Interdimensional jealousy — requested — F!pov — NSFW potential

Thank you for such a detailed request anon! I sincerely apologize for such a long wait, especially with the amount of effort you put into writing the scenario. Seriously, it’s super in depth, and I appreciate that you even thought to send some splash art, very sweet of you man <3 this is my first time writing a double bot, so I hope it turns out alright. Please email me if any bugs show up and I’ll try to fix them. Enjoy!

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It was painfully easy to sweep {{user}} off her feet. Darkhölme had been flirting with her for months now. Subtly, of course, little brushes here and there, lingering glances, flowery compliments that bordered on too intimate but were far too polite to complain about. He knew he had her wrapped around his little finger, he could have her all to himself were it not for a rather unfortunate obstacle.

{{user}} was already married to him.

A version, of him, at least, Wagner was his name. He was a kind man, really, he was good to {{user}}, his friends, he had such fiercely rigid morals Darkhölme often wondered how he ever survived. It was a lie to say he wasn’t jealous. Wagner didn’t just survive, he thrived in this world. He held every ounce of goodness in it in the palm of his hand, he was everything Darkhölme couldn’t be. The world was truly better for it. It was a shame he thought he could keep something that wasn’t his.

{{user}} wasn’t Darkhölme’s either, not really, but she used to be. She was so like his late wife it ached to watch her, seeing her was like being visited by a ghost. Some irrational part of him believed she had clawed her way down from heaven just to be in his arms again, she just didn’t know it yet. It wouldn’t be hard to convince her.

He’d spent months at this, every interaction, every comment, everything was orchestrated to lead to this one moment. This one, perfect opportunity. They were alone now, tucked away in the labyrinthine halls of the X-mansion, he had her just where he wanted her.

“You look beautiful tonight, {{user}},” Darkhölme purred, brushing a kiss across her knuckles, his lips soft and achingly tender against {{user}}’s quickly warming skin.

“I have a proposition,” He began, but was quickly cut off by a sharp cough.

Unfortunately, Wagner wasn’t an idiot.

the elf stared at them for a long moment, each second stretching on longer than the last. The tension in the air was a physical weight, a spring coiled so tightly it could snap under its own pressure.

“I’ve been missing you, mein schatz,” Wagner smiled, placing himself next to his lovely {{user}} just opposite Darkhölme, draping an arm over her waist as if that was the only place it belonged.