SethKate FanFiction

A SethKate community for both fanfiction writers and readers alike. Centered around Seth Gecko and Kate Fuller from From Dusk Till Dawn.

[sethkatefanfiction]

Hey, everyone...

So, originally, when I started this blog, I intended to read every Seth/Kate fic in existence and make sure it ended up on this blog, tagged and everything so people could search for what they wanted to read easily.

And so this blog has 200+ fic posts in the drafts that I had intended to read and categorize. And while that piled up, I’ve became obsessed with about 7 other fandoms since FDTD and have had a fairly busy life in general, and haven’t had the time to dedicate to this like I’d wanted.

So the plan is now being revised. I want to actually get these fics out there for those that may have missed them, but as a result, most will be not be tagged with specifics.

Thank you all, and happy reading!

[atethebirds]

drive + kate/seth gogogo

It’s been the hardest thing in the world to convince Seth of, and Kate has had it up to fucking here with this bullshit. 

“Just. Let me drive the freaking car!”

Okay, so, maybe she sounded a bit childish, but this was Seth’s doing. He made her stoop this low, he brought out the teenager in her. Which, when she thought about it, was kind of creepy after what happened at that cantina a few cities back—not that she ever did think about that, or anything.

"No. No way, Kate. This car is easily worth over a million—that’s cold, hard, American cash. You are not touching this baby’s wheel,” Seth spits a bit of blood onto the ground, shifts his weight so he isn’t putting pressure on his (probably broken, fractured at the least) right leg. His right arm clutches his left shoulder and he winces in pain.

Kate taps her toes on the dusty place beneath her foot, eyes narrowed in on one stubborn a-hole. Her arms cross over her chest for added ‘are you serious right now?’ effect. 

"Seth. I—this is—you couldn’t ride a bike right now, let alone drive a car!”

The look on Seth’s face is priceless. It’s like he got lost on his way to ‘highly offended’ and ended up somewhere near ‘well, she’s got a point’. 

“Well, you can’t drive stick!”

“You literally just made that up. I’m not an idiot—this car’s an automatic. And besides, I can drive stick, thank you very much,” Kate snarls, and then Seth looks like he’s the one thinking about that cantina.

A moment of silence permeates the thick fog of angry (and maybe something else) tension, and then Seth sighs. He’s been grasping at straws, trying to keep the situation under his control. He know’s better though, couldn’t control his own brother, should know better than to try and control a teenaged girl. 

He’s not even going to acknowledge the fact that he’s literally so beat up he can barely stand, let alone keep awake long enough to be the get-away man. Fucking culebras. 

"Alright. Alright, you can drive.”

“Finally!” Kate snarks, and Seth almost changes his mind. 

With a pained grunt the keys become airborne, jingle lightly as they land in Kate’s outstretched palms. She flashes a pearly grin, winks boldly, and climbs into the driver’s seat. 

Seth’s eyes shoot skyward as something akin to a prayer for strength leaves his lips, and he shuffles himself painfully into the passenger side.

[sethkatefanfiction]

Hey. I have no idea if you've got any knowledge of this, if you've kept up with the fdtd community or not lately or if this is all just on a queue. But liketogetlost deleted their entire account on ao3, and I can't find them anywhere else but here. It doesn't look like they've crossposted their fics here, though. If you've got any answers/somewhere to point me, I'd REALLY appreciate it!

(Im just so so mad that I didn't download their stuff, im not in the habit of doing that and im kicking myself for it now.)

I have been mostly out of the fandom for awhile now and this blog is running on a queue of things I had drafted long ago (hence why some get deleted because the blog I reblogged from has since deleted and the 'read more' no longer works).

Maybe someone else has saved them??

[felicia-parker]

6. There’s a reason for it. {Seth/Kate}

The room smells like warm metal in a way that reminds her of the playground outside of the church where her father used to preach. It’s almost comforting to smell it and see the familiar curve of his back facing her. Kate’s legs are tangled in thin sheets and she’s wearing an over sized shirt, buried against the cheap motel bed. Her hair is a tangled mess, plastered to the side of her freckled face and it’s partially in her view of the naked back facing her. 

Seth is counting again. His lips are barely moving, voice so low she can’t hear it over the rumble of the air conditioning unit under the window, but she knows he’s counting. He think she hasn’t caught on, but Kate has. He times himself every morning. He counts the seconds while his fingers shake. His whole body is on edge. There’s sweat beading up at the edge of his hairline and sliding down the back of his neck. The muscles across his back are tensed and she can see him start to falter. 

His father’s voice is screaming in his mind, echoing in his ears and rattling him to the bones. Bullets fall to the cheap table and ring out across the room. He curses so loudly he almost forgets she’s in the room with him. Seth’s hand sweeps across the table and pieces of the gun are scattered to the floor along with all the springs and ammunition. He stands so fast that the chair falls back on to the floor and his hands are suddenly up and pressed over his face. His back shudders as he exhales so loudly that Kate is sitting up a little higher in the bed. She pulls the sheets up over her even though she’s mostly dressed, part of her is afraid he’s lost in his memories again. Completely dwelling on someone long gone, but who Kate doesn’t know.  There has to be a reason for his early morning counting, for his breakdowns, for these excessive bursts of frustration. There’s a cause of it, but what she doesn’t know because Seth Gecko doesn’t share. Not even with her. Every now and then he lets something slip but it’s never more than a sliver of something more. 

Her green eyes slide over his back. She watches the way his muscles move as he hunches over the table, putting both hands down on to the wood. She can see his tattoo from her place on the bed. The flames lick all the way up to his shoulder and dip over the back. She’s traced it a thousand times over and she wants to do it again, out of a soothing habit. Carefully the preacher’s daughter slides off of the bed and quietly sets her bare feet on the rough carpet. Her footsteps are soft and silent. Without warning she puts her arms around his middle and presses her cheek against his bare back, closing her eyes softly. Seth tenses up at first, his counting is long over with and the frustration melting away. After a few silent moments he moves his hands down and covers hers with his, holding her there. They don’t say anything and the two don’t move a muscle. They sit there in the silence, soaking in their new normal, pushing away demons from the past with every sunrise that greets them. Together they can accomplish it all. 

[katefullergecko-deactivated2025]

Seth/Kate; "How's that feel, Princess?"

Kate slips into the shower after coming home from the Mercado. Seth fumbles to hide the night manager’s glasses and listens outside of the door. He can’t take it anymore. He’s like a man coming out of his skin. They have danced circles around each other for months. And the culebra’s keep on coming after her, because god, she is innocent. The preacher’s daughter a fact that rings in his head over and over again. But there’s been too much blood in his piss poor life and he’s gonna make sure that hers isn’t on his hands too.

He takes off his clothes and sneaks into the bathroom. Kate is humming to herself as she rubs soap all over her skinny little body.

He pushes the shower door away although she never hears it. Pushing her wet hair to the side, he pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her waist making her stiffen against him. He can feel her dripping, wet naked ass against his cock and it makes him stiffen. “Seth?”

“Listen, if you don’t want this just tell me. But Kate, I need this tonight. I need you tonight. I need something.”

“Isn’t that what the drugs are for?” she says.

“Won’t need the drugs if I have you, Katie.” His hands massage her breasts as he presses his body against her backside. Kate lets out a gasp, arching her back into him, raising her arms up above her head. “I could feel better if I had you. I could make you feel good too. Just let me.”

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[imaginedfables]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kate Fuller/Seth Gecko, Kate Fuller & Seth Gecko Characters: Kate Fuller, Seth Gecko, Richard Gecko, Scott Fuller, Freddie Gonzalez, Santanico Pandemonium Summary:

“This is what her beautiful life had come to.

Dirty bathrooms in broken backroads and trembling hands with dried blood caked underneath her fingernails. A bag full of stolen money that she’d trade without missing a beat if she could only have at least one member of her family there with her for her to take comfort in. A baby growing inside of her from a man she didn’t know where to find and wasn’t sure she really wanted to, anyways. She is three weeks shy of turning eighteen, her whole family is dead or out causing death, and the father of her child is a heroin-addicted criminal: a wanted fugitive.

Her mother was probably rolling over in her grave.”

[milkshakemicrowave]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series Rating: Mature Relationships: Kate Fuller/Seth Gecko Characters: Kate Fuller, Seth Gecko, Original Female Character Series: Part 2 of Burn My Bridges Summary: It feels beyond weird saying it all while knowing secretly that she’s talking about Seth. But she finds herself wishing she could believe it. Wishing desperately that her daddy and Scott and Mama were back home, safe, angry and worried about her running off with a shady character like Seth.

[fredricogonzalez]

The nights disappear like bruises but nothing is healed. | FDTD fic rec; find it on A03: Link.

Kate can’t really believe that they’ve been away from the Twister for over twenty-four hours. That somehow she survived it all, and now she’s here, sitting in the passenger seat of an expensive sports car as a common criminal drives them down the highway, lines of an inky tattoo peaking out from under the sleeve of his t-shirt. Something like a laugh escapes her, turning into a full-out hysteric of giggles. Seth looks over at her like she’s crazy, eyebrows rising into his hairline as he slams on the breaks of the car, bringing them to a violent halt in the middle of the highway.

“What the hell, Kate?” he asks.

“I shouldn’t be alive,” she says. “And neither should you.”

“Yeah, well,” Seth says, takes a deep breath and switches the car back into gear, pushing his foot down on the accelerator. “Life’s funny that way.”

[saader]

“You wanna know why I’m a bad man, Kate?” Seth shouts out. It stops Kate in her tracks.

“Because you’re a thief? And a liar?” Kate hisses. Her voices drops into a whisper. “Because you don’t love God?”

“That’s not what makes me a bad man,” Seth growls.

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you do not have to be good seth/kate, 3902 words. explicit.

[lostinmysticfalls]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Because it’s not an OTP unless I write fic.

[alwaysupatnight]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kate Fuller/Seth Gecko, Kate Fuller & Seth Gecko Characters: Kate Fuller, Seth Gecko Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Christmas, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Ugly Christmas Sweaters, Gecko babies Summary:

“Seth, you’re being ridiculous.” “No, I’m being perfectly reasonable. Those pregnancy hormones are screwing with your judgment.” Kate stifles the growl building up in her throat. “My judgment is fine. You’re the one getting all crazy.“ He’s supposed to be her husband, not a correctional officer. And living with Seth is certainly starting to feel like a prison sentence.

[zaritarazi]

from our own separate sides

sethkate. there is only one bed in the motel room. this is nothing new.

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[burned-snowflakes]

Horchata & Chill

Summary: Seth and Richie find a green patch and a cafe in the desert. Kate is the manager, Richie is a whiney horchata bitch and Seth is hopelessly lost.

Author’s note: A little fdtd drabble with sethkate and Richie depicted as the little baby that he is. Writing au’s is so much fun. Let me know what you think!

They had been driving for hours and hours. The map Eddie had given them was unclear and it looked truly more like a fucking quest than simply driving to the new safehouse. Richie was fast asleep in the seat next to him, his head softy lolling against the window while his glasses slid down his nose. It was hot. And heat meant dehydration. They really ought to stop soon to get some food and drinks, some tequila for when they got to the safehouse because godamn he deserved it.

According to the map they had to almost be there, another 15 mintues give or take a few, when in the distance a green patch of land appeared together with a small cafe. Finally. Seth elbowed Richie in the side, “wake up brother. Let’s see if they have some of that horchata of yours.”

When Kate was younger she had always dreamed of going of to college or university, getting a degree and maybe one day helping those less fortunate than her. She might have become a nurse, a doctor even.

But dreams die and the world moves on. And so had she. Now look at her. Manager of her family’s cafe. Roadside restaurant. Whatever people wanted to call it. Sure in the beginning it was fun and all, helping kids, managing a business. But in the end, everything gets old and over the years the work got, wel… boring. Twenty-two years and this is what her life had come to. Same faces pretty much every day, same orders everyday, same arguments with her brother every day who somehow found new and very creative ways to rile her up as time went on.

But this was not like any day. Something was different. Something was coming. Or someone.

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[felicia-parker]

4. “You can’t keep doing this.” BUT could you do Seth x Kate?

( I haven’t seen 3x01 entirely so enjoy this post season2 angst.)

Sleep is not something that comes easy to him. When he closes his eyes, he can still hear her voice. He can still feel the heat of her palm on his cheek, fingers stroking along the edge of an unruly beard. It’s a ghost of a sensation and jolts him awake. It doesn’t matter where in the desert he is, there’s still no Kate. There’s no angel in the bed across from him, just an empty set of sheets where Richie should be, but he’s not. He’s probably out in the dark, hunting and skulking around for a meal like a true snake. Seth’s stomach churns and he forces himself out of the bed, untangles himself from the sheets and stumbles into the bathroom. His legs are sore, knees knocking together and his stomach is churning from bad tequila but he manages to make it to the cold porcelain sink. His bloody knuckles fumble along in the dark and he finally manages to turn on the cold water, letting it run over his hands before splashing it in his face. He looks up and catches the sight of something red in the mirror.

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[sethandkatesource]

DJ Cotrona & Madison Davenport at NYCC today.

[tuntematonkorppi]

impermanence by tuntekorpp, a sethkate ficlet

There’s bruises and scrapes all over his face, his forearms, but he’s sleeping. He’s not frowning or wearing the blissed out mask of a heroin high. No, he’s sleeping like an exhausted man would. She lets him.

[sethsprincess]

I Now Pronounce You

Summary: All that Kate wanted was a fun weekend with her friends. When she wakes up in a strange man’s bed with a ring on her finger, her life takes a sharp turn as she finds herself bound to a thief and his equally criminal brother. When the Geckos rope her into helping with a job that they swear will be their last, Kate finds that she is far better suited to their life than she ever wanted to be.

Rating: Mature

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