Okay now I need the same energy for the police officers that killed Breonna Taylor.
PLEASE hype Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings as much as you hyped The Falcon and The Winter Soldier or Wandavision, it deserves all the love and REPRESENTATION MATTERS.
With all the Asian hate going around, THIS is our moment as a fandom to show love and support, and hype this the fuck up because it’s gonna be BRILLIANT!
I love these short scenes you’ve been giving us!! My request is right when Iella fell for Din, but there’s no way she told him for a while... poor din was crazy about her but she was holding out
Thank you so much for your request! I hope I did it justice! xx
Pairing: Din x Iella (Female OC)
Word count: 1234
Iella was terrified to fall for her Mandalorian companion.
He was her saviour, her guiding light in the strange new world she found herself in. She didn’t want to ruin the friendship they had created with her petty crush.
He was intimidating and gruff but also kind and gentle. How could she not fall for him?
She could remember the little moments that made her realize she was doomed to fall in love with him. It started only a few weeks into her time at the covert and the two of them were working on fighting techniques.
She had just successfully knocked him off his feet and with a bashful blush on her cheeks and a barely constrained triumphant grin she called out to him wearily.
Din was getting back to his feet, a smile growing beneath his helmet.
“That was good.” He told her and she sighed in relief. “Stop stressing, El. You’re getting better everyday.”
Iella stood frozen in her spot, her wide eyes now staring blankly at her friend as a small smile began to grow. Her stomach flipped wildly, her heart beginning to beat faster.
“What did you say?” She asked and Din went rigid, his helmet snapping over to meet her gaze.
“You called me El.”
Din opened his mouth to refuse the use of the nickname, but he stopped. There was no denying that he let it slip and he could feel his face burning with an intense blush.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“Don’t be. I liked it.” She interrupted. “No one’s ever given me a nickname before.” She admitted quietly, feeling more special than she ever thought something as simple as a nickname from someone she admired could make her feel.
It was a year later, when she had followed him to a new job, that she began to realize just why they had the connection they did.
Their rag tag group of mercenaries were out for a night of partying. Iella found herself sitting at a table in the corner of the crowded cantina, watching with furrowed brows as Xi’an grinded on some poor fool who had no idea what he was getting himself into.
Quin kept trying to feed her drinks and she kept refusing.
Her anxiety was high with all the people around her. No one’s eyes found her, but the threat they would had her feeling uncomfortable.
She tried her hardest to not let her anxiety ruin what was her first night out to unwind in weeks. Focusing on the song that was loudly playing, she tapped her foot subtly, the only indication that she was having at least a little bit of a good time.
“Why don’t you go up there and dance?” Din asked from his seat beside her.
She snapped her head upwards, a look of disbelief on her face. The thought of dancing in front of the enormous crowd of people was never even an option for her and she let out a slight scoff, shaking her head.
“Why not, you like this song don’t you?”
Iella stared back at him, a slightly shocked expression on her face. She still wasn’t used to how observant he was.
“I don’t need all those people watching me embarrass myself.”
Din kept his eyes on her. That damn helmet couldn’t even hide that. Iella shifted in her seat, her fingers beginning to fidget as she suddenly felt like she was under a microscope. It wasn’t often that she was so open about her introvertedness that she felt made her a target in their line of work.
“I get it.” Din said softly, causing her to look up at him slowly. “It’s hard to have fun in front of a crowd.”
Butterflies erupted within her and she looked back at him with a small smile. The Mandalorian in front of her was the strongest person she’d ever met. To know he felt the same insecurities that she felt hindered her, changed everything.
“Yeah.” She practically whispered, emotion caught in her throat.
Iella found it amazing that the man who intimidated so many could be just what she needed to feel better, to relate to.
The next day, as she prepared for another day of grueling work, she stood in front of the mirror, softly singing the song from the night before under her breath as she braided her hair.
As the song progressed, the braver she became. She knew the others had already headed out for breakfast and she felt free to sing louder.
She didn’t notice the figure that lingered at her door, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her fondly. It wasn’t until she turned on her heel to exit the room, that she saw Din leaned in her doorway and she screamed, jumping in fright.
“Fuck, Mando! What the hell, can’t you knock?!” She yelled.
Her first instinct was to feel mortified. The man she has a crush on had just caught her singing to herself. Ok, it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing that could have happened, but to her, it was enough for her to want to crawl inside a hole and never see the light of day again.
But then something amazing happened.
Din laughed loudly, a rich and happy sound that she had never heard before.
Iella soon found herself fighting her own smile. Knowing the damaged man in front of her felt comfortable enough to let loose and laugh with her had every self conscious thought fading away to nothing.
“I’m glad I could amuse you.” She drawled sarcastically.
Din’s laughter faded and she could tell by the tilt of his helmet as he watched her that he was still thoroughly amused by her.
She found herself now fighting off a blush at his gaze. She moved to walk past him, but he stopped her, his hand gently moving to take hers. She forced herself not to show just what his touch could do to her, how shocked she felt every time he initiated contact.
“Hey, you don’t have to hide your happiness, not with me.”
Iella swallowed thickly, her eyes locked onto the black visor that gave nothing away. But the genuineness of his voice, that voice that only seemed to be for her, let her know everything she couldn’t gage from his face.
“So I didn’t completely embarrass myself?” She whispered, trying to sound like her words were in jest, but she knew he would pick up on the truth they held, the genuine worry she couldn’t hide.
“You could never embarrass yourself in front of me.” He assured her without a second of hesitation. “I like seeing you look so… free. I wanna see it more.”
Iella was sure her heart was about to combust. No one had ever spoken to her so honestly, so deeply about something she tried to keep hidden and buried away.
She suddenly realized she didn’t feel her usual insecurities around him. She never had.
Her Mandalorian had a way of making her forget that part of herself. He had a way of helping her realize her confidence wasn’t something to be afraid or ashamed of.
They suffered some of the same anxieties, but at the same time, they were each other’s beacon of light in crowds of people where they felt uncomfortable.
Even years later, he continued to be her saviour.
Requests are open! xx
So Army of the Dead fired Chris d'Elia for being a fucking sexual predator. The problem is they had already shot the whole movie. So how did they move forward? They edited out the whole man and instead threw TIG NOTARO in the whole movie via green screen and special effects. Oh, and her promo images? A gift to the gays.
Fun fact: editing out the whole man and replacing him with Tig Notaro is the correct response to almost anything
Hiii, I would really like to see Lella having a little accident and din being a mother hen and taking care of her (pre accident and loss of memory of course). I just can’t stop thinking about din being a protector with the love of his life. Amazing story btw 🤍 thank u
Pairing: Din x Iella (Female OC)
Word Count: 1191
“Get down!” Din screamed and as terror washed over him, he threw himself over Iella’s body, pinning her to the ground and covering her from the blast of the explosion that rocked the small town they were stationed in.
Iella grit her teeth as the pain in her arm throbbed wildly.
“Are you ok?” He asked, looking down at her intently.
Even with the helmet covering his face, Iella felt compelled to tell him all of her secrets. He just had that way about him. But they were trying to keep their new relationship quiet, especially infront of Quin and Xi’an, who clearly held affections for Din.
“I’m ok.” She assured him, hoping the strain in her voice wouldn’t give away how much she truly was in pain.
She knew the blaster bolt that had ripped through her upper arm just minutes before would be enough for Din to lose his cool.
That was the last thing they needed. She knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his cool, that his reaction would blow their cover, so she stayed quiet.
Later that night, as they were back on the transport, Quin was organizing for a wild night out, as was the regular for them.
“No, I think I’ll turn in early tonight.” She answered his request, ignoring Xi’an’s roll of her eyes at her words.
She knew the Twi’lek thought she was a prissy, goody two-shoes. But really, Iella was just trying to hide the fact that her arm was bleeding and throbbing in pain.
“Mando? You wanna get crazy tonight?” Xi’an asked flirtily, causing the Mandalorian to stiffen in his seat, finally tearing his attention away from the woman who held his affection, that he knew was acting differently since the fight.
“No. I think I need an early night, too. We need some rest before our next hunt.” He said, thinking of the first excuse that came to his mind.
Xi’an scoffed and stood from her seat. “You two are more boring than I thought you would be.” She muttered as she made her way down the ramp and off the ship.
“Have a good night.” Iella said to Quin with a plastic smile as she moved past him to make her way to her little bunk.
She sighed as soon as she closed the door behind her, finally wincing and showing just how much her arm was hurting her.
She moved to the small bathroom, peeling off the long sleeved shirt she wore that was thankfully black to hide the steady flow of blood. She hissed as she saw the gash on her arm and the blood that poured out of it.
Grabbing a towel, she quickly pressed it against her injury, holding back a whimper of pain as she pressed it against her wound.
Suddenly, a knock sounded at her door, making her eyes go wide.
“El? It’s me, are you ok?” Din’s quiet voice sounded on the other side of the door.
Whispering a quick curse, Iella grit her teeth, and, ignoring the pain in her arm, quickly put on her long sleeved shirt back on. She jogged to the door, knowing the more time that passed, the more worried he would become.
She plastered on the fakest expression and opened the door, only to meet the judgemental gaze of the helmeted Mandalorian who only tilted his head in contemplation at the sight of her. Iella swallowed thickly, she knew he could see right through her.
“Are you ok?”
Din sighed and stepped into the room, slamming the door closed behind him.
“Really, cause you’ve been acting differently since the mission.”
“Yeah, you said that.” Din said monotonously. “Now, tell me what’s really going on.”
“Nothing’s going on-”
“Don’t lie to me, El.”
“I’m not- fuck!” She yelled in pain as Din suddenly reached out to grab onto her arm. He recoiled at the sound of her in pain and, behind his helmet, he wore a horrified expression.
“What happened?” He asked through gritted teeth.
“Iella, enough of the bullshit. Tell me what happened.”
His voice left no room for arguments and she sighed heavily. Slowly beginning to remove the shirt she wore. She didn’t notice how his body stiffened, how he immediately averted his gaze respectfully, his heart racing at the prospect of her removing her clothing in front of him.
But once her shirt was off, leaving her in only a small tank top, revealing her bleeding wound, Din’s body tensed for an entirely different reason.
“Who did this?” He asked, his voice low with a deadly anger.
“I don’t know.”
“Who did this?!” He yelled again, his anger reaching a boiling point at seeing her injury.
He could never keep a levelled head when it came to her in danger.
“I don’t know! Din, It happened so fast, I didn’t see who it was.” She argued back, the use of his name, which he had just recently told her, throwing him for a loop.
He always felt overwhelmed whenever she used it and he was forced to silence.
Din sighed heavily, bowing his head as he tried his hardest to calm down.
“Are you ok?”
“I’m fine, it just stings a little.” She said softly, almost bashfully.
He noticed her averting her gaze and leaned forward, catching her chin with his fingers, making her look up at him.
“Don’t hide this, ok? Next time you’re hurt you tell me.” He told her and she nodded shyly.
He gently moved her to sit on the edge of her small bed, grabbing the first aid kit from the bathroom and returning to kneel in front of her.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered to her in comfort as she hissed in pain as he pressed the alcohol swab against her open wound. His stomach turned at the expression of pain on her face, but he forced himself to continue to disinfect her injury.
They were silent as he dressed her wound and covered it with gauze, Iella having to look away from his intense stare through the helmet which she had become affluent at reading.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I should have told you.”
The guilt he heard in her voice turned his stomach and he shook his head.
“Close your eyes.” His raspy voice uttered, stunning her to silence for a moment, before she realized just what he was asking.
Her heart raced as she closed her eyes and she heard the sound of his helmet being removed and placed on the ground.
“Don’t ever apologize for this.” He whispered, the sound of his unfiltered voice sending a shiver down her spine. “I will always be here to take care of you.” He promised.
Before she could say another word back to him, his lips were crashing to hers, catching her in a passionate kiss that turned her mind to mush.
Din reluctantly pulled away from her after a few seconds, letting his forehead rest against hers.
“You tell me next time, ok? Cause I can’t handle the thought of you being hurt.”
“Thank you.” Iella whispered.
Let me know if there’s a scene you’d like me to write for these two xx
Actor Wyatt Russell receiving death threats due to his portrayal of John Walker Captain America.
This is disgusting. Sending death threats to any actor in any circumstance is a horrific, pathetic, ridiculous way to express hatred. Wyatt’s character is meant to cause apprehension and distain - everyone is aware that Steve Rogers will have no worthy replacement - that’s the point.
If you hate the character, then good, Wyatt is doing his job! He would have no doubt gone into the role knowing that he would be playing a hated character - what he would not have expected however, are the swarms of absolute crybabies claiming their lives are ruined by a fictional story not conforming to their every whim.
With characters that are deliberately designed to be hated, there is often an awareness between the content creators, the actors, and their audience - often the actor of such a reviled character will relish in the hatred, and be adored by fans for not only managing to successfully strike a nerve (which again, is the point), but also because they enjoy the deliberate conflict caused.
This is a human being with human feelings. You can hate the character for all the right reasons (and for all the wrong reasons if needs be too), but that shouldn’t transfer across to the actor. If the actor is doing a bad job of something, you can express your disapproval, but when the actor is meant to be playing someone you want to punch in the face, then newsflash, he isn’t doing a bad job is he?
Captain America is my favourite hero in the MCU. I was sad to see him go, but I recognise it was a needed exit. It was perfect and cathartic and I’m happy with his ending. In Falcon and the Winter Soldier, John Walker is designed be a mockery of the original Cap - someone that will no doubt succumb to evil because *repeat after me* he is not meant to fill Steve’s shoes (from a storytelling perspective).
I’m aware of the size of my following on this platform, and I can’t let something like this go by without mentioning it. If you send death threats to anyone, please unfollow me and don’t come back. Go to anger management therapy. Learn to detach real life from fiction. Apply common sense prior to taking irrational action. And most importantly, enjoy the show!
If you’re sending death threats, you don’t deserve to watch. Stop acting like an emperor at a colosseum with your thumb down and get a grip. I’m also aware that he isn’t the first victim of such abhorrent behaviour, and sadly this will no doubt be the last instance too.
I lovelovelove the idea of some prequel scenes!!! Can I request a few scenes of din realizing he’s falling for her 🥺 also im thrilled that the new chap is coming soon. -🦞 anon
Pairing: Din x Iella (Female OC)
Word Count: 1305
It happened slowly. Well, not really, but Din was too stubborn and oblivious to his feelings that it felt like a slow process.
Falling in love with Iella had been easy, the easiest thing he’d ever experienced in his hard life.
His infatuation with her had started instantly. Seeing her stick up for herself, no matter how terrified she was, he couldn’t help but admire her. And on the trip back to the covert after the rescue mission, when she had decided to stay with the covert, he watched her from across the carrier, his eyes never straying from her form as she held onto one of the children from the slave camp who had decided to join the covert.
Din watched with fascination how Iella held him tightly, comforting the child and whispering words of resolution.
Her empathy for others would be what instantly knocked him off his feet.
He’d never met anyone so selfless and so caring before. He didn’t think someone like her could even exist in a galaxy so fraught with violence and hatred.
But it was when they arrived at the covert when he truly realized how doomed he was.
Iella had looked so lost and overwhelmed by the secret, underground covert. She had her arms wrapped around herself protectively, watching as the Mandalorians side stepped her, leaving her to stand alone and scared.
Din couldn’t bear the sight.
When he approached her, offering to help her find her way, the look on her face, the pure relief that washed over her so clearly, made his heart jump in a way he had never felt before.
She had remembered his voice, remembered that it had been him that had saved her earlier that day, that he was the one to break the chains from her.
And she was relieved to see him, to feel at least a little comfort by his presence. Din didn’t think that could have been possible for anyone to look at him that way.
It was weeks later when Din began to realize just how deeply she had affected him.
Getting back from a mission, he made his way to the training room. He told himself it was to check in on the new recruits, but really, it was to check in on her. She had been on his mind the entire time he’d been away from the covert.
He was starting to feel protective of her, for reasons he still couldn’t understand.
It came to a head when he walked into the room and saw Iella in the ring with Paz, the man’s hulking frame easily towering over her.
Behind his helmet, his eyes widened and his jaw clenched tightly, his spine stiffening with tension.
He watched with barely contained rage. His hands balled into fists as he forced himself to remain where he stood as he watched Paz throw a fist in her direction. He flinched and let out a long sigh as she dodged and it kicked her leg out into the back of his knees, causing him to lose his balance.
Din smiled lightly, pride swelling within him as he watched her use the move he had taught her weeks ago.
Despite the surge of happiness that overflowed within him at the sight of her holding her own, he was unable to remain where he stood as he watched Paz take Iella by the front of her shirt and throw her down to the ground.
Din was moving as quick as lighting and jumping into the ring before Paz could even offer her his hand to help her back to her feet.
Iella stared up in shock as Din pushed Paz across the fighting ring and stood in front of her protectively.
“If you touch her again-”
“Woah, easy, man. We were just sparring.” Paz argued, though the humour heard in his voice was enough of an indication that he knew just why Din was becoming angry.
Behind him, Iella got to her feet and grabbed onto Mando’s arm. “It’s ok, he didn’t hurt me.” She assured him, but Din didn’t answer. His body had stiffened and his gaze was locked onto her hand on his arm.
Her touch, despite the armour he wore, burned him in the most pleasurable way he didn’t realize would affect him as much as it did.
From that day on, he thought about her more and more, his eyes always scanned a room to find her, he always sought her out in a crowd.
It was months later, as their friendship had progressed, that he realized these feelings he’d been having weren’t just friendship. They could talk to each other so easily, she made him laugh and he revelled in the moments where he made her laugh.
He had friends, well, acquaintances, in the covert, but no one was like Iella.
No one else made him feel what she made him feel.
That night, as always, he was winding his way through the hallways to find Iella’s room and say goodnight. He knocked on her door and when he heard no answer, he frowned, beginning to worry.
“El?” He asked and opened her door, slowly poking his head in. His heart dropped when he saw her huddled on her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
He rushed in and kneeled in front of her, his hands taking hers tightly as his eyes roamed over her body for any sign of injury.
“What happened, who hurt you?”
Iella shook her head, looking down at him with a watery smile.
“No one hurt me, Mando. I’m just… having a bad day.”
Iella sniffled, wiping her eyes as she avoided his gaze which, despite the helmet, she knew was locked onto her so intently.
“I’m just missing my family. There are some days where it hits me, that I’ll never see them again.”
Din tightened his grip on her hands comfortingly, feeling his own sadness rising.
“I’m sorry, I know it’s stupid, it just… hurts a lot more some days.”
“It’s not stupid.” He interjected quickly. With a heavy breath, he moved to sit next to her, their thighs brushing against each other and he had to fight hard to ignore what it made him feel.
“I lost my family too.” He admitted quietly and Iella looked up at him in shock. “I was only a boy when my village got attacked. My parents died and the Mandalorians took me in.”
“Mando,” Iella breathed out, squeezing his hand tightly. “I’m so sorry.”
Din just shook his head. “It’s ok. But I get it, some days you feel like that grief will crush you, that you’ll never get over it, and maybe we won’t.” He cleared his throat and sighed heavily. “Sorry, that’s not very uplifting.”
“No, but it’s the truth.” Iella said, sounding relieved. “Thank you for that.”
“Of course. Anytime you need me, you come to me, ok?”
Iella nodded, a smile gracing her lips and even though it was small, it was enough to brighten her features, making his heart race as it always did around her.
“I will.” She said and leaned closer to him.
It took him a moment to figure out just what she was doing, but when her arms snaked around his waist, he realized.
He stiffened, his breath getting caught in his throat. He couldn’t remember the last time he hugged someone.
He was so thankful his first one in years was with Iella.
Din slowly placed his arms around her, holding her tightly. He prayed she couldn’t feel just how hard his heart was pounding.
He looked up to the ceiling as she laid her head on his shoulder, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that overwhelmed him.
Fuck, he thought to himself, I’m in trouble.
Requests are open!
I cannot express enough how much I adore Fade into You and the relationship between Din and Iella. I have so much love in my heart for them and I think you are a wonderful writer! I was curious if you could write Din and Iella’s first meeting? I’m intrigued to read about their first meeting and how doomed they were for each other from the start. Much love to you! 🥰❤️✨
Thank you so much and much love back to you! I’ve been so excited to write this for so long, I hope you enjoy! xx
Pairing: Din x Iella (Female OC)
Word count: 824
The sight of the enormous ship landing in front of the farm made her stomach drop. Iella could only assume the masters had called in for backup and they were about to be decimated.
The coup she had staged had started out successfully, but the more time went on, the more the masters began to fight back and seeing the bodies of her friends laying on the ground had her regretting every single moment of this fight.
The knife in her hand she’d stolen from the kitchen felt useless now.
“Holy shi- Iella, look!” The woman beside her yelled, catching her attention. “Mandalorians.” She breathed out in disbelief. “They’re here to save us!”
Watching the helmeted warriors exit their ship in formation, already making a good dent in the fight, had her hope returning.
Awe overtook her as she watched the fierce warriors fight with a deadly accuracy. She had never seen a Mandalorian before, had only heard stories of their ferocity, but she now knew it was no exaggeration.
She jumped back into the fight, trying her best to herd the children away from the blaster bolts that fired close to them.
Suddenly, a blow to the back of her head knocked her to the ground. She groaned in pain and rolled onto her back, her eyes widening and she quickly threw herself out of the way before the blaster in her face could fire off a shot.
“Go!” Iella yelled to the children who had screamed in fear at the sight of the Master who had attacked her.
She grabbed the chain that was still shackled to her ankle and swung it out like a whip, catching her old master in the cheek.
He yelled in pain and stumbled away from her, clutching his bleeding face.
Iella staggered to her feet, her knife held out in front of her with shaking hands.
Her master shook off the pain, a hardened sneer on his face as he looked at Iella. The hatred in his eyes burned through her.
“You put that tiny knife down or I’ll put you in more chains than before. And you will never see the light of day aga-”
His threats stopped as his body jerked as a blaster shot rang out, hitting him in the chest and making him fall to the ground motionless.
Iella jumped in fright and turned on her heel, taking a few stumbling steps backwards when she saw a Mandalorian behind her, his blaster still raised where her Master had stood.
She felt small in front of him. His stature was large, his shoulders broad, and his faceless helmet intimidating.
“Are you ok?”
His voice was deep, already adding the mysterious and dark allure he carried.
Iella nodded wordlessly, her eyes still watching him carefully.
He approached her but stopped abruptly when she took a step backwards, her eyes narrowing at him calculatingly. Her heart raced, her instincts telling her to be afraid of him. She tightened her grip on the knife in her hands, her face hardened, despite her knowing she would lose this fight.
He raised his hands, a sign he meant her no harm.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He told her. “My people and I, we were sent here to protect you and the rest of … your people.” He spoke hesitantly, refusing to use the dreaded ‘s’ word. “So you can put the knife down.”
He took another slow step towards her, like he was approaching a wild animal. Iella didn’t waver in her gaze or the grip on her knife.
Underneath his helmet, he smirked at her courage. There weren’t many people who pointed a weapon at him and got away with it. And he got the feeling she knew that, but it didn’t keep her from backing down.
Eyeing the blaster that was in his hand as he kneeled in front of her, Iella flinched as he grabbed the chain that rested on her ankle. His helmet raised and she felt her breath hitch, she knew his eyes were meeting hers.
The dark visor gave nothing away.
Iella held her breath, terror coursing through her as he raised his blaster. She flinched again as a shot rang out, but no pain came.
She stared down in shock as the shackle on her ankle fell to the sand below her, broken and destroyed.
“It’s ok. You’re free now.” He told her and the slightly uncomfortable tone of his voice told her he didn’t give assurance all that often.
“Thank you.” She spoke barely above a whisper, feeling her emotions, the knowledge of finally being free, overwhelming her.
The Mandalorian got back to his feet and this time, his stature no longer terrified her. Rather, it comforted her.
“What’s your name?”
“Iella.” She answered, the ease surprising her. “What’s yours?”
The man hesitated, his helmeted gaze not meeting hers like it had before.
“You can call me Mando.”
Let me know if there is a scenario you would like to see from this lovely couple xx
The next chapter of Fade Into You is coming, I promise!! I thank you all for your support on my story!
If you want to catch up, here is the link to the masterlist of my story xx
I was thinking of some ideas for this story, I’m definitely going to get to work on season 2 after these original material chapters are done, but I’ve recently started the idea of a prequel.
It wouldn’t be a full fledged story, but little one shots or drabbles/headcannons of Din and Iella’s relationship. I have a lot of ideas of moments from the beginning of their relationship that I want to write, but if anyone would want to request a particular moment they want to see with them, I would be open to writing it.
So let me know if there is any scenario or moment in their relationship, such as their first meeting or getting married, that you would like to see from Din and my OC, Iella xx