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beskarhearts · 3 years

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Fate (Din Djarin x reader)

Connection series Pt. 6

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader (no use of Y/N)

Warnings: cursing (I think that’s it but let me know if I missed any)

Word count: A little over 7.0K

Summary: You and Din finally explore outside of the ship, but that comes with a couple complications

Notes: So far, I’ve written this story as a reader insert one. I am super comfortable writing from this perspective and don’t want to stop doing so, but I feel like I’m giving the character too much of a background and personality to be a reader insert. I’m not sure what to do, I’ll probably keep it how it is but would love some advice!

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Din stood with his body leaning against the wall of the Crest, staring at his child and the woman who were both sat on the floor in front of him. He watched as she brought her hands up to her face and tore them away from it, letting out a loud “Peek-a-boo!” as the childs giggles filled the hull of the ship. She had been doing it for about five minutes straight and everytime the child reacted as if it was the first, and the greatest thing he’s ever witnessed. And every time, the brightest smile was brought upon her face as she watched the kid.

“Din, you have to do this with him. His expression is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Din hadn’t even noticed that she knew he was there, though he supposed he couldn’t hide easily with how small the ship was. Her eyes sparkled as she once again let out another “Peek-a-boo!” to the child’s delight. She let out a laugh again and Din felt a warmth in his chest at the sound.

The Mandalorian loved watching the two of you together. His child and his cyar’ika. Seeing you guys interact and the smiles you put on each other’s faces had to be one of the greatest gifts he had ever been given and he thanked the Maker, or whatever was out there, that he had been given the opportunity to have you two in his life. Din never thought he would have a second chance for a family but here it was in front of him.

“I don’t know if it will translate as well with the helmet.” He finally replied.

She looked up at him with a small frown on her face, her eyebrows scrunched together as she shook her head. The child detected her change in attention and turned to look at Din, beginning to waddle over once he realized his dad was near. “He doesn’t care about the helmet.”

Din wondered if that was true but a part of him had to believe it. The connection she had with the child was uncanny. It seemed she could always tell when he was hungry, tired, upset. She knew when he liked something or didn’t. If Din didn’t know any better, he would say she could read the kids thoughts or something. So far, you never seemed to be wrong when it came to the little womp rat. And that made Din so unbelievably happy. He truly loved the child, more than he was probably willing to admit, but he didn’t always understand him. He was just happy that the kid had a maternal connection with her and that he had found his person who understood him.

“What about you?” The question slipped out before he noticed. Din hadn’t realized how much the thought had been in the back of his mind, nagging at him. He had never expected his relationship with her to ever reach the point it was at. A possibility of a friendship never even crossed his mind when he first brought her on. But now they were friends. Dare he say great friends. And Din knew he felt some things about her he had never felt before with any other person.

But Din couldn’t help but wonder if the helmet was a hinderance at all. If he didn’t have the helmet, would they be closer? Was there something deep down in her that was the least bit disturbed at his armor, his helmet, or his career? She never asked any questions about it and he assumed it was for one of two reasons: she truly didn’t care or she was too afraid to ask.

Din watched as her brows dropped and her face softened. He looked away from her, suddenly feeling flushed and embarassed, to look at the child which now starting patting at his leg.

“I don’t care about the helmet. I care about you, Din.” He looked back up at her to find her examining him, as if searching for a sign as to what he was feeling. “What made you think of that?”

“You never ask anything... about it. People usually say something eventually.”

She nodded her head as if understanding where this was coming from. “It’s not my place to do that. You swore a creed. This is your way of life. I don’t want to do anything to harm that or make you uncomfortable.”

She said it so plainly, as if that was just common logic and how everybody looks at it. But people didn’t. People didn’t understand that being a Mandalorian isn’t just a job but a way of life. It’s a creed you swear and can never go back on. Din felt a smile etch onto his lips as he looked upon her.

“I do have one question though.” She stated with a small smile beginning to form, one corner of her lips lifting slightly.

“What?”

“Do you look like the kid? Cause I imagine it must be painful to keep the ears in a helmet.” She tried her best to keep a serious face but Din could see the laugh she was trying her best to suppress and her eyes crinkled.

Din let out a little chuckle. “No, I don’t look like the kid.”

“Well, then, I don’t care what’s under the helmet. You could look like a bantha for all I care.” She let out a loud laugh at the joke, brushing some of her hair behind her ear and Din studied her beauty. The joy she emitted when she laughed was unlike anything he had ever seen before.

“A bantha?”

“Yes. As long as you don’t end up smelling like one, we’re good.” She let a chuckle out at that one, Din joining her. He watched as she paused for a moment. She bit her bottom lip, like she did often when she was thinking, and then looked back up at Din. “I do have one guess though.”

“About what?”

“I think you have brown eyes.”

Din tilted her head at her, his mind blown away. He supposed he shouldn’t have been. Brown was a very common eye color. But the fact that she was able to guess what color his eyes were and the thought that she had even thought about it... was a intoxicating of a thought. “What makes you say that?”

He watched her cheeks flush a little at her questions, perhaps not expecting him to inquire as to why. She wrung her hands together and looked away from his burning gaze, to the ground. Din loved when she got embarrassed like this. It didn’t happen often - it just wasn’t part of her personality - but it always made him feel like the luckiest man when she did. It was just so pure and light hearted. “It just seems like the right color for you. Strong and determined and resilient but also kind and compassionate...”

Din stood there in silence and for the first time in his life, the prospect of taking his helmet off in front of her, letting her actually see him, sounded so alluring. He could feel his fingers itch, wanting to slide the helmet off and show her his eyes.

And he suddenly become over come with anxiety and fear. He had never felt that way. Mandalorians weren’t allowed that. If he did that, it would be breaking a code he spent his whole life following to a T. He couldn’t disregard that, even for her. Another sillier, almost adolescent, part of him worried she wouldn’t like what she saw. That she wouldn’t care or understand how paramount the moment was. Or that she would really think he looked like a bantha or something.

She finally cleared her throat and her gaze drifted back to the child and she nodded her head towards him. “Now play peek-a-boo with the kid before he gets upset.”

Din nodded his head and bent down onto his knees, watching as the kid looked up at him with big eyes. He slowly brought his gloved hands to cover his helmet for a few seconds before bringing them down rapidly, letting out a “peek-a-boo” as doing so. The child’s laughter erupted immediately, his little teeth peaking through the big grin that broke out on his face. His big eyes sparkled as the sound of his small laughs filled Din’s ears, warming his heart. He glanced over at her. She was watching the whole thing, a small giggle leaving her lips as she saw the kids reaction. She looked over at Din and smiled brightly, taking his breath away. “Told you the kid would love it.”

No one could see it, but Din had the biggest grin on his face.

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“What about Dinny?”

“No.”

“Din-Din?”

“No.”

“Dinsters?”

“What?”

“McDin?”

“Please stop.”

“Double D?”

“No.”

“Get it? Cause your name is Din Djarin. Both initials are D.”

A loud sigh rumbled from his modulator as he stared ahead. “I understand the logic. It’s just stupid.”

You hold back a laugh, feigning that you were hurt and dramatically placing your hand over your heart. “I just want to come up with a nickname for the man who finally admitted that little ol’ me is his best friend in this entire galaxy. Tin Can just feels offensive at this point.”

“I regret admitting this.”

An evil glint sparkled in your eyes as Din finally turned to look at you. “Oh please, I knew it deep down this whole time. I mean after all, I am a cyar’ika.” You viewed the man as one of his fists clenched and you could sense him get physically uncomfortable. “You know, one of these days you will have to tell me what it means.”

“It means pain in my ass.” The words were said gruffly and you could tell you were probably getting to him. But Din still hadn’t told you what cyar’ika meant. And unfortunately you didn’t have a convenient ‘basic to Mando’a’ dictionary, so you had no clue what the word on your necklace meant. For all you know it could say ‘ugly know-it-all’ or ‘big fat lard’.

“Oh, if only it really meant something that sweet and kind. Then you would probably make me swoon.”

Din cocked his helmet towards you, crossing his arms over his chest. “It would make you swoon if I called you a pain in the ass?”

You let out a small giggle while shrugging your shoulders. “Oh yes. It’s the way to my heart.”

“Guess I’ll call you a pain in the ass more often then.” Din then turned his head back to look out the windows of the cockpit of the crest.

And your jaw quite literally dropped. Did Din Djarin just flirt with you?

You heart started racing and you whipped your head forward, away from Din so he couldn’t see the stupid, absolute bewildered expression on your face. He had been getting more ballsy with your lately. You’d like to think you had inspired some confidence in him, made him feel a little better about himself like he had with you. But maybe you just had fed his secret ego because lately he had been flustering you more and more. And while you enjoyed the banter, you felt like a teenage girl every time he made you blush and put you at a loss for words. I mean, you were a woman known for being quick-witted and a talker. You couldn’t let this tin can get to you.

But the problem is you could never tell what got to Din. This is one of the areas in life where you imagined the helmet is useful. Then no one can tell when you are jealous or embarrassed or flustered. You wondered if you’d ever made Din Djarin, the mighty Mandalorian, flustered. You wondered if he had ever blushed beneath that helmet of his. You didn’t think it was possible: he was too strong for silly little things like that. But you still decided that you had to step up your game.

“So, uh, w-where are we going now?” You cursed yourself for stumbling over your words as you finally felt your face start to cool down.

“We need more supplies. I know a village that is close by. Has a big market place. I’m gonna stop there and get some supplies.”

Your eyes widened. Ever since you joined Din, you had been confined to the ship. And the planet he had found you from didn’t really have a lot of people in general. Definitely no marketplaces where there were colors and sights and sounds. And people.

You adored being with Din and the child. It felt like a gift. But you would be lying if you didn’t say you were a little antsy from staying on the ship so much. You knew he couldn’t stay in one place for too long or show his face too much because the Empire was still actively looking for the kid and him, but if he was already going somewhere outside of the ship, what was the harm in you going?

“I’m gonna go.”

“No.”

You whipped your head to look at Din incredulously. “No offense, but I wasn’t asking permission.”

“It’s not safe.”

You let out a sigh. You knew he just wanted to protect you. And you appreciated that. You really did. But he was not winning. “You don’t think anywhere besides the ship is safe.”

Din let out a sigh of his own. “Because it’s not. I’m not the only one whose probably wanted by the galaxy.”

“Oh, please. I’ve been hidden this long. I’m fine.”

“It’s not worth the risk.”

“Well it’s not your risk. It’s mine. And I’ve decided it is worth it. And besides, you will be there to protect me. And now I can be there if you need me.”

“I don’t need you to come.”

“I know. You are a big, scary Mandalorian. But I am still coming.” You rose from the passengers seat, giving Din a small smile and resting your hand on his shoulder. “Now, I am going to get the kid ready. He is going to love seeing it.”

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Being in this marketplace was like a breath of fresh air.

You weren’t exactly sure where you were but there were plants and so many people, of so many kinds. You could see why Din chose it. With this much going on, it made it easier to blend into the crowd. All you could do as you stumbled through the crowds was look at everything, in every which direction, with bright eyes. It felt like you hadn’t ever seen the universe before. Like everything was brand new.

The temperature was perfect, slightly warm but a breeze pushed through continually that felt like heaven on your face. You could smell food coming from every which direction, scents that you didn’t even recognize. There were so many vendors with people selling their creations, with bright colors and intricate designs that made your heart sing. Somebody you couldn’t see was playing an instrument near by which added even more life to the environment. The tune that you could hear matched the environment perfectly - lively and robust and fresh. You watched as people traveled with their friends and family, walking by and stopping at stalls with smiles on their faces. You felt so unbelievably fortunate to be here with your own clan of three, your own little family.

And if you thought you were loving it, the child was absolutely ecstatic. He kept cooing, his little fingers constantly reaching out to try to grab anything (he had managed to grip someones hair which earned you one confused look). His big eyes shone with the reflection of the marketplace and his ears twitched with each sound, voice, and laugh that rang through the symphony of noises. You could tell he loved the liveliness of the environment.

Din, on the other hand, was clearly on high alert. He stood completely upright, holding the child tightly against him and continually reminding you to keep close. He had been in environments like this before, but not with you guys. Now he didn’t have to just watch his own back, but keep an eye out for you and the kid. You found yourself wishing you could ease his concern and have him take in the energy of the place. You wish he could truly experience this, allow himself to live life normally and digest everything around him. But you understood that he wasn’t taught to do that. He was taught to be a hunter and even despite that, deep down to his core he was a protector, and he took the job very seriously.

Your eyes kept looking around, taking in the dizzying amount of objects for sale when your eyes landed on a particular stand. It wasn’t a huge one like some of the others. It was actually rather small, tucked away in a corner with only one woman sitting behind it. She was older but didn’t look it. She just looked wise. Her long, white hair was woven into intricate braids, the kind you could stand and marvel at. And she worked with a small smile on her face, weaving away at the item she was creating. The very items which caught your attention.

You stood beside Din, who was busy buying food at another much bigger booth, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off the woman and her booth. “Hey, Mando.”

He let out a small grunt, clearly not paying much attention to you as he tried to grab what he needed, continually swatting away the kids hand as the child tried to shove anything he could into his mouth.

“I’m going to be right back.” you told him and he finally jerked his helmet in your direction. Well that got his attention.

“What? No.”

“I’ll be fine. It’s right there.” You walked away before Din could argue, your feet stumbling through the beaten path, pushing past people, while your eyes remained glued to the items for sale.

You finally walked up and felt your heart sing. Her table was full of hats, scarves, blankets, so much more. They were all clearly hand made, woven with a variety of bright, beautiful colors and in the most gorgeous designs. Your grandmother had given you a blanket like this, one that looked so similar. And the memory brought a big grin to your mouth.

“Hello, young one.”

Your attention finally switched to the woman behind the table, whose fingers still worked away at the blanket she was making but whose eyes looked up at you, a smile welcoming you. “Hi.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so excited while at my booth.” She chuckled at her words and you could tell she was a warm, bright individual. Kind of person who would help you and provide comfort to you.

“I used to have a blanket just like this one. My grandmother gave it to me when I was young.” You smiled fondly, a finger reaching out to graze the wool of one of the blankets. It was already soft, like it had been used and loved by another, filled with its own memories and soul.

“Maybe your grandmother got it from me. I’ve been making these blankets for ages now.”

“That’s a nice thought.” You knew your grandmother had traveled a lot before she got pregnant with your mother. You supposed it could technically possible, though you’d never know for sure. It made you smile, thinking of the possibility that you were on a planet she could of been before, at the very same booth she had bought something.

“Is that your Mandalorian?”

You looked over at Din and couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. The kid had finally gotten his hands on a piece of fruit and was trying desperately to put it in his mouth. You probably should of felt bad for leaving him alone with the kid but hey, he’d survive. And it made for a very entertaining sight. “Yeah. It is.”

You turned back to look at the old woman who smiled at you, a fondness creeping in her eyes as she saw your expression. “He is your riddur?”

“Riddur?”

“That’s Mando’a for husband or wife.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head at the woman’s question. You hadn’t even been certain that Mandalorians could marry. You shook your head frantically, letting out a small wheeze at the very thought of you being mistaken as Din’s wife. “Oh Maker, no. No!”

“I must be mistaken. You look at him the same way I used to look at my riddur.”

“Wait, you were married to a Mandalorian?” You felt like you hit the jackpot. You knew there weren’t a lot of Mandalorians left and the fact that you had found a woman who was married to one was unbelievable. You felt a connection with her. She was a woman who was able to look beyond the metal, discover the person who was behind it and learn to love them.

The woman let out a laugh at your reaction. “Oh yes. For many years. She was... special.”

A sadness crept into her eyes, one you recognized from your own experience. “Can I ask you a question?”

A smile brought back its way onto her face. She seemed like the kind of person who liked to talk, spreading her wisdom. “Of course. An old lady like me loves to talk.”

“Was your Mandalorian also... I don’t know. Hard to read?”

“Oh Maker, no. My riddur was a real charmer, sweet talking her way through everything. When we first met, she was calling me gorgeous within five minutes.” She let out a laugh at the memory, her eyes crinkling.

“I wish. It took weeks for that hunk of metal to finally talk to me.”

Another laugh trickled from her lips and she gave you a reassuring look. “I think most Mandalorians are like that. The helmet and armor definitely doesn’t help.”

“Yeah. It doesn’t.” You turned back around to check on Din and saw he had finally managed to stop the kid, who now had a very grumpy expression, from grabbing everything.

“You are fond of him.”

You let out a little sigh at her words. “Is it that obvious?”

“Oh don’t worry. Men are oblivious.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” You let a small chuckle out and watch as Din finally hands credits over to the child, most likely heading in your direction next. You are about to say goodbye to the woman when you realize something. She knows Mando’a, you idiot! “Wait, you know Mando’a?”

“I am not the most fluent in it but I picked up some words and phrases.”

You pull the necklace out from under your sweater, turning the smooth metal around in your fingers and showing the word engraved to the woman. “What does this mean?”

Her eyes land on the necklace and after reading the word, a huge grin lands on her face and she starts loudly laughing. “Oh, maybe your Mandalorian isn’t the only oblivious one.”

Your face screws up in confusion, eyebrows bunching together as you stare at the woman with a completely perplexed expression. “What?”

“That means beloved in Mando’a.”

You froze completely and dropped the necklace from your hands. “Are you 100% sure about that?”

“Oh yes. My riddur used to call me it all the time. I imagine a Mandalorian likes yours though has reserved that word for someone he truly cares about though.”

Beloved. Part of wanted to believe she had just translated it wrong or was messing with you. But she didn’t seem like the kind to, and it would explain why Din was refusing to tell you what it meant. But what did it mean exactly?

Maybe it was a friendly gesture. Or maybe, just maybe, the Mandalorian was feeling something more, something like-

“You okay?”

You jumped at the sound of Din’s modulated voice, turning around to see him staring down at you with the kid in his arms, who still looked very grumpy. “Oh, um, yeah. Yeah. I was j-just... y’know-”

“She was just showing me that beautiful necklace.” You and Din both turned to look at the woman behind the table who had a giddy expression on her face as she looked at the two of you. You gave her a pleading expression, hoping you could properly express with your eyes for her to not mention you knew what the necklace meant. You would bring it up with Din sometime, but not now with this lady and all these people nearby.

You awkwardly smiled back at Din. “Yeah. I came over cause my grandmother gave me a blanket like these before.”

Din only nodded, back to being unnaturally quiet since he was in public. You turned back at the woman, giving her a grateful smile for not mentioning anything. “Well then, I-”

“Can we buy one of these blankets?” Din interrupted, still looking over at the woman.

“Din.” you whispered but he didn’t even bother to look at you.

“Of course. Pick whichever one you like.”

“Din, what are you doing?”

He finally turned his helmet to look at you and one hand gestured to the blankets. “You like these. So, I am going to get you one.”

“No. You’ve already done enough.”

The woman turned away with a small chuckle, leaving you and Din to argue. “I want to get you this. It makes you happy.”

“You can’t just get me stuff cause it makes me happy.”

“Yes. Yes, I can.”

“No, that’s like some weird sugar daddy thing.”

“What the kriff is a sugar daddy? There’s not even any sugar over here.”

You face palmed your forehead, listening as the woman behind the table not so subtlety snorted at the conversation, making it appear she was busy but clearly listening in. “That is a discussion for a completely different time. Let’s go.”

“We will get two blankets.”

“What?”

“That way it’s even. You can have one and the kid can have one.”

“Fine.” You huff and turn over to the lady, who now wasn’t even making it look like she wasn’t eavesdropping. “We will get three blankets.”

Din let out a sigh. “Why do we need three?”

You pull credits out of the bag hanging from your hip, throwing them down on the counter before Din has the opportunity to argue. “I’m paying for these blankets because I found them. And you can have one. I assume you use blankets.”

“I suppose so.”

“Well, then everybody can have blankets.”

The woman smiled. “Pick whatever three you’d like.”

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Though your mind was still reeling from the conversation you had with the woman, you were starving. And you knew the kid was because he had a bottomless bit of a stomach. You swore the kid never got full. He could just keep going and going.

So that led you to where you were now, sat at a table at a cantina with Din across from you and the kid next to you. All three of you waited on the kid and your food to come. You tapped your fingers against the cool metal of the table, eyes looking anywhere but at Din. You felt silly. You and him had been talking a matter of hours ago normally and nothing was really different.

Except it was different now. Very different. Because now the necklace around your name had an even greater meaning behind it. It wasn’t just Din inviting you into his clan and family. It was him... you truthfully didn’t even know what it was. What did beloved really mean? You knew you wouldn’t just go around calling people that. You would save that for someone you really cared for. Someone you cherished and loved. Someone like Din.

But what did Din think that meant. Was it just something he thought would look nice on the necklace? Or did he mean it in a purely platonic way? Maybe it was just casual for him. You heard what the woman said but maybe it was just a small word without any meaning behind it.

Or maybe you are oblivious like she said.

“Are you okay?”

Your gaze finally drifted back to the man in front of you. He looked back at you, his helmet slightly tilted as if he was studying you. “Oh, yeah. Totally.”

You turned away from Din, feeling your face flush like you were a teenager and not a grown woman, and looked at the child. The kid kept looking at you and Din, probably waiting for something exciting to happen or to be entertained.

Din let out a grunt. “You are being quiet. You are never this quiet.”

“I can be quiet.”

“Since when?”

Good point. You were probably freaking him out with your silence. Or Maker forbid you were making him feel bad. Or like he did something wrong. When the truth of it is he didn’t do anything wrong in the slightest. You were just unable to comprehend anything right now. “You know, I used to be alone and quiet all the time before I joined you.”

Din sighed and leaned across the table, closer to you. “You don’t need to do that anymore. You have me now, sweet one.” he whispered as best he could so nobody around you could hear.

“Listen, I just need to talk to you later about-”

“Who ever would of thought I would see you again?”

Your body froze, becoming absolutely rigid at the voice behind you - the voice you recognized instantly. You saw Din lift his helmet up, looking at the woman behind you, before bringing his gaze back to yours. You watched as one of his hands drifted towards the blaster on his side, preparing for the situation to get messy. Din tilted his helmet at you, as if asking if this was bad, and you let out a sigh. Shit. This is the last thing you wanted right now.

You heard footsteps and could see her in your peripheral vision. You finally turned your head, looking up at the woman standing at your table. The child let out an excited little noise, clearly thrilled to see another person. You wished you could share the child joy. “What are you doing here?” It was all you could find yourself to say and cursed yourself when your voice cracked.

She gave you a dashing smile as always, placing her hand on her hip and cocking her head at you. For a split second, it reminded you of when Mando would do the same to you when you said something stupid. “I told you I was going to travel. I’m stopping here for a couple days, taking in the sights.” She finally turned to look at Din and then looked at the kid, who goofily grinned at her and reached his hand out. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?”

You let out a loud sigh, not hiding your discomfort as you turned to look back at Din, who rather than looking at the woman next to him, just stared back at you. “Mando, this is an old... friend. Leyna.”

Leyna let out a chuckle at your awkward introduction and bat her eyelashes at you. “Friend? Interesting choice.”

Your head whipped towards her and your eyes narrowed. She had always been so difficult, so cocky, so loud. Perhaps she was a little too much like you but she was so different from you in so many ways. You saw her wink before she turned to look over at Mando again. “Mando, good to meet you. Are you also one of her friends?”

Din still didn’t bother to look over at the woman, still just staring straight ahead at you. Leyna cleared her throat, obviously not sure what to do in response to his silence. “Who is the little one? I never took you as the maternal type.”

You rolled your eyes, resting your head against one of your hands and looking away from Din’s intense gaze until he finally interrupted. “You must not have been that good of friends then.” The words were growled out and you could detect the irritation. You needed her to go away. Now.

“You know, Leyna it was nice seeing you but-”

“Oh, don’t worry. We were very good friends.”

“Leyna-”

“Weren’t we, babe?”

You growled as she looked back over at you, an mischievous glint in her eyes as a wide grin took over her face. You never, ever, ever wanted Din to meet one of your exes, especially Leyna. And especially like this. Din cocked his helmet, finally moving and crossing his arms over his chest. “Babe?” he let out, causing Leyna to giggle at the awkward tension.

“Aww, you didn’t talk about me? What a shame.”

“Why would I talk about something so unexemplary?” You finally snapped back and saw Leyna sigh in response. She shook her head and shrugged.

“You are still mad over that?” Her tone was one of pity and it enraged you. You felt your fists clench.

The truth was, you weren’t even mad that she had left you anymore. You had been at the time. You were furious actually. It was only a year after you had lost your family and it was rough when she left. It had taken you time to realize why though. It wasn’t because you loved her. She was more a distraction than a partner to be honest. You were mad because she left Yungbrii and didn’t bring you with her. She knew how much you wanted to leave. She knew you didn’t want the rest of your life to be on that damned planet. She could of brought you and dropped you off somewhere. But she left without a word. Just some stupid note and a handful of credits like you weren’t even a human being.

But you weren’t mad anymore. Because if she had brought you, you wouldn’t have met Din and the child. And they brought you a peace you have never felt before. Din made you feel safer than you had ever been and the child made you feel worthy - like you finally had a purpose. If you had left with Leyna on that planet, who knows where you would be right now. So you weren’t mad. Because you had a feeling this was your fate. The universe had brought you and Din and the kid together for a reason. You weren’t sure exactly why yet but you knew it was meant to be, perhaps written in the stars for you.

Din suddenly stood up, grabbing the child and turning to look at you. “We need to go.”

You nodded your head, grateful for the excuse to leave. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

You stood up, following Din out of the cantina without giving Leyna another look and let out a breath once you were outside, the fresh air hitting your face and seeming to wake you up from the state you were in. Din continued walking, not bothering to turn back and see if you were following, heading towards where he had parked the Razor Crest. The child was being held against Din, his little head poking out from behind your shoulders and he gave you a frown, clearly disgruntled since he wasn’t getting his bowl of chowder like promised anymore.

After a long walk full of complete silence between you three, you finally made your way onto the Crest. Din put the kid down in his hammock, dropping all the stuff you guys had gotten from the market, and stomped up the ladder to the cockpit. After a couple minutes, you heard the Crest start up and him lift it up, clearly heading into hyperspace.

You gave yourself some time alone, feeding the child and eventually he drifted asleep, worn out from all the days festivities. It was once again completely silent in the ship, must like it had been before you and Din grew closer. It make you uncomfortable and sad. Your friendship with Din had come so far and now it felt like it used to - lonely and confusing.

You had no clue how Din was feeling. Clearly he wasn’t happy. He hadn’t said a word to you which was unusual for you two nowadays. Usually at this time you would crawl up to the cockpit with Din, but that didn’t feel like the right thing to do right now. Or maybe it was. Maybe you needed to explain some things but you felt so uncomfortable doing it.

But then you remembered the necklace around your neck. You two were family now. Family didn’t hide from each other and lock each other out. And you also knew Din had opened himself up to you with the word he had engraved on the back. He didn’t know you had learned its meaning but it was obviously significant.

You trudged your feet to the ladder, taking a deep breath in and out, before clasping onto the rungs and pulling your way up. You entered the pit and didn’t see much of Din. He was sat in his seat, staring out the windows and not bothering to greet you as you made your way closer, eventually sitting in the chair next to his. You nervously tapped your fingers against your thighs, not looking over at him. “I’m sorry.”

Din let out a long sigh and you finally looked over at him. His shoulders were shagging a little and his hands were laid in his lap. He never sat in that position and it made him seem vulnerable, like he was caving in one himself. “You don’t need to be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You didn’t know if that was necessarily true because you felt guilty. You heard a breath rumble through Din’s modulator as he whispered. “Were you... you know? In a rela-”

“No.” You interrupted. “Well, yes. Technically. But it wasn’t anything special.” Nothing like you, Din. Not even close in the slightest.

“It wouldn’t be big deal. I assumed you have been in relationships. I just didn’t know it was one with a-” Din paused and fumbled for the right words to say, turning to look at you with his hands slightly raised. And a small smile finally started to make a way onto your face.

“A girl?”

“Uhh... yeah.” Din’s helmet turned in confusion as you let out a laugh at his reaction. You suddenly realized where his confusion was.

“I like women. But... I also like men.” You gave him a small, reassuring smile as he nodded his head.

“Oh.” The word was said as if he was relieved.

“And banthas.”

Din’s helmet whipped around. “W-what?”

You let out an even louder howl of laughter, feeling your stomach clench from it as you bent over. Din finally recognized you were joking and let out a laugh of his own, bringing his hand up to his helmet as if rubbing his face. The laughter finally died out and with a smile on your face, you looked at Din, right into his visor, hoping you were making eye contact. “I should of mentioned it. I hope... you don’t care.”

“Of course not. I wouldn’t care unless the bantha thing was true.” Din joked and you were so relieved that it was back to what it usually was like.

“I don’t know, Din. I mean something about all that hair really gets a girl going.”

“Maybe a bantha would be better than her.” You knew who he was referring to immediately and somehow the fact that Din didn’t like Leyna either made you happy.

“A bantha would be way less of a sadistic ass.”

“What did you see in her? I mean, she is just... bad.”

“Yungbrii isn’t really sprawling with hot babes and dudes.” Din and you let another giggle out at your bantering. You noticed Din was sat up straighter. He seemed more alive than he had only mere minutes ago. You found yourself wondering if he was smiling under the helmet. He probably had a beautiful smile, one you could just sit and look at.

“Well, now you don’t have to be with anyone like that ever again.”

You quirked up at Din’s statement, looking up at him with one eyebrow raised. “What do you mean by that, Djarin?”

“I- uh... I just mean I’m here to make sure you make better... choices.” He nodded his head, as if reassuring himself rather than you. “Yes. Choices.”

You let out a hum, holding back from letting out a giggle at his stammering. Seeing the man of beskar, this Mandalorian who was feared by so many, stumble over his own words may have been one of your favorite things. “I appreciate your support.”

Din’s helmet tilted over at you and he looked at you straight on, not veering his gaze away. You wondered what he was thinking and felt yourself grow flustered as he just continued looking at you. He finally turned away. “Beloved.”

You completely froze, every limb feeling like they were tingling and you were unable to move. Say something. “W-what?”

“You wanted to know what cyar’ika meant.”

You stayed completely silent but mentally, you were screaming. He told you. And it was somehow even better having him tell you it having already known what it meant. You didn’t need him to tell you but he chose to tell you. “Oh.”

“I hope that’s okay.” Din looked down at his lap, running his fingers nervously over his legs as he waited for your response. You couldn’t tell, but Din could barely breath because he felt so nervous.

“Y-yeah.” You felt your fingers drift towards the sigil around your neck and cling onto it like it was a lifeline. “I like it.”

Din nodded again, finally turning to look at you. “Okay.”

“Okay.” You didn’t know what this meant for now. But you weren’t going to bother. The moment was already so perfect. That would be a conversation for another time.

For now, you were just going to sit here, staring into the galaxy with the man you were learning to love more and more. With your own cyar’ika.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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handmaid - 22

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: there is a HUGE musical theatre reference in this chapter and i’m rly happy it is here 😉 hope you enjoy this chapter xx thank you so much for the love you’ve been giving this series so far, i love you all so so much !!

NEXT CHAPTER

In any other circumstances, Y/N would’ve been crying but considering Daniel was downstairs awaiting her. She was happy, she convinced herself, she was happy to spend Christmas with Dan, Gwen and everyone else. She was happy, this was just her post first time brain playing tricks on her. Why would she expect the mob boss to suddenly drop his plans to come and spent Christmas with her at his wife’s childhood home? Maybe it was a good idea he didn’t want to go with her. How hypocrite to walk into Gwen’s house with the same husband to be she just slept with. God, Y/N, get your head in the game.

With the bag that hadn’t been unpacked the day prior she abandoned her bedroom, head slightly turning towards Sebastian’s room. Unconsciously, she hoped he would be at the door but it was closed. There was no way he was spending Christmas with the Forrests and Y/N did not know why she was hoping he did. Well, she knew why. She was an hopeless girl filled to the brim with naivety. Shaking those thoughts and the events of last night into a black corner of her mind, she went down the stairs where Dan was standing, awaiting her on his phone.

- Hey Dan. - she forced a smile out of her clouded, over ran mind. The eldest Forrest sibling smiled at her, coming in for a hug. However, Y/N was not much into the mindset to be hugged or to be her regular self so she let herself be embraced with a dazed off look. - We should be going before it starts snowing again.

- Of course, birdie.

She gave the upstairs another look as she followed Daniel onto the lift. She was happy, right? She was happy to go spend Christmas with those who she considered the only sort of family she had ever known. She was happy. She couldn’t be happier. Right? Couldn’t be happier, right there with Dan in the car, sort of like her own happy ending, right? Spending Christmas like she always did. Though it is she admits the tiniest bit unlike she anticipated but she couldn’t be happy. No, she’s happy, she’s happy to be here driving away from the Upper East into her childhood home.

However, there’s a kind of a sorta of cost, a sort of thing that got lost when she left that bedroom. There are bridges you cross you didn’t know you crossed until you crossed and Y/N, Y/N had just crossed that bridge. With an overwhelming sadness in her eyes, a far cry from the bright sparks whenever she got to see the decorations from the car windows, she leaned against the glass, finger raising up to doodle sweet nothings onto the fogged surface.

It didn’t take as long as she was expecting to arrive to her childhood home. Maybe this was due to her need to be inside her mind wondering if she had done something mid falling asleep and waking up that would’ve hurt Sebastian. Did she hurt him in any other way or was he just playing safe? He was an analytical man, after all he needed to be in order to thrive in the environment he’d been born in. Maybe Y/N was expecting regular expectations from a man who wasn’t regular.

- You’re very quiet. - Dan was the first one out of the car, thanking the driver before taking her bag off the back. - Did something happen with Sebastian? I was worried about leaving you alone with him.

- Don’t you think it’s odd he doesn’t want to spend Christmas with us ... I mean with Gwen? She is his ... wife-to-be.

- Dad doesn’t really want him here. Don’t you remember Gwen’s 18th? He was here.

- I’m sure I would remember if he had been around. - however, in all honesty, Y/N had spent Gwen’s 18th, which had also been her 18th, much more interested in reading Pride and Prejudice for the 100th time. - Why doesn’t Mr. Forrest want him here?

- You’re making a lot of questions you don’t need the answer to, birdie.

- Why do you always leave me in the dark? I’m 24, I’m not exactly a child anymore. - she crossed her arms, annoyed at the lack of responses to her questions. Maybe it was the newly found annoyance at everything that gave her the chops to stand up and ask for some answers.

- You are not in the mob, Y/N. You don’t get to ask questions and you certainly don’t get to have the answers. - he harshly opened the door, allowing her to come inside and see the same sights she saw every single year. How come she didn’t feel as excited as she should? The decorations seemed prettier and shinier in her mind and the once environment she was sad not to return to, she was now sad to be in. It just felt empty.

- Where is the staff? - she looked around, noticing the substantially lack of people running around despite for a few bodyguards.

- Gwen gave them Christmas off. - Dan shrugged. - I guess she’s preparing herself to be a housewife.

- I seriously doubt that. - she muttered under her breathe before grabbing her bag and climbing up to her bedroom. It was mostly unchanged, like a picture frame of what her life had been like before she had met him. Well, turns out she might have met him prior but Gwen’s and her 18th birthday had been a mostly chaotic experience so maybe her brain had compartalised that far far away from her.

Sitting down in her bed she let out a huff. God what did she want? First she wanted to spend Christmas like she always did and when she got it she felt miserable. Is that how people behave after losing their virginity or was Y/N missing him already? It surely had hurt her for him not even to consider coming with her but if Mr. Forrest wasn’t found of him then maybe it made sense. Anyway, it felt like a cold answer and Y/N was starting to tire herself of being constantly left in the dark. If she was good enough to be close to Mr. Forrest’s daughter then she was good enough to get answers.

Much too upset with that whole line of thought, Y/N grabbed her phone from her back pocket, unlocking it to reach for her contact list. She didn’t have many which gave her an easy path towards who she wanted to reach. Sebastian. After convincing herself that he wasn’t mad at her and that all of this was a great misunderstanding, she dialled his number. Leaning her ear against the phone she heard the long and high beeps, expecting to hear his voice anytime soon. However, it never came through.

- I thought I’d head Daniel arrive. - Y/N raised her head from her bed to see Mr. Forrest by the door. - I’m sure you’re hungry, Y/N. Why don’t you join us for lunch and great the guests.

- I’m not entirely sure I’m up for food, Mr. Forrest.

- Nonsense. Besides, I’m sure Gwen misses you. - he fully opened the door, gesturing out. Gwen, yeah, how was Y/N gonna look in her eye ever again? As she went down the stairs with the head of the family, she wondered how she was ever gonna speak to Gwen ever again until she spotted her at the table being very cozy with one of the associates sons. Great, just what she wanted, a table full of the same associates that clearly disliked her by the cabaret experience. However, it wasn’t Gwen flirting with the young men at the table or the amount of associates present at Christmas Eve, it was a very familiar man sat next to the only empty seat. - Y/N, I’m sure you’ve met Mr. Williams before. He’s spending the holidays with us.

- Yes, we’ve had the pleasure. - he smiled as she sat next to him. - We are very glad you can spend Christmas with us, Miss Y/N.

- Imagine having to spend the holidays with Sebastian in that tiny overrated penthouse. - Gwen said before stuffing her mouth with a forkful of meat loaf.

- He is really not that bad, Gwen. - Y/N spoke up in her normal soft and melodic voice. Normally her opinions tended to go unnoticed but at those words, every single person seemed to redirect his attention towards her.

- Never mind Y/N. She’s a very forgiving person. - Mr. Forrest diffused the situation with the sort of swiftness that only people holding power could do so. Soon enough, everyone was too distracted in their own affairs and conversations to really care about Y/N. She didn’t care much about being invisible, in all honesty, her expectation in life was to be invisible and so far she was good at it. Invisible people don’t deal with conflicts ... well at least not physical conflicts as she has mental conflicts galore.

The meal took a rather long time to finish with people laughing and stopping to comment on various issues and she had to admit not having the staff to speak to was a bit boring. Yet again, Y/N was already quite uncomfortable being next to Mr. Williams and the weird aura he always let through, so she had spent most of her lunch checking her phone for any new messages, any new calls but there were none to be seen. He was probably busy, he was a busy important man.

- ... no, there’s no need. Y/N can take the dishes into the kitchen. - her name being spoken by Gwen made her raise her gaze from her phone onto the table and Gwen. - Right?

- Gwen ... - Daniel warned, voice low but still laced with threat. In normal situations, she would’ve recognised it, but the heiress was much too intoxicated with champagne.

- What? It’s not like she’s part of the family, she’s staff. - she added and in that moment Y/N felt a bit less guilty she had slept with her husband to be.

- Genevieve, that’s rude. - Mr. Forrest added.

- What? It’s true, she’s a handmaid.

- Gwen ... - Daniel returned with that same threatening voice but Y/N found it rather hypocritical coming from the same man who just a second ago had shot all her questions down in a rather rude manner.

- It’s alright. - Y/N stood up and started collecting all the plates, stacking them together on top of her arms.

Gwen was right, at the end of the day this wasn’t her family. They had raised her but they weren’t her family at the end of the day. She was just a handmaid. She wasn’t part of the mob, she was a handmaid. A handmaid. She never thought about the word itself for too long, always considering herself a friend but at the end of the day she was a subordinate to everyone and that was what she would always be.

Words can hurt and these words had cut through her. Not even Sebastian seemed to want to actually pick up her calls. Maybe Gwen was right, she was a handmaid and that was what she was always gonna be.

She put the dishes on the sink, taking them one by one to dispose of the food scraps and start scrubbing them. She looked down at her soapy hands and then at the metal kettle on her side, noticing her reflection in it. The tendrils flying in front of her head and the soap suds made her look exactly like the staff Gwen made her out to be. She was too lost in how she looked in her reflection that the slippery plate slipped off her hand, shattering onto the floor into a thousand bits.

Y/N kneeled down, starting to pick up the shards so lost in her own negative thinking she didn’t realise tears had started to run down her cheeks until they hit the palm of her hand and she broke down sobbing in the middle of the kitchen, surrounded by the shards of porcelain which once were a plate.

Just a handmaid. Out of the sudden, it seemed to her that she had finally realised what she was. A subservient. At that point, Y/N wondered if that what she was to Sebastian too, a submissive creature which he could do with as she pleased.

- It’s just a plate, there’s really no need for there to be any tears about it. - she immediately straightened her posture, returning to her standing position.

- Mr. Williams.

- It’s really unfair, isn’t it? - he circled her, leaning against a opposite marbled surface in the kitchen. - People like us getting treated like dirt by the top ones.

- I’d really rather not speak about it. - she smiled softly, hoping he would leave. - It’s really no issue, I enjoy doing the dishes anyway.

- It hurts, doesn’t it, Miss Y/N? To know that she’s the one who is going to walk down the isle and you’re gonna be in the sideline.

- I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir. I really need to return to the dishes.

- You and Mr. Stan aren’t fooling anyone. Maybe Genevieve, but you’re definitely not fooling me, birdie. You’re not the mistress type.

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suituuup · 4 years

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Could you do a follow up to the amputee Beca story where she and Chloe talk about Beca’s time in the military and Beca opens up about how she really feels about being a double amputee? And how Chloe felt seeing Beca’s residual limbs for the first time. Love what you did with the prompt.

Thank you! Here you go :)

home is wherever I’m with you

rating: T

word count: 2k

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The knock on the door jolts Beca out of her thoughts, her heart doing a happy flutter.

Chloe’s here.

After graduation, Chloe moved to California to attend Davis’ vet school, and Beca’s dad finally agreed with Beca’s plan to go to LA and to support her financially until she found herself a job in the music industry.

Fast forward to after the summer, Beca’s now an intern in one of the country’s most praised labels. Sure, she’s not making any money yet, but at least she’s got a foot in the door.

(well, figuratively speaking.)

She and Chloe have been doing long distance for four months now, and they were able to see each other twice, Chloe flying down to LA every eight weeks or so. Past the fact that it’s easier for Chloe to travel, she lives in a dorm while Beca has her own studio, which grants them more privacy.

Rolling away from her desk, Beca heads to the door, unlatching it and pulling it open. Chloe is straddling her a second later, Beca’s squeak swallowed by the searing kiss she’s pulled in.

“Jesus,” she croaks out when they part, her hands drifting down to Chloe’s ass as she rests her forehead against hers. “Miss me?”

Chloe answers by kissing her again, and Beca can only respond in kind, her own body throbbing with want. She’s thankful Chloe chose to wear sweatpants as she slides her hand down them minutes later to give Chloe what she needs.

“Wanna order a pizza?” Beca asks as they lie in bed an hour later, spent and hungry from their earlier activity.

“You mean you didn’t whip up a romantic dinner for your girlfriend?” Chloe teases, knowing damn well Beca can’t cook to save her life. She pushes a kiss to Beca’s lips. “Pizza sounds great, babe.”

Beca reaches for her phone off the bedside table, wincing as another pang of pain shoots through her leg. A leg that’s no longer there. She’s been experiencing those a lot lately, and upon visiting a physical therapist, was told they’re called phantom pains.

“What’s wrong?” Chloe asks as Beca dials the number of the pizza place on her phone.

“Nothing.” She hasn’t told Chloe about it, finding it difficult still to address anything related to her amputation. But the look Chloe gives her tells Beca she won’t let it rest, and Beca heaves a sigh. “I-I sometimes have pain like-- it feels as though my legs are still there and they’re burning.”

“Phantom pains?”

Beca blinks, putting her phone aside. “You’ve heard of it?”

Chloe nods. “When we started dating, I… did some research about all of it.”

Beca’s heart does a funny thing at that. “Oh, right.”

“What did the doctor say?”

“He suggested the mirror therapy where I should stand in front of one so my brain can integrate the fact that I no longer have legs, and also massaging my residual limbs.”

“I can do that,” Chloe murmurs. “Give you massages, if-- if you’re comfortable with that.”

“You really don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t.” Chloe’s hand drifts to cover hers. “I want to help, if I can.”

Beca purses her lips, hesitantly glancing at her girlfriend. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Let’s have dinner and then do that?”

“Yeah, okay.”

After dinner, Beca tells Chloe where she keeps her oil and settles back on the bed, over a towel to protect the sheets. “You’ll tell me if you feel uncomfortable, right?” She asks just to make sure as Chloe settles down beside her.

“Yes,” Chloe says with a smile, brushing a kiss to Beca’s lips. “And likewise for you.”

“Yeah.”

Chloe rubs some oil between her palms and starts kneading Beca’s left thigh, a groan flitting past Beca’s lips as the relief is near instant. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back against the headboard, exhaling deeply.

“That helps a lot,” she murmurs, brushing her fingers over Chloe’s upper arm in an affectionate gesture as she looks at her. “Thank you. I’ve always… been self conscious about how I look, ever since the procedure, and I was convinced you’d find it gross or something.”

“Seeing it for the first time at your PT appointment was a bit unsettling, yeah, because I couldn’t help but think about the trauma that triggered it. But did I think it was gross?” Chloe shakes her head. “Never. I promise. I know it’s easier said than done and your feelings are entirely valid, but your body is beautiful the way it is, baby. I hope you learn to accept it someday.”

Beca is silent for a little while, letting Chloe’s words wash over her and settle the anxiety swirling in her guts. “We drove over a landmine in Afghanistan,” she croaks out after a minute or two, the memory still fresh in her brain even though it’s been two years. She feels Chloe’s movements pause but doesn’t look up. She can still smell it. The tires burning, the oil leaking, the blood. “The back of the truck blew up. It’s still blurry and I’m not sure what happened next but I got stuck under the side of it and my legs got crushed,” she takes a pause, emotions rising as she’s never told the story aloud except to her therapist. “Help arrived pretty quickly and they managed to free me. I was choppered to the nearest trauma center.” Beca inhales sharply as tears burn behind her eyes. She can still hear the whines and cries of her comrades before they drew their last breath. “My two best friends… they didn’t make it.”

Chloe shuffles up to sit by Beca’s side, draping an arm around her waist as she rests her forehead against the side of Beca’s head. Beca leans against her, her hand resting on Chloe’s forearm. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

Beca swallows, licking her lips. “I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you what happened. It’s still… hard to talk about.”

“Thank you for trusting me,” Chloe murmurs and presses a kiss to Beca’s jaw.

“Thank you for being you,” Beca replies, twisting her head to look at Chloe. Her hand drifts up to cradle her cheek. She’s still in awe of how lucky she is to have found such a beautiful person who loves her as much as Chloe does despite everything; being a double amputee, the nightmares, the PTSD episodes. “I love you so much.”

Chloe nuzzles Beca’s nose, then brushes a kiss to her lips. “I love you, too.”

They experience some ups and downs over the next two years as sometimes long distance is hard to handle, but their relationship only comes out of it stronger. Beca lands a job as assistant producer in the same label. Chloe finds a job in LA after graduating, and they move in together in a cute one bedroom apartment in Pasadena.

“What do you mean that last scene was ridiculous?” Chloe asks, seemingly affronted. They’ve just come out of the theater after watching a romcom Chloe dragged Beca to. “I thought it was cute.”

Beca rolls her eyes as she walks beside her girlfriend. “It was cheesy as f—”

A loud BANG! cuts Beca off and she visibly shrinks, her mind and body going into shock so quickly she can’t stop it. She leans against the nearby street post, her legs feeling like jelly.

“Babe?” Chloe’s hand comes to rest on her shoulder but Beca recoils from it as her breathing turns labored. “It was a car backfiring, Becs. We’re safe.”

Beca shakes her head, panic having already gripped her insides and shut out any kind of rationality. Flashbacks jump her mind and sounds that still haunt her in her dreams weave themselves in a continuous loop.

“You’re okay baby,” Chloe soothes. “You’re okay. You’re in LA, with me, not at war. You’re safe. ”

Beca hears Chloe’s words without really registering them; they get lost in the cloud surrounding her brain and keeping her from going back to reality.

She doesn’t know how long it takes, but she eventually snaps back into the present. Street chatter replaces the cries of her friends, cars passing by are quieter than the crawlers of tanks crunching the dry ground, and Chloe is here.

Beca leans against her, clutching on for dear life as she tries to bring her heart rate back to normal.

“It’s okay,” she soothes, brushing a kiss to Beca’s temple. “You’re home.”

A year later, Beca proposes. There’s no big speech or romantic meal planned; she asks Chloe as they lie in bed one lazy Sunday morning after making love. The sun is shining over them through the window, and Chloe is pressed snugly against her, laughing at one of her lame jokes, and it’s just… perfect.

They get married six months later at a resort in Northern California, surrounded by their close friends and families. The next few years are a blur of domestic bliss, before their lives get a whole new meaning with the arrival of their baby.

Beca’s not quite used to being woken up in the middle of the night, and she jolts at the shrill cry coming through the baby monitor.

“I’ve got her,” she rasps when she feels Chloe shift next to her, and uses her arms’ strength to transfer herself in the wheelchair set next to her side of the bed.

They moved into a larger place when Chloe found out she was pregnant, a house with a garden on the outskirts of LA. It has no stairs and large rooms, ideal for Beca to manœuvre her chair around as she tends not to wear her prosthetics at home. They got a custom made crib which slides open on the side so Beca can easily pick their baby up from her chair, and their changing table can also be lowered to her height.

“What’s up, sweet pea?” She coos as she undoes the latch and slides the side of the crib open, leaning forward to lift the three month old. She knows it’s her hungry cry, and with Emma on her lap, rolls towards the kitchen to heat up a pouch of breast milk. Much like the stroller, the wheelchair movements momentarily sooth Emma.

“Here we are,” Beca murmurs minutes later, cradling Emma in the crook of her elbow and presenting her with the bottle. She’s still completely in awe of this tiny human being who’s captured her heart the moment Beca held her in her arms for the first time. It’s like she felt her heart double in size to be able to accomodate all the love she held for her wife and daughter. Yeah. Motherhood has turned her into a real softie. She smiles as Emma’s big blue eyes lock on her while she feeds. “You had to have your mommy’s eyes, huh? How am I going to be able to ever say no to you?”

Once Emma finishes, Beca heads back to the nursery to change her and sings her back to sleep, carefully setting her in her crib.

“Mama loves you, my sweet girl.”

She rolls back to the master and parks her wheelchair next to her side of the bed, locking the brakes before transferring herself back into bed. After years of practice, it doesn’t take Beca as long as it used to.

Chloe snuggles into her side as soon as Beca’s settled down. “All good?”

“Mhm,” Beca hums, brushing a kiss to her wife’s hair. “Everything’s perfect.”

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skywardsoul · 5 years

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Diannakko Week 2019

@dianakko-week day 6, Adulthood! I want to apologize for having fallen a day behind. I hope you enjoy this nonetheless!

Diana and Akko go to visit her family in Japan. It might just be a fun trip for Akko, but for Diana, it's a chance to ask Akko's parents for her hand in marriage.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20391742/chapters/48565283

Read on FF.Net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13372417/6/Dianakko-Week-2019

Few things scared Diana Cavendish. She was raised a proper witch, and witches were supposed to instil fear, command it. Not to mention she had years of aristocratic training under her belt. Trying to intimidate her was about as difficult as moving a mountain. That being said, as she stepped out of the car and followed her girlfriend to her parent’s house, Diana was very afraid.

It wasn’t that Akko’s family scared her at all, no it was quite the opposite. What Diana was scared of, was herself. For there was a moment, a single grave mistake Diana made when she first met the Kagari family, and the fear of ever making another one had hung over her ever since. Here she was, one of the most distinguished witches of her era, the family head of one of magic’s oldest and noblest clans, a fully fledged doctor at the Lady Beatrix Hospital for Magical Maladies and yet the first impression she made was that of a bumbling goofs.

The incident happened when Akko’s family had flown into England to visit their daughter. Since It was Diana’s first time meeting Akko’s parents, she had wanted to obviously make a good impression. She had Akko tell her everything about them in the days leading up to their arrival. What was their favorite foods? What did they like to see on their travels? What was their opinions on magic? Everything but the goddamn kitchen sink. When it came time to greet them at the airport, Diana felt confident that she had the perfect understanding of who Kumiko and Hayato Kagari were. What she wasn’t aware of however, was that Akko was not an only child. As Akko so conveniently forgot to explain in all the time they knew each other, she had a kid brother, two years younger than her. A kid brother who, when viewed from behind, looked remarkably similar to his elder sister, especially since Akko had just cut her hair.

Akko had gone off to buy a snack from a kiosk while Diana had patiently remained at the gate. It had been several minutes since Akko left on her venture when Diana thought she spotted her, turned around and staring at a restaurant. It seemed like the snack was not enough for her insatiable love. Struck with a random and rare romantic whim, Diana decided to sneak up on her girlfriend, and hug her from behind. So she did just that, pouncing on Akko and wrapping her arms around her waist.

“Hello there Miss Kagari,” Diana said in a somewhat sultry voice. “Hungry? Got tired of waiting?”

She had expected Akko to respond with a surprised squeak, and maybe follow it up with an adorable bout of embarrassment and a flustered excuse.

Only that was not the response she received. What she got instead was a surprised scream, followed by a decidedly more masculine voice then the one that belonged to her love speaking very rapidly and very angrily in Japanese. Turns out she hadn’t snuck up on her girlfriend at all. No Diana Cavendish had the great pleasure to make her first interaction with Akko’s parents be one where it looked as if she decided to assault their son Kaito.

Thankfully Akko was nearby and was able to quickly explain and somewhat smooth over the incident while Diana felt her very soul leave her body. The Kagari’s were very understanding, well except maybe for Kaito, and accepted Diana’s apology easily. Akko’s father found the whole fiasco quite humorous.

“I told you to change up your hairstyle Kaito!” Hayato said through a booming laugh. “You look too much like your sister for your own good!”

Of course Diana had seen Akko’s family many times since then, each one going off without any major issue. Yet that first meeting, that incident at the airport still haunted Diana’s mind anytime she was set to interact with the Kagaris. As she stepped out of the car and followed her excitable girlfriend up to the door of her parent’s home, Diana’s worry returned with a vengeance. If there was anytime she couldn’t mess up in front of Akko’s parents, it was now. Akko believed this trip to be a simple visit. For Diana, it was much more important. Sometime over the course of their week spent in Japan, Diana was going to ask Akko’s parents for her hand in marriage.

She was aware of the fact that the concept was a bit outdated, and was seen in a generally negative light nowadays, but it was the way of the Cavendish family and goddamnit maybe sometimes Diana liked being old fashioned.

Akko knocked at the door eagerly and stood back, practically buzzing in place as she waited for it to open. It wasn’t long until they heard a voice through the door.

“I told you salesmen to go away, I don’t want to buy any!” Hayato’s voice had a playful tone to it.

“Dad!! It’s us!” Akko responded with a giggle.

The door to the Kagari household swung open to reveal Hayato Kagari standing in the doorway.

“Well would you look at that! It wasn’t a salesman at all! Just and adorable bunny and her wonderful girlfriend.”

Akko practically tackled her father as she leapt forward to hug him.

“Tadaima!” Akko said through a bout of laughter.

“Okaeri,” her father responded in turn.

Akko’s father was a very kind and goofy man, standing no taller than Akko herself. If not for the grey in his hair and the lines on his face, he could easily be mistaken for a man much younger. He was energetic, much like his daughter and the ruby red eyes he shared with her more often than not were warm and welcoming.

“Hayato, who was at the door?” Akko’s mother’s voice drifted in from the kitchen. “Was it the girls? Are they here yet?”

“Yes honey! It’s them! Cool it in the kitchen for a bit and come to greet your daughter will yah?”

There came an annoyed “hmph!” in response before Kumiko Kagari entered the living room, wiping her hands on a towel.

Akko’s mother was fairly opposite from her father. While still a wonderfully polite woman, she was much more reserved and would scold her excitable husband and daughter when necessary. She was a good deal taller than Akko and her father and had pale, green eyes. The only physical features she shared with her daughter was her brown hair, and rounded face. Although a year older than her husband, pretty much anyone would agree Kumiko looked younger.

“Atsuko!” Kumiko said as she wrapped her daughter in a hug. “Oh it feels like ages since we last saw you!”

“Mom, It’s only been a couple of months…”

“Someday, if you’re ever a mother you will understand why that feels like ages,” Kumiko retorted.

“Hello Miss Kagari, Mr. Kagari. It’s a pleasure to see you again,” Diana greeted, figuring now was a good time to do so.

Hayato turned to her with a smile. “Oh Diana, always so formal eh?”

“Well I-” was all Diana got out before she received a similar hug to the one Akko got.

“Dontcha know you don’t have to be so stiff around us by now? You’re practically family!” Hayato said. “And you’re Japanese has gotten so good! I can’t even tell you’re not a native speaker.”

“Hayato! Put the poor girl down, you’re making her uncomfortable!” Kumiko said commandingly.

“Oops! Sorry Diana. Got carried away there,” Akko’s father said, releasing her from his hug.

“That’s quite alright,” Diana said, giving him a smile. “It makes me happy to know you see me as such.”

“Say, Mom,” Akko interjected. “Where’s Kaito?”

“I sent him to the store a little a while ago to pick up some ingredients I still needed,” Kumiko explained.

“Yeah you’re mother is really going overboard with dinner today. Halfway through making the main course and she decides she’s gonna serve soup too. She’s been sending your brother back and forth all day.”

“It’s not ‘overboard,’ Hayato. Our daughter lives halfway across the world. Excuse me if I want to make sure dinner is special when she comes home.”

“Still! You spend so much time in that kitchen it’s almost like you live halfway across the world. Sometimes I think you love the stove more than me.”

Akko laughed as her parent’s started a strange sort of playful bickering. Diana couldn’t help but laugh at the antics too. She thought back to Hayato’s earlier words, how she was considered part of the family. She smiled as she watched Kumiko gesture angrily at her husband with a wooden spoon. It felt nice, having parents again.

“Tadaima!” Came a call from the front door, as Akko’s brother returned. “Who’s car is in the driveway?”

“It’s ours!” Akko replied with an excited shout as she tackled her brother in a similar fashion to the way she greeted her dad. “Okaeri, Kaito!”

“Argh! Akko! Get offa me!” Kaito said struggling to remove his elder sister.

“Oh come on! Don’t pretend like you aren’t happy to see me!” Akko said, releasing her brother and ruffling his hair.

Kaito smacked away her hand, but had a smile on his face as he fixed his hair. “Yeah, Yeah...It’s good to see you again Akko.”

“Heard mom had you playing errand boy. Just like when we were kids.”

Kaito rolled his eyes. “You don’t know the half of it. If i have to go back to the marketplace one more time, I swear old man Ryuo is gonna assume I’m making some kinda cry for help.”

The two siblings broke into a bit of shared laughter...one that ended semi abruptly when Kaito’s eyes meet Diana’s own.

“Good evening Kaito,” Diana said.

“Hello Diana,” he responded curtly, and somewhat dead pan.

Diana knew that Kaito didn’t quite like her. After how they first met, she couldn’t blame him for holding a little resentment, but she had an inkling that the issue went further. According to Akko, the two siblings were very close growing up as kids. When Akko made the announcement to her family that she wanted to go to school overseas, Kaito got fairly upset. Akko even said that the siblings relationship strained somewhat in the months leading up to her departure. If Diana had to hazard a guess, even factoring out their strange first encounter, Kaito saw Diana as a representation of everything that made Akko move away.

That was just a guess, but really the only guess she had. Diana grew up learning to read people to an absurd level of perfection, yet she could never tell just what Akko’s brother was thinking. It really was striking, just how much Kaito resembled his older sister. Everything from their height, general body build, shape of their face, and hair color were nearly identical. It didn’t help that Kaito like wearing his hair fairly long. The only real way to tell the two apart was their voice and eye color. Kaito had his mother’s striking green rather than his father’s red. It was honestly hard to believe they weren’t twins.

Now if only Kaito shared his sister’s friendly personality. Thankfully, before things could get truly awkward, Kumiko called out from the kitchen.

“Dinner is almost ready! Everyone wash-up and then get you butts to the dining room stat!”

No arguments were made as the other members of the house did just that. The Kagari’s ‘dining room,’ was really just a nice table situated in a corner of their living room. Akko had long since explained that the act of referring to it as its own proper room was a family in-joke. Once everyone was seated, Kumiko arrived, balancing various plates of food on her arms. Diana would have offered to help, but had learned the hard way that Kumiko Kagari never accepted help in the kitchen, carrying dishes to the table or otherwise.

“I’d be careful with the curry Diana,” Kumiko said to her once she was seated. “I know you aren’t the best with spicy foods. I may have made it with a bit too much kick.”

“Thank you for the warning,” Diana said with a nervous chuckle.

For awhile, Dinner had been going great. Akko talked excitedly with her parents, cramming as much of her day to day happenings as she could into her rapid fire sentences. Hayato kept the atmosphere at the table light telling jokes, and much to Akko’s charging, sharing embarrassing stories from her past. Every once in awhile, Kumiko would chime in with her two cents. Kaito largely stayed silent, but would laugh along with his family whenever he found something funny. Yup, it was a typical dinner with the Kagari family. Just like ones Diana had shared with them before. She had been a bit on edge what with her secret objective but as the Dinner went on, Diana felt herself begin to relax. Everything was going great.

“I still don’t see why you went and bought a house,” Kumiko said to her daughter. “Diana’s family owns a mansion, a mansion Atsuko!! Think of all the space you could’ve had!”

“Moooooom, I told you,” Akko said with a roll of her eyes. “Diana didn’t want to live in the mansion her whole life. Besides, I’m more comfortable in our house then a big place like that anyway.”

“What makes you not want to live there?” Hayato asked Diana.

“Well, I have a lot of complicated feelings towards my family home. One’s I’d rather not associate my relationship with,” Diana explained as politely as she could.

It would do her no good to explode into a rant about her aunt or reminisce about her mother.

“Well I can understand wanting to make your own life, trust me,” Kumiko said. “But giving up such a big living space for it? I mean a manor like that is the perfect place to raise a family! If you ever have children you might get crowded in that current house of yours.”

Diana nearly choked on her food.

“Mom!” Akko said, a blush staining her face.

“Oh come on. I said ‘if,’ not ‘when,” Kumkio replied with a wave of her hand. “Besides, you want children eventually right Diana?”

Diana felt her earlier nervousness return with a vengeance.

“Um, well, I suppose-”

“Wait a minute, is that even possible?” Kaito interjected. “They’re both women.”

Diana doubted it was her sake, but used to opportunity to shovel some food into her mouth. Hopefully that would keep the question from being directed at her.

“Please Kaito, don’t be silly. Adopting children is always a possibility. Besides, they’re witches,” Kumiko said in a know-it-all kind of way. “I know they have ways to conceive children between women. I wasn’t born yesterday.”

Diana swallowed her food, but immediately went for another bite. This was definitely not. Where she wanted this conversation to go. It was much too proposal adjacent for her tastes.

“Can’t be worrying about kids yet Kumiko! The weddings gotta come first!” Hayato said with a loud laugh.

Akko groaned in annoyance. Diana felt like she was starting to sweat.

“You’re getting married?” Kaito asked Diana flatly.

Diana swallowed the food in her mouth before responding with a waver “Well, no, but-”

“But you do plan to don’t you?” Kumiko asked pointedly “Marry my daughter I mean.”

“Mom, stop.” Akko said “This isn’t an interrogation.”

“Nobody’s interrogating anyone Akko. Your mothers just curious.”

Diana felt her face starting to heat up. Was it always this hot in here? She tried to ignore it and kept eating.

“Weddings are important Atsuko. I just want to get an idea of when I should expect one.”

“You’ll know when I know!” Akko said to her mother.

“Is that soon?” Kaito asked dryly, again directly to Diana.

Yeah. He definitely didn’t like her. Diana tried to act natural, taking a couple of more bites of food before responding.

“Uh, Diana,” Akko said, trying to get her girlfriends attention.

She had a feeling that her girlfriend was trying to save her from having to answer, but Diana was determined to tackle this herself. If she appeared to be nervous about marrying Akko, her parents would never sign off on her proposal.

“It's hard to say. It’s definitely a goal, after all I love Akko, but I don’t know if I could-”

“Diana,” Akko tried again.

“I mean trying to nail such a specific time frame is-”

“Diana!” Akko shouted.

Diana finally snapped her attention to Akko, freezing mid sentence holding her spoon above her plate.

“You know you’ve been eating mom’s super spicy curry right?”

Slowly, Diana looked to the food she had been shoveling into her mouth in her attempts to appear nonchalant. Ah. so she was. The sweating and sudden increase in temperature made sense now. Suddenly the effect of the curry all hit Diana at once, and she felt like she was on fire. She remembered shooting up from her seat in a panic, remembered Akko shouting something, Kumiko steering her into the kitchen, and then drinking an inordinate amount of milk.

Diana felt like an idiot. For the second time, she had utterly embarrassed herself in front of Akko’s family. She slid to the kitchen floor, defeat written across her face. She could hear Akko’s voice coming from the living room. From what Diana could hear, she wasn’t happy. Diana brought her knees up her face and rested her head against them. She felt like a child. She wasn’t a nervous teenage girl, meeting her girlfriends parents for the first time, but that was exactly what she acted like. If she could have melted through the floor just then, she would have.

Diana heard someone enter the kitchen, and looked up, expecting it to be Akko. She was surprised to say in the least to see Kaito standing there instead. The youngest Kagari shuffled a bit awkwardly.

“Hey. Akko sent me here to check on you,” he said, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

Even his mannerisms were similar to his sister’s.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes, I am now,” Diana answered.

Kaito looked like he wanted to leave just then but instead let out a sigh and moved to sit next to Diana on the kitchen floor.

“Look, I’m sorry for earlier,” He said after a second.

Sorry? For what? That she made herself look stupid.

“I hardly see what you have to be sorry about,” Diana responded. “It’s not like you forced me to eat the curry.”

“No but anyone could see you only did that because we were making you nervous,” Kaito said. “And that, was at least partially my fault.”

Huh, he was a perceptive one wasn’t he.

“Honestly I thought you would be enjoying this. A chance to see the girlfriend you dislike make a fool of herself?”

Diana didn’t know why she said that. She usually had more tact for things of this nature, but after everything that had just happened, maybe she didn’t have the patience for tact.

“I don’t dislike you,” Kaito said.

Diana merely raised an eyebrow at him.

“Okay well I did...maybe I still do a little, I don’t know,” Kaito stammered. He rubbed his head again. “It’s not like I don’t like you as a person or anything Diana… It’s just…”

He tapered off the thought.

“Just, what?” Diana pressed.

“Akko and I have been partners in crime for pretty much forever. I guess I just got kinda mad when she decided to move away. I thought, at the very least, she was gonna come back once she graduated you know?” Kaito paused to take a breath.

“But then she met you, and the next thing I know she’s living halfway across the world for probably the rest of her life. I don’t hate you Diana...I just hate not getting to hangout with my sister. Anyone that reminds me my best friend moved away is gonna make me a little cranky. That’s all.”

Silence fell between the two. Until Diana broke it with a laugh. Here they were, two adults, both with such childish problems.

“You know what, Kaito? I understand,” She said, turning to Akko’s brother with a smile. She saw him blink in surprise as she held out her hand to him. “But maybe we can move past that?”

Kaito shot her a grin that would have looked perfectly at home on Akko, and shook her hand.

“Deal.”

There was another pause, although this time Kaito broke it.

“You were gonna ask my folks if you could marry her, weren’t you?”

Again, perceptive.

“I was.”

Kaito stood, stretching his legs a bit before walking to the kitchen door.

“Don’t bother. The answers gonna be yes. They consider you a part of this family more than my dad’s own brother, although that might be because he nuts,” Kaito said, turning to look to her with a smile.

“That’s not exactly a high vote of confidence,” Diana responded.

“You love her, right?” He asked.

“With all my heart,” Diana instantly responded.

“Then you’ll be fine,” Kaito said as he walked out.

Akko walked in right as her brother left. Instantly she was at Diana’s side, and pressed a much needed kiss to her lips.

“You doin okay?” Akko asked worriedly, running her hand through Diana’s hair.

Diana smiled. “Yeah, I am. And you know what Akko? I think I finally got your brother to like me.”

#dianakko week 2019 #little witch academia #diakko #alec writes #lwa

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thereadingcycle · 5 years

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Love Potion

I’ve already posted this as a response to the original post, but I wanted to post it separately as well :)

“Hey… I don’t think he’s in his bed,” Harry muttered. Ron didn’t answer. He was too busy digging through the pile of birthday gifts at the bottom of his own bed, and Harry in turn, ignored his exclamations and attempts to show off his new watch. He scanned the Marauder’s Map once more searching for Malfoy’s dot, but he knew he wouldn’t find it. He had disappeared again. He was searching the Great Hall for the fourth time when Ron shoved the box of chocolates in his face.

“Want one?” He asked, his mouth already full of the sweets. Harry pushed the box aside with one hand and held up the map with the other.

“No thanks,” He said, not even sparing the Chocolate Cauldrons glance. “Look, Malfoy’s gone again!”

“We’ve talked about this, mate. He couldn’t have just disappeared. Now,” he shook the box at Harry again, “no more talk about Malfoy; consider it a birthday present. And have a Chocolate Cauldron. Don’t want to Apparate on an empty stomach.” Ron shoved another piece of chocolate into his mouth as he mulled this last sentence over. “Though that might make it easier…”

“I’ve already gotten you Keeper’s gloves as a present,” Harry said a bit irritably as he got up to get dressed. As much as he would’ve liked to, he knew he couldn’t spend the whole day in his room thinking about Malfoy; he had too much on his plate. So, he reluctantly grabbed his bag and was about to leave the room when he noticed that Ron wasn’t following behind him.

“Ron?” He asked, staring at the other boy’s cloudy expression. “Aren’t you coming to breakfast?”

“I’m not hungry.” Ron turned away from Harry to stare out the window. Harry crossed his arms in amusement.

“You’ve eaten too many Chocolate Cauldrons,” he guessed.

“It’s not that. You wouldn’t understand.” Ron flung himself dramatically back onto the bed. Now Harry’s amusement was fading into confusion. This was a totally different attitude than Ron had had only moments ago. “Harry, I just can’t stand it!” he yelled suddenly. Harry’s confusion was quickly transitioning into alarm as he noticed Ron’s pale face.

“Stand what?” He asked, playing back through their previous conversation for some clue. “Me talking about Malfoy? I already know that. I promise I’ll stop, just come to-”

“I just can’t stop thinking about him!” Ron sat up, staring at Harry intensely.

“Me either, mate,” Harry started wearily. “But we’ll figure out what he’s up to and stop him soon enough. Can we go have breakfast now?” Harry wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to change the topic as soon as possible. Hadn’t he spent the past week praying for Ron or Hermione to bring Malfoy up so that he could talk about him without feeling like he was annoying them? He was the one who had wanted them to take his concerns about Malfoy more seriously, but now, hearing the intensity in Ron’s voice as he talked about him, he wasn’t sure he wanted them to think about Malfoy at all. The thought of that shocked him almost as much as the next words that came out of Ron’s mouth.

“Harry, I think I love him.”

“WHAT?” Harry suddenly felt like he was going to be sick. “This is a joke, right?”

“I love him!” Ron shouted, leaping from the bed and grabbing Harry by the shoulders. “Have you seen his hair? It’s so smooth and shiny and perfect...and his eyes? His stormy, grey eyes? And his-”

“This is really funny and everything,” Harry said, pushing Ron’s hands off his shoulders, “but joke’s over now, alright? Drop it.” Harry wasn’t sure why he was feeling so irritated; he didn’t understand why his skin was crawling and heating up from the fire that was coursing through his veins. The only thing he knew was that he was angry, almost angry enough to punch his best friend in the face.

He had to take a step back and cool down. So, while Ron continued listing the many reasons why he loved Draco Malfoy, Harry sank onto his bed and tried to clear his mind. Why was he so angry about Ron having a thing for Malfoy? Because he’s the enemy, his brain provided for him. That must be it, but what Ron was saying couldn’t be real. Whatever was going on with Ron had come on too suddenly and Ron wasn’t acting like himself. He would just have to help Ron snap out of it, and the only way he could do that was by giving him exactly what he wanted.

“Okay,” Harry said, standing up and clapping his hands together. “We’re going down to breakfast to see Malfoy.” Ron looked over at the sound of his name, a grin spreading across his face.

“Really, Harry? Do you think he’ll talk to me?”

“Only if we make it in time.” Harry had to mentally restrain himself from rolling his eyes as Ron flung himself at the door. He could hardly keep up as the other boy raced down the steps to the Great Hall, but just like the map had said, he wasn’t at breakfast. Harry was once again shocked to find that the look on Ron’s face matched the disappointment he felt himself.

It was during their free period that they found Malfoy in the courtyard, lounging under the tree that Harry, Ron, and Hermione frequented, and surrounded by his admirers. It was lucky that Hermione was still avoiding Ron because Harry didn’t want to imagine what she’d make of the way Ron let out a yelp and ran over to Malfoy’s circle.

The group grew quiet as Harry approached slowly behind Ron, most of Malfoy’s friends shooting him dirty looks as he got closer. Malfoy, himself, looked amused and almost pleased.

“Potter. Weasley.” He said, as if they had made an appointment to come and visit him. “Have something you’d like to say?” His eyes landed on Harry, and just for a second Harry thought he could feel his pulse jump. He matched Malfoy’s stare head on. His eyes really were stormy like Ron had said, but more than that, Harry noticed how tired they looked. He really was up to something, and it was taking a toll on him. If Harry didn’t know better, he would say his suspicion was more like concern, but that couldn’t be right.

“I haven’t,” he said at last, jerking a thumb toward Ron who was practically jumping up and down beside him. “He has.” Harry watched Malfoy’s expression go from amusement to confusion, his eyes flicking back and forth between the two, and then to horror after a look of realization passed over his face. He stood, the rest of his crew following suit. He crossed his arms, trying to maintain his cool composure, but Harry had already seen the flicker of panic in his eyes.

“Well, what is it Weasel? Spit it out now, we haven’t got all-”

“I love you!” Ron blurted, effectively silencing the whole courtyard. Malfoy squirmed on the spot, but he didn’t look nearly as shocked as the rest of his group did. It was almost like he knew what Ron was going to say.

“What is wrong with you?” Malfoy demanded, feigning disgust. “Has someone hexed you, or have you just gone mental?” His minions laughed uncomfortably at his side.

“I mean it!” Ron insisted, grabbing Malfoy’s hand for effect. Harry felt his insides heating up again at the sight. Someone in the crowd gasped, and even Malfoy looked too surprised to fire back this time. “I’m in love with you.” Ron was getting closer to Malfoy who wasn’t even trying to hide the horror on his face anymore. His eyes flashed to Harry’s and that was all it took.

Harry knew that he hadn’t been obsessing over Draco since the beginning of the year just because he thought he was up to something. He knew that he wasn’t angry with Ron for fraternizing with the enemy. And he knew that the way his stomach was flipping and the way his hands were itching to reach out to Draco…. it wasn’t because he hated him. It was because…

His body was moving before his brain realized what he was doing. Suddenly he was there, pushing Ron out of the way and wrapping his arms around Draco in the way he knew he truly wanted to. Not in a chokehold, but in an embrace. His eyes caught one glance of the startled expression on Draco’s face before their lips were crashing together. And this… this is what it had all been about. All the fighting, the obsession, the desire, it was all leading up to this moment. This felt right.

And that’s when Harry remembered the chocolates and it all came together.

He pulled back from Draco, both of them red in the face and breathless. “You put a love potion in the Chocolate Cauldrons that were in our dorm,” he whispered, ignoring the chaos that was ensuing in the courtyard. Draco looked sheepish, and he started to pull out of Harry’s grasp, but Harry wouldn’t let him. Instead, he brought his hand up to Draco’s chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. Draco searched them, but finding none of the disgust or loathing he expected to find, he just seemed confused.

“You’re not mad?” He asked skeptically.

“They were meant for me, right?” Harry asked, remembering how the first year had given them to him in the first place, and wondering how they ended up in Ron’s hands. He couldn’t help but smile as Draco’s blush deepened and he rolled his eyes.

“Of course they were, you twat.”

“In that case,” Harry pressed another kiss to Draco’s lips. “I’m not mad. Though I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do about Ron.” The pair finally broke apart, glancing over at Ron who was being physically restrained by Crabbe and Goyle.

“Oh, I’m sure the effects will wear off in a day or two,” Malfoy said unconvincingly. “I did think I would need a strong potion for it to work though.” Harry laughed at that, marveling at how natural it felt to slip his hand into Draco’s.

“Come on,” He tugged at his arm. “You’ve got to explain to Madame Pomfrey exactly what you put in there. And next time,” he said, cutting across Draco’s groan, “take the more traditional route and tell me how you feel.”

#Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #Harry and Draco #Draco Malfoy #drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic #drarry fanfiction #harry potter ficlet #Ron Weasley #gracewrites

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raendown · 6 years

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I was matched with @mantykora14 (whom I can not tag still) for the @madatobiremix challenge! Fun! I did a remix of their story What Not To Do In The Office.

Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 3223 Rating: T+ Summary: Madara has a habit of looking without properly seeing - although he does really like what he's seeing.

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Blind Observations

There wasn’t really anything out of the ordinary about Tobirama’s ass – if you left aside the fact that it looked as though it had been sculpted by the gods themselves. All things considered, however, it was still attached to the most annoying and stuck-up prick that Madara had ever had the displeasure of knowing so it wasn’t as though he planned to do anything with this attraction he had. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t shamelessly check out Tobirama’s posterior so long as the idiot was going to flaunt it so easily around the work place. After all, a man had to take his pleasures where he could find them in this world.

Sliding a little lower in his chair, Madara tilted his head to one side and let his eyes roam down the natural path laid out for him by the seam of Tobirama’s deliciously tight pants. Bent over the Hokage’s desk to mark something on the map spread across the top, he was in perfect position to give the rest of the room a little show. Izuna was much too busy inspecting his nails with boredom and Mito had given her attention to the folder of intel they were all discussing. Neither of them seemed particularly distracted by Tobirama’s ass, which Madara could understand; it was a little disappointing that his favorite eye candy wasn’t worth the trouble of bedding at least once. It would have been nice to sink his teeth in to those perfectly sculpted muscles but the screaming protests it would take to get there turned him off the idea every time he revisited it.

When Tobirama straightened at last just to berate his sibling for some ridiculous statement or another Madara mourned the loss of his wonderful distraction as the younger man’s shirt slid back down in to place. Then he made sure to rearrange his expression so that by the time the object of his gaze turned around there was no hint that he had spent the last ten minutes fantasizing about what he could do with those pale cheeks.

“Mito, my sweet, where did the file say they were first spotted?” Hashirama asked. His wife flicked back a page to check before looking up with a small smile.

“Your brother is right. They were spotted closer to the eastern outpost, not down by the ravines.”

“Hmph.” Sitting back with a pout for having been proved wrong, Hashirama crossed his arms to glare at the map.

Madara was thrilled to see Tobirama roll his eyes and bend down again to reach across and point at the spot they had just been arguing over for so long. While it was annoying that this stupid conference was apparently going to be derailed yet again for another pointless disagreement, at least he had something nice to look at while he waited for order to reassert itself.

Or for Mito to get tired of the bickering and set them all back on track with only a few sharp words.

Sparring with Tobirama had several benefits which, in Madara’s mind, far outweighed the downsides of having to spend any time in the company of someone so insufferable. He wasn’t exactly going to be thanking Hashirama for forcing them in to this stupid exercise in learning how to get along but he also wasn’t quite as upset about it as his friend might think.

For one, Tobirama’s sparring outfit left a great deal more skin exposed than his usual attire and the longer they traded blows the more the material stuck to him in a manner which left very little to the imagination. Madara could easily picture this image of a sweat soaked panting Tobirama transposed on to the image of his own bed where the flush on his cheeks would be from a very different kind of strain. He imagined the narrow-eyed look of hyper focus would probably stay the same as well and, honestly, he couldn’t say that didn’t appeal to him all the more.

He was also a fan of the treat which was watching Tobirama’s muscles shift and flow as their limbs struck out against each other. Just watching the man spin about for a roundhouse kick and getting that split second view of his flexing ass was more than worth the pain of a heel connecting solidly with his solar plexus.

Even the vicious smirk parting those pale pink lips and baring sharp teeth was attractive somehow. Madara felt his eye twitch when he finally noticed how badly he had allowed himself to be distracted by his opponent’s physical features. Clearly Tobirama wasn’t aware of his thoughts but it still wouldn’t do for Madara to allow himself to be bested, not by him. Tightening his fists with renewed determination, Madara drove forward with intent to disable, if not maim.

There might be some kind of attraction there but Hashirama was mad if he thought they could be forced to get along by being made to fight each other. Stupid backward logic, that was.

Public bathing had always been an uncomfortable experience for Madara. Prancing about naked and defenseless with so many other people around, most of whom he had never met, always left him tense during an activity which should have relaxed him. Modesty wasn’t a big problem but feeling a stranger’s eyes on him made him question whether they were admiring his figure or plotting an attack. When possible, he avoided the public baths.

He was very glad that he had not been able to avoid such an outing today. In fact, if this was to be his reward then he would need to give some serious thought to making a new habit of accepting Hashirama’s offers to go together. Madara wondered if there was a way to ask whether Tobirama usually accompanied his brother or not without arousing suspicion.

Observing without getting caught was, for once, incredibly easy. It seemed Tobirama was very used to the hungry stares that followed him as he waded in to the hot water to find a place where he could get comfortable and close his eyes. Hashirama remained as oblivious as ever while he chatted away, complete ignorant of the way Madara’s gaze had yet to leave his brother’s naked body. Miles of pale skin lay stretched out on delicious display, slowly turning pink from the heat of the water, glistening with the steam hanging in the air, and Madara drank it all in with relish.

Try though he might, he couldn’t think of a single thing he did not enjoy about Tobirama – physically at least. Everything from the angular fall of his hair to the faint scars of battle were attractive. Madara tilted his head to one side and tried to imagine what sounds the man might make it he were to sink his teeth in to one of those rosebud nipples, notably small for a man his size but perfectly bitable.

Before he could take the thought much further he jerked as one of Hashirama’s wide hand gestures splashed water in to his face. He turned to his friend with a scowl, annoyed at having his fantasies interrupted.

“Watch it!”

“Oops! Sorry Madara.” Hashirama beamed at him in apology, to which he scowled even deeper.

“I specifically put my hair up so it wouldn’t get wet. I just wanted a nice relaxing soak and now you’re splashing me!”

“But it was an accident!”

Sometime between the crocodile tears and the begging for forgiveness Madara looked over to see that Tobirama still had his eyes closed but his lips were stretched out in an amused smile as he listened to their bickering. He looked vastly different without the frown which seemed to appear by habit each time the two of them were within a dozen feet of each other. Actually it was quite a lovely effect, softening his features until he looked more amiable, almost inviting. Madara wondered idly how much effort it would take to see that smile again – solely for aesthetic purposes, of course.

Not that he had any intentions of putting in that effort. What did he care if Tobirama smiled for him or not? The thought was a distracting one, though, and Madara regretted allowing his attention to waver when Hashirama managed to splash him for a second time.

Listening to a bunch of puffed up halfwits yammer on about things that really shouldn’t require this much deliberation was boring. Madara felt absolutely no guilt in letting his mind wander away from the council meeting going on around him to instead focus on something much more interesting.

As he always did, Tobirama sat across the table with a scroll open before him and his hand dancing across the page as he recorded the minutes of their meeting. He hadn’t lifted his eyes in probably close to twenty minutes or even opened his mouth to make one of his usual sarcastic comments. Very likely he wished he could tune out of the proceedings as well and Madara smirked to know that his nemesis was also trapped listening to boring old men squabble like children.

Dressed in the boring vests Hashirama had okayed as the standard uniform, most of his body hidden under the wood of the conference table, there wasn’t a whole lot for Madara to stare at and fantasize about today. Yet somehow he still found himself captivated watching the elegant way Tobirama’s fingers manipulated his pen. For a man he had incredibly beautiful hands, long delicate fingers and smooth palms, soft despite the callouses every shinobi earned in their early years. His nails were all neatly trimmed down and cleaned and Madara blinked slowly as he imaged sucking two of those fingers in to his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and hallowing his cheeks.

Fifteen minutes later Madara was startled out of his daydreams by a fist slamming down on the table in irritation and it was hard to say what he found more disturbing: that he was still staring at nothing but Tobirama’s fingers or that the sexual nature of his thoughts had slowly cooled to become a contemplation of what they would feel like wrapped up in his own.

Ridiculous, he grumbled silently to himself as he wrenched his eyes away. No force on earth could ever make him actually want to hold hands with that beast.

The only time he could choose to be distracted that might possibly be worse than this would be if they were right in the middle of battle. Listening to Tobirama recap troop movements and known jutsu specialties less than half a mile from the targets they were about to be in battle with was also a bad choice. Not knowing this information could get him or the people around him killed.

Still he couldn’t seem to drag his eyes away from the top of the man’s head. Today’s weather included a healthy breeze which entered the cave they were using as cover in fits and starts, barely reaching farther than where Tobirama stood in the entrance as he spoke to them all. Each time the wind reached him it lifted his hair and tugged at the frosted locks. He didn’t seem to notice – or if he did then he didn’t care – but Madara found himself fascinated by the effortlessly tousled look reminiscent of someone who had just gotten out of bed. Watching his hair lift and dance was mesmerizing. It made him wonder if those locks would be soft to run his fingers through.

“Uchiha do I have something on my head?” Tobirama’s drawling sneer brought his eyes back down to meet the irritated glare aimed his way. “Or are you deliberately not listening because you wish to put your comrades in danger?”

“Fuck off. I’m listening.” Madara crossed his arms and glared back, embarrassed to have been caught staring. Like hell he would admit to it.

“Go on then, repeat back to me anything of what I just said.”

“I am not a child, Senju. Just keep talking!”

Tobirama huffed and rolled his eyes, turning to face more towards the other shinobi with them in a very subtle snub. Rather than take further offense, Madara made certain that no one was looking his way before allowing his eyes to slide back up in to Tobirama’s hair, though he did make sure to keep his ears open this time.

It wasn’t his fault the stupid man was so pretty. Actually, now that he was paying attention he realized that Tobirama also had a very pleasant voice as well; it rumbled from somewhere deep in the chest, the kind of voice built for dramatic statements and momentous words.

Madara smirked to himself. No wonder their whole clan was so prone to drama.

It took several more incidents like these before Madara realized the precarious situation he had managed to get himself in to but by then it was too late. He stared shamelessly whenever Tobirama stretched before a spar, he riled the other up just to listen to the cadences of his voice while he yelled, and it wasn’t until he realized that he was spending his off duty hours seeking the other out just to stare wordlessly that he finally came to terms with what was happening.

Lingering at the edge of the field where Tobirama was currently running his students through several drills, Madara suffered a minor breakdown as the thought occurred to him at last.

“Fuck. Fuck me and fuck it and fuck everything,” he whispered frantically under his breath. “I have a crush on him!” Madara tugged at his hair and spun around to face the opposite direction in case the man he’d been observing happened to look over and wonder at the source of his panic.

Stomping away back towards the village proper, Madara wondered how the hell he’d gotten to this point without even realizing it. It was just supposed to be a healthy bout of lust, nothing more than admiration for another man’s well-shaped body, something to fuel his fantasies but certainly nothing he had ever planned to pursue. Now he realized that somewhere between staring at a fine ass and smiling at sharp dry wit he had developed actual feelings for the worst possible person.

What was he supposed to do with these feelings? Surely he couldn’t tell the man – and kami forbid Hashirama ever find out. He shuddered to think what kind of terrifying reactions his friend would have to knowing about this situation. Either he would deliver the world’s most threatening older brother speech in history or he would enthusiastically air Madara’s dirty laundry to the entire village at top volume. Both of those options sounded awful. Clearly the best thing to do would be to keep to himself, avoid as much contact as possible, and hope that this temporary madness passed quickly.

Tobirama’s laughter echoed through the trees behind him and Madara swallowed thickly when he realized he wanted nothing more than to turn around and go back just so he could listen for that sound again. He was in deeper trouble than he’d thought.

“Are you ever going to do something about that?” Tobirama’s voice sent Madara jerking upright in his chair. By the time the other turned around there were no signs he had been staring at anything but his own paperwork, certainly not the delectable rump exposed when his current project partner bent over to grab whatever he had dropped.

“What are you talking about?” he grumbled, hearing the exasperated sigh but refusing to look up.

“That thing you do where you stare at my ass. Are you ever going to do something about it or am I supposed to keep pretending I don’t notice?”

Madara’s jaw clicked painfully as it fell open with shock.

After a long wait with no response Tobirama lifted one eyebrow in a judgmental manner and turned away again, digging through the papers he’d been trying to sort out before. Madara was glad to be given time to think. He’d only just accepted the fact that he had feelings for this asshole and suddenly he was expected to know what he wanted to do with those feelings? That was way too much pressure to spring on someone without warning!

Truthfully he knew exactly what he would want to do with this unexpected crush but the option of making it disappear hadn’t exactly been working out and the option of having it returned hadn’t seemed very likely either. Until now.

“Would you let me do something about it?” he asked cautiously. Tobirama didn’t so much as glance up from the papers he was looking at as he responded, infuriatingly casual.

“I think that depends on exactly what you were to do. And how often you wish to do it.”

“Don’t be filthy! That isn’t what I meant!”

“No?” Tobirama did look up at him then with a genuinely confused expression and Madara sank down in his chair as he realized that the other man probably thought he was only interested in sex.

Grunting darkly, he averted his eyes. “Hn. Never mind. Forget it.”

“I will do no such thing. What else could you possibly be staring at me so often for? Unless you – oh.”

“Shut up!” Shoving his chair violently away from the desk, Madara stood up and scrambled towards the door. Tobirama beat him there. Just before his hand reached for the brass door handle an arm appeared to block his way and Tobirama was there in his face with a stunned expression.

“You like me,” the man said, eyes widening with surprise.

“I said shut up! Get out of my way!”

“Sage above, you do like me.” Tobirama’s face split in to a wide grin and Madara snarled. He didn’t need to be mocked for this!

A scuffle in the doorway wouldn’t exactly be his most dignified moment but Madara was more than prepared to go through with it if the other man didn’t move in the next three seconds. It was much more preferable than the idea of remaining here just to listen to Tobirama making fun of him for something he had no control over.

His half-baked schemes for escaping were foiled when the other man abruptly stopped laughing only to lean forward and pin him against the wall with a fierce kiss and the only thing Madara could think was that he’d been pining for no reason, apparently. Even worse, he had apparently somehow been obvious enough with his physical attraction to catch Tobirama’s eye while at the same time subtle enough with his developing feelings that he himself hadn’t even noticed.

“You like me too,” he accused, murmuring against Tobirama’s lips, unwilling to separate them so soon.

“I have a certain lack of hatred for your very existence. And I could probably be talked in to a date given the proper motivation.” Both of them were grinning, though Madara paused to huff in mock offense.

“Should I bend over so you can check out the goods?”

Tobirama laughed until he was hauled back down for more kisses. Madara took that to mean he would be allowed to stare at the man’s ass whenever he wanted from here on out – among other things, of course.

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[Interview] SEHUN in EXO’luxion Photobook

EXO’luXion Photobook - SEHUN Interview

Q: Please tell us how you feel after ending EXO PLANET #2 The EXO’luXion.

SH: Through 44 concerts, we get to visit a lot of countries all over the world. It was a really great time. Especially whenever I learn something about the fans throughout this tour. Fans from Asia tear for us, they cheer loudly and excitedly as they enjoy EXO’s performances, seeing them like that makes me feel their passion and so I become serious on a whole new level. I always thought that I should be the kind of artist who can connect with the fans’ hearts like that. During the North America tour, I think the fans are more like the “having fun while listening to the music” type as they take in EXO songs’ melody, because there are some of them who do not know our songs. Although they sang Growl with us, there are songs that aren’t fully known to them. But despite that, they danced whenever they hear EXO’s songs being played. They enjoy the music with their whole bodies and because of that the concert was really fun.

Q: After completing those 44 concerts, it seems like you have more confidence now. Which aspect do you think have grown in you personally?

SH: Performing on stage was not an easy task for me. Whenever I hear the fans cheer passionately, I get nervous. I tell myself ‘ah I can’t make a mistake’. On the outside, it may seem like I’m not nervous at all but in reality I’m really nervous in the inside. However, as we go through the 44 concerts, I slowly build up confidence so I’m more relaxed whether in performing or saying ment. I even acquired showmanship as well.

Q: <Baby Don’t Cry> is also know as <물(water) Don’t Cry>. It was a performance with water. How was it an opportunity for you?

SH: Director Shim Jaewon-nim suggested that it would be cool if Kai hyung and I do a performance that involves water for Baby Don’t Cry. Of course, I imagined it to be a very cool performance. Kai hyung and I are in the dancing line that’s why we fit very well. Despite my age, I have a sexy image/side. Hahaha! Did our visual chemistry turn out good? It did right? Hahaha.

Q: Isn’t it more difficult to dance to a ballad song? How was it?

SH: I think all performances/dance are difficult, despite what kind of music it is. Different genres have different atmospheres based on the expressions you use in performing the dance. For a ballad song, you have to blend in with the melody.

Q: What do you mean by blending in with the melody?

SH: Doing certain expressions and gestures to fit the melody. Dancing is like acting, so you should be very careful with the details. In a ballad music, the rhythm is slow. Performance completion is also very important.

Q: <Baby Don’t Cry> is a performance with only you on the spotlight, so there should be a lot of thought in your movements. Which point do you focus on when you practice?

SH: While being on the same stage as Kai hyung, I wanted to exude a different feeling from him on stage. Although the movements are the same, I wanted to show a different kind of atmosphere so the audience can watch it more interestingly. I monitor Kai hyung’s dance and make effort on showcasing a slightly different tone/mood. Kai hyung’s dance is filled with feelings of a conventional performance, while mine seems casual yet also cool performance.

Q: In <Baby Don’t Cry> stage, we saw a glimpse of your sexy image. What do you think?

SH: Isn’t it because I’m soaked in water? Haha. In the stage, I’m all wet from head to toe, my clothes are wet as well so the outline of the body can be seen. That’s why I worked out harder. In the Japan concert, my shirt is unbuttoned all the way as to give emphasis to sexiness. Because it was a time where I worked out a lot, the timing was perfect. Because SJW-nim said to do <Baby Don’t Cry> performance in water, I wanted to show it properly.

Q: When Baekhyun asked you to wink, you turned really shy. Are you the type to get shy when doing a wink?

SH: I can’t wink. It’s not for me. In fact, I’m not really fond of doing such cute things. There are lots of ways to convey my feelings to the fans besides winking. I mainly look at the fans’ eyes for a long time. I hope we can look at each other for a long time.

Q: When you were filming for the “date” VCR for the concert, you made the most NGs out of all the members. Are you originally a really shy person?

SH: I am. If I were to act in a drama or movie, I get really shy even while having a script to read. But if a scene is like that kind, I’ll get shy even more. If I was in that situation, I think I’ll not wipe the foam off of my girlfriend’s lips myself. I’d probably say “What’s that on your lips? Wipe it.”. But in order for the fans to see, I did it. I was so shy up to the point that I cringed. But it seems like the fans enjoyed it so I’m satisfied.

Q: There was an accident at the 4th Seoul concert. Your head was accidentally hit by the camera. What was the first thing that came to your mind?

SH: It was really painful. Then it was bleeding. When I saw the blood I panicked. I had to get off the stage, but there are thousands of fans who went there, how could I get off the stage? But I thought about it again, and thought that it’s a better judgment to temporarily get off the stage. So I came down, went to the waiting room and got treatment.

Q: When you injured yourself, you still went up to the stage and said your ment. Why did you shed tears?

SH: I went up on stage first before I head to the hospital. I went up on stage to personally explain to the fans what had happened. But as I walk up to the stage, my tears started to fall and I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s because I felt sorry towards the fans because I can’t complete the performance for the concert. I felt bad that I couldn’t show the fans the stages that the members and I prepared for them. Whenever I see the video of me crying, I feel so embarrassed and asked myself why did I cry.

EXO’luXion Photobook - SEHUN Backstage Interview

Q: With EXO members together on one stage, the time is very enjoyable and off the stage is also a happy time for you. How do you feel when you practice with them?

SH: If I were to describe, it would be both painful and happy, because the practice is very tiring physically but the mood is very good. Although the time and practice before we go on stage is very hard, the feeling of wanting to show it to the fans and thinking of how will they react to our complete performance makes me excited. I also have fun with the hyungs during practice.

Q: In EXO Planet #2 The EXOluXion, you spent many nights in different cities, what do you mainly do at night before the concert?

SH: I eat a lot and then go to bed early. In order to be in my best condition the next day, I take health supplements and take a lot of rest.

Q: In the waiting room, which member do you usually chat with?

SH: All members. I talk to them about daily happenings, we often talk about games or TV programs and so on. Thinking about it, we don’t talk about anything regarding the concert. Haha!

Q: Do you have know-hows on how to ease the pressure and calm down before the concert?

SH: I may not seem nervous on stage, but before the stage I somehow get really sensitive. I don’t eat anything two hours before the show, not even rice. If I eat before the show, the food might not be digested well and my stomach might feel uncomfortable. So I don’t eat no matter how hungry I am. That’s why after the concert, I’m really very tired because I’m hungry. So at the end of the concert, I immediately go eat dinner.

Q: Do you still feel nervous even if it’s already your second tour?

SH: I think even if it’s the 10th tour I would still feel nervous but also excited at the same time. Will I feel different on our 100th tour? Haha!

Q: You said in the concert before “I felt a bit empty but then I found out I’m just hungry”. Do you really feel empty after the concert?

SH: I feel empty every time. After the concert, as I walk down the stage my mind goes blank. I’m always taken aback by the empty feeling. That’s why I spend time with the hyungs. I am a person who likes to be around people rather than be alone. But somehow I feel alone after concert. While eating dinner, the hyungs and I talk and the empty feeling is being cured (gotten rid off?).. It’s sad that after the concert we’ll have to go separate ways. That hollow feeling lessens a lot when we’re together so that’s why I don’t like to be alone after the concert.

Q: Why do you feel empty?

SH: Because it was a really enjoyable time with the fans for 3 hours. On a gorgeous stage, we conveyed each other’s feelings of happiness. But once we get off the stage, the feelings suddenly disappear. I could really feel the big difference. I wonder do the fans also feel empty after the concert? I once looked at the fan site (fancafe) and I saw fans commenting that they feel empty after the concert. Now I know that the fans and I feel the same way.

Q: The time you spend with EXO members after the concert must be really precious, it show how much you love the members. Who are you most envious of in EXO?

SH: Xiumin hyung who is very mature. He doesn’t interfere but instead shows his support in the background. When there’s a problem, he says his words really carefully but those words are all so powerful. On the other hand, he does aegyo very well and he’s always full of aegyo on shows. Suho hyung who is our reliable leader. Whenever the members have a problem, they will always look for Suho hyung. Doesn’t this sentence explain it all? Lay hyung’s passion for music is really amazing. I really want to be like him. I also carry a passion for music, and I want to be an artist who has passion for music even more. Chanyeol hyung is very optimistic in everything. He has a bright and warm personality. Especially, Chanyeol hyung’s positivity is a really strong point. I hope he won’t lose this bright side of him. Baekhyun hyung is a warm-hearted person. He takes good care of EXO as well as the staffs. I think Chen hyung is very comfortable but also very difficult. Why? Because he’s so kind. He is so kind like a fool (**truly very kind to the extent of being like a fool**). So I am more careful as to what I talk to him about because I know that hyung will be very considerate of me. And also when a problem arises in the team, he takes charge in solving the problem. No matter how I see it, I feel like D.O. hyung is that hyung who I can talk about almost everything. Whatever worry I share with him, he calmly listens and then gives me rational advice. And D.O. hyung is the type who will do something if he decides on it. Whatever he decides to do, he will do it completely with his best and full effort. He is a cool hyung. Kai hyung’s concentration will never be hindered no matter what. His concentration on stage is very good, and if there’s something that fascinates him, he will put his full concentration to it and be engrossed in it until until he masters it. He’s someone you can trust.

SEHUN’s strong points according to the hyungs

XIUMIN: Because Sehun is the maknae, whatever he does is cute. I also think he is the most handsome in EXO. Also, I could say that he somehow have this high class aura. He is tall and in my standards, he gets the 1st place in good looks in EXO! Haha. You could really see how much Sehun likes his hyungs. He wants EXO to be together always. There are times that I feel sorry towards Sehun because I couldn’t spend more time with him. I will use this opportunity to say something to him. Sehun-ah, you know hyung’s heart, right? I love you!

SUHO: Sehun is a person with lots of affection. He believes that relationship with people is very important. I once saw Sehun cry because of what our staff did before. When I saw that I felt that Sehun really does have a warm heart.

LAY: Sehun is very good-looking. He’s tall. Haha. His good looks is a strong point and I’m really envious of how handsome he is. Hahaha. There are times that being the maknae is tough but he takes care of the hyungs really well. I like his bright personality.

BAEKHYUN: Our maknae Sehun is really cute! There are times where he disobeys us but it doesn’t really matter because he’s cute. He has improved in his recent stages and I’m really proud of him.

CHANYEOL: Sehun is the member I hang out and talk to a lot. It may seem like he’s a person who jokes around a lot but in reality he’s a very deep person. He has a realistic personality and that helps EXO a lot. There are things that we can’t do anything about even if we worked hard for it and Sehun is the one who makes realistic judgments.

CHEN: Sehun is really cute. Whatever he says or does is still cute and I like that about him. I hope Sehun stays the same in the future.

D.O.: Sehun-ee, ah… That kid has strong focus. He is usually cute like a maknae but once we start our activities he shows great focus on doing them. EXO members all have great ambitions/desires to complete a stage but Sehun’s desire is really strong.

KAI: Sehun is very loyal. He always thinks of the members and that’s why he’s very loyal. I think loyalty is Sehun’s best trait. The loyalty that Sehun gives is what will come back to him as well.

Credits to 吴世勋吧Ohsehunbar, 泰苗勋苗开开苗TXT

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Tease You (Janthony)

Prompt: Jasmine x Anthony Fluffy Smut where Jasmine sexts Anthony while he's at work and she's in England with her family. When she comes back from England they..ya know lol

Author’s Note: Say it with me folks, “I sure hope Anthony and Jasmine never find this!” This was pretty easy to write though because not only do I think they’re an insanely cute couple, but I find them both outrageously attractive.

Pairing: Jasmine-Cephas Jones/Anthony Ramos

Summary: Jasmine is visiting her family overseas in London while Anthony is back in New York, still working on Hamilton. Feeling especially provocative one night, she sends a few sexts right before he’s about to go onstage. Physical discomfort ensues.

Rating: M for lots and lots of smut.

Warnings: Seriously, it’s all smut. I would warn anyone under 18 not to read, but I read shit like this all the time as a teenager so... I can’t tell you what to do.

Words: 1349

Askbox / Masterlist / What I Write

It was after midnight in London, but Jasmine was far from tired.

If any of her relatives had asked, she would say that she was still mentally on New York time and wasn’t tired.

That was half true.

Thousands of miles away and five hours behind, Anthony was about to take the stage in Hamilton. It was yet another show without his girlfriend, who was overseas visiting her family.

They had a tradition of talking before every show, a tradition that would not be limited by distance or time zones.

Pulling out his phone just a few minutes before places, he typed a quick text and sent it to her.

[U up?]

Jasmine was expecting the text as per their usual routine, with a something a little more exciting in mind.

[Yeah, can I get your opinion on something?]

[Sure.]

[Does this bra look good on me?]

Attached to the text was a selfie of her taken from above. She was on her knees, her bra barely visible as it was so low-cut. She had a playful smile, knowing exactly what he would think.

[Damn what bra?]

Anthony could feel excitement building below his waist, but tried to suppress the feeling knowing he was minutes from going onstage.

Before he could completely compose himself, Jasmine sent another text.

[What about these panties? Do they make my butt look big?]

Another photo, this one showing the bow on the back of her bright red underwear, hardly leaving much to the imagination.

“Oh shiiiit,” he said out loud.

“Hey, I got your mic.” Their leading sound tech stepped into his dressing room alongside their hair stylist.

“Oh yeah, one sec.” He typed another quick response.

[in like the best way possible, yeah]

He sat still, waiting for his mic to be put into place inside his ponytail when he saw his phone vibrate on the table, signaling two new texts. He waited until he was alone again to read it.

[It’s too bad you’re not here right now.]

[Just thinking of what I would do to you if you were here is getting me so wet.]

The excitement was back, even stronger this time.

[Jas holy shit i’m about to go on this is torture]

[Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? I hope it’s okay that I’m thinking about you while I’m touching myself]

“Oh my god.” he said aloud, considering a reasonable response.

[Such a tease… you’re killing me.]

[You know how I love to tease you]

A winking emoji followed, taunting him as his pants became noticeably tighter.

There was a call for places over the speaker in his dressing room, the other actors beginning heading out.

He would never take his phone onstage, which meant leaving it behind in his dressing room until he died before the end of the first act.

[I have to go on now]

[I’ve got a surprise waiting for you when you get back.]

Anthony left the phone on the table and headed to places, focusing on deep breathing to try and calm his growing erection.

His distress was clearly visible as he passed by Lin on his way to his designated starting point.

“You okay, man?” he asked, concerned.

“What? Me? No, I’m great. Best day ever. Let’s do this.” He rushed off, heading to places.

The entire first act was uncomfortable. He had managed to tuck the growing issue into the waistband of his costume, though the bulge itself was still slightly visible.

By the time he had reached the end of the first act, his death scene which usually always left him emotional, was rather relieving.

He made a beeline for his dressing room, unable to type as fast as his sex drive desired.

[Alright Laurens is dead. You mentioned a surprise?]

[Ready?]

She sent another photo, this time of her, completely nude with a teasing smile.

He was stunned silent.

[god damn]

[Jas I want you so bad rn]

Before he could even process the photo, she’d sent another.

[Hope you’re ready for act two.]

A different position, but the same smile.

[can’t say no to this]

He adjusted his costume, trying to make room for his growing discomfort.

[oh shit]

[I’m so hard]

[please tell me you’re on a plane home right now]

Something about the idea of him sexually frustrated without her seemed to please Jasmine.

[nope. See you next week.]

He groaned out loud, forcing himself to calm down by the end of intermission. Second act was even worse, as he couldn’t get the photos of her out of his head.

By the end of the show, he was desperate to get home. He skipped signing autographs at the stage door, taking a train straight home to Brooklyn. Once he got through the door, he couldn’t unzip his pants fast enough, jerking off quickly; a much needed release.

He missed Jasmine. That was hard to deny.

Six days went by. It was the day before Jasmine came home and Anthony was in his apartment, lounging in his couch on a night off still fixated on her photos.

There’s a knock at the door, grabbing his attention. Curious, he answers it to find Jasmine behind it, home a day early.

“Jas, you’re back early!” He pulled her inside, closing the door behind her before they kissed.

“I couldn’t wait to see you.” she explained, kissing him again. “You wouldn’t happen to be doing anything important right now, are you?”

“Uh,” he glanced behind him at the couch. “I was just checking out those pictures you sent me.”

“Good.” She smiled, pushing him back towards the couch. “How about now you check out the real thing?”

Straddling his lap, she slowly pulled her top off, tossing it aside.

Leaning in to kiss. Jasmine ran her fingers through his hair, pulling out his hair tie.

Their lips met, hungry, passionate. She could already feel him reaching for the clasp of her bra, slowly pulling it off.

Their kiss broke only for a moment as Anthony pulled his own shirt off.

She could already feel him attempting to pull down her leggings, his hand reaching into the front of her panties. He knew just what to do to get her excited, Jasmine confirming just that as she moaned against him.

She stood up then, quickly pulling her leggings off the rest of the way, her panties following right after. He was quick to remove his own pants, revealing himself, standing tall.

She straddled him again, taking hold of him as their lips reattached. Carefully, she positioned herself over him. They both gasped as she guided him inside, adjusting until they were both comfortable.

Anthony spent a lot of his free time working out, making it easy for him to keep up with her thrusts, moving up to meet her each time. They kept a slow pace, Jasmine breathing heavy as they pushed on.

“Oh fuck,” she managed between breaths. His thumb had found her clit, pushing her even further.

Her nails were digging into his back as she held on, begging for release.

“I bet this is better than the photos.” she whispered in his ear.

“I can’t make you cum in those photos.” With that he thrusted harder, sending her over the edge.

She screamed, dragging her nails along his back. Her whole body shuddered as she came, burying her head in his neck.

Feeling her tighten around him sent Anthony over the edge as well, groaning as he exploded inside of her; a long-awaited release.

They were sweaty, out of breath, a mess. Still, they cuddled on the couch even after it was over.

“Maybe I should go away more often if it’s gonna be this good when I get back.” she teased.

“Nah, you’re never allowed to go on vacation again.” he joked, kissing her. “I missed you way too much.”

“I can’t tease you as well from here.” she pointed out.”

“You can, I just don’t have to wait a week to do something about it.”

Jasmine smiled, wrapped in his arms. That seemed fair.

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Snowed In

It was 11 A.M. on a snowy Christmas morning, and it was one of the worst days of my entire life. I sat in a quiet corner and cried as I watched the snow gently fall. “Flight 235 is now boarding rows 1-10,” the voice on the intercom said. Some people moved behind me, dragging luggage after them, and I tried to muffle my sniffling.

It was 11 A.M. on a snowy Christmas morning, and I was stuck at an airport. Separated from my family by a full three-hour flight that wouldn’t depart until early tomorrow.

I tried to read the book I’d brought, but I couldn’t stay focused, and every time my attention started to drift, I’d just start crying again. The woman at the nearest service desk looked at me with sympathy each time I swung by to grab another tissue. She has a hard job, I thought, noticing that I was far from the only person crying in this airport at this particular time.

After an hour or so, the woman at the service desk left. She returned with a large bowl of sweets, which she offered to everyone on my delayed flight. I took a butterscotch hard candy, and she scooped out a whole handful of them and deposited them onto the table beside me, insisting that I take them.

I think the woman’s shift ended after that, because another woman had taken her place at the desk, and I didn’t see her again. At least someone here got to go home for Christmas, I thought.

Time passed. The tears stopped coming; maybe I exhausted myself.

At some point, I tried to take a nap. Just curled up in one of the uncomfortable seats and closed my eyes. But it was almost impossible to find a comfortable position to sleep in, and I was already dreading having to spend the whole night here. Not to mention the fact that I was nervous about my stuff getting stolen even if I did somehow manage to fall asleep.

They ordered everyone on my flight pizza for lunch. It tasted mediocre, but I was hungry and miserable enough that I didn’t care. I thought maybe I’d buy myself a nicer dinner at an airport restaurant. Somehow, I didn’t think the airplane employees felt sorry enough to give us a free Christmas dinner.

More time passed. I wandered around the airport for a while until my shoulder got sore from lugging around my bag. I went online and saw all of my friends talking about Christmas, and that got me crying again.

There was a short line at the restaurant I picked for dinner. I recognized the woman who stood in front of me as another passenger from the same delayed flight. She smiled at me, though I could see by her smudged eyeliner that she’d been crying, too. I’d removed my own makeup hours earlier, tired of having to reapply it over and over again.

“Where are you headed?” I asked her.

“Seattle,” she said. “How about you?”

“Portland,” I said. “Though I think we’re going to be on the same Seattle flight.” It was the earliest flight that still had open seats.

“Table for two?” The waiter asked us. I hadn’t realized we’d moved up so far in line.

Me and the girl exchanged a look.

“Sure,” I said. “Sounds good,” the girl agreed.

I guess neither of us wanted to eat alone on Christmas.

I’m normally kind of awkward and shy around strangers, but for whatever reason, I didn’t have any trouble talking to this woman. Her name was Olivia, she had shoulder-length dark hair and eyes, and it turned out we had a lot in common. We went to the same school, liked a lot of the same television shows (and disliked the same sports), and had both grown up on the rainy side of the Pacific Northwest.

By the end of dinner, we were laughing and giggling together, and it was honestly a better time than I’d had on most of the dates I had been on in my brief stint of adulthood.

We hung around each other after dinner, too, glad for some companionship.

I got out my deck of tarot cards just to shuffle it around in my hands a little, give me something to do. Olivia watched with interest. “You do tarot?” she said, her eyes wide.

“Yeah,” I said. “Sometimes, I make a couple bucks doing readings for people at the airport. If you want, I’ll do you for free, though.” I smiled.

“Okay,” Olivia said.

We settled down on the floor. I handed her the cards to shuffle, and she did so with a delicate ease, like she was handling something precious.

“Do you have anything in mind you want to ask, or do you just want a general reading?” I asked.

She stared down at the cards, lost in contemplation for a long moment. “Just a general reading,” she decided.

I drew three cards. One of the most basic spreads: a card for the past, a card for the present, and one for the future.

Olivia giggled when the second card I turned up was The Lovers, with all of its nudity and sexual implications. I blushed, not usually this easily embarrassed over something so silly. “This is a card about choice,” I explained. “Free will and all of that. Though it can also mean love.”

“Maybe it’s about choosing love,” Olivia said softly. “Or just having the freedom to love.” She looked up at me, and my breath caught, though I did not know why.

I directed my gaze back to the cards. “It’s a bit rare to get three major arcana like this. It means that there are a lot of bigger forces at work in your life right now, things that you don’t have as much control over.” I said. In order, I had drawn The Tower, The Lovers, and then The Star.

“Bit ironic to get The Star on Christmas, isn’t it?” Olivia asked. “With the whole star leading everyone to Jesus’ birth and all.”

I smiled. “Yeah,” I said. “The Star is… hope, I guess. It’s a hopeful card, but also kind of a sad one. Because you’re chasing after something that you can’t have. It’s up in the sky, out of reach.”

I’ve done enough readings for people that I can always tell when I say something that cuts to the bone for the querent. And what I just said cut right through to Olivia’s marrow. She flinched back, her physical recoil almost imperceptible, yet unmistakable.

I switched my focus to a different card, trying to give her a little space. “And The Tower is, well…” I started.

“You tried to get too close to God and God struck you down,” Olivia said. “Babel. Cataclysm.” She spoke from old wounds.

“You’ve got a great intuition for this,” I said. My smile was a bit rueful, now.

Olivia shrugged. “You just drew the right cards,” she said. “Thank you, though.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, gathering up my cards. “Sometimes tarot has only hard truths for us.”

Around 11 P.M.—which marked over twelve hours we’d spent in this airport—Olivia and I overheard a man at the service desk telling another traveler that the airport had set out blankets and sleeping mats for the unfortunate souls who were trapped here overnight.

I claimed my sleeping mat and blanket with relief, glad I didn’t have to attempt to sleep in the uncomfortable airport seats.

Then Olivia and I located our flight’s gate, unfolded our mats right next to each other, and settled in for the night. It felt almost like a sleepover, two girls curling up next to each other, close enough to whisper secrets. Only, Olivia was staring at me in a way that no girl had ever stared at me before, and my heart was pounding in my chest, and I couldn’t identify the feeling that stretched tight in my heart.

Olivia moved closer. I closed my eyes and leaned in.

It was nearly midnight on a snowy Christmas night, and I was kissing another girl for the first time in my life. It was a good kiss; a little sweet, a little intense. A little happy and a little sad, maybe.

Afterward, I stroked her hair and watched the snowfall outside the airport window. “I think I’m going to choose to focus on the hope part,” Olivia whispered.

We held each other all through the night, tangled up under both of our blankets. Tomorrow, we would get on our flight, and after that, we would maybe never see each other again.

I watched the last couple minutes of Christmas tick away into the clouded, starless night, and for the first time that day, I wished that this moment would never end.

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