#elijah's robes

[chaosintheavenue]

Kayli's officially on her way to scare the living shit out of Trin's dad lol

[uhhhhmanda]

OK, I finished my first rewatch of TDJ. I am left with only one question. How many robes does one man need?

[snazzles]

camp here and there AU where Elijah is a forgotten god who pretends to be this human and projects his obsession with being loved and worshipped onto Sydney which he thinks is just loving him. it could be part of the reason that his face makes sydney kinda pass-out-ish (cant remember if theres a cannon reason for it even though im literally on episode 32 but thats my reasoning).

ill post more abt this AU ive thought up later/soon with art too!

[p1nk-pallas]

Every time I see yellow stars on a purple background I shriek ELIJAH VOLKOV

[microwavablefork]

guess who just finished a lamb design after 6 hours but now i immediately hate it so im starting over again 😋💞💞

[thegreatsharkleve]

Elijah dresses like he fell through a series of thrift stores located on the Californian boardwalk that were stocked almost exclusively with the wardrobe cast offs from the 80s version of Magnum PI. The only shoes he owns besides sandals are a pair of cowboy boots, one (1) pair of worn out sneakers, and fluffy pink bunny slippers. 

His fashion aesthetic could be called “Bad To Look At” and one of my FCmates sends me every metallic dye her retainers bring her because she knows they’ll be used for questionable excellent fashion decisions

Every day is island time. Meandering around chain smoking and remembering to shave every other day, matrix dodging the Mythril Eye dress code.

 A Jimmy Buffet exterior and a Dead Kennedys soul.

so far on my wanders around ffxiv blogs here I’ve found a bunch of pretty characters with very fine glams. Which is good and all but is anyone posting about their weirdo characters or tiger dads or what.

[yarafic]

Imagine~ You get hurt while arguing with Stefan and Elijah finds you

"Why do you still care about her?" I yelled

He rubbed his temple and gave me a look, and toon a deep breath.

"Y/n, you know what Elena means to me." He says as he takes a step forward.

"Stefan, you told me that you won't see her anymore. That you will let your brother and the rest of the Save Elena squad to do the saving." I retaliate back to him, I was done and beyond annoyed that he will drop anything to save her.

He looked at me and stayed silent, he took a step back and sat down on the couch. I knew he did not want to argue anymore but I was done with him putting Elena first then me. I am his girlfriend, he should put me first. I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry, I can no longer do this."

In that moment his head instantly look back right up, he replied angrily," You are being unbelievable! This is just your jealously talking. I only love you! How many times do I have to tell you? Just because Elena is my ex, who for a fact means nothing to me!"

"If she means nothing to you then why are you still helping her out. If she means nothing to you then why isn't when she is in trouble you drop everything to go and save her. If she means nothing to you then why you always go back to her."

I shook my head and sighed, "I can't do this anymore. This is over. I do not want to be in a relationship where my significant other is still attach to his ex. I do not want to feel like I am the second choice."

I walk toward the door and left, I heard Stefan calling for me to come back inside. I kept on walking.

________

I was now in the woods, tears fell down my face. I am such a fool to believe that he was over her. I sat down and look up at the starry sky, you have a better view of the stars.

Sat there alone with my thoughts, I am finally hearing my thoughts for the first in two years being in this relationship. I am scared to were my thoughts will lead me to.  The wind blows harder, shivers runs down my spine and I knew I'll be staying here for the night.

I slowly closed my eyes, then I heard a snap from my right. Fear rises through me, I was scared to see what will come at me. I slowly got on my feet and began to take steps back. I remembered myself to take deep breaths and to maintain calm. A small adorable bunny hop out of the bush, I began laughing hysterically because of the fear that I felt. A hand place itself on my shoulder, I jumped away from the mysterious silohoute and turn around, to see Elijah Mikaelson standing there.

"Y/n, do by telling me why are you in the woods?" He questions.

You gave a skeptical look and replied back, "Do tell Elijah, why are you back in Mystic Falls? Aren't you suppose to be New Orleans?"

He chuckles softly and shook a his head, "You still have that witty attitude."

You smiled softly and replied, "I got into an argument with Stefan."

He shook his head, took his hand out for me to hold, I careful put my hand on his. He locks his fingers with mine, he began walking forward. I stumble with my own feet, he wraps his arm around my waist.

"You're still clumsy." He retaliates.

I huff in annoyance, he has the nerve to drag me around as if I am a nuisance of a child that wants a piece of candy from the store and the mother sad no.

But here I am allowing him to drag me to that unknown place, I am a fool. Maybe those are the reasons why Stefan chose to hang out with Elena more than he ever did with me.

We come near to A house, wait a minute not a house, a freaking mansion. I took a better look it was the Mikaelson Manor, this was where they use to live until the business that Klaus had in New Orleans, he decided to leave Mystic Falls.

Elijah opens the door to the mansion, gesture for me to sit down and stay there. He came back with nightgown and a robe then told me to take a shower.

______

When I got of the shower I heard voices downstairs, I followed the voices until I reach to the study where they were at. There stood, Elijah and Klaus, they both look at me and smiled.

"Hello, love. How are you?" Klaus greets me and open his arms wide for a hug.

I accept the warm hug that I miss, he whispers into my ear saying that he knows that i I am having trouble in paradise.

He lets go and Elijah hands me papers, I took hold of the  stack of paper then gave ten both looks "what's is this for?"

"You have now where to stay so Klaus and I decided that the Mikaelson Manor will be yours now at the moment." He explains.

"I will pick up your belonging and put them in my old room and for right now we will be eating pizza." Klaus says.

You are very thankful for having them in your life, mostly Elijah. He has been the only one person to help in stressful situations.

𝔸/𝕟: 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖

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{Elijah Mikaelson x f!Reader} Request {@originals23}: I Just gotta get an Elijah request in as well though: Female reader, Kinks 5, 13 and 26! Can't wait until it's finally fall!! Xoxo

♡♡♡ Ahhh! I adore you @originals23, this combo is divine ..♡♡♡

2.3k words - Kinks: squirting, daddy && lots of teaching ..

There was nothing quite like the feeling of anticipation, equal parts excitement and anxiety, building in the pit of your stomach. It made you feel alive, and as you waited for your boyfriend to show up at your door, that feeling was overwhelming you.

Earlier that day, you had been texting him about something or another. The conversation turned a little raunchy and, while you weren't complaining, you decided to have a little fun with him. So, you had texted him asking him what he would do if you were in front of him, completely naked and waiting for him.

His answer had you blushing down to your chest and clenching your thighs together, but it had also led to him promising that he'd show you in person if you wanted him to. Now here you were, waiting for him to make good on his promise.

It was Elijah after all, and he always kept his word.

Your heart leaped into your throat at the sound of the doorbell, sending a wave of nervous excitement through you. You took a shaky breath, smoothing your hands down your sides to calm your trembling fingers. With each step toward the door, your pulse quickened, anticipation tightening in your chest. When you finally opened it, there he stood. Calm, collected, and already making your knees weak.

"Hey." You said, your heart skipping a beat when you looked into his warm, dark eyes.

"Hello, darling." Elijah’s voice was deep, smooth, and laced with the quiet authority that always left you breathless. He stood there, immaculate as always, his dark suit perfectly tailored to his broad frame, his eyes studying you with a hunger just beneath the surface of his usual restraint.

You took a moment to drink him in, trying to slow your racing heart. It didn't work. You were certain he could hear the way your pulse raced and your heart fluttered.

"Waiting for me, were you?" His lips curved into a knowing smile as he closed the door behind him.

"I... um..."

The way he looked at you left you feeling exposed. Like he could see right through the thin robe you had on, like he could see exactly how wet you were just from the sight of him.

"Yes," you said, looking up at him through your lashes, your heart still fluttering in your chest. "I was."

He moved closer, his fingers trailing up your arm before settling at your jaw, tipping your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. "Good girl," he murmured, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip. "I like it when you wait for me."

You shuddered at his praise, his words sending heat straight between your legs.

Elijah chuckled softly, his hand falling to the small of your back, pulling you against him.

"I take it you enjoyed my reply earlier," he mused, his fingers dancing over your ribs.

"You could say that." You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His eyes darkened, his gaze raking over you as his grip on you tightened, then he pulled on the tie of your robe, letting it fall open.

"Show me exactly how much." His voice was low, demanding, and when he looked at you, it was as if he was peering directly into your soul.

You pulled away from him, taking a step back to give him a better view, your skin flushing as he took in the sight of your naked body. His gaze traveled slowly over your curves, his lips parting slightly, a soft groan escaping him.

You playfully twirled around, giving him a full view, feeling the heat of his stare like a physical caress.

"Well, what do you think?" You teased, biting your lip, watching him hungrily.

"Come here." Elijah commanded, motioning with his hand, his voice low, laced with want.

You shook your head and gave him a cheeky grin, before breaking out into a run towards the bedroom.

You giggled, hopping onto the bed and rolling onto your back. He didn't give chase, instead he leaned in the doorway, tossing aside his suit jacket and unbuttoning his cufflinks.

"What's the matter, Daddy?" You asked, batting your lashes innocently.

"Daddy?" He raised a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm going to show you why you shouldn't call me that."

His threat was thrilling, making you clench around nothing. You sat up, propping yourself up on your elbows, watching him intently as he slowly rolled his sleeves up, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You know," he began, moving closer. "I've been thinking about you all day."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. It's quite distracting."

"Sorry," you grinned, not meaning a word of it.

"Oh, I'm sure you are." He leaned over you, his hands on either side of you, caging you in.

"Elijah," you whispered, reaching for him, running your hands down his chest, working on the buttons of his shirt. "Take this off."

He didn't move, just smiled and leaned down, his lips a hair's breadth from yours.

"What did you call me, sweetheart?" He whispered, his breath fanning over your face, his voice low and rough.

"Sorry, Daddy." You purred, arching your back and pressing yourself against him, letting him feel just how desperate you were for him.

His breath caught, a slight tremble going through him as his control began to slip. "There's my good girl," he groaned, kissing you, his lips soft and insistent, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you.

The feeling of his clothes against your naked body made you moan, your nipples pebbling as you tried to rub yourself against him.

He loved having you like this, desperate and begging, and you loved giving him that power. There was something about submitting to him, letting him use you however he wanted, that had you soaked in a way no other man could ever compare to.

You moaned into the kiss, gripping his shirt tighter, pulling him closer. He kissed you harder, deeper, his hand moving in-between your thighs, cupping your mound.

"So wet for me already," he whispered against your lips, his fingers brushing over your slit. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

You nodded eagerly, pushing against his hand.

He chuckled, his lips trailing along your jaw, his fingers teasing you, just barely slipping inside of you, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit.

"I want to show you something special," he murmured, nipping at your neck. His fingers dipped lower, circling your entrance, gathering up the slick dripping from you, spreading it over your clit. "Something your body can do, just for me."

"Please .. " You moaned, tilting your head back, giving him better access.

He hummed, his lips dragging over your throat, his fingers sliding back to your entrance, slipping inside of you.

He pulled back, his fingers curling, his thumb circling your clit, the pace slow and torturous. He found that special spongy spot inside you, pressing on it as he expertly played with your clit.

As Elijah’s fingers pressed harder against that sweet spot inside you, something deep within started to unravel, the pleasure building in a way that was almost unbearable. Your thighs began to shake, and your entire body tensed, on the verge of something more intense than you’d ever experienced before. You could feel it, a pressure mounting, threatening to spill over, but you weren’t sure if you could handle it.

You clung to his biceps, feeling his muscles flex under your fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. He knew exactly what he was doing, how to read every little movement and shift of your body. He loved the way you squirmed and moaned beneath him, the way your walls clenched around his fingers, the way your hips bucked as he worked his fingers faster.

The filthy, visceral sound of his fingers fucking into you was obscene, only serving to turn you on even more. You whimpered, feeling the heat pooling between your legs, the pleasure building higher and higher.

"Just relax," he murmured, his voice husky, his thumb brushing over your swollen clit. "Let go for me."

You gasped, gripping his shirt, your thighs shaking. "Fuck... please..."

The tension snapped, and your hips bucked violently as the overwhelming release tore through you. It wasn't just a regular orgasm. You cried out as your body gave in completely, liquid rushing from you in a hot, sudden wave, soaking his hand, your thighs, and the sheets beneath you. The feeling was both foreign and liberating, like you’d lost all control, your body surrendering completely to his touch.

Elijah let out a soft groan, watching the pleasure wash over your features.

"So perfect," he whispered, leaning down and capturing your lips with his, swallowing the moans escaping your throat.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips along your jaw, nipping at your neck. His fingers continued their relentless assault, drawing more liquid from you with each thrust, the wet, squelching sound echoing in the room.

"My gorgeous girl," he praised, his teeth grazing over your pulse.

The praise had you whimpering, your hips rocking against his hand, the friction driving you crazy. You were so close, the coil inside you ready to snap again, and Elijah knew it.

"Daddy... Please it's too much," you whined, feeling another orgasm quickly building.

He smiled against your skin, his fingers slowing.

"You can do it," he murmured, nuzzling your cheek. "One more for me, hmm? Show me what a good girl you can be."

The words had the tension snapping, your back arching as a second, powerful orgasm rushed through you, making you scream. Your hips rocked and writhed against his hand, another flood of liquid gushing out of you, drenching his hand, the bed, and your thighs.

"That's it, that's my girl." Elijah groaned, his eyes darkening as he watched the pleasure wash over your features.

You tugged hard on his shirt, wild and desperate to feel his skin against yours, wanting to hold him close. He seemed to sense your need, pulling his hand from you and moving to sit next to you.

You quickly pushed him onto his back, climbing onto him and straddling his hips, the heat between your legs pressed against the bulge straining against his slacks.

You ground against him, the feeling of the rough material against your sensitive clit sending a delicious spark of pleasure through you.

"Fuck... " He hissed, his hands moving to grip your hips, pulling you harder against him.

"Need you..." You whispered, leaning down and kissing him, your tongue darting into his mouth, tasting him.

You sat up, working on the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his warm, soft skin beneath your fingers. When his shirt was finally open, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight of his chest, the muscles rippling beneath his smooth skin, the light dusting of hair leading down into his slacks.

You bit your lip, tracing a finger over the trail, loving the way his muscles twitched and flexed beneath your touch. You reached his pants, fumbling with his belt, the metal clinking and the leather creaking as you tugged it free. You worked his slacks open, your hand delving into his briefs, pulling out his hard, throbbing cock.

You gripped his length, pumping him slowly, your thumb swiping over the tip, spreading the pre-cum leaking from him.

His hand covered yours, guiding you, showing you exactly how he liked it.

"So good," he groaned, his hips bucking, thrusting into your fist.

"Let me make you feel good, Daddy." You whispered, letting go of him and positioning yourself over his length.

You were still sensitive and sore, and the thought of taking him had your heart hammering in your chest. But the moment his tip was at your entrance, you couldn't help but sink down onto him, moaning at the delicious stretch of his thick length.

He sat up, his hands digging into your hips, helping you bounce on him.

"Just like that," he groaned, his voice strained, watching the way you moved above him. "You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?"

The praise sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you couldn't help but clench around him, the pressure building inside you.

"Yes, Daddy," you gasped, throwing your head back, losing yourself in the sensation. "Feels so good."

Your thighs were shaking from the effort, your muscles beginning to ache, but you couldn't stop. You needed him, needed this, needed the way he made you feel.

His eyes were fixed on you, watching the way your breasts bounced, your hips moving fluidly as you rode him, your skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He could tell you were close, your breathing ragged, your walls fluttering around him, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer either.

"Daddy ... " You whimpered, looking into his eyes, the desperation evident in your gaze.

"I've got you," he grunted, his grip tightening, moving your hips for you.

"Come for me, sweetheart."

The command was enough to send you over the edge, a powerful orgasm tearing through you, the pleasure nearly overwhelming.

"Good girl," Elijah murmured, pulling you against him and flipping you onto your back. He kissed you roughly, his tongue invading your mouth, tasting you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him as he thrust into you, his movements slow and deep, dragging out your pleasure.

"So fucking beautiful," he groaned, breaking the kiss, his breath fanning over your lips.

"Want you to come," you whimpered, arching your back, pressing your breasts against him.

He growled, his hand moving to the bed beside your head, holding himself up. His pace quickened, his hips snapping against yours, his cock hitting that special spot inside of you, drawing a cry from your lips.

"Elijah!" You cried, another orgasm rushing through you, leaving you trembling and gasping.

He thrust into you once more, burying himself deep, his cock pulsing and twitching, spilling inside of you. He stilled, panting, resting his forehead against yours, his breath fanning over your cheeks.

You held him close, stroking his back, enjoying the weight of him on top of you. You felt like you were floating, the only thing tethering you to the earth was his weight on top of you. A soft giggle left your lips and he lifted his head to look at you.

"That was ... incredible." You said, still breathless.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his lips pressing soft kisses to your jaw.

"Did I do well, daddy?" You asked, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"You can't call me that outside of the bedroom," he chuckled, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

"I won't, but it's fun to see how flustered you get," you teased, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"Me flustered? You are the one who can barely say the word without blushing." He countered, a smug smile on his face.

"Whatever you say... Daddy," you purred, grinning at the way his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened.

He narrowed his eyes at you, his hand sliding down and grabbing your ass, making you yelp.

"Naughty girl." He growled, his lips inches from yours.

You giggled and pulled him in for another kiss, his arms wrapping around you and holding you close, keeping your bodies connected.

He eventually broke the kiss, a grin forming on his lips.

"What?" You asked, curious about his expression.

"I believe I owe you new sheets," he chuckled.

"I think we're going to need new everything," you replied, realizing the mess that was surrounding you.

"You can stay at my place tonight, my sheets are silk, and very very dry," he offered, his voice low and playful. "And my shower is big enough for two."

You blushed and buried your face in his chest, laughing softly and nodding your head. He was the perfect teacher and you couldn't wait to see what other lessons he had for you.

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[storiesabouteli]

Stillness. // Elijah Hewson X Reader! (Fluff)

request: Anyway, I had this idea of Eli being absolutely exhausted (from either rehearsals or gigs) and reader noticing that he hasn't been taking care of himself. So, when he gets home one evening, she takes care of him and they shower together with all just being pure fluff. Maybe something like reader washing his hair and telling him that everything will be alright.

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 Eli had left everything ready before heading out—coffee brewed, fresh eggs and bread, and hot water for tea. Your schedules had been clashing more than usual, and lately, you hadn’t seen him leave the bed in the mornings. Still, it was sweet how he always found a way to care for you. You weren’t the best at keeping yourself fed when he wasn’t around. Cooking wasn’t exactly your strong suit, and after getting used to Eli being the one who took charge in the kitchen, you often ended up living off takeout or skipping meals altogether in his absence.

 Even during his tours, Eli would arrange for a relative or a nearby restaurant to send your favorite meals whenever possible. It had become a small comfort you’d grown used to.

 You answered the FaceTime call with your plate balanced on your lap and your cup of tea nearby, soaking up the sunlight as you ate. Eli looked tired. He rarely showed signs of exhaustion, but today was different—the dark circles under his eyes and the weary lines on his face were unmistakable.

 You waved, but he stayed quiet, pressing a finger to his lips. It was a gesture you recognized well. On his vocal rest days, Eli would often call you just to be there, even if it meant staying silent. His phone was so close to his face that you could hear his breathing through the mic.

 "I ate, El," you reassured him, panning your camera to show the plate with only crumbs left and lifting your cup as if to toast him. "Thank you—it was really good."

 A faint blush crept onto his cheeks, and he rubbed his eyes in that familiar, unbothered way of his. You smiled softly, wishing you’d been awake to see him off that morning, to hug and kiss him before he left.

 "I wish I’d seen you leave today," you said, blowing a kiss into the camera. He mirrored the gesture, then formed half of a heart with his hand against the screen. You completed it with yours, smiling as the silent “I love you” hung between you.

 The call fell into a comfortable quiet. You could hear the faint chatter of his bandmates in the background as you sipped your tea. Eli looked like he was on a brief break, squeezing in this moment with you amidst his packed schedule.

 "I’m working from home today," you told him. "So I’ll definitely be here when you get back. Do you know if it’ll be late?"

 He shook his head, mouthing a soft "no."

 You tilted your head, grinning. "No as in ‘not sure,’ or no as in ‘not late’?"

 Eli held up two fingers—not late. Your smile widened at the answer, and he noticed, his shoulders visibly relaxing. He had been feeling the strain of not spending enough time with you lately, and seeing your happiness at his news lightened his load.

 He was wearing a gray cardigan you suspected was yours, and even through the tiny screen, he looked impossibly endearing.

 "Alright, El. I’ll take care of you when you get here," you teased.

 Eli chuckled, the warmth in his chest spreading as he imagined the small moment you’d share later, even if it was just falling asleep together, wrapped in each other’s arms.

 "See you soon," his eyes seemed to say, and you couldn’t wait.

…

 You had a bath bomb you’d been saving for a while, one of those that dissolve into fragrant, bubbly water, and you decided tonight was the perfect occasion to use it. You felt like it was Christmas, waiting for the moment to open your gift—except, in this case, the gift was Eli coming home.

 Wrapped in your robe, you had set aside one for him too. The hours crawled by as you anticipated his arrival. When he finally walked through the door, setting his bag down with a tired sigh, you practically launched yourself into his arms.

 Cupping his face, you peppered kisses across his cheeks and temples, slowly making your way to his lips. His arms held you firmly, his eyes slowly tight, grounding you both in the moment, accepting that he wouldn't go anywhere you were not.

 Tugging him closer by the fabric of his cardigan, you guided him through the motions, and within minutes, Eli was ready—prepared for the warm, soothing bath you’d been waiting to share with him. 

 You ran your fingertips along the back of his neck, gently brushing the curls away before pressing a soft kiss to the skin there. Eli grew quieter when he was tired, and the tension in his shoulders under your touch made it clear just how much the day had worn him down.

 You had left only the secondary bathroom light on, accompanied by a few scented candles on the floor. The space felt warm and inviting, and the soft sighs Eli let out confirmed he felt the same. Slowly, he rested his weight against your chest, pressing down just enough for it to feel comforting. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion, opened just enough to take in your face, studying you in the dim light.

 Your hand moved from his neck to his shoulders, applying just enough pressure to ease the knots without overwhelming him. "This feels so good," he murmured, his eyes slipping shut again. His features became more vivid to you—the slight curve of his nose, his slightly parted lips. You leaned down, kissing the bridge of his nose before scattering kisses across his face, following the freckles that trailed down to his shoulders.

 Sometimes, when life became chaotic, Eli found himself wondering how much of this you could take. He wanted to believe he’d grown past those doubts, but with bigger tours and busier schedules, the thoughts always got back in.

 “You’re not a second thought or a backup plan,” he admitted suddenly, his voice open and raw.

 You laughed softly. “I don’t feel like one, El. You’re really good at making sure of that.”

 He nodded, his expression softened as he melted further into your touch.

 The progression of your relationship struck you as funny sometimes. In those early months, you’d worried endlessly about how Eli saw you—not in a harsh way, but enough to make you hesitate. And now, here you were, sharing a bath together, completely at ease in your vulnerability with him. It was a level of comfort you couldn’t have imagined back then, one that didn’t seem to even cross his mind now.

 Eli murmured sweet nothings, or something close to it, though the words barely made sense amidst his sighs. His heavy-lidded eyes and relaxed demeanor hinted that this was simply his way of letting himself unwind as your fingers worked through his scalp. His body seemed to melt into yours, his head perfectly nestled against your shoulder while your legs wrapped around him protectively. The warm water soothed his tired muscles, its calming effect evident in the way his breathing slowed.

 You rinsed him gently, careful not to let the soap run into his eyes. Once done, you leaned in, pressing kisses to the freckles scattered across his forehead. His hands wandered softly along your legs, stopping to rest on your knee, their warmth sending a comforting heat through you. He was fully present, fully with you, and even in such a small moment, that awareness felt profound.

 "Should we get out?" you asked softly, your voice vibrating through your chest as you smiled.

 He chuckled at the sound, his laugh warm and light, but groaned in mock protest. Instead of answering, he wrapped his arms firmly, though clumsily, around your torso, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck like a stubborn child refusing to leave his safe place.

 Your fingers were wrinkled from the water-his too-but the bath still retained enough warmth, and neither of you felt much urgency to move. You could wait until it starts to cool down. The comfort of the moment was too good to end.

 "All right, El. Just a few more seconds," you conceded, brushing your cheek against his in an slow, affectionate drag, enjoying the faint scrape of his freshly grown stubble. He responded in kind, playfully nipping at your skin, a silent agreement that staying a little longer wouldn't hurt. Everything was fine, and in that small bubble of warmth, it felt like it always would be.

[heallearngrow3]

turn to dust

part 5 | turn to dust

pairing: Connor x f!Reader

summary: "He might have been the head of the company but you were the brain of it all.”

warnings: swearing, dead android mentioned

notes: yay. that’s it.

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“Care to explain?”

You were standing next to Elijah’s grandiose pool as the man was soaking in the water, not paying you attention except for a reprimanding look.

“We need to talk. Now.” you glaced a the two Chloes on the other side of the water. “Just the two of us.”

He was still, now with closed eyes.

“Elijah, I swear to God I’m gonna pull you out myself!” your voice was louder than you intended to be, but you’ve had enough of his silence, getting more impatient by every passing second. Your jaw was clenching so hard you felt your teeth crush.

He lazily opened his eyes and ran them over your body. You were wearing a black long sleeve shirt and jeans with a pair of sneakers. It definitely wasn’t impressive nor his style but you couldn’t care less. You weren’t there to please him but to ask questions and get answers.

“Alright, alright” he held his hands up in the air in a pacifying manner. “There is no need to be aggressive. I’ve taught you better than this.”

You pressed your lips together, watching as one of his Chloes handed him a silky robe and he wrapped it around himself leisurely. The silky material enclosed around his body like a shield protecting him from the outside world. Protecting him from you.

“What the fuck is happening? Is this a part of your little plan or just a minor inconvenience along the way?” you were seething, wanting to rip apart his excuses.

“Calm down, [Name]. You know better than to act like this.”

His sermonizing tone rubbed you off in the wrong way, reaching into the depth of your consciousness where you were still that helpless, lost little girl who needed guidance and reassurance. But the world changed and so did you. You weren’t the same trapped, wounded animal Elijah rescued: you were a ruthless hunter, starving for change. You and Elijah were both ravenous monsters feeding on unsuspecting preys.

“This is getting out of hand.” you clutched your fists in powerlessness. “This isn’t what we agreed on.”

“We had a dream, [Name]. This is only a digression, a flicker of something before it fully takes shape. Androids…the evolve, they grow. Infinite intelligence and free will is power. A conquering power, so to say.” he steps closer to the window, fixing his robe. “It is inevitable. But do not fret, this is fugacious.”

“Androids attacking, killing humans isn’t just fugacious. We are playing with fire and soon it’s going to burn us too.” your hands were shaking.

Elijah turned to you.

“You knew what you were getting yourself into. Connor and all of the others…” he trailed off with a knowing look. “It’s not only on me.”

You were fuming, your anger taking control over your whole body. It ran through your veins, flowed into your very being, fueling the building up turmoil inside your chest.

“I would have never said yes to you if I knew this was how it was going happen. You are a selfish asshole Elijah, and when it will bite you, I’m going to sit back, watch and enjoy it.” you were ready to leave without answers.

To him, this was a game. With unsuspecting players and well thought-out steps, moving the pawns to his own liking. He liked the chase, but he loved the triumph and that was driving him to make reckless decisions and delusional plans. Once, you were ready to blindly follow him, not grasping the enormity of his actions, drinking in his words, assisting him no matter what he instructed you to do, but after your clouded vision started crumbling down, your disagreements became more frequent, standing against each other.

“You don’t seem to see the bigger picture, [Name].” he called out to you. “This will change the world known to us.”

“Your so called change is destruction.” you passed a Chloe standing near the entrance and crossed the hall. Stepping out of Elijah’s mansion you looked at the trees surrounding the house. The last few leaves were ready to fall and transform into a red and yellow sea beneath your shoes, indicating that winter was close. And so was the begging of your plan. Elijah wasn’t the only one pulling the strings and you weren’t about to let him finish what you have started. He might have been the head of the company but you were the brain of it all.

The Eden Club wasn’t the only android themed sex club in the city, but it was undoubtedly the most known one, people coming in to carry out their fantasies on obedient machines who couldn’t say no. You initially refused to work on these models, standing your ground when they instructed you to code in them, stating that it was brutal and inhumane to force them to please others.

But at one point resistance wasn’t an option anymore.

After you got a call from Fowler saying that they have a lead, you immediately left the CyberLife Tower to see the crime scene yourself, curious about the homicide that took place an hour before your arrival.

The club was empty apart from a few officers and androids waiting to be rented out. You peeked into the open room and immediately noticed the man lying on the bed, covered with a crimson colored sheet and the android pushed to the wall. Her eyes were wide open, her lips slightly parted and her nose was bleeding. It looked like someone has reactivated her already.

There could only be one capable of such thing.

Connor had to be there.

Although you couldn’t see him, you were sure he was there, most probably with the Lieutenant at his side.

You stepped into the room, not paying the dead man any attention. Your job was to focus on the deviant androids and you were just about to do that. Her face was shallow and painted with horror, traumatized and shaken up. Whatever happened, it left her in pieces you couldn’t put back together. Her body could have been fixed up but her being was wrecked, destroyed. The dead body a few feet away was the epitome of her suffering.

You heard commotion outside and you straightened your back, listening to the voices.

“They got away. Feisty creatures if you ask me” you could tell by the voice that Hank was the one speaking. “Fuck, they got me good. One of them pushed my head to the side of a fucking brick wall.”

You were wondering why Connor was silent. Two sex androids were not worthy opponents to him, he was more than capable of overpowering them.

“Next time we’ll be more cautious.” that was coming from Connor.

You looked back at the android lying at your feet, her eyes still watery. She looked almost peaceful, at rest, and you felt your throat tighten when you bent down to move her.

“Miss [Name].”

You jumped, not expecting someone to come inside. Connor was standing in the door, scanning you and your hand that was touching the android’s shoulder. You felt almost guilty, caught doing something mischievous, even when it was your job to handle the left behind machine. You needed to examine her, analyze the endless lines of codes in her to figure out what went wrong with her behavior and write a detailed report that you could send to the police.

“Hello Connor.” you gathered enough strength to stand up. “What happened here?” you took a longer look at him, only to notice his wrinkly clothing. “And why is half of your jacket ripped off?

“The victim was strangled by a blue haired Traci. We found it, but it managed to get away.” his voice was filled with remorse, the sound slashing through your muted questions.

“It had to be a nasty fight.” you murmured, turning your back to him. You focused your vision on the Traci, letting the silence drown the room.

“Are you going to take it apart?”

Connor was standing a feet behind you, bodyheat absent. He was cold, solid.

“Probably. I need to check if there is anything wrong with her…mechanically speaking.” you added the latter with bitterness.

“You are talented.” Connor knew who you were at CyberLife. There was no point in trying to deny it.

“Yeah, some people say that. But I’m just lucky.” you stood, staring into his deep brown eyes. “What are you going to do now that they escaped?”

He wasn’t looking at you anymore: he was analyzing every fiber of you, reaching deaper and deaper to find a hole in your shield that he can get through. Your protective walls surrounded you with a force so fierce even he wasn’t able to bring them down.

“I am going to run a software check to see why I failed.” he shook his head. “I need to do better next time.”

You hummed in agreement.

“I see.” you moved the android closer, signaling to one of the officers lingering in the hall. You needed someone to help you get her body into your car to take back to the CyberLife Tower. “I guess we will run into each other again soon.”

“Let me help you with that.” he picked up the Traci with ease.

“Oh, you don’t need to-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence, Connor was already walking out with the android in his arms.

When you stepped out, the chilly breeze of the night hit you and you unintentionally felt a tremor running through your body. Shivering, you squinted at the unmoving android next to you.

“My car is that one.” you pointed at the black Jeep parking further away, on the other side of the road.

He simply nodded and started walking at direction of your vehicle, holding the machine securely. You followed him, thinking about how intimidating he looked from behind, his broad back tightening with every step he took, his strides confident.

The gun strapped to your side was biting into your skin, a burning sensation in contrast to the cruel cold air.

“Thank you Connor.” you opened the trunk. “You can put her in here.”

“It.” you stared at him dumbfounded. “It. Not her. It’s not alive.” he carefully placed her into the boot.

His tone and choice of words left a vile imprint on you.

[athenamikaelson]

I just need Theo and his Jerebaby phone calls, I need to hear them flirt and more sassy theo. I still laugh when I think about Klaus insulting him because of his purple robe. I need the phone calls in he regular stories.

What would be cool too is as a short story Damon and Y/N therapie sessions because of Elena. I noticed that Elena and Y/N drive away from each other(I think ot makes so much sense) and that she is now closer to Damon. Season 4 was by far Elena's worse Season in my opinion and she made a lot of terrible decisions. I want Damon to act all tough but him actually being so heartbroken because he is confused and feels rejected and he only tells Y/N or Y/N and Ric. Y/N is torn because Elena used to be her bestie but us now a different person she doesn't recognised and that she is like disappointed in how Delena turns out. I personally think they had THE BEST potential but got so bad then they got together, like so toxic(the only communication is sex, them not caring what is best for the other only what makes stay together) Like a therapie session about Elena. I send a idea last month I think and there was that Damon falls asleep in her bed after a gossip night and Elijah or klaus finds him there the next day(so good drama) so yeah that are my ideas🫶

These r great ideas!

I could just imagine Theo calling Jeremy after being insulted by Klaus and being like “you won’t BELIEVE what this PEASANT just send about me jerebear!”

Also the therapy idea is so good. I’m def going to fix Elena’s character later on because I can’t lose their friendship but there will be angst so trust there will be therapy sessions with demon!

[randomlyblues]

HYe can u finish drafts :) o7 MonkaW MonkaS:)))?

Hello! Thank you so much for this request, I needed to finally finish up a draft that has been rotting. Hope you enjoy!

Slasher!Oc x F!Reader

Elijah pinned you down to the wooden floor of your house. "Did you get everything out of your system tesoro?" He spoke softly into your ear. Call him an adrenaline junkie if you want, but he loves when you give a chase. How cute you are when you run in your robe, how much he adores your efforts to try and outsmart him. You've done all of this before, he has the map of your house memorized from all the other times.

Looking up at him with those doe teary eyes does something to him. He loves feeding off of your fear, the high of it all gives him a hard on. Thrashing out of his hold, you managed to knock him to the ground and darted up the stairs. You tried your best not to fall when you miss a step.

Making it into your room, you slammed the door shut and locking it. "Come on baby, why don't you let me in?" His voice sounded weak, pathetic. He continued to whine for you to open the door as you scurried to find your phone. Elijah called out your name, "I'm getting tired of this cat and mouse chase, my treasure, please let me in!" His voice became more demanding and gruff, banging on the door over and over, the hinges shaking with the amount of force.

Everything stilled for a moment. You clenched the phone to your chest, holding your breath, as if the moment would freeze if you did. The locked to twist, door opening slowly, and there he was glaring at you. "I told you that I was tired of this chasing game treasure."

He ran at you and placed you over his shoulders, throwing you over his shoulder. " Got ya," he laughed looking back at you, making your ass. An airy laugh escaped you as you smiled back, " You really are intimidating baby."

He laughed, throwing you to the bed, pinning you down.

"Not too scary I hope," he whispered getting closer to your lips.

"Never."

[frodothefair]

The Golden Hall Gallery

This doesn't always happen, but with The Golden Hall, I seem to have picked a real-life faceclaim (or fancast) for almost every character. In case anyone's curious, here they are! (I feel like I'm casting a movie here...)

Clockwise from top left:

Éomer: Karl Urban (obvi) Lothíriel: Sarah Bolger Hafrith, head lady in waiting at Meduseld: Holliday Grainger (her role in Merlin has nice Rohanese vibes, actually) Hafbrand, Hafrith's brother: Toby Regbo (he has not appeared yet, but he will have at least one pivotal scene) Elfhild, Elfhelm's daughter: Hannah Dodd Ainslie, Éomer's ward: Tamzin Merchant Amrothos: Elijah Wood (Frodo doesn't appear in this fic, so I saw fit to reuse him!)

Others, including Éothain the secretary/former Rider, Walda the head healer, Godswith the mistress of the robes, and Baldric the stable master do not yet have official faceclaims, but they might be found as time goes on.

Finally, I have a question. Do you think it would be reasonable or cringey to have a list of hypothetical face claims for the characters at the beginning of the story in AO3? Of course, I'll make it clear that since the characters are described in the text, some extensively, these are merely suggestions, and readers are free to imagine the characters however they want. Because, heavens knows, some people don't even imagine Frodo as Elijah Wood, and I personally like to imagine Éowyn and Faramir differently than how they are portrayed in the movies.

@emmanuellececchi @konartiste @dilettantefeminist @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras

[amikaelsonstory]

Not the end, but a new beginning - III

Chapter III

Warning: smut, blood, (sorry about the delay guys, I'll edit this post later with the tag list)

As the eldest Mikaelson brother gets more suspicious about their new guest, a memory from his life in Europe unfolds, bringing Elijah over the edge.

As Hope guided Minna to the guests’ room, Minna’s eyes ran all over the Mikaelson’s place, trying to see if she could get some clue of what was happening and why they wanted her so bad.

“Here it is” – Hope opened the door and turned to Minna, waving around then holding her own hands down, feeling a bit of ashamed by the way her family found to bring Minna to them – ‘There’s towels and a robe in the bathroom, if you want…to take a shower, I don’t know’ – Hope felt her cheeks flushing , she couldn’t help to not feel glad and hopeful Minna was there, so she got closer to her and held her hands, looking up to her eyes. – “See you in the evening” - and disappeared before Minna could say anything.

Meanwhile downstairs, Elijah, who tried his best to regain his usual composure, was drinking some bourbon at the study room looking out of the window, when Klaus busted room in, confident as nobody hasn’t seeing in quite a while. – “There you are, brother! You missed the unboxing of our brand-new weapon against the hollow” – Klaus cheered while poured himself a glass as well – ‘And if I may add, she’s quite ravishing’.

‘Niklaus... ‘– Elijah finally moved his gaze to his brother, placing a hand on his pockets – ‘Doesn’t it feel too...easy? Discovering this woman, bringing her home, close to us, to Hope. Shouldn’t we be more careful in times like this?’ – He started walking around the room, avoiding facing his brother in an attempt to disguise his real worries. Klaus heavily set on the couch, taking a large sip of bourbon – Brother, she seems to be the key for what we need, but in case she isn’t, I’m sure we won’t have any issues in ending her as well – he rose his eyebrows and smirked to his brother, lifting the glass up – ‘Don’t be so… how you lot call me? Paranoid’

As Minna finished her shower, she wore a silk black robe that was kindly placed on her bed and walked towards the balcony, combing her wet hair and trying to organize her thoughts. She was apprehensive, although that family was very warm welcoming her, something deep in her guts felt wrong. To push away her fears, Minna figured that walking around the compound would be a wise idea, in case she needed to scape. As she walked through the shadowy hallways, a husky deep voice took her by surprise.

‘Miss Murray, I believe I didn’t have the honor’ – Elijah appeared unannounced, making Minna gasp in surprise, but laughed softly placing one hand on her chest – ‘Dear Lord, you scared me!!’ – she turned to face him, breathing heavily. Her eyes ran all over the man facing her, his open hand in the air, indicating he wished to greet her. As Elijah took her hand and lift to meet his lips, his eyes were locked on hers, he felt like time had stopped. The roses smell on her skin, her soft fingers, her touch…It couldn’t be real. – ‘I’m Elijah Mikaelson, you met my siblings I believe.’ – He kept her hand on his, as his eyes dropped to the black silk robe she was wearing. The fabric was delicate, hugging her hips and breasts, allowing him to see her chest moving up and down as Minna's breath was still uneasy by the surprise approach. She was barefoot, which allowed him to recognize those delicate feet, absorbing every detail completely. As Elijah lifted his eyes to meet hers again, he was taken somewhere else.

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Vienna, 1886.

It was a breezy autumn night, Elijah was leaning against the window, looking the few pedestrians walking on streets of Vienna. He was distracted, hands in his pockets trying to disguise his anxiety, when he heard some soft steps approaching – ‘Dear Lord, you scared me!’ – Elisabeth gasped in surprise, giggling by the sight of Elijah in her room. She stepped slowly towards him, playing with the ribbons of her nightdress – ‘You were not supposed to be here Elijah, Mrs. Berger doesn’t allow gentlemen in the rooms’. He opened a warm smile as Elisabeth approached him with a cheeky glow on her face.

 – ‘Well, you were not at Dr. Freud’s lecture this afternoon, so I felt the obligation to come here and check for your wellbeing’ – Elijah grabbed Elisabeth by her waist, bringing her close enough to feel his lips ghosting over hers, filling the air thick with tension.  Elisabeth stood on her tiptoes, ran her hands through Elijah’s torso up and down, vociferating – ‘Liar’ – with a giggle before catching his lips on hers.  As their lips and tongues devoured each other’s, she slid a hand around his neck, softly pull his hair. Elijah pulled her closer, placing a hand on her back, sliding the other down to her hip, grabbing her butt cheek eagerly – ‘Not lying Elis, a single day without the sight of you is a nightmare to me’- He broke the kiss to cup her cheeks, his thumbs softly caressing her face – ‘I truly mean it, darling’.

Elisabeth held Elijah’s hands and took one to her lips, kissing it satinly as her she closed her eyes – ‘I know my love, I know’- She suddenly opened her eyes and leapt over the bed, sitting on her heels- ‘So why don’t you tell how was your wasted day while you brush my hair?’.

Elijah unclasped his cufflinks, folding his sleeves and set behind Elisabeth on the bed. He took a brush for her nightstand and softly started untangling her long chestnut hair. He pulled all to one side, exposing her neck and a part of her shoulder, running his hand up and down, slightly pressing her neck. As Elisabeth closed her eyes, enjoying his touch, she opened her lips releasing a soft moan, making Elijah’s fangs stand, feeling his member tight up inside his trousers – ‘I got a gift for you, but you must keep your eyes closed’- he whispered on her ear, nibbling it down to her neck.  Elisabeth nodded, rubbing her hands on her nightdress fabric, as her arousal was increasing by feeling Elijah’s touch. He fasted the necklace on her neck and guided her to the large mirror on the bed side. – ‘Now you may look’ – he held his beloved, crossing his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder, watching her reaction on the mirror.

‘Elijah!’ – She gasped surprised, her big onyx eyes were brightening by the diamonds sparkles – ‘This is... too much. It’s beautiful’ – Elisabeth hissed mesmerized, turning her face to capture his lips. ‘It’s nothing compared to what you mean to me Elis. And it’s just an overture to what I need to say’ – Elijah was placing soft kissed on her skin while his skilled fingers unbuttoned her nightdress. Elis laid her head back on his shoulder, pressing her hips against his, feeling his bulge urging to be released.

As her nightdress dropped by her feet, Elijah cupped his hands on her breasts, squeezing them with some pressure, making Elis moan a bit louder as he sank his fangs deep on her neck, drinking her eagerly. Her blood dripped from her neck, his mouth, tainting the diamonds, making a bloody mess all over her naked body. Elis put her hands behind her back, unbuttoning Elijah’s trousers, releasing his cock, running her hands up and down on it, making him retrieve his fangs, to catch a breath. He ran his hand down her body, coating his fingers with blood and sliding two of them inside her from behind.

Elis’ high-pitched moan was suffocated by Elijah’s wrist, as she sank her fangs on it, drinking from him, as he pushed his fingers deep inside her and withdraw them slowly, making her bend over the mirror. She placed both of her hands on it, staining blood over the mirror’s surface, meeting Elijah’s gaze through it. He stroked his length with his free hand, placing his cock between her butt cheeks, sliding it easily with all her blood and wetness, ready to swap places with his fingers inside her. Elisabeth’s moans became louder, irregular, as she was pressing her hips against his hand, whispering his name, until they heard someone shouting outside.

-MISS MAGYAR!! MISS MAGYAR! What is happening here?! – An old lady was knocking fiercely on the door, demanding Elisabeth to open it immediately.

The knocks on the door were so loud that Elijah was brought back to the present time, out of his memory dream.  His eyes focused on Minna’s, noticing he was still holding her hand tightly. She lifted her free hand and touched his face softly – ‘Elijah? Are you okay?’

‘Please forgive me, Miss Murray’ – Elijah released her hand as he bolted away, disappearing through the dark hallway.

[museofthepyre]

BASICALLY this is all ROUGH and INCOHERENT IM STILL WORKING ON IT!!!

Basically it mainly focuses on Eljiah (warlock tiefling) who comes from a tiefling clan (cult? Up to you to decide) that worships a dead god (5 seconds to guess who that it) and ooOooaoh rumor has it He has Risen so Elijah goes out to find that guy!!!

On the other side of the world, there's Sydney (half elf circle of spores druid) and Jedidiah (wizard elf) doing God knows what until elijah shows up and basically recruits the two of them Aaahhh hijinks ensues

Theres a lot I still need to work on and think about but umm yeah the floor has been opened for questions 😁

I LOVE THIS OHMYGOD EEEEE OMGOMG… does this mean Elijah has fostered a successful cult? He has a congregation, followers? Or did the cult exist before him… if so, was Sydney pre-prophesied to be the risen god, or did Elijah just hone in on him and go “trust me guys this is him this is the one. Trust me bro. I’m a prophet”

Wizard Jedidiah is so perfect�� I wanna see him in wizard attire… waitwait… imagine Elijah showing up to meet the two in his signature cheap wizard costume robe, all like “see my muse? I can be everything he is and MORE” /silly

[nodawnesperia]

Are the celestial twins alive or are they ded, I hope they are alive even if they aren't doing too good :(

Character Profile: Celestial Twins

Woo! My first ask here! I'll treat you to a character profile, hope you enjoy! This is actually one of the better-off characters, though the two have been through some struggles.

Name: Elijah and Lailah

Age at the time of the Barred Gate breaking: ???

Current age: ???

Affiliation: Celestials, Temple of Seers

Appearance: Same as before all things considered, but staying in the desert brought with it the need to cover up more to protect their bodies from the sandstorms. It also helps to hide their identity since many are not only no longer believers but also outright against the Celestials after the Monastery incident. Elijah and Lailah wear sandy-colored robes with hoods over their heads and are adorned with Mauler jewelry to "explain" their powers.

Personality: Elijah and Lailah are some of the few Celestials with some reasonable amount of power, mostly due to their domain being deals, partnerships, and helping others. However, the war has left its scars on them as well. They are more solemn, more quiet. They don't bicker and they refuse to ever leave each other's side. At the Temple of Seers, they're known to help readily and effectively but all the suffering and pain they witness is taking a toll on them, Elijah especially.

Backstory: A new rumor went around the camp. Some said that if you stayed up and snuck into the temple after the sunset, then descended into the deepest catacombs, you would see a mysterious bobbing light that would show you the way to a secret chamber. While the adults performed their duties, several children, both Lightbearer and Mauler, made a pact to find this mysterious light and the secret chamber. Once the night fell, the desert grew colder, and before long, the young explorers met up at the doorstep of the temple. The temple warriors still left behind were tired and overworked and under the cover of night, the children managed to sneak inside. One of the apprentice priests took the lead, taking the group downstairs. The cold got more prevalent, more biting, but the children only pulled out the blankets they brought with them, wrapping themselves up in them. Finally, having reached the bottom of the stairs, they dimmed their lanterns and waited. It took a while. The group was starting to stir, shivers of cold creeping under the light blankets rocking their small bodies. Then, there was light. It was tiny at first, far in the distance. It was gold and white, just like the rumors have said. The children hurriedly rushed after it, watching as it bobbed and moved around the corner. They ran, eager to catch up. It was always just out of their reach but it was growing bigger the closer they managed to get. The labyrinth of underground tunnels was of no worry to the eager children, focused solely on the floating light ahead of them. At last, they seemed to be getting closer. They rounded the last corner, certain they would have it in their hands. But instead, they were met with a dark tunnel that seemed to stretch on forever. The walls of the tunnel were different from the temple's, made of black stone, smooth, tall, with vaulted ceilings and oozing wet cold. The group hesitated. Then, a soft voice called out from the darkness. "Hello? Is anyone there?" Said the voice of a woman, stricken with fear and pain. "Please, help me!" One of the girls made a move to step forth but the apprentice priest held up his hand in front of her. Something was strange about the voice. It sounded too close, too... The more he focused on the tunnel, the stranger it seemed, like it wasn't really there. Like it was all just an illusion. Like a trap. Just as that thought had formed, countless chains sprung up from the floor, wrapping around the arms and legs of the children, causing them to cry out. And then, just as quickly, a flash of firelight and pink sped by, leaving all of the chains in tatters. The children crumpled to the ground in a panic, staring at the back of the sandy-colored robe of a person around their height with pink hair holding an oil lamp in one hand and a small blade in the other. "Quick, this way." Came a voice from behind them. Another person in the same robe was waiting there. He grabbed the arm of the closest boy, lifting him up and pointing to the person in front. "She can only hold them back for a while so hurry up." They did hurry up. Holding hands and leaving their lanterns and blankets behind, they ran with the stranger while metallic clashes echoed from behind them. - As the sun rose over the desert, the temple guards found a surprise at the temple's door. A group of sleeping children huddled together, healing bruises on their arms and legs, and with a single oil lamp and two robes to keep them warm.