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laladellakang · 3 years ago

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kim f-ing doyoung

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2022.01.26

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the boys all had a dream of the 'what if' au

another scenario of the au

more treasure moments

someone gets jealous of della being close with another idol

more dewon, nilla and sulla moments

connected to 'what if?’ | ! 4k words !

y'all this was such a hard chapter, it took me so long, i'm so sorry

ALL MIN- OUR- MINE

'We should have fucking shared,' was the last thing I said in my dream (more like nightmare, actually) before I woke up with a heavy weight on my chest. It felt as if someone had pushed on it and I can barely breathe.

Fuck I need water.

I got up to grab my bottle and drank a few gulps as I sat back down on the bed.

God, I can't imagine how it'll be if I hadn't agreed to share. I'm so glad that we decided to take that risk.

What would I be doing now if she wasn't min- ours?

Would I just watch and stay single? Waiting for her? Constantly yearn for her? Pray that she'll leave him and be with us? Continuously be sad-

"Baby, why are you up?" I felt Della's lips attach themselves onto my shoulder with her soft hands trailing up and down my bare back. "Come back to bed."

"I had a nightmare, sorry love," I placed a hand on her thigh. "It kinda.. shook me up a bit."

"Aww, do you wanna talk about it?" she started massaging my tense shoulders. Her touch is like absolute magic, I swear.

"I'm just glad that you're ours, babe. I can't imagine how it would've been like if you weren't," I turned my head to give her a brief kiss. "You could've been with anyone but you chose us instead. We're really lucky," I don't really wanna tell her about the specifics.

"Are you kidding?! I'm the lucky one! I swear I'm the luckiest person in the world to be able to uhh.. bag you guys," she furrowed your eyebrows. "Some nightmare you have there, darling. Do you wanna cuddle?" her aegyo voice, I swear to God.

"I just wanna cuddle," I pouted. Both of us laid back on the bed with my head on her chest while she plays with my hair.

This is so nice. I love the feeling of her skin against mine.

"You're my big baby, aren't you?" but I hate how much I love being treated like this by my girlfriend.

"I'm your baby," I let out a small smile.

We stayed in that position for a while before Della noticed something.

"Umm.. babe? You good?" she giggled as we made eye contact.

"Sorry, baby. You can't blame me! We're both-" she cut me off with a kiss.

This woman.

This woman is all mine.

Well- ours but at least she's also mine.

PETTY ASS

"Kim Sunoo," I advert my attention from my phone to look at her before noticing that we were the only two in the green room.

Crap I think she finally noticed.

I've been trying to avoid her all day. The nightmare I had last night shook me up bad. Heck- I even woke up crying.

"Don't you wanna go with Sunoo? He's your groupmate," she was talking to Kim Doyoung. The '03 born from Treasure.

In this dream, the '03 liners of K-Pop were invited to this grand ball of some sort, and we were supposed to have a date.

I really wanted to ask Della but I guess Doyoung beat me to it?

"Sunoo? Nah, I only like him as a brother. He's not my type anyway- he drives me nuts," my heart broke when I heard her say that.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing! He just thinks I like-like him when really-" she scoffed. "I'll never date him. Who in their right mind will date their brother?" that's when my chest started to feel heavy. It became hard for me to breathe.

"Then you'll go with me?"

"Definitely," and they flew away together to head to the venue.

Oh yeah, we all had wings in the dream too.

"Kim Sunoo, are you listening?" I'm suddenly reminded of the real Della. The one who's actually my girlfriend, not his.

"No, I'm sorry. Can you repeat? I zoned out," I know it's not her fault. It's just a dream. A terrible dream. Nightmare Della does not equal to real life Della.

But I am quite a petty person.

"What happened? Did I do something? You've been ignoring me all day," she sighed, sitting next to me.

"No I'm not," stupid answer, Sunoo.

"Yeah and apart from ignoring me, you've also been very snappy. Especially to me," she kept a serious tone but her nervous habit of playing with her necklace gave it away. She's worried.

Ugh, what am I? Going through puberty? You're turning twenty in a couple of months, Kim Sunoo.

"Kim Doyoung should speak to you sweetly," WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SAY THAT?!

"Kim Doyoung...? Of Treasure? NCT? What?" she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

Okay dude, that's enough.

"I'm sorry, Lala," I sighed, locking my phone and putting it down. "I had a nightmare with you and Doyoung- the one from Treasure."

"Aww, baby- I'm so sor-"

"No! No sorry!" I instantly hugged her tight. "I'm so sorry for being so petty," I said in aegyo.

Damn, I miss her a lot. Barely interacting with her for the whole day didn't feel that bad earlier, but I'm now just aware of how much I long for her.

"I forgive you, Ddeonu. Nightmare me must have been so horrible," she reciprocated the aegyo while lightly drawing circles on my back.

"She was! But I just wanna cuddle with real-life-Lala now," I couldn't help but grin. She really is a bear! A cute, cuddly teddy bear!

"We can cuddle at home, darling. The others are waiting in the car," oh shit yeah- that's where the others went.

"Okay, let's go- ah!" I groaned at the ache in my legs. Why did I even bother to work out before practice? Just because some of the members do it doesn't mean you have to too.

"Sunoo-ya," Della chuckled lowly, which I absolutely despise. It's so attractive.

She bent forward slightly in front of me and pulled me on top of her back for a piggyback ride.

"Della-ya!"

"Good thing I skipped leg day today," this woman- I swear to God.

SHOW OFF

I walked through the door with stiff shoulders, still a bit shaken up from the dream I had in the car.

I don't think I've ever had a nightmare outside of the bedroom before, but I guess I was so tired from my schedule today that I just.. caught it.

The first thing I'm going to do now that I'm home is cuddle Della and buy a penguin plushie online.

And write a short letter or something.

I stopped in front of Della's door when I heard another man's voice, a couple of them.

"Della-ya, Della-ya! Have you watched the first episode?" it sounded like it was a call.

"Of course! It's been days and I watched as soon as I got the notification- I'm offended Ruto-ya," ahh it's Treasure...

WAIT TREASURE?!

No- Park Sunghoon, it's probably those five members that she's closest with.

"Sorry! I forgot that you're actually a Teume."

"Della-ya! You're gonna dye your hair right?! Let's dye it the same colour again!" wait a minute... Kim Doyoung?!

I immediately knocked on her door and entered as soon as she said a 'come in.'

"Hi oppa!" she held her hand out to me. She was sat at her desk with her laptop in front of her.

"Hi darling," I walked over to wrap my arms around her neck. I looked at the screen and saw four members in a.. studio-like room?

I recognised all of them. Haruto and Asahi, some of her closest friends. Mashiho, Alice's bias.

And him, Kim Doyoung.

'Cuddle this bunny. It's not the original but in essence, you'll be cuddling me.'

Oh my God, that dream was so vivid.

"Hi hyung!" he greeted first. Ugh that dream might ruin how I fucking view him. He's such a nice guy in real life.

Well he was also a nice guy in the dream. He just wasn't the type of nice that I liked.

"Hi everyone," I waved after everyone greeted.

"How was your schedule?" Della looked up at me with those adorable sparkly eyes of hers.

"Nothing new. Wonyoung told me to tell you that she wants to hang out with you and Yujin," I gave out a soft smile before picking her up and sitting on her chair, placing her on top of my lap.

Let me show off a bit. I never get to actually show Della off as my girlfriend.

"Eyy ey eyy," Haruto teased. I grinned sheepishly while placing a kiss on her shoulder.

"How nice it is to date someone in the same group as you," Mashiho sighed dramatically.

"She's dating all of them" "How nice it is to have a lover in general," Asahi and Doyoung said at the same time, causing Della to let out a light laugh.

"Anyway- I think I might make something to eat, I'm kinda hungry. Thanks so much for today guys!" Della stretched before waving at the four. "By the way- Doyoung, we can match but I'm definitely dying it blonde."

Damn right. Jake, Della and I made a pact to bleach our hair, and Della and I agreed to go icy. She still doesn't believe that we'll actually do it.

"Alright, I'll see later. Hyunsuk-hyung is already blond."

"Bye, eat loads. Thanks for today, Della," Asahi said first with a wave.

"Bye! Bye Della, bye hyung!" "Bye Della, thank you! Bye Sunghoon-hyung" "Bye! Eat loads Della-ya, bye Sunghoon," Della turned off the call after the other three said their goodbyes.

"Why are you jealous? Hm?" she immediately circled her arms around my neck.

I love when I don't have to tell her anything because she just knows. It could get a bit embarrassing if I actually admit it.

"There was Kim Doyoung," I hid my face in her neck to conceal the dumb pout I couldn't control.

"Why? What's wrong with-" she cut herself off and stayed silent for a few seconds. "You had a dream," goddammit her sixth sense is truly scary.

"Mm," I whined as I hugged her tighter.

Stupid. Why did you whine?

"Aww, my poor prince," AHH I LOVE IT WHEN SHE PLAYS WITH MY HAIR.

Lovesick bitch.

"Your muscles are still so tense, babe. Didn't you make it clear enough that I'm yours?" her fingers were lightly tickling any exposed skin I had.

"Keep doing that," I mumbled in aegyo. Ew. "Maybe it'll help me relax."

"I can draw you a hot bath if you wa- ah!" I picked her up before she could finish her sentence. "Let's go!"

LIKE THE DRAMAS

"Did anyone order anything?!" I called out when I heard the doorbell.

"Can you check?! Maybe it's someone's package!" Sunoo replied from our room.

I got up and head towards the monitor to check who it is first.

What the- it's the guy I dreamt of a couple of days ago. The guy from Treasure.

Kim... Ah I can't remember his name and I'm about to open the door.

"Sorry Wonie! I was putting on a bra- ow! Shit- that's karma, isn't it?" Della hit her shoulder on her door frame immediately upon leaving her room. "I'll get the door."

I hid behind the wall to peek at the two.

"Hi!" he entered before closing the door behind him. They gave each other a quick hug, something Della always does with her friends and never usually bothers me.

But it does now, as the memory of the dream came rushing back to me.

Now I remember. It wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare.

They were lying on her bed with him staring at her with so much love. He looks like how we look at her, but for some reason, it seems more romantic.

When I called out for her, all she did was ignore me. I kept saying her name over and over yet it was as if I wasn't there.

"Della! Doyoung!" someone called from behind me, and that was when she adverted her attention. She gave out a large smile before walking over to the voice while holding Doyoung's hand.

I looked back and saw one of Treasure's leaders, Hyunsuk, circling his arms around the couple's shoulders.

"Thank you! Sorry for the hassle!" I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the door opening.

"Nah, it's nothing. Say 'hi' to the members for me," he left with a small wave.

"Jungwonie, I know you're still there," she's... so scary.. "You're not being sneaky, you know. We can see you, darling," oh okay then.

"Why did he come here?" I walked over to her slowly.

"Yoshi-oppa made this for our anniversary," oh my god, how did I not notice the painting.

"Wahh, it's so cool," it really was cool. I'm just still worked up about the nightmare.

"Wonie-" she put down the canvas and opened her arms.

My shoulders relaxed before I entered her arms excitedly.

"I had a nightmare that you were dating Doyoung-hyung," I pressed my cheek against her shoulder, making my voice sound slightly different. "-and then you didn't hear me when I called out for you but you heard when Hyunsuk-hyung did," I closed my eyes in delight as she played with my hair.

"Aww, my darling," I smiled at the kiss she placed on my head. "I'm so sorry. I thought that Junghwanie was the one dropping the painting off but I guess he was busy so Doyoung did instead."

"It's okay, Lala. It was just a bad coincidence," I pulled away to look at her.

Woah, I kinda wanna try out something.

"Lala, can I do kabedon? And pretend like I'm the jealous male lead in dramas?" she let out a light laugh.

"Sure, Wonie," she straightened up her posture.

"Ya, Kang Della," ahh her smile is so sweet that I can't keep a straight face.

Focus, Yang Jungwon. Focus.

"You're mine, do you understand? I don't like it when you talk to other boys," I quickly did the kabedon, staring into her eyes.

"Alright, Yang Jungwon," she smiled widely as I leaned in for a kiss.

"Ah that surprised me!" what is up with me today.. How did I also not hear Jake opening the door?

I'M NOT BABY!

"Riki-kun, you're being awfully cute," Della giggled when I pulled her to my lap. She's so cuddly!

"I'm not cutee," I whined, unintentionally confirming what she just said. Shit.

"Cutee," she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed our cheeks together. "Our youngest memberr."

"I'm not cute! I'm manly!" stop pouting then idiot!

Why can't I control it?

I guess all my clinginess today has effected the way I'm acting too.

I had a bad dream last night that was absolutely painful.

She was dancing with another boy group member, and it was a couple dance. He had to hold her, it was a romantic choreography.

Which, by the way, we've never done together.

So it's only natural that I cling onto her all day and asked to do a couple dance (after our schedules, of course).

Good thing the hyungs understood so they let me have her all to myself.

"You can be both cute and manly, darling," she kissed my cheek. "Do you wanna keep dancing?"

"No I just wanna cuddle now," I leaned to the side so we would lay down on the green room couch.

"Okay, my love," she giggled. "Are you extra tired today? Is that why you've been so clingy?"

"I had a bad dream," WHY AM I POUTING AGAIN?

"Aww, Riki-kun. Can I ask what it's about?" she played with my ears. This feels like such a soft moment, I lo- no.

Let it go, Riki. She's like this with the others too. She doesn't see you as a kid. Just let it go. Channel your inner Elsa.

"You were couple dancing with someone else- someone who is not the hyungs," I hid my face into her neck. How does she still smell goo- she put on perfume and deodorant earlier, Riki. You saw her.

"Kim Doyoung of Treasure?" what?

"Uhh.. Is his emoji a rabbit? And does he have red hair?" I suddenly recalled. I don't know how I thought of the rabbit but for some reason, there was something that told me that he was a rabbit.

"Yeah and not anymore. He did for a long time though," oh well then it's definitely him. "It is him, isn't it?"

"How did you know?" I mumbled, leaving soft kisses on her neck while hugging her tighter.

Because she has sixth sense? Why el-

"The members have been dreaming about him too," oh that's why. "I'm so sorry I did that in your dream, darling."

"It was the worst dream I've had in a long time!" I whined before shifting our position so I would lie on top of her with my head on her chest. "I just wanted to cuddle this whole day."

"So that's why you wanted to couple dance, immediately," she played with my hair and kissed the top of my head. The action makes me feel so loved, I absolutely love it. "You must be so tired now though, no? After schedules and everything."

"Mhmm," I nodded slightly. "You must be tired too. I'm so sorry for being so selfish," in retrospect, I'm should've been aware of how Della must be equally as exhausted. We had the same schedule, how did I not realise?

"I'm okay, Riki-kun. Let's just go back home, yeah? The others must be worried," she pat my back. "Come on- let's go, baby."

"I'm not baby!"

"It's just a nickname!"

A BIT DISTRACTED

"Isn't that a different formula though? I thought we used this one to find that?" Della furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"Wait what? Give me a second.." I brought her book closer to examine the question.

Oh yeah, she's right.

"Whoops. Yeah, you're right. Sorry 'bout that," I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"Jaeyun, what's up? You seem so distracted," she set her books aside to fully focus on me.

"Ahh, I'm sorry. I think my brain's just a bit fried," I tried to avoid her eye contact.

It was just a dream. It shouldn't bother me the way it does. Della's with us and not him. She's my girl and not his.

"Doyoungie," she giggled, intertwining her fingers with his. She was sat on his lap while he planted kisses all over her face.

Music was playing in the background- Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran. Our song.

"I love you, my baby," they were conversing in English- which I'm not sure he's fluent in but he was in the dream.

"I love you so much more, Sammy," I had no idea why she called him Sammy too. I thought his name was Kim Doyoung.

"Stay with me forever?" she blushed when he said that, pulling his face in for a kiss while mumbling an 'of course.'

They were doing the things that we always do. Things that belong to us. It hurts so fucking much.

A soft feeling on my lips snapped me out of my little daydream. She kissed me.

I placed a hand behind her head to bring her closer so we could properly kiss.

She's ours, Jakey. She's all yours.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" she pulled away and placed her forehead against mine.

"I want cuddles," did I just fucking pout and talk in aegyo? What the fuck?

She giggled before getting up and sitting on my lap, gently pushing my head into her chest.

Ahh I love it when she babies me.

Wait what? No you don't.

"Poor Jakey," she said in a baby voice. She's absolutely adorable but I know that it's just a trap. She wants me to let out my inner aegyo, I know it. "You had a nightmare, didn't you?"

"Mhm," I nodded with a pout. Fuck it, as long as no one else sees me like this.

"I'm so sorry, my love. I'm right here though. I'm all yours," she played with my hair. It feels extra nice because of how long it is at the moment. "I'm only yours, the boys', and no one else- besides God and myself.. but no one else's after that!"

I couldn't help but laugh. She really is so cute.

"You're ours!" I tightened my grip around her. "I love you, my baby," gotta counteract that shit of a dream, amirite?

"I love you so much more, Jakey," yeah, that's right, fuck Sammy.

I'm so sorry Kim Doyoung. You're a really nice guy in real life but I really hate nightmare you.

"Stay with me forever?" I looked up from her chest to make eye contact, knowing that it'll most likely make her blush.

There's my girl.

"Always, Jakey."

"Yeah, keep calling me that," I mumbled as I pulled her face in for a kiss.

"I thought you liked being called-"

"Jake-hyung! I need your help!"

DEJA VU...?

"Where's Lala?" I asked Jay and Niki, who were both in the living room.

"I think she's meeting up with some of her friends," Niki answered with his eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Oh okay," I made my way over to the kitchen.

"You're not gonna ask who she's with?!" Jongseong called out.

Why...?

"Itzy?!" I opened the fridge to grab a drink.

"Boy!" a boy?

"Tubatu?!"

"It's Treasure, hyung!" Niki answered for me.

I stopped sipping my drink when I heard that name.

Deja vu.

I know Della's friends with them but why does it sound.. oddly familiar..

-and not the good type, too.

I walked back to the living room and looked at the two with furrowed eyebrows.

"Sound familiar?" Jay smirked when he saw my face.

"Yeah, they're her friends. They've been friends for a while now," but still, there's something peculiar about that group. "It's just... I don't know, something's weird.."

"Kim Doyoung," Niki suddenly blurted out. That's when it hit me.

'They all have their own rooms and I'll probably hang out in Doyoung's. We're just friends, oppa.'

"Is he the..." I needed to make sure. Is she really hanging out with the same guy I dreamt her with last night?

"03 line, from Seoul, red hair last comeback, his name starts with a D, dancer, flirty, oldest in the maknae line-" Jongseong kept listing. What the?

"Just like Della," Niki added. Why are these two fuckers smiling so much?

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I said with a small chuckle. "-and why are you grinning?"

"You'll see," right as Jay said that, the sound of the door unlocking could be heard.

「ただいま!」Della's absolutely adorable, loveable, addicting, soft- [tadaima = i'm home]

「おかえり!」the two boys replied at the same time. [okaeri = welcome home]

"Lala!" I put my drink down on the table and rushed to greet her at the door.

"Hi oppa- oh!" she giggled when I picked her up.

"Have fun!" was the last thing we heard before I shut my bedroom door.

"Darlingg," I whined, nuzzling my head into her chest. "I missed youu," SHE'S SO CUDDLY AHH.

"I missed you too, my love," she ran her fingers through my hair. "Can I take my socks off first?" I shook my head as an answer. "Aww, baby- did something happen when I was gone?" FUCKK SHE'S USING HER AEGYO VOICE.

Lee Heeseung. Stop. You sound so whipped it's ridiculous.

"No, I just missed you," I reciprocated her aegyo voice with a pout. Fuck it, I am lovesick. So what? She's my girlfriend.

"Did you have a nightmare?" she brushed my hair out of my face to see me better.

She really does know people so well it's scary sometimes. I swear she has a sixth sense.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were going to Treasure's dorm?" I held her tighter and hid my face into her chest.

"I'm sorry, oppa. You weren't home earlier so I didn't. I only told Riki and Jay-oppa," she placed a kiss on my head, making my heart flutter.

"Noo, I'm sorry.. I just had a bad dream that included you and Treasure so I felt a bit uneasy. But I trust both you and them, I swear," I smiled when I felt her nonstop head kisses. They feel so cute.

"I know, oppa. Doyoung wasn't-" I abruptly lifted my head to look at her with wide eyes.

I don't think I mentioned his name earlier..?

"Funny story-" she laughed lightly while stroking my cheek. "All the boys have been having Doyoung related dreams lately. Scary, isn't it?"

What the fu- ahh that's why those two kept pestering me.

"Soulmate things," I grinned, rubbing my nose against hers.

Her fucking giggles. I hate them so much. Why are they so adorable and addicting?

"I think something happened with me and Doyoung in another dime-" fuck no.

"Nope! Don't wanna hear it! You're ours in every dimension, in every lifetime and every universe," she giggled into the hard kiss I initiated afterwards.

"I wasn't with him anyway. I was in a different dorm," wait a damn minute.

"Wait wait wait, who were you with?"

"Hyunsuk-oppa, Jihoon-oppa, Jaehyuk-oppa, and Jeongwoo. Why?" those two motherfuckers.

"Give me a second, darling," I gave her a quick kiss before getting off of her to leave the room. "NISHIMURA RIKI! PARK JONGSEONG!"

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junisfics · 4 years ago

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PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAASEEEEEE DO A COMPLETE A-Z NSFW ALPHABET OF ARMIN!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE ALWAYS JUST DOES SOME LETTERS!!!!!! WE NEEEEEEEEEEEED ALLLLLLLL OF IT!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🤝deal

warnings: smut / nsfw 18 + ( somnophilia, breeding, dubcon / dumbification / overstimulation

a // aftercare ( what they're like after sex )

he gets very very clingy, very affectionate. really likes to show how much he loves you afterwards. clean up is a more mutual thing, you both help each other wipe off spit, cum, lube, etc afterwards. you both also like to take a nice warm bath after

b // body part ( their favorite body part, on them and you )

his: his arms. mainly because he can hold you in them and likes to squeeze you real tight. he may not be the strongest but he's very proud of how strong he is

yours: tits. armin is a tits guy sorry. big or small he loves your tits so much, loves the way they look in his hands or covered in hickies. just loves 'em.

c // cum ( anything to do with cum )

his favorite place to cum is on your face. yes. it sounds a little lewd for him but he looooves to see your pretty face all red and painted in his cum hehe

armin cums a lot. like a lot. i don't make the rules. his dick is just so sensitive he can't help it. when he cums in your mouth it's always a full swallow or two.

d // dirty secret

y'all already know this. armin is a closet perv and no one can change my mind. he's a fucking pervert. panty snatcher, watches you shower, gets off to you sleeping. everything.

e // experience

armins not experienced but he's very smart so he knows what's up. and he's a quick learner. it's very easy for him to get you off once he knows what you like.

f // favorite position

missionary is always a classic, he loves seeing your face as he's making you feel good. it boosts his ego a little

but doggy WHEW armin goes fucking insane for doggy. he loves hitting it from behind to see the way your ass ripples as his hips meet yours.

g // goofy ( are they more serious or humorous in the moment )

if something funny happens he laughs, but he doesn't just mess around the whole time. sex is an intimate thing for him and he likes to keep it more serious... but it's always light hearted

h // hair ( how well groomed are they )

clean but not bald cuz he thinks it makes his dick look weird LMFAO

i // intimacy ( how intimate are they in the moment )

he's an intimate guy, he loves loving you. he loves being close to you, he loves pleasing you. when it's about you it's about you all the way though. he wants to make you feel happy and content.

j // jerk off

he's a closet perv so of course he jerks off... what can you expect? obviously he always prefers it was you but if you're not there and he needs to get off, he needs to get off.

k // kink ( one or more of their kinks )

whew this is a list isn't it.

overstimulation: whether he's receiving or giving he loves it. he loves when he can barely control his body from twitching because it feels so good. but he also loves watching you shake and come undone over and over and over

thigh riding: he's so amazed on how you can get off on only his thigh. it makes his dick throb so fucking hard for you. even if you don't touch him he could still cum from watching you.

dumbification: he may not be the strongest guy but he has stamina and will use it. he loves to see you all fucked out and trembling, even if it means overstimulating himself in the process.

somnophilia: consensual of course.. armin loves to finger you while you're asleep... listening to your shaky moans as you begin to stir. he also loves waking up with your lips wrapped around his cock

breeding: this ones little. he just loves the idea of having a family with you, it makes him so happy

l // location ( where they like to do it the most )

bed, specifically yours. it's a territorial thing for him. you're his and his only and he's gonna let you know.

he also like it up against a wall, your hands just grabbing onto him for dear life as he plows you up it

m // motivation ( what turns them on )

literally anything turns him on. and when i mean anything i mean anything and everything. you're just talking? he's hard. you're reading a book? bam. he's hard. you're sleeping? hard.

n // no ( their turn offs )

anything that involves hurting you ( slapping, pinching, biting etc ) he could never bring himself to do it ( but he does like receiving it )

o // oral

LOVES eating you out, could do it for houuurs just because he loves the taste. loves feeling your squirm and clench around his tongue and fingers... it literally has him grinding against the side of the bed

he likes receiving too but not as much. gets absolutely weak in the knees seeing your pretty lips wrapped around his dick

p // pace ( fast ? / slow ? / rough ? / sensual ? )

armin likes it slow but rough... languid but deep strokes that reach only the deepest parts inside you. likes being close and pressed up against you while he fucks you nice and good.

q // quickie

he prefers not to do quickies but if it's needed it's needed and he'll be more then willing to get it on with you in a bathroom or closet

r // risk ( are they up for experimentation ? )

he loves trying new things !! anything that involves learning something new he will be so down for. you want to peg him? absolutely!! you want him to choke you? yes!! he loves finding new things you guys can like together.

s // stamina ( how long and for how many rounds )

like i said... armin isn't strong but he has stamina. if life was normal for them i would bet on my momma that he would run cross country. so he can go and go and go for rounds without getting too tired. he just wants to make you feel so good and loves seeing you all fucked out. yes he may be overstimulating himself in the process but it's so worth it.

t // toys ( do they own toys, use toys ? )

not really. toys aren't really something either of you need in the relationship. but as i said, armin is up to experiment and if that means bringing in a vibrator then he's all for it.

u // unfair ( how much they like to tease )

he doesn't hate teasing persay... he just likes getting to the point. he gets very impatient and needy and really has no self control when it comes to teasing.

v // volume ( how loud are they ? )

armin as pretty moans. a little on the feminine side but my god are they music to your ears. cute little whines and whimpers falling from his lips as he struggles to keep his orgasm at bay. whew.

w // wild card ( random headcanon )

likes when u finger his ass... what can i say

x // x ray ( what's going on under the clothes )

he's not huge. maybe 6-6.5/7 inches. but he knows how to use it. it's not the size of the ship... it's about the motion of the ocean. ( pun intended )

y // yearning ( how high is their sex drive )

if you let him, armin could fuck you all day every day. his sex drive is through the fucking roof. he just loves you so goddamn much and wants to be near you all the time.

z // zzz's ( how quick are they to fall asleep ? )

he cleans up, snuggles up to you and is passed the fuck out. he may have stamina but once all the energy he exerted catches up to him he's out like a light. but you don't mind cuz so are you.

#tw: breeding #tw: dumbification #tw: somnophilia #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert x reader smut #armin arlert smut #armin x reader smut #armin x reader #armin smut #aot smut

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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Temptations

Note - For the lovely @justagirlinafandomworld 's challenge! And for my sweet fellow hoes @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817

Hope y'all like it❤❤ Also a prequel of sorts to new years eve.

Summary - You know you only want him because you can't have him. But you still can't help yourself.

Warnings - smut, cheating, spanking, name calling, light anal stuff, like a small mention of choking (blink and you'll miss it).

Prompts - "I was fine before I met you" + Toxic cover by Sofia Karlberg for @justagirlinafandomworld

"Did you just....smack my ass?" + "Shh...be good for me" for navy and siri.

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x reader

Word count - 4k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

Your mother always told you to find a man who could take care of you.

Love doesn’t bring food on the table or a roof over your head.

Don’t be like your sister.

Don’t let those Disney movies fool you.

This is a materialistic world and money is the universal language.

As a kid it was annoying. Even more so when you fell for a guy, who your mother certainly didn’t approve of, who ended up breaking your heart into a million little pieces.

You learned as a teen; that the fairytales did lie to you. Love isn’t some magical force which is completely out of one’s control. You could love anyone if you tried hard enough.

Having grown up poor you always yearned for those sparkly things. So you made sure to make friends with some rich kids in college. But deep down you knew they only ever saw you as a charity case. A story, a means to diversify their social circle.

Which is why you took your mothers advice. Trapped your college roommates brother. Bryce. He was alright. But nothing more than that. You did care for him. But you lied whenever you told him that he was more to you. That he was a part of you.

Your soul ached every time you said ‘I love you’ to him. Because you didn’t mean it. It was all a lie. A farce. You wondered if he loved you as much as he claimed he did.

Even though you knew the answer. He didn’t.

He was the black sheep of his family. You knew he only dated you to get some sort of revenge on them. Wanting to be different and go against the flow. He secretly relished in how much his mother hated you. How you weren’t from old money. Or any sort of money.

As if being rich inherently makes you worthy.

Which was also why he had bought you along to meet his friends.

That’s when you saw him.

You knew he was trouble the minute you laid eyes on him. His chestnut hair swept back. The blue cable knit sweater he wore bringing out the blue of his cold hard eyes. Which also really did nothing to hide his large frame.

His long tan coat swirled around as he walked towards you. It was something you noticed. He walked with purpose. As if he owned the damn place.

You watched Bryce embrace him in a tight hug. They were apparently friends since middle school. You gulped down cowering under his intense gaze as he shook your hand.

You exhaled a shaky breathe, the warmth his hand electrifying your nerves. You quickly excused yourself, afraid that you were being too obvious about your instant attraction to him. That if you stayed in the vicinity of him you’d do something you would come to regret later.

You came out to the garden. Taking in the fresh air. Away from the rich people. And their suffocating stench.

You jumped when you heard Ransom call out your name.

You turned around to look at him. Only now he had shed his coat and sweater and was only dressed in a tight white shirt. Which was really messing with your head.

“You don’t like the party?” He asked. Very aware of the effect he had on you. It wasn’t very hard to tell. You weren’t exactly being subtle.

“Oh uh... that’s not it. I just needed some air.” You nodded to yourself. Playing with your hands to keep occupied as he stepped closer to you. Crowding you with the musky scent of his cologne.

“You mind if I keep you company?” He asked but he didn’t really expect an answer. With the way you refused to even look at his face he doubted you’d give him one.

He bought his hand up to play with your hair. Twirling a strand between his fingers. “I hope to see you this Christmas.” He smirked at the cute confused expression you gave him after you finally looked up at him. “We’re going to the Bahamas? Ring any bells?” He said as if he was talking to a child. You only shook your head no. “I’ll make sure Bryce brings you along then.” He drawled tracing your cheek and jaw with his finger.

“Ransom what’re you doing?” You stammered looking around to make sure no one was around.

“I’m not doing anything.” He shrugged parting your lips with his thumb.

“Yes you are!” You scolded him but kept your voice low. “Someone will see.” You tried to take his hand off of your face but it only made him grab a tight hold of your jaw.

“Now don’t play all innocent with me.” He laughed cruelly as you hissed under his harsh touch. “I saw those fuck me eyes you were giving me.” He leaned in so close to you that you could feel his hot breath fanning on your face. “What? You think you can just tease anyone you want and get away with it? It might work on other idiots but not me.”

You squirmed in his hold, fighting him to free yourself. But he was much stronger than you.

He sneered at your resistance and leaned in to whisper in your ear. “I’ll see you this Christmas.” He said. His tone letting on that he wasn’t done with you. He abruptly let go of you giving you a grin and walking away.

You stuck by Bryce’s side the rest of the night. You thought Ransom wouldn’t try anything when Bryce was right there. But the way Bryce was fawning over ransom you had a feeling he probably would let Ransom fuck you in front of him.

You were almost impressed by how charming and casual he was when spoke to you in front of Bryce and all his friends. No one would suspect a thing.

Hell he had you fooled. Was the encounter in the garden your imagination? Was your mind playing tricks on you.

You decided that it absolutely wasn’t when you felt Ransom pinch your behind as he helped you into the uber. You gasped loudly plumping down in the backseat. Staring at Ransom completely take aback.

“You okay babe.” You heard Bryce mumbled beside you, his eyes shut as he leaned against the glass window. Too drunk to notice what was going on right next to him.

“Yeah you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Ransom put his hand on your shoulder. A faux look of concern on his face.

“I’m totally fine!” You held your breathe trying to close your door but his huge body was blocking it.

“Make sure to bring this one along Bryce.” He was speaking to Bryce but his eyes were glued to you. “You have a good night sweetheart.”

You sat completely still not moving a single muscle as he pressed a light barely there kiss to your cheek.

You felt like you could finally breathe after getting far, far away from him.

You made a thousand excuses trying your best to convince Bryce that you just can’t make it. But he wasn’t having any of it.

“I never ask you for anything. I don’t know. Maybe we’re not the right fit for each other.” He had said threatening to break up with you.

You found yourself resenting him even more. How he couldn’t stand up to his 'friend’ and just say no. That you can’t make it. How hard could it possibly be?

You didn’t know who was more pathetic. You or Bryce.

How even after how sleazy Ransom acted around you, you still found yourself thinking of him whenever you dipped your fingers between your thighs. How you wished with every fibre of your being to just let him have his way with you. Why can’t you be bad just this once?

You were down right terrified of ransom maybe the thrill was the reason you were so attracted to him. Giving you an adrenaline rush you actually mistook for any sort of attraction. Or at least that’s how you choose to justify it.

You arrived at your hotel before Ransom. Meeting up with a few of Bryce’s friends. Binging on margaritas. That you almost forgot about why you were so anxious in the first place.

Your joy didn’t last long. As he showed up. The first thing you noticed was how his hair was a few inches longer. No longer styled with gel, messed up from his flight. He only seemed to mess it up further as he ran a hand through his hair.

As you expected he was inconspicuous. Not giving you anymore attention than the others. Which only made you want him more.

Why would he just ignore you after giving you so much attention last time. Even if said attention was unwanted.

You didn’t dare look too long at him. You did steal some glances. He did catch you a couple of times. But if he noticed he didn’t let it show.

After the long day you had laid flat on your comfy mattress. Almost asleep when you felt Bryce’s prying hands working on taking off your dress.

“I’m so tired babe.” You pecked his lips hoping that’d be the end of it. You really were exhausted from the cat and mouse game you played with Ransom.

Bryce made a sound of disapproval. “I took you on such a nice vacation. The least you can do is say thank you.” He demanded.

Not really having it in you to argue any further with him, you got down on your knees and took him in your mouth. Working him up with your hands and tongue. He never could last that long and you knew all his weaknesses.

“God shit will you do something about your hair” He chided trying to bunch your hair up in a ponytail.

You rolled your eyes and looked for your hair tie. Tying your hair up in a haphazard ponytail before getting back to business. He finished in just a few minutes. Collapsing on his side of the bed. “Just wake me up in a few hours babe. I’ll take care of you then.” His words muffled by his pillow.

You could only scoff at that. As if. He had yet to make you cum even once. You had become quite the actress by faking it with him.

You decided to take a long shower to wash your long day off. You slipped your fingers in your heat. To take matters into your own hands.

You tried your best to think of a hot celebrity or literally anyone else but him. But your mind kept coming back to Ransom. How his huge wrist would look wrapped around your throat. How you could mess up his hair as he ate you out.

Ultimately you became too frustrated with yourself, thinking of someone else, your boyfriends friend at that, in such a an inappropriate way. This wasn’t like you.

You gave up. Knowing you wouldn’t find release. Not with the heavy guilt lingering in the back of your mind.

You couldn’t sleep. You kept tossing and turning. But then you’d had enough. You put on a robe and headed towards Ransoms room. You knocked on it twice before he opened the door.

He stood in just his boxer briefs in front of you. And you had to do everything in your power to keep your eyes on his face and not let them fall down. To feast on his broad chest, the dark hair splattered on it, his washboard abs and that damn happy trail.

“This better be good.” He growled. obviously too upset that you disturbed his sleep.

“I...” you trailed off letting your eyes wander to his chest and the trail of dark brown hair leading to his black, tight, boxers “just couldn’t sleep.” You continued trying your best to focus.

“Come on in then.” Just like that. That fucking smirk was back on his face.

You took a deep breathe walking into his room. Wondering what the fuck you were even doing here. “How have you been?” You tried to make small talk.

Turning around to look at him. In a split second, before you could even comprehend what was happening he crashed his lips on yours, stealing your breathe. You sighed moaning into the kiss as his tongue invaded your mouth. It was messy and sloppy and everything you’d ever want from a kiss.

You both pulled away when the need to breathe took over your need for each other.

You panted running your hands up and down his chest to feel him.

“Why are you really here?” He asked pulling your chin up to make you look at him. When you wouldn’t answer he snaked a hand into your shorts. Letting out a satisfied hum with just how wet you were.

You whimpered as his warm fingertips grazed your nether folds. Teasing you so cruelly. Not really giving you what you so desperately wanted. “You know why I’m here.” You purred.

“Not good enough. I’m gonna need you to fucking say it.” He spit pushing a finger inside you.

Your breath hitched as he added another one, staring at you intently as he pumped them in and out of you. “No!” You cried. Trying to pry his hand out of your sleep shorts. “This is wrong. No!”

“Stop it!” He chided pinching your clit as you winced. “You can act innocent all you want. But I know just how much of a slut you are. Look at this.” He captured your cries and whimpers in a kiss as he curled his fingers inside you “Look how fucking wet you are for me.” He said before kissing you again.

“No. That’s not true.” You whined shaking your head “I was fine before I met you!” You were good. He was the one that awoke something dark and primal inside you. This was all his fault.

He chuckled at your foolishness. He wondered if you really believed that. Not that it mattered to him. He added a third finger to stretch your tight heat, get you ready for him. But he couldn’t wait anymore. Not with just how painfully hard he was.

He pulled his fingers from your shorts and pushed you down on your knees. With little to no resistance, you kneeled in front of him.

He took his hard cock out of his uncomfortable briefs, smudging his precum on your lips. “You know what to do. Be a good slut.” He instructed pulling on your messy ponytail as you took his head in your mouth. Sucking on it thoroughly before taking all of him. He groaned knowing you would make him cum in just a few seconds with that hot mouth of yours. “I knew you’d make for a good cocksucker” He pushed you further down and laughed as you gagged around him.

He pulled you off of him, tugging on your hair. He would cum just at the sight of you. Your eyes glossy, cheeks wet with tears, saliva and cum smeared all over your face. He took your hair tie off and smirked at your messy state. He preferred you like that. Ruined because of him. And he hasn’t even started yet.

He urged you to stand by pulling on your forearm. He pushed you against the edge of his bed. “Take off your clothes. On your hands and knees.” He ordered. Impatiently getting rid of his briefs.

You hesitated for a moment but then cowered under his harsh stern gaze, that let you know he had no room for disobedience. With shaky hands you pulled your tank top up and tossed it aside. Repeating the same with your shorts. You gulped as he unabashedly ogled you.

Turning around you climbed on the bed. Crawling till you butt at the edge. You had never done anything in this position before. Bryce preferred letting you do all the work. To give up control, to someone like Ransom. Who made you feel scared more than aroused. Was unnerving to say the least.

You waited, your nipples hardened and your skin covered in goose bumps because of the cold and the anticipation. You expected him to sink in you. He was a lot bigger than anyone else you had ever taken. You had no idea if you could even fit him. You choked trying to fuck him with your mouth.

But then you felt his tongue prod your pluckered hole. You gasped jerking away from his touch but his firm grip on your hips kept you still.

“Anyone ever fucked you here before?” He asked pushing a finger and watching in awe as your asshole swallowed it. It was so tight, he could barely fit one finger in it. He couldn’t imagine how amazing he would feel wrapped up around it. He frowned at your lack of response. That kind of shit doesn’t fly with him.

He groped your plump ass cheek before raising his hand and slapping it harshly. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer.” He stated entranced by the redness of your skin, spanking the same cheek again. So he could leave a few bruises. Something for you to remember him by.

Not that there was any need, this certainly won’t be the last time, he had plans for your ass for the next time. Besides there was no way he could not have you now. Not after feeling your tight cunt around his fingers, which would only be tighter around his cock.

You gasped as you felt the sting of his slap, you looked back at him over your shoulder, wincing again as he delivered another slap. “Did you just...smack my ass?” You asked incredulously. You knew it was a kink for some people but you never thought you’d be taking part in it. Let alone like it way more than you should.

“Shh... be good for me.” He removed his forefinger and replaced it with his thumb. “Answer my question.” He urged.

You swallowed not really ready for any more spanks to your ass and how strangely good they make you feel. “No.” You replied. “No one’s ever fucked my ass.” You added for good measure, rolling your eyes.

“Good.” He hummed.

“Oh my!” You yelped as you felt his tongue nudge your cunt. Pressing inside he slowly fucked you with it. Your hands started shaking, you weren’t sure if you could hold on, his warm velvety tongue felt so good against your walls. Your vision became blurry as tears gathered in your eyes. Dropping on his pristine white sheets. You damn near lost it when he wrapped his mouth around your clit. Slightly pulling on it before harshly sucking on it. You sobbed so overwhelmed with pleasure. “Ransom!” You cried.

“What do you want sweetheart?” He cooed. His voice so dubiously sweet and caring.

“Just fuck me please.” You begged feeling as if your world was about to end, as if you were about to black out then and there as he suck on your bundle of nerves again, pushing his fingers in your cunt.

“What? I thought this was wrong?” He said with faux shock. “Why would you want someone who’s not your boyfriend to fuck you? You’re not making any sense honey.” He spit.

You pushed your head into the mattress, feeling him smirk against your pussy as he ate you out. You had never felt this good before. You had no idea how to handle it or what to do with it. You wondered just what was it about Ransom that made you putty in his hands.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” You shook your head against the soft bedding. “Please fuck me.” You pleaded at the end of your rope.

He stood up straight. Groping your ass, which was perched up to him, presented so perfecty with your back arched. “Well since you asked so nicely.” He groaned loudly sinking in your tight, wet heat. “How the fuck are you so tight?” He wondered bottoming out. “So damn wet.” He muttered rolling his hips, rubbing his balls against your clit.

“I...” You spoke as if to answer him but couldn’t finish your thought, his skin rubbing against your oversensitive clit in the best way. You whimpered as he pulled his cock, leaving just his tip inside you, making you feel so empty so suddenly. You cried as you he harshly pushed back into you. You felt his large palm push you further into the mattress. His big, hard cock fucking you hard.

He kept up a steady fast pace. Eliciting loud moans and mewls from you. “Does he fuck you this hard?” He asked fastening his pace.

You tried to shake your head, but you couldn’t because of his firm hold on your head. “No he doesn’t.” You were pretty sure that after tonight you’d be ruined for any other man.

He grunted his hips stuttering as he felt your walls quiver around his length. You were close and so was he. “That’s it. Cum on my cock.” He moaned as he felt you clench around him, milking his cock for all he’s got. He gave you a few harsh thrusts before he spilled deep inside you.

You felt everything else around you slip into an abyss. You had never had an orgasm so mind boggling. One that left you so delirious. You moaned hugging the comforted close to you as you felt him spill his warm spend inside you. Making your sensitive walls tingly. You clenched around his softening shaft to keep him inside you. So tired but already ready for another fuck.

He groaned as he felt you clench around him, he smacked your other cheek before pulling out of you. He spread your ass cheeks to see his creamy cum spill out of your swollen cunt. He pushed it back inside and chuckled as you mewled.

He hummed stopping his ministrations to toss your clothes back to you. “Get dressed.” He instructed before going around the bed lay back on his side. He felt you sit up beside him. He looked at you staring at him expectedly. “What did you think we were gonna cuddle?” He scoffed “Do you want him to find out?” He wanted to know.

You shook your head no. Which made...sad? No not sad. Why would it. He doesn’t give a shit who you date or fuck. Not as long as he gets what he wants from you. “Then leave before he finds out you’re gone. I don’t do the girlfriend thing.” He said shutting his eyes so he wouldn’t see your nude body or be tempted to take you again.

You hummed putting your tank and shorts on. “...bye then.” You said awkwardly and turned around to leave. You gasped when you felt him wrap a hand around your waist pulling you back to sit on the bed.

“Don’t think we’re done yet.” You shivered as he whispered in your ear. His body warm against your back. “You better be back here tomorrow. Or else.” He let go of you letting the threat linger in the air as you nodded and got up on shaky feet.

Yeah. He was far from done with you.

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OwO I swear I didn't know back then that Chris' character in fierce people is also called Bryce. Who's somehow worse than Ransom and that's really something else.

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ravenkinnie · 3 years ago

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What would you say is the ideal Batfam dynamic?

I'm gonna preface this by saying I'm a hater and I love angst and when people fight <3 I think they should all have beef with each other and almost nobody should get along <3

the only people who should have good relationships with each other:

*damian: cass and dick ofc edited to add steph fuck

*cass: tim, steph, dick, babs, damian, duke

*duke literally is just vibin, he has like no conflict with anyone but someone once said his one conflict should be with batcow and I think that's fucking funny

jason has the most drama potential!!! he should be a sort of anti-hero, doing his thing and working by his principles but with some conflicted feelings and yearning for his family, like he shouldnt compromise his principles to get along with bruce or dick better but if they have to work together they would be like "wish all that shit didn't happen and it could be like this now" but it's not because it did happen

I don't care for tim but why the fuck would jason consider him his brother tbh... king came back at 22, if my mom adopted a 17 year old after I had no contact with her for like 7 years i would be like "that's the guy living in my moms house" not "yeah that's my little brother" what fucking families do people have what

cass would hate jason like I don't know what sort of lobotomy fanon cass would have to go through to just be like :< pls don't kill uwu but cass is so much more strict on her no killing rule and her belief in how valuable life is is so fundamental (even bruce says so!!! please read her batgirl run she's an insanely nuanced character!!!),their ethics are so fundamentally different I don't think they would get along at all

I think damian should forever think jason is a clown and be mean to him, I think he should bully him into a hair transplant even. every time jason references his death damian should be like "okay and? I died too and I'm over it now #builtdifferent", bruce refers to jason as his brother and damians like sorry I have one brother and like seven sisters idk this man

bruce shouldn't be like. beating his kids because hashtag not my batman 💀 but people make him waaaay too functional he's 100% a dysfunctional well intentioned father who tries but doesn't get it right a lot and has a lot of his own shit that prevents him from connecting with his kids or doing 100% right by them

babs and bruce had such an interesting relationship preboot holy shit, she was one of the people he really did consider his equal and she did not let him get away with half the shit he did to others - and it makes sense because she was in his thirties while he was in his forties like obv he's not gonna treat her like a barely experienced 20 yo I wiiiiish they brought it back

steph would literally die before calling bruce her father y'all are wildin, she would be like yeah I get that your were Going Through Something (aka being butchered by comics writers with hard ons for frank miller) but also. forgive never forget <3 and he would be like yeah I'm working through that guilt in therapy anyways here's your college degree paid for do you want an internship too

(I think batgirls in general should be like... only tangentially under bruces supervision like babs made batgirl by specifically going against bruce shshhs it's always been babs' (and bettes but rip bettes legacy at this point) mantle like batgirls are mentored by oracle not batman and I think they should always respond to oracle first I don't like what they are doing with this legacy at all. I wish it continued being passed down to new young girls taken in by birds of prey as current batgirls (steph, cass) age and grow into their own identities) (I will literally always say it. steph should have trained under oracle as batgirl and then become spoiler again because spoiler was a good ass identity on it's own and she really would have made a name for herself with it)

#asks #I wanted to make this more cohesive but didn't in the end sorry I'm like this besties #anyways remember when bruce was like 'I thought batgirl was just like me not a killer'#and babs goes 'what if she's just like you AND she's a killer' my god #I know 2000s comics weren't great but they don't write them like this anymore #REMEMBER WHEN HE BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF CAIN AND SAID 'YOU MADE HER LIKE US' NOT LIKE YOU LIKE US!!!!

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tanyawritesstories · 4 years ago

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Frozen Chances | The Mandalorian x Reader

So here is the much asked for sequel to Frozen Miracles that I promised. I hope y'all think it's as good at the first part. Enjoy 😊

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: violence, fluff, feelings, yearning, use of the Force, Din is coincidentally great with children

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Nexlar was finally in sight. After a rough and bumpy five hour journey, the moon was finally within their reach. Din was tired, he hadn’t slept in about thirty hours. He had planned to after the kids were asleep, then Mandi decided to rearrange the interior of the ship with the first display of her powers. Din was still stunned and confused about the entire situation. He knew it wasn’t normal for children to have these abilities. His son was technically fifty years old and evidently knew how to use his powers to a certain extent. But Mandi was a newborn, only a few days old and she was exhibiting barely controlled displays of the same power.

Din had stayed in the cockpit ever since the small ordeal. Y/N hadn’t spoken anymore, just sat on the floor forcing herself to stay awake and hold her baby. She was terrified. She hadn’t let go of Mandi since, just cradled her in her arms, crying softly from time to time. Din was a bounty hunter, he’d been all over the galaxy and seen all sorts of strange things. Chances are this woman had never, or at least barely, left Tatooine. She was from a small corner of the galaxy where the unusual things were stormtroopers and blaster fire that lasted longer than a few minutes. Undoubtedly, the powers her foundling was displaying were concerning rather than confusing.

He brought the Crest into the planet’s atmosphere. A good part of the planet was forested, but he managed to pick out a city and put down the Crest on the edge of the forest. He climbed down into the hull, finding Y/N still hadn't moved from the floor at the end of his bunk. She had been awake as long as he had, if not longer. She was still looking at her daughter, trying to keep her eyes open she was so fatigued. Din could just barely see the dark bags under her eyes, every time her eyes started closing she would open them and blink a few times, trying to ward off her exhaustion.

He heard a small clang and looked over to see the child had somehow gotten into his ammunition stash, and was seconds away from sticking a charge for his pulse rifle into his mouth. “No, no, no,” he said kneeling down and snatching the bullet away. “That’s not food, you can’t eat that.” He returned it to the container and locked it back up, sighing and picking up his little green gremlin. He turned back around and saw she had finally looked up at him.

I’m sorry. I should have been watching him. She signed.

“It’s alright,” he said, “we’re on Nexlar but it’s getting late and you shouldn’t go walking around in the city at this hour. Why don’t you get some sleep, I’ll watch her.” Her shoulders sagged and she looked on the verge of tears again.

I don’t know what’s wrong with her, I have never seen anything like that.

Din kneeled in front of her and set the child by her feet. “I have. My little one has the same abilities. I don’t know how it’s possible, but he can move things with his mind. I think your foundling has the same powers,” he informed. He saw her relax a little, looking at his child who was trying to climb onto her lap.

So it’s not a bad thing then? Or anything that will hurt her?

“No, it’s nothing bad. She just can do things that other infants can’t,” he told her. "You can hold her then, but you need to get some sleep." She looked sad again but reluctantly held Mandi out to him. Din took the baby into his arms and cradled her against his chest. He held the little girl close and made sure she was comfortable in his arms, looking up he saw Y/N watching with a smile as he interacted with her baby. He nodded to his bed and she removed his child before slowly climbing onto his bed. Din picked his son off the floor and stood up.

“We’ll switch, you can always get him to sleep,” Din said. He placed his little one at the foot of the bed and he made his way to lay next to her head. She smiled and wrapped an arm around him protectively, ghosting a kiss to his cheek. Din exhaled slowly as he watched her turn off the lights. He would hate to see her go in the morning, she was so good with the kids, an excellent mechanic and he knew she could pilot a ship with her eyes closed. He would love to have someone with her skills aboard. The more he thought about it, the more she reminded him of Kuiil. A caring individual who was as skilled as she was kind. Someone who had experienced hardships in the past but had overcome them and chosen not to let that affect the peace they seeked. Only Kuiil was in a different state of peace now.

Din didn't want to be sad right now, he wanted to cherish this little girl as much as he could before he would never see her again. He retrieved one of the bottles of milk Y/N had pumped before they left the ice planet. She'd stashed it underneath a panel in the wall, knowing it would stay cold there. He climbed into the cockpit and took his seat, nudging Mandi’s lips with the soft tip of the bottle so she would open her mouth. He smiled under his helmet as she latched onto the bottle and began drinking.

Is this what it feels like to be the father of a normal child?

Mandi wasn’t normal, not anymore, but she was human and looking at her you would never know she had unnatural powers. Even though she was so young one could see that Mandi had her mother’s nose, lips, and face shape. However, her eyes and hair were a dark brown, evidently traits from her father; Din wondered what the man had looked like. He looked out the viewports at the surrounding forest. The strange, alien trees glowed in the darkness and the city had quieted down, it was peaceful and steady here. Din hoped Y/N and Mandi would be able to live here and be happy for a long time.

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Din had allowed himself to drift off to sleep once Mandi had finished her dinner. He shifted a bit in his chair and noticed the weight was gone from his lap and arms. He jolted awake and looked around, getting his bearings before rushing down into the hull. He opened his quarters and saw nothing, he turned around and calmed at the sight. Y/N was sitting on the floor again, breastfeeding Mandi while making sure his child didn’t spill the broth she had made for him. He sighed in relief and walked over, kneeling in front of her. Y/N had a blanket over the front of her to cover herself as she fed her child, wincing every now and then.

“Is she still biting you?” He asked. The woman nodded with a strained smile.

I’ll get used to it.

Din nodded. “Do you need anything before you go?” He asked. She shook her head and gave him a sad smile. Maybe she didn’t want to go either? He wished he had the guts to ask her to stay, he wanted her to stay. He reminded himself that his life was not suited for a woman and her child, the best thing he could do for her was let her go. He helped her pack up her few things and made sure she had everything she might need that he could give her. He opened the side ramp, facing the city.

“These are for you,” he said, handing her a pouch off his belt. She took and opened it, her eyes widening at the contents. It was the credits she gave him before they left Tatooine, his payment.

No, I can’t take this, these are yours.

“You’ll need them, nothing is cheap these days,” he said. She still looked apprehensive. “You can’t start over if you’ve got nothing to start with.”

She finally gave in and took the credits from him. Din reached over and brushed his glove-covered knuckles over Mandi’s cheek. “I know you’ll take good care of her,” he said. She nodded and smiled, looking over to see his little one standing on the end of his bed. She walked over to him and pecked a kiss on the top of his head.

I’ll miss you. She signed to him. She came back next to Din, smiling softly.

I’ll miss you too. Thank you for everything you’ve done. If you ever need anything, please come to me. I'd love to help.

He nodded in acknowledgement, not knowing what to say or even if he could say it. "Thank you, I hope you find what you're looking for here," was all he managed to say. She nodded back and adjusted Mandi in her wrap before walking down the ramp and into the city.

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The rest of the flight to Trask was more boring than he thought it would be. He didn't realize they hadn't fixed the landing gear as well as he thought, causing the Crest to plunge into the ocean at the last minute. At least the patches in the hull held up.

Din met the contacts at the marina. A lovely and welcoming couple that appeared to be a frog-like species. They couldn't speak basic, but they led him and his child into a nearby inn. His mind was taken away from how lonely he now felt, the feeling replaced with progress. He finally felt like he was getting somewhere.

The day passed, quick and chaotic. He found the Mandalorians he was looking for, but it nearly cost the child's life as well as his own. He was barely able to sleep the first night on Trask. He was starting to wonder if there were any of his kind left; anyone he knew or grew up with. Were they all gone? Was Bo-Katan right about his people? Were they actually a cult, or was she wrong and her opinion was tainted. He didn’t know what to believe.

When it came the next day, Din wished he had Y/N now more than anything. This mission was too dangerous to bring the child with, and so he left him in the care of the kind frog couple. They were nice and appeared to have new little ones of their own. Din was almost wishing he had left the kid with Y/N on Nexlar until he was certain he’d found a Jedi.

The mission went about as smoothly as things go around Din, which of course meant that there were several hiccups and issues. In the end he got the location of a Jedi, but was still frustrated with the so-called Mandalorians we had worked with. After picking the child back up, Din headed back to the Crest. The Mon Calamari he had paid handsomely to repair his beloved vessel had not done nearly the job he should have for the amount Din had paid him.

Frustrated, tired, and overwhelmed, Din knew the Crest would need more repairs, he would need sleep and food and so would the child. He took off and debated where to program the nav computer. He thought for a moment before punching in the coordinates to Nexlar. He would have a proposition to make.

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Luckily, the landing gear had been fixed and he was able to put his ship down in the same place as before. He was forced to carry the child in his shoulder bag after the crib had been destroyed by the sea creature. He made his way into town after securing the Crest. Din had no way of knowing where she had settled and so resorted to asking around. It didn’t take him long. A few of the merchants in the town square said she visited regularly, but only one was willing to tell him where she lived after he explained he was a friend who was there to check up on her. It was getting later in the day and Din purchased a few things for dinner and made his way to her home. Her home turned out to be two small connected rooms built behind an apothecary. He had thought with the amount of credits she had that she would have been able to afford better lodging.

The second he knocked, he heard a baby start crying. The door opened and revealed a tired looking Y/N. Without warning, she hugged him, pressing her face into his cold chest plate. Din was a bit taken aback but put his free arm around her briefly. "I, uh, brought dinner," he said nervously. She looked up at him and smiled, grabbing his arm and half dragging him inside. The moment she closed the door she began signing at a blinding pace.

I don't know what to do, I've tried so many different things and I'm out of ideas. She's not sick, she's not lacking any necessary vitamins, but she won't sleep and she barely eats.

The woman stopped and sighed, looking moments away from tears. She dug her hands into her hair and tried to calm herself down. Din set the food down on her table, now also concerned about the baby. "What's happened since I left?"

Nothing, nothing major. But she hasn't slept for more than a few hours since we got here. I don't know what to do anymore.

Din took his child out of his carry bag and set him on the floor after checking to make sure there was nothing he could get into. "Can I try?" He shyly asked. She motioned for him to go ahead as she collected the things he brought and took them to a counter. Din walked into the adjoining room, the bedroom, finding Mandi wrapped in a blanket, squirming and crying. His heart broke for the little one and he rushed to her side, scooping her up in his arms.

"Shh, shh. There, there, little one. It's ok now," he spoke softly. He rocked her in his arms and she slowly stopped crying and opened her eyes. Din removed a glove and ever so gently brushed away the tears on her little cheeks. "What's wrong, littl'un? You've got your buir worried sick," he said. Mandi just looked at him curiously, as if nothing had ever been wrong. One of her little arms reached up towards his face and Din intercepted her hand with a finger. She wrapped her entire hand around his one digit and he let her pull his finger into her mouth and watched her begin sucking on it. "Let's see if you'll eat something, hmm," he said.

Din walked back into the other room to get her a bottle. He found his child sitting in the middle of the table surrounded by a small number of hand-sewn toys that Y/N had given him to keep him occupied while she made dinner. "Does she have a bottle somewhere?" He asked. The woman pointed at the small cooling storage unit a few feet away and he opened it, grabbing a bottle out. He sat at the table, cradling Mandi comfortably with one arm. He used the same technique he had used with her before, gently rubbing and nudging the bottle against her lips until she opened her mouth. As soon as she had the bottle in her mouth she began drinking greedily. “Whoa, slow down there,” he murmured.

Unbeknownst to him, Y/N had been watching him interact with Mandi and scribbled something on a piece of flimsi. She set it on the table next to him and smiled when he looked up at her, patting his green son’s head before returning to finish their supper. Din glanced at the note she left for him. ‘It’s like she thinks you’re her father.’ Was written in neat but quick handwriting, he looked up and saw her putting things on a few separate plates with her back to him. He thought for a second and remembered the time Mandi saw him without his helmet not long after she was born and how he talked to her. He wasn’t 100% sure how babies worked but it could have been that Mandi saw him, the second person she had ever seen, and her little brain assumed he was her father. Plus, if her mother didn’t speak, his voice was the only one she knew. It would explain why she always calmed down when he talked to her. Y/N set two plates on the table, one in front of her and the other in front of the kid.

I made one for you, it’s keeping warm so you can eat it later when you’re comfortable.

Din nodded and thanked her, continuing to feed the little girl until she had her fill. Din returned her to her mother and then made sure his own kiddo wasn’t eating too fast. He watched her rock her baby and she signed a ‘thank you’ to him.

Are you able to stay here for the night? She asked with her hands. Din didn’t see any reason why he couldn’t, plus it would give him some time to think of a way to ask her if she would like to work for him.

"That would be nice."

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Din had found yet another thing that Y/N was skilled in: cooking. After they chatted for a while, she had put Mandi to sleep and dragged a mattress into the main room for him. In the safety of the darkness, well past midnight, Din was able to remove his helmet and eat the meal she'd left warm for him. It was the best food he'd had in months. In the morning, she let him have the refresher to himself for a while after she made breakfast.

He entered the main room to find her settling Mandi into a wrap across her chest. "Thank you for breakfast, and dinner last night," he said, "the food was amazing." She smiled and nodded towards him.

Would you like to come to the market with me? I could use the help.

"Sure," he agreed. He gathered his little womp rat into his bag and walked with her to the market in the center of town. He offered to carry her groceries and acted as a translator between her and the merchants. He noticed that she was buying very little and the amount of credits she had was low. “What happened to your credits? Housing on Nexlar that expensive?” She shook her head sadly.

I wasn’t here more than an hour and some thief swiped almost half my credits. That’s why I couldn’t afford better lodging.

Din sighed, making a note to pay for whatever she bought next. “Uh, listen I had been wanting to ask you a question..” he started. She nodded for him to continue. “Would you like to become part of my crew? It’s just me and the kid right now and I could use someone with your vast array of skills.” She looked at the ground as she walked, contemplating. “I can pay you,” he added.

I don’t know, I left Tatooine to escape the ruckus and adventure. But maker knows I could use the credits. She signed.

He let her think more as they walked until she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. Din looked over at her and saw her staring in front of her where a line of New Republic credits were floating in the air in front of her. They both followed the line with their eyes back to its owner, an oblivious man standing at a meat cart. The pair looked around and saw that people’s credits were levitating in the air from their purses and pouches and steadily floating towards them. Din once again, on reflex, looked down at the kid in the bag near his hip, but it didn’t appear to be him. It was easy to tell when his kid used his powers, he usually used his hands and showed extreme concentration on his face, right now he looked unaffected and curious.

They both looked down at Mandi, strung safely across her mother’s chest with her little arms in the air and a small furrow in her brow. It wasn’t possible that she heard what her mother had said about needing credits, was it? The spectacle was drawing the attention of others, most stood dumbfounded as their currency floated through the air towards a woman and a Mandalorian with two children. Y/N held a concerned look on her face as she placed her hands on Mandi and held her impossibly closer to her body.

“Hey!”

Both Y/N and Din looked over to see a man staring at them angrily. “You the one doing this?” He shouted at the woman. Y/N looked between him and Mandi, shaking her head quickly. The man scoffed and pulled his blaster out of its holster. “Drop the credits,” he threatened. Y/N started signing quickly and Din spoke. “She doesn’t know how, it’s not her,” he said. The man stepped a few feet closer and several more men closed in around them, all with drawn blasters. They were outnumbered, Din knew how these things went and he slowly took her hand in his. “Alright then,” the ringleader said, “guess we’ll just have to kill her to get her to stop.” He raised his blaster and Din gripped Y/N’s hand tight.

“Run!”

He pulled her with him as they took off down an alley, blaster bolts firing behind them. “We have to get to the Crest, if we go to your house they’ll just find you,” Din said as he led her through close quartered buildings. They could hear the thugs chasing them, still firing their blasters. They came around a corner and skidded to a stop by a thug who had cut them off. Din drew his blaster and fired, killing him in seconds. Y/N grabbed Din’s wrist and pulled him in another direction.

They weaved through alleyways, trying to avoid the main roads while running back to the Crest. Din would fire behind them if they got close. He had no idea how many people were chasing them but he’d killed at least three. Din’s HUD picked up the Crest’s distance. They broke away from the town and headed towards the trees. The ship was in sight, Din pressed a few buttons on his vambrace and the engines started up. His head was tilted forwards and a ringing sound followed, he stopped, turned, and shot the pursuer that shot at his head. Y/N kept running towards the Crest, who’s ramp had just lowered.

Din suddenly felt something wrap around his neck. He dropped his blaster and grabbed at the cord but it was activated and electricity flowed through his body, dropping him to the ground on his back. Y/N looked back and saw what was happening. One of the thugs had an electric whip around Mando’s neck and he was squirming on the ground. She ran back and grabbed his blaster off the ground and fired at their aggressor. The man dropped dead, the whip turning off. Bullseye. She dropped the blaster and grabbed his vibroblade from his boot, cutting the cord, unwrapping it from his neck.

Din got to his feet and holstered his blaster and his blade before running into the Crest with his new companion. Din closed the ramp and Y/N climbed the ladder into the cockpit. More thugs came running towards the ship and Y/N pressed a button to activate the shields. Din joined her in the cockpit just as she pulled a lever back and lifted the steering handles, taking the Crest into the air. The thugs fired at the ship but their bullets harmlessly bounced off the shields. She guided his ship out of the atmosphere and into empty space. Finally safe, she slumped into the seat and sighed. “Welcome aboard,” he said, smiling behind his helmet. She chuckled and checked on Mandi, who was alright, as was Din’s little one. He reached over and punched their next destination into the nav computer. “Ever been to Navarro?”

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One of the few thugs that survived and had witnessed everything, made his way into a nearby cantina. He walked to the back and nodded to the Rodian guarding a secret door. The Rodian moved aside, letting the man enter the room. He walked to a terminal in the middle of the dark room and turned it on. He only had to wait for a few minutes until the glowing blue hologram of an Imperial officer showed up. “Anything to report?” The officer asked.

“Yes, I have a message for Moff Gideon,” the man growled.

“Tell him there’s another child.”

#star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #frozen miracles sequel

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the-patrex · 4 years ago

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The Master bit back a frustrated growl as he weaved his way through the crowd of partying humans as he made his way to the refreshment booth. He needed a drink if he were to get through this night. Sniffing, he tried to gag at the sharp scent of alcohol and individual humans. Despite the strong odor, however, he caught the hint of something different. This one was lighter, more enticing than the others and had a hint of lavender perfume to it. Theta. He scanned the crowd but was unable to spot her. What was she doing here? Didn’t she have better things to do than stalk him 24/7? Irritated, he stood at the table and poured himself a cup of whatever drink was in the giant bowl. He wasn’t going to give any information on the Timeless Child if that’s what she wanted. In fact, he didn’t even want to see her anymore. The damn Matrix was enough to make him hate her, or so he’d thought before seeing her new face for the first time.

He clenched his teeth around the rim of the foam cup as he sipped, remembering her holy, angelic features. As if her spliced DNA being inside him wasn’t enough. He’d been awestruck seeing her new regeneration for the first time in person. The way the sunlight had made her hair burn like the early rays of morning and her smooth, perfectly crafted from seemingly God Himself(so different from the old, wrinkled face and bushy eyebrows he’d grown accustomed to as Missy!) made his hearts ache with an intensity he’d never felt before. “What are you doing here sulking about like that?” Speak of the devil, he thought bitterly, turning to face her. “Hello, sweetie.”

“Come to give me a check up, Doctor?” he asked sarcastically, smirking devilishly. She arched her brows, seemingly amused at the response.

“You missed your last appointment so yes.” He scoffed. “Enjoying the party?” His brows furrowed. There was something…off about her stance. She seemed a bit wibbly and sour smelling underneath the perfume. It was definitely not the smell of a rotting corpse or garbage but it made him faintly queasy. He decided to ignore it for now.

“What are you doing here? Don't you have to babysit your little human friends like you always do?” She chuckled, baring her milk white teeth like a feral creature. Hell, she probably was under that humanoid guise. Or maybe she was a creature whose true form was so incomprehensible to the mortal eye, it had to take the form of a Shobogan once it fell through the portal above that monument so it wouldn’t cause a ruckus. Perhaps that’s why she hadn’t died in the Kassavin realm. Maybe they’d seen her other form and decided to let her go easily because of it. The Master took a sip of his drink which was probably some sort of fruit cocktail by the taste of it. Her other form was probably to beautiful to look at if she looked this blinding in the body of a Time Lord. Blinding like the suns of Gallifrey. The Doctor poured herself a glass of wine.

“Your thoughts are too loud,” she grumbled, taking a sip.

“No one told you to read my mind,” he retorted, moving away to the garden behind the ballroom. He could feel her piercing gaze on him as he pushed the back door open and headed toward the gazebo. “Where are they anyway? That trio of yours?”

“Sheffield,” she responded, picking a flower that complimented her blue dress quite nicely. “You have quite the imagination, we’ll tell you that. Your speculations are wrong. Probably.” Probably?

“You found out?” The Master turned to face her. That wasn’t right. She wouldn’t go looking for the truth unless he’d forced her to. She was a runner not a seeker. He searched her eerily serene expression for some sort of clue. A clue to what, he didn’t know. She was a mystery that he intended to unravel but not in the way her adopted mother had. The Doctor’s eyes bore holes into his own, analyzing every twitch and muscle movement on his face. He didn’t like that look of hers. It reminded him too much of Tecteun the explorer and exploiter. She smiled knowingly and placed the plant in his suit pocket. Who are you? he wanted to ask. Why are you here? What do you want? “Did it hurt?” he asked instead, ignoring the gut instinct to fear this person(thing?) he’d known since childhood. “I bet it did because it definitely hurt me.” He stepped closer to her(it? Them?), wishing she’d show some sort of weakness instead of the serenity he privately yearned for during the late hours.

“Of course it hurt you,” she murmured, cupping his face in her hands. “Everything hurts, doesn’t it? We can see it, all that pain hiding behind the rage in your eyes.” We? When did she start referring to herself as we? She stared sympathetically at him. “Do you want it leave? We can make the hurt go away. Would you like us to quell the rage and pain in your hearts?” Her voice was more soothing than ever and her eyes were so hypnotic, he could barely look away. Their foreheads touched lightly. “Please, Koschei. Let us help you.” He frowned, mulling over her words. Us? Why would she use the word “us” to refer to herself? The strange trance broke and he sharply pulled away, feeling disgustingly exposed and violated. What had just happened?

“How dare you,” he growled, lunging for her throat. She dodged out of the way and placed a hand on his temple while making a sound in her throat that, judging by her expression, was one of disapproval. The Master suddenly felt weak and crumpled to the floor. Time seemed to swirl and wobble around him, causing his brain to spin. When she released her touch, he felt nauseous and puked a bit on the grass. “What the fuck did you do?!” he snarled, wiping the mess from his mouth and glaring at her. The Doctor, or whatever the fuck she was, looked down at him with mild dissatisfaction.

“We opened you up to the influences,” she responded simply, turning away. The Master’s head was still reeling but he struggled to his feet to catch up with her.

“What influences? Who the fuck are you?” The creature didn’t even turn to face him as it- no, they answered his questions.

“We are Legion. Unfortunately, you’re not getting your friend back any time soon.”

“Wh- you’re possessing her?!”

“No, it’s a progressive alteration of the host’s brain to better fit the needs of the parasite.” A parasite, the Master thought bitterly. Of course. So that was where the smell was coming from. He watched as they plucked a rose from its bush and examined it thoughtfully in their hands. “This is perfectly normal for her kind, as I’ve explained to her.” Today was just full of surprises.

“You talk to her?” He didn’t know if he should be horrified, impressed, or enraged at the thing. What has it been telling her?

“Yes, we have tea together.” Legion looked at him. “Would you like an invitation to our next tea party? You seem…what’s the word? Distressed? No, that’s not it.”

“I’m going to kill you,” the Master snarled, getting in their face. They didn’t even flinch which was quite impressive. “You think I’d be okay with a parasite talking to my best enemy like that?”

“Ooh. Careful, Koschei. She’s listening to everything you say right now. Don’t want her getting the idea that you care about her or anything now do we?” They smiled, tapping his nose mischievously with the flower. He wanted to bite them.

“Fuck you,” he spat, storming off to the direction of the ballroom.

“Was that meant for us or your girlfriend?” They called.

“Both!” He paused, realizing the implication of their word choice. Motherf- “And you’re not my girlfriend!”

[Okay, Kos. Sure,] Legion said telepathically. [We’re greatly flattered.]

“Piss off,” he growled through gritted teeth, feeling their amusement roll off him like waves.

A/N: He kept the flower in his coat pocket by the way if y'all are wondering.

#b r o #this concept is soo good #Id read the fuck out of a long ass fic with this #jeyfeather1234 #submission

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bakusoftie · 5 years ago

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burning hearts | faerie!shouto x reader

(a/n: this one-shot is very heavily inspired by my favorite book of all time The Cruel Prince series and faerie mythology in general and this is my first one-shot so it'll be really bad but I really hope y'all enjoy :) )

words: 784

warnings: bad writing + lil mention of endeavwhore 🥴 + kinda angst

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He hated her with every inch of his body, so deeply that he could barely breathe. He hates her so strongly that he can't think about anything else.

He hated how radiant her smile was and how harmonious and siren-like her laugh was, always pulling him out of the depths of his bitterness.

He hated how she was a delicate little mortal who will only live an eighth of his lifespan; he's perplexed by how fragile and weak human beings are.

But what he hates the most about her is the fact that he doesn't hate her, not even the littlest bit of his cold, unfeeling heart could ever hold such hostility towards her.

All Shouto could do with these disgusting feelings was to push them all the way down into the abysses of his soul as he watches her dance with a viridian-haired man and can only desire to be in his position. She catches his yearning stare and immediately looks down at the floor as if her intricately designed shoes were more interesting than the son of the King of Seelie Court being completely enamored by you.

He knows that she knows how he feels. She’s seen the number of journals he keeps around to write her name, over and over again, written in his own blood.

His legs betray them as they have unconsciously made their way over to her; she’s standing alone this time with a glass full of wine that stains her soft, kissable lips.

Mismatched eyes of blue and brown meet her shimmering eyes of [eye color], so full of hope and naivety, yet there that same hint of burning abhorrence that Shouto finds so bewildering.

He wishes to say so much things to her.

He wants her to know how much he hates the way she gives her gentle smile to passing villagers yet only looks at him with an icy glare that could only match his own and he wants her to know that every time she talks to that loud-mouthed barbarian prince, he imagines every way he could char the skin off his bones or freeze his hands right off so the bastard could never get the chance to touch what belongs to-

But he doesn’t.

“Dance with me” he demands, knowing that she’ll obey him; she always does.

Her feather-like fingertips hover over his thick, pale neck; his entire body shudders as goosebumps form on his translucent skin. He almost wants her to grip harder. He almost begs for it.

He grips her hips as if he was dangling off of a cliff and needed her softness in his clenched hands to hang on.

Their bodies start to sway as their feet move in tandem with each other. It was always like a chess match when they danced, each one of them always tried to outdo the other but would lose themselves eventually but there was never a clear winner.

“You’re not as bad at this than I thought you were, silly human” Shouto never calls her by her actual name. She thinks he doesn't even know it but the problem is that he cannot forget it.

”Tch, You say that like this is the first time we've danced together” she taunts with a sultry tone with, dare he say, affection hidden beneath her words.

”Do you remember the first night we danced?” Shouto takes advantage of her pause for thought to pull her closer to him.

”I remember you telling me how much you despised me,” her once soft voice is now hoarse.

“Tell me again. Tell me how much you hate me”

“I hate you so much that sometimes it’s all I have to live for.” Shouto laments as he leans down to her and,in a hushed whisper next to her ear, mutters those cursed words.

They come out like a sweet caress or more like; a dream-like enchantment.

[name] and shouto both stared into each other’s eyes for the rest of the evening.

The searingly hot feeling in their chests never burned out in the slightest that night, and maybe, it never will.

#todoroki shouto #todoroki shouto x reader #fantasy au #fantasy au shouto #bnha #bnha x reader #todoroki x reader #boku no hero academia

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hardcore-evil-regal · 7 years ago

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Mother of Mine

They Call Me the Cavalry (BadassNinja)

Summary: After returning to their time and saving the world, the team take some time to recuperate. Focused on May's dealing with the aftermath of not only the framework and the future, but also learning that she was a mother.

Notes: Wow it's been so long since I last posted something. Usually I post a couple of stories during the holiday season but my muse was sadly absent, however I have managed to come up with this. Just a bit of angst for right before the airing of the 100th episode, I hope y'all enjoy :)

You can keep reading this here or on AO3 or ff.net

Mother of Mine

Mum.

Such a simple word. Just three letters, and yet this one word has changed her life in a way she has not been prepared for.

Mum.

The one word she never thought she would be called after the events of Bahrain. A title that she felt she would be undeserving of.

Mum.

The word whispered in her ear as a woman stabbed lay dying in her arms. Her last breath used to utter the words, ‘I love you mum’.

Robin.

A young girl whose life was laced with tragedy from the very beginning. A young girl with a gift that too few could understand.

Robin.

The woman who lay dying in her arms as she told her how they would save the world. The woman that saw a side to her that she thought had long since been broken.

Robin.

The one that called her ‘ mum ’. Her daughter.

It’s strange, how the world keeps turning and life goes on, everyone else none the wiser that they just got saved from an extinction level event. Saving the world is weird that way. People still hate them though. Still want their heads on a spike for all their apparent crimes that they’ve committed. If only they knew the half of it. It doesn’t matter though, because in the end there will always be another imminent threat that eclipses the last - it’s just how their life goes. But for now there is a lull. It’s the quiet before the storm she thinks, but regardless she is going to take what she can from this rare moment of peace.

The whole team is tired and recuperating, still dealing with the backlash of the framework let alone the after effects of their time travel. Her body is still healing - a pipe through the leg won’t just go away overnight even if she pretends that it isn’t that bad - but it’s not just the physical trauma that’s left her vulnerable. The framework had messed with her head, taken her memories and implanted a false life in her brain. A life without warmth, no family or friends. Just a life dedicated to Hydra, dedicated to eternally trying to atone for her one sin. For saving the life of an inhuman child.

It pains her to think back to the cold and unfeeling monster she had been in the framework, but it is nothing in comparison to the way it breaks her heart to remember the woman bleeding out in her arms on the zephyr, a whispered ‘ mum’ leaving her lips as she tells her of a life that they lived together. And that’s why she finds herself sitting on a park bench, watching as a woman and her young daughter sit together quietly on a rug, the woman watching over the little girl as she draws away silently, crayon gliding over paper.

Robin was right. They do have a special relationship, but the only thing is that by saving the world… their story never happens. Robin’s mother never dies, the world is not destroyed, they don’t fly to the Lighthouse and she and Robin never meet.

She never becomes a mum.

There is a dull ache in her chest as she forces herself to face the reality of it all. It seems ridiculous to mourn something that she can’t even remember, to mourn something that she technically has never actually lived through. But the heart is a fickle thing, and she cannot deny the heavy ache that she feels deep within her. The hollow emptiness inside her chest that yearns for something that is not hers to have.

It’s wrong.

It is wrong in oh so many ways. There are three lives she has lived, but only one of them is real, only one of them is truly hers. She is not the callous and harsh Hydra agent, nor is she the single mother of an inhuman child in the midst of post apocalyptic Earth. She is Melinda May, Agent of SHIELD, and yet even when she repeats the words aloud to herself there is still that feeling of an endless void in her heart that won’t disappear, regardless of how she tries to reason with herself that there is nothing missing. This is the life she chose, this is the life she wants. But a part of her, remnants of the old Melinda come floating to the surface, reminding her that once upon a time she did want something different from SHIELD.

A child.

After Bahrain she never truly allowed herself to grieve the loss of all the opportunities she gave up when she shut down. In some way it was her own self imposed punishment that she felt she deserved. A life for a life perhaps. And yet now circumstances have her yearning for a child once more. A child that she cannot have.

A small smile comes unbidden to her lips as she watches the young girl offer up another drawing to her mother, a page full of colourful lines and smiling stick figures. Her mother takes the drawing silently with a smile that looks almost pained as her daughter begins scribbling out another scene on a fresh page. They look so normal, except Melinda knows that they are anything but. To anyone else they appear like any other mother and daughter out on a picnic, but in reality it is a mother watching her daughter plagued by a gift she cannot control, helpless in guiding her daughter through something even she doesn’t fully understand. In some ways the situation is almost too reminiscent of Bahrain.

“You should talk to her,” an all too familiar voice says behind her.

She barely reacts, just a slight shift of her head towards the sound of his voice.

“It wouldn’t achieve anything,” she says in reply after several moments of silence.

His feet crunch on the autumn leaves as he moves around to sit beside her on the bench.

“It might help,” Phil looks at her with a softness in his blue eyes.

Tearing her eyes away from the mother and her young inhuman daughter, she finally looks at him, brown eyes filled with a heavy sadness and pain that she doesn’t bother to hide from him.

“I just can’t stop thinking about this other life I had,” she admits, “as a mother.”

His blue eyes look at her with understanding written in them because he too is still dealing with the after effects of his own false life in the framework. Reaching over he takes her hand in his, clasping it warmly in his much larger one. The corner of her lips quirk up in the barest hint of a smile. He finds his own lips lifting up in a small smile in return as he watches her carefully, slowly raising their joint hands to his lips where he presses a soft kiss to the back of her hand. The action brings a smile to her lips - a real smile - and sends a warmth through her chest that makes her feel like for the first time, maybe that void inside her won’t always be there. Because regardless of what happens, she will always have him. And for her, that is enough.

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Let me know what you thought! It's a bit of a change up for me to write a dynamic that's not just May and Coulson so share with me your reactions.

#melinda may #robin hinton #agents of shield #Phil Coulson #philinda #mom fic

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smuttyfairy · 8 years ago

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When I Wake [ch.1]

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Genre: Angst / Fluff

Summary: The day you were proposed to by Kim Taehyung was absolutely unforgettable, but not in a magical, fairy tale type of way. Instead of ending the night with celebratory congratulations, you and Taehyung find yourselves in a car accident that leaves you in a coma. When you wake three years later, you receives news that Taehyung passed away as a result of his injuries.

After getting over the initial shock of Taehyung’s death, you peacefully carry on with your life, until one day you hear word that Taehyung might not be dead after all.

You try to find Taehyung to pick up your relationship where it left off, so everything could go back to the way it was. Only life’s not that simple. While trying to rekindle your love with the supposedly dead Taehyung, you have to deal with your arranged fiance and your newly acquainted (and dangerously hot) friend Park Jimin.

Your life becomes a whole lot more interesting when you wake.

Word count: ~2.3k

Written by: Admin Jifairy

A/N: So this is my first time writing a kpop ff, and it’s my first time writing a reader insert, AND it’s my first time writing angst so please bear with me~ (it’ll get interesting soon I promise) Also jimin & yoongi are tagged in addition to tae bc they will be part of the story later on!

Taehyung placed his lips on yours; it was the only warmth you’d felt in this winter wonderland. As he pulled away, you could feel every cell in your body yearn for his embrace but reluctantly settled for his hand in yours. You stood in the middle of the icy Bow Bridge in Central Park. It was where you two first met, three years ago.

Three years ago you were attending one of your father’s yearly charity events when you wandered off for some fresh air, away from the phony friendships and the nauseating smell of cologne and brandy that every male seemed to extrude.

Your father was a very rich and successful business man, so it became common for your father to hold these charity events. Anyway, as you were crossing the Bow bridge, a biker nearly ran into you, causing you to stumble backwards on your heels. Taehyung was crossing the bridge at the time, and being the gentleman that he was, he swooped in and prevented you from falling. You landed in his arms with such ease; your body conformed so perfectly to every inch of his, just like a missing puzzle piece. The moment was so picturesque that all you needed was a camera crew, and it could have been a scene from a cliché romance. When you looked up at your unnamed hero, you found yourself drowning in a pair of beautiful brown eyes. “Whoa,” he chuckled as he helped you regain your balance. “Are you okay?” You weren’t listening to a word he was saying, though. Your mind was filled with the color brown and how he seemed to make it the most romantic and desirable color God ever gifted the world with. “Are you alright?” He asked again when you failed to respond. His voice was so perfectly deep, it almost knocked you off your feet again. He stood nearly six feet tall with light brown hair that hung just above his eyebrows and a chiseled chin that led to perfection. He had a face that belonged on a Greek statue. You answered with a nearly inaudible, “Yeah, I’m…” your voice trailed off, left to hang in the silence. Your eyes were fixated so deeply on his that you were unable to finish your sentence. You had always been a ditz when it came to boys, and this one was no exception. But Taehyung smiled anyway, ignoring the idiotic look on your face. He was too busy admiring the way your adorable slender nose and full lips complimented your doey eyes. “I’m Kim Taehyung, and you are?” Taehyung introduced himself and began walking towards an empty bench at the end of the bridge, hoping you would follow. “Uh - I’m Y/N.” You choked out. After your encounter, you ended up getting to know a lot about him. He was born in Buffalo, New York and then moved to New York City when he was five. Apparently, Taehyung’s mother, Kim JangMi, was a mistress, and Taehyung is the product of an unfaithful husband and his behind-the-scenes lover. When Taehyung’s father, Kim YongSoo, found out JangMi was pregnant with him, his father cut off all ties with her and sent her to the states in order to keep people from finding out about his affair. After all, YongSoo was a well-known political figure who was also the CEO of a huge finance company. Every month, Taehyung’s father sends them living expenses and pays for everything they need. Taehyung’s mother never wants to use the money because she thinks it’s “dirty”, and she resents Taehyung’s father for sending her to the states without a second thought despite telling her he loved her. She hated having to rely on him after everything he’s put her through. But, reluctantly, she always accepts the money for the sake of providing Taehyung with the best. Soon, you became so captivated by the handsome seventeen year old boy who seemed to have taken a harmless interest in you. And that was the beginning of your innocent romance, completely unaware of its tragic fate. ••• Currently, you and Taehyung were gazing at the lake that had frozen over and now served as an ice skating rink. The air was crisp and cold as snowflakes kissed your bare skin. “Three years ago I met this strikingly beautiful girl with skin so porcelain and eyes so enchanting,” said Taehyung. “It was like looking at a glass doll; she was the epitome of perfection.” Taehyung stopped for a brief moment and turned to face you. He gazed into your beautiful eyes, adoring the effect they had on him. The way they could turn him into a babbling, love struck idiot. “Y/N, I can’t imagine life without you, and I don’t want to.” You smiled, “Trust me, you won’t have to. You’re stuck with me.” You’ve given three years of your life to Taehyung so far, and you don’t plan on remembering those three years as a waste of time. Taehyung smiled sweetly and retracted his hand from yours, taking away every bit of warmth with it. The cold nipped at your fingertips, sending your hand fleeing for your coat pocket. Taehyung reached into the pocket of his favorite Burberry coat and pulled out a small, black suede box before kneeling down onto the blanket of snow. Your hands flew to your mouth. You’d envisioned this moment at least a million times since you were a little girl, but to actually be able to put a face to the man of your proposal fantasy felt surreal.

Taehyung reached for your left hand and held it lightly in his.

“I know your parents are against us being together, and I know I don’t have much money of my own to support us,” Taehyung exhaled slowly, “but Y/N, will you marry me?” With you turning eighteen and becoming a legal adult, Taehyung decided it was time to finally pop the question. A smile stretched across your face. “Of course!” You exclaimed and opened your arms wide for his embrace. Taehyung jumped to his feet and held you so tightly, that if you really were like the fragile, glass doll he’d depicted you as, you’d shatter into a million pieces. Tears brimmed your eyes as you said, “God, I love you!” You smiled through your words. Then, you planted a passionate kiss on his lips before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, indulging yourself in his intoxicating smell. “I love you, too,” he whispered in your ear. Then he released you from his grasp and placed the ring on the hand that would soon belong only to him. The ring was a small, white diamond on a thin, plain band. It was simple yet elegant, and you couldn’t ask for anything better. You and Taehyung continued on your walk through the park. You were still on cloud nine thinking about the fact that you two were officially going to be together forever. Y'all were talking about eloping and leaving your families and fortune behind for love and happiness when you came across an area, secluded from other civilians, where the snow remained untouched; it was so beautiful, you were almost reluctant to touch it. But Taehyung had already taken a step into the virgin snow, imprinting his existence into the world. You made your way to a nearby bench. After you pushed off all the snow from the bench, you sat down. You leaned into Taehyung as he wrapped his arm around your waist. You two began reminiscing over all the memories you had together, both good and bad. You couldn’t help but think about all the arguments you thought you’d never recover from. And yet here you were, with his arm around your shoulder and a ring on your finger. You’d always hoped Taehyung would be the one you married, but you’d never imagined your dream would actually come true.

While reminiscing, you noticed three intimidatingly tall men in black suit pants and black overcoats briskly walking your way. “Oh, my God!” You exclaimed under your breath. “Tae, those three guys over there work for my family. They were probably sent to take me back home!” Up until last month, yours and Taehyung’s relationship was a secret. Only a select few knew you were dating. Taehyung’s mom knew about your relationship and adored you, but your parents didn’t know a thing. You knew your parents, your dad especially, would never accept an illegitimate child as their potential son-in-law. When your father finally found out, he continuously screamed that he would never allow you to date a bastard and that you are never allowed to see him again. Not to mention you already have a fiancé that your parents chose for you. He’s of wealthy background and is currently studying to be a doctor. You two have met very briefly a couple of times, but you weren’t supposed to marry him until you turned twenty. You didn’t want to marry someone you don’t love, however, and so you ignored his entire existence until you forgot about him all together. “Shit!” Taehyung responded. Without a second thought, he grabbed your hand and ran through the snow. It was a struggle for you to keep up with Taehyung, because he was five foot ten with long legs and you weren’t nearly as tall as him. You stumbled multiple times, but Taehyung always caught you before you fell. The men began running after y'all at full speed, closing the space between you by half. All you could think about was what would happen if you were separated from Taehyung, and why you couldn’t just be together peacefully.

“Why can’t they just leave us alone?” Taehyung shouted, wishing the men would turn into an unconcerned pile of snow. As you ran the familiar path back to the parking lot, Taehyung was careful not slip on ice. You finally made it to the car at last and slid in with ease thanks to Taehyung’s unhealthy habit of leaving the car doors unlocked. Taehyung revved up the engine and reversed out of the parking spot and onto the main road. The road lead to a more hill-y, rural area that was surrounded by trees. The men in black jumped into their nearby car and sped towards the exit in pursuit of you. The little mission of bringing you back home soon turned into a full-on car chase. With Taehyung pushing almost eighty miles per hour, he was in the lead, but not for long. Eighty doesn’t sound that fast, but when there is snow all over the road, and you can spin out of control at any given moment, it feels a helluva lot faster. Not to mention the sun was beginning to set, making it harder for Taehyung to see. The street lights began to illuminate the road that was being engulfed in impending darkness. “Tae!” You cried. You gripped the handle bar above your head tightly as your hands began to turn white from lack of blood flow. “Maybe you should slow down!” With a grunt Taehyung said, “If I do that, they’ll be able to stop us, and they’ll take you away from me. I can’t lose you!” There was genuine fear in Taehyung’s eyes. Fear of the unknown … fear of losing the most precious thing in the entire world to him. Suddenly, there was a sharp left turn in the road that Taehyung didn’t notice due to the lack of light. He turned his steering wheel almost 360 degrees; the wheels of the car slid across a sheet of ice, sending their car tumbling down a hill, hitting bushes and trees along the way. Taehyung tried to take control of the car by pressing the brakes and turning the steering wheel, but the acts were futile in a rolling car. You tried to scream with sheer terror, but the sound never made it past your lips; coarse puffs of air escaped instead. The sound of branches scraping against the car’s exterior filled your ears. The windows were being punctured by the branches, shattering them. You shut your eyes tightly, not wanting to see what was going to happen next. As the car continued to roll, your bodies were being thrown around like rag dolls. Everything was happening so fast, neither of you had time to process what was going on. The car took one last toll when it crashed head-on into a tree. For some reason, the airbags didn’t deploy, so Taehyung slammed into the steering wheel, earning a blast from the horn, and your face made excruciating contact with the dashboard. The force of the impact was so strong that it propelled you through the window, despite your constricting seat belt. Broken glass tore into your colorless skin. You were no longer a porcelain doll but a blood-stained rose. A searing pain shot through your right leg; it was like it’d caught on fire. You laid flat against the frigid ground, about fifteen feet from the car. Your limbs were haphazardly positioned and your face was buried into a pile of bloodied leaves and wreckage debris. Every inch of your body ached. You tried to sit up, but to no avail. The pain was so intense that you nearly blacked out. The most you could do was position your head so you could see the car out of your peripheral vision. Then suddenly, light filled the sky and the smell of burning metal filled your nostrils. The car had caught on fire. You weren’t sure if Taehyung had gotten out of the car or if he was still in there. Is he trapped? Unconscious? …Dead? “Taehyung,” you tried to scream, but once again the sound never reached your lips. The smoke from the fire blurred your vision and before you could attempt to call out his name once more, everything went black.

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coincedental-fate · 8 years ago

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To whom it may concern

Dad, Lately I found the reasons we have done these things. I know you told me to leave and not to come back, and I realize now that it wasn't out of lack of love for me, but more so for your increasing love for your image that you kicked me to the curb. Your increasing pride in your vanity, your yearning to look rich, and the plea for your family to look perfect are among the main reasons you banished me. I wish I could be fake for you, and play the part of the rich snob like you wanted. I wish I could be fake, and wear the fake suits, and carry around fake accomplishments, but if there is one thing in this world I can't be, it's a liar. I realize I've let you down. I wish you would have told me I had another brother. I didn't find out until that night when I looked on Aidan's Instagram and saw that he had posted a picture with little kynzie. It's kinda sad when you think about it. I guess you don't consider me family anymore. Which is fine I guess. I'm sure I deserve it. I went by the hospital today instead of going to sleep. Which was probably a mistake considering I've just hit my 126th hour of being awake. As I walked in I knew it was hopeless, to try to see my family. To try to see you all, but I went anyway. When I asked the desk where y'all were, she proceeded to ask for my name. When I stated my name and relation, I was told I was not listed in the contacts allowed in. Which is fine, I knew from the start it would probably be an empty attempt. But in conclusion I want to let you know, that even though I'm drowning in work, struggling to live from house to house, and forgotten how to sleep, I still love y'all. I'm still happy. And I know you would love for me to break, to cry and ask to be redeemed by you. I won't, because you don't deserve it. If there's one thing I got from you, it's stubbornness. To Brittany, Congratulations on your beautiful baby boy. I see he has red hair like fionn! I think that's great. I hope he grows up to be strong and confident, just like Aidan. I hope you're doing well. I know you hate me with all of your soul, but if it's all the same to you I would love to see my brothers again, even if just for a minute or two. If you have a change of heart please please please let me know. Stay safe and healthy God bless. Dear Aidan, I think it's funny you have forgotten I exist. Remember we used to tell each other every thing, we were closer than anyone ever was. We used to laugh about the stupidity of Andrew. We would design our future mansions for hours. Even talk about what life would be like if our family was normal. I miss that so much more than you know. I know you got my last 6 calls and 24 texts. So please remember your older brother. We both know I did absolutely nothing wrong. If you don't, I won't hold it against you. I know it can be hard not to conform to what our parents tell you. Either way, I love you the most, and I'll never forget the times we spent together, the shit that we have been through. Dear friends, I miss y'all so much more then u can ever know. All I do is work and work and study. It sucks. I haven't worked out in almost a week and I feel sick. Keep me in your prayers, Loyalty over everything. Dear girl, I'm sure you don't know this is about you, hell I doubt you will ever read it. But I think you might be the most amazing girl I've ever talked to, and it's weird how that works sometimes. I am so intrigued by your spontaneous attitude, you never cease to surprise me. Which I think is why I like you so much. It's hard to find people like you these days. I respect you. Sure you probably don't see it, I mean how could you. I've only talked to you a couple of times. And I know this isn't love yet. Hell I barely even know you. This is just me saying you are one of the best people I've met, and I'm glad it happened. With Love and honesty, Cheeto

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seasonsofreckoningrp-blog · 7 years ago

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Congratulations, Sky! You’ve been accepted for the role of Roman Kaʻanāʻanā. Please make sure to check our checklist, and you have twenty-four hours to send us your character’s blog. We’re really happy to have you in our family!

Your para sample showed his power and his hatred boiling very visible at the surface of his exterior. But it’s your reasoning for why you chose Roman that had us in love. You not only understand who he is as a warlock, but as every other role he has played in the coven and Valiente-Gardner family. You’ve peeled back all the layers to expose the reason why he has so much resentment and we can’t wait to see you bring him to life!

Introduction:

Sky. 22. EST. She/Her.

Activity Level:

Unfortunately this is not nearly as high of a number as I’d like it to be, as life is a busy ass bitch; but I’ll do my best to at least get on once a day and try to churn out replies and work on weekly tasks at a decent pace.

Further Contact:

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How did you find the Roleplay?

Okay so I squealed when Nani first mentioned the revamp to me, and I squealed again when I saw the promo reblogged on both y'all’s blogs. So I found the RP through both of you!

Roleplay Experience:

Well, the original SOR was my first experience, and I’ve had a bit of other groups and 1x1s sprinkled throughout since then; I’d like to believe my writing has at least slightly improved over this time, hahah.

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IC INFORMATION

Desired Character:

Roman Kaʻanāʻanā !!!

Faceclaim:

Jason Momoa *heart eyes emoji*

Why did you choose this Character?

For all those with ill-will inevitably become ill. I let Nani know just how much I loved this line when I first read it. I seem to be drawn to the big bads; I guess I just find something so damn attractive about the cocky men who wish to own the world… idk I got issues. But my love of Roman is so much deeper than “ooh he’s a villainous character, yeah okay this works.” Because he’s so much more than that. He’s a boy who lost his biological parents at such a young age that they weren’t the ones who raised him; they weren’t his parents. He’s a child who grew up in a healing town, though he felt no grief himself. He’s a preteen who just wanted to show his appreciation for the man who he looked up to as a father, molding his actions to mirror the Gardner’s. He’s a teen who admired Castalia’s strength and beauty; finding short lived solace in the three of them as a family. He’s a big brother. THIS POINT THOUGH. He loved Cass– he did. The four of them an extension of the word ‘family’ that he’d accepted with open arms. He would hold them, rocking slightly in the old rocking chair in the nursery, seeing how small the baby was; he was once that small and in need of someone to look after him. So he’d relish in being a big brother and look out for the one he’d pass his toys onto, because there was just enough love in Dom and Cas’ heart for the two of them… and then came the twins. Suddenly envy seemed to stem from his veins and the image of a little one needing guidance turned into the image of little ones leeching off of attention he yearned for. A darkness, that was perhaps always there but just buried deep deep deep within, begins to spread within him. He hides it until he’s actually able to do something about it, this loathing and hate running silently through him for more than half of his life. So the Valiente-Gardners would take away the attention he deserved, and now they would take his crown too? He doesn’t think so. The fact that he was physically the one to kill Spencer? The darkness seemingly eating away at his emotions leaving him indifferent as he watched the body fall lifeless; the heartbroken look in his former sibling’s eyes. That was just the start and now his twenty year plan is finally coming to fruition and he’s ready to take his rightful place as leader of a coven, even if he wasn’t a Gardner by blood, Bricket Wood is rightfully his.

Para Sample:

The sound of chunks of earth grinding together as Roman mindlessly manipulated the ground in front of him was a sound he’d often found comfort in. Perhaps it had been a waitress who’d given him the wrong order, or someone in the coven giving him news he didn’t want to hear. Honestly, he couldn’t even remember. All he knew was he’d find his way out into the middle of the woods and let his mind and hands wander whenever he needed to cool himself down. A level head was required when making plans as big as taking control of an island, and being as quick to anger as he tended to be, he required an outlet.

The Mabon was just the beginning, and though there was a slight hiccup; with another contender thrown into the ring, the event was still a success under his belt. With the death of their youngest sibling, the Valiente-Gardners would come at him with full strength and hold no punches. The mere thought brought a wicked half smile to his lips. A challenge… and one he’s sure he’d win.

His hands form fists and balls of dirt and soil float before him, his gaze glued to them as they rise and fall with his command. Thank God such a strong willed man should be blessed with such a strong power; after all, there is nothing quite more fearful than Mother Nature. Roman’s senses kick in as he hears faint footsteps far off in the distance, long before he’d been able to actually see the one walking toward him. Swiftly, he was to his feet and turning on the balls of his feet with agility and precision to face the direction of his unwanted company before they’d be able to get an advantage.

"What do you want?“ His deep voice echoed out with a fear-inducing tone as the clumsy footsteps approached before he physically heard them jump to a halt.

”Hello?“ A meek voice responded through the trees and beyond view, not moving any closer as terror seemed to plant their feet in the ground.

With a sigh, he began to move closer, letting his large frame move slowly through the branches as his enlarged shadow projected through the forest’s fog. "I said,” he paused as the person was finally able to see him– Roman thriving in the panic found in the weak human’s eyes– “what do you want?”

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Personality Traits:

+ Confident. With strong physical powers like his, it’s no wonder he has the boldness to go along with it. He can talk a big game, usually followed by just as big of a show. + Ambitious. He wants power, plain and simple. He’s able to reach for that goal with no doubt in his mind that he’ll be able to achieve it. + Motivated. Letting the plan to rid himself, and consequently the world, of the Valiente-Gardners has been a process simmering for two decades, and his eyes are set firmly on the prize. He will do anything it takes to achieve such a goal, no matter the price.

- Envious. From a little kid who was jealous of the attention that used to be his that had become shared amongst five to a man who believes it was his right to take over a coven, envy is an ugly trait rooted within him… he doesn’t share well. - Selfish. With such a focused mind on a certain goal, his eyes never wander to others and what they need. Instead, he only looks out for himself and his best interests. He can put a smile on and pretend to care about the wants of others, but he will always just be a man who puts himself at the top of the list. - Destructive. A hot-headed temper and the ability to control the earth don’t tend to mix too well as he leaves a path of ruin in his wake. With such a tendency to destroy everything he touches, does this mean he’ll inevitably destroy himself, too?

Headcanons about Future Interactions:

Cassidy. The sibling he once loved, if he was ever capable of such an emotion. I’m really looking forward to his indifference towards them, most likely even underestimating just how much of a threat they really are. He killed Spencer and now that void he’d been hiding between them for decades is out in the open for all to see, and he sheds no tears. His days of silently plotting are behind him as he’s no longer going to hold back his distaste, just as he’s sure they won’t either. I’m just so excited for them to BUTT HEADS as he threatens to take control of Moon Island and strip them of their 'birth right.’ There is no fear here, just loathing that’s soon to cause an eruption.

The Twins. He doesn’t even view them as two separate people, just the final straw that broke the camel’s back. His malice toward them is no less than it is toward Cassidy, though if he were to view the siblings as threats, Cass would be far greater of one. They seem to be too good; but he knows a thing or two about hiding wickedness behind a smile. I’m curious to see how they’re relationship– well, lack of one– will play out, especially with Leon and his own dirty little secret bubbling beneath the surface.

Charles. His right hand man. Though Roman would never fully be able to trust someone else completely, Webber is about as close as he’ll ever get. I’m excited to see him use Charles and his power and law enforcement position to his advantage, feeling no guilt about manipulating the younger warlock with a “purpose”.

Anything Else?: I just want to apologize for the extremely shitty para sample, and the short headcannon section as I really wanted to elaborate and add more people but I wanted to get the app in tonight! And forgive the extremely bare mockblog here (I was hoping to add far more to this but failed miserably).

#accepted

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