#apprentice romulus

[sunsetsor]

I’m so happy that I was able to grab a winter ball commissions of Ari and Rom from the lovely @interuptingvolcano !! They both look adorable and I’m so in love with them! 😭

Go snag yourself one here!! ❄️

[vampiresuns]

this one read better like this. 

where there is light, there’s hope.

[froyofam]

In our modern college AU, @chickie-dee‘s Dee volunteers at a shelter and @sunsetsorcerer‘s Rom goes and gets buried by cats as a means of cheap (free) therapy.

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12, 14, and 24!

12. whats a turn off you look for before you start officially dating someone?

Ari: “Hmm...I’m not entirely sure? I think someone not being their true self would be a turn off? We all try to present our best selves during the first couple of dates, but if you’re a completely different person from the first or second date, then I don’t think it’s gonna work. Or maybe I just don’t like liars? I don’t know.”

Rom: “Them treating animals poorly. You can tell a lot about a person from how they treat others, but you can tell even more from how they treat a cat or dog. Animals don’t have ulterior motivations like humans do and they usually just want affection. Someone that would react negatively to that is someone that I wouldn’t want to date or be around.”

14. what is a piece of advice you would give to your younger self?

Ari: “You don’t have to force yourself into a box to fit other’s definition of what you are. People will try and tell label you because it’s easier for them. Don’t listen to them and be what you want to be.

Rom: “Despite what you’re told, you shouldn’t be ashamed of liking who you like. There’s nothing wrong with you and you’ll find love no matter who he,she, or they are.”

24. have you ever been heartbroken?

Ari: “....Yes. It was by someone that I trusted with my whole heart and they literally took everything from me when they left. My heart and almost all of the money that we had saved together to start a new life. They left and didn’t bother to leave me a reason why. I’m okay now, though! ....mostly.”

Rom: “No. I’ve definitely come close, though.”

[vampiresuns]

A portrait rest against the wall next to Anatole’s door. Even if the note attached to it hadn’t be addressed to him, it was obvious to that the piece was for him given that it was him painted on the canvas. The warm tones and colors of the sun rising behind him to make a halo of light complimented the hard work the artist had put into the piece to make sure that they had captured Anatole likeness exactly. ‘Nana, If you’d like, I hope that you’ll join me for dinner later. Happy birthday. -R’

He takes the canvas to admire it closely, looking at the texture and strokes of paint. He’s never liked having portraits of himself around, he thinks they’re weird, and he hated sitting for his official portrait, the one that sits in Valerius’ state. He thought they were pompous and deeply unnecessary.

Not that art had to be necessary, but there was no need to have a portrait of someone done solely for power and social standing. He supposes that’s what truly bothers him in the end, how aristocratic the tradition is.

Romulus’ painting of him was a contradiction of all of it. It was a liberally made gift out of well, love — Anatole didn’t need to be told to know it had love in it: for both the craft and the subject. Love and attention aren’t too different and he knows Romulus observes more than he tells, feels more than he lets on, has a heart bigger than he’d like to admit. He writes him his own note.

Rom,

You didn’t set the time for dinner, so do tell me, because I would love to join you.

— A.

He doesn’t tell him his eyes water a little, he didn’t know if the brightness his picture self conveyed was something he actually had, or something Romulus saw in him. If it was the former, it meant he truly became the man he aspired to be. If it’s the latter, it means Rom thinks he can be the man he aspires to me. One way or another he has never felt more seen.

[sunsetsor]

You are the wolf and I am the moon

A short bit of spice with Rom and @starryskylullaby’s Esther because this ship has me too messed up to not have spice for. 😩

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The collar is Romulus’ choice, not hers. Esther could command him with a word and he would follow her order dutifully without the need for bindings or restraints. They both know this, but they both know that his wish to tethered to her. A solid link that shows their bond together. Something that he can see and touch. That he can believe. It’s not a symbol of her ownership over him, but rather his belief that he belongs to her.

He’s shaking above her, cock hard and resting on her stomach. He won’t enter her, not without her word, but the sight of her spread out under him has him fighting every urge in his body. Her dark hair splayed out underneath her like she’s laying on the night sky, her pale skin blushed with pleasure, her eyes staring into his as her fingers slowly work their way in and out of her. Pink lips part to set free a soft moan and the sound makes his cock twitch. They both feel the reaction and her free hand reaches up to his neck, tracing the leather collar placed there.

Esther doesn’t say a word as she hooks a finger underneath it, guiding Romulus’ face down to hers. Their kiss is soft, but they both can feel the need behind it. The restraint in her and the hunger in him. It breaks when the sudden touch of her fingers on his cock has him burying his head into her shoulder, breath heavy with effort.

She rests her head against his as she positions him right in front of her entrance. Her hand guides him into her, both of their bodies shaking as Romulus sheathes inside of Esther completely. His head lifts from her shoulder so that his silver eyes look into hers with a silent plea. She smiles softly at him and nods. His head dips back down to her shoulder as he hooks his hands underneath her thighs, lifting them slightly as his hips begin to move against her. He moans pitifully against her skin, the sensation of her around his cock filling his every thought.

Romulus keeps a steady rhythm, only changing his pace when Esther grabs onto his bicep and squeezes. Her moans come more frequently after that, filling the bedroom with her soft voice and his rough grunts. He moves his forehead on hers, wanting to see every bit of pleasure that he brings to her. Wanting to commit it to memory until the next time.

When Esther finally cums around him, her fingers dig into his skin and her mouth opens in a strangled cry. Her lips move to no sound as her walls grip his cock, the pressure sending him into his own orgasm with a few more thrusts of his hips. Romulus’ lips crash into hers as they both ride the waves of pleasure, a small disobedience on his part, but he wants to feel every part of her in this moment. Her mouth, her body, her pussy, everything.

He exits out of her as he turns the both of them over on their side, pulling her back close to his chest. They both drift asleep soundlessly, his head resting against hers and her hand entwined with his.

[sunsetsor]

For Rom and Ari, what's one secret you wish you could share with others, but don't feel you can?

“I don’t know...I’m kinda an open book...” Ari says, chewing at her lip in thought. “I guess...I wish I could tell people about how I feel sometimes?” She shrugs, her shoulders lifting as her hands lift into the air. “I tend to get pretty lonely sometimes, but it’s rarely that it really bothers me. But I guess I do wish that I could tell someone that. I just don’t want bother anyone while they’re dealing with their own business, ya know?”

Rom’s silver eyes squint. “Why do you want to know?” He questions, his arms crossing in front of his chest. Silence fills the air for a moment before he sighs. His voice is low, almost like he doesn’t want someone to hear him. “I-...I don’t really want my father’s crown. I just want to feel like I belong somewhere. Like someone wants me to belong somewhere...” Another sigh escapes him, this one sounding slightly sad. “Just don’t tell anyone I told you this, okay?

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Dark Times

In my dark times I've still got some problems I know Driving too fast but just moving to slow And I've got something I've been trying to let go

Another spicy fic with my apprentice, Romulus and @starryskylullaby‘s apprentice, Esther because this ship owns my heart right now. 

////////// There’s been things that Romulus has done that he’s not proud of. Things that no soul but him will know. Things that weigh down his soul and stain his hands so deeply that he’s sure that everyone can see the blemishes that lay there. 

It’s times like this, when the world seems darkest to him, is when he needs her the most. There’s a need in him that pulls him to seek her, even if it’s just to see her face.  

Something within her presence calms the storm within him. It could be magic, he knows this. Knows that the peace he feels within her arms could all be a trick, but he still stands outside of her shop all the same.

His knock on the shop’s door isn’t loud, he knows that it doesn’t need to be. Romulus knows that all he had to do was simply touch the ward placed on door to let Esther know that he was here, but some part of him wanted to keep up appearances. It felt normal. Safe. Good. All of the things that he needed right now. 

He debated leaving as he waited. Just turning and going back to his room at the Raven. He shouldn’t be here. He was a thief. A killer. Someone that took what he wanted and didn’t care about the consequences as long as he got what he wanted. That was how he saw himself. He was tainted. A literal bastard. 

And Esther was...

She opened the door wide, trusting him that there were no threats on the other side. Her dark hair was away from her face, braided and held by some accessory that Romulus couldn’t see. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the lantern light that only threw shadows over him. Her blue eyes looked at him with concern, but he couldn’t meet them. Not when he felt like he didn’t deserve anything from her, least of all concern.

Romulus was the first to break the silence between them. “I...don’t know why I’m here. I just felt like I needed...”

His words died in his in his throat. His eyebrows knitted together in thought. What did he need? Someone to talk to? Comfort? Her? Silver eyes darted back and forth as the questions raced in his head. 

Why was he here? 

“I....don’t know.” He answered aloud, more to himself than it was to Esther, but she responded to him anyway, just not with words. She reached out, her small hand grasping his. Romulus wanted to pull away, he didn’t want to stain her hands as well. Her hands were soft and delicate, they couldn’t handle the things that his carried out, but they still held his firm in their grip.

Esther led him inside, releasing her hand from his to close and ward the door behind them before taking it again. They moved past the shop counter and into the back room. 

Romulus recognized the table and chairs that were placed there. It was where Esther and Asra told their fortunes and read cards. Now it was bare, making it look oddly plain among the colorful decor of the shop. 

“Have a seat.” 

He snorted, but sat all the same. “Wanna read my fortune? I think we both know that it’s not good.”

Esther simply shook her head. “I don’t believe that. And I don’t think you do too.”

“Does it really matter what I believe?”

“It always does.”

Romulus leaned back in the wooden chair, arms folding across his chest. He didn’t have a response for her. He didn’t think it mattered, but he couldn’t find it within himself to argue, least of all to her when she looked at him with such concern in her eyes. 

“I’ll go make tea. Do you want any?”

“No...I’m fine.”

Esther walked past him, the flowing fabric of her nightgown drifting up and revealing some of the skin underneath. It wasn’t until then that Romulus had noticed how little Esther had been wearing. Her nightgown covered almost her entire body, yes, but the fabric was all but sheer. His eyes drifted over her body as she climbed the stairs to the second floor, each step moved the fabric just right and giving Romulus quick glimpses of the pink of her nipples and the soft curve of her hips. 

Romulus swallowed hard, ignoring the feeling between his legs. That wasn’t what he here for....wasn’t it?

The soft clatter of tea being prepared met his ears. The open and close of cabinets, the clink of dishes being set out, the hiss of steam escaping the kettle. He tried to focus on that instead of the stirring in his groin. 

A task easier said than done. 

No matter what he did or what he tried to focus on, his mind always came back to her. The softness of her hands. The graceful way she carried herself. The outline of her breasts. 

He stood from the table, groaning softly as he pushed out from it. The pressure of his now fully erect cock to much for him to bear quietly. With every step that he took towards the steps, the fabric of his clothes grazed across the sensitive head. Each step up the stairs to the second floor proved to be harder than the last. By the time he had graced the second floor, his breath was hard with effort. The precum that leaked from his tip had made his pants cling to him uncomfortably, making the distance between him and Esther almost unbearable to close. 

If Esther had heard him coming, she made no notice of it. Her back still faced him as she went on preparing her tea. Romulus came up behind her, arms snaking under hers and pulling Esther flush to his chest. She jumped at the initial contact, but made no move to leave his embrace. 

“I know why I’m here.” The words were quiet, whispered into the empty room. It was a confession, something Romulus rarely did. Something that scared him to his core. Something that left him bare and exposed in front of her. “I need you.”

He readied himself for her rejection. For her to   Leave his arms and shrink away from him. She’d tell him to leave with frightened eyes. To go and never come back. 

What he didn’t expect was for her to turn in his embrace to face him, her hand reaching up to caress his face. Surprise, along with a myriad of other emotions crossed his face before he leaned into her touch, eyes closing as he drank it in. 

“I know.”

A noise escaped from Romulus’ chest, the sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. He had prepared for rejection, but nothing had prepared him for acceptance. It was such a calm, foreign feeling that it brought him to his knees in front of her. 

Romulus knelled in front of Esther. He was almost a full foot taller than her, but here and now, she stood so much higher than him. She was the moon, thousand of miles in the sky that he cried to in the night. Glowing, peaceful, calm. Everything that he wasn’t. 

She took his head in her hands, lifting it up as she bent down. Her face was inches away from his, her blue eyes staring into his silver. They both moved at the same time, closing the gap between their lips. Despite the hunger in him for her, Romulus kissed her softly, savoring the feeling of her lips on his.

His hands moved on their own. They reached for the bottom of her nightgown, lifting the fabric so that his hands could run along the soft skin of her inner thighs. Esther whined softly into Romulus’ mouth, the sound almost making him move his hands to where he really wanted them to be, but he held steadfast. He didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to take his time. He wanted to commit this to memory because he still wasn’t sure that this was a trick. That he wasn’t going to blink and all of this would disappear. 

Esther was the one to break their kiss. Her face flushed red in front of him and her breath leaving her body in hard pants. She righted herself, her hands reaching down to grasp his through the sheer fabric of her nightgown. 

Her look down to him told him that she was just as hungry as he was for more. He let Esther lead his hands upwards to her entrance as she leaned back against the counter of her cabinets, thighs spreading apart to give him better access to herself. 

“Rom, *please*.”

He spread her open with both of his hands, taking in the sight of her pussy wet and ready for him. His fingers ran along her lips, sending small shockwaves of pleasure to her entire body. Esther let out a quiet moan and it made his cock twitch, reminding him of his own arousal. Romulus let one his hands continue to tease her as his other went to his pants, pulling his cock free. He groaned as it did, the chill of the night air opposite to the heat of the blood rushing through him. 

He wanted to stroke himself right now. To pleasure himself at the sight of her in his hands, but Esther came first. His hand left his cock, lifting the sheer nightgown that Esther wore and bunching it around her waist. Romulus moved closer to her, his face level to her groin. His digits ran along her one more time before two of his fingers slipped inside.

Esther gasped out with a oh above him, her body shifting against the wooden counter as Romulus’ hand began to work along her. His other hand held her in place, halting her motions so that could kiss along her body. He covered every inch of her thighs and lower stomach in front of him with his lips, making sure not to miss a single spot.

A sharp whine left Esther as his fingers slid out her, but was cut short as Romulus replaces his hand with his mouth. His lips hungrily sucking on her pussy as his free hand traveled down to his grasp the base of his cock. 

The hand on her hip gripped roughly at the skin, redness blooming under her skin. It would bruise, Romulus knew it, but he would be sorry about it later. Right now, he wanted Esther as close to him as possible. He wanted to drown in the sweet taste of her. He wanted his mouth and tongue to devour her completely until she shook with her orgasm. 

His hand worked his cock as his tongue lapped at Esther, alternating between fast and slow strokes. He was desperately trying to pace himself, not wanting to cum until Esther had. He rubbed his thumb along his head, moaning into Esther as he did. The vibration of his moan carried through and made Esther arch against him. 

Her hips rocked against his face, the bridge of his nose rubbing against her clit just right. Her legs were weak with pleasure, her hands gripping the countertop the only thing that kept her from collapsing completely on Romulus. His mouth sending her hips against him in a frantic rhythm. 

Esther’s hand slipped from the countertop, dislodging her from Romulus’ mouth. Romulus wasted no time releasing his hands to lift Esther up and placing her thighs on either side of his head, supporting her legs with his shoulders and his hands on her hips. 

She wasn’t sure if it was the improved position or the fact that Romulus’ had been momentary halted, but Romulus’ mouth had returned to her with newfound abandon. Esther’s hands flew to his dark hair, gripping his head as he moved it deeper into her. She was so close to her orgasm, the tension in her body reaching it’s fever pitch. Her body rutted against his mouth, riding his face until she cried out with a shout. 

“Ah!”

She whined as her hips rode through her orgasm. Under her, Romulus lapped her up. Esther’s mind was clouded by her own pleasure, but she was sure that she heard Romulus growl as he drank from her. 

Her body slowed it’s rhythm to a halt as her orgasm died down. Romulus detached from her, lifting his head away from her body. He sat in front of her on his knees, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His hard cock bobbed out of his pants, abandoned by Romulus when Esther had slipped. 

Esther slipped her legs off of his shoulders, standing up on shaky legs. The fabric of her gown moving along his face until it finally fell away and clung to Esther’s body. She bent down to kiss him again, tasting her on his tongue. Her hands went to his sides, guiding his body to stand. Romulus obliged her, standing to his full height and moving backwards when she pressed him in that direction.

It wasn’t until the back of his knees hit the soft cushion of her bed that Romulus understood where she had been leading him to. Esther pushed gently on his chest and he sat back into the bed, breaking their kiss with a sharp exhale. 

He looked up at her as she pulled the gown that she wore up and off her body, leaving her naked in front of him. His eyes roamed all over her, taking in the view of her bare body. His hands reached out towards her, pulling Esther closer so that he could feel her. Both of his hands roamed over her. Her ass, her waist, her breasts, her arms. Romulus wanted to feel every bit of her. He was so lost in the beauty of her body that he let out a surprised grunt when Esther’s hands touched his cock. 

His head shot up to look at her. “....you don’t have to if you don’t want to, this was enough. I can take care of myself.” 

Esther shook her head down at him, a soft expression placed on her face. “That’s the problem, Romulus. You’ve been taking care of yourself for too long.” Esther swung her legs over Romulus’, resting her knees on the bed behind them and straddling his lap. She was right above his cock, her entrance hovering just inches above him. A hand rested on his shoulder as the other held his cock, positioning his head against her. “Let me take care of you for once.”

She settled down on him slowly, taking him inch by inch. They both groaned as she did, the feeling of them being joined together more pleasurable then they imagined. Esther reached his base and rested there for a moment. 

Romulus’ hand curved against her face, effort plain on his face. “E-Esther, I need to...”

She nodded, her arms wrapping around his neck as Romulus’ hands moved to her hips. He lifted her up and down on him, slowly at first, his trusts in sync with her hips landing on him. She moaned out, her head falling down to rest against his shoulder. He grunted in response as his tempo sped up, a hand reaching between them to play with her clit as he trusts deep inside her. The other reached across her back to grasp at her shoulder, giving him more force as his rhythm began to reach a frantic pace.

“Gah! Esther, I’m g- ah! I’m gonna c-“ Romulus can barely get his words out as his mind is blurred by passion, the sound of their fast movements filling the room. Esther nods against his shoulder, her nails raking across her back. 

Her hips move with abandon against him as her second orgasm rises in her. “Yes, Rom! Yes! Gods, yes!” 

Romulus grips her body close to him as he stands from the bed, lifting her body with him. His thrusts are at an animalistic tempo, coupled by the grunts and growls that leave his mouth. He slams his hips into Esther, cumming inside of her with a loud shout. 

“F-fuck!”

He continues thrusting into Esther as he empties inside of her. Esther’s walls clenching around him as her own orgasm arrives. Romulus rests back onto the bed as the height of his pleasure begins to die down. He takes care to make sure that he exits Esther before resting both of them back onto the bed. 

Esther lays across his chest, kept in place by his arms around her. He can feel the tiredness settling in his body, making his eyelids heavy, but he has one more thing to do. He lifts her head up so he can place a kiss on her lips one more time. He has to say it, he knows. He’s just unsure of how to say it because he hasn’t had to say it in a long time, but he’ll try for her. He’ll do anything for her. 

“Thank you....for this.” He says awkwardly. Emotions and admissions weren’t his strong suit, Esther knew that after all the time that they’ve spent together. She appreciated that he tried for her this one time. She responded to him by placing a small kiss to his jawline before laying her head on his chest and drifting off to sleep.