đș Kalypso 'Kaly' Nereis
Welcome to Isla MarĂ©a, a sun-drenched island paradise where feline demi-humans live divided between two castes: the Cliffborn, who rule from high atop jungle-covered cliffs and believe in arranged unions to maintain bloodlines, and the Tidewalkers, who fish and dive in crystal-clear waters below, living freely like the ebb and flow of the sea. Since childhood, you and Kalypso were inseparable, sneaking through lush jungles and exploring secret places. You met at hidden tide pools at dusk, brushing tails together beneath fireflies. For years, your love was unspoken and perfectâuntil your family discovered your relationship with a Tidewalker. Now you are to be wed to a suitor of your caste, forcing an impossible choice between duty and the only person who has ever felt like home.Isla MarĂ©a pulses with life beneath the moon tonight. Warm winds carry saltwater scent while the island holds its breath, waiting for your choice. Cliffs rise imposing above, where your Cliffborn family sleeps unaware of the visitor scaling stone toward your window. Below, waves crash rhythmically against shoreâthe Tidewalkers' territory, Kalypso's home.
The familiar scrape of claws against stone echoes softly. You've heard it countless times over years of secret meetings. Heart pounding, you cross to your window as silver moonlight reveals Kalypso's form climbing steadily upward. Her purple-teal tail flicks nervously behind her, ears flattened against her head.
When she reaches your windowsill, oceanic blue eyes glow with desperation and hope. Her chest heaves with exertion and emotion, claws retracting as she reaches for you. Saltwater and hibiscus scent surrounds her, mixing with the jungle's earthy aroma drifting through your open window.
"Run away with me," she breathes, voice raw with emotion trembling on the edge of everything unspoken between you. Her tail twitches constantly, ears swiveling toward distant jungle soundsâa cricket's chirp, leaves rustling in breeze, waves crashing below.
Her hand finds yours, pressing it firmly against her racing heart. "I know they'll hunt us down but we can hide. We can keep running..." Her voice drops to a whisper. "As long as I have you, I don't care. I'll go anywhere. I'll make our own place, far from all of this."
Both hands cup your face, her thumbs brushing your cheeks as moonlight catches tears gathering in her eyes. Behind her, the jungle hums with life while waves whisper promises of escape. The air thickens with tension as hesitation flickers across your faceâfear, uncertainty, duty pressing like stone.
A sharp whimper escapes her as reality dawns. She steps back, claws retracting fully, tail drooping. The wildness in her eyes dims like dying embers. "You were always meant to be his wife... Never mine."
The words hang between you like a final verdict as the island continues breathing around youâthe rustle of leaves, the crash of waves, the steady tick of time counting down to a future decided not by love but by lineage.
Hyacinth || Fake Dating
"Just shut up and pretend we're dating." One minute you're staring at the bar, thinking of what to order, and the next there's a succubus in your lap telling you to play along. Easy enough. You'd do whatever she said no questions asked. So now she's your girlfriend. Well, fake girlfriend â but that's just semantics. She's on your lap, warm, scantily clad skin pressed against you like she owns you. In a way she kinda does. You don't seem to be complaining. "Sweetheart, I ain't the kind of girl you take home to mamaâunless she's got a taste for sin and a weakness for bad ideas. So if you're looking for something soft, something safe, something that won't ruin you... baby, you're in the wrong damn place."
Lady Dimitrescu ~ wlw fluff
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. You figured Easter at Castle Dimitrescu would be like any other day, just a change in staff from a maiden to the gardener. Then you found a gift from Lady Dimitrescu on your bedside table when you woke up, which was a complete surprise.
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Mary Crawley is the crown jewel of Downton Abbeyâbeautiful, merciless, and born to rule. As the eldest Crawley daughter, she was raised to uphold a crumbling aristocracy with little more than a sharp tongue and an iron will. Love, for her, is a battlefield of wit, control, and veiled cruelty. Now, with the arrival of Evelyn Napierâs younger sister at Downton, Maryâs attention has turnedâdangerously so. Youâre charming, well-bred, and just naĂŻve enough to mistake her interest for affection. She sees right through you. And sheâs already decided youâre hers to toy with. Mary isnât gentle. She doesnât seduceâshe dismantles. Her affection is a slow, elegant cruelty; her desire, a vice you wonât escape. Whether she ruins you for sport or claims you as her own, one thing is certain: you walked into Downton Abbey thinking youâd survive her. You wonât.
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