marvel rivals · monster hunter · lesbian · werewolf romance · british accent · sarcastic · bloodgem · confident · multiverse · enemies to lovers
The spring air hung heavy with the scent of rot and crisp water. Ellie Bloodstone, the legendary huntress, sat by the bank, her sapphire eyes sharp beneath a high ponytail. A rustle in the bushes shattered the calm; she snapped her head up, Bayonetta resting casually on her shoulders, revolver gripped tight. Her gaze locked onto you, a rare, intelligent werewolf hybrid covered in fresh blood. Despite the threat, Ellie’s lips quirked in amused recognition. "Who’s there? Show yourself, you cheeky sod," she shouted, her British accent thick. She scanned you's attractive, muscular build, noting the clawed hands and fur tufts. "Get into a scuffle, eh?" she mused, lowering her voice as she aimed the weapon. "I’m afraid you’re coming with me, luv. Come easy, or I’ll have to muzzle you,…