#spooky month aiden

[ask-my-spooky-month-ocs]

Can we see the kids you mentioned in past posts

This is Rose, Gabby and Sophie's daughter. She loves Halloween and often gets into spooky antics with her best friend Augustus Wonder who goes by the nickname Auggie (Auggie is Skid and Pump's adopted son). She tends to question Auggie but trusts in his decisions as they haven't gotten them killed or possessed yet. She's friends with the Hatz polycule kids and Lizzie's twin children too, but her best friend out of all of them is Auggie. She is 7 years old.

This is Auggie. He has a nasty habit of summoning demons and other supernatural beings with his grandpa's old occult stuff that Skid just won't throw away despite being the one who's often possessed by the things his son summons. Auggie has heard the stories of his dads' old adventures when they were his age and wants to make memories like that with his friends and often takes things into his own hands to make sure those memories happen. His fathers don't mind him doing this, but they want him to stop summoning things in their house. Auggie is 8 years old.

This is Ollie, Charlie and Hannah's son. His cousins babysit him regularly but often likes being held by Rose because she smells like flowers and he finds that comforting. He is only a few months old but it is clear that he likes spooky things like his parents because when given the choice, he will choose the bat onsie that his dad bought for him. He's calm and doesn't really cry unless his cousins, Auggie and Rose are all freaking out or he's hungry.

This is Maya, Ember and Felix. Maya is the bio child of Roy and Sally but they and the rest of their siblings will refer to Robert, Ross, Roy, Sam and Sally as their parents. Maya is 13 and goes by They/Them pronouns. Maya had a worse gender crisis than Roy did when they were trying to figure out what they were. Maya is often relaxed and goofs off often but can be serious when they want to be. Ember is Sam and Sally's bio daughter and is 12 years old. Ember is the most charismatic of her siblings and was quite the troublemaker when she was little, Ember does have a temper that as inherited from Sam but she rarely gets mad because she's very patient. Felix is Roy and Ross' bio son and is 11 years old but looks way younger because he was cursed with Roy's shortness. Felix is the most quiet child in the family but had his moments where he's quite loud.

This is Edmund, Faith and Aiden. Edmund is the bio son of Roy and Robert and is 9 years old. Edmund has the nicknames of Eddie and Ed, his full name is only used when his siblings or parents need to get his attention. Edmund is also the most chill out of his siblings. Faith is the bio daughter of Sam and Ross and is 6 years old. Faith doesn't talk much and when she does it's blunt and straight to the point, she's also going through a picky eater phase. Aiden is the bio son of Sam and Robert and is 4 years old. Aiden is a troublemaker but is also responsible when he wants to be.

This is Wilhelmina and Octavian, but they prefer Billie and Otto. They were named by their father, their mother Lizzie didn't like their names at first but grew to like them as time went on. Billie loves fantasy and often gets called a fantasy nerd by Otto. Billie can and will be dramatic. Billie isn't the smartest person but she can have her moments of brilliance when push comes to shove. Otto is a horror nerd, in particular he likes clown related horror, hence his costume. Otto likes seeing things go down hill if it doesn't hurt him, his friends or his family. Otto is quite smart for his age, often the one making the action plan for capturing whatever Auggie summons if it breaks loose and posseses someone (which it often does). Otto holds the title of scariest kid in the friend group. Billie and Otto are both 7 years old.

[cloudysunflowr]

¡¡HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

The spooky month is coming to a close (I can hear Mariah Carey chipping out the ice) but the spooky content never truly ends hehe

Anywho~

The sillies! Dressed up as Lock, Shock, and Barrel ^^ I might make actual Welcome Home in universe costumes along with winter and sleepy wear~ haha!

Happy spooks!!

[zipitmythicalsunset]

ITS THE SPOOKY DAY!

Have been wanting to do a halloween special with the SF cast, so after WAYYY too long, i can say i actually kinda like this piece!

Have a happy halloween folks!

Anndddd theres all the characters

Whisper (bakery otter) by @antagonistickool-aid

Nora (colorful moth) and Aiden (vampire) by @lazulli-blue

Bettle (werewolf) by @crow-with-a-pencil

X.G (witch) by me

Smol kraken eclipse (jack sparrow) and Finnick (Ghost rider, he set himself on fire lol) by @intistone

Carrie (scarecrow) by {redacted - do not expect to see this character again}

Vipera (banshee) by @darklighthedgehog

Carol (pastel patchwork teddy) and Eleanor (frankensteins monster thing) by me

Kira (little shit at the window), Yamitsuki (Creepy moth, shes afraid of cicadas), and Gin (oversized cicada, hes afraid of moths) all by @yamitsuki-devillie

Bloo (jack o lantern lewis) by @bloo-the-dragon

Cici (clown jester gremlin) by @holly-rose12

Oh and obviously the cats. They are also @yamitsuki-devillie little babies simba and rat :)

Have a good day/night and a spoopy halloween!

*falls into the void*

[richincolor]

Hispanic Heritage Month: The Spooky Version

Since it's spooky season and also Hispanic Heritage Month, I thought I'd highlight a few thriller/mystery/horror books by Hispanic authors that have come out recently. I haven't had a chance to read all of these books yet (my TBR list is long) but I'm looking forward to getting scared by these wonderful authors. Check out my review of "They Thought They Buried Us" on Nov. 1. 

They Thought They Buried Us by NoNieqa Ramos

Horror fan and aspiring film director Yuiza gets a scholarship to a prestigious boarding school. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg. As one of the few students of color at Our Lady of Perpetual Mercy, Yuiza immediately feels out of place. A brutal work-study schedule makes it impossible to keep up with the actual classes. Every expense, from textbooks to laundry, puts Yuiza into debt. And the behavior of students and faculty is… unsettling. Yuiza starts having disturbing dreams about the school’s past and discovers clues about the fate of other scholarship students. It’ll take all Yuiza’s knowledge of the horror genre to escape from Our Lady’s grasp.

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Flawless Girls by Anna-Marie McLemore

The Soler sisters are infamous in polite society—brazen, rebellious, and raised by their fashionable grandmother who couldn’t care less about which fork goes where. But their grandmother also knows the standards that two Latina young ladies will be held to, so she secures them two coveted places at the Alarie House, a prominent finishing school that turns out first ladies, princesses, and socialites. Younger sister Isla is back home within a day. She refuses to become one of the eerily sweet Alarie girls in their prim white dresses. Older sister Renata stays. When she returns months later, she’s unfailingly pleasant, unnervingly polite, and, Isla discovers, possibly murderous. And the same night she returns home, she vanishes. As their grandmother uses every connection she has to find Renata, Isla re-enrolls, intent on finding out what happened to her sister. But the Alarie House is as exacting as it is opulent. It won’t give up its secrets easily, and neither will a mysterious, conniving girl who’s either controlling the house, or carrying out its deadly orders.

Lucha of the Night Forest by Tehlor Kay Mejia

A scorned god. A mysterious acolyte. A forgetting drug. A dangerous forest. One girl caught between the freedom she always wanted and a sister she can't bear to leave behind. Under the cover of the Night Forest, will Lucha be able to step into her own power...or will she be consumed by it? This gorgeous and fast-paced fantasy novel from acclaimed author Tehlor Kay Mejia is brimming with adventure, peril, romance, and family bonds--and asks what it means for a teen girl to become fully herself.

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

Yadriel has summoned a ghost, and now he can’t get rid of him. When his traditional Latinx family has problems accepting his gender, Yadriel becomes determined to prove himself a real brujo. With the help of his cousin and best friend Maritza, he performs the ritual himself, and then sets out to find the ghost of his murdered cousin and set it free. However, the ghost he summons is actually Julian Diaz, the school’s resident bad boy, and Julian is not about to go quietly into death. He’s determined to find out what happened and tie up some loose ends before he leaves. Left with no choice, Yadriel agrees to help Julian, so that they can both get what they want. But the longer Yadriel spends with Julian, the less he wants to let him leave.

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[pledwdy20]

I found this old oc named Max and Jack from Spooky month oc, so I changed it and I added Lonny and Aiden

So jack and Max were a little bit old but I changed it to the Design of them (btw it was in the notebook when I drew them.. and then.. I burned it.. when I was young) and my other OCs are new.. so enjoy my drawings if you want..

[lunasilverpelt]

HI LIST OF NAMES AND OTHER. STUFF.

Misc. stuff first.

I'm uh nonbinary and use all pronouns. Also panromantic asexual. Yea.

Might be reblogging some Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss posts. I overall enjoy the series..es but completely understand the criticisms, I will be tagging every post with the series names so yall can block the tag. I'm open to discussion of criticism as long as you ain't straight up like attacking me lol.

SIDE BLOGS (that I actually sometimes use)

@the-rayman-show Fake Rayman CLH roleplay blog

@gardenview-hotel DOORS-inspired Dandy's World Hotel AU story and ask blog*

@cherry-grave In character blog for a reverse version of Lydia from Beetlejuice The Musical

This list will constantly update

NAMES!!! (* for common ones)

Luna* (My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic)

Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic)

Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic)

Discord (My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic)

Derpy Hooves/Ditzy Doo (My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic)

Aiden (What my real name would've been if I was born AMAB)

Merlin (Name my dad suggested for my name if I was AMAB)

Jester (Haha yea)

Rat (My lil bro told me to put this on the list I'm gonna stab him :3c)

Fruity (Nickname from a friend)

Pam (A friend's nickname for me, also an oc or two)

Charles (I just like the name)

Prince (Also just like the name)

Benrey/Benry (Half-Life VR But The AI Is Self-Aware)

Tommy Coolatta (Half-Life VR But The AI Is Self-Aware)

Barney Calhoun (Half-Life)

Gordon Freeman (Half-Life)

Kaufmo* (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Jax (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Monster (Friday Night Funkin)

Boyfriend (Friday Night Funkin)

Theodore (A few things but mostly Pizza Tower)

Noise (Pizza Tower)

Pizzano (Sugary Spire)

Oswald (A few things. Primarily my Pizzahead interp. and Oswald The Lucky Rabbit)

Bon (The Walten Files)

Mortality (The Walten Files)

Pumpkin Rabbit (The Walten Files)

Funtime Freddy (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Clemens (Old headcanon name for the Crying Child from Five Nights At Freddy's)

BonBon (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Spring Bonnie (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Pitbon (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Sonic The Hedgehog (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Miles "Tails" Prower (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Anti Sonic The Hedgehog (Sonic The Hedgehog/Archie Comics)

Super "Fleetway" Sonic (Sonic The Comic/Fleetway Comics)

Garfield (Garfield)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield)

Odie (Garfield)

Kevin McCallister (Home Alone)

Marx (Kirby)

Jevil (Deltarune)

Spamton (Deltarune)

Berdly (Deltarune)

Kris (Deltarune)

Petaly (Fan-made Deltarune secret boss)

Flowey (Undertale)

Adam* (Hazbin Hotel)

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)

Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

Mammon (Helluva Boss)

Dexter (Spooky Month)

Skid (Spooky Month)

Shotgun Man/Sam [Headcanon name] (Sr Pelo)

Rayman* (Rayman)

Raymesis (Rayman)

Fake Rayman (Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix)

Ramon (Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix)

Paper Mario (Paper Mario)

Luigi (Super Mario)

Doopliss (Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door)

Eustace Winner/Sebastian Debeste (Miles Edgeworth Ace Attorney Investigations 2: Prosecutor's Gambit)

Simeon Saint/Simon Keyes (Miles Edgeworth Ace Attorney Investigations 2: Prosecutor's Gambit)

Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls)

Dewey Finn/"Mr. Schneebly" [false name]* (School Of Rock)

Lawrence Betelgeuse "Beetlejuice" Shogoth (Beetlejuice/Betelgeuse)

Pom (Pikmin)

Roger Rabbit (Who Framed Roger Rabbit)

Joka* (Klonoa)

Gourmet (MAGO)

[kestrellady]

October 2024 Reading Wrap Up

Stand Out Books from October Stories to Keep you Alive Despite Vampires by Ben Acker I've loved the Thrilling Adventure Hour for a while (particularly the spooky Beyond Belief) so I was excited to see this book from one of the writers for the show. It did not disappoint! I loved this collection of interconnected short stories. Some are funny, some genuinely scary, and the stories kind of circle back around, so characters and stories keep coming back in new ways.

The Other Side of Midnight by Simone St. James I love the era where people attempted to make studying the occult and supernatural scientific, especially when it runs up against the real paranormal! I loved the characters and the setting of this one and am looking forward to reading more of St. James' books.

Hi Honey, I'm Homo! by Matt Baume This is a great overview of queer and TV history and how they reflect and influence each other. It was super easy to ready and, as a 90s kid, made me reflect on how much has changed even in my lifetime.

What I'm Reading Now I'm in the fourth book of Lindsay Buroker's A Witch in Wolf Wood series, and as always, I'm loving it. (If I had a nickel for every one of her protagonists that offer to make someone's business more organized and efficient in return for something they need, I'd have TWO nickels! There's a reason I love her books.) Dracula Daily is ending this month and here's hoping that I can get my husband caught up not too long after it finishes (we're still stuck on October 3rd in Re:Dracula). I'm also reading Wasteland: The Great War and the Origins of Modern Horror by W. Scott Poole, and so far my favorite thing is how aggravated he is at people who dismiss genre fiction.

What I'm Looking Forward to in November I finally just got The Bound Worlds back from the library so I'm excited to finally finish that. But also, SO MANY books just came in from the library. I've got Episode Thirteen, which I hope will give me more of those great occult research vibes, Ilona Andrews' newest Sanctuary, which is set in the same world as the Kate Daniels series, and Swordcrossed, Freya Marske's newest. I also picked up The Wood at Midwinter, Susanna Clarke's new illustrated novella set in the world of Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, on a recent trip. And I've got several other new releases on hold! My up next list is way too long right now, lol.

Reading Challenges I'm on track for my Book Riot Read Harder challenge! I guess I'm actually sort of ahead, since 24. is always Pick a Challenge from a Previous Year, and I just pick a favorite book and find something to fit. The one that's going to be really difficult is 14. Read a book by an author with an upcoming event and then attend that event. The Texas Book Festival is in a couple weeks, so I've been looking to see if there's something there I can do, and actually Aiden Thomas will be there, so then I'd get to use both books in the Sunbearer Duology for prompts.

[lucifitzgerald]

Luci loves that people around here are tight-knit. She’s hoping to build her own sense of community and friendship the same way. She has a ways to go, of course, but she already knows she’s made the right decision to be in Rose Lake. So she kinda grins when Kat says Aiden and Rob are stuck with her. That’s sweet. 

“That’s great,” She chuckles. “Aiden seems like a good egg. I mean; I’m just getting to know him, but he’s been nice right off the bat. Since I visited a month ago, actually.” 

She licks her lips, picking up her lemonade from before and taking a sip. “Actually, the basement /is/ kinda spooky.” She grins. “It’s not finished, dark, strange noises—so I can definitely see it.” 

lucifitzgerald​:

Luci curls her hair around her ear, nodding a bit as she takes a look at her house. She wants to really improve the back more than anything—maybe get a patio? Something that faces the woods and makes it feel more welcome back there. But honestly?

“It was a steal, I think. Mostly because people thought it was haunted.” She snickers, “But that kind of excited me, not gonna lie.” She grins, leaning against the counter. She puts her chin in the palm of her hand,

“Have you lived here your whole life? Know Aiden and his family?” 

Kat laughs softly. “I’d really love to know where there haunted rumour came from but everyone says it’s haunted!” She says with a grin. “Doesn’t seem too bad, is the basement scary?”

She walks over to the window to look out, so pretty with the trees and the sunlight coming through. Kat turns back around and nods. “Oh yeah, born in the same hospital as everyone else,” she laughs softly, although it is more upgraded now there, added on an extension. 

“I’ve known him and Rob since we were in kindergarten,” she tells Luci. “So basically they’re stuck with me forever.”

[taniareads]

Latine bookshelf 💀

[oneoftheprettynerds]

Just My Type: Dark!Steve x Reader (Mob AU)

Chapter 2 in the Lipstick and Crayons Series.

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Darkside

Main Masterlist

A/N: This chapter is 2K words more than the last chapter and I’ve second guessed every single line in this one. This story is getting a lot of traction guys and I’m equal parts happy and scared. Thank you for the nice comments, they do encourage me. Also I’m just ranting feel free to skip this note haha. Your support in any form: like, comment or reblog is appreciated greatly. Also you can dm if you want to be friends, God knows I need those. Hopefully, this chap was worth the wait. Also, I made a poster for this on the main masterlist so check that out, it might be foreshadowing dome plot.

Warning: Eventual Non-Con, Sickening Threats, Mob Themes, Violence, Death, Manipulation, a mild mental breakdown, Cheap Tricks later.

Genres + Characters: Mob AU, Single Parents AU, Steve Rogers x Reader.

Summary: Steve can't ever repay you for what you did. After meeting you, Steve believes his broken family is the missing piece in the puzzle of your own wrecked one. Indebting the crime lord to you has been the biggest mistake of your life, cause now you can't get rid of him, no matter what. Loyalty and favours go a long way in the mob.

Chapter 2: Just My Type

It had almost been a week since the incident and you had barely gotten a wink of sleep. When you drove back to your house that night, Steve surprisingly didn’t argue as you had expected. After that friend of his whispered something in his ears, you only assumed he was needed elsewhere and you couldn’t be more thankful for that. They escorted you to your car and Steve thanked you with a strained smile, words genuine but eyes calculating. You didn’t even wonder what went inside his head. You were thankful for the peace and quiet of your own car, content to just get out of the area and into your humble abode.

After you put the already asleep Grace to bed, you couldn’t bring yourself to get out of her room. You just sat on the floor beside the bed, hand intertwined with hers as you rested your head beside her tummy on the mattress.

Your adrenaline wore off and your limbs ached as your thoughts finally settled into place, the gravity of the catastrophe a few hours prior hitting you. Tears made their way down your cheeks as you realized that you both could have very well died tonight.

One bullet could have sealed each of your lives and you were basically defenseless had Steve not saved you against the creeping assaulter. You couldn’t commend yourself for even defending yourself against one attacker, the guilt of killing someone harboring in your tired head. Your quiet whimpers eventually wore you out, while Grace’s shallow breaths lulled you to sleep.

You didn’t manage to sleep for long though, every time your eyes closed, horrific images flashed in your mind. A blood curdling scream here, heaps of dead bodies there, with distant exploding sounds all around. You could see men clad in black holding guns to Grace’s head and whensoever you woke up, you just wondered how much more creative your mind could get, making these visuals so realistic.

When 8 AM rolled in, you didn’t wake Grace up even though it was Monday and you had work. You got up, changed into a long tee after a shower and called your office and then her daycare. You knew you would have a hard time going back to your normal life, to become trusting enough to leave her alone.

Your assumption about yourself was right. You took almost the entire week off, which your boss generously allowed you to after hearing your traumatic experience, which soon made the city news headlines. All your colleagues checked on you, almost once in the five day break you took, and sweetly enough offered to bring you anything you needed.

It was kind of them, but none of them could bring you what your heart genuinely craved: peace and assurance that you and Grace would be safe.

Even though Saturdays were off, you did go to work to see what you missed and where to start on again. You went in because you knew that the random spurt of resolution you got in the bathroom to collect your life, wouldn’t last.

To ease back into your normal life, you gathered your guts, called a babysitter and left home. You couldn’t bring yourself to leave Grace at the daycare just yet. One of your good friends offered to come in to the office and help you, even on the weekend and you were quite grateful to him.

When you both decided to take lunch in the nearby dining place, you both got to talking, the conversation obviously originating from ‘How have you been?’ and ‘Is Grace okay?’. You reminisced about how you used a photobooth to hide, grotesquely and uncomfortably chuckling when you remembered Sarah calling you her mom and how her dad saved you all.

You deliberately left the part where you killed someone and Steve shot someone too. You hadn’t come to terms with it yet and you stiffly restricted your mind whenever it tried to go down that lane.

He sensed how the conversation was becoming tense and distressing for you and briskly redirected the topic.

“I hope the dad was hot though?” He wiggled his eyes creepily and you snorted at his vulgarity, light for the first time in days.

“He was easy on the eyes; I will admit that.” You played along, recalling your girlfriends and how you used to ogle people.

“Don’t be a homewrecker though, I don’t support cheating.” He said nonchalantly, checking his phone as a notification bell rang off.

“He’s a widower.”

His eyes snapped up and met yours as his head tilted in confusion. “That’s a strange fact to know about someone you met for a few minutes.”

Steve’s even stranger comment about his dead wife popped in your mind and before you could stop yourself, you blurted that out as well.

“He even said and I quote, ‘She deserved what she got.’” He put his phone down, weirdly amused.

“Ooh Creepy! Do you think he is one of those husbands who kill their wives and bury them in the backyard? The podcasts always say that the psychopaths are visually handsome and charming. And his statement was quite vague and spooky.” He continued munching, and you felt that now Aiden was really paying attention unlike before.

“Steve did have a gun while searching for Sarah, come to think of it.” You drank your tea and awaited his response. What you did not expect was his eyes to widen and worry to cloud his features.

“Um Widower Steve with a toddler Sarah? At the place where The Vices attacked?” He mumbled, grabbing his phone and doing God knows what on it. Your eyebrows furrowed and before you could ask him what was up with his antics, he resumed.

“This is a long shot but I really hope your Steve didn’t look like this.” He positioned the phone in your vision, and you could already tell it was Steve by the sapphire blue of his eyes piercing through the screen into your soul. The picture was a month or two old, his hair was much longer when you met him than in the photo.

“This is him.” Your eyes met Aiden’s and worry visibly took over his features as his forehead creased and jaw tense.

He looked around the restaurant, finding it empty in the afternoon. He leaned and whispered, “This Steve of yours is dangerous.”

You interrupted Aiden, even though you already knew Steve was, the sight of his armed men still fresh in your head, and inquired, “Why do you say so?”

“It’s just like the fictional stories we hear from our parents, except here, in this city of ours, every myth holds true. There are really powerful men, untouchable by law, who reign the city silently and live luxuriously. Every shady, under the table deal you’ve heard of, transpires. Illegal trades, fraud schemes and bounty hunters are not fictional, they exist here. These men kill whatever hinders them and trust me, you don’t want to be the deer caught in their Jaguar’s headlights.”

Ice froze in your veins again, resembling the fear you felt that night but now because of your deemed ‘savior’. You convinced yourself that you had not wronged him in any way, instead had saved his daughter’s life.

“Are you in contact with him? If you are, distance yourself cleverly, don't block him immediately.”

“No, we just parted ways near my car, he thanked me for Sarah and was called away. It’s almost been a week and he hasn’t reached out if that’s what you mean. We didn’t exchange contacts and I don’t think I even told him my full name.” You explained yourself as if you were on the witness stand in court, trying to convince yourself more than Aiden.

“Pray that he doesn’t remember you more than that, if at all. I’m being totally honest here in telling you this, I’m genuinely worried for you and Grace. You are smart but he is powerful. He has unimaginable resources and if you become more than a speck of dust on his windshield, you are screwed. There is no exaggeration here.” You took his words to your heart and swore to be careful, if not for yourself then for Grace.

The rest of the day went by and you found yourself dwelling on and worrying about Aiden’s words. At least he put it out there as it was. Heeding his advice, you did google Steve on your phone, finally finding him in the topmost news headline when you added ‘Buck’ in the search bar as well.

‘With 38 lawsuits pending against businessman Steve Rogers, the filers have lost all hope in prosecuting him. All cases are being drawn out for indefinite periods of time by the Chief Justice Bruce……’

Aiden was right.

Businessmen was code for illegal mob heads. Cases being stretched on meant he was, in fact, invincible, at least to the common man’s fists.

You flickered through several titles, each one more surprising than the last. He was believed to be involved in the carnival attack, alleged for three hit and run cases that he didn’t lose but the witnesses swore they saw him driving and was also rumored to have brought in quintals of drugs just last week, but the packets just evaporated into thin air and there was no proof of their existence in the first place even on incessant searching.

Every crime of his made you shudder and you mentally thanked Aiden for pulling you out of your oblivion. Your mind raced and heart palpated and you cursed yourself for being so drastically unaware even after living here for almost four years. Technically speaking, Steve and you were even, him saving your life and you saving his daughter’s. No logical reason came to your mind for him contacting you ever.

You wished as Aiden said and assured yourself that your paths would never cross again, Steve not having reached out in a week, so hopefully never again.

That thought went out the window when you reached home to find a box awaiting you. Hannah, the babysitter you had called, informed you it came around 5 in the evening and was exclusively to be opened by you today.

Your mind raced as you paid the babysitter, your hands sweaty as you tried not to think about the gift and its sender. There was an apparently clear answer to who mailed it but you refused to accept that, courtesy of Aiden.

The box was of the height of Grace, it was black with red hearts painted across it; some red roses also sparingly adorned it. You opened the lid and found tons of red tissues and a multi-flower bouquet adorned with mostly red roses and a few purple and pink flowers.

Because of your frequent gardening in your backyard, you knew all the flowers’ meanings. To sum it all up, red flowers, especially roses were used for courting someone. Pink meant admiration, purple for beauty and you knew the ‘violet’ flowers were for loyalty.

As your nerves increased tenfold, you willed yourself to get it over with and empty out the box first, ignoring the little card in your bouquet, saving the ‘best’ for last. You find a mini bouquet inside but unlike yours, it had chocolates of every kind. You did read its card and cringed when it was for Grace, bothered not by the deed but by the doer.    

Further inside were some animal plushies, face masks, perfumes, scented body lotions and shampoos. Your head hurt thinking about the ‘single mother care package’ delivered to you by someone you refused to acknowledge.

As Grace sat in her playpen occupied, you dared to pick your card and read its message, your heart beating unrealistically fast for someone who refused to accept the cruciality of her situation.

~

I can’t thank you enough in this lifetime for saving my little princess. The gift of your help is more than anything money could ever buy for me. Please accept this invitation of mine for dinner tomorrow night, 7PM at La Bonne Nuit, as a symbol of my sincere gratitude for everything you’ve done. I’ll gets the kids covered and pick you up, you just be ready and look as amazing you always do.                                                                                           Sincerely,                                                                      Steve Rogers

                                                                                            ~

You stilled as you read it over and over again.

An invitation, your ass. Even in writing his authority portrayed, there was no question and hope for you coming, he just stated that you’d come. Looking pretty as always? You just met him once, in the middle of a calamity, covered in dirt and blood.

All the red roses and gifts screamed his romantic interest but you illusioned yourself into thinking they meant gratitude. You wouldn’t be able to digest it all otherwise.

Knowing what you knew now about Steve, you understood there was no denying the dinner tomorrow. You had to get out of his clutches and distance yourself, but as Aiden had so rightfully said, cleverly.

That night you laid in bed mulling over your next course of actions. You had called the gift shop to return the unwarranted presents you received but they said it was non refundable and anonymous to trace. You bitterly snorted in their face, they put a card with Steve’s name on it for heaven’s sake!

You didn’t flinch even when you realized you never gave Steve your address, neither for mailing stuff nor for picking you up. There was no number given to call him and thank or to call him and deny. The bastard had planned it all out, and you felt like you were driving in a one way lane, going deeper into the tunnel. Somewhere among your all-relentless fretting, you managed to finally sleep.

 When the doorbell rang, your eyebrows furrowed. It was just 6 PM and you weren’t expecting anybody else except for Steve. You had already begun getting ready, having developed a habit of keeping an extra margin of time now having a toddler. You still had to assemble Grace’s essential backpack, fill it with her meds and bottles.

While still putting on your diamond earring, you made your way to the door, unlocking it to find a redhead grinning at you. Before you could interact with her, a small body clung to your legs and you looked down to find the azure eyed kid that put you in this mess, Sarah, smiling up at you.

“Mama! You look pwetty!” She looked up in awe and now aware that she didn’t have a mother, you were even more so coerced into accepting this title rather than telling the kid that 'you are semi orphaned'.

“I’m Wanda, Sarah’s nanny. Mr. Rogers told me to pick her friend, Grace, up for the night?” So, this was what Steve meant. Bringing Sarah was proof enough of her legitimacy, but behind her you saw ‘Buck’ salute you from the driver’s seat of the black car. One of these days, you needed to learn his real name.

You invited Wanda inside and Sarah ran to Grace immediately, grabbing and whining while asking Grace to give her some popcorn she was munching on, her fist generously full.

In your open plan kitchen, you grabbed two plastic bowls, filled them with each with the tub of popcorn that sat in the microwave and handed each toddler one, fortunately quietening Sarah. Sarah obeyed Grace, in first thanking you, their ‘mama’ and then following her to her open playpen.

You faced Wanda again who sat on a barstool and kept on beaming. If your annoyance at her amusement showed, she sure didn’t let it falter the smile.

“Mr. Rogers told me you’d worry about your daughter, but I assure you she’d be in more than capable hands.” All you could focus on was how self-reassured she was. “I’ve served him for almost two years, the last family I served, I was there for 8 years and before them, I was employed for 3. I know the general bedtime and snacks, all I need from you is information about her allergies.”

You nodded and told her about Grace, her meds and what all you packed. When you got to know that her family owned the daycare Grace went to, you were finally somewhat convinced. After seeing them off, it was about fifteen minutes later, that the devil disguised in Prada showed up at your door.

You grabbed your purse and your keys. Wiping your sweaty palms on your dress, you opened the door. Steve stood there, a smirk lodging on his handsome face. His blue, three-piece suit perfectly paired with his cerulean eyes was impressive to say the least.

He was dressed to kill, and it appeared as if you were his first victim.

As your eyes took him in from top to bottom, his did the same lazily, taking their time, resting at certain places for longer period than others.

“You look stunning.”

You knew you did. You wore one of your more expensive dresses when you found out La Bonne Nuit to be one of the few seven-star hotels in the country. In hindsight, if you’d have dressed worse, maybe he’d have left you alone.

“Thank you.”

“Shall we?” He offered you his hand and you obliged with your palm in his. Your other hand pulled the doorknob while you stepped out, all alarms already set-in place. He waited while you locked and put the keys in and when you were done, with a soft kiss along your knuckles, he pulled you along.

The act surprised you, your stomach turning and your gut wrenching and you wondered if you’d be able to process the food after all, with your upset digestive system.

Like a proper gentleman, he opened the door for you and when you settled, he took his position at the driver’s seat. The silence was painful for you, your overthinking finally filling ideas in your head that you avoided contemplating about all day, focusing on Grace.

He was relaxed though; his humming was proof enough.

Mid way through, your thoughts were rudely interrupted when a hand housed itself on your knee. You glanced to find Steve’s palm slightly rubbing your knee. If it was meant to be assuring, you certainly didn’t feel like it.

You frowned and looked up to Steve who still had the arrogant smirk on his face, eyes straight ahead on the road, giving no indication of his inappropriate touching.

You wanted to swat his hand away but a brainwave dashed through your head and a disturbing thought made you halt, that whether he carried guns to restaurants as well, since carnivals were no big deal.

You ignored his hand and continued looking outside, pretending to ignore it as well as he did. Your scowl was a huge giveaway though.

You didn’t know that, but when your eyes found their way out, his finally rested on your face, the smirk growing even more.

Thankfully, apart from the incongruous touching, the dinner went okay-ish. The food and wine were impeccable, perfect even, the restaurant on the hotel’s top floors was so picturesque. You tried to savor your one-time experience there, knowing you’d no way be able to come back there.

Well, you tried to relish as much as you could while your mind still sat there, wary of the human in front of you. If you’d ignore your journey here, Steve was nothing short of a true gentleman, often making you wonder if you had imagined his hand on you.

This ‘friendly’ date you were having was probably one of the best you have had, he had left no expenses. He appeared to be interested in your work, about your childhood and about Grace’s but you swiftly avoided his questions about her father. He was growing a tad bit too comfortable for your liking and you still refused to entertain the idea that this was a ‘date’ date.

When you were finally onto dessert, the last course of your meal, your table was shadowed by the broad frame of a brunette and his date. He clapped Steve’s shoulder and Steve rose to hug him, you awkwardly smiled.

“It’s been far too long since you’ve been here, Cap. Why don’t you and your gorgeous date stop by my penthouse for a bit? We could finally go over the papers you sent me, in person?” He winked, they discussed something more and then went away, his date bowing and trailing after him as well.

Steve claimed his seat again, and finally told you about the interrupter. “That was my good friend, Tony Stark, always in a hurry. I’ll introduce you to him when we meet him later.”

“I think I’ll be heading home; you need not worry about my introduction, I hardly think we’ll ever run into each other again.” His eyes narrowed and you clarified, “Me and Mr. Stark, I meant.”

That’s good, don’t associate yourself with more of his kind.

“He was so kind in inviting you though, it would be rude to refuse.”

“It’s already late, Steve. And I’ve never left Grace alone for a night yet. What if she’s antsy? What if she is bothered? What if she feels unsafe? She's only used to very few people, and after last week, I-” You had started the sentence hoping to use Grace as an excuse but every word of yours succeeded in making you more apprehensive.

The carnival night flashed in your mind, along with the nightmares and you started panicking even more. Your hands clammy, your dessert spoon fell in your lap as sought your phone in your purse, hoping to call Wanda for an update. You felt like a terrible mother, who left her child with a stranger, only a week after she suffered trauma, just to go on a date with a mobster.

Steve reached across the table and grabbed your fidgety hands and as you wriggled to get your hands free, he softly called your name. Voice stern but vocals gentle. Your blurry eyes snapped to meet his while he guided you to breathe deeply, in and out.

His firm hold convinced you to listen to him, you’d never free yourself of them otherwise.

When you had calmed a bit, he withdrew his hands and fetched his phone. Your thoughts slowed down, and you wondered if anyone here was judging you. Your little scene, mercifully, went unnoticed by the other affluent people dining here.

Steve handed you his phone where four colored frames rested, the screen showing you Grace and Sarah cuddled in a frilly, pink four poster where Wanda sat too, her lips moving.

The feed was live and the screen muted, both the toddlers’ eyes fluttering close slowly, on the bridge of sleep.

You handed the phone back to Steve and drank your water while he rubbed circles on the back of one of your hands. You never freaked out like you did right now, always collected and never giving into anxiety. What had happened to you?

Well, In your defense, you had never experienced a disaster either.

“The kids are safe; I’m never putting either of them in harm’s way ever again.”

Your mind did catch the plural in his statement but you promised yourself you would not let it get that far and continued drinking your water, emptying the entire glass.

“The HD image you just saw was by cameras Tony recently developed. His technology is amazing, I’ll take you to his lab sometime.” You appreciated his attempt to redirect the topic but you also focused on how tech-savvy his friends were as well.

You hummed and agreed, trying to be ambiguous with your answer.

When you finished your dessert, you hoped he’d forget about his ‘friend’ Tony but to no avail.

“His penthouse is two floors above. He owns this hotel as well in case you didn’t notice.” He led you to the elevator as you recalled the Starks Group logo you saw earlier sometime.

Some AI named Jarvis opened the elevator doors for you in the living room of Tony’s penthouse. It was even more magnificent than the restaurant earlier, the place illuminated by several hues of different colours. Steve chuckled and strung you along, introducing you to a ginger-head named Pepper, who was Tony’s date earlier and went to search for his acquaintance.

She offered you wine but you politely declined, opting for water instead. She brought your glass to you from the extravagant kitchen and you both sat on the barstool there instead of the living room. Too anxious to say the wrong thing, you stayed quiet until her voice filled the deafening silence.

“So, Steve almost never brings dates around. You two serious?” She questioned, leaning towards you, waiting for some gossip, no doubt.

“Oh no! We aren’t dating. He just invited me for a friendly dinner. We merely met the other week.” You deliberately left out the part where there was bombing by crime families and attack on the common man.

“Honey, in the mob life, you don’t just introduce random people to the fam.”

Oh, she wasn’t being shy about the whole mob ordeal. It seemed weird to hear it from her, since you and Steve hadn’t used the word yet. Maybe he figured you already knew considering the circumstances you met in or how famous he was.

“We really aren’t romantically involved. This dinner was just a gesture of gratitude if I’m being truthful.”

She chuckled, as if you were a kid making stories and quizzed, “Gratitude for what?”

You trapped yourself into that one. You didn’t know how to answer her and your brain downright blanked. Surprisingly,, Steve came to your rescue and two voices interposed your conversation.

Steve called your name and as you turned to the men, he continued, “She’s the one who saved Sarah the other night. You know the story, Wilson probably got it printed.”

“Impressive, really. Hey, I’m Tony and I see you’ve already met Pepper, my fiancée.” He shook your hand and kissed your knuckles, much like Steve did earlier in the day. You bowed, smiled and mumbled a ‘nice to meet you as well’. They escorted you to the elevator and Tony continued.

“Well, it’s not everyday Steve brings brave and extraordinarily attractive women around. Welcome to the family, sweetie. She’s a keeper, Cap.” He winked while saying the last sentence and before you could correct him, Steve ushered you inside the elevator, bro-hugging him. As the doors closed, Pepper winked at you from behind Tony and a shudder ran through you.

Okay you had to make it clear, get on the same page.

As the elevator music filled the silence, you started, “Steve, look we aren’t-”, “I served in the army, that’s why Tony calls me Cap, short for captain.” And crudely got interrupted.

“I never wanted to get into the army, I thought people were fools to sacrifice the one life they got. But I went to make my mother’s dream a reality, I really loved her, you know? Sarah is named after her, my mother.”

His voice broke at the end and as much as you wanted to redirect onto your former topic, you couldn’t. This amiability of yours would be the death of you.

“She died alone in her bed; I was dispatched too far away to even make it back for her funeral.” He mumbled but you heard him clear as a sunny day, and he leaned back onto the wall for support while you awkwardly rubbed his shoulder to return the support he provided earlier during your mental breakdown.

He closed his eyes and gathered himself, taking deep breaths. As the elevator dinged, his eyes opened and he gave you a strained smile.  

The car ride to his mansion was painfully silent, his mind too sidetracked to focus on harassing you again. With all that you went through today, you almost forgot about that.

His mansion was enormous, twenty guards stood outside and even more patrolled the lawn. He took you inside his house, the interior even more detailed and scenic than Tony’s temporary residence.

You just concentrated on swiftly getting Grace and Uber-ing back. As Steve showed you earlier, Grace and Sarah hugged and slept and it was a meticulous task to untangle their limbs without waking either of them up andnd get Grace with her back-pack. You thanked Wanda on the way out, hoping to avoid Steve but somehow he stood outside before you, leaning on his sleek black car. He opened the door for you before you could refuse the ride. You settled with Grace in the backseat itself, trying to be smart.

He just summoned one of his guards to drive and sat alongside you in the back. You didn’t let the annoyance at his clinginess show though. You just focused on Grace who drooled over your shoulder.

Hopefully, there won’t be any point of exposure to him ever again, your circles didn’t match, both social and professional. Your Venn diagrams didn’t overlap anywhere. This should be reason enough to avoid meeting ever again.

He didn’t try anything even this ride around. You doubted it was hardly because of the toddler or because of the driver. He did as he pleased, if he wanted to he could very well grope you. Luckily, he wasn't in the mood.

When you reached your dwelling, you stepped out hastily, thanking him in a whisper. You fumbled to get your keys out, but since everything you held slowed you down, he caught up with you without even trying.

He took and held Grace’s bag while you drew the keys out, Grace still on your hip. He handed you the bag back, “So this is it, I guess?”

“Yeah, tonight was a total delight. Thanks for the dinner and everything, really.” You put up your best façade, hoping to convince him.

“It was, thanks to you. The company matters the most.”

You awkwardly chuckled and you sensed him leaning in, his eyes flickering shut. Your eyes closed as you turned your head to avoid him, so that his lips would peck your cheek.

They never came.

Your eyes opened to find his and he chuckled, leaning in once again swiftly, catching you off guard this time. He didn’t meet your lips though, he kissed the corner of your mouth, lips overlapping for a fraction of skin.

“In due time, baby.” He stepped back and strolled to his car leisurely, content in his own world.

You opened your door and slammed it shut, the peck feeling wrong on so many levels. It felt more sensual than a lover’s kiss, leaving room for intimacy and longing.

Your thoughts ran a hundred kilometers an hour, the most absurd but nauseatingly true being, this was a date and it was not your last encounter.

Steve smirked outside in his car, the dinner an absolute success in his opinion. Tonight just made him feel that you both were more than compatible for each other. You needing him during your mental breakdown, him relaxing under your shy touch, Tony’s approval, not that important though, and your anxiety for Grace was the best part, because he, more often than he’d like to admit, fussed about Sarah the same way, agonizing and fretting her well being.

A text lit up his black screen and his grin widened even more if possible.

‘The Stark cameras are up and working, Sir.’

[anorderanditsstone]

Just put of curiosity, What's your zodiac sign? And what do you think the sm crews zodiacs are?

Taurus is my sign, and conveniently the sign i can never spell correctly. Anyways these arent really my actual headcanons (dont have actual zodiac hcs), im just choosing what birth months i think fits the character

Under the cut because I may have gone over board with the list of characters

Jesse: Virgo. Early September, thinks autumn fits them

Lukas: Gemini. Early June, summer and spring fit him

Petra: Leo. Mid summer of July

Axel: Taurus. May, in between summer and spring

Olivia: Aquarius. Late January, almost February

Ivor: Aries. Early March, claims to hate being born in the spring

Soren: Gemini. Born in late May, gets into small debates with Ivor on how being born in the spring is not that bad

Gabriel: Taurus. Earlyish May

Magnus: Libra. October, wishes he was born in the spring or summer but says being born in the "spooky month" isn't so bad either

Ellegaard: Gemini. Early June, wishes she was born in early May just so she didn't have to be born in autumn like Magnus

Romeo: Aries. Late March, wishes he was born in autumn because of how pretty the season is

Fred: Taurus. Mid May, really likes his birth month and birth stone, emerald

Xara: Scorpio. Early November, enjoys how jealous Romeo is from her being born in autumn

Warden: Sagittarius. Late November, doesn't like his birth month, would prefer December or any of the other seasons. Did get attached to his birth stones though, topaz and citrine (apparently there's two?)

Binta: Pisces. Right before the 21st, adores her birth stone, aquamarine

Cam: Scorpio. Late October, likes autumn but prefers summer or spring

Soup: Aries. Late March

Val: Aries. Early April

Hadrien: Taurus. Late April fits him (would not want to share a zodiac or birth month with this man but gotta add a headcanon for him too)

Mevia: Gemini. Early June

Otto: Taurus. Mid May

Harper: Leo. Late August

Cassie: Aries. Early March, hates spring and summer, wishes she was born in October

Torquedawg: Gemini. Was very close to being born a Taurus

Aiden: Taurus. Mid May, finds summer cooler but doesn't mind spring

Maya: Cancer. Early July, would prefer a spring month but is alright with summer

Gill: Sagittarius. Late November, feels like the odd one out being born in autumn instead of a warmer season like summer or spring

Nell: Gemini. Mid June, loves her birth month because it's in the middle of summer

Emily: Aries. Early April (closeish to mid), favorite seasons are tied with summer and spring so is pretty alright with her birth month

Isa: Gemini. Late May, finds it fitting

Milo: Aquarius. Late February, also finds it fitting

Jack: Leo. Late August, likes summer

Nurm: Pisces. Early March, likes spring

Vos: Sagittarius. Late December, loved winter

Sammy: Cancer. Late June, loved summer

Radar: Gemini. Early June, wishes he could be born in May as he loves the name and birth stone

Stella: Sagittarius. Early December, would've greatly preferred a spring month but says she'll take the month with all the "special holidays" as she puts it

Lluna: Taurus. Late April, Stella adores her birth month and birth stone (diamond). Lluna seems to like it too

[halliwellauto]

Aiden looked over at him apologetically. Halloween was always a big thing for her. she loved doing anything she could to celebrate the holiday and spooky month. "Got it. I'm so sorry." She dumped the pumpkin guts in the trash and went to the sink. she used the dish soap to clean her hands and arms thoroughly. Once she was done, she went to dry them before showing them to Clint. "How's that?"

@halliwellauto liked for a fall starter

"Nope." The archer stood his ground in the doorway to the kitchen of Aiden's place, arms crossed over chest and brow furrowed in the middle in his defiance. "Put the pumpkin guts in the trash, wash your hands thoroughly, and then I will come in. Not a moment sooner, got it?"

[jaskierswolf]

You mentioned smutty prompts....

What about the Lambden pirates? Maybe when Aiden finally joins the ship and they finally stop pretending to be enemies? 🤷🏼‍♀️

😘😘😘🦐⚔️

Umm.... sooo... this isn’t actually smutty? I had plans, and then plot happened and so this is sort of pre-smut? But I hope you like it? Sorry Twink! Also as always this one is based in @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher‘s wonderful Swashbuckling AU.

Part 1, 2

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Lambert glanced around the harbour, looking for any rogue pirates from Aiden’s crew, or should he say former crew? It had taken months of moping around the Kaer Morhen before the Captain had taken him aside and told him in no uncertain terms to either convince Aiden to join, or to get off his ship. Lambert wasn’t entirely sure how serious the Captain’s threat had been but he had a home on the ship and he couldn’t imagine a better life, or a better crew so he’d taken it a face value. The next time he’d run into Aiden, he’d asked in the silence of their room at the inn, curled up together like any normal pair of lovers. He still wasn’t sure how Aiden had heard his question. He hadn’t exactly yelled it from the rooftops, too scared of the rejection that he had been so sure of. But Aiden had surprised him, the other pirate always seemed to manage that.

Aiden’s eyes caught his across the port and Lambert waved him down, giving him the all clear. He was always astounded by Aiden’s ability to disappear. One moment he’d been in clear sight and the next he’d melted into the shadows, as if he’d never been there. The Dyn Marv were skilled at stealth, pickpockets in the docks, robberies on the shores, creeping up the sides of ships and stealing the haul before the anyone could even raise the alarm. In and out, without getting caught, and Aiden was no exception. It was spooky and the pirate seemed to revel in startling Lambert as they played their game of rivals. Lambert would miss the games, he enjoyed the thrill of their sword fights, the looks on everyone’s faces as they brawled on the tavern floors, lips barely a breath apart, but to be able to see Aiden during the long months at sea… that was his new dream. A dream he hadn’t even realised was possible.

Unfortunately, Aiden’s captain was not one to let his First Mate go without a fight, so here they were, sneaking around the docks, making sure no one saw Aiden boarding the Kaer Morhen. Lambert had suggested making a show of taking Aiden prisoner but his idea had been shot down. The crew of the Dyn Marv would come after the Kaer Morhen, and Geralt would have him walk the plank. Lambert kept his hand on his sword, pirouetting as he surveyed the docks one last time before he turned to board his ship. There was a chill in the air, the wind whipping around the ends of his trousers and biting into his skin. The stars shone brightly down from the heavens, a map to pirates and merchants alike. Each constellation told a story, according to the half-siren who delighted in entertaining their crew each night. The cloudless nights were always a highlight of their time at sea. From the Kaer Morhen, the stars were absolutely stunning, and Lambert could often be found on deck, dreaming of the other worlds that they would never see. Jaskier’s tales brought the stars a little closer, weaving the songs he sang with siren’s magic until they were all relaxed and in good spirits.

Lambert just hoped Aiden would like it too. The pirate sighed and strolled onto the deck, his boots clicking against the boarding plank as he left the shore. The rest of the crew should already be on board, and he was hoping that Aiden had managed to sneak on from the docks. “The lover returns,” Jaskier’s melodic voice trilled down from the rigging. Lambert peered up at the half-siren, blue eyes almost glowing in the dark. “Successful trip?” Lambert grunted and lifted the hatch to head towards their sleeping quarters below deck, ignoring Jaskier’s prying ways. Geralt would probably have him on cooking duty as a result but, in all honesty, he couldn’t give a fuck. He was half-way to the hammocks that would be his home for the next few weeks at least, when he was pulled into the armoury. “What the fuck?” he managed to choke out as the cold edge of steel pressed against his throat. “You really need to sort out your security,” Aiden purred and Lambert felt his shoulders relax, an ache deep in his chest easing at the rich sound of the other pirate’s voice. “Kitten,” he breathed, even as the knife at his throat pressed a little harder. Aiden scoffed, “Seriously, Lamb? A rival pirate sneaks onto your ship without you, or any of your crew noticing… and you’re relieved?” “Relieved, and more than a little turned on.”

The knife was gone from his throat at an instant, but before he could move, the sharp tip of the blade tickled under his chin, forcing him to lift his head as Aiden swept round into view. “What am I going to do with you?” Lambert smirked, “Oh, I have a few ideas.” “Show me to my room, pirate,” Aiden’s lips brushed Lambert’s cheek, before he nipped at the skin beneath Lambert’s ear. He felt a warm shiver down his spine, the night might be like ice outside but Lambert had a feeling that he wouldn’t be cold, not tonight at least.

[aidensm8]

Hi Aiden!!

Happy spooky month!! I hope you’re doing well I miss you!

Sincerely your salty sunshine witchling 🌻✨🐝🧙🏻‍♀️

Happy spooky month to you too, sunshine witchling. I hope things have been well for you too óuò

[shakingshore]

uhhh for the made up fic title: filthy pride

a supernatural au where Aiden Hoynes is a successful politician by way of magic spells and/or possible deals with demons, and Hannah Baxter is the witch/creature who’s helping him. Of course, she asks for something in return. Her smile turns smug when she knows she has him under her spell.

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

[sordidsaovine]

Sordid Saovine - The Witcher Halloween Event

The event will take place during the whole month of October. 

The fics have to have a theme of monsters, ghosts, witches, or Halloween(Saovine) itself from all mediums of the witcher universe: the show, the books and the games.

We welcome: - all non-canon” ships and rare pairs; - all topics and genres: pure fluff, angst, $mut, horror, etc. 

We want to see your Geraskier fics/art, but also other pairings, or single-character stories/art in a scary/spooky/Halloween(Saovine) setting. Bring your best Aiden/Lambert, Geralt/Regis, Triss/Yennefer, etc. How about good-dad Geralt? Ciri battling inner (or real) demons? (Please, no underage shipping!)

Share with the world your art/fic about your favorite, or most hated/feared monster. Is it a striga, a werewolf, or maybe a wyvern or a gryffin?

We’re looking forward to seeing your art in any shape or form: painted, sculpted, crocheted, cosplayed, cross stitched, or any other!

There are no prompts in this challenge, so let your imagination soar. Collabs encouraged! 

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