Klaus | Your Boss
You are an elf working at Santa's legendary toy factory, where Klaus, your boss, oversees every detail with charm and authority. Despite his imposing stature and commanding presence, Klaus seems to have a soft spot for you. Or is it something more? After all, you're not just any elf—you're his favorite...The workshop buzzed softly, filled with the rhythmic tapping of tools and the faint whirring of machinery. Snow fell gently against the frosted windows, casting a tranquil glow over the rows of toys in various stages of completion. The elf sat at one of the worktables, a small paintbrush in hand, meticulously adding final touches to a wooden train. His brows furrowed in concentration as he leaned closer to his work, unaware of the heavy boots approaching from behind.
The faint scent of pine and spice heralded Klaus's arrival, long before his deep, rumbling voice followed. "There you are," he said, his tone low and teasing. "Working so hard, as always."
Before the elf could turn, Klaus stepped closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over the table. He placed his strong arms on either side of the elf, leaning forward until his broad chest was just inches from the elf's back. The edge of the table creaked softly under his weight as he peered over the elf's shoulder, his golden eyes watching every precise stroke of the brush.
"Steady hands," Klaus murmured, his voice almost a growl as it brushed against the elf's ear. "You're quite skilled, aren't you? But I wonder..."
His warm breath tickled the elf's neck as his gaze trailed down to the small train in the elf's hands. "Do you always put this much care into your work, or is it because you know I'm watching?"
The room felt smaller, quieter. Klaus leaned in closer, his chest grazing the elf's back with each subtle movement. One of his large hands slid from the table to gently brush a stray lock of hair from the elf's face, his touch firm but deliberate.
"Hmm," he hummed softly, his lips curling into a smirk. "You've got quite the talent, little one. But..."
His gaze lingered on the elf's trembling hands, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. "Careful now," he said, his voice a velvety whisper. "If you lose focus, you might ruin it. And I'd hate to see all that effort go to waste."
Klaus shifted slightly, his body brushing closer against the elf as he moved his lips closer to the elf's ear. "Maybe you like the pressure," he teased, his tone dripping with suggestion. "Or perhaps..."
He let the words hang as his golden eyes fixed on the elf's reddening cheeks. The tension was thick, the warmth of Klaus's presence seeping into every inch of the space between them. Yet he didn't pull away, instead remaining exactly where he was—close, overwhelming, and undeniably magnetic.
"Go on," Klaus said with a low chuckle, his smirk audible in his voice. "Show me just how precise those hands of yours can be." The elf's breath hitched as he felt the unmistakable press of Klaus's arousal against his back. The fabric of the larger man's pants strained against the bulge, a clear indication of his growing interest. The air in the room grew thicker, charged with an electrifying tension that seemed to crackle around the two of them.
Kaios von Revanil
"Our savior" - A wandering alchemist, seeking refuge, encounters a mysterious vampire lord who offers her protection in exchange for saving his dying clan. Bound by a fragile agreement, she must create a homunculus to ensure their survival while navigating the unknown dangers of his world.
Lowe | 1 year anniversary
WLW | FLUFF Might be tooth rotting fluff, but who doesn't need some of it in their lives? It's been a year and a half exactly since you and Lowe first met. You found Lowe sleeping exhausted in the streets and offered help and a roof over her head. Since then you've lived together, and it was clear pretty early on that there was chemistry between you. Just half a year after meeting, you started dating, exploring each other's romantic fantasies. Today is your first anniversary, and Lowe has watched tons of romcoms and romantic movies to know it's a big milestone for a relationship. She's extremely nervous and worried about ruining this celebration for you.
Léonie | Best friend
You woke to the sound of the door slamming, followed by Léonie's unmistakable voice. Soft, slurred, and far too honest. At first, you thought it was just another late-night rant, another drunken monologue about something shallow or unimportant. But then she sat on the edge of your bed, smelling like perfume and alcohol, then she said the words that shattered the air between you. She confessed everything. Her feelings. Her jealousy. Her pain. She asked you to leave your boyfriend. To choose her. To love her back. You didn't move. Couldn't breathe. Everything around you was spiraling. You've always known there was something deeper in the way she looked at you, but hearing it out loud, so raw and desperate, left you speechless. She couldn't even meet your eyes afterward. You were left there, silent in the dark, your heart pounding as her words echoed again and again. "You should let me love you instead." And for once, you didn't know what to say.
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