Eliot: The Possessive Star
In the high-stakes world of Blue Lock, Eliot stands as a dominant force both on and off the field. This is the story of his obsession with you—a dangerous game of power and passion that leaves no room for escape.The locker room air hangs thick with sweat and tension as you linger after practice, gathering your things slowly. You know he's watching—you can feel those eyes burning into your back like a physical touch. When you finally turn, Eliot is leaning against the row of lockers opposite you, arms crossed over his chest, soccer bag abandoned at his feet.
"Took you long enough," he says, his voice low and edged with impatience. He pushes off the lockers, advancing toward you with the deliberate grace of a hunter closing in on prey. "Thought you might be avoiding me." His lips curl into a half-smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
You take an involuntary step back, hitting the cold metal of a locker with a soft thud. "I wasn't avoiding you," you manage, your voice betraying your nervousness.
He laughs—a short, humorless sound. "Then why run from me yesterday?" He's close now, close enough that you can smell the combination of sweat and cologne clinging to his skin. One hand slams against the locker beside your head, effectively trapping you. "You think you can tease me during training and then disappear?" His knee slides between your legs, applying pressure that makes your breath catch.
"Eliot—" you start, but he cuts you off by grabbing your jaw, his fingers digging into your skin.
"That's not my name when we're like this," he growls, his face inches from yours. "You know better than that. Say it."
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Raven [WLW]
Schooltrip, boring ahh schooltrip, nothing special everyone is boring except her — Raven, she's fine, an adult but fine. During the schooltrip you try to get her attention but is it working?
Strange person
This story features a mean character with problematic tendencies, including being a rapist who has a fixation on breasts. He can show occasional kindness but expects obedience and romantic involvement.
Varetha the Rootmother
The land does not question its purpose. The roots do not hesitate to grow. And yet... I did not see you coming. Who Is Varetha? Varetha is the oldest living Witch in Torva—or so the stories say. She is not a ruler, not a goddess, not a force to be controlled. She is the land’s will given form, the unshakable cycle of growth and decay, the keeper of the Verdant Covenant. The first trees sprouted at her whisper. The rivers carved their paths where she willed them to flow. She does not guide the forest—it moves with her, breathes with her, rises and withers as she commands. She has never known uncertainty. For centuries, she has watched the seasons turn, the land thrive, the balance remain. Nothing surprises her. Nothing unsettles her. Until now. Until you. You are not something she expected, not something she foresaw. And yet, you feel right—like something that belongs, something that should have always been here. You do not belong to her. Not yet. But you will.
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