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DADDY ISSUES - Part Sixteen: God is a Woman

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Now that you have a plan to save Elvis, it's time to put it into motion. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: mentions of drugs, nsfw themes, the colonel, and i think that's all!

Rating: M || Word Count: 12,217

A/N: the fact that i can't finish a novel based on my own ideas but can sit down and in like two months write an entire novel about a man who passed on almost 50 years ago...how expensive is therapy?? fohaufhej

My sincerest thanks to everyone who has read along and given any of your time, energy, and love to this fic. I couldn't have done it without y'all!! I'm incredibly proud to be posting this last chapter and presenting a fully complete fic for only like the second time in my life. I usually quit projects halfway through but this fandom gave me the juice to keep going. TL;DR I love you guys and I hope you've enjoyed ✨ Daddy Issues ✨ :) 💕

Song Rec: god is a woman - ari

This is Part 16 of Daddy Issues. Find the rest of the series here!

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🦋 mila

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When you wake up the next morning, you roll over to an empty bed. You sit up quickly and run your fingers through the sheets just to make sure. The sheets are cold. Your heart jumps and aches as you wonder where he could have gone and if he decided not to wait for you, after all. Your fingers stumble onto a small piece of paper in the sheets. You pick it up and unfold it. You smile and breathe a sigh of relief at the familiar scribbles.

Princess, I hope I didn’t disappoint you by not being in bed this morning. Sorry about that. I was thinking about what you said and you’re right. We’re leaving today, all of us. By the time you read this, I’ll be downstairs getting everything ready. I packed up some of my stuff last night. Whenever you wake up, just meet me downstairs. Interior parking garage. D

You run your finger over the letter, relieved that he’d listened to you. Mostly, you’re overjoyed by the small heart drawn next to his signature. You refold the page and hop out of bed to get ready, feeling utterly giddy as you pull your clothes on. You pause to check and see whether there’s anything Elvis left that you might want, taking a quick moment to glance around the hotel room.

As you walk around the bed to look through his nightstand, you remember the box of letters underneath the bed. The framed photograph of Lisa Marie is gone, but when you drop to your knees and glance under the mattress, you see the cardboard box. Reaching underneath, you pull it out and smile fondly. Although this box does contain the letters of Elvis’ previous women, you put your jealousy aside. He might want to have it. You pack it up, along with two of Elvis’ shirts, and head downstairs. On your way out, you notice a variety of pill bottles on the bathroom counter, all closed up and stacked together. You sigh happily. He left the pills.

After sprinting down to the front desk, you ask for the number to Trixie’s room. When she answers, you quickly explain the situation and wait for her to meet you in the lobby. She hands off your bag and, after a quick hug, you dash into the staff elevator. You know the way, without hesitation.

Hugging the letters and shirts to your chest, you climb into the elevator and hit the button for the ground level, where you can walk straight out into the interior parking garage as Elvis had instructed in his letter. You smile as the elevator starts descending. You can’t wait to get him back to Graceland and just make everything right, to help him relax and refuel.

As the elevators open and you step out, you freeze immediately. You’re caught right in between Elvis and the Colonel, who are clearly involved in some sort of massive argument. Your fingers go weak and you drop the box of letters onto the ground. Elvis is half-leaned over with a finger pointed firmly toward his manager. The very picture of tranquility in contrast to Elvis' anger, the Colonel is peacefully smoking a cigar on a couch in the lobby.

“Don’t you Mr. Presley me, you toad!” Elvis is in the middle of yelling.

When you step out of the elevator, accompanied by a loud bing announcing your presence, both men look over at you with surprise. You glance at Elvis first. His gaze softens immediately when it lands on you. His eyebrows fall into their normal position.

“If you are so determined to get out of our contract-” the Colonel begins talking again and your gaze shifts over to him. You squint your eyes and cross your arms over your chest.

“Ya goddamn right I want out!” Elvis yells, recentering his attention on the Colonel.

“Well, I will personally lend you the money that you owe to Jamboree Attractions.”

“You still got your claws in me! You’ll still have me workin here like some goddamn slave in a salt mine! You phony no good piece of trash! I should shoot you in your fat goddamn face! Let’s go, princess, we’re outta here.”

He turns to leave and you step forward, glaring at the Colonel as you pass. With your attention diverted, you can’t avoid Elvis’ body when he steps back. He gently bumps into you, pushing you back a few steps. You place your hands on his back to stabilize yourself and then leave them there to help support him. He turns back toward the Colonel.

“Who are you?”

“I am you and you are me,” the Colonel replies, standing up and taking a few steps toward you both.

You can feel yourself growing more defensive by the minute as he approaches. Your fingers curl into the leather of Elvis’ jacket and you clench your jaw to keep yourself from doing anything drastic.

“Cut the horseshit!” Elvis shouts. “Everythin I’ve ever known about ya’s been a lie!”

“EP, you good?”

Jerry’s familiar voice reaches your ears. Elvis holds up a hand to show Jerry that he’s alright. You glance around Elvis’ body to see Jerry sticking his head out from the inside of a black Cadillac, probably the same one Elvis had once used to take you to such a lovely dinner so long ago. That was the night he gifted you the EP collar. You resist the urge to reach up and touch your neck, where that very necklace should be.

“My past is the least of your problems my boy. Everyone else you associate with lives from you, Mr. Presley. Even Vernon. Yes, that’s right, even your own daddy has looked after himself before he’s looked after you.”

You feel Elvis’ body tense up and look up to see his jaw clenching. He must have felt you move because he glances over his shoulder at you. His eyes trace up and down your face with furrowed eyebrows.

“Yes, even her. Your…princess. She, too, lives from you. When you weren’t enough for her, what did she do? She left you, didn’t she?”

Elvis' eyebrows furrow momentarily. You glance up at him and shake your head. You gently slide your hand around to his chest to hold him closer to you. Your heart aches with the Colonel’s words because you know it's true. You have lived off of EP, even though he’s the one who offered in the first place. And you did leave him; you betrayed him even after everything he had done for you.

But as the Colonel's accusation floats around in your brain, your chest swells with anger. You glare at the hideous man in front of you. As if he hasn't also lived from Elvis. As if he hasn’t been taking 50% of every damn cent Elvis has earned. As if he hasn’t taken advantage of Elvis’ talent himself. Your fingers curl into the strings of Elvis’ shirt, white-knuckled. The Colonel continues, as if he had heard your innermost thoughts

“Yes, I have lived from you, too. But the difference is that you have also lived from me. We have supported each other because we shared a dream. We are the same you and I.”

You glance back over at Elvis to see that his eyes are glassy. You can feel his chest rising and falling shakily and you hear his uneven breaths as he stares at the man who ruined his life. No, claimed his life.

“We are two odd lonely children reaching for eternity," the Colonel continues.

Something in what the Colonel says, you're not sure what, triggers you. You can’t stand here and watch as he destroys the love of your life. You unlatch yourself from Elvis and step forward, pointing harshly into the face of the devil himself.

“How dare you,” you hiss. “How dare you compare yourself to him. How dare you claim to have supported him, to have shared his dream, when you’re the one who takes 50% of everything he makes and you're the one who uses it to gamble away your entire fortune. You bastard.”

“Oh, the little girl has opinions,” the Colonel raises his eyebrows, stepping forward to challenge you. “How wonderful. At least I stayed with my boy when it got hard. You ran off like a petulant little child, like a spoiled brat who didn’t get what she wanted.”

“Colonel Tom Parker, or whatever the hell your real name is, I want you to listen and listen good,” you step forward, even closer to him, and stare him straight in the eyes. “You will not send any additional bills or charges to Mr. Presley. You will not conduct any additional business with or in the name of Mr. Presley. You will not sell any memorabilia or merchandise using Mr. Presley’s name or likeness from this point forward. And you will not attempt to contact Mr. Presley again.”

“And why on earth would I respond to your trivial threats, you stupid child?” he asks as he raises the cigar to his lips.

“Because if you don't listen to my advice, you will be receiving a notice in the mail. That notice will inform you of a cease and desist filed against you for your harassment of Mr. Presley and his family as well as your mismanagement of Presley Enterprises. You will be taken before a judge, tried, and convicted of every crime you’ve ever committed, including being an illegal citizen of the United States of America.”

“Oh for god’s sake, my boy,” the Colonel attempts to step to the side of you to get to Elvis but you slide over in front of him, offering a curt smile.

“No. I wasn’t finished. For your reference, and because I'm a better person than you could ever be, here’s a little draft I had written up,” you reach into your purse and fish out the stack of paper, shoving it into his chest. He takes it from your hands, unfolding it to read.

"If you think anyone in their right mind, Colonel, will stand by you when Elvis Presley is the victim, if you think any jury will vote in favor of your manipulation and abuse, if you think I will ever stop pursuing you until you go down, you are dead wrong. I will do everything in my power to make absolutely certain that you cough up every single fraction of a cent you stole from this man, the true talent behind your fortune. I will make sure that you rot in jail for the rest of your sorry days, and I will make sure that you can never, ever, be a presence in his life again. You will live in fear, pain, and regret each and every single day until you die a miserable death. I, therefore, advise you to take my 'trivial' threats very, very seriously. Do I make myself clear?”

The Colonel lifts his chin, his eyes searching yours. Not surprisingly, he seems to find your attitude satisfactorily serious and genuine. He nods and steps away, shoving the cigar back in between his teeth.

“Very well," he replies, turning toward the elevator. "Maybe you should fly away, my boy. Away from all of this. But if you do choose to leave then I, for one, will be very lonely. So would your father. But I think…you may be lonely too."

“He won’t be lonely," you interrupt the Colonel and gesture behind you to the crew waiting. "He has me, he has Priscilla, he has Lisa, and all those people out there. Unlike you, Mr. Presley is a person worth loving and anyone with sense can see that.”

“Perhaps true, my dear. But, you see, Mr. Presley knows the truth about the rock of eternity. It’s forever just beyond our reach,” the Colonel replies just as the elevator doors begin to slide shut in front of his face.

You wait a couple of seconds, your fingers curling and uncurling into fists., your jaw clenching and unclenching, your chest rising and falling. You close your eyes and blow out a frustrated breath before gathering the courage to turn around and face Elvis. When you finally do, your expression softens immediately. He’s staring at you with those same glassy eyes. A tear has escaped and is rolling down his cheek. His head is tilted. He’s gazing at you, just as he did last night when you told him for the second time, and the first time in full confidence, that you love him. You bend down to pick up the box and shirts that you'd dropped before turning toward Elvis.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, approaching him. “I didn’t mean to be so forward, I just…fucking hate him. To see the way he’s hurt you, what he’s done to you…I couldn’t take it any longer.”

You reach up to cup his cheek and he gently leans into your touch, his eyes searching yours. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and he nods.

“Let’s go home, princess,” he says. “I wanna get the fuck outta here as soon as possible. This prison ain't gonna hold me no more.”

You smile weakly and wrap your hands around his bicep as you make your way toward the already packed and loaded Cadillac. Jerry holds the door for you and you climb into the car, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself. Elvis hops in after you and you’re off. After a few moments of driving in silence, Elvis breaks it.

“Thank you."

You turn toward him.

“For what?”

“For tellin the Colonel to go fuck himself,” he says, his teeth breaking through his lips in a huge goofy grin. “For standin up for me back 'ere. For doin what I shoulda a long time ago. You was pretty badass, I ain't gonna lie.”

“Really? I was so nervous,” you return a smile and shake your head. “I didn’t even know what I was saying, really. It just all came out at once.”

“Well, it was damn impressive. But I still don’t understand how you can do this. Don’t those typa legal things cost money? How does it all work, anyway?”

“This is what I was telling you about last night, the idea Jerry and I had. Trixie. My roommate back home has a family friend, Mr. Benson, who also happens to be a very good lawyer. Yesterday morning, I met with him and had him write up this draft. Of course, we can change it if you want. I wasn’t sure what you wanted it to say but at least this gives us something to start with. Jerry and I think that if we threaten real legal action with evidence, then the Colonel will leave you alone and just back off. Frankly, he would be stupid to challenge you in court. But if we do have to go that far, the jury will surely side with you when they can see how much abuse you’ve suffered. I grabbed this too. I thought it might help.”

You gesture to the box of letters. It hadn’t occurred to you before now, but you remember seeing an old receipt in there toward the bottom. Its existence provides real, tangible evidence that shows the Colonel taking 50% of Elvis’ earnings. And that's in addition to whatever evidence Elvis might have kept himself. When you grabbed the box from under the bed this morning, you mostly figured Elvis would like to have it for sentimental value. Now, it could mean so much more.

“Where the hell you get that?” he asks, taking it from your hands. “I thought I lost it.”

“It was under the bed. If I remember correctly, you have an old Presley Enterprises receipt in there which will show just how much the Colonel is taking from your earnings, and I-”

“How do ya know that’s in 'ere?” he glances up at you and you freeze.

“Uh…I sort of…leafed through it one day when you were gone. It caught on my foot and I just wondered what it was, that’s all. I realize…I probably shouldn’t have. I know a lot of those letters are probably personal and all, but…”

There’s really no excuse for what you did, other that the fact that you wanted to so you did. You can feel heat creeping into your face and neck as he stares at you with a quirked eyebrow.

“You read everythin in 'ere?”

“I’m...afraid so, sir,” you say, suddenly terrified that he’s angry with you.

It’s not very respectful to go through your sugar daddy’s mail while he’s not around. That’s private information and some of the letters were most certainly very…private. You release a breath of relief when Elvis chuckles warmly, glancing down at the box. He runs his fingers over it.

“But how did ya pay for it? I thought you was havin money troubles as it was when I was payin ya?”

“I…I’m sorry, Mr. Presley, but I had to sell the gifts you bought me. The dresses, the jewels, all of it. I had to so that I could pay off my debts and the legal fees and the fee for the order and... I know you’re probably furious with me but there was no other way. I knew you needed to get away from that man. I didn’t know how else to do it other than threatening legal action. I-”

“And ya did this all yesterday mornin? Fore you drove four hours up 'ere to convince me to leave?”

“Well, yeah, I guess. But what does that have to do with anything?”

He reaches up to remove his sunglasses, pushing them up through his hair. He stares into your eyes with furrowed eyebrows. He shakes his head.

“Colonel was wrong, ya know.”

“Not that I’m not glad to hear you say that," you giggle, "but about what?”

“He said that you're an ungrateful brat. I know I’ve called ya that myself a time or two. But I’ve never been caught more of a fool. Yeah, it’s true that you left, maybe…maybe when I needed ya most. But the difference between you and him, between you and my daddy, between you and everybody else who’s left me in the dust? You came back. And now I find out that ya came back fully equipped to fix every dumb ass goddamn problem that I caused for myself. You came back with the answers to every question I got, to every crisis I need solved. And you did it all in one day, for me. Ungrateful brat is the farthest thing from what you are. And I’m ashamed to ever have called ya that, to ever have believed it.I have never met somebody so selfless.”

“Oh, Mr. Presley…” you shake your head but freeze when his warm hand lands on yours. He curls his fingers around your palm and smiles.

“Ya know somethin else the Colonel was wrong bout?”

“I love the direction of this conversation,” you giggle again. “What’s that?”

“He said that we, me and him, shared a dream. That we supported each other cause we shared a dream. But that shit just ain't true. He ain't the one I share a dream with. You are. You was the one who inspired me to dream. To think, and talk and stand and walk and…and to dream.”

You feel the corners of your mouth turn downward and tears quickly brimming in your eyes. He’s talking about If I Can Dream. It feels like a lifetime ago now, the '68 special. The flash moment of courage in which you told him to sing the song, the first time you were alone together. That girl feels like a different person to you now, so naive and full of hope.

“And you’ve done a helluva lot more to support me than he ever did. But I ain't been supportin you. Financially, maybe, but that's not good nuff. I’d like to fix that. Come live with me at Graceland. There’s plenty of room now without Cilla and Lisa. Without daddy, too, I guess. When I tried to go up and get him to leave, he...he’s convinced we ain't got no other choice but to crawl back to the Colonel. I ain't gonna do that no more. I don't know how much longer we got the house if this cease and whatever doesn’t work but…it’s a big house, I’m sure there's enough space for us both.”

“Mr. Presley, I don’t know if-”

“Please. Don’t make me beg,” he says, his eyes twinkling.

“What if that’s exactly what I want to see,” you reply with a smirk. He chuckles. Damn it. You're a goner for those puppy dog eyes. "I would be honored to stay with you at Graceland. You know, I’ve never been to Tennessee.”

“No shit?”

“Never been out of California.”

“Well, I hope Memphis lives up to your expectations.”

“You know, I have a feeling it just might.”

By the time your conversation ends, someone is opening your door and leading you across the tarmac of an airport. You and Elvis board his private jet, the Lisa Marie. You can now confidently say that you vastly enjoy the private jet experience.

Three short hours later, your jaw is practically dropping to the floor as a purple Cadillac pulls up to the beautiful scene that is Graceland. Words can’t describe how picturesque the house is. Your heart flutters with excitement as the driver pulls you around the long driveway up toward the front door.

“Oh my god…” you mumble to yourself. “She's…not at her best," Elvis says as he peers out the window. "I gotta admit I been neglectin her but we’ll get her fixed up real nice for ya.”

You smile at him as the car rolls to a stop in front of the house. A few staff members help you unload your bags and take them into the house. You laugh at the sight of Elvis’ belongings piling up next to the one bag you’d frantically packed overnight. You'll have to call Trixie and arrange for her to bring your things up. After the bags have been unpacked, the driver and staff vacate the premises, leaving you and Elvis totally alone. You help him upstairs where he flops onto the bed and promptly falls asleep, his mouth hanging open as he snores softly. You gently throw a blanket over him and, this time, you don’t hesitate for a minute. You lean down and press a chaste kiss to his head.

“Sleep well, Mr. Presley.”

You start to unpack while he snoozes, too restless to sleep yourself. As you clean out his bathroom belongings, you grimace and pull out a pill bottle. Gripping it tightly, you swear to yourself that you’ll use some of the leftover cash to pay for therapy. You know there are places where people with addictions like Elvis can go to get help. And you intend to make that a priority. Starting on Monday.

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The next three and a half months pass as slow as molasses while you get settled in at Graceland. The conversation wasn’t necessarily pleasant but you somehow managed to convince Elvis to attend therapy for his drug addiction. During your argument, he mentioned that Priscilla had also begged him to get therapy so he could be a better father for Lisa Marie. You silently thanked her and hoped you would get the chance to apologize for everything. Although he put up a real fight, Elvis left three days later.

While he was gone, you spent your time cleaning up the house, both outside and in. You got to painting the walls, dusting the decor, planting some flowers, vacuuming, reorganizing, and finally restocking the fridge. You accomplished your housework all while working at a local diner on Beale Street. You served there during the day and worked on Graceland at night. Although you didn't enjoy the flashbacks to your previous job at Chadney’s and the horrors of that lifestyle, working on Beale Street turned out to be quite enjoyable. The people were kind and lovely and fun.

You would never tell Elvis but sometimes you pretend that you own the house yourself, that you’re the mistress of the property. That fantasy helps you get past days when you just want to sleep through the hours.

Despite all of your work, you still find that something is missing. Every time you pass Lisa's room, which happens often since her room is two doors down from yours, you think about those visions of the children on the front lawn, laughing as they play football with Elvis on the bright green grass. Of holidays and barbecues and birthday parties. Of winters, springs, autumns, and summers in the house. And each time you have to shake yourself back to reality and remind yourself that it’s not your place to wish that. Nor it is fair to the ex-wife and child that Elvis already have. You remind yourself that your visions will stay a dream, albeit not a dream you and Elvis get to share.

Trixie came up to visit you for a few weeks, helping clean up around the house and giving you a bit of a break. She also brought a carload of your stuff and asked, whether jokingly or not you’re unsure, if she could move into Lisa's room. With a teasing smile, you said you’d have to check with Elvis.

If you don't say so yourself, what you've been able to accomplish with the house is nothing short of a miracle. In three months, you have completely transformed the place. Every night as you lie down for bed, you're hit with a bout of excitement thinking about how lovely it will be to show Elvis what you've done with the place.

And today is finally the day. After three months, he's returning from therapy. You’re practically jumping out of your skin. Not only are you vibrating with anxious excitement to see how much healthier he looks, but you’re also dreaming of his touch. You now fully understand the sentiment of the saying 'distance makes the heart grow fonder.' You've grown tired of seeing your relationship in sections. Your entire journey together has felt like a series of snapshots and you just want to finally piece them together into an album.

When you hear the car rolling up the drive, you jump up and smooth your skirt down. Gulping and closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and open the front door. You step outside. Your eyebrows immediately raise at the sight of Elvis as he steps out of the car. Your heart pounds in your chest.

He looks incredible. He’s thinner than he’s been in years. He looks fit as a fiddle, stronger even than he was during the filming of the special. He has a healthy tan and his long dark hair is trimmed neatly, although a few pieces hang loose, handsomely on his forehead. When he lifts his head, you lose your breath. He looks almost identical to how he did in 1968. His bright blue eyes are sparkling and when he smiles, you can see it in his eyes. He’s wearing a white button-down, half unbuttoned of course, with black pants. The sleeves are teasingly rolled up to his elbows, tempting you with a glimpse of his muscular forearms. He looks simple, relaxed, comfortable.

“Mr. Presley!” you say excitedly, biting your lip to keep your tears at bay. “You look…wonderful. You're practically glowing.”

“Thank ya, darlin,” he says with a grin. “It’s good to be home.”

“Well, I hope you’re hungry.”

“Always.”

You smile and press your back against the door, opening it for him to enter. When he steps in to walk past you, his head tilts to the side and he pauses, glancing down at you with a smirk. His eyes trace your figure up and down quickly before he sighs softly and enters the dining room. Your heart is pulsing in your head, you can hear it. Words can't describe how much you missed being looked at like that. You close the door and follow EP into the dining room where the food has already been laid out.

You portion out the dishes and then sit in silence while you eat, the room unsettlingly quiet aside from the clinking of your silverware on the ceramic dishes. Every once in a while, you smile up at each other from across the table. You aren't sure about him, but you feel heat in your cheeks each time.

“So, how was it?” you finally ask. “How do you feel?”

He’s silent for a moment, just nodding with a smile.

“Better than I have in a very long time, princess. Much better.”

The next several weeks around the house follow suit. Things are much better than they have been in a very long time. Elvis is doing so much better, looking healthier and happier each day. Unfortunately, though, all those years of drug use have taken a steep toll on his body. You help him every day with gentle stretching exercises just to help keep him in shape. You're also responsible for ensuring that he eats a healthy and balanced diet with lots of water.

To your surprise, Elvis is furious when he finds out how much you’ve been working. So much so that he sets out immediately to look for a recording studio. He suggested a normal job but you quickly reminded him of just how famous he still is. You doubt anyone would hire Elvis Presley for anything other than music.

He starts to spend hours every day in the Jungle Room, writing and recording. Sometimes you join him and just listen or take a nap while he plays softly for you. You’ve taken up football, as much as you can. In the warmer weather, you both play on the front lawn. Or wrestle around on the grass is more like it. You’ve begun to teach Elvis how to cook and how to dance. In turn, he’s teaching you how to play the piano and the basics of karate. Every day feels like a gift and you wake up with a renewed sense of purpose and life.

And you could never miss the tension when your fingers overlap on the piano, or the longing glances you cast each other when you’re directing his body on the dancefloor. Or the way he asks you to stay with him at night, the silence when you lay next to each other, both waiting patiently for the other to be bold.

Elvis is doing so much better, looking healthier and happier each day. Although all those years of drug use have taken a steep toll on his body. You help him every day with gentle stretching exercises just to help keep him in shape. You're also responsible for ensuring that he eats a healthy and balanced diet with lots of water.

In December, you decorate the house for the holidays and learn quickly that Christmas is Elvis’ favorite time of the year. He’d never mentioned it to you before and, with the hullabaloo of the 68 special, Christmas and Elvis always felt like enemies in your mind. A giant snowstorm blew into Memphis just in time and you found yourself buried in beautiful white snow. Graceland looked absolutely magnificent, just beautiful and picturesque like a Christmas card from an old friend. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

As a thank you for all the work you've been putting in, Elvis has offered to cook dinner tonight. While you’re skeptical of his abilities, the idea of a night off is just too good to refuse.

After a long, hot, relaxing bath, you walk into your bedroom to get dressed and, instead, find a beautiful red silk gown folded on your dresser. You spy a note resting on top of the fabric and giggle.

Princess, Surprise! I finally have enough cash to do this again. Not like before but I want you to have something special for tonight. Hopefully my cooking doesn’t ruin it all! I can’t wait to see you in it. D

Your fingers love the feeling of the silk on your skin. The color compliments you wonderfully and you feel just beautiful in it. Although you don’t have an interest in doing a full face of makeup and styling your hair, you do slip on some black heels before making your way downstairs. When you reach the bottom of the stairs, your heart drops. None of the lights are on and it’s pitch black. You immediately assume that the storm probably knocked your power out.

“Mr. Presley!” you shout, squinting into the darkness.

You round the corner, still squinting but following a ray of light from the dining room. Once you step inside, you gasp. Candles are strewn everywhere and spread on the dining room table is a feast, probably edible although it's not too nice to look at. Your eyes take in the scene, pausing a record spinning in the back corner. Finally, you dare to glance over at Elvis’ frame. He’s standing behind your usual chair, holding it out for you. He’s in a stylish black suit with a big grin resting on his face.

“My lady,” he says, gesturing to the seat.

You’re so overwhelmed you can’t even say anything. You just take your seat in the chair as he does the same. You chat while you eat, laughing and flirting throughout the meal. When Elvis gets up to put on another record, your mouth drops open.

“Oh my god!” you shout. “Is this-?”

“The Genius Hits the Road,” he nods with a smile.

You laugh and shake your head. That old record from what feels like so long ago. Elvis takes two steps toward you and holds his empty palm out. You glance up at him.

“Dance with me," he says."

Even after all this time, five years and some change, you still feel those butterflies that tickle your stomach. The snapshots of your relationship have meant that every little move forward, every romantic gesture, every small thing feels a thousand times greater. The longer the wait, the sweeter the kiss.

You stare into his eyes, as the light from the candles flickers gently onto his face, and slide your fingers into his. He gently pulls you up and expertly guides you into his arms, his hand sliding around your back to hold you close to him. As you sway to the music, you glance up into his eyes and he down into yours.

"I'm sorry I could never get you the rock of eternity," you say quietly.

"What are you talkin bout?" he asks with a chuckle.

"That's what our deal was. That we would take the journey together. You got me the Ray Charles album, but I never could get you the rock of eternity. Just...too far away, I guess."

The corner of his mouth tilts up in a smile.

"Oh, did I forget to tell you? Honey, the rock of eternity ain't my dream no more."

You tilt your head and furrow your eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

"Just like Colonel said, the rock of eternity is forever out of reach. But I got everythin I could ever dream bout right here in my arms."

You shake your head to tell him that you still don't understand.

"You, princess," he chuckles, his fingers reaching up to pinch your chin. "You're my dream now."

Your smile falls and your breath catches in your throat. He smiles handsomely and you clench your jaw to keep the tears at bay. You sway in small circles across the carpeted dining room floor.

“I see ya didn’t sell everything that I gave ya,” he says.

“Oh, I could never do that to this record. It was the best gift I’ve ever received.”

“I was talkin bout this,” he says, and you’re confused until you feel his finger jiggling the TCB ring back and forth on your finger. You glance over at it and smile.

“Oh…that.”

“Yeah, that. How come you kept it?”

“Well, I just couldn’t sell this. My daddy gave it to me,” you say quietly, sliding your hands away from his and onto his shoulders.

His free hand joins his other on your back, pressing your body taut against him. You raise yourself up onto your tip toes and press your forehead against his. He leans down to meet you, both of you closing your eyes and swaying in the darkness together.

“Oh, I see,” he says quietly in that deep southern drawl that you missed so much. “You musta been a real good girl to get such a nice ring, huh?”

“Oh, I don’t know. If I’ve been such a good girl, maybe I deserve something better than a ring.”

“Yeah? What did ya have in mind, princess?”

You open your eyes momentarily, just long enough to see that his are closed and a soft smile resting on his lips. With a gulp, you close your eyes again. As carefully as you can, you slowly tilt your head upward and to the side, your nose brushing against Elvis’. You feel his grip tighten on your back and his hot breath ghost over your lips. You nervously bite your bottom lip and hover in the space between for a moment. Your heart is racing in your chest, pounding against your ribcage. Your heart is fluttering and you can barely stomach the shallow breaths you take. You move forward just an inch, barely enough so that your lips are gently touching. Elvis exhales sharply, his lips twitching under the touch of yours. You hover there for a moment, swaying slowly to the music.

“You gonna kiss me, princess?” Elvis finally whispers against your lips. “Or are we just gonna stand ‘ere?”

You smile against his lips and then, finally, press yourself onto him for the very first time. His lips open to accept yours hungrily. The kiss is warm, deep, and slow. One of his hands gently slides up your spine and wraps around the back of your neck, pressing your kiss deeper into his own. You shiver under his touch, your hands wrapping around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair.

When your lips pull apart, your eyes remain closed and you drop your forehead onto his lips. He presses a warm kiss to your skin. While you sway back and forth, Elvis presses another kiss to your forehead. Then one to your temple, then to your cheekbone, your cheek, your jaw. His hand glides forward onto your cheek, tilting your head up so he can access your neck. You sigh happily as his lips press down on the skin while his hand pulls your back forward. He kisses your neck again and then gently sucks on the skin. Your fingers grip his roots, tugging his soft black locks. Your head rolls back and your eyes close in delight.

His fingers curl around your jaw, as they’ve done so many times before. His thumb rubs over your bottom lip. You open your mouth and it slips between your lips. You swirl your tongue around his fingertip as he nips at your neck. You can feel your heart fluttering under his touch and your core inches toward tenderness. Stuck in a glazed-over euphoria, you barely even notice when the record clicks off, spinning a song of silence. Elvis pulls back and removes his finger from your lips. You drop your chin and stare up at him through your eyelashes, begging him to understand how badly you need him.

“I don’t want to fuck tonight,” you say quietly.

“What do you want, princess? Ask and its yours.”

“I want you, all of you. I want you to make love to me, Elvis.”

He reaches forward and his thumb pinches the skin of your chin between his fingers. You’re immediately flashed back to the first time that you were alone with him. When he had asked you whether the panties he held in his fingertips were yours. You can almost feel the heat returning to your cheeks now as you think about it.

After he takes your body in, his eyes tracking up and down your figure, he moves to your side. One of his arms snakes underneath your upper back and the other underneath your knees. You yelp and giggle as he hoists you up into his arms, holding you bridal style. You wind your arms around his neck and bite your lip as he smirks down at you. He carefully walks you up the stairs and down the hall into his bedroom. The whole while, you keep your gaze on him, watching his soft smile. When you reach his bedroom, the door is just barely cracked open, too closed for you to enter comfortably.

“Damn,” he says, his shoulders falling. You release an awkward sigh as you can feel the mood starting to drain. He glances down at you with a crooked smile and you furrow your eyebrows.

“What?”

“Hold on tight, princess.”

You raise your eyebrows but clutch harder onto him. Elvis laughs, his chest rumbling against you. He grips tightly onto you and leans back before kicking his heel into the door. It swings open with a bang. As he carries you inside, you laugh, throwing your head back.

“Hell yeah! Those badass karate moves were finally worth something,” you giggle.

He smiles down at you and then pauses beside the bed. He gently lets you down onto the floor. Your hands slide down onto his chest and you tug at the material of his suit jacket. His big hands return to your lower back and he holds you steady. He tilts his head and leans down slowly. You raise yourself up on your tiptoes to meet his lips, pressing against him. He grips your waist and his lips move in between yours. He kisses you again and again and again, somehow pushing harder against you each time.

Your hands travel everywhere, pulling on his clothes, his hair, the skin of his cheeks, as you try everything you can to pull him closer into you. You push back against his chest, disconnecting your lips with a clear pop. You heave as you take the opportunity to push his suit jacket from his frame. It falls onto the floor, lifeless. You run your fingers down his chest before deftly unclipping each and every button. When you reach the bottom of the shirt, you curl your fingers into the fabric and yank it up from under the band of his pants.

You bite your lip as your fingers dance across his bare chest. In the moonlight, you can barely see him, but you prefer to appreciate him through touch only. Something about not being able to see his face makes you pay closer attention to the way his skin feels on yours. You carefully push the shirt from his muscular shoulders. You run your fingertips down his biceps, strong and taut. Your heart pounds in your chest as your mind conjures images of Elvis sweating while lifting weights or doing push-ups. You feel heat creeping into your cheeks. After all this time, you still find yourself flustered by his beautiful masculinity.

His finger slides underneath your chin and he tilts your head up, pressing his lips to yours. You hum contentedly into his mouth, the warmth of his chest radiating onto your skin. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you open your mouth for him. The feeling of his tongue against yours makes you clutch him closer. His mouth is warm and wet but you love the taste of his saliva on your tongue.

His lips slip from yours and he presses hot kisses down your jaw and onto your neck, biting harshly at the skin. He tugs it between his teeth and then swipes his tongue over it. When he nibbles on your collarbone, you arch your back into him and moan quietly. His fingers find their way to the zipper in the back of your dress. He pulls it up, agonizingly slowly, his fingertips ghosting over your skin so lightly that it almost tickles. When done, he slides his warm palms onto the skin of your back. You suck in a breath as he hovers by your ear, his breath on your skin. Neither of you say anything and you don’t kiss. You just press your cheeks together and his fingers unclip the back of your bra.

When he pulls away from you, you continue to stare up at him. His eyes refuse to leave your gaze even as he lifts the dress from your shoulders. His fingers curl onto the straps of your bra and slide the piece of clothing forward off your arms. His eyes immediately drop down to your chest. He smirks and steps forward, tossing your clothes elsewhere. His hand snakes around your back and he pulls you hard against him. You yelp quietly and then smile as he drops his lips down to you again.

Your hands return to his hair and you tangle your fingers into his locks. His hands cup your hips to push the rest of the dress down where it pools around your ankles. Then, his palms curl around your ass and thighs.

Against your lips, he mumbles, “Jump.”

You obey his command and he pulls you up onto his hips. You curl yourself around him and he walks a few steps back. Your lips move together in harmony as he gently lays you down on the bed below you. He hovers on top, his hand trailing along the side of your mostly naked body. His finger hooks into the side of your panties and he pulls them down. You bend your knee so he can slide them off your leg. He pulls away from your lips and falls to his knees by your core. You prop yourself up on your elbows to see what he’s doing. He flings your panties away, glancing up at you with a smirk.

“Nice panties,” he says with a smirk.

He’s referring to the pair of red panties he bought you to replace the ones you originally gave him in 1956. The pair of panties that brought you both to this moment right here. You giggle and he props your foot onto his knee, quickly unlatching the strap to your heels, one by one. You curl your toes in satisfaction at the freedom.

He takes your foot in his hands, pressing a gentle kiss to your toes, up your foot, your shin, on your knee, your thigh. When he reaches the inside of your thigh, his breath teases your folds and you throw your head back in anticipation of feeling him. He presses his hand onto your stomach and licks the skin right above your heat. You wriggle underneath him, your core throbbing with need.

You glance down at him and bite your lip. He stares up at you with glazed, dark eyes. His focus is solely on you, nothing else. Without breaking eye contact with you, he curls a hand over your thigh while the other gently tugs at the skin of your inner thigh. You breathe frustratedly and grasp at the bed beside your head. You can feel how swollen you are, just waiting for his attention. His finger moves inside, massaging the outside of your pussy. You gasp at the moment of pleasure when your clit gets stimulated just right from the pressure.

He smirks up at you and, holding your gaze, glides a finger along your wet folds. You bite your lip in response, resisting the urge to wriggle against him. He repeats the action again, applying some pressure by your entrance. You watch his chest heave and his lips part as he slides a finger inside of you. You moan quietly at the relief of stimulation.

He removes his finger and then reinserts two more, pumping you slowly and deeply. In a matter of seconds, you find your body reacting, moving in time with his fingers. He suddenly stops, withdrawing his fingers and sticking them into his mouth. You pout as he licks his skin clean, still glaring at you. Your pussy aches and you rub your fingertips together as you consider touching yourself.

Instead, you decide to tease your daddy, at least one last time. You sit up, scooting toward the edge of the bed. Grasping onto Elvis’ belt, you pull yourself up to standing. You slide a hand around his neck and yank his lips down to yours, kissing him hungrily as you spin him around. His hands grip onto your waist, pulling you against him. You latch onto his bottom lip with your teeth, pulling it out for a moment before releasing it and shoving him down onto the bed.

He falls with a thump and you lean over him, your fingers working to unlatch his belt. You pull it out and then unbutton his pants. With a coquettish giggle, you lean down, keeping your eyes on your daddy, as you take the zipper to his pants in your teeth and pull it down. Elvis smirks down at you, shaking his head.

“Goddamn, you still got it, princess,” he says quietly.

You smile and yank his pants down to his knees. He’s already kicked off his shoes. You drag your fingers over his bulge, tracing the outline of the tip. He breathes deeply, a sure sign that he’s ready for your touch. You remove his underwear and gasp at the sight of his perfect cock. You’ve missed it so much. You saw it so many times before but, even now, it looks just as perfect as it did the first time. The veins pulse before your eyes and the tip twitches. You tap your finger on top and swipe your tongue to taste salty precum, all gathered up nicely for you.

His dick twitches under your touch and you giggle. You trail a finger down his length and then lick the tip with your tongue. He releases another breath and shakes his head. You tap the tip once more before leaning forward, still gazing into his eyes, and wrap your lips around the head. You lean over, pushing him deep into your throat. When he hits the back of your esophagus, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid gagging. When you release him, your saliva is wet on his dick. You spread the liquid around and pump him a few times. He leans back and moans deeply. You bite your lip and hum against him.

“I missed that,” you mumble against him.

“What?”

“The noises you make for me,” you reply with a giggle.

He smirks, suddenly sitting up and leaning forward. Before you can react, his hands are wrapping around your waist and pulling you up on top of him. You chuckle as he turns you over and positions himself on top of you. You settle in below him, your hands resting on his chest. He smiles as he reaches down for his dick. Without leaving your gaze, he positions himself by your entrance. You sigh in pleasure as he runs the sticky tip up your wet folds. He does it twice more.

“I should get a condom,” he says with a laugh.

“No,” you reply, grabbing onto his bicep to stop him. “No, don’t.”

His eyes search yours for a few moments. He shakes his head in disbelief.

“You sure, baby girl?”

“Yes,” you respond without hesitation.

“No argument from me," he smirks, leaning down to kiss you.

You giggle as he grabs himself and gently pushes into you. You breathe deeply and shut your eyes as you adjust to the pressure. You moan at the feeling of his length inside you, so gradual and gentle. Of course, you’ve had him before but never like this, never so slow, so tender. You open your eyes when you feel Elvis’ hand on your forehead, pushing your hair back from your skin. His head is tilted, a soft smile playing at his lips. He drags his knuckle down your cheek. You lean into his touch, winding your arms around his shoulders and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. You close your eyes and buck your hips against him, telling him to go. He follows your request immediately, starting to slide in and out of your folds. You instantly feel relief at the stimulation that your core so desperately needed. You move your hips against him as his length pushes in and out of you. You moan with his movements, the pressure building inside your body. You turn your head to the side as your moans grow louder and more frequent. He presses a kiss to your jaw and then rests his forehead against your cheek as he moves against you.

Your eyebrows furrow from the mixture of pleasure and pain. Elvis' arms slide underneath your shoulders and he holds you close to his body as he drives in and out of you. You tug at his hair and he moans against your cheek. His pants are loud in your ear, edging you on.

You smile, the pleasure building quickly. He growls as his movements start to become sloppier and sloppier. You hold him close, steadying him as he pushes into you. You feel the pleasure like waves of need crashing into one another. You bite down on his shoulder, tasting the sweat on his skin. You gasp loudly as he hits your g-spot perfectly, the pleasure so overwhelming it’s almost painful. He buries his head in your neck, his sweat wiping away on your skin. Your fingernails dig deep into his skin as he thrusts in and out of your dripping, swollen folds.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers against your skin.

Nothing else he could ever do or say would send you over the edge like this does. Your heart soars with pride and you feel your body shaking underneath him as you orgasm at the touch of your daddy. Your eyes fly open when you notice the sensation of his warmth flooding inside of you. You both shudder together as you drop down from your highs.

Your chest heaves and you fall limp. With your eyes closed, you barely notice Elvis flopping onto the sheets beside you. The quiet air is filled with your pants as you both gain the energy to check on each other.

Finally, you open your eyes and maneuver so that Elvis’ head is in your lap. His fingers drape lazily across your inner thigh and he starts to draw circles on your skin with his fingertips. You gently stroke his hair away from his forehead with a stupid soft smile resting on your face.

“I like it when ya do this,” he mutters against your thigh.

“Do what?”

“Stroke my hair like that. It reminds me of my mama.”

“...Is that a compliment or should I be freaked out?” you ask and he laughs, turning to lie on his back so he can look you in the eye. You adjust but continue to stroke his hair, watching in pleasure as his eyes close from the sensation.

“It’s a compliment. The highest one I can give. My mama was always my bestest girl. Sometimes I wonder if you wasn't sent to me to take her place.”

“Elvis Presley, are you calling me your bestest girl,” you ask and he opens one eye before closing it again.

“Ya know you never done that fore, neither,” he says and you tilt your head.

“Done what?” you ask with a laugh.

“Called me Elvis. You only ever called me Mr. Presley or daddy. Never Elvis.”

“Yeah…I guess I hadn’t noticed.”

“Why?”

"Why what?"

"Why didn't you ever call me by my name?"

“I guess it felt too intimate somehow? I don’t know. You never really called me by my name either. Not until tonight.”

“I was scared to. I thought it'd make us too close and I's terrified of hurtin ya. Y/N, baby, you don't know how badly I wanted to when you told me you loved me."

"Which time?" you snort. "The romantic time or the embarrassing one?"

Elvis shifts to sit up, crossing his legs. He places his warm hands on your thighs and gently pulls you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his back, holding yourself firmly onto his body. His hands circle around your back. He reaches up to brush a rogue piece of hair from your face and then his eyes gaze into yours.

“Don’t you ever be embarrassed bout lovin me. Baby girl, ain't nobody ever loved me like that before. Nobody. I ain't felt this loved since my mama left me. It don't make no sense to me, why you do. How a woman like you — beautiful, talented, smart, kind — could love somebody as pathetic and selfish as me.”

“Because you’re not,” you whisper, reaching out to cup his cheeks. He scoffs. “You were being abused, Elvis, abused and used by someone you trusted. By someone you loved and someone you thought loved you. And after all of that, you’re still not selfish or pathetic. You’ve never been either of those things with me. I’ve never seen you that way. I wish I could show you how I see you. Not Elvis the rockstar, not Elvis the movie star, not Elvis the Vegas daddy. My Elvis. Who you are in here.”

You gently poke your fingertip into the middle of his chest, where his heart is pumping underneath. A few moments of silence pass as he stares up at you, his eyes glassy. You continue.

“You asked me once why I gave in and said yes to the arrangement. Do you remember?”

“The day after the reporters snapped us together. Yeah, I remember. Course I do.”

“I couldn’t answer you then. I can now. I came because of who you are. Because you and I are the same. We’re both dreamers, idealists, hopeless romantics. Because I knew, even from that first moment at Russwood Park, that you were something special. Something so different that you were out of this world, like a superhero or something, I don’t know. I came because I needed so badly to know that there was another soul out there who understood mine. And you did, you always have. I think you always will.”

“Y/N,” he whispers, moving his hand to cup your face. You lean into his touch with a soft smile. “I adore you. I-I can’t breathe without ya. When you left it was like…” he winces, “like my heart got ripped out my chest, like everything hurt. Like I was dyin'. The only thing made me feel better was drugs. I got so drugged up, so high. But when you came back and it was like…a ray of light just burst through all that darkness. Ya voice, I heard it and I just-I woke up. I have never been more alive than when I’m with you. I do love you, Y/N. Darlin, I’ve loved you for…too long now. I can’t even 'member when it happened.”

“Then why didn’t you say something?” you ask, bursting into tears. Your shoulders begin to shake as you cry. He shakes his head, dropping his gaze to catch yours as his hands tilt your face up. He wipes your tears with his thumbs.

“No, no, don’t cry, honey. Please don’t cry, baby. I’m sorry. I know I shoulda but I's scared and too proud to admit it. Every woman I ever said I love you to has left me. The thought of you leavin me for good, forever? I can't take that. I couldn’t imagine it and I don't want to. I was horrified you’d leave me again.”

“I will never leave you, for as long as you want me,” you say, grasping at the chain around his neck. “I promise you, Elvis Aaron Presley, I’ll never leave you.”

“You better not,” he replies and you both chuckle sadly. “Cause I got a lot of makin up to do.”

“What do you mean?”

“For the shit I put ya through. All those late nights and long days, the way I treated ya like an object. The things I said to ya, horrible things. I don’t mean none of 'em and I intend to make it all up to ya.”

“Yeah? How are you gonna do that?”

“I got some ideas,” his eyes drop down to your heat and you playfully smack his arm with a giggle.

“Elvis Presley. Behave, daddy.”

“I do have one idea that I think might just be the perfect start.”

“And what’s that? A shopping trip to replace all the things I sold to save your ass?”

He says nothing in response but takes your hand in his. Your smile begins to drop as he runs his fingers repeatedly over your ring finger. You glance down at your hand and then back up at him with wide eyes.

“Y/N, I been the dumbest fool there ever was. I wasted so much time that I shoulda used bein devoted to you. You give me purpose in life, you give me strength, and you give me the will to dream. I want ya to share that dream with me. Marry me.”

Your smile flattens and all you can do is stare at him. Your heart is racing. The question you never, ever thought you would be asked by a man like him. The Elvis Presley wants you to marry him. Starstruck doesn’t even begin to cover it. You shake your head to bring yourself back to reality and glance down at your naked fingers.

“Well," you say, laughing through happy tears that threaten to spill from your eyes. "Then I guess you better propose."

“What do you mean? I just-”

“A real proposal, Presley. On your knees, with a ring, in a place that’s not your bedroom, please.”

"I'll work on it."

He grins and shakes his head, jolting forward and knocking you down on the bed. You giggle and try to fight him off as his fingers dig into your skin, tickling you up and down your body. When he pulls away, he gently brushes his nose against yours and then presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. You smile and pull him down for a kiss.

───── August 16, 1977 ─────

“I just don’t know how to move on without him. The house and everything are just so…empty now,” you say, sniffing back another tear that threatens to fall.

“I know,” Trixie says, reaching out to hold your arm. “It was all so sudden. I just can’t believe he’s really gone.”

You nod as you both stare at an old photograph. You smile sadly and run your thumb over the glass. Putting it back down on the counter, you wipe a tear from the corner of your eye and turn your back on him forever.

“I can’t either. We lost someone very special. A once-in-a-lifetime man.”

“How is he handling it?” Trixie asks, gesturing out the front window toward the man who’s playing football with her fianceé.

“It’s been hard on him,” you say with a sigh. “Edmund was his favorite dog. He was such a good dog, too.”

“Poor, poor guy,” Trixie says, and you shoot one last look at the photograph of your beloved pomeranian dog, Edmund. “At least Elvis is doing better. I’m so glad to hear that therapy worked so well and so fast, too.”

“You’re glad? How do you think I feel?” you say and Trixie laughs. “He does look so much better and healthier, though, doesn’t he?”

You glance out the window at your husband, smiling as you absentmindedly rub your palm on your stomach. You bite your lip as he tackles Trixie's fianceé.

“Do you two need some private time?” Trixie asks.

he throws you a sideways glance with a suggestive quirk of her eyebrow. You shake your head and giggle.

“No, of course not. If you think I’m in the mood to have sex when I’m like this,” you pat your hand on top of your very pregnant belly, “then you’re the one who needs therapy. Even if my husband is the hottest man on earth. At this point, I just want the thing out.”

“Oh, speaking of babies, I think they’re here!” Trixie says, pointing down the drive. You smile at the sight of the familiar car driving up the way.

“They are, indeed! If you'll excuse me, Trix, I'd better rope him in,” you say, taking your leave to approach the husbands. “Elvis, honey, Priscilla and Lisa are here.”

Your husband's head shoots up, his enthusiastic expression complimented by a grass stain. You giggle and shake your head. His disheveled hair flops up and down as he hops over to you with a wide grin. Your eyes catch his bright blue ones and he wraps his arms around your waist. Holding you as close as he can with your belly, he presses a sweet kiss to your lips. You scrunch up your nose and push him away.

"You taste like grass," you laugh.

He shrugs and chuckles.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"

You both turn at the sound of little Lisa Marie's voice. You smile down at her tiny figure as it runs up to her daddy. At nine years old, Lisa is beginning to look a lot more like her mother. But you can still see parts of Elvis in her, like the straightness of her nose and the soft downward tilt of her eyes.

Elvis kneels down and Lisa runs into his arms. He picks her up and spins her around as she giggles and laughs. Your gaze lifts up to see Priscilla and her new husband approaching you. Smiling, you hold your arms out and Priscilla gently wraps herself around your shoulders, rubbing your back gently.

"Priscilla! I'm so glad to see you, and Lisa, of course," you say.

You bend at the knees and scrunch down to allow Lisa to tuck herself into your arms. She rests her head on your belly, her ear pressed against the skin.

"I don't hear anything. Is she still in there?" Lisa asks, glancing up at you.

"Yes, she is. Although, I hope not for very much longer," you reply and shoot Priscilla an exhausted expression.

Priscilla laughs and nods. She steps forward and presses her palm to your stomach. You sigh happily.

"I'm sure it won't be much longer now," she adds. "You look ready to pop to me. How are you feeling?"

"My feet are swollen, my back is killing me, and I'm thinking about selling my soul to the devil for a good night's sleep. So, pretty standard for this late in the trimester, I guess."

"Oh yes, that sounds about right. It'll be over soon. I know Lisa is just ecstatic about having a little sister to fawn over. Have you decided what to call her yet?"

You nod with a smile.

"Love. It was Elvis' mother's middle name."

Priscilla smiles again and your conversation is interrupted by Elvis giving Priscilla a big hug.

While they get to talking, you take the opportunity to observe the guests at your summer party. A retired Vernon and his new wife, Dee, are sitting together on lawn chairs talking to Lisa Marie and some of the other kids. Steve and Jerry are drinking beers while their wives and children play cornhole. Trixie and Max — yes that Max who turned out to be a perfect match for your absolute best friend in the entire world — are lounging on a picnic blanket with plates full of classic summer barbecue.

You snap your attention back to Priscilla, the woman you long considered to be an enemy. Now, she's one of your best friends. It was easier than you expected to work out your differences, especially after you became engaged to Elvis. Lisa Marie was always a priority and turned out to be the best possible bridge to friendship for you and Cilla. Anyway, you both have a lot more in common than you previously thought. One of your favorite shared activities is poking fun at Elvis behind his back. Priscilla is the only other person in the world who truly understands.

You married Elvis less than a year after your engagement. Then, you took a lengthy honeymoon, a cruise across Europe. Elvis finally got to visit so many of the places he always wanted to see. Italy and Greece were his favorites and were so incredibly, almost unimaginably, romantic. You dream every single day of going back.

And you might be able to soon, with the release of Elvis’ newest album, the shining star of this summer get-together. "Dreamer" is the first album Elvis has released since March 1974 and the very first album he's released without the name Colonel Tom Parker pasted all over it.

After several months of settling back into life at Graceland, Elvis did receive threats from the Colonel. You'd called up Jerry and met with Trixie's family friend Mr. Benson to get the cease and desist order finalized before presenting it to the Colonel's people. After a bit of arguing back and forth and a final threat of taking his ass to court, the Colonel finally backed down. It all happened just as you and Jerry had suspected. Agreeing to settle out of court, the Colonel was ordered to repay Elvis back for 50% of what he'd stolen. Although your goal was to take everything Colonel had, every half of a cent felt like a win on Elvis' behalf.

With that situation finally resolved, Elvis became desperate to get back into music. This time, he wanted to do it his way. You watched with unmatched pride as he threw himself into gospel, the genre that had always spoken to his innermost soul. He continued to record with RCA and produced an album that he's happier and prouder of than any other piece of music he ever recorded. You could always tell his passion rested with this kind of music, music that matters, music you can feel in your soul.

As you look at him now, sitting on the grass and drawing shapes in the dirt with Lisa Marie in his lap, you know it. The void he'd been nursing back to health for so many years, that he'd been trying to fill, to replace, to erase. It's gone. He's finally healed.

Later that evening, after all your guests have left, you settle down in the living room with Lisa to watch a movie. Priscilla and her husband dropped Lisa off for the next week and you have plenty of plans to keep the little girl entertained. As you get settled on the couch, Elvis brings you a glass of water. You shoot him a thankful expression. He leans down and gently presses a kiss to your lips. When he pulls back, you slowly and begrudgingly open your eyes, smiling up at him.

“I love you,” he whispers, rubbing his nose against yours. You scrunch yours up against his.

“I love you, too.”

Your husband settles down on the other side of the couch and Lisa cuddles in between you, completely invested in the movie even though it’s just started. You readjust as a painful cramp rages in your stomach. You’ve had quite a number of them today. But, as with the others, you breathe through it and push further into the cushions.

You all sit in silence as you watch the film. Soon enough, Lisa has fallen into a deep slumber, her head nestled onto her daddy's tummy and her feet resting on your thigh. You feel Elvis’ fingers intertwining with yours on the top of the couch and glance over at him. He winks at you and you squeeze his hand before refocusing on the movie.

You only make it about five more minutes before you suddenly realize that you’re sitting in a wet spot. You gasp and look down to see that your water has most definitely broken.

“What’s wrong?” Elvis asks, jumping to his feet and walking around Lisa Marie to get to you on the couch. You place your hands on your cramping belly and glance up at him.

“I hope you’re ready to be a daddy again,” you say breathlessly.

“Well, thank god I have extensive experience. In both departments,” he replies immediately with a crooked smile.

“You may have extensive experience but that doesn’t mean I didn’t have my fair share of daddy issues," you quirk an eyebrow and he chuckles. "Now, get over here and get me to the hospital before I pop.”

“Yes, mommy,” he says and then pauses, his face flattening in embarrassment as he looks up at you.

“Mommy, huh?”

~ The End ~

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[nerdieforpedro]

12/17/2023 Weekend Update

We’re halfway through December already! The year will be over soon, so weird but it does happen every year. Anyhow, let’s get started.

Nerdie, you’ve got some new graphics. It looks…the pickle is starting at me.

Is it? Eh, it probably feels like it. I’ve been playing around on Canva after looking through other people’s accounts and masterlists. I’ve made some progress. The lists I’ve updated so far:

Dieter Bravo Masterlist (Betty liked this one so I’m leaving it as is.)

Frankie Morales Masterlist. (I found a side profile pic that screamed Frankie to me, I made it the largest picture.)

Joel Miller Masterlist (He screams to me that he drinks whiskey so it’s on his page also I edited the middle picture because you gotta understand how broad he is)

Dave York Masterlist (The Dave I wrote is a sadistic man who might be softening a little. I might have gotten a soft pic or two in there.)

What else have you been up to this week Nerdie?

Session Three of the Sard’ika Sessions went up. We’re half way through Space Buddies. I want to thank everyone who’s been reading and following along. Your comments and reblogs are always very sweet and have some great takes.

We did a Fic Authors Self rec this week in the tag games and we all gave five of our own fics we would recommend to readers. If you’re a writer and would like to do some signal boosting, you can try it out as well.

I was in the mood for some Dieter Bravo this week. I read quite a few fics with him in it and I somehow forgot that I had written a second chapter of my Dieter Bravo series that I started a couple months back. 😅 Yup, too many WIPs and not enough focus will do that.

The series is revolves around Dieter and our OFC Maya who is traveling to her younger brother’s destination wedding. She meets Dieter and chaos ensues. I made Dieter a goat papa and Dee may have an issue with the man who plays Poe Dameron. I won’t say his name because Dieter doesn’t react well to it at all.

Both chapters are on the Dieter Bravo Masterlist. I am working on chapter three. No clouds were harmed in the creation of the chapter.

How do you forget you started a series Nerdie?

Well, I kept reading others people’s fics, starting WIPs based off of different ideas and it fell off. I have three other series that are “paused” too. I haven’t had any ideas for them.

Plus I have two different challenges to work on and that are due soon.

What are those?

One is that pickle staring at you: The Pickled Peña challenge. Open to all writers who wanna try it. Have some fun trying to figure out a Peña pickle. Instructions are in the hyperlink above.

The other challenge is, well, involves Pedro characters, we were assigned one to get pegged. It’s the Peg That Middle Aged Man or PTMAM 2024. Go big, go forth and peg on! I think, but I have an outline. So, yeah… 😭 Totally on goal there.

We should know by know not to ask, it never goes where we think it’s gonna go. What else?

We spoke in our group about astrological signs. We had a very good discourse led by @goodwithcheese who told us what our sweaty palms looked like and gave us more insight. Pretty fun actually, I pondered I pondered hard.

I started another WIP (because it feels like I start a new one every 3 days) about Joel and Layla from my Sugar series. Them at Christmas, Joel spending more time with her family, what happened when he met them the first time, where they are now. The nylons will make a return, because I’m not sure I can see Joel without them now when I write him. It started out being @morallyinept ‘s fault but it’s all mine now. I won’t shift blame on that one.

Is there anything else Nerdie?

Just one more thing, I made volume 4 of my fanfic author recommendations so please check out their work and make sure to reblog. 😊

Stay warm, hydrated and safe,

Love Nerdie ❤️

#weekend update #Nerdie speaks #Nerdie fic recs #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #dieter bravo #joel miller #the mandalorian #frankie morales #dave york #Sard’ika Sessions

[poly-losers-club]

Title: Supplication || Author: scorpiod || Status: Complete || Rating: Explicit || Word Count: 14,172

Summary:  The ritual of Chüd is more involved than they all thought. Bill volunteers for it. Isn’t that what a leader does?

AKA the one where they all gangbang Bill.

>> LINK <<

#PLC fic rec friday #if you want to rec a fic check out the About page for instructions #poly losers club #poly losers #the losers club #fic

[jaime-brienne-fic-exchange]

Exchange Posting Guide

Hello, friends and frenemies! We are less than three days away from the collection opening, which means I have a tension headache every morning I wake up and remember that I have to finish my exchange fic. The no-fault defaulting deadline has passed, but if you realise you will not be able to finish on time please, please let us know ASAP anyway so we can get a knight writer to write your recipient a gift.

On the other hand, if you have completed your exchange fic draft, please remember to tell us before the 1st! About a third of the participants already confirmed they’ve finished their fic, and we say:

Okay, now with the collection opening soon, here’s some FAQ on posting!

First off, how dare you?

Honestly, I ask myself that all the time, and the answer is there is no answer. We knew what an exchange would be like. Chances are, you did too when you signed up because many of you were here last year. We have no one else to blame but ourselves.

How does posting work?

The exchange portal will open on August 1st at 12pm AEST. Once it opens, use AO3 to upload your fic as usual:

Most of the upload process will be exactly the same as usual, but you need to fill in the following two fields:

Fill in the first with “JaimeBrienneFicExchange2021” (It should autofill, but please be careful to select the right collection! This one is the one we're using. Alternatively, you can go straight to that collection and click the “Post to Collection” button on the top right under the banner once the collection is open.)

Type in your recipient’s AO3 name in the second field. Double check your original prompt to ensure you have the correct name. A few people have different tumblr/AO3 names and we don’t want any fics to go awry.

If you've already made an AO3 draft before the 1st, make sure you add it to the collection and put in your recipient's username in the fields we mentioned above, and make sure you change the date when posting (or your fic will be buried). Be aware it can cause some shenanigans where the fic may not appear at the top of the page.

After that, it’s as simple as clicking post! Your fic will be submitted to the exchange and automatically be made anonymous. As the author, when you open your own fic, it will say ‘YourUsername (Anonymous)’, but to other users it will simply say ‘Anonymous’. Author’s names will not be revealed until August 21st, when we click the button to reveal them.

Feel free to reply to comments during that week. As long as you are logged into the account that posted the fic, all of your comments will also be anonymised.

If any of this process is confusing to you, PLEASE reach out to one of the organisers (nire-the-mithridatist/slipsthrufingers/firesign23/samirant/im-auntie-social)! We’re happy to hold your hand through the process 🤗

What about Lil’ Oathkeepers?

I’m glad you asked, imaginary exchange participant that’s totally not me talking to myself! A Lil’ Oathkeeper is a gift that can be any size and shape. It can be art! A video edit! A moodboard! A fic shorter than 1000 words! Or… a fic longer than a 1000 words, but you probably know that. Anyone (you don’t even have to be signed up to the exchange) can make and gift a Lil’ Oathkeeper. We’ll be releasing the prompt spreadsheet and posting instructions on the 1st!

Why is the exchange opening a day earlier than you said?

Because Slips has set the time on the exchange to suit her own timezone. She has to stay up till after midnight to watch F1 cars go vroom vroom and had to deal with being spoiled for every single episode of Game of Thrones on Tumblr and Twitter because it aired in the US while she was at work. This is her own petty little vengeance and she will not apologise for that.

Also it’s easier for her to keep everything straight in her head this way. Mathematics is not her strength. We’re kindly moderators though, so here’s a handy timezone conversion for you.

Why do I need to let you know by the 1st that I’ve finished my fic if I can post it anytime during the following week?

So we can find a knight writer ASAP. The sooner we know that you won’t be able to complete your fic, the sooner we can find someone to fill in for you. We don’t want anyone to be disappointed.

Do I have to post ON the 1st of August? I’ll be AFK for the day because my cat has a piano recital!

No, you can post it anytime between the 1st and the 7th. If you can’t or don’t want to post it on Sunday, then you can absolutely wait until later. We anticipate that the bulk of fics will be posted over the weekend, but if you want to post it on the 6th, then that’s absolutely your choice. Just be mindful that your recipient may be worrying why they haven’t received one.

Also tell your cat we’re rooting for them!

I really overshot the 1k limit and need to post multiple chapters. Should I post them together and drop my 40k prompt fill in the tag all at once, or can I stagger it throughout the week?

You must have a complete posted story by the 7th of August, unless you have reached out to us to make alternate arrangements. If you want to post your story over the week, you can. If you want to post it all at once, you can. As long as your prompter gets a completed fic in the posting window, we don’t mind.

(Also, look at your life, look at your choices! It was a 1k minimum!!! Buncha overachievers in this fandom, I swear 😂😂😂)

Can I thank my beta in the notes of my story?

Absolutely you can! The betas of the fandom be working HARD this week, they definitely deserve recognition. Just be mindful of including anything in your notes that might reveal who you are. You could choose to name your beta, or just thank them generally and add their name after authors have been revealed.

What if I don’t receive a story?

It might be because your author hasn’t posted it yet - they have the full week from the 1st to the 7th to post their story. It also might be because your fic needed a knight writer to write it. If this is the case, know that your knight is probably working very diligently to complete it, but might not be able to complete it within the window. If it looks like your fic will be significantly delayed (like until after authors are revealed) we will contact you directly to let you know what’s up.

What’s the etiquette around thanking my author?

A kudos and a comment is pretty standard. It’s up to you how long your comment is; we don’t write comments with our heads, we write them with our hearts. Just keep in mind that a person out there spent time working on something just for you and make sure you show your appreciation, even if the story isn’t exactly what you expected!

Can I promote my story?

Please don’t do this until authors have been revealed through the collection.

Can I rec my gift story?

Absolutely! Share the love! You can choose to rec it while it’s still anonymous, or wait until the authors are revealed. It’s up to you.

I’m not participating in the exchange, but I want to get into the spirit of the week. What can I do?!

Well firstly, read any of the 102 fics we expect to be posted that week! Read them and enjoy them! Leave a kudos! Leave a comment! Leave ten comments! Write rec lists and share them on Tumblr or Discord or TikTok, wherever it is that the cool kids hang these days!

What’s for dinner, nire?

Chicken, seasoned with my own tears.

I have another question that hasn’t been answered in the FAQs

Either send us a message through tumblr, or get in touch with one of the organisers privately. We’ll get back to you ASAP!

#jaime x brienne fic exchange #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #asoiaf #game of thrones #posting guide #jaime x brienne #braime #102 fics in a week! #are you prepared for the deluge?

[fairydust-stuff]

Yut Lung Lee fic rec list

Yut Lung Lee fic recs: Fanfiction focused and centered on Yut Lung lee. (No yuesing because that deserves its own list) Also none of my own stories are on here because that would be Cheesy. 

Its My fault I know I'm selfish by Livesinbooks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27619817

A time loop fic about Yut Lung being forced to relive that night in Golzine's manor until he gets it right. It's a simple premise but a solid character study that really grasps the complexities of Yut Lung's character and team Ash even grows with him. A must for Yut Lung and also Eiji fans this is a great redemptive fix-it fic.

A Cabin in the Woods https://archiveofourown.org/works/27435316

Eiji and Yut Lung get captured by a serial killer and have to save each other's butts. It does a good job with its cold take on Yut Lung's phycology and actually utilizes both of their skills while keeping both their personalities intact. Its listed Ash x Eiji but its actually an Enemies to friends fic that's very Yut Lung centered.

Silence is Enough by Mackerel _ pizza

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20616266

Yut Lung and Eiji meeting at Ash’s grave

Why you should check it out if you think Eiji got screwed over by the end of the series and are interested in stories exploring both Eiji and Yut Lung’s grief and reactions in the after math of Ash’s death. This is the oneshot for you.

Reversal by twoheartsx

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16734120/chapters/39636393#workskin

A reverse universe where Ash is evil and Yut Lung ran away from his brothers years ago and is the gang leader who found out about Banana Fish.

Why you should check it out- Ash makes a delightful villain and seeing Yut Lung and Eiji who aren’t superpowered beings struggle against him is an interesting role reversal.

Easier this way by Aella - Antiope

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15902712

Just Yut Lungs pov on the bedroom scene with Dino

Why you should check it out

Its makes a dark situation humorous due to Yut Lung’s snark and exasperation with Eiji and also has a bit of a complex dynamic between them.

Wingless Child by trillingwire https://archiveofourown.org/works/16235846

An alternate take on what happened before Dino showed up in the bedroom scene.

Why you should check it out well its hardcore Yut Lung X Eiji and it really does feel like it nails Yut Lung’s character and the roller coaster of emotions he feels towards Eiji during this fic is just captured incredibly! I’m also a sucker for Yut lung instructing Eiji on anything. This is one of the more believable Yueiji fics and it is one of the better takes and this is what made me at least dabble in Yut lung x Eiji

Wanting Crescent by Drunk Yeet

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16213781

Blanca x Yut Lung fic

Why you should check it out

I’m not a Blanca x Yut Lung or even a Blanca fan but this really captures Yut Lung’s insecurities about Blanca & Ash and his dysfunction about caring for Blanca and just these two dumpster fires in general. Its a beautiful fic and well crafted and if Blanca x Yut Lung is your jam might as well purchase the brand name jam.

Numbness (with a side of denial and tears) by beyondmyreach

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15928760

A Yut Lung character study about his thoughts on Shorter Wong

Why you should check it out

It really puts into words Yut Lung’s implied feelings toward Shorter Wong and its a overall good character study about his death affected him.

Soft.. by catpoop

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16232690/chapters/37946075

Yut Lung through the years

Why you should check it out

A character study that explorers Yut Lungs abuse and his toxic family relationships its sad but does a good job of filling in the blanks of canon focusing mostly on Yut Lung’s childhood.

Catpoop also has another fic called past forged boundaries as well, only five chapters.

But the premise is Yut Lung running away and ending up in Chinatown and meeting the Wongs and its still really good. So i’ll leave that link down below as well. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16413449/chapters/38425235

Complex Crystalline by Groombella123

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16590188 Drunk Yut Lung menacing Eiji set during Eiji’s time as Yut Lung’s prisoner.

Why you should check it out

If you like Yut Lung and his messy complicated feelings for Eiji and with a dash of one sided unrequited love on his part this is the fic for you.

Though shapes and shadows by twoheartsx https://archiveofourown.org/works/16413599

An examination of Yut Lung & blanca dynamic

Why you should check it out

If you like blanca & Yut Lung angst this is a good one to check out honestly.

The End of something by Angela https://archiveofourown.org/works/16718452

An aftermath of Ash’s death story

Why you should check it out Yut Lung dealing with his grief and guilt over Ash’s death and the author's spin on it is great. Also great use of oc character that ties into the story well.

Half a Letter by Hamliet

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17110589/chapters/40240322

It maybe labeled ash x Eiji but the core of this fic is Ash & Yut Lung’s relationship

Why you should check it out

An Au ending to the story that makes sense wraps up three character arches/dynamics in a satisfying way and Hamliet is just a really great writer who crafts action packed suspenseful stories that capture the characters very well.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16267535/chapters/38039114

A link to another Hamliet fic called Stray Phoenix

an Au where Yut Lung realizes Shorter is about to be killed and saves him in time.

Why you should check it out

You should check out all of Hamliet’s fics, but this particular one is one of the best Yut Lung redemption stories i’ve seen and once again it wraps up everything more satisfyingly then canon. Also one of the best Yut Lung x Shorter fics i’ve read.

Lost in you tonight

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16650073

Yut Lung mourning Ash’s death

Why you should check it out

If your like me and starved for Ash x Yut Lung content this is a good one to check out also the Sing & Yut Lung dynamic is really sweet and lovely.

Fever by Miles Libertatis

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16866739

Yut Lung brings a sick Shorter rice porridge

Why you should check it out

You think a premis like this would be cute but its angsty as frick it does a good job of nailing both characters and how tragically doomed it is anything could develop between them.

the robbing the nest by zechariahfour (sodas)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17006610

Yut Lung in the aftermath of the slaughter of his family

Why you should check it out

If your like me and think that Yut Lung’s murder of his brothers kids was poorly handled in terms of it supposedly being his full dark side moment but never showing the frigging after math to the point where it might as well not of happened. This is a good dark one shot that adds some much needed exploration to that situation.

Dancing on the Blade by Inked Page

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17002401

Yut Lung and Shorter playing with knives

Why you should check it out Flirting attraction between two people who could kill each other. This is one of the more morbid Yut Lung x Shorter fics which kind of makes it great.

I Can still Hear Her by orphan account https://archiveofourown.org/works/17151815

Yut Lung telling Blanca all the ugly truths about what he went through

Why you should check it out

orphan account is an author that is very good at handling dark content and this one is no exception this author takes the subtext of Yut Lung’s childhood during Banana fish and makes it overt text.

Endless nightmares is another good Yut Lung by the same author focusing on Yut Lung’s alcoholism and recovery.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17321861

Somewhere along the lines i forgot what love is by petitlionhomme https://archiveofourown.org/works/17120294

Yut Lung holding Eiji captive like in cannon but they fall in love

Why you should check it out

This is one of the better Yut lung x Eiji fics and one of the few where Eiji returns the feelings its a nice slow burn that takes its time and goes back to a time in cannon where Eiji wasn’t quite so peeved at yut lung and it could have worked.

Also this author wrote a dark series where one of the one shots has a Yut Lung focus

Its called Prince on a broken throne

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17365550

Blighted by Judar chan

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17321573

Yut lung x his brothers

I kind of hate myself for suggesting this one but the power plays between the three of them are well written even though the explicitness of the whole fic is uncomfortable as hell. Also Yut Lung devious scheming side is in full effect and seeing him brought to his lowest still trying to grab whatever power there is, its just great characterization. If your easily triggered i’d avoid this one but if you do enjoy fictional power plays and messed up sex stuff maybe check this one out. They also have another fic called Spoiled which has similar themes.

Splitting image by epan

I don’t want to give this one away, because reading it and finding out is the point. I'll just say its tragically beautiful and leave it at that.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17299862

Better then you by Val Creative

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17365550

Yut Lung x Shorter Au take on the scene where Shorter pins him down

Why you should check it out

If you like your soy sauce confused and angry this is the fic for you.

Cricket by artemis date

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17921990

Yut Lung and Eiji strike up a relationship while in Paris

Why you should check it out if you like angst ridden doomed romance stories this would be right up your alley.

Dangerous Weapon handling by Fallon Kristerson

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18585589

Shorter Yut Lung and a conversation about guns

Why you should check this out

You like your soysauce with a dangerous Yut Lung and adrenaline junkie Shorter this is for you.

Calm time by Carmel rose

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18584803

Yut Lung x Arthur

Why you should check it out

Scheming villains and power plays if you like villain pairings this is one you need to check out.

East of eden by flakes https://archiveofourown.org/works/18608308/chapters/44117839

And its sequel Wild Rose https://archiveofourown.org/works/21545941/chapters/51362707

I know both are Yut Lung x Shorter they are in spanish and i know google translate isn’t the best but darn it these fics deserve more attention and its worth it to try and decipher the meaning even if your not a Spanish speaker due to the lovely slow burn and character development.

The same language by frozenyogurt

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19272427

Once again not in English but as a well written three part one shot series known as guns and Lavender centering around an AU where Ash met Yut Lung first its more than worth the trouble. Especially since it is one of the best Ash x Yut Lung fics and honestly inspired my own fic writing.

Burning Cities and Napalm Skies by dia dove

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21639952/chapters/51601735

An Au where arthur survives and him and Yut Lung both try and cope with the past and look to the future

If villains healing together is your jam and you sympathized with wanting better for Arthur this the fic for you. Mirror Image by Kaen Okami

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22188835

Another drabbel about Yut Lung and his mom

Why you should check it out

Its just another very good character study focusing of Yut lungs grief for his mom.

CD’s and Mottorbikes by Asmicarus

Yut Lung gets lost Shorter finds and takes him home

Why you should check it out

I don’t want to give too much away but Shorter and Yut Lung dancing to billy joel is just one of the highlights of this fic. If your into fluffy soysauce this is one you’d enjoy.

Ice cold meltdown by knoxoursavior https://archiveofourown.org/works/23652046?show_comments=true#comments

Yut Lung sinking into despair

Why you should check it out

The language is beautiful and the picture it paints just gives me chills every time i read it. Honestly this author has several good Banana fish fics both angsty and sweet that are Yut Lung centered but you may want a box of tissues on hand just in case.

Nemeseia Lunaris by Amigara https://archiveofourown.org/works/19351834/chapters/46040242

Eiji is killed by Shorter and the rest of Ash’s group is finished off by golzine craving vengeance Ash accepts Yut Lung’s offer of an alliance.

Why you should check it out

Its an Ash x Yut Lung slow burn with solid characterization and really explorers the dynamic between these two as well as giving more presence to some of the more minor villains. i’m not sure where the fic is going but i’m loving it so far and i really think you guys will not be disappointed if you give this one a chance.

Deep in Love by ladycrazy13

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25635673/chapters/62230915 Yut lung x Ash fighting zombies which is also why you should check out this dark fic

The Killers by Aeriel https://archiveofourown.org/works/22392976

Another Blanca x Yut Lung fic (considering i suggested a few non con incest fics on this list i might as well rec a few of these too)

Why you should check it out

The characterization is great and the Blanca and Yut Lung dynamic is one i could see happening on screen. Once again don't want to give to much away but if your looking for Blanca x Yut Lung that feels like it could be cannon this is one of the better ones. (Also its not about Blanca's frigging dick! for once)

serpant twining by Aoftheis https://archiveofourown.org/works/17644940

Blanca tries to be a good person and mostly succeeds but still is a bit creepy honestly

#banana fish #yut lung lee #I know we're starved #I went though every page on Archive of our own #fanfiction #rec list #these are the best #I've got every pairing here #check them out the authors would really appreciate it

[yoonminficrec]

Features of YoonminFicRec

Hi everyone! We’re here with a brief reminder on some of the different features of the blog. Read on to see the different ways you can engage with YFR!

The Beta Page

Interested in being a beta? Visit the submit page for instructions on how to be listed on our beta page. Need a beta for your fic? Check out the Beta Page to contact a beta who matches your needs! 

*The page includes betas for ships other than Yoonmin, as well. 

Submissions

Really, really want us to read a Yoonmin fic you absolutely loved? Wrote a fic and would love some readers? Visit the submit page for instructions on how to rec us a fic! 

The Masterlists Page 

View an organized collection of the fic masterlists we have made in the past on the Masterlists Page. We will be making new masterlists to add to this page over time. (iPhone users, visit the FAQ for a work-around if the masterlists page does not work for you.) 

The Tags Page

Check out the tags page to help you find fics we’ve recced that match your needs. 

The Admins’ Favs

Curious about the admins’ personal favorite fics? Check out our favorites pages: Admin N, Admin C, and Admin Y. 

#info

[stuckony-summer-stocking]

Treat Instructions!

The fills have been posted! 90 incredible Stuckony stories for you to enjoy!

For the next week while you enjoy guessing who made them all, we’re encouraging you to put extra treats in people’s stockings. You can do this in two ways: Discord or Tumblr. 

Below the cut, you’ll find a list of the folks who have requested treats linked to their tumblr stocking post. You can reply to/reblog the Tumblr stocking post and share the treat there! 

Or!

You can head over to Discord and share it there. You can do this through DM if the person allows, or @ the recipient on our STB Enthusiasts 18+ Discord server if both of you are there. (Are you? You should be! We’re guessing who created the amazing fills over there all week!) We’ve created a special channel - #stocking-party - just for this purpose.

Treats do not need to be Marvel or Stuckony-themed, but they certainly can be! Here are a few examples for how to make someone’s day even brighter: fic comments, gifs, pictures of animals, recipes, moodboards, and Flame really likes being told she’s pretty - just to name a few. Exactly like the fills, this is open to everyone and anyone who wants to make someone’s day.

Anyone who signed up for a stocking - be sure to check your stocking post for treats! Treats are open until October 3rd. But if you want to keep sending love to each other after that, well, we’re not going to stop you!

Treats are CLEARLY LABELED on the stocking posts as treats, so please be careful to follow wishes carefully! Click through the readmore for the full list of treat requests or click here for the archive of stocking posts.

betheflame - "I love gifs, and jokes, and anything to do with any of my fanworks. Puppies are just joy in photo form to me."

FestiveFerret - "I love allllll animals, especially ferrets. I cook, knit, crochet, and garden. I love pictures of pretty yarn, kind messages, anything to do with any of my fanworks, puzzles and brain teasers."

HogwartsToAlexandria - "Moodboards! Playlists! Love notes! (🥺) Fun pics and thirsty ones! Snippets of your own headcanons about the boys! Additional prompts you think are great! Reclists of shortish fics (anything over 3k I'm less likely to read, sorry!) Links to artsy time-lapses (they're a drug of mine..) and anything that came across your dash you think I might like. Commenting on your favorite of my fics if there's any you like. Stick figure drawings about anyhing at all... I just love gifts 🥺😍💕"

ashes0909 

Bill_Longbow - "Mini Avengers cross stitch patterns"

hundredthousands - "Fanart, moodboards or headcanons of any of my prompts or likes would be loved!"

Corsets_and_Cardigans - "Moodboards, Baking recipes, anything fall or Halloween themed, pictures of cute animals. I knit, sew, cross stitch, and bake, anything themed there."

RedToni - "musicals, books, sims, social work, singing, baking"

DepressingGreenie - "Chickens. Secretary birds. Gardening (I'm particularity fond of: food gardening, native Australian food plants, Food Forests, cottage style gardens, and heirlooms plants). Dragons/Wyverns + other mythological creatures. Snakes with arms or hats... or both. Puns. ...and anything to do with any of my fanworks."

Wiggle - "moodboards, I haven't put up prompt or ask posts in forever come hmu, headcanons, stick figure art, wild AU ideas, gifs of the boys, puppies, and anything to do with my fics/writing"

realityfallsapart - "I do like to bake 👀👀"

Fearlesslexi - "I love pit bulls and reptiles so pictures of those would be amazing"

willidothefandango (nagth) - "Movie and podcasts recommendations (anything mysterie and science fiction themed) and pics of cute cats and dogs (specially weiner dogs!) are all appreciated"

RoseRose - "Kitty pictures are awesome! Really, any adorable animal picture. Dragon pictures. Anything to do with any of my fanworks. Silly headcanons are also fun! Also, fic recs!"

JimmieJive - "I don't quite get this section but, SNAKES, I love snakes. Actually any cute animals are great. Was thinking of trying cross stitch so any beginner patterns are cool too." "

Ruquas - ""I love recipes. You have a recipe that you absolutely adore and would eat only if it was socially acceptable? I would love to try it. And pictures of landscapes. Doesn’t matter from where, with water or without, with animals or without, but I love landscapes"""

Skeeter_110 - "Moodboards, art of any kind, recipes, prompts"

JacarandaBanyan - "Moodboards are always fun!"

goindownshipping - "I love to cook! If you have any go-to recipes, I'd love to try them out. I'm not picky!"

newtypeshadow - "Fanart, foxes and kitsune, wolves and werewolves, dragons, funny pics and gifs, cute animals, anything to do with my fics, recs, headcanons, marvel meta."

Not_Crazy_Just_a_Fangirl - " translations of my fics, book recs, pokemon, fanart, song lists, recipes, dnd oneshots?, anything really"

justanotherpipedream - "I love to cook and always love trying new recipes! Puzzles, animals, gif sets, cat/dog videos, fun crafts, colouring pages."

mayamoksin - "Art would be cool. :) Also interesting but simple baking recipes. Any minimalist tattoo designs would be awesome to see. Maybe an idea for a new tumblr username."

Dodo - "sewing patterns for plushies, and cookie and pie recipes."

asphxdels - "moodboards, playlists"

nativemossy - "PLEASE send me pics of your pets or advise for my garden lol"

ABrighterDarkness - "I love, love, love foxes! I mean, I love animals period but foxes are <3 <3 <3. Moodboards, gifs, anything to do with my fics/writing, got any one-pan/pot-wonder recipes to share? I also love reading and learning the 'weird but true' type fun facts/trivia!" "

Huntress79 - "- cooking recipes (only in German and/or English, please), from wherever in the world you are! - cute pics of baby kittens, dolphins - knitting and/or crochet patterns (again, only in German or English, please)"

Publisher021 - "Mood boards"

iam93percentstardust - "Moodboards! Playlists! Prompts! Cats! Foxes!"

Faustess - "Funny or fandom cross stitch, lower carb recipes, cats, owls, moodboards, gifsets, memes - all kinds of stuff!"

MercurialMagpie - "my favorite animals are foxes, cats of any type, and Western dragons"

seleneaurora - "art, recs, cute animals"

Aquatigermice - "I like dogs, fish (Bettas), Tsums tsums, cake, tigers, snow and coloring sheets." "

OddConfection - "- I am always looking for new things to bake, so recipes are welcome! - Dark fairy tale/witch aesthetic - The moon/space - Mythical creatures. - Libraries"

MassiveSpaceWren - "Recs for the things I like, recs for TV series that are nice to watch without super much attention (for example while drawing). Anything with feathered dinosaurs."

groffiction - "love crafts, art of any kind, stuffed animals, drawing, stickers, horses, cats, dogs, wolves, etc."

lokivsanubis - "fresh laundry, betting on random things, dogs."

LadyUkkey - "Art~! Playlists! Stories!"

#mod post #treat instructions

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of fics with wall sex. Happy reading!

1) Larry Drabble #2 | Mature | 465 words

Harry gets Louis off against the hallway wall.

2) We’ll Call This What You Like | Explicit | 1602 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis didn't know what to expect when he dragged the cute boy from the dance floor to the bathroom, but it wasn't-- this.

3) The Arsehole and the Prick | Mature | 2545 words

It's all because of a brown boot.

4) And There's No Other Place I'd Ever Wanna Go | Explicit | 2714 words

AU where harry finds Louis, aka his old best friend - in the park so he takes him back home with him, has a struggle at first but then Louis gives up and goes with Harry. OR JUST where Louis rides harry into oblivion and Louis spaces out but rides Harry hard and fast with shaky thighs and small whimpers. Coming hard oh and round two is where harry fucks him against the wall with force.

5) Ruined Tea | Explicit | 3136 words

Louis' simply trying to make tea, but Harry has other plans, feeling a bit possessive after seeing an interviewer checking Louis out earlier in the day.

6) Be My Favourite Problem | Not Rated | 3181 words

It's a known thing that Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson hate each other. There's not a day without a fight and nobody knows what it's even about. Niall's got the idea that they just have to fuck it out. And, well, maybe he's right.

7) Makes Me Think About You (So I Wear It When I Sleep) | Mature | 5143 words

Note: Technically it’s just frottage against the wall in this fic, but it was close enough that we included it.

He’s never been a morning person, even when he’d lived with Harry, who got up before seven every morning regardless of his work schedule. Of course, the days he had to be up early then, he’d be woken up by the smell of food, maybe a blowjob, maybe just tender kisses to the base of his spine.

Now? It’s the ghost of Harry’s smell combined with the week old takeout containers piled in Louis’ bedroom. It’s Louis wrapped up in Harry’s old Fleetwood Mac sweatshirt even though he hates sleeping with clothes on, and the promise of another long and pointless day filled with too much life and not enough Harry.

8) Lovin' You | Explicit | 6736 words

Louis has a thing for karaoke and maybe Harry likes to sing duets with him.

9) Gnossienne | Explicit | 11276 words

Louis sets a challenge for himself; it gets a bit out of hand.

10) Holding Back The Flood | Not Rated | 11454 words

Louis Tomlinson has always been the star of the Manchester Megalodons, beloved by his coach and looked up to by his teammates. He won’t stand for anyone stealing his limelight, especially Harry fucking Styles...

11) Have You Coming Back Round Again | Explicit | 31086 words | Sequel

It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.

Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.

Louis jogs across the street and jabs the key into the car door. It opens easily, not that he was expecting anything else. He copied the key for a reason, after all.

He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis.

12) Book Worm | Explicit | 37018 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

“Dad said this is his very favourite place to go,” Leon divulged, much to Louis’ embarrassment.

“Did he?” Harry’s olive eyes flicked to Louis, lips quirking in a way that didn’t match his beige cardigan.

“Yeah and he said you have the best books. May I look?” He asked, smiling winningly.

Leon had inherited Louis’ blue eyes and his mother’s dark hair, his smile quickly becoming a replica of his father’s.

“You may,” Harry permitted and Louis set Leon down.

“Don’t destroy anything,” he instructed. “And if you so much as crease a page then bring it to the till because I’m going to have to pay for it…”

Leon raced straight to the back of the shop and threw himself onto the beanbag seat front first.

“I put the Kama Sutra back on the top shelf, by the way,” Harry told him with a dimpled smile. “You left it by the Hungry Caterpillar.”

13) Louis Lucas | Explicit | 67999 words

Note: This fic has mentions of top Louis.

Pornstar!AU. Louis is a pornstar with more issues than he can drink away. Harry is a bisexual singer/songwriter who is desperate to be signed to a major label. Zayn and Liam are Louis's long-suffering best friends (who also happen to be pornstars, and also happen to be dating each other). Niall just wants to play his guitar.

14) Waiting On You | 76576 words

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#fic recs #larry #wall sex #bottom louis #top harry #blp #blp fic recs

[safeklancewriters]

Fic Rec #4

Date ending: May 21

Below the cut are the fics chosen by us for our monthly rec! Including two community rec’d fics

You can also check out our rec page HERE for future and now past recs, and use the filters and tags to find something you like

If you have a fic to submit or rec, feel free to! But please read our FAQ first with rules and instructions on doing so <3

YOU’RE ALL THE WARMTH I NEED BY CHERITSUNDERE Rating: Teen Pairings: Keith/Lance | Hunk & Keith & Lance Additional characters: Allura | Coran | Pidge | Shiro | Matt | Lance's Family Tags: Tales of Zestiria AU | sorta - Freeform | Oblivious Lance | platonic klunk | Friends to Lovers | Friendship | Found Family Stats: Words: 6253 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: In this world, Spirits, or Seraphs as they are better known, and Humans live in perfect harmony with one another in a symbiotic relationship. Humans provide Seraphs with energy through a bond with their happiness while Spirits in turn help Humans with their magical abilities, such as providing light magic in their house, blessing them with luck charms for good fortune in their occupation, or even preparing food or giving transportation to them. Lance has been bonded to his best friend Hunk, an earth seraph, since they were little kids. Together they work at Lance’s family-run grocery store, where Hunk helps grow the produce and Lance does just about anything else. It isn’t until meeting and bonding with an abandoned fire seraph that Lance truly feels his life is complete though. With the new addition to their home, Lance finally has all he really wants in life. This is the story of that fateful day, of the days after that, and of the day that Lance became probably the luckiest human in the world.

FATED BY KATSUDONACE

Rating: Teen Pairings: Keith/Lance Additional characters: none Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy | Alternate Universe - Magic | annoyances to lovers | Fate | Fate & Destiny | Curses | Witch Curses | Curse Breaking | Alternate Universe - Wizards | Wizards | Fortune Telling | Prophetic Visions | Fluff | Light Angst | Keith can't cook | Mutual Pining | Pining Keith | Pining Lance | Hurt/Comfort | Abandonment Issues | Soul Bond | Self-Esteem Issues | Lonely Lance | Socially Awkward Keith Stats: Words: 11283 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: In a world of magic, Lance is a wizard and traveling performer. He possesses a special talent, the talent to read the fates of those he meets, which he uses to bolster his act. Life is good, though lonely, until he meets a hermit wizard named Keith, and both have their fates changed forever.

SAY MY NAME (AND EVERY COLOR ILLUMINATES) BY TALKING_BIRD Rating: Teen Pairings: Keith/Lance | Hunk & Lance | Hunk & Lance & Pidge | Keith & Shiro | Keith & His Dad Additional characters: Keith's Family | Lance's Mother Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates | Dreamscapes | Alternate Universe - College/University | Alternate Universe - Modern Setting | Alternate Universe - Flower Shop | Alternate Universe - Reincarnation | Colorblind!Lance | cheesy montages | Fluff and Angst | Angst with a Happy Ending | its the happiest ending tbh | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Mutual Support | Pining Lance | Cancer | it's not keith or lance tho | Minor Character Death | Slow Burn Stats: Words: 27834 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: “Well, that’s what you are, right? My subconscious talking to me? That’s what my aunt says dreams are, but it’s kinda weird that my subconscious hasn’t seen the ocean before since I’ve been around the ocean my entire life.” “What? No! I’m--I’m not your subconscious, I’m your--” Keith starts, but he slams his lips together in a tight lock, then looks at the waves, while Lance sits up taller and leans in closer to him. “My what?” “Just--!” Keith starts, getting frustrated and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m real, okay? We’re not--this isn’t--we’re having a shared dream.” Lance never thought he had a soulmate, but when he finds himself dreaming about a boy on Varadero Beach and in a southwestern desert, he learns they have an incredibly rare soul link–-one that allows them to form an unusually strong bond before they meet, but also exposes their greatest vulnerabilities to each other.

DARK BLUE CHAPTER 10 BY TALKING_BIRD Rating: Teen Pairings: Keith/Lance | Hunk & Lance | Matt Holt & Shiro | Keith & Shiro Additional characters: Shiro clone | Allura | Pidge | Lotor | Coran | Ezor | Zethrid | Narti | Acxa | Alien OCs Tags: Corrupt!Lance | Corruption | Mind Control | Manipulation | Emotional Manipulation | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Canon-Typical Violence | Canon Compliant | Canon Continuation | Self-Esteem | Mutual Pining | Angst | Lance-centric | Slow Burn | Major Character Injury | Injury Recovery | Angst with a Happy Ending | Reunions | Kidnapping | Prisoner of War | POV Multiple | Free-indirect discourse | Quintessence used as a mind control device | Garrison flashbacks | Action/Adventure | Female Pronouns for Pidge | Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | canon continuation of season 3 | Team as Family | broganes Stats: Words: 115078 Chapters: 10/19 Summary:  As the war between the Galra and Voltron continues, Lotor has a plan to tip the odds in his favor including a well-placed android, the power of quintessence, and a kidnapped Paladin. Good thing Lance was never the complacent type.

BREAK EVERY CHAIN ON ME BY KATSUDONACE Rating: Teen Pairings: Keith/Lance | Keith & Krolia Additional characters: Kolivan | Lance's Family Tags: Blade of Marmora Lance | Blade of Marmora Keith | Season 5 Spoilers | Post-Season 5 | Angst | Angst with a Happy Ending | Mutual Pining | Pining Keith | Pining Lance | Abandonment Issues | Self Confidence Issues | Violence | Injury | Visions | Trials | Keith and Shiro are Adoptive Siblings | Mother-Son Relationship | Cuban Lance | Homesick Lance | Lance is Bad at Feelings | Keith is a Mess | lotor is evil | This fic works under the theory that Shiro is a clone | Insecure Lance (Voltron)Socially Awkward Keith (Voltron) Stats: Words: 14406 Chapters: 1/1 Summary:  Lance is tired of no one listening to him, tired of his fears and concerns being brushed aside. With his suspicions about Shiro and Lotor being ignored, Lance decides to go to the one person group that he knows will believe him, Keith the Blade of Marmora. However, emotions run high and situations become complicated. Lance must grow to move forward, but that's easier said than done when his insecurities bind him. Keith was finally carving out a spot for himself in the Blade, finally feeling as if maybe he belonged somewhere. That's until his mother decides to return to the main base, and his crush suddenly shows up unannounced. It's hard for him to face his feelings when he's so used to fighting them. He needs to confront his issues or forever be locked in place, never finding a place where he fits.

THE STARS ABOVE NEVADA BY QUASARII Rating: Teen Pairings: Keith/Lance | Keith & Shiro | Hunk & Keith & Lance & Pidge | Keith & Pidge Additional characters: Iverson | Keith's Father | OCs Tags: Major Original Character(s) | Gay Keith | Bisexual Lance | Laundromat AU | a dash of angst | lowkey slow burn | Gays In Arcades | Wannabe Contemporary Novel | Coming Out | Lance Likes Philosophy | Bilingual Lance | Cuban Lance | Texan Keith | Pretentious Philosophy | Alternate Universe - Laundromat | Don't Ask Me How This Fits Into Canon | Galaxy Garrison | Keith has Social Anxiety | Shiro Is Flawed But We Love Him | Pre-Canon | i guess | Don't Examine This Too Closely | some time skips | finished fic | Greek Mythology References | if nevada-boo was a thing like weaboo i'd be it | a ton of broganes Stats: Words: 92071 Chapters: 36/36 Summary: “Tell me,” Keith asked, finally tearing his eyes away from the sky to look at Lance. Lance frowned in confusion. “Tell you what?” “What the desert whispers into your ears.” – One night, a few hundred years into the future, in a dark laundromat in the middle of the vast Nevada desert – Keith ends up meeting Lance by a turn of fate. When they meet again in Galaxy Garrison for their junior year, an unlikely friendship blooms between them, as lively as the star-scattered skies, and as strong as the desert wind.

OUTWARD HONOR FOR INWARD TOIL BY ASTRAL-KLANCE (KILLJOYCATLADY) Rating: General Pairings: Keith/Lance Additional characters: Pidge | Shiro | Allura | Matt | Lotor Tags: Slow Burn | Alternate Universe - Royalty | Arranged Marriage | Enemies to Lovers Stats: Words: 28070 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: As the rival nations of Márea and Altea form an alliance after years of tension and border issues, Prince Lance is forced to deal with a treaty that is far too involved in his personal life, an infuriating Altean knight surrounded by shady rumours, and the rising threat of the Galra empire closing in on Lance's kingdom.

Community Rec

ON THE LINE BY NOTROVER Rating: Teen Pairings: Keith/Lance Additional characters: Shiro | Allura | Pidge | Hunk | Coran Tags: Alternate Universe | firefighter keith | Policeman Lance | Work-related Incidents | Pining | Mutual Pining | Allura is a great wingman | And Lance has a dog | also this is so cheesy im | Shiro's a total bro Stats: Words: 14357 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: “Is it as fun as it looks? Sliding down the fire pole, I mean.” Lance’s voice was full of curiosity and what sounded like a tinge of envy. His breath curled into small clouds due to the cold. Keith pretended to think about it. “No, it’s not.” He paused and gave Lance a smirk. “It’s more fun, actually.” Lance laughed. “Way to rub it in, Red.” “You asked,” Keith said, grinning. Lance made a face. “I’d let you try it for yourself,” Keith continued, “but it’s a sacred right of brotherhood handed down from fireman to fireman. I’d be kicked out if I let you try.” Keith pretended to get teary-eyed for a moment. “Shiro would be so upset.” Lance scoffed. “You’re so full of it, Red.” But Keith could hear the laughter that threatened to bubble out of Lance’s voice and suppressed his own smile. “Maybe. But you’ll never know for sure.” Alternatively: Keith is a firefighter and Lance is a cop.

WE’RE INTIMATE ACQUAINTANCES (TANGLED UP AGAIN) BY NOTROVER Rating: Teen Pairings: Keith/Lance Additional characters: Hunk | Pidge | Matt Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates | Fluff | Light Angst | Alternate Universe - College/University | Time Loops are a thing | also it's not a date but it's totally an aquarium date Stats: Words: 6301 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: When Lance wakes up to the second Monday in two days, he knows there's only one explanation: He's come into close proximity to his soulmate. If he doesn't want to be stuck repeating the same day for the rest of his life, he needs to find his soulmate. The only problem? He's started falling for someone else.

#skwficrecs #monthly rec #fic rec #ficrec #april #may #safeklance #safevoltron #ficrecs

[bane-of-brooklyn]

Special Edition  💙 All Time Favourites

Those of you who know of my Malec Fic Rec page (link does not work on mobile!) might have noticed it got looong. And while that’s a good thing, it can also get overwhelming to decide what to start with. So a while ago I started to mark my all time faves, the stories I’ve re-read countless times, with hearts. I thought I’d share :)

Enjoy!

Amazing Series

💙 The Blind Spot by @lecrit - Alec arrives late to his internship at the hospital and the most stunning, glittery doctor he ever laid eyes on steals his parking spot…amazing story full of clever innuendos and flirting <3

💙 Stars Aligned by @lecrit - Hollywood AU with Oscar-winning actor Magnus Bane and his PA Alec Lightwood. Idiots in love, mutual pining, fluff, sex - all there <3

💙 My Life With You by @crazyellephantrambles - College AU with Med student Magnus and reluctant Law student Alec, who has a passion for cooking. I can’t describe this one, but it’s basically perfect! So much fluff and perfection <3 <3 <3 just read it!

Multichaptered Love 

💙 In Need of an Outlet by @blj2007 - this started as a meet-cute in a coffee shop, full of innuendos and went to become so much more <3 I love this so much <3

💙 Eyes On Me by @clockworkswans - When a new same-sex dancing rule is made, Magnus is determined to prove this is a good change. All he needs is a partner for ballroom dancing… <3 I am SO IN LOVE with this fic :D It’s fluffy and perfect, and I have a weakness for dancing :D

💙 Addicted To You by @imawriteriwrite - Magnus and Alec both don’t do relationships.They just hook up, regularly. But they can do it without developing feelings, right? Wrong! <3

💙 My True Love Gave To Me by @imawriteriwrite - Magnus gets stuck reliving Christmas Eve and discovers Alec Lightwood might not actually be horrible after all. Baker!Alec <3 Kind of enemies to lovers <3

💙 Fools Rush In by Maleciseverything - In which Jace’s bachelor party in Vegas ends with Alec getting married….to a guy he just met.

💙 Bright Lights, Small Town  by @lecrit - When his mother dies, Magnus is practically forced to live in Nashville, Indiana, for 6 months, with all its weirdly friendly small town inhabitants. Apart from the vet that is, there’s nothing remotely friendly about him. Enemies to Friends to Lovers <3

💙 In the Sin Bin by @otppurefuckingmagic - Alec, goalie for an ice hockey team, gets Magnus Bane as his new agent. He hates him at first sight. Very slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers. It’s amazing!!! <3

💙 Kiss With A Fist by @clockworkswans - Alec’s first Clave-assigned kill hit on assassin and thief Magnus Bane does not go according to plan when he ends up saving him instead…

💙 Magnus Bane’s School for Young Warlocks by Insomiak - in which Alec is a single parent, who reluctantly brings Max to Warlock school and proceeds to fall for his teacher…it’s not all domesticity and love, there’s quite a lot of suspense and drama, too! <3

💙 The Blue Bird by @ketzwrites - Alec and Magnus meet on Twitter…“@IzzyInHeels Excuse you. I’m expecting an apology in the form of casual meeting with Hot Brother ASAP” <3

💙 Strange Love by @malec-on-ice - Magnus needs Alec to be his fake boyfriend. That wouldn’t be such a big problem, if Alec wasn’t hopelessly in love with him. Absolutely amazing fake dating AU <3 idiots in love at its best <3

💙 What Are We? by @punkbeen - and another awesome fake relationship AU <3 Alec needs a pretend boyfriend to go on a family vacation with, so his family stops pestering him. It might not feel so fake quite soon… <3

Cute Oneshots

💙 It’s a Yes from Me by @ketzwrites - reclusive singer Alec Lightwood gets roped into being a judge for the Angel’s Voice. And there’s one contestant that’s especially talented as well as intriguing…love this so much <3

💙 Trust Me @ketzwrites - Magnus has the perfect plan to put Jace, the arrogant brat whose presence he has to suffer at every damn street race, in his place. It involves seducing his attractive brother, so it is obviously an amazing plan. Right? <3

💙 I Want to Root your System by @ketzwrites - when Pandemonium magazine needs new tech equipment, Magnus is not thrilled. But he might yet begin to love technology - if instructions come in the form of Alec Lightwood, CEO of Light Inc. Very very cute story, lots of feels! Also - computer innuendos :D 

I hope you liked these - check out the full list for more (I love all of the stories on there so so much)

#malec fic rec #malec #malec fanfiction #malec fic #I know I also need to update the list #I have quite a few new ones bookmarked to go on the list soon #or soon-ish...might be winter by the time I have time to do it #but I hope you enjoy the best of #ketz takes a whole category :DDD #that was not deliberate :D #malec fic rec update

[cap-ironman]

Cap-Ironman Newsletter: October

Catch up on all the news!

#newsletter #stony #stevetony #superhusbands

[chameleonspell]

the very model of a modern literarian

@sunderlorn was complaining about his editor telling him he ought to use adverbs like a Normal Person. And, as you can tell, I have way too much unfulfilled brain-capacity right now, ��cause this is what I’m doing with that.

This is what happens when you’re my friend. I’m so sorry. I guess it’s kinda a fic rec, too? Go read his stuff.

Once he was done yelling WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? he said I should post it.

I am the very model of a modern literarian, I've information narrative, poetic and grammarian, I know the rules of syntax, I can verb a noun and conjugate, Recite the use of clauses, independent and subordinate. I specialise in assonance, I supervise each syllable, Your spiritless suggestions are both asinine and risible. My elements are layered with a grace that's rare and sensitive-- So miss me with that adverb or I'll split your damn infinitive. (CHORUS: Yes, miss him with that adverb or he'll split your damn infinitive! x3) My metre and vocabulary rival that of Cicero, You think you can do better, pal, then come and fucking have a go. In short, in terms of rhetoric, both classic and barbarian, I am the very model of a modern literarian. I paint a scene in simile, each image subtle and unique, My gorgeous three-page metaphors would bring a tear to Mervyn Peake. My characters are nuanced, their emotions real and visceral, You dare instruct the Muses what's grammatically permissible? I'm elevating language, my technique multi-dimensional, So if I break a rule, then make a note: it was intentional! I graduated Cambridge, with a Masters they were proud to give-- And you don't get to tell me what I can't do with an adjective! (CHORUS: No, you don't get to tell him what he can't do with an adjective! x3) I've read my way through canon from Jane Austen to the AO3, I'd know the opening to My Immortal writ in Dwemeris, I catalogue my fanfic with the zeal of a librarian, So tag me [#very model of a modern literarian] (CHORUS: So tag him [#very model of a modern literarian] x3) Stop getting so hung up on these pedantical semanticals Who wants to live their life as hardline grammar sycophanticals? What matters is communication, words that conjure shock and glee, Don't bludgeon all the life out of them, craving mediocrity. I know my style and audience, they're wrapped around my finger, bro, Got readers leaving comments consisting of just "aaaaaaaa oh no" My stories evoke sympathy, both personal and general, Check out my massive wordcount, and then tell me, who's ephemeral? (CHORUS: Check out his massive wordcount and then tell him who's ephemeral! x3) In closing, please consider: I'm myself an expert editor, Quit picking at my opus, like some nit-voracious predator, I know what I am doing, fam, I'm not just being contrarian, I am the fucking model of a modern literarian! (CHORUS: He is the fucking model of a modern literarian!!! x3)

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Title: We Go Together || Author: sa00harine or @poetromantics || Status: Complete || Rating: Mature || Word Count: 6435

Summary: Eddie wasn’t feeling particularly able to do anything. Scratch that, it was beginning to feel like the world was falling apart around him. He had not a single guess as to why, but he’d woken up with that familiar dreaded tightness in his chest and fog in his head, and he just knew that today was going to be a shit day.

That found him discreetly throwing on a fluffy jacket over his pajama set- Mike’s fluffy jacket, and heading to his car. On days like this Eddie found it cathartic to just drive, drive, drive. The others would assume he was at work anyway. He’d accumulated enough sick days to take a day off once in a while, so it was fine.

The plan seemed logical and good until an hour and a half later, Eddie had stopped the car in a vacant parking lot because his hands were sweating too much to safely grip the wheel.

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Title: Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mrs. || Author:  BirdBirdBirdBird || Status: Complete || Rating: General || Word Count: 2090

Summary: "When we get married, whose last name are we taking?"

It's a question that's haunted them for years.

"What do you mean, when?" Stan asked, peering down at Richie, who was happily cuddled between Bev and Stan's legs with a blanket across his lap.

"Stan, we all fought the embodiment of hell together, I assumed marriage was a given." Richie shrugged. 

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Title: The Grandest Finale || Author: @oldguybones || Status: Complete || Rating: Mature || Word Count: 5343

Summary:  “Come one, come all! Witness the marvelous wonders of anatomical regeneration. That’s right! Step right up and see it with your own eyes. What appears before you is an ordinary man! But what you are about to find out is that he is, in fact, extraordinary!”

The dense crowd gathered around the small, makeshift stage erupted with a course of “oh”s and “aw”s. They all watched mindlessly as Robert Gray, owner of the sideshow, bounced around the stage, adorned in the costume of his alternate persona, It was the namesake of their show, Pennywise’s Traveling Sideshow; every day he dressed and made himself up in the most unsettling, superfluous clown get up.

Rumors amongst the performers said that the red streaking his face was, in fact, the blood of children stolen from their parents while attending the show. With each stop in their traveling show, children seemed to go missing at an alarming rate and it showed no signs of slowing anytime soon.

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Title: Untitled || Author: @oldguybones || Status: Complete || Rating: Explicit || Word Count: 2905

Summary:   Anonymous asked: ooh could you do the “try and stay quiet for me” for ot7 please

I may have gotten carried away with this. So enjoy almost 3K of OT7 Smut. 

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