#and also thank you for the trade again i love love love how you drew my girl

[b1ttersweet-dreams]

art trade w @yeahyeahyeah88 + another older drawing i did of their ocs

[jenoslutie]

bad idea, right? l l.dh

❥ Synopsis: You swear you've moved on, you swear you're happy in your relationship. But why is Donghyuck still on your mind? and why are you in his bed again

❥ Genre: Ex FWB!Donghyuck, Bf!Jeno, angst, smut, ??? with benefits au, she is toxic.

❥ Warnings: disloyalty, blackmailing, suggestive but no actual smut, just a whole lot of shitty behaviour from mc, even more implications to recording during sex jeno x reader, haechan x reader. not a happy ending.

❥ Word count: 3.8K

❥ a/n: hellooo angels <3 so uh, this is part 2 of is it casual!!! i KNOW this is not what u guys wanted but i fear this is how the story went!!! as always, feedback is much appreciated :P !! also THANK U TO @be-my-sunrise and @hanniesbrat for letting me yap to you guys about this odd ass fic LMAO

You hated the fact your boyfriend was roommates with the man that ruined you. You hated walking into your boyfriend’s apartment and seeing his face there, staring back at you as if nothing ever happened. You hated having sex with your boyfriend knowing he could come home at any time and hear you. You hated the fact that he still thought that your boyfriend was your friend and treated him like one. 

Jeno, your boyfriend, has been nothing but the best to you. He comforted you through all the late nights you wanted to spend crying, he held you through every moment you spent crying over that fucker until you realized how much you really like him. No man has ever treated you the way Jeno has. No love has ever compared to the love Jeno has given you and you wouldn't trade it for the word. 

“Jeno, I really don’t want to see him, can you just come over instead?” 

That’s how alot of your nights went, 

baby <3: donghyuck told me i need to move out baby <3: he fucking sucks  baby <3: he said i need to break up with u or leave because he can't stand seeing u around 

you: what the actual fuck  you: i'm so sorry  you: he actually sucks so bad  you: you’re welcome to move in with me in the meantime  you: or however long u want you: i'm so sorry for dragging u into this mess jen you: seriously 

baby <3: it’s not your fault baby  baby <3: we’re in this together. 

“You packing up your shit or what, loverboy?” Donghyuck smirked, leaning against Jeno’s door frame. 

“Use your eyes, Donghyuck.” Jeno scoffed, not sparing him a glance. He continued to pack his stuff into his boxes. 

“Oh, don’t forget to pack your girlfriend’s clothes! In Fact, I might have some in my room too, you want me to bring them to you?” 

“Fuck off, Donghyuck.” 

One thing you know for sure is Donghyuck fucking sucks. If he didn’t make that clear the first time around. You’d say you wish the worst upon him. However, some nights, you get deep in your thoughts and thoughts about your relationship with Donghyuck and you miss it. But one thing never changed, you always had Jeno by your side, every time, without fail. 

“Jeno, what if I never met you?” 

“Where’s this coming from?” He chuckled, pulling you in closer and kissing your head for reassurance. “I’m sure i’d find you one way or another, you're my person” 

It was little things like this that made you fall for him. You truly believe Jeno was the one for you. No one treated you half as good as he did. 

“I never want to leave you, angel. You’re mine forever” You smiled, cuddling closer to Jeno, you smiled to yourself when his scent hit you. He smelled heavenly, like he always did, the same comfort and warmth that drew you into him in the first place making you desire him even more today. 

unknown: hey unknown: i'm sure you know who this is unknown: we need to talk unknown: don’t tell jeno. 

Your heart sank. Donghyuck? It can’t be. 

you: who is this? 

unknown: [attachment: 1 video]  unknown: remember me? 

Your jaw dropped, clicking on the video to see you bent over the sink in a bathroom you could never forget, ever. Your hair a mess, you're deliriously calling yourself ‘his forever’. You fucking hated that he had anything to black mail you with such as this. You hated yourself for giving him that type of power. 

you: donghyuck. you: we have nothing to say to each other  you: dont try to contact me again

unknown: you’d be fine with me sending this to your boyfriend though, right?

Immediately, you called him. He was sick in the head and only got more and more out of hand. 

“Donghyuck, you’re not fucking funny” you spat, venom laced in every word

“Funny? Babe, who said I was trying to be funny?” He chuckled “I’m serious, did you forget your little boyfriend lives right next door?” 

You heard him knock on the wall, screaming out your boyfriend’s name.  “Jeno!” 

“Shut the fuck up!” A faint voice in the back. 

“Fuck off, Donghyuck.” And with that you hung up, falling back onto your bed with a sigh. 

“Jeno stop! They’ll hear us” You giggled, lightly pushing Jeno’s head away from his spot in between your legs. He’d been trying to get you worked up through your clothes the whole time youve been over at his apartment. This was the last week of him living here before he officially moves in with you and you both were ecstatic. Last week you’d have to see his face, last week you’d have to be in constant fear that he’ll overhear you and Jeno having sex and last week you’d have to even think about him.  

“We’re alone, baby” he pinned your arms down with one hand. “Let me eat you out baby, promise you’ll be good?” You gave in, nodding at the promise of Jenos mouth on you. 

“I’ll be good.” 

Jeno was talented with his tongue. His technique was unlike any other. He knew how to have you arching into his touch, begging for more, cumming within seconds. You’d describe him as a walking sex god. His way of having you craving more was unmatched. And you don’t think you’ve ever had anyone quite like that before. Not even Donghyuck. 

“Stop thinking about that fucker” Your boyfriend frowned, he could read you like a book and you genuinely dont know how he does it “He doesnt matter right now, it’s just you and me baby” 

‘I love you, Jeno” 

“I love you more than you can imagine, baby” 

He kissed you hard, taking your mind off anything you’d been thinking of before. All you could think of Jeno’s mouth on yours, kissing you with everything he had. Within a moment, Jeno had you undressed, laying under him in all your naked glory. Smiling your love drunk smile at him. Jeno trailed kisses down your body, all the way down to your pussy. 

“Jeno?” you called out, looking down at him with big, innocent eyes. 

“Yes, baby?” he smiled at you sweetly, starting to trail his tongue along your slit, “Pretty, pretty pussy” he mumbled under his breath. 

“Please fuck me already, I cant wait anymore. I need you in me” You pleaded, knowing your boyfriend would do anything but deny you anything.  

“God, I love you. Anything for you baby” He took no time before hovering over you again, pressing a soft kiss to your mouth. “My angel, all mine.” 

“She’s yours?” A voice suddenly interrupted you, a voice that was all too familiar. Jeno’s body hurriedly covered yours, protecting you from the eyes of the intruder. 

“Donghyuck, get the fuck out” Jeno spat. 

“No, If i remember correctly, she’s mine” 

“I was never yours,” You countered, pulling Jeno onto you closer. 

“Oh yeah? You want me to show you the video? As far as i know, your little boyfriend here still hasn’t seen it” 

You felt Jeno freeze, “What video?” Jeno asked you, looking at you with nothing but confusion in his eyes. 

Donghyuck kissed his teeth, “Oh, guess I shouldn't have brought that up right now. right, Y/N?” 

“Donghyuck, just get the fuck out.” 

Jeno pulled away from you as soon as Donghyuck left. 

“What video?” He repeated, looking into your eyes with the same hurt that you once looked into his with.  “Donghyuck recorded a video of us the last time we fucked, it was at his parents house on christmas, remember? Well, basically in the video he made me say I’m his forever. And he wont stop blackmailing me with it” 

Jeno sighed. “He's blackmailing you?”  

“Yeah, look.” you reached for your phone to find the messages Donghyuck had sent you the other day. You looked away from Jeno, feeling ashamed from the whole situation. Donghyuck apparently lived to humiliate you, never letting you catch a break from his antics. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” He hugged you, pulling your naked body against his own. “You could’ve told me sooner, I could’ve dealt with him myself” Tears were threatening to slip from your eyes, feeling overwhelmed by Jeno’s loving words and Donghyuck’s bullshit. 

“But i couldn’t, Jeno” Full on sobbing now, you let the tears fall freely down your cheeks. “I was too scared, he’s insane Jeno” Jeno just hummed, rubbing your back reassuringly. 

“You’re not mad?” You asked 

“It’s not fair of me to be mad, this happened before we were dating, it’s not fair for me to hold that against you.” He smiled, pulling away to look at your red, puffy, tear stained face. “My baby. Not his, I promise I’ll get us out of here as soon as i can” 

donghyuck: i heard u and ur little bf were on a break  donghyuck: i think i have some ways to make your break worthwhile babe

you: i'm not your babe. donghyuck.  you: plus, you’re the reason we’re on break in the first place. you: dont contact me again, please. 

donghyuck: you know you miss me y/n.  donghyuck: don’t you miss the way i made you go crazy?  donghyuck: remember the time in my car? after i caught you kissing that fucking loser chenle? donghyuck: you were on me like you needed me to breathe. you can’t even deny it.  donghyuck: now open the door baby, i’m outside. 

You were quick to open the front door, seeing Donghyuck standing infront of you with that stupid fucking smirk on his face. He knew that was your weakness. He knew he was your weakness. 

“Miss me?” You hated his cocky tone. You hated that you actually opened the door for him. You hated that you actually did miss him. He let out a chuckle at your silence, he knew how to read you like none other. Not even Jeno. 

“C’mon, let me in. You know you want to” You hated yourself for actually stepping aside and allowing him into your house, into your safe space. Memories of the endless nights you spent crying over him in the safety of your own house all blurry. 

“H-Hyuck..”

 “Oh? We’re back to Hyuck now?” 

“Is it bad that I want you to kiss me right now?” Your words were hushed but loud enough for him. 

“Yeah?” You nodded, looking down at your feet, too scared to look at him. “Why don’t you beg for it? Since you like to do that a whole lot hmm?” He smiled when he heard you whimper, inching closer to you slowly until he was close enough to wrap his arms around you. 

“Are you gonna beg or are you gonna make me wait longer?” Immediately, a sob left your lips “Hyuck, please kiss me. I missed your lips on mine so much” 

And without another word, his lips were pressing onto yours with the same intensity you craved, the same intensity that once drew you into him. You swear you almost fell for him again when he cups your face, tilting your head up and deepening the kiss. He began walking, lips still on yours forcing you to walk backwards blindly until suddenly you were falling back onto your couch where he followed suit. 

You pulled away, admiring the honey skinned man above you with a small smile. “I missed this” A soft smile mirrored the one adorning your face. 

“I missed you like crazy, no other girl compared to you”

“Why’d it take you so long to realize?” He paused, staring at you blankly. 

“Just– took me a minute..” with a sigh, he leaned down and kissed you again, trailing his hands under your shirt. Grazing your warm skin with his cold hands, sending chills through your body. 

“You gonna let me fuck you? Remind you how I'm so much better than your little boyfriend?” 

“He’s not my boyfriend.” 

“Oh? Last time I checked you were smitten over that guy” 

You hated where this conversation was going so you tried your best to change the topic, “You’re the one about to fuck me right now no?” 

“Shut u–” He was cut off by the sound of your phone ringing. 

Jeno. 

Jeno has given you space for almost a month now. Only sending you messages to check in on you occasionally. All to which you replied positively, ensuring him that you’ll be ready to get back with him soon. In reality though, you were nowhere near getting back with Jeno. You spent nearly every night of the past month in Donghyuck’s bed, either cuddled into him or you under him. Something about the way Donghyuck made you feel was unmatched and you’ll never get sick of saying that. 

You stepped into Donghyuck’s kitchen early in the morning, seeing him in just a pair of grey sweatpants with his back turned towards you. It didn’t take long for the waft of the pancakes he’d been cooking up to reach you. 

You gawked, “You’re making breakfast?” He turned to you, an unimpressed look on his face (though you could see him fighting a smile.) “Does that surprise you?” and you fought the urge to affirm that it does truly surprise you to see him doing something nice for you. 

Instead, you hummed, “No, not really.” With a small smile on your lips, you walked up to Donghyuck who had switched his attention back to the pancakes he had cooking on the stove, wrapping your arms around his bare torso. His skin was soft and warm under your touch. 

“Good morning, angel” He hummed, placing a hand over yours. The two of you swayed in a comfortable silence. This is how times with Donghyuck usually went, quiet and calm until he was suddenly kissing up on you, feeling up on you or begging to be inside you. 

“You wanna sit and wait at the table for me?” You chirped a “sure” and detached from him, making your way over to the dining table, sitting down on your favourite chair. 

baby <3: good morning angel baby <3: can i see you today?  baby <3: i miss you, wanna hear your voice so bad :( 

you: of course you can :)  you: actually, let me just call you right now. you can still come over later tho :P 

It didn't take long for an incoming call from Jeno to come through.  

“Good morning angel” You could hear his smile through the phone. A smile creeping up on your own face just from picturing the beautiful smile adorning his face. “Good morning, handsome” He chuckled, “You sleep well?” 

“You could say that..” You trailed off, thinking of the way you were cuddled into Hyuck last night, the warmth of his body keeping your own body warm. You slept better than you have in a while. 

“I miss sleeping with you” Jeno admits, the pout in his voice too obvious. You frowned, feeling the guilt take over you. 

“You can stay the night tonight if you want” You lowered your voice, hoping Hyuck wouldn’t hear all the way in the kitchen. 

“Oh, no, I still want to give you space! I think i’d be impeding a little if I were to stay the night” 

“I don't think so, you’re welcome to stay” 

You heard him sigh in relief, “Okay then, I’ll come by in a bit.” 

“See you soon, angel.” 

You bid your farewells and that's when you noticed Hyuck walking into the room. “Who was that?” He questioned, setting the two plates of pancakes down. You broke eye contact with him, focusing your  attention onto the pancakes in front of you. 

“I asked you something, you know?” 

“It was Jeno.” 

He hummed, wordlessly digging into his own plate of pancakes. You felt so guilty. This isn’t where you belonged. You belong next to Jeno, in his arms, under him, near him. You belong with Jeno. Someone who treats you like a proper human. But you found yourself running back to Donghyuck and you hated it. Worst part of it all? Donghyuck didn’t even know you and Jeno aren’t officially broken up. You’d been too scared to tell him, too scared of the possibility of losing Donghyuck in your life. So you’d decide it’s best if he doesn’t know your relationship with Jeno. It’s not even like it matters, right?

“What the actual fuck” Jeno gawked, looking down on his phone screen. He’d originally planned for today to be a rest day after the hell of a day he had at work yesterday but his peace was disrupted when suddenly he got a text from his ex roommate. 

donghyuck: hey jeno  donghyuck: its me donghyuck donghyuck: i know you might hate me right now but you might wanna see this.  donghyuck: [attachment: 1 video]  donghyuck: before you come for me, i had no clue you guys weren’t officially broken up at the time of this  donghyuck: im sorry jeno. 

Attached was a video of a girl, naked body on all fours as the person behind the camera (presumingly Donghyuck) pounded into her from behind. The problem? The problem was the girl had the same hair as you, the same body, the same everything as you. Even that little tattoo on your shoulder that read “delicate” in a beautiful cursive font that Jeno had helped pick out. Everything was you. 

jeno: donghyuck.  jeno: thanks for this… i genuinely can't believe it. 

Within a heartbeat, Jeno was pulling up your contact. 

baby <3: hi angel  baby <3: can i come over? i left my hoodie at ur house and i need it

you: sureeee thing!  you: let me know when ur abt to reach <3 

Jeno, furious, hurriedly grabbed his keys and got in his car. He thought after what you’d been through, you’d know how it feels to get your heartbroken like this. He’d expected you of all people to be better than this but no, you had to be the absolute worst of them all. He thought maybe you of all people would keep his heart safe but no, you clearly gave no fucks about him or his heart. 

He managed to calm down by the time he got to your apartment. Breathing in and out before ringing the doorbell. 

“Hi Jen!” You chirped, allowing him in. You were wearing an oversized shirt that exposed your newly tattooed shoulder. The same tattoo that was visible in the video. Jeno’s heart sank the more he looked at you. The girl he once gave his heart, his love, his everything to, is the one who he’s currently dreading speaking to. In other words, he hates you right now. Hate was one word he would’ve never imagined using with you. 

“You okay, love?” you frowned, wrapping your arms around him tightly, pulling him close into you. He hated the innocent look on your face as you peered up into his own. He had a soulless look in his eyes. “I’m fine,” He forced a tight lipped smile, peeling your arms off him. “I’m gonna– uh, grab my clothes.” 

You watched as he walked into your room and went straight for your closet, rummaging through to find his hoodie. 

“Jeno” You started, walking into the room behind him. “What’s wrong? Talk to me baby,” 

Jeno sneered, turning around to look at you with narrowed eyes. “What's wrong Y/N?” His voice raised, he wasn't yelling but it was clear that he was upset. “What’s wrong is while I gave you space to figure out your shit with Donghyuck, you went out and were fucking him. While continuing to lead me on. Isn’t that wrong, Y/N? Don’t you think I deserve any loyalty? Any love in return? While I sat here, impatiently waiting for you to come back to me, you were taking advantage of it and fucking the reason we were on break. Don’t you remember how we met in the first place? All those nights I spent being a shoulder for you to cry on, being there for you every step of the way. Don’t you think I deserve anything?” The hurt in his eyes was more than evident. You looked dumbfounded, eyes wide in shock as you stood frozen. 

“Jeno–” You cut yourself off, at a loss for words. Sighing in defeat, you gave him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I felt so incredibly guilty everytime, but something in me just couldn't stop. I hate myself for doing it and you deserve to hate me for it too but I’m so sorry.” 

“I loved you, Y/N. How do you think it feels when your girlfriend’s ex fling– or whatever he was, texts you randomly, telling you that your girlfriend had been fucking him the whole time you’d been on break? It’s not a great feeling, I’ll tell you that. Oh, and having to see a video of it? Even worse. I’m sorry Y/N but I don’t deserve this. I gave you my everything and you couldn’t even spare me an ounce of loyalty.” 

“Jeno, a-are you leaving me?” He felt like laughing in your face, do you seriously think he’ll stay after this? 

“Genuinely, do you think I’d wanna stay after the fact, Y/N? Honestly, I want nothing to do with you anymore. Consider us done.” He gave you that same, tight lipped smile, gathered his belongings and walked out your bedroom door. 

“Jeno!” You called out, he stopped in his steps, turning to look at you one last time “I’m so sorry, I love you.” Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“No, you really don't. Goodbye Y/N, don’t contact me again, please, for my sake.” And with that, he walked out your door, leaving you broken and in tears. You had no one to blame but yourself. If you hadn’t let Donghyuck in that day, you would have saved yourself from this mess, you would've still have Jeno in your life and you wouldn't be here, crying in your doorway. 

Filled with rage, you dialled Donghyuck’s number, he picked up on the second ring. 

“Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me, Y/N?” He spat, you could tell he was angry. “You had me thinking this whole time, you’d broken up but in reality, you were leading on poor Jeno and still fucking me? How do you think that makes either of us feel? I know I did something wrong the first time around but this time? You fucked up, Y/N.” 

“Hyuck liste–” 

“Don’t call me, Y/N.” 

With that, he hung up. Your heart dropped, you felt as if you’d lost it all in the span of under an hour. All that you cared about in life had been ripped out of your hands with no one to blame but yourself. You hated what you’d done, hated what you’d done to these two poor men. Neither of them deserved it, especially Jeno and you had no way of going back in time and fixing it. 

[flippinpancakes64]

Could you do the cullens with a mate who is a painter?

The Cullens with a Painter! Reader

I haven’t painted in YEARS omg, I moved to using my iPad a couple of years ago but I still remember the basics so here we go

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He’s also an artistic person

So he understands what drives you to create

His favorite thing to do is to play the piano while you paint

It just makes him feel so warm inside

He loves watching you paint as well

It’s so fascinating to watch what you see in your mind and then as you translate it onto the canvas

And he loves your artwork

He hangs it up all over the walls in his room

Genuinely thinks you should enter in a contest

Alice:

She loves your artwork so much

It’s so fascinating to her how you can just conjure up something so amazing

She also loves to buy you new paints and canvases

Every time she’s out buying new clothes or something she sees a new paint and she’s like “ooh that color’s pretty”

Keeps every single thing you make for her

Loves watching you work

She doesn’t care if she’s being creepy

She just loves you and wants to hang out

Jasper:

He’s fascinated and enamored by your emotional state when you work

He loves when you paint faces because your mind flickers to whatever emotion you’re trying to convey on the paper

It’s a very interactive experience for him

He almost likes tuning in to your mind more than your actual artwork

But he does obviously love your paintings

He does whatever you want him to

You need a life model? Well it’s a good thing he can stay still for hours

Want more paint? He already has his car keys in his hand

Rosalie:

She used to be really into painting and drawing

But she always thought she was bad at it so she just stopped

So when you come around she falls in love with it again

She wants you to teach her everything

She’s always hard on herself

She thinks her stuff is never as good as yours

But she loves painting with you

She can almost overlook her own hatred for her artwork

And yes she hangs up everything that you make in her garage

Emmett:

I don’t think he’s a very artsy person

Unless you want to call the fact that he can gut and skin a bear in less than 30 seconds an art form

But he can appreciate good art

So when he sees some of your paintings for the first time he is blown away

“You made these? Like actually? That’s so fucking sick”

Proudly displays anything you give him

You doodled on a paper during school and he stuck it in the front pocket of his binder

And he tells everyone who asks exactly where it came from

Esme:

She’s a painter

I don’t make the rules I just follow them

All of the artwork currently hanging up in the Cullen house is her work

And yes she’s very proud of the grad cap piece

So she is so excited when she finds out you also love to paint

Two peas in a pod

Painting dates are a must

And she is more than happy to take down some of her stuff to make room for yours

You don’t even need to ask

Carlisle:

I feel like he’s a jack of all trades

He’s been around long enough I sure hope he knows how to do everything at least a little bit

But he’s nowhere near as good as you

He’s so proud that his SO is such a talented artist

He convinces the clinic to hang up a couple of your pieces in the boring exam rooms

People compliment them all the time and he tells them exactly who made them

Don’t ever worry about buying art supplies ever again btw

Vampire! Bella:

I don’t remember if she ever drew during the books or movies, but she just screams art kid to me

She had a phase in middle school, thought she sucked so she stopped

So she’s astonished when she sees what you make

“I couldn’t make that even if Van Gogh himself taught me”

She loves watching you work

It’s so calming to her

If she could sleep, she would fall asleep watching you

[citruswriter]

Hello, first of all I want to say that I LOVE your blog and your writing 💓💟

I was hoping if you could do some headcanons about being angel dust's younger sibling (by 1 year) and basically freeing him from his contract by swapping his freedom for ours (in short words we have to work for val in order for angel to be free)

You can tell I love angst.🎉

If you don't want to do it then it's completely fine

New Sensation

Listen with me! ♫♪.ılılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılılı.♫♪

Warnings: Abuse, toxic relationship, s3x work, soul contract, she/her pronouns, Reader is also a spider demon, insinuated sex between Valentino and Reader, daddy kink, groping, lots of crying.

A/N: Omg this is such a good idea. Nonnie ur amazing. Grab ur tissues, time to cry bitches.

You drew in a shuddering breath as you stood before the giant building. Once you did this, there was no turning back. You curled your fingers and rapped your knuckles against the door loudly. It took a few minutes but eventually the door opened, one of Valentino's handmaidens opening the door. "Please state your business". She said in her soft yet husky tone and you straightened. "I'm here to see Valentino, if he has a moment to spare." You said, trying not to give away how nervous you were. The woman tilted her head for a moment, as if she was thinking before opening the door widening. "He does. Please come inside". She stated before walking off. You followed her down the winding and twisting halls before the two of you came in front of another door. The woman knocked and a grumpy "come in" sounded from the other side. The woman opened the door and poked her head in. "Sir, you have a visitor." She said. Valentino raised a brow, lifting his head from his paperwork. "Well? Are you going to tell me who the fuck it is?" He spat and you pushed the door open more.

"Greetings sir. My name is (Y/N). I'm Anthony's little sister." You greeted before giving a bow. Valentino perked up and grinned slyly. "Oh I didn't know he had a sibling". He purred and it took everything in you to not clutch yourself with your spider limbs. "He's kept my presence a secret from you. He didn't wish for you to approach me with some... offer to work for you". You said, sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk. Valentino frowned and laced his fingers. "Then why are you here?" He demanded and you looked up. "I wish to trade places with my brother." You admitted, looking him straight in the eye. Valentino laughed loudly before realizing you weren't laughing. "Oh you're serious". He said in shock. "Yes sir, I am. My brother is a good man. He's trying to better himself. And he deserves that. But he can't while under your contract. So I offer a trade. Let my brother go and I'll take his place".

Valentino's antenna twitched and he smirked down at you. "What makes you think I'll let my prized star go?" He questioned and you bit your lip. "When Anthony leaves, his movies will become a rarity. A collector's item. You can auction his things for a high dollar, people can and will pay thousands of dollars for them. And when everybody's in their frenzy of getting the last bit of Angel Dust. You can bring in me. A new face, a new star. His little sister. They'll go crazy. It'll be like having Angel Dust back. But younger. More innocent. Filled with so much potential". You had practiced this. You knew your deal was a juicy one. Valentino mauled your words over before grinning at you again. "Deal."

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"I can't believe it!" Angel Dust said, he was laughing and crying. "Valentino. He... He said he's letting me go! Said a new soul came along, made him a deal he couldn't refuse. And all they asked for, was my freedom." He was thanking his lucky stars for whoever did this for him. "That's so amazing, Angel! You can finally work on redemption now! Like... full time without worrying about Val." Charlie said, her eyes practically sparkling from how excited she was for him. "If anybody deserves it, it's you baby". Husk said affectionately before kissing his cheek. "Good for you. As much as I enjoy suffering, Valentino is a despicable bug. It's good to see you free." Alastor said with a twirl of his cane.

The next few months were filled with happiness. Angel had agreed to show his face for the auctions but other than that, he kept his distance from Val. He began to live, to thrive. It was the best moment of his life. Until it wasn't.

"Hey has anybody seen (Y/N)?" Charlie asked, a frown tugging at her lips. Angel Dust sat up, thinking about the last time he had actually seen you. "Yeah now that I think about it. I haven't seen her in ages..." Vaggie said in thought, looking up from her task of sharpening her spear. "Here, let me call her." Charlie muttered, calling your number and putting the phone on speaker. "Charlie, hey! Look, I'd love to talk but I'm at work right now." You said, your voice hushed. "Oh come on! We haven't seen you in ages! Can you maybe ask for the night off?" She begged, pouting at the phone as if you could see it. Shouting was heard in the background. "Fuck. Shit. Look Charlie, if I can come over after work, I will. But I can't really talk right now." You said. You tried to hang up as quickly as possible but not before Italian curses could be heard. Nobody else seemed to pick up on it. But Angel Dust did. Oho did he notice.

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Back at the studio, Valentino had caught you on your phone and tossed you onto the floor. "I'm sorry! Look it was just Charlie. I didn't want her to worry. You know how she can be!" You said, crawling away slowly. Val growled, "Yes I do. Unfortunately." He spat. "Y-Yeah! So I just picked up and told her I couldn't hang out. That I had work and couldn't talk. That's all. I promise." You said, tone whiney but you tried to keep a smile on your face. Val scoffed and rolled eyes eyes. "Whatever. Now get back on that fucking bed and take this from the top. Movies don't make themselves, darling". He said before going to go sit in his directors chair. You swallowed thickly as three men stalked your way, each holding a different sex toy. Oh boy was this going to be a long night...

After shooting the porno to Valentino's satisfaction, you had been given permission to retreat to your room. You closed the doors and looked around the room. Anthony's old room... You wrapped the robe around you tightly, as if it could hide away all the new marks if you tied it tight enough to your body. Sitting in front of the vanity, you began to wipe your makeup off. Humming softly as you took care of yourself. You chugged some water before heading to the bathroom for a hot shower. You took your time washing your hair and spider fluff, washing away the days work. When you got out, you dried yourself off and wrapped yourself in a towel, ready to dress and maybe head over to the hotel. But as you stepped out and saw Val sitting on your bed, you knew that wouldn't be the case.

Val's long spindly arms reached out towards you and you automatically walked his way. Fingers pried away the towel to reveal your freshly cleaned, bare body. "Come to daddy". He cooed as he tugged you gently. You followed and sat on his lap, fingers brushing into his moth fluff. He hummed to himself, pleased with your obedience. "You did so well today, darling. I'm so proud of you. Please forgive me for getting angry with you earlier. Work can just stress me out sometimes". He spoke softly and you looked up at him, plastering a smile on your face. "I can't stay upset with you for long, daddy. You always make it up to me. All I can be is grateful." You cooed back and Valentino smirked down at you, fingers trailing closer and closer to your core. You shuddered and fought the urge to push him off of you. "Such a good pet. You're so good for me, aren't you?" He purred out, a hand going up to grope a breast, causing you to flutter your eyes and sigh against him. "Anything for you."

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The next day you managed to convince Val to let you go to the hotel. With a pout and a bat of your eyelashes, he crumbled and gave you the day off. You opened the door with excitement and called out, "Hey guys!" It wasn't long before mostly everybody had accumulated towards the front. You gave everybody hugs and smiles, catching up with Charlie and the others. But as Angel Dust watched you, he saw the details that the others didn't. The bags under your eyes, bruises on your arms, the way you only smiled with your mouth closed. "Hey (Y/N)?" He called out and you turned to look at him. "Can we talk? Alone?" Charlie and some of the others looked at each other and you sighed, picking yourself up and approaching him. "Of course, Ant. What's up?" But your older brother just grabbed your arm and drug you up to his room. After closing and locking the door he approached you and practically shoved his thumb in your mouth. You yelped in surprise as he pushed your lip up, wincing when he saw your new gold tooth.

"It was you? Wasn't it? Valentino's new soul... the one that got me my freedom..." He said, tears welling up in his eyes. You took a step back. "I'm so sorry, Anthony." You said, voice shaking. "But why? Why?! I worked so hard to keep you safe from that asshole and then you go and fuck it all up!" He yelled and you just pressed your lips together in a weak smile. "Because it's my turn to protect you Anthony." You replied, tears welling up in your own eyes. Anthony pulled you close, hugging you and crying into your shoulder. "You deserve happiness, Ant. You always took care of me and Molly when we were growing up. Now it's my turn to take care of you". You muttered, tears streaming down your face. Anthony picked his head back up, hands cradling your face as you gave him a sad grin. "Has he hurt you yet?" Anthony asked softly, already knowing the answer. You tried to choke back your sob but it didn't work. "Oh shit... He's already slept with you, hasn't he?" Anthony said in shock. "It's so bad, Ant. He's already laid hands on me. My body. I feel so dirty. I hate it. But I had to. I did it all for you, Ant. All for you." You sobbed as your whole body trembled.

"You're so fucking stupid". He sobbed back, running a hand through your hair. "I love you so much, Ant." You cried, hugging him tightly. The two of you sank to the ground, cradling each other and sobbing. "I love you too, sis".

This was sooooooo good. Omfg I loved writing this. I hope you enjoy this fix, Nonnie. I hope ya'll cry, this is angst for a reason.

[navybrat817]

Muse

Pairing: Artist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky is thankful to have you as his muse. Word Count: Over 1.1k Warnings: Fluff, kissing, light insecurities if you squint, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes and he's in love (and he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Nix was kind enough to send me an old edit she made and I ran with it for @the-slumberparty 's Across the Universe challenge. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banner by the lovely @sgt-seabass and divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky Barnes hadn't expected to find solace in art when he was younger. It seemed more like a path that his best friend Steve would take, though both of them appreciated expressing themselves creatively. Life also taught him that his road came with unexpected bumps and turns. Trading guns for brushes and pencils after he left the army, art helped him process some of his emotions he long kept at bay. It showed him how to look at life from a different perspective. In some ways, it saved him.

Like you did.

"Mmm."

The moan you let out drew Bucky's gaze up from his sketchpad, smiling softly as you stretched your legs out under the sheets. As tempted as he was to rouse you with his tongue, he decided to let you sleep since he already woke you once in the middle of the night. It wouldn't be the first time he sketched you while you slept.

The pad in his hand was already filled with drawings of you, but one more wouldn't hurt. Over the hours and days spent with you, he studied and learned your body well. He had other sketches and paintings of you in various angles and lightning. Those would never be sold.

Some art that existed was for the artist alone.

The pencil began to move across the paper once more when you didn't stir. If you woke up and caught him drawing you again, you'd shake your head and tell him he had more than enough. He disagreed.

There was beauty in his surroundings, but they paled in comparison to you.

"Bucky," you whispered, sending a shiver of excitement down his spine. Like the color red, you speaking his name invoked deep, intense passion within him. He saw hues in brighter shades thanks to you. "Come back to bed."

"I'm almost finished," he promised.

"You drawing me again?" you mumbled, bringing your hand up to cover your yawn as he kept sketching. "You have enough and I'm a mess."

"Maybe. Maybe not," he teased with a tender smile when your eyes opened halfway. "And you're not a mess. You're beautiful."

And it’ll never be enough.

"Careful, James," you teased back, arching your back as you stretched. "Keep smiling and sweet talking and they'll take away your brooder card."

"We can't have that," he winked.

When Bucky decided to pursue art outside of a hobby, he hadn't meant to become a brooding recluse on purpose. He simply preferred solitude while he worked and he valued his privacy. While he was encouraged to promote his work on social media to help build more clientele, he never showed his face. He let his art speak for itself. It worked.

It was how he came to meet you.

Before he met you in person, you were his favorite customer. You bought multiple pieces and left the kindest comments on his page. He often went back to reread them when he got lost in his own head.

"While there are many beautiful pieces of art in the world, Bucky Barnes gives us work that defines, and defies, beauty. His art can move you to tears or give you hope of brighter days ahead. We're privileged that he chooses to share his vision with us and one can only hope to see the world as he sees it."

He may have moved you with his visuals, but you moved him with your words.

"I have to meet her," he told Steve when you commissioned a custom piece.

Steve couldn't believe it since Bucky hardly ever let anyone into his studio. He said it was the least he could do for someone who consistently showed him support. He wouldn't admit at the time how nervous he was to meet you. Or why he felt so compelled to see the person behind the name since he refused to look for you on social media.

He realized that day it was destiny to meet you.

The artist and the muse.

"Back to bed," you ordered, moving the sheets back as he set his pencil and pad down. He used the opportunity to gaze along your naked frame bathed in the soft light, lingering between your thighs. "Please, Bucky?

"Who am I to deny my muse?" he smirked, slowly standing from his stool to stretch. His sweatpants hung low on his hips and he had thrown his dark hair up in a bun to keep it out of his eyes. "Especially when you look at me like that."

I'm littered with scars and you gaze at me like I have no imperfections.

"Have you seen you? You're gorgeous," you said, patting the mattress for him to sit.

“Not as gorgeous as you.”

“Take the compliment, brooder,” you said with a sleepy grin.

When he took a seat with a chuckle, you stopped him before he could lay over you. Instead, you took his right hand and had him stay in place as began to gently massage it. You commented more than once about how long and thick his fingers were and how warm to the touch they were against your skin. Working at his hand in tiny circles, you carefully rubbed out any tension you sensed. While you focused on the task at hand, he took another minute to gaze at you in wonder.

My beautiful muse.

"There," you said, kissing his palm once you finished.

"Thank you," he said, resting the same hand over your heart.

He watched and felt your chest rise as you inhaled. The steady beat grounded him. He was lucky enough for you to let him paint you with his love.

Inside and out.

"Do you ever regret it?" he asked as he traced a small heart on your chest.

Your forehead scrunched as you looked at him. "Regret what?"

"Choosing me," he whispered.

You had a chance to live a life of luxury and you walked away from it for me. Do you regret following your heart when you could've had so much more with him?

You exhaled as you pushed yourself up to face him and placed your hands on both cheeks, making sure he was looking into your eyes. "I will never regret choosing you or being yours," you whispered back.

Bucky's eyes softened as he smoothed his left hand down your back and dropped a kiss to your mouth. He lost himself in the feel of your lips and tongue, an exchange of desire he only got to experience with you. He didn't live a life of glamor, but he would forever give you a life of love.

"Now use me as your canvas," you said as the kiss ended.

Like Bucky said, who was he to deny his muse?

I love Bucky in love. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[southparktegreity]

south park ; [main 4+ butters] + s/o who draws !

NOTICE : all characters are aged up to their 19/20's!

CW : mentions of drinking (stans part), otherwise none

stan :

i get the impression stan would be really supportive! i feel like he would help you come up with things creatively

he would definitely ask you to draw like the skeleton hands on his hands

out of all the boys, i think he'd be the most interested in learning how to draw or alternatively learning how to draw specific things

i feel like it might end up being a healthy way to express his emotions, ie through vent art instead of drinking

i also think he'd like to paint more than any other medium, probably oil painting? but he uses the cheap acrylic ones whenever he's making vent art since oil paint is expensive

"hey... thanks again y/n for teaching me how to paint.. - it's really helped me."

kyle :

again, very supportive

though he probably would have minor concerns if you started to consider being an artist as your main job? i think he'd be worried about you making money so he might try and help you start an etsy shop or a redbubble or something so people could support you on something other than commissions :)

if you did that with him he'd definitely help you package and ship things out to your customers

whenever you and him babysit ike, you guys all three play pictionary !!!

they both think you're cheating lol

"isn't this like - cheating?! you're too good at this!"

kenny :

i feel like kenny would also want to learn like stan, specifically because he wants to draw you and karen together with him ! he’d probably wanna give it to you and her as a gift since he can’t afford other things

would definitely want you to draw on him, anywhere you want. i could definitely see him wanting you to make him some tattoo art or smth

karen would also probably want you to teach her how to draw

so you and kenny and karen all sit down together and teach them some simple stuff !!

kenny ends up drawing the life he imagines for you and karen, beautiful house - pretty garden - all the works. and of course, most importantly - you both with him

"well... here's the garden, and here's the house... and if you look inside this window right here... you can find you me and karen."

cartman :

as with everything you do, cartman will probably make fun of you, saying something about your “gay drawings”

we all know he secretly loves watching you draw

i feel like he would really like watching the process of you drawing? like he doesn’t care about what it is, but rather the whole process itself

if you take too long though he’ll start to complain

will probably beg you to draw either ‘the racoon’ fanart OR making him x kyles mom fanart

he'll end up commissioning you if you say no

"um. y/nnn. are your requests open? you see, there's this really neat superhero - you'd love him - that i want you to draw for me. he's VERY kewl.... you should - like.. draw him for me... what do you mean i have to pay you?"

butters :

butters DEFINITELY loves it!

i feel like you both would do art trades, except he'd feel a bit bad since he doesn't have the best skill - so he'd make it up to you by buying you a sketchbook or something

i think he also loves the feeling of being drawn on, and looking down at his hands and stuff to find drawings of hello kitty and him that you made ! he would practically MELT - but he’d probably be too shy to ask you to do it

definitely has gotten grounded for your drawings on him

i also feel like he totally shows off all your drawings to cartman and everyone

"well, heya fellas! look at what my partner drew on me! ain't it pretty? :)"

[memlelandian]

Introduction

Hello, I am Tasha (you may also call me by my fursona name, Somi, though I kinda prefer Tasha)

I'm not new to this site, I created a new account after years of feeling bad about the drama I flung myself into on this site because I have to stop feeling bad and I decided I should try to redeem myself here. And also cus friends use this site as well.

Anyways, what u need to know about me is that I'm 18, I'm Canadian, I draw stuff, I'm autistic, I'm a multifandom weirdo with too many interests in media, and I enjoy cartoons and games and stuff.

I may not too active here, either I'm active on other apps or I'm may be a little paranoid to use this site again (Though I am actually getting a hang of it!)

My significant interests in question:

Fetch! with Ruff Ruffman, Touhou, Idiotopia/Minecraft for Noobs (if it has Basya in it then sign me up!), Animal Crossing, Splatoon, King of the Hill, Deadpool, Papa's Games (Flipline stuff), My Singing Monsters, Super Mario, Kirby, Spongebob Squarepants, Smile For Me, Spliced, The Outsiders, Kitty Bobo, Just Dance, Half-Life, Happy Tree Friends, Minecraft, Pac-Man Party, Viva Piñata, Coconut Fred, Plants vs Zombies, Hatsune Miku/Vocaloid, Fortnite uhh I can't rly think of more, if I do think of more then I may add them here.

Another thing you may notice about me is that I may rant or vent on here if I'm feeling emotional about something, or I'm rambling about something. Idk, it depends on how I'm feeling!

IMPORTANT: Please do NOT beg for requests or art trades. That is stuff I only do for friends, so if you're thinking about doing that, then shoo.

And if you're gonna use my art for inspiration, then be my guest. Please just credit me if you're gonna repost my art and for the love of god DON'T STEAL IT.

Also please don't ask me about things I drew in my younger times, or tell me about them. It makes me uncomfy :(

And one more thing. PLEASE KEEP ANYTHING RELATED TO OBJECT SHOWS OFF MY BLOG!! I'm sorry to those who are fans of it but I've had personal difficulties with being in the community years ago and mentions of anything related to object shows makes me very uncomfortable ;((

I don't know if I can consider being friends on this site. Again I'm trying to redeem myself on this website. There are certain people who I don't wanna interact with for several reasons.

Anyways, thanks for reading. I don't know what to say other than I'm happy to finally use this as an alternative (besides Bluesky) to stupid fucking Twitter.

Weeeeeeee

[ohtobealady]

October Prompts

8: Honor

This is inspired by @ladyrosse ‘s cardgame request. Honor - (in whist) an ace, king, queen, or jack of trumps

Robert sighed as he flipped over another card. Three of spades. He surveyed the short lines of cards he’d laid on his bed tray and found he had nowhere to place it—no lonely four of hearts or four of diamonds, no orderly stack of spades resting at the top. He sighed, again, and drew a new card from the deck.

King of hearts. He frowned. Well, he had needed this card but he had no free space to lay it.

“Oh, bloody hell,” he muttered irritably, and Robert drew another card.

He peered up from the new card as the door pushed open, and then he smiled as her face peered around the door.

“Hello, darling,” Cora smiled, and Robert felt all-at-once relieved and envious. She had on her thin summer coat, her gloves, her hat; she moved to him and kissed the top of his head, and she smelled of fresh air and sunshine. He pouted.

“How are you feeling?” She asked with a second kiss, this time to his temple, and he shook his head.

“As if I’ve entered some ring of hell Dante neglected to mention.”

“Oh,” a third kiss—to his cheek—elicited a tiny spark of warmth, “it can’t be so bad.”

“It is.”

Cora’s lace glove pointed at the cards arranged before him. “Your seven of clubs can go here.” And she walked, then, to her dressing table. Robert dropped the cards he held and watched her.

“How is everyone?” he asked as she pulled her gloves from her hands. She glanced at him in the mirror. He continued. “Frederick and Beatrice? I suppose they’re well.”

“They are,” she answered, and he watched, still, as she took the pin from her hat and removed it from her head.

“I suppose Fred’s off somewhere, enjoying the glorious days of summer.”

He heard her grunt of a laugh and a small part of him delighted in the way she rolled her eyes. “The grass is always greener, you know.”

His eyes followed her as she stood to take off her coat and came to sit beside him, near his feet.

“I’m not sure Fred would like to trade places with me. He rather enjoys food.” He paused as she took up the cards from the tray. “And wine,” he added in a soft groan, at which his wife shook her head.

“Well, I like you well.” She was looking at the cards, squaring the corners of the deck. “And not in a hospital bed.”

He hummed, conceding the argument with some reluctance, but with love for the way he’d heard the sincerity in her voice.

“Now,” she was shuffling the cards, “what shall we play?”

“Hand of poker?” he smirked up at her. Cora narrowed her eyes.

“I won’t have my bedroom smell of cigars, thank you.”

He laughed. “Very well. German Whist, then?”

“Alright,” and she began to deal. “Thirteen cards, isn’t it?”

He nodded and watched the way she quickly dealt them out. He watched, too, the way she stood and made herself more comfortable as she put the deck between them, tucking a knee upon the bed. A quick image of her from years and years ago flashed in his mind, and his chest tightened sweetly.

There she was, lovely as ever, and here was he, an old man with a new scar marching across his soft stomach.

“Hearts are trumps,” she said, and she looked up at him.

He laid down a card, she did too, and he took the trick.

They played a few more tricks in silence, Robert glancing up at his wife and finding her prettier and prettier, sweeter and sweeter, until at least he felt the words—I love you—gather on his tongue.

No. He swallowed them down. This too much resting, too little solid foods, it was making him irrationally emotional. And he knew his wife. She wouldn’t know what to do with any of that.

He cleared his throat. “Do you know, this version of the game, of whist, is also called Honeymoon Whist.”

“Oh?” She smiled at him, and she played a card. “Why’s that?”

“I don’t know,” he answered. He took up the trick. “But considering the name, I thought you’d find it amusing.”

“Amusing?”

“Yes.” He chuckled a little. “Honeymoon whist.”

She was quieter than he thought she should be, and suddenly he realized she didn’t remember. “Cora. We played whist on our honeymoon.”

She blinked at him.

“On the train,” he rested his wrist in the tray, he was sure showing his hand. “You do remember, don’t you?”

She smiled, her brow furrowed, and then she shook her head. “Did we?”

“Yes!” He nearly shouted. He looked back at his cards and selected one to play. “Honestly, Cora, I wonder about your memory—“

“—in Italy?”

“Not in Italy, no!”

She put down a card and took the trick. “I don’t recall—“

“—in Scotland. Or rather on the train up to Scotland.” He put down a card. “Do you really not remember?”

But when he brought his eyes up to her again, he could see that she did.

Her crooked smile. Her bright eyes. Her tilted head. “Oh,” she said quietly. “Our wedding night.”

“Yes,” he arranged his cards. “Our wedding night.”

“I remember that you let me win.”

“Nonsense,” he laid down a card—king of hearts. “You didn’t have any help from me.”

“Yes I did.”

Robert looked up at her, at her even quieter voice, and found her smiling at him.

“I had plenty of help from you.”

The pink smile she wore felt contagious, and the corners of his mouth tickled upward as he thought of that night thirty-five years before. How young they were, embarrassed and fumbling about. How tender and rose-tinted it all seemed now, nights and nights and nights of marriage softening the sharp corners of that evening.

“We helped one another,” he grinned, his cheeks warming as he watched a small blush rise in his wife’s cheeks.

She nodded, and, reaching his free hand out to the tray, he chuckled softly when she took it in her own. “Yes. We did.”

“And, we will continue to help one another, won’t we?”

She extracted her hand from his, and she pushed the the trick he won towards him. “Yes.” He loved the way her eyes sparkled when she cocked a brow. “Though, you have at least two more weeks before any of that, thank you.”

He laughed at her, unguardedly and, for the first time all day, happily. “That isn’t what I meant,” he lied.

And Cora only glanced up from her hand at him, smirking behind her cards.

“No,” she lied, too. “Of course it isn’t.

[justbuffplease]

shout out to my ranma/rumic mutuals

@ukyou-kuonji

@nannichuan

@jusendork

@beedok

@petalpetal

@akanetendous

I'm reading Mao rn and I drew a 4 page comic of my OC with one of the characters, and ya'll idk what to do with myself cause the audience for Mao is so small. The way Takahashi-sensei writes characters is so much fun and I catch myself rambling about how she's the best manga author and we have her to thank for a lot of cliche's in todays comics. I WISH SO BADLY I could tell her thank you and just let her know how much she inspires me. whoops catching myself rambling again.

ANYWAY again. I have no idea what to do with myself because I so badly want more people to get into Mao and be just as nerdy and obsessed with it as I was for Inuyasha and Ranma back in the day. I just wanna trade art and make OCs and talk about favorite scenes and characters with someone. ITS PAINFUL.

Also thank you guys so much for being mutuals and keeping the Ranma love around. I still hope for an animated final chapter or something.

[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (38)

38. The Rock

MASTERLIST

Summary: Tensions arises 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, injury, burns, dragon fire, death, violence, armies, death, war and all that comes with it. Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :) 

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.3 k

Notes: THINGS ARE GETTING HEATED

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, Maekar growled, as he fixed the neck of his new armor, a Lannister armor, more like a disguise.

“Relax, we will do great, this is a brilliant plan”, yes it should be.

One of the ten ships Aemma spared was commodeer by the young prince, and with the help of a few Tyrell rebel soldiers, they had put on Lannister armor, also thanks to his abby sister, and now they were sailing towards Casterly Rock

This was fool proof, this had to work, he knew it. It had too

Steffon was inside the huge Rock, he had to rescue him, Steffon had been like a father to him, he needed him back, and he needed to get the treasure back.

How was he going to storm the greatest fortress this world had ever known?

This was insane! completely insane!

So it had to work

He had heard about Queen Rhaenyra taking King’s Landing, Rhaenyra was Queen now, and Helaena… Helaena was the wife of the usurper, and the mother to his two male heirs

If he rescues the treasury, he could trade it, for Helaena’s pardon, and her children’s, if he delivers the treasure to the Queen Helaena was going to be spare, he needed to believe that, Aemond as well, as the safety of his brothers and sisters

No, this plan was so crazy, it had to work, there was no other way. 

You went up the stairs slowly but surely, like you were going to be faced with a threat at the top of the stairs, but you knew you wouldn’t.

Right?

The tower of the hand was a tricky building, the rooms and stairs were so narrow, designed like that on purpose for it was only to hold the second most important man in the seven kingdoms, it held important business, so it wasn’t made to be comfortable, it was meant for only business.

Soldiers were posted at the rooms in the last floor, when they saw you they opened their eyes widely, but nodded and opened the huge door to the room

There she was

Seating nervously by the window, she was sewing something, you couldn’t quite tell what

“Princess”, she greeted nervously, standing from her place, she smoothed the skirt from her dress, always so proper

“Alicent”, you answered sharply. You looked back over your shoulder and realized that the door had been left open, and a guard was standing there, and didn’t plan on leaving… but you didn’t care, you needed to show you were on Rhaenyra’s side 

“Congratulations on winning the war”, she said, again, nervously, “I was happy when we realized you were not dead”, she drew a small smile, she played with her fingers, she looked like she wanted to ask you something, but she wanted to sweeten you up

“Aemond, Helaena and her children are fine”, you said with a reassuring smile. Poor thing looked like a heavy weight was lifted off her shoulders, she released the air you didn’t realise she was holding, and a hand clutched her dress of her chest with relief

“I’m so glad”, she said, tears came to her eyes

“Apparently… Helaena and Maekar had been in love for the god’s know how long”, you said, trying to coax a smile to her face, “they are together now”, you said softly, she didn’t seem to like it, but she smiled nonetheless and nodded, “And Aemond… he… married my daughter”, you said simply, she opened her eyes widely, but her face seemed to light up, “they married almost in secret, without telling a soul, in Highgarden”

“Oh”, you could tell she wanted to be disappointed, but she wasn’t

“That is why I wanted to tell you that they are fine”, you said, she took your hands in hers

“I’m so happy”, she said, “and relieved”

“Rhaenyra wants them to come to King’s Landing, i have been told that neither Rhaegar nor Maekar are there, but as soon as they arrive, they have to come here”, you said, “they will bend the knee to Rhaenyra

She looked behind you, for only one second, showing you she was nervous to answer, and possibly, the next words to come out of her mouth were not going to be very truthful, the soldier was watching and he was planning to tell Daemon everything.

“I’m sure they will be perfectly fine”, she said, “they are with your children… they will be truthful” 

“I know”, you said gently

“You know that they never wanted this'', she said, “Aemond was because he believed that was the only way to save Helaena and the children, he hasn't told me that, but I know it to be true”, she said, “Helaena never wanted this, she never wanted to marry Aegon, and less for him to become King, if only I would have listened”. Her eyes filled with tears, “I surrendered the city as soon as I saw the dragons flying over it”, she confessed, “I realized my father was the mastermind behind it all, but I was right there with him”, you grabbed her arms reassuringly, nodding, you understood.

You had thought about it at length, what you would have done, if you were in her place, and even if you would have done things differently, you understood where she came from. She wanted to protect your family, placing her family in Rhaenyra’s hands… and her compassion… you wouldn’t leave your family’s lives in the hands of NO ONE, so…

All those years you spend here, sitting in the small council with her… trying to change her mind in many matters , constantly pulling the rope back and forth, you had learn things from her, you had learned how she thinks, what she believes in, and how manipulated by her father she was 

“Thousands of men are dead”, you said, “this war will come with a high cost”, you said, “but with any luck, our children, all of them… will survive it”, you said. She nodded

“Let’s hope”, she whispered, you only nodded

“They will bend the knee, and everything is going to be alright, I will protect Helaena, and her children, and Aemond”, and she believed you, she wanted to, she needed to

And you were sincere, you had to protect them, you didn't know how yet, but you needed to 

You came back to your rooms, you haven't seen Cregan, but he had told you the North was gathering a second army, the winter wolves were fighting everything in their path, villages and towns were rising against Rhaenyra, and you couldn’t figure out why. But heir forces were dwindling 

Well, in truth…. they were raising up in fear, the army of the Greens, the greatest one yet, was marching upon the capital

You weren’t used to it, but you grabbed a pitch of wine and a cup that had been left for you, and you took a big gulp of the arbor.

Perhaps it will inspire you to think more clearly, perhaps it will let you come down to what was really important

But the doors to your rooms opened suddenly, you rolled your eyes at the impertinence.

“King consort, Daemon Targaryen”, presented the guard and you turned slowly to meet him, he did not even wait for your acknowledgement, he just walked towards you

“What were you doing with Alicent?”

“Good afternoon to you too, uncle”, you spitted, but his severe face let you know he was not having it, “Your lap dog already told you everything, so why ask me?”

“Why did you visit her?”

“Because I wanted to let her know two of her children, and her grandchildren were safe”, you said, looking at him, at the eyes of a murdered, who ordered the death of a child, perhaps three children, “if there were my children, I would’ve want to know”

“Hm, you are so good”. he mocked

As you looked at him in disgust, you wondered if it was for the best that you threw in his face the fact that you knew he had sent those assassins for Jaehaerys, he didn’t know you knew, perhaps hiding that fact would work in your benefit… or not…

If he thought you didn’t know… then he would have no reason to suspect Aemond and Helaena, that they would betray them because you knew he tried to have children killed..

What would you gain to tell him he knew? besides for him to leave you alone because his mere presence, his mere breathing disgusted you 

Choices, choices

So you limit yourself to look at him in disgust, but you didn't say anything, not yet, right now, you need to make him and Rhaenyra understand that you were not a threat, specially Helaena and Daemon.

but convince them was also going to be a challenge 

“I don’t recognize the men I’m seeing”, you said bitterly

“I don’t recognize you either”, he said, with contempt in his voice, for you, “fraternizing with the enemy, befriended them, letting them fuck your children”

“You are sick, they are not the enemy, they are our family”, he chuckled darkly

“There you go again”

“They are your nephews”, you said

“Those hIghtower cunts are not from my blood”, he said. And you shook your head, that hate he had in his voice, it was the kind of hate that destroyed the world 

“I don’t know why you hate them so much”, you whispered, your uncle was beyond help, beyond redemption

“Otto hightower ruined this family”, he said, “he kept me away from my brother, he manipulated him, he whored his own daughter to my foolish brother… when Aemma’s body wasn’t even cold yet…”

“That is him, not them”, you said, “why are they to blame?” 

“Aegon burned the ship my children where in”, he said

“Not Helaena, not Aemond”, you said

“Aemond tried to kill you, he almost succeeded”

“I should be mad at him, not you”, you said then

“What about Rhaenyra?”, he said then, defensively

“What about her?”

“Why won’t you support her as Queen?”

“I am supporting her”

“Show it”, he growled

“What do you think I’m doing?”, you asked back, he grabbed your arm, roughly, in his eyes were anger, anger at you

“If you betray her…”, he threatened 

“Fuck you”, you said back, “I just want you all to let me live my life in peace”, you spitted out, “If I have to go out there and fight every battle for you so be it, but as soon as Aegon is dead, and the green army is destroyed, I will take my children and leave this gods’ forsaken city”, you said, letting go of your arm, “and you will let me, me, and all my family, you will leave me alone, or I swear, I will burn this city to the ground, and everyone on it, do you understand me?”

Now he was shocked, truly surprised, so you pushed him hard 

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”, you asked, he looked at you, still, in shock, and nodded 

You were interrupted by a hard knock on the door

“We have word than a procession of people is coming from Harrenhal, some on dragonback”, told the soldier that opened the door, you exchanged looks with Daemon

You walked out of the room first, you needed to see them before they saw Rhaenyra, you went to the first floor, to the entrance of the Keep, and the first one you saw was Aemond, he walked in, unbothered, looking around, like no time had gone by

“Aemma is on her way, Vermithor is formidable, but, set to his old ways, Harwin is here as well”, he said with a shy smile, you hugged him, and he hugged you back shortly

“You shouldn’t have come”, you said quickly, releasing him, “Aemma I can protect, but… I needed some more time to convince Rhaenyra that you are not a threat…”

“I’m not afraid of that woman!”, he said, chuckling darkly

“Perhaps you should”, you warned, “that woman that sits the Iron Throne, I don’t know who it is, but is not my sister”, you whispered after you looked around and made sure you were not going to be heard. Aemond seemed concerned, just for a second

“We needed to come before they asked us by force”, he said slowly, “Helaena had not come, i wanted to buy her more time”, he said, and you nodded

“Alright”, you whispered, “this might be… good”, you looked to him, concerned, “but please, please, just, i know it isn’t you, but I need you to be pliant, kneel if you have to, please, for Aemma”, he looked at your face, at your truly concerned face

“You are a coward”, he muttered, and that hit you like a slap

“What? I’m a coward?”, you asked back

“I believed in you as Queen, we all did”, he said, referring to the Tyrells, to the Starks… to the Dornish, to the Tullys

“When I got here, she had already taken the throne! What would you have me do? uh?, grab her by the hairs and push her off of it?”, you asked, he sighed looking beyond you, “when the war is over, we will be free to do as we please, you and Aemma have my blessing to go wherever you please…”

“But who knows if we're ever going to get the chance”, he said bitterly, “we have to survive this war, and if Rhaenyra’s madness gets the better of her? her desire for revenge?”, he asked

“I’m going to protect you”, you said, he looked at you, this time, with pity

“You can’t”, he accused, “the man who sent assassins to kill my nephew is sitting right by the Queen, what are you going to do about it?”, he asked, “I want blood for what he did, if it wasn’t for a pirate and Steffon my nephews, children, innocent children would be dead!”, he said, and you had never seen him so angry, “my niece of six raped, my sister probably dead as well”

“He doesn’t know that we know”, you said, “but please… I know you want justice, I want it too…”

“It won’t be long until they come for me, and for your daughter, are you going to protect me?”, he asked. And you shared looks

“of course I am”, you said firmly

“Prove it”, he said

“I don’t know how”, you said, “but you will go back to Harrenhal, where you can be safe in the middle of our allies, I will fight this war”, you assured him, “for me the Endgame is that you, my children, make out of this alive”, you promised him. And he didn’t seemed pleased, nor convinced, “The war is ending”, you said, because you wanted to believe it, you needed to believe it

“You are being naive, the war is only beginning”, he said bitterly, “the triarchy armada had but beaten the Sea Snake, half of the Lannister army is at home, gathering their forces to march again, the Arryns are losing the civil war they are facing… it means that once the green side wins, it will march on the capital, not to mention, the green army, on its entirety, marching on us as we speak”

Yes you were fucked

“We have the Baratheons locked up, and the royal army”, you said, “we have the North army, we have the Tyrells and the Riverland army”, you mentioned, “we have the Greyjoys, and the city watch, and the armada is not all destroyed, I could easily… we have dragons…”

“Rhaenyra doesn’t have the love of the people either”, he said 

“Rhaenyra’s reign will not be long, the lords and ladies and the common folk won’t want her, and not because she is a woman, but because her children, are bastards, and she is a poor and malevolent ruler”

“We don’t know that… yet”, you said, not convinced

“She had been killing people by the hundreds the week she had been in power, people she believed supported Aegon or even cheered at him…”, he bit

“She is adapting”, you defended, “wouldn’t you get rid of the supporters of the person that usurped you?”, but again, he wasn’t convinced, and neither were you.

As they sailed around Casterly Rock, to Maekar’s wonder, he saw a great crack on it, huge, enough for ships to sail through it, as she ships jumped the small waves, he could see a huge cave, it was the most amazing thing he had ever seen

“Here we are”, said the second in command, “sailing to our deaths”

“We are not”

“We are lucky the soldiers aren’t back, their strength is diminished”, he said, and yet, he didn’t regret his decision, he led his men to the port inside of the Rock, “we have a small force, I say we go all in, create a distraction, you sneak in, and see where the treasury is hidden”

“I agree”, Maekar was so nervous he didn’t even have the time to remember the poor man’s name. But as they entered the huge cave, leaving behind the safety of the open sea, Maekar saw the entire port was induced on mayhem. Complete chaos, people running around, screaming, and in the midst of it, and the ship came to a complete stop at the pier, Maekar saw, with difficulty, a golden hair in the middle.

The soldiers in the harbor were so distracted by the blonde man they didn’t even notice a whole ship had come into the hidden bay. 

“I’ll kill him!”, it echoed in the walls of stone, you could clearly see what was happening even if it was miles away, “let me go or I’ll slash his throat”

“THAT IS MY MAN!”, Maekar said to the rest of his men, “let's go help him!”, with a cry of war, the fake Lannister soldiers jumped from the ship to the harbor, many fell, but were recuperated quickly.

A small battle ensued.

Steffon had been discovered, after days of sneaking around, he couldn’t do anything but grab a random soldier as a hostage, and demanded a ship be readied for him to sail away, but it wasn’t going according to plan, he was one man, and he was alone.

Until now.

He looked up and saw Maekar, using a Lannister armor, running towards him with his hammer in his hands, and he released the soldier, pushing him away making him stumble, he unsheathed his sword, and he was ready to fight

The clash was violent, specially because the real Lannister soldiers were confused as fuck as to who was attacking them. 

In the chaos, forces met and matched, Steffon grabbed Maekar and drew him to the side

“If we go and close the main gates”, he said, pointing upwards, a set of stairs, “we fuck them up, we seal the entrance and the treasury is just up there!”

“Let’s do it!”, both men ran up the stairs, throwing and taking down soldiers as they advanced. Maekar with pure brute force, slamming the breastplates of the soldiers he was taking down with the swing of his hammer.

it was fate

It was the Gods

Or mere luck

But they succeeded. They both used their strength to block the tunnel, and the doors leading to the great harbor inside Casterly Rock. 

As they came back to finish off the remaining poor Lannister Soldiers, securing the Harbor, even though they knew it wasn’t going to be held forever, so they needed to make it quick.

They created a line with all the soldiers, to pass on bags of coins and small trunks of the treasury, up the Lannister vessel, it was kind of ironic.

That was the only time Casterly Rock had been conquered

By a mere stroke of Luck

By two men that were going to be known as

Steffon, “The man of Gold”, and Maekar “Breaksteel” Strong, unlike his father, he managed not to only break bones, but the steel of the armors of his enemies with his war hammer 

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6, 7 and 14 for any of your fallout OCS!!

Oh my gosh hi moot!! It was so nice to come back home and get to think of answers to these questions, thank you so much for stopping by my inbox <3 Since there are only 3 questions I decided to answer them for Tiny, Dr. B’s, and Admiral Spittz.

6. Were they born pre-war or post-war?

Tiny: Post-war Virginia

Dr. Bartholomew Beau Brumsfeld: Post-war Texas

Admiral Spittz: Pre-war Russia

7. Do they wish they lived before the war / could go back to life before the war?

Tiny: I think she would LOVE to see life before the war. She’s an avid collector of pre-war clothing and has a stash of outfits she tries to keep as pristine as possible. Whenever she enters an abandoned building she treats it like a museum of people’s lives long past. Sure she’s there to scavenge for supplies to trade and sell but she takes her time combing through homes and old stores and shacks in the middle of the woods as if it might give her a better understanding of people who came before. There is a song in her playlist I consider to be a theme song of sorts, Story & Pictures by Wovenhand, that has a line which goes “As a boy I too drew near to the love of dust.” I just think that beautifully captures the way she sees the world around her razed to the ground and sees something precious and fragile in what remains. That if you disturb the ruins too much you might lose whoever was there before in their entirety. No photos, no personal belongings, just another empty space that was once filled. She’d love to experience life before the rising threat of nuclear war and see what it would be like to fit into some quaint suburban neighborhood. I can picture her daydreaming that the neighborhood is full of all her favorite people she’s met in her travels and they get to share in this peace too. Maybe have a barbecue with all her best friends and see what life would be like had it not hardened the hearts of so many.

Dr. Bartholomew Beau Brumsfeld: Not in the slightest. His family has plenty of history before the war and he is happy to put it all behind him and live life anew. My man LOVES being in the post-apocalypse where radiation has done the strangest things to creatures. I wouldn’t say he really studied veterinary medicine in any true capacity since universities don’t properly exist post-war, but his field studies have made him appreciate the resilience of life and the sheer awe-inspiring power of nature. Without the bombs dropping, he never would have discovered his love for the humble honeybeast or become a member of UCIT. His fascination with post-war life also extends to humanity! He’s currently on a quest to become irradiated himself because he’s convinced he isolated the gene that guarantees ghoulification. I say convinced because his theory has only worked once by happenstance after he saved his friend’s life with a Nuka Cola Quantum. For all I know this guy could blissfully walk into a rad twister and never be heard from again.

Admiral Spittz: He is the most nuanced case for this question because while I’m sure there are moments in life he is just Done With Being Here and wishes he could go back, he also recognizes that is a pipe dream and would much rather focus on the present problems he faces. He has a lot of other ghouls relying on him and a naval rivalry to maintain with Admiral Savrion. And life isn’t all bad! He owns a working plane and an aircraft carrier he wants to get seaworthy again. But every now and again time weighs heavily on him when he realizes just how old he’s become and how many people have entered his life and left again. It helps to eradicate the yearning by putting his thoughts and memories down on paper in journals.

14. What is their fondest memory?

Dr. Bartholomew Beau Brumsfeld: This one is so cute and wholesome for him- his fondest memory would be the day he discovered he could accelerate the growth process of a normal queen bee into a new Honeybeast! With a little help from some second hand brotherhood technology he got from a defector and a little tweaking, he was able to nurture his first companion, Annabelle! He was so excited to see her successful transformation in just 4 days that he celebrated by making her a little straw sunhat to wear so she wouldn’t get lost in the herd of other Honeybeasts his family was raising. When he got kicked out of his home for frivolous spending on his research and making so many bees they broke containment, she traveled with him to become his sidekick as an honorary member of UCIT. Sadly she passed away after attempting to sting a man who was holding hostages :( but he took a queen that she was carrying and made a new Honeybeast that is like Anabelle’s daughter! Her name is Bedelia and he loves her dearly. He gave her a little aviation cap so she wears a silly hat too.

Admiral Spittz: His fondest memory is one that is veeeery very old, pre-war in fact, back when he lived in a small Russian village as a young boy. His mother passed away from illness after his younger sister was born and their father was a nasty drunkard. So Spittz kind of took care of his sister in his mother’s place. He has a lot of personal memories of the two of them gathering produce from the market square together, teaching her to haggle a little, and then the two of them would walk to the local cemetery and eat their treats under the statue of a hooded angel. Estaire was the light of his life back then, and his heart hardened the day he lost her. He buried her in the cemetery next to the angel they visited and if he could find a way to get back to Russia now I think he would go and see if their small town survived the war and sit with her again at the statue.

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The Phoenix And The Rocket

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Here.

Thank you all for the love on the first chapter <3 makes me excited to write. Hoping for weekly updates as I finish 2nd year Uni off but we’ll see. Atm I think there is roughly 8 chapters so very short and sweet but I have a habit of extending things so we’ll see!

Emily Prentiss, at the insistent of her therapist, signs up for a trauma ‘dumping’ site. She never expected that her Dump would connect her back to her old boss and the man she’s been in love with for over ten years.

Also the man she’s absolutely furious at for leaving.

As always : Credit goes to @lonelychicagos for the prompt :)

Edit : Since publishing I have been made aware that the term ‘Trauma Bonding’ is actually an abuse tactic and doesn’t mean ‘bonding over shared trauma’. Would like to make it clear that was a very strong mistake on my part and I apologise deeply for any offence.

Chapter 2

It was week and a case later that Emily realised her laptop had a notification sitting on it, a reply lie in waiting 20 minutes after her initial contact. Feeling guilty but overpowered by intrigue, the woman settled down on the jet, the laptop balancing on her knee and excitement in her chest.

Her seat partner, the insufferable David Rossi, eyes her with sneaky, glinting eyes. "Something you wanna share with the class, Prentiss?" He goades, smirking.

Emily glances up, scowling, as the rest of the team all turned attention onto her. "Excuse me?" She frowns.

"Oh she avoided the question" Tara pipes up.

"Now she's rolling her eyes" Spencer joins in. "That implies that she's hiding something"

Memories of Spencer and herself teasing Morgan a lifetime ago took Emily by surprise. Her jaw clenched and her laptop shut.

"I want everyone's paperwork on my desk on Thursday" She snaps, irritated to high heaven. Her eyes rolled again at the sound of Luke's childish indignation and JJ's proclamation of "I'm innocent!." Briefly, she wondered how the hell Hotch coped. Her irritation flared up at the thought of that man. Her anger at his abandonment still ever present.

Logically,  She knew she had no right to be pissed especially after two years. There was an argument for the fact that she had abandoned this team twice. And she has a habit of walking away when she doesn't get her way, a fact that both Strauss and Barnes had to find out the hard way.

But she was so angry. She had a comfortable life in London, a boyfriend that was nice enough and a job she enjoyed and that paid well, yet she packed it all up in a moments notice for him.

And she didn't even get a fucking thank you.

No, he just thrust all this responsibility on her shoulders and left, expecting her to pick up the pieces.

He expected her to soothe Penelope's anguish at losing another family member, be Dave's drinking buddy again, be Spencer's parental figure that no one addresses, be JJ's sister, and control two practical strangers in Tara and Luke.

God, he was a bastard.

Emily muses over that all on the drive home, fingers tight on the steering wheel, from the jet. Thankfully, the case drew to a close on a Friday giving her leeway to leave. She's still seething as she enters her apartment and re-boots her laptop.

'Meow'

"Hey Serg" Emily mumbles, pouring a generous glass of red wine.

The feline trots out of his hiding spot, happily. Emily and Penelope share custody of the pet now, He had recognised her during a girls night at Penelope's and threw a hissy fit as much as a cat could and had refused to leave her side. She physically melted and her friend gave her permission to take her cat back.

As it turns out, her little shit was a huge shit for other people.

But Emily couldn't do that to her so now they trade off whenever there's a case and she has to leave town.

"Pen drop you off, buddy?" She smirks, stroking his head. The cat purrs happily at her attention, making her laugh. He jumps to her lap before she can place the laptop on her so she awkwardly types with one hand. She loads up her conversation, cringing at the date left below RocketRacoon's sentences, and sighs. The poor man was probably waiting on her reply for ages before giving up.

Sergio suddenly freaks and hisses at the laptop, batting the screen angrily.

"Woah!" She exclaims, moving him away. He hisses again, eyes narrow, before hauling off with a feral screech. She stares after him as he bounces up on his scratching post. "Freak" Emily states at him, confused. She shakes her head and takes a gulp of liquid courage before typing again.

On the other side of the country, in Lakewood, Colorado, Aaron Hotchner slams down a cardboard box. His forehead was slick with sweat and his chest heaves with heavy breathes.

"You know, You could help" He mutters absentmindedly to his son. Jack sat playing video games in the living room tv.

"I could" Jack nodded. "I don't wanna though."

"Max"

"...."

"Max!"

"....."

"JACK"

"Yes dad?"

Jack turns, an expression on his face that mirrors his fathers. Since they got the word that Scratch was gone, Jack had reverted back from Max Hortenal. He refused to answer to his false name from his father, only reluctantly accepting it from school and friends. It was hard on Aaron to accept this change, habitually calling him Max.

Aaron glares at his son, jaw clenched. "Go and get the bait from the truck please." He orders authoritatively.

They'd just come back from a fishing expedition. In his retirement, Aaron had picked up Golfing, Running and Fishing as hobbies.

He loves the mundanity but sometimes he finds himself imagining he's chasing after an UNSUB while running. Or fishing out evidence to help a case rather than a sea bass he lets go after a picture.

The golfing is just fun.

Jack comes back in, gingerly gripping the bucket of worms in his hands. "Here." He snaps, holding it out. With an eyeroll, his father takes the bait and deposits it in the garage. "By the way, your laptop just pinged." Jack tells him, closing down his game. "I'm gonna go shower."

Aaron nods, wishes him a goodnight because he knows Jack will conk out straight afterwards, and heads towards the device. He figured after two days of no reply from Phoenix that he wasn't going to get one, chalking it up to intimidation and so he was confused as to what notification he had received. He grabs his glasses from his pocket, resenting that time certainly wasn’t on his side, and settles them on his face as he squints at the screen.

Surely by now his trauma dump would have been buried by others; He even saw Katie Jacob’s at one point when he checked for Phoenix’s question. He wished the girl well before blocking her so she didn’t question him anymore.

So imagine his surprise when the message was indeed Phoenix, apologising for the late reply.

PhoenixPren : So sorry! I didn’t see this reply, I travel a lot for work and was out of town!

Aaron breaths out a sigh, raising his eyebrows in acknowledgement.

RocketRacoon: I’ve been there, it’s okay.

Emily smiles and quirks an eyebrow of her own at the fast reply. With a purse of her lips, she types again.

PhoenixPren : You travel for work too?

RocketRacoon : Used too, Retired now.

PhoenixPren : Ah. Lucky. I gotta pay the bills somehow.

Aaron lets out a tiny laugh while Emily cringes at herself.

PhoenixPren : Anyway, you said you’re up for questions? Is that still on the table or have I ruined my chances?

“Fucks sake Emily, you’re not flirting with him.” Emily scolds herself, putting down her wine. Sergio mewls angrily at her as she speaks, still pissed at the laptop for some reason. “Weirdo” She insults her cat, swinging her legs to rest on her couch.

Aaron thinks about it for a moment, casting his mind to the day he’s had. He pulled Jack out of school, his son having a bad day the day before, and whisked him off to go fishing. At first, Jack seemed to hate life because he was forced out on a canoe in the lake but soon found himself laughing and enjoying time with his dad. He had forgotten about the day before entirely as he watched Aaron fight with a Bass and nearly go overboard. Aaron enjoyed it too, getting his son out without the worry that there was a serial killer lurking around the corner, ready to finish was Foyet started all those years ago.

He shrugs as he types.

RocketRacoon : Sure, Why not? What would you like to know?

Emily grins in excitement before it fades and she swallows, typing out what she wanted the answer to for weeks.

PhoenixPren : I guess there’s just one question really. How do you do it?

Aaron breathes out again, pulling back from his computer. He frowns and clicks on her profile, finding no story to tell. The only information he can see is that the person he was speaking to was a woman in her early 50’s. She had actually wrote ‘fuck off’ in the age section but then imputed in the ‘fun fact’ section that she went and saw Siouxie and The Banshees for her 18th birthday in 1987, placing her in her early 50s.

Phoenix had a story, one that she wasn’t willing to share. If he had to profile her (and boy was he almost giddy at the opportunity) he’d guess she was coerced into the website like himself, and searching for courage to write her own story.

RocketRacoon : One day at a Time. There’s high points and low points, you’ll have Good days and Bad days.

Emily blinked as the advice came through.

“You’re gonna go weeks, months even” Hotch tells her softly as she sits across from him on the plane. It was only those two, he duped her into entering early. Just to check on her. “Feeling fine and then you’re going to have a bad day. “ He stared at her with such intensity that she almost finds herself being pulled in. “Just let me know when you do.”

Shaking her head out of that memory, Emily blinks back water and sighs.

It takes her a while to type out the response, so long in fact that Aaron begins to exit the conversation, deciding that he’s in a good enough mood to read a few tales of the site. Phoenix catches him last second though.

PhoenixPren : Thank you.

He sighs again, reading the little two words over a few times.

RocketRacoon : You seem like you need more than advice

Emily tilts her head now, scrunching her face up.

PhoenixPren: Excuse me.

RocketRacoon : Sorry for the bluntness. Most people are on this site as a form of therapy- to share stories and make connections. I checked out your profile, What’s your story?

He didn’t know where that boldness comes from but something in his gut told him to keep that conversation going. Should Spencer be here, he’d probably rattle off a factoid about natural instincts. He grew nervous when Phoenix didn’t reply, or the little typing bubble didn’t pop up and was about to apologise again when she simply sent a shrugging emote.

PhoenixPren: Too much to tell, sorry Rocky.

RocketRacoon : RockET and mine wasn’t? I’m always here to talk if you need, Phoenix.

Emily licks her lips and picks up her wine again.

PhoenixPren : Does this mean we are TraumaBuddies now?

Aaron smirks, shrugging as if Phoenix could see him.

RocketRacoon : If you would like that. I’m very intrigued by you.

Emily swigs the last of her wine.

PhoenixPren : Buckle Up, Rocky. You’re in for a ride.

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[4th-make-quail]

Honest favourite character ask for Sart:

15. Are your thoughts surrounding this character usually sexual, non-sexual, or a mix of both?

and

50. Link your fav song, playlist, aesthetic board, fan-fiction, reference pile, personal artwork, analysis post, meme, headcanon, or quote for this character. Whichever one (s) you are most comfortable with!

Ooh these are good, thank you nonny!!

15. For this, honestly it's a mix of both I think? But with most of the pairs or characters I love, I don't tend to like... Idk self insert I guess? So mostly I think about his relationship with Basch, and also about all the horrible fire stuff he does. 😏 Most especially the transformation magicks, but I have to admit that's from a "shit that's really fucking sexy" pov lmao, but again mostly thinking about how much it increases his height difference with Basch and the general size difference of a really fucking big monster thing with a max height midlander guy!

It's weird, I wrote out a lot of fic situations of porn with Sart and Basch, and now it's a long time since and I don't have active fandom for xiv really to talk about them with, there's a lot less specific thinking and more just digging into lore and headcanons, field note translations and stuff like that.

But I mean also like. I like to think about him railing Basch. And Basch railing him! I'm gonna enjoy writing the sex scenes in my phoenix au wip (which now has a name!), because they're finally gonna be fucking as both old guys and NOT IN THE AFTERLIFE. GOD FUCKING BLESS

50. I don't have a playlist or aesthetic board or anything like that, but I do have two songs I highly associate with him and a whole lot of really fucking amazing art that was drawn for my fics or gifted to me! Also not gonna lie..... I still have a reference pile on hand from when I did trades for art and got a commission ahahah

so!! unfortunately because i need to talk about him at all times, here is a general large dump of Sart Related Items :DDD i could also list headcanons, lore bits and other random shit, but for that i'll direct you to my Sartauvoir quo Soranus shrine on my neocities! it's not as full of stuff as it will be yet, but there's a lot of info there about skirmishes, voicelines, spells and also translations of his field note! thank you for the opportunity to ramble, nonny 💚💚💚

giant reference folder full of screenshots of both him and Basch, along with a refsheet i made for commissioning purposes! as is my habit, there are ten thousand images within these folders lol

songs!!! #1: Starset - Tunnelvision! if anyone has me on discord, this song is the reason i've had my status as "❤️‍🔥marching to the beat of oblivion" for like, ten bajillion years!! idk the lyrics aren't super fitting but they give me Sart Vibes so!!!

#2: Rave the Reqviem - God, Demon, Machine! this one gives me like, feelings about how destructive Sart's fire magick is, and the whole vibe of how the IVth is fighting to bring Landis back from Garlean control but within the system, you know? And ofc in the worst way possible. OUGH. Anyway maybe this would be a better song for Lyon but i like the image of burning jet planes for Sart, so!

and onto the art!

these two pieces were drawn by my friend @hanyosacrimony and illustrate parts of two of my fics! [second piece here at twitter]

here's a commission i got of them from beequinox on twitter! KISSIES

this piece is another fic illustration by hamstrhammy on twitter - we did an art for screenshots trade!

this piece is by my awesome friend @eemamminy-art! i did another screenshots for art trade with him, and she illustrated this scene from the end of my Body Politics series!

and finally, this piece from my husband @crowbi as a pride month surprise!! MY BABIES......

there are a few artists who drew or still draw Sart who I love, but I don't want to repost and also this is a very long post already by now lolol

[lesliecabj-blog]

Nobody Agent - Chapter 4 -

A.N: I apologize for being gone for so long. If you're still interested in reading my story, thank you! This chapter is 3,730 words long. I tried to make it up to you. Any feedback is appreciated! Any errors are mine and I apologize in advanced for them.

Chapter 4

The next few days you avoided Tony as much as possible, only talking to him when you’re in public or out in the yard completely avoiding the fact that you guys had almost kissed on your first day on assignment. You were happy to avoid talking about it. The more you thought about it, the more guilty you felt. He had a fiancee and not just any fiancee. Pepper had been lovely to you anytime you crossed each other’s path and had been one of the few more welcoming people in the compound. You also thought about Brock and how it probably wouldn’t be fair if you kissed someone else even if you didn’t have strong feelings for him.

Tony would linger around sometimes while you cooked. He would take in every detail about you that he could knowing that once the mission was over and you were back at the compound, after what happened at the neighborhood party, you would avoid him more than now. And you lived in a much smaller place than the compound. He had attempted to learn more about you in the hopes that it might help him find something that he could hate about you. 

He couldn’t. 

Everything about you drew him in. The way your tongue would come out on the right side of your mouth while you chopped vegetables. The way you dance while making breakfast when you thought no one was watching. The way that even though you ignored him almost completely ever since that night, you still had a meal prepared for him. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. The small wrinkles that would form on your forehead when you were heavily focused on something. 

All of it was addicting to Tony. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. Something about you seemed to pull at him. He was addicted to your presence and attention. He found himself he always craved more whenever he got a small taste of it. 

Nearly a week had passes since the neighborhood party and you had purchased light blocking drapes for every room in the house to make sure that Rachelle or anyone else couldn’t snoop in. As you finished installing the last set of curtains in the second living room, you hear the doorbell ring. You check in the peep hole and don’t see anyone outside. Confused as you hadn’t taken that long to answer the door, you open it and notice a box right outside your door. 

The postage said: Emily Jones and Robert Jones. Confused as to who could be sending you a package you takeout some scissors from the kitchen drawer and tear the layers of tape opened. Inside you notice a burner phone and what looked to be a fancy invitation. You realize that this is probably something that Tony should be aware of since it pertained to the mission.

“Hey Stark,” you said knocking 3 times on the door to what he had claimed as his office. 

You wait a while and as you’re about to knock again, Tony opens the door panting. You notice a slight blush in his cheeks and freshly showered hair.

“Agent, what do you want?” Tony is short and he looks irritated that you interrupted him. 

“I have a name Stark,” you scoff. 

“Is this what you interrupted me for? To tell me your name?” Tony closes the door on your face and walks back to his desk.

“No, we received a package, Stark,” you opened the door and placed the package onto his desk. It’s from Fury I assume and it’s got a phone and an invitation.”

Tony opens the invitation at scans it up and down taking in any bit of information he can. “If this is fury,” he starts as he hands you the invitation to look over, “he just got us in the Museum’s annual auction this Saturday.” 

You look up to him through your lashes,“that’s where the Scholers do most of their business and trading.” Tony looks away. It was an innocent look but he can’t help the dirty thoughts that flood his mind as you look at him that way. 

“Wow, and here I thought you were useless,” his words sting but you decide to not dwell on them. There was still the burner phone to discuss and the faster you finished this mission, the faster you could get away from Tony. 

“What about the phone? Should we just call him now?” You asked. 

“Wow and here I thought you were just a pretty face, agent.” You pick up the sarcasm in his tone. 

“Wait, I’m not ready. What if-“ he cuts you off. 

“What if what princess, it’s a phone call you don’t have to pretty yourself up.” You’re almost to the breaking point with Tony berating for any comment that you make and you can start to feel the tears stinging your eyes. You blink the tears away, you don’t want to give Tony the satisfaction of letting his words get to you. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Jones,” you hear Fury on the other side of the line. “Pleasure to see you again.” 

“Hey pirate boy, thanks for the invitation to the auction.” Tony speaks up, he knows this isn’t a call for pleasantries.

Fury sighs loudly, “I see you finally managed to get an invita-“ 

“Uh yeah uh huh, what are we supposed to do at this thing exactly?” Tony interrupted. 

You rolled your eyes and brought your attention back to Nick. 

“They will be auctioning art at this museum. But we have it on good word that most of those are a cover for something more sinister. Weapons, technology and of course the super soldier serum.” Fury continued as he had not been so rudely interrupted by Tony. 

Fury spoke a little louder since Tony looked like he was going to interrupt him again. “You will go as the married couple that you are. Rogers and Wanda will be there as backup.” Tony frowned his brows at this. 

Fury sighed loudly again clearly losing his patience. “What now Robert?” 

“Why Rogers?” Tony asked. 

“Despite your previous fights with him, he is still part of the team.” 

Fights? You furrowed your brow. You didn’t know of any fights within the team, it would’ve been huge in the media. 

“Sorry,” you interrupted. “What fights?” 

“Great, now we have to go through all this with little Miss-Know-Nothing over here.” Tony moved from the desk clearly irritated. 

“You know what St-“ Fury cut you off right as you were about to call Tony by his last name. 

“Mrs. Jones, may I remind you the complexity of our situation at hand.” Shit you had almost forgotten that you had nosey ass neighbors. 

“Yeah we’ll see you in 3 weeks,” Tony shut the phone and walked away from the office. 

“What did you do that for?” You said as you ran after Tony. I wanted to ask him about the others and what about Brock?” 

“You think I don’t want to know how Pepper is doing? You think I don’t want to be away from you? Talking to Fury any further wasn’t going to help. He’s got nothing, just like us princess. I suggest you start doing a little research instead of pouting everywhere about a kiss that never happened.” Tony was talking through a low whisper and even then you could feel the rage through it. 

You stood there with nothing to say. His words were hurtful, sure. Did you imagine what it would’ve been like if you would’ve kissed him back that night. Absolutely. There was no denying in your head that you had always had a crush on Tony Stark from even before your agent days. 

You had to move your feelings out of the way. No matter how hurt you felt at Tony’s words. You needed to focus on the mission. The sooner you were done with the mission, the sooner you could get away from Tony. Of course, living now in the compound you weren’t going to be able to fully avoid him, but it would be much better than having to pretend you were this happy couple. 

Before you left his office, you turned to Tony to see him focused on whatever he was looking at on the computer. 

“Dinners ready,” you said. You didn’t wait for a respond before slamming the door shut. 

Tony sighed. He shouldn’t have treated you that way. He knew that but he didn’t know any other way to get you to stay away from him. He knew that if he didn’t create distance between you two, he would give in to temptation. That temptation to close any distance between the two of you. 

Tony shakes his head as he attempted to remove any and all thoughts that popped into his head when he thought of what it would be like to have you. 

As he was walking down to the kitchen he heard the door being knocked on. 

Damn these people never get tired, he thought. 

He saw you enter the entry hallway in an apron and felt a flutter as he saw you in this domestic setting. 

He wondered if he would ever get to experience that with you and not just during this mission. 

No. He had a fiancee back home. 

Snapping back to reality Tony grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him. You put your hand up and felt his arc reactor under his shirt. 

He was again standing too close to you. 

“Shh,” he said. You couldn’t help look at his lips and the way they puckered as he said that. “We have to pretend like we were about to eat dinner as a happily married couple. Not that we were just fighting, again. If they think we fight too much, it’ll raise some flags,” He finished.

“Coming!” You yelled towards the door. 

Tony did not let go of your waist. He wanted to take advantage of every second he was able to. You didn’t mind either, every single time that Tony touched you, it felt like you skin was on fire. 

“Shit! It’s Rachelle,” you said in semi loud whisper as the alarming tone in your voice snapped Tony out of the mini trance he was in. 

“Rachelle? For what?” Tony asked. 

“To throw herself at you no doubt,” Tony thought you sounded genuinely jealous. 

As Tony was about to make a snide remark, the door sounded again. 

You opened the door as you hugged Tony and you could swear that you saw Rachelle’s smile drop as she saw you open the door alongside your husband. 

“Rachelle? What a pleasant surprise,” you said. It was surprising how good you were at acting. You were not usually a person that was good at hiding your emotions. 

You heard a low and sarcastic chuckle coming from her. “Emily,” she said extending the last syllable of your fake name. She then turned and faced Tony, “Robert,” she said extending her hand out to him as one would do in a ball. You could only assume that she was trying to get him to kiss the top of her hand but all Tony did was awkwardly grab it and gave it a light shake. You couldn’t help but internally smile at this failed attempt of a move towards your husband. 

“Hi Rachelle, would you like to come in? We were just about to eat dinner if you’d like to join us,” Tony asked in a lighthearted tone. 

You cringed at the thought of her inside your house and wondered why Tony would even ask her that after what you told him from the neighborhood party. 

But Tony was smart, he knew that if you were around anyone, he could be close to you. Touch you, hug you and be as close to you as he wanted. He could also show the neighbors just how well you two got along. Of course. Tony could say it was all in sake of the mission and to make sure it was successful. 

“Why I’d love to Robert. I heard Emily knows a little bit about cooking,” she said as she turned around to indicate that her husband was walking up to the driveway. “My husband is coming up right now if you’ll have us.” 

“Of course,” you chimed in as you placed your hand on Tony’s chest. “We’d love for both of you to join us.” 

Tony grabbed your hand lovingly as he felt it on his chest. All these small gestures, they felt so natural. He felt comfortable but at the same time so guilty as he thought back on Pepper and how he never felt this type of comfort around her. Don’t get him wrong, he loved Pepper, but there was something about you that felt so right. 

“Come in please,” you said as you tried to step away from Tony but you could feel his hand around you holding you in place. He stepped aside to let Rachelle in but did not want to let go of you. Not yet at least. 

Rachelle walked in admiring the long entrance towards the living room and kitchen. She paused as soon as she saw the large picture of your wedding day. It had been altered so well, you had been able to print it in a large canvas. It looked so real that it looked like you two were actually in love. You would never admit this to anyone, but it was your favorite picture in the entire house. 

Fury had made sure to alter other pictures as well to have them shown throughout the house to make sure that no detail was missed and that anyone that came into your house would have no doubts on your marriage. 

“Wow! You look so handsome, Robert” Rachelle stated. “How long have you been married?” 

Her question caught you off guard but Tony was quick on his feet. The fact that she had not mentioned anything about you in the picture quickly raised some flags. 

“3 years. Together for 8,” he said. Rachelle turned her head towards Tony which he was already expecting her to do so and he gave you a quick peck on your lips. “Best time of my life,” he finished and gave you another quick kiss on your lips. 

You were dumbfounded. Completely caught off guard. You looked at him and smiled, you knew he was just acting but as usual, you couldn’t always hide your emotions. 

“Really? You two look too smitten still to have 11 years together,” she retorted. 

“What can I say?” Tony shrugged his shoulders. “She is my soulmate and when you got something good, you have to take care of it.” 

Rachelle seemed to scowl at this. 

The doorbell rang and you let go of Tony but not before kissing his cheek and going to serve dinner. You were surprised at how easy it was becoming to fake in front of guests. 

Tony went to answer the door and came back with Rachelle’s husband. 

“Hey hun, this is Rachelle’s husband, Dr. Mason,” Tony directed his words to you. 

“Please just call me Derek,” said Rachelle’s husband. “Sorry, I was answering a phone call with an important patient.” He said as he stretched out his hand to shake yours. 

He had brown hair and bright green eyes, and you could tell he was slightly taller than Tony. 

“Pleasure,” you said as you shook his hand and smiled politely. Derek smiled widely at you and kept shaking your hand longer than one would prefer. 

Tony cleared his throat and tried to regain your attention. “Sweetie, should we serve our guests?” 

You immediately let go of Derek’s hand and nodded your head. You could see that Tony was unhappy with the way Derek had introduced himself to you. 

Rachelle took a seat at the round table next to Tony and Derek which only meant that you would also be next to Tony and Derek and would probably have to deal with any flirtations that might come your way from either side. 

Thankfully dinner went by quick and nothing out of place was said. You couldn’t help notice though the amount of times Tony would rub his hand along your arm whenever you told a story that had happened to you, except those experiences had been lived with Brock and not Tony. 

You also noticed how Tony would put his hand on your leg anytime Derek directed any type of dialogue towards you. You felt this was unnecessary as Derek was simply making small talk of what your average day looks like. You didn’t know it yet, but this was Tony’s way of marking territory in front of Derek. These gestures among the men were not missed and fully understood. However, Derek loved a challenge. 

It wasn’t a secret that his marriage with Rachelle had been rocky since she was involved with another one of the neighbor’s husband. He was determined to get payback on her and he thought that you would be the perfect person for it. 

After Tony closed the door and went back to the kitchen he saw you start to clean up the table where your guests had previously been sitting. He went on to help you but couldn’t help but notice that there was no conversation among you two. 

As you closed the dishwasher and turned around you found that Tony was gone. The kitchen and living room were spotless again and you were back to normal. No loving husband. No happy marriage. It was all a lie. 

You walked upstairs to the master bedroom and noticed that Tony was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. As he heard you come in he looked in your direction with a toothbrush still in his mouth and asked “are we sleeping together or what?” 

“Huh?” You quickly replied as that question caught you off guard. You noticed that he had moved all his clothes into the shared walk in closet. 

“Don’t get your hopes up sweetheart. Are we sleeping in the same bedroom, I can put up a blow up mattress there and it’ll look like we are sleeping together.” 

You shrugged your shoulders as if saying “sure” and went to get ready for bed. You heard the air mattress being blown up and Tony fixing up the bed where he would sleep. 

You quickly fell asleep. You hadn’t realized how tired you were, from what? You weren’t sure. You didn’t train half as much as you previously did like when you were back in the compound. 

The tree branches hitting the window woke you up and thats when you noticed you weren’t alone. Tony’s arm was hugging you around your waist and he was positioned as the big spoon. You quickly moved away from him which woke him up. 

“Pepper would you stop moving please,” Tony said groggily. Tony knew you weren’t Pepper but it was the only thing he could think of as an excuse to have him laying down on the same bed. 

What Tony didn’t calculate was how angry you would be that he had invaded your bed. 

“Get up,” You said as you threw a pillow at his face. “I’m not Pepper and you cant just hug me like that when I’m sleeping.” 

You looked at the clock and noticed that it was only 1 in the morning. You had only been sleeping for an hour and a half or less which means that Tony switched over to your bed rather quickly. 

Tony sat up fast and got on top of you in between your slightly opened legs. He stopped so close to your face you could smell his minty breath. His chest was highlighted in all the right places with the low lighting coming through the window. You could feel how your breath was hitting his face and could feel how he was inching closer. 

It was so difficult to control your hands to not run them through his abs and you felt your hands flinch slightly. 

Tony didn’t miss the flinch. He now knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“It doesn’t seem like you mind that I’m in personal space agent,” he said as he accentuated the T on the last word. 

Your breath hitched and you were speechless. No you didn’t mind at all but you didn’t want him to know that.

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.

Tony was fighting all his demons at once. 

He was engaged. 

But who cared. He didn’t. No wait, he did. Did he? 

He was gonna have to talk to Pepper when he got back. He either left her or left the compound with her. None of these thoughts would be happening if Y/N hadn’t appeared. Yeah Y/N is the problem, once I’m away from her, my life will go back to normal and he can go back to being in love with Pepper, he thought. 

“I can hear your brain working overtime,” you said using one of the phrases he typically liked to use on you. 

“I can’t do this,” said Tony as he hurriedly got off the bed. He started putting on a shirt as you turned your back on him again. You weren’t sure what you wanted, but you felt embarrassed for what just had happened. It couldn’t happen again

You heard Tony leave the room and could hear him practically running down the stairs towards the kitchen. You heard the faucet turn on and you could only think that he was probably getting a glass of water but then you heard the sound of glass breaking and loud crash could be heard. 

You sat up with your heart racing, “Tony?” You asked through the silence. 

“Ton-,” you interrupted yourself. If someone had broken in, they would wonder who the hell Tony was. “Robert!” You yelled out this time. 

You got out from your bed and picked up the gun you kept in your closet. You could still hear someone downstairs walking around but you had not received any response from Tony downstairs. You knew something was wrong. 

“Honey, are you ok? I heard a crash,” you tried to sound as calm as possible but still scanning everything in front of you. 

[ghaaeghaae]

"Laced Scars" unfinished WIP

found one of my older, unfinished WIPs. this was written back before ghaae was even canon. technically wrote it when Caspian's name wasn't know but i swapped it in as it feels strange calling him Ghosty now lol

anyways- lil snippet with pretty boys in lingerie and Caspian struggling with his scars

Caspian looked over his reflection in the mirror, split between anticipation and self-consciousness. The red straps and light lace crisscrossing across his body brought out the color of his eyes. He knew the outfit looked nice, it just… it was a lot of skin showing. Nothing was really covered, leaving the scattering of scars across his body on full display. The brunet considered changing into something else for a moment but shook the thought away just as quickly. Rae had gotten this set just for him and he didn’t want to disappoint him. 

A knock came from the door of Caspian’s bedroom and said scientist spoke up from the other side. “You doing okay love?” 

“Ah, yeah, everything’s fine!” The brunet said a little too quickly.

“Caspian…?” Rae asked, nervous as he could hear something wrong in his boyfriend’s tone. The adventurer froze up, torn between wanting to tell Rae to stay out, while also craving his comfort. 

When he didn’t receive a response, Rae spoke up again. “Baby, can I come in?” 

Caspian looked around, spotting Rae’s usual cape draped on the edge of the bed. He quickly picked it up and wrapped it over his shoulders, pulling it over his chest. “Uh… Yeah. Yeah, come in.”

The door opened up and Rae peaked inside, a concerned look on his face. Thoughts raced through the scientist’s head as he looked in to see that Caspian looked alright. Better than alright. The sight of his boyfriend all dressed up made him lose his train of thought. 

“Fucking hell,” Rae said under his breath as he stepped fully into the room. He shut the door behind him and was quick to close the distance between them. “Look at you,” He purred, reaching up to trace the adventurer’s jawline. 

“You’re not half bad yourself,” The brunet replied, coaxing an amused snort from his partner. He wasn’t wrong. Standing over him, Rae was nearly fully clothed. Black pants and a half corset clinched his waist in. He’d traded out his typical shirt for a button-up that he’d left open. What drew Caspian’s attention was the hint of navy blue lace he could see over his boyfriend’s chest. 

“Thank you, darling. But, why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?” Rae asked gently as he recognized Caspian’s attempt to divert attention from himself.

“It’s nothing,” The brunet replied quickly. The response only spiked Rae’s alarm bells and his brow furrowed. He noticed how the adventurer had wrapped his cape around himself. Guilt flared up in his chest as he realized that Caspian was covering himself up. Covering up the outfit Rae had asked hin to wear. 

“Do you want to change? If you don’t like the set, you absolutely don’t have to wear it, love,” the scientist offered softly.

“No! No, the set is nice, I promise,” Caspian insisted immediately.

“Then what’s on your mind?” Rae asked and scarlet eyes looked away. 

“I… I guess it’s more… me?” He admitted quietly. Rae’s heart broke at the words. 

“What? Darling, no,” the scientist swore, gently tilting Caspian’s chin up so he would look at him again. "Caspian you look amazing," He insisted, though could tell that Caspian wasn't convinced. 

"I love the way you look no matter what you wear. This, your favorite jacket, my sweater, nothing at all. You look good in everything, darling. Even when you come home covered in hay from Martin's pen, I still think you're hot as hell," Rae told him, drawing out a laugh from the adventurer. He looked back up at Rae, a small smile on his face as his heart swelled with adoration.

"Even with all the… scars?" The adventurer asked hesitantly. It took Rae a bit by surprise. He'd never considered that Caspian's scars could bother him.

"Your scars are a part of you. I see these-" Rae gently slid the cape off one of his boyfriend's shoulders to expose the nearest scar. It was the largest one, running over the top of his shoulder near his collarbone. "-as everything you've been through. Everything you survived and powered through to get here." He traced his fingers over the uneven skin before leaning in to place a chaste kiss over the mark. 

"I love your scars," Rae promised between kisses trailing down to the next one, over Caspian's bicep, as the adventurer shuttered under his ministrations. 

"Let me show you how much," the scientist purred, pulling back enough to make eye contact with scarlet orbs. "Would that be alright?" 

"Y-Yeah. I mean, if you want to," Caspian said, stuttering his words a bit as he flushed from Rae's praise. The scientist’s face lit up in a gentle smile and he led the brunet over to the bed. Tender touches slipped the cape off of Caspian’s shoulders before guiding him down onto the center of the mattress. Rae took a moment to unclasp his corset, setting it on the floor before undoing his pants as well. Stripping off the form-fitting slacks exposed the lace panties restraining his already half-hard cock. 

“Someone’s excited,” Caspian taunted, trying to ease his own nerves as Rae flashed him a smirk as he slipped off his shirt completely, exposing the rest of the bralette he had on underneath. Navy blue lace and straps framed his chest to match the rest of the set. 

“How could I not be with you dressed up for me like that,” Rae purred back as he tossed his shirt aside before joining Caspian on the bed. He moved up over the brunet, moving a leg to either side so Rae could straddle his boyfriend’s waist. Reaching down, he traced a finger over the straps running across the adventurer’s chest before leaning in to press a kiss to his collarbone. 

“Just look at you,” Rae breathed, shamelessly leaving a trail of kisses and light nips down the other’s chest.

[dennydraws]

Good Morning! Happy start of the week!

September is almost over! But also spookiest month is coming! :D I was always sad as a kid that my country wasn't celebrating Halloween. Now kids do it more often while boomer parents yap how this isn't Bulgarian/Orthodox Christian holiday or something... Ya all need to leave the kids have fun and do kids things and enjoy being spooky and getting candy! I love preparing candy for trick or treaters!

I'm glad kids are having more fun and my generation seems more chill about these things.

October, october, october~!! I look forward to binge watching spooky movies, spooky series, bake cinnamon rolls, start inktober and agonize as I fall behind it ... :D;;; Speaking of, with how October tends to be, I may skip a chapter update at some point of my "The Snake, The Firebrand and The King of All" comic (update later today btw! Please look forward to it!). I think I'm keeping a good pace so far. I just know October gets crazy at work and between that and attempting Inktober, on top of... attempting to juggle FanFyria updates too... it may get crazy! But if it does, I will drop something instead of trying to be a hero and juggle everything xD;;

Sun Haven, Sun Haven~ That game is seriously enabling some kinda fang/claws aesthetic I'm super into and never realized until now lol We tried multiplayer with friends yesterday and it was pretty fun! Nothing broke (too much) yet :D;; We accidentally got ... God and his 3 angels (or Ary's whole family as we joke now!) I hope I get to draw them too eventually! Thank you for all who followed me for my Aryllin x Claude arts, I may do more in the future as I have ideas™ but also October may be too busy for that... but I hope you will enjoy other arts I show here too! :D;;;

Sun Haven Art Trades? I love art trades! Doing one with a friend now but if anyone is interested, hit me up ~ :D But it will have to wait for November at this point lol;;;;

Original Character (don't steal) ™ I've been scribbling Reciferius a lot lately, you guys remember him? :D;; he won the OC poll way back! I drew him recently, kinda keep scribbling him again on the side. Still not sure what to do with him, or in what world setting I can stuff him but... well anyway he has fangs now cause apparently it's "fangs n claws season" in my head!

I hope I get to finish this WIP eventually this week, I'm really happy at the vibe I got :D

And that's all~! I hope you have a great start of the week, dear reader! I hope the month of September was kind to you and brought you new dear memories for your life's album. I hope October brings you warm fuzzies and inspiration for everything you pick to do!