I happy to read you will make a part2 of gentle on my mind. I have a great time reading
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I'm so glad you liked it! I love writing cowboys and things akin to that, so if that becomes a running theme in my writing, you know why. I have lots of things in mind!
Gentle on my mind was so amazing. The atmosphere and tension you built was so beautifully done. If you ever wanted to I hope you do a part two, it was so good
This was so sweet to read, thank you! I love building tension and atmosphere so I'm very pleased it translate well to readers :3 I have a million and one thoughts about country sevika so I definitely intend to expand upon it!
Synopsis: You and a certain hand from your father's ranch get cozy under the hood of her Toyota.
Content Warning! Implied age gap, but reader is an adult. Suggestive tension but nothing that crazy. Country Sevika makes me feel insane, I love her so much.
Word Count: 1.8k
Itβs knowinβ that your door is always openβ¦
And your path is clear to walkβ¦
A pleasant afternoon spent in town had quickly turned into you and Sevika ducking from a storm that came out of nowhere and crashed down heavy on the roof of her beat up Toyota.
Neither one of you noticed you neglected to pick up the hydraulic fluid youβd been tasked with getting.
After making it back to the ranch, the two of you had decided to wait out the rain until it settled. Sevikaβs truck was just enough of a piece of shit to run the risk of getting caught in the mud if she tried running the steep hill that made up your driveway. And she refused to let you try and make it on foot.
Youβd always take an excuse to hang around the rugged ranch hand just a little longer. Not that youβd ever tell her so.
Not like sheβd ever call you out on it despite knowing anyway.
Even when the rain had slowed down and neither one of you made any move to leave the comfortable atmosphere youβd formed against the worn leather bench.
Sevika was reclined on the driverβs side, the rim of her hat tipped low on her head. Just enough to cover her eyes but still having room to take a long drag of the cigarette she was holding in her prosthetic hand. The window was down just enough to let the smoke outside without letting in much of the rain.
βWhat song is this?β You asked, leaning forward to fiddle with the volume knobs on her radio. βSome old shit from the 90s again?β
You could hear her snort under her breath, smoke billowing from her nostrils as she stretched one thick arm behind her head.
You watched the movement, admiring how her bicep flexed with the new angle. She was always doing that. Subtly flexing and showing off when you were around in a way that you were convinced was intentional.
βSmartass.β
Sevika knew you loved taking digs at her age, and she liked you enough to let you get away with it. A little lip from a fellow ranch hand was enough to get them the scolding of their life or their ass in the dust. But all you had to do was give her a smile and she was letting you pick and prod at her for fun.
βIβll have you know this is a Glen Campbell song from 1967, thank you very much.β She said, batting your hand away and situating the volume where she wanted it.
βYeah?β You asked with a small chuckle, leaning your cheek into your hand. βBet that was a good year for you.β
Sevika didnβt even answer, just reaching out with her free hand to try and twist your arm as payback. You couldnβt help yourself, easily swatting her away while you laughed. It was just too easy with her.
You saw her take a slow drag off the cigarette in her hand, noting the slight curl in her lip as she exhaled the smoke through her nose, flicking the ash out the window.
βLet me try.β You said suddenly, reaching out to take the cigarette. But she was quick to hold it away from you before you could even touch it.
βAbsolutely not.β Her voice was firm. βYour daddy would have my ass if he knew I let you smoke.β
βHeβs not here, is he?β You countered, catching her eyes and the way her lips always tipped up just a bit when you said something she begrudgingly found amusing. βYou know I wonβt tell.β
βThat donβt mean shit. You shouldnβt be touchinβ the stuff.β
βYou are.β
βNot the point.β She said, making a pointed gesture with her cigarette, the smoke billowing up over her face. You reached out to try and take it from her hand, but her reflexes were faster. You tried again, sliding across the bench, invading her space.
βWill you knock it off? Canβt a woman smoke her damn cigarette in peace?β Sevika tried batting you away, but being slumped in the driverβs seat didnβt give her much room to fend you off. βDarlinβ, I mean it-β
Her words got cut off when you moved out from your seat, crawling your way on top of her until you were all but straddling her lap.
You two had exchanged fleeting touches before. Her hand sliding low on your back when she walked behind you or when youβd fix her neck scarf after sheβd had a particularly tricky run-in with a new horse.
But youβd never just hopped up on her like this. Your soft and warm weight pressing right up against her in all the right places. Her hands went still as you slipped the cigarette from her metal fingers, looking at it like some foreign object.
Sevika kept her hands where they were for a brief moment before she settled them on your hips.
βHow do I do it?β
βItβs a cigarette, darlinβ. It ainβt exactly rocket science.β
You couldnβt help but laugh again, looking all too comfortable up on her lap like this. βShut up.β You mused, placing the butt of it around your lips before taking an inhale.
Sevika watched, transfixed as the burnt end of it cast a warm glow over your pretty face. Her hands tightened just a fraction where he held them, too focused on watching how your lips wrapped around where her own had just been.
When you exhaled, you forgot it was common courtesy to turn your head before blowing smoke out and over her face. But she was too busy staring at you to even finch when it caressed her skin.
You coughed just a bit as the smoke recoiled from your throat, her hand gently patting at your back to help you settle.
βAtta girl.β She mused, a small laugh in her tone. βNot bad for a first timer.β
You rolled your eyes, letting out a small hum around the stick still in your mouth. When you looked down at her, you saw just how intently she was looking at you. Her organic hand slowly slid up your back, tracing the space between where your shirt had ridden up and the waist of your jeans started.
βStill with me, lady?β You asked, using the nickname you knew she hated just to see if you could get her attention.
βHm?β Sevika hummed, clearly focused on more important things.
The music was still playing around you, the sound slightly crackling from her busted speakers she always said she never had the time to fix.
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslinesβ¦
And the junkyards and the highways come between usβ¦
You took the cigarette from your lips, tapping off the smoke before taking another slow inhale off of it.
βNothing.β
Her hand slid higher still when you didnβt call her out for it, slipping beneath the hem of cotton so she could slide her hand up your spine.
You could feel the worn-in callouses of her hand, the way they radiated such a warmth it made you shiver. You had seen her hands in action, wrung tight around rope or spread out flat against the flank of a horse. But you had never felt them on your skin like this. Like she wanted to memorize the feeling.
It was even better than youβd thought it would be.
And you thought about it a lot.
βThis okay?β She asked, her voice soft and gentle in a way you almost didnβt recognize. Her fingertips were tracing soft circles into your flesh, just to feel the way it gave beneath her pressure. You were so close she could smell your perfume through the haze of tobacco, and she felt her heart race.
βI ainβt run away screaminβ, have I?β
She smiled up at you in that crooked way that made you wonder what her tongue tasted like. How sheβd breathe if you got even closer.
βNo, I guess not.β
You leaned down close enough that your noses almost brushed against one another, just shy of feeling where her breath brushed against your skin.
βThat a good thing?β You shifted further on her lap, making yourself nice and comfortable.
βReckon soβ¦β Her words trailed off as her fingers brushed against the edge of your bra. She backed off on instinct, but when you kept looking at her like you wanted to devour her, she had no choice but to carry on as she was.
You remained still, even when you felt her tracing the fastenings. Sheβd dig her thumb against the tiny metal clasps like she was going to take them off before running them along the lace edge instead.
Your own hand got curious, not wanting to be left out. With a slow drag, you let it fall low enough to trace the raised metal on her belt buckle with your thumb.
βYou oughta slow down, darlinβ.β She warned, but the way her breath caught told you she was trying to convince herself just as much as she was you.
βYou started it.β You said around a coy smile, keeping your hand where it was as you gave an experimental roll of your hips down against her own.
The sudden movement made her jolt, accidentally sending your ass right back on the horn of the steering wheel. The sound made the dogs up on the porch start going off, and you could hear the distant shouting of your mama trying to get them to settle down.
You were both laughing as reality settled back in. The haze of desire slipped away even as she gave you one last squeeze of your hips.
βI should go.β You said, even as every iota of your being said to hell with it when you had her acting like that over a little touching. When you handed her back the cigarette, you could feel her fingers linger against your own.
βYup.β She answered a little too quickly, and it only made you look more smug as she helped ease you off of her.
She gave your ass a small smack just as you crawled back over to the other side of the bench, opening the passenger door of the truck and hopping down.
Sevika watched you begin to trek up the hill, sliding her hand down her face and letting out a sigh so deep it nearly felt like a growl of frustration.
She glanced down at her cigarette, noting the soft pink sheen of your lipgloss where your mouth had been.
She smiled down at it, turning it in her hand to watch the sheen catch the light before placing it between her lips. She closed her eyes as she inhaled slow and deep just to feel the ghost of your touch.
She settled back against her seat once more, keeping her lips where they were even through her exhale as the radio music poured around her.
That youβre waitinβ from the back roads by the rivers of my memoriesβ¦
Synopsis: After exhausting your father's choices of personal guards, he has allowed you to chose your replacement. What began as a tedious affair turns into something worth paying attention to when you notice the mysterious knight from a land you don't recognize.
Pairing: Knight!Sevika x Princess!Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
It seemed the Gods were determined to toy with you today.
There had never been such a fine morning, a soft breeze rustled the leaves on the trees and the sun shone brightly in the sky. You should've been riding through the forests, hiding from your ladies in waiting and dodging your mother's scolding when you came back smelling of pine trees and your hem covered in mud.Β
But instead, you were stuck sitting in the courtyard with dozens or so knights lined in front of you, trying to look as though you cared even a fraction for the entire affair. You had gotten your last guard sacked after he failed to realize you had snuck out of the castle grounds and into the dark of night. A similar fate had fallen the man before him. And the one before that.
Now, having driven your father to his wits end (and whittling down half of his own chosen guards) was now insisting upon you making the choice of the new replacement yourself. He had told you that perhaps it would compel you to have a little mercy on the poor sop who landed the job next.
But you had your suspicions that it was a punishment in disguise after having been sat here for the past hour. You had tuned out the Herald who was announcing the men one by one.Β
Each surname of some primped a lord youβd only ever seen in passing becoming more and more pretentious by the minute. And Captain Cecil, Commander of the Kingsguard, stood next to you. He was the only one who could ever keep a proper eye on you, even when you were a young girl trying to slip away from the feasting halls.Β
βSir Garrick, Third-born son of House Trelain.β
You didnβt even bother with a sideways glance at the man, and he hardly noticed. Too busy making sure the dark blue sash on his shoulder was perfectly situated over the polished silver that made up his armor.Β
If you werenβt woefully aware of the purpose of today, youβd assume some grand tourney was taking place. All flashy regalia and the most elaborate of weapons that, even with your limited knowledge, looked more fashionable than effective in cutting down enemies.Β
You slipped your hand over your lips to disguise the yawn that escaped you, your cheek pressing into your hand as you leaned back against the smooth stone. Your gaze moved lazily over the rows of men before you looked well into the back rows, spotting someone who you swore hadnβt been there just a moment ago.
The knight appeared taller than every other man there. Standing so still you wonder if you've simply forgotten a statue that had been added to the decor recently. It's one faint twitch of a broad, gloved hand on the hilt of their sword that tells you the form is made of flesh and blood.
Your expression remained neutral, but your eyes lingered upon the unusual knight now. They bore no crest upon their chest. Nor did they seem to be dawned in any house colors or regalia. As if calling you into the mystery, the knight also remains the only one who keeps their helm upon their head. Denying you even the faintest hint to their identity.
The Herald was still rhapsodizing about the second son of Lord Who-Particularly-Cared when your curiosity could no longer be contained.Β
You turned to Cecil, beckoning him to lean down so you could speak discreetly into his ear, your gaze still vaguely regarding the rows of men.
βWho's that one?β You asked with a nod of your head vaguely in the direction of the looming knight.Β
βSer Sevika of Zaun, my lady.β He answered, draped one arm over the back of your chair as he realized who you were speaking of. βI knew an invitation had been extended to Zaun. But I must say I am surprised they sent anyone at all.β
βZaun?β You echoed, the confusion clear in your tone. Lengths of scrolls and endless stretches of maps flashed through your mind. But nothing in your knowledge of neighboring lands and kingdoms revealed such a name to you. βWhy don't I recognize it?β
Cecil shifted the weight of his belt, adjusting his footing as if not particularly willing to divulge that information. But he knew better. Denying your inquisitiveness usually only made you seek out your answers with even more insistence. βIt's not a territory with sovereignty, my lady. You wouldn't have learned of it in your histories.β
The idea of any gaps in your education, especially on something as important as geography, brought a frown to your face. But you knew you'd have to deal with one inquiry at a time for now.
Β βSo, not titled. I'm surprised our aloof knight was even allowed through the gates.β The faint scalding in your tone slipped out without you realizing it.
He cast a disapproving look in your direction, his armor creaking with the shift of his movements as he crossed his arms over his chest. βPrincess, His Majesty has already explained-β
βNo matter.β You said, interrupting whatever lecture on the integrity and honor of knighthood he was bound to echo from your father before he could get the chance. βIf I wished to hear my father's voice, I'd go to his chambers.β
You knew you were being a little unfair, but these sorts of affairs rarely left you in a good mood and he just so happened to be standing the closest to the mercy of your temper.Β Β
Your fingers gently tapped along the armrest of the chair, your gaze once again drawn to the concealed knight. Your hands grabbed the skirts of your dress to stand just as the Herald was announcing the next man. You weren't about to sit through the next seven or so names of men to get to the object of your fascination.
The knight remained still even as you approached, the visor was made of intricate metalwork that made it nearly impossible for you to see the face behind the steel.
All eyes were upon the two of you, but you hardly noticed.Β
The Herald turned to the Cecil in confusion, his words still hanging on the tip of tongue from where he had been interrupted by this unorthodox display. Every other knight exchanged curious glances, some more furious than others at an unknown being granted the grace of the princess's attention.Β
βWho are you?β You asked, despite knowing the answer. Part of you was merely curious to get even a glimpse of the person behind such an impressive build. They seemed even larger now that you stood before them, looming above you before dropping to one knee upon the stone below to address you.
βSer Sevika of Zaun, Your Highness.β The deep and smooth voice echoed inside the metal of the suit, frustratingly continuing to conceal them further.Β
βHmβ¦β You hummed, your head tilting to one side as you debated your next move. The air was still, as if the whole world slowed just to see what would happen next.Β
βRemove your helm, Ser Sevika.βΒ
The knight stilled further, if that was even possible. Their head lifting to regard you as if surprised by the question.
βMy lady?β
The thought of catching such an imposing figure off guard delighted you immensely, and it showed in the lilt of your voice as you answered. βYour princess demands you remove your helm, Ser.β
Something that faintly sounded like a chuckle slips from between the gaps of the metal visor.Β
βDo my skills alone not impress you, Your Highness? Or is it necessary to reveal my face to win your favor?β
Now you're the one who's laughing under her breath. What a delightful response. So unlike the immediate supplication and fumbling for your approval you were used to.
βOh, but of course.β You said, folding your hands behind your back as if to capture the very essence of innocent intent. βPerhaps you are a beast beneath all that metal? How can I expect you to protect me if I don't know for certain?β You knew they were looking into your eyes without seeing them, so you leaned ever so slightly closer as her hesitation continued.Β
βOr shall you deny me?β
There was a small pause. And for a moment you're werenβt certain if they'll actually follow through with it. Not until they rose to their full height, two hands grasping the bottom of the helm to pull it from their head in one smooth motion. No longer obscured by steel, the knight, the *woman* behind the helmet now stood before you.
It was her eyes you noticed first. Two pools of silver that almost glowed against the contrast of her warm toned skin and darkly lined lashes. You hadn't expected her to be older. Especially given the crowd of green boys looking eager to prove themselves men that surrounded her.
Sevika, with the hardened lines upon her eyes and the faint scar that split her upper lip, radiated an easy confidence. Her strength was not proven, it emanated from her very being.
She was almost too beautiful to look at, the expression upon her face so earnest it made you feel like telling all of your deepest secrets to her just because you knew she'd keep them.Β
βStill think me a beast, my lady?β She asked, her voice now ringing clear from her lips as it broke through your thoughts. You could hear the smirk even if her face remained respectful, like she had caught you staring and wanted to tell you in unspoken words.
Your heart stuttered in your chest. Was she teasing you? The very idea thrilled, but you weren't one to be beaten at your own game. βThat remains to be seen.β You said, giving her another once over. βI shall have to keep a close eye on you to be certain.β
You stepped closer to her under the guise of turning. βThough I have my hopes.β You mused quietly, enjoying the way she once again attempted to hide her amusement.Β
βCaptain Cecil.β You called, not taking my eyes away from her until you heard the older man's armor clatter behind you as he approached. βI don't need to hear anything more today. I have decided this Sevika of Zaun shall be my new guard.β
There was commotion from the other knights, most clearly bothered they hadn't been introduced properly. But it became abundantly clear that you had made up your mind on the matter. And even the lowliest of sons from the farthest of lands knew that the princess was not to be questioned once you had.Β
Cecil simply sighed, bowing his head. βI shall inform his Majesty.β He said before turning to take his leave.
βGods help meβ¦β He mumbled under his breath, nodding at the Herald to begin sending the lads back wherever they came from.
Thoroughly pleased with yourself, you gathered your skirts once more and began heading off towards the stables, pausing when you failed to hear anyone behind you. With a turn, you saw Sevilla still standing where you had left her, looking just as bewildered as everyone else.
βCome along.β You said, gesturing towards the stone archways.Β "I have things to do, and I expect you to keep up with me.β You watched her brows lift just a fraction, and something about her expression made you feel like prodding her. βI trust that wonβt be a problem, ser?β
You continued on your way, back turned towards the other woman as the faintest hint of a smirk worked its way onto her handsome face. βNo, my lady.β She answered, already quickening her step until she walked only a few paces behind the intriguing princess now under her care.
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