above all things, i believe in love.
hi! i'm albion potts, a 26 year old english clothing designer. i live in swindon.
independent oc rp blog
general M!A status:
younger (18yo) and normal (26yo)
specific M!A status:
this is my new highest bar #thanksstoick
NOTE: despite how much they look alike in general colouration, this is NOT hiccup - this is my oc al
httyd au where al has a female nightfury named sleeves as his best friend. he made his weapon himself and he doesn’t know what to call it except “fucking heavy but fucking scary too”
this took me probably around
10-12 hoursof work and i don’t regret a single bit
EDIT: uhh, someone else counted my livestream videos and tells me it’s more like 15-16 hours.
that’s $375-$400 dollars at my current commission rate
PLEASE look at the hi-res linked below
Erin stepped up behind him to settle his bath-warmed palms across the swell of his stomach.
"You look so pretty like this."
Phin stood tall next to both of them, his hair drying in weird loopy chunks, and kissed them on the cheek in turn.
"You’re bloody pregnant. It’s alarming. And beautiful.”
Al was lovely with his little round stomach and his tiny pink breasts. Phin was proud and in awe of him. He’d thought about that a lot while he was gone.
Al leaned back into Erin a bit, eyes wandering down in the mirror to what lay below his swollen belly.
"And then there’s that cunt."
A thrill of surprise ran down Erin’s spine.
"Oh. Oh, yeah? Yeah, I like that idea."
Phin laughed and placed the shampoo bottle in Al’s hand.
"That’s exactly what I want."
The rest of the bath passed with ease and laughter and plenty of kisses; by the time Al was out and scrubbing his hair dry, his lips felt permanently pinned up at the corners.
He gave his hair a quick brush-through and looked at himself in the mirror. He cupped his belly, noticeable and already bowing his stance and center of gravity, and then he slid his hands up and cupped the very, very small breasts starting to swell under his nipples.
"God, I’m so pregnant.”
"It is pretty soft, ain’t it?"
He wanted to turn around to kiss Al, and then to lean over his shoulder to kiss Phin, but he wasn’t in the mood to risk bumping anyone too hard with his knees, and it was nice enough to be touched by both of them.
"Then I’ll keep it for a while as long as it doesn’t look too… mountain man and ridiculous."
He felt warm and serene and like slow, sweet sex. How could he ever possibly leave them again?
"Mn. Let’s finish this up and then have sex. All of us."
Huffing a laugh, Erin reached a hand down to stroke the palm of his hand along Al’s thigh.
"It’s good to be with you both again," he murmured.
By way of response, Phin shifted to catch Al’s mouth in a kiss and slide a hand up Erin’s arm.
"Mmn." Al reached out and found Phin’s arm with his eyes closed, following it to Erin’s and pulling the younger man closer. "It is. And the scruff is interesting. I think I like the soft tickly feeling on my lips."
"Christ. We’ve gotten quite the group of lovers around us, haven’t we?"
It used to be so…quiet.
And he kind of missed that quiet, but at the same time he felt much more at home with the quiet, almost-constant chatter of all the house’s residents.
"Mmm," Phin mumbled in agreement. He bit the back of Al’s neck softly.
Al shivered and moaned softly, shifting his legs against Erin’s.
"A fuck in the grass, in the moonlight? Awful romantic, comin’ from you, Phin."
"I knooow. It’s just pathetic. But it was bloody good. And yes. Let’s invite her over. Again and again and again. Mmmmm.”
Phin relaxed further into the bathtub to rest his head and close his eyes.
"I bet she’d be a good dom. Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty American girls.”
"Village and city girls by the quayside."
"This house really has a funny track with American girls, eh?" Erin commented, stifling a giggle.
"Oh, quiet. And that’s your fault, anyway."
Phin gave Erin a shove with his knee and swept his drying curls out of his face.
"Yeh, but… It was sort of funny. Just ran into her in the woods and helped her take care of something—which she did all the work for anyway, so I was a bit of a useless arse—and we fucked in the moonlight on a little grassy knoll—shut up, fucking hell, both of you. And… yeh. Exchanged numbers and had a chat and she knew you which was a bit absurd but at the same time so utterly obvious I’m surprised I’m even surprised anymore.”
Al snickered. “Weeeeeee should have a massive orgy with her. Also she is a fantastic dom.”
"Yeah, that’s probably the one. Right, well. You can probably guess the rest of my story, then."
"Well, yeh, but details, mate."
"Cal’s been fuckin’ drivin’ me an’ Daniel up the wall, I think he missed you, too."
Phin laughed and leant his chin on Al’s shoulder.
"I’m surprised, to be honest. But it’s nice to hear. I’ll try not to disrupt the order of the house again.”
He sloshed in silence for a few more moments before remembering something.
"Oh hey—you ever meet a plucky American girl named Charlie?"
Al half-looked over his shoulder at Phin. “Fights demons by day, locks fashion designers up during petplay by night Charlie?”
Erin hummed his agreement.
Phin smiled against the back of Al’s neck and rubbed his forehead in his hair. He held his round stomach between his hands.
"I love you both. So much. I missed you both. All.”
"And we missed you. East won’t ever admit it to you, but there were multiple times where he complained specifically about wanting you back."
"Victor’s obvious enough. Strong name, means ‘victory,’ can’t go wrong with that. Sounds a bit stuffy on its own but I do like ‘Victor Black,’ that sounds lovely."
"Oh, Black names are always stuffy. The kid will fit right in."
He couldn’t help the welling in his chest.
"… I sort of assumed you’d want to keep your own name, though. I don’t know why. Fashion purposes, maybe."
Al snuggled back into Phin more. “My line stays Potts, but I want to sign my checks with Albion Black.”
Erin wanted to pap the werewolf on the head, but that would’ve involved reaching further back than he could make his arm bend, and probably hitting Al in the head with the bony points of his elbow.
"They’re just names, Al. Mine’s a girl’s," he laughed, "But I do like those."
"I do, too. But we can look around more and have a few options handy if we like the way they sound."
Camille Black, Victor Black… Or Potts? Or some unsightly combination of the two? Or three?
"What is their last name going to be?"
"Black. I want to take your name when we get married. And you know what, they’re not just names. Names have meaning and no matter how subtly, they influence you. So I’d like to give them something that sounds good and means just as well."
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Chuckling, the pale man slipped free of his clothing, letting it pile onto the floor before he sat back on the edge and dipped his toes in. He winced a bit at the sudden warmth, but slid himself in to make himself comfortable facing Al.
"Dawn, or Arthur. I like those."
The baby. An actual baby that was growing inside Al. They were trying to figure out names for a real baby.
Phin rubbed Al’s lower back gently and shook his head.
"No. I think I’ve settled on Chamomile Nosugar Black. Then everyone will know how they like their tea."
"Camille. Camille? I like Camille. Or Victor." He hummed. "I want to do more research on name meanings though."