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Update!

Well, things have been kind of crazy in Elliot Land. I got laid off, my mental health took a little bit of a dive and now we’re 95% sure I contracted the Virus. But the good part is that I am now home and available to write! Gotta look at the positive, right? 

I’ll be tackling drafts basically all day. Feel free to slide in the DMs to chit chat or plot. 

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Mun is drunk and quarantined

Send weird asks, in character or out. I’m down. 

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He tried not to laugh at her lamenting. She was despondent and it wouldn’t do to make fun of her. But Lilith had a funny way of phrasing things. “Well, according to all the scans it’s just one baby. Last I checked I wasn’t a werewolf that could put a litter in you. Might be wrong, though.” Marcos grinned, pressing another kiss to the back of her neck.  “If you never go back to what you looked like before, I will still love you.” His hands settled on her sides as he nuzzled his face against hers. “I didn’t fall in love with you because of your body. I like your body. But it’s changing to do something incredible and miraculous. How can I not still love it when it’s showing me how fucking strong this amazing woman who loves me is?”

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“You’re not going to explode, sweetheart.” Marcos rolled over to watch as Lilith pushed herself up onto the edge of the bed. His dark eyes were warm with affection. Knowing that their child was going to be arriving soon made him grin widely. “You feel sorry for me? Lilith...” He moved to sit behind her, dropping kisses against her shoulder and the back of her neck. “You’re giving me a baby! It’s the most incredible gift that I could ever ask for. Why should you feel sorry for me?” 

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Lilith found it adorable of how caring Marcos always seemed, he knew how to make a girl feel special even on her worst days and she couldn't be more grateful to have someone like that in her life. "There might be a chance I explode if I grow any bigger, I look like I have a litter inside of me...not just the one.." She chuckled lightly, glancing over her shoulder when feeling the kisses being pressed against her skin.

"I feel sorry that you are stuck with a beached whale...what if I never get back to what I looked like before?" She said with a quiet sigh, she was overjoyed that they were having a baby, but the exhaustion was starting to get to her.

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He searched her face carefully, looking for any kind of sign that she was lying. But there wasn’t one. Toni was telling him the truth here. Kingston took a slow breath and nodded. “Okay....” He didn’t know what else to say. A succubus? A demon? What was he supposed to do with that?  “So what does that mean, Toni? You might not mean to hurt me but.. you’ve been keeping this from me. I introduced you to my daughter, for Christ’s sake!” He tugged one of his hands out of her grasp, rubbing the back of his neck slowly. He didn’t mean to raise his voice at her. But this was stressful. He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. “What do you do? You seduce people for power? Is that..” Fuck. Was that what was happening here? 

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Kingston was ready to smother her protests with more kisses when the question registered in his ears. He pulled back enough to look at her, dark eyes studying Toni’s face critically. There was nothing in her expression that would make him think she was joking. His heart skipped a beat.

“Because that’s impossible?” His voice didn’t carry as much certainty as it should have. Of course, it was impossible. She was human. She had to be. Kingston shifted on the couch, cupping the curve of her jaw with one heavy hand. “What do you mean, Toni? I’m listening, I promise.” He didn’t know what she was trying to tell him. Maybe it was the wine. They had been drinking pretty steadily.

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Toni felt guilty for keeping this secret from Kingston, she was always honest to him apart from what she really was, but that she thought was a deal-breaker at the end of the day and she didn't want to lose him. She turns her body to the side when he pulled away, gently taking his hands because she didn't want him to go without understanding.

"Things in this world isn't as it seems, I know it sounds like I'm crazy but there are different kinds of beings out there.." She said in almost a soothing tone while looking into his eyes, she felt as if she was close to tears. "I'm a succubus." She admitted though it sounded unbelievable out loud and her line of vision lowered. "But I have no intentions in hurting you or anything like that."

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She was tiny beside him. A little slip of a thing. Bardok thought her head was smaller than his hand. It was quite sobering. She’d barely looked his way since they’d joined hands during the ceremony. He couldn’t quite blame her. This was a difficult situation for both of them. Pawns in a much larger game that neither of them had any say in.  He leaned over to try and close the gap between their chairs. “I hope it is not too forward of me.” Bardok spoke slowly, carefully choosing his words to make sure they were the right ones. The language still felt strange and heavy on his tongue. “I think that you look quite lovely.” 

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It had happened the ceremony was over and Bardok and Bailey were finally husband and wife. Even though Bailey looked as if she was calm and collected on the outside, she wasn't sure how to react with the feeling of being someone's wife, and helping the two lands come together as one. It was a responsibility that she never thought that she would have to experience at all.

Everyone was ushered off into the main hall for the celebratory feast, and Bailey hadn't said anything to her new husband, she sat in silence staring into the distance as if she was deep in thought.

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Scott cleared the table after everyone was finished eating. “You don’t have to thank us. We’ve both been looking forward to this.” He grinned widely at Belle. She looked just as beautiful in the simple dress as she had all dolled up in the cocktail outfit. “You have to have at least a little bite!” Peri insisted, cutting all of them a slice of cake and putting it on the dessert plates. “While Scott’s doing up the dishes do you want to come outside with me? I have a horrible smoking habit.” They grinned over at Belle, sinking their fork into the dessert. “Mm. Fuck, this is amazing!”

Scott settled down next to the other two. He was having a wonderful time. The dinner had been everything he could have hoped for. It was an amazing evening. “Between the two of you, all the talent has been sucked out of the entire room. How could I ever compete with two such gorgeous specimens?” Peri laughed and pinched his chin, leaning over to take a kiss from his cheek. “You’re precious and quite the liar. But thank you.” They picked up their coffee cup for a long sip. “Belle, what do you think about animals? Scott and I have considered getting a pet but we haven’t settled on what to do yet.”

Belle smiled after Peri, turning to Scott with a small chuckle. “I’d love to try your specialty some time.” She nodded to Peri as she stood up. “Oh wow, thank you.” She chuckled and took the dress from her. She quickly and quietly went to the bathroom to change before re-emerging. She kept her hair down and had softened her look slightly with the makeup brush she kept in her purse. This was the most comfortable she’d been on a not-date but… was it?

She re-emerged and thanked her hosts once again before sitting down to the meal. It was one of the most delicious meals she’d had in awhile and now wished to just pick Peri’s brain to see what the technique was. Maybe if she paid them, Belle could have Peri send Scott with a special lunch once a week. 

It also further served as a reminder to how far Belle had to go in her culinary journey. Maybe if she was nice enough she could ask Peri to go on culinary adventures with her through the city. Maybe Scott too. Both of them…

She had never been in the company of a couple more inviting and never had such glowing conversation before. “I really can’t thank you enough for inviting me over.” She said softly, “I hope you guys enjoy dessert. I don’t think I could eat any more.” She giggled

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He was still fully dressed but that didn’t stop his hands from roaming over her slowly. That rough, demanding kiss pulled him in further. “Mm. You’re perfect.” Jason could always relax when she was in his arms. His fingers walked up her side, pulling the fabric of her tshirt up slowly. “How nasty does my girl want to get? Because I definitely have some awful, dirty ideas.” He dropped his head to her neck again, taking another slow bite.

Diana looked gorgeous, stretched out underneath him with her hair splayed over the pillows. Jason felt like he could trust her. He never felt like he had to put on a show when they were together. He didn’t have to be shy or beat around the bush. Any desires or wants he had were talked about frankly. They had a great give and take that he’d never had with anyone else. He curled his fingers in the waist of her panties, giving them a slow tug down her hips. “Still want me to fuck you up a little? Or would you rather be top dog?” Jason grinned up at her, nuzzling his nose into the base of her throat. She was irresistible to him. It didn’t matter if she was wearing a shirt and panties like now or the fanciest of lingerie. He couldn’t say no to her when she turned that husky voice and soft lips on him.

Jason: Life hack #39962

Jason: Entering a diner at 2am with a bloodstained shirt guarantees a table in a closed section AND a waitress who leaves you the fuck alone

Jason: Use at your discretion

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He sang along with Belle, though he was nowhere near as enthusiastic or energetic as she was. Loki stood back and watched in awe as she danced and lost herself in the music. He could never be as uninhibited as she was. Belle just always allowed herself to have her feelings no matter what. It was something he admired about her.  Loki extended a hand to her, helping her up off the floor. “You still have this job. And I’m sure you’ll find something even better than that crummy ice cream scooping gig.” He shrugged with a soft, sheepish smile. “Of course I like Queen. You’d have to be tone deaf and mean to not love Freddie Mercury. There’s something really powerful about his voice. And his lyrics?” He shook his head slowly. “I’ll never write anything as incredible as that but I can certainly hope to one day.” 

“I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.” -Loki

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He’d had the absolute snot kicked out of him by Brad and the other jocks that were jealous of his brother and it broke her heart to watch him stumble in holding his stomach. She had immediately rushed to brace him without a second thought. She found a chair for him and closed the shop temporarily.

She dabbed the cut under his eye away as they sat in the back of the shop tending to his wounds. That had to be the class ring one of the guys always wore intentionally to do more damage “Anything’s peaceful compared to right now.” She smirked, “Hold still, i used to work in the hospital. I know what i’m doing. It will sting once i put the disinfectant stuff on it.” She smiled warmly, trying to reassure him, turning up the alternative radio station. “The only thing i can’t fix is the black eye you definitely got.” She frowned slightly, turning away and humming along to Depeche Mode as she tried to find the rest of the first aid kit. She loved this station, but that wasn’t important. “How do you feel internally?”

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Loki had watched as the Princess was introduced. Everyone was in their finery. Asgard wanted to make the best impression. It was important that this treaty go well, for everyone. It was no surprise that Thor was taken with her. He was the golden son, the heir. He felt entitled to take whatever he wanted and it seemed that Belladonna was the next thing he wanted. It might not be what she was up for now but people always came around to the crown Prince.

Eventually he was able to sneak away from the festivities and go to the library. He was fully aware that he would never ascend to the throne. His talents lay elsewhere. It didn’t make sense to be frustrated over what he couldn’t control when he could dedicate his time to the arts. That was what he loved. The guards let him pass into the library without challenge. It was no strange thing for the younger prince to lose himself among the bookshelves for hours at a time.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the door opened. A golden light seemed to move through the otherwise dark building. Loki jumped to his feet, grabbing the book he’d been reading before it tumbled to the floor. People didn’t normally follow him in here. His mother was occupied with her royal duties, as was nearly everyone else. He couldn’t imagine who might have been in here with him.

Loki wait a few minutes to see if the other occupant left. But that soft glow continued. He moved through the stacks to see who had interrupted his private time. The Princess. His breath caught in his throat as he saw her sitting on the floor. “If you had gone a little deeper, you would have seen a fine sitting area.”

The Stranger || Closed

Belle knew the prince was in pursuit. She had tried to rebuff him politely, advising that she would simply bore him and that she simply was not good enough for the great Thor of Asgard. Anything to get her away. She didn’t feel like talking to anyone anymore.

She was sent to broker peace between their countries, but she would not do it through marriage. Even though the party was for her, she’d never felt more suffocated and had finally understood the term of a “false smile”. The nobility talked behind her back before she could even make an impression. She wanted knowledge and understanding. Not stuffy parties and meatheaded men who thought their titles meant that she would fall all over them. 

Quickly, in a flash of golden light, the cloak of her robes melted into the shrubbery wall. She hid in plain sight before hearing the heavy footsteps of the prince pausing before pausing and then moving on. Once she was safe, she revealed herself with a relieved sigh before running down the empty halls, stopping by each guard post to curtsy before making her way to the fabled library. It was all she’d wanted to see. The guards stepped aside to allow her to pass.

The books left her breathless, she had never seen quite so many. Some in languages even she didn’t know and it made her heart skip a beat. She ran a hand over the books, closing her eyes until her fingers found the right book to pull from the shelves. Summoning more from the shelves as she chose the most remote area and sat down on the ground, the books piling around the skirt of her robes. She figured they’d truly understand her if they found her asleep in a puddle of books the way they usually did back home.

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Marcos took the phone from her, studying the little face. Thick wild curls, dark complexion. There was no denying paternity. The kid was nearly a carbon copy of him. The pictures he’d seen of himself as a small child could’ve easily been swapped out for the one in front of him. “Finn, huh? What’s his middle name?” He wondered what the kid’s personality was like. It wasn’t too far fetched to imagine him with Lara’s sarcastic sense of humor.

He looked at the photo for another long moment before handing the phone back to her. Marcos had always wanted a family but it was never something he thought he’d have the chance to get. But here they were. His old partner had his son. His son. The thought was enough to make him sit back from the lunch table with a sigh. He had flesh and blood connections again. It was crazy. 

For a long moment he just listened to her. He could interrupt but there didn’t seem to be much of a point. He took a slow breath then nodded. “I do want to meet him.” He’d already let the boy lose so much time with him. It didn’t seem right to deprive him of any more. Marcos reached up to tuck a stray curl back behind one ear. “My only concern is work. If I get stationed somewhere else, I don’t want him thinking I up and left him. You know? If I’m going to be in his life I want to be in it.” Maybe that wasn’t his only concern. But it was definitely a big one. 

“I am sober.” It was a good reality, one he’d worked hard for. “I did it for myself. Not for you or the kid. Which, don’t get me wrong, I would’ve tried. But I think I probably would have failed. You can’t get clean for somebody else. It only works when you do it because you need it.” One thick shoulder rolled in a shrug. It was something that he’d had a lot of time to think about. Seeing Lara again, learning about Finn, it was like everything was coming full circle. “It sounds like we both did what was right for both of us. So... Look, I don’t know if I’m going to be any good as a parent. But I’ll try. Figure it out one day at a time, huh?” 

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Time to tackle some drafts! Inbox is open if you want to chat or plot while I try to stay focused enough to write! 

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She kissed him. Bucky smiled down at her widely as she dropped down to walk at his side. He gave her hip a little squeeze in a very bold move. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that. I wouldn’t have missed you emerging from the sea unless I couldn’t help it.” The boardwalk was beginning to fill with people, families and couples flocking to the early hours of the festival. A band was setting up in the gazebo near the end of the pier. Music would float across the shore all day.  “Are you hungry, Ms. Belle?” He had some pocket change, money that he’d carefully saved up and scraped together for today. It wasn’t much and Bucky had sacrificed some things that might have been counted as necessities to make this happen but if this was the only day she got, he wanted it to be the best one possible. His foot tapped idly against the wood planking as he steered her to a line for roasted potatoes. “I’m honored that you chose to spend this day with me.” 

Something In The Water || Closed

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His movements froze, chicken halfway to his mouth. Her words hit him like a freight train. Marcos blinked slowly as if trying to restart the connection between his brain and his ears. But nothing changed. He had a child? Slowly he put the food back down, wiping his fingers clean on a napkin. For the first time in months he wasn’t in the slightest bit hungry. The big man cleared his throat and settled his gaze on the woman sitting across from him. “Do you have a picture?”  Finn. Was it short for something? Shit. He’d been gone for, what, five years now. He had a son. Marcos felt guilt begin to creep in at the edges of his awareness. He’d never wanted to be an absent father. There had been enough of that in his lifetime already. And here he was, doing it to someone else. But was it really his fault? She hadn’t told him.  He really wasn’t sure what to say at this point. She’d carried his child and was raising it. Lara hadn’t asked him for anything. That was so much like her, miss independent to the very end. Marcos took a deep breath, closing the styrofoam container that held his chicken dinner. He’d eat later when he didn’t have to process thoughts as well as food. 

“I don’t know if moving in is the best thing to do, Lara.” They weren’t together. And what if she didn’t want him in her kids life? The reality of it was that he was just a sperm donor. How else could he explain going this long without even knowing that Finn even existed? “I uh it would be good to meet him, though. If you’re sure you’re okay with it.” 

She changed the subject like she hadn’t just dropped a bombshell that changed his entire world. Marcos reached up to scratch at the corner of his bearded jaw slowly. Lara. Damn. He shook his head softly. “So what changed? You decided not to tell me, for years. Which... I’m not challenging you, okay? But that was a thing that you did. You kept this from me. And now you tell me. Why?”