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MAREN STOKES.

despite the standoffish vibe maren tends to give off, she enjoys the sensation of being observed almost as much as she enjoys doing the observing herself. of course, she’d had most of the night to trail after the cobra, and maybe cassandra knows who she is, maybe she doesn’t. either way, her eyes are fixed on maren and the bounty hunter can’t be more pleased with herself. she sits just a little straighter in her seat before leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table in front of her, eyebrow arched at the other. ❛  you wanna buy me a drink with that dirty money?  ❜ it’s bold, but maren’s well passed her mark for being timid. and cassandra hadn’t been doing any major harm, of course. maren didn’t even know the victim, and in fact she found the whole ordeal to be pretty amusing — how easy it had been. the thief clearly knew how to find her targets, and maren knew how to keep herself entertained. maren’s nose crinkles a little as she speaks just above a whisper, ❛  it can be our little secret.  ❜

she doesn’t try to stop the chuckle that slips past her lips at maren’s question. it’s a boldness that cassandra appreciates. as much as she enjoys playing games and dancing around things, sometimes straightforwardness is just what she needs. besides, maren doesn’t seem like the usual type that the thief preys on. perhaps that was a good thing. her targets were becoming almost too easy, she barely had to put in any actual effort most of the time. she could use something a bit more... refreshing. ❝ oh, i would love to. ❞ she says, wiggling her eyebrows before moving to take a seat beside the other. the bar is buzzing enough that it’s no big deal to see a cobra and a savage chatting and getting drinks ─ not that it would be the first time that the two gangs get entangled with each other, of course. nothing wrong with buying a drink for a beautiful woman with the dirty money that you took from a poor clueless bastard, right? right. ❝ i can appreciate a good secret every now and then. ❞ she muses, head turned to maren before she waves to catch the bartender’s attention. then her focus is on the other woman again. ❝ i take it you enjoyed the show, darling. ❞

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ELIAS DUVAL‌.

Getting married to Axel in Vegas had not been part of the plan. If he had a say in the matter, Elias would never do something as stupid as getting married ever again. Considering how his first one ended. When he thinks about the reasons why he has not signed the damn documents, Elias can’t come up with a logical one. Except for the truth and the truth is that he doesn’t want to sign them. Why that is? That is something that Elias himself can’t quite understand yet. Or he’s not ready to accept yet. But Axel is standing there, demanding answers and all Elias can do is count between teeth. ❝ Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one….❞ Of course he knows how delicate Axel is and how this reaction from him is nothing short of aggravating. Ever since they got back he has been trying to remember what happened. How they ended up in such a situation? How they went from partying at Erica’s to waking up at The Cosmopolitan with a bunch of naked strangers and a complimentary newlywed breakfast. Which, I might add, was fucking delicious. Perfectly cooked egg florentines, a lobster frittata with caviar that was probably worth more than his entire wardrobe, a bottle of Dom Perignon and a jar of freshly squeezed orange juice to make mimosas with. Because all happy occasions come with mimosas. His mouth still waters just thinking about it. But as much as he tries to trace back their steps that led them to the chapel, he comes out blank. He’s just really curious to know whose idea it was. Judging by his desire to not sign the paperwork to make this marriage void, he’s starting to think it had been his.

Then Axel is at eye level. Telling him something he already knows. So he stops because of how distracting it is to have him there. Staring at him so close. After a sigh, he drops his knees and comes up to a kneeling position.  ❝ Yeah Axel, I get that I’m not an idiot. ❞ Should be cause for alarm, right? Start panicking. Yet, he’s surprisingly calm and has been through this entire thing. ❝ I just figure if I’m going to be married to someone it might as well be you. Takes the pressure off, you know? ❞ This is stupid. He realizes it when he looks at him. Because Axel is staring back at him like he’s gone insane. Perhaps he has. Perhaps he has finally snapped. Perhaps this whole Stephanie thing is affecting his judgment. Maybe if she takes the journal to the police and he ends up getting the electric chair or the fucking needle it wouldn’t be so bad if he’s there. Not that he’d abandon him. Or maybe he would. Wouldn’t want the bad publicity, right? Maybe it’s a more selfish reason. Maybe he just wants a one up on Topher. who the fuck knows? What he knows is that he’s exhausted and just looking at him hurts. He sighs, falling back to rest his spine on the machine behind him. One knee up, the other stretched out in front of him. ❝ Fine, I’ll sign them. You want me to sign them - I’ll sign them.❞

there must be something he’s missing here. some kind of subtle sign that elias is giving off and that axel hasn’t picked up on just yet. there has to, for he can’t think of any other logical explanation as to why his best friend didn’t sign the divorce papers first, or why he’s on the ground doing push ups instead of having this conversation face to face with him. it doesn’t make any sense. in that moment, axel once again realizes that he’s never met anyone as complicated as elias duval. ten years of friendship and it still wasn’t enough for him to fully understand the other male. ten years. it’s crazy to think about that. he wouldn’t give most people ten days, getting bored of them quickly and moving on to the next one, until this asshole showed up and literally changed everything. so yeah, maybe axel is a tad annoyed at the fact that he can’t figure him out. it should be easy. at the very least, it shouldn’t be so hard. now, on top of it all, he’s married to that same asshole. and god, how aggravating is it that there’s a part of him, a small one that he keeps under wraps ( or tries to ), isn’t sure he actually wants a divorce at all? it’s insane. he doesn’t even remember getting married. that should be enough sign that they had to get a divorce ─ and it was, for the most part, except for that annoying little part of him. perhaps that was why he had signed the paperwork so quickly. it’s not a thought he wants to indulge. truthfully, it makes him feel pathetic.

he realizes another thing, too. that he’s played himself by getting closer. it was so much easier to put his focus elsewhere when there was more distance between them, but now that he’s kneeling down in front of elias, he has privileged view now. it’s easy to understand why elias has so many people stumbling over each other in order to get a fraction of his attention. he’s seen him in action. not only is he charming and good with words, the guy also has a lovely physique. great in bed, too. right now, the light is hitting him at the right spots and he looks damn near irresistible and axel hates it. good thing he’s had years of experience when it comes to resisting elias, or he might have pounced on him right then and there and forgotten all about the reason why he’d come here in the first place. right. the divorce. ❝ there’s no pressure. ❞ he says that but he understands. marriage is not something axel has ever seen in his future, but if he was going to be married to someone, it might as well be elias. he can relate. they are different sides of the same coin, really. not that axel voices any of this. there’s a pause after his friend’s last words as he processes them, fully dropping to the ground and sliding back until his back hits another machine. he’s still facing elias, but there’s some distance has been established between them again. it’s a relief and a nuisance at the same time.  ❝ what ─ you don’t want to sign them? ❞ yeah, he doesn’t believe that. doesn’t expect an actual answer either. ❝ seriously, what is it? you gotta know that you’ll only get a headache from this marriage, so what is the problem? ❞

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💋Are they more sensual or sexual?

BASH: more sexual.

AXEL: i want to say he’s good at bringing both to the table when he wants to, but definitely more sexual.

CASSANDRA: i’d say she’s a good mix of both but leans more towards sensual.

SOFIA: this one is the hardest tbh. i wanna say she’s 50/50 ─ or something like that.

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My muse in a relationship ?s

Please include if you want answers for a particular verse or ship.

🤗Are they physically affectionate?  🎶Do they have a type? 😡What are their deal breakers? ↕️Are they sub, dom or switch? ⏰How long do their relationships tend to last? 💍Would they ever get married? 🏷️Do they give their partners cute nicknames? 💋Are they more sensual or sexual? 📖What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner? 🛏What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner? 💚Are they prone to jealousy? 😘Does their demeanor change when in a relationship?  👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private? 💕Are they open to threesomes or a polyamorous relationship? 💔Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? 💝How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship? 🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first? ❌Would they ever cheat on their partner? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦Do they want children? 🐶Are they a cuddler? 🔮Do they believe in soul mates? ⚔️ Are they protective of their partner? 🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love? ❤️ Do they fall in love easily? 📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family? ♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner? 💭 Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner?

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Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

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Best of the Mikaelsons on TVD - 10 / ∞

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“Is that judgment in your tone?” “I’m sure she intends only admiration.” “So much admiration from you both. I think it’s more than I can bear.“

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VERA HAWTHORNE‌.

it’s not that the hawthorne siblings left on bad terms. frankly, she’d been planning on moving for a while — practically since the day she moved in. and axel is mostly forgiven now that she’s had time to cool off and seen griffith with her own eyes since axel’s kind visit. but there is still the tiniest rift between them, one that lingers just enough to make things awkward. ❛  yeah, just —  ❜ she raises the box with both hands to show him, her lips forming a tight smile. ❛  grabbing a few leftover things.  ❜ she turns around from her spot on the floor so she can face him a little better. ❛  i called out for you, but i didn’t get a response. granted, i didn’t try my hardest to let you know i was here. i guess i could have called.  ❜ her shoulders raise in a half shrug and she chews on her lower lip. ❛  sorry.  ❜ head tipped back to meet his eye, she gets a good look at him for the first time in days and frowns slightly at the sight. he seems tired, worn, stressed even? — nothing new in the wheelhouse of his expressions, yet there is still something.. off. she has to wonder if it’s just her. or worse, if she’s done something to further upset him. ❛  are you alright?  ❜

does axel think it was a good idea to pay griffith a visit, specially during a time where he is particularly irascible? no. had he done it anyways? yes. does he regret it, now that he’s had time to properly think it through? no. well, perhaps there’s a small part of him that does regret it. it’s petite, though, and it only comes out to play when vera is around ─ much like the entirety of his moral compass. she is, and has been for as long as he can remember, the defining point. for what it’s worth, he doesn’t like the breach that has settled between them, even if it is his fault entirely and it isn’t as bad as it could be. ❝ that’s alright, i don’t mind. ❞ he says dismissively, head shaking slightly. ❝ you’re always welcome here. ❞ his tone is lower then, although he does finally offer a small smile. it comes out more bittersweet than he would have liked. he is truly okay with the idea that she wants a place of her own, but he can’t help but wonder if he could have done more to make this a home for her, as well. when the focus shifts to him, axel’s eyes widen for a fleeting moment. if vera blinked, she would’ve missed it.  ❝ yes, i’m alright. why? ❞

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ANGELIQUE FROST.

“yeah, see that’s really not going to work for me. i ordered those parts at least a week ago so they should be in. and guess who’s without parts still? so figure it out and get them delivered,” she snapped into the phone before hanging up, annoyed that the parts for her car still weren’t in yet. she let out a groan and shook her head. “people,” she muttered.

she hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on someone else’s conversation, but her timing had always been impeccable. with her bike on the shop, sofia had become a regular visitor of the place. it wasn’t that she didn’t trust the mechanic, or that she wasn’t patient ( well... that, too ), but rather that her bike was her baby and she missed it. sue her. ❝ yeah, people suck. ❞ she hummed as she approaching the other. ❝ everything alright? ❞

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ELIAS DUVAL‌.

Your girlfriend finds your journal. The one that describes your life and all of your crimes in gruesome detail. She reads it and you decide it’s a good idea for her to keep said journal. Naturally you’re feeling anxious and need something to take your mind off potentially getting arrested and later executed. Does Colorado carry the death penalty? What do you do when you need an escape? You ask your best friend to go to Las Vegas with you and end up getting completely wasted and - oh yeah, married to that best friend whom you have unspoken feelings for. They had gone to a law office in Nevada for an annulment. Seemed easy enough. Of course getting wasted is not considered good grounds for annulment so they had to go with the option that made the most sense and that would get them out of this mess the fastest. There was going to be some paperwork involved and both parties would be getting a copy. A copy that needed to be signed and then sent over as soon as possible. The sooner, the better. Elias had received the copy. He had looked at it. Read through it. Pretended like he understood all of the jargon that was used but it was all going over his head. The thought of asking his current sister in law for legal advice on how to divorce her brother was fucking laughable. He’s sure there was nothing fishy on any of the documents but there was still something that stopped him from signing them. So he had thrown them inside of one of the drawers in his room until further notice. That further notice has just walked in without knocking. 

He’s in the exercise room when he comes in. Of course he knew that Axel would find out that the entire process has been stalled because of his lack of cooperation. Probably should have been more prepared, right? And he could lie to him and tell him that of course he signed them. With blue ink and everything. Sent them over. That maybe they had gotten lost in the mail Maybe the law firm just wanted to get more money off of him. ❝ I’ve been busy.❞ Ok, still a lie. Maybe not the most believable one. Maybe he doesn’t want Axel to believe him. Everything with the guy is so damn confusing lately. He looks at Axel for a moment before he drops to the ground to do some push ups. It’s not like he doesn’t think this conversation is important, but it’s a good way to avoid eye contact and everything else for that matter. This makes it easier to pretend. ❝ But I also didn’t want to.❞

a divorce hadn’t been his initial plan. ideally, they would get an annulment. erase the existence of a marriage in the first place. now, that may seem harsh, but don’t get him wrong ─ it’s just that there wasn’t much of a marriage to begin with, was there? it’d been days since their impromptu vegas trip, and axel’s memories of the night were still fuzzy as hell. he didn’t remember the chapel they went to. how they got there. how they went to the hotel. how he paid for the room. had he paid for the room? he can only assume he did, not because of credit card transactions ( since he’d checked and there weren’t any ), but because when they left for las vegas, he had a good amount of cash with him. by the time they woke up with a hangover and a bunch of strangers on their room’s floor, there were only a few hundred dolar bills left. lord knows where the others went. the staff hadn’t mentioned anything and he hadn’t gotten any phone calls or notes regarding their stay at the cosmopolitan, so it was fine. even if it wasn’t, he could easily fix whatever problems arouse. that wasn’t the issue. the fact that he was now legally married? that was the issue. couldn’t get an annulment because, well, how do you say ‘we were drunk and high and out of our minds’ without sounding ridiculous? yeah, he could fix it with the right amount of cash if he really wanted to, but it would end up being more troublesome than simply getting a divorce ─ which should be relatively easy. except elias still hadn’t signed the paperwork.

so now he has to stand there in the exercise room while his husband looks like... that. leave it to elias to carry on with his work out routine as if he wasn’t standing right there talking about something very important. and how infuriating was it that axel was torn between wanting to punch him and wanting to fuck him senseless? incredibly infuriating, if you asked him. i’ve been busy. yeah, so infurating. ❝ come on. you can do better than that. ❞ he looks at the ceiling, at the room itself, anywhere but at elias, on the ground, doing push ups. ❝ you don’t look so busy right now, so why don’t you get up and take five seconds out of your day to sign the goddamn thing? ❞ then comes the part that really surprises him. he didn’t want to. axel is not sure he understands what that means, but he doesn’t think he wants to find out, either. it doesn’t stop him from speaking again. ❝ you didn’t want to. why, exactly? ❞ there’s a brief pause before he crouches down in front of him, with the clear intention of getting closer. ❝ elias ─ we are married. you understand that, don’t you? ❞

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COREY SCALZI.

        it was nice for corey to see a familiar face there, even though valdez was a small town and he was sure he would soon see much more than just one known person. But still, it was good for his peace of mind to see a fellow gang member there — the feeling of greater security was inevitable and it certainly suited his unasserted paranoia. corey then smiled at axel, clearly amused by his friend’s words. ❛ little old you indeed, my tiny friend! but let me tell you that you almost got a bullet shaped piercing now. ❜ blue eyes quickly looked around, checking one last time on their safety, before turning to the other man again. ❛ you got to be careful, we don’t want your tiny self to get hurt, right? ❜ corey continued to tease, well aware that axel wasn’t exactly happy about that subjetc. ❛ but let me tell ya, i’m surprised to see you here, among mortals, axel. got hungry? ❜

as always, axel’s gaze narrowed the moment corey called him tiny friend. it wasn’t the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but the annoyance that he felt hadn’t changed. well, that’s not entirely true ─ it had certainly grown and evolved each time it happened. perhaps the worst part was that the difference in their heights was small, or that he would definitely behave the same way if their roles were reversed. doesn’t matter. it’s annoying all the same. ❝ really? ❞ he asks, feigning surprise at corey’s words. takes one paranoid man to know another. ❝ what a shame. i think i would rock a bullet shaped piercing. ❞ he adds, bottom lip sticking out slightly into a semblance of a pout. ❝ do you think you would rock a bullet shaped piercing, corey? maybe we should find out. ❞ the smirk that he offers is sarcastic, but there’s no real malice to it. he doesn’t actually plan on shooting corey, even if sometimes the urge is there. ❝ of course. how could i miss something as lovely as this event? ❞

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STEPHANIE DUBOIS‌.

“i do. i feel very powerful.” stephanie hadn’t realised how good she felt whenever someone used the title doctor. of course, most times it was patients who came to the clinic, because whenever she was at the hospital people addressed her as ‘intern dubois’ which only reminded her how far she was from becoming a real doctor. “you’d still want me? god, sometimes i wonder why i’m dating eli and not you.” the brunette winked at her, putting on her coat and motioning for them to leave the clinic. she was already tired and needed a martini or two inside her. “then we’re doing it. also, we need to go shopping. i don’t have any new clothes. anyway, cass what’s up with you? i haven’t heard you in a week or so.”

cassandra lets out a satisfied hum, smile tugging at her red lips at stephanie’s words. from their first encounter, she had never expected to grow so fond of the medic, but here she was. it was almost easy to forget that they were on opposite sides of this ongoing war, which truly said something about how much she valued steph’s friendship. ❝ you know, now that you mention it... sometimes i do too. ❞ the teasing tone in her voice is unmistakable, only amplified by her expression as she starts walking with the other. ❝ shopping trip, got it. when are you free? ❞ it was easier to work around stephanie’s schedule than trying to find an opening in hers. ❝ actually, i ─ i ran into rio. ❞ rio, the man she’d dated for two years. the man who’d proposed to her. then, the man whose heart she had broken. not her favorite subject. ❝ busy week. ❞

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i queued some replies, more to come tomorrow because i’m forcing myself to go to sleep earlier. with that said... see you later friends. feel free to hmu for plots and threads and all that good stuff.

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HONEY RODGERS‌.

honey wriggles her toes as axel pokes them, shaking her head with a smile. “yeah, i remember, actually. that was good. he deserved it. he was.. not a nice man.” which, surprisingly, was rare for the motel. most of the people they had in there were nice and treated them right. it was the rare few that ruined it for everyone, but they came far and few between, so that was something. she cocks an eyebrow and sits up, reaching forward to close her fingers delicately around his wrist. “i cannot believe you remembered that so clearly. as the last time you smiled. that’s.. some memory you have there.” she stares at him for a moment before she speaks again. “come and sit with me. i feel like a child being told off whilst you’re standing there and staring at me.”

he merely shrugs at her statement, despite the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. surprisingly enough, axel did have a good memory. names, faces, events... those were all easy for him to remember, specially if there was an extra something involved. in this case, it was a unpleasant encounter with a client who shouldn’t have been there in the first place. running into disgusting people was part of the job, just as much as ensuring that said people didn’t harm the escorts. he would never forget that man in particular ( including the information gathered because of the background check he’d done on him ), just as he would not forget any other client. ❝ simply proving a point. ❞ shoulders rise in a shrug again before he’s standing up and making his way towards her, plopping down by her side.  there’s a cheeky grin on his lips as he turns to look at her. ❝ better? ❞

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it was one thing to end up marrying your best friend after a long night of partying in las vegas. axel has seen the movies, the obvious cliché that surrounds the nevada city when it comes to getting drunk and tying the knot when you weren’t supposed to. really, he was sure that divorce attorneys in vegas had their hands full all the time. sure, he never thought he would join the list of people who have gotten hitched in a random chapel somewhere in the sin city, but if he stopped to think about it, it was more surprising that something like this hadn’t happened already throughout their years of knowing each other. however, it was another thing entirely to find out that said best friend was somehow unreachable to lawyers, even though you saw him every day. if anything, axel thought elias would be eager to get this over with. apparently, he thought wrong.

now that it was just the two of them living at the house again, he was a lot more carefree. back to their usual ─ or at least it would be, if not for this newest development. forgive him for being a bit confused. as if whatever feelings he had for elias weren’t unsettling enough on their own. he knew elias was home, his car and bike parked in their respective spots, so he walks through the house in search of him, stopping once he spots his friend in one of the rooms. he’s alone. good. ❝ i’m in a bit of a pickle. figured perhaps you could help me. ❞ axel starts, his way of greeting the other. ❝ see, i just got off the phone. a very... intriguing call. ❞ head tilts to the side as he approaches elias until he stands in front of him. ❝ why haven’t you signed the documents? ❞ // @l-diavole