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merry-andrews · 2 years ago

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Boxer!Bradley AU;

Bradley fights big matches and wins big prizes. He's one of famous ones. one night at a bar he meets Jake. He's a run-away kid looking for finding a job in this big town and a new start and it's supposed to be a casual one-night stand but morning after when Jake walks around Bradley's small kitchen, wearing Bradley's shirt and sitting on Brad when he's doing his push-ups, Bradley just gets too fond of him that he suggests Jake to stay with him until he finds his own place to live.

he's set for a big match for next couple of months and his competitor is also a good boxer with good reputation too so it's a real challenge if he can beat him. Talking about moneys and bets here which he can make a whole new life someplace else (with Jake💗 Brad's planning on to purpose him) something that he doesn't know, Jake's his competitor's lover.. and all this was a plan from start to get under Bradley's skin to get to convince him losing the match without polluting his own name. So Brad finds out somehow and they break up and while Jake truly has feelings for him, but he doesn't say a word or begs him.. he just leaves..

Brad wins the prize (Jake's heart was beating so fast he was so scared, on the edge of tears whenever Brad got hit. At the end Bradley's locking eyes with Jake while they raise his hand to announce winner) and at that same night Jake comes knocking on a moping Bradley's door, tears in his eyes when Brad pulls him in a kiss, says he's in love with Bradley and he put bets on Bradley instead of his ex-lover💗

#hangster #sereshaw #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #Bleed For This fusion #hmm and let me steal that version of Glen from Scream Queens #so yeah they're gonna go live someplace sunny and buy a house and a car and a dog and adopt kids together💗#Brad will open a gym of course #and they lived happily ever after #💕💕💕💕💕💕💕#thank you @redfurrycat all your aus posts encouraged me to make my own one💖💖💖#I'm proud of this post!! I am!!#also you bet. Brad indeed put LOTS of forces in his fists cus 'NO ONE GETS TO TOUCH AND OWN JAKE EXCEPT ME!'#its why he won? hmm maybe!!#also sitting on your husband while he's doing push ups sit ups is really really cute ok #and I just need to see this scene when Jake kisses Brad's bruises pushes his sweaty curls out of his face after the match💗#and Brad wraps him in his arms hhhnn #this ship is so cute🥺💕💕💕#au post #au posting

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queen-scribbles · 2 years ago

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Tongue-tied

Or, 6 times Jael almost told her best friend she loved him + 1 she did, for the @wayfarer-week 6+1 prompt, bc it fits too well for my poor smitten girl.

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Jael’s heart first betrayed her a year before graduation, on an evening bathed in moonlight.

And it was so simple it almost made it worse. She and Aeran were up one of the abandoned towers in the Spire, their spot, talking about nothing and everything and eating toasted apples she’d liberated from the kitchen. Aeran laughed at something she said, and the way the moon’s glow caught him just then; easy smile and a twinkle in his eyes, sent Jael’s heart in a swan dive toward the ground several stories below. She almost dropped her apple after it when the warmth of realization hit. Moonlight looked good on him.

She must’ve stared too long, because Aeran snorted and nudged her knee with his foot. “I have apple on my face or something, Jae?”

For half a second she almost told him the truth. I really wanna kiss you right now. “Just enjoying the moonlight,” she said, biting fiercely into her apple and burning her tongue, “your face happens to be in the way.”

He rolled his eyes--“Oh, so it’s improving the view?”--and punched her shoulder and she played along.

The rush of... feelings, desire, whatever it had been, was safely buried by the time they finished their apples and went to bed.

Graduation was soon, even if she was reckless enough to gamble their friendship over a random crush(that would probably go away in a few days), this close to leaving wasn’t the time.

It’ll clear up, it’s better not to say anything.

---

Aeran found her sprawled in the grass, sunlight between branches above dappling her shirt as she stared at the shiny silver medallion now looped around her neck. “Leaving in the morning?”

Jael started and tucked the Wayfarer pendent inside her shirt. “Two more days. There’s some remedy Varyn wants me to have along that needs to finish brewing or something. What about you?”

He nodded, as she’d feared he would, as he flopped down next to her. His own medallion glinted briefly in the sun. “There’s a rumor out near Ilis. It sounds like a Wayfarer problem and Sero thinks I’m the answer.”

Something in her chest clenched. With so few Wayfarer, it made sense to send out more as soon as they were available. She’d just hoped for more time. Aeran was such a constant in her life, she hated the thought of losing him--even if she’d known this day was coming.

Her heart did an odd little twist at the thought of not seeing him after tomorrow, that he’d be gone from her life for who knew how long. “Aeran, I-”

‘-think I love you,’ but it was terrible timing, they were both leaving, she couldn’t drop that on him now. Especially if it was just a crush.

“-I’m gonna miss you, you know?”

“Ditto,” he said with a gentle smile, bumping his shoulder to hers. “Hopefully we’ll cross paths sometimes, but it’ll be weird not seein’ you every day.”

“Very weird,” she agreed, bumping his shoulder back. That was true, regardless of anything else.

Aeran chuckled and propped himself up on one elbow. “One last visit to our spot?”

Jael grinned, shoving him back into the grass as she scrambled to her feet. ��Race you, Kellis!”

“You-!” There was a laugh in his voice. “Oh, you’re on, Aizura!”

It was so easy to pretend her pounding heart was from exertion rather than the sight of his full smile when he claimed victory. (Less easy to believe it, though)

---

It was three years before their paths crossed. Both heard the same rumor--a fannarl near Sarin--from opposite directions. Despite the years apart, it was easy as breathing to fight together. To fall back in synch, to work as one. Halves of a whole. The Masters would scold her for thinking like that; Wayfarer were by nature solitary. she shouldn’t be binding her effectiveness to another. She didn’t care. Not when Aeran sent her a grin flush with victory before moving to reclaim his spent arrows. Jael wiped dripping acid from her gear as she stepped to help.

“Good to see you haven’t lost your edge,” she teased, plucking an arrow from just below the fannarl’s eye.

“Or you your reckless streak,” Aeran retorted with a laugh. He braced one boot near the deep slash in the fannarl’s chest to pull out an arrow.

“What can I say, you bring out the best in me.” Jael grabbed another arrow from the beast’s flank, and another from the ground, grinning as she passed them all back. It was more true than her joking tone let on. Running into him like this had stirred up feelings she thought she’d relegated to daydreams. But they did make a really good team.

Aeran laughed and they sat, sharing a boulder, so they could clean their weapons.

“You don’t have to wait for me, if you have somewhere else to be,” Aeran said, clearing the blue-black ichor from his arrowheads. “I know this part’s boring for you.”

“I think I can tough it out,” Jael snarked, wiping down her blade.

“When you have such wonderful company?” Aeran paused to bump her shoulder.

“Exactly.” She fell silent, watching him as he worked. His tan was deeper, the muscles in his arms more defined than when they’d parted, and she had to very deliberately push down the flutter in her gut.

So, that crush is still there...

And it stayed a flutter in the background as they finished cleaning weapons and headed back into town, as they found somewhere that would serve them and shared a drink before heading separate ways. Persistent and annoying in its subtlety until the words blurted unbidden from her mouth.

“Hey, Aeran?”

“Hm?” he grunted over the rim of his mug.

But no. No, she couldn’t bring this up now. That was silly.

“...Got any badass stories?”

He set down the mug and grinned. “I’ll share mine if you share yours.”

“Deal.”

---

The next time she saw him, her emotions were already raw. Not an open wound, but a bruise subjected to unnecessary poking.

Her door was half open, his knock cursory.

“Heard you were here,” Aeran said, bypassing the perfectly good chairs to sit next to her on the bed.

“Yeah.” It was rare for Wayfarer to return to the Spire, Jael no more wanted to dwell on why it had been her instinct to do so after this mission than she did on the miracle of Aeran being here at the same time.

“Also heard you cornered your prey neat Brennath,” he commented.

“Yeah.” She was quiet for a long moment, and he let her be and she loved him more for it. “I didn’t visit them.”

He didn’t say anything, just watched her turn her medallion over and over in her hands.

“I was tempted,” she admitted, tracing the Wayfarer sigil. There was so much she wondered about the place she once called home. What had changed. What was the same. “But I didn’t.”

Sated curiosity wasn’t worth the ripping open of old wounds, the hurt that was likely to come with it.

“I don’t blame you,” Aeran said softly, giving her shoulder a gentle nudge.

She slipped her hand in his. “Don’t need them, anyway. No point looking back.”

Aeran squeezed her hand. He knew how she’d wondered. How she’d dreamed. How much this choice had hurt even if it was the right call.

“‘M glad I have you, Aeran,” Jael mumbled, nudging his shoulder back. Glad enough she wasn’t going to ask why he was here, just be grateful.

“Yeah.”

The confession sat on the tip of her tongue, but something held it back. She wasn’t sure what; maybe the same fear that kept her from visiting her clan. Wondering was better than rejection.

She got her second tattoo before she set out again, a raven on her shoulder, to acknowledge her past and how it shaped her. If Aeran noticed the raven was posed as if landing on her other tattoo--the geometric lines that mirrored his--he didn’t say anything.

So Jael didn’t either.

---

The words were almost driven from her, unbidden, at Karth. Between the strength of her relief and the strength of Aeran’s hug, the confession teetered on spilling free.

I thought I lost you, I’m pretty sure I love you, I don’t want to hide it anymore-

But a shudder rippled through their hug, though Jael couldn’t tell if it came from her or him, and she buried her face against the side of his neck.

He was here. Aeran was here, warm and solid and alive, even if he wasn’t the same. There would be time another day.

For now she was going to hug her best friend and thank the stars she still had him.

---

“So what do you think we’ll find in Velantis?”

Jael leaned cautiously against the ships rail. The bandages were off, her strength mostly returned, but two things remained--the marks of the basilisk’s coils just below her ribcage and the shift in Aeran’s demeanor. There’d always been a level of casual affection between them; bumping shoulders, side hugs, hands or knees brushing when they sat together.

But it was different since boarding the Dareia; a tenderness in his touch, a lingering to his looks, hardly leaving her side. Jael was pretty sure she knew the reason. It had been her call(fuck the Count, fuck the chalice, fuck this miserable swamp of a city) and he’d followed because she talked him into it and she’d almost gotten herself killed. Dwelling on the hypotheticals of why that made him like this was a hope Jael didn’t want to give herself unless it was going to go somewhere.

So she’d stick to more solid, relevant hypotheticals instead.

“Oh, you know. Money, power, corruption. Guild mages.” Aeran practically spat the last one as he joined her, so close their shoulders brushed. “Just an all around good time.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” Jael said lightly, curling her pinkie around his.

“I feel so much better,” he snarked, but something in his eyes said he at least halfway meant it.

“I’ll always have your back, Aeran,” she emphasized, leaning into their contact.

He sobered, staring out through the ocean spray. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Jae.”

She opened her mouth to insist she’d keep this one if it killed her, tell him why, but another voice cut across before she got a word out.

“Wayfarers!” Malsara called, “Zenaida would speak with you.”

With matching sighs and a final grin, Jael and Aeran pushed away from the rail to follow.

This was for the best, Jael told herself as Aeran’s fingers brushed the back of her hand. She really should wait.

---

They were batched in moonlight, again, when her resolve broke. Her walls and worries had been worn down by this fucking day; Quirinus, the gala, Velantian politics, Lethalis.

Their fight.

She’d heard it was the ones you knew and loved who could hurt you the deepest and Aeran had proved it tonight in spades. But she still loved him, bone-deep and inescapable, which was why she was here instead of some party. Standing in one of the most luxurious rooms she’d ever seen, highlighted by soft moonglow as her best friend looked at her with tears in his eyes and apologized.

“I could never hate you, Jael.”

And the truth finally bubbled unhindered to the surface as she dug her fingers into his wonderfully curly mop of hair and tugged him in for a kiss.

A wordless confession, but all they needed right now.

They knew each other that well.

And her heart sang with joy unspeakable when Aeran melted into her and kissed her back, fingers tangling in the draped fabric of her serithan.

Finally finally finally.

Her hand cupped his cheek, his the back of her neck, foreheads touching as their breath mingled.

“Aeran.”

“Jae.”

“I just want to be here with you tonight.”

“I’d like that.”

And for just that night, no matter what came with morning, everything felt right with the world.

#queens fic #jael aizura #aeran kellis #wayfarerweek #wayfarer if #jael/aeran #my girl is strapped into the clown car and determined to ride it off the cliff #so--apparently--am i🤡

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