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iamalasagnagirl · 3 years ago

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recommend me some good ronance fanfic pleaseee 🙏🏼

Get ready, there are my absolute favorites so far

by annabeeus

Honey

Post-Vecna and Nancy really needs to take a shower. Problem: that requires her being alone for more than ten seconds, which is not something Nancy is sure she can handle. Solution: Robin. Words: 3274 Chapters: 1/1

savior complex Nancy meets Robin's parents, and it goes just about as well as they'd expected it to. Words: 3313 Chapters: 1/1

why can't i be you? Robin Buckley is deeply, depressingly, hopelessly in love with Nancy Wheeler. Luckily for her, the feeling is more mutual than thought.(Little slices of life in a world inhabited by two girls who can't help but orbit each other). Words: 4193. Chapters: 1/1

Bonus: you should also read all the prompts on their tumblr @nancywheelersgirlfriend, I highly recommend them

by red_banner

the stairs creak as you sleep (it's keeping me awake) Nancy is teaching Robin how to shoot a shotgun in case music doesn't protect her from Vecna, as the Party cannot be left without a sharpshooter. They are both in for a couple of discoveries. Words: 18101 Chapters: 3/3

now the halftime air was sweet perfume (while the sergeants played a marching tune) Three years after Vecna, Hawkins welcomes the whole Party for the summer. Nancy and Robin are still uselessly in love. Words: 76,112 Chapters: 7/? WIP

by uselessdisasterlesbian

And I'll Be Okay, Admiring From Afar Robin Buckley knows love stories aren't made for people like her. She's read enough books and seen enough movies to know that in the end, the guy gets the girl. So when her own feelings for a not-so-prissy journalist expand beyond mere friendship, Robin panics and tries to play matchmaker. After all, she's always wished happiness for her friends, and that's all Nancy Wheeler is - a friend. Words: 4318 Chapters: 1/1

It's Not What Good Girls Do In getting to know Robin, Nancy gets to know herself. It gets gay from there. Set vaguely after volume 1 (and prob volume 2) of season 4, as a speculation of what the future post-Vecna could look like for the pair. Words: 4157 Chapters: 1/1

by HooliganStyle

summer of '86 serie:

makes me want to try her on Nancy keeps Robin company at Family Video some warm night in June, and tries not to think about that electric feeling crackling inside her chest. Words: 2413 Chapters: 1/1

there’s nowhere that I wouldn't go It's been three days since Nancy and Robin went from not-so-plutonic buddies to nuts-about-each-other gal pals, and the whole gang's going river tubing! Nancy contemplates what it means to fight for happiness, over and over again. Words: 2866 Chapters: 1/1

i feel it in my body, know it in my mind Nancy wakes Robin up to spirit her away on a long drive to Indiana's weirdest roadside attraction. Robin is forced to face her fears that she's simply a queer anomaly in the story of Nancy's life. Words: 3315 Chapters: 1/1

meet you where the spirit meets the bones Nancy and Robin have to tell Steve what’s been going on between them. Robin and Steve hash it out, while Nancy gets high with Eddie. Words: 4673 Chapters: 1/1

the only heaven that I know Steve has a summer barbecue, and Nancy attempts to move past some trauma. Max and Nancy share a moment of care and understanding. Robin and Nancy finally find themselves alone and uninterrupted in a house with a soft, flat surface; hot, sexy times ensue. Words: 5273 Chapters: 1/1

by stxrdrifter

would i ruin my salvation? Look, but never touch. Admire, but never love. Robin Buckley knew the rules. Don't fall in love. Words: 5242 Chapters: 1/1

to hide from the sky that watches me Nancy Wheeler comes to terms with her sexuality, and her religion. Words: 9136 Chapters: 1/1

by cityseeker

we'll deal with the aftermath In the middle of the night, old rocks turn over to show their ugly bellies. In the middle of the night, people go searching for their real feelings – and unfortunately for Robin, it’s always the middle of the night in the Upsidedown. Words: 4186 Chapters: 1/1

blue nights, red mornings Robin reaches for her. She slides a tentative hand towards her, palm up, knuckles skimming over Nancy’s thigh, the tips of her fingers twitching ever so slightly. Nancy stares. And stares. She wants to tell Robin, don’t offer your hand to me. If I hold it now, I might never let go. or: Robin is Nancy’s safe place. Words: 4516 Chapters: 1/1

i'll keep you safe (in these arms of mine) Eve was evil because she hungered for what she could not have. Eve plucked the apple when she shouldn’t have. You are never compelled to give into your hunger. That’s what her mother had told her. Had specifically warned her. Though she never would have guessed that Nancy would end up here. In a bathtub, next to a temptation in the form of a girl. Words: 4323 Chapters: 1/1

by moonflowerdamie

lost in admiration (could i need you this much?) “Are you sure?” She manages to croak out, voice wavering a little, and Nancy finally turns around. “Yeah.” She confirms and Robin’s falling all over again. “Go to prom with me, Buckley.” Well. How the fuck is she supposed to say no to that? Words: 6075 Chapters: 1/1

i'm burning up (all i see is red) Nancy proved that Robin is hers to Vickie. Now she wants to prove it to Robin, too. Words: 5998 Chapters: 1/1

as the world caves in (it's you that i lie with) “Holy shit, Wheeler, I thought we lost you.” She breathes into Nancy’s hair, still crying a little. Nancy pulls her face away from Robin’s chest, tugging the headphones off as she glances up at Robin with watery eyes. Between the mind-numbing relief, the lingering panic and the feeling of wild joy, something else sparks in Robin’s gut as Nancy stares at her. It’s familiar, achingly so, from years of wanting and not having, and it flares to life with a previously unknown intensity as Nancy keeps looking at her. Because Nancy Wheeler, even dirty and tear-streaked and shaking, is still the most beautiful creature Robin’s ever seen. Words: 4970 Chapters: 1/1

take my breath away Sometimes, she likes to imagine that she and Nancy are the love interests in one of the dumb rom-coms Nancy makes her watch on rainy days; perfect for each other, compelling, inevitable. That’s how it feels with her sometimes, like they were always going to end up here. Words: 1858 Chapters: 1/1

in the darkest little paradise “You wanna know what it is, you wanna know why I don’t like you?” “Oh, please, enlighten me.” Robin spits back and takes another step closer, eyes ablaze. “It’s because you’re an asshole!” Words: 3959 Chapters: 1/1

all's well that ends well (to end up with you) “Shut up.” And she pulls Robin back down to her lips. Nancy doesn’t know how long they stand there, making out in the kitchen like a couple of horny teenagers. It’s long enough that Nancy’s senses are overwhelmed by Robin enough for them to miss the footsteps coming up the stairs. “Oh my god, my eyes!” Words: 14048 Chapters: 1/1

luck like a button (can't stop pushing it) by diogxnes When they’ve left, Robin says, carefully, “They’re cool.” “Huh? Oh—” Steve is flustered, and if Robin weren’t still feeling so off-balance herself, she’d laugh at him. “Yeah. Nancy seems nice.” “You exhibited some remarkable self-control, not flirting with her with her boyfriend standing right there.” (In which Robin makes some friends, finds a family, and, in spite of herself, falls in love.) Words: 24765 Chapters: 1/1

you know there's not another moment to waste by BluejayBoi Robin and Nancy hang out a lot. They're friends. It's not dating. It's not. Robin's certain. Until she... isn't. Words: 4421 Chapters: 1/1

hearts burn quick by caughtontape She gets like this sometimes-- nervous around Robin in a way she’d never been around Steve or even Jonathan. Nancy thinks maybe she was never really in love with either of them. It was too Blockbuster-film perfect, too dramatic to be real. But at least with them, she knew how she was supposed to act. She doesn't know how to act around Robin. Words: 19330 Chapters: 1/1

I hope you can find something you like 😌

#nancy and robin #ronance #ronance fanfiction #ronance fanfiction rec #ao3 #robin and nancy #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #fanfic recs

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alectoperdita · 2 years ago

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for 1/24: seto is a knight under king gozaburo and jounouchi is his squire and they get sent on a mission to slay a dragon

Thanks for sending this prompt! It was a neat one and it definitely lit a lot of neurons in my brain. But I'm starting to get the sneaking suspicion, from this attempt and how loooong it took me to write May you be blessed with fortune and (mis)adventure, that I'm not fit for writing medieval fantasies. So as much as I wanted to finish this one, I struggled with the specifics, especially convincing dialogue.

So rather than let this languish forever in my notes app, I thought I would put what I did manage out instead of WIP Snippet Sunday. Everything I know about knights in fiction comes from Tamora Pierce's Tortall series and the Merlin TV show, and this is very much more of the former than the latter.

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What an unceremonious homecoming.

The throne room was virtually empty save for the handful of lords, mainly ministers, gathered at the foot of the dais. Every one of them was a surly old man, with the surliest seated on the throne itself. The only person Seto cared to see welcome him home, his little brother, was nowhere in sight.

The sparse audience, the king's impassive expression, the invisible yet unmistakable border drawn between him and the royal retinue—it put Seto on high alert. Years of practice allowed him to maintain an impassive expression as he knelt before the throne, lowering his head as etiquette dictated before he spoke, "Sire."

From behind, rustling clothing and a soft thud reminded him of his squire's presence.

"Hail to the king," the man muttered. While he managed to control his volume, for once, the salutation reverberated through the empty chamber.

"Welcome home, Seto." The king gazed at him down the length of his nose.

He kept his head bowed. Neither he nor his squire before the king granted them permission to rise. Which he failed to do for the duration of his questioning. Seto tucked his clenched fist out of direct sight and gritted his teeth as he gave his report on the border situation. Nothing he said was news to the king. Seto was merely regurgitating months of reports previously sent by the garrison's commander.

Whenever he heard the person behind him shift restlessly, he tensed, even if he never paused in what he said as he held the king's steely and unflinching gaze. When he finally had nothing left to say, the silence dragged out interminably. It was deafening in its volume as the ministers traded glances with one another.

But no one dared to speak before the king did.

At last, Gozaburo shifted, smiling indulgently at Seto as a portion of the formality chipped from his posture. "Seto, you are a shining example of valor for the realm. Every knight in the realm would do well to follow your lead."

"Thank you, sire. You're too kind," he said despite the sourness invading his taste buds. A cold dread flooded his body when the king's grin widened.

"There truly is no one else that I can entrust with a mission of such importance," the king continued.

Seto sucked in a sharp breath. Then as it always did, the other shoe dropped.

***

"I don't understand how you can be so calm about this! He's trying to kill you!" His squire was pacing a hole into the rug. After a pause, he added, "And me!"

It was a miracle the blond man managed to keep his mouth shut until they were behind closed doors. It had taken years and more than a few literal beatings (though through no intervention of Seto's) before the necessity of discretion sunk through Joseph's thick skull.

Ignoring the rant, Seto collapsed into an armchair. His once-perfect posture transformed into a defeated slouch. Their most recent quest and the vast distance they traveled to return here took its toll on him, mentally and physically. Needless to say, not even Seto had expected to be called for an immediate audience with the king, only to be handed an even greater challenge.

Some might even say impossible.

Even though they were in his chambers, he knew better than to speak too freely or too truthfully. The castle walls had ears.

Seto's voice remained perfectly flat as he spoke, "His majesty honors us by tasking us with a mission of such great importance."

Joseph froze in the midst of his pacing. The squire spun to gape at him. "A dragon, your royal highness. Your father is sending you to your death at the jaws of a beast!"

Seto sagged deeper into his seat. He didn't need to be reminded. Felling a dragon, while difficult, could be done. But none had achieved such a feat without a company of men at minimum. Seto had been tasked to do so armed only with his wits, might, and the questionable support of one unruly squire.

He squeezed his eyes close and pinched the bridge of his nose. It did little to stave the headache building in the base of his neck and creeping up into the crown of his head. He merely listened as the other man shuffled in the background. Probably resumed his worried pacing.

So he was startled when warm fingers grasped his chin. With wide eyes, he looked up, locking with Joseph's rich brown eyes. The room was significantly dimmer with all the curtains drawn shut to block out the light. The squire's golden brow was furrowed by concern. Nor did he resist as the man pushed up on his jaw and tilted his head over the chair's back.

"You're getting another one of those headaches, ain't ya?" Joseph asked.

Seto should scold him for his diction. For his forwardness. But the pressure crushed his skull until it threatened to crack like a melon. A whimper threatened to break free.

"Okay, you need to lie down."

Without waiting for an answer, the squire heaved his aching body and hauled him across the room. Seto hit his bed with a soft oof. For a hysterical moment, it felt as if the down mattress threatened to swallow him like the maws of a dragon. But it passed when Joseph guided him against the pillow. Then, Joseph fiddled with a piece of cloth, soaking it in a basin of water before laying it over Seto's forehead and eyes, obscuring his haloed view of the squire.

"Close your eyes and rest for a bit. We were on the road nonstop. I'll go and see if the healer has any tinctures that can help." Clothing rustled as Joseph rose to his full height. The bed bounced as he removed his weight.

Without thinking, Seto's hand shot out blindly but nabbed the other man's sleeve. A momentary weakness that filled him with self-loathing.

"Why can't you always be this subservient?" he needled. At least his voice didn't crack.

Joseph's calloused fingers gripped his wrist, squeezing every so gently before he removed Seto's grip. "Maybe you should try being less of a royal pain-in-my-ass the rest of the time. I'll be back."

Seto dug his fingers into the blanket, merely listening as the chamber doors squeaked open and shut. Then he was alone.

***

Joseph Wheeler hadn't been Seto's first choice for a squire. He hadn't even been the last choice. But that was because he wasn't anyone's preferred choice.

Joseph was of common birth. He had no ties to the royal family or a noble house. A peasant through and through. The only reason he'd been allowed to train for the knighthood was because of a ridiculous tradition instituted by Seto's grandfather. Every five years, the kingdom administered a test open to the children of common folk, selecting one to join the current cohort of pages. A slim and unlikely pathway to the upper class if one had the conviction (or in most cases, parents with the money and resources).

No one could say why Joseph had been chosen out of a dozen others. Maybe the knight master and other trainers thought it'd be good for a laugh.

Seto, who was on the verge of becoming a squire himself, had certainly wrinkled his nose at the selection when he heard.

The blond had been at the upper limit of ages allowed. Most noble children would've been embarrassed to be a starting page at that age. Joseph came to the castle without friends or advantages waiting in the wing. No one expected him to last.

The only question was what ran out first. The boy's meager resources or his fortitude or his luck.

But Joseph endured. Not always well or graciously or intelligently. But he dug his heel, bore through all the mud and hazing from his peers, and worked diligently enough to impress enough instructors to advance. Even Seto had to admit he was a skilled fighter.

Serving as a prince's squire was usually a coveted position. Something for which the qualified sons of noble houses jockeyed. So how did Seto end up with a commoner as his squire?

In the weeks preceding Seto's knighting ceremony, multiple lords and ladies of the court campaigned to him directly on their children's behalf. But that stopped after his father, King Gozaburo, delayed the ceremony and sent him to the neighboring kingdom for two weeks.

When he returned, he found himself saddled with the literal bottom of the barrel, Joseph.

Gozaburo claimed this was for the best. Now no noble house could seek to control or unduly influence Seto. But Seto couldn't help but think, like so many other occasions in his life, that his own father was sabotaging him.

It was no secret that he and Joseph didn't get along. They fought every time their schooling and training overlapped. The whole castle knew that. He thought the commoner too crude and stupid, and Joseph maintained Seto "had a stick up his ass."

Again, nobility and servants alike made bets under the table. How long before the prince murdered the commoner in a fit of temper? How long before the squire did something that irrevocably shamed his master?

But if Seto and Joseph shared anything in common, it was the ability to grit their teeth and bear through their sorry circumstances.

So they persevered. Individually at first, and now together. Close quarters always made for odd friends.

#yugioh #joukaiweek2023 #puppyshipping #violetshipping #my fanfiction #my wips #lol i fell into the trap of worldbuilding instead of writing the ship #and I had this idea about how Noa is the current crown prince #he's Gozaburo's favorite son but he's also sickly #dragon humors can supposedly cure all sorts of illness which is one reason why Gozaburo is sending Seto to slay a dragon #Joey and Seto are not together romantically yet in case you're wondering #the plan was for them to at least kiss before they went off to face the dragon #really it's more Joey going 'if i'm gonna die i'm gonna take a chance and smooch the royal-pain-in-my-ass first yolo'

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takingcourage · 5 years ago

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Hi. Ik I'm shameless since you released just 3 days ago a new story of them, but do you think you have the time and the inspiration to write one more heart-melting story starring Cassian x Kellen ? It doesn't need to have major plot or anything, only major cotton candy fluff that makes you smile and go "aww", heh ☺️🍭 It's nothing if your schedule is too busy now and you can't do it, but I needed to try since I miss them so much and I love their dynamic as you write it 💕

Oh my goodness! Thank you for loving them so much, @secretsaladbouquet. : ) I promise I do have more WIPs for this pairing on the way -- they’ve just been coming along slowly and June has been a crazy month for me. In the meantime, here’s a little something set between Volumes I and II.

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“As you can see, these numbers indicate an upward trend in...”

Hands poised over her laptop keyboard, Kellen had a perfect view of the screen on her smart watch. As it lit with a notification, all interest in the topic of their meeting dissipated. Messages (1)

Surely she could be forgiven for her state of distraction. After spending the better part of the summer working jobs that had her on her feet and out of doors for most of the day, the transition back to an office desk job was proving a little tricky.

“...toward reaching our clients’ longterm goals, despite being in the middle of a financial....”

Her eyes slid back down to her wrist as the screen lit again. Messages (2)

Beyond the change in work environment, having devices again had taken some getting used to. Going weeks without a smartphone had definitely done a number to her psyche.

“...implementing this new system means...”

Discreetly bringing her hands to her lap, Kellen rotated the watch in a half circle. Before placing her fingers back on the keys, she checked the notification bar one final time. Messages (6)

Catching Harika’s eye across the table, Kellen had to bite down on her cheek to suppress a smile. Who was she kidding? There was one reason she’d been insanely distracted during this first week back at work, and one reason only: Cassian.

Harika inclined her head toward the hall outside with a jolt that was anything but subtle. Shaking her head in response, Kellen shifted her gaze back to the front of the room. Feeling the stares of colleagues on either side of the conference table, she trained her eyes on the speaker. Only five more minutes.

When she finally reached the relative privacy of her office, her first action was to retrieved her phone from the side drawer. Propping her hip against the corner, Kellen thumbed in her password and skimmed her notifications. As she’d suspected, Cassian was responsible for all six of the messages that had been blowing up her phone.

Afternoon, love. I hope your meeting’s going okay.

I’m just leaving the doctor’s and wanted to get you an update.

Everything’s healing and looking good.

But that’s not all.

I’ve been cleared to go without bandages.

😉

Based on his chosen emoji, he’d clearly paid attention to her recurring complaint that she “never saw him naked anymore.” The spark kindling in her belly was testament to how excited she was to put that era behind them.

Beyond her flickering desire, however, was something more constant: the warmth of affection. She’d been so lucky to find a man who listened to her, even when she was being ridiculous. Cassian made her feel more valued -- more cherished -- than anyone in her life had before. Sometimes she couldn’t quite believe the way he cared for her, so guileless and unassuming. The deep physical attraction was just an exceptionally wonderful bonus.

Lips kinking up in an indulgent smirk, she sent back her reply. As if I needed any more reason to look forward to the weekend... I’m headed your way now.

Gathering up her few belongings, Kellen hoisted her briefcase over her shoulder and headed for the door. As she stepped into the hall, she had to rock back on her heels to avoid running into Harika.

“You’re getting out of here in a hurry. Big plans for the weekend?”

There was no use arguing; the smug expression plastered across her face was a dead giveaway. “I’m on my way to see Cassian.”

“Yes!” she shrieked, blessedly keeping the volume to a minimum. “No wonder you couldn’t focus in that meeting. I want to hear all the details Monday.”

With a snicker at the other woman’s presumption, Kellen offered a goodbye and continued on her way.

Not too long after, she walked along another hallway, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of how quickly the once-foreign building had become familiar. It hadn’t even been a month since they’d come back from Nantucket, yet she’d already lost track of how many times she’d been over to Cassian’s for the night.

Her own empty apartment no longer held the same appeal.

He’d given her a key to his place shortly after they’d gotten back to Boston, but she still hadn’t had an occasion to use it. Every time she showed up, he welcomed her in before she could even unzip the pocket that held it.

She didn’t even bother disguising her laugh as his door flung wide yet again.

Quickening her pace, she made it into his arms seconds later. “I’m so happy it’s the weekend,” she murmured in his ear, feeling all tension leave her body as his hold tightened.

“No happier than I am. It still feels strange to go so long without seeing ya. I got used to having you around through the day.”

Sighing her agreement, she combed a hand through his curls. “This has been one of the longest weeks of my life. I love my job, but getting back to the grind has been way harder than I expected.”

“It’ll be second nature again in no time,” he promised, letting her go with a final squeeze.

“Of course it will.” A sly smile stole across her lips as she followed him into the apartment. “And I have your abs to console me in the meanwhile.”

Chuckling, Cassian pulled the door shut behind her. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist them.” Once they were both inside, he rolled up the lower half of his shirt for her inspection.

After dropping her bag beside her, Kellen’s curious fingers spanned the his ribcage. Taut skin quivered beneath her touch, the muscles contracting as she slipped down from his ribs to his stomach. One, two, three, four... she counted silently, mouthing the syllables close enough for him feel her breath.

With a quizzical brow, he reached out a hand and tucked it under her chin, tilting her face up to his. “What’re you doing down there?”

“Making sure they’re all here!”

Above her, Cassian bellowed with laughter. “Satisfied?” he asked when her counting stopped moments later.

Biting her lip, she flashed him a saucy look. “I’m getting there.” Winding her arms around his neck, she pulled him down for a kiss. The heat of his still-exposed stomach filtered through her thin blouse and set her skin on fire.

“Trust me, Cassian. I’ve had nowhere near enough of you.” Somehow, she was beginning to doubt she ever would.

_____ I hope it made you smile and go “aww.” : ) Feel free to drop by with requests anytime. I don’t promise to respond right away, but I do love receiving them.

#long post #playchoices fanfiction #witness: a bodyguard romance #cassian keane #cassian x mc

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unending-happiness · 5 years ago

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Hi, I've got a question out of nowhere! I was looking to re-read a story And When You Soar that was on my AO3 bookmark list and it's apparently not there anymore! I think it was your story? Can I ask what happened to it? If it's indeed the story I remember, I loved it!

Hi! Oh wow. It’s definitely my story! I’m smiling so big because you want to reread it. So…..as for what happened to it, I got a little overwhelmed with all my responsibilities in real life and how little time I had for writing. All my wips just felt like a heavy weight on my shoulders, because no matter how much I wanted to finish them I just didn’t think I’d ever have time. And I also felt so guilty about leaving them for so long without updates and letting readers down. So, I deleted all my wips from AO3 and vowed to only post them again when they were complete on my end (except for editing) and I could update them on a regular schedule. And When You Soar was supposed to be a relatively quick story, but then, as stories do, it took on a life of it’s own and there ended up being way more to it than I originally thought, so it got pulled too.

I’m actually in the middle of writing a long one-shot right now that’s fairly close to being sent to my beta. I don’t know what’s wrong with my writing brain right now, but I get huge bursts of inspiration for something new, then it fades, and rinse and repeat. Super unhelpful.

Now, the good news is, I’ve found myself at the very beginning of a period of being off work and quarantined at home because of this delightful pandemic we’re all experiencing, so I’m going to attack my wips with intensity and AWYS has a very good chance of getting finished soon and back up on ao3. Honestly, thank you so much for this ask because I wasn’t sure what wip from my list to work on after the one I’m finishing now, and you’ve made the decision easy for me. Thank you so much, lovely human! To hold you over until I post it again………

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And When You Soar-Chapter 1

Alec ducked his head and stepped through the door and into the plane. He stopped when the elderly woman in front of him came to a standstill and looked around, transferring his suitcase to his other hand. He acknowledged the flight attendant standing to his left with his usual tight smile.

“Welcome aboard,” she greeted him, flashing him a bigger smile of her own.

“Thanks,” Alec answered her before his attention shifted to the open door just past her. A tall pilot standing just inside the flight cabin nodded at him and then turned his attention to who Alec assumed was his co-pilot. Always curious, Alec leaned to the side to see more of the other pilot, but his view into the small space was almost completely obstructed by the large man

“Sir,” the woman said to get his attention again.

He looked over at her and saw that she was motioning for him to move along into the cabin. He realized that the people in front of him had moved forward and he was holding up the line.

“Sorry,” he whispered, as if talking at a normal volume would cause further disturbance.

She just smiled at him sweetly again, and then turned her attention to whoever was behind him. Alec shifted his suitcase so that he could fit down the aisle, and focussed on finding his seat without taking out the tiny woman in front of him. He located his row near the back of the plane and saw that his seatmates hadn’t yet boarded, so he quickly stowed his bag in the overhead compartment and sat down in the aisle seat.

Normally, Alec loved being tall. He never needed a step stool, he had always been chosen first for basketball teams in high-school gym class, and he could see over everyone’s head in a crowd. It also made intimidating people fairly effortless, not that he would ever admit that out loud. Being tall was almost always a perk, but he found that flights were one of the few glaring exceptions.

He always sprang for first class when he had to be on a plane for more than a few hours, but his sister’s last-minute plans had him booking the only available seat on the only available flight that would fit into his demanding schedule. He barely had time to get a workout in and grab a quick shower before his Uber pulled up. He was feeling very lucky that he at least got an aisle seat, and even so, there simply wasn’t going to be a position that would make his legs happy. It was going to be a long night and his only hope would be to fall asleep, which was unlikely, as he found it especially difficult to do in crowded places.

He grabbed his phone and earbuds out of his backpack and put it under the seat in front of him, barely leaving enough room to squeeze his black Nikes in there. When he glanced back up, he could see that there was a young man and woman waiting patiently for him to get up so they could take the seats next to him. He quickly stood and moved to the side. The man eyed him up and down suspiciously and then quickly changed positions with who Alec could only assume was his girlfriend so that he would be sitting next to Alec instead of her. Alec barely contained an eye roll. Heterosexuals. He gave them plenty of space while they got settled and then gingerly lowered himself back into his seat, already regretting going so hard in the gym that morning as his thighs still protested from yesterday’s workout. He would feel it doubly tomorrow.

He went through the process of checking and returning messages on his phone. He handled a few work emails and then touched base with his family. He answered a text from Izzy.

Did you make your flight?

Barely

That’s the spirit. See you soon. 😘

If by “soon” you mean in 9 hours, then yes, that.

Grouchy…..You got stuck in economy again didn’t you? Such a diva.

Next time you come up with some grand scheme, I’m going to need you to think of my legs.

Promise, but I’m sure you could use your powers of persuasion to get yourself into first class. 😎😍

You’re confusing me with you, again

Oh, Alec. Try not to have too much fun.😂 We’ll pick you up at the airport.

Hey, I know how to have fun.

And by “we”, do you mean…..

Simon and I. I wouldn’t bring mom or dad. I’m not that mean.☹️

I have plenty of scars that suggest otherwise, but I’ll see you in 9 short hours.

Love you, big brother <3

Love you, too.

The perky flight attendant had started her safety speech, which was thankfully straight to the point and not one of those lame ones trying to make everyone laugh. Alec fastened his seatbelt across his black joggers and logged into the airline’s Wi-Fi. He put his phone on airplane mode as soon as he was connected. He glanced over at his seatmates to see the man was huddled up next to his companion and they were chatting quietly and giggling. He didn’t think he had to worry about them trying to talk to him, but he stuck a wireless earbud in that ear anyway just to be sure. He scanned the rest of the passengers within view of him and tried to settle comfortably in his seat when he decided that everything was as it should be.

The pilot he had seen when he boarded the plane came out a few moments later and did the standard pre-flight announcement. Captain Garroway had a deep and booming voice, so Alec clearly heard the weather and their destination all the way from his seat in the back of the plane.

He busied himself with scrolling through his playlist to distract himself during take off. He wasn’t a nervous flyer, but the knowledge that nearly all plane crashes happened during ascent and descent kept him from really relaxing until they were fully up in the air. Being out of control in any situation went against every fiber of his being, and he just had to work through it. He spread his legs a little, pushing his knees all the way against the seatback in front of him, praying that the person wouldn’t want to recline their seat. He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes.

The plane had just hit cruise height, the most nerve wracking part over, and he was listening to a conversation between a mother and child in front of him when his phone buzzed in his lap.

Alec swiped down his notifications and pulled his eyebrows together when he saw what app the push notification had come from. Of all times to get a message from someone on Grindr, this one had to be the weirdest. He hadn’t even had an account for twenty-four hours yet, only having downloaded it late the night before out of boredom. His sister had joked recently that he needed to “Meet someone on Grindr or something to let off some steam”, and despite everything in his being telling him he wouldn’t be happy with such a thing, he had done it anyway. He wasn’t exactly sure why he had listened to her, because he had no interest in hooking up with a random guy just because he was within so many feet of him. There was actually someone he had something really casual with, but it had been a while since he’d seen him. So, he could probably chalk this horrible lapse in decision making up to being frustrated and horny. Still, he had no intention of using the app, not really.

He thought about dismissing the message without reading it, almost laughing at the thought of having sex with some random stranger in the tiny plane bathroom, when it hit him that the message actually had to be from someone currently on the plane with him. That thought had him sitting up straighter and looking around him as inconspicuous as possible. He didn’t see anyone staring at him, but still, like the truly paranoid person he was, he turned down the brightness on his screen so the people around him would be less likely to see what he was doing. Hesitantly, he opened the message.

It was from someone called “CoyNotCryptic” and the icon wasn’t a person, but instead was an aerial photo of a city he didn’t recognize. Oh-kayyy, that wasn’t going to tell him anything. He looked around the cabin again and then read the message.

I see you’re on my flight. Enjoy the ride to Rome.

Alec stared at the words in disbelief. What are the chances? He quickly tried to figure out who this mystery messenger could be. A fellow passenger? The app informed him that it was someone ninety feet away, which would have to be someone toward the front of the plane. A passenger in first class maybe? Alec looked up at the flight attendants suspiciously. Both were women and he didn’t see a third, but that didn’t necessarily mean there wasn’t another one there. First class sometimes had their own attendant. Thoroughly flustered, he turned off his screen and laid it face down in his lap again, still eyeing the people around him and the front of the cabin.

He made it an impressive five minutes before he unlocked his phone and pulled up the message thread. He clicked on the mystery person’s profile.

All he learned from that was that the guy was 3O ish years old, 5’11”, 175lbs, Bi, and Single. Seemed intriguing enough, but a picture definitely would have been extremely helpful. Fucking Grindr. This was why he didn’t want to mess with it in the first place. He wasn’t going to answer it. Absolutely not. What would he even say? What if the person was a total creep and it was a disaster for the entire eight-hour flight?

Just a few minutes later, bored and antsy, he decided that it was going to bother him if he didn’t at least find out who it was. Oh, what the hell , he thought, and typed out a message.

The chances of this happening have to be a million to one, right?

He tapped his foot nervously while he waited the fifteen seconds for an answer to come.

I’m not privy to the exact statistics, but it doesn’t happen very often, in my professional experience. Does this mean you’re one in a million?

Alec swallowed a laugh. The wording of the message made him feel more like it was someone working on the flight. That was probably less risky than a random passenger. More than a little intrigued, he typed a reply.

By that logic, you would be one in a million, also.

Oh, I definitely am.

How self-aware of you.

Self-aware and humble.

And….working right now??

Yes, although it doesn’t feel like work at the moment.

Because I’m distracting you?

Don’t get ahead of yourself. It could be the 40-ton jet I’m flying. -MB

Alec nearly dropped his damn phone and he was ninety percent sure he said, “No way,” out loud instead of in his head. The pilot!! The pilot was messaging him on Grindr. What the actual hell had Izzy gotten him into?! He had the passing thought that maybe it was somebody else on the plane fucking with him, and he looked around for about the tenth time. And MB? Most definitely not the initials of Garroway, the pilot he saw before. Must’ve been the pilot he hadn’t been able to get a good look at when he boarded.

He didn’t have time to go too far down that rabbit hole of thought, because just then a voice filled the cabin. This one was very different than Captain Garroway’s and it got Alec’s full attention, to say the least.

“Good evening, lovely passengers, this is Captain Bane speaking.”

This voice sent a shiver down his spine and made every nerve ending wake up and take notice. It was a voice of pure silk that made Alec think of skin on skin, of dark passionate nights, of hushed whispers between sloppy kisses.

He was absolutely reeling at the realization that “MB” from Grindr was also Captain Bane, the pilot of this airplane, a man whose voice alone stimulated every cell in Alec’s body. He was thoroughly fucked for the duration of this flight and he couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad about it.

“We are now cruising along at an altitude of 30,000 feet. You may use any larger electronic devices you have at this time, on airplane mode, of course. I’m very good at what I do, but I’d prefer a smooth and easy ride tonight.”

Alec pursed his lips to contain his disbelieving laugh, his eyes wide.

“Please also feel free to take your seatbelt off if you need to move around the cabin, but be sure to put it back on anytime you’re in your seat. This is just a precaution in case of unexpected turbulence, or in the event I jerk my stick a little too hard.”

The passengers around him chuckled at the joke, but Alec thought that there was no possible way in hell any of them could be as affected by those words as he was. This was an unbelievable turn of events.

“My darling flight attendants will be doing drink service soon, and I’d like to ask you to be patient and enjoy whatever quenches your thirst. Please exercise self-control, though, as this is a long flight for all of us. Also, just a reminder that any long arms or long legs that are taking up aisle space, are most definitely at risk of being taken out by Clary and her cart, and need to be tucked safely in your seat. Thank you very much and enjoy the ride to Rome.”

This man. Holy. Fucking. Shit. He needed a drink from Clary and her cart ASAP.

He stared at his phone and that last message. It was clearly his move now, and considering how buzzed he was from the announcements alone, he wanted to make it a good one. He decided he very much wanted to play this game.

Aren’t there rules about texting and flying?

You are in very capable hands. I wasn’t joking when I said I’m good at what I do.

In all seriousness though, my co-pilot is doing all the heavy lifting at the moment, but if this makes you nervous, I’ll stop. I like to keep my customers happy.

Don’t stop.

I’m not worried.

Good. Tell me something?

Ask away.

What takes you to Rome?

My little sister’s impromptu wedding.

Scandalous. Have you met her other half?

Oh, yeah. They’ve been together for a while. The engagement isn’t that surprising, and, really, the quick wedding isn’t either if you know my family. She’s avoiding a lot of drama. I can’t really blame her.

Ah, family drama, ever delightful.

Unfortunately there’s no shortage of it with mine.

How long are you staying in Rome for the wedding?

Just a few days.

It’s an absolutely beautiful city. I can make some recommendations if you’d like……

That would be great.

Perky red rolled up to him with her cart, pulling his focus away from the conversation. He reluctantly placed the phone face down on his tray and tried to not look impatient as he got his wallet with his card out of his bag. She asked the couple next to him what they wanted, and Alec dutifully passed a soda and a red wine over. She ignored his debit card and poured a whiskey on the rocks, probably the most expensive they had on board, and handed it over to him. His confusion must have shown on his face because she winked at him and pointed to the front of the plane. It took a couple seconds for him to get it and then he glanced to his side to be sure the people next to him weren’t paying attention.

“Oh, uh, thanks,“ he whispered, and immediately felt like a moron.

“No problem. If you need anything else at all, just let me know. I’ll be back around for meal orders in just a little bit.”

Alec took a big sip of his drink. It was easily twice the size of the drinks you normally received on a plane and he felt a little guilty that he hadn’t even paid for it. He resisted the urge to look around and see if anyone had noticed his special treatment.

He checked his phone as soon as he felt relaxed from the warmth that had burned its way down his chest. There were no new messages, but he decided that sending him a drink was a pretty loud and clear message of its own and he started typing.

So, now you are flying a plane, texting, AND buying me a drink?! Show off.

Is that a thank you?

Of course. How did you even know where I was sitting?

Well, you see, there are these things called ‘Flight Manifests’ and pilots receive one for every flight. Although I must admit I’ve never found one quite as useful as I do now.

By the way, who uses their real name for a Grindr profile??

People who want their pilots to send them free booze.

Ah. Well, your grand scheme is working out quite nicely then, I’d say.

Seriously though, thank you for the drink.

You’re most welcome, Alexander. (So useful, that manifest)

Nobody calls me that except for my mother when she’s angry with me.

Would you rather I not?

No….you can.

Good, because I’m fond of it.

Speaking of things I’m fond of, Clary tells me that your "longest legs ever” have no business at all being in coach.

Ah, well, you can blame my sister and her last minute plans for that.

Wait, do you have everyone spying on me?!

Not everyone, just Clary, I suppose. Though, to be fair, she mentioned your legs before I had her bring you a drink. Seems “tall, dark, and handsome” appeals to all genders.

I’m going to need more alcohol if you’re going to keep saying things like that.

I’ll let Clary know the gorgeous man with mile long legs in C36 needs another drink soon.

I’m actually blushing.

I’d give my Louis luggage to see that for myself.

I don’t do selfies.

Really? Not even for the man who tried to get you a seat in First class?

It was all booked. I checked.

Yes, it is. But I tried to offer someone top shelf alcohol for the duration of the flight to switch with you.

YOU DIDN’T. Please tell me you didn’t.

Doesn’t matter. It didn’t work anyway. Please pass my apologies onto your legs.

No.

No?

No. If you have a message for my legs, you’ll have to deliver it yourself.

Do you really think it’s wise to cause a rise in the heart rate of the pilot who is flying your plane?

My bad. Pass my apologies onto your heart?

If I have to deliver messages in person, then you do as well.

Can you put the pedal to the floor? Get us on the ground any faster?

Do you know anything at all about airplanes?

No, but you could teach me.

With pleasure.

Lkkdfskhdkhsdfkhd.

Did he really send a keysmash? He did. He did that, as eloquent as ever. Slightly mortified, he waited to be teased for it. When no message came through, he checked his Wi-Fi connection, then his watch, and finally scrolled through his playlist and chose some music, trying to busy himself with something other than shamelessly flirting with the man currently keeping them alive way above the surface of the earth. He was probably very busy at the moment and Alec had to get a grip, especially since they were only an hour and a half into the flight.

By the time the dinner cart went through an hour later, Alec had returned a few more emails, done his budget for the month, organized all the photos in his gallery, and archived all the files on his phone that he didn’t need anymore. He also might have checked Grindr for new messages about twenty times, so he was more than a little ready for that second drink.

This time the other attendant came through, the one with the darker skin and curly hair. She was just as helpful and nice as Clary, but much less hyper, and Alec found that she had a way about her that he liked. With a knowing smile she served him up the same drink as before. She didn’t even try to tell him where it came from, which he appreciated, because at this point he was more than a little self conscious that the entire staff seemed to know the pilot was sending him things.

She took his dinner order and returned twenty minutes later with what could only amount to two standard airline meals and yet another glass of amber liquid. This one was smaller and accompanied by a bottle of water. He didn’t miss how she took his credit card and made herself look busy, before handing it back without actually swiping it. He gave her a genuine smile, very much appreciating her discretion and she patted his shoulder as she went by.

He usually didn’t like to be touched by people, let alone strangers, reserving his physical affection for his family alone. Maybe it was the alcohol warming his veins or the fact that he was currently being lavished with gifts, but he found that the small touch made him happy.

Eventually, he was relaxed enough that he felt like he may actually be able to sleep, but he still declined a pillow and blanket when they came through passing them out to everyone. There was no way he was going to be able to get that comfortable around this many strangers. He made a quick trip to the restroom and stopped in the aisle to stretch his legs and torso as much as he could in the tight space, before regrettably sliding back into his seat. He knocked back the last bit of his drink and followed it with the water, before sliding his tray back up and settling in. His phone buzzed on his leg.

How was dinner?

Pretty good, actually. I think I owe you a few hundred dollars at this point.

Nonsense, it was my pleasure.

Thank you.

Is it sad that this is probably better than any date I’ve ever had?

That’s only because you haven’t been on a proper date with me ; )

Or because I’m bad at the whole dating thing. (Did you just winky face me?)

I think, given the right company, you’d do better than you think. (Yes, yes I did.)

Hah. A high compliment.

How about this for a compliment…….You really need to warn my staff before you go stretching in the aisle, again. Nobody benefits from a passed out crew.

Who told you about that?

Oh, just a little conversation between Clary and Maia.

Ugh.

I like Maia.

AND DON’T YOU HAVE A PLANE TO FLY?!

Shhhhhhhhh. I’m a professional, remember?

And I figured you would. She likes you, too.

Nobody likes me.

That’s very much not true. I happen to have it on good authority that just a small little sliver of your stomach can cause an impressive stir.

Please stop.

Are you blushing again?

I’m not sending you a selfie.

What if I pout?

Don’t do that. I’ll be forced to take one and then I’ll die of embarrassment. Nobody needs that.

*Sighs* I rather like you living, so I’ll give you a pass this time.

So generous.

You have no idea how generous I can be.

You can’t just keep saying things like that to me.

Why not? I’m just trying to give you “sweet dreams” material.

That might be the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.

Did it make you smile?

Maybe……

Yes.

Good. Regrettably, I have to go do the heavy lifting now. I’ll leave you to sleep.

Sleep. Sure. Easy. No problem.

Goodnight, Alexander.

Surprisingly, sleep came easier than he ever could have imagined it would, given the situation, which made him thankful for the food, booze, and the exhaustion that came with being up for almost twenty-four hours straight. He drifted off replaying the messages from Captain Bane in his head over and over and a relaxed smile on his face.

Alec woke with a start when the man in his row slid their window shade all the way up. He squinted against the bright sun, a clear indication that he slept longer than just a few hours. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and tried to blink the sleep from them. When he looked around he saw that a few people were still sleeping, but most were awake and talking quietly, with various drinks and snacks. It seemed he had slept through the beverage cart and probably some announcements, and he imagined that they had to be pretty close to landing in Rome.

He hit his knee on something and looked down to see that someone had lowered his tray and placed a lidded cup of coffee, a bottle of water and a blueberry muffin on it. That’s when it all came back to him. He scrambled around in his lap to find his phone, dropping it on the floor in his haste. He leaned down in the tight space to get it and hit his head on the seatback in front of him. “Shit!”

He glanced at his seatmates and said a quick, “Sorry,” for cursing and causing a ruckus, but didn’t pay attention to them long enough to see their reactions. He had much better things to do.

He managed to fish his phone off the floor and quickly straightened, sliding down his notifications with impressive speed and selecting the one he wanted.

Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. If you need anything else, let me know.

Alec grinned and took a big gulp of his coffee before replying. He needed to wake up fast.

You are a gift, you know that?

Does that mean you’re going to eagerly unwrap me?

It’s too early for sentences like that.

It’s never too early for sentences like that.

How long until we land?

An hour and seventeen minutes.

Aren’t you getting tired?

I’m used to it, darling. Don’t worry about me.

Darling. He actively tried to keep a stupid smile from taking over his face. An hour. An hour until he exited this plane…..through the front of the plane. The front of the plane where this man currently was. Fuck. He needed a lot more coffee, a toothbrush, and a mirror STAT. He looked down at his crumpled t-shirt and jogging pants and swore under his breath. Truthfully, Alec wasn’t even sure he would be seeing him in person when they landed. He hadn’t seen him when they boarded, and so maybe it would be a repeat of that. That thought was too disappointing for him though, so he pushed it away and set about righting himself, just in case.

He drank his coffee down as quickly as he could without burning his mouth. Then he wrapped his muffin up in the package and put it in his backpack, knowing there was no way his nervous early morning stomach would tolerate it. He grabbed his toiletry bag and rushed to the bathroom before the imminent announcement that they had to stay in their seats.

Once he was folded in the cramped space, he brushed his teeth and thanked God for his recent haircut in preparation for the wedding. He spent a few minutes mussing his hair up with his fingers and a bit of water before deciding it was about as good as it was going to get. He ran his hand over his face and decided the scruff there wasn’t too bad, not bad enough to shave in an airplane bathroom, at least.

He started to stretch and then abruptly stopped, self-conscious that people would notice and he’d be the subject of mile-high gossip once again. He returned to his seat feeling a bit more human and a lot more nervous.

Clary came walking down the aisle with purpose, smiled way too brightly at him for 7 a.m. and handed him a folded up slip of paper. He hesitantly took it with a polite, “Thanks,” and immediately opened it and read the elegant script.

Meet me up front, if you want , after everyone else has deplaned.

~M.

If you want. He wasn’t sure he had ever wanted anything so much in his life.

Captain Garroway came over the intercom to let them know they were beginning their descent and Alec didn’t comprehend any of it. He put his seatbelt on when others around him did and tried to stop bouncing his leg nervously. Maybe he had a little too much coffee.

Ten minutes later they landed in Rome without incident, and Alec unbuckled his seatbelt and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. Why the hell was he so nervous? He watched as the other passengers gathered their belongings and exited at an agonizingly slow pace. Twice he got up and helped someone get a bag out of the compartment to hurry the process along. He tried really fucking hard to not compare the man across from him to a sloth, like a total asshole. Finally, when it got to his row he stood up and let the man and woman go by him.

Once they had their stuff gathered, the woman unexpectedly turned to Alec and said, “I just have to know, are you some kind of celebrity or something?”

Alec balked.

The man with her looked shocked as he nudged her. “Jules!”

She shrugged. “What? It’s kind of obvious.” She turned back to Alec. “Which movies are you in?”

Alec huffed out a laugh, “What? No…”

He was relieved when her boyfriend tugged her along even if he was kind of amused at the last disbelieving look she shot him.

The last few rows went by without any more accusations of stardom, which Alec was very grateful for, and then Clary passed by him last, with a wink and a little wave. He groaned out loud and didn’t even feel bad for it.

There was movement at the front of the plane from the crew and he forced himself to not focus on any of it, but instead he pulled his suitcase out of the overhead bin and threw his backpack over his shoulder. He started walking.

It all became too real when he saw Clary and Maia exit the plane behind the passengers. That wasn’t normal, was it? That definitely wasn’t normal. Jesus Christ, his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He got to first class and the other pilot, Garroway, was standing there in front of the cockpit door, his bag in hand. He shot Alec a smug, crooked smile and left the plane without a word.

And then there he stood.

There he stood looking way more beautiful than anyone who had been working all night had any right to. His eyes were bright and kohl-rimmed, his features strong and beautiful even as he nervously rubbed the fingers of his left hand together. He really was a kind of perfect that Alec hadn’t even realized existed. He wanted to devour him.

Alec watched, a little stunned, as he stepped forward. Then, he tilted his head up in a challenge and parted his lips, and that was all it took.

Alec abandoned his luggage right there in the aisle and went to him. He reached out with both hands, pressing one hand to his hip and grabbing his shirt with the other, pulling him into him. He kissed him hard, already drowning in the scent of him, the feel of him.

They started stumbling backward, and Alec realized that he was throwing his weight around too much, but fucking hell, he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t even think as he pressed their lips together over and over. He wanted it hard and fast, soft and slow, any and every way he could have him.

They stumbled through the door and into the back of the captain’s chair with an “oomph” and Alec opened his eyes briefly to drink him in.

“Alec,” he said, his breath hot on Alec’s lips, eyes still closed.

“Magnus,” Alec said, stepping into him even more, closing the tiniest bit of space that was left between them. “Fuck, I missed you.”

Magnus opened his eyes and smiled at him. “Yes, I can feel that,” he said, rolling his hips against Alec’s.

“You haven’t felt anything yet,” Alec said, his voice gruff.

Magnus slid a hand between them, “Oh, this isn’t just anything,” he said, rubbing fingers down Alec’s length through his pants. He curled them under the waistband and tugged, causing Alec to go from half-hard to fully erect in no time flat. “I like these pants…….a lot.”

Alec rubbed circles on Magnus’ ribcage with his thumb to distract himself so he could manage to speak a coherent sentence. “They’re perfect for long flights.”

He nearly whimpered when Magnus retracted his hand, but somehow still managed to narrow his eyes at him. “Speaking of long flights,” he said, “I’m supposed to be mad at you.”

Magnus smiled at him. “Oh, really? Whatever did I do?”

At that moment he realized how much he had missed that. His smile, his cunning wit, the elegance with which he spoke, his humor. All of it. He had missed all of Magnus. Desperately. He couldn’t believe he even considered the notion that anyone he met on a hookup app would be enough.

He stepped back a little bit, trying to be serious, but he didn’t remove his hands from Magnus’ waist, because he wasn’t planning on going far, maybe ever. “Well, you were in the city where I live and you didn’t even call me,” he accused, trying not to sound too desperate and probably failing miserably.

Magnus’ eyes twinkled with mischief, which should have prepared Alec for what came next, but before he knew it Magnus had changed their positions, and Alec was being pushed back against the chair, with Magnus pressing up against him, chest to hip. He leaned in and whispered in Alec’s ear, “Mmmmmm, well, if you needed me to dick you down, all you had to do was say something.” He nibbled gently at his earlobe and Alec almost forgot how to move air.

Fucking hell, if that didn’t make him damn near want to beg. “This is me saying something.”

Magnus kissed his neck ever so lightly, which sent shivers all the way down his body. “Hmmmm, what exactly are you saying, darling?”

“Magnus,” he said, exasperated and damn near floating with desire. Or lack of oxygen. Probably both.

“Alexander,” he practically purred back.

That was the first time Alec had ever heard him say his full name and he hoped it wasn’t even close to the last time. He actually fucking whimpered, and that was when he decided this wasn’t the time to be stubborn. “I need you to dick me down,” he admitted, snaking a hand up and grabbing Magnus’ hair. He pulled his head back and away from his neck to get back some control, instead kissing him deeply, sliding his tongue into his mouth and languidly tasting him.

Magnus moaned into his mouth and returned the kiss with equal intensity, before pulling away to answer him, grinding their hips together once more for good measure.

“With pleasure, if you promise to put that beautiful mouth of yours to good use.”

Alec’s whole body was singing at that promise. “Deal.” He looked around, thinking of logistics for all the things they were about to do, and then he was snapped back into the reality of exactly where they were.

“You’re a pilot,” he said, matter of fact, even if a little breathless.

“I am.” Magnus smiled. “Are you impressed?”

“Very, but what else is new?” Alec answered.

Magnus laughed, “I have to admit this is turning out most favorable for me as well.”

Alec looked around, “How long before you have to fly out again?”

Magnus said, “A couple of days…ish.”

“Ish?” Alec asked.

“That’s what I said.”

“Can you come to my hotel later?” Alec asked.

Magnus bit his bottom lip, then grinned. “You aren’t even a little tempted to do it right here, Alec? It is a Cock-pit, after all. It’s right there in the name,” he whispered.

Alec smiled, “Wow.” Honestly, fuck him for being so sexy while delivering such outrageous lines.

Magnus laughed deeply, and Alec ran a large hand down his chest and pulled his shirt down to kiss what he could of his collar bone. “Believe me, I’m very, very tempted, but I want to get you completely naked, lay you out on a bed, and take my time with you. I’ve had enough of cramped spaces for a while.”

“How could I possibly argue with that logic?” Magnus asked.

“You can’t,” Alec said.

“Text me your hotel information and give me a couple of hours?” Magnus asked.

The “couple of hours” part had him rethinking the whole “fucking in the cockpit of this plane” business, but he pushed away from Magnus with Herculean effort and placed one last and lingering kiss to his lips.

Alec forced himself to go back into the plane to collect his belongings, feeling Magnus’ eyes on him the whole way. When he passed by him again, Magnus was leaning against the door, a knowing smirk on his face.

Alec gestured to Magnus’ uniform. “Are you going to be wearing this when you stop by?” He couldn’t resist asking.

Magnus’ eyes crinkled with his smile. “Ooh, does someone have a kink?”

“Says the man who’s obsessed with my legs,” he countered, grinning back.

Magnus laughed, and Alec thought that it might very well be the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. “Get out of my airplane, Alexander.”

#asks #answers #ever-so-nice #this was so lovely #thank you #and im sorry for being such a damn hot mess #and when you soar #oh how i have to get to working on this #ive missed this version of them #fanfic #myfics #malec #malec au #pilot magnus #the one prompted by the twitter post of a pilot messaging someone on grindr

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