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dinthehottotty · 3 years ago

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Fine Line - Virgin!Din Djarin

A/N: My fiance helped me pick out whether Din was gonna be a virgin or a little slut. This became so much more intimate than expected. I love the idea that this couple would be so comfortable with each other, so supportive that they could just blend into each other, no matter the circumstances.

Warnings: sexual themes, teasing, virgin!Din, tiddy play, fingering, handjobs, angst if you squint, mostly just fluffy first time smut, heavy breeding kink. Heavy. Dirty talk. Feral!Din. Slight pain kink. Submissive!Reader. Din's also slightly ooc.

Summary: A biodart has made Din's nose exceptional on hunts but it makes it hard to be around you when your ovulating - especially when you're his best friend and bounty hunting partner.

Din had been strange. You hadn't picked up the pattern on him yet but there were random days that he just avoided you like a plague. It was odd, a little hurtful as he'd go all stiff and flee from you every chance he got on those days.

You'd tried not to think much of it but it was hard when you cared so deeply for him. Most days he was normal, humming along to your chatter softly as you both went about daily tasks. He didn't seem bothered to scoop the kid out of your arms and touching you was still just only when needed. Bandaging boo boos for you was endearing.

His hands never lingered too long. You both had a comfortable working relationship. Maybe years ago when you first began working together you'd been head over heels in last with him but you'd never acted on it. He hadn't either. The lust sunk into a deeper sort of emotion as you were exposed to his caring nature. He was simple. Straight forward. You'd become so comfortable around each other that he didn't flinch at you when you grasp his helmet and drag him down to your level. You knew when he'd cave to something and how to get what you wanted from him.

Countless arguments that mostly just consisted of him telling you he wouldn't do something - you sarcastically agreeing - and then him eventually doing the thing was your dynamic.

He'd brought you into the covert. You'd wander into the sewers without him, catching zero flack from the other mandalorians, and built relationships with other Mandos. You'd both long since given up on correcting folks who referred to you as a couple because it honestly didn't matter anymore. Neither one of you cared enough to tell them it wasn't the case anymore.

It was nice, honestly. Not much had changed with the kid. You remained reluctant to interact with him at first, just as Din had. Holding him at arms length until you just... didn't anymore. Much like Din had. You raised your white flag and began to dote.

Din would tease you about it but you honestly didn't care. It sparked deeper conversations between you both. Questions like: Did you ever want kids? Or where did you used to think you'd be at this point in your life. Sometimes he'd surprise you with his answers.

Sometimes he'd say these insightful, soft musing that surprise you. Most often though it was grunts and chuckles rather than actual words.

Din was acting weird again. It'd go on a few days and was bothering you. Had it been months of this on again off again dance? You had no clue. Taking care of the ship and the kid was a full time job. Especially while you both bounty hunted.

The kid had gone down for a nap so now was your opportunity. Normally you respected boundaries bit something felt wrong. He had no problem with the kid. Just you. You'd tested it several times so now you'll strike.

As the door to the cockpit slides open Din's body tenses.

"Okay, start talking. What the fuck is going on?" You demand, stomping up to his side. "How did I piss you off this time?"

"What? No. Nothing." He insists, already standing. You shove him down forcefully.

"Don't you lie to me, Din. If I have to follow you throughout the entire ship to get you to tell me I will. You know I'm just as stubborn as you. Talk."

He sighs, helmet tilting down.

"I got hit with that biodart, right?" You nod.

"Like six months ago, yeah." The biodart that scared you half to death but turned out to be an olfactory overdrive with better hearing. It's intent was to overwhelm someone long enough that they could get away. Din complained at first nearly fainting from the saturation but it had its perks. It settled but he was still a hound with that nose to an extent. You had to get used to unscented products so you didn't offend his nose.

You're eyes widen. "Do I stink right now?" You demand, lifting your arm.

"No- not necessarily-" he argues.

"Not necessarily!? Din! If I stink just tell me!" You cry at him, tugging on your top and lifting an arm to search for your B.O. It's strange that he was bothered on the ship with it when you'd been sweaty and bloody around him on missions no problem.

"Cya'rika," he sighs, waving your arms down.

"I'll go shower-"

"Stop." His voice thunders in the cockpit and you freeze. "It's a smell, yes. But... but not like that." You shift uncomfortably.

"Huh?" You demand. "What's that mean?" Din squirms. Actually squirms in his chair, reaching over to fiddle with the controls.

"It's going to make you uncomfortable."

"Oh, for fucks sake, just tell me what I can do to make you stop avoiding me for days at a time." He sighs, shoulders sinking and refusing to look up at you.

"It's your pheromones. They change." You move to stand in front of him, crossing your arms.

"Elaborate."

"I don't know, okay? You just... smell different."

"I stink, then," you insist, frustrated and throwing your hands up again. They smack back down on your thighs.

"No," he murmurs. "I... I think... I think you might smell... fertile." The cockpit is silenced for a moment as you absorb that information. He spares a glance up at your shocked face, watching your reaction.

"Uhhhhhhh," you start with a blink. "Youre... smelling my... ovulating?" You ask.

"Yeah," he hums. "At least I think so... its... its different," he grumbles. Slowly you settle into your chair behind him and he swivels.

"What... what's it smell like?" You ask.

"Ovulation?"

"Well... what do I smell like. What's the difference?" He shifts uncomfortably.

"Like... like you. It's not easy to describe. You always smell the kids head right?" He asks. You nod. "It's like me smelling your head. Like when you wake up and you smell like sleep. It's impossible to describe."

"And.. when I ovulate?" Din's quiet for a moment, helmet twisting toward his dash.

"You smell kind of sweet. Like... like flower blooming, I guess."

"And that's bad?" You ask.

"It's... overwhelming. Kind of clouds my head and it's... actually really nice."

"Oh."

The silence is deafening. You feel your pulse pick up and he gives a strangled groan. "It's pretty strong right now, can you head down?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah, I just..." you say as you stand, fiddling with your fingers awkwardly. "Does showering help?" Din's helmet shakes.

"It seeps out of your skin. It's everywhere you go. It..." he trails off, "I can't focus at all. I thought I was getting sick."

"What do you mean?" You ask quietly. "What were the symptoms?" He sighs, twisting fully towards you.

"I can't think. I get headaches. I actually get really irritated by people. Don't want to be around them at all." You can't help but crack a smile at him. Trying to suppress the rising giggle is hard as your hand flies to your mouth. "What?" He groans, exasperated.

"Nothing." Your giggle breaking through says otherwise.

"Not 'nothing', you womp rat. Answer." You kick you rock on your feet before grinning at him slyly.

"Din, babes, it sounds like I'm making you sexually frustrated." He bristles at that.

"Get to the hull," he growls but you know he'll never actually do anything but grumble like an old man.

"You gonna stare at my ass as I go?" You tease, twisting. He turns his chair away with the crossing of his arms.

"Out."

"Just hit a brothel when we land."

"It doesn't work like that!" He snaps. You roll your eyes leaning on the back of his chair. "When I'm not around you I'm fine. It's just your smell. Besides, no brothels. Too risky."

"Oooooooh," comes your teasing lit. "Din's got a crush on me, Din's got a crush!" Your singing has him swing to glare at you. You know he is even if you can't see his face.

"You're a child."

"Yes, yes, I am," you announce, seeing the way he just sinks in the chair. "But it's fine, you big lug. I'm just happy I wasn't doing anything to piss you off."

"You are now."

"That's on purpose." He grunts in response to you and ignores the obnoxious kiss you deliver to the side of his helmet.

"Stop, your going to saturate my armor." You chuckle, drawing back.

"I think I could probably find a doctor on Nevarro to prescribe me some form of birth control if that's what you want." You swear he stops breathing and when he answers he sputters.

"Y-you don't- I mean- that's not... I would never make you do something like that." His declaration felt off. There was some kind of miscommunication as you giggle. That is evident.

"Hey, sweetheart," you coax for him to look at you. "Hormonal birth control works by giving you false ovulation. I wouldn't actually be releasing an egg so hopefully it wouldn't give off my pheromones like now." He seems to choke at that.

"Oh... okay," he relents. But again something sparks in your brain. He meant something else. You don't have time to stop the surprised look on your face.

"Din," you start carefully, "Did you think I was offering to sleep with you?"

He's completely still - not even breathing for a moment. When he does, he's panting nervously but not speaking. You don't remove yourself from him, just wait patiently for his response despite already knowing the answer.

"Would you want to?" You prompt gently. In your peripheral vision, you see his hands tighten into fists over his lap when he still doesn't answer you glance down at his lap for a moment and then swing a leg over both of his. He presses back against the chair as you settle on top of him. "I won't be offended either way."

He draws in a shaky breath. "I don't want to make things messy between us."

"Din, we have a kid," you point out, "he's as much yours as he is mine. Things are already messy but that's life. Don't put off your own needs just so you can put everything in its own little box, okay? That's not good for you."

"And if you decide you don't want to?"

"Then we don't do it?" You scoff.

"Not what I meant," Din shifts under you for a moment, dropping his hands down to drop in his lap before quickly removing them like he'd forgotten your thighs were slung on his. You stay quiet, waiting for him to continue. "I've never... with someone."

"Like... ever?" You prod.

"Like ever. Brothels are too risky."

"What about other Mandos?"

"It's frown upon if your not married. I've never been interested in being married." You nod at him. It made sense.

"I've only ever been with one person before," you offer.

"But if it's not good - if I'm not good... I don't want you to hate me."

"Hate you? Din, there are only three things in this universe I hate, what are they?"

"Crooks, cons and when you touch something wet unexpectedly," he sighs out.

"Exactly! Everyone's different. What one person might like, someone else might not, ya know? If you're worried about it being good, then I'll show you what I like. And if it's bad? Who am I gonna tell? The kid? Kagra?" Din sighs at you softly.

"How would I know I'm ready for that?" He asks. It cools you some, you ponder quietly for a moment.

"I suppose, if you feel safe and comfortable with the person." He nods slowly.

"People... they make a big deal out of it. Is it as good as they say?" You shrug in response.

"Depends. Sometimes it's really nice. Sometimes not so much. It can be kind of gross. Kind of ugly. It's scratching an itch though."

"You're really selling me on this," he quips.

"I'm not trying to sell you on anything. I'm just giving you my experience." Din nods slowly. "I'm not here to convince you to. I'm here to support you and give you things you need. To make it easier." He hesitantly cups your face.

"Are you sure you'd want to? With me?" You snort at him, wrapping your fingers around his chest plate and pulling yourself close.

"Din, I had the biggest crush on you for the longest time. You and me, we could be anything we want to be. You just tell me what you need from me." He hums in response as he tests the waters by thumbing your cheek. It makes your eyes close.

"Can we? Now? It hurts with you being so close."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay then." At one point you may have been giddy. But the comfort you'd built with each other soothed you to a flattered ease. "Kids asleep in the bunk though, is this okay? Is there anything you don't want me to do?"

"What is there?" You nod slowly as you realize how little experience he's actually got.

"Okay, how about for now I just use my hand, yeah?" He gives out a shakey breath. "Take the edge off."

"That's okay." You nod.

"Show me then, what you like." You think you might hear a soft gulp muddled with his modulator. The leather of his glove squeaks as his fist tightens by your cheek. You take the lead and raise your hands to one of his, gently prying it open to lay the back of yours in his. "Show me." He gives off a little breath and then brings your hand to his chest.

The chill of beskar bites at your fingertips, cutting into your palm as he guides it lower. You try to keep your eyes level with his visor as you continue and keep a cool expression. Something open and inviting hopefully.

But you can't help the gasp that leaves your mouth and your widening eyes as he wraps your smaller hand around the hard appendage flagged between you. Trapped between the fabric below.

Your gaze falls down to verify what you were feeling and - oh yep. Din Djarin was unfairly enormous. "Oh, you're big," you murmur and he gives you this little noise. A tiny ah! as you give him a soft squeeze.

"Do you like that?" He asks, his voice ragged.

"I'd certainly like to try it," you reply in a softer voice as he urges you to squeeze him harder. You soak up his heavy breathing as you touch on him. Fingers stroking and squeezing him.

"Can I..." he starts. You tilt your head when he trails off.

"Can youuuu... what?" You ask.

"Its... its tight right now. Can you touch it directly?" You smile and hum at him.

"Can I? Are you okay with that?" You squeeze him and he gives a groan.

"Shit, please?" You peel back the little strip of fabric that covers his fly before lowering the zipper. Din's breathing is getting even heavier as his shoulders rise and fall. He gasps before giving a higher noise of relief when you pull him out of his flight suit.

He springs into light, tip wet and red. He was thick too. Thicker than he had any right to be. You raise your hand to your mouth, drawing a wet tongue over your palm. He jerks and gives a loud moan when you stroke him like that, cursing to the gods above. His hands grasp at the edges of his seat.

When he spread his thighs you slip, gasping and planting your hands on his thighs as you sink down in between. His hands snatch onto your back and you both chuckle when your stable. "Oops." His breathy chuckle soothes you for a moment as you try to adjust in his lap.

"Sorry," he hums and you settle close enough to sink between his thighs but still be supported in his lap.

"Do you want to see my boobs?" You ask too suddenly and his chuckle stops dead. "Too soon?"

"No. I mean- not too soon." It makes you grin at his helmet and you reach down to the hem of your top and draw it up over your head. Din's hands draw absent-mindedly over your thighs as you unhook the bra and let your breasts fall free.

"Can I touch?" He asks. It thrills you as you beam up at him. Your response is planting your hands on either of his hips to push them together before puffing your chest towards him. You even let your head fall onto a shoulder as you do. "Oh..." he muses softly. A movement lower makes you glance down. He's removing his gloves.

You'd seen his hands on rare occasions. He breathes out raggedly when his hands meet them. They're damp with sweat but warm and smooth. Your eyes close appreciatively at the gentle contact. He tests the weight in his hands, gently squeezing. You give him a delighted sigh.

The ovulating would explain why they were so sensitive right now. You give a soft cry when he rubs his thumbs downwards over the hardened nipples. He pauses before doing it a second time, earning a second reaction similarly. It's kind of nice, to let him play and explore with you in this way.

It's Din. You're not trying to impress him in a way you once would have. Instead this just felt like a new chapter. There was no wishing this had happened sooner because it wouldnt have been the same. You wouldn't have enjoyed it so freely as you did now. His touch would have been made your heart thunder nervously in your chest.

When he pauses you peel your eyes open to meet his visor. "Are you nervous?" You ask. He's quiet for a moment.

"Not anymore. Not with you." He admits. "Maybe a little worried I won't be any good." That makes you smile warmly at him. You reach to cradle his the curve of his helmet under his visor.

"There's nothing to be worried about here. Just explore, enjoy. There's no rush. There's nothing you have to do, okay?" This time, he visibly relaxes.

"Okay," he agrees, leaning his helmet into your hand. "I want to touch you for a while."

"I'd like that."

One hand of his slides down to cradle you around your waist. He slips around you and gently drags you up against his chest. It's intimate. Milky.

His other hand turns over and he's using his knuckles to glide over your skin. Not just your breasts. Din was truly exploring you - mapping you with soft strokes. He thumbs around the hollow of your throat. Pads of his fingertips glide over your clavicle like he's savoring the taste of it. Knuckles brush over the curve of your breasts. You have no idea how much time passes as you soak in his gentle caresses and stroking.

"You're so soft." When he speaks it washes over his vocoder like rocks in a creak. It's cool and refreshing to your overheating skin. "Is this what it's always like? I just want to wrap up in you forever. So warm." His words short circuit your brain as he traces down your arm with his fingers.

Your neck feels like it can't hold up your head anymore. You tilt your forehead toward him and are surprised when he meets you halfway. A soft thunk of your temples pressing together. Your faces twist towards each other.

His touch too welcoming to be effectively driving you wild. It was addictive. Intimate. More than you bargained for. But you were far from complaining.

"I never expected your hands to be so smooth," you murmur, mind swirling deeper into his whirlpooling sensual touches. It was hard to not drown in these hazy pools of heat against him. His palm skirting up over your abdomen. "I thought they'd be calloused and rough."

"You've imagined me touching you like this?" He inquires softly. You bite your lip when his hand has returned to your nipple again; the soft pinch he gives it has you giving a little jerk against him.

"Yeah, a lot."

Your bare feet lift off the grated floor to curl in the air when his thumb decides to circle your areola slowly, with feather light touches.

"What else have you thought about?" You gasp when he gives a light smack to your breast just to watch it bounce. He repeats it and your surprised to find just how much you like it. You can feel his cock bounce against your belly at the sight.

"Everything," you sigh, reach for the appendage you'd nearly forgotten about. He shudders when you give him a gentle stroke. "Use the thought of you to get off sometimes." His breath hitches and his arm wrapped around your middle drifts lower. He palms your ass and drags you further up his lap.

"Think about you most of the time. Even before the biodart I used to think about you. I used to think it was just because you were the only woman around, but it's also just... its just you. The smell. It's just you." That turns your belly nice and low. You hitch closer, pushing your toes against the floor for leverage to push your pelvis against where he's exposed. "Fuck," he hisses. "Do you like this? Is that why the scent is everywhere?"

"Probably," you huff with an amused grin. "Can I show you something?" He's body straightens to attention.

"Anything," he prompts. Popping the button on your pants gives enough room for your next move. You pull his fingers away from your breast and guide it lower. His visor follows it, his fingers dipping below your waistband at your gentle coaxing.

You don't expect his broken groan, but it's rewarding when he dips a finger in between the folds. You release his hand to let him explore on his own again, letting him poke and prod blindly.

Searching fingers spread and easily part you, slipping. "Wait...," he murmurs softly. "Where's the... there?" He offers as he slips a finger inside you. You gasp, hands snatching up the fabric at his sides. "Oh, fuck."

"Do you like it?" You ask.

"This will fit me? It's so tight." His gentle curiosity is as endearing as his unwittingly sexy dirty talk. You can't help but whimper at that.

"It's designed to push out another person. I think I can take you with a bit of elbow grease."

"You're sure? Then it stretches?" As he asks he pushes in a second finger. Not stroking or rubbing, just soaking inside you. Absorbing the heat and the spasms. You let out a moan when he tests his theory of you stretching, parting you on his fingers.

"Ah, Din!" You whimper. He preens at that. Postures and prides.

"Could you take me now? Would I stretch you too much?"

"Keep talking like that, please," you urge. He makes a noise of appreciation.

"How do you want me to touch you?" He asks. "Show me?" He's an eager student - fingers stretching you apart. It makes it hard to stand, you give a half-gasp when his fingers slip out of you. You don't miss him staring down at his fingers rubbing his thumb on his wet fingertips to feel the lingering residue.

"Care to help me with these?" You ask, and he's eagerly reaching forward to tug your pants off you. It makes you giggle but he pauses when he's ruched them down to your knees.

"Is... is this okay? Should I go slower? Am I doing something wrong?" He demands from you.

"No, no!" You cry, grasping his shoulders and staring into the depth of his visor. "I like that you're excited to see me. To touch me. It's real."

"Of course it's real," he breathes in response, standing up and towering over your nearly naked form. If you weren't so turned on, it'd make you laugh at the scene, Mando with his twitching cock against your belly.

"I like it. This is fun, ya know?" Din's breath shudders and he pulls you tight against him.

"Yeah, I usually have fun with you." That makes you beam. His words couldn't have been sweeter, warming you from the inside and making you molten. "Now can you show me how to touch you?"

Well, he was nothing if not pragmatic. You suppose it's a good thing he's so excited to have you. You bite your lip, nodding up at him eagerly.

It's cut short when you find the cockpit spinning and your stomach lurching. Din plants you down in his seat before kneeling in front of you. You burst into genuine laughter when he turns his head lamp, ready to burst at the seems. "Put that damn thing away!"

"I want to see, show me!" He insists, grasping your hands gently and dragging them down your belly.

"You can see just fine without it, you're going to make me feel like I'm getting a pap smear!" He sighs, reaching up to turn it back off.

"What's a pap smear?"

"A cervix exam where they scrape the vagina to check for abnormal cells, women have them yearly. I'm gonna tell you now, the headlamp stays off during sex, okay?" You giggle.

"Okay," he relents.

"Good boy," you chirp before shimmying your pants and underwear off to leave you completely bare. You open your legs up for him.

Finally relaxing back against his seat, you let your hands drift lower and he's drawn in immediately. He watches as you dip your fingers within your labia. "I think I like you touching me more," you urge as your two fingers dip inside. It's lack luster compared to his thicker digits.

"Why?"

"Your fingers are thicker, you reach deeper than I do," you whimper as you slowly begin to pump your fingers. He makes a choked sound as your pussy squelches. Kneeling, hovering closer, he plants his hands on your thighs.

"Where do you want me to reach inside you?" He rasps. "I've heard there's a place that feels really good."

You nod eagerly at him. "Give me your hand again," you urge, allowing him to replace your lacking fingers. He groans when his fingers sink into you, this time he's pumping them slowly like you were. You give a low moan, soaking up the lovely friction he's giving you. "That's so good," you murmur as your eyes slip shut.

You gasp and jerk when he begins to mix his stretching fingers and the pistoning of his hand.

"Like this?"

"Mhmm." Your head falls back.

"Show me the spot." You pant under him for a moment and then reach down to twist his palm heaven bound instead.

"Now, just - uh - curl your fingers and- NGH!" Din didn't need much guidance from there. Not when he was putting the pieces together. He was rubbing and pressing on your g-spot so much fast than you anticipated. It had your eyes watering in pleasure.

Your left panting and moaning under him. "Harder, please, please, Din." He nudges faster too with it as you squirm beneath him.

"You're so pretty like this."

You didn't need him to tell you that. You tighten on his fingers as he murmurs softly to you.

"Here," you murmur, dragging his hand up your thigh. You move his thumb to where you need it most, guiding him to circle it.

Your thighs tremble when he follows the movement with slow precision. Slowly applying more pressure while he pushed his fingers as deep as he could. He's good. He's so good that your quickly feeling the rise of an orgasm.

You give a louder moan when he pauses just to push a third finger in and he gives a mighty groan. "Bet you taste as good as you smell. Bet it'll be a real squeeze for my cock if you can barely fit three fingers." he rumbles. That breaks you. Your legs try to clamp shut as you try to muffle the wail you give with the back of your hand. "Are you...? Oh shit-" he gives a broken groan and begins to pause.

"No! No! Don't stop!" You cry, reaching for him until he's finger fucking you nearly too hard but fuck if it doesn't feel good. It's not until you're overstimulated and twitching at every movement with little whimpers that he slows and drags his fingers out. He let's you come down slowly, rubbing your quaking thighs when you slump and pant.

"Maybe I should do this to you more often, you're so quiet right now." His taunting earns him half a glare from.

"You... can fuck me... if you want?" That seems to rile him up in the right way.

"You could barely fit my fingers. Won't it hurt?"

"I've never minded a challenge. Just go slow, okay?"

"Then come down here," Din insists. So you follow his words, sinking on jellied legs into his lap once more.

"How do you want it?" You prompt. "On top? On bottom? Do you want to be behind me?"

"All of it." It makes you smile at that.

"Then come down here," you tease, leaning back to lay on the cold floor. He's quick to crawl over you. "Come on, we've got our whole lives."

He crawls on top of you, cock prodding your oversensative cunt. You let him try to line himself up without his hands at first. "Here," you offer, licking your palm wettly and then stroking him. He shivers and then let's you guide him to where his head notches on the still pulsing hole.

Your cunt gives easily for him. Both if you gasping when he unintentionally sinks to the hilt with only a burning stretch that he offered.

The moment stills as he stares down at you, gasped and stretched on him. Your arched, gasping at the fullness you're trembling on. The burn has your eyes watering.

"Can I?" He rasps, voice straining. It takes you too long to answer as you take slow breathes. "Please, cyare. Can I? Please?"

It's hard to focus on his words when he's stretching your cervix back as far as it will go. How long had it been since something had been deeper rather that stretching you with width.

Finally, you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut. "Yes."

He wastes no time before siding back enough that he catches his head on your rim. This time he sinks into you so slow. It's sickeningly slow and you arch up against him.

You were wet but not enough for him to glide perfectly. You get a rough friction as he slips back inside. He meets the end of you and keeps going. It hurts a little but it's still so good. You like it. Din's whole body curves as he presses into you as hard as he can it has you moaning loudly when he anchors into with the weight of his hips. "Shit-" you wince.

"Am I hurting you?" He frets, relinquishing the force of his slow thrust.

"I like it when it hurts a little," you promise, offering him a drinking grin. He shakes with that.

"Tell me if it's too much, baby," he whispers. And then he does it all over again. After a few of the slow thrusts he groans. Everytime he presses into you in nearly feels that way. But you adjust quickly to it. There's more satisfaction to it now as he jostles you're internal organs.

"You want to go faster?" You offer weakly.

You don't expect to have his thighs raise up to cradle yours over him as he tightens his hold on your waist. Your hips are lifted off the floor while he's still inside you. There's an odd squeal that leaves you at the sensation. Winding your legs around him as you feel him adjusting for a more powerful stance. He was going to rail you into the next planet. It was going to be delicious.

A wail leaves you on his first thrust. He was dragging you into the movement, spear you down onto him. You hands grasp at the fabric just under his pauldrons. There's a feral groan that rumbles out of him. His hips carve into yours roughly as he repeats the act over and over.

Your cunt flutters - tightening around him when he angles just right.

"Oh fuck!" He roars, trying to rear back but you'd tightened around him instictuallu. His whole body tightening on top of yours as he jerks to a pause. You feel your eyes rolling back into your skull as he grinds as deep as he can - pressing into the spongey spot he'd fingered only a short time before. Something twitched deeply inside. Heat spurting. "Shit, that was too quick," he curses, panting into your shoulder. He groans rocking shallowly against your fluttering walls. Not even thrusting, just adding pressure. His grasp forcing you flush with his hips.

You whimper at him as he sinks into you, relaxed. "Usually is the first time." He sighs, shaking his head against your shoulder and then tucking his crown against your chest.

"I'll touch you more. Make it good for you." He promises.

"Nah, nah you don't have-" He's jerking off you quickly and it shocks you.

"Oh, fuck!" He hisses, jerking out of you like he's burned you, prying your legs open to angle his visor down at your weeping cunt. "Shit, shit- I wasn't thinking clearly. Fuck - I was thinking but...," he trails.

He'd come inside you. Because you let him sleep with you. To help him not be so overwhelmed with your scent. Because you were ovulating. He'd come in you and you were ovulating. "I... I didnt think about it either." Your offer has his visor bearing down your face harshly.

"I was thinking," he repeats, fingers tightening under your knees. "All I could smell was you ovulating. I knew. I was thinking about it the whole time."

That sinks your gut down like a rock in water. You find the delight burning in your chest much the opposite reaction to what you expected yourself to have. "Oh." You murmur. You're blown away by the debauchery and depravity that is you being incredibly turned on by this fact rather than be appalled. Your cunt is tightening around nothing and leaking more of what Din spilled inside.

"I probably just got you pregnant and all you have to say is 'oh'?" He demands. You gulp.

"I... kind of liked it."

The cockpit is silenced. The flashes of hyperspace illuminate you both. A long string of snarled Mando'a rumbles around as your manhandled back onto a rock hard cock. It doesn't stop as he begins again, pushing out his spend with more harsh thrusts. Basic occasionally slips out of his mouth. Filth spilling into the air and tainting your opinion of him.

You're going to look so good carrying my baby. Tattoo my mudhorn on you. Look at you, so happy to give me whatever I want. You're so happy to please me that you'll just let me pump a baby into you if I wanted to. To expand my clan. Would you let me?

"Would you let me?" He punctuates with a hard grind into your hips. "Tell me, pretty girl." He's feral on the smells and tastes and sensations. Lost in the tight heat thats pounding around him.

"Want it," you whimper, nearly lost for words un how good the wet stretch of him had been. You couldn't find it shameful. It felt to good for that. Deeper, you just want him deeper. You want him to hook in deep inside you and grow. You want to swell with it. You want to want to never recover from this in a sick kind of way.

Those two words make Din pause at the end of you. Another whimper flutters out of you when slowly draws back from inside.

"Want my baby?" It's murmured lowly to you. It makes you nod slowly. "I'll give you many." You tremble beneath him as he just fucked into you slowly, rocking slowly. "I'll make your cunt all swollen like this all the time... all wet...all loose... Listen to it sucking me right in - it wants me doesn't it. Needs it."

God you really did love those moments Din surprises you with passionate thoughts. When you'd finally passed his grunting answers and painted you with his private thoughts. When you got to experience the beauty of his mind. It would always knock you flat when he did.

"Feel you in my throat."

"Not yet you don't."

His finger tips are chilly when they reach between you. Ice against the fire at the apex of your thighs. Cooling your skin as he rolls his thumb against your clit. It's devastating as he copies his earlier tactics. Angling his hips down and cock up.

Pressing up inside that spot. It sent shocks through you, burning you from the inside out. You can just grasp at him and his armor through it, cramming yourself far enough down to bruise some organs. You arch away from the floor..Choking your cunt around him when you come. It rips through as you sob into the air and milk him into you. His twitching muscles jumping as he slipped out of you, overly sensitive.

You're buzzing beneath him, staring up at his visor and wondering what color his eyes are for the millionth time. "That... was good."

"Good." He shifts above you, proped on one elbow as he reached under his helmet. It takes you a second to realize what he's doing. The sight of his lips, plush and curved artistically, joined with a squared stumbled jaw, sends you gasping and looking away quickly. Squeezing your eyes shut.

"Din!" You gasp, more out of shock. There's a metallic thump close to your head.

"Open your eyes, so I can marry you, clutz." His sigh pierces the air and your not used to being able to smell more than a whiff of his natural heady scent.

You do as he commands, fluttering your eyes open at him. Brown. His eyes are brown and vulnerable. He was stunning. You barely register you're promising him vows in mando'a - to lost in every line and curve of his face. Details you never even thought to imagine. The patchwork stubble, if he had crows feet, if he had big ears or if his head was shaped funny from the helmet. It was not, in fact.

He was breath taking.

"I like your face," you whisper to him in a quiet silence. "Why did you have me marry you?"

"Because I want to kiss you. All the time." It's a blunt response paired with an expressive sass. Twisting of his lips, holding of his eyes, tilting of his brows. It makes sense. He's never had to learn to guard it. He's got a nervous energy that melts you.

You're forced to laugh a little. "I suppose that's the best answer I could hope for," you hum, lifting your head towards him. "Let me teach you, yeah?"

Taglist:

@lxdyred, @boliv-jenta, @amidjarin, @qhbr2013, @buckybarneshairpullingkink,

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #angst #din x reader #smut #din djarin x you #fluff

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twistedmusings · 4 years ago

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Reading Between The Lines

A/N: I feel bad whenever I say 'hey here is what I am working on' and then my muses tell me 'no...this is what you are working on'. It's like my brain can't concentrate on one thing entirely q wq. In my defense though, I'm exploring my twst faves...and Cater may be a runner up to Vil...

Warnings: Dry humping, dirty talking and a quick handjob just as unsatisfying and ungratifying as Cater feeling like maybe he shouldn't have let you go just yet.

“Whoops.”

Cater’s phone case cracked as it hit the floor, eyes locking with yours as you pull away from the Heartslabyul second year. Why had he even dropped his phone in the first place? The case had cost a lot and he had queued up for hours to get it, there should have been no reason for him to drop it.

Maybe the shock from seeing you in Heartslabyul?

No, that was normal. You were friends with Ace and Deuce after all so your presence in Heartslabyul was normal.

Maybe from seeing you in a bedroom that wasn’t a first year room?

He was coming to check up on a second year who had mentioned something about needing help in Astrology so Riddle had instructed Cater to help the guy out. The ‘strict Queen’ was aiming for the highest grade among the dorms, after all. So he was just carrying out his duty as an upperclassman!

So seeing you here, in this second year’s room, shirt around your elbows as a pair of hands--

that weren’t his--gently wrapped themselves around your waist was probably what made him drop his case.

Good to know, if he had come to that conclusion at any other time that you weren’t here, he might have said something mean to his lower-class men.

You move to fix your shirt as the second year rushes to apologize, walking up to him and spouting words Cater wouldn’t bother to hear. His eyes kept staring as you fixed yourself up to look a tad more proper than how he had found you.

It wasn’t like the sight of you in that state was unfamiliar to him, he just hadn’t seen it in a long time.

“Please just keep it between us, Cater-san! I don’t know what I’d do if the dorm head found out about this.”

He snaps out of his trance, looking down at the second year before grinning as he let out a slow hum, pretending to mull the request over in his head.

“Should I? If I remember correctly...Rule 345--Only when the sky turns red as it is dawning can a romantic partner be brought--”

“I--I’ll tell the dorm leader that you helped me with class!”

Cater grins, “That’s one way to make it up to me~ I guess for now I should leave you with a warning, right?” he tilts his head to call out to you, “The same goes for you [Y/N]-san! I can’t have you getting someone other than Ace and Deuce in trouble!”

He can't help but feel a sense of pride when you chuckle at what he had said, turning around to give him a peace sign as you walk by the second year.

“I’ll try to do an effort to hide in the closet next time.”

The second year takes your hand and kisses it, apologizing for the trouble and closing his eyes when your hands cup his cheek and pull him in for a kiss, the action making Cater look down at his phone and open whatever app he saw first.

You wave goodbye as Cater closes the door quickly, not giving you a chance to look at your second year lover fully as the both of you walk down the corridors of Heartslabyul in silence.

“So.”

“Hm?”

Green eyes keep looking at his phone, scrolling through Magicam absentmindedly but sparring you one look as he sees you scratching at a hickey--he would have left a bigger one-- the second year had left behind.

“Was he any good?”

In his defense, what had started between you two was clearly labeled as a ‘no feelings allowed, we are just here to have fun’ relationship. You seemed to understand his nature better than most and were down for something that wasn’t super serious and borderline erotic in a sense.

Cater was sure that you two had done it in at least one surface in every common room in Heartslabyul. The thought kept him awake at night, actually.

“Was he any good…” you repeat the question, “As good as I’m going to get from a second year.”

“Oh the poor guy.” Cater can’t help the snort that escapes him as you two walk down a set of stairs leading to the dorm’s entrance, “It is surprising you went for him, didn’t you mention that you liked the older type?”

“Well after a certain ‘older type’ decided to end things, I thought I should try my hand at something different. Change my ways, you know?”

He didn’t know. Cater had no idea what you were talking about, in fact. Why would you have to change your ways for anyone? You were amazing, interesting, entertaining and attention-grabbing all wrapped up in an older sibling type package that he had admitted to being attracted to when he had brought up the ‘friends with benefits’ proposition. If you changed in anyway he would be disappointed--

Dammit he was doing it again.

“If you want to start a relationship with someone in Heartslabyul, I would recommend Trey. He’s handsome, hardworking and you wouldn’t go hungry. Perfect man material right there.”

Cater knew that the small jab was directed at him so he decided to switch subjects, preferring not to linger in the awkward feeling that came with the consequences of his actions.

He ended things because he had broken the rules you both had set in place. Feelings weren't allowed and yet he had let them burrow deep inside his heart and fester like some sort of unknown virus. Cater didn't care for them so he nipped the problem in the bud, broke things off in an amicable manner and moved on.

But, like with everything in his life, it had all been an act.

If it had been just the sex keeping him awake, he would have understood. He's a healthy young man and some of the activities you two engaged in would make any first year jealous. And for a while the memories of you warming his bed generally did start to make him yearn for your warmth.

It was the possibilities of what you could have had that were driving him insane.

Would you have said no to a date? The only thing you two did when you were alone were have sex, make fun of Magicam models, sleep and then have sex some more so surely you would have liked a change of scenery as well.

But he didn't know you as much as he wished he did. Nights in his bed had been spent tossing and turning as to what your answer would have been. Why did he even care? You both still hung out, you still had his number, it wasn't like either of you were dead to each other!

Cater just didn't know how to react to you seeing someone else, if that is what you were even doing in the first place.

"Trey-senpai? I guess...he is rather sweet, isn't he?"

"In more ways than one."

"...but I will have to pass." you rub the back of your neck, "You know I don't like sweets."

The clock strikes ten as Cater's eyes take all of you in, his mind blanking out for a response before he clicks his tongue and points behind him.

"Say, Prefect, I think you may have left something in my room. Mind if I give it to you now?"

-----

"Oh. Your case cracked."

"Yeah. Dropped my phone. Bummer, huh?"

"Here I thought you held onto that thing for dear life, can I see it?"

Cater laughs as he takes his phone out of his back pocket and hands it to you, turning back to dig in his drawer for the sole sock that you had left about a month ago.

Who was he bullshitting? He was panicking, plain and simple. Here he was, rummaging through his drawer like an idiot as he pretended to have a sock that he knew he didn't have all to keep you with him for a couple more minutes.

Stars, who was he? He didn't know himself anymore.

“And...dammit.” he laughs as he closes the bottom drawer of his heart closet, “Couldn’t find it. I’m sorry [Y/N]-chan, I shouldn’t have taken your time like that. Do you want me to walk you back to the dorm...or maybe you wanna talk on the phone while you walk there?”

He goes to grab his phone but stops as he turns to look at you, your fingers tracing the giant crack on the case before tapping it twice in quick succession.

“[Y/N]--”

“We both really messed up, huh?”

Cater blinks as your eyes stare at him as if, for a brief moment, you could look through him. Through the act, the apathy, the very thing that was keeping him at the seams but also making him feel like he would burst from the inside out.

“...what do you mean?”

You keep gazing at him for a couple of seconds before smiling as you hold up the phone.

“I shouldn’t have snuck into Heartslabyul to just get a need met...and you shouldn’t have walked into that poor student’s room without knocking.” you wave the phone around, “Now your precious item is broken.”

The conversation didn’t feel right. It felt as if you were saying something else and all Cater needed to do was read in between the lines.

But he refused to, he didn’t want to go below surface level. Everything would get so much more complicated if you both took that plunge.

Yet he was feeling daring, the smile on your face a clear challenge as he walked over to you and grabbed the edge of his phone.

“Maybe I wanted to break it.”

Silence reigns in the room as you two stare at each other, both of your hands holding onto the edge of his phone and daring the other to let go. He smiles and tugs on his edge, the movement effortlessly pulling you towards him as you snicker when the edge of your foot touches his.

“Cater.” you whisper as your hands slowly let go of the phone.

“Yes?” he whispers back, purposefully leaning over you as he places the phone on his desk.

“Nothing. I just like saying your name.”

Whether he started it or you started it honestly didn’t matter to him, the only thing Cater cared about was pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours so he could stop listening to all of your complicated sentences.

He didn’t understand them, he didn’t understand you.

And yet you seemed to understand him probably better than he understood himself.

Arms are around his neck as you pull him close, Cater slowly walking you back to his bed as the back of your knees hit the comforter which causes both of you to fall down. You pull away to snicker at the action but are brought right back into the kiss by needy lips, Cater whispering your name as he pushed you upwards so that you would be pressed right against the wall--

He groans when you pull away and is surprised to be kissing a pair of fingers instead of your lips, your smile still as elusive as ever as you slowly push his face away.

“I have a lover, senpai.”

Cater rolls his eyes, “I don’t like those kinds of jokes.”

“I’m not joking. It’s late so I’m just going to go over to his room and tell him that you’ll cover for us, okay? Okay. ”

You pinch his nose as you try to push him away but find your wrists grabbed and locked in place, Cater giving you a hard glare as he presses his forehead against yours.

“I said I don’t like those kinds of jokes.” he leans in and gives you another kiss, “You’re not his lover.”

“Who says that?”

“[Y/N]-chan did.” Cater’s lips press against yours again as he makes his way down to the offending hickey the second year had left on you, “The way you talk about him, the way you weren’t even embarrassed at getting caught. You are toying with the heart of one of my second years and I don’t think I can forgive you for that.”

He nips at the bruise before placing his lips on it, teeth gently opening up more blood vessels to form a much darker shade on your skin than what was left there before.

“Is that all you can’t forgive me for?”

Cater smiles against your skin as he takes your wrists and leads your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling you into his lap as he answers your question with a kiss.

His tongue meets yours this time around, both of you giggling at the familiar taste. When was the last time you two had kissed like this? Nevermind that, the question was already too annoying to think about. Instead, Cater moves his hips upwards as he groans into your lips at the wanted friction.

He takes a hold of your hips as he pushes you down to meet him mid-movement, his hips rolling up as yours are pushed down. The movement is sloppy and the action itself feels so unsatisfying but Cater almost feels as if this is the only thing he deserves from you. If either of you enjoyed this it would mean you two went too far--

“Haha...look at your face.”

Green eyes look at you as you cup the man’s face, pressing a gentle kiss on his nose as you start to roll your hips on his, meeting him halfway.

“You probably want to cum inside, right Cater-senpai?”

His hips jump at the mere thought, the idea of you laying on your side as his cum drips down from your sex all the way down your thighs.

“We did it with protection a lot ~We always followed the rules of our agreement…”

Hands dive between you two, Cater’s eyes never leaving yours as he works to get his pants off while his hands try to unbutton yours as well. You smile and meet him halfway again, taking your own bottoms off and tossing them carelessly to the side as you both are left in nothing but your underwear.

“Every time we did it--you always looked like you wanted to do something else--”

Cater takes the chance of you biting your lower lip to go a bit faster, the tip of his cock rubbing against you at a faster speed as he changed position quickly and hooked your knees over his elbows.

“And at first---at first I thought it was just you getting bored…”

He gasps when two of your fingers press right at the tip of his cock, the way he was moving his hips allowing it to rub comfortably against the padding of your fingers as you gently cooed at the precum gathering there.

“But one time I was able to see it. See what you really wanted--!”

His own hand makes his way in between the mess of hips and stuttered movements, his fingers tracing a familiar pattern up and down your sex as he feels you pull him out of his boxers and start to pump in rhythm.

“If...If you cum after me...I’ll let you cum inside...”

It’s starting to get hotter, Cater feels like he can see his own breath fogging up his vision.

“Count it as reward…”

The coil in his stomach is tightening, your hands moving faster as his stutters with the rhythm you were setting.

“For being honest with me at least one time.”

It’s a sticky mess, the white stuff sticking to your belly and his as he rides out his orgasm against your hand and stopping altogether when the feeling gets too much. His fingers work overtime before your back arches and you give into yours as well, your toes curling for a moment before your feet hit the mattress unceremoniously.

He didn’t know where in the world that had come from or what possessed you to talk like that...but that was probably the hardest he had released in the month you two stopped interacting with one another.

Cater looks at the mess once again before moving to clean it up, stopping only when he feels a hand tug at the front of his shirt and a pair of lips meeting his all over again.

“Offer is still on the table, senpai.”

You unbutton the first few buttons of your shirt, smiling as larger hands batted yours away to continue the job.

“Please do your best to hold out longer.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twst smut #cater diamond #cater x reader #twst mc #adult section #//rushed and messy...but I bet that is what making out with Cater is like

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invisibleraven · 2 years ago

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family and friends constantly pointing out how compatible you are with each other for Rulie, please and thank you.

"Mija.." Ray starts, hesitant and halting. "There has been a request for your hand."

Julie groaned at that, but her father held up his hand. "I know my dearest one, but Baron Peters has promised a sizeable price to consider his son. I've heard he is quite comely, and full of life."

"Papi I know you mean well, but I want to marry for love, and I need more than a joyful attitude and a pretty face to do that," Julie argued.

"Well Lord Reginald is still coming to visit, so at least be polite when he gets here, even if you don't strike up a match," Ray replied. "Baron Peters is not an enemy we want to have."

A few days later, as Julie was finishing off her sonata, she saw her tia poke her head in, a conspiratorial smile on her face. "You know, I've heard that Lord Reginald is quite the music lover. Plays a few instruments even."

"Every lords son is trained at the pianoforte Tia," Julie replied with a sigh.

"Yet not every one can play the violin, mandolin, and the harpsichord beside. Maybe think about it, you could always play a few duets with him when he comes." With that Victoria turned away, leaving Julie contemplating potential musical pieces to see of she could trip this man up.

Another day, Julie was in the gardens, sketching the flora when her lady's maid Flynn brought her some refreshment.

"Very good milady. The servants have heard gossip that your future suitor is also gifted artistically, paintings of landscapes and the like," Flynn commented.

"Really," Julie said drily. "I wonder how that topic of conversation came up."

Flynn blushed and curtsied, then scurried away, leaving Julie to her garden once more, but she found she was aimlessly doodling more then sketching that afternoon and wondered if a landscape might keep her idle mind from wandering.

Julie soon grew tired of all the little titbits that her meddling household dropped to intrigue her regarding Lord Reginald. But it was Carlos that she hadn't been expecting. Carlos who was still young enough to think all matters of courtship were disgusting, and had been making fake sick noises every time he heard the words Lord Reginald in Julie's presence all week.

"Papi says that if you wed this Reginald guy, I'll get a brother. I wouldn't mind that," Carlos mused one night when they were relaxing by the fire. "To have someone who knows what it's like to lose a mother young."

"H-he lost his mother?" Julie asked, her voice full of sorrow.

"To the plague, same as us," Carlos replied. "You're supposed to marry this guy, why do I know more about him than you do?"

"I have no intention of marrying him," Julie replied. "I want to marry for love."

"And you don't think you could fall in love with him despite having so much in common?" Carlos asked. "At least get to know the guy before tossing him under the drawbridge Julie."

Julie sat and pondered that for a long time, until she was being fetched to greet the Baron Peters and his son in the great hall. Reggie did turn out to be a great deal more than comely, he was downright gorgeous with soft looking dark locks, soft little freckles dotting his high cheekbones, and eyes that reminded Julie of a meadow in springtime. He blushed rather prettily as he bowed to her, pressed a delicate kiss to her hand.

"Everyone has informed me we have much in common Lord Reginald," Julie said as he rose.

"Reggie, please milady."

"Then you may call me Julie, and we shall get to know each other, see if we prove them all right. There shall be a ball tonight, if you enjoy those."

"I do like to dance, yes, though I enjoy listening to the music more," Reggie replied, and Julie nodded in agreement.

"Well until then, how about a ride? Do you like horses?"

Reggie lit up at that, beaming, and Julie felt a quiver in her stomach at how his smile made her feel. "My- Julie, I think they may already be proven right after all."

And Julie would never admit it, but she was fairly certain he was right. Especially as they were almost late to the ball after their ride, and after an evening full of dancing, she begrudgingly took her father aside to whisper "He'll do, but if you say I told you so, you won't live to announce our engagement."

Ray mimed zipping his mouth closed, but when Julie went back into Reggie's arms for one last dance, the two of them sharing quite besotted looks, he couldn't help but give his sister in law, the one who had written to Baron Peters in the first place, a big thumbs up. Victoria tried and failed to hold back a grin, because this kingdom was in for the biggest wedding she could plan!

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms

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ssamie · 4 years ago

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ten. “greatest desire”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide, guns & cementaries

masterlist. suicide freak!

"uh hi.. i know we don't really know each other that much.." atsushi started off. the boy had a nervous smile on his face as he stiffly waves at kenma, with tanizaki and naomi by his side

"but have you seen y/n-san?" atsushi asked

"y/n? why, what happened to her?" kenma asked worriedly

atsushi, tanizaki and naomi were stood in front of nekoma's gym, trying to look for the girl, as per the president's wishes. "its been about a day since you guys went out to the arcade, right?" tanizaki chimed in "has she shown herself to you, or atleast texted any of you?"

kenma frowned as he shook his head no. he looked back at the team who were trying to act like they weren't eavesdropping.

"no.. i just assumed she was busy with work" kenma muttered

"hmm, i tried to ask ranpo-san but he's too busy" naomi chimed in as she hugged tanizaki's arm to her chest

"oya oya, sorry to barge in on the conversation-" kuroo interjected. the captain had a sly grin on his face as he walked towards the group. "but we just so happen to overhear something about our manager going missing?" kuroo mused

"yes, sorry if we're intruding" atsushi bowed

"but y/n-san went missing again, and the president ordered us to find her in under four hours" tanizaki sighed

"or else we get our asses handed to us" atsushi shuddered

kuroo and kenma gave each other a look and nodded along. "we'll try to look for her later" kuroo said "we'll let you guys know"

"thank you so much!" atsushi exclaimed with a smile "would you mind calling the agency if you find her?" he said as he handed them a piece of paper with the agency's number

"its really hard tracking her down" tanizaki says with a chuckle "when she chooses to disappear, it's like she never existed in the first place"

"anyways, we'll be on our way" atsushi excused "we've troubled you long enough"

"its no problem.." kenma muttered

naomi waved them goodbye as they walked away. the duo waving back meekly as they watch their retreating figures disappear.

"hey, you okay?" kuroo nudged his friend kenma nodded and looked down at his shoes "yeah.."

"i think i'll go look for her now" kenma muttered "eh? kenma, we could just go later" kuroo said with a raised brow

"im going. bye" kenma muttered, completely disregarding kuroo as he went straight out the door

"where's he going?" yaku asked as he peeked his head out the gym doors "he's gonna look for y/n" kuroo answered

"damn. what a simp" yamamoto sneered

"wow. that's rich coming from you."

"i swear to god.." kenma grumbled "if she ends up getting found in a ditch and i wasted all that time running around for nothing.." he scoffed

he's been running around the streets of tokyo, passing through every street and alleyway to try and look for the girl. so far he hasn't seen a single trace of her, not even a single person who has managed to pass by her.

"y/n.." kenma huffed out. he was currently by a riverbank, leaning against the metal railings of the bridge while he tried to catch his breath.

"you called?"

kenma jumped at the sudden emission of her oh-so-familiar voice, and turned around to face her "what the- y/n?! where did you come from?!" kenma shrieked out

"also, where have you been?! atsushi-kun and a bunch of people from your job came to the school today looking for you" he said

y/n chuckled and strode over to his side, jumping over the rails and sitting on the flat surface of the bars. "if i told you that the port mafia took me hostage and threatened to execute me, would you believe it?" she mused

"no."

"then i won't bother to say" she shrugged

kenma eyed her warily. her port mafia story could actually be believable, now that he thought about it. given as, her bandages were loosened and torn, almost as if they broke off with too much movement. and along with the dried blood resting upon her cheeks and hands.

"are you okay?" kenma asked worriedly

even if it was believable, it could've been just her trying to kill herself yet again. not that it was any better

"of course" she smiled "though my body is a bit sore.. chuuya really doesn't hold back"

kenma froze and slowly turned his head towards her with a blank and emotionless look on his face.

"chuuya doesn't what." kenma spat out "did you seriously disappear to hook up with that dog? that-that man child? that eyesore? that-"

"what are you talking about?" she laughed

kenma huffed and propped his elbow on the cold metal, resting his chin on his hand as he pouted

"you're really funny, kenma-kun" she mused

"really? cause im not laughing." kenma grumbled "i ran around the whole city for you, only to find out you ran off with some guy" his honey hued orbs eyed her down, watching her chuckle softly as the golden rays of the sun illuminated the surroundings around her

"y/n.." he mumbled "why did you really disappear?"

"i already told you" she replied with a sigh "the port mafia is truly a force to reckon with"

"that's why you gotta stay safe, kenma-kun" she mused "you never know who and when they'll strike next"

kenma sighed and nodded along. it was old news -- the port mafia, that is -- its been stirring up the whole city for the past few months.

"ne, kenma-kun" she called out "if we do end up dying alongside each other, i suggest we drown ourselves in this river." she said

she stared down at the flowing water, the golden colour of the setting sun reflecting off of it. "its clear and pretty, not much people are around.. its quite tranquil." she hummed

"i never really understood this.." kenma muttered "but why are you so intent on dying?"

"and i never understood you, and so many others." she replied "tell me, kenma.." she turned to face him, her bandaged hands loosely gripping the railings, as her legs and feet dangle off the ledge.

"do you really think there's any value in the act of living?"

kenma didn't answer. instead he stared at her, and her clouded eyes, each orb holding an unforgivable amount of sin and deciet that he could only imagine.

"well.. is there any value in the act of dying?" he asked back

she blinked dumbfoundedly at him, fairly shocked at his question.

"isn't there anything else you desire? life is kinda cool too yaknow?" kenma said in a sheepish tone

she stared at him a few minutes longer before averting her gaze. she chuckled and closed her eyes as the cold wind breezed past. "man fears death, and at the same time, man is drawn to death" she said

"its a singular event in one's life that no one may reverse" she hummed "and that is my greatest desire."

kenma didn't know how to reply to that, so he didn't. he simply looked down up at the setting sun, letting silence wash upon them both.

"hey kenma" she called out. kenma looked at her, curious and wary. "yes?" he asked

"wanna hang with an old friend with me?" she suggested with a soft smile

"me? won't that be intrusive though? i don't really know them.." kenma muttered nervously

"it's fine. he'd probably be happy i even talk to people my age" she said with a chuckle. she jumped off the railings and landed on the ground with a grin. she stretched her aching arms over her head and patted kenma's back.

"he's a lot like you" she mused "always saying life is worth living and all.."

"okay then.." kenma agreed reluctantly "but if i sense that person doesn't like me one bit, im leaving." he groaned out

"im pretty sure that won't happen" she chuckled sheepishly

"why are we in a cementary?" kenma grumbled

"is this where you kill us both?" he scoffed playfully "i wouldn't be surprised if you already have a hole dug for us"

she chuckled and shook her head "no, no" she mused "were just taking a small stroll" she cooed as she looked around the awfully empty surrounding "ah! there it is" she perked up "it's been so long since i went here that i almost forgot my way around"

kenma followed her as she skipped away, though he was quite confused, he didn't question her.

"hurry, kenma" she called out as she watched him struggle to walk faster "i hate you" he grumbled back, which she chose to ignore

she smiled softly as she stood infront of the oh-so-familiar grave.

"geez." she mumbled "its been so long since we hung out, odasaku"

"shame we couldn't meet at the usual place" she chuckled and sat down on the grassy ground. she leaned back on the gravestone, resting her back against it as she waited for kenma to arrive

"y/n?" on cue, kenma chimed in. he was panting slightly, most likely from running and walking around for so long "what are you doing?" kenma raised a brow at her

"kozume kenma-kun.." she called out

"yes?" he asnwered

"do you know whose grave this is?" she mused, pointing her thumb to the gravestone she was leaning on

kenma eyed the name engraved on the stone and shook his head. "no..but it's someone dear to you, right?"

"what makes you think that?" she hummed out in amusement

"i've never seen you pay visit to a grave before" kenma muttered. the pudding head hesitantly sat down infront of her, bowing at the grave before settling down on the ground.

"does it look like im visiting a grave to you?" she asked with curiosity

"it does.. why?"

she smiled softly and leaned her head back, letting it fall and her eyes to land straight at the cloudy sky "well, i thought of it as hanging out with a friend but.." she trailed off

"i guess that works too" she sighed out

kenma frowned as he watched her close her eyes. her smile faltering as a wave of comforting silence washed upon them. "im sorry" kenma muttered "i shouldn't have said anything.."

"its fine." she chuckled "its been years since he died." she smiled bitterly "i guess it's time someone snaps me out of my daydreams"

kenma didn't respond. he simply toyed with the grass on the ground and the few flowers littered around.

"yaknow, kenma" she said with a smile "you're the first person i brought here"

"me? why?" kenma asked in surprise and confusion

"because this friend of mine was a good man." she said "he told me to try and look for my reason to live."

"and i think i found it" she whispered as he looked into his eyes

kenma blinked in shock as he basked in her awfully heartwarming words.

"my reason to live is to die with you."

"of course. its gonna be about suicide again." kenma sighed dejectedly. "but y/n, if you think of me as your reason to live.. then i'll take it upon myself to keep you alive" kenma smiled at her, tucking his blond hair behind his ears as he kept his honey hued orbs trained on hers.

"kenma.." she teared up

she blinked repeatedly as she opened her mouth to speak.

"i.. I DON'T WANT THAT! I WANNA DIE WITH YOU!" she whined loudly "i already had our suicide planned! i even suggested the whole river thing a while ago!" she exclaimed

kenma deadpanned as he watched her ramble on and on about her ideal double suicide. "i really don't care." kenma groaned out "i don't want you to die." he whined "why do you keep trying to kill yourself"

"just because, okay?!"

"just for that, im gonna call your agency and hand you over" kenma sighed as he dialled the agency's number

"traitor!" she shrieked "kunikida-kun will undoubtedly beat me up" kenma ignored her as he started speaking on the phone.

"yes, she's with me.." he muttered "is she behaved?" he repeated the question as he sent her a pointed glare

"no, not really" he scoffed

"kenma, you're heartless!" she shrieked in horror

"cmon. let's atleast pay respects to your friend before we leave" kenma said with a sigh "dont worry, kenma-kun! i already thought this through" she grinned. she then pulled out a bottle of sake and a book and placed it on the ground.

"you brought him alcohol? seriously?" kenma furrowed his brows

"hey, it's two of his favourite things, okay?" she defended with a laugh

"do you know how ridiculous i looked while buying these things at the store?" she chuckled "they thought i was a madman or something!"

"i would've too" kenma answered back

"you're so mean to me, kenma" she pouted "anyways, we should go." she said as she dusted her pants and unravelled a thin layer of her torn bandages.

"i can't wait to tell you about this suicide method i learned about." she beamed. she tugged on his arm and pulled him away as she continued to blabber on his ear "apparently this one does the job right away!" she exclaimed

"can you believe it, kenma?"

"wow. crazy." he replied dryly

"yeah, and all we gotta do is shoot ourselves with these guns-"

"no."

"oh my, this almost feels like a welcome home party!" she cheered. she gave the detectives a close eyed smile while they simply stared back at her with a look of agitation and worry

"where the hell were you?!" kunikida exclaimed angrily as he tapped his foot on the ground

"the port mafia!" she answered back nonchalantly

they all perked up in surprise from her claim. "huh?! the port mafia?!"

"hai hai! but don't make a big deal about it!" she chuckled as she waved her hands dismissively

"you could've died!" kunikida exclaimed "now, now! i'd like to think of it as akutagawa-kun needing some attention that's all" she joked

"jesus christ" kunikida sighed as he adjusted his glasses "that boy could kill you and you still won't take him seriously"

"anyways, why is he here?" he asked as he pointed to kenma, who simply ignored him and avoided their eyes as he played on his phone

"oh! he's the one who found me, so i thought it'd be right for me to repay him" she smiled brightly as she squeezed kenma to her chest, all while he unbotherdly continued on with his game

"i've thought of so many fun things we could do back in my dorm, hehehe~" she chuckled mischievously as kenma's face paled. she only gripped him tighter when he tried to scurry away.

"i- i see.." kunikida stuttered out. he looked at them with wide eyes as she started squeezing him tighter while kenma tried to pry her off

"y/n, you're strangling me!" kenma huffed out "i know!" she grinned

"we'll leave you two alone then!" kenji said with his usual smile as he ushered the others away

"they're worse than tanizaki-kun and naomi-san.." atsushi shuddered "that's because she's trying to kill him" tanizaki sweat dropped

"and herself, as well" yosano sneered "go get your man!" she cheered as she sent y/n a sneaky wink

"yosano-san! don't encourage her!"

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gossip-girl-of-middleearth · 4 years ago

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A Leap of Faith (Fellowship x Reader)

This is the result of binging macha tea, Lilo and Stitch and Brooklyn 99 simultaneously. Another crackpost. Enjoy.

Pairings: Legolas x Reader—if you squint, and consider pulling on his pigtails as “romantic”, which I, personally, do. Some nice paternal! Aragorn x Reader energy going on in there too, for your comfort.

“Cartography” is the study of maps, btw.

Peering eyes and stolen glances, both riddled with skepticism and doubt—that was all to be found among Aragorn and Gandalf.

They each sat on a log, and warily observed the Fellowship as a whole. Both were situated within the dimmed forest by the glowing and flickering campfire.

Each of the eight fanatic Fellowship members before their eyes all naively gallivanted about in their usual bickering antics—nothing short of tomfoolery.

Merry and Pippin snickered loudly, as they each used their smoking pipe's spouts to press in a snoring Gimli's nostrils. He abruptly woke with a snort, and a Dwarvish shout of anger.

As Merry and Pippin each ran away with boyish giggles—a stumbling and yelling Gimli hot on their tails—Sam and Frodo were sat against the thick trunk of a tree.

The raven-haired Hobbit wistfully sighed, and spoke of the Shire, whilst Sam adamantly comforted the sentimental Ring-bearer.

Y/n and Legolas stood by the crackling fire, bickering, as usual.

The girl held out a dirty worm towards the recoiling prince, who shouted at her to stay back. Thoughts of germs and his hygiene were on the forefront of his alarmed mind.

As Y/n grinned and continued handing the wriggling, pink worm out towards a disgusted Legolas, Boromir bemusedly watched on.

"It's just a mere worm!" Y/n chuckled, eyes alight, and brows raised.

"Stop touching me! Stay back!" Legolas squealed.

He promptly brought his closed fists in close to his chest, as he trained his wild eyes on the wriggling worm.

"I'm not touching you!" Y/n childishly countered, moving the worm closer and closer towards the prince's chest.

Fanatically gesturing both hands out at Y/n, Legolas pleadingly turned to a staring Boromir, and shouted in alarm.

"She's touching me! She's TOUCHING me!"

"I'm not touching you!" Y/n laughed, waggling the worm back and forth.

"AH! TOUCHING ME!" Legolas yelped in alarm, pointing one finger, held above the worm, down in gesture.

"NOT touching!" Y/n corrected in a taunting tone.

"TOUCHING ME!" Legolas adamantly replied.

"It's free air!" Y/n countered, throwing the wriggling worm at a gasping Legolas' chest.

The prince frantically swiped at his tunic with both hands, before he snapped his enraged eyes back to Y/n. He then took to chasing after her with a large stick—promptly leaving behind a guffawing Boromir.

Aragorn and Gandalf both winced their eyes, and curled their lips in disdain.

These were the comrades they were tasked with to the save the world? They might've quit and let Sauron win right then and there, just to save the headaches alone.

"It is as apparent as the hidden conditioner within Legolas' satchel," Gandalf began to muse, capturing Aragorn's idle attention, "that not all among us, though I'd much prefer to believe otherwise, can be trusted on this journey."

With a prolonged sigh past his nose, Aragorn lowered the spout of his wooden smoking pipe from his mouth, and responded. As he did so, he continuously dragged his wearied eyes along each and every member of the Fellowship—each one now a suspect.

"You are worried one of them will try to take the Ring," Aragorn lulled, his voice more knowing than curious.

"Worried? Indeed," Gandalf drew out, paying particular attention to Boromir. "I cannot dismiss the warning in my heart, or that of Elrond's."

As Aragorn slowly ran his calculating eyes along the Fellowship, paying particular attention to his apprentice, Y/n (of whom still cackled loudly with a fleeing Merry and Pippin—both an angry Elf and Dwarf hot on their tails, as they ran rings around the fire) he took a moment to respond.

"What would you have me do?"

Inhaling in a wearied manner, Gandalf lowly spoke. He threw a heedful glance down at the ranger sat beside him, who in turn met his urging stare.

"We are to conduct an investigation," Gandalf began to declare. “In my stead, you shall thoroughly examine each and every member."

"Every member?" Aragorn repeated, raising his brows, before his conflicted gaze ran on over towards Y/n.

Catching the ranger's torn visage and trusting eyes, as he studied his younger cartography apprentice, Gandalf flickered his own attention on over towards Y/n.

She was now barricading herself behind a log with Merry and Pippin, laughing, as she and the two Hobbits threw worm after worm at a shouting Legolas and Gimli.

"Well..." Gandalf lulled in amusement, "perhaps not all are to be investigated."

"Perhaps not all, indeed," Aragorn gently smiled, huffing in amusement, as he studied the girl's questionable antics.

Slowly studying Pippin next, who bore similar qualities to the chuckling girl sat beside him, Aragorn quirked a brow up in Gandalf's direction, and spoke in a slightly bemused tone.

"If we are following that logic, then Pippin, too, should be exempt from the investigation."

"No, absolutely not. I want him thoroughly investigated. In fact, examine him first."

A few grueling weeks had passed the Fellowship by, and a few more taxing days afterwards had since also passed. This was all following the harrowing ordeal within the Mines of Moria, of course.

Gandalf was now gone, which left a wearied Aragorn alone to conduct the investigation.

As the Fellowship trekked in a silent line through the thick, mossy forest, Aragorn spotted a small clearing up ahead.

The meadow in question allowed sunlight to finally stream down in open rays—a much needed privilege for the wearied Fellowship.

It was also the perfect location to thoroughly examine each and every member of the Fellowship.

After Aragorn had pushed the Fellowship a little further, so that they all emerged into the grassy, wild flower-strewn clearing, he had called for them all to stop and take a rest.

In response, Boromir and Gimli seized the chance to light a small fire, and prepare a stew.

As the Hobbits all collapsed onto the ground in a sighing heap—relieved to grant their shorter legs a break—Y/n, too, made a move to join them on the floor.

"Not you, Y/n," Aragorn gently instructed, inspecting his sword within the glinting sunlight.

Sharing a glance with the Hobbits, Y/n knitted her brows. She nonetheless obediently rose once more, and walker across the grass to meet with the ranger—her teacher.

"You're in trouble..." Legolas teasingly sung out.

"I know where you sleep at night," Y/n, in turn, sung back, mimicking his melodic tune.

As she strutted by the Elf, whose face contorted in fear, she steadily made her way on over towards Aragorn.

"What is it?" Y/n questioned him. She now stood a few yards away from the rest of the curious Fellowship.

Sheathing his sword, Aragorn placed a hand in the small of Y/n's back. She was the only person there he trusted above all else, as he and her had stood the test of time together—the ranger having been training the young cartographer since she were merely ten.

With their backs now turned to the indiscreetly glancing Fellowship behind, Aragorn quietly spoke to Y/n.

"It has come to my attention that someone within our company is not to be trusted with the Ring," he warily began, paying a skeptical glance backwards at the seven curious members. “They could be leaking information to Sauron. The entire Fellowship is under investigation."

Knitting her brows, Y/n lightly recoiled her head, responding. "That's ludicrous! No one here is a traitor!"

"Do not take this the wrong way," Aragorn began in a wince, half over what he had to say, and half over the girl's louder than necessary voice, "but you are a cartographer...what makes you so sure of their intent?"

"Ah!" Y/n started, holding up one finger. “But it is BECAUSE I am a cartographer that I am so sure!"

Knitting his brows dubiously, Aragorn took a moment to respond. He was quite used to her antics.

"I don't like where this is going—"

"You see," Y/n interjected brightly, "because I am good at reading maps—”

"Please don't finish that sentence-"

"I know how to find my way into someone's heart!" she finished, drawing a love-heart with her fingers.

Aragorn winced his eyes shut, taking in a deep breath.

Studying his mannerisms, Y/n pressed on—panning and open hand out behind her at every Fellowship member.

"Look, what I'm trying to say," she began defending herself and her friends, "is that I know these gentlemen—I know everything about them."

Seizing the moment to teach his apprentice a valuable lesson in the ways of being a survivalist ranger, Aragorn threw on his lecturing face—one she knew all too well.

"Well, you're a poor ranger if you don't think that people can surprise you," Aragorn tutored.

"Not these people!" Y/n affirmed.

Finding that Aragorn merely, and rather doubtfully, quirked a brow, Y/n tutted her tongue. She turned to the side, so that she once again faced the Fellowship.

They, in turn, quickly averted their eyes—some striking up lazy conversations, and others idly whistling.

"Here, watch this," Y/n started again, scanning her eyes along the Fellowship, causing Aragorn to do the same. “I know what EVERYONE is going to do tonight."

As the Fellowship warily glanced between each other—concerned over their nightly antics being exposed aloud—Y/n began gesturing towards each and every member, demonstrating that she indeed did know her friends quite well.

"Frodo is going to go to sleep early, so that he can wake up first," Y/n began rattling off, raising her brows at a gulping Frodo. “Simply because he enjoys having five minutes alone."

As Frodo lolled his head from side to side, considering her words—ultimately deciding that she was correct with a hum—Y/n pointed at Sam, promptly continuing on.

"Sam is going to count each strand of rosemary within his herb container, as a way to fall asleep," she pressed on, earning a slow nod of concord from Sam. “Reminds him of home.”

Dragging her hand across to Merry and Pippin, Y/n spoke again.

"Merry and Pippin are going to whisper weird things into Gimli's ears, because they're trying to subliminally teach him to give them both piggyback rides—”

"I'm sorry, what?" Gimli interjected. He snapped his glare across at a sheepish Merry and Pippin, who each rubbed a hand at the back of their necks.

"AND Gimli will say he's going to take the nightwatch, but promptly fall asleep," Y/n pressed on, dragging her pointed finger away from Gimli to land on a very wary Legolas.

"Legolas is going to sneak off, and crack open his conditioner he thinks we all don't know about," Y/n exposed, causing the prince's gaze to widen. “And then he's going to douse all his locks in it to collect moisture overnight."

Humming in begrudging agreement, Legolas flickered his gaze up towards the sky in loving thought of his fragrant conditioner—nodding his head once in admittance.

"That is correct," Legolas shamelessly confessed.

As Boromir stoked the fire, he began lifting a silver pot of stew from the ground, so that he could place it over the fire on the suspended wooden spit.

"AND," Y/n brightly began in conclusion, pointing at a preoccupied Boromir, "if I run, and leap at Boromir, he will most certainly catch me in his arms."

Before anyone within the temporary camp could comprehend the girl's words, she had immediately begun sprinting on over towards Boromir, who still held the pot of soup in his hands.

"COMING IN!" Y/n hastily announced, darting towards an alarmed Boromir with fast movements.

"NO, I'M HOLDING THE STEW—”

With a crash and a clatter of the stew falling to the grass, Y/n had promptly leapt from the ground, and landed in Boromir’s arms, bridal-style.

Grinning, as Boromir stumbled backwards, Y/n sent her beam on over towards Aragorn.

"See?” Y/n began in glee. “I told you! I know each and EVERY member inside and out!"

As Aragorn bit down on his lower lip, Y/n patted Boromir on the chest thrice.

"Nothing to worry about at all! This Fellowship is legitimate!"

Promptly scurrying out from Boromir's arms, like a skittish cat, Y/n met the ground below again with a soft thud. She dusted off her hands, ignoring the sighs from her mentor.

Possessing all the confidence in the world, Y/n placed her hands on her hips and spoke one more time.

"We're going to be just fine!"

If only her words remained true.

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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honestly i could talk w band!hobi abt numbers all day, like i wouldn't even mind. what are ur thoughts on 27 hobi? i think they a bad bitch. also UM might i request a drabble abt like a film major! yn (that is very enthusiastic abt films and the aesthetics + cinematography and whatnot) w like,,, a theatre kid?? any of ot7 works fine and it's all good if u can't or don't want to! thankyouu 💜

muse of mine

pairing: namjoon x y/n

wordcount: 4k

glimpse: namjoon’s always been a little sensitive to feedback whether it’s positive or negative, y/n’s an endearing type of talker, and smuggled snacks to the theater haven’t ever tasted this sweet :D // gif from pinterest!

notes: i kinda switched it up a lil bit and made them more established in their respective fields bc my mind went berserk on this concept!!! also this is mayhaps my oNLY piece that’s just pure fluff

“27? The number? Hmm. That sounds... sexy.” - band!hobi

this been’s bugging you for the past half hour

this whole experience feels oddly familiar

you’ve been in this theater for half an hour so far to watch this play!!

lmao ur gonna admit RIGHT off the bat that theatre’s definitely not it for you

your slight unfondness for it is deeply-rooted back to university and for four years, you’ve consistently taken dumps on theatre kids even if it’s under your breath

alright it’s possible that you don’t hATE the actual people ( only some of them ;D ) themselves but rather this whole type of cockiness and the “i’m a direct descendant of shakespeare himself. trust me bro. on god” energy that they always seem to exhude

but realistically, maybe this deep-rooted hate stemmed from seokjin

he was the guy you’d share the exact same elective class with him for two straight whole semesters and you’ve been seatmates from time to time

homie took foreign language as an elective?????

the language is korean?????????????????

“wait b-but i — aren’t you — n-no but i really???”

that’s what you first sputtered to him in realization when he took his seat beside you

the two of you have only ever shown each other notes bc the other was dozing off and the occasional sharing of gummy bears that’s already pre-opened to not make any noise

but for some reason, it’s only dawned in you why seokjin’s a god in this class and he answers your questions without even looking at his notes by hALFWAY through the whole semester of foreign language

one day, u are gonna find a way to bodyslam yourself and never recover from it ever again

“mhmm. don’t sweat it, sweetheart. i personally think it’s very don quixote of me to y’know, take something as impractical and amusing as this.”

you snort at his choice of words because honestly!! you barely remember don quixote and jin’s use of it as an adjective jigs up a refresher course on your brain

who was he again??

was he the donkey

.. or are you thinking about shrek again because of your film analysis

you sWEAR there was a donkey in that story

it’s good fun to talk with jin even if he keeps sliding bourgeoisie words here and there and you’re a lil confused with all these references that he makes but that’s okay !!!

atleast even him saying it in a long-winded way that he was like someone from the merchant of somewhere, you know now that he pretty-pleased and charmed his way to the registrar for him to take korean as an elective

...

two weeks later, jin sits next to you in class

in ACTUAL non-elective, non-native language he already speaks class

now that you’re squinting a bit more, jin does look a little uh?? different

his hair that was once a hybrid of lavender and peach and pink and then blonde was now wholly black and it’s probably his original hair color because it matches with those eyebrows of his!!!

his combo of a black bomber jacket with a silk button-up underneath honestly SLAPS and it makes you forget how he used to exclusively wear only knitted shirts and argyle-patterned cardigans

you have ur jaw dropped because you totally would’ve fallen for seokjin jAW-FIRST

— if only he didn’t strike you as the brother type when he smacked the back of your head because you were falling asleep on class again and uhhh you mUst be forgetting that the two of you were sitting in front

you had no time to reevaluate whether you should develop a crush for him or not

he’s immediately slapping his hands on his knees, looking at you so intensely before pointing a finger at you with so much conviction, and then scoffing to himself

“switched majors to film. theatre was gonna be the death of me!!! y/n, if you even think about trying to switch to that cheap, amazon-ordered quill and tanning lights for stage lighting major, you’re absolutely dEAD to me-”

you’ve never had a conversation this striking nor long with jin but you genuinely have no complaints at all

seokjin talks pure shit about theatre and theatre junkies and everything in between for the WHOLE day

trails beside you for every single class you had, which was convenient because he can then sweet-talk his way again (if anybody even dared to question him) that he’s just newly-switched

sat with you for lunch and him not eating because he just needS to tell you all about it and you trying not to choke on your pasta as you try to reply to him

followed you back hOME and decided to crash the night there

yeah, that. your unfondness for theatre’s rooted on that one

uh-huh safe to say that you’ve become best friends with jin ever since that day

you’re a sponge for your friends and jin’s the closest one you have, so it was only natural that you soak up his distastes and whatnot

not to brag but aha :D

you add salt to the water while you boil pasta so u may be a little bit of a masterchef or somewhat, no big deal :D

he’s absorbed your fascination for all kinds of lights and fixtures that he has about seven different nightlights in the form of squishies or neon and everything else on his bedside table, in which he turns all of them on at night

fun fact: he’s capable of sleeping in the dark

jin’s the whole reason for your stance on this

he’s adamant about his points and you’ve graduated uni four years ago!!!

which is why you DON’T get why jin would give you a scented black envelope, with “don’t come to this” scribbled in gold at the front, carrying a single ticket to this play with a sticky note saying “don’t watch this at 7 pm, wearing your boss lady year-end award show type of clothes, sitting at the ninth row from the back and two seats from your right.”

because of course!! what the hell did he expect you to do? NOT come to this play at 7 pm wearing your boss lady year-end award show type of clothes then sitting at the ninth row from the back, two seats from the right???

OF COURSE YOU WOULD

your goal in life is to do exactly the opposite of what jin tells you. there’s literally nothing else in life you’d want to fulfill

he’s made it quite easy for you to spite him and although you wouldn’t admit it.,,.,., you may be a little petty ok

he’s the even bigger goof out of the two of you and you can never have the final say!! it’s always him and his wit and yOU being the dunce

it’s a lil sus that jin’s basically ASKING for it with his instructions but whatever

whatever it is, this is finally your chance to enact the final say and you’re gonna pull ALL the stops

all you know about theater-goers is that they dress fancy and wear these mini binoculars and that’s about it

there’s not even one film you know that you see anyone in the audience wearing a worn-in cardigan or even a puffer jacket even if the theater’s mad cold

all the people bring are scarves and shawls???? thee thinnest version of a blanket that won’t warm them up against the frigid airconditioning

that whole dress code sounds ridiculous!!! great please ring out this thousand-dollar dress im gonna wear to the theater thank u

you’re a little worried that you’re not gonna blend into the crowd, but after some digging about the invitation, formal wear is most definitely recommended

it’s an exclusive invite-only play which would be later released to the general public later on so yeah the situation dOES call for a gown thank u very much

also how could you forget that jin explicitly told you not to wear this type of attire

if you’re being humble right now, which you always normally are, even if that jUST sounded boastful talking about how you’re humble all the time —

you do look pretty breath-taking :-)

even when the doors weren’t opened and everyone’s just collectively loitering outside the hall, you’d feel glances at you

the sweet security guard did a double-take at you and mumbled a “very very nice evening to you, miss :D” instead of his normal “enjoy the show!” to the other patrons before you

you’re gonna soak all the silent compliments up and try to remember all of them before writing them on your journal later hee-hee

your midnight blue satin dress that’s floor-length and off-shoulder is dEFINITELY in your favor :D

your dress still glimmers even if the spotlight isn’t on you and you wish you weren’t shy to ask a random stranger to take a picture of you

going on self-timer isn’t ideal either when there’s like a hundred other people in the room

they probably wouldn’t even care if you took a picture of yourself!!! but in your head they probably think that you’re laughable so you’d rather not.. do that

the theater’s dark as hell if that wasn’t established

it is literally pitch black in the room and the ushers at each row holding the flashlights that are meant to guide the patrons aren’t exactly helpful

big kudos to them though,, must take a lot of self-control to not wave their lights like it was a rave :D

a flashlight tHAT bright?? whew pls is this what ships feel in the night

the last time you were in a rave, your thirty minutes of fun was cut short when seokjin immediately got hammered and wouldn’t stop throwing a fit if you didn’t drive him home that instant

his energy seemed to compelling everyone that he’s managed to somehow suck the energy out of a WHOLE rave so you took him home for everyone’s enjoyment :(((( except yours apparently

you’re trying hard to focus on the play that’s happening because for the past twenty minutes, all you’ve done is zone out randomly with ideas all of a sudden

you NEED to listen

....

uh-huh...

UH-HUH......

wait this is actually.. good

you find plays hard to follow and absolutely boring when you don’t immerse yourself in a run-down PRIOR to watching it in order to get

it’s the same analogy as reading the plot of a movie on wikipedia before watching the movie at the cinema.... absolutely useless

it sucks out the fun from something you weren’t supposed to know

watching plays is two hours of you being confused, going home to read the plot and only understand it by tHEN, and never coming to the theater again because you’d waste your money.... watching something cluelessly in the theater..... for a plot you’d grasp at home

but no

because this one

actually this one that you’re watching...

it’s not bad

it’s nice, actually.

within two minutes, you managed to grasp that it’s a story about a never-ending spring between these two lovers

there’s something about the whole setting of it actually that just sucks you in

in some plays, the outfits would seem so forced even in the given context that it reminds you of uh a particular superhero movie

and yes ur aware that stage makeup has to be enhanced so that people all the way to the back row would see

but there’s just something in this scene that’s laid out right-now that actually gets you in awe

it’s of the couple in the back of their pick-up truck and everything about it seems so natural

the background straight up looks like what it’d be if you were to go outside

the guy’s arm around her shoulder seems so natural and in nature that it doesn’t feel like a random cue in the script

the girl twinkles and it doesn’t even feel like a forced type of laugh you’d cue in attempt to warm the audience’s hearts

it’s of a plot where the the guy eventually falls out of love with the girl, while girl gets even more smitten with the guy at the same time

it’s what you take from the past ten minutes that you watch in dead silence, and you don’t even remember in the back of your head that you’re supposed to hate plays

“no way.”

you mumble in disbelief under your breath, head shaking profusely

is your mind playing tricks on you???

you’ve got too used to seokjin sitting beside you that you immediately turn to your right, whispering out your concerns

“is it just me or is she wearing a different shade of pink?”

you don’t even buffer for one second when you ask the stranger beside you

you’re so concerned that you’re looking at him intently while waiting for his answer that could either console or despair you, a random theater-goer that’s too noisy with her questions for her own good

it’s absolutely dARK as fuck in the theater but after awhile your eyes adjusted slightly

and the first thing you look at after the stage is him

him as in the dude in your right that you just asked all of a sudden

you could only see his silhouette and the faintest features of his face along with his well-dressed suit but god

... you are totally not lying if you say that even the barest silhouette of him doesn’t look handsome

you’re expecting him to tell you off for being so noisy but instead, he’s the one who takes you by surprise

“how did you notice that?”

“oh my god!” you exclaim almost too loudly that you yourself even jolts, the guy even making you duck with him slightly for a brief second, “im sO sorry!! am i accidentally spoiling it out for you?”

the guy blinks twice, lips slightly parted before shaking his head no

“no, no... this is the first screening — i mean uh, how would you know that?”

oh boy

you’re adjusting yourself on your seat, bum now warm as you try to explain and not be nervous because what if you just made a wrong assumption about this play and you’re sitting next to a goddamn tHEATRE BUFF???

“well i —uh, uhm what’s your name?” you’re flustered and the FIRST thing you ask is what was his name.,.,,

he seems equally as flustered before he adjusts his glasses, “o-oh uhm i’m namjoon...?”

alright! handsome guy is namjoon!

“you see, namjoon — okay it might just be in my head, but i tHINK it looks deeper with the light somehow. but uh...? the spotlight’s not following her and — is it just me or without the light, her sweater looks brown?”

you’re squinting and if u squint even more, maybe your contacts would just crumple by then

hold on a second

“brown, like — oh my gOD LIKE-”

namjoon puts a hand over his mouth before you could even gasp, hand reaching out for your forearm even before you manage to grasp his shoulder to take it in realization

was it under your nose the whole time??

“... fall.”

holy fucking shit

namjoon looks positively euphoric looking at your face of realization, his once-heavy chest about the whole scene becoming completely devoid of weight

“exactly!!”

his confirmation makes you inwardly squeal, grinning as you point at him and the stage back and forth

“i think this is the first play i’ve become ever interested in watching.”

okay what now

his ears perk up at that, your first sentence that you’ve said after your pink sweater that looks like spring also looks brown like fall in certain scene because of the lighting realization

“it is?”

he takes the chance to look at you as best as he could, trying to play his squinting as cool as he can

namjoon’s far sighted and the glasses he’s wearing are nOT up to date with his current grade bc he’s pretty sure his eyesight’s worsened the past month

he can’t make you out wholly, but he does know that you’re pretty

his eyes don’t linger on you because of the snacks you’re fishing from your purse while you talk that are absolutely illegal in this theater house lmao

but instead, his gaze lingers on you because you’re so pretty

the minimal light that’s bouncing off the stage is enough for him to see a faint outline of your features, highlighting your smiles just right and your dress to glint underneath

“mhmm. i actually hate plays,” suddenly, you’re not scared if namjoon happens to be some sort of theatre buff and you’re offending him because honestly, you feel at ease. “crunch?” you’re holding out the mini bar of chocolate out to him, one he politely declines to because his eyes are bulging out the next second

“you do????”

his genuine reaction indulges you, making you grin ultimately that you put off eating snacks for now to focus on him

“yeah! this is my hate outfit :D”

namjoon giggles as if it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard

you automatically scoot closer because this time, it’s yOUR turn to shush him

this is totally for just the reason of talking more discreetly and not distracting anyone and is totally not an excuse to be closer to the next guy and touch shoulders with him then get a whiff of cologne because it’s rare for a guy to be handsome and aLSO smell good

your eyes get used to the darkness and eventually, you could make out features of namjoon beside you

he has the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen

and the way he looks at you makes you feel safe and even your height difference is visible with how probably lonG his torso is compared to yours, his gaze doesn’t make you feel small

namjoon’s still (unsurprisingly) far-sighted and ur so close that he’s a lil cross-eyed

fuck it he’s gonna go to ophthalmologist FIRST thing in the morning tomorrow

“then why are you here?”

“my friend seokjin,” you lean back upon realizing the original reason why you’re here, the situation being so ironic that you puff out a smile

your friend’s named seokjin?

cool :D kim seokjin is namjoon’s of his favorite directors eVER!!

second best for him actually though.,., no one could quite compare to his first

your explanation makes him cackle several times, a swell of pride recounting why you hate (it’ll be past tense probably after this one) theatre

“what about you?”

you turn the question to him, making his dimples disappear effectively that you think you’ve just spooked him

“i uh, well i always wanted to see a story that went like this, so i’m here.”

“you’re a critic? oh god. please don’t tell me you heard all my mumbles.”

no this is even WORSE

namjoon’s not a theatre buff

HE’S A CRITIC????????????

god im coming up

“don’t worry, i also think that the drapings must probably be dirty.”

he breaks out into a smile recounting how you were talking to yourself earlier, a snort escaping him involuntarily

“RIGHT??? it’s like how do you even clean them?? do they fit in washing machines or-”

my god he’s such a nice guy!!!

in fact, he’s everything you want in a guy

you’ve went through atleast twelve facets of emotions for the past hour and you’re not even dating!!!!!!!

“my thoughts exactly!! and if it’s by hand, how do you even scrub the entirety of it?? or wring the water out??”

namjoon KNOWS exactly what’s up :’)

“is there even a clothesline that’d bEAR the weight??”

the two of you are so happy that you just look at each other laughing, a moment in time before namjoon nudges you to lean back because the ending’s happening

you don’t even question him how he’d know that it’s the ending and not just another opening to a new scene, just listening to him

you’re so happy

the play made you happy but namjoon made you even happier :-)

“if you are a critic, you should probably open up your review with this chatty play-hating girl beside you, then at the end, close it off with how she loves it.”

it’s the parting conversation as you realize and holy fuck you are nOT ready for it

you r gonna drag this out for as long as you could <3

......

and namjoon wants in too <3

“noted. if i was a playwright, i’d even make you the lead. which detail should i include? offering me wrapper-covered rice crispy snacks, or asking how you’d watch it while going thru the bathroom?”

this feels so natural

as natural as the couple in the play you’ve just finished watching :))

“you’re hilarious,” you’re not even the slightest bit annoyed and your restrained smile tells him all about it

yea you may have brought in snacks illegally but you aRE gathering your trash up as you’re a decent human being

namjoon wishes you’d pick up after yourself slowly, standing up from his seat as he has the plan of picking up trash that isn’t even his

“what name should i put then?”

you’re silent and oh god he thinks you found his company stupid and would definitely not give him your name

you’re not ignoring him though!!!

his words are still stuck in your head, realizing it lately with his “which detail should i include?”

“me wanting to turn this into a film, actually.”

you test the words out on your tongue, nodding to yourself after a few seconds that you seem so sure of it

“yeah. i wanna make it into a film.”

the lights turn on after being dim for so long, namjoon’s eyes going wide trying to digest what you’ve just said

“w-what?

.....

no fucking way

HOLY FUCKING SHIT SWFRWFBWRHGBRBVWRV SWBHJSDB SHJAVBHGJDS BWHRGHBSVWBGRH

namjoon’s malfunctioning as he’s looking at you from eye to eye, bottom lip trembling while he’s so keen at pointing at you

“y-you’re miss y/n!!”

....

right

oH RIGHT

he’s a fan of yours??

namjoon’s fanning his face because he’s about to literally burst into tears

how could he nOT???

how could he not be emotional when all along, he’s been talking to his number one favorite director????

you and your films are the absolute gems of his life namjoon’s not even kidding

your films were world-renowned for being so natural and sentimental without loading too much into it!!!! you’re known for being so humble through the multiple back-to-back awards and praise you get!!!!

he cannot calm the fUCK down when you’re rubbing circles on his back

“you w-want to turn my play into a film?”

oh my gOD

you’re fumbling for the envelope and it’s only nOW that you realize that it’s not from seokjin in the first place

spring day a play by kim namjoon an invite for director y/n y/l/n

“it’s you!!!!”

“no it’s YOU!!”

jin’s plan worked alright :D

he’s just FOUR rows behind you lmao

it was just two weeks ago when yoongi, the executive producer of his film that he was directing, let it slip that he was co-financing a play

he met yoongi some semesters later after he became close with you, and he’s aLSO converted yoongi into hating theatre then he fit right in to your little posse of theatre kid-hating film students

that gave jin the laugh of his laugh and yoongi was not joking at all

“no, no. i’m telling you man. it’s different! i even have the script that i’ll let you read.”

and holy shit it IS different

if you see a couple tears on the last seven pages of yoongi’s copy of spring day’s script then mind yo oWN fucking business

then two weeks later, here he is :D

jin managed to also convert you to love theatre even IF it is namjoon’s play that did all the work

( also coincidentally found you a future boyfriend because he’s tired of seeing you alone and the closest you’d get to having someone is projecting your yearning into writing the scripts for the films you’d make )

he’s also secretly co-financed the whole play along with yoongi and he’ll drop that bomb later on lmao

“and that must mean i looked like a total FOOL beside you oh my god im so sorry!!”

namjoon panics at that, about to cry when another realization hits him when he’s about to put his head on his hands

“then that means the friend who gave you the ticket was-”

SEOKJIN VBFHSBVHSFBVSFHDVBSJFV SFJVJSFVSJVSSV SSV V FS FSV SFBVRBVRSVSWVGU

he cries to your shoulder and you never expected to be hugging and consoling someone you’ve just met two hours ago, a more than fond smile on your face he takes advantage of when he sneaks in the chance to ask you

“do you mean that?”

“now why would i lie to the playwright who’s been listening to me talk shit, then theorizing, then crying for the past hour?”

it’s true though

namjoon’s seen it all

he’s still handsome as ever even when he sniffles, his dimples on display when you return his question

“now did you mean it? writing me into your play?”

why are you even ASKING

he’s the biggest fan of u

namjoon’s made notes of your work, dedicated scripts to your movies, and he’s thinking about how it’s not yet hitting you how your whole epiphany about the pink sweater turning brown on his play,,, was entirely inspired from you and your affinity for lighting in your films

he thinks it’s still a little early to kiss you on the cheek even if you’ve already hugged, instead settling on pinching your cheek with satisfaction present in all corners

“you’ve always been my muse.”

#feedback pls and thank you :D I WAS SCREAMING THE WHOLE TIME I HAVE A TEST TOMORROW I NEED TO SLEEP #namjoon #kim namjoon #namjoon imagine #namjoon imagines #namjoon oneshot #namjoon oneshots #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #namjoon au #namjoon fluff imagine #namjoon fluff imagines #namjoon fic #namjoon fics #namjoon fic recs #namjoon scenario #bts namjoon imagine

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Hey, how's everyone doing.

Ah, it is an hectic, so was the past week.

I updated Trojan Princess and now I am updating this. I hope you all will like it. ☺️

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A Tale of Ron and Hermione Chapter-3 (The preparation) The day of the Ball was pretty hectic for her as she had to do multiple works in four hours, two actually she needs other two to get ready. Not that she wants to get dressed that well, like she did for the Yule Ball in their fourth year. Well Viktor Krum was her date for that time and she had to look best for the occasion, after all turning up at the Ball with an international quidditch star was a big deal. Viktor, she sighs at the thought of her ex-boyfriend. Viktor was a gentleman at the Ball, and it was really a surprising, actually shocking thing, for every single person of Hogwarts when the bookworm Granger turned up the date of the Victor Krum. Viktor and her continued their relationship even after the Triwizard Tournament. He used to visit her during the Hogsmead visits and they used to spend the day together. It was really heart breaking for her when he sent her the break up letter, before the starting of her sixth year. Five months later she heard the news of him dating a fellow quidditch player who belongs to Italy. After that their letters became rare and she lost the contact with him. Not that she didn't had boyfriends after him. Cormac McLaggen was the person who had asked her for the Slughorn's Christmas party and then they kissed later at the party and they were in a relationship which lasted for six months. He was a prat many times to be honest and he started getting on her nerves. But she really liked him because he was a solace after her break up with Viktor and she started liking spending time with him. Then, she sighs sadly. He dumped her at his graduation day. She couldn't believe her luck that every bloody time she was the one to get dumped. Though it didn't hurt that much as much as it did before during Viktor's time. Now here she is sitting on the vacant seat, sweaty and tired with a glass of a butterbeer in her hand and watching the Hall they had prepared for the Ball. They did a good work with all of decorations, Headmaster Dumbledore was immensely impressed with the decorations and all. Even Professor McGonagall had remarked and it really made her feel proud of herself and her the members of the Council. She hoped everything goes better this evening. She had asked Ron, he told her it would be okay if she calls him by his first name, that she'll meet him near the courtyard. Her friends didn't give her that much of a hard time as much as she had expected. Lavender and Parvati were surprised but they just shrugged and let it go easily. Dean and Harry understood that she took this step because of the no one left problem. It was Seamus who had given her a hard time for it, with his teasing. She hoped that Seamus would get busy because she can face the teasing but she didn't want Ron to face it, because Seamus can be a bit heartless when he had firewhisky on. She walked towards the Gryffindor tower musing about the upcoming Ball when she heard someone call her. She turned and Ginny Weasley was walking towards her. She had her Quidditch kit on and she had her broom on her shoulder. "Hello Ginny," she greeted with a smile. "Hi," she said with a small smile, "If you're not busy, can I talk to you for a moment?". Hermione was confused as to why in the world would Ginny Weasley want to have a conversation with her. Not that they are not on good terms or something. It's just that they really didn't interacted that much to strike a friendship. Harry and Ginny are friends, she knows as both of their families are close. "Sure," said Hermione. "Well, how's your year as the President going?" Ginny asked and she can sense awkwardness in her tone. "It is well till now, though it's been only a month, I can say that the first month was hectic. Don't know what will the upcoming time will bring." She chuckled. Ginny smiled and sway her hands through her straight red hair. She cleared her throat, "So, I heard you asked my brother to be your date, is it

true?". "Yes," she said a little confused, "Didn't he tell you?" she asked. Ginny rolled her eyes. "My brother won't tell anything if you don't ask him." They both again went into that uncomfortable silence. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" Ginny asked her with her eyes a little narrowed. "No." Ginny stared at her gloved for a moment as if contemplating her words, "Why did you ask to the Ball?". Hermione frowned, "I really didn't understand what you mean by that Ginny." "You're not planning to…. embarrass him, are you?" Ginny asked seriously. What!?, she's really shocked by the accusation of Ginny, "Why do you think that?" bewildered and astonished by Ginny's accusation. "You and your groupies don't have any pranks planned for him?" Ginny asked looking suspiciously at her and Hermione didn't know from where this all is coming. "Look Ginny," she said firmly looking straight at Ginny, "I needed a date for the Ball and your brother was dateless. So, I asked him for the date, it's all simple. There is no pranks or scheme to embarrass your brother." Ginny stared at her for a minute then breathed a long sigh relaxing her shoulders. "I am sorry, it's just, you know?" Ginny shrugged her shoulders. "I understand," Hermione said, "My friends really had the bad reputation of Hogwarts' best pranksters since your twin brothers graduated." Ginny snorted, "No one matches my prats of brothers," she said with a laugh. Hermione laughed, "That is something I can agree with." "Are you done?" she asked frustratedly. "Be a little patient, will you," Parvati snapped back while applying a little lipstick on her lips and a little makeup on her face. "Why're you so fussy today?" asked Lavender, who is sitting at her bed and enjoying the eclairs Dean had bought them. Hermione was preparing early because as the president she and her date would have to be present at the Ball before anyone else. "Why can't I can go without Parvati trademark makeup?" she huffed while Parvati shot her a look with narrowed eyes, Lavender rolled her eyes. "Because Parvati won't let you go out of this until she is done with you," Lavender said while jumping from her bed, she walked and stand behind Hermione with a teasing smile on her face, "You were not like this before the Yule Ball?". Hermione glanced at her on the mirror. "Yule Ball was different," she said trailing. Lavender suddenly frowned, "And your date was an international quidditch star and this time a simple seventh year student?" Lavender said wearily. "No!" Hermione said quickly, but went quiet as soon as her voice went high realizing that what Lavender said is true. Lavender sighed, "Hermione," she said shaking her head. She bent down and kissed Hermione's top of the head and plop down on the stool placed beside Hermione. The stool was really small as Lavender's head, who is of a medium height, is reaching the hands of the seat. She took Hermione's hand in hers', "Look Hermione. My mum always used to say that people will always try to be good with you if you always try to be nice to them," she said with a smile, "Look at us, we didn't even like each other when we first met and now, we're best friends." Lavender said cheerfully. "So! my dear bookworm," she said clapping her hand on her shoulder. "Though Ron was a troublesome person during our starting year. He is a real nice guy, so be good with him and I am sure he will also try to be a good date." "Since when our deary became so wise, Parvati?" Hermione asked teasingly to Parvati who giggled and then said with mocking emotional expression, "My dear Lav is all grown up now," she said wiping the invisible tears. Lavender huffed and rolled her eyes at them but her lips are twitching on both corners. "It isn't about Ron being my date," Hermione said sighing. "It's about that he must not have any expectations." "Why?" asked Parvati, her brows furrowing. "I don't want another trail of rumours behind me again," she said sighing sadly. Lavender and Parvati flinched when they remind of the fourth year after the Yule Ball. There

are hundreds of rumours regarding Hermione and Krum. It all started because of Rita Skeeter's article in Witch Weekly, and then it was a thunderstorm of howlers and all from Bulgarian crowd and Krum's fans and many of them were unkind. "It's just a date for the Ball Hermione," said Parvati, "Don't worry, I am a respected member of the rumour mill of Hogwarts. Nothing passes me." She said proudly and they all laughed.

#romione au #romione fanfic #ron x hermione #a walk to remember #ron weasley #hermione granger #A tale of Ron and Hermione

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abyssal-memories-and-dreams · 4 years ago

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AAAhh I'm the anon that requested twst boys meeting their girlfriends family - it was so good and awesome 💕💕💕💕💕 I'm glad you enjoyed writing it. If you don't mind may I request the same for Azul, Rook and Jack please?

Hi, Luv! Likewise, I’m glad you enjoyed the first part, and I’m ecstatic to hear that you want more! Here you go, Anon! Sorry that this took so long!

Part 1 can be found here! https://twisted-wonderland-insanity.tumblr.com/post/620318557803282432/yay-new-tw-blog-can-i-ask-hqs-for-mallets-leona

Meeting their Fem! (S/O)’s Family Pt. 2 (ft. Azul Ashengrotto, Rook Hunt, and Jack Howl)

~Azul Ashengrotto~

Your father is immediately giving Azul the stink eye as soon as he walks through the door and into your home. Given his suit, his cheerful smirk, and the overall devious aura about him, it’s no wonder if any adults in your family think he’s a Mafioso.

However, Azul has a plan ready to act upon just for this occasion - he’s willing to prove to them that he’s the one for you, after all!

Like Vil, his biggest strength is his sharp tongue. Being what some consider a ‘conman,’ Azul knows how to sweeten his words to win anyone over. How do you think he got his contracts, after all?

However, he will show more compassion to your family than any of his clients. He’ll give you mother an endless amount of compliments, and even bring a gift for both of your parents as thanks for inviting him over.

Even if he finds children a bit annoying, he’s willing to play with any younger siblings that you have. Most notably, he could offer his coat and hat to them to dress up in, calling them a ‘young man’ or a ‘little lady’ if they accept.

If you have any older siblings, he’s adept to strike a civil conversation with them. It doesn’t matter what the topic is about, or his knowledge on it, Azul will listen to whatever they’re interested in if it means that they’ll like him more.

If your father tries to bombard him with questions, he’s not worried - at least, not visibly at least. On the inside, he is DEFINITELY nervous about whether or not he succeeds at winning him over, but he tries to hide it in his facade. Nonetheless, he is still very courteous during his conversation with your parents.

“Thank you Mr. and Mrs. (L/N) for inviting me to this amazing dinner tonight. It was a pleasure getting to know you all, and I hope that I can see you again in the near future. Your daughter is an amazing woman, and I hope that you’ll accept my love and consideration for her just as I do with yours.”

When the night is over, Azul has won over most of your family members. Most of them will set aside his appearance (all accept your father, go figures) and see him as a charming and sweet gentleman. This all comes at a cost of Azul’s stress and adrenaline increasing due to how much he had to do to get their favor. However, no need to worry! Jade and Floyd MAY have been looking over you two from the outside in case something went wrong.

~Rook Hunt~

Ironically enough, Rook is actually pretty excited to meet your family, wanting to know how amazing they are if they were able to bring you into the world. Just make sure that you tell your boyfriend to maybe tone it down a bit.

Spoiler alert, he forgets about this precaution, and your family is put off by his overtly cheerful behavior at first. Your father in particular feels like he’s putting a facade to hide the fact that he might not be worthy of you.

Don’t worry, though. Rook might not have a strong tongue like Vil, but he does indeed do his best to follow by example. For your sake, he will try his best to tone it down for the remainder of the night.

Yes, Rook might be a bit perturbed if any siblings you have decide to poke fun at his haircut or his personality, but will nonetheless feign ignorance to that kind of behavior. He’s a gentleman, after all, so no ruckus will be made during the dinner table.

Did I forget to mention that Rook took his daily dose of respect women juice before heading to your place? Because if I didn’t, then now you know! Like Vil, he treats all the women in your family with utter respect and compassion, and might even befriend your mother with his wellness tips and compliments.

Your father, unsurprisingly, is the most difficult person for him to please. However, unlike some people who find it annoying, Rook understands where his overprotectiveness comes from. Like himself, your father can’t help but dote on you constantly and make sure you’re alright.

Luckily for Rook, he uses his greatest strength of all to try and persuade your father - his use of pathos.

“Monsieur (L/N), it was an absolute honor meeting you tonight. Before I leave, I would like to leave an appraisal. (S/O) is mon seul vrai amour - my muse and inspiration! Her smile brightens up whatever room she is in, and I am eternally grateful that she has chosen me as her beloved partner. S'il vous plaît, Monsieur (L/N), my only hope is that I’m willing to protect her forevermore just as you have done so your entire life.”

When he leaves, your family is somewhat mixed about him. Some people find his personality as oddly charming and funny. Others, however, find Rook to be sketchy and too outlandish for you hello father dearest. But overall, he is pretty confident about tonight’s encounter and hopes to meet them again.

~Jack Howl~

Ok, let me be frank and say that your family might be intimidated and/or startled by Jack the first time they see him. With his resting scowl and enormous height, don’t be surprised when the first thing they think of him is “delinquent.”

Which is precisely why your father is immediately set on placing you guys on separate sides of the dinner table. This angers Jack to no end, seeing as though he never gave him a chance to prove himself as worthy.

Jack may not be the best for his words, but tonight he will try his best to appease your family through his actions. He has his mind set to one goal, and one goal only - making sure that your family approves of your relationship with him.

Does your mother need help setting up the table to washing the dishes after? He’ll quietly offer to do it, and if she consents, he will do so without any complaints.

With siblings, the best way to win them over is to play games with them. Despite his brute strength, he will try his best to make it easy for them just so that they can have fun. The best part about this? Any young siblings that he can carry on his shoulders will ABSOLUTELY love him if they do that! Albeit, he will have a blushing face afterward...

And then there was... your father. Oh dear King of Beasts, have mercy on his soul. As stated before, Jack’s not exactly the best at conveying his emotions through words as much as through actions, so if your dad starts to bombard him with question after question, chances are he might not even answer them all.

However, annoyed after seemingly being asked a hundred questions, he will stand up for the two of you with annoyance at your father. He can tell that his overprotectiveness is almost suffocating on you, and you deserve better than that! Most of all, he will not hesitate to say that directly at your father’s face.

“Listen, Mr. (L/N), all night long I have tried to prove myself to you because your daughter and I agreed it would be the right thing to do for our relationship. If I didn’t love (S/O), I wouldn’t have gone through this night hoping that it would be a success. Clearly, however, you don’t see that in me. And clearly, you don’t see that I’m good for (S/O)! I understand that you want what’s best for your daughter, but I also want you to see that she doesn’t want you breathing down her neck every five seconds! So please, give us a chance, if not for me, then for her!”

After that speech, all of your family is left in shock. After Jack leaves, he doesn’t know how your father reacts after. Would he be angry at your boyfriend, or unresentful? Would he question his parenting skills, or forbid you from seeing him for the next month? Whatever the case, Jack is content with what he said. Could he have been gentler with his words? Maybe. But he still said what he thought needed to be said, and he hopes that your dad takes his words into considerations.

Besides, chances are he did happen to win someone over that night. If not your mother, then perhaps your siblings.

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I envy the RP relationships your characters seem to have. I am at a loss as to how to get to that point. I enjoy the person I primarily RP with, they're very nice, and a lot of fun to hang out with. But neither of us are very creative. I get more excited about RP with other people. I don't want to hurt their feelings because they are a good friend. I don't want to end the characters' relationships either. But more and more, I find myself wanting to quit RP entirely. Just needed to vent.

I apologize for this taking a moment anon. The nature of the question caught me off guard at first and I wasn’t sure how to respond. First and foremost, I appreciate you reaching out to me and if I can provide some perspective I’ll try. I can’t promise I’ll have the answer to all your problems, or the advice for even one of them but I can suggest a couple things that may help as I’ve been in these spots myself.

I envy the RP relationships your characters seem to have. I am at a loss as to how to get to that point

My first bit of advice is to be careful about perception. It can get really easy to feel discouraged about what it seems other people have on the surface. In this case, it seems to be RP relationships but I think the first thing in understanding about my building with others is that most of my character relationship building isn’t just in character. I’m not sure that we know one another but most people, unless they’re very close to me think, I roleplay a whole lot more than I do, and in reality - my health isn’t actually super up for it and I sometimes (a lot of times) spend more time talking with my partners than I do actually role playing. I would say communicating is key, and it absolutely is but I feel its a bit deeper than that which leads me on to the next part of this which is:

Make friends - It’s important to note that RP relationships aren’t just IC - they’re OOC too and mine are built with that in mind whether it be romance, friendship, family ties, rivalries, villains. If I’m playing something deep, chances are I’ve made some kind of meaningful contact with the person on the other end of the screen. I used to roleplay in WoW and I was a stealth rogue that had connections forged entirely almost through IC save for guildmates. Did a lot of walk ups and got a /lot/ of RP back then, but precious few turned into quality friendships or dynamics that lasted or persisted when I /wasn’t/ online.

However, the ones that did stay over time were the ones where I became close with the players themselves. I have many amazing connections and roleplays now, and all of them were forged through both IC and OOC interaction. I watch movies with my RP partners, I ask them constantly about their roleplays and stories, even where I’m not involved so that the person knows that yes! I am ABOUT what ever it is they do. I talk about my roleplays s and try to find common ground for our muses.

I try my damnest to get my friends to meet one another, and invite them into new RPs I think they might be interested. I invest myself in what they do, and support what they do without me. Just like I would in any other relationship. I only know I have good RP because I’ve taken the time to make good friends, and all my partners are like…2+ year partners now. Some going on 3-5+. They do the same for me. Ultimately, establishing that meaningful contact is what is going to show you what kind of relationship your character will have with another player’s. It makes sense right? Standing to reason that if you’re investing time in what the other person is interested in, you’ll find if you guys have similar RP interests to jump on. Now, this second half seems a lot more frustrated in thinking so I’m going to try to address what I can see.

I enjoy the person I primarily RP with, they’re very nice, and a lot of fun to hang out with. But neither of us are very creative. I get more excited about RP with other people. I don’t want to hurt their feelings because they are a good friend. I don’t want to end the characters’ relationships either. But more and more, I find myself wanting to quit RP entirely.

First of all, whooo chile’ thats a lot. On a blunt note these are issues that absolutely need to be communicated but not before you actually figure out what is bothering you within the scenario. Your words strike me as someone trapped and uncertain of which direction to go, or rather, as if you know what you want to do but don’t want to lose anything else in return.

You need to figure out first, why these people excite you more than your current RP partner. What is it that they bring to the table that the other person is not? You say both of you lack creativity - but we all know that’s not true, anon. Everyone who roleplays is a creative mother fucker - so both of you are capable of generating story together - its just a matter of investment on a two way street. So the next question is - where is that liking investment?

Is the issue instead that these people supply storylines where you’re otherwise incapable or unwilling to do so with your current partner? Is it the nature of the RP they give? Is it the style of writing? Are you simply just bored because you’ve been with this person a long time? These things you need to be honest with your self about first and foremost. Even if you feel it makes you look bad - figure out what the core problem is. Then talk to the other person. It may not be an easy conversation but it is the right thing to do, and honestly the only thing to do. You got to have some insane integrity with yourself and others in roleplay and you need to be honest about what you’re looking for in an RP partnership the same way you would any other. If your goals in RP aren’t aligned, you naturally aren’t going to connect in storytelling.

Now, if you’ve a relationship going with this character of any kind - it needs to be discussed that you’re having a hard time investing in RP with them and if the relationship is romantic and /that’s/ the thing you’re urging after - it might be important to take a hard internal look about what you’re after in RP. Because the thing is you’re also not want to separate from this character bond which can easily run into territories of negligence and making an RP partner feel unsafe or unwanted and of course, no one really wants that. For themselves or anyone else. Know what you want and if those things don’t match up anymore? Be willing to let your partner go, or be willing to compromise to get what you both want, because that too is an important part of chilling with someone. Can’t be all about you.

Once you’ve figured out what you’re actually frustrated with, and what you want out of your RP, and why these other people are exciting your RP jimmies, and can self reflect - talk to your RP partner. Period. The same way you’d like to be.

The TLDR though is: Just…be invested, be honest and be a friend. Be willing to provide that meaningful contact first, and all that lovely honesty to those around you, and you’ll likely find that the RP you make will grow.

I don’t know that I’ve answered this adequately. Some of it seems self-explanatory, but self-explanatory doesn’t mean easy. It might take time for you to come to terms with what you need or want to pursue in RP. I hope you managed to find what that is.

- Theo

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Chapter 223: A Frightful Time

Snow, David, and Bobby left their hotel suite and met Major Donovan at the elevator, along with Regina, Elsa, and Leo.

"Okay...the plan is clear. We mingle during the event and spot these two," Patricia said, as she held up the photos of their targets.

"Then while we make sure they are occupied, you two will take the freight elevator down to the underground bunker beneath this hotel and liberate those down there," Regina said.

"We can use the chalice to portal them home to Storybrooke. We have Paul and Eva standing by at the hospital to receive victims and treat them," Snow replied, as they boarded the elevator. Snow's phone chimed and she smiled, as she saw the picture on it.

"Oh Charming...look at our grandbabies…" she gushed and he smiled, as she showed him the picture.

"Wow…I can't believe we have to miss Halloween with them," he said, with a touch of sadness.

"I know...Emma and Henry are going to send us plenty of pictures though. Lucy is so cute in her Wonder Woman costume," Snow gushed.

"Yeah...and Hope as the cutest tiny pirate princess. I'm sure Killian is loving this," he said, as he swiped through the photos of them.

"Okay you two...let's get this done and maybe we'll make it home in time for the Halloween party tomorrow night," Regina said, as the elevator opened up and the music filled their ears.

On the stage were models walking the runway in various of the latest fashions from the most popular designers in the world.

"Is this all there is? I've never been to a fashion show," David whispered to her. She smiled in amusement.

"You mean you don't want to watch beautiful, rail thin models walk the runway in some of the most impractical clothing imaginable all night?" she teased.

"Well, you know I'll do anything with you by my side, but yeah, this wouldn't be a first choice of mine," he said, as he put his arms around her waist.

"Besides, you are far more beautiful and captivating than any other could ever be," he promised, as she practically melted at that.

"Oh Charming...you are too good to be true sometimes," she mused.

"You're my wife and I would never want another," he assured her.

"I know...you've never had wandering eyes and the same can't be said about most men. That's why I'm so lucky," she said.

"That's my line about you," he countered, as she nuzzled her nose against his.

"Seriously you two...we are not here for leisure," Regina said.

"Then why are you bringing us champagne?" David asked, as they took the glasses from her.

"Because we're supposed to act like we are here for leisure," Regina replied.

"Well leisure to me is kissing Snow so I'd say we're making it look believable," David argued. Regina rolled her eyes and took a sip of the champagne, before wrinkling her nose.

"For a fancy event like this, you'd think they'd spring for some good champagne," she complained.

"I thought we weren't supposed to drink it," David teased, earning another withering look from the former Queen.

"If you're interested, I think I've spotted one of our targets," Leo interjected, as he and Elsa joined them and they spotted Stefan Landers.

"Okay...what's the next move?" Bobby asked.

"The next move is for you to stay with us," David answered.

"Maybe we should bait him," Snow suggested.

"How?" David asked skeptically and she tilted her head with a wince.

"Well, I can pretend to bump into him and strike up a conversation. He knows who I am, but he doesn't know that I know who he is," Snow replied.

"Too risky...I'll go instead. Capturing you would just bring out all their demons," Regina said.

"Agreed," David said, as he put his arm around her waist and they watched Regina casually approach him.

"There's the other one," Elsa said, pointing out Erin Mercer, who seemed to be overseeing the procession of models and talking with someone else, who seemed like they might be a director of some kind.

"Let's pretend that we have an interest modeling. Maybe we can bait her as well," Elsa suggested.

"That's a good idea...she might know me, but I doubt she knows you. I can hover nearby," Leo said, as they made their way over there.

"Oh my God...it's you!" a woman called, as she seemed to recognize them and it instantly made them nervous that she seemed to draw attention to them.

"I've read Henry Swan's book like a hundred times!" she gushed.

"Uh...that's nice," Snow said, trying to deflect her, but it wasn't working.

"Oh I have to get a picture…" she gushed.

"Uh no thanks...we don't…" David said, but she didn't listen and wedged herself between them, before snapping a picture with her phone.

"Okay…" Snow said, as she gently pushed her back and put her hands around David's arm. Bobby scoffed and shook his head in amusement, as something happened to catch the corner of his eye. In the doorway, in the near distance, he saw Mephisto standing there with a smug look on his face. He then disappeared, sending Bobby chasing after him.

"Oh my God...I can't wait to show this to my Mom. She is even more obsessed with your romance than me," the woman gushed.

"That's nice…" Snow said awkwardly, as she saw her son running after something.

"Charming…" she said in alarm.

"Bobby!" he called, but he didn't stop, which meant something was wrong. He took her hand and they chased after him and into the corridor outside the large event room.

"Why would he just run off like that?" Snow wondered.

"I don't know...but I'm sure he had a good reason," David replied, as he led her down the dimly lit corridor. They rounded the corner and gasped when they found their son facing Mephisto in the corridor.

"You…" David growled.

"Step away from our son," Snow hissed, as she started to reach for them.

"No…I'll have none of your interference this time," Mephisto said, as he waved his hand. Snow and David were thrust back and into an opening elevator.

"Mom! Dad!" Bobby cried, as the elevator door closed and he heard them cry out. Mephisto smirked.

"What. Did. You. Do?" he growled through clenched teeth.

"I cut the elevator cable and sent them plummeting into the basement. I do hope their chalice can save them or that won't be a pretty sight to see when they crash," he said. Bobby charged him angrily, as a sword appeared in his hand and Mephisto welcomed the fight.

~*~

Snow and David hit the wall in the elevator and cried out, as they felt the elevator drop like a rock.

"David!" Snow cried, as she reached for him. He grabbed her hand and the chalice appeared between them. A pulse of light erupted from the chalice and blasted a hole in the roof of the elevator. They used the chalice to encase themselves in a bubble and floated out of the broken elevator and into the empty shaft, hovering gently in the air. They sighed in relief and put their arms around each other.

"We need to get back to Bobby," she said.

"I know...but I think we're going to have to go down, before we find our way back up," he replied, as they gently willed the bubble to lower them little by little until they found the very bottom floor in the hotel. They made their way to solid ground and through the open passage.

They found themselves in a darkened corridor and she gripped his arm, as they walked by the light of the glowing chalice. They rounded the corner and Snow and automated lights came on, flooding the corridor with light. Snow gasped at the sight before them, as they found young women and children in cages…

~*~

"Yes…I think I have just the right one for your unique appetite. We can make the exchange tonight. The usual place," Stefan said, as he hung up the phone, just in time for someone to bump into him.

"Oh…I'm so sorry. I think I've had a bit much to drink," Regina said, as the man eyed her curiously.

"No harm done...I don't mind being bumped into when it's done by a beautiful woman," he said smoothly.

"Ah...well, then I'm not so sorry," she purred, pretending to flirt with him.

"Are you enjoying the show?" he asked.

"Oh yes...I have a healthy appreciation for fashion," she replied.

"Perhaps you'll share a toast with me then," he said, as he grabbed two more glasses of champagne from one of the servers circling the room. Regina accepted the glass and they toasted, before taking a sip.

"So...how much longer do we fake these pleasantries, Your Majesty?" Stefan asked. Regina smirked.

"Oh good...you've dropped the act. If you know what's good for you, then you'll come quietly," she said.

"I don't think so," he said, as his hands lit up with fire and her eyes widened.

"That's right...Lord Mephisto has given me many gifts," he boasted. Screams erupted in the room, as he shot flames at her. People began to panic and scatter, as Regina engaged him in battle with her own magic.

~*~

"Excuse me...someone told me that this is your event?" Elsa asked, as she approached the woman. She smiled thinly.

"It is…" she confirmed.

"Well…I was wondering…" she trailed off.

"I'm a very busy woman, so you had best spit it out already," she said.

"Well…I've always had an interest in modeling," Elsa replied.

"And you think you have what it takes?" Erin asked.

"I'm not sure...but I was hoping for an opportunity to prove myself," Elsa responded.

"Hmm…" the woman said, as she raised Elsa's chin to look at her.

"Yes...certainly beautiful and I think I may have use for someone of your talents," she replied, with a gleam in her eyes. As she said that though, they saw the fire battle erupt between Stefan and Regina across the room. Erin growled and her hands became alive with fire. Elsa was quick though and blasted her into the nearest wall with her ice powers.

"They have powers…" Elsa uttered.

"Yeah...this just got more complicated," Leo said, as he sided up to her and they went to war with Erin.

~*~

Rose held onto her husband tightly, as they rode his horse into Storybrooke. They had carriages and had even been offered car service, but they always preferred horseback as their mode of transportation. And Rose loved riding with him on his horse, with arms around him and listening to his heartbeat while resting her head on his back. The horse slowed, as they approached Aesop's Tables and her husband dismounted, before tying the animal's reins to a post. She swung her leg over to dismount and felt his hands around her waist, as he gently helped her down. She was perfectly capable of doing so on her own, but always loved that he helped her anyway. She smiled up at him and he put his arm around her, as they made their way inside the establishment.

"I didn't expect to see either of you so soon," Aesop mentioned, as he dried some glassware.

"Yes...we have a few questions in light of the events that just occurred," Fandral said.

"We know you were reluctant to talk about your past, but we think it would be helpful to learn what we could about this man named Grimm," Rose added. Aesop sighed.

"Yes…I suppose it would. I never expected a Grimm to resurface," he said.

"Then you know this man?" Fandral questioned.

"Not this one personally, but like he said, I knew his ancestors quite well. They were my apprentices," Aesop said.

"Then you were the first author?" Rose asked. He nodded.

"Long ago, Athena foresaw that there would be many authors and all who would put their own spin on each story," he began.

"She welcomed all ideas and thoughts, as well as the freedom in expression. But she wanted one true account of every story all in one place; a historical account, if you will," he explained.

"The book," Rose deduced. He nodded.

"So...she approached Merlin with her vision for a supreme author and historical book and he agreed with her vision," he said.

"They knew that not just anyone could be trusted with the power of the enchanted author pen and sought someone they could trust," he continued.

"At the time, I was a young squire, one of many, working under Homer in the ancient times. When Athena and Merlin came to him, Homer was expecting to be chosen as the author, so you can imagine everyone's shock when I was chosen instead," he said.

"Homer seems like he would have been a bit high profile and seemed a bit too cynical for some of the real stories," Rose replied.

"That was Athena's thinking exactly. Homer pleaded with the Goddess to choose him, but she chose a young author enamored with the idea of hope, true love, and happy endings," he said. They smiled at him.

"Merlin created the pen and bestowed it to me. Not long after that, Athena came to me and asked me to keep a secret book of Aphrodite's true and complete story. She explained that it had to be kept separate from the original book, even from any apprentices I took on," he continued.

"To preserve her true story in the event their curse was broken," Fandral surmised.

"Exactly and Zeus didn't want the wrong people knowing the truth or like others have attempted, they might have tried to take advantage of her and try to gain the power of the chalice," Aesop said.

"So...you mentioned this Elias Grimm's ancestors had apprenticeships with you?" Rose asked.

"Yes…the Grimm brothers, Wilhelm and Jacob. They were talented writers, but had a dismal childhood. I thought I could help inspire hope in them by hiring them on. But tales of true love winning out over evil weren't at all satisfying for them," he explained.

"They rewrote some classic tales with a more, well...gritty twist. I didn't approve at all," Aesop said.

"What happened?" Fandral asked.

"I fired them and they were furious. They went on to publish their alternate tales over the years, each generation creating their own twists to the real historical tales in the book. Elias' father wrote some particularly disturbing versions of stories we know well, those of which only maintained a small cult following, while the real versions of the triumph of true love stood the test of time," Aesop responded.

"Elias' father saw an opening when Isaac became the author, but he had little interest in sharing the spotlight with a Grimm. And we know how that ended for Isaac when Aphrodite banished him and locked him away in the hat," he continued.

"That's when Elias' father, Joseph, came to me. With the curse looming, the pen returned to me by default and since a new author was not immediately chosen, I was in possession of it at the behest of Merlin," he added.

"However, there was one thing Joseph had managed to get Isaac to do for him and that was to write a key to the Land of Untold Stories. He thought by forcing me through the door with the pen that it would nullify the pen's powers and he could take over as the author. But it didn't work and he incurred Aphrodite's wrath. She banished him from the realm and he was killed at sea soon after," Aesop said.

"That explains his hostility toward the Goddess and her charges," Fandral reasoned.

"Yes...people much prefer Snow and David's real story over any offshoots," Aesop agreed.

"So you stayed in the Land of Untold Stories?" Rose asked.

"Well, the curse hit soon after and even if I had the key, it wouldn't have worked during the duration of the curse. When it broke, the Goddess found me and said there would soon be a new author, a very young one, but one extremely worthy. She offered me a path to return to Misthaven, but I had settled into my life so I gave her the pen and she returned to Olympus," Aesop replied.

"And then Henry became the author," Rose said. He nodded.

"I had no idea that the next author would be of a chosen bloodline such as his, but I was relieved to know it was in good hands. However, it seems that Elias shares the same bitterness of those in his family that came before him," Aesop replied.

"Snow and David have been down this road with Isaac...I read all about it. Even when he got the pen, he was unable to write over their love. Elias must know that there are things he cannot change," Rose said.

"I'm sure he knows...but that won't stop him from trying to write over everything else good that he can. I don't know if getting the pen is his goal. I think he craves the fame that Henry has garnered more than anything," Aesop reasoned.

"Thank you for giving us some background to go on with him," Fandral said.

"I just hope it helps," he said, as the couple turned to leave and exited the establishment.

"We should tell Emma, Aphrodite and James about what we've learned," Fandral suggested.

"Yes...and I'm sure Aphrodite can provide even more insight with her memories restored," Rose agreed, as they mounted their horse and headed off.

~*~

"Daddy!" little Sera called, as she ran to him in her Princess costume.

"There's my little Princess, who is actually dressed like a princess today," he said, as he picked her up.

"Ready to get some candy?" he asked.

"Uh huh...and Mommy said you can have all my candy with the nuts cause I don't like nuts," Sera said, making him chuckle.

"Don't worry...between me and your brother, we'll take care of the candy with the nuts," he agreed.

"And speaking of your brother…" he said, as he saw his son come out, proudly wearing a costume that consisted of silver chainmail, though it was fashioned to only look like chainmail and was really cloth. On his son's hip was a scabbard with a wooden discord and he ran up to his father.

"A noble Knight, I see to protect his little sister," he said, as he pretended to bow.

"I'm you, Daddy," Eros replied, as his wife gave him a cheeky smile.

"No...it was all his idea. He wanted to be just like his daddy," she said, as she put her arms around him. Having someone look up to him may have been a regular occurrence for his brother, but it was something that James was still getting used to.

"You look great, buddy...and you're going to be very brave," he told him, as he hugged him. He put them both down and let them run off to play, before slipping his arms around Aphrodite's waist.

"He loves his Daddy," she gushed.

"And I love him...I loved him as my own even before I knew he actually was," he promised. She swiped a tear away.

"I know," she replied, as they shared a kiss.

"Is it time to get candy yet?" Eros called and they chuckled.

"All right...let's go get some candy," James said, as they left to go trick-or-treating.

~*~

Grimm opened the package that came in the mail and found his manuscript inside with a letter. His blood boiled, as he read yet another rejection letter from the latest publisher he had sent his book to. But, as usual, they weren't interested in any of his stories. Only the fairy tales written by Henry Nolan Charming.

"Dammit…" he cursed, as Jekyll walked into the bar.

"Rejection has a bitter sting," he mentioned.

"I guess you would know too," he agreed.

"It's quite lively in here today," Jekyll mentioned.

"Tomorrow is Halloween night and a full moon...it's bound to be a little crazy, even by United Realms standards," Grimm replied.

"If I had a pen with magical ink in it...I'd certainly be writing about the real stories of the people here and how many lives those so-called heroes have ruined," he added. That statement struck something in Jekyll and he came to a sudden revelation.

"What if...what if there was a way for you to get some magical ink?" Jekyll asked.

"There isn't...a Grimm would never be allowed to hold the author's pen by that sanctimonious Goddess on Olympus," Grimm replied. Jekyll smirked.

"What if we could create our own version on the author's pen?" the mad scientist asked.

"You can create a thousand pens, but without the right type of magical ink, it doesn't matter," Grimm replied. Jekyll continued to smirk smugly.

"Are you familiar with the magic created by the combined blood of Snow and her idiot Prince?" he asked.

"It's the blood that has cast curses and defeated evil...everyone is well aware. What is your point?" Grimm asked.

"My point is that if you were to fill a pen with their combined magical blood...you'd have blood ink at your disposal to do whatever bidding you...or we wanted," he replied. Grimm seemed intrigued but skeptical.

"Even if that were true, how do you expect to harvest blood from Snow and Charming?" he asked.

"I haven't exactly worked that out yet...but nothing has proved impossible for a brilliant mind like mine," Jekyll boasted.

"Even if we were able to fill a pen with their blood as the ink, we could only do so much before we would need more of their blood," Grimm said.

"Yes...but if we make it count, then harvesting more blood would be easier if you write the story we need," Jekyll replied.

"That's a lot of if's...but if I got a pen with that magical blood, the possibilities could be endless," Grimm agreed. Jekyll smirked.

"Yes...we could finally have everything if we had control of the narrative," he agreed.

"We'd still have the issue of the author countering whatever I write though," Grimm reminded him.

"Let him try to counter us...there are always many battles before the war is won," Jekyll said, as he finished his drink and returned to his lab.

~*~

The ground beneath them shook, as Bobby traded blows with Mephisto. The demon lashed at him with hands that had become fiery whips and Bobby dodged him with his agile speed. Mephisto cackled though, as he cornered the teen and prepared to whip him. Bobby willed a bubble around himself and the fire whip hit the bubble. Mephisto growled and pulled back, as he was unable to penetrate it.

"I'll admit, young one...you are far more formidable than I could have ever imagined," he said.

"Yeah...you do suck," Bobby quipped, making the demon growl, as he charged the boy again. Bobby dove for the floor and slid under Mephisto's legs, as he came at him. The demon growled though and caught the teen by the ankle. He dragged him back, but Bobby was ready and his entire body became lit with lightning. Mephisto cried out in pain and let him go, before slashing at him again. He stopped though and paused, as if he was hearing something. He growled and glared at the teen.

"This is your lucky night, boy...we'll call this a draw and we'll meet again soon," Mephisto hissed, as he disappeared. Bobby sighed and disappeared as well, intending to find his parents.

~*~

"Oh my God...this is horrible," Snow cried, as she moved to one of the cages and the young woman inside cowered in fear.

"It's okay...we're not going to hurt you. We're going to free you," she promised. But she screamed, as the ceiling above them melted away and David pulled her back into his arms. Erin and Stefan appeared in a display of fiery flames.

"They have Mephisto's powers too," David realized. There was a purple poof of smoke, as Regina, Elsa, and Leo appeared.

"You're not getting away so easily," Regina said, as she dodged one of their fireballs.

"We need to get these innocent people out of here," David said, as he raised the chalice and dissolved all the locks on the cages. Erin tried to shoot a fireball at one of the cages, but Elsa stopped it with a blast of ice, while Regina battled Stefan.

"We need to end this...or these children are going to get caught in the crossfire," Snow realized. David nodded, as they joined hands and willed the chalice into their weapons. They willed the power to create a sparkling orange portal behind them.

"Leo...you and Elsa get these people to Storybrooke," David said, as he charged Stefan with the Chalice sword in hand. Snow joined Regina in double teaming Erin.

"If I can get her still long enough, one chalice arrow should end her," Snow said.

"Leave that to me," Elsa said. Regina nodded.

"I'll help these little ones," Regina said, as she and Leo started ushering the youngest children to the portal.

"Eva...it's Leo. Mom and Dad opened a portal near the hospital," he said into his phone.

"Paul and I saw it. We're standing by," she replied.

"Good...here they come," Leo said, as he started filing the young women and children through the portal.

Meanwhile, Elsa blasted the floor with ice, which creeped up on Erin and froze her to the floor. She tried using her powers to melt the ice beneath her, but wasn't fast enough. Snow threaded a glowing arrow and released it. It struck her in the chest and the demon possessed woman screeched a horrible scream, as the chalice's power destroyed her in a pulse of pure white light and she dissolved into ash.

David dueled Stefan and the demon managed to get his hand around his neck, slamming the prince against the wall.

"Guess this is the end of the line for you...Prince Charming…" he hissed.

"I guess it is...for you," David said. The demon realized his mistake a second too late, as the Prince thrust his sword into the demon possessed man's gut. The white light of the chalice burned him and he exploded into ash, with him screeching as he was squelched. David took a deep breath, as Snow rushed up to him.

"Are you okay?" she asked in concern. He nodded.

"We need to find Bobby," he said. She nodded in agreement and was surprised when he appeared next to them in a puff of multi-colored smoke.

"Honey...are you okay?" Snow asked, as she hugged him tightly.

"I'm fine...Mephisto just abandoned our battle in the middle of it," he said.

"Probably because we disposed of his minions," David said, as Patricia finally made her way down to them.

"Well…I see all went fairly well here," she said.

"Yeah...for us, I guess that was fairly benign," David said.

"The rest of them will be expecting us for sure now though," Snow reasoned.

"Yes...the other battles may get even more difficult," Patricia agreed, as the seven of them made their way through the portal.

~*~

Paul and Eva mobilized the entire hospital staff and they set up an orderly system that allowed their nurses to examine the women and children quickly and push the ones that needed serious attention onto Paul and Eva. Within an hour, they had most everyone through a check up and food was now arriving from Granny's for the victims. They had set up tables in the waiting room and were now eating probably the first good meal most of them had ever had.

Snow and David watched fondly, as their children gathered around them.

"I was worried about you guys getting involved in this...but you were right. You saved so many," Emma said fondly, as they hugged her between them.

"We're just glad we can make a difference," Snow replied.

"Yeah...it's hard to accept that evil like this exists, but if we can end just some of it, then I know it's the right thing to do," David said, as they shared a tender kiss.

Once the rescued finished their meal, the Charming family saw them all off to the shelter, which was standing by with fresh beds for all and promised them all a new, prosperous life in their new home if they so wished.

~*~

"And Good morning United Realms on this most Spooktacular morning!" Le Fou greeted the broadcast that was filling the living rooms of homes all across the United Realms.

"Last night, once again, trick-or-treating was a rousing success, but tonight, the annual Halloween ball will take place at the Charming castle," Goldilocks reported.

"And once again, we'll be there to cover the event," Le Fou said, as the television in Emma's living room was turned off.

"Seriously? Who keeps giving them a press pass? It certainly cannot be my parents," Emma complained, as Killian was busy helping Hope eat her pancakes.

"Journalism is definitely dead it would seem," he agreed, as his daughter accepted another bite.

"Yeah...my parents just busted a huge human trafficking ring and rescued dozens of abused women and children. But not a blip on the morning news," she said, with an eye roll.

"Well, I guess gossiping about what we'll all be wearing tonight is far more interesting to their low information viewers," he joked.

"That's the truth...and you are a mess of syrup, little one," she mentioned, as Hope giggled.

"Yes…I think we're done," Killian said, as he put her fork down.

"Come on little girl...let's get you cleaned up and head over to see grandma and grandpa then," Emma said, as she lifted her up.

~*~

Snow mewled sleepily, as she rolled away from the sunlight coming through the curtains and snuggled against Charming. They had gotten home very late and crashed once they knew the women and children rescued were settled at the shelter.

"Morning…" David muttered and she opened her bleary eyes to gaze up at him.

"Morning, my love," she purred, as she gently kissed him.

"What we did yesterday...it feels really good," he said. She smiled.

"I know...rescuing all those young women and children and giving them a chance at a new life is amazing," she gushed.

"Yeah...and getting rid of two of the worst scourges to plague humanity was satisfying too," he agreed.

"And we may have missed trick-or-treating, but we made it home in time for the Halloween ball," she mentioned. He smiled.

"I'm glad...I don't like missing holidays with our family," he agreed, as they got up and cleaned up for the day. About the time, they made their way down into the atrium that morning, they saw their staff hard at work, preparing for the ball that evening. They also saw Emma and Killian arrive with their tiny granddaughter.

"Nana! Papa!" Hope called, as she ran toward them.

"Oh my goodness...there's our little angel," Snow cooed, as David scooped her up and they kissed her between them.

"We were going to run some errands...and I know you guys are busy, but it's easier without her," Emma said.

"Please...she can stay with us," Snow replied.

"We insist...maybe we can take a trip to the toy store," David said.

"She has a million toys already, Dad," Emma replied.

"And your point?" he asked with a shrug. She rolled her eyes.

"Okay...thanks for watching her and I'd say try not to spoil her, but we know that's not happening," Emma said, as Killian smirked in amusement and followed her out.

"Ice cream?" Hope asked.

"Yeah…let's go get ice cream," David replied.

"David...we haven't even had breakfast yet," Snow reminded him.

"Are you really saying no to ice cream for breakfast?" he asked and she smiled.

"No, I guess I'm just trying to be the responsible one here," she replied, as they got their coats.

"We're the grandparents...we can have ice cream for breakfast with our granddaughter," he said.

"You're right...let's get that ice cream, sweetheart," Snow replied, as they got her stroller and then left for Storybrooke.

~*~

Eva smiled at the little boy, as she finished her exam and sent him back to play. She and Paul had come by the shelter to conduct a few follow up exams and were relieved to find that everyone was in fairly good health. They were a bit malnourished, but that would slowly be rectified with good, consistent meals. Now, they would help the young women move forward by helping them get on their feet with the abundant resources available in their prosperous society. Archie would also being working consistently with the abused to make sure their mental health was cared for as much as their physical health.

"Well...I think everything is good here. It's about time to go get ready for the Halloween ball," Paul mentioned.

"Good...this is a happy ending. I love happy endings," Eva gushed, as she watched the children play and the young women actually smile with hope in their new environment.

~*~

David adjusted the leather jerkin on his costume and the prop on his hip, as he heard Snow come out of the bathroom.

"Well...do I make a good Padme Amidala to your Anakin Skywalker?" she asked. He smiled, as he spied her in a white battle uniform costume, from episode two, complete with a prop blaster in her hand.

"Wow...that is one sexy costume," he said.

"Back at you, handsome," she replied, as she enjoyed seeing him in the Jedi costume, complete with a prop lightsaber.

"Shall we?" he asked, as he offered his arm to her. She hooked her hand on his elbow and they made their way down to the Halloween ball. The costumes from their friends and family were impressive.

Leo and Eva were fittingly dressed as Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa, while Paul came as Han Solo, keeping with the Star Wars theme. Henry and Jacinda were dressed as Marty McFly and Jennifer from Back to the Future, while Lucy wore her Wonder Woman costume from the previous night.

Emma, Killian, and little Hope were dressed as pirates, while Summer and JJ were dressed as Black Widow and Hawkeye. Bobby also kept with the Star Wars theme, hilariously dressing as R2D2 in theme with his parent's costumes. Regina and Robin chose the superhero route, coming as Cat Woman and Batman respectively, while Elsa joined her husband in dressing like a Jedi.

They began to mingle and enjoyed seeing all the great costumes and celebrated together as a family. Aesop was serving drinks at the bar that had been set up and the music was playing, leading many to dance, including Snow and David.

"It's good to be home...we weren't gone long, but I would be content if we never have to leave it again someday," Snow said.

"Me too...and we're going to make it happen. There's a big world out there...but here has everything we know and everyone we love," David agreed. She smiled at him and they shared a kiss.

"I am really liking this costume by the way," he purred, as his hands rested on her bare midriff.

"Well, I chose it with you in mind...and I must say I'm looking forward to playing with your lightsaber later," she said sultrily.

"This?" he asked, referring to the prop on his hip.

"No...that's not the lightsaber I'm talking about," she whispered in his ear and gave him a naughty smile that made him hot all over.

"I think I need a drink," he said, as he slung his arm around her waist and she giggled, as they headed for the bar.

~*~

General Mendoza entered the secret chamber at the latest meeting place to find the other heads of the family livid and shouting at each other.

"General...is it true?" Mr. Li asked.

"I am afraid so...Ms. Mercer and Mr. Landers are dead," he reported.

"What of the merchandise?" Ms. Reeves asked. To anyone else, it would have made them sick to hear people referred to as merchandise, but this bunch had no such moral qualms.

"Freed and taken to the United Realms. The local authorities in Milan have already moved in to shut down the whole operation in Milan," he reported.

"They cannot do that! Call them off! They work for us!" Mr. Crane hissed.

"I have tried, but it would seem that we have a couple rogue FBI agents still working for Major Donovan and the military has moved in at the orders of one of the white hats in the higher ranks that I have yet to identify," he reported.

"This is unacceptable!" Mr. Powell cried.

"I agree, but the military is already destroying the tunnels below the city," Mendoza said.

"This cannot stand...these two must be made to pay!" Mr. Crane said, as he pointed at the screen, which depicted an image of Snow White and Prince Charming.

"I assume that means you're going to take them on yourself, Mr. Crane?" Mendoza asked.

"I am not the descendant of the great Ichabod Crane for nothing...and these two shall meet their match in me. The supernatural destroyed my family...and I shall destroy them," he confirmed, as he glared at the image.

~*~

"Ah...you two look like you've unwound a bit," Aesop said pleasantly, as they approached. He served a man in a mask waiting for his drink, before he went about making their drinks.

"I'd ask if you'd like to try my hard apple cider, but I know you're not a fan of apples," he said. Snow shuddered.

"No...we'll definitely pass on anything apple," she said, as she noticed the man next to them bite into an apple and something about him creeped her out so she turned away and put her arm around David, while his arm was already firmly slung around her waist.

"Pear cider it is," Aesop said, presenting them with two glasses and they took a sip.

"Mmm...now that is really good," she said, as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, like she was being watched. There was a very sudden blast of warmth on the back of her neck, which lasted less than a second, but caused her to whip around. She found that the man in the mask was gone and all that remained was the core of the apple he had been eating. She touched the back of her neck, as the feeling began to ebb away.

"Hey...you okay?" David asked, as he put his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. She smiled and looked up at him, nodding her head.

"I'm always fine in your arms," she confirmed. He smiled and kissed her passionately.

"Happy Halloween, my darling," he whispered.

Happy Halloween, my love," she whispered back, as they held each other and the celebration continued well into the night...

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