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dollyyss · 5 months

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WRITE MORE STAN SMUT PLSSS I BEG

PEOPLE ARE SIMPINH FOR THIS MF HOLY- I DIDNT THINK I WROTE HIM THAT FUCKING GOOD- OKAY OKAY LEMME JUST.. LEMME JUST WHIP IT UP REAL QUICK FOR EVERYONE.

I think I may also start linking songs that i listen to while writing these.

Also for some reason ya’ll are flooding my inbox with this man.. is scary idk what I did to make ya’ll go FERAL BUT TAKE THIS- PLEASE DONT HURT ME

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀, 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀, 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀.

𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ₊ ⊹

𝙀𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥‧₊˚✩彡

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙪𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𐙚

𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜;

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW/SMUT. Some aggression. MDNI

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉’𝙎 hand gripped the red solo cup. In this moment he wasn’t exactly sure if he should have been angry at you or the jackass who thought it right to walk up to you the way he did. His fingers practically ripped the cup apart whilst his eyes tore the guy apart instead. He was seeing red, fighting every part of him to not walk up and beat him to a god damn pulp.

“Careful there Stan, you might even hurt your poor wittle finger”

Cartman patted Stan’s shoulder, laughing at his own stupid joke. When Stan didn’t say anything he only looked to the side for a moment, smile fading. It didn’t take him long to see where the issue was. He groaned rolling his eyes and looking up to the somewhat taller boy.

“What. Are you jealous?”

Stan stared daggers at cartman who whipped his head back, holding his stomach in a fit of laughter

“You look.. you look so fucking stupid jealous, stop.. please stop I can’t breathe, you’re killing me here”

“Shut. The fuck. Up. Or I’ll have you on the god floor next to him”

Stanley spat back, slamming the plastic cup down onto the table of cartman’s house. Cartman put his hands up in Defense watching him storm off.

“Jesus, tough god damn crowd”

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Well. This is how you ended up in your predicament. Sprawled out on Stan’s bed, door locked, clothes thrown here and there, his shirt on the bed beside you, his hands in the progress of taking off his pants.

“Stan please I honestly didn’t think he was trying to flirt, he- he walked up to me and just.. he wouldn’t stop talking, baby you have to listen to me-“

He ignored you. He fucking ignored you. Stanley god damn marsh was good at keeping that stupid annoyed look on his face. Was good at staying mad at you, mastered it even, he could be a fucking prick when he wanted to keeping up the act just to piss you off, to turn it all around on you until you apologized.

“I don’t care.”

“Stan, you have to believe-“

“Fucking Christ.”

He’s in such a rush to pull down his pants, yours included. The poorly dyed blonde tossed them both to the side before letting his tongue drag up your stomach, stoping just below your jaw to bite at the soft spots on your skin, his hands roamed wildly, his touch like fire against the cold skin your nerves produced. His hand finds its spot between your legs, where it always did.. like habit, he worked on you like he knows just how to take care of you. And oh god he did. He knows what felt good, he knew what made your back arch and eyes squeeze tightly shut, what made your silly little mind shut off. He knew what made you twist the way you do.. he knew what made you spew out his name. His lips met your own, kissing with such aggression. His point was clear he was pissed off. He didn’t like people touching you in ways that only he could, he didn’t like people getting to close to what was his.

“If you don’t be quiet I swear to fucking god”

Stan’s hand had been placed on your mouth for the last 15 minutes just to keep you silent but when it doesn’t work he’s about to lose his god damn mind. He stops moving his hips, grabbing onto you and pulling out so he can flip you over.

“Ass up.”

“What..?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself. You heard me”

Within an instant you were ass up and face down. His warm hands caressed at your hips, placing kisses to your back before finding his way back into you. The feeling of you around him earned you a satisfied moan, his teeth chewing down onto his bottom lip to help him focus on moving his hips back and forth in a rhythmic pace. The sound of his skin against yours echoed throughout his room, his fingers finding their way to your mouth. He picked up his pace, his moans practically coming out as growls. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t find any will to stop he needed you to know how much he needed you. How it was him you were with, who you should be with. He wanted to show you how much he can love you. How much he can give you. And fuck was he giving it to you. He grit his teeth to hold back the endless moans he had bottled up, the pleasurable cries he so badly wanted to let out but would wake up his Parents by doing so.

“Tell me you love me~”

Your eyes widened, hands gripping onto the sheets of his bed, his fingers slipped out of your mouth to give your ass a harsh slap.

“Please Baby, tell me, tell me you love me. Tell me you’re mine. You’re mine”

Stan’s pace was quicker then it was before. You tried so hard to speak but all that came out were incoherent words, was nonsense, you were so brain dead, so god damn drained from how much he’d been going. He was becoming desperate. Stan’s hands gripped onto your hips harder, pushing you back onto him each time he slammed back in.

“M’so good, it’s so good, damn good”

His hands slid up your sides, finding himself wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into shoulder. His new angle was just enough to make him almost cum on the spot. Stan’s jaw was slack, breathing heavily. He stopped his pace, earning a whine out of you.

“If I .. I just.. if I keep going like this m’gonna cum..”

“But I want you too~.. for me.. please St-Stan”

“Oh my goddd”

Stan whimpered out pathetically at the way your hips rocked back onto him, his teeth sinking into your neck to keep himself quiet whilst your movements were like torture against his already sensitive length. Once he thought he was able to control himself, he pumped into you at his stupid fucking ungodly pace, he found his stomach knotting, his head hanging low as he was now sat back up, hands gripping your wrists to place them behind your back. He was gonna cum, he was so damn close, he wanted to fill you so badly, to have you leaking because of him. To mark you as Stan’s. And Stan’s alone.

“M’mgonna cum, want it all in you, m’gonna fill you up so fuckin good”

His words are mumbles, ones your brain aren’t catching in this moment all you wanted was for him to be deep.. so deep.. you’re thoughts are cut short when he hits that one sensitive spot, that one spot he’s come to be so familiar with. You try desperately to wiggle out of his lock on your hands but he only grips harder growling.

“If you keep moving I swear to fucking god I’ll have you over my god damn knees. Keep still.”

Stan spoke in a ruthless tone, deep. One you only ever hear when he’s pissed off.. jealous even. His grip kept tightening, leaning down to watch your face twist and contort, at the this point you’d think his hips would’ve been sore, red. They were indeed red and sore but he wasn’t stopping until he had you marked, and it wasn’t long before he did.

“Just stay quiet. I’m right there, just.. fucking hell just stay like that, lemme cum in you please let me, let me.. It’s never felt like this before”

He was speaking in broken breaths, whispering to you.. he was close.. he was right there, right at the rattling end of it all. Stan turned your head enough to place his lips onto yours, right in time for his body to give one last deep thrust, his load stringing out for what felt like forever. His grip to keep you in spot was enough to leave markings, soft purple spots forming under his fingertips. He continued to rest on your shoulder, eyes squeezed shut whilst his body twitched every so often. When he pulled out his lips held back wild moans, desperate to feel you again.

“Jesus fucking Christ..”

He paused, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“are you okay?”

Stan rubbed the small of your back, collapsing back down onto the bed next to you. He watched while you tiredly shuffled closely nodding your head against him.

“Don’t go falling asleep on me just yet, I need to get you cleaned up”

His fingers laced through your hair, lips mumbling against your forehead. He carefully sat up finding a pair of sweats to throw on. Before he made his way to the bathroom across from his room his looked back at you, your dopey smile, half lidded eyes and the work he made of you.

He admired it. Was.. proud of it even. Watching you leak him out.

Maybe making Stan jealous wasn’t so horrible.

#south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x you #south park fanfiction #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x you #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh sp #stan marsh south park #dolly’s fics

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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 11 months

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(Open Rp) “Songs Of the Seas”

Long time ago in a Lovely Small town...It was a Dark and Stormy Night...Saphira was Driving her car With her Groceries...She was feeling In the bad mood because Her Marriage With her Husband Name Daniel Harriet For 5 years went Down Hill...Saphira has Suspicions about Daniels Constant disappearing and Coming Home late at Night..Saphira muttered In Pure Bitterness,” I swear To inari, if i find out if He’s Cheating on me With that Neighbors Wife, I Will have His and Her head on a platter!..and Maybe Just maybe Tell everyone in the whole Small town about this!” She said Furiously...She knew Daniel has a Huge ego..but She knocked some sense into him by hitting his head with a rolling pin...And She made a good House rules as well..., When she got home...She saw her neighbor’s car...She knew something was Up...Saphira storm inside with a groceries..and went to the bedroom and Found Daniel with their neighbors wife Matilda..and she said, Saph: “SO! THIS is what you’ve been Disappearing and coming home that late huh?, Sleeping around With Matilda and Lying to my face Boi!” *Saphira was enrage and Holding a Rolling Pin on her Right hand...glaring at Daniel like a Huge Daggers...and then Daniel Studders* Daniel: “S-s-s-saph, this isn’t what it l-looks like I-” *SMACK!, Saphira Hits him on the head with a Rolling pin and she said* Saphira:”It is What it looks like!, You CUCK ME!! With Matilda!! and also i’m Calling your Husband matilda, so Be prepare for the worse..and as for you Daniel...get out!..and WE....ARE....Getting...A >... DIVORCE!!, I knew i put a ring On the wrong finger because I’m Married to a WRONG MAN! NOW GET OUT!!” Saphira began to Smack Daniels head and Matilda with the pin and Chasing them out...and She called Matilda’s husband...and Boy He was Furious when he heard that His wife Cuck him with saphira’s Now ex-husband...Time passed after the court...Matilda and Daniel was Force to pay Compensation on Both saphira and Matilda’s Ex husband For Damages, Plus alimony as well.. then Saphira Sold the House..and Moved back to her Homeland Which is tokyo, Japan..She doesn’t want to see his Sorry Cucking face again,..Then She decided to Live in the lovely Beach house Near the Mountains and the rainforest...But then..She hears a Lovely male Singing from the sea...She looked around and said” what is that Strange voice?” but then the next day...Saphira hears the Knocking of the door..when she opens the door and saw...

#Open rp #Mermaids #mermens #Romance #Drama

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mlmxreader · 5 months

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For Just One Night | Arthur Morgan x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ you already know. arthur morgan x gn!reader “"It's stupid of me, to think that you would wanna be more than friends" TEEHEE THANK YOU - @mockerycrow ❞

: ̗̀➛ To love an outlaw is to accept fate and to know that your death will be on his hands; but Arthur doesn't want you to accept that, he doesn't.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, mentions of violence/death

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Ever since you had met Arthur, you had had a budding friendship; when he first met you, you were just a lowly farmhand, tending to the cattle more than anything, and he had stumbled upon you when he was trying to escape from a storm.

It became somewhat commonplace after that - he would come over in the dead of night, hat in hand and puppy dog eyes all blue and sweet on you. Almost begging for sanctuary from either bounty hunters or the weather.

It didn’t matter much to you which he was escaping from, always happy to welcome him into the barn where you slept above the cattle. Yet there was one thing that Arthur would never admit to. He would never be caught dead admitting that he enjoyed your company a lot more than as a friend, not in the slightest.

Of course, he wanted to, but he knew that it wasn’t right; pulling you into his life, into what he did. Forcing your hand and making you choose between immediate heartache or eventual heartbreak. He didn’t want to put you into that position.

It was too dangerous for you to be around him. He knew that all too well, and knew that he had to break it off with you as quickly as possible, save you from missing him.

It was late, around twenty past two in the morning, when Arthur climbed through the window in the barn; he found you awake in your spot above the cattle, a little lamp burning next to you as you flicked through a dime novel.

He wanted to smile, but knew he couldn’t as he settled himself next to you all too naturally. You immediately leaned into him, humming softly as you thumbed through the book; Arthur couldn’t bring himself to speak yet, putting his arm around your shoulders as he grumbled softly under his breath.

You eventually closed your book, looking up at him and humming contently.

“Howdy, stranger.”

Arthur’s breath caught in his throat as he blushed a little bit. “Hey… you alright?”

You nodded, pushing yourself away a little so you could look into his eyes for a moment. “You look upset - what’s happened?”

He shrugged, taking off his hat and fiddling with the bit of rope around it. “I, erm… look, I ain’t no good at this stuff, but… I think it’s best I go away… and don’t come back.”

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head to the side. “Why?”

“You ain’t gonna be safe,” he explained, “if I keep comin’ here… you ain’t gonna be safe. It’s too dangerous for me to keep comin’ here.”

You shook your head. “You… no.”

“I gotta,” he whispered, gently cupping your jaw in his rough hands. “I like you a lot, but… I can’t.”

“Arthur,” you whimpered, putting your hands on his as your vision became blurry. “Don’t go, please… I… please don’t go…”

A sting settled in his chest, harsh and cold like the plunge of a dagger; he didn’t want to, but he knew that he would have to in order to protect you from everyone.

The Pinkertons. Bounty hunters. Rival gangs.

He was putting you at risk by being near you. He let out a shaky sigh, clenching his jaw for a moment before pulling away.

“It’s for the best,” he told you.

“I know, it’s… it’s stupid of me, to think that you would wanna be more than friends,” you muttered. “But please… please don’t go… I promise I’ll be good for you…”

Arthur sighed, wishing he could close himself up completely, destroy the part of him that overwhelmingly wanted to stay; he settled back down at your side, moving so that he could rest his head on your stomach.

“I don’t wanna see you get hurt, ‘s all…”

“I can handle a shotgun,” you whispered. “I promise, I won’t get in the way.”

He was still screaming at himself for staying, but when you settled down, almost cuddling into him when he fidgeted around to let you have some comfort, holding onto him so tightly, he knew he didn’t have the strength.

He wasn’t strong enough to walk away, to heed the warnings and to know that he was going to cause your death.

Arthur sighed heavily, shaky as he tugged you closer. “I shouldn’t stay…”

“Please do,” you mumbled. “I… Arthur, I’m… I’m so fucking fond of you.”

A sinking feeling snuggled down into his stomach as he held onto you. “I know.”

Arthur knew it more than anybody; his lifestyle, the path he had chosen and couldn’t wander or stray from, was going to be the death of you. He didn’t want your blood on his hands, but even more than that, he didn’t want you to get hurt; he didn’t want you to suffer the heartbreak when he was eventually killed.

He didn’t want you to suffer the heartache of missing him all the time.

But you were so adamant that, for a few fleeting moments, he thought that he could actually be happy; he thought that he had actually found someone who accepted him entirely and didn’t fool themselves into thinking that he would ever be able to leave his outlaw days.

Yet the risk still weighed heavily on his shoulders, and he couldn’t help it as he grumbled and gently ran his hand up and down your bare skin. It felt so good to be loved, to be wanted.

It felt so good to be holding onto someone who genuinely wanted and needed him there that he was almost about to forget the risk he was putting you in. He almost forgot that danger followed him like an old hunting dog.

But maybe… maybe for just one night, he could try and be happy.

He could try to ignore the fact that he was going to be your cause of death; that he was going to make you hurt in such awful ways nobody could ever imagine.

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roarriita · 1 year

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roommates - ellie williams (5)

femreader!xelliewilliams!

part four, here

content warning: explicit language, use of marijuana, sexual thoughts & acts, toxic ex-girlfriend i think that’s all…

// initial summary: the day after you officially moved into your new college dorm, you decide to take a look around the school, getting familiar to the clubs that they have to offer as well as the libraries, classes and cafeteria. you come back to your dorm in hopes of taking a shower and sitting in quiet solitude, but your plans are disrupted by your new roommate moving in… ellie williams. //

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"ellie... ellie..." you murmured. "the door."

"just ignore it." ellie whispered against your chest. the banging on the door only continued and seemed to have gotten louder.

ellie felt amazing all over you but you just couldn't ignore the angry knocks coming from the door. you grabbed ellie's shoulder and used all your power to pull her slightly off of you. "we need to get the door. our housemates are going to hate us if we ignore it." ellie got off the floor first and then pulled you up.

the auburn-haired girl sighed with pure annoyance as she re-tied her hair and threw back on her grey hoodie. "i swear, this better be fucking good."

ellie followed behind you as you opened the door. on the other side was revealed to be a slightly shorter girl with jet black hair. she had short bangs while her hair stopped right below her earlobe. she was also dressed in all black and wore a very angry expression. although, you didn't recognize her, the girl beside you did. "kat?"

with a confused expression, you looked at ellie then at the supposed kat. "ellie."

"what the hell are you doing here? how did you even find me?" ellie looked almost scared. your confused expression morphed into a worried one as you noticed how tense ellie got.

kat didn't answer any of her questions, instead she looked over at you, picking you apart with her eyes and sloppily putting you back together. the enraged girl scoffed with a slight smirk when she noticed the multiple hickies on your neck. before you knew it, kat had stormed inside of the dorm. ellie followed quickly behind her and grabbed her arm. "i'm going to ask you again, what the fuck are you doing here?"

after you shut the door, you flickered on the lights. "oh, that's better." kat ignored ellie. "i like having the lights on when my girlfriends alone in a room with another bitch."

your heart sunk. "girlfriend?" you turned to ellie, completely ignoring the insult kat threw at you.

"no, no." ellie shouted then turned back to kat. "not girlfriend. we broke up. we broke up a week and half ago!"

you internally sighed in relief at ellie's clarification but were still anxious over the situation. the kat girl continued to shoot daggers into you as she spoke to ellie. "you call leaving someone a shitty breakup letter before moving all the way across the fucking country a real break up. mhh, no we have unresolved business."

to calm yourself, you walked past the two girls and picked up the blunt ellie forgot to put out. you took a long drag of it as ellie rolled her eyes at kat. "i left you a letter because every time i would try to break up with you in person, you'd shoot me down and manipulate me into staying with you."

you leaned back onto ellie's nightstand, feeling an overwhelming amount of stress. "yeah ellie, because i loved you, i still do." kat admitted. "when you love someone, you fight for them."

you frowned. love. ellie had some serious unfinished business with her ex-girlfriend and still choose to make a move on you. was i just going to be a rebound? a hit it and quit it kind of deal? were her feelings for me not as real as my feelings for her? the thoughts that ran ramped in your head made you feel like absolute shit. ellie looked at you, her eyes filled with tears.

ellie forced her eyes back at kat and she spoke in a low and shaky tone. "please kat, leave. i don't want you here."

"i am not fucking leaving." kat cursed. "not without you at least." you noticed the look of fear and distress in ellie's eyes as she stood there. she was frozen, unable to speak or move.

"this is my fucking dorm too." you spoke up and took one more drag of the blunt before putting it out on the nightstand. "get the fuck out." the smoke escaped your lips as you spoke.

"excuse me?" kat turned to face you. "who the fuck do you think you are?"

"the bitch that's throwing you out of her dorm." you cursed at kat as you backed her up to the door. "now, if you don't mind, i have to wake up early tomorrow to do laundry and i'd like to get my whole 8 hours of sleep so please get the fuck out." you opened the door and with a slight nudge, kicked her out of the room. you slammed the door in her face, not caring anymore if your housemates found you and ellie unbearable.

you leaned your forehead against the door and cursed under your breath. when you turned around, you saw ellie laying on her bed. she looked like she was in shock. you walked over to her and sat on the edge of her bed. "are you okay?" you asked.

"i don't get how she found me." ellie said, fear being more than evident in her voice.

you knew people didn't like their ex's but the way ellie was reacting is something that you hadn’t seen in most people. she's genuinely afraid and shaken-up. your hand rubbed her shoulder, causing her to close her eyes and let out a shaky breath. "do you wanna talk about it?"

she opened her eyes again and looked at your worried expression. "i don't want to burden you."

sadden by her response, you laid on your side, in front of her and caressed her cheek. "hey, you could never be a burden to me. tell me what's going on?"

ellie grabbed your wrist, taking a moment to appreciate how kind you were, even after her crazy ex just ruined your night. "kat and i started dating in freshmen year of high school. at first, she was perfect. she felt like my dream girl, but i don't know, things changed a few months into our relationship. she started showing her true colors." ellie explained.

"what's she actually like?" you asked, in a low whisper.

"abusive, manipulative, a compulsive cheater." ellie struggled to get out.

"abusive? like physical or just mental stuff?" you can't imagine anyone ever getting the leg up on ellie. she was a tough girl, her glare alone was intimidating.

"no, not really. a lot of it was just mental and emotional shit," ellie answered. "she liked playing mind tricks, purposely starting screaming matches and making me feel like absolute shit whenever i did or said something she didn't like, i-"

ellie couldn't find it in herself to continue. you assured her it was alright by brushing her hair behind her ear. "it's okay, you don't have to keep going. i understand, i'm so sorry you had to put up with her bullshit." you held back the tears that wanted to spill for her.

"it's not your fault." ellie’s voice cracked.

"i know," you said. "i'm still sorry."

after a few minutes of ellie finding immense comfort and security in your touch, she spoke again. "i'm sorry too... for hurting you."

"what’re you talking about?" you questioned.

"i saw the way your face fell when kat said she was my girlfriend and how your face fell again when kat said she still loved me." ellie said. "i don't want you to think i was just using you."

"we don't have to talk about this right now." you assured her.

"but i want to." ellie said. "when i kissed you, i was just doing what felt right to me and trust me, you feel right to me a lot of the time."

the comment made you smile. "but, you're not ready for a serious relationship right now?"

"not even a little." she hesitantly admitted.

you stared into her comely green eyes and sighed in disappointment. "although that was the last thing i wanted you to say, i respect it. i'm okay with just being friends if it means i can still be something to you."

ellie felt relieved by your reaction. she was so used to getting shit on for not being able to control her feelings or thoughts, that she feared you might've stormed off. ellie wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to her. you knew you should've gotten off the bed. this was not helping you get over the auburn-haired girl but it's just for tonight. ellie needs you, just for tonight.

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when morning came, you were the first to get up. you took a very long shower, hoping it’d wash away ellie's touch. it’s been an hour and yet you could still so clearly remember her fingertips on your bare skin, her warm breath against your neck and the way her green eyes lingered in such a needy and helpless way over your body. you groaned before turning off the shower and getting out.

by the time you were done drying yourself and getting dressed, the fog on the mirrors cleared up. a small gasp left your lips as you caught the numerous of hickies ellie left on your neck and chest. you knew she left some but not this many. you walked out the bathroom to try to find something to cover it with. "oh, are you done in the shower?" ellie asked as she set her phone down.

"yeah..." you said. you were hoping she’d still be asleep.

“why are you going through your stuff so franatically.” ellie questioned

"i just need to- uh-" when you turned around to face ellie, she tried her best cover up a grin.

"holy shit, i did that?"

you couldn’t help but laugh at her shock. “you’re such an asshole. obviously.” you turned back around to your dresser to look for a hoodie.

"hold on," ellie got off the bed. "you left some questionable marks on me too." ellie walked right in front of you, took off her hoodie and lifted up her tank top. your hand went to cover the smile on your face as you stared at the scratches around her waist.

"in my defense, their somewhere you can't see." feeling confident in your argument, you uncovered your mouth. "so, it's not the same thing.”

ellie rolled her eyes. “yeah, whatever. i’m gonna take a shower.”

“good, you smell.” you stated.

“like what?”

“misery.” you half-jokingly said.

“wow, okay.” ellie said as she grabbed her towel. “oh, and please wait for me before going to the laundry room. i have like almost no clean clothes.”

you looked over at the dirty pile of clothes on her desk chair. “got it."

once ellie was in the shower, you let out a long and deep sigh. you loved, but at the same time, hated how normal ellie was acting. on one hand, it’s feels good to still be on speaking terms with ellie and not have it be so awkward and stiff between the two of you, but on the other hand, it almost feels like brushing off what the two of you have… no, had was entirely too easy for her. or at least that’s how it seemed to you but are things ever really what they appear to be?

in reality, ellie was just as hurt as you, probably even more. not only is she hurting but she doesn’t even know if she has the right to hurt, she’s the one that ended it; so what was the problem? ellie slightly smirked to herself in the shower as she remembered the marks she left on you. ellie felt bad for what she did, she was sure you didn’t appreciate having your sex life on display for the entire world to see but she did. when people stare at you, they won’t wonder what happened. it’s clear to see, what happened, someone gave you hickies, someone was lucky enough to have you under their touch. what they will be asking is who it happened with. even though ellie didn’t wish to pursue a relationship with you at this very moment, is it wrong for her to still not want others to even send you a second glance?

ellie's fingers trailed over the scars you left as her head tilted up at the shower head. her eyes were shut as she envisioned last night again but not just the part where you two made out. ellie thought about the way you held her hand for the first time at the party, the way your lips wrapped around your first blunt, the way you kicked kat out when she didn’t have the energy or strength to do it herself and the way you comforted her afterwards. you were so heavenly. ellie couldn’t think of a single flaw you possessed.

she cursed over the fact that her ex-girlfriend destroyed her capability to let others in, to love and to commitment. with a bitter expression, ellie went back to her cold and depressing shower, only being able to think about you.

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part six, here

// authors note: i just wanna start off by saying, i am so sorry for anyone who thought the last chapter was ellie and (y/n)'s endgame chapter. maybe i'm projecting my lack of a love life to this fanfic but oh well. if i can't be happy then ellie and (y/n) can't be either, haha just kidding... kind of XD. but seriously, things will get better, you just have to trust the process!! constructive feedback is always encouraged! i hope you guys are having an amazing day and if not, i am sending wishes for that to change immediately. //

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Long Live The King

Pairing: Jotun King Loki x Asgardian female reader

Warnings: swearing, mild violence (nothing graphic), nothing else I don't think......

Summary: Alrik and you make it to your destination.....but things don't go according to plan

A/n- thanks so so much to @mochie85 for all the wonderful ideas and proof reading for me!!! 💚💚

Part Eight--Part Nine-

Loki stormed from his chambers, Leinriek following close behind as he made his way towards the main entrance. The sound of his boots echoing against the stone walls "Have Fenrir brought to me at once, there is no time to lose." Loki said sternly adjusting the furs clasped around his shoulders "yes my king." Leinriek said quickly running out towards the stables. Loki looked out into the night, snow swirling in the wind causing a wall of white, the storm had moved in sooner then he anticipated. He looked down, tighting the straps of his boots before moving up to the thick green tunic, the leather wrapped tightly around his torso to shield him from the weather.

"My king." He heard, looking up seeing Leinriek, Fenrir following close behind him, his red eyes glowing against the white. "Very good, thank you Leinriek." Loki said pulling the straps of his scabbard across his chest tight ensuring the daggers strapped to his back stayed in place. "Where do you think they are?" Leinriek asked as Loki walked over, placing a hand on Fenrirs muzzle "If I know Alrik, he is going to try to get the asgardian off this realm." Loki said rubbing Fenrir's snout "there is a portal, two days walk from here...I believe that is where he has taken her." Loki said jumping onto Fenrir's back. "But my king, what if he's already made it?" Leinriek asked furrowing his eyebrows "the asgardian cannot handle the harsh climate here, he would have to make camp to try to keep her warm." He said, a ping of jealousy running through him at what that might entail.

"May the gods be with you my king." Leinriek said bowing as Loki guided Fenrir towards the mountains "keep an eye on the princess, do not let her out under any circumstance, you are in charge until my return." Loki said digging his heels into Fenrir's side as the large wolf took off in a sprint. He leaned forward shielding his face from the snow, the wind whipping around him as his fingers gripped Fenrir's fur "come on boy, we must make haste." He yelled onto Fenrir's ear as he felt the wolf speed up, his long legs carrying them at breakneck speed. Loki closed his eyes, praying to the norns he wasn't too late.

Alrik stretched his arms above his head, hitting something hard he opened his eyes looking around at the white that surrounded him, remembering the events of last night when he felt you stir next to him, looking down seeing your small frame pressed up against his side. "Y/n, you must wake." He said gently shaking your shoulder. "Mmm five more minutes." You murmured making him laugh "come on y/n we must get moving, I am sure they have noticed your absence by now." Alrik said slowly sitting up, bending his neck so he wouldn't hit his head. "I don't want to." You murmured again, burrowing deeper into the furs as Alrik crawled to the small opening he had made in the snow.

The wind outside howled at the entrance, peeking his head out his vision was flooded my white, the wind kicking up the snow from the ground mixing with the falling snow creating a curtain of white. "Damn...come on y/n, there is a storm upon us." Alrik said crawling back towards you pulling the furs from around you "Hey! I was sleeping." You snapped sitting up "unless you want to do ao permanently you will get up." Alrik said sternly pulling the bag forward "a blizzard has settled over us, we must make haste to the portal to get you out of here." Alrik said as you crawled forward settling into the bag as he held it open "are you sure we're going to make it?" You asked watching Alrik grab the furs "we are close, I know we will." He said smiling as he packed them around you.

"We should be there within the hour, wrap up and stay as warm as possible, this will all be over soon." Alrik said as you laid back pulling the furs around you "b...but Alrik, I can't..." you started when he held his hand up "yes you will, you will survive this and make a better life for yourself." He said smiling "but you..." you said looking into his eyes "oh do not worry yourself for me, maybe one day we will meet again in Valhalla." He said making tears well in your eyes "now...stay still." He said pulling the bag closed tying it. He crawled to the entrance pulling you behind him, peeking out again to make sure no one was around he climbed out, gently pulling the bag out lifting it over his head. Holding his hand up he tried to shield his eyes from the wind "hold tight y/n, soon you will be free." He said slowly making his way towards the portal.

Some time later Alrik glanced up, seeing the tall cliff face sighing "we made it y/n." He said pulling the stap over his head he carefully set the bag down untying it. "W...where a...are we?" You asked through chattering teeth, looking around seeing the massive cliff "the portal is right through there." Alrik said pointing to a large crack in the wall. "Here, let me help you." He said grabbing your arm he helped you stand "how are your feet feeling?" He asked as you gripped his arm "much better, thank you Alrik...for everything." You said looking up into his ruby eyes "it has had been my pleasure y/n." He smiled, nodding slightly when you lunged forward wrapping your arms around his middle

"p...please...come with me." You asked again for the umpteenth time "you know I cannot y/n, I would not survive the climate of Alfhiem." He said wrapping his long arms around you. "I am going to miss you my friend." You said, tears welling in your eyes as you looked up at him "I will miss you as well little one." He said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, a tear streaming down his cheek as he looked down at you. "Oh, one more thing." He said turning you around he brushed your hair to the side sliding his fingers under the metal collar adorning your neck "hold still." He said, gripping where the lock was he pulled as hard as he could as the latch snapped, pulling it free he threw it into the snow. "Aahh thank you!" You sighed rubbing your neck hearing him laugh "you better get going, I do not know if they are already in persuit." Alrik said as you turned back to him.

"I will never forget you Alrik." You said grabbing his large hand "all i ask is you live your life for you, find something worth dying for." He smiled bringing your hand to his lips he kissed the back of your hand "now go, before it is too late." He said patting your shoulder turning you towards the cliff "all you must do is walk through, and you will be transported to Alfhiem." He said gently nudging you forward when you heard a faint yell in the distance. Turning your head you saw what looked like a wolf...a large one with someone riding it. "Y/n go now!" Alrik yelled pushing your towards the entrance when you were suddenly blinded by a bright light.

Loki guided fenrir to the top of small hill before coming to a stop. He squinted searching across the valley for any sign of movement, his eyes watering as the wind whipped across his face. He reached up cupping his hands around his mouth "Alrik!" He yelled as loud as he could, the only response the howling of the wind as it swept across the valley. "Y/n!" He yelled again, again no response. "Dammit." He growled, reaching into his tunic he pulled out a pair of black leather gloves, sliding them on he rubbed his hands together before brushing the snow and ice from his vambraces when Fenrir shook himself getting the snow out of his fur "come Fen, we must keep going." Loki said gripping the fur at the back of his neck hearing him growl "watch your tone." Loki snarled watching Fenrir drop his head down "good, now unless you want to become a rug, I suggest you get moving." He said sternly, holding on tightly as Fenrir took off in a sprint into the valley.

Loki kept his eyes focused on the distance, he knew he had to be close knowing no one could outrun Fen when the wind shifted and Loki saw a small hole dig into the snow. "Fen stop!" Loki yelled as Fen dug his paws hard into the snow. Loki threw his leg over jumping down he stumbled landing on his knees in the deep snow, looking back seeing Fen looking at him "not...a...word." he growled watching Fen turn around he got up brushing the snow from his leathers before trudging through the snow. Coming to the small entrance he knelt down looking inside "alrik...y/n!" He yelled, reaching back he pulled a dagger from his holster before slowly climbing inside seeing two imprints in the snow, one much larger then the other. "Fuck!' He growled, quickly crawling out he made his way back to Fen, gripping his fur he threw his leg over jumping back up "we are close, only a little further." He yelled over the wind seeing Fen nod before digging his back legs in taking off.

"Faster Fen! They are almost to the portal!" Loki yelled, vaguely hearing Fen snarl as the wind and snow whipped around them, his hair lashing across his face when he saw the cliff face in the distance, leaning up he saw two figures standing at the base. "Alrik!" He yelled digging his heels into Fen's sides urging him to move faster "y/n! Wait please!" Loki yelled when he saw the larger figure push the other towards the cliff. "Alrik..." he was cut off by a blinding light, shielding his eyes Fen dug his front paws into the snow coming to a dead stop. "What the..." he stopped, looking up seeing a large horse rear up on...four hind legs "nooo!" Loki yelled, digging his heels into Fen's sides hard "GO FEN! NOW!" He yelled, gripping his fur with one hand he pulled a dagger out with the other as Fen closed the distance.

Loki watched helplessly as Alrik lunged towards the horse, only to he knocked back by a bright blast from the end of a staff. "Alrik!" He heard you scream, watching your small frame try to run to his side as the man on the horse grabbed you up by your hair "BORSON!" loki screamed, his eyes meeting the others one, an evil grin spread across his face as he pointed his staff in Loki's direction "LAUFEYSON!" The man yelled back as a blast of light shot from the end landing directly in front of Fen, knocking him off balance Loki dove to the ground, flipping his dagger as hard as he could when another blinding light shot down from the sky as Loki landed hard on the ground, the snow barely cushioning his fall as his body slammed down onto the ice.

Rolling to his side he shot up, wincing at the pain in his side as he stood looking towards the cliff...the horse and rider gone, taking you with them. "Alrik!" Loki yelled, running as fast as his body allowed under the pain seeing his friend sit up holding his head "l...loki...i..." he started when Loki dropped to his knees next to him "i...I tried to stop him..." Alrik said holding his hands out "s..she was right there...I had her." He stuttered, closing his eyes loki patted his shoulder "it's alright my friend, we will get her back." Loki said looking around, seeing the bifrosf mark in the snow making his blood boil "a...are you going to..." he started when Loki put his hand up "no, I uncovered Ostara's plans, she is in the dungeons, i...I came to bring you both home." Loki said looking into his eyes "what are we going to do?" Alrik asked as Fenrir joined them, laying down in the snow next to Loki.

"you will take Fen and return to Utgard." Loki said standing up, unclasping his furs from his shoulders "and you my king?" Alrik asked slowly standing up. "There is someone I need to pay a visit to..." Loki said dropping his vambraces into the snow, unbuckleing his scabbard he pulled the remaining dagger out, slipping it into his boot tossing it asside leaving only his tunic he closed his eyes, allowing the illusion to spread over him, opening his eyes seeing his markings gone, the deep blue skin replaced by pale ivory as he looked up at Alrik a smile spread across his face "Asgard awaits..."

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butterfluffy · 2 years

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Helloo!! i really love your works!! so.. uuuhh.. may i request a Law x f!reader oneshot where in Law is jealous of Bepo because Law's S/O is being cuddly with Bepo! or something like that T____T JSKWKDUEHHEHSHYQIAUS thank you !!! stay safe !! 💗

“jealous little boy”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· law knows that he isn't the type to get jealous, yet here he is, glaring down his polar bear navigator for spending time with his lover....

⠀⠀➧ fluff | trafalgar d. water law × f!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none, other than swearing...! mistakes may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are open! do send some requests for me to write!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: jealous law jealous law jealous laaaawwww 😫😫😫

LAW | LUFFY | MARCO

The air is cool, and the sea is quiet. This is a perfect time to go out of Polar Tang to get fresh air! So dragging your feet out of the ship, you headed to the dock, seeing most of the crew already in there, including the captain who is your lover, Law.

“Ah, Law! Didn't know that you're already here. I thought you were still in your room, hehe!” You noted with a small chuckle, walking to the captain's direction, catching him shrug, expecting you to give him an embrace—but no.

Yes. You headed to his direction, but you passed by him, going to the big, white mink instead and burying your face into his fur as your arms extended out to rub his big body. Hugging the cute navigator instead of your lover.

“Mhmmm, you're so comfy, Bepo! I'd love to cuddle with you for the whole day!” You brightly exclaimed as the bear bashfully scratched his back, chuckling.

“Hehe, am I that comfy for you, Y/n? Well, I don't mind letting you hug me for the whole day.” Bepo gushed, plopping down the hardwood floor as you continued to embrace him tightly, muffling your happy laughs with his fur—while Law, on the other hand...

“What the fuck?” He uttered in annoyance, eyes locked on Bepo and you who are happily cuddling each other and chatting.

There's this something bubbling inside him, and he's unsure whether it's anger or sadness. Wait, no, it's neither, because what he's feeling right now is...

Jealousy.

“No, no, this is—stupid. Me? Jealous?” Saying this to himself, Law face palmed, shaking his head as he tried to peel his attention off you two, but he can't. And he hates it.

“I should be the one she's cuddling, not Bepo..!” Sitting on the crate by the corner, the doctor gripped his legs. Eye twitching by the way you straight-up ignored him for Bepo.

“Capt, you good? You've been emitting this... Uhm, aura for a while now....” Shachi mentioned to Law who immediately whipped his head on his direction, cold eyes sending the poor man a glare. “Aha.. Yeah, I'll take that as a no.”

Continuing to grumble under his breath, Law huffed, finally having enough of you being so close with the bear.

“Y/n-ya.” Law calls as you turned to him, tilting your head. “Yes Law? Is there anything you need?”

Not moving an inch away from Bepo, you stayed beside the polar bear as you questioned your lover who deeply exhaled.

“Get away from Bepo this instant, Y/n-ya.” He commands as you gasped, frowning by his words.

“Why, Law..!?” You stormed, moving even more closer to Bepo who had comical sweat dropping by his head, arms raised in surrender upon seeing his captains dagger-like stare directed at him.

“Room.” Doing the hand sign for his ability, you gaped, knowing what's next upon seeing a circle cover the entire ship, “Law, don't you dare—!”

“Shambles.”

With a quick turn of his hands, you now fall on the male's arms that immediately engulfed you into his chest, tightly embracing you with his face on the crook of your neck, smelling your essence that he loves.

“..Trafalgar law, why the hell did you move me here!? I was with Bepo, you know...!” Rolling your eyes, you tried to pull away from the man, keyword, tried.

“Stay here with me instead.” He mumbled with a sigh, not wanting to letting go of you at all.

“What? Wh—oh... Wait, Law. Are you...?” “Don't.”

“You're jealous, aren't you?” Smirking upin hearing silence as his answer, you then took off your lover's hat to ruffle his hair, chuckling by his childish act.

“Don't be so jealous, Law. You have me all the time, and I'm all yours, okay? So don't be such a jealous little boy, haha!” Assuring this, Law nods, letting himself melt on you as the crew chuckled...

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Part 6: Wandering Thoughts of a Ravenclaw

Summary: Easter break continues

Word Count: 2165

Warnings: 18+ readers only, age gap (all parties 18+), student and teacher, making out, slight aggression from male to (y/n), swearing, masturbation

Thursday morning you woke up in peaceful bliss. You felt as if you were dreaming until you smelled that beautiful smell, of Severus Snape, old books, the smell of lingering potions, a hint of wine. You truly knew you weren’t dreaming when you felt him move under you. Somehow you had moved from your separate sides of the bed, and were laying on his chest with his arm draped lazily around your waist. You soaked in the feeling of being so close to him, in his bed, in his room, in his clothes. He stirred under you, slowly waking up. “Good morning, miss (y/l/n).” He noticed your surprise at his comfort with you in his arms and sat up, gently pushing you towards your pillow. “I’m sorry, you kept moving towards me in your sleep, you were having nightmares-“

“Severus, I’m not mad at all. I want this more than you know. I want you.” You said sitting up.

“I’m aware.” He stated sounding more professional than you’d like, “This cannot happen again. I wanted to be available for you after last night, but as I stated, this cannot happen. If you need to talk my door is always open, but only to talk.” He said in his low and slow usual tone.

You felt hurt by his sudden professionalism, you felt like you were being struck by daggers at each word. You felt so stupid feeling so much for this man, your professor. What he said what logical and likely for a smart professor, but you felt like you two had been past the niceties.

“Fine. If you want me as your student and nothing more, then fine.” You stormed out throwing on his robe, slamming the door behind you before he could respond. When you got to your common room you realized you left your shoes and clothes. You ripped of Snapes cloak once you reached your dormitory, landing on your bed crying.

How stupid to let yourself get such feelings for a professor. Professor Snape of all, the most angry, cynical, domineering man you've met. Once in your dorm room you threw his cloak in the corner. You had so many stupid boys after you, yet he was all you wanted. Why couldn’t he see what was in front of him, someone so in love, with all of him.

You stayed in your dorm for hours, yet it felt like days. You didn’t want to see him, or anyone for that matter. No doubt people were talking about your hasty exit from the party. Hannah and the girls most definitely wondered where you had gone, most likely assuming you had spent the night with that disgusting lech Zacharias.

Eventually you fell asleep for a few hours, hunger waking you. It was close to time that dinner would be served in the dining hall. You showered which felt like it took years off of you, the most refreshing shower you've taken in your life. You patted yourself dry and started to dress for dinner. You were starving yet wanted to look good, as to make up for the night before. You dressed in a little black dress with your house cardigan over it. You blowdried your hair which settled into a soft curl. Walking out of your dorm you couldn't help but glance over at the cloak crumpled in the corner.

You walked to dinner, with your head down. You looked quite disheveled to your norm. You sat down at the common table. Hannah shrieked your name. “What happened to you last night, the last we saw was you and that hunk Zacharias walking out of the bar.”

“Yeah..he is definitely less cute up close, and he’s tiny.” You added wanting to protect future females against him. Thankfully you had no idea of his true size, but prophesying him as small in the sack was a much nicer picture than you could of painted him.

“Wait! Like…down there?” Susan questioned enthusiastically.

“Well yeah, it was totally underwhelming. Between us girls, a regret.” You embellished. The other girls look let down by this news. You were grateful to their response. Thankfully no one else questioned your evening. The conversation switched back to a hot topic amongst the 7th years, bittersweet emotions of your final term. You did your best to keep your attention to the conversation but couldn't stop yourself from glancing up at the professors table to find Professor Snape missing. In fact you didn’t see him until the last day of break, picking at food at the professors table, avoiding your gaze. That evening you walked past his office to see if he was available, he wasn't.

That night as you were walking back to your common room you were stopped by a familiar Slytherin boy. “(Y/n) wait up!” He said lighting grabbing your wrist to turn you towards him. “Why didn't you respond to my letters?” He said looking truly hurt. “I’m sorry..” You said awkwardly removing your hand from his grip. “Is everything ok? You've been weird to me ever since I said..well.. you know.”

“I mean, honestly, I was shocked when you said that. We never even solidified our relationship, and you caught me off guard…” You stated sheepishly. You notice his aura shift, colder almost. “Thats why you got with that idiot after drinking at the Three Broomsticks, you were dressed all slutty I heard too.” He said harshly with a grimace.

You took a step back shocked. “Miles, I-“ “No, you strung me along, using me when you needed me while holding out. I followed you around for months and you whored yourself out to the first idiot to get you wasted.” “You don’t understand, let me explain-“ He cut you off again as he took another step towards you like you were his prey, grabbing your wrist much harder this time. “I’m done listening to you, you think you’re so perfect, but you’re a selfish bitch.” He was yelling at this point, and other students were watching.

“Bletchley!” A deep voice boomed causing Miles to release your wrist and step back.

Professor Snape grabbed Miles by the back of the neck with so much force you were sure it was going to snap. “Everyone else, common room. Now!” He said dragging Miles to his office without even a glance to you. You stood there for a moment, not moving from the spot Miles left you. Your mind was swirling with a million different thoughts. You noticed Hannah standing there looking almost as shocked to you, she walked up to you with trepidation. “Are you..okay?” “..yeah. I’ve never seen that side of him.” “Well, he is a Slytherin.” “Yeah..I guess I now know who he really is.” Hanna linked arms with you and walked you to your common room. Hugging you before she left. You struggled to sleep that night, waking up feeling quite cruddy for your first day of your last term.

You went through your first day of classes dreadfully slowly, made worse by the gossip mongers giving you knowing and judgy looks. The next day was not much better. Hannah and Susan found you after dinner and asked you to join them in the library to go over the syllabus for your final DADA term, knowing how well you did on your last exam. After over an hour of studying you noticed the girls seemed “I don’t understand how you learned so much after our series of teachers ending with the worst one. I barely passed that last test.” Susan said leaning back in the deep ottoman crossing her arms. “Yeah, no one scored near your score (y/n).” Hannah stated shoving her books away. “Well first, Professor Snape is the best DADA professor we’ve had. Second I can’t fail, theres no way they would take me next year, I study every night!” “Wait, you think Snape is the best professor we’ve had?” Hannah teased with an eyebrow raised. “Maybe all those detentions were cozier than we thought. I mean he did suspend Miles, a Slytherin for Godrics sake.” You looked down at your lap trying to hide the growing redness in your face. “He would do that for anyone.” You snapped. Susan laughed “Are you blushing?!” “You guys are just embarrassing!” You said standing up gathering your books. “Noo, we we’re just messing around!!” Hannah said pleading in a playful tone. “It’s late, I’m going to bed. See you two in class tomorrow.” You said turning on your heel leaving them behind in the library.

You woke up early that morning, with your professors robe covering you. You loved being able to smell him while you sleep, wishing you could be waking up in his bed again, with him under you. You slowly got out of bed and began getting ready for your day. You wore your comfy Ravenclaw sweater and your shortest skirt, wanting to look devastatingly good so Severus couldn’t help but look at you. You pulled your hair in a messy bun, pulling some pieces out to frame your face. You applied some mascara and some lip gloss, and threw your bag over your shoulder.

Thankfully it seemed there was new gossip so you were barely getting any looks, aside from a few scowling Slytherins who you recognized as Miles’ friends. Your first few classes were going smooth. You were even asked by your potions professor if you’d like to be an assistant in your class, meaning you wouldn’t have to partake in the class, only assist with grading, helping students, etc. Next was DADA, and you had mixed emotions, and lot of them. You sat in your desk with nerves, your leg shaking uncontrollably. The door shut with a slam. “Open your books to page 394.” Snapes voice boomed in his deep voice. The lesson about werewolves went well, as you studied this material over break. However, Snape barely even looked your way. After assigning a lengthy essay about the difference between a werewolf and an animagus, he dismissed you all. Hannah and Susan walked up to you, Hannah asking “Wanna go take a walk with us near the lake?” “Uh.. maybe I need to ask Professor Snape a question..about the um- the essay.“ You said hoping they wouldn’t make anything out of it. “Uh, okay.” Susan said giving Hannah the side eye with a knowing smile. They linked arms leaving you alone in the classroom with Professor Snape.

You cleared your throat and stood, smoothing your skirt. You walked up to his desk, with him finally looking up at you as you were a few feet away from his desk. You saw his eyes shift up from your legs to your eyes. That alone made your heart jump. “Professor-“ “Yes miss (yln)?” He said standing up from his chair. “You- you said that you would continue mentoring me after my detention ended, and you ended it..” “I did say that..” Snape said trailing off, seeming to look for a way out of this. “Are you not a man of your word professor?” You looked up at him cockily. He stood in front of you crossing his arms, a slight smirk on his face. “Fine, tomorrow, my office after dinner.” He said motioning towards the door, telling you to leave. “Thank you, Severus.” You gave him a cheeky grin turning away from him, turning quickly so your skirt would flare out showing him a flash of your white panties. If he was going to protest you calling him by his first name, the move you just pulled silenced him. You took a last glance back seeing him gripping his desk tightly, eyes glued to you. Something dark and predatory was in his look, something that lit a fire in your core.

The rest of the night that stare was stuck in your mind. Laying in your bed your thoughts were fighting sleep. His hands gripping that desk, picturing them gripping you. You started to trail your hand down your leg, up your night dress. You were rubbing yourself at the memory of being in his bed, in nothing but his sweater and your thong. The feel of his hand wrapped around your waist. The memory of his hand trailing your neck in his office and his is tongue in your mouth. Last but certainly not least the feeling of his desperately hard erection beneath his pants. You were so close, so much pent up energy wishing you could let it out on him. The smell of his cloak drove you over the edge. You came harder than you ever had, screaming his name grinding your heat into your hand needfully. You had hoped this would clear your mind but still he was there. You thought of nothing else for hours until you finally fell asleep. Curled in his robes. Tomorrow couldn’t come sooner.

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don’t blame me (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: i’ve never written from Phoenix’s perspective before and it was a risk doing it but I wanted someone else to tell the first part of the story. i have to admit that i’m nervous about this one. i like to think Rebel’s anger is quieter than Mav and Rooster’s, but when she strikes, she strikes hard. (please see: every time Rebel has insulted someone). anyways, this got so far away from me and i am so sorry.

summary: One of the new TOPGUN pilots is caught making moves on Rooster. Moral of the story? Rebel is not to be fucked with.

based on this idea from @starcrosslove and this addition from an anon

the (unofficial) part two to heart made up on you

the title comes from taylor swift’s “don’t blame me”

part of same mistakes-verse

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: swearing, implied homophobia, someone talking shit, insecurities, crying, kissing, mentions of sex, my general Navy inaccuracies and making the Navy work for me, Rebel’s a little bit of a bitch but she’s earned it, i genuinely have no good explanation for this

word count: 5,833

It’s the mention of her best friend that first catches Phoenix’s attention.

At the drop of Rooster’s name, she turns ever-so-slightly, catching sight of one of the female pilots from the new TOPGUN class talking to a few other pilots from the base. Ace is her callsign.

Ace is one of her least favorite pilots from the new class. The Iron Daggers had been working with them, because as the best, the Navy saw the things the students could learn from them. But Ace was so sure of herself, she was unwilling to take criticism. Her flying put others in danger and she was resistant to making friends. Her own wingman, Storm, bemoaned the fact that he had gotten stuck with her, and looked mildly unhappy to be trapped at the bar with her. Atlantis, the ever-annoying prick, was with her too, egging her on in the shit she was talking. When it had been revealed by another TOPGUN pilot that the two were related, no one had been surprised. She nudged Bob, tilting her head back to the group behind them and he paused in his conversation with Hangman, listening in too.

“I just don’t understand what he sees in her. I mean I’ll give her credit, she’s fucking hot, but dude...” Atlantis snorts.

“Ace, I don’t know what to tell you. Those two are up each other’s ass. You stand less of a chance with Rooster than I did with Rebel.” His sister lets out an indignant scoff.

“Excuse you! I could definitely bag Rooster by the time the night is over.” Phoenix raises an eyebrow as Hangman slowly leans against the table, trying to not make it obvious that three of them are eavesdropping on this conversation.

“Are you willing to bet money on that sis?” Atlantis taunts.

“You know what, yeah I am. 50 bucks I bang Rooster by the end of the night and their relationship is over. She doesn’t stand a chance.”

“And I’ll bet another $100 Rebel punches your lights out Ace.” Storm responds. “You’re playing with fire here.”

“Oh please, we all know that they aren’t happy together. I’m sure Rooster’s just waiting for the first pretty girl to make a move. None of them are brave enough to go against her, but I feel no fear.”

“Damn straight.” Atlantis agrees, raising his beer in his sister’s direction.

“She’s a fucking miserable bitch. Their relationship has been over for a long time and neither of them are willing to admit it. I wish she’d go away honestly.”

“And you’re sure you’re gonna be successful?” Atlantis asks, a smirking gracing his face.

“Oh, hell yeah. All I need to do is give him a little wink, let him cop a feel, and the boy is mine.”

Storm sucks in a long breath through his teeth. “You’d better be careful with that Ace. You’re flying with Coyote tomorrow morning. You ruin his best friend’s relationship, you're asking for trouble.”

Damn right, Storm.

The bell jingles, singling new arrivals and the group behind them pauses, turning. A quick glance reveals Rebel and Coyote with Rooster, Fanboy, and Payback right behind them. They split off, Coyote and Rebel making their way over with the other three stopping at the bar. Another quick glance reveals that Atlantis is smirking at his sister, gesturing to Rooster with a now’s your chance look. She huffs and grabs her beer, making her way towards the three unsuspecting pilots. Phoenix quickly catches Rebel’s eye as her and her best friend arrive at the group.

“What?” She asks as Coyote settles in next to his boyfriend. She nods her head to the pilots behind them and her gaze drifts over their heads to the others. She turns back, confusion filtering in her look. “Okay, so Storm and Atlantis are here. And?” Phoenix shifts forward, resting her arms on her knees.

“They were talking about you.”

She shrugs. “Okay? They don’t bother me.”

“They were talking about you and Rooster. Ace bet her brother 50 bucks she could bang him by the end of the night. They were talking massive shit about your relationship.” Something in Rebel’s eyes harden, glancing back over to her boyfriend, who’s now looking mildly uncomfortable at the pilot unabashedly drapping herself on top of him. Still, she shrugs again.

“So? What do I care? Some hotshot pilot isn’t gonna fuck up my relationship. I’ve known him since I was in diapers, he’s been my best friend for years, and I’m the one he’s coming home to every night. She’s not gonna do shit.” Her voice rises as she talks. The group collectively shoots her a look and she sighs, shoulders drooping. “Fine, so I care a little.”

“My favorite part was when Storm bet her a 100 bucks you punched her lights out, which I would very much like to see you do, so go get your man.” Hangman says, which earns him an elbow to the rib from Coyote.

“Rooster’s a big boy, he can take care of himself.”

“I vote you go defend your honor.” Hangman responds, which results in another elbow to the ribs from his boyfriend and a glare from Rebel.

“They’re coming over here.” Bob mutters, twisting back around from where he’d been watching Ace flirt with Rooster. Rooster looks unhappy about the pilot who’s following him, Fanboy and Payback still watching from the bar, choosing to stay out of it, it seemed. Atlantis materializes next to his sister as Rooster and Ace arrive.

This should be interesting.

Rooster hands his girlfriend a beer, arm casually slipping around her shoulders. Rebel’s jaw clenches as Ace makes eye contact with her, a smirk on her face as if she’s taunting her. Rooster clears his throat, glancing at the younger pilots who’ve joined them.

“You all know Ace.” He introduces, gesturing to the girl with the hand that’s holding his beer, arm never leaving his girlfriend. She offers a sickly sweet smile, waving. The group doesn’t return the gesture.

“Nice to see you all again.” Atlantis says and the group offers him a glance. Rebel moves, shifting away from her boyfriend to sit opposite Hangman, directly across from Ace. Phoenix exchanges a look with Bob, not enjoying the quiet anger that’s brewing in her Rebel’s eyes.

“Rooster, I have a question.” Ace asks and Rebel’s eyes narrow. Rooster, bless the oblivious boys heart, is unaware of what’s really going on and is very clearly baffled by the situation unfolding.

“Sure.”

“What’s your type?” Rooster’s eyes go wide.

“Um, my type is my girlfriend.”

Good boy Bradshaw.

Some of the tension bleeds out of Rebel’s shoulders. Atlantis is still eyeing her like he did the first night, looking at her in all the ways Phoenix wants to punch him for.

“Well, sure baby, but I could be your type too.” Ace says, a sickening sweetness dripping from her words. Fake, it’s all fake.

“No thanks. I’m very happy with my girlfriend.”

“Are you? I know it must be tiring, being with someone like her.”

“Excuse me?” Rooster says at the same time Coyote offers a “What the fuck are you talking about?” The two glance at each other, neither surprised at the speed in which they rush to defend her. Ace rolls her eyes, shifting.

“I mean, don’t you get tired of it? She never shuts up, she’s constantly making her problems everyone else’s, and she drags down everyone around her. She wouldn't even have half of what she does if it wasn’t for Maverick. The two of you deserve better and you know it.” Rooster huffs, straightening his shoulders as Coyote narrows his eyes. Phoenix takes a quick glance to Rebel, who’s leaning in closely to Hangman, listening closely to the words he’s whispering in her ear. Ace catches the movement too. Unfortunately. “See? I bet she’s cheating on you with him.” The pair pull apart as Hangman raises an eyebrow at her.

“I would never cheat on my boyfriend.” Hangman responds matter-of-factly, taking a sip of beer. Ace takes pause, cocking her head.

Atlantis snorts. “Yeah, that’s a special kind of betrayal, screwing your best friend’s boyfriend.” The quiet anger is still brewing in Rebel’s eyes as she watches Ace carefully.

“What?” Ace kisses, looking to her brother. He turns slightly.

“What, did you not know that?” She shakes her head.

“Yeah, Hangman and Coyote are gay for each other.” Phoenix catches Hangman’s hand shooting out, grabbing the back of Rebel’s jacket as she moves to stand up from her seat. Ace looks around the group, eyes landing back on Coyote.

“You know what, never mind. I’m not sure I want to be around people who support people like you.” If Phoenix peeks over Bob’s shoulder, she can see Hangman’s grip on her jacket tighten as a flash of hurt crosses Coyote’s face.

“Then get lost. We don’t want people like you over here anyways.” Rooster snaps.

Ace scoffs. “People like me?”

“Ignorant bitches who will treat everyone like dirt to get to the top. You don’t care about Rooster, you just care about ruining Rebel.” Phoenix responds and Ace turns to face her. “Fuck off.” Ace huffs, but does, turning on her heel as her brother trails after her. Hangman slowly lets his grip on Rebel go when he’s sure she’s not gonna take after the other pilot.

“Coyote, I’m sorry, she wouldn’t leave me alone.” Rooster mutters after a few minutes of silence. Coyote shrugs.

“Not your fault Bradshaw. Good on you for putting her in her place Nix.” He says, offering her his fist. She fistbumps him as Payback and Fanboy arrive at the edge of the group. The tension could be cut with a knife and Fanboy’s face reflects as much.

“The hell happened?”

Hangman opens his mouth to answer when Bob lets out a “Are you okay?” The group turns, realizing he’s talking to Rebel. The girl’s jaw is tight, her eyes stormy with the same quiet anger, not offering any words as she looks at the ground.

“Rebel, don’t worry about it. I’ve been told worse.” Coyote offers.

“Yeah, and she’s not gonna shake what we have.” Rooster follows up, but she doesn’t look up.

“’M fine. Who wants to play pool?”

Payback groans. “What did Ace do?” Fanboy straightens up.

“Who’s honor are we defending and how bad was it?” Rebel raises her head, running a hand through her hair.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Are you sure?” Hangman asks quietly, a rare moment of care shown between the two.

“Her day will come.”

You sigh, knocking on your Dad’s office door. You shift on your feet, still unsure about what you were about to do.

They needed to go.

“Come in.” He calls and you take a deep breath, pushing the door open. As far Navy offices go, it’s small and got a welcoming feel, one only your Dad could exude. Warlock and Cyclone are there, along with Thunder, one of the other TOPGUN instructors. He looks up, smiling. “Hey kiddo.”

“Hey, sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt.” He shakes his head.

“No, not at all. What’s up?” You sigh, shutting the door behind you quietly.

“Um, I have a concern about one of your pilots. Two, actually.” He swallows as his face hardens. He nods his head to the chair in front of his desk and Cyclone quickly stands up, moving so you can take it. You sit, pulling your hands from your jacket as you swallow. “I want to preface this by saying that I would never intentionally try to get a pilot dismissed from the TOPGUN program because of a personal dislike for them.” Thunder exchanges a look with your Dad.

“What’s gone down?” He asks, folding his hands on his desk. You run a hand through your hair, taking a shaky breath.

“Atlantis and Ace. I have genuine concerns about them. I’m worried that they both might be a danger to other pilots.” Thunder sighs, settling on the edge of the desk.

“You wouldn’t be the first person to express concerns about Atlantis. What did he do?” He asks quietly.

“He’s not very good at respecting other female pilots spaces. I’ve heard rumblings from a few in the new class that he’s not willing to leave them alone, always trying to have a hand on them, making crude comments about their bodies. He’s exhibited this same behavior off-base to other female pilots. He doesn’t understand the word ‘no’ and gets visibly and verbally upset when he’s rejected. I myself have been subject to this.” Cyclone startles.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You shrug.

“It happened weeks ago, at the start of training. We were at the Hard Deck and he got kicked out for his behavior and I thought that was the end of it. But it hasn’t been and if this is how he’s blatantly treating his mentor figures along with fellow pilots, I don’t want to think about how he treats others back on his home base.”

“And Ace?” Thunder asks, unphased by the information regarding Atlantis’ behavior.

“What I’m about to say is on a need-to-know basis and can not leave this office unless absolutely necessary. I also don’t want this to be misconstrued as me going after her personally.” You say, looking Thunder in the eyes. He was a good man, but what you were about to reveal could not get out to the rest of the Navy. And it was personal, but no one needed to know why. Thunder nods, signaling for you to continue.

“The other night, a few of us were at the Hard Deck hanging out. Ace made a comment to Coyote about not wanting associate with people like him.”

“Meaning?” Your Dad asks and you turning your attention to him.

“Meaning as people who are a part of the LGBTQ+ community.” Thunder stands up as your Dad’s eyes widen. “I firmly and genuinely believe this was why she intentionally pulled that stunt during training yesterday.”

The day prior, Coyote and Ace had been assigned to fly with each other as part of the day’s training. She had pulled a stunt that would’ve gotten Coyote hurt had he not been as good of a pilot as he was, in addition to the fact that there was no real enemy plane chasing them, only Maverick. Your Dad had given her hell when she’d landed, but she seemed to care very little about Coyote’s well-being.

Your Dad sighs, shifting to lean back in his seat. “This isn’t the first time we’ve had these complaints about Atlantis. But this kind of behavior from Ace? Unbelievable.”

“I believe it. Respectfully, you guys don’t see how she treats the other pilots when you’re not around. She’s very careful to make sure this all happens off-base. And while Coyote is fine and has brushed the comment off, I worry about how she would treat an openly-gay pilot on a real mission. And I don’t want to let someone else get hurt because I was quiet about what I knew. And we’re all aware that the Navy has an expectation that no pilot would be discriminated against or treated unfairly because of their sexual orientation.” You’re looking at your Dad, and only your Dad now, begging, pleading, with him to understand where you’re coming from.

And he should, because he lived through Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. And he does, because you knew what he had with Uncle Ice.

Thunder looked to Maverick. “I think we both know what to do about Atlantis. But I’ll support whatever call you make about Ace. The Daggers are your pilots and you know them best.” Your Dad remained quiet, studying you.

“Does Coyote know you’re doing this?” Warlock asks from the chair next to you. You shake your head.

“He would be so mad if he did.” You respond quietly.

“Disregarding the fact that I’m displeased that this happened to one of my own pilots, you and I both know this can’t be tolerated Maverick.” Cyclone says, looking at your Dad. Your Dad finally sighs leaning forwards in his chair.

“Thunder, Cyclone, and I will discuss this with a few of the higher-ups. Thank you for bringing your concerns forward Lieutenant.” You swallow at the use of your rank, at the quiet emotion in his voice. You were in so much trouble. “Unless you have any other concerns you’d like to bring forward at this time, you may go.” You shake your head, standing up from the chair. Warlock and Cyclone bid you a quiet goodbye as you leave the office.

If Dad didn’t get to you first, Coyote was definitely going to kill you.

“Hey, are we good?”

You look up to see Coyote settling next to you in the rec room. Training with the TOPGUN class had been delayed for the day, and Atlantis and Ace were very noticeably missing. Their absence was the topic of the day as you all continued to wait. You had stayed quiet, not wanting to reveal what you had done.

You and Coyote hadn’t talked since that night at the Hard Deck. You and Rooster had talked some, but you hadn’t revealed your conversation with your CO’s to him either. He’d be pissed if he knew that this is what you had done. He could claim that Ace flirting with him was not a big deal, assure you that the two of you were secure in your relationship, but it wasn’t the flirting with him that had bothered you at your core. The things she had said, not only to Coyote, but to you, about you? Unforgivable. And you knew she wasn’t sorry for them, not in the slightest.

“Rebel?” He prods, nudging your shoulder with his own. You startle, realizing you had zoned out.

“Sorry, I spaced. What did you say?”

“Are we good? We haven’t talked much the last few days.”

“We’re fine Coyote.” You respond, offering him a tight smile that you know probably comes out more like a grimace. He looks at you as if he doesn’t quite believe you. Rooster quietly joins you, settling on your other side as you lean up against the windowsill.

“Did you do something I should know about?” He whispers quietly.

“Yeah, where the hell are those two?” Coyote says, crossing his arms.

You fixate your gaze to the board on the opposite side of the room. “Not a clue. And no.”

“Did you do something you don’t want me to know about?”

“No.” It’s a lie, but you’re not going to reveal it. There had been good intention in what you’d done, genuinely worried about the safety of other pilots, but it’d been rooted in selfishness and you couldn’t quite swallow the guilt about that fact. Hangman walks over to you, placing himself on the edge of the couch that’s nearest to the window.

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly, shifting to rest his arms on his knees. You pull at your NAVY sweatshirt and shrug.

“What did you do?” Coyote asks as Maverick and Thunder appear in the doorway.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You whisper as the conversation in the room stalls, all looking to their CO’s. Your Dad clears his throat, glancing at Thunder.

“Sorry for the delay pilots. It’s been decided the Daggers are not going up with you as we need to sort out new arrangements. Ace and Atlantis have been let go from the TOPGUN program, dismissed for their behavior.” A murmur ripples throughout the TOPGUN class as every pilot from your squadron turns to face you. You feel yourself shrinking, trying to make yourself small at their gazes. You can feel both Coyote and Rooster straighten next to you, as Hangman gives you a look that tells you he sees right through you.

“What did you do?” Rooster whispers sharply.

Maverick clears his throat, silencing the pilots. “I want to remind you that sexual harassment or discrimination of any kind is not tolerated. We here at Miramar take these reports very seriously and do not want any other pilots to feel as if their behavior has been ignored.”

Coyote turns to look at you, but you refuse to meet his eye, only looking to your Dad, who you know is not thrilled with you. He falls back, turning to Thunder. Thunder steps forward, looking to the TOPGUN class. “You are all dismissed. Please head to the locker rooms and get ready for training for the day. Iron Daggers, will you stay for just one moment?” The TOPGUN class gets up to leave as your squadron pulls closer to the two CO’s. You swallow, willing them to not out you for what you had done. The door to the rec room shuts as your Dad sits one of the chairs, looking at his team.

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry to you all if any of you were affected by Atlantis or Ace’s behavior. What both of them did never should have happened. Coyote, I’m especially sorry to you, because I know Ace’s views were reflected that day she flew with you.” Coyote shakes his head.

“No worries, sir. Walked away without a scratch.” Your Dad smile ruefully.

“And we’re all very glad for it.” He stands up, moving back to where Thunder stands. “You’re all dismissed.” The team moves to exit the room.

“Oh, and Rebel?” Thunder calls. You turn, as does the rest of the team.

“Thank you for coming forward about your concerns, I know that must not have been easy for you.” You swallow, nodding. You slip past the rest of the team and out into the hallway, everyone following behind you. Coyote catches up first, walking just behind you.

“Why did you do that? I told you it was fine and to let it go.” You turn abruptly, bumping into Coyote’s chest.

“Selfishly, I didn’t do it all for you.” You snap, eyes narrowing.

Hangman lets out a low whistle. “Damn, remind me to never fuck with you.” Rooster shoulders him out of the way as Coyote stumbles back from you.

“The hell was that?” Your boyfriend asks, the anger flickering in his eyes.

“No one is going to talk about me that way. My old squadron did enough of it.” Rooster deflates as he looks at you, glancing at Coyote. You sigh, slipping your hands into your back pockets as you look at your team and then back to your boyfriend and best friend.

“Look, I love the both of you. And I’d go to bat for you, always. But I didn’t do it just for you. What I did was out of genuine concern but it was also for me. I’m done being harassed by other pilots and I’m not sorry for standing up for myself for once.” You swallow, shrugging. “And if that upsets you, that’s on you, not me. I won’t apologize for what I did.” Rooster and Coyote exchange a look as Phoenix steps froward, slipping an arm around your shoulder.

“I’m so proud of you.” She laughs and you give her half a smile, rolling your eyes. “You know what, I’m buying you a beer.”

Hangman chuckles. “I’ll double that. Good on you.” You look back to Coyote and Rooster, who both seem to be struggling with what to say.

“I feel bad about it but I’m not sorry.” You say, feeling the guilt slip from your shoulders.

“For what it’s worth, if I was you, I would’ve done the same exact thing.” Bob says quietly and you look over to him. “You shouldn’t have to tolerate that from any one.”

“My Dad doesn’t think so. Thinks I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”

“Your Dad’s just mad he had to do the paperwork for dismissing someone.” Phoenix jokes, shaking you with the arm thats still slung around your shoulder.

“Speak of the devil.” Fanboy mutters as Halo and Fritz shift, allowing your Dad room into the group. Phoenix lets her arm fall from your shoulder as she straightens up.

“You are to never do that again, do you understand me?” He says quietly, only looking at you, and Rooster glances at him. Very rarely did you and your Dad fight but it was never good, what with two of you being the most stubborn of individuals who'd never budge.

“Mav-” Rooster gets bypassed as your Dad keeps talking.

“You are so lucky Atlantis was already halfway out the door and that Ace’s behavior was a real concern for the higher-ups because if just one of them suspected you were personally going after those two, you would have been dishonorably discharged within the day. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Have you actually asked her why she did it?” Rooster asks and your Dad pauses, looking to him. He shakes his head slowly. “You should hear her out Mav, it’s not what you think.” Your Dad swallows, shifting to straighten his shoulders.

“Out with it then.” He gestures to you.

“I don’t get a choice, do I?”

“Not a chance in hell. If you did this for either of these two, you and I are going to have serious issues.”

“I didn’t do it for them.” You sigh, glancing at your best friend. “Look, what she said wasn’t cool. But I’m fucking tired of pilots talking about and treating me however they want to.” Your Dad shakes his head, the anger now mixing with confusion.

“What?”

“Ace said some pretty terrible things about Rebel. About her relationship. Fully tried to get Rooster to cheat on her.” Hangman responds quietly, glancing around the hallways as if the girl would appear at the mention of her name.

“Like?” Your Dad prompts.

“No, we’re done talking about this.” You interrupt, casting a look to Hangman. Hangman had shared with you what Ace had actually said that night, in a hushed tone that only you could hear. It didn’t need to go any farther then three who were present for it and you. You look to Phoenix. “How about that beer?”

“No, we’re not done talking about this.” Your Dad responds, the anger returning.

“Listen, nobody gave a shit when Coyote put his wings on the line for me. What does it matter?”

“It matters because I don’t want you throwing away your career because a girl was flirting with your boyfriend. At least Coyote had a good reason.”

You scoff. “Oh, give me some credit here, please.” Your Dad sighs, studying you for a moment. “It’s not just about the flirting or the going after my relationship or hurting my best friend. She went after me. And maybe that’s a petty reason, but I don't care.”

“It’s not.” You look to your best friend, who sighs. “It’s not a petty reason.”

“I agree.” Rooster says, shifting. “Look, you- you’ve been through hell while in the Navy and like Bob said, I wouldn’t have tolerated it either. Not ever, not after what the Green Vipers put you through.” You swallow.

“So... we’re all good?” You asking, looking between the three men. They all nod and you let out a deep breath, feeling even more guilt slip from your shoulders. “Alright, so that beer?” You say, turning to Phoenix. She laughs and nods. The group turns, heading towards the parking lot as Rooster slips his hand into your own. When you reach the parking lot, he begins tugging you towards his Bronco.

“We’ll meet you over there.” He calls as the pair of you break off.

“Gonna lecture me in private?” You say quietly once the car’s been started and is pulling away from base.

“No, but I want to know why you didn’t tell me.”

“About which part?”

“That you were getting them fired.”

“Okay, my intention was not to get them fired.”

“You know what I meant.” He says, giving you a look.

“Look, I knew you’d be mad.”

“I’m not mad, I’m just- Why did you let me think it was because you were jealous?”

“Well, I mean I was. No one likes seeing a younger, pretty, intelligent girl throwing herself at their boyfriend.”

He sigh, looking at you as he takes your hand. He squeezes it and then brings it up to his lips to kiss it gently. “You’re the only pretty, intelligent girl I want.” You swallow, biting your lip. The comment Ace had made about the two of you only staying together because of how long you’d been together was running on repeat in your head. You could hear the words, even though you hadn’t actually heard them, only repeated by Hangman. “What? What’re you thinking about?”

“But how do you know that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like... we’ve known each other for years. How do we know that what we felt as teens is still... are we forcing something that isn’t there?” The road is quiet, but he pulls off to the shoulder anyways. He sighs, leaning back in his seat as he grips the steering wheel.

“What are you saying?” His voice is quiet, void of emotion, but you can see the hurt in his eyes as he looks at you. You shift, turning to face him.

“I just... if you’re staying with me because of how long we’ve been together or- or if you feel trapped-”

“Do you think I feel trapped?”

“No. I don’t know!” You defend as he looks away from you, grip adjusting on the steering wheel.

“So what, you want to break up?”

“No.” You say, shifting away from him.

“Why do you love me?” He asks and you turn again, gaping at him.

“Uh, because I love you?” You laugh nervously, uneasy about where he’s going with this. “Because you make me laugh into the night and you push me to be a better person. Because you’re the first person I want to tell things to and the first person I want to see in the morning. But this isn’t about me, this is about you and you staying because of what we’ve been through together. If you’re only with me because of the fact that we grew up together or because we spent so long apart or, whatever, I just- it would break my heart but I’d rather us not be together than for you to stay because- hmph.” You’re cut off by Rooster grabbing your shirt and pulling your lips to his.

He pulls away after a moment, but he remains close to you, eyes searching your face. “Sorry, I needed you to shut up for a minute.” He swallows as his hands move from you shirt to your face, cradling it as he looks at you honestly. It takes everything in you to not look away from his piercing look that’s making you feel more vulnerable than you’ve ever felt.

“Ace said something about us only staying together because of how long we’ve been together. And I just- I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay because-”

“Because what? Because you were there when Mom died? Because you were at my high school graduation? Honey, I love you because you were there. I’ve been with other girls but no one has ever truly understood me in the way you do, because no one gets it like you do. You were there on every anniversary after Dad died. You were there when Mom got sick and you were there when she passed. You were there when I graduated from high school and you were there, even when you weren’t. I love you because at 16, the only thing I wanted to do when I got my license was go on road trips and listen to music with you. I love you because you knew Mom and she adored you, and you felt her death just as much as I did. I love you because you forgave me, even when you didn’t have to. I love because you’re my partner and the only person I have felt this myself with. I love you because you scream Taylor Swift songs in the car and cry over videos of cute dogs and let me cook for you, even though I know you’ve learned how. I love you because of how long we’ve known each other. There’s no one else in this world I would want to be with.” You take a shaky breath, moving away from his grasp to wipe away your tears. He grabs your chin, turning your head back to him so he can wipe them away with his thumb, still looking at you with that raw honesty, the pure love that you’re not so sure you deserve. You swallow, unsure of what to say.

“I-”

“For the record, I don’t want another pretty pilot. I want you. It’s only ever been you.” You nod, still feeling breathless.

“I know.” You whisper, because you do know. There’s a beat of silence as he takes one of your hands. “Do you think they’d be mad if we didn’t show?” He raises his eyebrow. “I kind just want to go home.” You whisper. He chuckles softly, leaning over to give you one more kiss.

“Yeah, let’s go back to my place.”

Once back at the Bradshaw household, he ordered pizza as you warded off texts in the group chat, rain-checking the beers Phoenix and Hangman owed you. They were giving the two of you shit, stating that you guys could bone later (thanks Hangman) which earned a middle finger emoji from your end. Later, once you were fed and wrapped up underneath a blanket with your boyfriend, him pressing soft kisses to your shoulder and rubbing circles into the skin did you bring up what happened in the car.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper as the movie flickers across the screen, casting the only light in the room. The words are so quiet, you’re unsure if he heard them.

“Don’t be. I shouldn’t have gotten mad.”

“No, not that, I meant it when I said I wasn’t sorry. The other thing. What I said in the car.”

“Oh.” Oh? You swallow nervously, rolling to face him, back turned away from the TV. “Hi.” He whispers, reaching up to poke your nose. You scrunch it and stick your tongue at him, causing him to laugh. “Don’t be sorry. I love you. This is the one thing you don’t have to worry about, because I’m not going anywhere.”

“Still, I shouldn’t have-”

“Honey, your Mom left. Your old team spent two years telling you in detail all the reasons why no one would ever like you. Ace wasn’t kind with her words and I’d be upset too. It’s okay.”

“Still-”

“I’ll kiss you to make you shut up again.” He threatens but there’s no malice in his words, only laughter.

“Wouldn’t hate that.” You whispered and he smirked.

“Yeah, I know.”

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pocketjoong · 10 months

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❥𓂃𓏧THE RING chapter 3! masterlist

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS) Five years ago, the seas became unruly; there were waves large enough to drown islands, storms deadly enough to destroy anything, and monsters big enough to swallow ships. Everyone avoided the waters, never daring to stray too far from the shores. People had adapted to this lifestyle, but things changed for the worse. A report of dark mist swallowing islands and killing everything in its path was made. No one knew what it was. Everyone dreaded it, praying that it wouldn’t reach their islands. Around the same time, things changed for your family as well.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) merman!seonghwa x fem!reader; pirate!hongjoong x fem!reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) violence. swearing. eventual smut. angst.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 3.8k

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (NOTES) I always enjoy feedback, reviews, and asks so don't hesitate to comment/send an ask! Things are moving forward and we're getting closer to Hongjoong's appearance! Anyways, do send an ask to be added to the taglist if you are interested! Also I cross post on AO3 only!

You wait until everyone is asleep and for the castle to fall silent before leaving. Your hand pats against the dagger safely tucked into the belt at your waist and tug at the hood of your cloak to make sure that your face is hidden before opening the door. You peek from the crack, looking both ways carefully and only step outside when you are sure that the hallways are empty. As you walk in silence, your thoughts flicker from Seonghwa and Yeosang to the Mist and the words of the soldier you had managed to talk to—talk being an exaggeration since you weren't able to decipher much from the soldier's hysterical blabbering.

Since it's past dinner time, only a few guards who are supposed to be patrolling are around, so you easily sneak downstairs, this not being the first time you have done so. Arriving at the first level of the dungeons, you stop in front of a seemingly unused door and open it using a key that hangs from your necklace. You close the door behind yourself and lock it for good measure before resuming your journey through the stone-lined tunnel. A few minutes later, you reach the end of the tunnel and open the door on this side to emerge into a cellar filled with wooden crates and barrels of wine. You creep slowly towards the wooden staircase that leads upstairs, starting to hear the voices of the patrons of Orivia Inn. You reach another door at the top of the stairs and knock thrice, only for it to be opened by a woman in her mid-20s. She smiles on seeing you and bows her head in respect before leading you through an empty hallway and up the stairs until you are in front of a door.

“Would you like anything, Your Highness?” Hyo asks you, taking your leave when you shake your head.

The door creaks open even before you can knock, causing you to jump. You lock gazes with a wide-eyed Seonghwa, who relaxes when he realises it is just you. He steps aside to let you enter, and you find yourself standing in the middle of the room.

Seonghwa blinks at you before nodding at the plush chair next to the table in the corner, “You didn't bring Yeosang with you?”

You shake your head, “He fell asleep earlier today, and I didn't have the heart to wake him up because of the pitiful amount of sleep he has gotten ever since we got news of the Mist.”

“Ouch,” Seonghwa winces, settling down on the bed in his room. “You look tired as well... Long day?”

You let out a frustrated laugh, “Something like that.”

“You should get some rest too, My Lady. A wild guess, but I think you need to catch up on some well-needed sleep.”

His words make you smile, and you shake your head in amusement, “Who would have guessed?”

Seonghwa laughs at your sarcasm, “Only a genius like me, apparently.”

Before you can say something, there is a knock at the door, and Hyo peeks her head inside. She enters with a tray full of snacks for you to munch on.

“It's on the house,” she winks at Seonghwa before hurrying back outside, closing the door behind her with a click.

The subtle flirting doesn't come as a surprise to you, Seonghwa has an alluring charm to him, but at the same time, a dangerous current seems to run beneath his sweet demeanour, which makes him mysterious and interesting enough to turn a few heads.

“So, what did you learn from your soldier about the Mist?” Seonghwa's words bring you out of your thoughts, and you look at him. His eyes search your face for answers, the intensity of his stare making you look away.

“Not much, really,” you manage, throat tight beneath his attention. You can still feel his burning gaze against the side of your face as you clear your throat to not sound as out of breath as you feel. “The man was too hysterical for us to decipher much apart from a couple of words. All I got was the Mist is suffocating and brings “unspeakable horrors” with it.”

Silence follows your words, and when Seonghwa doesn't say anything, you turn to look at him, only for you to see that his lips are pulled into a frown.

“Unspeakable horrors,” Seonghwa echoes under his breath, bewilderment and confusion etched onto his face as his brows knit together. “Wha—”

He stops abruptly, narrowing his eyes at the door before relaxing slightly.

Before you can ask him what is wrong, there is a gentle knock at the door—a polite, barely there sound that you wouldn't have heard if the room wasn't so silent. Seonghwa stands to open it, revealing Yeosang on the other side. He looks tired and worried; the light from the candles in the room allows you to see purple bruise-like bags spreading underneath his eyes.

You get up, stepping next to Seonghwa, your movement causing Yeosang’s eyes to meet yours. His demeanour relaxes imperceptibly when he sees you next to his friend.

“You’re okay…”

Yeosang’s words are barely above a whisper, and suddenly, you feel bad for leaving without telling him. You know he worries every time you’re not in his sight, especially now when the world is on the verge of destruction. You’ve been his sun for so long that without you, he feels like a planet lost in space.

You are so busy staring at Yeosang that you don’t realise how close you are to Seonghwa, and it’s only when Yeosang’s eyes shift to the taller male that you finally feel the heat emanating from his skin through the satin of his clothes and yours, and into your very bones. Your clear your throat, taking a step away from the heat that scorches between you two and instead usher Yeosang in.

“I’m sorry, Yeo. You looked so peaceful sleeping that I did not have the heart to awaken you,” you admit softly. “You needed to catch up on some sleep.”

“It’s okay, I am just glad that you are okay. I didn’t know where you were, and this was the first place that came to mind. I don’t know what I’d tell your father if I didn’t find you here,” he admits.

As he settles onto the bed Seonghwa had been occupying before, the light from the candles casts deep shadows on his face causing the contours of his face to appear agitated, amplifying his anxious demeanour. “Y/N,” is all Yeosang manages before heaving a sigh and casting a glance at Seonghwa, who has now opted to lean against the frame of the window and watches the two of you with concern burning in his irises.

The tension between the three of you is thick, palpable, and so heavy that you could cut it with the dagger safely tucked into your side. The heaviness settles in the air, drying your throat. You wouldn’t be surprised if your shoulders start aching at any given moment.

“What news do you bring, Your Highness?” Seonghwa’s melodious voice cuts through the air, casting a temporary net of serenity over all of you.

“It’s worse than we assumed,” Yeosang announces with an air of finality. Shattering the temporary calm that had embraced the three of you. “We have received news of the Mist arriving at the shores of Ceres.”

Time seems to still at Yeosang’s words, your breath faltering as your heart stutters in your chest. You’re sure all the blood in your cheeks has drained and turned you pale as a ghost.

“No…” you whisper, a broken sound that causes both the males to wince at the heartbreak in your voice. Yeosang’s own eyes mirror the anguish in yours, and he seems to curl into himself.

“My Lady,” comes the gentle caress of Seonghwa’s voice, hoping to soothe the pain and anxious uncertainty that flows through you. In the bleakness of the night, his tone holds promises of hope and healing. “I know of a seer on Ceres. I’ve been promised answers from them.”

“But the seer only appears on full moon nights,” you say, hands fisting on your knees, knuckles tense as you grip at the skirts of your dress.

“That means she shall appear tomorrow.” A breeze follows Yeosang’s words, flowing through the room with a gusto that flickers the candles, casting tall shadows that distort the room into frightening shapes.

“Then I shall leave for Ceres after sundown,” Seonghwa announces with an air of finality that causes you to scoff.

“You’re not leaving alone, Seonghwa,” you tell him, warmth leaving your tone as you cock an eyebrow at him as you wait for him to deny your words.

“But Y/N—”

The expected protest comes, but not from Seonghwa. It is Yeosang who speaks, causing you to smother a bitter laugh. It is only your affection for your friend that allows him relief from the rapidly unravelling threads of your usually unyielding patience.

“The seer is known to be standoffish with males. You may not be humans, but you are men, and she will not answer either of you,” your voice is as sharp and unforgiving as the edge of a sword pressed against a warrior’s neck. “Sirelia is my home, and after devouring Ceres, the Mist’s next victim will be my Kingdom. You cannot expect me to sit and wait for you to bring answers.”

“The journey won’t be easy. I don’t even know if we’ll get to come back to Crestshore after meeting with the seer,” Seonghwa warns you, holding your stare with his own, his gaze sharp as steel and penetrating deep into your heart, looking for a hint of fear or hesitation. Finding none, his lips quirk up on one side. “Very well, then, My Lady. He then turns to Yeosang, “And you will be joining us too, Your Highness?”

“Of course,” Yeosang says with a small nod, his expression unreadable save for the bags beneath his eyes. “Sileria is my home as much as Atlantis is, and both are in danger right now.”

“Okay, so how do we get there?” Seonghwa breaks the silence that falls between the three of you, glancing between you and Yeosang.

“Ships will be going to and from Crestshore to safely bring people from Ceres here,” Yeosang says, getting on his feet and prompting you to do the same. “We can sneak onboard one of them around dusk.”

“Sounds like a plan, then,” Seonghwa finally leaves his station at the side of the room and crosses the distance between the two of you and himself in a few strides.

“We’ll meet you here,” you affirm with what you hope is a reassuring smile.

On the way back to the castle, the silence that falls between you and Yeosang isn't comfortable, neither is it awkward, but both of you are in your own worlds, thinking about what the future might hold for you.

“I'm sorry,” you are surprised by the apologetic tone of his voice. He sounds exhausted as if he is tired of the world. “I shouldn't have kept my lineage from you, especially not when you saved me and trusted me with your life. I...”

You watch as Yeosang seems to be having a debate with himself, not knowing whether to continue or not, as he nibbles on his bottom lip.

Seeing him like this, you release a sigh, “It's fine, Yeo. Really,” you add when he looks at you incredulously. “I kind of understand where you are coming from. I don't know what you went through to have ended up in the oceans in the state we found you in, but it must have been horrible. And from what Seonghwa said about your step-brother,” you shake your head sorrowfully, “I suppose I can look past that little part about you being a mermaid...uh, merman?”

“It still doesn't make it okay that I lied to you,” frustration settles in his shoulders, causing them to tense up as he watches you with dark eyes that make you think of shadows. Though the more he looks at you, his expression seems to lighten, and he eventually exhales heavily. “Thank you, Y/N. For saving me, for being my friend, and for trusting me even after knowing the truth.”

You smile at him ruefully, bumping your shoulder with his playfully as you continue walking in silence, this one being more comfortable than the previous one.

Tucked a few hundred miles away from the South of the Kingdom of Sirelia, Ceres is a fairly big island nation that has been your ally ever since history books were written. From the shores of Crestshore, it appears like a dot over the sea, a beacon of warmth during the night. As you approach the island, it grows bigger, and the noise from the bustling port reaches your ears. You can see scores of people waiting for their chance to set foot on a boat and reach Crestshore.

As the ship reaches the pier and the crew prepares for docking, you hear Seonghwa’s intake of breath from your side, followed by a wince from Yeosang. Your eyes move from one male to the other as you see them battle something you are unaware of. Whatever it is, it seems to hurt Seonghwa more than Yeosang, for the former has closed his eyes and presses his hands against the railing, breathing deeply as if to ground himself.

“Seonghwa, pull yourself together,” Yeosang’s voice is sharp as a dagger, piercing through whatever it is that startled Seonghwa, who, despite the steel that laces the younger male’s words, seems to find support in them. You watch as Seonghwa seems to lift himself taller, straightening his spine in the wake of Yeosang’s words.

“Let’s go,” Yeosang’s hands pull at your hood once before he’s guiding you to the ramp. It’s slightly hard for the three of you to go the opposite way from the others without garnering too much attention, but you somehow manage to dodge every single person until you reach the first alleyway you see and slip into it. Your journey from there is much easier, considering that the narrower streets are deserted.

“Where to?” Seonghwa questions, his eyes looking everywhere for any danger or sign of the seer.

“Just follow me,” you reply curtly, your pace brisk, almost bordering on a run. The two males keep pace with you easily, using their long legs to their full advantage, though Seonghwa is half a pace behind you, covering your backs as you rush through the cobbled streets of Niafell, Ceres’ biggest port city, in darkness. Almost thirty minutes later, you start hearing voices again, along with the sounds that are typical of a port.

“Where—”

“Keep your heads down. Just trust me on this one,” your voice is sharp as you look around for the familiar sign. You breathe a sigh when you see it, a crescent moon encased in the body of a sun.

“The shop is magical…” Seonghwa breathes as you come to a stop in front of a small shack. It looks unassuming from where you stand, a small, abandoned building that is hanging onto its last few days. But you know better, and so do the males at your side. Seonghwa’s hands catch the sheer drape fluttering in the wind. His touch causes sparkles of bright light to emerge from his fingertips, and for the first time since meeting him, you seem to realise that he isn’t human after all.

“Let’s go, shall we?”

With that, you lead your companions into the shop. It looks like an antique shop at first glance; knick-knacks and jars full of herbs fill the room, and you spot small knives on the far side. Ignoring it all, you walk through the room into another, this one is bare save for a table that occupies the middle. On the table is a crystal ball, behind which sits the woman you were supposed to meet. Without any word to Seonghwa or Yeosang, you slide into a chair in front of the table, and though you can’t see them, you feel the two males come to sit beside you.

The seer looks at the three of you with an unreadable expression, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end. She is old, her face full of wrinkles, and her eyes shine with wisdom, but the way she’s looking at you unnerves you. You are sure your hands are trembling where you had rested them on your knees. You move to turn them into fists, only for each of your hands to be encased by warmth from either side.

Yeosang’s hand covers your right one, his thumb gently stroking over your knuckles. His hands are soft but still roughed up by the training he had gone through over the years for him to be allowed to become your bodyguard. Seonghwa’s are more delicate, though you can feel the strength that runs through his joints as he squeezes your hand in an act of comfort. With them both by your side, the nerves settle somewhat, but the buzzing is still there, an uncomfortable reminder of the danger that lurks in the air not so far away from where you are. You haven’t encountered the Mist, and you hope that you don’t.

“What brings you here, Princess of Sirelia?” she questions, eyes shining in curiosity. “Most royals do not set foot in the black district of Ceres.”

“We need to find a way to stop the Mist,” you jump straight to the point.

“Ah, the Mist,” you can’t tell if it’s your eyes playing tricks on you because of the light, but she seems amused.

She stands from her seat with a grace that you would not have associated with a woman of her age and almost glides to the bookcase that lines the side of the room. You hadn’t noticed it when you entered, and you wonder how you managed to miss it when it covers the entirety of the wall. She browses through the tomes, fingers gently brushing the air over the worn spines until she stops at a violet book that seems older than the rest. She pulls it from the shelf and gently places it on the table.

Seonghwa’s hand trembles over yours, and instead of watching the seer open the book, you choose to glance at the male who seems to be holding himself back. You can tell he’s biting the inside of his cheek. Curious, you turn to your friend, who seems to mirror Seonghwa’s awe.

You tilt your head to the side, Yeosang catching the movement from the corner of his eyes. “The book… I think it’s the only one from Atlantis that survives on the humans’ side of the world,” his whisper is so quiet that you end up reading his lips rather than hearing him speak those words.

“Atlantis, as you both probably know,” the seer glances at the two males sitting by your side, “existed even before human civilisation. It was created by Poseidon himself and is advanced far beyond what humans can even dream of being. Magic and technology come together to create the kingdom, which is—uh, was—” she looks up from the book and at Yeosang, “—ruled by his descendants until much recently.”

“The male next to you, Your Highness,” she speaks to you, “is the true keeper of the ocean. Atlanteans don’t control the oceans, far from it. However, the emotions and temperament of whoever sits on the throne influence the nature of the seas, as you must have surmised from how they have been behaving since the new ruler took the throne.”

“What about the mist?” Seonghwa asks, impatience seeping into his tone. The seer looks at him sharply, and he swiftly mumbles an apology, waiting for her to continue.

“I am not sure what this Mist is as I haven’t had the chance to study it. All I can tell is that you are dealing with the darkest of magic here because my own magic can feel it. I suppose you can feel it too? It feels suffocating, doesn’t it?” The seer glances from Yeosang to Seonghwa before continuing, “The only way to stop the Mist and return the oceans to their original temperament is to stop the ruler of Atlantis.”

“And how do we do that?” You feel anxiety coursing through each nerve as you free your hands from beneath Seonghwa’s and Yeosang’s in favour of gripping the table in front of you.

“As a land-dweller like yourself, I cannot tell you much, Your Highness. For after Atlantis fell, all records of the kingdom were destroyed, except this little book that has certain information about the kingdom from when it was above the sea. But,” she adds when she sees your face fall, “I have seen visions in my crystal ball. You need to find the forgotten one who will lead you to the three lost treasures. Only when you have all three will you be able to defeat the one who sits on the Atlantean throne. Be careful, though, for this journey will test you in ways you cannot even begin to imagine.” Her eyes lock with yours suddenly, and you feel the terror burning inside of them, “You must do whatever you can to stop his madness, Your Highness. If you don’t, there is no telling what destruction awaits all of us.”

You stand from your seat, the boys scrambling to their feet behind you. “Thank you.”

Once out of the shop, Yeosang spins you around and levels you with an icy stare, “Black district? Are you out of your mind?”

“We have answers, or at least something to go with, Yeosang,” Seonghwa reminds him gently and levels you with a stare, “What did she mean by black district?”

You nod towards the right, where the street veers towards the left, “Behind this is the port used by pirates, for they are the only ones foolish enough to brave the seas even with their lives at stake on the oceans. What do you guys know about the forgotten one and the three treasures?”

“We need to leave for Coralhaven,” Seonghwa tells you. “The ‘forgotten one’ can only be Jongho. He was banished from Atlantis a long, long time ago and lives the life of a human on that island.”

“How do we get there, though? Considering Y/N won’t let us go on our own,” Yeosang looks at you with an exasperated yet fond expression that makes you grin.

“I have an idea,” you smirk at the males, who seem to grow pale at your enthusiasm.

“Uh oh,” Seonghwa mutters under his breath.

Uh oh, indeed.

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onlyseokmins · 2 years

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Hi, hello. Nice to meet you. You've never met me before....ever.

Don't ask questions.

You don't know me.

But I would like to talk about like ice play with one Lee Seokmin.

Pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni), established relationship!au, fluff ig

Warnings: *sighs* ice play lol, oral (m&f), swearing, soft!dom seok ig cuz i'm weak, as usual lmk if I missed smth bc i'm stupid

WC: 1.5k

A/N: this has been haunting me but it's finally done it's a lil messy sorry (not in a good way) but I plan to finish it's so-called "prequel" pretty soon :3 also thank you anon, yes, no idea who you could possibly be hehehe also this is basically unedited sorry fskdfjs will fix it when i wake up

You're never listening to Kim Mingyu. Ever again.

Who knew what seemed like a harmless prank initiated by your (former) best friend would end up biting you in the ass hours later? Well… Seokmin hadn't bitten your ass… yet… but at this point, nothing would surprise you.

The headboard of your shared bed might break with how tight you were gripping it, jaw clenched as you glared daggers at the wall. Your boyfriend giggles beneath you.

"Sit down, love."

A shiver crawls up your back, not just from the affectionate term, but the chill of his fingers tickling your thighs as he trails feather-light touches up and down them. You're slightly shaking from the exertion of hovering above his smug face plus the man's prior ministrations. Despite being a pussy-eating-pro (for whatever cursed/blessed reason the universe decided to bestow this skill to him), you had yet to directly sit upon his face for such an activity.

It was scary for many reasons. Yet somehow here you are, sweet-talked by your menace of a boyfriend into this precarious position. You were still unsure about the whole deal and even more so with that ice cube Seokmin's playing with on his tongue. How he managed to convince you that this was a good idea was beyond you.

You let out a whine, pout on full display. He finds it adorable.

"Hurry up, babe, it's gonna melt."

Cold hands settle on your hips to try and gently urge you down, but it only makes you whine even louder. He has the audacity to laugh, and you have half a mind to just shut him up then and there.

While you were (slightly) worried about suffocating this dumb man, your main gripe was the unfamiliar coldness. Even when the heat is sweltering outside, you savored Seokmin's consistent warmth. It was as distinctly a part of him as his sweet demeanor — and now with both of those seemingly gone, you were acting much brattier than you ever would.

"What did Mingyu do with my boyfriend?" You hissed out and the grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly. Bingo. "I want him back."

"Mentioning another man when I'm literally about to blow your mind?"

"This is all his fault. And it's not like you've done anything yet."

"You really want to do this, love?"

It's a double-sided question. He knows the gears are turning in that pretty little head of yours, can see how you bite your lip to hold back another needy whine when his thumbs slowly move down to draw circles on your inner thighs. His gaze follows the patterns of goosebumps decorating the skin around your perky nipples all the way down to your fluttering entrance above him.

You can hear the ice cube clink against his teeth as he licks his lips. You're leaking. Surprised your wetness hadn't dripped on his face already. Seokmin knows your body too well, what makes you tingle the best before even reaching that height of ecstasy. Sometimes you find the man's insane instincts a little too unfair but it's always for your benefit, in the end, and you trust him entirely.

Because even with the teasing look in his eyes, you can see his concern in the way his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly, searching your own gaze for even the tiniest doubt. You think it's kind of pathetic how your heart melts at his constant gentleness and attentiveness — the calm before the storm — because you know he's waiting for an answer.

You meekly nod, brushing a stray hair from his forehead, and he hums.

"That's not an answer, silly baby. Funny how you listen right away to Gyu when he tells you to slip an ice cube down my pants but can't even answer my simple question…" The grip on your thighs is now bruising, holding you up and not allowing you to move an inch. "Yes. Or. No?"

The "yes" on your lips turns into an unflattering squeal when he rasps out "c'mere baby" and flat out drops you on his face. Your entire figure lurches forward at the searing coldness, teased right along with Seokmin's warm tongue. You're kind of uncertain if you've cum already, one hand tangled in your boyfriend's hair and the other squeezing the sheets beside him.

It's truly a mind-blowing sensation as he quite literally makes out with your cunt and the ice cube rapidly melts as he pushes it in and sucks it back out. Your hips rock slightly on their own accord, and you shiver when your clit brushes against his perfectly shaped nose. Only to widen your eyes and freeze when Seokmin groans the loudest he ever has (and he's pretty darn loud).

It's torture to lift your hips slightly up and off of him out of concern, swallowing hard at the absolute mess of wetness covering his chin and mouth, how lidded his eyes are from how fucked out he is. Entire body flushing at how much he was enjoying this. Moaning when he just pushes you back down on his tongue, mumbling how good you taste and encouraging you to grind and use him. Cold fingers playing with clit.

Seokmin's absolutely entranced. It's a good thing that he's a foreplay kind of man. A giving giver. Getting you as wet as possible (it helps his entry — let's be real) before he actually fucks you boosts his ego more than you think. And right now, it's an utter mess. And he loves it. The melted remnants of the ice cube mix with your juices and he figures if he's gonna drown and die this way, there would be zero complaints.

He knows you're close though and ever so generously wants to aid you. Fumbling for the trashy red solo cup he stole from Mingyu's party, it's your fingers that grab onto the frozen cube of water first.

It's with great effort that you swing your legs over to collapse beside him and now it's his turn to whine and protest. You shush him up when you manage to collect your bearings and reach for the zipper on his jeans.

"Oh, no. Baby, please don't do this to me."

You wickedly grin as you pull out his red, hard cock. "Aw, but it looks like someone needs to cool down a bit themself."

Seokmin has the same look you had before, jaw clenched with a glare that would probably scare absolutely no one but it's not like he's going to stop you and it's your turn to giggle. So, you gently trail an ice cube down the crevices of his abs as he grunts. By the time you're wrapping your hand around his length and gliding the ice cube with your tongue along the underside, he's full-on moaning his pretty sounds for you.

Alternating between kitten licks and wrist jerks, it isn't long before your boyfriend's pulling you up and crashing your lips together in a frenzied kiss. Both of you taste like the other in a delectable way.

"Wanna cum in you," he growls and you whisper an "okay" as you kiss the freckle on his jawline.

He managed to steal the sliver of ice from you before in the tangle of tongues exchange, crunching on it with a smug smile.

"Not a bad idea, huh?"

"Yeah, Mingyu's idea wasn't too bad after all."

Seokmin knows you're only doing this to egg him on and he's so whipped he obviously gives you the satisfaction. It's not even three seconds later before he's deep inside you. But just because you're the one on top doesn't mean a thing. He's fully controlling the pace, hands keeping your hips still as he thrusts up into you or running the remaining ice cubes around your nipples only for his tongue to follow to "keep you dry".

It doesn't take you long to come undone, teeth digging into his shoulder as you do indeed cum the hardest you ever had. Seokmin's not far behind, having been hard for probably hours by now. You lay on the damp bedsheets, something you'll have to change once you catch your breath. For now, you snuggle into your boyfriend's warm arms.

"Too much?" He chuckles and you shake your head.

"No. But let's not do that for a bit. I prefer your warmth instead."

"Is that so?" He gazes at you with so much affection when you nuzzle his chest that his next words make you roll your eyes. "Then a shower for round two?"

"At least let me rest!"

"You don't have to do a thing, baby, I'll take care of you."

You don't fall for his innocent act when he kisses your forehead. It's a good thing because the shower session is just as, if not more, intense — the both of you struggling not to crack your heads open. But! It's true Seokmin always takes care of you, drying your hair off with a fond smile as you do the same.

#dk fic #dokyeom fic #dokyeom smut #dk smut #seokmin smut #seokmin fic #seokmin x reader #seventeen fic #svt fic #svt smut #seventeen smut #ez.creates #lee seokmin smut #Lee dokyeom smut #kpop smut #nonny 🎭#svt.smut

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losers (enemies | lovers)

@joukaiweek continues. for how much i love when characters are terrible to each other, i don’t write enough of it for kaijou, so here’s something a little spicy for you

Title: Losers Rating: E Characters: Joey Wheeler, Seto Kaiba Word Count: 1546 Warnings: Frottage, Hatefucking, Fist Fights Summary: "Fuck you," Wheeler breathes out, more like a sigh than an actual swear. Seto squeezes his grip. His brain is a buzz of activity. He wants to do something crazy. "Fighting on tournament grounds is an instant disqualification," he says. Wheeler leans down over him. "Are we fighting?" Seto doesn't blink, doesn't flinch. "I suppose that's up to you."

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If Seto can add one thing to the list of what he hates about Joey Wheeler, it would be his dedication.

By all rights, he should have fizzled after high school. No style, no deck, just a mish mash of trophy cards from half-baked duelists like him. Instead, Seto sees him at every tournament. No matter the place, the time, the travel costs, Joey makes his way into the stadium and lays down cards that should never work. He's a paper tiger, all brash and bravado, but his best cards could destroy him on their own. And every time, he climbs the ranks, higher and higher. Sponsorships are offered to him. Now he's in the press box after tournaments getting pictures taken with that wide, idiot grin. Seto despises the idiot's blind luck.

Seto is behind the cameras today. Perhaps what really makes him sour is he doesn't play in tournaments as much anymore. There was a time when he dropped everything to waltz in, summon his Blue Eyes, and walk out with the arena a crater behind him. Now, his obligations are elsewhere. It turns out companies with a CEO that disappears on a whim struggle, and his summons have become a parlor trick. The last KC tournament involved an AI computer attuned to his deck. Seto hadn't even been in the country.

Joey Wheeler had beaten it in five moves. As soon as Seto received the results, he'd made sure to book his next flight.

He watches as Wheeler holds up his trophy. It catches the light with his blond hair, still after all these years. It must be burned downed to the roots, Seto thinks cruelly. A reporter asks him some questions that he answers with his usual worthless ramble. Seto checks his phone. Emails pile up, and he ignores them all.

Eventually the press move on. The runner up is a newcomer, and Joey elbows her for coming so close to beating him. They pose, and then he steps out of the spotlight. Seto watches him as soon as the cameras are elsewhere. All the confidence comes down with that breath. He runs a hand through his hair and pulls down his collar. He looks up, and his eyes meet Seto's. Seto should be embarrassed for being caught looking at him, but he doesn't blink or look away. It's a brief staring concert, and it satisfies him that Wheeler gives up first. He storms out of the room.

Seto doesn't know why he follows. His feet move of their own accord. All he knows is he's not satisfied enough.

Wheeler marches down the corridor towards the elevators. Staff run past, focused on the circus in the other room, and around the corner they are suddenly alone. Wheeler walks straight past the elevator doors towards one of the conference rooms. Seto's pace quickens. He's nearly on Wheeler when he turns suddenly, grabbing Seto by the collar, and dragging him into the room. He's thrown into a chair. Wheeler tosses the trophy onto the table and stands over him, arms crossed, brows set.

"What the fuck is your problem," he says.

They're starting here. Good. Seto had no intention of playing nice.

"You are," he says simply.

Wheeler puffs out a breath that loosens a strand of hair from his face. "I shoulda known when you showed up. I'm doing my fucking job out there and you're staring daggers the whole time."

Seto will not be talked down to like a child. He stands from the chair, using every inch of his impressive height to lord over Wheeler.

"I came to see what excuse you call strategy these days," he growls. "It's a travesty you've made it this far. All you have is a trophy for dumb luck."

His fists ball, dropping to his side. "I work fucking hard for that deck. Not that you'd know it. You buy every fucking card you can get your hands on. You don't get to tell me my strategy is broke when yours is the same one since high school."

"You have no idea–"

"You think I don't?" Wheeler presses in, pushing Seto back against the table. "I've known you for years, and your strategy is a stale potato chip. I beat it like that."

He snaps his fingers, and something snaps in Seto. All he sees is blinding white.

"It's pathetic that they give you any attention at all," he says. "You're the same as always. A poor, pathetic dog."

Wheeler's fist moves, and Seto tastes blood before the hit registers. The bruise burns against his cheek. He'll need extra makeup for tomorrow.

His hands move faster than his brain does. In a moment he's gripping onto Wheeler's jacket, and the two are grappling, hitting, a knee comes up. This is not their schoolyard snipe fest. Wheeler is fed up with him, and he chooses violence. What he doesn't realize is Seto is already there.

Blood fills his mouth, and Wheeler is quick with his hands. Seto has training and height on his side, and he manages to knock him off balance. The two fall to the floor. Wheeler uses the momentary shock to roll Seto onto his back, knees locked to keep him from moving, and he drags Seto up by the collar. It's juvenile, but Seto bites into his jugular. He’s dropped onto the floor with a grunt. Wheeler's arm pulls back, but the hit doesn't land. They stop and stare at each other. Panting hard, Wheeler on top of him, the sensation has started an involuntary reflex. Seto is hard between his legs. Wheeler is perfectly situated to feel it. His pink lips part as he breathes heavily. Blood spackles beneath the surface of his skin where Seto bit him. His hand is still curled at Seto's collar. Seto wraps a hand around his wrist. The pulse is pounding against his palm.

"Fuck you," Wheeler breathes out, more like a sigh than an actual swear.

Seto squeezes his grip. His brain is a buzz of activity. He wants to do something crazy.

"Fighting on tournament grounds is an instant disqualification," he says.

Wheeler leans down over him. "Are we fighting?"

Seto doesn't blink, doesn't flinch. "I suppose that's up to you."

Hes yanked up yet again, and this time Joey's lips crash down on his. It's an ugly thing, all teeth, and they clatter against each other. Seto doesn't care. This is the itch he's been trying to scratch. Seeing all the lights on Wheeler, watching him act like he made something of himself. And here he is, down in the dirt like always, a creature of base instinct. Seto could say the same for himself.

Wheeler's hips start to move. The feeling against his erection is all friction. Wheeler has always been friction. From his brash attitude to the rough jean he wears and the bleach burned ends of his golden hair. It's like rubbing sandpaper. Seto wants him to take his skin off. Leave him bloodied and bristled and raw. Their angry mouthing leaves his lips red, and his humping speeds up. It's filthier somehow that they're fully clothed. Like they need it now, like they're teenagers again who are too stupid to know more. Wheeler's mouth leaves his, and he returns Seto's bite with fervor. Seto groans loudly, and that seems to spur him on. He's sucking and biting, pulling as much skin between his teeth as he can, and Seto is trapped beneath his weight. He's being fucked right now. It's disgusting. It's animal. He wants more.

Seto wraps his hands in Joey's disgusting hair and pulls as hard as he can. The sound it earns is pure hell. It comes from deep within Wheeler's chest. His own hard on isn’t felt between his legs, but he's enjoying the action as much as Seto is. They fuck against each other, still grabbing and biting and gasping and groaning. Wheeler's eyes squeeze shut, and Seto hugs closer to him. They're coming together. Wrapped in each other's arms. Seto can feel Wheeler's heartbeat against his. There's no fighting it. He comes in his pants and collapses. He's seeing white again in a much different way.

They breathe for a while, until Wheeler unwraps himself from Seto. He leaves him on the ground as he adjusts his shirt and pulls the collar up on the jacket. Not that it hides the bite. At least the pictures were taken earlier. He picks up his trophy, looks it over like he's never seen it before. Seto stays collapsed on the ground. Why bother moving yet?

"There's something fucking wrong with us," Wheeler says, staring into the reflective surface of the trophy.

"Speak for yourself," Seto says.

His lip curls. It's almost a smile. "You coming to the next tournament?"

Seto considers it. His work is piling up as they speak. The ceiling of the conference room stares down at him expectantly.

"We'll see," he says.

Wheeler kicks him with his shoe. It's barely a love tap. "I hate your ass."

"You haven't even seen it yet," Seto says.

He smirks. "Maybe next time."

He leaves the conference room. Seto stays. He feels disgusting and filthy and used. Maybe next time, he'll return the favor.

#joukai #kaijou #joey wheeler #jounouchi katsuya #seto kaiba

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rainnotliam · 1 year

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When I tell you I RAN to write this, I RAN! Yandere Arven, possessive behavior. Self insert shipping because I’m shameless:

He didn’t quite get the feeling. It was strange to him.

At first, he assumed all friends felt like this. All friends would constantly shoot daggers at people who talked to their treasured friend. All friends would feel an urge to bash the person’s skull against the wall until they lay no more as a corpse. All friends would feel like they had to get rid of others just to keep the one they loved safe.

Arven hadn’t had anything as close as this, this friendship for so long. It had been years since anyone held him those close against them, talked to him with such care in their eyes, hugged him without a second though happily. It had been years since he felt loved, felt cared by another living human being. It had been years since he finally had what he wanted.

Vee had accompanied with him throughout his quest for the Herba Mystica, even believing him when the Violet Book said it was merely a myth as well. His little buddy threw himself into battle without a second thought in front of Arven. Arceus, he didn’t even tell others about Mabosstiff��s issues for Arven.

And Arven loved him so much for that. He appreciated the work Vee had for tracking down the Titan’s location, pinning them against the wall for each and every Herba.

Even after he became Champion, he went straight away for Arven, Penny, Nemona, and him for Area Zero.

Vee had snapped Arven out of his trance, even being the one to make him enjoy the rest of the journey on everyone’s way back home to the academy.

He had sought for Arven after his upperclassman stated he would find clues about his Father. He even supported Arven’s dream to be a cook fully, smiling at him brilliantly like a Dazzling Gleam.

Arven’s heart pounded fast whenever his buddy was around. He loved saying the nickname whenever he could, just to receive jealous looks from others who didn’t know the Champion as well. He loved curling his arm around Vee, or patting him on the shoulder encouragingly whenever he could.

Arven simply enjoyed the envy of others’ faces whenever he was close to Vee. Because he was finally sure about his Treasure Hunt.

His one true treasure was Vee. It was the younger Champion. With no doubt.

Perhaps…

Perhaps that’s why Arven was feeling this way. People trying to know Vee better than he could, trying to compliment him left and right, sometimes even having the AUDACITY to FLIRT with Vee.

Arven would walk up and snatch his treasure away from the grasps of those dirty people. He would firmly state that Vee was not interested in any way with them whatsoever, and drag Vee across the hall with him.

His blood boiled to a hundred, a wrath of fire in his stomach storming around. How dare they!? Putting their nasty hands on Vee, the only one who ever gave attention to Arven? Wouldn’t they like to know better about THEIR relationship?

He would only snap back to his thoughts when a tug on his sleeve was made:

“Arven…”

“What is it?” Arven winced. He hadn’t mean to be so brash.

“I appreciate… the help back there… but I can fend them off on my own, y’know,” Vee muttered.

“…”

“I know. But I’m here to help you after all you’ve helped me with little buddy.”

“Are you jealous?”

The sudden question made Arven choke on his own spit, before soon his face rivaled the color of a Tomato berry. “What makes y-you think that?”

“…I’m not stupid, I see you glaring daggers at Hirano.”

“I’m not! I’m simply looking out for you!”

“That’s quite a god-ish move…”

Arven whipped his head around, only to give a glare at Vee. “Arceus is gone for good. Esta muerto. Va estar así, Vee. No puedes ver?”

Vee slightly trembled from those firm teal eyes. “I wasn’t trying to challenge you.”

His voice quivered, as though he feared… Arven?

No.

No no no no no, what has he done?

“Are you scared of me? I’m not going to hurt you Vee… I swear!”

The sudden 180 in personality made Vee let go of Arven’s hand, taking a few steps back.

The upperclassman watched Vee with horrified eyes, as the young Champion slowly backed away. As though cautious, as though he were the reason Vee was afraid.

Why?

Why was he becoming the one thing he swore to destroy?

“Vee, I-“

“I’m sorry. I- I need to leave-”

“Vee, wait, god dammit!”

Arven could only watch as Vee immediately ran for it, rushing through the hallways. The only hint he was ever there was the sound of echoing footsteps.

(End flashback)

There was a reason why he was so upset.

Vee had never been able to look him in the face after their last encounter. Arven was desperate for his attention, slipped notes into his backpack- he even tried to touch Vee, before Nemona stopped Arven. She hissed insults at him, only to receive a slap in the face from Arven.

She was in the nurse’s office with Miriam. Arven hadn’t sustained much damage to his health, or image.

(Will finish later)

#pokémon scarvio #pokemon arven #yandere #yandere arven #self insert x canon #pokemon self insert

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Crash Into You | Chapter One

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC Female Character

Summary: The Dagger Squadron's new flight surgeon, Lt Jess Harris has disliked Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw since college. Now that she's the Dagger's flight surgeon, she can no longer avoid Rooster and their contentious past.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: some cussing

A/N: Hello! There's a lot of exposition here, so bare with me on this first chapter. And as a disclaimer, I know very little about medicine and the military so anything in here is literally from looking stuff up and skimming wiki articles. Thank you for reading ♥

I'll get this out in the open: I didn't exactly care for Rooster and I'm certain he doesn't like me either. We matriculated at UVA together, though rarely ever crossed paths aside from various house parties mostly because I was on the pre med track and he was a political science major. There were some distinct moments that I always reference as reasons as to why Bradley Bradshaw is The Worst.

The first was the three weeks I was taking Intro to Poli Sci for some extra credits. Bradley rarely participated in class except when arguing the other side of an issue I had voiced my own opinion on. In the span of three weeks, we had gotten into five heated debates, all of which ended in the professor having to step in just to move the class along. And Bradley never failed to look smug when lobbing his counterpoints across the room, like he was toying with me. I ended up dropping the class because my workload that semester turned out to be oppressive and something had to give.

He found me in the library a few weeks after our last class together and asked if I chickened out of the course because he was the superior orator. I told him his views were too simplified and that he relied too much on emotional arguments. Bradley's counter argument was I leaned too heavily on data and facts when in reality geopolitics are more nuanced. I might have insulted his intelligence and he probably called me callus. The details have gotten fuzzy over time. But I definitely remember flipping him off. He just laughed and gave me two middle fingers right back.

The second was sophomore year when he and his friends woke up half my apartment floor looking for someone who didn't even live in my building. I had pulled an all-nighter the day before and had really been looking forward to getting some much needed rest. But no! Bradley and his merry group of drunks woke me up yelling for Emily or Emma or something. I stormed out of my apartment and gave them a piece of my mind. Instead of apologizing for the ruckus, Bradley tried to flirt his way around my sleep deprived fury - the audacity. There was no way he thought I was actually "lookin' good", what with my ratty t-shirt and old gym shorts, pony tail falling out of its elastic tie and days old mascara smudges under my eyes. But his smirky smile didn't falter and I swear I caught him looking at my chest instead of listening to my noise complaint.

Ugh, men.

Had I not already developed a dislike for Bradley at this point, I might have given him a pass. (College kids are allowed to let off steam and it was just after midterms, after all.) Bradley was definitely cute in his college days: kind, brown eyes and an easy smile; dark, wavy hair that flopped over his forehead on one side. His face was a bit boyish, still in transition from teenager to adulthood. He was easy to spot, too. Bradley's fondness for Hawaiian shirts made him stick out in a crowd. That and he was easily six foot, if not taller. But no such luck with me, oh no. No amount of Bradshaw Charm could get him off my shit list that night.

I saw him the most at parties after that, wherein I learned we are both extremely competitive and don't take losing beer pong well. I lost count of the number of drunken rematches, but we had earned a reputation for quarreling over anything if left alone for too long. My roommate banned me from playing party games my junior year. This coincided around the time Bradley and my roommate were 'dating' but 'not dating'. I made myself very scarce those long four weeks. They broke up after Bradley said he didn't want anything serious - which is how all of his relationships were rumored to end. I sat with my roommate as she cried into a value size tub of cheese puffs, offering to kick him in the nuts next time I saw him. She never took me up on the offer.

More recently, of course, there was the time we crossed paths on a carrier post-college. I was doing a two week rotation on the USS Ford as a fresh faced flight surgeon. Rooster was still trying to stake his claim as the best naval aviator in his squad and had beat out a few of his other squadron members for a high profile mission. The morning of the mission came and his commanding officer pulled him because he looked like he was about to pass out when he showed up for the final debrief. When he came down to the clinic, he was sweating profusely due to a high fever and had a nasty cough. I had been the on duty surgeon, unfortunately for both of us. Neither knew the other was on board, making the entire exam one of the more excruciatingly long moments in my adult life. We exchanged awkward, stiff pleasantries and I gave him the bad news that he had the flu which meant I couldn’t clear him to fly. Like seemingly all pilots I've met, he had something to prove and did not take the news well. He stormed out after some unkind words and I didn’t see him the rest of the time I was on the Ford.

His career obviously didn’t take the meteoric blow like he claimed through a stuffy nose several years ago. Rooster had graduated first out of Top Gun, was a well respected and decorated pilot, and now part of the newly formed, elite special task squadron known as the Daggers. I’d say he overreacted just a bit. Either way, Bradley Bradshaw was loud, annoyingly proud, and egotistical. A position I maintain to this day but didn't exactly vocalize because everyone seems to genuinely like him around the halls of Top Gun. My active avoidance of anything involving Rooster has been noticed by Phoenix though she never pushes the issue. Either she really wasn't as nosey as she claimed or she just didn't care.

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In theory, half my time at Top Gun should be spent in the clinic, the other half split between running training evac exercises and flying with pilots. What I was not expecting when taking this post was getting assigned as the Dagger Squadron's flight surgeon, which is how I find myself on an aircraft carrier and not sneaking into the debrief room at Top Gun because it has the best coffee on base. Their old flight surgeon was promoted last week and left to do a stint on the USS Mercy, leaving me as the new Dagger flight surgeon. Wherever they go, I go.

The job title 'flight surgeon' is a bit misleading and I try to avoid using it around civilians. I'm not performing regular surgical procedures on pilots, though I'm not too bad with a scalpel. Really it's just an outdated title for a general practitioner who deals specifically with aviators as patients. I'm trained to make sure naval aviators and their crew can handle the stresses of their job (and there's a lot of mental and physical stress in the cockpit) along with treating minor aches and pains and chronic illnesses.

Phoenix was surprised to see me but also mildly miffed I hadn't told her my 'new job' meant being on base the night we met.

“Not a pilot but you work with pilots, eh?” She had said after a light punch to my arm. “Please tell me you aren’t always that evasive with your answers.”

“It depends,” I responded with a coy smile and she just laughed.

She is part of the Daggers, along with Bob. The two had basically adopted me after my first day. I didn’t see Bob and Phoenix often, but I’ve had lunch with them a few times. Phoenix came over for dinner two weekends ago and helped me assemble Ikea furniture in my new rental by the beach. It digressed quickly once we added forzen margaritas to the equation. I met the other Daggers as they filtered in and out of the clinic for various reasons. They were a tight knit group led by the legendary Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell. When they weren't teaching Top Gun students, they were assigned to highly classified missions that required only the most skilled pilots to carry out.

I didn't know what today's mission on the Ford was but it only required two pilots who ended up being Hangman and Rooster. I watched them catapult off the carrier just before dawn. I had seen this maybe hundreds of times but I will never get over watching those powerful planes fling off the end of the runway and sail into the seemingly endless horizon. After helping out in the clinic, I went back to my bunk (thankfully it was just me) to get some sleep. I had just drifted off when I was called back to the clinic to check out a pilot with a possible concussion.

I wasn't anticipating Hangman and Rooster to be waiting on me, the latter with an ice pack smashed against his forehead. They were both in their full flight gear, leading me to believe they had just gotten back on board. Last I heard the mission was a resounding success with no issues so I was beyond curious to know what happened.

I looked over Rooster's chart as he sat on the exam table. He is as healthy as a goddamn horse. Of course he was.

"You made it through the entire mission without any problems and yet you still manage to get hurt," I glance up. "Gotta say, I'm a little impressed."

Hangman laughs and the sound fills the small space. He's got a great smile. I wouldn't be surprised if that won a lot of people over. I can see why Phoenix finds him attractive, though I can't get her to admit it. Next to him, Rooster is shooting a withering glare at both of us.

"Sorry doc," Rooster's wingman says. "I'm afraid it was partly my fault."

"Partly?" Rooster butts in. "Try a hundred percent."

"I distracted Bradshaw here and he ran right into one of the bulkhead doorways."

The joy from the mental image of Rooster bonking his head is payment enough for being pulled away from a nap. It had to have been at least a little funny - possible concussion aside. A few of the larger doors meant to keep water out in the event of hull damage require you to either duck or step over the threshold. There were a few I even had to lower my head for and I clocked in at five foot nine inches with boots on.

"Let's take a look at the damage," I roll over on my stool.

"I'm gonna hit the showers," Hangman says. "I think you've got it covered, doc."

I wave the blond pilot off and to Rooster I say, "I need to look at your head."

Rooster doesn't move for a moment and just stares at me. He opens his mouth to say something but decides against it and removes the hand with the ice pack to reveal a red, slightly raised mark near the hairline. I ask the normal questions while I go though concussion protocol. Headache, nausea, blurred vision, etc.

"What's the verdict?" Rooster mumbles. He sucks in a breath as I gently poke the bruise that is forming. It's the sort of bruise that will turn all sorts of unpleasant colors before it disappears.

"A minor concussion," I roll back to the table with my tablet to make notes. "What were you doing, speed walking through the ship?"

"No, I was - wait, does this mean I'm grounded?"

I glance up from his chart. Rooster's jaw is set, expression stoney. It's just like last time. Here we go.

"Yes," I say evenly. "If your symptoms get worse, obviously let me know but come back tomorrow and we can see about getting you up for flight status. But with a concussion, even minor-"

"Yeah I got it, Harris," Rooster cuts me off and grimaces. "Not my first rodeo."

"Run into a lot of bulkheads?" I ask and close out of his file.

He ignores the jab. "You know, the only times I've been grounded for health reasons have been by you," he crosses his arms, which looks a bit awkward with all of his gear still on.

"I doubt that's true," I say even though I'm 90 percent sure he's actually right. I was just in his medical records after all. But the knee jerk reaction to contradict him was unstoppable.

"Nah," he's got that combative glint in his eyes. "I think you have it out for me. Just don't know why."

I scoff. "Excuse you, I take my job very seriously and would never abuse my position."

"But you haven't denied that you don't like me."

"One, that wasn't your original statement. And two, oh no, someone doesn't like you. I think your ego could take the hit."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Don't you like me?" He smiles wryly. "Sheesh, Jess I'm beginning to think I'm not the one with the head injury here."

"Seriously?" I rub my temples. "You were rude and obnoxious to me at every opportunity in college."

"You weren't exactly peaches and cream, darlin'." he replies. "I distinctly remember you saying I was the reason God created the middle finger."

"You called me a soulless ice queen the first time we were on this boat together."

Rooster finally looked a bit guilty. "Not exactly a shining moment for me, but I did have a high fever."

"That's cute, not even taking responsibility for your own words," I say curtly.

"Neither are-" Rooster's face jockies between something like annoyance and practiced calm. "Listen, Jess-"

"Lt. Harris," I cut.

"Lt. Harris, I'm sorry. I don't actually think you're soulless. But you are kind of standoffish. You've been that way since I've known you. Makes you unapproachable."

"I'm not unapproachable, I'm reserved which is the only way women seem to get taken seriously in medicine and the navy," I can hear the blood rushing in my ears. "Plus, we aren't in high school, I don't need tips on how to be popular. Least of all from my enemies."

I hated the word choice instantly. Rooster latches onto it instantly.

"Enemies? What are you, nine?"

"That's what you take away from what I just said?"

"What grown-ass adult has enemies?"

"Gah, get out of my exam room!" I stand and open the door. Rooster doesn't hesitate to leave.

And because I am a good doctor, I yell after his retreating form down the hall, "Make sure you take acetaminophen, not ibuprofen, and get some rest."

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Lucky Penny- Chapter Four

A/N: I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE SOME FUCKING ANGST. THIS CHAPTER IS ALL ANGST. SORRY NOT SORRY.

(Okay I'm a little sorry) As always feedback is much appreciated and encouraged 🥰

Dogfight football had to be the dumbest thing Lucky had ever heard of. It made zero sense, and it hurt her brain. Plus while she worked out, sports were not her strong suit. She was however enjoying herself by tackling Fanboy as often as possible.

"Why are you so mean to me Lucky?"

"You make such an easy target!"

She couldn't deny the fact that her man looked damn good running around shirtless either.

Poor Fanboy's brain had short-circuited when he saw Lucky in her bikini top and shorts. He didn't even pretend to look away when she had shed the shorts. Standing there looking like a goddess in her tiny, black bikini. He noticed Hangman staring too, he didn't even blame the blonde. Lucky was hot as hell, but Fanboy knew who she would be sleeping next to tonight and it wasn't Jake Seresin.

As the sun went down the group decided to spread out a couple beach towels to chill on. Beers were drank, jokes were told, and Lucky never felt so close to a group of people before.

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Now that Maverick was satisfied with their dogfighting skills, they were moving on to actually running the mission's course. After several mess ups, they moved into having four planes in the air at once.

Dagger One was Coyote, Dagger Two was Lucky, Dagger Three was Payback and Fanboy, and Dagger Four was Phoenix and Bob. It was going so well even with Maverick acting like a bogey trying to throw them off their groove. That was until they reached the 10G climb. Lucky watched in horror as Coyote went into G-Lock.

Even when he came back to, Lucky still felt like something wasn't right. That's when the bird strike happened and she plummeted towards the ground.

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The last time she had gone home to see her Mom, it ended in the same argument that always happened. Delilah Steele was a strong woman, and she was damn proud to have raised a daughter just as strong as she was. However, she still held a little resentment that her daughter had left her so soon after they had lost William.

Everytime Baylie came home it was the same. They would both play nice for the first few days, filling each other in on their lives. Then her mother would bring up her retiring from the Navy, coming home to settle down, and giving her grandkids.

Baylie wasn't ready to give up her wings, and she sure as hell wasn't settling down in Illinois. Mickey and her had talked a couple times about marriage and babies. They decided that California was only fair, that was where they had met and fallen in love. Plus that way neither of their families would feel inferior to the other.

Baylie had stormed out of her childhood home and flown out to California to spend the rest of her time off alone, in the home she'd created with Mickey. Crying herself to sleep, because she never wanted to hurt her mother.

Now as she spun out of control, she wished she had made up with her mother. Wished she hadn't stormed out, had instead hugged her mother and told her that she loved her one last time.

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The last time her and Mickey had been on leave at the same time had been over a year ago. They had only a week until they were both shipped out again and had spent that whole week in New York. It had been around Christmas time so they walked hand in hand around Times Square taking in the beautiful sights, while sipping hot cocoa. They had declared a snowball war in Central Park (Lucky had won, but Fanboy swears he let her win). And they spent every night under the sheets in a hotel room that was far too expensive for the accommodations.

When their week was up it had been a bittersweet goodbye. It never got easier leaving the person you loved behind.

"I love you so much mí amor."

"I know."

"Did you just Star Wars me?"

"I did, nerd."

As the ground came closer and closer she heard that same voice ringing in her ears telling her to eject. She couldn't respond, but she hoped that her nerd knew how much she had loved him for all these years. That if he had ever asked her, she would have said yes.

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The very last time she saw her father, she had been saying goodbye. He was so fragile and so pale. The past five months on chemotherapy had destroyed him. She knew it was the end. He wasn't getting better and the cancer had spread too much. It was only two weeks before her high school graduation and she hated that he was going to miss it. That had been his goal, he told every nurse and every doctor.

"I want to see my little girl graduate."

He wouldn't get that wish, but she knew he would be watching from somewhere much nicer than here. A place where he was no longer in pain.

"You can let go Dad, I promise we will be okay." She whispered. "It'll be hard but me and momma will take care of each other."

Then William Michael Steele took his last breath and his daughter's life would forever be changed. She would chase clouds across the sky, knowing that she was as close to heaven as she could get. Hoping that he could see her, and was proud of the path she had forged. Praying for more pennies from heaven.

As she pulled the eject handle, she could almost hear her father's voice.

"That's right, Lucky girl. It's not your time."

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Till Death Do Us Part Chapter 5

Ok here it is! Lovely chapter 5! I am so excited for you all to read it, and I’m pretty proud of this one, and EXTREMELY ready to see your guys responses to it. hehe. Ok without further ado, here’s chapter 5

TW: mentions of violence, swearing

Till Death Do Us Part- Chapter 5

The barn was dark when Celeana arrived. She was a siren, a wraith in the night, clad in the same color as the night itself. The moon highlighted her now built figure. Time in the Staghorns had done its fair share on her body.

She stalked behind a giant tree, using her dagger as a mirror to watch as men entered in what they thought was in secret. Hoods cloaked them, but she knew it was a façade. Her memories knew what types of weapons men like these held against their bodies. Her back knew it, too.

So, Celaena waited. Waited, perched in a tree, for the men to finish filing in. The air smelt of snow when she finally made her move. She had to lift her mask over her face, not just for her protection- but to not smell it. Aelin remembered that smell, and it was too peaceful a memory for the carnage that was about to occur in this barn. Aelin should not have to see what Celaena was about to do.

Forty two men. According to the records filled out in a handwriting that made her put her fist through the wall the first time she saw it- those were only forty two of the three hundred men who had broken into the palace of Orynth that night. But forty two was a good start.

Aelin reached behind her for her precious dagger. It was silver with a green pommel. A hawk was etched into the blade. When she made her first kill- and she always struck home- she was sure to use it, and remind herself who she was seeking retribution for.

The window Aelin was perched in was bathed in sunlight. Her legs were draped in her casual white gown, tucked up to her chest. Her chin was facing the ceiling as she tried to calm herself in the sun. It was actually starting to work when-

“Aelin?”

Mala save me, she begged her favored sun goddess.

She peered over to find the person she wanted to talk to least in the world. For the past few minutes, since she stormed out of the War Room, Celeana had been whispering in her ear to do horrible, evil things. Aelin was wise enough to know that without her mother’s crown upon her head, she could not get away with it. But her hold on Celeana was a thread about to snap when she stared into that perfect, beautiful face.

“Are you ok?” Lyria secured the lavender behind her ear with a smile.

Kill- No. Aelin shut her eyes for a moment. No. We use our words, she thought, even though it sounded like Rowan’s voice in her ears. Damnit. She opened her eyes.

“I’m fine.”

Lyria tilted her head, golden brown eyes deep with thought. “It’s overwhelming,” she mused. “The men in this palace.”

“I grew up with them,” Aelin deadpanned. Elide was right. She was a cranky bastard.

Lyria only nodded though. Aelin squinted at her perfectly round face. “I know. And honestly, no matter how many times I’ve been told it, I still can’t imagine it.”

“Well then perhaps I’m stronger than you anticipated.”

Lyria hummed. “I think you’re right.”

Aelin peered up from where her forehead had been resting against her knees. “I’m what?”

“You just-” she sighed. “You kinda amaze me, you know. I know you don’t know me, and you have plenty more important people you should be talking to… but I’m glad I caught you.”

Aelin listened to her melodic voice with great perplexity.

“Sometimes I wander around this giant castle all day and never pass a single woman. You must have been incredibly strong as a child to deal with such things. To come back here, and be as… frankly intimidating as you are… I don’t know. I just think it’s very admirable.”

It would have been better if she was awful. If she called Aelin a coward for running out of that room, for letting her emotions get in the way. It would have been so much easier if Lyria said that she was too wild to be queen, that Aelin should give up. To give her hope? To make her feel brave? It was the meanest thing anyone had done to her in a long, long while.

It hit her again that this kind, kind woman in front of her… Aelin was married to her fiancé. Currently. As they spoke. Something sick twisted in her gut.

“Thank you,” was all she was able to say. Lyria tilted her head at Aelin. And though she was smarter than to fall in other people’s webs… Lyria just made her too curious. Aelin was embarrassed at how much she wanted to pick her brain. “What?”

The woman played with the sparkling ring on her finger. “I’m just excited I suppose.”

Irritation plagued Aelin again. Her emotions were wildly out of control as of late. “Excited?”

Lyria nodded, and nudged Aelin with her elbow as if they’d been long time best friends. “To see what kinds of things you do to those old bastards.”

Celaena wanted Aelin to take the daggers hidden on her leg and in her corset and put them right through Lyria’s chest. She was fucking perfect. Pretty and smart and kind. And she was trying to be Aelin’s friend. If today had taught her anything… she did not have a good record with friends.

But Aelin felt the spirit of her loving mother looking over her shoulder, saying “Play nice, Fireheart. Do not make more enemies. Love, you have enough.”

So Aelin silenced Celeana with a fake smile, and told Lyria, “I’ll see what I can do.”

Lyria nodded her head in respect, acknowledging Aelin’s title. “Let me know if you need anything. I’m always around.”

I’m sure you are, Aelin thought, petty. “I’ll let you know.”

And with that, Lyria drifted back off into the hall. Aelin wondered how quick she’d be to come to Aelin’s aid once she found out everything. Aelin herself could hardly process it. But she couldn’t hide any longer. She needed to get back in that room, with those old bastards, as Lyria so lovingly put it.

Aelin put her hand on her stomach, on the fire her father had always told was in there. Her mother used to kiss her and Rowan’s bellies when they were sick, but her father had been the one to tell her she had flames in it. He always made her feel so brave. She could use a bit of his strength right now. Even if she was pissed as all hell at him. But she couldn’t think about that now. Or possibly ever. Right now, her country needed her. As per usual.

“After that… brief recess, I’ve made up my mind.”

Aelin watched Rowan stand at the head of the room, hands behind his back. Her eyes swept up and down his tense body. When she had come back into the room, he’d shed his jacket, now only in a casual white undershirt. She tried not to appreciate it too much.

“I was on the fence, but after this news gets out to the public… I’m not here to take many chances.” His green eyes met hers. “Not with your safety.”

“So what do you suggest?” She asked him, mouth pursed. When she had returned to her seat, something passed between them. A promise, almost. To their country. They could think about the emotional parts of this marriage later. Right now, they had to think about the logistics of both her homecoming, and the potential shitstorm that was coming their way because of it. They had to be adults now, sharing custody of their country with a history of major meltdowns.

Rowan and Darrow shared a look, which Aelin hated. But Darrow did not speak. He only nodded. Her king met her eyes again. “We are issuing you a full time guard.”

The room was silent as she digested it. Her first instinct was to refuse it. Completely. To throw a fit and demand they have more trust in her. But when she looked around this room of lords, she remembered the last time they’d actually seen her.

Her vision had been hazy that night, but she had seen her parents council- bruised and bloody the lot of them- standing beside her bed before the healer came in. In respect, they’d all put their hands over their hearts and bowed their heads. She didn’t remember much more after seeing that, only turning her head to see Rowan squeezing her hand. Whispering, more for himself than her, she realized in retrospect, you’re gonna be ok, you’re gonna be ok.

Aelin knew she would have to be sneakier if she ever needed anything her country would not see fit for her. Or if she ever wanted some godsdamned peace and quiet. But she also knew fighting them would make her look childish. Immature. If she gave in here, they would not see her as disagreeable, and they would put all their faith in this guard. Her lips curved into a smile. They wouldn’t think she was their problem anymore. To an extent, she knew. But still.

Aelin folded her hands in front of her. “I think that’s a wise idea.”

Rowan narrowed his eyes at her. “Really?” His tone was conversational, but she saw the doubt in his eyes.

Aelin only smiled. “Yes. I do.” She winked at the youngest lord, Ress, only eighteen when the attack had happened on the palace. “I’m not disagreeable all the time. Just most.” Ress blushed. He was the youngest guard who made it out alive that night. His dedication to saving their people had gotten him very far in this castle. For that, at least, she was grateful.

Rowan cleared his throat. Aelin almost smiled at that, too. She knew it was awful, but she had too many stressful things to think about as of late, and making Rowan uncomfortable was a good way to blow off some steam.

“I was under the impression you would take some… coercion.” Ren coughed, but said nothing else. He’d been suspiciously quiet since their meeting had resumed. She narrowed her eyes at him, but said nothing. Rowan cut him a glare, though. “So he will be here shortly.”

Aelin drew invisible pictures on the table with her finger. “Can I get a name for the person I will be spending most of my time with?”

Ren’s teeth must be hurting from how hard he was clenching them. Good, Aelin thought. Insufferable bastard.

Rowan’s eyes narrowed again, and he left a moment of silence to show his disapproval of Aelin’s behavior. “Chaol,” he finally said. “Westfall.”

“What part of Terrasen is he from?” Aelin asked, focusing on her invisible drawing of her cottage from the mountains.

Darrow cleared his throat. “Rowan?”

Aelin kept looking down, laughing a bit to herself. “He is from Terrasen, right?” The silence in the room had her finally looking up. “Right?”

“He is the very best,” Rowan told her. “He’s lived here for over three years, was trained here by our men.”

Aelin could have sworn the room went colder. The men between them disappeared, and it was really just her will against his. “Where is he from.”

“Aelin-”

“Answer me.” The demand in her voice was the voice of her father. Yes, she’d watched him pace this room many times with that tone.

Rowan would not falter at her demand. His steely demeanor reminded her why her sharpest dagger was named after him. “He’s from Adarlan.”

Silence. No one dared to even breathe. “Absolutely not.” Not even Darrow dared argue with Aelin.

“Aelin-”

“It’s Your Highness.”

Rowan clenched his jaw. “You agreed this is for your safety. Your Highness.”

Aelin shook her head. She couldn’t believe he would do this to her. Aelin couldn’t hide the emotion from her voice. “I will never be safe with an Adarlan man. I thought you knew that more than anyone.”

The door shut behind them with a loud thud. Everyone turned around, in unison. And there, a stocky brown haired man wearing Terrasen green stood, hands clasped behind his back. “I can come back at another time.”

Aelin felt the betrayal of it all flaring in her chest. She wondered if fire sat there, too.

Rowan gestured to the door, and Aelin hated the bruised look in his eyes. He didn’t get to be upset. “Aelin? Meet Chaol Westfall. Your personal guard.”

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