I’ll just drop my explicit spuk fic here honhonhonhonhon also dedicated for @engspaweek

happy reading ^//q////^

but francis is angry heyy :((

for @engspaweek with luv <3

spuk day 2018

7 fanarts ✔

7 fics in a series ✔

finalised! 💚 i have never been so chuffed of myself before! 💚 can’t describe how happy i am for this year’s engspa week! i really want to thank everyone who contributes!!!!

my last fic for engspaweek18 series:

mungkas carita

summary:

“is it really a brotherly love you harbour for him?” ―and arthur could never answer that.

complete series

#英西の日 I feel horrible for not being able to draw something (new/spacial) for this day … so anyway, here some old stuff 🙄💔💔💔💔

Prompt #13: the old Miller’s pub

The Miller’s pub.

Collapsing. Old. Like him.

This place had seen better days. Woodworm ridden beams, faces of creased paper, cool evening drifts.

Liquid courage spreading, chatter bubbling.

A black stout in his hand, a smoking fag in another.

The air. Musty. Dusty, tickling his nostril. His eye twitched and watered. He sipped the black potion.

His tongue embraced the tart taste. It bubbled down his throat, giggling, boiling. A glass of fireworks that bursts in the belly and sets the organs on fire.

Overstuffed, a box of abandoned men.

Collapsing. Old. Like him.

His own, though sunken, were fresh. A scoff. Only he had lived 10 folds.

Banter. Jokes. Dares. Yet apart from his own, secluded world. So loud, yet so quiet.

The bell’s light jingle sliced to his ear. He looked.

It’s Spain.

Approaching a stool next to him, he sat, and ordered a sherry.

Connection through silence. Sipping fireworks.

For they knew each other far longer than what these other gentlemen have. They saw each other rise, like Icarus to the sun. They saw each other rule, claiming nothing could stop them. And they fell into the sea, a blizzard of feathers, salt, and wax.

So now they sip liquor in the Old Miller’s pub.

Collapsing. Old. Like them.

No Reprieve:

My first piece for @engspaweek​! I know it’s already 8.24 but I meant to post this yesterday and do another today, so everything is going to be late! I turned a non-historical prompt historical because it gave me an excuse to write about The Spanish Match (the 1600′s one, not Mary’s one), which is one of my favourite historical messes ever. Hope you like it! 

Summary: Unexpected visits can lead to unexpected outcomes and for Arthur and Antonio, nothing has ever been simple.

I’ll prove you’re wrong 7/7

@engspaweek 2018 LAST DAY

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Day: 7

Prompt: #5

Summary: It all ends.

-Arthur! Thanks god you’re awake you made me worry for real!-

-I’m sorry Antonio.-

-You didn’t tried to do it again did you?!-

-Of course I didn’t!

I just felt confused and realized some things…-

-Like What?-

-Like, you were right.-

-Huh?-

-I should move on but

How can I do that? I want to at least be friends with them.-

-Well, I can help you to move on.-

-I know that’s why I realized two things.-

-What things?-

-You won the bet and…-

-And?-

-I’m in love with you Antonio.-

…

He couldn’t believe it, those words, he had wished to someday hear them.

Antonio had always thought he hated Arthur but he then started to fall for him.

Arthur was scared of what his reaction would be, but then it happened.

A kiss.

Antonio with tears on his eyes, love in his heart and Arthur in his arma, started kissing him, slowly, tasting every bit of the beautiful man, and due to their godamned need for air, he pulled away.

-Be my boyfriend-

-What?-

-You said you’d do whatever I told you to if I won. So you are staying with me forever.-

-Yes don’t worry.-

-I am here.-

…

Season 2 coming soon

Antonio thought he had it all. By day he was a talented dancer, living in his best friend’s cafe, and by night he was Duende, thief extraordinaire. With his charms and quick feet he went from rumour to legend fast, but in turn he became hopelessly blind.

He did not care for the police, or the media, and in his arrogance he failed to notice Spectre; a new thief fiercely determined to make his acquaintance.

Prompt #14 for @engspaweek and #EngSpaDay2018

@pindanglicious for giving us such an amazing week, thank you very much!!

lmao spuk dayyyyyy im so pissed off bcs tumblr wont let me post these 5 entries in a set 😡

day 5 & day 6 for @engspaweek

day 3 & 4 of @engspaweek

I’ll prove you’re wrong 6/7

@engspaweek 2018

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Day: 6

#EngSpaDay2018

Prompt: #20

Summary: Due to all his stress and mixed emotions, Arthur gets ill while Antonio is out.

Antonio had woken up early that Thursday, he had to go shopping, he was concerned about Arthur though.

He had not woken up yet which was really strange. He wanted to check if he was alright but what had happened the last two days had him down so he decided it was better not to disturb him.

Arthur was having a high fever.

The day before, after that wave of emotions and realizing his feelings for Antonio, made him dizzy and when he went to sleep he had passed out.

Hours passed and Antonio had arrived home.

-Arturo~- He called.

-R2D2!!!

-Arturito~- There was no response.

-Amor de mi vida~

-Arthur?- He started getting worried, it was really weird so he decided to walk into his room

Just to see Arthur’s figure on the floor.

I’ll prove you’re wrong 5/7

@engspaweek 2018

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Day: 5 (late)

Prompt: #8

Summary: Arthur is down about the meeting he had the day before with America and France, and is also jealous about Antonio’s relationship with Romano, he’s not quite good at hiding it, however Antonio is always oblivious.

-Are you okay?- asked the spaniard -Oh Yes, I’ve NEVER BEEN HAPPIER IN MY BLODDY LIFE!-.

It was their fifth day living together, and he had started getting kinda jealous, mad and sarcastic all at the same time.

-Okay… Then why are you shouting?-

-Don’t you understand sarcasm?!-

Antonio couldn’t understand that explosive temperament of his it reminded him of…

-Romano- he said.

-What?-

-You’re acting like Romano-

That was it, he had got to his nerves and Arthur was about to explode.

-DO NOT COMPARE ME WITH HIM! I HATE BEING COMPARED TO OTHER PEOPLE!- Arthur was on the verge of tears, he wasn’t able to control himself anymore.

-AND I’M MAD BECAUSE YESTERDAY I TOLD THE TRUTH TO FRANCIS AND ALFRED BUT THEY DIDN’T BELIEVE ME AND-

Arthur was suddenly cut off by Antonio who had pinned him against a wall.

-Look, I’m sorry about what happened yesterday but, you do need to let them go, you need to move on. Also… by any chance, are you… Jealous?- Antonio said with a smirk and leaning closer to Arthur.

-WHAT?!-

-Don’t worry! You are way prettier when you’re blushing.-

This made Arthur blush, his heart started beating faster, he then realized, he had fallen for him.

As the Ripper roams the streets, and Victorian London falls to chaos, Constable Arthur Kirkland regrets his lowly status. His missions are often petty, and insulting, until he is tasked to board a train, and confront the strangest criminal of them all.

Prompt #15 for day six of @engspaweek