#marvel musician au

[lives-in-midgard]

The Story Of Us

(Musician AU Part 1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: When your best friend Yelena convinced you to go to a blind date you were surprised when you saw a familiar face there.

Word Count: 1380

A/N: Hey everyone! This is the first part of Steve's Story in my musician AU. I hope you like it! The divider is made by @firefly-graphics.

Part 1 | Part 2

Masterlist | Musician AU

You don’t like first dates, especially blind dates. It’s been a while since you have been in a relationship, and you didn’t plan on going on a date very soon. But when your best friend Yelena who works at the bar you are currently in told she found the right guy for you, you couldn’t say no to her. You really couldn’t, Yelena wouldn’t accept a no. That’s why you were now sitting in the corner of Romanoff’s bar waiting for your date. You listened to the music and looked to Yelena. Suddenly you could see a guy with a cap walking up to her and she stopped what she was doing. Yelena greeted him and then they both looked at you. You couldn’t see his face because the cap and his glasses were covering his face but he kinda looked familiar to you. When he started to walk to you, you got more nervous and the more near he came the more familiar he looked. When he stood in front of your table, and you looked into his ocean blue eyes you immediately knew who he was.

It’s Steve Rogers

Your Steve

Your high school best friend Steve

The Steve you had a huge crush on

The Steve you left because you couldn’t see him with someone else anymore.

The Steve who is now in the famous band Midnight Rockers

Memories started to fill your head. Good memories but also sad ones. You and Steve. When you first met in high school, becoming best friends, laughing, and having so much fun together, him playing his first song to you. Steve was always by your side when you were feeling down. Steve telling you that he wants to make a band with his best friends Bucky and Sam, later they met Clint, and he became a band member too. And then something happened, and you started to get feelings for him. You studied the whole night together and then you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder.

But then one day Steve told you about his feelings for Peggy and asked for your help. You gave him advice and after a while they were a couple. They were very happy together, so you and Steve didn’t spend as much time together anymore. When Steve asked her out to prom right in front of you, you decided to go to another college than him. You couldn’t see them so happy together every day, it just made you so sad. Leaving Steve and the boys was one of the hardest decisions in your life. You told him that you would stay friends but after a while you didn’t text him anymore. It made you sad and Steve too. You listened to every song they put on YouTube and when a music producer found them, and they were selling their first album you couldn’t be happier for them. You never stopped following his music career and were very proud of how far he has come. On some days you thought about calling him and telling him how proud you are of him and that you missed him. But you were too afraid, so you never called him and just admired his music from a far. What you didn’t know was how sad, and hurt Steve felt when you left. He wrote songs about you and when they got popular, they even released it.

It was such a long time since you saw him in person and now, he was suddenly standing right in front of you, looking at you with his beautiful eyes.

“Steve?” You said in the exact same time as he said your name. You began to blush and then also started to wonder how Yelena knew him.

“Can I sit down?” He asked you. You weren’t sure if it is a good idea, but you were also happy to see him again. You have been thinking and daydreaming about this moment for a long time and now it’s here. Maybe it’s a sign you thought.

“Sure.” You said with a shaky voice, and he sat down on the chair on the other side of the table.

“I can leave if you don’t want me to stay.” Steve softly said and took of his glasses that were only there so he won’t get recognized from fans or other people who could know him from his band.

“No, it’s just I…I wasn’t expecting you.” Steve scratched his neck and then began to talk.

“I’m sorry, I also had no idea that you’re the one Yelena said I should meet.”

“How do you know Yelena?” You asked.

“Her sister Natasha is a good friend of mine.” You nodded.

“Maybe, it’s better if I leave.” Steve suddenly said and wanted to stand up.

“No, wait. Maybe we could talk, only if you want of course.” Steve sat back down, and you continued.

“There were so many times when I thought of calling or texting you.”

“You did?” Steve asked and you nodded.

“Me too. I missed you so much there were so many things that I wanted to tell you, especially when we made our first album that time was really crazy.” You could see a sad look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry that we lost contact.” You said and felt really sorry but back then it felt like the right thing to do.

“Hey, it’s okay. You probably had a lot to do at college and stuff.” Steve guessed and you nodded. It was right you had a lot to do but someday you felt so alone but decided to not call him.

“So, what did I miss all those years?” Steve asked and you chuckled. Then you told him almost everything he missed. Steve listened interested and asked a lot questions. Of course, you also asked him some questions. You laughed, talked and talked. You two had such a good time that you didn’t even recognize how late it got. Suddenly you realized the song that was played in the background and began to smile. It was the song Steve and you always listened while learning for school. Steve chuckled and then began to sing along to it, and you hid your face with your hands.

“Come sing with me. “When you put your hands away you saw Steve singing with a smile. You were to shy to sing in front of him especially now that he is a professional singer.

“I’m not a good singer, Steve.”

“That’s not important we’re just having fun.” Steve softly said and you were about to start when the music suddenly stopped.

“But next time you sing with me, okay?” You nodded and after a while you looked around you and saw that only a few people were there anymore. You saw Yelena grinning at you from the bar. You looked at your clock and saw that it was already late. You and Steve both decided that it was time to leave. Steve walked over to the bar and paid for the both of you. You said that he didn’t have to, but he insisted in it. Steve walked you to your car and when it was time to say goodbye you didn’t want this to end.

“I’m glad Yelena told you to come. It was nice to see you again.” You smiled and Steve smiled back.

“Me too and I promise this time we won’t lose each other again.” Steve then asked for your phone number and told you to text him when you are home safe. Before leaving you gave him a quick hug and then opened the door to your car.

When you got home you texted Steve. After a few minutes he texted back:

“I’m glad you’re home safe. Goodnight, sweet dreams.”

You smiled to yourself and were happy to have him back in your life. When you were in bed you noticed that you didn’t talk about if it was a date or not. Probably not you thought, it would be better to just stay friends. Or you hoped that you could because if he is as cute as back in high school then you would have no chance in not falling in love with him.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x you fluff #steve rogers #steve rogers fluff #steve x reader #steve x you #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america #captain america x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel musician au #musician au #musician steve #chris evans

[flumet]

Starkbucks High School AU

"In the darkest nights, we find solace in each other's embrace"

Jock/Artist Steve, Badboy/Genius Tony, Class Represetative/Musician Bucky

#marvel moodboard #marvel #moodboard #steve rogers moodboard #tony stark moodboard #bucky barnes moodboard #au #high school #high school au #college #college au #university #jock steve #artist steve #badboy tony #genius tony #musician bucky #starkbucks #polyamory #grainy aesthetic #flumet moodboard

[hezikas]

You Are The Right One | Chapter 1

Dad!Aegon II Targaryen x Nanny!Reader (modern au)

Summary: Following a devastating event involving his ex-girlfriend, Aegon is now a full-time single father to his daughter. However, with a jam-packed schedule due to his ongoing tour, he's struggling to balance his parenting duties with his high-profile career as a musician. To ease the burden, Aegon heeds his sister Helaena's advice and hires a stay-in nanny. But what he doesn't realize is that this decision will have unexpected consequences that will turn his life on its head.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen/Reader

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of any characters from House of the Dragon, as they are the intellectual property of George R.R. Martin. Furthermore, I must acknowledge that this story is heavily influenced by the book 'The Nanny' written by Lana Ferguson.

Just a heads up I did not proofread this and english is not my first language.

Taglist: @julieeba  @delilah1990 @fan-goddess @shit-posts420​ @watercolorskyy​ 

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As you sit staring at your inbox, you hardly expect to hear back from A. Targaryen so soon after sending your email. And yet, her eagerness to meet you catches you off guard. The surprise only grows when she suggests the meeting take place at Red Keep, one of the most extravagant restaurants in all of King's Landing.

"Red Keep, huh," you murmured, a hint of disbelief creeping into your voice. "Is this how rich people hold interviews?"

You are aware that dining at Red Keep would be an extravagant expense, potentially amounting to half of your savings from your two months of hard work at the local pediatric clinic, a job that you held dear in your heart and still harbor resentment towards being fired from.

You push the thought aside and head to your small closet to pick out the most formal clothing you can find which is the black dress that you had worn to your college graduation. You hope that it will suit the occasion and not make you look out of place in such a lavish setting. Furthermore, since you are under the suspicion that the family you will be working for as a nanny is even more affluent than you initially believed. 

You recalled your experience of assisting children at the clinic, thinking that it had prepared you well for this new job. 

"This should be a piece of cake," you told yourself as you made your way to the Red Keep restaurant. 

However, deep down, you couldn't shake off the nervousness that came with starting a new job. You held on to the hope that this job would be as fulfilling as your previous one, and that the kid you would be taking care of would appreciate your efforts, just as the ones at the clinic did.

As you step inside the restaurant, you are greeted by a stunning hostess exuding an air of sophistication. She wears a perfectly tailored skirt and blouse that match the upscale decor of the place. Her sleek, polished appearance is completed by a pair of heels. The way she carries herself speaks volumes about the high standards of the establishment.

"Good evening, ma'am. Do you have a reservation?" she asked, pasting on a fake smile and emphasizing the word ‘reservation’ as if knowing you couldn't afford a single thing in the restaurant, not even their appetizers.

"Yes, under A. Targaryen," you replied confidently, determined to show her that you belonged in such a high-class establishment. The hostess's body suddenly changed after hearing the name you had mentioned. 

"Ah, right this way, Mr. Targaryen will be with you shortly" she said, leading you to a private table at the back of the restaurant. 

Mr. Targaryen? Did I hear her right? Maybe I misheard her. you thought to yourself.

As you marveled at the opulence of the restaurant's decor, a waiter approached you to inquire if you would like to begin with any appetizers. You decided to forego the appetizers and instead ordered a water, realizing that the unfriendly hostess was right about you not being able to afford the extravagant menu items. While waiting for your future boss, you occupied yourself by scrolling through your phone.

“Excuse me,” someone says.

The unexpected sound made you choke on your water, causing some to dribble down your chin. Embarrassed, you quickly wiped it away with a napkin. As you finished cleaning up, a face came into your view.

Motherf–

Your mind struggled to comprehend the sight before you. The man standing in front of you possessed a captivating appearance, with sharp, chiseled facial features and a prominent jawline. His eyes were a pale shade of purple, reminiscent of delicate lilacs in full bloom, and seemed to emit an otherworldly aura. His platinum blond hair was styled back, accentuating the angles of his face, and appeared to shimmer in the light, giving it an almost supernatural quality. He was a breathtakingly beautiful sight, resembling a creature from a dream.

In short, the man before you was none other than Aegon Targaryen, the world-renowned singer whose soulful voice had captivated millions.

"Excuse me, are you Y/N?" he asked, his voice like a melody that could soothe any troubled soul.

As your eyes remained transfixed on the ethereal man, his lips moved, and you suddenly snapped out of your reverie. Realizing that he had posed a question, you struggled to gather your composure before finally managing to respond, "Y-Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, Mr. Targaryen."

Aegon flashed you a charming smile that could easily disarm even the most composed individuals. "Please, call me Aegon. Mr. Targaryen makes me feel old," he remarked, his tone tinged with a touch of playfulness.

As he spoke, you couldn't help but question his age. He certainly appeared older than you, though not excessively so. There was an air of maturity about him, but he retained a youthful essence. Still, you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from him, entranced by his presence.

"Right," you stammered. 

"I'm Y/N. Y/N L/N," you introduced yourself, trying to regain your composure in the midst of his charismatic presence. As you pushed away from the table, he extended his hand at the same moment you were about to do the same. The result? A clumsy collision of palms and fingers, turning the handshake into a tangled mess reminiscent of a chaotic game of Twister.

Both of you were taken aback by the unexpected jumble of hands. Your face flushed a deep shade of crimson, and Aegon let out a nervous chuckle, attempting to diffuse the awkwardness that hung in the air.

"I apologize for asking you to meet me here. With my busy schedule leading up to my tour, I've been trying my best to fit everything in. I thought it would be convenient to have our interview while I have a meeting later at 8:45 pm, so I hope we can wrap up quickly."

"It's not a problem. I initially thought it was customary to conduct such meetings over dinner, especially at a place like this, but I figured..." The realization dawns on you, and you can't help but feel a tinge of embarrassment as you cover your eyes, trying to hide your flushed face.

"Oh my God. This wasn't a dinner interview. You wanted to talk to me before your upcoming meeting."

"I should have... been clearer in my email."

"I can't believe it. I wore this silly dress, and..."

"It's actually a very nice dress," he interjects, a touch of amusement in his voice as he finds your little outburst endearing.

"I must seem completely ridiculous..."

"Really, you don't," he assures you.

"I can be so oblivious sometimes. I apologize."

He continues to look amused, finding your moment of self-doubt and realization rather cute.

"You're welcome to order something," he suggests. "If you feel like it. I don't mind." 

"Thank you, but I think I have to excuse myself now. Perhaps it's best if I just leave, don't you think? This situation is already spiraling into a disaster." 

"Wait, no," he interjects, reaching out his hand as you try to make your escape.

"Please don't do that." You halt in your tracks, uncertain if he still intends to proceed with the interview. Perhaps he's having second thoughts as well. You speculate.

"Are you still interested in interviewing me?"

"To be frank," he sighed, his voice laced with genuine surprise, "no other applicant even comes close to your credentials. CPR training, First Aid certification, and experience working at a prestigious pediatric clinic. The references I checked couldn't stop raving about you. It seemed they were truly saddened to see you go."

"Yes, it was disheartening when circumstances forced me to leave," you admitted, a tinge of nostalgia in your voice. "Funding issues plagued the clinic. I cherished every moment there."

"Well," he chuckled softly, "it appears their loss may be my gain. Your résumé astounded me when it landed in my inbox."

"But now that you've met me, I imagine you're starting to doubt its authenticity," you remarked, a trace of self-deprecation evident in your words.

Aegon's laughter escaped, a restrained mirth accompanied by a gentle downturn of his gaze, as if he didn't want to appear disrespectful. Given the awkwardness of this initial encounter, such caution was understandable.

"No," he reassured, his voice warm. "I have no doubts about its authenticity. Although I must admit, I am curious. With your remarkable background, why seek a nanny position?"

The air held a moment of anticipation as you contemplated his question, the unspoken desires and motivations that brought you to this point.

You released a heavy sigh, leaning in closer over the table, gathering the courage to share your truth. "Can I speak honestly with you?"

Aegon leaned forward, his eyes displaying genuine interest. "I would prefer nothing less," he replied, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

Taking a moment to compose your thoughts, you began, "I'm currently in my final year of a graduate program. As I mentioned in my email, I lost my job due to downsizing. Rent in this city has become exorbitant, and to be completely frank, I'm in need of financial stability. Moreover, the offer of free room and board is an opportunity I can't dismiss. It would alleviate a significant burden on top of everything else."

A furrow formed on his forehead, suggesting that a concern had surfaced, and you braced yourself for the rejection you feared was imminent. "Regarding that," he began, his tone serious, "I feel compelled to inform you that it's a live-in position, but I want to be entirely transparent. It's just me and my daughter. Rest assured, you would have your own room, practically an entire floor to yourself, complete privacy. However, I understand if this arrangement might make you uncomfortable."

In all your years of existence, it seemed rather extraordinary that your first encounter of living with a strikingly attractive man would unfold within the realm of a fully immersive fictional scenario. Though a part of you longed to inquire about the other parent in this situation, if only to quell your inner turmoil, your rational mind vehemently warned against such a misstep.

With practiced precision, you adorned your face with a professional smile, masking the whirlwind of thoughts swirling within. "I don't anticipate any issues on my end. However, in the spirit of complete transparency... I'm currently enrolled in a hybrid program at KL's."

Curiosity flickered in Aegon's eyes as he sought clarification. "What does that mean?"

A faint chuckle escaped your lips as you unraveled the intricacies of your schedule. "Essentially, it means that the majority of my coursework is conducted online, affording me the flexibility to manage it during the evenings after work. However, two weekends every month, I'm required to attend on-campus classes. And most of the jobs I've applied for have struggled to accommodate my schedule, rendering it somewhat of a deal breaker." A wistful smile accompanied your admission.

Aegon pondered your words, a hint of amusement dancing in his gaze. "Well, it appears that I might be the sole individual who recognizes the true value of your impressive credentials."

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Note: I apologize for the delay in releasing Chapter 1. Unfortunately, I unexpectedly fell ill with a viral infection shortly after posting the sneak peek. Despite that, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please understand that some parts may not be as well-written as I had initially intended, as I wrote them while I was still unwell. That’s all. Thank you for reading.

#Aegon Targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic

[theamazingdigitalmarchingband]

COME ONE, COME ALL!!! You’re Invited To See The BEST BAND In The WHOLE Digital Realm!

Welcome to the Amazing Digital Marching Band!!! I, your conductor Caine, have gathered the VERY BEST musicians in ALL THE LAND to give you the most jaw-dropping, heart-stopping, mind-bending marching band you've ever laid your eyes AND ears upon! Don't be afraid and come on in! Diddle around with your favorite woodwinds, scream loud and proud with the brass, and keep perfect time and tempo with the percussion gang! I guarantee you, this band will be the best in all of the digital land, and you will NOT be disappointed by the marvels these hard-working individuals pull off! So get your instruments, get your drill, and get set! Rehearsal is about to begin, my friends! I salute to all a wonderful time here in this beautiful, musical, inescapable world!

Signed with a Salute, Caine, Head Drum Major

The Amazing Digital Marching Band, sometimes abbreviated as TADMB, is an Alternative Universe to the independently animated series "The Amazing Digital Circus". This alternate universe takes on the question of "What would it be like to be stuck in a never-ending cycle of marching and concert seasons?" as well as "What would band practice in complete virtual reality be like?" To be put more simply, each main character found within "The Amazing Digital Circus" is assigned a different role that are typically shown in a high school/collegiate marching band. These roles are as follows:

-Caine: Head Drum Major -Pomni: (Assistant) Drum Major -Ragatha: Flute (Woodwinds) -Jax: Trumpet (Brass) -Gangle: Color Guard -Zooble: Marching Snare (Battery) -Kinger: Gong And Bass Drum (Pit/Auxiliary)

Each character takes on a different piece that helps make a marching band full. One cannot exist without the other. Within this AU, the characters are shown going through the typical struggles, hardships, and perseverance that marching band members have to go through, but also shows the much more positive side of marching band: the community, the trust, and the lifelong friends.

This AU might even involve more than just marching band, leaking out into the daily lives that the characters live within the digital world they're trapped in, other interests they have besides music, and also possibly incorporating the fact that this AU takes heavy inspiration from high school marching bands by adding in elements of high school life, such as other "classes" the band members might be taking.

GENERAL ASK BOX RULES!

Do YOU have any questions for our talented performers? Any burning confusion that you want to confess? Than look no further than the BAND BOX! This is where you can gain information about the band, as well as some of the students within it! Just click "Ask The Band Members!", type in your question (anons are welcome!), and send it in to get an answer from our folks! However, there are some rules that you must follow in order to place a note in the Band Box! This is an EDUCATIONAL ENVIRONMENT after all, so please follow these rules our students have curated: -NO NSFW. None of the characters are comfortable answering questions like that and neither are...they. The person that created us. The one almighty. I wonder what they look like... -NO SHIP ASKS! As our creator has told me to state, "They encourage shipping of any of the characters/pairings you enjoy, as long as its not problematic! No ships are canon within this AU because they encourage enjoyers of all Digital Circus ships to enjoy shipping their favorite characters together without discourse! So please don't ask about any ships, but feel free to make your own ship content for this AU!" -NO OFFENSIVE ASKS. This encompasses basically everything on a basic DNI list, such as homo/trans/enby/xenogenderphobia, hate against any religion, xenophobia, misogyny, racism, sexism, discrimination, ableism, etc. Hate towards any characters/hate asks are also not permitted. -All in all please be kind and think about what you're typing before you send it! Our creator is currently very busy and is in the home stretch school-wise, so answers to asks may take bit of time! Please be patient!

The band members are excited to meet you and answer your questions! Once again, welcome to the Official Ask Blog for The Amazing Digital Marching Band!!!

Note From THE CREATOR :O

Hello! Welcome to my very first ask blog! I have never run an ask blog before, so I’m looking forward to this experience! I hope you all enjoy the content I create for this blog as much as I enjoy creating it! March on, March strong! -Mod Hino

A POLL???

Yes, my lovely little readers! That is correct! A POLL!!! If you have been so courteous to read this post all the way down here, YOU get to choose which character of "The Amazing Digital Marching Band" cast will get a fully-fledged reference sheet first! The poll will ask a week, and then I will start on the character that has the most votes! So choose wisely!

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc fanart #amazing digital circus #tadc zooble #tadc ragatha #tadc kinger #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc gangle #tadc caine #the amazing digital marching band #zooble fanart #ragatha fanart #kinger fanart #pomni fanart #jax fanart #gangle fanart #au #alternate universe #gangle #zooble #kinger #ragatha #jax #caine #pomni #caine fanart

[nerdraging4point0]

Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Eight // Polyverse AU

Tropes and Tags: why choose romance, MF, MFM, MFMM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only minors DNI. PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

The work below contains fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

Taglist(click to be added): @ladyveronikawrites @synthetic-wasp-570 @beaker1636 @thesazzb @itsjustemily @vinyardmauro @circle-with-me @tearfallpixie @poisongirl616 @shilohrosechicken @th0ughts-pr4yers @meliferafaerie @letmeadoreyoux @latenightmusiclover @transparentwitchnightmare @cookiesupplier @concreteemo @rumoured-whispers

Eve's POV

I was barely back home in Colorado working for a few weeks before putting in a new vacation request. I had the time, that wasn’t the issue, but the way my boss emailed me and asked me to push it out for the week after my initial request sounded like she was already annoyed. I reluctantly did as she asked and the time off was approved, but her tone filled my insides with guilt. One of these days I was going to have to put my foot down and have one of the boys visit me, no matter how inconvenient it was for work. The thought of bringing one of them back to my small two bedroom apartment that I shared with my saint-like roommate made me chuckle - she would die of shock hearing our loud, raucous extracurricular activities. With Chris, we were always vocal and laughing - sex was a fun game for us. But with Noah, it was endless; sometimes slow and sensual, other times quick and dirty, but always endless. The man had no rebound time whatsoever.

The moment my plane's wheels made contact with the tarmac at LAX, I felt a swell of excitement. Though my visit would only last a week, I was eager to make the most of my short time in the city of angels. As the plane taxied to the gate, I grabbed my trusty backpack from under the seat in front of me and pulled my carry-on from the overhead bin. I was traveling light, having packed only the essentials for my quick jaunt through LA.

I had timed my trip strategically. Noah was about to embark on the European leg of his worldwide tour. We both happened to be passing through LA this week before going our separate ways again. Noah would be completely preoccupied with last-minute tour prep during my visit. Likewise, Chris was already on a tour of his own. With the guys absorbed in their music careers, I was off the hook for any major travel plans or events after this. My boss would certainly be pleased that work commitments wouldn't be disrupted. 

Noah was waiting at the baggage claim in his signature casual style - cotton shorts showing off his tattooed athletic legs, calf-high socks paired with classic white Vans sneakers, and a soft t-shirt layered under an unzipped black windbreaker. As soon as I spotted him across the crowded airport, I felt a thrill of excitement and familiarity wash over me. Abandoning my luggage mid-stride, I ran full speed into his open arms. Noah enveloped me in a warm, tight hug, lifting me off my feet and spinning me around right there in the baggage claim. Our reunion was so emotional that Folio simply shook his head in amusement as he dutifully gathered my forgotten bags to clear them out of the busy foot traffic. I was too preoccupied to care or even notice. With my face buried happily in the crook of Noah's neck, I breathed in his comforting scent - a mix of fresh laundry and his woodsy deodorant. As I leaned back to admire his beloved face, I suddenly realized his shaggy, shoulder-length brown hair was gone. In its place was a dramatically shorter, cleaner style with his hair trimmed neatly above his ears. I ran my fingers through the top of his glossy brown locks, marveling at this stylish new look. Noah smiled sheepishly at my reaction, shaking his head a little in an endearing display of shyness. I couldn't help but giggle at this rare moment of vulnerability from my normally confident boyfriend.

"Do you like it?" he asked, his broad white smile practically blinding me even in the dim indoor light of the airport.

Unable to contain my enthusiasm, I exclaimed "Like it? I love it!" and pulled his head down to shower his soft, short hair with excited kisses.

It was a typical overcast afternoon in Los Angeles as Noah drove the three of us down to The Grove shopping center for a fun day out. As we strolled leisurely through the bustling outdoor mall, hand in hand, I was struck by a deep sense of contentment. Noah's sturdy arm wrapped protectively around my shoulders, gently guiding me to his side where he would plant the softest of kisses on top of my head. I couldn't help but wrap my own arms tightly around his torso, nuzzling my face into his side, breathing in his warm, familiar scent. At that moment, I felt like I was finally home again after so much time apart. While we browsed the trendy shops, Noah picked out a new cologne that made him smell fresh and masculine. Meanwhile, Folio found some stylish new sneakers that he just had to have. Despite the gloomy weather, being together and enjoying simple outings like this filled me with gratitude. Noah's affectionate gestures reassured me that our connection was as strong as ever.

The warm pressure of Noah's hand in mine as we strolled down the busy street made my heart flutter. I thought back to my last meeting with Chris, when he had professed his love for me not just once, but twice. At first, I was caught off guard, unsure of how to respond. But the second time, his words resonated within me and I realized that I reciprocated those feelings. Now, walking hand-in-hand with Noah, I was overcome with a similar warmth and affection. As he teased Folio playfully, I was filled with lightness, as if my stomach had disappeared entirely, leaving behind a hollowness that was somehow pleasant and freeing. Noah's voice broke through my reverie as he gave my hand a soft squeeze. "How about Mexican?'' he asked with a smile.

Alma was nothing like I expected. The restaurant was a stunning two-story building with a beautiful Spanish Mediterranean architectural style. I wasn't surprised when the staff looked at Noah with some concern as we entered. Between his and Folio's casual style of dress, with Noah covered in tattoos, and my own post-travel exhaustion, we didn't look nearly as polished and high-end as the patrons they were used to seeing. But despite our appearance, they didn't turn us away at the door. We were promptly shown to our table.

Once seated, Noah eagerly ordered himself the Birria de Res, a traditional Mexican beef stew, while Folio and I opted for the shrimp dish with a chipotle cream sauce. Not missing a beat, Folio quickly ordered himself a beer and became absorbed in scrolling through his phone. With a few moments to ourselves before the food arrived, Noah reached over and gently took my hand, pulling my chair closer to his.

"I'm sorry I will only get a week with you. It seems like forever since I saw you last," he said wistfully. I leaned in, touching our foreheads together in a tender moment. 

"Your birthday was a long time ago, Noah," I replied, thinking back to the last time we had been together in person, over five months ago now. While we had spoken on the phone every day since then, the long separation had been harder to endure than I had anticipated.

"I know, I'm sorry," he offered sincerely. I gave his hand an understanding squeeze. “How’s Chris?” When Noah asked about Chris, it brought a smile to my face. Chris and Noah had never been close - Chris was always too focused on living in the moment to care much about my boyfriend. But during our late night phone calls and text messages, Noah knew exactly who I was talking to. Though Chris didn't pay him much mind, Noah made an effort to ask about him, showing he cared about the people who mattered to me. 

“He’s good. He dyed his hair purple.” thinking back to the new edgy fade he was trying to keep secret until his upcoming music video release. Chris wanted the dramatic hair change to shock his fans and keep them guessing, building anticipation for the video that wouldn't come out for many months. I had bet him that he couldn't go that long without revealing the new 'do. Noah laughed at the idea, certain that people would notice long before the video debut. Unlike Chris, Noah was constantly being photographed and scrutinized in public. But Chris didn't have the same level of fame, so I thought he just might be able to pull off the covert purple hair until his big reveal.

As our food was passed out to us I noticed across the room a couple girls in their twenties whispering at each other across the table, their eyes locked on our table.

The hushed voices and furtive glances in our direction immediately put me on edge. I felt their eyes boring into us, no doubt recognizing Noah as an up-and-coming celebrity. My gut twisted with unease as I saw one girl slyly pull out her phone, her thumbs flying across the screen. Were they taking photos? Texting their friends about spotting Noah out to dinner? The heat rising in my cheeks confirmed my worst fears - our private date was about to become public fodder for gossip blogs and social media.

Noah's style and abundance of tattoos made him stand out in any crowd. I had naively hoped the girls were simply judging his appearance, writing him off as some spoiled trust fund kid living off his parents' money. But the laser-focused attention on our table left no doubt we had been made. My budding romance with Noah was about to be splashed across the internet, our intimate dinner reduced to salacious clickbait.

As reality sunk in, my anxiety spiked. I knew the fame game came with dating someone like Noah. But I wasn't prepared for our relationship to become a public spectacle so soon. My private life was on the verge of being picked apart by strangers and I felt powerless to stop it.

Noah's POV

Damn she looks beautiful like this. 

Eve stood gloriously nude on my balcony, back arched and hands splayed against the glass as I took her from behind. Her skin glowed ethereally in the dim light, a sheen of sweat glistening as our bodies moved in urgent rhythm. The sparkling expanse of the city sprawled below us, a sea of lights I knew concealed countless open windows. Our exhibitionist display for any wakeful onlookers to see, though propriety was the furthest thing from my mind.

It was late, or early, I don’t know what you would call it at one o'clock in the morning when you haven’t slept yet? 

We'd been tangled up in each other's arms since the moment we walked through the front door after a long day of shopping downtown. I've missed her far more than I ever expected. My exes always accused me of being too controlling and clingy, even needy they would say. But it's not possessiveness or insecurity - I simply didn't trust them. I should have listened to my gut instincts back then, realizing that if I feel the need to cling and control, she's no good for me. Too often I let my dick convince me to keep them around just for the sex, despite the headache and stress their presence caused me. But with her, everything just feels right.

Maybe it was the lack of commitment, she may have been my girlfriend-i guess that’s what you would call it-we fucked we talked every day, she called me babe. But not once was there ever I love yous or talk of moving in or talk of weddings, not even hints. It was like having a best friend I could occasionally get my dick wet with. The casual nature provided freedom but also left me yearning for more. I wanted fiery passion, not just fleeting thrills. I craved a partner who felt like home.

Her moans echoed across the hills, startling a dog that began barking in the distance. We smiled knowingly at one another, stifling giggles at having been overheard in our intimate moment. Undeterred, I drove onward, her hips rolling to meet each powerful plunge. The frenzied momentum built to a crescendo and finally, with a guttural groan, I reached my climax, spilling myself completely as her body milked every last drop. 

We stood there on the balcony, her naked body pressed against mine, for what felt like an eternity. The cool night breeze caressed our skin as I gently stroked her back, running my fingers slowly up and down the curve of her spine. Far below us, the city lights sparkled like a sea of stars, the occasional flash of red and blue piercing the darkness as police sirens wailed in the distance. But up here, high above it all, everything was tranquil. This was home. This was peace. My cock, now softened, slipped out of her as she pulled away and walked towards the edge of the pool. Without a moment's hesitation, she dove gracefully off the edge. The splash echoed through the quiet night as I sank down into the porch swing. The chains creaked under my weight as I rocked slowly back and forth. I watched her lithe form gliding through the inky water, her pale skin glowing ethereally in the moonlight. This was perfection. This was contentment. This was home.

She'd been upset since lunch, I could see it all over her face. But as soon as I had her home with me she perked right up. The moment we walked through the front door, her whole demeanor changed. The furrowed brow and downturned lips that had clouded her face all afternoon were replaced with a sparkle in her eyes.

Later in the evening we had reservations at the cool hibachi place downtown, walking into the restaurant everything was fine. But she seemed extra tense. Looking over her shoulder watching people's faces, I'd never seen her so paranoid. It was clear she was on edge about something, constantly scanning the room as if expecting an attack. Her usual carefree demeanor had vanished, replaced by jittery glances and rigid body language. Matt seemed anxious to talk to me all night, and finally when Eve ducked out to use the bathroom he pulled me in to show me what was bothering her. Some fan at the Mexican place had posted a photo of us at lunch, obviously throwing the internet into a frenzy of speculation about whether I was dating Eve or not. I read through the comments quickly, each more hurtful than the last. "If it was a date, Folio wouldn't have been there," one commented, cruelly dismissing Eve as not worth dating alone. "That's who he is dating? She looks nothing like I'd expect from him," another wrote, attacking Eve's looks and worthiness. More comments piled on, talking about how dreams were shattered and bashing Eve for every little perceived flaw. After reading a couple more, I couldn't stand to look anymore. Now Eve's strange behavior made sense - she must have seen the photo and comments, which had clearly cut her deeply. The nasty remarks had ruined what was supposed to be a fun night out, leaving Eve insecure and me furious that anyone would try to hurt her that way. I wanted nothing more than to comfort Eve and assure her none of those hateful words were true.

I started to worry about the upcoming week and how I wouldn’t just be states away from her, I would be continents, a whole time zone away. With Chris on tour through the U.S I felt like we were all abandoning her. Her vulnerability and dependence on me had grown over the last few months as she struggled with increasing anxiety and depression. I knew being so far away for over a week would be hard on her, even though she tried to downplay it. As the day of my trip grew closer, I couldn't stop the panicked thoughts from swirling through my mind about whether she would be okay without me.

"You're overthinking again," her voice broke me out of my trance-like thoughts. My eyes looked at her chin resting on her crossed arms as her legs floated out behind her. I could see the appeal sailors had for mermaids, especially if they looked like this. The moonlight glinted off her wet hair as she treaded water in the pool. Despite her lighthearted tone, I sensed a touch of neediness in her gaze.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"Your eyes go wide when you're overthinking, baby," she said with a sad smile. I sighed, knowing she could read me all too well. As much as I wanted to be there for her, I couldn't pass up this tour. “Is it the tour, or is it the fans?”

"I'm sorry," it was all I could say as I stared into her eyes, filled with both understanding and hurt. I had never meant for this to happen. I watched helplessly as she shrugged her slender shoulders in resignation.

"It bothered me a little, but one fan post doesn't mean we’re outed," she replied softly. I knew she was trying to downplay it for my sake, but I could tell the constant spotlight on our relationship would take a toll.

My frustration boiled over as I thought of her boyfriend and fellow musician, Chris. He was just as famous, yet somehow avoided this kind of invasive speculation about his love life. I never saw headlines plastering his personal details across the internet for all to judge and comment on. It just wasn't fair.

I started to fume as I realized the steep price I was paying for my success. I had dreamed of fame and fortune my whole life, never fully grasping how it would impact those I loved most. Now here we stood: her identity and privacy stripped away, me helpless to stop it. 

All at once my anger came to a grinding halt, did she say we? I gave it a thought, pondering the idea that she was mine, obviously not entirely, but mine. The word "we" implies a togetherness, a uniting of two into one. 

I looked into her eyes, wanting desperately to believe her, to trust in the possibility of an "us". She gazed back steadily, affectionately, not recoiling from my anger but standing her ground. "Talk to me, baby," she cooed softly, and I couldn't help but smile, feeling the bitter tension in me unwinding. Her voice soothed me, as it always did, smoothing the jagged edges of my temper.

"So there is a we now?" I asked, still hesitant, keeping my heart protected. I needed to know if she was serious about this, serious about me.

"We, Us, whatever you want to call it," she replied without hesitation. She wasn't backing down or qualifying her words. She meant it.

"What do you call it?" I pressed her further, seeking reassurance.

"I call you my boyfriend," she stated plainly, simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And just like that, my doubts melted away. 

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As Long as You Are Part 1

Harry Watches Fan Reactions P1

LINKS: Part 2, Part 3, Social Media Blurb

Author’s Note: Hey! This is is my first x reader... ever and I’m nervous about posting it. It’s dialogue heavy and might have the vibe of an academic paper because of how often I have to read and write them 😩 This might be all over the place so I apologize (especially with tenses). I just want to write as much as I can to try and get back into creative writing. Social media au’s are more of my vibe but I want to get their relationship down before I start doing that. Thanks, Rey.

Pronouns Used: She/Her (use of y/n)

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1484

harry x musician!reader: Harry reacts to fans reacting to Harry’s House. Harry inception.

Harry wasn’t one to go searching his name on social media just to protect his mental health from anything he might come across. However, despite this, he wanted to see how not only fans but music lovers in general were reacting to Harry’s House. So he went to the YouTube app and searched “Harry’s House Album Reaction”. As soon as he hit ‘enter’ thousands of videos popped up. Part of him had guessed that would be the result, but it didn’t stop him from being so surprised as the album had only been released a week earlier.

The videos recommended ranged from ‘Dad Reacts to Harry Styles’ to ‘Vocal Coach Reacts to Harry’s House’ and, he had to be biased, his favorites were those from people who were clearly fans. There was a thumbnail which was a photo of a group of girls huddled together holding each other. He had an inkling that might be a screen capture from their reaction to Matilda. He watched that one first. 

The video began and he realized he was suddenly nervous. Maybe he shouldn’t watch a fan reaction first. He didn’t want to disappoint. But it was too late, the ads had played and he was already invested in the group on the screen.

“Guys look, my record arrived.” One of the girls said pulling the record from the shipping box. There was an intake of breath from the other two and they seemed to marvel at the record.

“Why is he so beautiful?” That comment made him giggle. Giggle? Did I really just giggle at that?

“Shut the fuck up. Did he just do a little scat mid-song? I love this man.” 

“He just whispered in our ears. Play it back, Kelsey, play it back.”

“Cocaine?? Harry, I thought this was a family show?” “This was not about a little freak. What the fuck?”

Matilda, like he expected, had no talking. Just silent cries and hugs.

“There’s no way he went from Matilda to talking about sex.”

The video progressed and the three girls were reacting positively to all of the moments in the songs that he was a little self-conscious about. The next recommendation was titled ‘Is Harry’s House Worth the Hype? (yes, it is)’ and so he had to click it

This next video started out with a girl sitting in what looked like a recording studio. Surprised, Harry focused more on the background than the intro but quickly rewound the video seeing as he had no clue what the girl said. He shifted his focus to the face in front of him, taking in her features while he listened to her talk. Now that he was actually paying attention, he noticed that she was wearing an oversized sweatshirt that said ‘NYU School of Music’ which made the recording studio make sense.

“Hey guys, welcome back to Are You Listening? I’m your one and only host y/n and today I’ll be reacting to Harry Styles’ new album Harry’s House!” The girl smiled and waved to the camera with her free hand while holding her phone in the other. 

This reaction made him more nervous than the one he watched previously because it felt so much more… intimidating? Maybe it was the fact he could see the recording booth behind her and it reminded him of the hours upon hours he’d spent in a booth trying to perfect every minute detail possible, or maybe it was that she was wearing an NYU sweatshirt dedicated to the music school and music students scared him. Affectionately (most of the time).

“So I have a little cheat sheet of who worked on the songs,” she held up the little red pamphlet that came with the box sets, so maybe she is a fan, Harry thought. “I took a look at the names before recording and I’m already excited just by the people who worked on this album. There are some really great songwriters, producers, and musicians on this album.”

A warm fuzzy feeling flowed through Harry, not due to the girl on the screen, though she was cute, but the fact that she appreciated who worked on the album with him. There’s the saying “it takes a village to raise a baby” and the same thing with this album. His baby. He put so much love into it and invited people he knew would also put that same amount of love into the creation. It means a lot to him that people are recognizing who else put hard work into Harry’s House. 

“This is Music for a Sushi Restaurant!” The girl on the screen picked up headphones from off camera and placed them on her head hitting play as she did so. The intro started playing and she was already bouncing her head to the tune. Promising. 

“His voice sounds different. But in a good way”

After the song ended she brought her hands up to her lips in the classic ‘chef’s kiss’ gesture and then said, “Fantastic opening. Harry, you’re an amazing artist but Mitch Rowland was ripping on that.” Harry had to agree. Mitch was on another level when it came to his musical abilities which is why Harry always pointed him out and made a show of him during concerts. Every concert he made it a goal to show off at least one band member. But Mitch was someone he also liked bothering.

“Okay! I don’t want to talk too much so let’s move to Late Night Talking. I heard his Coachella performance of this one but I’m excited to listen to the studio version. Let’s go!” 

“So far he’s a little more understated. Not in the sense of beat and melody but his singing. In Fine Line - the album - if I remember correctly his vocals were typically in the higher range but so far it’s in his lower-mids. Which I really like.” Obviously she knew her stuff, but Harry was still surprised at how she remembered Fine Line off the top of her head. Maybe she listened to it before recording this? He wondered.

“Harry whisper-counting in my ear oh my gosh.” y/n brought her hands to her face and covered it completely, when she removed them there was the smallest addition of color on her face.

“The production is so organic. You can feel the production is so unabashedly what felt right. Just within these three songs. They weren’t trying to push anything and it flowed really nicely. I think Grapejuice is my favorite so far. Those synths speak to my soul.”

“I’ve noticed that when people do the understated vocals the melodies can sometimes get lost, but I’ve already got the melody stuck in my head. We love to see that… hear that? I’ve already done a full breakdown of As it Was so I’m just going to listen again and not talk much about it. I’ll link that video right here” - she pointed to the bottom of the screen.

She went on listening and dissecting the rest of the album, some of Harry’s favorite comments were:

 “Oh my gosh, the harmonics.”

“The upper range! There it is!”

“This was way more emotional. When it got to the bridge and the compressed piano came in, man that’s kind of when the tone shifts. Lyrically wise. The Found Family.”

“Okay, B-Side here we go! Cinema. Very British”

“This seems more like Little Freak. That ending! Very bold”

“I think it would be so easy for him to put out these very pop-genre hits both production and lyrically, just from the position he came from. But he’s not doing that and we’re all just like ‘yes, please more of this’ I’m excited to see what he has in store for us.”

The reaction was over and y/n just sat and stared at the camera for a few moments before she spoke again. “All in all, yes. This deserves the hype it’s getting. I would talk more about chord progression, the various melodies, and more, but this video is already long and I don’t know how I’m going to edit it down.” 

She ran her hands over her face and leaned forward allowing her elbows to sit on her knees, hands holding up her face and smiled. 

“Remember that my first album was released a couple weeks ago and is available on most music streaming services! Thursday’s are basic music theory videos and Monday’s are my weekly school vlogs… when I have time. Thank you all so much for watching! Leave a comment below and tell me which is your favorite song from the album. Mine or Harry’s” y/n made a sidelong glance at the camera tapping the side of her nose.

Harry liked this girl and her taste in music didn’t hurt either. He decided that it was only fair to listen to her album after she listened to his.

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OC Asks- Fandom edition!

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Banquet ( a @journey-to-the-au fic)

I had to split this into two parts because … it’s 16 pages and I did NOT want to swamp anyone with a wall of text. I’m finishing up the last bit later today possibly after work or tomorrow. I hope you all enjoy!

If there was anything that Heaven knew how to do, it was to throw a party.

In the most boring way possible to Willow.

The entertainment for tonight’s banquet of Heavenly Delight were four great white mares, set to dancing. The great beasts were dressed in robes so long they brushed the courtyard ground beyond their feathered hooves. Purple and gold, saffron and yellow silk was tied to their manes as they sashayed and side stepped in perfect tandem to the soft orchestra led by Gold Chimes Softly. The drums beat a second heart to the horses hooves. Everything was ever perfect and in time. Not a swish of a tail or a twitch of an ear. Willow heard the bells on the great hooves beat in perfect harmony. Other women from their seats applauded as the mares danced softly from side to side. To everyone who awaited the main course and delighted in the dancing, it was the most marvelous entertainment.

To Willow, she was bored to her wits end.

Not a single spark of spontaneous will, Willow thought as her hands settled in her lap. It was another feast her father had requested by letter for her to attend. Well her and Wukong who-even now after almost hundreds of years!- the celestial busy bodies still whispered that she, Earth Reaching Willow, must be under some sort of cursed spell, some beguilement to be married to him.

Sometimes the pasty nobles and smooth beautiful faces of the lady’s behind their fans and sleeves earned the deepest scorn from Willow.

She looked up to the sky. They were seated in the courtyard of sorts, where the pavilions were open to the air and backdropped by the perfectly cut ivy crawling it’s way up the trellis. The warm air and the music was welcome but also stifling in a sense. Incense burned not too far away, cloying with the scent of cooking food in the worst possible way. Willow saw that every star was in its perfect place, the constellations playing at perfection to please their Emperor. Another laugh from nearby caught her ear over the dancing horses. She turned and saw a few attendants huddled in a whisper, pointedly looking between other guests at the banquet. Seems their is rumor scheming going about. How dull.

I bet none of them have witnessed the beauty of a star shower from earth.

She hid it well however, her scorn. Willow couldn’t understand how anyone would choose Heaven over the ever changing earth below. None of these thoughts made themselves visible on her face however. Schooled and taught, bred to peaceful serenity, Willow let nothing ripple the calm of her outward appearance. As cool as a northern star, as serene as a flower in a vase.

Captive peace was hardly true peace. It was stagnation. It was the loss of what made the peace worthwhile. Willow had experienced that feeling: of tumbling in the grass, the heat of the fire as a lightning strike burned a forest down, of the sea and its salty spray in a storm. Willow had felt the movement of a world and it had caught her and held her constantly in its motion.

She took a sip of wine to hide her mouth as it began to slip into a frown. The wine may be of the best quality, brewed by the greatest hands and purified in the finest crystal, but it would never compare to the joy of the toasts her earthen family held in their patch of paradise. Of how when Ba got into his cups he would challenge his sister Ma to a duel of jokes and japes. The music made by Sweet, a kind little monkey, was a better tune and full of more life then Gold Chimes Softly well placed and organized orchestra. Sweet could play a jaunty tune upon their flute, while the rest of his little musician group followed along. They could whip the troupe into a frenzy of dancing and table jumping. Willow had danced before, controlled and reserved like the Mares in their bells and ribbons. But dancing within her husband's court had been an experience she never would have imagined missing. The dancing wildness and stamping feet, the spinning from partner to small partner, the joy that filled the air and the laughter. It had been better than star wine - it had been an intoxication that had left her heart drumming and face smiling wide.

The horses finished their beautiful dance and the court clapped. Willow clapped too. The mares did wonderfully. It was not their fault that the dance felt too restrained, too controlled.

Her father was happy to have her home. Willow could tell by the very evident glances down to his daughters from his seat at the head of the table. He had all of his family arrayed about him, basking. Willow made polite conversation that only scraped surface level with her sisters and the passing women who came to visit her seat. Willow complemented the lady’s jewels and colored gowns. To the men she disarmed a hundred pointed comments that were trying to dig beneath and get to the root of what would be tender and delectable tea to spill in court.

That great sage- he drinks with a gusto! Is it always this way?

Translation - is he a drunk ?

My what clothes. Such a unique style it must have been picked up in his travels!

Translation: He dresses like a Savage. Is He a Savage to you?

Willow had almost slapped another adviser who had pointedly remarked on the lack of children they had and questioned Wukongs ability to perform.

Her sisters, oh her clever sisters, had rallied to her defense in the most courtly way they could: they turned him into a piece of gossip to throw back to court.

“Did you hear?” Wind Over Sea stage whispered to Autumn Leaves Falling.

“Oh do tell!” Autumn Leaves Falling flashed her most wonderous smile, catching the Advisor in her trap.

“Seems that Moon Shadowed Clouds husband has been kicked out of their bedroom!” Wind replied, making direct eye contact with the Advisor.

“How terribly pitiful!” Weaves the Clouds remarked from her cushion beside the other sisters. The Jade Emperor watched from above, keeping himself out of the gossip.

“Wasn’t he caught drinking down in one of the mortal brothels ?” Autumn added, her eyes slashing toward the advisor.

“I heard it was on his Wife’s birthday to boot!” Winter Frosted Grace sniffed, setting her cup of tea down.

Her sisters turned in unison to stare down the Advisor with such cat like intensity.

“For shame!” Little Weaver Girl, the youngest of the brood of women, said loud enough for the court to hear. Little could get away with being louder than the rest- she was adored by their father and was the master weaver of heaven. Her creations had been sought after by all the courts when their father had worn one of her robes that Little had made. “Trying to twist your bad fortune onto my sister.”

The advisor, of course, made a swift exit with red ears and wounded pride.

Willow was thankful for her sisters. They alone understood that Willow, for whatever reason, had found comfort with Wukong and was truly happy. They didn’t see why she wished to remain down among the earthly mortals. Her happiness was what they valued and, like a streak of tigers, would defend with witty claws and well disguised barbs any that fancied a go at making court gossip from the Emperors family.

Willow wished for the upteenth time that she could bring the lot of them to their mountain. To see what she saw. She knew deep down that none of them would really understand. Except for Little. Her youngest sister often snuck from the court to watch the common people live their lives and to see the other mortal weavers of the world. Little would love their mountain. She began to think of Flower Fruit Mountain as theirs - her and Wukongs. It Held so many memories- so many joys and sorrows.

Where was Wukong?

Willow was surprised he had been absent so long. Wukong was still a bit unaccustomed to the Celestial workings of the court and it’s people. Even after attaining buddhahood and becoming an enlightened master, Willow knew that the gossip surrounding them would never die out. It was tiresome to interact with people who still brought things up from almost centuries ago.

She cast her gaze about for him and saw a flash of his red fur—

And his teeth.

Willows stomach fell, like a falcon folding her wings for a dive. Straight to the bottom of her soul

Wukong was surrounded by a swath of richly dressed courtiers, lords and men of the Palace. They kept a respectful courtly distance but Willow knew it was too close. Her dear friend was giving all the warnings she had learned over the centuries together to read. His eyebrows had been raised at the beginning of her watching but now they lowered, the teeth on full display. A smile of aggression. A smile that said ‘I take offense’. He felt accosted and would soon act upon it. For all the calm that had been taught, her husband could not forget that he was a creature that had to fight for so long.

Oh these utter fools, Willow thought. They still don’t know when to leave him well enough alone.

It would be their fault for not understanding Wukongs simple and very obvious attempts to walk past and around them. But another man would join, asking to hear of his teachings from the Buddha himself, and his eyes would make direct contact with theirs and the teeth would shine all the sharper. That wasn’t a smile. That was a promise of violence.

Willow knew if Wukong reacted it would only cement the court's opinion of Wild Beast they saw. Willow had to act fast before the feast turned from one of peace to one of violence. So Willow, setting her goblet down whispered to her nearest sister, Winter.

“Catch me.”

“Beg pardon?”

And then Willow, with the grace of all her years of acting and tricking the witless fools of Heaven, swooned and fainted. Winter caught her, crying out in more surprise than worry.

Willow made sure she brought her hand up dramatically to her face, the sleeve covering her mouth. Her elbow she had knock into the tray that held food and Willow was rewarded with the loudest clatter of porcelain cracking onto the floor beneath them. The goblet she had placed was sent flying to spill into the rug beneath their cushioned seats.

Sorry father. I know you wanted a peaceful night with us all.

Her dramatics had the desired effect: the court all took in a sudden breath and some gasped. She heard her father call to her and the worry in his voice made Willow's heart beat with a bit of guilt.

“Sister?” She felt hands shake her shoulders in worry and looked up beneath lashes into Winters frosty face.

“Play along, so that way the court doesn’t catch on.” Willow whispered and her hand subtly pointed to where Wukong had been- and where he was running up to her.

“Willow!” He sounded so worried it made her heart give another guilty squeeze. His hands had grown in size, meaning he had made himself larger than regular. “Are you alright my love?”

Willow looked just beneath her arm as she brought it up higher in a mock groan. But he was close enough to hear her now.

“Let’s go home.” Willow could see the stress lines on his face, the anger that had been there cooling like coals in a fire.

“Seems my sister fainted.” Bless her, Little was close enough to see that a game was afoot. And she always approved of games. “It’s been so long since she was at the Palace after all. The scents may have overwhelmed her.”

Wukong looked down just long enough to see Willow give a wink. Some of the tension leaked from him and she could feel it leave his hands. His fast mind seized onto this statement (now that he was given a signal that this was a ruse) and elaborated upon the story.

“My wife was worried about tonight. The winds over our mountain have been so clean and clear while Heavens incense must have overwhelmed her delicate nose.” Wukongs arms took her up, face close to hers.

“How did you know?” He mumbled into her hair. He didn’t ask her if she knew what. Wukong understood that she was doing this for him in some way. It was the intuition of being with each other for so long.

“Saw those courtiers - the fools.” She barely moved her lips to speak and was glad to have her sleeve covering her face. She couldn’t help the smile as he blew air into her ear, tickling her.

“You are a Heaven send.” He said to her then addressed the court.

“Seems my wife needs to clear her head. We will head home on the leave of my Father-in-Law the Jade Emperor.”

“You may go, Sun Wukong. Let me - let me know how she fares will you?” The worry that made the end of his voice tremble at the end had Willow feel just a bit more guilt.

Sorry Father.

Willow felt Wukong bow his head and then they were away, faster than a falling star on a path back to earth. Once past the Celestial guards Wukong tapped her shoulder with a claw and Willow dropped her act and sighed.

“Thank small mercies.” She sighed, gazing out at the fast approaching world below.

“Mercies exist but they are not small.” Wukong said. “I’m holding one in my arms.”

“You flatterer.” She laughed at the sappy look he gave her and she pressed his nose with a delicate finger. “Come, tell me true- what we’re those vipers cornering you about?”

“Seems they were beginning to question my … ability to … well …” Wukong was looking everywhere but her, the wind blowing across his fur. It couldn’t hide the blush turning his face and ears into a tomato.

It only took a second for Willow to understand- and she turned in his arms to glare back into the sky. “I will flay that Advisor!”

“Advisor?”

“Yes. The little shrew of a man must have set the rumour to running before he approached me himself.” The coward. She was glad her sisters had known enough gossip to spin his dilemma into a full show for the court. Willow touched Wukongs cheek, worried. “Tell me what happened.”

“They started asking about my ascension in Buddhism and asked about my teachings. Then they started … well. In on the questions of you and me and our… intimacies.” He was so uncomfortable that he was rubbing at his forehead, claws leaving little red marks on his exposed skin. “It started making me uncomfortable and I couldn’t see or get a clear path to return to you.” Wukong sighed. “I’m sorry Willow.”

“Sorry? You have nothing to apologize for! That man had come up to me and my sisters to dig at us for information as well.” Willow chuckled, remembering how Little, Winter, Cloud and Autumn had perfectly embarrassed the man. “Of course you know the sort my sisters are- even if they don’t quite approve of me living on earth they won’t stand for such pointed questions.”

“You were asked about children as well?”

“Yes and I was about to slap him.” This made Wukong laugh. They sped past a cloud front, promising heavy rain. The mountain was coming into sight now within a sea of jet black turned silver by the moon.

“I would have paid good money to see it. The second slap heard in all of Heaven!” Wukong chortled. Then he sobered. “I’m sorry again.”

“Stop Wukong.” Willow caught his face and pressed a kiss to his temple. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

And then her stomach gave a tremendous growl, like the traitor it was. It took the wind from her words and flamed Wukongs look of timid regret.

“I pulled you away from the feast before you could even get a bite in.”

“We have all the food back at home.” Willow countered. Cursed stomach. As the Mountain got closer and the silence stretched a bit longer Willow looked back at her friend. His face was concentrated in thought that was slowly beginning to brighten to delight.

“Wukong, I know that face. What are you thinking ?”

He was silent, trying to make his face neutral again. And failing miserably. Once they had stepped down and onto solid ground, Wukong set Willow down and returned to his original size.

“Wukong…” Willow tried again, but was interrupted as the two sentries that night, Ma and Ba, came bounding forward, weapons drawn. When they saw it was Wukong and Willow they relaxed and called greetings.

“My King? You Return so soon!” Ma said.

“Was the feast good?” Ba asked, his broken tail giving an agitated flick.

Wukongs face was fully alight with a genuine smile as he looked at Willow then back at his family.

“The feast was a drab thing of mediocre blathering. We will outdo them here!” The Monkey King walked forward, taking Willows hand gently. She followed, knowing that she was about to get her answer to what Wukong was about to do

“Ma! Ba! Call the troupe- fire up the ovens. Set Water Curtain Cave in its best ! We will have our own feast that will rival Heavens!”

“Yes my king!” The two answered in unison then sped off, whooping and calling and waking all of the mountain for a feast. Ma grabbed at her brothers ear and yanked, getting ahead of him. Ba snarled in mock aggression, swinging his leg to knock Mas out from under her. The two had turned it into a race and it didn’t seem that either would make it out without a few bruises along the way.

“They seem eager for it.” Wukong laughed. He led Willow into their home as the lanterns were turned from their sleepy glow to a bright blaze.

“Wukong …”

“What?”

“Why a feast? I don’t need a feast — I would be satisfied with a simple fruit tart and some water.” Willow felt a bit guilty as she saw sleeping mothers poke their heads from the stone homes and peer out at the ever growing and excited crowd calling for feasting. She saw the kitchen fires light up like a twinkling row of stars coming to life.

“Nonsense!” Wukong assured, pulling her along. “ Why should Heaven have fun and we not have any? Besides I have to find a way to thank you for saving my pride while you lost a bit of your own.”

Was that what this was about ?!

“Oh Wukong it’s fine! Women are expected to faint and fall over themselves with the silliest things.” Her sisters had fainted countless times. Mostly to attract the eye of a gentleman or women they thought was beautiful or fancied. Willow had seen Autumn take the most spectacular swoon, right into the arms of one of the generals! Maybe theatrics ran in the family. Wukong simply shook his head. The idea had him now, the excitment of competing with Heaven growing brighter in his eyes.

“I won’t hear of it.” Wukong declared. Willow forgot how competitive her friend could be. But he also was hiding something else he wanted to do. She could read it like a book.

“You are planning something else are you not? Don’t lie, I can see it on your face plain as day!” She teased him, his mirth infectious. The whole cavern was now alive with the news- droves of the family were coming out now gathering in the banquet hall with foodstuffs to share and enjoy in. Wine was being brought up from the deeper colder caves and already the air smelled intoxicating as the cooks set to work.

It was Wukongs turn to wink at Willow now as he left her at her room door, smiling softly. “You will see~”

#hcwrites #writing stuff #for journey to the au #FIRST PART BEFORE I HAVE TO GO TO WORK #The next part is gonna be real long I’m so sorry #I got a bit carried away because writing joy and mirth is possibly one of the best experiences ever. #jttw sun wukong #jttw au #the betrothal au #I would love to post the second half right away but I’m not completely done with it #I want to add more fluff and such #jttw tag #fanfic writing #I put fanfic on this one because - well. drabbles are usually shorter and I use Drabble in such a loose term #this behemoth of writing is definitely not a little drable #jttw monkey king #I CANT wait to finish the second part but I have to get ready for work #I love all of Kaijus monkeys ok? they are precious #I really tried to stick to the three name form for the sisters too #I DONT trust myself to try and attempt direct chinese letters/ mandarin #also- I keep saying flower fruit mountain for the ease of spelling because I did try and spell out the full mountain name that is being used #HOWEVER I QUICKLY DISCOVERED THAT MY PHONE HATES IT AND WILL CHANGE IT TO HOUGANDAS #so I got frustrated and said ‘no’ lol #I also Found that in the late tang dynasty they had horses perform dances for entertainment #ERW #earth reaching willow #enjoy part 1 sorry to leave you without the second bit #jttw fanfic #hcfanfics

[lives-in-midgard]

Invisible String

(Musician AU Part 2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Steve and you finally solve the miscommunication that was between the two of you.

Word Count: 1730

A/N: Hey everyone! This is part 2 of Steve's story in my musician AU and I hope you like it! I made the moodboard myself and the divider is made by @firefly-graphics

If you would like to be on the series taglist comment here.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Masterlist | Musician AU

“Wait so that’s the Steve from high school?” Yelena asked. It was the day after your “date” with Steve and Yelena wanted to come over. She wanted to know everything and so you started to tell her everything from the beginning.

“Yep, that’s him.” You answered.

“But why did you never tell me that he is in “The Midnight Rockers”?”

“I actually don’t know.”

“Hmmm. But how was the date? Wait was it even a date now?” Yelena questioned.

“That’s the same question I asked myself later when I came home.” Yelena chuckled but you were serious.

“That’s a joke, right.”

“No. I really don’t know if it was a date or not. We didn’t talk about that.” You said and meant it. You talked about everything but not if it was a date or not. What you didn’t know was that at the same time Steve had a similar conversation with Bucky.

“Your date was y/n? how is she?” Bucky asked curious about how you have been all these years.

“She is doing good.”

“That’s good to hear. How was the date?” Bucky asked and Steve began to get nervous.

“Well, it was good but I’m not really sure if it was a date.”

“Oh, punk.” Bucky said.

“Did it feel like a date to you?” Bucky asked after a while.

“Well, I don’t know Buck. We had a really good time together; it was really nice seeing her again. And yeah, well I really like her.” Steve said and blushed a little.

“There you have your answer! It was a date.” Bucky guessed but Steve wasn’t really sure about that.

“It must have been destiny that you met her again. I mean we both knew that you still like her. She was the reason you broke up with Peggy.” Bucky told Steve when they were suddenly interrupted by Sam and Clint coming into the room.

“What’s with Peggy?” Sam asked.

“Nothing.” Steve answered and Sam looked at Bucky for answers.

“Steve was on a date with y/n.” Bucky said, and Steve rolled his eyes while Sam and Clint began to smile.

“Are they finally a couple?” Sam asked in excitement because he used to ship Steve and you back in high school.

“Well, I’m not really sure.” Steve sighed and Sam and Clint were confused.

“What?” Sam asked and then Steve told them about the date. While Sam and Bucky had the idea that Steve should ask you on another date and if you say yes then the first date was also a date. Clint said that he should just ask you if it was a date instead of that stupid idea. But of course, Steve didn’t listen to Clint and decided to send you a message after the band rehearsal.

Yelena was about to leave when you got the message from Steve.

“Hey, do you have plans for this Friday afternoon?”

“Is this a date?” You said and showed Yelena the message. Yelena looked at the message, a little too long in your opinion.

“Lena?” You said and she looked at you.

“Well, you know I don’t really get such messages, so I’m not really sure.” You groaned and Yelena chuckled.

“Just say that you don’t have anything planned and find out there.” Yelena suggested and you decided to do that. Yelena then had to leave because she had to go to work at the bar soon.

“I’m free on Friday afternoon” You texted back and got nervous about what he would say.

A few minutes later when you were about to start cooking you got a message from Steve.

“What you like to spend time with me?” Well, this doesn’t sound like a date, right? Just a meet up between two friends, right?

By Steve:

“I don’t think that’s how you ask someone on a date” Sam whispered to Clint.

“Well, I don’t think either.”

“Sure, can’t wait.” You texted back and were excited to see him again.

“Me too, I’ll pick you up at four o’clock.”

The week went by quickly and you didn’t even had time to get nervous because you’ll see Steve soon. Between work you didn’t have time to see Yelena and ask her on her opinion what to wear. So, you decided to just wear something cute and comfy. When it was nearly the time Steve would arrive, you took your bag and went downstairs to wait outside of your apartment building. A few minutes later Steve parked his car at an empty parking lot. He stepped out of his car and walked over to you. Steve was again wearing a hat and glasses to cover that it was him.

“Hi” You greeted each other but weren’t sure if you should hug him.

“Again, wearing a hat and glasses?” You teased him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to get recognized from fans or paparazzies.”

“It’s okay, it suites you.” You said with a chuckle.

“But I promise, we are driving somewhere where I won’t need it.”

“Oh, now I’m curious.” Steve chuckled and led you to his car. He opened the door for you, and you sat down. Steve started to drive out of the city and after a while you could guess where he was driving. He drove into a small town, past your old high school. A smile crossed your lips, and Steve saw it and smiled back at you. After passing the high school he drove into the direction where you two had your summer job.

The yoghurt shop.

You two worked there because you wanted to get some money to buy concert tickets for one of your favorite artists. At first you worked there alone but after a while Steve joined you to help you gain the money. Together you had the money sooner and decided to go there together. After the concert you decided to continue to work there. When Steve made the band with the boys, they also had a few small gigs there. You of course where always there to support them. You two had a lot of fun there and enjoyed your breaks at the small sea behind the shop. This was also the place where you wanted to tell him about your feelings but then Steve suddenly told you about his feelings for Peggy.

You came back to reality when you realized that Steve opened the door for you. You didn’t notice that he put his cap and the glasses away because now you could finally see his beautiful face better.

“Are we getting some yoghurt?”

“Of course, we are.” When you went in you were greeted by the owner of the shop. The old lady immediately recognized the two of you. She was so happy to see the two of you that she gave you a hug and decided to give you the yogurt for free. You ordered your yogurt and then went outside. You followed Steve when he walked behind the shop and sat down under the tree near the sea. You both started to eat your yogurt and after a while when you were finished Steve started to chuckle. You looked over to him and joined him.

“Why are we laughing?” You asked after a while.

“Remember the mess we made in the shop.”

“Of course, I do. There was yogurt everywhere. We almost got kicked out because of you.”

“Hey, you were the one who started the yogurt fight.” Steve joked.

“Okay, maybe that’s right but you wouldn’t stop to throw the yoghurt.” Steve began to laugh again.

“But it was fun.” Steve said.

“Yeah, it really was.” You could see it right in front of you Steve covered in yogurt with the brightest smile on his face. You couldn’t really remember why you started this fight, but it definitely was one of your funniest moments together. But also, one of the moments that made you fall in love with Steve even more.

You talked about the past and laughed a lot. Time went by and you watched the sun go down while Steve put his arm around you. After a while you were feeling cold, so Steve put his jacked around your shoulder. When Steve brought you back home you gave him a quick hug. After the meet up with Steve you still couldn’t tell if it was a date. You were even more confused now. Did it feel like a date? Yes. Did you start getting feelings for Steve again? Yes. Was it a date for Steve? You weren’t really sure about that. But Steve was sure, it definitely was one.

You were about to walk back to your apartment when you noticed that you still have his jacked on. You turned around and saw that Steve just opened the door to go in.

“Wait I still have your jacked.” You shouted and Steve turned around.

“Keep it on. You can give it back on our next date.” Steve smiled and now you were confused. Steve closed the door and made a few steps, so that he was standing right in front of you.

“What?” Steve nervously asked when he noticed your look.

“I wasn’t sure if this was a date.” You began to blush out of embarrassment and Steve scratched his neck.

“Oh, I thought it was one but if you don’t want it to be one, we can just say that we were out as friends.” Steve said with a sad look in his eyes.

“No, I wanted it to be a date I just wasn’t sure if it was one for you.” You let out a laugh and Steve joined you.

“Why are we like this.”

“I don’t know.” You hide your face behind your hand.

“Okay, let’s begin again.” Steve said and you put your hands away and looked at him.

“Y/n would you like to go on a date with me?” Steve smiled and you chuckled.

“Yes, I would really like to.”

When you went into your apartment you had a big smile on your face. You were glad that you finally knew that it was a date and that you’ll have a next one with Steve. You can’t wait to see him again but there was one part of you thinking if it really was a good idea to be more than friends.

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[nevernill]

is there any particular reason you never finished featherbent? or was it just a case of losing inspo for the au? either way, I absolutely loved the story and even tho it wasn't finished I look back upon it fondly. thank you for your wonderful art!

I don't know that I even know the answer to this, or if the answer would serve anyone, but there was an enormous team effort behind the production of Featherbent. We had another artist working with me, one script writer, two game programmers, two musicians who also handled technical sound work, and an entire cast of voice actors.

It was actually a marvel that we had so many years with so many talented people available to work entirely for free; myself because I was in high school and didn't need to worry yet about rent.

I think ultimately life happened to many of us, and that golden period of time didn't last forever. I'm very grateful to have had what we did while we did, because it instilled in me a great love for game making.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - December 17th

Real life has been crazy as my kids went through finals week and I went through--helping them through finals week. There’s very little on this week’s list--but my holiday break is starts Wednesday so I expect the next few weeks list will make up for the brevity of today. And of course, y’all can look forward to holiday lists and my end of year round ups in the next few weeks. 

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One More Dream by citsiurtlanu

Steve is an animator dreaming of breathing life back into a stagnant industry. Tony is a musician dreaming of introducing electric violin to rock. In December of 1981, they meet and come to realize what it means to follow said dreams.

Also known as the artist!Steve/musician!Tony La La Land AU no one ever asked for.

the perfect blend by downeylove, robertdowneyjjr

Tired of the stress and pressure that comes with being the CEO of a global tech conglomerate, Tony hands over control of Stark Industries to Pepper and decides to open a cafe in Brooklyn.

Then an exhausted high school teacher named Steve walks into his life looking for coffee and doesn’t make any effort to leave. Not that Tony’s complaining.

Blacksmith's Hands by Amuly 

Based in Marvel's 1872 Western Universe, where Tony is a blacksmith and Steve is the town Sheriff. Blacksmith Tony hears Sheriff Steve's birth date is coming up, and decides to give him the present he deserves.

darling I fancy you by complicationstoo 

Steve has had a plan for April fifteenth for months now. He’s finally back in New York tonight, officially done with the semester abroad in London that he and Natasha started in January. He loved England, but after months of conversations through text and brief phone calls alone, he just wants the taxi from the airport to drive faster to take him back home. Back to Tony, who Steve has been in love with for the better part of four years and is finally ready to tell how he feels.

cold coffee by complicationstoo 

In retrospect, Steve can admit that he overreacted to the entire situation. His only defense is that he was already stressed out by the bad grade he got on his art project. It’s weak, he recognizes, but he worked really hard on that project and Professor Hill called it “contrived” and “unnecessarily complex.” He was fuming by the time he walked out her office, having failed at arguing for a better grade, and getting freezing cold coffee spilled on him was really the icing on the top of the world’s worst cake. Can he really be blamed for blowing up on the guy?

(Yes, he’ll admit later, he can. But not now.)

Met You on a Monday by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday)

The Chitauri invade on a Monday, the same day that Steve meets Iron Man for the first time, and then Toni Stark--and then everything he thinks he knows about both of them goes right out the window.

Indulgence by FestiveFerret, One and Five Nines (Obani)

All it took was one word from Tony, and Steve fell to his knees, every time.

He wished he didn't need this so badly.

Before We Part (The Adventure's End Remix) by citsiurtlanu

Minutes away from incursion, Steve and Tony realize that this adventure will be their final one.

Size Doesn't Matter by izazov

An incident results in Steve reverting to his pre-serum body. It may be the worst thing that has happened to Tony Stark. Or the best.

Love of Inconvenience by AvengersNewB

Tony had a plan; bond with Steve to keep him from deportation until he could find Steve's childhood friend Mr. Barnes.

Temporary.

For convenience.

The plan did not entail falling for this perfect beautiful omega.

Tony Doesn't Love Drama (It Loves Him) by tonystarkssnipples

Steve carefully folded his fingers together and took a steadying breath. “With all due respect, sir, I do not think it would be a wise idea for me to be a part of this project.”

Steve seethed. His boss did this all the time; talked him into doing things they both knew were not good for Steve. In the end, Steve always went along with what his boss said because that’s how jobs worked.

-or-

Steve is a photographer hired to take pictures of Tony Stark and they end up falling into bed together.

Just Like This by BlossomsintheMist

“You are,” he murmured in Tony’s ear, “the sweetest, most generous, most wonderful boyfriend a man could ever have.”

Steve and Tony share Valentine's Day together, and Steve wants to make a point.

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

[that-reading-geek]

Broken guitar strings

Crowley x Aziraphale, sugar daddy au, human au

Chapter one

Contains nsfw scenes

Posted on A03

Summary: Crowley realises he is struggling for money more than he thought and consults his best friend, who hooks him up with a sugar daddy.

(I hope this is okay, it's my first time posting soemthing so long on here! Enjoy the first chapter :3)

Crowley, simply put, was broke. A struggling musician with an unhealthy obsession with his plants and parents that refused to acknowledge his existence, he was living pay check to pay check, saving what little he had left in the event of a bad gig or a broken guitar string.

When he wasn’t busking in tube station entryways or performing in empty bars, he was working in the coffee shop a couple of streets from his apartment. The shop was small but had decent foot traffic and, being in Soho, the tips were plentiful. He had gotten used to the regulars, memorising their orders so the drinks were ready to go before the customer had even stepped foot through the doors. Crowley was charming to all of the customers, which helped him a great deal in the tip department, but there was a particular customer that, no matter his mood, always brought a smile upon the barristers face, and never failed to make him chuckle. He had spotted said customer exiting his bookshop across the road, and had his drink ready for when he undoubtedly stepped foot into the shop.

“Good morning Mr Fell,” Nina, the Coffee shops owner, called from behind the counter as Crowley added the finishing touches to Mr Fell's drink.

“Good morning Nina,” the man replied cheerily as he made his way to where Crowley was standing, “and Good morning my dear.”

“Mornin’ Mr Fell, one hot chocolate for you, extra marshmallows,” Crowley smiled, sliding the drink over.

“Oh marvellous,” Mr Fell beamed, picking up his drink and tapping his debit card to the reader. He took a sip and hummed contently, “perfect as always, thank you Dear.”

Crowley couldn’t help but rake his eyes over Mr Fell. The man was wearing his usual shirt and waistcoat, with his silly tartan bow tie and long coat. He didn’t appear to be much older than Crowley, who had recently turned 28, his hair was a natural near-white, and the lines around his eyes and mouth showed years of cheerful grins and happy smiles.

As he met Mr Fells eyes, the man smiled at him, before going through his wallet and sticking a £10 note into the tip jar. They stared at each other momentarily, before Mr Fell dipped his head.

“Thank you dear,” he said softly, before going and sitting in a booth, bringing his laptop out and working silently.

Crowley had gone back to his apartment after his shift. The place was dingy, with rickety stairs and chipping paint at every turn. He left his bag by the door after clicking it closed, kicking his shoes off and slumping onto the couch with a sigh. He stared at his guitar on its stand across the room, groaning at the very idea of performing tonight, but convinced himself that the show must go on, no matter how much he wanted to curl up in bed and sleep.

By 10pm he was at the same pub he spent every other night in, setting up a stool and doing sound check. He hummed softly as he strummed the strings a few times, before sitting and tapping the mic to gather the limited audience’s attention.

“Hey guys, uh, Crowley back again, I take requests if anyone wants to hear anything, enjoy,” he said awkwardly into the mic. No matter how many times he did this same routine, the awkwardness that came with the job never seemed to disappear, it was like a package deal.

He played a couple of songs, taking a few requests from one person in the crowd who seemed to be the only one actually paying attention to him, other than his personal cheerleader who sat at the bar. He made his way over after collecting the few tips he’d received and sat beside his best friend.

“Well done, I loved the third one,” Bee said, sliding a drink over to him.

“Yeah, can’t say the same about everyone else here,” he said, taking an uninterested sip, before grimacing, “What is this?”

“G&T,” Bee shrugged, “I’ll have it if you don’t want it.”

“Never said that,” Crowley said defensively, taking another sip of his drink.

Bee always turned up to each of his shows, occasionally buying him a drink to take the edge off. They’d known each other for a long time, Bee had always encouraged him to pursue his passions, and he had always returned the favour.

“How was work?” They asked.

“Eh, work, got decent tips though.”

“Enough to afford a better place?”

Crowley gave them a deadpan look, “No, doubt that’ll be happening any time soon, stop bringing it up.”

Bee shrugged and took a sip of their own drink, “wouldn’t be a problem if you...” they trailed off.

“No, shut up, not happening,” he said through gritted teeth. Bee held their hands up in defence.

Crowley groaned and stood up, finishing his drink. He made some excuse about having to water his plants and made his leave, with Bee laughing at his awkward departure.

The musician got home and left his guitar and bag on the couch before trudging to the bathroom to remove the smudged eyeliner he had worn for the show. He splashed some water on his face and made his way to bed, flopping down and neglecting to change out of his jeans in favour of falling asleep at that very second.

The next morning was a Saturday, and Crowley had the day off. He rolled out of bed at 11am, finally changing into more comfortable clothes and leaving the ones from last night in a pile on the floor. His thin blanket had done little to keep him warm during the night, and now all he felt like doing was taking a lovely warm shower and making some French toast.

He went to the bathroom and started the shower, waiting for it to heat up and found himself standing there for far too long. Giving up on the shower, he went to the kitchenette to find some bread and butter. He was once again disappointed at what he found: no butter and half a loaf of mouldy bread.

Crowley hated himself for what he did next, pulling out his phone and opening Bee’s contact.

Crowley

Remember what we spoke about last night?

The thing I refused.

Bee 🐝

Yeasssss?

Second thoughts????

Crowley

Maybe...

Bee 🐝

What pushed u over the edge?

Crowley

Mouldy bread and a cold shower.

Bee 🐝

I’ll give Gabe ur number, he’ll be delighted to find someone 4 u

Crowley

Great.

Gabriel, or Gabe, was Bee’s Partner, or more specifically, their sugar daddy. Bee used the term lightly, and Crowley was used to their dynamic, he never judged Bee and their way of income wouldn’t change that. He had met Gabe a few times, he was a nice man, and looked after Bee well, always treating them to dinner whenever they asked.

Crowley never thought his desperation would get this far, but he was slowly getting more helpless and his growling stomach would thank him, even if it meant sacrificing his dignity.

A message from an unknown number popped up on his phone, and he hesitated before opening it.

Unknown number

Hello Crowley, this is Gabriel, Bee said you were interested and gave me your number to have a chat? Wanna meet up at the park and you can meet a friend of mine. I’ll bring Bee with me.

Crowley

Mm, yeah, when and where?

Gabriel 💷

St.james’ at 4 work for you?

Crowley

Yeah sounds good, see you then.

Crowley groaned and pocketed his phone, before heading to his closet and finding a decent shirt and pair of jeans to change into. He got changed, applying a little bit of makeup, just eyeliner and concealer, and tried to make his hair look at least a little bit more like he hadn’t just rolled out of bed. He slid his sunglasses onto his face and grabbed his guitar. Crowley knew if would take a little while to get to the park, but he still had a couple of hours until their meeting time, but there was nothing to do here and he always liked a walk anyway.

He left his apartment and made his way through the city towards St James’s Park and found a spot beneath a tree to bring his guitar from its case and practise a few chords.

A couple of hours passed before he received a text from Bee asking where he was. He simply responded with a photo of the pop-up coffee cart he was opposite and waited for them to arrive.

“Crowley!” He lifted his head when he heard Bee call his name.

They were holding Gabe’s hand and dragging the man along with them. Crowley stood and put his guitar away in its case, before carefully leaning it against the tree he was underneath.

Gabriel extended his hand that wasn’t clutching Bee’s to Crowley and the musician shook it awkwardly. He tried to look behind Gabe, as though the friend he had told him about was somehow lurking behind him, yet to be seen.

Gabe chuckled and withdrew his hand from Bee, much to their disappointment. “My friend will be here in a moment, how does coffee sound whilst we wait?”

“Oh I cant... afford...”

Crowley was shocked when Gabe laughed loudly, before kissing Bee on the head and saying “Your friend is funny Dear,” he said with a smile, “I’ll buy you a coffee Crowley.”

Crowley scowled to hide his embarrassment before telling Gabriel his coffee order: black with as many sugars as the place allowed. The older man went to buy the three of them Coffee whilst Bee stood with Crowley so the two of them could talk.

“Is it weird?” Crowley started with.

“Is what weird?”

“Having a sugar daddy, does it not feel... strange?."

Bee looked at Gabe softly, who was waiting for the coffee, “It does at first, I felt guilty when Gabe and I were first.. yknow, but I got used to it. I still apologise every now and then, but he’s so sweet, he always makes me feel better when I feel guilty.

“Yknow, this sort of thing doesn’t always have to be sex, Gabriel’s paid me for just hanging out with him, you just need to discuss everything when it all starts, and set your boundaries.”

Crowley nodded a little. He remembered when Bee had first met Gabriel and they had refused to spend any of the money Gabe had given them out of pure guilt. It wasn’t until Gabriel took them out shopping that they actually spent it. He remembered how Bee had bought him the same pair of sunglasses he still wore to this day, and how happy they’d been after spending the day with Gabe. The two had shared their first kiss outside of the bedroom that day, and Bee was on the moon for many days after.

“Talk to me, talk to Gabriel if you need to, we’ll both help you with whatever decisions or whatever you might need,” Bee said softly, patting him on the shoulder.

Gabe returned with everyone’s coffees and the three of them sat on the ground together making small discussion.

It wasn’t until Gabe interrupted his own sentence that the conversation came to a halt.

“Aziraphale! Glad you’re here my friend,” the man grinned, causing Crowley to look up to see who he was talking to.

“Hello Gabriel, Bee, I am sorry I’m late,” the other man, Aziraphale, said as he stood above the group. He turned to Crowley and smiled a very charming smile. “Hello Dear, I wasn’t expecting to see your face.”

Crowley stared dumbstruck at the man in front of him, a man whom he recognised far too well. When he finally managed to find his words, all he could force himself to say was “ngh... uh, neither...”

Aziraphale smiled and carefully sat with the rest of the group, turning to Gabriel, who spoke before anyone else could. “You know each other?”

Aziraphale nodded, “Oh yes, this young man serves me almost every day at that darling coffee shop I told you about.”

It was at that moment that the man he knew as Mr Fell didn’t even know his name, despite the name tag he had pinned to his apron every day.

“Oh marvellous!” Gabriel said excitedly, “Well that may make things easier for you both then, Crowley here is looking for a sugar daddy, I knew you two would be a perfect match.”

Aziraphale beamed and turned to Crowley, “Yes I think we might just be,” he giggled, “how about we all go to dinner? And talk there? Then perhaps Mr Crowley and I can discuss this further.”

Crowley nodded numbly and Gabriel stood, pulling Bee up with him. He called a car for the four of them after the 2 older men had decided where to eat, Bee sat practically on Gabe’s lap in the car, the both of them chatting idly between them and leaving the other two to awkwardly make conversation.

“When Gabriel said he had a potential client for me, I wasn’t expecting to see my Barista,” Aziraphale said after a few moments of sitting in silence.

Crowley refused to meet his eyes and didn’t reply. Aziraphale cleared his throat awkwardly and continued.

“I’m sorry if this is awkward for you, we don’t have to go through with it if you’re uncomfortable, I won’t be offended.”

Crowley finally lifted his head but didn’t look him in the eyes, “ngk- Mr Fell, I don’t... sorry, I’m actually rather glad that it’s you, I just feel embarrassed,” he confessed. “This is new to me, so I’m a bit... overwhelmed.”

Aziraphale’s gaze softened and he gently took Crowley’s hand in his own, “It’s okay my dear... we can discuss everything over dinner and you don’t even have to decide then, we’ll go at your pace and I’ll be sure to communicate properly, as long as you promise to do the same.”

Crowley finally lifted his eyes to look at him and smiled, “okay...” he said quietly, before pausing momentarily and saying, “...you’re paying for dinner right? Because there’s no way I can affor-“

Aziraphale cut him off with a laugh, “Yes dear! Of course I’m paying for dinner.”

Crowley nodded and visibly relaxed, sitting back in his seat. He glanced down at where his hand was still held in Aziraphale’s and slowly took it back, shooting the man an apologetic smile before folding his hands in his own lap.

The restaurant was much more posh than Crowley was used to, but by the way the other 3 acted, and how the staff talked to Gabriel, he assumed they were regulars here, and suddenly felt very out of place.

Aziraphale was in his normal attire of shirt and bow tie, Gabriel had dressed in almost all white, he looked handsome and expensive, and even Bee seemed to fit in, their albeit alternative style still seemed to blend in well to the atmosphere of the room, and Crowley stuck out like a sore thumb.

The four were led to a booth, and Crowley took this opportunity to hide his dishevelled self as far from public view as possible. Aziraphale sat next to him with the couple opposite, and Bee sat back as Gabriel picked up the menu.

“Are you alright if I order for you my bumblebee?” Gabriel asked Bee softly, putting an arm around them. They nodded and picked up the desert menu, before suggesting brownies and ice cream for desert, which Gabe agreed to.

“What would you like Dear?” Aziraphale said, breaking Crowley from staring at the couple ahead of him.

“Uh, whatever’s cheapest is fine, ‘m not picky,” he mumbled, shrinking back into himself.

“Nonsense, there must be something on here that takes your fancy,” Aziraphale proclaimed, leaning over to show Crowley the menu. “Ooh the steak sounds lovely, or even the chicken sounds delightful, I’m going to get some sushi, does anything sound good to you?”

“Mr Fell all I’ve eaten in the past few weeks is packet Mac and Cheese, literally anything sounds good,” Crowley said bluntly, before blushing and looking away.

Aziraphale simply smiled softly and nodded, “How about I pick something for you and you can tell me if you like it or not?”

Crowley looked up at him and nodded, uttering a small ‘sounds good’. Aziraphale grinned, clearly delighted and listed off a few things, all of which Crowley agreed to, although slightly hesitantly. As Aziraphale called over the waitress to place their orders, Bee leaned over the table and plucked Crowley’s sunglasses from his face.

“We’re inside Crowley, table manners,” the scorned playfully, ignoring his protest.

“You say that like you didn’t used to put your feet up on the table when we would go out,” he bit back, though not a hint of aggression was present in his tone. He took his glasses back, but folded them on the table.

Gabe shot Bee a look to which they rolled their eyes at, “I don’t do it anymore,” they mumbled, and the others at the table laughed.

As the table waited for their food to arrive, they discussed Bee and Gabe’s contract, so Crowley would be informed on what sort of thing to expect should he and Aziraphale go ahead with the dynamic.

The food, when it arrived, was delightful, and Crowley enjoyed it thoroughly. He tried not to shovel his food down too quickly, but his rumbling belly tried to convince him to do otherwise. He’d gotten about halfway through his meal when he realised eating so much food after eating very little for so long was probably not the best idea, and the nauseating feeling that accompanied his full stomach made him halt mid fork-full.

“Are you alright dear?” Aziraphale said softly, and Crowley only nodded.

The musician reached for his drink and finished the glass of OJ he’d ordered. He sat back, allowing his food to settle as he wished the nausea to dissipate. He’d never forgive himself if he’d forced a stranger he hardly knew to pay for a large and expensive meal just for him to not finish it. Deciding to distract himself, he initiated conversation.

“So you would pay me for... well sex?” He clarified.

“Yes dear, and other things, like... spending the day awith me, or running errands, attending parties,” Aziraphale said softly, “I’d never make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with of course, but you need the money... and I like the company, its a win-win situation honestly.”

Crowley smiled and nodded, taking a bite of his food now that his stomach had settled slightly. He couldn’t help but hum in delight at the thought of being able to afford somewhere nicer to live, and of course, spending time with a handsome man for more than 2 minutes a day would be a bonus. He shifted his weight slightly and found himself leaning closer to Aziraphale. The other man cautiously rested his hand upon Crowley’s knee, letting out a questioning hum.

“’ Guess it wouldn’t... hurt to try,” Crowley reasoned, mostly with himself, but he didn’t find himself recoiling from the man’s affectionate touch.

“After dinner,” Aziraphale started, “we should head back to mine, and discuss this further, does that sound good?”

Crowley nodded and smiled up at him, “sounds perfect."

As promised, after dinner Aziraphale ordered Crowley and himself an Uber back to his bookshop. They both headed inside and Aziraphale locked the door behind them. He lead the younger man to the couch and offered him some coffee, of which Crowley accepted gratefully. The two sat drinking their beverages and discussing the terms of their newfound agreement.

They came to the conclusion that Crowley would come to his bookshop on his days off from work, and they would spend the day together, whether that be simply keeping Aziraphale company whilst he worked, or making him tea as he read. They agreed that sex would not be a necessity, but neither were opposed to the idea. Aziraphale mentioned during their talk that, at any parties he and Crowley may attend together (as part of work of course), that ‘pda’ may be necessary, but never forced, and Crowley seemed enthusiastic at the idea.

“How do I address you?” Aziraphale said as they drew to the end of the conversation.

“m? Oh, Crowley’s fine, none of that ‘Mr’ bullshit, pet names are cool too I guess, he/him whatever.”

“Well then that works fine my Dear, as for you, I’d rather you called me Aziraphale than ‘Mr Fell’, far too proper for me, and of course any other nicknames you see fit, just not the D word...”

Crowley grinned at that, “What? Daddy?” He laughed when Aziraphale cringed, “Ironic,” he snorted, “I’ll think of something for you.”

“Marvellous.”

The two talked some more, about everything and nothing at the same time. Crowley talked about his plants and Aziraphale listened with a fond smile on his face, in return talking about his books and other hobbies. The two found themselves laughing about god knows what, and soon Crowley was half on top of Aziraphale, the older man’s arm around his waist comfortably.

Crowley giggled, much to his distaste, and curled in closer to Aziraphale until their noses were nearly touching and the only comfortable position for his hands were the man’s chest. He felt Aziraphale squeeze his hip affectionately, the conversation fizzing into silence as they stared at each other, breaths mingling in a dance of pure sexual attraction.

Before either of them could speak, Aziraphale’s hands and slid up Crowley’ shirt, ghosting over his skin in delicate, flittering touches. Crowley’s own hands had founds their ways to Aziraphale’s belt, before they were both crashing their lips together in a frenzied kiss of passion and need.

Crowley quickly moved to unbuckle Aziraphale’s belt, pulling away from the kiss momentarily to focus on what he was doing. He managed to get it open before Aziraphale was stilling his hands, and he froze, wondering if he’d gone too far.

“You don’t have to do that Darling- if you don’t want to...” he said softly. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go further with Crowley, he just didn’t want Crowley to feel pressured after they’d only just discussed their terms, especially after he’d bought him dinner earlier.

“I want to,” Crowley blurted, squeezing Aziraphale’s hand, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he confessed.

Aziraphale smiled and pressed a kiss to his temple, before uttering softly, “be my guest then dear boy.”

Crowley grinned and hastily unbuttoned and unzipped Aziraphale’s slacks, the older man lifting his hips so Crowley could pull the trousers down to his ankles. He ran his hands up Aziraphale’s thighs, squeezing the flesh and admiring the sight before him. The musician leant down to press kisses to the man’s thighs, worshipping each as thought they belonged to an angel. He trailed his kisses up as his hands followed suit, toying at the waistband of white briefs that hid a rather large monstrosity he couldn’t wait to get his lips around.

Crowley shuffled down to be kneeling on the floor, accepting the cushion that Aziraphale passed him to settle under his knees. The older man ran a hand through Crowley’s hair and mussed the strands slightly, his pale fingers lost in the sea of red. Crowley delicately pulled Aziraphale from his briefs, marvelling over the weight in his hand. He couldn’t help but stare, but a light encouraging tug at his hair broke him from his awestruck trance in order to slowly kiss up Aziraphale’s hardening dick.

Kissing the tip, Crowley looked up at Aziraphale through his eyelashes and slowly took him in his mouth. He bobbed his head slowly, squeezing Aziraphale’s thighs affectionately. The man above him groaned in pleasure as Crowley worked, Aziraphale tried to keep his hands gentle on the musicians hair, but Crowley would be lying if he said he didn’t like the idea of Aziraphale pulling his hair properly. The weight of Aziraphale’s prick was heavy on his tongue, swallowing around it he tried to take him as far as his throat would allow him.

Crowley wouldn’t say he was inexperienced as he would say ‘out of practise’. The last time he had a long term boyfriend was in his earlier 20’s, and he hadn’t really hooked up with many men since his last relationship. Even when he did, the deed was quick, either a hand job or a quick fuck and he was out of there, there was no grace or romance about it, just something to satisfy both parties. His deep throating abilities were hardly what they used to be, but Crowley was certain, especially with a cock as big as Aziraphale’s, he’d build up to it again in time.

He pulled off of Aziraphale and jerked him off slowly, he gently kissed the tip and took him in his mouth once more. Aziraphale was bucking into his mouth as Crowley forced his head down as far as he could, and he gagged slightly as the head hit the back of his throat. Aziraphale tried to utter an apology, but Crowley simply squeezed his thigh in silent assurance that he was fine. He could feel Aziraphale practically melt in his hands as he continued his gentle assault, pre-cum leaking from his tip and staining Crowley’s tongue. The salty taste was almost foreign in his mouth, but he found himself swallowing it down as though he was starving for more.

When Aziraphale reached his climax his grip on Crowley’s hair tightened. He gave no warning as he came down Crowley’s throat, the musician choking momentarily in the process. He pulled off, swallowing and awkwardly wiping his mouth, before laughing softly.

“Warn a guy next time,” he teased.

“Sorry Darling...” Aziraphale mumbled sheepishly, gently petting his now completely messed up hair. He gently pulled Crowley up into his lap and held the man close, putting himself away in the process. Crowley rested his head on Aziraphale’s chest and closed his eyes, ignoring the aching between his own legs in favour of post-orgasm cuddles.

“How about we get a shower and continue our conversation in bed?” Aziraphale hummed softly, stroking his hair. Crowley simply nodded and allowed Aziraphale to scoop him into his arms and take him to bed.

#ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #GO smut #good omens #smut #sugar daddy au #human au #non binary beelzebub #mlm

[gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes]

Stucky fics by Gfawkes

Lis here; she/her, GenX, snarky, salty, geek. I love horses, writing, gardening, running, sarcasm, swearing, and a lot of other nonsense. NSFW always. I have two teenagers. If that weirds you out, believe me, it does the same for me. (This blog runs on a queue (#q) because I’m a grown ass adult and I can only escape here when real life is done). I write stucky and humbly offer the following:

Telephone Game - Stark Tower, friends to lovers, Avengers’ confessions. Also check out the sequel Game of Dice.

Capricious - Hydra Trash Party, porn with plot, happy ending.

Motivation - Gym Bros rom-com with art by @buckybearsdoodles​

Forget-me-not - Alaska / Korean War, Historical AU, Pre Serum Stucky, hurt/comfort, sad with a happy ending.

Fics with ART

I’m fortunate to have worked with some amazing artists for inspiration! Please support their work by visiting the links below and sharing the love!

We are each our own devil (and we make this world our hell) - Dark Angel Steve and Winter Soldier/Bucky in a wingfic with art by @murkycrush

Lost Soldier - Bucky is found by Peter Parker, who sets out to find Bucky’s long lost friend. (hurt/comfort collab with @cobaltmoonysart)​

Where angels fear to tread - Shrunkyclunks and horses (hurt/comfort collab with @sanguineterrain)

As long as there is dusk and dawn, a glimpse of stolen time (fantasy hurt/comfort collab with @liquidlightz)​

The AUs

Gold, Silver, and Virtue - After EG, Steve doesn’t return, but he does come back to the Winter Soldier. (fix-it, Silver Fox Steve)

Have You Ever? - very first fic I wrote. Pre-war, 40s stucky with smol Steve, based on From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler

The Masturbation Challenge - humor/fluff

Dog Fight - Modern Steve and Buck, no powers (hurt/comfort, Marvel Trumps Hate donation by heros.bazaar.art)

Recycled - Cap!Bucky Shrinkyclinks (humor/fluff)

Falling isn’t always a bad thing - Christmas Fluff, modern boys

Zen and the Art of Steve Rogers - motorcycle trip across the US, modern boys

Bucky Barnes Always Rings Twice  - Shrinkyclinks no powers (humor/fluff)

Every Teardrop - Musicians, smol Steve, modern Bucky (humor/fluff)

Fifty Below - baseball idiots (humor/fluff)

A/B/O

Unchanged - apocalypse AU

#stucky #gfawkes #stucky fics #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky aus #digital art #pinned

[asoulunbound]

...for my Marvel and Bridgerton muses, because they are loud today

Marvel

The Vision: synthezoid; Avenger Emma Frost: mutant telepath X-23/Laura Kinney: clone/daughter of Wolverine Kwannon/Pyslocke: ninja raised by the Hand Jason Wyngrade: Mastermind; Brotherhood of Evil Mutants Valeria Richards: genius daughter of Reed Richards and Sue Storm Sonya Falsworth: MI6 agent; new acting director of MI6

muses with established AU:

Alec Trevelyan: Hydra double-agent at Shield Penelope Garcia: mutant technomancer at the FBI Dr. Spencer Reid: hidden mutant at the FBI

Bidgerton

Edwina Sharma: Diamond of the season Benedict Bridgerton: second son of the Bridgerton family; painter Eloise Bridgerton: daughter of the Bridgerton family

muses with established AU:

Macau Theerapanyakul: young rake; he and his mysterious family arrived in London at the beginning of the season; Kim Theerapanyakul: musician; he and his mysterious family arrived in London at the beginning of the season, although it appears that he wants to distance himself from his family.

Like/Reply for a starter! Crossovers/AUs are welcome and our muses don't need to know each other.

#&& a new beginning (starter call) #(remember to reply who you want or be doomed!) #marvel rp #mcu rp #bridgerton rp #period rp #superpower rp

[artficlly]

face the music (masterlist)

Music College Marvel AU

!frat!musician!bucky x !frat!musician!steve x !musician!femreader

You are a scholarship student at Stark's College of Music. After accidentally showing up the college's elite group with your singing at the Annual Showing. They aren't happy with you, nor are you with all the extra unwanted attention. But you can't help but notice that two of the school elite - Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers - have taken a particular interest in you.

This fic includes a lot of heavy past abuse and the healing journey from that, theres a lot of feminine rage sprinkled in between but please read at your own risk!

main masterlist

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven

#bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #steve rodgers x you #steve x reader #steve rodgers x y/n #steve rodgers x reader #bucky x steve x reader #marvel fic #marvel au #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #face the music

[ironfey-42]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Doctor Strange (2016), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange Additional Tags: musicians au, Musicians IronStrange, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, AU of an AU, IronStrange Secret Santa 2019 Summary:

Tony and Stephen are a piano/cello duo performing in many concert halls. They’re pretty famous.

IronStrange Bingo 2019: Free Space

@ironstrangehaven 

@musisui

#ironfeyworks #ironstrange #fanfic #fanwork #doctor strange #iron man #stephen strange #tony stark #magitech #marvel cinematic universe #strangeiron