#stories of ... elliot wolfe !

[doodlboy]

True crime girlies who get giddy about seeing a sentencing streamed live like its their favorite TV show scare me

[muiitoloko]

Okay. Hear me out: Snape and the Hogwarts professor/wife. Actually I don't even care *which* Alan character you do, but picture this:

Y/N has had a busy time lately and has been flustered. Their birthday is coming up and they'd love nothing more than to get away from the hullabaloo and relax.

*He* in all his glorious self decides to pitch a tent in the woods with fairy lights and a campfire and everything, at the edge of the woods, and surprises Y/N by taking them on long car ride into the middle of nowhere and they camp out under the stars and maybe get down and busy and dirty, IYKYK (and *I* know you know) in the field beneath the stars.

Please and thank you and have fun :)

Title: Gunslinger’s Love

Summary: On a secluded night in the Australian bush, Elliott Marston surprises his wife with a passionate anniversary celebration. Their love story unfolds amidst the wild beauty of the outback.

Pairing: Elliott Marston × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Author's Notes: Oh, I love this idea! Pitching a tent in the woods, fairy lights, campfires, long car rides, and getting down and busy under the stars—sounds like a dream! 😏 I can already picture it all!

And to keep things interesting, I’ve decided to write it with Elliott! There’s just so many Snape fanfics out there, I thought I'd give some love to a character who doesn’t get enough of the spotlight. Elliott deserves to get in on this magic too, don’t you think? 😉

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Elliott urged the horses to move faster, the creak of the wagon’s wheels adding to the quiet tension of the night. The stars glittered above like tiny diamonds scattered across a velvet sky, but all you could focus on was your growing curiosity—and mild annoyance. You clung to Elliott’s waist, your arms wrapped around him as the cool night air nipped at your skin.

“Elliott,” you called out over the sound of the horses’ hooves. “Where on earth are you taking me at such a late hour?”

Elliott adjusted the brim of his hat, his signature Zappa mustache twitching with amusement as he glanced over his shoulder at you. “I told you, darling,” he said in that deep, smooth baritone you loved so much, “it’s a surprise.”

You huffed, not entirely convinced. “A surprise in the middle of nowhere, in the dead of night? And we’re camping? What if there’s a wolf or—heaven forbid—a snake? I don’t fancy being turned into a midnight snack for some wild animal, Elliott.”

Elliott rolled his eyes with an exasperated smile, patting the rifle strapped to his side. “Woman, I’m the best gunslinger in all of Australia. Do you really think I’d let anything happen to you while I’m around?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, though there was a hint of a smile playing on your lips. “You might be the best gunslinger, but you’re not invincible. And this still doesn’t explain why we’re camping! There are perfectly good beds at home, you know.”

Elliott chuckled, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. “You’ll see soon enough, my love. Just sit back and trust me, hmm?”

You gave a playful pout, leaning closer to his ear. “I’m not convinced, but I’ll go along with your little adventure. If I hear so much as a howl, though, you’ll be the one getting a taste of this wagon’s hard bench all night.”

Elliott threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing across the empty plains. “That’s a fair threat,” he teased, “but I think you’ll change your tune once we get there.”

After what felt like an eternity of bumping along the uneven trail, the wagon finally slowed, and Elliott pulled the horses to a stop. You squinted into the darkness, trying to make out your surroundings, but all you saw were the tall, shadowy outlines of trees.

“Where are we?” you asked, your voice softer now, tinged with curiosity.

Elliott jumped down from the wagon and turned to offer you his hand. “Come on,” he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “You’ll love it, I promise.”

You hesitated for a moment, still not entirely sure about this whole camping idea, but you trusted Elliott. Taking his hand, you let him help you down, and together, you walked into the trees.

As you stepped deeper into the forest, the darkness began to give way to a soft, warm glow. Your eyes widened in surprise as you spotted several oil lamps hung from tree branches, their flickering light casting a romantic golden hue over the clearing. A soft blanket had been spread out on the grass, surrounded by cushions, and there were wildflowers tucked into every available crevice.

“Elliott…” you breathed, utterly taken aback by the sight before you.

Elliott stood behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Happy anniversary, my darling,” he murmured, his voice full of warmth. “I thought we’d celebrate under the stars this year.”

You turned in his arms, gazing up at him with a mixture of awe and affection. “You did all this for me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Elliott’s hazel eyes sparkled in the soft light. “Of course,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “I know it’s not the most conventional way to celebrate, but I wanted something special. Something that reminds us of how simple and beautiful things can be when it’s just the two of us.”

Your heart swelled with emotion, and you couldn’t help but smile up at him. “You hopeless romantic,” you teased, though your voice was full of affection. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Elliott raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Just because I’m a ruthless gunslinger doesn’t mean I can’t be romantic,” he said, his voice dripping with charm.

You laughed softly, leaning into him. “I suppose I shouldn’t complain, then. It’s…perfect, Elliott. Really.”

He kissed the top of your head before stepping back, guiding you toward the blanket. “I knew you’d come around,” he said, his voice teasing but filled with tenderness.

You then released Elliott from your embrace and approached the romantic scene he had so thoughtfully set up for you. As your eyes scanned the soft blanket, the cushions, and the wildflowers tucked into the crevices of the trees, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of affection for your husband. He wasn’t one for grand displays of emotion, but this…this was different. It felt like a piece of his heart laid bare just for you.

Turning your gaze to Elliott, you saw him pulling the tent out of the wagon, along with the basket of food you had prepared earlier. He made quite the picture—his baritone voice humming quietly as he worked, his Zappa mustache twitching with concentration, his hooked nose casting a shadow over his handsome face in the flickering lamplight. You smiled to yourself as you moved to help him set up the tent.

As soon as Elliott saw you approaching, he shook his head in mock protest. “Now hold on there, darlin’,” he drawled, his Australian accent thicker than usual. “I told you to relax. This is meant to be your night. No need for you to lift a finger.”

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow as you stood your ground. “Elliott Marston, I’ve been running this household like a well-oiled machine for years. Don’t think for a second I’m gonna sit back while you do all the work. We’re in this together, aren’t we?”

Elliott chuckled softly, his hazel eyes twinkling with amusement. “Stubborn as a mule, you are,” he said with a smirk, but his voice carried a deep warmth. “Fine, if it makes you happy, we’ll set this bloody tent up together.”

As the two of you worked side by side, you couldn’t help but feel a little mischievous. The close proximity, the quiet rustle of the forest, and the romantic glow of the lamps brought a playful energy to the air. You caught Elliott sneaking glances at you more than once, and each time he did, your heart fluttered a little faster.

After a few minutes of quiet teamwork, you broke the silence with a teasing tone. “You didn’t have to do all this, you know. Our wedding anniversary’s still a good two weeks away.”

Elliott paused, his hands gripping the edge of the tent as he turned to look at you, his expression softening. “I know,” he said quietly, his baritone voice losing some of its gruffness. “But I’ve seen how stressed you’ve been, with all the chores and runnin’ the house. You’re always on your feet, always lookin’ after everyone but yourself. I figured, why wait two weeks to celebrate? I thought it’d do us both good to have a bit of time away from all the chaos.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn’t help the affectionate smile that spread across your face. “You big softie,” you teased gently, moving closer to him. “I didn’t know you were paying such close attention.”

Elliott smirked, reaching out to pull you into his arms. “I always pay attention, darlin’. I may not be the most romantic bloke, but I notice things. Like how your shoulders tense up when you’ve been workin’ too hard, or how you bite your lip when you’re thinkin’ about a million things at once.”

You leaned into his chest, resting your head against his broad shoulder as his arms tightened around you. “I appreciate it,” you whispered, your voice soft with emotion. “More than you know.”

Elliott’s fingers trailed down your back, his touch firm but gentle. “I reckon I’ve got a good way to help you relax, love,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “Why don’t you lie down on that blanket, and let me show you how much I appreciate everything you do for me?”

You felt a shiver of anticipation run through you at the way his voice dropped, that familiar commanding tone slipping into his words. “Elliott,” you breathed, your cheeks flushing as you looked up at him. “You always know how to push my buttons, don’t you?”

He chuckled darkly, his mustache twitching as a wicked smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “That’s ‘cause I know exactly what you need,” he replied, his eyes darkening with lust. “And I’m more than happy to give it to you.”

You moved toward the blanket, feeling the warm glow of the lamps flicker around you as you settled onto the soft fabric. The air was cool but not uncomfortably so, the distant sounds of the wilderness adding to the intimate atmosphere that Elliott had so carefully prepared. With a contented sigh, you reached for the basket of food you had prepared earlier in the day, the smell of roasted meats and fresh bread mixing with the earthy scent of the forest. But before you began arranging the meal, you set the basket aside, knowing Elliott would want to be part of this shared moment.

You glanced over your shoulder to see him finishing with the tent, his strong hands moving deftly as he secured the last of the pegs in place. Once done, he wiped his hands on his trousers, straightened up, and walked toward you with that signature swagger of his, his Zappa mustache twitching with satisfaction. The sight of him, illuminated by the soft light of the oil lamps, made your heart race. He looked rugged, powerful, and undeniably handsome, the kind of man who could command a room—or a wilderness—with nothing more than a glance.

Elliott knelt beside you, taking off his wide-brimmed hat and placing it carefully to the side. His eyes met yours, filled with warmth and something more primal that made your breath catch. Without a word, he helped you arrange the food on the blanket, his movements slow and deliberate, as though savoring the simple act of being close to you. His fingers brushed yours now and then, sending little sparks of electricity through your skin.

As the food was spread out, Elliott unbuckled the holster strapped across his chest and carefully laid his pistols and rifle to the side, close enough to reach in case of trouble but far enough to let him relax. The soft clinking of metal was the only sound breaking the silence between you, but the tension was palpable, the air thick with anticipation.

Elliott stretched out beside you, his hazel eyes glimmering in the lamplight as he looked up at the stars scattered across the inky sky. “Look at that,” he murmured, his deep, baritone voice vibrating through the quiet. “Not a damn cloud in sight. Couldn’t have asked for a better night, eh?”

You smiled, leaning back on your hands as you gazed up at the stars too. “No,” you agreed softly, “it’s perfect.”

But your attention wasn’t on the stars for long. You turned your gaze back to Elliott, watching the way the firelight danced across his rugged features, making him look even more handsome. The roughness of his face, the hooked nose, the strong jawline, and that damn mustache—everything about him exuded strength, but tonight, there was a tenderness in the way he looked at you that made your heart flutter.

“You’re starin’, darlin’,” Elliott drawled with a smirk, his voice laced with amusement. “What’s on your mind?”

You shifted, moving closer to him until you were almost touching. “Just thinking about how lucky I am,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath. “You went to all this trouble just for me.”

Elliott chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made your body tingle. “Ain’t no trouble,” he murmured, reaching out to trail a finger down your arm. “Nothin’s too much for my girl.”

The way he said it—possessive, protective—sent a shiver of excitement through you. His touch, though light, felt like a promise of something more.

As the night deepened and the stars above burned with a cold, distant light, Elliott rose to gather some nearby branches. His movements were purposeful, each step deliberate as he searched for the driest wood to build a fire. You watched him from your place on the blanket, admiring the way his broad shoulders moved under the fabric of his shirt, the light from the oil lamps casting his features in sharp relief. There was a primal satisfaction in seeing him work, in knowing that this strong, capable man was yours.

With the firewood gathered, Elliott crouched near one of the lamps, carefully lighting a small bundle of kindling before transferring the flame to the pile of branches. Within moments, the fire crackled to life, its warm glow chasing away the night’s chill. Elliott sat back on his heels for a moment, watching the flames dance, before returning to your side.

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence, the crackling of the fire and the distant sounds of the Australian bush your only companions. Elliott stretched out beside you on the blanket, his body close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him. His eyes, now softened by the firelight, met yours, and he gave you that familiar, crooked smile that always made your heart skip a beat.

As the fire crackled warmly in front of you, Elliott reached over and plucked a piece of roasted meat from the basket, holding it up to your lips with a smirk. “Open up, love,” he said in that deep, commanding baritone, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You playfully rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips as you obliged, taking the tender morsel from his fingers. The taste was rich, smoky, and perfectly seasoned—the result of hours spent preparing the meal earlier in the day. Elliott’s gaze lingered on you as you chewed, the firelight casting a golden glow on his rugged features.

“Mmm, you sure know how to spoil a girl,” you teased after swallowing, your voice light but full of affection.

“Only the best for you,” he replied, his tone warm but with that familiar edge of possessiveness that always sent a shiver down your spine. He reached for another piece of meat, and this time, you leaned forward and took it directly from his fingers with a slow, deliberate motion, your eyes never leaving his.

Elliott’s smirk deepened, his mustache twitching with amusement. “Cheeky little thing,” he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. The kiss was soft at first, just a gentle brush of his lips against yours, but it quickly deepened as you responded, your hand coming up to cup the back of his neck.

The taste of the roasted meat still lingered on your tongue, mingling with the warmth of his mouth as the kiss grew more urgent. Elliott’s hand slid up your back, pulling you closer, and you could feel the heat of his body seeping through your clothes. The blanket beneath you was soft, the fire warm, but all you could focus on was the man in front of you—the way his fingers tangled in your hair, the way his lips moved against yours with a hunger that sent your heart racing.

When you finally broke the kiss, you were both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath. “You’re playing with fire, Mr. Marston,” you whispered, your voice shaky with desire.

“Darlin’,” he replied, his voice low and rough, “I’m more than happy to get burned if it means I get to taste you again.” His words sent a wave of heat coursing through you, and you couldn’t help but shiver in response.

Elliott’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched your reaction, and he didn’t waste any time closing the distance between you once more. This time, when he kissed you, it wasn’t soft or gentle—it was fierce, hungry, as if he was trying to devour you whole. His hands roamed your body with a roughness that left you gasping, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you onto his lap.

You straddled him, your skirts bunching up around your thighs as you ground against him, desperate for more of that delicious friction. Elliott groaned into your mouth, his grip on you tightening as he pressed you even closer, his arousal hard and insistent beneath you.

“Christ, you feel so good,” he muttered against your lips, his accent thick and dripping with desire. “Been thinkin’ about this all bloody day.”

You moaned softly in response, your hands fisting in his shirt as you rocked against him, seeking relief from the growing ache between your legs. “Elliott,” you whimpered, your voice barely more than a breath. “Please…”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hazel eyes burning with intensity. “Please what, love?” he asked, his tone teasing but laced with an unmistakable edge of command. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

You bit your lip, your cheeks flushing with both desire and embarrassment. Elliott always knew how to push your buttons, how to make you beg for what you wanted. It was maddening, but it also made the eventual release that much sweeter.

“Please… touch me,” you finally managed, your voice trembling with need.

Elliott’s eyes darkened further, and he let out a low growl of approval. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. He leaned in to kiss you again, his lips bruising against yours as his hands moved to the laces of your bodice. With practiced ease, he began to undo them, his fingers working quickly as he stripped you of your clothes.

The cool night air kissed your skin as your bodice fell open, and Elliott wasted no time in slipping his hands beneath the fabric to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. You gasped at the sensation, your back arching as he teased you, his touch both rough and gentle at the same time.

“Look at you,” he murmured against your neck, his voice a low rumble that sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. “So bloody beautiful.”

His words, coupled with the feel of his hands on your skin, sent you spiraling further into desire. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you ground against him, desperate for more. “Elliott… please,” you begged, your voice shaky and full of need.

He let out a dark chuckle, clearly enjoying your desperation. “Patience, love,” he said, his voice rough with lust. “I want to take my time with you.”

But you were beyond patience, your body aching for his touch, for the release that only he could give you. “Elliott,” you whimpered, your voice breaking. “I need you.”

The raw need in your voice seemed to break through his restraint, and with a low growl, he flipped you onto your back, his body covering yours as he kissed you fiercely. His hands were everywhere—on your breasts, your hips, between your legs—stoking the fire that burned inside you until you were trembling with need.

Your body trembled beneath Elliott’s touch, every nerve ending ignited by the rough, deliberate way his hands roamed over your skin. He was taking his time, savoring every reaction, every shiver, and moan that escaped your lips. You knew this game well—he loved to tease, to draw out your pleasure until you were begging him for release. And as much as you loved his slow, torturous build-up, tonight you wanted something different. Tonight, you craved something raw, something that would satisfy the urgent need burning within you.

As Elliott’s lips moved to the sensitive spot on your neck, his hands teasingly tracing the curves of your body, you made a decision. You weren’t going to let him take things at his own pace—not this time. You wanted him, and you wanted him now.

Before Elliott could continue his slow, deliberate exploration of your body, you reached up, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him up to meet your gaze. His hazel eyes, darkened with lust, flickered with surprise at your sudden assertiveness, but you didn’t give him a chance to question it.

“Elliott,” you murmured, your voice low and husky with desire, “I need you to fuck me… but before that, I want to taste you.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with intent. Elliott’s eyes widened slightly, his nostrils flaring as he took in your request. His Zappa mustache twitched with a smirk, his baritone voice rough as he replied, “You cheeky little minx. You know how to push my buttons, don’t ya?”

You smirked up at him, your fingers still tangled in his hair as you leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a teasing kiss. “I know what I want,” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. “And right now, I want your cock in my mouth.”

Elliott groaned, the sound low and guttural as he pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes blazing with a mix of surprise and desire. “You’re a bloody temptress,” he growled, his Australian accent thickening with the intensity of the moment. “But who am I to deny my girl what she wants?”

With that, he shifted, moving to sit back on his heels as he undid the buttons of his trousers with a deliberate slowness that made your heart race. You watched, your breath coming in short, eager bursts as he freed himself from the confines of his clothes, his hard cock standing proudly before you, the sight of it making your mouth water with anticipation.

Elliott’s eyes never left yours as he leaned back, bracing himself on one arm while the other hand guided his cock towards your lips. “Go on, love,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “Show me what that pretty mouth can do.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Leaning forward, you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, feeling the heat and the weight of him in your grasp. You licked your lips, your eyes locked on his as you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head as you sucked gently, savoring the taste of him.

Elliott let out a low, satisfied groan, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head as he guided you, his grip firm but not forceful. “That’s it, love,” he muttered, his voice thick with pleasure. “Just like that… bloody perfect.”

You moaned softly around his cock, the vibrations sending a shiver of pleasure through both of you as you took him deeper, your lips stretching around his thick length. You could feel the muscles in his thighs tensing beneath your hands, the way his breath hitched every time your tongue flicked over a particularly sensitive spot.

“Fuck, darlin’,” Elliott growled, his accent rough and raw as he watched you, his hazel eyes dark with lust. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.”

But that was exactly what you wanted. You hollowed your cheeks, increasing the suction as you took him deeper, your hand stroking the base of his cock in time with the movements of your mouth. The taste of him, the feel of him filling your mouth, sent a wave of arousal straight to your core, and you moaned again, the sound vibrating through him and driving him wild.

Elliott’s grip on your hair tightened, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he fought to maintain control. “Christ, you’re good at this,” he muttered, his voice a low growl. “But I’m not done with you yet, love. I wanna see you take every inch of me, feel you clench around my cock while I fuck you senseless.”

His words sent a jolt of arousal through you, and you knew that as much as you wanted to bring him to the edge with your mouth, you wanted even more to feel him inside you, to have him bury himself deep within you as he lost control. With one final, deliberate swirl of your tongue around the head of his cock, you pulled back, releasing him with a wet, needy gasp.

Elliott’s eyes blazed with a mix of frustration and lust as he watched you, his chest heaving with the effort to control himself. “You’re playin’ a dangerous game, darlin’,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “But you’re gonna get exactly what you’re askin’ for.”

Before you could respond, Elliott was on you, his hands rough and demanding as he pushed you back onto the blanket, his body covering yours with a fierce intensity that took your breath away. He didn’t waste any time, his hands pushing up your skirts as he settled between your thighs, his hard cock pressing against your entrance with a delicious, teasing pressure.

You gasped, your back arching as you felt the heat of him against you, your body trembling with anticipation. “Elliott,” you whimpered, your voice shaky with need. “Please… don’t tease me… I need you inside me.”

Elliott’s eyes darkened further, his jaw clenched as he fought to maintain control. “You want it, love?” he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “You’re gonna take every inch of me, and you’re gonna love it.”

With that, he thrust into you, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful, unrelenting motion that left you gasping for breath. The sensation of him filling you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way, sent a wave of pleasure crashing through you, your body trembling with the intensity of it.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Elliott groaned, his voice rough and raw as he began to move, his hips driving into you with a fierce, demanding rhythm. “So tight… so bloody perfect.”

You moaned, your hands clawing at his back as you clung to him, your body arching up to meet his every thrust. The intensity of his movements, the way he filled you so completely, drove you wild with desire, your mind consumed by the sheer pleasure of it all.

“Elliott,” you gasped, your voice trembling with need. “Don’t stop… please… don’t stop…”

But Elliott had no intention of stopping. His thrusts only grew harder, deeper, each one driving you closer to the edge as he took you with a rough, primal intensity that left you breathless. The sound of your bodies coming together, the heat of the fire, the feel of his cock stretching you with every thrust—it was all too much, too perfect, and you could feel yourself spiraling towards release.

“You’re mine, love,” Elliott growled, his voice thick with command as he drove into you, his hips slamming against yours with bruising force. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, your voice breaking with pleasure as your body trembled beneath him. “I’m yours, Elliott… only yours…”

Elliott’s growl of satisfaction sent a shiver down your spine as he pounded into you with renewed vigor, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Your nails dug into his back, your breath coming in short, desperate bursts as you clung to him, your body begging for release.

But Elliott’s movements became more deliberate, his rough urgency giving way to a slower, more sensual rhythm. He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against your skin as he took one of your nipples into his mouth. The sensation of his hot, wet tongue circling the sensitive bud made you gasp, your back arching as a wave of pleasure washed over you.

His teeth grazed your nipple lightly before sucking it deeper into his mouth, sending a shiver of arousal straight to your core. His hazel eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark with desire, and the intensity of his gaze made your heart race. You felt every inch of him inside you, each slow, deliberate thrust sending sparks of pleasure through your body. His balls gently slapped against you with each movement, a rhythmic reminder of the intimate connection you shared in this secluded, star-lit forest.

The world around you faded into the background—the soft rustle of leaves, the distant call of a night bird, the crackle of the fire. None of it mattered. The only thing that existed was Elliott—his body pressed against yours, his cock filling you so completely, his mouth worshiping your breasts with a reverence that made your breath hitch.

Elliott’s lips moved from one breast to the other, his tongue teasing and flicking against your other nipple before he took it into his mouth, sucking gently. His mustache tickled your skin, adding to the overwhelming sensations that had you trembling beneath him. The pace of his thrusts slowed even further, each one deep and unhurried, as if he was savoring the feeling of being inside you, of making love to you under the stars.

You slipped your hands under his shirt, your fingers grazing the warm, taut skin of his back as you traced the muscles there. The contrast between the rough fabric of his shirt and the smoothness of his skin was intoxicating, and you couldn’t get enough of the feel of him, the way his body responded to your touch.

“Bloody hell, love,” Elliott murmured against your skin, his baritone voice thick with emotion as he pressed a kiss to the valley between your breasts. “You feel so damn good… so warm and soft."

You moaned softly in response, your hands roaming over his back, his shoulders, the curve of his spine as you pulled him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. “Elliott,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need. “Don’t stop… please…”

He lifted his head, his hazel eyes locking onto yours as he slowed his thrusts even more, each movement measured, deliberate. “I’m not going anywhere, love,” he growled softly, his voice full of promise. “I’m right here… and I’m gonna make sure you feel every bit of me.”

The way he spoke, the raw desire in his voice, made your heart flutter. You could feel the depth of his love, his need to connect with you on the most intimate level. And as he continued to move inside you, his thrusts slow and deep, the sensation of his cock filling you, stretching you, made your body tremble with pleasure.

Elliott’s lips returned to your breasts, trailing kisses along your skin, his mustache brushing against your sensitive flesh. Each touch, each kiss, was like a spark, igniting the fire that burned between you. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he moved, his cock sliding in and out of you with a languid, sensual rhythm that left you gasping for breath.

“Feel that, love?” Elliott whispered, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “Feel how deep I am inside you? How perfectly we fit together?”

You could only moan in response, your fingers digging into his back as you arched up to meet his thrusts, your body aching for more. The slow, deliberate pace was driving you wild, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through you that built and built until you thought you might explode from the intensity of it.

Elliott’s mouth found your neck, his teeth grazing your skin before he pressed a kiss to the spot just below your ear. “You’re mine,” he growled softly, his voice filled with possessiveness and love. “Always mine."

“Yes,” you gasped, your voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours, Elliott… always.”

His growl of satisfaction vibrated against your skin, and he shifted his weight slightly, driving into you at a slightly different angle that made you cry out in pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, the way he filled you so completely, the way his body moved against yours, the heat of the fire warming your skin as the cool night air brushed over you.

Elliott’s hands slid down to your thighs, lifting them slightly so he could thrust even deeper, his movements still slow and deliberate, but with a renewed intensity that made your toes curl. His cock filled you, stretched you, each thrust sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body.

“Christ, love,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. “You feel so bloody perfect… so tight around me.”

You whimpered in response, your hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as you clung to him, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations he was wringing from you. Every nerve ending was alive with pleasure, every touch, every thrust driving you closer to the edge.

“Elliott,” you gasped, your voice barely more than a breath. “I’m so close… please…”

He lifted his head, his hazel eyes blazing with intensity as he looked down at you, his thrusts slowing even more, each movement deep and deliberate. “I’ve got you, love,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of command and affection. “Come for me… let go.”

His words were your undoing. With a final, deep thrust, he pushed you over the edge, your body convulsing with pleasure as your orgasm crashed over you, your inner walls clenching around his cock like a vise. You cried out his name, your voice echoing through the forest as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you, your body trembling with the force of it.

Elliott groaned, his own release following moments later as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his hot seed. He kept moving, riding out both of your orgasms, his thrusts slow and deliberate, prolonging the pleasure until you were both spent, your bodies trembling with the intensity of the experience.

When it was over, Elliott collapsed against you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. His hands slid up to cup your face, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender kiss that made your heart swell with love.

“Happy anniversary, my darling,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of affection and exhaustion. “I love you… now and always.”

You smiled weakly, your body still trembling from the force of your orgasm as you looked up at him. “I love you too, Elliott,” you whispered, your voice full of emotion. “Now and always.”

As you lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms under the starry sky, the fire crackling softly beside you, you knew that this moment—this connection—was something special, something that would only grow stronger with time. The love you shared, the way you fit together so perfectly, was something to be cherished, something that would last a lifetime.

[notanichan]

otome masterlist

Warning: May have spoilers.

🌕 - Routes I have finished. 🌑 - Routes I need to finish. 🌗 - Routes I have started but not finished. 🌟 - Games I have finished. 🕒 - Games' Developers/Publishers

-> Mystic Destinies : Serendipity Of Aeons 🌟

🌕 Shou Hatori 🌕 Shinji Hirayama 🌕 Takumi Arai 🌕 Tatsuya Yukimura 🌕 Hikaru Kazama

-> Amnesia : Memories 🌟

🌕 Toma 🌕 Ikki 🌕 Shin 🌕 Kent 🌕 Ukyo

-> Nightshade 🌟

🌕 Kuroyuki 🌕 Gekkamaru 🌕 Goemon 🌕 Chojiro 🌕 Hanzo

-> Seduce Me

🌕 Sam 🌕 Damien 🌕 Matthew 🌕 Erik 🌕 James 🌑 Suzu 🌑 Naomi 🌕 Andrew 🌕 Diana

-> Seduce Me 2 - The Demon War

🌕 Sam 🌕 Matthew 🌕 Erik 🌑 James 🌑 Damien 🌑 Diana

-> Demon Crashers

🌕 Kael 🌕 Orias 🌕 Akki 🌑 Mirari

-> The Men Of Yoshiwara: Kikuya

🌕 Hayabusa 🌕 Takao 🌑 Kagura 🌕 Kagerou 🌕 Iroha 🌗 Iroha 2nd Season 🌑 Tokiwa

-> The Men Of Yoshiwara: Ohgiya 🌟

🌕 Ageha 🌕 Utsusemi 🌕 Takigawa 🌕 Gakuto 🌕 Asagiri

-> Seven Boys 2 🌟

🌕 Vincent 🌕 Randle 🌕 Bevis 🌕 Kevin 🌕 Aaron 🌕 Clement 🌕 Rock 🌕 Julian

-> Soulset 🌟

🌕 Yvonne 🌕 Shira 🌕 Apris 🌕 Verin 🌕 Shirr 🌕 Marco 🌕 Feathor 🌕 'Secret'

-> Hustle Cat

🌕 Reese 🌑 Finley 🌑 Hayes 🌑 Landry 🌑 Mason 🌑 'Secret'

-> This World Unknown

🌕 Asa 🌗 Luca 🌑 Garett 🌑 Val

-> The Royal Trap: Confines Of The Crown

🌕 Callum 🌕 Oscar 🌗 Nazagi 🌑 Gaston

-> Let's Not Stay Friends

🌕 Frenz 🌕 Taf 🌑 Burain

-> Nameless: The One Thing You Must Recall

🌕 Red 🌕 Lance 🌕 Yuri 🌕 Tei 🌑 Yeonho 🌑 ???

-> Hakuoki: Kyoto Winds

🌕 Souji Okita 🌑 Toshizo Hijikata 🌕 Hajime Saito 🌕 Heisuke Toudou 🌕 Sanosuke Harada 🌑 Shinpachi Nagakura 🌕 Keisuke Sanan 🌑 Susumu Yamazaki 🌕 Hachiro Iba 🌑 Kazue Souma 🌑 Ryouma Sakamoto 🌕 Chikage Kazama 🌑 Independant

-> Hakuoki: Edo Blossoms

🌕 Souji Okita 🌑 Toshizo Hijikata 🌕 Hajime Saito 🌕 Heisuke Toudou 🌕 Sanosuke Harada 🌑 Shinpachi Nagakura 🌕 Keisuke Sanan 🌑 Susumu Yamazaki 🌗 Hachiro Iba 🌑 Kazue Souma 🌑 Ryouma Sakamoto 🌕 Chikage Kazama

-> Re Alistair 🌟

🌕 Derek 🌕 Travis 🌕 Shiro

-> Backstage Pass

🌕 John 🌕 Benito 🌕 Adam 🌕 Matthew 🌑 Lloyd 🌑 Independant 🌑 Nicole 🌑 Alvin

-> Dream Daddy

🌕 Joseph 🌕 Robert 🌕 Craig 🌑 Mat 🌑 Brian 🌑 Hugo 🌑 Damien 🌑 Joseph Secret Ending

-> Fashioning Little Miss Lonesome

🌕 Saito Shinjou 🌑 Miki Hiraizumi

-> Monochrome Heaven 🌟

🌕 Kamishiro Akito 🌕 Kamishiro Asuka 🌕 Kamishiro Riku 🌕 Touma 🌕 Misaki Ryuuto

-> Dandelion: Wishes Brought To You 🌟

🌕 Jisoo 🌕 Jiwoo 🌕 Jihae 🌕 Jiyeon 🌕 Jieun 🌕 Wizard

-> Amplitude

Katy's Route 🌕 Jon 🌕 Ari 🌕 Simon and Bunny 🌕 ??? Jon's Route 🌑 Michelle 🌑 Katy 🌑 Liz 🌑 Luna 🌑 Grace 🌑 Eric

-> Cinderella Phenomenon

🌕 Rod 🌕 Karma 🌕 Fritz 🌕 Waltz 🌑 Rumpel

-> Home For The Heart

🌕 Joshua 🌑 Philippe

-> The Letter

🌕 Luke x Rebecca 🌕 Luke x Hannah 🌑 Luke x Marianne 🌕 Hannah x Zachary 🌑 Hannah x Marianne 🌕 Ashton x Rebecca 🌕 Ashton x Isabella

-> Crossroad

🌕 Wolf 🌕 Hunter 🌑 Fox 🌑 Wizard 🌑 Main Route

-> Night Class: A Vampire Story

🌕 Rowan 🌕 Aaron 🌑 Both? I think?

-> Miraclr

🌕 Lucifer 🌑 Michael 🌑 Gabriel 🌑 Uriel 🌑 Raphael

-> Heart No Kuni No Alice

🌗 Boris Airay 🌑 Peter White 🌑 Blood Dupre 🌑 Julius Monre 🌑 Twins 🌑 Ace 🌑 Elliot 🌑 Gowland 🌑 Vivaldi

-> 7'Scarlet 🌟

🌕 Isora Amari 🌕 Hino Kagatsuchi 🌕 Toa Kushinada 🌕 Sosuke Tatehira 🌕 Yuzuki Murakumo 🌕 True Route (Toa Kushinada) 🌕 Bonus Character Route (Hanate Yatsukami)

-> Steam Prison 🌟

🌕 Eltcreed 🌕 Ulrik 🌕 Adage 🌕 Ines 🌕 Yune 🌕 Grand Ending 🌕 Fin

-> Destiny's Princess

🌕 Sanada Yukimura - The Twin Brother 🌕 Takenada Hanbei - The Fiance 🌕 Fuma Kotaro - The Ninja Reinforcement 🌕 Oda Nobunaga - The Father 🌑 Date Masamune - The Commander

-> London Detective Mysteria

🌕 Holmes 🌗 Watson 🌑 Akechi 🌑 Jack 🌑 Lupin 🌑 Kobayashi 🌑 Baker Street Boys 🌑 Grand End

-> Psychedelica Of The Black Butterfly 🌟

🌕 Real World Ending 🌕 Bud Ending 🌕 Happy Ending 🌕 Bad Ending 🌕 Kagiha Ending 🌕 Hikage Ending 🌕 Yamato Ending 🌕 Monshiro Ending 🌕 Karasuba Ending 🌕 Karasuba Good Ending 🌕 Kazuya Ending 🌕 Yamato Good Ending

-> Red Embrace: Hollywood

🌕 Common 1 🌕 Common 2 🌕 Randal 1 🌑 Randal 2 🌑 Randal 3 🌕 Randal 4 🌑 Randal 4 (Leader) 🌕 Randal 5 (S.E.) 🌑 Heath 1 🌑 Heath 1 (Leader) 🌕 Heath 2 🌕 Heath 3 🌕 Heath 4 (S.E.) 🌑 Markus 1 🌑 Markus 1 (Leader) 🌑 Markus 2 🌕 Markus 3 🌕 Markus 4 (S.E.)

-> Psychedelica of the Ashen Hawk 🌟

🌕 People 🌕 Heroes 🌕 Bad 🌕 Lord 🌕 Lavan 🌕 Heroine 🌕 Levi 🌕 Lugus 🌕 Hugh 🌕 Traveler 🌕 Links 🌕 Wolf

-> Dark Nights

🌗 Zeikun 🌑 Junoru 🌑 Sachiro 🌑 Kurato

-> Gods Of Love 🌟

🌕 Lysander 🌕 Helder 🌕 Exinious 🌕 Rhane

-> Re:Birthday Song 🌟

🌕 Yoru 🌕 Kairi 🌕 Syun 🌕 Ame 🌕 Nami

-> Ayakashi Gohan

🌕 Inushima Yomi 🌕 Serigano Manatsu 🌕 Hana Suou 🌕 Inushima Uta 🌗 Ibuki Haginosuke 🌑 Kimura Asagi

-> Bad Medicine ~Infectious Teachers~

🌗 Kuzuha Kakeru 🌑 Shido Kaname 🌑 Yanagi Ryota

-> Taisho x Alice I 🌟 🌕 Red Riding Hood 🌕 Cinderella

-> Taisho x Alice II 🌟 🌕 Gretel 🌕 Kaguya

-> Taisho x Alice III 🌟 🌕 Wizard 🌕 Snow White

-> Taisho x Alice Epilogue 🌟 🌕 Alice

-> Taisho x Alice Heads & Tails 🌑 Cinderella 🌑 Red Riding Hood 🌑 Kaguya 🌑 Gretel 🌑 Snow White 🌑 Wizard 🌑 Alice 🌕 Ryouishi

-> Ozmafia 🌕 Caramia 🌑 Kyrie 🌑 Axel 🌑 Scarlet 🌑 Caesar 🌑 Soh 🌑 Pashet 🌑 Robin Hood 🌑 Brothel 🌑 Hamelin

-> Fxxx Me Royally!! 🌑 Kaoru 🌑 Ryuusei

🕒 Cheritz

-> Mystic Messenger 🌟

🌕 Jumin [valentines confession|http://aminoapps.com/p/200ytad] 🌕 Yoosung 🌕 707 🌕 Zen 🌕 V 🌕 Ray 🌕 Jaehee

🕒 Voltage

-> Love 365

🌕 Yamato - My Forged Wedding 🌕 Yuma - Buter Until Midnight 🌕 Genji - In Your Arms Tonight 🌕 Sosuke - Finally In Love Again 🌕 Subaru - My Sweet Boyfriend 🌕 Eisuke - Kissed By The Baddest Bidder

🕒 Visual Wordplay

-> Locked Heart

🌗 Sol D'Lockes (Mama Bear) 🌑 Royal LeBlanc (Papa Bear) 🌑 Deon D'Lockes (Baby Bear)

🕒 Hunex Co. Ltd.

-> Ephemeral

🌕 Shiba The Werewolf (R) 🌗 Shiba The Werewolf (L) 🌑 Nagi The Invisible Man (R) 🌑 Nagi The Invisible Man (L) 🌕 Ray The Vampire (R) 🌗 Ray The Vampire (L) 🌕 Natsume The Mummy (R) 🌕 Natsume The Mummy (L)

-> On The QT 🌟

🌕 Hibiki 🌕 Keima 🌕 Akira

-> Ephemeral - Miniature Garden 🌟

🌕 Hisui 🌕 Rion 🌕 Yugu

-> My Lovey

(Secret Crush) 🌟 🌕 Soshi Kujo 🌕 Masaki Kirigaya 🌕 Kotaro Kurumi 🌕 Reo Takatsuki

(Fantasy Of The Mind) 🌟 🌕 Julius 🌕 Kay 🌕 Lucian 🌕 Diorca

(Shinobi Kakuran Musou) 🌗 Hayate 🌑 Mikage 🌑 Kugumo 🌑 Yukinojo

🕒 NTT Solmare Corp. Games

-> Story Jar

🌕 (Deluxe Ver. The Last Sacrifice | The Demon King's Desire) 🌕 (The Last Sacrifice | Forbidden Ties)

(The World Or You)

-> Ninja Love

🌕 Sasuke Sarutobi 🌑 Goemon Ishikawa 🌑 Saizo Kirigakure 🌑 Kotaro Fuma 🌑 Musashi Miyamoto 🌑 Munenori Yagyu 🌑 Rennoshin 🌑 Hanzo Hattori 🌑 Nobunaga Oda

-> Obey Me 🌟

🌕 Lucifer 🌕 Mammon 🌕 Leviathon 🌕 Satan 🌕 Asmodeus 🌕 Beelzebub 🌕 Belphegor

🕒 Hanabi Media Games

-> Love Magic 🌟

🌕 Minuet 🌕 Paris

-> Love Magic 2

🌕 Minuet 🌑 Paris

-> High School Love

🌕 Tetsuya 🌑 Naoki

-> Love Triangle 🌟

🌕 Tsukasa 🌕 Kazuya

-> Ghost Love Story

🌕 Kyle 🌑 Vincent

-> Vampire Love

🌑 Tom 🌕 Sam

🕒 Ciagram Co. ltd.

-> Princess Closet

🌕 Reo 🌑 Shuu 🌑 Kai 🌗 Akito

-> Nightmare Harem

🌕 Lucia 🌕 Kaim 🌕 Levy 🌕 Mikael 🌗 Noel 🌕 Ricardo 🌑 Mefy 🌑 Oswald 🌑 Lucas

-> Dateless Love 🌟

🌕 Soji Okita 🌕 Toshizo Hijikata 🌕 Shota Yuki 🌕 Yoshinobu Tokugawa 🌕 Akinara Aiya 🌕 Shinsaku Takasugi 🌕 Ryoma Sakamoto 🌕 Shuntaro Furutaka

🕒 Genius Inc.

-> My Twin Romance

🌗 Haru 🌑 Yuki 🌑 Both 🌑 Shizuki

🕒 Seec Inc.

-> Jimi-Kare My Quiet Boyfriend 🌟

🌕 Prince Ending 🌕 Arrogant Ending 🌕 Dark-Side Ending 🌕 Princess Ending

-> In Search Of Haru 🌟

🌕 Haruka 🌕 Takaharu 🌕 Bad Ending 🌕 Haruto

🕒 Day7

-> Miss Detective's Undercover

🌕 Sean 🌗 Jeremy 🌑 Walter 🌑 Mystic Thief

-> Love Signal: D-Mate

🌑 Simon Lane 🌑 Richard Upton 🌑 David Mason 🌗 P:Ure 🌕 Greg Odell 🌑 Tay Caden

-> Marked By King Bs 🌟

🌕 Ashton Griffin 🌕 Nicholas Rosada 🌕 William Kal 🌕 Zack Snyder 🌕 Joel Barret

-> Loved By King Bs

🌑 Ashton Griffin 🌑 Nicholas Rosada 🌗 William Kal 🌑 Zack Snyder 🌑 Joel Barret 🌑 Erick Blanche

-> Sleeping Delivery

🌗 Damian Kraus 🌕 Luke Morris 🌕 Julian Parker 🌑 Leo Reinhardt 🌑 Sebastian Weiss

-> Beauty Rental Shop

🌑 Toby Lowell 🌑 Lucian Vasilis 🌗 Soren Rayne 🌑 Kylar Xander

-> SECRET Fan Crush

🌑 Leon 🌑 Woobin 🌑 Haejin 🌑 Dohwon 🌑 Taehee 🌕 Parang Ki

-> Proposed by A Demon Lord

🌑 Penn 🌑 Hael 🌗 Laika 🌑 Riley 🌑 Vernius 🌑 Ren 🌑 Cornell 🌑 Isaac

🕒 Avocado Entertainment

-> Vampire Idol

🌑 Edgar 🌑 Kang Tae Jun 🌑 Ian 🌑 Lee Sun Woo 🌑 Baek Do Ha

🕒 DeareaD Inc.

-> Monster's First Love

🌗 Achille 🌑 Ibuki 🌑 King

🕒 StoryTaco.inc

-> Dangerous Fellows - Romantic Thrillers

🌕 Zion 🌕 Eugene 🌑 Lawrence 🌕 Harry 🌕 Ethan

-> Queen's Number - Jackpot is not my concern 🌟

🌕 Aaron 🌕 Freyr 🌕 Gon 🌕 Mo-wan

🕒 Nix Hydra

-> The Arcana : A Mystic Romance

🌗 Julian 🌗 Asra 🌑 Nadia 🌑 Lucio 🌑 Muriel 🌑 Portia

-> Storm Lover Kai!!

🌕 Kyosuke Mikoshiba 🌕 Yuto Uzuki 🌑 Mio Ikari 🌑 Rikka Toratani 🌑 Soya Tatsuhara 🌕 Takumi Mishiro 🌑 Tsukasa Sugai 🌑 Chihiro

-> Collar x Malice 🌟

🌕 Kei Okazaki 🌕 Mineo Enomoto 🌕 Takeru Sasazuka 🌕 Kageyuki Shiraishi 🌕 Aiji Yanagi

-> Code Realize ~Guardian Of Rebirth~ 🌟

🌕 Arsène Lupin 🌕 Abraham Van Helsing 🌕 Victor Frankenstein 🌕 Impey Barbicane 🌕 Saint-Germain

-> Piofore: Fated Memories

🌗 Nicola Francesca 🌕 Dante Falzone 🌑 Gilbert Redford 🌕 Yang 🌑 Orlok 🌑 Finale Route

-> Birushana 🌕 Noritsune Taira 🌕 Shungen 🌑 Benkai Mukashibo 🌕 Yoritomo Minamoto 🌕 Tomomori Taira

-> Cupid Parasite 🌑 Allan Melville 🌑 Raul Aconite 🌑 Gill Lovecraft 🌑 Shelby Snail 🌑 Ryuki Keisaiin -> Virche Evermore 🌟 🌕 Lucas  🌕 Mathis  🌕 Scien  🌕 Yves  🌕 Le Salut (Adolphe/Ankou)

-> Hana Awase New Moon Here I am considering each game as a single route. 🌕 Iroha Volume 🌕 Mizuchi Volume 🌑 Karakurenai/Utsutsu Volume 🌑 Himeutsugi Volume

-> even if TEMPEST 🌟 🌕 Crius Castlerock 🌕 Tyril I Lister 🌕 Zenn Sorfield 🌕 Lucien Neuschburn 🌕 Ish

To Play 1. Olympic Soiree 2. Butterfly’s Poison; Blood Chains

[missbunnybunny]

~◇✴𝔖𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔅𝔦𝔯𝔡 ✴ ◇~

Don't you like your new home, my little songbird?

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this is my first Yandere story, I hope you like it. the reader is genderneutral. There is only one use of y/n, and for the rest of the story, you're referred to by you or Songbird.

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Everything was just so dull. no matter the work he took, be it singing, acting, or other gigs, it was so bland. so when his assistant told him of his next photo shoot, he smiled and said, “Sure, I’ll be right there.” But it was just another fake smile, forced, fake, emotionless, empty.  

When he first became a model, it was like a dream come true! he had the face of a natural-born star. ever since he was a little kid, people would compliment him. “ Oh, Elle! you're so cute.” one of his mother’s friends would say, or “I wish my kids looked like you.” another spoke. 

His job was great at first, then great turned into good, good turned into nice, until it finally became boring. his smile started to fade until it just became a mask he wore. entering the photo shoot site, he expected the usual. and by usual, he meant a bratty, entitled model, thinking they were so high and mighty because they had money and a shoot with him. 

But he could care less. One thing he never lost when he became famous was his kindness. Money never got to his head. He was just glad to have a roof and food. so when he finally got out of the car and set foot in his changing room, he wasn't expecting much. 

The stylist curled his wolf cut a little, making sure his red peekaboo hair dyed could be visible in the photos. after his hair was done, his face was next. he didn’t need any make-up, just some light bush, and he was set. His light skin having its natural glow along with the brush was enough.

He was honestly glad that he didn’t have to take off his piercings. It would have been a pain. but that didn’t mean that he was safe from that either. they gave him 5 earrings to change into. They didn’t look bad. he might ask to keep them after the shoot. 

His first ear piercings were a pair of silver 4-star earrings, the second was a star stud earring, and his last piercing, which was on his Hilix, was a heart hop earring he didn’t have to change his tongue piercing for today's shoot. his hazel eyes looked at his reflection in the mirror, and he looked empty. 

He was wearing a black button-up shirt, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. he could hear some of the staff members whispering that he looked like a prince. ‘ he looks so handsome’ or ‘he so my type.’ When he walked out of the fitting room to walk around a little, he had to wait for his partner to be done. 

He was standing next to the wall while looking at his phone, scrolling through insta. He snapped out of his daze when he heard soft humming. he hadn't realized he was next to the other fitting room’s door.  it sounded like soft rain on a rainy day. He loved it. It was so calming to his heart.

One of your assistants asked what song you were humming to, “Oh, it’s inhale exhale by AURORA.”  he was stunned. Your voice was like that of an angel. How could a person have such a lovely voice? It was music to his ears. 

It wasn't long before you stepped out of your fitting room and by the gods the way you looked at him. He thought you were the most ethereal being he had ever seen. You were like a work of art. His chest started to tighten, and his heart beat faster. ‘ What is this feeling?’ he thought while still looking at you. 

He extended his hand to you, “ Am Elliot Achillies, nice to meet you.” he had a small smile on his face. you looked up at the tall man. He was stunning, but that’s expected of a model. “ Hello, my name is y/n. it’s also nice to meet you, mister Elliot.” You spoke while shaking his hand. How nice and polite you are. his name has never sounded so beautiful until they left your lips, he wanted to heard you say it more.

You were so small, your hand compared to his was sending him over the edge. your touch was warm, it was like fire to his skin, “ just call me Elle, Songbird” his smile became bigger. He kissed the back of your hand, the way your eyes slowly widened at his action. oh, you're so cute!

Your outfit matched his perfectly. You could make a wonderful couple. he heard the director call him over to explain the photo shoot and the poses. He half listened while looking down at you. I wasn’t until he heard the director again “Alright, that’s all. I hope we can run this smoothly. Everyone into position!” He yelled, slightly making you jump. Every expression you made was making his heart beat even faster than the last. how could you be this adorable!

You and him got set to the first pose, your hand on his chest and his hand on your waist. he looked at the camera with a small smile while you looked at it with a more natural look. In every photo that was taken, he held your waist slightly tighter. Until you looked up at his mouth slightly open and wide eyes, a slight bush on your face. 

He was drinking up your expression so much that he didn’t realize he had a genuine smile on his face. he was in his own world looking at you. He pulled you closer until your faces were almost touching. you didn’t know what you were doing to him. “ If you look at me so cute, I might just eat you, my little Songbird.” He thought. he was a true wolf in sheep's clothing, but it couldn't hurt being a sheep a little longer.

Soon, the photo shoot was over. You were on the phone with your friend. talking about your upcoming Biology exam and English essay. This intrigues him. You were a college student? Oh, the more he learned about you, the more he wanted to know you. He was like a starving man. the more he got, he couldn’t fill his stomach because he was always hungry. He just couldn’t get enough.

He soon realized he was in love with you, all the magazine photos that you were both in together he had in his room. He would stalk you on social media, figuring out your college. after a month, he knew your schedule, your friends, your family, everything about you. 

He knew it was wrong, that he had an unhealthy obsession with you. he loves you, and you’ll never meet another like him. he has been to your room and even laid down in your bed while looking at pictures you had of your friends. he had some fantasies of having you pin under him, watching your face as his hands run up and down your body. it had him brushing like a schoolgirl with a crush. Can’t you see what you're doing to him? 

He stopped taking any modeling deals and said that he would only do it with you. he knew you were only a part-time model and that you used the job when you needed the money. why not kill two birds with one stone? You get some extra money, and he gets his songbird a win-win. 

Oh, how he wishes he could cut your wings and keep you in a cage. where only his eyes could see your angelic face, only his ears could hear the melody of your voice. But most of all, only his hands could touch your body. You belonged to him and only him. 

So little songbird, LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME MORE THAN YOU POSSIBLY CAN. He loves you to the point of going mad, so why are you throwing away his love letters? You're breaking his poor heart, won’t you kiss it better? better yet sing to him how much you love him, won’t you Songbird?

YOU DO LOVE HIM RIGHT, SONGBIRD? RIGHT.

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[noirapocalypto]

ᴏᴄ ᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ & ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

─── ᴀꜱ ᴅᴜꜱᴋ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ

Set in a re-imagined Night City in futuristic year of 2077--we follow the stories of various individuals from all backgrounds and origins, as they navigate living and surviving among gang wars, shady corporate dealings, and seedy, supernatural underground networks.

Genre: Urban Fantasy | Cyberpunk | Horror Sources: Cyberpunk 2077 | True Blood | Original Concepts

✧ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ: ✧

SVLEM | 29 ✦ Warlock ✦ Rapper, Music Producer & Label Owner ✦ Black Mage Records & The Hales

lore | vp | aesthetic

Judah DuBois | 30 ✦ Demon ✦ Chief Operating Officer of Argent Media Co

lore | vp | aesthetic

Embry Ellis Knight | 32 ✦ Lycan ✦ Smuggler, Mercenary ✦ The Knights

lore | vp | aesthetic

Paolo Velasquez | 28 ✦ Lycan ✦ Mercenary, Drug Dealer ✦ Independent

lore | vp | aesthetic

Paola Velasquez | 28 ✦ Lycan ✦ Mercenary ✦ Independent

lore | vp | aesthetic

Renato Ventura | 31 ✦ Werewolf ✦ Gang Leader ✦ [ gang name pending ]

lore | vp | aesthetic

✧ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ: ✧

Casey Hale ✦ Bastien 'Baz' Clermont ✦ Alec 'Tyrant' LeBlanc ✦ Darcy Hale ✦ Silas Hale ✦ Frida Montoya ✦ Amirah ✦ Beckett Hale ✦ Archer Crane ✦ Daryl Shaw ✦ Avis Hale-Crane ✦ Noah Hale ✦ Maeve Hale ✦ Shay Morrissey ✦ Elliot Crane

✧ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ & ʟᴏʀᴇ: ✧

Settings ≫ Night City ✦ Republic of Texas ✦ Houston ✦ North Cal ✦ New Orleans ✦ Louisiana

Locations ≫ The Woods ✦ Hale Estate ✦ Academy of Magics ✦ The Bayous

Beings ≫ Witches ✦ Lycans ✦ Werewolves ✦ Demons ✦ Fae ✦ Sirens

Bloodlines ≫ The DuBois ✦ The LeBlancs ✦ The Clermonts

Covens ≫ The Hales ✦ Wildhearts

Wolf Packs ≫ The Knights ✦ The Cranes

Labels & Collectives ≫ Black Mage Records

Street Gangs ≫ [ To Be Added ]

✧ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇꜱ & ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ: ✧

╰┈➤ ─── ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ᴡᴇᴇᴘ

The Realm of Four Seasons has been thrown into political turmoil as the crown has suddenly fallen and the throne remains empty. Several Houses of Nobility vie for the title of King or Queen of the Four Realms, while others scheme, plot and fight for the survival of their legacies. As the noble lords and ladies contend for power, the commonfolk struggle to live in a world where magic and supernatural forces thrive alongside senseless wars of greed and destruction.

Genre: High Fantasy | Dark Fantasy Sources: A Song of Ice and Fire | Original Ideas

── ʟᴏʀᴇ Lands ≫ Frostvale ✦ Springtide ✦ Suncrest ✦ Autumn Song

Nobility ≫ House Hale ✦ House DuBois

Holds ≫ Wintersun ✦

╰┈➤ ─── ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏɴ ꜰɪʀᴇ

[ Plot WIP ]

Genre: Post Apocalyptic | Cyberpunk Sources: The Walking Dead | Fallout | Original Ideas

[thekiltongrammarwriter]

Could you please write a Cara Ward x reader where reader comforts Cara after Elliot is found out and arrested?? :) -☀️

Shattered Reflections

Pairing: Cara Ward x fem reader

Summary: you knew Cara wanted to be alone, most likely needed to be alone. But she had been alone for nearly a week now, and you were starting to worry. You hadn’t seen her at school, hadn’t gotten any messages back on your mobile and when Pip had mentioned with shaky trembling hands that Cara had yet to answer her back you knew it was up to you to go after her. Cara needed time, but she also needed looking after and while you knew Naomi was the best elder sister a young girl could ask for, you also knew she was fighting her own battles. There was only so much she could do. And as much as you were thankful for Cara’s grandparents all they could do was hold her close and provided a safety net. What could you provide?

Authors note: Absolutely adore Cara and wanted to get this anon this fic as fast as possible! I hope you enjoy it! It’s not nearly as long as my other ficts but I promise I am working on some long ones. I didn’t quite get to write cara as her humorous self in this so I look forward to that.

Warnings: Mentions of Sal singh’s death, Eliot ward mentions, emotional trauma, angry Cara ward, lovesick cara ward, just cara ward 😭🫶

The rain came down in a relentless torrent, each drop a whispered accusation against the world. Cara Ward stood at the edge of Mill End Road her knuckles white as she clutched her fingers together. The wind howled, tugging at her coat, urging her to step back from the end of the drive. Her drive . Number 42, Mill End Road Wendover. But she couldn’t—not when her entire existence teetered on the edge of revelation.

The headlines had screamed it—the truth that had been hidden for years. Elliot Ward, loved by the town, the man who had cradled her in his arms after her mother’s death, was no hero. He was a villain, a puppet master pulling strings in the shadows. Andie Bell’s disappearance, Sal Singh’s death—it all led back to him.

Cara’s heart pounded, the rhythm of betrayal echoing through her veins. She had loved her father, trusted him implicitly. He had been her anchor, the one who wiped away her tears and whispered bedtime stories. But now, the same hands that had held her were stained with blood, and the lullabies he sang were a haunting melody.

The rain soaked through her clothes, chilling her to the bone. She closed her eyes, picturing her mother’s face—the woman who had died years ago , leaving behind a void that even time couldn’t fill. Her mother had believed in Elliot, had loved him fiercely. And now, Cara wondered if that love had been misplaced, if she had known what he had been capable of.

The rain began to stifle her, freeze her fingertips to bits. But she didn’t care, didn’t move an inch. “Does pip know your out here? She’s been calling, left a dozen messages. In all honesty I think she’s going mad not hearing from you”. Cara didn’t need to turn to know whose voice it was. The soft cadence that flew through the air was filled with childhood memories. Games of what’s the time Mr wolf. Of sleepovers that lasted far into the night and often consisted of pip telling some random facts as you giggled alongside Cara and her impressions of her year 4 teacher Mrs Linton.

She should have known you would be the first person to find her. She had snuck out late into the night, her grandparents too old and deaf to notice and Naomi dealing with her own grief locked away to bother checking wether Cara was asleep. It would only a matter of time now before Naomi would peek her head into the room and notice her gone. Cara wondered if you had texted Naomi, been sent as some sort of lookout. But Cara didn’t need a look out what she needed was her mum. And she was long gone now, departed from this earth, the only sign that she had ever lived being the bones that laid beneath the church cemetery. Cara almost chuckled sardonically, what a morbid thought, but she was use to them by now.

“I read her message and I’m not responding” Cara spoke, her voice frigid and lacking her usual gusto. You could feel your heart shatter as you eyed the girl. Her back to you, but you could still feel her. Could still feel the storm that raged in her chest like a hurricane. You had been left shocked after finding out about Mr Ward. He had always been kind to you. Ever since you had gone home with Cara one afternoon after primary school, and Mr Ward and greeted you with a small smile and a hoard of fatherly jokes that made Cara hide her face in the backseat and Naomi have a laugh.

“I didn’t expect you would” your voice was soft over the rain, you knew Cara wanted to be alone, most likely needed to be alone. But she had been alone for nearly a week now, and you were starting to worry. You hadn’t seen her at school, hadn’t gotten any messages back on your mobile and when Pip had mentioned with shaky trembling hands that Cara had yet to answer her back you knew it was up to you to go after her. Cara needed time, but she also needed looking after and while you knew Naomi was the best elder sister a young girl could ask for, you also knew she was fighting her own battles. There was only so much she could do. And as much as you were thankful for Cara’s grandparents all they could do was hold her close and provided a safety net.

What could you provide?

You sighed, your lips feeling chapped even though you had applied some clear cherry lip lacquer. A nervous habit you had contracted after years of being by Cara’s side. You can remember a young seven year old Cara who use to swear that lip lacquer was safe to eat and often would lick of the residue from her lips with a giggling smile.

“I’m not here to make you talk Car” you began, wringing your hands, “if I’m honest….I’m here because I couldn’t stand the thought of you being alone. Ever since I can remember we’ve been as thick as thief’s and-I care about you. A great deal. And I know I could never take away your pain or make it go away, but what I can do is be your side. Even if you howl at me and throw me away. I know your angry. I’m angry. Your father…” your voice trembled. You could see Cara’s shoulders shaking as you mentioned Elliot. Her shoulders moving in a rapid movement, her soft sobs leaving her.

“Your father deserves what he got. I know you feel that way too, but I also know you are his daughter. His flesh and blood and while you can’t look at him and call him that you can’t quite forget”.

“My father murdered a young boy y/n” cara spoke, her voice angry and brittle, “he murdered him and then made Sal take the blame. After he knew what he had done with Andie! He knew what he was doing was wrong but because of his stupid negligence and horny disgrace of a man he did it anyway!!” She barked out.

“Mum would have been-“ cara could feel her tongue halt, what would she have been? Appalled? Hurt? Betrayed?

Cara sucked in a breathe, the rain easing just enough that she could eye you as she finally turned. She hadn’t smiled for days, hadn’t felt the urge. Almost as if joy or happiness had been washed away from her. Like a toy being stripped of all of its parts until only the core remained. But here, watching you, with your sweet kind eyes and hair that flew down to your shoulders dripping with rain that puddles onto your cheeks and onto your lips. Cara could almost feel the way her eyes tilted to watch the raindrops fall down those lips, and she allowed herself too. As a distraction, as a treat, and perhaps some part of her had yearned to reach out and press those soft lips against hers, to feel the supple smile against her own, she reckoned they were smooth, flexible. Warm. Hot. Searing.

She was sure you could take it away. The pain. You took her quiet as a sign, moving closer until your watered down trainers were inches from her own and your eyes bore into her oak eyes. “Why’d you come here Car?”. To anybody else it would seem like a stupid question, a question that if anybody else asked would have made her livid. But you, you had phrased it like you were interested, like you wanted to be inside her head, to know why she had chose this house. Cara knew you knew, but she also knew you were always one for listening. The observant one since childhood.

Cara eyed her fingers which were frozen from the rain, “it was the first place I thought of, of where my family was happy. Yes mum was sick here, those memories hurt too, but it’s a bittersweet type of hurt” Cara spoke, “I came here because I wanted to see my home. The home my father hid that poor girl in. My mother would have knifed him most likely” Cara spoke, a laugh falling of her lips. “She was a Firey woman. Always making jests when the time didn’t permit it”.

Like someone you knew.

You listened, intently. Sitting beside Cara as she spoke. Her memories, her fears, her anger. You sat and listened. You knew it would take time, but you were more than happy to give her your time.

“Can I ask you something?” Cara had spoken. You nodded, a soft smirk taking over your lips. “You can always ask me something car”.

“Even if I ask you to help me murder my father and burry the evidence?”.

You blanched, and once you watched Cara’s face thick was amusement did you laugh, your cheeks red.

“Anything but that ward”.

A soft smile filled Cara’s features, a small one at most. But you were glad for it. Cara’s smile had inched down and you watched as her brows remained forward, her deep dark honey eyes now focused on your mouth.

“If I kiss you will you move away?”.

The words had made your heart beat. Made your stomach jolt and your head shake. Vigorously. You couldn’t lie and say that ever since Cara had told you and Pip you had been aware of your own sexuality. But you were far to shy to ask.

Cara was soft as her nose brushed yours, her hot breathe feeling warm from the way your cold limbs felt. Her lips were cold, freezing. But that didn’t matter because you could feel the way your chest ached. Your fingers wound in her hair, pulling her without meaning too. A soft gasp fell into your lips as Cara without thought backed you up against the wall, her eyes dark.

“I love you”.

The words were rushed, but you could have cried.

“I love you Cara Ward” you spoke, and Cara only brought you close, finally hugging you. “Please don’t leave. I don’t think I could get through this without you” she confessed. You held tight, “but you could. You could Cara.”

Cara pulled away, hands holding tightly onto yours.

“I wish I could” was her broken response. You only held her as she cried, cradling her head and kissing her skin. Cara clung tightly, like in an instant you would fade. Like all the people in her life. But as long as she had you, her tether she would be strong. She had too be. Even if it broke her.

You must have both stood out in the rain for hours, and once the rain grew too cold to Handel you pulled Cara to her feet, swiping the rain of her cheeks with a soft hand. Cara leaned in, breathing you in as she peered into your eyes.

You knew she was thankful. Could feel it in the eager way she kissed you, like you were oxygen and she hadn’t breathed in years. Cara’s kisses were soft as they plunged against yours. And you felt lightheaded as her fingers trailed down to your cheek, caressing like you were the most precious jewl.

“You’ve got me bloody falling for you y/n” she uttered, pulling away. But right when Cara was about to pull you into her to utterly ravish you a vibrating pocket halted you.

You could see the flash of annoyance on her features, but Cara relented when she eyed the screen. Pippa. You smiled, encouraged her. “She’s been waiting by the phone like mad Cara. She would have ringed more but she was at hospital”.

Cara’s eyebrows rose, “why was pip at the hospital?”.

You only pointed to the phone, “I’m sure pip will tell you all about it sweet girl”. The pet name made blush appear on the girls cheeks but you only bumped her waist, “go on”.

[gremlinbabe]

Things I would’ve liked seeing in the teen wolf movie:

-Laura being the birth mom of Eli & the story of how Derek ended up adopting his nephew

- Scott as a veterinarian following deatons steps but he decided to relinquish his true alpha powers to Derek when he realized he really isn’t cut out to be alpha because he never wanted to be a werewolf but with therapy realized he wouldn’t mind being a beta because it’s much calmer and if he stayed in the area wouldn’t become an omega. Making Scott happier maybe he finds himself a gf/bf

-Alpha Derek encouraging his pack by leading by example became a mechanic and a consultant (also show more mechanic Derek 😭😭)

-Grown fbi emissary stiles with little magics & werewolf strength. Happy & dating Derek with a newly fixed jeep

-Stiles and Lydia reestablishing a good friendship after the break up and the whole thing with the Jeep

- CEO & fashion icon Lydia using banshee powers to find out when corporate Headhonchos die to bet on stocks that will increase pack funds a little but not make it suspicious. still being on top of her game ceo wise excluding her powers

-Seeing more of Lydia’s powers.

-Jackson and Lydia sass offs (but with Margo/Elliot from the magicians dynamics and not whatever they did in the movie)

-Jackson and Ethan wedding👀 or at least cute domestic life

-Liam in meditation classes & a financial analyst, in charge of pack finances (+Liam and Hayden together and maybe have a kid)

-If Liam has a kid Mason to be the godfather

-Peter as a stockbroker so Lydia doesn’t have to dirty her name & maybe some art galleries around the world for when he needs to step away from stocks to not be suspicious.

-Issac happy with a French husband who treats him amazing back in beacon hills & neighbors with Derek & regularly does community bbqs. i’d like to think that Isaac would become an amazing social worker for how badly social workers handled his case.(Maybe a little bit of father figure Chris cuz he took care of him and grieved with him after Allison)

-Chris argent allowed at pack bbqs and functions because he’s proved himself over and over and the pack is the only ppl who can also understand the lost of his daughter

-Peter and Chris regularly attend therapy and grief counseling and sometimes together

-Peter and the sheriff do lunch sometimes and we get stories about all the on goings of become hills cuz they like to gossip like old ladies

-Malia back in beacon hills after traveling the world and has become a pilot and constantly brings gifts for the pack ( maybe she introduces 2 poly partners)

-Kira back from the dessert with a mastery of her powers and maybe a journalist now

-Jordan retires as a cop to get his powers under control & becomes a fitness instructor to keep active but have a more chill pace job. I’d like to think that he recommended meditation classes to Liam.

-Erica and Boyd alive well and happy with some kids(let me be delusional)

-The hale house remodeled to fit all the pack when they visit

- I liked John & Mason as sheriff & deputy. ITs Mason following stiles steps in his own way

-Mason get a cute bf

-Deaton left town to go work with his sister but stays as a hale pack ally /mentor of emissary! stiles

-Cora being a cool aunt, ufc fighter 👀

-Discount kira can stay but she’s just introduced as a part of Satomi‘s pack and not as discount Kira and maybe kira occasionally mentors her

-Eli is adorable as is, maybe give him some friends and show his interactions with his pack and how they spoil him to death 

-Some low-key Chris, Peter, and Melissa dates

-Give the sheriff a girlfriend

-Show the sheriff being a grandpa

-Derek regularly cooking and bringing lunch to the sheriff for stiles

-Kira and Scott getting back together would’ve been cute

-Would’ve rather Allison stay dead for storyline consistency and the emotional development and growth of all the characters. But if she’s sticking around then I would’ve liked for Scott to fill her in and they be friends. She gets to visit Isaac and we get to see that reunions reaction and they’re both happy for each other. we get to see her and her dad reuniting and him fumbling over explaining his current relationship with Peter & Melissa. And maybe she leaves Beacon Hills with Malia to learn more about herself & the world. And when she’s ready to come back she becomes a self-defense teacher. NO HER AND SCOTT DATING HATED THAT.

-For Malia and Parrish to have not been a thing because why🤢

[rednleafff]

So I’m working on my wolf drawing skills cause I have this side story about Raph that I NEEDDD TO TALK ABOUT !!

So I will (just a little bit)

Elliot (the kid in the middle) is Yummi’s best friend since age 8 - they met in summer camp ! (Can be found in the master post!)

She took him to the diner that Raph and Casey run together, and that when he met Raph.

It’s a lot to tell and talk about so if someone is interested to hear let me know 😌

The other two brothers are twins, Luke on the left is the oldest and Max on the right who’s the middle child -

And - unfortunately their parents are dead when we meet them- but they stay with other family members (one of them even appeared on the comic in one point!) who are - taking apart in the hidden city crime life and more :>

[luckyshotwrites]

OMG!!!!! Just finished the 3rd arc of WIDFALI and... just WOW!!! I can't even begin to express how epic it was. It was literally perfect and I wouldn't want a single thing changed. 😍😍😍😍😍

That being said..... SPOILERS!!!!!!......

I am left wondering what would've happened if Alexander hadn't gone to help Wicks, besides the obvious. (Sorry Wicks, I love ya man.) What would have been Andrea's next move?

Andras after being detained, wearing a "magic binder".

Spoilers for this Chapter of Widfali below!

After successfully devouring Wicks, he would be able to pose as him completely, without fail. Andras would then get himself to the basement, call Garter in, and head to the explosive he's planted down there. They didn't go off or anything in the story because they weren't messed with and were buried with the partial building collapse. Andras would change himself to be Wicks before Garter gets there, and then kill him.

Specifically because Garter is Wicks's close friend at the C.P.P.A., Wicks would never hurt him. AND two, Garter is an oni. Oni's third eyes, if trained well enough, are one of the only things that could see mimics, besides what Elliot is, a seer wolf. So he'd put an end to him, cloak up, and then blow up the basement.

Posing as Wicks, he'd go under the guise of saving a few of the "collection" pieces down there, so that's the other "reason" Wicks couldn't go after Andras when he "teleported away" as well as what happened to Garter.

Giant explosions, erosion over time, and etc, can dispel a magic signature. A magic signature is what lingers in areas after magic is used, it can be used to find the user. That's why Andras loaded the cars to explode once it was unlocked to see the scene at the mall. Alexander luckily realized it would make the cars explode after, so he had to decode the magic signature to find who made it. In this case Andras. (IF Alexander wasn't keen enough to catch it, they would not have been able to find Andras). Because the only other place he used magic was in the limo he had Osiris drive into the water. (So even if it's brought up by humans, no one is going to suspect magic was used in it if it's registered to a normal human).

Anyway, then as Wicks he'd claim Andras escaped and in front of everyone, not only make himself cry drowning in emotions while hugging into Lynette about Garter, but also shouting that he WILL be the one to end Andras.

His boss, Olivia, would put Wicks on a cool down as he would want to 'fight with her to find him'. A mourning period and vacation. They won't thoroughly investigate him because they'd feel and see his distress. And he'd play perfectly as Wicks, all his memories and such. The biggest win Andras has is that his secret stays safe. Even with their explanations of the events, odds are, the C.P.P.A. wouldn't consider a mimic as they are usually discovered quickly and after all these years, there has never been a report of such from Andras.

He wouldn't allow anyone to know his true identity, as not even his closest subordinates, Victoria and Terrance knew.

At some points he'd leave by himself, giving whatever excuses needed to Lynette and rebuild what he can. Though, Andras is fairly heartless. A literal psychopath. I'd imagine he'd have some kind of respect for losing two of his best, Terrance and Victoria.

His main goal from here, as he can only be Wicks for a month or so, would be to get Padre. Fun fact, Padre is easily the strongest in Widfali for one, and two it gives Andras plenty of possibilities with magic.

He'd use Wicks to get Padre when his guard is down or if he didn't feel confident doing so as Wicks. He'd end up consuming a terrified, unassuming Lynette and pretending like Wicks "didn't come home" one day after a mission. The C.P.P.A. would be looking for him not knowing he's been gone for a while.

He'd then use Lynette to get to Padre if he can. It'd be easier as Padre and Madre would be worried about their family. Especially Lynette being alone. They'd bring her in with them as she'd be upset about Wicks's loss.

He'd get Padre because of that, or get people to help him weaken Padre enough. those he'd hire would probably die in the process, and then Andras could take him down.

His hardest part of the whole plan would be, being Wicks. Involvement in a place where if they look hard enough they might find you is risky. Which is why he'd take as much leave as possible.

Overall, Andras probably won't stop what he did before. He'd keep going until the day he dies.

He'd find it annoying to start again from the bottom, and yet he'd hold no ill will toward Lynette, Drake, or Alexander.

I want to write a small thing about this as some point, after he gets detained and his answers to some questions.

Andras would still want Drake and to get him for his disobedience, but in Andras's head they just played the "game" better.

He always does things by a risk and reward basis. IF he has a high reward and low to medium risk, he'd take it. Occasionally he'd do things with high reward and high risks. For example, eating Wicks out in the "open" like that is a higher risk. Not too high as he would have won in the end getting Wicks with Osiris's mind manipulation, a tough one regardless.

So, if Alexander didn't go back: Wicks would have been devoured, Zetsu would have for sure died as he was still partially impaled, Lynette would probably have die too knowing at that point the brother she had been with for the past month wasn't even him, and then Padre.

Eventually he'd hunt Drake like before, continuing a never ending cycle.

...

I HOPE THIS ANSWERED YOUR QUESTION WELL ENOUGH! Thank you for it! I AM GLAD YOU ARE LIKING THE STORY SO FAR AND THAT YOU LIKED ONE OF MY FAVORITE ARCS TO WRITE UP TO DATE. One of my all time favorites though is going to be Arc 5, after this current one.

YOU BETTER HAVE A SWEETIE BOBEAN REST OF YOUR DAY!! (Nonnegotiable)

[rahleeyah]

Hey Leah,

Have you watched M’s interview/panel for SAG-AFTRA? It’s so good and gives insight to her career. She continues to kinda call out Dick Wolf about what he says Olivia can and can’t do. It’s so maddening how she has to fight for her character to be more human and multifaceted.

I haven't seen it bc I have a disease that makes me allergic to watching videos however I have seen people talking about what was said 🤣 the thing I've been thinking about is like yes, obviously, to portray a woman realistically, humanely, she has to be multi faceted. But. Olivia was, from the jump, multifaceted. She was the one, in literally the first episode, who wanted to let a killer go free; her struggles with the warring parts of herself were there from the first episode. She's gentle and violent, sad and furious and compassionate; we have seen her with lovers, with friends, her brother, her child. We have seen her Liv laugh loving for a quarter century and it would be difficult, perhaps impossible, to imo find a character who is more layered and developed than her, anywhere.

The show was is always has been always will be a procedural. Which is a really, really compelling format bc it develops the characters in the context of the work that they do. It shows us, in small glimpses, over the course of years, who these people are based on how they respond to the remarkable circumstances they find themselves in. It's hard to actually thread that needle well, balance the mystery of the hour against the characters' personal stories, but the push and pull between the two is why we watch. We pour over every detail, watch breathlessly in the hope that maybe this time we'll see some small clue that confirms our suspicions, lose our minds at the big moments precisely because they are rare, small, fleeting; too much and it's no longer special, but rather expected.

There are other shows - this is us springs to mind, Parenthood, I'm sure there's more recent ones but I'm not up on new shows - that focus on who the characters are at home. That's an entirely different format, tho, is antithetical to what l&o is. There are other procedurals that lean more into the personal; people talk a lot about castle, for example, and how they did things over there, but castle was always a comedy. It was the odd couple gags, and romance was central to its appeal - yes it was dramatic but broadly its goal was not gritty drama. It is not the same kind of show.

All of this to say - of course Olivia doesn't go on vacation in the show, except that we know she went to the Bahamas with Brian. Of course we don't see her getting drunk with her friends in the show. Except, of course, trauma in a pear tree, which I thought rode the line of tension between "who are these people when they're off the clock" and "we have to show them doing their job" in a good way. We saw Olivia get drunk in a moment where she's struggling with heavy emotions, around her son, around Elliot, when she's spending time with arguably one of her best friends, in a place where they literally don't have anything else to do. We did see her let her hair down and we did get to catch an unguarded glimpse of her heart. But it maintained the same tone as the rest of the show, and it was so special bc we'd never really seen that before.

So much, the vast majority of, the characters personal lives takes place off screen. That's baked right in; that's how the show works. And I don't think we need to see everything in order for Olivia to be multifaceted, and like I said up top we have seen so much. I don't think there's a single corner of her heart, her life, we haven't seen.

And something else I've been thinking about a lot recently is that Olivia is herself more legend than woman. She is remarkable, in unrealistic but deeply compelling ways. Enduring and righteous and unbreakable. She is built of all of the thousands of tiny moments of personal life we've seen, and all of the thousands of earth shattering horrors we've experienced with her. She is not Olivia, without the horrors. The show isn't gonna give us Olivia at home for more than a few minutes at a time, isn't going to show us Olivia at the grocery store unless it helps bring home the point the show is going to make, bc that's not the kind of show it is, but also bc in order to maintain the legend some kind of mystique must also remain. To be a legend she must be legendary; if she is too ordinary, she is no longer remarkable. And for all that we complain about how long it's taken to get eo, it is the chase that compels us. The fervent desire to glimpse behind the curtain, the hope that maybe this time, that's what keeps us coming back. If they gave us everything we wanted when we wanted it we'd have all stopped watching years and years ago. It is precisely because the personal moments are rare that they stand out so strongly, resonate so deeply.

[ejunkiet]

end of year round up (rec list!)

rec lists are a forgotten art in fandom, and I've read so many good fics this year. below are a few of my favourites, although I'll stick with one from each author!

redacted audio - full ao3 bookmarks (94)

- burn me, Asher/Damien by @dominimoonbeam

this was my first bookmark, and it remains one of my favourites. the dynamic is just, so good. ash balances out damien so well. (domini we love all of your work <33)

- I'm out of my element, HuxDami by @jonbinary

set immediately post inversion, and got me on this TRAIN before canon was a thing. Just, gorgeous and tender writing ;u;

- old number seven, Sam/Darlin by @devilbunnyking

Gods, this was stunning. slow rolling tension, sharing a whiskey and plugging tunes in the juke box. Beautiful exploration of both of them!!

- apple and honey, Milo/Sweetheart (18+) by @onesmallcentury

Any redacted reclist would be incomplete without this MASTERPIECE okay. Gods, I cannot count how many times I've reread this. Delicious, gorgeous <3

- refractions, Gavin/Freelancer by @solclaw

The emotional slow burn of those early dates. Just, goddamn stunning. I could curl up in your writing forever, beanie ;u;

- commit it to memory, Huxley/Freelancer by @sealriously-sealrious

honestly, want to link all your writing here Chrys, but this is Huxley! With tattoos!! And @taelonsamada 's gorgeous art!!! MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN

- SWEET TALK, Milo/Sweetheart by @gingerbreadmonsters

this whole series is a MASTERPIECE. the dynamics!! The banter!! It makes me melt okay. all your writing is lovely, but this series holds a special place in my heart <3

- Signs Point to Yes, Milo/Sweetheart (18+) by @wakeupnew

On the subject of Milo and SH, this story has been living rent free in my mind for the last few weeks. The eight ball quotes! AGGRO! The dynamic of these two are just perfect, dealing with the inversion aftermath, and it's just gorgeous.

- fill my heart with song (and let me sing), Milo/Sweetheart (18+) by @autisticempathydaemon

Again on the subject of these two, I absolutely loved this fic. I love all of Lexi's work, but this was delicious 😚💖

- Let's make this night last forever (forever and ever), Milo/Sweetheart (18+) by @glassbearclock

Okay, this FIC. ALL OF BEAN'S MILO FICS. It's a beautiful chronology, but this one is just, fecking fantastic.

- ad astra (per aspera), Avior/Starlight by @lvllns

Starlight and Avior break out of the meridian. Gods, this is absolutely stunning. I love Reed's work, and I'm so very happy I got them into redacted >:3

- An Angel In Wolf's Clothing, David/Angel (no Tumblr?)

FINALLY David makes it onto this list. I've read this story SO MANY TIMES. Gorgeous early revelation exploration, where Davey tells Angel that he's a wolf.

- return to shore, imp!David/angel by @taelonsamada

THE IMPERIUM AU OF MY DREAMS. Giving David and Sam the chance they never had to find happiness in the Imperium. SO PERFECT ;u;

- phases of you, David/angel (no Tumblr! 18+)

Gods, this is one of my favourite redacted fics. Reimagines David and angel's relationship if Angel was a wolf, and they were mated before Gabe died. Long fic!! Had me obsessed for a weekend. Still obsessed hehehe

- (Gonna make you) howl, David/Angel (18+) by @romirola

>:3 Romi's work is gorgeous, and I recommend all of her fics, but THIS FIC. Angel pampers David, and it is GORGEOUS.

- Halley's comet, Elliot/Sunshine (no Tumblr)

GORGEOUS. There are not enough Elliot/Sunshine fics!!! Elliot asks sunshine for 7 days to prove that he is a dream walker.

- California nights, Milo/Sweetheart (18+) by @thee-morrigan

Again, I love Katie's writing, and this is no exception. DELICIOUS 😚💖💖

[dannygpino]

There's something I don't understand, many people refer to Nick as Rollins' partner, but he was mostly Liv's partner/she was his first partner. And not many acknowledge that fact.

That's very true.

Their partnership was so fascinating because they butted heads, got into arguments, called each other out in not really constructive ways, but they still had each other's backs. I'm mainly thinking about "Manhattan Vigil" when things were clearly icy between them but when they found Hector's body, they reached for each other's hands.

They obviously were able to work past their differences and become strong partners. They had to open up to each other; her because she was mourning Elliot when Nick arrived and he because he had lone wolf syndrome and was used to being on his own. Of course, they may have disagreed but they still respected and heard each other. They made good partners. They had a close relationship.

Kind of unrelated, I will always love that Cragen said "Find him" to Nick in "Surrender Benson". Of course, the entire squad was going to look for Olivia but I'm sure Nick felt an extra responsibility because she was his partner. He had to look out for her and have her back more than anyone. Cragen knew that. Cragen knew his detectives.

I do hope they reconcile on screen at some point, lol. She called and left a voicemail apologizing but we didn't see his response. Olivia's bridge with Barba is burned, which is another story, but it isn't with Nick. Danny has left the possibility of returning again open. I hope he does. "Hotel Cocaine" just ended, he can do it.

Also, you know what else could happen if Nick did come back?

[skiesartsanddoom]

My main OC Skie Ravensway

She is based around the Doom universe and her origins are based in Doom 3. Though, I have created alternate stories for her after the core events in Doom 3. I currently have one in my head of her being pulled by a rift to Nayos and partially getting Kryptis corrupted.

But I'll get to that later lemme enlighten you with my crazy main OC/persona.

Subject: Skie Rowena Ravensway

Identification Number: 03267

Affiliation: Union Aerospace Corporation (old). Demon Lord Igradek (current)

Job / Profession: UAC security/ Assistant Archeologist(old) Hired Mercenary (current)

Connections

Friends: Jack Campbell (dead), Elliot Swann(dead), Viktor Wes (old friend and partner(only in main AU), Igradek.

Family: Ian Kelliher (Uncle, Doom 3 UAC Chairman), Tracy Ravensway (Mother-deceased), James Kelliher (Father-deceased).

TRUE PARENTS: Jovac Roan (Argenta), Valyria(Planthir)

Life form: Human/Planthir/sentinel

General appearance: Skie is about 5ft 3in (1.5M) in height, weighs approximately 170lbs

(77Kg)

Clothing: When relaxing, Skie likes to wear just a t-shirt and camo pants. Other times she will wear her UAC security armor with Kevlar padding, camouflage cargo pants, utility belt with ammunition pouches and a slot for her PDA.

Special identifiers: Skie’s face is a torn up mess from surviving the Hell-wave incident of 2145, and 2146. She has a very noticeable scar over her right eye that looks like it hasn’t healed and can still bleed on some occasions.

Next she has a claw scratch over the bridge of her nose, a claw mark going from her lower left cheek down the side of her neck. Some close friends of her sometimes say they see a literal fire burning inside of Skie’s eyes when they look directly into them.

Personality/ personal backstory:

Despite going through lots of physical, mental, and spiritual trauma Skie generally tries keeps a positive outlook on life and tries to enjoy life while keeping her abilities a secret. If Skie is threatened or feels uncomfortable she will get moody and if you try to push her in a corner she will fight back with ferocity, and won't back down even if she’s on the brink of death.

If anyone around her is hurt or being threatened she will comfort and fight for them no matter what, ultimately resulting in weakness. She also has the ability to read, write and understand the ancient Planthir carvings and symbols that litter the Site 3 Mars ruins.

Skie also has another side to her, one that the UAC tends to keep classified for reasons.

During the Hell-wave incident of 2145, it was caused by none other than the UAC's lead researcher Dr. Malcolm Betruger, Skie, along with the only other survivor Viktor Wes found out an ancient secret. Skie is a descendent of the once great civilization called the Planthir, a humanoid race of beings that could shapeshift into a wolf/deer beast with great wings and power.

Skie's Planthir self:

The Planthir can control special magics and can see visions in the form of dreams or a dimensional scream. This ability has saved her life on multiple occasions. Unknown to her at the time she is actually a reincarnation of her past self.

In an attempt to save her child from the will of the Khan Makyr Skies true Planthir mother (Valyria) used a powerful Planthir spell to protect her child from being killed forever by the khan Makyr. Skie, though, is not a true Planthir. Her mother was married to a great Night Sentinel warrior (Jovac). Skies Planthir mother was the daughter of The Planthir King, the Planthir Royal blood carries even more powerful magic than any planthir. This bloodline gives skie great abilities but only for a short period of time. (think of it as the avatar state) After that moment of using the abilities, she will collapse exhausted and pass out.

The Planthir thrived on Mars many eons ago, but along with this Skie has the ability to transmute, a bonus of being mostly Planthir. From what the UAC studies show, Skie in this..form is like some..fluffy creature that appears to be a mix between a deer, wolf, and eagle thing. Not much is known about the form in general besides that Skie has shown to be an excellent flyer and great in combat based on accounts from Viktor.

Also noted that when in this form Skie is still able to speak fluent english, fight on on all four legs, ignite her wings on fire, and has a very keen sense of smell and hearing. Her personality overall is still the same in this form but her sense of protection is strengthened to a higher level to the point where she may get aggressive, or a slight temper.

Strengths:

-Skie was taught from an early age on how to use a gun and she developed skills as a good shooter.

-Through her experiences she has learned to be quick on her feet and to be agile during combat.

-She seems tough and cold on the outside but she will drop everything in order to help someone.

-she will not back down when challenged.

Weaknesses:

-Skie is very stubborn.

-She can be too headstrong and it can get her into big trouble at times, hence the scar over her eye (she got it in a fist fight with Dr. Betruger).

-Sometimes she suffers short-term memory loss and can’t recall specific events (this sometimes happens when placed in tense or stressful situations).

-she has a fear of demon spiders, and drowning, and feeling abandoned.

-she suffers from PTSD from the “incidents of 2145 and 2146” causing her to sometimes make rash decisions.

Additional Background:

Skie now serves as a Mercenary for a demon Called Igradek and proudly serves his goal of eliminating demons who take pleasure in killing and destroying life. As part of her beginning life anew after being shunned by humanity. The UAC tried to cover up the incidents and erase any knowledge of the demonic invasions of 2145 and 2146. But most of those who lost family during it pointed their fingers at the very one who saved them from a literal hell on earth!. So feeling guilty, alone, and betrayed by the people she saved. she powered up the partially dismantled hell portal on mars, the very one Dr. Betruger himself used to cause the invasion. She turned her back on her world to go where she could feel useful. She went into Hell to fight till she couldnt no more.

She soon realized that was a mistake. Ammo ran low, food and water reserves almost gone. She soon heard voices from her hideout, two demons speaking ENGLISH! Curiosity killed the cat and she snuck close. Only to be ambushed by a rogue baron of hell, who only saw her as another slave for his clan! Skie fought hard but ran out of ammo, she attempted to fight the demon as a planthir but was mortally wounded. Lying on the ground bleeding out, the darkness closing in. the shadowy figure of a large beast loomed over her. The last thing she saw before blacking out was a set of four golden eyes looking at her.

She later awakened with an Archvile doctor healing her and lying on a bed in a great hell keep. She was scared and lost. But then she saw him. Igradek (a lesser demon lord, son of the lord of wrath). And from here the two began to bond as friends and Skie took on her new life serving him as a demon killing mercenary.

(Old images of Igradek)

So that's her main lore summarized. I coukd go on and on with more lore of her past life, parents etc. I hope you enjoy my crazy lady.

More art of Skie/ Val-Ky-Rie

[sirowsky-stories]

The Flowers Always Know

Chapter 16 - Sexual Therapy?

Description: After the stress you'd both gone through lately, Marcus once again tried to distract you from your worries. But this time, it didn't work out quite the way he'd planned.

**Beware! Author chooses NOT to display warnings on the individual chapters of this story. Read at your own risk!**

Rating: Mature/Explicit 18+ONLY Word Count: 5833 (2807 words added) Masterlist (this story)

   Marcus was a man of his word, which was usually a good thing.    But when he dusted off every trick in the book to try and annoy you in his efforts of distracting you from how much shit you were still dealing with, it really wasn’t.    Everything from pinching your ass to wolf-whistling loudly while you were on the phone, to stealing and hiding your papers, to hiding himself and jumping out at you… He tried it all hoping to get you off balance.

   He even stole your left shoe and then not at all accidentally dropped it down a stairwell.    At one point you got so frustrated with him that you just swatted in his general direction, only to have him catch your hand and proceed to lick the length of your fingers, like a fucking six-year-old, all while you were on the phone with the CEO of one of the richest toy-companies in the world.

   “What? It’ll make it easier to turn the papers over,” he whispered when you fixed him with a glare which would’ve put Medusa herself to shame.

   He wisely backed off and let you finish the call unbothered, probably noticing you were truly done with him at that point.    You had actually gotten a nice large sofa for your office, after Marcus had suggested it, and he now sat down and made a show of toeing off his shoes and letting them fly about the room as he laid down flat on his back.    The sofa was just long enough for him. You’d checked before you’d bought it.

   “What is the matter with you?!” you went at him the moment you’d ended the call, succeeding only in making him grin. “For fuck’s sake, Marcus, it was Elliot Brady!”

   That caught his attention, making his eyebrows shoot up as he recognized the name and slowly sat up, turning so his feet came down to the floor again.

   “The Elliot Brady…?” he asked in an impressed tone while resting his elbows against his knees, but he knew you wouldn’t joke about someone so influential, so you ignored the question and pointed a firm index finger at him.

   “You are so lucky I was able to keep my cool. Because if you had messed up that call, you would have been responsible for losing the Heroics a $70 million deal.    And you’d better believe I’d have made sure to let the whole fucking building know,” you cautioned, and he did look mildly shocked at first, but then his playful mood once again took over and he grinned wickedly at you.

   “Oh, hermosa… I so love it when you take charge,” he said, letting his voice drop and turn husky while he leaned back on the sofa and spread his legs wide, pushing his hips forwards to show you the large bulge which was already straining against his jeans.

   The sight caught you off guard, and the sudden clench of your pussy, knowing how good that bulge felt inside you, made you lose track of what you were even thinking. And of course, the little bastard could tell.    He shot you a deeply satisfied smile as he took in your rapidly heating expression, because he knew once he got you to certain point, you wouldn’t be able to turn him down.

   You tried to tell yourself it wasn’t worth it. That all those noise-complaints which had been filed against the two of you after the last time he’d been “distracting” you, had been embarrassing enough to last you a lifetime.    But it was late afternoon on a Saturday, so the building was practically empty by now, and you were already soaking through your panties.    Also, you really wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face.

   Screw it.

   Getting up and rounding your desk, you approached him while opening your jeans and pulling them down, letting your underwear trail down with them. You’d already kicked off your shoes, something you liked to do whenever you knew you’d be by your desk for a bit.    Once the pants were off, you leaned over and placed your hands on his knees, and then you waited. He took the hint and opened his fly, starting to tug his pants down, but you didn’t move your hands, which forced him to stop at the knees.

   He looked up at you questioningly, and you smiled wickedly at him, before you dropped your head down and licked him, from hilt to tip.    He hissed and growled and his hands grabbed at your hair and shoulders, as if he didn’t know what to do with them, but had to do something, touch something. And every other part of you was out of his reach because of how you were standing.

   It was incredibly satisfying to hear and feel him lose control, because he was ordinarily very good at restraining himself, even when his desires were downright maddening.    You’d only ever gone down on each other for foreplay before, though, trying to prolong the act, since neither of you managed to last more than a minute or two after penetration. Still, you both preferred the intimacy of regular sex, even if these kinds of variations could be enormously fun.

   But this was different, and he knew it. You were playing with him, in a way you never had before, offering nothing in return while you took full advantage of him.    Licking him again, you then pulled his tip into your mouth and sucked hard on it for a couple of seconds, and were rewarded with seeing his abs clench down and his body tremble with the sensation.

   The satisfaction of knowing how much he craved you, and that you had complete control over him now, sent a fresh volley of wetness trickling down the insides of your thighs. You wanted him almost desperately, to the point where your core was crunching, but you ignored it.    Keeping your hands firmly planted on the tops of his knees, to keep his pants on so he couldn’t spread his legs any wider, you worked him hard using only your mouth.

   You sucked him in deeper, letting your tongue play along the back of his shaft, massaging him gently. Then you pulled back and let him slip completely out so that you could duck down further and play with his balls.    He was panting hard by then, and you could feel him struggle to keep his hands from just grabbing your shoulders and pulling you up to straddle him.

   But you also knew he really had meant it when he’d said he liked seeing you in charge, and it was obvious he was dying to know what you were gonna do next if he just left you to it.    Taking his length into your mouth again, you buried as much of him as you could take down your throat, swallowing around him to keep from gagging, which elicited a deep, guttural sound from him and made his trapped legs tremble under your hands as he tried to keep from bucking deeper into your throat.

   Starting to work back and forth, you quickly got used to feel of him, allowing you to take a little bit more each time, and it made him fucking feral, growling through each strained breath while he tried his damnedest not to interfere.    Meanwhile, the insides of your thighs were seriously wet at that point, and you were throbbing for him, but you weren’t going to stop. Instead, you moved your right hand from his knee to your sex and stroked yourself, making yourself moan on his cock.

   The sight of you pleasuring yourself, along with the vibrations in your throat, finally drove him wild enough to try and take over, and his hands were suddenly grasping at your upper arms, trying to pull you off him and up onto his lap so he could fill you.    But you looked up into is eyes and harshly swatted his hands away, before redoubling your efforts of stroking yourself, moaning again while you let him slip halfway out of your mouth before plunging down on him again.

   You could tell how close he was by the devastated look he gave you, and by the pulsing in his length, so you slid two fingers inside yourself and toppled over the edge almost immediately, keeping him deeply embedded inside you while you rode out the first waves.    He followed right after, the sight and feel of you way too much for him to be able to hold back, just as you’d known it would be.

   You were impressed by his self-control, though, as he kept his hands away from your head while he came down your throat, clearly not wanting to risk hurting you by holding you down onto him too hard or for too long.    He did buck up involuntarily, but since your head was free, you simply followed the movement and kept him only as deep as you could manage, sucking him until he was good and spent, seeing him all but collapse once you freed his cock from your mouth.

   When he’d completely stilled and was just laying there and panting hard, slumped so low on the sofa that only his shoulders and head were leaned against the backrest, you got up and went over to your desk.    Pulling out wet wipes from a drawer, you handed him a couple and then cleaned off your legs and chin, before pulling your jeans back on and tucking your soiled panties into your back pocket.

   “Wait…” he breathed, clearly perplexed by this turn of events. “That’s it? You’re not gonna let me have a go at you?”

   He looked so adorably confused where he sat with his pants still down by his knees, his soft but still swollen and saliva drenched member resting against his hip, his arms splayed to the sides, still breathing roughly while beads of sweat littered his temples and his neck.

   “Nope,” you simply replied, but your tone was firm.

   “Why not?” he pressed, sounding both disappointed and slightly offended, as though he worried you didn’t think he could get the job done.

   Contrarily, you knew he very much could, repeatedly and without much effort, which was exactly why you weren’t going to let him.    He’d made it a habit to use sex as a way of keeping you from thinking too hard about things, which had been helpful at times, you couldn’t deny that.    But this time, you knew he was also using these distractions and humour as a way of trying to scrub out the hurt, and you couldn’t let him do that.

   You wanted nothing more than to pretend none of it had happened, but it would never go away simply because you chose not to think about it. If anything, it would only come back worse if it was supressed for too long.    He might not get it yet, but you knew he would eventually, and you wanted him to reach that conclusion on his own, so you evaded the question for now.

   “Because,” was all you gave him, which understandably only frustrated him.

   “Because, what?”

   You merely smiled and sat back down at your desk, waking up your computer screen to send the last few emails and notifications needed to keep the right people in the loop on the deal you’d just made, seemingly oblivious to the declining mood of your partner.    But you knew exactly what he was feeling when he begrudgingly cleaned up, pulled his pants back on, and then sat there and scowled while you finished your work.

   The cogs in his brain were so loud you could almost hear them from across the office, as he no doubt worked tirelessly to figure out what your angle for not letting him pleasure you, could possibly be. You’d never turned him down or kept him at a distance before.    And that was precisely the clue you knew he’d figure out, because there was only one reason why that would’ve changed, and he was easily emotionally intelligent enough to realize it.    Once you were done, you switched the computer off and put your shoes on.

   “Okay, I’m ready to go home,” you announced then, meeting his eyes with a soft smile while you moved towards him.

   He had stopped looking at you by then, staring at his own hands instead while he puzzled over your behaviour, but once he heard you say the word home, his focus shifted.    There was no denying the significance of that word when it came from your lips, especially now when there was still so much tension within your relationship. But hearing it made his scowl evaporate and he smiled warmly at you as he stood up to take your outstretched hand.

   “When we get back, it’s my turn,” he grinned with a wink, but you shook your head at him.

   “Nope,” you sighed, a bit disappointed that he’d apparently not gotten anywhere in his pondering yet.

   “What? Seriously babe, why not?” he countered again, and for a moment you contemplated just handing him the answer.

   But you had more faith in him than that, so you opted to go with a believable alternative instead.

   “Missy,” you shrugged, which made him flinch.

   Clearly, he hadn’t thought about the fact she’d be home when you got there, but as he re-evaluated, something seemed to occur to him, and his smile returned.

   “So, you think I might make you scream, huh?” he wondered in a highly mischievous tone.

   “Oh, honey… I expect nothing less,” you shot back with a deep and suggestive voice, playing along to help keep his mood up.

   He almost stumbled over his own feet, hearing that, and had to let go of your hand when he stopped to regain his balance, so you gave him a heated look over your shoulder while continuing to walk leisurely away from him.    His responding expression quite clearly stated that had there been a contest between you, to see which of you was better at sexual manipulation, you’d already won.

-=¤=-

   You spent the drive talking about what to make for dinner, but when you got back, the rest of the little family was already cooking and the whole house smelled wonderful.    Missy shot you a nervous glance when you walked into the kitchen, but then she saw how comfortable you were with the house again, and her worry melted into a wide smile.    After her reaction to seeing you lethargic on the ground yesterday morning, you could imagine how every bump on the road to recovering your relationship with her father, must seem huge and frightening to her.

   There was no question she’d heard what had gone on in the master bathroom the evening before, she was way too sharp not to have pieced together the broad strokes of what that had been about, and you were certain it had made her very anxious.    In fact, you’d been surprised that she hadn’t mentioned it before leaving this morning. But seeing her face now, you knew she’d been worried sick about it.

   “Hey, sweetie. Did you have fun at the park?” you asked, trying to keep the energy light.

   “Yeah, the guys wanted me to tell you that the new powered-friendly playgrounds are awesome!” she answered, just a tad too enthusiastically.

   “Really? Oh, that’s great! I was hoping we got it right, but I wasn’t very confident, it was such a mess during development.”

   “Oh, you nailed it! It works for everyone, regardless of what their powers are, and it was still just as fun for me to use too.”

   “Well, I’m glad. But I hope you’re not being overly praising just because you know I’ve been feeling bad lately,” you pondered, hoping she wouldn’t feel put down, but also wanting to make sure she knew that she didn’t need to pretend everything was fine around you.

   “No, I’m not. You’re an awesome designer,” she declared, and yet, there was something in her voice which made you feel like there was more to it than that.

   “But…?” you pressed, and she sighed.

   “I just… I heard you. Last night,” she admitted, and wetness began to pool in her eyes. “And I thought that… you might never be okay.”

   She was crying by the time she finished and moved around the edge of the island while she reached for you. You wrapped your arms around her back and lifted her up to hug her, and she snaked her legs over your hips and hugged you back with all the strength she had.    As with all things concerning his daughter, you felt the need to make sure Marcus was alright with what you were doing, and finding him standing next to Anita, you were reassured to see him look only moved by the scene. Teary-eyed and moved.

   “I am okay, my darling,” you whispered to the girl, still holding her tightly against your chest. “And last night is why I’m okay. I just had to get that crap out, or it would’ve turned rotten and mean inside me.    I’m so sorry you had to hear it, but just because it sounded and felt terrible, doesn’t mean it was a bad thing. Because now that it’s out, I can replace it with good things. Do you understand?”

   “Yeah, I think so,” she snivelled, and she sounded so small when she allowed herself to be fragile like this. “I just don’t want you to leave. Please, tell me you won’t leave.”

   It was the first time you’d heard her voice any hint of the fear she must carry so deep within her heart, of losing another mother figure, and it left you feeling so torn.    On the one hand, it was proof of her very real affection for you, and her hope for a future where her family might be whole. But on the other, it was also a reminder of how easily broken this little girl’s heart really was, and how very carefully you would have to hold it.

   “I’m not going anywhere. I’m a fighter, remember? When things get tough, I get tough,” you reassured her, pulling back to give her a hopeful smile and a loving kiss to the cheek, which was finally enough to draw a small giggle from her and chase away whatever dread had tried to overtake her.

   But then Anita suddenly cleared her throat unnecessarily loudly.

   “If you two are done dancing around over there, dinner’s ready,” she announced, pulling a large pot off the stove and carrying it to the table.

   “Mooom, why would you do that?! They were having a moment,” Marcus whined, clearly upset that she’d interrupted a bonding opportunity, which he’d obviously been enjoying.

   “Hm, there’ll be plenty more, no need to waste good food over it,” his mother grumbled, but you saw through it without even trying.

   “Don’t let her fool you, honey,” you chuckled while you put Missy down. “She’s just trying to avoid crying in front of all of us. I mean, the fierce Mrs. Moreno has a reputation to live up to, right?”

   At first, it didn’t seem like she was gonna react to that at all. But then, once all the food was on the table, without a word, she picked up a slice of tomato, and then flung it at you.    It hit your shoulder before dropping to the floor with a wet little splat, and you slowly raised your head to meet her defiant glare.

   “Did you just…?” you trailed off, because you were too shocked to even say it out loud, while she merely raised her eyebrows at you in response.

   Oh, that was a challenge if ever you’d seen one.    Marcus saw your expression change and was about to say something when you grabbed a slice of cucumber from the table and chucked it at her head.    It hit her right on the nose, and that was it.    The food war was on.

-=¤=-

   You stepped out of the shower a couple of hours later, having finally gotten the smell of garlic and chili out of your hair after three bouts of shampoo.    Of course, she’d had to start a food war with fucking chilli stew, of all things.

   “I can’t believe that just happened,” Marcus shook his head where he stood by the closet, picking out a clean t-shirt to wear. “I haven’t been involved in a food-fight since high school.”

   In truth, he was a bit sour about it, because the kitchen really was a mess, even though you’d tried to tidy up the worst of it. But he’d also happily taken part in the chaos, so you weren’t sure if he was upset it had happened at all, or if he was simply disappointed in himself for participating rather than putting a stop to it.    You stood in the doorway to the bathroom with one towel around your body and another in your hands as you dried your hair.

   “Don’t worry, tomorrow’s Sunday, we can spend all day cleaning, if need be,” you reminded him, but he paused in the middle of pulling on his fresh shirt.

   “We?” he questioned, clearly referencing the fact that you’d been the catalyst for this particular incident, albeit unintentionally.

   “Yes,” you confidently countered, having no intention of being made the bad guy in this scenario. “It was your mother who started it, and then left just in time for clean-up.    And don’t even try to imply you didn’t take part, or that you didn’t enjoy the hell out of it.”

   Try as he might, he couldn’t deny it, because you’d all seen him laugh and squeal as he’d chucked handfuls of chilli at his family, giddy as a child with the unexpected turn of events, just like the rest of you.

   “It was kinda fun,” he sheepishly admitted, to which you grinned and shook your head, while you turned and went back into the bathroom to put some moisturiser on your face, hoping it would keep any ruddiness from the chilli at bay.

   Your partner had already showered and since the evening was still young, your plan was to get dressed and join Missy in the living room for a movie before bed.    But while you were still in the bathroom working the cream into your face, you heard his phone ring, and you could tell it was Miracle Guy from Marcus’s reaction. Miracle only ever called when he was upset about something and wanted team leader to fix it.

   You didn’t really pay much attention to the call, it was never anything important anyway, but hearing your partner sigh heavily brought back his reaction to your refusal to let him pleasure you earlier, and you wondered if he’d figured out why yet.    Deciding to find out, and help him understand if he still didn’t, you took the towels off and peered through the doorway into the bedroom.

   He was by the window on your side of the bed, with his back to it, his head bowed, and his eyes closed while he pinched the bridge of his nose. That was his classic Miracle-bullshit stance, and you intended to take full advantage of it.    Completely naked, you snuck across the room, and laid down on your back on the bed behind him.

   Watching the muscles in his arm play when he shifted poses, putting a hand on his hip, and the way his ass-cheek perked when he moved his weight to one leg, was enough to make you heat up for him. Raking your eyes over his muscular chest and snatched waist had you gushing for him a mere moment later.    You let your fingers find your folds and softly caressed yourself until your breathing deepened, keeping your eyes on his face when he turned towards the sound.

   It was worth it just for that. The shock and awe and utter lust in his eyes was enough to make you buck into your own hand.    He ended the call without another word and then let the phone hit the floor as he took you in, his eyes turning several shades darker before he managed to force himself to move and slowly approach the bed.

   He kneeled on the edge of it by your feet and put his hands on your knees, spreading your legs wide to give himself a better view.    You watched him closely as he drank in the sight of your glistening wet and swollen pussy before he leaned in and kissed the soft skin on the inside of your left thigh.    He was drunk on arousal, just as you’d intended, but you had an ulterior motive as well.

   “Have you figured it out yet?” you asked in a voice unintentionally husky with your own arousal, but the question still got his full attention.

   He paused his heated kisses leading the way up towards your centre, resting his cheek against the warm, tender flesh of your leg while he met your gaze.

   “Yeah… Sorry it took me all day, but hearing what you said to Missy finally made it click,” he whispered, then closed his eyes and rubbed his nose against your thigh, as though a particularly strong scent had just hit him, before he continued. “I have to let you get to those low points, no matter how badly I wanna protect you from them.”

   “And?” you pressed, needing to be certain he understood all of it.

   “And I can’t use sex as a universal cure for emotional pain. I know. I’m sorry,” he added, holding your gaze to let you see the honesty in his eyes.

   “Thank you,” you offered, to which he nodded and then turned his attention back to your body.

   “Can I eat you now?” he asked, moving to the other thigh and starting back up with the kisses, and when you took too long to answer, he bared his teeth and scraped them along your skin, just hard enough to make your hips roll involuntarily with the stimulation.

   “Yes,” you breathed, impressed that he hadn’t just taken over already.

   It seemed he really had meant it when he’d said he enjoyed seeing you in charge, to the point where he probably found it even more enticing to have to wait for your permission than to simply do what he wanted.    Some part of your brain registered that information as potentially useful, but then his lips reached your delicate center, and you lost the ability to think.

   At first, he kissed your folds ever so lightly, working his way up towards your clit. He used his nose to brush against it while he blew warm air over your sex, and it made you shiver with anticipation and delight.    Making his tongue wide, he licked a hot wet trail from your already gushing entrance to your clit, and then he stayed there, firmly massaging your nerves for a bit.

   You squirmed against his mouth, seeking more friction, but now that he was there, it seemed he wasn’t going to let you decide how he pleasured you.    A large hand came to rest on your lower belly and suddenly you were trapped against the mattress, unable to move under the firm pressure of his grip, and it somehow made you even more aroused.

   Keeping his mouth on your button, he brought his other hand up to your entrance, letting his thumb play with the little hole, but without slipping inside you at all, which drove your already blazing sex into a frenzy.      Acutely aware of the fact that you were not alone in the house, you bit your jaws together and forced yourself not to moan out loud, but he seemed to take that as a challenge.

   Without warning, he pushed two thick fingers into your swollen cunt and the delicious feeling finally made you lose control, releasing a guttural gasp which you had no hope of strangling.    But you were getting so lost in the pleasure that you couldn’t really remember why you should be quiet anymore.

   Sliding his fingers in and out, slowly but firmly drawing them all the way out before working them in again, letting your walls relax in between each push so that it kept being a stretch every time, not allowing you to adjust to the girth, sent you into overstimulation of the sweetest kind and left you trembling against his restraining hand over your belly.    But it also kept you from reaching your peak, leaving you dangling on the precipice, ready to tumble, but held back by his slow and masterful manipulation of your senses.

   It wasn’t enough, and yet it was also too much to handle, and the desperate frustration left you begging, pleading for your fucking life as every breath threatened to strangle you.    He murmured heavily against your clit, reassuring you in between licks and kisses that he was almost ready for you, and somewhere in parts of your brain which were capable of having thoughts, you wondered what the hell he meant by that.

   But then he started thrusting his fingers into you, and the world fell away and all you could see were stars, all you could hear was the frantic beating of your own heart, the only feeling in existence an unbearable pleasure.    You could feel a scream building in your lungs, and you knew instinctively you’d never be able to silence it, so you threw an arm out towards the head of the bed, looking for a pillow, but you were too far away from it.

   As you neared the climax and felt your body begin to curl in on itself, a glimmer of reasoning sparked in your mind and you grabbed the duvet, shoving a fistful into your mouth on nothing but the blind hope it might be enough to keep you from being heard outside the room.    You only just managed to bite down on it in time.

   His fingers were still fully embedded within you when your torso lifted itself up, and the waves came crashing down over you.    A gush of slick pressed out around his digits, and you could feel how he ducked deeper between your legs to lick it off his fingers as he kept slipping them back and forth to help you ride out the high, before he refastened his mouth to your clit and worked it hard to wring every last spasm of satisfaction from you.

   Meanwhile, you were biting down so hard on the duvet that your jaws hurt, in your determination not to be heard outside the room, although you had no idea if it even worked. Your own body was just too damned loud.    But having to breathe through your nose with such a high pulse, meant you couldn’t get enough oxygen into your body fast enough, and suddenly you were getting light-headed and dizzy.

   You opened your eyes and found him lying on his side next to you, propped up on one elbow while he studied you closely, but there was a proud smile playing in the corners of his mouth, and a playful glint in his gaze.    It took you a few seconds to realize how he could’ve moved from the bottom of the bed to lying by your side in a mere instant, but then it dawned on you, and you groaned.

   “Okay, yes, I fainted, but that was because of the damned covers not allowing me enough oxygen,” you tried to explain, but his smile only grew wider.

   “Whatever you say, hermosa.”

   He was so fucking smug, and honestly, you had no comeback. You’d actually fainted, and while it was probably partly because of the comforter, it definitely wasn’t the only reason.    Not that you were ever gonna admit to it when he was gloating about it.

   “Shit. You’re never gonna let me live this down, are you?”

   “Never,” he grinned, but then he kissed you and rolled on top of you, and it was only then you realized that he’d also had time to shed his clothes while you’d been out of it. “But now I really do need to be inside you, or I might actually explode.”

   He wasn’t kidding about that, though. He really was achingly hard.

   “Oh yeah, we definitely need to take care of that,” you huffed a laugh, and then tried to pull your legs up around his hips, only to find them so weak still that all you could manage was to drag them slightly further apart underneath him to give his hips more room.

   “Are you gonna be able to stay awake this time?” he teased, while he lined himself up.

   You merely shook your head at him in a dismissive kinda way, misleading him into thinking you were gonna simply take on that on the chin, while you waited for him to push inside you, making sure to relax your now softened pelvic muscles to give him easier access.    But, once he was fully embedded and had begun to groan in pleasure, you clenched down on him with everything you had, and he literally yelped.

   “You tell me, babe. Do I feel awake to you?” you whispered in his ear, while he trembled between your thighs, trying to recover enough that he could at least move.

-=¤=-

   Amazingly, you did actually make it out of bed to join Missy for a movie on the sofa, later that evening, and you weren’t exactly surprised when she smiled at you as you walked in together.

   “Have fun?” she asked with the kind of raised eyebrows which suggested she knew something she shouldn’t.

   Marcus was absolutely mortified, frozen to the spot the moment he heard her, looking more uncomfortable than you’d ever seen him.    But you could tell from the way she presented her question, that this didn’t bother her, which instantly left you much less concerned.    So, you took his hand and tugged him with you down onto the couch.

   “Yes, actually. We did. Sorry,” you offered, and just as you’d predicted, she waved it off while reaching for the popcorn bowl.

   “Don’t worry, all I heard was dad scream. Which has never happened before, in any circumstance. So, whatever happened, I’m assuming you won.”

   “It’s not a competition,” you corrected, before grinning proudly at her. “But yes, I did.”

   You didn’t see it, but if you’d looked at your partner right then, you would’ve found him much less uncomfortable after hearing you claim victory in that day’s sexual games.    Not just because he wanted you to always win those kinds of playful battles between you, but also because within your pride, he heard a victory of a different kind. The kind which meant you’d won something much more important than a silly game.    You’d won your confidence in this relationship back. And that was truly a victory to be celebrated and cherished.

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

Whiskey’s fic masterlist

Masterlist of the Elliot's universe. If you’re new to this world, welcome! Here are the main characters:

Elijah: The GM and owner of Elliot's, a restaurant in Manhattan. My stories range in timeline, but at his youngest in these stories he's 35, at the oldest he's 41. His description is in this post. Elijah is straight (he and Greyson argue like a married couple but aren't together lol) Visual of Elijah by the v talented ghostlychill here!

Greyson: The Executive Chef at Elliot's. He ranges in age from 26-32. Description of Greyson here! Greyson is pansexual (again, he and Elijah won't be getting together in my stories).

Matt: Greyson's sous chef. He is dating Mark, in the later stories. He ranges in age from 20-26. He is bisexual.

Mark: Elijah's front of house manager, dating Matt in the later stories. He ranges in age from 22-28. He is gay.

Mark and Matt descriptions here.

I am not currently taking requests! (sorry) I have very little time to write, and my inbox is FULL. When I am able to take requests again, I will let y'all know! :)

PSA: I do write:

Light Mess

Coughing/pneumonia

Contagion 

Fevers, passing out, rashes...anything in the ‘cold/flu’ vicinity

PSA: I do not write:

Emeto 

Romance/sexual plots featuring Elijah and Greyson as a couple

Anything co/vid related

Fanfic or anyone else’s OCs

RP of any kind, including with my characters (sorry)

Heavy mess

Elliot's Cast - Full fics. Now in chronological order!

Long Day, Late Night - M, cold (Greyson)

Open Secret - M, cold (Elijah)

Home for Christmas - M, cold (mostly Greyson, but Elijah a little too)

Go Home - M, cold (Greyson)

A Cup of Tea and Paracetamol pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4 - M, cold (Elijah only in pt 1 and 2, both in pt 3 and 4)

Weak/Weary - M, cold (Greyson)

Who Cares for You - M, cold (Elijah. There’s also a couple sneezes from Greyson that are fake/induced by pepper)

Downfall pt 1, pt 2 M, cold (Elijah, matt, and mark pt 1, Greyson pt 2)

Heart. Sick. - M, cold (Greyson)

Critical - M, cold (Elijah)

Cry Wolf - M, cold (Greyson)

Patient Zero - M, cold (Elijah and Greyson)

City Slicker - M, allergies (Elijah)

Three - M, cold (some Greyson, plus Matt. M/M pairing)

Show & Tell - M, cold (Matt)

Safe - M, cold (Mark centri, but Greyson and Matt also feature here)

Instant Karma - M, cold (Greyson)

Thanks - M, cold (everyone, but Elijah focused)

See Me, I See You - M, cold (Greyson and Elijah)

FOH/BOH pt 1 - M, cold (Elijah pt 1)

Hard to Shake - M, cold (Greyson)

Then & Now - M, cold (Greyson)

Chatterbox - M, cold (Greyson - this is a short one)

(note: there may be discrepancies in this timeline. I am not perfect, this is snz fiction not a fully mapped novel so if something doesn't make sense timeline-wise, my apologies haha.)

Elliot's Cast - Drabbles (no particular order)

Fever - Elijah, cold

Outside - Greyson, cold

Nyquil - Elijah, cold

Summer - Elijah & Greyson, colds

Angry - Greyson, cold

Gingerbread - Greyson, Matt, colds

Bed - Elijah, cold

More about the guys under the tag #asks answered. As always, thanks so much for reading!

[anxiouspotatorants]

I did a rewatch, here are a bunch of smaller things I feel like can be important in the future (cancellation? what cancellation?):

Ada’s ghost ship story. It’s about how the sea gets so angry when the passengers and crew of a ship kill a whale that it sends a storm their way and turns it into an actual ghost ship. Could be an allegory for what the passengers do to Elliot and the simulation subsequently killing them afterwards, or it could be part of an even larger narrative.

Franz has been part of Eyk’s crew for as long as Maura and Daniel have been married.

Several important characters have scarring and wounds on their faces or arms, and some of Franz’ are fresher even before we see him physically fight.

Anker literally means anchor. It’s probably just a characterisation detail for Anker but still an interesting name choice.

«Die Gedanken sin frei» is a song celebrating freedom of thought.

When Maura wakes up the first time it’s Henry’s voice telling her to do so but afterwards and for everyone else it’s Maura’s voice.

When Ramiro and Angel hook up in 1.02 the scene ends with a shot of a painting of a wolf and a sheep.

While the earth symbol is everywhere, only Ling Yi, Virginia Wilson and Clémence seem to have it on their clothes or accessories. It might be a stretch, but I also think the embroidered flower on Clémence’s collar looks like a bug.

Tove describes Iben’s religious conviction and the fact that she hears voices as creating her own world that the people around her have decided to follow. This could be a parallel to Maura creating the simulation and pulling everyone into it.

In 1.05 Maura tells Eyk that she remembers being a doctor and that her father must have changed her memory to make her a patient. This is probably her doing because of the Elliot reveal, but she also says she thinks she managed to remember the purpose of what was happening and was made to forget. Is this her projecting her deeds onto her father again, or did she actually manage to remember one time and get forced back into forgetting by someone else?

After exiting her first flashback into the shooting scene, Tove sees that she stands in front of room 2102. There’s a big visual focus on room numbers in general too.

Speaking of numbers, Maura’s room in the ship and the room in the mental hospital are both numbered 1011.

Virginia Wilson is confirmed to speak and understand English, French and Cantonese so far.

There are multiple closeups of Eyk’s family photo.

All of the photos on Daniel and Maura’s nightstand seem to be from the same day. One of the photos shows Elliot holding the bug, indicating that this day is the same as Elliot’s flashback. Also Maura and Elliot’s clothing in the photos seem similar to if not identical to their simulation outfits.

When Maura and Daniel kiss we see flashes of them together, the mental hospital, the wooden cross from the tomb, a brain and Maura walking down a corridor with a hammer.

Daniel says that if Maura doesn’t wake up, there will be nothing left to wake up for.

Elliot and Daniel’s simulation flashbacks both end with either of them holding Maura’s frock in the middle of the same faulty simulation that Henry is in.

Henry says Maura has fooled «all of us».

Ángel’s song (a version of La Tarara) mentions a finger that can’t be healed and a white dress. The finger could be Virginia and the white dress could be Maura in her hospital gown. The white dress verse claims La Tarara only wears it on Maundy Thursday, and the finger verse says no surgeon can cure it.