#( x. || v; Once a grounder. always a grounder )

[sly2o]

Season 6 Plot Big Giant Spec Post

A - Major pieces I’m spec’ing for next season when I am feeling semi-confident on spec:

Nightblood is only needed for when BOTH suns are up. 

Clarke will come to view the leader of the peaceful group they meet as a father figure.

“Our People” (Eligius, Delinquents, etc) will be sent on a mission to go mine hytholodium from a nearby asteroid. That hytholodium will be brought back and will power up something important for the finale.

Colonization of the new planet was originally modeled after how England initially settled the New World.

That plan went up in smoke when it was revealed the Earth had gone up in smoke and no subsequent waves of colonizers arrived.

B - Major pieces I am spec’ing that I am low-confident about:

Over the ~200 years that passed since those initial events, the planet split into two major factions: those with nightblood, and those without. 

Nightbloods may be the subjugated class on this new planet. 

 The arrival of our people (Grounders, Eligius, Skykru, etc) will throw the current nightblood v. non-nightblood power balance into flux when it is revealed that the religion that evolved on Earth is one where nightbloods are revered. 

It will become important for the oppressing class to figure out how to control The Flame. 

C - Wilder pieces I am spec’ing:

If the non-nightbloods are the oppressing class, they will power up their version of ALIE in the finale.

OR, if the non-nightbloods are the oppressing class, we will get the AU where the “Mountain Men” got to return to Earth in the finale. 

D - I am personally motivated to spec this, but also I got real reasons

“Unintended Consequences” (or something similar in Trig) will be the name of the Finale

Explanations for why I am spec’ing these things are under the cut, but can majorly be summarized as 1) I read The Sparrow, and 2) assumption that the EligiusIV twitter account is a valid source. 

Warning: contains major spoilers for “The Sparrow” 

A1 - This is implied through the BTS pictures we have of Clarke and Echo on the ground, the fact that “two suns, no sunscreen” was uttered by Shaw, and that in “The Sparrow” there is a species that sleeps through the time of day where only one sun is up. 

A2 -  “Clarke is in a really bad place right now” that Eliza has been saying in interviews, I strongly suspect she is having a similar story to the main character of The Sparrow. In the Sparrow the main character comes to view one of the aliens they meet as a daughter-figure. Clarke already has a daughter-figure (Madi), but Clarke has been missing a father figure for a while now. Plus Jake Griffin was back on set which supports this theory.

A3 - The BTS pictures that came out recently showed our cast on an Eligius vessel which describes a asteroid in the background that had a high amount of hytholodium. A while back there was a summary chart of the fake titles the writers had given to next season’s episodes - including two called “7 days part 1″ and “7 days part 2″ - with a gap in the middle. I strongly believe at minimum a subsection of our known characters will get sent on a mining mission.

A4 and A5 - I’m spec’ing this primarily on how “space colonization” has been stressed in the Eligius IV promo materials. 

To clarify what I am talking about when I say “how England settled the New World” - I specifically am speaking to very early days colonialism (before the American Revolution) when lands were initially being taken away from the First Nations who lived there as England expanded. This is where England would have a white colonizer over there with a plot of land they were setting up for their way of life, and contracts would be made where other white colonizers would become “indentured servants” where they would have a contract drawn up where they got X amount of clothes per year, meals, a place to live, and at the end of 10 years or so of work would be given their own piece of property. Then they would become the lead of their own piece of property - and could coordinate a contract where they get their own indentured servants, and so the cycle repeats. 

The destruction of Earth would have resulted in - to put it mildly - some contract disputes for those who were expecting subsequent waves of people to come to help them set up their own properties. This would set off major conflict among those who settled the new planet.

Particularly a new tweet from EligiusIV specifically mentions “there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves”.

B1-4 - I put these all in a “low-confidence” category because I am uncertain what this “alien” life is and how important it is. My spec is based on a premise that the Alien life is either 1) not really important, or 2) a cute way to say that “we’ve evolved so separately it’s like they are alien to us”. If alien life is a real thing, then a lot of my spec will likely be hogwash. 

B1 - I am spec’ing this because it’s a redux of the Mountain Men vs Grounders, and also because a similar divide is found in The Sparrow. I am also spec’ing this because we know that redblooded people can give birth to people with nightblood. I have assumed that people with nightblood can give birth to people with redblood because otherwise the 100 year evolution that allowed people to reclaim the ground makes no sense. However we don’t really have proof of this thanks to the conclave, and the science/math on this show can be dubious anyways. It’s also another way to divide Clarke from her people which Jason loves to do.

B2 and B3 - This would be a reverse of how the religion on Earth evolved, which would naturally cause conflict, which is part of why I am spec’ing this. 

I am also spec’ing this because 

only the nightbloods would be able to be outside during the day - raising cause for why they are obligated to be the workers

it puts Clarke in the worker class (”let the privileged do the work for a change”)

it implies that that once the redblooded people started to be born that instead of casting them out for being genetically inferior, that work was done initially to protect them. We know Murphy and Clarke are going to be at odds this season, and that them being at odds could in some ways present a different look at “protecting the weak” vs. “taking advantage of the strong” because of how Murphy is tied to Emori who got cast out for being different, and Clarke being tied to this subjugated class. (I hope I explained this properly, since this is a very messy and complicated idea).

The fact that people with redblood worship someone with nightblood would be seen as radical and cause major issue on the new planet. 

An easy way to temporarily placate the masses would be to say that Madi is only raised up as a nightblood because she has The Flame. 

B4 - Irrespective of who the subjugated class is, the fact of the matter remains that a group of people led by a child soldier have landed on this planet and the reason she is raised above others is because she has a chip in her neck. The BTS pictures on the Eligius ship seemed to me to include an electronic schematic of The Flame - which to me begs the question of if they will try to reverse program The Flame this season (or something similar).

I am also low confidence on this one because another thing that could be happening here is that this chip wasn’t meant to last 200 years - and that it is starting to decay in Madi’s head after 125 in cryo, and needs to be repaired. 

Or maybe it’s both things!

C1 - Putting this in the “wild” category for a few reasons. However I will say my primary reason for spec’ing this is because ALIE can relieve pain - and I have to wonder whether she can relieve the pain caused by solar radiation. To me the cascading events here are 1- redblood people can’t access their own mining ship or simply don’t have mining ship, 2- they get Our People to go mine the asteroid, and 3 - they turn on their version of the ALIE1.0 machine in the finale. This presumes the ALIE code was ever sent to these people in the first place. However it is possible it could be retconned that ALIE1.0 was developed as a permanent solution to the “nightbloods don’t always give birth to redbloods” problem - if that indeed was a problem. Also - with the trauma that was caused in the 6 year stay in the bunker, Abby’s addiction being stressed as a longing for the City of Light, and the fact that our main characters are almost evenly divided between those who did and didn’t go to the City of Light - I think the return of ALIE1.0 wouldn’t be so easily defeated. 

C2 - Alternatively, it may be that Abby and Jackson are leveraged because they know (although may be a bit rusty about) the recipe for creating nightblood. They may spend the season recreating that recipe with the scientists on the ground. We did see a BTS picture (that got deleted) where the guy who played Robin Hood on OUAT was in a medical smock and had bits of black on that smock - which may be nightblood. 

Either way for part C - I am anticipating these new “Mountain Men” to find a way to the ground in the finale.

D1 -  Jason has spoken about how Clarke really takes to heart Monty’s message of “be the good guys”. It would follow the plot of The Sparrow, as well as simply fit into the type of show this is, to have Clarke try her hardest to “be the good guy” and then end up “being the bad guy” due to unintended consequences. 

[justauthoring]

He Lied

Request: Omg what about a bellamy blake imagine where you both have a fight, he says something v hurtful and to cool off you wander off in the forest and get hurt (and you can complete it!) FLUFFY ending please <3 THANKYOU

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: I loved writing this, SO THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING IT!

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: none.

“Fine run off!” Teary eyed, you turned your head back, staring at Bellamy in a mix of fear and shock, as well as hurt. He’d never sounded so angry at you before and you still didn’t even know what you did so wrong. With a red face, and wet palms, you shook your head at him.

“Bell… please… tell me what I did wrong and I can try and fix it.” You begged, taking slow steps towards him. Once you reached him, you brought your hands up to hold his face, desperately wanting to fix what you had or had not done. It hurt you deeply to see him so angry at you, and without knowing what you did, you were at a lost on how to fix it.

He shook his head, shoving your hands away from him. You gasped, he’d never laid such harsh hands on you before, and holding your own against your chest, you stared confused and desperate up at him. He was always so gentle when holding you or embracing you, he’d never lay a head to hurt you, or at least that’s what you thought. “Please, Bell. I-I-”

“Don’t call me that.” He spat, his hard and cold eyes falling on you. “Not anymore. Not after what you did,”

“What!” You screamed, confused and hurt and just wanting all of this to end. “What did I do?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know.”

“I don’t!” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Fine. pretend. That’s what cheaters do, pretend.” He finally explained, and with wide eyes you searched him for any sign that he was kidding, but obviously, he was not. You opened your mouth to try and explain that whoever told him that was lying. That you’d never cheat on him but it was hopeless, because before you could even think of what to say, he glared down at you. “I was stupid and dumb to ever love you. You were and are a lying cheater incapable of loving.”

Shocked beyond words, you tried to reach out to him before he turned and smacked your hand away. It was too much, you felt like your heart was ripping into shreds. Bellamy was your one and only, the only that mattered to you in the disgusting and corrupt world. To have him so angry at you for something you’d never do burned beyond words. You stared after him, wanting to run after him but knew better and sobbing, you turned towards the gates, running off.

You were never out of the gates very often, and you didn’t know any path you just wandered. Wandered and wandered. The tears had left you and you were dried face, with puffy red eyes and hurt feet. Seeing a tree before you, you sat down, exhausted and looking up at the sky you realized that the sun had begun to set. Your heart began to race erratically, you were definitely lost and had no idea how to get home. With the threat of grounders just around the corner at any moment, you felt your heart quicken and you jumped up to your feet.

You tried to retrace your steps, but you were in no way a tracker. Staring around at the tree that all looked the same to you, you lost your sense of direction and suddenly felt very disorientated. A branch cracked, you snapped your head to the left, scared, you saw no one. But still, alert, you let your eyes wander through the cracks the trees gave and squinted to see if there was anyone near you. You saw no one, but suddenly an arrow soared through the air, you gasped, screaming as you tried to duck but it was too late and before you knew it the arrow had lodged itself into your leg.

You gasped, tripping over and falling. Your head smacked against the ground and you groaned, blinking as the world became a blur. You lost sense of time and what felt like two seconds a figure stood before you. You groaned, your breath frantic as you held your hands before you desperately. “Please… don’t…” Was all you could manage to say. The figure moved before you and you tried to scoot away, but with an arrow in your calve and your head dizzy there was no way. You could do nothing as the figure picked you up, and supported your head. Before you knew what was happening, you felt yourself lose consciousness.

When you woke up, all you saw was the familiar ceiling of the dropship. You groaned, your head still pounding as you sat up. It hurt but you ignored the pain and looked up, your eyes drifted to your leg and you noticed the arrow missing. You removed the blanket around you and took a look at your leg, you wouldn’t be able to walk on it for a while but you didn’t care, all you cared about was how you got here.

You’d been stranded in the woods, and you clearly didn’t get back on your own so…?

The curtain to the outside opened and turning your eyes there you felt you heart quicken when Bellamy walked through. You positioned yourself, scooting back from him and missed the way his eyes lit up in relief as you turned your head the other way. He was silent himself as he made his way over to you and sat down next to you. You stared at the wall next to you, your voice coming out just above a whisper; “were you the one who found me?”

He grunted a yes and you rolled your eyes more angry than hurt now, “why? Thought you hated me? Should’ve just let me die…” You whispered the last words, feeling your eyes brimming with tears again. You heard him shuffle and suddenly he was leaning over you, you backed up, apprehensive of what he’d do.

“You’re wrong!” He shouted and your eyes widened, “no sorry… I was wrong…” He frowned and your eyes softened. “About?”

“About you cheating. Clarke set me straight, it’s just Jack said something about you and him and I got so angry I wasn’t even able to think straight.” He grabbed your face and Bellamy’s eyes softened, you uncrossed your arms, no longer angry and you watched as his eyes drifted towards your leg and then his thumb rubbed over the bloody mark on your forehead. “I was so worried, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” He sighed.

“It’s fine.” You whispered, turning to smile weakly up at him. “Just next time hear me out, kay?” You smiled lightly, he smiled himself letting out a breath before leaning down to kiss your forehead. You leaned into the warmth, relishing in the fact he was no longer mad at you.

[piranhartist]

 A bumblebee ( @thememime ) poked me

Rules: Tag 10 followers you want to get to know better

Name: Katherine- but nobody even calls me this in person so, Kati (I prefer it if jus close friends use this though :,P And only if ya wanna outside of whatever nicknames we already have djskhflskj)

Nicknames: Pira or Kito

Gender: Female

Star sign: Capricorn

Height: 4′9″

Sexual Orientation: Ace/aro

(little tangent on this, but once in a while I still wonder if I’m demiromantic towards girls? I feel most comfortable calling m’self aromantic, since my interests with romance never really changed since middleschool. Though admittedly there’s been a few close friends past and present I guESS I’ve had a romantic crush on? But I never know for sure since I don’t really understand what the feeling is even like?? x,D And even if I did have one, any other stuff relATED to romance I’m jus not comfortable with, so it really wouldn’t change anything about how I love n’ care for them regardless. .;,P Down the road if I ever had the chance to live with any close friend(s) I’d jus wanna be able to chill out on couches together or get hugs from each other when we need em. That kinda stuff (✿´‿`)

If a close friend ever brought the idea up of romantic interest I guess I wouldn’t be opposed to it, since at that point anyways they’d already know what I’m like and what my boundaries are hhahha,

I guess this sorta explains why I always found the bachelorettes in harvest moon games cuter than any bachelors though- ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ)

Hogwarts house:  Gryffindor (I never know this I have to take a quiz everytime and I’m p sure this is different than before)

Favorite color: Emerald green followed by Yellow Orange! ;v;

Favorite animal(s): House cats, birds, and manta rays :,0

Average hours of sleep: 4 or 11 no inbetween

Cat or dog person: k i t t y

Favorite fictional characters:

Jus kinda in random order off the top of my head rn

Grounder (aosth)

Gengar

Kerubim (dofus)

Osmond (dark cloud)

Eduardo (fosters)

Strong Bad

Mr Blik (catscratch)

Buttercup (ppg)

Glenda (petite princess yucie)

Doraemon

Hank (finding dory)

thaTS A GOOD AMOUNT FOR NOW

Number of blankets I sleep with: It’s like- 3 and counting on my bed atm

Favorite band/singer: Dunderpatrullen is one of the only ones I have enough songs from to remember them by name .;,,P

Dream Trip: FLYING/DRIVING WHEREVER IT TAKES TO HAVE LUNCH WITH FRIENDS

Dream job: Doing freelance illustration for cute creature designs (like a mobile game that needs a buNCH of random monsters or something ;o;)

When the blog was created: Uuuuhm- I think almost 3 years ago now?

Current number of followers: I always keep the number hidden but atm its 1,962

When did your blog reach its peak: Undertale fanart (I LEFT THIS ONE THE SAME CAUSE ITS THE SAME ANSWER FOR ME HHHAHA)

What made you decide to make a tumblr: InITIALLY it was cause all my friends moved to here from dA and I wanted to stay in contact .;V While I’m still pretty active on both.

I’ll tag these 10 goobs, but you don’t have to do it unless you’d like to! ;v;

@spizacki @mischieflily @synduo @hyperchronic @morningbagels @harushururu @diabebus @soupgeist @acynosure  @firelara

[lets-break-free-from-our-chains]

My Undying Passion For You- Part 2

Roan x reader The 100

-Summary:  reader is from the shadow valley clan and comes to polis with her chief/ambassador(who looks and acts like Lagertha from Vikings) because she is the chief’s second and the chief see’s her like the daughter she never had. There she meets Roan who is completely smitten with her. She’s smitten with him as well but because of her undying loyalty to her people she doesn’t act on her feelings for him. He does though, because he’s determined make her his princess and future queen. She also meets Queen Nia of Azgeda and very, very surprisingly the queen actually likes her because of her strength of her heart, mind, soul, and body, her undying loyalty, and skills as a leader which drives Roan Passion and need for the reader now knowing his mother approves of the woman he chose to be his princess.

- (A/N): Here's part 2 to "My Undying Love For You" and, sorry it took longer than I said it would to be posted. Also, please listen to the song "Inside Out"- by Chainsmokers: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oygNmMISdC0 It's a really good song and I think it's the perfect song for this part of "My Undying Love For You". Again Thank you for taking the time to read this. It means a lot to me. -xoxoxo - Warnings: Hot and steamy Smut, Dirty talk, and a whole bunch of Fluff! You've been Warned!!!

You hadn't talked to Roan since the night when he took you for a walk around Polis. Not that he hadn't tried to talk to you. In fact, he came by everyday to see you and talk to you but, every time you never had the courage to face him. Which you didn't like at all. you were a grounder and there has never been a grounder that didn't have courage! Even if a grounder's courage was based off of stupidity, at least it was still a type of courage. You had no courage at all to face him and that made you angry, furious even. Every time he came around he was stopped by Saxa on your behalf. If there was anyone else besides Getha that you knew always had your back it was Saxa.

"(y/n)'s busy running errands for Cheif Getha. Her proprieties as second come before her 'pretty boy' troubles" Saxa Stated, with her arms crossed over her chest. As you watched from were you peered out the window, hoping to go unseen, you saw Roan looked irritated at this.

"You say that everyday," he huffed, as he look away for a second then back to Saxa. "You either say that or you say that she out training with the other seconds. I'm starting to think (y/n)'s avoiding me." he studied her with narrow eyes, that dared her to lie to him again.

Saxa didn't relent or sway from the confrontation. "I don't care what you THINK!" She snapped back to him, suprising him for just a moment. "Your Highness." Saxa hissed out a second later, not missing a beat. I could tell by Roan's reaction that not many talked to him that way, if any. It made you giggle quietly, having the knowledge that Saxa's true personality was the exact opposite of the way she acting towards Roan right now.

"She's not allowed to talk to you right now! Even if she wants to, I will not allow it, HAINOFA" Saxa sneered, as she held her head high. Roan sighed, as he realized he would not be able to get through Saxa today or any other day unless she wanted him too. 'I'll just her to catch (y/n) when she's alone and her guard is down.' He thought.

"Fine, tell (y/n) that I stopped by to see how she was doing. Tell her I also need to talk to her, it's important." Roan stated, firmly. He gave Saxa a final glare, that promised that this wasn't over. 'I will have my future queen." He thought, seething, as he walk away from Louwode Kliron housing.

Saxa watched him turn and walk away, making sure he was really leaving before turning on the heels of her boots and strutting back inside. She turned to you as you step away from the window. "You'll have to talk to him sooner or later, (y/n)." she said with comforting smile, stepping closer to you. You sighed and set in a vacant chair.

"I know, I just-" you huffed out and looked at her. She sat beside you, listening, with a caring look. "It's just, the longer I put off talking to him, the longer I can pretend that we might actually could be together." you say, quietly. Confessing your deepest desire and secret was hard. "Once I tell him we can't be together because we're from different clans, my dream is over and I'll be force to live with the horrid reality of our situation." you confess. She nodded as she hugs you. You allow yourself to let a stray tear fall from you eyes as you thought of Roan. You hadn't cried in years. You cried when you received the news that your parents had fallen in battle at six years old and, you cried when Getha almost died from a gun shot to the left side of her stomach, from the Maunon, when you were ten years old. Your eyes may have welled up with tears many times but the tears never fell from your eyes. You're a grounder and as far as anyone else was concerned, grounders never cried. At least, not when others were in their presences. However, you cried now when you thought of how you and Roan could never be together. You could never be with the man you loved with all your heart.

You and Getha were in the markets looking at new clothing and furs to wear for the upcoming winter. It was fall and there was a cold nip in the air but nothing strong enough that your body's heat couldn't handle. You were always hot. In fact, you always kicked the covers off yourself in the middle of the night while sleeping and you always had to dress light or else you start burn up and sweating. Getha would always smile fondly at this and say that there was a fire inside you, like a dragon. I knew why she would compare me to a dragon. It was story about how a thousand years there where shape-shifting dragons that used to live and roam the lands of the shadow valley. The dragons were draw to the many volcanoes there and the vast tall rock mountain that they could live and hibernate in. In the story there where people that already lived there. The people made a treaty with the shape-shifters that as long as they left the people in peace, they could live and share the shadow valley with them. People of the other clans thought that because our clan, before we were even a clan at all, lived at the base of the valley before pram-fire destroyed the world that we were descendants of those people and the dragon shape-shifters. Meaning that we had dragon's blood running through our veins, making your clan dangerous in the eyes of the other clans. Your clan didn't necessarily believe the story but,your clan never openly disagreed with the other clans. If  it made your clan look strong and and it made the other clans fear you then why tell them their thoughts were wrong or stupid. Never the less, you would always laugh when Getha said this and would say that you were no dragon. You would see a flash of disagreement in her eyes but, she would always let it go. You think that Getha like to believe that her people were really as strong as dragons, that you were as strong as a dragon. As you looked around you felt like you were being watched and as you looked around you spotted Roan looking at you. You quickly look away but it was to late, Roan was walking towards you. When Roan reached you and stood beside you his hand grazed your hand, sending a shiver down your spine. You continue to browse through the clothing as he look at you. "I been coming to see you everyday. I've been wanting to talk to you." he finally spoke. You look up at him and said, "I've been busy."

"I know, that's what the angry, abrasive blonde would always say." he said. You looked away and smile. " Saxa. Her name is Saxa and, she's not always like that." You laugh. He gave you a look that said he disagreed. "I highly doubt that," he said, gruffly. "However, I didn't come over here to talk about your body guard. I came over here to ask why you've been avoiding me."

You sigh as you look down again. "Roan-" you say, still looking down. "We can't be together." you said, as you pushed pass him. however, he follow you and jumped in front of you. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that's what you want." he says. You take a breath in and let it out. You look up and, see he almost looks desperate. Although, he looked more determined.

"It doesn't matter what I want! My clan is what Matter!" You state, firmly. You try to push past him again but, he stops you. "It DOES matter what you want!" he says. "It matters to me." You sigh and was about to say something but, he spoke before you could.

"Come with me." He said, taking my hand and pulling me with him in the direction of the tower. "I want to show you something." You gave him a look of uncertainty but, he gave me a soft look. "Do you trust me?" He asked. You instantly nod your head. "Then follow me" he says, with a small smile. I finally relent and follow him, to where ever he's taking me.

The two of you were walking down a hall in The Tower of Polis, and finally you stopped at a door. Roan opened the door gesturing for me to enter first. As you enter you look around. It was a bedroom and it was huge. There was a grand bed and, a sitting area with a desk in the far corner and, a balcony that overlooked Polis. You turned to ask Roan why you were here but, as soon as you turn around his lips came crashing down onto yours. You had never been kissed and you were unsure about what you were suppose to do. However, like everything else with Roan, this felt natural. You slowly began to kiss him back, happy that he was the one taking charge. He could tell you had never done this before but, that only made him happier with this situation. He was your first, no other man had ever touched you before. Roan was possessive when it came to you. The knowledge that you were pure and untouched only served to arouse him more than he already was.

One of his hand moved from your hip up to your breasts as his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You moaned softly as he massaged your left breast. It felt so good that you didn't want to stop him. His hand moved from your breast down your stomach, as his lips left yours only to attack your neck, to your pants. he unbuttoned them and immediately slide them past your pant and underwear to your wet clit. You moaned loudly as his cold fingers rubbed your sensitive clit. He moved his lips to your right ear. "Does that feel good, ai hodnes?" He cooed, slipping a single finger in you, as you moaned. "Your so wet!" He growled, sliding another finger into you. You were extremely tight, he groaned he thought of how tight you would feel around his cock. You bucked your hips as he slide his finger in and out of you. You begin to ride his fingers and throw your head back with a silent moan as your clit started to grind against the palm of his hand. You whine in protest as he removes his fingers from inside you and, he chuckles as he picks you up, carrying you to his bed.

He put you down in front of the bed and roughly rips your clothes over your head and unclips your bra, as you kick your shoes and socks off. He yanks your pants and underwear off and pushes you back onto the bed. He takes off his jacket and shirt before he leans over you, to roughly kiss you. He reaches down once again to relentlessly rub your clit as he rids himself of his pants. He nestles his hips between your legs and kisses from your lip down your jaw to your neck and makes his way to your breasts where he starts to suck on your right nipple as he plays with the other one. You moan loudly as he slides his cock up and down your wet slit, teasing you. "please!" You whimper. He chuckles, "Do you want me to fuck you, ai gona? Do you want me to make you mine forever? Destroy your little pussy?" He growls. "YES!" You cried out.

He slowly eased into you and, you shut your eyes tightly as you let out a cry when you  feel a great pain in your nether regions. Once he is deep inside you he stops moving. He kisses away the stray tears that fall from your eyes and nuzzles your cheek, lovingly. Once the pain slowing fades away you nod your head. He slowly starts to move his hips and you feel sparks of pleasure take you over. As Roan's pace increases so does your pleasure. You moan loudly and, tightly cling to him, like he's you life line. You wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist, allowing him to thrust deeper within you. You start to scream in ecstasy as he thrusts into to in at an almost impossible pace, his moans and grunts of pleasure loud as well. You feel yourself close to the edge and, reach down to rub your clit, "Cum with me, ai haiplana." He demands. "Cum!" You felt myself let go as he speaks and, you cum with a loud scream while your body trembles and shudders. You feel him cuming deep inside you, his cum filling up your pussy completely. He stays in you a little longer before he puts out of you and lays beside you, pulling you with him and onto his chest. He covers the both of you with a blanket while he softly runs his hand up and down your back. After awhile of laying there, basking in each other presence, he rolls the both of you over. He looks down at you with a loving look and says "Osir keryon ste teina, ai Haiplana."

"Osir keryon ste teina, ai Haihefa." You say, quietly. He leans down to kiss you and, lays back down, pulling you with him. You smile as you drift to sleep in Roan's safe and strong arms. 

-(A/N) I hope it's not to bad for my first smut. I will be writing a final part to this series very soon. So keep your eyes open for that. Also I requested Roan x Pregnant!Reader one-shot coming up. -love, Heda

Trigedasleng:

Mounan- Mountain Men

Ai hodnes- My love

Ai gona- My warrior

Osir keryon ste teina- Our souls are entwined

Ai Haiplana- My Queen

Ai Haihefa- My King

[ichigopanhpff]

Ignis x Reader Fic: Next To You Pt. 3

A little early, but here’s part 3! This is slowly turning into a novella. Oh Six... -_-

And a sidenote: give Drew ofthe Drew’s “Cry, Die, Fly” a listen. I feel this song reflects the theme I’m trying to get across in the story. Enjoy!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

(Y/N)’s mobile phone alarm vibrated on the nearby coffee table, slowing stirring her from slumber. Softly groaning, her eyes gingerly flickered open to see the blinking LED light in the darkness of Ignis’ apartment with faint traces of mixed light from the street lamp and sun peeking through the curtains. She lazily reached for her phone to shut off the alarm and sighed, giving herself another 15 seconds to fully wake up, hugging her pillow still. As grateful as she was to him letting her crash at his place yet again, she didn’t want to overstay her welcome and decided to wake up an hour before him to make breakfast.

While in the gifted children’s program, they were taught everything from self-defense to home economics to fully utilize every skill set to be a functional human being to the crown prince. A deadly homemaker, as she humorously remarked. As much as she wanted to forget all those years of training, it’s all become muscle memory now.

Finally determined to wake up, she yawned, slowly sat up and reached for her glasses while throwing the blanket off of herself, welcoming the cool air on her legs and felt goosebumps rising. Even though it was near the end of summer, parts of Insomnia had interesting chilly sub-climate pockets. (Y/N) quietly pattered to the main door to grab the newspaper from outside and set it on his dining table. She then made her way into the kitchen and turned on the light on the hood for more visibility. Grabbing the bag of Ebony Dark Roast from the lower cabinet, she filled the electric kettle up with water and waited for it to come to a boil. In the meantime, she placed the coffee beans into a manual grounder and got to work.

Ignis had grown to be a coffee snob and said time and time again if you want something done to your standards, do it yourself. After grinding the beans to the right consistency, (Y/N) took out the ceramic coffee dripper from another cabinet, placed a paper filter inside it and filled it with the coffee grounds, measuring it to exactly three scoops; she knew he liked it strong and took it black.

Once the electric kettle automatically shut off, she prepared a small pot with water in it to poach some eggs while she waited for the kettle to cool off a bit before steeping the grounds. When the water in the pot came to a simmer, she drizzled a small bit of vinegar in before slowly tipping the eggs in. After three minutes, the eggs were done and the kettle water had cooled to its optimal temperature. (Y/N) steadily bloomed the grounds as the dark liquid filtered into two mugs and his portable thermos. Satisfied with her work, she set his mug aside and decided to let the aroma awaken its drinker as she grabbed some bread to make toast for the poached eggs.

She heard Ignis’ bedroom door open moments later, followed with slow footsteps softly echoing down the hall. He turned to his right and saw (Y/N) busying herself over his stove, wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts. Her bed hair had been left as is. It’d been a long time since he’s seen her like this and never realized how adorable she looked. Were her legs always that well shaped? He inwardly blamed his grogginess for this random insight and lightly shook his head.

“Morning, sunshine,” she greeted in a sing-song tone while tending to some bacon slowly frying in a pan as the toast popped up from the toaster. “Slept well?” “Well enough,” he replied while reaching for the prepared mug of coffee, trying to rub the sleep from his face. Upon sipping it, he drew his head back slightly in shock. “… You made this?” “Who else would?” “It’s… good.” “Wow, a compliment from the Impeccable Ignis,” (Y/N) drolled as she plated the bacon alongside the poached egg and grabbed the toast. “What a way to start my day.”

She took their plates to the dining table while Ignis grabbed their respective mugs and utensils. He noticed she drowned hers in milk; she’s always liked her coffee weaker than his with a spoon of brown sugar. Before sitting, he drew the living room curtains open to let sunlight in.

“Y’know, people would mistaken us as a married couple if they saw us like this,” she joked and sat down. “So this is what it feels like to have someone understand and irritate you on a daily basis,” Ignis off-handedly added and sat down across from her. “I’m not that irritating.” “You’re a six on a good day, at most.” “Thanks for that vote of confidence.”

(Y/N) looked up and her eyes widened with a slight shock; it’d been a while since she’d seen Ignis’ hair completely unstyled and not in his work clothes. He was wearing a fitted white v-neck t-shirt and charcoal grey loose fitting sweatpants. He actually looked… sexy unkempt.

Was his chest always that chiseled? His shoulders that broad? And were his eyes always that green without his spectacles?

“Are you alright?” He looked up from the newspaper and asked. “Your cheeks are pink.” “Hm?” His voice snapped her out of his thoughts. “Y-yeah. Must’ve been from cooking.”

(Y/N) sipped her coffee and dug into her breakfast, finding every possible way to not look at him directly. But she’s done so many times before. Why is it bothering her now?

“These Niflheim bastards...” She heard Ignis mutter under his breath, continuing to read the paper with a concerned expression. “They’ll be attacking us before we know it.” “Haven’t there been talks of a peace treaty?” “Nothing’s set in stone yet,” Ignis replied. “My main question is what’s their goal in this war? Land? Power?” “Curious you ask that, considering you want nothing to do with the royal family.” “Curiosity’s gotten me in nothing but trouble is what you’re saying,” (Y/N) translated and sipped her coffee. “Your words, not mine.” “Anyway.” She downed the rest of her liquid sarcasm and collected the dishes to put into the sink. “I’m gonna go get ready and get out of your hair.”

As she entered the bathroom, Ignis tended to the dishes and heard his phone chirp from its charging station in the living room. Placing the final piece of clean ceramic on the drying rack, he walked over and grabbed his device.

It was an email from the Citadel. Opening the message, he slowly scanned it with his eyes considerably widening.

King Regis agreed on the ceasefire with Niflheim, but the date of the treaty signing had yet to be announced. As part of the agreement, Noct was to wed Lady Lunafreya in Altissia and he, Gladio and Prompto were assigned to take him there in the Regalia. He’s to help the crown prince pack up his belongings before they set foot on their journey in the next few days.

He halfway expected this to happen, but so soon?

“Ig, you okay?” (Y/N)’s voice called for him, drawing him out of his thoughts. He jolted his head up and saw her look at him with a confused expression. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. It’s just work,” he dismissed and locked his phone. “I have to head out soon, so I can drop you off if you like.” “Sure. It’d be better if it’s a few blocks from the building.”

Ignis silently nodded as she continued analyzing his body language. She knew something was wrong.

“Ig...” She called softly and placed a gentle hand on his forearm, grabbing his attention to her concerned gaze. “Are you sure?” “Yes...” he lied. “We should head out in the next ten minutes.”

Ignis quickly finished his coffee, washed up and reemerged in his usual suit with his spectacles on while (Y/N) changed into her usual hoodie, t-shirt and jeans. They left his apartment and hit minor traffic en route to her sector for work due to road work.

He felt this would be a good time to tell her, but should he? This was official royal business, after all; she had no part of it. But she’s his friend and felt she had a right to know. What was the right choice in the end?

“Ig, whatever you’re debating in your head, just spit it out,” she impatiently blurted out, staring at the road. “What are you–” “Don’t play dumb. That’s beneath you,” (Y/N) dryly commented. “You’re gripping the steering wheel tightly while we’re sitting in traffic, you haven’t touched your coffee for the past four minutes and you have your thinking face on,” she listed off her analysis. “So whatever’s on your mind, which is most likely the work email you received, you’re debating whether it’s proper of you to divulge its contents to me or not because of my non-affiliation.”

There were times he hated when his logical reasoning was used against him, especially by her. He continued to remain silent.

“Ignis Scientia, I swear to the Six I will take control of the wheel and crash this goddamn car if you’re still pussyfooting around,” she threatened with a sense of eerily calm. “What happened to making clear cut decisions?”

Shit. (Y/N) used the full name card. He knew she was crossed now and it was a lost battle. Even his parents never did that. Sighing aloud, he divulged what he read from his email.

“When...” She swallowed hard, trying to digest the news she forced out of Ignis. “When do you think you’ll be back?” “A week… A month… It’s hard to say,” he murmured. “I see...”

The rest of the car ride went by in silence. (Y/N) had a gut feeling it was something related to the treaty; her parents had been talking about it non-stop and complained about how they would’ve been able to resolve things quicker if she hadn’t wasted her life not being apart of the council.

Despite her dissonance with her family, she only cared for Ignis’ safety; her one and only friend, her most important person. What could she do to assure his security when he leaves Insomnia?

“(Y/N), I’ll be fine,” he reassured to break the tension, noticing her hands wringing on the strap of her bag. “Gladio and Prompto will be there with me to protect Noct from anything that comes at us.”

Traffic gradually cleared and Ignis was able to drop her off nearby her work building as requested.

“Call me before you leave. I’d… like to see you, if that’s possible.” “It may be hard with my schedule the next few days, but I’ll try.” “Try a little harder for me? Please?” she softly pleaded. 

Ignis placed the car in the park gear and looked up to meet her expression mixed with sadness, loneliness and concern. This was why he didn’t want to tell her: he was never good at consoling the opposite sex.

“I’ll… see what I can–” he hesitantly began but was cut short by her sudden embrace.

Her head was buried halfway in the nook of his neck and caught the faint scent of his cologne. (Y/N)’s heart was pounding intensely in her chest, feeling the escalating rhythm at the base of her throat, trying to figure out why she did what she did. Ignis found his arms moving on their own and gently hugged her back, half unsure in what he was doing. He, too, felt his pulse slowly increasing from her sudden contact.

“Silly girl...” he spoke softly into her ear and stroked her hair as a way to comfort her. “I’m not leaving yet.” “I-I just felt…” she stuttered out into his collarbone. “If I didn’t do this now, I wouldn’t be able to for a long time.”

Slowly releasing, (Y/N) avoided eye contact with Ignis and hurriedly gathered her belongings, hoping he didn’t see the blush she was trying to hide with her hair.

“Have a good day… and all that stuff,” she mumbled out shyly and let herself out of the car. Quickly blending herself into the sea of the Lucian working class, she gripped the strap of her bag tightly, reeling in embarrassment.

That’s when it hit her. She had non-platonic feelings, romantic feelings, for Ignis Scientia. The insufferable perfectionist Ignis Scientia. And she hated herself for it. The Six play a damn cruel game.

All (Y/N) wanted to do right now was hide away in a hole and never come back out. Or bang her head on some kind of surface. Either one works right about now.

–

“This… is quite a lot to prepare given the timeline,” Ignis fretted, looking at the Citadel’s schedule for their upcoming trip. “Is there any way to get an extension on this, General Drautos?” “As much as I’d love to, our honorable guests from Niflheim are to arrive within the next five days,” Drautos tiredly replied. He noticed the general’s cheekbones have sunken in more. “Do you think you can make do?”

The adviser softly sighed and adjusted his spectacles as he re-read the document until it was fully committed to memory and nodded.

“I’m sure I can make this work if the rest of the group pitches in.” “Good. I leave it in your capable hands,” the general finalized. “We’ll be in touch should anything change. Keep your mobile on you at all times.” “Yes sir.”

Ignis gathered his belongings, formally bowed and left the Crownsguard office. As he took his mobile phone out, he heard Gladio’s voice call for him down the hall.

“Ah, just the person I was looking for...” he greeted and put his phone away. “What’s up, Iggy?” “I’m guessing you received intel on our upcoming trip?” “Yup. This’ll be fun. Our first time outta Crown City...” Gladio replied with an excited smirk. “Regardless, we need to be prepared. I’ll need your help gathering supplies.” “You got it. Just tell me what I need to get.”

He took his mobile phone out again and sent Gladio a list of items he’d be most efficient with gathering. The two walked down the long marble hallway, listening to their footsteps echo down the corridor in conjunction with the sounds of clattered armor at the opposite end. They walked past two guards and greeted one another.

“You look a little tired, Iggy. Long night?” Gladio asked with a suggestive tone. “I’m exhausted from all the drinking we did,” he briskly replied and took another sip of coffee from his thermos. He looked down at it with significance. It’s strange how (Y/N) made it the same way he did daily, but hers tasted better.

“Coffee that good today?” Gladio pointed out. “Yes… It’s rather tastier than usual.”

Gladio hummed with interest and decided to continue chiding Ignis.

“(Y/N) made it?” “… Yes.”

Ignis knew where this was going.

“Sure you two aren’t an item?” “She’s just a friend and nothing more.” “I dunno if you’re just telling yourself that or you’re really that emotionally idiotic,” Gladio casually replied. “No, please. Tell me what you really think.” “Look, friends of the opposite sex don’t normally do the stuff you two do, like letting her crash at your place on a whim and make breakfast for you both,” he pointed out. “That’s couple stuff. The fact she made that extra effort on the coffee for you means something.”

Gladio’s words struck a chord in him. Thinking back on it now, his previous girlfriends never did that for him when they slept over. It was always him doing so, mostly out of habit. It was different with (Y/N) for some reason; his trust with her ran deep. Only now did he realize there were so many pieces of their lives that fit together and entwined like a red thread of fate.

“I’m sure she did it out of courtesy,” Ignis brushed off his friend’s observation. “Considering how impulsive she can be most of the time.” “I dunno. If you ask me, she’s got guts. Up and leaving her family responsibilities to make her own path,” Gladio remarked with respect. “She would’ve made a great Crownsguard, if you ask me.” “I’m sure her parents would be elated to hear that.” “Just… keep an open mind, Iggy,” his friend coerced. “You can’t plan everything out in life. (Y/N)’s good for you. She keeps you on your toes.” “I wish she wouldn’t. Just last night, she was taking off her–”

He immediately stopped himself mid-sentence. Feeling the heat rise up to his cheeks, Ignis cleared his throat, not wanting the passing guards to misunderstand the conversation.

“Taking off her what now?” his friend asked with interest. “It’s– Never mind.” “C’mon. You can’t just stop right at the juicy part,” Gladio teased with a sly look and playfully elbowed his bicep. “Don’t you have supplies to go pick up?” Ignis harshly dismantled the topic and turned it right back to business. “We both have a few busy days ahead. I suggest you not slack like Noct and Prompto.” “Yessir,” he lazily responded and eye rolled.

Gladio walked a few steps ahead and stopped halfway, giving some parting advice. “If you don’t snag her up, someone else might.”

[lets-break-free-from-our-chains]

My Undying Love For You Part 1

Roan x Grounder!Reader

Summary: (THIS IMAGINE HAS BEEN UPDATED AS OF 09/17/19!) reader is from the Obsidian Mountain Clan; A.K.A Obsidimounkru and comes to polis with her chief/ambassador(who looks and acts like Lagertha from Vikings) because she is the chief’s second and the chief sees her like the daughter she never had. There she meets Roan who is completely smitten with her. She’s smitten with him as well, but because of her undying loyalty to her people she doesn’t act on her feelings for him. He does though, because he’s determined make her his. She also meets Queen Nia of Azgeda and very, very surprisingly the queen actually likes her because of her strength of her heart, mind, soul, and body. Her undying loyalty, and skills as a leader are only a few of the many things that drive Roan’s passion and need for the reader. Now holding the knowledge that his mother approves of the woman he chosen, he’ll do whatever it takes to prove to the reader that the risk is all worth it.

(A/N): There’s not enough Roan in the world which, I can safely say that everyone who is reading this one-shot can agree with me. Please listen to the song “Winter in my heart” by Vast - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KO9BMAbiOfc! It’s an amazing song and really sets the story’s mood. I listened to it while I wrote this one-shot. Oh, and thank you so much for taking the time to read my story, it means so much. Really, it does. -xoxoxo

(Word Count: 2.4k)

The movement of your horse, Artemisia, helped to calm your nerves. You would be meeting with the commander of the 13 clans in a short time. The first thing you could see was the looming tower in the center of Polis; standing in the distance as your group of fellow warriors rode through the forest. It felt strange to have all these trees surrounding you. You felt like you barely had enough room to breathe. You missed the obsidian rocks and black coal of the Obsidian Mountains and the open plains of the valley, the mountain hovered over.

You missed the heat of the shadow mountains’ rocks, warmed by the volcanoes around the mountain, beneath your bare feet; the blueish grey skies above your head. The sun already ever showed itself in the mountains, but thankfully it did so in the valley; where your clan grew its crops. You also missed the smudges of charcoal and dirt left on your body from exploring the valley; you were forced to wash it all off, so you looked presentable to meet Heda. You felt bare and exposed without it, and even worse, you felt disconnected from your home; the Obsidian Mountains.

 Even though you were homesick you couldn’t deny your excitement of going to polis once again. You had only gone to Polis a few times in your life. You have never left the shadow valley for any other reason. You have never even been to any other clan territories with fellow warriors or your mentor and chief.

 You stopped at the top of the hill and turned your horse around a little so that you could gaze at your homeland. You could see the jagged mountains and volcano from there. Most people wouldn’t have seen it as a wise decision to build a life there, but almost villages where up in the mountains. The few that were near the base of the mountains, and those people were the ones to farm the valley.

  You gazed fondly at the obsidian filled mountains. Your mentor, the clan Chief, Getha, must have seen you stop and look at the mountain because she turned her horse around and made her way towards you; only to halt and settle beside you.

 “I know you miss home, (y/n). You’ve only been away from home a few times in your life and you’ve never been away for long. However, I believe this will be good for you. Your already (Y/A) name days and you must learn more about your fellow clans and how important the Coalition is. How the Coalition keeps the peace.” Getha said, she was always gentle but, stern and strong with you.

 She took you in and raised you as her own after your parents were killed in a battle against another clan, when you were only 6 name days old. A time before Leksa kom Trikru became commander and started the Coalition. That was one of the reasons you were such a diehard about the Coalition. It kept the peace between the 12 clans. Well as much peace as you can have when it comes to the clans.

 Getha has said on a few occasions that you were like the daughter she never had, though she is somewhat gentle to you she’s not really one for mushy moments. Sure, she protected you as much as she could without making you look weak, and she made sure that after training you weren’t beat up to bad. Other than that, she was a strong, fierce, and a somewhat ruthless Chief.

 Although you don’t see anything wrong with that. she’s your idol, she was your second chance at having a mother, she’s your mentor, and she’s your Chief. You would choose her as your chief over a weak spineless chief any day.

 You nod as you looked a moment longer at the mountains before you turned your head in her direction. She had a soft smile on her face; a rare one she reversed only for you. “I know, and I’m excited to be going to Polis. I mean if I want to be a real warrior, I should leave home at some point. I can’t wait to meet, Heda and the other 12 Clans.” you say, returning her smile with one of your own. “Good.” She stated, “Now. Let’s catch up with the others.” you nod in agreement and turn your horse in the direction of Polis once more and nudge your horse forward, storming after Getha’s racing form.

(Time Skip; Polis)

You looked around in wonder at the city of Polis as your horse leisurely strolled through the streets behind Chief Getha. You didn’t think it would ever matter how many you come to Polis; you will always be left in awe. Yes, it was rough looking and worn down but, it was far grander than anything you had ever seen. However, you were unaware that you had caught the eye of a certain Azgeda prince training with his fellow warriors.

 (Roan’s P.O.V)

Roan had been training when he noticed warriors from the Obsidimounkru had arrived in Polis and were making their way to their clan’s housing. However, that fact became unimportant when his eyes settled on a young woman. She had long (h/c) hair that was intricately braided and her (e/c) eyes shined brightly as she looks around in wonder at the city. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he’d even seen and, it took ALOT to catch his attention the way she had. The leader said something to her as she slowly came out of her trace. She looked at her leader and sat up straight as pole in her saddle, watching her leader like a hawk as she gave a sharp determined nod of her head. he smirked at her eagerness; she must be a second to a seasoned warrior. He hoped he would see her again before she left for her homeland.

When Roan turned around his mother was standing beside him, effectively startling him. The Queen’s mouth twitched upward at this. “What do you want, mother?” Roan said, trying to salvage what dignity he had left.

 “She must be something special for you to forget your surrounding so easily” his mother commented, “I been standing here for the pass five minutes waiting for you to answer me back.” Roan’s cheeks tinted to a light pink;

 “And your question was….” he said, his words trailing off. She turned to face him and look at him with a thoughtful look.

 "I asked if you would be accompanying me to talk to Heda.” She said, though Roan got the feeling she also wanted to ask him another question now. He sighed and nodded his head.

 “Good, then let’s go.” She said sternly, forever the one dealing out commands. He rolled his eyes as she walked past him but, trailed after her anyway.

 (Your P.O.V)

After you and your fellow warriors settled into your living space, all of you conversed with other warriors of your clan that were already in Polis. You were surprised how much it looked like home inside the housing area. Other warriors were asking you about what was going on in your homeland and asking how your training was going.

 “My, how you’ve grown!” One of Getha trusted warrior said, “Seems like the last time I saw you; you were this high!” she said, holding her hand out next to her hip. You laughed and said,

 “Surely it hasn’t been that long, Saxa!”

 She smiled and slung her arm around your shoulders as you both turned and walked to the main room of the housing. Getha was there, sitting at a table with a few other warriors talking; when she saw you, she stood up and made her way over to you, “Are you ready to meet Heda, (y/n)”

 You let out a nervous sigh and nodded. Saxa held you tighter and let out a loud laugh. “Of course, she is, Getha! (Y/n)’s the bravest of us all!” She bellowed, throwing her head back while laughing.

 Saxa has always be a free spirted person. She loved to laugh and joke around but, if you pissed her off, she was a force to be reckoned with. You had always loved that about Saxa; she was the right amount of loving and the right about of fierceness. She’s all the sunshine you’d ever need in Obsidimounkru. Getha had a slightly exasperated look in her eyes but, smiled never-the-less. “Let’s move out then.” Getha said.

 Luckily you were within walking distance of the Commander’s Tower and you all reached it in no time at all. You stood between Saxa and Getha as all of you took the lift to the top floor were Heda would be. As you reached the top floor Getha spoke,

 “Now, I know you already know this but, bend the knee to Heda once we’ve entered the throne room, be respectful, and address her only as Heda.” you nodded to Getha and, she gave a small smile as the doors to the lift opened.

 You walked down the Hall to the double doors where a few guards were standing and, upon reaching them, they opened both the doors; allowing you to enter. There she sat, with sunlight shining around her, beautiful and blinding; all while radiating strength and power. There were two others in the throne room besides the guards and Flame-Keeper. A man who looked to be in his late 20’s and a woman who looked old enough to be his mother.

 ‘Azgeda.’ You thought to yourself as you saw the markings on their face when they turned towards you. The woman looked at you and you saw her lips twitch upward as she looked at the man. You look towards the man who was staring at me with a foreign look in his eyes. No one has ever looked at you the way he’s looking at you right now and you couldn’t really describe it.

 You turned back to Heda Leksa and, as Getha and our fellow warriors begin to kneel, you quickly followed, as all of you greet her at the same time. “Heda.” your group says in unison. The bald man, dressed in a robe with tattoos on his head, beside her looks pleased at this.

 “gyon op, gonakru. Monin hou ge Polis” Heda Leksa spoke. you rose from your kneeled position and stood before her as Getha nodded. “Heda, Yu get in ai os ba, ai na bilaik yu ge hit op ai seken, (y/n) kom Obsidimounkru.” Getha nodded to you. You bow your head to the commander, “Heda” you say. Heda Leksa gave you a small smile and nodded her head in greeting.

 Getha began speaking to Heda about the Obsidian Mountains and Valley; giving the recent reports of it. Once they were done speaking, Heda Leksa excused herself and Getha began speaking with the Azgeda woman. Getha turned to you and said, “(y/n), this is Haiplana Nia and Hainofa Roan kom Azgeda. Haiplana Nia, Hainofa Roan, this is (y/n) kom Obsidimounkru, my second.”

 The Queen. You had heard a lot about her and most of what you heard was not good. You bow your head to them “Haiplana Nia, Hainofa Roan.” You said. they nodded to you and then the prince spoke, “Would you like to take walk with me around Polis, (Y/N)?” he asked. You looked surprised before looking to Getha and, she gave a nod. You turn to Roan and smiled, “Yes, I would love to Prince Roan.”

 As you both left you began to talk. You found that the two of you had a lot in common though you did have a lot of differences. However, you thought these differences complimented each other perfectly. You joked around and continuously flirted with each other but, nothing more. Your shared banter came easy and as more time passed you became more and more fond of him. The only problem being is that you two were from different clans.

 As you came to Obsidimounkru housing you both stop and turned to each other. You were able to really look at him now and boy was he a sight for sore eyes. he had shoulder length brown hair; half of his hair tied but out of his face. he had a trimmed five o'clock shade with traditional Azgeda markings, and the prettiest blue eyes. he was very muscular, and he held himself with pride and confident with a little arrogance but, hey, you always had been attracted to guys with confidence.

 "You know, I’ve really enjoyed our time together, (Y/N).” He said, his gruff husky voice did wonders for you and, the way your name rolled off his tongue sent shivers down your body. “I was wondering if maybe we could do this again as a date?” you hesitated, you were already so fond of him and now he wanted to court you. You couldn’t make up your mind, your heart was telling you hell yes but, your mind was telling you hell no, stay loyal to your clan.

 "I don’t know. I mean it would be different if we were from the same clan but, that not the case.” you said, completely unsure of yourself for the first time ever. He looked worried as you said this. Worried that you would turn him down for sure.

 "I’m not saying we should go get married right away.” He says, ‘Though I would be completely okay with that’ he thought.

 “I just asking for one date and if you still feel the same then that’s fine.” You look away as you purse your lips together while eyebrows furrowed in thought. Roan smiled at your thoughtful face and thought 'That’s adorable.’

 You finally look at him and say, “I’ll think about it, Roan.” he nodded his head, a little disappointed you didn’t make your decision right away but, he was just happy you didn’t say no.

 You start walking up the steps of your clans housing and when you reach the door you turn around to see he’s still staring after you with that indescribable look in his eyes “Roan,” he nods his head to show he’s listening, “I really enjoyed our time together, as well.” You said and turn around to head inside. You missed the big smile on his face. 

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Trigedasleng:

Heda- (the) Commander

gyon op, gonakru. Monin hou ge Polis. - Rise, warriors. Welcome back to Polis.

Heda, Yu get in ai os ba, ai na bilaik yu ge hit op ai seken, (y/n) kom Obsidimounkru. -Commander, you know me well but, I would like you to meet my second, (y/n) of the Obsidian Mountain Clan.

Haiplana – Queen

Hainofa – Prince

Azgeda - The Ice Nation

Obsidimounkru- The Obsidian Mountain Clan

Polis - Capitol for all 12 Grounder Clans, Home of The Commander

Kongeda - The Coalition