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deadtired-highkeyenergetic · 14 days

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For All Eternity

So much for the planned fic...anyways here you all go, some angst with fluff and comfort at the end!

Summary: Astarion gets badly injured and you nurse him back to health.

The fight started like any other fight usually did, with you doing all you could to avoid one until there was no other option, and then Karlach would happily charge in, swinging her mighty axe to cut the enemies down. Astarion would hide in the shadows, waiting for the perfect opportunity to put a bolt through flesh and you would incinerate whoever was left standing from afar while Shadowheart supported everyone from the backline.

Unfortunately, today’s fight turned out differently. A deurgar had spotted Astarion and went straight for the vampire, bringing its greatsword down to cleave through undead flesh. A cry slipped from Astarion’s lips, alerting you and your companions to what had just happened. Karlach immediately went to work clearing a path to him for you, hacking and slashing at any duergar who came close whilst you ran, faster than you’ve ever run before with the Weave crackling at your fingertips, ready to be unleashed.

Astarion barely manages to roll out of the way of the next blow, hissing when his injured shoulder makes contact with the hard ground and staggers to his feet. He can feel the blood flowing down, seeping through his fingers as he tries to staunch the bleeding to no avail. He messily dodges the next attack but the third connects once more, this time tearing open his thigh. He collapses against the stone wall behind him, painting it red with his blood and he wonders if it’s possible for a vampire to die of blood loss. He’s definitely never heard of one going out in such a way. The thought that he might be the first one to do so brings a sardonic smile to his face, at least he’d go out in a special way.

The duergar snarls in victory and swings again, ready to end the fight when a fireball flies out of nowhere, incinerating it before its blade can land.

“Astarion!” He vaguely hears you call. His vision is getting blurry, he can barely see the charred corpse of the duergar in front of him and he starts to get a little worried. Was he going to die right in front of you? That would be a terrible way to go. You’d cry until you had no more tears left to give, that pretty face of yours all scrunched up and tear-stained. He didn’t like that thought, he’d want you to not be around when he died, he couldn’t bear the thought of seeing the hurt he’d caused you by dying.

“Astarion!” Your voice is louder now. You must be close, maybe right in front of him but he can barely see, with black spots eating up more and more of his vision.

“Astarion, look at me! Don’t die on me!” He wonders how shit he looks right now, with his own blood all over him. His armour must be painted in his own crimson liquid, a sorry sight to be certain. For a moment, he wishes you weren’t here to see him in such a state but then the fresh scent of your blood floods his nostrils and all he can think about is how hungry he is.

Instinctively, he opens his mouth and lets the blood in, swallowing every drop that comes his way. He hears you let out a sigh of relief and you swim into view as his body heals itself back up with the aid of your blood that is now coursing through his veins.

“Y/N,” he says tiredly, sending you a grin even as his body struggles to keep upright.

“You scared me,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around him.

“I’m a vampire spawn, I’m supposed to scare you.” Even when exhausted, the snark never stops.

“Not you though.” You whisper into his ear, burying your face into his hair. “I’m so relieved I got to you in time.”

“Me too,” he murmurs, feeling his eyelids close. Your embrace feels nice as always, warm, soothing, filled with so much love and care that he starts to slip into unconsciousness, spurred on by his body’s demands to rest and recover.

“Astarion?” He hears the slight panic in your voice. He wills his mouth to open, to reassure you with his honeyed words that everything is alright and he’s just going to take a nap but his mouth refuses to cooperate. His body feels heavy, keeping anything open takes everything he has and he’s losing this fight.

“Astarion please, stay awake, stay with me!” He can hear you beg, beg for him to open his eyes, to look at you, to say something. He does, he really wants to do all those things but his damn body won’t cooperate, and suddenly, he’s seized by this fear that he may never see you again, never feel your touch again, never hear your laugh again.

No. No. He will not let that happen. He can’t lose you, he hasn’t taken his revenge on Cazador yet, he hasn’t told you that he loves you yet, he can’t just roll over and die. Still, his body shuts down and he feel his consciousness slipping away. Fear grips his heart as he struggles against the exhaustion but in the end, he loses.

“Astarion!”

When he next opens his eyes, new scents flood his nose. He can smell medicine, residual blood and…

Something brushes against his arm, causing him to turn his attention to whatever it was at his side. A messy mop of hair obscures the figure’s face but he knows its you, how could he not? All those nights spent running his fingers through that mop of hair, sweat and saliva exchanged, he knew you inside and out, just like how you knew him to the same degree.

He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. His throat refuses to produce the sound, demanding instead for sustenance, for blood.

“Astarion, you’re awake.”

He never gets tired of the way his name rolls off your lips. He could listen to it all day but you’d probably get bored of doing that for a whole day so he settles for simply listening to your voice all day instead.

You slice open your wrist, pressing the wound to his lips and he drinks from it thirstily, swallowing huge gulps at a time. The liquid washes down his throat, wetting it and sends new waves of energy surging through his body, breathing life back into it.

It's at this point he usually stops drinking, ensuring you didn’t die from blood loss but you don’t pull away, neither do you show any sign of wanting him to stop. He stops anyways, not wanting to be the cause of your death and looks at you quizzically when you press the still bleeding wound to his lips once more.

“Drink,” is all you say, in a firm tone that leaves no room for discussion. He obliges, still worried about your health but then Shadowheart comes in with a tray of healing potions and you take a swig from one of them.

You really were going to keep yourself topped up by chugging healing potions.

Normally, Astarion would warn you against doing so but his body desperately wants blood, and you were willing to provide so he continues drinking, taking short breaks in between to ensure you didn’t suddenly collapse or anything. He didn’t want to face the wrath of the party members outside should he be the cause of your death, not that he wanted you to die from him drinking your blood in the first place.

At last, his hunger is satiated and he licks the wound, signalling that he has no more need of your blood for the time being. You withdraw your arm, finishing off the bottle of healing potion to allow the wound to close and turn back to face him, checking him over.

“I’m quite alright, darling. No need to fret.”

“Just checking.”

“Thank you for your concern, love, really, but would you be so kind as to not look at me as if I were on death’s door?”

“You were just moments ago!”

“If I recall correctly, being undead means I’m already dead. Therefore —”

“You had me worried sick! I thought you were going to die!” Tears prick the corners of your eyes. Astarion swallows whatever he was going to say, his mind racing through all the possible ways of consoling you.

“I…I…” The words lodge themselves in your throat, your saliva thick with tears as you struggle to put your jumbled thoughts into words.

“I don’t want to lose you,” you sob. “Back then, when I saw the duergar about to swing his sword down, all I could think about was that I didn’t want to lose you. I didn’t want you to leave me, I wanted you by my side, I wanted you with me.”

He holds you close, feeling your tears stain his clothes but he doesn’t care. He lets you cry, releasing all your pent up frustrations in one go and simply hugs you tightly.

“I’m…sorry, for worrying you,” he murmurs, the apology meant only for your ears. You bury your face deeper into his shoulder in response, fingers gripping tightly onto his shirt. He breathes in your raw scent, unearthed by your lack of a bath and whispers how much he loves you in all the ways he knows how without using the word ‘love’.

“Promise me, that you won’t pull such a stunt again?” You plead, looking into his ruby red eyes with your tear-stained ones.

“I promise, love. You will have me for all eternity.”

“And I promise too, that you will have me for all eternity.”

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion bg3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion romance #astarion x durge #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion ancunin #tavstarion #durgestarion #astarion fluff #astarion fic #bg3 fluff #bg3 fic

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sixxxer · 9 months

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i think we've all become desensitized to how crazy nandermo actually is

there's this ancient and powerful but ultimately dorky vampire who looks at this human like he's his entire fucking world. and this human who used to be so dewy-eyed and naive is actually a badass vampire killer BY LINEAGE and has been in love with his master for so long that he's moved on mentally.

they should hate each other. they're meant to be enemies and guillermo shouldn't want to be around nandor, he should be afraid of him! but he sees right through him and knows this emotionally stunted vampire can't do shit to him. guillermo's given up everything; his family, his humanity, to be with him. fuck he just wants to spend eternity with him.

and nandor shouldn't give two shits about a lowly familiar. the baron looks down upon him for it, every other vampire doesn't plead for their familiar's life or even protect them. he's so attached he can't be without guillermo for just a day. not because he's dependent on him but because he misses him so bad. fucking kmsing

#im insane. someone help me #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #nandermo #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #guillermo #nandor #text #ship of all time fr!!#separated by fate trope.... and i eat it up every time

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teenidlegirl · 3 months

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓖𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝓑𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓 𝓞𝐅 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 .ᐟ

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ it’s valentine’s day and everyone is celebrating with cute gifts. miguel isn’t too fond of the holiday but only celebrates it because of you. however, he isn’t too happy when he founds out how many gifts you’ve gotten from others. miguel decides to give you the best gift he could offer.

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ fluff, friends to lovers (ish), swearing, miguel is a big softie, some jealousy, cute moments

( ꯭♡︎ ) ˖ ࣪ . love note ˒˒ inspired by “about love” by marina, my valentine’s day anthem. another valentine’s day of me watching movies and eating candy. happy evol day! (marina stans get it) ♡

valentine’s day.

the day of romance and love.

gifts of flowers, candy, and cards passed all around HQ. the entire place is covered in valentine’s decorations. balloons, streamers, confetti, stickers, and glitter. a pink and red magical wonderland. pretty much everyone is wearing either red or pink.

except for one person; miguel. as the big grumpy bug himself, he doesn’t participate in the holiday. he showed up to work in his suit like usual. peter gave him a gift earlier, a hand dawned picture of him made by mayday. of course as the stubborn man he is, he refused at first but ultimately accepts it because mayday made it and it actually warmed his heart. he kept it, hidden somewhere in his desk. some of the young spiderlings miles, gwen and pav gave him candy and cards. miguel felt a bit awkward receiving gifts since he wasn’t use to that when he was younger, so it was a shock to him. he doesn’t really give a shit about valentine’s.

well — he has one reason to celebrate it: you.

like the vampire he is, miguel stays in his office observing the various orange monitors in front of him with a hunched back and balled fists. a faint feminine voice from the entrance of his office snaps him out of his workaholic thoughts. a voice he knows very well, an angelic voice he’ll listen to for an eternity. his ears detect light footsteps, knowing it’s you which makes the corner of his lips curl up into a smile.

as the platform lowers down, miguel thought about what type of gift he should get you. flowers are a bit cliche, same with chocolate and candy. he isn’t a fan of cards. those thoughts and his smile fade away as he turns around to see you carrying a shit ton of flowers and a teddy bear in your arms.

his heart fucking dropped.

“dude, i don’t think i’ve ever gotten so many flowers in my life.” you giggle as you walk up to the tiny desk near his and put down your gifts. seven bouquets of flowers and a cute teddy bear. you tell him each person you gotten a bouquet from. one was from webslinger, another from noir, and the rest were from peter variants. hobie got you the teddy bear.

while you were smiling and babbling, miguel was a sad puppy. so many other men got you nice gifts, fucking hobie got you a damn teddy bear. that felt like a slap in the face, making him frown. while thinking of possible gifts to get you, other men beat him to it. miguel feels beaten, especially the way you smile at your gifts and talk about them so happily. he wants to be mentioned like that. he wants you to smile at the gifts he’d give you like that.

“i only have one vase. i’ll just borrow some from my mom.” you snort before glancing at him. “oh! by the way, peni wanted me to give you your gift.” you remembered, turning around to grab the gift.

miguel blinks at you, snapping out of his sad thoughts. “what?” he sounds genuinely confused.

you hold out a tiny plushie in your hand, a smile gracing your lips. his eyes instantly land on the object and they widen at the gift. it’s a plushie of himself, in his suit but without his mask. his face has a scowl, furrowed brows and flat mouth with red eyes matching his own. miguel stares dumbfounded at his mini self. very slowly, he raises one hand and gingerly takes the plushie from your hand. it’s even smaller in his hand, how comical it looks which makes you smile. his thumb skims the material of the plushie, feeling the softness against his gloved palm.

“she made everyone their own. i got spider-cat since he’s my favorite.” you said, holding up the plushie version of spider-cat in your palm.

those crimson eyes snap back at you, a shocking look illustrated on his face. “what?” his voice cracks a little, feeling a bit sad by your statement. he isn’t your favorite spider-person, a cat is.

well, that adds more salt to the wound.

you shoot him a dumbfounded look, rolling your eyes. “oh come on, miguel. you know how much i love that cat. he’s the cutest.”

he rolls his eyes in return before widening once again. he noticed your outfit, a baby pink dress with ribbon sleeves (i have this dress and i love it so much, one of my favs). oh wow — you look beautiful. there goes his heart skipping a beat like usual. his cheeks grew warm, same shades of pink as your dress.

you turn around and grab the teddy bear, hugging it against your chest. “so, did you get any gifts? besides that.” you point at the plushie.

miguel was too fixated on you holding the teddy bear hobie got for you. a sting of jealousy forms in his heart. “i uh… mayday drew me a picture.” he adverts his gaze from yours, glancing the plushie of himself in his palm, giving it a light squeeze.

“awww how cute! of what? you?” you asked.

he nods shyly, still avoiding your gaze. “yeah…”

“i would’ve gotten you something too but i’m too poor as fuck right now.” you shoot him an apologetic smile, feeing a bit guilty.

miguel immediately looks up at you, shaking his head. “no, it’s fine. don’t worry about it.” he said reassuringly, taking a step forward.

you shook your head, softly smiling. “nah i’ll get you something for sure, eventually.”

goddamnit you’re too kind, and cute. you could kill him with your cuteness and he’ll die happily. his heart continues beating faster for you.

“i promise to get you something too.” he said, truly meaning his words.

you snort. “i think i have enough gifts.” you quickly glance at the bouquets on the desk then look back at him. “but if you do, don’t get the same thing.” a soft chuckle spills from your glossy lips.

oh miguel is definitely getting you something, hopefully something different and unique. however, that’s going to be quite the challenge because what could be considered a unique valentine’s gift? some research he’ll have to do, and luckily as a scientist himself, it won’t be a hassle.

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numerous hours of research for a unique valentine’s day gift. after he left HQ, miguel was cooped up in his penthouse searching gift ideas. as his assistant, lyla helped him by giving him a few suggestions. of course she can’t go without teasing him about his little crush on you. sometimes he regrets having lyla a personality of her own. finally, an idea popped up in her tiny ai mind, a light bulb above her head.

“oh! i got it!” the ai exclaims, clapping her hands. “you should make her a gift basket.”

one of his thick brows arched, looking at the tiny ai assistant with a confused expression. “what? a gift basket? how is that a unique gift?”

“because, dumbo, you can put all things she likes in the basket. like her favorite scented candles, candy, flowers, plushies, snacks, drinks, self-care products, mugs, balloons, cards.” lyla suggests.

he ponders for a moment. “that… actually is a good idea.” he said softly, mainly to himself. “but she already has tons of flowers.”

“well, then make her crochet flowers. trust me, women love them.” she smirks, folding her arms.

miguel blinks at her, visibly confused even more. “crochet flowers? what the hell is that?” he has never heard of that term before, mainly because he lives in a futuristic society so technology and other resources are different.

the ai rolls her eyes and sighs. “flowers made of yarn.” she elaborated. “if you make them and give them to her, she wouldn’t have to worry about them dying in a few days. she’ll keep them forever.”

keep them forever? you keeping the flowers he made for you without going to waste? now that convinced miguel. he can imagine those crochet flowers on your dresser or desk. you gushing over them, how they will always remind you of him. his heart skipped a beat at the adorable thought, smiling to himself.

“give me a list of materials for this crochet flowers thing.” miguel orders.

lyla salutes with a smile. “on it, boss.”

miguel knows what things you like. favorite drink, snack, candle scent. this gift basket seems to be a perfect idea, gift for you. he’s gonna to make sure it’ll be the cutest gift basket you’ll ever receive.

after work, he visited multiple stores and bought your favorite items and materials for crocheting. since it’s a valentine’s gift, everything is pink. once he got home, he searched up multiple gift basket ideas. lyla encouraged him to look on pinterest, a site he’s never heard of but went along with it. he was actually impressed by the amount of creative ideas the site offered. definitely will use it for future date ideas. miguel wants this gift basket to be perfect so he is fully dedicated to the mini project, pouring all of his effort just to see that beautiful smile of yours.

after arranging the basket, which he was very proud of, miguel starts working on the crocheting project. however, it was a lot harder than he anticipated. he watches tutorial videos but ends up failing numerous times, making him frustrated. his penthouse was filled with angry grunts and tossing shit around.

“grunting and throwing things isn’t gonna help you.” lyla teases, smirking at the grumpy man.

the brunette rolls his eyes. “how is something that looks so simple is impossible to make?” he runs a hand through his dark chocolate locks.

the ai sighs. “you just gotta take time with it. don’t think too much and give it another shot.”

miguel stares at the scribbles of yarn in his hand. after closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he decides to give crocheting another shot.

after watching the tutorial videos and actually taking his time with it, following each step, he finally got the hang of it and successfully made the bouquet. it’s not perfect but he tried and actually looks quite decent for his first time attempt at crocheting. miguel was a happy camper, smiling at his little project made just for you. now with the completed gift basket, he hopes you’ll like it. miguel is eager (anxious) to see your reaction.

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it’s still a few hours left of valentine’s day when miguel arrives at your apartment. he stands there anxiously in front of the door dressed in a black buttoned up shirt, a pair of black slacks and black dress shoes. his hair slicked back. his fingers grip nervously on the basket handle. god miguel hasn’t been this nervous in who knows how long. feeling like a teenage boy asking his crush to be his valentine. technically, that is what he’s doing but as a grown ass man obviously. his heart pumps out his chest, palms a bit clammy, one foot tapping the floor.

inhaling a shaky breath, he gently knocks on the door and waits for you. his grip on the basket handle tightens when he hears the locks open before the door opens revealing your angelic presence.

his eyes dilate drastically and mouth hangs open slightly as he slowly takes in the sight of angel blessing his eyes. you are wearing a different dress that hugs your curves so graciously. gorgeous curls of your hair curving your pretty face. makeup done beautifully yet natural, matching the dress. it seems like you went out or are going to since you’re dressed so nicely. miguel is just too enthralled by you.

“oh, sup man.” you softly smile at the tall brunette, titling your head as you lean against the door.

he blinks out of trance, realizing he must’ve look like a fool for staring. “uh… hi.” miguel clears his throat, offering you an awkward smile. he knows you’re going to ask him why he’s here. so, he lifts up the gift basket and holds it in front of you with a bashful expression. “happy valentine’s day.”

your eyes immediately land on the gift basket and your heart melts. it’s a tiny basket decorated in baby pink with a matching bow on the handle along with baby pink tissue paper inside, completely filled with your favorite items, which are all in pink. a candle of your favorite scent. a bag of your favorite chip brand and another of candy. some self-care products like a face mask and moisturizer. a pink butterfly plushie, miguel calls you “mariposa” so it seems fitting. and finally, the crochet bouquet. a bouquet of your favorite flowers made of yarn.

miguel watched your enthralled face, making his own warm up. he just stands there like the bashful mess he is, presenting his crush her valentine’s day gift. hints of cheeks staining his sharp cheeks, heart pounding in his chest like a drum and palms growing more sweatier due to anxiousness.

a very thin layer of tears began forming in your eyes, making you bite your lip to hold them back. “you… you made this?… just for me?…” your gaze fixates between the basket and miguel.

he nods sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “yeah… i though since you already have so many gifts of the same stuff…” he shyly meets your gaze. “a gift basket would be nice.”

and you thought your heart couldn’t melt even more. “i… you didn’t have to go through all that effort for me.” you said with a tiny pout.

miguel shook his head. “that’s why i did it. para ti.” he said sincerely, ruby eyes bore into yours.

oh my god, this man. he’s fucking perfect.

those tears were threatening to spill. your heart is utterly melted. you tenderly take the basket from his grasp. “this is the sweetest gift i’ve ever received. thanks, miguel.” you shoot him smile.

oh he was a happy camper. a big feeling of relief and accomplishment flowing through his body. plus, he got that beautiful smile. “of course, mi mariposa.” he mirrors your smile, overjoyed with your reaction.

you softly chuckle at the nickname. “i would totally marry you.”

his eyes widen dramatically at your shocking comment, making him blush more. “r-really?”

you giggle at his flustered face. “oh definitely.” you step away to place the gift basket on the counter then put on a pair of comfy shoes. “so where are we going?” you ask as you put on a tiny cardigan.

miguel blinks at you confusingly. “going?”

“yeah, for our valentine’s day date.” you softly smile, grabbing your mini white purse as you step out the door and lock it.

valentine’s day date? holy shit — miguel didn’t believe he would get this far. you wanna go on a date? with him? wow it’s like a dream come true. however, he doesn’t any idea on where to take you. he needs to look at the pinterest ‘date ideas’ list.

“i uh…” miguel rubs his jaw, thinking of what possible place he can take you. he doesn’t want to take you to generic places like a restaurant, movie theater, the park. just like his gift, miguel wants the date to be unique. then, he remembers the local carnival in town. “the carnival is still open, we can head there.” he offers his arm to you, smiling as he watches your face light up at his suggestion.

“oooo yes! i’ve been wanting to go there since it opened.” you wrap your arm around his as you two start walking away together.

“well, i’m happy to take you there first.” miguel offers a little smile, gazing at you with adoration.

you smile at each other, walking together as you head off into the night of your valentine’s day date, indulging in a night of fun and romance.

#꒰ ˖ ࣪ . 𐙚 ⊹ ꒱ — 𝓞𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 .ᐟ #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fluff #across the spiderverse #oneshot #valentines day

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bubblergoespop · 2 months

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My Top Vincent Quotes

save me flirty vampire save me (≧∀≦)

“Fuck!”

“When it feels like it’s too much, just squeeze, okay?”

“Because otherwise you’re gonna be doing your best imitation of a Southern-fried steak under this sun. Move it, cowboy.”

“Oh, I know I’m very close. You’re welcome.”

“My entrepreneurial efforts should not be mocked, Vincent.”

“Should I strip down for easier access, doctor?”

“No one can touch you anymore… No one but me.”

“I’ve only ever met a couple of air elementals in my day, and we, uh… we weren’t doing much talking, if you get my drift.”

“Boo!”

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you come down those stairs like that. Like you know exactly what it does to me. Like you own the room. Like you own my heart. Because you do.”

“This is different. Because it’s with you. And not because of what happened to you but because it’s you. Because of what you mean to me. You’re special to me.”

“I love your neck. And that’s not a vampire thing. That’s a Vincent thing.”

“Hold my hand. Please. Yeah, hold it tight. Feel how strong it is. That’s all for you. It’s your strength. It’s yours.”

“Unlike me, the proverbial golden child.”

“Your scent, even through the skin… It’s torture. But the fun kind.”

“The old man.”

“Knowing you has been like switching my life from black and white to technicolor.”

“When I’m around you all I can think is Ohm my god— That one was so dumb”

“You. I’m looking at you.”

“I assume your lupine-inclined S.O. finds it palatable?”

“I can find them.”

“God, your blood practically sings to me, do you know that?”

“I love you. And I will spend eternity at your side if you’d let me.”

“Don’t tell him I said that though. He already threatens to kick my ass every other day. I’d probably deserve it too, but he’s too much of a softy to actually do it.”

“What? I am looking. All right, maybe I’m not looking out at the view. But I’m definitely looking. And loving what I see.”

“All of you is amazing. I mean that. I couldn’t say it if I didn’t. “

“If you really want someone to act like a mother hen, try pulling anything in front of Sam, you can practically hear his blood pressure rising in real time”

“You were my new beginning.”

“My magic is yours, to be whatever help it can. All of me is. Always.”

“I love you. Yes, even when you eat shit. C’mon, you goof.”

“I know your neck’s sweaty. What’s your point?”

“I need your blood. Please.”

“Yeah. It’s still a Vincent thing. I’ll always love kissing your neck, Lovely.”

“Alexis is… being Alexis about it all.”

“Oh I’m not just any idiot, I’m your idiot. There’s a difference.”

“Mine.”

“It’s nothing. You just… you look so cute cuddled up under the sheets like that.”

“Fuck, you smell good.”

“What? I am being good.”

“I’ll fix the drywall… You’re right, I won’t.”

“If the attendant hears it’ll give him something fun to talk about when he gets home.”

-“Even when we’re apart, just thinking of you gets me hard.”

“Have I mentioned that I love when you really lean into your Vampiric strength? Good. Because it’s so fucking hot.“

“You know I’ve always been a tease. Your tease.”

“Yeah you can bite me. Do it.”

“I said mine.”

“Let’s go see what the cowboy’s thinking.”

“Fuck. I wanted you so bad. You’ve been so close. But I knew it’d be worth the wait. And you’re worth every minute of the wait. ”

“Makes sense when your mate’s halfway to being a lumberjack already.”

“Eat shit, asshole. Is that better?”

“Do you like it? [the cutest relieved chuckle in existence] Good. Good I’m glad.”

“I’m not some animal. I’m Vincent Solaire. I’m not just a vampire. I’m more than that. I have to be more than that.”

“Lex.”

#FINALLYYY OMG #bubbler’s top quotes #redacted vincent #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse

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Wicked Felina (The Girl That I Love)

Part 3 - Vampire

Azriel x Reader/Rhysand’s Sister - Angst

Elain and Azriel have a moment while Tamlin and Felina reconnect. Rhys winnows his sister away following a panic attack, leaving Azriel and Tamlin to face each other one-on-one. After poor decisions are made, Azriel must answer to his High Lady. If only Feyre realized how much danger she’s in.

Part 2 Series Masterlist

Warnings: blood, violence, self-loathing, panic attack resulting from past heartbreak and trauma, language

To Azriel, it felt like an eternity. An eternity of standing there watching his mate in the arms of a male he despised, reviled. And Felina, she looked like she was home. Like she’d just found solace after centuries of wandering alone and weary.

And fuck, it made him a bastard but it gutted him. He wanted, no, needed, to scoop her right out of his arms and carry her to a place where it was just him and her. They had so much to address. All they’d done was fed and fucked after Azriel had been turned, he thought there’d be plenty of time for talking once the bloodlust and mating frenzy settled but then everything had gone to shit.

He was so happy to have this female he adored back in his life - but to him, she was so new and he didn’t know how to feel. Because when he looked into those eyes, he still saw that swirling darkness. Not the dancing of stars he’d once adored when they were young but, the darkness of being trapped, locked away, tormented by those who should have been trustworthy. A darkness he could recognize all too well.

Where had she been all those years?

A gentle hand landed on his shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts. He looked to find the brown doe-eyes of Elain, looking to him with concern - guilt.

“Can we talk for a moment?” She whispered.

Azriel felt the muscles of his jaw tighten. The thought of leaving Felina with Tamlin made him sick.

“Not now, Elain.” He grit a bit more harshly than intended. Her eyes cast downward and he saw the hurt flicker across her soft features.

Gods, looking at her now, he didn’t know how he’d ever thought the cauldron made a mistake. She was lovely, a kind soul, she was good.

But his mate - she was wild, curious about the world around her, stars eternal. At least, she had been in her youth. Somehow being turned only amplified her into a force that had yet to be reckoned with, dark and mysterious. She was fucking everything.

She started to turn away and the guilt struck Azriel. His words of “this was a mistake.” on that cursed solstice weighing heavily between them. He could give her a moment of his time.

So, he followed her. “Elain, wait.” He spoke softly, his long strides effortlessly catching him up to her. “Let’s speak over there.” Nodding his head toward a bistro set that was far enough away from the foyer for privacy, but close enough that he could monitor.

The Shadowsinger pivoted away from the situation just long enough that he missed Felina turning her head to search for him, just to see him walking away with the delicate female.

Elain seated herself at the small table, rays of sunlight shone through the window, casting a golden hue upon her hair, rendering the middle Archeron sister nearly blonde. Her leg bounced with anxiety as Azriel took a seat across from her, sending up his shadows to block the rays.

“I-“ Elain started. “Azriel, I am so sorry. This is my fault. Lucien and I have been writing, we’ve been trying to get to know eachother. I mentioned to him about the reunion between Rhys and his sister.”

Azriel pressed his lips into a line, shuffling through his thoughts and treading carefully. “It’s fine-“

“No,” she interjected. “It’s not. I only told him because I’d had a vision of blood, shadow, and night. It alarmed me but… nobody listens to me, Azriel. They don’t understand my visions, I- I don’t either. But Lucien, he listens. He tries to help. So when she showed up, and when we realized that she- and you- were turned, I realized what the vision meant. So I told him.”

Her glassy eyes looked to him. “I had no idea about Tamlin. And I think, I think I understand why Lucien told him. He knew, about the history between she and Tamlin. But I had never mentioned all that you were going through, that she’s your mate and that there are still so many unanswered questions. I’m SO sorry.”

Azriel shook his head. How could she have known? Azriel was the gods-damned spymaster, he’d always cared for Felina and made a point to look after her, and he’d never known. He had seen a note from “Peter” once but just assumed it was some crush she’d made in Velaris. How had he never thought to look further into who she was seeing?

He knew the answer though. He always had. It was the same reason he’d never looked into Lucien’s whereabouts, or Graysen’s.

But he wasn’t ready to face that right now. The jealousy he’d harbored in those days and the well of emotions and complicated histories that it would bring to light.

So, he took a steadying breath and softened his gaze as he met her wide eyes. “Elain, it’s okay. None of us knew about their history and,” he reached a scarred hand out to brush her arm, a friendly act of reassurance. “I’m happy that Lucien is helping. Your visions are worth listening to, your voice is worth hearing.”

Elain gave a smile that didn’t meet her eyes, he could see the guilt there. And while Azriel was certainly not thrilled to see Tamlin there, he harbored no ill-will toward Elain, or Lucien for that matter, for Tamlin’s appearance today.

A sharp cry pierced the air as Felina pulled herself away from Tamlin. And Azriel almost, almost, felt a twinge of empathy for the male at the look of pain crossing his features.

“No, no, no.” Felina whimpered covering her ears, tears falling from her eyes. Azriel was on his feet in a moment, winnowing to her side as her breathing increased, pulling her in close - Felina opened her eyes, glistening with tears, and Azriel felt an intense jolt of heartbreak tug on their bond.

“I remember.” She choked out, pushing away from his embrace. She looked so small in that moment, so broken. Azriel placed a palm to his chest, as if physically feeling the pain barreling down the bond. “What is it, Felina?”

“I- I don’t. I’m sorry. I can’t-” she cried, her voice barely audible. But her next word came out clear, “Rhys?” Her brother looked to her with such sympathy, such tenderness. “What is it little star?” He asked, stepping to her side, shrouding the two of them in darkness. Azriel’s shadows whispered in his ear.

“Sad.”

“Hurt.”

“Mate.”

He couldn’t make out what was said but one moment Rhys had her in his arms, and the next, they were gone.

Rage filled Azriel as his mate vanished. Fixing his icy gaze toward a downcast Tamlin, his shadows whirled, promising violence. Elain hurried out the front door leaving just the two males. And Azriel was going to kill him.

In an instant, Azriel tackled Tamlin, fists brutally making impact with his face. “What did you do to her!?” He roared, pain filling him. Tamlin didn’t make any effort to hit Azriel, only turning his head and freeing an arm from beneath the Shadowsinger’s weight to block what he could.

Azriel was going to make this brutal, ensure Tamlin felt every ounce of pain the past centuries had brought upon them. “Nothing!” Tamlin choked out, blood filling his mouth. “I did nothing. I swear.”

“No.” Azriel spoke, landing a fist to Tamlin’s cheek. “Nothing is what you did while Feyre was fighting for her life, for Prythian, under the mountain. Nothing is what you did when your family tried to kill my mate- and her mother.” Another blow landed, this time cracking Tamlin’s nose, the metallic tang of blood filling the air. “Nothing,” Azriel spat. “Is what you are.”

It was then that Tamlin went still. All attempts of defense dropping as the words echoed through the room.

“Fight! You fucking coward!” Azriel shoved at his chest.

Tamlin turned his head to the side, vacantly staring off to the other end of the room, eyes going vacant as the weight of Azriel’s words settled within him. “You’re right.” Tamlin whispered. “I am nothing.”

The sound of Tamlin’s ragged breaths and Azriel’s heavy gasps filled the space. More blood trickled down the Spring Court High Lord’s face. “I am nothing and she is everything.” Tears lined the males eyes. “But I didn’t say anything, today. She she looked to see you walking away, she saw you with the Archeron sister, watched you caress her arm, and then she crumpled.”

Azriel gaped, his heart shattering. He was the one who’d caused her pain? Azriel let out an enraged roar, so low and loud that it rattled the windows. At that moment, the front door flew open. Feyre and Lucien entered the foyer, taking in the sight before them. The blood running down Tamlin’s face, dripping onto his tunic and splattering on the floor; Azriel’s disheveled state, his shadows snaking around him angrily, the blood coating his knuckles.

“What did you do?” Lucien ground out, stepping in Azriel’s direction.

Elain stood outside the doorway holding Nyx, excusing herself to remove the winged babe from the confrontation.

“What did HE do?” Feyre scoffed. “He’s not the one intruding in our home.”

Lucien only gave her a side-eye, swallowing whatever smart retort he had at the ready. “What. Happened?” the youngest Vanserra’s russet eye bounced back and forth between the two, the golden one whirring with each motion.

Tamlin and Azriel both stood there, like petulant children before a reprimanding father, neither speaking.

Finally, Tamlin broke the silence. “It was my fault. I’m leaving.” Azriel didn’t miss the sadness in his eyes as he looked to Lucien and Feyre and left.

“Tam, wait.” Lucien called out, but he’d already winnowed away.

Feyre looked to Azriel with a frown. “Given the state of Tamlin’s nose and your fist, something tells me this wasn’t just Tamlin’s fault. What the hell happened, Azriel?”

“I’d like to know the same.” Lucien chided, tanned arms crossing over his chest. Azriel’s hazel eyes narrowed in his direction. “You don’t need to know anything else, considering you can’t keep your mouth shut, Vanserra. You’re the reason he showed up in the first place.”

Lucien gaped, a rare show of the clever fox being caught off guard, before muttering “Shit.” He looked to the blood splattered floor, shaking his head. “I need to go find him.”

With that, he was out the door. Azriel let out a sigh, looking toward the stairwell as if Felina were up in their shared chamber and not wherever the hell Rhys had winnowed her to.

Feyre, ever the High Lady, held her head high, waiting for her spymaster to explain himself. “I need to get some air.” He muttered, making to move past her. “Oh no, you don’t.” Her hand grasped his shoulder, bringing him to a halt. “We are not finished here.”

And damn it, if she wasn’t the one person who could get him to listen right now. Rhys was one thing. Azriel could toe the line with him, test boundaries, display that icy rage that so often flowed through his veins.

But Feyre, he had no doubt that she could handle his rage as well but she was different. She had given everything for Prythian, even when she had absolutely no reason to give a damn about the fae. She was a good and just ruler. Not that Rhys wasn’t, but five-hundred years of brotherhood would jade anyone’s view, if only slightly.

So, Azriel stayed, hazel gaze fixing upon his High Lady, awaiting her next command. “Can we talk?” She asked gently, moving her tattooed hand down his arm. Azriel only nodded as she led him to the sitting room.

Situating herself on a tufted arm chair, Feyre smoothed her paint splattered dress, patiently waiting for Azriel to take his seat in the adjacent loveseat. “Elain came to find me at the studio, asking to reach out to get Lucien. She said Tamlin had shown up unannounced at the River House, that you two had talked, and something happened with Tamlin that upset Felina. Is that correct?”

Azriel nodded. It was mostly true. Was there really need to go into detail?

Feyre’s brow furrowed. “Look at me, Azriel.”

He flicked his hazel eyes to her briefly before looking back toward the entry. “You’re not telling me everything. It doesn’t take my daemati ability to see that, Az.” Her words held firm but her gaze gentle.

Emotions warred within Azriel. He didn’t want to talk to Feyre about this, about the way his heart clenches at the thought of losing Y/N - Felina - the name leaving a bitter taste in his mouth, knowing now where it originated from. At the same time, it was a support for her, a name that she held onto when nothing else made sense. He was a selfish bastard for resenting it.

However, he refused to feel selfish for the anger he felt toward Tamlin. He drew the line there. If she needed a friend, Azriel would be the first to offer that. If she needed Tamlin’s friendship, if somehow his presence were to aid in her healing? He’d swallow his pride and live with it.

He could support her, and her healing, while internally resenting Tamlin. For now it was the best he could do.

He knew he couldn’t lose control like he did this afternoon again. He’d likely have to make amends for that.

Consumed by thoughts he dropped his face into both hands, rubbing his eyes before leaning his head onto the backrest, arms crossing over his chest. Letting out a sigh of exhaustion. He couldn’t remember the last time he rested properly. Thank the gods for the unique design of this seat with indentions to accommodate Illyrian wings. The perfect spot for brooding comfortably.

A slight discomfort, however, began to set the Shadowsinger on edge. His body growing rigid.

“Hello?” Feyre’s voice invaded his mind, reminding him he still wasn’t alone.

“You’re rather persistent, High Lady.” he replied through the mental channel, that ache growing a bit stronger.

A soft laugh echoed. “Yes. Now tell me what happened.”

Azriel sent images to her, of Felina’s upset, Rhys winnowing her away, his own embarrassing outburst, the cruel words he’d spoken, the realization that he was the reason for her hurt and not Tamlin.

“That’s a lot to unpack. Speaking to you as High Lady, how you treated Tamlin was unacceptable - but, I know you are aware. From a political perspective, we should issue a formal apology at the very least. As a friend, however, you have been through a lot in a very short period of time and have so much to process. With such unusual circumstances and how new your accepted bond is - I cannot fault you for protecting her. We know so little about Vampyr bonds but I’m certain that also played a role.”

Azriel’s cheeks burned with shame. “Do you know where they went?”

His breathing increased, a metallic tang settling into his nose, seeping to his very bones.

A pause. “I do. She is safe but she needs to be with Rhys right now. Honestly, I think they both need it. He’s been on edge since she arrived.”

Azriel let out a huff, sitting upright and ending the mental connection to speak aloud. “I can understand that.”

Was the air in the house growing warmer or was that the increase in his pulse?

Sympathy flickered in those blue-gray eyes as Feyre reached out, placing a hand on Azriel’s knee. “I can’t imagine what this must feel like, Azriel, and I won’t pretend to, but things will work out in time. Perhaps the Mother knew what she was doing when she put someone with - today’s incident aside - such patience, when that is exactly what Y/N needs. What is it Amren used to tell Cassian about Nesta?” Feyre’s brows drew downward as she tried to remember.

Azriel’s restless state rendering him impatient as she searched for the words, he blurted out Amren’s saying, “Keep reaching out your hand.”

And fuck - he looked at his own hand now remembering the dried blood coating it, the blood that had filled his nostrils, when he rubbed his face.

Hunger. This was hunger. Oh gods-

His sharpened canines flashed as he looked to his High Lady, “Feyre-“

Her pulse fluttered deliciously.

Feyre’s eyes widened with realization. “Oh fuck.” She whispered, standing and stepping back from him. “Hold on, Az. It’s okay. It’s okay. We’re okay.”

And then he lunged.

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Rhys sat in silence as his sister sobbed into his chest. He’d winnowed them directly to the cabin - the one that seemed at this point everyone used to avoid their own mate at some point or another.

Visions of past solstices danced in his mind. How she would sit and watch until her cheeks turned frigid. Cassian would tease her, telling her that any male that wanted to win her heart would have to take them all on in a snowball fight and come out alive. Rhys would chuckle and Az would wrap his scarf around her, or blow on her hands to warm them. He’d always cared for her. Rhys had thought in a brotherly sort of way, he knew for a fact that was how Azriel intended it, but now- he imagined it was the mating bond buried deep down, likely just starting to spark. He didn’t know whether to smile or cringe at that.

He’d become so lost in thought, holding his sister and running fingers through her raven locks that he hadn’t noticed her shutters slow down, her breathing evening out. “It looks different.” She whispered, shocking herself with the statement. “I remember this place. I think. It’s familiar, but not.”

Rhys smiled. “Well, that, my dear sister, would be because Amren and Morrigan went head to head and reduced the place to rubble a century or so ago. I rebuilt it the best that I could but made some changes - the tubs even accommodate Illyrian wings now. And Feyre darling, she added her own touches to the place.”

“Interesting…” she whispered. “I think our father would have keeled over had he seen that.”

Rhys rolled his eyes. “You’re not wrong. Our father never was the type to appreciate the arts, though he did enjoy your love of it. Not enough to let you paint the walls of any of our homes but- enough to take you to the theater whenever he could, enough to ensure the Rainbow was well-funded and thriving.”

Smiling sadly, he continued, “When I first saw the paintings here, I thought of you. How if you’d have been here, you would have been right there with her, painting along.”

Felina looked to her brother, trying so desperately to remember her old self. Who she’d once been.

“I never forgot you, sister. I’ve carried you in my heart every day, there was not a sunset that I didn’t think about the way your eyes shone with wonder as the stars appeared, about the nights you’d beg me to fly with you….wishing I’d have been there more often, wishing I’d said yes every time you asked.”

“Our past does not define us. What we do with today does.” She whispered, puzzling at her own statement. Rhys whipped his head toward her. “You remember more than you realize.”

She thought on her words. “Azriel. He used to say that, yes?”

Yes. Rhys nodded grimly, remembering the treatment his brother received as a child. “Do you remember what else he would tell you?”

“I don’t think I do.”

Rhys wrapped his arm around her shoulder, holding her closely.

“It’s the courage to continue that counts.”

Felina’s hands shook and Rhys gave them a squeeze. She whispered to herself “I am Y/N.” Her given name felt less foreign than she’d expected. “I am courageous. I will not be afraid.”

Rhys’ eyes glazed over, his posture going rigid. The grip of his hand squeezing more tightly onto his sister’s cold hand.

Suddenly she was brought into Rhys’ mind, Feyre’s voice frantic.

“It’s Azriel. He needs Felina. NOW.”

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A/n: If you read this chapter and think “Wow, Felina is being pretty dramatic over Elain” Please hold. There’s more to it that will be unpacked later - she has been through a lot and is still harboring centuries old feelings/emotions that feel recent to her as her memory slowly comes back.

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General ACOTAR tag: @lilah-asteria

Series tags: @glittervame @julesofvolterra @saltedcoffeescotch @candyjaypoppins @st4r-girl-official @nocasdatsgay @gxdsmonsters

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Let's Talk About Turning

Let's go in order of Listeners. If any of the recounted information is incorrect, please let me know.

Bright Eyes:

From retelling from old fans, Bright had literally no say (possibly idea of) the turning till after it was at least in progress.

Lovely:

They were in a life or death situation. They chose to continue living at the cost of losing the power they worked so hard to learn, along with the normalcy of everyday life.

They seem to be taking everything in stride, but I'm worried for them. They seems to be an optimist except for when it comes to their image to others. (That's a post for another day)

Darlin':

Has been given the option to be turned. They still have the option to. But there's 3 things pointing in the no direction. In chatacter wise at least.

Sam still intends to stay with them regardless of how they age. They finally feel their place in the pack. Why lose the original link that made them a part of that family? Last and finally, Sam won't be living an eternal life, regardless if Darlin' wanted to or not with him.

I'm personally a believer that Darlin' wants to keep a mortal life for Sam's sake. Giving him a natural life time line. I hate to think about it, but I think we all see how that's all ending. At least we know that if that's the route Erik has chosen, when shit really his the fan with the meridian, these two are safe. Right? Right.

Treasure:

Let me start off by saying we don't know much about them because their story is quite literally two videos deep so far. What we've seen so far is that Treasure appears to have a dependency or rather a need to do for others. Regardless if they might feel uncomfortable or just not enjoy the sway of their company. Old company we should say.

I think we've mostly come to the agreement that if Treasure hadn't wanted to go off with Porter, they wouldn't have. They were there for their at the time, friends. The night at the club very well could have been the last straw.

All this to say I believe Treasure will be getting turned. Treasure is at the beginning of a break out from their own shell and making choices that benefits themself. There is some level of care and joy between Porter and Treasure. If that grows, wouldn't they want to stay together? If the first person to truly make Treasure happy is gonna live forever, wouldn't they want to too?

There are other ideas of Treasure being a Stealth cause the bitch didn't seem to freak out over Porter being s blood sucking play boy. Erik seems to be leaving empowered reveals of his characters to listener characters to the listeners, for the most part.

There's also the chance Erik could kill off Porter's character. There's a rule of 3 for character stories, it seems. We lost Fred from a listener standpoint and gained Porter. We have 3 wolves. 3 vampires, and 3 d(a)emons that have consistant romantic undertones at the very least. Vega is dead, but he can be brought back. I don't think he's killing Porter off but it's not impossible?

We're at the calm before the storm boys. I swear in the next 4 months, shits gonna get real and all he'll will break loose. Or Aria? Through the meridian. I'm rambling.

But yeah. Totally think that Treasure will get that choice and will be turned.

Again, if my information is wrong, let a bitch know. We gonna suffer through this together.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted bright eyes #redacted lovely #redacted darlin #redacted treasure #redacted porter #redacted vampires

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After Dark

after dark pt. 1, after dark pt. 2

Summary: You thought your boyfriend Eddie Munson died and you even saw him die with your own two eyes, but was he actually dead?

Pairing: vampire!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k words :)

warnings: death, blood, fluff, mental health issues, dealing with loss, and vamp shit OBVIOUS SPOLIERS FOR VOL. 2 ( I would say this is pretty dark )

A/N: This is loosely based on the theory that Eddie is Kas and died and became a vampire and made his way back to Hawkins. Decided to take my creative take on it! So I hope you enjoy and let me know if you want a part 2! :)

Watching Eddie die in your arms that night in the upside down never felt right with you. After the amazing show he put on to distract the demo bats he still went out his trailer door to keep the demobats off Steve, Robin and Nancy, and he paid the ultimate price for it. Dustin and you were already on the other side of the gate in the ceiling when he decided to give you a grim look like he knew he might not make it out of it.

“I love you Y/N, remember that.” Eddie said before cutting the sheet and grabbing his spiked trash can shield and makeshift spear confidently strutting out of view.

“Dustin! We need a new sheet or rope or something! we need to get back there!” You shouted words just spewing out your mouth with the worst feeling in your stomach as you started to freak out numerous scenarios popping into your head as each minute felt like an eternity as Dustin constructed another way to get into the gate.

The world painfully spun around you knocking the air our of your lungs and making you shake with fear. Your heart racing like crazy as you paced back and forth in Eddie’s living room littered with his uncles collection of hats. Flashes of you and Eddie’s years together replayed in your mind. All the late night drives, cherry slushie runs, his live shows with his band, the way he smelled like weed and cheap cologne, the way he kissed your forehead, how he never let you leave mad no matter what, how you guys would get high in the back of his van, and how he taught you DND so well you even beat him at it and how he was so proud of you when you did. You even remember how proudly he shouted “that’s my girl” after and everyone staring at you as you blushed.

“Y/N as much as I’m freaking out you need to calm down and breathe or else you’re gonna explode.” Dustin shouted breaking you out of your anxiety induced daze in a mildly panicked voice.

“How can I not panic when my boyfriend is about to sacrifice himself? He couldn’t possibly take on hundreds of demobats, we couldn’t even do it with three people let alone just himself. I can’t lose him Dustin, I can’t.” You winced as the thought crossed your mind of him being torn apart by those stupid ass hellbats gnawing on his flesh as he screamed in unimaginable pain.

“Y/N! He knew that risk and he took it, all we can do now is try to get back through that gate and I promise you even if I have to throw you up and through. we will get him back” Dustin stern and serious assured you with a calm tone which made you feel slightly better, but nothing could truly make you forget the awful feeling growing in the pit of your stomach like you just knew something wasn’t right.

Dustin finally found another way through the gate with another sheet rope and as you climbed down into the upside down you ran as quick as you could outside. Bursting through Eddie’s trailer door it’s like time was going in slow motion as you screamed seeing Eddie being brutal torn apart by the demonbats thrashing and screaming.

“EDDIE!” You screamed horrified it echoing through the upside down as you ran to his side poking and prodding any demo bat with his spear who even got close to you or him. They were pretty much done with him by that time you got there his flesh all over his chest and neck torn into and blood flooding out of his wounds.

“Eddie no no..” You sobbed tears streaming down your face uncontrollably holding him in your arms as he barely had any strength on his own.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be the hero you wanted me to be.” He said smiling choking up blood in his throat after he spoke.

“Don’t say that, you died for us, for a town that hated you..they didn’t deserve you Eddie.. You should’ve ran.” Tears continued to form in your eyes as Eddie tried to put on a brave face one more time for you smiling as you caressed his face hands soaked in his blood, but you didn’t care he was still your Eddie.

“Please take care of yourself for me and look out for Dustin and the little sheep of mine.” He breathed out coughing up some more blood as he continued, “I love you, please no matter how hard it is…hold…on for me okay.”

After that sentence his eyes started fluttering closed and the light of life slowly was fading as a tear streamed down his cheek as he held yours. With one last smile his expression faded away and he was gone. You knew it as soon as his body went limp and his hand that was once on your cheek fell to his side.

You just lost it after that gripping his lifeless body screaming and crying as you laid your head on his still chest. The pain of grief overloading your senses and whole body feeling like you just wanted to go to as you held onto his lifeless body.

“Please don’t go..please don’t do this Eddie…I need you I-“ You chocked out inhaling and exhaling between sobs as you looked into his lifeless eyes blood covering your hands as you tried waking him back up to no avail.

“We need to go Y/N” Dustin said tears brewing in his eyes and streaming down his cheeks as he limped over to you and Eddie.

“We can’t just leave his body here!” You protested holding on to him as you looked up at him your eyes red and puffy as tears continued to stream from them.

“We lost, Max is seriously injured and gates are opening everywhere.” After hearing the horrible news and feeling the upside down tremble you knew what you had to do as you slowly let go of Eddie gently placing his body back down on the concrete as Dustin pulled you away. Looking back at him laying there you couldn’t help but feel disgusted by yourself that you left his body here out of all places and not properly like he more than deserved. You knew you would have no grave to visit cause people wouldn’t think he died a hero for that matter cause no one would believe your story about the person who everyone believed to be a “satanic fucking murderer”, but that wasn’t Eddie it never was. Eddie didn’t deserve this. He really fucking didn’t. He died a villain in Hawkins history not the person who gave them a fighting chance, but instead seen as a murderer out of all things.

As you were pulled back into Eddie’s living room the pain of his loss just hit you even harder as you ran in his room to grab whatever you could. You grabbed his stash, polaroid's of you guys, his cologne, his rings and a couple more of his shirts and even his guitar because he wouldn’t forgive you if you left his “baby” behind. You couldn’t help but want to grab more but you could see the earth cracking at the seams incinerating everything in it’s path and as much as you wished it to all end you made a promise to Eddie that you were gonna live a good life and you were more than gonna keep it. As you ran out of the trailer you noticed that Eddie’s uncle had already left which was good considering as soon as you were far enough away the whole trailer tore in half. The last place that reminded you of Eddie was gone just like him in one night.

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

Two days had passed since we tried to take on Vecna and lost of course. Max is blind and in a coma plus Steve and Robin dragged you to help out at the school where people were taking shelter in after what is now called the fall of Hawkins. Gates to the Upside Down glowed and tore throughout the city and safe zones were made and everyone still looking for missing people including Eddie who they still believed was the one who sacrificed Vecna’s four victims excluding Max. Jason who blamed Eddie for all this bullshit was gone and you’d think justice was served, but it still wasn’t worth losing Eddie. Even if you would’ve had to go on the run with Eddie you would’ve rather done that then ever lose him. To be honest the thought never crossed your mind that the days with him were numbered and maybe that was a good thing because you didn’t put the pressure on everything being perfect even though it was. He was perfect. Part of you couldn’t accept that he was really dead but of course denial was one of the very first gruesome stages of grief.

“Y/N! earth to Y/N.” Steve chimed waving his hand in your face after folding a polo shirt and jeans.

“Yeah..sorry was spacing for a minute there.” You murmured realizing you were folding a Metallica shirt which immediately had Eddie popping up in your mind, but you didn’t say anything because you really didn’t want to talk about and face that grim reality that he’s really gone for good.

“You good?” Steve asked his bushy eyebrows furrowed giving you that concerned mother of six look with his hands on his hips.

“Yeah! yeah totally good.” You exclaimed feeling like you were putting on the best performance of your life considering you felt like you were dying on the inside.

“Good I was just checking.” Steve responded laughing your response off still seeming a little suspicious of your state of mind but he could tell by how well you brushed it off that you probably didn’t want to talk about it.

“So why did you break me out of my thoughts Harrington?” You mused looking over at him intently folding clothes and placing them in their respective laundry baskets.

“Because look at Robin she’s finally making some progress with Vicki.” Steve gushed looking over at him pointing his head in the direction of Robin laughing and smothering pieces of white bread with jelly and peanut butter with Vicki giggling right along with her.

“You’re planning their wedding as we speak aren’t you?” You joked nudging him in the shoulder making him laugh in response.

“Maybe I am.” He said smiling proudly.

Steve wasn’t so bad considering you guys really didn’t hang much besides when you guys were in the Upside Down fighting otherworldly beings together. He was mostly known for being the king of Hawkins High since you had gone there and also the notorious boyfriend of Nancy Wheeler, but they have since broke up. After that he kinda fell of the face of the Earth having not graduated and working at Scoops Ahoy with one of your best friends Robin who seemed to begin hanging with Steve much more after. You would always see her working at Scoops whenever you and Eddie would have an ice cream date and it would be like you were best friends again. You understood that you both grew up and had lives and you had began hanging out and dating Eddie, but you couldn’t help but feel like Steve stole your best friend away. There was so much more to the story you would later find out, but you for sure held a little bit of a grudge.

“You know I could get you a job at Family Video if it isn’t obliterated, if you want it. I know Robin misses hanging out with you despite having my wonderful company.” Steve sarcastically blurted out.

“Would that mean I would have to work with you too?” You asked poking fun at him.

“Yes I would think so.” He replied looking over at you a nervous smile on his face.

“Then I’ll think about it.” You smiled shyly folding your last piece of laundry.

“Hey uh you were Munson’s girl right?” Steve asked blurting the question out as you started to walk away the ‘were’ making you wince as you turned around to answer him. If Steve was trying to make you like him more before he is defiantly not helping that idea now.

“Yes, why are you asking?” You quickly spewed out just wanting to get out of there as fast as humanly possible.

“Here’s his vest I know if anyone he would have wanted to have it, it’d be you.” He muttered laying the folded jean vest in your arms as you blankly looked down at it trying not to burst into tears in front of him.

“Thanks. Appreciate it Steve. See ya around.” You quickly got out not looking up at him as you turned around and started walking fast out of the gym until you felt yourself bump into someone.

“Oh Y/N there you are.” As you look up you see Eddie’s uncle standing before you tears fresh in his eyes.

“You know about Eddie?” You ask looking at him trying not to get upset but it was getting a lot harder each passing minute. And seeing the look on his face made you believe he knew what happened.

“Yeah that kind young man Dustin told me..and I sat and thought Eddie would’ve wanted you to have this more then me.” He placed something in your hand patted you on the back and walked away.

After processing that quick encounter you slowly open your hand to see his guitar pic necklace laying there a little dried up blood on it. All that pain and grief hit you again and felt like it knocked the wind out of you. As you frantically left the school you looked up at the sky as what seemed like snow was falling, but instead of snow it was the Upside Down particles which was new. What a fucking shitshow. Of course as soon as you lose your boyfriend the town you grew up in had to go to shit too. As you drove home and thought hard about the fuckery that is your life blasting music all while holding in the emotions you’ve been holding in for these past two days making you feel like you are about to boil over. You speed walked inside your house not even caring to acknowledge your parents and going upstairs to your room. Finally after shutting the door you just broke falling to the ground as you sobbed. Clutching your arms to your chest and tears just streaming down your cheeks effortlessly but you couldn’t care less because the pain was too much to bear. The loss of Eddie having you feeling like a hole has been punched right threw you. You had to let it out.

“Why are you crying Y/N?” As you looked up from your sad little world you saw Eddie smiling at you wearing a blood stained and torn Hellfire shirt his skin paler than usual shining through with no wounds in sight. At first you thought you were seeing things so you wiped your tears and adjusted your eyes but he was still there.

“Are you a ghost?” You gulped fear gripping you and making every hair on your body stand as you saw your last time you checked VERY dead boyfriend whose body isn’t here sitting on your bed.

“I know what you are thinking and it’s not what you think.” He said shaking his hands as you stared at him with fear in your eyes.

“How else am I suppose to think Eddie? You were dead.” You stressed running your fingers through your hair staring at him.

But I’m here. I woke up here.” Eddie explained as his eyes glinted red for a second, “Come sit down please.”

A/N: YES I left this on a cliffhanger, but let me know if you want a part two because I defiantly plan on writing one :) vampy Eddie is the only thing I’m holding onto rn. Thanks for reading! Follow for more stories I decide to write! I will have part two put somewhere on this part when its finished!

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Eternal Bloodlines

Adriana tepes/ Alucard x Male Dhampire reader

This fanfic is for 18+ Audience's due to it containing gorey themes and later on smut.

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Generals bickered back and forth, hissing and biting at each other's throats.

Rams bucking their heads

Godbrand thought as he sat at a table and chair watching and drinking blood from a cup way too small for his liking.

pigs blood.

It made him grimace with each sip he took, it was far too cold, too stale and it tasted like shit.

The king himself sat on his throne doing nothing as the generals all scabbled at each other and his two human forge masters stood at his side.

Godbrand never thought he would see a king as powerful and mighty as Dracula sulk, look so much more dead than he already was.

It wasn't long until his majesty's doors were being slammed open causing Godbrands eyes along with other generals human and vampire to follow the noise.

A woman, a countess, with blonde hair as white as snow itself wearing a dress that rivaled blood's darkest of hues.

The Queen of Styria, Camilla.

And it wasn't just great entrances she was good at, no within minutes she had the scabbling silence by her questions towards the king.

Women have balls. I'll give her that.

Godbrand watches how quickly she had infuriated Dracula and was even more impressed when she had returned to the council still alive after the King called her away for a talk. He watched her speak towards the other women of the council making alliances, how she talked to the men with disgust clear in her eyes and yet something he's seen in so many eyes before.

hunting, scheming.

She wasn't here for the king's goals, that was apparent to him, clear as water. She came to do her own goals and was simply using the council to her advantage. It wasn't a surprise to him when she had come to him after so many had left the room and sat across from him staring at him as she leaned her chin on the palm of her hands.

"And you must be Godbrand." She hummed out her voice trying to conceive the smoothness of honey but he had honey before, he's heard of a woman singing its thick soothing liquid to his own hellspawn to know that the Ice queen's voice was nothing like honey. It was like Tar.

"Lose the tone. I ain't as easy going as the others." He grunted out, setting the too small of a cup down which had been refilled with pigs blood. Gods he needed fresh warm human blood and soon if he was going to be able to keep up with the shit going on in the castle.

This is why I stay overseas.

Though it was amusing watching The Ice queen blink a few times her face contorting to the disgust she didn't bother hiding and into some form of impressive notion as she moved back to sit in her own chair more taller.

"My, the rumors about you say otherwise." She quipped and he chuckled.

"That's just it then ya? Rumors. None of these fuckers really know what i do besides their talk and the jokes I allow them to speak about." He stared at her taking in her appearance more, she had beauty he could easily allow her to have, but beauty didn't hide the fact that he could tell she was bat shit crazy. He watched as Camilla's lips tug into a smirk as she looked at him, a huntress looking at someone she wanted as prey but had only found another hunter instead.

"Well then, Do tell me who you are yourself, Godbrand." She asked him, finally seeming to want to know more than just rumors. He will allow it and he answered whatever questions that came to her mind.

They sat there in the enmity council room talking and drinking from those tiny cups for hours. She was scheming something, that he knew and what she wanted with him, he would find out soon enough he gathered, but for now he would entertain her and enjoy some friendly company. One he would turn down if she tried bringing him to her chambers. It wasnt because he doesnt want to fuck her, because he would, he wouldn't even have second thoughts. But he knew a woman as fucking crazy to quesion the King of vampires and live? Wasn't a woman he exactly wanted to have laying on a bed before him, with his face between her legs before his body is without getting to know exactly how crazy the bitch was.

That, and he could swear that she would have teeth down there too.

He had thought after this talk she would be bored of him and focus on the other generals and try getting them to partake in what she wants, but to his surprise after each meeting she would stay sat at the table as the room empty until it was just him and her and they would talk. Sometimes it was to go over everything and then make fun of the other generals or her further explaining her plans and scowling about how the others had their heads too far up their asses to see.

He sometimes would point out mistakes in her little schemes.

"Braila would be smart." He spoke up after listening to her squeal about some sort of organized attack.

"Braila?" She questioned looking from her parchment of maps to look at him. "That city has a river to the sea, yes?"

Godbrand nodded and when he saw her questioning he chuckled.

"River leads to the sea, Sea leads to escape and freedom. Take the river, block the sea and no one can come in." He spoke before pointing down on the map moving his claw towards the sea.

"Or out. It is how my men take small villages by surprise. We take the rivers and invade. Men stay back by the ships so when the livestock comes rushing to their small boats they are slaughtered while the others take the village. "

He watched as her eyes focused on the map a few moments of silence before her lips turned into a smirk as she let out a hum.

"Perhaps They should ask you to speak up more in those meetings. They'd be surprised to know how wise you are." She hummed out towards him, she had let go of the need to use that fake honey like tar tone with him.

"I rather not, let them think of me as they do now. Don't want the responsibility." He huffs out before crossing his arms

"So you want them to think of you as the arrogant big headed vikings who doesnt wash his ass and fucks everything that moves?" She asks with a tilt of her head.

"I have you know, i Bathe nightly, Us vikings clean ourselves, though i can't say the same for a few other generals.." He quipped back with a chuckle of his own and it had earned a few laughs from the Ice queen as well.

"Well you do certainly smell better than a few."

Talks like these were good, he enjoyed them and it took his mind off of other things.

Like the thoughts of how his only child, his cold son was doing. He wondered if you were faring well out there, how you were taking things to a different site than he was seeing. He wonders if you had grown some more with new experiences he couldn't teach you.

"You should bring it up at the next meeting, Help me instill the need to attack there." She told him, encouraged him but he shook his head.

"I will go against it." He started watching as she immediately questioned him in her eyes.

"They see me as unwise, young and stupid as if I am not already a few centuries old, yes maybe not as bold as them but still they see me as nothing but as a lad as they do you a lass. So I will act like a lad to make them feel smarter but you, do not act like a lass to them. be a woman who does not give. Make them use their heads, use the humans, Dracula takes their words over ours." He explained to her watching her scheming eyes take what he says in.

"I see, Have us the youngest besides The king's pets bicker and belittle another and get the pets to join in so we get what we want." She hummed out before grinning at him.

"For a man who thinks with just the head of his dick, I think they got the wrong head."

And he laughed.

"I still rather think with my dick."

Another meeting had brought news and more fighting against the generals and forgemasters.

Camilla brought up the need for Braila and he questioned it, making her explain everything to the generals.

"Any City built over running water is a place that we, As vampires, should approach carefully. '' Dracula responded for the first time during the entire war council meeting. Godbrand ignored the look that Camilla had simply glanced his way as he was more focused on the two Forgdemasters whose attention was captured in the subject.

"Running water? I've never heard of it affecting vampires." Issac spoke with his accent, a genuine curiosity in his voice as he spoke. Yet it was all working in their favor, just as he said it would.

"Death by running water hasn't happened in many centuries." Godbrand spoke loudly with his arms crossed towards the forgemaster. He said his words in a more boasting way knowing he had their eyes on him.

"Why not?" Hector asked, Their interests in vampire knowledge always continues to grow, had their lord simply given them the knowledge before having them as part of the council it wouldn't have been so easy to use their curiosity to lead discussions to topics they wanted.

"Look around! We moved into the middle of countries." He made sure to state it as if he was talking down to them, watching how Hector's eyes narrowed, unpleased.

"I'd been told that vampires couldn't cross running water." He stated in a way as to prove him wrong, that he did have some knowledge of the subject. Godbrand didnt care if Hector really had or if he was simply saying it to make himself look bigger than he was, or if it was to impress the other human in the room.

"I've been on boats, I've had baths." Godbrand said as if to make Hector look dumb, he shot a glance back at Camilla. You seemed to cover her mouth with the back of her hand in her other hand, one of those small chalice cups. He knew she was bringing back an amused smirk on her lips as he gave her a look that simply ment see?.

"When?" Isaac Questioned him and Godbrand couldn't help sending the human a glare, He was getting tired of the jokes about his hygiene, though he supposed that is what happens when you allow a room full of fucking vampire do nothing but talk shit about you and come up with many things.

One time a rumor went around about him fucking horses, he wasnt even sure how that happened since he hardly ever came to the meetings but it was some story that he didnt even know about himself.

He kept playing dumb, allowing Camilla the chance to speak up, to play along and insult him and talk down on him like the others do. To push herself up on a pedestal above him to get the other vampire's approval and the humans to side with her, and it was working. Soon the King rose shouting at them to silence them and Godbrand watched Camilla move to Hector to speak to him quietly.

The meeting continued with Issac questioning Brailas importance over Arges and continued about Arges being a better city. Without a second after Issac had finished it was Hector who spoke disagreeing with him. Camillas' eyes catched His and he watched as she smirked some as Hector was leaning more towards an attack on Braila.

Which brought the king's interest back to the subject taking in the words just like how Godbrand had observed him do over the meetings before Camilla joined.

Issac began to speak once more and he brought news forwards, news Godbrand wasn't expecting.

News of the King's missing son who he had injured badly.

News of Belmont being in the same place as Alucard.

"A Belmont? I thought they were extinct." Camilla questioned but Godbrand barely heard her with his thoughts creeping back.

Vampire hunters.

His mind immediately went towards his son, the thoughts of how you were doing, faring came back to him.

Were you alive?

He shook his head, You were his son. Named in the revenge of blood, He had watched you take down grown vampires centuries older than you filled with your rage and blood lust. Burn down villages as you ripped humans piece by piece.

He shouldn't have to worry about a vampire hunter taking your life.

But he did.

You were his only son.

"No. We Believe our Lord's son Alucard and Belmont may have worked together to repel our forces at Gresit." Isaac informed not only Camilla but to the entire council.

By the gods, Boy don't be involved

" If there is a Belmont left alive then should we not observe the ancestral Belmont home?" Camilla questioned snapping at the council with her question.

Godbrand didn't like his choices of sending you to travel, he hadn't expected for a vampire hunter to be alive since their disappearance so many years ago. He didn't have a way to hear from you and he wouldn't dare bring up your existence to a council of vampires.

"Why." He spoke, mostly towards himself lost in his thoughts. Surely you wouldn't be near a vampire hunter, you wouldn't be anywhere near the king's son. That was impossible...Yet he had once thought fathering a hellspawn would be impossible. A hellspawn that was born wrong surviving was impossible, That hellspawn being able to swim in running water was impossible.

You tended to have a trend at doing things he had thought was impossible.

" Perhaps on the general notion that the Belmont hunted the likes of us for fucking centuries and if there is one left alive then it may have access to the trove of weapons and magical materials talked of across generations but never found which they used to hunt us through fucking centuries." Camilla snapped suddenly in front of him, her hand coming to his chest to point a claw into his chest as she snarled at him. Perhaps she saw the confusion or daze of lost thoughts in his eyes because she lightened the pressure on his chest and moved her claw away.

Her tone slightly softened as she must've seen that he wasn't playing along at playing the idiot that something had been on his mind that took him from the conversation.

"Am i making myself clear now?" She spoke before pulling from him using his genuine confusion to her advantage addressing the king.

"This is your war council my lord?"

It caused the kind to stand glaring down at all of them, as if daring another to speak. His eyes glowing that dark blood red.

"If you truly fear my son's presence and that of a lowly human, have them killed." Dracula snapped with a wave of his hand before he started to head away.

"I've had enough of children bickering."

The council spoke bickering as he left but Godbrands eyes could not leave the stairs of the throne room where Dracula had left.

have them killed?

Has his own son been killed?

A bitter taste formed on his tongue, moving towards his fangs as he snarled biting his licks back exposing them.

The great king who he had respected..Whose solution about his only child was to kill him for some war?

The son that He and His human wife struggled for years to have?

Was the boy a novelty then? A toy for his wife to have something to tend to besides him?

Was giving the half bred son the title, Prince of vampires, simply something to flatter his human wife?

Perhaps his anger had grown more than he had thought as he stormed out of the throne room and into one of the many halls of the castle. Godbrand had sent his own son to travel, away from the war, in some way to honor his mother and see her world before the King had destroyed it. To protect him in the only way he knew how, and The king had no quells in murdering his own son for a war over a human pet wife?

It was dishonor, Not to his own fucking son but to the woman who spent years trying over and over again to give him a hellspawn of his own.

A father is to protect his fucking kin not kill them.

How could someone as ancient and wise as the Old man be so completely stupid? How could He? Godbrand, know that more than the king?

Godbrand heard the clicking of heels and he knew who it was, but his own rage didn't care for his words.

"Im not in the mood to try to fuck you Camilla i have my own shit right now." He snarled as he stormed through the halls, He didn't get too far before he was slammed into the ground, her weight on his back as he snarled more.

"I wouldnt fuck you if you were the last thing alive." Her icey words chilled over his backside.

"Explain why you stormed off."

Godbrand snarled, the crazy bitch had pinned his arms to his side as well so moving wasn't an option, and he was a vampire that was gifted with ability to turn into mist or shape shift either so all he could do is lay there face first into the floor and snarl like a rabid dog.

"Kill the son His Wife had worked so hard to fucking have, Thats what he wanted." Godbrand snarled.

"Well…The Child was a half breed."

Half breed.

Like you.

Half breed.

" I don't see how that would anger you…"

"Cause you dont know how fucking hard it is for a woman to fucking birth a living son like that!" Godbrand snapped squirming underneath her.

"You dont fucking know how many tries ir takes to even get past a few months. How many wrong borns a woman goes through just to get a son born right and alive."

He was seething,

His mind moved back to the many miscarriages and wrong births of his own offspring that his little mother tried so hard to birth.

He wondered how many the king's human wife had to see, had to push out, had screamed and cried for, and The king waved his hand uncaringly with the words kill them.

How those words in his mind changed to

Kill you.

"And you do?" Her words cold as winter snow falling came down, there was curiosity at her tone. Godbrand felt himself stiffen as a corpse before snarling swears in his motherland's language quietly.

"...You do." Her words changed and before he knew it he was on his back with her straddling her hips staring down at him claws on his shoulders raking over them.

"Godbrand…Do you have a half breed bastard?" She questioned him, her eyes unmoving from his own. He snarled, moving his arms to shove her off of him.

"He's not a bastard. He is my son." Godbrand snarled at her baring his fangs.

"And hes more of a vampire than half of those fuckers in there will ever be."

Camilla to her grace was able to land on her feet pushing herself to stand tall as she looked down at the man on the floor. She could see so many things move through his eyes and it intrigued her.

"Tell me about him, your son." She demanded him softly and watched as his eyes moved to the hall behind her.

"Let us go for a walk on the grounds, yes?"

And it delighted her to watch him push himself off the ground and follow her away from the castle to the surrounding woods walking on a path paved by livestocks carts over the years. She listened to what he had to say and he told her everything.

"The last wrong born before my son, I went to my little mother, she always sulked in her furrs after a wrong birth. It was the first time I ever went and saw her after a wrong birth." Godbran explains listening to the bristled sound Camilla let out between her lips.

"It's tradition." He started glancing over at her, catching her eyes.

"We let the women grieve for what could have been alone, So that they may hear the mother goddesses whisper their advice and Condolences. It's disrespectful for a man to stay with a woman during such things. Only women are allowed to enter a weeping mothers hut and soothe her." He watched as Camilla's eyes ever so slightly softened.

"So why did you break your own tradition?" She asked curtly and Godbrand looked away and to the moonlit trails in front of them.

"I was going to tell her that I had prepared a ship for her to leave."

"You were letting her go?" Camilla turned towards him, stopping in their midnight stroll and He refused to turn to look at her.

"She tried to bear a child for nearly ten years, Camilla. She mourned every single one of them as if they were more than just her freedom. " He spoke softly, crossing his arms.

"Each time she blamed herself.

'I wasn't eating enough, forgive me, I'll eat more next time.'

'I slept the wrong way, I will sleep differently next time.'

'I moved too little, I will move more next time.'

'I moved too much, I will move slower next time.'

'I washed in the river, I will wash in the sea.'

Every time a wrong was born she took the blame. Blaming herself as if the real issue wasn't me." He turned to look at her finally.

"I went into her hut, and when she saw me she spoke of how i came around her sooner this time, and she told me she will do better,..…I told her her womb was not the wronging in all the wrong borns, it was my dead seed that killed them from the very start…and told her that i had a ship ready for her, that she would be safely taken to lands where vampires were not as frequent and she still had a fair face enough to find a husband.." Godbrand shook his head at the memories.

"She refused."

"She refused?" Camilla asked with a tilt of her head, her eyes piercing his own.

"She refused. She got angry at me actually, stormed to me and demanded I strip from my clothes and fill her once again. She had looked into my eyes with the eyes of a predator unlike when I had found her huddled up like some rabbit, fearful and weak. She then said;

'I will bear you a son, Stronger than any man in your bloodline, and he will either bathe in red darker than the blood of the people slaughtered in my village, or he will bathe in gold brighter than the sun which you will never see.'

And shortly after that night her womb was full again with my son. She had me fuck her every night she said it was for his soul to be stronger than the others. When her waters broke i waited by her huts door, The nursing women refused me to enter..I had wanted to see him born..But in the end He was born wrong like all the others. I heard her screams before I heard the head healing woman head towards the huts door. She screamed and cried like all the times before but this time in a language I didn't know, her homeland I suppose. I took my boy to the cliffs like I did with all the others for the sea to take.

I was so Angry Camilla, She tried so hard and once again it was a bloody wrong born…But before i could drop him the winds settled and it was like the sea calmed and i heard him…My son fighting to live and when i cut the cord around his neck from his own wrong birthing he screamed louder than anything i had ever heard before..My son stronger than the other wrong borns, Almost seemed like he wasn't ever born wrong…"

Godbrand clenched his hands as he remembered your birth, and he continued telling Camilla everything about you. How you grew rapidly, how the sun never affected you.

"He can go into running water, and leave it with barely a rash."

Camilla's eyes narrowed as she looked at him.

"Your half breed son can move through running water? Not even Dracula's son has such abilities."

Godbrand nodded as he began to walk down the trails with her once more.

"Aye, I've seen him do it many times. His mother used to wash clothes in the river, he would play by her side. I've seen him fly overboard on one of the ships during a territory battle, he climbed back up the side with a fury, his skin not even Blisters."

"Is that why you kept him hidden?" Camilla's words hit his ears making him glance over at her again.

"No, I kept him hidden because he would be looked down upon, the others would treat him less than the man i raised him to be…At first.." Godbrand steeled his eyes onto the path and he continued to walk.

"At first?" The Vampiresses questioned him, following his lead through the wind blowing trees.

"...He's a Crusnik, Camilla…" Godbrand breathed out before stopping once more.

"He's eaten another…"

"Yes…"

"When..?"

Godbrand looked at her, his face contorting in…was it? Anger? Sadness?

"The night his mother was taken from him. A neighboring clan member took her life in front of him. Before I could even react I watched my son tear through him and twelve other grown men over centuries of his own age. My clan and I watched as he devoured each one of their blood before tearing through them with an ace before they moved to fight against the other clan themselves for angering my son.."

The blade of your Ax tore through limbs causing rotting blood to splatter your face. It was foul as the smell of the rotting corpse of the night creature as you shoved its slicing body away from you, splitting it entirely as you moved to the next.

"You wouldn't have believed it unless you saw it with your own two eyes."

Flames shot from your side scratching the dirt and cracked cobblestone walkways. A whip cracking to your left and you could hear the wishful gliding of a magic sword moving through the air before slicing amongst flesh.

They were inexperienced to hell and back, and yet they all agreed to stay here.

"It's so much more different than bloodlust Camilla…Is power, raw uncontrollable power."

Villagers screamed as they tried running from the night creatures, forcing you to watch your own blade carefully as you swung it through body masses of tendons and flesh. You felt someone stumble into your side and you hissed at them to back away, you felt a hand slide across your back and the wailing on an infant.

"So yes, I kept my son hidden, I focused on him training that power and controlling it himself."

The damn fools were piling behind you and the other three, covering themselves between buildings with nowhere to go.

Only you four in front of them keeping the Demons away from tearing into their flesh. You heard shouting from your right where Sypha was speaking about something. You couldn't focus over the smell of spilling blood rotten and fresh over taking your senses.

You faintly felt a stinging from your chest as you moved a hand across it to feel the gaping wound sliced into it from a night creature's claw.

"How could I bring my only blood, my only son, near a den of Vampires that would only see him as a threat?"

Starving.

You were starving.

When was the last time you ate?

Three weeks ago now? Or was it four?

animal blood wasn't cutting it.

You needed real blood.

"You think they would have let him be alive if they knew he could eat more than just livestock, Camilla?"

Yet as you focused back on the creeping creatures that neared you and your small group. You could feel their eyes on you.

Alucard's, Trevor's more than anything as if they were waiting for you to turn around and attack the livestock that had run into a corner believing that you would protect them.

"...No..They would have staked him to a pillar faster than the church with a witch." Camilla answered him.

"Aye…So I kept him away from the meetings. I sent him to travel to explore and learn more about himself, about what he is…And if something were to happen to me, I'd die knowing that my son is more of a Vampire than any one of those bastards back there."

If Sypha had not stated that you all were going to help them rid of the night creatures that hunted on this little village you wouldn't have bothered helping them. You wouldn't have probably even been near this little village. Perhaps you would have been in a city.

"...If something ever did happen to you, Godbrand, I'd look after your son. I'd treat him as if he was one of my own sisters."

"...I take it that's a lot coming from you?"

Regardless of the burning sensation you felt in your teeth to tear through the nearest livestock near you, you gripped your ax and lunged forwards towards a demon.

Your cold lifeless blood pumping through your limbs as you ripped the blade into a night creature's shoulder, getting it lodged into the bone as you yanked it closer to you.

Your blood, Teeth, and primal instincts know more than them.

It didn't have to be human for you to feed.

"You don't have to take it as anything, Just know you have my word Godbrand."

chp 9

#castlevania x reader #castlevania fanfiction #adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes #alucard x reader #trevor belmont #sypha belnades #18+ fanfic

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angelinthefire · 4 months

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i can't decide between cute shit and timestamp

Re: this tag game

Thank you for asking!

"Cute shit"

So this is a pretty generic post-15x19, Cas-is-back-from-the-Empty fic. The setup is a lot like "Status quo ante bellum", in that Dean is still working towards fully expressing his feelings towards Cas, and Cas isn't sure where he stands. But Dean is being pretty clearly clingy, so Cas doesn't have the intense anxiety that he does in "Status quo". They go on the clown-mask-vampire hunt, Dean gets impaled, but Cas is there to heal him. But because Dean was so badly injured, it takes a lot out of Cas, and he passes out. Sam and Dean take Cas back to the motel and get him a room, and Dean stays with him overnight. The excerpt picks up the next morning. It's mostly just dialogue.

Cas wakes up first. Frozen, kind of terrified.

Dean is snuggled into him by now.

Dean wakes up. Jerks away in shock but recovers quickly.

Cas looks at him nervously.

Dean smiles bashfully, "Hope I didn’t wake you up?"

C: "No you didn’t"

D: "Good. How’re you doing? Anything screwed up?"

C: "No, I’m better."

D: Sighs, relieved. "I was scared."

C: Raises his eyebrows. "You were scared for me?"

D: "‘Course."

C: "Dean, you could’ve died."

D: "Yeah that scared me too."

C: "Yeah. Me too."

D: "But… if I died… you’d come see me, right? Sneak into my memory box, wake me up? And we could just… hang out on the holodeck?"

C: "It’s a poor substitute for life."

D: "But you’d do it?"

C: (softly) "Yeah."

D: "Good. Y’know, I think… I mean… I wanna spend forever with you."

Cas stares, entirely disarmed.

Dean’s eyes fall to his lips.

He leans in. Cas is very still, and closes his eyes. Dean kisses him very softly.

Cas’ eyes are still closed when he pulls away.

Cas opens his eyes. Looks unsettled.

So Dean kisses him again. This time something clicks with Cas and he starts to kiss him back.

2. Timestamp

This is the scene from "Forget your perfect offering" in chapter 4 where Claire goes off to talk to Dean in the kitchen. I wrote the dialogue when I wrote the chapter, so that I would have a clear idea of what was happening with Dean, even though I never intended to post it with the fic. I'm actually pretty sure that I posted it on tumblr at some point, but I can't find it now.

The setup is that Dean is trying to give Cas what he wants so that he'll stay. And Jody, Kaia and Claire come over for a family dinner. And Dean basically tells Claire not to screw it up with her attitude. But he apologizes later, and that's when this scene takes place. Under the cut.

Dean feels bad for telling Claire not to be a weirdo, and asks her to help him with dessert so they can talk in the kitchen.

Dean: Sorry for being, y’know…

Claire: An asshole?

D: Yeah. I guess this whole thing’s got me on-edge.

C: What whole thing?

D: Y’know. Being with Cas. It’s a mindfuck. I mean, you get it, right?

C: Get what?

D: You know…

Claire stares at him.

D: Suddenly being different from how you thought you were.

Claire keeps staring at him.

D: Oh, come on. Your dad was all into Jesus. He didn’t raise you to think being gay was normal. Don’t you ever get hung up on what he’d think if he saw you today?

C: (getting agitated) No, I don’t, because he’s dead. And I had an angel in me, so I know that none of that shit matters.

D: Yeah, but when you started being into girls, you’re saying you didn’t ever worry what other people would think?

C: What the hell, I’m not your therapist, Dean!

D: Yeah. Right. Sorry.

C: (softening, just a little) I get that you need someone to talk to about this crap. But did you think that maybe that someone should be your boyfriend?

D: Talk to Cas? The dude spent eternity as, like, a giant lightbulb or something. I don’t think he knows what it’s like for everyone he knows to suddenly see him as some… some kinda… ugh.

Dean cuts into the rice krispie squares. Claire regards him cooly. The way Dean said "some kinda" gets under her skin.

Claire leans over the counter, and says to Dean in a low, icy voice.

C: Faggot.

Dean freezes and stares at Claire like she just slapped him.

D: What?

C: That’s what you were gonna say, right? That's what you are now.

Dean looks at Claire like he’s about to cry.

C: And you can wear your plaid, and carry a gun and talk like Batman, but that won't change the fact that that's all you are to some people. They'll see you and Cas together and that'll be it, they'll never see you as anything but dirty and wrong and weak. And I dunno, maybe your dad would've been one of them. But you gotta decide whether or not you're going to let them control your life. You gotta decide whether all that bullshit is worth it.

Claire takes the knife from Dean and goes back to cutting the rice krispie squares.

D: (after a long beat) Yeah. Yeah, Cas is worth it.

C: (significant look) I don't mean Cas. I mean being yourself.

D: (some kind of subtexutal reminder that Dean still thinks he's not really in love with Cas) Heh. Yeah. Thanks Claire.

C: Whatever. Don't start thinking I'm your gay Yoda.

D: It’ll be hard. You give good advice. For a dyke.

C: (good natured) Pansy.

D: Queer.

C: Cocksucker.

D: Nah, that’s not till later tonight.

C: Ew!

D: What, you don’t wanna hear about my plans for Cas’ cock?

C: No! Shut up, Dean!

#spn #destiel #ask #anon #by mi #not actually fanfic #fypo

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breezybeej · 3 months

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Dear god don't read this. I can't believe I'm writing a buffy post.

I really think Angel should have been aware that happiness would break the 'curse' and purge him of his humanity again, I don't think it should have been a surprise to him that this would happen. Imagine the love story. Man is killed and turned into a vampire. Loses his 'soul' or conscience or whatever. Commits just the most crimes against humanity ever. Truly heinous shit, too. Revels in it. He gets cursed to regain his soul. Still a vampire but he now FEELS the guilt of all the crimes, is a miserable wretch because of it and he can't die. Even worse, he's catholic so he can't kill himself. And then he meets Buffy and Uh-Oh. I love this girl. This is dangerous. Gotta keep her at arms length. Unfortunately you have a conscience and you have to stay around to prevent the apocalypse. Man, Buffy is really getting under your skin. If she gets any closer, you are going to feel joy and return to being a monster. It's been a whole year now and like. You just can't fight it. She needs your help because you've saved her many times. If you leave, she could die. The guilt would be unbearable because you love her so much. Problem is, this girl starts making you think that maybe you are still worth loving even despite your horrible past. Feelings build and build, can't stop it. We reach the breaking point. He says "I would rather share in this love with Buffy for one moment than live forever without having it." and they fully open themselves up to each other and embrace their love. Angel knows that he's about to become an asshole and that Buffy will kill him. And that's what he wants, he experienced this one moment of truly being loved and now he has to die. It's also thematic to his catholic background! He gives up his eternal soul and is killed by the people he loves so much. The next part stays the same. He doesn't realize that Buffy won't play into that game, that she actually has agency (bing bong a woman with agency? on TV??) in this scenario so she doesn't kill him.

But do you see what I mean? I feel like that has such a stronger "this is a romance thing" vs it being a whoopsie accident on his part and making it feel more like "damn girl that pussy ripped my soul out"

#btvs

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spiegelgestalt · 17 days

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Arc 4 of Re:zero is a really great Vampire story

One of the most fascinating relationships dynamics in re:zero is the shit show between Echidna/Roswaal/Beatrice. (In the anime, I haven't read the light novel yet). Because it's just such a good example of a Gothic tragic vampire story. Spoilers for season 2 under the cut:

so what do I mean with vampire story? Except for Echidna none of these characters are vampires. And it's not confirmed with Echidna (though she has the same eyes as Elsa. AND Garfiel mentions that one of the witches was a vampire and since his faction is really closely related to Echidna it makes sense that it's her).

BUT they are all very very old and at the same time unable to grow and move on. Echidna is literally (un)dead. Her soul is trapped in an old tomb. Beatrice is at the same time a little girl who can never grow up (the most horrific of the vampire tropes imo) and an old woman who survived all her loved ones, trapped in a library while the world passed her by. Roswaal is an eternal young man, obsessed with getting the past back. Obsessed with having his lover back even if she will never love him back the way he wants. (And isn't it interesting that he mostly remembers the fun he had with Beatrice...) His relationship to Echidna feels incestuous (mother/son) to me even if they are not related by blood. Roswaal too can never grow up (Emilia correctly notes that he is a huge child like Betty) at the same time he literally steals the bodies of his descendants. He takes their future for himself in a desperate bit not to die. For me this is what good vampire stories are fundamentally about: beings who rather burn in eternal damnation than let go of the past. Beings who sacrifice the future for the past because for them the past is all there is.

The second important things about vampires is destructive love/desire. And because re:zero is smart it seperates those things from sex and can make a better statement than just sex is kinda evil. Because here is the thing: I truly believe that Echidna loves at least Beatrice in her own fucked up way. On paper she does a lot of things correctly: she wants Beatrice to grow up, she wants her to chose a person for herself, she gives her all the knowledge that she has, she doesn't dictate her future. But at the same time she binds Beatrice in a fucked up contract, she experiments what Beatrice might do, she sacrifices Beatrice's best friend without regard to her feelings at all. She is unable to let her go. She has to give her an empty book of wisdom. Even Beatrice's free decision must somehow be part of her web.

And Roswaal? Actually we don't see that much of Echidna/Roswaal but from what we see she makes him dependent on her and into a willing accomplice of her schemes. She uses his love which after a while turns into obsession because he knows it can never be returned.

But the most tragic part are Roswaal and Beatrice. Because Roswaal desperately desperately loves Beatrice and he is no idea how to relate to her except through manipulation. He tried to be her person (she refused him) but because he wasn't open, because he didn't share his grief there was no connection between them. Just two bitter siblings sniping at each other. And Roswaal knew that Beatrice was unhappy and that is probably part of the reason why he tries to kill her. She wanted to die the same way he wanted to die (and is that not delicious: he plans to revive Echidna but he doesn't plan to be with her because he hates himself so much. He plans to die and he wouldn't leave Betty behind...). BUT I think the other reason is that he really is jealous of Subaru. Because Subaru manages to talk to Beatrice, get her out of her shell, and if Beatrice starts growing what would that mean for him? And still he doesn't want to make Beatrice sad. It fucking enrages him when Puck implies that this might be the consequences of his actions

And at the end? They stand together next to the grave of their mother (yeah I'm saying it fuck you) and are finally able to connect about their grief. And I know Roswaal doesn't deserve it but I really hope his relationship to Beatrice gets better. Because Beatrice needs people who see her for the old woman she is. And just: Re:zero is about forgiveness and these siblings have been lonely for so long and I want them to reconnect.

#Re:zero #roswaal l mathers #Grand Spirit Beatrice #Echidna #Fucked up family dynamics #Content warning #Suicide #Implied incest #Murder #Violence against women #Typical rezero stuff #Spoiler #Edited to fix some spelling errors and add a caption

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cookinguptales · 1 year

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wwdits tarot: judgement

Just one card left after this one!

I set up a poll here for people to vote on which tarot deck I use for readings this weekend. I’ll be busy Friday night, but people can still get started sending me requests while I’m out.

This is a card that I’ve been waiting on for a long time now — XX. Judgement.

There’s only one last member of the main cast left, isn’t there? :')

Judgement is a card that, like I’ve said before, people often mistake for Justice. But if Justice is about getting what you deserve (good, bad, or indifferent) then Judgement is about your life finally coming full circle. It’s about your own internal judgement, deciding what you want your life to be, but it’s also in a sense a divine final judgment. It’s the time when all of your decisions can finally be seen as a complete whole, and when you will see your life for what it’s always been meant to be.

It’s that moment when everything finally lines up, you know? When you look inside and have a revelation and suddenly you know exactly who you are and who you’ve always been. It’s realizing who and what you’re meant to be.

Basically, Judgement is all about looking within, gathering up all of the puzzle pieces you’ve been painstakingly collecting throughout the years, and finally putting them together into a cohesive whole. It’s being able to see the picture that they create. It’s self-knowledge, but it’s also finally understanding what you need to do in order to grow.

It’s a card about making life-changing decisions, but ones that will finally let you realize your full potential.

I think it suits my favorite character in the whole show, to be honest. I think we’re seeing him on that journey now, and I’m so excited to see where he finally ends up.

It’s been a delight to watch Guillermo de la Cruz grow from a nebbish, ineffectual, pathetic little familiar into the slayer he is today. It’s like he’d convinced himself that he would only ever be on the outside looking in until someone more powerful than him deigned to invite him in. But then he realized that he had power all his own. He didn’t have to wait for anyone to give him permission to exist. No one had to give him anything.

He could just take it himself.

Whether it’s tearing through an entire theater of vampires, beating the shit out of his former master, or deciding to earn his fangs his own way, Guillermo has finally learned that while he wants to live in the shadows, that doesn’t mean that he has to be content living in somebody else’s.

I love the way he’s finally started to put together pieces of his own power and personality to understand the strength that’s always been his for the taking. I love that he’s starting to trip over these self-reflections and revelations, and every one of them brings him closer to being the creature that he's always had inside of him.

Will that be a vampire? A slayer? A combination of the two? Something wholly outside that binary?

I don’t know yet, and I don’t think Guillermo does either.

Either way, though, I think that this whole series, we’ve seen him approaching his final Judgement. I think he’s going to find in himself something awesome and terrible, cruel and beautifully kind. He’s finally going to find out what shape his power wants to take, and how he can use it best to serve his own needs. He’s going to figure out who he wants to be, and who that person will be to those he loves.

He’s going to figure out how to become a person that he loves.

He’s finding his final form, in other words, or at least the kind of form he might be frozen in for a little taste of eternity.

Everyone in this show grows and changes and learns about themselves to some degree, but no one has had a change more radical or welcome than Guillermo has. No one else has realized that they’ve been living a lie for their entire lives, and that they were just too afraid to leave the cocoon they’d been hiding in for all this time. No one else has seriously started on their road to full self-actualization.

There’s a kind of potential in Guillermo that all of them are just starting to get their minds around, and I’m not sure anyone’s been more surprised by it than him. But he’s starting to become more comfortable with his own power and potential and whatever Judgement he will reach, and he’s going to make sure the rest of them become comfortable with it, too.

One way or another.

Now. Onto the card itself.

The scene on the RSW version of Judgement is a largely Biblical one, and you know how I feel about that. We see here an angel trumpeting the Final Judgement and the dead rising from their graves to greet him.

Guillermo, too, is calling the undead to him — but they might be a little less happy to see him.

My immediate first thought is that imagery of him swinging down from the rafters in the Theatre, and everyone looking up to see who'd just swooped into their midst.

I love that for him — this idea that, in the end, no one had to invite him to this get-together. He made his own goddamn entrance, and he's here in this world to stay.

So maybe that's what I want here, too. Guillermo swooping down into the vampiric world, blood and ash on the ground, and the vampires (and other supernatural creatures) looking up to receive him. Some, like Nandor and the rest of their housemates, are welcoming him. Others are looking at him with fear and resentment. But none of them can turn him away.

Not anymore.

wwdits tarot masterpost

#wwdits #wwdits meta #wwdits tarot #guillermo de la cruz

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ethicaltreatmentofcowplants · 7 months

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previously

Earlier Rory had encouraged Amelie to use her VAMPIRIC ALLURE, and is now finding themselves wondering what on earth they've unleashed upon the club.

"Um, kid. A word?"

Something that had never been fully appreciated, especially not by their father, was that when one had a lot of Fury, one also got real good at keeping that same Fury on a tight leash. When they wanted to. She liked to swim in it, sure. To be surrounded and kept afloat by it. But she always kept the shoreline pinned in the map of her mind and likewise knew how to make her way back. Well, mostly. So perhaps that was why that even though they could scent the uptick of pheromones in the air, they had been keeping their snout and their wits free of it. Those regular normies, however...

JOAQUIN: I'm being truly sincere when I say that you are absolutely the prettiest girl I see here tonight. RORY: Didn't I catch you saying that very same thing to some other unfortunate all of five minutes ago? Also not 'girl.' Don't infantilise an actual grown woman, my guy. GHOST LADY: Ooooh, you got him good....

He and Amelie continued to develop a friendly relationship. In that one of them was very much just being friendly, whereas the other appeared to want something more akin to a relationship.

JOAQUIN: Interesting cocktail you have there. AMELIE: Thank you! It's less unseemly than someone else's neck, don't you think? JOAQUIN: Actually, I don't mind if you get a little unseemly... AMELIE: Actually, I prefer the wrist. Is that all right? JOAQUIN: Unconventional but whatever. You're hot, I'll roll with it.

And that was the story of how Joaquin gave his first ever blood donation.

No one seemed all that bothered, except for this one lady. Who always seems to be perpetually bothered anyway (in my saves at least).

LADY: EXCUSE YOU, HOW IMPROPER- LILITH: Ma'am, you came to a night club in Windenberg and you expected propriety? Although I'm not quite sure what you were expecting, considering that outfit. Fly fishing hat, really?

Across the room, Rory observed as Amelie remained the oblivious calm eye in a storm that was entirely of her own making. Really, she had been concerned that the child was manipulating Lou? This kid truly had no ducking clue.

"Uhh, Amelie? Maybe tone it down a little? You've got Lemon McSqueezy over here looking like he'll never smile again a day in his life."

(I still have no idea why 'Lemon McSqueezy' was pouting so much.)

With the VAMPIRIC ALLURE now safely on 'standby' mode (or... however it worked) Rory was free to attend to other matters. They had of course sniffed out Lilith's significantly more pronounced undead presence the moment they entered the club (Amelie as a newfanged vamp was so much easier on her snout) . But they were in neutral territory and so far, the vampire matriarch was behaving... neutrally. Thus Rory figured that they could be cordial. Ish.

RORY: Everyone has an Opinion on it, I'm sure, but you've kept out of Moonwood business and you've never said shit about my pack or how I raise my pups. So likewise I can't give a duck what you do with your...fledgling. But seriously. She thought that a 'honeypot' meant bees... LILITH: [eternally suffering sigh] Tell me about it...

Rory must have caught Lilith in a rare vulnerable mood, with Lilith likewise catching them in an even rarer vulnerable mood, because they had as close to a heart-to-heart as two bad bitches from such opposing occults have likely shared across the ages.

LILITH: Caleb and I never intended for her to be so... isolated. But she's only recently acquired even a small degree of solar resistance and - well, you know how people can be. With us. RORY: Suppose I do at that, yeah. LILITH: Anyway, while I doubt it was your primary purpose in bringing her here, thanks for looking out. RORY: Anytime. [squints] Is this the part where we're supposed to... hug it out or something? Because I'm passing. LILITH: Oh, with that I can concur.

What happened in the Vatore household later that night, I can only imagine. Likely Amelie went to bed wondering if people in nightclubs were normally so friendly and obliging, while Lilith interrupted one of Caleb's many waterworks fests for a Chat.

#my sims #amelie vatore #sims 4 challenge #sims 4 gameplay #sim 4 alphabet #alphabet legacy #sims 4 vampires #sims 4 werewolves #rory oaklow #lilith vatore #joaquin le chien

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ben-the-hyena · 8 months

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Can I ask for pm hcs 🥺🥺🥺

Oh I said a lot before already !^^ what didn't I say hmmm... ah yes ! The Mayor does say they need to be 1000 ghosts for the curse to be broken and set them all free. A curse the Phantom does NOT want lifted and is paranoid about the fact they are 999 already. Which is why in my fanon Phantom Manor is unknown to ghosts from other places, no afterlife bureaucracy, network and legislation like I see all haunted places that welcome ghosts to have (inspired from the fact Little Leota does say you need your death certificate to join the mansion and how the Ghost Host essentially gives a tour promoting if any of us will die soon and want a place to stay). So whenever a wandering ghost in search for a new house to haunt comes across it very intrigued because they never heard of that one before, the Phantom puts on a show of being amicable and welcomes them in for dinner, shows them where they will haunt/sleep, says they will sign papers and he will take their death certificate later, he actually calls in a Reaper, who can kill for good the Undead, and they are summoned and murder the poor ghost who, if they understood what was going on, found themselves trapped in that manor the Phantom is omniscient in and linked to therefore sees everything and controls it. A death-DEATH trap

That's because the lore of PM has Henry Ravenswood becoming rich out of nowhere, which sounds inspired from many southern legends about rich but cruel land owners who made pacts with the Devil to become rich. Which he did, and he signed for his soul. Not to the Devil since there is no Hell or Heaven just an Afterlife, but still to have his soul owned by demons to torture forever. He had always a sort of medium gift he never worked on like Madame Leota but knew about ghosts and could see them from childhood, and knew that they would need an unfinished business or a traumatic experience or a broken heart to intend to. He sure would have one of those, he just wouldn't need to die fully happy or of old age and was careful with it. And he did find one unfinished business : prevent his daughter he has incestuous lust for to marry and stay a virgin for his own virginity fetish. So when he and most of the town died in the Thunder Mesa earthquake (which was scary and traumatic as well) while she was engaged to a 5th suitor, the rage at the idea of someone else touching her while he would be away had him directly become a ghost and he managed to fool and murder her fiancé on her wedding day, and it turned out in a sad turn of fate he had a lot of reality bending powers for a ghost and decided to torment other ghosts, one of them being able to summon and trap spirits thanks to his medium gift he had as a mortal which amplified as a ghost like it did for Leota. He trapped her fiancé Jake in her own pendant without her knowing so she would never guess and look there which also amused him in his own sick sadistic mind, and summoned evil spirits to aid him imprison and trap within the manor the other ghosts made ny the quake, feeling like a God who could now do anything he liked and prevented himself all his life, bow he could be openly evil

But the demons did end up find him. His unfinished business WAS finished from the moment he killed Jake and they sensed it. So they returned to claim him, with a Reaper (essentially grim reapers who serve Death itself and can kill for real those who "escaped" aka ghosts zombies and vampires ; I HC it takes place in the same universe as the Petit Vampire movie ok) to snatch him for good while they would travel (demons, interdimensional lol) to join him in the Other Side to torture him forever. But crafty and realizing now he was in deep shit, he offered a new deal : whenever a new soul would come, he would offer them by summoning a Reaper to send them to torture eternally in his place, he could be a sort of honorary Reaper himself, or a delivery man at least. They accepted, let him rule on his little kingdom for now and fetch them innocent souls who did not deserve it, it would be even more fun and cruel. But still wanting him, they warned him that if the Manor ever welcomes new residents or prisonners who would stay there for good and reached 1000, the deal would be other and they would claim him. Reassured, he accepted...

...realizing only later that him + his dog who returned a well + Mélanie when she would eventually die + the dead citizens of Thunder Mesa + the evil spirits he just called = 999. Oops. And with Jake in her necklace it was even actually 1000 !... but apparently either they didn't detect him because he trapped/hid him good or because the necklace itself is its own dimension or anything or just because he didn't officially take him for prisonner unlike the others- he doesn't know nor wants to, but one thing is sure is he doesn't count ! And while he does rejoice about this, the coming of any newcomer fills him with rage and fear swiftly replaced by pure evil sadism when he calls for the Reaper to double-kill them as he keeps them captive for them. A good, effective deal, to which his prisonners notably Mélanie feel helpless and hopeless about, feeling both awful for the unsuspecting newcomers some beg to stay for breaking the curse one way or another and more realistic ones like Mélanie beg them to run away while they can, and for how it seems they will forever haunted under the Phantom's iron fist

As of 2023, the Hatbox Ghost is the only one to have made it "alive" (heeeem...) back in 1992 when he was still banished from the Mansion and looking for another haunted house after Mélanie managed to help him escape. He never forgot, and this memory haunts him no pun intended he never told anyone not even Emily. His guilt he could not save anyone nor that poor, poor Mélanie he developped a deep friendship for in only 2 days there (the fact she was a heartbroken bride got him, he has a soft spot for brides at this point lol. Also the fact it's her own father wanting to marry her one day DISGUSTS him) and only hopes she is okay and will find a way one day, and the fear he never felt for anyone about the Phantom, never had a ghost scared him so much for how menacing, sociopathic and cold he was, and how close to double death several times... somrtimes where he sees 2 red dots in the dark he grows paler than he is and flashbacks before realizing it is something else and not his eyes, but he hides it and keeps it for himself

If he only knew, meanwhile, how much the fact a ghost DID manage to escape manage to give them hope and form a resistance still going as of 2023

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