Hah So Here's The Piece For @laurent-ofvere For The @capri-bigbang2k18 Fic "From The Depths" Specifically

Hah so here's the piece for @laurent-ofvere for the @capri-bigbang2k18 fic "From the Depths" specifically this bit:

Damen could feel the water seeping into his pants, the fabric sticking to his thighs. Damen pressed the heels of his feet into the stone and pulled off his boots, but was otherwise unbothered. Water dried, and he wasn’t above relishing in the fact that he had managed to incite a reaction, despite the indifferent gaze with which it was delivered.

“If you wanted to get me wet so badly,” Damen said. “You could have just asked me to jump in with you. I don’t mind water.”

“If I ask you to leave, will you do that?” he asked. “I mind you.”

Aaah only took me half a century to edit it the way I like it but traditional art /shrug; really happy to have done this ♡

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For Pride, For Honor, For Glory

Summary: “Tell me how you sucker punched the crap out of that piece of shit Loras and embarrassed him to the point he won’t even look you in the eye.”

Tanner is fifteen years old. The pretty bastard of the army, a fledgling soldier, and a popular subject of gossip; Loras wants to see if he can add another notch on his belt.

It’s a GOT-type setting, so genre-typical warnings apply. Attempted sexual assault of a minor, intoxication.

It said something about Tanner and Allister’s closeness to where, even after a fuck, they were cordial enough to share the same bed, hold each other close, and engage in pillow talk that ranged from military tactics to the going-ons of the campsite.

Perhaps cordial wasn’t the right word. Tanner knew, but he’d rather Allister figure it out on his own than be forthright. They had gone this long without saying what they were, preferring to let the others guess and know with looks, touches, and a need to be together to signal what they meant to each other. Tanner looked at it that way, in any case.

Allister snorted before tossing his head back and letting a laugh out from deep in his chest. “No, no, no, really? That was you? You, the pretty bastard of the army?”

Tanner crinkled his nose and made a snort, then a laugh. “What, you think I don’t know how to throw a punch?” He gave a light shove to Allister’s chest.

“Never said that! Tell me how you sucker punched the crap out of that piece of shit Loras and embarrassed him to the point he won’t even look you in the eye,” Allister teased, toothy grin and a devilish delight in his eyes. He pushed Tanner’s hip with a tease, laughing when Tanner brushed his hand away.

“It’s a long story,” Tanner offered, to which Allister gestured to the dark night outside. They had hours until the morning.

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