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[longislandcharm]

[pm] Hey Winter! I just wanted to say that I have 0 trauma from that thing that we did (which rhymes with jurder and jover jup and jiding jhe jevidence) and am totally okay and normal. Anyway I'm ordering a pizza. What toppings do you like?

[pm] Could you not have walked twelve feet into the living room to tell me this? No, now you've implicated us in everything. Do not send me anything like this in writing again. I don't care if it rhymes, it's still incriminating.

Thea [....] I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe you should come talk to me instead? Please don't elaborate on here, I'd rather talk in person.

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I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 24/27 (3.9k words)

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Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst, orgasm denial, humiliation, slut shaming, references to domestic abuse, discussion of domestic abuse, minor violence, discussion of violence, description of violence, come eating, discussion about sexual assault, allusion to sexual assault

A/N: Hello, friends. It has been many months, but here I am working on finishing this fic. I split what was originally going to be 1 chapter into 2 parts (it got really long, which was overwhelming 😅). So this chapter is a little shorter with no smut, but a week from today will be the rest of it and that will have PLENTY of smut. After not posting something in so long, I just wanted to get something published to stimulate the Kino center of my brain to inspire me to write more. That way I can get this finished sooner rather than later! Also PLEASE take note of the new tags. There is a discussion about hypothetical harassment and assault in this chapter, but no description or specifics are mentioned.

Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "Delicate Dream" by Shana Halligan.

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Chapter 24 - Well, you reap what you sow, and I know that you know what we have is a chance to get off while we can

"Okay, so tell us again exactly how you knew about the fucking floors. Because I'm still confused," Alis says as you both work the joint cylinder into place. He's clearly gotten over being angry at you at this point, which means he's circled back around to being chatty. Not that you're complaining.

"Yeah, I'm actually really curious about it as well." Taybus perks up across from the two of you. "Considering, well, you know…"

"Don't look at me! That was all Threl." You jerk your head in his direction.

Everyone peers over their work to eye Threl expectantly. Even Jevid gives him a bored look, which translates to downright curious when it comes to the grizzled, older man.

"It wasn't that difficult." Threl shrugs off all of your stares without even looking up.

"He's being modest. It was fucking brilliant," you say to the rest of the pod as you pick up your wrench. "Come on, tell them! If I do it, I'll just mess it up."

"Alright. If it will get you all back to work, then fine." Threl lets out a sigh of resignation. Then he straightens up, pulling himself to his full height—the muscle memory of Threl the engineer still ingrained within him, even years later on the other side of the galaxy. It gives you one more glimpse into what he must have been like before prison. "Look, you all know I used to build starships. The construction of the interior rooms and halls isn't that much different than the way they designed this place. Different function maybe, but I know how they think in terms of utility and cost. So when I look at the layout of this place and what kind of things made it into the final blueprints, I know what would have been scrapped to save time and money. You know?" 

"I absolutely do not know," Taybus laughs, "but keep talking and pretend I do."

"Okay. Everything from the layout of this room to the connecting bridges and the design of our cells was once a blueprint. The first draft was rough and bulky and contained a lot of extras. Probably amenities that would have made our lives a little better," he frowns at that last part, "but no one was going to approve it. They don't care about us and they want cheap, so every draft afterwards was more streamlined. They kept cutting and cutting until it was as basic and functional as you can make it without losing value."

"So they…cut more floors?" Taybus's face is scrunched in a nearly comical attempt at concentration.

"Don't hurt yourself, dude," you mutter. Alis chokes on a laugh next to you and coughs politely to cover it up.

Threl sighs through his nose and shakes his head in disappointment at you before turning his attention back to Taybus. "You're half right. Bare tunqstoid steel panels on the floor, easy to install. Reliable. You know exactly how much electricity they conduct and that they'll do exactly as intended. They're necessary to keep us in line. It's also expensive to cover every inch of this place. Not to mention the extra weight of the panels and structural support needed to compensate for it…that drives the bill up, too." Threl pauses so everyone can take a step back.

"Clear," Jevid grumbles. The center console comes to life as the next piece lifts to slot into place. You all move in unison, like a well rehearsed dance, to lift it so it can be rotated.

"Do you see bare panels up the walls? Or anywhere in the cells other than the floor?" Threl glances around the group, waiting for an answer.

"No," Sorrek responds quietly from across the table. There's a pensive look on his face and you can tell he's curious about where this explanation is going.

"That means, if they were there, they would be under the molded plastic where we can't see them."

"And they don't work under plastic?" Taybus hesitates before getting back to work.

"Correct!" Threl smiles widely at him. There's a hint of pride on his face as he glances over. "When you put plastic over metal, it's usually as an insulator. Because plastic doesn't conduct electricity…unless you mix the plastic with something that does conduct electricity during the molding process. Then the electric current travels along those particles instead. But doing that makes the parts more expensive. The current that can pass through the plastic also isn't as strong as the bare metal. That makes it unreliable. So you tell me what's more likely. That the Empire paid to have the walls and benches in every inch of this place lined with tunqstoid steel and a composite plastic of conductive filler or that they saved money by cutting those plans for the final blueprint and just wanted us to think they put them there?"

"They're definitely cheap. Hence," you add, "no panels or sensors in the benches."

Jevid and Sorrek exchange a look of shock. You wonder how many years both of them have been living with the acceptance of the lie. You also wonder what else about this place has been blindly accepted as truth.

As you glance around, you can't help but notice that the walls don't seem quite so oppressive anymore. Especially now that you understand on a much deeper level that that's all they are.

"Damn, Threl." Alis lets out a long whistle.

"See? Told you. Fucking brilliant." You give Threl a stare that says 'I told you so,' which he pointedly ignores.

"Wow dude. You're really smart." Taybus gapes at him.

"Yeah," Threl laughs as his posture finally relaxes back into the man you're more familiar with. "I know my way around this shit. I did it for over a decade."

"Wasted in here on this bullshit," you grumble.

"Don't disagree." He shrugs. "Unfortunately, when you start sabotaging the Empire's plans and they catch you, they don't just slap you on the wrist and let you keep your job. I'm lucky I didn't end up someplace worse than this."

"Well, I appreciate it a lot," Taybus says with a sincerity that makes him look almost sweet. Almost. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, kid." Threl puts a hand on his shoulder and gives him a gentle shake. "Just enjoy it."

"You get laid?" You smirk at him.

"No." His cheeks redden, but it doesn't hinder the look of excitement that spreads across his face. "We finally made out, though!"

"Hell yeah, man!" Alis stands on his tiptoes as he reaches over the table to give Taybus a high-five.

"Congratulations!" You beam at him. "Nice, isn't it?"

"Yes." He ducks his head as he blushes some more, and a strand of hair comes loose from his ponytail to hang in his face. He tucks it behind his ear and breaks out into a goofy smile. "It's really nice. I get why you were so annoying now."

"Hey!" You protest, only mildly offended. It's not like you disagree.

"Were?" Alis pipes up next to you.

Scratch that. Now you're properly offended. "Oh, is this what we're doing now that we got the excitement about the floors out of the way?" You yank the soldering gun off of the table. "Picking on me?"

"You make it really easy, to be fair," Threl teases.

You let out a noise of disgust. "Fine. Go ahead. You can't hurt my feelings because I know Kino will just kiss them better later."

"Gross," Taybus mumbles. You smirk at him.

"Yeah, that's right." You lean in his direction and lower your voice. "Keep teasing and I'll talk about how good he is at it, too."

"I'm pretty sure most of us have heard already." Alis gives you a knowing look. Next to him, Sorrek shakes his head in disapproval—though whether it's directed at you or Alis, you're not sure—while Taybus and Threl snicker at your expense. "Besides, you think that will deter me? You're going to have to try harder than that."

"God, you're obnoxious. Why are we friends again?"

"I grow on people." He grins.

"Like a fungus, maybe," you mutter.

"Fungus is very useful, so thank you for the compliment." His grin widens to an intolerable degree.

You roll your eyes as you work the soldering gun on the joint. While you do, you're surprised to find that, despite how much you brushed it off, being teased about last night bothers you. Not on your own behalf, though.

On Kino's.

When you finish, you straighten back up and clear your throat.

"Listen, since Alis brought it up, I know all of you heard me last night and I want to apologize for it. Clearly we got complacent and weren't being as respectful as we should have been. I'm really sorry. It'll never happen again." You can feel your face burning with embarrassment as your expression turns sheepish. "I'm absolutely mortified. So you guys are welcome to tease me about it if you want. I deserve it, honestly. Just…do me one favor and please make sure he isn't nearby to accidentally overhear when you do. Alright?"

Jevid grunts, which you assume is an agreement, and Sorrek nods, also looking a little embarrassed at the memory. You can't imagine what shade of red he turned after it happened. You also can't imagine either of them—or Edii—doing the teasing. They aren't the ones you're worried about.

"No problem, kid." Threl says easily. And it's no surprise he would agree to something for Kino's benefit. Or yours, for that matter.

Next to him, Taybus makes a face. "Why? He overhears us teasing you all the time."

"Because," you shift your attention to the part as you get back to work, "this will actually upset him."

"What's the big deal? Is he embarrassed because people know you're having sex in your free time now?"

"It's a big deal because it's him." You say it as though that should be obvious.

"He's still gotta be the shift manager after this." Threl tries to explain when Taybus continues to look unconvinced.

"Do the managers take a vow of celibacy or what?" He scoffs.

"No, but there's an inherent power imbalance between him and her." There's the cranking of a wrench as Threl works through the conversation. "That's enough to get people focused on them more than, say, you and your boyfriend. No offense."

"Plus," you interject when you see Taybus opening his mouth to protest, "if people are gossiping about us, he'll think of it as a distraction. Distracted people work slower, get lower numbers, and make mistakes. Mistakes lead to injuries or worse. They draw attention. He'd rather they didn't think about us at all. We're all safer that way."

"And he's right," Jevid adds in his gruff voice. "The last thing you want in here is them keeping tabs." He jerks a crooked thumb up towards the viewing window for emphasis. "That's why Kino runs the floor the way he does. Good numbers mean they leave you alone."

"Besides, you all remember what Wem pulled. Not everyone is gonna politely gossip or chuckle about it. Some of them are definitely pissed." You shoot a dark glance over at Wem's table.

"Why would they be pissed?" Taybus follows your line of sight, but with less subtlety.

"Jealousy, do you remember?" Edii finally speaks up. "There are some who did not look happy for her last night."

"Let me guess," you sigh. "Table 4 again?"

He nods. "Most. I see others, too. A few."

"Jealous of what? Of Kino?" Then after another second of thought, Taybus nervously adds, "Of her??"

You choose to ignore his last comment. Because they should be jealous. Kino is a fucking catch.

"They think he plays favorites. That because of her, he favors our table best." Edii stares at Taybus with a hint of his old irritation, clearly bothered he has to spell it out. "They are also mad they do so poorly in their numbers, so they blame us because that is easier than accepting they work bad together."

"Okay, so they bitch about it. So what? I seriously don't understand what the big deal is." Taybus still looks confused and you know it's because, for him, it is that simple. He's still young. The world hasn't taken on as many shades of grey yet.

You toss your soldering gun down heavily on the table to get his full attention. When his head jerks in your direction, you give him a serious look—though you do your best to keep your tone patient despite the frustration.

"I'm gonna forgive the ignorance here, Taybus. I know you don't mean anything by it. It's easy to forget some things when we're over here bullshitting half the shift. But take a look around you and remember one really important detail. Something I have to keep in the back of my mind every moment of every day." Taybus glances around the floor while you continue talking. "I am one woman trapped in here with a bunch of men."

The rest of the table freezes. You watch them exchange uneasy looks out of the corner of your eye while Taybus processes what you mean.

"Now, I feel completely safe around you guys, and I'm lucky we're usually stuck together. I think some of the other guys out there seem like decent men, too. The shitty thing about being a woman or someone vulnerable is that thinking someone is decent doesn't always keep you safe. What if someday some asshole decides bitching isn't enough? What if they think that I, or Kino, need to be taught a lesson? Or they want to take out some frustration in a more active way, so they sneak back while I'm taking a shift break?" You let the implication hang in the air. Taybus's eyes finally go wide in realization and horror.

"Then one of us takes our break with you!" He protests.

"You know we can't, kid. It's one at a time from the tables so we don't get behind." Threl gives you a regretful look. Your face softens in appreciation. You know he's right, but you also know that he would do it in a heartbeat if he could.

"That's bullshit! Surely Kino would make an exception for her." Taybus jabs a thumb in your direction.

"Then he's seen as playing favorites for sure and that pisses them off further." You put a hand on your hip as you step back from the table. "Clear."

"If they touch you, I'll deal with them." Sorrek stares at you with that cold rage you've seen a few times now. The kind that sends an uneasy shiver up your neck. You know it isn't directed at you. That's not why. You worry for him and how he would feel afterwards if he did something he couldn't take back. Or if he got stuck in here longer, away from his wife. From his daughter.

"I know you would." You give him an affectionate, sad smile. "But that would just prevent it from happening a second time."

Sorrek's face falls, the dangerous threat immediately shifting into helplessness. Jevid shoos him away from the machine before he can protest. Or start tearing up.

"It's not just that. What if a group of them decides they don't have to listen or be respectful out of spite? Maybe they even do it on purpose to make it look like Kino can't control his men and isn't fit to lead because they want the guards to replace him as shift manager. Imagine having an asshole like Wem as a manager. Sure, Kino's a hardass, but he's fair and he's a good man. But someone cruel with the perks and the power of that position?" Not to mention the ability to keep the two of you apart out of spite, you think to yourself.

"Wait, they could really do that? Put someone else in charge of the floor?" Taybus is starting to look even more worried.

You turn to look at Sorrek, Jevid, and Threl with an eyebrow raised. "You guys have been here the longest. Could they?"

"They choose whenever a floor needs a new one. I guess it's possible." Sorrek answers carefully.

"They could." Jevid gives you a confident, hard stare. "Not only could they, it wouldn't be good for him either. Never seen it done, but they'd probably add more shifts to his sentence and he'd be back at a table."

Taybus stares at him in shock, as if he's waiting for Jevid to suddenly take it back. When he doesn't, he stares dejectedly down at the table. "Damn. That's all fucked." 

"It's all fucked indeed," you sigh.

"Okay. What should we do, then?" Taybus glances around at the rest of you for answers. "We keep an eye on her, obviously. Especially during breaks. Then we also…keep an eye out to help Kino so our lives aren't even more miserable?" Taybus's face scrunches in disgust. "God, never thought I'd say that."

Edii waves a dismissive hand at him. "I will keep an eye out on ones that look…what is the word? Suspicion?"

"Suspicious," Taybus mutters to him.

Edii continues on like he didn't hear him. "If they say or do anything, I will know."

You smile fondly at him. "Thank you, Edii."

"I was going to do so anyway. I keep a look out a lot of the time I have been in here already. Many people ignore me. I hear a lot." He turns to stare directly at you. "Incredible hearing." And then he nods seriously.

"You're damn right," you chuckle. "Sorry I ever thought it was a curse."

"It is alright. Makes people uncomfortable when they realize what I hear." He gives you a piercing, knowing look. You shift awkwardly in your spot as you remember that morning and all the filthy things you and Kino did and said to each other. You're confident no one else heard. You're now far less confident Edii didn't.

"Hey, wait!" Taybus perks up like he just remembered something. "I know Vage's table would be on our side. Table 1 is pretty cool."

"Oh, we drawing battle lines now?" Threl teases him.

"No!" Taybus protests. "Just, you know, in case."

Alis gives him an exaggerated wink and a nod of encouragement. Taybus gives him, what he thinks, is a subtle thumbs up in return.

"No, none of that," you gently scold both of them. "Look. I'm not saying any of that is going to happen, it's all just worst case scenario. I'm not saying someone will definitely try to corner me or harass me or hurt me. Or that suddenly me getting laid will turn into a riot. In fact, I'm not actually worried about any of it. All I'm saying is…" Your face softens with affection as you turn to look where Kino is standing on the other side of the room, bent over his tablet. He's frowning intently at something, and the way his forehead wrinkles and his lips pout in disapproval makes your heart flutter. "He is. There's a lot that could go wrong every single day and he's stressed about it. All the time. Because he thinks everything is his responsibility. I just don't want to remind him of what happened and add to that." You turn back to them with a pleading look. "Okay?"

"You love him very much." Edii gives you a rare, half smile.

Your cheeks burn hot and you look down at the table, embarrassed, because now the entire pod knows and is staring at you with various degrees of amusement and softness. It's almost too much attention, and it feels worse than when they all learned you were having sex. Because this is exposing your heart and laying bare your vulnerability, while sex is just sex. 'Which was also because of Edii,' you internally grumble. Okay, maybe his hearing is a bit of a curse.

"I do," you respond quietly.

Edii nods, as if he already knew the answer and you were simply confirming it for him. Then he returns to work, just like that. You do still admire his ability to readily accept something and move forward. However, you're less enthused about him bluntly supplying the table with updates about your love life. You wonder if that's just an Edii thing, or if it's a natural, open topic where he comes from.

"Fine, alright," Taybus relents with a huff. "I'll keep my mouth shut."

"I was never going to let him hear anyway, are you crazy? The man could probably toss me halfway across the room if he wanted." Alis shudders. "And if he heard me making fun of you, he would definitely want to."

"Oh, yeah, he would definitely want to." You grin wickedly at him. "And I promise, from experience, he probably could."

Taybus groans again.

The rest of your shift continues on with more teasing until they finally get bored with it. Partially because you threaten to supply them with more intimate details since they're clearly so interested in your love life. Alis is, of course, the last one to relent, but only after Sorrek has turned a concerning shade of red and looks dangerously close to tears.

Then they start badgering Taybus to tell them the plot to another one of Vage's holonovels. Not because Taybus is a particularly good storyteller—he'll frequently forget a detail and have to backtrack to fill in the blanks, making everyone else groan in frustration—but because it's something to pass the time.

And the easy camaraderie really does make the time go by faster rather than focusing solely on the work. As you talk and listen, your hands move automatically over the parts, expertly repeating the pattern almost as an afterthought. It would be easy to lose yourself in the rhythm.

You don't, though. You can't help but be aware of every passing hour. Nine.

You laugh at one of Alis's terrible jokes so hard your stomach hurts. Kino has to walk by the table to scold all of you and tell you to stop messing around and pick up the pace. You glance up at the clock. Eight.

Sorrek tells a story about one of his fights in a house so packed, the crowd ignored their seats to push and shove against the ring to get a better view of the main event. He was convinced the ropes were going to buckle under the pressure and that the match would be called when the crowd swarmed the ring. Jevid's heard this one before. Seven.

Threl once altered ship blueprints to include hallways that went nowhere and closed ventilation systems that cycled back into themselves rather than properly vent through the filters, which would cause a steady buildup of carbon monoxide. They caught the first one before construction began. They didn't catch the second one until afterwards, and whole sections had to be scrapped and rebuilt. "That's the trick," he says. "You distract them with one hand so the other can do more damage." You notice a look on Edii's face—a thoughtful concentration—and you wonder what he's thinking. Six.

One more down. Five now, and soon that will pass, too. You smile around your table.

One less hour until the end of your shift. One less hour in your sentence.

One less hour separating you from Kino.

A/N: As a reminder, the next chapter is coming out a week from today! And as a heads up: There are only 3 chapters left before the fic is over, so 27 chapters total. (I know 😭)

Also I have the most rudimentary understanding of how electricity works, so please do not @ me if I'm wrong because I simply don't care that much. What I do know is the floors in Narkina 5 shouldn't work at all, but they do because space magic. So anything I got wrong is clearly just more space magic 😂 I just wanted to take the opportunity to give more of Threl's backstory and show off how cool he is. He's from Naboo and he worked for Theed Engineering (for the other Star Wars nerds: they built Governor Tarkin's personal starship.)

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Jess and David- Chesapeke Shores

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You've already filled one of my prompts (it was amazing. It was amazing and wonderful and lyrical and OH MY HEART...) and - thank you so much. If you don't mind, I'm just going to leave a second prompt here if you feel like filling it - feel free to ignore me if you'd rather not! Prompt: Jerry/David: "One short sleep past, we wake eternally." (John Donne).

“Death, be not proud - though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, thou art not so…”Monitors beep. Outside, despite the light drizzle which washes the sky a heavy grey and teases the cheery flowers, a bird sings. David’s breath rattles in his lungs, like something’s trying to pull it from him, and he’s fighting to keep it. Jerry supposes it is - either the decay in his bones or the poison they’re pumping into his blood to fight it. Jerry stalks into the room with all the grace of an apex predator - careful, fluid, quiet. A decision precedes every movement - every placement of his foot, even the trailing of his index finger along the rail at the end of David’s bed - it’s all thought out. All the experience - four hundred years of escaping burnings and stakings, four hundred years of hunting - go into each flex of his toe, each twitch of muscle fibre.But he isn’t hunting. Jerry settles on the very edge of David’s bed, feels the hard mattress give beneath his weight, sighing like a disappointed parent. When Jerry takes David’s hand, the skin is cool and an awful shade of pale. Jerry barely suppresses the urge to flinch, to gag, to throw something. He doesn’t. Jerry inhales deeply, shakily, and grinds out the words which haunt the very periphery of his brain - some twisted phantom teasing him. “Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men; and dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell…”Here Jerry raises David’s hand, pressing it to his nose like he’s done so many times over the last five years. David smells different now - bitter like ash and sickly sweet with the stench of something Jerry has only ever described as Death. Jerry shudders, his eyes squeezing shut. Over his long, long life, Jerry’s grown accustomed to dying. Humans die - animals and plants die - even vampires, if you’re particularly stubborn. He’s got so much blood on his hands you could probably fill a couple of olympic sized swimming pools with it. This shouldn’t scare him. This shouldn’t hurt him. And yet it does. As he recites what was first scratched into surface some four hundred years ago, Jerry can’t help but wonder how much of his own mutilated existence plays back in those words. Then David stirs. Eyes, once bright but now dozy with pain and medication, blink in the dim, spring-morning light. He smiles, face which was once soft and round now skeletal where sickness has sapped the life from him. David looks tired - tired of fighting, tired of dying. “Hi,” David whispers.“Hi, yourself. How are you feeling?”David shrugs one protruding collarbone. His cardigan - originally one of Jerry’s - and hospital gown slip down his shoulder, revealing skin tainted with bruises and veins. Jerry reaches out, tugging the material back up over to ward off the chill. “I feel the same.”Jerry wants to be sick. He swallows reflexively. “Have you… Are you…”When had he become so weak? Why swell’st thou then?

David blinks, and a tear jumps from his lashes, plunging down his face. Jerry isn’t fast enough to catch it, but he wipes it before David has to. “I’m scared.” David admits. Oh, doesn’t that break Jerry’s cold, undead heart? Here’s a man who’s faced down the end so many times, who’s never once admitted anything close to fear. “I’m here,” is all Jerry can manage in response. “You’ll stay?”“Forever, baby. Until the end of time.”David nods. He leans back into his pillows, and settles with a great sigh, eyes fluttering shut. Jerry squeezes his hand a little bit tighter, before glancing around to ensure no one’s watching. They won’t be though - they’re all on break. “I love you.” Jerry tells David. David smiles. “I love you too.”He doesn’t flinch, when Jerry reaches forward, doesn’t flinch when corpse-cold skin presses into his, doesn’t make a sound when those fangs sink through skin and sinew and into blood. Jerry pushes everything he has into that bite, presses his tongue against the glands above his fangs to milk the venom. All the while, David remains still and sweet and calm. On the monitor - his heart thunders wildly for half a second, before it goes silent. Jerry pulls himself away, wiping off the blood. The wound is sealing already - by the time the nurse gets in here, there won’t even be a mark. Jerry presses the call button, but he can hear feet already, thundering down the hall towards the distinctive sound of a flatline. “One short sleep past, we wake eternally, and death shall be no more…”The nurse pulls Jerry away, people are talking and giving terse orders. Jerry lets himself be hauled out of the room, towards some sort of grief counselling probably. He stares at David’s face until the door slams shut. Beyond that, lies eternity.

Bonus Scene:David comes to with the instinctive urge to dig. Wood lies above him, but on all sides he feels a gentle caress, is encased by a lovers hum. It reminds him of the warmth of Jerry’s arms. Jerry. David punches through the lid of the coffin without much thought, fist cleaving through earth which morphs and twists about him, as if parting for his touch. Then, it’s only a matter of pushing upright, hauling his way through six feet to the surface. Sitting beneath a great Oak, illuminated by a patch of moonlight, sits Jerry. David yanks himself up out of the hole, before crawling over to his mate. Jerry welcomes him with a fierce hug and a kiss which crossed the line of desperate a long time ago. “One short sleep past, we wake eternally, and death shall be no more…”David whispers the words against Jerry’s lips. 

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jevid fan fic 

Summary:  Jerry and relationships just don't work for him. He find some one dump them, move to next one. His recent ex was the first to leave before him now Jerry is required to go this hotel to find "new partner". What shitty luck he has....

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Jerry using vintage pin up porn lol

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So how do we feel about David Schwimmer and Jennifer Aniston and will we ever get a real-life Rochel (Jevid?) in this lifetime? 🥺🥺🥺

Real life? Have I missed something? 👀

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the ship also goes by jevid , or just jerry X david. Check out my blog, and my pals funkzpiel, allforthegreatergood and my brol skips-supports-ships for content

Oh awesome! @wanderingquill thank u ❤️

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Jerry gives this card to David

THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

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I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 3/27 (2.7k words)

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Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, light choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst

A/N: If you wanted Dom Kino on top of dirty talk Kino, boy do I have some good news for you 😌 Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "Wicked Game" by Chris Isaak.

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Chapter 3 - What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

During your shift the next day, your hand hurts, but it's functional. It does slow you down, though, because you can't move it as well as you usually do. Alis is kind enough to help you out since he was already faster than you before you injured yourself. Now he's doing his job and nearly half of yours. You owe him big time.

But Kino's "not officially" comment is still rattling around in your skull. You're new enough that maybe you've missed something. So you ask your table if there are any unofficial rules you should know about. If anyone has more context for whatever the fuck yesterday was, outside of the whole…incident, it will be them. Because so far, the only actual rules you've been given are to do your work, keep up, don't get fried, and don't cause problems. If you do cause problems, take them to Kino. "Problems" appears to be the key word there. Covers all manner of sins.

Threl seems relieved that it sounds like you're trying to make an effort to stay out of trouble, bless his heart. He gives you a whole list of shower and tool etiquette, a lecture on respecting communal and private spaces like the cells, and what not to do during quiet hours. Which all seem like basic common sense to you because you know all of that already. You do all of it. But he says nothing about sex, possibly because he doesn't want to bring up sex to the only woman in the unit. Or the rules don't exist.

"What about fooling around?"

Jevid leans forward so he can be heard over the noise on the floor and his large belly presses against the table. "You really think Kino lets people get away with rough housing at all? You should know that better than anyone with how often you get your ass chewed."

"Once for rough housing, if I recall." Alis grins.

"Oh my god, you've all been in here far too long. No, I mean what about sex?"

They all stop, hands hovering over tools and parts, and turn almost as a group to look at you. There's an equal mix of confusion from the three younger men and concern from the three older men staring at you from around the table.

"What?? Why are you all staring at me?"

"What about it?" Alis asks with a furrowed brow, as if your question doesn't make any sense. "Sex is a pretty big topic, you're gonna want to narrow that down for us."

"Are there any rules about sex?"

They all glance around at each other, as though someone in the pod has the answers and will explain what is happening to the rest of them. Jevid clicks his tongue thoughtfully in the empty space where a tooth should be.

"Jeez, you guys are acting like I just mentioned the rancor in the room."

"That's because no one talks about it, duh." Taybus rolls his eyes at you. "You think we all walk around talking about how much we're getting laid? Or that we're getting laid at all?"

"Okay fine, how about this. Are there any rules forbidding sex? Because I'm one woman in here with forty nine men. I think my chances are a little better than yours."

"Oh my god." Sorrek sounds like someone is strangling him.

"Fine, forty eight. Happy?"

"No," Sorrek whimpers.

"Forty seven, sorry kid. Don't swing that way," Threl laughs.

You look at him in pleasant surprise. "Yeah? Well damn, Threl. Then you and I both have forty seven more chances than these fools."

"Forty six," Jevid grumbles. "I'm way too old for this bullshit."

"Fair enough, Jev." You glance at Taybus and grimace. "Let's just cut it down to forty five."

"Oh, fuck you!" He attempts to look angry, but he's trying not to laugh.

Alis, however, is fully shaking with laughter as he slides a part into place. "Woman, if you can find a way to have sex in here or get any privacy, then be my guest. Good for you, in fact. I got your high-five right here." He holds up his hand. "Most of us just…take care of it ourselves." He then waves his still raised hand around. Sorrek protests next to him. His face and ears have been turning dangerously red the entire conversation.

"Oh, and I don't?" You smirk. There is a mixture of groans and snorts in response, except Sorrek, who finally puts his head into his hands.

"But no," Alis adds, "there's no rules or anything. Just be respectful and don't get caught, you know?"

"Why, you see someone you fancy?" Taybus wags his eyebrows at you suggestively.

You have to fight not to glance over and look for Kino, and you tell yourself it's just because that weird interaction in the locker room is what led to this conversation. Not because you're attracted to him. Definitely not that.

"In this lot?" You snort. "Hardly."

"Why else would you be asking?" Taybus is grinning at you now, like he's caught on to something interesting. "You totally do. Who is it?!"

"That's enough," Threl sighs. "Did we not learn any lessons from yesterday? Let's focus."

Taybus ignores him. "It's Vage at table 1, isn't it? I saw him checking you out once."

"Nope. Don't worry, I won't steal your boyfriend." You wink at him.

Taybus flips you off from across the table. You go to return the rude gesture, when there's a hand on your shoulder. You jump and turn to see Kino standing next to you. He has a fake smile on his face. The kind he gets when he's pissed, but he wants to make a point first.

"I see we're all taking our jobs very seriously over here at table 7 today. So seriously that you're in," he pauses to check his data pad and several men at the table wince, "last place! Which puts our shift in fifth. So I have to wonder what is more fascinating than work?"

You start to say "nothing," but to your horror, Taybus butts in with, "She's got a boyfriend."

The panic washes over you and you sputter, "No I don't!' You glance at Kino in fear, but he just gives you an intrigued stare. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he's amused, even. "He's just kidding." And you don't know why you feel it's so important Kino knows that. The man could probably not care less. He does hate you, after all.

"But you asked about sex." Taybus continues, knowing damn well he should shut his mouth, but is unable to resist the opportunity to distress you further. Probably as payback for excluding him from the list. You feel your face burning with embarrassment. You suddenly wish the ground would open up, swallow you whole, and spit you out into the ocean.

"No! I didn't!" Even though you absolutely did. You just don't want Kino to know you're sniffing around after what he said to you. What will he think? Probably that you're trying to find a new way to piss him off. But he's been standing there the entire time, watching your face. Intently taking in every flash of horror and mortification.

Threl uncomfortably clears his throat.

"Enough," Kino finally growls out to the table. "Your numbers better be up by the time I come back around, got it?"

There is an off beat chorus of "Yes, Kino." He turns to look directly at you, waiting expectantly.

You squirm, and give a belated, low, "Yes, Kino."

"Good." There's a slight, pleased twitch in his eyebrow as he stares you down. He looks back around the table. "Unless you're looking forward to frying in ten hours, get to work!"

He finally removes his hand from your shoulder and stalks off. You hadn't realized it had been there the whole time. You glance at the spot he touched you without thinking about what you're doing because, now that it's gone, you can feel his absence and the thought makes your chest flutter.

"Way to go, you pissed him off again."

You quickly look up at the table, like you've been caught doing something you aren't supposed to. "Shut the fuck up, Taybus, and hand me the wrench or I swear to every god that will listen that I will smother you in the shower."

"And you'd deserve it, too." Alis says next to you. "Man, what's wrong with you? Bringing up her sex life to Kino? No wonder you aren't getting laid." The two begin to bicker as you all get back to work.

Jevid gives an annoyed grunt and checks his panel. However, you notice Threl and Sorrek eyeing you suspiciously. And you really hope they aren't going to corner you and bring this up again later.

They absolutely corner you and bring it up again later.

"You wanna tell me what that was about?" Threl crosses his arms and Sorrek looks apologetic next to him, but doesn't move. You're blocked in by the dads.

"Not really." You huff. "It's not your business and I'm far too old for the talk, guys! Come on." You give them a pleading look, hoping they'll drop it.

"It's my business if you get yourself in trouble again! They're gonna kick your ass out to some place worse than this if you keep it up." Threl sounds angry, and you feel bad that you somehow managed to stress him out this much.

"We're just worried about you. That's all this is." Sorrek gives you a kind smile. Aha, you think, the good dad, bad dad routine. You're annoyed that it's working.

"I know you are." You can't help but smile back at him, damnit. "Honestly, guys, there's nothing to worry about. Yesterday when he was patching me up, Kino asked about how I was doing and if…and if anyone had been…inappropriate to me." You wince a little because you didn't want Kino's name to be connected to this conversation at all, just in case one of them was too perceptive for their own good. "It just got me thinking. I wasn't sure what the expectations are about that stuff. Figured I may as well find out. Just in case…you know." Sorrek suddenly finds the ceiling very interesting because he can no longer meet your eyes. "That's all there is to it. Promise."

"So there isn't anyone…?" Threl trails off, letting the question hang between you.

"No. I have no prospects. There's no one throwing themselves at the pariah."

Threl's posture relaxes and he shakes his head. "Okay. Fair enough. Just be careful." Then he surprises you by giving you a mischievous grin. "I think you'd be surprised if you actually paid attention. But good luck, I've been trying to get some in here for years."

At that, Sorrek finally excuses himself with a scandalized look. You let him go and quickly turn on Threl for more details because you haven't gotten the chance to talk about it yet. The two of you gossip about who is hot or not in the corner until it's time to line up. You specifically don't mention how weird things with Kino are getting because you don't think he can handle that yet. And you aren't even sure what the fuck is going on or if you can handle it yet.

When you catch Threl and Kino talking the next day after shift, you swear it isn't on purpose. You're heading out from the showers and you overhear Threl's unmistakable deep voice from around the corner, which catches your attention. The voice that answers him is gruff and low. You'd also recognize that voice anywhere. Especially when it's saying your name. So you stop by the doorway and listen.

"Just promise me you didn't chew her ass out afterwards," Threl pleads. He sounds tired, like they've had this conversation before.

"I promise I didn't yell at her," Kino sighs, and you can feel his irritation from there. "Not that she didn't deserve it."

"You don't have to tell me. I don't know how she keeps shoving her foot in her mouth, but she's a good kid—"

"She's an adult, Threl. You're not that much older than her—"

"—and she's good at the job." Threl ignores him and pushes on. "You and I know it's more than just the work, too. It's how you work. She keeps up with Taybus and keeps him in line, and you know how hard that used to be." Kino grunts in response and you smirk at the floor. Because you'd really love to rub Taybus's face in that. "Edii loves having her there." Okay, at that you're a little surprised because you didn't think Edii has ever expressed a like or dislike for anything other than Taybus. "He's almost relaxed, Kino. He smiles now. Not often, but I know you can see the difference—"

"Yeah, I see it," Kino growls.

"—Hell, I really like her, she gets along great with Alis and Jevid, and Sorrek adores her."

There's a pause in their conversation where you begin to reflect on everything Threl just said because you hadn't thought of yourself as good for your table at all. You can be obnoxious and disruptive, and you keep getting in trouble. You don't know how any of them manage to like you despite that. Then Kino's voice pulls you from your thoughts.

"You're not telling me anything I don't already know. She could get by in here just fine if she would just think before she speaks. Or acts, apparently." You can tell he's annoyed. Which annoys you, even though you can't really blame him.

"I know she's a lot. But she isn't going to learn just because you yell at her."

"I've already figured that out, too," he huffs.

"You have, huh?" You can hear the smile in Threl's tone.

"I know what she needs." There's a confidence to that simple statement that sends a rush through you. Because what the fuck does that mean?

"What does that mean?" Threl warily echoes your unvoiced question.

"Nothing. Look, I just need you to trust me." That is the closest to begging you've ever heard Kino Loy get. "Especially when it comes to her."

You really wish you could see their faces right now. Especially Kino's because your brain is in overdrive trying to work through his words like it's a code or puzzle. Why does he have to be so mysterious and unreadable all of the time?

"Alright. I trust you, Kino. You know I do."

"Good. Now I have to go do a sweep of the showers. I'll see you later."

You jump up in panic and scramble to get away from the doorway. You can't imagine how pissed Kino will be if he catches you eavesdropping. It isn't until you're trying to act natural, and Kino is turning the corner, that you realize you were so focused on not getting caught that you forgot you're only in a towel. He stops the second he sees you and stares at you in surprise. You stare back at him.

"Hi!" You wince because there was way too much enthusiasm in your voice. So much for acting natural.

He doesn't respond. But his eyes drop away from your face and slowly glance over your towel wrapped body. It's slow enough that it's obvious what he's doing. It's slow enough that you feel like he's absorbing every inch of you. Memorizing you. And you let him because it never occurs to you that you can stop him or leave. That you have any other choice but to let him.

Because maybe you want him to.

Because maybe, if you were a braver woman, you would remove your towel and let him look even more and see if you can crack his stony expression. Or beckon him to you and let him remove it himself.

"Are you done in here?" His indifferent voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You're disturbed because where the fuck did that come from? Also, how is he so unaffected? He checked you out and now he's just, what, standing there like nothing happened?

Maybe he didn't see anything he likes, you think. And why does that thought bother you so much?

"Yeah, sorry." You hunch in on yourself, holding your towel to your chest, and you run out, giving him a wide berth. You know with absolute certainty that you're not actually leaving, but are, in fact, running away.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[constable-jevid]

Jess has a new honey

And his name is The Doobs

[luminis-infinite]

Yay prompts! I'm sad I didn't see this earlier - hm. Jerry/David, role reversal.

I meant to get to this last night, then I fell asleep, and then I meant to get to this this morning, but christmas shopping… and… sorry it took so long! As usual I have no idea where I’m going with this, but we’re gonna see anyways. 

“Sorry!”David mumbles out the apology, steadying himself and pushing his glasses back up his nose. He doesn’t know why he keeps them, honestly, it isn’t as if he needs them, but they’re a comfortable weight he can’t bear to part with. The man - taller than David with wide, muscular shoulders and raven black hair - just offers him a one armed shrug and a quick flash of a grin. His teeth are white and straight, save for the slight hook of his left front incisor. David swallows, managing to pull a smile onto his own features. 

His stomach rumbles, throat closing suddenly when the slight breeze shifts and wafts towards him. Above the stench of sex and sweat and booze, the scent of this man’s blood, rich and thick and healthy, has venom flooding into David’s mouth. He can practically taste the subtle edge of the cologne the man is wearing, something as dark and equally rich, teasing. 

David swallows again. The guy is looking at him strangely, instincts probably picking up on the fact that something isn’t quite right. Dark eyes sweep over David, assessing the small frame and rounded belly, the moustache, the way the strobe lights play across skin that is far too pale to be healthy. The guy looks away for a moment, giving David time to breathe, before saying, “Don’t worry about it, guy.”His voice is quiet, a low tenor laced with something distinctly American. He’s still searching David for something, seeming a little curious. When he shifts, the muscling plays beneath the thin fabric of his teeshirt, practically teasing David. He can hear the man’s heart thudding, slow and solid and sure. The guy grips his beer more securely. It somehow, miraculously, avoided their bumping into each other. “You okay?” The guy asks. David starts, “Me? Yes! I’m fine!”He isn’t sure why the man cares. He receives another grin, and his stomach curls in sudden excitement. David smiles back. “You don’t look like you’re used to places like this.” David shrugs, collecting his own beer, which the bartender set down on the wood just a moment ago, and takes a sip. It’s nothing compared to what he really wants - his body will burn through the alcohol like a kid on a sugar rush - but it’s something to distract his hands which ache to turn to claws, and stop people from looking at his teeth too closely. “I’m not, but I thought I’d give it a try.”It’s taken David decades to get used to lying like this. When he was young, just a fledgling, his lies were made of tissue paper, so thin and transparent he could barely hunt for himself. Now, he’s much better. The guy nods, humming and sipping at his drink.“What about you? You don’t seem too bothered by all these flashing lights.”The guy throws back his head and laughs a little, giving David time to analyze the sharp curve of his jaw, the way his carotid pulses with his heartbeat. David licks his lips. “Nah, just wanted to let off some steam after work, ‘s’all. Clubs aren’t usually my thing either.”“What do you do?”“Night construction,” the guy replies, “My buddies are a bunch of morons sometimes, foreman really let us have it tonight but he let us go early. And so here I am.”There’s a beat of awkward silence, before the guy shifts his beer and extends a hand, “I’m Jerry, by the way.”Gooseflesh races up Jerry’s skin when David takes his hand, the chill bleeding through rough callouses into capillaries, running straight to his heart. David watches as his arm hair stands on end, idly wondering if it’s doing the same elsewhere. Then he scolds himself, because he didn’t come here looking for that. “David,” he says. Jerry gives him a crooked grin, eyes sparking just a little, “Good to meet you, David.”

It isn’t supposed to go like this. David is supposed to charm Jerry, lure him out of the club, and eat him. That’s how it’s supposed to go. It doesn’t. David finds himself pressed back against the side of the guy’s truck, a hot mouth pushing into his while an equally warm hand starts a slow slide up David’s shirt. Those callouses scrape against soft skin, and David shudders. Part of him - that animalistic aspect - snarls that this isn’t what he should be doing, but the rest of him is too focused on the thigh Jerry pushes between his legs. “This okay?” Jerry murmurs, pulling back just enough to find David’s eye. His are dark, pupils blown. Lust races through him and god, David can smell it, just as he can practically see the capillaries in the man’s face and neck dilating, giving him a soft flush. “God, yes.”

Jerry chuckles, “My place isn’t too far from here.”David gets the memo, climbing into the passenger seat while Jerry goes around the side. The truck roars to life, and they practically fishtail out of the parking lot, merging onto the road and heading to a part of this unfamiliar town that David is really unfamiliar with. The house is nice, in a nice neighbourhood - quiet. That kind of quiet though where it isn’t just peaceful, but the sort of quiet that comes when people don’t ask questions. The beast in David’s chest purrs at the thought. He’s too busy resting a hand on Jerry’s thigh, slowly driving him to distraction with careful motions. The human snarls and swears, they jerk to a stop and Jerry hikes the parking break. 

It doesn’t devolve from there - not really - but at some point between Jerry getting David’s pants off and them ending up on the couch together, the human notices David’s eyes. “Guy, your pupils, they’re huge.”David just shrugs, tugging Jerry closer again. His fingers card through soft onyx hair, nails scratching against his scalp. Jerry shudders. He supposes he should be thankful. Jerry’s a good lover, a considerate one, he makes sure David feels good too. David feels bad for what’s going to happen next, his arm snaking around those perfectly sculpted, broad shoulders while the fingers in Jerry’s hair grow tight. As the man starts to lose himself, David guides his head to the side, leaving a wide expanse of throat where he can settle his head perfectly. Jerry makes a sound, shuddering again. David whispers another apology, directly against the pulse point, and bites. 

[skiplo-wave]

Jerry why?

It’s October David people must know

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[skiplo-wave]

David: Please? For me?

Jerry: Don’t do that.

David: What?

Jerry: You think every time you say “Please? For me?” I’ll do whatever you want, well not this time.

David: Please? For me?

Jerry: ......

Jerry: Okay.

[skiplo-wave]

Let’s not also forget this is Jerry’s onesie, cause he a s h a r k(tm)

Oh my goodness, Jerry and Halloween! Of /course/ he'd love it! (I wonder what costume David would dress up in on their first halloween together...)

Oh lord my first instinct is lobster but also I feel like the poor dear is probs traumatized by lobsters, too. I feel like he’d be something very subtle without too much effort or something stupidly adorable that he’s mildly embarrassed about – like a teddy bear. Don’t listen to me, I’m stupid tired. XD

[luminis-infinite]

Prompt: Jerry/David. "I have been one acquainted with the night."

The rain comes down in buckets, sleuthing through his clothes and washing down the streets in streams. Cars go whipping past, uncaring of the pedestrians which inhabit the sidewalks and end up blown over in the spray. David pulls his collar up more tightly, trying to keep out the wet and chilly wind which whistles through the skyscrapers on this miserable summer day. With each passing second, the grey of the sky grows darker. Street lamps start to flicker to life, one by one, like sentries coming to life and falling in line to light David’s way home. Combined with the neon of signs and stoplights, the soft yellow light bleeds into a ruddy mess which reflects in the storm water and paints concrete a strange colour. Normally, David might stop to admire the architecture. He fell in love with this city for it - old facades and brand new buildings - but today he just wants to get home. At the junction of Fifth and King, he becomes aware that someone is following him - footsteps masked by the patter of rain and the roar of traffic. Every time David rounds a corner, he sees a distinctive flash of black coat with a silver stripe. Initially, he tries to play it down, but with each consecutive twist and turn the man matches David stride for stride. Fear starts to tingle, lighting like a match in his heart and beginning to spread, making him warm and tingly, making him forget that it’s cold and wet and his feet slide around in his shoes on uneven sidewalks. David picks up speed, hurrying forth, walking straight into the coming nightfall. Get home, get home, get home, David thinks. He’d call for Jerry, normally, but some ass of a stranger knocked it into a puddle earlier and it won’t turn on now. Get home, get home, get home. 

He scans around for someone - anyone who might help. He could flag down an officer, if he could just find one, but this isn’t an area frequented by police. Jerry’s quiet warnings - ‘if you think you’re being followed, call me and find someone, anyone, to walk with’ - are coming back to David now. Little things he’d never fully considered because he never thought he’d be in this situation, which niggle at his frantic heart and make it beat faster. David is well acquainted with night in large cities - but he isn’t acquainted with being hunted in the pouring rain. “Fuck, fuck.”David rounds a corner and runs right into someone, a rather pathetic yelp leaving his throat, followed by an apology. It dies on his lips however, when he rights his glasses and realize it’s Jerry in front of him. His husband’s eyes resemble coals, and there’s a tension in his shoulders which frightens David. Water runs in rivulets down his face from his hair, but he makes no movement to wipe it away or push his hair from his eyes. “What are you doing here?” David asks, almost sagging with relief into Jerry’s chest. The vampire pulls him in close, tugging him into an alcove off a building. “Something was wrong, I could feel it. Why the fuck didn’t you call me?”Jerry hisses the words into David’s hair, inhaling deeply in the way he does when he’s upset. “Phone died, literally died,” David explains, voice growing thick as the adrenaline wears off and he comes down off his high, “I couldn’t - I - I panicked.”“Shh… I have you now, baby. It’s okay.”They stand there for a few moments longer while they both collect themselves, and David’s heart calms down. Then they push off, back out into the rain. David keeps hold of Jerry’s hand tightly, all the way home. “I don’t recognize the scent,” Jerry murmurs, “But whoever they are, they won’t be around long.”When he speaks, his lips curl back over his teeth and reveal a hint of his fangs. His expression sours into something almost feral, and most definitely angry. David shudders at the implication and the rage in Jerry’s eyes, but the vampire mistakes it for cold. He frowns, tugging his jacket off and hooking it over David’s shoulders before leading him up the stairs to their recently acquired brownstone. “C’mon, baby, I’ll draw you a bath.”David doesn’t miss the sweep of Jerry’s eyes around the neighbourhood as he closes the door, nor the fact that he applies their rarely used deadbolt too. It’s frightening - but David knows he’s safe as he’ll get, so he tries not to worry.