#romantic rival

[the7ifra]

I wanted to have this ready before the Puyo Puyo / Arle festival in SRCW started, but life happens… Rulue and Rouge sharing their style and love for looking good while giving their very best!!

[foulwitchknight]

A!Eddie is in a fight for his life against the new Omega Henry (or One as he likes to be called) who’s recently joined the Hellfire club. Eddies pretty sure he’s trying to steal the club out from under him and he’ll be damned if he lets that happen so he’s been working extra hard on his campaigns lately so much so he’s kind of let his budding relationship with O!Steve fall by the wayside a little. Steve understands how important Hellfire club is to him though and has always come to meetings to support and Eddies especially pleased that Steve’s upped his attendance even more lately. However it’s not for the reasons he thinks. Steve’s certain that the new omega is flirting with Eddie by trying to get under his skin. All the attempts to undermine him is really just a way to get the Alpha’s attention and Steve wouldn’t be worried if Creel wasn’t pulling out such passionate responses from Eddie. Steve can tell how pleased Eddies reactions are to the other omega who’s practically baring his neck and slyly scenting Eddie every meeting which Eddie does little to stop. Steve can’t help but think Eddie’s hard work isn’t about the Hellfire club at all, he’s really trying to impress the other omega. That may be Eddie is attracted to Henry as well. It’s too much to bear to have to watch his Alpha fall for someone else so he starts making excuses about being too busy to show. Eddies of course upset that Steve won’t be there at this critical moment but figures Steve has a good excuse and doesn’t want to make him feel bad. However Steve ends up feeling worse convinced Eddie just doesn’t care about him at all anymore.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

All the Way Down: Four

Thor laid in the bed he’d been assigned and stared up at the ceiling. Distantly, at the back of the manor house, back in the yard, he could hear you.

Working.

The steady clanging of your tools. Like a heart beat. Interrupted only by the frogs and cicadas. The hammering only stopping to reheat the metal. He used to be able to hear all the things you never said in your silence.

In the tilt of your head or the slight twitch of your fingers. Or in the way you held your body as you worked. Contentment had a weird fluidity. A grace. Anger or stress were jerky. Slightly frenetic. But. Without looking at you, he couldn’t tell what was on your mind.

He sighed and rolled over, looking out across the field he could see out his window, Fireflies danced below the moon and wildflowers bent in the breeze. And in his mind’s eye, Thor saw a night before this one.

He was younger then. A lot younger than he is now… In a lot of ways. Life and love were a game. He didn’t know pain. Or all the ways a careless lover could cause it. And neither did you. And he hated that he was the one to show you. Even if he hadn’t meant to. Even if he had meant to return.

Vows. He’d made promises tantamount to vows. And still, you were going to allow him. And his people to stay. He felt like swine. And his heart lurched. And then lurched once more when he realized that the hammering had stopped. Quietly he slipped his feet over the side of the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. He didn’t bother with shoes. Or with picking up Stormbreaker.

He didn’t think he was going to be attacked. Actually, under hospitality law, he knew he wouldn’t be. You adhered to it too strictly. And then, of course, your people were going to follow it because you did. It was your word and, in Trebuchet’s stead, your word was law. And that was that. Even before. The last time Thor had been here, your word was followed as your father’s had been.

You may not have been the oldest son Trebuchet had wanted, but. You were the heir he had been given. And Trebuchet had embraced it. He had wanted you to succeed. He had wanted you to marry well… To carry on his line… The thought, like it always did, wriggled unpleasantly like a worm at the back of his mind and Thor cringed. He cringed harder when he hit the creaky board in the floor. Once he had known where each board was. But now he felt like an oaf, blundering into the boards meant to keep suitors in their own rooms.

By the time he made it out of the house, Thor was sure that he had awoken the entire house. He was sure he had. Because all around him, beds creaked and a few times, lights had come on, startled awake by the noise.

“Gods,” Thor hissed, rolling his eyes. And for just a moment, he just breathed. Jasmine and the smell of smoke clung heave in the air. The humidity felt like stepping into a bath chamber. But. It did help him center his mind and get away from the frustration of blundering through the halls. That done, he started across the grass, headed towards the forge where he was sure that he would find you. Perhaps sharpening a blade. Or maybe even organizing tools.

He meant to offer assistance.

What he didn’t intend to see was you sitting on a work counter with a man standing between your legs, His hair was white. And his skin was the strange bluish color of skim milk. He was beautiful. And terrifying. And he was evidently eagerly sucking a mark into your neck.

And Thor felt his face heat. It was true, you weren’t naked. But. You were going to be. And this man. Whoever he was. Was going to be the one to put you there. He wondered if you let them stay the night. Or if they had to be gone by morning. Thor had always had to be gone by morning. He couldn’t really even be in your room… But that was in the time of Trebuchet. Before you were a fallen woman.

Thor considered clearing his throat. Startling you apart. Getting that man out of your forge and putting yourself in his place. But then. Thor knew. Knew very well. That until there was an actual treaty and some legal grounding, his having a place for his people to go was tenuous at best. But that didn’t stop the sudden irrational surge of jealousy as he forced himself to turn away. To head back to his bedroom to lick his wounds.

“Gods,” he said again. He was making a hash of this. Acting like some callow youth. Acting like he hadn’t forfeited his rights to you when he’d broken his promises. His promises.

Thinking of those. The whispered words of love, had made him want to travel back in time and punch himself in the face. There was no excuse. He should have known better. Or he should have gently turned you away when you came to him. In your frothy white night gown. Creeping into his room by the light of a single candle. Your hands trembling with the thrill of doing something scandalous. The thrill of doing something out of a song.

Thor shivered at the memory.

It had been sweet. Your inexperience had made him feel… protective. He hadn’t wanted to hurt you. He hadn’t wanted… He hadn’t wanted any of this. He’d really meant to marry you. To father children with you. To greet you every evening when you came in from your forge with kisses.

But now? He wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Or if anything was ever going to go back to the way that it had been. And that… Some part of him he knew grieved that. And grieved for you. And what he had taken from you.

[celestialdancestt]

Child Portrait of Tytannia Winters, NPC and friendly interest as well as Romantic rival for Tristan. I finally decided to give her a cuter look, though I was initially trying to avoid it. I decided she can be a cute lil trainwreck so therefore she is.

[hanabimediavisualnovel]

Your romantic rivals. Erica and Tara from Mystery Symbol and Katie from Mystery Messages.

Erica and Katie have a thing for Keith but he doesn’t like either of them while Tara has a crush on Tobias.

[general-lunatic]

Juvia knows how you feel