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You Meet Din Dijarin, aka, The Mandalorian…

❤️YAS! I'M BAAAACK!!!!❤️

(T.V SHOW: THE MANDALORIAN!)

(Din Dijarin/The Mandalorian X Fem Reader!)

(LONG!)

Rating: PG for…some action and fluff!

(Note: This does NOT follow the tv show—it’s totally random!)

Working at the cantina was not your forte. You work as a waiter/waitress there. And of course, lots of humans and alien species alike like to enter here—not wanting to do anything but hang out and drink. Your life is technically at a standstill…but not until this happened. One day, the cantina was usually busy, with chattering and laughter filling up the air. You were waiting for the bartender to set drinks on your tray when you noticed two men coming in. One wearing regular clothes, but the other wearing silver plated armor topped with a silvery helmet…he looked like a bounty hunter. They both sat at the corner of the bar, looking like they didn’t want anything—just to sit there and chat. Once you had delivered those drinks, you carried your empty tray up to the bartender and had placed it onto the counter. “Hey, go see if they need anything, will yah?”, The bartender asked you. You sighed at this. Personally, you didn’t want to bother them, since they were both in deep conversation. But you gathered yourself up and went over their table. The man who had a dark-skinned complexion took notice of you and smiled. You smiled back and asked, “Do you guys need anything?”, The man shook his head. “We’re alright…”, “Yeah…thanks…”, The silver-armored man spoke out. You take notice of his voice being modulated by his helmet—but you gave both of them a nod and treaded back up to the counter, feeling regret on what just happened.

Once your shift was up, and the bar was getting ready to close, surprisingly to your belief, the silver armored man stayed behind while everyone else was leaving, his friend was nowhere to be seen. He was sitting in the same seat as before. You wonder why he was waiting. For you? For someone else? You ignored that feeling as you were about to open the door to leave, when the Silver armored man spoke out, “Hey…wait…”, Guess he was waiting for you! You turned and walked over towards him. “Yeah?”, He stands to his feet. “Sorry for intruding you…but you look like you could use some help…”, You gave a confused look at him. “I know what you’re thinking…it’s weird but true…”, You could only nod as you get closer to him. He had stepped back a little in response. “Well meet me here tomorrow…in the morning, so we can talk more…okay?”, He could only nod in response as he got near the door to leave but you stopped him. “Wait, what’s your name?”, He turned to face you. “Mando’—but my real name is Din…you?”, “Y/n…”, Din nodded firmly, acknowledging your name as he left out the door. You smiled to yourself at the thought of his real name. This might not be so bad…but something is telling you your life is about to take a turn.

The next day, in the morning, you were thinking that this day was going to be totally normal, and nothing should really happen…you were thinking completely wrong. You went inside the cantina to find broken furniture, broken cups and glasses and the bartender laying on the floor, with blood splotches on his shirt. You can tell he was dead already. You gasped slightly into seeing all this as you quickly run outside, and to your luck, Din was just coming around the corner. He probably saw how concerned you were as he changed his pace. “Mando’! Something happened! Come quick!”, He gave off a nod as he followed you inside. He investigated the cantina, slowly looking around, taking in the clues. He couched near the bartender, looking at his wounds. “Looks like knife wounds…it’s deliberate...”, He stands to face you. You sigh in annoyance. You were really wanting to know who did this. There was a sudden bang in the back of the bar—the storage room. Din quickly got in front of you and took out his blaster. “Stay behind me…”, He lowly says to you as you both crept slowly to the room.

Once close enough, Din went up to the door and kicked it down. Once he did, two robbers dressed in black clothing rushed out, but one tried to grab onto you, making you trip to the floor as they drag you across it…and the floor was littered with glass. You shout in pain as some glass gets caught in your arm. Din comes to your rescue as he unhooks his staff and had hit the robber on the head with it very heard. He drops to the ground, not moving an inch. Din comes over to you and extends his hand for you to take. You winced, not wanting to move. Din sighs as he goes behind you. “Don’t worry—I’ll be gentle…”, He mentions before slowly lifting you up from the ground. Once you were standing, you take a moment to look at the place and the robber laying on the ground. Apparently, the other one had gotten away. You looked to your arm, with it almost looking mangled with glass stuck into it. “Let me help you with that…”, Din had pointed out your arm. You look to him, not trying to shed tears in front of this man. “I got a ship here…full of medical supplies…if you’re willing to trust me, I can help you…”, He added, with a bit of concern in his modulated voice.

You could only nod at his offer as he took you by your clean arm by the hand as he leads you outside the cantina. It was a good walk to his ship, probably 2 miles. During the walk, you noticed a big ship was up ahead. “Wow! That’s your ship?”, You look over to him as you both pause, being near the ship now. He shifts his head over to you, acknowledging your question. “Yeah…don’t get used to it…”, He was trying to help you release some tension. Yet, it was working as you couldn’t help but chuckle and be amused by his words. You look to see the ramp lowering from the ship. Before you could even step foot onto the ship, the wound on your arm was beginning to get to your head as you blacked out without yourself knowing. Felt like 30 minutes passed as you wake up with blurry vision. But the blurriness was starting to subside as you check your surroundings. You’re lying in a colt-like bed and a blanket was covering you. And you were on a ship. Din’s ship. There was a ladder that you guessed led up to the cockpit. You felt there was something wrapped around your arm as you looked to see gauze was wrapped securely around your wound as it was already treated.

It was for a moment when you heard someone coming down from the ladder. You pretended to go back to sleep, quickly pulling the covers over your head as you felt their presence was near you. “Hey—I know your awake…”, It was Din himself. You groaned and opened your eyes, throwing the sheets off of you as you sit up. “Aw man! I though you wouldn’t notice!”, You can hear Din chuckling slightly as he sits himself in a seat across from you. “How’s your wound?”, You chuckle back and gestured to it. “It’s fine…thanks for helping me…”, He nods, acknowledging your gratitude. “You’re welcome…I tracked that other robber who fled…he traveled two parsecs away to this desert-like planet I never came across…you up for it?”, You slowly nod to him. “Yeah! Yeah…I just need a moment…”, Din nods as he stands, slowly going over to the ladder that led up to the cockpit. He stops short and cranes his head over to you. “When you’re willing, you can come up here if you want…I got an extra seat…”, You looked over to him to flash him a smile. “Yeah…sure…”, He acknowledges you and goes up to the cockpit.

Once you took your moment, you slowly ascend the ladder to find Din in his cockpit chair, piloting his ship, watching him randomly flip these switches as if he knows what he’s doing. You noticed the ship was still in hyperspace as well. He was probably aware of your presence as he swiftly turned in his chair to face you. It catches you off guard as you jumped a little. “Glad you could join…sit…”, he turned his chair back around as you quickly took your seat next to his. Din’s ship comes out of hyperspace with a planet coming in view—it looked really sandy. But it wasn’t Tatooine! “Why would he come here?”, You asked, looking over to Din. You see him shrug. “Not sure—I just hope he’s not leading us into a trap…”, He flicked some more switches, prepping the ship for landing. From the looks of it, he did not show any ounce of fear! “You’ve done this before…haven’t you?”, You lowly asked, looking over to him again. You hear him sigh. “Yeah…enough times to know that some people can just be bastards…”, That got you chuckling a little as the ship was making its decent. Once you’ve landed, you got up and out of the ship to find yourselves in the middle of nowhere.

You felt Din had come up next to you as he points ahead of him. “Look…a settlement’s up ahead…maybe he’s hiding out there…”, You gave a nod to him as you both walked to the settlement. Once you got there, it was a ghost town. Apparently, everyone must be in hiding. “Where is everybody?”, You thought out loud. You both were trying to explore the town when out of nowhere, blaster bolts came out at every direction. You felt Din grab your arm as you both took cover. He took out his own and shot at some of the men that were firing. You looked out from behind your hiding spot to find the robber guy going inside this building that was nearby. You turn to Din. “Hey! I saw him! He went inside that building!”, He gives a nod to you as you both got up to rush inside, laser fire still coming in hot. Both of you made it in time as Din shuts the big door behind. Hiding behind a pillar, Din takes a moment, looking to see the coast was clear. “Alright…come on...”, He mutters to you, wanting to continue. You both slowly walk around, trying to pinpoint where the robber was hiding.

That’s when you looked over to him to see a shadow appear behind him. “Behind you!”, You yelp to him. It was of course the robber. Din quickly turns around as he gets tackled to the ground. The robber proceeds to choke him and attempts to take his helmet off. You quickly grab his blaster that he dropped and aimed it at the robber, trying to get a good shot. When you did shoot him, the robber screeches, along with flinching from the pain he was feeling, but he forced Din’s helmet off completely. Since you know the law of bounty hunters, you quickly turn around upon seeing Din’s bare face. You heard shuffling of feet. You were thinking Din was scrambling to get is helmet back on. “Are you okay?”, You ask him, still having your back turned. “Yeah…I’m fine…”, His voice…it was clear…not modulated! Why doesn’t he have his helmet on? You wonder.

After a moment you hear him say, “You can turn around now…”, His voice was back to being modulated. You slowly turned around to see Din standing there, his helmet back on his head and the robber laying near his feet. Yoi look to Din. “Just so you know…I know the law of bounty hunters—can’t let your face be seen by others…”, He walks slowly towards you. “How did you know that?”, You eyed to the ground, trying to think of what to tell him. “Some of my family members were…Mandalorians…and I’ve learned the ways of the rules you all follow…one of them of being not to take your helmet off for people to see…”, Din gave a nod acknowledgement as he turns his head to the ground. There was a good silence between the two of you…Din broke it. “I’ll let you in something…”,

You look to Din with your interest peeking, nodding for him to continue. “I have never shown anyone my identity….never…since we Mandalorians follow a creed…like you mentioned…but it wouldn’t be right if I broke it…”, You notice Din stepping even closer to you. “You can’t tell anyone I did this…do you swear to keep this to yourself?”, You quickly nod in affirmation. “I do…wait, what? What are…?”, Before you could finish, you watch as Din slowly lifts his arms to take off his helmet. His face was revealed as you were mesmerized by it. Brown curly locks of hair, brown-fudge like eyes…and he looks like he’s in his late 20s. And he’s human! You stepped closer this time as you slowly placed a hand on his cheek to rest it there. He melts into it. “I definitely won’t tell anyone…you have my word…I’ll pretend I never saw it!”, For the first time, you see Din smile to your words. He chuckles too. You smile back at him as you retract his hand.

“I think I have what it takes…do you think we should be partners? Y’know, work together?”, Din’s smile disappears into a more serious look. “That would be helpful, but…your place is the cantina…”, “Well…my place WAS the cantina…I want something more in my life…you would understand, right?”, Din gave a firm nod. “Yeah…I think this might work…but you have to become a Mandalorian like me…it’s a big process to go through…are you up for it?”, You nod back at him as Din places his Helmet back on, his voice being back to being modulated again. “Alright…I guess you can consider yourself my partner then…”, You smile and rushed towards the doors of the building you both were still in. “Well—let’s start by taking out these guys!”, You see Din give off a nod of affirmation as he pushes past the doors, with you following after. This turn in your life will be something you won’t blow for you get to work with the fearsome Mandalorian himself! You’re just hoping you both can make a good cause for the Galaxy, together!

The End!

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Cal Kestis & Aloy: A Crossover story!

(Horizon Forbidden West X Star Wars Jedi Survivor)

(LONG!)

Rating: PG-13 for…brief action, brief violence and fluff!

Cal slowly wakes up tied up to this wooden post. He takes upon realization that he was captured. His eyes adjusted to see three armored men surrounding him. They were Tenakth. He takes note of them wearing the same-colored armor. “From a tribe? Of some kind?”, a thought goes through his mind. One of the Tenakth soldiers slowly steps up and points a spear at him. “You’re not from here, outlander…so you best start talking!”, Cal flinches a little as he stares at the spear. “Easy…I don’t mean any harm!”, Before the Tenakth solider could do anything, an arrow comes flying into his skull. Cal flinches at the sight as he watches him fall to the ground. The others quickly met their fate as well as Cal looks over to see who had saved him. Approaching was a red-haired woman….red hair just like his but lighter and longer. A slender figure along with a weapon of a bow in her hands. It was the famed Machine hunter, Aloy.

She comes up to take notice of Cal, being wary as she takes an arrow, slinging it onto her bow as she aims it at him. “Who are you?”, She asked, her voice sounding demanding. Cal tries his best to keep a brave face on. “I’m Cal…Cal Kestis…”, Aloy lowers her bow upon hearing his name. “Aloy. You’re from around here?”, Cal slowly shakes his head. “Not exactly…”, Aloy only nods as she puts up her bow and arrow, going over to release his restraints. Cal stands to his feet, dusting himself off. “I uh…lost my way…I was hoping you could help me…”, Aloy smiles faintly. “Of course!”, She gestures her arms out. “This is the desert…nearby is a camp…a camp called ‘Camp Nowhere’…”, Cal couldn’t help but chuckle. “There’s an actual camp called ‘nowhere’?”, Aloy nods, chuckling along with him. “Yeah…I thought the same thing…”,

Aloy starts walking ahead. “I can lead you there…and then you can go from there wherever you came from…”, Cal quickly catches up to her to stop her. “Wait. I’m looking for someone…a droid…his name is BD-1…”, Aloy’s brows furrow in confusion. “A droid?”, Cal nods. “Yeah…he’s sort of like the Machines around here…just very small and harmless…”, Aloy takes note as she steps closer to him. “When did you last see him?”, Cal gestures behind him. “We were exploring this forest…near this watchtower…we were…in a little skirmish with those…Tenakth rebels…I tried to stop them, but they took BD before I could…”, Aloy nods in understanding. “You were near a Tenakth rebel base of the lowland clan…seems like they dragged you all the way here…to the desert clan…”, Cal looks to the ground, soaking in the information that she just told him.

His mind was beginning to race. Aloy takes notice as she reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder. “I can help you find your droid…but I’m needing to resupply first…will you come with me?”, Cal looks back at her as he nods firmly. “Yeah…I guess along the way you can show me around…”, Aloy nods, smiling faintly as she gestures for him to follow. “Let’s go…”, Cal follows right after her as they come upon Camp Nowhere. Nearby was an overridden Machine, a Charger, as Aloy quickly and effortlessly hops onto it. Cal stares in disbelief, wondering how she was able to tame a Machine like that. Of all Machines in general. Aloy extends her hand to him. “Come on…it’s okay…we’re heading to my base…”, Cal stares at her hand before grabbing it, hauling himself onto the Machine as his arms wrap around Aloy’s waist for leverage. They both were able to make it to the base, with Cal taking in the sights and scenery along the way.

Upon arriving, Cal hops off the Machine to find a small climbable wall that leads up to the entrance of the base. Aloy goes up to that wall as she starts climbing. “Come on…this way…”, Aloy beckons him. Cal watches her make it to the top as he climbs after. Entering the base, two of Aloy’s teammates, Erend and Zo, were sitting in the lounge, tooling away on their Focuses. Zo shuts hers off as she quickly stands to take notice of Aloy approaching. She smiles at her. “Aloy…you’re back…”, She glances over to Cal who was behind her. “…and I see we have a guest…”, Aloy nods as she gestures to Cal. “Zo…Erend…this is Cal…”, Erend shuts off his Focus as he stands to his feet. “Hey…how ya doin’?”, Erend extends his hand to Cal as he quickly takes it. “Hey…”, He greets the same greeting with Zo, with her smiling and nodding to him in acknowledgement. “It’s nice to meet you Cal…what brings you here?”, Cal looks over to Aloy, wanting to know if it was okay to tell them as Aloy gives him the okay.

Cal looks back as he explains, with Aloy going over to restock her supplies before walking back over. Zo looks to Aloy as she asks, “Is there any way we could help?”, Aloy quickly nods. “Just stay here and be sure to keep tabs on any Tenakth soldiers that are on patrol or that come nearby…”, Both Zo and Erend nod in unison as Aloy starts heading out of the base with Cal following after. Cal’s feet hit solid ground as he takes a look in his surroundings. “So…where do we go?”, Aloy hops onto the overridden Charger Machine as she looks to him. “Well, we go find your droid…where the Lowland clan is…”, Cal nods. “I’m asking when I find my droid…can you…give me a tour?”, Aloy can’t help but smile. “I would love to…but first thing’s first…”, Cal agrees with her as he hops onto the Machine, his arms wrapping around her as they both travel to where the lowland clan is, in the swamp. They stop by this village, with Aloy hopping off, along with Cal as he stands there to admire the village. Aloy notices as she smiles faintly. “Stay here…I’m going  to ask around to see if anybody has seen Tenakth rebels go by…”, Cal only nods as he watches Aloy make her way into the village.

A few minutes later, Aloy returns, pointing ahead of her. “There’s a camp up ahead…I think your droid is there…”, Cal’s eyes widen slightly. “Really?”, “Yeah, let’s go!”, Aloy swings herself onto the Machine, followed by Cal as they travel up the pathway that leads to the Rebel camp. Upon arriving, Aloy hauls herself off as she creeps up to this wooden post, with Cal following behind. They both peer over to see the camp littered with Rebels. Cal swallows as he looks over to Aloy. “What’s the plan?”, Aloy studies for a moment before glancing over to him. “We take out the Rebels and find your friend…”, Aloy raises a brow. “How skilled are you?”, Cal blinks as he unclips his Lightsaber hilt from his belt. Aloy notices as her eyes widen in curiosity. “What is that?”, Cal smirks faintly. “It’s a Lightsaber…you’ll see how it works in a minute…”, Aloy only nods as she takes her bow, slinging an arrow onto it. “Ready?”, Cal nods at her. “Ready…”, Aloy starts to walk ahead with Cal following after, with Aloy starting to fire some of her arrows towards the Rebels.

Some take notice and retaliate. Cal, with a quickness, ignites his Lightsaber, with it illuminating a  color of blue as Cal uses his Force power to quickly grab one of the Rebels, sticking his blade into them as he does the same to the others. One Rebel with a spear tries to come up and fight Cal but he was quick to dodge, slicing his spear in half. The Rebel was dumbfounded as Cal quickly swings his blade across the Rebel’s chest, quickly ending him. Aloy stands there, her face full of shock. “Wow…that’s cool…remind me not to get your bad side!”, Cal chuckles. “Yeah…”, Aloy chuckles back as she fires her arrows at a few more stragglers until the camp was full of silence. Cal retracts his blade as he walks up to Aloy. “You’re not so bad yourself…”, Aloy smiles at him. “Thanks…”, She then gestures her arms out. “Where’s your friend?”, Cal takes a minute to look around.

“Not sure…”, Aloy only nods as she blips on her Focus, trying to find any signs of his droid. Cal can’t help but be intrigued. “That’s new…”, Aloy looks to him. “Um, yeah…it’s…complicated…I can explain later…”, Cal only nods as he watches Aloy for a moment. Aloy suddenly sees a heat signature in a sealed off shed of some kind as Aloy points to it. “There!”, Cal rushes over to the shed, seeing there was a chain and lock around the handles as he takes his blade, cutting it with ease as he barges in to find BD-1 quirk his little head up to see Cal. He bleeps and hops around in Cal’s presence as he chuckles at this. “Happy to see you too, buddy…”, Aloy is standing by as she sees this moment unfold, smiling faintly, seeing she was able to be of help to somebody. Cal hugs on BD as he hops into his lap, checking him out for a quick second before BD crawls onto his back. Cal stands and turns to look at Aloy, smiling slightly. “You communicate with him?”, Aloy points that out as she watches Cal exit the shed. Cal shrugs. “In a way, yeah…”, BD takes notice of Aloy standing there as he bleeps towards her. Cal chuckles. “He says it’s nice to meet you…”,

Aloy chuckles too. “Yeah…I’m glad I was able to help…”, Cal nods to her. “Thanks, Aloy…”, Aloy nods back to him. “Anytime, Cal…”, Cal looks ahead of him, seeing the exit of the camp. Aloy notices as well, having a feeling that Cal was about ready to go. “Well…I guess you should go on your way…”, Cal looks to her. “What about that ‘tour’?”, Aloy acknowledges him. “If you’re up for it…”, Cal looks to BD over his shoulder, seeing him agreeing to the tour. Cal looks back at her. “Yeah…I guess we are…”, Aloy’s smile widens. “Great…you’ll need this then, since you’re tagging along…”, Aloy reaches into her pocket, pulling out a Focus device as she hands it to him. Cal felt hesitant as he slowly takes it, admiring it in his grasp. “It’s a Focus…a communication device…”, Aloy explains it to Cal as he nods. “A comm link?”, Aloy chuckles. “Yeah…something like that…”, Aloy points to her temple. “Just place it on your temple, like this…”, Cal listens to her as he slowly places it onto his temple.

Lights started to form around him as his eyes widen in surprise. “Wow…”, Aloy’s  smile turns faint. “You’ll get used to it…”, She reaches over to help him disable it for now. “Come on…we should go back to base…”, Cal watches her for a moment before following after, as they were now off back to base where Cal will become a useful member of her team and a helpful companion for the upcoming threat of Nemesis.

The End!

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A Mini Smut Dagan Gera Drabble!

(SHORT!)

(I made this cuz my hormones are raging right now!)

(First-person!)

(Dagan Gera X Fem Reader)

Rating: R for…Sexuality involving cum licking, bodily play but sort of fluffy in the end!

Dagan knows when he wants to become intimate with me and have our little “moment”. I could see the look of it in his icy blue eyes. He’ll either ask me if I want it to be fast or slow, easy or rough. Since I’m having a tough day, I would tell him to go easy.

I would reach into his pants to play with his cock…and he would do the same, feeling his finger circling around on my clit, which makes my whole body fill with pleasure…Dagan is MOANING into my mouth as he rubs my clit faster. I do the same, rubbing his tip as I start to feel some type of wetness from him.

Is he CUMING in my hands??? I start to moan too, feeling my body start to tense up from this orgasm forming as Dagan does cum in my hand. I can feel the warm liquid pooling onto my fingers as Dagan pulls away from my lips, breathing heavily, as more of his cum pools out, his body shaking as his breathless moans rang in my ear from the orgasm he’s having.

I too orgasm, gasping at the feeling of his finger rapidly sliding up and down on my clit. We’re both breathing heavily now as I pull my hand out from his pants, seeing his cum on my fingers. I take notice the color of it, not being the normal color of human cum. It had a light blue tint to it.

Dagan looks to me, a small sly smile forming on his lips. He pulls his hand out from my pants as well, seeing my own wetness on his fingers as he takes a lick. I couldn’t help but cringe slightly. He signals me to take a lick on his cum as I slowly bring my fingers to my mouth.

It had no taste, but I see Dagan’s sly smile grow as he nods in approval, licking rest of my wetness off his fingers. He then leans into me. “Well? How do I taste?”, he whispers. My butterflies tingle as I chuckle nervously. “Umm…good…what about me?”, Dagan chuckles as well. “Delicious…”, He kisses me slowly on my lips before pulling away. I can’t help but smile at him.

Afterwards we clean up after each other, making sure we both are clean and okay. We would then cuddle up in his bed, both of us falling asleep to each other’s breathing. This would be a fun moment for both of us to remember by, with it always making my butterflies flutter, knowing Dagan wants me and has me to keep in his heart forever.

The End! ❤️

Sorry for the blunt ending!

I wrote a silly Castlevania ficlet about Christmas traditions. It's under the cut. I'll probably delete this later, but I hope it makes you smile. I've never shared my writing before so I'm quite nervous about sharing it here. I beg your kindness. Q_Q Happy Holidays. Characters: Simon Belmont, Selena Belmont, and Gabriel (a character I've added who is like a brother to Simon and an ally of the Belmont family) Context: Pre-Castlevania 1. Simon and Selena are recently married (it was arranged, and they are not terribly attached yet.) Rating: Appropriate for all audiences

“I’m not familiar with the traditions of Christmas,” Selena begins, draping her shawl over her body as they exit the hold. The cold winter air greets them with its now-familiar burn on her cheeks.

“Thank you for taking the time to explain it to me.” She adds, shuddering from the change in temperature, and bundling herself tighter still.

Gabriel smiles in reply, closing the heavy door firmly behind them.

“There’s no expectation for you to participate, of course.” Gabriel adds quickly.

“Does Simon celebrate?” She asks as they begin their walk across the yard of the hold.

“I don’t get the sense that he cares much for the family’s festivities. But, there’s a certain… expectation for him to participate. It’s significant to the family’s faith.”

Selena hums with understanding. Duly noted.

“Have you seen him?” Gabriel asks.

“Not for some time, no.” Selena replies, looking off into the distance. It is the afternoon, and snow is beginning to fall. She hopes that Simon may return home soon, before it gets dark.

As if on cue, as the pair approaches Simon’s home, Simon does, too.

Behind him, he’s dragging a large pine tree through the snow. It’s fastened by ropes slung over his shoulder. Despite his strength, he’s visibly tired from dragging it around.

Gabriel’s face lights up at the sight, and Simon gives a sheepish smile before raising a hand in greeting to the pair.

“I was just telling her you’re not one for festivities!” Gabriel calls out as they approach.

Selena blinks, not immediately understanding the significance of a felled tree in Christmas festivities, but she follows closely behind Gabriel.

“I thought a change of pace might be nice.” Simon replies breathily, looking between Gabriel and Selena.

Selena, meanwhile, is examining the tree behind him.

“You felled it yourself?” She inquires.

“Yes.” Simon nods in reply, revealing the axe strapped at his hip.

A moment passes before a smirk creeps onto his lips. “Care to help me bring it inside, Gabriel?”

Gabriel groans—making a dramatic show of it—before approaching, conceding. “I’m not as strong as you are!” He complains as he moves to grab the top of the tree.

Inside?

Selena merely watches as the men wrestle the foliage into Simon’s home. It’s disorderly, and the pair quickly erupt in laughter at the realization that it is simply too big to fit through the doorway.

Selena watches, and can’t help but smile at the absurdity of it all. Still, it was nice to witness this change in behaviour. To listen to laughter in an otherwise taciturn person. Gabriel brings out the best in him.

“Do you want to go inside first?” Simon asks, taking too long to realize that poor Selena was out in the cold.

“And miss out on the show? No, that’s quite alright.” Selena has quirked a brow, smirking. “I’m learning so much about Christmas from here.”

Another breathy laugh from Simon as he nods, looking to Gabriel.

“What if we turn it around?” Simon asks.

“You’re kidding me, Simon.” Gabriel groans before inevitably doing just that. The men struggle to turn the massive evergreen around, and without meaning to, Simon moves it in such a way that sends Gabriel to the ground. He whines disapprovingly.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” Simon moves around the tree to help Gabriel up.

But not before getting a snowball to his face.

Simon blinks before wiping the snow from his eyes, his gaze landing on Gabriel, still leaning on the ground, hands busy with preparing another ball.

Selena doesn’t know what’s happening. A game, maybe?

Simon moves quickly to duck the next ball that aims for his face again. Gabriel is granted a moment to recover onto his knees.

Both full-grown men are occupied making snowballs, some distance away from each other, before moving to fling them at each other. Selena steps back to not get caught in the crossfire.

That is, until Gabriel clamours behind her, Simon’s onslaught of snowballs following closely behind him. Selena stiffens, bracing herself for the impact that never comes.

Simon halts as Selena is used as a shield.

“That’s underhanded, Gabriel, you know I cannot hit her!” Simon reprimands lightheartedly. Selena has relaxed a little bit, her hands returning to her sides. Gabriel covertly hands her a snowball, and she takes it.

“Throw it at him.” Gabriel goads, and Selena is already a step ahead as she launches the ball forward, squarely for Simon’s chest.

It connects, and Simon is taken aback with surprise at her participation. Eyes land on her, and she’s smiling. It’s a bit of a hesitant smile, like she was doing something wrong.

Gabriel erupts with a cheer: he and Selena are a team now.

“You’re going down, Simon.” Gabriel taunts, handing Selena another ball. “I found your weakness!”

Simon steps back, trying to find an opening to throw a snowball at Gabriel and evade Selena. The duo is quick to work in tandem, hurling snowballs at Simon in unison. They both connect. Simon steps backwards, and—

suddenly, he’s on the ground. He’s fallen backwards onto the tree that never made it inside his home. Going down was literal. The tumble was softened by the tree branches catching his fall, but it was graceless.

Pushing aside his embarrassment, Simon laughs, and it’s warm and hearty.

Selena and Gabriel flock to his aid, at either side of him.

Gabriel’s expression flashes with realization before he tries to run away. Selena, however, is none the wiser as Simon hurls a snowball (with probably too much force) squarely at the back of Gabriel’s head.

Simon laughs, victorious, he seats himself onto the snow, recovering from his blunder. Selena blinks and looks between them. Gabriel has made a great show of being defeated, rolling onto his back in the snow not far away.

Selena can’t help but laugh, too. And it’s a sound that Simon isn’t familiar with—it’s bright, delightful. He can’t stop himself from looking at her face as she tries to hide her prominent smile behind her hand.

God, she’s pretty.

“Is this a Christmas tradition?” She finally asks, and Gabriel shakes his head from the ground.

“No, this is war!” Gabriel springs back to life, readying snowballs to hurl at Simon. Simon, too, gives in to the banter and participates again. Selena kneels and begins to make snowballs, as well.

“Which side are you on, Selena?” Gabriel groans, noticing that she’s readying to throw a snowball at him.

To everyone’s surprise, Selena instead throws the ball to Simon at her side, on his chest again. Gabriel cheers wildly, and Selena is giggling.

“Forgive me, husband.” And she gives him the sweetest smile, face flush from the cold.

“You wound me, wife.” Simon replies with a laugh.

Gabriel merely observes, happy that the arranged pair was becoming more comfortable with each other.

Hm - maybe he could help.

“Selena!” Gabriel calls, and before she has enough time to react, a snowball is flying straight towards her.

Simon, with expert precision, wraps one arm around Selena to shield her against him, while he grabs the snowball in his free hand, swiftly sending it back to Gabriel.

Selena merely blinks, suddenly against Simon’s chest.

“Which side are you on?” She lightheartedly reprimands Gabriel before looking to Simon, expression grateful. She allows herself to linger, appreciating his firm warmth against her.

“Whichever wins.” Gabriel teases, smirking at Simon. It’s a knowing, “you owe me one” look.

Simon scoffs, holding Selena close to him for a moment before he parts.

“Help me bring the tree inside, Gabriel.” Simon reprimands with a laugh, moving to resume his task. Gabriel hauls himself off of the ground, dusting snow off of himself before moving to help.

The men have managed to turn the tree around so it enters the home from the pointed end, rather than the trunk. It was easier to bring into the home, assuredly, but still made a mess, branches fraying against the threshold.

“You couldn’t have selected a smaller tree?” Gabriel inquires with a groan, colliding with the dining room table as he pulls the tree into the home.

When they finally get the tree inside, and position it upright, it is much too tall for the space. Simon places his hand on his face as he takes in the sight of the tree, whose tip is bowed against the ceiling. To add insult to injury, there is a notable sparseness where he had fallen on the tree earlier.

Simon groans as the hand moves to cover his eyes. What a mess.

Selena enters the home at last, closing the door behind her. Minding the pine needles on the floor, she approaches the men to observe the tree in its full glory.

What an odd tradition.

“It’s… lovely, husband.” Selena smiles, strained.

Gabriel is the first to burst into laughter. Simon can hardly contain himself as he shudders with stifled laughs. His restraint just makes Gabriel howl even louder, and that causes Simon to lose his composure and laugh audibly. Selena, still thoroughly confused, can’t help but join in the infectious laughter.

This could be a new tradition.

So, little attempt at comic stuff :3. I’ll be putting what the text says under a cut in case it’s still hard to read. Unfortunately this isn’t as high res as I’d like it to be but it was either do this or end up splitting an already short comic into two posts and eh this works, it’s an experiment anyway X3.

Text under here ⬇️

(Angel’s Hill)

(Simon walks through the foggy cemetery, all graves say “Belmont”.)

(He stops at one. The grave also says “BELMONT” on the top in bold lettering, but the bottom section is worn and only the names “Christopher” and “Cyncia” are readable.)

-

(Simon begins speaking, somberly.)

“It’s been a while since last I came to visit. I’ve been…

…reflecting on things lately—

too late— but about what happened then that day and now… well…”

(He hangs his head, shadows of his hair covering his eyes.)

“There’s something I have to tell you.”

(Simon looks away to the side towards the cliff’s edge for a moment.)

“I—”

(The waves are fairly calm below.)

“I won’t be coming back anymore. I came to apologize, say goodbye.”

(He reveals a blackened, shriveled, scarred hand from his cloak.)

“I think my time is getting near, it’s getting worse… again…”

“Everything has these past months, or years really… the townspeople, the nightmares… and this… this… sickness.”

—

Yeah so that’s it so far, not too many events happening, but it’s based on like a single line or so of the Japanese manual story. I’m kinda considering almost having like all of CV1 be a quick prologue cause it’s important context for story things I wanna do later. Simon’s story is both simultaneously comparatively short, but also somehow a lot (TwT ).