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Don’t listen too closely to the silence. It whispers things you don’t want to hear.

Vampire!Megumi x reader (fem body/pronouns)

notes: this installment was proofread by a friend who deserves all my love and i could wax poetic about them all night.... but here’s the first chapter! A true introduction to the world we live in. Also, just because he’s a background character in JJK, just know that Shouta was the dbag that was mean to Junpei lol, no relation to any other character cause I definitely used some names from other shows to name my other minor characters.

Warnings: non-sexual penetration, memories of physical assault, depictions of death/grief, descriptions of arranged marraige/misogyny, mentions of ye olde birth control, religious themes

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Something bright irritates your eyes and a terrible stench greets you as you stir, movements leaden.

"She's awake! Call the priest, quick!"

Your eyes blink open slowly, a fierce ache in your head making them flutter closed almost immediately. Your body feels on fire as you curl in on yourself, feeling much too stiff, brittle like old bones. You've never been in this much pain before, not even when you cut your leg on your father's tools as a child; the fever then almost killed you, according to your mother, but your memories of the time are broken at best. Sleep threatens your mind once more, blackness tinging on the edge of your vision.

"Little one, are you well enough to speak?"

Struggling, you look towards the familiar voice and make a final attempt to remain conscious. You've only met him a few times as he's the only priest for the few villages in this area. He makes time to visit for his duties once a fortnight. Everyone trusts him.

The wariness in his eyes is enough to fill you with unease. This man was present at your birth, and has never given you more than a firm scolding in your life. The grim set of his jaw is unfamiliar, wrong.

"Father?"

Your voice is small, dry and rasping, reminding you of the pain from the night before. Your throat burns, agony exploding across your senses as you wheeze and cough. Your hands immediately raise to cover the wounds on your neck, eyes growing hazy with tears. You can sense the others nearby looking on with curiosity, but too fearful to approach. Their wary stares fill you with panic.

"Dear child," An ounce of care filters into his tone, but it remains unyielding. "You must submit to an examination. You were bitten, do you understand?"

"Yes, Father." Your answer is swift and subdued. It is nothing short of a miracle that this opportunity is being offered. No one would have questioned the choice to dispose of you for the safety of the village.

"Peace be with you." He bows his head. "We will move you to the church. Try to be still and send your prayers to above. We plead for the Lord's mercy today, should we be fortunate to receive it."

Father nods to two young men hovering nearby and they rush forward as if grateful for a task, bundling a sheet over you and carefully raising you between them. Through the gaps of the frayed fabric you catch sight of rising smoke, and realize with growing horror that the awful stench is that of burned bodies.

You close your eyes tight in hopes of erasing the horrifying image, wincing as their uncoordinated movements jostle your wounds, and try to gather your strength for whatever is coming.

The church seems prepared for your arrival, several of the sisters who accompany the Father moving around to prepare a table with an assortment of items.

You try to be mindful as they hover, murmuring prayers, sprinkling waters and oils over you, clutching your fingers over the silver cross they’ve pressed into your hands, but your mind keeps drifting to the horrors of last night. It’s struggling to remember hazy details, but primarily in a daze over the fact that you’re somehow still alive.

It’s a short moment before you realize the sisters have shuffled out, the cross slack in your hands as your eyes refocus to see Father gazing at you, somber. Fear jumps to your throat at the shadow in his eyes, suddenly fearful to speak. Are you condemned?

His eyes avert from yours. "One last thing."

You jump uncomfortably as he steps closer, his fingers closing on the hem of your nightgown.

Realization strikes you in an instant, paralyzing awareness.

"Father, please no," you beg him softly, panic lighting your eyes. "It did not, I swear on my life."

"Little one, I must." There's an air of discomfort surrounding the old priest now. "This is for your sake as well. We must clear your name of any rumor."

"I'm begging you," you whisper. Shame twists your features, hysteria bubbling hot in your chest as the heat of embarrassment is added to the brew of this nightmare.

He pauses, solemnly reading your face. "It was Shouta?"

You nod, tears beginning to streak down your face to be acknowledging it. You wipe them away hastily, too overwhelmed to realize you’ve only wiped the soil of your gown down your cheeks.

"As long as what you say is true, then I will tell no one."

"Do you promise, Father?" You daren't hope. Shouta and you both had known the damage that could be done to your image if your intimacy had gotten out. He'd persuaded you sweetly at first, then persistently. After a time, you'd reluctantly allowed him, in favor of earning his approval instead of his ire. He was to be your husband after all, ‘til death do you part. So you'd been careful, meeting him discreetly and taking the tonics the neighbor’s eldest daughter had gotten for you at the price of teaching her her letters. She wanted to attend school at the capital and now you’re wildly wondering if she’s even alive.

But for all the care you’d taken, you couldn't hide your shame from a priest.

"You're safe with me, child. Vows taken or not, you are sworn to him. You are a good woman, and you will be a good wife for Shouta. He chose well in you, and this will not reflect on that. The Lord knows your heart; it is not my place to cast judgment."

It had been your parents that chose him, but you remain silent. It would not serve you well to be any more honest now. Your father is away now, Shouta at his side, as they apply for a marriage certificate in the capital. Marriage… The man your father chose is a respected one, the village leader's son. You don't know if you will ever feel love for him, but you do know your life will be lived well at his side, lacking for nothing. You would never dishonor your father by rebuking the life he planned out for you.

Discomfort burns in both of your cheeks as the priest proceeds. As much as you know it to be necessary, it leaves a poor taste in your mouth. But if having the backing of the village's respected priest is what you need to return to your quiet life, then you can suffer this. The last thing you need is the hateful and fearful rumors that you might be with child by a monster.

"It is done. You are well, my dear. Let us see to your wounds."

"Thank you, Father." You can't help but slump in relief, weariness setting in now that your safety is assured.

At his call a couple of sisters reenter the room and immediately begin fussing over you. Father bows and makes his exit, and they promptly strip you of your soiled nightgown. You are not sorry to see it go, the stiff fabric bloody and unsalvageable. As they dispose of your clothing in the hearth, you manage to voice some of the things you’ve been wondering about. They answer softly, informing you that it’s almost been two days since your attack. The priest has been monitoring you, afraid to move your body for fear of worsening your condition. It had been his call to leave you untouched, making no attempt to inspect your wound, to allow your wound to clot. The decision had been a risky one, but it had probably saved your life.

There's profound relief on the women's' faces that eases some of the ordeal, and you allow your eyes to fall closed as they brush a warm, wet cloth over your wounds and skin, content to be in someone else's care even if just for the moment. Your body aches after nearly two days of sleeping on the bare ground. You want nothing more than to fall asleep somewhere comfortable after this. You can’t stop thinking about the blanket your mother had received from her relatives last winter. Thick, soft, and made from animal pelts you hadn’t seen before, it’s the softest thing you’ve ever touched. To fall asleep under that now would be bliss.

Thinking of that blanket has your thoughts wandering towards your mother. You wonder briefly if your parents and Shouta will hear of this incident before their return, or if you will have to tell them yourself. You don't look forward to reliving the experience for their sake.

"Come, young miss. We drew an herbal bath out back. It will be cold, but twas the best we could do."

The water is bracing, but you're more than used to it. Whatever herbs they cast into it tingle along your skin pleasantly, relaxing you, and washing the grime from your skin helps you feel more clean. You can only hope it will help wash away the memory of the demon's touch. His hands were almost like fire. You shiver.

One of the sisters notices and tuts. "Oh poor dear, come now. Let's finish up and get you warm and dry. Father has asked us to accompany you to your home for the evening in case you have need of us."

"Thank you," you murmur softly, standing from the water and taking the clothes they offer you. Despite your wish to be alone, you have no doubt you'll be grateful for their presence. It will be much easier to brush off the old creaking of your home on them moving about instead of letting your fearful imagination run wild.

You wrap the worn shawl around your shoulders more tightly as they accompany you towards your home. There are still men about, busy cleaning up the mess of the attack. Some glance at you warily; others nod and continue with their work. It seems news of your examination is traveling slowly, but the overall mood of the men you pass is enough to make you hopeful that all will be well soon. Everyone looks focused on rebuilding your quiet little village.

"Of those attacked, were there any more survivors?" Beyond the loss of the baker's daughter, you know of no one else who had been lost. You're grateful all of your family had been away for the attack.

The women look forlorn as they exchange glances. "Not many, we're afraid. Most had wounds too deep, others were in danger of turning. There are a fair few missing as well. You were very lucky, miss."

The words feel thin. Lucky is not how you would describe nearly dying, held down and helpless at the hands of a monster—but you suppose there are no good words to describe such a thing.

"I apologize for the mess, we were not expecting visitors." The etiquette slips from your lips automatically as you show them inside. Your home is humble, but well built. Your father works a steady trade, and he saw to it that the house is well-maintained.

To distract yourself you help see to their accommodations, pulling out linens for their bedding. You fear if you remain idle…his voice will haunt your thoughts.

You will not suffer needlessly.

You close the closet door more fiercely than you mean to, chills covering you from head to toe.

How dare that monster say something so horrific. How were you meant to not suffer when he drank from your flesh? The pain of that encounter very well may follow you to the afterlife.

You make your way back to the sitting room to find that the women had made themselves busy stirring the hearth. The warmth is most inviting and you will yourself to relax.

"There isn't much here for now, but there is bread in the kitchen and enough to make a light stew. I can make enough for us all."

The appalled expressions on their faces is almost comical.

"Heavens no!"

"We're here to tend you, miss! You've suffered something terrible, you should be resting."

After their sharp demand, they wave you towards a chair near the fire until you sit, straining your ears to hear the hushed voices as they bustle about your kitchen. They seem to still be worrying for your health and the few others who are in recovery. Your fingers brush delicately against the bandage on your throat, wincing at the lingering pain. You're not used to being taken care of in such a manner, not since your mother had taught you to care for the house and how to prepare meals.

She had gone with your father to the capital, ever the dutiful wife. Before she had left, she had told you to enjoy the few weeks of peace before Shouta's return. She seemed to recognize the lack of personal attachment you felt for the union. This small time for yourself has been a gift from her to you.

It's not long before the attendants return, placing a small bowl of stew in your hands. The vegetable broth is soothing, the added warmth in your stomach making your eyes droop as fatigue settles over you. As they help you to your room you're grateful for their assistance, but you find yourself longing to be alone once more. One of them refastens your window, the one you had climbed out of last night when you’d heard someone enter through your front door. Even after they leave the room, you cannot help yourself from tiptoeing over to the sill and making sure the latch is tight.

You would never be able to sleep without checking for yourself.

The morning comes far more quickly than you'd like. You wake feeling unrested, moving slowly. You’re certain there are unsightly circles under your eyes, but when the ladies ask how you're feeling you fix on a smile and tell them you're feeling much better. There wasn’t much sleep to be had when the echoes of groans filled your ears, and every small shift sent your body aching.

Breakfast is not a big affair, just plain porridge before you send them on their way. Despite the fatigue of your body protesting every step of the way, you spend most of the morning tending the house, clearing out dust, washing the linens, and cleaning the floorboards. Afterwards you sit in the sun pouring through the open window as you eat a light lunch, more tired than usual from your affairs. Sweat beads across your brow from the exertion but you wipe it away without complaint, along with your tears.

It feels like you've not stopped crying since you awoke yesterday afternoon. Any time you find yourself with what should be moments of peace, his groans fill your ears, his breath dusts on your neck and you feel the ghost of a body right behind you. Your wrists still ache from his crushing grip and your neck twinges with pain every other moment. Unable to bear the silence, you heave yourself to your feet and march to the front door with purpose in each step.

Even if you're tired and your chores have finished, surely with everything that's happened there's more work to be done. Wrapping a shawl around your shoulders, you push out the door.

The village is bustling with activity as you make your way toward the main street, but everyone is subdued. Grief is all but tangible in the air, eyes downcast and lips set in frowns. Even the children aren't running about, clinging to their mother's skirts or each other's hands.

You make your way into the market and catch the eye of the young nephew to one of the farmers. He's stopping each passerby and offering something from the basket at his side. Curiously you make your way towards him.

He turns to you as you approach. "Do you need any?" He tilts the basket towards you gently, showing you a mound of eggs. "Uncle said with everythin', folks’ chickens probably wouldn't lay, so he sent me out with the extra. You can have some."

"I don't need any, but thank you. I was actually looking to see if anyone needs my help."

"You could always ask the market marm, 'm sure she'd know," the boy says thoughtfully, "But I heard Mama say the weaver was killed, and the husband has his hands full with the kids and the shop. You could check on him." He pulls a cloth from his pocket and carefully places five eggs in it before tying it. "I was gonna go that way later but here, take these with you, 'm sure he'd 'preciate it."

Thanking him, you accept the makeshift package and your feet carry you towards the weaver's shop. You can hear the wail of an infant before you even open the shop door.

Cautiously entering, you peek around to see the weaver's husband bouncing a toddler on his hip, another child tugging on his trousers as he tries to break up what appears to be an argument between his two eldest. The young boys are screaming at each other, faces ruddy and pinched with anger.

"It’s your turn—"

"I did it yesterday—"

"No you didn’t, you rotten little—"

"Boys!"

A small hand curls around two of your fingers, causing you to startle silently. You look down to see a young girl, no older than four, looking up at you tearfully. You recognize the weaver's youngest daughter and click your teeth in sympathy when she reaches for you, a silent but clear request to be picked up, and haul her into your arms. She clings to you, her soft curls brushing your cheek.

"It's okay, little one," you sigh, adjusting her weight and clearing your throat, making an attempt to make your presence known. Raising your voice is no longer a simple feat. "Excuse me—"

The beleaguered father finally notices you, his eyes filled with frustration at his children's behavior. "Toshi, Gin!" he snaps at last, loud and gruff in a manner that makes both boys freeze and hunch their shoulders. "You know better to behave like that in front of customers, apologize to the lady."

Both boys glance at you and duck their heads, muttering apologies that you don't quite hear as the toddler in the man's grasp begins to wail, frightened by his raised voice.

"I'm sorry, miss, but now might not be a good time. If you'd like to come back I'm sure I can help you find—"

"It's okay sir, I actually came by to see if you might need anything?"

Your words are timid, almost coming off as if you're making a request. His blank stare causes your cheeks to heat up, and you stutter, searching for something else to say. "One of the farmers also sent these eggs. They had some to spare."

A little awkwardly, you hold out the makeshift parcel until he readjusts his hold on the tyke in his arms and takes it from you, appearing just as awkward as you feel. After a short moment, he clears his throat.

“Gin, take this and put it up in the kitchen.” He places a palm on the head of the girl still clinging to his clothing. “Hime, go help your brother. Toshi, take the little one and put him down for a nap please.”

The young girl nods silently and takes Gin’s hand as Toshi takes the youngest. They all trudge off, glancing back at you as they go before they disappear around a corner of the shop.

“Here, I’ll take her,” he offers, but the girl clings to you tighter, whimpering into your neck. “Come now, Yachi.”

A look of consternation crosses his features when she doesn’t listen, tucking herself deeper into your neck. You wince as she presses into your bandages, but you’re quick to assure him. “It’s fine sir, I don’t mind holding her.”

He grunts at that, but relents, eyeing you cautiously. “You’re that girl from the other day, aren’t you? The one that—” he glances at Yachi, “—that the priest visited.”

“Yes, he said everything was well.” You duck your head nervously, but he only shrugs, looking off to the side. Apparently he trusts the word of Father as much as you do.

“What’s yer name?”

“Rumi, sir.”

“Hm. And what is it that you said you came for?”

“To see if there’s anything I might be able to help with. I heard in the market that…” You trail off, glancing down at the child in your arms. You’re not sure how much the little one would understand of what transpired during the attack.

Grief glitters in his eyes, and he appears to be struggling to answer you when the eldest comes tramping back into the room. “We finished Pa. Gin and Hime are playin’ in the room with—”

“Toshi, can you take Yachi? I need to speak with the little miss.” There’s a small break in his voice that you think the elder man hides well, but the seriousness on the boy’s face makes you think twice.

The boy might very well be less than half your age, but he appears to carry himself with responsibility. You assume he gained such a trait as the eldest of his siblings.

“Let’s go Yachi,” his voice is much softer when he speaks to her, “Gin’s telling that story you like. I bet he’d start over if ya asked nice.”

Yachi peeks at him, her eyes still wet, but after a short glance at you, she nods and allows him take her from you. He only struggles with her weight for a second before his step bounces in playful exaggeration and her giggles at his antics carry throughout the shop even after they leave the shop floor.

“You have a very lively family. They seem to get along well.” It’s a paltry attempt to fill the silence that stretches between you, but he still gives a nod of thanks at your words.

“They’ll need to, to get through this,” he mutters gruffly, running a hand through black hair flecked with gray. He’s a well built man, who looks like he’s no stranger to the labor trades.

“I’m sure they’ll—”

“I haven’t told them about their Mama,” he interrupts you suddenly, looking you in the eye.

Your shoulders stiffen as you realize what he’s saying.

“They didn’t see it,” he continues, speaking low in case the children might be trying to listen in. You step closer to help him in this, allowing him to speak even more softly. He unravels the bandage you hadn’t noticed on his forearm, showing you the wound that nearly matches your own. “I didn’t see it. The bastard got to me first, but it wanted her. Hit my head, and I was so out of it that I couldn’t… She got them all hidden away in the pantry before runnin’.”

“I’m so sorry.” Horror and nausea swirls in your gut as you picture the scene, the helplessness of it all.

Shame and misery etch themselves to the lines of his face so deeply it was as if they’d always been there. “I found shreds of her clothing in the morning. Covered in blood. I c-couldn’t tell the little ones, I couldn’t. How do you tell a child their Mama was—” he inhales shakily. “I told them she’s helping the priest, but I think Toshi is beginning to realize what really happened. He’s old enough that I can't hide these things from him.”

"He's a strong boy, I can tell," you murmur softly. Your stomach heaves as you realize she met the end that you so narrowly escaped. That it could have been you, naught left but a puddle of blood for a loved one to discover. Swallowing tightly, you try to keep your voice steady and reassuring. "He'll help you take care of the little ones."

“He shouldn’t have to!” the man snaps fiercely, causing you to flinch noticeably, wincing as the sudden movement twinges in your neck. An awkward expression of regret paints his features. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t right of me—”

“No! It’s fine,” you murmur softly. This man has been through enough. Of course he’s on edge. “Just please, um…” You realize you can’t quite recall his name, though you’re certain you’ve heard it around the village before.

He sighs, softening considerably, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes as he makes an effort to pacify himself. “The name’s Shin, Miss Rumi.”

“Shin, sir, please just let me know what I can do to help you. I’ve nothing else to do with my time but sit at home. I’d rather be useful.”

Shin regards you carefully. “I suppose, if you’re offering… the shop.” He glances around wearily, and you belatedly notice there are half-packed crates and parcels everywhere. “I’m packing everything up, but it’s a lot to handle on my own. Toshi wanted to help but I need him with the littles ones.”

“Of course.”

Grateful for something to do you set to work, carefully folding textiles and lining boxes with spools of thread. Shin works beside you, mostly silent save for some sparse instruction when you lose track of where to start next, wrapping a series of tools and devices with purposes that escape you. He’s so delicate with them that you are certain of their importance to the weaver’s craft. There’s so much to be done, you’re not sure that he would ever have managed to do this without assistance. When the light begins fading, only half the shop has been put away.

“Rumi.” Shin glances outside, his eyes shadowed as they fix on you. “You should get on home before it gets any darker.”

Anxiety prickles at your skin at the idea of being out after dark. Alongside the obtrusive fear of what creatures might still reside in the shadows of your little town, you also don’t wish to be caught by rumour, staying overnight with the now unbonded man, so you gather yourself to go. Hastily giving your goodbyes and promises to return, you dash out the shop door and hurry back down the streets toward your home. The shadows of the setting sun seem more imposing tonight, and the streets are already quiet despite the long lingering orange light. It leaves you unnerved, and the tension refuses to sink from your limbs until the front door is securely locked behind you.

The house is too quiet now, and you find yourself wishing for the sisters’ company as you go about what has been your nightly routine since your parents and Shouta left for the capital. You make a sparse dinner for yourself, having neglected to go to the market this morning, clean up, and draw yourself a bath, spending the extra effort to heat the water. While the fire crackles you carefully unwrap the bandage from your neck, unable to look at the bruising of your throat, the redness of your wound. You’re quick to apply the salve the sisters left you, and cover it with a fresh wrap, tears threading your lashline at the persistent pain.

It’s an effort to distract yourself. You know it, as you spend extra time making sure you’re entirely clean, scrubbing as much grime from under your nails as you can until the water grows lukewarm, and eventually cold as you sit, pondering. Shin had kept a careful hold of his grief today, but such a deep emotion can never be completely buried. Your heart aches for the man, despite how little you knew him and his children. You wish there was something you could say that would soothe his heart, if even a little.

You wish your mother were here. She might know what to say to a grieving husband. You have such little experience with such a thing, but your mother knows more of the world than you, has lived much longer. Surely she’s comforted at least one grieving person.

Sighing, you step from the basin, and begin to dry and dress yourself for bed. There’s nothing left to look forward to tonight, no warm wishes for your dreams from your mother, no kiss on the cheek from father��something you’d complained about every day since you became of age, but now you miss both terribly. As you settle in your bed for the night, tucking your covers more tightly around you, you’re grateful for the fatigue that now rests over your body more securely than any blanket. It numbs the ache of your healing wounds and carries you to sleep faster than any fairy.

a/n: next chapter we get to meet one of the support leads, i wonder who it will be? :3

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kashacreates · 2 years

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Chicken Noodle Soup, Pho and Bouillabaisse for the soup asks! :) - @theliteraryluggage

Chicken Noodle Soup: Your favorite hurt/comfort scene

I recently re-read some of the roleplay threads from my friend that passed away. We did a lot of hurt/comfort because we both liked the juxtaposition of big conflict and tender moments.

They are private. Sadly, I can't ask her if I could share them directly. But, we had a long plot line of a vicious and ardent loyalist who was viewed as a deserter (for reasons I've forgotten) and manages to befriend a socially-lacking water monk. She lets him live with her and slowly teaches him how to not be such an asshole. He learns that he actually has feelings and really struggles with his Loyalty to his Empire (that rejects him) and his Loyalty to Her.

It was very slow burn but these two had such great hurt/comfort scenes. She also had the thing where she had the weight of her dead planet on her shoulders and felt like no one actually liked her, so he ended up a rock for her.

Pho: Describe your ideal writing set up

Hopefully when I get my new computer and move my office into my bedroom.

My current laptop is about to die - even as I type this there's little artifacts of corruption on the screen from the CPU going out. This PC gave me a full 4 or so years, so it is about time to switch out anyways. Next check I'm just gonna get a pre-built and do a payment plan since I also do Minecraft and PC gaming.

Moving my office will let me be able to work while people are in the common areas of my trailer. My house is a little cramped and I can't work feeling like someone's over my shoulder.

This has really slowed down my ability to work on Part 3.

Bouillabaisse: Which character was hardest to name?

The Elites, which is why some of them have really awkward names and others have normal names. (I might change HiveMind and NightLightning's names, I actually haven't fully decided).

Argiope's name comes from a type of spider that groups its legs together to form a cross. Originally, her extra limbs were hidden via combining them to look more humanoid. But spidery handwings and eldritch angel fits her sadistic nature a bit better.

Adelie's name is also from a bug, but it was from a late night search deep into google and wikipedia to find one that fit. I wouldn't be surprised if it was another spider or a dragonfly.

Liberation wasn't originally an Elite, it was just a process. But the idea of a specific god whispering into the ears of the servant/livestock added good themes when it came to Torque and others. I don't intend on changing her name at time of writing.

HiveMind and NightLightning will most likely get changes to their names since they feel... quite generic. Both names describe their powers and don't add much thematics-wise. HiveMind is the one that controls the Speakers and takes over their bodies when they become Drones (so an ant, wasp, or bee-like name would fit him). NightLightning rules the inner-orbit of the star, a mind-bogglingly huge centipedal mecha coiled around the planet Light's Landing. He also acts as a home planet defense force on the night-side as the Drones "deactivate" and Speakers become fatigued in the dark. (Photosynthetic vampires) He does this by raining electrically-charged javelins onto the targets.

(The javelin is going to be re-designed, but this is actually one from NightLightning)

As an aside, naming the Vactyr species was difficult. It went through several names before settling on the current one. (Which is just a portmanteau of Vaca (cow) and Satyr). Hirudians were simple (leech), Delphteans also easy (dolphins), and Aylans also easy(moon).

#ask game #thank you

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solarianvoidthearoace · 3 years

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Excerpt#3 of JuPeter Vampire!AU

CN/TW: friendly insults/mocking, discussion of past brawl, misunderstanding of said friendly insults/threats, brief implication of Juno being a trophy wife, friendly challenging

“So you are the lady that occupied the best thief in the entire region for over two months now”, she rested her elbows atop the counter, leaning in to scrutinize Juno. After a while she nodded in apparent approval,

“Alright, come right around Pete, the family’s waiting in the back room.” Straightening back up to her full height, she made her way to said door behind the bar counter. Curious and a bit intimidated, Juno followed by Nureyev’s hand. The back room was surprisingly better lit than the main room of the tavern, a small round table dead center, with three people waiting for them.

“Thief! Long time no see, what brought your mug back in here this time?”, a woman with green hair greeted. It was the fond kind of depreciation that carried in her raspy voice.

“As you can see, I brought lovely company I felt the need to introduce to you. Though I apparently was wrong about all of us being criminal socialites, as he doesn’t recall having heard of the Captain”, Nureyev sat down first, in a room where everyone except for him and Juno seemed to be armed purely by habit. Okay, Juno didn’t know wether Nureyev wasn’t armed, it was a habit he shared, after all, but he at least left his revolver in the mansion.

“Told you not to call me Captain, Pete, I never was your captain and haven’t carried that title in years”, the bar owner sat down next, without leaving a chair empty between her and Nureyev.

“I suppose introductions will be in order then, since Ransom’s companion does not seem to have been told about us beforehand”, the remaining person, a giant of a man, joined them at the table, leaving one chair to the Captain’s left and another one between him and Nureyev.

Juno looked cautiously around the table, his eyes locking on that green-haired woman for a bit, before he took his seat next to Nureyev.

“Doctor, would you kindly join us? I remember you being the one to establish the rule that everyone has to sit if one person sits down first. Wasn’t it about fairness in case a fight breaks loose?”, he waved at the remaining chair.

The doctor scoffed,

“And who’s fault is it we needed that damn rule, eh, Ransom? You’re lucky we work well together and my wife likes you”, she slumped into the seat, crossing her arms.

“So, introductions. I think I should disclose something first”, the Captain smirked a bit,

“I know who you brought along, Pete. One Juno Steel, vampire hunter and detective. I had Jet look into him back when he wasn’t yet agreeing with himself whether to ever leave Hyperion. So, Juno, darling, you seem to be the only one at a disadvantage of knowledge here”, the Captain leaned back.

Nureyev rolled his eyes, sighed and smoothed out his waistcoat before turning to Juno,

“Apparently the honors are mine to introduce what I already told you is this town’s ragtag gangle of criminal legends. This red-haired lady here is Captain Buddy Aurinko”, the Captain’s glare at the title didn’t go unnoticed,

“And next to her is her prickly but highly competent wife, Doctor Vespa Ilkay. And last but not least, Mister Jet Siquliak. As to what our areas of expertise are -“ Juno’s raised hand interrupted him.

“The Captain Aurinko you have been talking about like an old friend for months is Buddy Aurinko? The Buddy Aurinko?! And Vespa Ilkay, as in, the Vespa, infamous assassin and other half of legendary criminal duo Buddy and Vespa. You are on first-name-base with the legendary Vespa and Buddy and you didn’t feel the need to tell me?!” The room fell silent at that.

It was Buddy who spoke first,

“So you have heard of us, darling, that’s good to know.” Juno rubbed at his temple,

“Of course I have heard of you! Sure, I worked as a monster hunter, not exactly a career where pirates and thieves concerned me, but obviously I have heard of you. I mean, who hasn’t? Your desertion from the naval fleet was before I even picked up my first gun but, wow, yea, definitely a criminal legend!”, he turned to Vespa next,

“And you’re basically legendary for revolutionizing field medicine, pretty much every monster hunter in business fell back onto your methods to make it out at one point. And yea, I have heard about some of the kills you managed, holy hell, some of that still sounds impossible to me.” When he finished, Juno noticed the others’ expectant look on him and blinked.

“Ah, so I take it you haven’t heard of Jet, darling”, Buddy took over, leaning onto the table and looking at Juno, who shook his head.

“Jet here used to be someone”, she seemed to be searching for a word,

“Dangerous. There are several novels based around what he was up to in his youth but to us the past is past and all you need to know is that he’s a very capable thief and burglar.”

“So, ageless thief”, Vespa spoke up,

“Why did you bring your lady here? If he’s with you it can’t be that he’s desperate to get a job.” Nureyev grinned at that, a hint of danger in the way he showed his teeth,

“If what my grandfather Peter Nureyev accumulated in wealth can sustain me easily enough, why shouldn’t my lady love profit from that as well?” Juno had to suppress a shudder at how easily Nureyev lied about his true name. Also it didn’t sit right with him that Nureyev put up the facade of a rich kid born into wealth. Juno knew better, after all.

Because the memories he had seen of Nureyev were before he even reached adulthood and therefor probably one and a half decades before he was turned. It hadn’t been pretty, Nureyev had grown up as poor as can be, barely scraping by before being taken in by -

“Juno?”, Nureyev gave him a quizzical look.

“I’m sorry, I got hung up on a thought. What did I miss?”

“Pete just mentioned you would like to get back into shooting”, Buddy gave him yet another scrutinizing look,

“I heard you were brilliant with a revolver and I’m sure we might just be able to get you back on track towards former glory. I would be your training partner, coaching you through getting confident with a gun again.” At that she brushed back her hair, uncovering half her face and the eyepatch that had lain hidden behind the red curls. Juno didn’t miss a beat,

“That’s such a great offer, thank you.” Vespa snorted,

“If you happen to really become half-decent again, we might be able to get you even more of a way to kill time. Getting you out of that ratty old mansion and back out into the world. Might even earn enough to gain independence from that cocky, posh rich kid.” Peter simply rolled his eyes at that, probably used to insults regarding his supposedly inherited wealth in context of his career choice.

Juno on the other hand couldn’t help but growl,

“I’m staying with him because I want to. Because of him, actually. I would probably be three towns over by now if we hadn’t run into each other in this very tavern. Unexpected reunion? Sure. But you can stick what you’re implying there right up your -“, Peter clearing his throat interrupted him.

“Juno, dear, thank you very much for defending both our honor but rest assured, Doctor Ilkay was just bantering”, he gave Vespa a side-eye and his tone changed,

“Probably even trying to look into your intentions with me. A protective sentiment, as unnecessary as it may be.”

“But -!”, this time Vespa’s snort and cackling broke him off before he could get on with it.

“Loosen your tighty whities, Steel. You know why you couldn’t place it if Ransom even mentioned me by the name of Doctor Ilkay? Is because it’s recent”, she shrugged, leaning forward in her chair and onto the table,

“I would’ve to be real stupid to get up in arms against the man who financed me finishing my medical degree. Also from what I heard his grand-daddy Peter Nureyev was from a similar shithole to the one that spat me out, tried changing the system back there, became a folk hero and ended up here, somehow.”

Vespa shook her head, as if trying to make sense of that, before she gave a one-armed shrug and gesture by way of what have you,

“And yea, I called Ransom a cocky arse, because he is, but somehow it’s almost as if he remembers his old man’s roots. Posh rich kid, sure, but somehow with those ideals and morals the old Nureyev had. Not that I ever met the man, though Buddy and I sure are old enough that we should’ve ran into him at least once.” From Juno’s point of view there was a whole lot to unpack in just those last sentences. He felt like he needed to ask Nureyev how the hell that even worked out if Buddy was the one supplying him with literally bottled blood.

But for now, Juno somehow felt really welcome between these people he had only heard of before today. And that reminded him,

“I came to town with my research expert and best friend, Rita -“, Jet cut him off this time.

“Yes, Miss Rita has been introduced to us. We offered her to stay at the rooms in the back of this building, living along with us. Captain Buddy already gave her something to work on which is why she is not with us to greet you.” Surprised as he was, Juno made a noise of acknowledgment.

“Darling, if the Registry does get back to her, you’ll be the next person to know of it. As you might have noticed, word travels fast in small towns and even faster in this one with an established criminal network.” At Buddy’s words, Nureyev smirked and rested his chin on his palm,

“The wondrous ways of the Cerberus Province, isn’t it lovely to be a criminal socialite?” His teeth and his glasses glinted sharply in the light of the room, Vespa snorted, Buddy sighed and Juno felt that maybe this was some sort of family to Nureyev. A family that he had been anxious about for Juno to meet them.

A family, as it turned out, that was all too happy about it’s newest two members. Juno and Buddy made a habit and a statement of meeting twice a week for their firearm training. Rita and Jet became rather inseparable, at least Juno couldn’t remember the last time he had seen one without the other around the Lighthouse. Even Vespa warmed up to the occupational monster hunter, in her rough way of showing it.

“Peter is treating you well, isn’t he, darling?”, Buddy casually started between rounds of shooting. Juno raised a brow, for someone who he had barely met two months ago, she was rather motherly towards him in particular.

“He’s taking good care of me, yea”, Juno couldn’t help his smile if he had wanted to,

“To think he had offered me this life a year ago already, it’s a dizzying thought. But I also think I’m fine with how things went.” Buddy gave him a once-over, looking for something apparently. Whether or not she found it, or even what it was, he couldn’t tell when she spoke again.

“You have made yourself quite the powerful friend, darling. I hope you know as much besides your obvious appreciation for the rest of all that he is”, she leaned back on her stool, relaxing against the table behind her.

“The way I see it, it’s powerful friends. Plural. I never would have thought to even get to meet you and Vespa and now see where I’m standing”, Juno shrugged,

“I’m happy and appreciative to have met all of you. Rita was the only family I have known for so long and now I get to have -”, he had to take a breath, wiping at his eye and resting those fingers against his temple,

“I finally have a family again.” From the warm smile Buddy directed at him, she knew that very sentiment, having carved out her own corner of the world, planted her feet and declared it the Buddy Aurinko Crime Family.

“Ransom should be on his way back by now, what do you say we wrap this up for today?”, she stood, walking past him to the target area of what they had gradually made into a decent shooting range.

“Of course after you hit this”, she held up a playing card for him to see, before taking one of her hairpins and fixing it to the target they had been using. Juno saw her counting the steps on her way back, while he slowed his breath and readied his revolver.

“A two-and-a-half by three-and-a-half inch playing card. To be hit from a 32 feet distance”, she held up the rest of the deck,

“I’m not gonna be picky, darling, I just want you to hit it at all. Afterwards you can go, run off to that dear lover of yours returning home”, if her voice was more teasing than usual, so be it.

“Come on, don’t be shy. Two days ago you managed to hit the target at 25 meters distance dead center. A lady who can celebrate is a lady who can get a shot in on a playing card”, with that Buddy went back to the table, taking her seat. Juno huffed, a snarky reply on the tip of his tongue. It wasn’t as if she had invited him on a drink for that bull’s eye or anything, was it now?

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winifredsandersonsbitch · 4 years

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“My Babysittee’s a Vampire”

Spike x Reader, BTVS

Warnings: cursing, partial nudity, a little pain? but not necessarily violence. Possible spoilers.

Description: The reader volunteers to watch Spike at Giles’s house while the others do some sluthing, but nothing goes as planned. It turns out that vampires are very hard to babysit.

Spike swore that the chip in his head prevented him from hurting anyone, but you weren’t so sure. Giles decided to keep him chained up in the house for observation and that required someone to actually observe him. You volunteered.

You were still the weakest of the Scoobies, unfortunately (except for maybe Anya, but she got points for being an ex-demon). There wasn’t much you could do except get in the way of the monster fighting. But if you could be helpful by staying in and doing some homework, hey. You weren’t going to complain.

“What, Buffy can’t even be bothered to watch me herself, now that I’m all neutered?”

Spike was in a hell of a mood, seemingly forgetting that he had come to you and your friends for sanctuary. It probably didn’t help that Giles and Xander chained him up in the bathtub.

“She’s busy.” You were unsure of whether or not you were trying to comfort him or just get him off your back. “Guess you’re stuck with me.”

“So I’m just supposed to sit here and stare at the bloody wall all night?”

“Mhmm.”

You were up against the opposite wall, trying—and failing—to get through the sociology chapter your professor had assigned that day. Everyone else in the gang seemed to ignore their homework entirely, except maybe Willow, but you needed a good grade. Your future plans extended outside Sunnydale. But that was only half the trick. You also had to convince Buffy to come with you.

Spike lapsed into silence as you took your notes, the concept finally clicking into place in your head after the third time around. You highlighted and underlined, drawing triangles to help you understand the ideas of hierarchy and filling up your margins with little asides that helped you contextualize. You didn’t even wonder if you should be worried about the vampire’s sudden quiet until his voice broke through your focus.

“Read to me.”

You dropped your pen, startled. He was staring at you intently, like how you imagined a lion might study its prey. Like everything else had faded from view and he was trying to decide whether or not to take his chances on the hunt.

“I-It’s just soc-sociology,” you stuttered, holding up the textbook for him to see. “I don’t think you’ll like it.”

“I like people.” Spike bared his teeth in a grin that you guessed was supposed to be charming or encouraging, but toed past the line to frightening. When you hesitated, he sweetened his voice, practically cooing, “Come on. What harm could it do?”

So you did. He never asked you to stop and explain anything or gave any indication that he didn’t understand, but you interjected your own learnings in anyway. You almost forgot that it was him you were talking to. Willow used to really value school, and she was still the smartest person you knew, but witchcraft was taking over her areas of interest and none of the others cared about this kind of stuff unless you were helping them with their own homework. It was nice to have a rapt audience, even if he was literally being held captive.

“Basically, he’s saying that social environment shapes how we act and react to situations. Like in the Stanford Prison Experiment.” Your eyes darted from the text to Spike, waiting for a nod or something, but he looked as much like a statue as ever. “Good people can be made to do bad things because of the pressure they feel, real or imagined, to follow the rules that have been set in their environment.”

You waited for him to tell you that you had been right before and he was bored, but instead he leaned forward and narrowed his eyes. The chains around his midsection clanked against each other and you forced yourself to keep your expression neutral, even though your heart felt like it might beat out of your chest.

“What about bad people?”

Being around Buffy and the others, around so much supernatural for so many years, had made you into a person who could handle most things with a cool head. It was a required skill. You could freak out about the little things—tests, dating, work—though they seemed to matter less now than ever. But you couldn’t let the supernatural world scare you shitless unless you wanted to shut down completely. Your hands trembled where they grasped your book, but you kept your voice even. You forced your eyes upward to meet Spike’s.

“You tell me.”

——

You couldn’t run away from him, even though you were deeply and truly uncomfortable, so you excused yourself and went to the kitchen for a snack. You knew you shouldn’t leave him alone for too long, chip or not, so you sat down at the table and tried to catch your breath. You were counting down from one hundred when he started shouting about blood.

“It’s unfair,” he said when your frame filled the doorway, arms crossed, “that you get your snack and I don’t get mine.”

At this, his eyes raked down your body. You doubted that the gang would mind much if they came back to find him with a broken nose, but you exercised some hard-won self-control and dug your nails into your palms. Spike was smart and if he was working you up, it was probably for a reason. You treaded back to the kitchen and returned with a mug filled with some B negative that Giles had “borrowed” from the hospital’s blood bank.

“This is the last of the human stuff,” you told him with some satisfaction. “Next you’re drinking pig’s blood.”

You held the mug well away from you, willing your eyes to ignore the splatters on the rim from when you had poured it in. Spike cocked his head.

“Are you going to unchain me, or—?”

“I’ll get a straw.”

When you came back, he was slumped against the inside wall of the porcelain tub. You sat on the edge, held the mug up for him, and turned your head away, enough that you couldn’t see him take his first sip but not enough that he would notice. The sound by itself was almost worse.

“It’s cold.”

“I’m not running a hotel. You’re a hostage.”

“I’m a guest seeking asylum.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “Fine.” You couldn’t bicker with him any more. You needed this to be over.

You warmed it in the microwave, swearing the whole time, and brought it back with both hands wrapped around the mug to keep yourself from throwing the blood in Spike’s face. He smiled as if he knew what you were thinking and relaxed against the tub, tilting up only his chin so that you had to sink to your knees against the tile floor to get an angle that would work.

“I could get used to this,” he mused when he had finished. A few droplets splattered on your hands. You tried not to look at them and began soaping up in the sink.

“Don’t.”

“You know, love, Passions is on in twenty, if your watch is correct.”

You unclasped it from your wrist and wiped it off with a damp tissue. “Forget it.”

“I guess we could always read more from the textbook.” You caught his crafty smirk in the mirror. “You seemed to like that well enough.”

You sighed. “Will it get you off my back?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Fine.”

You crossed to the tub and tried to puzzle out how to lift him without breaking anything. Spike’s hands were bound in front of him by a separate set of chains than his body to make it more difficult for him to escape and give him some limited mobility. His back was flush up against the tub wall, pressed to the porcelain in a way that would make it difficult to pull him up from behind. There was a small amount of space in between his legs, as his feet had been spread to either side of the tap.

“Well?”

“Shut up.”

You stepped into the tub gingerly, easing over the high rim to stand in between Spike’s legs in the space provided. It wasn’t much, and you caught the fabric of his jeans under your foot at first, but you adjusted.

Next you placed your arms on either side of his chest right under his arms.

“Lift with me,” you said, and together you managed to get him to sit on the edge of the tub. “Okay, next—”

He straightened out, trying to stand before you were ready for him, overcompensating so he wouldn’t hit the wall nearest to him and then hitting you with the full force of his weight as he toppled forward.

“Fuck, Spike!”

He was so goddamn heavy. His chest pressed against your face, forcing your back to the wall where the tap caught you in the back of the lower thigh and tore the skin. You couldn’t shove him back unless you wanted him to fall out the back of the tub and onto the floor, possibly cracking his skull in the process. It was tempting, but your reputation as a babysitter would be shredded.

“This isn’t exactly comfortable for me either, you know!”

“Ouch. Ouch. Fuck. Okay, I’m going to push you back slowly. Try to keep your balance.”

But when you moved your leg to keep it from being pressed against the spout, you hit the knob for the cold water, which came pouring down over your heads.

Spike cursed so loudly the neighbors could probably hear. “Turn it off!”

“Stand up! I can’t turn it off with you all over me like this!”

He righted himself too quickly and fell backward back into the floor of the tub, sending his legs sprawling out beneath you. Your feet were knocked out from under you and you fell on top of him heavily, bruising your elbow and knocking your chin against his sternum as the water poured on.

“Fuck,” he whispered, unable to do anything else. It took you both a moment to adjust to the pain and you closed your eyes to your own idiocy.

“Did you hit your head?” you asked finally, reaching out a hand to the platinum blond mop that was now plastered against his skull.

“Turn. The bloody. Water. Off.”

“Okay, okay,” you huffed. He groaned as you sat up, spreading your legs to either side of his hips to steady yourself and keep from slipping in the tub that was slowly filling up. “But this was all you. You had to watch Passions.”

“You’re the one,” he grunted, “who volunteered to play babysitter.”

The shower head drenched you as you twisted and leaned back to flick the knob off.

“I’m normally good with kids, so I figured I could handle one whiny brat for a night.”

You were breathing heavily, your body throbbing from all the places you had scraped and bruised in the struggle. Spike didn’t look much better, although you supposed he had his super vampire healing or whatever. You weren’t worried about it. Your clothes, on the other hand...

“Now what?”

Carefully, you stood and stepped out of the tub. You avoided your textbook on the ground as you grabbed a towel from the cabinets underneath the sink and wrapped it around yourself.

“You can’t leave me here.”

There was at least an inch of water kept in the tub by the plugged drain. It would probably serve Spike right to sit there all night. You both knew that the others would find it funny rather than an exercise in abuse of authority.

“Take the chains off,” he said, switching his tone from murderous to honeyed. “I promise I won’t bite.”

“You can’t,” you retorted, before realizing you had proven his point. “I mean, if what you say is true.”

“Do you think I would be here right now if it wasn’t?”

You couldn’t. This was the setup for a disaster. Things like this always happened to you guys.

“Look, I could’ve hurt any of you before you chained me up. I didn’t.”

He did look kind of pitiful, soaking and lying on his back in the bathtub.

“Maybe you were playing the long game. And now you’ve decided it’s not for you.”

Your words made sense, but you were wavering. Maybe you had a death wish. You left the room for a moment and returned with the key.

“Your hands stay locked up.”

“Fine.”

You were all too aware how close to him you were now, to his mouth. You barely breathed when you stepped into his personal bubble and let the chains slide to the floor. His lips twisted as he looked down on you and before you could step back, his face contorted and he stretched his mouth open.

“Ow! Fuck! Bloody hell!” he cried, putting a hand to his head as you fell back onto the floor on your already sore ass, scrambling backward. “It was a joke!”

“Buffy should have staked you,” you spat, but you led him into the living room anyway.

The two of you were still dripping all over the carpet, but you ducked into Giles’s closet after re-hiding the key and brought out two pairs of pajama pants and a t-shirt.

As it was, you had to take the scissors to Spike’s shirt and throw it out. It was impossible to get it off with the chains on, though you gave it a shot anyway and ended up tangling Spike in it. It was kind of gratifyingly funny to see his head tucked in under the fabric as he struggled.

“You bloody witch!”

“Stop squirming!”

The pants were worse. He had to sit down in the armchair as you shimmied his soaked jeans off, leaving him only in boxers.

“Like what you see?”

“Shut up or I’ll leave you like this.”

Getting the pajamas on was even harder. He had to stand up, support himself by leaning his hands on your shoulder, and kind of hop into the legs of it as you held them up. They were big on him, too, but you tied the drawstrings as tightly as you could, which meant having your hands near a very sensitive area for a few seconds. Ultimately, the pants still hung low on his hips, and you wrinkled your nose in frustration. When you pulled back, Spike had his lips puckered, stringently trying to avoid laughter.

“So you’re just going to leave me in damp knickers?”

“We’re all having to make sacrifices today. Turn around.”

You didn’t want to leave him again, not even for a second, afraid of the trouble he’d get up to on his own. You yanked off your own jeans and t-shirt, watching his back in case he disobeyed you, unable to ignore how muscled and lean he was.

Goddamnit, he really could kill you if he had half a mind to. You’d been training ever since you’d found out what Buffy was, but with school and a job, there was only so much you could fit in.

You wavered between turning around to unclasp your bra and staying in place to monitor him, but ultimately you decided it was safer to just hurry up and do it. You weren’t sure how much skin Spike saw when he went ahead and broke the rules, but it was more than you had hoped. You pulled the t-shirt over your head hurriedly, but Giles wasn’t necessarily a very big man, and it was decidedly short on you.

“Spike,” you hissed. “Go watch TV.”

“Well, we’ve probably missed Passions by now. But our romantic evening doesn’t have to be ruined.” His eyebrow quirked suggestively and you balled up your wet jeans, aiming right at his face.

“Go!”

You almost took yourself out on the corner of the coffee table as you pulled on Giles’s only pair of pajama shorts. You had to roll the top down three times for them to sit at your hips without totally falling off. Spike watched you do it. You gritted your teeth and said nothing.

When the others came back, you and Spike were in separate chairs, your hair still drying.

Xander opened his mouth and then closed it, glancing back and forth between the two of you. Giles seemed disturbed, his right eye beginning to spasm as he spotted the piles of clothes on the floor. Willow stifled a laugh, almost choking on it. And Buffy’s fists curled like she was preparing to hit one—or both—of you.

Spike didn’t look away from the TV, although the corner of his mouth twitched. You dug your fingers into the chair’s arm rests.

“I deserve a raise.”

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loveforpreserumsteve · 3 years

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Those Who Fall: "APTF" Story (Modern Domestic Stucky AU)

Forty:

With the valet taking their car, Bucky helped Steve up the steps of the posh hotel. It was always weird seeing the many bodyguards guarding the entrances to the lavish ballroom each year. But Steve understood that when one was a beloved, award winning, Broadway star such as Natalia Romanova, certain measures needed to be taken. Especially with the paparazzi that hung around like vultures just waiting to get a picture of some of the famous guests.

Giving Bucky's hand a squeeze, Steve stuck close to his husband as they approached one of the large, muscular men. Bucky, ever the cool, calm, and confident, he effortlessly approached them and gave the man their names. Since Steve and Bucky had remained close friends with Nattie through the years, their names were always at the top of the list, and thankfully, it didn't take long for the man to find them and allow them entrance.

As a rule, it was never wise to underestimate Natasha. Yet, Steve was still in awe as he took in the spooktacular decorated ballroom. He couldn't help but let out a low whistle under the loud music and say to himself, "Wow."

Bucky started nodding in time with the upbeat pop song and leaned over to question over the music, "YOU WANT SOMETHING TO DRINK?"

Looking over at the bar, Steve debated it for a moment. Usually, he didn't drink when he was this anxious. But he needed something to calm his still flustered nerves, and it seemed like a shame to not celebrate his favorite holiday. So, Steve agreed, "APPLE MARTINI!"

Nodding, Bucky pressed a kiss to Steve's temple before making his way to the other side of the ballroom. Left there by himself, Steve looked around for someone he recognized. Well, someone who he knew personally. More specifically, someone who had been in his life for the past seventeen years.

Which, admittedly, would be easier if it wasn't a Halloween party.

Eyes scanning the elaborate room, Steve was approached by a server dressed as a skimpy vampire holding a tray with red shots in syringes. Steve had to hand it to Natasha to keeping a theme. Smiling, he accepted one of the shots and quickly squirted it down his throat.

Slightly wincing from the way the alcohol hit, Steve thanked the server and watched as he moved onto someone else. Returning his attention to the other party goers, Steve really tried to find his friends. Not caring in that moment which one he found, just hoping that he found them.

"HI!"

Jerking as he did when Sarah and the kids scared him, Steve turned to find a muscular man in a Tinkerbell costume. He had a toothy grin on his face and unabashedly checked Steve out. When he brought his gaze back to Steve's eyes, the man bit back his grin and quirked a brow. Clearly insinuating that since they had a couple's costume, they should...?

"GILMORE HODGE," the man introduced himself over the music, so Steve would be able to hear him.

A bright green, smoking drink came into view and an arm wrapped around his waist. Steve looked over to find Bucky. Only then did Steve take the drink, and was glad when he was rewarded with a sweet kiss. It didn't evade Steve that the kiss was a good way to get the point across to Tinkerbell that Peter Pan was spoken for.

For a moment, Gilmore Hodge looked from Steve to Bucky a couple of times. Steve distracted himself by taking a drink of the apple martini while Bucky pulled him even closer. Eventually -- slower than Steve had wanted -- Gilmore Hodge left.

As Steve took another drink of his alcoholic beverage, Bucky turned him so they were facing each other. When Bucky possessively wrapped his arms around his waist, Steve smirked to himself and took another drink of the green apple cocktail. It wasn't often that Bucky got jealous, but Steve would be lying if he claimed he didn't like the way Bucky held him when he was.

Leaning forward, Bucky's lips brushed Steve's ear as he said, "I FOUND SAM!"

Nodding, Steve grasped Bucky's hand and closely followed the brunet. All the while, sipping on his drink. Which, Steve had to admit, was delicious. Already knowing that he wanted another one.

Reaching one of the tables, Bucky warmly greeted Natasha's bodyguard, Happy, and entered the roped off area with Steve smiling up at the man in his Zootopia, Officer Clawhauser costume. Since they were further away from the speakers, Steve didn't have to yell as he complimented, "A+ this year!"

"Now ya gotta vote for me," Happy joked as he replaced the rope.

Steve crossed his heart and tripped over his feet as he took a seat on the deep velvet purple booth seats beside his husband. Across from them, Sam sat and Steve couldn't help but geek out at his costume. But who wouldn't when Max Goof, the absolute legend from the woefully underrated A Goofy Movie, was sitting across from him with his beloved, expecting Roxanne beside him.

"Who picked the costumes?" Steve eagerly asked.

Sam's wife, Monica, pointed at Sam while she rubbed her pregnant belly and clarified, "He keeps trying to get Len to watch it, but you know how toddlers are."

"Yeah, you might want to wait a couple years before he can appreciate the true brilliance of the film," Bucky advised.

Before Steve could ask how Monica was doing, a zombie waitress walked up to them with a tray of odd looking shots. The more Steve looked at them, the more they looked like they had pieces of brains floating in them. But when in Rome...

Taking the shot, Steve was about to drink it but Sam and Bucky took one each, so Steve waited. As Monica lifted her glass of ginger ale, the four of them toasted for a good night. Although the texture of the shot was gross, the flavor was rather tasty.

"Brains," the zombie waitress exaggerated, turning and leaving their area.

Steve couldn't help but smile. Especially when the host herself slinked over to them in Jessica Rabbit's signature red sequined gown. And, of course, why wouldn't Natasha be dressed as the impressive, sensual cartoon?

"Didn't you get the memo?" Bucky teased, "This is a costume party!"

Playfully, Nat narrowed her eyes and flipped him off in her purple evening gloves that went just above her elbow. As she sat down on the seat beside Steve, she gave his thigh a comforting squeeze.

Then, because it was Nat, she pinched at Steve's green tights and complimented, "Look at you, Mr. Pan. Trying to steal the spotlight?"

"From the one and only Natalia Romanova?" Steve smirked, using her stage name, and took another drink, "Not possible."

"Oh, please," Natasha teased bumping her shoulder against his, "You're a stunner, Stevie, and it's about fucking time you faced it."

"Damn right!" Bucky loudly agreed, wrapping his arm around his husband's shoulders and giving his cheek a loud, wet kiss.

And for the first time since he found Brock sitting in that office, Steve felt like he could relax. So, he finished his drink and cozied up to Bucky while a round of eyeball shaped Jell-O shots were served by a gorgeous Medusa Drag Queen. Just like before, Steve, Bucky, and Sam gladly took one. Only this time, Nat was there to join in and even took an extra one in Monica's honor.

#a place to fall #jump then fall #those who fall #bonus #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #marvel #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #modern au #domestic life #fluff #smut #otp

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 3 years

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Eve’s Coven

Here are the vampires I mentioned earlier, along with updated bios for some old ones. A lot of stuff is WIP so keep that in mind:

Allen Lecarde: A drifter vampire and hopeless romantic, he fell in love with Rika Amano and turned her without her consent, ruining their blossoming relationship. Miserable and remorseful, he wandered about the city until Eve’s coven took him in. His power is WIP.

Amon: The oldest and most powerful vampire and the leader of the coven. Eve calls him a close personal friend, and he has been alive for thousands of years. Unbeknownst to all, he is also the father of Nadia, Dracula’s adopted daughter. He is an extremely powerful wizard and has the incredible power to negate natural laws, cancelling out things such as gravity or momentum or density... or increasing/kickstarting them if he sees fit.

Bartholemew Comstock: A pilgrim from the 17th century, he wandered off from his colony and nearly died in the wilderness, finding salvation in Eve, who claimed to be an angel… she just left out the “fallen” part. Miserable upon learning he was a vampire and deeming himself an affront to God, he went into hiding for years,eventually coming to believe that there was little meaning to his actions if he was damned to Hell. He begin to strike down and feed off those he viewed as sinners, all the while bemoaning his miserable lot in life and fearing retribution from God.

Beatrix Cullen: A black widow type serial killer who loves to carve up her victims with a chainsaw. She is an incredibly skilled seamstress, and utilizes this in conjunction with her power, which allows her to give life to the lifeless, essentially allowing her to create golems without use of spells or scrolls. She has a very special project lined up utilizing her seven favorite husbands, but she’s looking for just the right head...

Cyrus Lovelace: A former slave owner, Confederacy member, and all-around unpleasant person who captured slaves and auctioned them off to vampires as cattle. He was the one who purchased Dahlia from her parents for her infractions and had rather untoward plans for her before Dracula broke up his operation. He has the power to hypnotize people with his voice.

Dallas Ryder: A white cowboy from the late 1800s, he was hunted relentlessly for the crime of loving a black man. He dedicated much of his time to roaming the South and slaughtering any Klansmen he found without mercy. He was eventually captured and nearly lynched, but he was rescued by Amon. He has the power to control the trajectory of any projectiles he releases as long as they remain within his eyesight, be it bullets from his gun or a paper airplane. The efficiency of the projectiles is also increased.

Dee Comporre, Giorgio Nero, & Mr. Viticcio: Three members of Cosa Nostra who once worked to enforce the will of an extremely powerful criminal in the 1920s. Giorgio is their leader, and has the power of magnetism, capable of feats similar to Magneto from X-Men; Dee is incredibly violent, paits her face up like a skull, and has the ability to secrete corrosive acid; Mr. Viticcio wears a coat, hat, sunglasses, and has a heavily bandaged face, and has the ability to stretch his limbs out like rubber. It is unknown if their names are real or aliases.

Elizabeth Bathory: The Blood Countess herself. After evading death in the 1600s thanks to Eve, she became a loyal follower of the demon, and was recruited into the Order of the 1800s. Dracula and Rasputin managed to defeat her and supposedly kill her, but Bathory is notoriously hard to slay. True to her infamous reputation, she tends to “Feed” by bathing in the blood of her victims.

Elvis Chavez: A big fan of Elvis growing up in the 60s and 70s, Elvis wished to someday be like the impersonators he saw at his father’s bar. He got his wish in the 80s when he went to Vegas, but was often ridiculed by his peers for portraying the chunkier Elvis of his later life due to his weight. He became a vampire mostly out of spite for those people, hoping to outlive the even as he indulged in gluttonous behavior. He is absolutely unashamed of his gut and kept his chubbiness even after he was turned. Power is WIP.

Flanagan & Tantomile: A pair of psychic vampire twins.

Jack Fairchild: Jack the Ripper himself. He has the power to travel through shadows. He is the most hated and feared member of the coven, and he has committed nearly every atrocity you can imagine, gleefully. He views himself as above laws and morality. He was once a student of Dracula, and the lover of Rose Milliner, but was swayed to join Eve and slaughter his peers at Dracula’s school. After Rose rejected him, he went on to become the cannibalistic, immoral spree killer he is known as today.

Kane Dødsstreik: A Nordic warlord. He has a quiet intensity and is in general given a fair amount of respect. He stands at 6′5″ tall. He has the power to use his voice as a weapon (a la Black Bolt); he tends to speak softly and infrequently, though this is less because of his power - which he has complete control over - and more because he finds most of his fellow coven mates unworthy of his words.

Kristoph Hollenfeuer: A former Nazi who commanded a secret paranormal investigation branch known as Enigma. He has the power to generate tracking bombs from his hands.

Michelle Kitt: Once a notorious cat burglar in the 50s alongside her husband, she would steal from the rich and give to the less fortunate (though she would still keep some for herself). After eventually settling down, enemies she’d made broke into her home, killed her husband and daughter, and left her face cut up and scarred heavily, as well as costing her an eye. She has the ability to ignore the rules of sacred hospitality, allowing her to enter buildings uninvited at the cost of her pronounced combat skills being weakened, as well as the power to move silently.

Mickey Harrelson: A former hitman and one of the new Order. His power is WIP.

Nestor Sokolov: A lost cosmonaut, whose supposed death was covered up by the Soviet Union after he burned on reentry. While he did suffer severe burns, he managed to survive, and was saved from death by Amon. He often still wears a modified space suit to hide his face. He has the power to phase through solid objects.

Pierre Labeau: A man hailing from Louisiana, he was born with a disfigured nose that made his upper class mother feel ashamed. She locked him in the attic, his only friends and interests being the various spiders therein; eventually, his mother even cut his nose off, something he would return to her in kind before killing her. He began to kill people like her, snobbish upper class twits, cutting off their noses and slitting their throats. He learned of the phrase “cut off her nose to spite her face” and decided to dub himself Spider Face after the mondegreen one could discern from the phrase. He was eventually caught in the act and driven into the bayou where he supposedly died, though Amon in truth allowed him to join Eve’s coven. His love of arachnids caused him to gain their powers, making him much like Spider-Man, as well as giving him incredibly virulent venom. While he certainly isn’t totally wicked, he also revels in being something of an area boogeyman and proudly proclaims himself a villain any chance he gets.

Piper Sanchez – One of the new Order. Formerly a young, mute homeless man. Loves rock music and has a guitar. Has the power to control and empower rats, which he can do with his music.

Rhapsody Von Braun: Hailing from the early 60s, Rhapsody was an artist who had her career derailed by workplace sexism, which led to a car accident that permanently damaged her leg and led to her becoming a drug addict. She spends a lot of her time sleeping, and walks with a cane even as a vampire. She’s rather sweet and pleasant, though she is a bit scatterbrained. Her power is to make drawings she draws come to life.

Ryo Amano: The elder son of the Amano family and a criminal mastermind, for years he served alongside Jemima Mathers, regulating crime in the city and ensuring his work would go unhindered. However, his cruel past caught up to him: when it was revealed he had his sister violently beaten and kicked out of the family, and that he had driven his own mother to suicide by making her blame herself for her daughter’s disappearance, he had to go into hiding. Eve soon discovered him, and his lineage was revealed to him - his father was Amadeus Zephyri, which made him a dhampyr. Granted vampirism, he soon found himself in possession of a powerful new skill. Where his father could stop time, he could essentially utilize a localized acceleration of time, causing negative effects to rapidly occur, such as allowing a decrepit pillar to crumble or to cause a knife wound to fester and kill the victim immediately.

Sawney Bean: The infamous Scottish cannibal of legend, transformed into a vampire by Eve as he was about to die in his sealed-in cavern alongside the remains of his family. He eventually decided to give in to the ultimate vampire taboo and consume another vampire; finding he liked the taste, he continued to eat other vampires who crossed him, eventually twisting and transforming into a terrifying monster with metal teeth and claws that stood well over seven feet tall. He rarely ventures out from his hideaway unless called by his masters.

Walter Sherman: A good, kindhearted man who ever since the 1910s always looked to the future and was excited for progress. After his wife and two children died in a freak accident, he attempted suicide, but was turned into a vampire instead. Power Is WIP.

Wayne Nicol: A former circus clown. He has the ability to enter people’s minds and utilize their most powerful fears against them.

#The vampirino story

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lunawings · 5 years

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Island Fiesta Event Report 9/7/2019

So I finally got to go to an Island Fiesta! The series I went for was King of Prism.

This post is going to be long (and includes a lot of sea animals) because I want to talk about the event experience in general for people who may be thinking of going in the future. If you just want to read about the dolphin show with Junta Terashima and Taku Yashiro skip to the end.

So Attraction Fiesta, or Island Fiesta depending on where it takes place (https://atfes.com/), is a new sort of event that popped up a few years ago. Basically they will sell anime merch at some tourist attraction, causing a bunch of fans to buy tickets and hang out at said attraction/area and spend money for that day. They call it Island Fiesta when it takes place on Hakke Island in Yokohama. Or at least that’s the gist of what I have gathered?? Back when they first started doing it, I think it was only just merch? I usually try and talk myself out of going long distance to events just to buy things. But they have been adding more features, like collab food and riddle solving games. And then they started doing actual events with voice actors, including a dolphin prism show.

DOLPHIN

PRISM

SHOW

So that was basically that. I decided I NEEDED to make it out to one of these at some point. I’d been waiting a year or so for one of them to fall on a good weekend and one finally did. So off I went.

I wasn’t sure how early I needed to get there in the morning for the merch line. At first I thought it may not be so bad, but then I realized.... King of Prism wasn’t the only thing that was gonna be featured. There were eleven other series to buy merch from that day... and we’d likely all be in the same line...................

I ended up getting there at 8:45 (it opened at 9:30), and got a ticket for merch that said 11:10.

I thought this wasn’t so bad for coming “late”.

But I also mistakenly thought they would be letting small waves of people in every 10 or 20 minutes like other events I had been to. But no, they actually let in big groups of like 100 people an hour (the 11:10 block had numbers 1 to 100 or so and we were supposed to line up roughly in that order), so after lining up at 11:10 I did not get out until like.... 1:45-2ish.......... and most of that was standing outside in summer because September is still summer in Japan. (At least we were in the shade though.)

The event had a loose Halloween theme and the Kinpri boys were vampires. I only got one Shin, but it was the acrylic strap which was really good. TBH though I was actually a bit more excited about the Ace stuff I got. Because I’m not that big of a fan of the artwork they did for Shin this time, and this is my first Ace merch EVER.

They actually had a trading area for merch, which is kinda rare. It’s much more common for events to forbid trading altogether. ( So usually we just have to make… sHaDy dEAliNgs… Which has never made sense to me. I’ll buy MORE if I think maybe I can trade it with people…)

But when I went over to the officially sanctioned trading area it was kinda small and looked like the same people had been camping out there all day probably. Plus nobody had signs for what they wanted out and I am pretty self conscious about initiating trades out of the blue. I checked Twitter just in case but found only people who were looking FOR Shin (pulls collar) instead of wanting to spare him and quickly gave up.

(I th.. I think there may have been a shift in popularity since SSS but maybe I’ll discuss that later…)

So the atmosphere of this event was rather strange.

The merch line/trading area was as crowded and hectic from very early morning onward as any big time anime event I have been to.

But the rest of the park....

Was pretty empty.

Well, okay, it got more full as the day went on. I took these photos around 9:30 - 10:30 am. (I happen to find empty amusement park photos more interesting than lively ones.) But still.

There was an interesting divide in the park patrons. On the one hand you had all the fangirls (+about 4 or 5 fanboys yes there were that few) wandering around with itabags, and then the regular families just enjoying an amusement park haha. Of the fangirls, there was also a divide between King of Prism and.... non. Because it was easily like 70% King of Prism. But I suppose a.) I notice Kinpri fans a lot easier (sometimes I’m not sure what someone is here for. then I notice a tacky flamingo on their bag and it’s like I GOT YOU) and b.) This day was the dolphin prism show so there was probably a significantly higher concentration of Kinpri fans this day than other days. But still. I’m not used to King of Prism being one of the big dogs.

So, I couldn’t tell you what the second most popular series was since I didn’t really recognize any of the others. Although what I can tell you is that for whatever reason the Yumeiro Cast merch actually started selling out first. (The King of Prism stuff followed after.)

They had some food collabs, but the Kinpri vampire pizza was already sold out by the time I got out of the merch line. (So I just got non-Kinpri pizza and thought about King of Prism while I ate it. My stomach didn’t know the difference.) None of the other collab food sold out I think.

Now, about the attraction itself.

The proper name for this place is Yokohama Hakkejima Sea Paradise. It’s a pretty interesting and quirky aquarium/theme park.

Coming up to this event I was a bit worried I’d have nothing to do all day since I was getting in early for merch but the dolphin show wasn’t until evening. I wasn’t planning on merch taking over two hours though, so I actually only barely had time to see most of the attractions and just breezed through the main aquarium. Still, it doesn’t take much time for me to look at a fish anyhow. (I just may have kinda wasted my all-access day pass is all.)

You can get up really close to dolphins and penguins and all sorts of animals and pet them because.... sure??

They also really like animals in tubes. Or you going through tubes to look at animals.

seal tube

(seal tube from above)

penguin tube (walk through a tube while penguins are over you)

penguin tube from above

dolphin tube (walk through a tube while dolphins swim over you)

view from manta ray escalator (you take an escalator while manta rays swim over you)

otter tube (the otters were able to cross over into the river exhibition next to them)

they didn’t really feel like ottering at the time though

It’s not a Japanese aquarium without capybaras.

(If you’ve ever been to a Japanese aquarium you’ll know that’s serious.)

They also had this section where you could like... catch fish or shellfish and then eat it right there??? Because.... Japan.

I didn’t do that part.

But anyway.

flamingos

and another fish tube

So this was a pretty neat attraction with or without the King of Prism stuff. I kind of like it when my anime drags me to do neat things I would not have done otherwise.

So after looking at fish and things, lining up for two hours for merch, and looking at fish and things some more, it was finally time for the

dOlPHin priSM SHow

Much like for merch we lined up in accordance with the numbers on our tickets. There were no assigned seats but we all had to file into the stadium roughly in order.

My number was just about in the middle, meaning all of the good center seats were taken when I got in. So I decided to opt to sit a little off to the side in order to be closer. This was a good decision because I happened to choose the side they came out (and left from) which got a good scream out of me when I realized.

Unfortunately I didn’t think to bring penlights. I didn’t see the Tweet saying they were allowed until I was already on the train the day before. But realizing I’d only need red and orange anyway, at least I was able to hit up the 100 yen store for some glowsticks.

(It just didn’t occur to me that outdoor + daytime = penlights even though King of Prism. Being daylight it was hard to tell the difference between red and orange haha but oh well. It’s true doesn’t feel like a King of Prism event without them.)

Before the show began we were all given an introduction about manners for the show voiced by Kakeru and Shin, to which we all responded eagerly out loud as King of Prism fans always do. (Kakeru: Rule number one! Audience: ONE!!!!!!, Kakeru (something like): Don’t throw penlights, etc. Audience: OKAY!!!!!!!!! etc. I love this fandom.)

So this whole dolphin prism show thing started a year ago maybe? This is the third or fourth time they have done it. It’s always Junta Terashima and *insert other SePTENTRION member(s)*

So this time it was him and Taku Yashiro, and it was Taku’s first time doing it. (So basically Vi Va Vacance! But the song they ended up playing for the dolphin show was Brilliant Oath. But they gotta promote the newest CD and all that.)

You could tell Junta and Taku only rehearsed this like right before, if.... at all....? (Probably not at all.) And there were a lot of parts nobody quite thought through. Haha it was so candid. But that’s how I like to see them.

They started off the event by doing a King of Prism quiz. The audience could help out but it was mostly the two of them answering the questions A or B.

One of the questions was if the number of likes on the mock social media merch below referred to Edel Rose’s debut or the number of “King of Prism elite”.

Realizing the number was greater than the population of the world, they guessed correctly that it was Edel Rose’s debt.

At one point they each had to fill in the line for the other’s character of what their proposal was in SSS episode 12. And then they each read their’s in character.

Taku couldn’t read one of the kanji characters in Kakeru’s ahahahh..... (neither could I). He also almost misspelled “showtime” when signing an autograph.

Speaking of which, after the quiz they both autographed the big uchiwa fans with A and B written on them that they had used to answer. But clearly nobody had though this through either, because the floor was wet so they couldn’t put anything down. So they had to like awkwardly put their scripts between their legs and fumble with their microphones while they tried to sign them. Junta kept apologizing about their awkward fumbling AS IF it was even possible for them to be wasting our time. They probably gave us like an extra 3 minutes with them so I thought it was beautiful hahaha.....

(Photo from Junta Terashima’s official Twitter.)

Junta “won” the quiz, and his prize was two dolphins.

“Oh a pink one!!” (said kind of excitedly) “And a… normal one…” (said with the tone of “it’s what I… always wanted??”)

I guess he unloaded the “normal one” on Taku after the show.

(And then they kissed.)

Then after the quiz the actual dolphin show started. But this was also something nobody thought through. (I think they were at the back stage for previous events, but this time they were at the front?) Because both of them had to RUN when they realized they were about to get completely soaked with the first big dolphin jump. (They were both kinda like OH SHII-- and barely got out of the way in time.)

The dolphin show was set to Brilliant Oath like I mentioned before. It wasn’t really all that choreographed to match the music, but I imagine with dolphins that couldn’t be an easy thing to do anyhow. There were two moments that definitely seemed like they were probably intentional though: The big jump at the end, and when one dolphin brought a hula hoop ring to the stage right at “suki da yoooooo”. The rest of the show was probably no different than their usual dolphin show. But let me tell you, they sure did a whole lot of crazy flips and jumps. The combination of prism show x dolphins all of a sudden made a lot of sense.

After the show Junta and Taku went to the back stage where the trainers were (”THE DOLPHINS ARE SO CLOSE” - Junta) and were given the opportunity to give them a hand signal to jump.

They discussed what to say while giving the hand signal, and Taku jokingly suggested “We found natural gas!”

In the end of course it was “Ready sparking!” and the audience participated as well.

After the dolphins and trainers left, Junta and Taku came to the front again to wrap up the show. Junta let us know it was almost over, to which the audience of course let out a “whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat” and he was like “I love hearing that thank you.”

He also joked that the show we saw was so good we may have released the seal on Shine. AND then when they were laughing about together he voiced Shin being like “No! Stop!” or something like that. It was so random and came so quickly from nowhere I couldn’t help but laugh. This may sound out of character for me, but when Junta Terashima is voicing Shin in pain but he has this huge smile on his face it just cracks me up. If you don’t understand, maybe you haven’t seen his smile. It’s amazing.

I also had no idea it was cool for him to just mention Shine like that. But then again, if they have Shine curry at AmoCafe then I guess it’s not officially classified as a a spoiler anymore.

The show ended up being about an hour. Which was way longer than I thought it would be and incredibly worth the trip.

I might have briefly caught Junta Terashima’s eye when they were leaving and/or entering the stadium. It’s fairly reasonable to think that I may have since they were right in front of me and a.) I’m a white girl in a sea of Japanese people and b.) I had a Shin doll in my boobs. (Okay tucked in my sweatshirt, not that risque, but still.)

I know the chances of him both seeing me AND remembering me are pretty slim, but I really hope he did. Because the last time I saw him in person was at one of the greeting shows for SSS Part 1. Between then and now, a lot has happened. Part 4 came out, and I read an interview where he said he felt bad for Shin fans multiple times over what happened.

I just want him to know that I’m still here and I’m still supporting Shin.

What a day.

PS. do seals always swim upside down or is this one just bored

#king of prism #kinpri #attraction fiesta #attraction festa #king of prism sss #king of prism shiny seven stars #junta terashima #taku yashiro #yashiro taku #terashima junta

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saxonspud · 5 years

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Bloody Outlaws - Part 4

I now have 100 followers, so have another chapter 😂

[Dutch’s P.O.V.]

I sigh, and shake my head. I look across at Hosea.

“He set a trap for me, he drained her almost dry, then offered her to me, suggested I taste her before I decided.”

Hosea rolled his eyes, “I guess by the look of her, you guessed what he was doing.”

I nodded, “We have to put an end to him, Hosea. One way or another!”

Hosea nodded. “Normally I don't condone vengeance or revenge, but for Colm O’Driscoll, I can make an exception.”

Arthur rolled his eyes, “you would put an end to him, just because of how he’s treated his pet!”

I shook my head, “Son, you still have so much to learn, especially about the relationship between a vampire and their pet!”

Arthur sighed, “this isn’t about Colm is it? It’s still about Annabelle. You get too attached to your pets, Dutch.”

My fangs extended, and I hissed at Arthur.

“You better go, Arthur,” Hosea warned him.

Hosea turned to look at me, as he followed Arthur out the door.

“And you better calm down, you’re frightening your little one!”

I look at the bed, and she is curled up in a ball.

This hadn’t been my intention, but Arthur had annoyed me. How dare he mention my beloved Annabelle in the same breath as Colm O’Driscoll. Maybe when Arthur had a pet, he would understand.

I gently touch her back, with my hand.

“Hush little one, its ok.” I whisper.

I watch as she slowly uncurls her body, and kneels in front of me.

“Sorry Master, I was frightened.” she whimpers.

I made sure my fangs were retracted, and smile at her as I stroke her cheek.

“No need to be frightened, little one, its time for your reward.”

She stares at me, a surprised look on her face, “do I deserve one, Master?”

I smile again, my little pet seems to brighten even the dullest of days.

“You now have permission to leave the bed,” I say as I extend my hand.

She takes it, which pleases me. Her hand is so tiny, in comparison to mine. She is small for a human, I wonder how old she is. I will find out soon.

As her feet touch the floor, she stumbles slightly. I have to remember she is still quite weak. She must have more food.

I lead her over to the dresser, where I let go of her hand. She holds onto mine for a second, before she lets go. Her trust is growing. I need her to trust me fully before I feed from her.

I open the drawer and pull out a shirt, it is one of mine. I want her to smell my scent even when I am not around.

“Lift up your arms, little one,” I ask, yet she knows it is a command, there is no hesitation.

I slip the shirt over her head and arms. It drowns her, the bottom falling below her knees. I roll up the sleeves, until I see her hands. I gently lower her hands to her sides, and take a step back. The oversized shirt makes her look even smaller, even more fragile.

“There,” I say. I smile. She doesn't smile back, but looks down at herself.

“Thank you, Master.”

I wonder what she looks like when she smiles. I hope she smiles soon.

[Katie’s P.O.V.]

I hadn’t seen his fangs fully extended before, and the noise he made at the other vampire. It terrified me. I just curled up in a ball. Even when I was in the dungeon, I never saw Colm’s fangs. It was usually dark, or I closed my eyes. I felt them though, maybe that's why I was so frightened. I know he will feed on me soon. I dread it.

I think he doesn't mean to frighten me, he seemed sorry. It’s strange when he touches me. His hands are cold, but it makes my body heat up. I scold myself, because I shouldn't like it, but I do. It feels good. He’s always gentle. Well so far he has been. If I make him angry then it will probably feel different. Maybe I should do that, it might stop me from liking it so much.

When he held out his hand, and gave me permission to leave the bed, I think I was a little too keen. It seemed to make him happy though. If making him happy, stops him from punishing me, then I should continue. But I don't want to make him happy, I want to leave this place. Be a normal human being. Go back to my parents, complain about the chores they give me. Not be a vampires next meal, a slave. Call it what you will, slave, pet. It’s all the same, I have no free will, which isn’t fair.

He puts a shirt on me, its one of his. Its so big, and it smells of him. Its not an unpleasant smell, but I feel even more like I belong to him, when I can smell him all the time.

“Thank you, Master”

He looks at me, I see the vaguest expression of disappointment. I wonder what he expects. I’m thankful I’m no longer naked. I’m thankful that I’m no longer chained up in a dungeon, being whipped everyday. I’m still scared though. Every waking second, I’m scared for what might happen next, and that I have no control over it.

His hand presses into the small of my back.

“Come little one, this way,” he directs.

I can’t help but lean into his hand. I really need to get a grip on myself.

He guides me to a set of double doors. The same ones that came crashing open, when I heard the monster scream. They lead into a sitting room. Its quite fancy, with an ornate desk, and a sofa.

Doors lead out onto a balcony.

“Sit down, little one,” he gestures to the sofa. I, of course comply. If I say no, it breaks one of his rules. My last punishment was more painful than any of Colm's beatings. The only advantage I have now, is that I know what the rules are, so I can try and avoid the punishment.

As I sit, another door opens, and Miss Grimshaw comes in with a bowl of food.

“I brought you some food,” she smiles. She goes to hand me the bowl. She always seems to be smiling. I’m a little suspicious.

“Thank you,” I respond, “but I’m not hungry.”

I know why they are feeding me so well, its so I get strong. Then he will feed from me. I would prefer to starve, than let that happen.

He walks over to me, “You will eat,” he states. Its not on offer, its a command.

I look at him, “I’m...” I hesitate, if I tell him I’m not hungry, I’ll be breaking two rules, lying to him, and not obeying him. I sigh, and take the bowl from Miss Grimshaw.

“Thank you,” I say.

She smiles at me, I wish she wouldn't bother, its so fake.

I look at the food, and a wave of sickness passes over me. Not from the smell of the food, but from what will happen once I regain my strength.

I put a spoonful in my mouth, and chew. It tastes no better than sawdust to me right now. Maybe my expressions show that. No sooner have I forced one mouthful down, I feel a hand on the bowl.

I look up, and see my master, a concerned look on his face. He’s probably worried I’ll throw up all over his lovely furniture.

I let him take the bowl, and he puts it on a small coffee table. I hadn't noticed it before, its just as ornate as the sofa.

He holds out his hand, which I take again. The vaguest hint of a smile crosses his lips.

“Come little one, lets get some fresh air.” he suggests.

He leads me onto the balcony. I gasp at the view, but not only that. The number of people milling around below. Busying themselves with chores. Laughing. They all seem happy.

I grip the Balustrade, and peer over the balcony.

I wonder if they are all vampires, or if some of them are like Miss Grimshaw, or if any are like me.

The people aren’t the only thing I’m slightly awestruck over. I have no idea where I am. But the property is huge, it sits on the edge of a river, also surrounded by trees, then a swamp to the other side. There's a big fountain in the front, and ornate concrete gate posts.

My heart drops slightly, when I see a guard on the gate. Even if I was left alone for a few minutes, which somehow seems unlikely, my chance of escape is remote. Even if I made it past the guard, I have no idea where I am.

[Dutch’s P.O.V.]

Her mind is still screaming at me like an open book. Even more so now, since I marked her. Maybe it was too soon, but I didn't want anyone else claiming her.

I don't even have to probe it anymore, to know what's she’s thinking. Its there, all the time. Her fear. Fear of being fed from. Fear of the pain that is to come. If only she knew. If only Colm hadn’t taken pleasure from seeing her suffer.

Then there are her other thoughts. Running. Escaping. The only good thing, is that she’s too frightened of the punishment to try. The first thing she did, when she looked out over the balcony, was to scope the area, for any means of escape.

She saw Javier, on guard duty, by the gate. Any ideas of running were immediately quashed. I’m glad. I don't want to have to punish her. If she tries to run, though, I won’t have any choice. Arthur, is already starting to doubt me, doubt my strength. He’s still so young, compared to myself and Hosea.

There is only one thing I can do. I have to feed from her. Show her it isn’t as bad as she imagines. It would be better if she was stronger, but I will just be careful. Once I have fed from her, she won’t want to leave. She will be mine, I know it.

I put my hand on her shoulder, she looks up at me. Every time she looks at me, she looks fearful.

“Come little one, its time.” I say, as gently as I can.

I can feel the tension in her body. But she allows me to guide her. Any colour she had in her face, seems to have drained away. She looks even more pale than before.

I guide her back into the bedroom. When we approach the bed, I come to a stop.

“Arms up,” I tell her. She hesitates for a second, then raises her arms. I quickly remove her shirt.

I gaze at her, taking in her sweet little body. She is exquisite. I wont tell her though, it wont help. If anything it will make her more fearful.

“Lay down, little one,” I whisper.

She lays down on the bed, and I sit next to her. My heart could break for her, as I see tears running down her cheeks. I wipe them away with my thumbs. Its a pointless effort, as more just take their place.

I gentle cradle her head in my hand, moving her auburn hair away from her neck. I pull her slowly towards me.

My other hand holds her wrist, my thumb gently rubbing circles in the palm of her hand. Her eyes glance towards her hand, distracting her momentarily.

I place my mouth on her neck, and extend my fangs. As they pierce her skin, she whimpers.

I gently touch her mind, blocking any sensation of pain she feels.

I let go of her hand, gently running my hand across her back, caressing her velvet skin. She trembles, and moans under my touch.

I savour her sweet blood, as it trickles down my throat. It is the sweetest of nectar. I want to drink deeply, but I know I mustn’t. This is for her, not for me.

I retract my fangs, my lips still on her neck, and gently seal the wound with my tongue.

I lick my lips, removing all traces of her blood. She doesn't need to see that.

I withdraw from her mind completely, gently placing kisses along her collar bone.

She opens her eyes, there is no fear there now. I brush my fingers across her cheek, delicately with a feather like touch, then press my lips to her forehead.

“Sleep now little one,” I whisper.

I don't compel her, its more of a request, a suggestion. Not a command.

As I stand up, I hear her voice.

“Master?”

I smile, “what is it little one?”

She hesitates, I can see she wants to ask me something.

“Will you… will you stay with me...please?”

She doesn't beg, its just a polite request.

I nod gently, and see the vaguest hint of a smile. Its beautiful.

I take off my waistcoat and shirt, and lay down on the bed. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her back into my chest. She relaxes, and rests her head on my shoulder.

My hand gently slides down and rests on her hip. Rubbing circles with my thumb.

“Who do you belong to, little one?” I whisper.

Without hesitation she replies.

“You, Master.”

I kiss the top of her head.

“Good girl.”

Her breathing becomes more regular, she had drifted off to sleep.

She wont run now, she is mine. Mind, body and soul.

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Blue fire-Theseus ScamanderxReader (Req.)

A/N: Request for injured Theseus and reader fighting off the blue fire which leads to a kiss. Lol 🤷🏻‍♀️ I hope I did your request justice, my dear...I don’t...even know...

MOOD MUSIC: Hostage by Billie Eilish

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You felt the heat, harsh and energetic in its movements as it propelled you back, its bright flames lapping towards you in sick curls. In some oratorical way, it called to you, whispering incoherent words that still held the same eloquence as any other. You paused there in its view, breathing strained and hands cramped from holding your wand too tightly. With what energy you could muster, you ignored its promises, eyes scanning the crowd of other Aurors and wizards alike that dotted the arena. Just then, you saw him, equally disturbed by the fire that took over the stone and people standing in its way. For all the years you knew Theseus, he rarely showed fear, and seeing him display it so plainly now...it made your skin crawl in a cold sweat.

“Theseus!” Your voice bellowed through the flames, catching his attention as he turned to your direction. His eyes were wild with a frightened rage, the dismay he felt diffusing over to you in its quiet anxiety. They were helpless. You were helpless. There was little any of you, no matter the skill or talent, could do to end this without further loss and while you wished to run to his side, that mercy would not be granted to you.

“Go!!” Theseus yelled back, boots clambering up the steps along with his brother. You saw them both in a clumsy panic, Newt gripping desperately at Theseus’ blazer until he managed a strong enough hold to apparate them both out of here. Their disappearance startled you for a second, the flames climbing higher until you felt its burn teasing at your face. You screamed in your anger, slashing at it and propelling your wand forward just enough to will it away. That was your chance, you saw, the split second between being consumed and having freedom from this massacre.

“Ah!” Your body willed away, the sudden momentum of apparating causing you to slam hard into the walls of the mausoleum outside. Pain shot through your arm, but for you, that agony was well worth surviving the hell inside these walls.

“Y/N?!”

“Theseus?” If not for the solid foundations, you were certain you’d of fallen over already, giving way to the exhaustion hitting your body. You knew he was alive, that was the only charity the fates could offer today, but even the favor of getting to see him before you, was a long shot.

“Y/N!” There was desperation in his voice, long and drawn out in its misery as he searched the rubble and endless alleys for you. Somewhere in the background you could hear Newt trying to stop him, but your fiancé seemed unyielding in his quest to reunite with you. It was the only piece of knowledge that settled your nerves, and just as you summoned your strength to walk over the debris in full view of the rest of the outside world, the walls gave way. Each stone rocked with purpose, the pillars and decor finally caving and unleashing the wrath that Grindelwald had set upon you all. The blue fire spilled forth, flying towards the darkened sky and forming into the hellish facade of a dragon.

“Oh god...” You sucked in a breath, favoring your uninjured arm as you swiftly brought your wand up. This may end in your death, but you would not die a coward. “Come on then...” Your boots bore hard into the ground, steadying your frame and giving you the force necessary to command the flames away. Though you held your own for the time being, you knew you weren’t the master of the fire and your stamina could only take so much until you found yourself being coerced to one knee before it. It was humbling, if you wanted to be kind with descriptions, to see the power that one man could possess within himself. His entire aura was felt in these attacks, bright and unrelenting and just as persuasive as his silver-tongued words. You tried with all your might to keep your wits, but the closer they got the easier it was to convince yourself to surrender and let them take you. “Theseus...”

He was the last thought to cross your mind, your heart nearly tightening with grief as you felt the weight of leaving him behind. This was hardly a worthy farewell, and you could not bear the idea of being burned so furiously there would be nothing left to mourn, not even ash. But, what hope was there in the face of such dark magic? In your eyes, you were already dead.

The dragon took flight again, it’s blue wings gushing open and ruling viciously over those who would dare to oppose it. You could hear their screams, pained and grieved as the last bit of their existence seared away under the beasts fiery roar. Even with the might of the Ministry Aurors, it seemed fate would deem this to be the outcome of this war.

“I love you.” It was a whisper, spoken to no one and yet you held Theseus in your heart as the dragon came flying down at you. You felt your body stiffen in defense, fear and acceptance taking over as you glared the dragon down. All your breaths were shaky and forced, throat clenched with all the preparation of the pain to come.

“Y/N!!”

Theseus’ arm encircled your figure, tucking you protectively into his body as he held his wand up and fought what he could until you were compelled to follow him. There was chaos all around, but all you focused on was his voice, distraught but courageous in its tones. He moved you towards an opening, pushing you as gently as he was able until he, too, could join you there behind a pillar. You observed him breathing, chest rising and falling roughly in a feeble attempt to regain some control. However, he was just as drained as you were, his back hitting the stone and eyes closing in relief when the fire spilled forward, covering all exits, but leaving you two alive.

“Theseus.” There was nothing else to say, and you just stared at him elatedly, examining every inch of his body to make sure he hadn’t been harmed in the battle. His clothes were singed in certain areas, the collar of his shirt now dusted an awful black. “You’re hurt.” Your voice broke, body carrying you forward until you stood in front of him in your worry. There was no time to fuss, but you were just relieved to see him again, knowing only a few moments ago that gift could’ve been taken from you. Caring for his wounds, was the least you could do in return for his bravery.

“Think nothing of it, darling.” Theseus tried to placate you, his warm smile only making your heart flutter in concern. You knew him well enough to detect deceit, and even if his intentions were pure, you still fussed over him.

“Let me see.” You gazed up at him, fingers reaching for the cut that adorned his cheek. It was bleeding fairly enough, and if he felt any pain he certainly didn’t show it. “Does it hurt?”

“No.”

“Theseus-“

“I promise.” He smiled again, letting himself enjoy the soft caress of your fingers on his jaw. Tonight wasn’t over just yet, and for any of you it could very well be the end, but he would never forgive himself if he let such moments as this pass him by without proper attention. “Are you alright?”

“I am. Thanks to you.”

“You’re injured.” Theseus scolded, eyeing the way you nestled your other arm safely at your side. You could pretend as you like, but that was too serious a bite for him not to notice.

“It’ll heal.” You spared him the long explanation of how you got it, and to you his wound was more concerning. Even if he paid it no mind, you could take what energy you had left and mend it for him. “Here. Let me.” You raised your wand to his face, ready to close that cut and give him just a bit of relief to brave on. But, that wouldn’t come, and just when you began the mumbling of a healing spell he gripped your wrist, eyes focused on the fight raging on ahead.

“Newt...” Theseus appeared concerned, lips dipping to a frown when he witnessed his younger brother and the others being lambasted by the fire. There was no time to lick his own wounds, and now that you were safe he felt the urge to move on and aid them. He shifted his gaze back to you, taking in the details of all your features in their worried state. Your concern for him was heartwarming, but he feared he must do it all again.

“Stay here.” He still held your wrist, thumb stroking your palm lovingly while he admired every part of you. There was no telling where this night would lead, but he would count himself fortunate to have had the time to call you his. With a slight tug he brought you close, tactfully closing the distance and planting a warm and amorous kiss to your lips. By the time he pulled away, you were panting, his fingers leaving your wrist as he shot out of his cover and headed for the others.

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bruno-in-barovia · 4 years

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Session Five, Part One

Krezk is heavily fortified. The gatehouse was the only point of entry. The kids’ legs were getting tired as we approached, so I picked Myrtle up and Haku carried Freek for the last bit of it. Elliott and Lith took the lead to call to the guards and request they let us in. It took some persuading with the first guard, and he said we’d better be out by nightfall because they won’t have any of our “kind” in town. It wasn’t clear which of the party he was referring to, but I got my hackles up a little at that. Elliott challenged him on it, and he said he’d go get “Dmitri” to talk to us. As he scurried off, the other guards watched us, especially me, with fearful expressions. Ugh. I’m so sick of this.

While we waited for “Dmitri,” most likely the burgomaster of Krezk, Haku wandered off and started doing some kind of dance. At the end of it, he started talking to a crow that had landed nearby. Weirdly enough, the bird seemed to be talking back to him. He told us afterward that he’d been asking if anything out of the ordinary was going on in the area. He said the crow told him something about a “sheep-biter.” So I guess Haku talks to birds now. Okay. The bit of information he got is interesting, though.

Around that time, Dmitri finally showed up with the guard who’d gone to get him. Elliott negotiated with him for our entry to the town, also trying to find out if someone in town might take the kids into their home. He slipped up a little, I think, by alluding to our beef with Strahd. Yeah, he must have misread that, because Dmitri was not into the idea of welcoming folks who might attract the wrath of Strahd to Krezk. I get that. It’s a reasonable concern.

I was getting nervous that at this rate we’d be stuck outside the wall come nighttime, so I stepped up and added that we were just looking to pass through to the abbey, if that affected… anything... I trailed off, seeing his expression. I really hate the way people look at me here. I moved to the back of the group.

Elliott moved on to offering our services in town in exchange for being allowed to come into town. I sort of appreciated his emphasis to Dmitri that our whole party was “a package deal,” but Lith’s added “including these ones” with a gesture in mine and Haku’s direction made me bristle all over again.

Dmitri named some possible tasks we could perform for the town, and a little more smooth talking from Elliott secured our permission to enter.

The town guards hurried us through Krezk, but we got some information on the way. Elliott asked, once again, about the possibility of finding a hatmaker in the area. No dice. Haku told them he’d heard there were some problems with “sheep-biting stuff” and asked what was going on. They were, understandably, confused but said that there had been some livestock missing lately, more than usual, and to ask Dmitri if we wanted to know more. The guards left us at the start of the path that climbed up to the abbey on the other side.

We carried the kids on the way up so their legs wouldn’t give out on them. The switchback path gave us a great view of the whole area, and the thing that most stuck out to me was a large pool in a higher corner of the town that some folk bustled around next to.

A pair of strange-looking people met us past the iron gate of the abbey. One had a cloak pulled over their head to hide their face. The other was short, crouched over, holding a shovel in what looked to be a human hand, but they had a wolf snout, a wolf ear, and monstrous legs.

The wolfish one came up to us and held out their hand. Haku looked around, shrugged, and kissed it. The creature said something garbled and stood a little taller. Fair enough, I guess.

The cloaked one spoke up and asked who we were. Elliott, of course, took the lead to introduce us and our—the party’s—purpose. He tried to ask the nature of their appearances in a roundabout way, but didn’t seem able to get his question across.

Haku asked why one could talk and their friend couldn’t.

“He’s fine. He just had his work done, and he couldn’t talk afterwards,” the cloaked one said.

Elliott talked with them a bit more, and they agreed to show us the way to meet with the abbot.

The rest of the party didn’t seem overly fazed by any of this. They were pretty focused on getting Zazear’s body reanimated. Obviously I still wasn’t on board with this, but I had a thought on the way in, and it kept me moving forward.

Maybe this abbot could tell me more about vampires. How to destroy them, their powers, their vulnerabilities. I’ve left undead creatures alone on three separate occasions already. I’m a terrible grave cleric.

I stayed in the back of the group as we were told to wait in the abbey courtyard. There was a small humanoid chained to a post. It had bat wings and spider mandibles. Screams emanated from sheds around the courtyard edges. Um. This was not good.

Opal reassured us that none of the beings around us were undead. She said that there was a celestial presence nearby. A celestial on this plane? Huh.

The people we met before returned to the courtyard. They were followed by the abbot.

He was a young man dressed in white robes. He looked at us with a gentle smile and asked what we were doing.

I asked if there was anywhere I could wait for the group to be done with this… undertaking, hoping that maybe I could focus on the notes I had taken from Father Donavich’s study rather than taking part in this sacrilege. The abbot stared at me for a moment and then said he would rather I stay. Something in his voice made me hesitate to disobey.

...Athros forgive me for being part of this.

Lith took over explaining the Zazear predicament to the abbot. That he had died a few days ago and the party was hoping to, you know, resurrect him. Sigh.

The abbot got distracted from Lith’s explanation when he saw Ireena. He got this odd look on his face. Lith noticed him staring and brought up a new question: what happens when a vampire bites a human?

Now this I did need to know.

The abbot said usually, nothing. Lith pushed, asking what the “unusually” would be. If a vampire bites more than once, he answered, some “other strange things” can happen. Had anyone been bit?

“Several,” I jumped in, remembering Strahd’s inhumanly fast movements as he bit not only Ireena, but Lith and Haku as well.

Lith shot me a glare, so I clammed up rather than pointing out who’d been bitten. What? They seemed perfectly happy to trust this man to perform an impossible sacrilege. “We just want to make sure that we’re protected.”

The abbot said that the only time to really worry about it is if someone dies from a bite. Then some strange things can happen.

Shit. That means Father Donavich… shit. I really wish I had learned all this sooner.

Things got weird after that. The abbot said some stuff that, frankly, I’m pretty sure was all bull. But I’m going to put it down anyway.

He said Ireena was “the spitting image of Strahd’s love.” Tatyana, from the letter.

He said he believed Ireena is the reincarnation of Tatyana. That souls in Barovia don’t leave; they’re simply recycled.

What.

“How do you know?” I demanded, stepping in front of Ireena.

“I have been taught,” he said, “many things. As a matter of fact, I have seen portraits of Tatyana, and they are identical.”

Please. That’s ridiculous. Believe it or not, it got more ridiculous.

He asked us to help him recover Ireena’s memories of Tatyana. Why? “Because that is the only way to free the people from their terrible curse. You see, they’re ruled by a despot. The only real way to deal with it, obviously, is to find a good ruler to rule the area.”

Lith asked what about killing Strahd, and Opal asked if he meant Tatyana, but my mind was racing elsewhere...

I was pulled back into the discussion when Opal asked what would happen to Ireena if she remembered being Tatyana. Gods, were they really going along with this reincarnation hogwash?

The abbot said he hadn’t done this before, so he couldn’t be certain.

Opal asked Ireena how she felt about all this. Ireena answered that the only person who’d ever called her Tatyana was Strahd. She also said that she worried she wouldn’t have space for herself if these memories came back.

I scoffed. “Souls never leave Barovia.” Hah. What a line.

“I want what is best for the people,” the abbot said. “You want your friend raised from the dead. We can—”

“Do we?” I muttered. Lith shushed me.

“—we can both get what we want.”

All he wanted, the abbot said, was for us to keep Ireena with us on our journey, so that her memories would have the opportunity to come back on their own as she encountered familiar places.

He said we’d have to trust that he knew what he was talking about. Which seemed like a direct contradiction to what he’d said just a moment before.

“We don’t have to trust anything,” I argued. “You haven’t given us anything at this point.”

“How is getting Tatyana’s memories back in Ireena’s head going to get rid of Strahd?” Elliott asked.

The abbot said that Strahd’s personal failing was tied to Tatyana’s death and that part of the curse on the land was directly tied to Strahd himself. He said that removing Strahd’s piece of the curse should break the curse on the land and “give them a better ruler.” Again with that phrase. I don’t know what to make of that...

“What if he still wants to rule?” Lith asked.

He said we’d cross that bridge when we came to it. Hmm.

Elliott had more questions for the abbot, about Ireena, but we didn’t get any new information. Finally, it was time for the abbot to do his part in the party’s sacrilege. It was time to “raise” Zazear.

Moment of truth. This was my time to intervene. To stop this mockery. If they went through with it, if Zazear came back, I might have to deal with him. Because it wouldn't be him, not really. But if I stopped this before that took place, my party would never understand. They’d never forgive me. Would it break my connection to Athros if I allowed this to happen? No, he would understand. He sees that it’s better to let them learn for themselves.

I didn’t shut up about how bad of an idea this was, but I didn’t try to stop it, either.

Please let that be the right choice.

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sunyoonandstars · 6 years

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🥀 Sanguinem || BTS Vampire! Mafia Boss! Taehyung x Vampire! Reader || AU SERIES || Chapter 1

October called for a fantasy AU. So, here you go, guys. Enjoy!

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Pairings Vampire Mafia boss! Taehyung x You Vampire! Jimin x You

Word count 2.250

angst, hints of/at and future smut, hints of fluff if you squint maybe?

🥀 Warnings 🥀 mentions of blood, death, violence, emotional/physical abuse (nothing gruesome, though, I swear)

When your eyes met for the first time, it was as if you could feel the entire universe implode around you. The sight of his inky black orbs knocked the air right out of your lungs. You couldn't quite believe he was real at first, were convinced your mind was playing tricks on you when he suddenly started walking towards you, making his way through the crowded bar without once breaking eye contact. You could feel his presence even from afar, drawing you in like a magnet.

"I was looking for you, angel."

Those had been the first words Taehyung ever aimed at you. And your first kiss, right then and there, sealed the deal. You readily offered him your everything. And he did the same. Or so you thought at the time.

CHAPTER 1 || decay

You never thought you'd see him again. Kim Taehyung. The love of your eternal life. Unfortunately.

What you wouldn't give to rid yourself of the ghosts of the past, to shed every memory of him like dead skin and be reborn a new, free person. The woman you used to be. Before your paths had crossed centuries ago. In a Paris ravaged by the Second World War, it's glorious beauty tarnished by hunger, grief, and omnipresent anguish that seemed to seep out of every broken window and every pile of rubble like quicksilver, heavy, smothering, contaminating the air and poisoning the people. Watching those tiny, meaningless humans desperately struggling to get back on their feet and restore their precious, shallow city to its former grandeur after years of senseless warfare and pointless destruction, you almost felt pity for them. Almost.

Over time, you had learned to know better than to feel for them. Those small-minded, greedy creatures that kept on repeating the same foolish mistakes over and over again. Death, destruction, hatred, jealousy. They never learned. They didn't want to learn. You had realized that soon enough. It only took you about two hundred years of immortality to see through humanity and come to terms with the fact that it wasn't you who was the abomination, but, in fact, the very humans you envied so much for their capability to lead the ordinary lives they didn't value. Money and lust, consumption and splendor were all that was on their minds. And you were disgusted by their ignorant frivolity. Which only made it so much easier for you to view them as what they were to you: No more than a source of food. It didn't take you long to entirely abandon your guilty conscience and lose all sense of compassion for the dozens upon dozens of existences you put an end to.

That was until you met him.

Nothing was what it used to be starting the very second he entered your life. You had never even contemplated the reality of destiny, had never even considered the actuality of fate to be a possibility, just like you had always denied the presence of a higher power, a divinity so to say. Because, if such a higher power were to be, how and why would he allow something like you to be born? A creature abhorrent to nature that needs to kill mercilessly in order to survive?

Coming across Taehyung, however, led you to call your previous beliefs, or rather their denial, into question. Because you knew the moment you first laid eyes on him: He was meant to be yours, and you were meant to be his. Two of a kind, your lives had been linked long before you were even aware of each other's existence. He held the piece your soul had been missing ever since you awoke at the bottom of a cliff with broken limbs and the burning desire to drink human blood over four hundred years ago, without any memory of how you had gotten there and who you had been before. Taehyung was your mate. The two of you were meant to be. For some reason, you were certain of that fact. More certain than of anything else in your life.

"I was looking for you, angel."

The first weeks and months were unbelievably intense. You spent them in a dreamy haze, rarely ever leaving your shared hotel room, breaking quite a few beds. Your hunger for each other rendered your never-ceasing thirst for blood meaningless. You went without feeding for days on end. And when your cravings eventually got the better of you, and you were weakened to the point that you were barely able to move your limbs, Taehyung presented you with the ultimate solution to all your problems: Sanguinem. A synthetic substitute for human blood. A drug. Solely designed to fit and sustain the Vampire metabolism. Created by Taehyung himself, invented over the course of centuries. And, just like Taehyung, the Sanguinem came to you as both your salvation and your undoing.

Sanguinem was blood in its purest, most refined form, offering an all-new kind of high. One that lasted for days but left you with an insatiable longing for more. Just like he did.

Soon, you could no longer imagine yourself without Taehyung by your side. And, just as well, you could not go a week without your dose of Sanguinem. Taehyung had managed to do what turned out to be his intention from the start: He had made you into his willing puppet, his property. When you were finally onto him and his malevolent agenda, though, it was already too late. There was no going back. Or at least it seemed that way to you. Because, back then, you were too weak. Too weak to resist, to fight off the effect Taehyung had on you, to escape his control. And once he was sure his power over you was absolute, Taehyung introduced you to his 'Crimson Circle'. A ruthless and influential organization that did not only reign over Paris, as you came to know, but dominated the market for blood substitutes all across Europe and East Asia and basically 'owned' nearly every single vampire inhabiting the area.

You see, the Crimson Circle didn't demand payment solely in the form of money. If you didn't have the financial means to purchase the Sanguinem, there were always other ways to reimburse them. Services one was to provide. Debts that were to be repaid at a time when it came in handy to Taehyung and his mission – which was to protect and preserve the vampire race by seeing to it that a strict set of rules was being followed by every individual within his reach. A mission no one but Taehyung had been strong enough to fulfill so far, but that was more than necessary to be carried out since, during that time, vampires were close to extinction due to the atrocious name they had made for themselves.

Your likes had been hunted and slaughtered systematically ever since human technology had evolved to a level that enabled them to develop weapons effective enough to combat vampires despite their unnatural strength and heightened senses. Under the cloak of World War One and Two, thousands upon thousands of your kind had been tracked down and executed without trial. Because your species wasn't considered human. You didn't have rights, were mere monsters, soulless, deemed to be even below animals.

So, keeping a low profile, which meant keeping fellow vampires in line and sparing human lives whenever possible, was of immense importance when it came to remaining undetected and maintaining a steady count of your kind. And, somehow, Kim Taehyung seemed to be just the man to accomplish that.

He was both cruel and caring, cold and deadly yet gentle and beautiful. A riddle. A living, breathing oxymoron, oozing the kind confidence and innate authority that allowed neither resistance nor objection and demanded to be recognized.

Taehyung taught you to respect life again, reintroduced you to that softer side of yourself you believed to have killed and buried centuries ago. He gave you, and so many others, a purpose while steadily expanding his network and consolidating his position as the unchallenged leader of the Crimson Circle.

And you admired him. No. You loved him. With all that was left of your heart.

Years passed. One, two, five, ten, fifty of them. And, all the while, you were Taehyung's number one. His queen. His sanctuary. His pride and his right-hand woman. Boastfully, he showed you off. His brightest jewel and most valuable possession. And, most of the time, he approached you with reverence and care, handled you like the divine creation he saw in you.

At the beginning of his reign, Taehyung still asked and valued your opinion on matters of high importance and demanded your presence at all his meetings. He never wanted you to leave his side, and his underlings learned to respect you. Nobody dared to question your dignity or position, and whoever did have the audacity to disparage you in any way possible had to pay with their life. Taehyung usually saw to it that he made short work of them in a quite public manner, setting a warning example for future offenders as he did with everyone who thought it to be a good idea to bend or even go so far as to break his meticulously implemented set of rules.

For the first time after seemingly endless years of solitude, spent on the run, in fear and isolation, you felt safe, valued, appreciated, and cared for.

Quickly, though, after a couple of decades that was, the tide started turning. It was little things at first. Sudden shifts in Taehyung's mood. Displays of unnecessarily violent behavior, not only towards his subordinates but directed against you, as well. He became greedy, driven by lust and rage, impatient, voracious, jealous for no reason.

At some point, you were forced to admit to yourself that it was time for you to go, to leave Taehyung behind and get as far away from him as possible. Before it was too late. Because the power – and his unappeasable thirst for more of the same –, as well as the need to adopt a certain coldness in order to sustain it, were beginning to consume him.

What had started out as the noble endeavor to turn the vampire race into one that was respectable and could be part of the world it inhabited without disrupting it quickly turned into a dark, all-consuming vortex of corruption and intrigue. With each day passing, Taehyung diverged further and further from the man he had once been, the man you had hopelessly fallen for, and instead became the very monster people had always feared your kind to be.

He became unfaithful to you, had affairs, held orgies. Started to treat you more and more roughly, both in bed and in life. To consciously and continuously degrade you, making you feel worthless and inferior and punishing you for his mistakes, abusing you both mentally and physically – a pattern that only led him to despise himself even more, plunging him deeper and deeper into a vicious, unending cycle of self-hatred and violence.

When Taehyung had formerly preached the value and appreciation of both human and vampire life, he now murdered dozens of innocent souls of either kind in cold blood, just for the thrill of it and to act out the anger that would otherwise have been directed at himself or, even worse, you. Because, back then, there was still some part left in Taehyung that wanted to protect you. Shortly after, though, that last, compassionate fragment of him, too, ceased to exist, going out like a fickle flame once he stopped fighting the process and succumbed to the darkness that was slowly but surely making itself at home in his very core, spreading like a tumor.

When there was finally no more warmth left in his gaze as it fell upon you, you knew you had to move on, however much it pained your heart to abandon Taehyung in such a state. Entirely consumed by evil. Because you had allowed him to be corrupted, lacking the strength to fight it for the both of you.

You could tell by the way he sometimes still looked at you, quietly longing for the comfort you had once provided, that he was crying out for help. That he wanted to be saved. That he needed you to chase away the darkness in his stead and help him reemerge as the beacon of light he used to be. But you were too scared. Afraid that he would drag you down with him. And that there would be no going back.

So you ran. Literally ran for your life. As far and as quickly as your legs could carry you. In the dead of night, while Taehyung was once more being pleasured by half a dozen recently turned female vampires, you packed up your things and fled Paris with the help and in the company of your and Taehyung's dearest confidant, Jimin, vowing to yourself to never look back.

And you never did.

As a matter of fact, Taehyung barely ever crosses your mind these days.

But you have a feeling that is about to change when you turn around behind the counter of the bar you currently work at to pour another stranger yet another drink. Only to stop and stare when your unsuspecting eyes meet a set of onyx orbs you thought you would never get lost in again.

“I was looking for you, angel.”

To be continued ...

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hannahhostofheaven · 5 years

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Updated rules

I updated my rules, here’s the link: https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/rules

They are mostly the same with just a few updates. You need to have read my rules before we RP:

* I will follow you as my MUN blog with is @Hannah-deserved-better

* My OTP is always Hannah/Castiel so keep that in mind. My Hannah will always have a thing for Castiel. I am opened to RPing with other blogs but there probably won’t be any romance.

* I am open to poly pairings so if you want to do something with Castiel, Hannah, and someone else, I’m okay with that as long as it’s not Destiel or Wincest. I don’t ship either of those. I am open to Sastiel plus Hannah, Megstiel plus Hannah, OCs, whatever. But it needs to have chemistry.

* Note that I am a demisexual and bisexual person and as such, so is Hannah. Demisexual means I don’t just jump into sexual relationships without there being an emotional and mental relationship first.

* not interested in RPing with anyone who views angels as brothers and sisters cuz as I said, I ship Castiel/Hannah so our views will not be compatible.

* I play Hannah using Erica Carroll as a face claim.

* Caroline Johnson is available to RP with upon request.

* No god modding or making my character act without me. Don’t anticipate or assume what my character is going to do, I retain complete control of her. Also, no time jumps without discussing it first.

* Don’t nag me for a reply. I am very busy and real life comes first, I will try to reply when I can, and if I need another long break I’ll let you know.

* discuss plot with me. I am a plot driven writer and I like to plan things out. I am open to pretty much everything but I like mulling things over.

* It’s my belief that Hannah would be on the autism spectrum if she were human so any Human Hannah AUs will be like that.

* MUN is autistic.

* female vessel Castiel blogs are welcome.

* I play Hannah in character as I see her in the show. How she reacts to things doesn’t necessarily reflect the MUN’s personal views. Hannah is passionate for an angel but she is very stuck on her idea of angel code, law, and justice. The internal conflict can sometimes make her doubt herself and often makes her a bit of a contradiction. When her angel code says one thing and her feelings say another, she can have conflict. She is also impulsive and quick to anger. I am always trying to better my performance of her, but she certainly has a lot of strengths and a lot of flaws and you can expect me to play her that way. If she gets mad at your character don’t take it to mean it has anything to do with the MUN, I am just channeling Hannah.

* I don’t like just jumping into a relationship. I like to establish things first. It can’t be forced. Sometimes our muses get together very fast, sometimes there is angry hate sex first before there is love, sometimes it’s a slow burn, but we definitely have to go at the same speed. I never want to just start writing a situation where our muses are just automatically in a relationship from the beginning.

** ** I’ve eased up on my stance regarding smut lately, but I still tend to be kind of fickle about it, I have to be in the mood for it, so please check first. I am always okay with mild sex scenes and abstract sex scenes where we keep to metaphors and such, and I am not really into hardcore stuff. I reserve the right to fade to black if I’m not feeling it. Also, I do not write porn. My roleplays are plot centered adventures that can INCLUDE sex but nor REVOLVE AROUND sex.

* Also, on that note, if we are writing and I sense that a sex scene might be coming up, I’ll probably PM you (or you PM me) so we can be sure we are both on the same page.

* no child OCs.

* I like angsty, dark themes, hurt/comfort type plots. I really don’t have any known triggers, but check with me first. I am okay with torture and with plots involving rape, though not with children. Also note on rape: I will not RP graphic scenes of rape, I will always fade to black, no exceptions. Also Hannah will not be in any kind of relationship with your character if they are the ones doing the abuse.

* I don’t do the whole ABO alpha omega thing. I don’t understand how it works at all and it’s really just not my thing.

* My stories tend to be heavy on Supernatural lore so if you aren’t familiar with the show, I suggest checking out the Supernatural Wiki. I utilize it quite a bit myself: http://supernatural.wikia.com/wiki/Supernatural

* I’m not really into working outside the Supernatural verse, though sometimes I might be okay with crossing over with related verses such as Buffy the Vampire slayer, but I won't want to work in a verse that I personally don’t know about (and I don’t watch a lot of TV so I am not part of many fandoms) so when in doubt, stick with Supernatural.

* We need to establish which season we are working with. If we don’t, I will assume that we are working with the most current season, in which case, I will default to the idea that Hannah has been dead since season 11, when she was killed by the angel Efram, when she was in her male vessel, and she died trying to defend Castiel, and was somehow brought back to life.

* Please try to play in character and with canon in mind. We will definitely be breaking with canon, but it needs to always be a guideline.

* Mun is over 30. Mun is also married and has a job so the demands on my time can be formidable. Mun is in California so we are dealing with Pacific Standard Time.

* Supernatural deals with angels and demons and a lot of religious lore. I tend to stick closely to canon when it comes to lore and things like that, so if you are religious its probably best not to get offended by things like Lucifer and such because it’s just a show. I personally don’t come from a religious background, though my husband, who is very well versed in Judeo-Christian mystics, helps me in those areas of the show. I also happen to hold a degree in history and am pretty knowledgeable in anthropology, mythology, and world religions. That being said, I suggest we keep to the guidelines and criteria dictated by the show, not the bible.

* I am relatively new to Tumblr roleplays so I am not completely fluent in the lingo and such. I don’t know how to do icon threads and I don’t know what discord or anything like that is so we should stick with thread style format. Although I do like to insert pictures and gifs into my posts once in a while.

Headcanons:

* Hannah is an angel’s angel, she lives by her rules, but she finds inner conflict with her feelings. She believes in law, justice, and order.

* She is a unique angel in that she has emotions. This makes her more intuitive than other angels. She is quite passionate and although she doesn’t always understand emotions, she just knows she has them. She has a temper, especially when someone taunts her or Castiel.

* Hannah has a fascination with Humanity, although she holds and maintains a distance with these creatures she doesn’t quite understand. She tends to find ‘human things’ like eating unsettling and disgusting, at first, but she is open-minded and when given enough encouragement, she will try new things.

* Hannah likes plants and plant life. She has an aversion to things like fences, borders, and barriers. Some things she retained from Caroline was being a bit of a daydreamer, animal lover, and an adventurous world traveler. In RPGs were Caroline was able to have a career, she always pursued something in travel and tourism, or in anthropology.

* In this headcanon, Hannah has given up her vessel’s soul who has gone to heaven, leaving Hannah her body. But she still recalls certain events from Caroline’s life, like living in Montana. Her favorite animals are horses, dogs, and tigers.

* In this headcanon, Caroline and her husband were not on the best of terms. Depending on RPG, Joe can be seen as neglectful at best, abusive at worst, and there was a reason why Caroline said Yes to Hannah in the first place. This may or may not contradict canon, depending on your interpretations of it.

* I think Hannah has cream colored wings with golden yellow tips, see blog banner picture.

* Hannah is considered a relatively young angel. She is perhaps 5-10 million years old which when compared to the archangels which are perhaps billions of years old,is very young. She is older than humanity but wasn’t around to see dinosaurs.

* Caroline Johnson was born February 25th, 1980 in Great Falls, Montana. She is a Pisces.

* Hannah has had limited dealings with humans but she does have a certain bond with Caroline Johnson.

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amoralityplay · 3 years

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Tokyo, June 1992

[CW: emotional abuse, implied physical abuse)

It was Friday.

Audrey knew this meant Nate would show up around noon, rather than later in the afternoon like he did during the rest of the week. He had a job, though he’d always been vague about it, explaining that it was something on the nearby American military base, but he wasn’t a rank-and-file soldier anymore. He had a desk job that he hated after some sort of disagreement during his last tour of duty, she had some recollection of him talking about it, but he’d never explained exactly what had happened and Audrey hadn’t pressed for an answer. Mortals were always getting into conflicts that, from her point of view, were petty and meaningless. Whatever it was probably didn’t matter at all in the larger scheme of things, so she hadn’t had any desire to dig deeper on the topic. Assuming he would have told her, anyway, which wasn’t often the case. If Nate didn’t want to talk about something, it wasn’t talked about, and he’d made that clear to her very early on.

As she wandered across the small apartment, Audrey paused briefly to look at a calendar that hung in the kitchen area, days crossed off until the last day of June. She’d never been very good at keeping track of time—for vampires, days or weeks passed in a blink—and marking a calendar was the only way she could keep up with Nate’s schedule, which he adhered to unfailingly. It was almost noon, so Nate would show up any minute and the young vampire let out a small sigh. She’d barely slept, not uncommon since she’d arrived in Japan, and knew he’d scold her for not taking better care of herself. It was hard to get any sleep, though, when he’d show up in the afternoon, wake her up, and then keep her up until he left in the morning. As light a sleeper as she was…that left the vampire with precious few hours to get some rest during the day, and often that was interrupted by other things: the building superintendent making repairs, neighbors making noise, traffic and city life beyond her small window. Audrey didn’t know it was intentional, of course; that Nate’s charms worked better if she was weak and tired.

As expected, it was only a moment before the sound of the lock turned as Nate arrived, still wearing his fatigues, which was unusual, and pushed the door open. A brow twitched upwards when he found Audrey in the kitchen next to the door, followed by a frown. “You’re already awake,” he said flatly, stepping inside and pulling his cap off, a hand smoothing his brown hair back into place.

“I couldn’t sleep, I knew you’d be here soon so I thought it was better to just get up and start getting ready…“

Nate didn’t answer, just frowned down at her. After a moment, he walked into the living area and let out an exaggerated sigh. “Well, what good are you going to be if you’re tired? Or did you just assume I’d feed you, today?” He dropped onto the futon, leaning back and propping his boots on the coffee table, starting to roll up his sleeve. “It’s been two weeks. Suppose it wouldn’t hurt. But you need to take better care of yourself, I can’t do everything for you, you know. How would you hunt if I wasn’t here?” “You don’t have to—“ “What’s the alternative, Audrey? Let you starve? Look at you. You’re not eating enough as it is.” It was true that Audrey wasn’t eating nearly enough—ideally, she needed at least two pints of blood a day to keep at a healthy weight, more than that to stave off anemia, which she was particularly prone to. She was getting less than half of that, and nearly all of it once a week when she tried to gorge on a kill, while the rest of the time she’d just nibble at steak and liver, although occasionally Nate showed up with a bag or two of blood for her that he’d been able to bribe off the military clinic. But she supposed that was the best she could do, since the coalition seemed to be ignoring her application and she felt reckless enough as it was killing a mortal once a week, even in a city as big, and with as many dark alleyways, as Tokyo. Not to mention Nate wasn’t a very good lookout, easily distracted by watching her feed. Letting out a small sigh, Audrey shrugged and looked down at her feet. “If the coalition would just—“ Nate snorted. “If they’d what? Approve the application you put in five months ago? Doesn’t look like they’re gonna do that, sweetheart…C’mere.” He patted the cushion next to him, holding out his opposite arm to her.

Audrey padded across the small space, stopping to gather a few things from a drawer as she tried to ignore the little ache in her chest that cropped up every time he pointed out that nobody seemed to care about her anymore. Except him, of course. Audrey hadn’t really believed it at first, but…her grandmother hadn’t tried to call her in months, not since they’d fought while she was still in Kiev, and she hadn’t heard from her grandfather since shortly after she’d landed in Tokyo. Then there was Rowan; Audrey wasn’t going to even let herself think about Rowan or his letters. It was going to take more than letters to convince her of anything he’d said since their wedding fell apart the day it was supposed to happen.

“It’d be easier if you just bit me,“ Nate started, eyeing Audrey as she sat beside him with the things she’d gathered: a kidney-shaped metal tray, a tourniquet, a length of IV tubing, an empty blood bag, and a large-gauge needle. She’d gotten pretty good at drawing blood since Nate had taught her how to do it and it was only a moment before the bag was filling, not any different than one might have seen happening in a Red Cross center, except that this was meant for consumption, not donation.

“You know I can’t do that,” she murmured, glancing up from the needle she was holding in place in Nate’s arm. “You could catch the virus and—“ “And I’d turn. Would that be so bad?” “I can’t without permission.” “Permission from who? The coalition that would let you starve, Audrey? From your grandmother, who’s been ignoring your existence for months?” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry. I get it.” Audrey’s brows drew together with concern. “Get what?” “I get that I’m just some mortal to you. An easy meal. I’ll get old and die and you’ll just move on.” “That’s not true, Nate…I love you.” She pressed a piece of gauze to his arm as she pulled the needle free and laid everything in the kidney tray on the coffee table.

“Yeah? How long is that gonna last?” “Forever, Nate,” she whispered earnestly, looking up from what she was doing.

“Prove it, Audrey,” he whispered back, leaning forward so that his face was only inches from hers. Audrey looked at him for a long moment, the internal struggle plainly apparent on her face. She’d broken so many rules already, things that would make serious trouble for her if the Elders—namely, her grandmother—found out. But turning a mortal without permission would have been the most serious…and she knew she’d never get permission to turn this mortal. In fact, Audrey was certain if her grandmother found out Nate existed, she would personally show up and gut him, merely for the fact she would have seen him as a distraction from what Audrey should have been doing…which was getting back to fixing her strained relationship with Rowan and producing an heir to her maternal line. Finally, Audrey’s gaze dropped to her lap. “I can’t….not yet, Nate, please understand, it’s not anything to do with how I feel about you…I’ll write to get permission, it just takes time.“

Without looking up, Audrey felt his arm tense under her hands and she wanted to shrink, the silence in the room heavy and unbearable. She knew if she dared look up, she’d be met with a furious stare...and maybe she deserved it. Why should he believe her? If she loved him...shouldn’t she turn him? Regardless of what other vampires would think?

Before she finished that train of thought, Nate sighed and nudged her hands away from his arm, holding the gauze down himself as he stood. “It’s fine. Go ahead and eat.” There was no trace of displeasure in his voice and Audrey glanced up, unsure if she’d just imagined the searing gaze and tense muscles; Nate was simply looking down at her, his expression a little sad, maybe...but certainly not angry.

She hadn’t imagined anything; Nate was seething and he wondered if it would be easier to just kill her and infect himself with her blood than to keep playing this ridiculous game, pretending there was anything more between them than his desire to be essentially immortal and some tangential lust. But…he’d seen how strong she was, even when she hadn’t fed recently, and while he thought he could overpower her, it would be a messy affair. And Audrey had talked plenty about who her grandmother was; Nate was certain that killing and Elder’s granddaughter would make his immortal life more complicated--and potentially much less immortal--than he wanted it to be, so…he’d keep playing.

It wasn’t going to take much longer, especially if he managed to get her pregnant, Nate thought. She was a soft-hearted, romantic little thing and he doubted she’d be able to tell the father of her child “no” about much of anything, much less condemn him to age and die like any other mortal would. And even if it turned out the vampire wasn’t good for anything else, she was at least a warm body, easy enough on the eyes, and hardly ever objected to anything he wanted, so Nate supposed the last few months hadn’t been a total wash.

“I’m gonna lay down for a bit. Come to bed when you’re finished. I’ve had a long week…let’s stay in tonight. I think I need a little quality time with my girl, yeah?”

Audrey watched silently from the futon as Nate walked the short distance to her bed, only his outline then visible behind the thin partition that split the living space from the bedroom, as he stripped off his uniform before laying down, and wondered if she’d also imagined the faint threat behind his words.

#[drabble]#[Audrey]#[Evil Nate]

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sammis-workbook · 3 years

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Character Ideas Brainstorm

character one

their world: a version of almost heaven, a perfect world that is full of wonder and beauty, nothing is dead, there is plenty of gold and wealth and happiness

what they want or need: to be liked, to be chased after, to be successful, to seem perfect

special ability/skill: controls the sun

external problem: ?

internal problem: running and trying to hide her very dark and traumatic past

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: ?

other information: she is a goddess, the object of all the males attention

character two

their world: in her normal life her world is the upper class society, cities, penthouses, everything handed to her on a silver platter but in the secret society it is set in an old mansion, the whole old money idea but with a touch of fantasy and mystery, it is very dark, mostly only candle light and lanterns, a lot of gold and dark colours with plenty of secret passages and secret rooms

what they want or need: to succeed, to be rich, to lead

special ability/skill: good with dangerous weapons, secretive, sneaky, dangerous

external problem: the secret society is being blackmailed by someone to out their identity and everyone in it as well as all their crimes which would end in them all getting very long jail time - also turns out the blackmailer is her brother who has hated her secretly his whole life for being the object of their parents attention

internal problem: she feels very guilty for the life she is hiding from her parents, specifically her dad so a lot of the time it makes it harder for her to make the bad decisions she needs to in order to continue ruling the secret society

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: ?

other information: she is the daughter of a billionaire

character three

their world: his world is a royal castle but his room represents him the most, very stereotypically male but with things hidden away that are mostly obscured that are still slightly visible that show his feminine side, dolls, jewellery etc

what they want or need: to be accepted for who he is

special ability/skill: ?

external problem: not being accepted

internal problem: feeling unwanted and not perfect for his family

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: ?

other information: male, prince, very feminine both in personality and dress sense, held back by parents trying to keep up appearances

character four

their world: very stereotypical vampire house, very dark and creepy, hidden away in the woods, except for his room that is bright, full of toys, cute and cuddly etc

what they want or need: to do good and stop killing people etc

special ability/skill: vampirism

external problem: his parents not agreeing and having different values

internal problem: him not feeling himself and feeling quite depressed because of it

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: ?

other information: very young, around 7 years old

character five

their world: regular world, she used to live in an orphanage, now lives in a modernised loft in manhattan

what they want or need: to be understood

special ability/skill: witch powers

external problem: trying to prove herself to the world while everyone is against her

internal problem: loneliness and guilt from what she did as a baby

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: ?

other information: she discovered her powers accidentally when she was a baby by causing some form of accident that scared her parents so they gave her away, she is perceived as a villain due to the accident when she was a baby and everyone jumped to that conclusion when in reality she is super nice and just wants to be good

character six

their world: modern world, lives in a skyscraper almost apartment building but it is specifically for heroes no they are in seperate apartment things where each person has their own floor designed to their choosing with lift connecting them all but she also has a house of her own filled with things for her past that is more unique and shows the side she tries to hide from people and the only person who gets to see it is her boyfriend - not until she has to visit her place on a mission though as it shows the side of her she hides from everyone

what they want or need: to save the world and to erase the bad she has done in her past

special ability/skill: great with knives, daggers, machetes etc

external problem: a friend from her past who is killing a lot of people but is trying to recruit her onto her side using things she has done in her past against her

internal problem: guilt and loneliness, struggle to accept she is now a good person

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: ?

could possibly create a seperate modern world kind of like mandripoor in falcon and winter soldier

character seven

their world: lives in a regular house but it hasn’t been maintained and has multiple stories attached to it that make people thing it’s haunted. people cross the road when they walk past making it even more isolated than it already seems. however the inside is very vintage, classic and well out together, it’s the only thing he takes pride in other than his clothing as it’s the only things that can make him feel somewhat good for himself

what they want or need: ?

special ability/skill: ?

external problem: ?

internal problem: trying to get past the trauma and abuse he has suffered in his past

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: ?

other information: loner, creepy, covered in scars

character eight

their world: hell or her own world that is picture perfect which is the opposite of her and she is an outcast other than with the multiple guys she sleeps with for validation because while she is terrifying to most people the men look past that too obsessed with her beauty

what they want or need: ?

special ability/skill: ?

external problem: keeping everyone in hell in line after the prince of hell (lucifer) disappears

internal problem: disciplining the evil soles everyday when it makes her feel really crap

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: ?

other information: princess of hell/darkness

character nine

their world: a traditional fairy world, mushrooms, tiny in perspective, but it’s in the real world so everything is actually just really oversized and their homes will frequently be destroyed by humans or animals thinking it’s just regular nature

what they want or need: ?

special ability/skill: flying, good magic, helpful

external problem: ?

internal problem: ?

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: ?

character ten

their world: an alternate earth where there is a specific area of different cities for crime and everyone knows it is a large part of everyday life but also pretends it doesn’t exist and acts oblivious all the time

what they want or need: to dominate and be the ultimate feared entity of the crime world

special ability/skill: dangerous, smart, cunning, good with guns and at torturing people

external problem: he is second best and must beat the top dog

internal problem: a girl that he is pining over is softening his hard guy exterior and if the opposition find out he will also finally have a weakness to exploit

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: ?

other information: mobs boss, covered in blood, very hot and intriguing

character eleven

their world: he’s from heaven but after a mission on earth he ends up getting himself into an angel trap accidentally which gets rid of his powers, he manages to escape before the hunter shows up but now he’s on a journey through snow, heat, forests and more to try and find his powers and when he fails that a way back to heaven without them

what they want or need: to find his way back to heaven

special ability/skill: angelic powers, flying

external problem: powers are gone and cannot get back to heaven

internal problem: self doubt, fear that he is not good enough etc

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: that his importance is not controlled by the powers he posses but by who he is deep down and the values he holds

character twelve

their world: on an alternate version of earth, a bit more apocalyptic as monsters are starting to take hold but they still remain a secret to humans, well other than the hunters. they never stay in one place, too easy to be tracked so are living out of motels, or empty buildings, or their car

what they want or need: to kill all the monsters and go back to a life that she can live normally

special ability/skill: skilled with multiple weapons, knowledge of different monsters and their weakness etc

external problem: the monsters

internal problem: being in her brothers shadows, dealing with the death of her parents when she was younger

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: ?

character thirteen

their world: a wee cabin in the forest, slightly cutesy as much as he likes to deny it

what they want or need: ?

special ability/skill: werewolf things

external problem: ?

internal problem: ?

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: ?

character fourteen

their world: perfectly sculpted forest, a home made out of the natural environment, yet somehow still perfect, his years of training in the kingdom doing him well in terms of his survival and craftsmanship

what they want or need: to be more intone with nature and get rid of the narcissistic views he has developed from being royalty etc

special ability/skill: survival and craftsmanship skills

external problem: ?

internal problem: narcissism, hatred of his perfect life etc

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: ?

character fifteen

their world: an underground lair, purple or blue kind of aesthetic

what they want or need: to kill those who do wrong

special ability/skill: elf powers

external problem: heaps of people doing shitty things

internal problem: her not liking doing such things and it making her feel awful

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: ?

character sixteen

their world: hell, but ends up on earth

what they want or need: too torture

special ability/skill: demon powers

external problem: hell isn’t enough for her and so she feels the need to kill humans but as soon as she does that everyone turns against her

internal problem: the person she values most in he life thinking badly of her now that she is killing humans but her not being able to control herself

how will they solve this problem: ?

what will they learn: ?

My thoughts: I think quite a few of my characters might be a struggle to create them in enough depth to be successful so my next step to narrow them down is to see if I can figure out some more personality traits and physical features for these characters to see which ones I would be able to expand on and which ones need to go

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Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #48

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. Also follow @maychorianrecs for individually tagged posts, the easier to search and reblog. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

Why it sucks to be a snake in space by EboniObsydian for polarspaz Words: 31,825 (8/?) Author’s Summary: It had been a month since the transformations, since the ill trip through an electrical storm transformed the humans into creatures of myth - Shiro became a dragon, Hunk became a troll, Lance became a centaur, Keith became a naga, and Pidge became a gorgon - and there were still things and quirks to get used to. Even so, the castle floors were still cold and slick and Lance still slipped on them when he was unawares. Shiro still scared the heebeegeebeez out of everyone with smoke occasionally emitting from his nose and mouth and his icy touch, Pidge still didn’t dare remove her blindfold around anyone and Hunk still lurked indoors during light hours when planetside. Between him and Shiro though, no one knew whose hoard was bigger. Alternatively titled “Myths in a Space Castle" — Inspired by @polarspaz’s Snakes & Horses AU where Keith is a Naga and Lance is a Centaur. Not strictly adhereing to the AU since Shiro is a chuvash dragon instead of a vampire and Pidge uses female pronouns. Updates sporadically.now you can find me on tumblr! @bucketoffudgeinamuffin My Comments: This is such a FUN fic. It reminds me of a survival fic where characters have to deal with a new and crazy situation and learn how to survive and find food and build a fire and all that. The mythical creatures the paladins turn into are all very fun and interesting and fitting, and the way they have to adapt is so well thought-out and fascinating to read. I’m really enjoying this, and I’m really looking forward to more. This one sucked me in, for sure. The Keith and Lance friendship is especially good, but no one is neglected.

When You Are Alone by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) Words: 26,355 Author’s Summary: 5 times Shiro and Ryou disagreed. Updates every other day. My Comments: Part of an excellent, wonderful series in which “Kuron” is redeemed by Team Voltron and stays on as Shiro’s twin, Ryou. This entry is a great exploration of both characters learning to adapt to the changes and exploring their own personalities. Humor, angst, comfort, deep conversations, everything I like in fanfic is there. It’s so good.

humility by bobtheacorn Words: 1,446 Author’s Summary: “Before I turn this on,” Pidge begins, “I’d like to just go on the record and say that Hunk is hands down the best member of this team.” “Seconded,” Lance says without hesitation.Pidge continues, “And his tireless contributions to the emotional well being of his fellow paladins is commendable and beyond reproach. If I had a medal, I would give it to you, Hunk. As a matter of fact, I’m making you one first thing tomorrow.” “Stop, you guys,” Hunk says, and whether he’s feigning being emotional or it’s genuine is hard to say. He’s fanning a hand in front of his face, blinking at the ceiling. His voice is a little choked, “Man, I said I wouldn’t cry.” Keith is sitting beside him on the couch with his arms crossed, bewildered by the formalities. //Keith doesn’t know anything about video games. Outrage ensues. My Comments: This is so cute and funny and adorable. Love these kids hanging out and having fun.

CUPS by SerenePhenix Words: 4,385 Author’s Summary: Coran was willing to sacrifice far more than just his wellbeing for the sake of these young people in his care. Anything to ensure that they could win this war. Anything to ensure they did not have to worry about something like making an alliance. My Comments: When you find a good hurt!Coran fic, you gotta hold on to it, because it’s rare and precious like a jewel. This is great, though of course Coran is kind of an idiot for not just telling someone. But of course he has to be strong. For all the kids. Sigh.

Exploration by luoup (ravenic) Words: 1,573 Author’s Summary: Day 4 Prompt 2: Exploration Shiro & Lance&Hunk: going somewhere new and interesting and fun My Comments: What a great trio! It’s so nice to see them hanging out and chilling and enjoying a cool area. Fun, relaxing read.

in the places where it is soft and quiet by kingwise Words: 2,807 Author’s Summary: Pidge found this rose quartz room one day while exploring what would be her new home. She didn’t quite want to call it that though. Home was rumbling laughter, round glasses, and the smell of frozen peas heating in the microwave. And now, the only thing she had left were the glasses. (When she wore them, it felt like back when she played dress up with Matt. They were a burning memory she clung stubbornly to.) or, where pidge feels terribly sad and misses her family, and lance tries to help in the end (takes place pre-s4) My Comments: Love Lance being such a sweetheart with sad Pidge. Always good to have more of those two.

Sugar Cookies by Gootbuttheichou Words: 2,538 Author’s Summary: Lance is more than thrilled to be attending the Galaxy Garrison in order to become the world’s best pilot; however, he didn’t expect there would be so much studying to do. Luckily, his roommate Hunk is happy to study with him, and happy to bake treats when his friend is gloomy from studying. My Comments: Aw, sweet boys. Hunk is such a good friend. I want them to be roommates in canon so bad, but for now at least I have fics.

Fever Can Wait by oldmythologies Words: 2,138 Author’s Summary: Prompt fill: “Hey there! Can I request a sickfic where Shiro gets a fever so high he starts babbling and gets disoriented. Maybe he gets a cold bath before it gets worse? :O” from crazy-indigo-child on tumblr. My Comments: Really sweet sickfic with delirious Shiro and gentle Keith. Hits the spot.

Fireworks by AmnesiaticRoses Words: 7,397 Author’s Summary: Voltron is treated to a victory party – a planet-wide one. But not all of the locals are celebrating, and are instead looking to exploit the party as the paladins let their guards down. Written from prompts provided from Grimkohai, technically using the one for the third week of October – “Festival” – but if I don’t get this out of my hands I’m going to tweak it into a mess. My Comments: This is an EXCELLENT fic, and the fact that my comment is the only one is an absolute travesty. The action, characterization, and worldbuilding are all fantastic. It feels like an adventure in a place you’ve never been but would like to visit someday. The paladins are all smart and competent, but special spotlight on Lance for being smart and brave while concussed and captured. It’s so good, you guys. Read this fic. Comment. It deserves more love.

as the lion loves the lamb by Demenior Words: 3,986 Author’s Summary: The Lions are powerful, ancient machines that have existed for eons. To be chosen by them is an honor only few have, for they pick only the greatest of heroes to serve them. But to serve a Lion is a life sentence. And a Paladins life is always a short one. The Lions are hungry. My Comments: Seriously horrifying take on what the lions are and what they want. This creeped me out, and it’s pretty rare for words on a page to do that. Excellent stuff.

Cold As Ice (With No Sign Of Life) by PastelClark Words: 1,826 Author’s Summary: It is a dark, terrible thing that only crawls to the surface, like frost over metal, when she is alone. When she feels her paladin go with one of her siblings somewhere far away enough that her hold over the bond fuzzes and fades out, flat-lining into the barest of sensations, and she is left with only herself. And she must be broken, she decides, to feel this way—because she is a leg, meant to be stable and secure and strong, as she has known from the beginning of her creation. Legs do not get paranoid, or frightened, or…or lonely. But she does. When her paladin leaves, the cold sets in. And the cold, it is nothing but lonely. My Comments: Angsty little Blue POV on losing Lance. It hurts.

Chamomile Tea by SerenePhenix Words: 3,937 Author’s Summary: Deciding what’s best for oneself is never easy and just a long process of trial and error. OR: Pidge fucked up and Shiro’s there to help. My Comments: Part of a series, a modern AU where the paladins are roommates and take care of each other. So here’s Shiro taking care of Pidge. Lovely.

Light of the Galaxy by thekingoftrash Words: 5,308 Author’s Summary: Sometimes, it’s the aftermath of freeing a planet that gets you. OR Shiro’s hurt, Hunk’s helpful, and Lance and Keith argue over the proper grammar usage of quiznak. My Comments: Hurt Shiro, supportive team, what else can you ask for?

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This by tymedfire for mssstilinski Words: 3,172 Author’s Summary: Lance gets Earth music again. My Comments: Cute fic with the team appreciating dancer!Lance.

Nose Knows by sedna_mode Words: 1,861 Author’s Summary: Following a one-off comment from Hunk about how good his sense of smell is, the team devise a challenge to test him. The only thing is they… forgot to involve Hunk himself. Good thing he’s always up for a challenge, and Hunk is good.And he knows it. My Comments: Absolutely perfect fic based on a preview from one of the comics. I love this view of Hunk and the team.

Made of Stardust by itsthevoid Words: 3,819 Author’s Summary: Altea was destroyed long ago, and since then, Allura hasn’t had a planet to call her home, not even Earth. This doesn’t mean that she’s homeless. My Comments: Really lovely futurefic in which all of Team Voltron gets to go home, even if it isn’t what they expected. I loved the conclusion.

Spring Gifts by wingedflower Words: 3,535 Author’s Summary: Lance is always homesick, but some days are harder than others. Especially this day, when he would give anything in the universe to be back on Earth with his family. For the time being, his space family will have to do. But maybe it’s not so bad after all. My Comments: I adore the way everyone was so supportive of Lance once they realized he was having a rough time, emotionally. They treated his sadness like a wound, something that deserved to be acknowledged and cared for, and they were all willing to drop everything to do it. Just lovely.

Siren’s Curse by Internal_Screaming Words: 2,051 (½) Author’s Summary: Galra are slowly taking over the kingdom, only a few villages stand against the empire, and even those are disappearing quickly.Pidge remembers the day they took her family, and every day since, she had tried to find a way to get to them. Then her answer comes, as she finds Shiro during a storm. She believes this may be her chance to get on land and find her lost family.Galra are a specific race on earth, mermaids and sirens are different species and believed to be myths. Pirates roam the seas and are known to either give no shits about the war against the Galra or have chosen a side. Usually the side being that of the Galra. My Comments: Really cute fantasy AU with mermaids, sirens, humans, and pirates. Fun read, and I’m looking forward to more.

Survivor’s Guilt by Agapostemon Words: 8,281 Author’s Summary: “What were you doing at my house in pajamas this morning?” Shiro groans.“Oh, uh…” Matt stammers, “Y-your boss called me? You didn’t show up to work, and she was worried. And then I got worried, because… your texts last night were a little scary to begin with, but then you didn’t show up to work? Anyways, I drove over to check on you, and your door was unlocked, so…” he gestures vaguely. My Comments: Modern AU in which Matt supports Shiro through PTSD, depression, and a suicide attempt. It’s pretty dark, but with a hopeful ending. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

stillness by bobtheacorn Words: 3,088 Author’s Summary: “You’re all too young to really understand the nuances of Pac man,” Shiro says, trying to get a rise out of them, though it backfires.“Vintage is cool, Shiro.” “Yeah, old things are in! Why do you think we have so much respect for you?” “Oohoho! Pidge!!” //Coran finds something interesting on the scanners and takes everyone on a detour for some well-deserved rest and reflection. My Comments: It’s so nice to see the Voltron crew just hanging out and enjoying each other’s company. Fun, relaxing read.

Lost in Translation by EdgarAllenPoet Words: 22,178 Author’s Summary: “Keith shook his head, not knowing how to communicate that he didn’t understand him. Kolivan’s face turned to stone.” My Comments: Keith accidentally goes to an alternate universe and runs into a BoM where no one understands him, and when they do, they don’t believe him. It’s brutal, especially if you’ve read the other fics in this story where Kolivan and Antok are father figures to Keith. Very intense read, I couldn’t stop once I started.

Kiss From a Rose by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) Words: 14,176 Author’s Summary: 5 times Shiro got kisses from the team, and one time he returned them My Comments: Absolutely adorable fic, notwithstanding some pain and suffering along the way. All of the platonic kisses were incredibly sweet and cute, and the ending was ridiculously satisfying.

Casting Shadows by BlackFriar Words: 74,777 Author’s Summary: An encounter with an ancient creature leaves Keith a child and Shiro reliving the past. While searching for a way to get their red paladin back, the team uncover a connection between a savage race of aliens and one of the universe’s oldest mysteries…and learn the past is never truly behind anyone. My Comments: This is an absolutely home run of a fic. Intense and horrific at times, but a thrill ride. It weaves together past and present in a great way. This is not a cute, fluffy deaged fic, though. Young Keith is terrified, for good reason, and that never really goes away, though the ending is perfectly satisfying. There’s also a lot about past child abuse that gets really awful at times, and the enemies in this fic are particularly disgusting (think the Reavers from Firefly/Serenity). Warnings aside, though, this is a fantastic fic. Plot, characterization, and worldbuilding are all spot-on. I really enjoyed it.

Muzzled by Emls479 Words: 5,181 Author’s Summary: The blade of Marmora aren’t the only ones with time altering technology. Days on the outside can be months within. Keith finds this out a little too late. My Comments: Holy crap, poor Keith. This was brutal, most especially because from his perspective, he was abandoned by his team, even while they were doing everything they could to rescue him. The comfort at the end was very good, but oh man, Keith goes through some awful stuff in this one.

If It Helps You Breathe by LynnLarsh Words: 5,632 Author’s Summary: A bad night with alien liquor puts Lance in a headspace he’s spent years trying to get out of. It’s a downward spiral that he eventually realizes he needs help dealing with.Trigger warning for self harm. The tags are important on this one. Please tread carefully. My Comments: Warning for self harm, so mind the tags. I really appreciate that Lance sought help on his own, eventually, because I know how hard that is. The hurt/comfort is good, and it’s realistic about how hard it is to deal with issues like this.

Grey by Skiewrites Words: 4,281 Author’s Summary: Grey is a secondary quintessence, made of Black and White quintessences. It represents the movement and manipulation of quintessence from one host to either another host or outside the host in an unnatural form. The most common use for Grey quintessence is during attacks in the form of lightning bolts. The physical representation of Grey quintessence is storm. Lance learns a lot from his family during his childhood, ranging from him being an alien and about the species that destroyed his home planet 10,000 years ago, to the legends of Voltron and the quintessence they use to protect the lion they’re currently hiding with.It’s a shame he never really said goodbye. My Comments: Really interesting twist on the concept of Altean Lance, with great worldbuilding and family interactions. I’d be interested to read more in this ‘verse.

Honest Work by juniperallura Words: 1,365 Author’s Summary: Based on my random HC that Shiro likes to garden because it’s peaceful and dear god someone give that man some rest My Comments: A relaxing little fic with Shiro getting some satisfaction from working with his hands.

cutthroat by buttered_onions Words: 1,363 Author’s Summary: Lance volunteers.(A Voltron/Hunger Games AU.) My Comments: Another amazing AU from buttered_onions, though Hunger Games scenarios always make me sick. There’s going to be more, but this is already brilliant.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

Shadows of Stars (33466 words) Coran's Guide to the Care and Keeping of Earthling Humans (37525 words)

#voltron legendary defender #fic rec #weekly voltron fic recs #vldgen

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