#r writes

[redwhiteandroyalr]

Want You a Latte

Want You a Latte by hufflebibin_rwrb T | 1.2k No Warnings Apply | Coffee Shop AU | Crack | Barista Henry

Henry has been practicing his latte art hearts for two weeks. He thinks they’re coming along pretty well.

“Listen, I would absolutely love to participate in whatever barista mating ritual this is because you are like distractingly hot and I didn’t want to say anything while you were working because that’s not cool, but please, you’ve got to stop putting dicks on my lattes.”

Ok, maybe not.

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Or, Henry accidentally seduces Alex through phallic latte art.

(excerpt and full cover under the cut!)

Henry is decent at a great many things. He doesn’t think it’s being prideful to say so, just a fact. He’s got a lot of passable skills, several of them quite good, even. 

Latte art is not one of them. 

He’s been working at Z & S Café for eight months now and it took until three weeks ago for his flat whites to consistently come out with perfect circles on top. Hearts have been his new project for the past two weeks. They still come out at least a little wonky every time, but they’re miles better than they were when he started. Those — well, the less said about those the better. 

A sharp burst of laughter and the scrape of a chair being pushed roughly off the carpet and onto the tile shakes Henry from his distracted thoughts. He really needs to get more sleep. Sure, it’s midterms, but that doesn’t mean he should settle for an hour or two a night. At least four hours tonight , he pleads to the universe. Then he realizes who has walked up to the counter and knows the universe is spiting him. You could’ve just said no, he thinks. 

“Listen, I would absolutely love to participate in whatever barista mating ritual this is because you are like distractingly hot and I didn’t want to say anything while you were working because that’s not cool, but please, you’ve got to stop putting dicks on my lattes.”

[image description: a fic cover. The background is a coffee stained piece of paper. The top reads “Want You a Latte.” The middle features a drawing of a latte with heart latte art. The bottom reads “hufflebibin”. End image description]

#rwrb #firstprince #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #barista Henry #He can’t do latte art to save his life #But he’s trying #Alex is enamoured #red white and royal blue #red white & royal blue #fic #fic cover #r writes #alex x henry #nora holleran

[a-tale-of-legends]

Green, on a fun day out with Red and Blue, is approached by a child. Said child has a piece of paper and pen. Looking behind them Green can see what she assumes is the kids mom, giving an encouraging smile. The kid wants an autograph, clearly. Green has been in these situations before though. They don't want an autograph from her. They want one from Red or Blue. Green has long since accepted that fact, so she gives the kid a smile before they can open their mouth.

" Hey there kiddo! Blue and Red are a bit busy at the moment, but they'll be back soon. Wanna wait with me?" A practiced line that she hopes doesn't leak any of the small bitterness she feels. That wouldn't be fair to the kid. Hell, that wouldn't be fair to Red and Blue. The child looks up at her in confusion, shifting awkwardly and fiddling with their pen and paper.

" U-um. I...I actually wanted your autograph, Miss Green!"

Eh?

The child continues, getting braver with each word, " I-I just think you're really cool! I like watching your battles a lot, a-and I wanna be as cool as you are someday!" Bowing slightly, thrusting the pen and paper forward, " C-can I please have your autograph?!"

Well. Damn. Fuck. She wasn't expecting this. Since when did she get fans?! Was her head too stuck in her ass to notice? Well now she feels like shit. Now she....now she feels like she's gonna cry. Fuck.

" You're really sweet, kid..." Green tries to keep her voice steady, a new reality settling in. She has a fan. Said fan wants her autograph. Holy shit, " Of course, I'll give you an autograph! Lemme see..."

She gingerly takes the pen and paper from the kid, and signs it. She winces at her work. She really needs to work on her signature. Kinda sloppy, and the kid doesn't deserve that. Still, not wanting to hold up the kid and their mom up any longer, she gives the pen and paper back, giving them a wide smile and a wink.

" Here ya go! One autograph for a very special fan, right here!" The kid eyes practically sparkle, excitedly taking both items and staring at it as if it's the entire world. Arceus, Green can feel the tears starting to swell, fuck.

" Thank you, Miss Green! I'll cherish it forever! " The kid quickly bows and runs off to their mom,cheering as they do. The mom happily looks at the autograph her kid is showing off, looking up when her kid isn't looking. She smiles at Green, mouthing a quick 'thank you' before taking her kids hand and walking off, the kid rambling excitedly as they go. Green waves them off, a swell of emotion in her chest.

Cherish it forever.

Green chuckles- it's wet and coarse,no longer able to keep it in. Was someone really going to remember her? Cherish her name,forever? The bitterness in her laughs at the thought. The sweetness from that encounter shoves it to the side, and she relishes in it. She is crying fully now, smiling to herself as the kid and their mom are long gone.

" Hey, sorry for the wait. That line was terrible - what the fuck happened to you?" Blue's voice catches her attention. She turns, eyes full of tears, to Red and Blue, who's looking at her with concern.

" I have a fan!" she croaked, raising her hands to gesture writing, " They wanted an autograph!"

Blue blinks, then shakes his head and sighs, " Green..." He says, though the affection was not lost of her.

Red's worry melts away with a smile, signing to his best friend, ' I told you so'

"Yeah, yeah," she waves him off, sniffing and wiping away her tears, " Pass me some food before I start bawling,you dorks".

" Dorks-"

The day goes on as usual after that. Blue and Green's banter, Red following along half-paying attention, half in his own world. Pikachu and Eevee playing with each other through it all. Green repeats the words the kid said to her throughout the day, a big goofy smile on her face that not even Blue's assholery can wipe off.

Cherish it forever.

#uuuuuuh hi #i once again wrote something that wasn't planned. just based on the vibes #the kid in the story wasn't specific cause i didn't think of them like that #but if you want to imagine them as the let's go protags or trace go for it #also this is very specific to my version of green lol #legendverse #r writes #kanto trio #trainer green #trainer leaf #Legendverse! Green #trainer red #trainer blue #rival blue

[acrossthewavesoftime]

I have, after a very long time, started to practice Kurrent again. Here's a letter from Liselotte von der Pfalz. Why the grapes? Well, the answer is in the letter! 😉

#kurrent #german stuff #r writes #r rambles

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

How do you think Hobie feels about Miles and Gwen both having cops as parents? Is it like, "The police force should be disbanded and funds given to other departments" or is he straight up ACAB?

Hi, thanks for this because I think this is such an interesting question! Between 'Defund the police' vs 'ACAB' I think Hobie is more on the side of ACAB, but also a secret third thing.

Part of it is morality and beliefs. I think Hobie has some very informed ideas about punk, compassion, anarchy, anti-capitalism. I HC he's really well read, about anarchism, communism, socialism, etc. And when it comes to police, I imagine he has some qualms with the idea of policing in general, considering the VENOM cops in his world - but it's not just mindless hate, but a critique of society and police's role in it, regardless of funding. BUT.

The other part is trauma.

Hobie probably knows police brutality more than anyone. He regularly fights and saves people from fascists. While other Spideys may fear getting demasked or thrown in jail, Hobie is one who has the concern of genuinely being outright killed on sight if he gets caught.

So I feel a lot of it is trauma. In a 'you people are all sick in the head i hate cops and i wish they were all dead' kinda way.

Like, I wouldn't be surprised if he had nightmares about it. I could see him being quick to rage around cops almost as a defense mechanism. Seeing a cop and immediately going on defense, feeling uncomfortable, watching their moves, feeling tense, etc.

And sometimes it can maybe skew his lens and start to overshadow his truly meaningful talking points and political ideas.

And this extends to Gwen and Miles a bit. I figure that when Hobie first hears about Gwen's dad, in his head it deeply confirms his trauma and hate for cops. Even if Gwen wants to - and eventually does - reconcile with her dad, in the beginning Hobie would probably be thinking like 'fucking pig choosing the force over his daughter, what bullshit'.

When she tells him, he might even talk bad about her dad, and I could see her being a bit taken aback at this. Not in outright offense, but enough to gently defend her dad.

But Miles challenges this for him, especially since their first conversation, Miles speaks highly of his parents and how much they want for him.

This is amplified when Hobie can see how hard Miles is fighting for his dad. Hobie is all about loyalty and seeing Miles go to that length for his family would at least have an effect on him and his view of Miles' parents.

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Overall, I could see Hobie starting off as biting his tongue in front of them, and kind of checking himself. Most likely staying out of the way or sticking by Gwen and Miles but not saying much. Just to keep the piece. If he's having a bad trauma day or had a run in with cops lately, at most he'd just put on headphones and mind his business.

He doesn't want to hurt Miles, and Miles is already trying to earn back the respect of his parents, same way Gwen is still patching things up with her dad. So I don't think he'd start taking the piss out of their dads at the start.

It's a good thing Officer Davis is so friendly. Hobie would probably be less talkative towards him at first, but after seeing how fatherly Miles' dad is - not just to Miles, but to him too - then that changes things a bit.

Cute thing is, here in New York goths and punks are very common, and theres active communities of both. Miles' dad probably wouldn't be put off of Hobie, and if anything he'd probably be interested or respectful of his style/views. He gets it, and still makes the attempt to talk to Hobie every once and awhile - it a mutual respect. Miles would really appreciate that.

With Gwen's dad, it's a work in progress. Gwen is kinda still doing her thing and patching things up - so I think at most he'd let her dad know that he's there, and that he's the one who looked out for Gwen. Not for a thank you or anything, but just to make a point that Gwen has a home regardless of what he pulls. But I can't imagine him having positive views of him.

He'd be happy Gwen is happy, but I feel like Hobie doesn't like you, it's really really hard to get him to change his mind.

—-

Thanks again for this!! This is such an interesting thing to think about so this is just my take cause i LOVE angst trauma hobi that turns it into loving kindness for his friends

#spiderman #marvel #marvel comics #spider man #hobie brown #Gwen Stacy #miles morales #r writes

[artfulacrostic]

what i look like after days of concocting my concept of hobie's backstory based on combining his comic canon history with the canon the movie sets up. i have been on a deep dive into the theory of continental drift trying to pinpoint how close i think london could be to america in his dimension so that he can be friends with his comic canon crew and use his guitar to cut president osborn's head off and ALSO still live in london. pray for me

#spiderverse #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spider man #spider-punk 2022 #comic hobie brown #r writes #currently at the end of my rope #i'm in the thick of it now boys #i'm fully aware that i'm going to decide 36262728 things about hobie and the next movie will come out and joss everything but respectfully #i do not care #hobie ur dimension is gonna be fucking nuts in this fic u would be proud #r speaks

[r2y9s]

My Dear Bunny - Chapter 1

Fandom: Raffles - E.W. Hornung

Rating: M

Relationships: A.J. Raffles/Bunny Manders

Additional Tags: Sugar Baby AU, POV Bunny, POV First Person, I always have this urge to write Sugar Baby AUs and Bunny is my newest victim, WIP

"My dear Bunny! Is that really you?" Hearing my old school nickname in this familiar voice stirred something long locked away in the pit of my stomach. I ignored it. Pulling myself together, I shifted slightly on my client's lap to get a more comfortable look at my old schoolmate.

"Why, Mr. Raffles!" I said with as coy an air as I could muster. "What a strange surprise."

#aj raffles/bunny manders #sugar baby au #r writes #crime and cricket #bunny manders #aj raffles #raffles #do they have a ship name #anyways i hope u don't mind me putting my writing on here too? #no beta we die like men #also i'm not familiar with the etiquette for posting fic on tumblr so sorry if the post is out of sorts #also haven't written in a long time so apologies for the dust #also also been writing this at work bc i'm avoiding uh. work. trying to look busy lmao. #really just for my records too but if someone else likes it then that's fine #will i ever actually finish this? who knows. #might be just an episodic thing we'll see #the title is also a work in progress #i couldn't think of anything better lmao but it's fine #my dear bunny

[ihopethisendswell]

TW: Death of an animal. Just putting that there just in case.

The Hunter doesn't exactly love his body. But he doesn't hate it either. His dad told him that it's just how things are. His mom told him it's hard to love one's body, so it's best to meet in the middle. They both, really, mean the same thing. To just accept how he is right now. Not love. Not hate. Just right in the middle. He wouldn't say he's a master of it- it's still hard. But better than trying to force yourself to love it. That's what his mom says anyway.

The Hunter is big and imposing. He knows this. It's hard not to see it. He fears it drives people away. Or maybe it's his constant silence. Either way people tend to avoid him. Or is it he's avoiding people? Probably that. Anyway.

Of all of his body, he's most cautious about his hands. They're big, like the rest of him,and it scares him. They are slightly scared, from hunting, from training, from all the weapons he has handled over the years. They are firm. Coarse. Meant to hold weapons. Take lives. He could hurt someone with these hands. He doesn't want that.

The Princess thinks different. She always have a different way of thinking about things. She takes his hands and holds them gingerly. She brings it to her face, resting her cheek in his palm. He freezes. His hand is almost the size of her head. He could crush her skull. She could get hurt and it would be all his fault.

The Princess is very perceptive, The Hunter learned this as they got to know each other. She's also good at hiding that perception. So whether or not she takes note of him growing stiff she doesn't say anything. She simply gives him a compliment. His hands are firm, yet soft. A beautiful contradiction. The Hunter blushes. He was never good at taking compliments.

Firm yet soft.

He remembers the times he gingerly held one of his mini figures, carving out its features with utmost care. How held a small baby bird that's fallen from its nest, carefully bringing it back to its mother. He remembers the same hand pull of seeds with small birds on each side, pecking away at their meal. He remembers helping his mother cook in the kitchen, laughing and singing with her. He remembers his father attending a bruise on his hand, giving him comforting words as The Hunter cried. He remembered,a long time ago, when The Prince held his hand. Youthful innocents was all there was. He remembers the warmth of it all.

He remembers his first hunt. He cried that day. He didn't want the deer to die. He didn't want anything to die, really. His father was by his side that day,rubbing his back. He did not judge. His father was not that kind of person. After a while, his father told him that's how it was. Life, death and nature itself. All things must come to an end. Respect the way it lived and respect it when it dies. That's what he said. The Hunter was young back then,so he didn't fully understand. He wonders if he still does now, but that's not the point. His father suggested a proper burial. Looking back, it was kinda silly. Giving a burial to a deer. Nature would have claimed it back then, and the cycle would continue. But The Hunter agreed immediately. The Hunter remembers carefully burying the deer, covering its corpse with dirt, giving it back to the earth. He remembers placing a single stick into the ground, a marking of where the deer was buried. The Hunter still cried, and his father held him. They stayed like that for what felt like hours. He remembers his hands on the makeshift grave. Apologizing and hoping the deer is happy wherever deers go after death.

Firm yet soft. A beautiful contradiction.

The Princess' still rests her cheek in his palm. He loosens up a bit. He still doesn't know how to respond,but she understands. Neither of them are the best at words. So he gives her a small smile. A beautiful contradiction. He likes the sound of that.

#tpitt #the princess in the tower #THEM!!!!!! #this came to me in a vision and i had to write it #they're so soft!!!!!!! #also The Hunte lore ooooooooh #i hope i made The Hunter's dad sound like a decent dude here #in my head he's a goofball but i couldn't exactly portray that side of him here #so y'all are getting the simplistic advice guy for now #r writes

[out-of-jams]

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

#writing prompt #writing #r prompts #writing tropes #fanfiction #writing ideas #writing inspiration

[prokopetz]

Yes, your worldbuilding is thorough, your geography meticulous, your plotting elaborate, and your characterisation nuanced, but answer me this: is there a fucked up little guy?

#media #writing #characterisation #swearing #this is not specifically about j r r tolkien

[gingerswagfreckles]

After 146 days, the Writer's Strike has ended with a resounding success. Throughout constant attempts by the studios to threaten, gaslight, and otherwise divide the WGA, union members stood strong and kept fast in their demands. The result is a historic win guaranteeing not only pay increases and residual guarantees, but some of the first serious restrictions on the use of AI in a major industry.

This win is going to have a ripple effect not only throughout Hollywood but in all industries threatened by AI and wage reduction. Studio executives tried to insist that job replacement through AI is inevitable and wage increases for staff members is not financially viable. By refusing to give in for almost five long months, the writer's showed all of the US and frankly the world that that isn't true.

Organizing works. Unions work. Collective bargaining how we bring about a better future for ourselves and the next generation, and the WGA proved that today. Congratulations, Writer's Guild of America. #WGAstrong!!!

#gingerswagfreckles #wga #writer's strike #wga strong #wga strike #do the write thing #sag #sag aftra #sag afta strike #unions #Hollywood #according to the news the strike isnt technically over until a vote can be ratified on Tuesday but in practice its over #pickets r called off immediately amd they got almlst everything theu wanted #so its gonna be ratified for sure #current events #news #AI #artificial intelligence

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

#writeblr #warm up #this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru #but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist #ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school. #like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it. #was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes. #but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create'' #when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work #part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just #like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent. #speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r #ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week #this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice. #''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism #imagine if we said that about literally any other profession. #''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt? #u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky'' #we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY #''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''

[soranker]

my girlfriend

#trigun #trigun maximum #nicholas d wolfwood #i saw a tweet the other day that was like. do u ever like a character SO MUCH that u feel shy/embarrassed even drawing them #AND I WAS LIKE .... YYEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #yall dont even kno how hard i cringe at myself whenever i post abt this guy.. but i power thru OTL #these r a few weeks old btw ive been busy so i havent gotten to draw him in like a month and it feels so JHDSGF&UY EIY$NU&RHGFJDG!@JFHBD #save me. save me nicholas d wolfwood #why did i write all of this DO U SEE WHAT I MEANN my head is in my hands rn

[a-tale-of-legends]

Over thinker( but not really)

Summary: In which Leon thinks a lot ( and it keeps him awake)

Notes: whatever the ship name for Leon x Raihan x Piers is, this is that. I like writing characters reflecting :) Also super sorry if this is ooc, I genuinely haven't interacted with/ written these characters in a while. I just pressed on and wrote the fluff lol. Also I did NOT edit this bad boy, so sorry for any spelling errors. I still hope you enjoy!!!

If he were to be honest, and he is, he never fully expected to be the cuddler and cuddlee. Raihan and Piers lay on each side of him, Raihan’s head crooning near his neck, and Piers resting on his chest. Both of which are latching into him,allowing zero escape, all three of their legs tangled together in a comfortable mess. And- he’s being truthful here- he did not expect them to be cuddlers. At all. Okay maybe Raihan- he liked to lean on close friends, Leon knew that much. But Piers? Piers liked his space and privacy, which they respected. What more, Piers was a horrid night owl. It took them a while to even get comfortable sleeping together, even more so to drag Piers to bed and make sure he stays there. And yet here he is, an arm wrapped around Leon, comfortable and sleeping away. Leon can't help but feel pride. He’s glad Piers feels safe with him to fall asleep

It’s still weird that they're so cuddly. Not a bad weird. A good weird. Just ….. something he has to get used to now. It is nice, though. And he suppose it makes sense that a dragon and a vampire desire warmth- he chuckles at the thought.

……Sleep eludes him tonight. Not the first time, though he hoped the two bodies next to him would have him asleep in no time. And yet, he stares at the ceiling of Raihan's apartment, wide awake as can be. He's…..not afraid to fall asleep. Not tonight, anyway. No fears of darkness, no flashes of red and blue and purple- nothing. For once, things felt peaceful. So why can't he sleep?

Leon shifts a little- or tries to with his boyfriend's clinging onto him- trying to gather his thoughts. Maybe he's just not tired. Maybe Piers vampirism latched onto him now. He snorts at the thought.

……..

He wonders what Sonia is doing now. Is she with Nessa, like he is with Raihan and Piers? Or is she back home, sleeping away in her own peace? He hopes, either way, she's getting a good night's rest. And if not well. He wonders if she's doing the same thing he’s doing right now. Thinking away.

“Lee,” Raihan’s voice almost made Leon jump out of his own skin. Leon looks down to see a familiar turquoise eye looking up at him, “ I can hear you thinking, love”

An urge to roll his eyes is strong, but instead he chooses to worry- playfully.

“ Sorry it woke you up, then,” he teases, and it's Raihan that rolled his eyes.

“ Mm-hmm” Raihan hums, then he yawns, rising up on his arms, “ Well? What's got you overthinking?”

“ I'm not overthinking-”

“ Hhhrrrrmp” Piers grunts, waking up himself. He doesn't open his eyes just yet, only speaking, “ Why are we talking in the middle of the night?”

“ Lee’s overthinking,”

“ I'm not-”

“ Okay,” Piers yawns, “ Stop overthinking,Leon. Go to bed- ow!”

Leon suppresses a giggle as Raihan pinches Piers, earning them both a glare from the man.

“ Alright, alright, we can talk about it, jeez-”

“ We really don't have to” Leon interrupts, “ It's really nothing”.

Raihan and Piers look at each other, then back at Leon.

“ Lee we all know when you say ‘its really nothing', it's absolutely something”

“But it really isn't!”

“ And when you insist it isn't, it usually is,” Piers adds, also rising up, staring down at Leon, “ So let's cut to the part where you tell us what's up, hm?”

Leon grumbles. Leave it to these two to go straight for the kill….

“ Alright! It's Sonia. Just….thinking about how she's doing, that's all,”

Raihan tilts her head to the side, but before he could say anything, Piers crashes back down next to Leon.

“ Piers-”

“ I’m listening. But I'm also fucking tired. So.” Piers mumbled, and Leon chuckled. Once again - never would have expected this from the vampire man. Though the more he thinks about it, the more that's on him than anything. Raihan shakes his head, but nudges Leon on his shoulder, gently offering him to speak.

“ …..Well. I couldn't sleep. And I didn't exactly feel any distress so I just. Let my mind wander. And I ended up thinking about Sonia,” he shrugs, “ Still don't know why I'm awake though”

Raihan hums, nodding his head.

“ Did you talk to her recently?” He asks. Leon scrunches up his face a bit. Has he? They certainly have been talking more since he lost his title, but recently?

“.....No, not really”

“ Then maybe you just miss her,” Piers offered, his voice muffled slightly by the sheets.

“ We could set up something if you'd like,” Raihan offers next. Leon hums, titling his head to the side slightly.

“ That would be nice…..we’ve both been pretty busy….” He trails off,his mind going back. Back to the gym challenge. Back to their rivarly. Back to home. Back to-

“ She gave me that title first, you know” he says without thinking. Raihan raises a brow.

“ What?”

Leon blinks.

“ Uh. Before the gym challenge. I…..I was so scared. I didn't think anyone would like me or….or if I would make it far,” he swallows, memories flooding back into his mind. Him staring down at the train station, his legs refusing to move. The fear of leaving home, the worry of his loved ones health, the thought of him failing- it was all too much. He remembers Sonia’s touch. He remembers her giving him a warm smile. He remembers what she said-

“ She told me to create a persona. One that's ever confident and that can do anything and everything with a smile,” he smiles softly at the memory, “ ‘The Unbeatable Leon’”

There's a short silence between the three. Raihan looks down at Leon with slightly widened eyes.

“ I….I didn't know that,” he mutters.

“ Of course you didn't. It was our secret. No one had to know,”

“ So…..” Piers speaks up, “ When we first met you that….was a persona?”

“....Kinda?” Leon thinks back some more, “ Sonia….she told me that Leon and Unbeatable Leon were one of the same. Both can do anything really- it's just that Unbeatable Leon was a tool to get me going, you know?” He frowns

“....I don't think she ever meant for it to become my entire being,”

“Lee…..that's not your fault,” Raihan lowers his hand to meet Leon's, giving it a small squeeze.

“ I know….but it's not her fault either,’

“ Obviously. Neither of you expected it to become a marketing tool,” Piers says curtly. Rose’s name is left unsaid, thankfully, but it still hangs in the air.

“ I…..should probably talk to her about it,” Leon sighs, “...Later. I can see you getting grumpy Piers”.

“ Excuse me for being tired and still wanting to comfort my boyfriend,”

“ Yeaaaah, we better get back to sleep” Raihan says with a smirk, “ We don't want you becoming a vampire again”

Leon doesn't suppress his giggles this time, chuckling to himself as Raihan gets back into his original spot.

“ I can't believe you're still on that” Piers huff.

“ And you don't deny it, so for all I know, I'm right~” Raihan fires back, only to be accompanied by a yawn.

That seems to do it. Whatever small banter that was starting to brew dies quietly.

And soon Leon is back to where he was before. But this time he finds himself growing tired himself, sleep easing into him, one last memory plays in his mind……

~~~~

“ Unbeatable? Me?” Leon asks meekly. Sonia smiles, and Leon feels his worries ease.

“ Yep! The Unbeatable Leon! Everyone will love it!”

“ Everyone…..” he shakes his head, “But! I never beat you in battle, Sonia! How can I-”

“ Because!” She cuts him off, “ I believe in you, silly. Someday everyone is gonna see how bright you really are, just like I do!” She snickers a bit, “ Who knows maybe you’ll be able to beat me in battle soon~”

“Sonia!” Leon whines, and Sonia simply laughs, moving in front of him.

She stands in front of the train station, a big smile with a hand outstretched.

“ So, Mr. Unbeatable…..you ready to go?”

Leon looks at his best friend, and the hand she lends out. Unbeatable Leon…..the guy who does everything and anything with a confident smile. Like her. Like Sonia. He beams, and takes Sonia’s hand.

“ You know it!”

#legendverse #uuuuuuuuh #i'm gonna be brave and main tag #champion leon #gym leader raihan #gym leader piers #pokemon sonia #chat what the fuck you call Leon x Raihan x Piers i freaking forgor #r writes

[acrossthewavesoftime]

What's Heronii-1, please?

That's my silly little attempt at a modern-ish Flight of the Heron adaption, in which Keith Windham is an exasperated school teacher whose recruits, or rather, students, run off when on a hiking trip, they bump into a rather large bull, causing Keith to be left behind, and being picked up, and taken home, by, a handsome Scottish stranger, who just so happens to run a local wildlife organisation.

Have a little scene under the cut in which the injured Keith and the bull, are both found by Ewen and Lachlan...

"Lochiel told me they were talking about an escaped bull around these parts— that’s how Lachlan got the idea to check for bonny Wee Charlie here. He has a habit of breaking fences.”

And with that, he had turned away from Keith and approached his henchman who was holding the bull to give the large animal whose name surely must be some sort of bad joke a kiss on its scraggly orange forehead.

“Wee Charlie might not be quite so ‘wee’ and harmless as you suppose, sir,” Keith, enraged by the display of affection being showered upon one so undeserving as the beastly Charlie, added cuttingly, “as soon as I am back to civilisation, you can be certain the RSPCA will hear of this. And they surely will not take kindly to such a large beast roaming freely and intimidating hikers—”

When his mien had been pleasant before, it had now clouded over, and Mr. Cameron’s warning glare told him not to pursue the argument further. “The RSPCA brought him to Ardroy, in fact. He’s been kept more as a pet for most of his life, and has not a single bad bone in him. I doubt that he meant you, or your boys any harm, Mr.—?”

“Windham,” Keith added through gritted teeth, and observed yet another change in the Achillean young man’s face. “You are not, by any chance, the Mr. Windham whose class I was to welcome at three this afternoon?”, he asked, and knew the answer already.

“We lost our way. And then we met your little friend here,” Keith informed him, an angry gleam in his eyes and his tone sharp enough to turn Wee Charlie into barbecue-sized parts.

“’Tis of no matter,” the young man shook his head, his voice much too gentle for Keith’s liking. “Do you think you can mount behind me?”

Keith’s mind resisted the idea of going anywhere with these two bull-chasing madmen, one of them looking as if he had absconded from the set of yet another romantic drama, but his body was weak, and they seemed to know the whereabouts of his charges, reasons which convinced him to let necessity triumph over his pride and allowed Mr. Camron to lead him over to the quad, which surely was not intended to carry two. “You’ll have to hold on to me if you don’t want to fall down,” the young man said matter-of-factly, and reaching behind himself with one hand, grabbed Keith by the arm and wound it around his midsection, causing Keith’s face to be almost forced to bury itself into the Highlander’s strong back.

#ask #ask reply #ask game #sanguinarysanguinity #the flight of the heron #d k broster #r writes

[whereserpentswalk]

#196 #fantasy #writing #writeblr #urban fantasy #dark fantasy #eldrich horrors #eldrichcore #eldritch #r 196 #hornyposting #gay #lgbt #queer #trans #transgender #transmasc #agender #nonbinary #non binary #enby #creatur #creature #cryptid creature #cryptidcore #cryptids

[r2y9s]

My Dear Bunny: Chapter 2

Fandom: Raffles - E.W. Hornung

Rating: M

Relationships: A.J. Raffles/Bunny Manders

Additional Tags: Sugar Baby AU, POV Bunny, POV First Person, I always have this urge to write Sugar Baby AUs and Bunny is my newest victim, WIP

Summary:

"Coffee?" He offered, breaking the silence. "No. No coffee." I thought for a moment. "Er, perhaps some whiskey?" Raffles poured out a glass for me and held it out. I reached to grab for it a bit too quickly and he pulled it just out of my reach. He gave me a stern look. "Just the one." I nodded and he held the glass out to me once more. I took it more gingerly this time.

[ Chapter 1 ]

#crime and cricket #aj raffles/bunny manders #bunny manders #aj raffles #r writes #my dear bunny #sugar baby bunny au #no beta we die like men #there were several points in this where i felt like i could've started a new chapter #but i felt weird having the second chapter have less words than the first chapter #idk i know that isn't really a rule or anything but here we are #ignore the draft number that's a reference for me only lmao