#ScfWhip

[your-local-crypt1d]

So remember this wip I posted forever ago? Yea I was planning to post these finished the next day and forgot lmao.... anyway these are my most beloved sillies scfwhimmy or as I have called them; RGB Husbands 🔴🟢🔵

Drawings under the cut

[petalsiren]

petal. petal petal. imagine if scwhip. scwhip. scwhip but they're MAD at eachother!!!

first time drawing a non trafficship but hey? anon i hope you like it

[siriannatan]

I found some, potentially spicy 🔥💥🔥, villain/hero prompts and now have thoughts... Villain fWhip thoughts that might need an outlet... But it's not certain 🤫

A completely unrelated thing:

"What was that?" Blaze asked as Canary tumbled to the ground. Unconscious. Everything around them ceased to shake dangerously.

"A simple tranquilizer bolt," Tinkerer was obvious enjoying himself. "He always gets in the way, and I have a question... Dungeon Master."

Tango didn't have to see his face, hidden under mask and googles to know he was smiling. "Bringing up someone's past is a low blow..." He huffed. His brain was going overtime trying to think up an escape route.

"No need to be so worried, your little secret is safe with me as long as you do a little, harmless favour for me... Keep Canary-Boy away from Major. Our little angel is mine to break, not his," the villain said and left. Tango didn't hear or see him leave but he knew he was gone. And that he had no choice but to do as he was asked. No one could know he used to be a villain. Least of all Jimmy...

[tinapaysmp]

@orinberry Watch me do the Elmo meme again until my laptop battery dies. So this all started around a month ago when I was cramming and making plans for mcyt yuri week. Needless to say I already have my list of characters to swap (somehow I'll figure out how I can make Jimmy the King of Pixandria while Lizzy's the Queen of Mazelea and still be siblings) and I've made that KathGem fanart as well. (You'd want to look into that fanart since there's a few hcs there.)

However, with Scott and fWhip there's still a lot for me to workshop on since I'm not done with both povs and I'm the type to be obsessed with worldbuilding.

So far this is what I got:

Important to note that how I want to handle this swap au is that they have their "core personality" but they have to react and be affected by their environment like how I discussed Pearl on this post (and by extension Sausage in the tags).

Elven fWhip, much like his OG counterpart, wasn't meant to be heir of Rivendell due to their uncle not liking him but ended up as heir anyways after Gem got shipped off to the Overgrown.

Scott meanwhile is a human who was raised as the only heir of the Grimlands and his father's gunpowder industry. He's still suppose to be Aeor's champion, having Alinar as his past life.

You could imagine the kind of crisis the both would have finding that out, with fWhip learning that his boyfriend is his god's chosen one.

I could imagine a lot of teasing coming from fWhip eventually though. Like he'd joke about Scott being destined to be his hero or something.

Scott would've asked so many questions to fWhip all because of his predicament. He's the count of the Grimland's, he wasn't meant to be an elven chosen one. He's not even an elf.

As for the WRA, Scott's approach is in-line with most of his allies of trying to have better PR and generally trying to do what's best for his people. Pearl wants a better look for Mythland, Wizard Katherine wants to avoid war, idk about Sausage I'm still trying to figure him out but we'll see.

But, Scott would be the type to mess with people a lot in this AU. Being the Count he doesn't mind playing into the intimidation of his empire, but he can be really nice.

fWhip on the other hand, his reign is heavily focused on developing much of Rivendell's infrastructure and connections to other empires.

He's forced to keep out of any conflict by the council for the sake of Rivendell's image. Even Gem scolds him to not drag Rivendell to any unwarranted conflict.

He's still the type of guy to jump from one interest to another, and at one point his interest swung to redstone and gunpowder and what other nation does it better than the Grimlands?

Scott was the first one to try flirting with fWhip, although very casual, and wasn't expecting fWhip to flirt back. Elves have a reputation in the Grimlands to be a bit stuck up.

Either way this led to a lot of talking between the two of them and Scott was lucky that fWhip was a very unconventional elf who didn't mind dating mortals like him.

They became lovers in secret without any of their councils knowing.

fWhip thought that Gem would've scolded him for going after a mortal, nobility or not. But after confessing that to her, it only led to him learning that his sister have eyes for a certain Head Wizard.

Rivendell and the Grimlands were generally in good relations centuries after Gilded Helianthia's independence (read here for reference, ignore any inaccuracies). But one day fWhip signed in joining the WRA. This outraged some people in the elven council due to the Alliance's reputation throughout history. But fWhip assured everybody that the mortals ruling these nations are to be trusted.

[hellenichu]

Hiya!!! My Name's Nichu!!- but i also go by Niki, Nix, or whatever honestly!! Go wild!!!

I use all pronouns, but prefer he/him online!!! But as i said, honestly I don't mind any!! <3

I'm aroace and taken :)) please keep that in mind!!

ᯓ★ My current main interest is Mcyt :)) and that contains!!:

-lifeseries

-empires smp

-rats smp

-outsiders smp

-pirates smp

-hermitcraft

-WITCHCRAFT SMP.

....

And many more!! Don't be afraid to ask!! I'm also open to suggestions if you have any series(mcyt) you think I'd enjoy!!!! :3

I'm a BIG Scott fan!! So I've watched many series he's in- but i also like Grian&owen!! (a LOT of others too, I'm just not gonna list them cause I'd be too long!!)

I'm a small artist, but if you enjoy my art, do make sure to stick around!! I accept art requests, so don't be scared to send them into my inbox!! I'll probably do all of them one day!!

Yeah i'm a gacha kid 👍 you can see that on my youtube/tiktok mainly!! While i don't post it on tumblr/x/etc i still am one!! Woo!!

ᯓ★ ࣪ I AM A MULTI SHIPPER.

i ship characters. (C) NOT the content creators (cc's.). My content will contain shipping sometimes. I enjoy rare ships, so do request those too!!

I will try to keep my stuff properly tagged, but please let me know if i make a mistake/need to retag something!! I'd rather keep my ship posts out of the eye of cc's. :D

Some of my favourite ships!! :

-MajorWood

-ScottishBeans

-ScFwhip

-Scoey

Honestly don't have a DNI list. Just don't be weird around me?? If you do weird stuff, keep that properly tagged, and to yourself!! That's my only rule. If you make me uncomfortable, i WILL block you. ^_^

I have many accounts i use!!:

-X

-tumblr

-YouTube

-instagram

-tiktok

-bluesky

That's where i mainly post my art!! If you see any reblogs, which are not on my linked accounts, please let me know!! :( id appreciate that!!

Thats probably all but if you have any questions? Ask them!! I'm a bit shy but wanna interact with the mcyt community more!! See ya!!!

(updated as of 21/11/2024)

[pastara-cell]

SCFWHIP PULL THROUGH

[siriannatan]

Dragon Sleeping Habits - ScfWhip

For once fWhip isn't the one who needs being taken care of :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55694242/chapters/141905710

He'd be first to call himself a hypocrite, fWhip thought as he watched Scott during a meeting of all the emperors. Why Katherine insisted on gathering them together if all they did was argue and exchange vague and veiled threats and insults was beyond him.

But back to him observing the leven half-dragon king. Scott looked exhausted. And trust him, fWhip would know what exhaustion looked better than most. He more than once caught himself in a mirror after working on a project. And he knew, being one himself, that half-dragons were fully capable of exhaustion.

He fully knew why Scott was exhausted. It wasn't just a few weeks since his brother tried to take over the world. It must have been hard knowing your sibling was in an eternal magical prison for consorting with demons. Not to mention all the horrors they all had to go through to get him there.

So, even if fWhip was usually wary of Scott. It was in every dragon's nature to be wary of other dragons unless mated. He decided he needed to talk to Scott. Everyone else seemed to ignore the obvious. Not to mention that Scott pretty much only left his empire for these meetings. And fWhip might have overheard about him withdrawing from all his alliances. Just suddenly turned neutral to all his ‘friends’. Even from Jimmy what fWhip took worrying amounts of pleasure from. Well, he could always blame Scott being pretty for that.

So once the meeting was over. Just like last time no issue Katherine raised got solved. In fWhip's opinion best solutions involved explosives and ended with big holes. Sausage and Jimmy have been cordial ever since weren't they? Back on topic. Once the meeting was over, fWhip told his allies he needed to go back sooner but instead of going back to Grimlands he followed Scott.

He wasn't trying to hide so he was not shocked Scott landed halfway to his empire and waved at him. “What are you following me for?” The elf asked. Wings spread slightly in a threatening manner but fWhip could see them shake slightly.

“When did you last sleep?” Fwhip asked instead of responding. “Who like who, but I'd know how long we can go without sleep, no? And I can see your wings shaking. You need to sleep Scott,” he scolded, refusing to return Scott's hostile stance. He wasn't here to pick a fight for once.

Scott stared at him, likely trying to come up with a good excuse. He likely didn't but he spoke anyway. “How are you expecting me to sleep? I literally can't with the nightmares fWhip,” he huffed and yawned, likely against himself judging by the blush.

fWhip sighed. Of course Scott had nightmares. “You want a potion for dreamless sleep? It'll take a bit to make but you can stick around my place while I work on it. Who knows, some actual company might help too,” he offered. fWhip rarely offered potions to not friends or allies.

Scott stared at him in disbelief. “Do you really expect me to agree to be alone with you?” He asked but his wings relaxed.

“I can ask Gem to come over too if that makes you more comfortable,” he shrugged. Even with that one incident Gem and Scott had a pretty cordial relationship. Not to mention she had a reputation as a peacemaker.

“No need to bother her, I'll go with you,” Scott sighed, likely having thought the whole offer over.

“Okay, you first,” fWhip nodded and took a step back so Scott could take off towards Grimlands.

“Why me first?”

“So I can catch you if you pass out,” fWhip grinned. He knew Scott would hate being saved by him.

With a huff and a mutter of something that sounded like a complaint Scott took off. fWhip followed as close as he safely could. He had to admit, it'd probably be fun to race with Scott if he wasn't so exhausted.

The first thing fWhip did after they arrived was have Scott send a message to Rivendell that he was fine, just getting help solving his nightmare problem. And then let, practically dragged, Scott to his alchemy lab.

“Sit wherever, the potion should be ready in about an hour, try to sleep if you can,” he instructed while changing out of his nicer - less filthy and burnt - coat.

Scott did, taking the only chair there. Well, there was still fWhip's cot for when he couldn't drag himself into his real bed after experimenting for too long.

The potion wasn't hard. It just took some time to properly brew. So he occasionally snuck in looks at Scott. He observed fWhip carefully. Arms crossed over his chest. Clearly tense as his leg bounced up and down. Attempt to keep himself awake? fWhip felt a bit bad with how often Scott was yawning. But not enough to offer a real bed. He'd likely refuse it anyway.

Scott actually fell asleep shortly before the potion was done. Soft snoring was what alerted fWhip to the fact. He still finished and bottled the batch. It didn't look like Scott was currently having a bad dream. Aside from some mumbling between the snores he seemed quite peaceful.

With a sigh fWhip gently picked Scott up. If his calculations were correct the manor should be empty save for the patrol outside. He didn't like having people in his house while he slept.

Now, he could just leave Scott in a guest room. Put the potions on the nightstand. Maybe leave a letter if he felt particularly nice. It's what he'd do if it was anyone else in his arms - maybe aside from Gem. But this was Scott. Nothing was ever this simple when Scott was involved. Scott had fWhip's damned instincts oedge just by existing near him.

And not the aggressive, territorial instincts. fWhip had him wanting to act like an idiot. Some part - he'd never admit it was the whole - of his brain liked Scott. And wanted to mate Scott. Court him with gifts and all that. But fWhip was a realist and knew there was no way Scott would like him back. So he just suffered silently.

But as for now? Now he took Scott to his own bed. To keep an eye on him, he pushed the excitement down. He was absolutely not coming up for excuses for when Scott woke up.

Or so he could tell himself. But he could not deny the warm feeling when he tucked Scott in. His brain was too happy about the situation. So with a huff, fWhip got his coat off and removed his shoes before getting into the bed as well. Once the potions were safely on the nightstand that is.

Scott woke up the most rested he's been in days. He still felt dead tired. But not as much as when he spoke with fWhip. He felt he needed to apologise for likely making a ruckus, even if he couldn't really control it, but he felt so comfy and warm. His draconic side was practically purring in his head…

Why would he be comfy on that chair in fWhip's lab? He couldn't… Wouldn't… With panic building up Scott's eyes opened. All he could see were dark sheets. He tried sitting up but something… someone stopped him.

“Just sleep,” he froze as fWhip spoke. Voice heavy and coarse from sleep. Scott looked down. All he could see was fWhip's hair and horns. And the count was purring. Scott himself as well.

“fWhip? What… why are we in one bed?” He asked while trying to wiggle out of fWhip's hold against what his dragon part was telling him. Damn fWhip for being nice and pretty.

“You fell asleep, looked pretty peaceful so I let you sleep and brought you here, stayed in case you woke up from nightmares,” fWhip explained as if he was explaining his next plan. It shouldn't have sounded as attractive as it did.

Scott gave up trying to escape. fWhip was pretty strong for his size. And pleasantly warm. “Once I'm rested we need to talk,” Scott sighed as he settled as comfortably as he could with fWhip clinging to him.

“Fine, I freed a whole day for a nap, by the way, I can have someone bring food here if you're hungry,” fWhip continued to push all the right buttons. Scott just sighed and closed his eyes. All that could wait. He was too exhausted and touch starved at the moment to care. Their empires could survive a day or two without them around. He could be selfish for one day.

[siriannatan]

The Courtier and a Prince

I just noticed I wrote this and never shared:)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55507594

Scott was a courtier in name only. In reality he was more of a prisoner. He could not leave the castle grounds alone after all. Had to accept any duels the king wanted him to accept. To follow all of the king's orders if he wanted to keep his head. A hefty price for a rebellion he didn't even start. Scott was just a relative, las relative to be exact, of the man who did. But even if he didn't participate he had to pay the price for having traitor's blood in his veins.

So Scott did as he was told. Never left the palace. And dismantled anyone whose challenge king made him accept with speed and precision. That was what the king wanted to see after all. Hiding resentment behind the polite mask of a courtier. Ignoring all whispers that followed wherever he went.

He never had much to do with the king's royal spawn. Aside from a few duels from older princes or knights hoping to impress the princesses. All of them lost. King just said to duel them, not to let them win. He thought that aside from that he was invisible to the king's partially draconic progeny.

So why was one of the younger princes. One whose coming of age was nearest. Accosting him in an isolated alcove near the library? Prince fWhip of all of the royal spawn should have the least interest in the lone elf.

“Could you please enter and win the competition for my hand?” the prince asked. His wings and tail totally blocked Scott's escape.

“Why me?” Scott asked, forcing out a polite tone. fWhip was pretty handsome for a half-dragon spawn of the king. Sure. But Scott didn't want to be hanged for trying to marry him.

“Because I'm asking nicely,” the prince huffed. Clearly annoyed there was no immediate agreement to his frankly ridiculous request.

“Your father would sooner have me hanged than allow me to participate,” Scott sighed, shaking his head. It wasn't the first time he was asked to marry someone. Probably not the last either.

“I'll talk to him about allowing it,” fWhip insisted, like a spoiled brat prince he no doubt was behind that pretty face.

“Why not ask one of the many knights around? I'm just a glorified courtier,” Scott continued arguing against this idiocy. If he wanted to die he could just jump from the highest tower.

“Because I don't want them… Please. I don't want to .sorry some idiot I don't know…” fWhip shocking resorted to pleading.

“I'd argue you don't know me that well either,” now Scott was seriously looking for a way to escape that did not involve the window. It was high enough for the fall to hurt but not enough to kill him.

“I know you well enough to know you'll actually respect my opinion,” fWhip huffed out along a puff of smoke. “Especially when hormones take my logical thinking away,” he added, much quieter.

So that's what it was all about. fWhip's damned dragon half and his first heat. And likely all heats after. Being a royal had to be so much pain.

“Find someone else who will respect your wishes,” Scott shook his head and tried to push past the prince.

Not that it worked. It just got fWhip to actually grab him and push the elf against a wall. “Please?” He practically whined, face buried in Scott's shirt.

Scott tried to push him away but it only had the princes’ hold on his short tighten. “Please let go of me,” Scott hissed, looking around for any maid who could run to the king and give him a totally false, embellished version of the story. “Fine, I'll participate but only if the king agrees I can not promise I'll win. And you'll ask him,” Scott relented just to avoid any stern talking to. “And no mentioning you want to marry me or whatever.”

“I know, I'll just say I want to really challenge my future mate,” fWhip grinned. Mood instantly improved and ran off. Likely to instantly talk to his father.

Scot internally cursed the demonic dragon spawn prince as he fixed his clothes. Still checking for any maids or guards who might have seen or overheard them.

Over the next few days the castle was abuzz with rumors of kind and fWhip having constant, loud arguments. Scott knew it had to be about him participating. King likely didn't want to risk Scott winning the dueling competition for the princes' hand. And virginity…

“Any clue what the prince might be so insistent about?” Joel, one of the knights already ‘bound’ to different royal spawn asked. He was lucky, princess Lizzie was pretty reasonable as far as royal spawn went. Unlike fWhip.

"No clue, but I guess it's to do with the tournament,” Scott shrugged, poking at his food. Why can't he be just a normal prisoner? Locked in the deepest dungeon around? fWhip, surely, wouldn't find him there.

Everyone tensed as fWhip approached the table. “Father wants to speak with you after the dinner,” he announced and marched off to the royal demon spawn table. Scott just sighed heavily. Shrugging at the questioning look from the royal bound knights sat nearby.

Scott stopped eating as soon as the king got up and left. Waiting just a couple minutes before leaving to follow him. Fully expecting to hear that his execution would be the opening to fWhip's birthday festivities.

“You wished to speak to me, your highness?” He asked once in the king's office.

“fWhip wishes for you to participate in the duel tourney,” the king announced, his stare heavy in the elf's shoulders.

Scott blinked few times. His shock was fully genuine but it was for reasons the king thought. They were not talking about him being executed? “Why?”

“Says he wants to be sure his husband is really the best out there,” the king scoffed. He was clearly unhappy with the request but liked his children too much to deny them anything. Even if in this case he clearly tried.

“He's aware what might happen if no one beats me?”

“He is. And said he doesn't care, that he will only marry the best duelists in the land and that it would be unfair to not include you,” the king sighed. Last three days of listening to fWhip complain had to be a lot.

“He'll instantly realize and raise hell if I let anyone win without putting my all into a duel,” Scott was really trying to find an exit from this.

“Which is why you'll be restricted to only using your left arm, it's the only way I'm allowing this,” King's distaste for the whole matter was apparent. Scott was the only and last full blooded elf living in his lands aside from travelers. He really did not like the idea of any of his children being married to an elf.

“And if, by any chance,I still win?” Scott dared to ask. At this point risking an execution was not that terrible of an idea.

“Then you better make sure he's the happiest man alive and protect him with your miserable life,” king's tone left nothing to the imagination. He'd really hate that outcome but knew it was a big possibility. And that Scott's as good as dead the moment anything harms fWhip.

“Understood,” Scott nodded and left before the king changed his mind about upsetting fWhip with Scott's execution.

The news of Scott participating in the tourney quickly spread in the castle. And with them grew the usual hostility fWhip faced from everyone but the lowest of kitchen and stable staff. There were even a couple assassination attempts at Scott's life. Sadly they failed due to his immunity to all poisons and toxins. A servant did die, making the king aware. Thus an announcement was made.

Anyone who'd resort to such cowardly tactics was unworthy of the king's son's hand and would be disqualified as soon as the king knew who they were. Scott was participating just so the king could be sure his son married the best duelist just as was his wish. No matter who they were.

That cut the assassinations but not the even nastier rumors and gossip. Something about Scott having the prince under a charm. How foolish. He did not know any magic much less magic capable of charming a dragon.

Other than assassins, Scott was also avoiding fWhip. The prince seemed to be looking for a chance to talk one on one with him. Not what Scott needed at the moment. So he ended his practice, only with his right hand, early. Ate either in the kitchens or as late as possible. Avoided any secluded spaces. Like that nook by the library.

The day of fWhip's birthday celebrations, the day before his actual birthday due to the heat thing, came far too soon for Scott's liking. He could just hope someone was able to beat him.

Halfway through the tourney Scott's hope started to more than slowly die. As much as using his left hand was challenging the start he started getting used to it. And every opponent got easier and easier to beat.

And the king's gate got stronger. And fWhip's favoritism more obvious. If only the prince at least tried to pretend he's interested in any duel that doesn't include Scott…

In the end Scott remained undefeated. And his last opponent had it in him to be angry Scott was using his left hand. Scott just shrugged and admitted that after the whole day there was little difference. And the duel was repeated where he was allowed his right hand. Winning even taster.

By the evening he was married to fWhip. “I knew you'd win even with my father's dumb condition,” fWhip grinned once they were alone at their wedding feast. Scott could smell his heat was slowly coming closer and closer. He'd have one hell of a problem in the morning.

Especially with his usually easy to push back instincts and desires waking up and being more than slightly interested. Not like the king could execute him now without fWhip being very sad. But it was still troublesome.

Actually, it was pretty obvious what was happening soon even without the smell. fWhip was one clingy dragon spawn. One wing and tail wrapped around Scott. Not letting go of his arm even for a moment. Trying to feed Scott. Trying to drown the grumpy elf in affection.

“I didn't,” Scott grumbled, trying and failing to free his arm. Eating with his left wasn't as easy as wielding a sword with it. “Let go of my arm so I can eat,” he asked.

fWhip hesitated but let go of him. “We'll cuddle later,” he grinned. Scott was too tired, both mentally and physically to even try to argue.

It came back to bite him as soon as the door to their new, befitting royal couple rooms closed. He'd have to share a bed with fWhip now, wouldn't he. There was no escaping the clingy half-dragon now. Or ever.

And eager to share the bed with Scott, fWhip was. Practically dragged him to the darn thing. “Can I at least have a bath first?” Scott asked with a resigned sigh. What a mess he got tangled in.

“Only if I can join you,” fWhip grinned.

Damned clingy brat, Scott thought but agreed. “But no funny business, I'm tired.”

Shockingly fWhip behaved himself and didn't even try to touch Scott. He did stare a lot but he could live through that.

"Not even gonna try anything?” Scott asked when fWhip nicely went into bed without as much as even asking for a kiss. Not a bad thing, just shocking after lengths he went to to have Scott right here.

“You're right, we'll need plenty of energy tomorrow,” the prince grinned and Scott groaned. Did he really have to do that with this brat? Considering they were married? Yes.

The next morning had Scott waking up to a low, clearly aroused growl of his name. He slowly opened his eyes with a long yawn but seeing fWhip, shirtless and flushed, straddling his waist had him awake instantly. He wasn't even getting time for breakfast? “Scott~,” fWhip repeated his growl, grinding slightly against the part of Scott's anatomy that was too awake and interested for the early hour.

“Can't it wait until after breakfast?” Scott asked. He was not a morning person and the sun was barely starting to rise up outside. Far too early for Scott.

Not for fWhip though. Or at least his currently very horny brain. “No, I need you,” he protested, grinding his hips harder. “Now,” he pouted rather cutely.

All Scott could manage at the moment was a yawn. Don't get him wrong. fWhip was dang pretty with his pale skin, blue eyes and ginger hair. Even if he was part dragon. In all honesty the way his wings and tail twitched at the moment was utterly adorable. But Scott was still half asleep and a bit slow to register facts. “Okay, okay,” he sighed and yawned one more time. There were worse things to wake up to, he guessed, than his horny husband. “Come here and watch the wings,” Scott sighed as he pulled fWhip into a kiss.

“Wha?” fWhip managed to choke out before Scott swapped their positions. Sprawled out against pillows was also a good look for him. “Scott,” he practically purred, melting as Scott kissed and lightly nipped along his jaw.

“Hmm, you're lucky you're cute, I wouldn't wake up for anyone else,” Scott grinned. He might have some fun with fWhip. Not like the king could execute him now. Not without fWhip having a lot to say.

“Please…” fWhip breathed, trying to chase Scott's lips into another kiss but his hands remained useless on the bed.

“Please what?” Scott teased.

“Please fuck me?” fWhip battles his eyelashes at the elf.

How could Scott say no to such a cute request. And it wasn't like there was a point to go back to sleep at this point. Not like they'd be leaving the room much the next few days.

[siriannatan]

Ice and Blood

After some thought I decided to start putting my dragon!Scott propaganda in one place, hope you enjoy :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55694242

It would seem like ever since Xornoth has been sealed away, peace settled between the Empires. Old conflicts forgotten, old alliances drifted apart and mingled with their former enemies until they'd been formally dissolved over a cup of tea. Peace and quiet. Even Sausage and Jimmy stopped quarreling over their quite obvious border in the form of a massive hole.

Well, it was certainly peaceful for a time. Until fWhip got bored and became a menace. Arguing and threatening war at the slightest insult or joke. Even Gem couldn't control her twin’s temper. Leading to tensions being high whenever anyone even just heard his cane from a distance.

After a couple months of that Gem decided enough was enough and grabbed volunteers - Sausage, Jimmy and Scott - to represent everyone in trying to talk sense to him. An hour into the talks it didn't seem to be working too well.

“Come on fWhip, just cut the nonsense threats,” Jimmy signed and the count just laughed.

“Sorry, don't feel like it. And this ganking up certainly isn't helping convince me,” fWhip shrugged. Ever since they came he sat casually on his throne, crown askew on his head, mocking smirk on his lips. He didn't even get up to greet them. What a menace. He was lucky he was pretty or Scott would have frozen him to his stupid chair.

“Why won't we talk alone then? Just you and me?” Scott offered knowing none of his companions, especially Gem, would ever agree.

“Scott you can't be…” Gem started in a hushed whisper.

“Why not, that certainly sounds better than this,” fWhip nodded with a laugh. The pompous prick.

Gem and Jimmy tried to protest but Sausage was smart enough to practically drag them out. Much to fWhip's amusement.

“Finally some peace and quiet, won't you agree?” fWhip smirked, and finally got up from his stupid chair. The clicking of his cane on the hardwood floor had Scott's scales itching from nerves. Maybe being alone with fWhip was a bad idea considering their history.

“Why have you decided to be a nuisance as of late?” Scott asked, suppressing the urge to step back as fWhip circled him. He could not shake off the feeling of being looked up and down.

“Oh, that's very simple, I was waiting for you to come to me. Alone. And now I have you right where I want,” fWhip grinned, stopping in front of Scott, just inches separating the two of them.

“You could have sent a letter,” Scott huffed, holding fWhip's mischievous stare.

“But, darling, wouldn't that be terribly boring?” fWhip's head tilted as his smirk grew, exposing just a hint of his fangs. Since when did fWhip have those? “And I got you here anyway, didn't I?”

“What do you want with me?” Scott asked, lowering the room's temperature by a few degrees. He was not going to be intimidated by fWhip's antics.

“Well, you see, shortly after we dealt with your dear brother I had a little dream. A vision really. Haven't been the same since. You just seem like the kind of person to not be turned away by small things like… blood,” fWhip explained, leaning closer and closer until his face was practically in Scott's neck. He for sure didn't imagine the sharp fangs grazing free of scales skin.

fWhip was of course damn right. Him being a vampire wasn't in the slightest an issue for Scott. Anyone else might have gone looking for a solution not involving biting anyone or a cure. Scott? Scott could not deny how exciting he found the idea. “You might be right…”

Scott barely finished the sentence before he was pulled and pushed to sit in fWhip's throne. “Ouch, watch the wings,” Scott hissed as fWhip clambered into his lap.

“Can I take that as a permission?” fWhip seemed to be present enough to ask.

“What? You never bit anyone before?” Scott could not help but tease him. It was just the two of them there, he didn't need to behave like a proper ruler. fWhip shook his head as he trembled in Scott'sap. “Aww, you've been saving yourself for me? How cute,” teasing fWhip was never this fun.

“Sure, whatever you want to think. Can I bite you?” fWhip grumbled, clearly starving.

“Go ahead but I'll push you off if you drink too much,” Scott agreed but felt the need to have an out.

“You can stay the night if you feel too unwell after,” fWhip breathed out a very tempting offer before sinking his fangs into Scott's neck.

Scott instantly wasn't sure if he could ever push fWhip off. The feeling was simply too good. He could barely hear himself moan from behind the pleasant fog that settled around his mind. Was it fWhip's doing? Some vampire poison to keep pray from struggling? Not that Scott particularly cared at the moment.

After what felt like forever fWhip pulled back. And maybe seeing his lips red with Scott's own blood shouldn't be an attractive sight but Scott felt too loopy to care. “You said you'd push me off,” fWhip instantly jumped into fretting about the half-dragon.

“I'm fine, I cab take you drinking some of my blood,” Scott grinned, no doubt looking like an idiot.

fWhip scoffed at that. “Try standing up then,” he challenged, arms crossed over his chest. He looked awfullya lot like Gem when she gave out lectures on how proper rulers should behave.

Scott, never one to back away from a challenge, tried standing up. His legs held out for maybe total of five seconds before fWhip pushed him back into the chair as he was about to collapse. “Okay, maybe you're right, but it's still all your fault for not just sending out a letter to me,” Scott huffed, pulling fWhip into his lap as revenge.

fWhip glared at him but acot knew he didn't mean it. “You're staying the night, no arguing,” fWhip decided before freeing himself from Scott's hands. “I'll get the kitchen making you something to eat,” he informed and left Scott alone on Grimlands throne.

Scott grinned as he looked at fWhip's back… lower back… He didn't have his cane with him, he thought with a smirk. Maybe he'll point it out later. “Your cane?” He pointed out just as fWhip was about to open the door. Elven king just assumed no one knew fWhip didn't really need it anymore.

And he had to be right as fWhip marched back. Not a word said. Grabbed his cane and walked back. At least he seemed to be in a better mood now that he has eaten.

If on the next meeting anyone asked how Scott got fWhip's attitude fixed, he'd just say ‘charm’. If fWhip didn't want to tell anyone then Scott would play along. Especially if it meant fWhip would bite him again.

[siriannatan]

At The Edges - fWhipScott

Sometimes you get an idea and you have to write it and share it because you're unreasonably happy with it. This one's one of those :}

fWhip messed up. He knows it. Not entirely. He got the job done. He still got shot. But the mark got shot worse.

He got on the plane back home, over the divide, a damn bumpy flight. With the damn bullets still in him. And more adrenaline and alcohol in his blood than is probably healthy.

He can't go to any doctor west side like this. Sausage could probably patch him up. Can he even drive all the way to his house?

Where else can fWhip go?

Gem will drag him to the hospital against his will. Pearl too. Jimmy's not talking to him.

Sausage it is. The best chance of no hospitals.

He somehow managed to drive his terrible rental car to the right neighbourhood. He's pretty sure he got the right house. The window he told his charming brother to open was open... 

He barely squeezes through the damn thing. Was it always this tiny? He thought as he hit the white floor tile. Wasn't Sausage's like tan brown?

Scott was having a lovely evening if anyone asked. Why would being stood up on a date, not even a first date with that particular jerk, ruin his evening? 

Why would his brother sending a wedding invite upset him? He was simply sad Xor could not deliver it in person. Wedding planning had to be eating a lot of his time.

Why would his favourite take-out place be closed this particular night for incentivisation upset him?

Sitting alone on his nice, comfy couch. Under a soft, cosy blanket. Eating terrible pizza, fries and bourbon-vanilla ice cream and chasing it with some terrible soda. A perfectly normal evening in his opinion. Everyone should have an evening like that from time to time.

*THUD* 

Scott almost spilt all his popcorn when something hit his kitchen tiles. Not thinking much. With a nearby broom, he went to check the noise. He did not want to draw his neighbours' attention. 

All too happy people. Surely hiding something terrible behind those fake smiles. Especially the two handsome guys on his left. Serial killer level of perfect and happy.

In the kitchen, under the window. Luckily there was nothing there since Scott sometimes used the window as a convenient way to drop his groceries. Was a man. Not too tall a man with ginger hair who definitely did not fit the neighborhood. "Hello? Sir? Are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?" Scott asked, poking him with his broom.

"No hospital..." The man groaned and passed out. Great.

With a shaking breath, Scott decided to be stupid and help the man. It's not like his day could get any better than it already was...

He started by rearranging his position. Carefully and gently. It's been ages since he graduated med school. And almost as long since he worked in healthcare. But he still remembered some stuff. And had some stuff.

With the man in a better position and with no confirmed broken bones or damage to the head. No lumps or bumps. He retrieved the old bag of med tools. 

He made sure to keep the tools in top condition. And just recently went through it to replace what was no longer good—an old habit.

"I'm sorry it's to help you," he apologised before cutting stranger's undershirt open. It was tough fabric but nothing good medical shears couldn't deal with. 

Four bullet wounds instantly jumped into his mind. He was on the east side... Likely didn't live there. Maybe... No time for that.

He cleaned the wounds, thankfully not too deep. He gently removed the bullets as well as he could without any assistance or making the wounds worse. Once he was sure it was all good he stitched them and a few cuts as clean as he could.

What was he to do with a stranger on his kitchen floor now? They were clearly a mercenary, judging by their clothes and weapons. Probably knew someone in the area. Went to the wrong door due to his injuries.

For now, Scott pulled up a stool. Moved all his sharp things out stranger's reach. Got him a pillow. The floor tiles were not good to lie on.

And waited with his sharpest scalpel. He didn't have to wait long. Mercenaries tended to be tough. 

"Ugh... Saus..." The mercenary groaned, sitting up and froze when he noticed Scott. 

"I think you got the wrong house, I removed the bullets, cleaned the wounds and stitched them," Scott explained, slowly, carefully. Fully aware no one on this side could know how to properly deal with billet wounds. Especially a mercenary. But he already helped and at least for now had the upper hand. And the man's kind of pretty. And Scott's evening was crappy enough.

"Oh... I'm sorry for the intrusion then... I... ugh... my head..." the mercenary fumbled with his words. He didn't even try to sit up. Good. Scott thought.

"You probably shouldn't move too much," Scott hummed. It was really bad actually. His random stranger was quite pretty. And Scott had a weakness for pretty guys. "You can stay if you promise to not kill me," he had no idea why he offered. Maybe he didn't want to spend the rest of the evening alone.

"I'd hate to be a bother, my..." the mercenary tried with a polite smile. Cute.

"It's not, and I'd feel bad if I saw an ambulance dragging you out next door if you faint," masking attraction with professionalism, he tells himself.

Somehow he manages to convince the mercenary to stay with him. Or fWhip as he introduced himself after Scott settled him in the living room with a glass of water and an ice pack for his bruised ribs. They had a pretty fun evening all things considered. fWhip stayed in Scott's guest room. And in the morning, after a fast check-up, left.

Scott was a bit bummed that fWhip left without leaving him his number. But there was no helping it. He could only hope he'd bump into fWhip at some point. He was in the area for a reason. He likely went into the wrong window in pain-induced delirium.

A week later. Scott was cleaning his house when his doorbell rang. Not something that happens every day. Not without someone announcing previously they would be coming. So obviously he opened it as quickly as he could.

To a big bouquet of roses. And hiding behind it mercenary fWhip. "A... a thank you for not calling the ambulance," he said, offering Scott the roses and an almost completely hidden by them box of very nice chocolates.

"Oh... Um thank you, you didn't have to... Would you like some tea?" Scott could not believe his eyes and ears. Quite frankly was in a mild state of panic and shock. And it got worse when fWhip was accepted. "Sorry about the mess, I was doing a little cleaning up," he chuckled nervously.

Two years later, Scott was sitting on his couch, waiting for his husband to come back from 'work conference' sighing as he heard commotion from the kitchen. And grabbed his medical kit before going to patch whatever injuries fWhip brought back home.

[siriannatan]

Left at the Altar - ScottfWhip

This is what happens when I watch too many videos about crazy wedding stories.

Shout out to that one lady who carried on with her wedding party even if her fiancee ran away.

Scott had no idea what to do. He stood on the stairs to the chapel. Just informed by one of his fiancee's... ex-fiancee's groomsmen he was stood up. On his wedding day. What was he supposed to do? Go in and tell everyone 'Sorry, Jimmy liked his best man better...' That'd just make it all feel even more sad.

"You okay?" Scott jumped to his feet turning to see another of Jimmy's groomsmen. Old friend, fWhip if he remembered the introduction. He was becoming painfully aware of how little he knew about Jimmy and his friends. Butt fWhip was cute and seemed genuinely upset with Jimmy and worried.

"I'm holding it together but I feel that if I have to come in and tell everyone  I'll fall apart," Scott confessed, messing his hair. He held back so far but Jimmy was already twenty minutes 'late'. It was a shock no one left yet. 

"You got somewhere to hide? I can say it or... You can just leave, Jim's the jerk here," fWhip offered with a shrug. "Not the first time he ditched someone, but... he never escaped a wedding before... Just go home if you can't stand staying, I certainly won't blame you."

"Jimmy took our ride... ugh... What a mess..." Scott grumbled, thinking about possible hiding spots.

"I... It's dumb... I could give you a ride. Quickly text my brother so he can explain it, he owes me a big favour... It's dumb," fWhip mumbled as the murmurs from inside got louder as everyone wondered what was going on.

"Offering to help me escape my own wedding? Sure, why not," Scott shrugged. He might as well let the day go completely crazy.

fWhip nodded and ran off for his ride. He was soon back with... a freaking motorbike. "I only have one helmet," he gave Scott an apologetic smile as he offered the one helmet to him. "We should hurry. I just texted Sausage that you approve guests knowing," he added and helped Scott with the helmet. He was never on a motorbike.

But now he was on one. Desperately clinging to fWhip. Only realising they're both in damn suits. He had a hard morning, okay. Very form-fitting suit. And fWhip looked unfairly nice in his. Full black nicely contrasting his pale complexion and copper-ginger hair.

fWhip didn't take him directly home. First they went for fried chicken sandwiches. "I know how weddings work, I was my sister's best man. You must be hungry," fWhip explained at the parking lot. "And people might go to your place to look for you," he added as Scott slowly realised that fWhip took him to a spot farthest from the wedding venue.

Scott just nodded and let fWhip handle the breakfast and everything. Himself just sitting down. For the first time looking at his phone. Nothing from Jimmy. Some worried texts from family. 'Too tired, couldn't handle it, will deal with everything tomorrow,' he responded to a few most important people before turning his phone off.

"Got our order," fWhip smiled awkwardly, taking a seat opposite of Scott. "I'm really sorry about Jim... he's..."

"Jimmy? I felt something was off since morning. He wasn't answering my texts," Scott sighed staring daggers at his phone as if it could dare to come back to life on its own. "You said it's not the first time he did something like this?"

"Prom. Totally ditched me. Apologized profusely a few days later but I would not let us be more than just friends... I really didn't think he'd do it on his wedding day," fWhip confessed, staring at the order number screen. "I only met Tango at his bachelor party, it didn't seem like they were that close..."

Scott sighed. He was about to say something but their order was called. As they ate Scott swapped the subject to try to get to know fWhip. He was, kind of, his knight in shining armour. Or on a shining Harley, at least.

And what a knight he turned out to be. It only took Scott three days to settle all remnants of the wedding with fWhip's help. As it turns out he's a lawyer. And this wasn't the first wedding he had to help 'clean up'.

Three years later, Scott got proposed to again. By a handsome lawyer with a Harley motorbike, a cute smile, and tattoos.

[siriannatan]

Beauty and the Beast - ScfWhip

Sometimes one just needs to take a break from trying to force out ideas for other projects, this one is one of those break projects.

Hope you enjoy :}

Scott eyed up the manor he stood outside. Was staying a whole year here really going to save the town? Worth a try at least he thought as he reached for the solid metal knocker on the massive wooden door to the manor. The manor itself was pretty impressive. 

Not as scary and creepy as he imagined based on what he was told about the place. But the pointed, dark roofs topped with dark metal spikes could have made more of an impression than the white and grey walls. Dark wood shutters on the windows. Luckily not blocked with any sort of iron bars. Maybe all they saw was the tall wall surrounding the manor and its well-maintained rose garden?

He was about to knock when the door opened on its own. "Come on in," a calm, borderline cold voice invited him in. "Leave your baggage here, it'll be in your room when you get there," it added and Scott, with heavy heart followed and entered the manor. 

He was expecting a butler of some sort but was greeted by nothing. And then disembodied directions to what turned out to be a smaller dining room. Likely not the main one of the manor. Table set. Dinner for one on one side. And a matching set of 1 goblet and decorated with a dark metal decanter of a red liquid. Scott hoped it was wine.

"Have a seat," the voice said and Scott once more listened.

He didn't even have time to think if he was supposed to start or wait when a door opened and, who he could only assume to be the master of the place entered.

A man slightly shorter than Scott. Dressed in fitted, dark trousers. White shirt with billowed sleeves kept skin tight by a deep dark red vest with golden embroidery around the edges and golden buttons. Golden chain sticking out of his watch pocket. Medium-length ginger hair tied with a ribbon at the base of his skull. Face covered by a white mask adorned with black flowers and red leaves. His hands and bit of neck between the ruffle of his shirt, ket up by a black ascot and the mask. Pale, sickly, or even deathly so from the distance.

But most obvious and shocking were a pair of horns on his forehead not unlike those of a dragon. Even darker than his vest, almost black, red. And a fitting pair of wings folded over his back like a living cape. And of course, a tail. Same deep dark red scales, and visibly sharp spikes.

"No need to stand up," he said. Or so Scott guessed. As he took his seat by the goblet and decanter. Would he remove the mask? "I hope the journey through the woods wasn't too uncomfortable. I allowed myself to guess you'd be hungry."

"It's most kind..."

"Count fWhip but you can call me just fWhip. You'll have to excuse me, but the mask must stay on," he introduced himself, pushing the mask up just enough to expose his lips. As Scott would expect, pale. Too pale.

"Scott and I don't mind at all," Scott shook his head. He was curious but not foolish. He had a whole year to survive and annoy his host during their first shared... meal. Not annoying fWhip seemed like a good first step to surviving.

Starting with minding his manners like he never did before. Even while learning from his mother. Despite his family's status declining, she insisted her children know how to dine like proper nobles. This would be probably his first chance to really use that.

"I didn't expect too many elves this far from the capital," fWhip mused, sipping whatever the red stuff in his decanter was. Scott was strongly hoping it was just dark wine. 

"There are a few families in town but, indeed, more elves live closer to the capital," Scott saw no reason to deny or hide anything. Not like it was some sort of secret or mystery. And it was something to talk about.

As things were, the meal was relatively silent. Scott kept an excuse of being tired and ready. Even hid a few genuine yawns between the main and dessert—only small ones, hopefully not too rude. Dessert floating in woke him up enough to not fall asleep at the table. 

Eventually, all the plates were empty and floated away. Or were there invisible servants? Who was controlling them? Why was fWhip even living so far from civilization? Most of the day by carriage deep into the woods. Is he living here or being kept here? All questions he would not be asking.

"We stayed up late enough, I'll show you to your room," fWhip brought it up before Scott could think of a way of doing so while not being rude.

Scott politely expressed his thanks and followed the Count through the lavish and pristinely clean but low-lit corridors.

"Tomorrow after breakfast I'll give you a tour of the most important places, but you're free to explore the manor. Just keep away from any doors you find locked. If you find yourself lost call my name and I'll find you," fWhip explained what had to be the rules of the house. Scott paid close attention to his words. He had to remember these rules if he wanted to last that year. "We're here, I'll see you for breakfast then," fWhip stopped by a door finer than any door to a personal chamber Scott has ever seen.

"Thank you for the evening," Scott said with a polite bow. He'd hate to take more of fWhip's time than he intended to offer. Or to ask why he had to spend a year here. Just to offer the company? He hoped he could figure it out without openly asking. "Good night count fWhip," he said and waited.

"Good night Scott," fWhip said with a slight bow. Rightfully since he was the host. "And one more thing, please try not to leave your room after our evening meal," he added, slightly confusing Scott. 

Maybe after that time, he didn't have any means of keeping an eye on Scott? Like Scott could hear him without seeing him as he arrived? Or was there yet another mystery hiding in this manor? Scott would not like to test it this early into his stay. Or at all. So he quickly entered the room and locked the door. He assumed it'd be okay based on the ominous warning and not being told to not do it.

"I should unpack," he sighed but first took a look at the room.

It was comfier, more elegant and all that than any room Scott'd been in. Equipped with everything he might need. A desk, a mall sitting area with a low coffee table and a couple of chairs. A massive bed. A walk-in closet. There were clothes already there. Finer than anything he brought along. Not quite the styles, fabrics or colours he'd choose himself but he'd not complain. He assumed that fWhip liked those styles so it might help him last that year. And a personal bath.

After a cursory glance around the closet about he picked out some sleep clothes and went to the bath. Count fWhip was a truly powerful and rich man to offer his guests all these comforts and luxuries.

The bath was, as he was starting to expect, stocked with fragrant soaps, salts and candles. Soft and fluffy towels of any size he might desire and robes. And all the magical comforts nobility and royalty can expect. Scott decided to stop overthinking it as he looked over all the jars by the massive mirror and just got on with the bath. And he had no idea how early - or late - in the morning he had to be up and ready for breakfast.

So he started the tub so it could fill as he got ready. With his travel clothes in a clearly labelled basket. This was likely a guest suit after all. Scott practically moaned as he got into the tub. He didn't realise how bumpy the journey was until all his sore spots reminded him just now. He had other things to focus on so far.

Like the mysterious Count fWhip. What was his relation to the woman in a purple cape? Was she a friend of his or an enemy? In either case, what would she need a company for him for? So he doesn't try to escape? "Pretty comfy cage if she's got him locked up here," he sighed, eyeing up his selection of bath soaps and salts. "I just have to not annoy the count and I should be fine. Relax and be ready to apologize and come up with excuses at any moment. Grand," he sighed and relaxed in silence. But his thoughts kept wandering to fWhip. 

And who could blame him? There was a high chance he was quite handsome under that mask of his. All the dragon stuff like scales horns and all that only served to strengthen his feeling. Not that he had any plans to do anything about it. fWhip and the mystery woman's relationship was a mystery after all. Was he even at all involved in why Scott was here? He was ready for a guest to arrive so he knew someone would be coming. "I'll just have to be careful and pay attention to what he says," Scott sighed and forced the big thoughts away. He could do some mild investigating after breakfast.

Scott was ready to go to bed right after the bath but a glance at the desk had him changing his mind. He decided to write down all the rules fWhip gave him so far down. Just in case and with room for any new ones. Just to keep track of everything. After a short thought, he noted a few theories down as well. Couldn't hurt to organise his thoughts. And thinking, even if unnecessary, was something to do over the next year.

[siriannatan]

So I had some Thoughts this morning. And I we've wrote them out. It might be slightly unhinged, but I have no idea if I'll ever write it out properly so I decided to share those unhinged ideas :}

Hermitcraft Empires XLife arranged marriage thing notes

Katherine elven queen of House Blossom

Shubble - her wife

Her son's

Xornoth

Scar

Scott

Tango

Martyn

Their future/present spouses

Joey - high ranked lord of the elven court

Cub - fairy king of the unseelie court official title the Oberon

fWhip - second prince of dragon empire of Mythland

Jimmy - third prince of the sky empire of avians

Ren - the Red King of the beast empire

Other/ side characters

Grian - Jimmy's 2nd oldest brother, married to Xisuma, king of the ...

Joel - Jimmy's oldest brother, married to the Ocean Queen Lizzie

Doc & bDoubleO - Ren's head advisors nad good childhood friends

Sausage, married to prince Pixl of Pixandria - fWhip's older brother

Gem - fWhip's younger twin sister and arch mage of Mythland Academy of Magic

Premise of the story shannenigans of the engagement and weddings of the elven princes

Cub and Scar - already married, recently but still

Xornoth - hates Joey's guts but has no choice as the heir

Scott - can't care less until he saw fWhip for the first time, got a pretty necklace as a gift even if fWhip just arrived

Tango - young, slightly confused, just happy to be getting married, finds Jimmy really pretty

Martyn - freaking terrified of how tall and broad Ren is, was soaking wet when they met and gifted Ren's cape - Ren's an actual sweetheart(TM) under his scary appearance

Scar (plus Cub), Scott, Tango and Martyn secretly went dread wolf huntin the night before most of their fiancé's arrived for the big engagement party that'd be followed by four separate weddings (Martyn's, then Jimmy's, then Scott's and then Xornoth's). Their return is when fWhip, last to arrive arrived, also when Martyn met Ren for the first time.

[siriannatan]

Beauty and the Beast - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

I must say I really like how this chapter came out :}

Scott woke up well-rested and relaxed. As he stretched he could hear muffled pattering of rain on the windows. At least bad weather waited until he had arrived. Even if he was at first a bit confused as to where exactly he was he quickly remembered the dinner and the mysterious Count fWhip. After one last yawn and a stretch, he got ready for the day. 

He picked out an outfit from what fWhip had waiting for him. On last night's assumption that the Count would like it. It fit eerily well. Like it was handmade for Scott. Maybe it was the lady in the purple cape? She was mainly why he was here. At least the dark blues he picked weren't clashing too much with his hair.

"What now?" Scott wondered once he was ready. Needlessly though.

As he thought if he could make his way to the dining room without being late there was a knock on the door. Scott rushed to open it to be met with fWhip's mask. "Good morning, I hope I'm not too early," the Count greeted with a slight polite bow.

"I was wondering if I'm up too early myself," Scott could not help but chuckle. "And good morning to you as well," he added lest he offends fWhip. 

fWhip nodded. "Shall we go for breakfast then?" he offered and Scott gladly followed him. Even if they walked in silence.

In the dining room, same as last night, there was already breakfast ready for Scott and the same decanter and goblet for fWhip. It was not helping Scott's feeling that it was not wine. There was no way fWhip had already eaten. Scott would just ignore it. It would be the safest. 

"I hope the room was to your liking. I didn't get much warning that I'd be having a guest," fWhip hummed as Scott tried to decide what to even start with. 

"The room's most satisfactory," Scott smiled as his mind swirled around the second part. Not much warning? "I take it you know the lady in a purple cape," he said against all self-preservation told him. fWhip did not seem to be ecstatic about the situation.

"She didn't introduce herself? And she tells me my manners are bad... She's... a friend. Likes to send me guests so I'm not 'lonely'," Count fWhip sighed. "How long did she tell you to stay?" 

"A whole year," Scott said, ready for fWhip to burst out in anger. "Said a catastrophe would befall the town if no one came."

But he didn't, just sighed. "Typical. When the rain stops I'll check the gate but I have a feeling we're completely stuck here until that year passes," he added looking out the windows at the heavy rain raging outside. Scott would not be shocked if it started thundering at some point. "If it were up to me I'd just let you go home but she won't allow it, sadly," fWhip carried on and just then moved his mask to have a sip of his drink. 

He no doubt had a nice jaw. Not that it was a time to think about it. They were both effectively stuck in home arrest in fWhip's mansion and surrounding gardens. If fWhip was correct assuming the spell containing them was on the outer wall of the estate. "She won't harm you and neither will I so do not worry," fWhip's assurance did not do much to calm any of Scott's worries.

"Why would he just send someone to stay with you? Just for the company?" Scot asked deciding to start with oatmeal. It seemed right with everything fWhip just told him. 

"As far as I know, yes. She just started one day and would get annoyed if I let them leave," fWhip sighed heavy and tired. "If I let the person stay the time she specifies she's supposed to leave me alone about my... lack of company for as long. You've been told to stay the longest so far," he added, regretfully pulling the mask down. 

Scott finished the breakfast in silence. "Would you like a tour or would you rather go to your room?" fWhip asked as the plates floated away. "I can have lunch send there if you'd like as well," he extended the offer.

Scott thought about it briefly. fWhip likely felt bad Scott was stuck with him for that long. And likely expected Scott to not want to see him for some time. Too bad for him, Scott was not in the mood to be alone. "I'd love a tour," he said clearly shocking the Count. "We're stuck here, no use avoiding each other," he shrugged.

fWhip didn't agree and showed him around the mansion. The kitchen where he was allowed to ask for any snacks he'd like. The main dining room with a massive table and a small stage with a lone piano in one corner. A ballroom with a more complete stage. He was shown a door to a veranda leading out to the back gardens full of more roses.

"You must really like roses," Scott noted, feeling a bit braver now that he knew fWhip wasn't all that responsible for the whole situation. And maybe he was hoping to get close enough to the Count within this year to at least see his face.

"I... I simply prefer them over other flowers, I guess. Never really thought about it," fWhip confessed with some hesitation. "They're pretty I guess."

It was quite cute and very on Scott's mind as the tour carried on to a music room. Then a library. Now that had Scott's full attention. What kind of books can mysterious Count fWhip have in his collection? And Scott had a whole year to go through as much of it as he could. His excitement had to be pretty obvious.

"You can bring any book from here to your room but please return them before bringing more out," fWhip said as Scott tried to take in as much of the library as he could barely having stepped in. 

"Thank you, that's very kind of you," Scott thanked him already knowing what he'd do after the tour.

The rest of the mansion wasn't as interesting. Mostly unused. But there were several locked doors fWhip pointed out to him. And curtains he was told to not look behind. Scott decided to just not look behind any curtains. Better safe than sorry. There was still the mystery of fWhip's favourite red drink.

Somehow, sometime as Scott was glancing at the rain and distant thunder coming closer, they got to the main door. Just as someone knocked on it. "Can be only one person," fWhip muttered barely loud enough for Scott to catch. But he understood what fWhip meant. The woman in a purple cape. So he hid a bit more behind the Count as the door opened. 

It was indeed her. Braid of coppery hair not unlike fWhip's peeking from under her hood. "Hello fWhip," he greeted not removing her hood as she stepped in.

"Scott, please go to the tea room," fWhip asked as a cat made of shadows jumped out from under a small side table. "He'll show you the way just in case," he added and Scott wasted no time leaving. Even if the woman in purple didn't seem too happy with it.

"Sending him away already? And here I came all this way to check on you two," Scott heard her say as he walked away.

"Why drag him here at all? Can't you just leave me alone?" he heard fWhip ask before he was too far to hear more. 

The cat was likely fWhip's doing so he'd likely know if Scott tried to listen in on their conversation. So he walked to the cosy tea room where a pot of tea and cookies were already waiting for him. A nice after-tour snack. And the cat was still there. Watching Scott. Giving him a possibly insane idea. Not his fault he liked cats.

So he reached out to the shadowy creature. It just tilted its head but did not try to move away from him. And gently pet its head. Touching it was a bit weird. It wasn't warm or cold. Or fluffy and soft. Just this weird hard to describe the feeling. With the cat not protesting to that Scott patted his lap inviting it. No reaction but another head tilt. "Sorry buddy but you're too cute," he apologised and gently picked the cat up. It just let him place it in his lap. Where it seemed to decide Scott could not leave without it noticing and curled up. Scott just petted the cat, sipping tea until fWhip walked in.

The count seemed composed but the air seemed tense as soon as he walked in. The cat instantly jumped off Scott's lap under the table and melded with the shadows. 

"She confirmed we're stuck together, but I'll still check once the rain is over," fWhip informed taking a seat as far from Scott as seemed possible. Was he that annoyed with the situation? Likely. "I apologise, I did not expect her to show up at all while you're here," he added as Scott shifted uncomfortably. "I have some things to do, feel free to go anywhere you like... Actually, just ask him to show you the way," he seemed to remember something as he quickly got up and the cat was back. "He'll also let you know when it's lunchtime," the Count added and was gone.

Scott finished his tea. Thoughts swirling in his mind. fWhip and purple cape seemed somewhat familiar with each other. Familiar enough for her to be worried the Count might be lonely. "Library?" he asked the cat once he was done with tea. Overthinking fWhip relationship with the mystery woman couldn't be good for him.

Cat meowed silently and led him to the library where it jumped on one of the seats and watched him. A chair with the perfect view of the door. Scott gave it a little head scratch before moving to peruse the bookshelves. 

Unsurprisingly he didn't find much about the area. It was mostly science, history (old history), alchemy, geography (also old) and some fiction books. Out of all of it the last category was most interesting. He'd check the history another day just to know how long ago fWhip's knowledge of outside might cut off. He barely picked out a book to start with when the cat rubbed his legs.

"Lunch time?" Scott asked and it just walked to the door. Had to be so he left his book to start after and followed it.

fWhip wasn't there but there was a not. 'Had more to do than I thought, but I'll see you at dinner,' it said with an elegant signature of fWhip at the bottom. Scott was only slightly disappointed to be eating alone. At least the cat was still with him even if hiding under a side table. So Scott ate and then returned to the library to read until the cat gave a signal that it was dinner time.

This time Count fWhip was at the table when Scott walked in. Mask already pulled up even if it didn't look like he had any of his drink yet. He offered Scott a tight-lipped mile as he walked in. "I apologise for not joining you for lunch," he said as the cat vanished into the shadows. Sadly, it was cute.

"It's nothing, you were not planning to have a long-term guest after all," Scott assured. fWhip's jawline was indeed very nice. "I can spend some time alone," he added as a light joke.

"I know, but... I do feel terrible you ended up tangled in my mess," fWhip sighed. The joke failed completely.

"It's not that bad, not like you even tried to harm me," Scott shrugged.

"So far."

"So far you've been much nicer than purple cape lady," Scott reminded. fWhip didn't even threaten him. He was just plainly very nice. 

"If you say so," the Count hummed. "I hope you had a nice day," he shifted the topic. So Scott recounted the book that picked his interest. Even if he was sure that fWhip had read it. And the Count kindly at least faked interest.

Once dinner and dessert were done fWhip once again walked him to his room and quickly vanished after wishing him good night. Now that he thought about it. He had no idea where fWhip's room was. Had to be one of the locked rooms. Man deserved some privacy in his own house so Scott ignored it.

Instead, he got ready for the bed. But when he came back from the bathroom the cat was on his bed. "Hello buddy," Scott greeted it not wasting time to give it head scratches. "Give me a moment," he smiled and quickly noted down everything that happened. And some guesses on what fWhip and mystery woman's relationship could be.  And went back to bed. The cat still there. "G'd Night buddy," he yawned out before quickly falling asleep.

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Flowers 1/2

In order to lessen the amount of ongoing projects I went through ones I planned to be shorter and finished this one.

Hope ya'll like it :}

And yes, I did get inspired by Miley Cyrus… It's a good damn song.

Scott needed no stinking boyfriend. Jimmy could have all the engineers he wanted. Scott didn't need him at all. He did exceeding well on his own before Jimmy and will now without him.

He can buy flowers for himself. He had Louise to talk to, even if the cat couldn't talk back. No, talking back was actually better. He could even hold her little paws.

Who needs a boyfriend anyway?

Not Scott. So on his first day off since the mess, full of yelling and throwing things break up, he went to his favourite flower shop. They seemed to get a new neighbour in the form of a tattoo and piercing parlour.

"Scott! How can I help you," Pearl greeted him with a wide, warm smile.

"Prettiest flowers you have, I'm treating myself today," Scott grinned back. She already knew about the breakup and did not comment on it. "You got new neighbours," he hummed as she picked out what she knew were his favourites. Maybe he should get a new piercing. Mark the occasion properly.

"Oh, them, nice siblings, good artist I'm thinking of commissioning something for myself," Pearl chatted as if she was being paid to promote the other business.

Scott just hummed and nodded. He had been thinking of that new piercing for a long time. His clients often associated tattoos and piercings with creativity. He was in the middle of a contract when he got his first one. The client instantly was more on board with his ideas with that present. 

And he simply liked piercings. Even if he only had one for the time being. "I just might pop in and check it out. I've been thinking of getting another for some time," he mused, playing with his so far only one.

"I can keep your flowers here while you do," Pearl very kindly offered. 

Scott thanked her but took his flowers with him. "Maybe another day," he said and left.

"Suit yourself, one of the guys there is really cute~," she waved as Scott left. 

Cute guys were the last thing he needed at the moment. He was more than fine alone. Louise was all he needed.

He came by the place just a week later. The idea of getting a second piercing was constantly on his mind. And his latest  customer constantly complained they he was not creative enough.

Inside the place was dark, with moody music and closed displays of piercings and some other jewellery. On a small purple couch sat a kid so enamoured with the tablet he was holding he totally ignored Scott.

And behind the front desk, taping angrily at his phone was possibly the cutest man ever. Messy copper hair that a thin, dark wire headband failed to keep contained. Pretty blue eyes. Many dark metal piercings. A dark T-Shirt with an almost faded, red logo of some sort was slightly too big on him. Short sleeves exposing a dark rose sleeve tattoo on his arm. More black in the form of bracelets and rings. And he painted his nails. Black, plain matte black, but Scott still could appreciate it.

"Welcome, how can I help you?" The man asked as his phone hit the desk. 

Oh no, his voice was cute too even if he sounded bored and tired. At ten in the morning... "Hi... Umm do I need an appointment for a piercing and if I do when is the best time for it?" Scott instantly sauntered up to the desk. The kid was probably either a customer's or a relative of someone from the staff.

"Not really, I think Gem's free at the moment," the man shrugged and checked a bound in dark, likely fake, leather calendar. "Yep, she free. Is now okay?" 

"Yes," Scott nodded. He was not going to ask if Cutie could do it. That'd be weird. He was probably staring a weird amount already. Just appreciating the art on his arm, would be what he'd defend himself with.

"Great. Gem! You got a customer," he yelled to the back. Scott was definitely coming back just to see him. Which was probably a bad reason but he was damn cute.

Out the back came a girl that looked a lot like the cutie. The same shade of copper hair. Green eyes tho. She had the same annoyed expression as Cutie made at his phone. Twins? "No need to yell," she scolded. "Sorry about him, how can I help you today? I'm Gem by the way," she extended her arm, no longer annoyed but all friendly, professional and nice.

Scott somehow managed to focus on picking a spot he wanted and a starter stud. He'd think what he'd put there more permanently later. For today he picked a helix from the diagram he was presented if only just because Cutie had one of those among many others.

"He's single, fWhip, my brother," she smiled as she prepared for the job. Away from cutie ears.

"Is that a normal topic for a conversation with a customer?" Scott asked but did not mind getting the man's name.

"It's good for a sister who wants her brother to leave the house for something other than just work and pizza," Gem chuckled as she put all she needed in its place. "He only does tattoos if you want him alone for a little bit," she grinned and removed her hoodie. She had a very pretty, stained glass-like dragon on her arm. "This one was all fWhip. He's really good, especially if it's your first one," she said and got to work as Scott tried to process what he was supposed to do with that.

He could get a tattoo but that was quite a commitment to make just to stare at a cute guy. And have his hands on him... It was too tempting to not at least think about it...

There was no harm in just talking about it? Right? And he's been thinking about getting one before coming here today. So he asked Gem if he could maybe first consult a tattoo with someone. He didn't name anyone but she instantly offered to let him have 'five minutes with fWhip'. Scott just nodded. 

"fWhip, we have a customer who wants to talk about possible tattoos," Gem announced once she was done. Scott followed her and gave fWhip' a sheepish smile. "He liked my dragon so I offered to let him talk directly with the designer," she grinned. Scott was pretty sure he caught a tiny bit of blush on fWhip's face.

"Sure thing, the lady from the other side brought the flowers I ordered earlier," fWhip' shrugged and pointed to a fresh bouquet of flowers. "I had no idea what you meant so I just listed what I know you like," he shrugged and motioned Scott to follow him.

Scott was painfully aware he was alone with fWhip' when the door to his office clicked closed and a chair was pointed to him. His stare switched between fWhip, all the equipment for tattooing, a mix of colourful and monochromatic designs on the walls and a leather jacket hanging at the back of the spinning chair fWhip sat in.

"Please tell me Gem didn't force this into you?" fWhip started with a sigh. Leaning back in his chair. Unfairly attractive for the current circumstances.

"Not really, more like convinced me to finally take a first step," Scott smiled. He did not want this to end so quickly. And was now genuinely interested. "I simply have no ideas. But I've been thinking about getting one for a long time," he admitted, forcing himself to relax. He was not talking to a potential boyfriend but a professional in their place of work.

fWhip hummed. Got up and brought over a not-too-thick binder full of what turned out to be some designs he just had lying about... And they were all pretty good. But what got Scott's attention was a pair of golden stag horns. Very geometric, sketched out in pretty gold ink. "This one looks cool," he pointed out before he could bite himself.

"Mhm, could work as a back tattoo or clavicle but the second would hurt a lot more. This," he pulled his shirt's neckline down slightly, exposing some flowers. There were more peeking from under the short sleeve on his right arm. Same tattoo? "Hurt quite a bit and I'm used to it," he hummed, as Scott tried to focus words, not the sudden desire to know what and where exactly fWhip had tattooed on his body.

Scott hummed, shifting in his seat. Damn. Why must this man be so attractive? "I'll think about it and call if I make up my mind?" Was the best he could offer at the moment.

"Sure, you can also come up with any modifications you want. Would you want a photo or copy of this?" fWhip offered what Scott did not know how to ask for.

He accepted of course. Ideas about what to add, not change, already swirling in his head. Right next to all the indecent thoughts of fWhip his brain refused to let go of. He should not be thinking these thoughts yet here he was.

He felt weird when he left after paying for everything. He was happy with his new piercing but the sheet of paper with the scan of fWhip's sketch felt heavy in his bag. And it wasn't even the proper thing. Just a copy.

With a sigh, Scott almost dragged himself to his favourite coffee shop. He had some designs to work on. 

He could barely focus. The way fWhip swayed in his chair as he spoke was stuck in his mind. The way his fingers toyed with a pen all the time as well. Scott could not think about anything but the golden antlers' sketch.

His mind was mostly stuck on an image of fWhip, for unknown reasons shirtless with a rather blurry imagining of more flower tattoos based on what Scott had seen so far. Sketching it while looking very aesthetic and handsome... Damn. Scott wanted that man to break him in half...

He sighed as he pulled out a sheet of special foil he used to speculate modifications on printed-out designs and lined it over the print of fWhip's sketch. Not like he could focus on anything else...

[siriannatan]

So the villain/hero thing is really making itself home in my brain so I decided to share another bit I wrote. It might change later on but here it is 🤗

But maybe her worries were right.

On his first solo patrol after that Scott got the message he was constantly expecting - Tinkerer was up to no good. Apparently he collected some goons and took over a lab working on experimental technologies. Chips, robots, nanotechnology. This kind of stuff.

"I can try sneaking in," Scott told Martyn through comms. He loved Lizzie like a sister but he was happy to have his usual supporter.

"That's risky," Martyn grumbled, as ever overly cautious compared to Scott. "And there are hostages," he reminded and Scott nodded.

"Fine, has he made any demands?" He asked, still eyeing the building for best way in just in case.

"Nothing form the man himself but his goons have been getting nervous... And everyone's busy... We're alone, Major," Martyn sighed, frantically typing something and calling someone an ass. Likely Oli, overseeing Blaze and Canary. A terrible combination actually but it was hard to find good support staff.

"Tell police to keep the goons distracted, I'll look for Tinkerer, be ready for signal to die," Scott nodded and started moving. As quietly and discrete as a hero with massive angel like wings can...