#unless he took her name which i absolutely could see. why would you ever not want to be called zigvolt.

[egophiliac]

redesigning my headcanon for Sebek's parents, based on important new information (SCALES)

(you can't see it but they're both wearing crocs)

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #they are truly the most inspiring love story of our generation #though i guess he's not dr. zigvolt since zigvolt is the clan name... #unless he took her name which i absolutely could see. why would you ever not want to be called zigvolt. #this does tie nicely in with my headcanon that sebek's siblings got more of the fae features than he did #and he has a Complex about it #i get the impression that sebek's siblings are much closer in age to each other and also have more of their dad's chill #so sebek is sort of the baby of the family and he's got a Complex about that too #i think a lot about the zigvolt family for characters who have never actually appeared #on the subject of actual canon though #i do actually really appreciate that both sebek and silver each had a little moment of reassuring each other #that this is 400 years ago and also incredibly unfortunate circumstances #and present-day reality lilia and baul love them very much #(i do think sebek is secretly baul's favorite grandkid) #it was just nice to see! especially from sebek! he is sometimes a very thoughtful boy and it's always nice to see that side of him #sebek trying SO hard to get baul to like him though 😭 #and lilia being like 'aw i think you're getting kind of fond of him :)' #i love. Characters.

[catboygretzky]

i have not read the silm but people always use it to go GLADADRIELS HAIR TO GIMLI can u explain

I wish i could do this without explaining so much of the silmarillion but i refuse to explain the entirety of the silmarillion

the first thing you have to know is that there's an elf called fëanor who was the most important elf of the early first age. he was a big deal. super smart, super talented, and he knew it. absolute cunt of a dude. was he an anti hero? was he simply a villain? idk at the end of the day he was a kinslayer of a cunt that committed atrocious war crimes. but he was smart and talented! (he created the silmarils which - well. as you may be able to guess are also a big deal)

super interesting character though. a 🔥 character, one may say.

so just. keep in mind that fëanor was super great at doing elf things (not so great at being a dad or just. having morals that weren't ambition and arrogance) and he was also galadriel's uncle.

now fëanor was obsessed i mean obsessed with galadriel's hair - literally everyone was.

Even among the Eldar [Galadriel] was accounted beautiful, and her hair was held a marvel unmatched. It was golden like the hair of her father and of her foremother Indis, but richer and more radiant, for its gold was touched by some memory of the starlike silver of her mother; and the Eldar said that the light of the Two Trees, Laurelin and Telperion, had been snared in her tresses. Many thought that this saying first gave to Fëanor the thought of imprisoning and blending the light of the Trees that later took shape in his hands as the Silmarils.

so yeah - pretty impressive hair on a pretty impressive elf. impressive enough to inspire the silmarils creation? maybe.

(everyone was obsessed, but fëanor was obsessed obsessed, there's this whole thing with him and light. see: silmarils, which literally captured the light of the Two Trees of Valinor and quite possibly were inspired by galadriel herself)

NOW fëanor begged for an entire lock of hair, and expected her to agree, three times. galadriel denied fëanor all three times.

to bring gimli back in - if you remember, gimli says his only desire is a single strand of her hair, not expecting to receive it but hey, she asked for what i desire most so!

by this point you may be able to sumise why it's a big deal without me telling you BUT

when galadriel tells him to name his desire and what she should give him, gimli says this

"There is nothing, Lady Galadriel," said Gimli, bowing low and stammering. "Nothing, unless it might be - unless it is permitted to ask, nay, to name a single strand of your hair, which surpasses the gold of the earth as the stars surpass the gems of the mine. I do not ask for such a gift. But you commanded me to name my desire."

"i do not ask for such a gift, but you commanded me to name my desire" whereas fëanor begged - gimli didn't even ask it of her, just answered her question about his desires.

but to everyone else this was a Big Deal

The Elves stirred and murmured with astonishment, and Celeborn gazed at the Dwarf in wonder, but the Lady smiled. "It is said that the skill of the Dwarves is in their hands rather than in their tongues," she said; "yet that is not true of Gimli. For none have ever made to me a request so bold and yet so courteous. And how shall I refuse, since I commanded him to speak? But tell me, what would you do with such a gift?" "Treasure it, Lady," he answered, "in memory of your words to me at our first meeting. And if ever I return to the smithies of my home, it shall be set in imperishable crystal to be an heirloom of my house, and a pledge of good will between the Mountain and the Wood until the end of days."

the elves went UM WHAT THE FUCK but galadriel just smiled because yeah, it was bold of him to ask, but he expected nothing and the only thing he would use it for would be to fix the (shitty) relationship between dwarves and elves.

so this look? when gimli tells legolas she gave him three hairs?

i'm sure inside he's thinking "holy shit holy shit holy shit", but it's definitely a turning point in their friendship. because well, if galadriel deems him worthy...

and when gimli said the only thing he'd use it for was to fix the relationship between elves and dwarves? HE DID.

and then galadriel let legolas bring gimli into elf heaven.

i'm sure others can say this much more eloquently, but tl;dr: galadriel said 'fuck you fëanor, go gimli go'

#this was long i'm so sorry #gimli #galadriel #the lord of the rings #fëanor #the silmarillion #tolkien #legolas #ask #lotr #gigloras #lord of the rings

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Dragon Goddess Mother 2

Tesla

-As soon as you told Nikola that you were pregnant, his mind broke, for at least an hour, he couldn’t comprehend what you had said, pointing at your belly with wide eyes.

-His shock was amusing but as soon as he was able to form words again, he was elated, sweeping you into his arms, twirling you around with such glee that you couldn’t help but smile.

-He was with you every step of the way through your pregnancy, which started out rough, your morning sickness had been brutal, but once past that, besides not being able to stand up on your own, it was smooth sailing.

-You were both stunned that you had twin boys, they both had your golden colored eyes but they looked exactly like Nikola, which made you pout for a few hours afterwards, which Nikola couldn’t do anything about, finding your anger amusing.

-They grew into spitting images of their father and Nikola was overjoyed to teach them both about anything and everything he could and the soaked it up like sponges.

-By the age of five, you had three geniuses running around your home.

-The twins learned that they could get away with a lot since they looked so similar, getting double treats from the servants or their father, but the one person they couldn’t fool was you.

-You were the only one that could ever tell them apart, something they couldn’t understand, which lead to them observing you like two little hawks.

-Your boys were in awe when you changed into your dragon form when Kand came, demanding you back, and you very quickly put him in his place, amazing your boys that you were so powerful.

-When you had to attend a meeting with your parents with the other constellations, your boys saw that as an excuse to get up to some mischief, causing their father to panic as he couldn’t find them, tearing the whole house apart looking for his boys.

-Nikola sighed, hands on his hips before he spoke out loudly, “I didn’t want to do this boys, but you leave me no choice! I must call your mother to ask for her help to find you two!”

-He turned and grinned, seeing his sons holding hands, right in front of him, beaming up at him.

-He grabbed them both, one under each arm and took them to the kitchen for some snacks, and after a bit of begging, told them stories about you, before the two of you were married, in exchange for not calling you, which made him laugh.

Poseidon

-The sense of pride that filled him when you told him that you were pregnant with twins made him immediately go to Hades, who later sent you pictures of Poseidon on the ground, covering his face while kicking his feet, absolutely elated. You did not tell him of these photos, keeping them hidden safely away.

-You had gained popularity all around Valhalla during your pregnancy, you looked so radiant, even when Poseidon had to walk with you, as your belly was so heavy you were unbalanced, you were stunning.

-You had mild morning sickness and your cravings weren’t too crazy, except when you woke up at two in the morning in tears wanting watermelon.

-Hades became admired as well, being by your side the whole time, even if he had you in his office or on his throne with him while he worked, he was never far from you as he trusted nobody, except maybe Hades, with your safety.

-He was insanely jealous during your pregnancy, like a starving dog guarding his bone, he hated it when others got close to you, unless if it was your family or Hades, whom you both agreed to name as the godfather.

-Your twins looked exactly like their father, even down to his stoic face, except their eyes were like yours, bright and golden, a perfect blend.

-Your children grew up with so much love, if your sons wanted to spend time with their father, they were sitting on his lap on his throne with him as he oversaw his court, if they wanted to play, he would abandon his paperwork for them and always read to them at night.

-Your sons developed odd personalities as they grew older, and you soon found out why, Zeus was constantly coming around, encouraging them to get up to mischief, but the crossing line was when he accidentally taught them the word ‘fuck’ and they came to you to ask you what it meant.

-Your boys learned that day that, when angry, you were way scarier than their papa, something they told Poseidon and he had to agree.

-Poseidon sent you off to take a break, to go and see your mother, after several days of hard work around his kingdom, which you appreciated, pecking each of your boys on the cheek before heading off.

-As soon as you were gone, your boys were gone, running through the palace which made Poseidon roll his eyes before he went after them, finding them in the kitchen raiding it for snacks.

-After corralling them, holding them both under his arms like sacks of potatoes, he returned to his office with them, dropping them on the couch with their snacks which they tore into.

-When you returned you were nearly ran down by your twins who hugged you, speaking in unison, “‘Mama! We want a baby!’”

-You froze, looking at them before you smiled softly, taking their hands and they pulled you towards yours and Poseidon’s bedroom, “What brought all this on?”

-They beamed as you walked in and Poseidon had a sheepish look on his face before he spoke, “I showed them photos of when you were pregnant, and I had to explain that they were in your belly. Now they want to see it for themselves.”

-You giggled softly before you tapped your twins on the nose, “A baby takes many months to grow my loves, perhaps we shall see how soon we can get you a younger sibling.”

-Your twins cheered and you herded them to their room, putting them to bed before you returned to Poseidon, who had cleaned up your shared bed of the photos.

-You leaned on the doorway, a small smile on your lips, “I’m not opposed to it, my love, are you up for another child?”

-His eyes were starry glints when his head snapped to you and you couldn’t help but grin, approaching the bed to get started.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror tesla

[an-inspired-eternity]

👀

ok full transparency this is infact. an au i still really want to write. but you know how it is the 2020s urge to just have no joy or motivation to make creative fan products

ANYWAY my wxs* focused fantasy au!! i have a couple rp blogs for it but that's the closest i get to making content for it rn..

*other characters involved but wxs has the most developed and involved

ANYWAY let me go sicko mode under the cut hehe. taking a bit from my rui blog bc i dont wanna retype all dat

worldbuilding

there is a big magical forest at the center of the region, it's considered dangerous and somewhat risky to travel through, as the inhabitants (which are primarily either magic users/"witches" or other inhuman beings. but there's also some standard like. fantasy jrpg monsters yk how it is) consider it their safe home and may not take kindly to outsiders or anyone trying to harm the forest.

magic users have varying reputations in the kingdoms outside of the forest, some don't mind and maybe even are welcoming towards them, others frown upon it but ultimately don't care, but some might even consider it taboo or forbidden to dabble in. it's for this reason that magic users born in the kingdoms may ultimately leave their homes to live in the safety of the forest instead

virtual singers (theyre the only ones to come up in story, but not the only ones) are among many of the guardians of the region, originating from the forest.

miku is basically the god of the world (likely under another name- or the goddess's name is known only as hatsune but not miku), but can't physically interfere in her primary state (think the law of cycles from pmmm), and so sends "fragments" of herself (sekai mikus) to help people and in the case of this au its the prsk characters

wxs :)

the otori family are the rulers of one of the kingdoms (the kingdoms do not have names. do not look at me), rakunosuke, the original king of the otori kingdom before emu's father kounosuke took over, was a lot more of open to magic users and other fantastical beings, and taught his son and grandchildren accordingly. when he passed, however, kounosuke and his elder sons would teach the younger children to be more fearful and wary- that not every being they'd encounter would be friendly

tsukasa & saki grew up in a small town with their parents, but fell on unexpected hard times, this resulted in them having to leave the town and it's inhabitants behind, the two ended up on their own, later joined by a semi amnesiac toya, where they were later adopted and raised by the otoris, being raised as royalty accordingly. (tsukasa trained to be a knight however, and toya felt very strongly about not wanting to be a heir unless absolutely necessary, resolving to use his smarts to tutor the other kids)

hinata helps emu and saki do their hair btw they r the sisters ever

rui is a natutal born magic user who grew up in a town that was not quite favorable to them- atleast not to magic users who don't restrain themselvesm rui wanted to experiment with his magic to see what he could do- all for the sake of helping people- be it healing, or doing visual tricks to make others smile, but the other villagers were afraid and/or distrusting of him. fearful of the villagers turning that hatred towards his parents, rui fled the village one night without telling his parents (at best leaving a note explaining why he left) to go stay in the forest.

nene is a friend of rui's- a mermaid from said forest, rui would visit when he was younger, coming to see her at the lake she stayed at. there, alongside their third companion (mizuki), the kids would discuss all sorts of things- magic, nature, society, the world.. nene doesn't know much of the world outside the forest, but wants to see the ocean someday.

tsukasa went out on a patrol to scout the areas of the region a bit further out from where the kingdom was situated- it's there he comes across rui and his "familiars" (kaito and wxs!miku) and the story begins! but tsukasa's big adventure also inspires emu to go on one of her own and play catch up ✨️

#answers #project sekai #wonderlands x showtime #prsk fantasy au #OK I THINK THATS A DECENT AMNT... ITS ALMOST 1 AM WHAT IS BRO YAPPING ABT

[fangirlies]

Introducing Xavier to your family

*head-cannon*

Small authors note: Besties! I’ve missed you all so much. The continued support and love for my writings don’t go unnoticed and I’m insanely thankful for it all. Kisses to you all!

Although Xavier didn't show it, you could see he was nervous to meet your family. Finally, winter break had arrived, and he had no intention of returning to his empty house; you were his home now,so where ever you were-he’s there beside you.

“Black tie or the red one? Red right? Because, well, it’s Christmas. Unless you think it’s too much. It’s too much, right?” He was acting so ridiculously, and you chuckled at how out of character it was for him.

“Why are you laughing at me? This is no laughing matter. I want to leave a good impression” an anxious expression spreading across your lovers face.

“Yes because my parents will absolutely despise you because you decided to go with a red tie, Xay.” You joked leaving a kiss on his nose and pairing his button-down shirt with a red tie.

His leg continued to bounce the entire distance to your family's home. When you put your hand on his bouncing leg to soothe his nerves, he looked at you and smiled slightly.

The "only five minutes" visit to your neighborhood flower shop took twenty minutes. Xavier was having trouble deciding which bouquet to get your mother. "Babe, how do you not know what flowers she likes despite spending your entire life with her? Roses? Tulips? the Orchid?” He was clearly getting angry with your urge to chuckle when he said, "You're no help.” It was amusing to see how serious he was taking this.

After settling for a beautiful purple Orchid, you left the shop. He cared a lot about making a good impression, which was endearing.

You will never forget the final second before arriving at your door. He was fidgeting with his tie and running his fingers through his long brown hair. His uneven breathing was obvious. In an effort to avoid making him more anxious, you refrained from laughing.

“Your parents' names are y/m/n and y/d/n, and you have two older siblings named y/s/n and y/s/n.” He was amazed at his memory for all of their names, which seemed to come naturally to him despite having practiced them for days. When his eyes caught yours, he was puzzled by the look on your face. “What? What do I have on my face?”

“Nothing. I just love you so much. Did you realize that?” You spoke to him while caressing his cheek. He wasn't as stiff anymore, so you could tell that your remarks had made him more relaxed. He grinned at you before kissing you on the lips.

Your family undoubtedly answered the door within a few minutes of you ringing the doorbell. The two of you coming here for Christmas made them truly happy.

“Orchids! My favorite flowers!” Your mother gave him a hug and said, "Thank you so much Xavier. I love it” As your family welcomed him, you could see Xavier's nerves starting to fade. They would adore him almost as much as you did, you knew.

“Excellent red tie, Xavier. Ya know, I've been hunting for one myself," your father said, gesturing at the tie that belonged to your lover- the one which he had expressed such concern. Xavier glanced across at you while his cheeks displayed a pink hue. Knowing that you would already be wearing a "I told you so" smirk.

Your family and your lover wouldn't stop talking the rest of the night. attempting to embarrass you in any way possible. bringing up that one talent show in which you participated in. showing Xavier your baby pictures. reminiscing about your crazy One Direction fan girl days. Embarrassing? Yes. Heart-warming? Also, yes

As it became late, you thanked your parents for the dinner and gathered your coat before heading out. Hugging each one of your family members.

“Mr. and Mrs. y/l/n, I appreciate you having me over. Since I don't come from a large family, I want to say thank you for letting me spend one night as a part of yours.” Your eyes started to well up with tears as soon as you heard your boyfriend say those words. Your parents said goodbye while giving him a tight hug.

“Please continue taking care of our daughter” your father shouted across your driveway.

“Always will” Xavier replied looking at you cheekily.

Xavier was asking a million questions about your family on the trip back to Nevermore. gaining a deeper understanding of things. Both of you laughed as you recalled the secrets that your siblings had revealed about you when you were younger.

“Baby, thank you for inviting me over. . .really. I don’t remember the last Christmas I spent with my dad. It really felt like Christmas this year with your lovely family and by your side, of course.”

“Aw Xay, you seriously need to stop saying thank you. You’re a part of my family now. I love you, do you know that?” You couldn’t help but wonder how you got so lucky.

“I do, you never make me forget. Do you know that I love you?” He gave you a small giggle as his hand gave your thigh a playful squeeze.

Christmas this year was quite memorable beside your boyfriend.

A.N: fluff. More fluff. And again, more fluff. I’ve been m.i.a for a few days, fan girlies. Christmas time & now New Years is busy and I’ve been enjoying every second. I’m also leaving town for NYE so add packing to it all. Anyways, I hope you all had a great Christmas!!

I’d do anything to spend my favorite time of the year with Thorpe boy. Unfortunately he was not under my tree this year so we’ll try next time.

As always— requests are always open! Share your thoughts! Talk to me! Get something off your mind!✨

#wednesday #wednesday netflix #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier thrope imagine #imagine #fangirlieswriting #percy hynes white #xavier thorpe headcannons #head canon

[wisteriasymphony]

MLB Death Note -esque AU / Scarlet Messenger AU drabble

It was Night 3 of having Adrien Arsenault handcuffed to her, and this time around the deal was that it would be at Maryam's own apartment. There were juvenile fears cropping up here and there of what exactly her parents were assuming Maryam was doing sleeping directly beside an attractive boy her age who she claimed to be 'dating'... But it was in the pursuit of justice towards her people, so such things didn't truly matter. All of this closeness was simply to throw Adrien off her trail. No feelings but justice.

Maryam was awoken by the faint sound of paws tapping at her window. Assuming it was either her Guardian or that she was just hallucinating from sleeplessness, Maryam ignored it. ...Until the window opened on its own, that is.

"Woof," a familiar voice spoke. "What a dump this place is."

Maryam sat up, the handcuff rubbing up against her wrist. On her windowsill was a pitch-black cat, who seemed apprehensive to actually set foot into the room. It took an embarrassing second for her to figure out just who the cat truly was.

"Eveningstar."

"Right you are!" the cat laughed. "Just wanted to check on my darling little lady~"

On a false instinct, Maryam tugged at her handcuffs to try and pull Adrien awake. ...Only for there to be no resistance. His shackle was unoccupied.

"Hah!' she shouted, albeit perhaps a bit too soon. "My suspicions were right! You are Adrien Arsenault after all!"

The cat fought back the smallest reaction of shock—a pause so small, in fact, that the hand of a clock wouldn't even move the width of a hair before its conclusion.

"Who?" the cat asked. Maryam's eye twitched: That was the most idiotic possible response she could've ever gotten out of Eveningstar. Infuriating, even, since it was so belligerently stupid that it seemed to actively disprove her theory. Adrien Arsenault was by all means a scholar and an absolute nerd, and would've undoubtedly said something closer to "I have no such recollections of a man by that name" before he said something as fucking moronic as "Who?".

"Oh!' the cat added, its small dark face contorted in imbecilic smugness. "The guy I just kidnapped. Your boyfriend."

"He is not my boyfriend."

The cat feigned a dramatic gasp. "Oh, little lady!" it sighed, as if what had just escaped Maryam's lips was a cuss of the highest vulgarity, "And to think he is so infatuated with you. You were all he could talk about, my darling. 'My dearest Maryam' this, 'My lovely Maryam' that." The Eveningstar chuckled self-contentedly. "He thinks your eyes are the most beautiful in the world, you know."

That last part was definitely a lie just to try and make her flustered. Even so, Maryam nearly reached a hand for her pendant, thinking that she should at the very least check to make sure Adrien was okay—

But that would just prove she was Scarlet Messenger. She'd fucking gone three days handcuffed to the opposite sex just to give it all up here? Just on the off chance that The Eveningstar of all people was telling the truth?

"That's nice and all," she said. "But I don't see why you think I can do anything about it."

"I have reason to believe you can."

"....Right," she said. Maryam grabbed her phone off her nightstand. "I can always call the police."

All of Eveningstar's fur stuck up on its end. "Woah woah woah woah, little lady! That's- I find that highly uneccesary—"

"Why is it?" she asked, bringing the phone up to her face. She had dialed in Adrien's number, not like Eveningstar would be able to tell. Unless he could, in which case that would only be more evidence to prove her theory. "Kidnapping is a crime, isn't it?"

The black cat huffed indignantly.

"Hang up and he'll be back by the morning. ...No torture, no nothing."

Maryam lowered the phone from her ear. "...Is that a deal, chaton?"

Eveningstar scoffed at being called such a name, but eventually replied with "It's a deal, little lady."

So Maryam hung up. Overall, the interaction had done absolutely nothing in prove anything in either particular way, which she somewhat considered a waste. ...However, she had held her ground. And if Maryam Zheng-Desrosiers could at least do that... then she'd prove her case in no time at all.

#cat eveningstar 100% has the voice of that cat from the ghost stories dub btw #scarlet messenger au #ladynoir #mlb ladynoir #mlb love square #mlb marichat #marichat #marinette cheng #miraculous marinette #marinette dupain cheng #mlb marinette #marinette dupen chang #adrien agreste #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #death note au ? #am I allowed to call it that? #adrien x marinette #adrienette #miraculous adrien #mlb adrien #marinette #miraculous fandom #mlb fanfiction #mlb fanfic #miraculous fanfic #mlb au #miraculous lb #mlb

[imagine-silk]

Hi it's me again! I absolutely ADORED the way you wrote for my past ask and so here I am with another one! Could I request the FO4 companions with a Werewolf!SS (lycanthrope)? They're permanently in said lycanthrope form and many people are freaked out by them. In actuality they're very friendly and would prefer to avoid conflict. But should the need arise, they can easily tear something apart (much like a deathclaw). Sorry if this is long but tysvm if you do fulfill it 🤗

This took embarrassingly long to make, but it did make it in October! Happy Spoopy Season! But for real I am so sorry it took so long (TTMTT)

BASICS

You transformed when you exited the vault, almost like the air triggered it.

Most people don’t shoot you on sight because they’re just so terrified, which gives you the chance to talk and show you are no threat

After a while of doing quests for everyone around the Commonwealth they don’t really react in fear anymore unless they don’t hear you coming

The people of the Commonwealth unanimously agree to defend you against people who would do you harm because they know how much you dislike conflicts. Hell, they intervene when a merchant is trying to scam you.

Kids love you. To them you’re a form of controlled danger, like a roller coaster.

Raiders have the mixed reaction that boils down to shooting on sight or running away.

CAIT

When she met you she was so high she didn’t react to you being what you were. Tommy also keeps his composure but that was to hide the fact he’s shitting his pants. And when the high wears off she doesn’t know how to react so she’ll very scarcely refer to it. Only off-hand will she ever really say anything about it. “You hairy shite! You should’ve ripped him a new one. What’s the point of claws if you’re not gonna use ‘em?”

Your friendly nature is a lot more off putting than your snout. She was never really afforded kindness so to her this is all strange so her. But it did ease her into it considering you are a literal monster, it makes you so foreign it’s more digestible. Like a unicorn.

She doesn’t have that healthy fear of the supernatural that the Celtic usually do, so you won’t have her tell you about that folklore. Probably for the best, she most likely would’ve killed you if that were the case.

CODSWORTH

Recognizes you as soon as he sees you and sees no real issue with your transformation, because he's known since he met you before the war. You’ll have to explain why it’s dangerous to walk around in this form otherwise he’ll not really address it.

Tries to pamper you as much as he can. From his understanding the only times you transformed at home was when you were under a lot of stress, like when Shaun had an allergic reaction to the detergent and his chest was red, so he tries to soothe you in hopes to relieve tension. Every night he takes a brush to you and gently takes out all the knots he can find. He cooks all your meals and when you leave without him he packs you lunch. Makes sure no one disturbs you while you are in the house, it is your safe haven. And he knows the importance of you getting exercise so he asks you to fetch the water he uses for chores.

If someone says something rude about your supernatural form he will tell them off. How rude of them! Who are they to say you are lesser? You are perfect! The very model of a proper gentleman! No one in the commonwealth can compare! Good day to you!

CURIE

She will run tests on you, that’s just a fact. If you have any sort of healing factor she will experiment with it to make new cures. In the name of science she will need a blood, hair, skin, and nail sample (more invasive test pending).

Your dog face has no real effect on her one way or another socially. She simply talks to you, nothing new there. If someone mentions it she will ask why it matters and most of the time that person will back off.

You two are an odd pair to see in the wild. A traveling Miss Nanny medic and a standing yao guai who both will do anything to not fight but wreak face when they do. And let me tell you, when she becomes a synth you two are still confusing. This giant hulking beast with a petite woman with a pixie cut and a french accent. Strange.

DANSE

It is by the grace of god that he did not shoot you, or in this case gun smoke. After the meeting fight he goes over talking to you, as the fog clears and is not prepared to see the world’s hairiest deathclaw.

He will punch you a few times when you show up out of nowhere and god forbid if you try to scare him intentionally. Contrary to popular belief he’s not that trigger happy to accidentally shoot you, however if you scare him before he’s used to you it won’t be accidental.

Not going to lie, he will not trust you fully until he’s depresso espresso after blind betrayal. His whole world view banked on preserving humanity, so when his humanity was questioned and found wanting it made him question it for the first time. And when you are there for him he wonders why; Why did you help him even when he was more than rude to you? Why did you smile after avoiding a fight with someone asking for one? Why were you upset when you couldn’t avoid it? Why did you save him? Why did he never consider you a person before?

DEACON

Because you transformed immediately after you left the vault he saw you change. It freaked him out and immediately thought you were going to be a huge problem. A person came out of a vault that has never opened ever and they turned into a werewolf! But he calmed down when he realized you couldn’t transform back and forth. No surprises.

When you finally meet he doesn’t react to you and you find that very very strange but you appreciate it nonetheless. Of course he doesn’t tell you he already knows you’re friendly and nonviolent and you become fast friends. 

He even makes plans of attack; Sick ‘em = where he pretends to be a merchant and threatens them with his vicious mandog, Get help = pretends to be seeking refuge running away from a monster, or his personal favorite Follow me = You lead them with your voice and then show yourself when they can’t run back. All of them focus on scaring them away.

Unlike Cait he knows all the folklore but he just jokingly throws sticks and says fetch. If you do chase it he does it every now and again when you are just traveling. If you don’t find it amusing he nervously laughs and never does it again.

DOGMEAT

woof

HANCOCK

Without him Good Neighbor would have killed you. Daisy and KLEO alone had their guns out the second you walked through the doors and best believe Finn didn’t offer you protection. But when he heard you say hello he still tried to scare you. But to everyone’s surprise you didn’t attack him, Hancock dealt with him. RIP dumbass. He calmed down all the watching bystanders and turned to address you smiling with blood on his face.

If you have a problem with his willingness to kill he will offer to join in your pacifism, as long as you are able to avoid it. Like, you would have to be cornered and even then he would deal with it for you. It’s a real Spiderman and Deadpool situation.

Checks in with you to see if you're doing okay. He treats you no differently just because you’re a bit hairier than everyone else. People treat him differently because of his lack of hair so as long as you have empathy he has no problem with you.

MACCREADY

He actually laughed when he first met you. Not because he thinks you’re funny but because he’s terrified and doesn’t know how to express it. It boils down to a nervous chuckle when you ask if he’s for hire because now he’s not only terrified, he’s confused. You want him to protect you? That sounds inaccurate no matter how good of a shot he thinks he is.

Is very good company for you. Don’t like fighting? He doesn’t like close quarter fighting so it’s never an option to go in guns blazing. He’ll pick them off from a safe distance because let’s be real, raiders don’t specialize in snipers and gunners only shoot when there is money to be made. You can even have a casual talk with him while he does it.

Your hairy disposition becomes endearing after a while. Like, “Yeah, that’s my best friend. They’re almost seven feet tall.” “You know they hate fighting right? Yeah, they can’t stand it.” “Aye aye! Be careful! You’re not invincible.” The way he talks about you varies from helpfully informing to bragging. If you romance him he says things like, “Aren’t they cute?” or “How did I get so lucky?” and those around him just kinda shrug.

NICK

Is surprisingly unfazed by your appearance. He just looks up at you and goes, “Well that’s new.” He’ll laugh and say something about the hero being the monster. If you're put off by that comment he’ll apologize, to him it was just a comical fairy tale stereotype and not a hill to die on.

Has also been called a monster so anytime you feel conflicted he’ll give you a little pep-talk. He’ll bring up the fact that you save people regularly and go out of your way to avoid conflict, he doesn’t believe a monster would do that.

Did at one point save you from a mob single-handedly. You know how he knows everyone, well he talks down several people in the crowd. Even throws in, “I’m not human. What makes me different?” Very risky but it disperse the crowd.

PIPER

Somehow more invasive than Curie. Because instead of her research being for science it's for a newspaper. You did it because she is very persistent and you don't like fighting. Even if some of the interview is flattering it's still a little uncomfortable.

But she's very tricky and as mush as she gets into situations she gets herself out of them. She is confrontational but only to the degree of revealing the truth.

McDonough gets excited when he sees you. To him you're tourist attraction. He'll offer you a house immediately and Piper snarks at him. But for real, you can make deals with him. Like agreeing to live there or greet people or even having some sort of shop. Piper is conflicted about it though. On one hand she hates him but on the other you can be a spy or something.

PRESTON

Not gonna lie, when you went to help him he didn't call out to you. He hid, terrified he got this far only to get everyone killed, even more scared he would survive. Barred the door and only opened it when a stranger asked if they were okay and that they took care of the raiders. As relieved as he was he opened the door and was greeted by you.

Because you immediately and continuously help him and his wards he very quickly gets used to you and your uncommon figure. It's an added bonus that you detest violence. Makes it easier to trust you, but harder to assign you to get rid of raiders.

With your kind nature he feels stronger, more dependable. And because your less confrontational he steps up as general. Being with the Minutemen works for you. They're a hand-holding militia not a brute military so killing is not the main priority.

X6-88

What a fascinating person you are, scientifically and in identity. Scientifically you are a human who transforms into a bi-pedal wolf and due to unknown circumstance cannot turn back. But also you personally have the capacity to cause so much damage and yet you refuse to.

He has no issue killing for you just as much as he has no real issue using non-lethal force. Sometimes he does think it's stupid but it's not him decision to make. Besides, the institute is more than capable of make tear gas and things of that likeness.

If some scientist pressures you into experiments he will find out and supervise it. Most of the scientist are afraid of him so they'll either drop it or conduct low-stake tests. If the scientist is invasive and holds neither of you in regard he will remove you from the situation. If the scientist protest he will use force.

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[reolf]

Mysterious

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Hi @abovethemists, It's me, Santa!

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“rain, heartache, marriage of convenience”

– Heavy rain was pounding against the window of the carriage. Belle could hardly see anything of the landscape they passed. They were on the way to a ball. It was her 7th season and she was already considered a spinster. Her father absolutely hated it. He wanted her married and soon. Especially now they had financial problems. Belle couldn’t really say why she had stayed unmarried for so long. Was it her mother’s early death? Her absence making it difficult for Belle to navigate the balls and other social gatherings of the ton? Was it her father being an awful matchmaker, only introducing her to boring and dull men? Or perhaps it was just herself who was the problem? Maybe she was the odd one, as she loved to read countless books. It wouldn’t be the first time if she sneaked away during a ball to the library. It wasn’t ladylike, but Belle couldn’t help herself sometimes. – This ball, it seemed difficult to sneak away to the library. They were at the home of The Duke and Duchess of Misthaven. Lord David and his wife Mary Margaret were perfect hosts, but they were highly honored among society. Her father wished they had the social standing among the ton as they did. Her father was only a baron. Their family’s history has been shrouded by the multiple feudal lords waging wars they couldn’t win. It seemed Belle couldn’t win either.

While her father conversed with other Lords, Belle was stationed next to the dance floor. Her dance card remained relatively empty until she caught the eye of a broad shouldered man. He was tall and had dark hair. She felt his eyes on her during the third dance of the evening and by the fourth he had approached her already.

“I don’t think I have ever seen you before. What is your name?”

Belle introduced herself. He smiled and took her hand, kissing her glove. “ My name is Gaston, Lord of LeGume. Can I have this dance?”

As Belle couldn’t see a reason why not, she let him lead her to the dancefloor for the next round of country dance.

His presence was overwhelming. He grabbed her hands, hurting her more really. She also found he was terribly arrogant as he talked about himself and his lavish hunting parties. He insulted other ladies as they passed by. “That dress is ugly compared to her necklace. She is rather idiotic looking. Unless you, my Belle, you are stunning.”

Belle found herself getting more bored by the minute. She hoped the party would soon be over and she could return to her books.

It was when Gaston went to get her a glass of lemonade, she could finally breathe again.

She wanted to turn around and get lost among the corridors of the estate, no matter the social cost. She wanted to do just that as she bumped against someone. Hastily apologizing, she looked up into a familiar face. It was Lord Gold, Earl of the Frontlands.

“It’s no matter,” he answered in his brogue voice. “ I wasn’t looking where I was going either.”

Lord Gold was a mysterious person among the ton. He rarely was at the social events, only if he could make deals with other people. If not making deals, he was standing alone in a corner, cane between his feet. He had long brown hair with gray strands in between, which was unconventional for the fashion. She had spoken to him a handful of times, between standing at the sidelines and being ignored by the other members of the ton.

He was a relatively quiet man and Belle didn’t know why he was so standoffish towards other people. He had obviously a past and Belle liked to know his story.

She saw an opportunity. When she saw Gaston returning, she laughed like she had heard a funny joke and looked Gold in the eye, hoping he would get along. “You are a man of wit, my Lord”

Gold, who had seen Gaston approaching, smiled at her. “If you say so, Miss Marchland.”

Gaston halted in his steps when he saw Gold, but seemed to refind his feet and approached them. “Excuse me, my Lord. But the Lady belongs to me.”

Gold faintly smiled. “ Oh, is that so? Well, I seem to remember another Lady at another ball where I heard you say that exact same thing. How did that end for you?”

Belle looked between the two men, confused what they were talking about.

It seemed to work for now. Gaston wished her a good evening and walked off. Belle smiled at Gold. “Thank you for that. He was terribly arrogant and intimidating.”

Gold stared into her eyes and nodded. “From what I have seen, I cannot disagree.” He looked at his pocket watch. “Well, I must be off. Give my regards to your father.”

And he walked away, leaning on his cane. – Gold rarely attended social gatherings. If he did, it was for good reason. Balls were tedious affairs, but visiting the Gentlemen’s Club was even more exhausting. Listening to men boasting about their lives was… interesting to get to know their weaknesses, but exhausting nonetheless.

Right now, he was sitting in a corner, listening to the arrogant Lord LeGume, Gaston. And he was boiling with anger.

“I will tell you this, gentlemen. She is the one, the lucky girl I am going to marry.”

“The Marchland’s Baron's daughter? Isn’t she the odd one?”

Gaston shrugged. “She is the most beautiful girl in town.”

“I know, but…”

Gaston slammed his fist on the table. “I know she is the best, and I only acquire the best.”

He sat back, slightly more relaxed. “Besides, her father is practically bankrupt. He is desperate to marry his daughter. Her title will make it easier for me to get up in the social ladder. Once I save her father from bankruptcy, I will take his place and bam my family’s name will be entering the nobility.”

Gold had heard enough. In no circumstances would he let Belle marry that oaf. She deserved a handsome man, yes, but she deserved someone wanting to be her partner, making sure she was happy, appreciating her sharp mind.

In all the years Gold had seen Belle at balls, he had never seen her with a real suitor. He knew she was beginning to be considered a spinster. Gaston was her first real chance of marriage.

Gold hated himself to do this but he had no choice. He was selfish. He wanted Belle safe.

That’s why he stepped into his carriage and made his way to the house of the Baron of Marchland. –

Belle didn’t know how her father had arranged it, but she was marrying. To Lord Duncan Gold, Earl of the Frontlands of all people! She could scarcely believe it.

It was a quiet affair: a priest in a small church, her father at her side, an exchange of vows and a small kiss on the lips.

She was a Countess now! Who had ever thought Odd Belle would be married to an Earl?

Her new husband was quiet on the way to his estate. He just looked outside the carriage window. When they arrived, Belle saw a gigantic mansion. It would seem the Earl of the Frontlands had a lot of money.

Gold helped her out of the carriage by offering his hand. A small boy came running down the front stairs.

“Papa! You are home!”

Gold smiled at the boy. Belle had never seen him smile like that before.

“Hello, Bae.”

The boy hugged his father. Gold nudged him to look at Belle. “Bae, may I introduce you to my wife, Lady Belle. Belle, this is my son, Baden Neal Gold.”

The boy looked at her with big brown eyes, the same colour as his father. He had black hair that was slightly curly. He seemed to be around the age of eight.

“Welcome to the Gold estate, my Lady.” Bae gave a small bow.

“Alright son, why don’t you give Lady Belle a tour of the house while I will see to her luggage being brought inside.”

Belle was slightly disappointed Gold wouldn’t be the one to lead her around, but the small boy before her was a good guide.

He showed her the drawing rooms, the dining room, the ballroom “which we never use but it’s here”, the studies, the gallery, the library (which Belle absolutely loved).

She could see herself living in this place. – Gold had made it clear to Belle they were only married in name and for financial reasons. Belle had stayed alone in her chambers on her wedding night. She knew it would be a marriage like that, but she couldn’t help being disappointed by his absence.

The days following their marriage she remained her only company. Bae was mostly occupied with his lessons with his governess. Belle took her meals alone, her walks alone in the gardens. If she encountered Gold in the corridors, he nodded briefly and hurried along. When she was in the library reading a book, he would enter, see her and walk out again.

He was avoiding her. Only, she had no idea why. – It was one winter evening when she entered the drawing room, she saw Bae play with a set of wooden soldiers in front of the fire. Gold was sitting in a chair, reading a book.

Upon seeing her, he went to sit up and close his book. Bae noticed, looking between his father and Belle.

“Papa, look at my general!”

Gold looked and nodded. “I see it, Bae.”

Belle saw an opportunity to enter the conversation.

“Can you introduce me to your soldiers, Bae? I haven’t played with soldiers ever before. Can I join?”

The boy happily showed her how to play and appointed her to be the captain of his troops while he was the general. From the corner of her eye, Belle saw how Gold was watching them. And for the first time since their wedding day, he didn’t run away. –

It was the first ball they were attending as a married couple. Belle was wearing a green dress with gold embroidered on the top. Gold was wearing a black suit with gold pin on his lapel. They matched.

It was the first time they would dance together, as was expected of the new Earl and Countess of the Frontlands.

When the dance floor cleared and a new song began, Gold took Belle’s gloved hand and brought her to the middle of the dance floor. His cane was still in his hand, but he had mentioned earlier he could still dance. Placing his hand on her waist, he started to lead the dance. Belle was careful with her steps, knowing how clumsy she was. She found they fell perfectly in sync with each other. She hardly had to take glances at her feet. The music faded away. Gold kept his gaze on her and Belle felt she could drown in those beautiful amber eyes.

When the music slowed and the dance stopped, Gold and her stood still, hands clasped together, their eyes not leaving. Belle felt her chest rise and fall as if she had run miles. His mouth was open and for the first time since her wedding day, she wanted to kiss him again. Her husband was handsome.

The clapping of people brought her back to the surface and she let go of Gold. He seemed to not know what to do with his hands. He opted to walk away, excusing himself to get her some champagne.

Belle nodded. She could use the refreshment.

She walked away to the side, off the dancefloor. She noticed how another person came to stand next to her.

“That was a beautiful dance, my Lady.” Belle looked up to see who was speaking. She did not recognize the woman. She had red hair and had blue eyes.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” She seemed vaguely familiar though.

“Oh my apologies, my name is Penelope. I am the wife of Colin Bridgerton.” She gestured to the corner with the food. “He loves a good snack in between dances.” She smiled at her husband who seemed to take an extra scone.

Belle suddenly understood. Viscount Bridgerton and his wife were the hosts of this party. Colin Bridgerton must be his brother.

“I remember us standing together once at the side of a ballroom a few years ago. Two wallflowers as they called us. And look at us now, both married. Who would have thought?”

Belle smiled, remembering the woman now. “Indeed, I certainly hadn’t seen it coming. But my father arranged it.”

Penelope cocked her head to the side. “You know, it is touching to see you and your husband so smitten with each other. The love was palpable from where everyone else was standing. You are a lucky woman.”

Belle didn’t know an answer to that. Her husband was smitten with her? Love?

Before she could open her mouth, Penelope was called by another lady.

Her husband soon joined her side again to give her the glass of champagne. Refreshments indeed. –

The weeks following the ball and the conversation with Penelope Bridgerton, Belle had noticed how Gold was more open towards her. He no longer avoided her during meals, now they took every meal together. He didn’t run away when they met in the corridor. He invited her in his study to look at his work. He even brought her tea when she was reading in the library. It was very sweet and Belle loved this small attendance. One day, she invited him to read with her. Soon they began talking about the books they were reading. Heavy discussions followed, each sharing their thoughts and opinions. Belle had never met a man who was interested in her thoughts like that. He really listened to her. And when she challenged him, it seemed like he came alive and brought more material to the table. It was wonderful.

And as his library was very large, the conversations never seemed to stop.

This afternoon he was reading from a book called Fairytales. He had opted for the story of Rumplestilskin. To make her laugh, he used silly voices and made extravagant hand gestures.

“And while you are my servant, you will skin the children I hunt.” Belle gasped, not realising the story would turn so dark and her hand that was holding her cup of tea let loose. The cup fell on the ground, spilling the tea over the carpet.

She looked in shock at her husband, while he looked almost sheepishly at her.

“That was a quip, that is not seriously on the page.” “Right,” Belle let out a sigh of relief. She looked down and realised the mess she had made. “Oh, I am so sorry,” she picked the cup up, “ it is chipped.” “It’s no matter. It’s only a cup.” Her husband set the book aside and stood up. “We can fix it.” –

Things only improved for their small family. Bae was home for the holidays and Belle loved nothing more than to sit with her husband and Bae in front of the fire reading stories. Mostly it was Gold who read, but sometimes both father and son looked at her with their big brown puppy eyes to convince her to read. She gladly did.

One evening, Bae was already gone to bed. But Belle wanted to read to her husband. So while going through the study of Gold to get the book for reading -she had left it earlier there in the day while Gold was working- she saw a letter lying on his desk.

Normally she wouldn’t look at his desk, but something about the handwriting caught her off guard. It was her father’s.

Her father had practically never let anything heard from himself after she had married Gold. So it surprised her to see a letter addressed to her husband instead of her.

She read it. And gasped.

Her father had practically sold her in turn for money to raise his standing in society. He was only letting Gold know how much money he still owned him for his daughter. It hurt to see her father write about her like that. Was she nothing more to him? A price for a suitor to be won so he could forget about her and go on about his life?

And her husband… she had known from day one she was only in this marriage for financial reasons, but still Gold had never mentioned anything about this. Was she really only a price in his eyes? She remembered how cold and distant he was in the beginning.

Confused and heartbroken, she went to sit on the settee. – Gold entered the study to see his wife distraught.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” It was the first time he used the endearment, but it slipped from his tongue.

Belle let out a sob. Suddenly, Gold saw the letter she was holding and understood.

Her father had been so cold the day he had gone to ask for Belle’s hand. He knew he was only accepted because he was an Earl. The Baron of Marchland was only too happy to accept it. But he had a price. A steep one. He had wanted everything Gold could offer him to give him the opportunity to further his social standing.

Gold knew he was being blackmailed. But he didn’t care. He realised Belle was surrounded by men who didn’t care about her at all.

He knew he was buying her and hated himself for it. He wanted to give Belle everything she deserved, but he couldn’t even do that. At least he could save her from her fate being married to Gaston. So he did pay the price.

Only, Maurice started to demand more and more money each month. It was exhausting and illegal. Gold knew that, but he was afraid and a coward. At first, he paid because he felt guilty for shackling Belle to be his wife. But lately since they had grown closer, he had realised just how much out of pocket the Baron was acting.

He was planning to put an end to it.

How to explain all of that to his wife? – Belle stared at her husband, her eyes full of tears.

“My father doesn’t care about me.” She sobbed.

“No, he doesn’t,” Gold answered. “I recognize the patterns with my own father now.” He went to sit next to her. “At first, I didn’t realise it, but it’s true.”

And he explained to her what her father had done. What he had done.

She didn’t know why everything surprised her so much. Except the story with Gaston. She had always known he was an oaf.

Gold looked at her and smiled. “I should have told you this sooner. I am sorry, Belle. It was never my intention to do this to you. I have grown to care for you so much and…,” he seemed to breathe in, “I love you. I want only to protect you.”

Belle stopped breathing. “You love me?”

He nodded. “I love you with every beat of my heart. You brought so much life into our home. With me, with Bae. I am so thankful for you, my Belle.”

Belle laughed. The tears still in her eyes, she went to hug her husband. “I love you too!”

She thought back to what Lady Penelope had said. “How is it that it took us this long to admit it to each other?”

Gold laughed. “I genuinely don’t know.” He looked serious suddenly. “May I kiss you, Belle?”

She nodded in her enthusiasm. “Yes, yes!”

And they sealed their lips again. Finally. – It was late in the night. The moonlight shone on their bed. She was finally truly married to Duncan Gold. They had shared their bodies for the first time. Belle hadn’t realised how much she had missed before. She loved being intimate with her husband. He had jokingly suggested they would only make use of one bedchamber together from now on. Still naked, they were cuddling in bed watching the windows. The curtains were still open.

It started snowing heavily.

Gold whispered in her ear. “Bae is going to love this.”

Belle laughed. “What? The snow or us being together?”

Gold kissed her ear. “ Both.”

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[volturiwolf]

Exiles - A Felix Volturi x vampire!fem!reader - part 4

Felix Volturi Tag List:

@xxx-wounded-angel-xxx @venusdelaroix @justsvtmxaddicted @iloveslasher @paisley-37 @heartrise

Felix’s POV

What was currently happening to us was absolutely embarrassing. We used to rule the vampire world by forcing our laws and power on others; we used to take everything we wanted by force; we used to exterminate whole clans and covens, and we were feared by everyone. 

And now, we were forced to negotiate with a coven we would have never guessed the true size and power of. The Greek coven Aro, Marcus, Caius, and their mates used to be a part of was considerably different from what Aro remembered when he sent us to deal with the vampire clans in Crete. The coven was much larger than ours, and we were not properly and appropriately prepared for what we had to face.

We were now forced to face Nettie’s coven as the 49 vampires in front of us demanded from the 25 of us - including Sulpicia and Athenadora - to surrender our power and authority to them. By threatening Aro to kill the 7 of us who survived the conflict between us and them, they managed to force him to make the trip to Greece, along with “every single Volturi vampire there is”, as they demanded. If Aro didn’t need us, I knew he wouldn’t have come.

The Greeks had the upper hand: not only they had managed to “disarm” and paralyze us, but they could also very much do the same thing to the others. There was no chance we could get out of this unless Aro finally agreed to their terms. The negotiations lasted for a few days in the course of which we were held in the coven’s prison cells.

It wouldn’t have been as bad - for me, at least - if all the vampires of the Greek coven were here. The now 49 vampires used to be 50, but that was not the case ever since that day on Crete. I couldn’t hear what exactly was happening because they had taken our hearing away, and I couldn’t really move and see around better because they had paralyzed us.

But, I could feel (Y/N)’s presence running away from me, and I was completely certain when they brought us back here, and I saw every single one from the mission, along with more vampires, but no (Y/N) around. (Y/N). Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman. I was craving her presence; I felt the hole in my undead heart grow with each day she was away.

I didn’t know what went down between her and her coven mates, but, by the way they all kept looking at me, I could tell that it had to do with us meeting each other. They looked bitter and hostile, and I could tell we were all in trouble because of me. They agreed to let us feed but they didn’t let us choose who we could feed from; they brought the food to us, as they refused to let us leave the premises until the negotiations were over.

I didn’t mind their choice of food, though it wasn’t “locally sourced”. Just like we did in Volterra, they, too, had been always “importing” people to feed from. They informed us that it was their policy that, no matter what happened, they would never consume blood from people living around the area, and they also preferred to kill non-Greeks if they were away on a mission. I didn’t see the reason why, but I didn’t care to question their motives anymore, concerned about their reactions if I did.

“It’s mostly because of (Y/N).” A man with light brown hair addressed me.

“What?” I was lost. Did something happen to (Y/N)?

“It’s because of (Y/N) that we don’t kill Greeks for food.” He answered the question I knew I didn’t ask out loud. “I can read your mind.” He simply replied.

That made a lot of sense. “So, why is it because of her that you don’t kill locals?”

“Because when (Y/N) became part of Nettie’s coven, it wasn’t Nettie who changed her. Nettie only took (Y/N) under her wings, supported her, and taught her about this life. Nettie found (Y/N) running through the woods as if she was trying to get away from something or someone. Turned out that she was running away from her home, after having been turned by a rogue vampire that was passing by, close to her home. She ran away so that she couldn’t hurt her family. Nettie promised her that if she joined, we would never hunt locals, for fear that one of them would turn out to be one of (Y/N)’s relatives.”

“And how did you hunt before starting the tours?”

“We’d travel to, where is now, Albania and Sicilia, maybe even further. The furthest, the better. We only wanted to make sure that we would not attack any Greek for her sake. I joined much later, but I knew from the start that this was Nettie’s main rule for the coven. And if anyone broke her law, they were severely punished. Because they knew what it was all about; they always knew. Neither (Y/N) nor Nettie ever hid the truth. We knew that if we wanted to stay here, our duty was to respect Nettie’s laws.”

“That’s a big sacrifice you had to make for (Y/N).”

“It was worth it if it meant she was part of the coven, and happy about it. But now, she's gone. I don't think she's ever coming back. I, personally, treated her really badly when it came to you. Now I don't think she'll ever forgive me - forgive any of us - for how we reacted to your mate bond."

I had truly no idea what went down between (Y/N) and her coven mates, but it must have been serious if it meant that she left her coven forever. I thought it was because of me exclusively; I had no idea that her coven mates offended her in any way.

"I questioned her loyalty to the coven. I asked her if she would be willing to exterminate you, in case we came down to this. In her thoughts, I saw she would stay loyal to us, but I still questioned her actual intentions, not sure if I could believe what she promised. Everyone did. (Y/N) has been one of the oldest vampires in the coven; she had given everything for this coven. And we, like newbies, questioned her intentions and her position in the coven that she helped build before the majority of us joined.”

I could now understand her frustration and disappointment at her coven mates; if I was in her position, I would have probably - most likely - teared up the whole place down, until it was nothing but ruins. It was unfair of them to assume she wouldn’t stay loyal to her coven because of me, although I would definitely want her by my side. I just didn't know if I would want her to stay trapped in the Volturi headquarters.

“We wouldn’t want her there either, no matter what she chose to do for her life.” 

“Can you, please, stay out of my head?” I groaned with frustration.

“I can’t help it. Your mind is like an open book, though pretty empty if you ask me.” His snarky comment angered me, and I went to grab him through my prison’s bars but he must have either read my thoughts or he knew what I was going to do, and he ran further away from me.

“Told you. Empty.” He smiled evilly and ran up the stairs and out of the dungeons.

I banged the cell bars in frustration. Normally, I could have just cracked the cell open and gotten out. But I knew I would not withstand whatever gift they projected on me, considering what happened in Crete. So, I stood there, patiently, waiting for the outcome of the negotiations. 

The only thing I could think of was (Y/N); her image never left my mind, like it was engraved there forever. The way her red eyes sparkled; the way she, so expertly, tore the lower guards’ heads off; the way she commanded everyone else, and the way she made me shiver all over my body, despite being undead and seemingly not feeling anything else. I had never met such a woman in my life before, and I doubt I wouldn’t have noticed her even if we weren’t mates.

Speaking of mates, the mate bond was calling me to run away and be with her, though I didn’t know her whereabouts. Normally, Demetri would have known by the very first moment where she would be. However, just like Jane, Alec, Chelsea, and Afton, he too had temporarily lost his gift. Our captors had stolen their gifts - or “diminished them, for now”, as they said - until the negotiations were over.

That left us helpless and hopeless. Despite Santiago and I being able to use our strength, but choosing not to, the others were depending on their gifts for their survival and everyday life. Not being able to use them meant they had lost part of themselves, and that was taking a toll on them; especially Jane, who was using her gift pretty much all the time, either whenever she was ordered to, or just to mess with the rest of us.

Sometimes, we’d start seeing strange things happening around us - probably courtesy of one of the vampires here. Other times we’d feel so sick and disturbed, we could swear we would vomit if we were humans. Other times we’d have our worst fears projected on us. I didn’t fear anything, until now. 

Now, my worst fear was anything happening to (Y/N), as I didn’t know where she was or what she was doing. The vampire who caused fears had realized that and was using it against me, even if it was about her ex-coven mate.

I didn’t know if (Y/N) would come back soon or at all, so I considered her to be their ex-coven mate. If I were her; if I had the kind of power she did, I doubt I could return back to my coven if they treated me that way, disrespecting and doubting me. I was disrespected plenty of times in my own coven, but I could never leave them because I had no better alternative; I had no choice, no option, nothing to ensure my survival if I were ever to leave the Volturi. 

“Get up, suckers! The decision has been made!” Someone yelled and we started hearing commotion outside, and around the dungeons.

A vampire came by my cell and unlocked the door. “Don’t try anything stupid, or you’ll be the first one we get rid of.”

I nodded, not out of fear or respect for the vampire or their coven, but because I had no other choice but to agree with whatever they decided. We stopped before the stairs that led up to the ground floor. “We’ll be waiting for the others.” I nodded again.

Soon, each of the imprisoned Volturi guards started coming, one by one, accompanied by at least one of the others. These vampires knew what to do in every situation; they were careful and organized, and apparently knew where each of their own would be needed for each of our own.

Jane looked terrible. Despite her being quite young when she was turned, she looked so old and abused right now. Her eyes were looking straight ahead, but they were sunken, empty, and emotionless, though not Jane’s usually emotionless look. She now looked like she had been through the roughest times of her life, and I had no idea what she had endured these past few days. Alec noticed his sister’s face immediately and walked by her side to comfort her.

“Keep a distance between you!” The same guy who called my mind empty yelled, giving orders around the other vampires as if he was the leader of them now. “Oh, but I am!” He was looking at me right now. “Ever since (Y/N) left, I had to be the coordinator of everyone and everything around. So, yeah, that does make me their leader. Second to Nettie, of course.” He smiled evilly, and I got so mad so quickly. 

I ran towards him, not thinking straight, but knowing I was gonna make him pay for the pleasure he took in taking (Y/N)’s place, showing absolute disrespect for my mate. I managed to punch him a few times, cracking up his face when I suddenly felt electricity running all over my body, and it felt like my insides were burning. I couldn’t help but scream in pain.

“I told you to not try and pull anything on us!” The vampire beneath me mumbled, still in pain but also enjoying my own pain. 

“Stop! You’re hurting him!” Demetri yelled, trying to move toward me. “You need all of us for your negotiations! You need Felix if you want (Y/N) to come back!”

At the sound of her name, the pain stopped and I finally let my body fall to the floor, next to the other vampire. I was breathing heavily, still feeling the electricity through me, though the pain was slowly numbing me all over my body.

We heard stomping coming from the stairs, and a tall pale woman with long black hair appeared. She looked angry and ready to start kicking asses. “Stop acting like children! Nettie has been waiting for you, and you cannot stop acting irresponsibly! Stop whatever nonsense is happening right here, and come upstairs! NOW!”

I didn’t know what her deal here was, but she must have been important, as all the other vampires stood still at her words, and then followed her slowly upstairs, grabbing us by our arms as we all walked up the stairs. The mind reader was still laying on the floor, trying to pick up his broken pieces, letting them slowly heal and reconstruct his face.

None of us, or the others, spoke a word as we were walking up the stairs, through a long hallway, and into a room that seemed like it came out of the Middle Ages. There was a long wooden table in the middle of the room, like the ones people used to dine on, and it was surrounded by 20 wooden chairs covered in red velvet cushions.

The tall woman was already sitting at the end of the table, while a woman with auburn hair was sitting at the head of the table - I assumed that was their coven leader. She had two vampires of her coven on each side already to establish her distance between us, as well as her superiority.

Aro was sitting on the left side of the table, with Sulpicia beside him, and Marcus sat on the chair next to her. Caius was sitting across from Aro, with Athenadora right beside him. Jane decided to sit beside Athenadora, and Alec went to sit beside his sister. Demetri, who always liked Marcus the most, went to sit beside his master, and I went to sit beside him. Santiago sat beside me to allow Chelsea and Afton to sit across from us, beside each other.

The asshole who challenged me a few minutes ago was already back, sitting beside the tall black-haired woman, on the left side of the table, so he could watch me directly. Another female vampire came towards the table, sitting beside the woman, so there were no more free seats left. The rest of their coven surrounded the table but kept some distance from us, standing closer to the walls.

“Now that we are all here, we can get directly to our main issue. To sum up, for the ones who weren’t here before, the Volturi agreed to give up the role they had assumed, on their own, all these centuries ago, meaning they will no longer be “vampire royalty”. Also, they have no right to recruit any more vampires than they currently have.” There were a few gasps coming from us, but both Demetri and I remained frozen in our seats, not believing what was happening.

“And, now, for the most important thing: one of your own caused one of our own to abandon us.”

“You forced (Y/N) to leave you!” I burst out, banging my hand on the table.

Their response was immediate, as I felt really sick, really quickly. It felt like my insides were squeezed and my head was killing me as if it was on fire.

“Radmir, Dima.” The leader ordered calmly, and the pain and the twist on my insides stopped. “I am aware that my coven did not treat (Y/N) the best way, especially since she was our most important, valuable, and among the oldest members of our coven.” Her austere gaze scanned every single member of her coven, as they looked down, embarrassed for their behavior.

“Nevertheless, (Y/N) is gone, and I doubt she’ll ever come back. As retaliation, we have suggested, and the Volturi agreed, that one of you has to be exiled from your coven.”

We did not expect that. I felt Demetri freeze beside me, though his eyes were already popping. Across from us, it looked like Jane was filled with panic; beside her, Alec wasn’t any better. The Twins knew that their abilities were too important for the Volturi, so it was most likely that one of them would have to be exiled from the coven. Same for Chelsea, who was the one piece that bound us all together in the coven.

“Felix.” The leader simply said, and everyone’s eyes turned to look at me. What? Why me?

“Because (Y/N) left because of you, idiot!” The asshole spat, and I was ready to pop his head open if it weren’t for Demetri holding me into place the second I stood up from my chair.

“Not now, Felix, please.” Dem was looking apologetic, but also desperate. 

If I got exiled, I would lose my best friend. I would lose all my friends; Santiago; Alec; Jane; Heidi - the only one who was secretly left behind, in Volterra; Chelsea; even Afton who was annoying me most of the time. If I got exiled, I’d be on my own. I’d have nobody to go back to.

“That’s what we’re counting on.” The asshole smirked evilly, and I could no longer control myself when I jumped on the table, running towards him and sending him across the room. The pain came once again, more intense than before, but it quickly stopped once again under their leader’s command.

“Enough! All of you! Nabil, you had it coming! Stop commenting on everything and pull yourself together!” She then turned to look at me. “As for you, I certainly do not condone your approach, but I see your point. Believe me when I say that I did not mean for this to happen to you. But, (Y/N) is gone and we need to get even. You are her mate, so you are the one to be excused from your duties in the Volturi. I will not force you to join our coven, because that’s not who we are, and I know you don't want to be part of our coven. So, I’m giving you the choice and setting you free to choose whatever you wish for yourself.” 

She stood up from the table, and ran towards the exit, but not before turning around once again. “You all have 24 hours to leave. After that, if you’re still here, we will exterminate you. Good luck.”

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[aurora-ze-aquarius]

so many people talk about lightning having daddy issues but, what if he had mommy issues?

his father left him and his mom to take care of themselves even when she needed him the most. she decided to take care of lightning and give him all the attention she could for the rest of his life, as a way of keeping herself from being lonely.

but with all good intentions there comes a twist. her loving and caring nature towards lightning had become an obsession. When he went to school his mom would secretly spy on him, feeling a raging jealousy if he ever befriended someone closely, thinking that he'd leave her

it got even worse as he got older. he was homeschooled from the time he was supposed to go to middle school. his mom smothered him in love and lies of the world, which were covered in a blanket of "protectiveness." lightning felt exhausted, having to bear with his mother's excessive pushiness and her need for attention every second. She had never even let him go for a walk outside, thinking that he would get "taken away from her."

one day he ran away and never returned, but his mother's words and false affections still haunted his mind…

OWJCOCNSICJC

This is great!

I live for the angst

Here's a short story cause why not

//⚠️⚠️ Helicopter parenting, overbearing mom, possesiveness

"Can't sleep, Stickers?"

Lightning turned to his side. Sally was there, two cans of cold, canned beer in her hands. She walked and sat down next to him, handing over one of the drinks.

"Thanks. And yeah, I can't sleep well." Lightning replied, leaning his head against her shoulder. There they sat on the rooftop of the motel's office, with nothing but the cold winds, and faint starlight as their company.

He cracked open his can and took a sip, feeling the taste of liquor down his throat. "I've just been thinking..." Lightning began, "You remember when we were talking about meeting up with your parents for mothers' day, right?" Sally hummed in response, gesturing for Lightning to continue. "And somewhere along the line... you asked if we could meet up with my family someday..."

A small frown appeared on Sally's lips, seeing how conflicted her boyfriend looked. "I'm sorry, Stickers. I didn't know it was a sore topic."

Lightning shook his head, "No, it's alright. It's just... Well. I never really think about it, and I suppose I was just thinking about how to explain it to you."

Sally nodded. "You don't have to tell me now you know? It's alright."

Again, he shook his head. "No, it's fine. I think it's time I came to terms with it I suppose..." Taking a deep breath, he let out a sigh, taking another sip from his can.

"My dad was never around. He left when I was just a baby, and I never really knew much about him. My mom practically raised me, basically devoting her whole life to me. That's an understatement...

"She... I... I know she loves me... and I know she was just looking after me but she just felt so... suffucating..." His grip on the can tightened, lightly denting the aluminum. "She watched me like a hawk. She'd never let me go anywhere unless she was with me. She never even let me go on school field trips, often claiming I was 'sick' or I was busy doing something else. She often dictated what I can nor can't do. One time, I think when I was around 5, maybe 4, I was messing with some of her makeup and she was livid... Said that boys should never do girl things and what not... Which is bullshit 'cause Bobby absolutely killed it in a dress..." He chuckled.

Sally gently wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. Lightning sighed, resting his head against her chest. "I felt so trapped. It was as if she kept me under a microscope, and I was held in a cage so small I couldn't move. So then, one day, once I had saved enough money, and once I won a scholarship to the racing academy, I just left. I ran, and never looked back... Changed my name and my whole demeanor... There have been a few close calls where she nearly recognized me, but I'm lucky to have slipped away..."

Sally kissed his forehead, rubbing his arm with a hand. "I'm sorry Stickers..."

Lightning gently pulled away, kissing her on the cheek. "It's fine, Sal. Really... I suppose I can't help but wonder... How would things have gone had I never ran away..?"

She ran her hand through his hair, then lightly cupped his cheek. "Lightning, you are incredibly lucky to have run away from a toxic situation... It takes a lot of strength just to recognize that you deserve better... And even more so to finally break free..."

Lightning sighed, a small smile found its way on his lips as his eyes felt wet and heavy. Tears threatened to fall, but didn't. "Thank you, Sal... For everything, really..."

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[akishojou]

The Delinquent, And Princess

Summary:

As long as you could remember you always been your brothers little princess they spoil you with gifts, and affection as years pass by they began to get more protective, doting, and over baring fed up with this you decided to get back at them by doing the one thing that you know they'd hate.

Pt. 1

'Oh my god, there she is.'

'I heard that the guy she dated only lasted for a hours, until he finally ditched her'

'Really, I heard that the guy didn't even showed up'

You could hear the other students talk honestly, they aren't all true well, maybe the third one about your date ditching, but that was all because of your brothers over protective natures it wasn't a secret that you had been spoiled by them, the moment you were born.

Whatever toys, and candies you wanted as young girl they brought for you they had gotten you only little girl would dream designer clothes, least bags, your own doll house, expensive sweets, and anything your little heart desired.

But, as you older the more doting, and protective they became your brothers just knew sooner, or later you'd be at that age where you wanted to start dating, and you are.

Though no guy had ever dated you, and left your house not feeling scared thanks to your brothers Ran while is more affectionate then Rindou, is the most protective considering that his the eldest.

Rindou, on the other hand likes to shower you with gifts and expensive dresses he absolutely loves mothering, and doting on you would have the chefs cook you your favorite meals when your sick, or sad about another failed date.

Yes, you do care for your brothers, but that never meant you haven't crossed the thought of disobeying them for once you wanted to experience, you of feeling happy with a significant other maybe, even someday if your brothers allowed it build a future with them.

'Why does she even keep on trying to date?'

'Yeah, it's obvious no one is gonna be with her'

'Unless, their blind'

Another thing you hated of what your brothers are doing to you thanks to them you are defined as 'undateable', by your own class, and school mates leaving you completely alone.

The lunch bell rings out through the school, and you opened your bag taking out the bento the maid had made for you, then got up you went to the canteen, and seated yourself at an empty chair then began eating your lunch.

"Excuse me." A voice came, and you look up to see a blond male about your age his eye is covered in a bandage, his cute, and the bandages actually makes him look badass.

"Uhm, h-hi." You said, then gave an awkward wave.

"Can I sit here? There's no other chairs available," He told you, and you smiled at him.

"No, go on ahead." You said, then you two had a conversation while having lunch together you later found out his name is 'Chifuyu Matsuno', and he just got here out of a scholarship.

Which seems surprising, the guy doesn't look like a scholarship student instead he looks like more like a delinquent something, that your brothers had always warned you not to date.

Then an idea went to your head, Chifuyu looks like delinquent and your brothers hated that type of people with a burning passion you turned back to Chifuyu, who is already half done with his lunch.

"Hey, Chifuyu." You began, and he turned back to you.

"Yes, (name)?" He asked.

"How would you feel like hanging with me after school?" You asked, and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't really mind if I'm being honest, (name), I like hanging out with you." He told you, and that made you smile if he wasn't part of your plan to get back at your brothers, you would have done everything to date this guy.

"That's great! Meet me at the school gate after school?" You asked, and he nodded his head you finished your lunch after that Chifuyu had walked you back to your class room.

"Thanks again for walking me back, Chifuyu." You told him, then you took out your cellphone from your pocket.

"Do you wanna exchange numbers?" You asked, and he smiled then nodded his head he handed you his cellphone, while you gave yours to his once done you handed back his phone, and yours to you.

"(name)." Chifuyu called from the gate, and you wave your hand at him then ran up the entrance just then the limo that your older brother also sent your way came, and stopped in front of you the driver got out then opened the door for you Chifuyu had a surprise look on his face, you turned to him.

"Come on, let's go." You said, then slipped into the vehicle Chifuyu following behind the ride to your house was oddly silent once you got there, Chifuyu had his mouth wide open.

"Yeah, sorry I'm not to flaunt around money." You told him, then grab his hand pulling him inside.

"Come on we can hang out in my room." You said, and walk up the living area leading to the stairs.

"(name), back so soon?" You hear Ran, and you turned to see standing with Rindou you nodded your head.

"This is Chifuyu, by the way his just here to hang out with me." You told them Ran scanned the blond up, then down you dragged Chifuyu up the stairs to your room, and closed the door behind you two, then locked it you turned to the male.

"Anyway, Chifuyu, I need your help." You began, while Chifuyu had a look of confusion.

"I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend so, I can get back my brothers for always scaring off my dates." You plead, and Chifuyu nodded.

"Of course I'll help you, (name)." He told you, and you squealed then jumped towards you.

"Yes, yes, oh, thank you sooo much, Chifuyu." You said, meanwhile outside the room Ran, and Rindou lean their ear on the door listening on their conversation they couldn't hear that much aside you seemingly endless 'yes', and squeals, they just hope they aren't doing what they thought they are doing.

"Rindou." Ran said.

"I know." He told him.

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[yeagerismwh0re]

TAYLA  HARPER   JACKSON. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ (THE QUARRY OC)

FULL NAME. tayla harper jackson 

NICKNAME(S). tay

BIRTHDATE. October 29th 

BIRTHPLACE. New York, United States 

AGE. nineteen

ZODIAC. scorpio

CRUSH. Nick Furcillo

GENDER. female (she/her)

SEXUALITY. straight

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single

OCCUPATION. student/musician/artist

RELATIONSHIP WITH CRUSH. 

"Nick and Tayla have I guess you can say, known of each other's existence on freshman year. Tayla and Nick didn't start talking till Sophomore year. Nick being shy and awkward, she was the one to talk to him first. Which was because of a school project. Ever since they became friends, to Tayla he was overall her boy best friend she didn't think of him as anything more. Things did start taking a turn though, Nick was embarrassed because he did like a girl and he didn't know how to kiss (took an idea from Jacob and Kaitlyn.) so she helped him practice. After that she felt sour when Nick had finally got a girlfriend, which didn't last long though. They had broke up their junior year, and for some reason Tayla was pretty happy about it on the inside. She eventually realized she had a crush on Nick. For the rest of junior year she kept it to herself. But eventually by the summer, Nick told her he had liked her. Which they started dating. Tayla and Nick dated for about a year and a couple of months. Tayla broke up with Nick out of the blue, she never told him the reason why. later on she had forgotten she would see Nick at the Hacketts Quarry. Which she didn't mind she would simply ignore him. But, of course, things didn't work out as planned. When they spent there summers in the camp, Nick always tried talking to Tayla, which she didn't mind talking to Nick, but things were not awkward. Eventually though Nick tells Tayla he still loves her, and Tayla tells Nick the reason. The reason why though was because Tayla was very insecure, Nick's mom didn't really accept her because of her skin color. Tayla also didn't feel like she was good enough, as if Nick deserved much better. Soon Tayla and Nick got back together. Which caused a mixture of drama between Emma and Abi. (Which Abi didn't want to be apart of the drama.) when Emma kept commenting on their relationship or saying that Abi liked Nick first or what not, it pissed off Tayla. She soon did tell Emma that Nick was her ex, which he didn't necessarily belong to anyone. It kept Emma's mouth shut for awhile till she pulled the kiss stunt. She would smack Emma and be just as petty, but of course she didn't. Tayla didn't leave the fire place until Jacob and Emma left. She was mad at Nick as well. Of course, she let Nick apologize, which did make her feel a little better.

PERSONALITY. 

"to put it simply, tayla isn't necessarily one of the friendliest girls in the world normally when you get on her bad side. she'll treat you with respect, and isn't purposefully rude, but at the same time she's not overly nice and compassionate, unless  of course she takes a special liking to you. on the other hand, if you annoy tayla or do her wrong, she'll absolutely despise you. If you are a childish person like Jacob or Emma she will keep disliking you no matter how hard you try to win her back. she's stubborn, and can hold a grudge for as long as she pleases. if you are close to tayla, though, she actually has a softer persona than one might imagine, at least behind closed doors. tayla is very generous, and is always there for friends, helping them with any problems they run into. she gives amazing advice, which is why many come to her when they need guidance. tayla's mature for her age, and has been told that ever since she was young. outwardly, she's grateful for this, and takes pride in being mature. but behind her tough persona sometimes she is deep down insecure in herself she thinks she isn't good enough half of the time. She doubts herself a lot, she could act like she's not, but deep down she is. But tayla hates being vulnerable so she uses the tough persona. tayla is honest, dependable, focused, dedicated, practical, and has a (dry) sense of humor. however, she's also, as mentioned, stubborn, she gets jealous very easily, picky, patient, compassionate, empathetic, and understanding.

LIKES.

music, control, Sushi, shopping, fashion, the colors black and purple, art, camping, traveling, writing, coffee, organization, nature, headphones, singing, working out, etc.

DISLIKES.

Werewolves, mess, complaining, crowded places, eating to much sugar, being late, when people don't listen to her, pranks, immature people, snakes, being vulnerable, etc.

APPEARANCE.

Tayla is Dominican and African American, she has chestnut skin tone. Brown eyes, and hour glass body shape. Tayla doesn't get her scar until after Nick scratches her eye.

FACE CLAIM. princess winter

HEIGHT. 5'5

WEIGHT. 124lbs

EYE COLOR. brown

HAIR COLOR. dark brown

STYLE. 01, 02, 03

BODY MODS. scars (from nick)

ETHNICITY. hispanic/black

BIOGRAPHY. 

tayla was born on a chilly October day in 2001, making her, as of 2021, nineteen year old. she was born in New York city to her two parents, Gigi  jackson and raúl jackson. her father is an immigrant, originally from the dominican  republic. They started to grow up quite poor at first, tayla grew up on the Bronx of New York City. tayla worked hard helping both of her parents out. which somehow a miracle had suddenly happened, her father got a well working job In different city of New York. one that could help them make a crap ton of money, when they moved, Tayla was 14. they had a much fancier house it was ten times bigger than the little apartments she lived in. Tayla had to admit though she missed being in the poor neighborhood she grew up in, mainly because she, of course, grew up her whole life in the Bronx, which some would say 'the ghetto'. Tayla also didn't really fit into the wealthy life, mainly because of her dark skin tone. People would judge her left and right, which she did ignore it half of the time. Racism was stupid in her opinion let alone confusing. During most of her high school life she had a small friend group normally keeping to herself, she preferred to focus on her studies more, but also her music career. Tayla started taking an interest into music and art when she 9 years old, first she started to draw, and then she started to play guitar at 11 years old. tayla wanted to get into a good art school because she loved the art and the music a lot. It was one of her ways to escape from reality. When Tayla turned 17 Soon her father was Ill because of cancer. tayla was struggling and it didn't really help the fact that she grew up in an environment with such judgmental people. her father stopped working and all they could do was rely on her mom which she also had a good job as well. tayla got a part time job to help her mom with the money. soon tayla graduated high school and she moved into her own apartment, both of her parents had to move in with her grand parents. Tayla soon started making good money through her music and even got a studio to contact her. her reputation was growing and she was getting quite well known in her city. Since it was New York though it was kind of easy to get fame. So she goes through her music path and signed up to be a counselor at the Hacketts quarry to show children how to play music. 

STRENGTHS. 

One of tayla's strengths is she does know how to use a gun, credits to her father. Tayla is also patient and she knows how to control her anger well half of the time. Tayla is fearless half of the time and she is confident even if she's in a sticky situation. Since Tayla does work out as well she does have physical strength, which she does know how to fight. Especially growing up in the Bronx as mentioned before. Tayla likes to talk civil first and even act like the bigger person, before resorting into violence. It's not always the right path. Tayla knows how to use her brain and she tries to think logical in every little situation. 

WEAKNESSES. 

Some of Tayla's weaknesses is that when it does come to childish people she usually just snaps after awhile. When Tayla is fighting she is much better at far distance Like shooting and stuff, but when it comes to closer distance such as fist fighting, she is a good fighter, but she doesn't know everything. Sometimes Tayla is obnoxious and she doesn't listen to others sometimes, as said before she is stubborn and she prefers to go her own path with or without others help.

EXPLANATION OF STATS

CHARISMA. tayla is attractive in various of ways, people usually tell her she's pretty. Some even say if your so pretty why aren't you so outgoing? Tayla as said before just keeps to herself. 

INTELLIGENCE. tayla  thinks logical and she is really intelligent she's smart with half of her choices , guess the studying all those years really were useful. Even highs chol experience itself. 

LUCK.  tayla has 50/50 luck if anything she doesn't really call it luck just quick thinking or quick decision making.

FUN FACTS.

01. Tayla has her own personal pistol 

02. Tayla plays an acoustic guitar specifically 

03. she's inspired by Mitski and Lana Del Rey

04. Favorite genre is Alternative, indie, or indie rock. Some Hip hop and R&B

05. didn't mention it in backstory but she also sings as well

RELATIONSHIPS.🤎

🔅KAITYLN !

Tayla met Kaitlyn at the summer camp and they instantly clicked. Tayla loves Kaitlyn's confidence. Kaitlyn was always the one to push and inspire Tayla to do something when she chickened out to do it. Which she enjoys Kaitlyn and she thinks Kaitlyn is a good friend. So Tayla kept in contact with her.

🏳️‍🌈DYLAN !

Dylan was her ride or die she loved Dylan, if anything he was probably the most trusted by Tayla. Tayla would always tell Dylan everything whether it was embarrassing or not. Sometimes Tayla and Dylan  would tease each other about their crushes, or just make jokes half of the time.

🔫 LAURA !

Tayla and Laura have been friends since high school they didn't go to the same school, but their parents were friends with each other, and that's how she met Laura. The idea of going to the Hacketts quarry was mainly both their ideas, since they wanted to do something for the summer. Tayla was worried when Laura never showed up, since they planned everything. She was close to her closer than Dylan and Kaitlyn were with her. Laura was smart and very understanding, she was also really good at advice whenever Tayla ever had struggles.

🔊 RYAN !

Since Tayla was always so quiet and didn't really talk much to others. Ryan was the first person she actually talked to in the camp (other than nick) Ryan and her became friends. She would listen to his podcasts every once in awhile. She would even well try to teach Ryan how to play guitar which he fails miserably at. Since Ryan and her were so close Nick had thought Ryan and her were dating which they were not.

🎨 ABI !

Abi and Tayla they were upside down, she didn't hate Abi, but she didn't necessarily like her either. With her liking Nick, but nick was her ex so she didn't want to get super jealous over him. So she was bitter towards Abi, but Abi and Tayla do get closer over time. Which Tayla tells Abi how she truely feels about herself and why she dumped Nick. Which they become friends the night of the full moon.

🐺MAX !

Tayla and Max are good friends, she also knew max before heading to Hacketts quarry. She met Max when Laura and him started dating. She likes Max and she thinks his cool and especially be a good for for Laura.

📱EMMA !

Tayla despises Emma. When Tayla always tried to mind her own buisness, Emma would always have a say or whatever. It turns out Emma was slightly jealous of Tayla's fame. Not just her fame though! The fact that Jacob would give the girl compliments left and right. Let alone that Emma always seems to get frustrated when Tayla would simply ignore her or get back at her. Tayla finds her annoying and obnoxious, she even argued with Emma a couple of times. To make things worse Emma kissed Nick.

🏃🏻‍♂️ JACOB !

Jacob and Tayla aren't really friends, she was cool with Jacob for the longest time. But Tayla didn't like how conceded Jacob was.  Especially since he was in denial after him and Emma's break up. Since they both were childish idiots Emma and Jacob really did deserve each other.

🏕CHRIS !

Chris and Tayla are cool with each other. Chris always tried to make a good impression to her, even acted kind of like a father figure. Even after she found out about Chris secret, she did care for Chris. But she wanted to save Nick, so she did what she had to do.

🚨TRAVIS !

Travis and Tayla are more overall acquaintances they teamed up to kill Silas, with Ryan and Laura. She thought he was a decent guy, he was just trying to protect his family. But she also wasn't okay with him locking up her best friend for the whole summer, she didn't deserve that. But she thinks Travis is okay.

PLAYLIST/THEME SONGS.

(Full playlist Link)

#Spotify #the quarry #oc roleplay #oc #roleplay #double up rp #nick furcillo #video games #literate rp #descriptive

[whosvioletta]

you.

summary: regulus black hates you.. likes you. he hates you BECAUSE he likes you, you and your messy hand writing, and how quiet you are.. even if you two have never talked. based off a poem by anonymous i found on tik tok.

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

warning: mentions of reader not being okay, walburga and orion (yawn), let me know if there’s more! NOT PROOF READ SORRY!

masterlist.

Potions class was right around the corner, and everyday as Regulus walked to it, he got this feeling in his chest. He absolutely dreaded the idea of going to that class. Not because it was his least favorite subject, in fact he really would like it if it weren’t for you.

You see, he was sat right next to you, and over the past couple of weeks he’s grown to hate you.

Regulus walked in and sat down, you were already there sitting in your seat as you pulled out your class book and watched the professor explain the subject for the day. He stared for a moment, before catching himself and pulling out the book from his bag.

The two of you always started off class in silence, and at first he really like this, but as time went on all he ever wanted was for you to talk to him, and you never did. Unless it was something like…

“Can you hand me the dried berries?” you asked, looking at him. He froze for a second. “Regulus?” you asked, and he shivered at his name falling from your lips. You said his name so perfectly.. he hated it, how perfect you were. He quickly grabbed the cup full of dried berries and handed it to you, and you took it with a smile.

“Thank you.” you would say so softly every time without fail, it made his heart skip a beat. The way you talked was even perfect.

Regulus continued his potion, trying to focus. He simply couldn’t, the urge to loom over at you was so strong, it was all he could think about. Besides, even if he look at you right now, which he did, you wouldn’t notice. You were writing notes down on a piece of parchment paper.

Regulus hands shook as he slowly grabbed the next ingredient and put it into the pot in front of him as he secretly looked at you.

He watched your quill scribble across the page in messy handwriting, the sound giving him the chills. Someone is having a conversation next to the two of you, but he tunes it out completely, still looking at you, he couldn’t look away. You were so beautiful. Regulus hated it.

He couldn’t like you.. it wasn’t a good idea. Not with his family, not with the things he was going through. Regulus couldn’t like a girl right now. Regulus didn’t have time.. besides he didn’t even know if his family would approve of such a thing.. to get in a relationship on his own, nothing arranged or set up by Walburga. But it felt wrong to just forget about the girl in potions class completely, I mean he couldn’t if he tried.

Regulus only realized he was still staring at you after he was pulled out from his thoughts, seeing you looking up at him with a small smile. You didn’t look confused as to why he was staring at you, you were just smiling.

This troubled smile, as if you was afraid to show emotion towards him. It was a kind of smile that seemed like something you weren’t used to. Your lips were closed tight, awkwardly.

In that moment Regulus could tell you were trying so hard to be genuine. Trying so hard to be okay.

“Hi..” you finally said, again, very softly. His heart could have melted right then and there. “Hello.” He finally said, the first word he had spoke to you ever, and it came off nervously.

“Do you need something?” you asked. Regulus tried to think of an excuse, but he knew nothing could save his ass. People could tell he was staring at her with puppy eyes from miles away.

“No, sorry. I was just..” The dark haired boy trailed off. “I was just looking at you.” He finally said, and it felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. “Oh..” you blushed at his words.

“You would tell me if there was something on my face, right?” you joked, earning that rare but genuine laugh from him. Regulus had those kinds of laughs that were so infectious, something rarely heard but brought you such joy every time it escaped his lips.

“I would.” He reassured, smiling uncontrollably. “Good.” you breathed out. The two teenagers looked at each other for a few moments in silence, before you motioned towards your potion and notes. “Well I.. I better get back to this.” you implied.

“Of course!” Regulus said, before turning back to his project, as did you.

Throughout class he kept glancing at you. He didn’t hate you so much anymore.. in fact he was crazy about you.

Regulus didn’t care was Walburga or Orion thought, all he cared about was being able to spend another second with you. For the first time in a very long time someone made him excited, and alive, and happy.

The Regulus Black, the rich and famous pureblood Slytherin had a crush on you.

#regulus black #regulus black fluff #regulus black angst #regulus black x reader #regulus black x y/n #regulus black imagine #regulus black x you #regulus black x female reader

[rainchyna]

⌗ ˚ ͙◌˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟗𝟎𝘀˖ ࣪ .ִֶָ

warnings! [none rly, fluff, spanish, look at his smile in the second gif 🥺]

also to the anon who requested this sry it took long lol,, i also lost your request looool

— it was a cloudy day in early '97, you and dusty rhodes had been trying to figure out a new finisher for a match you had later in the day, you were both siting on the side of the ring just chatting when rey mysterio and another man behind him approached you.

— you and rey were close friends, so you immediately jumped up and when to hug him. “haven't seen you since last week!" you and rey were just catching up while dusty talked to the other guy. as rey went on to talk to dusty, the other guy approached and introduced himself while being totally extra, “my god mami! you're the most beautiful woman i've ever seen, i'm eddie guerrero, mind telling me your name?” “eddie, leave her alone, oh i forgot what i was here for! dusty, vince wanted to see us.” rey said. so they both left you and him alone.

— you gave him your prettiest smile and stuck you hand out to shake his, “my name is y/n y/l/n”

“y/n?” he asks, you giggle as you nod “well hello y/n,” and instead of shaking your hand, he took it and pressed a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

— “you're absolutely breathtaking, mami”

“and you're lucky my spanish is good, pretty boy”

— and you stood there talking to each other about everything and nothing at the same time. you ended up inviting him to lunch with you, even though it was you and dusty's thing, the older man was nowhere to be seen and this was your chance to get to know eddie better.

— throughout lunch you both kept flirting with each other, eddie had an addictive personality, he was absolutely hilarious and was overall an amazing person.

— an ever since that day you've been practically glued at the hip.

— you quickly became everyone's favourite duo backstage. you both were the 'flirty friend' and everyone got to watch you flirt with each other like there's no tomorrow, which was absolutely entertaining.

— eddie had developed several habits after getting close to you,

i.𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 regardless of the situation or what the conversation being had was, your hand was in his being kissed.

ii. 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺 grips on your waist to bring you close to him, you always place your hands on his chest and try to push him away even though you both know that can't resist him.

iii. 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝘂𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 eddie was really touchy in general, always keeping his hands on you but once he realized that back hugs are superior, he didn't want to let go of you ever again.

— you'd drop some of the dirtiest pick up lines just to see him all blushy because his reactions were either :o or (◍•.•◍).

— it wasn't too long after that vince decided to put you in a love angle because of your incredible chemistry, and being that it was a love angle, the flirting was now through the roof. eddie was now flirting with you on and off screen, and the fans absolutely adored you as a couple. you quickly began to notice the way your heart would beat quicker when he's around, how you'd try to look your best to impress him, just the small things that made you realize that you had developed feelings for the charismatic latino.

— now, you weren't stupid. you knew eddie liked you. it was about the most obvious thing ever. everyone knew that you and eddie like each other, it was undeniable and you just looked like a couple, but as soon as someone asks, “are you guys dating?” “no..why?”

— at some point rey locked you two in his locker room and decided that no one's leaving the room unless you confess because he was sick of the unofficial third wheeling.

— “is it bad, that i'm like, in love with you cariña?”

— “no” you smiled, “ i was waiting for you to say it first”, and if rey's locker room's walls could talk, he'd know that you and eddie made out all over the place.

— now to actual bf eddie

— my god, he's so sweet :(

— actual heart eyes when looking at you, you could be screaming bloody murder and he'd be like “you're so pretty baby ( ♡‿♡ )”

— he loves you so much one can see it in his eyes, just the way he looks at you indicates how much love he holds for you.

— he's your number one fan, he's always at ring side watching your matches to make sure that you're safe and sound. will always cheer for you and give you hugs and kisses regardless of if you won or lost.

— so protective of you ??? like not in a overly bad way, he just knows the way some people can be and he doesn't want you to get hurt. always has his arms around you or watches you from afar to make sure you don't fall flat on your face :D

— not really jealous but he doesn't want anyone but him near you.

— he comes up with different nicknames for you every 3-4 minutes. that's his job now.

— on your days off he wants nothing more than cuddles. so many omg. like dawg, he won't let you go. LITTLE SPOON EDDIE PLS OMG :( he'd lay on your chest and let you play with his hair, literally falls asleep in 0.3 seconds if you pat on his hair.

— cooks for you all the time, like seriously, all you eat is the food he makes you.

— gets so worried when you're sick or tired, especially if it's on a day where you have matches. on a whole other level of protective when you're injured or pass out of exhaustion. has once convinced vince to give you a break before because he was so worried about you.

— hella goofy. like seriously, would pull pranks on you all the time, but you find him hilarious so he continues to prank you.

— you're literally not allowed to sit anywhere but on his lap. chairs, stools, couches, tables, are all jobless.

— he spoils you so much. saw you once just glance at a necklace, literally just glance, boy bought the whole set for you and you were like ??? thanks ???

— he's spoiled too, can be bratty sometimes. he knows he's your baby and will get his way with you, always.

— overall 10/10 boyfriend, highly recommended.

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe headcanons #eddie guerrero #eddie guerrero x reader #wwe fanfic #eddie guerrero imagine #wwf #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagines #rainchyna

[miekasa]

Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it. 

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby. 

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad. 

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on. 

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying. 

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside. 

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place. 

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone). 

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way. 

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for. 

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch. 

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés. 

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this. 

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it. 

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well. 

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program. 

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do. 

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk. 

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes. 

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to. 

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye). 

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester. 

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other. 

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand. 

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right. 

#anonymous #when.... when.... WHEN IS IT MY TURN #aot x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot imagines #no because he's the love of my whole life #jean fluff #jean smut #eren x reader

[221bshrlocked]

Fever in my Eyes

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Reader

Words: 8.5K (yeesh)

Warnings: Smut and Angst, my two faves. Blindfold. Breeding Kink!!! Things are consensual from both sides but since this is a sex pollen fic, some of you might consider it as non/con so please proceed with caution.

Summary: Felucia was not an ideal planet to track a quarry on and you find yourself in a sticky situation when you lose sight of the Mandalorian for a moment. An unexpected standoff between Mando and the bounty leads to you escaping back to the Razor Crest, unaware of the pollen which seeped into your nostrils and past your skin. What will the bounty hunter do once he realizes what you’re asking of him? And more importantly, is it worth risking whatever relationship he has with you?

A/N: As always, I am shit with summaries. It’s a sex pollen fic yall. I apologize if my smut isn’t as good as it used to be, I am trying. Also, please please please let me know how I did in the comments. This is only my second ever Star Wars fic and I was very reluctant to post it but Pedro Pascal made me do it because I cannot stop thinking of the man so here it is. Seriously, tell me how I did and what I can do to better my writing. There will be more Din Djarin fics to come :) Enjoy. And this is not beta’d!

This was not an ideal situation, but it never was. At least not ever since you took the ‘glorified babysitter’ position offered so graciously to you months ago. A short snort made its way past your lips as you walked through the greenery and recalled how you came into caring for the child currently biting and playing with your necklace. You looked down and smiled at him, not bothering to stop him from chewing down on the colorful jewels because you knew for a fact that if Mando heard you criticizing him over something so trivial, he might scold him and make him pout. Maker, the little womp rat made it so hard to be angry with him, let alone attempt to teach him some proper manners. 

So busy playing with the Child, you didn’t notice when the bounty hunter suddenly came to a halt ahead of you. You walked right into his back and stumbled backwards, apologizing immediately when he turned around and tilted his visor to the side. You’ve grown to learn what each tild meant and at the moment, he was definitely a tad bit annoyed with you. 

“S-sorry, I’ll pay attention.” Smiling awkwardly at the man in front of you, you waited until he turned around before narrowing your eyes at the kid currently giggling at your mistake. It was amazing how often he did that, almost as if he knew he was purposely getting you in trouble for his own entertainment. 

“So you never actually told me why this bounty was so important,” your eyes searched your surroundings and marveled at the lush reaching all the way to the top of the strange trees, barely noticing the way the Mandalorian’s shoulders tensed before continuing to walk towards the edge of the forest. If there even was an edge to this jungle. Maker, this was such a weird planet, it smelled weird, it was too hot and too wet, and you sensed there was something strange with all the exotic plants beneath your feet.

When he didn’t respond, you slowly put the Child down and reached inside your satchel for a drink. As soon as the kid noticed the satchel, he waddled back to you and pulled on your cloak until you brought out his favorite blue biscuits. 

“All I’m saying is, this bounty is weird. Who hides all the way out here anyways? I mean I have never heard of this place-”

“You’ve said that about the last four quarries.” You didn’t expect him to respond and eyed him cautiously, looking between him and the kid who continued to eat his snacks and understood absolutely nothing of what you were saying. A shiver ran down your spine when you noticed the way he put the tracking fob back in his pocket before slowly reaching for the blaster pistol. Reflexes instantly kicking in, you hurried to the Child and snatched him off the ground, shushing his little coos and preparing for the worst case scenario which was always, somehow, what transpired.

Silence filled the humid air and you tried to read the bounty hunter’s body language, knowing very well he was not one to say anything unless it was perhaps a little too late for you. His visor dragged through the dried prints on the grass and before you knew it, he was taking off towards the edge of the purple and pink plants. As you followed him, you felt your throat dry much quicker than usual. Thinking it was just the extreme weather of Felucia, you decided it was best to slow down and wait until the Mandalorian caught the bounty before following his path. He’d even told you once to not follow him if you ever saw him running off because that usually meant he was close to the quarry and wouldn’t need your aid. It was a little insulting in the beginning but you were caught during a shoot-out one too many times and understood he was only trying to look out for you and the kid. 

But not even a full minute passed before you heard a sudden blast sound off from the trees above you and before you could figure out what was happening, a heavy weight landed on top of you, and you watched in horror as the kid flew out of your hand into a nearby puddle. 

Trying your hardest to grab the blaster on your hip, you cried out in pain when you felt talons digging into your arms and twist them back. You didn’t know what else to do, eyes scanning the trees in hopes of finding the Mandalorian rushing towards you. But when you realized he was nowhere around, you looked at the kid and prayed he was alright. When you saw his large eyes blinking a few times before struggling to sit up, you knew there was only one outcome. 

“Make a sound, and I will feast on your organs.” The stench of the creature filled your nostrils and you sobbed quietly at the implications behind his words. Taking one last look at the kid, you took a deep breath and pushed off the ground as hard as you can.

“MANDO!” As soon as you screamed his name, you felt three talons break the skin of your shoulder blades and drag all the way down to your lower back. You felt hot tears roll down your cheeks and hated how distressed the Child looked. Almost on queue, he was standing up and trying to waddle your way, refusing to listen to your little objections as you tried to tell him to run the opposite direction. 

Before you could dwell on the many different ways you were about to die, you heard a large blast sound through the forest, throwing the creature off of you against one of the trees with a loud cracking noise. You looked up just in time to see the familiar glint of beskar coming closer through the greenery and as you tried to stand up, you felt the same weight behind you again, twisting the talons into your hair and pulling you to your feet. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat when you felt the edge of the hunting knife against your throat. Eyes unable to focus on the figures in front of you, you blinked a few times and realized there were too many sensations hitting you. But the one seemingly outdoing all the others was the growing wet patch on your back and you soon felt sharp pain growing against your skin where the strange liquid rolled down your skin. You weren’t sure if it was blood or if it was drool from the thing behind you and a part of you didn’t care because what difference would it make. 

“Should have known you were the only crazy one to come here...come after me.” A slithering whisper made its way past your ears and your knees buckled as you started to feel faint. But then the creature held you up roughly and pressed the knife harder against your throat, warning you against falling to the ground.

“Your problem is with me T'doshok. Let her go.” You vaguely saw the Child walk towards his father, relief washing over you when you knew he was safe once more. At some point, you’ve come to care more for him than for yourself and you were never sure if it was because he was so precious or because of how important he was to the Mandalorian. 

“Aren’t we past formalities Mando? At least do me the honor of saying my name...old friend.” 

Your gaze immediately shifted from the kid to the beskar-clad man standing in front of him. So they knew each other? Why didn’t he tell you? Did he still not trust you to know such matters until now?

“ Ni Kelir kyr'amur gar meh gar vaabir not ba'slanar kaysh.” You heard the Mandalorian growl through the visor and even though you didn’t understand what he said, you knew it was anything but friendly. Wait, that meant the T'doshok behind you understood Manod’a. 

A sob escaped your throat when you felt the bounty laugh behind you at the warning. 

“You can’t possibly mean that Mando.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think there was a hint of surprise etched in the voice growling in your ear.

“Ni vaabir not baatir te waadas...believe me.” The conscious part of your brain wondered why he continued to speak in Mando’a. He knew you didn’t understand much of it…

The silence was almost deafening and you weren’t sure what was happening until your boss stepped forward and tilted his helmet to the side,

“Gedet'ye.” The modulated voice sounded strange to your ears. He was only ever this softly-spoken with the Child.

“Well, this is unexpected. In that case-” You didn’t have time to react, watching as the world twirled around you before you fell among the purple and pink flowers you were so impressed by earlier. A strange scent hit your nostrils but you couldn’t dwell on it for more than a few seconds. Willing yourself to stand up, you pushed off the ground as soon as you saw the kid waddling towards you. As soon as he tried to walk behind you, you knew what he was trying to do and picked him up before he could do anything.

“No little guy...you- I can’t...I need to make sure you’re okay.” You could faintly hear the sound of blasters going off for a few moments and by the time you managed to take the gun out of your holster, you saw the Mandalorian standing above an unconscious reptilian creature. So that’s what a T'doshok is…

Slowly making your way towards them, you blinked away the tears and wiped your eyes to try and clear your sight. 

“Ad'ika, are you alright?” You shivered at the tone Mando was using with you. Dank Ferrik, you must have hit your head pretty hard if you thought the Mandalorian was worried about anyone but the green little thing in your arms.

“I- yes. I’ll be f-fine. Just-” You hadn’t meant to react the way you have but as soon as you felt his gloved hand touch your neck, you jerked away from him and held out your hand to stop him from coming any closer to you. Mando was shocked at your reaction and was glad to have something to hide behind. A few seconds passed in silence and you were still staring at him with wide open eyes and if he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were afraid of him. It occurred to him that it wasn’t shock that beat at his heart but a deep and twisting sense of hurt. And when he scanned your body language, he could tell you were trembling in front of him and the last thing he wanted to do was to give you another reason to fear him.

“Can you walk back to the-”

“Yes. I’ll- fu...I’ll take the kid.” Before he could say anything else, you were clutching the Child closer to your chest and walking back to the Razor Crest. You searched your mind to try and understand why you reacted the way you have to his touch but couldn’t find anything to explain the sharp pain striking through your insides. It was too much too quickly. Even though it wasn’t his skin, you felt neurons firing simultaneously as soon as he trailed his fingers down your neck. You hoped to the gods he wasn’t offended by your reaction because the last thing you needed was to drive him further away from you.

Barely making it back to the ship, you managed to go up the ladder and put the Child back in his crib in the cockpit before shutting it and locking the door behind you. Scrambling inside your mind for a moment, you turned to the ramp and walked towards the hatch before pushing in the code until it sealed shut. 

In an instant, everything touching your skin was too rough and incredibly heavy. Before you could think twice about it, you were violently stripping out of your clothes, throwing them to the ground on your way to the refresher. As soon as you walked into the small room, you turned on the cold water and sighed heavily as it beat down on your heated skin. 

“Not enough…” Crying to the empty room, you made sure the hot water wasn’t on before leaning back against the cool tiles of the walls. But no sooner than that were you hissing and pushing off of the wall. You completely forgot about the open gashes on your back and the shooting pain was almost instantaneous when you remembered just how large the wound was.

As you dwelled on the last hour or so, you felt your legs give out on you and before you knew it, you were sliding down to the floor. Eyes shutting slowly, you fell to the side and let the cold water run down your form. And as hard as you tried to stay awake, you couldn’t help your mind’s request as it begged to rest. You let sleep wash over you, the last sound ringing in your ear was Mando’s worried voice asking if you were okay.

Back outside, the bounty hunter was fuming with anger, not caring about how oddly violent he became with the quarry. He was never one to beat an unconscious being but something took over him when he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. As he pushed his way through the forest, he thought back to the way you looked up at him with those innocent eyes. And he hated himself for the way his body reacted to your fragile body.

“Ni’duraa.” He whispered to himself when he saw the Crest come into view, continuing to pull the T'doshok until he walked up the ramp and onto the ship. It was awfully quiet but he decided to freeze the reptile before he walked around to look for you. Minutes later, he was ascending the ladder to the cockpit, unlocking it and reaching for the crib on his pilot chair. When he opened it and saw the kid cooing in his sleep, he shut it once more and left to look for you. It was strange how he couldn’t hear a single sound. You were normally talkative after a mission, and as he placed his weapons back on the wall, he noticed your clothes lying haphazardly on the ground. Mando sighed heavily as he picked them up, flushing violently when he saw the last two items leading into the refresher. Strange, you were never one to throw things around.

Not wanting to bother you anymore, he placed the clothes on your cot and ascended to the cockpit once more, wanting to leave Felucia as quickly as possible because he knew how the locals became when uninvited guests stayed for too long. As they left the sector, the Mandalorian couldn’t help but question why you were still in the refresher. You’d arrived long before him and it took him a while to navigate through the jungle because of how heavy the bounty was. 

Putting the ship on auto-pilot, he made his way to the refresher but not before noticing a strange scent fill his nostrils. Looking down at his hands, he noticed a bright purple powder covering his gloves and as soon as he brought his hands up to the edge of the visor, he was hit with many different sensations, all of which he could distinctively place back to you. Your honey-scented soap, the orange tea he saw you constantly drinking, the smell of your sweat on a particularly hot day when you tried to fix the ship...

“Fuck…” He swore before wiping his gloves against his cloak and approached the refresher. 

Knocking on the door, he waited a few moments for a response and breathed impatiently when  you didn’t bother to say anything.

“Open up, Cyar'ika.” He wasn’t sure why he was suddenly using such endearing words to call for you and when he was met with more silence, he groaned in annoyance before warning you. “If you don’t open the door now, I will break it.” Normally, you would have clapped back with a snarky comment that would get his blood boiling but he knew something was wrong when you remained quiet. Throwing propriety out the window, he kicked the door open and walked in, eyes searching the small room until they fell on your unconscious form under the water. 

“Maker,” kneeling to the ground, his heart clenched when he saw a viscous, black liquid oozing out of the gash on your back. How did he not notice this when you left? Quickly reaching for the left knob, he swore when he noticed the hot water wasn’t even on and almost broke the other one as he tried to switch it off. Why would you take such a cold shower when you weren’t even on a desert planet? Wiping your hair away from your face, the Mandalorian tried to wake you and began to feel anxiety seep into his clothes along with the water cascading down your body when he realized this was much worse than he thought. He took off his gloves and pushed you onto your back, trying his hardest to avert his gaze from your naked skin as he bent down and carried you out of the refresher. 

Opening his quarters, he laid you on his covers before grabbing the anesthetic above him and turning you on your stomach to care for the wounds. As he sprayed your back, he noticed the way you groaned in your sleep and forced himself to attend to the task at hand. He hoped to the gods there wasn’t any poison in the wound before he grabbed the bacta spray and slowly made his way down the skin of your back. He sighed in relief when he noticed your skin slowly shifting and sealing itself, trying to calm his increasing heart rate when he remembered just how fragile and naked you were beneath him. Some sick part of him was attracted to you even in such a state and he wished more than anything for you to be awake and willing to-

This is not how he pictured seeing you for the first time.

When you started shifting beneath him, he kneeled away from you and covered your legs, continuing to care for the wound on your lower back until it started to close as well. By the time he put all the medication back in its place, you were turning around and moaning in discomfort and Mando realized it was because you were probably still freezing from the cold water. Taking off his cloak, he barely draped it on your sleeping form when you pushed it off and turned on your back. He felt the fabric of his pants tighten around his crotch and looked away from you.

“Please...too- too much. I can’t-” He couldn’t understand what you were trying to say and moved to place the cloak on you again, head instantly turning to your face when you smacked the offensive object away from him and began to trail your fingers down your skin. He hadn’t meant to and before he could stop himself, he was watching as your fingers made their way down to your hips before dipping into the space between your thighs.

Maker be damned, how were you so glistening and flushed?

“M-Mando?” His eyes snapped to your face and watched as you spread your legs until he positioned between them. “Mando I need...you. I need you please, this is- it hurts. I can’t...it hurts so much. Please h-help me.” Your voice was filled with dangerous requests, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants when he saw the way you reached for his thighs and dragged your nails down to his knees. 

“Cyare, you don’t know what you’re asking.” He forced himself to keep his gaze on your face and nowhere else. But with every passing moment, the need to look at where he’d dreamt of feasting on for so many nights outgrew his respect for you. 

“Mando...I want you, n-need you...please, I promise I’ll be good. So so good for you, just- oh maker I-”

The small part of his brain that wasn’t ruled by his pulsing cock finally figured out what was happening and he growled as he pushed off of you and out to your cot. Grabbing your shirt, he turned it around and saw the same purple powder that was on his gloves coloring the whole front of your cloak. He recalled back to what happened when he left you and remembered where the T'doshok pushed you before he attacked him. 

Of course. The pollen from the spore plants.

Which meant that-

“Oh fuck.” The Mandalorian felt his insides churn when he realized what was taking place not ten feet away from him, and he felt his heart skip a beat when he knew what could potentially happen to you if your...needs weren't properly met. With reluctance, he made his way back to his sleeping cot and felt his chest tighten when he saw what you were doing.

You were on your side, fingers rubbing furiously at your soaking core and whimpering at the consistent and harsh touches passing through your nerves. But it wasn’t the mess you were making that caught his attention. No, it was the fact that you had his cowl twisted between your thighs and around your back. He watched in awe as you pushed your face into the rough material, taking in deep breaths to try and fill your nostrils with his scent. Taking one step closer to you, his eyes bore into your heated skin and he choked on air when he saw you lick at the hood of the cloak before taking your fingers out of your cunt and replacing them with his cowl. He couldn’t believe his eyes and the thought of wearing it around with your scent sticking to it broke him. 

Mando looked around the ship for a few moments in an attempt to think of what he should do. Swallowing the dry lump in his throat, he approached your slowly and gasped when he met your eyes and saw the way you were looking at him.

“M-mando! Please...fuck me. I- I need you to...don’t c-care how. I promise I’ll do anything, wh-whatever you want...ple-please.” Chills ran down your spine when you forced yourself to throw the cowl away. Turning around, you laid on your stomach and took a deep breath before raising your lower half off of the covers. As you rested your head on your arm and bit into your wrist, you looked back to the beskar-clad man, silently pleading with him while swaying your ass in the air. 

“Gota'la…” Before the Mandalorian could talk himself out of it, he was kicking his heavy shoes away and making his way closer to you. A part of him screamed that of the two of you, he was the one less affected by the pollen and was technically responsible for whatever transpired next. And he was close to asking you if you were sure you wanted to take this further if it weren’t for the way you reached beneath you and faintly trailed your fingers through your soaking slit. 

“Ad'ika, gar cuyir mesh'la.” He was speaking to himself more than to you and smiled to himself when he noticed your cunt clenching around nothing as soon as his words filled the silence. “Sweet girl, you like it when I speak to you in Mando’a?” You shivered at his tone and found it difficult to respond to him, especially when you could tell he was definitely not looking at you but at the mess you were making on his bed. A loud cry rang through the small room when you felt his hand come down on your backside before squeezing the flushed skin. 

“I asked you a question Cyar'ika.” His deep and modulated voice only made it worse and you found yourself nodding at him before whispering out a low ‘yes.’

“K'olar,” you squealed when you felt Mando twirl your around onto your back before pulling your naked body flush to his still-clothed one. You were about to beg him to just fuck you already when he shoved two of his fingers into your mouth to shush you. You moaned shamelessly around his fingers, whining even louder when you realized you were sucking on his calloused skin and not on the gloves he almost never took off unless he was alone. 

“You’re going to come just like this sweet girl.” Mando manhandled you until you were straddling one of his thighs, growling impatiently when you tried to push yourself away from him. His arm tightened around your waist, pushing you down on the beskar cuisse until you finally understood what he wanted from you.

“C-cold…”

“Be a good girl and drench my armor little one. Let me walk around with the memory of your cunt dripping on me.” His words hit too close to your somewhat aware mind and you chose to dwell on their meaning later. Softly inching your hands onto his shoulders, you fisted your fingers into his shirt to support your weight before dragging yourself against the rugged and cool beskar in between your thighs. As you threw your head back and sighed in pleasure, Mando couldn’t help but squeeze the heated skin of your hip, knowing very well there would soon be fingerprint marks wherever he touched you. 

“That’s it...could smell how much you want me Cyare. Can’t believe you’re in my arms...look at you, using my thighs to get off.” You barely managed to turn your attention to him, lips still enclosed around his fingers and biting down on them the more he shoved them in your mouth.

“Mando I- I need to-” Before you could finish your request, Mando was wrapping the other arm around hips and violently dragging you against his cuisse, looking down to watch as your juices dripped on his beskar armor. 

“What a sight…” He groaned and turned his gaze towards you again just in time to watch you fall apart on him. He marveled at how quickly he brought you to pleasure and figured it must have been the pollen making you extra sensitive to his ministrations. Wanting to stretch out your pleasure for as long as possible, he threw you back onto his bed and pushed your thighs open, not giving you a chance to question him as he shoved two fingers into your cunt and massaged that spongy spot deep inside you. You arched your back and grasped at his arms, barely managing to look at the visor just as he increased pressure and fucked you with his fingers. 

“M-MANdo oh g-gods-”

“Scream my name sweet girl, and only my name.” Had you actually listened to what he said, you would have sassed back at him and told him you didn’t actually know his name. But you couldn’t care less at the moment, digging your fingers into his forearms as you came around his thick fingers, repeatedly praying his “name” until you couldn’t remember anything else.

“Mesh'la...you’re so tight and warm for me...that’s it, squeeze my fingers like the good little girl you are.” Mando watched as you came around his fingers, his eyes not knowing where to look and wishing he could taste the sweat sticking on your neck as you whimpered beneath him. 

He heard it before he felt it, moaning in blind lust as he took in the sight beneath him. Your legs shook violently as you, quite literally, drenched his thighs and blankets with your cum and Mando didn’t know if he wanted to lick you dry or stuff his nose into your pulsating cunt. 

“Sweet fucking darling, look at the mess you’ve made,” you shivered when you felt his fingers leave your slit, blinking hazily and turning to look at where he was staring. When you saw what he was referring to, you quickly covered yourself and tried to move away from him, embarrassment washing over you when you saw the way he was so obviously staring at the wetness dripping down your. But Mando was much quicker than you, grabbing your thighs and pushing them wide open again before laying in between them and dragging his crotch across your sensitive clit. 

“Never hide from me,” you nodded instantly and the Mandalorian would never admit feeling his chest fill with pride at the lust-filled fear he instilled into you with only a few words. Your chest heaved as you continued to look into the visor, almost whimpering when you were met with incredibly dazed eyes and messy hair staring right back at you. It was quiet for a few moments, the only proof that Mando was very much aware of your state being the hardness twitching against your sensitive cunt. 

Mando wasn’t sure what to do with you. He wanted to simultaneously fuck you into the next system and lick every inch of you until you couldn’t take it anymore. “I can smell your cunt Ad'ika...can almost taste your neediness.”

“Ma-mando I- I want you to r-” You felt so naked beneath him, wishing he’d at least take off his clothes before this went any further. Not a single care was given to his helmet and it was out of the question to even attempt and ask him if he could take it off. You just wanted to feel his skin sliding against yours as he fucked you. Nothing else mattered. Just his scarred and sweaty muscles contracting and trailing over your own. 

“What is it sweet girl?” His voice felt like a thousand needles piercing your soul and you didn’t realize where your hands were moving until you felt him roughly grab your wrists and slam them above your head. You could tell there was a shift in the air around you and ceased to breathe when you no longer heard his moans. 

“This is the way.” Those four words hurt you more than they should have. 

“I- I would never ask you to...I swear I just wanted- I wanted to touch you. Not take it off...please I-” Mando felt his heart shatter into a million pieces because somehow, even in your most inebriated state, you respected him. You put him before yourself. And he ceased to breathe when he sat up and watched as you grabbed at his arms and refused to let go.

“N-no don’t go...I need you- d-don’t leave me pl-” Your breathing was erratic and the Mandalorian feared you’d spiral into shock. Without thinking much of his next moves, he grabbed the nearest item of clothing and ripped a small piece of it, returning to rest between your knees and not giving you a choice as he wrapped the band around your eyes and tied it in the back. You trailed your fingers over the band and pulled away instantly when you felt his the hair on his wrist. 

“I’m sorry…” Mando thought of your actions so far and knew in his heart that if there was ever another who’d look upon him, it would be you. Softly taking your hands in his, he pulled them towards his helmet and rested them at the side.

“T-take it off.”

“I can’t...Mando, you don’t have to- I swear I was only-” As hard as it was to say those words, you wanted him to know that he owed you nothing. And you hated how selfish you were being in that moment because the man was trying to tell you something and you were only worrying about yourself and how much your cunt ached for him. You were so close to pushing him on his back and taking your pleasure from him but something told you it would be worth the wait. 

“Mesh'la, I want you to.” You always marveled at how much the Mandalorian could convey in only a few words and shouldn’t have been surprised when you felt just how much he was willing to put his trust in you. Not wanting to scare him, you slowly pulled on the visor until it was completely off, remaining motionless as he took it from your hands and placed it on the floor. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do with your hands so you kept them to the side, fisting your fingers into the blankets to prevent you from reaching out and touching his face. 

Mando could tell you wanted to touch him. You even told him yourself. So he made the decision for you and leaned down, passing his lips over your forehead and smiling down at you when he heard you suck in a breath. You gasped when you felt his beard tickle your cheeks. He had a beard. Of course he had a beard. But as he continued to leave kisses over your face, you realized it wasn’t really a full-grown beard. It didn’t matter in the end because he was driving you insane with every small pass of his plump lips near where you wanted him.

As he finally molded his lips with yours, you felt him pull your hands up to his face and lay them on his cheeks, the groan escaping his throat letting you know he enjoyed you touching him as much as you, perhaps even more. The kiss grew frantic the more you explored his naked skin, and you couldn’t hold back the long moan that erupted into his mouth as soon as you felt him suck on your tongue. When you pulled on his soft hair, Mando couldn’t help but growl into the heated kiss, not caring for how rough he was being as he grabbed and squeezed your thighs. 

But the kiss was over as soon as it began and you whined after him when you felt him pull away from you. You felt your fingers ascend to your face but remembered why the Mandalorian blindfolded you in the first place. Not wanting to lose his trust, you pushed your arms beneath your back to prevent any temptations from taking place. Unbeknownst to you, Mando was watching every little muscle twitch on your nude form and he almost devoured you right then and there when he saw you quickly moving your fingers from your face. 

He was amazed by how caring you were even when you didn’t hold any proper level of the right consciousness. Anyone else would have removed the cloth and blamed the pollen. But not you. 

You were special. 

Refusing to waste any more time, Mando made quick work of the beskar armor, not caring about the mess he was making just outside his room. He kept his eyes on you the entire time, smiling when he noticed you shivering beneath his gaze. He was on you as soon as he deposited his long-sleeve and pants, devouring your mouth and digging his fingers into your waist as he rutted against you. 

“Ner-” 

The possessiveness was almost palpable and he surprised even himself at the single syllable. Since when was he like this?

“Mando,” you whispered his name as you wrapped your arms around his back and pulled him flush against you, sighing in relief when you felt the hair of his chest tickle your nipples. Mando noticed your reaction and instantly descended on your heaving chest, biting and licking and pinching at the hardened buds until you begged him to slow down.

“Ni'm liser't...taylir norac. You’re so fucking delicious.” The way he effortlessly switched between his mother tongue and Basic shouldn’t have turned you on this much and yet you were. 

“Fuck me.” Your words were dripping with desperation and the Mandalorian wasn’t able to hold any longer. He wanted to take his time with you, commit every little curve to memory. Memorize what made your breath hitch and what made you sigh. 

But the request ended all of his curiosity and before you knew it, you felt him roughly pull down on his boxer briefs. You flushed when you heard the sound of his hand jerking his cock, mouth falling wide open when it jutted at your inner thighs and you felt how fucking hard and thick it was. 

“What will it be sweet girl? You want me to make love to you,” he paused for a moment and took advantage of your distracted expression, rubbing the head of his cock against your wet slit and biting his lips when he felt you arch against him at the simple yet filthy movement. “Or fuck you like I own you…like you’re mine.”

Hearing him say ‘fuck’ in such a vulgar tone did it for you and you didn’t know what to do with yourself except widen your legs more for him and grab the bed sheets beneath you.

“F-fuck me like you own me Mando...ruin me. Take what you want and- oh maker you’re so- so...fu- please, u-use me however you want. Just- I need your cock. Need to cum on your cock...can’t wait anym-”

Mando was sure he broke you with his words, watching in awe as you begged and begged until you couldn’t breathe anymore. There was no warning, no asking if you were ready for him. There was just your wet cunt teasing him until he couldn’t bear the thought of not being deep inside your pussy.

Resting his head against yours, he took his painfully hard cock in his hand and shoved it past your wet lips, letting out a deep growl as he felt you scratch his back.

“Mando, Mando, M-mando…”

You didn’t find the strength to think of a proper sentence to express what you were feeling so you opted to pray his name over and over again. He was shaking above you and you knew instantly he was trying his hardest not to break you.

“Take what you want- I...I won’t break.” 

Just hearing you say those words to him almost made him cum right then and there. You were returning the trust he gave you and he knew there was no way of putting this moment behind him even if he tried. 

Pulling out until only the head of his cock was splitting you open, Mando bucked his hips violently back into you, whispering the filthiest promises into your ears as he set a rough pace that had you seeing worlds you didn’t even know existed. 

“So, fucking, tight...how are you so wet and tight for me Cyare?” It took you a while to realize you were hearing his voice without the modulator of his mask. How had you not noticed how beautifully sinful it was when he first took it off? You wanted to tell him how much you loved hearing his thick and smooth voice. You wanted to kiss down his neck and bite onto his shoulders. You wanted to push him down and force his cock inside your throat. 

So much. You wanted so much. 

But you couldn’t find your voice in that moment. Not when he was railing into you with such an unforgiving force. 

“Made for me...made to take my cock. Such a sweet fucking girl- ah.” You should have known Mando would not be the quiet type in bed. He was a man of few words during his day-to-day life so of course he would take this chance and spill out his innermost thoughts. But it surprised you nonetheless considering how downright dirty his moans and whispers were. And you were sure he was as filthy, if not more, when he continued to speak in Mando’a. 

With every passing moment, you felt a piece of your heart split from your chest and slowly make its way into his hands. He was branding you, his cock reaching so deep inside you that you were sure you could feel him right below your navel if you only moved your hands against your skin. But you couldn’t afford to let go of him, not when he was using you just as you requested. 

“Mando you...maker, you’re filling me so- so good. I- please, can I cum? I want t- to cum. Been so good for you. Need to-” The chuckle that left his lips was sweet music to your ears until you realized he might be laughing at how pathetic you were. 

“Fucking gods Ad'ika...fill you up? Is that what you want sweet girl? You want me to- fuck, fuck...want me to fill you up with my cum? You’re killing me baby.” His voice was hoarse and he realized his mistake as soon as the words left his lips. The last thing he wanted was to scare you away from him. It was his deeped, darkest secret. He swore he would go to his grave with it. Too often he thought of breeding you, fucking you and fill you up until his cum leaked out of you and you couldn’t move. Too many nights he went to sleep thinking of what it would feel like to wake up with your sweet cunt still wrapped around his cock. What he’d give to ensure not a single drop went to waste. 

Too many days were spent dreaming of giving that little womp rat a sibling to run around with. 

Your silence didn’t go unnoticed by him and he was about to slow down when he felt your hands grab his ass and push you closer to him.

“Want your cum Mando...want you to cum inside me, fill me up until I can’t breathe...oh fuck, until I can’t feel anything but your cum hot and deep inside me. Fuck a baby inside me Mando I- oh oh gods I-” Mando couldn’t hold back anymore, violently pushing his cock inside you and swallowing your moans every time they echoed just a little louder than he preferred. He groaned in ecstasy when he looked down and saw pure bliss etched on your soft features. You clenched around him, thighs vibrating around his hips as he somehow drove into you harder and carried you past the point of pleasure. You didn’t know you were coming around him until you heard him whisper ‘good girl’ in your ears. And it sent a jolt down his spine when he continued to rut against you and fill the ship with the heavy sounds of skin slapping on skin. It was almost painful, the way he didn’t let up and continued to rail into you without a single care. 

“Mine...mine, fucking mine. That’s it sweet girl, feel me. Feel me marking your fucking soul.” He was a mumbling mess at this point and he wasn’t sure if it was because you were panting like an animal in heat or because of the way you desperately licked and kissed and nipped at his neck and lips. 

“Yes, I’m yours Mando. Yours...always have been.”

The heaviness of your words struck his heart instantly, and he shoved his cock so deep inside you he swore he could feel your heartbeat. Mando rested his head in the crook of your neck, biting harder than intended on your shoulder as hot spurts of cum coated your inner walls. You feel a sudden warmth wash over you and dug your nails into his ass as he thrust once, twice, three times before stilling completely. 

The two of you continued to breathe heavily against each other and when Mando moved his knees to get comfortable between your thighs, you unintentionally squeezed his cock and felt him twitch inside you.

“Ni chaabar gar, cyar'ika.” It was such a silent comment and you knew this was much different than everything he’d said thus far. Something about his tone told you he was spilling his heart out and you wished more than anything to ask him what he was saying but knew you shouldn’t...wouldn’t. Not unless you wanted him to continue and speak to you.

You were brought back from your thoughts when the Mandalorian kissed your lips, and you felt yourself drowning in his scent when he rubbed your hair and nudged your jaw with his nose.

“Gar cuyir too jaon'yc at ni. Ni liser't nibral gar.” Slowly, Mando wrapped his arms around you and rolled you over until you were practically sleeping on top of him. The two of you hissed when you felt his cock leave your heat and Mando wished more than anything to spread your thighs and watch as his cum leaked down your thighs. No worries, he’d do that later.

Later…

Oh what he would give for there to be a ‘later’ with you. 

The thought of not being able to have you again snapped him back to reality and he realized there was a very high chance this would never happen again because as far as he knew, this was only a consequence of the pollen.

Not wanting to bother you with his insecurities, Mando pushed your head down onto his chest and rubbed your shoulders, telling you to get some rest and to not worry about anything else. 

Hours later, Mando was waking up to a soft noise emitting from beneath him. As he rubbed his eyes and took in his surroundings, he looked down and noticed you were still very much naked and cold next to him. Pulling the covers over you, he allowed his eyes to feed on your curves before meeting your face. Dread filled his heart as soon as he saw the wet patch on the band around your eyes. 

You must have woken up and realized what happened. A thousand different scenarios flew through his mind and Mando knew that almost each one of them was caused by your regret of sleeping with him. 

“Ad'ika, are you alright?” When you didn’t respond and sniffed loudly, Mando knew he had to brace for the worst. 

“Please...are you hurt anywhere?” Hearing his pleas was what did it for you and you threw yourself into his chest. 

“Mando I- I took advantage of you. I’m so sorry, I- I didn’t know what was happening...I promise I- please don’t tell me to leave. I can’t leave you or the Child. I- I promise I’ll pretend this never happened. Just- don’t leave me. I can’t bear the thought of living without you...without him.”

Of all the things the Mandalorian thought he would hear from you, those were certainly the last to make the list. He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten so lucky with you? Not only did you refuse to take the blindfold off when you woke up but you genuinely thought you’d forced him into sleeping with you.

“Cyare, it hurts to see you cry. Come here.” Mando sat up against the cold metal wall, pulling you into his lap and wrapping the covers around you so you weren’t exposed to the cold air of the ship. 

“You didn’t take advantage of me sweet girl. If anything, I- I should be the one apologizing. I was not hit with the effects of the pollen as much as you have been and...and I should have refused your pleas. But you looked so beautiful, Cyar'ika. You prayed for me to have you and I- I was selfish. I was selfish and I couldn’t stop myself from sinking into you. Branding you. Being with you.” To say you were surprised by his words would have been the understatement of the century. 

The Mandalorian wanted you. He wanted to have you. He wanted to be with you. 

“I-I’ve wanted you for so long...spent so many nights dreaming of being with you.” You confessed to him before you could think of the meaning behind your words and you were met with a deep sigh and a kiss on the lips almost immediately. 

“How long Mesh'la?” 

“S-since Tatooine.” 

Mando’s heart skipped a beat at the short yet direct response. He’s only ever been to Tatooine once with you, months and months ago when he needed Peli to fix something on the Crest for him. You hadn’t even been with their group for three weeks then. So busy thinking of all the ways he could have had you since then, Mando didn’t notice how the silence affected you until your fingers twitched against his chest. 

“Mando?”

“That was eons ago.” It was more of a comment than a question and you weren’t sure if he was angry or surprised. 

“Is...is that bad?”

“Bad? No Ad'ika, not bad.” When he didn’t offer more of an explanation, you rested your head on his chest and continued to draw circles on his naked abdomen. 

You weren’t sure how long you sat there in each others arms but the faint sounds of cooing and laughter snapped you out of your haze and you realized you should probably get up and make something for the kid to eat. Before you could move away from him however, Mando was bringing you closer to him and kissing you again. You knew you could never tire from feeling his lips mold and pass over yours and you welcomed his tongue with as much vigor as you could muster up.

As he pulled away, you smiled at him and wished more than anything to be able to see him smile back at you. 

“Din.”

“Hmm?”

“My name...it’s Din. Din Djarin.” 

Mando could see the exact moment you registered what he just said and he smirked to himself at how pretty you looked when something shocking took place. 

“Din.” You repeated his name silently, afraid this would all be a dream and that he didn’t actually just tell you something that was so important to him.

“You didn’t have to tell me…” You traced his jaw with your fingers and marveled at how oddly soft his beard was. 

“I didn’t, but I wanted to.” Din was silent for a few seconds before he flipped you beneath him and took hold of your wrists before slamming them harshly above your head. “I wanted you to know it, Mesh'la, so you could scream it the next time I fucked this sweet and tight cunt.” 

For a man of few words, he sure knew what to say to get you worked up again.

Translations: 

Ni Kelir kyr'amur gar meh gar vaabir not ba'slanar kaysh - I will kill you if you do not leave her.

Ni vaabir not baatir te waadas. - I do not care about the credits.

Gedet'ye. - Please.

Ad'ika - Little one

Ni’duraa! - You disgust me.

Cyar'ika - Darling/Sweetheart

Cyare - Beloved

Gota'la - Maker.

Gar cuyir mesh'la. - You are beautiful. 

K'olar - Come here.

Mesh'la - Beautiful

Ner - Mine.

Ni'm liser't...taylir norac. - I can’t...hold back.

Ni chaabar gar, cyar'ika. - I fear you, darling.

Gar cuyir too jaon'yc at ni. Ni liser't nibral gar. - You are too important to me. I can’t lose you.

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