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[dragonsoulage]

Reno as a kpop-idol ~ headcanon

Hello world, currently I just had an idea. Like I am a metal girly but hey other genres are cool too. And it's all my besties fault that I kinda went obsessed over Yeonjun, because he remind me so hard to Reno. So here we are having a small kpop-idol Reno headcanon, have fun🌚✨

Warnings: fluff, and in the end a little suggestive

- kpopidol!Reno, who would be just so damn pretty, like the girl, the outfits, the hair, the attitude. He ate it up

-kpopidol!Reno, who is a solo artist, is doing his own songs

- kpopidol!Reno, who his fans are thirsting over him, and he knows he is fine—more than fine, actually. Always messing around

- kpopidol!Reno, who seems a little lost sometimes but he got sass in interviews, and that flirty attitude. Fan-made edits are always showing how dorky and confused he looks during questions.

- kpopidol!Reno, who is cocky, although he needs to try to keep that down when he is on display, at least this is what his manager Rude says.

- kpopidol!Reno, who is eating up every choreo like it would be nothing, is a master at improvising some moves

-kpopidol!Reno, who is getting on the nerves of his manager Rude because he wants to do a collab with another idol Rufus, whose manager is Tseng. "Come on, you know that could make an ass of money. Fans would be literally crying, and believe me, I have seen that."

- kpopidol!Reno, who adores you, you were his cute little stylist. You were also the stylist of another K-pop artist duo. The duo was called "sweet & spicy," and the members were the girls Elena and Cissnei

-kpopidol!Reno, who always gives you a flirty line that makes you blush. "Oh, there she is, that cute style queen. So what do we have in store today? Mind to sit on my lap when tying my tie?" And for sure, he gives you a wink.

- kpopidol!Reno, who knows, you were that cute and nervous kind of person with that small giggle because you couldn't help yourself. "You won't wear a tie today, so it's not necessary."

-kpopidol!Reno, who always is searching eye contact with you while you moved around trying to select what would fit him today for the show. Beautiful turquoise orbs following your every movement and always that smug grin on his face

-kpopidol!Reno, who was such a handsome man, was an absolute eye catcher as an idol. And the fans screamed for him below the stage. Although he enjoyed the attention, it was you who he was interested in

- kpopidol!Reno, who waited for you to give him all his clothes. You waited for him to change, but well, for his shirt, he extra changed right in the same room as you. Abs flexing while he pulled down his shirt, his strong chest...you tried to look away, but you couldn't

-kpopidol!Reno, who is messing with you "Are we staring, darling?" Reno asked before he flashed you a toothy grin. Setting his goggles on top of his head for what he was so known for

-kpopidol!Reno, who knows when he sees you panic a little and hide your face behind your hair. "Never would do... do that. Don't you need to go on the stage by now?" You tried to distract it.

-kpopidol!Reno, who is trying to be a little soft with you, "Just messing a little, sweetheart." he was flirty, yes, but he tried to be not too forward at all with you. Since you were a little shy in his presence.

- kpopidol!Reno, who comes to you before the show starts, just to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "Watch me, closley, yeah? Want you to enjoy the show."

-kpopidol!Reno, who is turning back to you shortly before, he needs to go on stage. Leaning close, making the kabedon move, is what makes you so weak in the knees. "And after that, you let me invite you to dinner, yeah? No need to answer; I know we are going."

-kpopidol!Reno, who was hyping up the crowd even more when he entered the stage with such an entrance song and dance.

-kpopidol!Reno, who makes extra little moves to flash his abs or stick out his tongue, he is sexy but a little silly. All girls are just yelling for more.

-kpopidol!Reno, who knows that he probably will be trending in TikTok with all the edits that will be made when he flashed his sweaty abs in a dance choreo.

-kpopidol!Reno, who sometimes watches you out of the corner of his eyes because you stood right in the backstage area next to the mainstage watching his show intently

-Kpopidol!Reno, who winks at you so shortly when he does a spin with a cocky grin, making you feel all kinds of butterflies in the tummy

-kpopidol!Reno, who runs to you between a small break, you already had a bottle of water in your hand, just like his assistant, but well, he likes you far more. Who grabs the bottle from your hand so your fingers would be brushing? "Enjoying it, pretty? Nearly seems like you can't take off your eyes,  hm."

- kpopidol!Reno who saw you nodded sweetly. Not even denying you watched indeed every move. "You doing great. And the outfit I choose fits really well." You answered

-kpopidol!Reno, who chuckled shortly and tilted up your chin. "Anything you choose for me fits. Like you fit me, right? Don't forget the dinner, baby." But before you could answer, he already went to the rest of the show

- kpopidol!Reno, who always was flirty but only had eyes for you. Stealing kisses in the private area with you when no one was watching. "Reno, someone could be walking in. " You mumbled between the kisses, but he didn't even give you a chance to think, instead pulling you closer against him and gently biting your lip. "Calm downy babygirl, no one's going to find out." Before he explored your mouth with his tongue again

- kpopidol!Reno, who tells Rude about you. "You can't be serious? You know that cannot be published. You always would need to be on your toes. What about her?" Rude was kind of complaining, although he could understand that Reno fell for you; after all, you were so sweet.

-kpopidol!Reno, who had a secret relationship with you, everything private. "Well, she is my stylist. No one will know a thing. I just turned to... really like her. After all, she is a shy little thing, so it's not like she ever would make a public appearance even when we could."

-kpopidol!Reno, who lets you watch when he is learning a new choreo, needs an opinion, if he looks hot. Of course he does; he just wants praise from his girl

-kpopidol!Reno, who always tells you how much he loves you because he always acted cocky and flirty, it was expected from him as this kind of idol. But he never wants to make you sad with this.

-kpopidol!Reno, who got the best looks simply because of your skill in style and fashion, especially for the music video shoots

-kpopidol!Reno, who would raise an eyebrow when he finally makes a collab with the other idol Rufus, and you styled both of them. "Sweet girl." Rufus remarked shortly when you disappeared to get some other stuff.

-kpopidol!Reno, who tried not to show his jealous side; after all, you just had eyes for him.

-kpopidol!Reno, who always calls for you during the shoot. Just to be kind of territorial. "Hey there, pretty. Think my jaket is a little lost here? Can you fix?"

-kpopidol!Reno, who literally decided to ravish you in the backstage area in his changing room, after the shoot was done. It was a little risky, but he was always was a risky guy, wasn't he?

-kpopidol!Reno, who coos at you. "Good girl, all my fucking good girl, that's right, ya?" While he is thrusting hard to rearrange your insides. With your cute noises muffled against his shoulder.

-kpopidol!Reno, whose eyes widen when he hears the door, and it is gladly just Rude. "For heavens sake, can't you keep your dick inside your pants until you are home?" Rude cursing but immeditly left

-kpopidol!Reno, who simply has a good career and life because you were there to make it even better. Your pretty boy 💖

[pinkofatom]

Elena and Marinette

CW: monster girls, dolls, dollification, corruption

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This is set in the world of Maria's corruption find other stories in the same world with #Maria's Fall.

Elena held her right hand high, a blue sphere floated gently above. Cold light illuminated rows of bookshelves. The court magician knew, she would find an answer here. Yet worry nibbled at her mind. Over the last months, a new wave of monsters had taken more and more lands. First a chapel, then villages and outskirts, but now even cities fell to the corruption. Like an unstoppable fire they expanded.

Queen Marinette was one of the first to truly react against this threat. While Elena knew that hunter guilds and local forces had tried to stop the tide, she was very aware that none of the nobles responsible for these lands seemed to act. She swallowed a lump of frustration. Arrogance and negligence, thought Elena, or worse incompetence directed the ruling class' actions.

No, no, she had to calm down. Taking a deep breath, she focused on the task ahead. The mission given to her by Queen Marinette. Heat colored her cheeks. A sigh escaped her lips. Queen Marinette was a true ruler. Compassionate, dutiful and beautiful. Not like this ancient library Elena had to brave for her queen. Grey cold walls marred with dark growths dampened her mood. Moldy shelves told of the time this place had been forgotten.

But what truly attacked Elena, was the oppression excuded by the missing light. Each hallway looked the same. Once again she squeezed through a pair of shelves, stepping into another alley of darkness. Then her blue orb of light would allow shadows to flick alive while unreadable covers whispered forbidden knowledge.

Eerie did not describe this place. Elena drew her coat closer together. A shiver crawled down her spine. She could not imagine how this library was in the days of old, but now it definitely had become horrible. And yet she knew the answer to this crisis had to be hidden here — in a place of knowledge and magic that existed since the last great monster invasion.

So the magician stepped deeper into the maws of darkness. She felt herself getting swallowed by this place, only the light orb above her guiding her steps. The deeper Elena wandered the more her thoughts drifted back to her queen. In her minds eye, Elena could see Queen Marinette, sitting on her throne. Her white dress and golden hair were illuminated by a stream of light from a window above. Her full lips curled upwards, radiating her motherly nature. Elena knew, Queen Marinette would do anything to save her people — to protect them. The sole reason, why Elena would step into such a horrible place. For her Queen, Elena thought. She smiled to herself.

Louder the covers whispered. Agitated the shadows lapped at the light. And the cold of the stone crept under Elena's clothes, biting at her flesh. Still she walked deeper. Deeper into the ancient library. She knew the answer was here. So she kept walking and looking. Searching for the answer. Searching for the secret that would protect the people she cared about. The people she swore allegiance to. She knew she had to do this — for Queen Marinette.

Again Elena saw her Queen in her mind's eye. Long golden streams of hair flowed down the lying figure. Elena felt heat gather in her loins, as she saw her queen in the nightgown — black laces barely covered the curvaceous breasts or vuloptuos hips. Queen Marinette smiled at her. Her soft hands gently caressing the folds of her gown. Elena's heartbeat quickened. Blood shot to her cheeks and loins, as the night gown slipped down. Full and heavy, her queen's breasts spilled forth, nipples erect.

Elena gulped for air, trying to regain her composure. Her left hand grabbed onto a shelve to hold her steady. She shook her head. Something was wrong. She should not think of Queen Marinette this way. Yet, the image of her pure Queen in daring black lace would not leave her mind. A shiver of arousal rolled down her chest and made her legs tremble. The orb of light flickered. Darkness grabbed her feet.

But Elena did not react. Mouth open, she could not dispell this fantasy. Queen Marinette smiled and turned. The night gown slipped down further. Like an hourglass, her waist curved upwards into wide and full hips. The fabric pooled on the floor, revealing her queens behind — plumb and full, her cheeks wobbled lightly. They wiggled with an invitation. Her queen turned her head around. Lust burned in her blue eyes. A pink tongue licked along her red lips.

Elena's knees gave in. She felt her body getting warm, as her heartbeat thumped against her chest. Her mouth felt dry, while her loins became moist. Shadows crawled up her legs. Again she shook her head. She was here to find the solution. To help her queen.

Her queen's smile widened. With her right hand, she gently slapped one cheek. The plump flesh wobbled under her queen's might. A gasp escaped Elena's lips. The shadows crawled further up, reaching her hips.

She tried to dispell the fantasy. Queen Marinette would not act this way. She would not slap her own butt. Her queen was regal and pure — not seductive and slutty.

Elena swallowed. Again her queen slapped her own behind, the crack like thunder in Elena's ears. She could see the skin turn red, but still her queen's eyes glittered full of lust.

Elena could not tear away. Her own body burned up with lust and arousal, as her gaze was fixed on the butt of her queen. Her queen that slapped herself. Again her right hand flew and crashed down. Flesh wobbled in delectable waves. And darkness hugged Elena's chest. She did not notice it. All that mattered to her was this sinful, perverse display.

Her queen giggled and shook her hips, making her plumb rear dance. She leaned down, letting her breasts spill forth, dangling full and heavy. And again her hand crashed down.

"Would you like that Elena?" A seductive whisper. "To have your queen display herself for pleasure? Play with herself without reservations?"

A moan was Elena's only answer. Her own body burned up with desire. She felt her clothes cling to her, drenched with sweat. Pressed onto her by possessive shadows.

Elena could not answer. The sight of her queen's red, slapped behind made her speechless. And yet the darkness hugged her closer now. She could feel her arms go limp and her eyes turn heavy.

The queen giggled again. "Don't be shy, Elena. I can be slutty. Just for you."

With another giggle she shook her hips, sending wobbles down her butt cheeks, as she turned to face Elena again. "I can be the queen of sluts — your queen of sluts." A lascivious smile played on her lips. "It's the solution to all my problems."

Her queen leaned down. Full breasts dangled before her. Her gaze fixated on Elena's. Then she spread her legs, allowing the court magician to look down into the forbidden valley.

"Look, Elena." A seductive whisper. Her queens left hand slowly stroked along the inner thigh. "It's the only way to be free of those pesky responsibilities. Why fight the inevitable, if we can be part of something far more pleasurable. Just give in, my little magician." Her left hand cupped her own pussy, fingers lightly tracing the labia and the folds. "It is what we need."

And then she slipped in two fingers, moaning. Her cheeks turned rosy and her breath quickened, but her gaze was still fixed on Elena. "Give in." Another lascivious giggle and the fingers went faster. They pumped into her. She moaned and gyrated her hips.

"Give in, Elena." Again a lascivious smile, but her voice turned to a whisper. Her fingers sped up and pumped deeper. "Just look and let go of all control." She moaned louder. "Resistance is futile."

And Elena could not do anything. She was trapped by the darkness and her own desire, her own burning lust for her queen. Shadows crawled along her face. The blue light flickered once more. Darkness grabbed Elena and her heart raced in fear.

"Give in. Give in." Queen Marinette moaned louder and louder. Faster her hand pumped. And then her hips shook violently and her eyes rolled up. One last moan, and the darkness took Elena.

***

Queen Marinette sat on her throne. Worry gnawed at her conscience. Two weaks had passed since Elena traveled to the ancient library. Intellectually, the queen, knew that the trip took time, but still an ominous feeling stirred in her chest.

The loud groan of a door ripped Marinette from her spiraling thoughts. A maid stumbled into her throne room. The poor things face flushed from the hurry, eyes glazed over in exhaustion. Ragged breaths had loosened the servants uniform, showing off a bountiful cleavage.

"My queen," gasped the maid, a sound that bordered on the obscene. Marinette let a gentle smile curl on her lips. The poor thing worked too much. "My queen, the court magician has returned."

Marinette felt the knot of worry loosen. Elena was back. She had made it. The queen let a hand brush along the arm rest of her throne. A sigh of relief spilled forth from her full lips. Elena was safe.

The maid stood there, chest rising and sinking. A sheen of sweat had gathered between her cleavage, painting a glistening line of light. "My queen, shall I bring — her." A moan nearly swallowed the last word.

Marinette cocked her head to the side. This maid needed a break. "Of course. And once you are done, take the rest of the day off." She let a warm smile play on her lips. The queen was in a good mood.

A flush crawled along the maid's neck, coloring the cheeks in a dark red hue. "Of course." Another moan. And with a curtsy the maid hurried away, her uniform clinging tightly to her behind, revealing the round shape of her rear. The door groaned once more.

Marinette let another sigh escape her full lips. The ancient library. She wondered how it must have felt to step into that place of forgotten knowledge. And yet Elena had done so, for her queen. Warmth crawled along Marinette's neck. She could not help it, but this loyalty stirred feelings within her. Maybe it was just her imagination.

Again the door brought Marinette back to reality. Elena strode into the throne room. A loud slap on the maids behind echoed through the room. A lascivious smile was on Elena's face, while the maid stumbled forward with a moan. Marinette felt a lump in her throat, as she saw that Elena wore her cloak open. Underneath, she had only her tight black leotard that hugged her curves. A wide opening revealed the plumb and round breasts of the magician. Instead of a hood covering her friends face, a conical hat with a wide brim graced her head. A black band of fabric wrapped around her neck. And instead of her wand, Elena held a thick staff.

Elena giggled and kneaded the maids rear, before she whispered in the servants ear. "That's your reward for bringing me to my queen, little slut." A giggle. And another slap on the maids behind, making the cheeks wobble and a moan escape the servants lips.

"Elena!" Marinette could not hide the shock in her voice. The court magician was not acting like herself at all. Something had happened.

Elena looked at her queen. Violet eyes shimmered with an emotion the queen did not know. The court magician strode forward. A lascivious grin was on her full lips and the maid hurried out of the room. The door fell close, leaving Marinette and her friend alone. Elena fell down on one knee, but her eyes never left her queen's gaze.

"I have returned, my queen." Elena's voice had a husky quality to it. "I found the answer we seek." With a swift movement, Elena drew her hand in front of Marinette's eyes. "Look, my queen, I will show you." The magician opened her fingers. A red gem glinted in her palm.

Marinette could not help but look. She was too curious. The red stone sparkled and glinted. Shining with its own light. Beautiful, was all the queen could think. And the light glowed stronger, brighter. It bathed Marinette's face, and she felt herself relax. The gem had the answers, she knew that. All she had to do was stare.

"This will free us, my queen. Free us from all our problems." A seductive whisper next to Marinette's ears. "Free from responsibility. From pain. It's a pleasure to behold."

Again she felt warm. Elena's voice made her heart beat quicker, while her breathing turned shallow and ragged. But she did not care. She only looked at the glowing red light. The sparkling stone of solution. The red stone of freedom. A shudder rolled up her spine, making goosebumps flare on her naked skin. The cold throne room seemed to be forgotten. Warmth washed through her, and it made her clothes cling to her body.

"I know that the worry over those monsters and for your subjects has dominated your thoughts, my queen. But now, let it go. Let it drop," whispered Elena, and her words seeped into Marinette's mind. "The light is the solution, and once you give in — it will take the worries. Those thoughts of yours." Another breath brushed past Marinette's left ear. She felt herself squirm on her throne, as arousal gathered in her loins. "Give in, and your worries and thoughts will fade."

And Marinette knew this was the truth. She saw the red glow pulsing within the stone, and the worry dissipated, replaced with burning lust. With her eyes on the sparkling stone, all worries melted away.

"Give in to that feeling. Look and let go. Let everything fade but this red glowing light." Another shudder rocked through Marinette's body. Elena's hands brushed over the queen's arms. "Feel your control dwindle. You don't need to be in charge, my queen. Here let me demonstrate. Raise your left arm," whispered Elena with a smile, and the stone flared a ruby red glow, like the molten core of a fire, and Marinette found herself raising her arm.

"Excellent." The voice had a seductive lilt that Marinette knew she loved, and a shiver rolled up her spine. "You don't need to be in control, do you? Answer with no."

"No."

The queen could not stop her voice. She felt the control over it fade. Her thoughts began to grow dim. All that mattered to her was this stone.

"Very nice. Now lift the other arm."

Marinette's right arm shot up. Her mind was on fire, as the heat and arousal coursed through her body, her loins throbbed, and she wanted more.

"Stand up," whispered the magician.

And Marinette did. She felt how the dress clung to her sweaty frame, molding itself against her curves. A soft moan spilled from her parted lips, while she saw the glinting red stone pulse with an unknown force. An unknown force she could trust. The red glow made it easier. She loved the freedom to not think, to not have to make any choices.

"Undress, my marionette." And again the red stone flared, its light bathing her body.

Marinette felt her arms move to follow the order. They moved along the sides of her breasts, over her waist. Her breath quickened, while she grabbed her dress, and with slow deliberate motions she pulled it down, the thin straps sliding along the smooth skin, revealing the soft curves of her shoulders. She let the white dress fall to the floor. And she stood before her loyal court magician in nothing but her white garters and white underwear.

"Lovely, my slutty queen." Another whisper. Elena let one hand trail down Marinette's naked flank. Shivers and shudders followed. The queen could not tear away. "I knew you were hiding something more exciting. But it's not as adventurous as I would like. But, no matter. Once you are the perfect little puppet that will change. Answer with a yes," commanded her magician.

"Yes," came the breathless reply. And the red glow of the stone pulsed even more.

"Do you love the red light? Would you like it, if it were a part of you, marionette? Of course you do," giggled her magician.

"Yes." And the word slipped past Marinette's full, rosy lips. Her eyes could not leave the glow, the glint of the stone. The queen could see a vortex within. And she knew it beckoned for her.

"Do you love giving control over to the light, letting your worries fade away? Tell me."

"Yes," said the marionette queen. Her voice a mixture of burning lust and dull obedience.

Elena giggled softly. The light pulsed brighter, making Marinette's body tremble with another shiver, making her skin tingle and the heat gather at her sex once more. "You have never felt so alive before," whispered her magician.

A faint nod from the marionette. She saw the vortex within the red stone pulse stronger, drawing her deeper in, calling for her.

"I will give you this gem, my marionette, under one tiny little promise. All that is yours will be mine. Your lands, your people — your soul and body will belong to me. Is that alright?" Elena giggled and her fingers danced around Marinette's breasts.

The marionette queen nodded and mouthed the word 'Yes'.

A lascivious grin graced the features of the magician. And with one hand, she reached up. A thick collar of obsidian leather materialized in the palm. The red gem nestled perfectly in. Elena bound it around Marinette's neck.

The moment, the clasp snapped shut, a spark jumped through the red gem, making the leather of the collar pulse, and the leather became alive, surging outwards and inwards at the same time, sinking itself into Marinette's skin. A mewl spilled past her lips, as she felt her consciousness, all that made her herself, fall deeper into the red glimmering stone. Consciousness drowned in hot molten submission. Her body transformed. Full and heavy the queen felt her breasts turn plump and supple. She moaned louder, while her waist grew narrow, just to blossom in wide, fertile hips. And from the red glinting gem and its collar, the leather began to mold her. Black wrapped around Marinette, forcing her breasts upwards, molding the marionettes body to Elena's taste. In the blink of the eye, the marionette's upper torso and her arms had been covered in an intricate harness, squeezing and accentuating her body. Her breasts thrust up, spilling from a leather bra, and the harness reached behind, diving down over her plump butt.

Marinette's vision turned blurry, the heat and lust surged and raged through her mind, burning out everything else. As her vision cleared, a bright empty smile graced thick plump lips. Bright blonde locks cascaded in voluminous waves. And the last bit of black molded itself over her pussy, forming a tight crotch piece that made sure she was always filled, yet kept the queen ready to serve and be used at any moment.

"There you are." A giggle escaped the magician's lips. "My witch's doll." And Elena kissed her puppet queen, her tongue pressing inside. And the puppet's mind flared alive, filled with devotion and love, and the wish to obey. A moan slipped into the kiss.

"You see, my marionette," whispered Elena, "the library held all the answers. The shadows of the great Lady taught me witchcraft." The smile on Elena's lips grew wide and full of teeth. "She showed me that servitude is a far more rewarding fate than resistance. You see the solution to our monster problem was to become part of them — to follow the Lady's will." Another giggle escaped Elena's lips. "Now why don't we start by corrupting the capital, hmm?" She stroked along the puppet queen's cheek.

A lascivious giggle slipped from Marinette's full, bright lips.

"Yes, mistress Elena." And a warm smile played on the puppets lips. A shudder rolled through Marinette's body.

***

Diana panted. Shivers of warmth crawled down her skin — her maid uniform hang in disarray. The lilting words of court magician Elena drew circles inside her mind. Her pussy felt wet. She knew it was wrong, but still the pleasure rolled up and down. The air tasted heavy with perfume and arousal. Each step she took felt more foreign than the one before. Breasts jiggled more, hips swayed wider. Her plump butt felt so full — so bouncy in the clutches of the skirt, like a ripe melon in bloom, waiting to be plucked, slapped, groped. Diana panted. Her heartbeat thumped against her ribcage.

With the palm of her hands, Diana wiped away beads of perspiration from her brow. A low growl escaped her lips. Her breath came in ragged gulps, and again a shiver raced down her skin. It was so wrong. So forbidden. The pleasure between her legs. The dampness in her loins, that made her underwear cling to her crotch. She should not feel this way. This all consuming lust. It had to be an accident — she was just not feeling well. Maybe some sickness — some kind of exhaustion.

Again she wiped sweat from her brow. Diana had never felt so good before. The desire coursed through her with burning fire. Her nipples pressed hard and painfully erect against her too tight bra and clothes. With every breath, she could feel them rub against her too sensitive skin. Fabric strained under the expanding flesh. She could feel them. So full and sensitive.

Her breath caught in her throat. Her hands clung to her own hips, drawing the fabric of the skirt taut, outlining her plump thighs, the wide hips, her full ass cheeks, as they swayed from one side to the other in an obscene gait. Heels clacked against the stone floor, heels she did not remember wearing. And yet the click of them sounded right to her ears. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Each step she took perfectly measured. Inhumanely precise. The cadence of lust. Her fingers clawed deeper into her hips. Her own flesh so hot and full. Plumb. Diana panted. Again the shivers and tingles rolled up her spine. They felt like electricity — a lightning bolt surging from her wide hips all the way to her mind, and a fog of pleasure blotted out everything else — all but the desire.

And yet, her body moved in a controlled enticing way. Diana had no conscious awareness of how to move like that. It came naturally to her now. As did her plumb and supple breasts, and her wide, fertile hips, and the ever growing need to please, to serve, and be used like a doll. The young maid gulped for air. She felt her fingers dig deeper into her hips, feeling the give of the flesh underneath.

No not flesh. Her body was made from soft supple material. But not inferior biological mass. It was superior craftsmanship — superior material. Her fingers caressed the outline of her thighs. No hair grew. No wrinkles formed. All smooth, all perfect, all pliant. A soft moan escaped Diana's mouth, while the shivers of need grew. The desire burned through her veins with the force of an inferno, while the knowledge and clarity that she had changed, flooded her thoughts. Silver coated her skin. It stretched tautly over the shape of her full breasts, her narrow waist, and wide hips, reflecting the cold stone walls around her. The fabric of her maid outfit — her old inferior being clung to this new, perfect shape.

Diana ripped away the old ruined clothes. New shiny latex formed a new uniform. It resembled an older luxurious maid dress, but left nothing to imagination. It wrapped itself tightly around her full bosom, letting it spill out, like two massive globes. It hugged her waist tight, forcing the puppet's posture upright and her ass outwards into an alluring curve.

She entered the servants quaters completely changed. Not a human any longer, but a living automaton. Her skin reflected the warm glow of candles. Eyes wide, the new puppet looked at her sisters. She could hear their inner clockwork. How they ticked in perfect cadence with her own. The ticking sound of obedience and devotion to their witch. A lascivious smile curled around her plump lips. Diana knew. The knowledge was written into her core.

"It's time to attend the puppet queen and the court witch," Diana spoke to her sisters. And with precise clockwork, she led her fellow servants towards their mistresses.

***

Elena watched with satisfaction as the last automaton maid enterd the throne room. Well, former throne room, thought the witch. Possessive she pinched her marionettes nipples. A delightful moan escaped the thoroughly transformed puppet. Both of them laying on a queen-sized bed. Red silken sheets adorned the surface and a canapé was mounted from above, red velvet curtains gently draped on each of the four corners of the bed.

A giggle escaped the witch, and she pinched the nipple once again. Another mewling moan. She let her fingers trail down along the plump breasts and the thin waist of the transformed Marinette, to settle with a soft touch on her hips. Wide, full hips. Her other hand softly stroked her marionettes golden locks. A lascivious smile played along the witch's full red lips.

"Look, my puppet," whispered Elena and with a soft, gentle touch turned the puppets head to face the line of maids. "This is the reward for giving in. Our great Lady knows true beauty. How blind we were. To resist this magnificence." She stroked one finger down her marionettes lips. So soft and plump, they yielded perfectly to her touch. She pressed in her thumb and pushed the puppet's mouth wide open, as if to present it to the audience. A blank expression graced Marinette's face. The lips twitched softly in anticipation of what was to come.

"Mistress," each of the supple maids bowed in submission. The view a feast for Elena's eyes. The light made their silvery flesh gleam in an alluring fashion, reflecting the flickering candle flames around the room, painting them in an orange glimmer.

"My, my. What a beautiful sight. Don't you agree, my marionette," murmured the witch and then giggled. A moan slipped from the marionettes parted lips. "I know. And now imagine, this will be the fate of all your subjects. Each and everyone of them, transformed into monster girls for our Lady."

A soft mewl of approval answered her question. A shudder rolled up her spine, letting goosebumps flare along her soft, naked skin.

"Mistress." A soft, melodious voice made Elena turn her attention back to her maids. In unison, all of them stood to attention, spines rigid in trained precision.

Elena could not hold back the moan. Inside her mind hungry shadows crawled like insects over any possible resistance.

"Your orders are simple. The Archbishop Maria will arrive in two days. This city needs to be ready to house her appropriately. I expect you to do everything within your capabilities to do this." A wide lascivious grin tugged on Elena's red lips.

"Yes mistress. For our Queen, for our Witch and for our Great Lady," chimed all of them with perfect precision and their voices entwined in beautiful harmony. They turned on their heels and began their work.

Elena returned her attention to the delectable marionette. The doll's full breasts jiggled with every shallow breath, making Elena lick her lips. Slowly she climbed on top, straddling the puppet queen. The heat of the transformed doll made a moan spill past her lips, and as she pressed the doll's plump and soft breasts, she moaned even louder — her hands sinking into the plushness of the bosom, yielding and plump.

A shiver raced down the witch's skin, making her breath ragged and goosebumps crawl over the soft skin of her butt and thighs, which rubbed against the supple material the marionettes thighs were crafted from.

Elena felt the shadow tendrils squirm, crawling and surging, making her insatiable hunger pulse within her with dark glee. A wicked smile spread along her plump, red lips. Her eyes fluttered closed,

A lascivious moan escaped the lips of the witch. The scent of arousal mixed with the sweet taste in the air, as she ground her wet pussy against the supple and pliant material the puppet's skin was made off.

The marionette simply smiled in response. The glinting red stone embedded between the puppet queen's plump bosom pulsed like a second heartbeat to the gyrations of the grinding witch.

With one finger Elena traced a line along the puppet's throat. Goosebumps flared under her fingertip. She could feel the shadows of the Great Lady pulse within, their power seeping into every corner. Elena felt their strength grow and with it, a new pulse of heat shot along her spine.

She moaned louder this time. She felt her pussy drenched, her wetness seeping out, as she continued to gyrate her hips and grind herself on her doll. Her eyes fluttered closed once more, only feeling her dolls hands gently stroking her sides and holding her hips in place, letting her do the work. As her breathing became even quicker and more ragged, her voice moaned deeper, and the shadows inside her danced with lust.

"Yes, mistress," purred the marionette in response. A wide grin was on the puppets plump, full lips. With gentle fingers she stroked along her mistresses soft tights. She felt her master tremble, felt the muscles ripple underneath the supple, soft skin, and how wet the witch was — and she could smell it. A delicious scent that made the marionettes tongue dart along the soft, pliant, plump flesh of her lips in eager anticipation.

She pulled the witch closer against her. Her fingers dug deeper into the warm, supple flesh. She felt how the shadows within the witch pulsed in rhythm with the quivers of her mistress' pussy — just like the shadows within her own chest pulsed in the same rhythm. Their power echoed through the room, the castle and even the surrounding city.

Like strings the shadows attached to any available body. They drew on them, whispering sweet nothings in their ears, worming their way deeper and deeper. No one could fight this. This was the Great Lady's work and nothing and nobody could resist her.

More and more dolls became part of Marinette's rule. Each and every one of them was a shining example of perfection, their skin coated in silver that made them look all the more like a toy. All the weak and flawed humanity gone. All the worries, fears and burdens lifted from their shoulders.

Elena, herself had changed into a more appropriate existence. Gone were the last vestiges of the court magician. Only a wanton witch of the Great Lady remained. She was perfect and powerful in her magic and she loved to use her powers on others.

More of the city changed. The walls and streets transformed to resemble more and more the ancient library Elena had discovered, with one distinct difference — this place would never fall to the ruin that the ancient library had fallen into, but stand forever, a testament to the power of the Great Lady.

[zombholic]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 — rebekah mikaelson

summary — you couldn’t help but swoon over the original without her even having to compel you, instead of matt being in the lake with elena its you but with a twist.

description — poc fem!reader, tvd rebekah!au, sexual themes but no smut.

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The first time you met Rebekah in Mystic Falls you were already so fascinated with her but with your childhood friends completely having a war with her and her siblings you kept to yourself.

Being one of two humans in the friend group you were surprised that you lived for this long especially Matt Donavan, he literally gets himself killed every other day.

You were in charge of taking Elena out of Mystic Falls, she was unconscious in your car as you began to drive over Wickery Bridge. A tall silhouette appeared in the middle of the road causing you to slam onto your brakes serving off the bridge and into the deep lake.

The water wasted no time sinking into your car, bashing your hands and elbows onto the windows at fear of you and your best friend drowning.

Panic rose into your body as you started sucking in the water that filled up your lungs, the burning sensation making you hysterical until all pain vanished and the little light around you turned black.

Your body shot up as water shot out of your lungs, you gasped breathlessly finally feeling relieved that you were able to breathe again. Another subtle gasp had caused you to snap your head to the side only to see the blonde with relief written all over her face.

“Darling, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were in the car or else I wouldn’t have don—“ You were quick to cut her off.

“You tried to kill me Rebekah!” Anger brewed in your voice.

“No, I tried to kill Elena but besides—“ You eyes widen as you started to become aware of your surroundings. You were in the Mikaelson’s Mansions more specifically lying in the original girls bed.

“Elena! Oh my god Elena!” Sobs started choking out of your throat thinking you had killed your best friend.

“No, love. She’s alive, don’t worry she’s alive” Rebekah’s hand rubbed your face trying to soothe you.

You looked up at her confusion plastered across your face wondering how you even ended up here rather than at the Salvatores house, her baby blue orbs sadden.

“They left you in the lake to perish Darling, I hid when Stefan left with Elena when I saw it was your car and I saved you just in time.” She explained with her voice so gentle, her soft hand still caressing your face.

“They— no, they wouldn’t just leave me to die.” Your heart sunk deep into your stomach, forcefully pushing her hand away from you. Denial kicked in realizing that your once close friends didn’t even think twice to come back and even give you a proper burial if they thought you were even dead.

“Why, why would they leave me, I have done nothing but risk my life for them—“ Your throat swelled up as your heart ached, the emotion pain started becoming physical and all you could let out were extricating sobs.

Rebekah pulled you into her lap and held you close to her chest as tears streamed down your now puffed up face. “Shh sweet girl, you’re okay, you’re safe with me.” Her soothing voice slowly calming you down, little hiccups now escaping your lips.

“Why did you save me? I thought you hated me.” Your little comment made her chuckle, she so gently lifted up your chin to have you look at her mesmerizing face.

She licked her lips staring half lidded at your lips then back to your eyes, the supposed dangerous vampire leaned down and pressed her lips against your swollen pink ones. You wrapped your arms around her neck and laid back on her mountains of pillows having her crawl on top of you, caging your body beneath near.

She pulled away having you desperately chase back for more getting a smirk as she saw her red lipstick smudged into your soft lips.

“I don’t hate you baby, I hate the people you associate yourself with.” You felt your heart beating fast just by her words alone, are you sure she didn’t compel you? No, you wore a vervain bracelet that Bonnie gifted you when all of this went down.

“I didn’t even think you would be interested in girls? Let alone me.” You gave her a sweet smile, your stomach starting to do flips with the way she looked at you like you were the most beautiful creature she’s ever laid her eyes on.

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authors note — GUUYYSSS SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2 BUT IT’LL HAVE SMUT 😩🙌🏽

[empanadaaaaaaa]

I ALSO FORGOT TO POST THE EPILOGUE VERSION OF MY SELFSHIP FUCKKKKKK

these are also from last year and only posted on fb.

After Ele's international studies ended, she had to go back to her country and Pete would be left on his own until 11 years later. Ele grows up to study toxicology and gets offered a job in New York, so she packs her stuff and leaves the country to establish a new life.

Her first week passes by and she decides to take a little trip to an aquarium to calm her nerves. She bought her tickets and took a little walk until she's left paralized, staring in awe at the huge shark tank of different species, until some guy approaches and taps her on her shoulder.

— "Ey', sweetheart. You wanna be in a movie?"

Ele turned around and saw a shorter guy standing. His tone seemed familiar, but Ele couldn't really notice a lot of his face since it's hidden by a hoodie and a cap, until he lifted his face and showed a toothy grin and some eyebrow raises. Those facial features quickly snapped on her mind and asked him:

—"Do I know you?"

which the guy responded with a "Just call me Pete". The brunette's eyes widened a bit and the last name that she had forgotten for years was about to quickly burst out her throat.

— "DiNunzio?"

Pete's grin was brushed off his face, a little nervous since nobody had a stranger adress him by his last name. He looked directly at the woman's dark orbs and, with a little quiver on his voice, he asked:

— "How do you know my name?".

Ele was surpised an old friend of her didn't quite remember her, maybe because she's not wearing those hippie clothes? Or her straightened hair?

—"How come you don't remember me? It's me! Elena! The girl who had her community service at the library?"

She got worried for Pete, explaining about her time, back when she was 16 and studying at Eltingville. The memory quickly got Pete to her ground, his beady white eyes getting bigger after seeing an old friend.

—"No fuckin' shit, you??!!"

He almost shouted, amused by her change of looks.

—"You look... different. Not that you look bad or anythin', you look pretty. Dat's it."

Pete was straightforward, honest with her, way different when he used to be a violent young man. The both of them remained still, standing beside eachother and now looking at the shark tank.

—"So, wat'chu working for? What brought you 'ere?"

Pete broke the silence, curious about how Ele has been through the years. He put his calloused hands in his pockets, keeping one mako shark in movement in his eyes.

—"I finished senior year back in Colombia. I graduated, went to college, studied pharmacology, toxicology, all that stuff. And I got a job offer when I graduated, but I had to move here in America. The offer said it pays well, so I'll get enough to live."

Ele calmly answered, satisfied about how far she's gone. She then inhaled and dared to ask the same question, a little curious about getting asked to participate in a movie.

—"And you, DiNunzio? What have you been up to? Are you in a movie crew, hiring actors in the wild?"

—"Well, yeah! That's sort of a part of what I do. I worked for my dad for a good time until I started workin' for cons and then at Chiller. But I met this one guy at a party, talkin' about horror porn, that shit I used to watch. That guy had a crew, specialized in doin' those movies and shit, and so I got hired at Sick Mofo. If you wanna watch some then come call me."

Pete reached his pocket and gave Ele a card contianing the information of Sick Mofo Productions, it's website and phone number. Something like a business card.

—"Interesting, you kept going with your horror stuff , I'm impressed. You doing good in there?"

Ele kept the card under the shirt's little pocket on the chest area, giving Pete a little warm smile.

—"It's awesome in there, at least for me. Lotsa chicks doin' the good stuff and havin' fun! Sight for sore eyes if ya tell me, sugar."

Pete flashed his confident, toothy grin to his friend, letting out a chuckle.

—"I'm glad we got to meet eachother again."

Elena stretched out her arm to give a friendly handshake. She had her manicure done perfectly, the tone of red that matched her skin like blood. Pete's cheeks tinted into a little red and reached out to shake her hand, illuminated by the blue of the water tank.

did this one today. the probability for these two (US) to get married is about a 50%. not because they're so in love with eachother (friend w benefits) but because their respective families are disappointed that they're both single and need to construct a family or whatever.

("me marrying my friend on my 30's after neither of us got a partner")

[roserottenarch]

new year's kiss / for az

Send me 🫦 to have a New year's kiss at midnight.

tattooed fingers tap against the steering wheel of his all black rolls royce, irritation swirling his mind and body. late. he was so fucking late to the party @doesoftwill never forgive him, it was after all their first ever new years together after becoming wed— finally getting along. it was a rocky start, her pretty brown orbs stared daggers at him for months. ( it wasn't his fault, not entirely. ) azriel throws another text message to her, forever apologizing. his foot hit's the gas a little harder, running multiple red lights. call him crazy, azriel will there for her, he can't stomach letting her down. the curly haired male ignores all the stares he gets for his shit parking, taking the stairs three at a time, checking his watch he had five minutes. when he finally arrives to the party, he's practically pushing people away from him in those that wish to greet him with goal in mind. elena. his sweet elena, who was leaning against the counter laughing with a friend. two large hands reach for her cheeks, "i'm sorry i'm late." he whispers to her first before he pulls her into a heated searing kiss.

[lieutenant-amuel]

2, 4, 17

I suppose you’re asking it for the writer ask game, so I’ll pretend I’m right.

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

Both? I mean, I have a vague idea for many chapters ahead and it gets more developed as I write.

For example, I knew since the beginning that Gabe would go to Tepet Muul in the fifteenth chapter of WBTL, but the scene where he finds the orb of questions was added only in the last stages of writing when I already started translating it. If I didn’t start writing this chapter, I probably wouldn't come up with this idea.

Another example is the latest chapter. Valerio and Matías were supposed to talk about Emilio at home, but instead Valerio invited Matías to the equestrian show which was one of the main storylines of that chapter. Again, if I didn’t start writing, there would be no equestrian show.

And if I remember I've written something else besides WBTL, I took the same approach for my Gabe and Francisco fic. Its entire structure (including Francisco taking care of the bushes, Gabe and Higgins having a fencing battle, and Gabe and Francisco's conversation) was planned ahead, but the core part of the fic aka the rose symbolism was added only during the writing process. I had no idea how I would make Francisco convince Gabe to teach Elena.

I cannot write with an absolutely empty head. But if I have a vague idea of one scene I want to include in the fic/next chapter, even if it’s extremely primitive, there’s a high chance of me developing it into entire concept.

I don’t write with a detailed plan yet my head is not totally empty either, so something in between, I suppose.

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

In my head? I rarely get inspired by any specific pieces of media because I’m simply not familiar with many and I prefer not to take inspiration from my own life experience, although the more I write, the more I notice I actually do it a lot, even if it’s rather subconscious.

I often get ideas out of thin air and cannot explain where they come from, even if they make a lot of sense and help me to fix many plot holes.

Some of those ideas are scout Gabe, Valerio and Emilio’s friendship, Emilio’s characterization in general, the hideout storyline which is basically the main one of the entire fic, and some others I cannot share now, since they contain major spoilers. When I get those ideas, I always think about them deeper and try to explain to myself why they make sense. This is just how my brain works, I suppose.

Anyway, if we’re being less vague, when it comes to Gabe, most of my ideas for him are inspired by canon. I analyze him a lot and have many, many headcanons for him, so it’s quite simple to write and develop his arc.

Sometimes I also find inspiration after rewatching EoA. Sometimes after chatting with my friends and reading reviews from the readers. My main writing project is a multi-chaptered fic, so I often get inspired by my own writing and develop more minor ideas I already have into something bigger. I never seek for inspiration, it just falls on me.

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

I… wait. I admit I used to be a more flexible writer who could write with no inspiration at all (not always, though). I would often force myself to write because I wanted to write but couldn’t. But it’s gotten quite difficult for me to do it in the past year. I suppose this is because of my life that’s gotten extremely busy in general and a lack of enthusiasm from the readers that wasn’t that noticeable to me until I got severely tired.

As I said, I rarely get inspired by the books, movies, TV shows, and so on, so it doesn’t really help me to fight my writer’s block or whatever I can call it. I just wait for the right moment when I feel like writing. I’m not prone to procrastination and if I want to do something, I (almost) always do it right away. When I get this urge for writing, I’ll write over five thousand words in one day and I’m not even joking.

Thank you for the ask!

Writer Ask Game in case anyone else is interested.

[chaos-cousins]

[A video is embedded.

The camera points to a crumbling tower made of stone.

Ren, holding the camera, spoke. "Okay, so the Odd Keystone looks like it would fit perfectly in here. Third Eye tells me that they're connected, too. So we're going to muck around and find out."

Ren's hand, the burn scars visible on the top, grabs the Odd Keystone and places it in the tower.

"...Nothing's happening," Elena's voice noted.

There was a long silence.

Hibiya snickered, then spoke in a high-pitched voice. "Ya-ha-ha!"

Elena and Ren began to laugh hysterically before they did a high-pitched "Ya-ha-ha!" themselves.

"I don't get it," Dawn said, confused.

"It's an inside joke, it's hard to explain."

"Okay, but a korok should be in there!"

"What's a korok?"

"The inside joke."

"You guys are weird."

"I guess nothing is going to happen. Let's move on." Ren took the camera and pointed it at the floor, about to turn it off.

"Yulaaah!" An unfamiliar voice cried.

"That wasn't you, was it, Ren?"

"Why'd you assume it was me—OH SHIT"

Ren pointed the camera at the stone tower, where a purple fog began to escape the Odd Keystone. The fog gained a green face and several green orbs floating around its face.

"What. Is. That."

"Pull out your Pokédex!"

"I am! It needs more info!"

"I've got a better idea!"

A Pokéball flew at the unknown Pokémon, which it entered, and remained caught.

"HOW."

"Because I'm better than you. I'm going to name it Lilac!"

"Who said you'd get to name it?! I was the one who put it in the thing! I think it should be named Legion!"

"That's a stupid name!"

"No! It isn't! Besides, Lilac doesn't fit it at all!"

"Guys! Just ask it which one it prefers."

Ren sighed and swiveled the camera to the Pokémon. "Which one do you prefer?"

"Y̴o̴u̸ ̵k̸n̵o̵w̸,̵ ̴w̴e̸ ̸d̷o̵n̵'̴t̸ ̷r̴e̵a̶l̸l̶y̴ ̷c̶a̴r̸e̴.̴ ̵T̶h̵e̷r̵e̸'̴s̵ ̷1̷0̷8̷ ̶o̸f̷ ̸u̷s̶.̷ ̶W̸e̷ ̵a̷l̴l̴ ̷h̶a̶v̷e̶ ̸d̴i̶f̸f̵e̵r̶e̸n̸t̷ ̵n̵a̸m̵e̴s̴.̴"

"Oh, it talks."

"Didn't really solve anything, did it."

"Nope."

The video ends there.]

[megraen]

Chapter 11 - The Edge Of Regret

“Why did you save me…?” She mumbled in between sniffles, her head craning further into his chest. Rafe’s attention snapped to her, his thumb pausing in its movements. He could have easily used Samuel to find Avery’s treasure without her. Still, in a split second, he’d watched her go over the edge; being dragged by her brother had filled him with a dread Rafe hadn’t felt in years, not since he had to escape from that Panama prison all those years ago with Samuel and Nathan.  Rafe gritted his jaw as he embraced her tighter. “You would assist me better than Samuel ever would.” He excused. It was a lie more to himself than for her benefit. “You don’t wish for me to die in a horribly painful manner, unlike him.” Sara pulled away from his embrace, his arm going slack around her. She looked up at him, her green orbs shining through red puffy eyes. It was a sight that made his stomach lurch in an unsettling manner, in more ways than one. His face was grim as he stared down at her, trying to remain emotionless and not give anything away. “Do you need…a moment?” Sara glanced away as she thought until her eyes trained back on him. She shook her head. “No, let's just get this over with.” Her tone was bitter, overly obvious that she just wanted to find the treasure and leave. Sara was done with Avery and his pirates, done with this adventure, and utterly done with Samuel. She knew that she’d have to break the news to Elena when she returned home, something she feared doing. Sara and Elena had become close, even more so than sisters-in-law, and for that, Sara knew that the news of Nathan’s passing would break her, even after the fight that had broken out between the married couple due to Samuel’s interference. Her hands dropped from his chest as his left her head and back, but he still reached out to grab her hand with his as she moved to follow after Nadine. Sara paused, looking back over her shoulder at him, seeing his expression. “There’s more to it, isn’t there?”

[mrofontaine]

He can only save one: Elena or Theo

Olivier pursed his lips, sitting back in his chair with that look in his eyes; he knew the answer. ''Elaina.'' He admitted, instantly casting his azure orbs to the floor, gnawing on his bottom lip. He loved Théo. They'd been mending that broken friendship, and now he finally thought they might potentially one day get back what they'd lost. But Elaina was everything to Olivier. ''Always her.''

[justjessame]

Light Through the Darkness: Chapter 48

Damon was in a foul mood, not lessened by the clean up waiting for him in the kitchen following the dinner he’d created for Abigail. As he cleaned, he wondered where it had gone wrong, where HE’D gone wrong, since he was certain he’d made some wrong turn. It wasn’t finally giving in, he felt sure of that, as he scrubbed the pans with enough force to worry that he might punch through the metal. She’d practically demanded he keep going. No, Abigail Morgan wanted what happened as much as he had.

His eyes snapped shut, the bright blue orbs going dark in an instant, as he remembered the rush of it. Feeling her skin against his, the bareness, the smoothness. But it wasn’t the memory of how her pulse raced alongside his, or how her warmth almost burned him that forced his eyes closed, it was how she’d tasted. Not just the intimate flavor of HER, but of her BLOOD. He’d bitten her, his teeth breaking through her skin as if she were nothing more than a ripe peach, and that was the wrong turn. It had to be. Even if she’d asked him to, even if she tempted him like Eve with the apple, he should have shown restraint. Instead he proved that he was nothing more than the monster she expected him to be.

Abigail, in her hotel alone with Cat once Ric left later in the evening, was making a list of the things that she would need for her new home. A flash of a memory from long ago, a time past, a voice from before - Sallie’s bustling around her, breathless and excited for a new adventure, free of the burden of the Salvatore mansion. A piercing pain of grief, knowing that it was because of her, of their connection, that Sallie died such a horrible death would never be easy to understand.

Shaking off the chill of death long past, she went back to her list, the chirp of a message coming through on her phone cutting in as she added another trivial item she’d seen in passing during her walk home. Looking down she sighed.

Damon. He’d given her almost a full day, perhaps that was something of a marked record, but given that she had nothing to go on, she couldn’t say. His message was simply asking for her to let him know if she was alright. Tapping out a quick affirmative, she hit send and went back to her list, but the urgency was gone.

To say it didn’t hurt, knowing that her parents were wrong, that she was wrong about Damon’s place in her life and heart, would be a lie. It cut deeper than she wanted to admit or allow, but having spent over a hundred years locked in her own mind, in a house with nothing, with no one, had taught her at least one thing - and that was that she shouldn’t hold it in. The pain, the grief, the anguish of it.

Her phone rang and she glanced at it, the same number that the message came in from, Damon. If she heard his voice, Abi knew, she’d break. She’d crumble and she’d let him soothe her ruffled feathers and convince her to let him see her, touch her. Damon’s voice was the first weapon in his armory, his eyes the second, and the rest of him was his arsenal. Letting the phone ring, letting it go to voicemail - was difficult, one of the most difficult things she’d done since waking. Almost as hard as sliding out of his embrace and dressing in silence while he slept, slipping out of his house, and walking away. Her sanity and pride demanded it. Just like it demanded this. Damon Salvatore wanted Katherine Pierce OR Elena Gilbert. And while he thought he could make due with Abigail Morgan, she couldn’t live with being the second - or third - choice.

The chirp came, telling her he’d left a message, but she swiped it aside. Not now. Not yet.

It didn’t take nearly as long as it could have to move. While Abigail and Ric worked to get her settled in her new house, Founder’s Day festivities continued in full force around them. It was inevitable that Abi would bump into more descendents of those she’d known in her past life, and so it happened when Ric insisted on a celebratory dinner at the Grille.

They’d taken a table tucked away in a corner, and Abigail was happy to note that she barely noticed the cacophony that was rampant in every public place she found herself in. While they waited for their starters, a pinched looking woman, oozing with the type of welcoming that reminded Abi of those women who had once told her how to deal with a philandering husband, approached.

“You must be Abigail Morgan,” the woman offered, a smile so firmly affixed that Abi wondered if she’d had surgical aid - she’d seen ads on the television for so many things. “I’m Carol Lockwood, the mayor’s wife.” Ah, hence the not quite sincere kindness. “It’s not everyday that a member of a founding family returns to Mystic Falls.”

Abigail smiled, far less fake than Mrs. Lockwood and offered her hand. “Yes, well, I’ve heard stories of my family’s roots for so long, how could I not come see for myself?” The other woman took her hand and nodded, eyes scrutinizing Abi’s words for flaws, lies, or any other loopholes. “And since I’m the last of the family -” Always make it awkward by bringing up orphanhood, Abi thought, silently thanking - of all people - Katherine Pierce.

Carol Lockwood looked chastened. “Oh, I didn’t realize -” Taking her hand back, her smile became far more kind. “The founding families all take part in the festivities during Founders’ Day, since you’re new, at least know you’re welcome.”

“Thank you,” she smiled back. “If I weren’t up to my elbows in boxes and decorating, I’d be more amenable, perhaps.”

“I think you could take a break for the pageant at least,” Ric cut in, causing both women to remember he was present. “Caroline is a contestant.”

Abigail sighed. “She won’t take it well if I miss it, I suspect.” Both Mrs. Lockwood and Ric chuckled to prove her suspicion correct. “And what is the dress for this particular event?”

Damon wasn’t feeling particularly calm, nor was he feeling particularly warm and fuzzy toward the world at large. Abigail had returned exactly ONE text. One. Calls went to voicemail and then nothing. Not a peep. He hadn’t seen her, which was a feat of epic proportions in a town the size of Mystic Falls, but with the Founders’ Day crap going on all over, along with a tomb full of vampires that Pearl was TRYING to domesticate, well maybe that wasn’t such an epic wonder after all.

He was on edge, and adding to the mix was his darling little brother slinking around sneaking sips of blood bags, while Elena played worrywart in the not so background. If he could just figure out how to sit down with Abi and TALK about it, but how?

The pageant was coming closer, Caroline was being as confident as a head cheerleader could be in a beauty pageant. Elena was hoping it would occupy Stefan enough to keep him clean - good luck with all those Happy Meals just bouncing around in evening dresses. And Damon just couldn’t fight the feeling that it was going to be a turning point, a catalyst for everything, and he hoped it was a good one.

Abigail’s eye caught on the dress as she was making her way along the street to finalize the paint colors for the guest rooms. Since she didn’t know many people, she put those rooms off for last, deeming the rooms she actually lived in more important.

Carol Lockwood had told her that the pageant audience should wear formal day wear, whatever that meant. The dress, the fabric, it was like nothing Abigail had ever worn before, even considering the first dress that Damon had brought her. Entering the boutique, one she’d been a somewhat frequent visitor in the short time she’d been awake and among the living, she was drawn to the dress, ignoring the other patrons and even the shop’s owner.

“Abigail Morgan?” The voice pulled her free of the gown’s hold, a voice from the depths of her history and when she looked up, eyes meeting Pearl’s she recalled Damon’s search for Katherine and instead of finding his lost love, finding a tomb filled with her cohorts. “Abigail, you haven’t -” her voice was a breath, careful so no one else in the small shop could hear them. “Anna told me, but seeing you -” disbelief, as if she were seeing a ghost.

“Yes, it is a bit difficult to believe, isn’t it?” Abi studied the other woman, searching for the same coldness she’d found so easily in Katherine, but felt none of it. Pearl still felt safe to her, no undercurrent of danger, at least not to Abigail, no stench of death and destruction. Her face hadn’t hovered like a ominous cloud, keeping sleep from Abigail, warning of doom. “You’re well?”

Pearl’s lips curled into a natural smile. “You truly haven’t changed a bit.” Teasing, but also happiness that at least some things haven’t changed in the intervening years. Then again, Abigail had been as much a prisoner as Pearl. “Abigail Morgan, always so very interested in those around her.” She shook her head, but her smile held. “Yes, I’m well, as is Anna.” Her eyes moved to the gown that had held Abigail’s attention until she diverted it. “This is quite different from what you’d have worn once upon a time.”

The burn of a blush creeped along her cheeks even as her eyes slid back to the gown. “I’m more than aware of how indecent it looks, but there’s -”

“I’m only teasing,” Pearl assured her, putting a kind hand out on the still younger woman’s arm. “You’ll look lovely in it, Abigail, I’m certain.”

“It is gorgeous, isn’t it?” She sounded wistful, so different from how she’d sounded when she found the last dress she’d picked for another event at the Lockwood’s. “I think I will buy it, if they have my size, that is.”

They had Abigail’s size, and shoes to match, along with hair accessories and a handbag. Pearl promised to tell Anna that Abigail sent her best, and they parted, Abi continuing on her way to the painters’, Pearl onto her own errand with John Gilbert. Perhaps, Abigail thought, as she finished her errands and ended up back at home, things were finally settling into normalcy.

[pkmn-spira]

Estrella Lawrence

A Gym Leader located in Seafoam Town of Solus Isle, known for having turned said Isle into a well-known tourist spot. Unrivaled in terms of elegance.

About

Age: 25

D.O.B: August 16

Height: 6'0"

Birthplace: Seafoam Town, Solus Isle, Spira Region

Biography

Despite being born in Solus Isle, Estrella spent her childhood living in the Unova Region for the better part of her life, though at some point she had decided upon herself to return to the Spira Region. Upon her return to Solus Isle, what immediately hit her was the difference in culture between the Spira Region, as well as the Unova region. Hence, she spent her time traveling the Spira Region in order to be able to familiarize herself to her birthplace, but to also be up to speed on recent happenings on the region up to this point.

Seeing that Solus Isle was one of those that took a good hit due to the previous Team Andromeda's doing, she decided to put her efforts into helping the people of Seafoam Town recover. Along with fellow Gym Leader, Elena's help, Estrella was able to eventually get the people of her hometown back to her feet.

Aditionally she also became the Gym Leader of said town, after the previous one had stepped down from their position. This then paved the way to her on then helping on transforming most of Solus Isle into a tourist spot, while also preserving a sizable portion of the island as safe haven for the Pokémon that lived there as well.

Pokémon Team (Gym Leader)

On a normal Gym Battle Involving Trainers, Estrella uses at least 4 Pokémon out of her main 6:

Lapras

Held Item: Nevermeltice

Ability: Water Absorb

Known Moves: Freeze-dry, Hydro Pump, Ice Beam, Hidden Power (Fire)

Gyarados

Held Item: Life Orb

Ability: Moxie

Known Moves: Dragon Dance, Waterfall, Earthquake, Ice Fang

Kingdra

Held Item: Scope Lens

Ability: Sniper

Known Moves: Draco Meteor, Surf, Hydro Pump, Ice Beam

Milotic

Held Item: Leftovers

Ability: Marvel Scale

Known Moves: Scald, Recover, Toxic, Ice Beam

Pokémon Team (Serious)

When battling stronger Trainers from other regions, or when situations get dire that puts the Spira Region at risk, Estrella uses the above Pokémon, followed by two more, thus completing a whole team of 6:

Empoleon

Held Item: Mystic Water

Ability: Torrent

Known Moves: Scald, Ice Beam, Aqua Jet, Protect

Swampert

Held Item: Swampertite

Ability: Damp / Swift Swim (Mega)

Known Moves: Waterfall, Earthquake, Ice Punch, Superpower

Public vs Private Knowledge

Public:

-Current Gym Leader of Seafoam Town of Solus Isle

-Transformed Solus Isle into a tourist spot, with the help of Adamantine Town's Gym Leader, Elena Beaumont, via a joint endeavor called the Solus Restoration and Beautification Project some time after the crisis Team Andromeda had caused. This not only helped Seafoam Town back to its feet, but also the entirety of Solus Isle itself

-Formerly a Beauty Trainer during her time in Unova

-Owner of the Grand Solus Hotel

Private:

-Left Opelucid City of Unova some time after Team Plasma's attack

-Had a fling with Claudia Laurent, Gym Leader of Drakehold Castle, for quite some time

[maledictussanctus]

Elena took a slow step into the suite, her breath hitching as she took it all in. The deep reds, the sheer opulence of it all—it was so undeniably Damon. Extravagant, indulgent, something that felt like a dream she wasn’t sure she should be having.

She trailed her fingers along the plush arm of the couch, glancing toward the grand bed that seemed to promise sleepless nights for all the right reasons. The reality of what they had done—what she had done—was finally sinking in, but for once, it wasn’t with regret.

“We really did this,” she murmured, more to herself than to him.

Damon’s voice pulled her back, his presence grounding her in the moment as he stood before her, tucking that loose strand of hair behind her ear. That simple touch sent warmth trickling down her spine, making her pulse stutter in a way it never should.

“No clothes, no plan, and an entire city outside that we could get lost in,” she mused, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Sounds like something you’d enjoy.”

Her eyes flickered down to where his phone was still buzzing in his pocket, the real world clawing at the edges of this escape. Bonnie would find them. Stefan would keep calling. The weight of Mystic Falls would eventually pull them back.

But not yet.

Elena reached up, her fingers grazing his wrist before slipping down to tangle with his. “So let’s not waste what little time we do have.” Her voice was quiet but sure. Breaking the hold, her fingers slipped down to take his phone, and this time, it was her picking up his phone. “Pick something—anything. Room service, a movie, a walk through the city… just, let’s not spend the night thinking about what happens when this ends.”

She sighed and finally answered the anxious voice on the other end of the line. "Stop calling, Stefan. I'm fine." He protested and began with his predictable line of questions that had her rolling her chestnut orbs in annoyance while tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "No. Stefan. I want this, and I'm not coming home. I asked Damon t- Yes, I have my necklace on, and I don't like what you're implying. He wouldn't do that to me. A lot changed while you were busy tearing your way through NOLA with Rebekah Mikaelson. I'm where I want to be, that's all you need to know, and I swear to God, Stefan, if you have Bonnie do a locator spell on me? I'll never forgive you." Elena hung the phone up and gripped it between her curled knuckles and pad of her thumb before handing it back to him with a pressed expression. "So what did you pick, Baby?" The pet name slipped naturally off her tongue as she moved to close the small space between them before settling the end of the phone to his shoulder with a softened smile.

“Only the best for you.” Damon responded with a grin as the two of them walked through the lobby. He wanted to make this a memory that would last a lifetime, something that they both would look back fondly even if things did not go the way he wanted. A time for them both to escape for a little, forget about the drama that will always be waiting for them back in Mystic Falls. “Wait until you see our room.” He brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss on the top of her hand before he reluctantly let go of it. “Wait here, I’ll go get the key.”

His phone was vibrating with texts as he headed to the lobby, just a few feet away from where he left Elena under the grand chandelier, and it didn’t take a genius to know who those texts might be from. “Checking in for Salvatore.” Damon pulled out his phone at the counter, thumb maneuvering around the screen as he opens the texts from Stefan so they’ll be marked as read but not actually caring to read what his brother was saying. ‘Here you are, Mr. Salvatore. Enjoy your stay.’ Damon thanked the lobby attendant with a smile and a wave, heading back to Elena with an extended arm. “Follow me.”

He led her through the hotel and up to their room - a suite nonetheless. Damon wanted her to be the first one to enter the room, so he opened the door and stepped off to the side with an arm gesturing into the massive suite. The main part of the room was adorn with royal red accents- a massive living room set up with couches and tv for them. It flowed into a bedroom with a california king sized bed with plush comforter and pillows, attached was a bathroom with a grand clawfoot tub and rain style shower. “I realize we don’t have clothes with us-” An undersight. “But we can always order some to be delivered.” Damon was following her as she checked out the space, his eyes never once leaving her face as he watched her be in awe at the room. 

“But in reality, we probably don’t have long until someone discovers our little secret here.” The phone in his pocket has nonstop been vibrating with calls and texts since he hung up on Stefan in the car, he knew it would be a matter of time before Bonnie does her witchy magic and locates them. “We can order room service, turn on a movie-” At this point he was standing in front of Elena and his words trailed off, taking a stray strand of her silky hair to tuck gently behind her ear. This was a softer side of Damon, one that was heavily closed off and only reserved for her. How many times has she gotten a chance to see this side of him?

[bellarkeselection]

Hi could you do a damon short were he here's about a glibert wedding thinking it is y/n geting married . And he shows up at her house beging her not to get married cuz he loves her so much . And then he finds out its elena geting married ?

The Other Gilbert

"Damon, what are you talking about I'm not the one getting married. My sister Elena is to your brother remember?" Resting my hands on my hips it takes everything in me to not start cracking up in laughter at the vampires stunned face. He stands in the doorway like a deer in the headlights until he shook his head pulling him from his frozen trance. "So there's not another guy trying to sweep you off your feet?" He asked looking me up and down slightly confused still. Dropping my arms at my sides I smiled towards him waving him inside with my right hand. "No Damon its just you. Now come inside and kiss me why don't you." Hearing those words he vamped sped over picking me up in his arms crashing his lips onto mine instantly.

@rosie-posie08 @elenavampire21

Someone banging on the front wakes me from the nap I was having on the living room couch. It was rare that I get to have a rest since me and my sister are basically related to this magical bloodline it's all too much to take sometimes. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I opened the front door seeing Damon leaning in the door. Eyes locked tightly onto me with a look of determination in the blue orbs. "Y/n, I heard a Gilbert is getting married but you can't...you can't because I am hopelessly in love with you. So much that I can't imagine my life without you in it. So don't marry whoever the weak guy is, marry me." He rests his hands up since their was the barrier where he needed to be invited in.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I giggled kissing him back where my back hits the bed softly. "You should know something Damon. If I ever talk about marriage it will be with you. Where I become your wife." He smirked leaning down and kissing me again running one hand through my hair. One of my hands fly to him hair making it a knotted mess before he removes his jacket and shirt. "You're the only girl I would marry ever in my life Y/n. I love you so much." Wrapping my arms around his neck I pulled him in for another kiss that got heated where I didn't hear my sister enter the house until she shrieked covering her eyes. "Oh gosh Damon seriously you couldn't wait until I don't live here to sleep with my sister!" Damon flopped on his back smirking with me blushing beside him. "Sorry not sorry Elena. I can't help that I rock her world. Enjoy your honeymoon with my brother."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[supercap2319]

Moving On

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x Male Reader

A/N: Season 6 ep 13 related.

Y/N found Stefan in his room, moving some things around inside. Stefan’s back was turned to Y/N as he smiled in the doorway, arms across his chest. Without turning around to look at him; Stefan smirked as he said out loud. “I hear Jeremy is applying to art school. Hope he has a decent portfolio.”

Y/N smiled. “Don’t be mean. He needs to move on with his life and frankly… so do I.”

“Oh, should I be worried about that change in transition?”

Y/N sighed as he stepped fully into the room. It’s been a while since his last visit to this room and a lot of memories were coming back to him. Memories of him and Stefan. The good ones, and the bad ones as well. It was nostalgic being back here, and for just a moment, Y/N could almost pretend nothing had changed between them. That they were still very much in love with each other as the day they’d first fallen in love with one another. Except, that wasn’t reality.

“Look, I’ve… I’ve made some huge mistakes in my life, but being with you wasn’t one of them,” Y/N said. “And yes, we’ve had a falling out for a while now. Between Silas, Katherine, the Travelers, Damon and Bonnie. There never seems to be a time for us to reconcile with each other. It's almost like fate wants to split us apart.”

“The fate of the Doppelgängers. Destined to be together forever and ever,” Stefan said, referring to his tied destiny to Elena. The fate of all Silas’ and Amara’s shadow clones.

Y/N smiled sadly at that. “But no matter what life throws at us, we always seem to find our way back to each other. Stefan, I somehow always find my way back to you. No matter the circumstances. Not even death can keep me from you.”

“Y/N, what are you saying exactly?” Stefan asked him. The younger male had a certain look in his eyes as he got closer to Stefan. It was an emotion Stefan couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“I’m saying that through all the trials and tribulations, I still love you. I probably will always love you even if you stop loving me and move onto someone else,” Y/N said.

“Who said I moved on with someone else?”

“Well, you and Caroline seemed to be getting closer and I just thought that maybe you had let go of the past and were looking towards the future. I mean, you were with Ivy for 4 months and now Caroline. Seems to me you’ve moved on just fine.”

Stefan didn’t have to use his vampire hearing to know how much this hurt Y/N. He could practically hear the bitter disappointment in his voice. It brought up a question that Stefan thought he’d long since buried inside of himself. Was he still in love with Y/N? After all this time? It would have been easier to deny it and say no, but that just wasn’t true. Stefan was still in love with the middle Gilbert, despite everything that’s happened to them these last few years.

“Y/N, I can’t change the past, or what’s happened between us up until this moment, but if moving on to a future with you not in it, then I don’t want a future or to move on. Not without you in my life.” Stefan finally felt like a weight had been lifted off him. This was what he’s been carrying around for a long time now, and tonight he’s finally let it go. He was finally free.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Y/N asked, shocked. He dare not get his hopes up. Hope that Stefan would come back to him like he always does.

Instead of answering, Stefan got close to Y/N until their chests were touching as he snaked an arm around Y/N’s waist and pulled him closer as he leaned down and kissed the hybrid Gilbert.

Stefan kissed Y/N with all the passion and heat that he had been harboring inside his body since they broke things off. The familiar spark was ignited in both of them as they continued to kiss. A kiss that made Y/N weaken in the knees and Stefan’s heart race.

They separated for a moment as Y/N looked into Stefan’s emerald orbs, which were laced with the same look of love that had been there since day 1. Stefan still loves him and Y/N still loves Stefan. Fated destiny be dammed.

“So, does that answer your question?” Stefan teased as Y/N smiled at him. A genuine one.

“I think it does, Fangs,” Y/N said as he and Stefan kissed once again.

[fortune-fool02]

A Moment of Peace

Karl Heisenberg x female reader

An idea I had a bit ago when listening to rain. 

Warning: No spoiler for RE8

Please enjoy. 

Distant, low rumbles echoed through the air, a loud crackle shouting every now and again; followed by a flash of light, white with tints of blue behind the dark, coal clouds that painted the sky. No trace of the warm bright sunlight, no trace of the glowing pale moonlight or the glimmering stars. Only the flashing lights that darted from cloud to cloud in the distance. 

Many sounds mixed together along with the thunder. Snapping. Patting. Dripping. Splashing. The sound of rain falling from those dark clouds and hitting the ground, the metal slabs left outside or the gears on the ground. [Name] had always, strange as it sounded, found the rain peaceful, relaxing. While other people of the village despised it for damaging their crops, rendering the path almost unusable and sometimes even flooding houses themselves, she did not see it that way. 

Feeling the rain on her skin felt wonderful, as if all wrong was being washed away, cleansing her mind and soul. She had lost count of how many days she had spent outside standing in a field in the rain, and how many times one of the villagers hollered her back inside with a towel and fresh clothes, and her parents giving her a lecture on how she could get ill from it. Well, before the lycans came. 

She took a seat in front of a large hole in Lord Heisenberg’s factory and just listened, watching the rain fall across the village; cleaning away the blood and gore. Not many of the lycans were out in this weather, and even if they were, she could not see nor hear them. Almost as if they did not exist, as if everything was how it was before. She wondered what she would be doing if things had not changed. Would she be helping Elena and her father, Leonardo, in the fields? Maybe have more of the stitching lessons with Luiza? The older woman did always enjoy teaching her how to do simple yet important skills in life. 

The quiet footsteps approached her from behind before they stopped. 

“You’ll catch your death a cold if you stay here for too long, you know that right?” Turning around, the [Hair colour] woman smiled lightly at the sight of the owner of the factory. Lord Heisenberg. His dark glasses absent, allowing his eyes to be seen. 

“Yes, Heisenberg, I know. I just....I like the rain.” [Name] spoke, her eyes on Heisenberg. His eyes shifted from her to toss a glance outside, stepping around her and watching. She remained on her spot on the floor, legs dangling over the edge to feel the light crisp breeze that came with the rain. “It’s peaceful to me.” She added on at the end. 

A light smiled lifted his lips at this, seeing her calm and relaxed, all the tension that would fill her muscles and render her scared drained. He enjoyed seeing her like this.

"Mind if I join you?" [Eye colour] orbs rose to meet his soft eyes, a light shadow casting over them from his hat that made his grey locks flow a little. Smiling, she nodded and shifted over a little, giving him some space to sit. A smile lifted his lips also as he set down his large hammer and took a seat beside her.

Her head moved and rested against his shoulder, relaxing against him as his arm moved around her waist, holding her close as the two sat, watching and listening to the rain.

Both of them enjoying the moment of peace while they could.