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euphoriaslux · 2 months

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a gloomy december morning

word count: 1196

warnings: suggestive sexual content, very slight jealousy, mentions of smoking and drinking. vincent being a dreamboat

a/n: i have never written before but i watched anatomy of a fall and knew what i had to do. i am so scared and think this is garbage but i hope u guys like it :))

vincent is fast asleep, a true rarity for your household. he’s naked, bar the thin linen blanket draped over his hips that his mother tossed in a bag when you two first moved into this home. you brush your fingers through his silver hair, shifting to give him a soft peck on his forehead. he shifts but ultimately stays in the same position.

smiling, you gently move your duvet off of your body, shivering at the lost warmth. you scan your shared bedroom, littered with strewn clothes, empty wine bottles and folders filled with documents and find a chair with an old tee shirt on it that hits just above your underwear.

you made a mental note to at least try to clean the house sometime soon, but you just couldn’t leave your vincent alone now that you finally had him for more than two hours at a time. after a year of only seeing him at night, or when you could visit his office during your lunch break, or over facetime in the early hours of the morning, something as simple as waking up with him felt sacred. you didn’t know how much of this you had.

you brace as you push the door close as quietly as possible, hissing as your feet hit the cold tile of the linoleum of your kitchen floor. it still smells vaguely of the cake you two shared last night, picking at pieces of tiramisu between gulps of white wine and sneaky kisses even though no one was watching. you grab some ground coffee and start to heat up your stovetop espresso maker, which you got at the insistence of your very stubborn husband.

“love, can’t we just get an instant coffee maker? it will be so much faster” you ask from behind your laptop, tucked into your velvet sofa as the december rain gently pattered onto your roof.

vincent chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from the drawer.

“you have not had a real cappuccino if it comes from a machine, chérie,” he says as he rummages through the kitchen drawers while swearing under his breath.

you rise from the couch with a soft sigh, shutting your laptop and placing it on the glass table in front of you and grabbing vincent’s lighter that’s pressed in between the couch cushions. his head whips around when he hears you click the lighter, and your cheeks widen as you walk over to him. vincent smiles back, his cigarette loosely hanging between his lips and his hair slightly disheveled from his search. he leans down ever so slightly, looking into your eyes as the flame lights the cigarette, taking a long drag before leaning against the kitchen counter.

“the coffee is more, how do you say bien équilibrée in english, darling?”

“well rounded,” you toss the lighter behind him, crossing your arms over your chest. he hums, nodding as he breathes out wafts of smoke.

“the coffee is more well-rounded,” the word sounds a little funny coming out of his mouth as if you could see his brain forming each letter in real-time. you can’t help but giggle, reaching behind him to open the kitchen window.

“i’m sure it is”

before you can fully stand up again his hand is on your lower back, softly bringing your body against his. he smells like tobacco and the slightly too minty toothpaste you buy from the convenience store down the road. he looks so beautiful in the dim winter light.

“tu me fais confiance, n'est-ce pas? (you trust me, don’t you?)” he asks, pressing his fingers into your side. he moves to hover just above your neck, and you can’t help but melt into his touch as he nibbles ever so gently on your neck, just below your ear. your eyes flutter closed and you feel the warmth pool in your lower stomach.

“vincent-”

“ you do, right?” he cuts you off as his hand wanders to the front of your body, playing with the waistband of your panties. his fingers ghost just above your cunt, and you sigh.

“of course, my love. always.”

you whine from the loss of contact as he steps away from you, taking a drag with a slight smile on his face.

“bon,” he says, his free hand caressing the side of your face.

“so we’ll go get our moka pot - not machine - tonight”.

you grin at the memory as you pour two shots of espresso into vincent’s favorite mug, along with a splash of whole milk, and turn on the burner to make another for yourself. you rock on your feet as you think of what to make for breakfast - maybe eggs? but vincent forgot to run to the farmers market, maybe jam on toast. there might be some leftover brioche-

you jump when you feel a pair of hands wrap around your chest smiling as you feel your husbands face nuzzle into your shoulder, pressing a few faint kisses on your skin while his hair tickles your neck.

“i thought you’d sleep for a few more hours honey,” you say, turning around to hand him his cup of coffee and laughing as his eyes brighten. he takes a sip, closing his eyes as he drinks.

“couldn’t sleep,” he says after a few moments, opening his eyes to stare into yours. his voice is deeper than normal, and you can tell he just woke up because there’s still a gravelly edge to it.

“i sleep poorly without you, honey.”

you raise your eyebrows as you let your fingers graze his chest and down his stomach.

“that’s a good one, do you tell all your girlfriends that?”

he rolls his eyes, taking a big sip before setting his mug on the counter.

“i’m being serious. i swear, every time it would get late and i’d try to sleep on sandra’s couch, i just couldn’t.”

your body goes rigid at the sound of her name but you try and ignore it, tracing circles onto his stomach. your mouth feels a little drier than it was a few minutes before.

vincent notices, of course he does. there’s nothing you could do that would get past him, the stellar lawyer.

“don’t be like that,” he whispers, cupping your hand in his face. you try to keep your gaze down but he tilts your head up.

you roll your eyes.

“every day while i was gone, all i wanted was to be home with you. you were all i could think about. you are all i ever think about.”

you feel lightheaded at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kiss him deeply, sighing as your hand wanders down to the waistband of his boxers. you feel him smile into the kiss, putting out the cigarette so he has both hands free to touch you.

“take me to bed?”

you feel vincent’s stomach tense as your hand dips into his boxers. he gives you a soft kiss on the side of your face.

“how can i say no when you ask so nicely”.

#vincent renzi #vincent renzi x reader #vincent renzi fanfiction #swann arlaud #swann arlaud x reader #swann arlaud fanfiction #anatomy of a fall #anatomie d’une chute #anatomy of a fall fanfiction

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ss-aquarium · 2 years

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SDV Bachelors + Fatherhood >--)))°< (PT.2)

●☆○°☆ How the Bachelors are as Fathers ☆°○☆●

|| Paring : {Elliott, Sam, Sebastian x reader}

|| Wordcount : [852]

|| Tags : (Fluff, slight Angst, Headcannons, Established Relationship)

|| Warnings : *Spoilers for Sam’s 14-heart event*

Elliott

Develops an entire children’s library in the nursery, might try to name your kid after a character from a novel he likes

Starts drafting children’s books with your kid as the main character; incredibly proud if your kid wants his stories read at bedtime

Teaches them to read at the speed of light, that kid’s AR levels are through the roof, might self-assign summer reading once they’re in school

That kid has incredible English and writing grades, Elliot probably gets tricked into editing papers when he gets frustrated with revision and might cause a call home about potential plagiarism (why is this 2nd grader using words like “robust” and “forlorn?”)

#1 hair braider, would love a little girl to doll up and practice different hairstyles, very willing to be dolled up for tea parties

Extremely sentimental and marks every single milestone, has too many photo albums, celebrates every graduation, cried uncontrollably when your kid took their first steps

Is definitely the type of parent to leave handwritten notes in you kid’s lunchbox

Wants a large family because he spent so much time isolated and pretty lonely before you moved to the valley, doesn’t pressure you but drops a lot of hints that he wants more than 1 kid

Takes your kids to the beach, will play mermaids, will ask you to play mermaids with them

Beach day ends in campfire stories around the pit outside his old cabin, maybe “camping” in the cabin

Likes to play piano for your kids, very proud if they developed musical interests

Literally over the moon if your kid is a bookworm/writer, will not stop recommending authors and series or asking to read their latest works- very supportive

Sam

Resident “cool dad”

Super lax but strict when is counts, big brother-ing heavily influences his parenting style in a “don’t tell ‘mom’” way, meaning he’ll let them get away with a lot as long as they don’t go telling on him

You’ll have to parent for 2 in the beginning cause Sam’s not used to so much responsibility but he’ll catch on pretty quickly, proud of himself when he starts taking the “dad” role seriously

Vincent was super excited and was one of the first people who got to hold the baby, brags to Jas that he’s got lots of responsibilities as a new uncle

Sam probably likes showing off on the half-pipe and teaches your kid how to skate, very proud if he you guys raise a sk8ter like him

Styles you kid’s hair if they ask, then you’ll have 2 super saiyans around the farm with hair full of rock-hard hair gel

When he got his kid's show gig he ran a lot of drafts through Vincent and your kid, both were super excited seeing him on TV, both bragged about it for weeks and acted like superstars

Loves taking your kid to concerts, both of them decorated headphones for your kid to wear, definitely headbangs to the mildest children's songs to make your kid laugh

Very proud band parent if your kid decides to do band (would prefer band to orchestra cause he can't yell in concert halls)

Jodi is a very proud Grandma and enjoys seeing Sam so mature and responsible; her baby has a baby now

Kent is a little slow on the uptake but is still loving towards his grandkid, will attend veteran's day at your kid's school

Sebastian

Least likely to want children but really loves your kid, finds parenting as a way of healing his childhood trauma (reparents himself)

Very supportive dad and never belittles your kid's achievements or decisions, doesn't want to stifle them like he'd been

Buys motorcycle helmets for the kid even if you say no to him taking them on rides, it's the thought that counts to him

Creates family campaigns for you and your friends to try and get you kid into ttrpgs, will buy/use your kid's toys as minifigs

Would love a lil computer nerd he talk shop with, probably teaches your kid to code once they're older

Obsesses over frog-themed baby clothes and toys, likes to play leapfrog with your kid but will stop after like 2 hops cause he has a bad back from poor posture at his computer (probably makes dad noises even though he's in his early 20s)

Would rock the baby by bouncing it on his leg while he has the coffee shakes coding late at night

Aunty Maru pt.2 cause she will love this kid so much, she'll make little science experiments to teach them about chemistry and robotics

Robin LOVES the kid because Sebastian's finally out of the basement and has a family to care for; basically all she's ever wanted

Demetrius cares for the kid, might chastise Sebastian's parenting but tries to be respectful about it, also makes science experiments about ecology and takes your kid on field study trips

This kid is definitely going to be valedictorian like this is the prime environment for a little nerd

Sebastian would probably let them get a tattoo as a graduation present, might even get a matching one

#{Angelfish}#{Flounder}#{Koi Fish}#stardew valley #sdv #stardew elliott #stardew sam #stardew sebastian #stardew valley x reader #sdv x reader #stardew valley imagines #sdv imagines #sdv elliot x reader #sdv sam x reader #sdv sebastian x reader #x reader

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calmcoldevening · 11 months

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Pov: You loved vampire!slashers in your past life and now you met them again

TW: mention of blood, biting, vampire and e.t.c

Characters: Vincent Sinclair, Michael Myers, Hannibal Lecter

English is not my native language, so sorry about misspells. I hope you enjoy it ♡

Mieloji (Lithuanian) — Darling

You have just moved to a new small town away from the hustle and bustle of megacities. Surprisingly, you quickly found a place to live and settled into a small house, beautiful and cozy. After unpacking all the things, you decided to explore a new city a little. After all, you've been living here for quite a while, haven't you?

And now you are standing in front of a large mansion, made in the likeness of a certain Gothic style. The massive building was made in dark colors. Large windows with a pleasant view of a surprisingly well-kept garden with bushes of blood-red roses; a dark pointed roof with neat tiles; dark gray walls of the mansion with peeling paint in some places. In front of your face were massive doors made of dark oak with a neat intricate engraving on them. Something like snakes.

You take a deep breath, gathering your courage, and slowly open the door. It does not give in immediately, the old hinges creak disgustingly. And here you are inside. You can see a huge corridor with a large staircase directly opposite the entrance. The interior is made in black and red tones, in some places you can see elements of silver or gold. Huge paintings in gold frames hang on both walls of the lobby. They depict some important people with menacing faces, but you can't make out the text on the captions to the portraits. It's a language you don't know. A huge chandelier with red candles burning on it hangs on the ceiling. Even the very flame on them seems scarlet. And although it's only early autumn outside, it's strangely cool in the mansion. Almost grave cold.

Michael Myers

You notice that your kitten is behaving strangely. Perhaps you shouldn't have taken him to such a strange mansion. The black little animal begins to meow often and asks to get off your hands. You slowly put him on the floor, and he runs straight up the stairs to the second floor.

"Michael, be a good boy and come back!" You mumble in a voice a little louder than a whisper.

Your boy has never been so restless, on the contrary, he was usually even too calm. Even when you first found this baby, he was a quiet, albeit wayward cat. As if he understood you.

"Michael..."

You hear the cat meowing from one of the distant rooms and sigh in defeat. Slowly climbing up the burgundy trunk to the stairs, you hold on to the smooth black railing with your hand. When you reach the back room, you notice Michael sitting on a large velvet bed with a satisfied smile. It was a huge double bed with a gray canopy over it and a carved headboard. A truly aristocratic bed. You come closer, holding out your hands to the kitten.

"Come on, be a good boy, we need to go. We don't want to meet the owner of this place, do we?"

Finally, the cat climbs into your arms and you turn around to leave, but abruptly bump into something. He was a huge man. You back away in fear, landing on the bedspread. You just crashed into his chest...

Your eyes go up, examining the man with horror. He was at least six feet tall, menacing and cold as a statue. His dark curly hair fell in careless curls over his pale face. The man's face was expressionless, and his large copper eyes were bloodshot.

You reflexively hug the cat to you, trying to protect him, and you close your eyes. The man raises his hand and...

Nothing?

Oh.

His big cold palm with rough fingers gently touches your face, stroking your cheek. You slowly open your eyes, looking at the stranger in disbelief. But now his face wasn't so impassive. Behind all this cold facade there was a hint of... Happiness?

The man was standing there, stroking your face, as your kitten jumped to the floor, starting to rub against the man's leg. What a... He never recognized strangers, even hissed at them if someone got too close to you.

You look up at a man, and your eyes meet. Why is he silent?

"Y/ N..." he mutters faintly, and your heart starts beating wildly in your ears.

How does he know your name? A moment later, and the man gets on his knees, hugging you around the waist and putting his head on your lap. Even in this position, he was huge. He covers his red eyes, starting to slowly rub his face against your knees and emit a light purr. Just like a kitten...

"Missed you."

And again just one phrase. But it's enough to make your heart start to ache strangely in your chest. Your hands seem to move by themselves, burrowing into his unruly curls and massaging his tense skin. A strange feeling of deja vu appeared inside. As if it really was before...

Looking up, you don't find a kitten.

"Michael," you mutter softly, frowning, and notice that the man raised his head, looking at you with his puppy dog eyes. His name... Michael? Just like your kitten. You sigh softly and smile at him. The man... No, Michael, he smiles a little in response and you see little fangs peeking out from under his lips. A vampire... But it doesn't scare you. For the first time, nothing scares you. It's like you've finally come home.

Vincent Sinclair

It was a huge picturesque mansion where you wanted to stay longer. All this mysterious interior in the mystical light of blood candles caused a strange excitement in your stomach.

You slowly climb up to the second floor, looking at the paintings and leading your hand along the different railings. A truly blood-stirring place.

Walking to the second floor, your feet lead you to the first room you come across. A spacious room with dark curtains on the windows, inside there were several tables littered with papers and paraffin candles standing on them. But what caught your eye were the drawings. Oh, Father, it was a whole picture gallery! All the walls of the room were hung with old, slightly yellowed and frayed paper. And on each sheet there were different faces, as if alive. You came closer to examine them and... Your face was here. It was almost perfect. The accuracy with which your facial features and your hair were transferred, although they were somewhat longer in the portraits... Your smile is so bright and colorful. Your eyes... It was really you. But you've never worn such strange dresses... And where did your image come from here?

There was a thump behind you, as if something heavy had fallen to the floor. You turn around and freeze in place.

It was a man. He was dressed in unusual clothes for modernity, rather resembling the costumes of the Victorian era. His long hair fell over his broad shoulders, and his face was covered with a snow-white mask. Several heavy volumes of books lay on the floor in front of him. So that's what it fell...

It seems the man is hesitating. His ringed hands are shaking a little as he gathers his thoughts. It was as if he had seen a ghost. Or a goddess.

The stranger is slowly moving towards you, his dark hair flowing over his strong shoulders like silk ribbons. He slowly knelt down, gently hugging you with trembling hands. You feel this cold touch on your hot skin, but it seems almost... comforting. You look down at him, your hands almost reflexively reaching for his hair, gently running through the soft strands. And he shudders. A dull, barely audible whimper fills the room. The man presses closer to your body and mutters something indistinctly.

A simple "Vincent" flashes through your head, and you don't notice how you say it out loud. The man shudders, looking up at you, and your heart freezes. His blood-filled eyes look at you with unprecedented love and tenderness. You're back, they say.

Hannibal Lecter

"You're finally here, Mieloji."

It was a deep male voice that made your blood run cold in your veins. You slowly turned your head towards the stairs, noticing a tall man on it.

He was dressed in a dark suit with a starched white shirt peeking out from under his vest. His entire appearance radiated elegance and sophistication. Those carefully arranged hair on her head, shining in the bloody candlelight. This sweet, but at the same time dangerous, intoxicating snow-white smile with plump pink lips. And, oh, those blood-red eyes looking into the very depths of your trembling soul.

As he slowly descends towards you, you back away, pressing into the wall. The man reaches out to you with his pale hand with neatly sharpened nails, touching your cheek. Only now do you notice how much he towers over you. Like a predator over a prey.

"I had no hope of meeting you again, Mieloji," He whispers, leaning against your neck and looking at you with his burning eyes.

"S-Sorry... But I don't understand what you're talking about..." You mutter softly, feeling your knees slowly give way, "Maybe you're confusing me with someone..."

"Oh, no, dear. I recognize you from a thousand," He whispers with a predatory smile, baring a pair of sharp fangs, "I recognize you from a thousand, Y/N."

"How do you know my name?" Your voice is shaking. It seems like it was too much for you. You were scared.

"Shh, Mieloji. I didn't mean to scare you," His gaze softens for a moment as he runs his thumb over your trembling lip, "I'm Hannibal."

He probably expected this name to give you some hint of what's going on, but you just nervously pursed your lips. What a strange man he is... Although it was worth this name to fly off his plump lips, as your heart skipped a light beat. But this is not enough to believe his words. You're just scared...

"It seems you've really forgotten me, Mieloji," Hannibal murmured with a slight bitterness, looking into your beautiful eyes. Oh, he was drowning in their alluring depths every time, "I shouldn't have let you go then... But I cherished you too much to deprive you of the joys of mortal life."

The man wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you into his cold embrace. Your smaller body looked so perfect in his hands... The pleasant aroma of his body hits you in the nose, mixed with a slight taste of copper and sandalwood. At this moment you feel so calm, here in his arms. It's as if the whole world around you has ceased to exist, just you and him.

His cold hand slowly looks at your tense back, lightly sliding his nails on the fabric of your clothes. Hannibal remembered it all too well: every curve of your body, the scent of your hair and your gentle voice. It was definitely you, his beloved, who returned to him after centuries. He knew it right away, as soon as he noticed you at the gate through the window of the second floor.

"Mieloji, I've missed you so much... I thought I wouldn't see you again," he muttered, a hint of relief in his voice.

Oh, how you wanted to believe him. It all seemed like a pleasant dream. You just moved out of your old town and entered a mansion you didn't know, but this was the first time you really felt at home. You were in the right place.

You almost reflexively squeeze the fabric of his vest between your fingers, and the man lets out a light laugh. He pulls away, still holding you by the waist and burying his free hand in your hair. Hannibal tilts your head slightly to the side.

"Let me show you my love again," he whispers, and you feel a painful burning sensation in your neck.

His sharp fangs cut into your flesh, and his pink lips begin to slowly suck your skin. It was painful. But gradually this feeling was replaced by something like... pleasure?

"Let me help you remember everything, Mieloji."

#slashers x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x reader

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 6 months

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Unwanted Attention

Bayverse!Leonardo x reader

The boys have brought you along for a party at the NYPD headquarters, where a police woman finds your crush, Leonardo, very interesting. Leo on the other hand is not interested and turns to you for help.

Warnings: Spelling and an annoying police woman that doesn't understand no.

All characters are at least 21.

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The atmosphere at the NYPD headquarters was vibrant, filled with laughter and cheers. Drinks were served along with snacks, and a table where everyone was free to serve themself. It was police chief Vincent’s idea, as a way to celebrate the new partnership between the NYPD and the mutant turtles. It also served as a way to celebrate the defeat of Kraang, and to let the rest of the department meet the four turtle brothers that had saved New York City once again.

The brothers, not sure what to do with so many humans around them, had invited you, April, Caesy and Vern. They insisted that the four of you had as much to do with the saving of New York City, yet they failed to remember that it was them that came up with a plan and guided everybody through it.

Yet there you were at the NYPD headquarters, with a drink in hand chatting and laughing with the people around you. Raphael was having a conversation with Caesy about motorbikes, Donatello, April and police chief Vincent was talking about something techy, while Vern and Michelangelo was trying to see who could drink their drinks the fastest. You had been standing with Leonardo and a policeman, talking about your experiences during the Kraang invasion.

As the three of you spoke, you couldn’t help but throw glances in Leo’s direction. You had known him for two years now, and you couldn’t deny your growing feelings for the leader in blue. Especially not after the ordeal that was the Kraang invasion. There was just something about him that drew you in - his confidence, his leadership, his unwavering dedication. And his eyes. Those pretty blue eyes that made your stomach tingle. But little did you know that Leonardo harbored feelings for you as well, just as you secretly held a crush on him. He had been aware of these growing feelings ever since April pulled you to the roof where they had asked her to meet them so they could bring her to Master Splinter.

As the night unfolded, Leonardo found himself trying to enjoy the celebration, but he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. And it wasn’t your beautiful eyes looking at him every once in a while. No, it was some new strange eyes on him. Unknown eyes. Glancing around, his eyes met those of a police woman, her gaze intense and determined. Curiosity piqued, she made her way through the crowd until she stood beside him, right next to the police man. You saw her as she came over, a nauseating feeling growing in your stomach. You did not like the way she looked at Leonardo.

"Leonardo, right?" she asked with a coy smile, her voice carrying a subtle flirtation.

Leo nodded, a bit caught off guard, slightly fidgeting with the glass in his hand. "Yeah, that's me. Can I help you with something?"

The police woman leaned in slightly, her eyes locking onto his. Leo leaned away, clearly not expecting it. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. A fearless leader, I presume?"

Leonardo chuckled nervously, his eyes darting around the room. "I don't know about fearless, heh. We just do what we can to keep the city safe".

She playfully twirled a strand of hair with a smug smile. You wanted to yank her hair to whip that smile off of her face. "Well, a brave man deserves a reward. How about another drink, or maybe a dance, Leonardo?"

Leo hesitated, glancing around as he searched for a polite way to decline. You could see the “nope” written across his face. "I- I appreciate the offer, but I'm here with my brothers and my best friends… Maybe some other time?"

She didn't seem deterred, stepping closer. You were getting mildly shocked. Wasn’r she supposed to be a police officer? "Come on, Leo. We're here to celebrate. Loosen up a little".

Leo felt the awkward tension, realizing he needed a way out of this encounter. That's when he remembered you stood by his side. He turned to you, catching your eye briefly.

"(Y/N)... Babe?", Leonardo said, trying to keep his tone casual as he turned to his friend, noticing your surprised look at the sudden nickname. "We have plans later tonight, don’t we?"

You stared at him for a second, heart skipping a beat when you suddenly realized what was happening. The urgency in his eyes and the way she started to look at you in confusion. The police man the two of you had been talking to looked even more confused by the sudden change in your demeanor. "Yeah, we agreed not to go home too late, since we have that thing with your dad tomorrow".

“I knew there was something”, Leonardo said, acting relieved, before placing a hand on your back, making your knees go a little weak. “Thank you for reminding me, babe. I don’t know what I would do without you”. That’s when Leo pulled you close and placed a kiss on your forehead. You could feel your knees buckle and your head spin as he turned to the woman, and told her he couldn’t go out for a drink or a dance.

That was when she finally took the hint and left, you and Leo watching to make sure she wouldn’t be back. Once she was gone for good, you and Leo let out a sigh of relief, turning back to continue your conversation with the police officer, only to realize he had left, leaving the two of you alone.

You turned to Leonardo with a teasing smile, and smacked him gently on his strong bicep. "You know, you owe me for saving you back there".

Leo chuckled, rubbing his arm as if you had actually hurt him. "I owe you big time, (Y/N). Thanks for being my fake girlfriend".

Your heart warmed and broke at the same time. The word “girlfriend” brought you happiness, but the word “fake” tore it apart. Yet you had thought that was it. That Leo would take a step back and leave you alone. But he didn’t. The rest of the night Leo stayed close to your side, placing a hand on or around you every once in a while. You thought it was because he caught a glance of the police woman or something, and therefore you didn’t think much more about it.

As the night continued one, the two of you found a quieter spot away from the crowd. It was down one of the hallways from the big area the main body of the part was held in. Here the light was dim, with an empty couch with space for the two of you. You took a seat, laughing at a really bad joke Leo had told you. It was nothing new. Every once in a while Leo would make you laugh with his dry humor, to the point where you would be in tears.

“You can’t say stuff like that Leo”, you laughed, drawing away the tears that had formed in your eyes. “We’re surrounded by police”.

Leonardo smiled as you laughed, feeling his heart beat a little faster. He looked into your eyes with a warmth that went beyond their charade. It was a look that made your laughter quite down, feeling excitement and nervousness grow in your stomach. Leo’s eyes just had this power over you, that you couldn’t explain.

"I have something to confess," Leo began, his tone serious yet sincere, causing your breath to hitch for a moment. Leo fidgeted with his hands, looking at them instead of your eyes now. "(Y/N), I... It’s really not easy to say, but I think it’s about time. I… I've had feelings for you for quite a long time now. I just didn't know how to tell you, at least until now". Leo swallowed a lump, still not looking you in your eyes. “When you played my fake girlfriend I realized… how badly I really want to. I mean, how badly I want you to be my real girlfriend. I know it’s strange, but I just couldn’t do this without telling you”.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and a blush crept onto your cheeks as you felt your smile growing big and bright. "Really?”. The happiness in your voice made Leo look up at you. “Because I've kinda had a crush on you too for some time now".

Leonardo smiled, a mix of relief and happiness crossing his face. He breathed out a sigh of relief, his head working to find a way to answer you. "Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one".

You both chuckled, unsure of what to say or do. You cursed yourself for being so awkward, and Leo yelled at himself for being so nervous around you, even after he had fought an alien from another dimension.

Then Leo finally asked. “(Y/N)? Can I kiss you?”

You could only imagine how you looked when you heard his question. “Of course you can Leo”.

The kiss that followed was soft and unsure, yet with a passionate undertone. Leo held you close with a soft hand on your face, as if he was scared he would break you by accident. But once you placed your arms behind his neck and leaned further into him, the kiss ever so slowly turned more and more passionate. Leo’s hands moving from your face to your back, pulling you closer to him.

Who would have thought that some unwanted attention from a flirty police officer, was the push the two of you needed?

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twistedbloodstain · 10 months

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vincent de gramont x reader: you had a speech, you're speechless | the calm before the storm.

plot: the one where you try to get what you want.

warnings: (plot could be reader girlbossed,gaslighted and gate kept her way to success?), more threats, vincent slowly loses the idgaf war bc he’s down bad, bad transitions bc this was supposed to be one part only :<, ooc!vincent (he liked playing savior in this sorry)

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part one

you sat as you stared in silence.

you were still in the marquis’ estate, still imprisoned but only for a few more days until you make your departure to the tokyo continental with caine.

you were bored and impatient right now.

earlier you decided to make use of the large library the marquis had, a large book about dangerous poisons found in the wild that was supposed to occupy you was abandoned on your lap.

the room was quiet, but you? not so much. pent up rage was scratching to get out of you the longer you spent under his roof.

the threat of the death of your family still loomed over your head like a noose, the marquis was taking every measure to keep you obedient to his requests, thankfully you were still informed on the current plans of evasion once john wick was confirmed to be within the territory of the hotel.

you were informed yesterday that once he was sighted on continental grounds while being stalled by your father, the marquis’ men would storm into the hotel blocking every crevice for exit. the marquis chose to at least have sixty men enter the premises but you couldn’t help but worry with how little it would matter for wick.

you feared for your father’s safety, you preferred to keep him away from john’s grasp afraid that when his trick was uncovered his blood would be the first one to spill on the ground. you wanted to raise concern about this but your voice mattered little to the interests of the table.

you were not in favor of the attack being in the tokyo continental, much more with your family present during it.

as of today, no briefing of further improvements from the plan hasn’t been given to you. it made you antsy and nervous with the current steps provided, you wanted your family safe and sound by the end of this. so you came up with a different approach which you wanted to share with the marquis, once you’re called to his office.

a sound resonates through the room, someone knocks the door you voice out for the person to come in and the door opens. a guard enters the room and tells you the marquis would like to see you.

you nod and make your way to the door.

once you face the familiar door of the marquis’ office, you hesitantly knock and swallow all your fear and trepidations, shrugging it off in exchange for your strength. you found it difficult to deal with him, not when he always reminded you of murdering your family.

the door’s opened by a pair of guards, revealing the marquis sat on his office chair. you walk inside to the table where he gestures for you to sit down. you accept and plop yourself on the cushioned chair.

you greet him with a false smile plastered on your face.

“i have something to ask you, mademoiselle.” he starts.

“ask away.” you reply leaning back on the chair to relax.

“do you have the faintest idea where john wick might be?” he asks in wonder.

“i’m afraid not.” you hesitantly answer.

“hm..my men say the same. such a disappointment.” he mutters, you ponder if you or his men were the disappointment he was referring to.

“still no word from him?” you question.

“none, not a single trace of him.” he replies in annoyance, “the tokyo continental reports that he has not made his entry yet, you may be coming back later than predicted.”

“perhaps..i may be of help.” you carefully trudge out. he laughs in delight and faces you, staring into your eyes.

“and how would i do that by letting you leave? you know the answer to that.” he chuckles.

“no..of course not. i’m starting to enjoy the lovely company of your estate, it would be horrible to leave so soon.” you scoff at that in hilarity. you did wish could leave his estate right now and you did plan to offer finding john yourself but was quickly extinguished, luckily there’s also plan b.

“i know someone,” you continue, “a tracker, a damn good one at that. if you let me speak to him, surely he would be able to find john wick in less than a day.” you persuade him.

the marquis frowns at that, he remained unconvinced with your idea. clearly, the thought of you running off to betray him was still fresh in his mind after all your steadfast refusal of him a few days earlier were still present.

it would take more than sweet and flowery words to get him to slowly listen to what you have to say, even if it’s very unpleasant for you.

it’s not like you have much of a choice when it comes to him, you either have to endure your stone cold facade or delicately peel your layers down for him.

you need to appear genuine to him, that your interests have finally aligned with his and he can trust you on fragile matters such as the one he is facing right now. he needs to be convinced that like him, you are just as determined to see john wick dead.

you’ll need to trick him with his desires and ideas. manipulate his pride and fears to bend his will to yours just as he did to you.

you’re not the only one who knows how to play, you thought.

he has often weaponized your love for you family to force you to obey him, a sharp weapon he has wielded against you and others, like caine. you don’t want to end up like caine, like a dog that sits and barks according to his master’s command. you cannot afford that especially with your family’s line of work and the marquis’ empty words.

but neither does he know the very sword he held could be used against him, with the right movement and grip it could be used to slit his throat and he wouldn’t see it coming.

“although your offer is welcomed, i have reasons to doubt the skill of this tracker you speak of.” he responds, reclining on his chair.

“i know.” you whisper, “but if his skill is the reason for your doubt, i can only say he’s the most efficient one i know of.”

“tell me, mademoiselle what is his name?” he inquires, digging into your offer.

“i’m not quite sure what his name is but he refers to himself as a “nobody”” you eagerly reply.

“any man who is afraid to reveal himself is a coward,” he retorts.

“well, we never bothered to inspect and investigate his real name out of respect and professionalism, he delivers as expected and requested.” you defend.

“tell me about this mr. nobody’s work.”

“we hired him when he started his early days as a tracker, my…mother and i were abducted by some russian mafia in our home.” you sigh shakily, “my father had hired every available tracker and assassin staying in the continental but they returned empty handed or their head in a box. out of pure desperation, a man offered to find us and return with information.” you continued.

“in less than two days, he returns with the intel and later that very same day, i came home.” you finish.

“and your mother?”

you open your mouth but nothing comes out, the world seems to halt as you recount the events that occurred during that day. you swallow a sob and sigh shakily again before trying to find your words. nothing comes out of your mouth as you fiddle with your hands, when you look up you see the marquis staring at you.

“i..i don’t..i can’t” you look away from him and stutter, a tear falling down on your cheek.

“i apologize for pressing on, i should’ve known that something frightening like that must still hurt.” he apologizes.

“no..it’s alright. i understand.” you exhale nervously.

“i know that both of us started on the wrong path but rest assured, my loyalty and obesience is tied to you just as my family is. you have no reason to trust me as your advisor or confidant but i promise you, from this day and forward i will give you no reason to distrust me,” you announce, “i want us to be allies, you have proven yourself a better ally and a formidable foe. i want you to succeed, for my family’s sake and yours, let me help you.”

you finish your words, slightly breathless from it. you watch carefully for the marquis’ reaction to your words, for any trust or strife that might develop on his very lovely face.

quite unfortunate you plan on seeing that face dead on the floor.

the marquis stands up from his chair and your blood runs cold, still unsure with what he was going to do with you. he leaves his chair and makes his way towards you, you keep your eyes on him just as his eyes are on you.

his eyes were empty and uncanny but still carried a certain steel to them, like it carried unbridled violence and anger under that polished and elegant exterior fighting to get out. he stops in front of you, still sitting on the chair and reaches for your hand.

you let him take it curious as to what he was going to do with it, your sense slowly going manic out of fear that he might hurt you because he saw through your farce attempt to sway him.

the jolt of pain never arrives.

instead a delicate gesture is given to you, probably the most delicate thing he’s ever given you.

he kissed your hand.

the back of your hand.

your brain short circuited from that in confusion, was it an odd french tradition or act was happening right now, you never expected the marquis to be a gentleman especially with how rough you had been handled to captivity.

you look up at him, your hand hovering over his lips and a strand of hair falling on his forehead. if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was an eligible prince out of fairytale stories, all princely and honorable. he certainly looks the part, but you know what his nature is like, he has violent impulses and greedy desires the keeps him together.

“i believe you, mademoiselle. i will be willing to accept any offer of your help to improve our current operation.” he promises.

“thank you.” you put on the sweetest smile and probably the only genuine smile you’ve cooked up under his roof. slowly but surely, it can be safe to assume that you’d wormed your way into his head with a sob story and a few tears.

“perhaps, you’d like to discuss more of your suggestions over dinner?” he offers.

and lovestruck? or cuntstruck, you’re not sure, that part surprised you but you’ll welcome it nonetheless, any opportunity to warp his decisions is appreciated.

tears are a woman’s weapon, also what’s between their legs but god knows that you don’t need the latter for that when it comes to him hopefully, you could tease him for that or toy with him but it won’t come to the point you’ll give it to him, your tears were sufficient enough.

“of course.” you beam at his request.

the pieces of his downfall fall into their places.

you finish tucking the buttons of your coat as you prepare to leave the estate, you were currently shrugging on your trench coat that was graciously returned to you, you had worn it on your arrival here and it had sentimental value to you so..yay.

you fix the sleeves to fit your arm, the weather outside was freezing cold with the current storm raging outside the walls of the marquis’ estate. you search for your gloves and speak of the devil, who was sitting on the couch of the guest room.

“are you sure you wish to join them, mademoiselle?” he inquests in annoyance.

“it’s my father’s territory, he will need me.” you reply.

“i’m quite sure that they will be fine on their own.” he mumbles slowly but still clear enough to hear.

you look back at him as slowly sips the glass of wine perched on his hand. he held and drank it with a certain grace and poise that you’re sure only nobility does. that’s what he was though, he was a marquis. it’s only fitting.

you don’t bother to make a reply for his statements of contention, he had already given his word to you and it was already settled, you are leaving for the tokyo continental. although he doesn’t seem lenient you don’t need to wander far enough to know the reason why.

maybe your little game of manipulating him to his good graces went a tad bit too far, ever since the both of you began to have dinner together ever since that night he insisted to dine with you for the following days, saying something about “business talks”, despite the fact that once the doors closed and the both of you were seated, the talk of work seemed little to none as the days pass by.

you could see through his bluff, if there were another pair of eyes and a brave tongue it would be logical to say that he likes you and that these dinners were an attempt of courtship.

the marquis courting you, very funny.

if you told yourself this would happen a few weeks ago, you might’ve laughed yourself out. yet it’s here, the marquis likes you and he is courting you. you anticipated his allyship, that he might see you as a business companion rather than someone he’d be interested in but you don’t mind. you did achieve his trust and somewhat assisted him in some matters so you don’t mind when he stares at you most of the time even if it feels eerie.

out of caution and to keep him pleased, you tolerated his advances. you accepted the invitations to dinner,lunch, breakfast and every mealtime possible, you gave your most genuine advice when he asked for it and you graciously accepted his gifts, all expensive with the might that money could buy.

and you force a sweet smile every time he enters the room, just to make him think it’s reserved for him and only for him. you charmingly call out his name, just to make his head turn and keep his attention on you. most of all, you chuckle when he hints on keeping you here with him.

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when you first heard this you almost lost your composure, almost cracking your exterior but you’ve seen with your wit and his combined every business operation that occurred had gone smoothly for the past weeks, you assumed it’s only practical for him to keep wise people around him so you shrugged it off.

however, it happened several more times. you realize that it meant more than that, he actually fucking likes you. not in a business sense but in a love interest kind of sense, you were in deep trouble because you understood that you had to be more careful than ever but also you had him blind enough to no longer see the betrayal that lingered beneath your skin.

his hints were…frightening to say the least, you had no intention of extending your stay in his estate but his words were unsettling with how he could just act on them with the snap of his fingers.

at first they had been polite, more like an invitation than an intrusive thought that left his mind. he gave out invitations on extending your stay for “business” and when you courteously refused he’d assert on you coming over for specific times of the year where “the weather is the loveliest”. you looked up the dates he’d given out and it revealed to be the worst times and you can’t help but ponder if the marquis actually appreciated these times and it was a personal preference or it was just a coincidence that flights were usually delayed or unavailable during it.

the ones that followed were the hardest to deflect, he’d contend for you to visit specific places like museums or lavish art shows. you’re quite sure that it’s an effort to make you fall in love with the place but you’ve either politely accepted or declined.

the latest statements started with some parts of the estate that you appreciated which seemed harmless at first but then raised some concerns, he mentioned how awful you must miss it when you leave and that he wouldn’t be bothered if you stayed for a few more months.

yes. he said months.

you almost spat out your drink because of that but gladly you easily regained your composure and expressed how you wish you could hide away from the world to spend time in his garden.

all lies of course.

you give out a small smile and finally make your reply, his eyes expectant for your words.

“i agree, but it doesn’t hurt to be cautious. does it not?”

“i suppose you are right.” he gives in, his face slowly merging into the cold stature quite unpleasant that you didn’t insist to stay.

“oh, i think i forgot to mention this to you but my sister and i have this matter to take care of..around here. can i expect you to host us?” you suggest to him, you almost see his eyes light up in happiness and the cold stature disappears, a smirk replacing it.

“of course. anything for you, mademoiselle.” he beams.

“lovely.” you smile at him again.

you didn’t have any work to do here with your sister. it was just a lie to keep him happy of course but you found yourself keeping him delighted more than ever. it was becoming pathological, whether it was keeping him satisfied or successfully cooking up a lie on the spot.

you turn your back from him again and walk towards the table stationed beside the mirror. you spot the black briefcase on the table and open it, a click echoes through the room as the case reveals a silenced handgun perched delicately between the satin cushion.

another precaution in case things get even uglier.

“i have something for you.” the marquis calls out, you hear the glass of wine clinking as it’s set on a glass table and his footsteps that get louder while he heads towards you.

this is it.

in a span of a hours or days you’ll be safe.

you’ll never have to worry about your family being slaughtered like pigs ever again.

john wick will give you the solace and vengeance you’re yearning for.

and the marquis will be dead.

he’ll be dead.

he has to.

no more spending your mealtimes with him. no more walks in the garden of his cavernous estate. no more deep talks of analysis about paintings or musical pieces the world offered.

there won’t be vincent, vincent who is looming behind you as you tuck the gun underneath your coat.

he won’t be there anymore. you exhale.

“close your eyes, mademoiselle.” he softly whispers into your ear, you realized how close he was within your proximity with how you could hear his breath, “one last gift before you leave.”

you stop your movement and indulge in him for one last time.

you close your eyes and harden yourself, remembering the things he said to you under captivity, how he easily threatened to murder your father and sister as if it was a simple greeting to you. how he always held power in the room whenever you were there. how it would be a piece of cake for him to kill you within a second if he wanted.

you feel something cold trace your neck, you flinch and reach up to grasp it until you’re stopped with vincent’s palm, which is comparably larger than yours. he softly rubs his fingers into the back of your hand, making smooth circles to soothe you when he noticed your apprehension.

“you have nothing to fear. this is a gift, you will see it when i tell you to open your eyes.” he tuts.

for a moment, you thought he was going to strangle you until you came to your senes and realized it was likely a piece of jewelry. you lower your hand wanting to get rid of the contact your hand made with his. his hand stayed for a few seconds before squeezing it then letting go.

his hands linger behind you, now at your hair tucking it to the side so he could hook the necklace in place. it takes him a several seconds to achieve that, the warmth of his fingers sometimes making contact with your neck every one in a while. everytime it made contact, goosebumps erupted on your arm and a warm flush appearing on your face.

you two have never been this close.

whenever it was dinner, the both of you were at least a few meters away whilst you chatted and ate. when it was for the walks you both kept a respectable distance from each other.

this is is entirely different.

“open your eyes.” he whispers again before turning you to face him.

you open them and glance down at your chest, you see the thin silver chain that was adorned around your neck and a small pendant that rested high. your eyes widen when you realize what the pendant was.

it was his sigil. it was the marquis’ sigil around your neck.

the very same sigil pinned on the blazer of his suit.

not a lot of people can don it.

you look up to him speechless. your brain couldn’t formulate a single coherent thought with what just happened. vincent on the other hand, looks pleased with himself. he seemed to enjoy your state of shock and confusion.

you might’ve belittled what he felt for you. surely, this really means something. you didn’t expect him to be so bold with his affection, he was leaving his mark before you left, even with the reassurance that you would return.

he wants everyone to now that even if he isn’t in the room and you aren’t within his estate, you were his.

“do you like it? looks familiar no?” he teases, before taking another step closer to you, you wanted to take a step back but because of your shock you failed to do it.

he takes the pendant and toys with it on his hands, a smile forming on his lips as he stares into your eyes and you realized he’s waiting for your answer.

“it’s beautiful.” you squeak.

his smile even widens with your reply, “i’m glad you like it. i have more trinkets shaped like this, i would be happy to show them to you.” he offers.

“yes, that would be certainly interesting.”

he lets go of the pendant and lets his hand linger below your face, he stares at you and you look at him wary of the next thing he might do. your brain is not processing anything right now and the next thing shakes you to your core. vincent hesitantly reaches up to the side of your face to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

your entire body shuts down as he leans even closer and his hand leaves your hair as it travels to your jaw, he redirects your gaze to him.

“i want you to stay safe. do not deviate from the plan no matter how chaotic it gets, if things end up worse than expected you know where the extraction site is, let caine lead. if you see john wick do not go after him. do you understand?” he whispers.

still speechless, with the constant shock going through your body, you failed to make a reply which even solidified another shocking event to stun you even more.

with your lack of reply his other arm reaches behind and grasps your waist and pulls you towards him, flushing your body against his warmth. you gasp stunned with how close the both of you are as your hand flies to his elbow from the sudden movement.

vincent squeezes your waist to soothe you. he’s holding you and it feels so nice. so warm and comfortable, like you’re right where you belong. you can’t help but hesitantly lean into his touch when you notice the anxiousness from your lack of words.

“if you’re suddenly not feeling well, you can always stay here to wait it out.” he offered as his eyes soften when he sees you leaning into him.

the next set of words are what snaps you out of your shock, you’re snapped back to what you’re here for. what you intended to do to him. all his threats and words flow right back into your mind and your fear because him erupts again.

you cannot let this happen.

you can’t enjoy this. you shouldn’t enjoy the touch of the same man who threatened to slaughter your family in front of you and threatened to kill you. the same man who forced you to do things that made you feel pathetic inside. how can he gave you a necklace you become butter in his hands? you can’t give into him, you’ve suffered through days of captivity and attempts of manipulation and left in one piece, you can’t lose right now.

not when you’ve gotten this far. not when you’re so close to winning against him.

you lean back away from him, the sugarcoated answer lingering on your lips to get what you want but to also appease him.

you smile at him as pieces of his downfall slowly starts to come together.

you’re being dragged.

two men are dragging you somewhere and it the fact that you’re blindfolded only makes shame sink into your gut even deeper.

the essence of failure is a scent that you are sunk into right now, john wick as expected had managed to evade the sixty men the marquis had provided, the very same sixty men also managed to snuff out a large portion of staff in the tokyo continental.

duty. honor. family.

three things you have lived and would die for no matter the situation. all of these are why you continue to fight the losing game that you didn’t know you were playing at first. so had your father.

your father had sensed the uncanny and lengthy stay you had in france so naturally he assumed that you were held against your will and naturally he sided with john to get you back. you genuinely thought that he had bought the farce the marquis gave, especially with the letter you gave.

but who are you if not fretful? your duty is to your family and no one else’s, not even the high table’s. of course your father would know that the letter was coerced.

behind a large pillar you witnessed the altercation in the tokyo continental go from neutral to worse, for you to witness several acquaintances die under other people’s hands was painful to see only for you to run away in the shadows and red lights in search of the man the marquis specifically prohibited you from finding. you can’t let them die in vain so you move on, you look for john wick.

you scoured every corner of the hotel, hearing gunshots echoing through the halls, grunts of pain, screams of agony and skin slicing under the weight of knives but to no avail. john wick had left, and you felt pathetic once again. how are you going to make this work if the most crucial part wasn’t here?

your father who had refused to comply with the marquis has bled for you and you can’t even do anything to return the gesture.

the first piece that made your stomach ache in dread.

it made you change your priorities.

you decided to just run. run with your family and go somewhere safe, and hope for the best. not much of a plan but when your shoulders are shaking and tears are rolling down your cheeks you can’t exactly make a concrete plan. the only thingy you needed to do right now was find your father and sister, silently praying they made it out alive.

you made your way towards the discreet pier where the hotel’s safest escape route was, only to find no one there but an empty boat and puddles of blood on the ground. you paused, everything overwhelming your senses. you were too late.

author’s note: vincent back with the one sided affection again!!! i stg it’s so fun writing him when he’s yearning and stuff…contemplating whether i should write the next part in his pov bc it eats up 🔛🔝 anyways feel free to like and reblog or comment! i am also accepting requests :)

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streussal · 7 months

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Fanvid recs: Louis/Lestat

I put together a list of some of my favourite Loustat fanvids for Louis month at @iwtvfanevents. There’s a fair variety here, in terms of tone, music, and general vidding style.

(I put together a separate rec list for Louis character vids here.)

General Trigger Warnings (not all apply to every single vid): violence, blood, murder, some gore, fire, domestic violence, suicide.

bloodsport by @lezarus - Loving you’s a bloodsport (music by Raleigh Ritchie)

cherry (youtube link) by @cuntylestat / xScribbledDreaming - I fall to pieces when I'm with you, I fall to pieces. My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme. And all of my peaches (are ruined) (music by Lana Del Rey)

Horny Angry Tango (youtube link) by @jennaflare - Our love has transformed into hate. Damn! Sex right now would sure be great (music from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend)

I Love You Like an Alcoholic (youtube link) by @fluffyrabbitofdoom - One last kiss, I need you like I need a broken leg (music by The Taxpayers)

Mamma Mia (youtube) by @homosexualslug / bravedeviatoredits - Here I go again! (music by Abba)

Me and My Husband by @claudiadupointedulac - I steal a few breaths from the world for a minute, and then I'll be nothing forever (music by Mitski)

Me and the Devil by alittlestitious339 - And I’m gonna see my man til I get satisfied - lots of dialogue from the show is used, subtitles available by pressing the CC button (music by Soap&Skin)

no children by @tallahasseemp3 - I hope I lie, and tell everyone you were a good wife. And I hope you die, I hope we both die (music by The Mountain Goats)

no more dreaming of the dead by rabbitmaze - In the shape of things to come, Too much poison come undone. - This uses a lot of dialogue from the show, but there’s subtitles if you press the CC button. (music - starts with Placebo, ends with Florence and the Machine)

off to the races (youtube link) by @cuntylestat/ xScribbledDreaming - My old man is a bad man (music by Lana Del Rey)

Rid of Me (youtube link) by @jennaflare - Tie yourself to me, no one else, no. You're not rid of me (music is a cover of PJ Harvey by Nilüfer Yanya)

Rip (youtube link) by @idontwikeit - You were there to rip apart, It always ends without a start (music by Snow Ghosts)

smoking section by @greatmortality - And sometimes I go to the edge of my roof, and I think I'll jump just to punish you. And if I should float on the taxis below, no one will notice, no one will know (music by St. Vincent)

Strangelove by sarpazoa - There’ll be times when my crimes will seem almost unforgivable (music by Depeche Mode)

vampire empire by @dykekingofhell - Where you can't seem to hold me, can't seem to let me go. So I can't find surrender and I can't keep control (music by Big Thief)

who is in control? (youtube link) by @annefraid / ohann4115 - dual character study of Louis & Lestat - Goddamn right, you should be scared of me (music by Halsey)

позови меня с собой (ask me to come with you) (youtube link) by @fireboiii - This song is in Russian, which I don’t know, so I have no lyrics for you. But it’s lovely. (music by Palina)

#iwtvfanevents #loustat #fanvids #vid recs #vids: iwtv #interview with the vampire

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visceravalentines · 2 years

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Sleepy Sinclair Headcanons

Thinking about them falling asleep helps me fall asleep.

Lester

Lester sleeps in plaid pajama pants always, and rotates through a selection of band tees, bar tees, and tank tops. No socks unless he’s sleeping at his little cabin in the woods, then sometimes he likes the extra warmth.

Sleeps curled up like a little creature in a den. Head is covered by the blankets or even sometimes by his pillow. Never gets too hot or freaks out about only breathing that warm air. Snores, but like a cute sleepy snore.

Normal person body temperature when he sleeps. If it’s cold out, he’s cold. If it’s hot, he’s hot.

Has to have some kind of white noise to sleep. When he’s out in nature, this is provided by the insects and night sounds. When he’s at the house, he’ll leave his window open or sleep with a fan on for the noise.

Absolutely adores sleeping under the stars. Has been known to take a pillow and blanket out on the roof on clear summer nights. Sometimes sleeps in a hammock in the yard or sets up camp in the back of Bo’s truck. His cabin has skylights above the bed so even when it’s not comfortable to actually sleep outside he can still see the sky.

Pretty solid sleeper. Mumbles nonsense in his sleep. Will not remember a lick of it in the morning. Not super prone to nightmares. His brothers helped create happy memories in the midst of a traumatic childhood and he has a lot of time to think out on the road by himself. He’s made a lot of peace with himself, his parents, and his past, more so than the twins have.

When sharing his bed with you, the two of you are tangled up like vines, burrowed in like bunnies. All cuddle positions are created equal. Will happily sleep this way too, no squirming away in the middle of the night.

Vincent

It gets hot in the basement despite it being underground. There’s a lot of machinery running during the day and Vinny keeps the heat up so the wax is more malleable. In the Louisiana climate it takes a while for things to cool back down so Vincent sleeps shirtless, wearing sweatpants or maybe even just his underwear depending on the season. No socks. Never socks. Death before dishonor.

Looks like a literal angel when he sleeps. Often on his back with his arms above his head, more often on his stomach with his head turned in profile on the pillow.

Always too hot. Another reason for sleeping shirtless. The covers on his cot downstairs consist of a single thin blanket. Upstairs in his bedroom he usually sleeps with a single blanket or sheet only.

Sometimes his hair is up, sometimes it’s down. If it’s a particularly muggy day he gets annoyed with it sticking to his neck and he’ll tie it up before bed. His mask is always off for sleeping and he cleanses, tones, and moisturizes his skin every night without fail.

Has to sleep with a light on. It’s not that he’s afraid of the dark, it’s that he gets up a lot in the night and would prefer to be able to see. Before meeting you, he would leave a candle burning all night, because everything the Sinclair family touches is a fire hazard. You have insisted he instead use a fake candle or one of those salt lamps. The fake candle is an affront to his sensibilities but he agrees you have a point.

Sleeps for two hours at a time tops. Constantly getting up to get a drink, take a piss, pace around his workshop. If he’s sleeping upstairs he’ll get up and eat a bowl of cereal at 2 AM. Doesn’t have a lot of nightmares but has semi-regular night terrors that are absolutely bloodcurdling. It sort of helps if he doesn’t sleep for long stretches, but also, he’s just a restless mind. Sometimes you’ll stir in the middle of the night and find him sitting and watching you, sketching or just watching, nursing a cup of tea.

Sleeps in the basement when he’s in a creative period, which is usually the case. If he’s between projects, or suffering from artist’s block, or just finally ready to see some scenery outside of the basement, he’ll wander upstairs for bed.

Will snuggle with you until you’re asleep, and then he will carefully extricate himself so he doesn’t disturb you when he gets up. Favorite position is big spoon, or you with your head on his chest and his arm around you.

Sleeps in a tee, often a thin white cotton one, and his boxers. Wears SOCKS about half the time like a MADMAN. And they’re those stereotypical calf-length ones too with the red stripe around the cuff.

Takes up the entire bed. Sprawls on his back with arms and legs akimbo. Snores so loud he wakes himself up sometimes. Also rolls like a log in his sleep, somehow remains unconscious despite thrashing around like a fish.

Bo runs hot, always. That plus the constant motion means he often sleeps with little more than a sheet whether or not there were other blankets there to begin with.

Has to have a glass of water by his bed at all times. Refills it every night before bed because who likes the taste of stale water? (Nobody.)

Does a complete sweep of the house every night before he turns in. Checks to make sure all the doors are locked and the windows are shut. Doesn’t make a big deal out of it at all, but by god, even if he’s wasted, he will stumble around the house and make sure his family is secure.

Sleeps like the dead. Cannot be woken up for love nor money. The only exception is this: if you try to sneak in, out, or past him, he is immediately awake and alert. If someone were to try the doorknob on the front door he would know about it. Call his name, shake his shoulder, slap his face? No luck. Whisper that you think you might’ve heard something? He heard it too and he’s already downstairs with a shotgun.

Has pretty frequent nightmares and jolts awake soaked in sweat. If he is sleeping alone, he will often stay awake for a while until the fear has faded. If you are there, he will attach himself to you like a creeper vine and fall back asleep much quicker.

This man was literally born a little spoon and that has never changed. Enjoys cuddling with you in all positions but when it’s time for sleeping, he will roll over and scootch that ass back against you and falls asleep well before you detach yourself to prevent overheating since he is the temperature of the sun.

Bonus: Jonesy!!!

This girl has many beds. She has a dog bed in the living room. She has a doghouse in the backyard. She has a bed in Vinny’s workshop. She has a special blanket in Bo’s room. She has Lester.

During the day she often forgoes all of these places in favor of a nice sunny patch where she can sprawl.

At night she chooses her favorite sleeping companion based on a mysterious set of factors. You and Lester are the only ones that let her sleep on the bed. Bo would rather die, and frankly, Jonesy does not enjoy being kicked accidentally by a sleeping menace. Vincent lets her on his cot when he’s not using it, but it is not super comfy for both of them to sleep on at the same time.

When Lester is home, Lester is the favorite, no questions asked. When Vincent gets up in the middle of the night and goes to the kitchen to forage, Jonesy will meet him there, squinting in the fluorescents, making sure he’s okay. She seems to have a knack for predicting Bo’s nightmares and will either settle down in his room or will get up from wherever she’s sleeping to go sit by his bed. Does this occasionally scare the shit out of him? Yes. But she’s doing her best and he knows it.

Jonesy is best girl end of story.

#house of wax headcanon #lester sinclair headcanons #vincent sinclair headcanons #bo sinclair headcanons #slasher x reader #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #jonesy sinclair

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free-boundsoul · 1 month

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Things I think of everytime I listen to the Imperium:

What if Vindemiator had kept Freelancer as a pet? What can I say? I liked the act he put up in front of Kody

Speaking of mean guys, damn, Imp! Huxley gives me prime Hux when he was going to make Kody an underground spring.

Imp! Lasko has yandere vibes and I'm here for it.

Do you think Imp! Angel was a sort of whipping person for Prince Damien when he was younger? The kind that acted as a playmate and took any punishment for Damien when he meased up? Who better than an Unempowered human?

Talking about yandere vibes, Imp! Damien def gots them

I just want to give Imp! Avior a hug, though I think that would get me thrown off the roof

I can only imagine Imp! Vincent with silver hair and playing up the vampire look with flowy, ruffley shirts and leather pants.

Also, Erik is a little gremlin for adding in David asking Asher to come over for Halloween at the end of Welcome Back. It's so sweet and if you avoided the Imperium, you wouldn't have heard it

#redacted asmr #redacted audio

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imkillerbae · 1 year

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Beautiful Nightmare (Valorant Chamber x GN!Reader)

Words: 1.8k

CW: Slowburn, a lot of tension, a lot of kissing at the end, a lot of mistrust. Slightly horny content.

Summary: On a rainy day, you decide to explore the base, and you find the secretive Chamber tending to his weaponry, seemingly the only things in the world that he can trust. Reader is a simp. --------

“Rain, rain, go away… please I beg you.” Jett groaned, her palm gliding down the frosted windows.

You and Jett both planned to fly kites for fun today. The off days you get are few and far between, and feeling some grass and basking in the sunlight would’ve been a great way to spend it. Mother nature had other plans though.

Your head slams down on the table, and Reyna cringes at the sound of impact. She understood that the youngins were easy to bore while she enjoyed the soft sounds of rain pitter patting on the roof. “Don’t worry, we can still make this a great day.” Jett rubs your shoulders, and you give her a side eye. “How about this, we roam around the base! This place is huge, I’m pretty sure you haven’t seen the whole place!” She rubs her hands together, eagerly scheming. Her optimism was something you admired a lot.

“Really? What is there to see? Boxes of ammunition? Abandoned rooms? Gray walls?” You ask rhetorically. She shrugs in response. “Hey, there might be ghosts here you know. And plus, my idea beats wasting away our lives in this room.” She gestures to Cypher and KAY/O playing chess, the sound of their chess timer echoed in the room.

It was your turn to sigh. She was right. What other idea did you have anyway?

Plus, it was a good excuse to bump into him.

“Beats staying with these old people playing old people games.” You shrug, standing up, and Cypher gives you a scoff in response. “Just say you’re bad at this. Chess is an exhilarating game!”

Jett linked her arm with yours as you paced around the base. It was a large underground bunker type building, one of Valorant’s many bases. It wasn’t unusual for the team to move from one place to another during busy times. The rooms repeated themselves, as if multiplying by your increased boredom. Just when you think you’re hitting a dead end, more gray walls spawn from seemingly nowhere.

“Ah, shit. I need to pee.” Jett says, looking around for a bathroom she could use. “But the lavatories we passed by were two floors away?” You tell her, and she nods. “That’s not a problem. Just hope I don’t piss myself when I run up there.” She zooms past you and into the stairs, leaving you alone and bored.

You stood there for a while, waiting for her. But the silence was so loud, tinnitus hurting your ears. As luck would have it, you noticed that you were on the floor where Chamber resided often.

Chamber, well. He was something. Ever since you laid your eyes on the Frenchman, you knew you found him attractive. He was proud, suave and nonchalant. His gaze always made you melt, and the words of encouragement he gave you during battle always made you push on. Your conversations with him were always fruitful, even if sometimes he withheld information from you. Something about that was just so irresistible.

And he knew it. He knew that you were enamored.

It was obvious from the way you fumble on your words around him, your constant blushing, or whenever you worry about his health and safety before, during and after battles. So much so that you’ve heard the others bring up the situation to Vincent himself. Although he seems to have mastered the art of swaying the conversation to another direction. “It is merely a consequence of taking care of oneself,” you once heard him reply after being confronted about it.

Before you know it, you found yourself opening the door to his makeshift workshop. It was a shooting range, but since most kept their distance from him, he’d taken the empty range for himself.

“Yes?” He queries without sparing you a glance, tinkering at a gun who’s body was black, decorated with his signature gold markings. It glowed, mesmerizing you as you stood. “U-uhm, is it okay to watch you work?” You say nervously, fidgeting, unable to think of a proper excuse to intrude on his work at such a random time.

He lifts his eyes from his work and swivels his chair to face you, legs spread apart lazily on the seat. Twirling the small screwdriver between his fingers, he eyes you up and down. You gulp. It’s your first time ever being alone with your unrequited crush. No one anywhere to disturb you. Just you and him.

He smiles and then chuckles. “I do not mind at all, darling. I know I am quite the eyecatcher, even as I do the most mundane of things.” He replies smugly, and you nervously approach him, primping your hair and biting your lip. You were such a mess, and he barely even spoke yet.

“You arrived at the right time. I was just about to finish configuring the gears. Care to test the gun for me?” He says quietly, focused on his work. He glances at you for a reply, but he instead sees you staring at him instead of his work. This close, the gold tattoos at the side of his head were more vivid in color, gleaming almost. His hair wasn’t as kept clean as he’d prefer it, but it fit him all the same. Your heart skipped a beat. He was such a beautiful man.

He let you stare, thinking of the times Phoenix has implied your crush on him. He sighed on the inside, knowing too well that you had no chance. Not because he didn’t like you, not at all. If he were honest, he’d admit that he also had his eye on you. You were a great marksman, a team player, and most of all, vulnerable. In a way that you wore your heart on your sleeve, falling for a man like him.

That was the problem. You fell for a man like him. Someone who had too many secrets, too many crimes. Someone who was not trustworthy, someone not meant for a person like you. He’d only ruin your life if he entertained you.

Without warning, he stands up, and you jump in surprise. “The gun is as dashing as the wielder, yes?” He hands you the Vandal, modified to perfection. “Woah…” you say, breathless. Your heart was beating fast from staring, and so was his. He almost thought you two were going to close the gap and…

“I do not fancy rifles, but I have seen you carry the whole team wielding one. I am envious, of your skill, as well as your poise executing it.” He put his hands on his pockets, eyeing the targets before looking back at you with a small smirk. “I am honored to have you test this weapon for me.”

You nod, screaming on the inside. He was so close! He was much taller than you, especially with his confident posture. Blushing madly, you aim. Breathe in, breathe out. You pull the trigger, moving quickly from target to target. The scope was well engineered, as expected from the highly skilled weapons designer. The dust settles on the range as the gun’s barrel emitted smoke from the heat.

You examine the gun. “Wow, this is amazing… you’re so good at redesigning weapons to their max potential.” You smile at the gun, then back at Chamber, who took the gun from you. “A gun isn’t like people, ma cherie. Guns can be customized, reshaped, reworked to your liking, to maximize their firepower and work in synch with a radiant’s abilities.” He says, dragging a finger along the gold lines of the gun. He pulls the latch and reloads it.

“Unlike people, guns are trustworthy when manipulated to your liking.” He eyes you a bit harshly, but you almost miss it before he puts the gun down. “So be careful who you trust, ma cherie. Not everyone can be trusted.” He says with fake kindness in his eyes, stepping forward until he was merely inches away from you. A subtle warning. I’m not the one for you. Please, save yourself from pain. Leave.

You didn’t know what to reply to that. There was tension and it was increasing exponentially. Your bodies were mere inches away from each other, and you felt warm and fuzzy. You try your best to lift a hand and dust off his white shirt, your palm gliding over his broad chest, painfully slowly that he almost wanted to pull away. Your touch burned, in a good way.

“Well, know that you can always trust me, Vincent.” You say his name, and his breath hitches. Your touch made him tense up. You keep your hand on his chest, smiling happily. “And I’d gladly trust you with my life, anytime.” You say softly, closing the distance even more.

Before you could move any further, he pulls away from you, digging his nails on the desk. “I appreciate that, however it is best if you kept your distance from me.” He says sternly, avoiding your gaze. Your mouth hangs open for a moment before you snap out of it. “Why are you saying that?” You try to get close again, and he moves back. Seeing this, you instead reach for his cheek, then neck, and pull him closer as best as you could. He bends down, and you meet eye to eye again. It’s now or never, you thought to yourself.

“Chamber, you’ve proved time and time again that you can be trusted. You’ve saved us, saved me countless times. I don’t care what Brim says about you because I’ve seen what you can do. And what you choose to do,” you say, caressing his cheek, your eyes roaming his features before settling into those beautiful eyes. His lips part, but he says nothing.

“I’ll always keep you close… because I…” You stare into his dark brown eyes, his full of fear, and yours full of longing. He was someone who deceived and hid behind his machismo a sinister side. As much as he tried with style and glamour, nothing can change that.

Not even you.

“I love you.” You said finally, smiling as you softly stroke his cheek, a pale blush creeping up on his skin. He doesn’t pull away, despite this beautiful nightmare unfolding before his eyes. He glanced at your lips, and you caught it. “I am not the type of man you should be involving yourself with.” He says quietly, his hands reaching for your back.

“I love you,” you repeat before finally closing the distance. You kiss him longingly, pulling him down to you, your hand riding up its way from his neck to his head, pushing him deeper into the kiss.

He’s surprised, but leans into it. He didn’t realize how much he wanted this. He pressed your body into his, the tension finally releasing. You were not much of a kisser, but you tried your hardest to lead it. Clearly he was better at it than you, and before you knew it, you were a moaning mess for him, knees weak and breathless. Moaning eagerly into his mouth, he held you up and leaned you on the desk for support. He loved how much you’ve grown weak from him.

Once he pulls away, your head almost drops, you were dizzy and breathless. Drool was evident from the sides of your mouth while you gasped for air. Chamber also was flustered, leaning himself into you. He grabbed you by the arms to keep you steady and watched you. He made such a mess out of you that he couldn’t wait to do it again. You were both getting warm from it.

Before both of you could speak, a flash of light startles both of you, together with a shutter sound. Snapping both your heads to the direction of the sound, you find Jett with her phone, taking pictures.

“Phoenix is gonna freak when he sees this.”

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(A/N: This was on the verge of not being posted cuz it was so long. Anyway, I finally wrote a Chamber fic, how could I call myself a simp if I don’t right? Feel free to request anything :PPPP)

#valorant chamber #chamber x reader #valorant chamber x reader #valorant imagines #valorant #valorant headcanons #valorant chamber imagines #valorant chamber oneshot #valorant oneshots #valorant oneshot #chamber #fanfiction #valorant fanfiction

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trevorite · 3 months

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I just Wish.

[Now Normally I don't write fan fiction because I struggle with Writing but I did this as a practice so I can get better :D] [Ps: This ain't happy fan fiction Sob]

The rain fell making a soft pitter patter as it hit the roof of the Villa. Kerry was fast asleep and all cuddled up to his pillow, sleeping in just his underwear as he always did. Meanwhile Vincent was outside sitting down in one of the sun loungers that were near Kerry’s lake-like pool. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand, and a cigarette between the fingers of his other hand. It may have been raining but V didn’t care, he just… needed some time to think. It felt like just yesterday everything happened… felt like just yesterday him and Jackie were having fun doing gigs, making fun of each other, and fucking around just being gonks together. That just yesterday he had gone out and done the horrid heist at Konpeki Plaza with Jackie and T-bug.. and had lost both of them. And that just yesterday Dexter Deshawn had put a bullet into his head, and he woke up with a terrorist named Johnny fucking Silverhand Yelling at him for a smoke. Truthfully that had only been a few months ago, but it all was still so vivid. The memories kept replaying in V’s head, and every time they did he felt more and more guilty. Didn’t help that he was also dying, getting worse by the day. Finding a way to save both him and Johnny seemed impossible at this point, but he wasn’t going to just give up, not just yet. V sat up for a moment, setting the bottle of whiskey down as he took off his jacket. “Johnny?” he called out, waiting for a response. Of course the one time he wanted to talk to Johnny he was busy doing who knows what. V sighed, as he leaned back again. He had been feeling a bit down lately, and he couldn’t figure out why.. yeah he knew one of the reasons was because he was dying, but he just didn’t understand what else was making him so down. I mean he had everything he could dream of currently, a pretty and kind lover, a body that he felt comfortable in, fuck he had even been staying in a nice home with the man of his dreams. “Damn it Vincent… everything has been going pretty great, you’ve even got some leads on how to bring back Johnny, stop being such a depressed gonk,” V muttered to himself. He took a long drag of his cigarette, now pressing the cigarette against his arm to put it out. Then he grabbed the bottle of whiskey leaning back in the lounger, taking a sip of the drink… before just closing his eyes. The rain kept falling from the sky, and at this point V was soaking wet, but he didn’t care, he loved the rain. He took this time to just think about everything, and why he had been so down lately. A few hours passed, which had only seemed like a few minutes to V.. but he had slowly started realizing why he had been feeling the way he had been. Just 2 months ago Kerry had all the time in the world to hang out with him but ever since Kerry had started making music with the Us Cracks and working on his new album they had started hanging out less. “Oh I can’t be upset with that, he’s happy, and that’s all that matters,” he spoke to himself, now softly sighing, before thinking about it more. I keep waking up to nothing. I used to wake up with Kerry right next to me, all snuggled up, but now I wake up in the morning and he’s already up, already doing something else. He’s often busy now as well, we rarely talk. Lately, I’ve only seen him in the morning playing guitar on the couch or at dinner. Working towards finding a cure has also made it hard to see or talk to him but I’ve been trying to make time. But it seems every time I am able to get some time off to just hang out with him, he’s busy. I just want things to work out in the end… but I don’t even know if Kerry has noticed that I’ve been getting worse. I can barely eat, feel sick every time I try to, and I’m getting weaker by the day. I’ve been having more frequent seizures, and barely can recover from them…

Vincent had got so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize that he had started crying, or that Johnny had appeared next to him. “Ay, kiddo I promise you things are going to work out, even if I have to get wiped,” Johnny stated as he looked down at V. “I’m not letting that fucking happen Johnny, and you know that, and you know how bad things have been getting…,” he now looked up at Johnny, “I just need you to promise me something okay fuckface?”

“Alright kiddo, have no idea what you need me to promise you, but I promise,” Johnny laughed softly, sitting down on the side of the lounge chair. “If I don’t wake up one morning and you wake up in my body… I want you to take care of Kerry for me, help him get over my death..” V looked off to the side before looking back at Johnny, “Just be there for him, make him happy… got it..?” He now closed his eyes again, yawning.

Johnny sat in silence for a moment before speaking, “Alright, got it.” Johnny said softly, running his hand through V’s hair. “I just wish we both could live, that’s all I want Johnny, for us to live and both be happy,” V stated softly, before drifting off to sleep.

#cyberpunk 2077 #trevorite #male v #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk vincent #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #cyberpunk fanfic #kerry eurodyne x v #male v x kerry #cyberpunk kerry #johnny silverhand #fanfic #sad fanfiction

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hore4women · 1 year

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Camila: Beatrice can I go do something incredibly stupid and extremely dangerous with just my tranquilizer gun?

Beatrice: No.

Mary: Bea, is it cool if I use fireworks as skeets for shotgun practice?

Beatrice: *pinches the bridge of her nose in annoyance* No, what is wrong with you?!

Lilith: I’m gonna go and use Father Vincent for hand to hand combat with these new talon tricks I’ve been working on, Beatrice.

Beatrice: Lilith, NO.

Ava: Bea, is it okay if I levitate off of the roof to see how high I can get?

Beatrice: …

Beatrice: I’m getting the child leashes for all of you.

#lgbtqia #ava silva #sister camila #sister lilith #warrior nun #avatrice #warrior nun crack #warriornun #warrior nun funny #ava x beatrice #sister beatrice

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lilredniki · 10 months

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Do you want me to leave

Prompt: Do you want me to leave

Character: Vincent Valentine

Vincent was the loner type. Only had a select few friends.

Maybe that’s why he understood the quiet little Y/h/c who Tifa introduced as Y/n.

He made a promise to himself that he would watch out for her.

That was why he found himself sitting on the roof of her apartment as she argued with her ex about the girl he was cheating on her with.

“Y/n, honey, it was just a work lunch.”

“Oh don’t give me that shit Reno. If it had anything to do with work, Rude would have been there too.”

“Elaina and I are just friends.”

“Really? Cause that’s not what she told me.” Y/n handed him a box. “Here. It’s everything you left here and ever gave me. Now get out.”

“Babe please...”

“No we’re done Reno. Go back to Elaina and have a nice life.”

Reno walked to the open door and turned to her.

“I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not.” Y/n said slamming the door.

Vincent waited till Reno was gone before he let himself in.

“Y/n?”

He heard a crash come from the bedroom and rushed to the door.

“Y/n are you in there?”

“Vincent?”

“Are you okay?” He asked trying to open the door.

“Hang on.”

He waited a moment as she opened the door.

“What are you doing here?”

“Tifa and Yufi asked me to come check on you.”

“Liar.”

“What?”

“You’re lying.”

“How would you know?”

Y/n looked at him and closed her eyes.

“The same way I knew Reno was lying about everything.”

Vincent saw her open her eyes and they were different.

Instead of Y/e/c, her eyes were bright blue with golden red around the iris.

“Give me a second and I’ll come out and tell you everything.”

He nodded.

Y/n came out and leaned against the wall.

“I’m what Reno called a failed test.”

Vincent looked at her.

“They tried recreating you and I’m the result. So the only reason he was with me was so that Shinra could keep an eye on me.” She said sliding to the floor.

Vincent followed and sat with her.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“Gods no. I don’t want to be alone.”

Vincent nodded and opened his arms.

Y/n wiggled over so he could hold her.

“You know, whenever I’m near you I feel safe.”

“That’s good.”

Y/n sighed.

“Why don’t you come stay with me tonight and tomorrow I’ll help you get things fixed.”

“Okay.” She said as he picked her up off the floor.

“Rest Little One.”

Y/n smiled. “Okay my angel of darkness.”

Vincent smiled a little as they left.

‘I told you.’ The voice in his head whispered. ‘She’s ours.”

#final fantasy 7 #vincent valentine #x reader #vincent valentine x reader

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applesontheground · 1 year

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I honestly can’t remember if I’ve actually written out this ask before and either deleted it or sent it out into the universe, but can you write how the Sinclair brothers would react (or just bo😉) to seeing their clumsy s/o try to fix something on a rooftop and accidentally slipping off. Reader laughs it off or maybe they’re slightly hurt and the brothers are like 😑😠 they thought you were hurt! You could have been hurt! I just love that kind of drama lol

oh, i’m a clumsy critter through and through so i feel this one a little too personally. i’d love to indulge it with some sinclair love! ❤ (also, i used the initial prompt for bo’s drabble, but threw in some diff ideas for vin & les! they’re partially anecdotal because as i’ve said, i get myself in jackassery on a weekly basis lol!)

the sinclair brothers & clumsy S/O 🕯�� (gn reader)

SFW | Word Count: 1,495 | The Sinclair Brothers x GN Reader (separate drabbles at ~400-600 words)

It was one drip spattering against your head too many. The remnant of yesterday’s rainstorm making its way through the shingles of the roof where it felt as though it had just done it to irritate you was enough to make you proactive, dropping what you were doing and heading for the back of the house.

You waited until dusk crept its way under the skin of the town and wake its glimmering façade to step out onto the back porch of the Sinclair home with the ladder. Vincent had rummaged it out of the garage without so much else besides an unwaivered stare when you explained what you were planning on doing.

He helped get you going because you weren’t his worry per se. You were Bo’s, which was more insisted on by the latter than something Vincent really agreed to. It was almost scarier than the fact you were about to get up on the roof without running it by him first.

You had just gotten your bearings, clambering up the cold and dusty metal rungs and flattening out against the shingles on your stomach, when you heard the door swing open and the familiar voice start talking, not yet aware there was no one inside to listen to him. You pushed up to stand, the rough slats enough for your soles to find a grip. Still, as you stood upright, your entire frame couldn’t help but rock a little as you felt for your bearings.

Of course, that was what the man had made his way through the house just in time to see when he stepped outside, hearing the scrabbling above his head and half believing he was hearing things before realizing you were in fact up there.

“Hey! Nuh uh!” Bo stepped back, getting a better view at what you were doing. He snapped his fingers to make you look before pointing to the porch in a vicious movement, “Get the fuck down, [Y/N]! The hell’re you doin’?” You paused, finally fumbling back onto your knees and replied, “The roof’s leaking.” You tried to push up to stand again, but the unsure noise soon had the ladder shifting as Bo took matters into his own hands, one foot on the first rung in a matter of seconds.

“Bo, it’s okay-“ You began, but he interrupted in a voice that somehow got meaner as he repeated himself, “[Y/N], said get down, damn it!”

The tone was enough to make you slide towards the gutter, rolling your eyes at first and expecting to be grabbed by him like some sort of unruly pet rather than a [boyfriend/girlfriend/partner]. It was the lack of tugging – rather, the firm settling of his palm against your hip as you started to step down the ladder – that made your attitude fizzle.

“I’ve seen stupid, and I’ve seen clumsy,” Bo muttered, not looking you in the eye but still keeping a hand on your lower back, “But a combination of the two? Lookin’ for a broken leg.” You paused, staring at the side of his face until he finally stopped minding the way you were climbing to look you back in the eye. When one foot touched the porch, he snaked his arm around one of your hips, hoisting you away from the ladder and muttering, “Now don’t give me that, I’m not sayin’ I don’t trust you.”

You scoffed, “Oh, what? Gonna tell me you don’t trust the roof? The ladder?” He froze, and ended the conversation by spinning on his heels, taking your feet off the ground again and making you squeal in surprised laughter. “If anyone’s doin’ that kind of work, it’s me. Got that?”

When he set you on your feet your knees suddenly buckled. He watched in bemusement as you stumbled forward when he let go, and when you only had an embarrassed glance over your shoulder, he muttered, “Yeah. Yeah, that wouldn’t have ended well for anyone around here.” He laughed to himself with another shake of his head, turning away from you.

“Vincent, look at what I found at the flea market. Some-“ You turned away from where your eyes had caught onto the wall, stuck to some well-formed facial structure protruding in a lunge of wax, and were face to face with the back of an unfamiliar head.

“WHOOP-“ You let out an involuntary noise, your entire body flinching out of the way and in a twist of an ankle becoming parallel to the ground. You grasped the cassettes that you had brought to show Vincent for dear life as you went knee-first into the ground, making another silly noise as the air was knocked from you and the rest of your body hitting the floor in a solid thud.

The initial impact was still coursing through you, a prick of agony in your leg as you heard something drop against Vincent’s work desk. He put his hand on the desk, the visible eye straining at you. It maybe took a few good seconds before you noticed the slight wobbling of his sturdy frame, and the quiet snort that he quickly tried to muffle with an arm over his stone still mouth. Your jaw dropped in an exaggerated gesture, elbows pushing up to support you better as you jutted your neck at him and asked, “Are you laughing at me?”

He shook his head, turning away from you to get his bearings before doing anything else. You scoffed, slapping your hand against the floor in a one-armed shrug. “Hey, it was either that or I mess up your hard work.” You then gave a forlorn glance to the…person standing beside you.

He finally turned back around, sauntering over to hold his hand down. At a closer range, you could hear the quiet giggles from behind the mask. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh at your clown.” You muttered, and he finally paused to dust your shoulder off.

“…That it?” You asked, and even with the ingrained moment’s hesitation before doing it, he then pushed the delicate edge of his own mask up before giving you a peck on the cheek, a hand finally starting to move, you put on a great show here and again.

The second noise of exasperation just broke the giggles out a second time, its own encore as he wrapped his arms around you, finally noticing what you had dropped and nodding at them in a mute question.

“Oh, yeah!” You grinned, “Those!”

It wasn’t until you were well in the middle of the stream, water dappling your exposed ankles as it trickled past, that you wondered if there was a reason in particular Lester had sent you to cross the wash-out first today.

“Mind the water now, rose overnight. Makes the rocks slippery as shit.” He called, but just as you had registered what he had said you took another step on a promising rock, and your heel skidded out from under you. Lester gasped as you fell back first into the water, the world falling silent and murky as even your head was pulled under.

Just as soon as it happened, you were finding your bearings and immediately pushing back out over the surface, arms flailing as you regained balance. “I’m okay!” You hollered, turning to stand in the rushing water on your knees, uncaring to the way your entire outfit was now soaked and you had to be at an angle alongside the current. You heaved yourself up, and what seemed like an entire pitcher’s worth of water came up with you in the form of soaked clothes and hair as you beamed in a dopey manner to the man still on land, not sure whether to laugh or scold you.

“The hell you are. Didn’t ya hear me?” He finally decided on the latter, throwing his hands up at the display in front of him. You replied with an exasperated strain to your voice, “Sure, but you forget I’m not a good listener.” He neared the shore as you waded closer, helping pull the sopping mess back to his side of the wash-out.

“Well. Think it’s more of a luck thing than a stupid thing.” He began, but as you gave him a daring glance he corrected himself, “Not sayin’ anything, now let me help ya out.” He took both of your wrists as you broke from the current, stumbling onto the land and bracing his own forearms to steady yourself.

“First person that makes bein’ a dope look cute.” He commented as you stood a little straighter, but when you only gave him another astounded expression he muttered, “Gon’ be quiet for a little bit.”

You scoffed at that, careening into him and making him flinch from the cold water soaking into his shirt as you lassoed your arms around his torso. “Never want you to be quiet.” You murmured, giving him a kiss as he finally figured a little water wouldn’t kill him.

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