#*【 ���I'm not the spirit of any age. ❜ 】 ➤ OOC

[sangcreole]

at this point, every birthday that passes is just me counting how many years older I am than Louis

[bithand]

God Vauquelin really does love his spirit neighbors . . . Catch him in the Converged City marketplace just shooting the breeze

[faeryarchives]

✧˚ · . happy birthday (malleus draconia x reader)

summary: from what malleus understood, birthdays are supposed to be celebrated merrily with family and friends. that is why the fae was so happy to receive your invitation for your special day, but why did he find you alone and crying under the night sky?

warnings: mild angst + slight ooc (its been a loooong time since i wrote for twst 😭)

note: i hope u guys will enjoy and if you ever experienced something like this i am so sorry 🫂 + i am late for malleus birthday so i wrote for twst en 2nd anniv instead hihi

recent fics: in sickness and in health & so what are we? & when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace x reader)

for faes, time is a fleeting moment. having to watch others age and wither away, it was no surprise that malleus finds them so fragile and consistently succumb to age. and yet, malleus still discovers them to be fascinating - especially after he met you.

"are you a visitor? that's surprising. i am (name), the housewarden of the ramshackle dorm. sorry if you want to visit. our place is a little rundown right now, but how can i help you?" 

the peculiar house warden of the ramshackle dorm who never seems to be afraid while being in his presence and even asks him to be his friend. having someone other than his found family in diasomnia, he never thought he would get to learn new things after living for so long.

"oh yeah, i remember now. mal, can you come the day after tomorrow?"

"hmm? i can come here every day if you want, treasure. but why the specific date?" he watched as you became silent momentarily as if hesitating to say something before giving him your usual smile, sending butterflies raging again in his stomach. 

"nothing, i just want to celebrate my birthday with you."

imagine how he was on cloud nine after you invited him on your special day! from what malleus understood, birthdays are supposed to be celebrated merrily with family and friends. and he is very determined to make his gift the best you can get. and a determined malleus draconia won't stop finding a way to make you the happiest one on that day.

"do you think they would like this?" 

"having to receive a gift from you, my liege, is already a blessing!" sebek sobbed with tears comically running down his face, mumbling how he envied you for having the chance to receive a gift from the malleus draconia.

"oh malleus, i am sure little bat would love it." lilia chuckled, seeing the fae panicking over his present, even after spending two whole days and nights to find the perfect one to give you. 

silver, who was watching it all unfold, had a somber expression before sighing deeply. "father is right. i noticed how (name) looked like they were in low spirits earlier, i'm sure it will cheer them up." that seemed to stop malleus in his tracks; you were sad on your special day?

"silver, can you explain more about that?"

"it seems like they were having a bad day; when i greeted them a happy birthday, they looked happy for a moment before walking away looking glum."

that seemed to dampen the mood in the room, not knowing what to say. one look at his watch, lilia couldn't help but gasp in horror. 

"if you spend more time here, you will miss the opportunity to make little bat happy on their special day."

"that would be horrible. i must leave immediately!" in an instant, the dragon fae disappeared, leaving traces of green fireflies in his wake. seeing how rushed he went out, lilia couldn't help but let out a loving sigh.

"ah, young love!"

the fae appeared in his usual spot at the massive tree by your dorm, expecting to hear cheers and singing of happy birthday for you because, according to lilia, birthday celebrations are usually loud. but to his surprise, he was met with silence and a seemingly empty building.

"...oh? has the party not started yet? or is it finished?" 

malleus looks around to find any signs of you or your friends - a pout forming on his lips, feeling sad that he might have missed your birthday celebration. that is, until he passed by the field you two always walked by during your night trips. that is when he finally found you, facing the flower field while curling yourself into a ball. from where he was standing, he could see your figure shake, followed by the sound of your voice

'(name)...?'

"i just want to feel special just one time..." he watches as you try wiping the tears rolling continuously down your face but to no avail, echoes of your cries being carried away by the wind. malleus knew he should do something but couldn't bring himself to move from his spot.

because it is the first time he has ever seen you cry. 

"... i already knew i wasn't worth anyone's time," you mumbled and sighed deeply. "i am an adult now. i shouldn't feel this way. but why..." you didn't even get the chance to finish as your voice cracked at the end, lips trembling in an attempt to stop the sobs from coming out, but it was as if your body had another plan and let it all out. 

"why am i so easy to forget? haven't i done enough to be loved?" looking at the flower field ahead of you, despite the tears blurring your vision, you couldn't help but laugh. "am i that so isolated that i am talking to flowers now?"

the wind picked up for a moment before someone put their blazer around you, followed by a voice you knew all too well. "they are a wonderful companion too."

"m-mal! how long have you been standing there?" in a panic, you start to wipe your face with your sleeve and avoid eye contact with the fae, covering your face with your hands as you nervously laugh. before you could speak, cold yet gentle hands found their way to your hands. this caused you to turn your head to look straight at malleus, who was looking at you with his face filled with worry, his eyes reflecting the turmoil of his thoughts.

"give me names." you blink at the sudden statement, confused.

"what?"

"give me the names of those who made you sad today. how dare they make you cry?!" the harsh wind stirred up the fallen leaves, clouds covering the starry night as malleus frowned, his hands getting tighter and tighter as the moments passed by. one closer look at your features and he could tell you've been crying for a while now, making him angrier. 

you were silent for a moment, shadows covering your eyes after, before wrapping your arms around him, burying your head into his chest. malleus was confused. the world stopped moving around him - his heightened hearing focused on your breathing and the sound of... laughter?

"... (name)?" hesitantly, he raised his arms before slowly wrapping them around you, hearing a hum of approval. the two of you stayed in each other's arms for a minute before you broke the hug and malleus could see you looking at him.

"thank you for coming. sorry if you had to see me that way." you turn to look over your dorm and shake your head disappointedly. "i thought you would also forget my birthday. i didn't expect you to come." playing with your hands nervously and taking a deep breath, you glanced him in the eye and gave him a strained smile.

"no one remembered my birthday until sebek and silver greeted me. i thought grim, and the others were acting like they didn't know; maybe they were going to surprise me, that's all!" malleus stayed silent, watching as you tried holding back your tears while telling your story. 

"i would never expect their genuine shock after hearing it." remembering the look on your friends' faces was enough for you to feel the raw emotions over again. "it might sound petty, but i just expected better, you know?" you sniffled. 

"whenever someone in the group celebrates their birthday, they remember every detail and all; the effort is there and everything. but when it comes to me, all effort disappears." you turn to malleus, and everything breaks down.

"all i ask is to feel special just this once. for people to see me as me - not the magicless human or the one who came from another world. is it hard for anyone to see me as their friend?" feeling the strength in your legs disappearing, you would almost fall to the ground if not for malleus catching you at the last minute.

the dragon fae held your hand in his, grasping it as your hand was made of glass. "didn't you invite them like you've done with me?" even though he was angry at your friends, malleus held back the voices in his head as he remembered about you talking about them so proudly.

"i did. but there were so many activities and exams for us first years this week."

"but being busy shouldn't be an excuse." he stopped before going on after finding you listening to him. "human friendship still confuses me, but the fact that they are not exerting the same effort they have to others - aren't you being... what do they call? taken for granted?" judging from the look on your face, he knew he had hit a sore spot.

"..."

"but that doesn't mean you should see yourself as someone lacking. you are worth so much love, my treasure." he runs his hand over your cheek before grabbing his gift and handing it to you. "i know how you treasure them, and how much they adore you too. maybe they are not still used to it but never think of yourself as the problem." you opened the box and stood unblinking, trying to process what you just received before staring back at malleus, demanding an explanation.

"i don't think i deserve this." inside the box was a beautiful emerald necklace. the enchanting green emerald reminds you the same way you would get lost in Malleus' eyes.

"nonsense. this is my gift to you, something that holds my magic to protect you whenever i am not around. without you, i don't think i would ever learn the joys of being friends with you as well as falling in love." he then wrapped the necklace around your neck, feeling satisfied with how it looked on you. he knelt down and took your hand in his, giving a kiss on the back of yours before staring back at you.

"happy birthday, my treasure. sorry i am late with my greetings. i was looking for the perfect gift-" without wasting another moment, you crouched down. you shared another hug with the fae, burying your head into his shoulder. he could still feel your body shaking not from sadness but joy. his hands wrapped around your back and gave you small rubs, attempting to soothe you.

"you silly dragon, just your presence is enough for me."

"is that so?" he hummed, letting your body relax into his.

"...thank you mal."

"anything for you, dear."

bonus!

heartslabyul, savannaclaw, octavinelle, scarabia, pomefior and ignihyde gang hiding in the bush to surprise you but ended up hearing everything you just said:...

silver looking at the big group, sighing: you guys messed up big time

lilia: hush they are about to kis-

sebek: WAKA - SAMAAAAAAAA

grim: NOOOOO MY HENCHHUMAN I AM SO SORRYYYYYY IT WAS ACE AND DEUCE'S IDEA!

[starrierknight]

𝟎𝟐𝟕. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝❟ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

You don’t work or play by the rules. So what if that’s unfair? This is a dog-eat-dog world, and the losers get left behind.

MASTERLIST | KINKTOBER 23' | AO3

wc— 4.4k

Pairing— femme fatale!dom!gn!reader x CEO!sub!nanami

cws/tags— dub-con, blackmail (non-consensual filming), sadistic & manipulative reader, reader is gn but has the femme fatale personality, handjob, denied orgasm, very dialogue heavy, petnames (“mister”—it’s ironic, I swear), seduction, porn w/ plot, nanami is def ooc but we move

Stepping into Nanami Kento’s office, you were greeted by an aura of opulence. Mahogany desks and leather chairs exude sophistication. Sunlight filtered through expansive windows, casting a warm glow on plush carpets. A massive desk stood at the centre, impeccably organised with high-tech gadgets. Bookshelves held volumes on leadership and success. A cosy seating area boasted a plush sofa for informal discussions. Crystal decanters held aged spirits atop a sideboard. The atmosphere is both commanding and comfortable, a reflection of power and accomplishment, much like the CEO himself.

“You're late,” Nanami said, his voice monotone. 

His words slid out with the click-clack of his keyboard, his gaze fixed on the screen as he typed away. You stepped into the room, the gentle swish of your clothing brushing the air as you approached.

“I'm not late,” you responded, your voice a composed counterpoint to his. “You’re just early.”

The subtle rustle of paper on the desk danced beneath the weight of your words. A faint huff of a sigh escaped him, a sound as controlled as his meticulously timed schedule. Disciplined. Unflappable. A smile ghosted across Nanami's lips, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.

“You're my personal assistant,” he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of authority, “and I'm the CEO, ergo, I am always on time.”

"My, my," you remarked playfully, "Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today."

You glided across the expanse of the office, the soft rustle of your steps harmonizing with the gentle fluttering of a neatly organised stack of colour-coded papers as you set them down in a tray. A wry smile tugged at his lips.

"You're well aware that my patience for idle chatter is limited, and yet you persist in indulging in it," his voice rippled, a controlled undertone of exasperation tracing each syllable.

A subtle sigh slipped from your lips, and you found yourself easing against the edge of his desk, a connection between you and the polished surface. His fingers danced across the keyboard, a symphony of clicks and clacks that held his full attention, leaving you in the periphery.

"Any luck in your pursuit of the elusive mole?" Your words held a touch of frustration, "It's as if the leaks are gaining a life of their own, more persistent with each passing day."

In response, Nanami emitted a contemplative hum, a low note that resonated like distant thunder. "No luck so far," he mused, his voice a steady rhythm. "I’m having the matter investigated."

“You keep saying that, but nothing’s changed. You’re no closer to finding them, are you?” you spoke with a hint of weariness.

"That's classified information," he responded absentmindedly, his attention still tethered to the computer.

A wisp of frustration danced through your tone, like a fleeting shadow cast by a cloud passing over the sun. “I’m your personal assistant. I work for this company. Don’t you think I should know?” 

"No," his response fell with the weight of finality, a single syllable that seemed to close the door on any further discussion. “Oh, and please rearrange my appointments and schedule them to be spread out over next week. Make sure they’re at quieter times,” Nanami's voice rolled out, a desert breeze carrying his words with a touch of dryness. 

His instructions hung in the air, like a solitary tumbleweed drifting through the vast expanse of conversation. Tense. Stiff.

“Right. Of course, I’ll handle that,” you said with a tight smile.

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As you stepped into Nanami's office once again, the day's familiarity seemed to have taken a toll on him. The air felt different, thick with a weariness that hung around him like a heavy shroud. Unlike his usual poised stance, he now slouched in his chair—an uncommon sight that hinted at the cracks beneath his composed exterior. His blazer lay discarded, and his tie now hung in a relaxed loop, an admission of defeat.

"Hey, mister?" your voice was a gentle note, carrying with it a touch of casual familiarity.

A low, almost exasperated groan rumbled from his throat. "I've reminded you before not to address me like that," he muttered, his response laced with a note of resigned annoyance.

Your lips curved into a playful smile as you ventured further into the office, a glimmer of mischief dancing in your eyes. "You know, deep down, you don't mind it."

A heavy sigh accompanied his response, a mixture of exasperation and resignation. "I assure you, I do indeed mind it."

Your retort danced through the air like, a sing-song lilt that brushed against his ears. "Oh, but I beg to differ. It's just one of those little things that make our interactions all the more interesting, mister."

A grumbled complaint slipped from his lips, a muttered protest that bore the weight of his vexation. Your soft laughter swirled in response, a ripple of amusement. Despite his discontent, there was a subtle warmth in the air, a familiarity that seemed to soften the edges of his irritation.

Taking purposeful steps, you approached his desk with an air of ease, your movements a graceful choreography as you began to tidy the scattered papers, pens, and stationery that lay strewn across its surface. You leaned your phone against a stack of folders, propping it up. The soft clinks and rustles of objects finding their proper places formed a familiar symphony of order being restored.

Seated now on the edge of his desk, your presence became the focal point of the room as you regarded him with a tilt of your head. Your gaze held a mixture of intrigue and amusement, a silent reminder that amidst the rigors of his role, a moment of reprieve was found in your interactions.

“You’re looking a little worse for wear. Is something the matter?”

Nanami’s response was a heavy exhalation that held a burden of weariness too profound to be carried by mere words.

"Another breach occurred not long ago," his words carried the weight of a confession, spoken with a tinge of resignation. His eyes remained closed, a refuge from the world's chaos that seemed to press upon him relentlessly. "This time, it's worse. The most sensitive data yet has been exposed to the public. PR is grappling with the fallout, and Finance is in utter disarray."

"And so soon after the last one," you murmured, the words gentle. “You look tired, mister. Have you been taking care of yourself?”

He rubbed his temples with the tips of his fingers, a gesture of both fatigue and frustration, and at last, his eyes lifted to meet your gaze. Even from a distance, the telltale shadows under his eyes were evident, testimony to the toll his responsibilities had exacted.

"Don’t call me that," his voice emerged rough and worn. Exhausted.

Undeterred, your inquiry persisted, soft yet insistent. "So, tell me—have you been caring for yourself?"

A moment of stillness hung in the air, punctuated by the weight of unspoken thoughts. Then, his reply emerged, a sentence that bore the weight of conviction. "My primary duty is to safeguard the company."

A playful glint sparked in your eyes, and your expression shifted into a mockingly stern glare. You smoothly slid off the edge of the desk, your movements fluid and graceful, as you began a deliberate saunter towards his side of the desk. With each step, a subtle sway graced your hips, a movement that was both confident and teasing in nature. The air seemed to carry a touch of lightheartedness, a momentary diversion from the weight of the situation at hand.

A theatrical tsk escaped your lips, carrying with it a sense of exaggerated disappointment to playfully scold him. "Oh dear, dear mister. Letting yourself go to ruins is simply unacceptable. As your ever-watchful PA, I can't stand by and let you suffer."

With purposeful steps, you rounded the desk, your movements fluid and deliberate. The air seemed to hold a hint of anticipation, a quiet thrill woven into the atmosphere.

As you stood behind his chair, your hands found their way to his shoulders, their presence an assertion of care. Your touch was confident, fingers dancing with practiced skill as they worked to knead away the knots of tension that had taken residence in his muscles. He stiffened beneath your touch, a reflexive reaction to the unfamiliar sensation, yet your assurance seemed to melt the resistance away. While surprise lingered in the air, there was also a sense of yielding, a quiet acceptance of the relief you offered.

Nanami's words carried a note of reluctance, a protest against the unexpected intrusion of your care. "I didn't ask for this," his voice murmured, a touch of reservation threading through his words.

A knowing smile curved your lips, your fingers working with practiced ease as you continued to knead away the knots in his shoulders. "You didn't need to ask," you replied smoothly, your tone carrying a touch of reassurance that seemed to seep into the very air around you.

A brief silence settled between you, punctuated by the rhythm of your touch. Then his voice emerged once more, a murmur tinged with both realization and resignation. "You're my PA."

"And what does PA stand for?"

His reply held a touch of understanding, a recognition that seemed to settle the matter. "Personal assistant."

"Exactly," you whispered, “I’m your personal assistant.”

You let the silence hang in the air. Your hands continued their gentle ministrations, the cotton fabric of his shirt crinkling beneath your fingertips. As your fingers traversed the landscape of his shoulders, they encountered the subtle contours and defined edges of a physique sculpted by discipline.

Time seemed to melt, a river that flowed at its own unhurried pace. Slowly, the tension in him began to yield, a reluctant surrender that mirrored the reluctant acceptance in his posture. The weight of his responsibilities seemed to wane, at least momentarily, under the soothing spell of your touch.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, a melodic note that floated through the air as your hands continued their soothing dance. 

"You really ought to take better care of yourself, mister," your words held a touch of playful admonishment, a reminder woven with concern. "Your muscles are like a stone wall."

The response that came was curt, his voice carrying a note of irritation as he pushed back against your insistence. "I'm fine, and I've asked you not to address me that way."

"How many nights have you found yourself working overtime again?" Your question hung in the air like a gentle nudge, an invitation for him to acknowledge the reality of his situation.

A pause, and then his voice emerged, a touch gruff yet revealing of the underlying truth. "It doesn't matter."

A note of knowing crept into your voice, “Doesn’t matter? You hate working overtime.”

"I'm the CEO, and I must prioritize what's in the best interest of the company, regardless of the personal cost."

A contemplative hum escaped your lips as your skilled fingers traveled to his neck, where tension seemed to have found another stronghold. His reaction was a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, his gaze meeting yours with a furrowed brow and a hesitant parting of his lips that hinted at a forthcoming objection, yet it remained unspoken.

The soothing pressure of your fingers worked its magic, coaxing the knots to unravel beneath your touch. As you continued your massage, a question emerged from your lips, gentle yet probing. "So, if you don't take care of yourself, then who takes care of you?"

Nanami’s response held an air of stubborn independence, a declaration of self-sufficiency against the encroachment of care. "I'm an adult. I don't need anyone to look after me."

Your voice dipped to a murmur, a whisper that seemed to bridge the gap between you and him, and your warm breath brushed across the nape of his neck. "Who takes care of you?" you repeated, your words a gentle caress against his skin.

His response, however, was unwavering, a declaration that seemed to echo with an unyielding determination. "I take care of myself.”

A playful smirk curved your lips as your fingers wove through the strands of his sleek, blond hair, a gesture that seemed to stir a reaction deep within him. His breath caught in his throat, a shuddering exhale that betrayed the impact of your touch.

“Some things are better done by yourself… some things.”

You leaned in closer, your presence enveloping him as the back of Nanami’s head nestled against your chest. The warmth of your body radiated against his back as your skilled fingers continued their massage, now tracing delicate patterns across his scalp. Your nails grazed along the tender areas, setting off a cascade of sensations that seemed to quicken his breath. 

The combination of your sinuous touch and the implications woven into your words created a heady tension in the room. His heart responded with an erratic beat, a rhythm that threatened to betray the carefully impassive expression he wore. Yet, he remained composed, a façade of control in the face of the enticing distraction you presented.

“Is it hard?”

His breath hitched, and he coughed. “P-Pardon?”

You let out a soft, knowing laugh. Leaning closer, your lips brushed the delicate shell of his ear, your words a sultry whisper that set his skin ablaze. “Being CEO. Is it hard, Kento?” you murmured, uttering his name with a familiarity that had been absent for far too long.

It was as if a barrier had crumbled, a threshold crossed, and the effect was electrifying. The weight of his name on your lips seemed to hang in the air like a revelation. After a year of playful nicknames—of godforbidden “mister”—and dances around formality, this simple act held a weight of significance. Oh, his name had never sounded so sweet in his entire life.

With an effortful composure, he replied, his voice carrying a veneer of forced calmness. "It's perfectly within my control."

The sound of your voice, the proximity of your breath, seemed to amplify the tension in the room. He closed his eyes, as if seeking refuge from the turmoil that swirled within him, struggling to steady his breathing.

But your words, like a siren's song, continued their subtle seduction. "Stressed, Kento?" you purred, the name a velvet caress against his ear.

As your hands slid down, tracing the contours of his neck and finding their way to the concealed muscles beneath his shirt, his heart quickened its rhythm. A smile, hidden from his view, danced upon your lips, a sign of the satisfaction you derived from the effect you had on him. You pressed a kiss upon the sensitive skin just below one of his earlobes, a gesture that sent a shiver through him. The tension in the room seemed to thicken, the air electrified by an unspoken desire.

“Don’t do this,” he whispered.

“You want me to,” you murmured back, “And you want it badly.”

Your hands continued their exploratory journey, tracing a path of tantalizing sensation down his chest, each touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. They ventured lower, gliding over the firm expanse of his abdomen, mapping the contours of his physique. 

As your fingers descended further, they encountered the defined muscles of his thighs, your touch igniting a web of sensations that seemed to pulse through his body. He remained still, his breathing now increasing, his body responding to the magnetic allure of your touch. The room pulsed with a charged energy, begging to be acknowledged.

His hands closed around your wrists, putting a halt to the tantalizing journey of your hands, but they didn't push you away. The tension in the room hung thick, a precarious balance between restraint and desire.

"This is a workplace," Kento protested, his voice carrying a note of caution.

A playful spark danced in your eyes as you retorted, your words dripping with a seductive undertone. "Who says this won’t be for work?"

With a tantalizing grace, you lowered your head and pressed your lips to his neck once more, trailing kisses along the warm, sensitive skin. Your tongue and teeth teased over the surface, each movement a deliberate exploration that sent a shiver of longing through him.

“Oh, c’mon. You know you want it. I can feel it—you sure as hell can. Why deny yourself the satisfaction?” you murmured into his ear.

You lightly bit his neck and he gasped, his heart skipping a beat, and his grip on your wrists faltered. You took the opportunity to slide your hands to his thighs again, caressing the inner and most sensitive parts. He made some noise of desire in the back of his throat, his breathing growing ragged.

A low, sultry chuckle accompanied your whispered words, the sound a velvet invitation that seemed to stir the air around you. 

"Don't be coy," you murmured into his ear, your voice a honey-like whisper that washed over him. "You want this as much as I do, Kento. I can feel it, and so can you. Why deny yourself the satisfaction?"

Your teeth grazed his neck lightly, a tantalizing nip that sent a shiver coursing through him. His grip on your wrists faltered, and you seized the opportunity, your hands slipping back to the sensitive terrain of his thighs. Your touch was delicate yet insistent, caressing the innermost and most sensitive parts. A guttural sound of desire escaped him, a primal expression of longing that mingled with his ragged breathing. The office walls seemed to close in around you, as if the world outside had ceased to exist, and it was just you and Kento’s desire.

A low, tormented groan escaped him as his eyes fell shut, his internal struggle evident in the furrow of his brow. “This is so wrong.”

Your voice was a velvet caress as you posed your question, a tempting proposition that seemed to hang in the air like a forbidden fruit. "Is pleasure so wrong, Kento?" you purred, "Don't you deserve this?"

Desire ignited like a blazing fire, consuming every trace of resistance that had remained. As your dominant hand found its way to the growing bulge concealed by the fabric of his trousers, he couldn't help but release a breathy groan. His hips, almost imperceptibly, moved in response, a subconscious plea for more. Desire coursed white-hot through him, pooling between his thighs.

His hoarse mumble was a plea, a desperate attempt to reassert control in the face of mounting desire. "You should stop," he rasped, his voice trembling with a mixture of longing and restraint.

Your laughter, low and seductive, rippled through the air, brushing against his ear and sending shivers cascading down his spine. 

"You don't want me to stop," you countered, your words a teasing assertion that seemed to strip away the last shreds of his resistance.

Kento's hands gripped the armrests of his chair with a desperate intensity, his knuckles whitening as he fought to maintain his grasp on composure in the face of overwhelming temptation.

Your words were a siren's call, a sultry enticement that seemed to draw him deeper into the vortex of desire. "C'mon now," you coaxed, your voice a velvet temptation, "You want me to touch you, to make a mess of you, to take care of you like no one else ever has."

With a confident touch, you rubbed the growing bulge between his thighs more firmly, causing his breath to hitch and a shuddering groan to escape his lips.

His voice emerged, a whisper of uncertainty and longing. "Y-You'll take care of me?"

You met his vulnerability with a promise that dripped with seductive allure. "Yes," you affirmed, your words a whispered caress, "Like no one else ever has."

Or will… You smirked.

As you unzipped the fly of his trousers and began to tug them down his strong thighs, Kento obediently lifted his hips to assist you in the tantalizing descent. The anticipation in the room was palpable, the air thick with desire.

The hard, throbbing length beneath the thin fabric of his boxers was damp along a certain path, evidence of his heightened arousal. Your finger pressed against the dampness, and Kento hissed sharply through his teeth. It was as if a current of electricity shot through every nerve in his body, pooling at the base of his spine, aching need pulsating within his throbbing cock.

With a tantalizingly deliberate movement, you pushed his boxers away, unveiling the long, aching length of his erection as it sprung free from its confinements. His breath caught in his throat at the sudden sensation of freedom and your touch.

One of your hands ventured down his body, seeking the source of his arousal, and you began to stroke him with a measured pace that balanced comfort and intensity. A deep, throaty moan escaped him, and he couldn't help but push his hips forward ever so slightly, a silent plea for more, tempered by the fear that you might pull away if he was too insistent.

His eyes remained shut, his body leaning into you as if seeking the reassuring pressure of your chest against his back. Every stroke of your hand sent waves of pleasure rippling through him, building an exquisite tension that threatened to tip him over the edge.

Your words dripped with wicked allure, a sultry taunt that sent shivers of desire racing through him. "You can't even deny how badly you need this," you cooed, a wicked smirk gracing your lips, your voice a seductive melody.

“Please…”

A guttural plea escaped him, his voice strained with longing as he groaned, his brow furrowing in desperation. Beads of perspiration formed on his skin, glistening in the office light.

Your touch was a maddening tease, the soft pad of your thumb tantalizingly swiping across the aching head of his cock. It was a taste of what you could do, a whisper of the pleasure you could elicit, the gentle pressure of your fingers a torment that electrified his sensitive length.

Kento's breathing grew more ragged, his body quivering with anticipation and desire. Every stroke of your thumb sent jolts of pleasure coursing through him, a tantalizing promise of the ecstasy that lay just beyond reach.

His hips bucked urgently into your hand, a desperate quest for the all-consuming release that eluded him. A guttural moan erupted from his lips, echoing through the room, and you silenced it with your free hand, your fingers pressed against his lips. In his ear, you whispered teasing, shushing sounds, a sensuous torment that only served to stoke the flames of his desire.

The tension in the room was palpable, a relentless crescendo of longing that seemed to spiral upward with each passing moment. His body quivered with anticipation, his heart raced, and he could feel the precipice of his orgasm looming ever closer.

"You know," you breathed, "I've waited a long time for this moment."

As if to emphasize your words, you slowed the pace of your hand, your touch a slow, torturous caress that seemed to drive him to the brink. He groaned in response, his head hanging low, his hips stubbornly seeking the pleasure that danced just beyond his reach. The room seemed to hum with desire. 

In the throes of ecstasy, just as the climax threatened to wash over him, you removed your hand with cruel precision, a disdainful gesture as you wiped it casually on the shoulder of his expensive shirt. Kento all but cried out at the sudden loss of sensation, his whole body shuddering in response.

He groaned in frustration, his eyes filled with pleading confusion as he looked at you, the desperate desire still flickering in their depths. The room seemed to hang in a suspended moment, a tableau of torment and longing that left him on the brink of fulfillment, yet denied the release he so craved.

Your laughter, low and sardonic, filled the room, a taunting echo that seemed to reverberate in the air. With a saunter, you circled around his chair, moving to his desk and retrieving your phone, which had been propped up against a stack of folders. The video on the screen was ended, freezing the moment of his desperate longing.

"Quite the performance, Kento," you taunted, your words a playful mockery that laced with satisfaction. 

The boundaries of the office had been breached, and the power dynamics had shifted in a way that left no room for doubt—you openly held the upper hand.

With a bold flourish, you lifted your phone high, turning the volume up to ensure every nuance of the recorded encounter could be heard. You skipped through selected sections of the video, each moment meticulously chosen to capture the essence of the temptation and desire that had unfolded within the confines of the office.

As the video played, the room seemed to resonate with the sounds of his seduction, his pleas, his moans—each intimate detail laid bare for him to witness. There was no avoiding it; the evidence was undeniable, and it hung in the air. 

His chest rose and fell with the turmoil of emotions, and a betrayed expression contorted his typically composed features. The question escaped his lips like a lament, a whispered plea for understanding: “Why?”

Your posture exuded an air of casual indifference as you leaned against his desk, a playful tilt to your head that underscored your enjoyment of his discomfort. His question seemed to hang in the air, unanswered, as you chose to focus on the task at hand.

"So, Kento," you murmured, your tone a seductive tease, "What should I leak next: more of the company's closely guarded data, or this scorching little video?" 

A mixture of disbelief and regret tainted his muttered words. "How... H-How could you?"

Your laughter was a sharp retort, a mocking response to his question. "How could I? Oh, Kento, you're so fucking naїve."

His gulp was audible, his voice barely above a whisper as he ventured, "How much is it you want, exactly? What's your price?"

A sly grin curled upon your lips as you leaned closer, your words dripping with seductive allure. "I want everything you can give me."

a/n: he (effectively) lost his job by getting a handjob LOL. poor guy. jokes, idc, this was written out of spite. Happy Kinktober :3

this work belongs to STARRIERKNIGHT . please refrain from plagiarising any of my works and do not repost/translate/modify/copy onto any platforms.

[witsserviceablesubstitute]

I'm not a Fenders person but it's some of my favourite Dragon Age fanfiction because it takes two blinkered characters that care violently about freedom and oppression, yet who're aggressively opposed to each other, and puts them into situations that interrogate them to the point where they begin to understand how much common ground they actually have. It's a relationship that has the potential to explore the issues and themes in Dragon Age the most.

I think canonically, though, a romantic relationship would only work when they were older and had more distance, wisdom, and hindsight. Maybe a little like the Enemies to Lovers husbands in The Old Guard. Fenris, at least, has plenty of time to get there emotionally as it's implied he may be immortal due to the lyrium in his body. As for Anders, who knows what merging with Justice has done to his life expectancy— I see him as being in a similar position to Cole now, only starting as human rather than a spirit. But if Fenris and Anders had begun anything in Kirkwall, coloured as it would've been by sharpened and complicated darker feelings, Fenris would never forgive Anders for going behind his back. As it is, I believe it'd be extremely difficult for a romanced Fenris to forgive Hawke for doing the Inquisition quest without telling him.

I also just dislike how any online conversations around Anders and Fenris cannot escape this one dimensional exaggeration of their animosity. Dragon Age 2 is ridden by poorly thought out choices and OOC moments that prop up rushed gameplay mechanics. So it is transparent and annoying that Anders is the only character held to these rigidly self-righteous standards.

What I'm saying is that I'm not a Fenders person, but sometimes I absolutely am a Fenders person out of spite. Forgive me, I'm channelling two spikey haters.

[coat-thief-kafka]

Hi, Astral Expressers... Well, you caught me.

Playing the violin and firing a gun both require flexible fingers, but bullets are more obedient.

Learnt the script, so I know how this ends, woah~ Try escape, no, the plot never bends, woah~ Life's not what it seems, break them down, a symphony I'll bring you to your knees, whisper till you listen to me

The other Hunters and I have traveled far to find you~ You're more valuable than you look, and I'm certain that we won't be the only ones thinking that way very soon.

I don't ask for much, just that you comply and behave yourself. I can't have anybody turning their backs on me, and I'm not afraid to resort to my Spirit Whisper if you're stubborn.

If there's no clear reason for me to rid myself of you, maybe I could show you a good time, tell you a secret or two~ Just as long as you don't go blabbing to the IPC. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.

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[rphunter]

Hi there! I (21+ F) am looking for a long term roleplay partner of a similar age (please be at least 18 y/o) for a fandomless OC x OC roleplay. I have a few plots in mind that I would like to try out but they can be changed and tailored to our wants and needs!

In the spirit of the upcoming season: One of our characters is visiting family or friends back home/moving permanently somewhere new over the holidays. Our characters meet either somewhere during the trip/move or there and become close. Slow burn, with as much fluff or drama as we want, still totally open with details.

Here's a darker one: Our characters find an old book with several seals describing a 'game' that, once played, will grant the players the possibility to visit each other's dreams - and those of others. What seems to be fun at first takes a turn for the worse when some of they find out you can not only observe the dreams but manipulate them, aswell as the person dreaming them - also when they are awake. And that they might not be the only ones playing the game. On top of that, the force behind the game wants to claim its payment from the players. [The characters would be high school/college students](Loosely based on a novel by Kerstin Gier)

Something historical/pseudo-historical: Doesn't have to be historically accurate and can be in about any period we want. I have nothing in mind here yet, that one is completely open for planning.

Onto the details; I roleplay on Discord and I'm sorry, but I won't write NSFW. I like planning out the story together beforehand and talking OOC.

Like this post if interested and I'll get back to you! =)

,

[doomedwarlock]

#DOOMEDWARLOCK: " I'm a nasty piece of work , chief . Ask anybody . "

Lev's non selective JOHN CONSTANTINE from Vertigo Comics, DC Comics and the Sandman Universe. Exclusively comic influenced.

promo template - character playlist

RULES & INFO UNDER THE CUT -

RULES -

Basic etiquette is expected: no godmodding, ic is not ooc, etc.

A giant quest onto itself- I haven't consumed every media John has appeared in. For reference I have read/watched (in no particular order): the entire original Hellblazer run and its special Constantine: The Hellblazer Hellblazer: City of Demons Hellblazer: All His Engines Hellblazer: Chas the Knowledge sandman #3 Swamp Thing 1982 The Horrorist Sandman Universe: Hellblazer, Hellblazer: Dead in America Hellblazer: Rise and Fall The Trenchcoat Brigade Dark Knights of Steel injustice year 3 Batman: Urban Legends Batman: Damned Zatanna and the Ripper Spirit World both dark justice league movies Pre established connections and plotting is encouraged. Especially if your muse is from DC or the Sandman universe.

I don't consider all of hellblazer canon to my portrayal, I might make a list at some point, but most notably I am choosing to ignore Brian Azzarello's Hellblazer and the final 50 issues of the original Hellblazer. Also Hellblazer: Rebirth and any comic that takes place in a different universe. If you wish to rp with specific versions of John (like DKoS or Injustice verse) feel free to come plot!

Hellblazer is a british political satire horror comic about a queer man in the 80s, this means trigger warnings for canon typical gore, a general pessimism about the world, politics and Britishness. Smoking and alcohol abuse will also be present. I will tag these triggers and any other common ones that may arise.

if you decide to unfollow me please (soft)block me

rp memes are the best way to start interacting with me, they are always accepted no matter how long ago I reblogged it.

INFO -

A foul-mouthed, disillusioned, chain smoking British cinic, John Constantine has had an affinity for magic since his youth. After running away from home as a teenager after a botched curse caused his father to become withered and frail, John eventually made his home in London. Quickly becoming involved in the city's occult circles. From there he made a name for himself for being a powerful sorcerer, one who can solve most problems with only his wit, but also a weirdness magnet. Becoming inevitably linked with forces truly out of his depth.

Though John's age varies across media, for simplicity's sake I will keep it at 43. His usual stomping ground is London, but he travels around very often for various reasons so he can easily be put wherever he needs to be. He's a very easy character to add to other universes (just ask DC).

He is also a relentless flirt, please don't mistake this as me trying to force a ship. If you / your character don't like his advances, feel free to let me / him know ic / ooc. Characters under 25 are too young for him.

Mun is 23 and Belgian

[raynewton]

One cup of Oralech please (for character ask thing) :3c

• First impression

White hair, red eyes, scar crossing the lips, living in the underworld, thirst for revenge, falling from a mountain but surviving, final boss... Rudy, my dear, is that you? They finally made you the perfect humanization!

• Impression now

Guess my blog speaks for itself!

I'm a huge fan of warrior-healers like Aragorn from The Lord of the Rings or Mordin Solus from Mass Effect. Oralech isn't a warrior in the traditional sense, but he has a very tough and strong personality, he is ready to fight for his ideals and a better future, he can't just give up and keeps rising over and over again.

Moreover, he is the fluffiest character I've ever seen. Really, just look at his hair, it's so soft and silky! Before Pyre, I usually think "Oh, my characters' hair isn't lush enough!" — and now, after one million sketches of Oralech, it becomes "Uhhh... little too much, perhaps..."

• Favorite moment

Oralech and Ti'zo made up and started living together!

But also (maybe it hit even harder) the moment then something suddenly sparkled in my mind, and I realized that it was Oralech who had given the red ribbon to Ti'zo. Ti'zo tried to find another one and was badly upset 'cause he couldn't — and all the time Oralech was wearing his ribbons... around the horns! Just like he tied Ti'zo's long ago! It feels so deep and heartbreaking...

• Idea for a story

Sooo many of them! To start with, I'm creating a story about the joint travel of Oralech and Hedwyn. Two favorite sweeties together, yay!

• Unpopular opinion

Oralech and Volfred couple won't work without the big OOC of Volfred. He didn't want (or was scared for some reason) to speak frankly with his "kindred spirit", to explain why he hadn't searched for Oralech after his fall and had hid all these years. By the way, he hadn't tried to find and bury his dead body, at least! In a world where spirits can't rest in peace without some rituals, which Readers are supposed to perform! In the end, Volfred, who, just as a reminder, could read minds, did nothing to prevent Oralech's suicide. Only stood and watched. True love, 10/10!

• Favorite relationship

Oralech/Gareph. Gareph is the only man who really cares about Oralech. Gareph supported him in the Rites and revenge; it didn't matter that his actions could make Scribes or other Triumvirates hostile. He and Iq'sa joined Oralech after the final Rite. He didn't even have any sprite or dialogue, but he is felt more loving and tender than anyone else. Also... you know, brave and daring savage, fast, nimble... vibe of Ice Age 3 again...

• Favorite headcanon

Imps calls his friends "nests": Sunny Nest for Hedwyn, Trustworthy Nest for Reader, for example. Imp can choose the sacred nest — a non-imp partner — once and for all his life. Ha'ub has chosen Gol. That's why The Midnight Star is right above The South Star. Ha'ub is sitting on Gol's head, making him the nest for eternity. So Ti'zo's Ultimate Puffy-Fluffy Nest is Oralech!

[godoflazziness]

detailed info !

name - barbatos venti

age - 2,600+ years old

pronouns - will respond to literally anything

gender - ( venti:) male ( barbatos:) genderless 

sexuality - aro/ace

personality type - enfp

status - single

occupation - the anemo archon / travelling bard 

family - istaroth, the “thousand winds” 

friends - the traveler, zhongli, kaeya, sandrone

backstory - once a mere elemental spirit who existed among the winds, the entity known as barbatos gained power through the faith of the people of old mondstadt during their rebellion against decarabian, the god of storms and founder of the nation of mondstadt. after decarabian’s death, barbatos ascended to godhood as the anemo archon and reestablished mondstadt in it’s current form.

currently, barbatos wanders the world as the bard venti, althrough he is mostly seen around mondstadt. 

likes - splashing in puddles, the cecilia flower, apples, alcoholic beverages, spring, things that look light

dislikes - cheese, any animal products 

appearance - faint freckles littered sun-kissed skin, mainly on the bridge of his nose and his shoulders: appearing darker underneath sunlight. dark blue hair styled into a pixie cut with braids framing his face and fade into a teal blue. eyes green like his fake vision.

Rules !

- no homophobia, transphobia, etc. no discrimination towards any individual for whatever reason

- don't bring up any politics or religion. this is a space for me to write and have fun but besides, I don't think I'm the right person to talk about those kinds of things

- I’m only doing ships that are platonic

- no pro shipping allowed!

- be nice! have some common courtesy, sense and respect. remember that there is a living breathing person behind the blog.

- no nsfw or inappropriate anons/asks!

Potential Tags!

- 🌬️: the thousand wind's true form [ mun/ooc post ]

- 🍎🪽: nobody suspects a drunkard bard [ venti interaction ]

- 🌬️🪽: tiny seeds carried along the breeze [ ask answered or barbatos interaction ]

- 🍃: colleiflower ;; the windblume of sumeru

[ mention or interaction with collei ]

- ✨🪽: a fool living it up in the land of festivites [ h:sr verse interaction ]

- 🪈🎼 [ rp memes/prompts ]

[moralpuppet]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN. || respond to the prompts out of character!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have?

oh my rodness it was hard ! because when you watch Moral Orel for the first time season 1 is very crude ! but I knew there was something to be desired by the end because I was first exposed to the episode 'Sacrifice' first and foremost which had me very curious.

I knew I wanted to write Orel because we have a lot of similarities and he's a precious son boy . I actually deleted this url 5 times before I settled I was intimidated by the lack of rep for the show here but I'm glad I finally stuck the landing .

is there anything you don’t like to write?

well the obvious given the circumstances of this blog . Anything nasty and nsfw is a big giant no no .but even on my blogs with adult muses I don't like this sort of thing anyway .

is there anything you really enjoy writing?

I really enjoy , found family , trauma bonding , kids being kids , and exploring Orel's broken relationship to his father / family and town .

how do you come up with headcanons?

I usually take something that's cannon and make it worse tm.

do you write in silence or do you play music?

Music ! I need background music for sure ! And also can help with writing specific moods/feels . <- I'm terrible at explaining stuff ooc as you can see

do you plan your replies or wing them?

WING THEM ! Sometimes I do think about the odd thread all day long but I wait until I get home to go crazy on it.

do you enjoy shipping? 

it's never my priority on any blog but I do have ships for Orel as I expressed mostly silly childish crushes because he's just a baby tm

what’s your alias/name?

Sav/Savbear

age?

I'm an adult though I prefer to be ageless due to age anxiety but I am 21+

birthday?

June 9th

favorite color?

pink ! pink ! pink !

favorite song?

I love a lot of songs !

last movie you watched?

Rewatched Spirit the Stallion of Cimarron with my twin sis two days ago ! It was a childhood fave for both of us !

last show you watched?

Watched a few of the g3 monster high eps lately

last song you listened to?

cowboy dan modest mouse

favorite food?

boring but I love a really good sandwich .

favorite season?

summer ! / I love dresses and swimming / iced coffees

do you have a tumblr best friend?

I have online family members ! A platonic soul mate , online found siblings and a special puppet family ! so a great support network here !

tagged by : @facedented / thank you !

tagging ( only if you want to! ) : @rvrend , @dollene , @therelentless , @redemn , @wildlcck , @painmon , @homingshot !!!

[sangcreole]

damn. this is genuinely the only space on the internet where I feel completely at peace.

[the-elites]

"There was a reason you all were chosen, you already know that reason."

~ Eua

° Characters °

Protag (New Recruit Member)

Hakurei Reimu (Eternal Hakurei Shrine Member)

Antag (Replacement Member)

Colleague (Past Corporate Member)

Jackson Hillwalker (Younger Brother Butcher Member)

Reiuji Utsuho (Bird-brained Member)

Flandre Scarlet (Playfully Destructive Member)

Saigyouji Yuyuko (Noble Spirit Member)

Ryūgū Rena (Adorable Loving Member)

(Mod: I'm crying these titles are so goofy, also too many people with red text ik, and one more thing, I might add or take out characters, bc I cannot keep a stable team for one second)

(Hii! Hello! This is my second AU ask blog! Before asking I suggest reading the rules!)

Things about the Mod

The mod is a minor and goes by she/her pronouns

If I take too long to respond, I'm either dead asleep or dealing with IRL stuff

Rules

No NSFW asks! Light flirting, and ship indications are okay (except with Rena, or any other minor characters, I've aged them up a bit because of the nature of this AU, but they're still children.)

No controversial asks! This blog is just made for fun!

Anon magic is allowed! it's fun :)

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[mothmags]

Hi more Nashi next gen stuff because I'm supposed to be sleeping, but i simply can not

Headcannon Time!

Mainly her jewelry and spirits

part 2

Ok jewelry time!

I said this in the tags of my first nashi post, but she likes jewelry. anything gold and shiny that catches her eye.

I like to think she gets it from natsu's dragon instincts to hoard shiny stuff but we simply cannot deny that lucy is a child of the rich and (probably) lovveeessss jewelry especially high quality jewelry (me too girl)

natsu gets her little trinkets and size changing weapons that she can wear/make into jewelry when he takes long jobs

Lilly mentions in an ep that size changing weapons are hard to come by, but since they are very handy, i think they would become more popular by the time nashi hits double digits

she's made a hobby of it and stores all the stuff he gifts her that she's not currently using in a jewelry box he gave her when she was ten

the rest of her jewelry is either in storage (other less sentimental jewelry boxes) or stuff she literally never takes off / is just on her desk for easy access

She rotates most of her daily stuff every month or so to match the season but has a few staples (mainly her facial jewelry)

Most of her jewelry is gifts when the rest of the guild catches on that she likes it

it becomes her signature gift to receive from people

Odessa did her pircings - with supervision of course (this is a lie they very much did it with a safety pin in the guildhall bathroom while both sets of parents were on jobs)

Laxus caught them doing this but said nothing because he thought their parents' reaction would be funny

he was right

Natsu lost his shit and tried to fight gajeel while lucy panicked, hard

I think levy and gajeel would just be like "again????"

gajeel would find it amusing

eventually, it became a right of passage for the kids of fairy tail to get pierced by the redfox kids (more on them in another post maybe)

Now for the fun part! her spirits!

Her only gold key is leo (for now, im still debating on her second one-if she gets one at all), and he's like a big brother to her. He would be the first one called / volunteer to babysit if no one else could if natsu and lucy weren't going on a job.

they very much so have an older brother and little sister dynamic. they tease each other a lot and make a conscious effort to inconvenience the other

He watched her grow up just like the rest of lucys sprints, so him firting with her would be super weird

might be a little ooc since he seems to flirt with everyone once they are over the age of 16 but im retconing that for all of the children of his friends for obvious reasons

he flirts with almost anyone else he finds tho - still very much a ladies man

Lucy gave her his key after a nasty job that almost got nashi killed.

"mags why is lucy giving nashi one of her strongest spirits?"

im glad you asked

When nashi came back beaten, brused, unconscious, and having to use Wendys healing as a life support, natsu and lucy got super scared.

Leo was the first who offered to become her spirit - to dedicate himself to her safety at any cost

Virgo was the second with Capricorn following

After a long debate with herself and Natsu, they decided leo would be the best fit because leo is closer to nashi than the rest of the spirits are.

even if it means nerfing lucy a bit

she's one of the most powerful celestial wizards ever at this point, so she needs it fr (you have 10 gold keys girl, its time to share with the class).

Nashi has 7ish silver keys

Horologium, Polaris, Nikora, and the rest would be OCs mainly because i think making them would be fun

She has a tan and maroon striped Nikora that she calls Jupiter since one of his red stripes gets thick at one point on his side

Jupiter was her first key and was a gift from her parents for her 10th birthday

when she was 12, she gave him a little blue scarf so he could match her, and he's worn it ever since

That's enough for now. lol i have a few more things that i want to go over, but that's for another post

[rose-of-the-grave]

River Styx

Pairing: Elain x Azriel

Olympus AU

While I don't personally ship Elain and Az I do think that they have a Hades and Persephone aesthetic if that makes sense. Inspiration struck so I decided to write this. This fic will probably have two or three parts. I'm the author (please don't re-post) <3

Masterlist Series Masterlist Read on Ao3

Warnings: most characters are ooc and I tried to fit them into the story so the way that I've written some of these characters does not in any way reflect how I view them, some character relationships were also changed as well as the relationships between the gods, everyone appears the same age, drugging, kidnapping

Word Count: 1,721

Characters: Elain=Persephone, Azriel=Hades, Nesta= Demeter, Rhysand=Zeus, Feyre=Hera, Cassian=Helios, Lucien=Apollo, Morrigan=Aphrodite

On beautiful spring days Elain could frequently be found outside, tending to her garden. Under her careful attention the flowers bloomed. Her garden was her pride and joy but more recently the only place where she felt calm. Ever since her aunt, Feyre, had married the king of the gods, Rhysand, Elain's mother, Nesta, had been acting more and more agitated.

Recently, Lucien, the sun god had taken an interest in Elain and Rhysand and Feyre were both very encouraging of this relationship. Elain's mother however was very against the match. In her mind Elain was still a child, not an immortal goddess who had been tending to her gardens for several thousand years. While Elain had no real desire to marry Lucien she did long for someone to love who would love her back.

This wish was why she had been planning to go out with some nymphs that night. They had already planned everything out. Once Nesta went to sleep Elain was going to sneak out with her friends and they were going to leave Olympus. When they reached the mortal lands they were going to go to a revel near a river called Styx.

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"Lainy!"

Her friends' calls were soft but insistent, carrying through the evening air. The sun had set and the moon was high above as Elain crept out of her window and down the walls of her cottage. She ran for the edge of her garden, to the gate at the entrance to the property. Her friends immediately wrapped her in their arms, soft giggles echoing in the night.

The two sisters wore matching black dresses, their thin and willowy figures near translucent in the moonlight. The two of them almost looked like spirits. Their pointed features and pale green skin creating an otherworldly appearance. Nuala's hair was pulled back, the hairstyle held together with vines. Cerridwen had went for a slightly different look. Her hair fell down in loose, tangled curls. They looked beautiful. Elain almost felt a bit plain in her pale pink dress, that was far more modest.

Her heart felt heavy as she turned for one last glance at where mother was surely sleeping contentedly, unknowing of what was transpiring only a short ways away.

Elain turned away and started walking, arm in arm with Nuala and Cerridwen, to the bottom of Olympus. Thankfully her family farm was among the foothills and they did not have to walk far. Despite the amount of trouble the three of them would be in they carried on their merry way, laughing and joking.

Against the odds they made it out of Olympus without being caught. They found themselves on the outskirts of a village, the roads were empty and most of the light were off but as the approached the other side of town they could here music and laughter. The lights were warm and inviting. The closer the got, the more Elain could see. People were dancing, talking, having the time of their lives.

Nuala and Cerridwen pulled her into the throng of dancing bodies, eventually coming to a halt. They quickly joined in. To Elain they seemed to almost melt into their surroundings, almost as if they were finally at home. The overpowering sounds of music eventually became to much and she pushed her way through in an effort to get fresh air. Her head had started to spin when someone shoved into her causing her to stumble into the arms of a stranger.

"Here." They helped her to stand and pulled her towards a table covered with drinks. Picking up two cups they gave her one before leading her further away from everybody. Elain took a tentative sip and was hit by a sickly sweet taste that nearly made her gag. Thirsty, she took another, much larger, gulp.

Looking up at her companion, her sight became foggy. All she could see was his smirk and all she could feel were his hands on her dress, starting to unbutton it. In his haste he ripped the fabric. Her protests were weak but with what remaining strength she had she pushed at him. He laughed but it was cut short by a strangled groan and the sound of a body falling to the ground.

She felt so very, very tired. Kneeling down she tried to find a comfortable spot to lay down and close her eyes. Looking up, the last thing she saw was a tall, dark, and winged figure looming over her.

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Just as the day was starting, Cassian rose from behind the clouds, heralding in a new day. In the distance he spotted a dark, hooded figure who was not supposed to be up in the mortal lands. Azriel, god of the dead, had been banished to the Underworld for a millennium. As Cassian neared he spotted a pink clad girl in the god's arms. Elain, he realized. No. That wasn't possible. The only thought in his head was that Nesta was not going to like this.

When he had reached midday and was right above Nesta's cornfields he ventured down closer to impart the news.

"Nes!" he called.

She look up at him with a glare as if silently telling him not call her that. "What?" she bit out, her arms crossed and her face irritated.

"Have you seen Elain lately?" He asked as jovially as he could.

"No. Not since yesterday. Why?" She responded, her face softening slightly at the mention of Elain.

Worry flooded him as he told her, "Because I could've sworn that I saw her in the mortal lands by the River Styx and she was being carried into the Underworld by Az."

Her eyes widened in alarm and she abandoned her work. "Take me to Rhysand."

Without hesitation Cassian took Nesta in his arms and soared to the very top of Olympus. He left her standing at the entrance of the soaring white marbled pillars that surrounded the thrones of the gods.

Nesta walked with purpose, her steps hurried. She didn't spare a glance for any of the gods roaming around, instead heading directly for her brother-in-law, Rhysand.

"Nesta." He greeted her. She responded likewise. Their dislike for each other apparent. If it weren't for their mutual love for Feyre, her sister and his wife, they would have most likely already slaughtered each other. The two of them were constantly at each other's throats. He was always waiting for her to step out of line so he would finally have an excuse to banish her the same as he had done to his brother.

Without exchanging pleasantries Nesta immediately stated what had occurred and what she needed him to do about it.

"Cassian saw Azriel taking Elain into the Underworld. He was in the mortal lands, a clear violation of his banishment." She informed him.

"And what do you want me to do about it?" He asked, laying back on his throne, with a bored expression.

"Make him let her go!" She yelled, unable to contain her desperation.

He leaned forward, a smirk that she longed to slap off of his face. "And why should I?"

Nesta looked at him, almost shocked at his response. Their was no love lost between them but everybody loved Elain. She was about to respond when she hear her sister's voice from behind her.

"Rhys," Feyre admonished before turning to Nesta and telling her, "Of course he will do something about it," She cut a sharp glare at her husband, daring him to argue.

He sighed before stating that, yes, he would in fact help.

Momentarily appeased, Nesta walked out.

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Meanwhile, down in the Underworld, Elain was blinking the fatigue away and taking in her surroundings. The room was almost entirely black. From the bed sheets to the walls to the carpet everything was the same shade of onyx. Even the knee length shirt she wore was black. Her cheeks heated at the thought of someone undressing her.

Twisting her neck to get a better view of her surroundings her gaze fell upon a piece of paper.

Elain,

You are welcome to my room. There are clothes that you can use in the top drawer. Feel free to come out whenever you feel up to it. There will be food ready for you.

Azriel

Getting out of the bed proved to be a harder task than expected, her legs were as weak as a baby faun's. She made her way towards the bathroom where she showered. Once she was clean she opened the drawer to reveal a handful of garments that were, shockingly, not black. Most of them were pink, green, or blue. She pulled on a soft green dress that reminded her of grass in the sunlight. She paired it with a gold belt and she untangled her hair as best she could with her fingers, hoping that she at least looked somewhat presentable.

Venturing out of the room, she crept quietly in the direction that seemed the most obvious. She was eventually rewarded with a table laden with baked goods. Her stomach grumbled at the delicious smelling food. Her hand reached out only to pull it back, remembering the stories.

A dark chuckle echoed from the shadows, "The food won't bite."

Cowering away she refused to indulge her hunger. She would rather starve than be trapped here, in a land devoid of sunlight and life. Turning away she made for the hallway but a shadow stopped her. Flinching back, she turned to be met by a black clothed chest. She looked up into his face, finally seeing it in better lighting. Elain was shocked to see how beautiful he was for being known by all as the Devil.

His skin was pale from the lack of sun and she could lose herself in his eyes. They were, dare she say, pretty? Her gaze glided over his skin until she was staring at his mouth. His lips were twisted into a smug grin causing her to look back into his eyes.

"Cat got your tongue?" He raised a dark eyebrow.

She ran out of the room, away from his taunting laugh that echoed through the hallways, following her. When she reached the bedroom that she had awoken in she locked the door and flung herself on the bed.

Part 2>>

[p0ke-st0rm]

HELLO PEOPLE OF ROTUMBLR!!!

I'm St0rm (Storm)!!! I'm a they/them pkmn trainer aiming to be at least a top 3 trainer in unova!

here's my pokemon team (so far) and little fun facts about them under the cut!

Bruce, Croconaw♂️: My starter! Got him as a totodile for my 10th birthday from my uncle that lives in johto. Very energetic, has some black markings on his spikes for some reason but i think it's cute! Likes rainy weather and to be pet under the chin.

Raider, Krocorock♀️: She just evolved!! i raised her from the egg about the same time i got Bruce! Likes to dig up holes on the backyard that we use as secret bases. Her and Bruce are the ultimate biting team and i still have some scars on my hands. Sometimes they fight but at the end of the day they give eachother scritches :]

Scarlet, Whirlepede♀️: Not really 'scarlet' anymore since she evolved, but I named her that since im training her to evolve into a Scolipede! She's kinda grumpy but loves to be cleaned and pet :] When I was younger I used to get poisoned by her on purpose to skip school.. also has zoomies sometimes and wrecks the whole house

Bandit, Scraggy♂️: my pride and joy <3 the newest addition to the team! He's a little shy but he's got the spirit. me n my family were visiting Castelia a few months ago when i found this little guy getting bullied by some pidove for a piece of pizza, helped him and got a new team member! perfect size to cuddle up next to me when i go to sleep

Others!

Zephyr, Crobat♂️: One day a zubat and it's family came and took over the attic. They live there now. luckily we got along since they eat the bug pkmn that eats my mom's plants. She liked them SO much that she spoiled one of the zubat a little and now we have a Crobat as a housemate

Speck, Umbreon♂️: my dad used to have a Mightyena (it was more of a family pet) but it passed away due to old age. We all got pretty bummed so he adopted an eevee. I was the one that took care of him so we got pretty close, and now we have the most energetic umbreon ive ever seen!

//OOC

Hey guys! Storm here. this is my first pokeblog account ever and im kind of new to this. I'll mostly reblog stuff and occasionally post drawings/pictures. also, english is not my first language (the moment nintendo makes a pokemon region based on Brazil you can bet your ass that I'm changing Storm's whole backstory /hj) so ignore any grammar mistakes lol

also my main is @ephemeral-draco, I like to draw and stuff :) //