I'll be using the prompt list for OC kiss week, so we're starting with "almost"! This is Noah and Teagan, main characters from my WIP Ways To Be Cunning.
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“It’s my fault, Teagan,” Noah whispers, sat alone with her in the bedroom. It’s just the two of them; usually they might all go and hang out with her since she can’t go out of bed, but Noah asked for privacy. “You put your trust in me.”
“Yeah,” Teagan answers. She looks OK, other than looking tired and pale. But that electric shock could’ve killed her. “I did put my trust in you. And that was my decision, not yours. And you got us out of it, didn’t you?”
“You- you almost died, I don’t know what I'd do without-”
“You won’t have to find out,” Teagan says, and reaches her hand out. He takes her hand and squeezes it gently.
To Noah, Teagan always seems to smell of pine needles and sea salt. It’s fresh and comforting and he loves the smell of pine now more than he ever did. It’s a difficult thing to come to terms with, that he’d walk through a forest because it would remind him of her, that she’s become so important to him that he’d love every second.
The Electricity trial was maybe the worst they’ve been through so far. None of the others were a walk in the park either, but the shock of this one—for a moment, they all thought Teagan was dead.
Noah can feel the weight of it in the air now. He can almost see Zach hovering near the door outside, wanting to come in and check she’s OK; Ari frightened of the future, frightened to lose anyone; Ethan trying to overprepare for the next trial, trying to prevent something they have no power to prevent.
“Stop worrying,” Teagan says, and Noah looks at her again. Her blonde hair messy and tangled, one of the first times he’s seen it out of a braid; her pale eyelashes and scattered freckles. The small smile on her face when he looks at her again.
“It seems so real now,” Noah answers, still holding her hand, holding it tighter, now. “We’re only on round one. Someone might really die.”
“We won’t let that happen, Noah.”
“There's nothing we could’ve done today. Someone had to do it. We have no power, Teagan. I should’ve put myself at risk, not you.”
“We couldn’t lose you, you were the only one who knew what was going on.”
“Maybe. I don’t know,” Noah says, and drops his head in his hands for a second, breathing in. “It should’ve been anyone but you.”
He knows he couldn’t have stopped her. She’d never have let anyone else put themselves in harm’s way. She’d have been angry with him if he’d tried to stop her; you can’t tell Teagan what to do.
“Noah.”
Noah looks up to find that Teagan has sat up, leaned forward on her knees to be closer to him.
“Get out of your head. Get out of your head and just- look at me,” she says. “Listen to me. I want you to see me.”
Noah looks at her, properly, for a moment. Her hair. Her eyelashes. Her freckles. Sky blue eyes, suddenly hopeful, desperate; pale cheeks, now flushed pink right up to her nose; and her lips, pale with her sickness, parted like she’s waiting.
Noah feels he might know what she’s waiting for.
“Let me...” Teagan begins, softly, and leans forward, and Noah feels himself flush with self-consciousness, excited suddenly for something, anything from her. For her to finally notice him, like he’s always wanted.
And then he pulls away.
“Teagan-” he begins, somehow breathless, maybe from nerves. But before he can finish what he’s saying, the door slams open.
“We’re all having dinner, do you want any?” Mackenzie says, so loudly that Noah feels he must be been deaf a moment ago, and the sound was suddenly turned back on. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Mackenzie, oh my God,” Zach says, appearing behind her, “they asked for privacy in the bedroom, the least you could do is knock, I’m so sorry, Teagan how are you feeling-”
“Nothing was going on,” Noah says, standing up, and he feels Teagan’s turn to look up at him. “I’ll just get us dinner, Teagan. I’ll shout out what there is to you?”
“I’m on it!” Mackenzie yells, and turns around, out of sight, and starts practically shrieking their options to them; “Potatoes, uhh, more potatoes, there’s beans... salted fish, it’s really salty though, uhh, the biscuit things-”
“It’s called fucking hard tack,” Hector’s voice interrupts.
“Alright fancy-pants. Teagan, do you want some goddamn hard tack? I’ll get you some hard tack.”
Noah sees Teagan sigh, and he smiles a bit at her. “It’s just because they care,” he answers. “I’ll come back in a minute.”
He leaves the room, and his heart suddenly allows itself to start thudding. It’s so loud, he worries that everyone else on the ship can hear it just as well as him.
Lex is my OC, Eilan belongs to the lovely @delicatefade. We have each other's OCs living in our heads now.
Fandom: Dragon Age
Some context: This is in an AU where Lex is a member of the Chargers. Taking place sometime after they started dating and at Skyhold together.
wc: 612
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The desert sun has been beaming down on Lex and Eilan for several hours. It feels like they passed the same dried up birch tree several times on their way back to Griffin’s Keep. They passed the same crumbled bridge that once supported the Imperial Highway. It could have cut their travel time by half if they had lived in an earlier age. This section of the massive land bridge has since dropped into the valley, and the couple has to walk around it. At least the rotting bronto husk doesn’t look familiar, the heat hasn’t taken all of Lex’s wits away from him.
It feels like they’ve been walking all afternoon. He’s delighted that the map is telling him that Griffin’s Keep is along this path. They should be catching sight of shelter by the evening and be there to partake in the driest supper imaginable. Food variety is limited in the Western Approach.
"Hm, why is it that whenever you tell me about your adventures it's always slaying demons and dragons, and yet when I come along it's delivering parcels," Eilan asks.
"Oh yea?” Lex chuckles. ”You want to fight a dragon?”
“Maybe.” She smiles with a playful list towards one side.
"You're not getting anywhere near a dragon, miss never-even-thrown-a-punch."
They continue walking, unfortunately their canteens are now completely emptied, with no spring in sight, and some distance to cover.
Eilan is the first to be fatigued.
"Come on. Let me carry you." Lex holds his hand, palms up for her to rest on.
“I’ll be fine,” Eilan insists, splaying out her hand.
“You’re not much trouble to carry.”
“Lex, you can be stranded if you wear yourself out.” Eilan slows to a stop and gasps for breath, one hand on her hip to support herself. “I just need to rest for a moment.”
“Alright." Lex looks around for shade but finds none. "We'll get cooked if we rest here. Let's find a better spot."
Lex feels a droplet of rain hit his shoulder.
The sky suddenly turns gray. It feels like one of the few times today that whatever god causes things to happen in this world is finally being merciful. Lex laughs. He opens his arms wide to catch as many droplets falling from the sky as possible. It undoes his hair, drenches his clothes, weighs on his legs, but now he feels giddy and rejuvenated from being caught in the rain.
"No time to argue." Lex swoops Eilan off her feet.
Eilan yelps when her feet leave the ground. Lex carries her in his two arms and dashes.
The world turns into a blur. The only thing that he can discern clearly is the sound of Eilan’s voice. Lex can feel Eilan’s arms tightly wrapped around his neck, feeling like she’s scared of falling if she lets go. Luckily the ground is mostly flat, there’s little worry of tripping. He holds on to her tight until they finally get under the bridge.
He breathes a sigh of relief when they finally make it to shelter. His lungs feel like they’ve collapsed after that sprint, though somehow he’s still able to laugh. Adrenaline is still racing through his veins as he finally slumps himself over the stone wall.
Eilan’s wringing water out of her clothes, drenched from head to toe. Still she manages to dry herself enough to sit down comfortably beside Lex.
“We’ll probably be stuck here for a few hours but,” Lex cups Eilan’s chin in his hands.
He brings Eilan close to press a kiss to her lips. He feels the water on her skin, and droplets falling from her hair onto his arms.
Drabble below! Tw cuz Jackie faces transphobia for a sec in the beginning.
Jackie had been running as fast as her legs could carry her, deep into the Ilex forest with no real plan about where she was going. But finally, she was slowing down, too out of breath to keep it up.
That damn old man from Azalea logging company recognized her. Right in front of her rival, secretly best friend, called her Jack, and told her to take the skirt off.
Jackie was too frazzled to say a single thing. But her rival, Winter, seemed to misunderstand, going at the man with her Glaceon and croconaw, yelling obscenities as she tore through the old jerk's team of farfetch'd and magmar.
But the old man kept going. Kept insisting, drawing attention, and she couldn't take it anymore. And thus, she took off, cloak pulled overhead so she wouldn't be seen by anyone else.
Collapsing in the soft grass, Jackie cried. All this time, all the effort to convince Winter that she was a different person, ruined in an instant. Jackie had liked being this cute, gentle girl that Winter met days ago, instead of Jack, a fumbling boy barely in control of his psychic power, unable to keep a single pokemon listening to him that Winter knew for years as a bit of a failure.
She didn't want to stop being Jackie. But now what? What would her rival think of her? Would she be forced to stop being a girl? Could she ever face Winter again? Or their friends?
Thinking like this was hurting her, but she couldn't help it. For her, she felt it was over.
Jackie had spent so long sobbing, she didn't hear Winter calling for her. She only noticed when Winter’s Glaceon burst through the brush, calling out behind her for her trainer's attention.
Fear ripped through Jackie's heart instantly. She couldn't face her. She felt like a liar. She struggled to her feet, running the other way again.
“Jackie- hey!!” Winter called out.
Jackie kept going. She barely got any oomph left, and she knew Winter would gain on her. But still…
“Im- … s-sorry… that i lied-!” Jackie wheezed, hating the way her voice had sounded since she couldn't control it like this, “I don't… deserve… to be your rival…”
“Ugh, what the fuck are you talking about?!” Winter yelled back, “You're not a liar!”
Jackie could feel herself slowing, her heartbeat in her ears, in her throat, choking her from the run slowly turning to jog. “I… I am…!”
Jackie turned back, attempting to see how much Winter closed the distance on her.
The smaller girl jumped and tackled her to the ground, letting force do the work. To lessen the impact, Jackie instinctively used her psychic power to slow her descent before her head hit the dirt too fast.
Now, Winter was sitting on Jackie's stomach, hands perched on her shoulders. Her purple eyes glared down at the poor, winded girl, comparatively barely breaking a sweat.
“Gotcha… now.” Winter began, softening her voice as best as she could manage, “Whaddaya mean you're lying? This isn't about what that dickhead said, is it?”
Jackie didn't respond, only tearing up again. Slowly, she nodded.
Winter sighed softly. “Jackie. You being Jackie isn't some lie. You being the same person as Jack isn't a lie either - it's like- like how Toto evolved into a Croconaw a little while back. You know? So don't worry about it. Dickhead was the dickhead, not you.”
Jackie whined softly, “b-but at the start… i told you…”
“Ugh, that? The thing about being ‘Jack's cousin’? I know what you said. Back then, I rolled with it, but I knew it was you. Trust me, I wouldn't share my clothes with a girl I don't know.” Winter explained. “I won't be mad if you go back, or if you want to keep being a girl. You're my best friend, and it'd be stupid of me to force you either way. So quit cryin’.”
At this, Winter pulled a sleeve over her finger, and gently wiped the tears away from Jackie's cheeks. Jackie felt a bit more calmed down, her mind starting to stop racing.
“Okay…” Jackie replied. “C…can you keep the secret, still? Just go with that story for anyone who knows us…”
“Yeah, sure.” Winter replied. She sat back, looking up at the sky. “You know. I've kind of had my own secret evolution…thing. If I'm keepin’ yours, would you keep mine a secret, too?”
“Secret? S-sure…"Jackie answered.
“Thanks.” Winter said. “Just… try not to be afraid. It freaks me out. Bet you'll pass out or something, hehe.”
At this, Winter began to reveal her secret. She closed her eyes, and drew in a deep breath. In a shimmer of silver light, a horn appeared at the part of her hair, protruding from her forehead. Her light blue hair grew dark at the tips, and her freckles were now a similar silvery-blue as the horn on her head. From her back, silver wing-like appendages formed, with 2 deep blue claws at the end of each.
Now, Winter leaned forward, holding Jackie's head in her now-clawed hands. She opened her eyes, and instead of their usual beautiful purple, they were now a bright, glowing red. Jackie felt frozen under her gaze. Her heart picked up once again.
“Well?” Winter asked. Her voice was unusually quiet, near a whisper. She leaned in a bit more, to make sure she's heard. “They've been growing since I was 14, or at least that's when I noticed it… the horn can't break, and my hands can't grip my wings much. I can't speak up like this, but I think that's because another voice is growing in, too. I'm… not that human anymore, I don't think. But I can hide it. Isn't it scary?”
Jackie stared at her, taking in the details. Winter stared back. Winter began to back off, but Jackie grabbed her by the jacket, pulling her closer again.
“What're you…?” Winter muttered in confusion.
Then she saw it - Jackie was all flustered. Was it from the running? It couldn't be…
Jackie wanted to scream. She wanted to yell at winter and tell her she wasn't scary at all. She loved Winter, and always appreciated her support. No matter what - they'd be there for each other! Always!
But also? Also, Jackie really wanted to kiss her. Well, Jackie always wants to kiss Winter. And especially now! She was extra gorgeous with wings and a horn!
Midori had decided to take the children to the park while she continued her knitting. She watched them as they played together in the sand, already noticing some nuances of their character.
Miharu seemed the more serious and adult of the triplets.
Tsukito was the one who became most attached to people and had a constant fear of losing.
Hotaru that she knew how to trust the people she knew how to trust and that she loved to be cuddled.
Midori lowered her head and resumed sewing her latest creation for a demanding customer, who had requested a shirt decorated with Mount Fuji and the flowers of a Japanese plum tree. She was trying to be precise in making the plum blossoms because she wanted everything to be perfect.
After making some plum blossoms, Midori looked up and saw that Miharu was no longer playing with Tsukito and Hotaru.
"To concentrate on work, I lost my daughter!". Midori exclaimed as she stood up and left her shirt and all of her gear behind, "I have to find her before I lose her forever."
"Tsukito!". She ordered her son "Keep an eye on Hotaru and the sewing equipment while I go look for Miharu."
"Okay, mom!". Tsukito raised his hand as he continued to make sand castles with Hotaru.
Midori used her Bakaneko scent to look for Miharu who was near a blooming wisteria tree and the little girl was trying to pick her petals.
"Miharu! I was afraid I lost you!". Midori observed the small flowering tree and how the little girl turned her interest towards those outside.
"Sorry mom...". Miharu turned to look at Midori "I smelled a delicious scent and I wanted to see the flowers that produced it." The child
"You should have warned before leaving!". Midori scolded her daughter then she repeated "I was afraid I lost you!".
"Next time I'll let you know, Mom!" Miharu gave the petals she had collected to Midori.
Midori noticed how her daughter still seemed not to be four years old, but much older. Bakaneko wrapped her arms around her and peppered her with kisses before walking back to Tsukito and Hotaru.
This is Hector and Ari lmao (yay) they don't care much abt being lost they're too busy being spicy.
Tw: suggestive content, well actually there is a blowjob at the very end just not described very in detail at all
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I found the Devil
I found him in a lover
And his lips like tangerine
In his color coded speak
Ari’s never been very good at directions, but Hector is something that’s guaranteed to make him an awful lot worse at it. Ari should really have been making sure they knew which way was the way back, but he was too busy complaining and staring at Hector’s arse.
“How come you don’t know where we are?” Ari points out. They’re on Petalam Haven, the biggest island in their archipelago, on the edge of woods. It’s dark and empty and Ari can see the city lights, but he can’t remember where their hotel actually was. He’s distracted, and he’s bad at directions as it is.
“What, are you in a rush to get away from me or something?” Hector answers, always calm in a crisis. “I think we need to just walk back in an East sort of direction.”
“It’s a fucking city not the Scottish Highlands what are we talking about East for.”
“Fucking hell.”
“I’m just saying!”
Ari doesn’t even have any idea how Hector can tell which way is East or West or anything. He knows it has something to do with the sun but it’s almost midnight and there is no sun.
Ari sighs and pulls out his compact, checking himself in it, since Hector seems to have taken it upon himself to have a break. He’s leaning against a tree and sipping from his bottle of water, and he looks so beautiful, and he’s so effortless.
For a moment, Ari just gazes at him. His hair is pushed back by the sunglasses Hector wore earlier when the sun was out. He’s in white jeans and a black button-up and his earring is a little gold hoop. To Ari, he’s the most perfect person in the world. In an imperfect way, in an infuriating, awful, horrible way. Hector is everything Ari could ever want, and the thought of the two of them never having met—of someone else getting Hector, of Hector living his life unaware of Ari—drives Ari absolutely mad. Because he needs him.
“Come here,” Hector says, when he picks up that Ari is just staring at him. Like an idiot, really, but Hector stares at Ari all the time, so they’re equal. Ari puts away his compact and walks over immediately.
“Bossy bitch,” Ari says, walking into Hector’s arms. Ari’s not sure Hector was actually asking for a hug or asking to hold him, but it’s what Ari wants. Ari needs the affection.
“You like it.”
Hector always wears too much cologne. Ari finds it sexy, for some reason, and he loves the cologne that Hector wears, but it might just be because he associates it with him so strongly. He associates with sex and he associates it with being loved and it makes Ari want to bury his face in Hector’s neck forever and use that alone to convince himself that he is loved. Somehow, maybe, the cologne could do that for him.
“You look so beautiful,” Hector murmurs, and Ari smiles a bit and scoffs.
“I know what I look like,” Ari answers, but he’s pleased anyway. He could be told he’s beautiful a million times and never get sick of it. He wants to be beautiful. “Do you not care that we’re lost?”
“Not right now.”
“I’m not shagging you in the woods,” Ari says, running his hand over Hector’s shoulder, feeling the firm shape of it, moving his hand down to Hector’s arm and feeling the muscles, feeling it move beneath his touch. Ari’s eyes follow his hand, and he can feel Hector's eyes on his face.
“Are you sure?” Hector’s tone has gone playful. Always worrying. Ari can find him very charming when he’s just trying to be sweet. It makes Ari love him more, and that leads to sex if they’re in the woods or not.
“You know I’m not. I didn’t on Mallmer and I won’t now.”
“But we’re on the edge of the woods.” Hector’s hands, still wrapped around Ari, are on his back, and Ari can feel his fingers gently pulling up the fabric. “It’s not really the same thing, is it? We’re on holiday.”
“I prefer fluffy mattresses to pine needles.”
“You vanilla bastard.”
Hector really has a way of making Ari feel as though he is in some way boring, something that Ari doesn’t generally worry about. He gets nervous that Hector will get bored and go off to find some woman instead and leave Ari all alone. Even though Ari is not boring, and he knows it.
Hector is the wilder one in the relationship though, by all means. Hector’s the one who dirty dances, the one who would get drunk and stand on a table. He’s the one who wants to go out. He wants to have some excitement. He wants to meet people. He wants to drive too fast.
Ari doesn’t want all that. Ari wants to have sex all night by themselves and fall asleep next to each other, wake up next to each other, and have breakfast together. Ari wants to know he’s there. He just wants to be with him.
He lets Hector run one hand beneath his shirt, on his back, gently at first. “Is it cold?” Hector asks softly, and it is, but Ari doesn’t care. He wants to sink into Hector forever. He’ll take his cold hands.
“Mmhmm,” Ari answers, and when Hector’s fingers lift Ari adds, “Don’t stop. I don’t mind.”
“And here I thought we were going to be the nuns of the forest.”
Going on holiday with Hector is a bit of a dream. Ari has Hector all to himself, exploring a new place, they’re never separate and nobody ever interrupts them. They have sex every day and they try different foods and they have conversations, conversations like they used to have when they first got together. Hector tells him things again, real things, not just talking about himself for the sake of it or talking about his opinion on something Ari hasn’t thought about.
There’s that feeling, a feeling Ari is all too familiar with, of being drunk on someone else. Not even drunk on loving them, but just the person themselves. And Ari thinks that maybe right now he’s so trapped within Hector and Hector's world and their silly little holiday that everything else in life is a blur. It’s contorted his reality, and right now there is only Hector. It makes Ari so insanely happy that he can get depressed about it. It’s stressful.
This is how Ari’s feeling, what Ari’s thinking about, as Hector runs his hands over Ari, as Ari returns the favour. There is only Hector, and there is only love, and there is only the feeling of Hector’s hands on his body. And nothing else.
“Hector?” Ari says, his breathing a little heavier now. He feels hot.
“Yes?” Hector answers, but before Hector’s finished the word Ari kisses him. He tastes like the expensive red wine Hector bought them at dinner. Ari likes the taste of red wine better this way. “Mm.”
“Tell me, tell me you love me.” Ari struggles to get the sentence out, distracting himself with kissing Hector, with pressing his hand between Hector and the tree, lowering his hand down.
“I love you.”
“Tell me.”
“I love you so much, baby, you know I love you. You know how much I love you.”
“I love you. I love you. I love you so much.” Ari really means it. With every fibre of his being, he means it. “I need you. I want you, I need you.”
“I know,” Hector answers, and Ari hears him undoing his fly, breath hitching. “Will you get on your knees for me?”
There’s always something about the for me he uses that makes the act of listening to him so much more exciting.
There’s barely any pine needles on the ground beneath his knees, only grass, and in the trousers Ari’s wearing, he can barely feel it, anyway. He wouldn’t care if he could. It wouldn’t stop him.
“Good boy,” Hector says, and Ari’s heart is thudding. But this, he’s done in the woods plenty of times. More times than could ever be counted. He and Hector do this all the time in the woods.
Hector groans softly and his knee is almost hanging over Ari’s shoulder, Ari’s arm around his thigh as his mouth works, and then Hector says, “You know I need you, too.”
But Hector only ever says that sort of thing when Ari’s on his knees.
