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[tavyliasin]

Welcome, Raphael Fans ;)

My little ramble may have resonated a bit, so I feel like recklessly re-sharing my Fiend-centric Fic Chapters~ I will likely just update and reblog this as needed. This is taking forever to check over to compile... This should be a relatively comprehensive list and is 99% NSFW so 18+ only. Links currently will take you to the chapters on Tumblr, but my newer side blog @atavsguide will be reposting anything from my ongoing fic work as FULL chapters every day for the next couple of weeks~ That side blog is only being used for full chapter reblogs so those without AO3 have somewhere to read them, and I might make a second one for the other one shots etc~

Chapters from A Tav's Guide

ATG is my ongoing fic centred on f!Tav x Astarion until the act 2 conversation, where they agree that love and lust can be entirely separate, allowing Tav to explore other opportunities for sex with the arrangement that she will write about it in her diary to share later. Rough premise, I know, but it works to allow a fun and smutty story~ Raphael and Haarlep feature a fair few times so far, especially when their appearances were far too fun.

ATG 4 - Dream? Nightmare.

Tav is having trouble sleeping, but eventually manages to drift off. Her dreams, however, are far from restful when a certain devil decides to dance through her sleep. CW and Tags - None, aside from mild powerplay dynamics. ---

ATG 7 - Love? Lust.

Raphael needs to let off some steam, and if there's one thing Haarlep knows it is exactly how to do it. There's no room for any emotional connection beyond pure undiluted physical desire, wants tempted and needs met, and it seems a raised temper can indeed spice things up a little. CW and Tags - Hate sex, Brat Raphael, Dom Haarlep, light BDSM, oral sex, biting, bondage ---

ATG 9 - Mouse? Rat.

Tav breaks in to the House of Hope desperate for help, but all she finds is...Raphael? No, that's not him... Haarlep is bored, but luckily a Little Mouse stumbles in to their room, lost and alone. But are they a Mouse? Or perhaps more of a Rat? Tav discovers the downsides to avarice and hubris, biting off far more than she can chew this time. Part 1 of 2 CW and Tags - BDSM, Aphrodisiacs, Bratty Tav, Dom Haarlep, bondage, whipping, mild blood

ATG 10 - Cat? Claw.

Part 2 of 2 Raphael arrives back in his boudoir to find Haarlep busy with an uninvited guest, one who has taken in far too much aphrodisiac and requires relief from that particular issue. He is loathe to help, but Haarlep has their ways to convince him. CW and Tags - BDSM, bondage, group sex, power play, aftercare, transforming during sex,

ATG 11 Deal? Done.

Part 1 of 2 Haarlep is bored again, and finds a fun little scroll to use with Tav. But it'll take a deal before the plan can work fully... Tav finds herself enticed by an interesting prospect, and decides to put her own spin on the deal before her. CW and Tags - Shape changing, power play, BDSM

ATG 12 - Friday? Freaky.

Part 2 of 2 Raphael comes home to find the "Archduchess" mocking him as usual, despite not asking Haarlep to take that form. Still, he is easily mislead by clever words and an illusion that none of them will soon forget. Tav plays her part well and is rewarded by an intense night of pleasure, and the sight of Raphael on his knees before her is a more than pleasant bonus. CW and Tags - Alter Self, threeway sex, bondage, power play, tails, switching, Dom Tav, sub Tav, Dom Raphael, sub Raphael, Dom Haarlep, body double, aftercare

Tricks and Treats in the House of Hope - An ATG Side Story, Halloween Special

Not placed in the main timeline, this is after a point where Halsin and Astarion are firmly in a poly relationship with Tav and both comfortable in sex. Meant to be a Halloween Special short it ran long. Haarlep holds a costume party, where almost everyone is invited. The guests quickly remember their host is an incubus as the events take a turn for the delicious. CW and Tags - Sex toys, group sex, biting, blood, double penetration, BDSM, heavier bondage, brat, brat taming, costumes, orgy

ATG Winter Holiday Special - The Fiend's Feast

Another special so not in the timeline, but after the Halloween special. Haarlep is hosting another party, and even though they knew what to expect this time the guests are still caught by surprise with a few little gifts from the incubus. CW and Tags - group sex, orgy, bondage, power play, biting, blood, control, mild knife play

ATG Side Story - Villain? Saviour.

The last side story so far, Raphael swoops in at the last moment to save Tav from an untimely demise, and finds himself...caring? No, that can't be right...can it? A softer side to Raphael, until he realises the incubus has poisoned the healing potions with their devious plans. CW and Tags - implied aphrodisiac, power play, hurt/comfort, willpower bondage

The Prequel Series - Scent of Cinnamon

With only 2 chapters so far (but more to follow), this is my newest series, a prequel to the games intending to follow from the first meeting of Raphael and Haarlep until the beginning of the game. It may synch to ATG canon, but will otherwise focus far more on the Cambion and the incubus and the relationship they share.

The Cambion, The Gift, and The Contract

The very first meeting, also establishing Haarlep before they became Haarlep and what they looked like. The incubus steps in to the mansion in Avernus to meet their new Master, the one they've been sent to spy on, carrying nothing but the clothes on their back and specific instructions. They don't even have a name any more, trading everything away for the promise of far greater rewards if they succeed. Meanwhile, a young Raphael does not have time or patience to entertain the idea of another attempted distraction, until they both realise there might just be a way that both can get what they want. All it takes is a little contract... CW and Tags - Mostly talking but sets up the premise, slow burn, devilish deals

The Contract, The Kiss, and The Cambion’s Pride

The talking is over, the deal must now be seen through. Raphael gets a taste of what the incubus can do, while the newly named Haarlep claims ownership of their own Master, ensuring he will remember every inch of their body when they give it up to become his double as they both agreed. This includes Haarlep giving Raphael a taste of both forms they can take, to ensure nothing about them can be forgotten. CW and Tags - Oral sex, mild choking, genderfluid character, changing physical form, power play, BDSM, sub!Raphael, Dom!Haarlep, rough oral sex, mild blood, light choking

One Shots and Shorts

Short Drabbles (Mixed)

These are all mixed chapters, but several feature Raphael and/or Haarlep. Many are only a few paragraphs or a page at most. Tavs are unique to these works and not part of continuity Brat Raphael - Haarlep lacks patience. How To Tease A Devil - f!Tav and Haarlep enjoy playing with a submissive Raphael. Raphael Being Bad At Sex - f!Tav finally gets to sleep with Raphael instead of Haarlep and finds it isn't the same. Self Indulgence With Devils - Raphael and Haarlep tease f!Tav The Devil On Your Shoulder - Second Person, Haarlep helps inspire "you" to write. The Muse's Return - Second Person, "you" have been struggling to write recently, but luckily Haarlep is home to help... Confession: The Devil Gets His Due - inspired by a confession blog, power bottom Dom!Raphael demands m!Tav satisfies him. The Shrew Who Tamed The Incubus - Haarlep is surprised by m!OC Shrew as he seeks only warmth and care, not sex. Soft, warm, loving...Haarlep is confused but fine with it. The Morning After The Artist's Dreams - Inspired by a Tumblr artist. An artist wakes up in Haarlep's bed to find the incubus perched on the end suggestively. ---

Gala of the Damned

Raphael needs to attend a ball for the powerful and influential fiends of the Nine Hells, but he needs a date. Haarlep reluctantly takes on their Archduchess form, wearing a corset and overall far too many clothes for their liking. Later, Haarlep makes a corset out of Raphael with cruel metal hooks and ribbon, taking what they feel is owed for the night. CW and Tags - BDSM, power play, bondage, hooks, piercings, pain play

The Mouse Trap

f!Tav goes a little far in pushing Raphael, working to her favour as he shows a far more dominant side. CW and tags - Dom!Raphael, BDSM, Pain Play, blood, brat, impatient sex, power play

The Sleepless Dream

2nd person short fic, where Haarlep is "your" sleep paralysis demon. CW and Tags - Insomnia, Teasing, Power play

----------------------------- ----------------------------- COMPLETE LIST AS OF 4th January 2024 ----------------------------- -----------------------------

For a full list of ALL of my works, including word counts, pairings, and summaries, please check out my Carrd! I keep it up to date with each new link.

[sambeckdraws]

colour palette requests - Orin

[technically-human]

Can you draw something with Doom Patrol!Edwin and Netflix!Edwin?

Maybe something about Dp!Edwin talking about his feelings for Charles with N!Edwin?

It's just something I've been thinking of, make it a little angsty?<3

Glad you asked

ko-fi

[solroskajan]

Uzi carrying V, like I said I would draw. + a suggestion/request from @1-800-hellyeah! Worker drones are strong, but carrying two people who are significantly taller than yourself still requires cooperation.

[cryptenby]

i haven’t cf for myself in months but we are in emergency mode again. the election means my partner was dropped from both of her contracts, and despite endless applications i am not being hired. our car is in bad shape so i can’t even use it for driving work. we need a BARE MINIMUM of $800 to pay for our rent next week. it’s likely i will have to ask for more in order for us to survive the winter.

i know it’s crunch time but, if you can see my posts you know i’ve been really struggling with asking for help. but i don’t want to lose my apartment or access to my wife. please consider helping us.

paypal: torkz

vnmo/cash: torkz428

$0/$800

[yoshijammer]

if you're still doing the Paper Mario sketch requests, I think it would be fun to see Vivian interacting with Luigi (and maybe even his dog, the Polterpup)

I am SO sorry for the delay!! I thought I would be able to get back to these quickly but I got busy and also may have caught some art block. I think I'm better now.

I know Luigi not getting respect is a running gag of Paper Mario, but I always felt like Mario and his partners falling asleep during Luigi's storytime was out of character. I think Vivian in particular would take interest in Luigi, and Luigi would get along well with her too (despite her ghost-like ability to hide in shadows). Adding Polterpup to this was fun! I think Vivian would love him, but they'd sometimes give Luigi a scare.

The lighter sketch in the top right is basically an abridged version of a small comic I roughly sketched out for this, but I scrapped it because it didn't really make sense and I suddenly forgot how to draw Luigi. The sketch in the bottom left came from me wanting to fill in the space, then realizing I never explored the fact they both have siblings, but have a very different relationship with them.

Thanks to everyone for being patient with me! I will begin work on the next one tomorrow, I hope I can finish them much sooner!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Cropped Patreon Requests

[ohitslen]

Something other about his eyes

Bonus! Based on this quick thing I did this afternoon and the idea took a bit more shape and turned into that thing from above uEK

[trans-gothic]

Hey everyone, I’m so sorry to be asking for money again, but things are very tight right now. I quit my abusive retail job (no more constant casual sexual harassment, yay) but it’s hard getting on my feet with my delivery job when so much of the money just has to go immediately back into gas and maintenance on my car. I’ve got a doctor’s appointment next week to continue my HRT, and then the cost of those prescriptions to deal with as well. Haven’t been driving long enough to get that health insurance stipend yet. It’d be great to be able to afford those and not be living quite so day-to-day, yknow?

I’m looking to raise about $400, but literally anything at all helps.

C*shapp: $FJstardust

V*nmo: @Fiona-Stardust

Z*lle: fionajc1989@gmail.com

P*ypal: same as above

[panbotter]

Hey so in reference to my previous ask, can you do one were the reader is having trouble controlling their powers (you can decide those) and either Kurt or Erik comfort them after a bad day and end up confessing to the reader. You can ad smut if you want but if not that's totally fine too☺️.

Your Existence is Grand

Erik Lehnsherr x gn!reader

Erik notices you having a rough day with your powers and decides to shower you with praise.

(This is my first fanfic literally ever so feedback appreciated, but also... Sorry for any mistakes!!!!)

Trigger warnings: cursing, suggestive themes (I don't know what else to write here, pls let me know if there's anything else I should add!)

The air around me begins buzzing and crackling, becoming charged with electricity and I sigh, deeply frustrated before I reach for the metal doorknob in front of me and receive a shock so strong that all the muscles in my arm cramp up painfully. I curse under my breath, forcing my arm to bend and stretch the tense muscles as I walk into the lounge, getting a glimpse of the others outside. Some might say I’d been gifted with a particularly powerful mutation, that it made me strong and intimidating. That I am admired for it, as if it’s a blessing to be grateful for.

But in this god-forsaken world, all I could see was a curse that plagued my body. I never bothered to understand the science behind it, as much as others might have tried to explain it to me. Something about the electricity in my body behaving abnormally, affecting the air around me and in turn, other electronics or conductors of electricity, turning me into a walking hazard around power lines, or thunderstorms. Let's not even mention the sheer amount of electrical fires I’ve caused. Sure, it sounds cool. But the reality is basically hell.

One of the ‘best’ parts about my mutation is that it is terribly unstable, especially when you’re constantly surrounded by electricity no matter where you go. Everyone else who charges up some static then touches a piece of metal receives a little sting from a silly little shock. It might be a little funny or perhaps surprising! Maybe it happens when you touch fingers with someone else and you shock each other, what a cute moment!

Try getting fucking electrocuted every single time.

Nowhere near as cute, nor as fun.

Some days are worse than others and the more restless I become, the worse it is for me in the end. But unfortunately, I can’t lay in bed immobile for an entire day to lower the voltage my body is producing, resulting in my current conundrum. Avoiding the rest of the X-Men in order to avoid any potential accidents, especially with Jubilee. Fireworks and a highly-charged mutant body surrounded by a bunch of high-tech only spells out bad news. Luckily, it seems like most of them were outside on the basketball court. That’s what I thought, at least.

“I take it you’re having a bad voltage day?” the voice of none other than Magneto startles me out of my thinking. It’s been more than a few months of him living here with us, but his presence is still unexpected. I had a hard time training the knee-jerk defensive reaction out of my body for the first few days, my body becoming charged up so quickly that I wouldn’t even have the chance to blink before I shot a bolt of electricity at him.

He was quick to show that a little spark didn’t do much to him, given that he was essentially a walking magnetic field.

I turn to him, his large form standing at the entrance to the lounge, “What makes you say that?” I turn back to watch as Scott and Logan start another argument, their voices muffled by the glass.

“The air keeps crackling and I have a hard time believing there’s a storm inside the building” he approaches until he pauses at my side. I chuckle a little, giving a wince once I feel my sore muscles constrict. He turns to watch me.

“Hm, I don’t know, maybe Storm has had enough of those two at each other’s throats” I try to joke but my voice falters, as my heart begins to race again and the sound of the air buzzing around me becomes overwhelming. Tremors begin rippling across my muscles, a mixture of them cramping and relaxing too fast for me to keep up with. Losing the strength in my legs, I stretch a hand out toward the glass in front of me to hold myself up but I miss the glass by a couple inches. Erik’s hands are quick to grab onto my arms before pulling me into his chest, supporting my weight as the crackling noise fills my ears and I let out a pained shout. My body releases a strong burst of electricity, most of it absorbed by Erik’s magnetic field, whilst the rest causes the power in the building to go out. I pant loudly, trying to catch my breath, feeling like my heart might’ve stopped in the middle of that.

The lights flicker around us before the power in the school hums back to life. Erik’s hands are still around me, I realize before beginning to step away, but his hold on me tightens. He pulls me back against his chest and I try to fight back the heat that’s slowly creeping up to my face. This is a bit embarrassing. I’ll admit it, I had grown to like Erik in the time he’d been with us, not to mention I had quite a few run-ins with him before I ever joined the X-Men. He always seemed so… Powerful, he always felt safe to be around. As radical as the Professor may claim he is, he always seemed… Right. You could hear the passion in his voice when he spoke of mutantkind and it made you want to side with him, to be loyal and to follow him to the ends of the Earth.

He had a powerful presence, and as I am now discovering, a powerful touch. One of the very few people who could come near me without fear of being electrocuted. My muscles had begun to twitch in the aftermath of the shock. These are the unfortunate moments where I wish I could be rid of my mutation. I could barely hold myself up and here I was in Erik’s arms.

“You should be resting” his voice was stern, but there was a hint of concern in there. I raise my gaze to meet his, feeling a bit of shame.

“I can’t just lay in bed all day, the world is still turning, there’s things to do…” I muttered.

“Precisely, the world is still turning and it will still continue to turn if you are at rest. You, on the other hand, are not a planet and you need to care for yourself”

I stare into his eyes, feeling them pierce through my soul. He always seemed to be right about everything… I chuckle under my breath as I regain some strength in my legs, straightening back up.

“I’m sure you must be tired of having to run after all of us like a babysitter” I joke as his arms come to rest on my shoulders once I’m stable on my feet.

A glint crosses his eyes, “I do wonder how Charles managed, and then I remember he’s a telepath, so it must’ve been quite easy for him” he replies with a smirk gracing his face that makes me laugh a little.

“He still struggled, you shouldn’t compare yourself to the Professor”

He begins to lead me toward the couch behind us, helping me take a seat before joining me. I still feel a hot streak of shame across my stomach, having him help me. Burdening him.

“Sorry, by the way… You’re right, I should be a little more considerate of others” I mutter.

Erik turns to look at me as I avoid making eye contact, “I don’t believe those were my words…” his hand reaches out toward my chin, gently turning my head to face him, “I only ask of you to rest and care for yourself, forget what the others may think”

I blinked up at him, “The Professor always wanted me to push past my limits, so that I can perhaps get stronger… Control my powers better”

“In a perfect world, you wouldn’t have to restrict your abilities, you could rule this planet with a wave of your hand, what you have is something to be proud of, not ashamed” he places his hand against my cheek and I find myself leaning against his warm touch, “Your mutation is a blessing, not a curse”

I scoff, “Sure doesn’t feel that way, I can’t even live among humans without shutting down an entire city’s power”

“Your powers shouldn’t be hidden, controlled, or restricted for the sake of humanity” he says the word with disdain, “but those are my beliefs, your existence is grand mein liebling”

My heart thumps against my chest loudly at his words. It feels… Intimate. How could he speak such high praise toward me?

“I see you hurt and I watch as you restrain yourself around others, as your mutation basically eats your body alive and it pains me…” his eyes gaze across my face, pausing at my lips before trailing back up to my eyes, “It pains me that you live in a world where you feel you cannot rest, where you feel you must hide the power within you”

“Erik…” I whisper, almost afraid to shatter the moment between us, “What are you… What are you saying…?” I peer into his eyes, seeing something brewing behind his gaze. Could it be possible that he’s… No, there’s no way.

“What do you believe I’m saying?” he whispers softly, leaning in toward me. I jump as a few sparks fly out from where he has his hand on my cheek. I can’t help my eyes dropping to his lips before rising back up to his eyes.

I feel the tension rise and in a desperate attempt to avoid it, I joke, “If I was delusional, I might think you’re trying to confess to me right now” I laugh a little to dispel the tension. His gaze was still just as intense so I failed, but I tried my best.

A smile graced his features, “Yes… Perhaps if you were delusional, you might see that I am actually confessing my feelings for you right now” he says it so casually I almost think he’s playing along with my joke, but as my eyes widen, so does his smile.

“Are you…?” my voice wavers a little. I feel my heart drop, realizing he’s probably joking with me. I turn away from his hand, lightly pushing his chest to put distance between us.

“Is this some sort of joke? Come on, Erik… You know that’s… It’s unrealistic” I mutter, a man like him would never love someone like me, that’s not how it works… Maybe in the movies, or in a fairytale perhaps.

“Mein liebling, perhaps I haven’t been clear enough with you” he wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me in close, closer than before, “do you prefer a visual demonstration instead? I can give you that, you only need to ask” he smiles before slowly leaning in, giving me enough time to back out if I wished, but I find myself leaning in, eager to feel his lips against mine.

As soon as our lips locked together, sealed at last, a burst of electric sparks flew out from our lips and I giggled into the kiss. I mean, how ironic is that? I felt real, literal sparks and fireworks from the kiss and it made my lips tingly. Erik smiles into the kiss before deepening it, his hand rising up toward my hair while the other trailed down my back and I found myself desperate to be closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, clumsily climbing over to sit on his lap. We part right as I begin losing my breath and he trails a burning, tingly trail of kisses down my jaw before he stops by my ear.

With a whisper that blew across the nape of my neck, “I see more than just greatness in you, so much more…” The words are charged with intention, passion, and sincerity. I shudder as the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I bite back a moan as he continues kissing down my neck. I take a sharp breath in as he begins sucking on a tender spot before I suddenly realize what we’re doing…

Where we’re doing it.

I turn slightly to peek at the windows, making sure the others are still thoroughly distracted with playing before I feel Erik bite my skin and a moan breaks out, “Wait! Erik… We’re… In the lounge…”

He lifts his head, and the dark look in his blue eyes makes me clench my legs in anticipation, “We’ll just have to be fast… And quiet… Can you do that?” He taunts me with a question I don’t even get the chance to answer before he lays me down on the couch, climbing over me, “I’m just helping you relax, that’s not a sin, is it?” He looks down at me with a hungry gaze and I feel my cheeks burn.

“I guess not”

“Show me what else you can do with these sparks of yours”

[httyd-art-requests]

Could you draw Hiccup as a dragon? (Up to you what species, have fun with it!) Hope you have a nice day :D

Hehe, thank youuu! Hope you have a nice day too <3

My first idea was to draw @mr-business-whump's Lycanwing Hiccup from their AU, so here's my (stylized) take on the design :]

Dragon #126 - Dragon!Hiccup

... But I did really want to do a canon species Hiccup, so I also did a Terrible Terror version of him <3

(THAT'S RIGHT, IT'S A DOUBLE FEATURE BABYYY)

My reasonings for the Terrible Terror:

Small

Annoying

No fear of death

Clever

Troublemakers

Evokes the same cuteness agression in me that first movie Hiccup does

That one specific scene where Hiccup goes "Everything we knew about you guys was wrong"

Thank you for coming to me TED talk

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

This was home.

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[mellohiizz]

everytime i see your mapicc I jump for joy he's such a dog I love him so much all he needs is a collar YIPPEE

i personally think he needs both a collar and a muzzle, we all know he bites.

[its-minart]

Never finishing this but I really like them 👉🏾👈🏾

[save-the-villainous-cat]

could you write something with the hero and villain fake dating? (you totallt dont have to if you dont want to or something I just wanted to ask cus I loveee the trope!)

"Kiss me," the villain said.

"No fucking way." A horrible blush started to spread over the hero's neck. The worst thing about this was that this had been their idea in the first place.

They were ashamed to admit it but when they had arrested the villain a few months ago, they had suggested to the judge a different kind of punishment. At the time, there wasn't much evidence of the villain's criminal activities, so the hero had thought it to be more practical if the villain had to work together with other heroes. As a kind of community service.

After all, the villain was smart when it came to these schemes.

However, for whatever reason, they had been paired together. The hero didn't quite know what to do with themselves now. Ever since the mission had started, their brain wasn't functioning at all. It was quite self-explanatory. The villain was incredibly attractive and they were joking around, seizing every opportunity to flirt with the hero.

The hero suspected it to be some scheme to throw them off their game. But they couldn't be sure.

"These guys over there have been eyeing us the entire evening. If you ask me, they're not buying our little act." The villain let their fingertips ghost over the hero's knuckles and the hero's heart started to throb. The hero didn't turn around to look at the suspicious people the villain had been talking about. Their mind was somewhere else entirely.

On this after show party, they were supposed to observe highly influential people for suspicious activity. An election was coming up and although the hero loathed politics, it was obviously the right thing to do. They weren't supposed to be the ones being observed.

Usually, the hero wasn't very fond of undercover work. They were a horrible liar and improvisation wasn't their strong suit either. For the last few days, the villain had saved them more than once from embarrassing slip-ups. It was quite pathetic.

"And you have been flirted with already," the villain said. Somehow, their voice sounded bitter.

"They were just being nice," the hero said. They shifted on their chair. If someone was indeed observing them, maybe kissing the villain was the right thing to do. God, the hero didn't have much experience and they feared they would make a fool out of themsleves once again.

The villain probably had a new lover every week or so.

"They wanted to buy you a drink."

"Ehh," the hero said. "It doesn't really matter, does it?"

"It's compromising the mission."

"Is that person who wanted to buy me a drink one of those guys who have been 'eyeing' us the entire evening?" the hero asked. They leaned over and took the villain's hand. Whenever they looked into the villain's eyes, their stupid heart skipped a beat but they tried to come closer, to appear more in love.

It was quite strange for them to display physical intimacy in public. They had never really considered themselves to be fit for relationships - work got in the way every single time but the villain brought enough casualness into the (fake) relationship to somewhat ease the hero's nerves.

The villain didn't answer their question, though.

"All I am trying to say is: when someone wants to buy you a drink, we don't look like a couple," the villain said. Their eyes dropped to the hero's lips and the hero leaned over, holding onto the villain's hand.

"Well, you could have come with me to the bar," the hero said. They shrugged and took a sip of their drink with a shaky hand the villain observed a little too long.

"I will keep that in mind." The villain followed the little veins on the hero's wrist of the hand that was holding onto them. The hero was so nervous they weren't sure if they had to cry or laugh.

"Okay, be honest. Is someone watching?" the hero asked. They managed to scoot over towards the villain.

The villain's eyes were still on the hero, observed every little move. To say the villain could be relentless was an understatement.

"They have the audacity to check you out." The villain's voice was low, even though their mouth formed a sweet smile. The hero hadn’t even realised how tight their grip was around the villain's hands. "Probably some disgusting perv. I can’t blame them, though. You look incredible."

The villain leaned in, touched the hero's forearm gently and immediately, the hero’s heart sped up.

"You have to be very careful or I will actually fall in-"

And then, the hero kissed them.

For whatever reason, they kissed them. They put their flat hand on the villain's neck and pulled them close until their lips met. Later, the hero would blame their own nervousness but truthfully, they didn't know exactly why they did it.

The hero considered themselves inexperienced - rightfully so - and heard their own heartbeat in their ears as the villain smiled against their lips. The hero felt clumsy and stupid; they didn't know exactly what they were doing. So, it was even more embarrassing when the villain put a hand on their thigh, squeezed softly and responded with slow kisses, forcing the hero to adapt.

Although the hero was painfully aware of their own nervousness, they were also calming down slowly. The villain was guiding them through it perfectly and they hated themselves for being in need of it.

Eventually, the hero pulled away and found it to be quite hard to look into the villain's eyes.

"Impressive," the villain murmured. Their smirk wasn't leaving their face.

"Sorry, I- uh-"

"Don't apologise."

"Oh, yes, uh..." The villain leaned over once more until they could whisper into the hero's ear.

"You did so well, don't you know that?"

"Are - are they still watching us?"

"No, my love." The villain gave the hero a peck on their temple. "How do you feel?"

"Nervous," they admitted.

"You're not really a fan of being undercover, are you?" The villain took their hand and the hero squeezed it, trying somehow to stop their hands from shaking.

"It's my least favourite thing about this job," the hero said. They took in a deep breath and tried to gather their thoughts.

The villain could be so sweet - the reassurance and the gentleness were so foreign to the hero that it scared them. Most of the time, their job was focused on performance and results. There wasn't much space for emotions. They weren't used to someone praising them.

"Don't worry, you are amazing at this," the villain purred. "If it's too much for you, we can always leave."

"But the mission..."

"Well, if you want my honest opinion: I couldn't care less about it. I am just enjoying my time with you."

The hero had to chuckle.

"You are terrible."

"It's your call. I can take the blame if your boss gives you an earful."

"Really?"

"Really."

Once they were back in their hotel room, the hero dared to sleep in the bed with the villain next to them and awoke unsurprisingly in their arms in the morning.

[amanitacurses]

Could I request some more vidow?? Maybe some angst >:) or hurt/comfort vidow or with the colours :) (with Vio or shadow as the centerpiece tho soz lmao)

Like I would pass up a chance to draw Vidow, c'mon