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so, uh, i dont really know how to use tumblr so i hope this gets out there somehow:
i havenât logged into my wolvden account basically since the game started. i remember on lioden there was a big thing about low-ID number lions. is that still a thing in wolvden? iâm not super worried about hustling that game, just wondering if it exists, in case people might want them.Â
Hello, all! I am still alive, tho not without issue. But I have made it to another birthday. Go me! I feel so old these delays, as 30 creeps ever closer. :((
Anyway. This is a fic for Yufei for her birthday. So yes, this is VERY belated. But hey, we're celebrating our birthdays together this way! đ This is totally as planned. đŹ
So, HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY YUFEI! đ
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Fandom: Haydenâs Notes
Characters: Hayden Carter, Jason Wolfe, Original Creature(s)
Pairings: Very Pre-Wolfden (Hayden/Wolfe)
Warnings: Wolfe is an asshole, Unconscious & Reluctant Pining
Rating: G
Summary: Hayden Carter is a brat and one day will get some respect punched into him. One day. Today is not that day, trapped in this forest as they are. But at least the trees arenât about to jump out and eat them. Wolfe would rather the walking tree branches would go away, but at least Carter is going to get them out of this mess.
He hopes.
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Wolfe is annoyed. Very annoyed.
Heâs frustrated about this whole situation and is annoyed at himself for being frustrated.
It's an endless cycle and itâs very frustrating.
His jaw clenches again and he wishes he could get out a cigarette. However, heâs aware that it would be asking for trouble. There is a high chance of danger and offense here, and he canât chance it.
Not in these woods.
One of the small creatures tentatively approaches him, looking up from its diminutive height of just under a meter. Its bipedal body is made entirely of tree roots, making it easily blend in with the forest. Though the sharp branches that curl from the head, covered in foliage make it a little less creepy. Especially when the leaves partially obscure the void-like cracks in between the roots of its âface" that Carter claims to be their eyes.
Speaking of Carter, Wolfe looks away from the creature to the man. Heâs sitting on a fallen tree, letting several of the creatures crawl all over him. One of them is on his knee and thereâs one on his shoulder, who appears to be braiding his hair.
Carter doesnât have his glasses on at the moment, and he has to avert his eyes lest he get caught staring again. Making up excuses for that the fist time had been embarrassing, and any time he can avoid the boyâs mocking is a job well done. It also helps him avoid any introspective questions on his own part.
Wolfe feels a slight tug at his pants and he looks down at the thing. Itâs still looking up at him, the closest any of them had been to him so far. Sighing internally, he allows it to tug him along.
The mission they had been sent on did not go at all the way they had expected, but he supposes it could be worse. Though heâs going to have problems later coming to terms with the things heâs seeing now at a later date, when heâs not in the middle of all of it. Grumbling quietly, the thing tugs him to sit next to Carter on the log.
Carter frowns but restrains himself. This is impressive until he turns to the one who had pulled him over and says, âNo, we donât need to be closer. Iâd rather he was farther away, actually.â
Through the familiar annoyance, he hears the creature make odd creaking and rustling noises. Theyâd been doing this off and on, with Carter always responding afterwards, so presumably this was their way of speaking. It was odd, but heâll probably try to blot this experience from his mind later, so he will deal with it for now.
âNo,â Carter says sharply, gaining Wolfe's attention. He looks oddly embarrassed. âNo, he is not. I donât know why you get that impression, but its false.â The creature on his shoulder tugs at his hair, making the younger man wince. âSeriously!â
Wolfe canât take it much more and caves, âWhat are they saying?â
Carter huffs and looks away, crossing his arms in an oddly defensive gesture.
Itâs kind of cute.
âŠ
Wait, no. Carter is not cute. Wolfe wants to frown at the thought, and ends up having to play it off when he realizes that he is actually frowning. âWhat, are they criticizing you? You led us into this, after all.â
Carter practically snaps his neck turning to look at him so quickly, eyes blazing. âIâll have you know that I wouldnât have had to âleadâ us anywhere if the RSS could get their information right!â
âHow were we to know that wearing certain colors can provoke things like that?â Wolfe snaps back.
The younger man throws his hands up in exasperation. âGee! I donât know! Maybe by asking literally anyone who knows anything about arachne?! And she wasnât provoked, you idiot!â
âIt came right for me!â
âShe thought you were propositioning her!â
âWHAT?!â Wolfe canât help the grimace and shudder.
âShe wanted to scent you, not eat you!â Carter growls, mumbling a moment later, âAt least not yet.â
âThat is not reassuring, Carter!â
âWe you didnât have to draw your gun like that! Itâs your fault we had to run!â
âWell, sorry for trying to defend myself! I canât get back up like you can from that stuff!â
At this point, theyâre both standing and several steps apart, facing each other. So, when Carter chucks his pen at him, it hits Wolfe square in the forehead and bounces off with a satisfying âthwack" before disappearing into the underbrush.
Throwing a hand to his forehead, Wolfe growls, âYou-!â But he falters just a bit at the look on Carterâs face. Just enough to stay his tongue and instead of lashing out anymore, he turns and sits down harshly on the far end of the log. He cups his head with his arms braced on his knees and tries to take deep breaths.
The movement of the log is barely there, but he can tell that Carter has sat down on the other end, much farther away this time. There is a long, drawn out silence while the two calm and try to work out their thoughts. Wolfe hadnât noticed it until then, but the area had gone quiet. Likely due to how loud their argument had gotten.
Thereâs a soft rustle, and some life starts to slowly pick back up, ending the eerie stillness. Wolfe rubs his face, exhausted. Heâs not going to apologize. Neither of them is, but thatâs no surprise. Heâs not entirely sure heâs sorry, anyway. Or what he would be sorry for, exactly. In his peripheral, Wolfe sees Hayden hunched with his forearms braced on his thighs.
They are alone in their frustrated silence for a minute or more before he notices one of the tree-things pop out nearby. It approaches hesitantly, and Wolfe doesnât know or care much about how it seems to be looking between the two of them. It ends up approaching Hayden⊠Carter. He turns his head just enough to see the thing reach up to him, holding something. A brief pause lets Wolfe see that itâs Carterâs pen before heâs startled by the man exhale loudly, ending in a raspy chuckle.
ItâsâŠ
Carter gently takes the pen and Wolfe looks away, back into the trees. He hears a rustle followed by a hum from Carter and wonders if heâll start talking again.
The rustling of the tree-things picks up as several of them come back out from their hidey-holes. They all mostly approach Carter, but two stay further away but sit in a way to indicate that they are watching him closely now. The scowl twitches on his lips but he fights it.
The problem with Carter is that heâs far too good at riling people up. Itâs troublesome and damn annoying. The kid is sharp as a whip and his tongue more so. He hates the way Carter can strip people down so easily â strip him down. He hates it.
Jason Wolfe does not like feeling defenseless.
And yetâŠ
He grumbles, glancing away from the trees back over to Hay- Carter. The kid is sitting up now, no longer curled in. There is one of the tree-things in front of him that he seems to be talking to and another on his shoulders. Thereâs one more behind him, handing something up to the thing on his shouldersâŠ
Flowers. They are putting flowers in his hair.
Wolfe watches with some kind of fascination, from interest or horror he isnât sure. The one on the ground is picking the flowers from their surroundings and handing them up to the creature on Carterâs shoulders, who braids them in. Had he been paying more attention, he might have thought that this was the same tree- thing that had been braiding his hair earlier.
Carter suddenly looks over to him and Wolfe feels something catch in his throat. He tries to swallow it back while the young man blinks at him before scowling in a way that looks more like a pout. The flowers are forming a crown along his head, with some small ones slipping a bit from their position to creep down his bangs, framing his face.
He looks so young, like this.
The thought hits Wolfe uncomfortably. Having known the man for just a while now heâs been getting over some of his anger, but in moments like thisâŠ
The black sclera enhance the vibrant green irises and he is reminded by the fact that something must have happened to this kid to get him here. Sometimes, in moments like this, he wants to know. Maybe even more than just for leverage.
Wolfeâs head snaps back once again and the pen flies off into the forest once more. Carterâs growl grabs his attention, and he realizes he let himself get distracted.
âNow that I have your attention, Wolfe, why donât you tell me when youâre ready to leave?â One of the tree-things rushes through the brush after the pen. The one of his shoulders is creaking unhappily, tugging at hair to perhaps try to wrangle it back into place.
âLeave?â
Carter snorts, âYeah, the saplings are willing to lead us out of the forest and direct us to the closest residence. Then you can contact RSS and tell them you messed up the job and they need to get us out of here.â
âI-?!â Wolfe growls, tensing up in preparation to start another fight. His rebuttal is interrupted, however, by handful of flowers. They donât make it very far, but they didnât really need to, as the tree-thing that had been gathering flowers is now on the log next to him, having thrown them at him. Its leaves are shaking just a bit, and it waves its appendages at him in some sort of scolding gesture.
Completely stunned, Wolfe doesnât look away from the only slightly menacing tree branch in front of him until he hears an odd noise. Looking up, he sees Carter.
Laughing.
With his shoulders up and arms around his stomach, turned just a bit more towards him, Carter is laughing. But itâs a tone completely unfamiliar to Wolfe and it stuns him just as much, if not more, than the creature had. Carterâs mouth is opened to breathe, lips turned up in a grin. The motions agitate his hair and Wolfe doesnât â canât â blink as a few of the flowers fall, tumbling across flushed cheeks.
âYou-!â Carter giggles. âYou look like a troublemaker being scolded by his mother! I never took you for anything less than rule-abiding, Wolfe!â
The stick creature had stopped waving at him and instead starts climbing up onto him. Wolfe jerks, but doesnât react violently as Carterâs smile fades just a bit into concentration, watching him. He knows if he throws the thing off of him the man will make him regret it. So, while he grunts and twitches, he lets the damn thing climb up to his shoulders, where it starts pulling on his hair.
His eyes widen and Carter bursts into laughter once more.
âM-My hair! What are you doing?!â Wolfe stops his hands from going up past his shoulders but itâs a near thing.
âHe just wants to braid your hair, too, Wolfe!â Carter cackles.
Wolfe sputters, âWhat?!â
âHe thinks that braiding and adorning your hair with moonflowers will make you calmer.â Carter grins at him sharply, âThese flowers are precious to them, you know.â
No, he did not know, you brat. Now he canât shred them to pieces, either!
Carterâs laugh turns more into a condescending chuckle, likely guessing what heâd been thinking. Wolfe is distracted by a sharp tug of his hair and he has to hold back again when his first instinct is to lash out. His restraint is rewarded by the tugging gentling just a bit.
âCarter, how do I stop it?â he grits through his teeth.
âHm,â the man hums. I donât know, why donât you ask him?â Wolfe wants to punch that smug look off the bratâs face so badly, but a tug on his hair and a soft scent distract him once more. The brush of petals along his temple makes him twitch.
âMm, yeah,â Carter comments, after a pause for his own hairdresser to readjust itself, âI think weâll have to put a bit of a hold on leaving for now. Thatâs a shame.â
Wolfe grunts, angry and annoyed, but makes himself look away from the pain in his neck just a bit more than an armâs reach away. Hopefully, Carter will be lenient enough to not mock him afterwards. But if he does, Wolfe can bite back easily enough with how lovely he looked with all those flowers in his hair.
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This fanfic is part of a trade I did with the wonderful @yufei. :) She drew THIS adorable JayTim picture for me, which I posted for her here on my blog. This is the fic I did in return. Itâs established Hayden/Wolfe from her comic Haydenâs Notes, which you should all go check out here on Tapas(/Webtoon). DO IT >:T
If you are already a fan, please continue. :3c
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Fandom: Haydenâs Notes
Characters: Hayden Carter, Jason Wolfe
Pairings: Wolfden (Hayden/Wolfe)
Warnings: Established relationship, teasing, toasty make-outs, and a punch of fluff >:3c
Rating: T (M, maybe, for a short section)
Wordcount: 1,323
Summary: Jason Wolfe is still adjusting to being in a relationship with Hayden Carter. The immortal man is a pretty pain in the ass, but they work well together. Or, well, they do when Hayden isnât too distracting for Jasonâs own good.
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âJason!â
Wolfe blinks away from where he was staring at Haydenâs hair, down to annoyed eyes. The scowl deepens when he doesnât say anything, so he clears his throat, âSorry.â
âHm,â Hayden glowers for a moment, then huffs and turns back to the paperwork. âIâll reiterate, youâll see that they listed a few details in this section that, as usual, are all wrongâŠâ
Haydenâs voice is sharp, his aggravation due to the assignment made worse by Wolfeâs distraction, but he canât help it. He tries to focus on Haydenâs debriefing, but his eyes turn once again. Messy brown hair looks even messier than usual, to Wolfeâs discerning eye, though heâs not at all sure how that could be. Maybe he bathed just recently? It never dries very tidily from what heâs observed, but heâs never had much of a chance to think about it before now.
Now, of all times, the thought of Hayden bathing comes to distract him.
The mass of fluffy hair curls around Haydenâs ears, framing the back of his neck ever so distractingly. Wolfe can only follow his imagination with his eyes, and he thinks of the path a drop from wet hair would take down that smooth, marked neck.
Wolfe wonders what it would be like to leave his own marks there. To cover the dark mar already there with some of his own.
Suddenly he realizes that Hayden is looking at him again. He swallows and would look away if he could, but those eyes of poison-green on black lock him in. His pulse spikes, anticipating Hayden yelling at him again, then flutters when he realizes heâs not saying anything. Instead, a smirk blooms across his lips and his heart throbs for a vastly different reason.
âOh, Jason,â the way Hayden murmurs his name makes him swallow on reflex, and he wonders if the immortal can see the blood in his head racing down to his gut. âI thought you were just trying to be aggravating.â
âTsk,â Wolfe grunts, looking away and scrabbling for composure. Even with his belly churning, his face still feels aflame. âYouâre the one who goes out of his way to be an annoyance.â
Hayden hums, amused, âI canât say youâre wrong. Perhaps I was wrong, jumping to conclusions like I did.â Jason remembers them sitting at a table, with each of them on either side of a corner; but now the other man is much closer, leaning in so theyâre shoulder-to-shoulder, seated right next to each other. âWhat, exactly, has you so distracted, my dear?â
There might have been words, but whatever they were, they were lost in an embarrassing choke in Wolfeâs throat. The coo Hayden gives at the noise he made might as well have set him aflame from the embarrassment, but Jason manages to gain some semblance of sense after a moment. âH-Hayden,â itâs still odd, not calling him Carter, even after half a year. âIt was nothing, just⊠Iâm just tired. Maybe we should debrief in the morning.â
âNothing, huh?â soft lips turn in a pout and Wolfe feels a muscle in his jaw spasm. âIf you say so, Jason. But I donât know, weâre supposed to be preparing to leave tomorrow morning. Do you think weâll have time in the morning,â he leans in just a bit more, both of them now pressed together, thigh to shoulder, âif we stop now?â
Jason has gone through all types of training to become better in many skills, but to this day there is still nothing that could possibly prepare a man to deal with Hayden Carter. Especially a man attracted to the menace. Still, he manages a breath, âYes, I think it will be fine if we stop now.â
But when he looks back down, his stomach drops. The sly look on that deadly-sweet face does not bode well at all for any productivity.
Or for his self-control.
âOh, good. I was hoping youâd say that.â
He has several seconds to respond, Hayden being experienced at making his intentions known and Jason too good at jumping into action.
But he doesnât move.
As Hayden slides from his seat.
To sit on Jasonâs lap.
Long, thin arms wind their way over his shoulders, hooking behind his neck. His eyes slip down to watch the play of flexing muscles and tight fabric as Hayden makes himself comfortable on his lap, his long legs on either side of him.
Wolfe watches his larger, rougher hands automatically come up to rest on slim hips.
Hayden lets out a sigh and rolls his hips just the slightest bit â and he swallows at the show of just how big his hands are on his smaller lover.
The next sigh is close enough to brush his cheek, and he looks up into shining green eyes. Even the wide smirk on his face canât dim the fire burning in his stomach.
âJay~son,â Hayden purrs and WolfeâŠ
Snaps.
Further noises are muffled by the fierce press of lips against each other.
Hayden tilts his head for a better angle. Jasonâs hands tighten on slender hips. He sighs and they bite, Jason giving a fierce nip to reddening lips when Hayden buries his hands in short hair, getting a chuckle and a satisfying tug.
Time loses meaning in that moment, no need for anything but the passion burning in and between them.
Hayden takes Jasonâs bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles.
Jason presses his thumbs into the vee of his hips and pulls away at the gasp, only to move to lavish his neck.
Hayden lightly scratches his nails against Jasonâs scalp, cooing at the growl he gets.
Jason slots his face against the curve of Haydenâs neck like he was made to be there and sets to task of covering up the pale skin with his own colorful marks.
Hayden sighs, melting into Jasonâs hold when his arms tighten around him. His nails scrape at his skin in between burning caresses, his sounds only giving further encouragement.
The inferno calms but continues to burn, settling deep and ever-present in their chests. But they canât let go.
Not yet.
Jasonâs bites turn to kisses, and from kisses to a mere press of lips. Haydenâs grip relaxes, from tugging and tight until his hands are cupping the back of his neck, and his murmurs have quieted. They sit in the quiet, though such a thing is notably unusual in Haydenâs apartment, and enjoy the calm. Another spark can set them ablaze once more, perhaps run them even hotter, but for now they indulge in the warmth.
The warmth of Jasonâs hands against his back sooths something sharp in his heart.
The warmth of Haydenâs hands against his head calms some of the rage and regret.
Jason sighs and rubs his cheek against Haydenâs neck.
Hayden gently runs his thumb along the sensitive spot on Jasonâs neck.
Itâs peaceful, something so hard to come by these days. Harder still to hold on to.
And yet they find it here in each otherâs arms.
Fingers suddenly tug on Jasonâs earlobe, pulling teasingly. He quickly responds with a pinch to the crease between thigh and butt-cheek and gets a jerk and a yelp, followed by a laugh. He has to quickly change his grip, his arms around Haydenâs waist and lifting him when the man tries to get the leverage to flip around him. The move gets him a jabbing hand to the side, startling a laugh out of him.
Hayden cries in triumph but cuts off in a squeal when Jason lifts him right up and tosses him over his shoulder. He bats away more attempts at tickling, but doesnât think to avoid a full-on slap to his ass.
âHayden!â
His lover is laughing, and he canât help but laugh along, still high from their moment of intimacy.
He hopes, desperately, for many more moments like this.