Tradition {Mando X Reader}

all of this

pairing: din djarin/the mandalorian x reader

warnings: nothing! bit of nerves, bit of fluff, hands™️ 

word count: 1090

A/N: what started as a blurb about hand-holding instead… careened into this.

There was a certain shift in the air, and it wasn’t a sudden change; gradually, over the course of hours, the air had become heavier, denser, and every breath required just that little more effort to reach the crevices of your lungs.

The curve of his beskar helmet glinted in the darkness.

Mando is at the dresser, back turned from you. You watch as he methodically removes his armour, arranging each piece neatly on the desk. His visor turns, carefully unclipping the buckles of his vambrace, removing it from his forearm, and placing it down so gently that it barely makes a noise.

Or maybe it did make a noise. The rush of your own blood might be drowning it out.

Keep reading

Untouched

Pairing: Pero Tovar/Virgin!Reader

Work Count: 3.2k

Summary: You and Pero spend your first night together, which is your first night with anyone.

Warnings: you guys have penis in vagina sex. Some descriptions/mentions of violence, reference to painful loss of virginity, but we all know Pero’s too good to do that to you

You were a walking contradiction. Nothing was more confusing or intriguing to Pero Tovar than how you managed to exist in these times.

When he’d been introduced to you (it was generous to call it an introduction, seeing as Tovar more or less refused to acknowledge you at the time) he saw you the way he saw most everyone: an annoyance at best, a punishment from god at worst. When he glanced at you, he saw just a little thing, a girl who ought to be at home, out of her depths.

He first beheld your beauty through a veil of bloodshed. On the battlefield you had no equal. People throughout his travels often equated grace to beauty, but in observing you, Pero found that simply wasn’t so. You did not dance with the blade, like twirled silk. What you did was not akin to dancing. It was heavy and destructive, you took to you enemies with the crushing force of a mortar and pestle. You wielded the heavy and challenging kanabo, the force of which caved armor and shattered bones, man and beast alike. When you swung the heavy bat, you looked as a healer pounding medicine. The force itself was destructive, but it was delivered with the righteousness of someone who was preserving life.

You could not always use the kanabo, and you most certainly could not spar with it, for your opponents would be crippled by even a sporting blow. So Tovar sometimes saw your prowess with the sword, the staff, anything nearby. You made many an arrogant man eat their words.

Now, when he was to imagine a beautiful woman, he did not think of flowing locks and fair skin wrapped in silks. He saw sword-cut hair, an oversized tunic, the loosening laces on leather armor.

Keep reading

Part 2 now up!

Oooh, yes yes I know exactly what I want to write for these lovely Anon prompts! (edit: oh yeah, Aemond popped off in this one...I was expecting to be writing harsh words, and maybe threatening...but nah he uh kills them)

Aemond x wife!reader | crude language | protective Aemond | violence

Moonlight washed over your face, the cool night breeze rustling your skirts as you snuck outside the Keep walls. You knew he waited for you, just below the descending stone steps in front of you, awash in silver light.

You saw a figure in a cloak, hooded and tall, lithe of frame, waiting for you, his hand on the banister as he turned toward the sound of your hurrying feet. "Y/N." Your name on his tongue like honey as your husband extended his arm for you to take. "I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost leaving our rooms."

"Aemond." You chided. "That's only happened once, and I had Aegon as my escort, we were both thoroughly in our cups."

"Mmhmm." He guided you swiftly down the remaining stairs, out into the open streets of King's Landing, the Red Keep a looming fortress at your backs. "You were undetected?"

"I had to navigate around some guardsmen, but yes. No one knows we're sneaking off to the fire festival." You looked up at him from under your own hood. "Why are we sneaking, Aemond?"

"Anonymity is half the fun." He mused, squeezing your arm briefly. "I'd rather enjoy the festivities with my lady without peasantry taking notice of our presence."

Firelight up ahead caught your eye. As the two of you strode forward the quiet darkened streets gave way to raucous revelry. Small folk laughing and cheering as fire dancers whirled and spat flame. There was an open pavilion with a makeshift stage whereon actors flounced about in comedic costumes. Bussers carrying platters of drink and food navigated their way through the chattering crowd. The smell of baked goods and sweet delicacies teased your nostrils as you inhaled, sharing a smile with Aemond.

Aemond did not release his grip on you the whole time you indulged in as many festival activities as you could. At all times he had a hand gripping your cloak fabric or tangled his fingers with your own. More often than not, he would watch your face rather than the performances of the acrobats and fire eaters. You would be gazing at them open mouthed in wonder at their skill, then your eyes would flick to Aemond's face, and he would be studying your expression with a soft half-smile upon his curved lips, the firelight reflecting in his lilac eye.

As the night wore on, your feet began to ache despite the support of your leather boots. You were loath to leave, even as the crowd began thinning and the booths of food slowly turned in their wares.

A group of men, huddled together near a mossy stone wall, caught your attention as one of them said Aemond's name in a gruff voice. His fellows erupted into laughter at whatever he'd just said about your husband, and your fists curled into instinctive fists. Aemond's hand at your waist indicated he heard it too, and you glanced up to see he was staring at ground, his lips firmly pressed together as he concentrated on overhearing their conversation.

You both didn't have to strain your ears overmuch as the next words were clear to be heard, spoken in a deep drunken drawl. "He's lucky to have landed a lady like her."

His friends grunted in agreement.

Another man spoke up in a reedy voice. "Landed?" He scoffed. "Bedded is more like. What I wouldn't give to get a piece of her."

You noticed Aemond had stilled so completely, he had stopped breathing as his narrowed eye flitted to the huddle of men.

"Man like that Aemond Targaryen. Missing an eye and all that and still gets between the legs of something like her." A rail-thin man took a derisive swig from a bottle. "I would give her a good fucking and she'd be able to stomach my face."

"Get bent Tarful." His companion growled, pushing the thin man on the shoulder. "I'd love me the chance to put a bastard in her belly though."

"Aemond no!" You hissed, grabbing onto your husband's cloak but to no avail. The fabric was wrenched from your grip as Aemond strode forward, throwing back the hood of his cloak as he unsheathed his sword.

There were three of them, inebriated as they were, and only one of Aemond. You crouched to the ground, feeling around for a loose stone, anything that could be used as a weapon should the need arise.

The men didn't take note of Aemond's presence until he was almost upon them.

"What the shit?"

"Who the-"

"Oh, hells take me."

Horrified recognition slid across their faces as they took in the sight of Aemond's livid face. The prince stood rigid, a hand behind his taut back as he pressed the point of his sword into the eldest man's throat.

"You dare speak of my wife in such a manner." Aemond could barely speak for the overwhelming rage constricting his throat. "You dare have such vile thoughts about her."

His long silver hair shone under the moon, cascading down his back and over his shoulders, his violet eye aflame, clearly indicating who he was even to the drunken men before him.

The reedy man reached for a small dagger at his belt, drawing it and stepping toward the enraged prince.

"Foolish." Aemond seethed, barely glancing at him as his sword flashed in a blur of movement.

A spray of blood, the man crumpled. You gasped, looking away as you covered your mouth.

"Y/N. Leave." Aemond commanded, his tone still hard and imperious. "Head back to the Keep. I will catch up with you."

"Aemond..."

"Go!"

You scrambled upright, running across the deserted courtyard, only glancing back once to see the remaining two men cowering before the Targaryen prince, his long sword still extended, now dripping red.

Few others were still in the streets, and they paid you no mind as you hurried away, back up the hill to the Red Keep. Your stomach twisted with the memory of those men's violating words, and the sound of that body hitting the cobblestones with dull finality.

Aemond was gentle and kind when he was with you. You almost forgot he had the blood of Old Valyria coursing hot through his veins. His fury scared you as much as it thrilled you. You had never before seen this side of your husband. Now you understood a little better why the Targaryens were so feared and respected, the words of their family running through your mind.

Fire and blood.

Let’s Do It (Let’s Fall in Love)

Masterlist

Pairing: Roger Taylor x OC 

Theme: Fluff 

Word Count: 3100+

Written for the @bowieandqueen11 fluff writing challenge! This was such a great idea and I had so much fun writing this. I’ve got a LOT of ideas so if people enjoy this I might actually make it a multipart fic. 

My prompt was: “It’s you. You’re the one I love.” Enjoy! 

Brian had been the one to introduce them. He and Genevieve had met during their first year at University, and although Roger had heard her name several times, it took over a year to meet the illusive redhead. That changed late one night in November, when Brian had finally decided to bring her to the flat while Roger was home. She’d been a little shy, returning his wide welcoming grin with one a little more muted and uncertain, but after the first bottle of wine had been finished she’d loosened up a little. They’d ended up sharing the cramped loveseat together while Brian had curled up in the armchair opposite, and as their shoulders bumped and he heard her laughter, Roger swore he felt giddy, but he blamed it on the alcohol.

They drank late into the night, until she started to slump back against the couch cushions, looking between him and Brian through heavy lidded eyes, and they decided it was time to sort out sleeping arrangements. The three had drunkenly argued over who would be sleeping where - Brian obviously couldn’t sleep on the loveseat, and even she would have been uncomfortable in it. Finally, after realising none of them would be able to get a half decent night’s sleep in the living room, she’d proposed sharing a bed with one of them. Brian had locked eyes with Roger over her head - he knew what his flatmate was like - and had suggested Genevieve take his room before stumbling off down towards his room ahead of her, bouncing off the walls of the corridor like a ping pong ball. She and Roger had watched him go with matched looks of bemusement, before she bid him goodnight and followed the lanky guitarist. Roger had paused in his doorway as she approached Brian’s room, stopping just shy of the threshold. He’d seen her nose wrinkle in distaste.

“What is it?” He asked, keeping his voice soft. There was a pause, and then a giggle as she turned to face him.

“Brian snores.” She whispered, and sure enough, as Roger got closer he realised he could hear the telltale snores of a very drunk Brian, who’d apparently passed out as soon as he’d stumbled into his room.

Inviting her to sleep in his room had just been the gentlemanly thing to do, at the time. When he jerked his thumb in the direction of his silent bedroom it had been completely innocuous, but when he woke up just before six, his arms wrapped around her and her back pressed up against his chest, it felt a whole lot less innocent. During the night they’d ended up spooning, so when he woke his nose was pressed into soft auburn curls, arms wrapped loosely around her waist as he anchored her to him. As she shifted in her sleep, burying her face into the pillow, Roger felt her hips swivel a little, her ass grinding back into him, and somewhere in his still-drunk mind the thought emerged to ask if she fancied a quick shag.

Bad idea, Taylor. He scolded himself. Friends don’t fuck their roommate’s friends.

Instead, he closed his eyes and settled back into the mattress, her hair tickling his nose as he pulled her a little closer, more out of habit than anything. Not that he would have told anyone, but waking up with someone curled up in his arms was one of his favourite things in the world.

They didn’t speak about that night for a long time. Brian had no idea Genevieve had spent the night in Roger’s room instead of his - he was the last to wake up and stumble into the kitchen, where she had already prepared a pot of coffee, which she and Roger were sharing as they nursed their hangovers. When he asked her if she slept well, his back to them as he rooted around in the fridge, he missed the sly smile she and Roger shared over their coffee cups.

Keep reading

Knight Aemond x Princess Reader mood board

Masterlist: The Hunt ; Night Off ; Neglectful Jealousy ; Devious Forgiveness ; Innocent Touch

Related Blog: @eraenaa (longer fics and one shots)

Your knight, Aemond, who was always by your side, no matter how much you tried to bribe him, he will not fall for it. He was always trailing you, refusing you to be out of sight, not because of duty but because he simply needed to be around you.

You knight, Aemond, who will always savor your scent whenever you are near him. Who would always find an excuse to touch your skin, may it be him offering his hand as you walked down the stairs or him wrapping his arms around your frame whenever the measliest of threats arose, disguising his passion as protection.

Your knight, Aemond, who would always stare down and intimidate any suitor of yours. Trailing closely behind as you tried to get to know them, always quick to go in between and meddle when he felt you were warming up with any lord or prince. Unable to stomach seeing you grow agreeable with your courtships.

Your knight, Aemond, who was always there the second you called for him. It does not matter if he has barely rested or eaten; the moment you send for him, he will be rushing down the castle halls, tending to your needs, no matter how insignificant or even frivolous they are. 

Your knight, Aemond, who would always listen intently to your babbling. Nodding along as you tell him your encounters for the day though he already knew because he was always by your side. Occasionally indulging you with his silver-tongued quips as he would sometimes be the one to share with you the latest gossip in court. 

Your knight, Aemond, who had been growing quite obvious with his affection for you. Sending you small tokens and flowers. He would often utilize the lie that the gifts were sent by an unnamed lord when, in reality, they all came from him. 

Your knight Aemond, who knew fully well that yearning for you would make no difference because whatever love you two would have for each other would be a love that would be denied and could not be, for how could a knight ever deserve a princess? 

Your knight, Aemond, who would settle to just being your sworn protector just as long as he had you near. Because as dreadful it was to see you be bound to another, nothing would compare to not having you near him; at those moments when he stood by your side, he indulged himself with a fantasy and pretended that you were his. 

slow responses.

billy hargrove x reader

summary: volleyball, a rivalry, a head injury and a worried boyfriend.

word count: 4.6k

a/n: @gutterdreams gave me this idea, and helped me with this a lot and i just love her! also i used to play volleyball and always wanted to be really good (i wasn’t) so i’m living vicariously through the reader. feedback is appreciated 

You breathed deep, the sounds in the gym becoming a dull hum in your consternated state. Your hands were placed firmly on your knees, the end of your ponytail ghosted across your back as you moved side to side.

This was it. This was the biggest game of the season, and you weren’t going to be the one who fucked it up.

Keep reading

masterlist

if you ever wanna be in love: a marcus pike x f!reader series inspired by the rom-com set it up

I: coffee cures all ills

II: coincidences 

iii: going down

iv: plan b & other messes

v: lightning strikes

vi: violets

updates wednesdays (errr, tries to anyway…)

the tag | full masterlist

Triple Frontier - Fic Recommendations

Main Rec Masterlist

@what-the--curtains

In a Week -> Agreeing to help out your long time friend Santiago by driving his military buddy up to a wedding turns into a sticky situation when a freak snowstorm traps you and Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales in a hotel together.

@ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa

Addicted to You -> As the sister of veteran turned freelance for hire Santiago “Pope” Garcia, you grew up close to his friends and ex-military squad. Frankie Morales always had your heart, in the same way you always had his–the two of you just never seemed to get the timing right. Trying to escape the violence of a military career based family, you turned to journalism and humanitarian work in war torn countries. But three days ago your crew was ambushed and after three days without any contact, Pope is getting the guys back together for a rescue mission.

@astroboots

Telltale Heart -> It’s what always happens in the movies; the man grovels, the woman forgives. There’s a passionate kiss; all is well, cue the credits with a heart swelling cinematic score. But somehow you’re unable to forgive him.

@themand0lorian

Four Guys Burgers and Fries -> You get a petty Instagram DM, and the boys try to life your spirits.

@echo-hiraeth

The Changing Table -> Part of the Ikea series. At eight months pregnant, you and your husband, Frankie are eager to finish up your nursery, he even asks his friends to come help out. However, it seems putting a changing station together isn’t as easy as you’d expect.

@say-al0e

All That Matters -> It was obvious to everyone just how much you loved Frankie but the last thing you wanted to do was come on too strong and ruin one of the best friendships you’d ever had. So, you were content to keep him as a friend rather than risk losing him forever. Frankie takes it upon himself to make the first move.

@storiesofthefandomlovers

Masterlist

Always Be My Maybe -> Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales has sworn off of relationships. He had his heart broken too many times in the past and he has learned his lesson. He knows that no woman could possibly love him enough to sit around and wait for him to come back from missions with no word if he is dead or alive so he decides to stay single and save everyone the trouble. However, his steely resolve disintegrates when he is getting drinks with Pope and notices you across the room. What happens when one night changes everything?

@alwaysbethewest

Why Did it Have to be.. -> day 12 of hyggetober ficlet challenge. prompt is “pets.”

@softpedropascal -> Masterlist

Frankie Masterlist part 1 / part 2

@dindjarindiaries

Thunder (Discontinued) -> When Frankie falls in love, he falls hard. But so does she. Luciana García—Santiago’s twin sister and, thus, one of Frankie’s best friends—knows that Frankie’s off limits. And so is she from him. Pope has made it obvious time and time again that they aren’t meant to be together like that. But nothing can stop the romance from brewing. Throughout college, throughout adulthood, throughout the shit they put themselves through—it’s still there, hanging in the air like distant thunder rumbling above them. And it’s only a matter of time until they give into the storm.

summer -> You spend a summer falling in love with Frankie.

@forever-rogue -> masterlist

Afterglow -> After having fallen in love in high school despite the two of you being an unlikely pair, you and Frankie make grand plans for a life and a future far away and all your own. But things…happen - change.

@foli-vora

More than words -> The one person who you thought would be happy for you finally getting with someone decent was your best friend. After all, he had set you both up. Who would’ve thought he’d be the reason it all falls apart?

@javier-djarin

Feels like Yesterday -> Elena “Luna” Bohannon and Fransisco “Catfish” Morales grew up inseparable. Out of their tight group of friends, they were the closest (except for Frankie and Santiago, of course). However, it seemed like the universe was against them - trying to keep them apart. By the time they were ready to share their feelings, Frankie was shipped off to bootcamp and Elena left for school. Both were suffering, alone, thinking of everything that might have been. Every night, though, Frankie would look up at the moon and remember the old legend: “Just as the Stars were wandering into the night, the Sun fell in love with the moon. How he wished to see her move than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk. But they were a world apart.” Now, Elena has found someone; someone from both of their pasts that Frankie always envied. Frankie has come home for good, ready to start his life, but he can’t do it without her. Both Elena and Frankie need to face the difficult past they share before either of them can move on.

@littlepadika

Calling Home -> You are a receptionist at the VA. Frankie Morales keeps calling. Yearning ensues…

@miceenscene

Tis the damn season -> At one point in your lives, you knew Frankie better than anyone else on earth. When did that change?

Forgotten {Javier Peña x Reader}

A/N: So this came to me in the dead of night basically xD. Yes I know I have other series and requests and so much more but this is what is inspiring me at the moment so I grasped this inspiration in my cold dead hands and refuse to let it go. It’s just going to be a little mini series (2-3 more parts)! I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: After a tragic accident befalls Javier while on the Job, he wakes up 2 months later in the hospital with no memory of his life in Colombia or the wife sitting by his side. You and Javier struggle to deal with his memory loss as you are forced to head back home to the states.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Heavy angst, sad, so sad. and that’s really it for this part folks.

»»————-　♡　————-««

Silence was not something you were used to being with Javi. You never got silence while in Colombia because of the constant gunfire or the wailing of sirens. But you also never got silence because of the light conversation from Steve and Javi in the living room, or the laughter that Connie let out as you both baked cookies together …

Now, silence had become your begrudging best friend. 

It was the only thing that surrounded you on the flight home from Colombia. The man sitting next to you, your husband, offering nothing more than an ‘excuse me’ when he had to get up once to go to the bathroom. You had to hold back tears as you both stood in silence at the luggage claim, cursing every god there was for doing this to you and the man you love, taking away the only happiness either of you have had in a long time. 

Although…you suppose it doesn’t bother Javier much. He can’t even remember the happiness he lost since the accident almost 3 months ago. 

He was in a coma for 2 and a half months, and the doctors weren’t sure he’d ever wake up. So, when he did, a collective breath of relief was released throughout the entire room, remembering the feeling of utter joy when his eyes had fluttered open. But most of all, you remember the feeling of your heart crumbling in your chest when he fixed you with a confused look, uttering -

“Who are you?”

Keep reading

The First Snow

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x fem!reader Rating: T+ Summary: Jack is finally home, just in time for the magic of the changing seasons.  Word Count:  1,827 Warnings: Sexually suggestive comments but nothing explicit, Soft!Whiskey, no beta A/N: This started as a little head cannon that I sent to @talesfromtheguild​ yesterday when we got our first (super early) snowfall of the year, and I expanded on it just a bit. I’m so soft for Jack, it’s unreal. I’m thinking of expanding this to a much steamier part two. yay? nay? 

Masterlist

Fall on the ranch was your favorite time of year. The air was crisp and smelt of the turning leaves that fell gently in the breeze. It was the time to bring out your cozy clothes; your favorite sweaters and scarves, the knit mittens your grandmother had made you, the cute little beanies your boyfriend insisted on buying you (not that you were complaining). Everything inside smelt of cinnamon and nutmeg, and the nights were spent wrapped in a fleece blanket by the fire with your favorite warm drink warming your hands. In a word, it was perfection. The only thing that made it better was when your man finally made it home for the holidays.

And that final thing is what you currently find yourself waiting for.

Keep reading