Elliott x Marco WIP you say???? Yes pls tell us about said WIP
Yes yes! I love these boys and they both deserved better! I saw an art and started writing them. There's a few fics in their tag now!
There's a pretty good summary here and all my snips are in my #i wanna be adored tag
I haven't poked at this one in a while. I got stuck/bored and wasn't making any progress. @oxfordslutphase is amazing and helped me untangle my struggles but unfortunately this means now I have to write more words. Devastating.
If today/tonight goes significantly better than yesterday (🙃) I will try to get some sentences for y'all for tomorrow but no promises 🥰
I love how somebody gets excited about this one every time I mention it 🥰😍
PS if you love these two I think all the art I've reblogged of them should be in Elliott x Marco 💜
Summary: On a quiet evening, an unexpected visitor appears on her doorstep.
Pairing: Artie Walker x OFC
Warnings: None.
*I give no permission to copy, translate or repost my work. I give no permission to reuse Artie.
A/N: Okay @fivequartersoftheorange, because I love you so much, I worked out a small Artie drabble :X Not sure who else wants to read this as this is basically a face claim and original work. But if you do like it, feel free to comment and reblog <3
Unexpected visitor
An evening summer breeze blew through the mesh door, carrying the scent of jasmines into her living room. There she sat, snuggled with a book and a warm cup of tea when a soft knock pulled her out of her musings.
Turning her head, she found an imposing silhouette of a man looming from the path, his square shoulders broader than the doorframe. Unable to make his face from the mesh and scarcely lit entrance, she felt a bit uneasy, yet instead of hunkering down and hiding from the stranger, she decided to do the foolish thing and got up from her seat.
"May I help you?" She asked the stranger. Toddling closer, she could detect a red flannel and a baseball, but his face was still veiled by the ned, so carefully, she opened the door.
"Name's Artie, ma'am. I work with your old man?"
Although her lips loosened, no words could follow. Tall and sturdy, the man who stood at her door was otherworldly handsome. A mane of dark hair and 2 days-old stubble framed his face and above his succulent lips grew a thick moustache that only made him impossibly good looking.
Two large dimples formed at his cheeks as he grinned and his cobalt-eyes beamed with him.
"My father... is what... sorry?" She repeated bemusedly.
Artie weaved his fingers through his hair and then chuckled. He almost sounded embarrassed though it bemused her how anyone this good looking could ever experience shame.
"I am sorry, I know this is inappropriate, but my phone's juice ran dry," Artie quickly reached to fish his phone from his jeans' pocket to prove his point. "I had been walking these woods for a couple of hours now. You see? My car broke down, just up ahead, and I remembered your place since your dad and I worked on the roof when you were gone to the university."
Still trying to digest all the information, she blinked. Frivolously, her mind was still wrapped around the idea of a handsome stranger standing at her door to even question any hidden motives.
'This is how I die, isn't it?' She thought, monetarily sliding into logic before the earthy scent of his cologne wafted over her and overwhelmed her senses again.
"Do you mind if I'll use your phone?... just so I can call the towing services? You don't have to let me in. I'll wait outside."
Her nails dug into the edge of the door while she nibbled her bottom lip. She knew better than to let a stranger in at this time of the night. But as their eyes met, she felt suddenly captivated, as if this was meant to happen. And maybe...just maybe... she wanted something bad to happen.
Drawing back slightly, she opened the door wide open and smiled, "you can come in."
You know what I like about Ben and Andrew? They're both born on the same day but they have vastly different personalities it's amusing.
Yes!! That's something that always amuses me when I think about it. They are so different, they don't give the same vibe at all. But they're still sweet babies and I love them
Lady Marion playing hide-and-seek in Duke August's castle?
"Run and hide, my precious duchess, the labyrinth may seem like your chance to freedom, but truth be told, there is no real way out of the Duke's castle..."
This reminds me of your lumberjack August story. Well it's not autumn anymore but well what better way to spend the winter in a cottage deep in the woods 👀👀👀.
You better snuggle up to August, my love... running outside in that thick blanket of snow, you won't get you very far and by the look of them heavy clouds, I would say a storm is drawing near.
So sit and stay by the fire with August, dear. He will care for you, he will provide.
