#soft!!!

[charletsart]

soft ilkka !!!💗💞

[robbingprince]

“I’ll call you a taxi,” Laurent said, which shouldn’t have felt like a slap to the face, which still did.

“Oh,” Damen managed. Then, “What?”

Laurent gave him a look, trying for scathing. Between the sniffling and the sneezing, it didn’t quite land as desired. The pout didn’t help.

“I’m not going to sleep with you tonight, Damianos.” In this obvious tone with half an eye-roll. Which, yeah. Damen—yeah.

“Oh-kay,” both eyebrows up. “I wasn't thinking—you're not feeling well.”

He just blinked at him. As if waiting for the moment Damen will go, ah, right, that, because yes, it was so obvious, wasn’t it. Grumpily: “It’s fine if you want me out.” It would even be understandable if Laurent had said he needed some space. They did spend every night together for the past… yeah, a good bit of time, so it shouldn’t bother him. In fact, Damen should probably be gagging for some time on his own, should, ah, be an adult about it. Should leave.

Didn’t. Stared back at blue eyes that kept narrowing. Laurent’s shoulders went up, and then down, pout sharpening into something else, worse. Through his teeth: “I’m not going to let you fuck me.”

Damen blanched, nodded, weirdly stung by the vehemence. "Of course not. You're ill, and, I get it. If you want me to leave you alone, it’s fine.” In a very convincing tone. Laurent seemed very convinced.

“I’m disgusting. A snotty, sweaty mess.”

He was—snotty and sweaty and puffy and red in the cheeks. And so fucking sweet it was tearing Damen apart, was squeezing something in his belly that might, will definitely crush him. “I just wanted,” he choked, shook his head. He’d imagined making Laurent many cups of tea and tucking him in and. Being ridiculous and clingy and with him. He’d imagined… five steps too far already. They'd only been seen each other a week. Laurent’s thin lips thinned alarmingly further.

“Wanted?” this inexplicable fury, his voice ice-cold.

“I thought to maybe make some soup? There’s carrots in the pantry and I thought I could make, never mind, it’s silly.” Flashbacks to giving Jokaste chocolates when she was on her period made his cheeks darken uncomfortably. Never ended well with her either.

Laurent’s mouth opened and closed twice and nothing came out. He cleared his throat. “Soup?”

1.5 of domestic, disgustingly-enamoured sweetness. Established relationship but in early stages; sick-fic but it's a minor cold and Laurent is being very brave about it; the level of smitten is. Extreme.

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[dindjarindiaries]

65. "You didn't deserve that... You deserve so much better." as a prompt cause just the idea of this being said to din makes me want to Sob aah also I hope you’re cosy in bed !

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: "You didn't deserve that... You deserve so much better."

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“Can I sit here?”

Mando’s helmet whips in your direction as soon as you utter the question. The fire in front of him crackles as it burns, casting a warm glow on his silver beskar. You gesture to the empty space beside him on the log. Mando nods and turns back around to face the fire as you take your place next to him.

The two of you sit in silence as you watch the fire. The close proximity to Mando is enough to keep you and your mind distracted. You haven’t known each other for long; you paths first crossed just a few months ago on Nevarro. You agreed to help him protect the child when things with the Guild turned sour. Many things have changed—including the way you feel about the Mandalorian.

The creaking of Mando’s gloved hands draws you out of your thoughts. You glance over to see him wringing his hands as if he’s nervous. Your thumb circles your palm as you gain the faith to speak.

“It’s been a long couple of weeks.” You look over at Mando to see him return your glance.

“It has.” Mando’s modulated voice is quieter than usual. You frown when he turns back to the fire. Worried by his behavior, you dare to press him for more.

“You seem troubled.” Mando freezes as you pause, swallowing hard before continuing. “The fight’s over and the farmers have been very hospitable.” You leave no room for excuses.

“You’re right.” Mando releases a heavy sigh as he leans forward and rests his elbows upon his knees. “It’s about the kid.”

Your blood runs cold as you lean closer to him. “What about him? Is he all right?”

Mando looks at you again. HIs gloved hands tighten into fists as he nods. “He’s safer here.”

You furrow your brow. “You want to stay here?”

Mando’s helmet falls. “I want to leave him here.” Before you can argue with him, Mando goes on. “But I’m... afraid I can’t.”

You sit in the tense silence for a long moment, watching Mando fidget with anxiety as your heart aches to make him feel better. Your voice is a mere whisper as you speak. “Why?”

Mando’s hands clasp together and tighten enough for you to hear the leather groan. “Being left behind is the worst feeling.” His armored shoulders tense and release in a quick motion. “No matter how good the intentions are.”

You remain silent, being patient and waiting for Mando to tell you more. With a subtle movement, you shuffle closer to him, letting your side brush against his. Mando relaxes more at the feeling.

“My home was attacked the day the Mandalorians took me in.” You try not to widen your eyes as you listen to Mando tell you the story of his past he’s only hinted at in past conversations. “My parents carried me to safety. They put me in a bunker and stayed above ground.” Mando shakes his helmet. “They didn’t make it.”

You look at the side of his helmet with pure mortification and sympathy. “Mando...”

“A droid would’ve killed me too if it wasn’t for the Mandalorians.” Mando turns his helmet to look at you. “The Mandalorians have given me a good life. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt to be left behind.” His hands tighten into fists yet again. “It still does.”

Mando’s helmet falls forward. You frown, remaining gentle as you reach your hands out for his helmet. Setting a hand on each side of it, you encourage Mando to face you, searching his visor as if it’s his true gaze before you speak. "You didn't deserve that.” You let one hand trail down his helmet, your thumb tracing the ridge as you speak with all the feelings in your heart. “You deserve so much better."

For a long moment, Mando just sits underneath your touch, softening more and more before your eyes. In a movement that shocks you enough to make your throat close up, Mando lifts a hand to the lip of his helmet, raising it high enough for you to make out the curve of his mouth and scruff along his chin and upper lip as his other hand grabs your wrist. He sets your hand upon his cheek, letting you feel the warmth of his human emotion as your thumb catches a stray tear. “Thank you.” HIs words are whispered, the sound of his true voice sending a sweet shockwave through you.

“You don’t have to thank me.” You’re smiling in a bittersweet manner as you brush another tear away, letting his helmet fall over his face again. Your hand slides to the back of his helmet as you urge it to rest upon your shoulder, holding him in the way you’ve always wanted to. “We’ll keep the kid safe, Mando. Whatever it takes.”

[halfway-happyyy]

I feel like one of the dagger team nicknames for the reader (when she's not around) is "the missus" and rooster loves it

you are absolutely right, friend.

especially because maybe he hasn't proposed yet? maybe they've never even had a lengthy discussion about it? but rooster just knows that she's it so it makes him almost giddy when they refer to her as 'the missus'.

[lewki]

📸: Peter Fox

[kirillmarchenko]

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[alexanderalbon]

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