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charliedawn · 2 months

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Hey this is some stupid fear I have but how would some slasher ( whoever you want. ) React to a nurse who is young like in 20s and isn't scared at dying at a young age or isn't scared of dying like any time, but it's scared to grow up? It's really a stupid fear I have personal.

P.S you don't need to do it tho.

( sorry for the bad Grammer, English is my second language. )

Pennywise:

"Yeah. Growing up is scary, kid. I won’t lie to you. But, guess what ? It is part of the process." Pennywise hesitated before patting your head. "Cheer up. Being mortal isn’t all that bad. Living forever is a bore honestly."

Pennywise’s throat tightened as he realised that you would grow up. He knew it was a process and that in the blink of an eye…You would be gone. He waited a few seconds before surprising you by pulling you into a hug. Your eyes widened as you realised that he was shaking.

"Pennywise…" You uttered in a whisper before sighing and hugging him back.

He didn’t say anything. Truth was ? He was scared too. But, he didn’t want to tell you with words. So, he hugged you and hoped you’d understand that he was scared too…but that he was happy that whatever little life you had left, he’d be right next to you until the end.

Penny:

Penny lost so many people in his life that he asked Pennywise to erase his memories of the people he used to love. When you shared your fears with him however, he tilted his head and seemed to ponder on it for a moment before shrugging.

"I could make you live forever. Would you be happier if I did ? Make you immortal ?"

You started thinking about it.

Living forever ? You smiled sadly and shook your head negatively.

"Thank you, Penny. But…I don’t think I would like to live forever. Life is meant to be precious…It is not meant to go on forever."

Penny tilted his head and looked puzzled, but he didn’t say anything. It was odd. He had never seen his life as precious when he was alive. But yours ? His jaw twitched slightly. Yours. He valued.

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent is an artist. He sees beauty in everything.

When he heard that you were scared of growing up, he just started taking as many pictures as he could of you and showed them to you. He then told you in sign language that you’d live forever—in his camera.

And that if you were scared ? Well, you just had to look at the photos and remember that that was how he would remember you forever. He then started stroking your hair and pressed his forehead against yours to calm you down.

Vincent knew he would eventually have to say goodbye.

But, to him ?

You would always remain a masterpiece.

Five Hargreeves:

"Growing up is scary. But, being stuck as a child is even worse. Children never get heard. I would know. I was a child. Twice."

He said and looked down. So many years spent in solitude. So many years wasted. He lived for decades and yet, Five never thought that he was truly alive. He was feeling better with his siblings, but he never actually had any moment in his life that he could say that he felt like he was enough or enough. Sometimes, he even wondered if the world would have been better without him.

It was only when he was admitted in St Louis that he realised he wanted to be something more and make his life a good one. It wasn’t until he met…you.

He looked at you and smiled.

"You gave me a life. And even when you get older and start forgetting about how you changed everything for me, I’ll be there to remind you. Every single day."

Jason Voorhees:

Jason never had a real childhood. He was bullied as a kid and his overprotective mother never allowed him to get out of her sight. When she died, he had no one to look after him and felt lost and lonely. He tried to reach out to people, but he could never create attachment with anyone.

So, he just kept killing and making sure people stayed away, because it was better than to get hurt.

And then, he met you.

He started caring for you more than he’d care to admit and soon enough, he wasn’t feeling as lonely anymore.

Jason *hugs you tightly*

Jason started looking up to you and even though he was also afraid of what will happen when you get too old to keep him company, he still wanted to keep you close to him—no matter how sad he would be once he would have to say goodbye.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms looked at you and shook his head—as if he didn’t believe you.

"Y/N…Never going to grow old. Will stay young forever. Young forever with Brahms."

He hugged you and closed his eyes.

Deep down, he knew that you’d eventually grow old and disappear. But, in his mind ? You’d always be perfect. No matter how old you get or how afraid you get.

Brahms : "Don’t worry, Y/N. Brahms is here. Brahms will stay with you…"

He held back tears and just hugged you tighter.

Norman Bates:

Norman: "…Darling. Listen to me. I am the oldest slasher to have ever existed. I was born in 1932. I am old. Very old. But…I would give up a whole eternity just to be with you. So, it is not about having a long life, but a good one. A worthy life. And just meeting you made mine worth it. And if I was to die tomorrow ? I can say…I lived a good life." He smiled and stroked your cheek affectionately with his forefinger. "You should do the same. Stop worrying about when your time is gonna run out or because of the few wrinkles on your face. Just remember to have fun and enjoy your life. Take the advice of a man who’s seen it all."

He then put down a tray on the table.

"Now, tea ?"

Jack Torrance:

"Old ? Ah. Don’t you worry, sweetheart. You’ll be one hell of a cute old lady, if you get there." Jack never got the chance to grow old. He secretly misses being alive. He would have loved to grow old with his family and be a father to Danny. But, he never got there. He died—frozen and alone. He then came back as some sort of ghost who feeds on fear. So, no. Growing old isn’t something he would find scary, or losing you. Because he knows that when you do grow old and eventually leave this world, you will go to a nice place—unlike him. And if you don’t ? Well, you’d be trapped with him. Either way, he knows you’ll be alright. So, he isn’t worried.

"You’ll be fine. I know it. Now, stop worrying and come have a drink with me."

Hannibal Jr.:

"You will always be a Hannibal in my eyes. No matter how old or wrinkled you get…You will always be my beloved daughter." Hannibal Jr. told you when you shared your fears with him. He stroked your cheeks and smiled. "Always."

You smiled at him and hugged him tightly. He returned your hug and whispered in your ear.

"You will always be part of this family." He then kissed your forehead. "No matter what."

Ghostface (Eddie Munson):

"…Don’t worry. We will grow old together. It will be less lonely." Ghostface told you and smiled at you. Unlike the other slashers, Ghostface can grow old. He is not exactly a slasher. It is more of a multitude of people taking the role with time. Eddie won’t be Ghostface forever. Once his mission over, he will start growing old as well until he just gives his mask to someone new.

Ghostface *scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders* : "I bet we will be the coolest old people ever…" *smiles*

#pennywise x reader #pennywise 2017 #pennywise 1990 #vincent sinclair x reader #five hargreeves x reader #jason voorhes x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #norman bates x reader #jack torrance x reader #hannibal jr #hannibal x reader #ghostface eddie munson

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mountingpulisic · 1 year

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YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?

part one

tequila had always been your choice of alcohol when you wanted to forget. each shot representing a memory of yours that you wish you could erase from your brain.

one for the look on christian’s face when you whispered those three little words.

one for how quickly he had gotten dressed and sped out of your flat.

one for the heartbreak that came along with the silence after the door closed.

you weren’t blind, you had noticed him the second he came in following behind ben and mason. the three stooges, you used to call them.

your eyes scanned over his club attire, mentally cursing yourself on how no matter how much you hated him right now, he still could cause your heart to flutter.

you didn't know exactly when you started to fall for the former german player, had it been when the two of you binge watched gilmore girls and he agreed with you that logan was the better option for rory?

was it when he showed up with a bag of nando’s when you absentmindedly told him you had been craving it since the arrival of your period?

or was it that night at kai’s dinner party where he told your group of friends during a game of fuck, marry, kill that he’d marry you in a heartbeat. saying you were the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on.

you are positive that is what did it for you.

not wanting to be faced with the constant reminder of your failed situationship, you turned your attention to the stranger next to you and struck up a conversation.

an hour had passed and you found yourself genuinely liking the company you were keeping. his name was henry and he had just recently moved to england for his job. having to leave his boyfriend of three years behind in france, resulting in a break up.

“enough about me, y/n. tell me something about you.” henry said, getting slightly annoyed at how much he had talked in the past hour.

“what would you like to know?” you asked, bringing the drink you were nursing to your lips. you had pushed closer to henry since the area you two were occupying was quickly getting filled, leaving little to no space. you were basically on the man’s lap at this point, not that he minded, there clearly wasn’t going to be any blood rushing down there anyways.

“I don't know, i already know what you do for a living, how many siblings you have, what you majored in uni. however, you still haven’t brought up your love life.”

you were hoping henry hadn’t noticed how you were purposely avoiding the topic when getting to know each other. how were you going to explain to a stranger how you stupidly agreed to a friends with benefits situation with your neighbor only to have broken the one rule set before the mutual agreement.

luckily for you, you had been interrupted.

unluckily for henry, he was suddenly pulled up from behind by his collar and thrown into the nearest wall.

the five ten midfielder was seeing red by the time his fifth drink circulated through his blood stream, eyes never leaving the scene that unfolded in front of him as you flirted with the man. Christian was content in his own personal bubble of anger until he saw you move closer to sit in the bastard's lap.

that’s when the bubble popped.

mason and ben hurriedly flocked to christian’s side trying to pry him off of the shellshocked blonde.

“are you fucking delirious, man? trying to make a move on my girl?” christian screamed in henry’s face. the two mens strength combined was not enough to get him to loosen his grip on henry’s collar.

you sat there frozen, digesting the scene that was unfolding in front of you, henry’s eyes sending you a pleading look to help him.

“christian, what the actual fuck.” he seriously could not be causing a scene in the middle of the club right now, embarrassing not only you but himself as well. However, christian didn’t give a rats ass if he looked crazy as of this moment, because right now he was pissed.

right now, there was nothing more he wanted to do than rip henry’s head off his shoulders. muffled shouts and hands grabbed his shirt trying to get a hold of him to pry him off the poor guy. any minute now security was going to come and kick all five of you out.

and that’s exactly what happened as you sat on the curb with henry’s waiting for your uber. hands covering your face as you practiced your speech that you were going to deliver to christian after henry was safely in the car.

apologizing once again, you sent henry off and started making your way towards the three stooges who were leaning on a wall a few feet away from the club exit. noticing you approaching rather quickly considering the fact you were in heels, ben and mason knew they had to act quick.

being the good friends that they were, quickly dividing trying to keep space between yourself and christian. ben consumed you in his arms as he fought off your hands trying to push past him to the dimpled boy as mason stood like a brick wall shielding christian from you.

“you have to be fucking kidding me right now, what was that?!” you shout, looking around at the three men, waiting for an explanation.

final part

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic x reader

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atlasdoe · 11 months

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I have been thinking many thoughts about the love of my life Hope Lupin so here’s a little piece of my brain surrounding her

also for context this is part of my cannon-compliant series where Hope and Lyall separated and Hope got together with Paris who is Dorcas Meadowes mother making Dorcas and Remus step siblings (Dorcas and Remus also have an older sibling each. Dorcas has an older sister called Dawn and Remus has an older brother called Romulus)

I imagine this happened around the Prank just after Hope was a little rude to Poppy because she’s jealous of how Poppy is able to take care of Remus Once Poppy had left, Paris turned to Hope, her voice was firm as she spoke. “Hope, that was rude. She’s one of the biggest factors for Remus’ health. She should be praised not dismissed!”

Hopes face didn’t change. She paced up and down the room with her arms crossed. “I don’t care what she's done. She can’t talk about my boy as if he’s hers. I won’t allow it.”

“She’s not taking him away,” Paris argued. “I know that you sometimes get insecure-”

“Insecure?”

“Yes, Hope. You get insecure over the fact that you’re new to this world. But it’s no excuse to treat Poppy like that. You wouldn’t treat a Muggle doctor like that.”

“A Muggle doctor wouldn’t treat my son as if he’s her own,” Hope said, taking a break from her pacing as tears formed in her eyes. “A Muggle doctor wouldn’t see my son more than I do.”

Paris sighed at the sight. Her face dropped slightly, her eyes becoming softer. It was a look that she often got when the subject of the wizarding world came into play.

Hope had read many fantasy books when she was a young girl. She had selves upon selves of different worlds and being and adventures that she could explore at the tip of her finger. When she would speak to her friends about books they would speak of how jealous they were of the characters that got to live in those worlds. They wished that they were Dorothy or Alice or Wendy. They wanted to be taken on their own journeys and live in those nonsense worlds.

Hope didn’t. She didn’t want to be the main character of any of those stories because each of those characters all had one thing in common and that was the act that they were new to the world.

Dorothy, Alice and Wendy had never stepped foot in Oz, Wonderland or Neverland before the first chapter had begun. They were finding everything out as the reader was and throughout their time in the made-up worlds, their oddness and lack of familiarity were known by every other character in the books. Hope never wanted to be the odd one out. She didn’t want Peter Pan to take her somewhere she had never been before. If she was going to have magic in her life she wanted it from birth. She wanted to be one of the lucky few that got to know things that others didn’t. She didn’t want to be the fish out of water.

When Lyall told her about the Wizarding World her heart sank. So there was a secret world; she just was never part of it.

When Hope asked Lyall about what would happen if they were to ever break up he was honest.

“He said that he would have to erase my memory! So not only am I not fully a part of this fantasy but my involvement in it all together is limited to who I’m dating!” she ranted to Paris mere hours after Lyall had confessed.

Paris watched as Hope paced, sipping her cup of tea quietly. “Well considering your first reaction to this was to tell me everything I wouldn’t be trusting you to keep any of that secret either.”

Hope rolled her eyes, “Well I had to tell you, he should’ve known that,” she said. “If we ever do breakup then I’ll let him know that he’ll have to erase your memory too. I’m not letting you remember all of this while I’ll forget.”

Paris’ face went funny as she slowly lowered her mug. “Yeah… That won’t be necessary,” she said in a shaky voice.

Hope stopped. “What do you mean?”

“Remember how I told you that Lyall and I went to school together?”

“Yes,” Hope answered, feeling her heart rate pick up as Paris spoke.

Paris let out a shaky laugh. “It wasn’t exactly a normal school.”

And that’s how Hope found out that not only was her best friend also magic and keeping secrets from her but that there was an entire school filled with witches and wizards. It was how Hope found out that unknowingly coming across someone from this world wasn’t as uncommon as she thought it might’ve been.

“No. I don’t believe you. There is no way that the woman who works in the chippy is a witch!”

“She is!” Paris laughed. “She was three years above me and Lyall in school.”

��Were all of your school friends wizards?”

Paris nodded. “Every wizard in the UK and Ireland go to the same school pretty much. It’s called Hogwarts.”

Hope, who at this point in the conversation was now sat down, rested her chin in her palms. “So every wizard in Wales, England, Scotland, Northan Ireland and the Republic of Ireland all went to the same school?”

“Yep. It’s in Scotland.”

Hope sighed. “That sounds fucking awful.”

Paris laughed. “You have no idea.”

Hope lowered her arms and folded them into herself. “Is magic genetic?” she asked.

Paris shrugged. “Depends. It’s pretty political but there are certain types of blood you can be,” she said, making quotation marks with her hands as she said types of blood. “But in general the answer is yes. Though Muggles can give birth to wizards and wizards can give birth to Muggles, or Squibs. That’s what we call people who don't have magic when their relatives do.”

Hope listened to all of this carefully. “What’s the possibility of mine and Lyall’s children being magic?”

“Pretty big,” Paris told her. “More likely than them not being magic I reckon.”

“Will they-” she hesitated. “If we do have kids and we then break up. Will they be taken away from me? Will my memory still get wiped?”

“No,” Paris answered immediately. “Once you have kids with magic that's it, you're in for life.”

“Oh,” Hope replied dryly. “Is that all?”

When she allowed herself to look back at Paris she was wearing that look on her face for the first time ever. “Hope it’s just luck. It has nothing to do with anything else. And besides,” she took her hand from across the table, “If you and Lyall do break up, I won’t let him obliviate you. You’re important to me and that’s enough.”

There was no doubt in Hope's mind that Paris was telling the truth, yet Hope could never let herself feel comfortable in the Wizarding World. While Paris and Lyall freely started using magic in front of her Hope realised that they didn’t quite know how to live without their wands in their hands. Neither of them even knew how to use basic cleaning supplies, and every time Hope had insisted on doing things the normal way they had laughed with amusement and told her that magic was much easier.

Easier it might be; but Hope refused to allow herself to become reliant on it. Magic would always be in their lives, but one simple spell could take it away from her forever.

Luckily, the time for Hope to be obliviated never came. Only two months later Lyall proposed and Hope accepted with the added news that she was pregnant. Nine months after that and they had Romulus, then Remus came seven years later on their ten-month wedding anniversary. By this point, Paris had married Dominick and Dawn and Dorcas had also been born. All four of the children showed early signs of magic and sixteen years later Hope still couldn’t figure out if she was happy about it or not.

“Hope,” Paris breathed, taking her hand and leading her into the seat next to her, “This has nothing to do with you. If you were a witch you wouldn’t be any closer to understanding this. Look at Lyall; Look at me. We both grew up with magic and yet we were prejudiced against werewolves. None of us are above Poppy’s help, but we’re trying our hardest and we’re all loving him and taking care of him the best way that we can. That’s all Remus and Romulus and Dawn and Dorcas need from us. No different to any Muggle parents.”

Hope sighed. “I know. I just feel so helpless sometimes. They keep going places where I can’t follow them and now it’s getting in the way of protecting them.”

“Hope…”

“I’ve never been able to protect them. Children are supposed to think of their mothers as magic. They’re supposed to think that our kisses really make their injuries better and that we can find anything that they lose in a heartbeat. But I’m so obviously normal to them. After the moons, it's Lyall who heals Remus while all I can do is just watch and wait until I can hold him without hurting him any worse.”

Paris squeezed her hand, “I know it's hard.”

“I can’t even see the school that they go to. I don’t know what Quidditch is or how hard certain spells are or anything. Their teachers see them more than I do, they’re all going to marry wizards and have wizarding careers and I will always be just… this.”

Paris’ voice was firm. “Hope you are the best mother I have ever known. You don’t understand this world as much as the rest of us but the boys know that and yet Romulus will still invite you to every one of his Quidditch games even if you don’t understand the rules.”

“Remus spends the full moons with his friends-”

“Remus comes straight home afterwards and lets Lyall go over any injuries and lets you smother him until he can’t breathe. That’s just as important.” When Hope rolled her eyes slightly (lovingly) Paris pulled her in closer, until their faces were inches apart. “We are surrounded by wizards every day, that’s normal for us. But you? You manage to do everything we can do and more without a stick in your hand. You don’t have magic, you are magic. That’s why we’re all so attached to you.”

Hope curled her lips as Paris talked. “You’re such a sap,” she teased. “But you're right. I’ll apologise to Poppy in a bit I just need a moment.”

Paris’ smile was soft. “Take as long as you need. We have all the time in the world.”

#Harry Potter #the marauders #the marauders era #hope lupin #hope howell #lyall lupin #Remus Lupin #dorcas meadowes #wolfstar #my writing

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randomnameless · 2 years

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The summer saga continues!

I think you forgot the 2/2 message, anon, but since it’s always the same reheated canned ravioli salad, I think I can live without it.

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Alm would likely side with Supreme Leader

I do not think so, Alm chose the conqueror path, but when it costs him his douche dad and douche cousin, he reconsiders and laments about this path being worthless.

Alm accepts Celica’s love and point of view about the others, and accepts to fulfill Mila’s last request, instead of erasing Duma because his ears are not round or to make a “world for humanity”.

And rhea is like dumas and mila trying to control humanity dumas is responsible for the humans behavior

Duma is responsible for Lima, Desaix, and Berkut “silence woman”‘s behaviour? Are those people just meatsuits with no agency, mindbroken to revert to their 12 years old state when the consequences of their actions are going to hit them, or do they die/suffer accordingly because of what they did, from their own volition?

Is Duma also responsible for Tatiana forgetting bread in the over or not ? Or Alm eating raw flour?

Duma’n’Mila were not “trying to control” humanity as, for Mila at least, we saw her chillaxing in her temple, eating apples and playing with her nuns.

Duma isn’t the one sitting in castle Rigel, being the Emperor and ordering his nephew to hunt a bunch of peasants, nope. Mila and Duma provided humanity their “teachings” and “blessings”, what humans did (or not) with them is not their problem.

rather than naga who leaves humanity alone except In time of need

Make your mind (unless there are several anons with spelling issues?), Naga BaD bcs she doesn’t interact with humanity, but Duma’n’Mila BaD because they do?

In any case, Mila confesses they have been wrong, their desire to guide humanity was genuine and true : they wanted to help.

dragons calling themselves a god is a sign of a fallen dragon

IIRC, only a few of them do this, from memory, capslock Grima, Duma in his Hero quote (when you summon him!) and... ? That’s all? Maybe Worst Mom, if you consider her to be a dragon.

However, why calling themselves Gods is a sign of being “fallen”? It can be considered a form of arrogance, but being arrogant doesn’t mean being fallen (fallen as understood in the FE series’s sense!). Shinon is arrogant, Flamey is arrogant, hell, even Ike might sound arrogant at times - they’re not fallen?

And even outside of the FE series... Is the old Namekian in the DB series refered as “Kami” fallen, because, well, he calls himself a God? What about Kaioshin ? Are they fallen too?

it seems you tried to put responsibility out of the behavior of the dragons they aren’t all evil but an antagonist dragon and. Dragons starting problems leading to humans escalated into bad behavior was a trend which got

Cutting it here because for whoever’s sake, don’t put a dot in the middle of a sentence !

Evened out in games like fate.

Fates is, from memory, the only instance where a dragon goes “mad” and humans suffer in consequence - without prior human intervention (Echoes retconned Gaiden by turning Mila’n’Duma in dragons and their madness was induced for, uh, reasons, because Duma left before Naga developed the dragon stone technology? And, uh, no one thought it would be a good idea to tell the pair of siblings to turn in manaketes to avoid degeneration?)

Archanea, Magvel, Elibe, Tellius, even arguably, Fodlan...

The ones who “start the problem” leading to escalation are always humans.

Rheas actions were a problem her control over humanity was a problem her

Tl; Dr : Rhea is a problem?

I don’t know if you were lured by the NoA lolcalisation campaign, but the Church of Seiros, thus Rhea, never “controlled” the continent.

The CoS had some influence at one point, yes, but that influence didn’t mean zilch when the Emperor could butt out their branch from the Empire, or when one of their branches periodically tries to assassinate the Archbishop - hell, Nopes even lampshades it in Golden Shower : no one in the Alliance gives a fuck about the Church of Seiros.

Much like Deghinsea who was dealt with a shitty hand, Rhea’s options were either to condemn the descendants of the Elite to be Marianne’d and putting a giant target on her own back if she revealed the truth about Crests - or to cook up a lie that, despite her own efforts, would have, anyways, created some sort of social disparity between humans.

Bob Blaiddyd can lift a cart with his pinky, Joe the Carpenter cannot.

Louis Hevring can heal a broken hand by blinking. Maggie the Fisher cannot.

Even if Rhea didn’t say “Crests are blessings from the Goddess”, crested people would be more “special” and powerful than crestless people.

being a victim of genocide was not an issue rhea doing some nice things like Cyril doesn’t negate the fact she did need to be removed

But what if the people advocating for her “removal” uses the exact same arguments used to genocide her people?

Like, “she’s a beast”, “she can’t have power over us”, etc etc?

Of course, one good action doesn’t erase 55 bad ones - but what are those bad ones? And can they “erase” the 55 good ones she did?

It’s also very telling that even when Rhea is “removed”, the game(s) never tackles the issues she had to deal with her bad hand - are they going to reveal to the world what crests are? What Relics are? Are they going to paint Supreme Leader in a good light to stop fanning the flames of war, from some people (who??) who want revenge on her behalf?

I will agree with you on one point, punctuation anon.

Rhea indeed needed to be removed, to make the player feel important at the end of each route, which is also the reason why 3 Nopes cannot end with a happily ever after ending.

#anon #replies #fandom woes #summer discourse saga 2022 edition #FE series #I didn't put a lot of puns in this one because i'm losing my flair #I love this gif

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okeanosornamentalgraphics · 9 months

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Splatter Strokes

“Mind explaining to me as to why I had to accompany you for picking out art supplies for Mr. Canson’s class? You’re the one who starts his class tomorrow, not me.”

Aki pouted and fidgeted in his spot, clutching the small collection of drawing pencils of various shapes, sizes, and colors in one hand and a slip of paper in the other. He made yet another nasally grunt, indicating his annoyance to the whole affair. Who still used paper to write a list, anyway? And what was the point of having all these different pencils if they all served the same purpose?

His elder sister resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her sibling’s inquiry, carefully studying the tiny text etched into the pencil’s side. Her eyes picked up a gold plated, “2B” and it joined the small collection in her other hand.

“Did you forget that you start his class tomorrow too?” she retorted with a swift glance at her brother. “You even start his class before me, so why are you complaining? You’ve got to pick out supplies too!”

Aki took a moment to think. He then scoffed with crossed arms, an instinctive gesture to Suna being right once again and his distaste to admit it. Then again, if his memory banks served him right when he permitted, Mr. Canson’s art class was indeed placed in his schedule. Sixth period for him, seventh period for Suna. He envied her, having a class as lax and easy-going as art being the closing class for the school day. He could only imagine how rewarding Fridays were with that kind of schedule.

He attempted to retaliate. “Well, that still doesn’t explain why you had to drag me along! You wanted to nab your supplies all the way here on the far side of town instead of waiting to see if we really need everything on that list!”

His attention dived down onto the elegantly written letters on the page and then came back up in an instant. “Like this, ‘kneaded eraser’ thingie. We’ve already got a bunch of regular erasers at home, so we’re good, right?”

“And why can’t we just share supplies?”

Suna was off in her own little world, subconsciously listening to her brother rant and rave about his expressive dislike of school supply shopping (or any shopping in general that didn’t align with his interests) while simultaneously inspecting the sides of all the pencils she touched. It annoyed her greatly when he went on and on about something important that needed to be taken care of, but at the same time she did agree with one thing her brother was snarling about. This was last-minute. Very last-minute. She couldn’t say she was too surprised however, considering how chaotic the administration’s organization and planning had been recently. She was almost assigned Trigonometry when she should have been given Calculus!

“You can just buy everything we need on that list for class tomorrow and hand them to me,” Suna’s hearing picked up her brother’s monologue. “When my class is over and it’s your turn, you can just meet me by the classroom door and I’ll give the supplies to you. See, it all works out.” A trademark smirk curved its way through Aki’s lips, the same smirk he donned when he thought of an impromptu solution for whatever problem his sister threw at him.

Suna pursed her lips, motioning for him to hand over the wrinkled list and slightly grimacing at the immortal creases on the formerly pristine surface. A crisp line slashed through the last remaining graphite-based item on the list, prompting a content nod of eggplant hair.

“Well,” her tongue clicked. “Think you can manage rushing from Mr. Canson’s studio on the west side of the school on the third floor, to Mrs. Waterhouse’s class on the opposite end of the school on the first floor? All within a five-minute window?”

Now it was Suna’s turn to sneer. The infamous, “I know more than you do, so stop resisting and just admit that I am right,” kind of sneer that overruled Aki’s trademark, “I can make this whole thing work out, trust me,” sneer.

Once again, Suna was right. The leisure time in between each period was brutal. You had enough time for one locker visit to frantically grab what you needed, have a short bathroom break, and be lucky enough to engage in small talk with one of your friends without being at least a couple minutes late. Rushing between classes and making triple sure he had all his materials was taxing on its own. There’s no way he’d be cool doing all the extra running around every day, especially after lunch. Throwing up his hands in defeat and letting out an audible sigh, he surrendered for good.

“Dad gave us each the right amount of money to cover everything. Like you mentioned earlier we may not need everything, but I’m gonna play it safe so we don’t get any more surprises,” Suna included as she reached for a nearby basket to dump her belongings inside. A brief moment of silence passed as her olive irises scanned the list before she passed it to her reluctant brother.

“Here, I’ve already remembered the rest of the items, so you can have it if you’d like. Because this is so last-minute and this store is far from home, I’m taking the liberty of grabbing everything while I’m here. Whether or not you’d like to wait until tomorrow when they go over the list and make a second trip all the way back here after school is your call.”

Aki took back the list in slight awe. “No wonder you’re so much better at tests than I am, you’ve got photographic memory.”

Her heels pivoted across the newly polished floor with a satisfied smile. “I’m going to get the rest of my supplies, shouldn’t take me long. Mini, I trust that you’ll keep my baby brother out of trouble?”

Aki swatted his sister’s hand away in embarrassment as she ruffled the thick chocolate locks of spiked synthetic hair.

“Hey! I do a great job at keeping the city out of trouble, I don’t need a babysitter!”

The tiny sentient robot that resided in Aki’s head crossed his legs and let out a small chuckle of amusement. Serving as Aki’s onboard repair unit and an external conscious drive with independent thought, Mega Mini became Aki’s first line of almost indiscriminate support who flaunted a rather rude and sarcastic sense of humor. What fun was having a best bud if you couldn’t tease them every once in a while?

“Don’t worry ya pretty lil’ head off, M’Lady. I’ll make sure ya itty bitty baby brother doesn’t hurt himself in this big, scary store,” Mini replied, puckering his lips and shifting the tone in his gruff voice.

His remark rewarded him with a fading laugh from Suna and an annoyed grunt from Aki. “Hey, whose side are you on? You’re in my head, so you’re supposed to always agree with me!”

“Oh please. If I wasn’t programmed with a personality and had t’ do everything you say without question, we’d both be screwed,” Mini’s pixel eyes averted.

Aki scoffed. It wasn’t like all his ideas were bad or backfired at the worst of times. Mini made it sound like he wasn’t capable of doing anything on his own. The nerve!

“Are you saying that I can’t function without you? I’ll have you know that I was created before you were, Mini.” He took a finger to jab at his own temple. “I can take care of myself, thank you for asking.”

The tiny robot rolled his eyes as he chuckled. “Ya sure about that, Chief? Didja forget about that fight with Blasto Woman? How she knocked me clean out ya skull? Ya lucky I was able to save yer blue behind from hard crashin’.”

Aki swat both his arms dismissively, the crumpled paper in his grasp fluttering violently. “Aww, whatever. Have it your way, then. I guess I should get going and find all these stupid supplies before Suna finishes up. I’d never hear the end of it from her.”

His chocolate optics veered back down at the abused paper and scanned the remaining uncrossed lines. Brushes, one pack of brushes.

“One pack of brushes,” Aki read. “That shouldn’t be so hard.”

Mini continued to tease. “Hmm, ya sure ‘bout that, Chief? Didja see all them different pencils ya picked out? Are ya gonna be able to tell which one is which?”

“Oh shut it, you mini migraine,” the robo-boy grumbled. “They’re brushes! And they’re already in a pack, so it can’t be too hard, right?”

*On AO3 for a more spacious reading experience

#very small writing drabble I wrote several years ago #when the show was still relevant #there's more to this #but this is the only thing presentable #lol #megaman fully charged #megaman #mmfc #fanfiction #fanfic #writing

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the-void-writes · 1 year

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Remember Me: Wanteeee

Timi!!! Thank you so much for kicking me back into my Winte obsession lmao. This one’s rather quick and I’m not sure how canon it’ll be, but it was fun to play with the angst for a bit.

For All Eternity - Memory Lapse

There was a rare side-effect to Vesely’s memory-erasing machine, one that Will hated more than anything. It was bad enough jumping between his current life, his childhood nightmares, and Ash’s memory lapses. Now, he was scared to even fall asleep on the off-chance that he’d wake up and forget where he was. For a small moment, there would be no Will or Ash, just a terrified man whose powers were entirely dependent on his emotional state.

Sure enough, just as he feared, Will woke up in a panic one night. Another round of nightmares had shocked him awake, and now he was confused and scared, pulling at his hair and sitting in an unfamiliar bedroom with a man he didn’t recognize. His hyperventilating grew loud enough to wake the man beside him, who carefully sat up and placed his hands beside Will’s face, hovering just over his cheeks.

“Hey, easy, look at me. It’s okay, deep breaths.”

His smooth, song-like voice put Will more at ease, like a familiar lullaby. He took several deep breaths as the man spoke to him.

“Okay, I’ll start slow. My name is Dante, I’m your boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend,” Will repeated.

“That’s right, we live together. Do you remember your name?”

“No— Why can’t I—”

“You’re having a memory lapse. It’s because of everything those assholes did to you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay, I’m here to help you. Your name is Will Shapiro. You lived in Preston, with your dads and your mom and your siblings. Can you remember them?”

Will tried to think, sorting through his blurry memories like a swimmer moving through gelatin. “Maddie, Lydia, Alvie— Mary, Henry, and— and Jason— I lost them.“

The man smiled sympathetically. “You did. A man took them from you.”

“A man… Gabe?”

“That’s the one. Do you remember where you are now?”

Will closed his eyes and counted to himself. “Preston, Bluebrook, Paradise— Eternity?”

“Yeah, you got it.”

The memories were much clearer now. Eternity, the nightclub, the androids… the man who owned it all, who stayed with Will through everything, who was currently holding his hand. He opened his eyes and let his tears fall.

“Dante.”

He smiled and pulled Will into his arms, letting him cry into his chest.

“Easy, hon,” Dante said. “You’re getting better. I didn’t even need to talk about Bluebrook.”

Will shuddered against him, unable to make himself talk. Dante leaned against the pillows so Will could lay on his chest. He brushed his hands through the young man’s golden hair, knowing how well it calmed him down.

“We don’t have to sleep right away, baby. Just take your time, I’m right here.”

“I’m so sorry—”

“Don’t even think about it. It’s a healing process, and I’ll get you through it as best as I can.”

“You shouldn’t have to.”

Dante sighed and smiled at him. “Yeah, well, I want to. That’s what happens when you fall in love.”

Will sat up so he could kiss him, curling his fingers in Dante’s shirt as he rubbed his back.

“I love you so much,” Will whispered.

Dante grinned. “How did I ever get so lucky?”

“Stay up with me, darling, and I’ll tell you.”

He tangled his hands in Will’s hair. “Sounds like a deal, sunshine.”

#writeblr #ask games #wip: for all eternity

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naehja · 10 months

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Differente!Promise AU

I thought about tpn fanfic ideas and what if...

And...

I thinks first about the idea that a promise become effective when the holder of the previous betray it or die. The demon king has been killed by his daughter and the queen betrayed "HIM" by not giving him the "best" meals (+ his brothers were against the promise). So Peter was the only holder of the promise at this point and had to die so the new promise could be triggered. (Emma didn't know that Peter had to die)

So now I returns to the promise that Emma did. Saving SO MUCH children and adults from this cattle life comes at a cost.

And since Emma said that she wanted to go in the human world, "He" can't force her to stay with him.He can't ask his family since she said "all the humans". So he thinks about the memories. But 14 years of memories for so much people's lifes?

And he thinks to something "the boy who came with you, he was going to do the promise with you? - Yes. but you said that he failed. - Because two for pay is better that paying alone. A shame, really."

"He' thinks and realize that this boy is very precious for Emma, their friendship with the last one who didn't come (but he knows what Norman does and has fun to watch it). So he comes to a payment for this promise.

For so much lifes, the price is not THAT high, he thinks.

So he says the same things that in the canon. Except. Except. He says "since having no memories is hard for someone your age, even if not impossible to live with, i'll rejuvenate you to your six years old self, still without memories. You'll be able to have a fresh start".

Maybe a part of it is truth. But mostly his family will search a almost 14 years old girl. Not a 6 years old without memories. He doesn’t make impossible for them to see each other again.

"And i'll be even generous: you'll be with your biological mother and little sister - I have a sister? - And a mother, both alive. I'll speak to your mother while you all travel to the human world. See you'll still have a family. If your mother wants to alert your adoptive family, it's up to her."

Emma thinks that it's fine. sure she'll forget, but she'll not suffer and she can be reuninted and make new memories. "haha i'll have the same age than Phil"

What "HE" doesn't say is that, well, Ray will have to pay the same price, but with a difference. Ray has to be the memories keeper. He's be turned into his 6 years old self, with all the memories that he had at this era. And will gain his former memories while he grows up little to little. So at almost 14; he'll have two sets of memories.

"'HIM” plans to do the same things "throw him away of his fmaily in the human world, with his biological mother"

Norman wasn't in "HIS" world, so he can't pay. Normally. But "HIM" thinks that, well, those three are always together, all the full score trio, would have been all three his meal....so it's fair that Norman pay too, right?

And so Norman will be turned into his six years old self, without memories, throw with his biological mother (and maybe sibling?) away of the other two and of the grace field children.

He'll have the memories that he had at 6 years old, but not the others. It's only at almost 14, at the anniversary date of the arrival in the human world that he'll got all his memories back of his former childhood until the date of his shippement.

"Him" thinks that he's nice to erase all the stuff tied to Lambda + healing him (he can't pay if he dies).

So, "he" thinks "then they'll still have the same age and they still CAN find each other again. It's a possibility, they will not be able to do it by themself before a long time and it's only up to their mothers that they COULD”.

Everything is the same after that. But when Isabella is severely hurt, "'HIM" is like "Hell no i need her è_é" and magically her wounds are now still important but not immediately lethal. So people have the time to put bandages on her and all. Emma thinks that "HIM" has decided to keep all the humans alive for the promise. And thinks that he's kinda nice....after all her price wans't THAT high right?

And in the human world. "Hu where they are" the trio has vanished. all of them. But not only them Isabella too, Carol too. And Rossi." And two sisters but the Grace Field Children don't know and panic.

6 Years!Old Emma fall on the same location than in canon, with Sienna and Carol (yeah i headcanon that Carol is Emma's sister and Sienna their mum). And they are saved by Alexis. Sienna has seen "HIM" who told her about the price. She can't believe that not only she is free but that she has a chance with her TWO daugthers. Who are alive and healthly. And in a lost location like that, noboby will take them away of her. It's selfish but she want this new chance. She is sad that 7 years have been taken from Emma but it will be a fresh start, she can love them.

6 Years!Old Norman fall with let's say Matilda. And Rossi (i read a headcanon on tumblr saying that they were siblings XD). Same Mathilda wants this new chance. When peple finds her, she says "that my children" and you know, tests are done and ok they are lady. So the Raitri clan find them, gave them identity papers. And "nah that's not the Norman that we search, he's 6" and Rossi? Well he's hesitant to speak. Norman seems to not remember anything after his 6 years old and Rossi doesn't WANT to tell him the truth. Doesn't want to hurt him and Rossi wants to know his biological mother and...

(At a point Grace field children will notice them, but when?) (after all, how accept that someone has been turned into his 6 years old self?) (But if they find Ray first, they'll be "guess it's Norman :/")

6 Years old Ray now. He falls with Isabella in a safe location because of her wounds. he's absolutly panicked. For him it's the day before he make the deal with Isabella (for him he planned to speak with her the day after). Where he is? Why they are so much adult human. WHY MUM IS BLEEDING? They are taken to the hospital. Tests are done and yep they're mother and son. People thinks that Isabella needs to recover so they don't call the Ratri clan immediatly. Ray is panicked. I'm in the human world? What? Where are Emma and Norman? WHAT? People gave him toys and books to distract him but he doesn't want to be taken away of Isabella, he's too scared for that (at this point, he still hopes that she could really love him and be on his side). And he’s super worried for her. When she wakes up ( "HIM" speaks with her too) she thinks that it's a chance to dote on her son. He'll remember everything, little to little, but she can do the things right and love him freely now, even if he will remember slowy what she did in his previous childhood. They have a long discussion.

(They'll be probably the first ones to be found by the Ratri Clan and the Grace Field (+ friends) group.

But they'll not find Emma before a long time. Since she is in a lost zone with her family and Sienna is scared 1) that her daugthers be taken of her 2) she needs to heal too. It take three years to find Emma, Carol and Sienna.

And it’s all i have had as ideas for this “what if”

if someone wants to adopt this idea, they can =)

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bimsha · 2 years

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Series : 100 WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU

Inspired by: 100 ways to say I love you

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x Fem!Reader

Tags: anniversary, kissing, fluff, presents, celebrations

Word count: 1.43k

Note: Kinda had to change the one liner from It to They to match into the situation. :DD

You were inside his house, comfortably wrapped up in his blanket, his arms around you. Both of you were thoroughly invested in the movie playing on the TV screen. The house was mercifully quiet. Mikey was out with some of his friends and Emma had a date with Draken. It was one of those rare days that you had the whole house to yourselves. Even gramps had gone somewhere. At some point in the movie, you realised that the two of you have not moved since it started, which was to be expected. Movies were one thing in life you both took seriously. Especially horror or dystopian movies with dark characters.

Shinichiro was one of those people who just walked into your life as if he’d walk away just as soon but chose to stay. The first date was an awkward mess. None of you were at fault though because one, your friends set you two up and two, none of you knew how a date was supposed to go. But miraculously, that didn’t stop you. Shinichiro called; at first only for a couple of minutes until they became prolonged chats at night. Talks that lasted for hours until one of you had to go somewhere or eventually passed out. That’s simply how you end up here. Another couple of dates and you two decided you two really could swing it the right way. Then, this.

You snuggled to him, embracing his warmth when the male unconsciously leaned against you. The movie was good but today your mind was a mess. Not because you had life changing problems but it was your anniversary. That’s why he organised this in the first place. So, your mind kept running back to past memories. How closer you have gotten with him. It was mesmerising to think about. How beautiful and smooth the journey has been.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

His words snapped you back from your world of endless love and romance. “Yeah”

He adjusted his body so that he was fully facing you. “No, you’re thinking so much today.”

You smiled, “Well, I was thinking bout us”

“Uh huh?”

“Yeah. Remember the first date?”

He scowled, “I erased that memory, you don’t have to bring that up now” He gave you a pointed look, feigning irritation. “I was a young lad, not a matured young man”

You snorted, “Right. That was not at all just two years ago”

Two years make a huge difference” He added his philosophy. It was one of those rare times when both of you ignored the movie playing in the background. You had watched it a couple of times anyway. You could care less about it now.

“Well, I guess it does” You said, thinking how different you were back then. Good grades, study nights were all you cared about but this guy found a way to crawl in through your tight schedule.

“Remember the first time I invited you to my siblings?”

You smiled at the memory. Of course you remembered. How could you forget the loving and wandering gaze of Emma and the scowl of his little brother turning his judging eyes upon Shinichiro ⸺How in the world you managed to get a girlfriend, he had asked, which more or less told you about his whole love life until you happened.

“They were so sweet from the beginning”

“Yeah” Shinichiro said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Only for you that is. The teasing still hasn’t stopped.”

“But you love them Shin”

He didn’t hide his smile, “How can I not”

You loved how he openly adored his siblings. True, there were moments he complained for hours at an end about them. But he wasn’t the type to hide his love. It was just there, laid out in the open for everyone to see. You loved how he displayed affection and wore it like a jewel. How he wasn’t embarrassed to speak about that love. How he comforted his sister, advised his brother. It was like having a parent, a big brother in one and for you, it was like having a best friend, a soulmate and a passionate lover in one person.

“Are you enjoying our little anniversary so far?”

“I am” You stretched your arms and rolled to your side. “And I am going to go get some snacks because some idiot keeps eating them”

Shinichiro put his hands up in defence, “Snacks are there to eat Y/n”

“Oh I wasn’t aware” You shot back, stalking off to the kitchen with a smile. You rummaged through the cupboards and found some more packets of chips. It was almost impossible to find a day that this house did not have any snacks. Mikey always brought a handful at least three times a week. The kid loved too many sweets, you thought, shaking your head at the amount of candies. But Shinichiro did the same. It was almost a family thing. Shinichiro liked spicy chips and crisps. His choice never failed you though.

You emptied a few crisp bags to the bowl and discarded the packets to the bin. Your eyes lingered a good second on the fridge where Shinichiro has stuck a picture of both of you at graduation. You idly ran a finger through it. How young you looked though it was only two years ago. “Y/n?” Shinichiro’s voice rang out.

You drew away from the photo and walked into the living room where both of you were camping but found it empty. You frowned, kicking off a random pillow strewn across the floor. It was only then you realised how chaotic the whole place looked. Crisp crumbs on the floor. Tangled blankets lying on top of others resembling a large cloud.

Right, also your boyfriend was missing. “Shin?” You asked, looking around. No answer. You frowned and decided to walk around and find him. In a way both of you found each other because you two literally ran onto each other in the dining room. You raised your brow. “You asked me to be quick and decided to disappear?”

Shin didn’t answer. Instead he took a box and popped it open to reveal two gorgeous earrings resting on the satin cloth. You blinked, shifting glances between the jewels and his face. “Happy two year anniversary, Y/n” He said, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

You just stood there, stunned. When he asked you to come over, you concluded it was another movie day and snacks to celebrate your anniversary. Like you did last year. You didn’t hate it, in fact you love this simple concept of celebrating but this surprise was out of the blue and you did not know how to react. “Shin” You managed, reaching out to touch the earrings in your hands. “They’re gorgeous”

Shinichiro was grinning like a lunatic, “I was worried you wouldn’t love them”

“Are you kidding me?” You hold them up excitedly, “Can I put them on?”

“Right now?”

“Right now”

Shinichiro was nodding already, “It’s yours now, go ahead”

You dashed up to his room like a kid excited to try on her Christmas present. Shinichiro was leaning against the doorframe as you carefully put them on. They weren’t too big, nor too small but matched your face perfectly. You spun around and opened your arms. “Tada”

He walked to you, his eyes fixated on yours. “They bring out your eyes” He cleared a stray bang and tucked it behind your ear, his fingertips grazing the new earrings.

No other words were spoken as you both instinctively leaned in. It was the same passion, same heated intimacy driving you through the kiss. When he pulled away, you saw the desire, the love and the affection in his eyes. You wanted to tell him you love him, you could see he wanted to. But no words were spoken. There was not time to speak in between the kisses but you knew from the way he carefully chose the earrings, the thought he put to each and everything. The way he touched you with care and how he knew just the right thing to make you happy.

This man was in love with you and so were you. He didn’t need to spell it out or write it down because you knew. You knew from the way he whispered; They bring out your eyes. Knew from the way he held you in his arms, showering you in those compliments; sweet like saccharine.

You knew he was the man you want to spend the rest of your life with.

Thank you for all the love you guys have given to this series! It means a lot to me <333

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ssson-of-sparda · 3 years

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Fathers Do Cry (DMC Vergil one shot)

Summary: Vergil remembers his last Father's Day with Sparda and doesn't really realise how similar to him he has become.

Tags: Father's Day special / DADGIL! / Vergil acting like a dad to Nero

Author’s note: I woke up this morning suddenly inspired. Doesn't happen very often so enjoy ;) ps: I just love Dadgil!

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His big blue eyes staring without blinking, the child was observing his father sitting by the fireplace in the parlour. Full of admiration, he was detailing all the features of his serious face, all the details of his confident posture and all the different luxurious fabrics that made his purple finery and as he did, he repeated to himself, wished, prayed, that someday, one day, he would grow up to be just like him. “Aren’t you going to speak, Vergil?” The father’s powerful voice asked as he finally acknowledged the boy’s presence with a small amused smile, wondering what brilliant thoughts were occupying his eldest son’s sharp mind this time. “I made this for you, father.” With a solemnity that didn’t suit a five-years-old but that somehow fitted Vergil’s young yet wise spirit and his will to be perfect son in the eyes of Sparda, the boy handed a paper sheet to his father. “ And what would that be?” The man said as he took his son’s gift. “It’s father’s day so … I made you a poem… or tried to.” The adorable embarrassment tensing the child’s traits in funny grimaces made the father's smile wider but Vergil, suddenly too preoccupied with the blue paint stuck under his fingernails, didn’t notice it as he didn’t notice the paternal pride and the love shining in his eyes. “I thought your mother wanted you and your brother to make a gift together this year.” “ You know Dante” Vergil sighed. “He has no artistic talent whatsoever. He wanted to make you a wooden sword to play with us.” “ That’s actually a very good idea.” Vergil frowned; suddenly worried that Sparda would not like his gift and preferred Dante’s – if he had made one of course. “Except when the sword looks like two twigs glued together. You should have seen this, father. It looked ri.di.cu.lous.” Sparda laughed at his son’s attitude, finding amusement in this sibling rivalry. “Why don’t you read me your poem then?” “ I learnt it by heart actually. The paper is for you to remember this day by … and also because I wanted to illustrate it. Look.” Vergil approached his father, seized the poem from his big hands and climbed on his lap to show him the delicate aquarelle he had painted around the lines. “Impressive. Did your mother help you with this?” Vergil shook his head. “No, I did it on my own. I used a book I saw in that old man’s house I often go to as a reference.” “ The old academic that lives down the hill? I thought you found him boring.” Vergil shook his head again, furiously this time and with a serious frown. “That’s Dante. Me, I really like him. He teaches me a lot of things. And he has lots of books. It’s incredible.”

Sparda ruffled his son’s silver hair whose hairdo was always made in order to somehow mimic his, thinking what a promising young boy Vergil was. Maybe more promising than Dante to be honest – though he knew he shouldn’t think that. But there was something that Vergil had that Dante lacked. Perhaps rationality beyond his age … or some kind of maturity … wisdom maybe? He couldn’t really pinpoint what it was exactly. All he knew is that it was something unique and special, just like his son, something that made Sparda certain that one day his eldest would grow up to be a great man, a man greater than him, a man worthy of the Yamato and capable of handling its burdening power.

“Can I recite my poem now?” Sparda smiled at the sparkle in Vergil’s eyes. “Sure.” The boy quickly took back his previous position in front his father, cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back and stuck out his chest.

Sparda listened to every word, fascinated and amazed by his little one’s talent and profoundly moved by all the love, all the meticulousness and the time he put in each line and in each word. “Oh Vergil. The world is not yet ready for someone like you.” The father said as he let a tear roll down his cheek. “Why are you crying, father?” Vergil worried. “Because fathers cry, my son.”

That day was the last time Vergil truly celebrated Father’s day for a few weeks later he had no father, no one to make poems to, no one to admire by the fireplace. Just a memory that he feared would sooner or later fade but that he would cling to dearly for as long as he could.

“Why don’t we bring flowers to Daddy’s statue in the park today?” Eva asked when Vergil was six, when Vergil was seven, when Vergil was eight only to be welcome by a heavy silence that was no longer hiding brilliant thoughts but a painful sadness. But each time he did as Eva suggested, maybe more for her than for him, maybe because he still loved and admired Sparda even if he had left him, maybe because he thought that his father might see him and smile from wherever he was now, the same way he had smiled when he had read him his poem on his last father’s day.

And that’s certainly why, more than three decades later, he was back in this park, on this very special day with a bouquet of purple peonies he had bought on his way here and a memory that never faded. A memory he could still recite.

"Whether the sun shines or the sky cries, Whether the day breaks or the night wakes, My father always as a rampart stands Protecting my house with his bare hands.

He is strong, he is brave And the day he always saves. A knight in cockroach armor To scare my terror away."

Vergil scoffed at the lines, at the way they rolled off his tongue, finding them funny and childish and not worthy of a Blake or a Fielding at all unlike what he thought when he wrote them as a child. The over-confidence of youth probably.

“Did you just come up with that?” Vergil turned around to see Nero walking towards him with a smirk. A surprise but not a bad one. “Cause the rhyming sucks a little. I expected more of you.” “ And I suppose you’re an expert in poetry now?” “ I may read have read one of your books.” He said as he tapped the pocket of his marine blue coat hiding Vergil's most sacred book with pride. “You still have it I see.” “Hey! It’s a real page turner! Can’t get my nose out of it.” Vergil had a crooked smile, understanding perfectly what his son meant.

Son? Even a year after this reveal he still couldn’t believe this boy before him, the one he had lived such a terrifying yet incredible adventure with, was his own flesh and blood.

A sigh almost escaped Vergil’s lips. How did he make such a fine young man? Someone so selfless, so generous, so loving when he was nothing like that. “ What are you doing here, Nero?” He asked, trying not to think more about this. “ Well it’s father’s day, no? So … I made you something… or tried to.” The embarrassed grimace Nero suddenly made made Vergil’s smile grew larger but Nero, too worried to keep the gift covered with the pieces of newspapers he had taped together, didn’t see it as he didn’t see the paternal pride and the love shining in his father’s blue eyes. The same paternal pride Sparda had displayed when Vergil was a little child with a small paper in his hands. “Thank you Nero.” The man said as he gently took the present from his son's hands, wondering what it was even though the long shape didn’t leave much place for imagination.

He cautiously unwrapped the thing, already feeling a happiness he hadn’t felt in years warming his heart. And when he saw a katana-like wooden sword that purposely looked like Yamato he couldn’t help but smile and let a tiny drop of water blur his blue eyes. “It was Dante’s idea. Though he might have suggested gluing two sticks together.” Nero said as he scratched his head. “It looks amazing.” Vergil’s honesty was like a knife in Nero’s chest but in a good way. It was as if all the stress and all the stupid fear he had felt while making this toy sword had been stabbed away. He felt relieved, joyful even that his always so stern father was genuinely grateful and seemed to appreciate his gift. “That way, you won’t have to tear my arm apart again cause look, you have two now.” Nero tried to joke but his words just erased the smile on Vergil’s face.

“There is not a single day I don't regret what I did to you.” This was Vergil’s way to say he was sorry. Nero was certain of it. He didn’t need to know his father that well to know it. After all, he was somewhat the same. “Hey, it’s in the past. Plus it grew back, so no harm done.” He winked, trying to ease the atmosphere with a bad pun worthy of Dante even though there was a time he would have ripped Vergil’s chest open for what he had done. And a part of him knew he would never forget and maybe never fully forgive what happened. But right now he was just happy to have a family, to have a father and to finally be able to celebrate a day he has so long hated. “ This world doesn’t deserve you, son.” Vergil solemnly declared. He had never called Nero that way and that name felt strange yet beautiful to both of them. It made the son and the father smile in ways they never thought they would smile at each other. “ Damn, are you crying old man? I thought devils never cry.” Nero suddenly harrumphed when he finally noticed the water growing in his father's eyes. “ Well, fathers do cry." Vergil declared as he allowed a tear of joy and pride to fall along his pale cheek. The first in a very very long time but one he will never regret or brush away. "Father do cry.” He repeated with a glance at the statue of his father behind him.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Out from Darkness - Chapter Twelve.

Previous Chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven

Word Count - 3,536

Cast of characters post here

Tag list - In the comments

Warnings - Smut!

“So, what was it like, when it first happened?”

A week on from her first sleepover and Ava was back again, this time making the excuse she was staying with another friend from college, using a name she’d thrown around before when staying out late in order to see Chris.

“Well, it began at around 10am, so the vampires were unaware of the exact moment of impact. We knew it would happen, but with it being daylight out, there wasn’t much we could do. We protected ourselves as best we could, for most of us that meant hiding within basements or burying ourselves. Magda bought a bomb shelter and we hid in there so we wouldn’t be killed by sunlight exposure, should any of the meteor’s crash into her house.”

“Oh yeah, you still lived with her back then.”

“Yes. Our relationship was less frosty from my point of view then, or rather, I was younger and didn’t know any better. Anyway, back to the sky raining fire. It was still happening when we awoke at 6pm, but most of the big ones had fallen by that point. Against all scientific study and suggestion, some were still flaming when they hit the ground, as you know, something about the gasses, I’m not sure,

“The impact of them, though, the fact that there were so fucking many, hitting homes, hitting gas mains and electrical grids, that’s what caused the lion’s share of the fires and explosions. Again, you likely already know that. There was fire everywhere, fucking everywhere! We’d zoom around the neighbourhoods watching it all, our food sources dropping like flies. It was weird, to actually fear hunger because suddenly, humans weren’t as plentiful as before.”

Puzzled, Ava momentarily stopped her fingernails circular trail over his pectoral muscle, frowning a little. “Didn’t you care about anything else? Surely such tragedy touched you on a deeper level?”

“You forget, I’m not human,” he began, squeezing her hand. “I’m affectionate with few, caring even less. I’m dead, I just... I don’t really feel that deeply about those I’m not directly connected to. My family, I care for a whole lot. Well, Anaïs and Elroy. I have three other siblings, but they all live abroad. Daniel in Morocco, he’s alright, I don’t know him well, though. Then there’s Camilla in York, and she’s a bitch who I’ve never gotten on well with, and lastly Ben, who lives in Nova Scotia. He’s awesome, I wish I saw him more. He keeps away from here, though. Because of Magda.

“Anyway, I digress. Humans mean little to me, I don’t have that feeling of brotherhood with them. I just don’t care unless their being there – or not, as the case was – affects me directly. I know it sounds harsh, I do, but I guess you’d have to be a vampire to fully understand it. I’ve tried explaining to humans in the past, prior to erasing myself from my memories when they’ve questioned my apathy towards them, but they never get it.”

“I get it.” He looked at her disbelievingly for a moment, raising one eyebrow significantly higher. “No, I do. It’d be like me watching a pile of sandwiches burn while knowing there are only a finite number of non-flaming sandwiches left.” Her analogy made him snort, the precursor to bursting into laughter. “What? It’s true! I get it because I’d have no emotional attachment to the sandwiches, but if they were my only food source and I was watching them become depleted, I’d worry then.”

He composed himself, idly stroking her bare back, glad he had her for the rest of the night. He detested only having her for a few hours. “Okay, alright. You get it, first human ever to actually understand it. Ten points, little witch.”

“Just ten? I would have thought at least fifty.”

“Now that’s just greedy.”

Grinning, she moved to straddle him, stroking his chest while laying a few kisses over the perfectly taut muscles. “Nope, wanting to have sex with you again is greedy. And whaddya know? I do.”

She was still wet from their earlier session, meaning that after a few squeezes from her hand, her fingers stroking the thick veins rising over his cock, she was ready to envelop his rigidity, sliding down on him with a satisfied gasp. She’d never been filled quite as thoroughly, stretched around him, the thick of him making her sting a little as he spread her walls.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He growled, hands cupping her breasts, mouth agape as she began to slide up and down upon him, Ava wondering if it was her body temperature or her looks to which he referred. Either way, the compliment was taken well. She’d never felt as desired as she did by Chris. He enjoyed to let her know such upon a regular basis.

“You... are... so... fucking... beautiful.” He panted a while later, Ava bent over with her hands pressed against the wall, him behind, pounding her cunt vigorously, the noise echoing off the walls, he had her so wet. Her petal soft wetness clutched on him in gentle flexes as she wailed, her curls tumbling down her back, the gold glow of blonde illuminated beautifully by the firelight. He’d witnessed her shivering a few times while in the nude now the temperature had dipped a little, so provided some warmth while she visited.

Each speedy thrust gained the kind of momentum that no human man could ever possibly attain, his cock so rapid within her that Ava came in seconds, her back sheened in sweat, Chris giving her only a moment’s pause before he continued, but this time slowly.

He trawled her walls in a slow drag, smirking to himself as he felt her thighs trembling, her soft voice wracked with little sobs, her wetness coating him thickly. She was still fluttering around him, closing his eyes and enjoying those hot pulses, all until...

“Bonsoir! Oh, heck, you are busy! I shall wait downstairs.”

“I take it from the accent that was Anaïs?” Ava asked, Chris exiting her with a little pop, turning her around and pressing her back into the wall, lifting her, kissing and licking her tits as he dropped her back down onto his erection.

“Mmmhmm.” He hummed around her nipple, tongue flicking against the pebbled peak.

“Your family definitely seem to have a habit of disturbing us. That’s two of them who’ve seen me naked now.”

“Only Anaïs is my family. And she’s definitely more welcome than our fucking creator.”

“Maybe not while we’re mid-sex, though.”

“Eh, vampires don’t really care about that. Now, be quiet and let me rail you.” She laughed, overcome by his kisses thereafter, nails sinking into his thick shoulders as each roll of his hips had him fully contained within the soft, hot clutch of her pussy, all-in, all-out thrusts causing embers to roar up her spine. Each animalistic growl against her neck coupled with the sensation his fangs scratching her delicate skin had her senses in utter erotic overload.

His cock hit spots in her so deep, she was overcome by the ebullience skittering through her, clinging onto him, Chris retracting his fangs and kissing her hotly, big hand clutching her delicate neck. He stared into the cool blue of her irises, her pupils inky and dark, thinking to himself that he could easily be pulled into the vortex that was her eyes, transported to another place quite happily, as long as she was there.

This little witch, she made him feel things he’d long thought he was no longer capable of experiencing, like a thousand fires were roaring through his insides, the arousal prickly and consuming. It exactly matched how Ava felt with him, not just experiencing the physical pleasure he inflicted upon her, but being able to feel within too, feel his arousal flow through her own veins with her own, mingling, entwining like wild vines. It was beyond hedonistic.

“Absolutely... fucking... gorgeous.” He panted between kisses, tongue rolling against hers, the muscles cording in his back as he trembled in absolute ecstasy, the hot, wet velvet surrounding him making his pleasure surge.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” Ava whispered, her nails combing over his beard, receiving a kiss of wanton lust as he arrowed her forcefully and she came undone with a shriek. Feeling herself pushed further up, her back slid right up the wall until he’d vacated her, his mouth offering the stimulation instead as his hands gripped her waist, holding her there with his limitless strength, Ava resting her feet on his shoulders, his mouth offering beautiful stimulation as her orgasm ebbed away once more.

His tongue took a long, hard swipe through her folds, her moan filling the room when it settled over her clit, beginning to beat back and forth, the hard little bud bobbing against it as she keened into his mouth. He had her in utter rapture, sucking on her, probing her opening, that viscid clench of her burning hole around his tongue more than he could withstand for long, literally dropping her back onto his steely length and ploughing her until she screamed.

It was all hot tingles and heady gasps of charging desire right there against the wall, their passions roaring much like the fire they fucked beside. The concentrated pistoning of his hips had her cresting wildly, a large tidal wave surging through her as his cock speared her deep. He growled and bit her neck at the feel of her nails tearing into his back, Ava finding herself transported to the bed within a blink, her legs held high and wide as she was utterly drilled into the mattress.

“Not that I’m complaining, but shouldn’t we hurry things up, on account of Anaïs?”

“Nah, she won’t mind. She’s gone for a walk anyway; I don’t feel her close by any longer.” They indulged in each other for a further hour before heading downstairs, finding Anaïs returned, sitting on the couch while reading one of Ava’s books.

“Forgive me, but it helped in filtering out the sound of my brother rearranging your guts,” she explained, gesturing to the page. “I am Anaïs, pleased to meet you.”

Shaking the hand offered, Ava felt her slight embarrassment over the fact that she’d indeed briefly witnessed that rearranging of her guts fade, sitting down when Anaïs patted the couch. “I confess, I have no idea what any of this is what I’m reading, but I’ve read every book he owns already.”

“Well, they aren’t really mine. They came with the cabin,” Chris shrugged, sitting down in the armchair. “So, what brings you up here?”

“A social call.”

“Liar.”

“Who, me?” Anaïs did her very best to look innocent, yet failed miserably. “Okay, alright. I wanted to meet the witch who threw Magda into a wall. Her pride is so dented to have encountered one with more power than her. I was hoping you might have been here. Apologies for interrupting you.”

“It’s okay. I would have thrown you into a wall if it hadn’t of been,” Ava joked, giving Anaïs a fang popping chuckle.

“Ahhh, touché, young witch!”

“I’m surprised she actually revealed what happened,” Chris interjected with. Magda likely didn’t tell Anaïs why she’d ended up flung by an angry Ava, though.

“She told me she needed you for a task and that ‘the petulant little witch he was banging on’ as she referred to you as, Ava, threw her against a wall and threatened her not to go anywhere near her of you again.” Well, it was a version of the truth.

“Semi-true,” Chris sniffed, looking at Ava proudly and winking. He was so impressed by her, the way her powers had risen so sharply. It was nice, to actually have someone come to his defence against the creator who continued to defile him. It hurt his pride a little that he wasn’t capable of doing such himself, however, but not enough that he couldn’t appreciate how remarkable a feat it was, what Ava had done to protect them both from the vile bag of bones that was Magda.

“Magda did need bringing down a peg or two, although I will warn you that she is hellbent on some kind of revenge,” Anaïs warned, Chris heeding his sister’s caution. He expected it, but also knew that Ava was perfectly capable of looking after herself. He just didn’t want her to face anything heinous, especially when he wasn’t around. “But anyway! Enough of this talk, explain these things to me that I look upon in this book!”

“Well, what you’re looking at here is about how to correctly charge a talisman for protective purposes. See, you can do so in fresh water, or through fire, or moonlight, which remains my personal favourite. I do it with my necklaces, most of which I have to switch to pewter and gold now so I don’t burn your brother,” she began, thinking back to when she’d wrapped her arms around his neck a few days prior and ended up scalding his skin with a silver bracelet.

Being a little less secretive now, he’d revealed that silver directly to the heart could kill him, anywhere else and it would weaken and burn him. Any kind of wood piercing his skin would kill him instantly, though. Ava had thought it quite bemusing, that such a powerful creature could be taken out via a splinter, if such penetrated deeply enough.

“Do they work on vampires? If so, I would love for you to create one for me to ward off stupid people asking me questions when we reveal ourselves,” Anaïs chuckled.

“Well, I do make jewellery, so I could perhaps make you one that wards off unwanted attention. I suppose stupid people would be categorised as such.”

“You make jewellery? Did you make these?” Gesturing to the two small necklaces she wore, Ava nodded, Anaïs examining the little raw pieces of clear quartz on one, and very highly polished piece of pink tourmaline on the second.

“I did, yeah.”

“And what do the stones mean?” Ava smiled, loving how curious the pretty French vampire was as she looked on at the pendants that rested upon her cool fingertips.

“The pink one, which is tourmaline, assists with my predisposition to anxiety, and the clear quartz because I find it grounding and good for focus. It helps me stay clear headed when I study.”

Anaïs nodded, letting go of the stones and smiling as she kicked off her stiletto heeled boots and folded her legs beneath her, Ava loving the deep grey houndstooth pants and sleeveless rollneck sweater she wore. She also smelled of Chanel perfume, Mademoiselle if she wasn’t mistaken. She was glamorous in a very effortless way.

“So, is it jewellery that you study?

“No, I’m a seamstress. It’s textiles and fashion that I’m studying,” Ava began, Chris suddenly getting up.

“I’m gonna leave you two to get to know each other. I’ll be upstairs.” He squeezed Ava’s shoulder before vanishing, leaving her free to chat further about it to his sister. Well, Ava felt like she was mostly talking about herself, but managed to ask Anaïs a few questions here and there. She learned she’d been a Parisian chef during her human years, growing up right in the inner city of Paris, born in 1957, a quintessential 60’s child, embracing the style of the decade even when some might have thought her too young to enjoy such.

“I was hardly ever about toys. My mother’s wardrobe is where I played, and dressing my dolls! This is where we have something in common, Ava, for I too used to sew! My dollies, they never had stylish clothes, all flower frocks and the like. Well! That would never do, so my mother, she taught me how to sew. My grandmother knitted, so whichever sweater or dress I would receive in time for winter, my two dolls would also have the same so we all matched!”

Anaïs eyes sparkled with nostalgia as she shared the story, Ava nodding as she looked over at the fire briefly, pointing at the log basket and directing another couple into the hearth. “Look at that! It is like something from the Harry Potter films!”

Ava smiled, more in response to the way Anaïs spoke than what she’d actually said. She adored her voice. Her previous sentence, if written in phonetics, would have been ‘Look at zat! Eet ees like someseeng from zee ‘arry Potteur feelms!’ She had a very heavy accent, which Ava found so delightful. “What else can you do that would impress me.”

Getting up, Ava went to a one of the candles shoved in an old bottle, holding her hands over it and whispering an incantation, covering her eyes with her fingers before turning back to Anaïs.

“Oh! Your eyes are purple now! Oh, my goodness, bravo!” Giving her applause, Ava took a little bow, Chris suddenly appearing.

“Sorry, I just had to see purple eyes,” he began, looking down at Ava, her pale purple irises twinkling stunningly at him. “Mmmm.” His noise of approval was followed by a kiss, vanishing again and leaving them to it.

“It is very strange for me, to see him like that over a woman, for him to allow one close to him. Even with his previous vampire lovers, he wanted them out of his house five minutes after he ejaculated.”

“I think he likes having me around, yeah,” Ava agreed, smiling.

“He does, and I can see why. I am very much enjoying getting to know you!”

Ava smiled again, nodding as she sat back down. “As am I you as well. So, tell me more about Paris in the 60’s.”

The picture Anaïs painted was that of chic and fun style coming to life, bursts of colour, flared trousers, A line skirts and hairstyle coiffed with much backcombing and hairspray. She also explained the Paris riots in detail, an event Ava had no clue over prior to learning they had originated from civil unrest, with the communists and socialists banding together to form an electoral alliance in protest against capitalism, amongst other things. Their aim? To oust Charles de Gaulle.

“I might only have been eleven, but I remember it all so clearly! My little heart was so captured by the rebellion, even though my mother kept myself and my sister well away from all of the protests out of fear of us getting hurt, of course.” She continued, explaining a life well lived, travelling countries within the north of Africa in her late teens, her passion for cooking behind the desire to travel.

“They take a whole goat and they put him into an oven in the floor! It is amazing, the way that they cook there, these techniques passed down from generation to generation. It almost makes me sad I do not eat food any longer, but you will love it. I will take you some time,” she spoke when talking of Morocco, Ava warmed by her offer to take her there, as if she were offering to take her to a nearby store, not an entirely different continent.

“I’d love to, that would be amazing.” Her parents likely wouldn’t let her, but she didn’t want to voice that and dampen the fact that she was having such a wonderful time, getting to know the ray of pure sunshine that was Anaïs. They continued to talk for a couple more hours, Ava enjoying every moment of it, suddenly shivering noticeably.

“That was curious. You can’t be cold, surely?” Anaïs noted, the room still very warm although the fire had died down.

“No, I haven’t. It’s your brother. When we’re drank a lot of each other’s blood, we can almost communicate with each other. It goes further than the usual being able to feel one another’s emotions. What I just felt was him beckoning me,” she explained, her blood rippling again. Fuck, he wanted her badly, Ava sending back that she’d be upstairs soon, feeling him placated.

“How very curious! Our creator, she never did tell us much about witches other than their energy feels nice, but I do not doubt that it is that, your magic mixing with his. I shall keep you no longer. It was lovely to meet you though, mon cheri.” With a smile, Anaïs vanished, leaving Ava to head to where she was needed, the energy of Chris pouring from the bedroom as she undressed on her way there, entering the room and placing her clothes down atop the dresser. Strangely, he wasn’t in bed, though.

“Oh god,” she gasped when he suddenly appeared behind her, mouth at her neck.

“Just one of the exclamations I’ll have you screaming before dawn. Maybe beyond, too. You have nowhere to be tomorrow, do you?”

“No, but I need to get home by mid-morning.”

“I’ll be done by then. Just about.”

Ava was glad in that moment as Chris bit into her neck and fed from her that she enjoyed sex as much as she did. Vampires certainly liked to have a lot of it.

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kamilah-the-bloodqueen · 3 years

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Remember Me (4/???)

I AM SO FUCKING SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH. Honestly I lost a lot of motivation to write after Bloodbound because PB has greatly decreased in the quality of their books. I am still trying to find the time and motivation to write and am forcing myself to finish my series at the very least but if I am being completely honest I feel like the Kamilah fandom has died, PB’s books mostly suck and I don’t even really play choices anymore. Who knows, I’m trying to learn to write the code for episode so maybe I’ll start posting my own stories and choices on that platform with better plot, smut and less diamond focus since it would be a hobby. This chapter is ASS and mostly just moves the plot along - so if you want action I would wait for a different series or later chapter - okay bye!

Pairing: Adrian x MC x Kamilah (Amy)

Tags: I paused the tag list since it’s been so fucking long but if you want a tag please let me know because I’m pretty sure most people think this series died with me :)

Words: ~1500 (Short because I needed to finish a chapter to motivate me to finish the next)

Kamilah took a deep breath as she knelt on the floor beside Adrian, carefully wrapping her arms around her brother, her heart sinking with every sob that left his lips. She didn’t speak, she knew her words would come off too harshly and she couldn’t blame Adrian for feeling that way, after all she knew how much he loved Amy.

“Adrian, I’m sorry. I...I truly don’t know what to say.” As their eyes met Kamilah saw exactly how devastated he was, and even in her two thousand years of life, she had never been in his situation.

“Kamilah, do you think she’ll...well she says we’re just friends but do you think she’ll fall in love with me again?” His lips trembled, his hands shaking and his eyes glistened with tears.

“I don’t know. As much as I believe love is a silly mortal affair, and a simple chemical reaction, it can’t be forced but I’m sure if you just be yourself and do your best to be her friend that any romantic feelings will follow.” Kamilah moved away as Adrian calmed himself, both of them passing a nod of agreement as he wiped his face clean with tissues.

“Your wisdom has always guided me well Kamilah.”

“I suppose that is two thousand sixty three years of experience speaking.”

“Heh, I guess my two hundred years don’t nearly compare...”

“You’re still a simple child in my eyes, I just took a liking to you.”

“Well, thank you Kamilah. It seems I owe you quite a bit.”

They both stood from the floor and took seats on Adrian’s office couch, Kamilah folding her legs and crossing her arms and Adrian crossing his ankles and folding his arms.

“We’re practically siblings - you don’t owe me anything. Just try to take care of yourself and well...don’t expect anything from Amy. I’m sure this is difficult for her, difficult is an understatement. I can’t imagine what she’s experiencing.”

“Maybe I’ve been too selfish Kamilah...I’ve been thinking more about what I want from her instead of focusing on if she’s okay or what she wants.”

“Sometimes it’s alright to be selfish, and I can understand why you felt that way but you are correct, we need to focus on what Amy wants now, not what she wanted before the accident.”

“You’re absolutely right. I can only hope for the best...I just really...I really wanted...I believed she was the one.”

“I know you did. I wanted her to be the one for you as well, I still hope she comes back to you Adrian.”

“Me too.”

Adrian’s phone buzzed at the same time Kamilah’s did, Lily having texted both of them to rendezvous with her and Jax at Amy’s old apartment to talk about the recent events.

“We should go, but do you feel okay?” Kamilah patted Adrian’s shoulder as they both stood from the couch.

“Yes I think so.” They hurried to the elevator and got into Adrian’s black Mercedes as they navigated towards Lily’s apartment. Once they arrived Lily greeted them before guiding them up to the apartment where Jax waited on the couch with a beer in hand.

“Hey guys...how ya doin?” His words were slurred and he was obviously under the influence to a decent extent.

“Tell me you have something other than beer Lily.” Kamilah grimaced as Jax took another swig of the beer. She had no problem with beer but she hated that brand and would rather remain sober than allow herself to drink that brand.

“Yeah, vodka or wine?”

“Vodka.” Kamilah spoke without hesitation while Adrian grabbed a beer from the fridge and took a seat next to Jax on the couch. Lily began to pour Kamilah a shot, and once the glass was full Kamilah took the bottle from her and took two large gulps before sitting on the leather chair and holding the bottle with one hand.

“So we’re here to get drunk? I thought we were supposed to talk about Amy?” Kamilah’s voice broke the deathly silence that filled the room. Adrian leaned in the door before removing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt and, grabbing three bottles of the cheap beer and sinking into the recliner opposite of Lily and Jax.

“I didn’t want to drink...well grieve...alone. I mean I can’t do this with Amy anymore...well I could but it wouldn’t be the same... and I have my friend back but it’s really just...it’s not the same. I don’t know I just didn’t...you can leave if you want but I didn’t want to grieve alone…” Lily began to sob, her tears falling into her glass of wine as Jax and Adrian frowned. Kamilah held her stoic expression, but even the alcohol could not erase the ache she felt in her chest.

“I see, well I guess we all process grief differently…” Kamilah spoke calmly, but deep down she felt her own sense of grief. As she gazed around she realized how messy Jax’s hair and clothes were, and how exhausted and drained Lily was. “You guys look a mess…”

“Thanks Kamilah.” Jax drunkenly snickered and Lily sniffled. Adrian remained quiet, taking a long drink from the bottle in his hand before switching to the other glass and downing it just as quickly.

“Does this not fucking hurt you?” Lily drunkenly scolded as Kamilah flinched ever so slightly. None of them had ever heard Lily so fragile, so devastated. She had every reason to be - she had lost her best friend - even though Amy had survived the accident, the memories were all gone and everything they had once shared was gone.

“It...does...I was just remarking on-”

“I don’t care about your remarks, at least not now. Don’t you fucking get it? I lost my fucking best friend and I have to watch her find everything again! Do you know how that fucking feels Kamilah? I’m sure you do from all your time as a vampire, but please, for the love of god and for the sake of our friendship just shut the fuck up. I can’t handle this.” Lily’s hand gripped on her bottle as it shattered against her palm, the beer pouring onto the tile floor and seeping into the edges of the carpet.

“I...apologize Lily…”

“It’s fine! It’s fine! Everything is fine I guess. I don’t know I just...I’m not coping well...and I feel guilty for saying that because Amy has it the hardest of us all and yet here I am getting wasted to be in her position - to forget everything while also being the person who put her in this position in the first fucking place. I don’t think it’ll ever be the same as it was before…”

“Maybe that’s for the best…” Adrian finally joined the conversation. Kamilah, Lily and Jax turned to face him as he swirled the bottle around in his hand - his brown eyes shiny from the tears that had built up. “...we all lost someone...Amy was a different person to each of us...but maybe we have to lose that person for some reason…”

“Adrian, do not try to give me that ‘it’s for the best’ bullshit.” Lily took a deep breath as Adrian shrugged.

“I’m not. I guess it’s just the alcohol talking, but I was going to propose to Amy that night and maybe it was a sign I shouldn’t have, or maybe the world is punishing me for my sins...but fuck all of that...it’s...it’s a forgotten memory and we need to forget just like Amy...”

---------------- Amy’s POV ------------------

It was a weird feeling that I couldn’t describe. Having people who seemed like strangers tell me all about the things we’ve done together gave me such comfort and anxiety at the same time. I wanted to believe and trust each of them but at the same time, it would be so easy to lie about it. Maybe I’m just being paranoid about the situation - nobody would really benefit from creating an elaborate story just to mess with my mind.

God this IV really stings...and now that I’m thinking about it, my ribs really hurt too. I should call the doctor or nurse but it’s nearly midnight. I mean it’s their job but they’re humans and I don’t want to be that super needy patient…

At least that Lily girl seems genuine, I can see why I was her best friend. I appreciate her sincerity more than I can verbalize to her. I’m still wary of Jax though - that man looks like he could kill in an instant and I don’t want to get on his bad side. I’m glad they’re friends with each other though - they seem to get along really well and...Adrian. Poor bastard. I broke his heart. I broke his heart and I can’t even help it. How am I supposed to even really process that whole fucking mess. He’s so sweet and gentle and genuine and I can’t even reciprocate it back to him...but maybe with time I could…? But Kamilah...she makes my heart skip a beat too...but she’s so unlike anyone I’ve even taken interest in - callous and stoic most of the time with very few soft spots. It wouldn’t be any type of understatement to claim my heart is as confused as my head.

#kamilah x mc #kamilah sayeed #kamilah the bloodqueen post

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srose-foxfire · 3 years

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Damirae Week 2021 - Day 6

“Towards Home” Day 6: Pets / Animals

Raven was very much exhausted as she reached a clearing in the woods. She leaned against a pine tree to catch her breath and steady her over-beating heart. Part of her was just tired from running non-stop but the other part had been scared. Raven had stood there in Damian’s study, he had brought her there to show her the enchanted rose that somehow regained its magical glow. She had thought some good had just happen instead Damian’s character completely reverted back to when they first met. The moon had passed over most of the night sky, dawn would be nearing. They needed to find shelter, rest, and continue on with their journey-

Raven had noticed Sombra had perched on a nearby branch and was staying rather very silently as it looked to the right where the forest was denser. The young girl managed to keep her breathing steady and moved around the tree she was leaning against. From the shadows of the forest, there it emerges very carefully. The creature she once saw, the first time she had fled from the castle, the one that had softened her fall, months ago. Scared Raven hid behind the tree, she heard Sombra squawk angrily towards the unusual invader.

The strange creature then lowered its head and whimpered. Raven peeked from around the tree and gaze at the creature, as it lay down, keeping its large head between it thick paws. Sombra from the top of the trees continue to squawk and swoop down, trying to scare off and protect its mistress.

“Sombra stop.” Raven said sternly as she carefully walked around the tree. “You are not trying to hurt me…” She stops just a foot away from it. “That day we met, when I fell, you saved me didn’t you?”

Whatever this strange creature was, raised it head to her height, perking up it ears. It looked almost like an overlarge dog but transformed into a terrifying creature to be feared by anyone who dared gaze at it. The large dog’s head was long and square-like, with black pointed ears, it had very short fine black fur, and its eyes were dark. It was definitely bigger than Damian’s beastly form.

Very carefully, Raven reached out a hand and stroked behind its ear. She gasped when the large dog started licking her hand and wag it large tail. Raven couldn’t help but giggle, Sombra then landed next to them and looked up at the creature with curious eyes. It hopped near it, before long the large dog, sniffed him and licked him. Sombra squawk and flew up on top of the creature’s head.

“I don’t suppose you know someplace we could stay. We happen to be homeless at the moment.” The large dog, only grunted turn it back and lay down. Raven knitted her eyebrows together but cautiously got on the large creature. She wasn’t sure if she was seated properly, she never once ridden a horse or any other rideable animal. It took her through the thick forest but avoided any loose branches so she wouldn’t get scraped. The black large dog walked on top of a hill and in the distance could make out the point of the towers of Wayne Castle. Turning her head, Raven looked back to the path as she noticed they were nearing a cave.

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Morning came and Raven woke up to the smell of wet moss and dew drops. In the distance she could hear some playful barking, curious she walked outside the small cave which she came to conclude was the large dog’s home. Exiting the cave Raven found Sombra flapping and jumping as he played with their unusual friend. She gave out a laugh as it looked like the two were old friends despite their forms and size. How could this creature be evil, she wonder? Dick had mentioned that a large black monster, probably this large dog, guarded the castle. Yet she didn’t see no monster, Raven just saw an oversized playful dog that only wanted to protect and play.

The large dog-like creature barked happily and zoomed past Raven, going back inside its cave. Sombra flew onto Raven’s shoulder as they both waited for the creature to emerge from its home. It return outside, holding some sort of round band in it mouth, walking gracefully towards Raven, it handed her the round band.

“What do you have here?” Raven asked ash she took the band in her hands and inspected it. A dog collar. Raven lifted a brow and examined the black band. It was a knitted black collar, with many threads out of place, probably due to being worked out. She noticed a silver rusty-round tag, both sides engraved. It took Raven a while to decipher the text since some words had been scratched from years of being out in harsh weather, or scraped against rocks; Raven could only assume. She was able to decipher one side and her eyes widen when she read, what was the address to the tag:

If found, please return to

Prince Damian Al Ghul-Wayne,

~ Wayne Castle ~

Raven looked from the tag to the large dog, she flipped the tag around and read the name engraved: Titus. This creature was Damian’s dog, she had seen an old portrait of a small black Dane puppy sitting in a meadow of dandelions. Raven would sometimes find Damian looking at that portrait in the parlor.

Raven’s chest suddenly starting aching remembering what Damian had told her last night. “When the witch cast the curse and she transformed me, she said she would take everything I held dear would be gone.”

The witch, she took everything that Damian ever cherished. Then a sudden thought crossed her mind, Damian mentioned that the rose had become a symbol of good fortune, but even it’s light faded. Though last night it regained the light he had mentioned, after Raven touched it. Some good has come from the curse, them meeting was proof of that. Could Damian believed she would had been fated some terrible fate if she continued to stay with him? Could that be the reason why he ordered and scared her off from his castle? Raven only prayed that it was true, that he had acted the way he did to only protect her. No one had ever done that for her.

Raven had never felt like she belonged anywhere, she never had friends, or ever shared a holiday meal with anyone but herself. She always looked out for herself back in Trigon’s lands. Raven had always been alone till she befriended a lone raven during her travels, then she came upon Wayne castle. Where she met the most unusual cursed family who immediately welcomed her into their home, except their youngest member. Though over time even he opened up and they became friends.

Raven felt her chest ache as she thought of the Wayne’s, imagined what they were doing this late morning. She gasped when she realized she had started crying as Sombra and Titus watched her. It occurred to her Raven never once thought of leaving or asking Damian to leave the castle. Not after she learned so much from everyone, not after spending some ‘girl time’ with Kori, Cass, and Stephanie. Raven wanted to do more holiday meals and celebrations. She had so much fun when they all danced and laughed together. How could she think of leaving when each day, Raven wanted to read to Damian another book she discovered in the castle’s library.

Raven slumped down to her knees and continue to cry. Titus and Sombra came next to her, her pet raven perched on her knees while Titus whimpered and nudge Raven’s shoulder with his nose. Raven petted them both as her tears started to dry up, “let’s go home.”

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Damian hadn’t slept resulting him being very much tired. His siblings had tried to get him to eat but he was rather dead inside. He paid no one any attention. The places in his castle where he once found solace were no longer bearable, he couldn’t stand it. Everywhere he looked, he was reminded of her.

Damian needed to find a way to move on and forget all about the girl that came to his castle months ago. He should had made her leave that day she first walked into his home, then he wouldn’t be feeling like this. Damian felt his heart turned over inside of him, he left weak and vulnerable. At any moment he could break out into tears again. He had fallen madly in love with Raven, and now she was gone.

Damian laid in a corner of the parlor, the same parlor where they had all celebrated the end of the year’s celebration together. Where Raven had made Damian dance with her to the off-beat music his siblings were playing. How could he just erase those precious memories? How could he just forget the moments they had spent together where he wanted them to last a lifetime? When Raven would read to him, when they cooked together, when they take a stroll through the castle together and answer any question she had. He was a fool.

Damian sighed heavily, his face was between in the corner, but Damian knew too well that his nosy siblings were in the room with him, they were just – which was strange – keeping extremely quiet. Everyone was scattered in the room, Jason and Cass were playing a game of chess, Dick lay across an old sofa with his head propped on top of Kori’s lap. Stephanie was dusting an old tapestry that depicted the castle’s first annual masquerade ball. Tim was floating near the window, looking outside and the day dreaded on.

“Guys… you won’t believe who is riding towards the castle on a… what the heck is that?” Tim added rather out loud as he was able to gain everyone’s attention. At his statement everyone floated towards the window looking out to what caught Tim’s attention, they all gasped.

“It’s Raven?!” Kori added very delighted.

The mentioned of her name brought Damian out of his trance. He wanted to believe he was in some dream, where Raven turned back and returned to his arms asking for permission to stay. Could it really be her? Damian slowly walked towards another window and gaze outside, there up the main walkway of the castle’s entrance was Raven, she came in fast on top of the creature Damian had only once ever catch a glimpse of. It was the monster that guarded their castle to ensure no one came in or out. Beside them, Sombra was flying matching the creature’s speed.

Without even realizing what he was doing, Damian dashed out of the parlor and ran through corridors until he reaches the main doorways to exit. His mind was running all over the place, some were if he had gone to sleep and this was all just a dream his unconscious mind had created for him. Other thoughts were that Raven only returned to stock on supplies for her long quest to finding her mother’s homeland. Just one thought, one Damian was holding tightly to his aching heart was that she came back for him.To be with him.

Damian pried open the doors, he use his whole body to open them and stopped just above the doorsteps as Raven and the creature she was riding stopped right at the foot of his castle. Damian went down the steps slowly, with his brows narrowed, “you came back? I told you to leave and yet, you came back.” Damian didn’t mean to almost whisper his statement, but he couldn’t believe he would find Raven, standing right before him after last night’s incident.

“I had to… I know the curse took so much away from you and I wanted to return to you an old friend of yours.” Raven added softly before dismounting her strange steed. “Damian, meet Titus.”

“Titus?” The creature both bark and whimpered as it took three steps and give Damian a lick across his face. “Titus! It is you! I missed you so much friend.” The cursed prince wrapped his massive fur arms around the Titus’s neck. Damian had thought that his dog had died many years ago, he wasn’t able to find him when they all fell under the curse. To think his beloved dog, his great Dane had just been outside the castle walls all these years. Damian was both filled with happiness and sadness, realizing that Titus had been alone for such a long time. After petting Titus, Damian turned his attention to the raven-hair maiden that seemed to bring in light to his world. “You found him for me… thank you.”

“He actually found me.” Raven added timidly, she then folded her arms behind her back, almost as if she was embarrassed to speak to him. “Damian, I came back because I want to-”

Raven didn’t finish her sentence, out of thin hair a creature with blueish skin and arms covered in feathers swooped down and grabbed Raven. It screeched harshly and it ascended to the skies with the girl Damian loved. He was able to recognize the winged creature to be a harpy from the many books on mythical and enchanted creatures.

“Damian!” Raven screamed as she tried to land a hit on her captor.

“Raven! Release her!” Damian called out. Raven’s pet raven, Sombra flew up towards the harpy. He tried to peck the harpy, but the harpy managed to evade Sombra attacks and then slashed him with her claws. Injured, Sombra was falling down, Damian ran on all fours and then jumped to catch the bird in his paws. Titus ran and stood next to its former master, barking at the harpy. Damian grunted and ran towards back to the castle; there his siblings were waiting at the door. Their eyes were filled with anger and desperation wanting to help, but the curse did not allow them; their souls were forever bound to the castle. Damian handed Dick the injured raven.

“Damian what are you going to do?” His older brother questioned.

“I am going to go and save the woman I love.” Damian said through clenched teeth. Titus barked and turned his body, so his back faced Damian and his head was pointed at the harpy who was looking to be farther away into the skies, heading to some mountains in the distance. Damian leapt and mounted Titus, commanding his old friend to chase after the harpy. As Titus ran, Damian looked up, he could barely make out Raven anymore, she was disappearing between thick dark gray clouds.

Raven wait for me, I am coming for you.

#damirae week 2021 #damirae #damirae week #Damian Wayne #Damian al Ghul #raven roth #raven #raven and damian #Beauty and the Beast AU #day 6 #see you next time

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doloresdraws · 3 years

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I am slowly filling this OC question meme with all my WoD characters and it is a lot of fun, but also very exhausting.

Here is your chance to get to know more about Stanley, my sewer goblin Nosferatu boy ❤ ❤ ❤

❤ There is also a video process of this painting on my Youtube channel ❤

1) Stanley rarely gets angry, when he is supposed to be angry he instead get anxious and either starts to talk nonsense or stays silent.

2) He finds the idea lovely, but he knows that he will never meet anyone he could call a soulmate

3) More than being a pet peeve it just really makes him uncomfortable: when people are loudly shouting at him or at someone else.

4) He often thinks about his early childhood before he was seprated from his baby sister.

5) Probably the time he spent in the hospital before he found out about the Nosferatu and became their ghoul. Before that incident, he was feeling safe, taken care of and loved having a routine, knowing the place well and always looked forward to visits from his sister.

6) When he was separated from his sister and put into different foster homes.

7) He wouldn’t even go to a bar, too many people and too loud for his taste.

8) He was pretty badly beaten up when he was living on the street, but nothing was ever broken. After the Embrace he made Maks (his Sire) pretty unhappy a few times which resulted in him getting a few broken ribs. He tries to stay away from danger, but sometimes it doesn’t work out.

9) He would like to forget finding a dead woman’s body in the sewers.

10) His happiest memory is playing peek-a-boo with his sister in the driveway, he was oblivious about the world and his future. Life was good at that moment.

11) No, he doesn’t. His type is everyone who would treat him nice and made him feel safe :) He currently has a woman he got kinda attached to, only because she was nice to him when he accidentally bumped into her on the street. He had a hoodie over his face and it was dark. She thought he was a homeless kid. She helped him gather all of the small trinkets he dropped in the collision and he was captivated by her kindness, so he followed her home XD

12) Many – he has a collection of various random things he found in the sewers, he collects everything that catches his attention – mainly some personal things like rings, bracelettes, scrunchies, he even found a photo album. He remembers the exact place he found each of his possessions and he likes to imagine stories for each item. He keeps bracelet of the dead woman in case he would one day found out her identity and could return it to her family.

13+14) He has no tattoos or piercings, only way too many fangs in his small mouth that pierce his lips and cheeks XD

15) His dream house would be somewhere where he would be frozen in time as a happy child together with his sister.

16) You would not expect to find out that he is actually not a child, but a grown man, his small and frail stature is deceiving.

17) He has always good intentions with gifts, but he is not the best at choosing gifts XD He misjudges other people’s interest in smelly, sewer treasures XD

18) He knows he has a great memory, but because it has brought him so much trouble, both internal and external, he isn’t really proud or even happy he has an eidetic memory.

19) A stranger would describe him as a weird, smelly kid who talks too fast XD

20) Someone who spent more time around him and got to know him more (Mateusz) would describe him as a scared, smol man who might look like he can’t even count to ten but is actually very clever, but let others walk all over him because he is afraid of conflict.

21) He, himself is a walking insecurity :) But his biggest one is to not be understood when talking as he normally talks pretty fast, but when he is nervous and considering how many fangs he has it is sometimes hard for him to make sense and then he gets even more agitated as he is worried he will convey the message in a wrong way.

22) Physical: dexterity, non-physical: wits

23) Depends on the nature of the lie, most likely he would just nod and tried to understand the reason why he was lied to.

24) He has fond memories of the summer as when he was on the street, summer nights were warm and he didn’t have to worry about freezing to death. Aside this he is indifferent to the weather.

25) From romantic point of view he never had anyone he could say these words to, in general terms he only said I love you to his sister. He wouldn’t have a problem saying it first, but as a Nossie he knows that chances of him finding someone who would even want to spend time with him are almost none, so he will probably never say it to anyone else.

26) His only issue with openly sharing his worries is his fear of not being believed or worse be punished, so it depends on the person. If he knows that the person won’t get angry at him, he will share his worries.

27) No, he never saw anyone die. But the dead woman in the sewers was the first dead body he saw and he can’t erase the empty look on her face, it haunts him every night. He feels sad for her, being left there nameless, alone, dumped like trash. She surely had family somewhere and maybe they are still looking for her to this day…just like his sister is looking for him…

28) He totally is ticklish, he is very sensitive to touch, mainly because he is not used to be touched at the first place.

29) Very low pain tolerance, he hates being in physical pain and he knows that he now can heal pretty much everything, but it doesn’t take away the fact that he would much rather avoid getting hurt in the first place.

30) He wishes he would have been brave enough to say no to some of the things he is asked to do.

31) He isn’t a particularly messy eater, he mainly feeds on rats, not because of the guilt, but because he thinks that feeding from mortals is very stressful and scary ordeal.

32) Most unloved: when he got stuck obfuscated in the same room as the woman he followed home and unfortunately had to watch her and her date being intimate with each other. Not only he felt innapropriate, but it made him feel so lonely and sad that he never in his life felt so safe with someone to share such closeness and now he never will.

33) When he was reunited with his sister after years apart. Despite her being the younger sibling she basically took care for him and did everything she could to get his mental health problems under control.

34) He would most likely hate to lose touch as he likes to touch things XD On the other hand he would gladly lost hearing, so he could no longer spy on people :D

35) He likes small talk, because it feels relaxing and he doesn’t have to worry about saying too much.

36) He would have asked Maks if he ever cared about him as a person or if he just considered him a tool, a good asset to have because of his memory skills.

37) To the past, to his early childhood to spend more time as a naive child with the person he cares the most in the world.

38) positive: his sister – she made him feel loved and made him feel like he mattered, the staff and other patients in the hospital – they made him feel safe, cared for and not alone, negative: various people he met while he was on the street, his foster families, and to an extent his biological parents though he didn’t meet with them after.

39) Depends, in the hospital he liked being surrounded by people because they were nice and he felt safe with them, as a Nossie he prefers to be alone because the other Kindred most often than not scare him. He likes to spend time with Jamie (the ghoul that is living in the sewers with them) because of her child-like personality, she seems harmless and he likes that.

40) The scary thing that he had seen in one part of the tunnels one night, nobody believes him but he is pretty sure there is something terriyfing livin there. Aside this probably his Sire Maks, but he had heard that he met Final death.. apparently by Mateusz’s hands of all people…

#my art #clan nosferatu #oc Stanley #vamily #doloresdrawsocs #wod #World Of Darkness #vtm #vtr #vampire the requiem #vampire the masquerade #digital portait #digital painting #Vampire Art #chronicles of darkness #nossies

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bonniebird · 3 years

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Klaus’ True Love (Part Two)

Klaus Mikaelson x Immortal!Fem!Reader

Summary: A thousand years ago Klaus lost her. The only girl he ever truly loved but now he's found her again, he's not letting her go without answers.

Part One

Part Three

Part Four

“So you found the spell, what do you want from me?” Klaus asked furiously. He’d been called to the boarding house, pulled away from his watch over you inspecting his art, to deal with inferior creatures that seemed unable to function without him.

“Bonnie isn’t powerful enough to use the spell.” Elena said defensively, stepping in front of Bonnie when Klaus bared his fangs at her.

“Well I’ll have someone find you a stronger witch.” He snapped before vanishing leaving them to wonder where he was keeping you.

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“You look different now.” Klaus smiled when you jumped and turned away from the painting in front of you.

“I don’t want this spell lifted, I don’t want to lose Elena and Jer… Aunt Judith.” Your fingers reached out to brush the paint and he gently caught your hand.

“You never could keep those hands to yourself.” You looked up at him as he swallowed and twisted his fingers into yours, before you got uncomfortable enough to pull away, he dropped your hand and hurried over to the corner of the room.

“I managed to save your flower for you… when we first settled in Fell’s church you said you’d never seen something that could rival the beauty of the sun setting over the sea.” He pulled back the panel that had stood against one wall, revealing a large pot of dirt with the same flowers that grew around your window pane at home,

“Aunt Judith thinks it’s odd the flower seems to grow just for me.” You muttered, forgetting to fill in the vampire on what it was you meant but he seemed more engrossed in watching you finger the delicate purple petals.

“I named it after you, it has become very popular.” He smiled at you and moved away, leaving you with the plant.

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“Thank you.” you whispered. Despite the kidnapping and threats against your siblings Klaus seemed… oddly indifferent to upsetting you, unlike Damon who almost tore your throat out the first time you met.

“A small gesture for a love I lost.” He muttered. You ran your fingers across one of the many sculptures and pulled your hand back, he was right, you learnt by touch and the desire to hold everything you saw was almost a hidden need.

“How did I get like this, clearly what you have told me is true enough for my sister and her brood of vampires to believe you.” You ask, settling down on the end of your bed as you waited for his answer.

“It is a very long story (Y/N) one that I will not know all of until you remember yourself.” He hesitated for a moment before beginning to speak.

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“What have you done, she had no part of this… have you become so blinded by your need for power that innocent people must die?” Klaus hissed at his father hysterically as you didn’t resurface from the lake beneath him.

“You are a savage animal, what I did was mercy compared to a life with you.” Mikael spat back. He didn’t notice the flower you’d dropped being crushed beneath his boot but the desperate hybrid’s fingers plucked it from the ground and cradled it in his hands.

“Father, how could you do it?” Rebekah yelled bravely as she tore through the woods, following the sounds of her brother’s despair. He raised a hand to slap her but Elijah appeared just in time to take the blow.

“I will not be questioned by my own children.” He hissed, storming away, leaving the siblings to comfort one another.

Your gasp for air was sad and desperate, drawing the attention of the Mikaelson patriarch. He watched you pull yourself from the lake, sitting for a moment to take stock of what happened to you, before making his presence known.

“I never thought we ourselves could create another.” His ramblings made no sense to you as he held your chin up so he could look at your face closely.

“What have you done to me?” You sobbed. He frowned before lifting you to your feet by your arm.

“You must eat; do not worry I will find a witch to keep you safe from my wife’s bastard.” His voice attempted to be soft and comforting but made your skin crawl. You didn’t dare cry out for help, assuming he would have killed Niklaus for attacking him and showing such defiance.

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“So he used compulsion to keep me under his control, why didn’t it wear off when he died?” You asked. Before you could panic Klaus was on his feet gently placing his hands on your shoulder.

“The witches, he forced the Gilbert’s, Lockwood’s and Bennet’s to protect you and the tradition was passed down, I have no doubt your Aunt knows something of your secret but hasn’t the heart to say anything… admittedly from me but not only did that guarantee your obedience, it erased any oddity of your ageing.” He took his hands away as you shook your head and pushed his arms.

“Aging oddity, I remember my birthdays and Elena’s birth… we fought over who could hold Jeremy first, my mother told me off on my sixth birthday for pushing Elena off a chair.” You yell at him frantically, pacing the room. He reached to comfort you but you shoved him away as tears fell down your cheeks.

“They are not real memory’s, the power in the land here keeps everyone human from seeing the truth.” You let Klaus wrap you in his arms as your legs gave out underneath you.

“But… No, I… you’re not taking those memories from me by undoing that spell.” You say firmly pounding your fists against the vampire’s chest.

“They will still remain (Y/N), if they didn’t everyone in Fell’s Church would know that you haven’t aged for a thousand years… all it will mean is, you will remember me and your real parents.” His voice cracked a little as he felt you give into the longing to rest yourself against him.

“But what if they don’t?” You whispered. He didn’t reply as he kissed your forehead and sat you back on the end of your bed.

“I will find a witch powerful enough to make sure they do.” He beckoned you to follow him and led you to a car with blacked out windows, indicating for the man in the front to take you wherever you wanted to go and shut the door without another word to you.

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“Elena!” You ran up the Boarding house drive, wrapping your arms around your sister and began sobbing into her shoulder.

“Listen to me even if you forget… we forget, we love you, when Mom and Dad died you were with us and you lost them to and everything with Jer… you’ll always be our sister.” You smiled and wiped the tears from her cheeks before embracing Bonnie.

“I’m sorry if I’d have known what Grams was doing…” You hugged your best friend and smiled.

“You always do what’s right Bonnie; you can’t fix something you don’t know is broken.” She grinned at you.

“Well this is all very touching lady’s but I have to prepare my home for an invasion of narcissistic immortals so if we could move it inside.” Damon snapped from behind you. you shared a silent smile with Stefan as you fell in step with him.

Three hours later Klaus and two other vampires appeared in the doorway dragging a woman they claimed to be causing trouble for several vampires. You reluctantly agreed to sit where they told you and Bonnie began hovering over the witch’s shoulder to make sure she was doing the spell correctly.

She began chanting something over and over, the room seemed to heave and shrink around you until it vanished entirely and there was just a plain door with a bolt in front of you. without hesitation you opened the door and let what was behind it wash over you.

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“(Y/N) …. Oh god please be ok, please… don’t leave us.” Elena’s tears felt like cold droplets of ice on your skin and for a moment you couldn’t move.

“Drink this.” The blond woman that Klaus had come with was kneeling on the other side of you, holding a slightly warm baggie of blood.

“Rebekah.” You muttered, taking the bag and tearing it open drinking whatever you hadn’t split.

“Drink the witch, she’s no use for anything else.” Damon muttered when your hungry gaze fixed on your sister.

“What happened to her?” You asked as Rebekah helped you away from Elena and over to the now dead witch.

“Some spells kill us if we’re too weak.” Bonnie’s voice was wavering, no doubt the whole dead witch and vampire subject was hitting her a little harder than she liked to let on.

“Well as long as she’s dead and it stops me from devouring you all.” You muttered. You went to sink your new fangs into her neck only to have Klaus stop you.

“You drink from her like that we’ll have a town with no blood supply.” He stepped between you and the witch, sinking his teeth into her neck, before pulling away and indicating for you to feed from the marks he’d left.

Your gaze on Klaus lasted longer than needed and it wasn’t until he sat next to the witch and pulled you into his lap that you noticed everyone else had moved to the next room. His lips found yours in a kiss that held a deep longing and need that you felt your heart would explode if it lasted much longer.

“I hope you know I will never be without you again.” He whispered, brushing tendrils of hair from your face as he looked up at you. you placed a gentle kiss on his lips, smiling to yourself when he moaned and curled his hands into the chair to stop himself from touching you.

“I feel horrible.” You muttered, ruining the moment when your fangs extended and refused to vanish again.

“You haven’t eaten properly for a long time; magic supplementing is a form of witchly torture so you’re going to be starving.” He shifted so you could feed without leaving his embrace and without much prompting you sank your teeth into the witch’s neck.

He moved your hair out of his way and had to sink his fangs into his lip to stop himself from moaning at the sight of you feeding, feeling the rush of power the blood was giving you.

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They had been lovers - (alex mercer x sibling! reader) + (luke patterson x reader)

words count: 2052

request: no

summary: Y/N find a huge secret about his brother and need some time alone. But Alex seems to want talking about all of this.

warnings: sadness (?)

a/n : I tried to make this fic gender neutral, I’m not sure I've succeed but I really tried.

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tagged: @standingtalllove @happinessinthedarkesttimes @asdfghjkl-fanfics @lukeys-giggle

The night was beautiful, the clear and dark sky made it possible to see the thousands of small dots twinkling. The stars were multiplying in the sky like the hundreds of thoughts going through your head. You were serene, calm and the immensity of the night did not scare you. You wouldn't trade your seat for anything in the world. Even though your head was full, you had the strange feeling of being emptied. Being alone on this roof didn’t scare you, on the contrary, it washed away all the anxieties that had been created in the hollow of your chest these last hours. After finding out about this secret, you couldn't blame your brother. Or rather, you couldn't be mad at him for that reason. But you were hurt. A twenty-five years silence had been broken, an intimate information Alex had kept deeply for himself, for them. A secret that destroyed the dusts of hope that had formed in your soul since you were fourteen. The theories about twins have never been truer than now: they shared everything, down to the person they had feelings for.

This will teach you to dig through your old stuff. But could the boys really blame you? The loft was a mess, it was flooded with all your stuff. Rose seemed to have kept everything: some of the boys' clothes - most of which belonged to Luke since he had mostly lived in the garage when he had run away - their instruments, the many songbooks, the demos, the band's banner, but also, countless memories like many Polaroids.

Among the photos that you had browsed to get drunk of the times when the four of you were still alive, you have discovered some more intimate than others. It all started with a photo of Alex asleep on the sofa: "First night", another where you could see two hands intertwined, you recognized Luke's rings. Alex also wore rings, but it was the tricolor bracelet that made you realize it was him with Luke. Another cliché was becoming even more obvious: Luke licking Alex's cheek as your brother grimaced in mock disgust. In the white space of the Polaroid it was written in black felt-tip pen with a messy handwriting: "playing with the handsome boyfriend"

But it was the last picture that broke your heart. Luke seemed to be the most romantic of the couple, which surprised you a bit as your brother was quite sentimental. The last shot showed the guitarist, supposedly lying on the sofa bed. Around his neck, Alex's blonde head could clearly be seen. He was tight against him, hiding, perfectly asleep. Both were shirtless, which made you uncomfortable looking at the photo. Once again, a note was written on the white space of the polaroid: "a year of love".

One year. A full year, twelve months of a secret relationship and maybe even more. How long have they loved each other? How long had it lasted? Because you couldn't really deny this information anymore, the photo made it obvious: they had been lovers.

A distinct pop sound was heard. The sound of a few footsteps on the roof tiles caught your attention, but you didn't move. The movements approached you, a fuzzy pink shape giving you a clue to the disruptor of your thoughts. Soon, the intruder comes to lie down next to you, leaving you overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne. You don't need all these little details to recognize your neighbor on the right. There was only one person who allowed himself to enter into such a private moment: your brother.

You felt blue and you let the darkness of the night engulf you. The secret that you had discovered explained many things like: this complicity that Alex shared with him and only him, the small touches, the looks that you had sometimes intercepted between the two musicians. You knew now: They had been lovers.

Silence reigned for several minutes without it being awkward, neither of you or Alex knowing how to start this conversation. Come to think of it, was there really a need to discuss it? It was the drummer who finally broke the silence.

“y/n…i’m sorry”

You let out a sigh before smiling weakly into the night. It was typical of your brother: apologizing when there was no need. Alex was a sensitive person and even under his armor of sarcasm he was incredibly gentle.

“why are you apologizing about, ‘lex?”

“I didn’t know. I’m your brother, your twin, and I didn’t know.”

“I am the one who hides his emotions the best.”

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Slowly you turned your head to look deeply at your brother. You could see the worry in his eyes but also the regret. This question, you could very well have asked him in return because between you two, it was him who had hidden a huge secret. But you couldn't blame him, it was his right. You didn't have any and that's why you kept your feelings quiet.

"Because you would have tried to control your feelings to make me happy."

Alex couldn't lie about it. It didn't matter what he had been through with the guitarist and lead singer of their band. If he had known his sibling had feelings for Luke, he would have suppressed his in a second. Despite your lying positions, you could see him look down, seeming to consider your words. He knew you were right, that he would have done anything for you even if it meant sacrificing his feelings for his best friend.

"Alex, you have the right to be happy."

But it was not enough. Your brother was moving his thoughts like you had done a few minutes before. This situation seemed to upset him, like any situation involving change.

"’Lex ..."

The blond drummer turned his face to you, lost. You knew you would have to find the right words, in addition to repeating the ones you had already said just a few seconds ago. You sighed to give yourself a little courage, helping him to find a calm that had escaped very slightly.

"I don't blame you. We don't control how we feel. I'm not mad at you. You deserve to be happy, Alex."

A faint smile played on the corners of Alex's lips as a few tears beaded from his eyes. Slowly, you stretched out your hand to erase them with the back of your index finger. It was your turn to be the protective sibling. Sometimes Alex needed to be reminded that he was important and that thinking about himself wouldn't hurt him.

You've always had a crush on Luke. You realized your feelings for your brother's best friend when you were fourteen. You had never declared yourself, however, considering that the friendship that existed between your brother and the guitarist was too precious. Friendship ... If only you had known that there had always been more than that between them. Because the reality was there: They had been lovers

But despite your feelings, you had always been close to Luke, as you were to Reggie. They were first and foremost Alex's best friends, but step by step they had become yours.

“Does he know? Does he know that…I love him ?” you asked

“I think he's starting to understand.”

Since your arrival in 2020, things had changed between you and Luke. The first time the guitarist had been to see his parents, Alex, Reggie and you had followed him in secret. But when the boys left, finding it best to leave Luke alone, you stayed. You stayed until he saw you and got angry. You stayed until he exploded again, in your arms as you ran your hands through his messy hair, kissing the top of his head tenderly to give him the much-needed comfort. Because deep down you knew. You knew Luke just needed to be loved again, he needed to be “touched” after seeing his parents again.

After that moment everything started to change. It was like Luke needed your presence all the time, to feel against him. He was eager to hug you, rub his nose on your neck, or just kiss your cheek. You had the impression to feel his gaze sliding over you more than usual, you melted when he gave you a warm smile. But all of this, all of these signs that you thought you saw might have just been your imagination.

Silence came over you again and once again it wasn't embarrassing. You liked the silence, you liked looking at the stars without any noise around you. Only your breaths disturbed this soothing silence. As you gazed at the sky, you couldn't help but countless thoughts cross your mind. You had so many questions for Alex. How did it happen? When did it happen? How long had it lasted? Were they still together today? You seemed to know that last answer already, having noticed the looks Luke had been giving Julie over the past few weeks, especially at the concert they played Finally Free. But the only question that crossed your lips was this one:

“Do you still love him?”

You looked back at your brother, only to see him smirk, almost nostalgic.

“Part of me always will. He’s my first love.”

It seemed like a logical answer and it broke your heart once again, although on a certain side hearing this from your brother seemed to hit you less and less hard. Reality hit you with less pain. You were starting to get used to this idea. They had been the most important person to each other for a year: they had been lovers.

“You know…it’s over…between me and him”

Unconsciously, your brother had answered one of the questions you had been asking yourself since the moment you discovered this secret. In a way, you were sad to hear that your brother was no longer with Luke. That their relationship was over and your curiosity took precedence, once again.

“why?”

“because we work better by being best friend. Because I know he’s falling for someone great.”

You regretted your question now. Luke had evolved, just like Alex was currently doing with Willie, although that's what led you to Caleb and those really painful electric shocks. But it was obvious, Luke was also starting to recover from this love affair and you noticed how not special you were another one was. All those looks, those moments where your skin had touched, everything was in your head, everything was only the rantings of a teenager in love.

“Yeah, Julie is great”. you said with a little disappointment in your voice

Alex chuckled. You had both risen to a sitting position. Your arms circled your knees as you rested your chin on them. You turned your head towards your brother, raising an eyebrow. And despite the darkness of the night, he could see your questioning expression thanks to the reflection of the moon on your face.

“It’s not Julie I was thinking about”

“Reggie?”

Alex laughed again before sighing gently. You couldn't be so oblivious or you just tried to ignore the possibility, shielding yourself from possible teenage grief.

“You.”

"Me?"

“Yes, y/n. You. Luke is falling for you. ”

“But… Alex… he’s.. And, you ..”

“I'm okay with that. You deserve to be happy and I know you’ll be good to each other.”

In perfect timing, the distinctive sound of a pop was heard behind you. Alex looked up and his shy smile confirmed the doubt that had settled in you as to the identity of this new arrival. Your brother gave you a protective look and then gave you a slight wink.

"I think you need to talk to each other."

The blond drummer stood up cautiously and when you turned your head to see him go, you noticed the hand he placed on Luke's shoulder. And the last thing you heard before your brother disappeared into a ghostly cloud was, "I trust you. Take care of her/him like you took care of me, Luke."

They had been lovers and now, strange as it may sound, you had Alex's blessing ... leaving you the possibility for Luke as for you, of being, in turn: lovers.

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