darling, have you any kevjeanthea thoughts to spare? i've been going insane since i found out jean was thea's puppy and also their Mailman. i'm in need of your wisdom rn.
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OF COURSE hello darling aerie i hope you're doing well also you know exactly what you're doing referring to jean as thea's puppy don't you. i think i hauve covid....
as of right now i have two ideas which are not really that distinct but cause me great amusement... first i thought about established pro era kevthea and jean ending up in the same team as them (possibly the olympics?) while being a trainwreck himself and kevthea immediately taking him under their wing :) this is like the standard aftg poly fic scenario and i fall for it all the time because it's so GOOD. i think at first kevin's the one who's kind of laying it heavy on jean because he's worried he might do something stupid but thea is ultimately the one drawing jean by the back of his neck and being like you're acting ridiculous. live with us. and he does... AND THEN OF COURSE the evergreen offer of a threesome, the unbearable tension, the constant mistaking of jean as either kevin's or thea's boyfriend, being so close it gets inappropriate. the perfect culmination i think would be a night where they actually do sleep together and jean wakes up under kevin and thea like what the fuck just happened
AND I DONT THINK THEY EVER TALK ABOUT IT. or like define terms. or even boundaries. but it happens and its there and jean is just casually added to their every activity like hes always been there in the first place :) i think theres something just so fun about a dynamic like that for poly ships sorry sorry sorry. jean thinks he's a single man until it's christmas 2011 and he's having dinner with thea's family
my Other idea was well of course the nest-era moment. i was thinking thea has a the boy is mine moment with jean until she realizes that jean has a crush on her too and she's Very flustered about it because it's definitely not what she expected would happen out of this situation. i don't know if it'd change much about canon but i think itd make the scene where kevin takes thea to see jean in tkm very tense >:3 and you know how she was like should i come back? to kevin i think they could do something similar for jean like. finish usc. get a little better. and then we'll come back for you. and they do :3
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been working on the intro (things i always struggle with lmao) to ch 4 of katc, so here's that. it's still rough. but it's something.
Hope County, MT. September 13, 2018. Seed Ranch. 4:35pm.
Sybille should have known that the plane was heading towards John's ranch. There are only so many places in the County that have enough room to land a plane, and aside from Nick Rye’s airstrip, Seed Ranch is the only other property in the Valley that has an actual runway. She’d seen it the one and only time she and Joey had responded to a noise complaint out there.
Someone had reported screams coming from somewhere on the estate. They hadn’t found anything when they went to investigate, and John had even allowed them into his home to assuage any suspicion. She hadn’t been a fan of his squirrelly eagerness — it put her on edge, made her feel like he was hiding something — but with no obvious source to the noise, they’d just written it up as a yowling cougar wandering a little too close.
But as she drove, she couldn't ignore the ball of dread roiling in her gut that the Sheriff’s department failed to save someone that night, and missed an opportunity to stop the Cult before everything went to shit. She flexes her grip around the wheel and eases her foot down on the accelerator until she’s flooring it, speeding towards John’s ranch.
When she had arrived at the airstrip, she’d found Nick Rye pinned down, desperately shooting from his own garage. Just one man against a slew of Peggies. She had circled around the cultists, emerging from the brush to mow them down by shooting them in their vulnerable, exposed backs. Dishonorable, to be sure, but quick at the very least. They never saw her coming, and maybe that in itself is mercy enough for her absolution.
Nick had been grateful for her help. There’s no way he could have held them off all on his own. Not long enough for both him and his wife to escape, anyways, and with their plane in the hands of the Cult, their chances of escaping the county go from slim to zero.
She chooses to help them. Any heavy artillery she can take from the Peggies, the better, and while she’d much rather have that artillery in her own arsenal, she’d also seen just how far along Kim was. The Ryes and their unborn child aren’t safe here, and if they can cross the county lines and call in the fucking National Guard, it just means that this shit will be over sooner.
Which is what leads her here, screeching to a halt right in front of the garish and tacky billboard marking the private road leading to the ranch. It’s sun-worn and fading, but the image of John Seed’s placid smile is no less visible.
We love you and we will take you.
The menacing verbiage has to be intentional. She never gave it much thought driving past it before. She’s seen so many accidentally sinister welcoming signs from other churches — there is something terrifying about the concept of surrendering oneself to God’s love and embrace. But John Seed is nothing if not deliberate in his choice of words. Almost infuriatingly so.
The vein in her jaw throbs as she clenches her jaw. How many years has John had this sign up? How long has he been taunting the Sheriff’s Department — how long has he been taunting the entire fucking Community — laughing in their faces, mocking them while he all but confesses to being behind the kidnappings and disappearances plaguing the County?
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Kiyoshi: Good morning, sleepyhead.
Alfie: Mmm... Five more minutes, please.
K: (chuckles and kisses Alfie) What about no?
A: (sighs happily) I guess I can see your point. No more sleep.
K: Sleep well?
A: Uh uh. Except for the human-shaped radiator who got me nearly overheating in the middle of the night. Had some good dream too.
K: Oh yeah? Was I in it?
A: Of course. Remember when you first came to my house to live? What we did?
K: Pillow fight?
A: Nah, after. In the corridor, of all places.
K: Oh. Those promise rings were so bad quality, I really need to find replacements. Nickel-less, this time.
A: In my dream, you did. With the real thing.
K: You dreamt of us... getting married?
A: Yes. No. Getting engaged. But, yeah.
K: I promise you, we'll do that some time.
A: Yeah?
K: Yes. You and me? It's forever. God, I love you so much.
A: Love you too.
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