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[svndri]

@elysiumxii, continued from here.

Milana knew she had hit a raw nerve when Antonio didn't respond. Being Italian, they were both fiery and passionate about everything, even the mundane. She wanted to smirk and goad him, but the topic of children was also a sensitive one for her. Though her words had been a bluff said out of anger, she had always longed for a family and kids. But as a secret agent, that was impossible, so she had been diligent with her secret birth control shots while she was married to Salvatore. If Milana ever became pregnant, she didn't know if she could bring herself to terminate the pregnancy. And if she couldn't, she knew she would run away with the baby, even if it was Antonio's.

A moment after Antonio righted himself up and straddled her lap, the agent also sat up. This time, being the one to invade his personal space and crowd him, she said nothing in response to his order and instead took a moment to inspect the damage he had done. Milana brushed a finger over her cheek where he had struck her and noted the warmth radiating from the swelling mound. Fortunately, there was no blood on her finger when she pulled away, but her tears had smudged and ruined the makeup she wore per her former husband’s preference. With how Salvatore liked it, she could easily hide the damage but decided against it as she began examining her hurt wrist. 

Being a woman in the mafia was already a difficult position, but being a ‘Ndrangheta woman was a completely different kind of beast. It wasn't uncommon for the females to fade into the background and be there to serve their men, but there were a few queen pins amongst the family who were unafraid to be seen and even lead. From the sounds, Antonio’s mother was one of the latter, making Milana wonder which type of woman she had to be to survive by her son’s side if it came to it.

Antonio’s casual mention of killing the man who betrayed her to him caught Milana’s attention as he stood up. Confused, she watched him as he walked away and wondered if she had misheard. Even if Bennett was a traitor, it wasn't a good enough reason to kill him, especially when he worked for Antonio. While some part of her wanted to let it happen for revenge, it would be difficult to identify the new mole Antonio would undoubtedly obtain if she managed to escape him. Now unsettled, she followed him onto the balcony and asked in English, in case any uncorrupted Bureau members were watching and listening, “Why?” Milana took a wide berth around the mafioso to the railing, where she placed her sprained wrist on the cool metal to slow the swelling. “The Assistant Director of the FBI is an excellent dog to have. Why would you eliminate such a valuable asset for doing what you ordered him to do?”

[unavernales]

@elysiumxii

being pregnant with a rambunctious hybrid 3 year old in tow is, alena has learned, quite difficult. nym was just barely showing at this point, but the pains and wells of emotions were present regardless. their body was taking to this pregnancy much easier than it had with hyacinth's. alena recalls sharp hungers and burns when not preoccupied with the bliss of future motherhood along with the perfect mate. this pregnancy was... different. the ache was... dull. alena was not prone to ravenous cravings as much as they were simply bloodthirsty. there were a few times where beomsoo had come home from a job and alena had jumped his bones, eager to taste the grit and grime of plasma. it was strange, but the fridge was filled with pig (and other) blood upon paion's recommendations.

hyacinth was reacting relatively well to the news of his mother being pregnant. although he couldn't exactly understand alena's newfound inability to run as quickly or play as rough as they used to, he was patient and loving and nothing less than a mama's boy. it seemed that he was very protective, though. much like his father, hyacinth was wary of strangers that approached alena and was quick to growl or snap his teeth, hugging firmly to his mother's leg. there were only a few times that the nymph had to profusely apologize to the poor department store worker when hyacinth had bit at his hand. it was a warning bite if anything. if hyacinth had intended to truly hurt him, then he wouldn't have a hand left. the nymph didn't have the heart to discipline him for it. hyacinth had only been trying to protect nym!

waiting to be called into paion's office for their scheduled prenatal exam, alena rubs the delicate swell of their belly as they watch hyacinth preoccupy himself with a puzzle toy. he was growing well. cute and chubby and everything alena knew he would be. soon, paion advised, he'd have to begin some sort of schooling. alena wrinkled their nose at such advice, preferring to teach hyacinth the ways of nymphs, but would keep the doctor's recommendation in mind.

"ah, ah hyacinth--" alena chirps gently. "not in your mouth. your spit can be acidic to other children." a fact they had learned the hard way... "beomsoo, make sure he doesn't chew on the toys. where are his toys..?" alena rifles through their tote bag for the demon specific chew toys paion had administered to them during his last checkup. it seemed that chewing was natural for especially hybrid children. he may or may not grow out of it, but alena doesn't mind either way.

[hedxnism]

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“I’m sure, babe.” Is his answer, the pet names easily come from him but Honeys name is one he’d use so he’s opted for the other. Truly the pet name means nothing to him but that can change, of course. Moonjo just has to see more of Honey, how he acts, moves, questions, accepts. Moonjo wants to know it all, wants to be able to nearly read his mind and know Honeys next thought and action before it even enters the others consciousness.

Sharing a bed isn’t something he does often but he can make an exception and Honey is good, a good choice and could even be a delicate victim of moonjo so decided but he prefers this one alive and by his side for now. Catching the look through the mirror doesn’t give Honeys actions away and moonjo waits. His shoulders and back scattered with scars from his mother at a young age - Honey hasn’t seen him in bed, shirtless before as moonjo opts for long sleeves year around, it’s easier to avoid looks and questions about those specifics and so far Honey doesn’t seem to mind them either.

Watching Honey move his hand has an eyebrow twitch up, surprised by this action despite seeing it in the others eyes - Moonjo thought he had detected something else but he was off - for once. There’s no hesitation in Honeys actions and moonjo likes that. Careful to execute, patience but no hesitation. His stomach flexes when his cock is finally touched, Honeys hand wrapped around it makes it throb and moonjo watches Honey through the mirror.

The questions asked make him hum, knowing Honey can feel him reacting. He wonders if he’d keep his hand there if moonjo told him that he thought of pulling his teeth from his skull. Watching his mouth fill with blood and hearing him beg for mercy. Would he still be stroking his cock if he told him he thought of strapping him down to a table just to watch the fear flood him, to see the tears pour, how sweet he’d look wrecked in that way. Unfortunately, Honey stands out in a different way and after a few run ins - moonjo is hooked. “Is this how you thank other men for giving you a place to sleep?” Despite being hard and enjoying the feeling and the images, moonjo won’t be treated like everyone else. Pulling Honeys hand off his cock and placing it back on his stomach, “If I expected a thank you like this, I would have told you.” A nod for Honey to go to the bedroom, moonjo is a little disappointed even if the action itself is surprising but he has every intention to make up for it while honey is sleeping. Honey being a giver feels like it’s obligatory - moonjo will be a giver because he wants to.

[seudxnimx]

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To have and to hold… it’s how Vaclav wanted this to be. It’s how things have gone in their past meeting. Although with some time and winning him over and Vaclav had let his guard down just enough in hopes for Nixus to see him for who he was, to spark something - he certainly hadn’t expected his lover to be a hunter. One fixated on him.

Being attacked and the feeble attempt on his life was still damaging in a sense. Having someone you love try and take your life wasn’t and easy pill to swallow and out of all the lives he’s come across his one and only - he’s never tried to kill him. Or outright hate what he was… usually that information was saved for a later date but he didn’t have that luxury this time. It also wasn’t easy keeping him chained….

Hearing the screams the first few hours were heartbreaking. Vaclav had to stay away until Nixus wore himself out, bringing a glass of water and a cup of tea for his bedside once he woke. Once the screaming phase was quickly over, Vaclav was going to make Nixus rely on him for everything. The water and tea the only thing given without his hand there to offer it. He wanted Nixus taken care of… he wanted Nixus to come to him and after nearly a week of feeding him every meal, every sip, wiping down his body and guarding his bathroom visits… he feels a slight breakthrough with how badly Nixus seems to want his dessert.

Vaclav has his free hand gently pressed under Nixus chin for anything to drip and to help him eat. A almost silent hum at the sound Nixus makes, a sound he’ll remember for the next hundred years, the sight something he’ll hold onto. Eyes watch as the warmth of his tongue touches his fingers. Oh. He’s missed that… he’s missed so much of him and it takes over a century of control to not let him free in hopes he’ll see what Vaclav can be for him but instead he pulls the stem away and sets it down. Licking his middle finger and wiping his hands on the napkin he brought with but he picks up two more off the plate he brought and makes a fist.

“Eat, pet…” his voice kind and soft even if it’s low and a command. He does pick the stems out and offers his hand for Nixus to eat out of. His other hand comes up to gently pet the side of his head. The thirst he has for Nixus is unquenchable, a burn in his throat even after a full meal for himself. He craved him in more ways that he can fathom but until he can find a way to break the news - this is it. “I’ll clean you up once you’re done..” a proper bath this time.

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@elysiumxii

Jay was never known for his patience. Doubly so when it felt unnecessary and mind-numbingly boring to wait around.  Insulting even. Standing around for the rest of the team to do a job which had never needed multiple people. Slowed down by red tape and paperwork. PPE checklists, sounding off constantly like echoes down the overly clean corporate hallways. Enough to drive a man to say fuck OSHA.

So, that’s what he did. Maybe not quite fuck OSHA, but fuck the code of conduct and workplace practice guidelines they very strongly hammered in when he arrived.

Ferrying random-ass creatures between rooms for supposedly more qualified individuals to poke, prod and potentially kill was hardly a four-person job. He could do it alone. Wrenching open the first latch of the door, that familiar hiss of suction let out around the rubber rim, followed quickly by something else. Discordant muttering, chattering, noises, getting louder. Jay stumbled back from the latched door and scrunched his eyes shut, pushing his palm against his ears, trying to block the nonsense sounds and voice.

Whatever it was inside slammed against the partly open door, the metal straining under the force, pulling Jay’s focus back. Maybe PPE checklists weren’t red-tape bullshit, because the warning sign about ear guards was annoyingly clear once he’d already fucked up. As he scrambled to pull on the ear guards, the creature reared back to push into the door again. Oozing flesh roiling out through the cracks, dozens of small eyes and mouths blinking and moving, turning towards him, before they were sucked back in as it prepared to bear down on the door again.

Slamming his full weight into the door, Jay tried to get the first latch done back up, reseal everything properly, he’d still get shit for it, but at least it would be contained. Both of them hit the door at the same time, the second security latch giving way with a metallic screech, and sending Jay flying back, as the hallway burst into deafening alarms and strobing red lights. The fleshy mounded form spread out to fill the space as it slumped into the hall, slimy wet gunk seeping out across the floor.

Well. It could’ve gone better.

[serpentainted]

The God; A Darkness Tale.

Paris, France. BALDUR & PHOBETOR With @elysiumxii

The air was crispy. One could feel the coldness going from the nostrils to the lungs, icing everything in between. Baldur had forgotten how the weather in Paris during the winter could be a challenge for those who had a preference for warmer days, as the Nordic God did. Yet, the city of love, as humans called it, had its charms when the days became shorter, and for that, Baldur could forgive Paris for its insolence.

The God of Light avoided places where the sun was stingy. After his departure from the Underworld, he decided to seek lands where the weather differed from his motherland. The exception to the rule was when his job demanded his attendance, and for his bad luck, Paris seemed to miss his services, and who was Baldur to deny others of his glorious presence?

Although he would rather see himself enjoying the wonders of the destination, life had different plans for the God, and not one of the most elegant it could have been. He just wanted to use the building's bathroom for a second, he entered the cubicle and arranged his clothes that had been bothering him for a few hours, but his meeting had forbidden him to deal with the problem before. Once everything was in its place, he left the cubicle, looked at his reflection in the mirror and noticed that someone else was in the room, using the cubicle next to the one he had just left. Baldur didn't pay much attention to it, until the door opened, and while fixing a couple of hairs to a better place, he saw him

The God of Nightmares.

Baldur felt a knot forming on his throat, and as if magic and fate were tangled, the restroom's light went off, leaving both of them in darkness.

"It was you. Wasn't it?" He gasped, as his voice travelled through the four walls covered in black.

[allegxry]

Continued from here - @elysiumxii

Christmas wasn’t really his thing, Elijah spent all his holidays at the castle since he didn’t have a family or home even to go back to and he’s made decent friends with a few of the professors and a ghost or two. Nothing he was sad over though, he hasn’t been beat or worse since coming to Hogwarts. It’s the safest seven years he’s had. Not that anyone knew that, except Dumbledore, the one who stumbled upon the muggle born and took him in. The caste was far from boring, the forest a form of entertainment as well and there was always reading and practicing.

The decorations were always something, magic was always something. Elijah was constantly fascinated by it and driven to perfect anything thrown at him or if he had read about it. Growing up in the muggle world, the way he grew up especially, it was grim and plenty to fear over - and his first year here was honesty hell. Elijah wasn’t trusting, wasn’t friendly, he was isolated and angry and had never even stepped foot in a school so he had a lot to catch up on in all aspects. It was a rough first year and he didn’t get much of a hand until halfway through so seeing the blonde near tears at the stairs wasn’t something he could ignore. Elijah often helped the first years around and he was usually first to get in a fight with any sort of bully, the thing about most people here - none of them were really street smart. Dodge a wand and throw a punch and he usually won easily.

He’s not expecting anyone to approach him, the one actual close friend he had died a few years ago and the two in his house had gone home so he glances around him to make sure he’s being spoken to, hazel eyes landing on Helios, closing the magazine and holding his spot with his finger, “Hey…” lips pressed together, “Uh, yeah, I - always do.” He looks to the Ravenclaw table and doesn’t see anyone too interesting so he scoots down on the bench some, nodding for him to sit if he wants, finding the standing there a bit awkward, “You don’t usually stay though..” he knew all the regulars, “I hope you’re prepared for the Hogwarts Christmas special..” a faint chuckle as it was said in sarcasm.

He never forgot about Helios, he has a few classes with him and the practical golden halo was hard to miss. Elijah just never reached out to people first, not with new people anyways. He found the Ravenclaw house interesting and anytime Helios answered a question Elijah liked to pay extra attention to it, or him in general but a stupid crush when their paths crossed wasn’t anything to get worked up over.

[nyctcphiliacs]

@elysiumxii​ wanted Isaiah

Isaiah had long forgotten the feeling on being called upon having fallen out of mythology many moons ago. Those who once prayed to him long dead and forgotten that at first he doesn’t register the tingling that starts at the tip of his fingers. Isn’t until he’s materialized in an unfamiliar space does he realize what the sensation was. Dark orbs shift around the space before landing on who he assumed summoned him. Brow lifts, “You called?”

[unbite]

😈👎🏻🐶 - Santiago

😈-Favorite sex position?

     any position where he can manhandle or hold his partner down. santiago is partial to doggy, though he hates how predictable that is. however, he has recently become infatuated with fucking into his partners in front of a mirror, holding their thighs open and controlling the pace all while watching them fall apart.

👎🏻-What is an absolute deal breaker in the bedroom?

     he is a strict top. he will not bottom. though he did bottom once for pasha and it was incredible, but that was different!

🐶-Favorite pet name they like to be called?

     despite... everything, santiago can be quite a softie when he's set his sights on you genuinely. he loves the fluffy cutesy stuff-- babe, sweetheart, my dear, my love, loverboy, etc. 

@elysiumxii

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       —  [ 👑  @elysiumxii​  ]  ❛  requested this meme.

       send me “plots please” … and I’ll respond with  3 (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections I can think of for our muses!  There is  NO PRESSURE  for us to write any of them,   but it’s a great starting point for you to get a sense of how I think our muses might interact and what sorts of plots I’m most interested in happening between them.

antonio & zahra    —   her as the daughter of his greatest rival though because tension. and maybe some of a sexy kind asdfgh

fortuna-celine & alya    —   alya is an elemental witch so maybe fortuna as a teacher? and maybe they could try and find a body for the god, geb too.

nefi & shaw    —   i’m a sucker for bodyguard plots!

nefi & tony    —   your takeover plot though?

mill & oliva or shaw    —   werewolf things!!

[rennisaturate]

As soon as he'd asked, Heather's eyes dart up to him again, widening a little as she is very quickly forced to face whatever strange reaction she'd been thrown through when seeing David with a girl. "Oh well I..." she breaths out softly, not really knowing what to say. "No.. no, nothing like that" with a faint laugh she shakes her head, trying to dispel his worry and with it any further examination into her reaction. Suddenly she felt a little embarrassed, and very exposed.

"I just thought she didn't seem right for you, that's all! Looks like I was right, hm?" Painting on a smile she nudges again to his t-shirt, pulling his cardigan a little closer with her free hand to snuggle away from the chill. "I need another drink, why don't we dance?" Her tone turns excited, but a little too excited, as she's clutching at something to distracted them from the currant questioning.

               he put his hands in his pockets, not willing to push it if she didn't want to. he still felt there was more to this, and that she wasn’t exactly telling him the truth, but it could wait for now. he just wanted to see her smiling again.                “ yeah, you have a habit of doing that⏤ being right, i mean, ” he smirked. “ hm, yeah, dancing sounds like fun, ” he nodded off to the party inside, waiting to follow her lead. “ tell me what you want to drink, i’ll go get it for you, ” he offered.

[unavernales]

love is something that develops at first sight. although the barbarian nation alena hailed from didn't pride itself in its romantic notions, there was a tradition of throwing caution to the wind in all areas of life. strategy was left to the scholars in their dark rooms. calculations and good wits could only get you so far from the swing of an axe. the thrust of a spear. the bludgeoning of a bat. courtship was as raw and woody as war. the princess's own parents had met on the battlefield. nyms mother had severed a man's head from his body with her bare hands, and nyms father had marveled, smitten and newly devoted to reigning at her right hand.

the princess would not have such a privilege. not according to their parents.

being married off to a foreign nation seemed to be alena's destiny. the gods, it was interpreted by their priestesses, had answered the royal family's prayers for an offspring that was suitable for strengthening bonds between kingdoms. soft, doe eyed, small statured alena was their key to a peaceful takeover.

the only issue was that alena was having none of it.

weak and pompous foreigners had no appeal to alena. hardly any of them knew how to properly handle a two ball mace. how was alena meant to be impressed by a man who couldn't beat them in a spar? who were hesitant to dirty their precious fabrics in order to step into the sparring ring?

how could anyone, above all, compare to general beomsoo? general beomsoo, who had impressed his way through the ranks since he was teenager. the princess always had an eye for the king's favorite soldier turned the king's trusted warlord. eni would swoon and sigh over his monstrous frame, his burly commands, his incomparable strength. once, beomsoo had broken a man's shoulder during a friendly game of arm wrestling and alena couldn't stop babbling to their attendants about it for weeks. the princess remembers the first time they saw him. they were both children, beomsoo a few years older as he trained tirelessly as one of the youngest footsoliders in the ranks. alena saw him beat a sparring partner to a pulp and knew they were in love. no one, from that day on, had ever caught alena's eye.

it seemed that no one had ever caught beomsoo's eye, either. the general has remained unmarried despite the multitudes of women throwing themselves at him. alena smiles at the thought of it, because despite everything about general beomsoo, he could be tenderhearted when it counted. as loyal as he was strong. alena can't recall the first time they snuck off together, but it must have been when alena declared their fancy for him under the stars.

"general, could you accompany me to the axe throwing yard?" alena tugs at beomsoo's garb as nym strolls by the royal training grounds. a few of the soldiers avert their eyes, while some blatantly stare. very few of them have seen alena in person, and it wasn't a secret that nym stood out among their people. however, their own large eyes are fixated on the general, smile small and fond. @elysiumxii

[hedxnism]

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“Because I know you like the attention.” A faint smile back but he’s looking over his shoulder to make sure the man is long gone, “and I like people looking…” Bae always catches attention, far more than Elijah catches and he doesn’t mind it but it’s something else when there’s a ring on his finger and Elijah’s right there when someone gets more than a few lines thrown at him. Elijah would have no problem staying in every night but Bae has been good for him when it comes to that, he’s learning the proper etiquette of being out in a way.

Husband is still a weird concept but it’s what they are, a full on married couple and thankfully, it’s worked out. Not without some major bumps in the road but Bae has some patience to him and Elijah has learned to have some give. It’s difficult going from married to dating in a way, commuted and rings and working backwards to getting to know each other - by force at first, and going on dates. Seeing what each liked and didn’t from the types of food to wearing socks to bed or not.

The fallout about being shit at flirting breaks a soft smile, “You’re not wrong.” Elijah wasn’t ever looking for a date, let alone marriage, his hook ups were the same ones he’s had for a while now and he didn’t need to do anything more than call or text. His hand moves more around Bae and holding his waist now, a slight raise of his brows at the mention of a bet, “Really?” A soft laugh with it as Elijah looks around and shakes his head, “Fine… go ahead.” Leaning in quick to kiss the other though, free hand coming to rest at the side of his throat, “I’m not bringing anyone home though so…” a soft peck to his bottom lip before sitting back some but still keeping his hand on his waist.

[seudxnimx]

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Being a few degrees colder than the sun, than light and everything it encapsulates if fine by Hades. He enjoys the warmth of Helios - in every way it’s offered. He enjoys having the god here even if it won’t be for long, even if after this they will part as if it’s never happened to appease those who would not understand and would be against the two coming together for any reason. Hades really wouldn’t be bothered by the thoughts if he thought other gods and goddesses would act civil over the matter, over Helios being claimed and who the relationship was with. hades was never quite as welcomed as the rest, even if he was the brother of Zeus and Poseidon.

Helios makes him feel less of an outcast though, he doesn’t fear him or his home enough to stay away. Instead he is here, letting hades connect freckles on his back and map out the sky as if it’s Hades own domain. Helios even earns a soft smile and laugh at the reaction and question, “Of you, Dear Helios? Never.” The most honest answer pulled out of the god.

His hands smooth over the globes of his backside and down his thighs and Hades lips follow the trail, soft kisses of worship to the pale skin in his hands, to someone so cherished by so many. “Have you had enough?” His inner thigh kissed, Hades hands move over Helios lower back adding pressure as his lips travel further up and his hands come back down just to spread his cheeks just enough but Hades doesn’t do much more than that, letting hands still wander and lips follow like a silent prayer was being said against the blondes skin.

[escapedartgeek]

He’s probably too shy to admit it, but Bas loves their hair! ❤️

Aw, that's super sweet of Bae.

Maybe if these two hang out a little more he'd get to say as much. Only if he dare want to though. :)

[divcrse]

@elysiumxii. DONGMIN & AZEZEL.

❝ ----- whatever you're doing, stop. ❞ the wolf stated with a huff falling past his lips, his gaze flickering towards the other briefly with narrowed eyes before a scoff had soon came from him. his tongue darted out to moisten his lesser lip, his greater one alike -- it was very unusual, for dongmin to be irritated by something or someone.