#and yes if you read my fic it would be the prequel to so tell me why my gods look like you

[navybrat817]

Harmonious

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You may think you're a pawn in Bucky's life, but you are his queen. Word Count: Over 1.7k Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, implied vaginal sex, possessive behavior, dirty talk, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Nix gifted me with this beautiful edit and I decided to make it a prequel to Husband and Wife. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner by the amazing @sgt-seabass and divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You weren't sure how you found yourself in Bucky's study, which would also be yours in time. The day passed by in a blur as you tried to remember when exactly you went into the warm, spacious room and shut the door. You weren’t sure why you chose that spot in particular to hide. As if you could escape from your fiance long enough to get peace.

Maybe some sick part of you wanted him to seek you out, which he did. Even if you tried to run, he’d hunt you down. He'd always find you. He’d win.

"Your move, Printsessa."

Bucky's voice beckoned you back to present as you realized he started the game. You stared at the chessboard, like it would provide answers to the questions about the future you didn't dare ask, before you lifted your gaze to the man you would soon marry. He chose to slick his hair back tonight, which drew your attention to his sharp blue eyes and well-groomed beard. The tuxedo, tailored to perfection, emphasized how large and imposing the member of the Bratva is.

Knowing personally how large Bucky is everywhere had your thighs rubbing together before you could stop yourself. Your traitorous body outweighed your heavy heart. One day they would be in harmony.

What’s so wrong with loving him? Why shouldn't I let him consume me?

You tore your gaze away to look at the chessboard again. He opened with the King's Gambit. Fitting since he lived like royalty. A ruler of everything he touched.

Including you.

So would you allow yourself to be his queen? To be by his side through everything? The ring on your finger may say you'd be his, but he wouldn't own you. Not yet.

In time.

Bucky would see to it.

"Do you remember what happened the last time I beat you at chess?" he asked as you slowly moved a piece.

"You put this ring on my finger," you told him, holding up your left hand.

And he spent the night ruining you with his mouth and cock.

"You almost beat me. It isn't often someone keeps me on my toes," he said, smirking when you wrinkled your nose. "It was a beautiful night. I won’t forget it."

You didn't need the reminder, but you refused to tell him that. How could you deny the beauty of it when he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you? Could you argue when he whispered how much he needed you by his side? The man had the world in the palm of his hand, but he needed you.

Why?

You hadn't done anything special to get his attention, but you had it all without asking. Even when you tried to close yourself off to him, he wiggled his way in. How did he do that?

"Am I just a game to you?" you asked suddenly as he made his next move.

"We're playing a game, but you are not a game to me."

"Why do I feel like a pawn then?"

Bucky appeared unphased, but you knew better. This was a man who would destroy anyone who looked at you the wrong way if you asked. To suggest that he was using you for anything was an insult.

"You're not a pawn in anything," he said fiercely, keeping his eyes on you as he brought his drink to his mouth and downed it in one gulp. "You're my queen, Solnyshko."

You ignored the flutter in your heart when he set the glass down and reached across the table with his metal hand to touch yours.

"And who said you're my king?" you whispered.

"You did when you said 'yes'," he told you, pulling his hand away so you could take your turn.

"I haven't said 'yes' yet," you retorted, knocking one of his pieces away with more force than necessary.

He snorted as he watched the pawn hit the carpet. "You're mine, Printsessa. Or did you forget?"

Your pussy clenched in interest at the thought of him reminding you, but your mind refused to let you give in.

At least, not right away.

"Like you'd ever let me forget," you said, pointing a finger at him. "It's your ring on my finger and your last name I'm taking. What are you taking of mine, besides my body?"

Bucky's eyes darkened a shade as he sat back in his leather chair. Goading him into a fight wouldn't do you any good, but he liked that you pushed. He craved both a worthy opponent and a partner in his life. You were the one he chose to let in.

But the man had many doors to open and you only had so many keys in your grasp.

"It's your heart I want," he said more to himself than you, but you caught the longing in his voice as he looked away.

You paused for a moment, his admission nearly bringing tears to your eyes. "I wouldn't have agreed to marry you if you didn't have it."

Despite the fact that he could bend the world to his will, he would never force you to be with him. There was still so much you didn't know about him though, like his past. You knew just enough to acknowledge that his family wouldn't be there. Not with his parents in the family cemetery.

Did he not trust you with his secrets or did not he not trust himself?

He didn't smile when he looked back at you, but his shoulders sagged in relief. "And I'm yours as much as you're mine."

Fighting him was a losing game. He defeated you the moment he decided he wanted you. What was it you were arguing about to begin with?

Bucky Barnes is a dangerous man, yes, but he would never pose a threat to you.

You would always be in his care.

"Beat me and we can move the wedding up a week," you proposed as you resumed the game.

Bucky considered it with a grunt. The sound brought a smile to your face. No one else would dare tease him about his reactions to anything.

"Two weeks,” he suggested, licking his lips. “And we leave right for the honeymoon after the ceremony so I can fulfill my duty to you as your husband."

"We're having a reception," you stated, wrinkling your nose again to hide your growing arousal. "But we can move it up two weeks if you win."

"When I win," he corrected you with the utmost confidence.

"Just play," you grumbled as he chuckled.

Neither of you spoke for almost an hour as you concentrated on the game, but you stole glances at each other between moves. Why did he have to look so handsome in his tuxedo? Did he wear it just to have you lust after him? A taste of what your wedding day would bring?

He probably had the bowtie in his pocket to use around your wrists later.

"Checkmate."

You sighed, but nodded when he grinned triumphantly. He beat you fair and square. You should have seen that coming.

"Good game," you said, putting your hand out for his in a mock handshake. "You get to marry me two weeks sooner."

"It's a good thing I already prepared for that," he smirked as you raised an eyebrow, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it instead of shaking it. "Oh, I moved the date up this morning."

"You what?"

"I moved the wedding up," he said as you yanked your hand back. "Are you that surprised? I want you to be my wife sooner rather than later."

"Jackson. Buchanan. Barnes."

The cocky look on his face had you seeing red, but part of you also felt flattered that he couldn't wait to make you his wife.

I can't let him know how gone I am for him, fiance or not.

"Get on the table and I'll say I'm sorry."

It was your turn to smirk. "No."

The dangerous glint in his eyes as they raked over your body made your core throb.

"I can either apologize with my tongue or with my cock," he offered in a low voice. Possessiveness knew no bounds when it came to him. "Either way, you will get on that table and spread your legs so I can worship you."

Suppressing a shudder, you reached under your dress and slowly removed your wet panties. You surprised yourself by making it through the entire game. "Make me," you said, tossing the fabric into his lap.

If he wanted you so badly, he could work a little for it.

His hand shot out, the chess pieces scattering across the floor along with the board. You didn't flinch. Having the attention of one of the most powerful men in the world would make a lesser person crumble. But you weren't easy to break.

You are his equal.

"Is this a taste of what our honeymoon will be like?" you asked as he got to his feet.

"Not just our honeymoon. he rest of our lives," he said, moving around the table to tower over you. "There is no me without you, Solnyshko."

You didn't stop him as he gripped your arms and pulled you to your feet. You allowed him to devour your mouth with his before he put you on the table, careful not to hurt you. Those very hands of his destroyed his enemies, but he only brought you pleasure. He would give you a home. A future.

All you had to do was let him in.

"Show me why I'm making the right choice by marrying you," you challenged him as he shoved your dress up around your hips.

Bucky sank to his knees, digging his fingers into your flesh as he spread your legs. The man who bowed to no one else dropped down to service you. That was the kind of hold you had over him.

In your heart where you tried not to acknowledge it, he had the same hold over you.

"If the mess you make on my beard won't be enough to show you, I'll make sure to do it with my cock."

He laced his fingers with yours, anchoring you to him as he got started. Your king would take his queen tonight and many nights after. He would prove that you brought harmony to each other. And you wouldn't do a damn thing from this day forward to stop him.

I love them. Can't wait to share more of their journey. Love and thanks! ❤️

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[ikissjae]

PAIRING … jung jaehyun x female!reader

THEMES … college!au. angst! lot more angst in this one. smut.

LENGTH … 7.7k.

WARNINGS … thigh riding. dry humping. virgin!reader and fuckboy jaehyun. cheating. please let me know if i missed something! MINORS DNI.

NOTES … i wrote this fic literally years ago as a someone i don't acknowledge anymore fic lol! this is a prequel to "During the Fall" and a continuation of "The Start of Spiring" which I will link in the source link below! hope yall enjoy! rbs, comments, and asks are always appreciated ♡

ㅤㅤㅤ© ikissjae 2023. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

Jaehyun: hey

Jaehyun: are you up?

You looked up from the patronizing word document to see the texts lighting up your phone. You rubbed your eyes a little before grabbing the device, blinking a few times at the bright screen. Of course, you were up, you had an essay due before 5:30 AM and here you were at 2 AM struggling with a conclusion. You leaned back against your headboard scrolling through the texts you had previously shared with Jaehyun, a smile appearing on your lips when you saw the blurry photos of him from the party where you two met.

You haven’t seen Jaehyun since that party, so almost a month now, which you didn’t mind. He’d text you at least once a week, and he’d send you cute selfies on Snapchat, so he did keep his promise. He didn’t forget you. That’s all you really wanted from him. You could tell he wasn’t the ‘relationship’ type if you were being honest neither were you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want a relationship it’s more like you have these weird commitment issues, you would rather be alone forever than have your heart broken. Weird, yes, but it was safe, you liked being safe.

You: yah i’m up

You: why are you even up go to sleep big head

Jaehyun: my head isn’t even big ://

Jaehyun: i miss you i wanna see you

You stared at your phone, brows furrowed as your eyes glanced up at the time then back at the bubbles sighing quietly. You never had a boy in your apartment after ten, except that one time when you and Doyoung were cramming for finals last semester, and who knew what Jaehyun had on his mind at 2 AM. You sighed quietly reading the message for what felt like the tenth time before slowly typing out your response.

You: i mean…if you really miss me….you can come over

Jaehyun: ……..are you sure

You: come over before i change my mind loser

Jaehyun: alright alright i’ll be over in ten minutes

You felt your stomach twist at the last message but there was an unexplainable excited smile on your lips. Your eyes landed back on your almost-finished essay, you knew you should just throw together a pathetic conclusion and turn it in, but you couldn’t even focus on that. Jaehyun was coming over to your apartment. You were gonna see him again.

You were back and forth from typing a mindless conclusion to staring at the door for the past ten minutes. You managed to finish your essay, it was shitty but it was finished, you were now staring at your now screen sighing quietly looking back up at the door waiting impatiently with a quiet sigh.

It wasn’t that you wanted Jaehyun here, you were bored with nothing to do, Jaehyun was going to be something to do. Suddenly, there were a series of rhythmic knocks.

You squeaked excitedly, jumping up off the bed with an equally excited smile practically skipping to the door. You hated how excited you were to see him, you shouldn’t be this excited to see a boy who wasn’t even your boyfriend, but you were practically bouncing to open the door.

When you opened the door you were greeted with the beautiful sight of Jung Jaehyun wearing a large black hoodie with matching black sweatpants, his hood was up but you could see his highlighted hair falling on his forehead, he looked cozy and welcoming. He made your heart stutter a little bit, you couldn’t help but giggle softly up at him which made him smirk down at you.

“So that’s what you look like without fake eyelashes.” He teased tapping your nose sweetly with a deep chuckle. You scrunched your face up before you realize you were sporting a bare face, your hair was in its natural waves, and you were wearing some baggy sweatshirt. You probably look like a different person than the one he met at the party, a softer more comfy version, you were wishing you at least put on some concealer while you were wasting time staring at the door.

“Shut up.” 

You giggled stepping to the side to let him walk into your small apartment smiling softly. The boy took one long step inside the room, he looked around a soft smile growing on his lips as he took in your messy room.

“Who would’ve guessed you’re an actual wreck.” He teased pointing to your messy makeup corner with a soft giggle, you opened your mouth to defend yourself but he was right. You were, in fact, a wreck, if that wasn’t already apparent by you finishing an essay at 2 AM.

“I mean…You’re not wrong.” You shrugged kicking a few t-shirts into a corner with a small almost nervous chuckle as you looked up at him, a bright smile forming on your lips. You used your foot to close your door, sauntering over to him with a shy smile on your pink-tinted lips.

“I missed you, whore,” you told him quietly causing him to laugh softly, resting his hands on your hips , smiling down at you.

“I missed you too, virgin.” he laughed softly pinching your sides, making you squeal quietly, shoving his hands away laughing quietly, looking up at him as you took a step back sitting on your bed staring up at him.

“Virgin? Come on, Jaehyun you can do better.” You patted the space next to you, watching him sit down with an almost tired smile, playing with the fraying edge of your sweatshirt.

There is a silence, almost uncomfortable but not quite there, he let his fingers brush your thighs softly as he continued playing with the loose strings. You smiled softly at him, you could feel your heart swelling as you looked at him, slowly letting your hand push his hood down humming softly when you saw his dirty blond hair.

“You got highlights.” You smiled running a gentle hand through his hair, which was soft and silky, making him nod a little letting his hand drop. 

“You like it? I was having a crisis.” He chuckled letting his hand fall onto your thigh causing you to tense up a little, but you let it happen even resting your hand on top of his taking a step out of your comfort zone.

“It’s cute.” You tell him with a slight nod, blushing softly as he laced his fingers with yours. He smiled happily at your compliment, squeezing your hand softly pulling your hand up to press a soft kiss to your palm.

“I like dark roots a lot. I’ve always wanted to go blond with some dark roots, but I’ve never been bold enough to do it. I don’t know how I would look as a blond.” Jaehyun tilted his head at you, letting his hand grab a lock softly, twirling the strands around his finger, he smirked softly at the thought of you with blond hair.

“I’d like to see you as a blond. I think you’d look really hot, especially with the dark roots.” He tells you with a subtle wink making you blush softly, shoving his hand away softly.

“Shut up,” you told him weakly with a soft laugh looking up at him before quietly resting your head on his shoulder, humming softly into his hoodie.

“How have you been, baby?” He asks quietly running a hand up and down your spine, giving you a soft squeeze as you shrugged softly.

“I’m tired. I’m ready for summer break, ready to go home, ready to sleep regularly.” You told him honestly with a restless laugh.

“Where’s home?” He asked you before quietly patting his lap, waiting for you to move there. You look up at him scooting hesitantly towards him, you felt your stomach twist tightly as you slowly climbed into his lap keeping your back towards him. 

“America.” You told him as you situated yourself on his thick thighs nodding at your answer.

“America?” He pondered out loud, “Are you all by yourself here?” He was asking a lot of questions, you couldn’t imagine him really wanting to know more about your life, he only wanted to fuck you right? You nodded a little, letting your fingers skate softly over the black fabric, feigning an unbothered smile.

“Yeah, I do but it’s fine. I love Seoul, it’s beautiful.” You nod looking back at him before looking back down with a small shrug. 

“Where is your home?” You asked out of courtesy turning your head back towards him to see him smiling lazily at you, you gave him a subtle eye roll before squeezing his thigh in hopes of a response.

“Here. I was born here but moved to Connecticut when I was five for my dad’s work. I came back three years later. I never really left.” You watched his lips move as he talked unsurely about his time here, you looked back up at his eyes smiling a little at how his brows furrowed in concentration.

“So, do you have, like, an English name?” You tease, smiling down at him as he turns his face away from you, a bright smile on his lips.

“I actually have three names.”

This time your brows furrowed but in confusion. Three? This boy had three names? 

You wiggled to reposition yourself to be facing him. Jaehyun took this opportunity to grab your hips, pulling you towards him till your chests were pressed together making you blush softly. You put your hands on his chest to keep some distance between you two, but with hips flush against each other you were feeling everything.

“Tell me about your three names.” You inquire softly, squirming in his hold till you were comfortable again.

“I have my birth name, my name, and my English name.”

There’s a pause. You tilt your head a bit in curiosity, a small chuckle leaving your lips.

“Birth name? You changed your name?”

“Yeah. I wanted a name that meant something. It’s a bitch to legally change your name though so I just use Jaehyun more often than not.”

There’s another pause but this one is filled with quiet giggles and cheesy smiles. Your hands held tightly onto his hoodie smiling down at him, before letting them slide down to let them rest under the fabric feeling his invitingly warm skin.

“Tell me your names.” You felt him jolt back a little at the touch, but he soon relaxed against your palms making your heart beat a little faster.

“Well, my birth name is Jaehyun, my name is Yoonoh, you know that, and my English name is Jay.”

“Jay?”

“Jay.”

You let the name roll off your tongue a few more times before chuckling a little, letting your hands rest around his waist, thumbs rubbing soft circles into the flesh.

“Yoonoh.” You just about whisper to see his reaction, eyes trained in on his face your smile now faint. His eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite read, he looked almost helpless, but the moment of weakness only lasted a second before it dissipated back into his usual cocky grin.

“Haven’t heard someone call me that in a while,” He reveals quietly, “I like when you say it. I like when you say all my names.”

There was a tense pause where you two just stared at each other’s lips, waiting for someone to make the first move. 

“I really missed you.” You tell him quietly, you can feel him grab your arms, pulling them out from underneath his hoodie, and placing them on his wide shoulders.

“Did you, princess?” He whispered up at you a soft smile leaning up to nuzzle his nose against yours, you blushed softly before nodding softly. “I missed you too. I’ve missed your mouth a lot.” He told you while tangling a hand in your hair to hold you in the current position.

“Of course you did.” You giggled squeezing his shoulders a bit before tapping his arm signaling him to let go of your hair which he did, his large hand sliding down your side to rest on your hip squeezing softly. 

“You’re kind of a slut, Jaehyun.” You joked pulling your head off of his laughing quietly as he scoffed looking up at you with an amused smile.

“And you’re kind of a prude, _____.”

You gasped quietly furrowing your brows, your face contorting a little in mock offense.

“I am not a prude, Jay.”

“So, you suck dick in a bathroom once and you’re not a prude anymore?”

“…Yes.”

He let out a boisterous laugh looking up at you with the brightest cleanest smile. You adored his smile, you have many screenshots of blurry snaps of his wide white smile. You could stare at him all day if he would let you. You let your hands cup his cheeks softly with a bright smile, making him smile even wider than before. You swear you could feel your heart practically fall out of your chest at the sight.

You wished Jung Jaehyun was different, you wished you had met him without knowing the copious amount of girls he fucked and left in the dust, but here you were with a tainted view of him that you couldn’t shake away no matter how many times he made your heart nearly fail. He hummed up at you, his hands skimming up your sides till his fingers collided with your exposed skin.

You shifted a little at the touch, he held tighter onto your waist smirking softly up at you. “What did you miss about me, baby?” He whispered letting his thumbs glide over your ribs softly, leaning up to press his forehead to yours. Your throat went dry, you could feel your stomach tighten at how close he was. Your hands dropped from his face to his shoulders blushing softly.

You opened your mouth to tell him how much you missed his lips, how you wanted to kiss him again, how you’d been thinking about him for weeks, but nothing came out your cheeks just burned brighter making you bury your face in the crook of his neck. He giggled squeezing your sides sweetly pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his hand skimmed up your back to tangle his hand in your hair to pull you back with a bright smile.

“Did you miss my fingers, baby?” He questioned smirking up at you with a small head tilt. You stared down at his lips nodding dumbly at his words, you heard him hum up at you leaning in to nuzzle his nose against yours sighing softly.

“Or did you miss my lips?” He whispered, “Did you miss kissing me? I missed kissing you.” He tilted his head to let his lips graze over yours to test the waters before he finally gave you what you wanted. His lips were still the softest pillows you’ve ever laid upon, you whimpered softly at the overwhelming burst of unrecognizable emotions in your stomach.

His lips were so soft, so sweet, so intoxicating, you missed kissing Jaehyun. He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist as he moved his lips against yours, you held tightly onto his hoodie trying to keep him close. He groaned softly as he pulled away to roll on top of you, manhandling you till you were against your pillow as you tried to catch your breath but his lips were reattached to yours in a matter of seconds. He made himself at home between your legs, you kept your grip on his hoodie tugging softly at the fabric.

“Take it off, Jaehyun.” You muttered pulling away, managing to catch your breath huffing quietly as he sat up not even hesitating before pulling the black hoodie off. Your hands were attached to his skin like a magnet, you wanted to feel him, you wanted to keep him close. You wanted him.

Oh god, you liked Jung Jaehyun.

You stared up at him with big almost panicked doe eyes, he leaned down to press soft kisses to your slightly exposed stomach. You let your head fall back with a small whine, you were going to lay there and let him do whatever he wanted. You’d let him do whatever he wanted to you. Scarily, you trusted Jaehyun a lot.

He wasted no time tugging down your sweats down to your knees, you swallowed thickly tugging softly on his locks to pull him back to your lips making him groan against your lips. He hummed softly into the kiss, pressing his hips into yours moaning softly. There was an amazing friction that made you shiver a little, digging your nails into his back with an airy chuckle.

“Keep doing that.” You whispered up at him causing him to smirk softly down at you. He rolled his hips into your clothed core, you could feel his growing length press against you which made you moan softly against his lips.

“You’re so adorable, baby.” He whispered pressing his wet lips to your jawline, nosing softly against your cheek. You bucked your hips into him with a deep shaky breath, he slid his hands up your sides to slide them under your top easily taking your breasts in his large hands.

You gasped softly at the contact, your hands skimming up his back to dig your nails into his skin looking up at him with hooded eyes. He rolled his hips into your clothed core causing a pleasant but short wave of pleasure to wash over you. You furrowed your brows at how good this was feeling, it was almost painful how short the waves lasted with each roll of his hips.

Holy shit, how did he always manage to make you feel so good?

He groaned gruffly against your neck, holding tightly onto your hips, continuing to rut against you his nails leaving crescents imprints on your skin. Soft grunts and gentle gasps filled your little room, red lines forming on his skin when your nails ranked down it, the slow burn in your stomach was starting to grow more intense every time he rolled his hips into yours.

“P-Please kiss me.” You whispered lazily draping your legs around his hips, sighing quietly feeling him kiss up your neck to finally press a soft kiss to your lips.

The tight tension in your stomach was growing uncomfortable, you whined softly into the feather-like kiss feeling his fingers wrap around the hem of your hoodie. You quickly shook your head with a thick swallow, trying to find your voice as you held tighter onto his shoulders.

“I-I want to keep it on.” You finally got out before the fabric could be lifted over your head. He looked down at you with a look of confusion for a second before nodding a bit, his hands falling to your waist smiling comfortably.

“That’s fine. That’s fine. Do you want to take a minute?”

You laced your fingers with his sighing softly as you wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging his hips flush against yours with a thick swallow. 

“I-I was really close. Whatever you’re doing, it feels really really good.” You nodded looking up at him with big eyes, a smug smile tugging at his pink lips as he nodded a little.

“I like making you feel good. You look so pretty when you cum, you know? I want to see that face again.”

Your cheeks burned once again as you looked up at him laughing softly, your eyes looking down at the bulge growing in his sweats.

“You’re really hard, Jaehyun.” You whispered chuckling softly at the sight, he looked up at you with a loud laugh pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling against your skin. His hands skimmed down your sides to hold onto your hips groaning quietly.

He pulled away from you, pulling you up by your hips to place you in his lap, manhandling you till you were straddling his thigh making you gasp softly. He leaned against your wall smirking up at you as he slapped the back of your thigh, squeezing the flesh softly before motioning down towards his thigh.

“Want to take your panties off, baby?” He whispered burying his face into the crook of your neck, peppering soft kisses to the sensitive skin as you nodded slowly. You lifted your hips letting him slide the soaked fabric down your legs, smirking cockily when his digits brushed over your slick folds.

He moved you back on his thigh making you gasp softly, digging your coffin-shaped acrylics into his chest. Jaehyun groaned softly looking down at the pretty pale pink nails, he bit his bottom lip holding tightly onto your hips.

“Ride my thigh, baby.” He whispered leaning in to kiss your lips softly, his hands moving up to hold on tightly to your hoodie.

You didn’t waste any time before rolling your hips against the rough fabric of his sweatpants, loud whimpers falling from your lips into his as your hips moved desperately against him. He pulled away from your lips to watch you pathetically rutting against him, a cocky smirk on his lips chuckling softly as he leaned his back against your wall.

“You’ve done this before haven’t you?” He whispered grabbing a fist full of your hair tugging harshly, making you cry out softly as you dug your nails into his stomach.

Your cheeks glowed with at his question, brows furrowed as a pathetic whimper fell from your lips. Visions of those lonely nights with your pillow between your legs desperately rutting into the pillow, thinking about the quick yet explosive pleasure that eventually lolled you to sleep, but you couldn’t say that to Jaehyun not without wanting to die a little inside.

“Aw, look you’re blushing.” He whispered lowly the same smirk on his lips, “Do you hump your pillow, princess? Do you think about me?”

You only whined in response shutting your eyes tightly, trying to lean into him but the grip on your hair was unforgiving. He kept you still with the iron grip on your hair waiting for you to answer, flexing his thigh underneath you with a cruel smirk on his lips. You whimpered loudly as your hips rolled deeply into his hard thigh, your nails dug deeper into his skin crying out softly.

“Answer the question, _____.” He growled pushing you down till you were looking at him, face redder than before and you could only feel yourself getting redder under his intense stare.

“I-I do. I think about you all the time, Jaehyun.”

He chuckled darkly at the way your voice shook as if you were near tears. He liked seeing you like this, basically falling apart before of him, because of him, was so arousing and erotic his head was spinning. Jaehyun hummed in response, his fingers finally losing on your hair letting your head fall onto his chest, his arms wrapping around you with a quiet sigh.

“Tell me what you think about. Tell me everything.” He whispers into your shoulder, kissing the flesh gently. You kept your hips moving into his thick thigh, your eyes blown wide as your clit brushed against the rough fabric.

“I-I think about your dick. Holy fuck, fuck, your dick is so big and thick.” Your voice was whiny and shaky as you held on tightly to him, “I think about y-you inside me, stretching me out so good, f-fucking me till I’m shaking. Wanna know what makes me cum?” You questioned smirking softly at his bewildered eyes as he nodded quickly, a soft moan leaving his lips as he looked up at you.

You moaned loudly as he flexed his thigh under you once again, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as his eyes stayed trained on your lips.

“I think about you filling me up with your cum.” You shut your eyes tightly, your nails dragging down his chest watching his jaw drop a rough moan fell from his shiny pink lips.

“Fuck, Jaehyun–oh my god–Yoonoh.”

You cut yourself off when you feel the wave of pleasure wash over you, back arching into him as your moan catches in your throat, body rigid and nails deep into his skin. His hips jerked up a few times, low trembling moans ripping through his body as he held tightly onto your hips, you knew there would be bruises by tomorrow. A familiar groan filled your apartment, you were too overwhelmed by the short ripples of pleasure still rolling through your body, mindlessly nuzzling into his chest.

The room is full of heavy breathing, his hands letting go of your hips to rub softly at your thighs. You swallowed thickly against the crook of his neck, pulling away slowly to look at him with raised brows.

“Did you...Did you cum in your pants?” You asked moving your hands to his face, your thumbs stroking his cheeks when they glowed softly. He blinked a few times, brown eyes looking down at his sweats which were wet in multiple spots now. You watched a cute embarrassed smile appear on his glistening pink lips, his cheeks glowing brightly at your question.

“Y-You look so good when you cum. I couldn’t help it.”

You tilted your head at his weak tone, he looked so wrecked borderline pathetic from his orgasm. You felt something spark inside you seeing him like that, something that you’ve never felt before.

You wanted him.

Quietly you swallowed the urge with a small sigh, hands gently brushing his hair out of his doe eyes. You brushed the thought away, tossing your hair over your shoulder with a quiet hum. He groans softly looking up at you, cringing softly when he shifts his hips a little bit.

“Fuck. I feel gross. I feel really sticky.” He whispered his head falling back against the wall sighing contently, eyes fluttering shut as you ran your hands up and down his marked chest.

There was a blissful silence. A silence that you never wanted to end. You were the one to break it, pulling away to look at his blissful face smirking wickedly at him.

“You came fast and untouched. You must really like me, hm?”

“I liked the way you said Yoonoh. No one has ever said it like that.”

“No one has said it while cumming before?” You giggled stroking his hair softly, smiling at him gently. His eyes fluttered open to stare at your lips before looking up at you, swallowing thickly at the sight of the wet patch on his thigh.

Another silence filled your room, he leaned down to press soft kisses to your collarbones. You rested your cheek on the top of his head, nuzzling against his soft hair humming quietly as he brushed his nose against your throat. You wanted to stay like this, you wanted to keep him close, you wanted to stay in his arms, doused in his warmth as you both recovered from your orgasms.

You cleared your throat, untangling yourself from him as you slid off his thigh taking a deep breath with a soft huff. You looked around to find your underwear, you felt him move from behind you grunting uncomfortably as he stood up off your bed.

“Can I shower here? I don’t want to walk back with cum in my pants.”

“You walked here? Where’s your place?” You questioned sliding your underwear back on and turning towards him with a small head tilt. He turned towards you a soft smile adoring his pink lips, your eyes adoring the bright red lines on his tan chest.

“I live in the apartments a few blocks away.”

You nodded a bit trying to envision what his apartment looked like. Was it messy? Was it put together?

You could see shirts scattered across his floor, his bed unmade, and dishes in the sink. Maybe Jaehyun was a clean freak with a tightly made bed, spotless floors, and a pristine kitchen where everything is organized. Your eyes scanned over him quickly with a small smile, your chest aching a little at the sight of him.

“You can–” You turned toward your clock, the intimidating red numbers telling you it was nearing 3 AM. You couldn’t let him walk alone at 3 AM even though you knew he’d be just fine, but still, you’d be too worried to let him walk out of your apartment this late.

“You can…Stay the night if you want. It’s–um–it’s really late, you shouldn’t be walking alone this late.”

He looked a little surprised at your offer a soft chuckle left his lips as he thought about spending the night with you. He shrugged his broad shoulders with a small nod, a soft smile forming on his lips looking down at you.

“I would like that. We can finally–”

“Hold it, Jay. You’re sleeping on the floor.”

“Oh come on, prude. You know you want to snuggle with me.”

You rolled your eyes a little bit at the way his smile turned into a soft smirk. You aggressively pointed towards the small, pathetic, excuse of a bathroom you had, it was more like a closet with a shower in it. “Go shower. The cum in your pants is probably dried now.” You teased with a soft laugh, only laughing harder when he shot you a playful glare before turning around to disappear into your closet bathroom.

You dug through your drawer to find the lone pair of boxers you bought as an experiment last month. He’ll only need new underwear, right? You slowly knocked on the flimsy door, poking your head in the warm room, your eyes falling to the floor when you hear him pull your curtain back a bit.

“Couldn’t help yourself?” He teased smirking softly at you, running his hand through his wet hair as you blindly tossed the boxers on the sink. You only looked up to shoot him a slightly disgusted look, you watched him laugh at your expression before winking playfully tilting his head a bit.

“Thank you.” He tells you sweetly, an even sweeter smile on his lips, “I’ll be out in a minute.” He nods closing the shower curtain.

You closed the door behind you humming softly as you went to your closet, getting on your toes to pull down the extra blankets from the top shelf. You laid the blankets down for him next to your bed, grabbing one pillow from your bed to drop it on the ground. The makeshift bed on the floor was a pastel pathetic mess on your floor but he’d probably be fine, right? You stared down at the blankets almost leaning down to straighten them out, but there was a sudden vibration from the edge of your bed.

Your head shot up to turn towards your bed, seeing the fabric of his hoodie light up. You paused for a moment just staring at the glowing hoodie. Who was texting him at 3 AM? Without letting yourself hesitate, you pulled his phone out from its pocket sitting down on your bed to scroll through his notifications.

Every contact name was just initials. You found it odd but also didn’t question it. Jaehyun was a fuckboy after all.  You furrowed your brows at the screen.

q.k : if ur going to leave at two am pls be quiet when you do it

l.m.h : do u have the answers for the review i’m dying dude

k.d.h : baby i miss you :(

k.d.h : ik it’s late but i want to see you

k.d.h : jaeeeeeeee 

You blinked a few times at the messages. Who was k.d.h? Why were they texting him at two am? You heard the shower water stop, you quickly shoved the phone back into his hoodie, hands slightly shaky and mind racing. You shouldn’t be thinking this hard about someone he wasn’t even with right now. You shouldn’t be thinking this hard about Jaehyun in general. He should be an afterthought, he shouldn’t even be here right now, but here he was showering in your apartment.

When he walked out of the bathroom, toweling off his dripping locks looking up at you smiling sweetly at you before looking down at the mess of blankets beneath you.

“Is that my bed for tonight?” He asked adjusting his boxers as his eyes stared down at the pallet, his hand rubbing his stomach. You nodded a little forcing a small smile as he lay down on the floor, grunting softly as he rolled around trying to get comfortable.

“Stop being dramatic, oh my god.”

You teased reaching over to turn your lamp off a sudden wave of darkness swallowing your room. Tucking yourself in, you tangled yourself in your cold blanket sighing quietly as he rolled around with a series of small grunts. He reached up to place his hand on your bed trying to get your attention, tapping his fingers against your mattress waiting for you to pay attention to him.

“Go to sleep, Jaehyun.”

“I can’t.”

“You haven’t even tried, you crackhead.”

“Maybe I don’t want to sleep. Maybe I want to keep talking to you.”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up.” You groaned shoving his hand off your mattress with a small eye roll. He sat up to look at you, you could make out a disgruntled look on Jaehyun’s face. You weren’t looking at him. You didn’t want to look at his giant shoulders and beautiful face, not with the daunting question of  “Who’s k.d.h?” racking your brain. He stared at you do a second, running a hand through his damp hair as he tilted his head a bit.

“You’re getting…hostile again. Is this how you act with the people you like?”

“I don’t like you.” You quickly denied with furrowed brows, “Like that. I don’t like you like that.” You lied with a thick and hard swallow.

There was a silence that made your stomach twist and turns, you finally looked at him with furrowed brows sighing quietly. “Don’t look at me like that.” You whispered looking down at him with a soft sigh, slowly letting your hand drop down to rest softly on his shoulder. You rubbed circles into the taut skin waiting for him to say something, but he just stared at you with his big eyes making you sigh quietly.

“You don’t like me like that and you know it.”

He scoffed quietly before shaking his head. “You’re so…You’re so aggravating.” You frowned your brows at his word choice, shoving his shoulder harshly with a huff. 

“I am not. You’re the aggravating one.” You snapped sitting up to look down at him with slight irritation on your face. He looked up at you with an equally as irritated look, laughing bitterly as he got on his knees to be closer to your level.

“You act like you know me and everything about me–”

“Don’t start that shit again please.” You groaned rolling your eyes. He raised his brows at you in slight shock that you interrupted him. You mocked his shocked expression trying to get a rise out of him. You wanted to see him angry, you wanted him mad, but you weren’t getting it from him. He just stared at you, brows furrowed and lips tightly together, as he tilted his head a bit at you.

“I know enough about you to know you don’t want to date me, Jaehyun. You can say you just want to fuck me and it’ll be fine. Just stop acting like you want something more from me.”

“That’s-That’s not true. I like you. I don’t want to just fuck you. I want–”

“If you like me so much who’s k.d.h?”

There’s a sharp and heavy silence. He stared at you with frowned brows he looked confused, angry, and guilty at the same time.

“You looked through my phone?”

“It was kind of hard to ignore seeing k.d.h was texting you every five minutes.”

“You looked through my phone?” He repeated more sternly this time standing up to look down at you suddenly making you feel ten times smaller than you already felt. You averted your eyes awkwardly as he turned on your lamp, you flinched at the burst of dim light keeping your eyes down. He leaned down getting dangerously close to you, his face too close to yours for your comfort.

“Answer me, _____.”

“I did.” You finally whispered, shoulders slumped and eyes focused on your floor taking a deep breath. His stare was finally getting the best of you, you could feel your chest tightening, your stomach dropping, and a burning sensation in your eyes. You felt like a child being scolded, you hated this, you hated him for making you feel this way.

“Who is she?” You asked pathetically, blinking a few times trying to ignore the tears brimming your eyes. You looked up at him, head tilted sympathetically as your eyes begged him for an answer. His face softened at the utterly depressing look on your face, slowly resting a large hand on your bare thigh making you huff softly dabbing your eyes with your thumb.

“Her name is Kim Dahee. She’s…She’s my girlfriend.”

Your jaw dropped a little when you heard her name and the title she carried. He swallowed thickly looking down, sighing quietly, squeezing your thigh a little as your bottom lip quivered a bit. 

You felt gross, you felt used, you felt like a bad person, oh god, you were a bad person. 

“You-Your girlfriend?” You asked quietly, brows knit together feeling your chest get painfully tight at the fact this conversation was happening.

“We’ve been dating for around four months now.” You finally turn away from him wanting to throw up at the fact you were the other woman. Were you really though? You didn’t even know what the other woman entailed, so did you really fit the mold of the other woman?

“Oh, my god. Oh my god, you fucked my throat in a bathroom while you had a girlfriend! Y-You came over to my apartment, made out with me, came in your pants because of me, you tell me all this-this bullshit about liking me and you have an entire girlfriend! How fucking dense are you!”

You exploded shoving his hand off of your thigh, wanting no physical contact with Jung Jaehyun for the rest of your life. You’ve never felt so dumb in your life. You were an idiot. A dumb slut. You really let yourself fall for some dumb boy with a girlfriend. God, you felt disgusting.

“Hey, hey, calm down baby–”

“Don’t. Don’t call me that. What the hell is wrong with you?”

You snapped turning away from him to wipe your eyes with a frustrated groan, you shook your head sniffling softly. Hot tears were running down your cheeks, you couldn’t seem to stop the steady streams from dripping onto your sheets.

“You fucking preach how I don’t know you, how judgmental I’ve been towards you, and you’ve been cheating this whole time?” He pursed his lips together, not being able to say anything just sighed quietly looking at his feet. For the first time you left Jaehyun speechless, he was just standing there like an idiot.

“I should’ve known. I did know. I knew who you were, I knew you didn’t care about me or anyone but yourself, and I still––”

Your throat closed up a bit, letting out another frustrated groan, and looked up at him with a shake of your head.

“I was right about you.” You whispered looking at him with teary eyes, your chest aching a little at how hurt he looked at your words. You pretended you didn’t care, you knew he deserved it, but that didn’t stop it from causing an uncomfortable tightening sensation in your chest. There’s this heavy silence, one where he just stood in front of you guilt all over his beautiful face. You swallowed thickly, climbing back under your blankets holding tightly onto the comforting soft cover as you turned your back towards him.

“I want you out by seven.” You deadpanned staring at your white wall the light suddenly going out darkness consuming your room once again. “Alright.” He mumbled laying back down on the flimsy palette, sniffling softly as he rolled on his side.

Another heavy silence.

“You…You won’t tell her, right?”

You thought about it for a minute. You were never good at confrontation, especially with girls, you couldn’t imagine even approaching the stunning angel that was Kim Doyeon let alone telling her all the things you had done with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend. Jaehyun was her boyfriend. He was never going to be yours. No matter how hard or quietly you wanted him, he would never be yours.

“I won’t.” You whisper turning on your back to stare at the ceiling, the last of your silent tears running off your cheeks and onto your pillow. “Jaehyun,” Your tone was so weak and soft you hoped he would actually take you seriously, “I-I don’t want to do this if-if you have someone.”

Another damn silence.

“Okay. Okay, I get it.” You blinked a few times trying to get the sting of his agreement to get disappear, sighing softly at how heavy you felt. You at least thought it would be lighter after the resolution, but it only seemed to make everything heavier.

“Goodnight, ___.”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t respond. You just stared at the wall, eyes heavy, but you couldn’t find sleep even though you desperately wanted to. You tossed and turned for what felt like hours, blankets tangled between your legs, Jaehyun’s even breathing the only sound filling your room. Your eyes looked up at your window seeing a faint ray of orange streaming into your room.

You blinked your heavy lids before looking down at the sleeping boy on your floor, a sad smile on your lips when you glanced over his relaxed figure sighing quietly. He looked beautiful sleeping, his long limbs relaxed and sprawled out on the floor, his lips relaxed and slightly parted, he was so beautiful. Slowly, you laid back down closing your eyes, trying to coax yourself back to sleep.

Suddenly there was a loud ring through your room, one you flinched at but didn’t say anything about it. You heard him groan and shift around, stumbling through your room to find his clothes, grumbling inaudible things as he gathered his things trying to be as quiet as he could. You kept your eyes closed, pretending to be asleep not wanting to deal with him or the inevitable goodbye that was to come.

The shuffling sounds grew closer till you felt his hand on your cheek. You couldn’t help but jump away a bit before leaning into his palm, knowing if you opened your eyes you’d be met with those doe eyes that made your chest want to explode. Slowly, you felt tentative lips press against your forehead, making your chest want to explode as usual. Without hesitation you let your eyes flutter open, staring up at him with tired yet wide eyes swallowing quietly as you two made eye contact.

You two just stared at each other, you could feel him begin to rub soft circles against your skin. He sighed quietly at how tired and sad you looked because of him, you finally adverted your eyes from his brown ones letting them focus on his wrist as you slowly place your hand on top of his. He was dressed in the clothes from last night, his hair was a wreck, and his eyes looked tired but he was still mesmerizing. It was way too quiet for your liking, it was weird for Jaehyun to be this quiet for this long but you understood.

You sensed him leaning in again. You almost let it happen, you almost let your lips collide with his, but even when his plush lips just brushed against yours you felt nerve-wracking guilt wreck through you. You turned away last second, your chest aching with want when you did so. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad but not like this. He rested his forehead against the side of your face, sighing quietly over the rejection before pressing one last soft kiss to your cheekbone.

He didn’t say anything, just grabbed his phone and walked out just like you expected him to. You slowly leaned down, grabbing the pillow he slept on with a soft sigh, pulling it to your chest with another quiet sigh nuzzling your face into the plush pillow. You inhaled the fading scent of him, your eyes growing wet as he filled your senses nails digging into the pillow.

There was a moment where you let yourself cry into your pillow. You let yourself mourn over a relationship that wasn’t even real, you could feel your eyes begin to burn at the steady flow of tears running down your cheeks. You finally lifted your head to wipe your eyes, sniffling a bit as you forced yourself to stop crying over Jaehyun, causing you to hiccup a little bit.

You checked the time on your phone rubbing your eyes till they were red and wet, blinking a few times to see your screen more clearly. It was only 7 AM. You could fall asleep and wake up before noon, get something to eat maybe, then make it to your study group by three. You put your phone back on your bedside table exhausted, burying your face back in Jaehyun’s pillow, hiccuping once again. You slowly fell into a weak sleep longing for him to be beside you.

#jaehyun smut #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagine #jaehyun scenario #jaehyun angst #nct imagines #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct x you #nct ff #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 smut #nct 127 angst

[galaxiadreams]

Say yes to Heaven.....(Zhongli x reader)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 923

Synopsis: In the age of Gods and Monsters, Rex Lapis and Y/n, Goddess of Spring are brought together by the strings of fate.

a/n: This is a little prequel to my other Zhongli imagine: The final Blessing. Please go read it if you would like to! I apologize in advance if there's any grammatical errors! This fic is inspired by "Say yes to Heaven" by the one and only Lana Del Rey! Enjoy!

The goddess of spring. One who brings life, peace, and abundance to all of Teyvat. Y/n was somewhat of a minor god, but no less important, and just as strong as the major archons. She’s strong willed, fierce, and determined to bring prosper to her people. Yet her voice was melodic, her heavenly laughter could melt the coldest of hearts. It was her compassion, love, bravery, and intelligence that captured the heart of the Geo Archon. 

“Morax, staring is rude you know. If you really like her that much, go and interact with her.” The cloud retainer teased, sipping her tea watching the man sitting beside her. Moarx quickly averted his gaze from your running figure in the meadow with Guizhong and stared disapprovingly at the adeptus, a faint red painted on his cheeks. 

Morax sighed, “I don’t think I’ll ever have the courage to tell her my true feelings…” 

“Oh Celestia! You’re the Lord of Geo, God of contracts, why could you possibly be afraid of? Plus, I’ve the way y/n looks at you, I’m sure that girl is smitten too,” Cloud retainer reassured him before giving his shoulders a squeeze, “Go on, talk to her.” 

Morax stood up from the stone bench and wandered towards the meadow in front of him. The two women gave him a beaming wave as they noticed his approaching figure, your starry eyes gleaming in the sunlight. 

“Morax! Me and y/n are heading towards the lake to have a nice swim! Would you like to join us?” Guizhong asked. It’s true Rex Lapis once harbored feelings for the Goddess of Dust, but ever since the day he met you, his feelings for Guizhong melted away, the Archon’s soul was completed. Despite not knowing each other that long, the string of fate already entangled the two souls together completely, an unbreakable bond. Walking towards the two, Morax’s breath hitched when he felt your soft hands grasping his. Beaming at him, you dragged him towards the lake, he couldn’t help but admire your face as she sprinted towards Guizhong in front of them. Relishing simple mortal activities like this were difficult in an archon’s life, especially with hundreds of thousands of people to care for and lead. So Morax pays special attention to moments of enjoyment, memorizing every detail to reminiscence later on, peace never lasts forever. 

“Weeeeeeeeeee!” You let out shouts of glee as you jumped into the lake beside the waterfall, laughing as you resurfaced again. Morax jumped in after you, just to be tackled by the Goddess of spring. The two of you started to get handsy as both tried to win against the other fighting underwater. Laughter of joy and surprise echoed throughout the countryside. After a while, Morax relented and you won the battle. The two swimmed up to the surface and took a deep breath of fresh air. Morax couldn’t help but admire your beauty as water cascades down her face, the wet dress clung to your skin, and your eyes, ohhhhh those eyes. He has never seen a pair of eyes so mesmerizing and ethereal as your’s. Y/n’s eyes were the color of the galaxies, the reflection of the universe. Deep blues and purples balanced each other perfectly, with bursts of lighter shades dotted across your iris exactly like the stars in the night sky. 

“'Cause I've got my mind on you

I've got my mind on you”

Time stops. Both of you were entrenched by each other at this moment, unable to break from each other’s gaze of desire. You’re the half of his soul, and he was yours. Eyes are the windows to the soul, the poets say. And you spot nothing but love and admiration in those eyes of gold belonging to Morax. 

“Would you like to join me for tea later this afternoon? It’ll be a pleasure.” You blushed at the deep, rich tone of his voice. 

“Of course! I would love to!” Oh heavens, you’re in love.  

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The little moments over the years brought the two of you together. His acts of chivalry and respect everytime made your heart ablaze. 

“If you dance I’ll dance.”

Falling in love with each other’s charms and flaws, it was a perfect match made by fate. Standing beneath the yellow ginkgo trees, the two of you signed the contract of your love and future. Saying yes to him was saying yes to heaven. Officially sealing the bond between the Goddess of spring and the Geo Archon. Husband and Wife, the two of you will lead your people to glory and prosperity, and nothing will change that.  

“If you go, I'll stay

You come back, I'll be right here

Like a barge at sea

In the storm, I stay clear"

No matter what will come in the following centuries, your heart and soul belong to him, and his belongs to you. No war or famine can separate the two of you. No matter what trials and tribulations blocked your way, he was your pillar of stone. No matter how much pain or anger he’s in, your voice will heal his soul. Your love for each other ran deeper than contracts, deeper than lovers. No matter what happens, the two of you will find each other. Be it in the afterlife or in the next life, the unbreakable string of fate will always tug the two souls together. 

“I've got my eye on you

I've got my eye on you

Say yes to Heaven

Say yes to me”

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[zablife]

The Changretta Calls-2

Aurora & Darby Sabini

Summary: Luca and Aurora arrive in England. Aurora calls Darby to see how their plans have progressed. Luca confronts Aurora about things that have been kept from him.

Author's Note: We're still not into the proper fic just yet. So this is the prequel Part 2 for My Sun My Moon and All My Stars.

Read the First call between Tommy & Ada here.

Aurora kicked off her heels, massaging her feet as she asked the operator to connect her to a number across town. Her eyes darted to the closed door momentarily as she waited to hear her cousin’s voice.

“Pronto,” came the sudden reply, a nasal voice unmistakably familiar.

“Darby, it’s Aurora,” she stated quickly.

“Mia bella cugina!” Darby purred.

“Have our plans succeeded?” Aurora asked impatiently.

“You don’t have time to say hello? Make polite conversation? How’s your father, piccolina?” Darby chided her.

“We’ve only just arrived and I’m exhausted. So I need to know. Is Tommy Shelby dead?” Aurora asked again, more forcefully. She held her breath as she awaited an answer, fearing the worst. She knew Darby wouldn’t be stalling with small talk if he had more important news to give her. 

The line was silent for a moment, Darby shifting uncomfortably in his leather chair. “No, the plan failed,” Daby finally confessed.

“Cazzo!” Aurora nearly shouted before remembering she needed to be quiet. 

“So vulgar, Aurora! What would your father say?” Darby asked.

“He would tell you that he spared Mr. Vitale and Antonio from San Marcos three months ago for one specific reason, the death of our enemy! And now you’ve fucked it up!"

"It wasn't our fault, cugina! Tommy Shelby is paranoid and crazy! He was waiting for this if you ask me." Darby stumbled over his words in his haste to explain the predicament they faced.

Aurora pitched forward, rubbing a hand across her forehead as she allowed him to continue speaking, though she wasn't really listening. It was more excuses that were useless to her. She had hoped this would all be finished and she and Luca would arrive as conquering heroes, ready to have the remaining Shelbys sign over their business interests immediately.

She felt sick as she realized a new strategy would be needed and that would take more time. Time they didn't have.

"I'm tired, Darby. I need rest and time to think," Aurora said, excusing herself from the call.

"Of course, let me know how we can be of help," her cousin answered, all too glad to be ending the disastrous call.

Aurora dropped the receiver with a heavy hand as the bedroom door slowly opened toward her. Luca loomed large in the doorway, an obvious look of disapproval on his face.

"Who was that, amore?" he asked with more than a hint of jealousy.

"I rang Darby to let him know we arrived," Aurora answered, attempting not to lie. Luca always knew when she held something back though.

"I heard you say Tommy Shelby's name," Luca pressed and it came out as a threat without any effort on his part. His large frame towered over Aurora easily, a thunderous expression and clenched fists enough to do the job.

"We were discussing him, yes," Aurora conceded.

"Discussing my family's vendetta without your husband?" Luca asked with disgust.

Aurora stood to face him, unafraid of his intimidation. "It's our vendetta, Luca. My family is backing you, remember?"

Luca gave a smug smile as he retorted, "Oh, so you and daddy thought you'd solve my problem for me. Is that it?"

Aurora rolled her eyes, "You're twisting my words."

Luca shook his head and raised a finger, "Don't play dumb, Aurora. It doesn't suit you." He took a step closer and raked his fingers through her hair tugging at the ends forcefully until she looked up at him. His voice lowered an octave as he revealed, "I heard every word you said."

"And?" Aurora said tauntingly, refusing to give him an inch.

Tired of her games, Luca snapped, yelling in her face, "You sent an assasin to do my job!" He tilted his head to study his wife's face before jerking his chin at her angrily. "Vaffanculo! You don't do anything without my say so!"

Aurora scoffed, "Is that right? Let me tell you something, Luca, without me, you wouldn't stand a chance here! It's the Sabini name that means something!" she asserted, pushing her chest to his with such force she could feel his heart rate accelerating.

"Fuck the Sabinis!" Luca shouted.

Aurora lashed out suddenly, scratching Luca with her sharp nails, digging into the flesh of his cheek. He emitted a hiss of pain as he relinquished his hold on her and Giovanni came running to see what the shouting was about.

"Boss?" he called as he looked at the large man doubled over, clutching his face.

Aurora pushed past her husband as she spat on him, "Don't ever say anything against my family again, stronzo!" She padded down the hall quickly, bare feet thrumming against the carpet in haste as Giovanni watched in shock. It was only his first few days with the couple and he didn't yet understand their ways.

"Let her go," Luca commanded as his bodyguard looked to him. Luca reached into his pocket for a handkerchief to stop the bleeding as Giovanni stepped back into the hall where Matteo stood.

"Did you hear that?" Giovanni asked his colleague.

"Yeah, they always do this. Sometimes she wins, sometimes he wins. I guess it was her tonight," Matteo shrugged. "She'll pay for it later though, I know that much," he said ominously.

Continue reading the fic here.

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#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Luca Changretta #Luca Changretta x OC

[familyvideostevie]

What about a blurb where Eddie sits behind his crush and just spends everyday hoping their hands will brush as they pass their homework up? That boy would pine like nobody’s business and even do his homework so they’d have a chance

anon heres the deal i think this is a prequel to the fic I'm going to post tonight from an older ask about reader tutoring eddie, how did you do that are you a mind reader !!!!

eddie swears that he doesnt totally skip class on purpose, but he keeps finding himself not in class when its happening, which unfortunately is indeed truancy. but he's doing better this year, okay? especially when he shows up to the first day of what he swears is his last senior year and goes to english class and he sits behind you. he's really like oh god oh god you're so pretty but he's used to having crushes on people that amount to nothing so he just lets it happen but then you turn around and say hi to him. and he's like uhhhhh hi? smiles a little, tell him your name, say you've seen him around but never had class together, you ask how his summer was, he mumbles something about band practice and you're like that's cool! and then class starts and he can't tell if you were being polite or not but he's thinking about it all day. and so he might not be doing great in his other classes but damn if he does not go to english and sit behind you every damn day and say hi at the beginning. one time you ask for a pen and he gives you his only one and just doesn't write anything all class but after that he makes sure to bring multiple. you smile at him in the hallways and say hello whenever you see him and he's trying not to overthink this but honestly, how can he not? you always have a smile for him when you turn around to grab his homework and pass it up, he doesn't have a problem doing his english reading but now he makes sure to get all of his assignments in so maybe he'll get to brush your hand again, one day you see his bat tattoo one day poking out and you compliment it. you are crushing on him, but he doesn't have to know that. and then you're going to tell him after spring break, you're sure of it, and then things go to shit and you worry about eddie because you KNOW he's innocent. aaaaaaaand so when everything ends and your are asked to tutor him once he's out of the hospital to ensure that he graduates? you say yes without hesitating.

stay tuned for my fic on this later hehehe :)

#im serious this fits perfectly w that fic!!! ur a genius #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #emma's asks #anon ask

[ronsenthal]

🪖 HBOWAR Fandom Q/A 🪖

Thanks @sharkboyandlavalieb, @ronald-speirs and @footprintsinthesxnd for the tags!!

Name/ Alias:

Jess / Jeska / whatever you want really I just don't like my full name

Country:

Brazil, zil, zil

Which of the series have you seen - BOB, P, GK, MOTA:

All of them!!! BoB is a long term relatioship while I finished both TP and GK last year and I'm really looking forward to more MoTA

Use an emoji or ONE word to describe your favourite character in an hbowar miniseries:

😾 LISTEN, IT'S HIM!!!!!

Ultimate ship (if any):

Has to be winnix

Favourite fic (yes I made this q&a just to get fic recs):

SHIIIIT I have tons of fav fics and I list all of them on my #fic recs but I'll list some of the ones I'm always re-reading x Better This Way series by @blurredcolour x Kinky Ron Series: Part 1 and 2 by @@footprintsinthesxnd x In The Bleak Mid-winter by @blurredcolour x He definitely doesn’t hate me by @brassknucklespeirs x Meine Liebe by @mads-nixon x Ares and Athena and the prequels Evaded by Hypnos by @softguarnere x Guiding Light by @holdingforgeneralhugs

What are some ways you interact in the fandom?:

I'm a all-in-one mess because I reblog stuff, create some content like fics, gifs and edits and I try to spread positiviy and love around like giving feedback and sending random love to my mutuals

Favourite colour:

Always changing but somehow blue always comes back to me (rn it's green)

Current favourite song:

I would say Common People by Pulp because it's always blasting on my headphones lately

What would you say if I held up a can of peaches?:

I would stare you down with my amazing thick eyebrows and tell you It's a can of peaches, sir

Complete this sentence: “Where the hell is ___ company?!”

F!!!!!

Other accounts or socials?:

Only this one here but if anyone want my other socials just send me a message

List one other fandom member (mutual or a follower you admire) for some appreciation:

I'll tag more than one because I can't just pick one right? - @ronald-speirs my partner in crime and the other half of ron's last brain cell, really awesome, sweet and precious - @ewipandora my love, my Lew and the one who is contantly making me smile and deserves the world!!! - @easycompanys talented, sweet and lovely, we exchange so many ideas and tips for creations I love our mutual admiration society - @basilone another fellow creator that I admire so much and I'm so happy to exchange ideas, feedback and tips here and there - @sweetxvanixlla my schatzi, truly one of the sweetest and most special souls you'll ever find, her talent and sensibility it's insane - @mutantmanifesto the talent is insane and matches the sweet and precious personality, love everytime we have our convos

Tags:

no pressure!!! @blurredcolour @ewipandora @easycompanys @mutantmanifesto @panzershrike-pretz @georgieluz and everyone else who wants to :)

#tag games #bob fandom

[thetaleoflevi]

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It Isn’t

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Prequel- It Was

Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Content: NSFW, Modern AU, Angst(?)

Content Warnings: 18+ smut, reader wears earrings, Implied string of one night stands (Levi), mentions of alcohol, explicit language, anxious feelings, Levi had like two sips of whiskey and still drove reader home, dubcon (alcohol intoxication), kissing, unprotected sex (BE SAFE), breast play, Levi and reader are broken up, i don’t know idkkk, 18+ smut x2

Description: Levi isn’t coping with your break up well at all. He has a string of one night stands on his name, and he refuses to leave his house, until one night after work when Hange invites him and a few friends to a club. Surprise, surprise! You’re on the dance floor.

Word Count: 6.7k

A/N: Hi hi! I’m back with this monstrosity of a fic. I wrote most of it while laying on a hammock, and 90% percent of the time I was distracted by my fear of the hammock flipping, so if it’s not a good read, blame the hammock.. Jk, I genuinely hope you enjoy :))

⭐️Taglist: @urfilgoth @ackermandick

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Truthfully, Levi had never been a promiscuous man, but fucking hell, you broke his heart. You took your love away from him, and showed him what he feared the most about life. You showed him that all good things come to an end.

He never calls the women he takes to bed, again. It may be the best fuck they’ve ever had, but Levi can’t lie and say the same thing. If he’s being completely honest with himself, he only finishes because he still remembers the way you sounded during those hushed nights when he would bury his face between your legs, to coax your tiredness because you couldn’t sleep, or the passionate nights that ended with both of you looking like you fucked with pure hatred—red scratches, hickeys, teeth indentations, and bruises littering your bodies.

Levi definitely feels like shit afterwards, every time, because he realizes that you’re not actually there, and he has once again used another woman to cope with the pain.

He calls a cab for the woman who’s eyes he left stars in. She stands on the sidewalk, her back to the cab. She leans forward and presses a kiss to Levi’s cheek. He doesn’t react, but instead takes a step towards the cab, opening the door for the woman to get in the backseat. He wishes her a good night, and waits for the car to drive off before returning to his room.

He sits on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone. His heartbeat sounded like rain on windshields—loud and unsettling. There’s nothing stopping him from calling you, so he picks up his phone and calls the contact labeled ‘⚡️’. He remembered the look on your face when you saw that your contact name wasn’t something basic like ‘Baby’ or ‘Love’ or even ‘Girlfriend’. It wasn’t a look of disappointment or disapproval, instead one of surprise mixed with adoration for the originality.

—

Why the lighting bolt, Ackerman?

You know, because…because…

Because?

You give me energy, and my heart beats as fast as the strike of a lighting bolt when I see you.

Levi, it’s perfect! I love it, and I love you!

—

“Hello? Levi, are you there?” You repeat for the third time.

“Huh? Oh, um, yes. I’m here,” he finally answers, leaving his headspace.

“Why did you call? It’s really late.”

Levi’s leg bounces with anxiety. You sounded like you were sleeping, and he just woke you up to talk your ear off.

“I just sent someone home,” he answers. He doesn’t know why he had to tell you that when he desperately wants you back.

“Okay? I really wanted details about your sex life,” you say, sarcastically, on the line. “Did you call for any other reason, Levi?”

“I’m not bragging about it. I-I don’t know why I even brought it up. I just… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” His throat goes dry as he becomes vulnerable for you. “I just needed… your voice.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, exhaustion lowering the amount of patience you have.

“You’ve been calling every night for a week now.”

“You don’t always answer.” He lays back on the bed.

“We’re broken up.”

“I know.”

There’s silence between you and Levi, like you’ve run out of things to say, and truthfully, Levi went into this without a plan.

“If you don’t have anything else to say, I’m gonna hang up. I don’t have time for this.”

“See, that was the fucking problem.” Time has been a sensitive topic for him since the break up. “You never had time for me. You always had somewhere to be, and I practically begged you… I begged you to take me with you whenever you could.”

You roll your eyes, on the brink of fully waking up with no chance of falling asleep easily. You’re thinking you should have let the phone continue to ring as soon as ‘Levi’ popped up on the screen.

“Can we not bring this argument back. If it was such a problem, why do you still call me? You’re pointlessly suffering my absence.”

Levi uses every bit of patience he has left to restrain from raising his voice. You can’t be this clueless, though.

“I gave you three years of my life. My world revolved around you and only you. How the fuck do you expect me to act like you never had a designated side on my bed?”

The silence returns, causing your stomach to flip uncomfortably. You have nothing to say. You can’t get back together with Levi. You feel bad for making him feel the way he does, but that break up was so hard to bear, and it took you so long to feel just okay. You don’t know if you can bring the joy back to his life, just to repeat the events that happened the first time around.

You try not to laugh on the line, but end up giggling, and you instantly mute your microphone to compose yourself. The few seconds of the sound were enlightening to Levi.

“What’s so funny?”

You come back five seconds later, still trying not to laugh.

“I was gonna tell you to get a twin sized bed, and then I pictured you in a twin sized bed. Sorry, it’s completely immature of me to laugh right now.”

“I sometimes forget how…childish you are. It’s not the first thing that comes to mind when I think of you, but I see I shouldn’t let it go over my head.”

“Can I go back to sleep, now?”

“You can do whatever you want.”

“Alright, then. Goodnight, Levi.”

“Goodnight.”

The loneliness picks at his stoic façade, and makes him curl in on himself. He doesn’t know when he’ll see you again, or when you’ll let him see you again, but until then, all he can do is dream and think of you twenty-four seven.

—

“Hey, Levi~!” Hange says, almost sprinting into his office.

“Yes?” He simply responds, not turning to face them.

“Can you at least look like you didn’t just get your heart ripped out? You’re kind of killing my mood,” they say, the chipper sound in their tone fading by the second.

“If you don’t like the way I am, no one’s forcing you to be around me,” Levi responds, coldly. He has yet to spare a glance at the other person in the room.

“Okay, okay, calm down. You need to get laid or something.”

It’s like Hange was tugging on his nerves, just waiting for one to snap. The last thing Levi needed was another one night stand.

He stayed silent, no longer wishing to be part of this conversation.

“Let’s get you out of your mansion, tonight. Me and the others were gonna go to a club after work. I’m bringing you along.” The glimmer in their eyes returns, the thought of seeing Levi less tense a relieving one.

“It’s not a mansion,” Levi says, his signature penned aggressively above a black line. “And I’ll pass on the club. I’ll be busy tonight.”

“Doing what? Moping around over her?” Hange points at an artificial flower on Levi’s desk, the one you gave him when you told him that his office was lifeless. You really made him laugh with that one, considering the fact that you gave him yet another lifeless object.

“It’s none of your business.” He flips a page over, scanning the dark print, top to bottom.

“Do something for yourself, Levi. You’re becoming the husk of your former self.” They put a folder on Levi’s desk, the main reason they were in his office to begin with. “We’re leaving at eight thirty. Catch up with us if you change your mind.”

Hange turns around, closing the door as they leave Levi’s office. Levi was hard on Hange, he realizes that much, but he hates the idea of his pain being dismissed, like it’s something he should avoid feeling at all. He’ll insinuate an apology with a cup of coffee, and it’ll be like they never had this conversation.

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“Should we go home and dress up or do you guys just want to head to the club?”

Levi hears Hange talking to Moblit and Nanaba as they walk past his office. He quickly picks his things up from his desk, his coat lifted off the hook on his door, and he follows the trio towards the exit of the building.

“Oh, hey, Levi,” Moblit says, an awkward wave of his hand to the man beside him. “Are you coming with us for drinks?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess I can hang out for a couple hours.”

Nanaba laughs at Hange’s shit-eating grin. “You really know how to bring out the best in people,” she mutters to them. The blonde looks over at Levi. “Glad to see you joining us, Levi. Let’s all have a good time, tonight.”

The four nod in agreement.

“I knew you’d come through. You’ll have a good time with us, I swear! Right guys?” Hange looks at Moblit and Nanaba with wide eyes.

“Definitely. After like four shots, Moblit sits in the middle of the dance floor and sings like he’s at a bonfire.”

The brunette becomes immediately flustered, mumbling to Nanaba about why she has to put him on the spot like that.

“I look forward to seeing the show you put on in your intoxicated state,” Levi says, following the group outside the building.

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The music was excruciatingly loud. Levi could barely hear himself shout over the sound of the booming speakers, but truth be told, he wasn’t thinking about you. He looked over at Nanaba who seemed to be having a pretty flirtatious chat with the bartender. The woman was enjoying Nanaba’s drunken ramblings about how her eyes were so pretty, and that the tie she wore was sexy.

He turned to see that Hange was attached to Moblit’s hip—literally. They were basically grinding all over each other, in synchrony with the majority of the couples around them. It made Levi shake his head with shame for the shameless, but he thought this was better than watching the overflowing tension between them in the workplace.

He sighed, reaching for the cup of whiskey in front of him. The amber colored drink slides down the side of his glass, spilling down his chin, and dripping onto his shirt.

“Fuck.” He grabs a napkin to wipe up his glowing skin.

“One gin and tonic, please,” you request, unknowingly only a few seats to the left of Levi.

“That’s a basic drink,” Levi mutters to himself. “Only person I know who orders that is…”

“Thank you,” you smile, taking the drink to the dance floor again.

He can’t move, but he has to. You’ll get lost in the crowd and he won’t see you again until you come get another drink, if you even order another one.

He turns in his stool, looking for you, the woman with the satin floral dress. You have two pairs of small, golden, hoop earrings on each ear lobe, and your hair is tucked behind your ears.

Bullseye.

A pair of steel grey eyes is glued to you, observing your every move. The smile on your face, enhanced by the alcohol coursing through your veins, is watched with softened, tired eyes. If Levi had permission, he would sway with you, and never let you go, in fear of making you feel as lonely as he is without you.

“Who are you watching?” Nanaba says, setting a hand on Levi’s shoulder. She points herself in the same direction, scanning the crowd until someone familiar is in sight. “Damn, Levi! Your radar must have been screaming at you, huh?”

“You reek like booze and Valentino,” Levi grumbles, slightly nudging her away.

She chuckles, leaning in once more. “The bartender and I had a little chat in the bathroom. Now, I have a proposition for you.”

Levi is surprised Nanaba can use that word in this state, but he’s interested enough to lend an ear.

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell.”

“What are you talking about?” Levi turns to watch you dancing again. He’s mesmerized by the movement of your hips.

“If you decide to run away with her, tonight, I didn’t see you.” The blonde winks. “But, you didn’t hear about me and the bartender. I’d like to keep my squeaky clean image for Moblit and Hange.”

Levi furrows his eyebrows, clearly confused by Nanaba’s drunken slurs. “I’m fucking with you, Levi. They know I’m smooth with my tongue, and expect me to go home with someone every time we go out, until I find the person we refer to as a ‘Levi Lover’.”

“What the hell is a ‘Levi Lover’?”

Nanaba clears her throat, preparing to recite the definition of the made up category.

“‘Levi Lover’, coined and defined by craziness enthusiast, Hange Zoe, is a person who you fall completely, and wholly in love with for eternity.”

“That person came up with that term?” He nods in Hange and Moblit’s direction. They’re both sitting on the floor, holding hands, with their legs crossed and their eyes closed, singing along to the music.

Nanaba almost folds over laughing when she sees them, but nods in response to Levi’s question. “I added the ‘in love for eternity’ part because Hange made you sound like a wild animal by saying that Levis mate for life.”

He actually grins at that. “I like your version better.”

She watches the entranced look on Levi’s face as you take a sip of your drink. “Go, Levi. She’s dancing alone.”

“What?”

“I’m gonna go hang out with Ms. Bartender again. If I come back and you’re either, A: still here on this stool, not talking to the pretty lady with the tight floral dress, or B: not gone from the club with the pretty lady in the tight floral dress’s hand in yours, you owe me fifty bucks.”

Before he can even argue, Nanaba starts for the other side of the club.

Your cup is completely empty, so you head towards the bar again, in desperate need for a refill.

“One gin and tonic for the woman in the black floral dress.”

“Levi?”

“Hey. It’s been a while,” he says, sarcastically. His drink is still pretty much full. He doesn’t like the taste, but he’s come to the realization that it’s not all about the taste, but the effect it leaves on you as well. Tea is nothing like this. It tastes good, it calms him and helps him relax when all he wants to do is throw the world into the universe’s garbage.

“It’s not weird seeing you here at all. Are you here alone?” You walk towards him, plopping down on the stool over.

“Looks like it, but, no. Nanaba’s over there, and Hange and Moblit are on the floor. I’m surprised you didn’t see them.”

“I’m here with a couple friends, too. I’ve been trying to ditch them for the last thirty minutes, though, since they already ditched me for some two point fives.

“I’m surprised to see you here, too, of all places.”

You raised the glass the bartender gives you, a silent cheers, and downed a third of it in one gulp.

“I didn’t want to come out tonight to begin with. I’ve been trying to go home since I got here.”

Levi sniffs his drink one more time before deciding he doesn’t want to take another sip. “You want me to take you home?” he asks, pulling out his wallet to pay off the tab of drinks that had accumulated between him, Hange, and Moblit. He’s pretty sure Nanaba has been getting free drinks from the other bartender.

“Really?” you ask, to which Levi nods.

“I’ve been making an escape plan, myself. I now have one, so let’s get out while we can.”

“Okay,” you say, pulling your wallet out to pay for your drink.

“It’s already paid for. Come on,” he says, already ahead of you in terms of leaving the club.

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You stand in front of his car, wondering if it would be weird to sit in the backseat, and if he would ask you to move to the passenger’s seat. You remember an incident from when you were a couple, the one and only time you made the mistake of trying to sit in the backseat, only to be asked to move up because Levi said, ‘I’m not a cab driver or your chauffeur. Sit in the front with me.’

“Do you feel more comfortable sitting in the back?” Levi asks, watching you reach for the door handle.

“I honestly don’t care. It’s more of a tiredness issue. My feet are killing me, and I’m too tired to walk around to the other side of the car.”

“Hm, alright.”

“Would you prefer if I sat in the front seat?” You ask. “It wouldn’t kill me to take a few more steps.”

“Do whatever you want,” Levi says finally, before opening the door to the drivers seat and getting in.

You take the few extra steps and sit in the front with him, the ominous silence after you close the door unwelcoming.

“Where to?” Levi interrupts the quiet that had settled.

“Weren’t you going to take me home?”

“Right, I forgot about that. Old habits are hard to kill.” He turns the car on, his hands on the steering wheel, but he doesn’t put the gear in drive. He stares off into the distance for a good while before shutting the car off.

“What, Levi?” You ask, turning to look at him.

“Can you give me a solid reason for why we broke up? It’s been eating me alive since it happened, and I’m so confused.”

“Why would you want to know something like that months later? It’s like asking me to tell you why our relationship didn’t, and can’t work out.”

“That is exactly what i’m asking you, so please, humor me.” He turns to face you, far from disturbed by your presence. He’s all too happy to see you again.

You take a deep breath, the anxiety rushing from your feet to your chest.

“I’ll get the shocking part out of the way so that you don’t pay attention to the dumb details.” You lick your dry lips. “Levi, I never stopped loving you.”

There’s no instant reaction from Levi. He’s just going to listen right now, is what he tells himself.

“I think about you just as much as you think of me. I just don’t have the guts that you do, to call you every night when I want to. I feel stupid when I even think about calling you. And…and,” you don’t know if you should tell him that his name still gets cried out at night. “even if I miss you, I don’t think we should cycle the relationship we had before, again. Like you said on the phone, I never made time for you. I didn’t prioritize you.”

“But, you think about me, and you miss me.” His voice sounds like dripping honey.

“Yes, but every time I recall the look on your face the last time I saw you, it breaks my heart all over again.”

“You still love me.”

“Levi.” Your heart pounds like hell. After all this time, he still manages to make you feel nervous by just looking at you.

He doesn’t say anything, but his stormy grey eyes watch you with invisible desperation. The desperation comes from you looking like that—so gorgeous and stunning— and him not being able to do anything about it.

“You know the effect that look has on me. Stop.”

He doesn’t stop. Instead, he takes it a step further, and turns his body to face you, one leg bent on his seat, his hands resting on it.

“Why don’t you ever listen?” You mumble to yourself. You contemplate every decision that led you to where you are right now. You could have avoided this whole thing if you were more social and actually wanted to stay with your friends. You also could have avoided this if you hadn’t drank more than one drink, and had sobered up enough to drive yourself home. But, here you were instead, feeling like you were about to make a big mistake.

“You said you missed me,” Levi murmurs, the proximity between you both getting shorter and shorter.

“I did. I do.”

“Closer. There’s still more space,” he says, having reached the closest he can move towards you.

Your faces are inches apart, the short distance taunting you. His eyes flick up and down your features, manifesting a kiss by staring at your lips.

“We shouldn’t,” you whisper.

“We’re going to,” he says to you.

“I ruined you.”

“You ruined me,” he repeats, a hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb softly brushing the delicate skin.

The touch has your heart threatening to leap out of your chest. He’s so close that you can feel his body heat radiating against you, his cologne smelled more concentrated.

“Please,” he mouths, lips grazing yours. Once your lips lock, he tries with all the strength he has not to bite them. It’s a nostalgic feeling, if the feeling had a name.

“Mm…t-take me home,” you say, muffled by his relentless kisses.

“Fine,” he answers, roses blooming on his cheeks, noticeable beneath the yellow streetlights. He can hear his heartbeat in his ears, his chest bouncing the slightest with how hard his heart thrashes against it. He clears his throat, turns the car on, and drives you home.

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The car ride was filled with side eyes, and unsettled truths.

Your truth: You’re dying to kiss him again, to feel his hands on you, ‘cause lord knows your hands aren’t his. Those nights when you imagined his touch on you while your own hands skimmed your body, were absolutely nothing compared to the real thing. You recognized that tonight.

His truth: No woman can fill in that role of ‘the one’ like you do. You’re enticing without trying, and it only makes him want to chase after you even more. He wants you to fill that empty space in his bed because, for the love of god, he does not sleep soundly when you’re not there.

At last, you arrived at the driveway of your house. There’s an awkward silence when Levi turns the car off, the lights of his speedometer and every other light on his dashboard dimming to darkness. You both refuse to move, making the whole situation more intense.

“I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

Levi stays quiet, thinking of how to stoically tell you that he will gladly keep you warm through the night.

“I get it if you have things to do tomorrow. I-I mean, you don’t have to stay the night, but, you’re welcome to.”

“I want to.” The last words said to you before you showed him the house you copied and pasted life in, without him.

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You laid on your side, your body a few inches from Levi’s. He also laid on his side, facing away from you. You want to touch his warm skin, even if it’s through his shirt, and kiss the nape of his neck.

You test the water, slowly shifting closer to his warmth. Your arm dips beneath his portion of the blanket, and you sling it over his waist, your hand resting on his stomach. You can feel the tension rise in his body, his stomach erratically rising and falling as he breathes. He doesn’t react much when he feels your lips behind him, on the nape of neck—or so you think. If you could see his face, you would see that he’s not okay. It’s not until you put a leg over his that he finally starts to panic.

“Fuck, what do you want?” He falsely grumbles.

“I’m tired,” you say, full on spooning him, chest to back.

“Then go to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep.”

Like a lightbulb that’s been switched on, his brain brought a certain memory into his mind.

“Mm,” he hums, keeping the information to himself. It’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s just that his idea requires you to think similarly. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Put me to sleep like how you used to.”

He stops breathing for a second, your suggestion eliciting a racing mind.

“You want me to…,” he speaks, hushed like he’s saying blasphemy.

“Please.”

He finally turns to face you, a hand on your outer thigh to keep your leg on his hip. You can see how scared he is to be intimate with you again, his hand light on the skin of your leg, but he’s trying. He wants to be able to look you in the eyes and see the enamor all over again, even if it’s a symptom of lust.

“I don’t want you to go under the blanket. I want to see your face.” You look into his grey orbs, a faint sign of adoration growing.

“I’ll do anything you want me to, just let me know.”

You fumble with the collar of his shirt, looking down at his neck, before peering down his shirt.

“Make me yours one more time.”

Levi shivers at the contact between your fingers and the side of his neck, his invitation to lean in and claim your lips. His hands slide beneath your dress, scrunching it up over your stomach to form a loose grip on your waist as he continues to appreciate your mouth. He can feel the miniature pebbles that form on your skin when his nails graze you in the slightest.

“Take it off.” You tug on his shirt, slowly pulling it out of his trousers.

“You too,” he says, lowering one of the straps of your dress down your arm. He unbuttons his shirt, the white fabric falling off his shoulders as he removes it. He watches you struggle to get ahold of your dress’s zipper, a tiny smirk pulling on his lips. He lets you struggle a little longer to buy more time to appreciate your concentrated expression.

“Turn around,” Levi finally voices.

You scurry towards him, turning your back to him and sit on your knees. He moves your hair to the side, his hand skimming every patch of skin on your upper back.

“How do you do this when you’re by yourself, hm?”

You shudder when his mouth lands on your shoulder blade, furiously blushing as he slides the zipper down.

“I don’t go out too often since we split.”

“Mmm, what a coincidence that the one time I go out, I find you dancing in the same room. I can’t believe you wore this tiny thing out.” He slides the straps down your arms, the whole article of clothing pooling above your thighs. “Were you hoping to find someone else? ‘Cause I guarantee you would have if we hadn’t run into each other. You looked very pretty, tonight.” He dips his head to kiss your shoulder, eyes searching for a reaction. “You look very pretty, tonight.”

You sigh, his hand placement fueling your need for him.

“Go lay on the pillows,” he murmurs into your ear.

You nod, moving back to the spot your were initially at. Your knees wrinkled your dress as you moved with the garment still wrapped around you. Levi pulled it down and off your body, leaving you clad in some panties and a strapless bra. He removed his trousers, and though you had barely done anything to each other, there was clearly a bulge in his boxer briefs.

He holds back a snicker when he catches you staring down there, causing you to look away, flustered. His pale skin glows in the light shed by the moonlight through your windows. He’s beautiful—gorgeous, in fact.

Suddenly, you’re both shy. He doesn’t know if he should take his boxer briefs off, you don’t know if you should bare yourself yet. You’re both one huge ball of nervousness combined. It’s neither his nor your first time seeing the other naked, and yet you feel every ounce of anxiety at the thought of him seeing your intimate parts.

“It’s okay. I’m scared, too.” His hand rubs your shin, comfortingly.

“Get out of my head.” You avert your eyes from his, and look out the window for a second. “How did you know?” you ask.

His lip quirks upward the slightest bit. “You look just like you did the night I took your virginity.”

Your face goes hot at the memory. You remember how gentle he was, and how watchful he became for any signs of discomfort.

“Were you scared then?” Your focus finds itself on Levi, again.

“I couldn’t be, for your sake.” His hand mindlessly continues massaging your shin. “You were scared, and it wouldn’t have done you any good if I showed you that I was just as fearful.”

“Why are you admitting that you’re scared now?”

He lets out a breathy, deep chuckle.

“I think in a scenario like this, I have the right to be scared, or at least nervous. You asked me to put you to sleep in one of the most intimate ways, and as someone who has every inch of your body memorized, I’m going to oblige.” He leans forward to press a kiss to your knee. “But, like that first time, I’ll try to make you feel as comfortable as possible.” Levi’s hands run up your calves as he kisses up your legs. “You aren’t mine anymore, so I have to show you that even in this case, I will always respect your body.”

You hear your heartbeat in your ears, the sound echoing when his grey eyes flash up to look into your eyes. He’s so meticulous about the way he kisses your hips, his thumb massaging the kisses into your skin. His hands are so big on your waist as he holds you down so that he can raise himself above you, looking down into your star-filled eyes.

He looks at your hands, which lay on your stomach, and raises them before slowly lacing his fingers between yours as he lays them beside your head on the pillow. He aims for your neck this time, his tongue licking the line of your jugular vein before planting a kiss on it. He can feel the way your heart races, so erratically, a rhythm that his heart soon synchronizes with. Your skin is so smooth, now warm due to the nipping of his mouth.

Your fingertips press harder into his knuckles as he finds your sensitive spots like a metal detector finds treasure. He can’t possibly make you feel this way again. You hear one of the sexiest things you’ve ever heard, Levi’s chuckle at the sound of you gasping when he finds a particularly good spot on your neck.

“How tired are you?” he murmurs beneath your ear.

“So tired,” you answer, eyes closed as you savor the wetness of his lips on your skin. “I’m ready, if that’s what you’re trying to ask.”

“Okay.” He releases your hands and backs up a little to finish fully undressing himself. You do the same, unclasping your bra, and sliding your panties down. You can feel your face get warmer when the cold breeze makes your nipples stiffen.

“Let’s be mature about this. I’ve seen you naked, you’ve seen me naked. There’s no need to hide your body.”

You nearly choke on your spit when you see his dick, standing tall. You can’t stop looking at it, but you force yourself to when you remember that you’re just as vulnerable as he is, and he’s not staring at your cunt.

“How do you want to do this?”

“Missionary,” you blurt, faster than your thoughts.

“Alright. Lay comfortably.”

You lay down flat, your legs bent, ready for Levi to wedge himself between them.

He moves towards you again, and you actually feel like your heart might explode this time.

“Relax,” he says, consolingly. “I’ll be gentle with you.” He is once again in skin to skin proximity. His hips are hugged by your thighs, and his biceps are in your grasp. “May I?” he asks once more for your consent.

“Y-Yeah, okay,” you say, eyes glossy in admiration.

He maintains eye contact as he pushes the tip of his cock into you, searching for pain, as well as a sign of you wanting out. To his relief, you simply let out a shaky breath, and tighten the grip you have on his arms. He slows down a bit when half of his length has made it inside you, gauging your reaction to the feeling so far. Your walls welcome him, generously.

He then pushes the rest of his length into you, his body pressed right up against you. He couldn’t hold back a gasp of his own—you were as warm as he remembered, and it was heaven to his body that was deprived of you.

“Tell me to stop whenever, and I will.”

“I don’t want you to stop if you haven’t even moved yet.”

You’re such a brat, but right now is not the time for him to set your body on fire. Right now, is the time to show you that he cares so much. So much that he would pretend this isn’t part of his undying love for you. God knows he wouldn’t be able to tell you how much he cares, but he get’s an A+ in presentation.

Slow breaths are let out by both of you as he pulls his hips back, then thrusts forward as steadily as possible.

It’s truly enlightening to bask in your presence again, especially in this manner. Levi wonders how many nights you thought about him, and how often you brought men home, only to see him in them. He wonders if you ever cried over his absence, or if you ever stopped sex midway through with anyone, because you couldn’t stand the fact that he wasn’t the one screwing you.

He traces kisses onto your collarbone, then moves his lips onto your jaw, which hangs slightly open to release the sweetest noises.

“It’s okay,” he coos, his voice slightly shaky from how good your pussy feels, hugging his length so tightly. His cock throbs inside you, the slow movement of his hips only teasing for him. Just because he’s not ramming himself into you like an animal, doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel every leisurely ounce of pleasure.

You’re think he’s only there because you made yourself look helpless, but really, he’s there because you trusted him to protect you, and you want him around. You didn’t expect him to go the full mile for you, but he certainly did. He kissed you like you were the most valuable thing in the world, like kissing you was the cure to everything shitty in the universe. You indulged in the moment, cupping his face, feeling the way his jaw moved every time he opened his mouth to kiss you again.

You whimpered softly, eyebrows creasing a little when his tip prods at the spot within you that makes you weak. He watches your face, a blissful expression on it that brings a sense of nostalgia to him, and suddenly he misses you so much.

He bows his head, kissing the tops of your breasts, leaving as many red marks as he can before you realize. If there’s a problem with it, he’ll negotiate with you later.

His tongue comes out, and you feel it against your now pebbled nipple.

“Fuck—ah—can you go a little faster? J-Just a little, please.” You pant.

Levi has always been good at multitasking. He can definitely fuck you faster while swirling his tongue over your nipples. The change in pace has him moaning against your breasts. Your wet heat is debilitating as it is, even with languid thrusts, but now that you ask for more, he knows he needs a good amount of self control if he wants to avoid coming before you.

Your nails dig into his back, dragging red streaks into the pale skin as he continues to tire you out in the most pleasurable way. Your body is melting beneath his suffocating warmth, and your heels dig into his lower back, deeper and deeper every time his hips raise into you.

“Fuck—oh my god, Levi,” you cry out, your head sinking into the pillows, and your face aimed towards the ceiling.

He slows down his thrusts, and lets go of your nipple.

“Fuck, why? I was so close, so fucking close,” you whine, your eyes looking like galactic pools with how shiny they were.

“I—fuck… I almost came. I just needed to slow down for a second,” he breathes, his toes curling out of your sight.

You see the way his eyes flutter shut and decide you can’t be mad at him. “It’s okay. It doesn’t matter. You’re allowed to feel good, too, Levi. Just, keep going,” you say, holding his face in your hands again, this time bringing him close to press his forehead against yours. You want to watch the pleasure take over his features, and you want to feel his hot breath fan across your face as he moans.

His pace picks up once again, and he sheathes himself in and out of you like before. His eyes bore into yours, and your noses touch like you’re about to kiss, but you don’t. Instead you breathe each other’s air and say each other’s names. It’s all so personal, down to the way he coos little things to you.

“You’ve been on my mind a lot, and—ngh— I-I know you know that,” he says in a strained voice. “Fuck you for showing up in my dreams like this.”

“Oh, Levi… Levi—hah—“ Your cunt flutters at his expletive language. It brings back good memories. “Levi, i’m gonna come!” Your thighs make a grand attempt to crush his waist as he continues to thrust. “Fuck! Please, Levi!”

“Come, sweetheart. Come for me,” he croons, touching you so much that it becomes overwhelming. His lips suck on your neck, his fingers roll your nipple between them. You swear it was the bite on your shoulder that killed you. Your back arched off the mattress a little, and your eyes rolled so far into your head that your vision was still a little blurry when you looked at Levi again. You couldn’t keep Levi’s name out of your mouth, and that caused him to teeter on the edge, too.

“O-Oh- I can’t. I fucking can’t,” he whimpers, gritting his teeth as he pulls out of you. He pumps his cock a few times, thick, white ropes of cum landing on your thighs and stomach.

The sound of heavy breathing fills the room. Levi wipes away drops of sweat that slide down his temple to his jawline, with the back of his hand. He looks at you through tired, lidded eyes. If he’s tired after this, then you must be exhausted, maybe even sleeping already.

“H-Hey.” He pats your trembling thigh.

“Mmm,” you hum, not opening your eyes.

“Don’t get up. I’ll clean you up. Give me a minute.”

You nod, lazily.

It takes Levi less than ten seconds to find your bathroom, another five seconds to find your towels. He spends five more seconds rinsing a towel to clean you up with, then spent thirty seconds staring at himself in the mirror, thinking about the events that led to him taking you in your bed. He then went back to your room, in exactly one minute.

You snored quietly, your body in the same position as when he left. Your thighs and stomach were still covered in his cum.

Levi’s nose wrinkled as he used the wet towel to wipe the white substance off of you. He doesn’t bother waking you up so that you can get dressed, instead just covers you with one of your blankets.

“You can’t leave,” you mumble, your voice already grainy from sleep.

“Seriously?” Levi asks, holding in a chuckle when you went back to sleep right after.

He goes back to the bathroom and freshens up a little, before putting his boxer briefs back on. He doesn’t know if you’ll be too pleased to find him naked in bed with you in the morning.

Levi watches your chest rise and fall for a minute or two, noticing your hand by your side. He reaches for it, half chickening out by only hooking his pinky with yours. Dealing with your confusion tomorrow morning, is tomorrow Levi’s problem. Right now, he has all he’s ever wanted.

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[underacalicosky]

20 Question Fic Writer Tag

Yayyy! Thanks for tagging me @grapenehifics 😁 And thanks to @ineffable-snowman for tagging me too! ❤️

How many works do you have on ao3?

I only have six Obikin fics on AO3, which isn’t a lot, but I’m hoping to write more! I’ve posted fics for a different fandom that I’m no longer active in, but that was a lifetime ago and I don’t monitor those fics anymore.

2.) What's your ao3 word count? 

AO3 says 107,086. I know that’s not a lot compared to some folks, but it’s more than I thought I’d get to when I started writing again a few months ago.

3.) What fandoms do you write for? 

Right now, only Prequels/Clone Wars Star Wars, and only Obikin because they’ve taken over my brain. And mainly modern AUs, but I have couple ideas that are in the Star Wars universe.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Cruel Summer (Intern AU) - 175

Edge of Greatness (Figure skating AU) - 132

The Next Model (Top Model AU) - 125

Heartbreak Prince (Same age HS AU) - 70

In Good Hands (Hairstylist AU) - 69

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I always respond to comments! I try to respond within a few days. But yes, I love comments. I’m grateful that someone would take the time to not only read my fics, but to also leave a note or an emoji or wall of text 😭 so I try to show my appreciation by responding. Sometimes I’ll get a comment that’s really touching and I’ll reread it when I’m having a bad day. I love when I get into little side convos or hearing about headcanons in the comments!

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’m incapable of writing anything but a happy ending for Obikin. I want so badly for them to find peace and joy together, whether that’s through lots of cuddles and sex or a platonic life-long friendship.

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them? 😁 I like to end my fics in a way where they’re at a good place, and afterward they run off and have more adventures and I might not know exactly what they’re up to, but I know they’re happy.

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Not since I’ve written for the SW and Obikin fandom. Everyone here has been wonderful and encouraging and kind of feral in the most amazing way. I can’t tell you how much I love love love the positive vibes.

It wasn’t always like that in my previous fandom and I eventually left. Although, it wasn’t really hate. I started getting comments about how I wasn’t incorporating certain extreme kinks (which I didn’t know how to write), sort of suggesting that what I wrote wasn’t interesting. And there were plenty of writers who did write those kinks so it was a little baffling. I’m a firm believer that everyone should be able to read or write whatever they like without judgment or shame, but it got to the point where my confidence took a huge hit and I wasn’t having fun anymore.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do write smut! Soft, fluffy, vanilla smut where they look at each other with hearts in their eyes. If my smut were a cake, it would be funfetti.

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No, but I like putting them modern AUs so maybe the Top Model fic is kind of a crossover?

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I didn’t realize this was a thing. How do I know if a fic has been stolen?

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

A couple years after I left my previous fandom, someone reached out and asked if they could translate one of my fics into a different language. It was really heartwarming and humbling to hear that something I wrote resonated with someone enough to make them want to translate it and share it. I said yes, but I’m not sure I ever got the link to the translated version.

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I co-wrote a big bang with another author for my previous fandom. It was a lot of fun and someone made a playlist to go with our fic. We had similar writing styles, to the point that our betas got confused over who wrote which chapters.

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

Probably Obikin. Their dynamic is so intriguing to me. There’s endless possibilities. Plus, the authors in this fandom are so freaking talented and creative and that fuels my love for them.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don’t have too many WIP at the moment. I only have two that have actual words, the rest are ideas that haven’t solidified yet. But I plan to finish the ones I’ve started writing.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

I’m terrible at self-assessments. I like to think that I can create a feeling of longing or pining. I love a slow burn, especially a friends to lovers type relationship, and that’s where I like to live with the things I write. There’s that phase where they’re both too afraid to tell the other how they feel. But they stare longingly and wonder if the other’s thinking of them too. And maybe there’s miscommunication or an ill-conceived reason for why they can’t be together that leads to some mild angst before they confess their love and fuck all gentle and sweet.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing anything that has a complex plot or interwoven side plots. I’m very linear and simplistic. I’m always so impressed when I read something and the plot has been intricately planned and the little details tie together in the end. These are truly talented writers. Like, you should be publishing novels and getting paid. If I had more time and brain space, I’d love to try planning something more complex someday.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I’m not against it, but I can barely post anything without typos in English so I wouldn’t trust myself to include dialogue in another language.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

X-files, Mulder/Scully. I didn’t post it to gossamer. I just had it on my computer and was too scared to show it to anyone.

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

This is tough, and it’s going to be a long and rambly answer.

Definitely the fics I’ve written for Obikin are my favorites. And if I had to pick one of them, it would probably be Edge of Greatness, only because it was the first thing I posted to AO3 in about 12 years.

I started writing fics again a few months ago as a way to do something for myself because most of my life revolves around taking care of my family. I had the idea in my head for about a month before I finally dusted off my old 2008 Macbook and wrote the whole thing in about three weeks. It was such a freeing feeling to be writing again, but I still had that criticism in my head. At that time, I wasn’t sure I wanted to share it once I finished it, but I also was trying to challenge myself.

I took baby steps. I got a new AO3 account and sat on it for a week before I began uploading the first few chapters. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time. My hands were shaking when I posted the first four chapters knowing that they would be out there in the world. I was convinced that no one would read them and I was okay with that because the goal I set for myself was to post and not care what other people thought. But the next morning I saw that I had kudos and comments and had a nice little cry. Some people, like @grapenehifics left comments in every chapter and I can’t put into words what that meant to me. So I’m not sure that it’s my best fic, but it holds special meaning to me and I’ll always love it for that reason.

I’m tagging anyone who writes fics and wants to share! I love reading these types of responses! ❤️

#thanks for the tag!

[sparkles-oflight]

Welcome Back

If I had a nickel for every time I changed the title of this story, I would have a lot of nickels.

Synopsis: After not seeing or talking to each other for over a decade, Bojan and Kris finally meet again: in Damon's apartment. Will chapters 1 and 2 tell a new story?

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Contains Agnst

My fics can be read out of order and with no context, but IT'S HIGHLY RECOMMENDED TO READ THE FOLLOWING:

Sunny Side of London (for a reference) Kamila (for a reference) Metulji* "("prequel") THE SHADE* ("prequel")

Thanks @anxious-witch for the proof-reading and being so patient with me and the amount of times I changed the story structure and everything sdhfjjwsifiw.

Kris walked into an apartment he hadn’t been in in years, yet he felt as if he had returned home. The black and white decor, the familiar smell of flowers in the air, and the meticulously placed lights around the room.

- Are we ready to do this? – someone asked.

He looked around to the owner of the voice, Damon.  He had asked him to re-create the first photoshoot they had ever done, more than a decade later. He explained to Kris he wanted to see his progress in life and his healing journey throughout the years with his art.

Kris immediately hugged him.

- Hello, love. How have you been? – Damon tried to reassure him.

- Hi, Damon. – he still wouldn’t let him go.

- Are you sure you want to do this? – he pulled Kris back and pushed his hair to the side – You don’t have to do it if you don’t want it. If you aren’t comfortable that is.

- No, I can do this.

- Great then.

Damon grabbed Kris’ hand and sat him down.

- Is this still okay? – he asked as he opened the eye-shadow pallet.

Kris hadn’t worn anything “girly” in the past decade. In fact, he had cut his hair again, he had stopped traveling, and finally settled down in the Netherlands.

- Yes, of course.

Damon re-tried the whole process, everything he and Kris had tried before, he did it again, now both having different life experiences...

- You know what’s truly sad? You are not on the stage anymore.

- Damon...

- I know. It’s just... – Damon showed some frustration in his voice tone – What happened to those brave Slovenian boys I met? Kris...to this day, I don’t know what happened to you.

- I...I don’t know.

- My dear... – he set the camera aside and crouched down to meet Kris’ eyes and held his hands firmly – Do you still believe you are beautiful?

- I don’t.

- That’s not how things should be, now, are they? – Damon inclined his head against Kris’ – I didn’t want to say this, but Kris...You lost your sparkle.

- I know...

- Stop giving me two-word answers. You know you can tell me the truth.

- I really want to. But I don’t know how to.

Kris thought about what happened... With the band, he felt great. He felt amazing in front of crowds of people and doing what he loved. Singing and playing guitar on stage made him feel great.

But then Kris remembered... how the band broke up.

And how they – he and Bojan - broke up.

After Bojan left the band, he deleted his social media and Kris also deleted his number to not be tempted into calling him. He deleted all messages as well, “just in case”.

- Damon, it was complicate-

- I’m sorry to interrupt. – A familiar voice from the outside came in. – The door was open.

Kris and Damon looked at the new visitor. It was Bojan. With more grey hair than before, but Bojan. With some wrinkles, but Bojan. With a sad face, but Bojan.

Bojan looked at the model. It was Kris. With short hair, but Kris. With a tired face, but Kris. With smooth hands now, but Kris.

- I’m sorry...I decided to come in earlier for my shoot, but I can-

- You can stay. – Damon said, but then turned to Kris – Is that okay with you?

Kris nodded. He just nodded.

The session proceeded, though no one talked, only Damon who would give some directions to Kris from time to time. He wouldn’t talk, but his eyes would often drift to Bojan and meet his. It was awkward.

- Okay, you guys need to talk. – Damon got up.

- I’m clearly a distraction. – Bojan interjected – I can come by later.

- No, I’m going to take a smoke break, you guys talk it out. I don’t want to shoot soulless images. – Damon got pushy about it and Bojan just sighed.

He left, them alone. Kris didn’t feel the need to talk to Bojan. They hadn’t seen each other in years, nor uttered each other’s name unless it was necessary. So, why would he?

Bojan took a step ahead, Kris stared at him.

- You don’t want me here, I get it.

Bojan was about to leave, but then he abruptly changed his decision and decided to sit in the same corner as Kris.

- Hey, man how have you been? – he asked with a huge smile of his. However, Kris noticed how his teeth were now more yellowish than before, not to mention his breath.

- You reek of alcohol. And tobacco.

- Like you didn’t smoke or drink.

- I quit. It’s not a good example.

- To whom? Kris’ it’s not like we are in the band together and have to keep an image. – he laughed – So, what have you been doing?

- Why do you care?

- Okay, not a man of words I see. Unlike the Krisko I knew.

- Don’t call me that. – Kris placed his chin on top of his wrapped arms, shielding himself.

- I became a sociology teacher, actually, and I do ghostwrite for some artists too. You have probably heard some of my words on the radi-

- I don’t listen to Slovenian music anymore.

- Oh... – Bojan put on a sad smile – That’s a shame. You are in the Netherlands, right? I talk to Maks sometimes. I know you told him not to, but don’t get angry with him, please.

- I won’t. It’s his life. I just get pissed when some people don’t mind their own business.

- I swear he didn’t tell me anything else. I’m completely unaware of what else happened in your life.

Kris sighed. Bojan was not going to leave him alone, and, even though both of them are now completely different people, Kris still can’t stay quiet around Bojan either.

- I traveled across Europe trying to find a purpose after the band... Ended up marrying a Dutch woman...Her name was Fleur.

- You couldn’t let the flowers go, could you? – Bojan laughed at his own awful joke – I stayed alone, meanwhile.

- I don’t think anyone would want you smelling like that. Not very flower-like.

- You said “was”, what happened? And you didn’t even invite me to the wedding?

- We divorced.

- Oh, shit, I’m sorry, man.

- We have a daughter together. – he blurted it out.

Bojan was shocked considering the reasons why they broke up. That was a bomb to just casually drop. Kris was always repulsed by being near a child, now he’s a father?

- I guess...I guess you decided to live my dream for me then, uh? – Bojan awkwardly smiled – What’s her name?

- Lily. – he said it very fast as he realized the flower theme he had going on. – She’s four.

- How do you feel about them? – Bojan looked up. – You know, I don’t know what is like to have my own family...

Kris didn’t want to say it... As much as he loved Lily, he only married Fleur because it was the “logical thing to do”. They dated for a while, and he was already in his late 20’s so people around pressured him into it. Then Fleur wanted a kid and Kris never really thought too much about it, he just wanted to see Fleur happy - which led to their marriage falling apart slowly. She complained about him being her “Yes-man” as he was too scared to have to lose someone again. She ended up filing for a divorce.

- I love Lily and I loved Fleur. Though it was never the kind of “love letter” love. I never wrote a love letter to Fleur. – Kris also looked up – But love letters are ridiculous.

- Did you ever write me one?

- Yeah. When I was...ah – he tried to recall it – 16? You were dating Ivana back then. I just never sent it.

- Oh, then yeah. 16 for sure. It’s not like I had a lot of girlfriends. Or boyfriends-

- Have you ever written love letters?

- If you listened to Slovenian Radio, you’d know. – Kris smiled at that, for the first time since he arrived in London – Ridiculous. – Bojan mocked his voice.

Bojan placed his hand on Kris’ hand. Kris sighed... All the words they told each other on the breakup day were still resonating in his head.

- If I could, then I would, staying always by your side – Kris softly sang – If I could, then I would, giving up this famous life.

Bojan turned to Kris, surprised by hearing him suddenly sing.

- Where the sun doesn’t shine – he continued – Where the ceilings are all white.

He felt as if he had heard the song before but not from Kris’ lips. Did he write it for someone else?

- What good is life if I, - now that he hears it coming from his lips, it acquired a new meaning – can’t have you by my side?

It felt personal.

“Kris, I can’t do this anymore”, he said on that day “I’m burned out. I’m tired of living under expectations. I’m tired of my life being a spectacle. I can’t even control who’s watching and what they want to do with me!”

- Hey, you can’t do this any longer. – Kris closed his eyes as he kept singing – I know...the flame no longer glows.

“Don’t leave us. Don’t leave me.” He begged.

“Please, Kris...I just want to have a normal life and be able to love you without being judged. I just want to settle down, have a family with you, and leave this all behind.”

- Living in the spotlight, where everyone can see – Bojan felt Kris’ hands shake – Just how much there is between you and me...

“You want me to quit what I love to settle for a family I don’t know if even I want?”, Kris was angry that day...

- You’re tired of all the expectations – and Bojan ponders how angry is he still – You’re dying to be free of judgments.

“Bojan, I would done anything for you. Every day I put myself out there, risking my life for just being who I am, it’s not a “you” thing. We were supposed to be on this together, but you just want to call it quits?”

- You’re tired of these damn frustrations – because Kris won’t even look at him in the eyes properly – You wanted a life voided of instruments...

“Then I can’t do this anymore! If you are leaving the band for us, then you don’t understand our connection: Music!”

- If I could, then I would, giving the life you so deserve – and it took years for Bojan to understand that connection – If I could, then I would... keeping writing songs about you...”

“If you can’t because you are too scared while not even considering the fact that I also put myself out there every day, then it’s not even worth it! Go! Live your normal life. But without me”.

- But I guess we know we must go... – suddenly he realized Kris was singing the song differently from what he remembered – ‘Cuz you called it quits...

Bojan definitely remembers hearing this song played on the radio by some random pop star who was famous at the time, but he doesn’t remember this part. Nothing rhymed here.

- I don’t do music if you are gone...

- The song feels incomplete.

Kris sighed.

- I don’t like writing in English much... I sold it to someone else before I even completed it. They altered it quite a lot though. – Kris started fidgeting with his fingers, letting go of Bojan – I wrote it for you actually. It was my last song. I haven’t written or played since.

They heard the sound of Damon coming back, and in sync, they turned their heads to the source of the noise.

- I hope you guys had some time to talk. – he entered.

- We did.

- I have a proposal... Kris, I told you this story has 5 chapters. Last time 3 and 4 were linked, interconnected if you will... – the boys both pieced together what Damon was about to propose – Will you guys let me have chapters 1 and 2 together now?

- I’m up for it. – Bojan immediately agreed – If you take me on a date after. Coffee?

Kris pondered.

- I’m sorry, I can’t do this. It’s ridiculous. – but he started leaving.

- Krisko, wait! – Bojan grabbed his arm – Damon, can we have another moment?

- Bojan, we can’t just keep telling Damon to go off, he’s doing his job!

- Kris, I’m sorry for all the pressure I made you go back then. I really tried to let you know sooner I was sorry, but you’d already left Slovenia! All those songs I wrote were for you!

- I already know how stupidly sorry you are! Do you really think Maks doesn’t send me your music? Or Jan?? Songs in Serbian!?

- I...Kris-

- Bojan! – he called for his name in a repressive tone, but then he abruptly hugged Bojan, and both felt tears running down their cheeks – I just missed you so fucking much.

- I know... me too.

- I never wanted you to leave... you said you wouldn’t if I asked you.

- I’m so sorry. – he talked between sobs and the few pieces of clothes that separated them - I loved you so fucking much, more than anyone could.

And he does...Even after years apart.

- Welcome back home. - Kris smiled at him.

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Afternote: I kid you not, I started this fic two weeks ago and I kept not being happy with it. I'm still skeptical about it. I even had to write a "song" (it's not a song lmao) to be able to find the path I wanted to take. The original story was so much different haha

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#joker out #joker out bojan #joker out kris #bojan cvjetićanin #kris gustin #kris guštin #bokris #not me writting this on the train lmao #shame zero (0) #joker out fanfic #fanfic #writing

[punchlove-blog]

So I've had this wee lil ficlet running around in my head for ages. The Kings Tree has long stood as my first love of the fanfic of the KP world and I couldn't shake it. So today, I decided to actually make it happen. This one's for you @luckydragon10. ♥️

......

'En garde!' Kinn yelled, swishing the tree branch back and forth. He'd managed to escape his lesson on strategy and snuck out to his favorite spot behind the house. He knew he'd be found shortly but even the temporary time was enjoyable.

In fact as he looked over he could see the black shoes of Basil sticking out from behind the largest tree. He would always let Kinn know he was close but not interfere, which is why he was the favorite of the brothers.

'Kinn you brat!' came Khuns voice into the garden.

Kinn smiled, he knew Khun wasn't upset, just jealous Kinn was free of the rules. Khun came into the main garden with his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

'Listen, just because you're the spare doesn't mean you can get away with everything!'

Kinn turned and threw his brother a long stick and raised his with a challenge. Khun easily caught his and with a flourish shifted his feet and answered the question.

The brothers began dancing around the shaded garden. Their mock sabers clashing as they cheered each other on in their duel.

'Boys' came their mothers voice. Immediately they dropped their sham foils and spun around, 'Mae!'

'You know better than this, head back into your lessons.'

'Yes Mae!'

Each brother stopped to hug her and pat Kim on the head as they ran back to the house.

She paused for a moment before heading back, watching Kim toddle over to the branches on the ground, determined to imitate his big brothers.

'See Kim', she said squatting down, 'these are the branches of the ratchaphruek tree, it's always been my favorite. When the hot season gets here these trees will be full of the yellow flowers that bloom.'

Kim wandered around the garden, grabbing a handful of the jasmine flower and carrying it with him.

She smiled watching her youngest. He rubbed his eyes as he meandered over to the fort Kinn had tried to build last summer. The long and thin branches didn't work well for stability, but he and Khun hadn't cared when they ran around having mock battles to defend it.

She scooped Kim up and headed to her favorite bench. He curled into her shoulder and fell asleep sucking his thumb as she relaxed in the shade of the giant tree.

...

So that's it. Just a quick lil prequel that I hope Nemi won't mind my sticking out there. I couldn't shake the vision of a little Kinn playing with the branches of the tree.

If you want to read the REAL fic go here. And tell our favorite dragon why her writing is so wonderful please!

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #the kings tree #wee lil ficlet #luckydragon #i just had to finally write this down #also little baby kim wandering around jasmine blossoms is delicious

[ofstoriesandstardust]

when i get where i’m going (jake “hangman” seresin)

a/n: i’ve enjoyed writing this mini-series. make sure to read the original and the follow-up prequel before reading this.

inspired by “when i get where i’m going” by brad paisley and dolly parton 

summary: a career change and unexpected life event brings you and your brother Tyler to San Diego. and unfortunately, back into the orbit of Jake Seresin. a devastating loss could change the tide of your life and your relationship with him.

memory i don’t mess with | break up in a small town

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: minor character death, brief reference to death from a terminal illness, yes two people die what else do you expect from me, swearing, i still don’t know how the military works sue me, Iceman is in fact actually alive and healthy because I said so, i’m terrible at writing grief so i just Don’t, Hangman is very much “I hate everyone but you and your little brother” in this fic and i’m not changing it, medical inaccuracies 

word count: 5,881

You sighed as you sat down next to your brother Tyler on the couch. The house felt quiet, but the two of you knew why. It’d only been a week since your Mom passed, but the two of you have been dealing with your grief better than expected. You’ve long prepared yourself for what was going to happen, ever since she got sick when you were 16, not long after your Dad died. It’d been a miracle she’d held on as long as she had and even more so of a miracle was that the periods where she’d been good had been as great and long-lasting as they were. You were blessed to have had the time you did with her and you were glad she was no longer in pain. You reached out for your brother’s hand, squeezing it. “There’s some place better.” You whispered. He squeezed your hand back, sighing. 

“I know.” He whispered and you pulled him into a hug. “By the way, I got my basic orders today.” Tyler mumbled. He had decided to enlist in the Navy not long before your Mom had passed. “Guess where?” He said, a small smirk forming on his face. You raised your eyebrow. 

“Don’t tell me...”

“Miramar baby!” He exclaimed and you groaned. “I’ve already called Jake to tell him. He’s taking me out for a beer when I land.” 

“I fucking hate you.” You said, shaking your head with laughter as you took a sip of your beer. Your brother liked Jake too much, probably always would. The two had been as close as brothers when you’d dated him and the break-up had ripped Jake out of his life so quickly. You couldn’t hate your little brother for wanting at least some semblance of that back. Tyler laughed openly. “But on that note, I heard back from the people at the USS Midway today.” As things had turned dire with your Mom not long after your run-in with Jake at the farmers’ market, you and your brother had prepared yourselves for life after Mom. Part of that included looking for new jobs. You’d only been able to go to college within the last 5 years or so, with Tyler finally being older and you’d finished your grad program the same time Tyler did his undergrad. A new job and a fresh start only made sense, which is how you found yourself applying for a job in San Diego on a whim. It definitely had nothing to do with the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking of Jake after seeing him at the farmers market that day. Your brother nudged you. 

“Hey that’s great, did they offer you the job?” 

“That and then some. They offered me double the pay of what I originally applied for and a higher position. Apparently my application stood out because of my experience.” 

“So...” Tyler prompted, waving his hand. Of course he knew there was more, there always was. 

“So I have a proposition for you.” He nodded, urging you to continue. “I take the job. You have basic there. We sell the house, Uncle is already taking over the business. After basic...” You said, sighing. That’s where your plan always stopped. 

“I ask to be stationed at the base in San Diego. I intend to make my way to TOPGUN eventually anyways so.” Your brother stated with such confidence you felt like it was actually Jake you were having this conversation with. 

“We moving to San Diego together?”

“Sounds like it.” The two of you clinked beers and settled in, ready to discuss and dissect the next phase of your lives. 

-

Jake watched the young boy saunter into the Hard Deck. He still had a hard time believing that this kid was still the same that he had babysit all those years ago. Played football with, hiked with, and even taught how to swim in the lake during summers. Tyler spotted Jake’s tall frame where he was playing pool with his team and Jake waved, a bright smile on his face. Tyler made his way over, going straight for the hug. Jake adored this kid, hugs included. “Tyler man, it’s great to see you!” He said, chuckling. 

“Likewise, Seresin.” Tyler said, smile just as bright. Jake introduced him to the crew and then offered to get him a beer. Tyler nodded and Jake offered to buy the next round for the whole crew. 

“What’s your story kid, if Hangman here’s being so nice to us?” Fanboy asked, leaning on his pool cue. Tyler laughed. 

“My sister was his high school sweetheart.” Hangman did not miss the way Phoenix choked slightly on her beer. 

“You, keep a girlfriend?” Rooster chuckled. 

“I invited her by the way. My sister.” Tyler said, turning slightly. “She’s wonderful, you’ll all love her.” He said, turning back to the group. “She’s running late, they don’t close until 5 and I know her boss wanted to go over how her first day went. She might ghost me though, she’s being weird about being around you.” Tyler said, this time in direction to Jake. The irony of the situation, of Tyler being here, was not lost on Jake, but he intended to make the most of it. Ever since he saw you that day at the farmers market, he couldn’t get you out of his head. He was still as in love with you as he was the day the two of you broke up. Jake collected the beers from Penny, the bar being fairly quiet. He wished it had been noisy so he could’ve avoided Tyler’s next question. “Why’d the two of you break up anyways?” Jake sighed, passing the beers out to the group. 

“Tyler, man. You gotta hit me with the hard questions so soon?” Tyler shrugged, taking the pool cue from Payback. 

“My goal for basic is to get the two of you back together. I need to know what I’m working with.” Jake exhaled, trying to not let this kid down. For being an adult, he’s not sure he’d ever stop seeing him as a kid the same way you’d never not see Tyler as your baby brother. 

“Tyler, your sister moved on pretty quickly after we broke up. I doubt that after all this time she’s even thinking about the possibility of us getting back together.” Tyler raised an eyebrow. 

“That kid? Nah, they didn’t date. He certainly wanted to, and told everyone they were, but they didn’t. She flipped her shit when she found out what he’d been telling everyone, poured a beer on his head in front of all their friends apparently.” Jake was taken aback. He didn’t know that. He’d assumed- “The two of you are meant for each other and we all know it.” Jake gaped at the boy as he made a shot that effectively shut Rooster out from the rest of the game, unphased. Phoenix raised her eyebrows as the boys began to cheer, or groan, depending on who they were rooting for. Jake sighed. 

“Tyler, I love and care about your sister. Always will. I love you kid, you’re like my brother and you can call me for whatever you need, whenever you need it, no matter what. But some people just aren’t meant to be together. Your sister and I are some of those people.” Tyler raised an eyebrow, clearly taking that as a challenge. 

“We’ll see.” 

-

You had, in fact, decided to join the crew for a drink, Jake noted as he emerged from the bathroom. The business in the bar had picked up a bit as he made his way back to the pool table. You were sandwiched in between Phoenix and Bob, Rooster leaning against his pool cue (much to the obvious annoyance of Coyote, who was trying to play against Rooster) as the four of you had an active conversation. You looked happy and that was all Jake could hope for. Tyler had filled him in and he couldn’t image the kind of stress you were under, trying to sell your house back home, your brother starting basic the next day, a new job, a move across the country, all on top of the fact that you were dealing with the loss of your Mom. Jake hadn’t been able to go to the funeral, on a mission that week, and he regretted flying it as soon as he landed. He should’ve been there for you. Of course, that wasn’t really his place anymore, was it? He appeared next to Fanboy, who was listening to Tyler tell a story about the time Jake had gone swimming and came out of the water only to discover leeches on him. He cringed. It hadn’t been fun at the time and while everyone else had come to laugh about it, Jake still hated the idea of being anywhere near that specific lake again. “Surprised you remember that, kid. You were like... six.” Hangman laughed, raising his beer to his lips. 

“How long did the two of you date?” Bob asked, heading swinging between him and you. 

“Mmm,” you said, lips pursed in thought. “Four years? Yeah, just about ‘cause Jake asked me to homecoming freshman year and we started dating homecoming night.” 

“So I want to go back to the question Tyler asked earlier about why the two of you broke up.” Rooster asked, leaning on the pool table. You visibly hesitated and Jake took another swig of beer. He decided in that moment that he was not about to out you to his friends, or your brother for that matter, about the decision you had made. 

“Mutual decision.” Lie. “Our lives were going in separate directions.” Less of a lie. “Only love though, baby.” Truth. 

-

Tyler quickly became part of the crew as he tagged along to nights out when he could, you in tow because Jake knew you and he knew you weren't going to pass up any minute you could spend with your brother while he was still around. You seemed to be handling the Navy thing surprisingly well, right up until Tyler had gotten his advanced training orders. He would be at the base in San Diego, still uncertain for how long, but Jake suspected this made it more real as to what was happening. It wasn’t until a night when Maverick had dragged Admiral Kazansky out to the Hard Deck with him that you’d changed your tune. Hangman doubted you’d ever be fully pro-your brother being in the Navy and at risk of dying but whatever Kazansky had said had calmed you down. You were forming a closer friendship his crew, especially Rooster and Phoenix, and Jake knew that had to be helping. And while you were certainly aware of Tyler’s blatant attempts at getting the two of you back together, you were warming up to Jake, letting him back into your life piece by piece. Jake wasn’t sure when his end goal became getting back together with you but Jake could work with slowly. It was a start. 

-

Another six months later, and it was Tyler’s last night in town. He was leaving for deployment early in the morning and you seemed ready to jump out of your skin. When Tyler had joked that the next time he’d be back in San Diego, it would be to be part of the TOPGUN program (even though the timeline was almost impossible, although not improbable), you’d nearly wrung his neck right then and there, in front of Maverick and Admiral Kazansky and God and everyone. Jake had made the executive decision to send everyone home, particularly to get you away from your brother before you popped a vein from stress. The group quickly parted ways after that but Jake hung back as you said goodbye to your brother. He felt like an an intruder but he also felt like he should say goodbye to the kid who was family to him too. Jake watched the way you clung tightly to him as he said goodbye and tried not to make it obvious he was watching. The two of you eventually parted and Tyler made his way to Jake. Jake wrapped him in a hug before Tyler ever fully reached him. “If I don’t come back-” Tyler whispered. 

“Don’t say that.” Jake whispered sharply, grip on the boy tightening. 

“If I don’t come back, take care of my sister please. She doesn’t have anyone else looking out for her.” Jake swallowed, eyes shutting briefly. 

“Don’t ask me to do that. You’re going to be fine.” 

“Please Jake. I need to know that if I go, she’s going to be okay. Please.” 

“It’ll be okay bud. I’ll take care of her, no matter what. You’re gonna come home, I know it. Don’t make your sister bury someone else.” 

“Same goes for you Seresin.”

“Love you kid.” Tyler squeezed Jake. 

“Love you. Thanks for looking out for me all these years.” Jake nodded. 

“See you in six and a half months.” Jake said as he tipped an imaginary cowboy hat, the Southern drawl making an appearance. Tyler laughed, turning towards his car. 

“I love you Ty!” You shouted across the parking lot as you and Jake made the walk to your respective cars in the opposite direction. 

“Love you too!” The boy had shouted and the two of you waved as he drove away. You sighed, kicking a rock on the ground as you came to a halt outside your car. 

“I’m so worried about him Jake.” You muttered, rubbing your temple. 

“He’s gonna be okay.” Jake offered, knowing there wasn’t much he could say to alleviate what you were going through. Suddenly, he was thankful (for the first time in his life) you’d made that decision all those years ago, unsure if he could’ve handled doing this every time he had left. It was a lot to watch the girl he loved go through this and the guilt he would’ve felt being the one to put you through it? Maybe it had been for the best. 

“I wish you were going with him. I’d feel so much better if you were going with him, because at least then I know he’s got somebody to look after him.”

“Yeah, but I’m here to look after you.” You shrugged.

“I moved out here for him, Jake. I only took the job at the Midway because he was gonna be here. And I obviously knew it wasn’t gonna last forever but this feels different. This feels final and I can’t help but wonder what I’m doing out here if there’s no Tyler. I’m scared and confused and I just-” Jake pulled you into a hug, effectively cutting you off. 

“You got me. You always got me. Phoenix adores you as does Bob. Rooster’s taken a liking to you and if you disappear don’t think Coyote won’t hunt you down at your place of work and drag you to Penny’s for a beer. Payback and Fanboy have personally been taking bets as to which one of them can get you up in a plane first. Maverick likes having you around because you entertain Kazansky and honestly that man probably sees you as an extension of our crew at this point. You got friends out here. You got a family. Tyler’s gonna be okay, but even if he isn’t, you’re gonna be okay too.” Jake said honestly. His friends adored you and Tyler hasn’t been the only one pushing for the two of you to get back together. Jake held out hope but he wasn’t pushing anything. The last year had been a lot for you and right now he was just grateful to have you in his life at all. You sighed against his chest. “Tell you what. You get news about Tyler, good or bad, you call me. Day or night, I want to know. I’ll be the first to know and I’ll be there no matter what, you understand?” You nodded. “Alright, go home, get some sleep. We can get breakfast in the morning if you want, I know you don’t go in until 1 tomorrow.” You nodded again, pulling away from Jake. He turned to walk back towards his car but you called out his name. He turned to face you, hands in his pocket. 

“Thank you. For everything.”

- 

Jake immediately knew something was wrong the minute he entered the Hard Deck. You were standing next to Rooster and Maverick, your eyes wild, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. You looked ready to bolt the minute someone said something to you and Jake knew. He just knew. He called out for you and you turned, eyes widening as you saw him. He felt Phoenix’s presence behind him as he made his way towards you, and as he saw Rooster’s panicked face, Jake’s heart sunk. Any doubts he had about what was happening were gone. It hadn’t even been two weeks since Tyler had left for deployment...

He paused in front of you, concern evident. He reached out to touch you but in your panicked state he wasn’t sure that was the smartest idea. You gripped the counter of the bar tightly as you looked up into his eyes. “The Navy called.” You whispered. “He’s- Jake- Tyler’s dead.” Jake felt his world spinning as you said it, finding his balance on the bar. The kid who thought he was invincible, gone, just like that? “My baby brother’s dead.” You said, dam breaking and Jake’s arms shot out for you as your body crumpled. You clutched at his shirt, still slightly damp from his shower after training today. He pulled you close, unable to bring himself to offer any sort of comfort. What could he say? 

What happened next was a blur and honestly, he’s not entirely sure how you wound up in Phoenix’s apartment but he was grateful nonetheless. You were sitting on the couch with your head in your hands and Coyote was crouched in front of you, talking to you softly. He got up, knowing you were in good hands. He needs to call his sister, he thought. They need to know what’s happening. His family had looked out for you and Tyler long after your relationship ended, even if they didn’t know he knew that. He wandered into the kitchen, already hearing the dial tone before he noticed Phoenix and Bob. Their conversation paused and he leaned up against the counter. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Hello?” Came the voice of his sister Sascha. 

“Sasch, I need you to do me a favor.” 

“K, what’s up?”

“Call Mom. Tell her (Y/N) is gonna be coming out there, probably no later than tomorrow night. Depends on when we can get her a flight. I might be coming too but she needs somewhere to stay and I’d prefer to not put her in a hotel by herself right now.” 

“Jake, what’s happening?” 

“I’ll explain later.”

“Well, quite frankly, I don’t want to do anything for either of you unless you’re telling me you’re getting back together.” Jake sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Sasch-” He noted Rooster’s presence in the kitchen, gesturing for him to come out to the living room. He could hear Maverick’s voice, talking to you. He held up a finger, needing to get his sister on board. 

“You are soulmates and you know it.”

“Sasch, this really isn’t the time to be-”

“You know Jake, there really isn’t a good time to get back together with your ex-girlfriend but really, the two of you breaking up was a mistake and you know that.”

“Sascha.” He said firmly, losing his patience. 

“Listen Jake, I love you but-”

“Sascha, Tyler’s dead.” He winced at the bluntness but she would’ve kept going and that was not the point of the conversation. There was dead silence for a few minutes and Jake got worried. “Sasch?”

“Yeah, I’m here Jake. I’ll- I’ll call Mom, see what we can do. Should I reach out to (Y/N)?” 

“No, no don’t let her know you know just yet. I’ll text you and let you know when I have more details. I gotta go make sure she’s okay.” 

“Okay. Go take care of your girl Jake.” 

“Love you Sasch.”

“Love you too Jake.” He sighed, ending the call and pulling the phone away from his ear. He made his way back to the living room, where Phoenix and Bob had joined. Maverick was here apparently too. He leaned up against the wall as Maverick asked if you wanted him to call anyone for you. You shook your head. 

“Don’t have any family left. He was it.” You muttered and then looked up to him. “Where’d you go?”

“Called my sister.”

“Why?” You asked incredulously.

“Because you’re going back home and you’re staying with them. Don’t think I don’t know how much of a family they still are to you. You need to be with them right now.”

“You’re going with her.” Maverick spoke, self-assured as if the matter had been already settled. Jake startled from his position off the wall. 

“Maverick-” He started but the man cut him off with the wave of his hand. 

“It’s already been arranged. You need to be with her right now. The team will be here when you get back.” He gaped, unsure if he should thank Maverick or give him a hug. “The two of you leave tonight.” Maverick turned to Jake. “And no, you don’t get a say.” Maverick said, shoving the boarding passes into his chest. Jake clutched at the paper, mouth still wide open. The moment was ruined however, by Rooster. 

“Close that mouth Bagman, you’ll catch flies.” 

-

Hangman spotted his crew before you did. Bob had called him late the night before, stating that they had been able to make something work and that they were all going to be joining the two of you for the funeral. You’d pitched an absolute fit at the idea of having Tyler buried in a military cemetery in California and the Navy had lost that battle before it ever even started. So, the two of you were in your hometown for the funeral, and yes, even Maverick was coming. You didn’t know that yet though. He winked as he saw them come through the door, your attention still focused on his sister. His team was in their military uniforms, including him, and their team had rarely felt this cohesive. Phoenix wrapped you in a hug as everyone else crowded around and you looked over at her in surprise and shock. “What’re you doing here?” You asked, eyes flitting over the rest of the team. 

“C’mon, you think we were gonna let you do this alone?” Coyote asked, opening his arms for a hug. You smiled and gave it to him. 

“Never.” Rooster confirmed, pulling you from Coyote for his own equally tight hug. Jake’s mom wandered out from the hall. 

“C’mon, it’s starting soon. Let’s go sit.” She said, ushering the group in. Jake watched you cautiously out of the corner of his eye as you pulled Phoenix down to sit next to you through the ceremony but honestly, for what the day was, you seemed to be... okay. His parents had taken over all of the planning, leaving you and Jake to your own devices for the last week. The two of you had gone riding on his ranch and out to the lake and to the bookstore and to the diner and all the places you used to. It felt normal and right, despite the reason you were both there. You were healing on your own time and while you’d grow around the grief, and it was hard right now, he knew bringing you home had been the best decision he could’ve made. He felt someone slip their hand into his and he looked down at your hands clasped together. He wasn’t sure you even realized you did it as his sister gave a speech. He squeezed it, pulling you closer as you started to cry. As the ceremony finished up and people began to file out for the celebration of life that was happening afterwards, you stayed to talk to his sister and team. Two of the pilots who’d served with your brother, Golden and Petals, had come out for the funeral, and you chatted with them as well. Maverick wandered over from his place in the back of the room, a quiet observer as he seemed to be in most things. He clasped your shoulder and you looked up at him, quickly standing. 

“Captain.” You said, nodding your head and Jake didn’t miss the way Rooster nodded his head to everyone else, gesturing to give the two some space. Jake opted to hang back because he’d be damned if he left you right now. The two of you made small talk as the team filtered out but Jake remained planted. When Maverick noted everyone else was gone, he awkwardly cleared his throat. 

“I know... I know you didn’t want any part of the military proceedings for the funeral, but I uh, I thought you should have this.” Maverick revealed a folded up flag and Jake’s breath caught in his throat. He knew what that flag symbolized and represented, what the honor meant for Tyler. He knew you knew it too from the way you stared at Maverick. Maverick held out the flag nervously, unsure if you would take it. You instead attacked Maverick in a tight hug. Maverick had taken Tyler on a few flights, given him a bit of an education and Maverick wouldn’t admit it, but you and your brother had become an extension of his team, integral parts. Maverick returned the hug, still clutching on to the flag. Jake quickly took it from him, so that Maverick could properly hug you. You finally pulled away from the older man, tears pricking at your eyes. You laughed lightly, wiping them away. Maverick excused himself quietly, leaving you and Jake alone in the funeral hall. You took his hand and rested your chin on his chest. Jake brought your intertwined hands to his mouth and gently kissed your knuckles. 

“I don’t want to ruin the moment or the day,” He muttered, after a few moments of comfortable silence. “But we do need to talk at some point. About this, about us.” You nodded against his chest. 

“I know.” There was another brief pause as you came up to clutch Jake’s uniform. “Jake, please don’t leave me. I can’t do this without you.” He kissed the top of your head, arm now moving down to your waist to bring you close. 

“Never baby.”

-

The rest of the afternoon passed by in a blur, with Jake never once leaving your side. He refused to leave you alone, and his team stayed close as well. While Jake had another week of leave to be with you, his team had to leave early tomorrow morning. They’d wound up back at his house after the celebration of life, Maverick in the kitchen talking to his parents as the team sat in the living room with him and his sister. You were sat on the floor going through old photos with his sister, Phoenix, Rooster and Bob, as he chatted to Fanboy Coyote, and Payback. Phoenix was giggling at a photo from freshman year homecoming while Bob and Rooster had some from Halloween of your junior year. Sascha was flipping through the baby photos, trying to find the infamous one of him when you breathed sharply and stood up, sitting next to him on the couch. Coyote paused as Jake’s attention shifted to you and the photo you were holding. He took it from you, a mix of emotions settling in his chest as he registered what it was. 

There he was, tall as ever, with Tyler on his shoulders. Maybe a year or so before you’d broken up, at your Dad’s funeral. Despite Tyler being only 8 or 9 at the time, just having to bury his father, he was smiling as Jake looked up at him. 

He felt his throat close with emotion as he recalled that day, that exact moment. 

He’d held Tyler in his arms through the funeral, the boy getting to be just a little too lanky to be easy to hold but he’d wanted to be close to Jake and he was in no position to be denying what was practically his brother that. It was a bright and sunny day in their hometown, despite the fact that you’d just had to bury your father and as you stood talking to some family friends, he’d been talking to your Mom. Tyler, who’d been passed over to your Uncle after the ceremony, broke free, and raced over to him. He let out a small oof as the child collided with his legs and he looked down. He was crying and without hesitation, picked him up, and whispered “I know what will make you feel better bud.” He lifted him to his shoulders, holding him in place. He was suddenly thankful for all the conditioning Coach put them through as he bounced the kid around, still talking to your Mom as Tyler had laughed. You had smiled softly at them as you made your way over to them with his family. He had just barely heard Sascha’s words, ones he probably wasn’t meant to hear, before they decided to go back to his family’s ranch for the rest of the afternoon. 

“I hope you marry him (Y/N), I really do.” 

“What is it?” His Mom called from the doorway. He cleared his throat, trying to blink back the tears. 

“It’s Ty and I, from the funeral.” He called, still looking at the picture. 

“He loved you Jake, he really did. You were his brother and I’m sorry I ripped him out of your life.” You whispered and he shook his head, setting the picture down on the arm of the couch next to him. He grabbed your arm, pulling you into a hug as his Mom walked over to the couch to look at the photo herself. 

“None of that matters now.” He whispered into your hair as your arms wrapped around him. 

“I want you to have that photo. I mean, I guess, technically it’s already yours, but...” He chuckled, pulling away. 

“No, I- thank you.” 

-

It was the last night at home and the two of you were sat on his porch swing, sipping beers as you recounted what the two of you had been up to in the years since you’d been apart. He knew that the two of you needed to have a conversation about where things stood between the two of you but you were still grieving so he didn’t bring it up. You’d come to him when you were ready, he trusted you to do that. As the two of you looked out onto the night, the conversation lulled, a comfortable silence settling between the two of you. You were settled into his side and his arm was wrapped around you. You shifted and he looked down at you. You were looking at him with such sincere honesty he felt his mouth go dry. “Jake, I’m-” He shook his head but you kept going. “I’m sorry for making that decision so many years ago and I- I still love you. I’ve never stopped. You were the best part of me and letting you go- I was a fool. And I’ve- I’ve regretted it everyday. And-” As you asked, you had slowly shifted upwards, and he realized you were going to try to kiss him. He grabbed up my your arms, setting you back down on the swing gently. 

“(Y/N), no.” A flash of hurt crossed your face and he willed himself to keep going. “(Y/N), you’re hurting right now. Your brother just died. And I’m not going to take advantage of you like this.”

“Jake, I don’t-” 

“It wouldn’t be fair to you or me. Because the truth is, I never stopped loving you either, but emotions are running high right now, for the both of us, and it just- it isn’t a good idea.” He sighs, letting go of you. Jake loved you, but you were hurting right now and he didn’t want to get hurt because you’d only wanted him as you grieved or hurt you because he took advantage of your grief to get the girl back. He wouldn’t do that. The two of you were going to do this right. 

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.” You whispered, pointedly not meeting his eye. 

“(Y/N), trust me. I want to, but you need time. We can talk about this in a few months when things have settled. I’m not going to go anywhere, but now’s not the time.” If Rooster and Phoenix could see him now, they’d never believe the things he was saying but he didn’t want to mess this up. You were the only girl he wanted, the only girl he’d ever loved, and he wasn’t going to do anything that would cost him you ever again. 

-

It’d been 8 months since Tyler’s funeral and the two of you were sitting in the back of his truck, eating In’N’Out and looking out at the beach and the stars. You’d settled into California life nicely, making a group of friends of your own, and although you still made your way to the Hard Deck with him at least once a week, your life was busy. The first few months had been rough but you were resilient, and continued to grow around your grief. He knew you missed Tyler, but he knew Tyler wanted you to be happy, and you were doing your best to make him proud everyday. He watched as you laughed, so carefree, and he smiled fondly, glad you were so happy. Your laughter faded as you eyed him. “What’s on your mind Seresin?” You asked, scooting closer to him. His hand, came up to push a stray piece of hair behind your ear. 

“I love you.” He whispered and your breathing stuttered. “I- I want to try again, if you think you’re ready.” 

“Jake, I-” You whispered. 

“Only if you want to.” He whispered, one of his hands finding yours. “You’ll keep me either way, but I needed to be honest.” 

“Of course I want to try again Seresin, I told you when Ty died that I never stopped loving you.” He smiled softly.

“Great, then now I can do this again without feeling guilty.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It was short, just to test the waters, but you brought a hand up to rest at the nape of his neck, not letting him go far. “I’ve missed doing that.” He whispered and you smiled against his cheek. 

“Yeah, me too.” 

“You know, your brother is definitely screaming that it took us long enough.” He whispers, chuckling. You snort. 

“Way to ruin the moment.” He scoffed in protest.

“What, like I’m wrong?” 

#jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin fic #jake hangman seresin fics #jake hangman seresin imagines #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin imagines #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin fics #jake seresin fic #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fics

[greatunironic]

20 questions for fic writers

approximately twenty years late for these twenty questions, but i'm here now so that counts rights? thank you to @aidaronan for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 40

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 711,322

3. What fandoms do you write for? currently stranger things, but i've got star wars (prequels + rebels) w.i.p.s in the google docs that i'd still love to see the light of day

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? steddie overtook my oldest fics, so most remarkable thing is my number one, with two other fics in the same universe behind it (frozen with joy and the world throws its light), followed by all the missing girls and brutalist masterpieces

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? i try to respond to all of them because i'm trying to be more outgoing in fandom spaces; i also feel very humbled + touched by the response to my steddie stories so i try to stay engaged there when i can

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i don't think anything is particularly angsty from stranger things -- i try to lean into optimism and hopeful endings when i can, even if something tragic happens with the story; so i would have to say the untitled companion kallus au out of rebels fandom, since part two ends on a bit of a downer.

(though various stories out of the eating in the underworld series probably qualify, especially when you're reading them chronologically...)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i like to think the whole of most remarkable thing, and other b-sides and rarities as the happiest, i would say? mainly because the idea of steve + eddie, alive in 2023 and thriving with their family, careers, and marriage is very dear to me.

8. Do you get hate on fics? not really

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yes; allow me to be pretentious and say that it's typically serving a plot purpose, and often tender, sometimes silly, sometimes spicy

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? i like a good fusion, mainly; i think the only crossover i've written + published is an ancient avengers and battlestar galactica fic

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes! remarkable has french + spanish translations, and crozen with joy also has a french translation

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? no; i'm a solitary creature by nature, and also anxious to a fault so i've never felt it was something i'd be able to do + do right by my co-author.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? i love steddie but i gotta be honest here on tumblr dot com: kalluzeb

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i pray every day that i'll finish all my wips; but my greatest fear is that i'll never conclude the star wars f+f au, even though the google doc is halfway written

16. What are your writing strengths? once again imma be a little pretentious and say crafting the story itself; i think i'm a really solid plotter + have good outlines that allow me to tell the story i want to tell

17. What are your writing weaknesses? probably being too wordy, and having a hard time trimming + cutting things; i have a whole google doc devoted to passages i've loved that i've excised from stories but just couldn't get rid of entirely -- i'm definitely a director's cut bitch

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i've encorporated mando'a into a handful of star wars stories, and used a few russian terms of endearment for at me too someone is looking (rebels) -- so i think if it serves a purpose to the story, you gotta do it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? star trek, i think?? maybe stargate: sg1??

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? i love all of my children equally but differently, but gun to my head? dogfish or the other hand knocking, because both were so interesting + challenging to write in very different ways

not tagging anyone because i'm so late to the game, but if you wanna play just say i called your name!!

#writing #writing game

[mareenavee]

If Anyone Can Do This, It’s You

For the prompt: Riverwood Thank you to @kookaburra1701 for your amazing Calder in your fic universe!!! I NEEDED to write a pining Good Bean Nord after all you've shared! Hadvar was the perfect candidate. Thank you to @changelingsandothernonsense also for ALL the word sprints and for helping me keep my spirits up in the middle of a hurricane of chaos. This is for you guys <3

This is an AU where we answer the question: What if Nyenna and Hadvar traveled together to Whiterun, and then went on to Solitude to join the War effort?

Main Fic Universe is Dragonborn & Far-Star Marked and its prequel series is The Heart of the World. Caught up on The World on Our Shoulders and want to read more AU situations? Check out the series If Only Time Changed Its Mind or Take My Hand, Erase the Past Forever.

Without further ado:

If Anyone Can Do This, It’s You

Riverwood was peaceful, despite the raging chaos of Helgen burning in the distance, and the giant black dragon that had flown off over the mountains only hours ago. It was ridiculous, come to think of it, that things could still be so idyllic. That the river still flowed with water and not blood and fire seemed like some kind of illusion. Or miracle.

Hadvar held Nyenna’s hands in his own. He’d closed her fingers around a pouch of gold that his aunt and uncle had given him for her. She was meant to go to Whiterun, to tell the Jarl about the dragon—but he was having misgivings about sending her off alone. There was something different about her that he couldn’t quite place. The way she’d fought that bear in the cave, it was as if she’d become someone else entirely. It was like all fear melted from her as she aimed that borrowed bow. He knew Bosmeri folk were generally trained to be archers, but she’d said otherwise. That she’d been sheltered and could still do that was incredible.

“Nyenna,” Hadvar started, unsure exactly what he wanted to say. What would all this accomplish, asking her to stay with him? Would she take it the wrong way? They’d just survived a brush with death, after all. But it wasn’t exactly like that…was it? He cleared his throat. “What if we go to Solitude instead?”

She looked up at him, orange eyes almost startled. “Didn’t you say I should go to Whiterun?”

“Ah yes, but…you could join the Legion. Maybe do some real good once you’ve gotten in some training, what with the War going on.” It wasn’t exactly what he meant to say. It was more that he didn’t want her to go. She had a strange pull to her. He hated reading, normally, but being around her reminded him of the kind of book that draws you right into the story so much so that you forget reality for a moment.

“I am no soldier,” she said, pushing a stray silver curl back behind her ear. “That, and who is going to get word to Jarl Balgruuf if not me?”

“We can go together, then take a carriage to Solitude. Hopefully General Tullius made it out of Helgen just fine. If not, there’s contingencies, and I’ll need to be debriefed before I get sent on my next mission. And you can enlist, then begin your training.” Hadvar let go of her hands and folded his arms over his chest. The coins in the pouch he’d given her clinked together, the only noise in the silence as she thought about her answer.

“Do you really think I can make a difference like that? That I am…good enough to be a soldier?” Nyenna asked. Her voice was so soft. She still looked baffled.

“Of course you are!” Hadvar said, perhaps too quickly. He felt his face flush and closed his eyes for the barest second. He heard Nyenna chuckle which only made him even more embarrassed. He let out a sigh. “I mean, yes. You’ve already got skill. All you need is training.”

Nyenna nodded and tucked the bag of coins in her bag. “Alright. The worst that can happen is they turn me away, right?”  -> Read the rest on AO3.

#MareenaWrites #a whole fucking ton #yes she does #AU Story #Alternative Universe #inspired by KB's Calder #Hadvar/Nyenna #Hadvar/LDB #LDB & Hadvar #The World on Our Shoulders #Nyenna #If Only Time Changed its Mind #The Heart of the World #Dragonborn and Far-Star Marked #tes #tes fic #skyrim #skyrim fic #skyrim civil war #elder scrolls #fanficblr #writblr #writeblr #prompt fill

[oathkeeperoxas]

AO3 wrapped!

Respond to this with what you would call the top 5 fanfics you’ve read in 2022. Any genre! Any ship! (Bonus points: if you’re a creator, make this a 5+1 and include your favorite fic you wrote in 2022!)

Then leave this in your friends’ asks too. Let’s give creators one more spotlight before the year ends, and share some of what we’ve enjoyed along the way!

You sending this: haha it'll be a fun way to wrap up the year!

Me for the past 2 weeks thinking about this nonstop every time I have a spare second: what WERE my top fics of 2022??

I've carefully picked out the below, but there are many, many, MANY fics that I enjoyed this year, so picking just 5 was so hard okay 😭 that being said, all of these are codywan recs except one (besides codywan and TOA fic I don't think I read anything else this year... Well, besides The Desert Storm which is an ongoing series, but which I recommend to every person, whether you like Star Wars and whether you like time travel or not). I've posted the below fics in the order I read them so no favouritism in the order they're listed!

this road is meant for two [10.2k] by @skatzaa

“Cody,” came a voice from behind him. The Jedi. The traitor. “Run. Use your jet pack.” “Shut up,” CC-2224 snarled. He could barely see through the pain, but he leveled his blaster rifle again. “I’m not leaving you behind again, General—”

This was my gift for FFFX and let me say I seriously won the jackpot with this one!! It really has so so much tailored for me, like time travel of codywan from tatooine into a clone wars fix it, the angst of purge trooper Cody and him struggling with what he did, trans Obi-Wan, hurt/comfort, established relationship, it was funny, and most importantly, Palps got killed 😊

Good Soldiers [7.2k] by @elwenyere

“Have I ever commended you on the vast array of sentiments you manage to convey with your ‘sirs’?” Obi-Wan asked wryly. “Someday I will persuade you to drop the appearance of formality - at least when you’re telling me I’m full of shit.” “You’re welcome to keep believing that, sir,” Cody allowed. “Everyone needs something to look forward to.” The rest of Obi-Wan’s smile faded, his expression growing thoughtful. “Yes,” he murmured, “I suppose they do.” ----- Or, 5 Times Cody and Obi-Wan Followed Orders + 1 Time They Followed Each Other

I just remember reading this summary, and even before I clicked it I was like YES!!!! This person understands the characters and their dynamic and the prose is excellent, this fic is going to be freaking awesome. And I was right! It balances character growth and plot brilliantly, and the construction of each section is so thoughtful and combines into an incredibly crunchy whole. I was so disappointed when I checked the author's profile to find that this was their only codywan fic, but elwen has since graced us with many excellent works, and I recommend anything that she has written!

Thirty-One Sons, Thirteen Moons [32.7k] by sual

“This can’t keep happening,” Jango says despairingly. He’s said this almost every year for the past twenty-five of them. “Well,” Cody slowly replies, looking down at the squalling baby the witch has left on their doorstep, “what’s one more mouth to feed when you’re already feeding thirty?" - In Cody's latest attempt to sacrifice himself for his family, he finally learns how to want something for himself. Modern AU with magic.

Urban fantasy is my favourite genre, and this fic captures everything I adore about it - the inclusion of magic into the setting is so natural and informs the plot deliciously. I usually am a very hard sell on modern AUs and on relationships of convenience, but the excellent writing and Obi-Wan's gender fuckery got me hooked, and I'm so very glad I gave this one a chance. It's such a great idea, executed super awesomely and the smut throughout is sooo hot augh

Meg & Apollo's Highly Limited Roadtrip Playlist [3.2k] by Curioser [and the prequel as a bonus!]

Fourteen hundred miles. Four radio stations. Two friends trying hard not to kill each other, or to acknowledge the fact that in less than a week, they may never see each other again. And Lizzo. So much Lizzo.

Reading this immediately after finishing the TOA books made me sooooooo emo like you have NO idea!!! Meg and Apollo's relationship was the core part of TOA that I enjoyed the most, and this fic made me see that relationship in a different light, gave me a different view as this is from Meg's POV instead of Apollo's like the books are, and introduced me to a whole bunch of new music too. It feels far too short for the amount of gutpunches contained within - the comparisons between their fathers, their situations and lives, and how they're coping with that, all made me sooo overwhelmed like aaaaaa *insert screaming cat meme* they're best friends. They're best friends!!!!

shelter from the storm [3.1k] by @inkformyblood

A sandstorm means that Cody and Obi-Wan have to spend days inside. They find ways to pass the time. - Obi-Wan’s voice is low and Cody can almost picture his expression despite not quite being able to pick out his features; the incline to his head is almost hungry, his eyes half-lidded and thoughtful. “I’m sure you have several suggestions already.” “Only several?” Cody punctuates the question with a kiss, drawing Obi-Wan’s hand to his mouth rather than chance finding his mouth in the semi-shadows. The split lip hadn’t been worth it with the benefit of hindsight, regardless of how attractive the gesture had seemed at the time. Cody’s lips brush against the rough edge of a bacta patch, an old one worn and reused until it is more placebo than curative, but Cody still skirts around the edge of it, kissing the seams of Obi-Wan’s fingers and tasting salt.

This was another gift for me and it is just so so so good 🥺 I love how magpie writes codywan as the flow between them, their characters, their banter and their relationship is so lovely and amazing! Codywan on tatooine are my favourite version of codywan, and it is nailed here - the yearning and the grief and the closeness that comes from being the only two people in the galaxy. Plus trans Obi-Wan has my whole heart, which was the cherry on top of the rest of this excellent fic

Plus 1 - the favourite fic you wrote in 2022

Whaaaat a question, oof. This was hard, but I've picked the one that I enjoyed writing the most, as well as one I've reread a dozen times or so this year since I think I did a good job in it!

Stand By Me [34.7k] by Serie11

Cody and Obi-Wan renovate a house together out in the Dune Sea. Along the way, they discover something else worth keeping.

I wrote this in like 4 weeks as a gift for Emi, and the process came together to really deliver what I wanted, and Emi really enjoyed it, so it was just a really enjoyable process the whole way through!

#codywan #fic recs #codywan fic recs #Greensleeves is probably also in my top 5 but since it's deleted it doesn't feel right to speak to it :( #anyway this year slapped there was so much good fic!!!

[harleybeaumont]

Maxwell's Jolly Holiday Pt. 2

Book - The Royal Romance AU

Pairings -Liam x Maxwell

Synopsis- This story gives a glimpse into Maxwell’s high school days at an all boys school where he joins the drama club and performs in his first play. This is set as a prequel to my fic, Unintentional, but can definitely be read as a standalone fic too! This ‘one shot’ has taken on a life of its own and will probably end up being 3 parts.

Warnings- swearing, some crude language, a few homophobic comments from bullies

Word count- 4,150

Catch up here.

Part 2 - Like Somethin’ is Brewin’, About to Begin

The following week was exhausting and exciting as Maxwell began rehearsal and studying his lines. He had made several new friends and actually had someone to sit with at lunch time. But all too soon it was time for his usual Sunday afternoon phone call/scolding from Bertrand. He had learned how to tune Bertrand out and just respond based on the tone of voice he was currently using. He lay on his bed, reading over his lines while Bertrand was using his ‘disappointed voice’. Max had completely checked out, robotically responding with “you’re right” and “I’ll try to work on that.”

After a while, Bertrand cleared his throat, “are you even listening to me?!”

“Hmm?” Max snapped back to attention, “I mean, yes, of course.”

“What was I saying?”

Max thought for a minute and stretched out on the bed, “you were talking about.. my grades?”

“Wrong.”

“Myyyyy stunning good looks?”

“No.”

“Um… wait I remember! You were saying that the Duke of Karlington used his dessert spoon instead of his soup spoon?”

Bertrand stammered, “W-what sort of oddly specific blather is that?! And there is no way that a Duke would confuse a soup spoon with a dessert spoon! They aren't even beside one another on the place setting for goodness sake!!”

Max couldn’t help but chuckle, “Sorry, it just seemed like something you’d say.”

“Get serious. I didn’t send you to the most elite finishing school in Europe so you could fool around. I sent you so that you could grow up and learn to make something of yourself.”

“Ya right..” Max said under his breath.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You sent me because you wanted to get rid of me.”

Bertrand heaved a long sigh, “not this again.”

“Everybody knows it! Why else would you send me to an all boys boarding school hours away from home? I was going to a perfectly good school in Ramsford and had decent grades and a ton of friends!”

Bertrand raised his voice, “To get you a proper education with no distractions!”

Maxwell sat up on the bed, gripping the phone tighter. “Distractions? What, like my friends?! You thought I’d fit in better with the snobs at this place?!”

Bertrand sighed again and Max could tell he was pinching the bridge of his nose the way their father always did when he was annoyed with him. “Maxwell, don't be ridiculous! I sent you to an all boys school because you are of a.. certain age, and being around females is distracting! Soon you’ll be driving and taking women out on dates.  I don’t want your budding hormones getting in the way of your education.”

Maxwell burst into laughter, “well you’re a few years too late on that one Bert.”

“What?! What do you mean?”

“Maybe you should've had this conversation with me when I was like.. twelve. I’m sixteen now, bro. The hormones have been running rampant for a while!” Max wiped a tear away as he continued to laugh, “And not to burst your bubble, but sending me to an all boys school was about the worst thing you could have done if you didn’t want me distracted!”

Bertrand was flabbergasted on the other line, “What are you saying? I don’t understand.”

“Are you really serious right now?”

“Maxwell, you know I hate when you do this. Just spit it out!”

Maxwell shook his head, “I’m gay, you idiot!”

Bertrand remained silent for a moment and scoffed, “Stop being foolish. This is not amusing.”

“Wow, thanks a lot for your support. I just came out to my brother and he calls me a fool. Good talk, Bertrand. Bye.”

“Wait! Wait!” Bertrand interrupted. “Why are you saying this? Are you trying to upset me?”

“I’m trying to point out what I thought had been painfully obvious for the past few years. I. Am. Gay.”

Bertrand once again went silent on the other line. So long so, that Maxwell thought he hung up. “Are you being serious, Maxwell? How can you be sure?”

Max ran a hand down his face and lay back on his pillows, “I don’t know how to tell you this any more clearly. I like boys. I am attracted to boys. I am not attracted to girls. Seriously, how did you not know this?”

“Well.. you’re still young. Maybe you just haven’t met the right girl yet. Maybe you’re just confused.”

“Don’t. Just.. no. Don’t do that.” The brothers remained silent for a long time until Max spoke up again. “I get it if you need some time to process or whatever, but I have to go.”

“Right. Uh, I’ll let you get back to studying,” Bertrand said quietly.

Feeling like he had nothing to lose at this point Max said, “Oh I’m not studying. I’m reading my lines. I auditioned for the school play, and I actually got one of the lead roles.”

“The school play? How will you have time to do your actual studies if you’re playing around on stage?!”

Max felt tears prick the corner of his eyes. He wasn’t sure why he assumed Bertrand would be proud of him. It’s not like Bertrand was ever proud of Max, but it still stung just the same. “Oh you didn’t know?! That’s just something that us gays do! Ya, once you come out, you have to audition for a school play. Bonus points if you get to kiss a guy on stage!”

“Maxwell..” Bertrand sighed.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, and even though he wanted to cry, he forced his words out. “No! I’m done talking to you! I don’t know why I ever assumed that you would approve of anything I do! Even when you’re not here to scold me on a daily basis, you still make me feel like shit!”

Maxwell hung up the phone and tossed it across the room. Putting his pillow over his face, he cried until he drifted into a dreamless sleep. 

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Over the next few weeks, Max ignored any and all phone calls and texts from Bertrand, instead focusing completely on the play. He was amazed at how naturally it all came to him. He always knew he was good at dancing, but acting was like a hidden gem deep inside of him that had been unearthed. He loved it.

While in the lunchroom one day, Max, Eddie, and the other theater kids were talking animatedly about the upcoming play.

“So a couple of the chicks from the girls' school are coming to the next rehearsal," Eddie said, smacking on a carrot stick. “It’ll be like the real deal having everyone together on stage.”

“Oh that's great!” Max smiled. “I hope they’re nice.”

Just then, his phone vibrated repeatedly. He snuck it out of the pocket of his uniform pants and checked it under the table. Liam. It wasn’t like him to call in the middle of a school day. Hopefully nothing was wrong. Max leaned forward to answer the call as discreetly as possible.

“Liam?”

“Hey Max!”

“What’s going on? Did something happen?!”

Liam chuckled, “Nothing’s wrong! Sorry if I worried you! I just wanted to tell you something.”

“Whew! Not gonna lie, I thought someone had died!!” Maxwell felt like he could finally breathe again. “So what’s up?” Maxwell felt a tap on his shoulder and when he spun around, his jaw dropped. “OMG! What are you doing here!?”

“Surprise!” Liam was standing before him with two palace guards on either side, scanning the room.

Maxwell jumped up and threw his arms around his best friend, holding him tightly. “It’s so good to see you!”

By that time, everyone in the cafeteria was turned to see Maxwell Beaumont hugging the Prince of their nation. Liam and Maxwell, however, only seemed to notice each other. Max grinned, looking him up and down. Liam seemed like he had gotten taller since the last time he saw him a few months ago, and his hair was longer and a little shaggier. He looked good. Really good. Max felt the butterflies return to his stomach in full force.

Liam grinned, “So I may have pulled some strings and gotten you relieved from your classes for the rest of the day.”

“Score!” Max beamed and pulled Liam down next to him at their table. He introduced Liam to his theater friends who were flabbergasted that the prince was actually talking to them. Eddie asked, “Why didn’t you tell us you’re friends with Prince Liam?”

Max shrugged, “It never came up!”

Eddie laughed, “Well damn.. I guess that’s true. You friends with any other nobles? The Queen of England perhaps?”

Max thought for a moment. “Well my brother is the Duke of Ramsford and I’m kind of acquainted with the Duchess of Lythikos, although she may or may not hate me-”

“Hold it, hold it..” Eddie froze. “Your brother is a Duke? So you’re noble too?!”

Max shrugged and the rest of the theater group gawked at him. Suddenly everyone around them was whispering and lobbing questions at the younger Beaumont. “Why didn’t you tell us? Are you rich? Are you gonna be a Duke one day? How big is your duchy? Do you have an arranged marriage?”

“Whoa guys, chill!” Max held up his hands attempting to calm everyone down. 

The next statement he heard made him sick to his stomach. “So that’s why he got the lead role.”

Maxwell turned around to see Jason, one of the boys who had teased him before his audition weeks ago. His mouth fell open, but he couldn’t make a sound. 

Eddie stood up and rolled his eyes. “Jason, fuck off.”

Jason got closer and stared down at Eddie who was about a foot shorter than him. “You wanna make me, nerd?”

Liam jumped up and held his hands in front of him, “Ok everyone, let's calm down.” His guards were mere inches away, ready to intervene if needed. “If there’s an issue here why don’t we try to solve it calmly?”

Jason scoffed, “Your Highness, I was simply pointing out that Beaumont clearly only got the lead role because he’s a Lord and best friends with you.” He rolled his eyes, “Do you know how many of us were there to audition? It’s not fair that we didn’t get an equal chance just because we're not noble.”

Eddie scowled at him, “You weren’t there to audition! You just wanted to hook up with the lead actress! And no one even knew Max was a noble then!”

“I'm sure the teachers did!” Jason said, “I think we should all get to audition again.”

“You don’t give a shit about this play!” Eddie raised his voice, “Stop being an asshole, just to be an asshole!”

“We’ll see what the parents think about this blatant favoritism the faculty is showing Beaumont. I know mine won’t be happy. They’ve donated lots of money to this school and how are they being repaid?”

Maxwell had reached his boiling point by then. He stood up and said, “Fine! If you want to audition, talk to Mr. Eldore, but there is no way you’ll get the part. You can't even remember to zip up your fly, much less memorize an entire script!”

Jason looked down at his open pants zipper and the theater group burst into laughter. He quickly zipped his pants and stormed away, still fuming. 

“That was fucking hilarious, man!” Eddie clapped Maxwell on the back. 

Maxwell felt a swell of pride. He wasn’t sure if that was the last he was going to hear about the whole Jason incident, but he shut him up and it felt great. 

“Now that that’s been taken care of..” Liam grinned ear to ear. “..I would love it if Max could show me around. I’ve never even been to school before. All I have are private tutors.” 

“Yes!” Maxwell took Liam’s hand and enthusiastically started leading him away. 

Liam chuckled and waved behind him to the theater group, “It was nice meeting all of you!”

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Maxwell led Liam through the halls of his school, trying to ignore the whispers and stares of the other students who gawked at the Prince. He showed him his fencing club practice area, the stables where his horse resided, and a few of his classrooms. But Maxwell was most excited about showing Liam the theater. He pushed open the double doors and led him inside with a grin. “This is where the play is gonna be. We practice here every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday.”

Liam looked around the grand auditorium in wonder. “Too bad you aren’t practicing today. I’d love to see you up on stage.”

Max chuckled and actually felt himself blushing. “Really?”

“Duh!” Liam laughed and sat down in a front row seat. “Hey, why don’t you give me a little preview?”

“Now?!” Maxwell stepped back. “But there’s no music or any other people on stage or anything!”

“I'll go up with you!” Liam raced up the stairs and onto the stage. “Wow, it’s so big up here.. And open! I’d be terrified to be up here reciting lines in front of all those people.”

Maxwell climbed the steps and stood beside him, looking out at the hundreds of empty seats. “Well thanks for putting a new fear in my head!”

Liam grimaced, “Sorry.”

Maxwell burst out laughing and nudged his friend. “I’m joking. I don’t know why, but I actually love it. Weird, huh?”

They stood beside each other, taking in the beauty of the theater and Liam smiled, looking out ahead. “No. It’s not weird. Not for someone like you.”

Max was taken aback. Someone like him? “What do you mean?”

“I mean.. You’re just this amazing, fearless person. You’re so optimistic and funny and.. I really admire you.” 

Max turned to Liam, who was still staring ahead. His cheeks held a faint blush that made Maxwell's stomach flutter. “Wow. That’s the nicest thing anyone has probably ever said to me.”

Liam looked at him with a tender expression he had never seen before. “Well I mean it. Every word.”

Maxwell stepped closer. It was as if each of them were connected by a magnetic pull and fighting the attraction was futile. Liam’s chest was nearly touching his by now and Max swallowed hard. He felt his breath start to come quickly but the warm touch of Liam’s hand on his cheek stopped his heart completely. Liam leaned in until his forehead was touching Max’s and he tenderly stroked his jaw. “Max.. I.. I-”

A boom from the entrance to the auditorium caused them to split apart quickly. The doors had been thrown open and Mr. Eldore strode in wearing a grin. “My word, it’s true! Your Highness, I am thrilled to have you in our humble theater!”

Liam’s posture immediately changed back to the one Max had seen thousands of times before. He was in prince mode. “The pleasure is all mine. This theater is beautiful, and the architecture is just stunning..”

While Liam and Mr. Eldore were talking, Maxwell’s mind was racing a mile a minute. Liam had almost kissed him. Liam had almost kissed him.  Liam had almost kissed him! That’s what was about to happen, right? He fought the urge to lean over and ask one of Liam’s guards his opinion on the matter. No, that would be too weird. It was already weird enough that they had been right there and seen the whole thing. His palms were sweaty and he attempted to calm his heart rate before any attention was brought to him. 

Liam turned to Max with a grin, “I’m actually here visiting my dear friend, Maxwell Beaumont.”

Mr. Eldore looked delighted. “Your friend?! Well, I hope that means you will be attending the play in a couple months! We would be honored to have you in our theater. Of course the entire royal family is invited.”

Liam winked at Maxwell, “It’ll just be me and maybe another one of our mutual friends, but we’ll definitely be there opening night.”

“Well that is fantastic!” Mr. Eldore bowed. “Maxwell, you just let me know all the details and I will personally see to it that everything is perfect.”

“Thank you.” Liam smiled cordially as Mr. Eldore left the building and they were once again left alone. Well.. alone plus two guards.

Max shuffled his feet and smiled awkwardly at his friend. “I think I’ve shown you everything now.”

Liam put his hands in his pockets, grinning. “Well you haven’t shown me your bedroom.”

“M-my bedroom?!” Maxwell’s voice cracked like a prepubescent boy. He cleared his throat and nodded. “Right. Ya.. of course. My bedroom!”

“Unless you don’t want to.”

“No! No, I definitely want to take you to my bedroom!” Max felt his face grow hot. “No! I mean.. I mean I can definitely show it to you.. my room, I mean!”

The two of them chuckled awkwardly and Max tried to think of a good lie to cover for his dorkiness. “It’s just a little messy is all. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Nah. Your room is always messy, Beaumont! Has that ever stopped me before?” Liam teased and the boys laughed sincerely, thankful that some of the tension had cleared. 

Once they reached Maxwell's door, Liam turned to his guards. “Can you just stay outside?”

They looked at each other skeptically. Sam, the most senior guard, responded.  “Sir, no disrespect, but you are a seventeen year old boy. Your father has charged me with looking after your wellbeing. I cannot in good conscience let you go into Lord Beaumont’s bedroom without supervision.”

Liam flushed, “Oh my God, what do you think is going to happen in there?!”

The guards glanced at each other and Sam cleared his throat. “I.. uh..”

“Just do a sweep and let me have some time alone to catch up with my friend.” Liam looked at Sam pleadingly. “Please?”

After a moment considering, Sam nodded. Once the room had been cleared and the guards left, the boys sat on the bed together. The insinuation from the guards had left them feeling a little uncomfortable. Maxwell tried to break the tension. “Hey.. Why did the student eat his homework?”

Liam quirked an eyebrow and smiled. “Why?”

“Because the teacher told him it was a piece of cake!”

Liam laughed loudly, “That is so bad! And I love it!” Maxwell joined in and soon they were laughing uncontrollably, laying on Maxwell’s bed. Liam rolled over to face him. “You always make me laugh. Remember when you tried to do a roast at Olivia’s sweet sixteen?”

Maxwell groaned and covered his face, “First of all it was only 2 years ago, so of course I remember. And second of all, it was the day I was nearly murdered. One doesn’t usually forget that day.”

Liam chuckled, “Everyone was going up to the mic and wishing her happy birthday, then along comes Max with his note cards and just totally demolishes her!”

“Shut up!” Maxwell shoved Liam playfully. “I thought she’d like it!”

“You thought she’d like you asking how she manages to create a hairstyle that covers her horns?”

Maxwell laughed, “Drake liked it!”

2 years ago:

Liam had just taken his turn at the mic in the ballroom of Lythikos, cordially wishing Olivia a happy birthday. Max was seated across from the small stage, not so patiently waiting for his turn. He shuffled the note cards in his hand with a grin. This was going to be great. Olivia was surely tired of all the generic birthday wishes, but HE was going to give her something to remember.

He sauntered on stage and winked at Bertrand, who for some reason looked nervous by the gesture. Little did Bertrand know that Max was about to have everyone in this room rolling with laughter. 

Maxwell tapped the microphone and smiled. “Good evening, good evening. Well I’m happy to be here in Lythikos - the land of ice and snow. The only duchy in Cordonia where the temperature outside matches the temperature inside Olivia’s heart.”

Max waited, but was only met by a crowd of shocked faces. Ok, maybe that joke wasn’t the best, but he had more. He cleared his throat and flipped to the next card. “So it’s Olivia’s sixteenth birthday. Tell me, Liv, what's that in people years?”

A loud guffaw from the crowd caught his attention and he saw Drake holding a hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking as he attempted not to laugh. Liam was seated beside Drake, staring at Max wide eyed.

Hey, maybe this was good stuff after all. Drake never laughed but he was loving it! Feeling encouraged, Max flipped to the next card. “So Olivia I love your new hairstyle!” He turned to face her and grinned, “how did you manage to hide the horns?”

Once again the room was met by silence other than the boisterous laughter coming solely from Drake Walker. Surely everyone would get the jokes soon and then the whole room would be full of joy. He glanced over at Olivia and her face was as red as a tomato. Must be from holding in her laughter. He flipped to the next card. 

“Liv, there’s a saying that always reminds me of you: ‘Two wrongs don’t make a right.’ Take your parents for example.”

Drake continued to laugh and Bertrand whispered loudly, “Maxwell Percival Beaumont, get down here right now!”

Max leaned away from the mic to speak to his brother, “Don’t worry, the jokes are about to get better!” Max flipped to the next card and cleared his throat, “Speaking of parents.. Olivia’s parents are dead-”

Just then, the mic was ripped out of his hand by his brother. Bertrand forced a chuckle and spoke into the microphone. “Um, best wishes on your sixteenth birthday Lady Olivia. My brother and I are very grateful for the invite to your party but I’m afraid something urgent has come up and we must take our leave. Goodnight everyone.”

Bertrand quickly ushered Maxwell out of the ballroom and down an empty hallway before turning to face him. “ARE YOU INSANE!?”

“What?” 

“You used her birthday party to insult her? And you were about to ridicule her dead parents!”

Max shook his head. Of course Bertrand had no idea what comedy was. “It’s not insulting, it’s called a roast! It’s the highest honor you can give someone!”

Bertrand ran a hand down his face, “My God, Maxwell. We have to get out of here.”

“Why?”

Just then, the ballroom doors slammed and the sound of high heels stomping down the hallway grew closer and closer. Olivia rounded the corner, looking like a wild animal, and pointed at Maxwell. “YOU!!!”

“Run, brother!” Bertrand shouted and Max took off as fast as he could. Why was Olivia so angry? Maybe she needed someone to explain what a roast was, but Max wasn’t about to stop running to do so.

Eventually he gave her the slip and crammed himself in a dumbwaiter to hide. A terrifying hour later Olivia gave up hunting him and returned to the party. He and Bertand slipped out and weren’t invited to Lythikos ever again.

“I still don’t think she knows what a roast is!” Max chuckled and shook his head, laying next to Liam.

Liam laughed, “Maxwell Beaumont, you are the only person in the world brave enough or crazy enough to ‘roast’ Olivia Nevrakis.”

The two lay together in contented silence, simply enjoying each other’s company. “When do you have to leave?” Max asked quietly.

Liam sighed, “Soon probably.”

Maxwell felt his heart drop. “Oh.” 

Liam checked his watch with a frown. “I have a stupid meeting early tomorrow morning with Leo, my father, and the council. I have to start learning about amending treaties and other bullshit.”

“Well we have at least a few more minutes together.” Max turned over to face Liam and smiled, “Wanna hear some new music?”

Liam smiled, “Sure.”

Maxwell grabbed his phone and scrolled through to his newest favorite album. It wasn’t dance music like he usually favored, but had more of an indie romance vibe. Max closed his eyes, heavily in his feelings about listening to love songs next to Liam. His body was so close, Max could feel the warmth radiating from him and he was trying his best not to get too excited.. In more ways than one.

Suddenly he felt the soft, gentle warmth of Liam’s hand slide into his own. He opened his eyes abruptly and looked at his best friend. It was all he could do not to squeal with joy. The two shared a smile and lay together for the next half hour, hand in hand, enjoying the music and company, until Liam had to return home.

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