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singmyaubade · 8 months ago

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Good Graces

exes!steddie x female!reader

summary: coming back from chicago, the last people you expected to see were you exes but for them, the only thing they wondered when they saw you was, what's it gonna take to get back in your good graces?

warnings: eventual smut! 18+ angst, cursing, reader wants to kill steve, , swearing, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male receiving), jealousy..

a/n: i feel like this is going to be a two-parter most likely but i wanted to write this so bad because i love the song off of short n' sweet. i don't usually write for steddie but i was craving this concept. anyways, i hope you and enjoy and as always, i apologize if you hate this.

You dragged your luggage with a grunt as you passed through baggage claim over to the exit. A part of you was thoroughly regretting bringing two big suitcases but if you were spending two months of your summer in Hawkins, Indiana.

You certainly needed it.

Your eyes wandered all over the place to spot your childhood friend and cousin, Robin. She excitedly waved her hand side to side, an ecstatic grin that reached both of her dimples.

You could spot the balloons and welcome home sign from a mile away and that was enough to confirm that was Robin.

She excitedly waved her hand side to side, an ecstatic grin that reached both of her dimples. She started racing towards you before she almost tripped over the decorations in her hand.

You giggled as you raced over to her to prevent her from causing actual damage to herself, "Jeez Robin, still clumsy?" You asked, snorting.

She rolled her eyes, "This is hard to carry all by yourself!" She exasperated, causing her to pout.

"Aww poor baby," You mocked, pinching her cheek as she swatted your hand away.

Instead of saying anything else, she hugged you. You smiled sweetly, embracing her back, glad to see her and talk to her instead of the same static on the telephone.

"I missed you," You whispered, smile still on your face.

"Uh, I missed you more!" Robin almost yelled, pulling away from you, "You have to tell me everything about Chicago," She said, grabbing on of your suitcases for you.

You started telling Robin about everything and she kept replying with her gasps and 'oohs' when you told her all about acting school.

Even you had to admit that going to Chicago straight out of high school was not exactly a sentence jotted down on your bucket list.

But when you get accepted to one of the top acting schools in Chicago, you can't exactly decline. Of course, you were sad to leave everything behind.

Your friends, your family, even the shitty diner on 15th street but you knew that you would come back to visit, it was guaranteed.

You usually would've stayed with your parents but they decided to go on a three month trip to the Caribbean but they did make it clearly that they would miss your presence.

And you were also glad to be able to spend time with Robin since you hadn't been able to see her in so long.

But you couldn't say you didn't miss her nosy questions or constant rambling,

"You have to tell me about all your latest conquests!" She said, driving but peeking her head at you to encourage you to answer.

You rolled your eyes, "I'm still perplexed that you can even drive, is it even legal for you to drive?" You snickered, changing the subject.

She scoffed, "Okay first of all, I am an amazing driver and second, you aren't changing the subject from the tragic discussion of your love life,"

You gasped offended, "My love life is not tragic!" You folded your arms, "And I just don't feel the need for something like that right now,"

Robin exasperated, "All you have told me about your love life is two exes who you literally call 'fuckface' and 'dickhead' which is not a confirmation of a successful love life," Robin ranted, "And you still have yet to tell me who these mystery men are!"

"They aren't important," You mumbled, nuzzling into the cold window.

Robin sighed, "You shouldn't let whoever those assholes were determine your love life, Y/N."

Robin wasn't usually serious with you but you knew that it did make her sad to see you never truly opening your heart because of two men that had screwed you over.

You shrugged as Robin looked at you, "But I'll still get you Benny's,"

You sat up in excitement, "Are you serious?" You asked, grinning ear to ear.

"Ugh yes, we can even eat the greasy burger in the car like old times," Robin said with a smile as you cheered.

By the time you and Robin had gotten your burgers, you were asking her about her life and what she had been up to as you bit into your greasy cheeseburger.

Robin shoved a few fries in her mouth before talking, "What do you wanna know?" She asked, mouthful.

You swallowed before answering, "Hmm... what are they like? But no names!"

Robin snorted, "Are you really still serious about the 'no name policy'?"

The 'no name policy' came from your acting school where you don't let someone introduce you to someone privately until you actually see them and you only learn their name when you see them.

And Robin also couldn't tell her friends who you were because that would be missing the entire point.

Robin thought it was stupid but you thought it was productive.

"Um yes!" You said loudly, "It's actually incredibly helpful when you think about it."

Robin chuckled, "What if you already know them?"

"Then I'll be reintroduced," You said, smugly.

"Alright," Robin said, "Well one of them is an absolute dingus to the maximum," You giggled as she went on, "But he is pretty funny and kind but clumsy when you meet him, I think you would like him,"

"He seems fun," You replied before Robin moved on.

"Then there's the other one, he's an absolute pothead and extremely eccentric but when you look past that, he's a pretty nice guy and actually really fun to be around, I think you would like him too." Robin said, eating the last bite of her burger.

"That's cool," You smiled.

Robin continued to go on about the different kids there and how the three adults including her were their babysitters which you thought was hilarious.

As you finished up your burger and fries, you threw the trash out before you and Robin were driving towards her house.

"Oh and also, we are going to one of their houses tonight," She said as she checked her watch, "Or as soon as you put your bags down because we are late!" She yelped, urgently parking.

You laughed as you both grabbed your luggage from the trunk, making your way inside the house and to her room. You barely had time to situate yourself before Robin was rushing you because of her own late actions.

By the time you could blink, you were both already inside the car, making it towards her friends house.

"Also," She cleared her throat, "He's kind of loaded so don't make a big deal out of it,"

"How rich are we talking?" You joked with a sly smile.

"Again, he's a dingus with no charm," Robin said, "You will forget he's rich extremely fast,"

You laughed, looking outside despite it being dark. A part of you really missed Hawkins considering you grew up there and you heavily missed the late night car drives that you took.

Another part of you though was scared that you might run into two individuals during your time back home but you were pretty sure Robin wouldn't ever even be in their social circle, let alone her area.

Robin pulled into a house and you couldn't really make out it's features but you could swear that you recognized the street.

Robin unbuckled her seatbelt as she spoke, "We've arrived," She said hauntingly as you giggled.

You both exited the car as you heard laughing and yelling on the inside which cause Robin to bang on the door with a heavy knock, almost as if she was the police.

You hissed at the knock as she shrugged before the door opened and the last person you had expected to see opened the door,

"Robin, I literally said the time to be here was seven, not eight!" He sighed, looking at her before locking eyes with you.

Steve fucking Harrington.

He still looked the exact same, brown curly strands still standing on his head, looking effortlessly perfect. His muscles flexing as he held open the door and same brown doe-eyed eyes that looked at you with a certain glint.

Not even his outfits had changed, same jeans and striped polo shirt, you wanted to choke him.

Or fuck him, it was hard to decide.

"Okay well, I had to pick my cousin up from the airport and I got sidetracked!" She whined, speaking to Steve but his eyes were locked onto yours, "And speaking of my cousin, this is Y/N." Robin introduced.

Silence sat there for a few more seconds that felt like minutes as you and Steve looked each other. He looked uneasy but you knew your face was showing a disgruntled look as Robin looked at the both of you.

He coughed, snapping out of it, "Uh hi,"

You stood there with the same look on her face as Robin looked like a lightbulb popped on top of her head.

Her mouth made an 'o' shape, "Do you guys know each other?"

"This is one of the exes," You said as you clicked your teeth and Robin looked as if she found out something outrageous.

"Wait which one? The one who broke up with you after taking your virginity and started dating another girl or the one you caught sleeping with another girl after his concert," Robin asked.

"Robin!" You squealed, looking at her as if you wanted to choke her.

"I'm curious!" She replied as Steve continued looking at the both of you with the same wide-eyed expression.

You waved her off before you looked back at Steve, "Whatever, I don't give a shit anymore," You said, shoving his shoulder as you entered the house you had seen a multitude of times before.

You and Steve Harrington's relationship was not something to call home about. You had dated him before he was Steve 'The King' Harrington. He was so sweet for the first part of your relationship, when it was the beginning of school and clique's weren't sorted.

This was until Carol and Tommy had recruited him and their first proclamation was that he dumped you if he ever wanted to be anything in Hawkins High.

So you met up with Steve that night and you both said that you had things to talk about. After some back and forth, he let you go first and you told him you were finally ready to give up your virginity.

And let's just say, instead of breaking up with you there and then, he decided to do the most absolute dickhead thing and take it anyway. After, you were happy and it was a great first time, Steve was kind and compassionate.

He drove you home and then your life hit a certain darkness when you went to school the next day. Instead of seeing your boyfriend immediately, Carol and Tommy approached you in the parking and they told you that Steve had broken up with you and found something better.

And then in between periods, you saw him and a girl named Susie Blickens extremely close to each other as she twirled her hair and he rested his hand above her head on the locker.

Not only did you wanna puke but you were fucking furious. Of course, you were sad, there wasn't counting how many times you had cried over him but eventually, all of it turned to anger.

He would walk past you as if nothing happened and that was when you swore that you would always hate his guts till the day you die.

Hence, why he looks like a dear in headlights seeing you.

As you entered the living room, you were greeted by all of the teenagers on the couch, causing absolute chaos.

A kid named Dustin introduced himself to you first, offering a handshake which made you laugh before he continued arguing with his friend.

The rest of them just smiled at you but you figured you would learn their names throughout the night.

You sat in the empty arm chair facing away from the front door and Steve in general. You could hear Robin and Steve whisper arguing but it did not intrigue you.

"So you go to school in Chicago?" A girl named Max asked you as you politely smiled.

"Yeah," You responded.

"And how is it?" A girl named El followed up.

"It's pretty fun, the windy city is exactly what you think it would be." You answered.

"Did you meet any cute boys?" Max asked as a boy you presumed was her boyfriend yelped a 'hey!'

You both giggled, "They are pretty okay but they aren't as interesting as you would think."

The two girls you were talking to giggled as they began whispering as you clapped your hands in your lap, looking around Steve's house.

Nothing had changed much but you were happy to see more pictures added to the walls. You knew Steve didn't have the best relationship with his parents but in a way, his house looked more homely.

Maybe he did that himself.

You watched the kids bicker a few minutes more as you watched the dynamics between them all. You were actually having a semi good time for the most part and were pretty sure the night couldn't get worse.

You felt a hand cup the top of the arm rest before speaking, "Wow, you let the pretty girl steal my seat," The voice you recognized all too well spoke.

Oh fuck no.

You looked behind you to see Eddie Munson who had the same expression that Steve did, trying his best to find the words to say to you.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You asked as the kids snapped their neck at your foul language.

Eddie gulped, "Y/N,"

You were pretty sure a vein was popping from your forehead and by the way Eddie was looking at you, it was almost as if your hair was on fire.

"Is Robin friends with every asshole in Hawkins?" You meant to ask in your head but said it instead out loud.

"Maybe," Eddie sent an awkward laugh which only made you angrier, "Listen, I know we didn't end on the best of-" He started.

You stopped him immediately, "Are you seriously about to say the best of terms? You fucking cheated on me!" You yelled as Eddie hissed in pain, as if you were touching him with a hot iron.

The kids gasped, full attention on you and Eddie but there was not a bone in your body that cared.

"Y/N, I swear I've changed and I tried apologizing many times," He tried his best to mediate but it was to no avail.

"I meant what I said the day you did it, you can go fuck yourself and I will hate you till the I die," You spat, pushing past him, moving towards Robin.

With Eddie, you didn't need that many words to explain the situation. He was different from Steve and the second boy that you genuinely liked. He made you laugh and gave you free pot which was both a great deal.

And you had to admit that he gave the best head to ever exist.

But when you went to one of his concerts for his band, Corroded Coffin, you went backstage to surprise him and caught a blonde giving him head.

He almost had the same look he had when he just saw you.

But let's just say it didn't end the best when you grabbed the blonde haired girl by her hair and started hitting Eddie with the fan you were using to cool yourself down.

It took a while for Gareth to get you off of Eddie but you eventually just walked away and never spoke to Eddie again despite his desperate tries over the phone and at your house.

And that was that.

Steve was next to Robin but she swatted him away as she sees you approaching, "How did you manage to become friends with the two most heinous men in Hawkins?" You asked, genuinely pissed.

Robin looked lost for words, "I mean okay, I get that maybe you would've dated one but I didn't expect for you to date both Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson!" She rambled, "I can't believe those are the faces behind fuckface and dickhead,"

"It's not your fault," You groaned, "I'm just shocked and choosing whether to kill them or just heavily injure them." Your jaw moved to the side as you glanced behind them as they were both peering at you, looking away once you saw them, trying to play it off.

"Listen, I know they are absolute buttheads but I swear they've changed and I won't try to convince you but I'm begging you to give them a chance," Robin implored.

You sighed, not wanting to cause a rift between Robin and her friends even if you hated them more than anything in the world.

"Okay," Is all you said as Robin let out a breath.

"Okay," She repeated.

She led you both to the couch as you sat down next to her on the big couch with Eddie peering at you in his armchair and Steve running his hand through his hair aggressively as he sat next to Robin.

Even the kids could feel the tension in the room. Robin broke the silence with a laugh before speaking, "Okay! How about we play Monopoly?" She asked as everyone agreed in little 'yeahs' and 'sures.'

You were surprised Eddie didn't argue for D & D.

Mike grabbed the game, laying it in on the coffee table. The kids yelled for which little figurines they wanted but Steve quickly snatched the dog before looking at you.

He reached over Robin to hand it to you as you looked at him with a hateful expression, "Uh, I just remember it being your favorite to play with." He muttered.

A part of you wanted to scoff and grab another figurine but he had been right, it was your favorite.

Sadly, it only brought you back the the memories of when you and Steve dated.

"I still don't understand why you like playing this game considering I always school you," You cockily said as Steve mockingly laughed.

His face went close to yours, "We always know I win," He said, giving you a light peck before you could respond.

You smiled, "Alright Harrington, let's test your bluff,"

He set the game down on the table as he began setting up the board and the money.

You reached to grab your dog figurine before he snatched it from you within seconds, causing you to frown.

"But if I take your good luck charm, maybe I could win," He snickered as you rolled your eyes.

"In your dreams," You said, acting like you didn't care.

Steve watched you with a grin for a few seconds before approaching you, slipping the dog into your grip.

You smiled sweetly as Harrington grabbed your waist, "I'll always let you have the dog if it means I get to see you happy,"

You scrunched your nose, "You are the corniest person I know,"

"You know you love it," He whispered, kissing you again,

You hesitated, taking the miniature sized dog, not daring to say anything to him. Steve watched to see if you would smile but your facial reaction didn't change.

He frowned as Eddie began speaking, "Okay, let's do this!"

The kids immediately started to somehow play Monopoly aggressive which only earned a laugh from you. What made you laugh even harder was seeing how passionate Eddie, Steve, and Robin were about the game.

A little part of you had missed being around all of them in their own separate way.

Chicago was fun but it didn't have the same home feeling that you got when you were back at Hawkins.

After a couple rounds and your money only slipping, you excused yourself to get a soda.

"Do you need help finding anything?" Steve asked, already ready to get up from his seat.

"I'm sure I'll be fine," You said quickly, moving towards the kitchen.

Steve sunk into his seat as you began reaching to grab a cup from the cupboard above you. Before you could go on your tippy toes, a taller hand grabbed it for you as you sighed.

You turned around to see Eddie only inches away from you as he placed the glass down next to you.

You only glared at him as he smirked, eyeing you up and down which only earned a scoff from you.

Not that you would ever say this out loud, Eddie still never hesitated to make you nervous. From his tattoos to leather jacket and the way he would eye you, it made you feel like a teen girl again.

He was still the bad boy and as much as you wanted to act unbothered, it still turned you on.

Silence passed between the both of you for several seconds, trying to see who would break first.

"Can you not?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"She speaks!" He over-dramatically yells!

"You are a joke," You said, trying to move past him as he only caged you in.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, "You used to like it,"

A shiver crept down your spine as you tried to keep your composure.

"You are not gonna flirt your way into getting me to forget that you cheated on me!" You argued as Eddie swirled his tongue in his mouth, looking up with a hand still leaning on the cupboard.

"How many times do I have to apologize?" He asked, looking at you.

"Instead of apologizing, I can suggest you trying to go fuck yourself," You spat, shoving him but he still kept his body in the same place.

"I just don't do it like you," He pouted which only caused red, hot anger to fill you.

You slapped him which only caused a smile from Eddie as he moved closer to your face, a hand moving to your waist.

"There she is," He grinned against your ear as you looked at Eddie, a part of you wanting to close the gap.

Suddenly, you heard a cough from behind Eddie as you looked over to see Steve. He looked flustered, watching the sight of you and Eddie.

You finally pushed Eddie hard out of the way, moving past Steve before exiting as you rushed over to Robin, "Can we leave now?" You asked, a begging look in your eyes.

"Yeah, why?" She asked, looking at you but you only pleaded with your eyes,

"Okay, let me just tell Steve." She said, handing you her keys.

You quickly said your goodbye's to the teens as you exited outside of the door before Eddie or Steve could catch up to you. You went inside the passenger side of the car as you wanted to scream.

The hatred you felt for Steve and Eddie was consuming but a heavier force was the effect they still had on you.

Steve was kind and compassionate, showing you the golden side of love which you always showered in.

And then there's Eddie who's rough and taunting, showing you the toxic side which never failed to make you falter within seconds.

Instead of only having one to resist, both only made you more turned on.

And if you were feeling this now,

Who knows how the rest of the summer will go?

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bunny-jpeg · 8 months ago

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Hi bunny I have an idea

What if reader and lando lowk hate each other and are rivals but one night at vegas they wake up after being blackout drunk married and they only have photos (a bit like the hangover movie) and then they get a flashback of everything with a fruitcake, crostata, cranberry juice and coffee plss thanksss bunny !

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fruitcake: "i'll make tonight special." + crostata: “stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.” + cranberry juice: mean!character + coffee: rivals served by lando norris (formula one)!!

tags: smut/pwp, rivals au, driver!reader, drinking, drunk marriage, hate sex, mean!lando,

light streamed through the large windows in your hotel room. your eyes cracked open and your mouth felt instantly dry. your lips couldn't form words as you just groaned. you were no stranger to hangovers, but when you turned away from the evil sun, your cheek collided with something firm. someone firm. it was a body, your eyes open wider. you looked to see who was the mystery man in your bed.

while you were expecting some babe from the strip. you instead saw a sleeping lando norris.

and when you recoiled away from you and put your hand over your mouth, you noticed something even more terrifying. you had a gold band on your left hand.

it started over drinks, you could see lando from across the bar as you leaned back into your seat. your teammate followed your gaze. not this again.

lewis had the displeasure of hearing almost all of your drunken rants about lando. he knew very intimately how much you loathed, but also wanted lando. he was your proper rival. while the rivalry wasn't the more fierce in the history of formula one, he wanted you to just get over your stubbornness and sleep with the mclaren driver to get over the tension.

"i hate him." you sighed, "he walks around the paddock like he has the biggest cock."

"and how would you know his cock isn't the biggest?" lewis laughed which spurred you to laugh.

"well, c'mon. we all know that my cock is the biggest. in a metaphorical sense anyway... but it takes big balls to be the only female driver. gotta keep up with the boys." you laughed and winked at your teammate.

lewis chuckled, "can't argue with that." then took a sip of his (non alcoholic) drink. he watched you look over at the mclearn drivers at the other end of the bar. while oscar gave a wave, lando glared at you.

you made a face before you took another sip of your cocktail, "he doesn't act like that with anyone else. he is practically running max off the track and he is still more friendly than with me. maybe he hates women." the alcohol was flooded in your brain and your tonuge felt looser.

your teammate laughed, "right, right. he hated woman." he watched you ramble. an unintentional plus side to not drinking was that he got to be the sober person in the room when fellow drivers spilled their guts over drinks. eventually he said, "i think you need to talk to him."

and you were so drunk at that point you took hew advice and got up on shaky legs. you started to make your way over to lando, which shocked lewis. you never took his advice like that. he also knew that he wasn't going to be seeing you for the rest of the night.

he looked around for a moment before he took another sip of his drink. he hoped that you didn't get into too much trouble tonight. and made a mental note to check in on you in the morning. someone could get into heaps of trouble in a place like las vegas.

you don't know this happened or what you said. but lando was soon in your room with his large hands all over you. you groaned at his touch and he wanted to devour you whole. you wanted the same for him.

"i'll make tonight special." he said as he got you out of your mercedes branded t-shirt. and eyed your breasts.

"never seen tits before, norris? i thought you went through women like pairs of socks." you laughed before lando pushed you further up against the wall.

he chuckled lowly, "you like getting me mad, huh? you like driving me up the fucking wall. stupid slut, this is what you wanted, huh? you wanted me to fuck you like i hate you." lando then groaned, he pinned you to the wall, "you're such a whore. i bet you keep toto's bed nice and warm during the off season."

"fuck, shut up. you basically are between the legs of zak any time he asks. like a fucking dog." you bit back before lando kissed you once more.

the months of feuding had come to a head. as lando continued you to mark up your breasts before he took your bra off. he hungrily licked his lips and groaned a little.

the bed seemed far and you ended up on the couch. both of you were stripped naked, your flushed body on display for him as you straddled his waist and he held on to your hips like you two had done this a million times. you moved well together.

"i thought you were a virgin because you never put out. turned out you're a proper whore." your moan only spurred him on as he pushed himself inside of your achy cunt. he felt you in such an intimate way.

"i'm not a whore" you groaned as you fully seated yourself onto his cock.

he gripped you by the ass and replied, "there's no shame in being a whore. especially my whore. don't worry, i won't throw you away. nah, i'm keeping you." he groaned as he started to fuck you. and you felt the flood of pleasure in your body.

you had to admit, lando made you feel good. there was something about how it made you feel that made you move faster. damn lando norris, damn him.

his kisses got hotter the more you both rutted against each other.

"you feel like heaven. the hottest piece of ass on the track." he groaned, "you're always trying to be the best, but i know you well enough. fuck you drive me crazy!"

you asked, "is that why you hate me?" you felt the pleasure pair with the liquor in your system. it all clouded your mind.

"could never actually hate you." he groaned, "i'd bully and tease you. but that's because i want you so badly. spent so many nights jerking off to the thoughts of you." his breathing became heavier, "wanted to fuck you in front of the grid. i wanted you all to myself." his tone was hungry, but his words were true. he needed you. you had invaded his thoughts.

"fuck, lando." the haze of it all kept you moving. there was a painful heat between you. it was unlike anything you felt before with anyone else. sex was fun with others, but with lando it was a deep need.

he excited you sexually, just as he ddi on the track. you two kissed once more and lando moaned against your lips. youmoved faster, you could feel his cock hit against your softest areas. and you felt heaven on earth. and as you climaxed, the feeling was closely compared to winning a grand prix.

"fuck.' he groaned as you came. you kissed once more and practically melted against him. he gripped your hips tightly.

you continued to fuck him through your orgasm. and by the time he finished inside of you, you had marked up his shoulders with your nails because he made you finish for a second time.

when you slowed to a stop, you rested against his toned chest. he wrapped an arm around you and gave you a lazy kiss on the mouth.

he groaned when he pulled away, "fuck it. i'm keeping you. let's get married." there were a lot of ways to get into trouble in las vegas.

you laid in bed beside a sleeping lando. you looked at your wedding ring in shock. it only made the hangover worse. you had no recollection of most of the night, you remembered being intimate. but no details about your wedding.

your phone rang and you reached for it. you picked it up and heard lewis' voice on the other end, "good morning mrs. norris."

you sat up in bed and the throb in your head got worse. "how did you know? jesus christ." you said as you got out of bed to have this conversation in the bathroom.

"i mean, you sent me photos of your wedding. didn't take you as someone who wanted to be married by an elvis impersonator. how drunk were you last night?"

you closed the bathroom door and looked into the mirror. and saw all the marks lando left you the night prior. you said, "i couldn't tell you... i remember nothing."

"well they already updated your name on the track for next weekend." lewis laughed, "i'd suggest your change it on your track id, don't want any problems, mrs. norris."

"you hate me, lewis. you want me dead."

lewis replied, "not as much as toto wants you dead. have fun with your husband, let me know if you're flying to qatar with him or not."

when the call ended, you looked through your photos. you got married to lando norris. your rival. you felt your stomach dropped when you saw all the photos. the bathroom door opened and you were face to face with your husband.

you looked at one another in shock. you looked down at the photo on the phone screen. it was you in a short white number and lando in a white button up and tan slacks. you had no memory of this.

your hands shook as you showed him the photo. there was a silence between you two. before you could say anything, you jumped as you phone rang once more.

your stomach twisted when you saw the caller id. it was your boss, toto wolff. <3

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staybabblingbaby · 7 months ago

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Best Friend Protocol #14 (Team Meeting part)

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: You're Felix's childhood friend, and you and he have been planning a visit to see him for his birthday for what feels like years now. Unfortunately, SKZ is a very busy group, and the week-long vacation you'd planned for doesn't seem possible.Until Felix decides to ask his bandmates a favor...

Word Count: 2672

Notes: IT'S FINALLY HERE! ALL HAIL THE LEGENDARY FIRST WRITTEN PART OF BFP! I meant to have this out over a week ago, but it's here now! I will be attempting to get a regular chapter out here shortly to fulfil my promised 4 november chapters. Wish me luck! Huge shout out to one of my beautiful beloved betas, @brbwritingfanfic for taking the time to make sense of this damn thing lmao. I appreciate you spotting all my errors, you a real one <3 For those familiar with my archive style and curious, this is A3D2 for this chapter. It was kicking my ASS. If enough folks are interested I don't mind releasing the other attempts, but BFP is a bit divorced from the usual archive proceedings, so I'll leave that up to y'all. I actually really loved how Felix's character came through here, and i'm pretty pleased with how the dialogue turned out. My poor fiance had to sit through like 5 separate rants about how i could not roll back the details enough and kept having to scrap dialogue so it sounded less like AI attempting classical literature.

Warnings: She/Her Reader. Sort of? Polyamory negotiations. More like, the possibility is tossed out there.

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The meeting goes something like this;

They pile into the living room of his and Seungmin’s shiny new dorm without discussion. It makes Felix both nervous and grateful. They’ve always had these meetings wherever Chris happened to be, before. It feels like an unspoken declaration of allegiance. Like they’re letting Felix take the lead, here.

The pressure is kind of getting to him already, as they all settle in. He doesn’t even know how he feels about it all himself, making a decision doesn’t seem like something he should be in charge of right now.

Still, he’s grateful. They’re being so mindful of him in this, and he kind of wants to cry about it. He feels seen, and loved. A bit too seen, maybe, but as embarrassing as it is he’s still a bit gooey inside about it.

Felix drags a beanbag over to where Hyunjin has settled on the couch, plopping down to lean against the other man’s legs. A hand automatically goes to bury itself in his hair, like an anchor against Felix’s stormy thoughts.

The grounding warmth of one of his best friends soothes Felix as Chris calls the meeting to order.

“So!” Their leader casts an inquiring gaze around the room, “Who wants to start? Where are we at right now?”

A few glances are cast Felix’s way, but he tips his head back against Hyunjin’s knees to avoid their eyes. Everyone must get the message, because no one prompts him.

Jisung is the one who eventually bites the bullet, and Felix sends a silent ‘thank you’ to his birthday buddy.

“Well, I’d like to clarify everyone’s, like, goal in this?” Jisung puts forward tentatively, “Because I’m at the point where it’s more of a ‘I’d like to get to know her’ thing than a ‘I want to date her’ thing.” he shrugs to himself, “I haven’t talked to her much yet, I just think she’s cool.”

“I’m a little bit smitten,” Changbin admits from across the room. He gives Felix an apologetic grimace, but all Felix can do is wave him off with a worried smile.

“We talked for quite a while the other day and, I dunno... We clicked? I guess? I feel like we did, anyway. I kind of want to see where that could go if we let it.”

Changbin sends an almost appealing look to Felix as he speaks, and honestly? Super awkward for Felix right now.

Because, see, Felix’s first instinct is to get super defensive and shut everything down. He doesn’t really want to be talking about this, and it scratches at something delicate and boyish in him that they’re having this discussion at all.

It’s embarrassing to know that the feelings he’s kept so close to his chest for so many years are out in the open. It feels a bit like a betrayal that this meeting is about the fact that most of his friends have feelings for the girl he’s had a crush on basically his whole life, instead of planning how to get him to stop being stupid about said crush.

It’s just... Uncomfortable. On so many levels. An ugly monster wants to tear out of Felix’s throat as he locks eyes with Changbin, but a light scratch at his scalp from Hyunjin stalls the beast.

Right. Felix reminds himself that these aren’t any old friends. These aren’t just some acquaintances he could burn bridges with, or strange men he had to protect his angel from.

No, these were his brothers, the people he’d shed blood, sweat, and tears with. The men he’d lived with, grown with, the guys who’d seen more of him than any other person in the world.

Felix finds it in himself to spare Changbin a strained smile. He means it to be reassuring, but he’s so tangled up in his thoughts right now that it’s the best he can offer. The older man seems grateful for it anyway.

He turns his gaze up to Hyunjin, the catalyst of all this, and Felix’s current rock in the storm. He tries to keep in mind how much he loves these people as he moves the conversation forward.

He has to hear them out, at least.

“Thoughts, Hyun?” Felix gently inquires.

Hyunjin briefly presses his lips together, gathering his thoughts into words.

“I’ve been pretty open in my flirtation from the start, I think.” he finally says, “So I guess I’m more surprised that anyone else is? Surprised, I mean.”

Felix has to hand him that one. For all that his ‘no flirting’ rule had been mostly a joke, it did mean that he’d expected them to flirt with her.

He wonders what makes things different now? He’d been okay with the flirting when he’d thought everyone was just joking around, has anything really changed now that he knows it’s real?

Felix sits with that thought while Minho throws his two cents in.

“I don’t think surprised is the right word,” their second eldest ponders aloud, “I’m personally more... worried about how this might work out.” He draws the words out slowly, like he’s tasting the flavor of them before he speaks.

It’s off-putting to hear Minho speak so cautiously- he’s usually so blunt with his words.

“I’m more worried about how this will affect us as a group,” Minho admits, “I mean, I like her, she’s fun, but I don’t want her if it’s going to cause issues among us.”

And the older man has a point. Anything that causes discord in a group like theirs is a disaster waiting to happen. Especially something like this, where a misstep could lead to long-term resentments and jealousies.

Felix feels pressured by the group’s regard for him all over again. One word from him, and he knows it all ends. The moment he says he can’t handle this is the moment that the rest back off. The emotions won’t fade, Felix knows, but they’d do it anyways.

Because they love him.

He loves them right back.

“I really like her,” Seungmin pipes in, face blank. His eyes cast toward the floor for a moment, before rising again to meet Felix’s. “I really like her,” He repeats, “I don’t know that I would be okay with letting go without trying.”

Felix pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and nods at the younger man. His head tips toward his lap while he thinks, brow furrowing as he loses himself to his tumultuous thoughts.

It helps to hear everyone’s feelings put so bluntly, Felix thinks. Having everyone’s stances laid out clearly like a map in his mind’s eye.

Han, who’s not invested but interested anyways.

Changbin, who’s probably in deeper than he’d really like to be.

Hyunjin, who’d been open about his intentions from the start.

Minho, who the fact that he’s even considering her means more than Felix thinks the man realizes. And yet, he’d give her up at the first seed of discord among the group.

It’s kind of heartwarming, when Felix thinks about how much love their second eldest had shown them with those words.

Finally, there’s Seungmin. A man whose compliments are hard earned, and whose feelings are closely guarded. A man who’d just handed Felix his heart on a silver platter, trust and love etched in every word, spoken and not.

Felix’s first instinct is still to shut them down. His clouded heart tells him to scoop up his angel and hide her away like a dragon with its hoard. To claim her as his and his alone, and feel slighted if anyone tried to contest that.

But that’s not fair. Not to his members and not to her. Not even to himself.

They’d shown him respect and care every step of the way, the least he could do is give them more than a knee-jerk reaction.

“Is it really all that complicated?” Jeongin ponders aloud.

Their maknae looks almost bored from his armchair, staring at them all. His furrowed brow gives away his worry, as does the way he allows Chris to pull him into the elder’s side with an arm around his shoulders.

“I mean, it’s up to her in the end, isn’t it?” their youngest continues, “she’s the only one that can really make a final call.”

“Could we handle that?” Felix finally speaks up. It’s a little scary having everyone’s attention snap to him like that, but this is the crux of the matter, he thinks.

“If she chooses one of us, could we handle that?” he elaborates.

A contemplative silence descends over the room. Felix kind of wishes he could peek into the member’s brains at this moment. He wants to know if they’re as worried as he is, if they’re worried about the same things he is.

Because, quite honestly, the more he thinks about it the less he really minds if they flirt with his angel.

It’s taken him this long to untangle the ugly knot of emotions in his chest, and he still can’t see all of it for what it is, but the core of it all, he thinks, is fear.

He’s afraid that, at the end of it all, he’ll be left behind. That he’ll lose two of his very best friends, his favorite people in the world, to each other.

He doesn’t think he could handle that.

It’s an unjustified fear, Felix knows. His bonds with all of these people, the seven present in the room with him and one halfway across the world, are stronger than anything. Forged in fire and elastic with time, he’s sure there’s nothing that could ever truly break them.

That doesn’t stop anxiety from creeping up his spine.

Felix lets his eyes wander around the room, landing on each of his members in turn. It’s like something in him believes that they could guide him in this, just by looking at them, the way his gaze lands heavily on each of their forms.

Hyunjin’s hand drops from his head to knead at the base of his neck, and Felix feels himself soften. A little bit of the anxiety drains from him at the comforting touch, and with it gone he can see something new under the miasma of fear and uncertainty.

It’s bright, like hope, and a bit more exciting. A giddy little thought bubbles up with it-

“What if she chose more than one of us?” Han beats him to the punch. His eyes flick between them all anxiously, looking very much like the rodent he’s nicknamed for, and when he’s met with six confused stares and Felix’s suppressed grin, he starts to babble.

“I- I mean, we’ve all shared partners before. Like, sexually, at least. I just- I mean- We’re not strangers to sharing, is all I’m tryna say!” Han explains himself.

His shoulders rise up to cherry-red ears under the weight of their stares. Minho places a calming hand on his thigh, even as he pokes holes in the other man’s claim.

“We’ve never shared romantic partners though,” He points out, annoyingly reasonable, “That’s a completely different thing.”

“I’d be willing to give it a shot,” Hyunjin shrugs when all eyes turn to him.

He was, admittedly, the last of them Felix had expected to back the idea. Hyunjin was the most romantic of them all, and the least likely to indulge one of them in sharing a partner or two.

“I love you guys, and I really like her,” Hyunjin states plainly, “I don’t see an issue with it.”

“So.. what? We try for, like, a.. polycule kinda thing if she wants?” Changbin questions. He scrunches up his face in concern at the concept, pointing out, “That feels a little unbalanced, doesn't it? Is it fair to hinge the whole thing on her?”

“It's going to hinge on her whether it's fair or not,” Jeongin interjects, “You all have crushes on her, not on eachother.”

“I just don’t know how comfortable I can be with that,” Changbin explains, “There’s one of her, and currently six of us. I don’t think it’s humanly possible for her to split her time enough for all of us, and it’s really unfair of us to expect it of her.”

“It could be a good thing, though,” Han argues, “None of us have the time to dedicate to a relationship how we should. Having more than one of us to turn to could be a good thing.”

“Okay, but you’re all forgetting something very important in this hypothetical,” Jeongin stresses the word, making pointed eye contact with his hyungs, “situation. She has to agree to it too. We can’t make a decision without her.”

Felix can't help but be proud of their youngest for reminding them of y/n’s place in all this. It’s not like they’d forgotten, but it was a good reminder anyway. It did feel a bit icky to be talking about their relationship with her like it was a foregone conclusion.

“I’m just saying!” Han proclaims, throwing his hands in the air, “It’s a possibility that we should be open to if it happens!”

Finally, Chris loudly claps to get everyone's attention and forestall any oncoming argument.

“Oh-kay!” he enthuses, “Let’s refocus. Show of hands, are we okay with everyone flirting with her if they want to?”

All hands go up, none of them opposed to anyone else shooting their shot. Felix pretends like all eyes aren’t on him as he easily raises his arm.

“Alright, next” Chris pushes on, “Do we think we can handle it if she chooses one of us?”

Hesitant murmurs sound around the room at this, but Felix has come to an understanding with himself during this meeting, so he speaks confidently when he says, “I think we’ll be okay.”

His words seem to reassure the others, and a ripple of agreement and gentle ribbing starts circling the room.

“Alright,” Chris nods to himself, interrupting the wave before they could get started with any mischief. He really does know them too well.

“And finally,” he starts, an indecipherable expression crossing his face, “show of hands, who’s alright with the poly thing if it comes to it?”

This subject is more divisive, Han, Hyujin, and Felix’s hands going up, but Minho and Changbin stay quiet with worried faces. Seungmin holds his arm out in front of him with his thumb held out sideways. When questioned, he just says he’s not sure how he feels about it yet.

“We’ll circle back on that later, then.” Chris decides, “I think that’s one of those things we need to be unanimous on.”

Agreements sound out, and the atmosphere relaxes. The evening quickly devolves into an impromptu game night, the group quickly descending upon Felix’s console games like a pack of hyenas.

Felix gets up to switch the TV over to his switch, intentions of strong-arming everyone into playing Mario Party in mind. Chris grabs him by the elbow as he walks by, nodding over to the kitchen. Felix follows him over, already unbearably fond.

“You sure you're good?” Chris asks lowly, “You've been her friend the longest, and we quite literally thought you were dating her already for a while there. They'll back off if you ask, you know.”

Felix nods, smiling softly at their leader’s care. “I'm good I promise.” he swears, “I meant it when I said I liked it when my favorite people get along.”

He turns to look through the doorway back at the living room. Despite the strange and personal nature of their conversation, jokes and laughter flow easily now. As if there was never any tension at all.

Felix can feel himself practically melt as he looks at them, a sentiment he knows their leader shares.

“It would hurt,” Felix admits, “If she chose someone else. But there’s no one I’d trust to hurt me more, y’know?”

Chris doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t really need to. He squeezes Felix’s elbow gently as the younger dives back into the chaos, and Felix knows he’s been understood.

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ghostlychief · 2 months ago

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Master Chief requests??? I need Chief x reader where reader tells her new friend John that she has a massive crush on the hero in green not knowing she’s just confessed to said man. Later ends up fighting beside him and after the battle Chief removes his helmet for whatever reason, rest, rehydration, etc. and reader has an existential crisis…with a cute ending…🥺

once again, so sorry for the delay on this!!! i love the concept of this and it was so fun to write!!! hope you enjoy :) <3

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You could say that it was a predisposition that you were going to join the UNSC ever since you were a little girl. It ran in the family: Your dad was a marine, and mom a pilot. So of course as a little girl, you wanted to live up to their expectations and be just like them.

That leads you to where you are today, a soldier within the UNSC Navy Fleet Command (FLEETCOM). You like the work and it always keeps you busy. This work also, for the majority of the time, has you stationed on the infinity, and not so much in the heat of combat. But you wish you could be involved in the action one day. In fact, you were kind of obsessed with the Spartans and the program in general. They seemed off-worldly to you and you really wished you could see them in action.

In fact, you're currently telling your new friend John about your not so secret crush on the famous green Spartan, Master Chief. You met John about six months ago during a training and you have been friends ever since.

"I mean, come on! Who isn't curious about the famous 'demon'?"

You excitedly bang your hands on the table as you're ranting to your friend, who just sits there with a smirk on his face. You don't know why he finds it that amusing. Doesn't everyone have a crush?

His eyes light up as you keep gushing over the Spartan.

"I can only imagine what his face would look like; handsome no doubt." You stare off dreamily.

You sigh, "I wish I could meet him."

John shrugs, "Maybe one day you will."

You pout and then rest your head on your now crossed arms that rest on the table. You let out a puff, "My job doesn't allow me to be in combat. We always direct from up here." You gesture to the ship.

John continues eating his sandwich, which by the way, looks much more appetizing than the food on your plate. You wonder where he got the delicious looking food. In fact, you just now realize that John's food always seems to be gourmet, and much better than yours. You mentally shake your head, thinking it doesn't matter and you go back to thinking of your crush that you're never going to meet.

John reassures you again, "You never know when a special mission will come up anyways. They can always pull you into combat under special circumstances."

You hum, still bummed about your current position and reply, "Yeah, I guess."

You and John finish up your lunches then go your separate ways.

---

About a week later, you're being pulled into a conference room with your team and upper management. It's odd because usually upper management doesn't attend team meetings like this, so you figure something is happening or about to.

Your guess is right when your boss, Davidson, starts the meeting.

"Thank you all for being here today, we have been assigned to a special mission, which we will be deployed to planet Concord, where an outer human colony resides."

Davidson continues her assessment of the colony's climate and the reason for your team going.

"We will be assisting a covert operation, lead by the Spartans, specifically Blue Team. But this will require a ground operation team, so that is why we are being deployed with the Spartans."

Your stomach erupts with butterflies. Blue Team? You immediately know who's on that team and it's hard for you to contain your excitement.

Davidson continues with her presentation, but you find it hard to focus. However, you do catch that the reason for this covert mission is that there's been alien chatter in the quadrant Concord is in. It's unclear whether the Covenant has found the human colony or not. It is also sometimes hard to communicate with the outer colonies since they are a long way from Reach.

Your thoughts drift away again. Your first mission! You're itching with anticipation.

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The day has come where you leave for Concord. you have been so busy the past week that you haven't had a chance to see your friend John and share the exciting new. Oh well, you think. I'll catch up with him once I'm back.

Travel to the outer colonies takes about a day or so from Reach and before you know it, you've reached Concord. You were hoping to catch a glimpse of the Spartans on the ship, but you guess your luck ran out because you didn't see a single one.

It was decided that you all would land on the outskirts of the region Corsica. This region had a dense population and would be a prime spot for the Covenant to attack.

You finally see the Spartans emerge from the ship, but they are already in their armor.

You all get to work in setting up your outpost, and surprisingly, the Spartans help with a lot of the set up.

Huh, guess they aren't better than that.

Once your networks are up and running, you and your team immediately get to work on analyzing the different comms channels for any chatter that isn't your own. The Spartans have left to search the perimeter and scout the area.

Day one and two, nothing happens. You're not picking anything up on the networks and Blue Team hasn't reported seeing anything.

However, on day three, things start to get interesting.

You just had your morning coffee when you hear it. it was so brief,. but you would recognize Sangheili anywhere. You immediately notify your team and Blue Team. You really hadn't had any interaction with the Spartans, but now they stand before you, waiting to hear your report.

You stand tall and say, "This morning at 0600 hours, we picked up Sangheili chatter. We only caught a snippet of it before they switched to another channel, but we could make out "Concord" from the discussion."

Master Chief is the first to ask a question, "Is it safe to assume they are on Concord?"

You clear your throat and respond, "While, we cannot confirm that they are on the planet, we can confirm that they know of its existence, and therefore, know the location of it."

You see Master Chief nod, his orange-yellow visor glinting in the morning sun. "Okay, what is our mission?"

This is where Davidson steps up to explain the game plan, now that there is credible intelligence that the Covenant know about Concord. FLEETCOM has been preparing for this for years, but its still surreal putting the procedures into place.

However, before Davidson can report on the procedures, a large blast hits near your outpost. You shriek and crouch down, covering your head with your hands. Another blast deposits close to the outpost, but with this blast, you can feel the warmth from the plasma. Covenant.

The outpost erupts into chaos and you snap back to reality, ready to follow your attack procedures that you know so well. But before you can stand, a green hand reaches down to you. You take it without any thought. It's only when the hand pull you up that you are face to face with Chief.

You take a step back, and mutter a thanks under your breath. Chief nods slightly, and then says, "You need a weapon."

Oh right, we're under attack. He leads you to the armory and you thank him again before he leaves you to get ready. you meet your team back at command and then you are split into groups to engage the Covenant. Each Spartan takes a squadron of soldiers, and lucky you, you're in Chief's unit.

You all disperse out to your combat areas, and you're immediately met with grunt troops. Easy enough you think.

You watch Chief ahead of you, easily taking out the grunts while you and your squadron take out the weakened ones. You see him take out his sniper and easily pick off the Jackals that were hiding up in the rock formations.

Strangely enough, it gets quiet after that, and you hear through your comms from the other units that combat has paused for them as well.

Chief runs back to your unit and says, "Let's climb up those rocks to get to higher ground. I'm sure that wasn't the last of the Covenant troops."

You all hike up the steep hill littered in rock formations until you reach the top. It does provide a good advantage, but you're also hoping for some rest.

You see the rest of your unit start to sit, drink water, and assess any injuries, so you decide to do the same. You luckily remained unscathed, and when you're drinking your water, Chief comes up to sit beside you and before you can say anything, he starts to take off his helmet.

You must being seeing things, because you are met with the familiar face of your friend John.

"I'm sorry, I must be seeing things, because what the fuck?!"

John, your friend John, sits besides you in a fucking Spartan suit, none other than the Master Chief himself.

"Guilty," he responds. He tries to give you a small smile, but all he is met with is a glare.

You're still shell-shocked and you are trying not to cause a scene in front of everyone, but seriously, what the actual fuck?

"Are you fucking serious? Why didn't you tell me?" You're honestly more hurt that he didn't tell you, than the fact that for almost the entirety of your friendship you've been gushing to him about your crush on, well, HIM.

Before he can get a word out though, you say, "What strings did you pull for me to be here?"

He just says, "Don't worry about it." you feel steam coming out of your ears.

Of course. Of course. It's all coming together now.

"Was this even a real mission?" your voice raises.

"Of course it was! We did just fight the Covenant, no?"

You hate to admit it but he makes a good point.

He gives you a small shrug, "I may have pulled a few strings to get your team assigned-" he looks over to you and you give him your hardest glare. You cross your arms, and shift your position so you're facing him head on.

"-but you and your team were well over-qualified! So it worked out anyways."

"WHY?!" You throw your hands up in the air, now feeling the embarrassment of your confession you've one too many times admitted.

"Look, Y/N," He places his gloved hand on your shoulder and you fight the urge to smack it away.

"i don't know if you noticed but everywhere I go, people just gawk at me and don't even treat me as a human. So, when I'm out of my armor, I feel a certain freedom I don't usually feel. And when I met you, well, I wanted to keep feeling that."

His thumb starts to rub circles into your shoulder.

"I was going to tell you, I was. But I started loving the feeling of just being normal, and you always provided that space for me. I'm sorry."

You sigh at his explanation, and while you're still mad at him, you do understand his point of view.

"You weren't creeped out by my crush, borderline obsession, with you?" You can't even look at him when you ask this and instead train your eyes to Concord's two moons up in the sky.

"Y/N, look at me." You do.

He smiles at you, the creases by his eyes crinkling and says, "I thought it was endearing, okay?"

"Ugh, you must get that all the time from women though, as you literally just said." You bring up your hands and rub your face and you feel your cheeks warm.

"Well, they aren't you."

"What?" You must have heard him wrong and you look at him to catch any kind of lie in his confession. But a small smile still rests on his lips and his eyes are still looking into yours with honesty.

He brings his hand that was on your shoulder to rest on your jaw, his thumb now stroking your cheek. You imagined the texture of his techsuit to be rougher, but you find his hand feels like silk against your skin.

"You mean to tell me you didn't know?"

You roll your eyes, "No, I did not know that my friend John of six months liked me. Clearly I don't pick up on things easily." You gesture between the two of you.

"Mhmm, then I'll have to do better." John closes the space between you and captures your lips with his. You kiss him back and rest your hand on top of his that still lies on your jaw.

You pull away for a brief second, "Wait! Now I understand why you have so much better food than me. You ass!" You smack his shoulder.

He shuts you up with another kiss.

---

You're so engrossed in all things John that you fail to notice that Kelly and her squadron met up with yours.

You have an audience behind you and you don't even notice it. Kelly mutters, "About time. He wouldn't shut up about her."

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meanbossart · 10 months ago

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so uh stop reading aaaabout here if you care about spoilers for the original baldur's gate games (no idea if you have/planned on playing em just wanna be safe) but ANYWAY in 2 you can choose to split your soul with Sarevok to bring him back to life and, if you choose to play it that way, give him a second chance. i'm not going to subject you to my Sarevok rants because lord knows you did not ask but i find that concept really really interesting especially in relation to Durge and Orin so after way too much rambling here's my question. what would DU Drow do in that kinda situation? i know post-tadpole he doesn't really hold any warm feelings towards Orin (if you could count whatever he had going on before as "warm" lol) but would any part of him want to give her a shot at living her own life without Bhaal's influence?

oh my god this got way too long i am. so sorry

I've been thinking about this one for a while. Honestly it's a really sweet concept for them.

I think if DU drow were to somehow find out about what he did to Orin over the years (the pressuring, the low-key harassment, how utterly obsessed he was with her, how, unbeknownst to himself, he played a part in making her worse and actively helped her erase more and more parts of herself) he would be a little horrified with himself. Not immediately, perhaps not outwardly, but he'd get a little grossed out feeling in his gut and a churning that is at it's worst whenever he looks at Astarion.

It's only really because of Astarion that he learned what the hell love with boundaries is. He started off by trying to cross them, only to be humbled when his urges wouldn't let him fulfill any carnal desires in the first place and forcing him to appreciate the comfort in Astarion's company alone, without the sexual factor, and in turn coming to understand that that's not even what he wanted in the first place. Then, through learning about his past experiences, he'd grow to abhor the very concept and take slow incremental steps to fix that within himself. He realizes that if he had done the same with Orin, their situation could have been very different - or it could have not. Either way, he never had the self-awareness to try.

You know the scene in Cazador's dungeon? Where you meet up with the caged spawn and you have the option to confront Astarion about it when he lacks the empathy towards them? About how, in another life, that could have been you? Perhaps there would be something similar here. Where DU drow tries to justify his past-self's actions and Astarion holds a very ugly mirror of himself up to his face - if I say no, if I ever change my mind, is this what you're going to do to me?

That hypothetical would make him sick.

So yes. I think in that situation where he has a slightly fuller picture, he would find it nothing but fair to share a little bit of his soul with Orin so she has a second shot at life - It's basically what she did for him, after all.

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mortish-writes · 3 months ago

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No Patreon quite yet.

The Bride of Shadows Patreon isn't ready yet, I didn't realize that a month after giving them a picture of myself and a copy of my government ID, and then them saying I was all set, they'd still do an additional review when I was actually ready to launch my Patreon. Apparently this can take as along as a week, but usually takes a couple days.

The Zealot route for Night V is edited and will be ready for early release as soon as the Patreon is up. You will have to start a new game and only the Zealot route is available right now. The Heretic Night V route will be out next week.

The Night V Zealot route is an additional 25,000 words, with two separate branches depending on whether you're aligned with The Weaver. It also has separate endings depending on which RO you have the strongest bond with. There are also breast sizes now. See? I also added the option to refuse The Weaver and...stay dead. Cause apparently the offer to not be dead was frustrating readers.

The name of the patron version is The Nightborn Edition. Right now, it is largely the same as the current build (+Zealot Night V and a few new variables, mostly hidden), but once the Patreon is live we'll be running polls for new content. Our first few polls will be regarding conception/pregnancy since that will start in Night VI. We'll nail down how we want to handle paternity in poly relationships and how random/not random we want things like gender/appearance/multiples to be. Then we'll vote on a new tendency and which tendencies you'd like to see more of. The goal is to make a version tailored to the interests and tastes of patrons, without taking content away from free players.

I've also changed Bound mode for patrons. It will now feature an MFM storyline with the option to go crazy and have an exclusive MF relationship with Valdricht. Serax TBD, I'll explain in the FAQ, no I don't love Valdricht more, there are important plot reasons for it, if you want Serax you can still have him in MFM mode or play MMF mode as the gods intended. I know that the Duskweaver Cultist won out in the poll, but MFM/MF will be much easier to integrate into the existing story at the moment. Also, you get updates earlier and you can support my goal of writing Bride of Shadows full-time.

Hopefully the review process will be quick and I'll do an official Patreon launch announcement/invitation soon. It will be much prettier and more comprehensive than this. In the meantime, I'll be working on the Heretic route for Night V. Just not tonight. I'm going to relax now.

Off-topic rant don't read unless you have nothing better to do. Sometimes a girl just has to type some feelings in a big block of text. So Bride of Shadows has gotten a ton of new players/followers this week. Idk if it was blessed by the algorithm or what. That's not the rant, I'm incredibly happy about that and insanely grateful. So today while I was trying to set up the Patreon version, I thought I could just add the Patreon edition to my regular page and password lock it. Maybe I can and I just couldn't figure it out, but that's a question to puzzle over another day. Anyway, somewhere in the process of attempting this I restricted the main game for like 30 seconds and it completely removed Bride of Shadows from the Itch algorithm. It went from getting a new follower every 15 minutes to totally disappearing from all the categories. Which sucks because we were doing so good. Like, we were almost in a warm, fuzzy sandwich between the hot succubus game and the sexy Minotaur game and that's without a new release in two weeks. I know, I still can't believe it. Anyway, I think the vanishing is only temporary and it'll creep back into the algorithm again, but I'm too tired to worry about it right now. I cried on the phone with my husband for like 5 minutes about that and Patreon and then he came home with chocolate filled caramels for me. Anyway, it's impossible to be sad while eating them, so I'm feeling much better now but I wanted to rant in a wall of text regardless. In February the big stressful thing was my old blog getting shadowbanned, and I went through this whole 24 hour emotional crisis where I thought the IF was doomed and no one would ever find it again and now this month my crisis is that it was getting tons of followers until I derped the algorithm. It's all to say, sometimes I gotta complain about things that annoy me, but I never lose sight of the bigger picture, which is that I'm writing a story I love and lots of people are enjoying it, so no matter what shenanigans befall me, I don't let it distract me. And if I do get overwhelmed, there are always chocolate filled caramels. And because you read all of this the Nightborn Edition password is "veryeasytoguess". I'll be changing the password once the Patreon launches. In the meantime, feel free to check out the new Zealot night. I hope you'll be able to join the Patreon and help build the Nightborn Edition into something really special. For players in non-Patreon regions or those who hate subscriptions (I totally get it), the Nightborn Edition will be available on Steam once the IF is complete and you're always welcome to submit suggestions for things you'd like to see in the final IF. Also just in case it wasn't clear, the regular free story will still be updated. Night V will be out not long after I finish writing the Heretic route. Thanks for reading, you're all amazing. -Mortish

#bride of shadows if #twine wip #twine interactive fiction #patreon #kofi

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virtueking233 · 7 months ago

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Eh so I’m bored and just want to go a WR filled rant so I’m just going to go on another talk about Whiterose undoubtedly going to be Canon because of all the factors and potential and stuff we seen

So feel free to read and comment and do whatever in regards to this but but i will let you know that if you approach my post and be negative or a troll, just going to ignore ya

Anyways, let’s begin with the rant by starting off with the most obvious part: Patterns/Soulmates

Starting off with this part, it’s relatively simple idea to get across when I say… There is a literal pattern that shows how all Partner ships are going to be canon and why it makes sense they would be canon. Which one of the strongest pieces that prove this point being the whole pattern of opposites attract that balance each other out.

Something that can be greatly seen with Ships like Bumblebly, Arkos, and Rennora, All canon partner ships.

And this is something that can especially be with Whiterose and with how Ruby and Weiss are practical opposites since the beginning but they greatly balance each other and greatly understand each other better than anyone.

They are Fire and Ice, the warmth and the cold, now with Vacuo and what we see with Ruby/the schnee family, The Hero and the Villain.

However, despite their differences or how opposite they are, we see how Ruby and Weiss balance each other out.With Ruby’s warm personality balancing out Weiss cold personality or how Weiss fighting style helps to balance out and support Ruby’s fighting style

And we see how well that balance helps the other out… and happens when Ruby and Weiss are unable to balance the other out

But another fact we should take note when it comes to the whole pattern is how, so far, all canon partner ships all seem to be soulmates and that can be heavily supported by how the partner selection ceremony from V1 seems to be based on soulmates with the whole idea behind being that Partners selection are left up fate/destiny.

Literally thrown into a forest and are meant to run into someone and make eye contact with them for them to be your partner for coming years, something that literally can be drawn out and seen as a thing for soulmates/a soulmate concept (heck, the eye contact stuff with is something I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a lot of soulmate Au’s or stories use).

But ultimately there are other factors and things that make the whole pattern very obvious or some stuff that just just describe the pattern and the whole soulmate stuff, but honestly that’s just going to lead me to figuring some other stuff and then talking and ranting more and more and not talking about the other points

So moving on, let’s now talk about Potential

Starting off, let me just go ahead and say that this is probably going to be a short point I’m going to talk and that it is essentially me just saying that out of all the ships for Ruby or Weiss, Whiterose is the one ship that really only has the potential/has the greatest amount of potential to be canon.

Why? Well that’s very simple, incredibly simple actually

Ruby and Weiss are the two people who greatly need to talk to each other and greatly need a heart to heart moment in RWBY. They are both practically tied to each other arc’s now due to stuff that happened back in V8 and V9 as well as now how quite literally, they are both the only people who can give the other what they are missing… what they need to be whole again.

They are tied in that, back in V9, they both failed each other and feel significant guilt over that failure for each other… and undoubtedly have a desire to try and be their for the other or do something to apologize/make up for that failure in V10 and beyond, much the same as a few other ships.

They are tied in that they are both the only person that can give what the other needs with Ruby being the one person who can/has already given Weiss a place she can call home again among team RWBY and Weiss is the only other character who can be the one who will always be by Ruby’s side and fill the missing void left by Summer and Penny, be the one to help put Ruby back together through being someone can make that promise to remain and to always believe in her no matter what.

And just overall, with what happened in V9 and all the connections and how Ruby was the only to notice Weiss pain about Atlas or Weiss was the one who truly understood what was wrong with Ruby and why she was hurting as badly as she was without telling anyone

It’s very clear as to why Whiterose will become canon from looking at how much potential they have and how their relationship will have a major role in V10

But another way is to look at how much growth their relationship has already gone through and easily determine through that growth the ship being canon

What exactly do I mean by we can tell WR is going to be canon just by looking at the growth of the relationship so far? Again, very simple

Much like every ship that is so far canon and so far every development, a major factor in each partner ship is how the characters within each ship causes the other to grow and change in different ways.

For example

With the Bees you have how Blake and Yang gradually help bring out the best in the other with Blake being more joyful and happy and Yang being more calmer and patient/less prone to anger, or how both Blake and Yang were able to help them to change and realize that they are worthy of love and not afraid of it

With Arkos how Pyrrha helps to train and make Jaune not just a better fighter/leader but genuinely more strong willed and courageous, or how after Pyrrha’s death, while being the reason Jaune pursued such a path, being the one who ultimately managed to get Jaune to change and move on from the pain and sorrow and instead honor her memory then avenge

But how is that his all relevant to Whiterose and how they grow, well, it’s because Ruby and Weiss help each other to grow and change in that way as well

Ruby helps Weiss to change and become genuinely more warmer and more understanding and patient, to become less of a ice queen and rather someone who is far more supportive, inspiring, kinder, and warms

Weiss helps Ruby to change and become more of a better fighter/leader and to help her become more understanding and determined, to no longer be the anxious girl just starting beacon to the brave and strong huntress who stands up and manages to inspire the world to work together.

And we know this to be the case with how “one small act of kindness brings about marvelous change” or however the blacksmith puts it, we see that with Ruby and Weiss, and with all the other partners

We see that with how Weiss back in V1, with a single moment of kindness of showing that she believes in Ruby and sees she can be a great leader as well as a promise to be the best teammate

Help to change the two to become far better then ever and to grow in ways that are quite marvelous indeed

And we also don’t see just positive changes, we all some negative changes or pushes that causes thing to happen

With all ships and WR especially

Bees have the losing one another causing them to change both negatively and positively, Arkos has Jaune losing Pyrrha and pursuing revenge changing negatively first and then ending in a positive manner, Ren and Nora separating in V8 and being lost/confused on who they are and what they want in a negative sort of change til after they reunite and figure out what they want first

Ruby and Weiss change negatively in V9 and most likely a part of V10 for Weiss with how Ruby lacks Weiss as a major pillar of support and how she misunderstands Weiss words or what she is doing, causing her to break her mask finally and to let out all that she been bottling up/hiding away (though this does lead later to how Ruby learns she is just enough/she doesn’t have to be perfect). As for Weiss, we don’t fully see the effects yet and don’t see how much Weiss is going to negatively change from some events but due to JL part 2 and how Weiss character is… needless to say it’s probably going to be something

Either way, just from looking at Ruby and Weiss is growth, we can tell that they are incredibly important to each other and they are very special for each other.

But overall

There is many ways to see how Ruby and Weiss are incredibly special to each other and especially how Whiterose is undoubtedly going to become canon. Many things that can be pointed to and just a whole bunch of cute stuff

But overall, I hope you all enjoyed this little talk I did and had a good time reading it or whatever, I might make a part 2 in another couple of months for the heck of it because why not, it’s fun and it just something to do during the hiatus

Let me know your thoughts

#rwby #ruby rose #whiterose #ruby x weiss #weiss schnee #white rose

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iamthatonefangirl · 14 days ago

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runaway - han solo x reader

my (INSANELY late) birthday gift for the one and only @clavedelune.

thank you Marie for supporting me and letting me rant about how much I love the tumblr community and Bucky Barnes 🤍🤍 you're so amazing and I love you.

forewarning: haven't watched the original star wars movies in a very long time and I’m not that good at star wars lore. please excuse any plot inaccuracies but I needed to make the story flow 😭😭 (also sorry no Chewy oops)

~~~

being the daughter of a senator wasn't easy.

there was a never-ending list of rules you had to follow, ever since you were a little girl:

don't speak unless spoken to. don't speak in a disagreeable manner. don't speak to strangers, especially unknown men. don't speak your opinions, never mind those regarding the political issues your father dealt with, lest you wanted to paint a target on your back.

gods, could they try to control you any more than they already did?

it irked you, yet you were in no position to argue. they wouldn't listen to a word you said unless it was what they wanted to hear.

don't even think about acting on your own desires without explicit instruction to do so.

~~~

being forced into a mental cage as a child and as a teenager did nothing but strengthen your mental fortitude, encouraging you to explore what you was supposed to be kept hidden from you.

perhaps your inability to act against your parents' wishes was what sparked your interest in the rebellion.

whenever you attended events with your parents, you were there as a showpiece. you only existed to be a token, to prove that your father had depth, that he had deeper insight that might better influence his opinions on politics. it certainly helped him forge his political ties to be seen as a family man.

although you were nothing more than a political pawn in your father's game, you were sheltered from hearing about said issues.

especially the rebellion.

perhaps your parents knew that it might pique your interest, that you might begin asking questions. so the concept, even the word "rebellion" was forbidden in your household.

unfortunately for your parents, their worst nightmares had come true right under their noses.

you weren't going to allow yourself to simply be a pawn in their game for the rest of your life. you had a brain, and intelligence enough to learn how to slip things by them.

as a young teen, you began to read. learning about the universe, the current sociopolitical climate, the state of affairs of each planet in local sectors.

you began to learn more about the empire, and the rebel alliance, and you'd never felt more alive. you began to sneak in small comms devices, teaching yourself how to use them, how to find the hidden frequencies the rebels used so you could listen in in real time.

you began to dream of a life bigger than the one you had, a life where you could be a fighter, a pilot, a rebel.

~~~

for years, you read. you learned. you stockpiled as much information as you could in your brain so that you could one day leave Coruscant for good and fight the good fight.

perhaps it was a naive belief, given that learning from your bedroom was far different than learning in the real world. but you didn't have access to learn anything from the real world.

you barely had any technological skills, let alone any technical or practical skills. you could read about hand to hand combat, you could read about piloting a ship, but that meant nothing without the ability to do it in real life.

you were confident you could learn somehow.

so over time, you began to plan your escape. you certainly were not going to sit around here forever.

you began to stow away your allowance money, pocket any change you could. your parents were filthy rich, the majority of their money coming from illicit political deals, anyway. who cared if you decided to get a jump on your inheritance?

~~~

the day eventually came when you finally reached your breaking point.

your parents had intended to marry you off for years, but they were never serious, never followed through with it.

now, at 20 years of age, they were done waiting.

you weren't going to stick around long enough for it to happen.

~~~

a week before the night you left, you'd gotten your hands on a blaster.

you had snuck out late one night, bringing as much money as you thought you might need, and then some. you somehow managed to navigate your way to the dark, trashy streets you'd been informed to never go to.

you were cautious to cover your face, keep your head down, not let anyone get a good look at you.

when the arms dealer told you the price, you were taken aback. "you can't be serious. it can't cost that much."

"I'm sure you can afford it, princess."

no way he knew who you were.

you knew for fact that he was bullshitting, but you couldn't risk it. you couldn't risk the news getting around, the fact that someone might have seen who you were, so you gave him the price he wanted.

"I was never here," you told him, giving him an extra handful of credits.

~~~

as you climbed out the window of your bedroom one last time, you told yourself this was the best thing for you. you could do this, you could.

okay, so maybe it was true that you weren't exactly sure what you were doing.

you had one goal: find a way to Alderaan. surely everything would fall into place then.

but... no. you didn't really know what you were doing.

as you walked through the same shady streets that you had walked the week prior, the reality of your decision began to weigh on you. this was your life now: no more fancy clothes, no more endless amounts of food, just you and your naive hope to make a life for yourself, one that might just bring you happiness for the first time in forever.

it wasn’t too late to turn back.

even as you considered every sacrifice you were now making, you had no desire to turn back, anyway.

you searched for vendors, not remembering much from your previous visit to this part of the city. in terms of actually getting across the galaxy, you had to stay under the radar. you'll soon be reported missing, so you couldn't take commercial transport; you'd immediately be found.

you were lost as hell, you realized, when you ended up walking down a dark alley with fewer people roaming around and next to none of the quintessential neon lights illuminating the street.

you continued walking, when suddenly, you felt hands grabbing you on either side of your shoulders from behind. you jumped, turning to face whoever had touched you, trying to reach for your blaster at your waistband.

"relax, girlie, I won't hurt you," the man taunted, raising his hands in surrender. he was shorter than you, appeared fairly shabby, and had an evil grin on his face. he suddenly grabbed your blaster from you before you could stop him, and he began inspecting it.

"my, my, a girl like you is gonna hurt herself with one of these things," he continues, his tone of voice setting off alarm bells in your head. "what are you doing around these parts, huh?"

"I'm seeking passage," you tell him, eyes watching what he's doing with your blaster. your voice shakes. kriff, what am I doing? "I didn’t mean to disturb anyone, just let me have that back and I'll get out of here," you plead with him.

"oh, but I'll make a pretty penny off of you," he says, stepping closer to you, raising your very own blaster and pointing it at you. he presses the barrel to your forehead and grins, insisting, "you're coming with me."

you shut your eyes tightly, prepared to beg him to let you go.

you flinch when you hear the sound of a blaster firing in your ears.

you take a moment, the fear you felt upon hearing the noise subsiding. you begin to open your eyes.

he didn't shoot me?

you see the man lying on the ground in front of you, dead, a single shot to the forehead.

you look behind you to see where the shot came from, wondering if you were next, if you needed to bolt-

and then a figure emerges from the shadows. tall, lean, and, woah.

he's walking towards you. you begin to step back, and of course, you trip over the dead body and onto your ass.

"relax, I'm not going to hurt you," the man says, and he sounds as though you've inconvenienced him.

you hurriedly grab your blaster out of the dead man's hands and hold it tightly, trying to decide if you can trust this new figure.

"the dipshit was right, though, you're gonna hurt yourself with that thing," he says, pointing to the blaster in your clutches and reaching his hand out towards you.

"I'm not giving it to you!" you yell at him, holding the weapon tight to your chest, embittered by his audacity.

"I'm trying to help you up!" he yells back with the same tenacity.

you feel stupid, and pause for a moment before you reluctantly take his hand so he can haul you up and away from the dead body.

"you need to go home, princess, before another idiot like this one tries to pull one over on you," he instructs, quickly stalking away.

"wait, wait!" you call out as you follow him, having to jog to keep up with his pace.

"I can't go home! you heard me tell that guy, I'm seeking passage!"

"can't help you, kid. go home." he keeps walking, not paying you any attention as he makes his way back to the busy street.

"surely you know someone with a ship! I can pay!" you plead with him.

he finally stops in his tracks and turns to face you. "you don't think I have a ship?" he asks you, jabbing a finger into his own chest, sounding insulted at your insinuation.

"then you can take me! I'll pay you!"

this is a bad idea. you can't trust anyone, shouldn't trust anyone, but you need passage. and this man, whoever he is, just saved you from being trafficked or killed.

"no way in hell, princess," he affirms, continuing his walk away from you.

you can't let him go. he's your ticket out of here.

you run out in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. "I'll pay double whatever you want!" you plead.

he looks down at your face and takes a deep breath in contemplation.

"you good for the money?" he questions you.

you pull out two large bags of credits hidden under your jacket. his eyes almost widen at the sight, but he quickly schools his expression.

"where are we going?" he asks, exasperated with your antics.

"Alderaan."

~~~

you've never seen a ship quite like this one, you don't think. you've only been off-planet a small handful of times, but never in anything like this.

"the Millennium Falcon," he announces grandly as you walk into the spaceport and toward the entry ramp.

"are you sure this thing actually runs?" you ask, turning your nose up at the sight of it. "sure, it's huge, but-"

"hey!" he yells back at you, offended. "you're the one who begged me to get you out of here. I promise you, it runs, princess."

"I am not a princess," you bite back at him as you follow him up the ramp and into the ship.

okay, so maybe it's not as much as a piece of crap as it appears to be from the outside.

"you damn sure look like one," he scoffs, looking you up and down.

you look down at your clothing. you'd chosen the most basic, dark, raggedy clothing that you owned to try and avoid drawing attention to yourself.

thinking about it now, he was right.

"you're damn lucky you didn't get caught immediately."

you sigh, holding in your frustrations. you just need to get to Alderaan, and then you'll never see him ever again.

so who cares what he thinks of you?

~~~

you follow him to the cockpit, watching as he sits down and begins to press various buttons, powering up the ship. you stand in the doorway, taking it all in, simply observing his motions.

within moments, you feel the ship jump to life, beginning to hover above the ground. you grab the wall, startled by the movement, catching yourself before you can fall.

"sit down before you crack your head open," you hear from the pilot's seat, sounding uninterested. you're sure he's more worried about not having to tend to you than your actual well-being.

you follow the instruction and make to sit in the co-pilot's seat, watching as the ship ascends from the port and into the Coruscanti atmosphere. seeing it from this angle is astonishing, you think, and you wonder if you'll ever come back home. if you'll ever see your family again.

it's bittersweet.

"it's a real short trip, princess," he informs you as he kicks his feet up on the dash and leans back in the pilot's chair, reaching a hand out to pull back on some lever-looking thing. "be there in no time."

he pulls the lever back, and-

nothing.

he quickly jumps to position, his face shocked. he presses a few more buttons, punching in coordinates, you assume, and pulls the lever back again.

nothing.

he stands, quickly pressing even more buttons scattered over the walls and dashboard, but still,

nothing.

"kriff," he mutters under his breath.

"what is it? what's wrong?" you inquire, watching his frustration build.

"problem with the hyperdrive. come on, you're helping," he orders as he walks out of the cockpit and down the hall.

"what about-"

"come on!"

you stare out into the abyss of space through the glass. it's breathtaking.

you force yourself to turn away and follow him.

~~~

that's how you end up sitting on the ground, watching him as he works below the floorboards, messing with a million different wires and machines unlike any you've ever seen before. there's a part of you that feels anxious, eager to get to your destination. the other part of you is entranced by this foreign technology, curious to know more.

you watch his every move as best you can from where you're seated, hoping you might be able to learn something.

"what's that called?"

"what are you doing now?"

"what's that for?"

your incessant questioning annoys him on the surface, disrupting him as he tries to focus on the task at hand.

"you're supposed to be helping, not interrogating me," he mutters.

but on the inside, he's intrigued by your curiosity to know more. a princess as rich and sheltered as you is actually curious about manual labor? it's a shock to him.

perhaps that's why, although reluctantly, he answers each and every one of your questions without fail.

you eventually fall silent for a time.

"what's your name?" you ask him.

his attention is divided as he attempts to unscrew a bolt that appears to be very stuck. his face is scrunched up when he tells you, "Han Solo," his voice sounding pained while he puts all his strength into the action.

you proceed to introduce yourself before he finally gets the unbolt unstuck.

"and I am no princess," you reiterate.

"if you really believe that, then you're more naive than I thought," he comments, and you scoff. you don't manage to get a word in response before he proceeds to say, "we have to go back. I need to get a part to fix this."

"what? no! I'll be found immediately, I can't go back!" you protest, your heart beginning to race as you consider the possibility. if you go back, you'll never get the chance to leave again.

"the hell do you expect me to do?" he argues back.

"take me somewhere else," you hiss at him.

he scoffs in disbelief and takes a second to consider it. he sees the determined and slightly fearful look on your face. he shakes his head to himself, surprised with himself that he's actually going to listen to you.

"fine. I can get us to Brentaal. but it'll cost you extra."

"deal," you agree.

~~~

when you discover that the trip is going to take longer than anticipated, you're almost relieved.

you've planned this for years, prepared to make a new life for yourself since you were a kid, but...

some time to pause and recuperate might not be so bad.

you sit in the co-pilot's chair once more, watching out the windshield as you make your way through the galaxy at a snail's pace on a backup hyperdrive.

you curl in on yourself to get comfortable as your eyes begin to slip shut, against your desire to stay awake.

he can't help but glance over at you.

"why don't you go get some sleep?" he suggests. his voice is softer than you think you've heard it this whole time.

"I'm okay," you whisper in your sleepy state, "I like watching." you indicate to the beautiful sight in front of you.

he wants to protest, wants to encourage you to go lay down, get some real rest.

he doesn't.

you're so peaceful as you doze off, trying your best to stay awake just to admire the beautiful hues and passing stars outside the ship. you're insanely naive, but it's almost... refreshing.

maybe you aren't so bad.

~~~

you wake up a while later, after what you assume to be a few hours. you look next to you and find Han, now that you know his name, gone.

you don't worry much about it.

you reach for your satchel at your feet and pull out the small comms device you managed to bring with you. in all the time you spent alone growing up, you'd found listening in on the static and occasional conversations to be a comfort when you felt lonely or anxious.

you listen in for a while. it's quiet at this hour, whatever hour it is, but the sound of the static alone is better than nothing.

you listen to the white noise while considering the words he'd told you earlier.

princess. naive.

just because you had been majorly sheltered your whole life didn't mean you were either of those things. you had a plan. you just needed to use your resources to your advantage to get to where you needed to go.

so what if your only resource was the money you'd stockpiled? it would at least get you somewhere.

or it would get you killed.

you thought back to when you flashed your stock of credits to the man now taking you across the galaxy. you clearly didn't think that one through. that was a really fucking stupid move, and you were lucky that he was there, even if you didn't want to believe it.

you were lucky he didn't kill you himself and just take the money off your dead body.

eventually, though, the staticky noise can no longer drown out the growling in your stomach and you're forced to confront the reality: you truly did not think this far ahead.

kriff. you'd been planning your leave for so long, but you clearly didn't plan for any of the actual logistics that would be necessary to successfully execute your plan.

up until now? you've gotten lucky, nothing more.

the next breath you take in is shaky, and you look out the window with a feeling of anxiety in your stomach.

you are naive.

and even though you may be somewhat smart, your parents made damn well sure you didn't have the street smarts you needed to survive if you were to end up in a position like this, on your own.

you ignore the thoughts of all other possibilities that come to mind. don't consider the worst case scenarios, you're safe here.

you know you shouldn't let your guard down around a man you've only just met. you shouldn't let yourself feel safe with him, especially given his reluctance to help you and his off-putting demeanor.

and yet, you feel safer than you've ever been.

~~~

you find yourself wandering through the halls of the ship, taking it all in, considering where you might find a refresher and some food. you do a lap, considering the different offshoots and hallways and doorways and where they might lead.

no matter how stupid it may be, you're enjoying this. the exploring, the chance to make a decision for yourself. it's so simple, such a small thing, but it's everything to you. it's healing to the little girl inside you that didn't get to go anywhere other than her bedroom and her classroom.

you wander down a random hallway and stumble upon what appears to be a cabinet on the wall. after a quick search, you find a keypad that you don't quite understand how to use, but you press it a few times at random.

when the doors to the cabinet open, you weren't expecting that.

a full armory, filled to the brim with many different types and sizes of blasters. you've never seen anything remotely close to it, having had very little exposure to anything of the sort as a child.

the first time you saw a blaster had been... traumatic, to say the least. you were quite little, perhaps six years of age, when your parents began bringing you to events.

you'd gone off-planet for this one, and it had been your first time getting to ride in a spaceship. it was so thrilling for you as a young child, getting to see something new, something exciting.

they couldn't have expected that the event would be attacked.

it was clearly an organized hit, which you'd heard from behind closed doors after the fact. a single senator had been targeted, for reasons you had never discovered.

you were so little. yet you saw the whole thing happen.

needless to say, you didn't go off-planet again for at least ten years after that, and even that choice was a carefully calculated decision by your parents. you had so say in such matters.

every event you went to thereafter was more heavily guarded, everything you were exposed to far more heavily censored.

the next time you actually saw a firearm was the one you'd purchased yourself. and, of course, it'd been taken from your hands so easily the first time you'd even wielded it.

there was a part of you that was taken aback by the sight of the armory in front of you; it was a shock you'd never felt before. like there had been a curtain between you and reality for so long, and now it was not only drawn, but ripped to shreds.

it scared you, and it excited you.

your first instinct should not have been to ignore the growling in your stomach in favor of reaching for the biggest weapon you saw.

your fingers touched the metal, roaming the cold alloy, before you tried to lift it, and-

it was so heavy you dropped it, causing a terrible sound to emanate through the empty halls. you winced, hoping you hadn't woken him, that you hadn't drawn his attention.

you tried to pick it up, the weight straining your back. you wondered how anybody could possibly use a firearm as heavy as this, how they could wield its weight long enough to put it to us. you sure as hell couldn't, trying to lift it yourself, but it was no use.

"what are you doing?" you hear from behind you, and you know you're in trouble. you attempt to put the firearm back where you found it, but of course, you're clumsy, and the metal is too heavy, so it once again clatters against the floor.

"damnit," he hisses as he approaches, "the hell were you thinking, princess?"

the way his voice says princess almost scares you, as though he means it to be demeaning. you knew the connotation with which he said it had always intended to be an insult, but...

you actually heard it this time.

"I'm sorry, I was just looking for something to eat," you excuse as he lifts the heavy weapon back into its rightful place in the closet and shuts the doors.

"and you mistook a rifle for food?" he bites back, turning to look you in the eyes this time.

your jaw stutters, and you can feel yourself blubbering. you want to say obviously not, you prick, but you can't. you can't find the right words, so you stand there, feeling a fool.

"stop touching things. stop getting yourself into situations where you might hurt yourself. I won't always be there to save you, princess."

"I don't need saving," you mumble.

"you sure about that? because otherwise, you'd be dead by now, and you know it!"

his words cut deep. you know he's right, he's right, he's right...

you're young, and stupid, and naive. this was a mistake.

it's too late to go back now.

you muster all the self-discipline in your body to remain calm as you ask him, "do you or do you not have anything I can eat?"

he lets out a rough sigh, partially due to his frustration with you, and partially due to his frustration with himself for getting involved with you.

the one time he elected to intervene, to not mind his own damn business, and look where it got him: worrying about you.

he wasn't supposed to worry about anyone but himself.

~~~

you were grateful he didn't reprimand you any more than he already had as you sat to eat the portion of food he gave you.

when you asked him what he planned on eating, he answered, "have to ration. we'll find a market when we land."

weird.

you watched him stare off into space while you ate, and you wondered what was on his mind. he wasn't like you, you didn't think; staring out into the galaxy might entertain you, but it certainly didn't bring him the same sense of intrigue. so you deduced that he was contemplating, considering his options. he was probably regretting saving you, regretting feeding you what little food he had onboard.

you wondered where he'd been in his life. all the amazing things in the galaxy you'd never seen, all the crazy things he's probably done. shooting that guy in the alley didn't even faze him; what else has he seen, done?

it should scare you that he killed so easily.

it excites you.

"you're Corellian," you observe, breaking the silence. you gaze upon his side profile as he stares into the distance. he's handsome, you think. the curve of his nose, his jawline... gods, no, don't think such things.

when he hears you speak up, you see his face scrunch up as though taken aback.

"how... how do you know that?" he asks, turning his head to face you in his slight confusion.

"I can tell. you speak a certain way, act a certain way," you tell him so casually, like it's common knowledge. he shifts in his seat, as though uncomfortable with the way you're able to read him.

to your surprise, he doesn't respond.

"am I wrong?" you inquire. you know you're not.

"no,” he confirms.

he sits in the eerie silence, contemplating how someone as sheltered and naive as you can be so... aware.

you really aren't what he made you out to be.

~~~

the next day goes by quietly, but slowly. you do your best not to disturb him, fearing that you've already crossed too many boundaries. once again, he hands you some rations, and goes hungry himself.

you try to argue with him, to no avail. he won't listen to you, and whenever he decides he's done with your conversation?

"yeah, whatever you say, princess," he'll tell you, and then shut his eyes or walk away from you. it's quite infuriating, if you're honest, not to mention demeaning.

this time, he changes the subject.

"care to tell me why, exactly, you're leaving your cushy little life?"

great. now you have to answer to him.

"I don't intend to live the rest of my life as a housewife and nothing more," you respond, more defensive than you suppose you needed to be.

"least you'd never have to worry a day in your life about lifting a finger, worrying about paying for anything-"

"what, you think money is the only thing worth living for?" your anger begins to rise in your chest, your anxious nerves beginning to spike. how dare he try and speak for you, about what your life must be like?

"you'd have stability, protection. what the hell is more important than that?" he barks back at you.

"you don't have to agree with my life choices, alright?" you all but yell. "but this is the first big life choice I've ever made for myself, and I'm sticking by it!"

a dull silence falls between the two of you. you compose yourself quickly, looking down at your hands as they shake gently from anxiety. you shouldn't care what he thinks, his words shouldn't matter to you. this was your decision, and he's actively aiding you in following through with your plan, but...

you don't want him to think poorly of you.

your words must have sunk in, at a certain point, because he doesn't try to argue back this time.

he couldn't possibly imagine someone as strong-willed as you being told what to do, told how to live your life. clearly, though, you knew better than to stick around and live your life as someone else's pawn.

"good for you," he comments.

"don't mock me," you respond, already feeling self-conscious. you don't need him to make it worse.

"no, I mean it. you up and left a life that no one dares leave. that's... brave."

you try not to keep the small smile on your face to yourself.

he doesn't tell you that he sees it, and he smiles to himself, too.

~~~

"alright, when we get there, you keep your head down and you stay behind me at all times, you understand?" he asks of you.

you watch as he hunches forward in the pilot's chair, holding his blaster in one hand as he carefully wipes a cloth over its surface, cleaning it of dirt and rubble. it's almost amusing to you, how easy it is for him to wield its weight as though it's nothing. your own blaster, although you've never actually used it, is incredibly heavy in your hands.

"I can handle myself," you protest.

he laughs in response. "you know you can't, princess. about got yourself killed last time."

once again, he infuriates you. not only because he's right, but because you don't even have the means to protect yourself. you can't even use...

"can you show me how to use it?" you ask him, inquisitive, pointing to the blaster in his hands.

"heavens, no," he responds, once again laughing.

"come on," you plead, "how am I supposed to be able to handle myself if I can't use a blaster?"

he lets out a sigh in exasperation. you have a point, and in another few days, you'll be on your own again, doing who knows what on Alderaan. it'd be cruel of him not to at least try and help you.

at least, that's what he tells himself.

"alright, I'll show you," he says, standing and turning to walk out of the cockpit, surprising you. what, right now?

you don't question it as you pull your blaster from your satchel and follow him into the hall.

"whatever you do, do not shoot the damn thing in here, understand? don't need you getting hurt. or, you know, hurting my ship," he instructs. he reaches for the firearm in your hands, giving it a quick lookover before standing to position.

"this thing has a lot of power behind it. and you're not going to be strong enough to hold it with only one hand. so whatever you do, use both hands, yeah?"

you observe the way he's standing, holding the weapon in both hands, feet apart.

"keep your legs shoulder-width apart. breathe out before you shoot."

you nod in understanding, looking him up and down, the way he's so effortlessly confident. he stands tall and proud, like he's got nothing to lose.

you have to take a breath when he turns to you, standing closer than you realized, pushing the weapon into your hands.

"show me," he says, stepping back and leaning against the wall.

it's almost... attractive.

you take another breath to settle the warmth in your face and turn away from him, standing as he instructed. the metal is heavy in your hands, and you're curious as to how much kickback you'll really feel when you shoot it. surely it's nothing.

"nope, no, no," he chides, stepping towards you. you turn your head towards him and complain, "I'm doing exactly what you told me to!"

he approaches you from behind and places a hand on each of your shoulders, making the heat in your face burn warmer. you're about to ask what he's doing, but then he kicks your feet farther apart, startling you.

"shoulder-width apart. like you mean it, princess," you hear from behind you.

you gulp, trying to compose yourself. what the hell is happening to you?

he steps out in front of you now, next to where you're holding the firearm up.

"come on, I just told you: like you mean it. hold it firmly, like you're actually about to shoot," he directs. you listen, adjusting your grip to hold it tighter, with more conviction. he reaches out and grabs the barrel to test your grip on it, and you hold it tightly in place. "good," he acknowledges. "now, look down the sight. aim for that cabinet, right down there."

you look down the barrel, trying to do what he's saying, and you're just left confused. "how the hell am I supposed to see anything?"

you feel godawfully stupid when he tells you, "close one eye, princess."

your face warms at the embarrassment, and he laughs a little to himself, but it's comfortable. for once, you don't think he's laughing at you so much as gently teasing.

you're still blushing a bit as you do as he says, shutting one eye as best you can, and looking down the sight. "line up the divot with the ball at the end of the barrel, and that's where you'll aim. assuming you didn't buy some knock-off piece of shit that doesn't aim properly."

you feel like you're doing something wrong as you try to follow his instructions. "I can't," you complain, dropping the position and holding the blaster at your side as you turn to face him, frustrated with yourself.

he looks at you as you pout at him, and if he's honest, your pouting doesn't annoy him like it should. it's endearing.

"you wanted me to show you, princess," he says, chuckling as he speaks. he stands there for another minute, watching your defeated expression as you make to stand in position once again.

he shakes his head as he pushes off the wall and steps behind you once more, his arms coming to lay over yours.

"see this, right here?" he whispers in your ear, pointing to something on the firearm in your hand. you're trying to pay attention, but he's right behind you, warm breath against your ear...

he continues to point at something else, and says some more words that fly in one ear and out the other. somehow, though, you manage to adjust the weapon so you can actually see properly down the barrel.

"see it?" he whispers to you, turning his face to look at your side profile.

"mhm," you say, putting your finger over the trigger.

"told you you could do it," he whispers to you, making your body shiver. and then-

you accidentally pull the trigger.

you didn't intend to, so you're not prepared at all for the kickback of the blaster as it sends you flying backwards into Han's chest. the energy bolt hits the wall across from you and ricochets back towards you, but before you it can hit you, he's grabbing you and pulling you to the floor, covering your body with his.

you hear it ricochet a few more times before it finally stops.

he's gonna be so pissed at you.

you begin to push off the floor and look to where he's sidled up next to you, grimacing, clutching at his arm.

"oh my god, did it hit you? fuck, are you okay?" you ask as you clamor to check the wound.

"just grazed me," he grits. "I'll be fine."

you see where the bolt sliced through his clothes, cutting his shoulder enough for the blood to seep out.

"do you have a med kit?" you ask frantically as you get to your feet, blaster long forgotten.

"said I'd be fine," he responds, sitting up against the wall. he pulls his hand away from the wound to see the blood smeared on his fingers.

"just tell me!" you yell at him. you shouldn't be yelling at him, not after he everything he's done for you.

but you feel terrible. that was your fault, all because you got distracted by his voice? fuck, you should've been the one to get shot, not him.

he rattles off a few directions for where the med kit is, and you run to find it, frantic. this is all your fault, you shouldn't have bothered him with this, fuck.

what's worse is walking back to him, med kit in hand, your mind distracted about the way he whispered in your ear just before it happened.

told you you could do it, he’d said to you, sounding so…

you return quickly, kneeling next to him and pulling a small bacta patch out of the kit. "this is all you have?" you ask him without thinking.

"not all of us are as rich as you, princess," he retorts, wincing slightly.

you elect to ignore his response. you know you lived a sheltered life, but…

you should know better.

you begin to inspect the wound on the back of his shoulder, surprised that he's even letting you. "I can't see it like this. you'll have to take your shirt off," you tell him softly.

another bad idea.

he huffs and begins to use his uninjured arm to untuck the fabric from his belt and begins to pull it over his head. you see him wince again, so you take the liberty to help him and push the fabric for him.

"I can do it," he murmurs, but he doesn't argue again when you don't listen to him. you finish pulling it off, revealing the tanned skin of his back, his arms, so effortlessly toned...

the wound where the bolt grazed his skin.

you wipe the blood away with an antiseptic, which causes him to hiss in pain. you proceed to reach for the bacta patch once more and gently press it onto his skin.

you hold your hand against it for far longer than you should.

"I'm sorry," you tell him, hand still resting over the wound. "it's my fault this happened, I shouldn't have..."

"don't worry about it," he grunts back. the warmth of your hand soaks through the patch and onto his skin, and he hates to admit how soothing your touch is.

you sit there for a few more minutes in quiet silence, hand still on his back.

eventually, your eyes begin to dart around the hall, noticing where the bolt hit a few spots on the wall before eventually stopping where it hit the floor.

"kriff," you mutter, and you realize just how badly you've screwed up. "I'm so sorry, I'll pay you to fix this, I swear," you begin to ramble.

he has no clue what's come over him when he tells you, "it's fine, princess. don't worry about it."

"but it's my fault this happened-"

"it's okay," he says, turning to face you over his shoulder. "don't worry about it."

you still can't place why you feel so warm and fuzzy when you’re this close to him.

you turn away, prying your hand from its spot on his back and scrambling to pick up spilled contents of the med kit. you don't want to think about what's happening to you.

he watches you carefully as you speed down the hall to return it to its place, and he can't find it within himself to be upset with you.

~~~

"so, I know when you tried to show me how to use the blaster, I kind of failed epically," you begin.

"where are you going with this?" he questions, turning to face you as you stand next to where he's seated in the pilot's chair.

"can you show me how to fly the ship? maybe don't, like, let me do anything. but just... show me a few things?" you ask hopefully.

he should say no to you. accidentally firing a weapon in an enclosed space is its own royal screw-up, but letting you pilot an entire ship?

a recipe for disaster.

you're entirely shocked when he stands from the pilot's seat and indicates to you to sit. this ship is his baby, what is he doing letting you sit here?

he begins to point to different buttons, explaining what they do, and when you're supposed to used them.

"I think you know what this one's for," he smirks, pointing to the lever-looking thing.

"activates the hyperdrive," you say. "even though it's not working." you try to hide your smile, the little giggle that escapes your lips when you bring it up.

the look on your face when you smile, when you laugh...

he can't help but smile back at you, and he feels like he's underwater.

"very funny," he taunts back. "but yes. good job."

he rattles off a few more explanations for different buttons before questioning, "now. what's this one do?"

"what?" you ask, taken off-guard.

"come on, you wanted to learn. now tell me. we're going until you get this right."

you can't help the giddy feeling building up inside you.

~~~

you watch and listen carefully as he explains what he's doing as he lands the ship in a port on Brentaal.

"stay behind me. and do not let anyone see that blaster of yours," he instructs as you deboard.

"I do know how to use it now," you tease at him, gently poking at his shoulder where the wound is covered by his coat.

"yeah, very funny," he responds. "you let me do the shooting, got it?"

"yes. yeah. got it."

you follow him off the ship and into the port, taking in the view as you go. you do as he says, sticking close by him as you walk through the streets in search of the part he needs to fix the hyperdrive. you watch as he walks past vendor after vendor, skimming through their offerings.

"now, listen to what I'm about to say, princess," he says fairly quietly, continuing to act normal, not turning his attention to you. "and trust me on this one."

"um, okay," you whisper back, confused.

he continues to keep quiet as he tells you, "while we're here, don't pull out that comms device you've got. understand?"

your face contorts in confusion, and you're ready to argue until you see the serious expression on his face. he scans the area around you before looking back to you.

"trust me."

he practically stares you down with those hazel eyes of his, as though looking into your soul, like he can read your thoughts...

you hope he can't. not when you don't even understand them.

"I trust you," you iterate with a nod of your head.

suddenly, something flashes in his eyes, but he averts his gaze away from you before you can catch it. he does yet another scan of the area behind you.

"come on. we're not going to find what I need here. let's go get something to eat."

you ignore the jolt that runs up your spine when he grabs your hand and begins to walk down the gravel pathway.

~~~

you find yourself in some small cantina further into the city, and you're glad to see him finally eating something.

"we'll have to find somewhere to spend the night," he mutters, mouth half-full of food. you roll your eyes and resist the urge to tell him not to speak with his mouth full.

instead, you begin to ponder it.

you were raised with an insane amount of rules, manners, everything you had to follow... and you didn't have to listen to word of it anymore. who would even be watching? who would reprimand you for speaking with food in your mouth, for putting your elbows on the table, for making a mess all over your face?

absolutely no one.

the freedom almost scared you.

you barely acknowledge him speaking to you, too caught up in your own thoughts. your naivity, your impulsivity...

had you made the right choice?

right now, you felt safe. you weren't on your own, and you'd grown to trust this man with your life. you could trust he'd keep you safe.

once you make it to Alderaan, you're on your own. no more protection, no more help, no more Han.

"what's going on, princess?" he repeats, as though you didn't hear him the first few times he spoke up.

you finally look up from your bowl. "sorry. just distracted, I guess."

he knows better than to do this, he should keep to himself, goddamnit, but-

"with what?"

you pause, taking a beat to consider your next words. "what I'll do when I'm on my own," you admit, avoiding eye contact with him.

he pauses eating, but doesn't respond.

he hadn't thought that far ahead.

~~~

the second you step into the room at the nearby inn, you pause.

he walks around you and flops himself down in the middle of the bed, the only bed, locking his fingers together and bringing his hands up behind his head. he turns to you and smirks, "I don't bite, princess."

you stand there for a few moments, but eventually shut the door behind you and make your way to the refresher.

finally, a real refresher.

you're grateful for the water, even though it's only lukewarm. it's been days since you've gotten to wash your hair, and the gross feeling has started to settle in your bones.

you pull on the only other clothes you brought with you, a long nightshirt and shorts. you make your way back out to see him looking out the window, at which point he hears you enter so he turns back to you. you're pretty sure he stutters, as though he's about to say something. he doesn't, instead walking past you and into the refresher.

you look around the small room, the bed smaller than what you're used to at home.

you suppose it's better than the chair you've been electing to sleep in the past few days.

you curl yourself in a ball on the side of the bed close to the refresher and reach into your satchel to pull out the comms device. the stress of what next? is still weighing heavily on your mind, and the distraction of the static will put you at ease.

except, something is different this time.

the moment you turn the volume on to listen in, it's nothing but chaos.

it's loud, yelling, a million people talking at once. all while the static continues to get louder and louder, eventually drowning out the pained screams of those on the frequency.

and then,

nothing.

you stare down at the machine in your hands, try to adjust the frequency, the volume, and still, nothing.

you restart it, even hit it with the palm of your hand a few times.

nothing.

you really don't want to freak out, especially after he deliberately told you not to use it here, but you're not in public, so what's the harm?

when he comes back out and sees it in your hands, he runs over and grabs it from you, switching it off. "I thought I told you to keep this put away," he says.

"yeah, but-"

"I told you to trust me," he says more forcefully, angrily, so you look up to meet his eyes.

"I do trust you," you hiss back.

the silence that follows is deafening. you trust next to no one in this life, and you're sure he could say the same. the words hang heavy in the air as you hold eye contact with him, a million thoughts in your head.

your force yourself to speak up again. "I felt... anxious. the noise helps," you tell him, indicating to the comms device. "but something was wrong. it sounded like utter chaos, and then the line went dead."

he just shrugs his shoulders and sets the device down on the night table. "it's probably nothing. like you said, the signal probably went dead."

you stare at the small machine, a pit still in your stomach as you think about it.

"it'll be fine, princess," he assures you, plopping down on the bed next to you.

it's only then, when you turn to face him, that you realize he's wearing nothing but his boxers. you immediately turn away, face reddening and eyes widening, and you duck under the sheets.

you'd always been told to never be alone with a man who was not your father or your husband. you were to maintain your purity, whether you understood what that meant or not.

right now, you were pretty sure this was the opposite of maintaining your innocence. you clutched the sheets tight and laid on your side, staring in the opposite direction.

"goodnight," you whisper.

"what, you bored of me already?" he teases.

when you don't respond, he gets the hint. you're not in the mood for jokes, and you probably even think he's upset with you over the comms device.

it was probably nothing, but he didn't want to draw attention, knowing that you probably had some sort of rebel ties given your desire to reach Alderaan. sending out any signals could jeopardize your safety, and he wouldn't have that.

the comms going dead was unexpected, though, even to him.

"night," he tells you gruffly before shutting off the lights.

~~~

the next morning, you are not expecting the overwhelming feeling of heat all over your skin. do I have a fever? you ask yourself, before your mind begins to catch up with your body.

in your sleep, you'd ended up rolling onto your other side, practically curling yourself around him.

you flinch back, feeling every sense of your decency fly out the window as you hear your mother scolding you in the back of your head.

he's not your husband.

you've ruined everything.

you're a disgrace to this family.

you force yourself out of the bed and into the refresher.

you almost don't recognize yourself in the mirror.

once a senator's daughter, and now, what? a helpless runaway, relying on a man she's only just met to protect her? once a symbol of your family's integrity, but now?

you don't know what to make of the girl looking back at you in the reflection.

something about Han draws you in, and the fact that you'll be parting ways sooner than later upsets you to your very core.

but you're a young woman, unmarried, and all of this is wrong. you're supposed to be strong and independent, on your own. you're not supposed to rely on anyone the way you've been doing your whole life, leaving you as helpless as you are now.

it all feels so impossible.

the pit in your stomach from the sound of the comms going dead hasn't gone away.

and the heat between your legs from waking up next to him hasn't, either.

~~~

you end up sitting quietly in the chair near the window, curled up in a ball, looking outside through the sliver between the curtain and the glass.

you hear him begin to stir, and you avoid turning to face him, intently staring down at the people roaming the streets below.

"morning," he says, his voice rough from sleep. out of your peripheral vision, you see him sitting up in bed, the sheet falling away from him, revealing his bare chest.

you try not to acknowledge your face warming, and you force yourself to turn to him.

"how is your shoulder feeling?" you ask him quietly.

"it's fine, don't worry about it," he says, standing from the bed and walking into the refresher. you steal a glance at the patch on his shoulder, which clearly needs changed, before he shuts the door.

you call out to him, "is there a med kit in there?"

"I'm fine, princess!" he calls back.

yeah, bullshit.

you stand and walk over to the refresher door, beginning to bang on it. "Han, I need to clean your wound so it won't get infected. just look for a med kit," you urge him.

when he says nothing, you knock on the door a few more times. "come on!"

the next time you bang on the door, it opens, and you about trip over. he reaches for you, catching you before you fall flat on your face.

"couldn't have waited five minutes?" he asks you, his hands still on your arms.

"I need to check your shoulder," you reiterate.

he chuckles a little, stepping closer to you. he's still half-naked, and you're not much better, really.

"sure, princess," he smirks.

you think you might melt at the sight of it. no, this is bad.

he opens the door further and pulls a med kit from under the sink. "probably a shit ton of dust in here, but let's see."

you search through it quickly. no bacta, but there's enough for you to at least clean and dress it.

you're quiet as you tend to his injury, once again brought back to the fact that it's entirely your fault that he's wounded.

"we'll get the part I need, fix the hyperdrive, and you'll be on Alderaan in no time, princess," he tells you. you don't catch the disappointed tone in his voice when he says, "by tomorrow night, probably."

"right," you reply quietly.

you finish patching up his back and pull back. "let's go get some caf."

~~~

for as clouded as your mind feels, you actually really enjoy getting to walk the streets of a new planet. it almost reminds you of Coruscant, which scares you at first. but you're not on Coruscant.

you're free of that life now.

that is, assuming nobody comes looking for you.

you follow behind him as you sip your hot caf, taking in the sights, enjoying the hustle and bustle of people. it's so foreign to you to be so surrounded. you love it.

~~~

what Han should be doing is fixing the hyperdrive right now. he's already located where he can buy the part he needs, and you'd be up in the air and on your way within the hour.

what he's actually doing is taking you to the capital, watching the excited look on your face at you sip the beverage he insisted on paying for, the way you appear to be relaxed, at peace.

so who cares if he wastes the day away just to see you happy for a few more hours?

he observes you as you stop to talk to each and every vendor at the small market you'd stumbled upon, the way you sounded so interested in learning about how they crafted the products they were selling, so invested in hearing their life stories.

he really shouldn't be letting himself get so attached.

that afternoon, as you sit on a small patio at a local eatery, you speak up. "where will you go after this?" you ask him.

"I go wherever the job takes me," he shrugs non-commitally.

"and what exactly is, 'the job'?" you question, laughing as you speak.

he loves to see you smile, he thinks.

"'the job' is whatever I can find," he smirks back at you.

a pause.

"your shoulder okay?" you ask. you still feel awfully guilty.

"I'm fine, princess, don't worry about me."

"of course I'm going to worry about you, Han," you say without thinking.

he's sure his heart skips a couple beats.

~~~

he manages to make up a few more excuses to extend the day, but once evening comes, he knows it's time.

once he's purchased the part, which looks awfully miniscule and obsolete to you, you begin to make your way back to the ship.

he carefully leads you through the crowd, far more busy than this afternoon for some reason, with his hand on the small of your back. the unexplainable fire in your body burns brighter when he touches you, and you're enthralled by the fact that you don't want him to let go of you.

you're ripped from your thoughts by the sounds of shouting from somewhere in the crowd.

after what feels like no time at all, it begins to get awfully hectic with people yelling left and right, the noise growing louder and louder. he pulls you in tighter, assessing the crowd as you both try to determine what's going on.

and then you hear it:

"Alderaan's been destroyed!"

you shake your head in disbelief. yeah, right, you think, that's not possible.

but then you begin to hear bits and pieces of the conversations around you.

"the empire-"

"some powerful new weapon-"

"billions dead-"

no.

you don't believe it.

except-

the panicking you heard through your comms last night. the chaos, the screaming, and then... the sudden nothingness.

had you been listening in at the very time that such a tragedy occurred?

your head becomes cloudier, the noise overwhelming you. your thoughts all run together, each one indistinguishable from the one before it.

this can't be happening.

those poor people.

I'm screwed.

I'm going to be alone again.

you finally perk up at the sound of your name being yelled from behind you. you turn to face Han, your eyes cloudy, thoughts running amuck.

"we need to get out of here," he tells you, grabbing your hand tightly in his and beginning to pull you through the crowd.

you're not even thinking about what he's saying. you just let him drag you.

why did I ever think I could do this?

~~~

you're not really there when you get wind up back at the same inn as the night before.

you're not entirely there when Han throws some more money at the innkeeper to get a room for another night.

you're barely even there when he guides you down the path and into the same room as the night before.

and then he's saying your name once again, catching your attention just enough to drag you back to reality.

"are you okay?" he asks you, scanning you up and down.

"what- what am I supposed to do now?" you whisper to him. your voice is cracking left and right, and you feel your eyes well up with tears. "I have nowhere to go except back to Coruscant. and- and I dragged you all this way, and you've done so much for me-"

"relax, princess, it's okay-"

"-and I've been so fucking stupid, and naive, just like you said-"

"-you're not stupid, princess, goddamnit-"

"-and I can't go home," you sob, tears finally streaming down your face. "I have nowhere to go but home, and if I go home, I can kiss my life goodbye. I'll be on house arrest until I die, and I'll be nothing but a pawn in their game for the rest of my life, and I'll be married off to some politician's son who thinks he owns me!"

you feel like your whole world is caving in on you. you felt lost before, more than you'd ever felt in your life, but at least you had some semblance of direction. even if it was nothing more than a pipe dream, you had a goal.

it's gone now. that's over. and you're alone again.

"you're not alone!" he yells, and you weren't even aware that you were rambling out loud. "you think I'm just going to leave you to deal with this on your own?"

you feel like you've been splashed with a bucket of ice water. you're more confused than ever, but your mind is finally focused.

"what?" you whisper back.

he sighs and brings his hands to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"I'm not going to just strand you here, or dump you on Coruscant to go back to your shitty life," he urges. "you're not alone, goddamnit."

you blink your eyes a few times, trying to clear your blurred vision and really, truly look at him.

"you're not?" you whisper.

"heavens, no. is that what you really think of me?"

you shake your head with fervor. "no, of course not. I just thought... that this was a job for you. I practically forced you into agreeing to take me."

"yeah, well... I dunno. somewhere along the way, I changed my mind," he tells you.

"why?"

he takes a deep breath before he continues.

“look, princess, I don’t know how to love anybody,” he admits, so casually, as though the words he’s saying mean nothing. as though they’re not about to rip you to shreds, pull you apart in a million pieces. “but, gods, you…”

what?

"you make me feel like I could."

what the kriff is he saying to you right now?

"and I don't want to just let that go so easily. especially when I think you feel it, too. no, I know you feel it too," he asserts, his voice portraying far more confidence than he feels.

he watches you for a minute as your thoughts focus on what he's saying to you. you don't know what's happening to you, you don't know what it means to love someone.

you do know that you care for this man more than you've ever cared about anyone. you'd rather die than leave his side. and the heat that rises in your face, in your stomach, every time you see him...

"I don't know either," you whisper back to him. "but, I know I feel... something."

you see the visible relief on his face instantly, the way he lets out a sharp exhale and a small smile forms on his face.

his hands are still on your cheeks, wiping the last few tears that manage to escape your eyes. and then he's leaning his forehead to yours.

"I'm not going to leave you alone, princess, okay?" he whispers. "we'll figure this out together."

you nod against him, looking at the way his eyes are shut, so close to your face.

you've never felt this way before, this... wanted.

you're still hesitant, still unsure of yourself when it comes to something like this. you don't know how any of this works.

"are you... are you going to kiss me now?" you whisper.

"you want me to?" he smiles.

"yeah," you whisper back.

then his lips are on yours, and you finally don't feel alone.

~~~

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siasthoughts · 1 year ago

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can i request for mortefi x f!reader relationship fluff hcs?

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CONCEPT; HEADCANONS . HOW IS MORTEFI LIKE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU?

TOPICS/WARNINGS; NONE

sorry if this is kinda bad 🥲 this my first time doing headcanons

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who dedicates himself to work, and he usually dismisses your texts or attempts to talk with him during work hours. but know that as soon as he gets home, or off-duty, you're all his, and he's all yours.

he's greeted by you as he walks in the door, giving you a small forehead kiss. "oh how lucky i am to be greeted by an angel, what are we having for tonight?" he asks, setting down his things onto the couch as he savors the view of you.

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who would usually come home exhausted, but if you ever needed to rest instead, he'd be happy to cook, clean, and so on.

he'd come home to see you plopped down on the couch, tired as you were barely awake, laying on your sides. he'd lean over to you, giving you a light peck on the cheek before heading to the kitchen to cook you both dinner.

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who would not be scared to give you logical advice, even if it would sting a bit.

you found comfort in his arms as you ranted about some problem you encountered with an ex-friend. "well, sweetheart, i think you should just confront them and admit your mistakes."

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who would spoil you with compliments, and acts of service. though if you wanted, he would spoil you materially too.

you'd be struggling to tie the back of your dress as you were getting ready to go out with him, before feeling a warm hand on your lower back, "you need help with this, my beautiful lady? or do you need a new dress for this stunning body?"

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who would try his best to comfort and help you when you're in stress.

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who would try to act okay even if he's exhausted to not get you to worry (you'd end up knowing anyway.)

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who has a soft spot for you.

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who is willing to shift his (very sacred) routine for you.

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presleyhearted · 7 months ago

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Plot Twist! | a One Shot

pairing: 70s!elvis x female reader

genre: humor, angst, fluff.

summary: After ranting to your best friend about the most cruel break up of your life, you fall asleep. You awaken in the presence of 1970s Elvis Presley himself. You vent out to him about your messed up love life, because well, this must be a dream anyways. He can't actually be real, right? Right?!

word count: 5.3k

author's note: Hello darlings! It's been a while. This year has been one of the hardest years of my life, and so it was hard to come back to writing. But this concept has been in my head for a while. I thought it might be an interesting, sorta lighthearted fun concept. I hope you enjoy it! please comment. all feedback is appreciated. I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors, I wrote this out quite fast <3

warnings: cussing, a cruel breakup, tears.

“I’m like the main fucking character to a romcom, except there is no good guy!” You laughed humorlessly, taking a spoonful from the tub of strawberry ice cream in your hand.

Your best friend looks at you with sympathy. You should apologize for bursting through her apartment a mere twenty minutes ago. But your best friend being who she is, knowing you since you guys were practically in diapers, knows that there has to be something major going on. There has to be a reason. And she was right, it only took her simply asking you ‘What happened?’ that made you burst into a puddle of tears and your knees give out on her carpeted living room floor.

Your boyfriend of two years broke up with you - over text. And not only that, he also took back the necklace that he got you as an anniversary gift. It should’ve been a blissful Saturday morning. But waking up in your bed and finding the spot empty next to you, to then receiving a text from him. Starting the cliche line of ‘it’s me, not you.’ and ending it with ‘It was a bet. I’m sorry.’ To then a follow-up text of how he took off the necklace around your neck, with no sense of remorse whatsoever.

The realization of it all didn’t hit you all at once. First, it was a wave of shock. Eventually, that shock was like the key to unlocking a myriad of emotions that felt like life had slapped you right in the face. It is crazy how much a heartbroken heart can render you physically drained. You didn’t even know how you managed to drive to your best friend’s house. You were moving, but you didn’t feel anything of what was happening was real.

And so here you are, tears practically painting your face as your best friend consoles you for what you think must be the hundredth time.

“That asshole! I’m gonna throw hands, I swear Y/N.” Your best friend said, face in a fit of anger once you spilled the entire story to her.

“I am such an idiot!” You sobbed, grabbing a tissue from the box beside you. You could barely taste the flavor of the ice cream anymore. It feels as though all the energy has been drained out of you.

You were in no condition to drive home, so your best friend set up the guest bedroom which you were so grateful for. Even speaking seemed like such a task. You set your phone down on the nightstand, as you lied down on the bed with the covers over your body. Unfortunately, you feel that your mind won’t stay quiet. Sighing in frustration, you grabbed your phone off the nightstand and shuffled your ‘calming music’ playlist.

It appears to be proven effective, as the voice of Elvis Presley lulls you into the land of dreams.

“E, I don’t-”

“I got this, Jerry. Go.”

Voices lead you to stir awake and when you do, you are wide awake.

Because who wouldn’t when the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll himself is staring at you?

You let out a giggle, “Okay, hi, Elvis.”

This dream is a product of your exhausted and heartbroken brain. Really, you had nothing to complain about. It is a blissful dream to escape from the nightmare of your reality.

Elvis is amused. Well, he was also confused. But amusement seemed to triumph over his emotions. He just finished his second show of the night, and usually, he would invite some people back to his suite to hang around for a while. But tonight, he didn’t have the energy to do so. Walking back to his suite with Red and Jerry beside him, they didn’t expect to find a woman right in front of his hotel room door. Eyes closed. Your chest was rising and falling. Alive. So they concluded that you were in a deep sleep. Now, Elvis has come across all sorts of encounters with fans, he is not immune to being surprised every now and again. But this was definitely not a familiar situation for him. He saw your face - your cheeks appeared to be stained with tears. Elvis’ heart ached at the sight. You were beautiful and just. . . sad. There was no other way to word it.

Elvis was not the most reasonable person in the world. But he doesn’t why, or how, but he has this gut instinct that you were perfectly harmless. That you needed saving. He can’t just shake you awake and tell you to run off. He’s not that kind of guy.

Red and Jerry approached and were about to ask him if they should be calling security. But Elvis shook his head and told them to stay quiet about this and to not tell anyone a word. Red and Jerry shared a look and warned Elvis that he did not know you. That you might be ‘a crazy fan.’ They were just doing their job after all. But Elvis was determined and carried you into his suite. Red walks off and Jerry, being brave enough, tries to reason with him again - but Elvis does not sway his choice. With a sigh, Jerry walked off and closed the door.

Elvis placed you gently on his bed and whilst in the midst of taking off your shoes, he felt your body move. You were waking up. He just hoped that he would have a chance to defend himself, hoped that he doesn’t scare you. Fan or not, he knows that any logical person would be terrified waking up on the bed of a man that they don’t personally know. But he wouldn’t hurt you. Once he makes sure that you are okay, and in good condition, he has no objection to you going on your way.

Which leads you to this moment. With him staring down at you, his eyes meeting yours for the very first time. His head tilts to the side once he hears you giggle and hear your voice, his lips pulling into an amused smile. Oh, so you are a fan.

But then he doesn’t fail to notice the puffiness of your eyes, the cruel gift of a woman who has cried her heart out. Elvis’ eyebrows furrow in concern and he tuck a loose strand of hair behind your head, softly asking, “What’s your name, honey?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N, do you remember what happened?”

“Unfortunately. I mean, my heart still feels it. Or whatever is left of it, I guess. I must be terribly heartbroken to have you show up in my dreams like this. It’s like someone took a knife and pierced it right through my heart and twisted it. It was probably my own fault, really. I was the one who fell first. Scratch that, I was the only one who fell. Since, you know, the whole thing was a bet.” You tried to laugh as if it was the funniest joke in the room. But it ended up sounding more like something between a pained cry and a forceful attempt to be comedic about a devastating situation.

Elvis was confused. It was obvious that you were incredibly unhappy about something, but your sentences were going by like a bolt of lightning. He couldn’t keep up.

You sat up and looked at your surroundings, “Is this your room? Like your hotel room?” You asked all of a sudden.

Elvis was a little thrown aback by your question, as he was still in the process of trying to make sense of what you were saying. He nodded, “Yeah, how-“

You flung the covers off your body and walked slowly, taking in your surroundings. He went from kneeling beside the bed to standing up and observing you. He was prepared to catch you, having a feeling that your knees might give out all of a sudden. You were in a fragile state and he couldn’t help but feel an immense protectiveness over you.

“Hmm. So this is what my brain with broken heart conjure up as Elvis Presley’s hotel room.” You find yourself rushing over to the floor-to-ceiling wide window, “Gosh, even Las Vegas looks so detailed. I must be some kinda designer when my life is falling apart. Huh.”

“You an architect, honey?” Elvis scratched the back of his neck, still insanely confused as the minutes go by.

You giggled, “No. But my mind seems to be.” You winked at him.

He chuckled at your quick switch in the mood.

You then wander away from the window and practically run over to him, his eyes widen, thinking that you are going to jump onto him. You merely giggled at his reaction. Once you stood right in front of him, inches away from his face, you tilted your head and said, “You are so tall. Sit.” Before he could have a chance to utter any response, you placed your hands on his shoulders pushing him to sit down on the bed.

“Okay, honey, calm down.” He chuckled at your forwardness, putting his hands up in defense.

“Oh my gosh, you even sound exactly like him!” You exclaimed happily, clapping your hands.

“Like who?”

“Like Elvis, you silly goose!” You rolled your eyes playfully, “My mind is not much sometimes. But sometimes, it does its thing. And this is one of those.”

Elvis let out a loud laugh, unable to resist it. His head was thrown back, a kinda laugh that echoed off the walls.

“Darlin’, you just made my night.”

“Hmm, what shall I call you then? Whilst this therapeutic dream lasts. Oh! Maybe. . . dream Elvis? Mind Elvis? I mean, I know time is not really a thing in dreams. So, I don’t really know how long it lasts. But, I mean, I guess my subconscious mind knows me too much - the only way to heal from being heartbroken is by designing Elvis, who is literally the love of my life - in such good detail. I ain’t complaining, but I am just in awe. Oh, I do love my mind sometimes.” You sighed dreamily, cupping his cheeks in your hands.

Then it clicked. It clicked in Elvis’ mind. You thought that you were dreaming. That this is a dream. You were heartbroken over someone, and thus, thought that you were dreaming this all up. It explained a whole lot. Your switch in emotions, your mood switches. All a product of broken heart. Heck, he couldn’t even find any reasonable excuse for why someone would break your heart. It was incomprehensible to him. You are beautiful and had such a unique character, something captivating. Who would dare shatter such a precious being? Elvis thought.

“Gosh, you are insanely good-looking.” You said, hands still cupping his cheeks. Elvis didn’t make the move to remove your hands from him. Instead, he rather found your touch comforting in a way. There was that gentleness in it.

“I mean, the resemblance is uncanny.” You removed your hands from his face, an action that let him sigh in dismay.

Elvis couldn’t take it anymore. No matter how cute you were being. He had to correct you. He was prepared for the realization that would ensue - the chaos of it all.

“This is no dream, honey.” Elvis shook his head, smiling kindly at you. Trying to gauge your reaction to the words he just let out.

You simply giggled. “Yeah, right.”

You didn’t believe him. Heck, you really thought you were in the land of dreams.

“You don’t believe me, sweetheart?” He bit his bottom lip, curiously looking at you.

“I know you are trying to trick me, mind of mine. But I am not that heartbroken. Not too heartbroken to believe that you brought Elvis back. So, no, you can’t be real. Elvis is gone. You are a product of my imagination. “ You sighed, with a sad smile on your lips as tears started to pool in your eyes again.

Elvis freezes at your words. Sure, he has met so many fans over the years since his fame catapulted in the world. Met some pretty interesting characters and heard all sorts of crazy stories. But this? With that expression on your face and that sheer pain in your voice, once you said those words - believing that he was gone off the face of the earth? No, Elvis has not encountered this. Not ever.

“Nothin’ like that, darlin.’ I’m right ‘ere with ya, ain’t I?” His thumb strokes away a tear that rolled down your cheeks, as his hands find yours. His thumb gently caresses the back of your hand.

You nodded, “Can I- , can I hug you?” A blush crept into your cheeks, a shy side to you showing itself.

“Of course, c’mere.” He opens his arms wide, which you gladly accept and practically sink into his arms. It was comforting and strong.

Your heard was buried in the crook of his neck, and you noticed sweat glistening on his neck and hair.

You hummed, “So soft. Almost like the real one.”

You still believed he was your imagination. Elvis sighed. He knows that the hug was supposed to be a comfort for you since you requested it. But he felt he needed it as much you did, if not more. He felt your hands comb through his hair, still sticking to his skin from the performance he just finished.

“Even the sweat. You must’ve just finished a show, hm?” You asked, finding yourself playing along with this dreamland. This dream scenario that your brain put together, a temporary break from your reality. Might as well play into it.

Elvis found himself growing hot in embarrassment, “I-uh, yeah, s-sorry, honey. I didn’t get a chance to change when I found ya.”

You put your head up to look him in the eye, “I don’t care. It’s sexy.”

Elvis raised his eyebrow in disbelief at your comment and looked away with a blush creeping up his cheeks. You were proving to be the most fascinating person he has ever met as minute by minute goes by.

“Oh, uh, actually honey - lemme change.”

You nodded, untangling yourself from him and getting up from his lap. Yep, you didn’t realize you were on his lap when you pulled yourself in for a hug.

“Okay.”

“Don’t go anywhere.” He said, before disappearing into the bathroom of the suite. You found yourself wandering around the room again, inspecting the entire setup. The telephone is hooked onto the wall. The TV screen. Some books piled in the corner. To name a few things.

Elvis quickly returns and is now changed into a simple pair of blue silk pajamas. It suits him, you think. Seeing him look so relaxed and comfortable. And just like that, Elvis lies back down on the bed and proceeds to ask what you were heartbroken about. You giggled at the scenario. Other people have diaries they rant to or speak to themselves while they drive. But you? You have Elvis Presley - well, your imagination’s Elvis - lying down gazing at you like you are the most important person in the world. And the thing is, he really did listen. Responding every now and again and nodding his head or shaking his head. Even the switch in his facial expressions - from disbelief to pure anger as the story of your relationship with Carl unraveled. He listened to, you so intently, as if you held the secrets of the universe. You were pacing back and forth as you told the story. He saw you walk through the thousand emotions - pain, regret. Frustration, and last but not least - anger. All throughout this, yes Elvis listened to you and offered his comments, but he couldn’t help but find himself completely enamored by you. Your hair was down and it flip back and forth as you paced, your eyes so striking and expressive. Impossible not to be entranced. You were beautiful and even from your state of emotional hurt, the way you articulated your words - sure, it was frantic, but it was intelligence-coated. He loved hearing you talk.

Eventually, Elvis asked if you were hungry. In the blink of an eye, there was knock on the door and two soda cans and two hamburgers were delivered. You sat across from him on the bed, letting out a moan as you took a bite out of the burger. A sound that Elvis found himself wanting to replay.

“Heartbreak is so fuckin’ exhausting, thanks for the food.” You said after you both finished eating and were sat next to one another with your backs against the headboard.

“Say, never heard a woman cuss as much as ya!”

You grinned at his reaction and shrugged, unbothered.

“Hey! This is my dream, so just go with it, Presley.” You pouted at him.

Elvis cannot help but find the action adorable, and shake his head at your belief that this is still all a dream.

“I’m gonna need you to repeat somethin’, honey,” Elvis said eyebrows furrowed.

“Hmm?”

“Are you in college?” He asked.

“No, why do you ask?”

He seemed even more confused at your response, “ Just ‘cus you said this guy called it quits over textbook? I can’t make no sense of it, sweetheart.”

You cannot help but burst out into laughter at his question. My god, your imagination of Elvis, is proving to be insanely detailed. Like even with questions like this, as if you were actually in the 1970s. The years when texting was not a thing. Of course, he would be confused. But unbeknownst to you, this was not a dream and you were in fact actually in the 1970s and it was in fact THE actual Elvis Presley asking you this very question.

“Well, in 2024, you know - the future - there is a thing called a text message. Hold on! My phone must be here somewhere, I can better explain it to you that way.” You shot up from your sitting position, and look around the room. With luck, you find your phone on the carpeted floor underneath the bed.

“Aha! Found it.”

You hold it up and return to your position beside Elvis, with your back against the headboard.

“The hell is that small brick doin’ under my bed?” His blue eyes were wide, looking at you like you’ve gone mad.

You chuckled, “Elvis, no. it’s my phone.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and pointed at the telephone hooked onto his wall just next to the TV, “Nah, honey, that over there is a phone.”

You shook his head, “Look, I’ll show you. “ You tap it and the lock screen lights up, with the photo of Elvis from the ‘68 Comeback Special as your lock screen. You type in your passcode and unlock your phone. You spend the next ten minutes going through the various apps on your phone, and then lastly, your text messages - actually in disbelief yourself on how your dream is so clear. Then you showed him your contact list and the fact that you can call without the phone being connected to a cord.

Elvis was in pure amazement and disbelief. Like a child opening their Christmas gift. You really are different because heck, you are from the future! There is no way.

He had your phone in his hand as he read through the break-up text sent by your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend.

“That damn son of a bitch,” Elvis muttered under his breath, which you caught on very clearly.

Elvis kept his control, he was so close to throwing your phone at the wall after reading that cruel text message from your ex. He couldn’t believe that someone could say such cruel words, how could he say this to you? So sweet, kind, and beautiful? It made no sense to him, and if he was right in front of Elvis now, he wouldn’t have any chance, for Elvis really would’ve punched him square in the face. No excuses.

You shrugged, seemingly numb to it all now, you ran through all the emotions so many times now. Now, nothing is left. Exhaustion yes and a sense of relief.

You take the phone away from him and shuffle your playlist on Apple Music before playing the phone on the nightstand. Elvis is not surprised when it’s his voice that floats through your phone, for you showed him Apple Music and explained it to him.

“He’s all in the past now, “ You sighed, “It’s my fault. I was such an idiot.” You were lying down on the bed now. Eyes closed as your hand was covering your eyes.

“Honey, no, none of that. “ He wraps his hand around your arm, to stop you from hiding.

“He did you wrong. Not you. “ Elvis said softly, you opened your eyes to look at him. You found him now lying down as well, his body facing yours. You turned to face him.

Before you could register your actions, you lifted your hands up and felt your fingers traced over his facial features. First his eyebrows, nose, cheeks, and lips. Elvis found himself sighing and closing his eyes to your touch.

“You were too precious for the world, Elvis. I hate how it all happened to you the way it did, you deserved better. So much better.” You said, voice quieter now, and there was that look in your eyes again - sadness for him.

You spoke in the past tense, that was something that Elvis caught on very quickly.

He chuckled, trying to break out of being serious, “I’m still here, honey.”

You nodded, “Sure.”

Your response unsettled him. He shook his head and decided to change the topic of conversation, “How’d you become a fan of mine? 2024 sounds far from here. . . people remember me? ” He asked.

You smiled and Elvis felt like giving you anything and everything right there. Anything you want. A simple smile and he was a goner.

“Of course, you are remembered. People still love you and celebrate you. How did I become your fan? Well, I listened to your music since I was a kid and it was a comfort for me. Still is. I found you so true, sincere, and unlike anyone else. You are quite easy to love, Elvis.” You said, voice so soft. Elvis felt a blush creep up his cheeks at your statement.

“Y-You beli- believe that, darlin’?” He stuttered, a glimpse of that shy boy inside of him pouring out.

“I do.”

You chuckled all of a sudden, “I actually believed that I would somehow marry you. Well, before I found out that no such thing was possible. You were gone way before my time. When I started learning more about you. Through the books and some documentaries, I think that was when I felt my heart shatter for the first time. You were my first heart break, Elvis.” You sighed deeply. A sad smile across your lips, and those tears pooling in your eyes again but you managed to blink back the tears.

Elvis felt his heart ache at the sight before him, he took your hands in his and gently caressed it.

“Why?”

You shook your head, “You didn’t deserve any of it. You had all these people around you, but I felt none of them really tried to pull you out of it all. Your heart is so pure and you just wanted to make people happy. But what about you? Who is looking out for you, asking you, and making sure that you are okay? And the Colonel being who he is. That sad excuse for a human being. It infuriated me. He used you. Treated you like an object. I thought, if I was alive in your time, of course, I would love to see you perform as much as the next fan does. But first and foremost, you are a human being before you are an entertainer. It’s okay to step out of it for a while and prioritize yourself first. You belong to no one but yourself. Only yourself. You had so much passion, so much potential, so much life left to live. You should’ve done what you wanted. Not what anyone else said. Should’ve made the movies you wanted. Toured the world like you did, but of course, the Colonel didn’t want you traveling abroad, because he wouldn’t step foot back into the US. I, just, I was so angry and sad once I found out about the entire thing. You are Elvis Presley, but, sometimes you can take the mask off, you know? Just be the you before the world defined who you should be.” You finished speaking, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden for speaking so much.

Your gaze met his and tears were running down his cheeks. He was biting his bottom lip, as he shook his head. The more words came out of your mouth, the more he couldn’t help but squeeze your hand tighter. There was passion and honesty in your voice, there was no denying it. He has encountered fans, but he never encountered someone who practically urged him to step away from his image if he wanted to. Who wanted him to do what he wanted, regardless of what anyone thought. Who wanted him to feel okay. Who cares about his well-being.

Who saw behind it all? Behind the image. You, who validated his emotions, and saw that being grateful and being tired can co-exist.

You saw the humanity in him.

The long silence made you believe that you said far too much, and so you began to profusely apologise, “I’m sorry. I sa-”

“Darlin’, please, can I kiss you?” He interrupts, and your eyes widen.

You nodded, words unable to be formed. His lips are so soft once they meet yours, and the kiss was not rushed or blazing with hunger. It was sweet and gentle and the tears that were rolling down his cheeks were melding into the kiss. He has never come across anyone like you before. He broke up apart from the kiss and before you could say anything, he buried his face in your neck - his body practically on top of you. You wrapped one arm around his and the other was gently brushing through his hair.

“No one. . . no one ever asked me. “ He said, his voice choked up in a sob, “Only cared about Elvis the entertainer. Not me. Never had someone care ‘bout me this much. I-” He broke into sobs, body shaking, “It gets lonesome.”

His arms wrapped themselves around your body, holding you tighter and tighter. The position and the warmth of his body and his emotional state - you sighed deeply and did not make any move to break away. This dream appears to be proving to be healing to you and this imaginary Elvis. So much so, that it almost doesn’t feel like a dream anymore.

You remove your hand from his hair and Elvis’ head turns to you, feeling the sudden lost of contact.

“Honey, whatchu doing?”

You pinch yourself. First your arm and then your waist. It’s the number one go-to so you can tell if you are dreaming or not.

“I’m still here,” You whispered in disbelief, your eyes searched for a clock in the room. That’s the next thing that people do. In dreams, the time on the clock does not exist. You will not be able to read the time, at least that’s what the internet says. You find a clock hanging right above the TV. It reads the time : 4:05AM. You read it perfectly.

Your heart speeds up crazily. Suddenly, it all adds up but you cannot bring yourself to believe how it can all be real. There is no way.

“But that’s impossible,” You mutter to yourself in shock.

Elvis hears you, “Somethin’ wrong, Y/N?”

“No, no. I-I was just. . . . this is real, isn’t it?” You sighed, “I’m not dreaming, am I?”

Elvis, even with eyes puffy from crying, found himself chuckling. He smirked, “Give me ya hand.”

He takes your hand in his, unbuttons the first button of his pajama top, and places your hand right on top of his chest. Where his heart is. You can feel his heartbeat through the palm of your hand and feel yourself breathing even more deeply now.

“Feel that?”

You nodded, “Oh, shit. Holy shit! I rambled so much on how much I love you and you are actually YOU! Oh, the universe must hate me. I made an absolute fool of myself in front of my crush. This is so so embarrassing. I-I’m so sorry, Mr Presley. Forgot me. I-I’ll go now, I’ll find a way to get home. This was NOT the plot twist that I saw happening at all.” You gently removed him from you to sit up, your heart hammering so fast.

Elvis did not like the lost of contact at all. Did not like you distancing yourself all of a sudden. You were adorably embarrassed, but the mention of you leaving was the red alert in his brain. No, he can’t allow you to leave him. No. He quickly grabbed hold of your hands, “Honey, breathe. Please, breathe. You ain’t goin’ nowhere.” He said softly, but voice firm.

“I- Mr Presley, you must understand. I don’t know how and why this happened. But please, you can go back to your life, before I came crashing it-”

“Thank God you crashed it, sweetheart.” His words made you freeze.

“I wasn’t meant to. I’m literally messing up the past, this is dangerous. I have to go.”

“Okay, I’ll go with ya.” Elvis said as if it was the most natural and simple thing in the world to do.

You shook your head, “You can’t, you belong in your time. Here.” You sighed.

“Then stay. Please, honey. “ He pleads.

“If i stay, I’ll be making more of a mess-”

“On who’s rules?”

“I-”

“You ain’t messing anythin’, sweetheart. You. . . you are doing me the opposite.” He said softly, bring your hand to his lips and planting a kiss.

“Mr Presley-”

“None of that, Y/N. You been callin’ me Elvis this whole time. “ He raised an eyebrow at you.

You groaned in frustration, “Before I found out that you were real! I openly said I wanted to marry you. This wins as the most embarrassing and most reckless moment of my entire life. I swear.”

Elvis smirked, “You are so cute, honey.”

“Elvis-”

“Stay with me. I need you, please.”

You look at him and his beautiful blue eyes staring at you in hope and apprehension at your response, “Stop doing that!”

His lopsided grin appears, “Doin’ what?”

“That look! Your eyes!”

Elvis sighed dramatically, “I’m not doin’ nothin’, honey.”

Practically puppy dog eyes.

You sighed. He isn’t taking no for an answer. You basically already broke like several rules of time travel. There is no going back now.

You think for a moment. There are a hundred reasons why this is a bad idea. You don’t need to be a scientist to know that going back in time and changing the course of events will change the future. It’s just logical. And Elvis? He was one, if not the most, central figure in American history. But, the fan in you, the one who would sometimes to be wishfully thinking that you could go back in time and save him. This is it. You didn’t think that the universe would actually play this move on you. So, with that in mind, you breathed and let out your response.

“Okay, I’ll stay with you.”

Elvis breaks out into a smile of relief.

This is THE plot twist of your life.

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