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Spring Fling - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader (Part Two) (18+) / Part One

Summary: You should have known the ‘no refunds’ detail on the website for Spring Fling was a red flag. But you paid no mind to it, eager to be assigned a quick fuck for spring break. When the man that walks through your cabin door is none other than Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, your wildly infuriating fellow pilot, you have two choices: bicker the entire time and have a miserable spring break, or fuck.

Contents/Warnings: smut, minors dni. fem!reader, pilot!reader, enemies/rivals to lovers, lots and lots of arguing, could these two people be any less cooperative, sex seven ways to sunday and then some, seriously like so much smut it'll make your eyes bleed, makeouts, rough sex, oral (m+f receiving), penetrative sex, will add as i post

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A/N: if you've been on my blog anytime since last year and you've heard me mention 'my big hangman fic', this is it! I've been working on Spring Fling for almost a year now, and I'm so excited to share it with you. I hope you enjoy this, and I'm glad so many new people are making their way into our top gun fandom because of twisters and Glen's role in it. Welcome, and enjoy!

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

An uncomfortable nap taken out of sheer spite does nothing to improve your mood. Your neck is stiff now, as is your spine, and it pops when you stretch from your place on the tiny loveseat.

“Well, Sleeping Beauty has risen,” Jake grins, the cocky expression boiling your blood, “Ready for dinner, sunshine?”

“I’m going to push you off of this boat.” You grumble, and Jake blinks, toning his smile down into a grimace.

“Well, maybe some food’ll improve your mood.” Jake rises from where he’d been presumably sleeping as well, though you’re surprised he fell asleep after you and woke up before you. His bedhead gives him away, and he runs his fingers through it, “We’ve got a table reserved in the restaurant for 6, darlin’. We should get there a little early, though, wanna head out now?”

Your nose wrinkles involuntarily, though you wouldn’t have stopped it, “You reserved us a table? I’m not eating with you.”

“We eat together all the time,” He scoffs, “Come on, Y/L/N, this is no different from eating in the mess hall.”

“It’s different because everyone who sees us is either going to think we just had sex, or that we’re about to,” You protest, but he’s out of sympathy to feign.

“Or both,” He grins, running a hand once more through his slightly less messy hair. He’s still barely dressed, and it takes effort for your eyes not to naturally drift away from his face. 

“You’re usually wearing a uniform when we eat in the mess hall, Hangman,” You narrow your eyes at him, glancing pointedly below his neck to his bare chest, but straying no further, “Unless they’ve hired you to be a stripper on board, and I’m just now finding out?”

“Nah, I auditioned but they said I was too good,” He crosses his bulging biceps over his chest, a haughty smirk on his face, “I didn’t wanna steal any tips from the ladies.”

“Right,” You drawl, aiming to move past him to reach your suitcase that’s been mysteriously moved from beside your head to the side of the bed opposite from where Jake had been sleeping. Except, the man blocking your path doesn’t move, and you’re stuck in the small hallway-like space that the loveseat is squished into.

“Hangman,” Your teeth are gritted, and they warp your words slightly, “Move. I need my suitcase, I’m going to change for dinner.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with your dress,” He eyes the fabric with feigned consideration, “Except of course that it’s a little long. It only needs to go up to about here,” He snakes a hand towards your waist, laying two hefty smacks against the skin on your hip that lines up just beneath the curve of your ass. He moves faster than you can back away, but you land a valiant smack against his hand when he withdraws it, “Then you could join my stripping act.”

“Hangman, if you touch me again, I’ll rip off your balls,” You swear, but there’s still a glint of mischief far too bright in his eyes for your liking, so you shove past him, making sure to tap your knuckles gently between his legs for good measure.

He groans, hunching over and breathing heavily, “Shit, Y/L/N, you trying to take out the Seresin line?”

“It’s not that bad,” You drawl, setting your suitcase on the bed and delving into its contents, “But a world where you can’t reproduce sounds like one I want to live in.”

You’re already halfway to the bathroom, your evening dress in hand when he calls back, “You act all high and mighty now,” You can hear the grin that Jake’s voice indicates, even if he’s rummaging through his own suitcase for something to wear, “But later tonight I’m gonna have you beggin’ for me to knock you up, darlin’.”

Jake’s efforts to break into the bathroom you’re changing in are certainly impressive, if nothing else. He tries the knob at first, like you’d have forgotten to turn the lock before stripping naked. When you demand a reason he claims he’d forgotten his deodorant, which is a perfect excuse seeing as you miss no chances to point out his sweat-stench after training.

You spot the stick on the counter and give yourself the satisfaction of rolling your eyes, even if he’s not present to see it.

The second time he knocks, having learned his lesson, “Y/N, I need to pee.”

“I’m changing!” You cry, the straps on your dress proving impossible to untangle. Apparently being jostled in a suitcase wasn’t ideal for the dress’s shape.

“Changing what, seasons? By the time you get dressed our leave will be over, and you’re gonna have to get back into uniform.”

“If you’re so anxious to get to dinner, go by yourself!” You insist, frustration laced tight to your tone, “I’ll figure this fucking dress out, enjoy a leisurely meal, and then I’ll meet up with Daniel afterwards!”

You’re so used to Jake’s rapidfire quips that the silence ensuing after your declaration feels awkward. But it’s a victory, one that you don’t often win against the man outside the bathroom door, and you let it ease the sharp sting of annoyance that your dress is needling into you.

A fist lands heavy against the door, and Jake’s voice is unusually devoid of mirth, “Open up.”

“Jake, no!” You spit out his first name like a hex, “I fucking told you-”

“I’m going to help you,” He calls through the door, knocking incessantly, “Come on, you said you can’t figure out your dress, I’ll help you.”

“Nice try!” You scoff, finally pulling at the correct string and watching as the others fall into precarious place around them. You jab your arm into the hole it’s created and slip the rest of them into formation, standing triumphant in front of the mirror and realizing you look quite like you’ve had sex after all.

You smooth down a few flyaway hairs, grab Jake’s deodorant, and fling the door open, just as Jake flattens his hand to slam his palm into the wood, no doubt trying to make more noise than a simple knock.

You’re looking at his face, and he’s looking at yours, but both of you can feel his hand pressed firmly into your tit. You don’t doubt that he’d intended to hit the door instead of you, but he’s not moving away, either. You both stand paralyzed until his brain catches up with his body and he jerks his hand away, lashes fluttering as he blinks bewilderedly despite the wry grin purposefully etched into his features in an attempt to remain nonchalant.

“Didn’t mean to do that,” He simpers, and you’re certain that’s the closest to ‘I’m sorry’ he’s ever given you. You know him well enough to know he’s adequately flustered, but outsiders might not catch the barely-there pink tinge to his tan cheeks, too distracted by his charming smile.

You overlook the accident if only to save yourself the awkward confrontation, ducking your head and shoving the deodorant stick against his chest. His hands come up to catch it and you make a break for the heels you’d set out by the closet, intent on strapping them on instead of talking to him.

He mumbles a distracted, ‘Thanks,’ when you hand him his deodorant, but the stick remains firmly capped in his hands as his gaze trails after you.

“Your dress looks nice.” He concludes, voice a tone softer than it normally is. It’s- nice. You’re too used to the bite of his southern drawl, the way he pairs a cocky quip with an eye-roll more vicious than even the most belligerent teenager. Now they’re soft and gooey-brown as he stares at the straps on your shoulders. This isn’t the first kind thing he’s ever said to you, but it’s certainly the first in a long time, and you swallow the urge to use it against him.

“Thank you.” You grumble, then, to steer away from the thick silence you’ve been enveloped in, “Not sure it’s worth it, though, those straps were fucking confusing.”

You swear you hear a mumbled, ‘It was,’, but Jake’s back is turned to you as he sets his still-capped deodorant on the bathroom counter, so you can’t be sure.

You’re surprised to find that the elevator is just as empty as you’d left it when you and Jake board to head to the 9th floor. The restaurant Jake had reserved your table at is upscale, and you presume everyone else is too busy boning to manage a sit-down meal. You settle against the back wall of the elevator in silence, looking but not watching as Jake presses the 9 button with a thick finger.

The last time you were in this elevator, Daniel was backing you up against the railing and kissing you.

Just the thought brings heat to your cheeks, and you’re thankful for the support that the wall behind you offers. If it wasn’t there, you’re not sure your weak knees would withstand the crushing weight of your weighty crush.

“Was that where he sucked your face?” Jake’s voice shatters your reverie into a million tiny, unsalvageable pieces, and you forget any momentary truce that you might have had with him only moments ago.

“Excuse me?” You level a glare at the man across from you, unimpressed with his accusation even though it was accurate, “He did not suck my face. He kissed me like a gentleman.”

Jake lets out a bark of laughter, “Right. Because gentlemen smear a woman’s lipstick halfway over her chin.”

Despite knowing you’d have seen any makeup smudges when you’d been in the bathroom earlier, your hand darts to your chin.

Jake takes it as an admission of guilt, and his sharp grin only grows, “Exactly. I’ve sucked faces before, I know what the result is.”

A rather unsavory memory assaults you of Jake crowding a vacationing New Yorker up against a wall of the Hard Deck. You push away the nauseating burning in your chest at the image, intent on never seeing Jake Seresin’s tongue inside of anyone’s mouth but his own again.

“You suck faces,” You conclude, still slightly bothered by what you’d recalled, “Daniel kisses.”

“Daniel,” Jake snorts, grasping for something to tease, “That’s not a very moan-able name, is it?”

“Neither is Jake,” You retort, “Jake sounds like a toddler running loose at the mall.”

“That’s why the ladies call me Hangman,” Jake grins, his eyes narrowed in an attempt at a smirk, “Well, some of ‘em call me Hungman by the end of the night.”

“Oh,” Your face twists into a grimace, and you’re thankful for the dinging of the elevator, “You’re not allowed to talk at dinner.”

“Only way you’ll get me to shut up is if you gag me, darlin’.” Jake laughs, stepping out of the elevator and following behind you even as you storm ahead towards the entrance to the dining room.

It’s an opulent room, chandeliers and crystal adorning every surface. You slow your pace before you reach the reception desk, so that the poor employee doesn’t think you’re going to vault over the counter and attack him, but you’re fairly certain there’s still a scowl on your face when you attempt to speak with him.

“We have a table reserved,” You inform the man, conscious of Jake’s impressive build lingering behind you, present and firm, “Room 838?”

With a quick few buttons pressed on the screen before him, the host nods, customer service smile on full force as he gestures to his left, “Of course, right this way.”

You let him lead, and you try not to get distracted by the grandiose decor. Whether it’s authentic material, or just plastic spray-painted gold, it’s beautiful, and you’re so absent-minded that you don’t acknowledge your table until you’re stopped in front of it.

“Here you are; have a lovely meal.” The man politely excuses himself, heading back to the front to greet whoever else is waiting to be checked in for their tables.

You’d been too overwhelmed by finding out that your hot sexy mystery man was actually your brutally combative fellow pilot to think about what dinner would entail beyond heated bickering. He’d drawn a comparison to the mess hall and your brain had run with it, but this is decidedly different from the drab benches you’re used to.

This is a small, delicate, round table, a white tablecloth draped elegantly overtop. It’s two candles, giving off a small aura of warm light around the dim restaurant, crystalline dishes framed with polished silverware. It’s an enclosed space, it’s knees brushing and eyes twinkling with candlelight, it’s electric shocks when skin meets skin. It’s romantic by design, and you refuse to share it with Hangman.

But you can’t refuse.

The waitstaff is limited and overworked, evidenced by the mountain of covered trays you see them rushing to different tables. It would be rude to storm out, and while you’re not worried about offending Jake, you don’t want to inconvenience the staff.

Jake sniffs out your internal conflict by only a glance at your stiff stance, a skill he’s acquired after years of working out the perfect way to get under your skin. He can read you like a book, and he knows fury and guilt are waging war in your head right now.

You’d like to think he thought fury would win, but it’s guilt in the end. You step towards your chair, reaching out with two fingers to pinch the candle on your side of the table. The flame snuffs out beneath your touch, and the mild burning sensation is worth it to hear Jake scoff.

“Nicely done, killer,” He drawls, sounding offensively unperturbed by your obvious dislike of him. To your complete and utter indignance he reaches behind your back to pull the chair out from it’s seat, offering it to you as a peace treaty.

You are not a peaceful person, not when it comes to Hangman.

You take the opposite seat, maintaining sharp eye contact with Jake as you sit down. He inhales, and you take satisfaction in the puff of his chest, a telltale sign that he’s beginning to get aggravated. He lowers himself into his own seat, but notices the way your hand darts for the one candle that’s still lit, and he snatches it out of your way before you can snuff it out. It causes the silverware on the table to rattle, and you and Jake are required to send placatingly charming smiles to the people at nearby tables who turned at the commotion.

He turns that once-dazzling grin on you like a weapon as he relights the blackened wick of the candle you’d pinched, letting it burn once more to illuminate his features.

You don’t waste a second in snuffing it out again, “The point was so that I didn’t have to see your ugly face.”

“You are the most charming dinner guest I’ve ever had the pleasure of dining with,” Jake croons, unflappable as ever, “Put your napkin on your lap, Y/N, it’ll keep your dress dry when you’re drooling over me.”

You take ash-stained fingers and leave streaky, dark prints on the white cloth napkin, draping it over your lap and folding your hands neatly over it.

“Careful, Hangman,” You warn, your voice low and your face deceptively cheery as you nod kindly at a passing waiter, “They gave me two different knives to stab you with.”

“God, why are you so pissy?” He asks, and for a moment, you don’t know the answer. It catches you off guard, and that’s never supposed to happen, not around Hangman. He speaks again before you have the chance to respond- typical.

“So, we ended up on the same sex boat. Whatever, Y/L/N, shit happens.” His jaw is tense, fraught with annoyance while his eyes blaze like the jet engines he’s so used to gunning, “I’m just teasing, y’know. You know me, I’m not a monster, I’m not going to force you to have sex with me. If you don’t want to, then we won’t, and that’s that. You don’t have to keep snapping at me, I won’t bite you.”

It’s possibly the most heartfelt, sincere thing that Hangman has ever said to you, albeit in exasperation, and you’re not sure you’re comfortable with that. Your rapport with the man has always been full of quips and jabs, nothing like what he’s just unleashed. You’d known he must have had a soft side, but you thought perhaps he’d left it back in Texas, because this is something new. You see a waiter approaching from behind Jake and smile politely at them, clueing your dinner date in to their appearance.

“Unless you want me to,” Jake adds with an insufferable wink, using the last few seconds that you’re able to speak freely to tease you. 

“Welcome,” The waiter smiles, once more with that impeccably tuned customer service politeness as he hands a wine list to Jake, “What can I get started for you this evening?”

As much as you hate to admit it, Jake’s teasing quip is familiar, a well-worn blanket you find comfort shrouding yourself in, and it breaks the awkward tension that had arisen when Hangman had spoken so sincerely towards you.

You don’t dare let a smile grace your features, but one tries; instead you settle for a kick to his shin beneath the elegant white tablecloth.

“We’ll have- mm! The- uh, the…” Jake trails off, eyes roving down the selection and realizing too late that he’s more attuned to cheap liquor in a beachside bar than he is to elegant pairings of food and wine. He recovers quickly, that special brand of Seresin charm, grinning across the table at you, “Actually, we’d like it if you surprised us. Money’s no object,” He throws in a grotesquely over-the-top wink, “Just make it special for my roommate here.”

Your teeth ache as you grind them together in a smile, and you swear you can feel your right eye begging to twitch, “How considerate of you, Jake.”

“Anything for you, dear,” He replies easily, accepting two dinner menus from the waiter and thanking him. You maintain the common courtesy of waiting until the poor man is out of earshot before tearing into Jake, and he’s lucky he’s got both of the menus still in his hands, or you’d smack him upside the head with one.

“I’m not paying out of my ass to get drunk at a candlelight dinner with you.” You hiss, courteous of the other patrons, but barely able to contain yourself.

“No, you’re not.” He agrees, blinking like he’s not sure why you’re close to shouting, “I am.”

“That’s- ooh!” You fume, eyes clamped shut and jaw so tight it hurts. You take a second to breathe, “Hangman, you know damn well I don’t like owing you money.”

You have a very strict no-loans policy, though it only applies to yourself. You have no problem spotting Natasha for a few drinks, or treating Javy to animal fries at In-N-Out, but you’d rather die than let someone use their dollar for your snack at a vending machine. Feeling like you owe something makes your skin crawl, and it’s something your friends have all had to accept. All, of course, except for Hangman, who seems to delight in making your skin crawl.

“You don’t owe me money,” He laughs, taking a sip of the glass of ice water that had been waiting at his place on the table, “And you don’t owe me anything else either, darlin’. I’m paying for the wine.”

“Then I’m not drinking it,” You decide, still caught in your blustering fury, “I’m too tired to deal with your bullshit - you can mill around the ship and beg some poor woman to drink with you, and I’ll go back to our cabin and sleep.”

You wish that the man across from you wasn’t so adept at setting your nerves on fire. You chalk it up to years and years of flying together, at each other’s throats despite being on the same team, but Jake really is able to infuriate you with something as simple as a grin. The way that hollow manipulation glazes over his eyes each time he doles out a charming smile makes your chest burn, and you wish you could get a handle on your frustration. It’s embarrassing, really, that he knows how to pick you apart and induce insanity; you wish you improved at resisting him through practice, but that’s not how it works. It only gets worse, worse and worse and worse until you’re sitting across from him at a candlelit table, yearning to whack him over the head with a black-foldered menu.

“Fine,” Jake snorts, setting the glass down in the wet indent it had made on the tablecloth before, condensation beading at its base, “You don’t have to have any. But you have to take me back to our room - if I get wine drunk, you’ll have to stop me from kissing everyone.”

The startling admission does exactly what Jake intended it to, and you’re caught off guard, the rapidly ticking bomb of frustration inside your chest temporarily disarmed. 

“You’re a drunk kisser?”

“A winedrunk kisser, yes ma’am,” Jake nods, the ammunition he supplies you with a far cry from his typically competitive nature, “First and only time I’ve ever had wine was at my sister’s wedding a few years back.” He reminisces, still holding tight to both menus as candlelight flickers on his tanned face, “She wasn’t necessarily thrilled that I started kissin’ on the groom, but I looked good in the veil when the photographer came around.”

He’s good-natured about the snort you let out in response, and finally he offers the menu to you like an olive branch, “You gonna whack me with this thing?”

“How’d you know I wanted to?” You arch an eyebrow, taking the menu from him. Prices aren’t listed - the cost of your meals was included with the boarding pass, but extras like drinks are something you’ll need to pay a tab on later. Nevertheless, the food looks to be worth your money.

“You get this look in your eye when you’re feelin’ feisty,” Jake notes, taking a look at his own menu, “Your jaw gets all tight, and I start gettin’ the urge to cover my crotch.”

Today was not the first time you’ve ever whacked him in the balls; evidently he does learn, even if he chooses not to apply that knowledge.

You neglect to respond, no longer irritated enough to tell Jake that he’s deserved every hit he’s taken from you, but never vulnerable enough to apologize. Instead you bury yourself in the menu, appreciating the array of cuisine that you’re not often treated to on a naval base. 

Jake lets you remain silent until the waiter comes back with the wine that he’d ordered, and you nod in thanks with a poorly-concealed clenched jaw to the man when he pours you a glass.

“That looks wonderful, thank you,” Jake gushes, eyes slightly narrowed as he raises his glass to his nose, inhaling the aroma wafting from the wine that he swirls gently, “Smell that, darlin’, ain’t it good?”

You reach for your portion with tense fingers that nearly shatter the stem of the glass as they wrap around it. The scent of the wine is oh-so-tempting; surely Jake’s objective for getting you to smell it was to wear you down into tasting it.

You won’t give in.

“Smells fantastic,” You concede, and if the waiter’s realized he’s in the lion’s den, pinned between two aggressors ready to rip into each other’s throats once more, he doesn’t show it. He merely bows, stepping away again and leaving the bottle on your table.

“That’s good,” Jake muses nonchalantly after a sip, glancing down at the menu in his lap as if you’ll believe he’s perusing it instead of plotting a way to make you explode at the table. 

“Well I’m glad you like it, because you’ve got a whole bottle to finish,” You snipe, “I’m not a toddler, Jake, you can’t trick me into eating my broccoli by pretending it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”

“Who said anything about tricking you?” He leans back in his chair, wine set back on the table, “Y/N, I can enjoy a nice glass of wine without it being about you, thank you very much. Believe it or not, the world doesn’t revolve around you, and you’re not the only thing I think about.”

You’re more than used to Jake’s accusations of your egocentrism, not because it’s true, but because it’s what he defaults to whenever he can’t think of a response, but is too stubborn to let the issue go. They don’t worry you anymore like they used to, but they do irritate you, and you’re glad for the deep, smooth voice that calls your name from your left to distract you from Jake’s insults.

You know it before you turn; Daniel is there with his roommate. She’s gorgeous, her dark hair intricately braided and styled, a compliment to her skin that’s only a shade lighter, and you’re only slightly jealous of the way his arm is draped around her middle. You quell it by reminding yourself that you’d frenched him in an elevator only hours after meeting him, and this is a cruise meant for casual sex.

Perhaps your voice is a notch too sincere when you greet him, “Daniel.”

You miss it, your attention fixed on the couple approaching your table, but a muscle jumps in Jake’s jaw as it tightens. 

“Well, I guess you’re all some people think about,” Jake drawls, his grin now wolfish and lethal, and while your voice was slightly too kind, his voice is slightly the opposite, scathing in a way, “So you’re- uh, Elevator Boy?”

Daniel’s slight smirk is bashful where he bites the inside of his cheek and nods, “I guess that’s accurate. I- uh, I hope you don’t mind.”

“He doesn’t,” You reply before Jake can conjure up any more misplaced snark, “We’re not hooking up.”

Daniel’s brows furrow for only a split second, a confused reaction he hadn’t been able to politely mask in time. His roommate glances back at Jake, and the knit of her brow is less fleeting; clearly she’s thinking you’re out of your mind for not fucking him.

“Random roommates don’t always work out, I guess,” Daniel smooths over the awkward silence that’s befallen your table, and you want to kiss him for it. Well, you want to kiss him regardless, but now you’re positively fiending for a repeat of earlier.

“He’s my coworker,” You explain, “We really can’t.”

“Oh!” He laughs, and his roommate seems equally amused by your poor fortune, “That’s crazy, and- there’s no changing roommates, is there?”

“She’s stuck with me,” Jake continues aiming that deadly grin towards Daniel, and you’re surprised he hasn’t caught on fire yet. 

“Well, if you ever want to switch for a night,” Daniel squeezes his roommate’s side, his fingers ghosting over her exposed skin in the cutout dress she’s sporting, “I’m not an idiot; Danica’s ogling you.”

You marvel at the friendly banter they share after only a few hours of knowing each other, but Daniel seems fantastic to get along with. Danica laughs at his teasing and manages to look barely bashful when she nods at you, “I wasn’t gonna say anything when I thought you two were enjoying yourselves, but I’d be happy to step in if you wanna get lucky for a night.” 

“That sounds great,” You jump at the offer, but Jake speaks at the same time, voice a hair louder than your own.

“We’re not interested.” He dismisses Danica’s offer but he looks at Daniel to do it, something dangerous gleaming in his eyes that you’re only used to seeing on the tarmac.

A laugh escapes your throat, horridly disguised as something casual and not your breaking point, “Oh, we aren’t interested? I am.”

Jake blinks, shifting his sharp gaze towards you, “No switching rooms, Y/N.”

“That’s for official placements,” You sit up straighter in your chair, turned fully towards Jake now instead of angled towards Daniel, “But they’re not gonna come check on us at two in the morning to make sure we’re all in our bunks. We can swap for a night.”

“I don’t know why you’re fighting so hard for a night in his bed, the elevator seemed to work just fine. Maybe Danica and I can have a few drinks tonight, and you can slip off and defile floors 1-4.”

“That’s not-” You’re hot on Jake’s trail, intent on defending Daniel and pointing out the hypocrisy in Jake’s scathing statements, but a firm hand falls on your shoulder that silences you. Daniel’s grip is firm, but not painful, more grounding as his touch practically sucks the fire out of your veins and replaces it with calm.

“I think drinks after dinner are a great idea.” Daniel speaks coolly, with all the perfect composure you wish you had around Jake, instead of the barrel of gunfire perpetually smoldering inside of you.

“Me too,” You add, and one of Jake’s eyebrows ticks up.

“Really? I thought you said you were going to bed after this. Something about being too tired to deal with-”

“Your bullshit, Hangman.”

What you engage in next would preferably be described as a battle of wills, but to the outside eye, might look like a staring contest. It’s your vicious glare against Jake’s lazy grin, eyes alight with mischief as he does what he does best - piss you off.

“We’ll plan on drinks, then,” Danica breaks the ice, and you’re grateful for the tones of her sweet voice, “There’s a bar on the ninth deck, do you want to meet there?”

“That sounds great,” You hope she takes your kind smile for what it is; gratitude, “We’ll head there when we’re finished with our food.”

“Right,” Daniel nods, squeezing your shoulder and letting go, taking Danica by the waist once more to lead her to the table their water had pointed at, “See you then.”

Whatever farewell you murmur is lost in the general hubbub of the restaurant, something that you wish would happen to the grating tone of Jake’s drawl.

“So,” He muses, playing coy, but you won’t have it, “You’re not tired anymore?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” You steel yourself, inhaling and letting your chest puff with the breath, “But whatever you’re doing here; trying to ruin this for me just for shits and giggles - it’s gotta stop. I’ll leave you alone, and you can fuck as many people as you want on this ship, okay? You can have what you came here for, a week-long hookup, and all I’m asking in return is for one chance. I just want one. fucking. chance. to enjoy myself. Okay?”

His eyes cloud over throughout the duration of your speech, and it’s a look you’ve never seen on him before. It’s unsettling, like something’s dimming his spirit, though you can’t tell what. You’ve quipped back at him before, practically every time he’s ever teased you. But perhaps he’s just as unsettled with your newfound sincerity as you were with his, because his face settles into a hesitant expression. You press on.

“You told me earlier that you’re just teasing me, and that you’re not a monster. If that’s true, then leave me alone.”

He looks wounded only by a slight twitch of his eye; perhaps the prospect of being around you and not lunging teeth-bared at your throat is too much to bear. But he nods, slow and rickety like the joints in his neck protest the movement, “Fine. If that’s what you want, I’ll leave you alone.”

“Thank you.” You respond stiffly, glad for the menu in your lap as it provides an easy out for you; you’re not sure if you can stand looking him in the eyes. You’re afraid you’ll see disappointment there, perhaps real dislike, and you don’t want to find out that the only reason he speaks to you is to mess around with you. You’re content in feeling like you’re friends as well, and if he gives himself away now that you’ve asked him to ease up on the teasing, you’re not sure you’ll enjoy yourself at all on this vacation, no matter how much cheap, distracting sex you have. The truth of the matter is that you value the blossom of his friendship no matter how thorny it can be, and you’re not sure if he’s capable of playing nice without an occasional bite. 

You’re sure things will go back to normal on the weathered tarmac, but until then, bobbing along on ocean waves, you want Jake Seresin to be your friend, not your frenemy. If he’s incapable, you want no part of him.

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[booksandabeer]

Steve-Centric Stucky Fics: 5 Recs + 1 TBR

As promised, here is the rec list for Steve/Bucky fics with a focus on Steve-centric stories—all of them not EG-compliant, as requested. It's not quite as long as my usual rec lists for two reasons:

(1) I'm still sick and I can barely sit up straight, so please forgive the brevity of the list, and

(2) I deliberately wanted to include exclusively fics that were written in 2022 and 2023 to shine a spotlight on a few of the many wonderful writers and artists who are still creating absolutely fantastic works for the Stucky ship and who deserve to be read just as widely and passionately as older works in the fandom. Recency bias, but make it positive!

So without further ado, here are five Steve-centric Stucky recs and one more fic that I can't wait to get to:

1. say it soft and it's almost like praying by Somanywords | 41K, M

Author's summary: Natasha says, “Look, whatever the truth is about you, we have no way of really knowing the Winter Soldier's intentions. He’s not all there, he’s not who you remember. He’s a hot mess, Steve.”

“Why does everyone think that?” Steve says, and he’s nearly yelling, but not quite, because he doesn’t need to, not when they’re so close. “Why does everyone keep saying he’s a mess—have you seen me?" 

Post-CA:TWS canon divergent. I literally finished this fic about 15 minutes ago, so I haven't even left a comment yet. I'm still processing, you could say. The author tagged this with "just another post catws fic (but by me)"—and yes, that's what you get. All the usual ingredients are here, but the joy of TWS canon divergence is of course in the endless possibilities of how these well-known ingredients are used, re-arranged, and re-imagined as something new, exciting, and often much more satisfying than in canon. This fic excels at all three and is an absolute joy from start to finish.

2. Daybreak by BonkyBornes, art by PottersPink | 9K, NR

Author's summary: They called it project Rebirth because the person was supposed to be reborn, like a phoenix from the ashes. Steve was supposed to be the phoenix. He was supposed to rise from the ashes of his old body, he was supposed to leave behind his deafness and his limp and the scoliosis that bent his entire body to the left. He was supposed to leave behind everything that held him back.

In the end, the only thing that left was the only thing that mattered.

Shrinkyclinks canon-divergent AU. What if Project Rebirth didn't go right...but it didn't go entirely wrong either? A story about ghosts but not a ghost story. Or maybe something else entirely? Steve fights his body and time and the memories that keep haunting him. Beautifully written, with gorgeous art by PottersPink that perfectly complements the story.

3. Exhale by seapigeon, art by dudewhereismypie | 15K, M

Author's summary: After the Chitauri invasion, Steve parts ways with SHIELD, unsure if he can trust an agency that tried to deceive him and built weapons from the Tesseract.

He finds himself alone in an unfamiliar future, penniless, not even legally alive. Fortunately, he knows how to survive. Steve Rogers is used to getting by on his own.

The thing is, he doesn't have to.

Shrunkyclunks. Post-Avengers canon divergent. A fic that asks the question: What if, after the battle of New York, Steve had told SHIELD a polite but firm 'No'? Follow him as he strikes out on his own, finds an apartment, a job, and friends, figures out life in the 21st century...and of course falls in love!

4. Preberseeschießen by Ginny_Potter | 6K, T

Author's summary: Bucky breathes out and shoots. The bullet hits water… and there it is, the zapping sound of paper tearing.

The light turns on and off three times. Third circle. Just a lick out of bullseye. The Howlies explode in cheers.

Or, the Howling Commandos play a shooting game with the Austrian Resistance and Steve has lots of unresolved feelings about himself, his new body, and his changing relationship with Bucky. In other words, comrades are comrades, angst looms, and Steve feels.

Wartime fic. Would you like to read some excellent gay angst full of yearning and unresolved tension, peppered with interesting and wonderfully specific historical details and Howlies camaraderie? Would you like to get your heart crushed a little? Yes? Here you go. And if this makes you feel too sad by the end of it and you crave a bit of a happier resolution, just jump straight into a fistfull of dollars (5K, E) by the same author, which is not intended as a companion piece or even set in the same universe, but it works just as if it were. (Look at me sneaking in extra recs.)

5. Not In The Answer But The Question by aimmyarrowshigh, art by PottersPink | 27K, T

Author's summary: It rankles that his drink was made before he even got a chance to order it. What if he wanted a change? What if he were adventurous and bold? What if he tried something new?

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Or, Steve Rogers shakes up his gray daily routine in 2014 by going back home to Vinegar Hill. To his surprise, the Jewish deli he used to frequent with Arnie is still standing.

And Steve's whole life changes again.

Shrunkyclunks. Post-Avengers canon divergent. A lost and lonely Steve tries to figure out who he was, is and most importantly, wants to be in this new century he's found himself in that is both terrifying and full of possibilities. Told in vignettes (I did not count, but I believe all of them are exactly 100 word drabbles) that perfectly illustrate the fragmented mind and life of its protagonist and his experience of constantly shifting and adjusting between past and present. A story about identity, memory, self-acceptance, and finding the courage to love and let yourself be loved. And food. So much amazing food!

+ 1 TBR: Operation: Gros Michel by SquadOfCats | 358K, E

Author's summary: “It starts with bananas. Of course, it's not really about the bananas. Just like a camel isn't bothered by one single straw, just like a dam doesn't break because of one extra drop. Obviously, Steve's mental breakdown isn't about bananas.”

Steve is overwhelmed and hanging by a thread, doing his best to take care of Bucky while still deeply traumatized himself. He finally has a breakdown over the stupidest of things: bananas. So Bucky takes care of him.

In which Steve learns to surf, Bucky becomes a gardener, and they both begin to heal.

Post-CA:TWS canon divergent. No, I did not make a mistake, the word count for this story really does come in at an impressive (or intimidating, you decide) 358,225 words! Which is the only reason why I haven't read it yet. I do want to make time for this asap because the snippets I've read so far were very intriguing and everything I've heard about it from people who have finished it, sounds absolutely amazing. So, this is the wild card pick!

Happy reading! <3

[ironboyxs]

Unseen Hearts

Fandom: Stray Kids

Pairing: Felix x Male Reader

Word Count: 4652

Summary: Y/N is a young actor and singer on the rise who has great admiration for Stray Kids, especially a certain member with a huskier voice.

p.s. this is the first time I write about kpop on this blog, I hope you like it! In fact, I was extremely inspired because I've never written so much! and another thing: I mention a Korean ideogram in the story, I tried to do my research but my Korean is terrible, forgive any mistakes. and always remembering REQUESTS ARE OPEN, in the pinned there are the fandons for which I write

You never thought you would be in a serious relationship with a K-pop artist. Of course, you've been a fan of Korean culture since you were 13 and a friend introduced you to the concept of K-pop, dramas and all the rest.

You were lucky enough to have well-off parents who let you study Korean from the age of 13 because you had become completely obsessed with everything about Korea.

But obviously your life didn't revolve around just that, of course you went to shows whenever you could, once you even got a trip to South Korea as a gift to go to a fan meeting.

But one thing that the idol life showed you was that you also wanted to be an artist, you were in doubt between acting and music. After all, you were good at both. In school plays you always got the lead.

Your mother played the piano and from a very early age taught you everything she knew about music, so one of your hobbies, and also a form of therapy, was writing songs.

When you were 18, a family friend who worked for Netflix knew he had a casting call that was a perfect fit for you. You took the test, with zero faith that you would pass.

But it ended up happening, the series was about a fantasy world, four wizard friends fighting an evil entity, you had a lot of fun recording the first season, you made incredible friends, but you never thought the series would be successful.

Until it exploded. And it became the number 1 series on Netflix, with everyone talking about it. And obviously you and your co-stars started doing press tours.

Jimmy Fallon Show

- Hey guys! Welcome back to the Tonight Show! Today we have a very special guest, a talented young man who is having great success with the new Netflix series: Witchbound Chronicles. Let's welcome the amazing Y/N! How are you, Y/N?

- Hi Jimmy! I'm great, thanks for having me here.

- It's a pleasure to have you. Firstly, congratulations on the success of your series! What has the experience been like seeing your face everywhere?

- It's surreal, Jimmy. I never imagined things would happen so quickly. I'm just enjoying every moment.

- This is amazing! Tell us a little about the series. What can fans expect?

- Well, the series is called "Witchbound Chronicles" and it takes place in a completely new world full of magic, fantastic creatures and lots of exciting twists. I play one of the main characters, a young man named Ethan, who discovers he has incredible magical abilities.

- This looks amazing! And what was the audition process like to get the role?

- It was a little crazy, actually. I auditioned without much expectation, and when I got the call that I had gotten the role, I couldn't believe it. It was a dream come true.

- And what was it like working with the cast and crew?

- Everyone was incredible. The cast is very talented, and the team behind the cameras did an incredible job bringing this magical world to life. I learned a lot from all of them.

- I'm sure fans would love to know if there are any funny or interesting behind-the-scenes stories you can share.

- Oh, definitely! One day, we were filming a scene with intense special effects, and one of the animatronics that plays the magical creatures ended up going out of control. It was hilarious to see everyone running for cover, but in the end, everything worked out, and the scene was incredible.

- And what can we expect from the future, Y/N? More projects on the small screen or maybe even the big screen?

- Absolutely, Jimmy! I love acting, and I hope to continue exploring different roles and challenges. Who knows what the future holds, right?

- Hey Y/N, our research team made some interesting discoveries on your social media. It seems like you're a big K-pop fan, is that right?

- Oh yes, Jimmy! I'm completely obsessed with K-pop, it's one of my passions.

- This is amazing! Any specific groups or artists that you really admire?

- For sure! I'm a big fan of Stray Kids.

- Oh, and our team also noticed that you have a certain “bias” as they say in K-pop at Felix! You've been expressing your crush on Felix a lot on social media. Any funny stories or embarrassing moments related to this?

- Well, now that you mention that this is public I would say that all my posts about Felix are kind of funny and embarrassing, actually. I try to keep it light and humorous, but of course, my friends always tease me a little about it.

- That is great! And if Felix or any of the Stray Kids were watching right now, what would you say to them?

- Wow, that's a tough question. I guess I would say how much they mean to me as an artist and as a person. Their work really inspires me, and I really admire their talent.

- I hope Felix sees this and who knows, maybe you can meet one day!

Some time later, on a live that Felix was doing, a fan asked if he had seen this interview.

Chat: Felix, did you see Jimmy Fallon's interview with Y/N, the actor from the series "Witchbound Chronicles"?

- Oh yeah! I saw! It was amazing. I couldn't stop smiling throughout the entire interview.

Chat: Y/N mentioned that he's a big fan of Stray Kids and that he has a crush on you. What was your reaction when you watched this?

- Oh, really? This is so cool! I was very flattered to learn that he is a Stray Kids fan. I think it's an honor when talented people like our work.

Chat: Would you have a message to send to Y/N?

For sure! Y/N, if you're watching, thank you so much for your support! It's amazing to know that you enjoy our work, and who knows, maybe one day we can meet. Keep being amazing!

Chat: It would be great to see a collaboration between Stray Kids and the series' soundtrack, wouldn't it?

- Absolutely! We would love it! Who knows what the future holds for us, right? Let's hope something like this happens.

Meanwhile at your house

- Y/N did you watch Felix's last live? - Your sister came running to ask you.

- No, I saw the notification but I was busy so I couldn't watch it.

- You NEED to see this excerpt!

Your sister takes the phone to you with a cut from the live stream where Felix Yongbok Lee is simply talking about you, and of course you completely freak out!

- MY GOD! FELIX KNOWS I EXIST!

- Imagine if you could meet him in person?

You stop and reflect for a second

- What is it? - Your sister asks.

- My Twitter account simply has 1001 posts about how handsome and hot I think he is! I need to deprive that now!

- Wow, but it's great that he knows you have a crush on him!

- He already knows because of that stupid interview, I don't need to be embarrassed anymore! - You run out to get your cell phone.

A while later on a gossip page

“Recently Y/N S/N deprived his Twitter account and opened a new one saying that it would be his professional account. Does the young actor have something to hide?”

/-/

Months later, with the end of recording the first season of the series, and the end of the press conferences, you feel that it is time to return to music. You had loved that whole period of recording and promoting the series but you felt the urge to write about it all, to put it all in the form of music, and deep in your heart, you wanted to write about something, something that you thought was really silly. actually, but your mother always told you that music was made to express all your feelings.

Unseen Hearts

🎶 Unseen hearts, a world apart,

In the shadows, you're the spark.

A crush so sweet, yet out of reach,

Dreams we chase, lessons we teach. 🎶

- This song is AMAZING! - A music producer friend of your mother said when he heard it.

- Did you really think so? I think it's no big deal.

- Is beautiful! What was the inspiration?

- Ah, silly thing, you know... stupid youthful passion - You said with a bit of shame.

- Y/N, I know you've been wanting to combine acting and music for so long, Bobby can give you that opportunity. – Your mother said

- You have so much potential Y/N. - Said Bobby, the producer and owner of the record company you were now part of.

- Now, ideas for a music video?

The Unseen Hearts video was a success, number 1 in views on YouTube. The clip takes place in a magical setting, reminiscent of the world of the series that you are part of. Include enchanted forests, ancient ruins and mystical locations, having a sense of magic and mystery. The story of the music video centers on you, showing your magical journey in search of your unreachable crush. Throughout the clip you searche for a masked figure who wears a necklace with the Korean character:  리

Comments on Twitter

🌟 Just watched the "Unseen Hearts" music video by @Y/NActorOfficial and I'm absolutely enchanted! The magical symbolism and emotional depth in every scene got me hooked. Matt's talent is truly spellbinding! 🔮💖 #UnseenHearts #Y/NMagic

✨ The "Unseen Hearts" music video is a masterpiece! 🎬✨ Y/N's portrayal of an unattainable crush, wrapped in magical elements, is pure art. The visuals, the symbolism – everything is on point! 🌌🎶 #WitchboundChronicles #MagicalMusic

🌌 Theory time! What if the "Unseen Hearts" video is a metaphor for the struggles we face in expressing our feelings? The crush, shrouded in magic, symbolizes the elusive nature of emotions. Y/N's journey represents the pursuit of self-discovery. 🧐💭 #UnseenHeartsTheory

📜 Lyric interpretation theory: What if the lyrics in "Unseen Hearts" reflect Y/N's emotions towards Felix? The masked figure embodies the lyrical expression of an unspoken crush, with the ideogram pendant serving as a musical symbol of admiration. 🎤💔 #LyricConnection #UnseenHeartsEmotion

🎵 Melodic connection theory: The musical journey in "Unseen Hearts" might represent Y/N's emotional connection to Felix. The masked figure, with Felix's ideogram, is the elusive muse driving the rhythm of Y/N's heart. 🎭💖 #MusicalMuse #UnseenHeartsMelody

//

The Kelly Clarkson Show

- Hey guys! We're here with the talented Y/N, who recently released the amazing music video "Unseen Hearts." Y/N, first, I want to say that the music video is amazing, but everyone is wondering: what is the meaning behind it?

- Hi Kelly! First of all, thank you for the compliment. You know, "Unseen Hearts" is a magical journey, an exploration of emotions and personal challenges. I wanted to convey the idea of pursuing something that seems unattainable, but at the same time, it is an experience of self-discovery.

- Oh, this is fascinating! And many fans are curious about the character that appears in the clip. Can you tell us more about this?

- Of course, Kelly. The ideogram is an artistic representation, a kind of personal symbol. It's a way to add a layer of mystery to the story, allowing each person to find their own meaning in the song and video.

- I get it, I love this enigmatic approach! And what would you say to fans speculating about the music video?

- Well, it's amazing to see the enthusiasm of the fans and the different interpretations they are creating. The beauty of art is in its subjectivity, right? I love seeing the theories and stories that people are coming up with. It's a gift to see how music resonates in unique ways for everyone.

//

Live from Felix a few days later

Chat: Hi, Felix! Did you see Y/N's new video, "Unseen Hearts"? What did you think?

- Oh, sure! I watched it, and I have to say Y/N did an amazing job. The magical atmosphere, the emotional narrative, everything was very well done. I really liked.

Chat: And the music? Do you think it has some connection with you? After all, the character with your name appears in the clip!

- Well, it's interesting, right? I think art is interpretive, and each person can have their own vision. If music is an artistic expression, it's hard to say exactly what it means to Y/N. But I loved seeing how fans are creating their own theories and stories around it.

Chat: We are really curious! Do you think Y/N might have been inspired by you for the song?

- You know, Y/N is an incredible artist, and I'm just one of the many artists who can inspire him. I think the beauty of music is its ability to connect with different experiences and emotions. If Y/N found inspiration in something we experienced, it's an honor.

Chat: Hey Felix, we know Y/N mentioned he's a Stray Kids fan. Do you think he could have a crush on you?

- Oh, really? That's kind of funny to think about. I think it's always flattering to know that people admire our work, whether as artists or as people. And well, I don't really know about that. I'm grateful for the fans' support and affection, but personal relationships are something private, right? Let's focus on the music and Y/N's work, which is incredible.

Chat: We're just kidding, Felix! But seriously, what was it like for you to see your character in his video?

It was a pleasant surprise, for sure! Y/N is a talented artist, and it was cool to see that special touch in the video. I think he did a wonderful job of creating something unique and meaningful.

//

A few weeks later you are invited to perform at the Billboard Music Awards, it would be your first time performing Unseen Hearts in front of such a large audience, you were nervous obviously, but something made you even more nervous.

- Y/N you have no idea what I discovered! - Bobby, who was now your manager, called you excitedly.

- What was it?

- So I was organizing your participation in this year's BMAs, and you know who will be there, STRAY KIDS! They will also participate

You froze, you had followed the news, given interviews, seen Felix's live and knew that everyone already knew the obvious, you had burst out writing a song about the crush you had on a boy you saw once at a fan meeting.

- Y/N… are you there? - Bobby asked from the other side.

- I'm sorry, I just got a little distracted.

- I thought you would be more excited.

- Yes, I'm excited, of course, it's going to be really cool - You said a little disconcerted.

- Now are you ready for the big news?

- My God, is there more?

- It has! So the organization was talking to me, and they asked me if you would be willing to sit at the same table as them, you know, you speak Korean, so you can help the members who don't speak it to fit in.

- BOBBY WHAT DID YOU ANSWER?

- I confirmed your place with them of course, I thought you would love it!

- ARE YOU TELLING ME I'M GOING TO COME FACE TO FACE WITH THE GUY I WROTE A SONG ABOUT?????

- Wait, was the song really about Felix?

- My God Bobby, I thought you were my manager and paid attention to the nuances.

You wanted to pass out obviously.

//

Billboard Music Awards Day - Red carpet.

- Hi Matt! We are excited to see your performance today. What can we expect from this presentation?

- Hello! I'm looking forward to the night, it's going to be amazing. The performance will be full of energy, with a touch of magic and emotion. I hope everyone enjoys it!

- Good luck! Now, we've heard rumors that you and Stray Kids have a special connection. Any future collaborations on the horizon?

- Well, I'm a big fan of Stray Kids, they're so talented. Who knows what the future holds? I'm always open to surprising collaborations. - You say with a bright smile

- Hmm, intriguing! And regarding the "Unseen Hearts" video, many fans speculate about the inspiration behind it. Any subliminal messages?

- Ah, "Unseen Hearts" is an emotional journey, an exploration of personal feelings and challenges. Fan interpretations are fascinating, and I like to leave the song open to different meanings.

- What about the ideograms? We saw Felix from Stray Kids in the video. Any special meaning? - The interviewer asks with an insinuating smile

- Ideograms are like artistic elements, each one can find its own meaning. Sometimes it's just a way to add a special touch to the visual narrative. - You say, wanting to curse yourself for when you had the brilliant idea of putting one of the ideograms of Felix's name in the music video

Interview with Stray Kids

- And we're here with Stray Kids! You guys are killing it as always. We're curious to know, are there any secret collaborations you have in mind? Maybe something with our dear Y/N, who is also here today?

- Well, you know, we are always open to new musical experiences. Y/N is an amazing artist, so who knows what could happen in the future? - Felix responds.

- Interesting! And speaking of collaborations, we saw Felix's character in Y/N's "Unseen Hearts" video. Any idea what this could mean?

- It seems like Y/N wanted to add a special touch to the video. I don't know if there's a deeper meaning, but it's an honor to be included in his art in some way. - Felix says smiling

- What if we talk about the music itself? Any thoughts on "Unseen Hearts"? - The interviewer says wanting to provoke.

- Of course, we all watched the clip and were impressed. The song has a unique vibe, and Y/N's performance is engaging. It's great to see artists exploring different styles. - Bang Chan responds

- It seems like there are a lot of secrets being kept! Speaking of secrets, do you have any future projects that you haven't revealed yet?

- Well, we never reveal all our secrets, do we? You can expect more surprises in the future. - Hyunjin responds, ending the interview.

//

Later, after the red carpet, you have to face reality and go to your seat next to the members of Stray Kids. You're dying of embarrassment, not only because you meet artists you admire so much, but because you know what the topic of the moment is.

You greet everyone in Korean, trying to be as polite as possible, they are all incredibly kind to you.

When it's time to sit down, it's as if fate hates you, and of course your seat was next to Felix.

- I really enjoyed your series on Netflix. - Felix said trying to start a conversation.

- Serious? Didn't you find it a little too fanciful?

- It's too fanciful, but I like things like that, it's really cool.

- Thank you very much - You said blushing.

He looked incredibly handsome that night, you were trying very hard not to stare.

- I really liked Unseen Hearts too, it's a beautiful song.

- Oh thank you, but it doesn't even compare to your work, I'm still quite an amateur. - You always had this habit of diminishing yourself.

- Hey don't say that, your work is incredible. - He takes a strand of your hair and puts it back. - Your eyes are very E/C

He immediately takes his hand out of your hair and apologizes. There was a slight awkward atmosphere but the touch of his fingers in your hair were still there. “You’re not living a fanfic, focus on reality”, you forced yourself to think.

You didn't want to do it but you had to, you didn't want them to keep bothering the boy because of the damn ideogram in the clip.

- Look at the clip, and the ideogram, I'm sorry they keep disturbing you with this, I saw some of your lives and how embarrassed you were.

- Hey no, I thought it was really cool! Was it really a reference for me?

You look down, well, there was no point in lying anymore, right? At least you would leave with the knowledge that your idol would never see you as anything more

- Yes, it was, but you know we all have crushes on famous people, don't worry, it doesn't mean anything big.

- What a shame - He said looking down

What? - You were shocked.

- I wouldn't mind, you know, if it was a genuine crush.

You didn't have time to respond because Bobby came to call you to say that you needed to get ready for your presentation. You ran away with your heart racing, what did that mean, what did Felix mean?

//

- Ladies and gentlemen, singing Unseen Hearts Y/N S/N

On the Billboard Music Awards stage, the "Unseen Hearts" moment begins with you positioned center stage, radiating a magnetic presence. The mesmerizing melody fills the room, creating a magical atmosphere that captures everyone's attention.

The scenery is full of fantastic elements, as you immerse yourself in the performance, conveying the emotion of the music through each note. The audience, enveloped by the magic of the presentation, watches attentively.

During the performance, the camera occasionally cuts to the audience, where Felix from Stray Kids is sitting. His eyes meet at various moments, creating a visual connection that transcends the stage. You, while singing, exchange intense glances with Felix in the audience, conveying deep emotions and a unique harmony.

The exchange of glances is loaded with meaning, as if you were sharing your story not only with the audience, but also with Felix. Every facial expression reflects the intensity of the song, as your eyes meet Felix's, conveying a silent, emotional narrative.

At the end of the performance, the audience bursts into applause, recognizing the beauty and emotion of the performance. You, as you come down from the stage, exchange a final look with Felix, a moment that remains suspended in the air before being lost in the effervescence of the applause.

On twitter

🌟 The exchange of looks between Y/N and Felix during "Unseen Hearts" at the #BBMAs was simply magical! This emotional connection transcended the stage. ✨🎶 #UnseenHeartsMagic

😍 I can't get over the intensity of the looks between Y/N and Felix during the performance! Their chemistry is palpable, and "Unseen Hearts" became even more special. 🔥💖 #BBMAs # Y/N xFelixMoment

🧙‍♂️ I'm absolutely delighted with the performance of "Unseen Hearts" at the #BBMAs. The looks between Y/N and Felix added an extra layer of magic to the performance! 🌈🔮 #EnchantedConnection

🎭 "Unseen Hearts" at the #BBMAs was an emotional journey! The looks between Y/N and Felix brought a unique depth to the presentation. A masterpiece of connection and magic. 🌌🎶 #MysticalPerformance

🤩 The performance of "Unseen Hearts" at the #BBMAs was a visual and emotional spectacle! Y/N and Felix exchanging looks made everything even more captivating. 😊💫 #KPopMagicMoment

😭 I cried at the beauty of the performance of "Unseen Hearts". The intensity of the looks between Y/N and Felix is heartbreaking. A unique emotional experience. 💔🌟 #BBMAs #EmotionalJourney

🎶 The chemistry between Y/N and Felix during "Unseen Hearts" at the #BBMAs is something that cannot be described in words. A perfect fusion of music, emotion and connection. Angry! 👏🌈 #MusicalAlchemy

🌀 "Unseen Hearts" at #BBMAs left my soul vibrating. The looks between Y/N and Felix transcended the stage, creating a unique and magical experience. 🔮✨ #MysticVibes #UnseenHeartsVibes

//

You couldn't believe what had just happened, you had performed Unseen Hearts in front of hundreds of people but it was as if you could only see Felix, you were completely embarrassed by it. How could you be so unprofessional to stare at the boy like that? What would they say about you? What would they say about him?

A knock on the dressing room door makes you stand up. It was the boys from Stray Kids and you quickly rushed to open it.

- Y/N, man, you just killed it on stage! It was amazing! - Bang Chan says hugging you.

You're grateful for the compliment, but a wave of self-consciousness hits you. Did they notice your distraction? Did they notice the prolonged glances in Felix's direction?

- Oh, thanks, Chan! I'm glad you liked it. - You say smiling, trying to hide it.

- Did you see the audience? Everyone was mesmerized. It looks like you worked some real magic up there! - Jeongin says.

Everyone laughs, and you join in the laughter, trying to keep your self-critical thoughts away.

- Y/N, that performance was incredible. You brought such a unique energy to the song. - Felix says with a shy smile.

- And I think our friend here needs to speak to you in private. - Changbin says leading the others to leave the room.

Okay, you thought: now he's going to say that what I did was horrible, that it could cause gossip and horrible repercussions for his career. And so you will have ruined the mere chance of having a friendship with someone you admire.

But his response was very different from what you imagined.

- Yeah… I wanted to ask… if you want to go out with me, do you know after the awards?

The initial perplexity is replaced by a mixture of relief and surprise. You expected the worst, but here Felix is, not mentioning anything about the intense stares, but rather extending an invitation to hang out.

- Wow, of course, I would love to! It would be amazing. - You smile trying to hide your surprise.

Felix seems to relax a little, like he's relieved by his answer.

- Great so! Will be cool. The awards are going to be incredible, but I think after that we can relax a little, what do you think?

- I will love it!

- Excellent! See you after the awards, then. - He says with a dazzling smile

He turns to leave the dressing room, and you stay there, processing the unexpected turn of events. What seemed like a potential uncomfortable situation turned into an invitation to hang out. Perhaps the intense looks were perceived differently by Felix.

Later that night…

"Y/N from 'Unseen Hearts' and Felix from Stray Kids spotted holding hands after the Billboard Music Awards!"

"The beginning of a new ship? Y/N and Felix, moments of romance after the awards."

"Fans are ecstatic over photos of Y/N and Felix together. Could this be the start of a new friendship or something more?"

And on Twitter…

😱 Holding hands? This is real? Y/N and Felix together? I'm freaking out! 😍🥰 # #Y/NxFelix  #UnseenHeartsLove

🚢 Is a new ship being born? The internet needs to know! 😏🚀 # Y/Nlix #ShipSpeculation

🌟 The friendship between Y/N and Felix is so beautiful! We loved seeing the two together. 🤝💖 #FriendshipGoals # Y/NAndFelix

🧐 Holding hands? Are we all witnessing the beginning of something special? 🤔🌈 # Y/NAndFelix #SpeculationsRising

📸 Exclusive photos of Matt and Felix leaving the event. Are we seeing the birth of a new partnership? 🤝💫 #CelebrityNews # Y/NFelixMoments

📚 What do you think of a fanfic based on these photos? 😏💕 # Y/NlixFanfic #ShippingDreams

And so maybe Unseen Hearts weren't so unseen...

[jester-lover]

Hello again! As you know I'm here for the opened requests))

Could you please write a scenario with Leona and gn!reader on their very first date? Reader is very excited since its their first date ever, but since its the start of their relationship they're still a tad bit shy to initiate any romantic actions (holding hands, hugging, kissing etc).

Thank you so much for bringing so many awesome fics to so many fandoms, and I can't wait to read new ones in the future!! 💞

First Date

Feat/Leona

Thank you so much for your support and uplifting words! I’m honored to have a lovely audience like y’all, and I'm so sorry these requests are coming in slower, I've been too busy lately.

CWs/gn! Reader, fluff, shyness, nervousness

(also, this gif is so Leona) @nickson-lol

Taking another deep breath, you adjusted your shirt again while looking at your reflection in the small closet mirror. No matter what you tried, something just felt off about your look. You felt a bit deflated as you decided to ignore it and put on your socks.

The walk to Savanaclaw was a little better than your closet debacle. It was a calm evening, and it gave you some time to think back on the last few days.

Leona had asked you out on a date about two days before, giving you proper time to plan out an outfit and clear out space in your (extremely hectic) schedule. You had had an eye on Leona for a few months now, and the feeling of butterflies in your chest whenever he spoke to you was nothing you’d ever experienced before. His genuine, calm, but still fiery and protective nature was everything you needed in a partner.

As you thought back and got closer to Savanaclaw, you felt the same nervousness rise up in your stomach, slowing you down as you saw him waiting by the dorm’s great structures. The only surprise you still had to look out for was what exactly the date would be.

Leona was wearing what he wore regularly, but there was something elevated about his look, as if he simply tried to put himself together a little better in the morning. The fading light of the setting sun made his tanned skin glow a lustrous golden.

He looked absolutely perfect, and his presence felt so comforting and gentle. For once in your unexpected dorm life, you wholeheartedly felt at home. He smiled softly at you once he saw you and sauntered up to you.

“Hey, I found this little spot by the botanical gardens where the sky is super clear at night.”

The nervousness inside of you mixed with a strange and new feeling of excitement, and you held his hand as he guided you both farther than the place you’d usually meet up. When you got there, you marveled at the quietness of the spot. 

It was a small clearing amongst tall grass and wildflowers, where a checkered picnic blanket laid out amongst a calm night atmosphere.

Leona laid himself flat against the blanket, gesturing to you to come lay down next to him. The nervousness had fluttered in and out of your mind as you laid opposite him and looked up at the beauty of the clear stars and crescent moon.

You felt yourself calming down as he placed his hand on top of yours, smiling as a future with him settled in your heart.

[marthawrites]

Hello friends! My name is Martha and I'm a wife, mom, and nerd about a whole lot of things. I'm officially in my 30s, a libra sun, aries moon, and leo rising.

• Aemond Targaryen simp

• Cryptid and monster lover

• Wannabe writer

Archived here will be an assortment of writing resources I find useful, fandom stuff, fandom writing, (maybe one day) horror writings, and things I generally enjoy. So, a hodgepodge! I try to tag most things - look in my search bar! Followers better be 18+ due to adult content on this blog because I am gross and shameless.

Requests OPEN for Rhaenyra Targaryen (wlw) and Harwin Strong (fem reader)

Check out my tag #other peoples writing for all the fics I've read and LOVED ♥ Huge shout out to all the wonderful, talented, and unhinged writers on this platform! MWAH!

Masterlist beneath the line! 

Any and all errors and mistakes are my own. I do not use a beta reader. All of these fics, unless otherwise stated, are non-descript female readers. All of these fics are based on my own interpretations of characters and events from the show, House of the Dragon, and the book, Fire and Blood. Any likeness or similarities to other author's fics is unintentional. I am open to private constructive criticism as I believe there is always room for improvement. Each fic is marked with the month and year that it was completed.

Aemond Targaryen:

One shots:

12/ 22 Knees:  (aemond x wife 18+) during a dinner you witness a Lannister relentlessly flirting with a young lady who’s clearly uncomfortable. Taking matters into your own hands, you begin flirting with him to steal his attention away. Aemond, your husband, only plays along for so long before he dismisses both of you and takes things into his own hands.

12/22 Greed: (aemond x wife 18+) Aemond just really likes eating his wife, even when there’s a servant knocking on their door to wake them up to get ready for a mid-morning event.

12/22 A Surprise in the Library: (aemond x wife 18+) Aemond’s wife surprises him with something that the morning’s kitchen staff was talking about. So much for peaceful studying in the library!

1/23 Darkened Corridors: (aemond x fem reader 18+) After avoiding Aemond for what he deems too long, he finds you to remind you what you’ve been missing out on.

1/23 A Lady’s Thrill: (aemond x wife 18+) A stressed Aemond returns late and his lady wife helps him de-stress.

5/23 Teaching A Dragon New Tricks: (aemond x fem reader 18+) You and Prince Aemond have been giving each other eyes for some time now, and he finally makes the first move. After that, you feel comfortable showing him a few things. His drive for knowledge extends beyond books.

6/23 A Dragonkeeper's Secret: (aemond x fem reader 18+) After being disappointed by a fellow dragonkeeper, an event in the dragonpit makes you think: perhaps not all men are disappointing.

6/23 Leather and Silver: (aemond x wife reader 18+) There's something about your prince husband's belt that successfully drives you mad with lust.

7/23 Only A Scratch: (aemond x fem reader 18+) Aemond requests you, a healer who has tended to his wounds before, to accompany him on a trip to Duskendale.

10/23 Summer's End, Autumn's Beginning: (modern aemond x fem reader 18+) A chance encounter with Aemond leads to a whirlwind of emotions. Over the next few months you both fail, in yourselves and in the relationship, and learn from the mistakes.

10/23 To Break The Tension: (modern aemond x fem reader 18+) You and Aemond have a no strings attached relationship. He has a surprise for you and you are more than excited to go see what it is.

12/23 Morning Lovebites Lead To Sweet Dreams: (aemond x wife reader 18+) You and Aemond share a morning bath and the lingering sensations last with you all day. When he returns to your marriage chambers later than usual, you're sad you might sleep through his return. Once in for the night, however, he makes up for it.

1/24 Shadows, Beastsong, and Dragonblood: (aemond x niece reader 18+) Growing up you and your uncle Aemond always shared a special kinship. As you grew older, tension between your family and his rose. Moving to Dragonstone led to long years of not seeing each other. When you and your mother visited her father, King Viserys, yours and Aemond's relationship changed. It changed further, years later, upon your final visit to the capitol.

1/24 Red Lions and Hidden Dragons: (unnamed male x Lannister!fem reader & aemond x Lannister!fem reader 18+) Close kin to Jason and Tyland Lannister, you arrive to King's Landing with a party of fellow lions to celebrate the birth of Prince Maelor Targaryen. You weren't expecting to catch Prince Aemond's eye, but once you do, neither of you can forget it.

3/24 "Vok" (Perfect): (aemond targaryen x sister reader 18+) You and Aemond pledged to each other long ago. Tonight, beneath the blanket of darkness, you revel in each other's adoration.

6/24 Bloodlust: (aemond targaryen x wife reader 18+) Aemond, unable to leave you behind in King's Landing on his way to Rook's Rest, returns to you after a successful scouting mission.

Mini Series:

3/23 (pt 1) Pretty Girl: (modern aemond x fem reader 18+) There's been some weird stuff happening in the woods and your boss buys top of the line security cameras. You definitely weren't expecting to hit it off so well with the tech guy who is much more than a tech guy.

4/23 (pt 2) A Game of Chase: (modern aemond x fem reader 18+) You and your best friend go out to a local event. While there, Aemond, surprisingly, makes an appearance. With quick wit you pretend like it's your first time meeting. Equally quick and curious, he plays along. A game of chase ends up with some unexpected aftershocks.

3/23 (pt 1) Midnight Passage: (aemond x fem reader 18+) Despite the Prince Regent seeing to his royal duties, Aemond's lover is insatiable and seeks to find him late into the night.

4/23 (pt 2) Beneath the Prince Regent: (aemond x fem reader 18+) After your little disturbance in the Prince Regent's study, Aemond finally comes to bed.

7/23 (pt 1) After The Closing Shift: (modern aemond targaryen x fem reader 18+) You and Aemond have been best friends for years. The time is finally right for him to admit his true feelings. In the process of doing so, your cheating ex appears back in the picture. Unexpected events follow.

8/23 (pt 2) After The Study Session: (modern aemond targaryen x fem reader 18+) Through the chaos of college and work, yours and Aemond's friendship continues to shift in a new direction. Jason can't seem to accept he's lost you. You and Aemond take matters into your hands to make sure he knows it.

10/23 (pt 1) Summer's End, Autumn's Beginning: (modern aemond x fem reader 18+) A chance encounter with Aemond leads to a whirlwind of emotions. Over the next few months you both fail, in yourselves and in the relationship, and learn from the mistakes.

5/24 (pt 2) Between the Covers: (modern aemond x fem reader 18+) During a cozy night in at your place, Aemond discovers your new taste for “literature”. Upon confronting you about it he makes a deal. Part of you wants to say no… but, you ultimately agree to his terms.

Series: On Hiatus

1/23 The Arbor and the Dragon: Chapter one, Betrothed :  A realm upon the brink of war. Alicent reaches out to your father, Lord Redwyne, to marry Aemond Targaryen to you. If the union officiates, the green Targaryens will receive the aid of Lord Redwyne’s fleet. You sail to King’s Landing to meet the young prince, to weigh if this is a marriage you truly want.

2/23 The Arbor and the Dragon: Chapter two, Discovery :  After the official betrothal, you learn more about Aemond with each passing day. You're unsure to be scared or excited with these discoveries, but he always leaves you wanting more.

2/23 The Arbor and the Dragon: Chapter three, Experience : (18+) As promised, Aemond takes you for another ride on Vhagar. This time he shows you a hidden place that he’s always loved. New experiences unfold.

6/23 The Arbor and the Dragon: Chapter four, Moonlight: Tension around the Red Keep grows. Rumors begin spreading about yours and Aemond's time spent together. Jane, your best friend and lady-in-waiting, reminds you of your favorite summer festival back home. You write Aemond a letter in secret and request his company at the beach. Emotions are high and promises are made.

Daemon Targaryen and Rhaenyra Targaryen:

Mini Series:

12/22 (pt 1) A Gift for the Queen:  (daemon x rhaenyra x fem reader 18+) It’s Rhaenyra’s birthday eve and Daemon surprises her with an unexpected gift.

5/23 (pt 2) The Gift That Keeps Giving: (daemon x rhaenyra x fem reader 18+) You've happily stayed with Daemon and Rhaenyra since her birthday. They have a little game up their sleeve to play with you.

5/24 (pt 3) The Post-Flying Gift: (daemon x rhaenyra x fem reader) A rare fully sunny day beckons Daemon and Rhaenyra to fly their dragons above Dragonstone for hours. You are more than happy to watch them in flight. When they return, their dragonblood runs hot.

Daemon Targaryen:

One Shots:

6/23 Punishment: (daemon x poc wife reader 18+) Just because you're in the honeymoon phase with the Rogue Prince doesn't mean you can escape a proper punishment for disrespect.

8/23 A Day in the Life: (modern daemon x fem reader 18+) It's barely dawn and you want to have a little fun with Daemon before work. Your job unexpectedly calls and plans change. Flirty and risque texts on the clock leads to him picking you up in both your favorite car.

9/23 Sand and Sky: (daemon x poc fem reader 18+) Upon arriving to King's Landing with your cousin, Criston Cole, you meet Daemon Targaryen. Little time passes before desire of the flesh overtake both of you.

9/23 The Night's Conquest: (daemon x fem reader 18+) It's Daemon's last night in King's Landing and he seeks one final comfort at the Blue Pearl.

6/24 Devour: (daemon x wife reader 18+) The early days of your moon's blood are always the worst. During your suffering, your husband, the Rogue Prince, takes it upon himself to help ease you.

Rhaenyra Targaryen:

One shots:

9/23 Honeyed Promises: (rhaenyra x fem reader 18+) While visiting your great uncle, Lyman Beesbury, at King's Landing, you weren't expecting secondhand stress to affect your lord husband so. Princess Rhaenyra takes notice and is happy to steal moments away with you.

2/24 A Not So Hidden Secret: (modern rhaenyra x fem reader 18+) Rhaenyra discovers something in the bedroom that you, admittedly, forgot about, but didn't want her to know about!

3/24 Beneath the Blooming Branches: (rhaenyra x fem reader) Spring has officially sprung. You and Rhaenyra enjoy a quiet afternoon strolling and picnicking in the gardens.

3/24 A Tale of Two Moons: (rhaenyra x fem reader) At the end of a long day Rhaenyra shares a tale with you, and then offers to share more.

Harwin Strong:

One shots:

12/23 Harrenhal Butterflies: (modern harwin x fem reader 18+) Sparks flew between you and Harwin before slinking off together during a work dinner, and they continue to fly afterwards. Unprompted, you both slink off together once again during an elective work trip to Harrenhal. Tension ends up breaking in a most unexpected place.

2/24 Matinee Delight: (modern harwin x fem reader 18+) While on a cinema date, the movie ends up being something you don't like. You try to talk your boyfriend, Harwin, into bailing early for something more fun.

Harwin Strong and Rhaenyra Targaryen

8/24 A Shared Bed: (harwin x betrothed fem reader x rhaenyra 18+) Harwin gets into an arranged marriage to stop the rumors about him and Rhaenyra. He really likes his betrothed but he loves Rhaenyra. He tells his betrothed, "I can't choose between you and her." She says, "I don't want you to choose. I want in, the bed is large enough."

Helaena Targaryen

One shots:

6/24 Visions in the Garden: (helaena and kids) After breakfast, Helaena takes her twins for a walk through the royal garden.

[recurring-polynya]

Hi! I want to start off with saying I love your blog and it was this blog that introduced me to a new side of the Bleach fandom, so I owe you a huge thanks for that. My question pretains to when you mentioned that you read a lot of fics where Byakuya was there when his father died in the lines of duty, and I was wondering if you could recommend those fics and any other byakuya centric ones.

You're very welcome! I am always excited see new people in the fandom, especially here on Tumblr.

I want to preface this with saying that I have kind of a complicated relationship with Byakuya. He is an interesting, complex character and I like to read fanfic about him, but I hesitate to call myself a fan. I'm mostly interested in his character as it stands in relation to Rukia and Renji. I like stories where he is shitty and causes problems. I like reading about the long, horrible history of the Kuchiki clan, and how much it screws a person up to be raised in that mess. I also just like stories that make fun of him a bit. He's a deeply strange person, and I love his weird, dry sense of humor. Byakuya-shipping usually falls flat for me: I think he's mostly ace, except for the time he fell in love with his wife, and even then, I only really like Byahisa stories where the author has done something creative with who she is and I also need her to drag his ass a little. I would swipe left on him. So, anyway, take these recommendations (and the absence of ones I have missed) with that grain of salt.

The fanfic I was specifically referring to regarding Soujun dying after a mission he and Byakuya were on together was the Rise & Ruin series by @afinepiece, specifically part 2, An Education. It's a...little-bit-AUish precanon fic where Hisana is a thief who ends up getting tangled up in the Kuchiki family after she attempts to steal a painting from them. If you're looking for Byakuya fanfic, AFP is always going to be my first recommendation, especially her Thin Red Line series. Her works are always sprawling and genre-defying, but beautifully crafted. They've got noble/family drama, intricate world-building detail, and great character writing. The Kuchiki family deserves epics, and that is what AFP is out here doing.

Funnily enough, my other favorite ByaHisa writer is all the way at the other end of the writing spectrum. @thegreenfaery. She works in the AU space, and if you enjoy Byakuya Going Thru It but also being in love with his beautiful wife. I'm biased, because she wrote it for me, but The Wedding Party is my fave of her works (80's/everyone's human AU where Hisana has to rent out part of Byakuya's house for her little sister's dirtbag wedding).

If you like Byakuya in his gothic horror era, please read dogviolet by @renjirukia. It's a closer examination of some canon between-scenes during Byakuya and Rukia's Bad Times period.

I think @lucymonster is one of the best Byakuya character writers out there, and Metaesthesia is one of the best fanfics I've ever read. It's a Byakuya - Renji bodyswap, but not in a fun way. You should really only read it if you're in the mood to have your heart kicked down the stairs. I also really like Sticks and Stones and Building Bridges. Note: Most of her works are ByaRen (these are not, at least not explicitly). That's not a ship I am normally fond of, but I get, like 3 weird days a year where I can read it.

Speaking of ByaRen, if you are into it, the other ByaRen writer I like a lot is @grizmelder, who is also a very nice person. I particularly enjoyed Heart Tangled, which is a historical AU set at the end of the samurai era, where Renji is Byakuya's bodyguard.

I was just talking about Lull the other day, but it's a lovely little fanfic by Branch about the relationship between Byakuya and Rukia and sometimes Renji. It's an older fanfic and breaks off from canon after the Soul Society arc, so you can think of it as sort of an alternate idea for how Soul Society rebuilds after Aizen's betrayal.

The Journal of Kuchiki Byakuya by @saranel is a great little fic in the form of young Byakuya writing diary entries about his life, in particular, his dealings with Yoruichi and Urahara. It's really cute in general, but in particular, I love the way it portrays Byakuya's interest in photography.

I also have a soft spot for Breaking to Bridle by Vivienne Grainger, which is about how Byakuya sees Renji, both as lieutenant and eventually as suitor for his sister.

I guess I would be remiss if I didn't mention my favorite crack Byakuya fic, which is Become a Ghost by @hardlyfatal. Orihime dies and goes to Soul Society and becomes a therapist and falls in love with Byakuya. It's pretty silly but also a lot of fun, and it's chock full of Byakuya being Byakuya.

I hope you find something you like in there! Like I said, I am not the world's best Byakuya fan (probably in the top ten worst Byakuya fans tbh) but these are some that I have enjoyed and have stuck with me!

[novamariestark]

Could you do a story where y/n is shopping for adult “toys” and Parker runs into them? Maybe ends with Parker using them on her? Thanks

I think I got a little into this one 😂

His Naughty Nurse

Summary: you and Alden have been apart for a week and you're suffering. To find some relief, you head to the local adult store but on your way out, you bump into your boyfriend. What will he think?

Warnings: 🔞, pet names, (unprotected sex), toys, rough, poorly written smut

Word count: 2283

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Alden Parker x reader

The sun was just beginning to peek above the horizon as you walked briskly down the busy sidewalk. It had been nearly a week since you had seen Alden, your boyfriend of almost nine months, and the ache in your core was beginning to become unbearable. As a nurse at the local hospital, your schedule was often chaotic and unpredictable, leaving little time for yourself, let alone Alden.

You needed to dull the ache you felt. Something you knew only Alden could cure, but God knows when the next time would be. All you had was a vibrator that had served you well in the past but now seemed to pale in comparison to Alden. So, here you were, on a Saturday morning, your day off, making a beeline for the local adult toy store in hopes of finding something that would help you bridge the gap between now and the next time you saw your lover.

You stepped into the shop, blushing slightly at the array of bright colors and provocative packaging that greeted you. The owner, a petite woman with an impish grin, approached you, her eyebrow raised in question. "Can I help you find something special today, dear?" she asked, her voice low and inviting.

You felt yourself flush even deeper, your heart racing. "Um, yes...I'm looking for something...to, um, help me feel better when I'm..." you trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

The owner smiled sweetly, her expression reassuring. "Don't worry, honey. We've all been there. I'm sure we have just the thing to make you feel wonderful. Why don't you follow me?" She led you deeper into the store, past rows of vibrators, dildos, and bondage gear.

You  hesitated, your gaze darting around nervously. "I, uh...I used to have one of those," you said, gesturing to a small, discreet vibrator sitting on a shelf. "But...it just doesn't seem to do the trick anymore. I mean, my boyfriend...he's amazing, and I...I need something that's..."

The owner nodded understandingly. "I see. Well, it sounds like you're looking for something with more power this time around. How about we start with this one?" She picked up a sleek, black vibrator from a display case and held it out for you to inspect. "It's waterproof, rechargeable, and packs a serious punch. I think it'll be perfect for your needs."

"How much of a punch?" you asked, a slight smirk on your face. The owner laughed, a throaty chuckle that made you feel instantly more at ease.

"Well, let's just say that it's powerful enough to rattle the chandeliers, if you know what I mean. And I think you'll find it's more than enough to help you feel the way your boyfriend makes you feel. Trust me, it's worth every penny." She handed the vibrator to you.

You continued to browse the store, with the owner making several more recommendations based on your responses. Eventually, you settled on a sleek, white dildo that was both aesthetically pleasing and designed to stimulate you in just the right way. You felt a sense of excitement as you carried the bag containing your new toys to the register.

As you leave the store, bag in hand, you bump into someone. Your boyfriend. Alden. Behind him was one of his team members, Nick, who smirking as he looked at the bag.

"Whoa there, slow down, Speed Racer," Alden joked, catching you by the elbow to steady you. His touch sent a wave of heat through you, and you could feel yourself blushing again. "What's all this?" He glanced at the bag, his eyebrows rising in curiosity.

Nick, unable to contain his amusement, decides to chime in, jokingly asking Alden if he's not keeping you satisfied enough. Alden rolls his eyes but can't help but feel a twinge of insecurity.

Noticing the look on Alden's face, you shook your head, "I am quite satisfied, thank you," you aimed mostly at Nick, but also to Alden. You wanted him to know that he does satisfy you, "It's when he's not around that's the problem, my body misses him too much," you smirked.

With a smirk of his own, Alden lean in close to your ear and whispers, "I'm glad you're finding ways to stay satisfied, but I can't wait to have you all to myself again." His voice is low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.

You bit your lip, “I-I���m gonna. You should. Uh see you,” you rushed away, slightly embarrassed that you were caught but also aroused by what Alden had said.

As Nick and Alden watch you walk away, Alden's imagination runs wild as he pictures your reactions to using the toys on yourself, your moans and gasps echoing in his mind. This intense visualization only serves to heighten his arousal.

After shopping for some other things, you return home and place the bag of toys on your shared bed. You bite your thumb, clenching your legs together. You need it. You need the release. You start to undress, your fingers fumbling with the buttons and zippers. You finally free yourself from your clothes, revealing your naked form to the empty bed. You take a deep breath and reaches for the bag, pulling out the black vibrator and pressing it against your sensitive folds. The rumble of the motor vibrates through you, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. You close your eyes and let out a moan, imagining it's Alden's fingers, his tongue, his cock moving inside you. Your hips buck against the bed as the vibrations intensify, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You can feel the build-up, the familiar tension coiling tight in your belly.

You reach for the white dildo, positioning it at your entrance and slowly guiding it inside. The coolness of it contrasting with your heated skin feels so good, and as you thrust it deeper, you can feel it hitting just right, filling you up. Your body trembles with need as you begin to move faster, lost in the sensation. You fingers find the switch on the vibrator, and you turn it up higher, seeking the release you crave. Your moans fill the room, echoing back to you, and you can't help but wonder what Alden would think if he could hear you now. Would he be jealous? Aroused? Would he wish he was here, inside you?

The sensations build, overwhelming you in the best way possible. Your body quakes, your muscles tense, and then, finally, you feel yourself begin to lose control, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Your nails dig into the mattress, your back arches off the bed, and you let out a long, shuddering moan as you surrender to the pleasure. As the waves of ecstasy subside, you lie there, panting heavily, your skin flushed and your heart racing. You feel a pang of sadness that Alden isn't here.

Later that night, you are curled up on the couch wearing only a tight tank top and short shorts, with no underwear underneath. You could see the outline of your ass through the thin fabric.

The tv the only sound and light in the room. That was until the sound of the door unlocking drew you attention to the front door. As he entered the room, he looked at you as you quickly made your way to him, his eyes lingering on your attire.

Alden smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, his body pressed against yours. "I missed you, sweetheart." He whispered, his breath tickling your ear. You could feel his hardness against your lower stomach, and you couldn't help but wonder how it would feel inside you right now.

You leaned into him, sighing contently. "I missed you too. It's been so long," you purred, your voice low and sultry. You felt his hands slide up under your tank top, and you gasped as they found your bare skin,  "Alden..." you breathed his name, arching your back to press yourself closer against him.

Alden's hands continued to roam, his fingers tracing your ribcage, teasing your nipples through the fabric of your top.

"So, about what you bought," he started, referring to the sex toys he knew you had bought today.

You blushed deeply, but couldn't hide the mischievous glint in your eye. "Oh, you'll see," you teased, your voice barely above a whisper. You slowly pulled away from him, taking his hand in yours and leading him toward the bedroom.

The bedroom was dark, the only light coming from the streetlights outside casting a soft glow through the curtains. You could feel Alden's presence behind you, his body hot and hard against your back. You turned around, facing him, and reached for the hem of your shorts, sliding them down over your hips. They fell to the floor, revealing your bare, smooth legs. You stepped out of them and kicked them aside, feeling a thrill run through you as you stood there before him in only your tank top.

"Do you want daddy to use the toys on you?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. You bit your lip. You nodded shyly, your gaze fixed on the floor. Alden chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated against your skin when he pressed his lips to your neck. "Then let's see what you've got for me," he murmured, his hands moving to gently caress your hips.

He led you over to the bed, your movements slow and sensual. As you lay down, Alden gazed down at you, admiring the curves of your body beneath the thin fabric of your tank top. His eyes traced the outline of your breasts, and he couldn't resist reaching up to cup one in his hand. He pinched the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you.

"Daddy's gonna take good care of you tonight, sweetheart," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours. He slid his hand you’re your stomach, teasing your lower lips with his fingers before finally slipping two fingers inside you. You cried out, your body tensing as pleasure coursed through you. Alden began to thrust his fingers in and out, his movements matching the rhythm of your breath.

You arched your back, your hands tangled in his hair as you moaned his name. You could see the toys on the bedside table, and you longed for him to use them on you. You wanted him to take control, to show you how it was done. As if reading your mind, Alden reached for the first toy, the long, sleek vibrator. He positioned it at you entrance, teasing you with the buzzing head before pushing it inside you.

You cried out, your body convulsing around the invading intruder. Alden chuckled, his free hand coming to rest on your hip as he began to thrust the vibrator in and out of you. He leaned forward, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking it roughly through the fabric of your tank top. "That's it, baby," he groaned, his hips moving in time with the vibrator. "Let daddy show you how it's done."

Your fingers dig into his shoulders as the sensations built inside her. The vibrations from the toy combined with the thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You felt a building tension deep within your core, and with each passing moment, it grew more intense. "Alden..." you moaned, your voice shaking with need.

You cum hard but Alden removes the toy only to replace it with his cock. He thrusts into you, filling the void left by the toy.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hips moving faster as he pounded into you. The head of his cock brushed against your G-spot with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. He reached down between you, grasping your clit, and began to rub it roughly, circling and pressing against the hardened nub.

Your body tensed and arched beneath him, your cries of pleasure filling the air. Alden thrust deeper, feeling your inner walls grip him tightly as you came again, your body shuddering beneath his. He held you close, your bodies moving together in a sensual dance. As your rhythm became more urgent, he could feel his own release building, threatening to break free.

With one final thrust, he cried out your name as he emptied himself inside you, his hips bucking wildly. Your bodies collapsed together, sweaty and tangled in the sheets. For a moment, you lay there, caught in the afterglow. Alden rolled onto his side, pulling you close, and wrapped his arms around you.

Alden kissed your shoulder before standing up to get a wet towel to clean you with, "How was that, baby?" he asked, his voice still rough from your exertions. "Is baby satisfied now?"

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him back down to lie beside you. "Mmm, that was amazing, Daddy," you breathed, running your fingers through the chest hair that dusted his torso.

"I love you, Y/N," Alden whispered before kissing your forehead. He nestled his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply, taking in the familiar scent that was uniquely yours. You felt so right in his arms, so perfect. He couldn't help but marvel at how lucky he was to have found you, to have you in his life.

"I love you too, Alden," you whisper. You let out a contented sigh, feeling completely sated and loved. The warmth of his body pressed against yours was a welcome comfort, and you nestled closer, enjoying the feel of his chest hair tickling your fingertips.

[half-deadmagicperson]

The Time Traveling Teenager (title pending)

Based of this Post I made yesterday about my DP x Star Trek brainrot.

Disclaimer: I haven't actually read the novels with the DTI I just read the Fandom wiki page, so there's probably no way that this is accurate at all (sorry Watching the Clock and New Frontier fans) my brain just thought it would be a fun concept to play with.

Warnings: None

Next Part (coming soon)

Words: 500

   It was just a regular day in Greenwich. The sun tucked behind dark clouds. It was probably going to rain soon, but the dreary weather was no match to the sheer joy radiating off the newly recruited Agent Stewart Peart. 

  He remembers dreaming of time travel as a boy, but now, he gets to actually experience it! Well, at least help with temporal issues. He resisted the urge to practically skip into the Department of Temporal Investigations building. 

  Upon entering the building, Peart started assessing the room. Most of the DTI consisted of Vulcans, Deltans, and other less emotionally compromised species. Stewart supposed that was for the best, given that humans might be more hesitant to spare past tyrants or allow past tragedies to continue.

  Either way he's excited for his mission, and he's not going to let them down.

~~~~~~~~~~

  He royally fucked up. So, as it turns out, the Edoan he was supposed to escort was actually a Triexian. Stewart dragged his hands across his face. How could he be so stupid? This was supposed to be a simple displacement escort, and now it has the potential to be an intergalactic disaster.

  They reached Triex on time (thankfully), but it was too close for comfort. Stewart managed to convince Lieutenant Arex to give Dulmer a good report and started to make his way back to the ship.

 On his way down the hall, Stewart noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. A teenager, with a full head of black hair, ducked behind a corner.

 Stewart raised a brow before heading towards the hallway. When he peeked his head around the corner, he saw the teen pacing around, as if waiting for something.

 The boy was on the shorter side, with almost too pale skin and a few piercings. What really threw Stewart off were the boy's clothes. The teen wore baggy jeans, consistent with the style of the early 21st century, and a well-worn NASA t-shirt.

  If Stewart remembered his history correctly, NASA was an organization in the United States dedicated to space travel. NASA completed several milestones in early human space travel. In the 1960s, they landed the first man on the moon, and in the 2030s, they landed the first on Mars. Despite all their accomplishments, the organization was disbanded during the eugenics war, due to lack of funding.

  “Do you need something?” a voice cut through Stewart's thoughts.

  “What?”

  “You look like you need something. Unless you’re just standing there stalking me?” The boy arched his brow.

  “I was actually wondering what a young person like you is doing here?”

  “Oh I'm just waiting for my ride.” Stewart felt the hair on the back of his neck rise as a static pop rang through the hall.

  Hands of an ancient analog clock swirled around to create a blue portal. The boy smiled, teeth too pointy, eyes too bright.

  “Welp, that's my ride! I'll see you around Agent Peart!”

  The boy vanished without a trace.

[chiriwritesstuff]

Kintsugi; Chapter 1 - High Horse - Sneak Peek

(Clears throat) Hey everyone... I'm back?!

I know, I know—it's been a while, right? Sorry for the disappearing act, but life got pretty intense, and I had to step back and hit pause on writing to deal with some grown-up stuff for the past few months.

Nothing too serious, but after getting sick in February, I had to face the fact that my so-called writer's block was really burnout in disguise. Trying to write while the fandom was going through that shit show... it just didn't feel like a safe space, you know? Even though I wasn't directly involved, it was tough to watch fellow writers get unfairly targeted like that.

Now that I'm back, I’m thrilled to dive into this new series I've been working on. As writers, we don’t get paid for our fics; we do it because we truly enjoy it. It’s hard to stay motivated and inspired in an unsafe or negative space. Let’s remember to be kind to each other and support one another. Creating a positive and supportive environment makes all the difference.

Thanks for your patience and support. I’m excited to get back into the swing of things and hope you’ll enjoy what I’ve been working on!

To give you a taste of what’s to come, here’s a sneak peek of what’s in store. For context, you can read Sunflower & A Clean Slate to get you caught up to speed. Thank you all for being here, and I hope you are all as excited as I am for what's in store for Joel and Sunflower!

Note: This chapter takes place right after the events of Sunflower.

"You think you can just come up here with that silly little van of yours, batting your eyelashes at every man you come across?" he starts, his fists clenching at his sides. "You think just because you’ve got a sweet smile and wear the shit that you do, you can hog up all the damn walkway space, blocking my booth with all those assholes lining up to get a look at you? Hell, you’ve even got poor Tommy tied up in a string—" His words are harsh, laced with frustration, and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he unloads on you. You hadn’t expected this level of intensity, and it catches you off guard, making it hard to find a response. You blink, the sting of his words sinking in, but you straighten your spine, refusing to let him intimidate you. "What's wrong with my clothes, Joel?" you ask, your voice wavering just slightly but holding steady. "I’m just trying to do my thing, same as you. What’s the problem?" Joel glares at you, his jaw tightening. For a moment, it looks like he might say something even harsher, but he just shakes his head, the frustration in his eyes flickering with something else—something you can’t quite place. "The problem," he finally mutters, "isn’t your clothes. It’s the way you… you take up so much space, you make things harder for everyone."

[queers-gambit]

Darkening Hour

prompt: the turmoils of court can wear on nerves.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female!reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 6.4k+ words

warnings: language, cursing, small angst. i don't think this one is too bad...

previous: part two: High Noon

next: part four: Total Eclipse of the Heart

The pounding at your chamber door made both you and Daemon jump slightly, only a few in the entire castle with active permission to disturb either of you; making curiosity stir in the air. Your mind was foggy with sleep, and your confusion almost tangible as the door swung open and Mary scurried inside.

"Oh, my Lady!" She breathed with a tut, glaring lightly at the Prince laid behind you; his arms tight around your waist. She turned to rip the curtains over the windows open, flooding the room with new light, and scolding you, "You are late!"

"For what?" You mumbled, a hand raising to shield your eyes from the harsh light as Daemon simply pushed his face into your neck.

"The courting season starts today," she rushed, opening your trunk to reveal dress options. "You're needed in the throne room."

"For what?" You repeated.

"You're a veteran now," she sighed. "And you're sponsoring the young Lord Jamie, are you not?"

You sighed, "Mary, court doesn't start for hours. Now, please - "

"You both slept well past lunch!" She tutted. "What time did you even get to bed?"

You chuckled from bed, "I remember seeing the sunrise."

She sighed, slapping her hands to her thighs. "I will be back in twenty minutes - twenty! Make yourself decent, and then we can go to the throne room. Jamie will be here soon and you'll want to greet him."

You sighed, "All right, Mary. Twenty minutes."

"Thank you," she sighed, moving for the door again. "And good morning to you, too, Prince Daemon."

"Yeah, hi, Mary," he grumbled, the maid slipping out the door, and shutting the door to leave us alone. "She's attentive, yeah?"

"We're taking her with us wherever we go," you sighed lightly, turning over against his chest. "Hi, love."

"Morning, my dove," he whispered, kissing your forehead. "How'd you sleep?"

You chuckled, "Barely did, as you know."

"Hmm, too true," he mused. "Are you ready for today?"

You hummed, "Maybe..."

"What if I promised to only speak to you," he smirked. "Fend off other suitors for us both, hey?"

"Whatever makes you happiest," you whispered. "I will be aiding Jamie in his journey."

He nodded, "And I am only counting down the weeks till I can marry you."

"Soon," you grinned against the column of his neck. "What're we at now? Hmm? 8 more weeks?"

Daemon snorted lightly, "Hmm. Too long. But I will wait..."

"Good," you whispered, nuzzling into his warmth. "I do not wish to rise, this is where I want to spend my life."

"In a tower of the Red Keep?"

Your eyes rolled lightly, "With you, my Prince."

"Good," he smirked down at you, caressing your cheek, "because this is where I will live me life - right at your side."

You breathed him in, "So we are in agreement?"

"Usually are," he teased, leaning in to press his lips to yours. "Are you hungry, my pet?"

You sighed lightly, "The welcome feast will start soon. I'm all right for now, thank you."

"Nonsense," he whispered, kissing you again. "Stay with me, my darling, I'll get us something to eat."

You chuckled as he climbed over you, mouth latched onto yours the whole time - letting you hold his cheeks to keep his lips on yours while he climbed. "All right," you whispered when his feet hit the ground. "Feed me, my Dragon."

"I'll escort you after," he chuckled, easing up to shoulder a simple tunic and head out the door. You sighed lightly and stretched in bed, feeling your heart lighten in pride; hardly able to contain your excitement to marry your Targaryen Prince.

Not 10 minutes later, Daemon was returning with a tray; chuckling as he shut the door and set the assortments of food and drink to the table. "What did you do?" You wondered, still laid bare in bed.

"Mary has entrusted me to aid you in getting dressed," he mused, "and said that she will return to do your hair. Though, I had an idea. Here, love," he handed over a bowl of fruits.

"Thank you," you whispered, accepting the bowl and cocking your head while setting a berry to your mouth. Between chews, you wondered, "What's your idea?"

"Let me braid your hair," he asked, easily tugging his shirt off again and with plates set to the end of the bed, joined you again in his spot. "Hmm?" He wondered when you didn't answer.

"You want to braid my hair?" You asked softly.

"Well, if you'd be okay with it," he smirked.

"Might I strike a different bargain?" You smirked, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

"Anything you want," he nodded.

"Your brother and I took tea the other day," you mentioned, watching him nod.

"Yes, I remember."

"And he told me how you've made mention of marrying me," you smirked, "and that you wanted a wedding. Is there truth to your brother's gossip, my sweet Prince?"

He chuckled and nodded slowly, "Perhaps."

"Then he made mention that he'd be honored to host another Royal Wedding," you sighed gently. "What's that about?"

Daemon shrugged, "I proposed only a five-day celebration because he wanted seven."

You chuckled, "Why does he want - "

"He's happy for us, dove," Daemon smirked.

You nodded, "Then my favor?" He nodded. "If I agree to this tournament... You would braid my hair the first morning of our marriage."

Daemon nodded, fingering another berry to your lips; his own suckling over your collarbone as you accepted the fruit. "I believe that could be agreeable," he whispered, boldly licking a stripe up your neck to make you shudder. "I will cloak you in my House colors, bestow you with the finest of jewels, and I will braid your hair - to show that we are one."

"Good," you nodded, pecking his lips. "Who would think you became the romantic, hmm?"

"I do not think I was ever without it, but perhaps you give me reason to be romantic. Hmm? My sweet?"

You nodded, "So long as I am the only one to see this side of you."

He winced, "The court might see it - for I do not intend to hold back my desire for you."

Chuckling, you agreed, "Fair enough, my love. But go easy today, Jamie is joining court and is detrimentally nervous."

Daemon's eyes rolled lightly, "You do not owe him anything, pet."

"I know," you assured, "but their mother's all died - and though the girls are as old as me, or older, the boys are still younger and have been looking for someone to love them. Now that their Lord father is passed, I feel obligated to make sure they are okay."

Daemon smirked lightly, "What a perfect creature you are."

"Sh," you quipped, reaching for a piece of toast. "It's the least I can do."

"I beg to differ, but for you, my Lady, I will endure your step-children."

"How sweet of you. Come, help me pick a dress for the welcoming celebrations."

Daemon nodded and leaned back on his elbow, watching as you presented a series of colorful dresses. Being months of wearing black to show mourning, you were back to your 'usual' wear of different colors and silks, but your heart knew you'd be back in black soon - for completely different reasons. It will become a celebratory color.

"And this?" You chuckled as you presented a royal green colored dress.

"No, no," he sighed lightly, waving the option off.

"This one, then?"

His eyes narrowed upon this sixth option, nodding slowly, "I like this one. Might you have something... Hmm... Red?"

"Red?" You pondered, fearing the color too bold for you.

But Daemon nodded, "Wear red, darling. You look ravishing in it. And what better way to make your debut back into court."

You sighed and shifted through your dresses, finding the only red gown you owned and holding it up. "Are you sure?"

"Positive, dove," he assured, nodding with his bottom lip rolling between his teeth. Then, when a grin stretched across your lips, he was wondering, "What is it?"

"Might I help you dress?"

Daemon nodded, "Any particular reason, love?"

"Practice?"

He snorted a bit, "All right, then. Go on." He stood from the bed, shifting the thinned plates back to the table as you shifted through his wardrobe. His hands slid around your waist as you presented your selection, smirking. "This? Pet - "

"You look almost too good in this," you pouted lightly. "Maybe you should only wear this for me, then..."

Daemon's teeth pressed to your shoulder as he grinned, "I'll wear it, my love. Thank you."

You hummed and moved behind the changing screen to do what you needed; hearing Daemon doing the same, and peering around to see him tightening his scabbard around his hips. "Love?"

"Yeah, dove?"

"Could you lace me in?"

"Course, c'mere," he smirked, finishing yanking his boots on to watch you near him. "See? You look beautiful," he complimented, taking the cords of your corset to tug it tight, and closed. "Though I'd love to take it off, not tie you into it."

"Soon," you teased, turning to face him when his hands pulled your waist. "I will see you there?"

"Course," he nodded, pecking your forehead.

The rest of the afternoon passed with Mary fixing your hair and make-up, before you were mingling with the other Ladies of the court before welcoming the new Lords and Ladies to the city. You waited patiently in the courtyard, beaming when your two step-sons, Jamie and Kase, dismounting their horses.

"Boys!" You laughed, arms wide when they caught sight of you. They spoke your name with relief and surged into your embrace, letting you happily smooth over their hair and cheeks. "Safe travels, was it? I did not think I'd see you, Kase."

"Jamie convinced me," he shrugged.

"He's of age," Jamie nodded. "Figured it wouldn't hurt to introduce him at the same time..."

"Was a fantastic idea, love," you nodded in assurance. "For now, we should head for the banquet hall. The King's prepared a welcome feast to mark the start of the season."

"Right," Kase sighed, glancing back. "And our stuff...?"

"Is being taken to your rooms, your horses will be fed and stabled," you informed them, taking either of their arms. "Now, would you escort me in? Or would you prefer to be fashionably late?"

"No, no," Jamie cleared his throat, "we should make for the hall."

"Come on," you spoke softly, leading them into the castle. They peered around with opened mouths and you figured there was a bit of time as the other Ladies preened themselves; leaving you to give the boys a small tour.

By the time you finished with the basic outline of the castle, you made for the banquet hall. As usual, the members of court - all participating members of this season's match-making - took their seats as the King sat above them all with the Queen, and his heir, the Princess Rheanyra. Sat beside the Queen Alicent Hightower was none other than Prince Daemon Targaryen, and by Gods, did he look delectable in the dim lighting and high-rise seating.

Instead of making eyes at the Prince, you focused on speaking to your step-sons quietly, assuring Kase that you would happily sponsor him this season, as well; and then pointing out who everyone to the lads. You knew they were handsome and surely would be sure-catches this season, but you leaned in and told them that they deserved a chance at love - and to really explore while here.

If they didn't have "that" connection with anyone, they could return the next season - and so on.

Kase looked relieved, and Jamie only nodded; stoically surveying the room as he sipped sine wine from a golden goblet. As the other noble men and women filtered in to find their seats, Jamie turned to you and lowered his voice, "Step-mother?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you an eligible participant this season?"

You nodded slowly, "Yes, technically... But I am not looking for any matches this season, Jamie, I am here for you and your brother."

He nodded, "Then why's the Prince staring at you like you're a piece of meat?"

You heaved a sigh, "Worry not, Jamie. He's only looking over the prospects this season. His wife passed, too."

"Right..."

"Oi," you clipped your tone, "none of that, neither of you will fall to the gossips of court because they are barely right. There is veiled half-truths behind all those whispers, do not allow yourselves to take those petty words for truth."

Kase turned to you, asking, "So, he didn't do it?"

"I don't know what could've made you think as such, but no - "

"The new Lord Royce has a loud mouth," Jamie muttered. "He speaks to any who listens. Do not worry, we do not take gossips for truth, but only wanted to ask for clarity."

You hummed, "Your poise has improved these short months, Lord. It's becoming."

He smirked, "Though I am trying to get used to it, I would appreciate it if you would not call me Lord. Not you..."

Your heart wept gently for the orphans, nodding, "What an honor."

Before anyone could reply, the King's arrival was announced, and all stood from their seats out of respect. While everyone was watching the entrance hall for the King and Queen, your eyes snuck over towards Daemon - just to find him already staring you down.

He smirked and let his eyes rake down your body, his mouth opening in appreciation before clamping over his bottom lip and causing heat to flush through your body. You tried to reprimand him with your eyes, but he was far too amused to notice; and that, made you smile in return before forcing your eyes forward.

After the King gave his welcoming speech, dinner was served, and the mingling began. When the meal was done, the tables were cleared, and the music shifted tempo to encourage couples to take to the dance floor. You subtly kept to the walls with your hands occupied only by wine goblets, keeping an eye on your step-sons as they dipped their toes into the courting scene.

As time passed, you were set to retire, when a hand brushed down your arm to seize your elbow. When you turned, your eyes met lilac orbs, and air was sucked from your lungs. "My Prince," you greeted smoothly, aware of a few eyes lingering.

"My Lady," he greeted. "Are you enjoying yourself tonight? I did not see you dancing."

You nodded with a small shrug, "Two left feet."

"I do doubt that," he smirked. "Might I have the honor?" He asked, offering his hand with a twinkling smirk. And when your hand slid into his to squeeze, you swore you saw his neck and cheeks flush with heat. His hands settled over your waist as he lead you in a slower-paced dance, lips near your ear, "Having fun, love?"

You sighed, "I forgot how exhausting these events are."

"We do not have to attend them all," he assured. "They are mingling events, and Viserys often likes the attention."

You hummed, "And you don't?"

"Not entirely, my dove. How are the lads?"

"All right from what I can tell," you spoke softly, letting him lead you in your dance. "But it is only the first night, I do imagine their opinions will change a bit. Perhaps they will not find what they are looking for this season."

"Perhaps," he agreed softly. "Not all can be as fortunate as us."

"We are fortunate?"

"All things considered, look where we are now," his lips smirked against your ear. "I consider myself fortunate, for I would be a scorned man without you in my arms. I thank the Gods for their timing in this."

You sighed gently, "You cut my husband down and made me an option, Daemon."

"I'd do it all again," he promised. "I've only ever wanted you, pet."

You sighed and naturally fell into a comfortable sway, "I know, love, I know... And you're all I've dreamed of. There wasn't a single day I did not think of you."

He sighed, "The very same goes for me, my sweet girl." His gaze lifted when movement caught his eye, glancing up to see Viserys crossing the dance floor. "Dove," he warned, lifting away from your neck and shoulder. "My King," he greeted his brother, turning from your embrace to simply snake an arm around your waist.

"Your Grace," you greeted, both of you bowing to the King.

"Brother, my Lady," he greeted happily. "You are both a sight for sore eyes. I was wondering, might I?" He asked Daemon, offering his hand to you.

"Course," Daemon nodded, bowing backwards; and with a burning look and knowing smirk directed at you, walked away.

King Viserys offered his hand still, and you wasted no more time in accepting his invitation; the two of you stepping amongst the other couples. "How are you finding the festivities, my Lady?" The King asked gently, leading you in a lively dance.

"Very well, Your Grace, thank you," you smiled. "And might I thank you, again? For allowing me residence as your guest."

"The pleasure is mine," Viserys nodded. "My brother was adamant on your stay here."

"An honor, truly," you assured. "Daemon's flawed, of course, but he's been only kindly to me, Your Grace."

He chuckled, "'Kindly'? Is that what we're calling it?"

Your embarrassment felt tangible, making you stutter lightly, "I-I know it is unseemly, but I assure you - "

"Worry not, my Lady," Viserys chuckled, giving you a hearty shake. "I am thrilled by this, honestly. In my opinion, you should've been wed to my House long ago."

This time, you stuttered from pride, "T-Thank you, Your Grace."

"Daemon's lucky," Viserys nodded slightly, gazing at you fondly. "He's loved you everyday..."

"Truthfully?"

"There are some things that only a sibling can understand, and when he was first wed to the Lady Royce, he was devastated. Truly broken up about the turn of events, he loved you... But now, you are both newly single, and he's adamant on not letting you slip from his fingers again."

"I would not stray far, Your Grace," you assured gently.

He hummed, "I imagine not. Now, tell me, where are your step-children?"

"Of course, I will make introductions," you breathed. "Wait, might I ask you something?"

"Of course," he agreed.

"I do understand that... Though they are not mine, with the passing of their father, my husband's children do not have anyone. I would take charge of their well-being, I think. They... They do not have many other living family."

Viserys beamed, "An honorable task to take on, my Lady."

"Only until they are all married, or of age," you rushed to assure.

"And how old is the youngest?"

"Ten and five."

"Ah," he nodded, "so, they would be married soon?"

"With hope," you answered.

He nodded slowly, "I think it's admirable what you want to do, and by my judgement, I see no issue. Now... Is there a reason you speak this now?"

You gulped, "I love your brother, Your Grace, I do - but I feel this obligation, because the children are innocent. I would... Take charge of them before I am married to Daemon," your voice lowered as Viserys let you take his arm, the two of you walking along the hall as you spoke quietly.

"So that he might not do away with them," Viserys sighed.

"I do not think he would, truly - he seems changed," you rushed. "But I would not want to risk their safety after losing their mother, and now their father."

"Of course," Viserys nodded in understanding. "I will let it be known that until they come of age, or marry, you are their intended parent."

You sighed gently, "Thank you, my King."

"Does that mean you'd stay?"

"In the city?" You checked, watching him nod. "For the time, yes. I think I'd like the two youngest to stay here with me...? So I might attempt to make a match for them?"

Viserys nodded, "Very doable, I will see what I can do, my Lady."

"You do too much, Your Grace - "

"Nonsense," he beamed, "you and I are to be family soon. I would do what I could to aid you, Lady. Now..."

"Right," you cleared your throat, leading the King up to your two step-sons, who were speaking to a pair of twin Ladies. "Jamie? Kase? Might I introduce you both to King Viserys Targaryen - "

"No need for the titles," Viserys assured gently, smiling at your step-sons. "I am deeply moved to meet you both, your father was a good and honorable man."

You didn't show any emotion - but how you LAUGHED at the words.

"And how terrible I felt to hear of his passing," Viserys ended, nodding at the lads with meaning.

"Thank you, Your Grace," Jamie nodded, shaking the King's hand. "That means more to me than you can imagine. Our father was a good man, yes, but had his faults. Or so I am discovering as I take over the estate."

"Jamie," you warned.

"Might you be aware already, my King?" Jamie prompted Viserys, who smirked lightly.

"What's that, my Lord?"

"Our homestead provides over 50% of the Crown's armor and weapons now," he nodded. "Yet it was logged that we also provided much of the vegetation - but our books tell a different story."

Viserys lifted his chin, "I'm sorry?"

"With reason, my brother and I believe our father was stealing from the country, Your Grace," Jamie nodded with conviction, ignoring your blown-wide-eyes. "And allow me to assure you, his Lady wife had no idea, nor any doing in this matter. It was evident by the sloppiness of the accounts that she had no hand in the matter."

Your chest burst with seeds of pride over his words.

"We'd like to extend an offer to rectify this wrongdoing," Jamie finished, letting both his hands clasp in front of himself.

"What might that be?" Viserys asked.

However, your ears tuned the men out as your eyes had caught sight of a flash of aquamarine; looking over the King's shoulder to spy Daemon leading a different Lady in a sweeping dance. The Lady's dress fanned around her with flare, and her face had written desire etched into it. While you knew you understood your step-sons talking to Viserys, and the King responding with enthusiasm, yet you couldn't focus on that - because you were focused on that!

Daemon wore a deep smirk; so deep that his dimples were evident, and the Lady looked fully enraptured, a moony, starry-look to her full, doe-eyes; and you swore you saw red.

Jealousy was never a good look, but you were swelling with anger that you didn't know where to put it - nor what to do - that you turned to the men, and smiled at them, "I'm terribly sorry, my Lord - my King," you nodded, patting Viserys' arm, "but I am feeling faint and think I should retire for the evening. I will see you all tomorrow, yes? For the start of the hunt, yes?"

"Oh, yes," Viserys beamed, looking to the two young Lords, "surely, you're joining us, yes? The Lords and men go on a hunt to commence the start of the season - and legend has it, who ever slaughters our prey will be successful in court."

You smiled, "I'm sure the lads will consider this, my King. For now, I must be off."

"Would you like me to walk you back?" Kase asked.

"No, love, you stay - mingle, and have fun," you waved gently. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, step-mother," he whispered, kissing your cheek. Jamie followed after, nodding as if to ask if you were truly okay; to which you replied 'of course' by genuinely smiling at him and letting your hand squeeze over his.

You swiftly dodged around the remaining people to push into the foyer, and with a hand to the stone wall, took a sobering breath. For some reason, the sight of Daemon dancing with another Lady drove you up the wall - and the fact that he was dancing (again) with the newly-of-age Lady Laena Valyeron just sent your heart to your feet.

Wiping a hand down your face, you sighed deeply, and figured Daemon would seek you out eventually - and considering you shared chambers now, it was inevitable and unavoidable.

Yet, your heart couldn't help but feel detrimentally heavy because the truth was, despite the King's support, you and Daemon were not yet courting "officially" and while he spoke of your marriage often, it wasn't something set in stone yet... Meaning there was room for anyone else to slither between you.

The idea hollowed your heart and you swiftly made for your bed chambers. When you burst through the second door, into your room, you saw Mary jump in fear. "Lady!" she gasped, "I did not hear you coming - you gave me a fright!"

"My apologies, Mary," you mumbled, distracting yourself with removing your jewelry at your vanity.

"Is everything all right, Lady?"

And for some reason, the sound of your longest-standing companion and only, true confidant's voice shattered your heart, and your mouth was spewing all of your worries to her. You busied yourself around the room so much that she eventually sat down to just watch as you tore jewels from your neck, ears, wrists, and fingers, setting them all delicately into their velvet boxes, before hastily removing your evening gown as you ranted.

Mary just watched as your eyes had narrowed, then blown wide to fight off tears, eventually ending on your most pressing worry, "Court is officially in season and there are plenty of beautiful women abound. What if he... What if he doesn't choose me?"

Mary frown, "Are you sure you're thinking straight, Lady?"

"My mind's never felt more clear than before now, Mary," you sighed, tugging your singlet on and slouching into your vanity's chair. Mary softly started to untangle your hair.

"He loves you, Lady."

"Odd way to show it," you frowned.

"No," she smiled at you through the vanity mirror. "He is playing the field right now - you were adamant you wanted your coupling to appear as natural and scandal-free as possible. Perhaps, he is giving a show, I mean... We are talking of Prince Daemon Targaryen, after all. Gods know if anyone loves a good deal, it's that lad."

You sighed, "Perhaps... And yet, he can have anyone he wants."

"And he still wants you," she tried to assure. "I think you worry too much, and jealousy - "

"It is not jealousy, Mary," you whispered sadly, "but sheer worry that he will see clearer now. I want to wait for this courting season to appear natural, yes, but what if that was the wrong idea? What if this allows him the freedom to find a Lady he truly wants?"

"Has the Prince ever alluded to wanting anyone other than you, Lady?"

"No, Mary, he's not, but now that court's in session - I might have to endure changes I did not ever want to confront."

Mary sighed and gently plaited your hair in two thick, scalped braids. She patted your shoulders, "Try to get some rest, Lady."

"Thank you," you whispered with a sad sigh. "I'll see you in the morning, yes?"

"I'll be here."

After your maid let herself out, you cleaned your chambers of out-of-place items moved around during your preparations earlier that day. When done, you selected a book from the shelf Daemon liked to keep updated, and snuggled into your shared bed - feeling more alone than ever before.

You were unsure of the time that had passed; opened window letting you know that the festivities were lasting well into the night and you wondered if Daemon was partaking this evening. As your fingers deftly turned pages, you let your emotions swell to the point of tears; letting golden-banded fingers wipe your cheeks.

Your tears must've dried due to the wine you sipped, mind slowly loosening of the worry you felt hours before. Your mind wondered into the world of the novel resting in your lap, fire crackling in conversation at the end of the bed, and muscles slowly relaxing into the feather-stuffed mattress beneath you. And when your ears heard the portrait door's mechanisms whirl to life, your throat involuntarily tightened and your emotions came crashing back.

When the bedchamber door's open, you did not tear your eyes from the inked parchment, and only took a slow pull of your goblet.

"There you are," Daemon breathed, the smile on his lips evident. "I was looking for you, darling."

"And here you've found me."

"Hmm," he considered, door shutting firmly, "yes, and here I've found you, but it seems as if something's wrong, my love. What's happened?"

Your jaw clenched, "Nothing Daemon - "

"Does not seem as if it's nothing," he pointed out with a frown, discarding his boots. "Come, dove, just talk to me."

"Daemon, perhaps I am at a loss for words."

"Why is that?"

"I feel irrational," you sighed, eyes staring at the same passage.

"Dove," Daemon spoke softly, nearing the bed to take a seat beside you. "You know you can say anything to me."

"Yes, but it is silly," you huffed.

His hands reached out to confiscate both book and goblet, setting them aside before readjusting so you faced one another. His hands replaced your previous items, giving a loving squeeze. "My dove," he spoke softly, "is this about how I noted your absence after I shared a dance with the Lady Laena?"

You fought off the urge to roll your eyes, "Are you mocking me?"

"Not a bit."

"It's just... I am unaccustomed to this. Before, my husband bedded whores more than he serviced the crown. I never craved him, never desired him, and I never cared if he did not pay me any attention. But with you, my Prince?" Your voice turned soft and somber, eyes diverting to where your hands were conjoined. "Yet with you, I cannot control the way my heart absolutely constricts and weeps when I even see you with other ladies, yes. Call it jealousy, call it childish, I do not care - but I do care about us. And how seeing you with any other Lady makes me feel replaceable - "

"What?" He demanded, hands tightening yours; drawing your eyes to his. "You are not replaceable, my love, no where close to it. You understand me? You are not replaceable in my life - for all the love the Gods give us, I have much more to give to you. You're more than enough for me, and you must understand that."

"I do - "

"Then, please, pet, do not let the shows we put on for the public ever make you doubt my love for you."

You sighed, feeling foolish tears well in your eyes. "Does it make a difference that you were dancing with the Lady Laena? A daughter who can offer you more than I, including white-haired babes?"

Daemon looked vividly confused, "You think that is what I care about?"

"I know you better than most, Daemon, please, do not taunt me," you snipped.

The man before you scoffed, "Perhaps you do not know me at all."

"I'm sorry?"

"Perhaps you were right," he nodded, releasing your hands to stand, "and that too much time has passed. We are different now than when we were children."

Confusion twisted your stomach, "What're you saying? Daemon!" You gasped when he pulled his boots back on.

"I am taking my leave for the night, my Lady," he didn't look at you, gathering a cloak. "Perhaps I was too hasty in my decision for us to cohabitate."

"Daemon!"

"Goodnight," he threw over his shoulder, slipping out the door. You stood in shell-shock for a moment, unsure what to do as your heart felt like it cracked and you were left gaping for air like a fish.

Your confusion lasted into the following day, where Daemon avoided you as if you carried the plague. There was a mock tournament starting as a sporting event to showcase the men's skills, and while Daemon was easily the strongest competitor, he did not seek your favor as he has nearly every other time.

He asked nor accepted any favor, being the one silver lining - but still!

You were dreadfully bored of avoiding other Lords and mentoring your step-sons, praying Daemon would provide something of a relief; but his eyes never found yours during meals and you felt invisible to his eye. Yet, the Lady Laena was not, and you were forced to watch the young Valyeron Lady eat it up as if he meant to shower her with his attention. You tried to keep in mind that it was all 'for show', yet, with his distance from you, it was hard to believe.

You took your meal quietly, and when Kase asked if you were feeling all right, you knew your face must've held your emotions. "Yes, love," you assured gently. "Sorry, must've zoned out for a moment."

He nodded, "That's for sure."

"Kase," you warned gently, reaching for your goblet of wine.

"Well, you only missed your father arriving with your little sister - " Kase stopped himself when you choked lightly on your sip of wine, leaning forward to block your view as you tried to uselessly dab at the spilt wine down your dress.

Your only luck was that it was burgundy in color already.

"What?" You demanded, looking up the banquet table instantly. Your heart froze in your chest, your eyes widened, and your hands shook when you caught sight of the man who sired you - the same man who sold you off at age 14 to marriage and (literally) never looked back.

"Step-mother?" Kase wondered gently, unaware of the panic swelling in your chest.

Your eyes searched for an exit route, but you were trapped as the King was rising for a toast - welcoming your Lord father - and commending the 'beautiful matches' he's already bore witness to blooming. In the meantime, both Kase and Jamie were watching you with worry as sweat broke out on your brow and upper lip.

When your hands turned white from the bruising grip you held on the arms of your chair, either boy on your sides placed a comforting hand over your own to try and pry them free. It was like all you could hear was a high-pitched whine, eyes swelling with tears as your father, a 'respected' Lord of the courts, looked all too smug to parade your newly-turned-15 sister.

She was easily a beauty, and he knew her appearance would warrant much attention; feeling far too smug about his position now. You were forced to remain through the rest of the meal, yet not a single thing was eaten from your plate out of sheer anxiety of your father's booming laughter. Kase muttered to you softly, leaning back in his chair to lower his voice and keep your conversation private; doing an effective job of distracting you, as Jamie silently glowered.

The young Lord had become protective of you and though he didn't know why, your father's arrival had set you on edge, and he wasn't okay with that. When King Viserys dismissed everyone for the evening, you were ready to skip the mingling portion of the evening and just get the hell out of there - but fate had another plan.

"Sister!"

Your throat tightened as your smiled at the young girl. "Jasline," You breathed. "Safe travels?"

"Oh, yes," she nodded, but before she could continue, your father was looming into the circle.

"Daughter," he greeted grimly.

"Father," you nodded. "Um, might I make introductions? Father, sister, these are my step-sons, the Lords Jamie and Kase. Lads, this is my sister, Jasline, and my - "

"Charmed," Jamie perked a brow, eyeing the two up and down. "Might there be a reason for your late arrival? Our step-mother did not warn us that was customary."

Smirking at the innuendo, you feigning, "No, Jamie, typically not for those who respect the King's time and resources."

"Hmm, thought so," he mused, turning back to your father just as Viserys, Alicent, and Daemon were nearing the group. You swallowed nervously and thread your hand around Kase's upper arm, who subtly shifted closer to you as a sign that he was at your side.

"Well, isn't this nice!" Viserys beamed, unaware of the growing tensions.

"Yes, yes, like a family reunion," Daemon smirked. "Lord," he nodded to your father.

"Prince Daemon," your father stiffly greeted. "Might I introduce my daughter, Jasline?"

Your skin grew cold to the touch as Daemon's hand reached for your sister's to press a kiss to the back of her hand. Your throat bobbed, unable to tear your eyes away, and missing the way your father smirked. Your ears suddenly caught your father saying, "Yes, yes, well, with the Prince's newly-single status, I was hoping to make a match with the crown - since it failed the first time."

"What?" You asked, throat drying.

Your father smirked, "Tis a handsome match, isn't it? Your sister, the Prince of the City - what a couple they'd make."

"Yes, well," Viserys looked nervous, "both of your daughters are fetching, my Lord - "

"Yet, I only sponsor Jasline this season," he smirked, gesturing to the young thing. "So, I am only interested in one match, since my other daughter no longer bares our family name."

You were shocked by the blatant disrespect.

"Good thing our step-mother is here to simply sponsor my brother and I," Kase assured gently. "And it's been a long day, has it not?"

"Indeed," You agreed quietly.

"Might I escort you to your room, step-mother?" He asked, not waiting for an answer before leading you away. You felt suffocated as you bowed to the Royal Family before swiftly turning, not sparing your father or sister a glance, and let Kase sweep you from the hall with Jamie following closely.

"Lads?" You whispered, six feet storming down the halls.

"What do you need?" Jamie checked.

"Your aid," You sniffled.

"With?"

"Moving my belongings..."

"Anything you need," Kase nodded, "we'll do our best to help with."

"Whatever you need," Jamie agreed.

part four: Total Eclipse of the Heart

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A little fandom crossover but I've been obsessed with the concept of Warlock Darth Vader and Fae Obi-Wan who fall in love with each other 👀 

It's Sunday prompt day !! 🥳

I'm so excited about this new concept and I received very interesting prompts to write about, I can't wait to post them all !

This one was the first I wrote about, thank you for sending it, it gave me so many ideas, I got a little carried away aha. I couldn't write the whole falling in love process or I had to write a whole fic but I hope you'll still enjoy it !! 💕

TW : mention of heavily scarred body (kinda suitless Vader)

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When Vader first sets foot on Aldhani, he immediately feels like the atmosphere is different than any other planet he’d ever landed on. And he has visited a lot, conquered a lot.

This one would make no exception.

Stepping off the metallic bridge of his ship, he presses the sole of his boots on the wet ground, tall grass lazily dancing in the wind around his legs.

The view is breathtaking, a soothing break in the dark turmoils of the war.

Framing the valley in which he landed are mountains, rising high enough to be crowned by the clouds. The early morning light is painting them in shades of orange and the only sounds he can hear are the singing of the birds, the light breeze playing with his hair and his own breathing, loud and unnatural.

Closing his eyes, he lets his mind wander, searching for any living presence in the area.

It’s an easy mission, the population being mainly made up of farmers and religious people, none of them bearing any kind of power. That's why he came alone, on the orders of his master, counting on his magic and lightsaber alone to convince them to join the Empire.

When he’s done scanning his surroundings for any advanced intelligent form - he hasn’t found any - he decides that his best chance is to leave his ship behind and to follow the river deeper in the valley until he finds a village.

Before leaving, he decides to change his heavy suit and coat for something lighter and more practical. He adjusts the lightsaber to his tunic belt, wraps himself in a long dark cape and checks that his portable oxygenator is fully charged. Once he’s done making sure it’s carefully strapped to his mouth and nose and working fine, converting the right amount of air into his oxygen needs, he grabs his traveling bag and heads to the river.

The walk is pretty gentle on his mechanic joints, far more comfortable than walking on the rough stone banks of Mustafar or worst, in the sand. Here he doesn’t even think about his next steps as he strolls along the riverside, leaving space for his head to think and his senses to explore.

The Force is strong in here, almost palpable, pure life energy flowing into every being, from the smallest flower to the highest mountain. It’s neither good nor bad he realises. It’s nothing and it’s everything at the same time. It doesn’t care about the war, it doesn’t care about politics, about pain and hope. It exists only to serve a purpose : giving life and keeping the gears of the universe turning.

The thought keeps him wondering for a while.

The sun is high when he’s confronted to a choice. He's deep down in the bottom of the valley and in front of him the river is sinking between trees marking the edges of a forest. He can continue following it or try to avoid the woods in which he might get lost.

He hesitates for a second, deciding to rely on his instincts. The call of the forest is strong, as if the Force is even denser here, flowing through the sap of the old trees and impregnating the very ground. He can almost feel it buzzing around him.

So he follows it.

The cover of the trees is welcomed as the sun starts to hit harder in the middle of the day. He has dropped the cape and rolled up his sleeves, exposing one delicately crafted mechanic arm, the other one being only torn flesh and burned skin. Still functional but painful and unsightly. He doesn't really care, he has learned how to wield his lightsaber with his other hand.

The scars on his body and face are another thing, though. They make him suffer every minute, a painful reminder of what he had to endure to become as powerful as he is today. They took away any sense of comfort he had taken for granted for too long, forcing him to rely on a machine to draw breath after breath and keep himself alive. They also took away the privilege of being perceived as “normal” in other people eyes, not that he seeks any kind of contact with any kind of people, but some looks still hurt, even years later.

He's on the edge of the slippery path to self-loathing when something makes him stops right in his tracks. A feeling.

Looking around, he realises that the river has given life to the beginning of a lake. From where he is, he can see it entirely ; a calm body of water enclosed by ancient trees, their reddish foliage reflecting in the water like a mirror.

For a moment he just stays there, staring at the gorgeous sight. It looks like a dream.

Light pierces through the branches, illuminating the myriad of insects flying over the surface of the lake, diving through the shades of blue to highlight the silver scales of the fish hiding in the shadows.

The Force is so thick in here, bathing every creature in vital energy, he can taste it on the back of his tongue.

And then he realises why he had stopped in the first place. He had felt something. Something bigger than the frogs and the deers wandering around. Something with a consciousness so vast and complex he wonders why he’s only feeling it just now.

It is there, right in the middle of the lake.

Someone.

Vader’s heart misses a beat as he crouches down behind the trunk of an elder tree.

There’s a creature immerged in the deep waters, swimming gracefully between the water lilies. A man, as far as he can tell. The sun, where it pierces through the leaves, is kissing his pale skin and making his wet hair look like a flaming crown.

Vader’s eyes are stuck to his silhouette, and the time seems to stretch out as he follows him slowly getting back to the bank.

And then the man climbs out of the water and he doesn’t know if he’s chocked out by the fact that he’s completely naked or if it’s because of the pair of wings sticking out of his back. His face still heats up all the same.

Saying that this creature is the most beautiful person he’s layed his eyes on is an understatement.

He’s gorgeous, droplets of water running down his skin like little beads of light, bronze hair sticking on the back of his neck, his body lean and strong.

And there’s the wings. Vader still has a hard time believing his own eyes.

They’re tall, rising up a few inches above his head and falling to his bare feet, where he notices a bracelet around one of his ankles.

They look incredibly thin and fragile, for they’re mostly transparent. But when they're playing with the light, they’re suddenly painted in a million color, like a diamond in a beam. He’s never seen something like that before, it’s hypnotizing.

Just when he leans a bit closer on the tree, his scarred hand rips on the bark and he loses his balance, putting a knee on the ground with a loud thud, and the echo of the sound seems to ripple in the Force.

Immediately the man turns his head in his direction, scrutinizing the shadows where he hides.

“Who’s there ?” He asks warily, swiftly picking up a piece of clothes on the ground and putting it on.

Vader feels a tingle of regret when the beige tunic drapes almost all of his body, covering his arms and falling just above his knees. He watches him tighten it at the waist with another blue piece of fabric, and feels his cheeks burning up again when the man picks up a thinner leather belt that he fixes around his thigh, lifting the tunic in the process. He notices the dagger in the sheath just before the piece of clothes falls back again, hiding the pretty thigh and the weapon with it. He’s so fascinated by the whole sight that he needs a second to realise that the wings are gone.

“I can feel you.” The man says again, and this time he’s moving in his direction. “Show yourself.”

Vader can understand what he says without any problems. His accent informs him that he’s probably not a native from this planet.

He weights his choices for a while. The stranger doesn't seem to be dangerous, and his weapon is no match again his lightsaber. Maybe he can even lead him to the nearest village.

He steps out of the shadow of the tree with his hands up, showing no sign of hostily.

“I’m sorry.” He says. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

The man stops in his tracks and his eyes widen when they land on Vader’s face, his lips parting in a horrified grimace.

Vader is used to that kind of reaction, but he can’t help feeling sharply self-conscious about his looks under the creature's gaze. It almost makes him want to hide under his hood.

They stare at each other for a long while, none of them daring to move or to speak. Vader feels like the stranger’s eyes are piercing right through him, dissecting every one of his scars, reading every bad decisions leading to them like an open book. He has to force himself not to squirm under his gaze.

Then the man takes a step closer, reducing the distance between them from another meter. From where he stands Vader can see his face better, he can tell that his eyes are the same color as the lake, fierce and suspicious, or that he looks like he’s in his late thirties. His skin seems as soft as his own is damaged, studded with a galaxy of freckles on his nose and cheeks. A beard is framing his perfect face, sharing bronze and golden hues with the hair falling on his shoulders.

He looks like the Sun personified and Vader cannot take his eyes of him.

“Who are you, stranger ?” The man asks, pulling him out of his thoughts. “State your name and business.”

His voice is firmer and colder, but it still sounds like music to Vader’s ears. He sees his hand getting closer to his thigh when he doesn’t answer and decides to speak then.

“I think I’m lost.” He half lies. “My ship crashed half a day of walk from here and I’m looking for the nearest village to repair it.”

The man raises an eyebrow and takes another careful step closer.

“I heard no such thing as the crash of a ship. And you didn’t tell me your name.”

“Is it really that imp-”

Vader cannot end his sentence that a root breaks out from the soil and wraps itself around his legs, pinning him to the ground and growing bigger by the second, curling up around his waist and pressing his arms to his side like one of those snakes he saw once in an archive. The pressure is strong enough to immobilize him but it feels like they could break his bones at any moment. When they reach his throat, the instinctive rush of magic flowing through his body makes his skin tingle, ready to be used at full power to defend himself.

“I can feel the darkness in you.” The man growls.

His dagger is in his hand now, and there’s something irradiating from him in the Force. It takes Vader a second to understand that he’s also using some kind of magic to control the roots. It makes him re-evaluate the situation and his opponent.

“Alright.” He says, struggling as one of the roots wraps itself tighter around his throat. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

The man frowns and slides in front of him, close enough for Vader to see every details of his face, like the little mole under his right eye or the pink shade of his lips, twisted in an upset line.

“What are you ?” He enquires, making no move to ease the pressure on the other’s body.

“I’m- I'm a warlock.” Vader decides to reveal. It’s a half-truth, but the stranger doesn't need to know more. He doesn’t need too convinced, though.

“Liar.” He hisses a few inches from his face and Vader can feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on as his self-preservation instinct begins to doubt whether he's the predator in this situation. “You reek of the dark side. Why are you here ?”

As he asks questions, the man grabs the sides of his cape and pulls them apart to search him. It doesn’t take long until he finds his lightsaber, that he takes with a disgusted look on his face.

“You’re a Sith.” He growls, narrowing his eyes to look at him more closely, hostility clearly written on his features. “You’re siding with the Empire. You’re here to enslave us.”

Vader doesn’t deny it, there’s no use.

“Don’t kill me.” He just asks softly, and he doesn't even have a good excuse to add.

“And why would I let you live ?” The man snarls. “When you come here bringing chaos, pain and destruction ?”

He takes a step back suddenly, looking around in alert.

“Are there others like you ?”

“I came alone.” Vader replies, he had stopped struggling and the roots had stopped tightening, making it uncomfortable but not impossible to breathe. “I swear.”

“Why should I trust you ?” The man asks again, crossing his arms against his chest.

“I’ll let you read in my mind.” Vader says. “You’ll see I'm telling the truth.”

It’s a risky move. He doesn’t know how powerful the stranger is, and he already made the mistake of underestimating him once. But he doesn't want to engage in a fight.

The man gives him a suspicious look. He has no reason to trust him, but he seems conflicted. Vader can almost hear his thoughts. He’s not sure he’s strong enough to kill him if he tried, but he doesn't want to put his village in danger by bringing him there as a prisoner. It’s a dead end. Maybe he can offer a solution.

“I could… Tell the Empire that I found no-one here.” He says carefully. “That you already fled to another system to seek the help of the rebellion.”

The man's eyebrows shot up at his words.

“And why exactly would you do that ?”

“It would be a waste to destroy a planet like that. Where the Force is so strong and balanced.” Vader replies, and then coughs as his oxygenator finally has a hard time providing enough oxygen in his state.

The man observes him for a while, pondering.

“So you’ll just fly back to your emperor and lie to his face for the sake of one planet out of the hundreds you probably already doomed ? This is absurd.”

“This- This planet is no use for the Empire.” Vader says and, oh, black dots are dancing around his vision now. “I- I can’t breathe.”

He sees the man straighten, peering at him to evaluate if he’s trying to fool him or if he’s really in distress.

That’s when his legs give way under his weight that he has a glimpse of the stranger rushing to him before everything goes black.

When he comes back to his senses, he’s lying on his back on a pile of soft leaves, under the cover of what looks like a weeping willow. It takes a second for his brain to kick in, and when it does his first reflex is to get up. That’s when he realizes that his hands are tied in front of him, and that he’s not alone.

“I thought you were dead for a while.” The man sitting a few meters away from him says.

He’s building a fire camp with dry wood and terse grass. He added another layer on his shoulders and Vader shivers when the chill air of the evening slips under his thin tunic. He must have blacked out for a few hours. Without thinking, he closes his eyes and concentrates on the fire camp. A second later, a spark ignites in his center and flames start to consume the dry wood.

He can’t help but smirk when he hears the man gasp at his little trick.

“What-”

“Relax.” He says, slowly sitting up on the ground. “I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just cold.”

The stranger makes a face but doesn’t reply. Instead he picks up his dagger and starts to peel some edible roots piled up by his side.

Vader watches him in silence for a while. He’s still as fascinated by the stranger. He wants to know more about him. About his story.

“What’s your name ?” He finally asks, trying to find a more comfortable position for his metallic joints. At least his oxygenator is working fine again.

The man raises his head in his direction, his blue eyes staring at him with a mix of curiosity and defiance.

“You didn’t tell me yours.”

“Ah, fair enough.” Vader replies with a light smile. He hesitates for a millisecond. “Anakin. My name is Anakin.”

“Anakin.” The man repeats, and it’s strange to hear it in the mouth of someone else. To hear it again after such a long time. Maybe it’s not as dead as he thought. “I’m Obi-Wan.”

Vader thinks that it’s a beautiful name for a beautiful man he met on a beautiful planet.

Now he doesn’t have to get back to the emperor just yet, does he ? He can take a few days away from the war, from the horrors and the pain. He can pretend that he’s not a monster for a while. He can bathe in the beauty and the calm of this planet, let it heal him even if he doesn’t deserve it. The best he can do is to avoid corrupting it.

“Obi-Wan.” He tastes the name on his tongue and decides that he likes it. “Tell me more about you.”

[uncannyalien]

Asking some AU comp competitors & supporters:

- Are there any AUs you weren't familiar with that have recently caught your attention, or that you would like to learn more about?

- What are some AUs/fanworks that you enjoy, and would encourage more people to go check out? (Doesn't have to be in the comp!)

Oh Stars, where do I begin?

The server of the competition is full of so many creators, many of whom I have never met or known of their AUs before(I'm still quite new to the fandom), and it's been great engaging with all of them!

I can't list every single AU I wanna learn more about, there's too many!

I'm very intrigued by Aberration by probablynotarutabega whom I'm going up against in the coming bracket, and I literally spent some time today reading what they have available so I could get to know it better! I hope we're at least able to team up!

There's also the Revelations Timeline AU by idk im just here now who has a really cool insight into how the Krang and the magic system works in their AU! I'd like to say we've become friends over this little time

Of course I have to talk up some of my friends AUs!

Minecraft Isekaid by songdrop (who has teamed up with Mitosis by Varian_dislikes_cheese) is a really cool AU about the rise boys getting stuck in Minecraft but as they explore things are not quite how they know. They're incredibly talented at art and storytelling and have so many ideas it's absolutely insane!

There's also the Soulmates(Evil) AU by Evan that's heavy Mikey angst and it's wonderful to see the other characters beating up MeatSweats

Oh dear this is gonna be long isn't it ehe. There's just too many to count!

The Employees is done by multiple folks and follows a collective of OCs that work for Senior Hueso

Minor Interference by bambiraptorx is on my To Read list where the turtles accept Draxum's offer of training with him

As for ones that are not in the competition I have many suggestions:

Clean up Crew also by songdrop, a small fic that's part of his like, 6 AUs in one universe the guy's an idea machine!

I discovered A Mirror's Reflection by ratsistryingtheirbest here on Tumblr as just a "what if" post and I may or may not have sort of dared them into making it. And it's really good! A rise Future AU where Leo, Mikey, and CJ are sent to another reality post-apocalypse where their brothers survived. And won the war.

The Nexus Heir by ItzCoffee is a fun AU where Leo gets manipulated into Big Mama's care

I'm not particularly one for fics that have romance/shipping or the Next Generation trope, but Little Warrior by NovelistServant is a proud exception for me. This is an AU where Future Raph gets sent back in time with a baby CJ and things sure do happen. Prepare to cry, prepare to laugh, prepare to cry again but happy this time. I've read it twice

A Tale of Spirits by unorthodoxx recently updated and I'm so excited with where the story is going. You like turtles? You like ATLA? You're gonna like this one

And last but certainly not least, I'd be remiss if I didn't shameless plug my own AU: Remember Forever. I've written plenty of stories before but this is my first fanfiction and it's the longest project I've had so far. It's a post-season 2 pre-movie rise AU where Mikey discovers an alien(that is definitely not my self-insert) and shenanigans ensue. You can of course learn more at my masterpost which is pinned on my blog and by giving it a read! I'm trying my best to write some fluff while also acknowledging that these characters have Gone Through Things.

There are so many more AUs than these that I've mentioned so seriously go check everyone out! Thanks so much for the ask and I wish everyone a great time in the competition!

[missmaywemeetagain]

Pink Scarf - PART 13 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years.  [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: Spanking. Dom!Elvis and dom/sub dynamics. Rough sex. ANGST. Panic attack (sort of?). Jealousy. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.  

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)        ||     Word Count: 5,073

A/N: Woo baby, here we go again, ya'll! I know some of y'all were feeling lots of things after Part 12, so here's the hopefully-interesting conclusion to that particular encounter. But be warned, Reader and Elvis are very much still going through it with a lot of big emotions and reactions to those emotions.

(Also, the convo about the moon is real *sob*, though of course not to our reader originally.)

You will also notice the addition of the Pink Scarf Series Masterlist! I've pinned it as the top post on my page as well as changed it at the top of all the chapter parts. This will hopefully help end the confusing navigation issues that people were running into. I'm sorry it took so long. I will likely add some fun post links for the playlist and photos from the different eras referenced in different parts for funsies at some point!

As always, to all my babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to Elvis Twitter, who stumbled into the Pink Scarf vortex and are now with us in the chokehold of '69 Pink Scarf Era Elvis and are supporting and sharing this lil' fic over there--I see you and appreciate you! 👀💋

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I think I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues or if I missed anyone. There seem to be some issues with tagging that I can't seem to fix, so please know I'm not leaving you out intentionally! Also, if you comment on a previous part that you want to be tagged, I might not always see it, so feel free to message me if I miss you!

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat! 

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch. 

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my long-neglected AO3 account (which some of you already discovered!), so if you are so inclined, you can check it out over there, though it's not all updated yet!)

Elvis rises from the velvet couch. He looks incredible, powerful, his tan face flushed, those electric blue irises blown black with rage and lust, a combination that sends fear and excitement like a bolt of lightning down your spine.

Your chest begins to heave as he undoes his belt. He is staring daggers into you as he does so. Jaw clenching, those pouty lips in a stern line, he unzips his fly, letting his tailored pants fall down over his narrow hips. Even though you know you can stop this at any time, the way he’s looking at you makes you feel like you pushed him too far indeed, and he is not going to go easy on you, and a part of you is glad for it. You look up at him, eyes wide.

“Open that dirty lil’ mouth for me, y/n,” he orders, one hand pumping his dick. Precum already glistens on the tip, and the way he says your name feels like an admonishment. Your legs go weak at the implication of what he is commanding.

You obey, mouth dropping open, and he guides himself in. Your eyes roll back at the salty taste of him as he fills you.

“No, no, baby, you look at me while I punish you. Gotta see that you’re learnin’ your lesson,” Elvis says, grabbing your hair and pulling up, forcing your eyes to open.

His words have more wetness pooling in your core and at this rate, you’re worried you’ll drip on the expensive, lush couch. You look up and Elvis looks positively godlike and gorgeous looming over you, his mouth popping open and eyes wild with desire as you widen your tongue over the bottom of his cock. You start to bring your hands up to fondle him, but he slaps them away, his eyes smoldering.

“No, you take what I give you,” he growls, then without warning, plunges deep, hitting the back of your throat.

Unprepared, you sputter and gag around his hot length, but he holds you still, his hand strong at the back of your hair. He moans and pushes deeper, and you begin to panic a little, tears stinging your eyes.

“Look at me.” You look up. “Next time you want to use this mouth on anyone else, I want you to think of my cock deep in your throat, just like this,” Elvis whispers vehemently. “I want you to remember that mine’s the only cock you should ever even think about choking on.” He pushes a little deeper for emphasis. You moan, the vibrations making him shudder. He pulls out, strings of your saliva clinging to his dick, and you can breathe again. You take in deep breaths because something tells you this is not over and that thought has your thighs quivering with need.

“Is that clear, lil’ girl?” he says, fingers wrapping in your hair and pulling tightly. He looks down at you like he could eat you alive, drunk with power.

“Yes, Daddy,” you concede.

“Gonna be good for me and learn your lesson?” he says, tapping his swollen head on your lips. You open wide and look up at him again through wet lashes, relishing in the way he makes you feel so small yet also like you’re the only other person in the world.

“There’s my good lil’ girl, so hungry for me,” he praises.

His words have you rubbing your thighs together, desperate for friction, as he pushes into you again. You are more prepared this time, but Elvis is still longer than you’re used to, so you gag around him. He groans low and long, those long dark lashes of his fluttering as his eyes drift closed, as though he is composing himself to continue. When he opens his eyes again, the lust in them is so palpable that it sends a searing heat rolling over you, spreading through your body like wildfire. He begins fucking your face unrelentingly, holding your head fast as he plows in so deep that the hairs at his base tickle your lips. He pulls out enough to let you breathe and checks in with you nonverbally before disciplining you again, his length sliding down your throat, filling you in a way you never imagined possible.

“Relax that throat, honey,” Elvis encourages you. “Doin’ so good, baby, taking your punishment,” he murmurs, looking down at you, eyes inebriated with you as he fucks your mouth.

You know you are a mess, tears streaming down your face, covered in spit, with absolutely obscene sounds coming from your mouth as he uses you in a way that no man has before. But you don’t care because all of Elvis Presley’s attention is on you, you are making him feel good, his dick is down your throat, and god, that makes you want to come undone.

His pace quickens and you feel him tense all over, his legs beginning to shudder, and you know he’s close. His lips tremble and curl as he grits his teeth, those bedroom eyes falling shut as his grip in your hair tightens and stills you.

“You’re gonna hold on to it for me, baby…aw, hell!” he cries out, eyes rolling back, and you feel him pulse, his warm salty cum hitting the back of your throat. You obey, trying not to choke as he fills you up, pumping his frustration and possessiveness into you. Holding his cum in your mouth, you wait patiently as he pulls himself out of you.

He catches himself so he doesn’t collapse on top of you, his gorgeous blues blinking slowly as he comes back down to earth, taking you in. You’ve never seen something so sexy in your life as seeing him come apart.

“Open your mouth,” Elvis commands, looking at you intensely and once seeing the pool of his desire there, he nods approvingly. “Swallow,” he orders, tapping your chin closed with his index finger, and you do, making a show of gulping it down. He grabs your chin, those still wounded eyes trapping you in their gaze. “You ain’t never gonna spit me out, are ya, baby?”

You know he’s referring to what you said you did with Jack. He’s still not happy about it, his voice both authoritative and hurt.

“No, Daddy,” you respond. You don’t want anyone but Elvis ever again, if you can possibly help it, though you don’t know how realistic that is. But you don’t want to think about that now.

He grunts and runs his thumb over your bottom lip. The heated way he looks at you lets you know he’s not done with you yet.

“Such a good lil’ girl for Daddy,” he praises, “Takin’ your lessons so well.” He runs his fingers through your hair, then effortlessly pulls you up to standing. You are so close to him, but not touching, reminding you of that moment a mere week ago in the bar the night of the opening of his show. How you had practically rolled up his body, the teasing tension between you thick but much more innocent than it is now. Now, his assertive essence envelops you to the point of dizziness, your physical need for him slick between your thighs and the rest of you needing him on a level you’ve never needed from anyone.

Elvis looks down at you, eyes heavy but alert, still brimming with passion but unwavering. You bring your hand to his chest, but he catches your wrist before you can touch him with a tsk and a shake of his head. You cannot help but pout, your need growing exponentially the more he denies you.

Instead, Elvis sits on the sofa, kicking off his pants, spread wide for you to see his half-hard dick between his lean, toned thighs. Tilting his chin down and looking up at you in that famously cocky and alluring way of his, he demands, “Take of your dress.”

You blink for a moment, then realizing he wants a bit of a show, you turn and unzip slowly, your dress falling into a puddle at your feet. Your panties are already tangled there, from when he took his hand to your backside, and you step out of them, turning towards him in only your bra.

He just looks up at you through those classic rebellious but boyish eyes, reminding you of a time long ago. You can’t help but see the petulant young man in him, the one that parents hated and teenagers fell over, as he lifts his hand to signal that he wants you completely naked for him. You shiver at the sudden thought that maybe, just maybe, you could’ve had him like this a long, long time ago. That he could’ve taken you in that booth in the diner or on the lawn at his house in the cover of darkness, his young and less experienced hands petting you, luscious lips soft on yours, making you fall apart for him in more innocent ways.

And out of everything that has occurred in the last hour, that is the thought that really has you feeling hot all over, the one that brings you close to shame and the blatant realization that maybe you two were headed here all along. That these games you’ve been playing didn’t start a week ago, but nearly 14 years ago. That as much as you came to love Jack, it might’ve been Elvis who you truly fell for first.

It nearly knocks the breath from you as you remove the last bit of clothing from your body, exposing yourself completely for this mesmerizing man who has the masses in the palm of his hand, who has you in the palm of his hand. He beckons you to him wordlessly; he doesn’t need words, and you go to him as if hypnotized.

You think you knew subconsciously then what you know consciously now—Elvis Presley cannot be contained. He is beyond any other man in that he belongs to both everyone and no one. Trying to tie him down would be like keeping an eagle from flight. Somehow you sensed that in 1955 and let him go before you could even dream to tie him down. And now, more than anything, you want to fly with him.

He stops you as you walk in between his legs, looking over you with controlled hunger. His fingers dance up your thigh, teasing up to the place you need him the most. You can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips as his fingers flit over your mound.

Head tilted to the side, Elvis speaks again, his voice soft but commanding, “Are you gonna be a good lil’ girl for Daddy, or are you gonna be a brat?”

You ponder that for a second, because honestly both options are tantalizing, so you try to figure out what he wants. Does he want you to submit or to fight him?

Finally, you decide. “I’m gonna be a good girl, Daddy.”

That seems to be the right answer. His lip curls up in a half-smile. With that, he runs a long finger ever so gently between your legs, barely touching your folds. You mewl at the sensation, body shuddering, desperate for more.

“Christ, baby, you’re soaking and I ain’t hardly touched you,” he smirks, looking at your wetness on his fingertip.

You wiggle a little, needing friction, something, anything. He stills your hips and shakes his head. “Uh uh, I thought you said you’re gonna be a good girl. Good girls ask nicely,” he grins.

“Please, please touch me, Daddy,” you plead breathlessly.

He nods, lust filling his eyes, as he deliberately runs two fingers back and forth through your sopping folds before circling over your clit. The stimulation after so long has you moaning, knees weak, nearly falling over into him. Your hips start to rock of their own accord, but his hand stops again and you whine.

“No, tell me exactly what you want, baby,” he coos, eyes heavy lidded but alert.

“I…please…Daddy, I want your fingers inside me,” you whisper, begging. You barely recognize the breathy sound coming from your lips.

“Like this?” he asks, his left eyebrow shooting up as he slowly slips two digits into your pussy.

You groan and nod frantically, but once inside, he does not move them. Frustrated, you buck on his hand.

“Back to being a brat, huh?” he says in such a way that you think he’s glad for it. He spanks your ass, causing you to hiss in surprise, squirming and clenching around his fingers. “So goddamn hungry for it, huh? Didn’t you learn your lesson, baby girl?” His voice is husky and dark again, and you want him so badly it hurts. You’ve had enough of his teasing.

“I guess I fucking didn’t, Daddy,” you say belligerently, impatiently, with as much sass as possible. Being good isn’t getting you anywhere. No, you want him over the edge.

In one quick move he throws you face down onto the sofa. “Guess I’m gonna have to wreck this pretty little cunt of yours then, won’t I, baby girl?” Elvis snarls in your ear, his hand at your neck.

It’s exactly what you want. What you need.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you gasp into the couch cushion, the soft velvet creasing into your cheek, and you hear him groan as though helpless to contain it.

With a loud smack, he hits your ass again and before you can recover from the sting, he’s got his dick between your legs. He’s already hard again (the man’s stamina is unmatched), which you are grateful for as he finally plunges into your pussy, filling you completely.

You cry out in pleasure as Elvis begins fucking the hell out of you, seemingly taking out every frustration and insecurity he has on you in the best of ways. He yanks up your hips, drilling into you relentlessly, filling you, hitting every spot of satisfaction along the way with his length. Your eyes roll back as you clutch at the velvet fabric under your palms. The squelching between your thighs is punctuated by his thrusts and grunts and growls.

Elvis, needing more of you, pulls out and flips you over. His eyes are wild, too wild perhaps, but it doesn’t matter. Those soft pliant lips of his crash into yours frantically before dragging down your neck, teeth biting at your collarbone. You wrap around him, nails digging into his back, scratching into his scalp as those lips scorch into your chest, suckling welts into your breasts, claiming you as his.

When he enters you again, it’s as though he’s trying to consume you from the inside out. Like he wants every part of you at the same time. His beautiful face rockets from one emotion to another—possessive anger to boyish insecurity to passionate lust to unbridled fear—you can’t keep up. You are along for the glorious ride.

Your pleasure builds but it’s not just chasing the high that has you flying above the clouds. It’s that in this moment, he’s yours, all yours, and there is no doubt that you are his. You don’t care about Jack or anything else. It’s just him. It’s all Elvis.

The closer you come to unraveling the more frenetic he becomes. It’s as though everything is being stripped away, leaving him vulnerable and untethered, so he clings to you. This larger-than-life man clings to you and all you want is to get lost in him. But he won’t let you.

“I’m…close…” you stutter breathlessly, needing the release he’s promising, needing him to shoot you far up into the inky black of the night sky.

“Y/n,” he pants, “baby, look at me.”

You stare up into his endless blues.

“Are you mine?” The question is not possessive, or part of the game, or even leading. It’s so completely honest and innocent you almost forget what you’re doing, the cliff you are headed for.

You don’t even have to think about it, it just comes out. “Yes, Elvis, I’m yours.”

And then your climax hits hard, so hard you’re almost blinded, but the way he’s intimately staring into your eyes keeps you grounded as he rides you through it. Your body tenses and then it lets go, and you can barely breathe because everything you’ve been holding in for the last week seems to release from you all at once, in an overwhelming flood of sensation and emotion.

Elvis is so intensely focused on you that you feel as though you might drown in him, drown in all these feelings. Everything seems to collide within you all at once and suddenly you’re crying as you come down, sobbing as your body gives way under the pressure.

“Baby? Oh, god, did I hurt you, baby?” he asks desperately, sounding frightened.

You shake your head, your shaking hand coming up to cover your face. “No…no, it’s…not…that,” you choke out between sobs.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Satnin,” he whispers in your ear, rolling off you and pulling you into his arms.

Satnin…

And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself truly fall apart without trying to cover it up to make someone else comfortable or to push it down and ignore it. You let it overtake you completely, letting yourself be carried away on the flood of uncertainty, of grief over your failed marriage, your inability to conceive, and the feeling that you’ve wasted so much time on all of it. Your fears about opening your heart up again just to be hurt once more also surface, and with them your love, your love for Elvis which has been growing since the day you met, the love you are finally admitting to yourself, which is absolutely terrifying to you because what if it means that everything else was a lie? Was your life with Jack born from a life you knew you couldn’t have with Elvis? And perhaps you are doomed to love yet another man who cannot give you his whole heart?

And then Elvis goes and looks at you like that and asks you if you are his, and of course you are, of course, of course, is all you can think, over and over. But you can’t allow yourself to get lost in another man, especially not this man, but you feel like you have no control. You are being swept away by Elvis, regardless of logic.

You don’t know how long you weep for, wrapped in Elvis’ arms as he pets you and murmurs in your ear, “Satnin, breathe. Breathe, baby.”

You feel like the world is collapsing in on itself, but you anchor yourself to the sound of his voice, that crooning, distinctly Elvis voice, and the feel of his arms around you and you breathe. In and out. In and out.

“That’s it, mama,” he coos, still holding you tightly. “You just get it all out. I’m here.”

He’s here.

That nearly makes you weep all over again, but you continue to breathe through it, through your panic and your doubt until you begin to relax.

Finally, you are able to look at him again, your body feeling strangely light and floaty. Elvis looks at you with a mixture of concern, fear, and protectiveness, trying to comprehend what is happening, but waiting to take your lead rather than asking himself.

“I…I’m sorry. That was…overwhelming,” you breathe out, wiping the wetness from your cheeks.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?” he asks quietly, brow furrowed.

“No, it wasn’t that, that part felt good…it was more like the physical release somehow broke through a dam inside me and sent this flood of emotion through me,” you try to explain, trying to make sense and reassure him at the same time.

He nods and waits for you to continue.

“I…I’m going through some stuff, baby,” you stutter out, “and I’m rethinking a lot of my life and what’s led up to this, us. My marriage is in shambles, and I feel caught up in this whirlpool of emotions that I don’t know how to piece through.” Your voice wavers and you clutch at him, afraid to spin out again. You can’t tell him more than that, not yet, even though you know he is wondering.

Elvis smooths your hair, resting his warm palm against your cheek, his rings cool against the burning of your skin. You sense that he has things he wants to say, you can practically see his thoughts churning, but he holds them back, not wanting to overwhelm you with them. And for that you are grateful.

“Will you come with me?” he finally says, getting up, putting on a robe, and holding out his hand for you. Confused, you take his hand, glad for it, as you are a little dizzy and unsteady on your feet. He holds out another robe for you, wrapping it around you gently, and then pulls you with him.

He opens a door you’ve never seen, one that blended so seamlessly into the wall, you didn’t know it was even there. He takes you up the dark staircase, your thoughts now running with curiosity, and then he opens another door at the top. It reveals a rooftop patio, clad with lounging chairs and all.

You gasp at the sight of the Las Vegas skyline twinkling with neon lights against the darkness of the desert night sky. You are so far up, you feel like you could touch the moon, and it makes you feel more lightheaded than you already are. You clutch at Elvis’ hand, and sensing your awe, he brings you to one of the lounge chairs and encourages you to lie back. He pulls another right up against yours and lies next to you.

There is silence for a moment as you both take in the night sky. The light pollution makes it hard to see all the stars, but some are still there, twinkling in the infinite blackness.

“Keep your eyes on the moon, y/n,” he says quietly. “Do you remember?”

And suddenly, you do.

*

Memphis 1956

It’s a hot and sultry early July night, and you are glad for the new swimming pool here at Elvis’ house on Audubon Drive. Your swimsuit sticks damply to your skin, despite having been out of the pool for a while, causing you to practically peel yourself off the lawn chair you’ve been sitting in. You managed to finish yet another glass of sweet tea as you watch Elvis, Jack, and Elvis’ relations mess around in the pool, but as twilight turns into night, you feel like you need a moment away from the roughhousing of the boys and the tittering of the girls.

You grab your towel and find a quiet spot on the lawn, enough away from the fray that you can breathe, but not in view of the fans camped out in front of Elvis’ house, wishing and begging for a glimpse of their new idol.

It’s mind boggling how quickly he’s gone from hometown celebrity to near superstardom in a year. This is his first real stay at the new home he was able to buy for his parents in this upper crest Memphis neighborhood—a far cry from the projects he grew up in. You are so happy for him, but he has been going nearly nonstop since the turn of the year. In fact, this is his first vacation from the insanity of touring and television appearances and recording sessions since everything blew up for him.

As you lay down on the towel, head looking up to the stars, you think of just how much has changed in the last year. God, a year ago, you thought you’d be engaged to Ted. That thought makes you scrunch up your nose. And now, well, now there was Jack, who was quickly becoming much more than just a friend. And, of course there was Elvis, your handsome friend-turned-celebrity, playing sold out shows that ended in riots with the girls tearing off his clothes and causing an uproar amongst parents everywhere with his jiggling on national television. He was even starting his movie career out in Hollywood next month.

It was all rather overwhelming. It was a wonder he hadn’t forgotten you all back home, but while he had definitely changed in some ways, fame had not changed his unwavering love for his family or his friends.

Suddenly, water rains down on you from above as a tall and very wet-from-the-pool Elvis looms over you, bending down and shaking his wet hair over your face to get your attention.

“Elvis!” you squeal, throwing your hands up to protect your face, “Ew! Stop!”

He laughs that boisterous laugh of his, pleased with himself. “What ya doin’ all the way over here by your lonesome, doll?” he asks, plopping his wet body next to you on your towel. He’s close enough that the cool wet of his arm brushes up against yours as he leans on his side and looks down at you, those eyes of his sparking in the dark. “Ain’t you havin’ fun?” he asks with concern and honesty, with another shake of his head.

You laugh and wipe the droplets off your face, knowing that making a deal of it will just spurn him on and likely get you thrown in the pool. “Yes, I’m having fun. I just needed a moment away from the fray,” you say, looking up at him.

Elvis eyes wander over you curiously, quietly, and suddenly you feel very exposed in your two-piece bathing suit, lying here alone in the dark with this beautiful yet goofy young man hovering so close. Those eyes of his are so soulful sometimes, so watchful, like he’s taking in every little thing around him, and right now that is you. A warm flush comes over you and you are glad for the darkness.

You want to speak to break the silence, but you can’t think of anything to say, your mouth suddenly full of cotton. While you and Jack have started dating and you are quickly becoming committed to that, you feel very aware of why so many young women are literally throwing themselves at Elvis, why he seems to have a girlfriend in every county from here to Texas. Your heart flutters. You want to shake the thought and the feeling away, but as his too-long wet hair falls over his forehead and his pretty baby face looks down at you, you feel nearly entranced.

Finally, he seems to have gotten whatever he was looking for by staring at you and flings himself on his back with a loud sigh. You let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding and scold yourself for thinking about Elvis in any more than a friendly manner. He is still close to you though, the side of his damp body nearly pressed against yours, and for a moment, you feel a shiver of gooseflesh rise on your skin in response.

“Yeah, I get that,” he says, almost startling you, “the needin’ to ‘get away from the fray’ thing. I feel like I’ve been in the fray so constantly now that I’ve forgotten what bein’ out of it feels like.”

You are both quiet for a moment, just staring up at the stars. It’s not uncomfortable, the silence, but to you, it feels charged somehow. Maybe it’s just your imagination. Regardless, your heart still flutters in your chest.

“What a beautiful night,” he breathes out next to you.

“Yes, it is,” you say quietly, keeping your eyes to the stars.

“Keep your eyes on the moon, y/n,” he says, almost dreamily.

You look over at him, confused.

“Seriously, baby, keep your eyes on the moon, and you’ll see a glowing blue ring appear,” Elvis urges you.

“Okay,” you say incredulously, turning your head back to the sky. Silently, you both stare at the glowing orb hovering above you for what seems like minutes. You wonder if he’s lost his mind a little, or if he’s playing one of his tricks, but then you see it—a bright blue ring, pulsing with the beat of your heart. You gasp.

“Do ya see it? Now, let yourself totally relax, and just focus on the space between the moon and the stars,” he says, his voice almost hypnotizing. “Don’t think about anythin’, just let yourself float. If you can relax enough, you can go right up there with them.”

So you do. You lie there and let yourself float up between the moon and the stars. You feel increasingly strange but also free and unchained from the constant thoughts that usually race through your mind at any one moment. You are enthralled by the night sky, flying high.

“How long have you been doing this?” you whisper in the darkness.

“Since I was a little boy,” Elvis whispers back, eyes still on the moon.

You look over at him, his face full of an innocent wonder. Then, he turns his face to yours, so close in the darkness that you think you can feel his warm breath on your face. “Do you believe me, y/n?”

You nod. With Elvis, anything seems possible.

“I promise you, y/n, I’m serious. People think you’re crazy if you talk about things they don’t understand,” he says, offendedly, as though he has very real wounds from that happening before.

“I don’t think you’re crazy, Elvis. I see it. I feel it,” you say, in wonder. In wonder not just at the night sky and your ability to float to the moon, but at the boy lying next to you, the one who is so much deeper than he appears.

He nods, giving you a vulnerable yet piercing look that shakes you. Then his cool hand grabs yours, as if anchoring the two of you together as you both turn back to float into the night sky.

*

“I remember,” you whisper, answering his question, looking into up into the same sky as before. It is years older and from a different vantage point but nearly unchanged in its ancient, endless beauty.

“Just relax and float, Satnin. Just you and me and the moon and the stars,” he whispers. Then he winds his fingers through yours, anchoring you together and you breathe. You try to let go of it all and just be, knowing that Elvis won’t let you float aimlessly away, lost in the sky forever.

Just you and me and the moon and the stars.

**

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[theonekrafter]

hello! i love all your writing so much - your characters are super unique and refreshing, i was so excited when i saw your new naruto si/oc. do you have any fic recs (any fandom)?

TY!! i dont really make rec lists often but here's some now!

(sidenote, i keep almost ALL of my bookmarks public on ao3, so if you ever want to see what i'm reading you can probably find it there)

I'll just stick to naruto recs for now!

Naruto

Stretch, Fold, Expand by SenjuMizusaya

Kazue has not always been Kazue, but this does not make her less of a Nara, or less of a kunoichi, or less of a sister. Only less gullible. (Semi-SI into the Narutoverse.)

self insert into shikamaru's sister. there's only three chapters right now, but the clan political intrigue is super promising, as well as addressing a lot of canonical sexism.

Fallow Fields by zarinthel

For every rising star that the shinobi world produces, a hundred other geniuses are chewed up and spit out. Seiko crawls out of that grinder, only to find that she still has the rest of her life to face head on.

another si that is named seiko. completely embarrassed that i used the name as well without realizing, especially since this fic is so excellent and i would hate to cramp on the author's style.

a fic that is more focused on a slice of life story than an endless power grind, though the si does get a chance to be badass and awesome.

Glass Marionette by Haunted_Frost

It takes time to process the memories, but by the time Kankuro becomes a student at the Sunagakure Academy, he's certain he knows: he's in the Naruto universe, a village away, and he's standing next to a ticking time bomb at all times. One that he has an unfortunate urge to hug and tuck in for bed. Well, at least he gets to indulge in his inner theater kid with the whole puppet thing. That's a bonus. If he can just manage to wait out the worst of it, he might even become strong enough to make a difference in the upcoming war.

si into kankuro methodically destroys canon and makes a happy ending for people in under 100k words. marvelous, gay, and it's suna centric.

If 3 Reincarnated Ninja Were Fighting a Moon Goddess and One of Them Got Killed With a Rock, Would That Be Fucked Up Or What by mordox

Three random idiots were transmigrated into bodies of Konoha toddlers during the kyuubi attack. Each thinking they’re the only one who remembers a past life, they each try to hide it. Coincidentally, they are all assigned to Hatake Kakashi’s genin team since they were only average academy students and don’t have parents to complain about their children being failed via bell test, which happened with the last three teams he was assigned. What follows is three fools trying to hide their knowledge from each other and their jounin-sensei while desperately trying to reach chunin fast enough that Kakashi can teach the actual team seven, and a jounin-sensei who is very confused by his three genin but has so few (read: zero) points of reference for normal twelve year olds raised during peacetime that he can’t tell if they’re weird or not.

fucking hilarious. i'm not usually into multi-inserts but oh my GOD these three are disasters, and kakashi is just so confused. a series of assumptions from all three PLUS kakashi convincing them all that they're Normal.

"i sure hope no one realizes i just used the acronym PTSD, as in the english letters in the middle of my japanese sentence." "oh, i didn't know PTSD was a term in naruto. wow."

it's like watching a train wreck in slow motion. you can't look away.

The Scorpion and the Frog by zarinthel

Maybe the fate of Uchiha Itachi and the Uchiha Clan could have been changed if Itachi had just had one more family member he could trust -- someone as powerful, invested in Konoha, and devoted to the clan as him. Someone with a little extra knowledge up her sleeve. Unfortunately for Itachi, the Uchiha's abysmal luck with siblings has given him… Kaeru.

another zarinthel fic bc they are a super skilled and i appreciate them. completed fic. a genuinely good subversion of usual si tropes while still making the si op and kick ass. she's just uh. a little mentally ill about it. the entire time. and we love that for her.

THAT'S ALL FOR NOW! i hope you enjoy these!

[winged-wolf-dreamer]

It's strange. I was not friends with Steven. I never exchanged messages with him here or on twitter when I still had it. All the correspondence was just some answered asks I sent him, that's it.

I still feel like I've been stabbed in the heart.

A Song Of Ice And Fire is... a series with layers. And the fandom has spent its time without a new book peeling apart those layers to find the meaning underneath, and few have done it as well as Steven, with his famed Chapter-By-Chapter analysis of the series. Truly, it is a foundation of the analytical side of the fandom. I'm sure I am not unique in that, even as I drifted out of the fandom, I still eagerly awaited each new installment of the series. His CBC analysis was one of the first things that allowed me to see beyond the pages of GRRM's epic.

But it was more than ASOIAF that I appreciated his work on. He had a passion for Marvel comics that helped ignite in me an interest to read them, beyond just general knowledge of the franchise. Even now, I'm reading Immortal Hulk, and I think I would not have done it if not for me reading his posts about Marvel comics in general over the past several years.

Now... I think of how he was working on another post for his CbC, the chapter on Tyrion's trial, and of the remaining chapters of ASOS he didn't get to write. The Mountain and The Viper. Lysa's confession. Tywin's death. Stoneheart's rise. And the many many chapters of the FeastDance too. I remember he talked about Brienne's journey being like Don Quixote, and it made me excited to see the analysis he would do of those chapters. And I think of how the Krakoan Era of the X-Men books was coming to an end, and a new era would soon start. Two more comics were announced for that era today, and I couldn't wait to hear his thoughts on them, as well as the new X-Men 97 episode and the final issue of Resurrection of Magneto (a miniseries he adored, if you go through his recent posts).

Most of all... I had gotten back into the fandom a few months ago by rereading ASOIAF, one chapter a day. I have kept to the one chapter part, but haven't quite been able to do it every day, and I would read the essays he did for each chapter. As of this writing, the next chapter to read is the Purple Wedding, which means I am nearing the end of his CbC posts, and that makes me feel sad. Once I pass the next Arya chapter, that will be it...

And it's not just that. I still believe we will get TWOW and maybe even ADOS and an ending, but now it will be without his reactions and analysis of the books. I sometimes imagine the reaction to GRRM announcing Winds proper, what it would be on tumblr, and now, should I ever read those books, it will be with a twinge of sadness.

I apologize for these many words. I am not a fandom contributor, nor a friend of his, just a reader of his work, but I feel his loss keenly now, and will miss him. My thoughts go to his family and friends.

And now his watch is ended.