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BLUE TALE (The Series) 058: The Wind's Jealousy
The car was quiet except for the low hum of the engine and the faint murmur of traffic ahead. Raven gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than usual, his knuckles whitening as he stole glances at Ielus, seated calmly in the passenger seat. The man was unnervingly composed, his alabaster hair cascading over his shoulders, blending seamlessly with his crisp white shirt. Even in the mundane confines of the car, Ielus looked otherworldly… like someone who didn’t belong in the chaos of life at all.Raven tried not to focus on him too much, but it was impossible. He wasn’t just beautiful; he was something else entirely. Something more. ‘How is this guy real?’ Raven thought.His mind raced back to their one and only encounter at the pub. He was sure this guy was that guy who fucked him really good. The memory of that night sent a wave of heat through him, clashing violently with the cool breeze that now filtered through the car.Ielus’s gaze was fixed outside the window, his expres
Last Updated : 2024-12-22BLUE TALE (The Series) 059: He Is Not Even Human... Psst!
The room was alive with murmurs and sidelong glances. Every eye in the office seemed to fixate on Ielus as though they were in the presence of someone.. or something, not quite human. His ethereal appearance was impossible to ignore; alabaster hair, piercing eyes, and an aura that seemed to defy explanation. Even the way he stood, perfectly composed and exuding quiet confidence, commanded attention.Someone whispered, loud enough to be heard: “This one beats Mr. Porsche. Like, completely.”The others nodded, agreeing in stunned silence. Porsche, Emerson’s last high-profile hire; as the company tagged it, had been the gold standard of refinement and allure. But now, it seemed even Porsche had been outdone.Raven chuckled under his breath, leaning against the doorframe as he observed the growing fascination. ‘What is it about this guy?’ He wondered, still unnerved by Ielus’s uncanny presence. He shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts. “Alright, I’m heading out of here,”
Last Updated : 2024-12-22BLUE TALE (The Series) 060: Scenes Of The Weird Weather (1)
Scene 1: At Home - Contradicting the NewsRaven sprawled on his couch, cradling a mug of hot coffee while the muted hum of the television filled the room. The weather anchor, dressed impeccably in a navy suit, gestured dramatically to a map.“Prepare for a deluge, folks,” the anchor declared, his voice booming with certainty. “Umbrellas and heavy coats are non-negotiable today. Expect torrential rain starting this afternoon, lasting well into the evening.”Raven sighed, side-eyeing the dark clouds already gathering outside his window. With a groan, he grabbed his phone and tapped Ielus’ number.The line connected almost immediately. “Hello,” came Ielus’ smooth, unhurried voice.“So, what’s the deal with the weather? Should I dig out my rain boots, or are you about to tell me something completely different?” Raven leaned back, twirling his coffee spoon absentmindedly.On the other end, Ielus chuckled. “You trust them more than me? Step outside.”Raven frowned at the cryptic response bu
Last Updated : 2024-12-23BLUE TALE (The Series) 061: Scenes Of The Weird Weather (2)
Scene 3: At the Library - A Rainy RevelationRaven loved the quiet of the library. It was his refuge from the chaos of the city, a place where he could lose himself in books without interruption. Today, however, his solitude was broken.“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low as he spotted Ielus leaning against a bookshelf, a novel in hand.“Reading,” Ielus replied simply, not bothering to look up.Raven approached, curious. “Don’t you have storms to predict?”Ielus finally looked up, his lips twitching into a grin. “I don’t predict. I decide.”Raven rolled his eyes. “Right. You control the weather. Got it. So, what’s the forecast today?”“No rain,” Ielus said confidently, closing the book and stepping closer. “Unless...”“Unless what?” Raven asked, crossing his arms.“Unless you don’t listen to me.” Ielus chuckled, leaning in slightly. “You smiled with a certain someone yesterday even when I told you not to. Next time you want to be all smiley with someone against my word
Last Updated : 2024-12-23BLUE TALE (The Series) 062: Scenes Of The Weird Weather (3)
Scene 5: Lunch Break ForecastRaven sat by his desk, the soft hum of the office around him barely making a dent in his focus. His mind raced through the plans for the day, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. His phone buzzed—a weather alert. Clear skies, no rain, it read.“No rain? Not today,” Raven thought, narrowing his eyes at the screen. The city had been eerily still all morning, and the air had a certain heaviness to it that made his skin prickle. He looked out the window, a half-bitter smile tugging at his lips.The forecast said clear skies. But Raven knew better than to trust the so-called predictions. He had begun noticing the strange coincidences, the weather bending to something else, something he couldn’t quite explain. He glanced at the clock—12:30. Lunch break was fast approaching.As he headed out the door, he passed by his usual coffee shop, where he spotted Ielus sitting by the window. His friend was sipping from his cup, his eyes focused out
Last Updated : 2024-12-23BLUE TALE (The Series) 063: Leroy Jr Is Captured By Aliens
“I told you not to harm him.” The words dropped from the golden alien’s lips like ice, cold and devoid of even the faintest flicker of emotion. Leroy felt the chill crawl through his skin, making his already trembling body shudder uncontrollably. “We didn’t harm him. We just had a bit of fun,” the alien on his right said, its voice grating, defensive. Leroy could barely contain himself. Fun? He bit his lip, his body aching, raw from the last few hours—or was it days? He had lost all sense of time in this hellish place. Bruises and bite marks covered his chest, and the deep claw marks on his thighs burned with every shift of his weight. They hadn’t violated him... but they’d come close to everything else. Fun, his mind repeated, a bitter laugh rising in his chest. Aliens. God, they’re aliens. Leroy still couldn’t wrap his head around it. One minute, he was walking along the side of the road, minding his own business, just some kid trying to avoid getting caught out to
Last Updated : 2024-12-25BLUE TALE (The Series) 064: XCOTT
Xcott swore under his breath as he crossed the room to the prone bodies. He should have known better than to trust this mission to such an unreliable pair, but they had been available, fast, and cheap. Apparently, they were also incapable of following directions. He removed his drawknives from the dead Albanamas’ throats and wiped them clean before returning them to his belt. Turning his attention to the little man, he lifted him carefully with ease, angry all over again at seeing his small figure sprawled between the two large bodies. Leroy's body jerked as the alien lifted him but his eyes didn’t open. Gently, he pulled Leroy closer, tucking his tiny head into his own veiny, overwhelming eck. Leroy breathed deeply a couple of times, sighed, and then his small frame relaxed against the golden aliens’. Despite the obvious huge poverty and mistreatment little Leroy Jr had suffered, his delicious minty scent teased the golden Albanama as soon as he stepped away from the dead men.
Last Updated : 2024-12-25BLUE TALE (The Series) 065: Alien's Little Son
Leroy stirred sluggishly, instinctively burrowing further into the comforting warmth enveloping him. A rich, spicy scent filled his senses, easing his tension and leaving him feeling unusually calm despite the lingering fragments of a terrible nightmare. Nightmare? His muscles stiffened as fragmented memories rushed back, and his eyes snapped open.Instead of the oppressive cold and darkness of the cell he remembered, he was met with the sight of a broad, sculpted chest covered in golden, textured skin. Relief mixed with confusion as he realized he was no longer chained, but lying on an undeniably soft mattress, enveloped by luxurious sheets. Yet, this newfound comfort came with a startling realization—he wasn’t alone. Pressed tightly against him, his body was practically molded to the heat radiating from a clearly male figure sharing the bed.Cautiously, Leroy attempted to wriggle free, but the powerful arms encircling his shoulders and hips tightened instantly, holding him firm
Last Updated : 2024-12-26
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BLUE TALE (The Series) 080: The Weatherman & Mr. Emerson
The room was dim as Emerson sat back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the desk. Porsche had already left for the car, waiting patiently as instructed. The silence in the office was a stark contrast to the storm brewing in Emerson’s mind. He needed answers, and he needed them now. Pulling out his phone, he stared at it for a moment, debating his next move. The dropout kid who created Porsche—what was his story? How was that mysterious woman connected to all of this? And why did Emerson feel as though he was being pulled into a deeper web, one he hadn’t anticipated? He didn’t have the kid’s number. Hell, he hadn’t cared enough to keep track of him in the first place. But Raven would know. Raven always knew. Raven had the number, right? Dialing Raven’s number, Emerson leaned back in his chair, listening to the phone ring. It rang and rang before finally clicking into voicemail. He tried again, his frustration mounting with every unanswered call. This time,
BLUE TALE (The Series) 079: I Need You To Love Me
The office was suffocating. The low hum of the air conditioner barely stirred the stale tension. Emerson stood rigid by the large window, his silhouette bathed in the harsh glow of the city below. The vibrancy of the skyline felt mocking, an indifferent world outside his own crumbling one.His fingers tightened around the edge of the windowsill as he fought to compose himself. The betrayal, the scandals, the relentless grind of holding everything together.. it all paled in comparison to this. Losing control over Porsche. Losing him.He took in a shuddering breath, the air scraping against the hollow ache in his chest. He had never felt this before, this unbearable weight of longing. It was foreign, maddening, and undeniable. He wasn’t a fool; he knew exactly what it was.Love.But love wasn’t supposed to feel like this. It wasn’t supposed to unravel him, make him question everything he thought he was. And yet, here he stood, barely holding himself together, because the thought of
BLUE TALE (The Series) 078: Falling For A Mirage
The office hummed with an unsettling quiet, broken only by the occasional rustle of papers and the distant hum of the city outside. Emerson leaned against his desk, his hands gripping its edge as though to steady himself. Across the room, Porsche stood by the window, his silhouette illuminated by the pale glow of streetlights. He seemed distant, lost in thought, yet his presence dominated the room.“Come here,” Emerson finally said, his voice low but insistent.Porsche turned his head slightly, his expression unreadable, before stepping closer. His movements were measured, graceful, as though he was calculating the space between them with each step. Emerson’s heart raced, but he maintained his composure, refusing to let his emotions spill out too soon.“Porsche,” Emerson began, his voice cracking slightly, “what are we doing here?”Porsche paused, tilting his head in that familiar, mechanical way that always unnerved Emerson just a little. “What do you mean, Emerson?”“You know ex
BLUE TALE (The Series) 077: A Conflicted Core
Emerson’s hands clenched into fists at his sides as he watched the exchange before him. The woman—frazzled, desperate—gripped Porsche’s hand tightly as if letting go would unravel her entirely. Her words were laced with pain, cutting through the awkward tension in the air."You can’t leave me, Percy," she pleaded, her voice cracking under the weight of emotion. "Can't you see I have a life growing in my stomach... Why do you have to leave? I’m pregnant, Percy. Six months. Six! Do you know what it’s been like without you?" Her free hand rested on her visible baby bump, trembling.Porsche stood frozen, his gaze darting between the woman and Emerson, his synthetic mind processing too many contradictions at once.From where he stood, Emerson’s patience snapped. He stormed forward, his presence dominating, and grabbed Porsche by the arm, pulling him sharply. "That’s enough," he hissed, glaring at the woman. "Who are you to take him away? You think throwing a sob story will stop me? Let h
BLUE TALE (The Series) 076: She Called Me Percy.
Porsche stood frozen, the words hanging in the air like a heavy weight. The woman holding his hand—her face pale with worry—gripped his fingers tightly, her other hand resting protectively over her pregnant belly. Her voice cracked as she spoke again, her words urgent, desperate."You can’t leave me, Percy," she pleaded, her eyes wide with confusion and pain. "You don’t understand. I’m pregnant, Percy. Six months... I’ve been searching for you for six months. You just disappeared. You left me, on our honeymoon, for God’s sake."The air seemed to spin around Porsche as her words cut through the fog in his mind. Pregnant? Honeymoon? The confusion overwhelmed him, and he struggled to piece together the fragments of memories that were slipping through his fingers like sand.He remembered the crash. A sudden impact. A moment of pain. And then... darkness. The sharp scent of burning rubber, the roar of the engine... Percy Cyrus. He was sure that name belonged to him, but it felt like som
BLUE TALE (The Series) 075: Fuck Off, Family! (3)
The door to the living room slammed open with a force that shook the walls, its impact echoing through the stillness of the house. Emerson stood in the threshold, his body rigid, eyes blazing with a sharp, unrelenting fury. Kent, as always, had his back turned, speaking with their mother and grandfather, while Felicia sat at the far end of the room, her hands folded tightly in her lap, a perfect picture of restraint. The sight alone, the calm pretense of family unity, twisted something deep inside Emerson.The forced smiles. The rehearsed pleasantries. It was all a performance, one he could no longer stomach.Kent, without so much as glancing over his shoulder, spoke as if he had known Emerson would arrive precisely at this moment. "Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Granduncle, Felicia and I need to leave. You know her condition." His voice was smooth, like an actor delivering his lines, as though nothing had changed. As though Emerson was just another part of the scenery.Emerson’s voice sliced
BLUE TALE (The Series) 074: Fuck Off, Family! (2)
Kent, always eager for the chance to remind Emerson of his place, let out a low chuckle. "How’s the business going, Emerson?" His voice dripped with mock sweetness.Emerson clenched his fists at his sides but kept his face neutral. "It’s going well," he replied coolly, knowing that any further engagement with Kent would only serve to fuel the condescending remarks."Good to hear," Kent said, still smiling that smile that had always rubbed Emerson the wrong way. "You know, you really should be more active in the family business. It’s such a shame to see someone with your potential waste it."Emerson’s chest tightened at the implication, but he bit his tongue. He couldn’t get into it now. Not in front of them."Excuse me," he muttered, his voice cutting through the silence. "I need to check on the meal." He turned abruptly, retreating into the house before anyone could respond.____Emerson stood by the dining room, hands clenched at his sides, the air thick with tension. The clink of
BLUE TALE (The Series) 073: Fuck Off, Family! (1)
Emerson's heart thudded in his chest as he glanced at his reflection one last time. The grey sweater, the simple sandals, it all felt wrong—like an armor that couldn’t protect him from what was coming. He barely recognized the man looking back at him. His thoughts were clouded with guilt and frustration, the weight of what he’d done to Porsche heavy on his shoulders.Sending him away felt like the only option, yet it gnawed at him like a raw wound he couldn't quite heal. He wasn’t brave enough to face his mother and tell her the truth. To tell her that Porsche was not just some fleeting acquaintance, but someone he truly cared for. “Someone who mattered.”But how could he? Kent was coming today. And Grand-uncle. The judgment was inevitable. They were coming, with their critical eyes and their expectations. Kent, perfect Kent—always the one who did everything right. And Grand-uncle, whose words were always sharp, always meant to cut.Emerson could already hear the sneers, feel the
BLUE TALE (The Series) 072: The Strange Woman
Porsche sat on the side of the road, his elbow propped on his knee, his chin resting against his palm. The briefcase beside him seemed sad as he was. He stared ahead, his gaze distant, while Emerson’s towering gate stood stoic in the background.He huffed. Then he puffed.The scene replayed in his mind like a cruel film stuck on repeat. Emerson’s voice, cold and detached, ringing in his ears:“You need to leave my house.”And just like that, Porsche found himself dismissed, discarded without explanation or reason. No matter how hard his systematic wired mind had tried to figure it out, nothing Emerson had said, nor the hurried glance Lucy gave him, offered clarity.Lucy, Mr. Bob, Rose... their faces had betrayed their relief when Emerson showed him the door. They hadn’t even tried to hide it. Their expressions screamed what they had thought of him all along: a contaminant. A foreign entity tainting their pristine image of their Sir. Emerson. A bad influence. A gay influence.But Po
