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September Scribbles: Day 2 Reimagining of one of my SethKate Fics

So the post season 1 piece that I wrote Please; This Is As Far As We Go was originally going to be a piece I wrote in mirror - One part in Seth’s POV and One part in Kate’s POV. Ultimately I just didn’t feel like I could do Kate’s POV justice so I wrote most of the series in his POV.

Below is the beginning of “Please; This Is As Far As We Go” in Kate’s POV

               Our Father who art….Our Father who art…Now I lay me…Now I lay me…Watch out dear Lord…Watch out… She lost her words to pray. She could only get as far as the first line, but please. I need to pray. I may go mad without my faith…

Prayers were something special to her and she believed in the power of prayer and that God heard her. She had been praying since she was child and it was as normal to her as brushing her hair and as comforting as hug. She always wondered why people memorized prayers and didn’t just talk to God. Daddy let the local AA chapter use the church fellowship hall for their meetings sometimes. ‘God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.’ She remembered her Daddy telling her that sometimes people ran out of their words, but still needed to cry out. She never understood the concept until now as the gravel kicked up from behind the Corvette and Seth gunned the gas to get them away from that awful place. ‘God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can.’

She tried to focus on her breathing, afraid she’d start having a panic attack. ‘courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.’  She felt his hand reach for hers and she let him thread his fingers through hers, his grip was fierce, bordering on painful. She didn’t move, but her eyes focused on their interlocked fingers and her mind wandered to the way Kyle had held her hand. Kyle’s grip was lighter and she always felt like she could simply slip away, that was certainly not the case with Seth’s grip, she was not going anywhere. She really didn’t want to go anywhere; she just wanted to be nowhere. ‘and wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time;’

As the road got rough he let go of her hand, but she could feel his eyes on her, watching. He probably thought she was going nuts, maybe she was. They stopped at a gas station and when he told her he’d be right back, she stopped breathing for a moment. She looked at him, knowing she must have looked panicked because he used his quiet calm voice to assure her that he would be right back. ‘Living one day at a time; Enjoying one moment at a time.’ Time was all out of synch, she remembered her momma’s funeral being like that, it was as if it began and ended within the same minute. Seth jumped back in the car, threw a bag of something in the back seat and peeled out of the parking lot so aggressively that she knew he’d robbed the place without asking. She didn’t know that she cared… I mean she did, but this was her choice. She chose to go with him, because he was the only person on the planet that understood… that understood… ‘Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace.’

They both lost their brothers and hadn’t lost them all at the same time. A chill ran down her arm, it seemed suddenly darker. Had they run out of daylight somehow? She couldn’t have lost that much time and even if she had, they couldn’t be outside at night. She was sure that Seth had a gun, but she had nothing to defend herself with. She whimpered as the rain poured down through the open sunroof with Seth cursing and growling as he finally got it closed. The blood trailed down her face, she could taste the sickening, copper odor in the back of her throat. Under normal circumstances, she would have wiped off, but she deserved this, deserved to look like the killer that she was.

Seth was staring at her like she was some kind of monster like she was one of those things. He bailed out of bailed out of the car, what was he… He jerked her from the car and started screaming at her, something about Eve? She couldn’t make it out between the rain and the hum in her ears, but suddenly she realized that he might be saying goodbye, that he was trying to leave her.

She threw her arms his neck and started to sob. He couldn’t leave her, she was alone. She was all alone and even though he caused it, he was the only one that understood….

She felt his arms wrap around her as he whispered her name. “Kate…”

“Please.” She pleaded into his neck, he was so warm in contrast to the cold rain. “Please, don’t leave me. I lost everything.”

Happy September! Love to my Loves!!!

[sandalaris]

sethkate mini fic! Any of them lol, but if you need it narrowed down more 5,11,14, or 16?

There’s a good chance this is more pre-SethKate than full on romance, but here we go! XD

5. things you didn’t say at all/16. things you said with no space between us

Post-season 3. The “no space between us” us more metaphorical here than physical based largely on my own headcanons on what all Kate got through Amaru’s killing touch on others.

He finds her outside, sitting on the hood of one of the cars they’ve collected. 

It’s too early to be morning, the eastern sky devoid of any color even as it slowly lightens. The time when Seth’s usually long gone to bed and left the remaining hours of night to his brother and the rest of the vampires. But Kate hasn’t quite adjusted to being back, being human, again. Up for too long before her body crashes, not yet able to recognize the signs of exhaustion until it’s too late.

“You just get up?” he says as he comes around the side of the car, desert dirt shifting under the slippers he stole from Richie in a steady crunch that marks his path.

She shifts slightly, glancing over her shoulder at him in a way that he can’t tell if it means he startled her or she already knew he was there, before she softly shakes her head.

He flicks his gaze over her, notes the soft sweep of shadows just starting to crawl beneath her eyes and the lack of tension in brow. 

“Gonna be a hellava sunrise.” He doesn’t know why he says that, hip pressed against the edge closest to where she’s sitting, her legs pretzeled on the hood and elbows on her knees, like she’s thinking. Like she’s been here a while and he’s intruding on this bit of quiet she’s carved out for herself in the midst of their hectic lives. 

Normally he’s good at this, knows how to fill the silence with long lines of bullshit, an outward distraction for the too crowded minds of those closest to him and a way to keep his own thoughts from spinning off when he needs them close. Can’t keep his mouth shut more often than not, landing his ass in hot water and coming out the other side bloody and bruised because he never learned when to bite his tongue and let shit slide. But the words he wants won’t come, crowding behind his teeth until he can’t distinguish one from the another but unable to be pushed out either. She’s got him all tangled up this morning, sitting on a dark car that looks too close to one from another life while wearing pale blue pajama pants and one of her brother’s band shirts, unnaturally red hair tugging around in her with ever shift of the wind. 

There’s a twitch at the corner of her lips, soft and sweet and real, and something inside him hitches slightly.

“Is that why you’re up?” she asks, a tease just peeking out through her words. “To see the pretty sunrise.”

“Not a chance,” he shoots back, flashing his teeth on a mocking grin, body angling itself so he’s facing her more fully. “I’m heading off to bed, which is where all good little boys and girls should be right about now.” 

He freezes, breath catching in his throat, the possible invitation in his words suddenly loud and clear to his ears as she looks at him, feeling all the more like a pre-pubescent kid caught trying to feel up a girl for the first time by the knowing glint in her eyes. It dies suddenly, the beginning of concern just starting to take its place before something worn and nearly apathetic takes its place.

“Doesn’t that mean you should be staying up,” she manages, voice light despite the slumping of her shoulders. His breath leaves him in a loose chuckle, half-disappointed and half-relieved even as something twists uncomfortably. 

“You sayin’ I’m no good?” he murmurs, leaning forward even as his mind flips down a different path.

“You are who you are,” she says, a weight behind her words that has him straightening, studying her a moment in the growing light before looking away. The silences stretches, heavy with things he’s not sure he’s ready to face just yet. Those pieces of Amaru and the months Kate was away still sticking to the bits they’ve managed to scrounge together, stubborn in its refusal to stay dead and buried in the past. Reminiscent of when a different serpent queen played mind games with someone Seth cared for. But that was different too, feeling Richie slip through his fingers even as he never left Seth’s side, because for all that Kate is still finding herself once more, he doesn’t feel like she’s gone, like he’s lost her to some gate of hell and the wanna-be goddess trying to fuck the world.

“C’mon,” he grumbles, turning back to the warehouse turned makeshift home and the lure of a warm bed. 

He doesn’t turn to see if she follows.

[ambrosiaswhispers]

Up In The Air

Please have mercy on my unoriginal title, but I added some extra magic.

Merry Christmas to @alwaysupatnight I was your secret Santa. I hope you enjoy this. I had a ton of fun with your prompts. - Strangers seated together on a plane (with some extras) :)

Up In The Air

Long flights had never been his favorite, he wasn’t afraid of flying, but he didn’t like being packed into an overcrowded space that he couldn’t just leave. But the paycheck had been more than worth it. Three weeks, all expenses paid, in Hawaii as an “authenticity expert” showing some Hollywood pretty boy how to pick locks was one way to put his former thief skills to good use. Now Seth Gecko was heading back to Chicago on an overnight flight, eight solid hours in the air, and of course, it was overbooked. He squeezed through the aisle, looking for his seat and to his horror, there was a toddler jumping up and down on the seat next to the one that matched his ticket.

Shit. Maybe he’d go opt for that next flight he’d been offered. Another night in paradise, even on his own dime, was looking far more appealing. His heavy coat was zipped in his carry-on and he put it in the overhead compartment before stepping into the space in front of his seat.

“STANGER!” The red-headed kid squealed out and flattened himself against the window.

He blinked trying to think of something to say and a way to look less threatening.

“It’s okay sweetie, we’re trying to get you switched to sit with me.” A blond woman three aisles back and across the aisle called out to the kid.

He was going to offer to switch himself, he didn’t want to sit in the crowded middle section, but it would be better than this.

“Oh, of course. Noah, come sit with your mom.” Another voice called out and the toddler almost took him out at the knees getting around him. Then the voice was closer to him, “Looks, like I’m your new neighbor.”

To say that his neighbor was an improvement would be a gross understatement. Auburn hair, hazel eyes, and a smile far too bright considering the duration of the flight they were about to take made this trip look less like a nightmare, maybe.

“Here let me, let you get by.”

She thanked him and put her bag in the upper compartment, then slipped into the window seat of their row. “This is way better than a middle seat.”

He nodded and sat down. “Leg room’s a bit better in this row too.”

“I’m not too worried about that. I’m short and I squish pretty easy.” She retrieved her phone from her purse and a set of headphones.

Headphones; he always fucking forgot them. The amount of in-flight purchased headphones he owned was truly and stupidly impressive. He’d deal with it when they got up in the air.

Takeoff went smoothly and after all the inflight instructions, the cabin settled down as the meal was served. His neighbor was quiet and kept to herself, but he didn’t miss her chuckle when he insisted on regular instead of decaf coffee. By hour three he was regretting not having noise-canceling headphones as a baby started crying.

“Here, I have an extra pair.” His seatmate offered the unopened package to him.

He smiled, “Thanks. You’re a lifesaver…” He trailed off.

“Kate. I’m Kate, and you’re welcome. No need to suffer if you don’t have to.”

“Thank you, Kate. I’m Seth.” He extended his hand and she shook it. “Coming back from vacation?”

“Winter break. I was supposed to fly back with my friends yesterday but the flight was overbooked.” She sighed, “Sleeping on the floor of the airport was not fun.”

“They left you?” He was instantly annoyed. How do you leave someone behind like that?

“Oh I didn’t mind, they were a couple. It was kinda nice to get a break from them.” She laughed. “I didn’t realize they were going to basically ignore me the entire trip, but at least I got a lot of great pictures and some good video clips.”

“The island is pretty for sure.”

“The lighting was incredible. You don’t get colors like that in rural Texas. And Chicago is so urban, which has its own lighting charm, but that much light and the vibrancy of the colors in the flowers and animals - it was beyond what I could have imagined. I think I have my new junior project for the end of the year.” She excitedly explained then bit her lip. “Sorry, I got carried away.”

He chuckled. “No worries. Photography student, I take it?”

“Film. I want to get into lighting design. There was a movie being filmed on the island, I tried to sneak a peek from the sidelines but no such luck.”

“They were shooting indoors all last week.” He informed her before cursing. “But since I signed an NDA we could forget that I mentioned that.”

She pretended to zip her lips, “Consider it forgotten, but off the record…”

They spent the next few hours joking back and forth about the ‘hypothetical’ film sets he’d been a part of rating the accuracy of various criminal activities. He ordered a drink and let her have half since she was shy of her 21st birthday and they shared the trail mix she pulled out of her purse.

At some point, he must have dozed off because he woke up when the lights in the plane came back on. Kate, however, was still sleeping leaning on his shoulder. He smiled and closed his eyes, enjoying the calming effect she had on him. That was rare for him, he didn’t calm down around many people. Rough childhood caused trust issues or so his therapist kept telling him.

The plane started its descent and she jumped awake with a gasp, but he squeezed her hand, “Just landing, nothing to worry about, Princess.”

“Oh, I’m a princess now?”

“You charmed me for eight hours, that’s Disney level magic.”

She laughed and didn’t pull her hand away from his, “I’ll have to learn to play the ukulele and start singing to the woodland creatures.”

“I’m sure your voice could charm them into helping you clean.”

He stood up and reluctantly let go of her hand, grabbing her carry-on and his. “You have to go to baggage claim?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Yup.” They got off the plane and into the jet bridge, the bite of the Chicago winter hitting instantly.

“Brrr. I didn’t miss this.” She kept pace with him and as they got into the airport the windows gave a view of the winter storm swirling outside. “Ugh. It’s gonna be a pain to catch a cab in this.”

“I have a car. My brother dropped it off in the parking garage. I can give you a ride if you want.” He unzipped his carry-on and pulled out his coat.

“That’s so smart, I packed my coat in my checked bag.” She commented, “I mean, if you don’t mind, a ride would be great.”

“That’s settled then.” He smirked, “Breakfast is on me.”

“How do you figure?” Kate rubbed her arms.

“You shared your snack, it’s only fair.” He explained and held out his coat, “Here, until we get yours. You look cold.”

“And they say chivalry is dead.” She teased as she put her arms through the sleeves.

“Chivalry nothing, I’m trying to get a breakfast date with a princess. I don't get that chance too often.”

“Oh I see…”

It was a little silly fluffy thing. But I really hope you enjoy it.

[ambrosiaswhispers]

September Scribbles: Day 9 Fanfiction: Kisa and Richard

So before I jump into this piece I know that there are a lot of strong opinions about Santanico/Kisa and I do understand why. Here are some of my thoughts on her

One thing on my mind about her: Why are we more forgiving of male character’s bad things than female ones?

I don’t like everything Kisa did – there was a lot of manipulation and cruelty that we saw from her in different parts of the three seasons. But here’s why I don’t hate her… think about being a captive for over 500 yrs (there are references to 1000 yrs and 500yrs – so it’s somewhere in there) and how desperate you’d be to escape your prison. 

Then throw in Malvado so now it’s 500+yrs of systemic abuse and rape by someone who’s constantly using the term queen to break you as he’s telling you that he loves you, all while short of killing yourself (which she might not have been able to do) you are still trapped. 

Finally, think about the blood she’s been drinking, or rather who’s she’s been drinking from. In the 3rd season, we see the effect of drinking dark souls is starting to have on Richie, after just a few months. How deeply would you be affected by a steady diet of evil and panic for over 500yrs? Again I’m not excusing the bad choices that she made, but there are some of my perspectives.

This piece itself is based off a moment I alluded to in my Die by Dawn piece (which I will be updating in October) and occurs directly after the events of the Twister.

The Moment I Owed You Everything

She wasn’t an idiot and she’d drank enough blood from humans with modern knowledge to understand how a GPS system worked, so when Richard programmed in an address and started driving, she said nothing. She wasn’t sure how long they drove or where they went, but when they pulled up to an older looking building, Richard stopped the SUV.

“How dangerous is the sun to me?” He questioned.

“You’re newly turned, it’s incredibly dangerous. You’ll want to avoid it completely.” She answered. “How do we open the door?”

He bit the inside of his cheek. One of his memories flashed in Kisa’s mind: he had been trying to crack a safe, but there was so much noise, a woman moaning and the rhythmic thump of a bed against a wall, he had solved the problem by timing his turns of the dial to the rhythm of the activity going on, on the other side of the wall. He was thinking it through.

“There’s a keypad on the door. You’d just need to punch in the code it’s 4784 and then hit the button to open the garage door.” He pointed to the box by the door and Kisa went to open the passenger door. “Wait.” He shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to her. “Be careful.”

She wanted to scoff and refuse the jacket because she could focus and protect herself she was strong enough and old enough to survive a few moments in the sun, but the genuine concern in his eyes stopped her. So she nodded, accepting the garment and covering herself with it as she followed through with what Richard had told her to do. The building was old and mostly empty, but it was dark from lack of sunlight. She turned on the light as Richard pulled the SUV into the building and she closed the roll-door behind the vehicle.

Richard climbed out and looked around explaining that this was a safe house that he and Seth had used after a job once. That it was off the books and good place for them to rest until the sun went back down. He was talking about something, but the dread of where she was, was settling in. She was in his territory, she was in a place that was his and she owed him.

She was in his debt. She had cost him everything he had ever known. She had toyed with his sanity, caused him to take a life and cost him… cost him his brother. Another of his memories flashed in her mind this one of Seth laughing and hollering about how it was going to be the two of them until the end of the line. Richard had been so happy in that moment, so content, so at peace. She had cost him that.

She owed him her freedom. The last time she’d attempted to free herself it had gone so terribly wrong. The consequences had been…severe. Two years in a cage so small that she couldn’t stand up or even more, with barely enough blood to keep her alive and all she’d wanted was death. It had taken her months to recover and Malvado had been there for every moment, his forsaken hands on her body reminding her of how much she owed him for allowing her to breathe.

She couldn’t be there again. She couldn’t let someone have that much power over her again. Richard seemed like a such a kind soul, but that would change, once he realized… She needed to distract him. She needed to lull him. She didn’t have a way to get blood here, but maybe if she… It wasn’t like it would be the first time that she’d gone down on her knees.

He was still talking when she paced up to him and smoothed her hand over his forehead. He stilled instantly, his intelligent blue eyes searching her brown ones for her intent. She pressed her finger to his lips to ensure his silence and dropped to her knees, drawing in a deep breath. She forced herself to smile, look seductive, just play the part…

“No.” He was suddenly on his knees in front of her. “No.” He gripped her elbows and pulled her to her feet as he stood up. “You do not do that unless it is your choice. You do not owe me anything. No one should be caged. Santanico…”

A loud boom rocked the building and she yelped without meaning to and a melodic sound began to pound against the roof.

“It’s just a thunderstorm.” He reassured her. “Come look.” He opened the door and the rain was pouring down as lightning flashed in the distance. “One one-thousand, Two one-thousand, Three one-thousand, four one-thousand…” BOOM; again that sound of thunder rocked the building. “It’s pretty close, sounds like a good storm.”

She reached her hand over the threshold of the door and felt the cold rain on her skin. She hadn’t felt rain in so many years. So many years of being confined…

“The sun’s behind the clouds.” He pulled her out into the rain and she gasped in...in joy. This felt like, felt like… “One of my favorite movies is V for Vendetta and in it, one of the characters walks out into the rain to celebrate her freedom.” He lifted her arms up to the sky and she leaned her back against his chest, letting the rain cascade over her face. “Rain is a sign of renewal and rebirth in some cultures.”

“It was in mine.” Her lip quivered and because he couldn’t see it, she let the tears fall from her eyes. “Thank you isn’t enough.”

“I don’t even need that.” He was solid behind her and she let her relax completely knowing that even if it was only for this moment she was free and she was safe.

I like how this one turned out. Her mindset and her emotions. Happy September. Love to my Loves!

[ambrosiaswhispers]

Day 14 Fan Choice

Last day of the celebration. Thought I’d sneak a ficlet in under the wire.

Anniversary Date

It’s five minutes to midnight when he finds her sitting on the trunk of his car out behind Jed’s. He sees her in profile, her face upturned the moonlight highlighting her pale complexion. Her hair is pulled in a messy bun and her arms are wrapped around her knees. He steps up to her slowly, letting the gravel under his shoes announce his presence. She turns to look at him just before he’s next to her and her expression is neutral, but her eyes are red-rimmed.

“You’re supposed to wake me up when you have a nightmare.” His voice is low as he reminds her of the rules that she established a few months ago.

She clears her throat, “Not a nightmare.” She leans her chin on her knees and she looks so small and fragile despite her strength.

He moves in front of her, but refrains from touching her, because she isn’t big on being touched when she’s hurting.

“I met you a year ago today.” She whispers and slides down the trunk, wrapping her arms around his neck as soon as she’s close enough to touch him. “I miss my dad.”

He hugs her tightly against him, waiting for more tears, but they don’t come. “He was a good man, Kate. I’m so sorry about everything I…” He tries to console her, although he’s out of his element.

She shakes her head and opens her mouth to say something, but her cellphone chirps out and she pauses.

“You gonna check it?” He questions, because it could be Scott.

She shakes her head again and lets herself drop to the ground. He’s still holding her in his arms as she looks up at him and her green eyes find his brown ones. “I asked you a question a year ago today.”

“Yeah.”

“That was your answer.” She smiles, but it’s still a little sad. “Been a long year.”

“It’s been ten fucking years in one.” He growls, but presses his forehead against hers. He doesn’t know what to say; doesn’t know where to go.

“Seth?”

“Hmm.”

“Do you still want my company?”

He stares down at her for a moment before making an impulsive decision that he might regret, but fuck it. He cups her face in his hands and presses a soft kiss against her lips, “Yeah, Princess. I want your company. I want your company until the day I die.

Happy celebration folks! Be blessed!! Love to my Loves.

[ambrosiaswhispers]

Could you write Sethkate - she's mad at him because he almost "let" Amaru kill him to touch her, and she would have just had to watch? :( Ends in hot passion-loving kissing!

Whew boy… some of these prompt end up running long. I really like the beginning of it, with her thought process. I’m not completely sold on the switch. I  LOVED this prompt. I hope I did it justice. SethKate for sure. 

Without A Fight (…but there is a fight)  

Sometimes she thinks that they’ve taught her to steal too well.That it’s now often too easy and too second nature. She’s sitting alone on thetrunk of the black Camero with a Pal-Mal that she’d pilfered from Richie packhanging out of her mouth and whiskey-sour that she took from Seth’s desk in her hands. Stealing a thing isn’t a thing. It doesn’t bother her to steal from them and why should it? They stole herfirst. She’s not really angry at them, but her anger is overwhelming on nightslike this when she wakes up from a nightmare.

Nights like tonightwhen she dozed off listening to the boys plan their next job and the next thingshe knew she was waking up to the haunted memories of the last moments of livesAmaru took. Pulling someone's​ soul away from them, that is the type of stealing from which there is no redemption from. She knows on some logical level that she had no control over what Amaru had done, but some nights that knowledge was simply no comfort.

The doctor had been thinking about his wife and children,how he loved them and how he was going to a break his promise to be at his daughter’ssoccer game. The nurse had been thinking about how he was only at this job fora few more days. Manola couldn’t believe that she was dying in front of herlover and she didn’t want Kisa to blame herself. Her brother had been broken; seeing her in the flesh, all his thoughts were consumedwith God’s judgement. Richie’s mindwas a mess: the logical half screaming to fight back, while the rest of wantedto save her. All of them, every soul that Amaru took felt fear and panic; noneof them had wanted to die. But Seth…

When Amaru touched Seth all she felt was devastating guiltand how he deserved this. It wasn’t like the remorse that Scott felt, because hewas still trying to resist, but Seth hadn’t even tried to fight back. He stoodthere and took it, just let her start to kill him… And for what? For the sakeof guilt? For some twisted sense of he’dearned it? Penance? She’d begged him to kill her. She didn’t want to watchhim die or let that twisted demon kill anyone else, but he didn’t even try to stopher.

She throws the glass across the parking lot and it shattered against the pavement. She fights the urge to just start screaming. The backdoor opens and closes behind her and it’s only a single puff of the cigarettebefore she smells gun-oil and earthy aftershave.

“You alright, Princess?” He leans against the car, closeenough to, but not quite touching her.

She flicks the cigarette way and watches it snuff itself outon the wet pavement. “Peachy.” She’s trying to remember all the relaxationtechniques that she’s learned over the past few months so she doesn’t explode.Her ears feel hot and she’s still thinking about screaming consequences bedamned.

“Yeah you sure sound like it.” He huffs, because he hatessecrets, hates it when he doesn’t know what the people around him are thinking.“You take my drink, just to break the glass?

“Take it out of my cut.” She growls.

He arches his eyebrow, “What the hell is up your craw?”

“Nothing. I’m allowed to be mad.”

“Okay. So what the fuck are you so pissed about?”

She grinds her teeth together. “You.”

“Me? I didn’t do anything!” He pushes himself away from the carand looks up as rain drops start pinging on the cars in the lot.

“That’s the problem.” She folds her arms over her chest.

He looks agitated, “I’m not playing this game. I’m notplaying the pronoun game where you say something cryptic and then we play twentyquestions until you finally tell me what’s got you so pissed. You want to tellme; then tell me.  We need to get insidebefore this damn rain hits us. Come on.”

Lightning illuminates the parking lot and the rain startspouring down on them. He grabs her hands and jerks her off the car, trying todrag her back into Jed’s, but she resists. She doesn’t want to go back inside,she’s angry and she doesn’t care about the rain.

“I’d rather play in the darkness, thank you.” She snipspulling her hands away and planting her feet. There’s this rush in herears, screaming at her to push all of his buttons. Make him pay for all thepain he caused her, so she picks words that’ll bring up bad memories.

He advances into her space, much like he did in thoseMexican motels, when she’d challenge him and he’d reach by her to collect hisdrugs. This time his eyes aren’t angry, there’s almost a softness to them as hegets so close she can feel his body heat, despite the chill of the rain. “What iswrong? What didn’t I do? You gottatalk to me.”

She has to look up when he’s this close, he’s got a fewinches on her and it used to intimidate her, but those days are long gone. “Youwere going to let her kill you.”

“Who? The guard at the bank? She never even touched her gun.I had…”

“Amaru.” She digs her nails into her palms, she hates sayingthat name out loud. “You didn’t even resist when she tried to try to take yoursoul. You were going to let her kill you.”

He blinks and whether it’s from the rain or her words sheisn’t sure. “It’s not like I knew what was happening.”

“Bullshit.” She calls him out, jamming her finger into hischest. “You felt exactly what she was doing and were going to let her. I couldhear you, thinking some twisted idea about how you deserved it.”

“I did. I did deserve it.” He growls looming over her now,but not touching. “All that shit I put you through. I deserved…”

“Well I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve to watch youdie. You think I wanted to watch that?” He steps back slightly but sheadvances back into his space, not letting him get away. “Do you have any idea howthat felt?!? Her laughing in my mind about you being a sacrificial lamb! Do youknow what it would have done to me to watch you die? How my heart would havebroken…”

His hands are suddenly buried in her hair and his mouth ison hers insistent, demanding more with every inch he takes. The rain ispouring down now, but she barely feels it. All can she feel is his heat. He’s alive and he’s here. She grabs histie to pull him closer and moans as he forces his tongue into her mouth,deepening the kiss. One of his hands leaves her hair and grips her hip, pullingher flush with him while he backs her up against the car. She gasps as his mouthfinds her neck, biting and mouthing his way down as one of his hands slipsunder her shirt.

The rain is soaking them, but she doesn’t care. She wantsthis…She just wants. She’s achy and needy and her body feels so raw as hepours all of his energy into her like a electricity. She’s hot and cold all atthe same time and she just doesn’t know what to do with all of it. She’s hungryand there’s this overpowering emptiness that needs to be filled. She wants tofeel this, feel him. How can she be mad at him one moment and letting him gropeher the next. Maybe she’s just going mad. Richie told her once that love is the ultimate insanity and the cure for it all wrapped up together. All she knows is that she needs Seth and everything he’s giving her. She digs her nails into his shoulder as she pushes herself back up on the trunk.

“Tell me to stop.” He snarls against her ear, there’s a low,dangerous quality to his voice that she forgot he had, but instead of scaringher it makes her grind against him. She wants all of him, the dangerous part,the gentle part…she wants all of it. She wants him. “Tell to me stop, Kate.”

She doesn’t.

Great prompt so much fun! Thanks for it, anon. Love to my Loves.

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Kate + Seth + puppy !!!!

I’m not sure this turned out exactly how I wanted, but its a little fluffy SethKate thing, with a puppy. Thank you for this prompt, I’m so sorry it took me so long. I couldn’t decide what I wanted this to be.

Four Paws and Four Walls

It had been two years and nine months, since they’d bothwalked out of the Twister. Two years ad nine months, since he’d answered yeah,when she asked him if he wanted some company.

It had been two years, five months and two weeks since he’dleft her on the side of the road. Two years, five months, and two weeks, sincehe’d made one of worst decisions of his life, while she stood alone with herfriend’s blood painting her face.

It had been two years and six months, since she died. Twoyears and six months since he’d mourned and buried her, while she’d beenwrestling with the devil in the desert. 

It had been two yearssince Matanzas. Two years since he asked her if she wanted some company on thechurch pew she was sitting on, eye make-up making black streaks down her face.

It had been one year and nine months, since the first LosTres Geckos bank job. One year and nine months, since he’s heard the smirk inher voice when she told the teller to ‘be cool.’ 

It had been one yearago, since he caught her playing with a puppy in a farm store, while Richie waslooking for tools. One year, since he promised that when he found them a placeon the beach, he’d get her dog.

The memories are running through his mind on fast forward ashe struggled with the bow on the little grey puppy’s collar. “Hey pal, you ain’tmaking this easy on me. Settle down, will ya.” He knotted the bow and set thedog on the ground outside the office, where Kate was settling the books for Jed’s. 

The puppy sat down and wagged her tail, looking at himcuriously. He knelt down and pointed to the inside of the office, “Go in there.Go get her.” He whispered. The puppy continued to look confused at him cocking her head to the side. Servedhim right for getting her a damn mutt from a shelter instead of a pure-breedwith papers. Kate deserved better than a throw-away dog, just like she deservedbetter then him.  

This was a shitty idea.He moved to pick up the dog, but she scampered away from him and into theoffice.  Fuck.

Kate looked up at the sound of the puppy’s nails on the tilefloor and gasped in delight. “Oh my gosh.” She dropped down to the floor andgathered the puppy up in her arms, “Where did you come from? Aren’t you themost perfect little girl? Look at your pink and black bow such a stylish girl.” 

The puppy wiggled in her arms, trying to lick her face. Kate was laughing andcooing over the dog, “What’s on your collar, huh? Is your name on your tags?This is key, that’s a silly thing to have on your collar. Who put that there?”

He dared to lean in the doorway and cleared her throat. “Hey.”

“Hi.” She smiled up at him, as he lowered himself down tothe floor next to her and the puppy, who immediately started licking at hisfingers. “Seth, where did she come from?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “I picked her up from theshelter. If you don’t like her…”

“I love her! Look at her face.” Kate rubbed the puppy’sears, but questioned, “Why is there a key on her collar?”

“I promised you a dog, when I got us a house on the beach.” Hewinced as Kate squealed and threw herself into his lap. He grabbed her hips reflexively,to steady her, smiling as she leaned down and kissed him.

The light reflected off her diamond ring, as she ran herfingers into his hair and deepened their kiss. “So when do we hit the road?”She scooped up the puppy and held her between them, “Misty want to see her newhome.”

“Oh Misty wants to see it.” He smirked.

“Yeah.” Kate moved to kiss him again, but Misty put herselfbetween them, licking both of their faces.

Seth tried to look threatening, but failed miserably, “Listenhere Misty, you get in the way of that and you’ll be living with Richie.” 

Hope you enjoyed it. Love to my Loves!!

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What Makes Us

I am a multi-pair shipper in the FDTD universe. I support SethKate, Kitchie and the OT3 pairing and I will always tag my pieces warn ya’ll so you’re not caught off guard. I will also always leave notes like this in front of the stories so you know what you’re getting into. That being said... I will not take any hate here about what pairing I write about. I tag and warn, so please start your drama elsewhere.

Now that that is out of the way. This piece is Kichie or RichieKate, however you want to tag that. I really hope you guys like this. It is also dedicated to @kitchiefiction, because of all the wonderful writing!!! I really hope you like it!!

The weather was miserable outside: wind howling and snow-sleet mixture hitting the windows. The cabin had been his idea, but it shouldn’t have been this cold in November. He and Seth spent a lot of time here when they were younger; it had been Eddie’s…Lots of good memories in this space, even if they were a little bittersweet now. Richie was miserable buried under two blankets, wearing multiple layers of clothes and planted in front of the fireplace, the door opened and closed quickly, but the breeze invaded his space.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He growled not looking up; Seth could have used the back door, which would have not let…

“Not lately.” Kate laughed out, as she stomped the snow off her boots.

He looked up at as she stripped off her snow gear, “Sorry, I thought you were Seth. It shouldn’t have been this cold, this early in the year and I can’t get warm.” He grumbled. Her cheeks were bright red from the elements, but she was smiling. “Did you have fun, Kate?”

“So much.” She checked her phone that she’d left on the counter in the kitchen, before walking into the living room. “Seth’s probably not coming back tonight.”

He arched his eyebrow, silently questioning.

Kate winked, “I’m a good wing-man. We met a cute girl, while he was teaching me to ski and I may have loudly called him brother multiple to help him out.” She tugged at her top. “I’m soaked. I’m gonna change real quick, then I’ll come warm you up and tell you about it.”

“I’ve seen you help Seth, run-game, as he calls it. And I still can’t decide if it’s endearing or disturbing.” He untangled himself from the blankets and added another log to the fire. “You want a glass of wine?”

“Water’s good. I’m probably a touch dehydrated.” She walked out in shorts and a tank-top, with an envelope in her hand. “Did you know there was a hidden compartment in that dresser?” She handed up the worn envelope, “I found that and I know the rule is finders’ keepers, but I think it’s pictures, so that might be an open-at-my-own-risk kinda thing.”

He traded her a bottle of water for the envelope and lifted the flap carefully. He and Seth were teenagers in this house, it really could be anything. “It’s worse than you were thinking.” He showed her the picture of himself, Seth as children sitting with their mother.

“Awe!” She snatched the picture from him. “You guys were so adorable. You were what a year-old? Wow, Seth looks so much like your mom, but you’ve got her eyes.” Kate’s expression was excited, but soft as she examined the photo in her hand.

The pictures were all more of the same, a few of them Eddie was in, but none of Ray. The last picture was Jane Gecko in profile, Richie on her shoulder, sun setting in the background, and an expression nothing short of pure love on her face. Kate held onto the last one as he shoved the rest of them back into the envelope. He held his hand out for the last picture, but Kate was slow to hand it back, fingers lingering on his hand as she returned it.

“Come on, let’s sit by the fire. You’re freezing.” She tugged him back into the living room. They sat in front of the fire, Kate settling herself on his lap.

He sighed and wrapped his arms around her, her body heat making him feel better then he’d felt all day. A log cracked in the fire and he thought he should break the silence, talk about something.

“Were Eddie and your mom close?” Kate asked as she relaxed into his hold, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I guess. I don’t remember her much. Seth’s got a few memories, not that he talks about her. I was too young when she ran out. I only remember her crying, and seeing her in pictures.” He tried to keep his tone neutral; his mother was not his favorite topic. He never understood why she left him and Seth with Ray. She knew what he was and she still abandoned them.

“I think Eddie loved her.” Kate’s voice was a near whisper. “That last picture, the way she was framed in the light and that smile on her face.”

He didn’t say anything. He wasn’t mad at Kate, but this was not something he wanted to talk about. He kissed her temple. “Maybe, but she was loyal to Ray, even if she shouldn’t have been.”

“You always call him Ray. Why is that?” Her fingers were picking at one of the buttons on his shirt.

“Because I didn’t want him to be my father. I didn’t want to be the son of a hooker and a worthless drunk. I wanted to be from something better. I wanted a father, who actually gave a shit about me and my brother. I wanted Eddie to…” He needed to move his hands so he grabbed her hand and squeezed it. He took a deep breath, “When I was twelve, I couldn’t sleep, and I saw this infomercial for a mail-away DNA test. I got it in my head that I was too smart to be Ray’s. I’d seen those pictures from that envelope and I thought I must be Eddie’s, ya know?” He paused and Kate cupped the side of his face, beckoning him to look at her and continue.

“So I sent in Eddie’s toothbrush and did the cheek swab thing…but of course it didn’t match.” He closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against hers. “I was mad for weeks. Quit trying in school, started failing, and Eddie kicked my ass, told me to get my Hal 3000-brain back in gear. I told him he wasn’t my father and that I didn’t need to listen to him.” He cleared his throat. “I apologized later. But I knew what I was…”

“Richie.” Kate’s eyes were full of tears, a single one ran down her own cheek. She wiped it off and kissed him softly. There was something in the gentle way that she loved him, that made his heart break and heal at the same time. No logic to explain the emotional response. “Richie, you are more than your DNA. That doesn’t matter…”

“It does though.” He looked away, frustrated that she didn’t understand.

“Okay so Scott’s not my brother, no shared DNA.” Kate snipped and he shot her a look. “Or want to take it step further, maybe I’m destined to down a bottle or two of pills? I mean, if all I am, is my DNA then...” She tightened her grip on his hand. “I’m being dramatic, but do you see how silly you sound? Families are built on love not genetics, not really. Eddie loved you and that made you guys family. I love Seth and Scott…And I love your very smart, but occasionally very silly ass.”

“I don’t say it often, but I do love you.”

“I know.”

Love to my Loves!

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Sethkate give each other goosebumps, soft caresses

It was hot; Kate could feel her skin burning under the noonsun. The concrete patio and the chlorine from the pool amplifying the noon rays.She needed to get out of the cool water and reapply her sun block. She toweledoff the excess moisture and made her way over to Seth, who was reclined on theoversized lounge chair. She was about to ask for his help, but afterlooking at him closer she realized he’d fallen asleep.

Between the day drinking and the shade it must have beenenough for him to relax completely. She carefully slipped into the chair nextto him, almost touching, but not quite. She watched the rise and fall of hisbare chest, his slightly parted lips, and those dark lashes, she’d kill for,but more importantly he looked at peace.

She touched a single finger to his wrist at the lowest lickof the flame pattern that ran up his arm; experimenting to see if he’d wake up,but he didn’t even flinch. She let her finger trace the pattern up his arm,gooseflesh peppering his skin, despite the heat. She made it all the way to hisshoulder, before he twitched a little. She pausedas her finger brushed his collarbone, when she felt his palm wander up herthigh. His hand was so warm, but goosebumps ran up her flesh, matching his.

“You shouldn’t molest people when they’re sleeping,Princess.”

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SethKate and 36?

36. Being so close that you can feel your lips brush whenyou whisper

The air conditioner hummed softly, the rhythmic white noisehad lulled him to sleep, without his permission. He blinked his eyes a fewtimes to get himself reoriented, remember where he was. His head felt heavy;still drunk? He hadn’t been asleep for very long. His body hurt, like he’d beenin a fight. Oh right, he and Richie had a knock-down drag out when Richie triedto crash the car. He must still be sore from…No, he wasn’t sore from that. Hewas sore from nearly being pulled apart by chains, from fighting fuckingvampires and from Richie biting him in the goddamn neck.

The room came back into focus: dingy walls, dirty bedspread,and the tiny teenager on the bed next to him. She was curled up into his chest,fingers clinging tightly to his wife-beater, even sleeping he doubted he couldbreak her grip. Her hair was still damp from the shower and she smelled likecheap hotel soap. He angled his head just a little, so he could see her face.She let out a small whimper, features twitching; fuck she was having anightmare. He brushed his knuckled down her cheek and leaned closer to her,lips brushing against her hair as he whispered, “Shh, it’s okay. No more bumps, no morescrapes, I promise.” His throat tightened as his guilt and loss prompted a nearly inaudible confession, “I’m so sorry for everything, Kate.”

She sighed, breath warming the crook of neck as she murmuredin her sleep. “I forgive you.”

All he could think was: Youreally shouldn’t.

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Case Of The Ex: Part Three of Three

Ugh.This dissolved away from the original idea which was: an encounter between the Geckos & Kate and Vanessa Styles. That being said, I don’t hate this. It just got off topic. This is definitely SethKate Trash, but I think it’s pretty cute. 

Love to my Loves

Kate closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the edge of the hot tub. The nicest part about this con, was the fact that they were staying at the resort and management had upgraded them to a suite; a really, nice suite, complete with a private hot tub on the patio and an ocean view. She shooed Richie out of the room, knowing he needed to feed before they ran the job tomorrow. She had felt so good about this job, before meeting Vanessa and seeing Seth see her. She’d felt so confident: the manager eating out of her hand, the ease they’d gotten all the info and the way she and Seth…

“Really? How old are you, sweetie?” Vanessa’s voice echoed in her ears.

Ugh. Kate rubbed her temples. She knew Seth was married before, but she never thought she’d meet the infamous Vanessa. And Vanessa was freaking perfect, with her contrasting dark-hair and blue eyes, plus she was tight and curvy in ways that Kate just wasn’t. Vanessa was exotic and Kate was just the girl-next-door. She couldn’t hold a candle to the older woman.

Kate reached for the wine that she’d been drinking, the bottle was cold, sweat running down the glass. She felt a warm hand cover hers, stopping her from lifting the bottle.

“You might want to slow down there, Princess. We’ve got an early call-time tomorrow.” Seth looked amused, less stressed then she expected him to be.

“Nine isn’t that early and it’s just breakfast. Richie’s doing the real work.” She countered, but released the bottle. “I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll grab you some water. You don’t ‘hangover’ well.”

She listened to him walk back into the room and rummage through the mini-fridge. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Tehachapi.” Seth answered back simply.

“The little bank? The one where we found the hard cider mill the night before?” She questioned.

Seth handed her the cool bottle of water and set on the edge of the hot tub. “Yes, that one, when the teller got uppity you told Richie that he should eat her and he started laughing. That whole bit, for the non-culebra informed, sounds kinda rape-y or really twisted. We don’t need that kind of reputation.” He’d lost his suit jacket and tie, leaving him in just the light blue button-up and tan dress slacks. Neither of the boys had been happy about the change-up from their normal dark suits, but when in Rome.

Kate rolled her eyes and took a long drink from the bottle. “’Cause we’ve got such a good reputation to uphold.”

“Yeah, well…” Seth looked out over the ocean and then down at her.

She squirmed under his gaze, she’d been in next to nothing the whole week, but she didn’t feel confident anymore. “So how is your...I mean, how’s Vanessa.”

He sighed and tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear. “She’s leaving tomorrow. Not gonna cause us any trouble.”

Kate looked away from him and bit down on her lower lip, “She’s really pretty.”

“She was never hard on the eyes, but...” Seth cleared his throat, and grabbed her hand. “Don’t worry about her, really. She’s nothing I’m thinking about.” He ran his thumb over her knuckles, “You trying to tell me something?”

“Huh?” Kate looked up confused.

“No ring.” He tapped her ring finger. “You’ll need to put it back on, I mean, at least by tomorrow, when we’re outside the room.”

“Oh, I took it off when I washed my hands, musta left it on the sink. I’ll grab it in a minute, when I get out.” She winked at him, “unless you want to go get it for me.”

His expression was unreadable for a moment, and she couldn’t figure out what she said that was so confusing. Suddenly he jumped into the hot tub with her, one knee on either side of her pinning her in place. He hadn’t bothered to take off his clothes and he leaned into her space, gripping onto her hand. “You want your ring back?”

She nodded; mouth suddenly dry as she looked into his darkened eyes. What was happening right now?

He held up the ring in his other hand, the twin diamonds reflecting the light in their artistic setting. He must have grabbed it before he came out onto the patio. He bumped his nose against hers. “I asked you a question, Baby-girl.”

He angled his face and kissed her cheek, before giving her an uncharacteristically gentle kiss on her lips. He pulled back only enough so he could look into her eyes. His expression was so open, but so ready for rejection. Why on earth would he be thinking that she’d reject him? He was just giving her the ring back for the con. Wasn’t he?

He kissed her again, drawing her out of her thoughts. “You gonna just leave me hanging?” He smiled at her running a finger down her ring finger.

She cleared her throat, “Who’s asking me about that ring?” She started unbuttoning his shirt, slowly her eyes never leaving his. “My fiancé that you’ve been playing or…” She untucked his shirt, awkward to do so with only one hand. Seth’s eyes drifted closed as her fingers found his hipbone. “or is Seth Gecko asking Kate?”

He pressed his forward against hers, brushing the ring over the tip of her finger; when had he gotten that ring into his other hand? He ran his thumb over her cheek, “Katelynn Fuller, do you want your ring back? I stole this for you. And I’m the one asking: do you want it back?” His grin was manic, she could feel happiness radiating off of him, as he slid the ring back onto her finger.

“Seth Gecko, closet romantic.” She cupped his face with her hands. “Thank you for giving me my ring back and thank you for stealing it from me, but I hope you know, you’re never getting it back.”

He kissed her hard and fast this time, hands tangling into his hair. “Good; you keep it. It’ll look good next to the heart you stole.” He tossed off his shirt and switched their positions, sitting on the bench and pulling her onto his lap. “Where’s Richie?” He groaned into her mouth as she ground her hips down on him.

“Dinner.” She gasped back, as he ran a hand up her back, tugging at tie of her bikini.

“Good.”

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Case Of The Ex: Part Two of Three

Here is the second part of this little trilogy. In all fairness I thought Vanessa was such an interesting character and I always felt like she had so much more of a story. I don’t necessarily think that she was good for Seth or they were the best couple - kinda fire and gasoline. But there was real love and loyalty on her part for Seth. I mean she didn’t need to help him escape, especially after he said that whole “We were together; it wasn’t good.” bit. Also she was really worried about Richie hurting Seth - she wouldn’t have given up info to Freddie if she thought Seth wasn’t in genuine danger. Anyways, this is from Seth’s POV. 

Seth’s eyes followed Kate and his brother until the elevator doors closed. “What are you doing here, Vanessa?” He growled, walking with her towards a quieter part of the bar.

“Here in this country, here at this bar, or here not in prison? Which one is bothering you so much?” She flopped down on one of the outdoor couches and folded her arms over her chest.

“Pick one.” Seth sat in a chair adjacent to her; why the hell did she have to pick this resort of all places. Just once; just once he wanted things to run smooth. He knew this job had been going too damn well. Cakewalk job my ass, Richard.

Vanessa looked over her shoulder reflexively before answering,“I know someone who works here, one of Eddie’s…”

“Don’t talk about him.” Now Seth really fucking wanted a drink. She had no right to talk about his family.

Her sapphire eyes narrowed, “Really Seth? Don’t talk about the man that helped me get a decent lawyer so I didn’t do real time? Don’t talk about the man who came to see me at Hilltop, so I wouldn’t hear that you died on the 6 o’clock news? Don’t talk about the man, who I found out was dead when I went to say thank you?” She wiped tears from her cheeks, “I know we didn’t leave things good, Seth, but I cared about Eddie, he was good people.”

He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. “Sorry. I didn’t even know you were at Hilltop, I would’ve…”

“You woulda what?” She scoffed, “You were all too happy to leave me holding up a cop, so you could run back to Richie.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that and Richie needed me. You have no idea the shit he was going through.” Seth waved one of the servers over and ordered a pair of drinks.

“Always about your brother,” She shook her head, “well the preschooler seems to like him, so there’s that. Maybe she’s young enough that all his crazy won’t bother her.”

“Lever her out of this.” He pointed a finger at her, before recovering to smile at the server and tip her for the drinks. “And Richie’s not crazy, so just watch your mouth.”

“Touchy, Touchy.” She picked up one of the drink, and took a long drink before pointing out quietly, “That’s the first time I ever heard you defend someone before Richie.”

Seth was silent for a beat, because he didn’t want to be spilling his guts to his ex, but he felt like he owed her something. “She’s just…”

“Don’t lie to me and say she’s just part of the con. ‘Cause I saw you watch her walk away with Richie…And you never looked at me like that.”

He wanted to say something, but he didn’t have the words. He just didn’t know how to explain to Vanessa how Kate fit with him and Richie and how Kate was glue and not a wedge. That was something Vanessa just wouldn’t understand; she saw the bad in his brother and not the good.

She ran her finger around the rim of the glass. “Ten years, Seth, from start to now. I’ve spent ten years gravitating around you and for what?” She finished the glass and set it down on the table. “I mean Christ is she even legal? She looks like a girl scout.”

He gripped the glass in his hand, “That wasn’t a request to leave her out of this. You got a problem with how we left things, that’s fine, but it’s got nothing to do with her.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose, she always did that when Richie was going on and on about something she couldn’t wrap her brain around. “So what’s the play your running?”

“Bait and switch.” He admitted, “Thought about running the Fiddle, but we woulda needed five and no secret we don’t play well with others.”

“Always the Gecko brothers; always been just the two of you. No real room for me, well other then some recon and an occasional fuck.” She was never once to mince words and she sighed, “It wasn’t all bad. I remember some of it being good.”

She stood up and Seth got up on reflex, the overhead lights softened her features. It made her look like she had in Vegas when they were laughing, falling-down drunk and decided to get married. “Look Vanessa…”

She shook her head, “She just better bake you carrot cake for your birthday.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “I actually hate carrot cake.”

“Then why did you tell me to bake it for your birthday the year we started dating?” She put her hands on her hips.

“Because Richie likes it. I thought, if I could figure out how to get you two to get along, then maybe…”

Vanessa touched his cheek, “I guess I never really got it. Hopefully she can keep up. See you ‘round baby.”

Seth watched her walk out of the bar and turned on his heel to walk to the elevator. God he hoped Kate wasn’t still pissed.

The third part will be from Kate’s POV. I hope you enjoy it! Love to my Loves!!

[sandalaris]

Title: A Lesson in Navigation

Chapter: 1/?

Fandom: From Dusk til Dawn: the series

Pairing: Seth x Kate

Rating: T

Summary: Maybe if her dad had known his limits, had been willing to ask someone other than God for help, her mama would still be alive. But that was then, and Kate’s not her daddy. She knows she’ll never be the one to pull Seth from this hole he dug himself into, but if he won’t do it himself she can at least find someone to do it for him.

aka, the where Sonja and Kate should get along, and in a perfect world they might have, but they both learned long ago the world is far from perfect. It's a miracle Kate didn't snap sooner.

[sandalaris]

Fandom: From Dusk till Dawn: The Series

Chapters: 1/1 

Pairing: Seth/Kate (more pre-SK)

Rating: PG-13 for Seth’s mouth and mentions of sex (not between Seth and Kate). 

Other: canon-compliant, season 2, missing scenes 

Summary: Kate can't just leave things the way they were. Or maybe she just needs the last word. 

aka: the one where they don't see each other again, but they do talk on the phone. And Seth get's his good-bye.

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Pictures and “Tattoos”

So this can be read with any of the ships here. I left it vague on purpose. 

Edit: It could be seen as RichieKate if you choose to read it that way. There is an affectionate moment at the end that I guess would make it seem that way, but it could also be read as gratefulness for a kind word. 

I saw this beautiful idea on Twitter about Richie taking pictures of Kate while they are waiting for Seth. This is short, but I really liked it. Slight language warning but nothing else.

She examined herself with the front-facing camera of her phone tilting her head this way and that, not missing the flash behind her or the bespectacled man holding a camera. He was reclined against the brick wall just enough in the shadow of the buildings to keep out of the direct sunlight.

She smiled into the phone again, knowing with his vision he would see it. “I think it might be a touch too much. Too punk maybe?”

“The wig is a little much.” Two more flashes accompany his calm observation.

She let out a laugh and spun around, keeping her ass on the trunk of the car, and setting down her phone. “The multi-shaded purple wig makes it too much? Not the black barely-here shorts, the purple fishnets, the shirt that states ‘fuck the patriarchy,’ the crazy jewelry, the magnetic nose ring, the six-inch spike boots, or all the fake tattoos you drew on me, but the wig makes it too much?”

“Look up and tilt your chin to the left.” Click. Click. Flash.  Flash. Click. Click. Click. “I think the tattoos turned out nicely. I like the cross with the gun and the snake on your thigh.”

Kate bent her knees out slightly so he could take a better picture of the aforementioned artwork. “I like that one too. Might have to get that one for real.”

“Seth’ll freak.”

“When does he not?” She glanced over her shoulder at the bank. “He’s taking forever. You think he’s alright?”

“He’s fine. Smile.” Kate flipped him off and he chuckled, tapping the button a few times before setting the camera aside so he could light two cigarettes and hand one to Kate. “That was even better. And don’t worry. Seth’s fine. He always takes his time on a first pass when he cases. He knows what he’s doing.”

“So, why am I in the crazy get-up?” Kate took a drag from the Apple-Red, before flicking off the ash.

Richie sighed and refocused the lens of his camera. “You don’t know how to stand out and be forgotten.”

“Huh?”

“Seth might have gone in there dressed normally, but something in his behavior is going be so distracting that they won’t ever remember seeing him. We’ll get you there, but for now – costumes are a must.”

“Do you miss it?” Kate reclined back, exposing her midriff to the burning sun. “The sun I mean.”

“I can see it just fine.”

Click. Click. Flash.  Flash. Click. Click. Click.

“No, I meant…”

“I know what you meant.”  Click. Flash. Flash. Flash. Click. Click. “You are plenty of sunshine in my life, Katie.” His smile was genuine and she beamed back at him. Click. “And that was a perfect shot. Magnificent contrast of your costume and who you really are.”

Kate slid down from the trunk of the car, pacing up to the taller Gecko brother and pushing herself up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “Thank you Richie.”

This was fun. Feel free to read it in the ship of your choice! Love to my Loves!!

[sandalaris]

send your a character impression asks: Seth and Kate if you don't have those already, and Jeff Winger and Annie Edison! ❤❤❤

Seth Gecko

First impression: I think I loved him right off the bat. He’s snarky and quick witted and those are usually the characters I like first. 

Impression now: Not much has changed. I suppose I have more of an understanding for how he handled his demons now compared to my initial reaction to his heroin use. And I definitely think he’s at his healthiest in season three. 

Favorite moment: Oh jeeze, he has so many good ones! I suppose I rather like him in Shady Glen. Just like his whole taking charge of the group and his awkwardly trying to smooth things over when he and Richie busted in guns drawn on that woman and her son. Reminded me of the convo between him and the Dew Drop Inn clerk.

Idea for a story: Nothing new, but I’ve got anther tUA-inspired AU snippet brewing that touches more on Seth’s Bad Ass Normal superpower though.

Unpopular opinion: I don’t know that it’s all that unpopular, but I’m not convinced Seth used again after season two. I’m not convinced he didn’t either, but it’s never been a personal headcanon or something that I’ve felt was a given or anything. I mostly feel that he went back to popping prescription pain pills and probably mixing them with alcohol (not smart) when he was feeling particularly shitty.

Favorite relationship: Probably him and Richie (although he and Kate are a close second.) Their relationship is pretty much the heart of the show and I don’t think I would’ve loved it nearly so much had it not been.

Favorite headcanon: It’s a tie between Seth getting a cross tattoo to represent Kate after season three, and that Seth started questioning his faith after the blood-transfusion-that-shouldn’t’ve-worked. And as a tie into the second one, that he and Kate do not have compatible blood types, something Seth learned after the fact.

Kate Fuller

First impression: That she was a typical, albeit a bit on the mature side, teenage girl, lol. At least for most of season one. I think I probably stereotyped her a bit, because I remember not realizing just how quickly Kate grew unafraid/immune to the Gecko Brothers until my first rewatch.

Impression now: She is so much a “there’s bravery in remaining soft”/”world’s nicest badass”/”do not mistake my kindness for ignorance” character. She has this quiet strength and is unwavering in who she is at her core.  

Favorite moment: Pretty much anytime Kate meets someone new and they inevitably get attached and decide to go to the ends of the earth for her (or they’re evil and decide they want to possess her *cough*Malvado,Tanner,Oculto*cough*)

Idea for a story: I’ve been wanting to write a fairytale!AU, particularly with my favorite fairytale, but it doesn’t fit SethKate all that well. Maybe I’ll just expand on that crack!ficlet I wrote...? Idk. I’ve got too many wips anyway.

Unpopular opinion: I can’t think of one I haven’t named before. I suppose with the increase in purity culture here on Tumblr the fact that I really don’t mind the age gap between Seth and Kate nor do I think it makes any difference if Kate’s underage or legally an adult would count.

Favorite relationship: In show it’s probably her and the Gecko Brothers, but in those inbetween moments I really love her and Scott.

Favorite headcanon: Currently I’m think about how I headcanon that Kate has some lingering muscle memory about swordsmanship from Amaru. Its nothing too exciting, especially since Amaru’s pre-Earth memories -and therefore her memories of learning to use a sword- are fuzzy at best, but her body practiced with one enough during those six months that it falls into place easy enough when she picks up a blade.

Jeff Winger

First impression: Like Seth, he’s that brand of snarky and quick witted that I immediately like. 

Impression now: I don’t know that it’s changed much. I love how the show let Jeff grow but also let him slip back into old habits. People don’t change overnight, and while Jeff didn’t need each lesson hammered over his head repeatedly, he did need to learn not to fall back into his default mode whenever he could.  

Favorite moment: Anytime Jeff shows genuine excitement to hang out with the study group. Like when he showed up early to the apartment for the wedding.

Idea for a story: I’ve had this idea for a while where Jeff never got caught and is an even worse version of himself than he was circa the pilot. And he somehow meets a few (maybe all?) of the study group only they don’t make him a better person so much as he manipulates them into being part of his life as he unwantingly grows attached to each of them. It’s kind of dark for a Community fic, not counting some of the darkest timeline fics, but the idea entered my head one day and has been living rent free there ever sense.

Unpopular opinion: Its mostly unpopular among Jeff/Annie shippers, but I rather like how the Jeff/Britta storyline played out. It makes sense to me that they became friends with benefits and that the sexual tension between them faded as they got to know each other on a deeper level since they were incompatible. Plus, I really like their friendship.

Favorite relationship: I really loved his and Abed’s dynamic at the beginning of the series, but for the bulk of the show it’s a tie between him and Annie (romantic) and him and Britta (platonic)

Favorite headcanon: I fully believe Jeff is demiromantic. Its why he doesn’t think romantic love is real, he so rarely experiences it and only after getting close to someone, something he actively avoids doing, and why he figured that having a friend he gets along with and is sexually attracted to is all that was needed for a romantic relationship.

Annie Edison

First impression: Mainly I just remember not liking her crush on Troy in the first season, lol. I’ve never been that into ships where one side is super obvious and kind of desperate while the other is oblivious and/or sees them as just friends. I was really proud of her when she decided to not let Troy use her grandmother’s blanket (which is coincidentally also the episode I started to ship her and Jeff, albeit mildly at the time) and their friendship later on was wonderful.

Impression now: She’s one of my favorite characters on the show, although on Community I love them all so that’s not saying much, lol. Troy says it best when he says that Annie expects everyone to be better than they are and for herself to be better than everyone.

Favorite moment: I can’t just pick one moment, grr. Fine, the first thing that popped into my head was Annie saying the line about “a C? Why don’t I just get pregnant at a gas station?!” or something like that. Just her absolute insistence that anything less than perfection in herself is some kind of a epic failure in life is just amusing to me.

Idea for a story: I don’t think I really have any off the top of my head that aren’t Community as a whole fics. I’d love to write an AU for the show someday, it lends itself to the concept so well that just about any sort of AU would do. An I still have the FDtD crossover fic that is sitting all messy in my wip folder.

Unpopular opinion: I don’t really care where they went with her character in seasons five and six (I particularly don’t like how it was played for laughs that she started taking pills again between seasons 4 and 5). Her storylines are mostly fine, but I prefer the way her character went in the seasons that came before.

Favorite relationship: I was trying to think of someone besides Jeff, but even not looking at them as a ship I really did love their dynamic throughout the show. 

Favorite headcanon: Annie’s parents where the ones who got her hooked on Adderall, telling her what to say to her doctor to get a prescription or maybe bringing home a bottle themselves, so that she could keep up her perfect grades and do all the right afterschool activities to get into an Ivy League school and make them proud. They were mostly embarrassed that Annie “couldn’t handle it” and tried to quit, saying she needed to try harder and “really, Annie, stop being so dramatic” when she OD’d.