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daceydeath · 28 days

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Creatures of Chaos Masterlist

Light in the Dark Pairing: Vampire Chan x Human F Reader Genre: Fantasy AU, Word Count: 33.5K Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Supernatural Themes, Drinking, Suggestive Themes

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Final

Light: (One shot) Pairing: Vampire Chan x Female Reader Genre: Fantasy AU, Smut Word Count: 2.3K Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Marking, Explicit Activities

A Cup of Magic: (One shot) Pairing: Cambion Seungmin x Nymph Reader Genre: Fantasy AU, Fluff, Angst Word Count: 4.5K Warnings: Swearing, Suggestive Themes

You had been best friends for a life time so you were well aware how protective Felix was about you and it had never been an issue until it was one.

(Other members coming soon)

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wildlife4life · 4 months

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Fuck-It Friday

Tagged by the lovely and amazing @elvensorceress @devirnis @lover-of-mine @exhuastedpigeon @jesuisici33 @wikiangela @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 and @jamespearce9-1-1 Thank you all so much! So glad to be back doing this tag days with ya'll!

Yesterday my brain threw up this idea for a possible bottle episode and then at last minute dropped the random thought of it being a wip I should write. Then you all shamelessly encouraged me...sigh. Notes were made, words were written, and a new wip was born. So I give to you, my doppelganger fic.

Doppelgänger. A German word that literally means double-walker. A phenomenon often regaled in science fiction or supernatural tales. Seen as otherworldly beings that represent bad luck or outright evil. Because each person that comes into the world is supposed to be unique in their own way physically (outside of identical twins). The face you see in the mirror is yours and yours only, so seeing it on another, well it must mean something? Right? It’s a contemplation that a group of firefighters from the 118 face just after the annular California solar eclipse, a time when strange phenomena truly occur. October 14th, 2023, the day after the solar eclipse and the beginning of a truly unique 48-hour shift. The team hears about the shift from the 13th from the previous crew. How the solar eclipse brought out the conspiracist, doom sayers, and extra wackos. Chimney thanks his lucky stars that he was not stuck on that shift and can’t help but chuckle when Buck goes on a tangent about the ‘effects’ of the eclipse sun. His chuckle deepens when he spots Eddie rolling his eyes behind his best friend’s back, keeping his opinions and disbelief to himself, for now. “You know, there’s a theory that the eclipse is actually a portal to another dimension or world.” Buck states as he pulls on a standard LAFD shirt, finally covering his bare chest. Chimney clocks the mild disappointment that flashes across Eddie’s face and Chimney internally gags. Next to him, Ravi snorts and shakes his head, “They are so blind and stupid.” He mutters under his breath and Chim gives a slight nod of agreement. Too bad the eclipse didn’t use its supernatural prowess to finally end the sexually charged and love sickening dance that has been going on between those two firefighters for way too long. Eddie’s disappointment last only seconds and by the time Buck turns around, a cheeky smile has replaced the frown, “A portal huh? Does it take anyone then? Or just dump another Mothman into the hills?”

LOOK WHAT YA'LL MADE ME DO! I have so many other wips, including NFL Buck and 4+1 Cockblock that I am trying to get done, but nooooo my random thought is now being shamelessly encouraged. Happy?!?!?! (Seriously, actually giddy about this! Its a fun fic with some serious undertones.) Forshame!

Tagging: @giddyupbuck @malewifediaz @hippolotamus @thewolvesof1998 @jeeyuns @911onabc @911-on-abc @bekkachaos @loserdiaz @hoodie-buck @try-set-me-on-fire @fortheloveofbuddie @spotsandsocks @theotherbuckley @ladydorian05 @bigfootsmom @watchyourbuck @jesuisici33 @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @thekristen999 @spagheddiediaz @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @eowon @honestlydarkprincess @eddiescowboy @vampbuckley @bitchfacediaz @buck-coded @housewifebuck @arthursdent @glorious-spoon @buddierights @athenagranted @prosperdemeter2 @rainbow-nerdss @gayedmundodiaz

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desdasiwrites · 9 months

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"You! You can’t just walk in here! This is a crime scene!”

“That would explain the dead bodies, then,” she replied. He blinked dumbly, and she sighed. Wasting good sarcasm was annoying.

– P. Djèlí Clark, A Master of Djinn

#book quote of the day #p djeli clark #a master of djinn #steampunk #historical fiction #fantasy #djinns #Fatma el-Sha’arawi #queer representation #award winning books #Cairo #Egypt #supernatural themes #book quotes #book recommendations

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bardic-tales · 3 months

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updated: 2.9.24

Warnings: Main Character Death. AU: Canon divergent. Supernatural Themes. Violence. Trauma. Loss of Loved Ones. Internal Conflict. Identity Crisis. Redemption Journey. Dark Themes. Cult Activities. Supernatural Battles. Emotional Turmoil. Abusive Relationships. Toxic Dynamics. Demonic Heritage. Angelic Heritage. Perpetual Displacement. Psychological Distress. Mental Health Issues. Trauma. Supernatural Violence. Familial Conflict.

🌙 Name: Bianca Amara Moore 🔮 Age: 20 👤 Gender: Female 🌌 Fandom: Omniverse 🌟 Ship: Bianca x Sesshomaru 📅 Date of Birth: October 1st, 1976 👼 Mother: Seraphine 👩 Surrogate Mother: Sarah Moore 👹 Father: Azrakiel (Asmodeus / Ragnar) 👨 Surrogate Father: David Moore 🎭 Faceclaim: Monica Bellucci (blonde)

About Bianca: Bianca's life is a tapestry woven with threads of celestial grace and demonic power. Born from the forbidden union of an archangel and a demon to end the Omniverse, her journey is marked by tragedy, love, and the pursuit of redemption but her pursuit will lead to her ultimate downfall.

Character Overview

🌟 Bianca's Persona: Bianca radiates warmth, compassion, and unwavering strength. Despite the turmoil of her past, she carries herself with grace and resilience, navigating the complexities of her dual heritage with courage and determination.

🎭 Eloquent Personality: Bianca's past shapes her actions and decisions, driving her towards redemption and healing. She grapples with guilt, grief, and the burden of her lineage, but her inner strength and unwavering compassion guide her through the darkest of trials.

🌸 Unwavering Compassion: Bianca forms deep connections with those she encounters on her journey. Her relationships are forged in trust, loyalty, and empathy, offering solace and support to those in need.

💑 Transcendent Bond: Bianca's bond with Sesshomaru transcends time and space, rooted in mutual respect, love, and sacrifice. Their union is a testament to the power of love in the face of adversity, driving them to protect each other at all costs.

⚔️ Courage in Conflict: Bianca's bravery shines in moments of conflict and adversity. She faces darkness with unwavering resolve, wielding her inner strength and celestial powers to protect the ones she loves.

✨ Likes & Dislikes

Likes: Art, Nature, Music, Tea, Travel, Cultural Exchanges Dislikes: Injustice, Oppression, Betrayal, Selfishness

🌿 A Soul of Many Hobbies: Bianca finds solace in celestial stargazing, drawing, meditation, and nature walks. Her diverse interests reflect her curiosity and appreciation for the world around her.

Power and Abilities:

💫 Powers and Abilities: Bianca possesses a diverse array of supernatural powers and magical abilities, reflecting her celestial and infernal heritage. Through Celestial Harmony, she taps into her mother's lineage, exhibiting powers such as Celestial Empathy, Cryomancy Sorcery, and Temporal Manipulation. From her father's infernal lineage, Bianca wields Dark Sorcery, Illusory Mastery, and Charismatic Manipulation. Her Succubi's Seduction abilities grant her enchanting allure, emotional manipulation, and dreamwalking prowess. Additionally, Bianca's Toymaker's Touch allows her to craft cursed artifacts and manipulate reality. In combat, her Sword Abilities, including Temporal Sundering and Sword Judgment, showcase her mastery of time and combat prowess.

💔 Weaknesses: Despite her formidable powers, Bianca faces several vulnerabilities and limitations. Her dependence on emotional feed for sustenance leaves her vulnerable to energy drain and emotional instability. Bianca's susceptibility to celestial and infernal influences, along with her reliance on environmental factors, makes her vulnerable to cosmic interference and environmental hazards. Furthermore, her emotional vulnerabilities, lack of experience in swordsmanship, and limited defensive options render her susceptible to manipulation and physical harm in combat. Bianca's true dragon form, while powerful, comes with limitations such as energy consumption, size, and maneuverability constraints, as well as vulnerability to anti-dragon measures.

Key Moments in Bianca's Journey:

🌠 Birth from the union of Seraphine and Azrakiel. 🌠 Tragic loss of her surrogate mother, Sarah Moore, to Azrakiel's cult. 🌠 Meeting and forming a deep bond with Sesshomaru. 🌠 Transported to the ‘Feudal Age’, facing unknown challenges. 🌠 Transformation and training to confront Azrakiel and Naraku. 🌠 Transported to 'the Planet' from Final Fantasy 7, facing unknown challenges.

Themes: Redemption, Identity and Heritage, Love and Sacrifice, Good vs. Evil, Inner Conflict and Growth, Resilience and Hope, Destiny and Fate, Forgiveness, Trust and Betrayal, Society and Acceptance, Legacy and Heritage, Transformation and Growth.

#Inuyasha #Final Fantasy 7 #FantasyWorldCollide #FWC #oc: Bianca Moore - Inuyasha

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figsandfandoms · 4 months

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A couple of people have asked about my Psych AU, so here it goes…

My currently unfinished Psych AU, a ‘real psychic Shawn Spencer’/supernatural (not the TV show) version, starring:

Shawn Spencer: Real psychic, plagued with visions since he was at least 6. Can pretty much control them but it’s hard. Can hear people’s thoughts and, with the right person, share his thoughts with them. Just trying to have a good time. Like the Shawn of the show, he’s a goofball but hiding real pain.

Carlton Lassiter: Werewolf, literal ray of sunshine who’s been hurt too many times to count. Is seen as the runt of the pack coz he uses his brains more than his brawn. Married a human (Victoria) when they were young and he’s never lived it down. Divorce, swore off love, then he met Shawn and Juliet...

Juliet O’Hara: Fairy, but not in the Tinkerbell sense. More like a Valkyrie. Has the ability to heal, but wants to stop people getting hurt not just clean up afterwards. As a small, perky blonde fairy, people often underestimate and belittle her, and she's taken a lot these negative thoughts to hard, but is trying to overcome them.

Burton “Gus” Guster: Olfactory empathy, basically can smell emotions. It’s not an exact science, but it helps him to know when Shawn’s about to have a panic attack. He’s known Shawn since they were kids, knows (some of) the horrors Shawn’s seen, loves and worries about his friend.

Shawn meets Lassie and Jules similarly to how the meet in the show- firstly at a coffee shop, then again when they think he’s a serial killer coz he has visions of a victim the police have yet to find. Psychics are known in this universe but they’re few and far between so Lassie doesn’t really believe him until the climax of the piece.

I could go on and on about this world lol but i'll stop here (for now...)

@birdkeeperklink @underture

#answered #psych AU #Psych tv show AU #fanfiction #supernatural themes

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 1 year

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Narcos Victorian London AU: Chapter 2 Forsaken.

Summary: You figure out your next steps as you come to terms with your new life.

Author’s Notes: I hope you enjoyed this, definitely my favourite fic I’m writing right now (DBF! Joel a close second) Warnings: Fantasy Violence, mentions of death of a parent, toxic family, anger/violence/rage against Reader No 18+ content here but all my blogs and fics contain it so MDI. Let me know if you want to join my tag list, and if you have any requests for drabbles/short fics etc.

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Chapter 2 – Forsaken.

The staccato rhythm of warring voices stirs you from your sleep. You had fallen asleep on top of the covers again, too hot to bear any cover. You recognise Javier’s, Connie’s, and Steve’s voices through the thin walls of the London flat. You smooth out the creases in your clothes before taking one last look at yourself in the mirror. The scarring and burns were already fading but you could still feel the searing, piercing touch of Ezekiel on your skin. You quietly open the bedroom door and tip-toe down the hall.

“She needs to go before The Guild, it’s the only way.” You hear Javi’s hushed voice from the dining room as you listen in from just outside the door.

“They’ll brand her as Forsaken, she’ll be a pariah.” Connie retorts, the fear in her voice makes your heart ache. It had been a long time since someone had cared enough to worry for you.

“The alternative is that another Guild member will murder her on sight,” Javi barks but before Connie could answer he speaks again, “Come out, I can hear your heartbeat from here, you might as well have a say in all of this.” Javi calls out to you in the hallway and you wince, ashamed to have been caught snooping.

“So, The Guild?” You ask nervously as you step into the room, fiddling with the sleeves of your shirt as you try to avoid Javi’s piercing gaze. Everyone was sat at the table, you take the seat next to Javi who continues to stare you down.

“The London branch of the Hunter’s Guild is the second oldest of its kind,” Steve says as he learns forward, his forearms braced against the table as he folds his hands in front of him, “Javi, Connie, and I are all members, Javi and Connie because they have to be, and me because of the family business.”

“Have to be?” You repeat looking between Connie and Javi with cautious eyes.

“Because we’re Blaidd and don’t want to get staked, or burned at the stake for being so.” Javier says without emotion and Connie just nods solemnly.

“And since I’m now,” You gesture at your self with both hands, “Whatever this is, I’m a Blaidd? And that means I need to go on a register?” You work through it slowly, not liking the idea already.

“Exactly,” Steve continues, “But there are a few problems, your case is far from normal, and you need to provide an address, and it can’t be ours because I live here.” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose as he speaks.

“So that leaves living with the Guild, which I do not recommend.” Javi grumbles.

“Or living with Javier.” Connie says softly but your stomach lurches at the notion, you couldn’t live with a man, let alone one as dangerous as Javi.

“I’m not a fan of it either princess, but it’s that or risk becoming a lab rat for The Guild.” Javi grumbles, the animosity with the Guild seemed personal but you didn’t press it for now.

“Ok, then living with Javi it is.” You sigh but the growl from Javi’s lips draws your attention.

“Javier, you don’t get to call me Javi.” He hisses and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Javi, don’t be an asshole.” Steve scolds him but Javier just scoffs.

“Whatever, come on we might as well show you your new home before we drag you into the political hell scape of The Guild,” He says to you, his brow furrowed as he turns to Connie, “You still got that Hellgate in the basement here?”

“You bet, just don’t tell The Guild.” Connie winks at him and he finally cracks a small, involuntary smile. The way his cheek dimples sends a flutter of electricity through your veins.

“What’s wrong with the Hellgate?” You ask quietly, feeling vulnerable as you tried to avert your gaze from the handsome vampire’s face.

“There are official Hellgate channels, all monitored and regulated by The Guild, to have one outside of that network is a crime punishable by death.” Connie explains as she steers you out into the hallway, Steve and Javier follow you both as you descend the stairs into the basement of the building. The cool air hits you and you breathe it in, the sensation is numbing, comforting as your skin met the chill of the cellar.

“Then why have one at all?” You ask sheepishly as a knot of worry forms in your breast, you had never liked getting into trouble, your father had been a mean bastard with a belt, but these were much higher stakes.

“Because I don’t like The Guild watching all of my movements, besides, this one is firmly two-way, between this place and mine.” Javier says with a shrug before turning to Connie.

“Can you bring her some clothes? Put it on my account.” Javier addresses the older woman and she nods.

“Any preference sweet?” Connie asks you and you nod.

“Trousers, blouses, waistcoats, bowler hats and dress shoes, as few dresses as you can.” You say with a grimace, knowing it was a lot to ask but you hated dresses before your wedding, but now the thought of being trapped in a corset once more was horrifying.

“I know just the elf to go to.” Connie nods and you hear Javier groan.

“I know I said put it on my account but Corvus? Really Connie?”

“I’m not just buying her men’s clothes that will fit her like a sack of potatoes, poor love’s gone through enough as it is.” Connie snaps back and you see the flicker of amusement behind Javi’s eyes before he responds.

“Fine, but only because it’s you.” His tone is soft and your heart clenches at the low baritone of his voice. It was the first time since you met him that he had sounded anything but aggressive and it made you want him to talk to you like that.

Connie stops you at the far end of the large room before muttering something under her breath, violet and sapphire flames came to life in wrought iron braziers that lined the walls. Between them were various runes and sigils painted on the walls in a deep, rich red that made you think it was probably blood. The dark cobbles of the floor glisten with an otherworldly light as you look to the stone archway in front of you.

“You two ready? I can’t hold it open long or it’ll show up on the Guild’s Spell Webs.” Connie says, adopting a stance you would have guessed was some kind of martial arts form, but the soft violet mist that begins to roll off her fingertips tells you otherwise.

“I’m going to have to carry you, hold on tight.” Javier commands as he hoists you up into a his arms, he hooks your knees over one arm and the other loops around your shoulders. The soft fabric of his waistcoat presses against your right cheek and it soothes you a little as the butterflies in your stomach began a frantic dance as anxiety chased them to your throat. You could smell the oil, lavender and blood on his clothes, the strange combination intoxicating as you try and keep your head.

“Aderyn coch, Neidr las, Carw gwyn.” Connie chants slowly as the mist that swirls from her fingertips turns blinding white. The smell of tin, juniper, and burning coal fill the small space as Steve steps back meekly. The stone archway ignites in a furious display of colours. Every colour you could ever imagine and more flashed before you in a beautiful inferno of magical essence. It was blinding, beautiful, yet it instilled a primal, base fear in your mind as you cringe into Javier’s cold embrace.

“It’s opening, go!” Connie yells and you feel Javier lurch forward.

The swirling vortex of iridescent flames engulfs you as you breach the Hellgate. You anticipate a burn, a searing heat, but the feeling that washes over you is sublime. You feel at peace in a way you had never known as the rich colour of magic seeps into your pores, penetrating deep into your soul. You drink it in like a sweet wine as you nuzzle against the firm, marble-cold chest of the vampire that acted as your chariot.

The darkness is a snuff on your magically induced euphoria as you take in the cellar. Your eyes adjusting unnaturally fast, the vibrancy of the night disorientating as you pick out the storage crates, furniture covered in sheets, and the sconces that lined the basement mirroring that in the Murphy’s cellar.

“You ok there princess?” Javier’s voice is close in your ear, he’s still holding you tight and you feel heat rise to the tips of your ears as you feel the tension rolling off him. You look up to meet his gaze and you gasp at his parted lips, fangs glistening as he devours you with his dark, hungry eyes.

“Fine,” You squeak, “Better than fine, that was intense.” You continue, reliving the rush in your mind as the Hellgate warped around you.

“Yeah they effect everyone differently,” Javier grumbles as you see the mask slide back into place, his lips form a firm line and his dark brow furrows as he sets you down, breaking eye contact as he strides towards the ladder at the far end of the room, “Come on, let’s get you settled in.”

You jog to catch up as Javier opens the trapdoor from below, bright light spills through the opening and you squint, your eyes sting but you blink through the pain as they adjust. Javier offers you his hand as you reach the top of the ladder, the cool touch sends icy prickles through your skin as you take it. He releases it as soon as your feet are firm on the ground. His face expressionless as he moves past you to shut the trapdoor before kicking the rug back over it to conceal it. If you weren’t so buzzed from the journey through the Hellgate you would have taken the indifference to heart.

Instead you look around the large kitchen in awe. The pristine red marble countertops arced with coppery veins played off the mahogany cabinet doors with gold fittings. The large window over the sink looked out onto a busy London street. You could see a private residents garden outside and whistle low as you look up at the stony-faced vampire.

“You’re high society then eh?” You raise an eyebrow at Javier and he cracks a smile, it was the smallest twitch of his full lips but you took the win.

“When you’ve lived as long as I have, you tend to find yourself in situations where fortunes get made, and lost.”

“I bet, how old are you?” You pause as you realise you spoke without thinking, “Was that rude?” You ask as you wince when Javier’s gaze rests on your face with a flicker of amusement running behind his amber eyes.

“It’s not, but let’s just say I may have been Bonnie Prince Charlie’s fencing instructor, and good friends with his father.” Your mouth opens wide as he winks at you.

“That’s insane you knew King James?” You breathe as you realise he is over a hundred years old maybe even two he simply nods and you exhale through your nose in awe, “We should fence sometime.” You finish, wanting to boast a little as you had always enjoyed the thrill of a fencing match.

“Do you even know how?” He challenges you as he crosses his arms over his chest, he leans back against the counter top and you roll your eyes.

“You know the answer to that, you clearly know my family, you seem to know more about me than is normal for someone I have never met personally.” You say with accusation clear in your tone.

“This is true, I also know you’re incredibly well read, stubborn, an excellent marksman, a proficient rider, but you have issues with authority and religion, cannot sew, ran out on a very viable suitor…” Javier trails off as the initial burst of pride turned sour in your stomach like old milk, “Oh and you swear far too much for a lady of your standing.” He finishes with a devilish smile on his face as he watches you squirm in embarrassment. You finger the opal ring on your finger behind your back as you seethe.

“I can sew,” You mumble, trying to restore a shred of dignity even if your voice was meek and cowed, “I just can’t embroider, I can patch up clothes, and people.” You shoot Javier a stern look that only makes him laugh. The cold, barking sound send shivers down your spine in equal measures of anger and attraction.

“I’ll remember that,” He nods approvingly, “Sallie!” He calls out over his shoulder and you are about to ask who Sallie is when she appears before you as if emerging from a mirage. She seemed to seep into the space between you and Javier like a mist. She wore a long black dress with sheer sleeves.

“What’s up boss?” Her soft, sultry voice lilts through the air as you take in the mauve skin, glossy black hair, and shapely form of the creature before you. Her back is to you and you shudder, something about Sallie unnerved you like an instinctual reaction to a predator in the room. It wasn’t what she looked like but more what she felt like.

“Go draw up a bath for our guest and prepare a room for her.” Javier’s voice is soft, doting as he talks to the woman in front of you and you can’t help but feel a little jealous.

He has so many masks, so many faces.

You think to yourself as Sallie turns in surprise. Her inky black eyes with amber cat-like pupils were framed with thick lashes, her purple, pillow-plush lips curved down into a frown as she looked you over.

“Javi sweetheart what is she?” She asks, her voice trembled, curiosity spliced with fear coloured her tone. You were shocked that such as formidable woman would have even a shred of fear when regarding you.

“She’s Blaidd.” Javi answers coldly as he bristles at her tone. Clearly he hadn’t expected pushback from her.

“I can smell that pendejo,” She growls as she takes a step towards you, the hairs on your neck stand up and you feel the quiet burn of the hot poker in the back of your mind, “What is she?” She repeats and you ball your fists at your side. Danger rolled off Sallie like smoke, you feel your throat tightening as the invisible aura engulfs you.

“She’s a Forsaken, Sallie.” Javi’s voice is strained, his knuckles gripping the counter behind him, “Ezekiel almost killed her, Murphy stopped him but you know how it goes when daemons get smoked.” Sallie jumps back as if electrocuted at Javi’s words and she spins to face him.

“You brought a Forsaken into my home-!” Sallie starts but Javier interrupts her.

“My home.” Javier growls as she prods him in the chest aggressively.

“And one that has Ezekiel inside it?” Sallie’s hair is shimmering like smoke as her temper builds and you watch as Javier’s face grows darker. Your heart feels like it is being crushed in a vice when you hear Sallie dehumanise you. The poker burns brighter again, you’re so tempted to touch it, something in the back of your mind told you it would make you feel better.

“She’s not an it, she has a name,” Javier says your name quietly which pulls you way from the heat and you look up at him in surprise. The menace in his voice is enough to make Sallie step back a little, “And she’s under my protection, I am responsible for her.”

“Fine, have it your way, as always,” Sallie hisses as she turns back to you, fury plain on her hauntingly beautiful face, “Make your own damned bed, run your own bath you mongrel.” She spits on the flagstone floor in front of you before disappearing in the same hazy mirage she appeared in. You feel the burning at the back of your mind wane as you meet Javier’s stunned look with your own bewilderment. There’s a tense pause as the only sound in your ears is the roaring of your blood.

“She seems nice.” You eventually eek out and Javier runs his right hand through his hair as he pushes himself off the counter with the other. You’re fiddling with the ring again as you try not to cry. The hatred in Sallie’s eyes pierced you like a blade to the gut.

“I’m sorry I thought she of all people would have understood.” Javier says with a hefty sigh.

“I don’t know what to say,” You say softly with a shrug, “I can get myself settled, just show me where.”

“You sure?” Javier asks and you nod immediately.

“No matter who it is you know in my family, they’re wrong about me, I am capable of looking after myself.” You grumble and a sad look passes over Javier’s face but he says nothing as he leads you through the kitchen into the hall. The gilded picture rails, deep red wallpaper patterned with white and gold flowers, and the marble floors took your breath away. You follow silently up the large staircase to the second floor.

You marvel at the U shaped mezzanine that overlooks a large, currently empty ballroom. A portrait of Javier stares you down from the far wall, he is dressed in half armour, with a helmet you vaguely remember is called a Spanish Morion placed on the table to the right.

“Ah yes, that was a gift from my friend Dorian,” Javier coughs to hide his discomfort but you catch the look on his face before he replaces it with his mask of indifference, “It’s a bit of an inside joke.”

“So you weren’t a Conquistador?” You pry, liking the bashful side of the vampire.

“Gods above no, but I did come to Europe on one of the many ships that came shortly after them.” He says with a shrug as he holds an arm out to the right, encouraging you to move along.

“That must have been hard.” You say softly as you mull it over, you know all about how the Spanish and Portuguese made their mark in the Americas, and how imperialism, no matter the nation, took its toll.

“It’s been such a long time I barely remember.” He says without emotion as he opens the door at the far right side of the mezzanine for you.

“You’re a terrible liar,” You say as you note the tension in his shoulders as he walks, “But I get it, some things don’t bear reliving.” Javier simply hums in response as you pass him across the thread hold to your new home. You gasp as you take in the large room, a four poster bed in cream and gold sits between two floor to ceiling windows, the soft light of the evening filtering through blissfully. There’s a large wardrobe to your right, a beautifully decadent vanity to the left, and the soft creams and white of the carpet are overwhelming.

“This is unreal.” You whisper, feeling like you had been dropped right into a fairytale. You step forward and look around the room, clocking the door next to the vanity that must lead to a bathroom.

“I don’t really care for all this, I’d much rather live somewhere quiet, peaceful, cosy, but I have to put on a show for the Blaidd and for the Wyna.” Javier says softly as he shuts the door behind you. You turn to face him, your nerves on fire as you feel the fight or flight instinct kick in.

“So what lofty obligations do you have to need such decadence?” You ask, trying to keep your voice even as you see the way he’s looking at you. His eyes are burning a golden amber as he stares you down.

He’s hungry.

You realise as he steps towards you, crowding your space as he tentatively places his right hand on your cheek. You gasp audibly as the cool touch burns pleasantly against your skin and you see his lips part at the sound. He takes your lack of resistance as an invitation to continue, his left hand falling to your waist.

“I’m a rebellious philanthropist in Wyna high society that gives money to those deemed most undesirable,” He says as his cool thumb brushes along your cheekbone, “And I’m Secretary of Wyna relations in the High Vampire Council, both thankless jobs and I despise them both, I much prefer hunting down deviant Blaidd.”

“So why don’t you do that full time?” You ask breathlessly as you mirror him, your right hand touching his face gingerly as your left falls to his sternum. He moans softly at the contact, the heat of your flesh clearly had an equivalent effect to the cool relief of his on yours.

“Because I don’t want to let things to fester and stagnate in the world, I want to make a difference, for Blaidd and Wyna alike.” He whispers as he presses his lips to your palm. You close your eyes as the burning heat in your chest heads southwards to your core.

“Bleeding heart.” You breathe as you squirm at the soft tone of his voice, the lavender, lamp oil, and coppery scent of him.

“Very funny,” He chuckles, “I should go.” He breathes and your eyes snap open at the notion. You see the hunger, the desire, the vulnerability in him as you fight the urge to kiss him, to pull him down to your neck so he can feed. There’s a brutally inhuman need inside you that somehow knows what he needs, what he wants, and you want, no, you need to fulfil them.

“Why?” The question falls from your lips before you can think, the heady rush of Javier’s hunger burning deep.

“Because this would be a mistake, and one I would regret for an eternity.” He says as he steps out of your embrace. You stop yourself from chasing him, the sting of rejection needling you like a thousand insect bites as you step back. The look of relief on Javier’s face only stings further.

“Goodnight Javier.” Your voice trembles and you know he picked up on it, but you didn’t care you just want him gone, you want to be alone with your feelings, whatever they were. Javier heads to the door and pauses with his hand on the doorknob.

“Goodnight, oh and the family member I knew?” He says as the mechanism clicks loudly under his grip, “It was your mother.”

The knowledge is like a lance to your throat, you feel like you can’t breathe, like the void between worlds has swallowed you up smothering you in a chokehold of nostalgia laced poison. The door clicks behind Javier and you fall to your knees, the hollow thud muffled by the thick carpet. You tears don’t come, but the gaping hole in your chest feels like you should be. But something holds you back, pride, stubbornness? Whatever it was, you wouldn’t stand to shed a tear over a man, no matter how raw and frayed you feel.

You pick yourself up and force yourself into the adjoining bathroom, you’re surprised by the fact that there was clearly running water in the house. Then you thought about how much money Javi has and roll your eyes.

“Of course there’s plumbing, why wouldn’t there be plumbing?” You grumble bitterly to yourself as you think about the strides for sanitation in the last ten years, the Cholera outbreak thirty years ago really forced the issue and rich households like Javi’s had clearly jumped on the trend. The large porcelain tub filled slowly and you undress before leaning against the cool edge, the vanity and mirror before you had never been used. It was spotless but there were no signs of wear, no notches in the light wood finish, no stains across the flat panelling. You realise that much of the house was like this, perfect, pristine, but false.

The steam rose behind you from the tub and irritation washes over your skin at the humidity. You frown and turn off the hot faucet before switching to cold. The biting air that swirled around the heavy flow was soothing and you feel the tension in your shoulders ease a little.

“Guess I’m going to have to get used to this new penchant for the cold.” You say to yourself, the cascading splash of water nowhere near loud enough to drown out the furious noise that clouded your mind. Too many thoughts, too many emotions, the constant drone of something else in the back of your mind. The hot poker that burned at the edges of your consciousness always there, always emitting, never quiet.

The sound of a piano playing faintly somewhere in the house makes you smile sardonically, of course Javi was musical, or maybe was it Sallie? The lilting melody permeated the house and slowly you recognise it as Chopin, the melancholy of a piece you loved. You ease into the icy waters and feel a smothering at your senses, the sharp heat, blunt anger, all abating as your body cooled rapidly.

As you scrubbed your body with soap, you feel normal for the first time in two days, something about rhythmically performing a mundane action allowed you to ground yourself. The soap was heady with bergamot and jasmine and you found yourself liking the way it smelled on your skin as you got out of the tub, draining it before wrapping yourself in a silk bathrobe, you were already drying off, your body temperature rising remarkably fast.

Then you hear it, Berceuse in D-flat Major, Op. 57. You know it so well, you could still see your mother’s graceful fingertips playing along to the music you were enthralled by. Every key stroke imprinted in your mind.

It was her favourite.

You think as you find yourself padding out onto the mezzanine balcony, Javier was there in a dark red smoking jacket, black brocade adorning the fabric. His head is down, lost in the rapture of an artist’s passion. The light, joyful notes a stark contrast to the Nocturne, the happiness laced into your very being at the sound of the melody brings tears to your eyes.

“I miss you Mam.” You whisper to yourself, the Welsh word falling from your lips instinctively. It was the one thing you shared with her that your father could never take away, no matter how hard he tried. But since her death you had no-one to speak your mother-tongue with. Your father had never learned, calling it plebeian, and he forbade it’s use even when she was alive. But you always disobeyed him, together. It has been a long, lonely five years, and you found yourself grieving all over again.

A bitter sob escapes your lips and the music halts abruptly as Javier’s luminous yellow eyes snap to meet your watery gaze.

“Siân, I’m sorry.” The words tumble from his mouth as you feel your fingers go numb. You back away from the railings slowly, once you were free of his piercing gaze you ran back to your room and slammed the door. You pulled a heat of drawers across the threshold with inhuman ease which, if you weren’t already reeling would have made you feel sick but you didn’t have the capacity right now.

Siân, not my name, but hers.

You think to yourself as you weep, slumped on the floor in front of your makeshift barricade. You didn’t cry for Javier, not for or because of him, but because the grief you had never been allowed to express had been unlocked like a cellar door leading to unfathomable darkness. But the darkness was comforting, it was right, you were finally able to mourn the loss of the one person in the world you loved more than anything.

A soft knock on the door roused you from your uncontrolled, wrenching cries. Javi calls your name through the door, not Siân, not your mother’s name but yours. You feel the icy fingertips clenching around your heart as you hate how it makes you feel.

“Leave me alone Javier.” You choke out and you feel his remorse, you don’t know how but it’s like a dark cloud of purple fog, hovering beyond the door.

“As you wish chica, but I want to let you know I’m sorry.” His voice is streaked with grief, anger, pain. The cloud dissipates and you feel his presence leave your door. You cry less violently as you lie down on the plush carpet, you had no energy left to move now. Sleep consumes you like an open maw and you know that you would be sore in the morning but you just didn’t care. Your body needed to rest.

Your mind however, would not be so kind.

Authors Notes: Let me know what you think! I hope you’re enjoying this as I’m having a blast! C&C, reblogs, likes, kudos, etc. are so appreciated!

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vynpop · 5 days

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The Sun Down Motel

By Simone St. James

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Synopsis

"Upstate New York, 1982. Viv Delaney wants to move to New York City, and to help pay for it she takes a job as the night clerk at the Sun Down Motel in Fell, New York. But something isn't right at the motel, something haunting and scary.

Upstate New York, 2017. Carly Kirk has never been able to let go of the story of her aunt Viv, who mysteriously disappeared from the Sun Down before she was born. Carly decides to move to Fell and visit the motel, where she quickly learns that nothing has changed since 1982. And she soon finds herself ensnared in the same mysteries that claimed her aunt."

Review

Simone St. James has been and continues to be one of my favorite authors. She has this way of captivating her readers and trapping them in the worlds she creates. The Sun Down Motel consumed me and had me holding my breath to the very end. My body physically relaxed at the end of this book, that is the BEST feeling by far. Everything is played out beautifully and leaves you wanting more. I was up till 1 a.m. determined to finish this book.

At the beginning of reading The Sun Down Motel, I was annotating and enjoying it until I wasn't. It had begun to feel like an assignment rather than for fun so it hindered my reading progress for this book. I need to figure out a way to properly annotate so I don't fall into another reading slump.

Any tips would be appreciated!

Anyways, back to the book review.

Simone St. James speaks of the reality of what it means to be a woman in society. How the world perceives and treats us. How predators are lingering in the shadows, waiting for the right opportunity. How women's voices go unheard and our lives so easily discarded. Simone doesn't sugarcoat our reality, she airs it out for all her readers. Her books hold powerful messages if you are willing to pay attention to them.

Viv and Carly are amazing in their own ways and have a special place in my heart. There was a part or two I didn't enjoy, but it wasn't bad enough for this book to lose a star over.

All around a great read!

Simone St. James started my reading journey with The Book of Cold Cases and continues to push me forward with The Sun Down Motel. I owe Simone St. James a lot.

Favorite Quotes

"I know you from somewhere. Where? There are so many. I know all of their faces. But I can't see you. Which one are you?

I'm the one you didn't kill."

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summersnow82 · 2 years

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Somethin' Bad Series

Synopsis: "He glanced back at the woman, still not moving, but breathing. This curse had complicated his life far beyond the scope he thought possible. Now he had two new wolves to worry about, a body in the woods, and a strange woman to add to the complication. Lucky him."

"The Quarry" Fanfic. Travis x OC. Because Travis needs a hug.

Note: All current chapters can be found at my AO3 account. My Fanfiction.net account is in the process of being closed. Part 1 - Part 19 just posted.

TW: Constance Hackett being the hag she is. References to verbal abuse/ physical abuse/ neglect. Suicidal thoughts. Self-deprecating thoughts.

Character profiles:

Sean Landers

Annabelle Harris - in process

Thanks for reading! 🥰

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lucyanimu17 · 6 months

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Something I wrote down, since this past week has been frustrating. That said, don’t read if you don’t like dark themes among other things. This might be a bit too scary for younger readers, and those who have anxiety. Read at your own discretion.

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groovyruckus · 9 months

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Halloween Mugs Clip Art Set Digital Art Scrapbooking ClipArt Illustrations Style Personal Printable Commercial Clipart Halloween Drawings

A set of 20 clip arts of adorable but creepy Halloween mugs. Use these clip arts to add a unique and spine-tingling touch to your designs, decorations, or social media posts during the Halloween season!

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crackers4jenn · 5 months

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spn is such a funny show, it'll be like:

Naomi tells Cas he has to choose "us, or them" and 'them' is meant to imply Sam and Dean both, but then

she makes Cas kill fake copies of Dean only

Or Metatron will speechify about how Cas is "in love... with humanity"

and then give Cas another lil speech about how it was all "to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of Heaven, but ultimately it was about saving one human, right?"

Ishim shows up and tries to tell Cas how weak he is for befriending Sam and Dean

and then when he wants to "cure" Cas of his human weakness, that weakness is just Dean

AND THEN you'll have things like

Sam will say that Cas is family, that he'd die for him

but he also refers to Cas as an "it" just hanging around in a vessel strong enough to take on Lucifer (in season 11!! It's not like he said that in s4 or something, it was like 8 years after knowing the guy)

Or in "Regarding Dean," Dean will say to Sam "and our best friend's an angel!"

and then when he's by himself in the mirror, he'll say "and Cast--Cas is my best friend."

#just thinking about the various ways the show frames cas's relationship as being a sam-and-dean kinda thing #and then will later emphasize how actually it's dean in particular that motivates cas #supernatural #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #otp: profound bond #(this isn't sam hate btw it's more just #i don't know #it's so interesting how the show first goes the 'we' route meaning sam-dean-cas and then almost always #separately takes dean and cas aside and reiterates the theme of 'we' differently without sam #😩😩)

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acecroft · 6 months

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