Happy Birthday J. Corvin! 💚 [Public]

[Alternate Text: An image of a red barn with a beautiful forest backdrop behind it. The title says: "Happy Birthday J. Corvin!"]

In honor of J. Corvin's birthday, I collected questions, TFS: Book Two snippets, and short writings about them to share with you. I mixed sweet, bittersweet, and spicy—a trail mix of J content for their special day! 🥰

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🌲 TFS: Book Two Snippet: A Different Kind of Cake not of the Birthday Variety 🎂

I can't find it in myself to apologize for my accurate title. 😔 This is a flirty choice option on J's route that some of your Returning Visitors may enjoy.

James

Appreciating the view of James from behind occupies you during your dallying walk that would turn heads, if only you could get the town's detective to glance your way. There's a bold confidence to how you move, each step lengthened by you treating the grass underfoot as a runway leading you right to him. Still, he's staring straight ahead, which is for the best as your eyes deviate from the strong figure he cuts to the way his formal pants allude to his ass that was perfectly hugged in those worn jeans from last night.

Before the image of a half-clothed James in plaid graces your mind again, you continue on, hastening your actions when he appears ready to check on where you were reading about this natural spring's history. You wrap your arms around him from behind, feeling him jolt in surprise. Instantly, his palms are covering your arms, bracing and not pushing away once he realizes what's going on and who's so close. You hug him through it, distantly remembering that he often startled easily as a child.

"You could be my life preserver," you flirt. "A personal lifeguard."

"I'd need my arms free to best save you…"

You lift an eyebrow at James's response, wishing you could interpret his expression to determine how oblivious of an answer that really was. Rather than bantering, you adjust your grip lower along his waist to then pull him closer like you're adrift at sea and clinging on for dear life. His low exhale has absolutely nothing to do with your strength, nor how he tries to seek you out by turning slightly. "Better?" you tease him. It's hard to keep the satisfaction out of your tone.

"No."

Disappointment threatens to harpoon your so-called success until James gently breaks your grip to turn in your arms, facing you head on.

"No, because you'd have to be the one resuscitating me, [Name]," James admits, except his serious delivery is undermined by a faint blush. He drops eye contact to locate the walkway you'll need to take. "So we'd both die in this—this hypothetical…? The spring isn't open to swimmers, anyway—I wouldn't let you go in."

Jane

Appreciating the view of Jane from behind occupies you during your dallying walk that would turn heads, if only you could get the town's detective to glance your way. There's a bold confidence to how you move, each step lengthened by you treating the grass underfoot as a runway leading you right to her. Still, she's staring straight ahead, which is for the best as your eyes deviate from the strong figure she cuts to the way her formal pants allude to her ass that was perfectly hugged in those worn jeans from last night.

Before the image of a half-clothed Jane in plaid graces your mind again, you continue on, hastening your actions when she appears ready to check on where you were reading about this natural spring's history. You wrap your arms around her from behind, feeling her jolt in surprise. Instantly, her palms are covering your arms, bracing and not pushing away once she realizes what's going on and who's so close. You hug her through it, distantly remembering that she often startled easily as a child.

"You could be my life preserver," you flirt. "A personal lifeguard."

"I'd need my arms free to best save you…"

You lift an eyebrow at Jane's practical response, wishing you could interpret her expression to determine how oblivious of an answer that really was. Rather than bantering, you adjust your grip lower along her waist to then pull her closer like you're adrift at sea and clinging on for dear life. Her low exhale has absolutely nothing to do with your strength, nor how she tries to seek you out by turning slightly. "Better?" you tease her. It's hard to keep the satisfaction out of your tone.

"No."

Disappointment threatens to harpoon your so-called success until Jane gently breaks your grip to turn in your arms, facing you head on.

"No, because you'd have to be the one resuscitating me, [Name]," Jane admits, except her serious delivery is undermined by a faint blush. She drops eye contact to locate the walkway you'll need to take. "So we'd both die in this—this hypothetical…? The spring isn't open to swimmers, anyway—I wouldn't let you go in."

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A Quote that Reminds me of J. Corvin

“Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.”

— Jon Krakauer

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[Spicy 🔥] Question: "J's opinion on being intimate with the MC in a public or semi-public place and where those places might be 👀?"

Answer:

Last but not least, we have J in our RO ranking of views on public/semi-public sex! The power of the united front of R and the MC on the JR poly route can't be underestimated if we consider their placement versus JR's being higher on the list, lol. (Someone's a little whipped.) J finds this nerve-wracking rather than sexy, partially due to how they were raised in addition to their role as the Detective. It just doesn't really naturally appeal to them when they could take their time undressing and admiring you behind a shut (and locked) door. Having you all to themself is something that excites and still shocks J, so someone else seeing you in a compromising position who isn't them makes their jaw lock. It would actually irritate them.

(That^ would be kind of hot though, ahem.🥴)

At the same time, the MC will always hold a special place with J, which means you will be able to get away with a lot. The sex would be tense with J's attention split between you and the door.

For J, most likely venues for this would be: their office, a side alley while on a late night patrol with them, and the back of their truck. (Maybe outdoors sex as well if the area seemed safe and spriggan free.)

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Question: "I was suddenly struck with a vision of J in more rugged clothes on the farm and I- fans self

idk who's more red: me, or J if they could hear my thoughts"

Answer:

Oh, J in flannel! Those A-shirts (the ribbed, white ones that are sleeveless, you know the ones), possibly slightly rumpled and tucked into some well-worn jeans. I think we can all agree on plaid working for our beloved detective, especially with the sleeves rolled up since they were chopping wood (idk) or effortlessly lifting up hay bales to help out around the farm because J is so helpful and sweet, but also hot.

(Not that they really realize that aspect, smh. 🙃)

There are plenty of rugged, farm-chic inspired outfits for them; I'm sure your MC will eventually get the chance to see J like this. 💚

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🌲TFS: Book Two Snippet: J Can't Catch a Break 😅🌲

To be fair, Marjorie will call-out all of your ROs and even you. R isn't helping matters either, yet they're present in a friendly capacity in this variation.

James

"Ma'am, you're mistaken about [Name]'s birth date, but it was kind of you to express that."

"Says you," Marjorie blithely retorts, although intrigue infiltrates her statement. "You state that with certainty Detective. Is this particular date marked on your calendar…? Underlined in red, or perhaps navy's better? Oh, I bet so!"

James's delay in responding has provided Marjorie an ample chance to fill his quiet that he crosses his arms at, standing more rigidly. "I wouldn't need to mark it down when I remember." You join Marjorie and R in peering over at James following his admittance. He ignores the others to return your look. "I always preferred yours to mine… To celebrate you being here with me—a part of my life." He seems to realize that this became too personal, averting his gaze back to the tabletop before mild alarm blooms within it. "That's why this date matters. Also, for records, like a driver's license or—"

"Marriage certificate," R deviously adds.

"—various applications," James finishes. "It's important information."

Jane

"Ma'am, you're mistaken about [Name]'s birth date, but it was kind of you to express that."

"Says you," Marjorie blithely retorts, although intrigue infiltrates her statement. "You state that with certainty Detective. Is this particular date marked on your calendar…? Underlined in red, or perhaps navy's better? Oh, I bet so!"

Jane's delay in responding has provided Marjorie an ample chance to fill her quiet that she crosses her arms at, standing more rigidly. "I wouldn't need to mark it down when I remember." You join Marjorie and R in peering over at Jane following her admittance. She ignores the others to return your look. "I always preferred yours to mine… To celebrate you being here with me—a part of my life." She seems to realize that this became too personal, averting her gaze back to the tabletop before mild alarm blooms within it. "That's why this date matters. Also, for records, like a driver's license or—"

"Marriage certificate," R deviously adds.

"—various applications," Jane finishes. "It's important information."

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Question: "What are some things the ROs can be really stubborn about?"

Answer:

J can be stubborn about things they associate with duty, obligation, or family. They are willing to endure and shoulder burdens because of this trait, although it's not necessarily coming from a place of being as headstrong or mulish as R/S since it's what they feel is right. Hmm. They're stubborn about the MC's safety (in general, not just romance specific, except it can be more forceful/uncompromising on J's/JR's route) because of their protective streak and things that you'll discover in Book Two. They wish to shield. 🛡️

The JR route can result in some... interesting... exchanges when J and R clash (or agree!) on certain topics. They share a few values.

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🌲TFS: Book Two Snippet: They Don't Blame You... Yet🌲

James

"Wha—?" you gasp, dazed. "What?"

James appears perfectly fine—beautiful and normal—aside from the hurt confusion clouding his features as he looks between you and the blade once. It holds absolutely no trace of blame. When he goes to cover the blooming bloodstain with his free hand, you both lock eyes, dispelling that confusion with sad understanding. You stare.

"[Name], it was an accident. I know."

Jane

"Wha—?" you gasp, dazed. "What?"

Jane appears perfectly fine—beautiful and normal—aside from the hurt confusion clouding her features as she looks between you and the blade once. It holds absolutely no trace of blame. When she goes to cover the blooming bloodstain with her free hand, you both lock eyes, dispelling that confusion with sad understanding. You stare.

"[Name], it was an accident. I know."

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I hope you all enjoyed these moments with J. Corvin! 💚😊