Once again deep, DEEP in my porter feels
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porter solaire headcanon
So. Porter Solaire speaks fluent french. Self-taught, because of William. Because of course he would. On the surface, he says he picked it up to give him a way to communicate privately with the Solaire clan, when they need to – Alexis has picked up a little too, as have Vincent.
But the real truth behind it is that it made him feel closer to his new clan, his new family. To William. William knows this, and encouraged him.
(now the problem is, that I’m writing Porter speaking french in my fic, and my school-level french is so rusted it may as well be gone, @frenchiefitzhere, I may need your help on this one at some point ;u;)
can I come home to you?
A commissioned piece for @ejunkiet to pair with her GORGEOUS Porter fic “can I come home to you?” featuring her Treasure design🤍
GO READ IT GO GIVE IT KUDOS GOGOGO-
can I come home to you?
A commissioned piece for @ejunkiet to pair with her GORGEOUS Porter fic “can I come home to you?” featuring her Treasure design🤍
GO READ IT GO GIVE IT KUDOS GOGOGO-
HII I JUST READ YOUR FANFIC kiss me softly (and devour me) AND IM SCREAMINGJFJDJFNF IT WAS SO GOOD IM DEFINITELY GONNA BINGE YOUR FICS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS‼️also lowkey please follow me back BC I REALLY WANNA BE ABLE TO MESSAGE YOU AND BEFRIEND YOU AAAAAAA THANK YOU FOR FEEDING THE PORTER HUNGRY GREMLIN IN ME 🙏 OK BYE HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY/AFTERNOON/NIGHT 🫶🫶🤞
xanyiaz inquired
BLESS YOU, your comment in my inbox was a DELIGHT ;u;
look, I love them, your honour. porter just. he scratches an itch. heheh i’m also working on the follow up to ‘kiss me softly (and devour me)’ that has their next morning waking up together >:3
HAVE A SNIPPET:
(yes those tattoos are absolutely inspired by @sincerelywhistler’s porter design, as holy sheet, it lives in my brain rent free >:3 <3)
Redacted hand study part 2:
Porter Solaire
Porter and his Medusa tattoo.. Ough.
the hanged man
can I come home to you?
@ejunkiet was kind enough to let me make a thumbnail for her porter/treasure fic "can I come home to you?".
It is genuinely one of my favorite fics of the couple out there 🤭
When reading it gave me a reverse comfort sort of feel, so I used blue and kept the colors simple.
Read it over at ao3 along with her other porter fics ^.^
murder on the dancefloor
He won the poll AND got a video? Gritting my teeth rn
no colouring for the next week bc im on holiday without my markers anyway JINGLE JANGLE PORTER SOLAIRE
can I come home to you?
i've had porter brain rot this week, and I wanted to explore Porter developing feelings for his new lover. >:3
redacted porter/treasure, rated teen.
cw: messy emotions, blood drinking, it's vampires okay.
“I like the glimpses I've seen of you, the real you. And I want to know more.”
He holds their gaze for a long moment, an intensity there that steals their breath away, before he finally breaks the contact and looks away.
“I’m not sure you’d like what you find.”
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can I come home to you?
“What do you see when you look at me?”
His voice is a low murmur, barely audible over the sound of the water, the glide of his hand along the skin of their naked back. They’ve been soaking together long enough in the deep seated bathtub that they run the risk of the water growing cold, but neither of them make any move to leave, lingering in the warmth of their shared body heat.
They can hear the slow, steady beat of his heartbeat through his chest, a familiar rhythm, reverberating against their cheek. It had surprised them to feel it that first night, the thrum of it beating beneath their palm through the silk blend of his shirt.
Expecting something else? His silver eyes had glinted as he asked the question, a sharp smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Don’t believe everything you read, my dear.
kiss me softly (and devour me)
redacted audio: Porter Solaire/Treasure, rated E for explicit, 18+ mdni, check the tags before reading, as we get kinky.
wordcount: 2.7k
thank you to @autisticempathydaemon for looking this over for me <3
Porter turns up on their doorstep in the middle of the night.
The aftermath of the monarchal summit.
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kiss me softly (and devour me)
“Can I come in?”
His eyes are dark and there's an energy about him as he meets their gaze, an edge they can’t read. He looks - good. Charcoal grey suit, expensive and elegantly tailored, linen dress shirt undone, his collar hanging open, the dark strands of his hair combed back in an attractive swoop.
They can tell something is wrong, even if he doesn’t say it.
They step back and open the door, and he walks straight past them, not stopping until he’s reached their bedroom. He doesn’t sit, hovering at the side of the bed, a dark shape that blends in with the shadows, waiting until they've shut the door behind them.
“I need you. And I need it to hurt.”
Your friends suck.
And when you ask him nicely, so does Porter Solaire ;)
