#🌹temptation

[forbidden-fruit-ships]

Casual groping wifh your f/o. You’re just so obsessed with their body, you can’t resist grabbing them when you have the chance. Their lovely thighs, their chest, their ass, — everywhere is yours. You just love to remind them.

[taegularities]

No but actually oc has a fear of abandonment and you saying jk will have to leave her for a while in the next chapters.. how will they handle it 😭😭

they barely will :( thing is that oc is even a lil more broken at that time than she's now, so it's really not going to be easy :((( jk's mood will be 📉 upon being away from her

[reddragon-cowboy]

HEAD RUB | Drabble Prompt

Spike lied with his back stretched on the couch, patches of bandages stuck on different parts of his body due to his wounds afflicted from his latest bounty hunt. But he wasn't alone. Niah was in close quarters to provide warm company, seated on the cushion beside his head, gentle motions of her hand threading through his wild mane as she stroked his dark hair while the T.V played some comedy sitcom.

He asked a few minutes ago ( as he watched her walked by ) if she could rub his head because of the pain that ravaged his limbs ( despite her pointing out, with a funny look about her face: ❝ would that just aggravate your headache even more? ❞ ) but he made a quick excuse, fiddling with her sensitive nature, that this pain, in particular was emotional - as if she'd ever fall for such irony from the only stoic man she'd ever known. The young woman chooses to humor him, though, since he doesn't often invite another for physical touches, but the bounty hunter knew her well enough at this point, that her natural inclination to offer comfort in general, whether suffering from the empty pain of bullet holes or emotional scars, was a habit she couldn't resist.

The back of his head now propped upon her lap, he lay there with eyes shut from his surroundings, relaxed, content as he felt the gentle gesticulation of her fingers continue weaving their way through his thick, curly strands that he could never quite care to manage to tame. And a faint hint of a smile lingers as he hums silently in pleasure.

*Bonus*

Spike: *His eyes stay closed as he starts purring*

Niah: *Stops stroking his hair* what

Spike: what

[rosietrace]

Imagine an ask game based on Taylor Swift eras hahaha I'm definitely not considering making that for an event

[nina-ya]

• law masterlist • other characters masterlist •

Key: ❤️ = fluff 💧= angst 🌹= suggestive 🔥= nsfw

Monkey D. Luffy Patching up Luffys Wounds❤️ Luffy comforting you after a nightmare ❤️ Ways That Luffy Wordlessly Says "I Love You"❤️ New Years Kisses ❤️ Waiting for Luffy to Wake Up After Marineford ❤️💧 Luffy noticing your nails Painted ❤️ Clingy Luffy ❤️ Late Nights ❤️ Jerking off Luffy 🔥 Wheel of Pleasure🔥 Premature Ejaculation 🔥 you get hurt 💧 Luffy helping needy readerLuffys scar❤️Eating with Luffy ❤️Loving Luffy ❤️

Roronoa Zoro Patching up Zoros Wounds ❤️ "You took all the pillows so I'm using you as one" ❤️ Ice Skating With Zoro ❤️ Ways That Zoro Wordlessly Says "I Love You" ❤️ Long Live ❤️ Injured Zoro and Desperate Kisses❤️ New Years Kisses ❤️🌹 Skincare with Zoro ❤️ Being Needy 🌹 Seeing Your Long Hair For The First Time ❤️ Three times You Tried to Confess to Zoro and the One Time That You Did ❤️ Digital Temptations 🔥 Halloween Mirror Sex 🔥 Premature ejaculation 🔥 Eating you out 🔥 Zoro + praise 🔥 When you fake it 🔥 Loving Zoro❤️

Vinsmoke Sanji Patching up Sanjis Wounds ❤️ Paper Rings ❤️ Halloween Cooking with Sanji 🌹 Three Times You Tried to Confess to Sanji and the One Time That You Did ❤️ Happy Birthday (to you) ❤️ Ways That Sanji Wordlessly Says "I Love You" ❤️ New Years Kisses 🌹 Early Mornings❤️ "The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop." 🌹 Premature Ejaculation 🔥 Loving Sanji ❤️ Sweet Like Honey 🔥

Usopp Charades with Usopp❤️

Strawhats Strawhats first introduced to a strong reader❤️

Nami with a sweet and loving boyfriend (headcanons)❤️

Robin with a sweet and loving boyfriend (headcanons)❤️

[nohalosinhell-archive]

"If Adam continues to use Hell as his dumping grounds, I don't know that we'll have a choice but to get involved."

"Don't give two shits about what is going on in heaven. The place was a mess when I left. I imagined it would be a mess now. As long as this doesn't spill in my turf it's not my biz."

[monratarot]

Love in the first half or March 2024💌

Pick a card reading💖

Hello everyone! March is here so I guess that everyone is curios how this month will be for them. This is a simple and a short guidance reading in love for the first half of the month.

Pick the pile that you are most drawn to and scroll down to read about your love situation in the first half of March.

Takes what resonate with you because remember that this is just a general reading and it might not apply for everyone.

Don't forget to like/reblog/comment and follow me! I would really appreciate it because it will help my blog grow!

So let's get started! Enjoy!💟

Moni🧚🏻‍♀️

🌛🔮🌜Pile 1 🌛🔮🌜Pile 2 🌛🔮🌜Pile 3

🔮✨🃏⚖️🎯🍀💫🌠💘💕💖🔮✨🃏⚖️🎯🍀💫🌠💘💕💖

Pile 1🧸❤️🧸❤️♥‿♥

🎀temptation and seduction - being swept off your feet

🎀 being blinded by emotions or desires - need to be cautious and use discernment

🎀 being caught up in fantasy or unrealistic expectations

🎀being influenced by illusions or false promises - easily swayed or manipulated

🎀being at a crossroads and needing to make a difficult decision

🎀 being vulnerable to deception or betrayal

🎀 need to trust your instincts and intuition

🎀need to take a step back and reassess the situation

🎀need to be honest with yourself and others

🎀patience, hard work, and dedication will pay off in the end

🎀possibility of starting a family or expanding your current one

🎀 being practical and grounded in your approach to relationships and finances will lead to success

🎀overall, a time of happiness, abundance, and prosperity in all aspects of your life.

🎀time for pampering yourself, creating a beautiful environment

🎀celebrating life, enjoying the finer things

🎀showering loved ones with affection

🎀 embracing the beauty in life, finding joy in the little things

🎀 communication is key in your relationships, make sure to express your needs and listen to the needs of others

🎀you may feel overwhelmed at times, but remember to stay focused and keep pushing forward

🎀consider seeking advice or guidance from a mentor or trusted friend to help you navigate challenges

🎀self-care is important during this time, make sure to take breaks and recharge when needed

🎀overall, stay committed to your goals and have faith that things will work out in the end.

⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ You can deal with:

🌸musician

🌸fashion designer

🌸photographer

🌸creative directors

🌸graphic designers

🌸 make-up artists

🌸hair stylists

🌸 choreographers

🌸event planners

🤍ʚ🧸ɞ☁️🤍ʚ🧸ɞ☁️🤍ʚ🧸ɞ☁️🤍ʚ🧸ɞ☁️🤍ʚ🧸ɞ☁️🤍ʚ🧸ɞ☁️

Pile 2°˖➴➵⋆｡° 🏹 ✩💌

🌹 being receptive to guidance from a higher power or spiritual realm

🌹trusting in divine timing and surrendering to the flow of life

🌹emotional healing and introspection

🌹 tapping into your intuition for creative inspiration

🌹maintaining a sense of mystery and allure in relationships

🌹seeking solitude and introspection to gain clarity on a situation

🌹connecting with the divine feminine/masculine energy within yourself

🌹finding balance between your inner world and outer reality

🌹 embracing the unknown and allowing yourself to be guided by intuition and instinct

🌹appreciating the simple pleasures in life, focusing on what truly matters in life

🌹 building a strong foundation for your future, planning for the long term

🌹 being cautious with your resources, being prudent with your investments

🌹working together as a family to achieve common goals

🌹 celebrating the achievements and successes of your family

🌹being there for each other in times of need

🌹 creating a sense of security and stability for your family

🌹cherishing the memories and traditions of your family

🌹ego-driven conflicts, arguments and conflicts

🌹 jealousy and possessiveness

🌹competitive behavior in relationships

🌹 possible power struggles in relationships or at work; be aware of manipulation or control issues

🌹need to assert yourself and stand up for what you believe in

🌹 keep calm and stay focused on your goals, despite challenges and conflicts

🌹 communication breakdowns may occur, so be clear and concise in your interactions

🌹 work on finding common ground with others rather than focusing on differences

🌹 seek compromise and understanding in difficult situations

🌹overall, stay true to yourself and maintain your integrity, even in the face of adversity.

⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ You can deal with:

🌸archaeologists

🌸architects

🌸landscape designers

🌸 psychologists

🌸estate agents

🌸child protection officers

🌸home decorators

🌸 art collectors

🌸 surgeon

🌸wedding planner

୧⍤⃝💐🎀💌💓࿔*:･‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.୧⍤⃝💐🎀💌💓.ೃ࿔*:･‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Pile 3𓍢ִ໋🌷֒✧ ༘ ⋆｡♡

🍓self-destructive behaviors and unhealthy relationships

🍓 disharmony and imbalance in relationships

🍓 being trapped in a cycle of negative patterns

🍓need to break free from toxic influences and embrace positive change

🍓re-evaluate your relationships and make healthy choices

🍓seek balance and harmony within yourself before seeking it in relationships

🍓being drawn towards unhealthy habits or relationships

🍓being consumed by negative emotions and behaviors

🍓the importance of setting boundaries and prioritizing your own well-being

the necessity of letting go of toxic relationships or situations in order to find true happiness and fulfillment

🍓future - moving on, accepting what cannot be changed, finding peace and healing

🍓 potential for renewal and growth if you can find the strength to move forward and seek out new opportunities and experiences. It encourages you to focus on what you still have rather than what you have lost, and to seek support from others to help you through difficult times.

🍓stepping out of your comfort zone in the name of love ,taking risks for the sake of romance

🍓 feeling alive and invigorated by the excitement of love

🍓embracing the uncertainty of new relationships

🍓being swept off your feet by a whirlwind romance

🍓 allowing yourself to be vulnerable and open to love

🍓 seeing the beauty in every moment spent with your partner

🍓 choosing to follow your heart instead of your head

🍓 committing to a future filled with love and adventure

🍓creating new memories and experiences with someone special

🍓feeling a deep connection and understanding with your partner §

🍓embracing the magic and wonder of love

🍓don't be afraid to open up and share your emotions with your partner or potential love interest, communication is key in any relationship.

🍓explore new hobbies or activities together to create lasting memories.

🍓emotional depth, creativity, and intuition; stay true to your feelings and follow your heart in all aspects of your life; be open to new experiences and relationships, and remain true to your ideals and dreams; trust that love and fulfillment are on the horizon.

⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ You can deal with:

🌸professional fitness instructor

🌸nutritionist

🌸chef

🌸teacher

🌸photographer

🌸 business owner

🌸event planner

🌸lawyer

🌸journalist

🌸interior designer

🌸landscape gardener

[psychics4unet]

What Each Tarot Card Reveals About Your Romantic Life! 💖🔮

Hey everyone,

Ever wondered what the tarot cards say about your love life? Whether you’re looking for clarity on a current relationship or hoping to uncover what the future holds, each tarot card has its own message when it comes to romance. Here’s a breakdown of what each card can reveal about your love life. Get ready for some love insights! 💫💕

The Lovers: This card is all about deep connections and meaningful partnerships. It often signifies a strong romantic bond or a choice between lovers. Expect passion and harmony. 💘

The Empress: This card represents abundance, nurturing, and fertility. In love, it suggests a period of growth and emotional fulfillment. It’s a great sign for those looking to expand their family or deepen their relationship. 🌹

The Two of Cups: This card symbolizes partnership, mutual respect, and attraction. It’s a positive sign for new relationships or deepening existing ones, highlighting a strong emotional and romantic connection. 💑

The Four of Wands: This card represents celebration and stability. In love, it indicates a happy relationship milestone, such as an engagement or a significant commitment. 🎉

The Star: This card signifies hope, healing, and inspiration. In the context of love, it suggests that a period of renewal and optimism is on the way, bringing healing to past wounds. ✨

The Sun: This card is all about joy, positivity, and success. In love, it indicates a bright and happy relationship, full of warmth and shared happiness. 🌞

The Ace of Cups: This card represents new beginnings in love, emotional fulfillment, and spiritual connections. It’s a great sign for new romantic opportunities or a fresh start in a current relationship. 💧

The Ten of Cups: This card symbolizes emotional contentment and lasting happiness. It’s a sign of a fulfilling and harmonious relationship, where dreams and goals align beautifully. 🏡

The Hermit: This card suggests introspection and solitude. In love, it may indicate a need for personal reflection or time apart to gain clarity on your feelings and desires. 🌌

The Devil: This card can represent temptation, obsession, or unhealthy patterns. In love, it’s a reminder to address any issues of dependency or control in your relationship. 🔥

The Tower: This card signifies sudden change or upheaval. In a love context, it may suggest a shake-up or revelation that will lead to growth and transformation in your relationship. ⚡

The Hanged Man: This card represents a period of waiting or suspension. In love, it may indicate the need to pause and reflect before making any major decisions about your romantic life. ⏳

The Fool: This card is all about new beginnings and taking risks. In love, it suggests a fresh start or a spontaneous new romantic adventure. It’s a call to embrace the unknown with optimism. 🌟

The Moon: This card symbolizes intuition, illusions, and emotions. In love, it can indicate confusion or the need to trust your instincts to navigate your romantic situation. 🌙

The Magician: This card represents manifestation and potential. In love, it suggests that you have the power to create the romantic relationship you desire through intention and action. ✨

Curious about how these cards might apply to your love life? Feel free to reach out for a paid and personalized reading at: 💌

[marz-barzz]

The joy of carnality

Sfw, potentially suggestive (no bits or tits), I was inspired by cannibalism as a metaphor for intimacy

°. •┈꒰ა🌹໒꒱┈• .°

I love the smell of your perfume. It was sweet and filled my nose like a deadly smoke, warning me of the danger ahead.

And yet I proceed, holding you as you kiss my neck. Your bites were harsh, but I loved them all the same, your lips soothing the damaged and tender skin. Relishing in the way you devoured me, my eyes shut as I inhale your captivating scent by the lungful.

Your lips stain red with blood as you rip through the tender meat of a lamb. Your pearly white teeth, neat as a military graveyard, blood tainting their pristine white, like a wolf biting into a fresh kill. I imagine it's my blood instead, indulging on my flesh with grace as you chew through each piece of meat, sipping my tears of bliss as if wine in your silver goblet.

I adore your smile. The fangs in your mouth are just a tease and a delightful rush for my poor soul and bring me down to my knees. Silently, I plead with my eyes to give into the sin of devouring my depraved skin.

The sound of your moans when you feast on me sends me to hell and burns my skin with the fires of passion. For the temptation of your hunger drives me mad in the best ways I've ever known. How you hum and giggle in delight as you taste me. Elegantly thin fingers hold me as you sigh with satisfaction, your gluttony satiated for now as I lay unfurled and a mess from your love.

°. •┈꒰ა🌹໒꒱┈• .°

[x-press-it]

Devilish Desires - 3/8

Dangerous Temptations, Irresistible Touch 🎞️❤️‍🔥🌹⚔️🖤💻🖱️

Sub!Logan Howlett x Dom!OC (They/Them)

Summary: Logan, typically guarded and dominant, finds himself captivated by E, a mysterious being with a devilish allure and ancient presence that challenges his control.

Context: This story unfolds 'within' the "Days of Future Past" new timeline, during Logan's early years as a history teacher at Xavier’s School. It’s set well before his consciousness from the original timeline reconnects with him in 2023, as seen at the film’s end.

Content Warnings (for the whole story): Smut 18+ (Dry humping, Edging, Unprotected p in v.) - Dom!Logan into Sub!Logan - Pet Names (Good boy, pretty boy, pet, pup, amongst others…) reversed age gap (Logan is younger) - OC Notes: Established name, backstory, powers, fighting style, female body but gender fluid character (Logan misgender them at first because he doesn’t know, even in the descriptions) - Mention of other character from the MCU and subtle references to the comics for flavor (not mandatory to understand what is happening) - Flash back and mention of past trauma - Very quick mentions of drugs - Fluff with Dark Undertones: Emotional tension and possessive affection - Worship Themes: Religious imagery, reverent language and awe - Ancient Mysticism: References to otherworldly or demonic presence - Mental Health: Power dynamics, personal vulnerabilities - Trope: Rivals to lovers.

I'm back after 10 years of iatus and fairly new to how things are done on tumblr now, so sorry if I missed any warnings. Also english isn't my first language so there might be typos/weird sentences...

Notes: Got very inspired by sub!Logan and repeated listening of "Between wind and water" by Hael. Cover made with canva from an idea I got from this post. If you know who made the picture, tell me so I can credit them - Click on the divider to find the creator. Also this was meant to be an imagine turned into a full story. Just so you know, some chapters are very short, other are long. I'm in the process of editing/writing/rewriting parts so I'll post a chapter everytime I have one fully edited. This chapter was hard to wrestle with, but I won! Mention of legal stuff but I'm no lawyer so there might be inconsistencies ^^" Also brace yourself, power shift incoming.

Need some music? I've got you

Previously: in Devilish Desires

Chapters: 3/8

Word Count: 7.1K / 60K+ for now

Sunlight filtered through the wide windows of Charles' office, casting a warm glow over the mahogany desk and polished floors. Logan paused in the doorway, feeling the familiar tension coil through him even before he fully entered. His gut twisted as he took in the sight of E leaning casually against the desk, one hip propped up, her head already turned toward the door, watching him approach. The calm, focused look on her face set him on edge, like she was always one step ahead, pulling unseen strings. Every time he saw her, it felt like she dug her claws deeper into his space, into him, without even trying.

"Logan, come in." The professor’s voice was warm, though there was a hint of tiredness to it. "We were just finishing up. Have a seat."

Logan ignored the invitation, his arms crossing over his chest as his eyes locked on E. “What’s this about?”

Charles gestured to the papers on his desk. "As you know, the school is growing, and with that comes more scrutiny from the government." He glanced at E, then back to Logan. "That’s why we worked on some contracts—to make everything as official and seamless as possible. We want things above board, so no one has any reason to be suspicious of us."

Logan’s pulse quickened as Charles spoke, each word digging into a place he’d thought had scarred over but never truly healed. He could feel the weight of the documents between them, a weight pressing down on his chest, squeezing until he couldn’t breathe. Just the mention of those papers, the mere sight of them, was like a trigger pulled—snapping him back to shadows he’d fought to bury. Contracts meant control; control meant deceit. Old instincts roared awake, instincts that told him to fight, to claw his way free. His mind twisted back, unbidden, to the sharp crack of a pen against paper, his name signed under false pretenses. Faces flashed before him, cold and detached, each one using him as if he were nothing more than sharpened adamantium, each one an anchor dragging him back to glimpses of a past he desperately tried to escape, yet crave to piece back together at the same time.

Memories slammed together—soldiers' cries, the dead weight of bodies, his own silent rage coiled like barbed wire around his gut. Promises broken, betrayals… He could barely register the room around him, the walls that meant safety and acceptance. All he felt now was the past closing in, like a cage—restrictive, suffocating. And then a single thought broke through, a rough mantra, ringing into his head, so loud it pulled him from the spiral: “Today is victory over yourself of yesterday…”

Logan blinked hard, shaking his head as he forced himself back to his senses, the slow ache of his claws tearing through his knuckles breaking through the fog. With gritted teeth, he pulled them back before they became visible. After a short sigh, his eyes flicked from the papers to E, then to Charles, his scowl deepening. “This is bullshit. I’m not some soldier you can pin down with paperwork, Chuck.” His voice was low, the ghost of past betrayals still burning in his chest as his hand clenched tightly at his side. “I don’t belong to anyone, and I sure as hell don’t need to be tied up in a contract like this. I’ve been here long enough, and I’m not about to start following rules that don’t make sense to me.”

Charles clasped his hands together on his desk, his voice soft but firm, trying to ease the distress he saw in his friend’s behavior. “Logan, you’re right,” he validated, calm yet earnest. “You’re no soldier here—you’re a mentor, and you’ve proven that. But this contract is necessary. You know the risks; despite Raven’s actions, the government is still watching mutants closely after all these years. These contracts are for the teachers’ protection, for the students, and for the school itself.”

His expression was calm, deliberate, like he was teaching a class. Logan could see the weight of responsibility on Charles's shoulders, a reminder of the burdens they all carried. “It’s a formality to ensure you’re recognized as part of the staff. If they start asking questions, this contract might be our best defense.”

He held Logan’s gaze, the tension building in the air between them. In a quieter tone, he added, “This isn’t about control; it’s about security. If something were to happen, this paperwork could mean the difference between staying under the radar and drawing unwanted attention.” Logan felt a flicker of unease at the thought but pushed it aside, his feral pride refusing to let him show any weakness in front of E.

He shook his head, the tension in his shoulders thickening with each word. “A formality? Security? It’s a damn leash, that’s what it is! And I know she’s behind this.” His tone was sharp, the accusation clear as his chin jerked toward E, his eyes still on Charles.

E raised a brow, a slight smirk dancing at the corner of their lips. “They,” they corrected smoothly, their voice slipping in like silk over a blade.

Logan’s eyes snapped to her face, his brows knitting in confusion, anger swirling in his glare. “What?”

“You said ‘she,’” E explained, their tone lilting with amusement, not even flinching under the weight of his gaze. “I prefer ‘they.’”

For a second, Logan blinked, caught off guard. The shift in their demeanor—so detached, almost playful—disarmed him. It was a rare response to his fury, and it chipped away at the anger bubbling in his chest. He gave a quick, gruff nod, like a student getting a slap on the wrist for falling into a master’s trap. “Right. They.”

His lips pressed into a firm line, the weight of the situation settling like a stone in his gut. Yet, that primal part of him refused to fold so easily. “But that ain’t the point. The point is, I’m not signing a damn thing before I’ve read it. I’m not some teacher that punches a clock. You know me, Charles.”

Charles nodded, like he expected this. “I do, my friend. And I don’t want to force you into anything you’re uncomfortable with. But it’s necessary. If you’re going to keep mentoring, you need to be recognized officially as part of the school’s staff.”

Logan’s jaw clenched as his gaze flicked from the papers back to E, who hadn’t taken their eyes off him. His fingers twitched, itching to pull at the collar of his shirt, the weight of the contract already tightening around his neck.

A metallic muffled sound came from under E’s jacket’s sleeve as they shifted, leaning into their stance with one hand on Charles’ desk, the other resting on their waist and Logan’s eyes were drawn, almost against his will, to the subtle curve of their chest beneath the deep red blouse. The top few buttons were undone, revealing just a hint of cleavage, a thin golden chain that held a delicate white pearl, resting against their skin. For a second, his thoughts strayed before he forced his gaze back up, catching the faint hint of their dark horns just peeking from under their hair—a sharp reminder of exactly who he was dealing with.

“It’s just official paperwork, Logan,” they said, voice smooth with a playful lilt, enjoying the ripple of energy they felt from him as his thoughts wandered, though their expression stayed composed. “I can help you with the legal mumbo jumbo if you’re having trouble. I’d be happy to give you a private lesson… walk you through all the fine print, personally.”

Logan’s cheeks flushed, just for a second, barely noticeable beneath his hardened exterior, but it was there. E could feel the familiar tingle coming from him, that want simmering beneath his anger. His jaw tightened, fists clenching at his sides, and he shot them a glare, willing the heat away as if it’d been nothing. “I ain’t havin’ trouble with anything,” he growled, his voice low and rough. But E simply watched him with an amused, knowing glint in their eye, a faint laugh catching under their breath.

Charles, observing the exchange, raised an eyebrow, eyes twinkling with the slightest bit of humor. Clearing his throat gently, he spoke up in to ease the rising tension. “E, let’s not push too hard. Logan’s cautious, but we need to find a compromise. And Logan, I’m afraid that until we reach an agreement that satisfies both sides, I’ll have to ask you to step down from your teaching position. I can’t risk the school’s safety.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut. Logan stiffened, his fists clenching harder, knuckles now white. Stepping down? It felt like an ultimatum, but Charles wasn’t wrong. The safety of the school had always come first. E’s gaze softened just slightly, though he could still see that flicker of amusement in their eyes. “You’re right, Professor. My apologies.” They turned to Logan, offering a nod. “I got carried away—it was unprofessional of me. I understand where you’re coming from, and I’m willing to collaborate with you so we may find a solution that works for both parties.”

As E pulled away into their composed demeanor, he felt the thread coiling in his gut relaxing, leaving him more room to breathe.

Logan wasn’t used to them backing down that easily, and it threw him for a second. He shifted, narrowing his eyes in suspicion, his faint scowl deepening as he muttered, “Huh?” It was as if a switch had flipped, and he couldn’t help but wonder what their angle was. “Okay?”

And E could have left it there, but something inside urged them to add, a spark of teasing in their gaze, “After all, you’re not one to play by anyone else’s rules. So why not help shape the ones that work for you?”

Logan shot them a sharp look, their words sinking in slowly. He hated how they got under his skin, how easily they seemed to read him. But they weren’t wrong, either.

He took a breath, unclenching his hands, though he still felt like a cornered animal. “Fine. We’ll work something out. But I’m not signing anything that tries to box me in, Charles. I need enough room to be me.”

Charles’s expression softened in relief, giving a small nod of approval. “Of course, my friend. Take your time—I want you to feel comfortable with this. We’ll reconvene when you’re both ready.” He paused, glancing at the papers, before adding, “In the meantime, I’ve got other work that requires my attention.”

Logan barely registered the Professor dismissing them, his mind still tangled in the strange feeling of the interaction. E pushed off the desk gracefully, straightening the black jacket of their suit before gathering their things with practiced ease. When they finally stepped out of Charles’ office, Logan followed them out into the hallway. They walked in silence for a beat, the air between them still buzzing, though less tense than before. Yet, their scent still lingered—smoky, with a hint of spice—reminding him of their presence. And E, in turn, felt the simmering conflict inside him—the push and pull of resistance and attraction. It wasn’t enough to satiate them, but it would have to do for now, even if it left them wanting more. They allowed a brief, satisfied smile to ghost across their lips before tucking it away, resuming a more reserved expression.

“When do you want to go over the documents?” E’s voice was professional once more, all traces of their earlier playfulness gone, though a flicker of something else remained behind their eyes, like they were holding back.

Logan glanced over at them, still surprised by how quickly they’d shifted gears. This side of them—focused, efficient—was easier to handle. He could deal with this.

“Tomorrow, maybe. Got some time around three.”

E nodded, a hint of consideration in their gaze despite the reluctance in his tone. “I could make that work. We’ll go over everything, step by step. No surprises.”

The calm confidence they exuded kept catching him off guard, and against his better judgment, he found himself watching them differently. Was there more beneath that troublemaker act they put on around him?

E must’ve felt his gaze because they turned slightly, offering a small, almost sincere smile. “I’ll see you then.” Their voice was all business, but a hint of warmth slipped through—without the usual edge of teasing.

Logan grunted in response, but as they walked away, something lingered at the edge of his mind. Yes, there might be more to them than the predatory front they’d shown since they met. And maybe, just maybe, they weren’t as much trouble as he thought.

Or perhaps it was a ploy to lure him in, to make him relax and step willingly into their web. In any case, he wasn’t about to let his guard down. Not yet.

The library was quiet in the mid-afternoon light when Logan arrived, the subtle scent of aged paper and polished wood mixing with the now too familiar blend of spice wrapped in smoke. He pushed the door open with a soft creak, eyes immediately scanning the room, and sure enough, there they were—already seated at one of the large tables, surrounded by hefty open books, scattered documents, and a legal pad filled with meticulous notes.

E barely glanced up as he approached, their focus sharp on the papers spread out before them. The soft scratching of their pen on the smooth surface filled the air, the fluidity of their movements mesmerizing, almost hypnotic. Every action was deliberate, from the graceful lines they traced to the calm demeanor they carried.

Logan stood there for a moment, taking it all in—the precision and quiet focus they exuded. He couldn’t help but notice the neatness of their work: each point laid out clearly, with little diagrams and annotations. It wasn’t just thorough; it was methodical yet beautiful, almost like an art form. Even their handwriting, flowing effortlessly across the page—a blend of sharp angles and elegant curves—was damn near perfect.

He cleared his throat, and E, still writing, held up a finger, brows furrowed in focus. The gentle chime of their bracelets—three in total, one gold and two red—sounded as they moved, the soft music an elegant counterpoint to the silence. They needed to finish that thought, not wanting to lose their concentration. Logan waited for a few heartbeats, struck by the command in their motion, a powerful yet silent order that stoked the embers they had nestled in his chest during the last couple of weeks. When E finally looked up, their gaze met his with calm professionalism, but there was a flash of something else—an interest that sharpened their eyes, just for a heartbeat, before it vanished.

"You're early," they noted, their voice soft but steady, carrying just enough weight to catch his attention. "I wasn’t expecting you for another…” They quickly glanced at the delicate golden watch on their wrist. “… half hour, at least." There was a pause, and E gestured toward the chair on the other side of the table. "Please, sit."

Logan obeyed reluctantly, still unsettled by the way they were behaving—cold, detached, like they were someone else entirely. The tension between them had loosened so much he could hardly feel it, as if it might vanish entirely if he tried to reach for it. “Figured I’d get this over with,” he mumbled, his eyes not leaving their face.

A small smile played at the corner of their lips, and they flipped one of the hefty books closed to make room between them, before pushing a section of the contract toward him. "Well, I’ve already gone through most of the legal terms and highlighted the parts you might find concerning. If something still doesn’t sit right with you, we can discuss… adjustments."

Logan raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been busy.”

“I don’t like wasting time on work.” Their eyes flicked to the stack of notes they had assembled, before neatly setting them aside. “Let’s just get through this.”

Logan picked up the contract, flipping through the pages slowly. The neat little annotations caught his eye—small, concise memorandums in that same precise handwriting on flashy sticky notes, guiding him through each clause. As much as he hated to admit it, the thoroughness was impressive. “You really did all this?”

E leaned back slightly in their chair, crossing their arms, a faint smile playing at the corners of their lips, like they were enjoying something only they understood, and he felt a subtle pull inside, a tension stirring. “I told you I’d help you with the legal stuff, didn’t I?”

Logan’s eyes drifted to the pages again, unable to ignore how… perfect their handwriting was. Every sentence was clear, fluid, each letter delicate, intentional. They hadn’t just scrawled down information in a rush—not only they’d taken the time to make it legible, but it also felt like they had crafted something meant to be appreciated, drawn with careful control, patience, like each and every stroke mattered.

“You write like a damn artist,” he muttered despite himself, half impressed, half irked by the precision of it all.

E’s soft chuckle was barely audible, but he caught the faintest hint of satisfaction in their expression as they watched him linger on the page. They were absorbing his reaction, almost savoring it, letting his admiration wash over them like a silent, steady current. “Years of practice,” they replied, eyes glinting with a subtle satisfaction. “Didn’t expect you to notice details like that.”

He grunted in response, still staring at the page before flipping to another section. “I don’t miss much.”

E leaned forward again, the light jingle of their bracelets accompanying the movement as they tapped a finger on one of the highlighted paragraphs. “This part, in particular, is important. It’s a non-disclosure clause. You might want to pay special attention to that.”

Logan followed the motion of their finger, noting the cleanly filed nail that glimmered faintly under the light—maybe some sort of transparent polish? Even that was meticulously done, and the thought made something simmer in him before he blinked it away, refocusing on the contract. “So I can’t say anything about… what, exactly?”

“About the students. The curriculum. The specific ways the school operates,” they clarified, their tone even and clear, leaving no room for confusion, even as a subtle ripple passed between them. “It’s a precaution to ensure no one leaks sensitive information.”

Logan scowled, the idea gnawing at him. “I get why, but it feels like a muzzle.”

E’s gaze softened slightly as they leaned back again, folding their hands neatly on the table in front of them. The metallic sound of their bracelets chimed softly, a delicate accent to the motion. “It can feel that way, yes, but it’s standard for any organization handling confidential matters, especially one like this school. It's about protecting everyone here—especially you and the kids. Though, we can amend the wording if that’ll make you more… comfortable.”

Logan studied their face, taking in the sincerity behind their words. For once, it didn’t feel like they were toying with him or trying to play some angle. They were just doing their job—and a damn good one at that.

He exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t like bein’ locked into something I don’t trust.”

E’s eyes softened as they nodded slowly, their expression understanding. “That’s fair. We can tweak the language so it’s more gray, more aligned with what you’re comfortable with. To give you room to adjust? You don’t have to feel trapped, Logan.”

Logan’s hand rubbed the back of his neck as he sighed. “You’re makin’ it real hard for me to argue, you know that?”

Their smile was faint, their fingers gently drumming on the wooden desk between them. “I’m not trying to make it harder. Just easier for you to see that this isn’t about control. It’s about protecting what you’re building here.”

Logan dropped his eyes to the contract again, that tight, familiar knot in his chest loosening just a bit. He didn’t trust easy—but they were making a damn good case. He couldn’t deny that. He could see how carefully they’d worked through the details, the amount of care they’d put into making this whole thing understandable. It was… reassuring, in a way. As much as he hated to admit it, they had a point. It wasn’t about locking him into anything—it was about making sure everything stayed secure. The kids came first, always.

He met their gaze again, something shifting between them. He still wasn’t ready to trust completely, but at least they were giving him a reason to reconsider. “Alright,” he muttered, almost grudgingly. “Let’s go through it.”

E smiled—this time, it was genuine. Not playful, not teasing, just… genuine, content. They slid a few more papers toward him, their focus back on the work, but Logan couldn’t help but notice the shift in their energy. As they started explaining the finer points, guiding him through each legal term with that same sharp professionalism, he couldn’t help but admire the way they handled things. They were focused, sharp, and professional.

Maybe this was the side of them he could start to respect.

For now.

They’d been at it for hours, bending and reshaping the terms until each clause balanced protection with freedom. E kept their demeanor professional, drawing on every ounce of restraint to keep their voice even and their gaze measured, ignoring the familiar hunger snapping at their focus now and then. And the more they worked, the more they could sense Logan beginning to relax, perhaps appreciating this side of them—this businesslike efficiency that gave him room to breathe, rather than the tension they used to stir in him. He was still sharp and guarded around them, but in the subtle shifts of his body language, they sensed they were both easing into a more comfortable exchange, his trust inching closer as they tweaked the terms to help him maintain his independence.

In his careful consideration of each clause, they saw how deeply he valued his autonomy. His desire to protect the kids and guide them through a brutal world was unmistakable, yet he seemed determined to do it on his own terms. Watching him was like seeing a reflection of their own drive: the same visceral need to resist being anyone’s pawn, to forge a path where people like them weren’t turned into weapons or tools for the powerful. E knew what it was to navigate that treacherous line, to have allies rather than be a pawn, to be indispensable but never owned. Becoming a lawyer had finally allowed them to create partnerships, to protect their independence in a way they hadn’t had in the past.

They looked at Logan now, the way he was part of something great without letting it absorb him, and felt a twinge of resonance. It was like looking into a rippling, distorted mirror: his methods protective where theirs were persuasive, his presence blunt where theirs was all charm and deliberate control. But that difference made sense, considering their mutations. He had claws; they had…this. This carefully wielded hold over emotions. Had they been born with claws, would they have protected instead of manipulated? They weren’t sure.

Their gaze drifted from the paper to his handsome face as they sank into those thoughts, the realization dawning—slow and unexpected—that he wasn’t simply a source of energy, or the toy they’d wanted him to be at first. He was a potential ally in a way few others could be. Someone who might amplify their strength instead of being drained. Not just a meal to be consumed but something rarer—a piece that, in its own strange way, completed the picture of who they could be. As if they were two sides of the same coin.

Lost in thought, they almost missed the slight cough as Logan cleared his throat, his voice breaking through their haze.

“Need a break?” he asked, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, catching them just off guard enough that they had to recompose themselves, reassemble that mask over their features before their thoughts slipped any further into the open.

“No, I’m good,” they replied, eyes turning back to the papers in front of them. “We’re almost done, anyway.” But as they looked away, a thought slipped in—a terrifying, persistent thought.

What if, just for a few moments, they let him see behind the surface?

The more they considered it, the more it tugged at them. Curiosity twisted into need—a need to be seen fully, not just for what they could do or the games they played, but for every scarred, layered piece that made them who they were. Logan was unique, after all. He understood the weight of living too many lifetimes, of carrying too many pasts. Maybe he, of all people, could handle the person they kept buried underneath.

They wrestled with the urge, every instinct resisting, their armor honed by years of experience and necessity. Something deep inside warned it was dangerous—unnecessary. But then again… maybe not. Because the thought kept tugging, whispering that maybe, just maybe, it could be something greater. A partnership that didn’t hinge on pretense or servitude but on something raw and real, something powerful.

Their gaze returned to him, lingering. He was relaxed now, waiting, not pushing. And maybe that’s what finally broke their resolve.

“You know, Logan,” they began, the words slipping out, edged with a subtle amusement that curled at the corners of their mouth. “You’re… an interesting case.” Their tone was light, but Logan could feel the weight behind it, something sharper. “In a world full of people pursuing causes, you stand apart. You’re here, fighting for something, part of a team, a mentor—yet you keep a step back, like you’re in it but always on the edge.”

They took their time, choosing their words carefully. “Not interested in becoming anyone’s weapon. Not about to let anyone make a puppet out of you.” They paused, their smile fading as their peculiar eyes locked with his, earnest, with a hint of challenge. “I respect that about you.”

Logan’s expression shifted, his relaxed posture tensing as he regarded them with a sharp glance. Crossing his arms, he studied their face, searching for their angle. There was no mistaking the twinkle in their gaze, a glint that almost dared him to see through it. He furrowed his brows, but his voice was steady. “Yeah? Well, I don’t dance on anybody’s strings. If I’m fighting for something, it’s because it matters to me. And I do it my way.”

He watched as something flickered in their eyes—a veil lingering for a few heartbeats, like his words had pulled something deep from the shadows of their mind. When their gaze met his again, it was steadier, as if a quiet understanding had slipped between them. “I get that,” they replied, voice low, the words hanging in the air with a quiet finality.

Logan studied them, suspicious of this sudden transparency. “So what? You’re saying you’re the same?” he asked, his tone guarded, almost testing.

“Maybe.” Their mouth curved in a smirk, one that seemed to bare their teeth as much as it smiled. “Let’s say I’ve had experience balancing independence with… affiliations.” They leaned forward slightly, the light metallic sound of their bracelets chiming with the motion, drawing his attention and making his senses sharpen. Their gaze glinted with something that hinted at danger, at control. “When people see power, they get ideas. They get greedy. Sometimes, we have to show them who’s in charge—decide where the lines are, or blur them if it suits us.”

Logan’s brows knit, eyes narrowing. “So, you’re tellin’ me you dance along the line but won’t let anyone hold your strings.” He leaned back, gaze sharp. “How’s that working out for you?”

They gave a light shrug, a glimmer of amusement in their eyes. “You’d be surprised. Charles, for one, respects it—but you already know that.” They smirked, as if holding back a bigger truth. “There are others, too. Equally powerful… Stark, for instance.”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up at the name, genuine interest breaking through his cautious demeanor, crumbs of energy swallowed by E’s greedy hunger. “Stark? As in the Tony Stark?” He couldn’t hide the hint of curiosity in his tone and leaned in, almost imperceptibly. “You actually know the guy?”

They lifted their brows, a small pout on their lips, playing down the significance of it with an offhand shrug, though Logan noticed a spark of pride in their eyes. “Worked with him, actually. Fresh out of law school. I had a friend—blind attorney, good guy—who mentioned Stark needed someone sharp to help… clean up a few things. Secure patents, keep his tech out of the wrong hands.” They kept it vague, partly out of client confidentiality and partly knowing that Logan wasn’t likely interested in legal specifics.

“Not exactly glamorous, but it was an exhilarating start,” they added, the flicker of pride now shining in their voice. “Let’s just say that navigating the minefield of a billionaire’s reputation certainly kept things interesting. And it was good for the notoriety.”

Flecks of emotion brushed against something deep within E—a faint thrill they quickly stifled but couldn’t entirely ignore—as Logan muttered something under his breath, a note of respect edging his tone. He’d always seen Stark as the kind of guy who didn’t trust anyone but himself—and maybe his assistant, or whatever she was now. “Bet that kept you busy.”

A chuckle escaped them, eyes glinting as the soft chime of their bracelets accompanied the sound. “Busy? He kept me on my toes. The man’s got a mind like wildfire; it was a challenge keeping up. But it was… refreshing.” They leaned back, an almost nostalgic look slipping over their face. “I guess it taught me to walk the line, to make a difference without being tied down.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully, intrigued despite himself. The story felt like a glimpse into the puzzle of their past. “So how’d you end up here?” he asked, his curiosity piqued. “Not that I’m sayin’ this place is a downgrade or anything,” he added with a smirk, resting his arms on the table.

They sensed his interest like a pulse, faint but unmistakable. It seeped into them, stirring that familiar, alluring rush, and they let out a soft laugh, an edge of amusement in their eyes. “Did you know Charles and Stark held a gala a few months back to fund the school’s new equipment?”

Logan nodded, some recognition flitting across his face. “I remember hearing about it. Charity thing, wasn’t it?”

“Exactly.” Their voice stayed casual, but their eyes sparkled with the thrill of memory. “That’s where I met Charles.” Their gaze flicked back to him, pausing just long enough to let the moment breathe. “We got along right away. He needed someone to navigate the legalities and ensure the school’s mission stayed protected. A few conversations later, and here I am.” Their eyes held his, a glimmer of interest that wasn’t easily brushed aside, as his curiosity continued to fuel something deep within them.

Logan could feel it too—a pull he couldn’t resist, a delicate pressure building inside him, different from the sharp pull of their first exchanges. This was smoother, quieter, sinking in with each new glimpse he got of E’s story, drawing him in until pulling back wasn’t an option. He sensed the quiet power behind everything they revealed, and it stirred something deeper in him—a mix of respect, intrigue, and the surprising comfort of recognition, that kept the tension going.

He leaned back, crossing his arms again, a smirk tugging at his lips. “So, you just go wherever the cause suits you, huh?” His voice held a challenge underlined by curiosity. “If Stark showed up again tomorrow, you’d be right back in his corner?”

E nodded, unfazed by the edge in his tone. “If his goals align with mine? Yes. Of course I’d work with him again! Without a second thought! Same goes for Charles.” Their gaze softened, a glimmer of conviction breaking through their usually controlled demeanor. “I want to be part of something that matters, Logan.”

Logan studied them, catching just how much they meant it. He’d known E wasn’t anyone’s puppet, but now he could see they weren’t waiting around for someone to hand them a cause, either. They were carving out their own path—fluid, adaptable, going wherever their instincts took them. And he found himself respecting that: their drive, mixed with that fierce independence. Hell, he could relate to it—maybe even admire it a little.

E felt it, the ripple of his respect, like a quiet current feeding into them. For all their control, a spark of satisfaction slipped through their gaze, their mask almost slipping as they met his eyes. His admiration, rare and guarded, felt potent—dangerously so. The energy coursed through them, lingering like a hidden pulse beneath their skin. They shifted slightly, regaining composure before his steady gaze could pierce too deeply.

They looked calm, in control, continuing their previous thought. “I’m loyal to a cause.” Then, their eyes took on a sharper edge, something deeper flickering beneath the surface. “But I’ll never let myself be chained to anyone ever again.”

There was a flash of anger, fierce and unyielding, sparking in their gaze. The quiet chime of their bracelets sounded as they leaned forward, their voice steady but intense. “There’s too much to do, too many ways to make a difference—like what you do here with these kids.”

Logan didn’t miss the brief fire of fury that had slipped through the cracks in their cool confidence, just enough to reveal a scar, raw and unhealed. They didn’t merely have a preference for freedom; it was a need, born from something that had burned them hard and left its mark. That kind of wound didn’t heal easy—he’d know.

He held their gaze, his expression softening with a rare flicker of understanding. E might play at being dangerous and unpredictable, but he was beginning to see past the games, past the mischief. Beneath it all, they weren’t half as threatening as they liked to seem—not to him, anyway. And now he wondered if their determination to make a difference came from more than just ambition. Maybe they were out here carving paths so no one else would have to walk through the fire alone.

Just as quickly, E’s eyes narrowed, the hint of vulnerability vanishing as they pulled themselves back. Their lips curved into a knowing smirk, that easy, predatory edge sliding into place. “What’s with the look, Logan?” they purred, voice rich with playful menace. “Didn’t think I’d have you figured out that quickly?”

He tilted his head, a low chuckle rolling out as his eyes held steady, watching them with newfound clarity. “Long way from that, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice as rough as the smile he wore. His stare cut through their guarded expression, tracing that hidden spark they were still trying to shield. “But I’ve seen enough to figure out there’s a hell of a lot more goin’ on with you that what you let on.”

They scoffed, dismissive as ever, though Logan’s steady gaze didn’t miss the faint, almost imperceptible shift in their eyes, the way they lingered on him just a second too long. They were good at playing the part; he could give them that. And hell, he had to respect it—the way they held their ground, defiant but calm, ready to take on whatever came next. But he’d caught a glimpse behind their guard now—just enough to give him a way in, a thread he could pull if he wanted, evening the power balance between them. A hint of a smirk tugged at his lips; they’d shown him more than they intended, and he planned on playing that to his advantage.

E met his stare, the faintest crease of tension at the edge of their mouth as they spoke. “There’s not much going on with me,” they said smoothly, though their tone carried an edge, a warning, like a line drawn firmly in the sand. “At best, you’ll see someone who’s lived long enough to know that, at some point, we’re just the sum of our own burdens—regrets, pain, and the constant battle to find a place in a world that sees us as either weapon or threat.” They shrugged, gaze cooling as if daring him to contradict them. “I know you know what I mean.”

Logan’s mouth quirked, and he offered a subtle nod. Oh, he knew. He knew that weight, the feeling of being something both feared and useful, but he also saw how tightly they held onto that defensive edge, like armor too important to set aside. And it made sense. If they’d been through even half of what he had, especially as a woman with power, that sharpness was more than just for show—it was a primal instinct born from necessity.

“So, you play the part of the predator, huh?” he asked, his voice casual, almost challenging. “Gotta keep everyone on their toes, or they might see more than you want ‘em to?”

Their gaze hardened slightly, something flickering before they smoothed it over. “It’s survival, hun,” they replied, tone measured with a hint of sarcasm, the nickname sharp on their lips. Their fingers moved up to toy with the delicate golden chain around their neck, the single white pearl shifting gently between their fingertips. “I wasn’t raised to be anyone’s prey. I’ve always been powerful in a way, even before my true nature revealed itself. Living as a mutant in this world means learning to navigate perceptions—people don’t always take well to what they don’t understand. You know that too. So, yes, most of the time, I have to play the predator. It’s how I keep my place in this society.”

Their eyes gleamed, that familiar guarded edge slipping back into place, like steel settling into a sheath. “And maybe it’s the only way I know how.”

The words settled between them, carrying an honesty that almost surprised him. Beneath the mischief and sharpness, he could see the echoes of past battles that had molded them into someone who walked the line between danger and glamor, between freedom and guarded solitude.

“Doesn’t it get exhausting?” he asked, tone light but edged enough to make it clear he wasn’t just making conversation. “Playin’ that part all the time, keepin’ everyone at arm’s length?”

For a split second, something flickered across their face—an almost imperceptible crack—but they smoothed it over with a cool smile. “It’s only exhausting if you don’t know how to handle it,” they replied, looking down at him with a hint of mockery, as if to suggest he wouldn’t know. Leaning back, they reclaimed control of the moment. “Besides, I didn’t walk this path to blend in with the crowd. The world makes demands. I learned early that if I wanted a future worth having, I’d have to shape it myself—alone.”

They straightened with a subtle chime of their bracelets, a glint of pride in their stance, fierce and unyielding, making Logan’s respect tick up a notch, teasing E’s hunger with a rich, electric thrill. They felt it brush against their senses, fueling the simmer beneath their calm. For a fleeting moment, their expression softened, indulging in the warmth of his regard. But it didn’t escape him that beneath their carefully crafted façade lay a quiet kind of fatigue, a weariness he knew too well. They might be used to the role, but that didn’t mean it didn’t take a toll. With a practiced flick of their eyes, they returned to their cool detachment, meeting his gaze with that same untouchable allure, even as their hunger urged them closer.

Logan shifted, crossing his arms loosely, gaze steady as a teasing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes glowing with playful challenge. “Sounds to me like someone’s after more than just puttin’ on a show.”

Their smile froze for the briefest moment, a flicker of tension before they rolled their eyes, snapping the mask back into place. “And you think you know what I’m after?” They raised an eyebrow, voice slipping into that smooth, predatory edge that reminded him just how much they hated being read—just like he did.

“Maybe,” he replied, holding their gaze with that same easy smirk. “Seems like a part of you might want somethin’ more. Connections. Someone to reach out to, now and then. Make it feel less… empty.”

They scoffed, laughter low and guarded as they leaned in, the slight sound of their bracelets punctuating the motion once more. Their voice dropped to a whisper. “Don’t flatter yourself, Logan,” they said, eyes glinting with challenge as they inched closer, the whisper turning almost venomous. “I don’t need anybody, pretty boy. Especially not you.” Both their words and gaze sharpened, a teasing yet defensive spark behind it, though something unspoken lingered there. The faint chime followed their movements, an echo of tension and warning. “You might think you’ve seen through me, but trust me, there’s a lot more here than you’re ready to understand. So, stop digging. You might not like what you find.”

Logan’s smile barely shifted, but he didn’t push further, didn’t try to peel back any more layers. He didn’t need to. He’d seen enough to know that behind the sharp edges and fierce guard, E wasn’t so different from him. And the thing they made him crave these last few weeks might just be the thing they’d craved themselves for a long time.

Silence stretched between them, charged and unbroken, as they sized each other up—E, guarded and fierce behind their confident exterior; Logan, settled and a little more at ease than he’d been since they first met.

He chuckled, a low, quiet rumble that broke the silence and hung in the space between them. A confident smile played on his lips, almost as if he were savoring his small victory. “So,” he murmured, leaning in. “We done here, or… you need me for somethin’ else?” His tone carried a hint of something deeper, something suggestive.

They bristled, the calm mask slipping momentarily as irritation flashed in their eyes, but they regained composure, sliding smoothly into a clipped, professional tone. “If you don’t see any more changes to make, I can take care of the rest. I’ll give you the documents once they’re finalized.”

Logan nodded, his gaze steady as he rose from his chair, towering over them for a brief moment. “Alright,” he said, his voice warm but resolute, like he was sealing an unspoken agreement. “See you around then.”

With that, he turned, heading toward the door. And as he left, he took with him the solid rythm of his presence, that subtle weight of connection they’d woven into him over the past couple of weeks. The room felt colder, emptier without it. The quiet settled in, hollow and gnawing, the sharp hunger suddenly surging in as the connection broke, slipping from their grasp like sand between their fingers.

Alone once again, they could almost feel it—an ache beneath the calm exterior, an unsettling reminder of what he’d managed to stir to life, only to take it away.

To be continued…

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Now, dance with the diamonds! See tapestry glimmer! you both will make up new interior design, these walls and art decor reflects your most inner, this part that is sacret and deeply divine

And suddenly gems of all colors are humming the melody of your own inner design and while your heart's bumping and dancing and drumming, you now feel this voice that is all most sublime

The glimmering cage is your heart’s sacred aura a Wisdom you've searched for through ages of care; its walls have been carved with all sorts of old flora, its jewels - your chakras of magical air

Now - dance to your rhythm! Be true to your story! no, nothing of truth can be held with a lie, for sure you will stumble, not all will be glory, the crucial was that you got up - and tried.

✨ Inspired by my list: ✨🌌Poem’s The Cosmic Poet would want to write in 2024🌌✨ Draft name: 🌹Golden Treasure in the desert

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Teyvat Wonderland

TWISTED WONDERLAND x Genshin Impact Headcanons

This is inspired from the various Tumblr posts about Genshin x TWST

(A/N: THIS IS NOT A FULL STORY but it is written as one)

 Disclaimer: I am just a casual genshin player who don’t read its text lore too much nor an expert of having builds for DPS and such. This headcanon is just based on what I think they would have, idk how DPS, and support characters works)

Summary: What if TWST characters are in the world of Teyvat or the Twisted Wonderland works similarly to the world of Teyvat with their own visions (specific element) and  weapons as if they’re regular civilians in that world or both Teyvat and Twisted Wonderland merged into one.

CHAPTER 0: A TRAVELER FROM ANOTHER WORLD

Let’s say our twisted wonderland cast aren’t students but rather mere civilians living their lives. Yuu is still our isekai protagonist without a vision, Grim is our not floating Paimon who doesn’t fit to be a tour guide and Yuu’s mission is not to find their sibling but rather find a way to go home in their world and by doing that, they need to travel the seven countries/continents to find clues of a way home.

Yuu

Just your Average Traveler

 Rarity: ★★★★★                         Element: None          Weapon: Any(Your Choice)       Attack Type: --

Grim

Tuna loving Companion

 Rarity: ★★★★★                        Element: Pyro        Weapon: Catalyst       Attack Type: Atk Boosting, Healing

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

CHAPTER 1: THE QUEENDOM OF ROSES

This is pretty much like Fontaine. A culture of different sophisticated parties, the home of tea and pastries, the art of theater and the land of justice ruled by the Hydro Archon, Focalors.  Just like in the Twisted Wonderland plot where Yuu first met the Heartslabyul. This is Yuu’s first country to visit.

❤ Ace Trappola ❤

Trickster Knight of Hearts

   Rarity: ★★★★                       Element: Anemo            Weapon: Polearm       Support Type: Atk Boost

Ace Trappola is a rookie soldier in the Queendom under Rosehearts’ platoon. He’s very laid back as a soldier but can be responsible at times when there’s immediate danger or if there’s a senior nearby. He is the very first person Yuu met on their journey. He came across the duo after he got a report of a monster cat stealing a Strawberry tart.

 He caught Grim but Ace had enough temptation to eat it and so he did. Grim complained and Yuu caught the act. Ace, Yuu and Grim formed a mutual alliance to keep it a secret. They had a truce that Ace had to lie to the baker that the monster cat got away and Yuu to not tell anyone that he ate the tart or else his superiors will know.

♠ Deuce Spade♠

Knight of Spades and Cauldrons

   Rarity: ★★★★    Element: Cryo       Weapon: Claymore       Support Type: DPS  or Sub DPS

Deuce Spade is also a rookie card soldier from the Queendom but unlike Ace, he’s a serious soldier who followed the strict laws of the country. He met Yuu and Grim when he caught them talking secretly with Ace in the back alleyway.  He may be one of the enforcers of the law but he did know how the mind of a criminal and a rule breaker works since he was once one of them.

As a former delinquent trying to reform, despite being just a rookie, He’s the bad cop while Ace is the good cop in their partnership. He is capable of interrogation and swearing if he’s in a pissy and angry mood about it, for example if someone caught his nerves. 

Despite his newfound camaraderie with Ace, Yuu and Grim. He really can’t refuse his commander’s orders resulting to him being the one that spilled the beans and reports about the incident.

♦ Cater Diamond♦

Knight of Shuffled Faces

  Rarity: ★★★★

  Element: Water         Weapon: Catalyst       Support Type: Enabling, 

Cater Diamond is Ace and Deuce’s senior in the workforce. He works as a spy for the Queen of Roses with his specialty magic of making multiple doubles of himself. Like Ace, he’s pretty much laid back. He’s someone that you always see at the bar at night having a drink at some party. You would find him tending the rose gardens during his free time.

Cater is the Kaeya of the group. He’s pretty neutral to be honest and once hits on Yuu at their first meeting. When Riddle finds out about the truth about Trey’s stolen tart, he’s the one that helped Ace, Yuu and Grim find fake evidence and gather intel for their supposed innocence. 

♣Trey Clover♣

Knight of Sweet Roses

  Rarity: ★★★★★ in Standard Banner   Element: Dendro          Weapon: Claymore         Support Type: Healing, Battery, DMG-Boosting

Trey Clover is Riddle’s right hand man in the platoon. He’s very approachable and understandable. He’s the only one to calm Riddle down and the mediator between Riddle and his men. For example, the card soldiers would always approach him to file and receive reports instead of going directly to Riddle. 

Even though he’s childhood friends with his commander, he also has his secrets that he kept in regards to his relationship with Riddle. In truth, he really doesn’t want to be part of the Queendom’s military but he did due to his worry for Riddle’s wellbeing. In fact, he has a deep passion for baking.

It was Trey’s family bakery that was involved in Ace’s trial. Although he finds it ridiculous about the simple tart robbery that Ace and Grim got involved in. He was the one that insisted that Yuu would stand up as Ace’s lawyer, although Yuu have any legit credentials for it. With Cater’s help and his connections since he’s so popular,  Cater and Trey assisted Yuu for evidence and credentials in the trial. 

🌹Riddle Rosehearts🌹

Title: Red Rose Sovereign

Rarity: ★★★★★ in Limited Banner   Element: Fire              Weapon : Sword      Support Type: Crowd Control, Debuffing

Riddle Rosehearts is the adopted prince and head commander of the card soldiers for the queen of roses. He is a strict and unapproachable commander who finds difficulty in talking to his peers. The only people he would talk to are his mother, Trey and Cater. He doesn’t mind this since in his ideology, as long as they do things right, that’s what matters.  

Upon hearing the tart incident from Deuce. Even if it was just a common robbery of tarts, Trey’s family wasn’t the one that held the grudge but it was in fact Riddle.

A/N: I would love to read what your takes on this are.

[erthlyheavn]

Scarlet froze. Like a deer caught in headlights as the sin moved around her, unsure of what to do in this situation. However, his next words made her blood run cold.

For a second, she really does think he might sell her back to Crimson and then it will all be over. She inhales sharply, trickles of sweat rolling down her face as she struggles to keep her composure, even as he Asmodeus forces himself into her person space. She wills herself to speak, to protest, to beg--anything. No sound comes out.

She gasps, finding herself pressed against his form. Her wide, fearful eyes looking up at the sin. The moment he mentions the word 'deal' she nods frantically. "Y-yes! I'll do it. I-I'm willing to make a deal with you." That's why she came here in the first place. Scarlet just hoped by the end of this meeting he wouldn't change his mind and follow through on his threat.

“Come on!” The sin stood with his arms wide open, the lights in the room turning up showing his whole body better now. Spotlights focusing on him, almost like he was on a stage while one lights up on top of the lady. “Where is your will to sell? Sell yourself to me. Why should I hire you?” 

The sin moves his claw to play with Scarlet’s hair, twirling her curls on the tip of his finger while he walks around her, stopping on her back.

“I’m sure I could earn a lot of money just.. giving you back to Crimson.” He leans in close, his face moving to the side of hers, laying his chin on her shoulder while tilting his head. A whisper comes out of his lips accompanied by flames on his voice. “But that would be a dick move.. am I right? And I am not a bad guy after all.”

Asmodeus grabs her arm, pulling her to a twirl while he shrinks himself, holding her body with one hand on her back, almost like they were dancing. 

“I can find some use for you, dear. But for that, we got to make a deal.”