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Rhys and Timothy going into their very first heat! Together!

these are just gonna be drabbles since i got like…10 of them, sorry D:

also i made it rhackothy cause why not

Jack got the text near the end of the work-day, anyway, but he still cut out early and forwarded the rest of the e-mails he’d been addressing to his secretary. Most everyone parted around him as he marched down the hallway and into the suddenly-empty elevator.

He must be radiating alpha hormones like a newly formed sun.  

Though if anybody saw the image that’d been sent alongside the its starting, come home soon daddy 😉 text, they could hardly blame him.

Rhys had been the one to contact him—surprising, considering Rhys usually hit his heat earlier and harder than Timothy did. If he could type, however, he was probably mostly coherent, and the lucid gleam in his eyes from the picture seemed to verify that.

Tim, on the other hand—level-headed, shy little Timmy—looked far gone already. Unlike Rhys, who trained his eyes on his phone as he lifted it high above their heads and snapped a picture with a smile, Tim’s eye-line strayed somewhere off to the left, leaving him to look rather vacant and dumb. His lips were slightly pink and wet with drool, tears pricking in the corners of his beautiful eyes. His freckles were dark against the flush on his cheeks, sweat keeping his tousled hair stuck to his forehead.

Jack’s phone dinged as he studied the picture, another quickly popping up just beneath. He nearly choked on his own saliva, slamming his knuckles against the “Door Open” button as soon as the elevator settled on the ground floor.

The image burned into his mind as he raced to his car. Rhys had managed to get Timothy onto his belly and half-pressed his face into one of the pillows. The omega’s upper teeth buried into the fabric of the case, leaving the yellow dark and wet from his humid breath. Rhys laid atop him, one hand pushed underneath Timothy’s chest to grab at his shoulder from below. Rhys’ lips glued to the side of the other omega’s neck, his eyes again fixed on his cameraphone as Timothy’s danced off into the haze of pleasure.

Jack could practically smell the mingling scents off the picture as he wrenched the door open to his car, slamming it shut behind him as he revved the engine and sped off towards home, where his entangled lovers awaited.

“Gŵyl Ifan”

Rhys watched the fireflies dance in the darkness outside his bedroom window, charmed by the softly swaying balls of yellow-green light. Rhys rested his elbows against the sill, feeling the tickle of warm summer breeze against his cheeks. Thanks to the change in weather, he’d started to leave the windows open to clear the stuffiness out of their bedroom. The sounds of the forest that used to so terrify him now felt a source of comfort, especially with his beastly lover settled besides him on the bed.

After the third slice of fresh-baked blackberry crumble, Jack had mostly forgiven him for the earlier bath. He now lay flat on his back against the blankets, claw curled on his full stomach as he purred to himself. Rhys glanced sidelong at him with a smile, before finally peeling away from the window to join his lover.

Some Midsummer fluff with a bit of worldbuilding for the Hart of Thorn AU 🙂 Enjo!

“You sure you didn’t fall through the blackberry bush instead of walk into it like you told me?”

“No, I didn’t fall into it, it just….I just got stuck is all.”

“Guess that would explain all this…” Rhys smirked as he worked another clump of matted thorns and leaves out of Jack’s damp fur. The spirit fussed and wriggled in the bathtub, water splashing over the rim as he shifted, annoyed. Rhys had dragged the wooden tub outside of the lair in order to use the warm, natural sunlight to help dry his beleaguered lover off, but the shimmering gold filtering through the canopy of leaves above seemed to only aggravate Jack further.

“It was like it attacked me, sugarplum. Stupid plant and it’s stupid frikkin’ thorns,” Jack snarled, clawing lightly at his forearms until Rhys’ carefully placed his hands atop them, submerging his limbs back into the warm, soapy water. Antsy as Jack was, he managed to keep them their, dealing with his anger by staring straight ahead as if he hoped his gaze could light the butterflies dancing about on fire.

He had no such look, so he merely stewed in the bath as Rhys kept fishing the thorns and burrs out of his fur. The omega tossed them aside as he pulled them out, washing the tangled fur they left behind until it was nice and silky.

Rhys had forgone his usual clothing for something lighter, more suitable for the summer weather. He’d taken an old robe and shorn it of its sleeves before hemming it up above his knees to show off his long, pale legs. He liked it like this. He felt freer and less inhibited thanks to the new outfit, though he still blushed as he rubbed his hands over his naked, hairy lover. He would have to save anything salacious for later, though, as Cyrus toddled around nearby, chasing butterflies and stopping to bend down and chat with the songbirds.

“H-Hey, careful with that!” Jack growled as Rhys worked out one particularly stubborn burr. It’d tangled a wavy lock of hair around its whole width, spines nearly pricking the tips of Rhys’ fingers as Jack tugged against it.

“Hush, keep still and it’ll be faster a lot quicker…and then you’ll be able to have a piece of the pie I’m planning to make.” Rhys eyed the basket he’d set down besides the tub, full above the brim with plump blackberries. Jack had thrashed about a fair bit when he’d been stuck in the bush and knocked off a decent amount of fruit, and well—there was no point in wasting so many blackberries when Rhys had plenty of ideas as to what to do with them.

Eventually the omega managed to work most of the knots out of Jack’s fur, washing the remnants of dirt off his body until he felt satisfied enough with his lover’s cleanliness.

“Are we done now?” Jack groused over his shoulder, fangs poking out from his lower lip. Rhys smirked, patting him on the shoulder as he rose to his feet.

“We just cleaned your lair out, mister. You’re going to sit out here and dry in the sun before you track anything inside.”

Jack groaned, even as he crawled out of the tub and slunk down onto a patch of grass shimmering softly in the sun. Rhys tipped out the soiled water before lying down besides him, the cuddling lovers soon joined by Cyrus, eager to show off the blue butterfly he’d caught to his parents.

Rhys watched the fireflies dance in the darkness outside his bedroom window, charmed by the softly swaying balls of yellow-green light. Rhys rested his elbows against the sill, feeling the tickle of warm summer breeze against his cheeks. Thanks to the change in weather, he’d started to leave the windows open to clear the stuffiness out of their bedroom. The sounds of the forest that used to so terrify him now felt a source of comfort, especially with his beastly lover settled besides him on the bed.

After the third slice of fresh-baked blackberry crumble, Jack had mostly forgiven him for the earlier bath. He now lay flat on his back against the blankets, claw curled on his full stomach as he purred to himself. Rhys glanced sidelong at him with a smile, before finally peeling away from the window to join his lover. The bed dipped beneath his weight as the omega crawled atop it, snuggling into Jack’s furred side and resting his cheek atop his chest. He idly traced his fingers in a circle, through the comparatively feathery hairs that thinned out further away from his sternum.  A question stirred in his head, one he’d been entertaining for the entire evening—really, since he’d first rescued a distressed Jack from that thicket.

“You know,” he started, “considering you’re hundreds of years old and a powerful spirit, I half-expected you might be able to win a fight against a blackberry bramble…” Rhys started, mostly teasing but also curious. It wasn’t much like Jack to get caught in something so docile. Blackberry bushes were thorny, sure, but not exactly aggressive.

A low growl rumbled in his lover’s chest, right under his ear. Just when Rhys wondered if he should take it back and try to move onto another topic of conversation, Jack spoke.

“It’s…well…” Jack gestured vaguely with his other claw, his brows furrowed. “I mean…you remember meeting Timmy, right?”

Of course Rhys did. The other spirit had stayed with them for nearly an entire week back in the springtime, bonding with Cyrus and teasing a grumbling Jack the whole time. Honestly, Rhys had grown rather fond of him and felt sad to see him go. Jack had assured, with a little reluctance, that Tim would be visiting again, and Rhys found himself looking forward to it.

“Yes…what does Timothy have to do with your blackberry bush tussle, though?”

Jack’s frown deepened, so he pressed it against the top of Rhys’ head.

“Spring and summer are Tim’s time…remember? He’s out there galavanting at full power right now…meanwhile…”

Rhys took in a short breath.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh’ is right.” Jack’s claws stroked down Rhys’ back, tickling lightly over his spine. “So…while losing a fight with a frikkin’ bush still isn’t exactly my proudest moment, I’m not too surprised it went down like that.”

“I see.” Rhys nodded, the new information swirling around in his head. He’d been told about Jack and Tim’s cycling of power between them, but hadn’t realized just how severe it could be. It would explain Jack’s reluctance to go out into the summer sun, as the season symbolized his annual weakness.

A part of him worried at the revelation—he’d long grown accustomed to Jack’s strength, to the idea that the spirit would protect him and their son no matter what. Though he’d laughed at the entanglement with the bush, he now wondered what might happen should a more serious threat encroach on Jack’s domain.

But it was hard to dwell on such unlikely unpleasantness with the chirp of insects and nocturnal birds from outside the open window and the rise and fall of Jack’s chest beneath his ear keeping him calm. So he smiled softly to himself, and gentled away his fears.

“You know…It was nice to be able to rescue you for once. Feels like it’s always the other way around.” Rhys rolled over slightly, so he could look up at Jack with the curl of a smug grin. “You better watch out. I might overturn your status as a mighty hero.”

Jack smiled despite his dismissive snort, ruffling Rhys’ hair with a clawed hand.

“Watch it. I’m not totally impotent, sugarplum.” The spirit shifted against the bed, another growl—this time more sensual—bubbling up from his chest. “I could show you, if you still have enough energy left over from your daring ‘rescue’ today.”

“Oh, I think I can muster some up.” Rhys smirked deviously as he pushed himself up, straddling Jack’s hips. His loose robe fell down off of one shoulder, exposing his pale skin. He’d started to get freckles there, thanks to the sun and to Jack’s endless delight—and endless kisses. He’d been sporting even more bite marks and bruises than usual as of late. Rhys purred with pleasure as Jack’s claws found his hips beneath his shorn robes, giving them a squeeze that sent a shudder to Rhys’ loins. He rested his own hands against Jack’s chest, sending a sultry look down at the willfully submissive beast beneath him.

“Maybe it’ll be just the thing to help you feel stronger.”

“You sure you didn’t fall through the blackberry bush instead of walk into it like you told me?”

“No, I didn’t fall into it, it just….I just got stuck is all.”

“Guess that would explain all this…” Rhys smirked as he worked another clump of matted thorns and leaves out of Jack’s damp fur. The spirit fussed and wriggled in the bathtub, water splashing over the rim as he shifted, annoyed. Rhys had dragged the wooden tub outside of the lair in order to use the warm, natural sunlight to help dry his beleaguered lover off, but the shimmering gold filtering through the canopy of leaves above seemed to only aggravate Jack further.

“It was like it attacked me, sugarplum. Stupid plant and it’s stupid frikkin’ thorns,” Jack snarled, clawing lightly at his forearms until Rhys’ carefully placed his hands atop them, submerging his limbs back into the warm, soapy water. Antsy as Jack was, he managed to keep them their, dealing with his anger by staring straight ahead as if he hoped his gaze could light the butterflies dancing about on fire.

He had no such look, so he merely stewed in the bath as Rhys kept fishing the thorns and burrs out of his fur. The omega tossed them aside as he pulled them out, washing the tangled fur they left behind until it was nice and silky.

Rhys had forgone his usual clothing for something lighter, more suitable for the summer weather. He’d taken an old robe and shorn it of its sleeves before hemming it up above his knees to show off his long, pale legs. He liked it like this. He felt freer and less inhibited thanks to the new outfit, though he still blushed as he rubbed his hands over his naked, hairy lover. He would have to save anything salacious for later, though, as Cyrus toddled around nearby, chasing butterflies and stopping to bend down and chat with the songbirds.

“H-Hey, careful with that!” Jack growled as Rhys worked out one particularly stubborn burr. It’d tangled a wavy lock of hair around its whole width, spines nearly pricking the tips of Rhys’ fingers as Jack tugged against it.

“Hush, keep still and it’ll be faster a lot quicker…and then you’ll be able to have a piece of the pie I’m planning to make.” Rhys eyed the basket he’d set down besides the tub, full above the brim with plump blackberries. Jack had thrashed about a fair bit when he’d been stuck in the bush and knocked off a decent amount of fruit, and well—there was no point in wasting so many blackberries when Rhys had plenty of ideas as to what to do with them.

Eventually the omega managed to work most of the knots out of Jack’s fur, washing the remnants of dirt off his body until he felt satisfied enough with his lover’s cleanliness.

i’m going to extend the summer solstice fic a bit with stuff exploring jack and rhys’ relationship in this AU, but here’s a fluffy bit of preview to start off!!

a little bit of that high school ABO au featuring a lot of Rhys pining

Rhys was in love with the smartest, most popular, most handsome guy in school, and no one would ever know about it aside from his best friend—and even Vaughn wasn’t supposed to know about his crush. He’d caught Rhys gawking at Jack one day from across the quad and managed to weasel a confession out of him only after he swore on his dental insurance that he would never breathe a word of it to anyone.

So far Vaughn had kept his promise, considering Rhys wasn’t being teased and bullied every day by even entertaining the idea Jack could possibly be interested in him, but Vaughn’s trustworthy silence didn’t solve Rhys’ current predicament. Which was the fact that Jack could not possibly be interested in him and if were ever to try to confess his feelings, that aforementioned teasing and bullying would probably drive him into an early grave—or, more realistically, a transfer to another school.

So he kept himself under control and limited all interaction with Jack to the occasional awkward hello and a scant couple seconds of eye contact whenever they passed each other around campus. Sometimes, Rhys would even get a whiff of the older alpha’s scent, something that thoroughly ruined his concentration for whatever upcoming class he was heading to. He would spent the entire period dissecting Jack’s smell, trying to pinpoint what part of it was natural and whether Jack wore any kind of cologne as his professor droned on and drew formulas on the board Rhys should probably pay attention to, but with Jack occupying his thoughts it was largely hopeless.

He probably needed to pay attention, considering how much trouble he’d been having with the current unit, but he couldn’t help it. His thoughts kept drifting, the other students and the walls of the classroom vanishing until he could only see Jack in front of him, clad in his tight jeans and thin tank top, his customary black and yellow Jack cast over his shoulder and showing off his biceps.

Rhys swallowed, his eyes fluttering half-shut.

He wanted Jack to….do things to him. Things like kissing. Holding hands. Taking pictures together. Maybe more, if Rhys was stupid and Jack willing enough.

Even after school, when Rhys’ mom picked him up and drove him home, even when he was supposed to be getting through his homework, he couldn’t stop thinking about Jack. He wondered if it had something to do with the fact that he was omega—newly presented, just before the school year—and that Jack was the undisputed top of the alpha pack. Every omega in school was probably pining after Jack in the same way he was, just thanks to biology.

And yet, despite his attempts at rationalization he couldn’t stop the thoughts dogging him. He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his face into his pillow and inhaling deeply, hoping he could divine a shred of Jack’s scent from his own, with little luck.

Pretending the pillowcase was the softness of the alpha’s lips, though, was a bit easier.

The intelligent part of him hated himself for stooping down to such low, humiliating actions, but his imagination quickly took over. He wondered how Jack would kiss him. Would he go soft and slow, like the romantic movies his mother watched, or would he be rough and forceful, sticking his tongue down Rhys’ throat like the apex alpha he was? Would his fingers dig into the sides of his newly developing hips, so hard they left marks even through his clothes?

Honestly, both ideas sent shudders down Rhys’ spine as he envisioned himself doing things a little more exciting and sultry than merely getting his pillow wet with his spit. He wiped his mouth, feeling his cheeks flush as he shoved the pillow away from him and tried to bury his nose back into his schoolbook and hopefully chase the heat pounding in his chest and head with formulas and problems.

here’s a short apology for not writing anything lately….just felt i needed to do….something

i guess that something was ABO caretaking

Rhys always felt the worst after his heats.

Even with years of experience with his cycles under his belt and Jack’s surprising attentiveness, there’d always be a day or so—depending on the intensity of his heat—where he’d feel absolutely exhausted. And grimy, no matter how many showers Jack coaxed him into or how many times he wiped his face and forehead with a fistful of tissues from the box on the nightstand.

Not to mention wholly unattractive, even though he knew Jack had spent the past couple of days knotting his brains out.

Rhys couldn’t help it. It was easy to feel gross and ugly with grime both real and imagined weighing down your already exhausted body and keeping you trapped within the thankfully cleaned sheets of your bed. And while the ache after one or two rounds of sex usually wasn’t that bad, the soreness in his muscles and chafing on the skin of his ass and thighs quickly made themselves known as soon as he was lucid enough to feel something other than feverish pleasure.

Honestly, he wanted to simply fall back asleep and wake up in a dimension where he was a little less gross and sore, but just as he shut his eyes and tried to sink into blissful unconsciousness the door creaked open, revealing Jack with his boxers sliding off his hip, balancing a wooden tray in one hand and a tall glass of water in the other.

“Hey hey hey, no sleeping until you get some food and water into you, pumpkin,” Jack’s voice snapped, though it sounded lower and hoarser than usual. The alpha got pretty vocal in bed, so Rhys could guess why. He creaked his eyes open slowly as Jack walked over and sat the tray on the nightstand. The smell of bacon and eggs cut through his own depressing, post-heat scent and made his mouth water even as sleep still pulled at him.

“Muh…” Rhys grumbled, frowning inwardly at his own unintelligible response but unable to muster anything more, especially when Jack took the opportunity to shovel a forkful of breakfast into the omega’s mouth. Rhys glared but chewed dutifully, a smile soon spreading across his cheeks as he indulged in the food. Some nice, primal protein and fat was just what he needed after a long heat.

“And to wash it all down…” Jack murmured, the bed sinking underneath his weight as he sat. His fingers carefully trailed up Rhys’ neck, careful of the bruises and bite marks littering his skin as he lifted his chin up off the pillow, not wanting the omega to choke as he tipped the water glass down against his lips. Rhys figured if he wanted to he could probably hold the cup himself, but if Jack wanted to go the extra mile and spoil him while he was exhausted and sore then—might as well let him, right? That’s what an alpha’s job was, anyway, to unconditionally care for their mate. Especially in the wake of a heat.

Rhys was no typical omega, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to take advantage of stereotypes when it suited him.

“You’ll feel better now, kitten. Promise.” Jack lifted the glass away and set it back on the tray, his hand returning to stroke Rhys’ hair. Even with a quick dose of shampoo and a shower that had admittedly been more of a rinse, Rhys knew it must still feel thick and grimy with most of the sweat of his heat still clinging to his roots, and yet Jack didn’t seem to mind. Breath even whispered against Rhys’ temple as the alpha leaned down and scented him, a gesture that made Rhys’ smile crack slightly wider.

“Doing that when I’m still all gross….you must really love me, huh?” He meant it as a cheeky dig, but when he lifted his eyes to meet Jack’s he saw the alpha looking oddly serious.

“Jack…?”

For once, his mate said nothing, merely shifting over to slip into the sheets beside him. Now, with his stomach full and Jack curled up against his back, Rhys felt he could properly slip away in his sleep—which he soon did, eased by the gentle press of kisses against the back of his neck.

Rhys was in love with the smartest, most popular, most handsome guy in school, and no one would ever know about it aside from his best friend—and even Vaughn wasn’t supposed to know about his crush. He’d caught Rhys gawking at Jack one day from across the quad and managed to weasel a confession out of him only after he swore on his dental insurance that he would never breathe a word of it to anyone.

So far Vaughn had kept his promise, considering Rhys wasn’t being teased and bullied every day by even entertaining the idea Jack could possibly be interested in him, but Vaughn’s trustworthy silence didn’t solve Rhys’ current predicament. Which was the fact that Jack could not possibly be interested in him and if were ever to try to confess his feelings, that aforementioned teasing and bullying would probably drive him into an early grave—or, more realistically, a transfer to another school.

hey! i wrote a brief….something for a high school AU?

hopefully i can finish it tomorrow