#saxloch

Lochlan mutters something generic about his incompatibility with Rosey. He leaves out the truth; ignores what he’d really wanted. He’s become so good at repression. Then he comments that his ex never cooked. Lochlan mentally kicks himself, worried that he suddenly made it seem like Saxon is his new boyfriend. Saxon, however, is focused on a different part of Lochlan’s relationship.

“Oh, yeah?” he asks. His tone is leering. “What else didn’t she do?”

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Saxloch | rated: E | wc: 18k | post-canon, southern gothic, fucked up family values, putting Saxon through an emotional wringer | companion piece to this AU

Saxon’s late twenties aren’t supposed to be like this. He’s supposed to be on top of the world, living large and in fucking charge. Well, he’s in charge alright––of fixing every damn mistake his dad made. He’s in charge of navigating this new life for his family, stepping into the now vacant patriarchal role. It’s his phone that won’t stop ringing, his sister who has no idea what she’s doing with her life, and a mom who simply turned to the next strong male figure in her life for all of the answers. The only person who doesn’t seem to need Saxon is his brother.

But as the foundation of Saxon’s life is shattered and despite his own words being the ones to drive the wedge between them, he finds that maybe he’s the one who needs Lochy. And in more ways than one.

Dad is overbearingly involved with Saxon: ready with a heavy hand on Saxon’s shoulder, steering him physically and mentally toward the company that Saxon stands ready to inherit. What was it, in that verse Lochlan had read in Sunday School years ago? Kingdoms and splendor? He wonders if their dad’s influence means that Saxon could ever escape like Piper has, and like Lochlan wants to, or if Saxon will stay trapped in a miserable job and a miserable marriage forever because that’s what Dad wants.

I love writing smut.

At first, I was really ashamed of it because I was afraid of what others might think of me, but by now, I’ve shed all my inhibitions.

There are so many people who share my tastes, and I just love making my ships happy—in so many ways. At the same time, I’m a hopeless romantic; without that special emotional connection, my smut just wouldn't work.

He turns away from the kitchen and slips out the door to the pool. Part of the escape is for fresh air; the house becomes stifling after a day full of people. A larger part is to compose himself. If these are the choices Saxon is making, he can’t interfere, as painful as it is.

That’s why it’s a surprise when Saxon meets him by the pool. They sit together and don’t talk until Lochlan can’t avoid the lingering shock of Dad’s punishment. Saxon’s presence next to him is a visceral reminder.

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