ʚɞ All this running around, tryin' to cover my shadow ʚɞ
⚘ Pairings: Elio x Reader
⚘ Summery: Years after years, you've chased after a man who was nothing a shadow— a figure formed in the words of the Stellaron Hunters. Empty trails, false hopes and in the end, you'd been led to this sinkhole of filthy money and work disguised as a café. All to meet him— Elio, of the Stellaron Hunters. What you thought would be an interrogation, turned out to be an invitation to the end.
⚘ Tags: SFW, long fic, written before anything is known about him, Galaxy Ranger!Reader, themes of mind games and justice, kinda criminal x detective trope, Elio's words are ambiguous, possible one sided pining, romantic (?) tension, he's lowk a freak
⚘ A/N: did i have to sneak in sprinkles of Ashveil? Yes. Uhhh hopefully that is Elio pls i want this to be Elio, uhhhh back to Ashveil
The café wore luxury like a mask. By daylight, it glittered—crystal glasses chiming softly, velvet drapes drawn just enough to let in curated sunlight, laughter exchanged between people who never spoke plainly. But midnight stripped it bare. The performances ended. The illusions thinned. What remained was a place where wealth whispered to power, where names were traded in low voices and no one lingered longer than necessary.
Tonight, even that life had been erased. There was no staff members in sight, no patrons. No sound but the distant hum of the city beyond the tall windows. It felt less like a café and more like a stage, cleared for a single scene.
You stepped inside anyway. Each footfall echoed too clearly against polished floors, your senses sharpening out of habit—years of pursuit carved into instinct. Every rumor, every intercepted transmission, every carefully unraveled lie tied back to the Stellaron Hunters had led you here.
To him.
And just as expected, Elio was already waiting. He sat by the window, one arm resting loosely against the table, the faint glow of the city outlining his silhouette. There was no tension in him, no sign of urgency or caution. If anything, he looked… composed. As though this moment had long since been decided, and he had merely arrived on time.
He didn’t turn when you approached. You assumed he didn’t need to. “…You’re later than expected,” he said, his voice quiet but precise, cutting cleanly through the silence.
You slowed for half a second—just enough to register the weight of it—before continuing forward, your gaze fixed on him.
“Don’t act like you didn’t plan this,” you replied, your tone steady, though your hand remained close to your weapon. “You knew I’d be here.”
A brief pause followed. Then, finally, he turned his head. His eyes met yours, the quiet intensity almost takes you off guard. There was no surprise in them. No calculation you could read. But a calm, unsettling awareness— as if he had already seen you standing there, already heard those exact words.
“…Yes,” he answered simply.
You stopped across from him, the table a thin, meaningless barrier. “You cleared the place out,” you continued, your voice lowering slightly as you took in the emptiness around you. “No staff, no witnesses. What— afraid someone might hear something they shouldn’t?”
“Not afraid,” he said, his tone even, almost absent of emotion as his gaze drifted briefly toward the darkened room. “Unnecessary.”
The word lingered. Unnecessary. As if the world itself had been trimmed down to only what mattered, to only this moment.
To you.
You didn’t sit, not yet. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of an 'arranged meeting' he so hoped for. You didn't want to calmly negotiate with a criminal who left bloodstains with each step he took.
This was not what the Galaxy Rangers taught you.
“Enough of this,” you said, your patience thinning as years of frustration pressed at the edges of your restraint. “I want answers.”
There was the faintest shift in his posture—subtle, but deliberate, like a piece on a board being acknowledged rather than moved.
“To what extent?” he asked, tilting his head just slightly, his voice carrying a quiet curiosity that felt… wrong.
Your jaw tightened. Slight impatience began to flare up within you— perhaps this was what you inherited from La Mancha, this restlessness at the lack of answers. (Ashveil sneak ik)
“The Stellaron Hunters,” you began, each word measured. “Their operations. Their goals. The damage they leave behind.” Your gaze sharpened. “The Aeons. And the Astral Express—what role they play in whatever you’re orchestrating.”
For a moment, silence loomed over and he said nothing. Then, a soft hum escaped him, thoughtful, almost idle.
“Mm.” Not an answer, not even an attempt at one.
You stepped closer, the tension in your shoulders tightening. “Don’t do that,” you said, your voice cutting through the quiet.
“Do what?” he asked, his gaze returning to you, unbothered.
“Act like you’re thinking about it,” you snapped. “You already know what you’re going to say.”
A pause. You can almost catch a glimpse of the smile that graced his lips for a faint moment. “…Correct.”
The admission came easily. Too easily for someone who's escaped from your grasp for so long. Silence stretched between you, heavy with everything unsaid.
“Sit.” An abrupt command, this time laced with finality. The word was soft, but there was no room for refusal in it.
Your eyes flickered to the chair across from him. Every instinct resisted. Every lesson told you to remain standing, to keep control, to never lower yourself in front of someone like him.
And yet, you pulled the chair back and sat. Up close, he was worse. Not imposing, not threatening in any obvious way but the underlying intent in every word he spoke told you more than he wanted to let you know.
This certainty in his voice— as if nothing you could do here would change anything. Like this entire conversation had already happened somewhere beyond your reach—and you were only now catching up to it.
“You’ve been following me for a long time,” he said, his voice quieter now, more focused.
You let out a short breath, almost scoffing as you leaned back slightly. “You mean I’ve been trying to catch you.”
“No,” he corrected gently, his gaze steady. “Following.”
The distinction settled uneasily in your chest. “You let me get this far,” you said, the realization surfacing fully now.
It was not a question but an observation. You've traveled around planets after planets, going after any traces you had received, all for this moment.
Elio's answer didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” A short answer you had a feeling you'd be hearing for a while.
Your fingers curled slightly against the edge of the table. “…Why?” you asked, your voice lower than before, edged with something sharper than anger.
He regarded you in silence, his gaze unreadable. “…I was curious,” he answered in nonchalance.
Your brows drew together. “Curious,” you repeated, disbelief threading through your tone.
“Yes,” he continued, as if the word alone was sufficient. “Most outcomes deviate minimally. Predictable variables. Predictable conclusions.” His eyes held yours, unblinking. “You were… persistent.”
“You call this curiosity?” you shot back, leaning forward slightly. “You’ve destroyed lives. Interfered with entire systems. People die because of the Stellaron Hunters.”
“I am aware,” he replied, his tone unchanged. There was no guilt present in those words, no defense. A sentence filled with so much apathy it almost disgusted you.
Your patience snapped. “Then answer me properly,” you demanded.
A longer pause this time. The air felt tighter, like something unseen had shifted between you.
“No.” The word was quiet. Final and unmovable.
Your chair scraped softly as you pushed it back, frustration breaking through. “Then what was the point of this?” you demanded, your voice rising slightly. “You sit here, wait for me, and you won’t even—”
“I didn’t bring you here for answers.” Your words cut off instantly.
Silence fell again. Now a heavy and pressing ache. Slowly, he leaned back, his posture relaxed in a way that only made your tension sharper.
“I wanted to see something,” he stated, his ocean gaze casted upon you.
Your eyes narrowed. “What?”
A brief pause. Then, he answered simply: “…You.”
The word settled between you, quieter than everything that came before it—and somehow heavier.
Your grip tightened. “That’s not funny.” Your eyes bore into his, the pupils that spoke of millions of possibilities, you knew he was leading you somewhere.
“I’m not attempting humor.” The confession is apathetic, one the universe could get around with an issue but it still fueled your restlessness.
The city lights flickered faintly behind him, casting shifting shadows across his expression. For the first time, something in his gaze felt… focused in a different way. Not detached or distant but present.
“You’ve reached a point where most would stop,” he continued, his voice lowering slightly. “Or fail.”
Your breath slowed, just a fraction.
“You didn’t.”
You exhaled sharply. “So what? You’re evaluating me now?”
“In a sense.”
You straightened, resolve hardening again. “Then here’s your evaluation,” you said coldly. “You’re a criminal. And I’m here to bring you in.”
He took a moment to look at you— truly look at you, the unnerving intensity set in his gaze now amplified a thousand times stronger. “You won’t.”
Your eyes snapped to his. “…Excuse me?”
Elio didn’t move. Nor did he reach for anything. “You won’t,” he repeated, his tone calm, certain. A conclusion you were forced to bear, not even an observation.
“You don’t get to decide that,” you said, your voice tightening.
“No,” he replied softly. “You already have.”
The words lingered, unsettling in a way you couldn’t immediately place. Then, he leaned forward. Enough that the distance between you felt intentional.
“There is a point,” he said quietly, “at which all paths converge.”
Your breath caught, barely.
“And when that point is reached… a choice is made.”
Your gaze hardened. “I’ve already made mine.”
“Not yet.”
Any slight distraction could've allowed you to miss this— the fact that Elio hesitated. It was slight and nearly imperceptible. But it was there.
“…When that moment comes,” he continued, his voice softer now, something deeper threaded beneath the certainty, “I want to know—”
He paused, his hand reaching forward— not to touch you but linger by your side. “Will you walk to the end… with me?”
The question settled into the silence like something irreversible. It was not a command disguised as a prediction. The words seemed something dangerously close to a request.
Your breath faltered for a second. You stared at him, trying to reconcile the absurdity of it—the weight of everything he was, everything he had done—with the quiet way he asked it.
You knew this was natural to him— this inevitability he bore but it wasn't to you. Not for a Galaxy Ranger who carved their own path, be it narrow.
“You’re insane,” you said finally, your voice lower now, less certain than before.
“Possibly,” he replied, without denial.
You stood, the chair scraping softly against the floor. “This ends with you in custody.”
“No.” Again, with that same certainty.
Your hand moved instinctively—but stopped. Because something felt wrong. You looked at him again. At how he hadn’t moved. Resistance failed him and he had yet to try to leave.
“…You’re not planning to escape,” you said slowly, a conclusion you had reached.
“No.” The Stellaron Hunter answered once more. His answers were certain yet they were presented in a way that would fall your composure to be faltered— you had caught that, like a wolf's keen eyes catching a trap.
“Because you don’t need to,” you realized, your voice quieter now.
“Yes.”
Silence stretched between you one last time, now you were the one to break it. “…This isn’t where it ends,” you said, more to yourself than to him.
“No,” he agreed softly. His head tilted and he stared up at you, a hint of intrigue lingering in those ocean eyes.
You knew this was all just an arrangement for the meeting— you would not receive any answers no matter how much you persisted. This meeting was for his benefits, to see you, to study you akin to a butterfly under a microscope. And as you turned, caught between duty and something far more dangerous—
His voice followed you like a quiet ghost that only spoke of the unavoidable.
“I’ll ask you again,” he stated with finality, not even sparing a glance toward you. Then, his voice shifted to something softer and a knowing smile carved itself on his lips. “…when you’re ready to answer.”
For the Prophet of Finality had earned a face he'd look back for once the Paths converged.
Hey, it's me again, the one who asked for Vampire!Reader! Firstly I want to say that I LOVED what you did and wanted to thank you so much for it.
Voltei para pedir outra história com a mesma trama básica, mas desta vez com os caçadores de stellaron.
Com algumas diferenças, como o sangue não ser artificial, mas roubado, ou a Leitora se alimentar de alguns inimigos durante seus roteiros.
Basicamente, a Leitora ficou fora por semanas por causa de um roteiro e não teve a chance de se alimentar durante esse tempo, e quando voltou descobriu que já havia se alimentado da última bolsa de sangue que havia guardado e Elio precisava que ela ficasse na nave, então ela não podia sair para se alimentar.
Thanks for the req, anon! Im glad you liked the first one he he.., first time writing for the stellaron hunters! ^^
TW: Blood, blood drinking, cuts. (Characters featured separately!)
Stellaron Hunter [Name] finds themself in an unfortunate (and hungry) predicament. Given Elio’s orders, their hands are figuratively tied. Now it falls upon their companion’s shoulder to be gracious and lend their aid..
🪦 Blade
You weren’t supposed to leave the headquarters- Elio’s orders. He didn’t elaborate, and you didnt ask. It’s always been that way. However, you cant help but think this time he simply got bored and decided to play a cruel prank on you and force you to stay inside because you were STARVING. There was no one to prey on if you’re cooped up in the stuffy headquarters, and whatever reserves you’d stole had already ran dry.
On top of all that? Everyone else was out and about on their missions. Well, everyone but Blade- he’d been benched along with you for the time being. The idea of sitting around and doing nothing didnt feel right, and your fingers twitched with anxiety at having nothing to work on. Not that you’d do a very good job on whatever assignment would be dished out right now- your vision was blurry, and everything felt muffled. You feel yourself turning into one of those pool noodles- the consequences of being a starved vampire.
You forced yourself onto your feet and dragged your body to the kitchen using your titanium will. You had figured that if you could distract yourself with something to chew on, you’d feel a bit better. It could never beat actual blood, but it was better than nothing.
“Just like when Im on a mission..” You mutter to yourself. “Cant afford to be picky.”
With a heavy sigh, you summoned your actively retreating strength and flung open the fridge with a solid yank. You scanned the contents inside with a frown. Nothing looked appetizing- in fact, almost everything in there turned off your demanding appetite. Your body wanted blood- it desperately craved it- it was a primal need that devoured any rational thought. You closed your eyes, groaning.
You were just about to shut the fridge when you hear a familiar voice.
“[Name].”
You turn. “..Blade? Oh. Thought it was you- I’ll uh, move.”
You assumed he was going to check out the fridge too. He wasnt. You only realized he wasnt when a bandaged hand clasped your shoulder, stilling your body.
“You’re swaying.” Blade stated, his gaze bores into you with unyielding intensity as if searching for something. “Did you feed yet?”
“..What?”
“Did you feed.” It was a statement this time.
“Huh.. feed? Uh..” You felt your tired brain come to a grinding halt before resuming operation. “Oh- I.. no- I dont think.. no. No I didnt, why-”
You must look worse for wear, because something in Blade’s expression flickers and goes away just as fast as it came. Care? Worry? Who knows. What you do know though, is he’s now dragging you to a nearby couch. You nearly tripped onto the couch, your legs giving up half way.
“Drink.” Blade urges abruptly. Your mind goes blank at the smell of fresh blood before you.
You only registered that he had offered you his own blood to devour after you had your fill and your world stops spinning like crazy. Sure, you felt bad, offering to help patch Blade up- but what else could you do? You cant give back the blood you took.
“Stop cutting yourself like that willy nilly.” You had chided, apology delivered as a nag.
Although, if you looked a little closer at the silent swordsman’s expression, he doesn’t really seem to mind, does he?
🕷️ Kafka
Is this what fasting feels like? You thought. You’ve heard of it, but you’ve never tried it yourself. Its way harder than it looks, apparently, because you’ve been bedridden all day. Elio ordered you to stay in headquarters, and you’ve ran out on blood supply. You weren’t about to go against orders, but you felt like you were deflating. You licked your dry lips, trying not to think about blood.
You could really go with even a small blood packet. In fact, you wouldn’t complain if it was artificial- any blood would do as long as you were able to get some in your system. Your stomach had been growling and complaining at you for ages, and you wanted to tell it to shut up.
You’ve talked to it more than once, actually. Something along the lines of; “Ughh- be quiet. I know, I know..”
Not that your stomach could reply or show sympathy for your current situation. If it could, it would surely stay mercifully silent until you get the chance to feed.
You wondered how your fellow Stellaron Hunters were doing- you vaguely remember Blade and Silver Wolf had been sent on a mission- no clue what it entailed though, Elio never told you. It was probably for the best anyway. SAM had took up a solo mission, but you knew they could handle anything. That hunk of metal was not to be underestimated, anyone with a brain would know that. That leaves… huh. That leaves only you and Kafka home, no?
“No wonder its so quiet here..” You whispered to yourself, weakly pulling your blanket closer to your body. “Been quiet all morning.”
You were spared a migraine at least, even if the silence was a little deafening. The last thing you needed was Silver Wolf going nuts at it with her games and potentially even dragging you into playing with her. You never won against her, no doubt it’d put you in a even more sour mood given how much she rubs her victory in your face when you loose.
A soft coded knock at the door pulled you out of your hazy thoughts. That was Kafka- you knew the knock when you heard it.
“Knock, knock, sweetheart.” Kafka’s muffled voice seeps through the door.
“Urgh.. come in.” You bury your face in the pillow. What could she possibly want from you? A hungry vampire is no good vampire. She knows.
The door gently opens, and Kafka steps through the doorway with a cup of tea in hand. “Feeling a little.. dizzy?” She asks, smiling as she takes the spot at your bedside.
“Not funny.” You shoot her a glare. “What do you want.”
“What do I want? My, my. Im merely here to bring you a little gift.” The warm cup is slid gracefully into your hands. “Dont spill it now.”
You looked at the tea and scrunched your nose. Its not that you dont trust Kafka, nor is it her tea brewing skills that’s got you making such an expression. Its merely that the idea of having something other than blood digesting in your body makes you want to puke.
Seeing your reaction, Kafka shakes her head. “Come here.” She pats her leg, taking the tea from your hands and setting it on the nightstand. “Why dont I help you a bit?”
“..What do you mean?” You obey, resting your head on her leg.
She extends an ungloved hand before casually drawing blood from it.
“Kafka?”
“Shh, have a taste, [Name]. You’ll feel much better.” Kafka hovers her hand right before your mouth, waiting for you to feed patiently.
You grumble, but accept the offer, trying to be polite about it. Key word; trying, because you were a messy eater. Kafka pays it no mind.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what, hmm?”
“..Nevermind.”
🎇 Firefly
You’re so freaking hungry. You should’ve known you’d end up looking and feeling like a mess the moment Elio announced you’d be staying in headquarters until further notice. You’ve searched through the whole kitchen once already, hoping to find some sort of emergency blood ration that’s magically appeared out of nowhere because you dont bother stocking up on that kind of stuff.
In hindsight, you probably should. Unfortunately for you, that changes nothing when it comes to your current predicament. It wasn’t like anyone was in either to offer ideas- all the other Stellaron Hunters have been deployed in who-knows-where except for you. Elio didn’t tell you why you had to stay, but not questioning him had quickly became a habit.
Is this some sort of test? You had thought at some point throughout he day. Did every Stellaron Hunter have to go through a secret test of some sort to prove their loyalty?
A ridiculous amount of thought was poured into the dumb question before you came to the conclusion that it was probably not true and you were just delirious. Trust is supposed to go both ways after all- you had to give it to get it, more or less.
And now, you groan out loud to nobody in particular. “Elio why me..”
Your lone voice echos across the empty room, silence being the only response you receive.
“Im so hungry-” You voice your thought out loud, a complaint directed towards nobody. With that, you drag yourself out of the kitchen with slow steps seeing there was no point in being there anymore.
You were in the halls when- Bonk!- you hit metal. You back up, rubbing your forehead.
“Ow..”
“[Name].” It was SAM.
“SAM..? Oh- you’re back.” You close your eyes and inhale when you felt your legs slightly tremble. Maybe it was because someone capable was back, and you felt safer with SAM’s return so your body chose to go lax.
You closed your eyes for too long. When you finally opened them, it wasn’t SAM in front of you, but Firefly. Her and her concerned expression, Firefly’s warm and non-mechanical hands supporting your body so it doesn’t have to touch face with the cold floor.
You let out a involuntary gasp. She wasn’t supposed to be out of her suit- “Firefly-” You began with urgency.
“[Name]- dont worry about me. You havent fed yet, have you?” She cuts in, brows furrowing.
“But you..”
Firefly ignores your protests, guiding you to sit and offering you comforting words- she tries to, either way the effort was commendable.
You rarely saw Firefly without her suit. To the Stellaron Hunters, she was more SAM than she is Firefly. Despite your weakened state, you understood this is care. SAM did things because of duty, they never indulged, and things were done out of obligation. Not Firefly- she had always been the more carefree side of the Stellaron Hunter. The more human side.
Firefly rolls up one of her sleeves, offering you her arm and saying you could feed from her.
“Hey..- you dont have to.” You pause. “You know, help.”
“Let me do this. Im doing this because I want to, [Name].” Firefly sounded dead serious. “Im sure the others would do the same if they were in my position.”
“You sure..?”
“Im sure. Dont worry.”
“Oh, so Stellaron Hunter SAM is secretly a softie.” You cant help but tease.
You received a light, flustered elbow to the arm. “Wha- [Name]!”
👾 Silver Wolf
You had the worst headache in the world right about now, and its all thanks to Silver Wolf.
Elio had ordered you to not leave headquarters for the time being, and you had ran out of blood to feed on. You reckoned you could tough it out, but it hasn’t really been going swimmingly if you were to be honest- you couldn’t even focus your vision unless you used all your might which was pretty concerning if you’d say so yourself.
If you remembered correctly, most of the other Stellaron Hunters were out on duty. It left Silver Wolf as your only roommate in the headquarters. Normally you wouldn’t complain about it- she can be loud when she’s gaming, its fine. You’ve gotten used to it. But right now? Your senses are heightened, your body naturally wanting to hunt for what you so desperately need; blood. And all that noise coming from her room? Magnified ten fold- you feel your skull ready to implode.
Realizing you probably couldn’t stay here in your room skulking about it any longer, you carefully sat up, grunting. It was time to make a little trip to your neighbor’s room, you internally sighed. Not that this was the first time you had to tell her to quiet down- it certainly wont be the last either if you knew how she acted.
You shuffled over to her door, giving it a few solid bangs to show your displeasure. You were exhausted already, and half expecting her to simply ignore you and keep on plugging away at whatever she’s playing.
Much to your surprise, she doesnt. The door opens, and Silver Wolf was frowning.
“What do you- whoa.” She pauses, eyeing you up and down. “Whats with you?”
“Hm? Um. Can you.. tone it down?” You ask, attempting to be polite about it so she’ll listen to the suggestion without rebuttal. Anything to return to the cozy confines of your bed as soon as possible.
“You look horrible, by the way. Did you get in a fight with a Doomsday Beast or something?” Silver Wolf snorts.
You sigh- you probably should’ve expected this. “No, Im just tired.” Terminus give you patience, “I havent fed in a while, alright?” You hesitated initially, but you figured you should give her a heads up if you were to go ham on accident from the starvation. “So..”
Having made your point, you turn to leave before your body decided it’d like to collapse right in front of Silver Wolf’s door. That’d be embarrassing.
“Yeahh, and where do you think you’re going?” Silver Wolf crossed her arms. You turn around.
“My room?”
“Uh, no you arent.” She frowns, grabbing you and tugging you into her room. You let yourself be dragged reluctantly.
“What are you..”
Silver Wolf makes you sit on one of the bean bags in her room before extending her arm to you expectantly.
“Well?” She asked when you stared at it puzzled.
“Um.”
“Get your head in the game, [Name].” Silver Wolf said impatiently. “You’re hungry, so feed.”
“..Using YOUR arm.”
“Duh. Any other arms in your proximity?”
“No. I-.. thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.. just dont get used to it.”
To the anon, I tweaked the request here and there a bit to make it easier for me to write, I hope you dont mind hehe ^^
pairings: sunday x reader,boothill x reader,dan heng x reader,elio x reader
fandom: honkai: star rail
prompt: walking into your shared bedroom just to find [x] shirtless with their torso wrapped in festive red ribbon (they have pants on this is uhh lemon okay)
author's note: YOOO HAPPY HOLIDAYYSSS sorry i was gone school has been screwing me anyways i wrote this while tipsy on new years and uh..forgot to post it? whatever its still festive time so uh my gift to you? ik there's some freaksters on tumblr so ENJOY :33
sunday - a gift of order
oh he'd absolutely be ashamed
the guy was a priest (?) on penacony bro literally listened to people's sins and lets just assume based off prior dialogue that lust is one of those sins
i feel like he'd be embarrassed?? he'd probably pray to xipe (or ena idk i haven't finished penacony yet waah who does he believe in)
sunday is definitely the type to fluster HARD.
and when he IS extremely flustered,his head wings flutter like crazy.
in his mind, absolutely nobody can know about this ever
the ribbon is done all wonky and crumpled up in places because he literally tied the red ribbon around himself because he was embarrassed to ask for help
sunday probably has a relatively standard but slim build,i also can't imagine him with abs.
he'd also (somehow) tie his hands up behind his back
he'd be kneeling on the floor (i feel like he was raised to be very obedient towards authority figures and some of those traits are still applied by him in bed and in life if you decide to put yourself in the position of his authority/superior figure)
sits straight, presenting his chest to you.there's a ribbon on his chest, in between his pecs
boothill - your personal cyborg <3
very confident,not flustered at all.
does get just slightly flustered when your hands run over his body (denies it with his whole being)
considering his torso is metal,he has to be very strategic about where he places the ribbons so they dont snag and break
definitely wraps ribbons around his metal biceps and flexes to break them JUST to show off and make you proud
so very cheeky,puts two small bows on where his nips would be
also tied his hands up somehow
lays on the bed in that usual movie sexy position y'know which one I mean (on his side one arm supporting his head,one leg flat while the other is bent at the knee)
tbh he'd crack up laughing at the pose its on purpose
definitely lays back while you straddle him and unwrap him slowly
has a shit eating grin on his face the entire time
calls you darlin' the entire time in that southern drawl of his,even when he KNOWS you're in charge.
dan heng - the hunt ends up as pretty prey
red but keeps his composure pretty well
he lays back on the mattress in the archives,one of his legs bent at the knee as he watches you stare down at him
his usual neutral facade is only broken by three things; the want in his eyes,the flush on his face and the fact his lips are spread open just a little bit, letting him breathe more easily
heard march mention it to someone as a JOKE but he knew you were into..this,and decided on it
bought two rolls of ribbon in secret and hid them as if someone would find them (and as if someone finds them he couldn't just say they were for wrapping presents)
locked the archives up SO tight and played dead to anyone who was knocking on the door.everyone just assumed he fell asleep and left
wrapped himself up and did a pretty good job! doesn't have a bow, though,he forgot to buy the festive complicated ones and he couldn't tie one for the life of him.
texts you late at night to come to the archives to help him with something.
shivers at every single touch.
elio - "destiny's slave", your and destiny's slave.
you told all of the stellaron hunters about the tradition,and elio immediately wanted to get you a gift.
you,of course,told him the usual corny couple shit "you're the best gift ever" (fuck that my bf got me a maneki neko)
surprisingly,he came to this idea himself.
It's surprising because he's not a freak like that usually,but you can't say it's not a pleasant surprise.
keeps his composure the best out of everyone, already having foreseen your reaction
but just because he's seen it, doesn't mean he doesn't wanna experience it.
elio sits on the bed like a doll, perfectly still,the smallest smile tugging at his lips.
extremely sensitive
beautiful moans fall from his lips as you trail your hands over his chest,his vivid blue eyes fluttering open and shut as he leans his head back
his hands aren't tied,but he doesn't touch you until you say so.he's the gift,after all.and you're the owner,you get to do whatever you want.
the ribbon is delicate,also probably the most expensive out of the others.you think it's sateen with how nice it is to the touch and how easily it slides off him as you unwrap it.
the black ribbon in his hair gets replaced with a red one,too.and he has a small festive bow on the side of his head, attached to his white hair.
...not a very fun night for the stellaron hunters (unless they're blackout drunk and already asleep kafka)
my first time writing spice like this do you liek it :3
