STAR WARS, SUPERNATURAL, GAME OF THRONES, F1, HTTYD, Atla, Harry Potter, PJO, MCU (Moon Knight & DD), DC || Obsessed with Ryland Grace & Din Djarin đ€€
a little observation post because everyone seems to obsess over their big three, but honestly, it's usually the placements no one talks about that are ruling the entire chart.
⹠your moon sign is doing more work than your sun ever has. like⊠your sun is who you are on paper, but your moon is who you are at 1am when no one's watching in your room and what you're doing EXACTLY. the way you self-soothe, the way you panic, the foods you crave when you're sad, it's all moon. people will date your sun and then break up with your moon hehe.
âą your mercury runs your relationships more than your venus does, and nobody talks about this. you can have the sweetest venus in the world but if your mercury can't communicate it, it doesn't land. the way you text, the way you argue, the way you go quiet, that's the placement people actually experience. though the REASON why you broke up, could be your venus' and mercury's fault.
âą your rising sign is literally your face. like the energy people pick up in the first three seconds before you've said anything. it's also why two people with the same sun sign can feel completely different in a room. though I can always spot a sagittarius rising in a room.
âą your chart ruler (the planet that rules your rising) is honestly the main character of your chart and most people don't even know which one is theirs. if your rising is taurus, your venus is running everything. if your rising is scorpio, your mars and pluto are basically co-piloting your life. it explains so much once you find it. and once you'll figure it out (or ask me to do it), focus on those exact planets more, they literally rule your entire chart to begin with.
âą your saturn placement is the thing you're quietly insecure about but also the thing you'll become weirdly excellent at by your thirties. it's the area of life where you feel behind for years and then suddenly everyone's asking you for advice about it.
âą your moon's house placement tells you where you emotionally live. like literally, 4th house moons need a home base, 7th house moons need a person, 11th house moons need their friends, 12th house moons need to disappear for a week every so often. it's not personality, it's emotional infrastructure.
âą your venus sign is less about who you love and more about how you want to be loved. and most people are out here giving their partners venus-in-their-own-sign love instead of venus-in-their-partner's-sign love, which is why everyone feels slightly unseen idk.
âą your mars is the placement that exposes you the fastest. how you flirt, how you fight, how you chase, how you give up. you can fake every other placement in your chart but your mars shows up the second you want something. ESPECIALLY if it rules your chart.
âą your 12th house placements are the things you don't even know you're doing. they're the patterns other people notice about you before you do. it's the most honest part of your chart and also the part you have the least access to, which is so cruel of the universe honestly!
âą and your north node? that's the placement that feels uncomfortable on purpose. it's the version of you that you're growing into, which is why it feels like wearing someone else's clothes for most of your twenties.
honestly half the people i read for come in asking about their sun sign and leave realizing their entire life makes sense because of one placement they'd never heard of âĄ
reading slots are open btw, birth charts, synastry, composite and the price list is in my pinned for anyone who wants to dig through their own chart first!
you laid on the soft chaise by his desk while he pored over his papers, his brow pinched as he examined the documents. Much to your frustration, heâd been at it for hours already, and you were feeling particularly aroused. Youâd tried to convince him to retire for the night, trailed your hands all over his body, but heâd kiss you absently and telling you âin a while, darlingâ. That was an hour ago, and you were no less frustrated.
So you decide to take matters into your own hands, removing the outer layer of your robes as you stood up and walked towards him. The thin material of your nightgown barely hid your figure, and you smirked when you see his eyes dart to you, but dart away just as quickly. Fine, you were going to have to do more.
âHusband, it had been hours, surely you are exhausted from all of this work.â You leaned to murmur in his ear, your hands rubbing his shoulders and back in an attempt to get him to follow you. When he did not, you had reached your limit. âFine, then. I shall take care of it myself.â
Before you could take a step, his large hands clamped around your waist, pulling you down into his lap. âImpatient minx.â His smooth voice sounded both amused and irritated in your ear as he settled you on his lap. To your delight, and further arousal, you could feel the length of him, hot and heavy, against your thighs. Excitement spread all over your body as he undid his pants and revealed his hard cock, slowly moving you down onto his thick length. You moaned, the stretch of his size and the sound of his low groan in your ear making your toes curl.
However, he just remained still, not moving even after you had gotten used to the sensation. âSince you cannot wait until I am finished, sit here and donât move until I command you to.â He ordered sternly, holding your hips still. âNo moving, or I drag this longer.â
The next moments were truly unbearable, for you had to sit as still as possible, feeling the length of him snugly inside you and not being able to do anything. Growing desperate, you tried to move your hips, to do anything to alleviate the burn of arousal within you, but he sternly tapped your thigh in warning. âOrmund, pleaseââ
âIn a moment.â He soothed, his hands trailing down your thigh, making you twitch, clenching around his cock. He hissed at the sensation, pausing his writing for a second before resuming, face become flushed.
Ormund was close to giving in, and you knew that. Deliberately rocking your hips against his, you tightened around him again, punching a guttural sound out of him. He didnât bother with his work anymore, hips bucking up against yours and standing up. Groaning, he bent you over, hips slamming into yours.
His hands spread your thighs apart, angling his hips as he pounded into yours, watching your head drop back and upon hearing you let out a choked whimper, he knows heâs got the right spot to hit. Trailing small bites down the skin of your exposed throat, he makes sure to keep the speed punishing for you, his hands finding your clit, rubbing against it.
Your cries turn even louder and hands clutch his shoulders tightly, but he couldnât care less about who could hear you, too focused on your pleasure. He likes that your back immediately arches at that particular touch, and how you finish not long after with a loud cry of his name.
Feeling your cunt practically clamp around him, he fills you up with a hoarse grunt of your name, hips thrusting jerkily. Youâre both breathing heavily, foreheads pressed to one another, the solar smelling of your arousal, and he feels you grinding your hips against him once more. âSeven hells, youâre insatiable.â
Authorâs note: Damn, school is rough. Five chemistry experiments in under an hour. Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Once again, feel free to send requests through if you have any plot ideas.
Could you write about Ormund Hightower and his new wife being miserable and hating Old Town and him realizing it wonât due before a feast or at some sort if public event. Heâs just so proud, just curious what heâd do to try and not be embarrassed by her.
Hi anon, could you perhaps elaborate a little more so I can write this one, I just keep rereading this and not getting what you mean đ Iâd totally love to write this though donât worry
And for the other anons who have asked, Iâm working on it!! Canât wait to post it soon
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
he would of course court her first, generally being charming and showering her with lavish gifts. it doesnât matter if you are already betrothed, or even married, he will find a way to remove any and all obstacles. it helps if you are naturally drawn to him because it makes it all easier.
however, if youâre already in love with someone else or have no wish to be with him, he is left no choice but to forcibly make you his wife. not at the first rejection, but after about the fifth attempt he will reach that decision
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
prefers to have some loyal servants do some of the dirty work so no one suspects him, but when it gets serious enough for him heâs definitely getting hands on. he is no slouch in battle and will spill blood in your name if it comes to it
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
he will be somewhat cruel at times, but itâs coming from a place of âloveâ, so he does not fully realise he is being cruel to you. it happens when he catches you with another man or looking like youâre attempting to escape, and he will mock you for even trying to get away. if you get farther away from him, he will be more furious than mocking
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darlingâs will?
anything that has you leaving him or even turning to other people, heâs not doing. Absolutely not, never in the realm of possibility. Other than that, youâve got him wrapped around your finger and willing to please you, just so you will view him as the only person you will ever need
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
not at first, as he wants to be the strong, gallant lord for you. however, after a few months where your relationship is more stable in a sense, he will start to bare a little bit of his heart to you day by day
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
very displeased. in his eyes, you are his spouse-to-be and therefore has no business fighting him. youâre to be married, why are you attacking your future husband? heâll teach you a lesson on what fighting back will entail, reminding you that he is your betrothed and you are to obey and submit him
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
itâs only a game to him when youâre largely unsuccessful in your escape attempts, and heâll gently mock and sometimes degrade you for even trying to go. but if youâre smart about it and NEARLY get out of his clutches, he will be absolutely furious, punishing you by reading scripture of how âa wife should always obey her husband and stay by his sideâ over and over while putting you on what is basically lockdown in your chambers
Hell: What would be their darlingâs worst experience with them?
his punishments. which is just being forced to recite scripture and being isolated from everyone except for him for weeks
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
just the basic happy husband and wife life, with numerous children with your shared features. he envisions this everyday, dreams of having the perfect, pious family who worships the Seven
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
he definitely gets jealous, but there isnât any outbursts, not in public. When he sees a man flirting with you, his jaw tightens and he goes over there, introducing himself to the other man. his hand grips your arm a little too tightly, that it leaves faint bruises that heâll kiss later out of a bit of guilt for hurting you.
if the man doesnât leave you alone at all, Ormund isnât sad to hear about his accident of falling down the stairs several days later.
he doesnât cope with being jealous at all, no matter how much you reassure him of his place as your husband
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
very, very soft around you, and honest. he will shower you with love and affection, needing your touch on him after a long day as a an important lord.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
at the first meeting, heâll go up to you and introduce himself smoothly, kissing your hand. putting himself as the picture perfect gentleman, a handsome and rich lord just trying to court you. after that, he will study where you go, but will use informants to track you when heâs busy. he further tries to cement himself in your routine, showing up where you usually go to just talk with you, and eventually asks if he has permission to court you.
if you say yes, he lights up with excitement and satisfaction. the next few months, heâll make sure to bring you on a walk in some gardens, or give you an expensive gift he commissioned for you.
if you say no, heâll try again, maybe with some carefully chosen flowers you like. when he tries and fails repeatedly, he just abducts you
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
very different. in the public eye of the nobility, he is a wealthy lord with a good reputation, known for being proud and very cutting. not a lord youâd want to mess with. but with you, heâs a clingy, just watching you do your thing around the castle, holding your hand and never letting you leave his sight. his words are softer
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
a good spanking doesnât hurt, especially when heâs in the mood. but when he is genuinely angry, he will shout, yell, and force you to read scripture while locking you in your shared chambers with just him for an extended period of time
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
all that includes you leaving, in any way. you can pick and choose for many things in your life with him, he wonât judge or disapprove. he will not stand you leaving his sight. even when there is war, he will bring you with him and put you in a safe place, but he refuses to be parted with you for a very long time
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
surprisingly very patient. he knows the values of just waiting until itâs time, and doesnât rush until it grates too much on his nerves
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
His ass is never moving on.
You diedâhe is distraught, feels like his life has no meaning and blames himself for not doing more, no matter if he couldnât have stopped it anyway. If you had children together when you died, all of his focus will be on them, making sure that theyâre safe and happy, and that they will never forget what you were like. theyâre the last pieces he had of you, and heâll cherish them until his last breath. However if you do not have children, there really isnât anything tethering him to sanity and he goes insane just trying to bring you back somehow, praying so hard to the Seven, finding people across the Narrow Sea, etc.
You left successfullyâheâd go mad trying to find you, tearing the Seven kingdoms apart with his desperation and hiring people to try and find you. It would literally be in the history books about Westeros of âOrmund Hightower and his frantic search for his true loveâ
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
No. If he was a little rough when abducting you, heâll feel a little guilt for causing you harm, but thatâs it.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
he grew up as every lordling did is Westeros, and his parents were normal, so it was just his personality
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
heâd feel terrible and try to stop it if youâre screaming and crying. however, if youâre just isolating yourself, he is furious that youâre choosing to do this and ignoring him
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
shockingly, heâs not one to be very violent to other people approaching you or trying to woo you in public. he understands how enthralling you are to others, and doesnât want to get his reputation stained by acting like the Rogue Prince, for one. In private places where no one can see, he lets loose
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
praying in the Sept where you can just slip away quickly or asking him to bring you somewhere under the guise of âspending more time togetherâ only for you to escape
Witâs end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
even at his most furious, no. not badly, at the least, just a few bruises from gripping you too tightly or rom rough jostling. he feels that heâs supposed to be the man here, which consists of protecting his spouse from getting hurt, even from him
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
he treats you like a goddess, and never fails to worship your altar everyday. in every conversation, your name is mentioned, in every room, his eyes find you. when he is holding court down at Old Town, he has a specially chair built beside him when he is taking petitions. he asks for your opinions sometimes, and follows through if you suggest one. the kitchenâs food is completely changed to fit your tastes, and you want for nothing. and as for winning you over, he would do anything gladly to even have a shred of your attention
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
heâs very direct in a way when being obsessed with you, he feels he must woo you immediately so he wouldnât have to waste precious time that he isnât with you. He will court you for only a few months maximum to give you enough time to be familiar with him, then he proposes marriage. Whether you agree to it or not after that doesnât matter, youâll still be wedded at the Sept either way, heâll just propose to properly announce his intentions
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
it depends on what personality you have. if youâre are already a devout worshipper of the Seven, is a gentle and agreeable person, he has no problem with it. if youâre a more fiery person, stands up for your beliefs he will definitely try and instill his religious views onto you. he wonât be very furious if you donât believe still, but very disappointed and disapproving
Authorâs note: I got this yandere alphabet off Google, all credits to the original creator ofc! It took me way longer than I expected đ kudos to all of the people whoâve ever written alphabets like these for characters
I hope that I characterised him well đ§đ»ââïžIâll be so embarrassed if more eps of the show comes out and itâs DRASTICALLY different, bc my Ormund is a mixture of my own thoughts of him and the other fanfics I see here. Also I feel like he is hypocritical in his actions and thoughts here itâs bc I write this in a span of three days and had different thoughts about him each time so đ
Also none of theee are edited, lmk if there are any spelling mistakes that bother you
when you got back to the private chambers that you shared with your husband, your heart rate picked up when you saw Ormund sitting on the chair. expression dark, eyes boring through your soul, and you immediately thought back to all of the potentially wrong things you had done in the past few days.
âcome here.â he commanded, leaving back into the chair. âtell me, my lady, what were you doing with Lord Tarly earlier, hm?â you swallowed, realising that you had made a small mistake.
âI was merely conversing with him, there was nothing untowardââ
he cuts you off sharply, âI know what I saw, my wife laughing and standing entirely too close to him than necessary.â
you donât respond, knowing what comes after heâs in one of these moods after finding something you did unacceptable in his eyes. with the way he spreads his legs and beckons you to him with a finger, you are certain on what will happen.
âremove your dress and get on my lap, now.â hurriedly, you rush to obey him, slipping out of the laces of your dress, leaving you in your shift. you hold back a shiver as the cold hair touches your skin, stepping to him and laid yourself across his lap in a familiar position, cheeks burning with both arousal and slight humiliation.
he looks satisfied with your obedience, dark eyes roving over your body, large hands already caressing your ass over the thin material of your shift. you could feel him push it away, leaving you completely bared, before he brought his hand back down hard. you cried out, more in surprise than pain, before he continued doing it.
âcount them.â he ordered, bringing his hand down again and again as you trembled, already wet and clenching around nothing. stumbling across the numbers, he corrected you when you got it wrong, holding you still as you squirmed and rubbed against him. your backside was definitely red, and you knew sitting down for the next week would remind you of this moment.
distracted by the pleasant sting on your ass, you didnât notice his hand moving down, two fingers collecting your wetness at your entrance, making your hips buck. âsoaked already?â he sounded satisfied with himself, sliding two thick fingers into your cunt, causing you to cry out and clench around his fingers.
âyou wonât do it again, hm?â to that, you could only nod, bucking your hips with loud whine when he presses his thumb against your clit. he moved his fingers in and out of you in a torturously slow pace before he let you come with a choked off moan of his name.
Authorâs note: I think my next one will be about Ormund coming back from war injured & unable to have any strenuous activities while his wife is teasing him lol But weâll see
As usual, if you have any requests, send them through! I have one from an anon that Iâll try to answer soon
he looks breathtaking against the headboard, with the warm candlelight illuminating his flushed skin and the shine of his plump lips around the gag as he breathed shakily. His warm hands were gripped your hips, groaning brokenly as you sunk down onto his throbbing cock, moaning softly to get used to the stretch. feeling how warm and wet you were around him, he couldnât stop himself from bucking his hips up
his eyes were dark and full of arousal, watching intently as you start to move above him, fingers digging into your hips. His moans grew more frequent as you moved, growing higher in pitch once you found the perfect rhythm. increasing the movements of your hips, his head fell back into the pillows with muffled whines while you were atop him. Your hips snapped, clenching tighter around him as he starts to lose it, his noises growing increasingly desperate. you canât help but enjoy the increasingly desperate look in his eyes as he gets closer, his hips slamming up into you sporadically. you couldâve sworn he was whining your name even when the gag stifled it
his large hand trails up your thigh and moves down, rubbing your clit and making your movements stutter before you slam down on him faster. it isnât long before you came with a moan of his name, cunt squeezing around his cock while he came right after you with a groan, loud despite the gag he had on. panting as you came down from your high, you could feel his cum slowly dripped out, coating your thighs as he watched in satisfaction
Authorâs note: pretty sure you can tell itâs my very first time writing smut đ but itâs cooler than i expected
Iâd love to take any requests for Ormund if you have any
Targaryen!Witchy!Reader being Rhaenyraâs twin sister and a witch whose deities are the Fourteen Flames, and has spell books and witchcraft supplies in her room that she uses often (mostly for protection)
Targaryen!Witchy!Reader meets Ormund for the first time during when the Hightowers show up for Viserys I and Alicentâs wedding, and obviously she doesnât like them at all, suspecting Ottoâs plan and decides the best course from there is to seduce Ormund. One Hightower has infiltrated the Targaryen family, and sheâs going to return the favour
Targaryen!Witchy!Reader casts a spell on Ormund, not a love spell, but one that makes him always notice her while sheâs around. Moreover, she chooses to dress more scantily, flowy dresses that have deep necklines or completely backless, just to catch his attention
And it definitely catches Ormundâs attention. Heâs come to Kingâs Landing for the first time, watching as his cousin weds the King and joins their houses in royal matrimony, and cannot seem to stop noticing the crown princessâs twin sister. For all she was said to be less fiery of the two, the more dutiful sister, he doesnât see it.
What kind of proper, ladylike princess would wear such revealing clothes? What kind of pious, devout princess tempt men with her beauty and manner in such a way? Ormund criticises her in his head, thinking her wanton, following in her grand-aunt Saeraâs path to becoming a whore, but he cannot stop thinking about her.
Yet now she is all that plagues his mind. The more he condemns her for not being proper, the more the gets distracted and worse, attracted. Every single time, without fail, he knows whenever she steps into a room, small smile on her plush lips that heâd long toâno.
Traitorously, his eyes would trail down to whatever gown she was wearing that day, down to the deep, plunging neckline in between the valley of her breasts and see the soft skin there before dragging his eyes away before she noticed. Through the slit of her dress he can see her long legs as she walked, eyes moving up to her thighs. Ormund cursed himself for being lured into temptation, feeling his pants get tighter and being relived that his doublet hid the bulge.
As if seeing her around everywhere isnât enough, she starts appearing in his dreams. It starts off innocently enough, a familiar moment where talking to him as usual in her low, entrancing voice, but the dreams quickly change. It grows filthy and depraved, leaving him waking up grounding his hips into his bed, groaning and remembering the phantom feeling of her skin on his hands. Hard and leaking, Ormund wraps his hand around his throbbing length, and spills all over himself with a few strokes only from recalling the sounds she made in his dreams.
Panting hard, he feels shame for the sheer amount of lust he has, but rationalises. Itâs not his fault for having eyes, itâs her fault for wearing such clothes around him, for having such a sweet, recognisable scent that he gets restless as soon as he smells it. Itâs all her fault for bewitching him. Ormund is only a man, he cannot be blamed.
For the time he was in the city, she was often with her sister, who barely spared his family a glance. Or she was atop her beast of a dragon, dressed in riding leathers that accentuated her figure and made his cock ache. Other times, she was at the Sept. He had been lighting a candle to the Father for strength when he catches a familiar scent, of herbs and incense. Her.
âLord Ormund.â Gods, her voice. Whenever she spoke, it seemed to settle in his bones, in his soul. He wanted to wrap her around himself so no one would know where he ended and she started.
âPrincess.â Ormund greeted, ducking his head to pull his gaze away from her dress. Her eyes glittered in the low light of the Sept, the hue of the candles caressing her skin. Her waist length silvery blond hair was loose, and she looked softer. She was still dressed in a borderline scandalous dress as usual. One firm tug and he could rip it right off, he thought,
âWere you praying to the Father, if I may ask?â She tilted her head curiously, a soft smile on her face as she approached.
âI was. For strength.â She smelled divine, and he was frozen in place, watching as she stepped in front of him, and Ormund was sure she looked just like the Valyrian ladies of old, regal and breathtaking. He fought the urge to lean in and take a deep whiff of her unique scent, clenching his fist to distract himself.
At his words, she just smiled in gentle amusement, laying a hand on his arm and leaning close. His heart stuttered as his nose flared.âStrength? A man such as you has enough strength to me, my Lord. I do not think the Father could grant you more.â
Too fast, too soon, she pulled away with a last smile, walking to light a candle for the Maiden while he watched dumbly from where he was still standing. Seeing her kneel to pray, Ormund recalled a moment in his dreams where she was in the same position doing something completely different, and cursed to himself for thinking such undignified things in a holy place such as the Sept.
That night, all he could think about was her. She plagued him every day, and after their moment at the Sept, her touch, her calling him âstrongâ had him pacing. He didnât sleep much that night.
Authorâs note: I donât think I can write romance even if my life was on the line, so itâs just this đ Iâm absolutely struggling to think how theyâd finally sleep together tbhâŠ
Having good execution but zero good ideas SUCKS so if any of yâall want to request a plot for Ormund youâre welcome to do so for either this story or another new story altogether
Most of this isnât edited, so please let me know of any mistakes. Hope you enjoyed this, loves <3
Din DjarinâŠwho is already enamoured with this wonderful teacher, and falls just a little more every time he goes back to pick Grogu up from a day at school
Ryland GraceâŠwho thinks Din is stoic and a man of very few words, but he certainly notices how he cares deeply for Grogu
Din DjarinâŠwho is a man who doesnât prefer when others are rambling on and on, but finds Grace interesting, even asking short follow up questions in curiosity when the other man looks a little embarrassed by how much he is speaking
Din DjarinâŠwho definitely notices how Grace is fond of Grogu, and how he speaks of him well often, catching the teacher just talking to Grogu not caring that his ad canât talk back. Unsurprisingly, Grogu was also just babbling back to him in gibberish. Din finds it so very attractive, and has to pause his thoughts before it went down another path
Din DjarinâŠwho cannot stop himself sometimes, even though he knows his feelings will complicate things somehow in the future. He takes as much as he can of Grace in, the fluffy blond hair, cheeky smile, and the bright blue eyes behind a large pair of glasses that never seem to be where they should rest on the bridge of his nose.
Ryland GraceâŠwho is well aware that falling for a studentâs parent is somewhat inappropriate, but heâs only human and he canât help it. His voice is as smooth as honey, despite the modulator, but has a certain rasp that makes Grace quiver inside.
Ryland GraceâŠwhose mouth goes dry whenever he thinks harder about the other manâs broad figure. Large shoulders tapering down to a slim waist, with strong arms and legs, all encased in shiny, impenetrable metal that is beskar.
First thing Grace did when he got back to his house was search up Groguâs species on the Holonet (heâd been ecstatic to find out that there was a galaxy wide internet and had lost himself for a few days, needing Rocky to drag him out of the house.)
Unfortunately, there was absolutely nothing about Groguâs species, nothing he needed to note or watch out for. Just a few referrals to other species that were similar looking. All he knew from what Mando had told him was that Grogu was mainly carnivorous, but could also eat many usual snacks if you didnât stop him.
Recalling the fond, exasperated tone Mando had when he said that, his head tilted down towards where his son was, Grace couldnât help but smile at the obvious love the pair had for each other.
On his biweekly walk with Adrian, who heâd gotten to know very well, Grace mentioned Mando offhandedly, surprised when Adrian asked for a further description. Once he mentioned the helmet with the T-shaped visor, Adrian said âMandoâ was a Mandalorian, who were fierce, undefeatable warriors until their planet got orbitally bombarded by the Empire.
Now, the sighting of a Mandalorian in the galaxy was extremely rare, but Adrian knew there had been a small group of Mandalorians living in Eridâs spaceport. He remembered reading about the Empire and what atrocities theyâd done on the Holonet, relieved that heâd come to Erid after the Emperor had been killed.
At that, Grace realised he didnât even know Mandoâs true name, as it was obviously just a short form of the word Mandalorian. He felt a little foolish, falling for a man with no name or a face Grace knew of and could even be another species. Humans made up a large part of the galaxy, but there was a large chance Mando wasnât human, just humanoid.
Adrian sensed his mood, of course. He was much better attuned to it than Rocky, he found. âWhy Grace feel down, question?â
âUh, nothing to be worried aboutâŠjust realised I donât even know Mandoâs name, but Iâm teaching his son.â
Adrianâs carapace tilted up a little to Grace. âThe Mandalorians on this planet are secretive. They donât remove their helmets, or say their true name. Not like other Mandalorians.â
âThere are different types?â Grace asked curiously, his mind wandering.
Adrian poked his shin. âDonât go away for three days on computer, you are coming to movie night tonight.â
âOw! Yeah, yeah pal of course I wouldnât miss it.â
Authorâs note:
Alrighty, this is set when Grace is already an established teacher on Erid, ofc. A few years after Rocky and the crew leave for Tau Ceti, the pre-Clone Wars SW universe discovers Erid (gonna say itâs on the edges of unknown space and thatâs why it took so long to discover Erid) and so a spaceport is made and trade happens. Information about both parties are transferred, the Eridians gain new knowledge about technology and a whole lot more information about different species (so when Grace and Rocky return, they build Graceâs biodome faster and quickly have food and the right medical care to help him).
The spaceport Erid has is a large biodome that can support most species in the SW universe. Itâs a bustling spaceport, with many people choosing to live there (ones that can handle the gravitational difference). Eridians have developed xenonite suits that allow for more moment so Eridians can work in their spaceport dome. Unfortunately only Eridâs sun is still dying, the rest of the galaxy doesnât care, especially the Republic. When Grace & Rocky, theyâre still hailed as heroes. Grace recovers from his starvation quicker due to Erid having proper medical care for humans and he makes a full recovery and is doing very well.
Grace becomes a teacher in the spaceport, and so teaches both Eridians students and students from other planets. Ricky is very excited over the new technological advancements that happened while he was gone, though he does feel sad that he wasnât there when it was happening.
Also, the Empire used to have a somewhat tight hold on Erid due to its xenonite tech, and the Eridians didnât want to comply to their orders at first, but after hearing new about what happened to Mandalore, they decided to just do what theyâre told. Their xenonite suits can withstand tons of blasters, but their planet can definitely not handle orbital bombardment on major cities.
Din Djarin whoâŠspots Grace first, teaching his class enthusiastically, finding the smile on his face attractive (heâd been told by the resident Eridians that Teacher Grace was simply the best teacher there could be for Grogu)
Din Djarin whoâŠjust stands there and watches him teach, both seeing if heâs a suitable teacher for his ad, and just silently reveling in Graceâs voice
Din Djarin whoâŠis somewhat enamoured to Grace already, liking the smooth cadence of his voice, the beaming grin he has and best of all, the way he is a natural with children (which is very important in Mandalorian culture)
Ryland Grace whoâŠnotices the tall, fully armoured man looking into his class and is reasonably a little wary, until he notices a small child in the manâs satchel munching on blue biscuits cheerfully
Ryland Grace whoâŠdoes gets a little nervous under the manâs unwavering gaze, but continues on teaching like nothing is wrong
After the class ends, Din approaches Grace, asking is he is able to have Grogu in his class. The kid canât speak yet, but can understand most things, so Din wants his ad to have a well rounded education while theyâre on Erid. Grace is, of course, relieved that this armoured man is not hostile, but a father that wants to take good care of his son, and agrees. Though heâs thinking of a button system Grogu could use to say basic words like âyesâ and ânoâ since he canât speak properly.
âOh, and how should I refer to you? Whatâs your name?â Grace is typing Groguâs info down on his computer, asking a basic question as he would any parent.
âCall me Mando.â Din, even after what heâs been through, still doesnât share his name, still hearing the sinister lilt of Gideonâs voice saying it in his head.
Grace, who doesnât know about Mandalorians yet, still learning about different species in the extended galaxy heâs just found out exists, just nods and smiles. âIâll look forward to having Grogu in the class, then.â
Din thinks Graceâs eyes are so blue and kind when he smiles, just nods to that and leaves.
Authorâs note about this AU:
Alrighty, this is set when Grace is already an established teacher on Erid, ofc. A few years after Rocky and the crew leave for Tau Ceti, the pre-Clone Wars SW universe discovers Erid (gonna say itâs on the edges of unknown space and thatâs why it took so long to discover Erid) and so a spaceport is made and trade happens. Information about both parties are transferred, the Eridians gain new knowledge about technology and a whole lot more information about different species (so when Grace and Rocky return, they build Graceâs biodome faster and quickly have food and the right medical care to help him).
The spaceport Erid has is a large biodome that can support most species in the SW universe. Itâs a bustling spaceport, with many people choosing to live there (ones that can handle the gravitational difference) Unfortunately only Eridâs sun is still dying, the rest of the galaxy doesnât care, especially the Republic. When Grace & Rocky, theyâre still hailed as heroes. Grace recovers from his starvation quicker due to Erid having proper medical care for humans and he makes a full recovery and is doing very well.
Grace becomes a teacher in the spaceport, and so teaches both Eridians students and students from other planets.
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