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hrefna-the-raven · 1 year

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Cloudy mornings and sweet bareness

This is a follow-up to First date - tell me more, tell me more and Black velvet dress :)

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Words: 1605

Summary: the famous morning after ;)

Warnings: nudity

Kelvin woke up to the sound of a pounding headache, the kind that feels like two jackhammers going off inside his skull. He cursed under his breath, vowing never to drink that much again. He slowly opened his eyes, blinded by the rays of sunshine invading his apartment and looked around, trying to piece together how he ended up still fully dressed on his couch instead of lying comfortably in his bed. He tried to sit up, but the room started spinning again, his head fell back and he groaned, pretty sure that he was going to throw up any second now. He prayed to whoever divine entity was listening to take off the excruciating pain when he heard a sudden knock on his front door. It was too loud, too much for his fragile brain to handle. He groaned and pulled his face in his hands, hoping whoever it was would just go away and leave him to die in peace. But the knocking persisted, growing louder and more insistent with each passing moment. Finally, he dragged himself off the couch and as he stumbled around towards the front door, one foot landed on the empty bottle he discarded so carelessly last night, rendering his body to the merciless gravity that pulled him down on the floor with a brutal force.

"Not this again", he mumbled with his face glued to the cold tiles.

"Robert?", a gentle female voice hesitantly resounded from the hallway outside.

He recognised it immediately, jumped up in panic and staggered towards the door, his hands rushing through his hair in a desperate attempt to not look like he just woke up half dead. He took a deep breath and opened the door and was immediately greeted by that big adorable smile of yours as you eagerly held up a paper bag in front of his face.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey", you chimed, your voice cheerful but husky.

He didn't know what to respond as his mind was currently away on a quest to find out how it as possible to have you standing at his front door with breakfast. Did he tell you where he lived yesterday? He couldn't remember any of that, but, in all fairness, he couldn't think of any reason for his brain to help him now, given that he persistently tried to drown it yesterday. He motioned you to enter and pointed towards the kitchen counter.

"Coffee?", he asked while closing the door.

You sank down on the stool at the counter, posing the bag and two paper cups on it.

"Genius me already thought of this", you giggled pointing at the cups, "don't take this personally T-Bird, but you look like shit.", your hand grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn around, your eyes inspecting his hungover expression, "I'm glad we agreed on breakfast this morning, the way you look, you definitely need my hangover cure."

You unpacked a big greasy sandwich from the bag and proudly held it up.

"Ed's eggs and bacon sandwich! Curing my hangovers since", you paused for a moment, faking a pondering expression, "well let's say a long time but definitely not long enough to make you think I'd be old."

Kelvin couldn't help but to smirk at your sweet attempt to cheer him up with silly jokes and took a big bite from the sandwich. It tasted like a piece of heaven packed between two bread slices, like a magic potion cursing through his body, reviving his wrecked body completely. This was exactly what he needed right now and happiness filled his heart at the thought of you being this caring and sweet to him. He glimpsed up from his food at you, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of you smiling at him while eating. The same kind of yesterday's black eyeliner contoured your eyes perfectly, highlighting your bright coloured irises beautifully like sparkling gemstones and then there was a dress again. It was different from the velvet one, it hang loose on your delicate frame, only emphasising the form of your breasts slightly without revealing anything, but it was enough to declare another war on his sanity and restraint.

"Like what you see, soldier?", the mocking tone of your voice tore him back to reality.

"It is my duty to assess the situation and analyse any possible threat before reacting", he calmly explained, the corners of his mouth twitching in a failing attempt to hide a grin.

You leaned closer to him, your eyes darting to his lips before fixing on his in a long relishing stare.

"And what threat could tiny innocent me possible pose for a well trained and, if I may say so, very handsome soldier like you", you paused for a second, "Rob?"

You moved a bit closer to him, Kelvin swallowed the lustful moan that threatened to escape his throat any minute and just when he thought you lean in to kiss him, he saw the cup move up to your lips and you took a sip of coffee, winking at him teasingly.

"Are you not only invading me in the morning but also flirting with me?", his raspy voice went straight to your core.

How could this man be so seductive and tempting while still acting casual with a hint of confusion?

"Well we agreed on meeting up today as you were quite drunk by the end of the evening and I was a bit worried about you", you confessed, your cheeks blushing rapidly, "so you practically invited me to invade."

Kelvin might have been sitting in his kitchen, having a discussion with a beautiful woman, but his mind moved elsewhere again, lost in the sudden surge of last night's memories flooding his thoughts. He stared at you dumbfounded with a blank expression, his lips parting at the shock of all the new information hitting at him at once. He remembered telling you about his work, how he passionately spent most of his free days working on his car and even where he lived. And then the words you whispered to him just before leaving finally emerged from the cloud of his drunken amnesia. He remembered the fondness in your voice as you told him that you would drop by and make sure he'd be okay and get him back to full energy with your secret weapon. The words echoed in his head like a never-ending refrain. He blinked in shock, his eyes swiftly darting down to his crotch, recalling the disaster that unfolded on his couch before he succumbed to the drunken lullaby of blissful sleep.

"I..uhm...I need to take a shower", his fingers fumbled nervously at the cup, his eyes trying everything possible to avoid you, "I feel kinda disgusting, still wear the same clothes and uhm...", he jumped up and hurried towards the bathroom, "be right back!"

You cackled, taking another sip from your coffee before you looked around for a trash can to discard the empty wrapping paper and cups. The creaking of the bathroom door caught your attention and your curiosity took over as you peaked around the corner. In the rush to get rid of last night's dried up cum uncomfortably and painfully gluing his boxers to his pubic hair, Kelvin forgot to give the door another push as it would otherwise hang ajar, not enough to get a full glance at the entire bathroom but just enough so you could spy him through the crack. Your lips parted, forming a surprise Oh as your eyes where fixed on Kelvin stripping down his underwear, revealing his well formed and definitely well trained butt.

"Holy mother of", was all that escaped your lips in a faint whisper as you couldn't prevent yourself from staring, still holding the trash in hand as your foot pressed on the pedal kept the lid of the trashcan hanging open in suspense.

A faint breeze alarmingly blew gently on the skin of his backside caused a flash of anxiety in Kelvin. The door! His mind scolded him as he turned around very slowly as if a part of him irrationally believed to become invisible when moving achingly slow. His eyes scanned the living room through the crack of the door, landing on your shocked frame. You gulped heavily at the sight of Kelvin's fully exposed front. Your eyes wandered down his well shaped body, taking a mental note of every defined muscle along the way until they suddenly landed on his groin.

"Bullseye", you mumbled, still unable to avert your grace at the delicious sight of the stark naked soldier, for whom you started harboring feelings for, in front of you.

Kelvin let out a panicked shriek and kicked the door shut. The sudden bang of it snapping shut, ripped you out of your trance like state, noticing only now that your hand had let go of the trash which was not lying at your feet. You cleaned up the floor and hurried back to the kitchen corner, contemplating about running away in a desperate attempt to avoid the uncomfortable conversation this incident would entail while the heat crept up your cheeks. You expected Kelvin to be in shape and look deliciously good under those tight clothes but the unmasked image of reality that presented itself to you, surpassed everything your dirty mind could have come up with. Despite feeling ashamed and mentally scolding you for shamelessly staring at him, you felt like you might hit the jackpot with this one, that is if what just happened didn't ruin all your chances with this charmingly sweet man.

Part 4: Kiss me, you fool

Part 5: Waiting in the wings

Part 6: You're only falling now? (18+)

#sons of the forest #sotf #sons of the forest x reader #sotf x reader #sotf fanfiction #sotf kelvin #sons of the forest kelvin #kelvin sons of the forest #kelvin x reader #kelvin x female reader #kelvin x you #kelvin is sexy #kelvin reveals more than he wants

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 1 year

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The Royal Diaries - Chapter 6

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Pairings: Boba Fett x OC (Cinderella), Din Djarin x OC (Snow White)

Rating: T

Warnings: Being electrocuted, whipped, duel, implied killings, I think that’s it. If I miss any please let me know

Word count: 5,902

Authors’ Note: Hello lovelies,

Man it’s so awesome to be back and writing, I am sooooo sorry I wasn’t able to upload anything in October, but it was a really rough month for me. I had a migraine practically everyday, and I still had to go to work. It got so bad that at one point I had to go to the ER because none of my meds were doing anything. I’ve missed you all and love oo.

I am currently working on SOTF (Sins of the Father) and hoping to upload in two weeks, this is the longest I’ve going without updating any of my stories without being on hiatus and it’s killing me. Thank you for bearing with me in the meantime. Thank you @firstofficerwiggles for being an amazing writing partner. LOVE OO.

Drawing done by @imabeautifulbutterfly

Cinderella’s eyes focused on the carbonite, her sister’s face was still as beautiful as she remembered. She couldn’t see the full hall below from her vantage point, one thing was definitely sure, they were outnumbered at least ten to one.

“How many guards do you guys figure?”

Din leaned over trying to get an estimate, he could see the outline of a further five tables each looked packed, “Well if the tables I’m seeing are as big as the ones in view right now, I’m thinking at least 80 maybe 95 Crimson Dawners down there.”

“I would think more” Boba interjected, “Those are the ones that can be seen, what about those that can’t. I’m going to say at least 50.”

“Either way, we’re outnumbered” Cinderella’s eyes took in every aspect before she settled herself down against the barrier, “We’ll have to plan this out carefully, otherwise it could mean the end for all of us.”

Diary of Cinderella D’arbav of Mandalore

If I had known those words would’ve led us to the predicament we now found ourselves in, I would’ve kept my mouth shut. As wonderful as Boba is, and as astonishing as Mand’alor Djarin is, neither of them expected for things to go so wrong. Our plan was to wait till the partying had died down, and most went to their sleep cycle. With most off-duty, moving about the compound should have been easier.

The three of us split up, I hid myself in the air ducts, using them to move me closer towards Snow’s slab, while Din and Boba moved through the hallways, sticking to the shadows. Our goal was to limit the body count as much as possible, keeping our presence as close to invisible as possible.

Everything was going great, and yet in a moment that I live over and over again in my head, someone tripped an alarm. Who it was? Where it was tripped from? I hadn’t the foggiest ideas. All I could do was wait and watch from my spot, there was nothing I could do as twenty guards took Boba into custody after mowing down thirteen of their own guards, and Din had another fifteen guards escorting him after he took down fifteen of their own men.

Great! Now what do I do? Either way I needed to make a decision, either I continue on the original plan to retrieve Snow or I do what I can to save Boba and Din. Do I stay or do I go?

As much as Cinderella wanted to go after Boba and Din at that very moment, truth of the matter was, she only had a limited time to rescue Snow before the rest of the guards came looking for her. Although, Cinderella knew those two would’ve rather endured torture before giving away her position.

She finally made it to the dining hall, where Qi’ra’s throne was; it had been emptied. At that moment, it struck her, she hadn’t seen a guard for a good twenty minutes; although she didn’t see anyone she lowered herself down from the air duct careful of every noise and movement around her.

It wasn’t long before she was standing in front of Snow’s carbonite form, she was dismayed yet relieved to see her sister’s face, she looked calm, peaceful even. Her helmet held carefully in her hands, despite it being covered in the dark grey carbonite, Cinderella could still see her famous blue, red and golden design, her sister spent days planning and painting. She could even see spots where Snow’s armour peering out amongst the cold carbonite.

Cinderella looked at the vitals on the display readout on the side of the carbonite, everything was still in the green. Snow’s heartbeat, pulse, brain function, everything was normal. Cinder’s eyes focused on the readout that stated duration in carbonite, it read 6 years, 9 months, 23 days. She closed her eyes, knowing this hellish prison Snow was trapped in for so long was no one else’s fault but Cinderella’s own. The guilt she felt began to overwhelm, and it would’ve caused her to shut down, had it not been for the realization she still need to get her out of there, she quickly rested her head against the side of the carbonite thanking the maker she had finally found Snow.

Cinderella moved methodically and efficiently as she examined every inch of the carbonite, making sure there was no trigger or booby-trap set to alert anyone if she removed Snow from her perch. It took her longer than she wanted but pretty soon she was able to lower Snow and get the carbonite’s hover system operational.

She wanted to wake her up right there and then however there were a number of issues with that idea. First, Snow’s health when she came out of carbonite. She wouldn’t be able to guarantee her sister would make it, and she didn’t want to risk her health any more than absolutely necessary. Second, between transporting Snow and finding the other two twiddle dees, she wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on Snow to the degree she wished. She needed to store her sister somewhere safe first, she could hide her on Boba’s ship, unfortunately, at the present time it was surrounded by Crimson Dawners.

Her only option would be to hide her somewhere, she wouldn’t be easily discovered. Cinderella, remembered Din mentioning he had passed a storage room that contained empty carbonite containers, she always remembered her father used to say, ‘Nothing works as well as hiding beskar amongst polished durasteel, only the wise can find the true treasure.’

She inched her way along the corridor, the lack of guards was really starting to concern her. It was one thing to see the occasional guards here and there, but to see no guards, not even the hint of a guard, could only mean Boba and Din were in danger. Cinderella worked quickly to make sure Snow was properly stored away and hidden. As much as she didn’t want to leave her sister, she needed to get back to the two dummies who had somehow managed to get themselves captured.

Leave it to Mandalorians to hold a duel just as soon as they have a moment to deal with their intruders. Diary I’m sure you would’ve been just as shocked as I was, when I came upon an arena filled to the brim with observers, all chanting in one voice ‘Long Live Lady Qi’ra,’ followed in quick succession with ‘Rise New Mand’alor’, I guess if you have a chance at the darksaber, you take any opportunity that’s presented, regardless of how impractical it could be.

Cinderella climbed higher to get a better vantage point, hoping to truly see who was down there with Qi’ra.

The petite woman may have appeared sweet and innocent, but in truth she was more skilled and vicious than any viper. There were rumours about her previous masters and the training she received. Watching her fight in the arena, clearly showed the rumours surrounding her train were accurate, her training leaked through with every thrust of her sword, every parry, every time she blocked one of the darksaber's attacks. She was aggressive, defiant, and brilliant display of fury and beauty.

Cinderella watched as Qi’ra’s and Djarin’s swords clashed again and again, each time they met their swords whistled and sang adding to the noise from the spectators. The growing pandemonium began to shake the very foundation of the arena, yet no one seemed alarmed.

Unable to do anything, she watched as Din avoided Qi’ra’s attacks relentlessly, he looked as though every movement was a struggle, as if the darksaber grew heavier with each swing he took. In a moment, where Din seemed exhausted, Qi’ra managed to land a blow against the darksaber, the impact clearly took a toll on the Mand’alor. Yet, he found his footing and regained his strength.

Cinder’s eyes shifted from Din and found the familiar green Mandalorian armour she had grown to love in the past month and a half. Her eyes locked on his visor, although he couldn’t see her, she could see how much he hated watching Djarin in the ring with Qi’ra. Boba’s hands clenched against his arms, if his fists tightened anymore, his gloves would easily tear. She wanted to comfort him, to be there holding his hands, but now was not the time.

Watching Djarin standing his ground made me respect him a little more, even if it showed that he really didn’t know what he was doing with that sword. It looked like the sabre was fighting against him with each step he took and clearly he was losing against the darksaber. The times I’d seen Snow practice with the sabre she was smooth, it appeared as an extension of her body, never once did it seem that she had to fight it to obey her. Maybe the issue was Din and not the sword itself, the only one who could help him was stuck in carbonite, no doubt when Snow wakes up, she’d be willing to help the bumbling idiot understand how to use the sword as it was meant to … well maybe.

Din was getting more and more annoyed at Qi’ra, she was smaller and quicker on her feet than he had expected, it almost felt she was trained by several different masters, yet she masterfully combined their teachings into her own style. If it wasn’t throwing him off, he would’ve been impressed with her skills, yet there was something odd about her sword that made her strikes harder than it should’ve been.

Cinderella watched from the rafters, keeping her eyes on Qi’ra, she noticed every so often her thumb and forefinger seemed to move over her hilt, tapping in certain spots. She focused on the hilt of her sword, when she realized there was some sort of battery pack attached to it, what it did was anyone’s guess.

Feeling utterly helpless and useless, Cinderella watched as Qi’ra made one final move thrusting her sword into Djarin’s side. She could feel her breath leave her as he dodged Qi’ra’s strike just in time, knocking her sword out of her hand.

Judging by the silence filling the arena, the crowd clearly weren’t expecting to see their leader defeated. However, she wasn’t giving up so easily. Cinderella watched in horror as three guards came up behind Djarin, a vibro-whip came unfurling out from beside each of them, without warning all three electrocuted him while his back was towards them.

Din got the wind knocked out of him as he felt thousands of volts coursing through his body, he fell to his knees without hesitation, his strength and endurance evaporated when he saw Qi’ra’s sword fly out of her hand. His chest tightened as he tried to regulate his breathing, his heart was pounding in his ears as the blood coursed through faster and faster, he felt his nerves jittering and jumping from the electricity still flowing through his body. Just as he was about to regain his strength he felt a sharp sting along his side, across the back of his legs, with each sting the tightness in his heart and the pounding in his ear increased. Before long he started seeing black spots, until his visioned darkened completely.

Boba watched from the side lines, his hands clenched against his sides as he saw the Mand’alor being cheated and treated disrespectfully. He won the duel fair and square but that wasn’t good enough for the likes of these so called Mandalorians. He watched helplessly from the side as they continued to whip Djarin, even though all indications were he was unconscious. Boba had a great deal of respect for the Mand’alor. In fact, he viewed him as his brother; a more legitimate brother than all those clones, who’d call each other vod pretending to form some form of familial sentiment.

The burning anger within him, made him want to rush out there and deal with those guards. Yet, he knew, if he did it would mean certain death for the both of them. Right now, they needed to endure until they could get away. There wasn’t much for Boba to do, except watch as Qi’ra stood from where she fell, wiping off the dust in the most nonchalant way possible as she strolled over to the unconscious Din, slowly lowering herself as she yanked the darksaber from his clutched hand. Her actions were contradictory in every sense of the word, she exuded charm and lady-like behaviour, yet her mannerisms were crude and rough.

She examined it carefully, slowly raising till she stood tall and proud. Watching the spectators carefully for their reaction, she thrusted her hand in the air displaying the sword as some would-be victor. The crowd roared and stomped their feet against the ground, causing a gigantic uproarious cheer of support to the woman who cheated in order to achieve the mantle of Mand’alor.

I was absolutely and utterly disgusted by this low act of Lady Qi’ra, a true Mandalorian, a true ruler of Mandalore would honour the act of defeat. To lose in battle to an opponent that is stronger, wiser, faster than you is an honour all Mandalorians hold dear. However, she betrayed that loss and took it upon herself to betray the duel and claim the darksaber for herself as though she was the true victor. Although, I may not fully be on board with Djarin being Mand’alor, he won the darksaber fair and square. He has more than earned the right to be the Mand’alor, I vow, I’ll make sure to retrieve the darksaber for him, for the true ruler of Mandalore.

Cinder watched as the spectators all headed towards their quarters, while Lady Qi’ra headed towards a lift that took her away from everyone, she lived in the highest tower, no doubt a penthouse filled to the brim with security measures and personnel.

She focused her attention back on Boba and Din, watching as they dragged the unconscious Din away, followed by the well guarded Boba. His hands still clenched by his side, Cinderella wanted to reach out and hold his hand, help him relax, him to realize that they weren’t out of options. Watching them being taken away made her stomach tighten, that was her family. She was going to get them back.

Cinder debated for a second who to go to first, Lady Qi’ra to retrieve the darksaber or to her travelling companions; before she even realized her mind had made a decision, her feet were guiding her to where she needed to go. She was light on her feet, as she made down the corridor taking out any guard who happened to pass her path and disposing of their body in a storage closet nearby, hoping to keep things quiet for as long as possible, the time for diplomacy was over, they dared to touch her family and she was going to make them pay.

“Djarin, you awake?” Boba called over to the younger Mandalorian, they needed to find a way out of there, the sooner the better. Despite how much pain he was probably in, and how much he didn’t want to exasperate his injuries what they need … what Boba needed was for Djarin to wake up, so they could find his little one as soon as possible.

Thankfully, it seemed the guards were completely unaware of Cinderella, that knowledge was the only thing that was giving him peace of mind.

Regardless of their circumstances, they still needed to find a way to get out of their cells, find Cinder, get the carbonite back to his ship and then get the hell out of Crimson Dawns territory.

“Din, answer me” his patience was running out, he felt like a trapped animal losing his mind with each passing second. Boba heard a barely audible whimper. “Djarin, can you hear me?” There was a sound of another painful whine, before Boba heard a shift.

“Hey! Mand’alor, need you to wake up vod. Come on”

“Hmmm” Din mumbled an answer, as his head screamed in pain from the massive migraine he was suffering from; it felt as though his brain was being pressed against his skull, as the throbbing reared him back into consciousness.

“Djarin. Jaha. Laam.” (Wake up)

“Mmm-yeahhhh”

“Aya’yida!” (Call to attention)

“Yeah” he groaned out, “I’m here.” His whole body was now screaming in pain, there were parts of his back, his sides and even his lower legs that seemed to be particularly in a lot of pain. All he could want at that moment was a tank of bacta, just to rest and recuperate, however the concrete ceiling reminded him this wasn’t the place to let his guard down.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I was beaten within an inch of my life”

“That’s how it looked like” silence filled the two cells, there wasn’t much else they could do. Boba didn’t have any bacta on him, that was confiscated along with their vambraces and weapons, even their jet packs were taken. After a moment of pure silence, he thought he heard the sounds of snoring coming from Din’s cell. “HEY! WAKE UP!”

“I’m up … just groggy.”

“Well stand up, get to your feet. It’ll help.”

“You really know how to show compassion don’t you” Din groaned out as he shifted in his spot.

“Finally, I get a real response from you.”

“I apologize that my unconsciousness seemed to have put a damper on your boredom.”

“Listen here, we wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for your poorly executed attempt to quell the merc that was on my ship.”

“Excuse me, I did that to save your companion”

“My companion would’ve been able to deal with that man in a lot more efficient way compared to you.”

“Hold up, I didn’t kill that man, because the agreement was zero body count, it was only a matter of time before he woke up and stumbled his way to the interior of the compound for some help.”

“Fine, but you could have tied him up. Could have dumped his body in the hidden cargo hold.”

Din huffed out an irritated sigh as he slowly stood, attempting to find his footing underneath, “There wouldn’t have been a need to deal with that man if your companion learned how to tread more softly”

“She would’ve treaded more softly if someone hadn’t felt the need to fix up his armour before heading into battle and then not cleaning up his tools.”

“Well if she hadn’t been pestering me for the better part of a week and a half about how my armour needed tweaking, I wouldn’t have pulled out those tools to fix my armour.”

“If you had managed to actually maintain your armour, she wouldn’t have complained about it.”

“The only reason they found us and captured the both of us is because you led them right to me.”

“I did no such thing, you led them to me. I had managed to escape their notice, if you didn’t run into me, and get me captured along with you.”

“You know I did this as a favour to you! I don’t need to be here, fighting my way through pirates, and Jawas, and dealing with freaking Crimson Dawn. I could be at home with my son, instead of leaving his care to my aide.”

“Okay first of all, neither of us knew that he would take a ship back by himself from the Jedi; and need I remind you that we both offered to get you a transport back, so you could be with your son.”

“Oh yeah, a transport, that’s a lot of fun. Having to make sure all my weaponry is intact and not missing when I arrive. Not to mention all the people you have to be squeezed in with. Thanks, but no thanks.

“Well then get your di’kutla head out of your sheb and deal with it.”

“You know the words you’re saying are truly touching, and just reach my heart oh so much…” Din wanted to bust through the door and punch Boba in the nose, if he really wasn’t angry more with himself for staying with them and not going immediately back to Tatooine to be with Grogu. Not to mention losing the sabre. And getting knocked out by two guards, because that no good cheating Qi’ra couldn’t handle losing, when that modulated voice cut through their bantering, “Now, are you two done?”

Both Djarin and Fett rushed to the tiny window provided for their cells, they could see a small figure sitting in a chair, they didn’t need to second guess who it was, it was as clear to them as anything.

“Took you long enough, little one” Boba’s heart jumped a little, he felt a cold rush of nerves run through his hands, his chest tightened, a cold sweat broke out down his spine, she was safe. He was grateful to not only hear her but see her as well.

“You going to get us out of here, Cindy” Din was glad to see she was alive, and appeared to be unharmed, but more than anything he was mostly irritated she was sitting there, her shoulders shaking, no doubt from laughing at their ridiculous banter.

“I don’t know” Cinder tapped the lip of her helmet, “I mean, it is quite enjoyable to see a couple work out their frustrations, and from what I heard it seems that you two were almost at the point, when we could really dive into what seems to be the problem.”

“Exactly how much time did you spend with Hondo, little one?” If Fett didn’t know better, he could’ve sworn it was Hondo sitting there mocking them and not Cinderella.

“Oh come on, cyare, you know I’m kidding.” She stood from her seat brushing off the imaginary dust, well maybe not necessarily imaginary considering all the ducts she was crawling through. “Well … do you want to get out of here, or just enjoy the vacation the two of you seem to be revelling in?”

“Cyar’ika you play a dangerous game” Boba wanted out of that hell hole so he could feel Cinderella in his arms, and reaffirm she was fine.

“Well then can you at least tell me who tripped the alarm, and how you guys ended up in here?”

“Oh cyar’ika, first let me explain that the Mand’alor here didn’t bother tying up the man he took down in the ship, which then led to him finding help. Not to mention if it wasn’t for the excellent sense of direction, Djarin over there has, we wouldn’t have even been caught.”

“Wait …” Cinderella smirked at the thought, “Are you telling me you are not to blame for this in any sense?”

“I’m not the one who couldn’t keep his eyes on his work”

“What are you saying over there Fett?” Djarin was about ready to bust the door down.

“Come on you know you were keeping your eyes on Snow more than on what you were doing”

“I was not!”

“And where were your eyes cyare?” Cinderella teased.

“I think you know exactly where my eyes were, cyar’ika”

“If you two are done flirting, I would like to get out of here” Din propped his raised hand out of the window, hoping to get Cinder’s attention. When all of a sudden he heard a familiar hum as the outline of the darksabre came between the door and wall, he stepped back watching as it sliced through the locks like it was butter. Before he even realized it, the door slid open.

Boba was standing there beside Cinderella, his helmet was in his hand a smirk on his face, he looked at Din’s confused stance as his visor focused on the darksaber that was in Cinderella’s hand. She couldn’t help grin under her helmet, “If you keep staring at her Djarin, you and I are going to have words” Boba’s voice came through loud and clear through his modulator.

“Don’t worry love, I’m sure he’s just wondering about this” she held up the darksaber as nonchalantly as possible, “We should probably get out of here though first.”

“We need to figure out how to get that carbonite out of here” Din spoke up, ignoring the mocking tone coming from the both of them.

“It’s okay Djarin, I already took care of her, we just need to get her to the ship and get out of here. Then you can stare at her all you want.”

“Shut up”

“I have an idea” Boba interjected, “however, first we need our weapons and vambraces, they also took my knee braces.”

“Pretty sure they’re over there” Cinderella motioned with her head to a hallway off to the left, “When I was trying to find you guys, I came across a room that had caches, more than likely that’s where they’ll be.”

No one said anything as they followed Boba towards the storage room, just as she estimated everything they were looking for was there, waiting to be returned to their owners. Within minutes all of them were back in full armour and heading towards the room Cinder had hid Snow. This time they were being ever more cautious taking there time to make sure they didn’t wind up back in that cell or having to face that woman.

“How did you get the sabre back?” Although they agreed to discuss this later, Din’s curiosity was getting the better of him.

“It wasn’t easy” Cinderella mumbled back as they neared the carbonite storage room.

“Care to expand on that, little one?”

She let out a sigh, clearly neither of them were going to let it go, “Let’s just say I saw an opportunity and I took it.” She moved forward making sure to keep them to the shadows, “This is the room, I’ll get her slab, you guys keep watch.”

“Yes, General” Boba saluted, as he watched Cinder go inside taking the lead, it made him warm all over seeing her take her rightful role. He glanced over to Din, he was still sluggish, and he’d been quite solemn since they left the cells, “You okay, vod?”

“Yeah”

“Wounds not hurting too much?”

“Ignoring it for now. I’ll take care of it when we’re back on the ship”

“Are you upset losing the sabre?”

“Never wanted it in the first place”

“But…”

“I don’t know … it’s just …” how could he explain clearly he felt like he let Snow down, he had never felt he deserved or even really knew how to be Mand’alor. However, having lost the sabre in the manner in which he did, really bothered him. He allowed them to get the best of him, to sneak up behind him and knock him out before they whipped him according to Boba and Cinder.

Before he could truly express what he felt, Cinderella came out with the carbonite slab hovering in front of her, “Alright boys, let’s go.”

Everything was going well, that was until they reached the garage, it seemed everyone and their cousin was guarding Boba’s ship. The three of them shifted over to several abandoned crates, well they appeared abandoned according to the amount of dirt piled on them. Cinderella righted the carbonite slowly and carefully making sure not to cause any noise and not to alert anyone to their position.

Din’s eyes kept focusing on Snow’s face, the pictures he had seen, the holovids, none of it did her justice by any shape or form. Her delicate features could be seen even through the carbon, she looked peaceful, serene, an angel frozen in time. He felt his heart skip a beat, as his eyes held on to her face for just a moment longer, hoping to keep that image in his mind.

“Hey!” Cinderella knocked Djarin’s helmet, “Focus!”

“She’s right, Djarin. We need you here.”

“I’m here” he focused his attention back to the garage, “I’m counting at least 30, maybe 45 guards”

“Not to mention the 20 that were in the break room over there” Cinderella motioned towards a door that slid close, “We’ll need to lock that room”

“Any way to get some of the guards into that room” Boba eyed the garage in front of them, determining where the greater security risk was, who would be the most dangerous guard to take out.

“I have an idea” Din offered, “However …” he turned his attention to Cinderella, “Do you think you can draw their attention?”

“Depending on the kind of attention you mean?”

“Get them to think their receiving a gift from Lady Qi’ra”

“Excuse me?” Boba’s tense voice spoke up before she had a chance to react, “Exactly what are you thinking?”

“We paint her armour, and get her to get all of them to go to the break room thinking they’re waiting for a gift from Lady Qi’ra, why? What were you thinking?”

“I’m not thinking anything”

“That’s clearly evident”

“Oh we’re going to start this again” Boba’s fist clenched by his side.

“Boys. Boys. Let us remember we can only stay here for so long before we’re found out. I don’t think we’ll have enough time for me to get their attention, but what if we used the PA system.”

“You think they have a PA system here?” Boba tilted his head at her.

“Or what if we capture one of them, and use their comms to trick them”

“That works, there’s a guard coming this way” Din’s visor focused on the smaller guard who seemed to be on edge, he nodded towards the other two indicating he would take the guard out. He shifted into position, readying himself when an alarm reached their ears.

It wasn’t a warning alarm, rather, some sort of reminder, they remained still, watching as half the crew exited the garage, leaving about 20 in the garage.

Diary,

I thought for sure we were cooked, but when the alarm sounded, and most of the guards exited the garage it was as though a breath of fresh air wafted through. It finally felt we could breathe, it didn’t take us long to make our escape, getting rid of those who stood in our way. We boarded the ship and exited Crimson Dawns territory, as quickly as Boba was able to input the hyperspace code.

“Cinder, can I offer a suggestion?”

She turned to look at Din, his armour was off and his movements were slow, clearly the injuries he had were affecting him now that the adrenaline had crashed.

“Before you make a suggestion” she focused back on Snow’s slab, “Did you apply any bacta on your wounds?”

Din was shocked by the concern, “What? You actually care?”

Cinderella made one final check on Snow, before turning her full attention to Din, “You helped me get my sister back, of course I care. Also …” she stepped closer to him, reaching behind her, pulling out the darksabre, holding out the handle to Din, “This actually belongs to you.”

“I lost it”

“It was stolen”

“During combat”

“After you had already won. Look, she cheated, got her goons to electrocute you, and then whip you, none of that says that she won it in fair combat. If anything it says she’s a petty pathetic woman who does not deserve to have all those people following her. You are it’s rightful owner, and the rightful ruler of Mand’alor.”

She took his hand placing the saber gently in it, closing his hands around the familiar handle. Once it was in his hand she took a step back, “I know I’ve teased, mocked and sometimes … okay I was downright rude to you, but truth of the matter is, I’ve been watching and observing you. You have a restraint that is needed in a leader. You stay true to your word. You are …” she cleared her throat, “You are a Mand’alor my sister would be proud of, and I know she’d want you to have this back.”

Din squeezed his hand around the handle, “Thank you” his eyes focused on the sabre that hadn’t been something he wanted, and yet now having it back made him realize how much he truly missed it. What it meant for him to have won it in the first place. He let out a huff, before focusing on Cinderella’s helmet, “You ever going to tell me how you got it back”

She shifted her head from side to side, “I will … eventually, but seeing how flustered you get not knowing just …” she laughed as she shifted from side to side, “oh it just fills me with joy.” She laughed once more as she turned her attention back to Snow, “Anyways, you came down here because you had a suggestion?”

“I was going to suggest to wait to wake her until we get to Tatooine”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Boba said that he would have the best doctor he knows there, along with extra bacta for the tank.” Cinderella stopped what she was doing to look at her sister’s sleeping face, “You know for six years I’ve dreamt of this moment, and now that we’re here I keep expecting to wake up.”

“Well little one” Boba’s voice filled the cargo hold, “It’s not a dream” he strode up to the two … well three of them, he placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze, “It’s not a dream, cyar’ika. You found her and soon, she’ll be awake and by your side. We’re on our way to Tatooine, we should be landing within a day and a half.”

He shifted a little, despite how easy everything seemed, things were not exactly sitting well with him, “Does anyone else feel that was way too easy?”

“I think you’re being paranoid, let’s not forget we did make a significant dent in their gang.”

“Frankly, I didn’t see how anything we did was easy” Din let out an exasperated sigh as a new wave of pain hit him.

“You are in pain, just sit and relax vod”

Cinderella shifted and leaned against Snow’s slab, “Listen even if it was easy, we got out of there and we’re in hyperspace, we can just jump out a few hyperspace links ahead, do a sweep of the ship, make sure there are no trackers. Right?”

“Yeah, I just don’t … something just doesn’t feel right.”

“I know” She rubbed his arm, now that he had mentioned an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach.

Boba glanced over to Din, he turned on the comms between the two of them “Soon you’ll actually get to meet her vod and get to know her as a real live person and not some holoimage. Then hopefully, you can fall in love with the person and not the idea of who she is.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about vod”

“Yes, you do. From what Cinder’s told me, she’s perfect for you.”

“Ahem!” They both turned to look at Cinderella who was leaning against Snow’s slab her body shaking from her silent laughter, “You both do realize I can hear you, right?”

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annarts05 · 2 years

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Yknow I kinda feel bad for all the people who have had to repeatedly scroll past our sotfs debate lmao

they might be long, they might be heated, they might be packed with subjectivity,

but they are full of color, passion, and i have a feeling it's fun to watch two idiots argue over a show of cartoon lego people

#inbox #asks #ninjago #just sayin

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cotlfanficspromptsblog · 2 months

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COTL SOTF(A Tale of Two Loving Lambs AU)

Author's Note : Hello Readers of This Blog, So My Old Save of Eternity Heaven is Officially Gone & Dead so RIP to that Save and have recently made a spiritual successor save called The Midsummonar Cult(which is a really perfect name especially used with the Sins of The Flesh Update) & Best of All i have gotten the sins cosmetic pack with the 5 new follower forms, new decor aswell as outfits!(but for the follower forms my personal favs of it are Tiger Follower Form & Esp The Alpaca/Llama Follower Form! which is awesome to have now with my OC Lambsona of Lamberina aka Angelique/Angel Lambert's Sister(my OC) as a official follower of being an Alpaca(which is pretty close to Sheep Breeds)

Anyways This Save is Completely Different & New so this is gonna be a Whole New Fanfic Stories(Short Stories, Long Storylines & Etc.) for The Sins Save(as it will be officially called from here on out) with Many New Characters with the new Baby Followers being additional characters as in-game characters.

and Finally I've recently changed the Relationship between Lamb's 3 Beloved Wives(and The Rest of The Spouse Squad) which is now only with Samantha(Sammi), Lady Dimistru(Dimmi) & M3gan(M3ggy) all being Platonic Best Friends(only Friendship no Love Involved) and with Only Samantha being The Lamb's Only Beloved Spouse/Wife/Mother & Grandmother toward Cult Hatchlings/Offsprings in the cult.

So just wanted to update on this blog about the state of my saves(old & New) while playing cult of the lamb & the changes on the storyline.

will post a chapter soon.. later Cultists!

#cotl #cotl fanfic #status update

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rhys-ravenfeather · 7 months

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Off now.

Yeah, I'm calling it a night early tonight guys.

I have an early flight tomorrow, so I figure I should go ahead and pack one time, maybe shower tonight instead of tomorrow morning, so I'mma just work on SotF a little more, then go do that.

All going well, by tomorrow night I should be back home, and back to my normal routine.

I'll see you guys when I see you.

#rhys-ravenfeather signing off #i am NOT sorry to be leaving my mom i'll just say that much...

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thetantiger · 9 months

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Character Insight #3: Randolph

Full Name: Randolph Felix Heisenberg Gender: Male (he/him) Race: Worgen Class: Rogue Specialization: Assassination Orientation: Pansexual Relatives: James (brother [deceased]) Age: 34 Height: 6'8 (5'6 Human form) Voice reference: Husker - Hazbin Hotel Theme: We're Sure to Drown (Husk's Tale) - PARANOiD DJ, Cycoriot

[BACKSTORY] Randolph was born in a village named Pyrewood on the outskirts of Gilneas. Him and his older brother, James, were left to fend for themselves by their parents, so James essentially took care of Randolph growing up. Randolph was friends with a girl named Raymond and they often followed James around, but when Ray and her family moved into the city to Emberstone, it was just Randolph and his brother. Eventually, they would be locked out of the city via the Greymane Wall, and learned to survive amongst the rampaging Worgen, gathering supplies and teaching themselves to be sneaky yet fatal. It was the only way they could manage to get by in such a violent hellscape.

...And then the Forsaken came. The Forsaken were not beasts like the feral Worgen that rampaged through Silverpine. They were calculated, and brutal, and *personal.* They bombarded Pyrewood with enough plague to force James and Randolph out of hiding, and whether they knew there were any survivors in Pyrewood or not, they sure aimed to change that once they became aware of their presence. In a skirmish, James had begun to fend people off from his little brother in an attempt to rescue him, but eventually, the only solution became clear. He told Randolph to run and, while refusing to at first, upon James's insistence he listened.. and never saw his brother again. James had fallen in battle to Sylvanas's troops.

The only shelter a young Randolph was able to seek was in the nearby Worgen pack, the Bloodfang. The Bloodfang were previously the very feral Worgen that had rampaged through Gilneas, but now, they sought to help in the war effort to aid their former home. The Bloodfang quickly became a place of refuge for Randolph, and he took on the Worgen curse willingly. His Human form reminded him of his weakness, and his failure to save his brother James. He would never allow himself to form back into it again.

After the evacuation of Gilneas the Bloodfang worked closely with the Alliance and the SI:7, as did Randolph. He carried out assassination missions of any lingering Forsaken troops on old Gilnean lands, but in his free time, he spent his days wandering aimlessly for a drink to drown his troubles in or a random person to lose sleep with. He was a lost man. He didn't have his brother, nor his city. But there *was* one person left whom he could find again.

When scouting through the city on Bloodfang missions, Randolph began to discover tattered "WANTED" posters left by Greyguards who served these temporary, almost mocking imitations of Gilneas's monarchy. The posters depicted a Worgen he didn't recognize, with eyes like glaring scarlet and a scowl of a woman beaten by the world itself. But the name he *did* recognize.

Raymond Charlton.

And so, he began to look for her. Asking people around if they'd seen her, or anyone like her. Eventually he broke through, and discovered the Shadows of the Faithful. The Shadows of the Faithful (or SotF for short) were a group of people Raymond had dubbed a family, meant for protection and companionship for one another. Randolph was welcome to join, however Raymond made it *very* clear that if he were to harm anyone out of a result of his snide demeanor and violent wall he'd put up around himself, she would not tolerate any endangerment to her family. So, he played nice.

...Which was easy, actually, considering how pleasant the majority of them were. Randolph had not experienced a group this oriented around their love for one another. The Bloodfang were a loyal and close-knit pack, sure, but everyone was under the understanding they were there out of necessity. SotF was meant for company, and for friendship. Some had even become romantic partners as a result of this group. Randolph thought it was ridiculous. How could these people allow themselves to be that vulnerable? He could never let himself get to that point.

...Is what every dumbass says right before they fall in love, of course. Randolph had run into a particular druid at Whitegrove (not Ray lol)--quite literally, they actually bumped into one another--who appeared to be carrying things as if they were moving in. That's what usually happened when someone befriended the Faithful and had nowhere else to go. Ray was.. a hospitable leader. Anyway, this druid was a fellow Worgen named Tree, who had previously lived in Gilneas but moved to Duskwood to live out their teens with their parents and little sister, Kristin. Tree immediately caught Randolph's eye, to the point Randolph couldn't deny his own feelings to himself for long however still panicked over it. On top of that, Tree was a former Twilight's Hammer cultist, who had joined the group many years ago as a result of their abusive ex, Shadryssa. Shadryssa was sacrificed in the end and Tree was forced to defend a keep from adventurers, who knocked them unconscious and, as a result, they reverted to a feral Worgen. Tree was brought back to their own consciousness by a druid of the Faithful (Sinclair Grimm) and had pledged themselves to them after their kindness towards Tree on top of that. So, Tree and Randolph began to talk more often, however it might've been easier if Shadryssa's spirit didn't show up and decide to fuck up everything. She caused chaos in the Faithful, kidnapping Tree and almost forcing Hanethrick to kill Faye and taking control of Saltirrion and Frost--it was a whole mess. But Randolph knew one thing; no one would take someone so near and dear to him from this world ever again like they did with James. Not on *his* watch. He joined the Faithful in their fight against Shadryssa and they were successful, and after Tree finally snapped in order to save Randolph from certain death, Randolph decided there was only one thing left to do.

He decided it was time to be.. vulnerable. He shifted down into his Human form for the first time since he got the Worgen curse and spoke to Tree alone. It was panic-inducing. It was terrifying. But in the end--and to his shock--Tree felt the same.

Randolph has declared himself loyal to the Faithful ever since. They took a chance on him, and he decided he owed them for that. He'd never express how much he valued them to their face--that'd be weird or something--but in his heart, he viewed them as another pack.. a far more special one. When Raymond gave her life to save the Faithful it utterly crushed him. He allowed himself to cry in front of the others, to be in his Human form, to hold onto a woman named Alwine he had formed an almost sibling connection with and bawl into her arms. It's a scary road for him, and losing Raymond was almost like losing James all over again.. but something tells him in his soul that it's all worth it. That there are things to keep fighting tooth and nail for.

And he intends to do just that.

[THOUGHTS] WOOOH this one's a little late but HEY I got it done within the 24 hour period that is known as *today* so fuck it lol. I personally love Randolph, he's an asshole and sucks at being a person but he's trying his best and changing as a character and I really like that. He's fun to rp and I actually do have some small plans for him, and I think Tree is a perfect fit for him. In general, he's a douchebag.. but he's *my* douchebag.

[ART] FUCK(ing up) the Forsaken Thirst Ship doodle! That comic y'all really liked Randolph's anti-rizz

#world of warcraft #wow oc #world of warcraft art #character story #tan's character insights

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