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rafesgoldrings · 1 year

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lust for life💋: omggg i’m kind of so excited for this soooo i’m thinking bestfriend!rafe and reader with these prompts:

“say, what’s that on your mind? is it me” (40)

“kiss me” (16)

“where do you want me, darling?” (25)

lastly, “does doing these kinds of things make us friends with benefits?”

congratulations on the 1k baby i’m so proud of youuu! you are such an amazing writer, i’m literally so speechless each and everytime I see your writing! <3

Kiss Me R.C

Babe I love this so much! And thank you🥺 you were one of the first people to consistently pop into my notifs and be so supportive of everything I write so thank you for that, genuinely one of the kindest people i’ve met🫶🏻😚 I adore you (also kind of changing up the wording on one of these prompts just to make it fit a bit better)

Having feelings for someone who you know doesn’t feel the same is hard enough. You have to watch them flirt with other people, watch them go on dates, live their love life with someone who’s not you. When that person is your best friend who you’ve known since childhood, one who you see all the time? It makes it way harder to deal with, he tells you the details of every date, how pretty this girl is, how he really can see a future with her, and you have to put on a supportive front and give him the best advice you can while your heart breaks. That’s exactly what’s happening with you and Rafe, you’ve been in love with him since you were younger.

He started talking to a new girl and had told you all about her, how she made him happy and they had been on a few dates. They planned for more, he really thought they could take this to the next level and start dating. You distance yourself from that point, choosing to find comfort in liquor bottles and rolled up joins. The parties you once hated going to become your new best friend over the next few weeks, Rafe was confused as to why his best friend since childhood seemingly wanted nothing to do with him anymore. Topper and Kelce tell him they’ve seen you at the parties a lot more, drinking more than you can handle and going home with whatever guy you find, and he knows something is wrong. He decides he’s going to confront you when he sees you post on your story, drunk and high off your ass while some guy grabs all over you.

You’re sitting on your couch trying to get over the terrible hangover you had. You took some medicine about an hour ago and it was finally starting to kick in, and then you hear a knock on the door. Your face scrunches in confusion because nobody was supposed to be here, but you get up and walk to the door anyway. Your heart sinks when you see it’s Rafe standing at the door and hesitantly open it.

“Can we talk?” he asks, desperation evident in his voice.

You think for a minute, knowing you need to talk to him and get it out of the way regardless of the outcome. You open your door wider and let him in, closing the door and going to sit on the couch next to him.

“What’s going on with you huh? One minute we’re best friends and the next you’re leaving me high and dry, I have to find out from Top and Kelce that you’re at all these parties getting high and drunk off your ass. You’re hooking up with all these guys and posting about it while ignoring my texts” he’s angry and that makes you angry. He’s allowed to hookup with whoever but you’re not?

“What do you care? You have what’s her fucking name, the new bitch you’re talking to. What does it matter if i’m hooking up with guys? Don’t worry about me.” you glare at him with storms in your eyes, nostrils flaring as your chest rises rapidly.

“I’m always going to worry about you! You’re my best friend a-“

“Stop, stop fucking calling me that. Please just leave” you cut him off, tears threatening to spill. He’s not meaning to, you know that, but he’s crushing your heart with each word.

“Y/N…please. Say what’s on your mind, is it me?” he has a feeling of what’s wrong. If it’s anything like he thinks then he understands. All these girls he’s with are to try and replace you, the girl he’s wanted since he first met you. He thinks there’s no way you’ll want to be with him because you’re just friends, so he keeps quiet and fills the void with girls that will never come close to you.

“I-” now or never, you take a deep breath in “I like you okay? And not just in a best friend way, I want you to talk about me the way you talk about these girls you date. I want you to feel the way about me that I feel about you. I want you to want me the same way I want you. But I know that won’t happen and it’s okay Rafe really, I g-“

“Kiss me” he pleads, eyes staring into yours full of desperation.

“What? What about that girl” you’re confused, clearly you heard him wrong.

“She’s gone, has been for weeks. Now. Kiss. Me” he places his hands on your face and grounds your thoughts.

You waste no time, crashing your lips into his. His hands move from your face to your hips, pulling you to straddle his lap. You mentally smack yourself when you realize you’re only wearing one of his t shirts and some panties, but fuck did it feel good. Instinctually, you begin grinding down agasint him, feeling his cock harden under you, and let out a small whimper. He pulls away to check if you’re okay and mutters out a small ‘fuck’ when he looks at you. Your lips are swollen, eyes black with lust and lids hooded as you whine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful baby” his hand moves to swipe at your cheek one, trailing it down your face and to your neck before gently squeezing.

“Rafe, I want you to fuck me” he almost doesn’t hear you, almost.

“Where do you want me darling?” he rests his forehead against yours, bringing his other hand the the other side of your neck to cradle it.

“My uh, you know” suddenly a wave of embarrassment flooded you. Scared you’d say the wrong thing and he’d leave realizing this was a mistake.

“Say it. Please say it” he was desperate, rolling his lips against your clothes cunt.

“In my pussy. Want you in my pussy” you whimper out, eyes fluttering closed at the friction on your clit.

You hear him mumble something before you’re suddenly being picked up and carried to your bedroom, your back softly colliding with your matters as he hovers over you. He kisses your lips gently, pulling away and just looking at you. Eyes full of lust and love as he moves to pull his top off, you give him the okay and he does the same to you, muttering about how perfect you were when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra. His head dips down to kiss your tits, taking your nipple into his mouth and circling it with his tongue before doing the same to the other.

“Rafe, please just fuck me” you needed him right now, desperate for him to make you his in every way.

He pulled your panties down and removes his pants and boxers, reaching into his pocket and grabbing a condom. He opens the packet before pulling the condom out and rolling it onto his cock, discarding the packet into the floor and lining the tip of his cock up with your dripping hole.

“Are you sure you want this baby?” he wants to make sure before he does this, you nod your head and pull him into a kiss. He pushes into you, going slow to let you adjust to his size. You let out a cry and he stops to check on you.

“I’m okay, you’re just so big. Not u-used to it” you stutter out, nails digging into his biceps. He keeps pushing into you until his cock is fully inside you, dropping his head to the crook of your neck and letting out a loud groan.

“Feel so good around my cock, so fucking tight” he doesn’t make any efforts to move until you give him the go ahead.

“You can move now, make me yours” that seems to flip a switch inside of him, he begins thrusting into you at a pace that’s not quite gentle but also not rough. You cry out in pleasure as tears slip from the corners of your eyes, his hair hanging down and brushing against your face as he keeps himself hovered over you. His strong arms are on both sides of your head, nails gripping onto his back and leaving scratch marks as he slams into you all the way over and over again.

His lips are roaming every inch of your body that they can, small moans filling the room. You feel yourself getting close to climax and pull him into a kiss that turns out more sloppy than you planned. It’s full of passion, years of unsaid feelings finally coming to the surface.

“I-oh fuck- i’m close” you break the kiss, brows scrunched together and head falling back into the mattress as your mouth falls open. The pretty sounds you’re making bring him close to the edge as well, loud grunts and groans escaping his lips as his thrusts become rougher.

“I am too baby, fuck you’re gripping me so tight” the both of you coming undone at the same time, a string of moans and curse words echoing off the walls. Your body arched as his hips faltered in movement, his lips capturing yours as your orgasms washed over you.

When the both of you managed to come down from the rush, he pulls out of you and removes the condom, discarding it in your trash can. He walks to your bathroom and grabs a cloth, wiping you off before doing the same to himself and throwing the rag in your clothes hamper.

You feel the bed dip beside you and his arms wrap around you, pulling your back to his front. Neither of you say anything, just wanting to enjoy the moment.

“So….does doing these kinds of things make us friends with benefits?” you know from his tone that he has that stupid grin on his face that he always did when teasing you. You reach your hand back and smack his head with a small laugh.

“Oh shut up” you hear him mumble a small ‘ow, it was just a question jeez’ and smile to yourself, shaking your head.

“Okay okay, if it doesn’t make us friends with benefits…that must make us boyfriend and girlfriend yeah?” you turn around so you were facing him, he had a small smirk on his face and you had a small grin on yours. Your eyes meet his and he places his forehead against yours.

“I guess it does” his face breaks out in a large smile, pulling you into another kiss. His nose nudges against yours when he pulls away, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against his chest. He finally got his girl, nothing would ever beat what he was feeling right now.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x female reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron outer banks #asks <3 #1k celebration

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mattmurdocksscars · 1 year

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Aaaah I’ve been on a flight but I just got off and is 11:51 which means I have 9 minutes left! Can I please request #109 from the prompt list w/ none other than our darling Matty, because it just seems so him: “Why are you naked?”

Also mega congratulations on 2k!!!

Here you go, love. You can interpret this as Reader either not knowing or knowing about Matt's senses. I kind of leaned towards not knowing, personally. Hope you enjoy!

Taking care of a drunk Matt Murdock was a serious feat. He didn't drink to inebriation very often but when he did? He was a force to be reckoned with.

Oh, but he's blind, how much trouble could he really get into? No. That's the devil talking and not the one who runs around in red spandex. Foggy was usually the one to take care of Matt when he got like this but seeing as they were both drunk, it fell on you and Karen.

Karen took Foggy and you assured her that you could handle Matt.

Oh, if only that were the case.

"Murdock, if you don't get in this apartment right now, I swear to God-"

"Blasphemy! You shouldn't- shouldn't take the Lord's name in vain." He yelled at you from his spot down the hall. You winced, silently apologizing to his neighbors, before walking back down the hall to grab Matt by his arm and drag him inside.

"Hey, whoa- Where are we going? Ooo everything is spinning."

You sighed and closed the door behind you.

"We're in your apartment, Matt. Can you take your shoes off or do you need help?" Matt made a face and began trying to get his shoes off on his own. An adorable attempt, but he kept missing the strings and then almost fell over when he got them.

"Alright, how about you lean against the wall and I'll take your shoes off. Okay?" With a murmured okay, he did as you asked and leaned back. You knelt in front of him and carefully removed his shoes.

"There we go. Let's get you ready for bed." You told him, standing and guiding him towards his room. Once in there, you dug through his drawers and found a pair of sweats and a hoodie and laid them out for him.

"There. Get ready for bed. I'm gonna go get you some water and aspirin." You left him there as he began to pull at his coat. Walking into his kitchen, you made sure to take your time grabbing water and aspirin. You turned back to head towards his room again and nearly dropped the glass of water. A strangled noise left you.

"Why are you naked?!" You cried out, trying your best to not stare down your best friend who you maybe sort of had a huge crush on. But it was hard when he had such a nice chest, defined abs, a v that lead to-

No! Focus! You berated yourself. Matt made a confused noise and it brought your attention back to his face which had an adorably confused puppy look.

"You said to get ready for bed."

"Yes. Did you not like the clothes I laid out for you? Wait- Do you- Do you sleep naked, Matthew?"

"Feels better on my skin." He grumbled.

"Oookay, well can you at least put on some underwear? Please?"

"Why? Do you not like what you see?" You choked and put down the water and aspirin so you could cover your face.

"Jesus Christ-"

"Blasphemy!"

"Matt, please. I am begging here. Put your clothes on." He muttered something that sounded awfully like "not how I wanted you begging." Before disappearing back into the room.

You let out another strangled noise. The view from the back was just as good as the view from the front.

"Okay, I'm decent." He tossed the word decent out like it was a curse and you couldn't help but to laugh. The whole situation was ridiculous.

Walking into his room, you saw him curled in bed with his back to you, hoodie and sweats now on. You set the water and aspirin down and walked around the bed so you could sit next to him.

"You gonna be okay?"

"'M fine." He said.

"We gonna talk about what has you so grumpy in the morning?" Matt pouted and shook his head vehemently. You sighed and stood, preparing to leave him to his mopiness. A hand on your wrist stopped you.

"Stay? Please? I'll stay on my side of the bed, I promise." Your heart broke at how small he suddenly sounded and seemed and you found yourself agreeing. You stole a pair of sweats and a shirt and changed into them quickly before climbing into bed.

"Goodnight, Matt."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

When you woke the next morning, you smiled to yourself.

He did not stay on his side of the bed.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #follower celebration #sleepover

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vodika-vibes · 3 days

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Congratulations on your 650 followers Vodika! I bring you a request. May I please have a fairy tale AU with Jango Fett. Jango is the king of Mandalore and he hires you as his son's caretaker. As you spend more time with Boba and Jango the two of you fall in love with one another and even though you are just a commoner and Jango can have any woman he wants all Jango wants is to marry you and make you his queen.

Once again congratulations Vodika! I look forward to reading all of your requests once they are finished ❤️

Cin Vhetin

Summary: After losing your well-paying career as an in-home nanny due to a lie, you’re forced to move in with your older sister just to make ends meet. You’re about to give up on ever finding another job when your sister brings you an opportunity that you can’t turn down.

Pairing: Jango Fett x F!Reader

Word Count: 2958

Prompt: Fairy Tale AU

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Alright, I've had this mostly written for days now, I just couldn't get the final section to come out right. But I'm finally happy with it! So I hope you like it!

“I’m home~”

You look up from where you’re putting the finishing touches on tonight's dinner as your sister waltzes into the kitchen, a broad grin on her face. “Welcome back,” You greet tiredly, “You’re in a good mood, Rayne.”

“Of course I am, I got to see my future husband-”

“You mean the one who doesn’t know you exist? That future husband?”

“Hush, stop raining on my parade.” She spins around the kitchen, as though she’s still a teenager and not a woman nearing forty. “Anyway, I saw my beloved. And we had a conversation.”

“Oh?”

“He asked me if I wanted two loaves of bread or if one would be enough for tonight.”

“Sis, that isn’t talking, that’s him doing his job.” You counter with a roll of your eyes, “But continue.”

“It’s a step up.” She huffs as she stops spinning and flings her arms around your shoulders in a tight hug, “But, much more importantly. I signed you up for an interview at the palace tomorrow.”

“You what?!” You spin and glare at her, “An interview for what?”

“Don’t freak out,” She says as she jabs her finger in your face, “I’m doing you a favor.”

“Rayne!”

She rolls her eyes, “As you know, King Jango now has an infant son, and he needs a skilled nanny for Prince Boba. And you, my darling baby sister, are a skilled nanny and governess.”

“Yeah, aside from the fact that I was fired from my last job.”

“Okay, so you weren’t fired because of anything you did, first of all. Those people lied about you and ruined your reputation, and this is an excellent way to repair that.” Rayne says as she places her hands on her hips, “Also, I know you’re doing your best to get a job and everyone is denying you because of the rumors, but I really think that this is the way to go.”

“If I get denied because of this lie—”

“You won’t,” Rayne reassures. “Your skill speaks for itself. And the King is rumored to be a discerning man.” She places her hands on your shoulders, “Will you go?”

You sigh, “Yeah. Okay.”

She squeals and flings her arms around you, “Oh, you won’t regret this, I know it.” Rayne releases you and claps her hands in front of her face, “Now, your interview is at the end of the day tomorrow, do you have a proper outfit to wear? I know you prefer your tunics, leggings, and boots. But do you have any skirts?”

“You know I don’t.” You say with a sigh, “I have a nice tunic and leggings that I can wear tomorrow. It’ll be fine.” Rayne opens her mouth to say something, but you cut her off, “I know you’re worried, but my clothes will be fine.”

She sighs and folds her arms, “I know, I know. I just…you’ve been so unhappy since you lost your last job. I’ve been worried.”

You make a face, “Well, the rumors weren’t kind to me, Rayne.”

“No, they weren’t.” She takes your hands and squeezes them, “I’ll leave you to your cooking, alright? I need to tend to the garden and then get cleaned up. Call me when dinner is done?”

“I always do.”

Rayne smiles at you and turns to leave the room, and then she pauses and looks at you, “Vod’ika,” you start at the familiar word falling from her lips, “Our buir’e would be proud of the woman you’ve become. I know I am.”

Your face heats and you avert your gaze, “You think so?”

“I know so.” Rayne hurries over to you and presses a light kiss to your temple. “Now, I do have to tend to the garden. Are you good?”

You smile at her, “Yeah. I’m good.” You watch as she leaves the room and then turn your attention back to the meal you’re preparing. You are so lucky that your sister is such an amazing person. You’re never going to be able to pay her back.

The next day, your sister walks you to the palace, where you join the veritable army of other women who have applied for the position. “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait?” Rayne asks as she tucks some hair out of your face, “I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure. You have better things to do than wait hours for me to finish my interview, Rayne. And I know you have some things you need to do.”

“Well, yes-”

“Don’t worry about me.” You reassure her, “I’ll be okay. I’ve done this before after all.”

Rayne sighs, “Alright. I’ll see you this evening then. I love you.”

“Love you too.” You watch as Rayne hurries into the crowd and you settle back to wait for your turn. You know it’ll be a long wait.

King of Mandalore, Jango Fett, leans back in his chair as the most recent interviewee is escorted from the room. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he tries to stem the growing migraine.

“Well, this is going splendidly,” Miles notes dryly, “Half of those women have never seen a child, and the other half would be bad fits for living in the palace.”

Jango grunts, and then drops his hand, “You heard the woman who claims that children need a firm hand?”

“Oh yes,” Miles’ smile isn’t nice, “I made a note of that.”

“How many more?”

“Just the one,” Miles replies.

“And what do we know about her?”

“She’s quite the talented nanny,” He replies, “Has been caring for children since she was a child, used to Nanny for the Kryze clan.”

Jango lifts his head, “Used to?”

“There were some allegations of inappropriate behavior. Rumors and hearsay, mostly. Though, there are quite a few notes here, from a lot of people, indicating that those rumors and allegations are nothing more than lies.”

“Shocking, someone from the Kryze family lying.”

“Hm, if only we could power your kingdom with sarcasm-” Miles counters, just as sarcastically.

“Yeah, yeah.” Jango glances at the peacefully slumbering Boba, and then looks at Miles, “Well, we might as well get this over with. Call her in.”

Miles nods, once, and leaves the room.

He’s gone for almost five minutes, though Jango knows that’s because Miles is doing his pre-screening. Something that he started after the second woman let slip that she was looking for a title and a crown.

Honestly, he’s never going to get used to these leeches. Being a member of the royal family is hardly worth all that.

He sits up when the door opens, and Miles steps into the room, looking very smug. Trailing behind him is a young woman. Her hair is neatly pulled out of her face, and her clothes are neat, but don’t hang overly loose.

And, unlike most everyone else, her gaze skips right over him to focus on Boba.

That, by itself, moves her to the top of the list.

“The last applicant, your Majesty,” Miles says with a gesture towards the young woman, and then he bows and leaves the room.

“His name is Boba,” Jango says, “He’s only a couple of weeks old.”

The corners of her lips turn down thoughtfully, “Forgive me for saying so, but having such a young baby around so many people is not safe for him.”

Jango leans back in his seat, and a small smirk plays on his lips. Negative reputation or not, his estimation of her is going higher and higher. “I haven’t been allowing anyone to hold him.”

“Well, that’s something I suppose.” She finally turns her gaze to him and offers a shallow, but respectful curtsy. “I apologize, then.”

“There’s no need for that.” Jango scans her thoughtfully. She is young, but she looks tired. And her clothes hang on her, as though she’s recently lost a lot of weight. Or the clothes used to belong to someone else. “You were looking out for my son.”

He picks up her resume and motions for her to take a seat, which she does.

“I have your resume here,” He says, “And, honestly, I have a hard time believing that you don’t already have a job. Nannying since you were a teenager. A qualified governess in your own right. You’ve nannied for some very big names over the years. The most recent being the Kryze clan.”

“That’s all accurate, yes.” She replies, though her lips tighten at the mention of her previous employers.

Jango sets the resume down on the table, “Based on your qualifications, you’re more than qualified for the job.” he says lightly, “But, understand, Boba is my only son. So I have to ask about these rumors-”

She winces and her shoulders curl in on her, “What would you like to know?”

There’s something like resigned defeat in her voice, and Jango finds himself not liking it. “What happened?”

Absently she rolls the hem of her sleeve between her fingers, “I was hired as the Nanny and Governess for Korkir Kryze three months before he was born.” She explains quietly, “I prepared the nursery, made sure that the house had everything it needed, and when he was born, I was the first one to hold him. I don’t think the Duke or the Duchess ever held him.”

“Go on.”

“I can’t remember a single instance of his parents ever being in the same room as Korkie for longer than it took for a photo op or a meal.” She continues, “When he started talking, he called me mom. The Duchess…” She trails off, “She wasn’t happy about it.” She finally says.

“They fired you.”

“And spread rumors that I was a Noble Hunter and that I tried to seduce the Duke.” She bristles slightly, “I would never. I have enough self-respect to not try and poach from another woman-”

Jango holds up a hand, “Peace.”

She quells, though she still looks very unhappy.

“What happened after you were fired?”

“I moved in with my sister, it’s where I’ve been living.”

Jango nods thoughtfully, “This position comes with a series of rooms in the palace,” He explains, you also get two days off a week, days that you can set. You will be responsible for Boba during the day when I’m working, but you’ll only need to take him in the early mornings, evenings, or at night if I’m indisposed for some reason.”

She blinks at him, “Wait, you mean-?”

He smiles, “The position is yours, we’ll work out the rest of the hard details a bit later.”

“Thank you!”

His smile widens, “Would you like to hold Boba?”

She immediately walks over to the infant and allows Jango to place him in her arms. He watches as she adjusts his weight with the ease of someone who’s been caring for children for a long time.

“Time for the grand tour,” Jango says, “Follow me please.”

You settle into your new routine with ease. King Jango is a fine father and an even better man. He never treats you as if you’re less than him, and he listens to you if you say that there’s something wrong with Boba, or if you note that something needs to be changed.

In the 6 months that you’ve worked for him, you come to realize that you’ve never been as comfortable working for a family as you do when working for the King.

And yes, there is something of a small crush there. But you would never dream of risking your job in the hopes of catching his eye.

At 6 months old, Boba can roll over in both directions, and he babbles, though he still isn’t quite at the talking stage. More importantly, he’s learned stranger anxiety. Luckily, you’re not a stranger and he reaches for you as often as he reaches for his father.

Right now, though, Boba’s asleep in his crib and you’re organizing his nursery.

It’s one of the few nights where Jango isn’t able to put Boba down for the night, though, knowing the King, he’ll pop in as soon as he’s done in his meeting.

And, true to your expectations, half an hour later the nursery door opens.

The King offers you a tired smile, and then walks over to the crib to peer down at the baby, “How was he today?”

“A little grumpy.” You reply, “But he settled around noon time.”

“That’s good.” You watch as Jango smoothes a curl off of Boba’s forehead, “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to put him down for the night.”

“It happens,” You reply lightly, you slip a couple more diapers into the drawer, and then you glance at him, “It’s been happening a lot these last couple of weeks.” You note, almost absently.

It’s an offer for him to confide in you if he wants.

Jango sighs, “It has, yes.” He falls silent for a moment, “I know I only hired you to take care of Boba, but it’d be nice to have someone to talk to. Someone who’s not involved.”

You finish folding Boba’s clothes and put them in the dresser before you turn to look at him, “I’m always happy to listen, Jango.” You make sure the baby monitor is on, and then follow him out of Boba’s nursery and into Jango’s suites.

You sink onto one of the plush couches as he offers you a glass of juice, before he sits next to you, “The Council, and Miles, are pushing me to get married.” Jango says.

“I wasn’t aware that you had a partner,” You note thoughtfully as you take a sip of the juice and set the cup on the table.

“I don’t. That’s the problem.”

“You’re the King, if you want them to stop just tell them.”

“Sadly, it doesn’t work like that. They have lists of women who might be interested in marrying me, but—” He shakes his head.

“But you’re not interested.”

“I’m not blind, I’m well aware that I could have any noblewoman that I wanted. The problem is that I don’t want any of them.”

“May I ask why not?” You ask, curious.

“Boba.”

You exhale slowly, “Okay, that’s fair.”

“Plus, I have no interest in firing you. And the last thing I want is to put you in another situation like the Kryze situation.”

“That’s kind of you, Jango. But I really shouldn’t be a consideration in this.”

“Why not? You’re basically Boba’s mother at this point.”

You laugh softly, “That’s going to get me in trouble, I know it.”

Jango leans back for a moment, his dark eyes scanning you, “I lied.”

“About?”

“Not wanting any woman specifically.” Jango clarifies, “There’s one woman I’m interested in.”

“Okay, so you should talk to her.”

“I am.”

“Oh. Oh!” Your face heats and you press your hands against your cheeks, “Me. You mean me.”

Jango chuckles softly, though there’s nothing unkind there, “I do mean you.”

“But I’m just a nanny.”

“So? My parents were farmers, it was my adoptive dad who made me King.” Jango shifts on the couch so that his knees are almost touching you, “Boba loves you. And you’ve managed to keep me sane these last six months.”

“I don’t know anything about ruling a kingdom.”

“You don’t have to, that will remain my job.” Jango’s warm fingers brush against your cheek, “Tell me you’re not interested, and I’ll never mention it again.”

You stare at him, “I just…why me?”

“Because you’re you. Because the idea of you not being in my life makes me miserable.” Jango’s fingers slide across your lips.

“People will make assumptions—”

“Let them. So long as we both know the truth,” Jango leans in, his lips hovering just over yours, “You are the one I want. The only one I want.”

A soft sigh falls from your lips, “Jango—”

You’re not able to finish your thought, as his lips catch yours in a gentle, almost chaste, kiss. Your hands come up to lightly press against his cheeks, and then one of your hands slides to card through his curls.

Jango releases a low groan, the kiss deepening as he leans you back, so you’re lying on the couch and he’s supporting his weight on his elbows. He lightly nips your lower lip and then soothes the sore spot with his tongue.

You don’t mean to release the breathy whine at the feel of his teeth against you, but you do, and Jango practically collapses on you with a deep appreciative moan.

His lips move to your throat, and you gasp when he bites down on the sensitive skin located there, intent on leaving a mark.

You know that he would keep going and that you would let him when the baby monitor releases a little noise, and you both still at the sound of Boba waking up.

He stares down at you, and you blink up at him, “I need to go get him,” You whisper.

“Yeah.” Jango kisses you one more time, “We’ll have to continue this later. If you want?”

“Well,” You smile at him shyly, “I wouldn’t say no.”

He flashes an eager, and boyish, grin. “I can’t wait,” Jango murmurs as he climbs off of you and allows you to grab the baby monitor to hurry to the nursery.

And, when Jango joins you in the nursery half an hour later and wraps himself around you to watch you take care of Boba, you’re really not surprised. Just like you’re not surprised when his arms slide tightly around your waist and he holds you tightly.

You know that it’ll be a change, being in a relationship with the King. But you find yourself excited about the change, rather than anxious.

#star wars #star wars legends #star wars au #vodika-vibes 650 event #jango fett x reader #jango x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks #fairy tale au

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henkoukazue · 1 year

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Meeting you was a Blessing...

Summary: When polar opposites meet, everything becomes chaotic. Does coexisting will be just fine…. or rather much more difficulty?? We'll never know unless…

WC: 5.0k (not quite edited tho, and this will be quiet long so ready some snacks and tissues if needed ehe~)

Type: ONESHOT

Pairings: Alhaitham x Fem!Reader (*and slight Cynari<3)

Warnings: MDNI 18+, NSFW, suggestive/explicit content, possible mentions of SH (slightly??), Trauma (reader), Panic and Anxiety Attacks, Mild Depression, (...will add some after i complete this or y'all can give me suggestions huehuehue)

Tags: Alhaitham x Fem!Reader, Fluff, Smut, Angst kinda heavy??, miscommunication?, established relationship, slow burn (unsure), arranged pairing, mutual pinning, crack!fic, marriage (at fisrt you agreed to marry him bcs of your parents and... "of his high salary and stable job" but...), whipped!Alhaitham, slightly jealous!Alhaitham??, modern au (kinda.. idk), Kaveh and the other Sumeru boys and girls cameo, exploratory ff, might be ooc on the latter (yes.... I'm talking abt Haitham here BASHAHSHASHA idk tho, not sure)

a/n: This is my first time doing something like this and idk if this'll be successful, but I'm just doing this for fun and also like a stress-reliever (abt stuffs from school & at home😭😭 ....GOSHH i hate it here /jk) lmaoo and this is kinda like a self-indulgement ff sorry abt that I guess... I hope you all will also enjoy my writing. TYSMM!!🖤💚 ouhh and also, bfr I forgot, English isn't my first language sooo~ if there's any mistakes or errors lemme know my cinnamons <3

>> and also 'here' is a dabble of their domestic life awiee enjoy!!

There was a point in your life when you fantasized about having or being in a romantic relationship with someone, but... you learned through time that love isn't the only thing in the world. You relished the freedom and independence that came with discovering yourself. A soft sigh left your lips ‘It felt like ecstasy being out of the cage,’ you mumbled. Walking down the streets of Sumeru city, you spotted your closest pals since college. There were Candace, Nilou, Dehya, and Tighnari.

Candace noticed you and waved softly, saying, 'Looky here, our bachelorette is here!' Little chuckles escaped their lips. 'Heh, what are you guys talking about and giggling there?' you pouted and hugged them behind their back. You noticed your friend Tighnari blushing, looking at his phone and you inquired, "Eyy, are you and Cyno going out now?" eyes sparkled, and the others turned to look at him. He smiled nervously, then said 'Uhh yes, we are now officially going out now, but, please don't announce it to others yet. It's pretty embarrassing,' he says, straining his eyes shut. You were surprised that they were going out now, and the girls were as well, so you guys cheered 'Congratulations!!' ' to your best friend Tighnari, gaily.

—

You and your friends now bid farewell to each other. Now alone, a sudden call from your parents came. 'Uhm, hello? Mom, Dad? ' you answered. 'Why hello our dear sweetheart, have you found a man you'll mar----' your father interrupted what your mother was about to say 'Uhh hahahaha my, don't worry about that my child.' clears throat 'How are you doing now? ' He expressed concern. You let out a sigh. 'Oh, I'm doing well and.... You no longer need to be concerned. I'm an adult now, and I have a great job, even though I'm still living in that leased apartment'. 'Ohh, I see,' your father said, before the call fell silent. 'Darling—-' you cut off the phone before your mother begins to whinge about your love life once more (if you ever have...).

When you got closer to the apartment, you noticed your friend Tighnari's flower shop, where he and his lover Cyno were all lovey-dovey, and a faint smile slipped your lips. But after a minute, you felt a sharp pain in your chest, you came to a halt and sighed heavily. 'Man... I shouldn't be feeling this,' you said as you resumed your walk.

Now that you're inside the apartment, exhausted and sluggish, you just throw yourself in bed. 'I guess I'll go visit them and consider about that marriage they're talking about, and blah blah,' you muttered, closing your eyes shut. Dawn arrived, feeling the beams of sunshine on your face, you got up and started your just-so-normal daily routine and headed to work.

After an hour of dedicating yourself to your job, you rewarded yourself with some sweets and a cup of coffee at Puspa Café, which is also pretty close to your place. Knowing you as a regular, the owner immediately listed your orders and awaits you if you ever want to add something. 'Well then, mister, I'd like to take out some of your freshly made Padisarah pudding!' you said warmly. The owner then chuckled and said, 'All right, dear, your order is on its way!' Then motioning his hands a kind-of-salute gesture.

—

While you were leaving the café, you noticed that your phone was not in your purse, and as you looked around, you observed an ashen-haired man motioning something with his hand and muttering something. 'Miss! Miss! I believe this is your phone.' …..

'Miss umm, here, your phone,' he said slowly, motioning his palm over your face. You shook your head, 'Ohh! Ahh yes, thank you very much.' you nodded modestly and bid farewell to the man. 'Yes, you're welcome,' he mumbled under his breath, watching you with his bright teal eyes motioning out of the café.

It's that time of year again, summer. Because of that one phone conversation, you decided to pay a visit to your parents' house. 'Ughh, seriously, your mother? Why can't she leave you be? You're all good now and doing great, the fu---,' Dehya exclaimed, only to be cut off by a piece of bread Nilou shoved into her mouth. 'This woman! Aish,' Nilou sighed and glaring at Dehya with an expression saying 'What? What did I do wrong?'. Candace and you both laughed..... 'Well, then, what can I do? They're old and such, I assume they're simply worried about me.' Candace and Nilou gave you a pitying glance.

You were apprehensive about your journey to your parents' house because you knew your mother would nag you all day and all night about how you didn't have a relationship. As you arrived at the front door, you were debating whether to knock or go back when your father abruptly opened the door. '..... Oh. Ohh! Dear, goodness you're here. How's the trip?' He hugged you and you just plainly stated 'Well, it's summer and I'm on a break, so I decided to pay a visit since…. It's been a long time... I suppose?' an awkward silence filled the doorway.

The only thing that broke the silence was your mother clapping her hands. 'Hey, the two of you come on over here now, and how's the trip, my darling, how about a boyfriend?' You gave her a deadpan expression, indicating that 'Please, just shut up, I'm tired!' to only earn a small chuckle from the elderly man, your father.

Sitting at the dining table, memories of the past came rushing. You recall how this home and its people made you feel horrible as a youngster, how they used to control and mistreat you. You smiled bitterly at the memory. While you didn't notice it, your father, looking at you and clenched his fist under the table and kept saying, 'I'm so sorry, my dear,' who knows how many times. Breaking the awkwardness, your mother started. 'So, would you mind if we do an arrange pairing?' You shoot your heads up and look at your father and mother to only mutter, 'What?'

After some minutes have passed, your mother smiles, 'Well isn't it why you came here too?' …..your mother isn't wrong. You cleared your throat, 'Yes. I'm also here to discuss that arranged pairing and marriage thing you're so eagerly asking me for.'

A month later, a matchmaker was dispatched to your place, accompanied by your parents. Still can't process what is happening, although you agreed to it that you’ll do the arrange pairing, you let them in.

The session was then initiated by the matchmaker. She asked you quite numerous questions, and some of those were; 'What do you wish for in your life to be my dear?' gently staring at you... 'I want a tranquil life where I can exhibit my independence, value space from each other, and the partner who will be partnered with me is also committed,' you gulped, ending with a shaky voice. The old lady giggled softly and delicately wrote it down on her vintage paper. Then she again asked another one, 'What is the thing that interests you the most?....it might be from the past or currently.' She smiled again, assuring you to be true to yourself. 'I-- I like books and anything that I think is very valuable,' you looked down, turning pinkish-red. The old matchmaker then pursues you to say it. You inhale, regain your confidence, and continue, 'I also adore deep sea creatures...... if that makes sense.' you awkwardly smiled. She then resumed her writing.

—

You hurriedly go towards the elderly matchmaker and, of course, your parents, as usual. You grumble in a low tone upon seeing them. The matchmaker then motions with her hands for you to enter the room and address the matter, but this time your parents are not present, so you feel relieved.

You noticed the man standing near the furniture set reading something about literature after slightly opening the door. He then noticed your presence and politely nodded, as you do so too. The matchmaker then instructs the two of you and tells you what topics you will be discussing before leaving.

'Oh, um... Hello, pleasure to meet you,' you said as you extended your hand in a handshake. The man then accepted it and said, ‘Same here, I'll be in your care then, my partner?’ Your body became stiff by hearing his voice. He then felt your hands stiff, so he released your hands gently and said, 'Are you alright?’ looking straight at you with eyes which remained neutral. You, startled by his stare, so you shifted your sight to the window and murmured something. Him the observant he is, noticed you again but didn't do anything and let you be. He's not sure as to why he gave in to his deceased grandmother's will that at that age, he'll go to meet a matchmaker and be paired to the person he'll remain for the rest of his life, love, and cherish him.

A day turned into a week, a week turned into months, and then those months turned into a year. Now, him helping you move out to his house, you asked midway at the entrance door. 'Umm, about the wedding ceremony, when was it again?' looking at him neutrally, like you have no any interest in it whatsoever. 'Hm, I think it will be expected 8 weeks from now?' He looks up at the sky, then yours. '..... Alright, do you have any guests you'll have invited? Moreover our wedding will only take place in the government office.' He looked at you blankly for a few seconds before saying, 'No. I don't,' he says as he walks inside….

The time then has come, the two of you then recited your vows and filled out the papers prepared by the clerk for both of you and your parents. Of course, no honeymoon occurred; instead, you and him organized some of your belongings and the entire house now that it is occupied by two people.

After three years of marriage, you've gotten used to each other's habits and company. He occasionally notices you dancing while cooking and humming a song, noting mentally that you're having a nice day, just to elicit a small genuine smile, noticing it and contemplating at himself why he did that.

You also had the impression that someone was watching you from behind while you were cooking, so you stopped whenever you noticed your husband's presence in the kitchen or when he took a sip of his coffee nearby.

'.......' sips coffee, 'What are you cooking?' he said. Startled by the man you yelped and said in return, 'You! You almost gave me a heart attack there! Ohh, I'm cooking Sabz Meat Stew, the one you said is your favorite.... yes?' only to receive a blank expression from the man and one brow slightly raised. 'Hmm~ okey.' then leaves the room.

You pondered, 'Huh? The hell??'

Alhaitham grumbled after he woke from his peaceful slumber. He recalled that he had a job today. He then got up lazily and looked back at the bed to only see you snoring (not that loud), although from the looks of him, he thinks you are cute.

As usual, he didn't feel tired or anything in his office corner, but it was quickly shattered by his senior approaching him, and a former housemate, Kaveh, the star of the firm, renowned as the passionate designer with exquisite taste in arts and romance. Alhaitham scoffed, 'What?' glaring at the platinum-blonde haired man. 'Ugh, save that glare for later, will you!?' Kaveh exclaimed. Putting a bunch of papers at his desk. 'Here. This needs to be approved today so do it now, alright?' The man earned a minute of silence, then Alhaitham spoke up, 'Alright then. Now go.' Kaveh, being used to his antics responded, 'Bah! Alright, alright I'll go now~'

—

'Great. Now I can have peace,' Alhaitham whispered as he walked to the nearest café in the company. He then spotted Puspa Café and, shortly after, he noticed you with your friends. But he didn't approach you, he simply chose to observe you from afar.

After finishing your job at the library, Tighnari, your friend, messaged something at your group chat, saying that 'Guys, I'll have you all meet my boyfriend today, of course if you guys are free.' You smiled at your phone and waited for others to reply, then you saw Nilou's message, 'Yes we are all free today, where do you want us all to meet up? ^^ .' You then added, 'Me too, just concluded my work.'

You met Dehya first and welcomed her after all of you agreed to meet at Puspa Café. As is typical, Dehya has always tried on make-up with you and the girls since your college years, as she is doing just now, claiming boredom while waiting for the others. After a few minutes, you two noticed the other three and waved your hands where you were seated. 'Eyy, Tighnari, where has your boyfie gone? 'Dehya said. 'Hahah, Dehya, wait a minute, I'll go fetch him outside,' the man said as he ran out of the café.

After a minute of waiting, you and the girls see a tanned man joyfully conversing with Tighnari, all lovey-dovey. 'Yuck,' muttered Dehya in another hand. ‘I wish I was too sheesh, good for them I guess?' She shrugged, glancing at us, only to get a nudge at her side from Nilou. 'Oof-- the hell?'

Tighnari then waved and exclaimed, 'Guys! This is my boyfriend Cyno. Hope you all will be well acquainted with each other! ' smiled. Nilou approached Cyno first and enthusiastically handed him a handshake adding, 'I am very delighted for the two of you, that you are now officially going out!' Cyno then nodded and chuckled. ‘Thank you~’ said Cyno. Candace and you then bestow your blessings on the pair. Finally, there came Dehya, who looked at them with critical eyes. 'Hey, is there something wrong?' Tighnari said, tapping Dehya on the shoulder. Then Dehya looks at them both. 'No, nothing. I'm just happy for the two of you. But. BUT! If you Cyno--' pointing her index finger at his chest, 'I won't forgive you, okay? Don’t hurt my bestie.' Then Cyno chuckled and said, 'Heh, you can trust me lady,' and grinned silly at her.

—

Your husband was observing you guys from the other side of the café when he noticed a familiar figure. Slowly closing his eyes. Not sure whether he's seeing things correctly, but after repeating it a few times, he seemed astonished (although, actually kind of shocked lol). He then tried to go in your direction, only to be halted by his senior. 'Ugh...' Alhaitham exclaimed in his mind.

'Alhaitham!! I've been looking at you everywhere in the office. Remember how you agreed to have lunch with me today? You also said that someone's cooking delicious food for y----!!' Alhaitham then shoved his hands in his colleague’s mouth to show how annoying Kaveh is to him. He sought to hide somewhere when he noticed your presence approaching him. And silly Kaveh, left there standing, questioning what the hell is going on with his junior.

Alhaitham returned to your shared house and discovered that the lights were turned off and the room was chilly. Traversing the living room, he noticed a loud thud in your shared bedroom on the second floor. When he arrived, he noticed you weeping and.... you have a cut on your wrist that seems to be quite deep.

He embraced you ever so delicately as if you were about to crumble at any minute, trying to calm you down before asking any questions. Hearing your sobs go down, he then caresses your locks.... very soft locks. Didn't have the time to question what happened seeing you calming down and noticing you about to fall asleep in his embrace, he carefully lifts you up and places you on the bed. Looking at you, his heart breaking as he saw your state, he got up and cleaned and bandaged your wrist wounds.

—

Morning came, you noticed something on your hands. It was your husband, Haitham. You were taken aback by the sight, carefully releasing his calloused hands, which were securely entwined with yours. You were startled by your husband's unexpected motion and questioned, 'Uhh.... What- what happened?' face turning pale, smiling awkwardly.

'........., well aren't you the one who needs explaining here? My wife?' eyes widened by the sudden call of a familiar address. You gazed at his eyes, dazed, still taking in what he had just spoken. He softly bumped his forehead on yours, while you, bobbing your mouth open and closed. 'Take your time, anytime you are ready, my wife.' Again, your eyes widening, oblivious to a torrent of tears exiting your gorgeous eyes. You wept incessantly and were put back to sleep.

Alhaitham then began informing your coworkers at the library that you will be absent today due to you not feeling well… called Cyno to inform Tighnari and some of your friends.

You were back at work a few weeks after that event. Your coworkers begin to wonder who the man who contacted them that day was and what your relationship was with him. You ignored their queries and just stated, 'Enough of this chit-chat, remember we're at work, keep it for later,' before continuing to arrange the shelves. Quite embarrassed, you asked the Chief Librarian if it was okay to take your leave early today. The elderly then kindly nodded and waved you goodbye.

—

Alhaitham is waiting outside the library. He then glanced at Cyno and said, '.... What exactly do you want to know? ' while he was reading his book. Cyno, on the other hand, peered at him for a few minutes before saying something. 'I've been meaning to ask you this question, Alhaitham.... My lover claimed they didn't know you, and his friends wanted to know what your relationship is with her.' declared unequivocally.

'I-- we are married.... that is all I have to say.' Then continue reading where he last left. Cyno was taken aback, his mouth agape slightly, by what he heard from the man who is reputed to be distant, intellectual, dislikes small talk, and is difficult to engage with. '.... Cyno, please stop being so animated, you're not funny.' he said flatly, without glancing at the tanned man. 'I know you're joking. It was a great one, but—-' ,Cyno utter, only to be cut short by an impending disaster that Alhaitham despised oh so much (lmao sorry my bbg).

It was none other than Kaveh, his senior.

'Hey! What are you two talking about leaving me for? 'Kaveh remarked, not entirely aware of the very kind-of-awkward situation happening at the moment. ‘Huh? What?’

You, on the other hand, witnessed the scene. Ears turning flushed pink. 'What? WHAAAT!?? 'You exclaimed in the back of your mind as you walked straight to where your husband was, Haitham.

'My~ hello there Cyno.' you stated, smile feeling forced. '.... Oh. Ahh! Hello.' he nodded and glanced at you and Alhaitham, dazed. Kaveh, taking in what is going on. 'OHH!! Wait, wait, wait, wait!! ' shooting a surprised and uncharacteristic kind of glare at Alhaitham. Kaveh trying to connect the dots as to why you, a very beautiful— no, ethereal lady— would marry this man whose only interests are books and knowledge.

Two men are astonished by what is happening right now. Alhaitham then smoothly held your hands and excused, 'Uhh, apologies but me and my wife have to go now.... Bye.' walking out their way, the two men stilled on that very spot, gaze following you both, mouth twain agape.

The next day, you were greeted by your friends at the front door.

Flabbergasted by Candace by abruptly holding your shoulders and shaking you, 'Waaaaah our- our baby is married! Since when? AAAAA!!' Dehya in the back restrains her snickers since it's uncharacteristic of Candace. Then you gaze at Nilou, tears welling up in her beautiful blue-ocean eyes.

'Uhmm, I--' stopped by Dehya, 'NO! Let us in first.' then eyeing every corner of the house, finding where your said husband is. '..... My husband isn't here. He's at work right now.' Suddenly Dehya turns around and runs in your direction, exclaiming, 'Whaaat!? You're not lying, are you?' gasped loudly and animatedly. Nilou and Candace both chuckled at her sudden reaction.

—

You and your friends were seated at the sofa. Calmly explaining what and how it happened, then there's Dehya asking. 'Sooo, did you guys do it?' The other two women were stunned by what Dehya said, and Nilou responded, 'Sorry about that,' she smiled at you and smacked Dehya on the head.

You gave a forced smile and responded, 'Heheh, however we did not. And we don't even have feelings for one other...' you gaze down, a familiar aching in your chest welling up. Nilou notices it and pats your back. 'Actually.... I- I think I have feelings for my husband, however..... I think if I say it to him and announce it, he'll be appalled by the concept.' Tears well up in your lovely eyes. The females listened to you and offered words of sympathy.

—

When night fell, you were alone, waiting for Alhaitham. Thoughts from a while ago flooded your head, and thinking about them just made you feel upset again. So you went to your shared bedroom, covering your mouth to prevent sobs from escaping your soft lips, duvet covering you.

Alhaitham was drained after working overtime, now on his way home. He sluggishly put his shoes on the rack. Afterwards starts waltzing to find you and notices the bedroom door is slightly ajar. Alhaitham heed the quilt trembling; he then patted it. You, startled, you stopped moving and tried to make your voice not too strained from crying. 'Ohh! Welcome home Haitham. I'm sorry I wasn't able to cook for you, I wasn't feeling well.' Then the next thing that happened is that silence fell upon the room.

'........ Umm, Haitham?' you said still under the quilts. You tried to peek since you weren't receiving any reaction.

Alhaitham, being the person he is, saw an opportunity as you attempted to peek, a small smile escaped his lips. 'What are you doing? Hiding there and all.' looking at you with an unreadable expression. You gasped by the sudden touch at your hands by his. Flailing from his iron grip, but can't unfortunately, you accept defeat.

'I have a question.... and I'd want to say something to you.' Upon hearing that, your thoughts are clouded with pessimism, and you begin to wonder what he is going to say. Him observing your figure under the quilts, shaking. Without any further ado he started, 'I know you didn't want this kind of life, and that…. your parents made you do it..' He sighs, then says faintly, 'but—' suddenly a sob escapes your trembling lips. Surprised by it, you swiftly cover your mouth.

Alhaitham reacted quickly, pulling the quilts down to see you weeping uncontrollably. When he saw you in that state. His heart were shattered into pieces seeing you in that condition.... He hates it, he hates seeing you cry.

He daintily wiped your tears away and kissed you on the temples and next your forehead, also cupping your cheeks. You, on the contrary, are at a loss for words, mustering the confidence to speak up, 'Hait—-!!!' a quick sweet kiss pressed against your plump lips.

'Ahh!' You gasped, both lips parted, and the expression on his face was lustrous, though he kept the neutrality in it. The abrupt realization of what is happening causes your cheeks to heat up. 'Ahhn, Haitham! AH!... Wait, no, please!' squirming out of his towering figure.

—

Hands began to trace your contours, as if in adoration. Alhaitham then pulls your skirt's waistband...... and then your undergarment. A moan left your now swollen lips from the kiss as you felt his cold fingers under your skin. The ashen-haired man grins, the hue of his eyes darkening by the second.

'Hah~ Ah! ahh.... Nghh.. Haitham.' you looking at him eyes half-lidded. The gaze you gave him drove him over the edge. He couldn't wait any longer, so he began to slip his digit into your aching folds. 'AHHH! ' left your quivering lips, body trembling from his penetrating satisfaction. The way you called him in your angelic voice has skewed his judgment.

The unexpected stretch made your honeypot tighten even harder as he inserted another two of his digits. 'Hah~ so good for me.' Alhaitham can't contain his smirk from making you feel good. He then began to pace his digits faster, motioning where you felt the most ecstasy. Mind becomes hazy, don't know what is right and wrong. 'Hahh, please....' you said ‘I- I want it inside.. AHH!.. nghh mn... of me now.' The thrill has caused your eyes to close.

Alhaitham drew away, as if taking mercy on your predicament, or perhaps his desperation had reached its limit. Tears welled up in your eyes as he positioned his length with your thirsting cunt. He slowly pushes it inside then outside of your sobbing cunt. 'Aghh! S- so tight and... hah~ warm.' You can hear him growl near your ears, feeling the closeness and warmth of each other's bodies.

Shaky hands grasped their lover's toned back. A growl broke from his chest as he dove into your arms, his length thrusting completely into you. 'OH!' you mewled out from the stretch of his length, nails digging at his back and his shoulder blades.

Alhaitham feeling your walls clenched violently at his length, merciless pistons and teases your cunt with slow and deep thrusts. Nothing interrupted the pistoning of his hips as he fucked you through your orgasm. Slapping of skins and the thick musky scent of your both filthy actions filling the room.

Feeling the knot in your stomach starting to form, you attempted to move your hips only to be halted by Alhaitham's unrelenting grasp on your thighs and hips. When he became aware of your foreboding knot, he drew his length out at your sobbing folds. Holding your thighs up, positioning unto his shoulders, he started to lick the honeypot that was presented to him.

‘Ah-hh ahh~’ Alhaitham kept slurping all those liquids out. You whined loudly at him, vocalizing your exhaustion, as you felt his warm breath on your folds and his tongue tease ruthlessly.

‘.... no.’ Left his mouth. 'Huh?' You exclaimed, your consciousness beginning to waver. '....... I'm not done yet.' hazy scarlet eyes, now noticeable.

—

His pace was suddenly much faster, harder, and deeper. You clung on to dear life by strengthening your grip on his shoulder blades and your thighs on his enticing hips. He bit at your delicate neck, feeling his locks in your neck, as he neared your release and his. Squelching noises and moans filled the entire room once more. Eyes now rolling back from the overwhelming pleasure, back arching, mind went blank, limbs were limp, and nerves fried.

Alhaitham panting steadily at your shoulders, length still buried inside. You felt him stir, straining against the bed to unpin you from his frame, after a few more coarse pants and feverish breaths. ‘Hnn~ ahh-h… Hahh~’ you utter.

Pulling out his length, you could feel a thick string of mixed slick connecting through his tip and to your hole.

Your consciousness started to drift for real amidst the exhaustion you two had experienced a while ago. Alhaitham then shifted gently your sleeping form to the side, covered you with quilts, and walked out of the room.

As you awoke, you felt a sharp ache in your chest. When you tried to move your numb body, tears began to stream from your eyes, and then it turned into loud choked sobs.

Alhaitham was sipping coffee in the living room when he heard you weeping. He dashed into your shared bedroom and held you with great care, assisting you to sit up at the edge of the bed. He holds your hands softly and gently strokes the back of your palms, you still crying.

He inquired as to whether you were in pain or experiencing breathing difficulties, only for you to look away from his concerned gaze. Alhaitham felt that pang in his chest again, and after overcoming his guilt, he asked you again what you wanted.... him suddenly remembering, that you like your personal space. You didn't even spare a glance at him, just straight up responded, 'I- I.....' you then started to cry uncontrollably again.

—

His warmth in your hands disappeared, and his blurry figure walked out of the room. It makes you feel hopeless, but then he returns a minute later. You asked about seeing the shining thing on his palm, '.....what- What is that?' with a lethargic tone of speaking.

Alhaitham then queried with a breathy sigh; despite the fact that you can't see his face well due to your tears, you can tell he's nervous. '.... This.... is a wedding ring.' Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. He grinned now that he had your attention, you looking at him. 'I want to be your husband, not just legally, but also until we grow old and witness our child have a blissful life.'

'........ Wahh!? 'Not knowing what to say in response, you tried to move and hug (??) him, only to stumble. Yet in a breath of the wind, he caught your numb naked body. You then began to cry again at his embrace, nodding enthusiastically. 'Yes, yes! I- I'll marry you and make you my lawfully married husband and life partner… I do!!' You exclaimed, tears streaming down your cheeks, the man earning a smile from you ear to ear.

Truth be told, the sight was very silly because your clothings were all over the floor and your mattress was a mess. Yet, love triumphs when two individuals declare their adoration for one other.

Fin.

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s/n: huaaah~!! now that it's finished i can now rest heheh :'D also hope you all enjoyed my fic,, and sorry again for the errors & everything. bahh! this was really hard to do (although it just took me 2 days😑lol), my brain was really jagged making this heuhusehu.. well that's all for now and the drabble for this will be updated who knows when (very soon) >v^)//✨✨

QUICK NOTE...!! QUICK NOTE! QUICK NOTE!!! yep this fic (some parts) were rushed, i'm very very sorry abt that fr and judgements or criticism even are accepted, feel free ;-) i take it as advice to further improve my writing skills, vocab and such tysmm!!

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Seokjin x oc

Prologue < ch1

In a cute and cozy flower shop in Seoul, nabi was fighting sleep to her best abilities because she stayed up at night struggling with a last minute big order, and it has to be ready today.

Nabi doesn't know what's wrong with people and their last minute big orders, like what happened to the planning and working period, did they really think arranging flowers in different shapes and bouquets is that easy. Then, they had the nerve to be mad if their order wasn't up to their expectations. That lead to nabi loosing sleep more than one night, after all flowers are fragile pretty plants so the person who works with them has to have plenty of patience.

For nabi, her patience is close to non existing with the lack of sleep. after swearing her life million times, and her fingers getting pricked by the flowers thorns million times, she finally finished the order. She put it away for the customer later to pick it up then started to clean the mess. After that, she sat down to get some work done, like answering e-mails for some new orders, looking for what flowers should she add to the shop and what flower that are in season.

As nabi wrote the last words replying to a client, trying to make his understand that tulips typically doesn't bloom in june, that's why it will be hard to make a bouquet surrounding this flower. She heard a person come inside her shop, looking at the time in her laptop, she realized that she sat down working more than she thought she did. Surely, the person who just entered must be her client.

Nabi got up from her chair and went outside to welcome her with a smile on her face, but as she saw the identity of the women in front of her, her face froze. There are thousands of Hyejin in Korea, why it has to be her?, nabi was sure that her client name in e-mail was Choi Hyejin not song Hyejin.

Alas, she quickly put back the smile to her face, because one thing that she is convinced about the tall woman in front of her adorned from head to toe in chanel, that she had to be a snake in her past life, that explain the reason why she can sense any types of a change of emotions, and when the opportunity is provided she will latch on them and sink her fangs deep within. And this knowledge come from years of knowing her unfortunately, from first year of university.

" nabi, darling" she said in haughty tone, opening her arms and hugging her, also fun facts about hyejin is that she like s to put on unholy amount of perfume, that's why nabi was holding her breath that her face almost turned purple from the lack of oxygen.

" how are you, I feel like I haven't seen you for a while" pulling from the hug.

" you know same old me, but look at you you look amazing" another thing, she likes receiving compliments like they are here life supplements.

" thank you, you really are sweet" she replied " I would really love to continue our talk, but as you know nabi, I'm a busy women, no one can have the blessing of just sitting in a beautiful flower shop and do nothing, sometimes I truly envy you but what can we do right?" She giggled in an annoying way" can I take my order please ".

" of course" nabi went to the back of the shop and brought her her flowers" but hyejin did you change your last name?"

" oh no, it just I didn't tell you but I just got engaged didn't you notice my ring". Lifting her left hand, showing off her ring.

Nabi truly wondered how she didn't notice it, especially with the way Hyejin was waving the said hand the minute she entered her shop, it was a beautiful ring there is no denying that, a white gold band with a square cut yellow diamond with tiny white diamonds surrounding it.

" it is really beautiful congratulations"

" it is isn't?, I told soobinie to buy me a simple ring, but he always wants to spoil me and for your question, I mean you know that I'll change my last name to his when we eventually get married of course, but I want to start using it as training if you know what I mean to get used to the sound of it" it a really admiring ability of hers of how she can talk really fast without taking a break in between with her I'm better than you tone.

Nabi was having a headache from just hearing her talk and with a small " I'm happy for you " and a forced smile, she gave her her order and was ready for her to leave, but again she can't get what she wished for because, as Hyejin was just about to walk out. She turned around to face her with a look in her eyes that says what she is about to say won't be pleasing at all.

" by the way, when is that man of yours is going to propose?, I mean you've been together for a long time, don't you think it's time?"

Even though she should've expected this question, yet that didn't stop her back from going rigid and her hand from being sweaty. The composure that nabi was trying to keep was out of the window in seconds.

" oh, we broke up, actually it's been almost a year now" she heard her voice kept shaking as she continued speaking till her throat closed up and turned mute.

Gosh, she really felt pathetic, by a mere question, she was reminded of her failed relationship, she felt truly angry that her reaction was a clear indicator of how she wasn't even over it. And seeing the piercing gaze of the women in front of her and her hidden knowing small smirk that she is trying to transform it into a sympathize pour, she knew it too. And how could she not. She wouldn't be surprised if hyejin's spy's did tell her the news. She was just here in this state and she succeeded.

" I'm sorry to hear that dear, you were both an amazing couple, like I only heard now of your breakup, you know how busy I am. But as I always say not all the people are lucky some people are just a late bloomer or don't have luck at all" and with that she left, leaving nabi in the middle of the shop withering between blooming flowers.

Seokjin:

The thing is the day of trying makeup and outfits for an MV is always fun but always is a huge mess, from clothes everywhere scattered around the practice room since it is the biggest room to fit all this chaos to pics of inspirations hanging on the mirror and makeup products on the tables.

This happens everytime they have MV to shoot and in this case it would be the shooting of their new comeback DNA, he is really thankful that the mess has been lessened from the morning, now the only presents in the room are few of their trusted stuffs that he knew since he was a trainee and his six brothers, each one of them doing his own thing.

You can see namjoon talking to their manager with his phone open probably discussing their schedule after the MV shooting, jimin and hoseok talking to the staff about making some adjustments to their outfits, yoongi is laying on the floor with his cap over his face and his bag under his head working as a pillow, he was sure that he didn't listen to him when he told him to go to bed early last night instead of finishing the song that he is been working on but what's new about that, finally the two maknaes, taehyung is with Jungkook their back against the mirror sitting down and talking to someone on Jungkook's phone and from the voice of the person, it is undoubtedly Lena who was in Italy studying jewelry design. He swears that that these two is like a whole package, you get Jungkook you will find besides him Lena and vise versa. All the group learned that since they met Jungkook when he was a trainee coming to their dorm and besides him was a pretty long dark haired little girl.

" so are you going to meet your mother tomorrow" he wasn't sleeping after all.

Looking up from his phone, he saw yoongi already looking at him waiting for an answer.

" yes, and I'll explain to her that I don't have a girlfriend and leave it as that" and went back to his phone making plans with sooyeon to meet later at night in her appartement after she finishes a photoshoot.

" but, we both know hyung that she won't leave it as that, and the whole thing about sooyeon wanting to be the meeting perfect and al of that is just confusing to me" when he was going to reply that sooyeon was just overwhelmed with work and didn't want to add to her stress.

" Why don't you just say that you have a girlfriend" he didn't realize that in the middle of his and yoongi conversation everyone became quiet wanting to listen to them, thank god that the people who stayed in the practice room where people he trusts them, and the one who suggested the lovely idea was the one and only Lena, one thing about Jungkook and her that they tell each other everything they don't hide anything from each other, even though she is miles away he felt like she never went away. so he wasn't surprised to know that Lena knows about this.

Turning to look at the screen of Jungkook's phone that was already facing his direction " and when she tells me that I want to meet the girl what should I tell her?, enlighten us Lena"

" just find a girl and let her meet her, for example yura unnie, after all your mom never liked any girl she met through you, the exception is me of course she loves me and I totally understand that" she said while eating her fruit salad that has a concerning amount of chocolate. The yura that she is speaking about is our makeup artist and she has been with us since our debut and the one who has an offended look on her face right now " thank you Lena" the older women said while chuckling at the younger girl antics.

" sorry unnie, or do you want to hear my other solution?" She stopped eating to look directly in my eyes or the camera.

" what is it?" Now, he was just amused by her ideas and wanted to just go along with what her mind can come up with.

" just break up with your girlfriend and In this case you won't be lying to your mom" she shrugged her shoulders like she didn't just say that.

Seokjin heard the guys trying to hold their laugh, and Jungkook turned the phone immediately scolding her. Lena not liking sooyeon was not a hidden secret, even though sooyeon was trying with Lena because she knows how important she is, she is like the little sister to the rest of the boys. But whatever she did Lena wasn't having it. It bothered him of course. But he hopes that would change in the future.

" isn't it late there at Italy Lena?, don't you have classes tomorrow?" bless hoseok the voice of reason, after wishing her a good night of sleep she hung up the phone.

" I mean her ideas aren't that bad" scratch what he said earlier about hoseok, when he glared at him. The brat lifted both of his hands but the annoying grin was still on his face. " But for real what your going to do?" He continued but now in a more serious way.

" like I said earlier, I'm just going to tell her that I don't have a girlfriend simple".

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celebtattletale · 2 years

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slow-burn-sally · 2 years

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Hiii I have two requests for the kisses ask meme! 1: #9 (War's End) kiss with Major Merlin and 2: #2 (Kiss on the forehead) with Strange/Segundus!

THANK YOU FRIEND

#9 (War's End) kiss with Major Merlin

Grant looks up as the door opens and Jonathan Strange strides into the room. It's been several years since he's seen Strange, can never think of him as anyone other than Merlin, even while those around him keep referring to the man as "the illustrious Mr. Strange" or "His Royal Majesty's Magician". To Grant, he'll always be just Merlin.

Strange is cornered by a pair of old veterans and pulled into a conversation on which canons should be decommissioned. His eyes flick over to Grant, and as their gazes meet, Grant feels that same sparking tug at his core whenever Strange looks at him.

It takes a long while until they can be alone. So many people wish to congratulate Strange on turning the tide against Napoleon, and to awkwardly offer their condolences on the loss of his wife, and whilst Grant has half as many admirers, he is also kept busy in conversation for several hours.

Eventually though, he sees Strange step into the library, and he follows him. No one else is there, and the blessed silence is a welcome balm to Grant's ears, which up until now had been accosted by the constant babble of conversation.

"Hello, Merlin," he says softly.

Strange turns to look at him and a warm smile blooms across his face. "Major Grant!" he exclaims happily. "I had wished to speak to you from the moment I arrived, but alas, fate had other plans."

He strides up to Grant, takes his hand and shakes it in both of his own. The warmth and pressure go straight to Grant's brain and make it break down like an old broken mill wheel.

"I must offer you condolences, Mr. Strange, on the death of your dear wife."

He watches as his words cause a shadow of pain to flit across Strange's face. "Thank you, Major Grant. That is appreciated. Only please call me Merlin. I cannot stand to be spoken to so formally by one I like so very much." His smile has warmed away the pain, and now his boyish charm is back.

Grant wants to kiss him. He knows this in a deep and unassailable part of himself. Has known it ever since he'd first seen the bombastic, clumsy country gentleman with his bouncing dark curls and crooked smile. He wants it so badly in fact that he does it. He leans in and presses his lips to Strange's cheek. This much is allowed, surely, between two men who've shared so much.

"I've missed you," he says into Strange's ear. He pulls away swiftly, but Strange follows him, turns his head and captures Grant's lips with his own. They stand stock still for a moment, lips held together, before parting.

"Merlin, I-"

"That was lovely," Strange says with a sad little smile. "I've wanted that for some time now."

Grant is stunned, but he quickly absorbs the meaning behind Strange's words and joy floods his heart. He smiles. "It was?"

"Yes," Strange steps close, pulls Grant to him by the hips and kisses him again, this time more soundly.

This kiss lingers a bit, and involves several soft little pecks as they slowly begin to separate.

"We should rejoin the party before people begin to talk," Grant says, feeling a small twinge of apprehension.

"You needn't worry about that, my darling," Strange says with a wave of his hand. The noises from the other room, of clinking glasses, loud bursts of laughter, the low murmur of many male voices speaking together, falls instantly silent. "No one will come looking for us now."

"I am continually awed by your skill with magic," Grant says fondly as he pulls Strange back into his arms. "I fear it has enchanted me, Merlin."

#2 (Kiss on the forehead) with Strange/Segundus!

Strange's visit to Starecross Hall is predictably too short. He does not feel the passage of time the same there as he does in other parts of the country. It is a house and an estate that seems to exist outside of time.

His visits to Mr. Segundus had happened more and more frequently in the months after he and Norrell had returned from the darkness. They had much to discuss after all, and Segunudus is always so very happy to see him.

They spend Strange's visits lounging beneath the large apple tree in the garden, discussing magic. On long walks on the moors, discussing magic. In long talks in the library over emptied glasses of port, discussing magic.

It is time for Strange to go, and yet, the sight of Segundus' large, dark eyes as he readies himself for the coach always tug at his heart a little.

The Headmaster of Starecross Hall is in the courtyard currently, clutching a book he wants to lend to Strange in his pale, long fingered hands and muttering distractedly to himself, which he is prone to do when left alone for longer than five minutes stitched together. He looks up as Strange steps out, coat on, hat in hand. Jeremy begins loading his bags onto the coach, and Strange steps up to John Segundus.

"Mr. Segundus, as always, it has been a lovely visit. You've been a warm and entertaining host."

"Thank you, Mr. Strange. Your visits are always gladly anticipated."

Jeremy climbs into the drivers' seat of the coach, along with the footman, and Strange knows their time has truly come to an end. He pulls Segundus by the elbow, back a little ways, out of the other men's line of sight. "I do so adore my visits," he says, his eyes searching Segundus'. His friend is so slender and pale, he needs a good deal more feeding and some time in the sun, and his scholarly paleness and slenderness always make Strange feel fiercely protective. "Goodbye, Mr. Segundus," Strange says softly, then places a lingering kiss to Segundus' smooth, cool brow.

He hears the slightest intake of breath from his friend, surprise at the intimacy of the touch, but then Segundus says "Goodbye Mr. Strange," his voice thick with suppressed emotion, and Strange knows without a shadow of a doubt that his feelings are returned.

They part with one last, lingering look, before Strange enters the coach and closes the door behind him. Segundus tips his hat at Strange, smiles his lovely shy smile, and Strange grins back at him, secure in the knowledge that he will receive more kisses at a later date.

They ride off into the crisp Yorkshire morning, Strange pressing his fingers to his lips and trying to recall the silky feel of Segundus' skin.

#major merlin #strangegundus #jonathan strange #colquhoun grant #john segundus #jonathan strange and mr. norrell #THANK YOU FRIEND #this was so fun!#writing prompt meme

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the-lupine-sojourner · 2 years

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Tale of Astoria Kenobi [Chapter 3] [Obitine and Anidala featured] [Dad!Obi-wan/Daughter!OC]

Hi! I am so sorry to have left this story alone so long!

I had a hard time writing this chapter, since there aren't too many examples of a Gathering to go off of. Anyway, here it is! I hope you guys like it! :)

I want to apologize to everyone I kept waiting on this story and I want to thank everyone for their patience!

I plan on making a Masterlist for Astoria but in the meantime Here is the link to the prologue to this story!

And Here is the link to the previous chapter!

I would also love to acknowledge some users that have encouraged me and are on the taglist! (if you want to be on the taglist, please let me know!)

@elite-guard-hardygal for one, as my bestie and sort-of beta reader. Then I want to thank @forcearama for creating the Scandalore AU that helped inspire this story. There is also @sunshineisdelightful who has been wonderfully encouraging, and their other blog @fwtcanimelover! Thank you all for encouraging me and giving me feedback! Hope this chapter makes up for my absence!

I hope you guys like this new chapter! Next chapter starts Attack of the Clones!

(Side note for timeline purposes, this chapter is when Astoria is about 12, then there will be a time skip to when she's 15, about when Attack of the Clones takes place, according to a timeline I looked at.)

Now, onto the chapter!

~The Lupine Sojourner

“How is your training, Astoria?” Mom asks, smiling at me through the hologram.

I grin and lean in a bit. “It’s going great, Mom! I’m finally going to be part of a group for the Gathering!” Mom sees my excitement, but naturally, she’s confused. “It means I’ll go with a group of other Younglings to a special place where I’ll find my lightsaber crystal and create my own lightsaber!”

“Oh, that’s wonderful, darling!” Mom cheers, clapping her hands together and laughing as I eagerly describe how awesome my lightsaber is going to be.

“It’ll be one of the best lightsabers ever!”

“I’m sure it will be, sweetheart, but you can’t let yourself get carried away. Remember to always listen to the instructors and be respectful.”

I nod. “Of course, Mom.” I reply. “I’m just so excited! I get to go with Anakin’s group, and we’ll make our hilts together! It’ll be so fun!”

“Isn’t Anakin your uncle’s apprentice?” Mom asks.

I nod. “Yeah, he’s a Padawan Learner, and few years older than me, but since I’m top of my class, and am ahead of my group in combat training, I get to go a little sooner than my group. We’re leaving tomorrow morning.”

“I see. Well, congratulations Astoria!” Mom says proudly. As usual, there’s a tiny trace of sadness in Mom’s eyes that she isn’t here physically.

I give her a wide smile. “Thanks, Mom.” I reply, wishing she could be here to see my first lightsaber. Then I get an idea. “I’ll show you my lightsaber when I visit for my birthday!”

Mom perks up instantly. “Ah, yes! I’d nearly forgotten.”

My birthday was only a month away. Usually, I was allowed to visit Mandalore briefly for my birthday, usually with Uncle Obi in tow. He was always as thrilled as I was to go back to Mandalore, but he’d never say why. I never ask, thinking it was merely his happiness at seeing Mom again since the two are good friends.

“I can’t wait, Mom!” I cheer, and Mom chuckles.

“Yes, neither can I, dear. But for now, get some sleep. It’s late at night on Coruscant, isn’t it?”

I nod sheepishly. “Yeah, but I wanted to talk to you!”

She puts a hand up patiently. “And I, of course, am always happy to talk to you, but you need sleep. Have a good trip, darling.”

I nod. “I will. Love you, Mom!”

“I love you more, Astoria.” Mom replies and we end the transmission.

Then, I lay down and close my eyes, using the techniques I learned in the meditation lessons to try to get some sleep.

Miraculously, it works and I fall asleep.

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“Come along, Astoria. It wouldn’t do to keep the ship waiting.” Comes Uncle Obi’s voice.

I stretch and sit up, rubbing my eyes as I fully wake up. “Are you…” I yawn and rub my eyes, “Are you coming with us, Uncle Obi?” I ask as I stand, pulling on the outer layers of my Jedi robes.

I always just slept in my pants and a spare undershirt.

“Unfortunately not, young one. But Master Fisto is.”

I grin, coming more awake as I move to brush my teeth and pack what little I’d take with me. “Yay!”

Uncle Obi laughs. “You shouldn’t play favorites, Astoria.” He cautions, amused.

“I’m not!” I protest playfully. “I’m just...happy it’s someone I know...better than the other Jedi.”

“Mmm...I’m sure. Now, come along. Even Master Fisto’s patience runs out eventually.”

I slide the last few things in my bag, settle Mom’s necklace around my neck and tuck it in like always before I’m ready to go.

We walk toward the exit ramp where the ship is waiting.

There, I see Master Fisto.

I jog over and hug him. “I’m glad you’re coming!” I cheer.

“Playing favorites is not the Jedi way, Astoria.” Master Fisto teases.

“I know. Master Kenobi told me. I just meant I am happy it’s someone I’m a little familiar with.”

Fisto puts a hand on my back and guides me toward the group of Younglings I’d be going to the Gathering with. “I’m honored to witness your Gathering, little one.”

I smile up at him, then catch sight of a friend. “Roman!” I call, waving at my sparring partner.

“And here I was thinking it’d be a pleasant trip.” He quips as we shake hands in greeting.

“Oh, c’mon. I’m not that bad.” I retort, chuckling.

Anakin then walks over. “Glad you could scrape by to come with us.” He teases.

I roll my eyes. “Why are all my friends teasing me today?” I pretend to be upset, but they know better.

“Because you’re an easy target.” Anakin replies, before laughing and putting a hand on my shoulder. “In all seriousness, I’m glad you’re coming.” He says genuinely.

“Me, too.” I reply. Before we can talk more, Fisto calls for our attention.

“Younglings, you have all proven yourselves to be the top of your class, and some rose above their class to greater heights. Now, it is time for the Gathering, a most sacred Jedi ritual.” We’re all murmuring excitedly and eager to get going, but Master Fisto clears his throat and we fall silent again. “This is the trip that will raise you another step on the path to being a Jedi Knight. This is the trip...you build your lightsabers!”

We are all super excited to get going and crowd toward the ship. Roman and I get into the ship at the same time, looking around and chatting excitedly.

Coming out to meet us from deeper inside the ship was a strange droid. It was an older model, I think, but it seemed to be running smoothly as it greets us.

“Hello Younglings. I am Professor Huyang, lightsaber architect and designer. Welcome to your Gathering.”

“Thank you, Professor. We’re happy to be here!” I chirp, remembering the manners Mom taught me.

Professor Huyang seems to smile at me. “I see someone was elected spokesperson.” He says good-naturedly and I hear some embarrassed shuffling of feet behind me, telling me the others felt bad for not being the first to thank the droid.

“Alright, Younglings. Let’s settle in and get some food and then we’ll start learning about lightsabers when we’re finished.” Master Fisto orders and we file off with him to the spartan rooms we’d be staying on for the overnight flight to Ilum and then the flight back. Once we’re all settled in, we go back to the main area where I assume we would be instructed and actually construct our lightsabers.

Turns out Roman, a Bothan youngling, and I were the first few back to Master Fisto.

“Why don’t we start introductions while we’re waiting on the others?” Master Fisto suggests and I agree.

"Good idea! I'm Astoria Kryze!" I chirp, tapping my chest.

"And I'm Roman Cartalzan." Roman adds, bowing a little in respect.

"Lovely to meet you all. I can tell this trip will be exciting!" Professor Huyang says, again seeming to be smiling as other Younglings file in.

In my excitement, I could hardly remember some of the groups’ names, but then Professor Huyang began his lecture on the history of the lightsabers and how integral they are to a Jedi, describing various lightsabers he’d seen created and even showing us a few of his personal favorites.

By the time bedtime came around, we were mesmerized by the Professor and his stories, but Master Fisto corralled us toward the rooms and we suddenly realize how tired we are, so we don’t protest but so much.

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Over the intercom system, Professor Huyang calls us all to breakfast while we make our final approach. We find a set of thick winter clothing outside our doors and I dress in everything but the outer jacket.

Already I was rather warm, but I am too excited to care as I hurriedly brush my teeth and make my way to the dining hall.

“- -in a long, long time. It will be very interesting to see what happens at this Gathering.” I hear the Professor saying to Master Fisto and despite knowing it was rude, I can’t help stopping where I was to listen.

“Indeed, Professor.” Master Fisto replies. “She is one of a kind, that girl. Her mother, a Duchess, and the second Mandalorian Jedi in history! Just imagine her potential! I can’t wait to see how her story unfolds!”

I blink. I was…one of the first-ever Mandalorian Jedis? Wow! I had no idea!

“Yes…especially considering her inherent skill in combat.” Professor Huyang points out.

“Indeed. But she is doing admirably in all other aspects of her training, as well.”

The revelation would have to wait as other Younglings begin to file out of their rooms, so I pretend to be still waking up as I shuffle into the dining area.

“Good morning, Younglings! We have a rather busy day ahead, so I will begin the instructions while we enjoy our breakfast.” Master Fisto greets as we settle at the tables.

I don’t miss the Professor and Master Fisto’s eyes lingering on me for a moment but I don’t want to make a scene yet so I get my food and manage a seat next to Anakin and Roman.

Master Fisto explains that this planet was constantly frozen and that the object of our journey here to Ilum was to find Kyber Crystals, and the crystal would be a very important component of our lightsabers.

He went on to explain that he would not come with us into the caverns where the crystals were held, but would wait at the entrance for us. He also said we only had a day’s rotation to get our crystals. If we can’t get out in time, Illum’s sun will set and we’ll be trapped in the caverns until the next sunrise, 19 days later.

No pressure there…

We finish suiting up and follow Master Fisto into a blustery, winter morning.

Soon, we reach a cliff face of sheer ice. Master Fisto turns to face us.

“In order to get inside the temple here on Ilum, we will have to work together. Only together will the ice be moved to grant us entrance inside.” He explains before turning and raising a hand.

We join him and I search inside myself for that spring, triggering it and imagining the ice falling. Focusing on that feeling, I let myself unleash the Force.

The sound of crumbling ice is all anyone can hear for what feels like a long time, then finally things go quiet.

And there in front of us was indeed an entrance. We hurry through it and inside there are statues of Jedi poised in various fighting stances, all with ignited lightsabers in their hands.

It was truly an impressive sight.

“Younglings, gather if you would.” Master Fisto calls and we obey quickly. “We Jedi are peacekeepers, but how do we defend that peace? Anyone?”

“With a lightsaber, right?” Roman replies.

“Exactly! And that’s what we aim to create today. Now, this planet is very ancient and mysterious. This is the only known place Kyber crystals can be gathered. This is a very guarded secret in the Jedi order, and this ceremony is very important in your training. Today is the day you rise to a new height and create the weapon that will aid you in more ways than you can yet see. But at the heart of a lightsaber is the crystal, so it is important that you choose the right one. Only you can know which crystal is yours and only you can create your lightsaber. Now, time is running out in the day, so I will say only this; trust yourselves and each other and you will overcome this challenge. May the Force be with you all! Good luck!” With that, Master Fisto raised his hand again and what came next was something I will never forget.

Master Fisto looked up and through the force turned a large crystal structure and a window opened. Master Fisto further turned the structure and used the reflections of the crystals to direct sunlight toward a large door of ice at the back of the chamber. The ice instantly starts melting and the water rushes down in an impressive display.

When the water was thoroughly drained, Master Fisto smiles. “Now begins your trial. Off you go! I will be waiting here when you are done.”

We all head into the caverns, and I can’t help feeling a bit uneasy.

What was waiting for us down here?

Soon, we reach a large open area with several paths leading off into the unknown.

“Which way should we go?” I ask when no one seems to want to move.

“I don’t think there’s a right or wrong way. Just trust your instincts and the Force. Let’s close our eyes and head toward a path, and whichever way we end up going is where the Force wants us.” Roman suggests and no one disagrees.

I close my eyes and I swear I hear something in front of me, like…like a fight. I head that way with my eyes still closed until I don’t hear my companions.

I open my eyes and find myself in almost complete darkness. I only saw enough to know where the path was, but no more than that.

The noises I heard before start growing louder as I walk down the path. I start walking faster. What was happening?

I start swearing I see things, blurry images of people fighting. One looks so much like Uncle Obi, I call out and move toward it, but I only bump my face into an ice wall. I watch as he runs down some kind of hallway, maybe on a ship, and then there’s a woman being held hostage, but there the images end, seeming to be moved further down the tunnel.

I move with it, trying to see what came next, but darkness returns and I stop. What was going on? How could I see things like that when I’m nowhere near any kind of hologram?

I shake myself and keep moving.

Whispers start soon and I swear I hear not only Uncle Obi, but Mom, as well! She sounds worried, scared!

She’s in trouble! I look around, but there are no visions. Heart starting to beat quicker, I run forward and call out to her.

“Mom! Mom, I’m here!” There’s no answer and I keep running.

“Please, Obi-Wan…tell her.”

“Mom!” Where is she? I turn around and around, desperate for anything to tell me where Mom is, but I see nothing! Mom sounds so scared!

“Satine, it’ll be alright, I promise.”

“Uncle Obi?” I call, but again no answer.

I run forward, eyes flicking to either side of the path to try and find something, anything to tell me what was going on, but I see nothing, led on by these strange whispers.

My heart drops as I hear my mother cry out in pain. I race forward blindly, only caring that my mother was ok!

“Mom! Mom I’m coming! Just hang on!” I then smack right into another ice wall, only this time, I break it and find myself tumbling down a steep slope with ice shards all around me.

My body aches a bit as I wearily pick myself up.

Great…now I’m lost. I have no idea where I am or how to find this crystal I’m supposed to get! I lost track of my mission when I started hearing things!

I should have known not to race around after things like that and get distracted.

I sit down to think of my next move. I could try to climb back up the slope, but that seems treacherous. I don’t know…

What should I do? I’m running out of time and I don’t see any other paths around me!

I cross my legs.

I had to refocus myself, that much was obvious. It had been so easy for the Force to distract me with visions and voices of those I love.

I had to ignore those voices and get some idea of where I’m supposed to go to find my crystal.

And to do that, I’ll have to climb the slope.

I open my eyes, feeling better now I had a plan.

The slope is very hard to climb. One wrong step and I slip down a bit, but luckily there were some small grooves and cracks in the ice I can use as sort of hand and foot holds.

As I climb, I start focusing on the crystals all around me, trying to find out which is mine. I start to hear a faint chime, almost like a whisper, steady as I get closer to the top.

Finally, I hoist myself over the hole I’d made in the wall. I had to be careful or I’d- -

“Astoria!” The whispers are back! That one sounds like Anakin, but…older! I hear battle around me, but I try to ignore it, finding that faint chime again and following that. “Astoria get out of there! C’mon!”

Ignore it…ignore it…

“Agh!” Uncle Obi! He was losing a- -no. No, I can't get distracted again! I have to hurry! I wasted too much time following these voices! They’re just testing me! I have to focus!

I find the chime and keep moving.

The voices gain volume as I progress, but thankfully the chime gets just a bit louder, too, so I don’t lose it.

There were so many now…some I can almost recognize, some I know, and some I have a feeling I have yet to meet.

They’re overlapping and I can’t tell everything they’re saying, but I have to ignore it and focus!

Moving forward and trusting the chime becomes harder when the voices turn desperate and blasters fire in the distance. My heart hammers and I know whatever this vision is…it’s dark. Dark and foreboding, but probably not even true, so I try my hardest to move on.

That chime isn’t as loud now and it’s so hard to hear…

Suddenly, just as the voices are reaching their loudest and most intense, I come to a crossroads, one way seeming to be the source of the voices, the other the source of the chime.

Unsurprisingly, the chime is barely audible now above the chaos of the voices, who were giving orders in the midst of a battle, crying out as they’re blasted to bits, or begging for help.

My heart aches for these people, but I have to keep reminding myself that they aren’t real. They’re just the Force trying to lead me astray, testing me.

I find through all the chaos, under all the screams and voices, that small chime, so I refocus myself and shake off my emotions enough to move toward the path of the chime.

Then…I hear something that stops me in my tracks.

My mother, gasping for breath as if someone was choking her, the sound of a lightsaber stabbing, and her breathing going quiet, her final words too quiet for me to hear, but I know she’s dying.

I whirl, eyes prickling with tears.

Of course, there’s no one there. Only the horrid sound of my mother drawing her last breath.

I can’t help it and take off, tears blurring my vision. “Mom!” I scream but there’s no answer, no voices.

Wait…no voices! I have to get control of myself! This was just leading me astray again!

I stumble to a halt and find myself right at the point I broke through the wall. In fact, I'd come close to falling down the slope again.

Luckily, I am able to jump back a bit and regain my footing.

I wipe my eyes. It wasn’t real. There was nothing there…my mother is fine. She’s on Mandalore. She’s safe.

I’ll see her soon, I just know it!

With that bit of comfort, I refocus on the task at hand, and suddenly everything is quiet. There are no more distractions.

I run back to the split and down the path of the chime, finding a dead end with a small glowing crack in the ice.

I take a few deep breaths, and then focus on my connection to the Force, and picture the crystal moving toward me, hearing the ice cracking and then the crystal is in my hand. I examine it briefly. It was a genuine crystal and I slip it into my pocket before running back down the path I’d come, not looking back, focusing on getting out to the entrance.

Soon enough, I’m back at the large area shortly before the entrance, and I have to dodge out of the way of Roman, who’s running as if something is chasing him.

“The door’s gonna be frozen shut soon!” Is all he says. I run after him and we come out of the door, realizing it was just barely above our heads. It was lower than I thought it would be…

“Welcome back, Younglings!” Master Fisto calls, and I realize Roman and I are the fourth and fifth Younglings back. That means there are still 2 Younglings in the caverns.

Luckily, Anakin was here, so I walk over.

He seems…a bit shaken, so I give him a smile. “Congratulations!” I greet. “You got your crystal!”

“That wasn’t easy.” He murmurs, then shakes himself. “Glad to see you got your crystal, too, Astoria.”

I nod toward a more secluded spot and Anakin follows me there. “You saw your mother, didn’t you?” I ask softly.

Anakin winces, then nods. “I still miss her. I miss her so much it hurts!”

“I know, Anakin. I miss my mother, too. I kept hearing these weird voices, some I think I know and some I didn’t, but they kept trying to lead me down another path. Then, right when I thought I had it under control and was about to go get my crystal…I heard my mother dying.”

“I heard mine calling my name. She needed me. She was in pain!”

I nod. “I know, Anakin.” I give him a hug. He’d told me that he was taken to the temple later than most Younglings. So late, in fact, that the Council very nearly didn’t let him start his training, but through certain circumstances involving Master Qui-Gon Jinn’s death and Uncle Obi’s promise to him to train Anakin, he was allowed to be Obi-Wan’s Padawan and start his training. “I’m so sorry. I hope it was just the Force tricking us.”

Our stories were similar but not the same; I was taken to the Temple at 5 years old, and Anakin at 8. I could visit my mother sometimes and call her, but Anakin couldn’t. With his mother still a slave on Tattoine, there was nothing Anakin could do. He wasn’t far enough in his training.

“...Thanks, Astoria.” Anakin murmurs, returning my hug.

We stay hugging for a few minutes, then Anakin lets go so we rejoin the others.

Some of the group seem a bit rattled but none of them failed to get their lightsaber crystal, so Fisto has us all gather and we file in, my hand on Anakin’s shoulder.

“I see you have emerged from the trial victorious, young ones!” Master Fisto congratulates, smile wide and arms outstretched. “Wonderful! I understand it may have been harder on some than others, but rest easy in the knowledge that you succeeded in this task and are one step closer to becoming Jedi. Now, let us return to the Temple. On the flight back, we will construct your lightsaber hilts. Be aware that the difficulty of the training will increase now, and will continue to increase until it culminates in a tournament where you will display what you have learned and the potential for a Jedi Master taking you as Padawan is at its highest.”

I’d nearly forgotten about the tournament, to be honest. I wasn’t old enough until recently. With my 13th birthday coming up, I’d be undergoing the tournament in a few years and after that, with luck, I’ll begin training under a Jedi Master.

I just had to be patient and learn what I can with my lightsaber before the tournament. I wonder if anyone will choose me as a Padawan, but I suppose I’ll just have to wait and see. No use speculating for a while.

Soon enough, we leave the temple in high spirits that even the howling wind and cold couldn’t dampen. We chat and tell each other what we saw in the caverns as we get some food in the main area.

Professor Hyuang comes out and seems as excited as we are to get started on our lightsabers.

In fact, we were all so eager to start making our lightsabers, the hours passed in a blur.

I decide to close my eyes as I explore the lightsaber parts the Professor brought out. I grabbed here and there and finally, I felt I had enough.

“Professor?” I ask.

“Yes, my friend?”

I show him my collection. “Is this everything I need?” I ask politely.

“Hmmm…” He pokes through my parts and nods. “Yes, I believe it is. Well done!” He’s then asked to look over another Youngling’s parts and off he goes.

“Well done, Astoria.” Comes Master Fisto’s voice beside me.

I jump. “Ah! You scared me!” I squeak, heart beating in my ears.

Master Fisto chuckles. “It was unintentional, I assure you.” He then nods toward my pile of parts. “I saw you collect these. You are making great strides in your connection to the Force, young one.” He congratulates.

“Thank you, Master Fisto!” I smile at him. “I just…grabbed what I thought was right.”

“And you chose to trust the Force. That is no easy task, at times.” He eyes my parts again. “What an intriguing combination, Astoria. I have never seen that style of pommel with that main hilt and blade emitter.” He notes, nudging the mentioned parts with his fingers.

“Is that…bad?” I ask timidly.

“No, no! Not at all! I had just never seen it before, that’s all.” He shrugs.

Professor Hyuang then calls for our attention and I have to listen. I wanted to talk to Master Fisto about what I heard this morning, but maybe that’s best saved for later…

The Professor was joined by Master Fisto and the pair begin to explain how the Force can aid us in building our lightsabers, creating a weapon we will grow to depend on in our training and beyond.

We all gather our parts and begin sitting in a circle, cross-legged and ready to assemble our parts.

Professor Hyuang sets up a hologram of how the lightsaber parts should be assembled, then Fisto instructs us to trust the Force and create our lightsabers.

I close my eyes, seeking my parts through the Force. I find them, and begin lifting them all, moving them to fit the diagram.

The hilt forms, then the energy core, my crystal tucked securely inside. After that, I form the blade emitter, from the focusing ring to the main hilt, to finally the emitter itself.

From there, it‘s a matter of adding a few screws to keep everything in place and I am done, my lightsaber falling gently into my ready hands.

It is a thing of beauty, gleaming in the artificial light of the ship, reflecting the blue of the hologram nicely as I inspect my handiwork.

“I see we already have a few finished lightsabers.” Professor Hyuang muses happily as he walks around, giving his own inspection to the half of the group that had constructed their lightsabers.

He finally reaches me, and I hand him my lightsaber, feeling a bit nervous I’d messed something up.

“So close, dear. Just invert that section of the energy core” He points to the part of the hologram he meant “and you will have your weapon. Very impressive looking, I must say. Good work, young one!” Is the praise I get. I start unscrewing the parts of the lightsaber. I invert the parts of the core needed and reassemble everything.

I notice Professor Hyuang off talking to Roman about his lightsaber, so I wait patiently before walking over.

“Got it fixed, then?” The professor asks happily, turning to me.

“I think so.” I reply, handing him my lightsaber for a second time.

He looks it over and hands it back. “Marvelous! You have your weapon, young one!”

I smile. “Thank you!”

“It’s always a pleasure instructing future Jedi.” He seems to smile at me, patting my shoulder before moving to help other younglings.

“That is a lightsaber to be proud of, Astoria.” Master Fisto says when I show him.

“Thank you!” I try some swings with it deactivated. “I can’t wait to test it out!”

“It is a tool to use only when needed, Astoria.” He reminds me gently.

“Yes, Master.” I bob my head. Then I remember what Master Fisto had said this morning.

“Something on your mind, young one?”

I glance around. “Um…”

“You’d rather we talked in private, hmm?”

I nod. “If we can.”

“Of course. This way.” He leads me to what I assume is his quarters. “Now, what troubles you, young one?”

“Well…” I shift my feet. I wouldn’t be in trouble for accidentally eavesdropping, would I? “I may have accidentally overheard you and the Professor talking this morning. Just the last bit! Ab-about me…”

“I see.” He chuckles. “You wonder if what we said is true?”

I nod. “I know I shouldn’t have eavesdropped. I’m sorry.”

“It’s quite alright, young one. It was bound to be revealed at some point in your life. It is true that you are only the second Mandalorian Jedi recorded in history, but don’t let it trouble you. There are other species who do not develop a connection to the Force often.”

“I know, but…does it change anything? In my training? In the way the Counsel treats me?”

“Oh, Astoria.” I am scooped up in a hug. “You are welcome in the Jedi Order with open arms!” He sets me down and ruffles my hair. “I am sorry you felt troubled by the discussion this morning, but let those feelings wash away with the knowledge that you are valued in the Jedi Order for more than your birthplace.”

I nod, feeling a bit better. “Thank you, Master Fisto.” I hadn’t even realized how troubled I was about being only the second recorded Mandalorian Jedi until now. But I do feel those emotions subsiding as Master Fisto guides me back to everyone else.

I was a part of the Jedi Order and a Mandalorian. I had to find balance and peace with that as I continue my training.

Hopefully, it won’t be too hard…and then I’ll be a Padawan, out on adventures with a wise Jedi Master!

I can hardly wait!

#Fanfiction #Star Wars #SW #Tale of Astoria Kenobi #Obi-wan #Satine #Obitine #Anidala #SW OC #OC #Original Character #Original Female Character #Jedi OC #Uses both Clone Wars and the movies

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cobycobsy2k · 2 years

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Alternative, Season 1 Episode 17: "Unfaithful"

Sorority of the Montero girls

There was a meeting because Daniel and Ekaterina were introducing their newborn daughter Monique. Marcel and Katina were looking at her daughter with disappointment, while Diane and Jeff were happy to see her granddaughter.

Jeff (Congratulating his eldest son): Congratulations Daniel! The baby is a very healthy girl! Diane, darling, our granddaughter is almost the same as you!

Daniel (Hugging Ekaterina): Thank you very much dad, darling... Why don't we better let Monique rest?

Ekaterina: Sure, dear...

The two left the house so they could talk a bit.

Ekaterina: Daniel, we can't give our daughter up for adoption... I know we can't raise her, but we can't do that to her...

Daniel (a little confused): But Ekaterina, my parents can take care of the baby for us, but they are very old, and what about your parents?

Ekaterina: My mom offered to raise Monique.

Daniel (smiling): Honey, that would be a good option!

At that moment Alexander arrives, who was a little agitated.

Alexander: Hello Daniel, hello Ekaterina! You must listen to me, please, I have super important news!

Ekaterina and Daniel: Hi Alexander! What happened?

Lola (interrupting the moment and leaving with Gabriel Green): Ekaterina, they call you on the phone!, a certain Connor Weir!.

That scared Alexander a little, who ran after his ex-girlfriend.

Ekaterina (Ending the call with Connor): We'll see you at 20:00 PM!

There was something in that call that worried Alexander too much, and he couldn't continue talking to Ekaterina.

Later

At a downtown restaurant, Geoff, Ekaterina, Connor, Samantha and Ramir were having an outing with friends.

Ramir and Samantha: Ekaterina, Geoff is the coolest man you will meet, he is super talented and super attentive! We would be very happy if you were with him and Geoff would also like you to be his girlfriend! yes Geoff?

Geoff (blushing a little): Yeah hehe, well guys, what are you planning to do this weekend?

Samantha: Since Connor and I have graduated, we have thought about traveling to Twikkii Island! By the way Ramir, have you talked to that girl you told us about?

Ramir: I've talked to her again! Her name is Ana and she's very pretty!

Dinner passed and everyone was enjoying it, except for Ekaterina (who wanted a beautiful diamond ring that a very familiar woman had), she couldn't stop looking at the ring, which caught Geoff's attention.

Geoff (Thinking): "It seems that my beautiful Ekaterina is attracted to something... I think she should buy her what she wants and thus win her heart"

Later, after Connor, Ramir, and Samantha had left, Geoff started flirting with Ekaterina.

Geoff (Caressing the blonde): Did you like dinner? I had a great time with you!

Ekaterina: Yes hehe, anyway, you're super cool Geoff!.

Geoff (Getting a little closer to the blonde): Do you want to know something? I love you Ekaterina, I would do anything to be with you... And for that...

At that moment Geoff kissed Ekaterina, that impacted the Blonde too much, on the one hand she felt that she was being unfaithful to Daniel, but on the other hand she felt fascinated by that kiss... Why did she feel that way?

Geoff (Smiling): Do you want to be my girlfriend, Ekaterina?, she swore to you that I will be a good boyfriend for you!!, I will be there for you when you need it!!.

Ekaterina (Confused): Geoff...

She scared Geoff a bit, who was getting a bit angry, but he decided to calm down, he shouldn't show his true form right now.

Geoff (A little angry): Okay, calm down!... I'll wait until tomorrow for your decision... "YOU'LL BE MINE VERY SOON EKATERINA AND YOUR BOYFRIEND ALEXANDER WILL NOT BE THERE TO SAVE YOU!!"

Geoff was devising the last phase of his plan, now everything was going to be more aggressive than ever and that's why he would start with the main thing...

KIDNAP EKATERINA!!

#sims 2 #sims 2 uberhood #cobycobs alternative uberhood #daniel pleasant #diane pleasant #jeff pleasant #ekaterina dunnoff #monique dunnoff #marcel dunnoff #alexander goth #geoff rutherford #connor weir #samantha cordial #ramir patel

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jayhpfanfic · 1 year

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Hermione Mission

Due to the Time tuner, Hermione is 19 at this point, the war is raging on. There is news of trouble in France.

Fleur is unable to go as she is needed in the banks. So it is down to the only two who can speak the language. How will Hermione and Severus fare in this. How will they work together.

"No, no, she is still a girl. You can't let her go. " Molly's voice boomed around the room. Albus had his finger rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"We have no choice, Molly. Hermione and Severus are the only ones available that can speak French fluently," he asked as he looked around the room. His eyes landed on Severus, who was just scorwly at him, his face full of rage

" It also has to be a couple. It has to be a man and a woman. " Molly went on a rage went on and on. As she paused to take a breath, she noticed no one else was angry but her.

"Why isn't anyone mad about this."

"Molly, Hermione is of age; she is the only one that can go on this mission with Severus. She is very talented; she is capable of doing this." Remus's calm voice came through. Every order member nodded their head in agreement .

"It doesn't matter she..." Molly was cut off

"She is right here, and she can talk for herself." Hermione's voice was firm as she held her head high. She walked into the room. She was making her way over to Severus and standing next to him to make her point. Not long after, Hermione walked in. Mcgonagall and Tonks came in.

"Aaa, Miss Granger, there you are. Well, the Order needs your help. " Dumbledore used his grandfather's voice.Hermione looked at him and nodded her head.

"Yes, I have a rough idea; Professor McGonagall and Auror Tonks filled me in. But said there was some more."

" Well, yes, we need you and Severus to go to France, Chamonix, there is a rare ingredient there, but there is now a holiday restore there; I believe it's called Marmotte Mountain Retreat. Severus and yourself shall go as a newly engaged couple as it means you can get a log cabin closer to theingredient." Hermione's eye's widened when she began to fiddle with her fingers.

"As a couple, you will get a cabin out of the way."

"You will need to be careful to make sure there is none of Tom's men there. "

"You are there for three days, so please enjoy."

Time Skip- France, Chamonix

"Salut, comment est-ce que Je peux t'aider," (Hi, how can I help you) the person with a massive smile behide the deals smiled at the pair.

"Bonjour, nous sommes ici pour nous enregistrer." (Hello, we are here to check in ) Severus spoke with a slight French accent; his voice was deep. It sent shivers down Hermione. Biting her lip, she knew she shouldn't feel like this.

" Excellent, sous Quel nom?" ( Excellent, under what name?)

" Prince," once again, his voice smooth as he spoke. His face was blank. Hermione looked at the woman and smiled at her. She read her name tag, Aameé, while typing on the computer.

"Oui, je t'ai ici, oh Félicitations, tu es dans la cabine du coeur de lion" (Yes, I have you here, oh Congratulations, you are in the lionheart cabin.) the women's smile brightened even more when she looked at the pair. Hermione saw Snape's face.

"Merci," Hermione spoke for the first time, like Severus speaking with a French accent

"Shall we go to our cabin, darling?" Hermione's voice was sweet as she rubbed his arm, smiling at him. Severus nodded his head before reaching for the key. Once at the Cabin, Hermione could believe her eyes.

(Not my pic. I feel like this is want it would look like )

"So, what do we do now," Hermione asked as she sat next to the window. "Let's get inside and unpack, darling." Severus deepened his voice and dragged out darling. Hermione bushes as she listens to him. She was shaking her head as she caught up to him. Once in the room, Hermione fell in love with it; the room she loved and knew she had to come back here one day. She knew Harry would love it.

"Harry Potter would love it here," She spoke as she looked around the room; then, at Severus, she saw something in his eyes; she wasn't sure what. But felt the need to clarify. "I mean because it's quiet, and he can get away from everyone."

"Wouldn't he want to be here with you? " His voice wasn'tsweet like earlier. It was rough. "Well, I guess, but I thought he would rather be here with Ginny," Hermione said as she went to the kitchen."Miss Weasley "

"Well, yes, that is his girlfriend. Would you like something to drink" once again, looking at it? I'm. Once again, seeing something in his eyes. They both settled on hot chocolate. </Hermione looked around the Cabin. There was only one bed. It is a small cabin. There are two soft chairs next to the fire, a small kitchen, and a table big enough for two people to eat."We will have to share the bed. If that is okay with you, Miss Granger, " Severus spoke as he found Hermione.

"umm oh umm yes I yes that fine " Hermione quickly tried to get out. She was shyly smiling at the man. Hermione and Severus both got ready to go out to try and find the plant they needed as they went to the door. They hired the landline phone ring.

"Bonjour," Hermione spoke. She was nodding as she listened to the person on the phone."Savez-Vous Combien de temps Cela peut durer." (Do you know how long this can last.) Hermione's voice was slightly panicked. She was biting her lip.

"Oui, s'il Vous plaît, si Vous pouviez en envoyer suffisamment pour les prochains jours. Ohh et Quelques Jeux si Vous le pouvez." (Yes, please, send enough for the next few days. Ohh, and some games if you can.) Severus frowned as he listened to Hermione.

" Well, there is a snowstorm going on right now. It's not safe for us to leave. But there is a window where they can get food and games for the next few days."

Severus shook his head and went to the door. As he pulled it open, he could feel the cold hit him; the wind was crazy as he covered his eyes, letting go of the door. Hermione quickly grabbed him, pulling him back. The door swung shut."Okay, maybe we can't go out," Severus gruffed as he got off the floor. Hermione makes her way over to her bag; she got two books and a seat next to the fire.

"I have a spare if you like." She waved the spare book in the air. They both read them, then swapped and began the next ones. Once they were both done, they discussed the books, what was good, and what could have made it better. The pair moved on to potions, charms, and Arithmancy, which they thought were good theories. They laughed about stories Severus had about things other Masters had come up with. The ridiculous notions that people tried to get him to help with.

"While we are here, can you call me Hermione, please, Sir," she said, wiping her eyes of tears from laughing as she smiled at Severus back.

"Yes, okay, and you may call me Severus, Hermione" his voice was gentle as he smiled back at her.

Severus smiled at him, and he got lost in his thoughts of how lovely she was. She was intelligent and kind. But the best thing was talking andlaughing with him. He knew he should feel this for her, but he couldn't help it.

A few hours had passed, not that they would have known as they were too busy talking. There was a knock on the door.

Hermione quickly jumped to her feet. Carefully opening the door, there was a big box on the floor she quickly look and seen someone drive off;she wandless and wordlessly put a featherweight charm in the box so she could pick it up.

Going thought the box she found there was enough food for at least four days, maybe a bit more. There were snacks as well, and they had two games, Scravble and Monopoly. There was also two books in French. Severus made his way over, scowling and scoffing at the board games. Hermione frowned "What's wrong "She snapped.

"Why would I want to do anything more then necessary with you" he snarled at her. His black eyes narrowed and pierced at her.

Hermione huffed as she looked frowning at him. "What is that meant to mean, huhz someone like me.!! Huh, what makes you think I want to okay with you." Hermione snapped back trying not to sound hurt.

His face scrunched up, his nostrils flaring.His teeth were showing as he at her. He wasatudyimg his face. He didn't mean to sat what he did. It sounds terrible it did. He should apologise. Secerus thought to himself. "What I mean, why would I want to spend more time with such a goody to shoes, suck up insufferable-know-it-all. " he spat at her, his voice filled with disgust. As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted it as he saw the hurt look she bad and tears in her eyes.

"Well then, I'll leave you be since I am so horrible to be around, I am going for a shower." her voice quiveree as she ran out of the room.

Leaving him alone. He could hear her cry, and then the shower came on.

Severus used his wand to put everything away. Not being that hungry, he heated up some of the pastries. Making sure to leave plenty for the coming days.

Once he finished eating, Severus headed to bed himself. Once in the room, he saw Hermione was asleep, but she left room for him to get in.

The following two days were the same. They couldn't get out at all. They got a call from the front desk telling them the storm had passed but they were snowed in now they shall be stuck there for three more days. He couldn't take the cold shoulder anymore.

She wouldn't talk to him but she would make enough food for both of them. She was leaving Severus by himself as much as she could.

"Hermione, Veuillez patienter. Je suis désolé, j'ai été cruel Avec Toi sans raison."

(Hermione, please wait. I'm sorry; I was cruel to you for no reason.)

Severus' face was down his hair was covering his face. Hermione bit her lip; she didn't want to give in.

"Tu me blesses vraiment" (You hurt me.) pausing aa she bit her lip, seeing him nod his head.

"Je pensaisque nous nous entendions bien. Je veux dire, c'était sympa." (I thought we got along well. I mean, it was nice.) speaking still with her accent, she look at him as he slowly looled up at her.

Severus looked at her, and she was still there. That was good she was talking to him also good.

Severus carried on speaking Frencb to her. He saw how it affected her.

"Nous étions, j'ai eu peur, je sais wur c'est idiot mais je ne voulias pas m'attacher"

(We were, I was scared, I know it's silly but I didn't want to get attached) his voice trembled

"So you pushed me away, hurting me before you might have been hurt" her voice was soft. Not full of anger, she put her hand on his face titling his face to look at her. He just nodded his head.

She shook her head. "I have had the biggest crush on you for, for year, and the more time we spend together or turned into love. I mean, know I am young..".she was cute off by Severus following actions

Severus' hands went through her curls;pulled her in, their lios almost touched. Before he knew it Hermione closed the gap; as they started gently, they got more passionate. Her hands went to him, and one of his hands moved down to her waist.

Both pulled back, and Hermione was blushing. Both their chest heaving. Their foreheads touched a d they both smiled at one another.

Hermione was butting her lip as he spoke to her "Eh bien, c'était très gentil, chérie" (Well, that was very sweet, honey); his voice was Sultry as he spoke to her. He was watching her bit her lip lip.

"Ohh, your voice," she moaned out.</p><p>He could help but let out his deep ruble of a laugh. Once again, she groanee and hid her face in his neck.

"Oh, do you like my voice" he spoke, slowly dropping his voice as he spoke.

"Can this be more than here? I want to try with us. " she smiled nervously at him. He was nodding his head slowly.

"Yes I would like that too," he spoke and started kissing her jaw. " we can go slow and see how it goes. Let's have dinner then bed, and maybe we can cuddle." he mummbles out the last part. Hoping she wouldn't laugh at him.

She gave him a small peck. "Yes let's cook together then and then cuddling sounds lovely.

The pair, did just that;they made dinner and cuddle into each other. They woke tangled in each others arms. They love it, the snkwdd finally cleaned enough for them to leave.

The couple looked newly engaged as they walked around the moment looking for their plant. Once they found its they headed back. Lucky not to run into anyone else looking for the same plant.

(this is lavender. I just thought it looked good and fitted it well.)

They returned to England to the order. No one could see the looks they gave each other or how Hermione always sat next to him at every meal now. Ron had no clue why Hermione said she wasn't interested in him in that way. But he shrugged it off;at least they were friends, he thought.

Hermione would always sneak into Severus's room as they would cuddle. There was only one member who caught on, and that was Remus, who checked that Hermione was happy, as she said she couldn't be happier with him. Remus left it at that. Every morning Hermione would wake in his arms. She could help but look up at the man who was looking down at her, smiling at her—his hand playing with her hair.

"je t'aime mon serpent" (I love you, my snake). Hermione smiled up at him. She was kissing his cheek. Severus looked into her with such care and love.

"je t'aime ma lionne" (I love you, my Lionness).

( I know it is a lion and not a lionness, but it works. I got this from google. I believe that it is by Potter-Art on Redbubble)

I did have this on Ao3 but I took it down. I hope you guys enjoy it. This is my first fanfic. It was requested.

#hp fanfic #hermione fanfiction #hermione granger #severus snape #severus x hermione #order of the phoenix #mission #Love #Magic #hermione/snape

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