#Mathias: chat

[sui-generis-elessar]

@mathiascain​

Elessar had managed to ignore Mathias in Lost & Found for most of the day. Having to put the Chthonic out of his mind since looking at him in the ridiculous get up he’d worn in that day would give him an eye twitch. He made a mental note to pick out clothing for Mathias to wear in the shop since nothing but jean overalls were not ‘business casual’ no matter what the Chthonic had said when he’d walked in that morning. The Chthonic was usually exuberant but today he had been flouncing around the Pawnshop in a way that was driving Elessar to distraction. Something, was up. The only problem was that it could be as simple as Mathias seeing a cloud in a shape he liked or that he had someone locked up in his apartment for them to murder. It was impossible to tell with Mathias. Finally Elessar couldn’t ignore Mathias any longer. And turning his head to wear Mathias was next to him, “What has made you so much more exuberant, Mathias?”

[sui-generis-elessar]

Because I'm moving in. It took Elessar a moment to digest that piece of information. "I see." He nodded his head as he walked to his kitchen to make himself a drink. A strong one. He looked at Mathias for a long moment, taking a sip of his drink as he regarded the Chthonic. "What made you think now was the right time to move in with me?"

Elessar walked over to the box on his couch. He shook his head, "No. I don't." But he wanted to see what Mathias had brought so he knew where to tell the Chthonic to put them.The wolf wasn't insane enough to tell Mathias to get out. He frowned looking into the box of seemingly random objects. Elessar was just happy that Mathias had brought them in a box rather than a trash bag and there didn't seem to be anything bleeding in the box. He frowned looking at a very clean envelop inside the box that had his name on it. Reaching down he picked it up and opened it. Reading the simple line. He carefully folded the note and put it back into the paper sleeve. He looked at Mathias and said, "Mathias we're going to need to set some boundaries if you are moving in with me."

Mathias stood there, happy as could be. Of course he didn't mention his decision to move in to Elessar, he didn't think he needed to. Although now he could see why it would have been a good idea to at least mention it to the wolf.

"Because I'm moving in!" It seemed logical to him. Now that Patrick was gone, Mathias needed to go ahead and make Elessar his priority. He was already working at Elessar's shop too, so it just made sense to move in. He was keeping his apartment though, as that was where his family lived. "Do you wanna help me unpack?"

[father-jude]

location: block party

@intxication

It was not often that Jude caught sight of Mathias before the younger man saw him. He wasn't exactly hard to spot, 6'3" wearing all black most of the time. But with the crowd it had given Jude the rare opportunity to look at Mathias without the other knowing. Taking in not just what he was wearing but seeing a furtive look and movement in the younger man that wasn't usually there. Seeing that Mathias was staying on the edges of things.

He walked over to Mathias, keeping his arms crossed over his chest before he spoke, "Are you alright? You seem... Distracted. Were you looking for someone?"

[naga-raja-suresh]

Where: The Bayou

Who: @ascnsionismx (with mention of Em @frgdsecrts)

This was a formal call. Though he detested having to be the one to come to Mathias. He found the petty little push for power silly. But Suresh was a demi-god and guardian of water. The Bayou was not something that frightened him. He did however bring one of his most trusted bodyguards and Emiliano in the form of a crow, sitting on his shoulder.

He walked into the presence of the Deathrunners little court, shoulders back and spine erect. Gold eyes drifting over the small group outside of the meeting room. He left his bodyguard at the door but kept the crow on his shoulder for the time being. Stepping into the room and seeing only Mathias there. A small piece of Suresh relaxed. He turned his head and murmured low in rapid Spanish to the crow, telling him to go find a spot to watch and listen to anyone of interest.

He rested his hands on the back of an empty chair and asked, "Why are you so angry?" Perhaps a little cheap to use his ability to read emotions but he couldn't help it. It was coming off the other rather intensely. "Did your previous meeting go so badly?"

[mathias-wanabe]

I planned to draw FIF and 20xx in one hour but ended up drawing only FIF by memory in like 2 hours instead…

I don’t like it but I spent alotta time on it so oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

*cries in dissatisfaction*

[xxplastic-cubexx]

theres also an xmen 97 variant for magneto! i'd show you but i deleted the game. anyways, erik's luscious locks in 97 reminds me of castlevania dracula

no joke On My Life when i saw 97 magneto for the first time i thought the exact same shit almost immediately 😭😭

[kachimera]

Ok i was talking abt this yesterday w @viralvava on discord but i still can't get over how bafflingly stupid LoI's ending in terms of Mathias actions bc man he rlly just shot himself in the foot. He went ahead and told his whole plan to Leon, told him how he used him, and still expected him to go w him flawlessly.

And not only that, we're talking about a warrior w the skill to murder vampire lords and carrying the only weapon that can truly kill Mathias! And yea you can say he took care of the possibility of Leon rejecting him by having Death take care, but that still reads more as a crude solution instead of a proper backup plan, specially w the priority to neutralize the VK.

And this is made worse when comparing him to Death (who in CoD had a plan b w Isaac (and possibly Trevor?) in case Hector didnt fell to the curse) or Arikado (who in AoS, if Soma failed and turned into the dark lord, had Julius (and himself if needed) to take him down)

And this would be more or less fine on it's own, alright Mathias/Dracula is a crude planner. Except it is already stablished he is a gifted strategist! This man has lead wars undefeated for years! He played Walter like a toy piano! Everything went perfectly until he opened his mouth!

I have two main explanations/headcanons rn:

Mathias full plan included a coherent speech filled with half truths to convince Leon he was helping him and then in the long run convince him of joining him in vampirism. However, the mix of being turned and the raw chaos power of the crimson stone made him lose hold of himself and have an episode (compare to the possesions and curses caused by Drac's magic/Drac's remains/Dominus). This included him pretty much admitting his full plan in an impulse of honesty. And instead of trying a plan b after Leon's rejection he just angrily dumped Death on him. Basically stomped all over his own planning erratically. (This one half relies on magic but i enjoy how it mirrors the corruption that the dark powers have on even Dracula himself)

Mathias has had his strategies work flawlessly for so many years that he has stopped making b plans in case stuff goes wrong. He literally walked into Walter's castle so confident of himself and on Leon's, Sara's and Rinaldo's actions knowing full well that if anything went a little south he'd be a vampire's lunch. And then he had a honest yet nasty fluke with Leon that he had no way to recover from. (This one is like, dumb in a funny way bc good god Mathias, but i also like how this, his one failed plan, mirror's Leon's one defeat here)

Needless to say that in both cases his mental health and emotional state is an utter disaster ofc. We're talking abt a grief drowned man with emotions too strong for him to handle, who's desperately trying to drag the one person he has left with him into an eternity of spite and revenge (and he succeeded in the worst way for him). And in any case one can mismatch from both scenarios. (Anyways, if anyone has cool ideas regarding this i'd love to hear them 👁)

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[father-jude]

Jude looked at Mathias, trying to catch a glimpse of the others face. He thought about how to word what he wanted to say. "Your happiness in a priority to me... Yes I have to make sure I don't neglect my job. But I hope you know that you are important to me." Not exactly what he wanted to say, but it was close. He nodded and smiled gently as Mathias said whatever they do together is perfect. "I can think of a few things you will like. Even if I wasn't there."

"They're alright. It's fun to fall asleep one place and wake up in another." He thought about how difficult it would be to take an actual vacation. But pushed it away. He could at least entertain the idea right now. No reason to rain on their little parade. "It will probably sound funny to you. I'll do it when you aren't expecting it. Would you want to go to a Yankees game? We could do that you know? That'd be fun." He made sure he held Mathias gently as the younger man sounded more and more tired. Feeling a deep sense of peace that Mathias knew he wasn't alone. He pressed a kiss to his hair. "I'll wake you up before I leave, I promise."

"I believe you, but don't feel like you have to make it a priority" Because it was the thought that counted to Mathias too. He respected both of their times and wouldn't be upset if they couldn't always do something, or if they had to cancel. "I feel like you have a pretty good idea of what I do and don't like though. Also, anything I do with you is perfect for me".

He nodded, "Yeah those. That sounds really fun too". A vacation. A place they could go where no one knew them. They could truly be themselves. Mathias chuckled as he tried to imagine what Jude would sound like with an accent, "You should try it. I can't really imagine what it'll be like, but maybe it'll be funny". He was content to fall asleep like this, and was half tempted to. "I know I'm not alone anymore. You've helped with that". He yawned and nestled on Jude's chest, "Just wake me up when you have to go okay? I don't wanna accidentally keep you here".

[sui-generis-elessar]

@mathiascain

Elessar was looking at himself in his bathroom mirror. He was naked, looking at the frozen red waves and mounds of white scar tissue that crawled across still a vast majority of his body. Elessar has never considered himself overly handsome, but he was so fastidious about how he presented himself. But the burns could be seen in many ways. He looked like he'd been fighting for the city, that he had put life and limb in danger for it. The scars spoke and now he didn't have to craft or lie. Less to remember that way. The scars looked like frozen ocean hitting rough shores in his imagination. He lifted his arms stiffly, stretching as best as he could with the uncomfortable pulling from his scarred, healing skin. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye. One was still mostly blind from the heat. He knew who was in his flat. Because there really was only one person that let themselves in like that. Very much like a cat that came and went as he pleased. He turned his face so he could see the Chthonic. His eyes drifting over the younger looking creature before he turned back to the mirror. He knew what Mathias wanted to hear. And something he didn't mind giving today. "You can touch."

[father-jude]

Jude had been struggling. It didn't seem to be noticeable to anyone in the parish or shelter yet, thank God. At least not noticeable enough to cause comment. A quick mention of being clumsy with a kitchen knife had explained away the bandage wrapped around his right hand. And a summer cold explained away the tired look and dark circles. But Jude's nights had been long and sleepless. He could fall asleep but sleep brought dreams. And even the ones people would normally think of as 'good' woke him up in a cold sweat. That night he had showered under scalding hot water and then scrubbed every inch of the hallway, picking up the knives and putting them in an old shoe box that he kept in a forgotten corner of his small closet. He'd then showered again.

Jude had been dreading the next time he saw Mathias. The younger man had been absent for a while. But Jude knew that Mathias gave him space once before. After the kiss… And it wouldn't last. Not that he was any more peaceful either way. But there was also that worry that perhaps something had happened to the other and Jude would never know.

Jude was sitting in the front pew looking at the red flicker of the sanctuary lamp late into one evening. It was the flicker of the flame that let him know he wasn't alone. And only one person wouldn't announce themselves this late at night. He stood up, turning until he saw Mathias. He didn't greet the younger man. Looking at him now he didn't know what to say. And was too wary after the start of their last encounter to pretend.

@intxication

[naga-raja-suresh]

The Nameless are Faceless no more

Location: Neutral territory

Who: Suresh, Mathias (via proxy) @ascnsionismx, Callum @callumloughty, Corvinus @silveredlies

It wasn't often that the Gang Leaders gathered together for a summit. The building specially proofed against magical attacks. These types of meetings were always big to-dos for each of the gangs. Trying to figure out who was going as support and a show of strength. This was an even more delicate process due to the other two anticipated arrivals. Suresh had managed to convince both Callum and Mathias to agree to sit down together so that the three of them could finally put a name and face to the Leader of the Nameless and hopefully allow the Blood Witch to feel free to return to Ireland. Suresh eyed the corpse that Mathias wheeled in with a sense of bland amusement. "Thank you for coming. The other two will be here shortly. I didn't give the Witch the location until about twenty minutes ago."

@ascnsionismx

[rus-st-cyr]

There was something very odd about the guys' aura. Like it had black veins in it. But not exactly veins. It was weird. He'd never seen or felt anything like it before. Like the guy was sick. Maybe he was. It didn't surprise Rus in the last when he said that what he did hurt him. He looked at the animal again and then back to the young looking man.

"Is that the kinda thing you're supposed to get used to man? Familiar or not, seems a little off or something."

Mathias cleaned the blood from his face, noticing small specks of black among the red. He was dying and now it was getting harder to hide. A horrible ticking time bomb just waiting to explode. He stuffed the napkin in his pocket to hide the evidence, "A lil" Mathias said.

It hurt more than he was willing to let on. The more he used his magic, the worse things got. It was like his own life source was being sapped the more he gave life to other beings. It made sense though, where else was all this energy coming from if not from him. "But I'm used to it. Pain is familiar to me".

[alfredosauce50]

Yandere Denmark headcanons

Ruthless, ambitious, and with a mind for expansion, it’s no wonder he always finds himself in positions of political power. But like all men, he has desires of the flesh, the longing for real connection. He comes onto you as an ordinary man, and you love him as one.

What you don’t know, is that he’s the king. When you learn the truth, you pull away fearing for your own safety. But he holds onto all the tighter. With the nation obeying his every whim and every pair of eyes and ears working for him, he’s impossible to escape.

Content warning: Sex, violence, and dubious consent. R18+ only.

The nobleman

Mathias commands respect everywhere he goes. As one of the most powerful men in the ancient world, he has a potent presence that causes the whole energy of a room to change if he were to enter it. But he also likes to blend in when he can. He will dress down to avoid standing out, even if it’s still in clothes for those in the top percentile.

He often leaves the palace grounds to visit the city in person. Whether it’s for leisure or to see how his kingdom is doing, he insists on doing it without protection. And when people recognize his face as the same one on the back of their coins, he gives a reassuring smile as they talk excitedly amongst themselves. The King is here!

Chinese silk, richly dyed clothing, and the most exotic Arabian perfume. They’re everything you notice about Mathias when you serve him at your diner. A member of the ruling class, you think. But that’s all. The last thing you’d expect is for the king himself to show up in this humble establishment, fitting in like everybody else.

“Tell me, eskler,” He begins, watching you set down his meal in front of him. Lamb shank, mash, and the soup of the day. A hearty meal to go with the homey atmosphere. “What do you think about the king?”

“I don’t know,” You lift your gaze to him thoughtfully. Without batting an eye, you tell him the words he didn’t know he needed to hear, and would, in turn, change his life forever. “I’ve never met him.”

He’s taken aback by your response, but it draws him in like no other. There’s people who don’t care for politics, and then there’s you. Someone who’s never even seen him before. And so long as he keeps his identity a secret, he’ll be treated as an equal. It’s nowhere near the treatment fit for a king, but somehow, he can’t get enough.

Mathias asks you out for dinner. You reject him the first time, and understandably so. You don’t wanna accidentally become a part of his harem, or whatever it is the elites are doing these days. However, you eventually have a change of heart when you keep seeing him in your diner. Not to pester you about a date, but only to eat and chat.

“Seeing that you’re more polite than any other man I’ve met, I’ll take you up on your offer,” You tell him.

“Really?”

“What, did you have higher expectations for men?”

“No, that’s why I’m surprised you would say yes,” Mathias explains, following you with his eyes as you clear up the last remaining tables. He eventually stands up to ask this. “What makes me so different?”

The truth is, you sense that he’s a good person, and he’s shocked when you tell him. He tries to see himself in your eyes, and in turn, discovers a whole new side. Thanks to your willingness to engage with him on his level, he gets in touch with the more vulnerable parts of his character. He drops his guard, and feels strangely human.

He starts seeing you in secret. The moment he gets the chance, he disappears from the palace and makes a discrete trip to your home. His alibi? The same thing he’s been doing the whole time. He’ll always show up with flowers and other gifts, but more importantly, an empty stomach, having developed an appetite for your simple cooking.

“So, what are we having for dinner today?” He rubs his hands expectantly as he peers over your shoulder.

“Pickled fish,” You hum.

“Can I help?” He lights up, rolling his sleeves.

“You can help me by staying out of the kitchen.”

He’s very playful. Rolling around with you in the grass, pretending to bite you like a frenzied dog, it’s a timeless romance that transcends the ages. He can play with you like a child but love you like a woman, so being with him feels like a dream. His presence is just so fulfilling you can’t imagine asking for more, but he just keeps surprising you.

He spoils you. His generosity is magnanimous, pampering you with jewelry, dresses, homeware, and everything you could ever need, and more. Mathias imagines himself to be the solution to all your problems, and takes great pride in using his privilege to help you. Little does he know, it’s the one thing that drives a wedge between you both.

“This is really nice and all, but—”

Mathias is taking you to store after store, fishing out anything he thinks would look good on you. And he isn’t picky, or shy, for that matter. He will watch your silhouette behind the paper screen until you finish.

“—this is a bit much, don’t you think?” You appear from the side of the screen in a revealing jade dress, cheeks flushed. “I don’t need all these things, and besides, I could never pay you back if I tried.”

“Why would you pay me back?” He questions.

“I’m just saying,” You reply, sliding your hands in his. “It always feels like we’re from different worlds, Mat.”

He takes that statement personally and becomes cautious about protecting his identity. You hold him to a high enough regard already, and he’s only revealed so much — that he’s an aristocrat. Even then, you’re still wary of the class difference that sets you two apart. Mathias is destined for greatness, but this is all you’ll ever be. Imagine how you’d react if you found out he was the king.

He’s afraid that he’ll scare you off. All rulers have blood on their hands, a ruthlessness that evades the ordinary man. You would be heartbroken if Mathias were anything of such, and he knows. He only wants you to see him as the person he is when he’s with you. Kind, gentle, and passionate. You make feel like a man, and when he feels like a man, it fills him with a carnal sense of purpose.

He’s sensual at heart, so he can’t go without it. Not without you, or the intoxicating completion you give him. So when you start pulling away, he’ll feel the whips of panic because a part of him is slipping away. Every interaction you have with him will become emotionally charged. Mathias chases you like crazy, but you withhold from him, causing him to have frequent bursts of passion.

“I thought we talked about this—”

“—No, I thought we talked about this. You said you loved me, and now you’re not gonna marry me?” Mathias sits up out of alarm, then stares at you like you just betrayed him, because to him, you have.

When you argue

There’s no arguing with Mathias. When he wants it his way, he’ll eventually get it. And in that same breath, you can never stay mad at him, allowing for a vicious cycle that never ends. Something about him just gets you to forgive him before he even does anything. It doesn’t matter what the argument is about, or how bad it gets, because it’s guaranteed you’ll be kissing him by nightfall, and he’ll be making love to you until sunrise.

“What’s makes us so different to each other?”

“You know why,” You rub the tears from your eyes as you rush down the stairs. “I’m not your equal. I don’t have money, I can barely read, and I don’t know anything about the things that are important to you!”

“Those are trivial things! And they’re nothing I can’t give or teach you!” He runs in front of you, talking excitedly. And he believes in every word he speaks. “The fact that we’re arguing makes us equals!”

No matter how outlandish.

“It doesn’t work that way, Mathias!”

He uses sex to his advantage. You know touch is his love language, so it becomes hard to resist, especially after a bad fight. The tension calls for a hard release of it, which he does through a hot and raw pounding. It gives him the safety and reassurance that you will always love him, and he’s addicted to it like a drug. Don’t be surprised that he starts picking fights just for the sake of it.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, okay?” He pants over you, moving his pelvis back and forth in fluid thrusts.

“You wouldn’t dare,” You breathe under him.

“I would,” Mathias speeds up to a pace that gets his face to contort from a pleasure so good, it looked like he was in pain. He was going so hard and deep, his orgasm came in seconds, arriving in strong jets that fills you to the brim. And he’s not letting you go until every last drop of it is pumped into your womb.

He wrecks boundaries and shatters your mind in the process. He can’t handle distance, let alone tension, and will force his way into your world. You can’t help but let him, too helplessly in love with his smile and memory. He seems nurturing and giving, when really, he takes just as much, and if not, more. You don’t always realize that, and lose yourself as well as your ability to say no.

The King

He has a fierce intelligence that intimidates. Not only does he have one of the greatest military minds of all time, there is no taking advantage of him in political exchanges. He can read anyone with a single glance, then find a way to get out on top. It’s all in his slick grin, which goes away in an instant. Making it obvious he’s hiding his amusement is just how he mocks his enemies.

Mathias is above the system. He doesn’t abide by existing power or religious structures if he thinks they’re useless. Sailing west into an open ocean, guiding his people to enlightenment and discovery. Questioning rulers, then going so far as to overthrow them. He’s a dark horse when it comes to challenging the natural order, a master of annexation, a force to be reckoned with.

He treats those below him with respect. He will look anyone in the eye to speak to them on their level, no matter who. He’s not pretentious at all, but very understanding of people from all walks of life. Kind to the poor, merciless to the rich. Civilians are cared for by their king and love him for it, but the same can’t be said for high society. Not that they have anything to say about it.

Mathias is uncensored to violence. He wouldn’t bat an eye at the inside of someone’s skull, heads rolling, or spilled guts. As a king, he’s seen it all. He fights with his men like the God of war for all his incorruptible dreams, so every battle serves a divine purpose. If it means he can give his people a better life, give you a better life, he would gladly take it away all the same without hesitation.

And yet, when you come around, his invincibility, sharpness, everything that makes him ruthless, goes away instantly. That impenetrable exterior his enemies work tirelessly to get past, is broken. He returns to who he is at his core, a kind, gentle, and curious man because you see him as such. Being with you is like rising to the surface and taking a breath for the first time, constantly.

For this, he can never stop thinking about you. Every waking hour of the day, you’re on his mind. With the rush of politics and warfare, all he wants is to drown in your love, beauty, and femininity. You are the light to the darkness that pervades the world, your presence a sacred haven in all the chaos. It’s no wonder the world is made for two, because he can’t understand it without you.

That’s why he’s such an intense lover. Mathias will show up to your doorstep uninvited and beg for your attention like he’s starving for it, because there’s no other way to describe such a feeling. Whether it’s through talking, touching, or kissing, the way he looks at you is how all girls want to be looked at — a look with so much love, you can hardly return it. But he makes you every time.

He can stay calm even in times of conflict and crises. He knows when he’s in control, and this has served him well for many years. But if he does lose his head, it’s when you’re caught in the crossfire. He will do anything to keep you safe, even if he has to sacrifice thousands of others. He wouldn’t just go to war for you like other men, he would wage them. Start them. Finish them.

His dedication is the stuff of myths and legends, because if it came down to it, he would venture to the depths of the underworld to rescue you from the dead. Slay monsters to prove his worth. Challenge Gods. Nothing is bigger than his love for you, and he’ll make the whole world feel it. What he has with you is for the history books, epics, and sagas, but he’d prefer privacy over all.

You are his only weakness, so if someone caught wind of the king’s secret lover, everything would be over. Unfortunately, he gets too carried away by going to your home too often. To protect you, he has no choice but to reveal his identity and take you back to the palace. Dressed up in his most extravagant robes, he knocks on your door with a band of soldiers surrounding the property.

When you answer, the first thing you see is Mathias in his crown, and behind him, the royal guard. Your heart sinks as everything clicks. Why he was always so secretive, why he was always so adamant that you were his equal, his other half. Why the court advisors bowed before him despite being the highest ranking officials in the state, because he was above everyone and everything, all except for the Gods themselves.

“Let me explain.” He tells you, brows raised.

“I knew it,” You utter, slamming the door in his face. But nobody simply shuts out the king, not even you. That reality sinks in as he stays outside your home, asserting he has no intention to leave without you.

The honeymoon

The first week is the toughest. You feel betrayed and overwhelmed by who Mathias is, so you refuse to see him. He’s very understanding at first, and prepares a separate room just for you. It’s fully furnished, lavishly decorated, and filled with everything you’ve ever laid your eyes on. He’s been thinking of you all this time, yearning to be with you, but you have yet to give in. This isn’t the man you thought you knew, and yet, some part of you always suspected he’d turn out this way. He seemed too good to be true, and he was. After all, every force has an equal and opposite reaction, where his love for you alone goes head to head with his ruthlessness.

He tries to find you around the palace, which is perfect for when you eventually get cabin fever. You roam the palace grounds out of curiosity, even joining some of the servants in the kitchen. Mathias would never show up in a place like that, and that serves you well for a few days. You feel like yourself again and all is well, that is, until you run into him in the orchard, picking apples for himself. It’s the second time you’ve made the crucial mistake of thinking of him as any other king when he isn’t. No chore is too low for him to do, no place too filthy for him to be. You both stare at each other, eyes wide. Without a single word exchanged, you turn around and run off.

“Will you at least have dinner with me?” He calls out to you, watching your back grow smaller and smaller.

“I’m quite fine, thank you.”

“Please?” Mathias softens his voice. “I miss you.”

You can’t resist him, especially when he talks and looks at you like that. The man you thought you knew is still in there, and it sucks you in like a rip. You join him in the dining hall and have a meal together, even if it’s a silent one. You’re keen on leaving right after, but he’s quick to notice that. He’s never wrong when it comes to reading your body language, even when you were being subtle about it. Turns out, with him, nothing is subtle. He catches you before you get far, grabbing your hand and pulling you back. “I’m still the same person you love, so will you just stay with me?”

Mathias is sneaky. He’s really good at reeling you in and letting you think you’re pushing him away. And he gets closer the more he keeps doing it. He knows exactly what he’s doing, while looking like he doesn’t. His innocent act is more effective than you’re led on to believe, because you fall for it every time. Every interaction with him has a catch, just like the dinner that came with a stroll. And now, you’re in his bed a week after telling him you want to sleep separately. You only realize your mistake three nights in, curled up tightly in his arms, staring up at his tired, smiling face.

“What am I gonna do with you?” You whisper.

“The same thing you’ve always done.” He answers.

He’s comfortable in his natural state. Mathias has the body of a warrior, his skin scarred by all the blades that have touched him. Otherwise, he’s an impressive specimen produced from years of battle and good genes. Large, muscular, and well-endowed. If the weather allows for it, he’ll relax in the bedroom buck naked, and talk to you as casually as he would with clothes on. He doesn’t feel any shame or embarrassment when he’s so familiar with you. He can also work up quite a stink, so he makes it a point to chase you around for a hug. And he catches you every time.

He expects you to join him for breakfast and dinner everyday. Mathias has a lot of business to attend to in between, but wants you to be the first and last thing he sees. Waking up and falling asleep beside you isn’t enough. He also insists on taking all his baths with you, so you ought to get used to being naked around him. He’s the type to stare, and so much that it’s embarrassing, but he always makes sure to remind you how beautiful you are. He may be a handful, but he just wants you to be as comfortable around him as you can so you both can be like two peas in a pod.

“It’s not like I haven’t already seen every inch of you, so don’t be shy,” He wades over to you in the pool.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t stop refreshing your memory.” You splash his face, cackling. “Have some manners!”

He tutors you. Granted, it took a lot of convincing on your end, but you can’t deny that you want to be closer to him, and this is how. He teaches you all about his duties, as well as math, science, and literacy. You didn’t go to school, but he wants to involve you in official business as you’ll be his most trusted partner in the future. And if he sends letters, you need to be able to read them. He’s been elevating you this whole time, hoping that you gain the confidence to stand by his side one day. And when that day comes, he’ll propose to you in a way that feels so natural, you won’t hesitate to accept. If you see him smiling at you over nothing, that’s what he’s thinking about. You’re going to be this nation’s most beloved queen one day, and he can’t wait for it to come.

The night of your wedding, he will carry you to his chambers to consummate it. He doesn’t think of it as a duty wherein he needs to produce heirs, but something he’s been wanting to do for ages. Starting a family with you, if he didn’t already get you pregnant from all the unprotected sex he’s been having with you for months. But tradition is tradition, and there won’t be another opportunity as romantic as this. You’ll be ravished all night, taking him until your insides ache and you get sick of his taste. He has a penchant for all kinds of sex, but combined with his ox-like stamina and insatiable appetite, he could go at it forever.

Mathias would want to reincarnate by your side, finding you again and again in endless rebirths. In the dark ages where life is short and death is always near, having you just once isn’t enough. So after conquering the mortal world and making it perfect for you, he will search for answers to the question that needs answering. What comes after death, and if you’ll be there, waiting for him. It’s strange. He has dreams of having different lives, each more vivid than the last. Sometimes a dashing prince, other times, a champion boxer. He doesn’t understand what he experiences, but the thing about dreams is that they always make sense when he’s in them. So maybe, it’ll come to him one day, even if it’s thousands of years later.

[sui-generis-elessar]

"Lots of people want to fuck directors. Fame and fame adjacent. You just don't notice because you're infatuated with me." Elessar saw people the same as money, assets to acquire or spend. Everything was transactional. When Mathias said that it seemed like Elessar wanted to fuck a director the producer smirked, "I've fucked plenty of directors and movie stars. I just wanted to touch you. So I did. We don't have time to fuck right now." When Mathias reached for his drink he was surprised, Dom wasn't exactly Mathias' speed but he had begun to offer the glass to the other man when he spilled it on himself. Elessar frowned and let out a long, annoyed sigh. "You're a child." Thankfully champagnie would be easy to hide one it was dry. When the little shit flicked the Dom at him he yanked the glass out of Mathias' hand and tossed it onto a seat away from the both of them hearing it hit the leather with a muted noise as the rest of the liquid splashed across the other side of the limo. The backseat smelling like expensive champagnie. Elessar's bursts of violence were quick and explosive but over quickly. He pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at the drops on his face. "Because it tastes good. And because it's expensive. Why drink cheap swill that tastes like battery acid?" He looked at the younger man with cold eyes reached out to grab his face with one hand. "Do you think spilling something on yourself is going to get you what you want? If you want to look homeless on the red carpet that's up to you. I'll have them drop me off first and take another lap around the block before letting you out." It was a game, Mathias would push him. And Elessar would be as cold as he could be in reaction. Push, pull. It was similar to how they ended up fucking in a puddle of fake blood as Elessar nearly choked Mathias unconscious. But it had been one of the most satisfying orgasms he'd ever had.

Red carpets were so exciting and terrifying at the same time. Mathias still wasn't completely used to them. People wanted to know what lead Patrick and him to creating their current movie, and in the same breath they'd ask what was next. The want for entertainment was never-ending and tiring. As long as they were funding, Patrick and him would continue doing what they did without shame. Mathias thought they were lucky to be able to continue on their path without being forced to change. He supposed he had to be thankful to Elessar for that. The producer liked what they made, and never forced them to change it. It made their films unique and they stood out among the cookie cutter crowd.

He made a face at Elessar, "I think you're reading too much into it. I don't know of anyone who wants to fuck directors, they wanna fuck the movie stars". Elessar was a creature of perfection to Mathias. He came from money and bled it too. While Elessar drank expensive champagnes, Mathias nursed some cheap whiskey. He cut a look at the producer after that brief tease. "It seems like you're the one who wants to fuck a director right now, Elessar". Mathias looked around and out the window. There was still a way to go before they were asked to exit the vehicle, and it wouldn't be the weirdest place they messed around in. That prize went to a bloody set after everyone had gone home for the day. It took Mathias all night to wash the corn syrup blood out of his hair and clothes (which he ended up throwing away). He reached for Elessar's drink and accidentally spilled some on his nice suit. "Oh no! How horrible! Hey driver, go slow we got a spill back here, try to stall us for time!" he said while shutting the privacy screen. His little detour was going to cost him, he knew that, but Mathias liked it when Elessar was pissed. To really tick him off more, Mathias dipped his fingers in the drink and flicked it towards Elessar, "What the point of drinking this expensive shit anyways?"

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Muses:

My Hero Academia:

Katsuki Bakugou (aged up 26), Izuku Midoriya (aged up 25), Toshinori Yagi, Shouta Aizawa, Tenya Iida

Pokemon:

Archie Aogiri, Augustine Sycamore, Maxie, Professor Turo, Director Clavell, Guzma

Miraculous Ladybug:

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Ladybug, Gabriel Agreste, Adrien Agreste, Chat Noir

Ace Attorney:

Phoenix Wright, Gregory Edgeworth, Miles Edgeworth

Kuroshitsuji:

Sebastian Michaelis, William T. Spears, Ronald Knox, Grell Sutcliff

OC: Rayn (Joker's Son)

Resident Evil:

Piers Nivans (Post RE6), Leon Kennedy

Monster High:

Draculaura, Cleo De Nile, Lagoona Blue

Winx Club:

Stella (Age 22), Musa (Age 20), Bloom (Age 20)

Sailor Moon:

Ami Mizuno / Sailor Mercury, Mamoru Chiba (Tuxedo Mask), Chibiusa

Kingdom Hearts:

Kairi, Aqua, Luxord / Rould, Sora, Eraqus, Vexen, Axel, Saïx, Vanitas, Xion, Namine, Marluxia, Larxene, Zexion, Roxas, Demyx

Castlevania:

Mathias Cronqvist, Succubus, Leon Belmont, Vlad Tepes, Lisa Tepes, Ronaldo

Sonic Muses:

Rouge the bat, Amy Rose

911 (FOX)

Eddie Diaz, Evan Buckley, Athena Grant

Disney Muses:

Tinkerbell, Lord Milori, Elsa, Rapunzel, Ariel, Jasmine

Rune Factory:

Karina, Pia, Carmen, Lucas, Fuuka, Lucas, Arthur, Ethelberd, Jones, Kuruna, Ondorus, Gaius, Zaid

Clannad:

Nagisa Furukawa, Fuuko Ibuki