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"Baby, will you pass me the trowel?"
It was a nice sunny day, and Bronte Pyren and his husband, Fintan Pyren, were out in their front yard gardening.
"Ugh, I hope you're not going to plant more of those ugly Noxflares." Bronte glanced over at the blonde-haired pyrokinetic.
Fintan shot the Inflictor a glare and snatched the shovel.
"They are not ugly! They are my best creation! Well, besides my precious Everblaze, of course." Fintan began to dig at the ground.
Bronte rolled his eyes. "There you go again about Everblaze. Why is it so important?"
Fintan carefully placed a grayish seed into the new hole. "It's a type of fire only a pyrokinetic can appreciate. It's called from the sun's heat, which makes it powerful and near impossible to contain."
Bronte tilted his head to the side. "Hmm. Well, when you put it that way, it almost sounds interesting."
Fintan let out a laugh, sharp and warm, and pointed the shovel at his husband.
"You really should go back to planting those if we want to eat tomorrow."
Bronte turned to the packet of seeds to his left. "Yeah, okay. You're right."
"I'm always right."
It was Bronte's turn to laugh.
"Hey! Don't be rude! I have good ideas!" Fintan playfully flung a handful of newly upturned dirt at the brunette.
Bronte gave a mock gasp of surprise, shook the dirt out of his curly hair, and returned the gesture.
"Ack! Not my hair!" Fintan shrieked.
Bronte wagged an accusing finger at his husband. "You should've thought of that before you flung dirt at The Great Bronte!"
Fintan burst out into laughter again. "The Great?"
"Well, yeah! You must agree. Otherwise, why did you marry me?"
Fintan tapped the brunettes nose. "It was because of your money. Councilors sure are rich."
Bronte's jaw fell slack, which caused Fintan to lower his head, cackling.
"My god, babe! You should see your face!"
Bronte scowled. "That's not funny."
"Aw, come on. You know I think you're handsome."
Bronte blushed at the words. Which was a mistake.
"Wowee! After all these years, my praise still makes you blush! I guess some things never change!" Fintan placed a kiss on Bronte's jawline, which made the Inflictor's blush deepen.
"S-stop that!" Bronte protested.
"You know you love meeee~" Fintan teased.
Bronte, in response, tickled his husband.
"Ack! No! Stop it! Okay, OKAY, I'll stop teasing you! Just-HAHA, please stop TICKLING ME!" Fintan managed to gasp out between giggles.
Bronte shoved the blonde to the ground.
"Do you mean that promise?"
Fintan's blue eyes shone mischeciously from his position underneath Bronte. "You fool! Never!"
Fintan shoved Bronte's chest, and the two rolled around in the grass for a while before Fintan sat on top of Bronte.
"You should know me better than that!" The pyrokinetic finished.
He then leaned close, which caused Bronte to flush profusely.
"I love you, and you know that. Thank you for doing this with me."
And with that, Fintan closed the distance between the two. Their kiss was long and passionate.
When they broke apart, Fintan rolled off of Bronte and laid down beside his husband.
The two stared at the sky for a bit, side-by-side in peaceful silence.
Then Bronte moved closer and rested his head on Fintan's shoulder, who then wrapped his arms around Bronte lovingly.
"I love you too, by the way. I forgot to say that earlier." Bronte's deep voice was slightly muffled.
Bronte could feel his husband's body shake with quiet laughter.
"You don't need to, love. I know. I've always known."
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Word Count: 596 Words
A/N: I know this was criminally short, and I'm sorry for that. I've never written a fanfiction starring an adult ship, so I hope it's at least decent. 😅
Speaking of, I am seriously in need of ships. I have PLENTY prompts, but nothing to tie them to. 🤧
On a completely unrelated note, I have something for you to do!
Listen to "Another Man's Crime" by John Michael Howell and just think.
Think about Keefe singing this to vent about Sophie's reluctance to have a relationship after the fiasco(s) with Fitz.
I know she isn't exactly reluctant to date Keefe in the actual books, but just imagine, okay? Humor me, please! And tell me what you think of it.
Of course, there's always the chance that some of you already do this with either the same or different artist(s), and I sound totally unoriginal right now. Either way, still do it!
✨️Also, we stan Skyscraper 6'5 Fintan and extremely gremlin-ish 5'4 Bronte.✨️
Or at least we should. (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
(Fuck, sorry for rambling ;-;)
~Charlie
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FanfictionA collection of some crappy oneshots I wrote. idk if it's worth reading, I just wanted a place to put the ideas circling through my head. Mostly Lgbtq and my favorite ships, but I can take suggestions. ●•Cover art is not mine•●
