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Neither Joffrey nor any of his men shall set foot in our lands again. If he disregards this command, he shall suffer the same fate as my father, only I don’t need a servant to do my beheading for me.
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Request - Jake has a best friend but they seem more like that. The squad thinks she is perfect for him but past flings get in the way. One time the reader has enough and pulls away. Jake really misses her and the whole squad tells him one tiny thing, why she is perfect for him.
Thank you to the anonymous asker who sent me some ideas for Jake
Walking towards the exit and out into the parking lot, the automatic lights flicking off behind me as I lock the door. It’s been one of those days where your whole body is just drained. A Marine finally asked for help after ten years of pretending he didn’t need any. I should feel proud but that wasn’t the case…and then I saw my best friend.
Jake Seresin, leaning against my car like he owns the parking lot. Arms crossed with his stupidly perfect grin. The one he uses on women he forgets by sunrise. “Rough day?” he asks, pushing off the hood taking two steps towards me.
“Long…..hard….the usual I suppose.”
“You okay?”
I should’ve lied and said yes. But I knew I couldn’t keep this massive crush on him buried any longer, especially since he could get called for deployment at any moment and then I’d never have the chance to tell him.
Reaching into the pocket of my blue jeans I drew out a St. Michael medallion. My dad carried it on both deployments. My brother carried it too. Rubbing my thumb over it the edges worn smooth from years of being held during moments when fear was louder than faith. “This was my dad’s, my brothers. They carried it on deployment…. I want you to have it.”
His gaze lowered to his palm that I had pressed the object into before his eyes went bug eyed with fear. “W-why?”
“For protection. For coming home……and because I care about you.”
Jake stared at me for a moment before he suddenly started laughing like I had told him a hilarious joke. “Sweetheart, I don’t need a lucky charm. I’m Hangman.”
My chest goes tight, but I keep my face calm. Years of practice taught me how. Dealing with men who were good boyfriends until we jumped into bed and then that’s when things changed. They swore they weren’t “looking for anything serious.” Men who made me feel stupid for wanting more.
“Right. Of course.”
“Y/n?”
He reaches for my wrist instantly seeing how my whole body stiffened once the words came out of my mouth. I stumbled backwards confidently knowing I’m done being the girl who gets hurt because she hoped too hard. “I’m not doing this again, Jake.”
“Doing what?”
“Being the girl who loves you more than a friend while you pretend you don’t.” I meet his gaze and for once I don’t look away when his mouth opens but nothing comes out. “I’ve had enough flings to know when I’m about to be another one.”
“That’s not what I meant. I just - how long have you had feelings for me?”
Shifting my feet backwards I quickly reached inside my bag grabbing my car keys. Giving him a gentle shove I opened the driver's door, sitting down in the seat with a huff starting the car. “I’m your best friend. And I can’t watch you treat me like I’m temporary.”
“Y/n, stop for a second.”
Pushing my foot on the gas driving off without another word leaving him standing by his truck in the empty parking lot. “I’ll see you around.”
A few days later the Hard Deck is buzzing, but the squad’s table is dead silent when Jake drops into the seat beside Coyote, jaw tight, pretending he hasn’t been checking the door every time it opens. All because Y/n’s not here. She hasn’t been here since the parking‑lot disaster. Phoenix watches him for three seconds before she speaks. “You screwed up, Seresin.”
Jake scoffs, leaning back. “Didn’t do anything.”
Rooster raises a brow. “Exactly.”
Coyote leans forward, voice low. “She gave you her dad’s medallion, man.”
“Do you have any idea what that means to someone from a service family?”
“She’s a VA caseworker, Jake. She spends her days helping people who’ve been broken by this life. She doesn’t give pieces of her heart lightly.” Jake swallows hard when Rooster’s voice softens. “And you laughed. Like she was just another girl trying to get your attention.”
“She’s not a fling. She’s not one of your bar girls. And she sure as hell isn’t going to let you treat her like one.”
Jake’s hands curl into fists as Coyote nudges him. “You know she’s had her share of crappy relationships too. Guys who only treat her nicely so she’ll climb into bed with them. Then the next time they act like they don’t know her.”
Bob adds quietly. “She pulled away because she thinks that’s all you want from her.”
“That’s not - I don’t-”
Rooster cuts him off, firm. “Then why do you act like it?”
“I don’t - I’d never do that to her. I’ve - I’ve seen her after most of those breaks ups and have to pick up the pieces when she thinks she’s the problem-“
Jake looks down at his hands trailing off in thought at the faint imprint of the medallion he’s been carrying in his pocket like a secret. Coyote delivers the line that finally cracks him open. “And she’s the only one you’d trust with your dog tags.”
“We’ve all seen it. You guard those things like they’re your heartbeat. But when she held them that one time? You didn’t even blink.” Bob added onto what was said.
“Shit!” Jake dragged a hand down his face in a huff.
He stands abruptly, chair scraping making
Coyote smirks watching him rush out of the Hard Deck. “What kind of friend am I?….I gotta find her.”
“Go fix it, Hangman.” Rooster lifts his beer. “Go get the girl!”
Laying on my small apartment living room couch scrolling through old pictures on my phone I was honestly winding down for bed for tonight until I heard a hard pounding knock on the other side of my door. I went to ignore it until it got even louder where I swore whoever it was might punch a hole through the wood. Tossing my phone down I huffed getting up from the couch going to open the door, firing back at the person. “Hey asshole, in case you didn’t realize it I have neighbors and they certainly won’t appreciate you trying to break into my apartment like the Hulk!”
“Then I guess I’m lucky Ms. Alice finds me charming.”
Jake gave me that typical smirk of his with me leaning my side into the doorway, arms crossing over my chest and a scowl on my face. “What are you doing here, Hangman?”
“Hangman, it’s always been Jake for you.”
Snapping back I watched pure hurt spread across his face. “It used to be that way. Until I realized what kind of relationship we have. You made it very clear I’m clearly not good enough for you that’s why you haven’t been trying to get into my pants. You just tell me you don’t want any serious relationship, friend or otherwise.”
“I never said anything close to that.”
“You laughed at my family’s medallion. You laughed at me when I said I like you, more than a friend. And now this conversation is over.” Stepping beside the door I began pushing it closed till he placed his boot in between the door and the doorway keeping it open. He pushed it open, walking up to me where my back hit the wall behind me before he closed the door with one of his boots.
“I wasn't laughing at you or the family medallion. I didn’t even really mean to do that.”
Dropping my arms down to my sides I bite my lip scowling up at the aviator. Jake and I have been best friends for years, knowing each other better than we know ourselves. “And why should I believe a word you tell me now. How can I know you aren’t just lying to me like all the others so you can end up getting laid tonight hmm?”
“Because of this…” He tugged down the collar of his shirt pulling out a long silver chain that had two dog tag clips hanging on it yet that wasn’t what caught my attention. The other piece that was hanging around the chain was none other than my family’s medallion. Jake met my teary filled eyes as he took another step closer mixing our breathing. “I haven’t taken it off since you gave it to me. I didn’t have the heart to. Because every time I think about it I feel nervous because I would only ever trust one person with my dog tags and that’s you. It’s always going to be you Y/n.”
“Jake…”
He held his hands up letting the chain hang loose out the front of his shirt. Green eyes welling up with tears which I rarely ever got to see because most things didn't get to him. “Just let me get this out please. I screwed up and I know that. The Squad told me and I am so sorry for not seeing that until now. I never - I never wanted you to see me like the past boyfriends you've had. I know I'm better than them and so do you. You definitely deserve better than being a fling.”
“Then why did you laugh and say you don't need luck?”
He slumped his whole body in defeat looking like a sad dog that I'd just yelled at when he responded. “Because you scared the hell out of me….because I was stupid enough to think you only saw me as a friend. That's why I was hooking up with other girls cause you were doing it with other guys.”
“Wait so you knew and didn't say anything?” The question slipped out where I just stared at him till a fit of laughter came from my mouth. Hitting my hands on my knees feeling some happy tears falling down my face now. “What kind of pair are we, Seresin?”
Jake joined in my laughter showing me a genuine smile not the cocky one he showed everyone else. “Clearly the painfully unaware kind.”
“Yeah it seems that way.”
“Well I say screw that. I should've done this a long time ago.” He closed the distance between us, crashing his lips down onto mine with a hungry yet gentle passion. A gasp got cut off by his lips and my hands instantly flew into his short blonde hair. Tugging on some of it he drew out a moan, snacking his arms around my waist trailing down until he could lift me up by my thighs. Hooking my legs around his waist we walked to my bedroom down the short hallway while managing to never break the kiss.
I couldn’t really register what was happening till my back was pressing into the soft mattress underneath me because the feeling of my best friend kissing me was far too intoxicating to focus on anything else. Jake removed his lips from mine trailing kisses down the side of my neck which only makes me tug on his hair a little more. He leaned up grabbing the back of his shirt and tugging it over and throwing it across the room somewhere. Parting my lips I scanned his muscular body carefully, feeling a nervous pit building in my stomach when he went to reach for the bottom of my tea shirt.
“Jake, wait.”
Upon hearing my voice his hands stilled and he sat back with his knees bent on the bed. “What’s wrong?”
“I don't - I don't want this to be like the others…something casual. I refuse to go through that again, especially with you.”
Holding my breath I waited for the typical response. The one that I always dreaded. Yet that wasn’t what came from my best friend's mouth. He carefully lifted a hand brushing some hair out of my eyes. “Darling, we were clearly never meant to be casual. In fact ... .you have me just as much as the Navy does. You own my heart for however long you wanna love me. And I'll tell you right now I really love you a lot.” He grasped both my hands wrapping them around the chain of his tag and now the medallion. He pressed his forehead against mine.
“You love me?”
Butterflies spread across my body while I processed what he just said to me. Jake drew his head back cupping my face in his hands gently looking me directly in the eye. “Yeah, I do.”
“Jake.”
“You don’t have to say it back if you're not ready. Just know that I ain't looking for casual sex with you. I want more than that with the girl who calls her mama twice a week, who can pig out on cheese fries and dances around the kitchen in her pajamas to country music every chance she gets. I want her for the long hall.”
Laughing playfully at him I wrapped my arms around his neck climbing onto his lap, feeling his hands sneak underneath the back of my shirt touching my bare back. “I want the long hall with you, Jacob Seresin.”
“Urgh!.” He rolled his eyes pushing me onto my back, raging his body over top of mine. He glared down, shaking his head at me. “I can’t stand that name you know.”
“Yes, but I'm the only one you let call you it.”
He nodded his head connecting our lips starting another long make out session. “Damn straight, darling. Cause I love you.” He kept his hands pinned down on the mattress so as to not crush me with his body, keeping up a good pace of heated kissing.
Shortly after I push my hands on his chest making him pull away sending me a concerned expression on his face. “I - love - you too.” I slowly replied back to him watching a childish grin spread across his face. Wrapping my arms around his neck I instigated another long kiss, giggling when he flipped us so he was on his back and I was on top. And that's where we stayed, eventually getting tangled up with each other the next morning.
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Author note - not sure if I am allowing requests for him yet. Want to see how people felt about this one first….This idea has been running through my head for longer than any of you would know. But I couldn’t resist to not write it, so here is my first ever attempt at writing for Benedict
Imagine - Benedict is consumed with someone he can’t ever marry and she is consumed with him in return regardless of the crown on her head. A princess can’t marry a Bridgerton but that doesn’t stop her from falling into his bed…..or falling in love with one.
A lazy groan slipped out of my lips before my eyes had even begun to open this morning. Lifting my arms above my head I stretched my limbs out feeling slightly stiff from the events of last night. Blinking my eyes opened I laid my head further down on the pillow, feeling an arm draped over the middle of my stomach while hearing a light snore muffled into the other pillow next to me. Biting my bottom lip I found it difficult to not burst out in laughter at the sound because I had never heard it come from him until now. Turning my head I looked at the window, simply enjoying the peaceful moments of the morning instead of thinking about the reality that I lived in or I should say that we live in.
My life didn’t allow me to simply fall in love and marry that person by choice. For the crown on my head literally….was too much of a burden.
Glancing out the corner of my eye I smiled softly at the sleeping man beside me who was none other than Benedict Bridgerton. He looked so peaceful for a man who had fallen in love with someone who he couldn’t parade around the town with out in the open. For his natural dark hair wasn’t neat by any means and yet it had a charming tousled look to it. His bare chest slowly rose up and down with each breath he took that I got to witness in comfortable silence. And I would have stayed in that moment forever if my gaze hadn’t landed on the simple crown sitting on the table by his painting stand by one of the large windows of his bedroom / art studio.
The morning sunlight shined down on the simple silver crown with simple red rubies catching the light against the dark wooden table. Sitting up in the bed I carefully lifted the covers, careful to not wake Benedict who was still asleep beside me. My feet touched the bare floor crossing the room, picking up a discarded shirt from off the floor and shrugging it on over my head with it falling down to my knees with how big it was. Stopping in front of the table I brushed my fingers over the powerful accessory, picking it up to hold it up in my hands.
“Leaving so soon are you?”
Benedict’s husky morning voice came across the room where I glanced back over in his direction. He was laying on his back with his arms crossed behind the back of his head. His soft eyes were watching me with a fondness even with the fact that he wasn’t truly awake yet.
Dropping my shoulders in relief I ran a hand through my messy hair, holding the crown in my other hand. “Not leaving. Just simply letting my mind wander to all the responsibilities my real life has.”
“That sounds unpleasant if I’m being truly honest.”
Shifting the crown around in my hands I sighed heavily, sitting it gently on top of my head where it had been last night before we got lost in one another. “Well then it’s a good thing I am the one with royal blood and not you. You’d probably get bored attending your first finishing lesson before 8am.”
“Patience certainly isn’t my strong suit.” Benedict climbed out from under the covers, wrapping a green and black robe around himself yet leaving the front open for my viewing pleasure. Reaching me he wrapped his arms around my waist bringing me against his firm body with a smile on his face. “Admiring your beauty is more of my speed.”
A blush made its way up my neck and to my cheeks with me bending my chin down making the piece of jewelry slowly begin falling down to the floor. “Benedict….”
“Careful. We wouldn’t want something like last time now would we?” Raising a hand to my chin he made me look up into his eyes while he removed it with both hands chuckling at his own words.
The night that we had first met I was in a room full of people that were all my mothers subjects and every single one of them knew who I was. The daughter of Queen Charlotte and more importantly referred to as Princess Y/n. The evening had drowned on with people greeting me, discussing how I looked in my gown or how happy they were to see me at the particular ball tonight. All of it was so exhausting where I was nearly about to fall over and go to sleep wherever I could lean on something. My gown brushed against the floor with me striding across the busy packed room, doing my best to maneuver around the woman and men who were talking or dancing.
My mother had fallen ill so she wasn’t able to attend this season’s first ball and so I went in her stead to represent the royal family. Walking past a group of women gawking over my gown I felt my eyelids fluttering shut with how bored I was where I must have accidentally stepped on part of my dress tripping myself with my own feet. The crown in question nearly broke into pieces until a stranger caught it in one hand and kept me from falling at the same time, that stranger was none other than the Bridgerton before me now. The Bridgerton I shouldn’t love because we aren’t of the same class.
“It’s not like I wasn’t taught how to walk across a room perfectly. And I take offense that you insult me about that.”
“I’m not insulting you, Y/n.” Benedict’s smile softened as he brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “I would never insult you. Though I will admit, watching you nearly topple over your own gown was… memorable.”
I nudged him lightly in the chest. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet,” he said, leaning in just enough that his breath warmed my face. I tried to step past him, but his hands slid gently to my waist. “you’re still here.”
“Benedict,” I warned, though there was no real warning in my voice.
“Yes?” he asked, far too innocently.
“You’re supposed to be helping me forget the weight of my responsibilities, not adding to them.”
“Oh, I can help with that.” His grin turned boyish, mischievous. “In fact, I’m rather talented at distracting you.”
“Hmm..”
A laugh left my mouth before I draped my arms around his neck smiling up at him. His fingers traced the hem of the shirt I’d stolen from his floor, the fabric brushing my knees. “You know, that looks far better on you than it ever did on me.”
“You’re just saying that to be charming.”
“And you’re avoiding my very reasonable request.”
I raised a brow. “Which is?”
“That you come back to bed,” he said simply, tugging me a fraction closer. “Just for a moment. Just until the sun moves a little higher.”
“Benedict…”
He dipped his head, his forehead resting gently against mine. “Stay.” he whispered, pressing his lips down against mine as a gentle gesture.
Leaning my body forward I kissed him back deepening it when my fingers threaded deeply into his dark hair. Tugging on some of it he released a moan, shifting his hands to be pressed up against the middle of my back. Benedict drew back briefly, shifting his focus onto pestering my neck with kisses. “My mother would have your head if she knew about what we are doing here. We can’t keep doing this without a plan in mind.”
“My plan right now is to keep you distracted like you have previously asked of me, princess.”
He slipped his hands underneath the white shirt, having goosebumps crawl up my soft bare skin. “Yes, I did say that but-“ He cut me off with another kiss, bringing my body closer so that our chests were pressing into one another.
“We will discuss the matters of your mother Queen Charlotte and the concern for my head another time.” Next thing I knew he brushed his thumb along my jaw, slowly making the last of my hesitation melt. “For now or should I say only for a moment let us return to our bed.”
“I suppose that wouldn’t be too terrible.”
He smiled like he’d won a battle he never expected to fight. “A moment.” he agreed, though we both knew neither of us meant it.
His hands slid to mine, guiding me back toward the bed with a tenderness. The sheets were still rumpled from the night before where we couldn’t resist making love to each other anymore. We’d been waiting too long and were cautious about me getting pregnant with his child. We hadn’t worked out all the details yet but we knew we deeply loved each other.
As I sank back onto the mattress, Benedict followed, bracing himself above me with a soft laugh. He murmured, brushing his nose against mine. “See, much better.”
“You are right on that, Mr. Bridgerton.” Snugging against his warm embrace when he pulled me into his arms again, kissing each other and forgetting everything else.
helooo, I loveeeee both ur maverick x reader fics, so I was wondering if u still write for him. If u do cud u pls write one??? Any plot is ok <3
Hi anonymous asker, yes I do still write for Maverick. At the moment I don’t have any ideas for him so if you think of anything you can post it into my inbox 😊 and I will see what I can do with it
Really liked your Rhaegar Targaryen Fanfic would like to request my own. Where Rheager is helplessly in love with a commoner even though he is engaged to be married, so to prevent it he with the help of Authur Dayne sneaks off and married her in secret, and on the day of the wedding Rhaegar refused and reveals he is already married. Hope this is an okay request
Tis Rhaegar, Not your Grace
The wedding bells rang from the Red Keep and all the way down to the shipyards at the ports building up the anticipation of a Royal wedding that was going to take place later this morning. Every bell ding told me that my simple life was about to get more complicated than it already was.
A Tavern owner’s daughter has no business talking to a Targaryen prince.
No business falling for one.
And certainly no business marrying one.
Yet that’s exactly what happened to me.
But I’m getting ahead of myself so let’s start from the beginning……
The day I met Rhaegar Targaryen was just another working day for me. Another day where someone like me could never imagine meeting a prince of House Targaryen. Carrying a large sack of bread in my arms I took careful steps on the uneven cobblestone under my boots. I couldn’t see over the bag with how tall it was where I prayed that I didn’t accidentally run into someone and drop it. Stepping with my right foot I must have found a puddle from last night’s rain because my feet slipped out from underneath me and I went tumbling backwards, launching the bag forward at the same time.
“Watch out, my prince!”
A male voice called out as my body fell flat on the harsh ground, half of my simple gray dress getting soaked in the puddle. Baring my teeth I winced in pain twisting my right foot, making pain shoot from my ankle meaning I must have sprained it. Yet that wasn’t what made me freeze like I’d seen a ghost, no what scared the shit out of me was who was attempting to get up from the ground a few steps in front of me, the famous Rhaegar Targaryen.
“Seven hells. Your grace - your grace I’m so sorry.”
The color disappeared from my face watching him slowly push himself up to stand from laying on the ground. Scrambling to my feet I winced ignoring the pain that spread from my right ankle, too terrified at what I had just done.
Once he was on his feet he brushed his hands off on his black tunic, long silver hair blown in his face until he shook his head and met my gaze with those purple Taragaryn eyes. “You need not apologize, my lady. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“I am not a lady, your grace. And I am required to apologize for the events I caused. For I knocked you down and a prince should never be forced down onto his knees by a simple Tavern girl.” Biting my lip I dropped down onto one knee, bowing my head to him in respect knowing it was treason to disrespect a royal of House Targaryen. “Please forgive me.”
“There’s no need for formalities. We are outside the castle. Please get up, my lady.”
“Your grace, I’m simply a commoner-“
He cut me off extending his freehand down for me to take. “Please call me Rhaegar. Now would you get up from the ground so we can talk much easier. Neither of us need to strain our necks.”
Clearing my throat I slowly rose up from the harsh stone ground and did my best to stand yet my right ankle throbbed with a sharp pain. “Ah!” My ankle twisted as I fell down towards the ground until arms wrapped around my waist, holding me upright.
“Ser Selmy, help me find somewhere we can tend to this woman’s ankle.”
Shifting my gaze there was a knight with a grayish beard dressed in the Kingsguard armor and a sword attached to his hip. “Yes, my prince.” The knight nodded his head in our direction even though Rhaegar had his back to him so he could only see my facial expressions.
“Your grace, I -“ My sentence was cut short when he unexpectedly scooped me up bridal style where one arm went around his shoulder and my legs dangled from his other arm. Rhaegar lowered his gaze down to meet mine when I lifted mine up as a light pink blush covered my face.
“Call me Rhaegar.”
I whispered back. “I’m Y/n.”
The moons that followed that first meeting only included more frequent meetings that became more romantic than usual.
I didn’t expect to see him again.
Princes don’t return to taverns.
Princes don’t remember the names of girls who fall into puddles.
But three nights later, as I wiped down the counter, the tavern door creaked open and a hooded figure stepped inside. I didn’t look up until I heard his voice. “Y/n.”
Spinning around on my feet the rag in my hand fell down to the floor with my mouth falling open in shock watching as he pushed the hood back, silver hair spilling free, and my father stared in utter confusion. “What - what are you?”
Rhaegar only looked at me. “I came to see how your ankle fares.”
“It’s healing, your gra - Rhaegar.”
His lips curved into the smallest smile. “Good. I was…concerned.”
No prince should ever look at a tavern girl the way he looked at me then like I was something rare.
Something he shouldn’t want, but did anyway.
We were walking along the riverbank a few months after that, the moon reflecting off the water. He stopped suddenly, turning to me with an expression I’d never seen before, raw, unguarded, almost afraid.
“Y/n, I cannot keep pretending I do not feel what I feel.”
“Rhaegar…”
He cupped my face with trembling hands, as if asking permission to which I gave him a light nod. Shortly after he closed the gap kissing me like he’d been waiting his whole life for that moment. When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine.
“I am lost,” he murmured. “And you are the only thing that feels like home.”
“I never thought you’d see me like that. But I am ever glad that you do.”
The dragon prince planted a kiss to my forehead gently, lowering his hands down to intertwine with mine. “There is something I must ask you. Something I cannot ask in daylight.”
“What is it?”
He looked at me like a man standing on the edge of a cliff. “Meet me tomorrow. At dawn. By the godswood.”
“Why?”
His thumb brushed my knuckles. “Because I cannot lose you to a future I never chose.”
The next morning that followed I did what he had asked of me. The sun had just started to rise when I reached the dock where we had talked about. Standing on the small dock I watched the water crash against the rocks hearing footsteps coming up behind me, but it sounded like a few sets. Hesitantly looking over my shoulder I found Rhaegar approaching me with one of his father’s Kingsguard and someone I didn’t recognize that was dressed in ceremony robes from the look of it.
Rhaegar strides up to me, cupping my face in his hands, kissing me without any hesitation as if we were completely alone. My hands clung to the fabric of his tunic, gripping it with a little fear till he broke the kiss whispering down to me. “You needn't worry about them, my love. They know about us.”
“Rhaegar, why are we here? Why are they here?” Drawing my head back I met his gaze worriedly.
“They are here to help us be wed. I refuse to wait any longer. I want to be a husband to the woman I love now and always if you'll have me.”
Smiling up at him I wrapped my arms around his neck kissing him deeply for a minute until the Septon clears his throat getting our attention. We turned to look at him as he began wrapping our intertwined hands with a light blue cloth. “Look upon one another and say the words.”
“Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am hers / his, and she / he is mine….”
Now my ears drowned out the loud ringing of wedding ceremony bells inside the throne room of the Red Keep because the only thing I can focus on is Rhaegar standing beside Elia Martel dressed in his Royal wedding robes. A tiny kick came against my stomach making me place a hand over my swollen belly feeling a few more kicks hit against it. The septon stepped up by King Aerys II and wrapped the two hands together asking my lover. “Do you take this woman, my prince?”
“No.”
That simple word caused everyone else in the filled throne room to gasp, scoff or make whispers. Except it was the king that made my whole body shake, his eyes darted to his son as he got up from his throne, yanking him by the front of his tunic and yelling in his face with such anger. “What in the seven hells is wrong with you, boy!”
“I am already wed, father.”
The king threw his son harshly to the ground where Rhaegar lifted his head up looking in my direction. “That does not matter. I am the king. You will marry whoever I command you to and nothing can stop that!”
“My wife carries my child.” Rhaegar declares slowly getting up from the stone floor underneath him. He didn’t care how disheveled his hair was as he extended one out of his hands out in my direction. “Y/n?”
Raising my head back upright I walked out from my hiding spot behind one of the large pillars by the Iron Throne, careful and as graceful as I could manage. Ignoring the replies from the massive crowd and keeping ny focus on my husband who was crowned prince of the Realm. It only took me a few more steps to reach him before I watched him intertwine our hands together. “My prince.” I bowed my head to him since it was much harder for me to curtsy with the condition of the pregnancy.
“Rhaegar.” He growled under his breath. He nodded his head eyeing his father who looked ready to have his Kingsguard drag me out of the room any minute now. Rhaegar led me forward by our intertwined hands, directly in front of his father with his head held high, no hesitation in his tone. “Father, I will not be marrying Lady Martell today. Y/n is my wife now and always and you will recognize her as my Queen. And the baby inside of her will be the heir to my throne.”
Shutting my eyes tightly I waited for a fit of anger and shouting from the great king, yet after about ten minutes of dead silence where we could only hear the cracking of fire and the heavy breathing from the crowd I peaked one eye open. Aerys’s ragged breathing could be heard as he lurched toward us like a man possessed but his son wasn’t phased. He didn’t flinch, look away or loosen his grip on my hand. Instead… he lowered himself down on one knee.
Right there on the cold stone floor, in front of the Iron Throne, in front of the court, in front of his father, in front of Elia, in front of the realm. A ripple of shock tore through the hall. Even Aerys froze, his mouth hanging open mid‑snarl. Rhaegar bowed his head, silver hair falling like a curtain around his face, and lifted his voice, steady and unshakable. “I kneel to my wife. I kneel to the mother of my child. I kneel to the future of our House. If the realm must choose between my father’s madness and my family, then let them see where I stand.”
Aerys sputtered, pointing a shaking finger at him. “Get up. GET UP! You dare kneel to a-” But he didn’t get the chance to finish when Ser Arthur Dayne stepped forward and knelt beside Rhaegar. The next two follow were Ser Barristan, Ser Jonothor Darry and Ser Oswell Whent.
One by one, white cloaks fell to the floor like snow. The Kingsguard, the most honorable men in the realm knelt not to the king……but to the prince. Aerys staggered back, eyes wild, realizing too late that the room no longer belonged to him. Rhaegar rose slowly, gracefully, smiling down at me as he declared to his subjects. “This is your princess and soon, your queen. And the child she carries will be the heir to my throne.” Draping my arms around his neck I closed the gap kissing not a prince, but simply my Rhaegar.
The hall erupted not in outrage this time, but in applause while Aerys shouted something incoherent, but no one listened. Not anymore. For the Seven Kingdoms had a new King and Queen now.
“There is never a time or place for true love.
It happens a c c i d e n t a l l y, in a heartbeat,
in a single flashing, throbbing moment.”
—Sarah Dessen
One shot | Established Relationship | Smutish | Masterlist | WC: 3.7K
Summary: Studying anatomy is hard…luckily Klaus's extensive knowldege makes for an enticing study method
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The anatomy textbook lay open on the bed, pages covered in Y/N's frustrated notes. She'd been at this for three hours trying to memorize the placement of organs and the names of bones and even the way everything connected in the human body. Keywords: Trying.
"I give up," she groaned, flopping backward onto the pillows. "The radius and the ulna are the same thing. Bones are stupid. Who needs this many bones?"
Klaus looked up from his easel where he'd been working on a landscape, a smirk playing at his lips. "You do realize you're saying this to someone who's broken most of those bones in other people, love. I could probably draw you a detailed anatomical chart from memory."
Y/N sat up, eyeing him suspiciously. "Are you seriously telling me that your extensive knowledge of torture has made you an anatomy expert?"
"A millennium of creative violence does provide certain educational benefits." He set down his brush, wiping his hands on a rag as he crossed to the bed. "What specifically is giving you trouble?"
She gestured helplessly at the textbook. "All of it? The bones in the arm. Where the liver actually sits. How the ribcage protects things. It's all just...words on a page. I can't visualize it."
Klaus picked up the textbook, scanning the pages. Then he set it aside and reached for her hand. "Then let's make it more interesting, shall we?" His voice dropped lower, taking on that dangerous edge that always made her pulse quicken. "Close your eyes."
"Klaus..."
"Trust me, sweetheart. This is educational."
She closed her eyes, feeling the bed shift as he moved behind her. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, thumb pressing against her pulse point.
"The radial artery," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "Right here. Can you feel your heartbeat under my thumb?"
She could. Her heart was doing complicated things that had nothing to do with anatomy and everything to do with his proximity. His fingers traced up her forearm, pressing gently.
"The radius bone runs here, along the thumb side of your forearm. And just beside it..." His other hand traced a parallel line. "The ulna. Two bones working together to let you rotate your wrist. Like this."
He demonstrated by turning her hand palm-up, then palm-down. “Now you'll remember," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Because you'll think of this every time you look at that textbook."
"That's cheating," Y/N breathed.
"It’s effective teaching." His hands slid higher, fingers trailing along the inside of her elbow. "The brachial artery branches here. Major blood vessel. Very dangerous to sever. I've seen men bleed out in minutes from a wound right here."
"You're supposed to be helping me study, not giving me nightmares."
"I'm doing both." She could hear the grin in his voice. "Where's the humerus, love?"
"Upper arm bone. Runs from shoulder to elbow."
"Good girl." His hands moved to her shoulders, thumbs pressing into the joint. "And here's where it connects to the scapula. Feel that? The way it rotates in the socket?"
He guided her arm through a slow circle, and she was acutely aware that this was the least educational anatomy lesson in the history of education.
"Now," Klaus said, his hands settling on her ribcage, "tell me what organs the ribs protect."
"Heart and lungs," she managed, though thinking was becoming increasingly difficult with his palms warm against her sides.
"And where exactly is your heart, sweetheart?" His hand slid to rest over her left breast, palm flat against where her heart was hammering. "Right here. Between the fourth and fifth ribs, slightly left of center. I can feel it racing."
"That's because you're being distracting."
"Am I now?" His thumb traced the curve of her bottom rib. "The liver sits here, on your right side, just beneath the ribcage. Largest internal organ. Extremely vascular, which means—"
"It bleeds a lot if damaged. I know. I read that part."
"But now you'll remember it." His hands spanned her waist. "Because you'll remember this."
Y/N opened her eyes and turned her head to find him watching her with that intense focus that still made her stomach flip even after three years.
"This is the worst study method ever," she said.
"Is it working?"
She grabbed the textbook, flipping to a diagram of the skeletal system. "Radius is thumb-side forearm bone. Ulna is pinky-side. Humerus is upper arm. Scapula is shoulder blade. Heart between fourth and fifth ribs, left of center. Liver right side, beneath ribs."
Klaus's grin was absolutely wicked. "See? Effective. You're going to ace this exam." He pulled her into his lap, textbook and all. "Now, shall we discuss the skeletal structure of the hand? I have very strong opinions about metacarpals."
"Of course you do."
But she didn't pull away. And when he started explaining the twenty-seven bones in the human hand while tracing each one on her palm, she actually retained the information. Even if he was using a thousand years of creative violence to help her pass anatomy.
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Klaus was sprawled across his bed the following evening, reading a first edition of Byron's poetry. One he'd acquired directly from the source back in 1816. That’s when Y/N burst through the door with her anatomy textbook and a determined expression.
"Take your shirt off."
He lowered the book slowly, one eyebrow arching in amusement as a slow smirk spread across his face. "Well, love, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but generally there's a bit more preamble. Perhaps some—"
"I need to study muscles," she interrupted, already pulling sticky notes and markers from her bag. "You have muscles. Take your shirt off."
The smirk faltered slightly. "You want me to...what, exactly?"
"Be my anatomical model." She was flipping through the textbook, completely focused. "Yesterday you helped with bones and organs. Today I need to map muscle groups. The trapezius, deltoids, pectoralis major, all of it. So. Shirt. Off."
Klaus set the book aside, genuinely caught off guard for possibly the first time in decades.
"You're serious."
"Dead serious. I have an exam in three days and I still can't tell the difference between the flexor carpi radialis and the flexor carpi ulnaris."
"Those are in the forearm, love."
"I KNOW." She looked up at him with those eyes that had been wrecking his composure for three years. "Which is why I need a three-dimensional reference. Please?"
He couldn't quite suppress his grin as he sat up and pulled his henley over his head in one smooth motion. "You know, most people would just use diagrams."
"Most people don't have a thousand-year-old vampire boyfriend with perfect muscle definition." She stepped closer, textbook in one hand, sticky notes in the other. "Now hold still."
For the next twenty minutes, Klaus discovered what it was like to be treated as a living anatomy chart. Y/N circled him with scientific precision, comparing his actual musculature to the diagrams in her book. She pressed her fingers against his shoulder, feeling the way the deltoid connected, her touch clinical but maddening.
Klaus's breath hitched. It was subtle, just the slightest catch, but enough that he had to close his eyes and concentrate on maintaining his composure. Legendary self-control, and here he was, undone by her fingertips tracing the contours of his shoulder.
She scribbled "DELTOID - raises arm laterally" on a pink sticky note and pressed it onto his skin, completely oblivious to the effect she was having.
Her fingers moved to his chest, mapping the pectoralis major with careful attention. Klaus kept his eyes firmly shut, jaw tight.
"You alright?" she asked absently, not looking up from her textbook.
"Perfectly fine, love." His voice came out rougher than intended. "Just...focusing."
Another sticky note landed on his chest. Her palm pressed flat against his sternum as she smoothed it down. His breathing definitely wasn't steady anymore.
She moved to his back, and he felt her fingers trace the line of his trapezius from neck to shoulder blade. The touch was exploratory and entirely innocent in intent. But it was driving him absolutely mad.
"This is absolutely ridiculous," he muttered, more to himself than to her.
"This is effective studying. You said so yourself yesterday."
"Yes, but yesterday I was the one doing the teaching. This is different."
"How so?"
"Because yesterday I got to touch you. Today I'm supposed to sit here like a statue while you—" He broke off as her fingers found the tricep. "Bloody hell."
She patted his shoulder absently, already moving on to label different muscle groups. By the time she'd covered his arms, shoulders, chest, and back with sticky notes, Klaus looked like he'd been attacked by an overeagerly organized student, and his self-control was hanging by a thread.
Then her eyes landed on his paint supplies.
"Oh, that's perfect."
"What's perfect? Y/N, what are you—"
She'd already grabbed his cadmium red and a fine brush. "The book shows the muscles in different colors to distinguish them. If I outline them on you, I can see exactly where they start and stop."
"Absolutely not."
"Klaus, please? It'll wash off."
"I'm a hybrid, not a canvas!"
But she was already uncapping the paint with a look that meant arguing was pointless. He sighed, resigned to his fate. "You're lucky I love you."
"I know." She dipped the brush in red paint. "Now flex your arm."
Klaus sighed, obeying her commands snd she just...stopped. Stared. Her eyes fixed on the way his bicep curved under the skin, the definition of muscle that came from a millennium of fighting.
Klaus's eyes opened. The corner of his mouth twitched. "See something you like, sweetheart?"
She blinked, cheeks flushing. "I'm studying."
"Studying requires looking at the textbook occasionally." His smirk widened. "You've been staring at my arm for fifteen seconds which I would know because I counted."
"I was comparing it to the diagram."
"The diagram is on the table behind you, my love"
Her blush deepened. "Shut up."
"Make me." His voice dropped lower, teasing. "Or are you too busy admiring the brachialis? Perhaps the biceps brachii? I can flex again if you need a longer look." He flexed again, deliberately slow. "What happened to clinical detachment, love? All that scientific focus?"
"I hate you," she muttered, but she was fighting a smile as she finally pressed the brush to his skin.
She traced the bicep, her tongue caught between her teeth in concentration. The paint was cool against his skin, her touch feather-light as she followed the muscle's contour from shoulder to elbow. Klaus watched her work, and despite the torment of sitting still while she touched him so innocently, there was something quietly perfect about this moment. The little furrow between her brows and even the way she muttered anatomical terms under her breath.
She switched to blue for the triceps, yellow for the deltoid, and green for the pectoralis major. "There," she finally announced, stepping back to admire her work. "Perfect. Now I can actually see how everything connects."
Klaus looked down at himself covered in paint outlines and sticky notes, looking like the world's most ridiculous anatomy lesson.
"I look like a child's art project."
"You look educational." She was already taking photos with her phone from different angles. "This is going to help so much."
"Thrilled to be of service," he said dryly.
She laughed, finally looking up from her phone to really look at him. "Thank you. I know this is weird."
"Weird doesn't begin to cover it, love." He plucked a sticky note off his chest. "But if it helps you pass your exam, I suppose I can endure the indignity."
"My hero," she teased.
"Speaking of which." He stood, paint-covered and sticky-note-decorated, and closed the distance between them. "Since you've quite literally decorated me, I think it's only fair you help clean it off."
"I was going to let you shower—"
In one smooth motion, he had her lifted over his shoulder. "Klaus!"
"You put it there, sweetheart. You're helping wash it off." He was already heading toward his bathroom, her protests dissolving into laughter. "Consider it additional anatomy study. I'll even quiz you on muscle function while we're at it."
"That's not how studying works!"
"It is now."
The shower turned on, steam immediately beginning to fog the glass. Klaus set her down just long enough to start pulling sticky notes off himself, dropping them in a colorful pile on the bathroom counter.
"This is going to take forever," Y/N protested, but she was already pulling her sweater over her head. "Some of those paint lines are really detailed."
"Then I suppose we'll be here a while." He stepped under the spray, colored water already running down his chest as the paint began to dissolve. He held out his hand. "Coming, love?"
She took it, stepping into the shower with him, warm water cascading over them both. "You're going to quiz me, aren't you."
"Absolutely." His hands were already working shampoo through her hair, fingers massaging her scalp. "What's the largest muscle in the human body?"
"Gluteus maximus."
"Good girl." His hands slid down her back deliberately, finding exactly that muscle and squeezing with intent.
She gasped against him. "Klaus—"
"What? I'm being educational." But his smirk was absolutely wicked. "And what does the sartorius do?"
She tried to focus through the distraction of his hands still kneading her backside. "Flexes the hip and knee. It's the longest muscle in the body."
"Excellent." He pressed a kiss to her temple, then without warning, lifted her effortlessly against the shower wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as the water streamed over both of them.
"What muscle did I just use to lift you?" he asked, voice dropping lower. Her brain scrambled to function while pressed against tile, held up by nothing but his strength.
"The—the deltoids helped. Biceps. Core muscles for stabilization."
"Very good, sweetheart." One hand slid up her thigh, squeezing the muscle there. "And what muscle is this?"
"Quadriceps," she breathed.
His hand moved higher, fingers tracing, caressing. "And this?"
"Adductors. Inner thigh."
"Mmm. You're doing so well." His lips found her neck, teeth grazing. "What about here?" His hand splayed across her ribcage.
"External obliques."
"Perfect." The word rumbled against her throat. "See how much better you remember when there's proper motivation?"
"This is—" She lost her train of thought entirely when his thumb traced circles against her hip. "This is not proper study technique."
"Isn't it? You're answering every question correctly." He shifted his hold, demonstrating his point. "What muscles am I using now to keep you exactly where I want you?"
She was trembling, and not from the cooling water.
"Deltoids, biceps, pectorals for...for holding. Core strength. Gluteus maximus for hip extension and—oh god—"
"Keep going, love. You're doing brilliantly."
"I can't think when you're—"
"When I'm what?" Pure innocence in his tone, completely contradicted by the way his hands were mapping her body. "I'm simply providing hands-on education. You said you needed a three-dimensional reference."
“I did?”
“Mhm. And you're going to ace this exam,” he finally lowered her back to her feet, though his hands remained at her waist. "Because every time you look at those diagrams, you're going to remember this. Aren't you?"
Her legs were unsteady, her heart was racing, and yes, she was absolutely going to remember every single muscle group now. "You're very pleased with yourself."
"Extremely." He tucked wet hair behind her ear. "Now, let's actually wash this paint off before the water runs cold. And I expect you to identify every muscle I use while doing so."
"You're going to make me work for this, aren't you?"
"Always, sweetheart." His grin was devastating. They stayed in the shower until every trace of color had washed away, Klaus continuing his relentless anatomical quiz while she scrubbed paint from his skin, both of them laughing when she got an answer wrong and he found creative ways to help her remember the correct one.
By the time they finally emerged, wrapped in towels with the bathroom thick with steam, Y/N had successfully memorized twelve major muscle groups and several creative applications thereof. And Klaus had a pile of sticky notes on his counter that he absolutely was not throwing away, along with the private satisfaction of knowing his girlfriend would never look at an anatomy textbook the same way again.
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Klaus drove into her, his hands gripping her hips as she lay beneath him. But something felt off. Her responses were all there. The usual soft gasps and the way her body arched but her focus wasn't. Her hands weren't clutching at him desperately as they usually did; instead, they were...exploring. They were focused and dare he say too focused as they traced patterns across his shoulders and down his spine.
He slowed his movements, watching her face. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, her brow furrowed in concentration that had nothing to do with pleasure.
"Are you..." he began, disbelief coloring his tone, "Are you studying my musculature while I'm fucking you?"
Y/N's eyes snapped to his, a guilty flush spreading across her cheeks. "What? No! I'm—" she broke off as his expression darkened. "Maybe a little?"
Klaus stilled completely, still buried inside her, his jaw tightening. "Let me understand this correctly," he said, his accent thickening dangerously. "I have you naked beneath me, my cock inside you, and you're using this opportunity to mentally catalog my trapezius?"
She bit her lip, fighting a smile despite the tension. "It's just...they're right there," she explained weakly as he drops his head into the crook of his neck "And they're so well-defined when you're holding yourself up like this. I can see exactly where the latissimus dorsi connects to—"
"Oh my god." Klaus lifted his head to stare at her in utter disbelief. "I'm literally inside you and you're thinking about anatomy."
"It's your fault!" She tried to defend herself, fighting the smile tugging at her lips. "You made me use you as a study model and now I can't stop thinking about it!"
"That was supposed to help you pass your exam, not ruin our sex life!"
"It's not ruining—"
Klaus cut her off with a growl, pulling out of her entirely and flipping her onto her stomach in one fluid movement. Before she could protest, he'd pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. "If you insist on treating me like an anatomy lesson," he murmured against her ear, his free hand sliding beneath her to lift her hips, "then I'll make certain it's one you won't forget."
He entered her again, the new angle drawing a genuine gasp from her lips. "Now," he continued, his voice conversational as he established a punishing rhythm, "since you're so interested in muscle function, let's discuss what's happening right now."
His hand released her wrists to slide down her back, following the curve of her spine. "The erector spinae," he informed her, fingers tracing the muscles along either side of her vertebrae, "contracts to arch your back just like this."
His hand moved to grip her hip, fingers digging into the flesh there. "The gluteus medius," he continued, punctuating the words with a deep thrust that made her cry out, "stabilizes your pelvis while I'm taking you."
"Klaus," she moaned, all thoughts of studying forgotten as her fingers clutched at the sheets.
"No, no," he chided, reaching around to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple. "Pay attention, love. This is educational. The pectoralis major," he squeezed gently, "so sensitive to touch."
His other hand slid between her legs, finding her center with ease. "And here," he murmured, circling the bundle of nerves with his fingers as he continued to move within her, "is where all those nerve endings converge. Fascinating bit of anatomy, wouldn't you agree?"
Y/N could only respond with incoherent sounds of pleasure, her body trembling beneath his expert touch.
"I asked you a question," he prompted, slowing his movements until she whimpered in protest.
"Yes," she gasped out. "Fascinating. Please, Klaus—"
"Please what?" His voice was silk wrapped around steel. "Continue the anatomy lesson?"
"No!" she cried out. "Just...please."
He leaned down, his chest pressed against her back, lips at her ear. "I want to hear you say it," he demanded softly. "Tell me where your attention is now."
"On you," she breathed. "You. I swear."
He smiled against her skin, satisfaction evident in the curve of his lips. "Good girl," he praised, resuming his earlier pace. "Now, shall I demonstrate what happens when these muscles contract all at once?"
His fingers moved faster against her center, his thrusts becoming more intense as he drove her toward the edge.
"Klaus!" she cried out, her body tightening around him as release crashed over her.
He followed her moments later, his own release punctuated by a low groan against her neck. They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and ragged breathing. After several moments, Klaus rolled onto his side, pulling her against his chest. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her arm as their breathing returned to normal.
"So," he said finally, amusement coloring his tone, "did that help with your studies?"
Y/N turned in his arms to face him, her expression sheepish but satisfied. "Definitely," she admitted. "Though I'm not sure I could explain any of it on an exam."
"Perhaps not," he agreed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But I guarantee you'll never look at a muscle diagram the same way again."
She laughed, burying her face against his chest. "You're never going to let me live this down, are you?"
Klaus shook his head, a rare genuine smile softening his features. "Next time you need to study," he suggested, pulling her closer, "perhaps just ask me to pose for you properly. Less distracting for both of us."
"Where's the fun in that?" she countered, but he was already pulling her on top of him, all thoughts of anatomy lesson forgotten as her lips found his once more.
Request - the reader is Bradleys friend and even the men did not like eachother at first, Bradley ships Jake with his friend. At a beach party another guy tries to flirt with her and Jake gets jealous and insecure. - thank you to the anonymous asker who sent me some ideas for Jake
Warning - this does include some hints to smut so 18+, minors you have been warned
“I'm not going, Bradley.”
My best friend gasped like I'd kicked his favorite puppy. Sitting on one of the couches in the break room on base I leaned back giving him a stern look. “Why not?”
“Because of what happened last time and what happens neatly every time you and Hangman are in a room together. You two get into a tussle over something and I have to be the one to break it up.”
Bradley rebuttaled back, crossing his arms lazily over his chest. “That's not true.”
“You literally fought for two weeks about who had the better vehicle. And I'm sorry to tell you but if I had to choose I'd pick the truck.”
He scoffed. “You told me you loved the Bronco.”
“I love the one you drive. But I wouldn't pick it for me to drive. I grew up on ridin’ in trucks.”
Bradley lowered his gaze briefly before coming to join me on the couch. He draped an over my shoulder bringing me closer as he gave me a smile. “Come on, Y/n. We haven’t hung out in forever.”
“Well I’m sorry that my job of making sure you and everyone else in the Navy is paid is interfering with our hanging out time, Rooster.” Meeting his gaze I shook my head playfully. “But still no.”
He threw his hands up frustrated. “What can I do to get you to come? It’s a beach party and I know you love going to the beach in the evening before the sun sets so you can take sunset pictures.”
“You’re my best friend, you tell me, Bradley Bradshaw.” Laying on my back I put my keys across his lap, with my arms crossed behind my head sending him a cheeky smile waiting to hear what his answer would be.
He pursed his lips thinking for a moment before he looked down at me. “I’ll do my best to not argue with Hangman and…..I’ll buy you chilli cheese dogs at your favorite food truck.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Lieutenant mustache.” Giving him a military salute with my hand I got up editing the room but not before hearing Bradley chuckle at my nickname for him.
Unaware he’d waited until I was far enough down the hallway where he took out his phone and sent a text to a certain green eyed Texas Aviator - Y/n’s coming tonight.
A few hours later the beach party was in full swing with the Dagger Squad playing Dogfight football and beer pong. I had joined in on beer pong until I caught sight of a perfect sunset I couldn’t pass up. The sun was dropping low, turning the whole beach gold, and I slipped away from the noise. Bradley was right. I always ended up here, barefoot in the sand, chasing the last bit of light like it owed me something. I lifted my camera, adjusting the focus, when a voice came from just behind my shoulder.
“You’ve got a keeper there.”
A scream slipped out of my mouth and I lost my grip where I nearly dropped my camera, turning my head sharply seeing a guy standing behind me. “Ahhh!”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on you. That’s a killer shot.” The strange guy had curly brown hair from what I could see with him being a few feet away, hands tucked into the pockets of his board shorts, expression warm and friendly.
“Oh,” I said, lowering the camera a little. “Thanks. The light’s perfect right now.”
He nodded toward the horizon. “You come out here a lot? You look like you know what you’re doing.”
“I mean….I try.” I laughed under my breath. “I’m not a pro or anything.”
“You could’ve fooled me.” He stepped closer enough to see the screen when I tilted the camera toward him. “Wow. That’s really good. You’ve got an eye for color.”
“Thanks. I just like catching moments before they disappear.”
“That’s a talent,” he said, and there was something genuine in his tone as he held out his hand. “I’m Mason, by the way.”
“Y/n.”
“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” He smiled, soft and easy while we shook hands. “So… what got you into photography?”
I shifted my weight, letting the waves roll over my toes as I answered. “My mom used to take pictures of everything. I guess it stuck. I like freezing things that feel… temporary.”
“That’s a cool way to put it. If you ever need a model, I'd volunteer. I promise I’m good at following directions.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
He grinned hearing a playful laugh come from my lips at his previous words. “I’m serious. You’ve got talent. And you look like you actually enjoy this.”
Mason stepped closer to me, opening his mouth to say something but he was cut off when someone ran past us and a hand shot past my shoulder so fast I barely registered it before my camera was gone.
“What the— Jake!” I spun around to see Jake Seresin standing a few feet away, my camera dangling from his hand like he’d just plucked a toy from a toddler. His grin was pure trouble, too sharp, smug, and entirely too pleased with himself.
“Careful, sweetheart,” he drawled, lifting the camera higher when I reached for it. “You’re gonna drop this thing letting strangers crowd you.”
“Jake. Give it back.”
“Nope.” He popped the “p” like he was enjoying himself way too much.
Mason blinked, clearly thrown. “Uh… I didn’t mean to-”
Jake didn’t even look at him. He just kept his eyes on me, that infuriating smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Lunging in his direction he stepped back, raising the camera over his head like he was six‑foot‑something of pure, petty chaos. Swatting my hands I did my best to reach for it but he had longer arms than me. “Jake! Stop! Give it you’re going to drop it!”
“Relax,” he said, backing farther into the sand. “I’ve got good hands.”
“Oh my god,” I groaned, half laughing despite myself. “You’re impossible.”
“I’ll, uh… let you two handle that.” Behind me, Mason cleared his throat. “Have a good night, Y/n.”
Slumping my shoulders I huffed towards the blonde aviator holding my camera hostage for no good reason. It was annoying. Although I guess I can’t complain it’s definitely better than him arguing with my best friend all the time. Shooting him a glare I scoffed at him. “Great, you scared him off.”
“I didn’t scare him off.” Jake shrugged, still holding my camera hostage. “He just got the hint.”
“What hint?!”
“That you don’t need him hovering over you.”
I stared at him, stunned. “He wasn’t hovering. We were talking.”
“Looked like hovering from where I was standing.”
Rolling my eyes I ran at him again where he bolted into a run away from me where we started a game of cat and mouse with my camera. Jake dangled the camera from its strap near my reach but the second my fingers barely brushed it he snatched it away. Clutching my hands into fists I growled under my breath. “Jake, give. It. Back.”
He tilted his head, eyes dancing. “Say please.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Then I guess I’m keeping it.”
“You don’t even know how to use it!”
“Sure I do,” he said, lifting it to his eye. “Point and click, right?”
“Jake!”
He held his arms open with a grin on his face as he laughed with such joy. “Come and get me, Y/n.”
Kicking up some sand I charged at him with all the strength I had, slamming into his chest where he unexpectedly lost his footing. Together we tumbled down to the sandy ground becoming a tangled set of arms and legs, covered in sand from head to toe. Jake landed on his back gripping onto the camera so it didn’t hit the ground and bust while his other arm wrapped around my waist holding me against him. My palms hit his bare chest, hair falling over his face and a thick blush covering my face realizing how close we were to each other.
“Jake….”
He whispered, keeping his green eyes focused on me. “Y/n….”
“Why did you scare off, Mason?. He wasn’t doing anything wrong.”
“Yes, he was.”
Blowing a raspberry in his face I pushed my hands on his chest, forcing myself upright to stand above him with my hands on my hips. “What the heck is wrong with you, Seresin. You just scared off a guy simply talking with me.”
“That was obvious flirting, sweetheart.”
Rolling my eyes I glanced over my shoulder towards Bradley who was lazily sitting in a beach chair with his sunglasses sitting on top of his head. He shifted his gaze in my direction, raising his fist and punching the air with a cheeky smirk playing on his lips for a reason I didn’t understand at all. “You’re jealous aren’t you?” Turning my attention back to the aviator I knitted my brows together.
“I’m not jealous. I can just tell when people shouldn’t be hovering over you.”
Stepping toward him in two quick strides there was barely any distance between us then. Gazes intensely locked on one another. “You don’t have any reason to be jealous. We are not a couple, Seresin.” Our chests were nearly touching and I could feel my breath mixing with his own. My mind was trying to still understand why my best friend was smirking at me while I was talking with someone he couldn’t stand.
“You’re right. We’re not.” He responded back to me, closing more of the almost invisible gap between us. Our noses brushing against each other.
“Jake….”
Opening my mouth I went to say more until he completely closed the gap, pressing his lips down onto mine with fierce determination. His hands cradled my face as I felt my camera hit me in the side as it swung from his movements but the strap was thankfully secured around his neck so it wouldn’t hit the sand. A gasp slipped out of my mouth shortly disappearing once I kissed him back with the same level of passion that apparently had been building inside of me.
Running my hands up his chest I wrapped my arms around his neck deepening it even more. He in turn moved one hand to the back of my head, tugging on some of my hair drawing a moan from me. And we would have remained like this if it wasn’t for the fact that we needed air to breathe. Jake drew back first panting heavily while he rested his forehead against mine, holding my face in his palms still.
“We’re not a couple. I know that. And I have tried to not fall in love with you, believe me I have tried.”
I attempted to cut him off. “You don’t have to explain.”
“Yes, I do. I know it’s not what you want to hear but I tried to not fall in love with you. I tried because you’re Bradshaw’s best friend meaning you probably wouldn’t be able to stand me. But it didn’t work because I am crazy in love with you Y/n.”
Messing with the hair at the nape of his neck I felt a huge grin spreading across my face at the deep confession I had just seen drawn out from Jake Hangman Seresin. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Neither can I.” He chuckled as his cheeks turned a light pink catching me off guard because I swear I’d never seen him insecure or embarrassed before. “But I couldn’t face the idea of someone else being with you ... .cause I love how you always take sunset pictures. I love that you aren’t afraid to tell me when I’m acting like an arrogant idiot and I love how you know what you want out of life. And now I’m just really hoping I can be the guy for you.”
“Bradley is sooo going to kick your ass for this.” Giggling up at him I tugged his lips down to meet mine again. He chuckled into the kiss, making me laugh at the feeling.
“He actually got me to come over here. Said somethin’ like who’s that guy talking with Y/n and something else. I stopped listening once he said your name.”
A laugh came out of my mouth, gently wrapping my fingers around the chain of his dog tags. “Sounds like I’ll have to thank him then. After I kick his butt for meddling in my love life.”
“What are you gonna do to me, darlin’?”
Biting my lip I hummed, pausing to think of a response. “Stealing my camera doesn’t make this look good for you, Hangman.”
“Definitely understand. But if I can make one suggestion, can you wait until tomorrow to kick my ass cause I’d really like to keep kissin’ you.”
Jumping up I wrapped my arms and legs around his neck and waist and thanks to his quick reflexes he didn’t even come close to dropping me. “Take me to bed or lose me forever, Jake Seresin.” Nuzzling my nose against his I found some confidence despite how pink my cheeks had turned.
Jake Seresin didn’t need to be told twice, he tightened his arms around my back rushing as fast as he could to his truck parked in the parking lot. He set me down on my feet fumbling with his car keys where it took him a minute to get my door opened. The drive I don’t recall simply because I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him, thinking that if I looked away I’d wake up from this unbelievable dream where he is in love with me. Eventually we’d ended up at his place stumbling through the front door and into his bedroom. His rough hands stilled from touching me any further when I trailed my hands down his chest, looping my fingers into the bottom of his shirt tugging on it.
Raising my gaze up to meet his sea-green eyes I felt a nervous feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. “Jake, are you alright?” He was currently watching me like he’s memorizing my face.
“I….uh….I don’t want to mess this up.”
“Why do you think you would?”
He shrugged his shoulders blushing a deep red with his breathing becoming uneven with every word. “I don’t know. I’ve just….ive wanted this for so long that - I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and wish this didn’t happen.“
Leaning up on my toes I grasped the fabric of his shirt, bringing his lips down onto mine with a faint tug of his collar. He stiffened briefly till I felt him loosen and let himself get lost in the short passionate kiss. “That isn’t gonna happen, Jake. I know you wouldn’t let that happen. Now are we going to do this or not?” Searching his facial expression I waited for his answer, knowing deep down I could get through the insecure side of this man.
It was like a switch had been flipped inside his head as he reached down grasping the bottom of his shirt yanking it up and over his head. He tossed it somewhere in the room, gently grasping the bottom of my shirt and slowly removing it. The next thing I did was bend down removing my own shorts and underneath and he removed his own. Jake took a step forward cupping my face again as we fell back onto the mattress, his body hovering above my own. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”
“Don’t you dare. Just kiss me please.” My hands found his bare chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath my fingertips.
Jake kissed me then, a deep, slow kiss that was both gentle and consuming. his eyes never leaving my face. My fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed my neck, my lips, sending shivers through me. Soon we became a mess of tangled limbs and wandering hands as we got lost in the feeling of each other. The pleasure and enjoyment came over until Jake separated from me flopping onto his back attempting to catch his breath. “I love you, Y/n.” He panted, running a hand through his tousled blonde hair.
“I love you too.” Rolling over onto my side I laid my head on his bare chest, grinning up at him as he leans down kissing my forehead softly.
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