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the-re-farmer · 6 months ago
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Our 2024 Garden: morning in the garden and NOOOOooooo!!!! *sniff*
I headed out early this morning, while it was still relatively cool, to do the watering and make use of the grass clippings that had been collected and spread out on the black tarp. I was getting near the end of watering in the main garden area, about to move on to the strawberry bed, when I realized… I wasn’t seeing any strawberry plants. At all. Noooooooo!! View this post on Instagram A…
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elliesmainhoe · 7 months ago
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Sundress Season
Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader
NSFW imagine • 18+ ONLY
Summary: A picnic date can really only end one way~
Contents: Fluff, feminine reader, kissing, cuteness, hickeys, ✂️✂️✂️, Abby loves your tits, use of pet names (baby, sugar, doll, beautiful).
WC 1.1K
DAY 1 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER.
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June was your favourite month by far. The sun beamed down onto the hillside, it's rays setting a gold hue across the grass , the wind still held a crispness to it that was not yet tainted by the humidity of late summer heat but still warm, the flowers began blossoming their buds and petals and the birds started to sing their songs.
You loved it. That's why, when the signs of early summer began showing you immediately knew that you had to celebrate the occasion. And what better way than a picnic with your favourite person in the whole wide world, your wife.
Sandwiches, fruit, lemonade and some homemade cupcakes were packed into a brown wicker basket, along with a cliche red and white chequered blanket to lay on the still slightly dewy grass.
"Are you ready beautiful?" You heard Abby's voice sound out from downstairs, like usual she put on her usual clothes and braided her hair without a bother in the world. You however, showered, did your skincare, dried and styled your hair, applied your make-up, and put on the prettiest dress you owned. A floral blue off the shoulder dress that draped down to your knees.
It was annoying, in all honesty. How effortlessly beautiful she was.
"Yes, Coming!" You yelled back, clipping the clasp on your necklace as you left your bedroom and running down the stairs excitedly. "I've packed all of the food that you told me to- it looks delicious" Abby told you, smiling at your excited form- as you hop up and down.
"Thank you Abs!" You smile in appreciation, grabbing her hand and ushering her out the door. A stupid lovesick smile plastered onto her features as she beamed at the nickname.
The old rust bucket truck purred into action as soon as Abby's key turned in the ignition, hand placed firm on your thigh. Thumb moving in a circular motion- before her arm moved over the back of the leather seat you were sitting in as she reversed out of the drive.
It took about ten minutes to get to the location you had in mind- living in the countryside definitely had its perks for sure. Soft music drifted out the cars speakers, filling in the comfortable silence that fell between you and Abby, the only noise other than the music being your quiet hums.
The riverbank was beautiful, with sound of rushing water, twittering birds and tall trees casting shade on the ground. You laid the chequered blanket by the tree, hoping to be kept out of view from the sun.
Abby kneeled down on the blanket, assisting you by unpacking the basket, humming in approval at the sight of the food. Once she'd emptied the wicker baskets contents she sat down, back resting against the rough bark of the tree.
"c'mere, sugar" she grinned, patting her thigh with a chuckle.
Of course you sat down, smiling sweetly as you picked up a cupcake from the spread of food, licking at the icing, earning an eye roll from Abby.
"Really?" She scoffed, with a smirk on her face.
"really."
Her hands grabbed your hips softly, kneading at the plush flesh over the thin fabric of your sundress. Her mouth connected to the naked skin of your collar bone, sucking and kissing leaving purple marks behind in her tentative wake and drawing soft whimpers from your lips.
Soon her mouth had travelled to your neck and then your jaw and then she eventually dipped down to the top of your boobs, her teeth nipping at the soft flesh of your cleavage.
"Aren't ya just so lucky to live in the middle of no where, so your girlfriend can play with your tits whenever the fuck she wants and no one can see ya?- lucky girl" she purred.
Her hands began tugging down the straps of your dress, breasts spilling out from the built-in cups of the floral dress. She left light kisses across the plush of your skin, slowly moving down the valley in-between your breasts before moving back up to slowly suck on your sensitive nipple.
As her tongue rolled over your sensitive bud, you felt her calloused fingers creep up your thigh, pinching at the fat before settling over your clothed cunt. Her fingers brushed over your sensitive spot, still shielded in thin fabric as you gasped at the sensation.
You cried out when her hand left your mound, the sound of a belt unbuckling with a clunk, as you felt Abby move from beneath you, shimmying out from her worn jeans and panties.
In a swift movement, you were now laying flush against the red and white gingham picnic blanket, Abby straddling your hips as her fingers fidgeted with the waistband of your pink panties, asking for permission which you quickly gave with a nod of your head. She tapped on your ass, signalling you to arch up a bit so she could take them off more easily.
"god you have such a beautiful pussy baby- fuck, could stare at it for hours." she hummed, finger creeping down to collect your slick. "All wet for me already baby? haven't even touched your cunt yet? god doll, gon' drive me crazy" she huffed, licking the slick from her fingers like a woman starved.
"fuck baby, you even taste sweet-" she praised, causing an impatient whine to leave your pouted lips. she laughs "alright doll- I hear ya' lift this leg up for me" she instructs patting at your right thigh, as you obediently follow.
she maneuvers so she now hovers on top of you, unclothed cunts centimeters apart from each other before she slowly begins to roll her hips. Moans leaves both of your mouths at the sensation of your clits rubbing together, over and over and over again.
"fuck baby~ God I love those pretty sounds you make~" she whines, head tilting back as your hips buck up into hers at the praise, cunts moving together as Abby grabs your tits in her palms, rolling your nipples in-between her index and thumb.
your hands reach up to cup Abby's cheeks, pulling her down into a sloppy passionate kiss, the bucking of your hips becoming faster as the feeling in your core tightens.
"gon' come abby~ wanna come with you" you whine into her mouth desperately.
"come with me baby- come baby- please" she grunts breathlessly, the moving of her hips becoming sloppier against yours, as the coil inside of you both snaps together, erotic moans leaving both of your lips as you ride out your high, mouths still interlocked in a desperate kiss.
Abby sighs, body lowering bedside you after a few minutes, catching her breath, a cheeky grin plastered on her face as she gazes at you, your tits covered in bites and your thighs coated with her cum.
and all she could think was 'i hope she wears that sundress again'
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can you tell I've never scissored someone before? 😞
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junkdrawerfics · 2 years ago
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Game On
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(one of my favorite clips, lowkey)
Jasper X Reader
Summary: A little snippet of wolf!reader playing baseball with the Cullens. You and Emmett have a little rivalry going, and you'll do anything for some Jasper scratches.
Word Count: 1021
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“You sure you can keep up with us, wolfie?” Emmet calls from the batter’s box with an absolutely snarky grin.
You cock a brow at him, settling into a crouch with an equally vicious smile, “Just you watch me, Em, you won’t make it to first base.”
“I’d like to see that,” he taunts back, twisting his grip on the bat and posing it over his shoulder.
Jasper chuckles from across the field, the sound easily reaching your sensitive ears, “Take it easy on him, darlin’.”
“No can do, Jas.” Your friendly rivalry with Emmett started as soon as you and Jasper got together, only made worse by you being a shifter. Competitiveness runs deep in your blood. “Someone has to put him in his place, and you pansies sure aren’t going to.”
“Ooh-” Emmett hisses through his teeth dramatically. “-you gonna let her talk to you like that?”
“I’m not one to get offended by a few words,” Jasper shoots back, smirk all too cocky, “Not like when you whined a full week when she called you a cream puff.”
“Hey-”
“It’s time!” Alice chimes before Emmett can stand up for himself.
You snicker and he throws a glare your way.
Game on.
With your enhanced speed and strength, you put up a good fight against the vampires. It’s almost unfair, you and Jasper working perfectly in sync, getting them out one at a time. On your turn to bat, the feeling of smashing the ball, brutal and unrestrained, makes your whole body spark to life, driving you through the plates like a flash of lightning. It’s exhilarating.
Nearing the end of the thunderstorm, the game is close, your team up by one run. Emmett is back up to bat. Chest heaving, heart pounding, you make eye contact with him and, with the most wolfish smile, mouth a silent, ‘Bring it.’
Emmett scowls, eyes focusing back on Alice, and you hear Jasper chuckle softly.
Alice winds up, moving with practiced ease, and launches the baseball straight down the line. A crack of thunder overlaps the loud ring of the bat slamming into it, and it goes flying. You go flying after it.
You tear through the trees, eyes bright with glee as you follow the ball. The wind whips your hair around wildly, the damp ground giving way under your feet. You feel free. Out of breath, every muscle aching, but free. The moment right before your feet leave the ground, adrenaline surges through every cell of your body and you explode into a mess of fur and snapping teeth.
You jump, far too high, far too fast. But your teeth clamp down on the baseball, practically ripping through the leather, before you go crashing to the ground in a flurry of dirt and grass. The earth shakes at your impact, the sound louder than the storm’s thunder.
“(Y/n)!”
The family of vampires freeze, eyes wide. Jasper races after you. Worry burns through his veins as he comes to a stop at the crater’s edge. Gold eyes narrowed, he desperately searches through the haze of dirt for a sign that you’re okay.
Then you pop back up, and all his concern dissipates. You, in wolf form, look up at him with happy, squinted eyes, the ball still clamped firmly in your jaws. Your whole body practically shakes with how hard your tail is wagging.
“Well look at you,” the blond sighs, shaking his head, “I didn’t know wolves could fly, darlin’.”
Shaking off the dirt clinging to your fur, you scramble out of the hole you created. Without hesitation, you push into Jasper’s open arms. He chuckles as you wiggle in his grip, letting out little happy huffs as he scratches your head. You love it when he gives you scratches in wolf form, it’s like getting a massage in human form.
“You know-” You perk your ears and pause to look up at his slanted, mischievous grin. “-Emmett won’t like this.”
You let out a muffled ‘woof’. He better not like it, because he just signed his defeat. You won. The thought makes you growl happily as you adjust the ball in your mouth. Time to show off your victory.
Jasper sticks by your side and you trot back to the field. The moment you reach the tree line, Emmett lets out a loud, rumbling groan.
“That has to be cheating!”
“Umpire?”
Everyone turns to Esme. Emmett looks so hopeful, but then she looks at you and winks. You’ve never been so happy to see someone’s face plummet.
“You’re out, Emmett.”
You drop the ball and let out a small victorious howl. The man glares at you playfully, but you catch the smallest glimpse of a smile when you do a few happy stomps and throw yourself at Jasper. The blond grunts as your full weight takes you both to the ground. 
“Darlin’,” he wheezes out a bright laugh, “you’re crushing me.”
You huff, not caring even a bit as you drop your head on top of his chest. More scratches. You deserve more scratches, you won the game! Jasper can feel your insistence, having grown accustomed to reading your more chaotic emotions in this form, and gives in when you nudge him with your nose, licking his face. He curls his fingers through your thick fur, earning a happy grumble from you.
“We’re going to head back to the house,” Carlisle announces, voice ringing with amusement, “Feel free to join us when you would like to.”
Which ends up being far later in the night because there is something so lovely about just curling up with your vampire and watching the stars come out. He eventually goes and retrieves your extra clothes (he started keeping some with him after several phasing accidents) and you return to the Cullen household, where you mercilessly mock Emmett.
“How does it feel to lose to a wolf, cream puff?”
“(Y/n), I swear to God I’m gonna-”
You dash up the stairs, giggling wildly. Jasper follows behind slowly, tossing the bigger vampire a smug grin.
“Next time, you shouldn’t underestimate her.”
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This idea came to me at like midnight and I wrote down the idea and I love it. I hope you guys enjoyed it too!
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rintarosluvr · 6 days ago
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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊
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Sylus x Reader
Topics: angst (sorta), flashback on how Y/n and sylus met, they are 14/15, basically teenagers being teenagers, she doesn't like sylus (let me cook!), sylus comforting Y/n
Note: happy new year! hope y'all enjoy this chap as well!!
Word count: 5k
Chap.1
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Chap.2
A loud crash shook you awake, the sound rattling the stillness of the early morning
The faint glow of dawn seeped through the thin curtains of your bedroom, painting the walls in muted shades of blue and gold
The soft rustling of the ocean breeze carried through the slightly ajar window but it wasn’t enough to drown out the commotion outside
The door to your room creaked open as Leanne peeked her head inside, her hair messy from sleeping
“Y/n…” she called, her voice filled with worry
“I know, I know” you grumble, rubbing your eyes as you sit up, the wooden floor creaked slightly beneath her as she stepped inside
“I thought your old neighbors moved out?” she asks, glancing toward the window as if trying to see what had disturbed the quiet morning
“They did. The house has been empty for a while” you mumble, tossing your blanket aside and standing up
“Then why did I see people moving in?” she asks, her confusion evident
“What?!” you exclaim, rushing past her and heading for the stairs
Leanne follows as you storm through the cozy living room, where Vanessa and Kaori are already waiting by the open door
The salty tang of the ocean air hit you immediately, the sound of waves crashing faintly in the distance
“She’s finally up” Vanessa mutters, leaning against the doorframe
“About time” Kaori sighs, stepping aside as you push the screen door open and head outside.
The morning sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the sleepy coastal neighborhood
The old house next door loomed next door, it’s once faded blue paint now looking refreshed
“Did you call any of my parents?” you ask as you stride toward the house, your bare feet brushing against the dew covered grass
“They didn’t pick up” Vanessa replies
“Great” you mutter, pushing open the rusty gate that separated the two properties. It creaked loudly, drawing a wince from you
You make your way up the short pathway, bordered by overgrown shrubs and press the doorbell. The faint sounds drifted from inside the house, quickly silenced by the chime of the bell
A moment later, the door swung open, revealing a boy about your age. He leaned against the frame, his expression casual, his white hair slightly disheveled as though he’d just woken up
“Can I help you?” he asks, his raised eyebrow matching his amused tone
You blink, momentarily thrown off by the easy confidence in his posture “This house isn’t supposed to have anyone in it. So, if you would kindly leave…”
He smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned further against the frame “My parents just rented this house. So that makes us neighbors” he says
You narrow your eyes, skeptical “And where are they?”
“Out with your parents” he replies without missing a beat “They told me they had a daughter my age living next door”
That sounded exactly like something your mom would say... You sigh, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly “I guess you’re in the clear Just try to keep it down, yeah?”
“I’ll try my best” he nods as he watches you.
You roll your eyes and step back
“What’s your name” he asks, tilting his head in curiosity
“Y/n” you reply curtly
“Nice to meet you, Y/n I’m Sylus”
You nod, turning on your heel to head back toward your house. Your friends fall into step beside you, their curious glances making you bristle
“He’s staring at you” Leanne whispers, a teasing grin tugging at her lips
“I have a boyfriend” you mutter, your tone clipped as you focus on the gravel crunching under your feet
“There’s nothing wrong with admitting your neighbor is good looking” Kaori shrugs, her tone light as the sun glinted off the ocean waves in the distance.
“Whatever” you mumble
[Three Days Later]
“Okay, kiddos, everyone take a seat!” your teacher says as you make your way to your usual spot at the back of the classroom
The chatter among your classmates gradually fades and the bustling energy settles into a calm quiet
“We have a new student joining us today, Please give a warm welcome to Sylus, who officially transferred yesterday''
Your attention shifts to the new arrival. Sylus stands tall, exuding a composed confidence. His eyes sweep over the room, taking in the curious faces
When his gaze lands on you, he nods slightly, a small smirk tugging at his lips, You narrow your eyes, returning the look with mild annoyance
From the desk in front of you, your boyfriend leans back slightly, his tone low “You know him?”
“Found out like two days ago, that he’s my neighbor” you explain with a sigh “Thought he was one of those kids sneaking into abandoned houses or something”
“And he knows you’ve got a boyfriend, right?” he presses, his expression serious
“Probably not” you admit, leaning back in your seat “Didn’t talk to him for that long”
He nods, clearly mulling it over before turning his focus back to the front of the classroom
“What was that about?” Vanessa whispers, her eyes darting between you and your boyfriend
“Don’t know, it’s weird” you shrug, brushing off whatever that was
“Sylus, you can take a seat next to Eydis” the teacher says, motioning to the empty chair near the window, Sylus strides to the seat with an air of ease, his smirk lingering as he passes your desk
As he sits, he casts another glance your way and you fight the urge to roll your eyes
During the break, you and your friends sat near the soccer field, the ocean stretching out in the distance
The sun glinted off the waves and a gentle breeze carried through the air, Your friends gathered around the picnic table, chatting and picking at their snacks.
Leanne broke the momentary silence, her voice playful like she was interviewing you “So, what do you think about your boyfriend being jealous of Sylus after just three classes?”
“It’s annoying” you mumble, unwrapping the vending machine snack in your hands and taking a bite
“I bet” Kaori chimes in, leaning back on the bench and shaking her head
“You should’ve seen his face when Sylus called my name after the teacher asked who he wanted to partner up with for class” you sigh
Vanessa raises an eyebrow “Maybe he’s jealous of Sylus’s looks?”
“Well, I’m his girlfriend” you say firmly “He doesn’t have anything to worry about”
“True” Vanessa nods, popping a chip into her mouth as the conversation shifts to other things, but the unease about your boyfriend’s jealousy lingers in the back of your mind
Above the distant sound of the waves, the faint cheers from the soccer field and the chatter of other students fill the air, grounding you in the moment as your friends laugh and joke around
“Wassup!” a familiar voice cuts through your thoughts. You turn your head, spotting Kazuo strolling over with his usual relaxed demeanor “What’s with your boyfriend acting all competitive toward the new guy?” he asks, raising an eyebrow as he leans casually against the table
“I honestly don’t know and I don’t want to know” you grumble, rubbing your temple “Everything is pissing me off at this moment”
“Might have to do with Sylus talking to him before class” Eydis says, suddenly appearing and sliding into the bench between Kaori and Leanne, helping himself to their snacks
“What?” you ask, genuinely caught off guard
“He didn’t tell you?” Eydis looks surprised “Well, I asked Sylus about it, and he said, ‘Your girlfriend is very pretty’ which is bold, I can’t lie”
You groan dropping your head onto Vanessa’s shoulder “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope” Eydis says, shaking his head as he munches on a stolen chips
“So he asked for your name a few days ago and stalked your social media. I respect the effort” Kazuo nods
“I don’t” you snap
“Well, we’re on the field” Eydis says, standing up with Kazuo “See you later”
As they head off, Vanessa nudges you “Are you going to talk to Sylus?” “No” you shake your head firmly “Who knows what he’s up to”
“Seems like he’s into you” Kaori says with a shrug “Like, a lot”
“Love at first sight” Leanne teases, a mischievous grin spreading across her face “How romantic”
You toss a piece of candy at her, earning a laugh “I’m joking!” she says throwing her hands up defensively
The ocean breeze swirls around you but instead of calming you, it only reminds you of the whirlwind Sylus seems to have brought into your life
“See you guys tomorrow!” you wave at your friends from across the train station
“We’ll be calling later!” Kaori reminds you as their train pulls up
“Sure!” You chuckle, popping your earbuds in, getting ready to start your music, but before you can, someone sits down next to you on the bench
You look up “Why are you sitting here?” you ask, glancing around at the mostly empty station
“Because I want to” Sylus says with a nonchalant shrug
You frown “Did you really go up to him and tell him his girlfriend is pretty?” you ask, unable to hold back your curiosity
“Yeah” he says, shrugging again like it’s no big deal
“Why?” “Wanted to tell him the truth,” he says casually, as it’s the most normal thing in the world
You narrow your eyes at him “Well, he’s jealous thanks to you”
“Then he doesn’t deserve you” Sylus says, his gaze locking with yours
You blink caught off guard by his bluntness “Just shut up”
He chuckles softly, clearly entertained by your reaction “If he breaks up with you, it’s his loss, really”
You raise your eyebrows, incredulous at what just came out of his mouth. It’s as if your one year relationship doesn’t hold any weight in his eyes
“If you were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t let you go for anything” he says, his tone sincere, with no trace of his usual smirk. He looks like he means every word
You don’t respond. Instead, you plug your other earbud in and start your music, hoping to drown him out
[Saturday]
“Do I really have to go?” you sigh, trailing after your mom as she moves around the living room searching for her bag
“Yes” she says without looking up “I already told Mrs. Qin we’d be coming over”
“What about my plans?” you protest, hoping for an out
“You don’t have any plans. If you did, you would’ve told me days ago,” she replies
“I don’t like him” you grumble, slumping against the wall
“Has he done anything to you?” your mom asks, already knowing you’re talking about Sylus
“Yeah, sabotaging my relationship” you mutter under your breath
“Oh, Y/n” she sighs shaking her head “He only told your boyfriend you were pretty. There’s nothing wrong with that”
“So if some woman came up to you and told you Dad was handsome, you’d be fine with it?” you challenge, crossing your arms and watching her reaction
“It’s good to know my husband is handsome” she shrugs
You groan and throw yourself face first onto the couch cushion, muffling a frustrated scream into the fabric
“Are you done?” she asks, raising an eyebrow as you peek up at her “If so, go get dressed. You’ve got fifteen minutes”
You huff dramatically but drag yourself upstairs, as you trudge up the stairs, you pull out your phone and tap into your group chat
The phone rings a few times before Leanne picks up, her face filling the screen as she spins lazily in her chair
“What’s up?” she asks, tilting her head in curiosity
“I need a way out” you groan dramatically, flopping onto your bed with your phone hovering over your face
“Out of what?” Kaori’s voice cuts in as her face pops up in the corner of the screen
“My mom is dragging me to Mrs. Qin’s house” you explain, letting out a long, exaggerated sigh. “And guess who’s gonna be there”
“Sylus” Vanessa guesses, her screen lighting up as she joins the call
“Ding, ding, ding” you deadpan “I swear, my mom is on his side at this point. She even defended him for calling me pretty to my boyfriend”
“Damn, Sylus got your mom wrapped around his finger too?” Leanne laughs, spinning again in her chair
“Not helping” you grumble, glaring at her through the screen
“So what’s the plan?” Kaori leans closer to her camera, her expression serious like she’s ready to strategize
“There is no plan” you sigh, flipping onto your back “She’s giving me fifteen minutes to get dressed, and I don’t have a single excuse not to go”
“Just fake being sick” Vanessa suggests with a casual shrug
“Tried that last time” you reply, groaning again “You know it won’t work twice”
“Well, you could always just… survive it” Kaori says, throwing her hands up as if it’s the most obvious solution
“Not the advice I was looking for” you mutter, shooting her a halfhearted glare
“You’ll be fine” Leanne says reassuringly
“Text us updates!” Kaori adds “We need the gossip”
“You guys are useless” you laugh despite yourself “Well, I gotta go” you add as your mom’s voice rings out from downstairs, calling your name
With a resigned sigh, you end the call and drag yourself toward your closet, already dreading the evening ahead
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“On my way back from practice, I bought flowers for you both” Sylus says, handing your mom a bouquet with an easy smile
“Oh, how sweet” your mom says, bringing the flowers to her nose for a sniff “These are lovely”
Sylus then hands you a smaller bouquet. You narrow your eyes at him, your lips pressed into a thin line as his mother watches the interaction with interest
“Thank you, Sylus” you say with a strained, fake smile “How nice of you”
“You’re welcome” he nods, his tone surprisingly polite
You glance down at the bouquet in your hands, your irritation slowly fading when you notice they’re your favorite flowers
“Seems like stalking paid off” you mutter under your breath, making sure only he could hear you
“It did” he chuckles softly, clearly amused by your reaction
You roll your eyes and grip the bouquet tighter, silently praying for the ground to swallow you whole. God, why this?
“Your boyfriend has yet to do this” she whispers, her tone sly as she gestures to the bouquet
Yeah, that’s it. If the universe doesn’t end you right now, you’ll simply die, The last thing you want is your mother comparing Sylus to your boyfriend
Soon after you all move to the table, it was beautifully set, with steaming dishes of food that smelled amazing
You sat across from Sylus, who seemed perfectly at ease, laughing and chatting with your mother and his mother
“So, Y/n” Mrs. Qin began, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, “how do you like having Sylus as a neighbor?”
You forced a polite smile “It’s… fine. Quiet, most of the time”
“Most of the time?” Sylus interjected, raising an eyebrow “When have I been loud?”
You shot him a look “You’re not as quiet as you think during your practice in the garage with your boxing”
Sylus raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across his face “Ah, so you’ve been listening to my training sessions?” he teased, leaning back in his chair, clearly enjoying the banter
You fought the urge to roll your eyes “It’s hard not to hear the punching bag rattle at all hours” you muttered, trying to sound casual “It’s like a drumbeat for the neighborhood
Your mother cleared her throat, clearly picking up on your tone. “She’s just adjusting to the change, Mrs. Qin. You know how teenagers can be”
Mrs. Qin laughed, nodding. “Of course, of course. But you two seem to get along well enough” Her gaze turned to Sylus “Have you been helping her with anything? Schoolwork, maybe?”
“Actually” Sylus said “I’ve been helping her boyfriend understand his priorities”
Your fork clattered against your plate as you dropped it, glaring at him “That’s not what happened”
“Oh?” Mrs. Qin asked, her eyebrows lifting in amusement “What did happen?”
Sylus leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the attention “Let’s just say I had to remind him how lucky he is”
“You mean by making him jealous?” you muttered under your breath, quickly, shoving a bite of food into your mouth to avoid further questioning
“I think it’s sweet that Sylus has taken such an interest” your mother chimed in, giving you a pointed look “He’s such a thoughtful young man”
You resisted the urge to groan, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on you. Sylus smiled at you across the table, completely unbothered. You, on the other hand, were counting the minutes until this dinner was over
“So, do you attend any after school clubs?” Mrs. Qin asks, her gaze bright with curiosity
You nod, swallowing a bite of food “I do, the dance club”
“That’s interesting” she says with a smile “You cheer too, right?”
You raise an eyebrow, surprised “How did you know that?”
“Sylus mentioned it” she replies
You glance at Sylus, who gives you a small, knowing smirk
“Oh yeah. I do, it’s fun” you say
“I’ve seen them walk together after practice. It’s nice of him to wait for you” your mom chimes in, clearly proud
You almost choke on your food at the mention of that “Oh really?” Mrs. Qin asks, glancing between you and her son, clearly intrigued
“Yeah, it’s kind of late when she finishes” Sylus says with a shrug and you swear you can feel your blood pressure rising
“It only happened twice” you say quickly, wanting to downplay the situation
Sylus raises an eyebrow “Which is still a lot”
You give him a tight lipped smile, wishing you could find a way to shut him up
After dinner, both mothers decided to clean up, suggesting that you and Sylus hang out in his room while they took care of the dishes
You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of parents would let that happen, especially with how teens have been lately
But here you were, walking behind him to his room after he held the door open with a grin “Ladies first,” he said, gesturing for you to go ahead
His room was painted in deep red, with black curtains draped across the windows, a few medals hung on the walls, along with several trophies scattered around and to your surprise, a cat lounged lazily on the bed
You crouched down to pet it, letting your fingers gently stroke its soft fur
“It’s a boy” Sylus said, leaning against the doorframe, watching you
You smiled, continuing to pet the cat “What’s his name?”
“Shadow” he replied
His cat looks up at you lazily, flicking its tail before rubbing its head against your hand
You smile, enjoying the softness of his fur “He’s cute” you admit, giving the cat a gentle scratch behind its ears
Sylus shrugs “He’s more like a cat than a pet, really. Just hangs around when he feels like it”
You stand up and glance around his room, noting the trophies and medals scattered on shelves “You’re really I to boxing, no?” you ask, gesturing toward his achievements
“Yeah” he says with a slight shrug “You could say I like competition”
You nod slowly, eyes flicking to one of the gold medals hanging on the wall “Seems like it’s working out for you”
“Some things do” he responds, his tone unexpectedly serious for a moment
You take a seat on the edge of his bed, still trying to wrap your mind around the idea of spending time in his room
It felt… different. Something about the space felt both inviting and oddly intimidating
As you sit there, Sylus steps closer but the way he’s looking at you makes you realize just how much he’s been watching you since you stepped into the room
You feel the air shift between you both, an unspoken tension hanging in the air
“So, what do you usually do in here?” you ask, trying to break the silence
He smirks, leaning against the desk “Nothing interesting. Just training, games, and… occasionally making people mad”
You raise an eyebrow at him “Sounds like you enjoy the last one”
“Guilty as charged” he replies “You should try it sometime. Might be fun”
You roll your eyes, not taking the bait “I think I’ll pass on that one”
“So how long have you been with your boyfriend?” Sylus asked his eyes watching you intently
The question caught you off guard “A year” you answer, trying to keep your tone neutral
He nodded but didn’t say anything more, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment
“What? You don’t have a girlfriend?” you question raising an eyebrow, still leaning back and absentmindedly petting Shadow
“No” he replied simply, his gaze shifting away from you for a second “If I did, it would’ve been known”
“Got it” you nodded, the air between you suddenly thick with something unspoken. You watched as he sat down in his chair, settling into the silence,
You grab your phone, relieved for something to distract you, It buzzed a few times and you unlocked it to check the notifications from the group chat
Leanne: “Y/n, spill! What’s going on with you and Sylus?”
Kaori: “I swear he’s flirting with you, just admit it!”
Vanessa: “You okay over there?”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, texting back quickly “Nothing’s going on. He’s just being a pain”
You could feel Sylus’s eyes on you as you typed, but you didn’t look up. It was easier that way
[The morning after]
“He was just staring a lot, like he was observing me” you tell your friends the next day, trying to make sense of Sylus’s behavior
“Maybe he was in awe” Vanessa shrugs, a teasing grin on her face
“I don’t know” you shrug, not quite convinced “It was a bit weird when it was just the two of us”
“In an awkward or like a comfortable way?” Kaori asks
“Both, I guess” you sigh feeling the confusion from last night all over again
“And he gave you flowers, your favorite ones, that’s cute” Leanne adds, trying to lighten the mood
“I’m just trying to figure out why he always does the things he does, waiting for me and now the flowers” you mumble, your thoughts tangled
“Well, that gotta wait, your boyfriend is coming and looks mad” Vanessa says, her tone shifting as she spots him walking toward you
You turn around to see him approaching, a frown already forming on his face
“Hey, can we talk?” he asks as soon as he reaches you
“Uh yeah, sure” you nod, feeling the tension “See you guys in class” you call to your friends, who nod and watch you walk away
You follow your boyfriend down an empty hallway, feeling the weight of the moment
“Are the rumors true?” he asks as you both slow down, his voice tense
“What rumors?” you ask, genuinely confused
“You and Sylus having dinner last night?” he asks, his eyes searching your face for an answer
“Oh yeah, was forced to go by my mom” you reply, trying to keep things light but sensing the storm brewing
“And the flowers he gave you?” he presses, clearly not letting it go
“Couldn’t really throw them away” you mumble, feeling uncomfortable “Why are you questioning me right now?”
“I don’t like him” he admits, his voice low and serious
“And I do?” you mumble under your breath, trying not to sound hurt
“It seems like it” he sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration
“Are you kidding me right now?” you narrow your eyes at him, not knowing how to handle this
“What am I supposed to think, you’ve been spending so much time with him?”
“Not by will” you say, your voice edged with frustration
“Right” he mumbles, his eyes narrowing “Maybe we should take a break”
“What? Just because of what happened last night? Are you serious?” you ask, your annoyance creeping in “Whatever, I don’t have the time for this. Text me later or something” you say, turning on your heel and walking away
Sylus watches you enter the classroom, clearly annoyed, with a hint of concern flickering in his expression
You take your seat with a sigh, trying to shake off the tension
“What happened?” Kaori asks, noticing your mood as soon as you sit down
“He wants to break up because of what happened last night” you explain, keeping your voice low
“Because of a dinner you were forced to go to? That’s crazy” Leanne says, disbelief in her voice
“Tell me about it” you mumble
[3:42PM]
You felt like crying when you saw the text message from your now ex boyfriend after school
The words stung, he broke up with you so easily, letting his insecurities about Sylus tear everything down, for a guy who had barely been around for a week, it hurt more than you expected
“You’re fine, Y/n” you whisper to yourself, trying to steady your breath “He doesn’t deserve you”
Breaking up with you over some other guy? How weak was that? The thought gnawed at you as the frustration and disappointment built up inside
You let out a deep sigh, pausing your music, trying to compose yourself
You had ditched cheer practice, too tired to face it all, the last thing you wanted was to pretend everything was okay when it really wasn’t
You wanted nothing more than to be home, away from everyone, to just curl up and cry your eyes out, the weight of everything, the breakup, the confusion, the frustration was too much to carry right now
You just wanted to shut the world out, tune out all the noise and let the tears fall without worrying about anything or anyone
It felt like everything was falling apart and all you wanted was to escape for a while
A pair of shoes stops in front of you but you refuse to look up, already knowing who it is, of all people, he’s the last person you want to see you like this
“I’m not in the mood today” you mumble, keeping your gaze fixed on the ground
He doesn’t reply right away but instead, he sits down beside you. “He’s an idiot” he finally says
You scoff softly glancing at him.“You know this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t talked to him, right?”
Sylus doesn’t smirk or offer a cheeky comeback, For once, his face isn’t wearing its usual confident expression. Instead, there’s something softer, almost unreadable in his gaze
He looks at you for a moment longer, his eyes tracing over your glossy eyes and the way your teeth sink into your lip, an obvious attempt to hold back the tears threatening to spill
You look pitiful, like a cornered kitten, trembling but still trying to hold its ground, Vulnerable, but stubbornly defiant, yet he doesn’t smirk or wear that cocky, self assured expression you’ve come to expect
If anything, there’s something unfamiliar in his face. Concern? Sympathy? His lips press into a thin line and the sharpness in his eyes softens, just enough to make you doubt if you’re imagining it
The silence stretches, heavy and taut, until he finally speaks, his voice lower than usual, as though afraid to shatter you entirely “You look like you’re about to cry”
“And whose fault is that?” you snap, your voice cracking slightly as you glare at him
Sylus sighs, leaning back against the wall behind him, his gaze never leaving your face “Mine, I guess. But I wasn’t trying to ruin anything for you. If he can’t handle someone saying his girlfriend is pretty, maybe he wasn’t worth your time”
“That’s not the point” you mutter, looking away “It’s the fact that he got so insecure over something so small”
He tilts his head, studying you like you’re a puzzle he’s trying to figure out “You deserve someone who doesn’t crumble at the first sign of competition. Someone who can see how amazing you are and not let their ego get in the way”
You blink at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone “Why are you even here?”
“To make sure you’re okay,” he says simply “And to remind you that his loss isn’t your fault”
You let out a shaky breath, the tears threatening to spill over “I don’t need your pep talk right now, Sylus”
“Maybe not” he shrugs “but you’ve got it anyway”
His words settle over you like a strange kind of comfort and for a moment, you let the silence between you stretch, letting yourself feel just a little less alone
“You have a fever” your father says, pulling his hand away from your forehead, his brow furrowed with concern
“Don’t worry, I can still go to school” you insist, attempting to sit up
“Not happening” he replies firmly, gently pushing you back down by your shoulders. “You’re staying home”
From downstairs, your mother’s voice calls for him, He looks back at you ���Alright, if anything happens, call me, yeah?”
You nod l “Sure”
Your phone rings just as your dad leaves the room and you pick it up without much enthusiasm
“Are you running late?” Vanessa’s voice comes through the speaker
“No, got a fever” you mumble
“Wait, what?! You’re sick?” Leanne chimes in, sounding alarmed
“That’s what my dad said” you shrug, even though they can’t see you
“We’ll come by after school” Kaori says decisively
“Fine by me” you reply, too tired to argue
“We gotta go, class is starting” Vanessa says hurriedly
“Okay bye” you say, hanging up as they rush off
You toss your phone onto the bedside table, letting out a tired sigh
Sylus watches as your parents exit the house, your dad shutting the door behind him
“Y/n is sick today” your mother says, glancing at Sylus “Would you like us to drop you off at school?”
He shakes his head politely “No, thank you. I’ll be fine”
As your parents head toward the car, Sylus hears your dad speak “That’s the boy who gave you and Y/n those bouquets of flowers?”
“Yes” your mom replies with a smile “He’s very sweet”
Sylus doesn’t react but his gaze drifts up to your bedroom window, the soft pink glow from your bedside lamp spills through the curtains, faintly illuminating the room
He lingers for a moment, then turns on his heel and starts walking, his thoughts quietly preoccupied
You scroll through your laptop, looking for a movie to kill some time. Being sick is the worst, it means you’re stuck doing nothing but trying to distract yourself from how miserable you feel
A knock at your window makes you pause, your frown deepening as you push the laptop to the side, shoving the curtain away, you’re met with an unexpected sight
“Sylus?” you say, your voice muffled through the closed window. You slide it open, the warm air brushing past you
“Why aren’t you at school?” you ask, confused
“You’re sick” he replies
“How do you know?” “Your mom told me before they left” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing
You blink at him, then glance down “How’d you even get up here?”
“I climbed” he says with a shrug, as if scaling your house was completely normal “Here”
He sets a bag on the windowsill
“You went to the store?” you ask, raising an eyebrow
“You ask a lot of questions” he sighs, shaking his head as if you’re exhausting him
“Do you blame me?” you mumble, eyeing the bag
Sylus gives you a small smirk but says nothing, leaning casually against the frame like he has all the time in the world
You open the bag, checking its contents, a container of soup, a few snack, a bottle of water, and a drink
You look back up at him, ready to say something, but the sight of him stops you short
The sun behind him casts a golden glow, lighting up his features in a way that seems almost unreal, his hair catches the light and his calm expression contrasts with the casual way he leans against the frame
You feel a strange sensation stir in your stomach, not unpleasant but unfamiliar
You’re not sure if it’s the fever messing with you or something else entirely “Why’d you do this?” you ask softly, the words leaving your mouth before you can stop them
He meets your eyes “Because you need someone to take care of you” he says simply
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birdy-bat-writes · 2 years ago
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Coffee for Mrs. Seresin?
Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Reader
Content warnings: Pining, fluff, and uh.... caffeine? Mild swears, Maybe some banter. I have no clue what qualifies as a warning anymore, I'm so sorry, y'all:') Also, sorry for the spelling, grammar, and punctuation errors.
A/n: Should I be doing math right now? Should I actually be sleeping right now? Yes and yes, BUT no one can blame me. I was reading an adorable Jake Seresin Fanfic by @roosterbruiser (everyone go read Millie's work, it's gold) and I got an idea and I had to write it somewhere so here:D
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You were pretty used to people assuming you and Jake were an item. When an attractive guy and an attractive girl have been friends since college and spend as much time together as you both do, you suppose it's a fair conclusion for people to draw, but an incorrect one, nonetheless. And you really wish people would stop asking because every time you had to explain to someone how you were "just friends," it ate you a little more inside.
The fact of the matter was this: you were in love with your best friend. And it sucked.
You stepped out of your car and strode along the stone walkway amidst the grass up to Rooster's door and rang the bell. It was a cute little townhouse with a blue exterior and you often poked fun at him for how much it resembled a little wooden birdhouse with its colorful walls and white wood-rimmed windows. You suppose it's fitting since Rooster lives there and yes, he hates that gag. It also serves as your group's prime hang-out spot, which is why you're here now.
The door opened to reveal Natasha, wrapped up in an oversized sweatshirt with her hair thrown up in a claw clip. "Yes, you brought chips!"
"Yeah, you didn't really specify which flavor so I just got them all." You said, walking in. "Guests should start coming in an hour, right?"
"Mmm-hmm." The 7 of you were throwing a casual party to celebrate Jake's promotion to Lieutenant-Commander. You saw Nat lift her eyes and smirk. "And there he is, the man of the hour." You turned around to see Jake at the end of the staircase.
"Well, hello, Mr. Man-of-the-hour," you teased, setting down the numerous bags of chips you were holding.
"Glad you're finally here, N/N. I was starting to think you were going to leave me here to fend for myself against Rooster's ABBA medley." Jake wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. It was always like this. Him giving you butterflies you had to ignore because there was inevitably some other girl.
"Oh please, I would never leave you to fend for yourself against Rooster. I would join him and together, we'd overpower you and make you listen to ABBA forever." You grinned up at him and he narrowed his eyes, lips quirking up at the corners.
"Betrayal never comes from an enemy, I see," he shook his head at you. "I will leave you, lovely ladies, to yourselves. If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen." You watched Jake walk away and disappear around the corner. When you turned back, Natasha was still wearing that smug smile she always did when she saw you two. You knew it was coming.
"Nix, I'm telling you, if you say it, I'm salting your coffee." She knew you were messing with her but one of these days, you might just do it.
"All I'm saying is, shoot your shot! Come on, just once before you go settle for this rando."
"Mark is not a rando. We know him from accounting!"
"Exactly, Y/N, we know him from accounting. You don't even like the guy, heck you hardly know him."
"Exactly. That's why we're going to get to know each other at this party. I need to get over this crush, now. I can't keep pining for a guy who has no interest in me," you saw Natasha's mouth open as if to say something and you quickly jumped in, "And don't say he's interested. He's been with other girls multiple times and never once looked at me like that."
"True, I won't argue there. He's never looked at any of those girls the way he was just looking at you either." She took her hair out of her claw clip and it fell onto her shoulders in soft waves. "And ever since we all got back from that mission 3 months ago, he hasn't been with anyone. I really think he's got a thing for you but you're right. You should give this Mark guy a shot if you think he'd be good for you."
You smiled softly. You met Jake's friends when you were in San Diego a few years back. About a year ago, you were permanently stationed here and luckily for you, Jake was too. He settled here about 4 months before you. All his friends became your friends, and you've truly never known a better group of people. And they'd never known someone who could wrangle Hangman, so you were quite quickly welcomed to the group.
You and Pheonix tossed your sweatshirts upstairs and fixed up the last bits of your outfits just in time for guests to start arriving. You even managed to slip in a game of cards with Fanboy, Bob, and Payback before you joined a crowd in the living room. You barely felt the tap on your shoulder. If it wasn't followed by your name, you surely would have missed it. You turned on your heel to see Mark from accounting, facing you with a hand in his pocket.
"Mark, hi!"
"Hey. How are you?" His voice was almost monotone. His eyes roamed the room rather than meeting yours. He had just gotten here and he already sounded like he wanted to be somewhere else. You could have sworn he sounded more lively when you met.
"I'm good. I thought you weren't coming till later."
"I got off work early."
"Ah, well that's great." This guy really wasn't giving you much to work with. "Can I get you something to drink? There are drinks and food in the kitchen." That actually went somewhere. You headed to the kitchen where the conversation just barely picked up.
In the distance, Jake noticed your prolonged absence. As silly as it was, Jake liked knowing you were near him. You didn't have to be attached at the hip but he liked knowing he could saunter over to you and escape into your laugh when you came up in his mind. Which was a lot.
He scanned the room for you and stopped when he caught your frame in the kitchen...with some guy? Who the hell was that?
"Damn, if looks could kill...," Rooster muttered. "Do you not like that dude or something?"
"I don't even know who he is," Jake said through gritted teeth. "What's his name?"
"No clue. Pheonix?"
As if on cue, Natasha spoke up. "That, my friends, is Mark from accounting." Both the boys looked at her with questioning eyes.
"Okay, but who is he?" Something in Jake's voice was different now. Both of them looked at him.
"Careful there, Bagman, you almost sound jealous. He's some guy Y/N knows and I think she likes him." Phoenix was searching Jake's face for any sign that she was right about his feelings for you, and he never noticed because his eyes were trained on you like a hawk.
"I'm not jealous, Pheonix."
"You kinda sound jealous, Hangman," Rooster added, earning a glare from Jake.
"Okay, when we first met and you told me about her, you sounded so lovesick, I thought she was your wife. Cut to, you introduce us all and it turns out you're not married, or dating, but friends? I'm sorry, I do not believe that you two don't have feelings for each other." Natasha's remark sparked something in Jake. She watched the corners of his mouth twitch into a smirk so small, she almost missed it.
"I'll be right back." Jake stated, already pacing away. Rooster and Pheonix watched Jake make his way into the kitchen.
"She likes him too right?" Rooster asked.
"Oh, absolutely," Pheonix responded.
"You know, Fanboy has a betting pool on them."
"What? Get me on this, I have a feeling we'll make some money tonight."
Jake entered the kitchen to see you sitting alone at the table. "Got room for one more?"
"I don't see why not. Shouldn't you be mingling with everyone out there?"
"Well, the person I want to mingle with is in here." You smiled at him. There it was again, that smile that always left him utterly defenseless. "Who's the guy?"
You don't know why you felt your cheeks heat up when Jake asked about him. "His name's Mark. I met him when I was sorting reports last week."
"Okay. So, why do you sound so upset?"
"Because he said he was going to get us drinks 5 minutes ago and I just saw him leave with Commander Reeves' daughter." Honestly, you weren't upset because he left. You were upset because you were glad he did. He was boring you out of your mind and you two absolutely did not click, but it was still disheartening to know that this is what it was going to be like. No guy was going to measure up to the one you wished you were with. The one who was at this table with you now.
Jake was seething. What kind of idiot comes to a party and leaves you for some other girl? "You wanna get out of here?"
"What?"
"Let's leave. I'm bored."
"It's your party, you dork, you can't just leave!" You were giggling at a feeling somewhere in between confusion and disbelief.
"Yeah, it is my party so I say, you and I get out of here." He took you by the hand and walked you out through the back door to his car. And you let him. The chilly air swept you both up.
The drive was pretty calm. You didn't know where Jake was going but you didn't care either. This reminded you of when you two were younger. The long quiet rides in the car with no one but each other for company. He'd put on some cheesy 80's power ballad and you'd both laugh at it until you'd give in and belt it out at the top of your lungs.
"If you don't mind my asking, what did you see in him?"
"I don't really even remember. I think I just wanted to try and get myself out there. I haven't been on a date in literally years."
Jake hesitated before he asked. "So... what made you want to start now?" You felt the words catch in your throat.
"I'm not sure." you lied. You. I'm in love with you and I can't take it.
You felt the car slow down. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even see where Jake parked. A cute little coffee shop and patisserie. Jake got out of his car and rounded the front to open the door for you. He already had you head over heels for him and he didn't even know it. Did he have to be such a gentleman? You weren't sure that you could fall even harder for this man but you really didn't want to find out.
"Why don't you get us a table and I'll get us something to drink. Don't worry, I remember what you like." You nodded and found a two-seat table by the french windows overlooking the city. On the left, in the distance, the last light of sunset was hitting the water and the top of the sky had started to go dark. Little stars twinkled above you. You wondered what it would be like to always be like this? Evenings with you and Jake, running off alone together from places and people you didn't really want to see. Taking comfort in each other's presence because it felt like home. Just then, Jake sat down in front of you. It almost hurt knowing he was right in front of you and you couldn't have him.
"Screw stupid Mark from accounting. He was not worth your time."
"Thanks. It's fine really, I'll find someone else. Someone less boring." When you met Jake's eyes, he looked as if he had something to say. Something he was holding back. "What is it?"
"Don't find someone else."
Did he just- Did you hear him right?
"What? Why?"
"Because-"
"I have a coffee and a latte for Mr. and Mrs. Seresin?" The barista called. You actually felt your heart skip a beat. Your eyebrows scrunched together and you looked to Jake for answers.
"Well, I think that's us." He blurted like it answered all your questions, a smile heard in his voice.
"Mr. and Mrs. Seresin?" You queried, rising out of your seat in tandem with him. "Why'd you tell her we were 'Mr. and Mrs. Seresin?!'"
"Because you looked so down and I thought I'd get a reaction from you! And it's not all my fault, Pheonix gave me the idea." Jake stated, matter-of-factly. How could he say that so casually?! "And you're still looking red so I guess it worked."
You both grabbed your coffees and sat down once again. It was dark out now. Once your laughs and giggles over your reaction were out, you remembered where your last conversation left off.
"Jake, why'd you tell me not to find someone?" You didn't force the question too hard into the conversation. You asked softly, not knowing how or if he would answer. He sighed before he spoke like he was preparing himself.
"Because...because I can't ask you out if you're dating someone else." The emotions hit you like a bombshell.
"You want to ask me out?" You weren't sure this was real. You were really about to pinch yourself before he stopped you in your tracks.
"I've been meaning to for months. Y/N, we've been friends forever, and I didn't want to ruin what we have. I know I should have told you before because I've liked you for as long as- Why are you smiling?"
"Because, you big dummy, I like you too." You couldn't hold it back. You were beaming. You felt butterflies and fireworks all at once just because the man of your dreams just made it all a reality. Jake held your eyes in his and smiled ear-to-ear. You swore you saw his ears go red but if you asked him, you doubt he’d admit it. "I'm really happy right now but I have no clue what to do next."
"I've got it from here," Jake reaches out and takes your hand in both of his. It feels like electricity is coursing through your veins. "Y/N L/N, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?"
It took everything in you not to squeal in this coffee shop. "Yes, I will do you that honor, Bagman." You responded. He chuckled at you.
"Every now and again, I feel like introducing you to Pheonix was a mistake."
"Speaking of which, I really want to tell her about this but she'll get all smug because she was right."
"You're right. As far as people we don't have to tell yet go, Fanboy and Rooster have been betting on us. We can just keep it from them for now too."
"Deal." A laugh bubbled out of you as you thought about how the squad would react. And then a knock sounded directly next to you on the french window.
"Aww, cute," Rooster noted, his voice muffled by the glass, but still clear enough for you to hear his teasing tone.
"Left your own party so soon?" There stood Pheonix. Along with the rest of the squad leaning against Bradley's bronco.
"Shit." you commented.
"So much for keeping it secret."
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separatist-apologist · 24 days ago
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The Prophecy
Summary: No one has seen or heard from Elain Archeron in two months…until she turns up one day in the Spring Court with no memory of where she's been or what she's been doing.
Tamlin and Lucien will have to work together to untangle the mystery of Elain's missing memories.
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My gift for @olenvasynyt- but other people can read, too. I wanted to update yesterday but work is ruining my life/fun
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Elain wanted to hate Spring. She hated the males living within the manor, hated that she wasn’t allowed outside even more, but she didn’t hate Spring itself. She woke that morning to rain pattering against her half open window, soaking the wood floor below. It seemed wrong to ruin them, even when so much else was already destroyed. There were no servants, no magic to keep it all clean, and so Elain set about doing it herself.
Tamlin and Lucien seemed to avoid the manor about as often as they avoided each other. There were terse words exchanged when they did interact, along with some hushed whispers she could never quite make out. It didn’t matter—Elain had learned, since she’d been made, that magic possessed loopholes. It wasn’t a perfect, infinite thing but rather a tool, much like anything else. Doors had locks, could be broken even without keys, and so too could spells, wards, and other enchantments. 
It was simply a matter of finding them. Elain spent the next two days following the chains from room to room. She could see the aura of them, the way she could on every living thing—magic was alive, in its way, and it had a specific, iridescent shimmer that marked it. To Lucien and Tamlin, it seemed as if she were merely testing the bounds of her new prison.
There were chinks, though it was strong. Lucien and Tamlin had woven the ward together before keying it with their blood. Lucien’s magic was warmer, a faint, orangish glow while Tamlin’s was brighter, a rose gold that smelled like grass clippings in the rain. 
She’d need to untangle them from one another before she could go about finding the holes in which she could slip through, and that was more complex. Lucien tended to show up every time she started working, eyes narrowed with suspicion.
Something had occurred between them in the music room. She’d closed her eyes for a moment, preparing to play as a way to clear her mind, and when she opened them, she found Lucien on one knee before her, hand on her leg, face ashen. 
“What did you say?” he’d whispered.
“Get your hands off me,” she’d replied. 
Frustrating that she’d slipped like that. Lucien had stood without a word and stalked out of the room. A bigger woman would have asked him what she’d said so at least she knew as much as he did. She simply didn’t want to speak to Lucien. He, after all, had conspired alongside Tamlin to keep her locked up. Neither of them felt sorry for it, nor did they have any intention of letting her go.
Elain wanted to sit them both down and ask what their long term plan was. How long did they think they could keep this up before someone realized? A couple months at most, if that long. And then what? When Feyre brought the Night Courts vast armies to their doorstep, what then? Would they fight a war on her behalf?
No, they wouldn’t, and Elain knew it just as surely as they must. She needed to get out before they came up with some second part to their plan, which would almost certainly involve putting her somewhere no one could find. The manor was big, with windows and doors and walls that, if need be, could be destroyed. 
If only Lucien would stop trailing her. She didn’t always see him—but she could smell him. It was a distinct smell, the first she’d been aware of when she’d been dumped out of the cauldron. She couldn’t explain it, could tease out all the individual notes. All Elain knew was how it made her feel, and she didn’t like that feeling.
Everytime Lucien slunk in behind her, she felt safe. When he left, she was on guard again, nervous to the point of goosebumps and shaking, tiptoeing and peering around every corner for danger. When he was there, she was bolder.  She marched into rooms without care or concern, comfortable in the knowledge Lucien had no idea what she was doing.
He was with her then, as Elain made her way into the library. It wasn’t much larger than the one in the House of Wind, which she’d spent a decent amount of time in. Rhys and Ferye didn’t have one in their personal home, which meant anything Elain wanted to read had to come from Nesta, who could be quite judgy. 
Tamlin’s library was low on the sorts of classic romances Elain preferred, but heavy on history and folklore. Begrudgingly, she appreciated some of that—at least it was unrestricted. And the chains on the wards were vibrant there, swaying like windchimes just overhead. This was where she’d start unravelling, she decided. 
“You can come out,” she snapped, plopping down in a chair. Lucien appeared from behind the door frame, hands jammed in his pockets. “I’m not going anywhere. You’ve made sure of that.”
“Just tell us where you were,” Lucien replied reasonably.
“Even if I remembered—and I don’t—why would I tell you now?”
“So you can go home?” he suggested.
Elain scoffed. “I’ll tell Feyre everything you did. We both know you’re not letting me go.”
Lucien blinked, his expression slack for a moment. He hadn’t considered that, then. Wasn’t he supposed to be smart? 
“What do you think she’ll do, when she learns?” Elain heard herself asking with boldness that didn’t seem to belong to her. It was the anger, she decided, pent up after years of polite silence. His expression was steely again. “Probably as much as she’d do if you were still there.”
Ouch. 
“Good talk,” she mumbled, blinking away the urge to cry in her frustration.
“I shouldn’t—that’s not—cauldron, Elain, this isn’t how I wanted things to go between us,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Yeah, she bet not. Elain understood what it was Lucien wanted, the things he hoped for. She opened her mouth to tell him that was never going to happen, but something stopped her. Some tingling at the back of her throat, some anxiety that made her too afraid to force this confrontation.
“I’m not your enemy,” Lucien added softly. 
“You’ve locked me inside this house,” she replied, equally soft. “What does that make you?”
He winced, turning his head to the side as though it pained him to look at her. Maybe it should pain him, at least a little. Elain didn’t feel bad about what she said, nor would she force herself to soften her words like she so often did.
Maybe Lucien deserved whatever he heard, if only a little. 
“Just tell me where you were,” Lucien all but pleaded for the second time. “I can protect you.”
Elain laughed, then, gripping the edge of her chair tightly. “You can’t protect yourself,” she said, the words striking at the heart of him. She didn’t need foresight to know that—watching him all these years told her so.
Lucien’s expression hardened, again. “You’ve been protected your entire life, Elain. How will you fare without anyone looking out for you?”
Prick! That wasn’t…entirely…true. She only stared at him, hoping he saw the burning hatred she currently felt. It wasn’t just him that made her angry—Elain had been angry since she’d been kidnapped from her bed and drowned in the Cauldron. Often, she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs until someone relieved her of the endless, consuming monster buried within her ribs.
But she’d seen how that went for Nesta. 
Perhaps it was inescapable for her, too. After all, here she was, trapped with Lucien with no way out and no rescue. Would Feyre even care once she learned it was Lucien who had her? Or would they look the other way for Elain’s own good? 
Lucien offered Elain a rather filthy gesture with his hand, which prompted her to yell, “I thought you were supposed to be a gentleman!” at his retreating back. His barking laughter echoed down the ruined halls, spoiling her mood. Ass. 
Elain spent the rest of her day hiding from Tamlin and Lucien and examining the chains of magic. It took her about as long to untangle Lucien’s magic from Tamlins, separating them so it was easier to pull them apart and slowly unravel the entire thing. The library was the worst place to start given she couldn’t slip out a window. But if she could get it through the floor, the ruined conservatory was just below and that had doors out to the wilted garden. 
She’d decided to start with Lucien, assuming of the pair, the High Lord would be the stronger magic user. Lucien, though…his magic was complex, each chain a puzzle. Some of them burned her fingers like real flames while others were so blinding they illuminated the entire room and the hallway beyond. 
A tray of food waited for her just outside her door, Lucien’s scent all over it. Guess there were some gentlemanly impulses left, though the flower in the little vase at the corner of the tray looked as if someone had squished it in their palm. She ate, door closed, before setting the tray back in the hall. She could open her window as the frame pulled inward, rather than outward, and the breeze felt nice on her skin. 
It hadn’t been a week, she reminded herself. She was far more clever than Tamlin or Lucien gave her credit for, and no one understood how her magic worked. Elain barely understood it, truthfully. She’d simply begun to lie and tell people her magic was gone after the Cauldron had been destroyed, and then repaired, and everyone was willing to believe her.
But it hadn’t. Her magic was, as if ever had been, potent. 
Elain rubbed at her eyes, falling backward to the bed. Someone or something had been in to clean given the lack of cobwebs hanging from the chandelier overhead. Her room smelled faintly of marigolds, strange given they were more of an autumnal flower. She turned her face toward the pillow, inhaling deeply.
Sleep came easy even when it shouldn’t. Elain found herself standing in that foggy crossroads, the path often impassible thanks to tangles of thorny creepvine. Many of the early nights, after she’d been turned, were spent at this crossroads trying to coax the vines back. It seemed important to explore them. 
When she hadn’t been able to, Elain just assumed it was some irritating nightmare she’d never be free of. As Elain approached the crossroads, she found one path veering left was open to her. A rocky, paved road lay beneath her feet. Squinting, Elain tried to see where it led but a heavy, green tinged fog obscured her vision. 
That didn’t stop her. Dreams couldn’t hurt, after all—right? If she got scared, she’d do what she always did and force herself to wake up. With an open path, Elain moved forward eagerly. Why now, she wondered—though it didn’t stop her. Even as she stumbled over little cracks and holes in the road below, all she felt was excitement. 
Something bright flared through the fog, the source of it impossible to discern. Light appeared so suddenly it might have been her imagination had it not created sunspots in her vision. Picking up her pace, Elain tried to move faster, but the magic of the dream didn’t allow her to arrive any sooner than the dream wished. 
Elain didn’t realize she was trekking up a hill until her breathing became labored, sweat sliding down her neck. If it was a dream, it certainly felt uncomfortably real. It wasn’t—this was only a dream. 
At the top of the hill, Elain could see something, though the edges of it were blurred as though she were viewing it from under water. The air warped around her, shimmering irridescent as it prractically begged to be touched. Elain did, surprised to find it was wet, like dew on the grass just before dawn.
She jerked forward as if someone grabbed her wrist and yanked, sending her stumbling forward. There, standing in a glen framed by distant mountains on either side of the early dawn’s horizion, stood Lucien. He hadn’t noticed her—perhaps he wouldn’t, given this was her dream. Elain trotted behind him like a spectre, careful to keep a healthy distance between them. He was making his way toward a creek, his white shirt sleeves rolled to his ankles. 
He’d nearly made it when he turned, abruptly, brow furrowed.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded. Elain only shrugged her shoulders blithely, because this was her dream and in her dream Lucien had  to do as she wanted. She pointed toward the stream.
“Stand in it.”
What fun, to boss him around.
Only, he didn’t move. Lucien merely remained where he was, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re in my dream, Elain.”
She blinked. “This is my dream.”
He prowled forward, head cocked to the side. Tenatively, he reached out and poked her in the cheek, only for her to swat him away. That felt real. Elain blinked again and then, before he could say a word, snatched the dagger resting casually at his hip.
“Put that down!” Lucien warned, hands raised in defense. She wasn’t going to hurt him—Elain pressed the pointed end against her finger and pricked, surprised to find it hurt. Blood welled from the wound, and when she turned her hand over, blood dripped to the ground. 
“I’m real,” she said, more to herself than anything. “Where are we?”
“Autumn,” Lucien said moreosly. 
“You miss it?” She didn’t know why she was asking. Elain held the dagger in her hand, arm resting limply at her side. 
Lucien only shrugged, turning tol ook at the scene around him. She supposed she ought ot have guessed—the rainbow of colors dotting the mountain side certainly didn’t belong to Spring. 
“Why are you doing this?” she whispered. Something about the magic of her dream made it easier to ask him the questions burning in the back of her throat. 
“This is the only time I can see home,” Lucien replied, misunderstanding what she was asking him. 
There was no point pressing the issue. She turned, wondering how to leave this dream meeting. Perhaps she could find Feyre and warn her sister she was being held hostage. Easier said than done given she had no idea how she’d walked into Lucien’s dream. The path had opened, seemingly of its own accord, and had brought her here. What did it want her to find?
But whatever clues lay in the grassy glen or the bubbling brook were a mystery to her. It looked serene—picturesque, even—but not anything more than a memory of Lucien’s brought to life by his own mind. 
“Elain,” Lucien murmured, gripping her arm. He was touching her. Why? She frowned—but he was shaking her shoulders, now…and his voice was garbled. Far away. “Elain!”
Elain jolted awake to artificial lights half blinding her. Blinking her eyes open, she found Lucien half straddling her body with shredded hands, his own expression panicked. She tried to sit up only to find herself restrained, half buried beneath thorny vines. 
“What’s happening?” she breathed, panic rising in her throat. 
Lucien hacked at more of the vines, sending the plant thumping lifelessly to the ground. Her own skin was scratched, though nowhere near as bad as Luciens. He continued to pull, revealing a room filled with creepvine. It had come through the window, winding around the room as it sought to smother everything within it. 
No longer restrained, Elain scrambled to her feet, breathing hard as she stared back at him. 
“You were in my dream,” Lucien whispered, as if needing to hear her admit it. She only nodded.
“That was magic,” he added pointedly.
“I…I don’t know anything about it,” she said honestly. That much was true, at least. Lucien only frowned.
And said nothing else.
Head in his hands, Lucien waited for Tamlin to say something.
Anything.
“I’ve never…I’ve never heard of that sort of magic,” Tamlin finally murmured. “Dream walking?”
“I swear she was there,” Lucien repeated, though that hadn ever really been in question. “She was looking around.”
“There are very few accounts of Seer’s and their magic,” Tamlin began, hands steepled in front of his lips. His study was the worst of the ruined rooms, barely functional with the ruined walls, floors, and furniture. They’d dragged in a chair for Lucien to sit in while Tamlin leaned against his desk, which leaned aggressively thanks to a splintered leg. “Understandably, the courts that employed them weren’t keen to inform the rest of the world what, exactly, their prophets were capable of.” 
“Does it matter?” Lucien asked. “How long before she goes waltzing into Feyre or Rhys’s mind and tells them everything?”
Tamlin didn’t seem concerned. “If she was going to, she’d have done it by now.”
“She doesn’t know how it works, but she’ll learn,” Lucien pressed. 
“Then we have time. We need to know more than she does, and get ahead of this before she sends Night to our door.”
“What do you want me to do?” Lucien asked. They were being watched—not by Elain, who had stormed off to the library that morning mumbling about the endless survelliance happening day in and day out. 
“We need to learn where she was those last two months and why she’s here,” Tamlin reminded him, though Lucien believed Elain didn’t know or remember. She seemed to have such a poor grasp on her magic that it was entirely possible she’d lost track herself in her dream world. Though, that didn’t explain how she’d ended up here. 
There was something bigger than Elain, and maybe even Rhys, happening. Would Rhys conceal this from Feyre? And could Feyre keep it a secret? Would she torment Nesta with Elain’s absence if she knew exactly where Elain was and what she was doing? No, Lucien didn’t think so. He believed she’d put on a ruse—that she’d decieve him. But not the rest of her friends and family. Lucien also believed Rhys would keep it from Feyre so long as Elain herself didn’t know.
“Are we sure this isn’t a daemati controlling her?” Lucien questioned.
Tamlin rubbed as his jaw, stubbled after sevral days of neglecting his apperance. “No, I’m not. Rhys has always been cagey about what he can and cannot do, and how far his influence extends. If she’s here, and he knows it, then he knows everything we’ve done and everything we’ve said in her presence.”
“It could be a ruse,” Lucien replied, trying to think of Rhys’ angle. “If he’s considering a rival for the throne, killing you for kidnapping Elain would certainly give him that.”
“We need allies,” Tamlim mumbled, green eyes sliding to his feet. 
“Don’t—don’t ask me—”
“I have to. After…after everything, so many noble families fled. I need their gold to raise an army,” he told Lucien. “I can’t hold our borders forever, and if Rhys rallies the solar courts…” He could sweep into Spring with very little difficulty, topple their fragic, unstable government, and install a puppet High Lord that owed Rhys his allegiance. 
“I’ll send queries to Winter and Summer,” Lucien agreed, well aware news would travel. He’d need to be discreet and careful. “I can also…Eris…” he trailed off.
Many of the Spring Court nobles had fled to Autumn where Lucien knew they didn’t truly enjoy themselves. Beron was too controlling, demanded too much of their money, their resources, and whatever else he could squeeze from them. Transplants would be regarded as the lowest of the low, ranked just above the common fae but not as high as his favored families. 
If Lucien could guarantee them power and access, he was certain they’d return. If. Because he certainly couldn’t stroll back into Autumn after Beron had put that bounty on his head. He could appeal to Eris, but…Eris had allied himself with Rhys, and who knew how deep that alliance went? Lucien didn’t know if he wanted to gamble his life on his older brother.
Eris always put himself and his own interests first, after all. 
“Start with Summer,” Tamlin finally said, some scheming left to him. “After what happened in the second war…Tarquin is still bitter.”
“I’ll bet,” Lucien mumbled. “And Elain?”
Tamlin rubbed his eyes. “We could drug her to sleep every night.”
Lucien’s barred his teeth without meaning to, causing Tamlin to sigh. “Right. Then we will continue as we are and simply hope she knows as much as we know. Have you given any more thought to her vision?”
“The prophecy?” Lucien asked numbly. “No, I couldn’t begin to unravel it.”
“I have a contact in Day—a scholar who has quite the reputation. I’ll send it to her, see what she makes of it,” Tamlin murmured.
“And you don’t think she’ll find it odd our borders are closed, Rhys is on a manhunt for his missing Seer, and you just so happen to have questions regarding an errant prophecy?” Lucien snapped. 
“It’s the only plan we’ve got,” Tamlin half snarled back. “We need to move quickly, besides.”
“Oh, this is such a mess,” Lucien whispered, rising to his feet. How had they even gotten here? If he could go back, he would have simply dumped Elain on Rhys’s doorstep and forgotten the entire thing. 
“Do you trust me?” Tamlin asked against Lucien’s retreating back.
“What?”
“Do you trust me?” he repeated, looking up at his friend. “With your mate. Alone.”
“I—” It hadn’t even occurred to him to be concerned for Elain’s safety while he left. What was Tamlin going to do? He’d seen how his friend had once tried to court her sister and the wide berth of space Tamlin had given her.
“Of course,” Lucien agreed without hesitation. People could say whatever they liked about Tamlin—there was a lot to be said—but Lucien knew he wasn’t going to touch another Archeron even with thousands of marks on the line. 
“And if I wanted to keep her here?” Tamlin murmured, his voice softer. “A Seer.”
Lucien had to work to keep himself from snapping. “If that’s what she wants.”
“It could be,” Tamlin suggested, holding Lucien’s gaze. “You ah…you said she likes plants?”
“She can’t go outside.”
“The greenhouse is available,” he reminded Lucien. “I only thought…if she preferred being here…”
“We’re holding her hostage, Tam. I don’t think the greenhouse is going to impress her, but you’re welcome to try.”
Tamlin looked as if there were other things he wanted to say, swallowed when his better sense won out. That was for the best. In Lucien’s fantasies, Elain was content to stay wherever Lucien was and never missed the Night Court. 
“What about mothers estate?” Tamlin practically whispered. “The other courts aren’t aware of its existence. We keep the wards up, let them waste their time trying to get to the manor, meanwhile we’re at the border.”
“That’s risky, and is assumptive of a lot of stupidity on Rhys’s end,” Lucien began slowly. 
“He doesn’t find us particularly intelligent,” Tamlin hissed. “Why would he check anywhere but here? I can make my presence known on occasion—just enough for his army of bats to report I’m out prowling. Business as usual.”
There was heavy bitterness in Tamlin’s voice and right then, Lucien wished he could shake his friend. Rhys had taken everything that mattered to Tamlin, and then everything else that didn’t, besides. Some of it couldn’t be helped—Feyre had always been Rhys’ mate, and had always been on borrowed time with Tamlin. And some of it was merely his one-sided revenge that he’d never move past, regardless of the part Rhys had played in all of it. 
Tamlin had given them exactly what they all wanted—proof he’d never been the right kind of male to govern, to love, to even be friends with. And Lucien could admit that Tamlin hadn’t really tried to prove them wrong. He wanted to tell Tamlin that the best revenge was rebuilding his court and showing Prythian that he deserved everything he had. 
“Okay,” Lucien agreed, certain it would eventually blow up in their faces. “Lets do it—in the dead of night. I’ll winnow Elain if you drop the wards for me.”
“As soon as you return from Summer,” Tamlin agreed. Lucien didn’t bother to say anything else as he left, though he hoped that, perhaps, this was the start of something new. Sure, the circumstances were less than ideal, but maybe it was all of them needed—Elain included. Someplace new, without all their history hanging over their head. Maybe they could find peace, if not as lovers, than as friends. 
Lucien, at least, hoped for that.
Whether he’d get it was another matter entirely.
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A Distinct Hook Echo (Finally)
Tyler vowed to kiss her tonight. This was getting ridiculous. He’d clutched the handle of her suitcase at that airport instead of grabbing her around the waist and sweeping her into a dramatic kiss. Kate had practically shot up flares and waved him in using airplane marshaling wands, and he still just stared at her mouth like an idiot.
All afternoon, as they pursued storms across muggy Oklahoma fields, he’d squandered every opportunity to cup the back of her neck and draw her into an adrenaline-veneered kiss; each golden moment slipping through his fingers like so much hematitic Oklahoma dirt.
Her rebooked flight departed in the morning, so when the last possible tornado of the day busted out, they stumbled across a familiar motel and agreed to clean up and get some rest.
“Kate?” He stopped her as she began to trudge up the motel stairs, and she spun to face him.
“Can I take you out to dinner?” He casually pulled a piece of grass hay from her hair. “Pretty sure the only place open is the Shady Grady bar across the street, so I can’t guarantee the quality of the meal, but -“
“Eight o’clock?”
He nodded, “eight o’clock.”
At seven-thirty, he entered the bar determined to stow his uncharacteristic jitters and make a goddamned move.
As far as romantic settings go, Tyler figured he’d just have to make the most of the meager atmosphere. Music blared from a cheap sound system, filling the establishment with muted, cracked versions of modern country ballads. The stale air smelled of peanuts, alcohol, and overtly perfumed customers.
He promptly spotted Kate, who smiled at him from a booth across the room; those globular brown eyes drew him to her like tractor beams. He strode confidently through a packed dance floor of denim, cowboy hats, and clacking boots on the oak floor.
“You’re early,” he said and slid into the high-backed wood booth.
“So are you,” she observed with a grin.
Honey-lit by the poorly attempted ambient lighting, her hair glowed golden, her mascara-dressed eyes the dark rich mahogany of the drink in the tumbler before her.
He’d grown accustomed to seeing Kate in two states of being: completely disheveled or freshly scrubbed. Witnessing the polished version stirred within him a fresh yearning. Radiant in her simple black silk camisole, small gold hoop earrings, and glossy lips, she’d pinned half her hair up, the remaining falling in blonde waves brushing her shoulders.
“You’re always beautiful Kate,” he tried not to behave as gobsmacked as he felt. “But tonight, you’re goddamned stunning.”
“Pretty dapper yourself.”
In reality, the only difference in his appearance from his usual attire was the addition of a soft caramel blazer, and, of course, the efforts she couldn’t see: his frantic pre-date preparations of trimming his nose hairs, whitening his teeth, manicuring his junk, clipping his toenails and spraying on some Dior Sauvage.
He tore his eyes from her to examine the laptop, tablet, binder, notebook and phone strewn across the table, “what’s all this?”
She shrugged, “I wanted to rework some things before my presentation, and the motel’s wifi is garbage.”
“Making any progress?” he seized a yellow legal pad and scanned her neatly written notes.
“Not really,” she admitted. “Would you want to do a read-through? Let me know what you think? I don’t want to get this wrong.”
“Course I would. But, I’d bet the farm you’re overthinkin’ it.”
“You’ve got to have a farm to bet first.”
“I do.”
“You do?”
“Mmhm. Send it to me; I’ll read it tonight.”
She tapped at the keys, presumably texting the file to him, and without looking up she said, “I’m actually glad you’re early.”
“Oh yeah,” he smiled, “why’s that?”
She quickly evaluated their immediate surroundings and leaned in, lowering her voice, “Some mega creep isn’t taking no for an answer; he keeps circling me like I’m roadkill.”
“Need me to scare him off?”
“Need? No. Want? Very much so.”
“I can do that,” he smiled widely.
She tilted her head, “why do you look so eager?”
“I like bein’ useful to you.”
“Have I not told you how incredibly useful I find you?”
“Not near enough,” he retained his eyes on her, memorizing her face at this moment.
The creep suddenly appeared at their table, too tall and too attractive, Tyler decided, with dark hair and bright blue eyes.
He placed a glass of liquor in front of Kate, ignoring Tyler’s presence altogether. "Hey there, beautiful. Woodford Reserve, neat, right?”
“Well that’s mighty generous of you,” Tyler drawled, snatched the glass and downed the drink in one swallow, slamming the empty tumbler back on the table. “This sure is a friendly town.”
Megacreep seethed, “That wasn’t for you!”
“Oh, my apologies,” Tyler feigned confusion. “When you said ‘beautiful,’ I thought you were talkin’ to me.”
Kate chortled and covered it by clearing her throat.
“Who the fuck are you?” Megacreep snarled at him.
“Now here I thought sure you were a fan of mine,” Tyler declared. “I get a lot of free drinks from my fans.”
“Is this your fella?” MegaCreep asked Kate.
She gazed at Tyler, her eyes shining affectionately, “there is a distinct and growing possibility.”
He smirked, “hear that buddy? I’m a growin’ possibility.”
“You’re a dick.”
“Been called worse. Today even.”
Kate chuckled, and Megacreep stepped towards her, pointing his large finger at her, “what kinda bitch doesn’t say she’s got a boyfriend?”
Tyler stood in a blink, placing himself physically between Kate and Megacreep. Arms akimbo and his voice cold, Tyler practically growled, “you’re gonna walk away now. Nope, no, don’t look at her. Don’t talk to her. Walk the fuck away. Go on now.”
Megacreep stared him down for a moment, as though considering his options. Despite Megacreep’s height advantage, Kate wasn’t too concerned; Tyler’s sturdy presence and irrepressible conviction imbued the intimidating impression that he wouldn’t at all require height.
“What a waste,” Megacreep snarled, and stomped away like a pissed toddler. Tyler didn’t move, his eyes glued to the guy until he fully exited the bar.
His relaxed posture returned immediately, and he slid back into the vinyl seat across from her.
“You white knighted me,” she teased warmly.
“Yeah, yeah, let’s get back to that distinct possibility you were talkin’ about.”
She laughed, “Tyler, I’m leaving in the morning.”
“But you’re comin’ back.”
“Probably.”
He scowled, “what do you mean ‘probably’? You’re not thinkin’ about staying in New York? You don’t belong in New York, Kate.”
“Why’s that?”
He appeared personally aggrieved and more than a little irritated, “you’re tellin’ me you’d be happier in New York? I mean, your face when we’re out there in those fields? You light up like a firefly in June! You sure as shit aren’t letting us do this without you.”
She blinked softly at him.
Relief dressed his face, “you enjoyin’ watchin’ me squirm?”
“Lil’ bit,” She shrugged.
“Sadist.”
She laughed. Under the gloLike cozying beside a crackling fire on a chilly evening, it was impossible not to feel a deep warmth and joy under the glow of his full attention.
He regarded her, “seriously, Kate, you’re a fuckin’ knockout.”
“Thank you,” she responded, oddly flustered from his blatant admiration; she glanced at her drink and then back up at his ridiculously handsome face. She couldn’t think what else to say. Her mother always christened Kate as bilingual, in that she spoke English and sass fluently. Charm, however, she could never harness. Tyler Owens had a master’s degree.
Initially, upon meeting Tyler, she attempted minimal eye contact to avoid the unnerving fever of his beauty. Quickly though, he disarmed her hesitancy with his earnest altruism and overflowing enthusiasm, and she’d been forced to become accustomed to his excessively good looks.
“Jesus Christ, what kind of whiskey are you drinking?” He peered into her tumbler, feeling slightly buzzed. “Shit’s strong.”
“It’s just bourbon.”
“Bourbon?” He raised his eyebrows. “You a mafia kingpin or a nineteen fifties ad exec?”
She smiled, “I like bourbon. My grandfather used to give me little sips as a kid. Misguided as he was, I think I developed a taste for it.”
Kate’s reticence about her life enflamed Tyler’s natural delight in discovery. Every tidbit, every newly uncovered piece of the Kate-puzzle felt like a win, "Is he still alive, your grandfather?”
As she started to answer, a sudden vertiginous wave pummeled him, and he placed his palms on the table for stability.
“Tyler, are you okay?”
He squinted, a sleepy warmth spread through his limbs, “I had exactly one drink, your drink, and that was it.”
“What does that mean; are you feeling sick?”
His jaw muscles clenched, and his eyebrows drew together as though he deliberated on something difficult or painful.
“Tyler?” She reached across the table, placing her hand atop his. “Answer me. Are you okay?”
He met her eyes and fumed, “I think that skyscraper-sized predator roofied your drink.”
“What? Seriously?”
“I’m going to feed him his fuckin’ teeth,” he stood, irate, and then immediately sat back down, “after the room stops spinning.”
“Oh my god. We should, we should get you to the hospital,” she slammed her laptop lid closed and started shoveling everything into her messenger bag.
“I don’t need a hospital.”
“You don’t know what he put in there, or more importantly, how much.”
“I don’t need a damn hospital,” he scowled. “I’m wasted. I’m not dying.”
Her face puckered in concern, “how do you feel?”
He shrugged, “tore up from the floor up.”
“If you won’t let me take you to the hospital, then we need to get you to your room before you pass out.”
“Not gonna pass out.”
“How do you know?” She tilted her head, “You been roofied before?”
“Course not.”
“Well I have, so I can tell you that we need to get you somewhere before you pass out. And fast.”
His face fell, “you’ve, Kate, you’ve been -“
“In college. I was fine. I was with friends who kept me safe. It happens more often than you can imagine. Now let’s get you out of here, because Tyler, I don’t think I can carry you.”
He swallowed, his face pained, “yeah, yeah okay.”
He rose to his feet and inhaled deeply while Kate wrapped her messenger bag across her body and stood, shoving her phone in her pocket.
“Here, put your arm around me in case you get woozy.”
“I know you’re strong Kate, but if I go down, it’s going to be like getting clobbered by a bald cypress.”
“Just do what I’m saying,” she gripped his hand and hung it around her shoulder and wrapped her arm around his waist.
“Bossy,” he grumbled.
“You like it,” she scoffed, “Pfft, a bald cypress. You think quite a lot of yourself.”
He chuckled and then he sighed, suddenly forlorn, “hey, I’m, I really didn’t imagine this is how our date would go.”
“Well maybe later you can tell me what you did imagine.”
“You flirtin’ with me?”
“For days now, Tyler. Let’s get out of here.”
They began the journey across the wooden floor, feet crunching upon the husks of peanut shells tossed aside, and to his credit, Tyler walked fairly well, despite his growing sense of instability. They weaved around the little square tables littered with empty beer bottles, shot glasses and crumpled cocktail napkins.
They both immediately glimpsed the sky as they exited the bar, habitually checking conditions. The fresh temperate air returned a sense of normalcy to the peculiar circumstances.
They crossed the deserted highway hand in hand, by the time they reached the stairs of the motel, Tyler felt he’d crossed the Rubicon, and plopped himself down on the bottom step.
“If you rest there, you’re going to end up staying there; get up, Tyler.”
“Alrighty,” he pulled himself up by the railing.
“Which room?”
“Hmm. Not sure actually,” he pointed at the entire row of motel rooms, his vision progressively more blurry.
“That’s alright. I need to keep an eye on you anyway. Let’s just go to mine,” she climbed the stairs behind him and then grasped his hand, guiding him into her room.
“Sit down,” she pointed at her bed, and he obliged obediently. For a clearly vain man, Tyler truly possessed very little ego. He never appeared slighted or emasculated by Kate’s leadership or expertise. From day one, he approached her as though her abilities very possibly exceeded his own. She couldn’t say the same for ninety-seven percent of her male colleagues, even those with years less experience and education. Tyler’s cocky assuredness should have translated into the typical arrogant know-it-all, but ever-surprisingly, his heart and mind opened to all ideas, and he easily credited those around him for his successes.
“Kate?”
“Yeah?” She unloaded her gear onto the dresser top and turned to face his distressed expression.
“I’m hammered, and I’m twice your size,” He frowned. “That drink would have knocked you out cold.”
“I know, Tyler.”
“He might’ve, I mean if you drank that instead of me, if I wasn’t there, he could’ve…” he appeared both furious and on the verge of tears.
“Yeah, I know,” she grimaced. “Try not to think about it.”
“I’m sorry, that this world, that you have to deal with shit like that.”
“It’s alright,” she leaned against the dresser.
“It’s, it’s not,” he scowled, “why aren’t you angry?”
“I am, I just don’t have any practical answers, and I’m more concerned about you right now.”
He stared at his hands for a moment, then looked up, “You can’t ever accept a drink from someone you don’t know, okay?”
“I don’t,” she informed him as she helped him remove his blazer.
“You don’t?”
“No. I learned the hard way, but I learned,” she hung his blazer on the back of the office chair.
“That’s good. That’s real good. I feel better. World still sucks, though.”
He laid back on the bed, looking at the ceiling and promptly fell asleep.
Kate watched him breathe for a few minutes, then unpacked her bags and briefly stepped out of the room to place a few phone calls.
A short time later, while Kate again read through her presentation, she heard Tyler stir and turned in her chair to check in on him.
“Oh shit,” he bolted upright, “Kate, what if that asshole goes down the road and roofies some other girl?”
“I called the cops.”
“What? When?”
“When you passed out a little bit ago. They asked me to file a report online, and they called the two bars in the area and gave them my description.”
“I didn’t pass out.”
“You did. For about forty-five minutes. You snored.”
He eyed her skeptically. Those eyes. Good lord, was there even a name for that color? Not in any crayola box she’d seen.
“You did,” she imagined an alternative method in discovering he snored, but quickly redirected her thoughts.
“Do you have to go to New York?” He slurred.
“I’ll be back.”
“When?”
“I’m not sure yet. Get some sleep Tyler.”
“Hey Kate?”
“Yes?”
“I’ve wanted to kiss you two dozen times since we met. Atleast.”
She cocked her head and grinned, “Well what’s the holdup Tyler Owens?”
He smiled softly, “I’ve put the horse before the cart a few times. Too many times. Guess I didn’t want to, you know, I didn’t want to fuck this up, you and me. I mean I’ve been thinkin’ about kissin’ you since the day I first saw you, your hair all pulled into that clip, wearin’ that buttoned-up outfit and that serious beautiful face. Mile high walls up, and then you speak, and you’re fuckin’ brilliant and a little snarky -“
“I’m not snarky.”
“The snarkiest. Your mother agrees with me on this.”
“Of course she does.”
“Shush, I’m tryin’ to woo you with my words since my goddamned body feels like goo.”
“Well then go on. You’re doing fine.”
“I am?”
“Oh yes.”
He beamed, “so like I was sayin’, I didn’t want to fuck it up, and then the first time I saw you smile, like really smile, well, shit, I was done for. And then I really didn’t want to fuck it up. And I thought tonight, I’m not gonna blow it, and now,” he sighed. “Well, I can’t kiss you while I’m shitfaced. Can’t actually feel my lips right now,” he closed his eyes and touched his lips. “There they are. Okay I can feel them.”
She stifled a laugh. His inebriated declaration moved her to match his bold honesty, “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone quite like you, and in case I haven’t made it very clear: I would like you to kiss me. Try not to worry on it. It’ll happen. And I’ll kiss you back, and then all of the other good things that come with that.”
He smiled, full teeth, “that is. S’wonderful. News.”
“Isn’t it?” She tried not to giggle. Even in this dingy motel room, Tyler practically glowed with health. Eternally sun-gilded, eyes that sparkled like a freshwater lake in summer, his sculpted body a vision of purpose.
He frowned, “what if I don’t remember?”
“I’ll remind you.”
“Promise?” His eyes so round he resembled what he must have looked like as a child.
“Cross my heart.”
“And you’re comin’ back?”
“Of course I’m coming back. The only thing I have in New York is a plant I’ve killed and replaced six times, a neighbor cat I pretend is mine, and workmates that think I don’t know their nickname for me is Elsa.”
“Who’s Elsa?”
“The snow queen.”
“You’re from Oklahoma.”
“It’s their terribly clever way of saying I’m an icy cold bitch.”
“What? But. You’re not. You’re kind and compassionate and who the fuck would think that?”
“It really doesn’t bother me,” she quietly thought on it for a moment. “This one guy, god he hates me, he hums, “let it go,” when I walk past him.”
“What’s that?”
“The song. You know.”
“How’s it go?”
Kate cleared her throat and hummed a few bars.
He shook his head “I don’t think I’ve heard it.”
“You’ve heard it,” Kate sang, “let it go, let it go, I don’t know the rest of the woooords.”
Mischief in his eyes, he smirked, “you’ve got a pretty voice.”
She laughed, “you shit, you know what song I’m talking about!”
“Course I know that song. I’m from Arkansas not Mars.”
She laughed and his heavy eyelids drooped again, “Tyler, go ahead and rest.
“Maybe just for a sec,” he stretched out across the bed and nearly instantly fell asleep again.
She turned back to her laptop and spent an hour extensively researching drugs used in date rapes, narrowing by state and then county. She reviewed the short and long term effects of the top three. Worst case scenarios always lapped her brain, and she found research could occasionally ease the anxiety. She tried reassuring herself that he likely metabolized quickly.
After an hour or so, he suddenly sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood.
She jumped up from her chair, “whoa, where you going?”
“Bathroom,” he closed one eye and pointed at the bathroom.
“Need help getting there?”
He used the edge of the bed as a handrail, working himself around it and closer to the bathroom, “I got it.”
She tried not to imagine him passing out and hitting his head as he shut the door. After he had flushed the toilet and the water ran for ten minutes Kate called through the door, “Tyler? You good?”
Tyler opened the door, shirtless, her toothbrush hanging out of his frothy mouth, “I’m good,” and he resumed brushing his teeth.
She eyed his white tee, button down and belt abandoned on the linoleum.
“Can’t stand my teeth feelin’ fuzzy,” he mumbled through a mouth full of toothpaste. He stopped brushing, eyes wide, “oh shit, this isn’t my toothbrush, cuz this isn't my room.”
She desperately attempted to retain her eyes on his face as she replied, “it’s fine.”
“What time is it?” He asked, post-gargle.
“Three AM.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“We should get some sleep.”
“That’s a great idea.”
He dropped to the bed like a felled tree, and seemed to find sleep immediately.
She attempted to wiggle his boots from his feet, which took quite a bit more effort than she anticipated, jostling him back awake in the process.
“Whatcha doin?” He raised to his elbows, watching her struggle with a fond amusement.
“Trying to help you,” she grunted, straddled his leg and yanking at the unmoving boot.
“You wanna help me, come on up here and cuddle me.”
She dropped his foot and peered at his lifted head, “Cuddle you?”
“Mmmhmm, c’mere Kate,” he held out his very attractive arms (that led to the rest of his very attractive body) to her as he easily toed off his boots.
She lowered herself next to him, and he pulled her flush against his chest, both strong arms wrapped around her. She adjusted slightly, and found herself unusually comfortable, given the hard terrain of his chisled chest.
“You clicked right into place like a lego; fit perfectly like you were made to go right here,” his voice rumbly from her location. “Legos click in, right? Did that make a damn bit of sense? Still feelin' a little smashed.”
His soft dark chest hair tickled her nose, “made sense and also accurate. Good job.”
“This’s nice. You smell nice. Like lemon merengue pie.”
“It’s my shampoo.”
He always smelled like everything she associated with love: wind-blown winter wheat fields, metallic dust, engine oil, earthy geosmin and crisp ozone. Tonight, his usual smells mixed with soap and that peppery manly cologne that seemingly every guy south of Nebraska wore.
She felt a bit self-conscious. Before this moment, they hadn’t even hugged. Strange to think, given how close she felt to him. The intimacy of having their bodies pressed against one another flicked inner switches she thought long dead. Shit, she hadn’t actually “cuddled” with anyone in a long long while. In five years. Not since the last time Jeb -
“Stop thinkin’.”
“How do you know I’m thinking?”
“Can feel it in your body,” he ran one large hand down over her shoulder, along her torso, skimmed over her hip and back again. “Rest Kate.”
She very nearly moaned, and swallowed before answering, “I’ll try.”
“Relax your body. Listen to my heart. You’re okay. I’m okay. Let’s sleep.” he nuzzled the top of her head with his chin. “Rest Kate.”
She smiled into his chest.
“Goodnight Sapulpa.”
“Goodnight Tyler.”
A few minutes passed, and her eyes began to feel heavy and her limbs leaden.
She relaxed, but she didn’t fall asleep for quite some time, just listening to his deep breathing, her head and hand falling into the rhythm of his chest. His strong heart beat a steady consistent rhythm , and she’d have been lying to herself if she didn’t consider for just a moment, that she belonged right here, in his arms, on his chest: warm, safe, cared for. Who wouldn’t want that?
She glanced up at his sweet little mouth, open and letting out even puffs of air. Who wouldn’t want him?
Talk about putting the cart before the horse.
Besides, the logistics bordered on nightmarish. Sure, she wanted him. Badly. But, the last time she had attempted to fuck some idiot plagued her brain. She’d finally given it a go after three years in New York, not because her heart called out, but because her body demanded it. The moment the making out progressed into something more, her heart rate picked up, her body rife with confusion, launched her into a full-blown panic attack. She ended up shoving him off of her, locked herself in the bathroom, vomiting and hyperventilating for an hour. She’d Uber’d home and completely swore off dating after that. Hell, after that, she’d even consume a glass of wine before masturbating to avoid the possibility of bringing on another panic attack. Add to that, her Jeb-based survivor’s guilt tainted any bit of attraction she felt for other men. It just hadn’t been on her mind anymore. It didn’t seem possible, so she stopped caring.
That disastrous date occurred years ago; she attempted to reason with herself. She drove straight into tornadoes now for fuck’s sake! When did that become less frightening than fucking a man who nearly made her come every time he called her Sapulpa (stupidest nickname ever.) Tyler had awakened a desire in her she thought she’d fully cremated.
She feared even trying. Good lord, if it went well, though - wasn’t it worth the risk? Wasn’t he worth the risk?
She’d argued with herself in this fashion a dozen times in the last forty-eight hours.
She must have fallen asleep for an hour or two, but awoke at first light, the little spoon, his heavy arm draped across her waist, his palm under her shirt, tucked around her abdomen.
She checked her phone and her flight status: on time. Disappointment weighted her to the bed for another moment, before obligations began stacking in her brain, and she slipped from beneath him to ready herself and her belongings.
She considered waking him but settled on grabbing a pen from her bag and jotting a note on a motel pad.
“Where you goin’?” he groused from bed.
She turned to see him sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
“My plane is on time. Javi’s downstairs.”
“I can drive you.”
She walked over to the bed and sat next to him, “best not drive yet. Just in case.”
“I’m fine.”
“I know but, for my peace of mind, just sleep a little longer and then hydrate.”
“When are you coming back?”
“Next week, at the latest. Go back to sleep.”
She stood and grabbed her suitcase handle. His chest tightened; her impending departure upset him in a way he couldn’t fathom. No concrete ties bound them; they’d made no promises. Kate’s face at the airport yesterday, “this could be it,” pinged around in his brain.
“Hey Sapulpa?”
She turned towards him, a moment from reaching for the doorknob.
“Don’t go.”
She again released the suitcase, sauntered to him, and stood between his legs. He tilted his face up, and her hands rested on either side of his face, sending tingles down his neck. Her thumbs brushing over his ears, her lips hovered so near to his, he thought he might be dreaming. Her eyes drifted shut, waiting generously for Tyler to seal the deal. He closed the centimeter between their mouths, crashing his soft warm lips into hers. Their kiss went from chaste to passionate in less than half a second, and Tyler pulled her down to straddle him upon the bed. He leaned back, taking her with him, and quickly flipped her beneath him, all without breaking the slow, wet, deep kisses they pressed upon each other. Their ministrations rounded corners neither had intended when Kate broke the kiss. His mouth detoured to her neck biting and kissing up to her ears, and she struggled to find coherent speech.
“I’d like to stay right here with you,” she huffed, breathless, “but, I, I have to go Tyler.”
“I know,” he kissed her cheeks, chin, nose and mouth, again, softly and too briefly.
“Next week?” He asked voice thick with desire, as she unclasped her legs from around his waist, realizing with chagrin she’d caged him in a thigh-vise.
“At the latest,” she smiled into his mouth, and he pulled her up to standing with him.
His brawny arms still trapped her against him when a knock at the door drew them back to reality.
He sighed, his nose nuzzling hers, “Javi’s impatient.”
“Reporting for duty!” Boone yelled through the door.
Tyler raised an eyebrow, pulling his face back to meet her eyes, “I don’t need a babysitter.”
She gripped his face in her palms, lovingly running her thumbs along his jaw, “I know you’re not feeling the effects anymore, but the half-life of Rohypnol is like twenty hours, if that’s even what he dosed you with. It just, it scares me Tyler. I can’t stay with you, but I don’t want you to be alone.”
He softened at her vulnerability, planted one last slow and impossibly gentle kiss upon her lips and whispered, “better let him in then.”
She opened her motel door to Boone’s enormous smile, “Heya Kate. Javi’s chomping at the bit down there; he says you’ll miss your flight if you don’t get a move on.”
“Thank you for getting here so fast,” she gave him a quick hug.
“No problemo,” he nodded and plopped down in the office chair, spun around once entirely, and then watched Kate and Tyler exchange a languishing look.
“Sent me your proposal?”
She smiled at him from the doorway, suitcase in hand, “yep.”
He returned her smile, “Call me when you land?”
“I will. Hydrate. Rest.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
When the door clicked to a close behind her, his heart ached, but with less finality.
“So? Did you do it? Did you kiss her?”
“C’mon, Boone, you know I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Yeah, but did you? Did you kiss her?”
“Course I kissed her,” he smiled proudly, falling back into bed to the sound of Boone’s signature “yip!”
One week, at the most.
Hell, he’d been searching for her his whole life; what was another week?
AUTHOR’s NOTE:
This was just supposed to be a fluffy lil fic I would return to whenever I got frustrated writing my other fics. Didn’t mean for it to turn into 5k words monster fic. Feed this writer with your comments, if you feel so inspired. I love reading your feedback.
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pairing: fox hybrid! wooyoung x cat hybrid! reader (fem) feat. owners seongjoong
summary: you mess around with a new hybrid playmate while your owners go out to eat.
w.c: 3.4k
warnings: dom leaning! wooyoung, sub leaning! reader, these mfs are in HEAT, subspace stuff, pet names, praise, kissing, food play, nipple play (m receiving), grinding, breeding kink (it’d be an actual crime if i didn’t include this) unprotected sex, creampie
a/n: on all levels except physical i am a kitty - meow
okay but fr i’ve always wanted to write a hybrid au so i’m so glad i finally did!! it was so fun ahhhh <3 also there's only one more fic to go ;; thank you for coming on this filthy journey with meee <3
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“Y/N, I’m home!” your owner Hongjoong called out, standing near the doorway of his apartment next to his friend Seonghwa, who he had a fat crush on, and of course, his companion Wooyoung, a beautiful red fox hybrid who was a sneaky little troublemaker with a heart of gold. “And I brought company, so make sure you have some clothes on!”
Ears twitching at the sound of your owner’s voice, you pulled yourself out of the cat nap you were taking on Hongjoong’s bed and pounced into his open closet to find one of his oversized hoodies and some booty shorts to put on. Yawning dramatically, you headed out into the living room, seeing Seonghwa give you a smile and a wave. You reciprocated, but suddenly went still upon seeing the hybrid you had never encountered before besides the times Hongjoong made you interact with him over FaceTime, your tufted ears now on high alert.
Wooyoung reacted differently, his mind yelling ‘Kitty! Must scent!’, immediately heading in your direction to do just that, but getting pulled back when Seonghwa placed his hands onto his shoulders, hearing him go ‘uh-uh-uh.’
Hongjoong walked over to you and gave you a hug, running his hand down your fluffy tail to get it to go from a standing position to a relaxed one. “Don’t be so scared, sweetheart. You’ve talked to him before. He’s been really excited to meet you in person, you know.” Seeing your apprehension, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, stroking your hair in a comforting manner. “I just thought you could hang out with someone new. Do you remember me telling you about this a couple days ago? How Daddy wants you to meet new hybrids so you can socialize?”
You thought about it for a minute, going back through the past week, your freshest memory being of your trip to the mall with Hongjoong. He bought you a new plushie and some new cat grass after you tossed the other one off of the balcony when you were having a fit. He used half of the spray bottle on you that day.
“Uh…not really,” you replied honestly, idly grabbing onto Hongjoong’s sleeve and holding it, looking past him, studying the fox that was staying still in his owner’s grasp. He didn’t look too scary now that you weren’t so caught off guard by a person who wasn’t your owner or his boyfriend. Friend. You weren’t sure because Hongjoong always got pouty whenever you asked. You tilted your head, finding Wooyoung’s outfit to be really adorable. He had a few pink heart-shaped clips in his hair, keeping some of his cherry-red bangs out of his eyes. He was wearing a cute oversized sweater too, one that was hanging off one of his shoulders and had a tiny heart over the chest. To make you ever more jealous of his look, he was wearing your favorite brand of athletic shorts, ones with white stripes going down the sides. You wanted to take a trip to his closet one day. You were tired of exploring Hongjoong’s, only ever finding empty bottles of cat nip that you had raided without his knowledge and random books about romance.
Wooyoung’s white-tipped fox ears perked up upon eye contact, his nose twitching a few times, taking in your scent from far away. It was comforting. Like fresh laundry and some kind of soap. Sniff. Kiwi scented soap, to be exact. Would your skin taste like kiwis too? He would have to conduct an experiment. Hopefully, you would like him, so he could get close. He loved kitties. He really liked to tease them and get them all riled up, always wanting to watch their tails puff up, but Seonghwa told him not to do that anymore. It worked out though, because his favorite thing was when he made them purr. It always made him feel really warm inside, sometimes so warm he felt like his tummy was on fire.
Hongjoong sighed, but gave your head a reassuring pat, causing you to push your head into his hand when he started to pull it away, patting it some more as a result. “Well, it’s time you met Wooyoung in person, don’t you think?” You gave him a small nod, opting to climb onto the large plush couch and sitting with your tail curled around you. Hongjoong walked over to you and murmured, “You might become good friends, sweetheart. Plus, he brought you some snacks so be a good girl and tell him thank you, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy,” you nodded, nuzzling your owner’s hovering hand, before looking to Seonghwa, who gave you another soft smile and released his grip on Wooyoung. You blinked for a second and the eager fox hybrid was already sitting on the couch next to you, setting down the plastic bag he had and leaning in to give your neck a few sniffs. You smelled even better up-close, unknowingly encouraging him to move his face into your soft hair, his nose brushing over your human ear, making you shiver. You stayed still, getting used to his scent as well. It was warm like cinnamon sticks and sweet like maple syrup. Yummy. Neither of you spoke, simply taking in each other’s scents and body language, exchanging intense eye contact, as though you were figuring each other out.
Hongjoong walked back over to Seonghwa and leaned against him, elbowing him gently in the ribs through his long, black coat. “Do you think they’ll be fine on their own?”
“I think so. They’re both well trained.” Seonghwa nodded his head, smiling down at Hongjoong, suddenly rubbing his stomach and groaning when he felt hunger pains. “We should probably head to the restaurant soon. I’m starving.”
Both Hongjoong and Seonghwa said bye to the both of you, but neither of you were really paying attention, only waving your hands in their direction, your eyes still locked onto one another’s, getting closer and closer as time went by.
Hongjoong grabbed his bag and coat, then headed to the door with Seonghwa, only stopping once he closed the door behind the both of them. Seonghwa walked a few feet down the hall, but stayed still when he realized that Hongjoong was standing still. “What’s wrong?” he asked, pushing a hand into his coat pocket.
Locking the door, Hongjoong caught up to Seonghwa, saying concernedly, “Y/N hasn’t been fixed. Is Wooyoung fixed?”
Walking down the hallway at a leisurely pace, Seonghwa hit the elevator button, realizing, “No, actually. Do you think that’ll be a problem?”
Remembering how cautious you were around Wooyoung, Hongjoong shook his head and laughed at the thought of you actually engaging with Wooyoung in such a way. Plus, you never showed that kind of interest in anyone, except for him. He didn’t have anything to worry about. “No, I think we’re probably fine. She’s a good girl.” Stepping into the elevator with Seonghwa, he looked down at his friend’s hand, which was mere inches away from his, gulping, his ringed fingers twitching slightly.
“Wooyoung’s feisty, but won’t push anything on another hybrid if they disapprove.” Watching the numbers on the elevator slowly go down, Seonghwa pressed his shoulder into Hongjoong’s smaller one, able to notice how he tensed up. The backs of his fingers just barely began to brush over his friend’s, making him feel warm, but not able to pull through and actually attempt to hold his hand.
“That’s good.” Hongjoong focused intently on the numbers on the screen above him, taking in a deep breath and moving his fingers against Seonghwa’s, just barely interlocking their pinky fingers together.
“Good, yeah,” Seonghwa replied softly, his heart about to beat out of his chest, swallowing his nerves down like he would with the wine he was about to drink at the restaurant. He squeezed Hongjoong’s pinky against his own. “Very good.”
“Absolutely.” Hongjoong felt like he was going to melt into the floor, not realizing he was holding his breath until he started to feel a little lightheaded.
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“Youngie,” you accidentally blurted out, shivering as Wooyoung’s rough tongue came in contact with your neck, whining when he pulled the collar of your hoodie down to get better access to your collarbone area. He said he wanted to see if you tasted like kiwis because of Hongjoong’s soap. You weren’t sure if it worked like that, but it couldn’t hurt to try. Though, it tickled a lot and Wooyoung’s scent was making you feel really warm.
Wooyoung let out a small chirp-like sound of approval at your nickname for him, stopping mid-lick to push his head into yours, nuzzling you. “I like that, Kitty. Keep calling me that.”
Your ears flattened into your hair, and your heart thumped away inside your chest. “Okay, Youngie. Please call me Kitty from now on too. I like it.” Running your fingers over the wet sections of your neck, you asked, “So did it taste like kiwi?”
“Uh-uh.” Wooyoung pouted for a second, only to smile brightly when he remembered about the snacks he brought. He turned his body to reach into the plastic bag next to him, pulling out two cartons of strawberry milk and handing you one, taking out a bag of de-pitted cherries as well. Seonghwa always took the pits out so he didn't have to worry about Wooyoung choking. “Snack time!”
Poking the straw through the box and taking a few gulps of the drink, you jumped slightly and turned your body towards the other hybrid’s, remembering Hongjoong’s words. “Thank you, Youngie.”
Slurping a couple cherries into his mouth and gobbling them down without much thought, he turned his body towards yours as well, speaking with his mouth full, “Welcome, Kitty. Want a cherry?” When you nodded, he took a bite of another one and pressed it to your lips, tilting his head to the side when you gingerly nibbled on it, your cheeks flushed. “Something wrong?”
“It’s an indirect kiss,” you murmured shyly, taking the rest of the cherry into your mouth when he pushed it inside and chewing it.
Wooyoung took a sip of his milk, batting his long eyelashes at you, his big, bushy tail idly flicking at one of your bare thighs. “You want a direct one?”
“I-i mean, well, um…yes…” you stuttered out, barely able to handle Wooyoung pouncing on you, almost making you knock your milk carton over. He smelled so good. So yummy. You really wanted to taste him.
“Here I come, kitty cat.” Resting one hand near your head on the cushion below and leaning down towards you, he took a bite of a cherry and chewed, pressing it down onto your lips and rubbing the juices around. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips onto yours, idly licking the sweetness off of them, slowly deepening the kiss once you lowered your carton to the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck.
He blindly reached for another cherry or two. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Lick. Lick. Lick. Wooyoung’s tongue began to eagerly explore your mouth, licking at the roof of your mouth and at one of your inner cheeks, eventually focusing on your rough tongue, slurping it into his mouth like he did with the cherry and sucking on it. With your bodies and fluffy tails entwined, the fox hybrid began to rut himself against you out of habit, his hardened cock rubbing deliciously on your clit, the material of your tiny, thin shorts offering you pleasure as well.
Mewling into the hybrid’s mouth, you broke the kiss, your glistening lips connected with a few strings of saliva, your combined pheromones making the both of you feel like you were on fire and in need of more stimulation. Now feeling comfortable, you took the half-empty milk carton from his hand and pushed him onto the floor, hearing him let out a surprised yelp, not wasting any time landing down onto him with one leg in between his and the other pressing on the outside of it. “Kitty wants to play. Kitty wants to taste Youngie.”
Wooyoung took the carton from you and lifted his sweater up and over his tiny pink nipples, tilting the carton, pouring the milk onto the both of them, purring, “Taste me, Kitty. I know you want milk.”
As your pupils grew to the size of saucers, you leaned yourself down onto him, lapping the sweet, sticky liquid from his nipples one at a time, sucking on them to make sure you cleaned them properly. “Mm, yummy. More, Youngie. More milk.”
Flustered and turned on, Wooyoung felt like he was about to blow his load from feeling your tiny sandpaper-like tongue on his sensitive chest. He poured a bit more milk onto his chest, the liquid eventually trickling down his abdomen. When you dove back in to lap up the milk from his puffy nipples, your tongue slid back and forth over them at an increasingly desperate speed, making him moan more and more, unable to hold back. “Feels really good. Kitty’s making Youngie feel so hot.”
Your pussy pulsed and your ears twitched slightly from the praise you were receiving. It made you want more. You dragged your tongue down his soft body, still lapping at the milk, moving lower and lower until you got to the waistband of his shorts. Sniffing at the smell of pre-cum soaking through the thin material, you instinctively rubbed your cheek against his clothed cock, giving it a few experimental licks, feeling it twitch against your tongue.
Wooyoung whined softly, pulling his shorts down, his cock springing up into your face, your eyes focusing on the shiny reddened tip. “I have more milk for you, Kitty. Lick and suck, and it’ll come out.”
“Okay, Youngie.” You were familiar with oral because Hongjoong always let you do it to him when he woke up with morning wood, giving you a tummy full of cum to tide you over until breakfast. Feeling your shorts stick to your pussy with a heavy amount of arousal, you licked up the shaft like you were working with a dripping ice cream cone, slowly allowing it into your warm mouth and bobbing your head at a steady pace, drooling onto it.
Wooyoung arched his back, grasping at the carpet below with his free hand, whining and moaning, his voice coming out higher-pitched than before. "So good," he sighed out, gazing down at you with glossy, dilated eyes. "Don't stop, Kitty..."
You alternated between licking all around it and sucking on it, your rough tongue sending shivers up his spine, his fluffy tail jolting every now and then. When you pushed the majority of Wooyoung's pulsing cock into your mouth, the fox moaned wantonly, letting go of the milk carton, not noticing when it began to leak out into the plush carpet. He was too focused on how good it felt to have a pretty kitty play with his cock. So good, he might-
“Mmm…!” you reacted, feeling Wooyoung’s cum spilling down your throat, pulling away to have it shoot out onto your tongue in spurts. You swallowed it down in gulps, his cum so hot and thick it made you crave more, but wanting it inside your pussy instead. “Want more milk. Want it inside me. In my special place.”
Wooyoung’s ear rotated in different directions, his cock instantly coming to life upon hearing your soft-spoken request. “Kitty can have all of my milk,” he answered, reaching down to help you slip out of your shorts, a long, thick bead of arousal dripping off of your cunt and onto his twitching length. “Come on, kitty cat. Let’s breed~”
Wooyoung’s words made your brain short-circuit, not even realizing what was happening until you got onto the hybrid's lap, feeling something warm and heavy filling you up to the brim, your tight cunt already clenching around whatever was pumping in and out of you. Oh, Youngie’s thick cock. It was already deep inside you, sending pleasant chills up your spine, your fluffy tail coiling around one of the fox’s thighs. "Youngie," you purred, not even moving yourself, simply letting the fox eagerly slam his hips up into yours, the loud slapping sounds like music to your fluffy ears. You loved the sound of breeding. It made you feel so warm. So hot.
Panting, Wooyoung made a low, guttural sound, his pupils blown wide, suddenly grabbing your body and switching your positions, this time laying himself down against your back, the front of you pressing into the soft carpet. When you looked back up at him with surprise, your eyebrows still drawn from the pleasure, Wooyoung responded by fucking you a lot faster than before now that he was in full control. “This is a better position for breeding, Kitty. Want you to have a full litter.”
All this talk about breeding and having kitties of your own, fox hybrid kitties at that, made you almost feel a little dizzy. You just barely met Youngie in person that day, but you already wanted him to take care of you when you were full for him, have him protect you from harm, and love you. “Give Kitty Youngie’s milk. Want your kits in me. In Kitty’s breeding hole.”
Hearing you talk about the kits that he could help you produce sent him into an instinctive frenzy, fucking you hard into the soft floor, his hands squeezing into your bouncing ass on each side, kneading it and watching his cock disappear inside your slick cunt over and over. Making you let out deep purrs mixed with whiny, desperate mewls, Wooyoung hunched over you, burying his face into your neck, licking and sucking it, murmuring, “Kitty sounds so pretty. I like hearing Kitty’s pretty purring and moans…”
His praise and his ability to send you in an almost mind-melting state of pleasure made you revel in the fact that Wooyoung was your new special friend, hoping you could see him again soon in case he didn’t successfully breed you this time. “Youngie, it’s coming out,” you moaned, only having to get filled up with his cock one last time, before your release began pouring out of you.
“Kitty’s so wet and warm,” Wooyoung sighed deeply, slamming his hips into yours a few more times, your extra tight hole drawing whiny-sounding moans from his lips, his body starting to jolt. He squeezed your ass tightly, spurting his thick seed deep into your womb, barely able to moan, “Take my milk, little kitty. Wanna see you so full for me next time I see you. Wanna see you make your own milk for me.”
“Kitty wants Youngie’s kits…” you purred back, your lower half shuddering a bit after getting creampied. “Wanna make my own milk so that you can taste it.” You looked back at him to give him a sheepish smile, your tail swishing around and tickling the hybrid’s chest.
“I’ll give you my kits, kitty cat,” he reassured, pressing his lips to your head, rubbing your hips in a soothing way. He licked your earlobe, drawing more purrs from you. “And I’ll be sure to drink your milk. I promise~”
You began to purr even louder, relishing the thought of being Wooyoung’s mate, able to get bred and tasted by him whenever you both felt like it. Feeling Wooyoung slowly pull out, you whined at the emptiness and the feeling of his seed slowly dribbling out of you. You rested your sweaty face against the carpet, so fucked-out your small tongue slid out of your mouth, still feeling your heart pound inside your chest. You really liked Youngie. You wanted to see him again, and you were about to tell him, but the door unlocked and swung open.
“I told you not to have that last glass, dumbass,” Hongjoong scolded Seonghwa, despite the fierce blush on his face. His friend was leaning against him and nuzzling the side of his head, sufficiently drunk. Seonghwa mumbled something incoherently, his eyes shut, but suddenly opened them up when he heard his friend gasp out loud.
“No! Bad Y/N!” he started, already running over to the kitchen to grab the spray bottle, encouraging you to tiredly crawl into Wooyoung’s lap and rest your face in the crook of his neck, purring softly from taking in your mixed scents. Hongjoong stood in front of the both of you, looking between your naked sweaty bodies, slowly lowering the bottle to his side as to not ruin an (admittedly) cute moment. He instead faced Seonghwa who plopped down onto the couch and sunk into it, ready to fall asleep. “Aren’t you upset, Seonghwa? Wooyoung isn’t fixed. He probably–”
Seonghwa shook his head, pointing down to the carpet where a spot had formed on the dark carpet. “No, I think we’re good. He definitely pulled out. Just like I taught him.” He reached down to pat Wooyoung’s head, smiling softly down at his companion. “Good job, sweetie.”
Wooyoung chirped at his owner’s praise, still nuzzling you, holding you close, finding the vibrations of your constant purring to be extremely therapeutic.
Hongjoong walked up to the carpet and leaned down, inspecting it closely. “Are you sure this is cum? It’s not white or anything.” He placed his hands on his hips, looking down at Wooyoung with a stern expression, making the fox hybrid gulp. “What is that stain, Wooyoung?”
Knowing he wasn’t lying, Wooyoung rubbed your back in small circles, chiming with a proud smile, flashing his canine teeth up at the man. “It’s milk.”
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entheognosis · 5 months ago
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Loving the earth, seeing what has been done to it, I grow sharp, I grow cold. Where will the trilliums go, and the coltsfoot? Where will the pond lilies go to continue living their simple, penniless lives, lifting their faces of gold? Impossible to believe we need so much as the world wants us to buy. I have more clothes, lamps, dishes, paper clips than I could possibly use before I die. Oh, I would like to live in an empty house, with vines for walls, and a carpet of grass. No planks, no plastic, no fiberglass. And I suppose sometime I will. Old and cold I will lie apart from all this buying and selling, with only the beautiful earth in my heart.
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Can I request "Please tell me you have a plan" in Hic Sunt Dracones verse pretty please ? <3
You certainly can! This is something I've been wanting to write for a while: a little bonus scene from Eddie’s pov, some time before the spring festival.
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Come what may
Rated: T
Words: 998
Tags: Fantasy AU; Dragon Eddie; Prince Steve; Platonic Stobin; Hurt/Comfort; Mates; Soul Bond; That dragon is down bad
Notes: Bonus scene to Hic sunt dracones
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Fate has a funny sense of humor.
You spend your entire life thinking that you don’t care for small things. Delicate things like dewdrops glistening in the morning light. Pretty things like smooth skin and chestnut hair, glowing gold in the sun. Soft things like the silky touch of flower petals. And then, one day, your world comes crashing down in a cloud of splintered wood and shattered stone and blood and pain, so much fucking pain- … only to reshape itself into something new, with the prettiest, softest, most delicate creature you’ve ever laid eyes on at its centre.
He never thought such a thing was possible. Then again, he only ever heard vague stories about what it felt like, finding your mate.
“Sweetheart? Everything alright?”
He never thought of himself as sweet, but here he is. He would be anything for this boy.
“There you are,” his beloved smiles when he turns his attention back on him, and pats the fresh bandage at the base of his tail with gentle hands - always so gentle. “Had me worried for a moment there. Thought I'd hurt you.”
“As if you'd ever hurt me, my love,” he wants to say, but all that'll leave his throat is a low, amused rumble. He goes for nudging his snout into his little mate's chest instead, and the boy yelps and nearly topples over.
He has never missed his other form before, content to stay this way for days and weeks on end, but now he finds himself longing for hands to return the boy’s touch, for lips to shower him in kisses, to press sweet words and playful bites into that soft skin.
“Hey, careful, you big brute,” his beloved scolds, but his smile is bright and happy, his voice brimming with pride. “You're getting stronger every day.”
“Uh-huh. Fantastic,” says another voice, and they both whip around. Oh yes, that's right, his prince brought his little friend today. She's perched on a rock a little way off and watching them with an unhappy quirk to her mouth. “What are you gonna do once he's back to full health? Have you thought of that at all?”
That smile dims. He bares his fangs at the girl and snarls, but his prince puts a hand to his snout and he quietens reluctantly. The girl sighs.
“Listen, you know I'm on your side, but you can't hide a fully grown dragon forever. Just- … Please tell me you have a plan?”
His mate sucks his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Steve?”
“Not much to plan, is there?” The words come out clipped, all fake resolution. “He recovers, and then he leaves.”
The girl takes one look at his mate's face and her expression softens. “Listen, dingus, I know you two have gotten … attached. I wish there was another way-”
“-but there isn't,” his prince interrupts, suddenly intensely focused on searching for something in his bag of medical supplies. “I know that, you don't have to remind me. Now, don't you have somewhere else to be?”
She doesn't look insulted at being dismissed like that. In fact, the only thing swimming in her eyes as she stands is sympathy.
“Take care,” she mutters, patting his mate's shoulder. He doesn’t look up. “You too, big guy.”
He waits until her footsteps die down, and then he nudges his mate's shoulder with his tail, whining softly under his breath.
You don't seriously think I'd ever leave you, do you, my little love?
His prince finally drops the bag, sitting down in the grass and curling up against his side, soft and small and warm.
“Yeah, I'm alright. Don't worry about me.”
He grumbles in annoyance, once again wishing for a set of human lips. His little mate still misunderstands him, sometimes. He has no doubt that this will change in time, once their bond grows stronger. Here and now, though, there's no comforting words he can offer, and the thought fills him with helpless rage.
There's a patch of wildflowers growing just next to their spot, bright and colorful and pretty. Following a sudden impulse, he snaps them off with his teeth. He needs to be careful with them, because they're so tiny and delicate, but he's starting to learn more and more about delicate things.
“I'm pathetic, huh?” his prince mutters, pressing his face into his side, fingers absentmindedly tracing the pattern of scales there. “I mean, I know you can't stay forever, it's just … I wish you could. It's stupid, I- ugh, what are you doing?”
His little love yelps as he drops the flowers on his head, reflexively trying to brush them off. Then, he realizes what they are and pauses. His pretty eyes are large as he looks up.
“Sweetheart? Are those for me?”
He rumbles his confirmation, basking in the picture that is his mate. Flowers in his lap, on his shoulders, in his hair. They suit him so well. He's going to crown him in flowers one day, whole wreaths of them so he'll never need to wear the ugly, heavy things made of metal and gemstones that humans insist on putting on their kings.
His prince smiles, warm and bright like the rising sun, and he purrs in reply, leaning their foreheads together. He cannot convey his love in words yet, but he can show it with touch. He cannot return those caresses and kisses yet, but he will. He'll return them a thousandfold, once he's strong enough to shift again, and he won't ever stop, for as long as they both live. He belongs to this boy, just like this boy is his. His beloved may not fully understand it yet, but he does. Their very souls started to entwine on the day they met - a bond that will only grow stronger for as long as they both live.
They won't ever part, come what may.
And when they leave this place, it will be together.
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whovianofmidgard · 2 months ago
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Summary: Finrod and Maedhros talk about their experiences with Sauron. Not of the torture and pain he inflicted on them, but instead of how much of a preening, narcissistic peackock he was, always going on about how beautiful he was. Celebrimbor and Maeglin join in on the gossip.
Inspired by this post by @inthehouseoffinwe
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The Gardens are a place of healing and tranquillity, a transition for the newly re-embodied between Death and Life. There is quiet, but not the lack of all sound that forces a fëa to fill it with thoughts of contemplation like in the Halls. It is the quiet of nature, where the breeze gently rustles the canopy of leaves, where the slow flowing stream trickles along the bend, where the bees buzz about the pastel petalled flowers. A quiet filled with life, a quiet that is peaceful.     
"So..." Finrod, a visitor to the Gardens, one re-embodied long ago and in no urgent need of healing, breaks the silence.   
"So..." Maedhros, newly released from the Halls and still reacquainting himself with his new hröa, rumbles back in answer.   
A short pause, where they allow a red robin to say his piece as he flitters by, and the two elves size each other up. Finrod is bright eyed, his golden hair shimmering in the scattered beams of sunlight filtering through the leaves. He is a riot of colours, of expensive fabrics and jewels, smiling comfortably and perfectly settled in his skin, a paragon of joviality, just as Maedhros remembers him from his youth. There is the silver outline of a large lupine bite mark across his exposed throat.   
Maedhros' eyes are no longer dark and haunted, though neither light with innocence like in his youth. His hair is neither sparkling copper wire, nor a fountain of red blood, but the in-between that turns out to be the fluffy orange coat of a fox. He is getting used to his soul being clothed in flesh again, the breeze lightly caressing his unmarred skin, the smooth stump of his still missing right hand absently running through the soft grass he sits on.   
"Sauron, right?" Maedhros dips his toes into the murky waters of what some would consider a fraught topic of conversation.   
Finrod raises a curious brow but grins nonetheless. "Sauron, indeed."   
Maedhros sagely nods, and in a grave tone he declares, "What a pompous ass."   
"Eru Ever-loving! I know right?!" Finrod throws his head back as he cries out. "He was such an insufferable peacock!"   
"Always strutting about the dingy dungeon corridors like he was on the latest Vanyar fashion exhibit," Maedhros complains.   
"Yes!" Finrod exclaims. "Like every time he came down to our prison cell, he was wearing something different. Flowing robes, black silk dresses, giant fur coats, a full set of armour..."   
"Jewel encrusted layered skirts, gold embroidered mantle with a ten feet train behind him, lace tunic that left so little to the imagination he might as well have walked around completely bare chested..." Maedhros lists off.   
Finrod leans in, an almost manic glint in his eye, and regardless of their perfectly secluded spot in the Gardens, he drops his voice to a whisper like all the old Tirion gossips do at dinner parties.   
"Once he passed the cell I shared with Beren twice in less than an hour, and he was wearing two entirely different outfits both times."   
"Nooo," the eldest son of Fëanor gasps in mock disbelief, barely containing the delighted toothy grin that wants to break out across his face.   
"Yes, he did!" Finrod cries. Then continues, "I will never forget the loud echoing sound of his clip-clopping steps as he marched down the stairs in his..."   
"...stupid twelve-inch high heeled steel boots," they both say at the same time before dissolving into tittering laughter like a pair of old mortal ladies. 
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the-re-farmer · 6 months ago
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Our 2024 Garden: grass clippings are gold!
I’m going to be feeling this tomorrow, but I got what I wanted to do, done – and then some! I just finished mowing the area of the outer yard that I’d been able to mow previously. I had considered mowing until I finished a tank of gas at first. Since this area had already been done before, even with the constant stopping to empty the bag, that would have meant expanding the area I was able to…
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hopelessromantic5 · 4 months ago
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This one’s been on the shelf for a while.
Merthur modern AU-ish clip. Reincarnation-ish.
Enjoy.
“I don’t like this, Arthur.”
Turning to his best friend in concern, because he’d never heard that specific tone before, the blonde asks,
“What’s wrong?”
“Just something about this feels…very sad.” He pauses for a moment, eyes searching out over the perfect blue lake. Serene in its quiet.
That is, until the feeling starts creeping over Arthur too. Like a shadow moving closer of its own volition.
Merlin continues,
“It feels like…”
“Grief.” Arthur finishes for him, no more than a whisper to his voice. “It feels like grief.” After all he’s felt this before.
For his mother. It was so long ago now, but this exact feeling still catches him off guard on his best days.
As if reading his thoughts, Merlin speaks softly to him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“
“You didn’t. I will always remind me of her. The real question is, why does this place seem to perspire sadness?”
“I don’t know.” Merlin says looking out again.
Suddenly he’s walking, without thinking twice, the raven haired boy is at the water’s edge in less than a second.
Arthur slowly comes to his side. Looking out at the water, trying to decipher its message.
“It’s the strangest feeling.” Merlin says, to no one in particular.
“Like we’ve been here before.” Arthur doesn’t know how he knows. But he definitely knows that he and Merlin stood on this same patch of grass, some time ago.
“Maybe we should-“
“No.” Merlin shakes his head vehemently. “No, I don’t want to go in.”
“Why?” Arthur whispers looking at his best friend. His other half, really.
“Whatever happened here-“ his voice breaks off as he chokes on a quiet sob. Merlin is never one to outwardly show his melancholy. “I don’t want it to happen again.”
“It’s not going to, Merlin. We’ll go in together, alright? I’ll hold your hand every step.” He reaches out and tugs at Merlin’s long pale fingers, currently wrapped around his torso in self-comfort. “I don’t know how I know but…the water will give us the answers.” He says, hovering his hand just above its surface. “It knows us.”
“What if it takes you, again?” Arthur wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t a step away.
“It won’t.” He states with all the conviction he possesses. “I won’t leave you here, again.”
Neither of them knows where these words came from or what they speak of, but in that moment, there is an understanding. Similar to the one they’d had all their mortal lives, but it is deeper somehow. Thicker with death and heartache. Covered in the cobwebs of time.
Slowly, Arthur steps his bare foot into the shallow water, tugging Merlin in with him.
It isn’t until Merlin’s skin touches the lake, that it all comes rushing back.
A castle, armor and swords, an unjust King, the day they met. Bickering words and sly comments that made Arthur smile blindingly at the thought. Then there was adventure. Into the forrest on a great white steed, always with his closest confidant next to him. Then there’s a vision of a golden bathed room, surrounded by all the people he loves and cherishes, as Geoffrey placed a crown of gold upon his head.
At last, the end. Sentimental words shared with the only person he cared to see him in that state. The only person he ever trusted with his heart.
And then nothing. Blackness. The last thing he remembered was Merlin’s heartbroken cry, and the calm lapping of lake waves on the shore.
There is a gasp and he is back in the present, still holding Merlin’s hand. But Arthur remembers. And he knows Merlin does too, by the look of sheer shock and adoration on his face.
“Arthur, I-“
“I know, Merlin. I’m sorry it took so long.”
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bluemoonperegrine · 8 months ago
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One Giant Leap - Part I
This is a silly yet angsty one-shot in the Hallmark by Knight universe that combines an idea @vicarious-rebel and I had kicked around with Jake being the one to finally tell Jack about the system's DID. This isn't how it will go down in HbK canon. It's an AU to the AU, if you will.
Translations of the handful of Spanish phrases are at the end.
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Jack frowned on his perch atop the Giant Dipper, the old wooden rollercoaster he hadn’t ridden since the whole family had visited Belmont Park when he and Lissa were teenagers. Mostly to distract from his urge to help Marc, he said through his balaclava to the mic clipped on his T-shirt, “Bebé, this isn’t natural.” 
The spiky creature the size of a tractor trailer got its webbed feet under itself as Moon Knight, grass-stained and soaked from fighting in Bonita Cove, flew straight at it. A Bluetooth earpiece carried Marc’s reply. “YA THINK?!?” 
Marc slammed into the beast, sending both of them into the miniature windmill of an already mostly trashed mini-golf course. Authorities had evacuated the area an hour earlier, when the monster had lumbered out of the Pacific. One of Marc’s contacts had alerted him, which immediately changed their plans for the day.
“Frogs can’t tolerate salt water,” Jack informed his partner, who probably wasn’t listening because the giant frog had wrapped its long tongue around him. “Bebé! Let me—”
“No!” Marc cried as he took to the air again despite his pinned arms. The tongue pulled taut but held, pulling a thrashing Moon Knight toward its gaping maw. “Stay safe!”
Finally! Jack thought, half sliding and half climbing down the ladder he’d used to get to the rollercoaster’s peak. “Stay safe” had a lot more wiggle room than “Stay there.” Although Khonshu would bring Marc back from death, Jack wasn’t about to stand back and watch his partner die if he could intervene.
The earpiece carried increasingly frantic cries as Jack neared the bottom of the ladder with his back turned to the fight in progress. With twenty feet left to go, Jack pushed off the ladder, twisting around in mid-air and hoping to find Marc breaking free.
The monster’s wide mouth snapped shut on white cape as Jack’s feet hit the ground. Wet, stomach-turning noises replaced Marc’s screams. 
Jack's wolf side roused, furious and lethal, and he found himself at a dead run aimed at the predator. His halves had reached an unspoken agreement: his human mind was needed to save his mate. If that was unsuccessful, he’d bite and slash and kill as the wolf.
With forty feet between him and his target, Jack jumped a custodian’s cart, grabbing a broom along the way. The broom head was useless, but the handle could skewer the monster’s eyes.
Twenty feet.
The huge amphibian turned and trudged east, toward the cove’s sandy shore.
Holding the broom overhead, Jack leaped while roaring as best he could with human vocal cords. A similar cry sounded in his ear—one he hadn’t heard since the Tecate mission—as the wooden pole pierced a tire-sized eyeball. Then the frog’s enormous webbed foot lashed out and Jack was hurtling backwards. He hit the ground hard and rolled.
With the gory sounds of a brawl straight out of a horror movie in his ear, Jack looked up to find the frog writhing from something within. 
The sound of blood rushing in his ears nearly swamped out what he heard from the earpiece. He murmured, “Bebé?”
The frog’s mouth opened and poured out blood.
“Más o menos,” Marc gasped.
Half of a gold crescent blade jabbed through the creature’s flesh and slashed a wide arc. The frog bellowed as blood and bile flowed, then collapsed.
The wireless earpiece carried Marc’s panting and swearing in Spanish as he pushed through the cut he’d made through the monster.
Beaming, Jack rushed up to him, wishing he could take off his balaclava and Marc could remove his bloody cowl and mask. Although no people were around, surveillance cameras surely were, not to mention the helicopters and drones overhead.
“Corazón,” Jack sighed as he wrapped his arms around his partner despite the ichor. Marc’s hug seemed hesitant; he must be injured. 
Jack let go and took a step back, noticing how the suit’s mask and some of the linen wrappings were now black instead of their usual white. Chuckling, he said, “Being swallowed by a giant frog inspired a new look?”
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[ This isn't a scene break. I need to get some work done, is all. I was inspired, so I banged this out. ]
bebé = baby Más o menos = More or less corazón = darling, dear (literally "heart")
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kroas-adtam · 7 months ago
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How about Aeon experiencing his first fall and finding the apple orchard while exploring? Cute Bug just can't stop himself from eating allllll the tasty apples, Swiss finding him all sweet and sticky.....you know 😏
Swiss isn’t one to keep tabs on his fellow ghouls. He’s usually too busy raising Mountain’s stash of fresh grass to notice what the others are doing. But there’s a chill in the air today; breeze bringing in the stinging air of winter… and Aeon is usually bad about wearing a coat.
Aeon is blissfully unaware of the dropping temperatures. He’s discovered an Abbey secret. Rows, and rows, and rows of trees- each freckled with varying colors of ready to be picked apples. Aeon likes fruit. He likes it a lot, considering it’s the only sweet thing the older ghouls let him eat (he’ll devour a whole bag of candy if he can sniff it out).
He finds it’s easy to grab an apple; he’s always been very good at jumping. Biting in to the first one, it’s so sweet, so juicy it runs down his chin. His eyes flutter closed as the next bite feels like a kiss. A sweet, sugary kiss that reminds him of his ghouls. The red apple reminds him of Cirrus’ red lips. The sweetness reminds him of Cumulus’…
He goes to the tree over, standing on tiptoe this time to pick a bright green apple that’s bigger than his fist. This one is tart, it makes the back of his jaw tingle. He shivers as it flashes Rain through his mind.
Aeon opens his heavy eyes and spies a golden apple. The color reminds him of the beautiful gold clips and charms in Swiss’ locs and the earrings that line his ears. He can reach this one with ease, holding the two half eaten apples to his chest as he holds the new one to his lips. Something in the air catches his attention and he smiles before biting into the golden apple and moaning softly as the unique flavor washes over his tongue, sinking him deep into his first memory of being with Swiss.
“An apple makes you moan?” The voice of said ghoul floats to him on the breeze. His scent gave him away but Aeon still feigns surprise at the ghoul finding him like this- apples in his arms, sweet juice making his chin, lips and hands sticky. He swallows the bite before sticking his tongue out and leaping at the crunchy meat of the golden apple.
“Only when it tastes like you.” Swiss pauses midstep at Aeon’s words.
“Tastes like me?”
“Mmhmm,” Aeon hums, taking another bite, Swiss’ eye twitches at the drop of apple juice that falls from his chin to his hand.
“I taste like an apple, hm?” Swiss regains his pace and doesn’t stop until he’s nearly chest to chest with the shorter ghoul.
“Wanna find out?” Aeon grins, swallowing his bite.
“You look sticky.” Swiss comments, glancing at Aeon’s chin and hands.
“Then clean me up.” Aeon says simply, teasing and a little brattiness flashing in his eyes.
“Anything you say, sugar.”
Aeon drops all his apples as Swiss wraps his arms around his waist and kisses him deeply, sinfully, shoving him back against the nearest tree.
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[Content ID: Art of characters from Fire Emblem: Three Houses. From left to right, in the foreground there is a My Unit / Byleth OC, two fankid OCs, and Claude von Riegan. They are seated on a mauve rug with colored patterns outdoors. The My Unit OC has one arm extended as if gesturing while talking. They are looking down towards the toddlers who are focused on an orange book. They are wearing brown pants, a dark yellow shirt, and at least one rose earring. The fankid OCs are fraternal twins dressed similarly, with cream shorts, and one wearing a yellow scarf and red tunic while the other has a red scarf and yellow tunic. The child in the red tunic has his hair tied in a braid with red ribbons and a few gold-colored clips on the side of his hair. Claude is wearing a yellow top with a white shirt underneath, his patterned green and gold belt, cream pants, his gold earring, and a gold ring on his left ring finger. His right hand holds his left elbow, and his left hand is held to cover a smile on his mouth as he too watches the children. In the background, there is an earthy cliff, atop which there is green grass with some white and yellow flowers, Claude's resting white wyvern, and the My Unit OC's brown-red wyvern who is stretching one wing. The sky is blue with some white clouds, and a body of blue water can be seen. /End ID]
Changing Fae's colors back and forth in basically every drawing. This time I referenced the sprite I made. (I'll put this below the cut too)
It's my first time drawing any of my fankids! (: The boys are Geralt <- (intentional spelling) and Nader -> (eldest). Fae and Claude have a total of 4 children, and in worldstates with Avery (my Shez OC), Fae also has a child with him, and in various au's they also have a parental relationship to my Hilda x Lorenz fankids.
Close-ups and without a background below the cut.
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