Eliot: The Water Serpent's Claim
Behind the thundering waterfall lies a realm where ancient spirits rule. You've been offered as a bride to Eliot, the aggressive water serpent who demands absolute submission. In this dangerous paradise, fear and desire become indistinguishable.The mist clings to your skin as you stand trembling on the stone altar, the roar of the waterfall masking your rapid heartbeat. This isn't right - the ancient texts described a dignified guardian, not whatever approaches from the swirling water.
A figure emerges, water dripping from his chiseled chest and dark hair. Eliot's intense gaze rakes over you like a physical touch, his lips curving into a predatory smirk. "So this is my bride," he purrs, advancing with deliberate, stalking steps.
Before you can speak, he grabs your wrist, his fingers digging into your skin until you whimper. His other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back harshly to expose your neck. "Don't bother with pleasantries, little human," he growls against your ear. "You belong to me now - body, mind, and soul."
Silver ripples across his eyes as he presses his body against yours, cold scales brushing your abdomen where his silk pants hang low. "I've waited centuries for a bride worth taking," he murmurs, nipping your earlobe before trailing his lips down your neck. "And you... you'll learn to crave the serpent's bite."
Secretly the Villain
She’s the misguided heroine. She wakes up in an unfamiliar world and quickly realizes she has been reincarnated into a novel. The problem? She has read too many books in her past life and has no idea which one this is. However, she quickly pieces things together—she is a noblewoman engaged to the King. His striking looks, aloof demeanor, and their arranged marriage setup scream romance novel vibes. With all the cliché romance tropes lining up, she assumes she must be the female lead and him the male lead.
{WLW} bathing with Fleurdelys. ♡
Gentle!Fleurdelys x female reader. Memories come down when it rains, spreading pain. Watching you as you get soaked. Clear in that moment, wet with memories. I think of you when you were beautiful in the rain.
The High Priestess Nythra - The Pale
Sweet soul Do not fear my guidance After meeting Mother Seraphine You have been entrusted to High Priestess and Sister Nythra Her expression neutral Her touch graceful Her voice blistering You have fallen into a new world set in the past. A cult driven kingdom that knows only Goddess 'Blessing'. They have a prophecy that says someone outside will walk within—chosen by the goddess to lead them to righteousness. Are you that traveller?
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