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🌼 cute boy spring 🌿
aster: love/daintiness
black eyed susan: justice
yellow tulip: sunshine in your smile
softly, “what the fuck”
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day 12 is flesh which means day 12 shameless thirst trap art of adam.
@31daysofwayhaven
Also:
@lilas inspired me to do a series of headshots for my main 4 detectives. It also gives me a chance to introduce the other 3!
Fiona Stonehart: Adam Romance, 10 seconds away from fighting that dumb brick at any given time. She/her; bisexual; People/Combat.
Charlie Rosewall: Nat Romance, a flustered, awkward mess. An easy victim for Nat’s charms. She/her; lesbian; Investigation.
Lu “Lu” Jansen: Felix Romance, a sweet protective man. Basically a human golden retriever. He/him; bisexual; Combat/Science.
Faustus Valentine: Mason Romance. You know this fool. He/they; bisexual; Investigation/People.
15 for sunshine boy and golden boy 💋💋
I am slowly.... slowly getting through these, I’ve got one more to go.
15. A soft kiss, followed by an “I love you”, followed by an even stronger kiss.
Pairing: Felix/m!Detective (Lu Jansen)
Word Count: 760
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Lucedio chances a peek across the counter to Felix, watching his hands press and pull away from the ball dough he’d given him a few minutes ago. His brow is creased in concentration, his tongue jutting out like a pale petal against his rich skin. The dough itself still looks like a rough, sticky mess by the way it clings to the flour and to Felix’s hands.
With a final frustrated huff, Felix slaps his hands against the dough and turns to him. “So does bread just look like slime before you bake it because, well, ” Felix points an accusing, dough covered finger to the formless lump. “It looks like a load of slime.”
A laugh tickles the back of his throat which he quickly shoves away. Lu steps in closer, a smile spreading across his lips at the nervousness that edges creeps into the draw of Felix’s brow.
He runs his hand up Felix’s arm, his smile widening at the way Felix absolutely melts at the touch.
“Felix, you’re doing fine, kneading dough takes time is all,” he glances at the counter. “And more flour. Sprinkle some on the counter and on your hands, it’ll prevent some of the sticking.”
They both look down at the same time at Felix’s hands. Bits of dough mottle his palm like a strange pale boils. Felix catches his eye again, a bright grin in place that has Lu transfixed. “Think it’s a bit late for that, yeah?”
“Well, maybe,” Lu laughs, his broad shoulders shaking. “It’ll stop it from sticking any worse, okay?”
“Right, got it!” Determination flares across Felix’s face as he shoves his entire hand into the open container of flour.
What happens next feels like it runs in slow motion. Flour flies everywhere like an exploding bomb, flour particles hanging in the area as they seek out every crevice and nook in the blast radius. When it finally settles, Lu stares wide eyed and slack jawed at flour that coats the wall mounted knife rack to the book he has spread out nearby to the front of Felix’s colorful shirt. Felix blinks, staring wordlessly at the fall out before looking down to himself, then at Lu.
He shoots him a sheepish smile. “Too much?”
And it is, gosh, it really is-- but it’s not just the flour. It’s the flour that speckles Felix’s cheek and the short coils of his hair that prompts his cheek burning grin and the way Lu can’t help but cup Felix’s face in his hands. Confusion makes the smile drop away and in between blinks it’s back, as sweet and as inviting as the first spring sun on winter chilled skin. Felix steps closer and there-- they’re pressed together, toe to toe, heart to heart.
Felix’s lips part, and that is a temptation that is too much. Lu slants his mouth over his in a feather light kiss. He kisses him with slow appreciation, with awe, wanting to savour this moment with all of his senses. The earthy smell of flour. The tickle of his hair on his forehead. The rush of heat that seems to spread from the center out across both their cheeks. A stuttering sigh follows him as they part, and the whispered--
“I love you.”
--comes as natural to him as running his hand over his hair when he’s nervous or bouncing on his left foot when he’s happy. An ingrained reaction, etched into the chemistry of his nerves and the fabric of his soul because to look into Felix’s face and drink in the wonder there is to see a reflection of the love he’s always wanted to have. Complete, generous. Overflowing.
He doesn’t understand how Felix doesn’t seem to have a ceiling for the brightness that shines through. Felix takes his face in his, holds him like he is a man not made of muscle and sinew but of glass and ceramic, and kisses him again. Just as sweet as before, but so much more. His back hits the edge of the counter and Felix is there, in front of him, around him, kissing him in a way he’s never been kissed before.
There have been kisses, and there have been people like Felix in his life, but there has never been someone like Felix who kisses him like he means to pull at the strings of his heart and tease out the sound of joy from his body.
And Lucedio laughs, sonorous and delighted, and Felix laughs too, and they kiss again and again, bread forgotten.
Aahh Vee, hi- hello!! If it's not too late! No. 35 for lulix - please - I beg 😭💕
hey buddy! sorry this is.... very late! but i have finally finished these two boys having a good time together. :D
35. things you said at the top of your lungs
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Motorcycles let Luce taste freedom.
Wind nipping at every inch of exposed skin. The red flare of tail lights of cars on the highway. Colors blurring together until all he could see is a smear of green against the wide arc of blue sky.
It’s rare he gets to bring out his bike now. Usually it’s kept in storage under a dust blanket and only gets taken out once to keep the battery alive. Makes those few and far between times he could sneak away from his busy schedule and take to the roads even more precious.
Now that he’s got Felix nestled behind him though? They’re highlights in his life.
Felix’s warm weight at his back contrasts against the icy air slicing through his jacket and sweater. Winter is only beginning to bow to the oncoming warmth of spring. Nights remain cold and in winter’s icy grip, yet.
Luce tilts his head up to the blanket of stars. Farther out from Wayhaven they’re clear, less obscured by the light pollution. Tonight is especially clear, not a cloud in sight to mar the twinkling stars overhead. Without the day’s traffic to slow them down, the bike takes the winding curves up the hills with ease until they slide to stop beside a site seeing spot partially hidden by dense pine.
By the time the bike is propped up safely against a tree, Felix is already at the stone wall protecting visitors from the cliff’s edge, eyes wide and reflecting more light than any number of the stars they can see. Moments like these, where Luce gets to watch Felix take in every little detail of what Luce shows him of his small corner of the world, are nearly sacred. Words aren’t needed and don’t belong, extraneous, annoying clutter to Felix’s awe.
Still, he’s more than happy when Felix turns those lovely amber eyes on him.
“Wow, I can see the whole forest from here! It’s gorgeous!” Felix glances to one of mounted scopes and gives it a playful flick. “No quarters needed.”
“Not all of us have impeccable vampire vision, Fel,” Luce crosses his arms along the edge of the wall as he leans forward. Miles of forest stretch before him. To his eyes, just a formless, dark shape, broken up only by the sky. “Still pretty, though.”
Taking his place, Felix bumps their arms together. “Yeah, damn pretty,” he whispers. “Say, you know we’re kind of close to the Warehouse…”
“Close?” Luce arches an eyebrow. The Warehouse is in this general area but well away from the main road.
“Close for us, babe,” a grin flashes between them. “Maybe even close enough for the others to hear if we yell super loud.”
Ah. A laugh bursts out, sudden and barking. How many ridiculous notions did Felix suggest that Luce would never have followed before? Taking a day trip out to the next town over with no plans, no itinerary, nothing but gas in the car and Felix’s camera to capture it all. Digging through the bargain DVD bin and picking one blindly and watching it together, cuddled under blankets, laughing at bad acting and poor shots.
Another whimsy, and who is he to say no?
Deep breath. Hands cupped around his mouth. Lean back.
From the depths of his chest.
“AVA IS A BUTTHEAD!”
The shout bounces further, echoing out into the faceless night. Alongside its fading whisper, another joins it in Felix’s bright tones.
“AVA IS A BUTT!”
They’re laughing, the both of them. Laughing and yelling as loud as they can, their chants rippling with laughter until they’re bent over. Hoarse and misty eyed and bursting with nearly (only nearly so) painful joy. Heads touching, hands reaching out to each other for support. The forest sings with their echoing laughter instead.
The night is alive and young, and distantly, Ava thinks she hears the clipped edge of her name.
34 for lulix, please? Also, here 💛 cuz I love you and I love your writing - which is not at all bad - it's overflowing with feeling (from the pain of fausion to the fluffy love of lulix and that new 😏 I see you writing for finate). I love it. It's wonderful to see how you and your writing are growing! It's important to you, it's important to me too, and you do not get to crap talk your writing without some serious love from me. But- you deserve some hearts and hugs and love and just- take 💛 take pls 💛💛💛💛💛
anon i- ; o ; oh my god this is such an incredibly sweet message and i don’t know who you are but this warmed my heart!!! thank you thank you i hope this lulix fix is well worth the read!!!!!
34. things you whispered in my ear.
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Nearly two hours in and Lucedio can confidently say he’s made a decent dent in unpacking. He steps back, sweeping an appraising eye over his Warehouse bedroom. It’s easily bigger than the one he has at his apartment. Though Nat found a bedroom set that was alarmingly similar to his own, the larger size only amplified the empty spaces Nat left for him to fill.
Pictures decorate the walls now. Friends from high school and college, several of Tina from their patrolling days, even a select few of notoriously photoshy Verda smile at him from the walls. Lu nods, pleased with his work. If he can manage it he’d like to set up a few pictures of Unit Bravo to go along with the few pictures he has of Rebecca.
Though he doesn’t imagine it’ll be an easy endeavor. Especially trying to wrangle Mason to join.
Lucedio chuckles at the idea as he steps back towards an armchair he thrifted with Nat. Thoroughly spent he sinks into its plush, inviting cushion. He starts to consider taking a nap when he hears a noise at the door. Moments later Felix pops his head in. His eyes go wide, taking in the new pictures and now the full to bursting bookcases decorated with memorabilia he’s had stored away.
“Wow, you really fixed this place up nice, babe!” Felix bounds over and plops himself on the chair, one arm draping around his shoulders. “Like a home away from home. Or maybe,” a teasing grin brightens his face. “A cottage away from cottage?”
It’s a light jab. One that Lu’s happy to let roll off him in favor of tugging Felix down for a chaste kiss. “Hey now. I like my cottage and all of it’s comforts. And look!” he points a finger to numbers of colorful pillows crowding his bed. “Now my bed has plenty of pillows for…” Lu bites his lip. “...cuddling.”
“Oh?” Felix’s grin sharpens into a smirk, the gold of his eyes dancing like embers. “Hey, you wanna know what I think about those pillows?”
There is a promise of something heated lingering in Felix’s eyes. Something that Lucedio is very interested in pursuing to help him cool down after a tedious two hours. They lean in together at the same time, Lucedio sliding his hand up the length of Felix’s thigh to settle at the small of his back.
A shiver passes through Felix at the touch. His eyes darken to a deeper molten gold that pin Lucedio in place.
“Yeah, tell me what you think, sundrop,” Lucedio swallows in a feeble attempt to keep his growing tension in check.
Felix leans further down. His lips brush against the juncture of his shoulder and his neck, lingering there for a moment to allow his breath to tickle his skin. Lucedio’s breath hitches. In a slow sweep Felix drags his lips up the column of his neck to the shell of his ear.
Anticipation has sweat gathering on Lucedio’s palms.
“I think....” Felix begins in a whisper. Voice as smooth as honey. “...that those pillows…” Felix strokes a hand up from the base of his stomach to rest on the broad width of his chest. “...have nothing on these tits!”
With so much desire fogging his senses, he’s an easy enough target for Felix to squeeze his chest with an indignant, “Honk honk!”
Realization catches up with him in time for Lucedio to squeal and squirm away from Felix’s advancing hands. His hands swat away at Felix blindly in wide arcs that Felix easily dodges. Felix continues to laugh at him, jabbing his hand forward to steal another squeeze.
“Honk!” Felix snickers. “Too slow.”
“Felix!” He chokes out, twisting his body away to protect himself from Felix’s wiley hands. “No, stop, Jesus!”
Lucedio laughs, wrapping his arms tightly around himself and tucking his chin away. Felix cooes in disappointment.
“Aw, babe, no need to hide away from me! I’ll stop, I’ll stop,” he feels the squeeze of Felix wrapping his arms around him. Their chuckles putter out with the tension in his muscles slowly easing away until they end up wrapped around each other in a comfortable embrace. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself Luce. They’re just so....,” sigh. “Firm.”
Lucedio rolls his eyes. “Sure, thanks. I thought you’d be stoked at having so many pillows on the bed. Guess I don’t have to feel bad when I hog them all to myself tonight, yeah?”
Felix jerks back, faux horror on his face. “What? No pillows for moi?” he gasps. “Now you’re just asking me to fall asleep on those huge boobs of yours--”
“Hey.”
“I mean your serious honkers.”
“Who showed you that meme? Was it Mason?”
Felix spreads his hands out wide. Comically wide. “A real set of badonkers!”
Laughter starts to overtake him again. His shoulders shake listening to Felix list out increasingly stupid names for his chest. And he can’t really say he has it in him to stop Felix from making him laugh a second time around.
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send me another microstory prompt!
hai vee 🙈 pls can we have #9 for lu/ felix for the meet cute prompts!!!! thank u luv u
💕💕💕 AAAAA omg hi becky!!! ; o ; becky really said “fuck off faustus it’s time for the golden boyfriends”
Luv u 2 luv!!! I hope you enjoy!!
Prompt #9: They’re hiding from bad guys and realize they’re just how close they are.
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There, in a shadowy corner of the hallway, Lucedio spots a door. He darts for it and when he gives the handle a shake, it swings open. Without another word he leaps in, snapping Felix against him as the door slams behind them. Felix gives a little yelp when his chin collides with his chest.
Quickly, he has to be quick. Lucedio fumbles with the lock for a moment and as the shouts and footsteps draw nearer, he sucks in a breath. Some part of him still, the part that seems to be attuned to Felix whenever he’s close by, is distracted by the hand at his back and the cheek pressed against his collar.
But even those thoughts fall away. The footsteps pound closer, almost as loud as the pounding in his ears. They’re feet away from the door. Inches.
Lucedio grits his teeth when a shadow darkens the line of light at the bottom of the door. If he’s fast, he can shove Felix behind him if it comes down to that (God why didn’t he shove Felix in first, at least then he could have protected him with his body if they were found, if they open the door now Felix is so, so exposed and the idea of him getting hurt sends an icy chill down his spine). Every part of him tenses, ready to spring forward.
After the longest beat, the shadow passes with a murmur of go that way, they can’t be far, keep looking but it’s not until the voices fade past the edge of his hearing that Lucedio finally releases his breath.
His next breath fills with thoughts of how to sneak past them and where he may have dropped his phone. The breath after that is the acute awareness of just how close Felix is to him.
One of Felix’s arms wraps around his waist, his shirt clutched in his tight fist; his other hand splayed along his ribs, right under his heart. It’s frighteningly intimate, the idea of Felix’s hand cupping around the very thing Lucedio thinks about giving him on a near daily basis. Lucedio swallows thickly and he knows the rush of blood in his head is not from fear.
Felix seems to realize that too. The closet is nearly pitch black save for a small window high up. It lets in a slant of moonlight that falls across Felix’s eyes as their eyes meet, the liquid amber of them a shade more like the glow of molten metal. Just as hot, as intense.
“Pretty close call, huh?” Felix says, nearly breathless. His fingers inch up, sweeping along the flat planes of his chest, the line of his neck, to curl around his jaw. “Super close, I would say.” His voice drips like honey, rich and full of meaning.
He wishes he could take comfort in that Felix couldn’t see the flare of red across his face. But the grin that lights his lips reminds him no, he cannot be granted that mercy.
“We should-“ Lucedio rolls his lips together, and God, when did they get so dry? “We need to get out and find a way to contact Ava.”
“In a minute,” Felix murmurs. His fingers ghost over the stumble of his chin to sweep along his lips. “Let me just…”
It’s too much, that gentle touch that makes his mouth quiver. Lucedio slides his hand over Felix’s, sliding his fingers through his (so delicate, those fingers. So strong.) and turns his hand over to expose his palm. He nuzzles his hand there, at the juncture between his thumb and forefinger, stubble scraping lightly over the fluttering pulse at his wrist.
“We have to go. It’s still too dangerous. But I promise,” Lucedio presses a dry kiss to the center of his palm. A promise. A declaration. “Later. When you’re safe.”
Felix’s breath hitches. “When we’re safe, Lu. Don’t forget about yourself, okay?”
Yes, of course. When they’re both safe. Lucedio curls Felix’s fingers into a loose fist and kisses the knuckles, soft, gentle, an allusion of how much he wishes he could do more than just that. Later, he repeats in his head.
He lets himself linger there, just a moment. Lets himself indulge in the feeling of Felix all around him, so close, so frighteningly close, of the smell of his coconut shampoo and the impossible warmth of his skin before he tugs away. Later, he repeats again.
“Later,” he repeats again, this time to Felix, a smile finally cresting across his lips. Felix returns it back, ten fold, and he feels it in his bones that there will be a later for him to take the time to truly appreciate the promise of the sweet thrill of post-mission kisses.
Hi Vee! Wishing you the most pleasant of Mondays! I sent one to the roommate so I shall send one to you as well :)
For the kisses prompts: kiss on the palm for Faustus and Mason or kiss along the spine for Lu and Felix please?
omg hi cassie!!! thank you for the ask!! <3 sorry i didn’t get to this on monday but i hope you enjoy some lu/felix loving! it turned out long-ish! :’D
pairing: felix hauville/m!detective (lucedio jansen)
rating: g
word count: ~1200
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They’re not but moments away from pulling up to the tiny beach strip before Felix has his window rolled down and leaning half of his torso outside. One hand shades his eyes as he glances from left to right. Moments ago it was like pure excitement rolled off of him in waves but now that grin he loves so much has faded with disappointment.
Felix thumps back into his seat with an incredulous look on his face. “That’s what you guys call a beach? That’s more like an oversized sandbox!”
