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moth-mimic · 5 months

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Mystical Powers?

at work I drank a cold brew coffee, diet coke, and sweet tea all at the same time and I had to release the caffeine somehow I’m so sorry

‣ pairing: Astarion x reader but from Gale’s POV

‣ words: 1697

‣ content: all jokes, Gale is purposefully mischaracterized, Gale is a ‘nice guy’ and owns smut fanfiction (implied), unrequited rivalry, Gale is basically Matthew Patel

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‣ summary: Gale has done everything for you. Yes, he has ate your artifacts, but the reason you even offered them was because you were undoubtedly attracted to him. It was obvious from the way you talked to him last out of the entire group before going to sleep every night. He was just special like that. However, others— specifically a seductive white-haired elf— are not so keen to respect your guy’s destiny to be together. Gale sets out to prove luscious locks are never more important than a pure heart (without any ulterior motives at all).

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Gale rummaged through his collections of books, desperately searching for the one holy piece of information that could grant him a solution to this little problem of his. This problem was not one of scholarly importance, he was well aware, and it was not likely he would find his answer in his ancient texts. But these books were all he knew. What was he going to do, communicate like a normal human that had not been cooped up in his depression tower for years? Blasphemy.

He had taken much of his time alone as of late to contemplate on how he should proceed with the situation. He was not avoiding it, obviously not. He was merely worried for your safety. A fragile one like you was not meant to associate yourself with those like Astarion, an elf skilled in the craft of manipulation and deceitful seduction. Astarion had merely blinded you. Gale was your only hope for freedom. He definitely did not think this just because he wanted to feel needed. And definitely not because he was just sick of seeing the both of you make bedroom eyes across each nightly bonfire.

Lost in his thoughts, his attention suddenly snapped back as he noticed a book of interest. He picked it up gingerly as he read the title.

“Taken by the Vampire King… What a lovely piece of literature, if I do say so myself.” He muttered as he began to delicately pry the cover open. He suddenly stopped himself and slammed the book closed as he remembered the point of this search. “No, this will not assist me. Well…. if seduction is what draws Tav to the pale elf, then I suppose…”

“Now what in the hells are you doing making such a mess in here?”

The sudden voice nearly caused Gale to literally explode, his hands grasping at his chest to calm himself. He spasmed for a minute as his brain rebooted. “Uh, uh, I—“ And then, as if a switch was flipped on inside his brain, he irritably whipped around. “To all gods, Astarion, what are you doing giving me such a fright in the middle of the night? Do you know nothing of peace?”

“Pardon me, but I am an elf. I’m not in need of sleep like you poor little things.” He snorted, conceited as usual, prowling over towards Gale and taking a peek at the book before Gale can even throw it across his tent. “And I see you’re busying yourself with… important matters, hm?”

“It’s for educational— No, what do you want from me, Astarion?”

“Just a friend…” he pouted like a neglected child, collapsing onto Gale’s bedroll in defeat. Gale would feel a twinge of guilt if it was not his mortal enemy saying those words. And also if there wasn’t an obvious layer of sarcasm beneath.

“No, no, out with it.”

“Uh, fine. I was wondering if you had some type of strength potion. I feel like utter shit.” Astarion sighed as he threw his head back, blowing a strand of wandering hair out of his face. Gale studied him as he was distracted— it didn’t seem like he was lying. He looked like utter shit, his hands twitching and under eyes so dark as if he had never seen the sun in his 200+ years of life. (Gale would soon realize this observation was, in fact, accurate)

“Yeah, I see that. And I’m a wizard, not an alchemist, actually. A wizard merely studies their practice of magic through multiple sources of teachings while an alchemist…”

Gale continued on as Astarion sat there in silence. It was not a respectable type of silence, but rather one of ‘if this dude doesn’t shut up I think I might actually kill him.’ His hands began to clench into fists, his nails digging into his flesh as Gale’s nonsensical words pounded through his brain. The tadpole was not the only force controlling him tonight. His eyes flickered with hunger, yet Gale did not notice.

“Gale.”

“Alchemists deserve all the respect, of course, yet they are unaccustomed to my field of— Ah, yes?”

“How does your blood taste?”

The wizard stopped in his tracks. “I- I’m sorry?” He waited for a response for a moment. When he did not get one he continued. “Well, if you must know, my blood actually tastes of bile. You see, it serves as a natural precaution against…” He thought for a moment. “Certain entities.”

Astarion had nothing more to say than a simple, “Hm.” The two looked at eachother for a brief second, awkwardly, one weighing his options and the other debating if it was fitting to run away. Fortunately for Gale, within another second the pale elf was gone from his tent, leaving the wizard with a cloud of confusion. And maybe just a bit of fear. He stood there a moment before his eyes slowly trailed to the book now on the other side of the tent. He remembered the bloodless boar on the side of the road. He pictured Astarion’s scarlet gaze, burning with desire for something unfathomable. Suddenly he knew the answer to his problem.

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Gale had been watching the two of you ever since that unsettling night. He had witnessed some unsavory moments, yes, but everyone has to make their sacrifices. And his sacrifices were undoubtedly worth it— every night he stayed awake long enough to watch the elf make his way into the forest to sustain himself on blood from some unknown source. This night in particular was one that would change everything. This night was the night he would reveal Astarion’s true nature to you.

After witnessing Astarion make his way into the forest for his nightly ritual, Gale hurriedly makes his way into your tent.

“Y/N? Y/N! Wake up now, this is dire!”

“Huh—“ You, wide awake, turn around to Gale’s face a few mere inches from yours. “Gale! Why the hells are you in my tent?” You hiss, backing up to escape his pleading puppy eyes.

“No time for questions, we must go into the forest! There, a truth will be uncovered, and you will be free from the vampire’s wicked hold!”

You’re about to ask Gale to speak like a normal person, yet he quickly grabs your hand and drags you outside before you can protest. “Gale, this isn’t really—“

“I assure you it is!”

Without another word he leads you both onto Astarion’s trail. The only problem is that Gale does not seem to know exactly where the pale elf has wandered off to, as he has never before made the courageous decision to follow him into the unknown abyss of the woods. You watch him anxiously look around and mutter to himself. You sigh knowingly, turning away from him and walking on a path you’ve traced many times before.

“Wait, wait! It is incredibly dangerous and you do not know where your judgements may lead you!”

“I promise you I do.” You pointedly say, leading him deeper into the forest so familiar to both you and Astarion. You stop as you reach an area uncovered by the canopy of leaves.

“Why-“ Gale begins before catching sight of the perpetrator. There he is, standing there in the moonlit clearing, shirtless. Gale would probably take more notice to the current scenario if he did not already have a speech planned.

“You- You creature! I knew there was something foul deep within you from the moment we met! I recognized your intent all along— to simply deceit every innocent being you came upon, to lead them under your malicious influence. But here I stand, shattering your mask and revealing your true being: a vampire! Cower under my fireball—“ Gale stops for a minute, trying to remember what to do next, before quickly summoning a fireball in his hands like he originally intended. “And consider our fight… BEGUN!”

The crickets chirp as he finishes his lengthy speech. Astarion is the first to speak.

“…Is that all?”

“Yes. W-was it not obvious?”

With Gale’s answer, you and Astarion immediately break into a fit of laughter. Gale stands there, confused, quickly glancing between the two of you and wondering what the joke was.

“And what are you gonna prove my ‘true being’ with, oh wise wizard?” Astarion smirks, still collecting himself.

“With—! With…” Gale pauses, looks around in a panic, and realizes a key factor of his plan is missing. There is not a bloodless life to be seen. “What in the realms— Why are you here, then, Astarion? What do you sustain yourself with? Answer me!”

Astarion merely purses his lips, rhythmically tapping his fingers to the side of his face. He gives Gale a pitiful pout. “Oh dear… This is a bit awkward, isn’t it?”

And suddenly Gale realizes. He turns to you immediately, the fireball now accidentally pointed at you. “You knew?!”

You raise your hands in protest, eyeing the fireball in his hands. “I-I mean, yeah. Like, everybody knew. Except you, of course.”

“What?”

“They are right,” Astarion adds, “Nobody told you because you are a little… well… extreme.” A pause. “And desperate.”

“I’m— I’m not—!” Gale’s fireball just burns brighter, and you begin to think it’s enough to send the entire forest into flames. However, you’re more worried about the possibility of him literally exploding and obliterating everything in his proximity. You glance towards Astarion, whose eyebrows are furrowed at the same thought. The resentment in Gale’s eyes grows brighter with the flame. Yet, suddenly, the fire disappears. The wizard looks as if he’s about to collapse into despair at any moment. “I don’t understand! You make no sense!”

He turns towards you and points an accusing finger. Astarion just shrugs as you glance towards him. “Even when I am right in front of you, laying down my life, you do not care! I am a respectable wizard, name known to beings far and wide! What does he offer, huh?”

You silently raise your eyebrow. Gale just scowls.

“Ugh. Typical.” And with that he whips around, his sleep robe lashing behind him. As he storms off he adds, “Don’t even add me to your party tomorrow. Or ever.”

You weren’t planning on it.

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So a few days ago I posted something about making a ‘nice guy’ Gale fanfic but not posting it out of shame and I ended up getting like 30+ likes so I thought it was only fair to actually post. Anyway please don’t hold me accountable for this k thanks love u guys I’ll probably have LOTR content soon

#gale x reader #gale x tav #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 x reader #gale of waterdeep #Spotify #bg3 shitpost #gale dekarios

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making-monsters-happy · 5 months

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New Years Vampire Romance

Good evening! I have a new romance I wrote for New Year's. Hopefully, you guys like it. Let me know if you'd like to see more from them or another couple...yeah. I love reading yall's messages, and if you liked it. It's pretty hot, but I'm biased. It's a little under 2k words.

18+ only.

Nsfw..

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You leaned back in your seat slightly, trying to get a better glimpse of the creature standing before your oven. He looked human enough; a brown mess of loose curls sat on his head, pushed back from him, continually running his hands through it to push it out of the way of his face. He was at least 6’5; you remember how he leaned down to get in the door once he was invited in, almost like how he was hunched now over the stove. He turned it on and paused, facing you. His skin had no pores and was sun-kissed, and you found yourself compelled to reach out and touch his face. His warm red eyes caught yours, and you looked away without meaning to you. No matter how used to seeing them you thought you were, it was always jarring when he looked at you with such intensity. You couldn’t help but wonder what he saw in you. A meal? Something weak? Something titillating? There was some attraction; he hadn’t killed you, even when you’d done what no one in their right mind in your village would: you’d invited a vampire into your home. Maybe the attraction was just on your end; they could do that to humans, right?

While you were insane for offering him refuge, it wasn’t his sharp features that caused you to invite him in. If you lived to tell the tale and someone asked you, you’d say you’d been tricked into letting him in. When you first saw him, he was in the form of a small brown bat. Bats carried all sorts of diseases, but when you saw the tiny creature on your doorstep, you felt compelled to help it or put it out of its misery. All you said to the beast as you returned with a towel to pick it up was, “Let’s get you inside and fixed up.” The next thing you knew, you felt a puff of air hit you so hard you shut your eyes and took a few steps back. When you opened them, he walked inside your home, thanking you for your hospitality and introducing himself as Alessandro.

“You’re staring at me.” His voice is deep; it makes him seem louder than he is. You, on the other hand, find yourself almost whispering.

“Should I not?”

“Most say it’s wise not to; they believe it’s easier for us to corrupt your mind if you do.”

“Is that true?”

Alessandro doesn’t answer your question; he smiles, flashing his sharp fangs, and sits up, looking down at you. You can feel a longing starting to ache from in between your legs. You straighten yourself in your seat, your nipples protruding from the thin silk night robe you wear during the winter to help keep you warm during the night. You wonder if he notices.

“Why are you here?”

“Because you invited me in, did you not?”

“On false pretenses.”

He walks past you and goes towards your curtains, looking out of them. You take a deep breath as he walks by; the husky scent of the outdoors and an unfamiliar cologne leaves you wanting to smell more.

“I’ve been watching you. Your curtains are very thin; it’s not hard to look in, even for human eyesight. The men leaving the brothel may, at best, be able to see a silhouette when you’re changing into your nightgown, but you must remember my eyes are far better than that. I see everything.”

You readjust in your seat; the silk of your nightgown is pressed up against your cunt, and you feel the fabric getting wet. The kettle starts to scream, and you cringe, jumping up and running over to take it from the heat. Alessandro steps behind you, his large hand engulfing yours, and leads it over a cup, helping you pour.

“I can only watch someone I want sit alone in bed, touching themselves, moaning out to no one for so long, imagining it to be my name before I want to hear the real thing. Does that make sense?”

You nod, your face starting to feel as warm as between your legs as he steps closer to you from behind. You can feel pressure against your lower back from the front of his pants as he drops petals from a flower you don’t recognize into the hot water. Without a second thought, you find yourself grinding back into whatever is nearest your ass to get some friction. It helps, but it is not enough, and you let out a noise of disappointment as he steps to the side and grabs the cup, blowing on it and taking a few sips.

“I didn’t know vampires could…drink teas. Or wanted to frankly.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know.”

He holds the cup and tips it towards you, shaking it some. The green petals float around, and you look up at him.

“What is it?”

He doesn’t move, his hands still extended towards you. You blow at the steam and drink what’s left in the cup. You cough and frown at him, looking at the leftover greenery in the cup. It’s bitter, and as much as you want to gag, you keep it down. It tastes like something you’ve had, but you can’t put your finger on it.

“I wouldn’t say we drink tea much, but we do like to dabble in recreational drug use.”

“So, you drugged me?”

Alessandro laughs and walks over towards your room with that knowing grin still on his face.

“I wouldn’t say it like that, no. It’s just a plant we like to use to increase blood flow. I get a little nippy in the bedroom at times.”

You walk behind him and put a hand to your cheeks. They are already starting to feel warmer than they had in the kitchen.

“Well, that makes sense for your victim, but what does it do for you…”

You trail off and feel your eyes start to shut. The graze of your silk robe touching any part of your body set off alarms; your nipples feel so sensitive that you reach up, pressing your palm to one and then the other. Whimpers kept escaping your lips without meaning to. When you open your eyes, Alessandro lay in the bed in his boxers, nuzzling into sheets, his fangs hanging over his bottom lip. You can’t help but follow the trail of hair from his chest down to his boxers with your eyes.

Now, you could put your finger on it. Everyone you knew in your community had at least talked about this. Maybe couples needed the herbs to spice up their sex lives or to have more stamina for one another. That explains why any stimulation right now sends you over the edge and into flames.

“It’s a very fast-acting aphrodisiac. Come here; I want to feel you.”

Alessandro took your hand and led you to the bed, kissing up your shoulders and to your neck, starting to lick over your vein. You leaned your head to the side, moaning, your hand reaching into the front of his boxers. This time, he’s the one who jolts from your touch.

Your hand grasps his member, and you rub your thumb over the cum that was already leaking from his tip. With every swipe of your thumb, he whines in your ear and starts to grip your breasts, kneading them roughly before leaning into one and suckling in, looking up at you with his warm eyes.

You arch your back and started to pump his thick cock before his hand goes over yours again and gently grips you, making you stop.

“If you keep going, I’m going to cum.”

“So?”

Alessandro’s grip loosens, but he continues to help you, watching as the two of you stroked his cock. Although it looked like it was hot to the touch, he was still a dead man walking and maintained a cool temperature even with the assisted stimulation.

You lean down and lick the base, shaking your hips in the air to show off your body; before you can get it in your mouth, there is cum squirting over your closed eyes and down your nose. You laugh a bit but don’t feel him soften in your hand. He takes your robe off haphazardly and wipes your face with it, leaning down over you while you lay on your back.

“I’m bewitched. You bewitch me.”

Alessandro pushes your legs apart and starts to rub at your clit; you reach down and move his hand.

“I need to feel you, all of you. I want you to drink from me.”

Before you can say anything else, he’s sliding into you, his hands at your shoulders, holding you still as he plunges deep into you. He wasn’t the biggest you’d ever had, but he knew how to work with what he’d been given. It could’ve been a combination of his experience and the herbs, but you’d never had someone fill you up the way he was now.

Alessandro holds up your hips for you, pulling you close so you meet his every thrust. All you have to do is sit there and take it; you grip at his hair, then stop self-consciously, your hands going to the sheets. You’d been told in the past that you pulled hair too hard, or when you gripped at your partner’s back, it would hurt them. Since then, you have always made sure to grasp the sheets instead.

Alessandro lets your hips go and hoists one of your legs up, letting his weight rest on top of you, chest to chest, while his hips work. He takes your hands from the sheets and moves them back to his hair, looking back at you panting.

“Pull it.”

“Yeah? Is that okay?”

You tangle your fingers into his curls and pull his hair, making his head snap back. He nods, moaning loudly in your ear and exposing his fangs before biting your neck. Your back arches and you begin to grind into him, your clit rubbing against his hairy pubic bone. You can’t quiet yourself if you want to. You grip his hair harder, and with a scream, you feel an orgasm come over you so hard your vision goes black.

You wake up and roll over finding Alessandro on his back, his cock soft resting on his thigh, and eyes closed. You were in one of your nightshirts, both of your dirty clothes piled in the corner.

“You’re finally awake. I cleaned you up while you were sleeping.” He opens one eye and turns toward you before rolling on his side to see you better.

“I expected you to leave. Not that I wanted you to, I guess I just thought…”

Alessandro smiles and you noticed his fangs stained red with blood, your blood. He licks his lips and presses a kiss to the top of your forehead.

“I told you; you’ve bewitched me. Now you really can’t get rid of me.”

“Well, as long as we can drink that tea every now and then…I think that’s okay with me.”

You smile and bury your face in his chest.

#monster boyfriend #teratophilia writing #my writing #monster lover #vampire boyfriend #vampire x reader #vampire x human #monster boy #monster romance #monster bf #smut #female reader #fem reader

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daenysthedreamer101 · 1 month

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Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Mikaelson!OC headcanons

Elijah's relationship with Kassandra

Their relationship is my Roman Empire! I'll write for the other siblings as well, but Elijah goes first since he's my fave (and kassie's lol)

Masterlist

Elijah remembers the day Kassie was born very well (also he was like 10 btw)

It was a bright and sunny day, despite it being autumn

He wondered if it would be another girl, since their mother gave birth to Rebekah only a year prior

Klaus and Kol were saying it would be a boy, but deep down he wished for another sister

He was with his brothers, training with wooden swords under their father's supervision

Then, Ayana, his mother's friend came down running toward them

"Good news, Mikael! It's another healthy girl!"

He remembers holding her for the first time, her little face red and wrinkly

"What shall we name her, Elijah?" His mother asked him softly

Elijah thought about a name and said the first one that came to his mind

"Kassandra. Like the Greek Princess from your stories"

As he was much older than them, Elijah was quite protective of his little sisters

He remembers Kassie asking their father if she could also train with a sword and later he comforted her when their father yelled at her

As a child (even as an adult) Kassie was scared of thunder. Often when there was a storm brewing, she would hide in Elijah's arm

Many times, little Kassandra would be plagued by nightmares

She was too scared to wake up her parents so instead she would wake up Elijah

With teary eyes she would shake the dark-haired boy and ask if she could sleep in his arms

He never refused her

Elijah also remembers the day Kassie died, because, well, they died together

After the death of their youngest brother Henrik, his parents started acting strange

One fateful night, everything changed

He and Kassie were put in a room and told to wait. Elijah had a bad feeling about the whole thing

Their father came into the house, closed the door, and stared at them

"Father? What's happening?" Kassie asked quietly

Elijah's heart dropped when their father pulled out his sword and lunged toward Kassie

Elijah stood in front of Kassie, shielding her as their father plunged the blade of his sword into his heart

The last memory of Elijah's human life was the screams of his little sister echoing in his ears

Kassie screamed as she fell to her knees. She was in too much shock to defend herself.

She felt the blade piercing her chest and fell next to Elijah

Her last memory was the sight of her brother's dead body

In the early days of their new life, Elijah tried his best to keep everyone under control

Out of everyone, Kassie seemed to struggle the most with their new vampiric urges

She had a hard time accepting the fact that to survive, she had to kill innocent people

Over time, they learned to feed without killing

Kassie would never admit but Elijah was most definitely her favorite brother

Elijah, ever the peace holder, refused to admit Kassie was his favorite sibling

The others knew well that she, in fact, was his favorite sibling

Bookworms, both of them lol

They would spend countless hours in libraries, reading together and discussing the current state of the world

She almost sees him as a father figure, since Mikael wasn't the best father to any of them really

Forehead kisses! So many forehead kisses!

Kassie always had a gentle heart and her vampirism only magnified that

Elijah would always shield and defend Kassie from Klaus when the latter would raise his voice at her

One look into her big blue eyes and her pouty lips and this man is crumbling (see gif above lol)

She knows she has Elijah (and Klaus) wrapped around her little finger

She's aware that manipulating her brothers using their love for her isn't the right thing to do, but a girl sometimes has to use morally dubious means to make her life easier

"Elijah?"

"Yes?"

"Can you give me your credit card? I saw these really cute boots, I have to have them! Please???" She asks while batting her eyelashes

*he sighs and pulls out his wallet*

*she squeals and kisses him on the cheek*

"You're the best brother in the whole wide world!"

Elijah smirks while shaking his head and continues reading

He knows he's being manipulated but doesn't to anything about it

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somestorythoughts · 1 month

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Eldritch Echo

So. I haven't seen the Bad Batch and don't really intend to, but I have read some fics (please do not take that as me saying that's the same as understanding the story) and between that and my thoughts of eldritch stuff in Star Wars and a cool art piece I came across that I think was referencing something I don't have the context for, I started wondering what it'd look like if of the Bad Batch, Echo was the only eldritch/cryptid/vampire/otherwise not human one. NOT because of the Techno Union, but because of something that happened sooner OR he'd always been like that. And I might put a bit of that in my vampire clones thing but I was thinking eldritch and I ended up writing a thing. So. Enjoy:

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Crosshair’s willing to admit he doesn’t dislike Echo. He respects the guy’s resilience and his willingness to go with the flow, which is necessary for someone working with their team, even as he rolls his eyes at Echo’s tendency to twitch at the state of their ship and his reluctance to drop the “sir” when talking to Hunter. More than that Echo has zero qualms about sassing him if Crosshair picks a fight and it’s a lot of fun to rile him up.

That said. Echo is also really freaking weird.

Crosshair is very observant, between his eyesight, his role on the team, and his training he had to be and either something’s very off about Echo or he’s started hallucinating because he keeps seeing things that don’t make sense. Not for a reg and not for a cyborg.

He explains this the Hunter once, trying to see if he’s noticed anything, and Hunter frowns. “Can you give me an example?”

“His eyes for one.”

Hunter blinked. “What?”

“We all know what most trooper’s eyes look like. And we’ve seen some variations. But they don’t change color. I’ve seen his eyes go golden or violet, and it wasn’t the lighting.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes I’m sure what do you take me for?” Crosshair snapped. “Look. Next time we’re on a sunny planet. Take a look at his shadow. It doesn’t match him at all. I’ve seen it prowling around him like a tooka without him or a light source moving. It doesn’t look like him either. And remember that time we were sparring and he panicked and bit me? I asked Tech, the Techno Union didn’t do anything to his teeth, but I know what bitemarks look like and that was not it.”

Hunter sighed. “I’ll pay attention but-” He paused. “Huh.”

“What?”

“It might not be anything.” He replies and only knowing that he’s getting to the point keeps Crosshair from interrupting. “But remember how I told you guys that people smell like animals? They’re distinct from each other, and you know I can’t describe it cause I tried to describe you guys, but it’s not like they smell like flowers or old books or whatever people like to think they’d smell like unless they’re wearing a scent. Echo, he doesn’t smell like a trooper. I just never thought about it for some reason.”

“And what does he smell like?”

Hunter frowned as he tried to find the words. “Well. He does smell a bit like a trooper and a bit metallic. But he also smells like, what’s was the spice in that cake you liked so much? The one we found on that mission with the weird vultures?”

Crosshair hummed. That had been a really freaking good cake. “The lady said it was a cardamon cream cake. So he smells like cardamon?”

“Cardamon and lilies and wet dirt is the best way I can describe it and I know it’s not his soap cause he uses the same stuff as the rest of us. So yeah. I guess I’ll pay attention.”

Two days later Crosshair gets confirmation that something’s up in a way he did not expect.

Because walking around in the dark in the middle of the night is his job so it’s already odd to find Echo leaning against the cabinet in their ship’s tiny kitchen in the pitch dark. “You’re going to trip reg.” Crosshair says and leans over to get the lights when Echo looks up.

And twelve pairs of golden violet eyes meet Crosshair’s.

He staggers back, trips over something, falls. “Crosshair!” Echo grabs his hand, pulling him up, then scrambles for the lights as if he forgot they might be necessary and Crosshair yelps as the light hits his eyes.

He blames that and the shock for blurting out; “What the hell are you Echo?”

Echo blinks, looking hurt. “I’m a trooper. Like you all.”

“Troopers don’t have twenty-four freaking eyes.” Crosshair hissed. They aren’t there now, he’s got 2 brown eyes in the exact same shade of brown nearly every trooper has, but Crosshair knows what he saw. He knows what he’s been seeing.

Echo tilts his head. And he grins. It’s a smile Crosshair’s seen before, whenever Echo’s about to respond to his taunts with something cutting and clever, part “take that” and part inviting him to share the joke. There’s nothing off about that smile save for that it’s mirrored in Echo’s shadow, splayed against the cabinets behind him too dark for their lights.

“The Bad Batch.” Echo muses, like there’s a joke Crosshair hasn’t caught yet, and he’s never had a reason to call Echo dangerous even when he didn’t trust him, but he’s starting to feel cornered even though Echo hasn’t moved. “You think you’re the only strange ones. ‘Don’t worry Rex, we know how to handle a reg.’ Never mind that Torrent was always a little crazy, or it used to be. Never mind that I was an ARC and a damn good one, and we’re all more than competent. And I appreciate what you all did, in welcoming me into the squad, I appreciate it more than I can say, and I do really like you guys, but you are so freaking cocky. So certain you can handle anything. And to be fair you’re damn good at your job, but sometimes it’s annoying. So.” He grins that taunting grin again. “You want to know what the reg’s deal is? Figure it out.”

He leaves. His grinning shadow lingers a moment before following. Crosshair stares.

And then decides that a glass of water isn’t gonna cut it and goes for the stash of moonshine.

#the bad batch to me is kinda like the hotd or got shows #in that I haven't seen them and am not really interested in changing that #but I have more contextual/background information then I do most shows people I follow ramble about because I'm familiar with related thing #I've read part of got and seen the clone wars #and I like some of the fics #I like the idea that whatever Echo's got going on supernatural-wise it's completly unrelated to the Techno Union #it's something he's either always had or had for most of the war and he's comfortable with it #but he's not exactly open about it #I have no idea if i'll write any more of this but if anyone's interested or I get more ideas I could try #the clone wars #clone troopers #eldritch clone troopers #eldritch echo #eldritch #the bad batch #tbb #bad batch echo #arc trooper echo #crosshair #hunter

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baldurs-gate-official · 5 months

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Thinking about how Astarion insisted on staying up to keep watch in the beginning of the game

Yeah, it could be because he needs to go hunt at night without anyone noticing, or because he's keeping an eye out for Cazador/his minions. But... It could also be because he's scared of sleeping/trancing in general?

He's got severe C-PTSD. I have that too. And one of the things I experience from it is a fear of falling asleep.

Sleeping is vulnerability. You're completely defenseless. It's terrifying to fall asleep when you're used to danger! And some abusers will purposefully do things to you when you sleep. I wouldn't put it past Cazador to have done something like that.

It's especially terrifying when you're sleeping somewhere unfamiliar, or as out and open as a forest. With strangers.

Add in the elvish reverie (if we assume Astarion still experiences it as he would if he were alive at his current age)... and he might even be reliving horrible memories every time he tries to rest.

(If you're unfamiliar with elvish trancing/dreaming, I made a post about it and some ways it might affect Astarion as a vampire spawn a while ago)

One of the reasons I think this could be the case is actually the other spawn, specifically what I noticed when we first meet Dalyria and Petras. At first I thought Astarion's eye bags were just a product of being undead. But... Petras, the very human looking spawn, doesn't have that. Dalyria is an elf as well, and like Astarion, she's got some of that tired sleep-deprived purple under and around her eyes.

So all this considered... I think it's very possible that Astarion has a fear of sleeping too. Or at the very least, trouble resting. Him and the other elvish spawn.

It also makes me wonder if he sleeps any better later on in the game. By Act 3 he probably feels more comfortable with you and the group. Sleeping near familiar people (especially people you're very comfortable with, but that's very dependant on your own choices in your game), and having established night time routines can make sleeping feel a little safer.

Plus by that point he's made many new memories he can visit in his reverie. Maybe instead of remembering the terrible things, sometimes he dreams of sun bathing, the first time he bit you or that bear, or any other happy memory he's created since being tadpoled.

Maybe for the first time in centuries, sleeping isn't such a terrible prospect.

#bg3 #astarion #text post #its just something thats been on my mind #my fear of sleep is bad enough that i usually cant fall asleep without pushing myself to the point of passing out #or sometimes i need to take a sedative just to manage it #so i wonder how bad it is for him given that he doesnt have the option of sedation #it makes for some interesting headcanons/ideas though #pretty sure a druidic Tav can offer to put together an herbal tea to help him sleep #what if that sort of thing worked and it became a nightly routine?#i assume he can drink tea given that he can drink alcohol #or if you've romanced him #would sleeping near Tav help?#i know sometimes its easier for me to sleep when im around someone im comfortable with #though sometimes it has the opposite effect and it makes it harder to sleep because i feel like i need to be extra alert to protect them #trauma really does a number on you #act 3 spoilers #bg3 act 3 spoilers #astarion spoilers #bg3 spoilers #q

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captain-mj · 9 months

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Vampires Part 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Soap sat at the table right after sunset. His vampires, Price, and now Chuy, because apparently he decided to invite himself in, were sitting with him. Chuy was wearing his outfit again, deer skull included. It made him look very unnerving.

“So your fiance will be here soon?”

Price nodded excitedly. “Yep. She’s wonderful.”

“She?” Ghost laughed before realizing he was serious. “Ah. Damn. Seriously?”

Price frowned. “I’m bisexual.”

“I know, I just thought better of women. Even witch women.” Ghost replied, shrugging.

Price stared at him, slightly opened mouthed. “Damn. Cold, Simon.”

“Ghost.”

“Simon. Anyway, she’ll be here shortly. Her name is Clara.” He looked so happy that Soap couldn’t help but feel happy for him. Even if he was pretty sure Price was being used.

Alejandro hummed. “Right. Anyway.”

Rodolfo raised his hand. “I don’t really care about your fiance, I’m more worried about the hunter walking around talking about bigfoot. Can we focus on that?”

“No. you guys gotta meet my fiance.”

“Fuck that.” Alejandro spoke up. “I agree with my lovely husband.” He kissed Rudy’s hand, looking at him with giant heart eyes.

Ghost groaned. “Do you guys have to be so in love?”

“Loser.”

“Lonely ass bitch.”

Ghost frowned. “Goddamn…”

Price hissed loudly and they all turned towards him. He looked a little flustered, as if they weren’t actually supposed to hear him. He took a deep breath. “As the eldest vampire, I am requesting you guys please meet her.” It was said with a touch of… sincerity that had been absent from Price in a wild.

Interviewer: I’ve been meaning to ask. Ghost puts up with Price because he’s his sire. Rodolfo seems to like him. However, you don’t seem to like him.

Alejandro: Don’t know. Guess I miss how he was. Sometimes it feels like I got the last few years of lucidity. He probably told he was four hundred years older than Ghost right?

Interviewer: I thought he said two hundred.

Alejandro: He told Rodolfo a hundred. I thought for the longest time it was just something he did, but I think he just doesn’t remember.

Interviewer: Ah. And the comment about lucidity.

Alejandro: I think he’s half insane. It happens. Mentally, being alive a long time… it makes things tiring.

Interviewer: I noticed the way you looked away when Rodolfo asked if you regretted being turned. Do you?

Alejandro: No. Course not. I love my husband.

Interviewer: I can see your love and devotion to him. But I’m asking, do you wish you died human?

Alejandro: Sometimes, I do. I wish Rodolfo killed me that night. However, I’d never want to make him go through the centuries alone, so I’m glad I am here with him.

Interviewer: Thank you, Alejandro.

“Alright, sir.” Ghost mumbled. “I’ll meet Clara.” He smiled, eyes crinkling.

Price smiled at him gratefully. “Thank you, Simon. Rodolfo, Alejandro, Gaz, I hope you all like her.”

Simon and Chuy looked at each other and shook their heads.

Gaz hummed. “Will it be super awkward?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Gaz nodded. “That sounds nice. Like chicken soup after a hard day. I’m in.”

Interviewer: So do you regret turning into a vampire?

Gaz: How do you know I wasn’t born an energy vampire?

Interviewer: Oh, were you? That’s fascinating.

Gaz: No, I mean I was turned. Just why did you assume?

Interviewer: I mean. I just thought all vampires were turned. Who was your sire?

Gaz: My mom when she birthed me. I lied, I was born.

Interviewer canceled the rest of the interviewer due to “broken pencils”.

Price smiled fondly at Gaz before quickly going to get the door, answering before Clara even had the chance to knock. She giggled as he picked her up and twirled her before leading her to the kitchen.

“Oh this is nauseating.”

Rodolfo hit Ghost. “They’re cute.”

They kissed passionately.

“Nevermind.” Rodolfo hissed under his breath. “Clara?”

Clara quickly pushed Price back a little and properly introduced herself. She was how described. Dark hair and nice.

Too nice.

Soap liked her. She shook his head and smiled at him before moving on to them.

“Oh!” Clara said softly while staring at Ghost. “You must be Simon.”

Price flinched and looked guilty. And a tiny bit betrayed, as if he had warned her prior.

“Don’t call me that.” Ghost got up. “Okay, this is horrible. I need to leave.”

Price grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back into his seat. “A little effort.”

“Don’t call me something stupid.”

Price sighed and plastered a smile on his face. “Ghost.” He introduced everyone there to Clara and Clara waved just a little. She didn’t look at Price much, but when she did, she did look like she liked him. Maybe not love in any of their opinions, but that’s okay. Maybe it would blossom?

If they stayed together long enough.

Maybe.

The two of them stared at each other for just a second and Chuy got uncomfortable.

“Alright. I’m gonna head out.”

Clara frowned a little before perking up. “I’ve heard about a hunter in this area. Hope you’re doing okay and he hasn’t given you too many problems.”

Chuy faltered and shrank down when Reyes got brought up. Ghost wondered why he didn’t just have them get rid of the guy. It would be easier.

“Well… yeah. He’s uh… Yeah…”

Clara noticed his hesitance and decided to drop it.

They had a delightful conversation honestly.

Price informed them all that the wedding would be that Friday. “Because of the goddess Freyja. May she bless our marriage.” He smiled, showing fangs.

Rodolfo looked at the interviewer, clearly cringing.

“That sounds wonderful.”

“May Clara stay here until then? We’re having the ceremony in the graveyard nearby.” Price took his hat off and held it to his chest in a pleading manner.

Collective groans occurred before they agreed. She could stay.

Interviewer: The vampires think you’re after Price for his… uh…

Clara: His money? No. I’m rich enough actually.

Interviewer: No his… um… Dick?

Clara: It’s great, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not that artificial. I just want his heart.

Interviewer: That’s sweet.

Gaz put his hands on the table. “Before I ask this, I promise not to feed on anyone.”

Price nodded. “Okay.”

“Can I bring Alex?”

“That dog?” Price groaned.

Alejandro started to look at face masks and Febreze.

“Yes. He’s my boyfriend. You can’t tell me he’s not attractive.”

Soap nodded. “And really cool too.”

“See! And he doesn’t smell bad. He smells like cologne because he drowns himself in it before he comes here.”

“Maybe that’s the problem.”

Gaz sighed. “If he can’t come, I’m not coming.”

Price rubbed his temples. “Alright. He can come. Have him invite Laswell too.”

“At that point, why not invite the rest of the pack?” Alejandro pointed out, frowning. More out of confusion than anything else now.

“Fair. Let’s just invite all of them. And Chuy. And Koenig if the lad can ever make it here. I heard he was coming to our area a while ago.” Price pointed out.

Ghost hummed. “I’ll reach out to him through the ether later.”

“Fantastic idea!” Price clapped, looking very excited. “I’m getting married again!”

Interviewer: So, why do you want to kill bigfoot so bad?

Reyes: Bigfoot took someone very dear to me.

Interviewer: You want revenge?

Reyes: Yes. Bigfoot took… well. I shouldn’t say boyfriend. We were neighbors. Jesus. He was beautiful. He was kind. Rather generous but could set harsh boundaries if needed. I fell in love with him more every time we interacted. I watched that thing disappear from his home the same night he disappeared.

Interviewer: And why a crossbow?

Reyes: Well, the majority of hunters use them. They’re quieter, easier to certain materials, and you can reuse arrows. Plus, a lot of creatures aren’t hurt by bullets and needed something sharp that will pierce them.

Interviewer: Fascinating. Thank you so much. What else do you hunt?

Reyes: Well, normally I hunt and kill werewolves but since the night happened, bigfoot is all I have my eyes on.

Interviewer: Understood. And where are your plans now?

Reyes: To break into the Scottish man’s home because I know he’s harboring monsters.

Interviewer: How can you tell?

Reyes: Only someone who knows of monsters listens to advice from someone who’s a monster hunter. He didn’t take me seriously, so he wasn’t paranoid.

Interviewer: That’s smart.

Reyes stayed true to his word. He caught them by surprise because the interviewer wasn’t going to interfere there. With his crossbow in hand, he aimed right at Chuy. Deer skull shining in the cryptic light of the room.

“You bastard. I am finally getting my revenge against you.”

Chuy perked up when he came into the room. Not flinched or shrank or looked to leave. He leaned into Reyes’s aim. Soap thought he was an odd fellow.

“Why?” Rodolfo interrupted his clearly well thought out speech. He was currently sewing and seemed a bit put off about being interrupted. Everyone else was around doing similar hobbies now that Price had stopped talking to them. Even Soap was just casually drawing.

Reyes stumbled over it, caught off guard. “As I was about to explain.”

Clara snapped her fingers. There was no blast or light. Just a simple sound.

Reyes swallowed thickly and shook his head. “Ah…. I was saying…” He paused again and this time frowned. His nose twitched and all the bravado left him.

The man shook and shuddered, not fully reacting yet but clearly something… internal was happening.

Chuy stood and rushed to grab Reyes who tried to get away from him. Soap prepared himself to watch Chuy rip the man to shreds but before Chuy could even lift his mask to uncover his mouth, Reyes shrank and contorted. His body twisted and curled, enough to drag ragged, pained groans before they transitioned into squeaks. The shirt in Chuy’s hands stayed solid but the rest dissolved and bubbled into the rest of him. And in his place stood.

A rat.

Well groomed and with fur as dark as Reyes’s hair. It looked soft. Almost cute.

Chuy scooped him up immediately. “Enzo?”

The rats frantic movements to escape halted as it went still, looking at Chuy with wide rat eyes.

Chuy slid the mask off, revealing his face to the rat who continued to stare.

“Mi corazón. I am so sorry. I was so bored with my old life, I never anticipated anyone noticing me being gone. Yes, I lived as your neighbor your years, but I never realized how you looked at me.”

Alejandro stopped playing the piano. The room was silent.

“I noticed you but you were human. I couldn’t… drag you into this world when it’s so unsafe.”

If Ghost put his hand on Soap, it wasn’t noticeable.

“I live so long. I wanted to start new. Do something completely different. You were… new. So fun. Interesting. As you chased me, I will admit, I grew affectionate for you. Maybe that was my mistake, putting you in such danger.” Chuy gently pet the rat, watching it relax. “Mi corazón, can you understand me?”

No response.

“That is okay. It’s best you still don’t know my affections. You should go home. Be human like you’re supposed to be.”

Chuy gently held the rat. “My sweet Enzo.” He took a deep breath and held him out to Clara. “I appreciate what you did. But I’d like you to turn him back and erase his memories of me.”

Clara frowned. “No.”

Chuy frowned. “What. No. You don’t get to say no, change him back.”

“I can’t. I’m not able to erase memories. Not the right kind of witch for that. If I make him human, he’ll probably kill us.”

“No, listen, I can talk to him then. Convince him to leave, he has a soft spot for me, It’ll be fine.”

Clara frowned and waved her hand, but nothing happened. “Sorry, out of juice. He’s stuck.”

Chuy stared at Enzo, the rat in his hands.

“Look, luckily with his age, you have another few months!” She clapped happily. “Plus, well, he was only human. What’s the saying? Don’t worry about breaking them, they’ll die soon anyway? Or is it don’t worry about breaking them, they’re replaceable? You said it yourself, this world is dangerous for him. At least now, you can keep him safe in your pocket. Now, I’m going to go finish planning my wedding.”

Chuy stared at Reyes in his hands, clearly seething. He growled and Soap noticed how many teeth he had.

“Do any of you know any other fucking witches?”

#captain john price #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #Vampire Au #rodolfo parra

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hopepetal · 10 months

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Writing I did for my boatem vampires au!

I love seeing all your thoughts, theories, questions, and comments on this au! Feel free to shoot me an ask whenever! Don't be shy, I love talking to you all!

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There was an intruder in their territory.

The thought of a trespasser in his forest made Impulse seethe with rage. Especially when Gem had mentioned the traces of magic she'd sensed from the place the stranger had crossed into his territory from hers. Any and all supernatural beings should've been well aware of the territory markings, meaning whoever was in the forest was either desperate or a threat.

Scar was right beside Impulse as they ran through the forest, Mumbo and Grian not far behind. The moon, partially covered by clouds, shone down through the trees as the vampires ran, providing them unneeded but welcome light. Combing the area near where Gem had reported the intruder, it wasn't long before the scent of magic and blood caught Impulse's attention and drew the group of vampires to a tree that most certainly hadn't been there a few days prior.

The vampires fanned out into a semi circle around the tree, an air of somberness having descended on them. “That's a nature spirit's tree, isn't it?” Mumbo pointed out, reaching out and lightly placing his hand against the bark. “I wonder what happened.”

Impulse frowned, approaching the tree as Grian decided to climb up into the branches. “They– Grian, that's disrespectful, get down– they must have taken pretty bad damage if they decided to shift. I doubt they were a threat, then, but why…?”

“Why indeed.” Grian finally spoke up as he began to descend from the tree carefully. “Could it have had anything to do with this?” His feet hit the ground, and he held out the small bundle in his arms.

Scar peered over, audibly gasping and stumbling back. “Oh, baby!” he exclaimed, eyes like saucers.

Impulse and Mumbo gave him confused glances, before looking at what Grian was holding. And it was just like Scar had said– oh, baby. Impulse froze, brown eyes locked with large silver ones. For a moment, he remembered hazel eyes and tiny hands and a cheerful voice calling his name. He shook the images away before the memories could be tainted by the sound of their screams, focusing on the present. “That… is a baby,” he agreed. “A very tiny, very human baby. Why was a dying nature spirit carrying a human baby?”

“Kidnapping?” Mumbo suggested, looking between the others, “no, that's a fae thing, isn't it?”

“People other than the fae can kidnap kids,” Scar pointed out, giving Grian a concerned look. “Are you supposed to hold babies like that?”

Impulse shook his head, automatically reaching for the infant. “Give her to me.” He took the baby into his arms and cradled her, making sure to support her head. Instinctively, he began to rock side to side on his feet.

“I'm surprised she isn't screaming,” Grian piped up, “aren't babies supposed to scream?”

“Let's hope she doesn't,” Impulse muttered, continuing to rock her.

There was silence for a moment.

“We're adopting her!” Scar exclaimed at the same time Grian went “Impulse, don't tell me you want to keep her.” The two shared looks before starting to laugh.

“But seriously,” Grian continued through soft laughter, “are we taking her in? I know that look,” he added before Impulse could interrupt, “and honestly, I'm all for it if the rest of us are. But how…?”

“We just tell her we found her one day?” Mumbo suggested, “and decided to adopt her?”

“I'm worried about the fact she's human,” Scar pointed out, “do we raise her like a vampire? Obviously we can't just feed her blood.”

Impulse shrugged. “We'll have to get used to human food, then. It's not like we can't eat it– we'll just have to have a supply of blood somewhere she can't get into.”

“Guys,” Mumbo interjected, but was ignored.

“We have the extra room– but she should stay with us, shouldn't she? Babies should stay with their parents in tiny cribs?” Scar asked, Impulse nodding.

“Do we feed her formula? Or do we have to, y'know… I don't think any of us could breastfeed– no, Scar, put your clothes back on!” Grian smacked Scar's hand before continuing. “Babies drink milk, right? We could steal a cow from Tim!” he suggested.

“Guys–” Mumbo tried again, but was interrupted.

“We are not stealing a cow from the ranchers,” Impulse shot Grian down. “We'll just have to buy baby formula, I suppose– or ask Gem? She takes care of baby animals. Maybe we could figure something out with her?”

“Gentlemen, please!” Mumbo yelled, finally getting everyone's attention. “This is all well and good, but there's something really big we're missing.” He looked around at the others. “What's her name?”

“Can't we just call her Baby?” Scar asked, “I think that's a lovely name.”

Impulse chuckled. “Actually, I had something in mind. How about… Pearl?”

The other vampires shared a look, before various affirmations were given.

Scar grinned. “I like the name Pearl. I could give her so many nicknames! Pearlie. Pearlo. Pearlie pop. Pearlie whirly–”

Grian smacked him over the back of his head. “Stop it, Scar! You're going to confuse the poor girl, and she doesn't even know how to speak yet!”

Mumbo giggled. “Pearl, then. And you all are sure we can handle raising a whole child? She's a whole human being, you know.”

Impulse hesitated, looking up. “...yeah. Yeah, I think we'll be able to handle it. If we need help, we'll have Gem and the ranchers. They're pretty good with kids, right?”

Grian made a face. “Tim's okay, but I'm pretty sure Tango would start focusing super hard on his projects and forget about a baby. Gem, I'm not sure. On our end, well– we have the financial ability and space to support her. We're pretty mature– don't look at me like that, Impulse– so, yeah. I think we could raise a child.”

“We'd raise her better than the wilds would,” Scar pointed out. “She'd die out here. Or worse.”

Impulse pressed his mouth into a thin line. “...yeah, no. Not in my territory. We're taking her in,” he decided, glancing down to see inquisitive silver eyes staring up at him. “Hi, Pearl,” he cooed, smiling softly.

Mumbo glanced toward the sky. “We should probably get her home. The moon's starting to set, and I don't think we should be running at full speed with a human baby.”

“Good idea,” Impulse agreed, “we'll walk back, then.”

“I still think we should steal a cow,” Grian said during the walk back, “I think it would be fun.”

Impulse snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah. If you wanna get burnt to a crisp while trying to steal from a fire spirit, be my guest, Grizzly bear.”

Grian blinked. “I'm sorry, what did you just call me?”

Mumbo chuckled lightly. “I can kinda see it. His hair's a fluffy mess, just like grizzly bear fur. Good one, Impulse!”

Grian turned on Mumbo, eyes wide and indignant. “I do not look like a grizzly bear!”

Pearl, still cradled in Impulse's arms, let out a soft babble followed by a giggle. Impulse grinned down at her, gently tickling under her chin. “I think that means she agrees, Grian.”

Grian groaned, shaking his head. “Well, I can't argue with a baby!”

Scar beamed. “Indeed you can't. Too bad, G-man!”

Finally they arrived back home, and were quick to pull together a sleeping area for Pearl. They'd all sleep in the same room tonight, Impulse decided, and the others were fine with that.

“As long as Scar keeps his clothes on–!” Grian had squawked, earning laughter from the rest of the group.

Scar placed a hand over his heart, casting a solemn gaze over the group. “I, Scar, promise to keep my clothes on during the sleepover.”

“He didn't,” Grian would later explain to Pearl, “we woke up and his shirt was halfway across the room.”

“It was not!” Scar would argue as Pearl giggled, his hands gently braiding her hair. “He's lying, Pearl! Lies and slander, I tell you!”

The next day, Impulse took care of Pearl while the others ran to the nearest town and grabbed whatever items they needed to properly care for the baby. Things wouldn't be perfect, but they would try.

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“And that's why Griba told me babies grow on trees?”

“Yeahhh. Not sure what he was trying to accomplish with that one. Maybe he just panicked or something.”

“...thank you for telling me the story, Impy. Or should I call you Dad?”

“Ha. Whatever you want, moonshine.”

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Thanks to @evenmoreevil for that breastfeeding line. Btw. It's his fault.

#my writing #boatem vampires au #impulsesv #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #grian #pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft au

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enigmatist17 · 2 months

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Joyce and Spike are besties, that's it 🤷‍♀️

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" - and there's no way she hasn't cheated on him!"

"Thats what I've been saying!" Spike's giggle is the first thing Buffy and Dawn hear when they return from a long day out.

"You know it's going to be a point of contention for like, the next week innit." The vampire snorted, halfway to raising a mug to his lips when Buffy and Dawn peeked into the living room with matching faces of shock and curiosity.

"....what are you doing here?" Dawn broke the awkward silence, Joyce having lowered the volume as Spike sat up straight on his spot on the couch.

"Watchin' Passions, wots it look like?" Spike grumbles, the blood in his mug a bit obvious when Dawn moves further into the living room.

"Buffy, what did I say about threatening Spike in my home?" Joyce shakes her head, Buffy looking at her with a slight pout.

Spike just gave a smug grin as he relaxed back, sipping his blood as he stared down Buffy.

"Someone messed up my crypt, and I like telly time." The vampire sniffed, and Buffy has the decency to look a bit guilty as he reaches forward to add some marshmallows from a small bowl on the coffee table to his mug.

"What is it with you two and Passions?" The Slayer finally moves to set her bag down by the door, Dawn slowly reaching over to snatch her own marshmallow before going to take up a free chair.

"It's a great soap!" Joyce shook her head as she raised the volume a little, not blind to the way Buffy kept her guard up. "Not a lot of people appreciate it here, and Spike has been lovely enough to join me."

"Figures he'd enjoy a soap with a haunted doll." Buffy grumbled as she went to the kitchen, and Spike only cackles as he places his socked feet back up on the table in front of him.

"Love me a good drama, luv, and yer mum has a great appreciation for art." Spike drawled, Dawn biting back a squeak when he lounged against her mother with a soft chuckle.

"That's very sweet of you to say." Joyce put a hand over her heart for a moment, a bit embarrassed yet touched. "While I wouldn't say a drama is art, that's still very sweet."

"All forms of media tend ta be art after a while." Spike shrugged, trying not to look pleased by the praise he'd received.

"I have work to do, I'll stake you if you try and kill my mother." Buffy called as she rounded up the stairs, honestly too exhausted for the normal verbal sparring match.

"Oooh I'm so scared." Spike rolled his eyes, muttering something as Joyce shook her head.

"I live with too many teenagers."

"Oi! I am not acting like a bloody teenager." Spike whined dramatically as Dawn giggled, pulling out some of her homework as Passions resumed in the background.

"The way you and Buffy bicker, you sure do." Joyce watched as Spike sat up to take a sip of his blood.

"I can only imagine how hard Angel'd laugh hearing that." Spike shook his head, Joyce watching him drink in thoughtfulness. "Still acts like I'm a fledge sometimes instead of the master I am."

"Well, that's his loss, dear." She patted his knee with a soft hum, wondering when she'd accepted the supernatural world as if she'd always known. "I think you make a great, uh, master, despite everything that's been forced on you."

"Think so?" As much as Spike had always put on airs, Joyce had always been able to catch sight of the more human side whenever she praised him, this time a small twinkle in his eye when he looked over.

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He used to be known as William.

He'd confessed one drunken night one night that Buffy and Dawn were both out of the house, Spike sitting on the floor in front of the couch while Joyce propped him up. He'd told her how stupidly weak he'd been, how Cecily had broken his heart and practically drove him into Druscilla's embrace, voice trembling when he trailed off with his first undead breath.

She'd listened without a single interruption, one hand running through his dyed blonde hair while the other was firmly clamped over her mouth.

"Do you still remember your poetry?" It was a simple question, the drunken vampire tearing unfocused eyes from the carpet he'd been staring at.

"Some of it, yea." He didn't want her to stop touching his hair, leaning back with a pop of his back.

"You should recite it to me sometime, I'd love to hear it...William."

Blue eyes focus at the name, searching the woman's face for something she couldn't place, finally looking into her eyes.

"Not many people call me William." The statement is both a threat and pure vulnerability, and Joyce leans down to kiss the top of his head.

"Consider me honored."

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"I know so." The vampire hums at that, reclining back on the couch and leaning against her.

"So, let's see if she really did cheat on him."

"Callin' it now!"

#buffy the vampire slayer #spike #spike btvs #joyce summers #dawn summers #buffy summers #william the bloody #william pratt #Joyce and Spike being besties will always be the best thing ever

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Hit The Road

Chapter Three (M)

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language. This chapter contains adult content. Minors should not interact with this story.

Stefan looks at you as if you're speaking a different language. Despite not remembering, you now know that you knew Stefan before, but he seems unaware.

"Maybe your mind is swapping Damon's image for mine, I heard some spells can do that." Stefan says as he holds the blood-filled glass. You are still recovering from being trapped in that damn tree. This is the most human you've felt in months.

"Can I go take a shower?" You ask, still very confused but knowing that nothing will be resolved today. And knowing that Damon is the only one who can fill the gaps that are empty in your mind.

"Of course, there's a bathroom in this room. I can grab a towel and a piece of clothing for you. Maybe I have a shirt that you can use temporarily." Stefan offers, his expression revealing a mix of concern and uncertainty.

"Thank you for being here and not killing me. I know you could if you wanted to." You say as you watch Stefan leave the room to fetch what you need. You know he heard you, but he doesn't seem ready to forgive. You then decide to go to the bathroom. You take off every piece of clothing that is on your body and start showering. Your mind is still troubled, you can barely focus. You wonder how to make it stop, how to manage not to have visions of a past that doesn't exist for you. When Stefan knocks on the door you feel the opportunity to have your mind directed towards something new. Maybe you need to use it for something other than bait.

"You can hand me the towel, there's no need to be afraid." You speak loud enough for him to hear. Minutes later, he enters the bathroom. You look at each other as if you want to communicate through your eyes. You mean maybe sex helps calm his mind and you bet he's hesitant. With your body still wet, you get out of the shower and see that Stefan has turned his head to the other side so as not to look while he hands you over the towel.

"I didn't want to misread the room, so I won't look or approach without permission." Stefan says as he is turned around, you take the towel and wrap it around your body.

"You can look at Stefan. I shouldn't throw myself at you like that. It's not what I would normally do but I..." You say this without noticing how close you are to Stefan. This somehow makes you nervous.

"Do you think doing something unusual will take your mind off what's bothering you?" Stefan speaks as if he can read your thoughts. You can't help but be speechless for a few seconds.

"It sounds more stupid when you say it like that, but forget it. Thanks for the towel." You wish you could throw yourself out the window out of shame. You try to avoid looking at Stefan as he approaches the mirror in front of the sink in the bathroom. You didn't hear him so you assume he's gone and look directly into the mirror. But he's still there. Standing still, with a thoughtful look. Do you notice that he is white tank top, which shows off his muscular arms.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Stefan has a more serious tone which strangely seems sexy at this moment. Now you feel like you have to take a big step.

“If you can separate this from your emotional stuff, we have a done deal.” You repeat to yourself that this would just be sex with no ulterior motives. What could happen worse could happen, right?

You look at each other as if you reached a silent agreement, you want something and he seems to understand that. Stefan approaches you from behind, smelling you. The feeling of having him so close is good, and you feel like turning around as soon as he starts kissing your neck. Stefan's hands roam your body, as if recognizing the territory.

You push Stefan against the bathroom wall and start to remove his tank top. He takes this opportunity to rip the towel off your body. All you can feel now is lust for the man in front of you. You then kiss him, pressing your body naked to his. Your first kiss after being turned into a vampire, It's a kiss filled with lust. You don't know who is thirstier between the two of you. You soon help him take off his pants and pull down his underwear. Stefan presses both of his hands around your waist as he kisses you with superhuman intensity. You let out a moan and immediately end up biting Stefan's lip, who seems to like it. You now kiss him, tasting his blood. You run your hand over Stefan's erection and feel with that you realize neither of you can handle the foreplay more. You then give Stefan a boost so he understands that you're ready and he understands. Seconds later, he uses his vampire speed to put you on top of the bathroom sink. The friction of your butt in the cold sink makes you quickly mutter a "fuck" but you don't waste time and then attacks Stefan's lips. Stefan runs his hands over your breasts, moving down to check if you were wet enough.

"Stefan, I'm not human, you can do your best without worrying." You speak and then pull Stefan's face close to you, kissing him. Stefan enters you next, making slow thrusts. He seems to want to know what pace will be best. You then start to press yourself onto Stefan's cock. You use your feet to increase the precision of Stefan's thrusts, who seems to understand the message. He starts to thrust into you with greater force, which makes you bite his neck. He seems to like it, because as soon as you drink some of his blood, he kisses you with so much desire that if you go human would need to take a breath. You can feel your orgasm coming as you hold Stefan's back so tightly that you scratch him. He just needed to make two more thrusts and he came soon after.

"I think now I'm the one who needs a shower..." Stefan says, pulling out of you. You smile observing the mess he is in. He approaches and you give him one last kiss, while holding his neck to get up from the bathroom sink.

"I'm going to go get some clothes on. Have a nice shower." You say giving Stefan a peck on the lips. You go to the bed where you find your clothes today, a large men's shirt and underwear. You quickly put on your shirt and underwear, hearing the sound of the shower water. You see that coincidentally Stefan brought two towels. You then take the other towel and hand it to him.

"Thank you, I swear it wasn't on purpose, just a happy coincidence." Stefan says taking the towel from your hands. But just as you're about to hand in the towel, you have a vision. A vision where you find yourself in the same situation as Damon. He is in front of you naked, waiting for you to hand him the towel.

"I never imagined myself having an affair with a huntress but you definitely exceed any expectations." Damon says smiling, you then get in the shower with him.

"I never imagined myself falling in love with a vampire hotter than hellfire but here we are." You say and then kiss him.

You then awaken from the vision, in Stefan's arms. He looks worried, while you're opening your eyes and seeing that you've come back to reality. You then hug Stefan feeling like you need to feel something against your body to make sure it's real.

"Are you well?" Stefan asks apprehensively and you nod your head positively. He then rests your head on his chest.

"When you're done there, give her a bag of blood and put her in my room." Damon says surprising you and Stefan and then leaving. You and Stefan look at each other trying to understand what is happening.

#tvd fanfiction #tvdu #the vampire diaries #damon salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore x reader #damon x reader #Spotify #stefan x reader #tvd smut #hunter au

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signoraviolettavalery · 8 months

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Hi, hello, politely begging for any tidbit of Vampire!Bojan if you have any to spare?

Nonnie congratulations this made me copy a bunch of things out of the chat in which @touchyourblood and I had been spitballing and turn them into actual paragraphs so really I gotta say thank you

I had to give some thought to which bit to share with you, but I think I've finally picked one. The setup for it is a bit convoluted, but in essence, Bojan is a vampire (ha) and protector of his domain - some part of Slovenia - who keeps the local residents safe from all kinds of monsters. In return for this protection, he is offered a spouse by the local hunter family - a human he can feed on, and who, according to the vows, essentially belongs to him. Cue Jan, coming from a storied hunter family, married off to Bojan in essentially an arranged marriage.

Jan, who was allowed by Bojan to perform at the local pub and caught the attention of another man while doing it....

the next thing he knows, Bojan is there. Eyes red, anger and possessiveness equally mixed.

“Are you sure you want to be flirting with my husband?" he asks menacingly.

The guy makes himself scared with a speed that rivals that of vampires.

"I didn't encourage him, I swear,” Jan rushes to say. “I told him I was married, but he wouldn't go away." It’s a feeble excuse, he knows. He was up here, the center of attention. He remembers picking his outfit, thinking this shirt is a particularly good color on him, the cut especially sexy. And everyone knows vampires are possessive. He half expects Bojan grab him then and there and bite him, mark possession on his skin. Nobody would say a word.

But all Bojan says, softly, is “let’s go home.”

He can feel the glances on him, too. Some angry or disappointed – Bojan is their protector, after all, and Jan has disappointed him. Others are pitying, likely imagining what’s in store for him tonight and coming to the worst conclusions. And for all Jan knows, they might not be wrong.

The walk is silent, Jan keeping pace with Bojan. He guesses Bojan wants privacy for whatever comes next, and he’s grateful for it. But Bojan doesn’t say a word when they arrive home, either, beyond wishing him goodnight.

Still, Jan knows what he has to do. He gets ready for bed as he does every night, wearing a shirt that offers easy access, brushes his hair back from his neck as he lies down, and waits.

When Bojan comes to him – silent, a shadow in the shadows – there’s none of his usual soft words and gentle touches. He’s simply there, and in the blink of an eye, he pounces, Jan pinned beneath him. His eyes are red (how are they red in the darkness?), fangs visible, and Jan’s heart thunders as he stares up at the man he’s married to.

He stays still with an effort of willpower.

“You’re mine,” Bojan growls.

“Yours. I swear,” Jan agrees. “Always.”

When Bojan bites, it’s like he’s staking a claim. There’s no precision in the way he pierces the skin or restraint in the way he drinks. Jan’s wrists are pinned, a vice-like grip he couldn’t get out of even with hunter training, and he has to force himself not to struggle against it. To lie still and allow Bojan to drink mouthful after mouthful, wondering when he’ll stop. If he’ll still be conscious when he does.

When Bojan withdraws, he doesn’t lick the wound closed. Jan looks up through the haze of blood loss to see his fangs still out, blood dripping from his lips, matching the redness of his eyes. The darkness of the room, lit only by beams of moonlight, sharpens the contrast of light and shadow into a psychedelic

He looks monstrous, and Jan truly understands for the first time exactly who he’s married to.

The next second, Bojan’s gone, as fast as he came. Jan is alone, bleeding onto the sheets and trembling.

Why is he so frightened? He’s no more hurt than any other time Bojan’s fed on him. Really, by the standards of their marriage, he’s unharmed, and Bojan is a vampire.

And yet it still takes him hours to fall into a fitful sleep.

#vampire!bojan #y'all had better give me all the love for this one ;)#I'm so proud of this AU and honestly a little bit in love with it

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[fic] There is No Heaven

There is No Heaven

Ikemen Vampire | Vlad/Comte de Saint-Germain | T | 1k words | ao3 link

The mansion remembers your longing. Your memories become ghosts living in its walls.

A/N: Happy New Year! This is my last fic for 2023 yay! And it's a little different: it's from Comte's POV, but in 2nd-person pronoun. I've always wanted to try that. This was supposedly for the Halloween but I didn't make it in time. Fortunately, I've made it before 2024 starts! lmao

Unbeta'd. I just want to write more vampire ex-boyfriends, yaknow?

Early on her stay, Mitsuki asks, “Are there ghosts in the mansion?”

Sebastian nearly snickers as he pours their tea, but he's professional enough to curb the urge.

You watch the girl squirm and frown, fragile little thing, and take a sip of the freshly served tea. The garden is bright and beautiful in this time of day, the flowers colorful dots scattered in the verdant space. A little beyond that, the mansion windows glint and glare under the sunrays, and a silhouette glides through one of them, a dazzling glimpse of silver hair and billowing black coat. The figure pauses and glances, and from this distance you can still see the slice of rose-red gaze, almost amused in its crescent shape. You close your eyes and swallow the tea. It's tasteless and lukewarm in your throat. You hum.

“I wonder.”

People may try to forget and they may become successful, but the mansion does not.

It does not forget.

Sometimes, you still see afterimages of him in the halls, like a memory that's become a ghost to touch the edges of your longing, dead but never buried.

Perhaps it's your lingering regrets, but the mansion remembers its owner, the one from several human lifetimes ago, silkthin voice spilling from full, red lips, almost a caress, almost a plea.

Come with me, Abel.

The hallways had echoed the words, pulsed with every syllable, like heartbeat trying to escape its ribcage. His hand, bony and pale and sure, flowerstem fingers confidently outstretched in your direction. And in that moment you almost did take his hand, your body twitching towards him, pulling you in. But the glow of his rich-red eyes slowed you into hesitation.

And what will you do then, Vlad? And more importantly: What will you make me do?

Because all of this – everything – would lead to his dream, aspiringly pure but aspiringly frightening, and it had become a point of contention about the means to achieve it. You had thought that his dream, indeed, was an admirable thing, and at one point you would have also been glad to take a part of it and make it yours, too. Vlad was (is) beautiful when he's determined and dreaming, a radiant god descended from the heavens to spread his blessing amongst the mortals.

But that's the thing about gods, wasn't it? They had the power and they had the freedom. They could do anything they wanted. Dreamed of. Even to the pain of others.

The library is where he lingers the most, and where he had spent a lot of time aside from the gardens. This, a whole eternity ago. His hands – carved ivory, beautiful but deadly – trailed along the spines of the books in the shelf situated in the innermost corner of the room. It's where the oldest books reside, one of which waxes lyrical about flowers and their signifieds. It had been Vlad's favorite. Read it the most, his rose-gaze blossoming each time he turned a page.

The book is still here, untouched for centuries. Every spring you stand in front of the shelf at the innermost corner of the library, and the book of flowers is still here, coated in dust.

What kind of flower should I plant today? Vlad wonders next to you, the lilt in his voice tickling your ears.

“Maybe something bright, something hopeful.”

Something hopeful, huh. The words don't echo, but they latch onto the wooden shelves, absorbed by crust and old papers.

Then his voice gets closer, almost like a lover's whisper, the dip of his head next to your ear, parting like a secret:

Hopeful like how you promised me the answers to all my questions?

You whip your head to the side – the cold shock propelling you to tell him that he's wrong, that he misunderstood. That the promise still burns the marrow of your bones and leaves your blood inchoate with waiting.

But you whip your head to the side, and all you see is air, lonely and burdened with failure.

“I think there's a ghost in the mansion,” Mitsuki says, come summer.

The teacup freezes millimeters away from your expectant lips, and the girl flusters with wary embarrassment.

Regardless, you indulge her. “Is that so.”

“I'm serious! Last week, in the playroom, Arthur, Dazai-san, and Isaac were playing cards. I was there watching them. I cheered when Isaac finally won, and then somebody said congratulations – except nobody said that among the four of us!”

“And then what happened?”

“Dazai-san suggested it was a ghost, but Arthur and Isaac refused to believe it. Arthur wanted to investigate, but Dazai-san turned it into a ghost storytelling session to frighten poor Isaac.”

“That's unfortunate.”

There were never invisible eyes watching you whenever you lounge in the playroom. Vlad always prefers when you're in solitude – in the library, in the garden, in your bedroom – so your attention falls completely on him. The mansion sighs whenever Vlad smiles at you, and you almost ache to take the step forward.

“Comte … Is there really no ghost in the mansion?”

At the gazebo, Mitsuki's eyes are wide with childlike curiosity, and underneath the glistening impatience, there is fear. She must have grown up listening to stories of spirits and their lingering attachment. Some vengeful, some poignant. Some unable to let go. What are ghosts but imprints of someone who has unwillingly left?

Vlad was never unwilling when he walked away – it was always you who were.

“There isn't any ghost here, ma cherie,” you tell Mitsuki after sipping your tea. “There are only stubborn memories.”

Come with me, Abel, Vlad murmurs against the skin of your neck later that night in your bed, right above your jugular vein.

The mansion is always a little emptier during summer, as most of the residents prefer to go out and bask under the sun. And though it is emptier, it's during summer that the mansion is at its most alive.

Come with me, Abel, he repeats, in your ear this time, his tender voice caressed into a sorrowful plea.

The mansion purrs, ripples with its own longing.

I'm not a god, and I can't make you do anything.

All I wanted was for you to take my hand.

I'm still waiting for you to fulfill your promise.

“Vlad,” you whisper, neither plea nor curse.

On the bedside desk the clock ticks on, with no answers to give.

#fic #my fic #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp comte #ikevamp vlad #vlad/comte #vlad/comte de saint-germain

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aldryrththerainbowheart · 1 year

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Hi! I saw your grumpy/sunshine prompt lists, and I was wondering if it’d be okay to request #14 and #19 for D from VHD? You can come up with any scenario you’d like! Though, if you wanted me to offer a prompt, it could be of D watching reader learn how to sharpen and clean her weapons. She could catch that lovely faint smile he tends to have when his walls are down and smile back at him/exclaim her joy at seeing it! His reactions/responses are also up to you! (I love your writing!)

Hello anon, glad to see the first request in my message box. I decided to combine all three of your asks plus my personal plan for a fic.

May I?

D watched your hands sliding over the blade of the sword. Its handle resting in one of your palms while the other ran oil soaked cloth over it. The task performed with almost religious reverence. Your eyes were trained on the blade so you didn’t notice D watching your every move. How you aquired the Blade of Alucard was still a mystery to him. However, he did not asked you how the sword found its way into your hands, neither he told you about its origins. That fact still burned at the pit of his stomach, but he knew he made a good decision at leaving it in your care. After all, you needed a suitable weapon to defend yourself with when traveling with him.

„Zippy? Can you hand met he other rag? The dry one.“ You extened your arm towards him without raising your eyes from the sword.

Ah, the nickname you gave him. He remembers how you decided on it like it was yesterday. You insisted he gave you his real name, thinking it was some sort of nickname. When he told you that’s all he’s ever been called, you frowned and told him one letter is not a name and he should have real one. Shortly after, you came up with the cheeky title Zippy. D wasn’t sure it was even a word. Just another one of your peculiarities. The teasing nickname stuck and now whenever he hears it, he accepts it as his second name.

His name was another thing you’ve claimed as your own. Before he met you, he was just a test subject D, but now he was Zippy. Despite himself, D found a sense of pride in it, no matter how silly the name was. Year ago, he would be annoyed if you’d called him that. Now he felt a strange warmth everytime he heard it. There was no use to fight it. You’ve wormed yourself inside vampire hunter’s heart and there was no coming back, not that D wanted to return to his old, lonely days. Human lifespans are so short, they are like blink of an eye compared ti his. He wants to cherish the time he has with you while he still can. To hear his name spill from your lips again and again.

„D? Don’t be a slacker.“

The hunter’s shoulders jerked. He got so lost in the thoughts of you, his hands remained still in your burlap. With warmth in his cheeks, he pulled the cloth out of the bag and handed it to you. He made sure your fingers brushed, running the pads of his fingers over your palm, much warmer than his. D noticed he’s been doing that often lately. Finding all the smallest ways and excuses to touch you. At first, he tried to justify these action to himself as well.

The space is too small, he can’t help it. He told himself as he pressed closer to you in cleft of a mountain you’ve hidden. You pulse needs to be checked often, you are sick. He told himself as he held your hand while you were sleeping away the illness. He needs to make sure the breastplate fits you perfectly. He told himself as he ran his hands over your arms and sides. So on and so on. And you, sweet and ignorant you, are so assured he could never, ever see you romantically, or anyone for that matter, that you let him do whatever he wished.

His latest temerity resurfaced when training you in swordsmanship. Unbeknownst to you, he showed you all the tricks and stances taught to him by the Great Ancestor himself. You were a quick learner, and D was proud of your progress. As he guided your hands into a proper position, D put his hands over your hips as he told you to go more loose in the knees. Then, he use done of his legs to spread yours more apart. By the time he realized what his was doing, you were already looking at him with bevilderment in your eyes. Ugh. The shame.

„There! All done. What do you think?“ Thankfully, you ripped him from his flustered musings. D lifted his head from behind the dark curtain of his hair and inspected you closely. You were holding the golden sword in front of you with utmost delicacy, the blade glinting in the autumn sun. Each nook and crevice was expertly polished and D nodded with a pleased humm. He would never thought that a playful trickster like you would take your swordfighting lessons and the artillery mainetance this seriously.

„D, you’re smiling.“ He could hear the laughter in your voice. The vampire hunter winced, he haven’t realized that a small smile was forming on his face. D looked away in embarassment. You don’t need to make a deal out o fit.

„Nonsence.“ The more he denied it, the more he felt his mouth twitching.

„You smiled! I saw it, so there’s no denying it.“ You set down the sword and crawl on all four towards him. Meanwhile, D crawling backwards to escape your inquiry. That effort was quickly squished down when his back was met with a stone wall. Before he had a chance to roll sideways, you slid between his knees and brought your wide grin towards his face. Your happiness was contagious, so D gave up on trying to fight it, and closed his eyes whilst letting a small smile form on his lips. Truly, you live to tease him, don’t you.

„Oh, your smile is so beautiful I would love to see it more often.“

When he opened his eyes in suprise, you had this soft, warm look instead of your usual cheek. Your face was so close, you were radiating life and warmth and life like a sun itself. And just like sun, you had the ability to bring him to his knees. The vampire hunters was so lost in the depth of your eyes that he haven’t even noticed one of his hands inching towards your face. You noticed it sooner than him, but were so shocked that you kept still. The moment akin to wild deer making its way towards you. Slowly, D’s knucles slid across your cheek, a whisper of a touch, while he haven’t taken his eyes from yours.

The only movement on your body was the wild beating of your heart, which was thumping so fiercely against your chest you suspected it wants to jump out of your chest and into D’s arms. Painfully slowly you raised your hand and grasped the dhampir’s one still resting on your face, simply clutching his appendages with your smaller ones, keeping your eyes trained on his.

The first one to snap out of this weird transe was D. He jerked his hand away as i fit burned him and stood up.

„Ahem- That’ll be enough training for today. Get some rest, I’ll keep watch.“

Without waiting for your answer, the hunter put the hat on his head and stomped away. All you could do was watch him as millions of thoughts swirled inside your head. Did that really just happen??

#vampire hunter d x you #vampire hunter d x reader #vampire hunter d #vampire hunter d imagine #request

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the-cult-of-russo · 1 year

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Such a Softer Sin (Part 1)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: I’m back with a new story, bitches!!!! Loooool This is the story I’ve been working so hard on.

A few words on this one. First off, I’m not an expert in writing for this genre or trope or whatever but I’m also choosing to do whatever the hell I want. I know there can be some rules when it comes to this subject and I’ve gone with the flow and picked and chose what I wanted. If you’re some kind of connoisseur for this kinda literature, don’t come at me telling me I did it wrong. It’s a piece of fiction and I’m just having fun here lmao

Also, this story isn't set in a specific era, it’s more of a different reality kinda thing. So some things seem modern, others more primitive etc and this is on purpose. I wasn’t thinking about like time and era and all that with this one, I created a whole new thing for the story.

With that, I hope you enjoy this one!!!

Title is from the song I Caught Fire by The Used

Seemed to stop my breath

My head on your chest waiting to cave in

From the bottom of my

Hear your voice again

Could we dim the sun and wonder where we've been?

Maybe you and me, so kiss me like you did

My heart stopped beating, such a softer sin

In your eyes, I lost my place

Could stay a while

And I'm melting

In your eyes like my first time

That I caught fire

Just stay with me, lay with me now

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Billy looked off over the balcony to the mountains with a heavy sigh. The weight of the world was a hard burden to bear, but it was his and it would be until he had a child. Every King needs a Queen in order to have an heir, the only problem was that he hadn't yet found his Queen. Billy was the King to the wolves, but he was more than that by blood. He was a Demigod, the only remaining Lycan on earth. He was strong and fierce, he was the one who was placed in charge of every wolf around the globe. He was well respected and revered, but at the same time he was feared. He could be ruthless when he needed to be and he had to make sure no one ever thought about crossing him. At times he appeared cold but he was always just. It wasn’t easy being a King to an entire species like this, he had to keep the fear alive to make sure they all stayed in line. He wasn't the King to the other species, but the humans and witches still viewed him as royalty and respected him. The vampires however were a different story. The war between the wolves and vampires had been over for almost a century now, but he knew it wouldn't last. He could taste the impending war once more on the tip of his tongue. He knew it was only a matter of time. He looked in his 30s but in reality he was older, much older. He couldn't even remember how long he had roamed the earth but it was enough to witness grand changes throughout the ages. But now in the present, he still had no Queen.

Even as a Demigod and Lycan, he was still technically a wolf. He had the same instincts, the same everything but on a grander scale. That meant he couldn't just pick anyone to be his Queen or just anyone to give him the son he desperately needed. He had to wait for his mate, and oh how he waited. He had been patient at first. He had scoured the world countless times in hopes he would find her, yet he still hadn't. He had no idea why his mother was torturing him this way, making him wait for the love he desperately needed. He watched in envy as his Beta and those around him found their mates. He watched with a dull ache in his chest as they found their other half of their soul whilst his was still ripped in two. He’d often think about her. Her face was always blurry, the only thing he knew for certain being the color of her hair. He would think about meeting her, mating her. He’d think about making her his Queen, her giving him a son. An heir. Once his son would be of age he could take a step back from all of this. He wouldn't have the weight of the world on his shoulders anymore as his birthright would be complete. His son would take the reins but he would be there every step of the way to guide him. To ease the burden that he knew was so heavy.

Over the centuries, he’d given up hope for his mate. He knew he had one but he didn't know just when his mother would gift her to him. After they mated she would become immortal like him. Just like his Beta and Gamma and their mates. She would forever be by his side, they would have a happy life and he would spoil her with love. But now he felt hollow and cold. With each passing year, he found himself getting colder and more angry. He couldn't hope anymore, he couldn't dream of the life he craved more than anything. It was easier to think he would never find her because then he wouldn't keep getting his heart broken. It was hard having a Goddess for a mother, she hadn’t even been the one to raise him. He’d been raised by High Priestesses of Selene who had ensured he knew what he was and what his role in all of this was. Ensured he became the rightful ruler of the wolves. He loved his mother despite never meeting her but it was hard. He never knew who his father was and his mother was absent. He felt a deep loneliness gnawing at his soul that he couldn't shake but he knew it would leave once he got his mate. He knew his mother would let him have her when it was time. Despite the great pain her torment was bringing, he trusted his mother blindly.

He kept up his pretense to the outside world. Attending meetings and balls between the wolves, humans and witches. The humans would watch him lustfully, in awe. His presence would make them feel his power although they didn't understand it the same way wolves did. The wolves would bow their heads in reverence to the Demigod King. He was the Alpha of Alphas, The Son of the Moon Goddess. Wolves would come far and wide to plead for his help, for his direct contact to his mother. It made him think of the Pope. Some of these wolves treated him that way and he hated when he couldn't accept their requests. Some things he could grant them, others he couldn’t. He wasn't in the business of tampering with fate and if his mother wanted something so, then it would be done. No matter what it was.

He took a long chug of his brandy, not that it did anything. He couldn't get drunk. It would take a hell of a lot to get him there and even if he did reach that state, it would be gone in minutes with his metabolism. Still, he found it soothing as it burned down his throat. As he watched the view, he couldn't help but think of his mate even though he tried to fight it. He wondered what color her eyes were, if her hair was truly like his mind always showed him. He wondered how tall she would be, what her skin type was. None of it really mattered, he’d love her no matter what, but he wanted to know. He wanted to hold her in his arms, to feel that electricity flow between them as their wolves recognised one another. He wanted to be consumed by her and to drown in her. He wanted to give her everything. He would rip out his beating heart and offer it to her as a sacrifice if that's what she wanted. He just fucking wanted her.

His wolf howled in pain in his mind, a sharp ache ripping into his chest. His wolf needed her badly, he was getting restless. As much as he hated it, he often found solace in another's arms. He never remembered their names or faces. It happened at gatherings when the women fawned all over him, both humans and wolves. His body still had urges and his wolf was getting harder and harder to control with each passing year without his other half, so he sated his carnal urges with women he cared nothing for. He would always be disgusted with himself afterwards. His wolf would snarl and growl at him, sometimes retreating altogether for days. He felt vile, knowing how he had betrayed his mate already and he hadn’t even met her, but when he felt this restless, it wasn’t something he could control. He knew if he didn’t sate himself his wolf would break free. It had been a long while since his wolf had full control. He was deadly to everyone in that form and he usually tried to lock his wolf inside of him unless there was some kind of war and he needed to unleash it. But he hated the feeling the morning after. Dirty. Broken. Guilty. Maybe that’s why his mother had refused him his mate. He was already unfaithful to her, he didn’t deserve her. He didn’t know if she would have slept with someone else and he growled low in his throat at the mere thought. He was a hypocrite. He slept around like a whore yet if his mate had even been touched by another he’d find who it was and rip their head clean off their shoulders. Another chug of the liquid slid down his throat and he focused on the burning sensation. What would she think of him? It wouldn’t be hard for her to know what he had done, he was royalty and people loved to gossip. There was plenty of talk of him and other women. All nameless. Meaningless. Would she reject him when she found out? He knew it would be his own fault if she did, but he also knew just what happened when a mate rejected you and just because he was stronger didn't mean he was exempt from it. If anything it would be tenfold. When a wolf rejects the sacred bond his mother had bestowed on them it would cause them both great pain. So much so that they would either slip into insanity or die.

He leant his forearms on the railing as he inhaled a deep breath. His mind never stopped, he was always busy. Once again, the weight of the world heavy on him. He just needed his mate to make things better. He’d been alone for so fucking long and it was hurting him so much. He heard the sliding doors behind him but didn't bother looking as he drank some more brandy. He knew from the scent who it was already.

“Come on, Bill, you need to rest. You’ll find her when the time’s right,” Frank said softly as he rested his hand on his shoulder. Frank was his Beta and his best friend. He was ruthless when he needed to be and loyal, but to those he cared for, he was a gentle soul. Billy didn't know how he’d cope without him. Frank had found his first mate a long time ago and she had been human. It wasn’t common but not unheard of either and he honestly didn’t know just why his mother had done it. But Frank had gone on to have two kids with his mate, Maria. He’d loved that family like they were his own, felt their loss as his own once they were gone too. He’d tried hard to comfort his friend after what happened as much as he could but they’d still never been able to get the revenge they needed. Luckily for Frank, Karen came along. Billy had brought her in to help, she was a witch. It was obvious to Billy that they started developing feelings for one another and shockingly enough, it turned out they were mates. Second mates rarely happened and never a witch and wolf pairing. But his mother had told him that it was to help, that Frank was important to him and Frank’s pain was his pain. She’d given Frank a second mate as a gift. Billy would admit that a more selfish part of him, the cold and bitter part of him, longed for the days where he wasn’t the only one alone. Deep down he was happy for Frank but it didn’t ease the sting of knowing his best friend had two mates and he had still yet to meet his own. He always tried to push down those treacherous thoughts when they popped up though. He knew it was unfair and Frank deserved to be happy.

He turned around and nodded, knowing it was useless to keep thinking about it. He followed his Beta inside to his large room and Frank left him knowing he wanted peace as he sat on the bed for a moment. It was late now. The sky was deep blue, alight from the many stars and the moon. His wolf was yapping at him so he decided he’d go for a run. The guards would always plead with him not to, or to at least let them tail him. They were concerned for his safety but it was futile. He was far stronger than anything that he may come across. He liked to run at night when people weren't watching his every move, when he could just try and free himself and let his wolf have some comfort. He stood and went over to his closet, picking up his work out clothes that he had specially made for him. Something less restrictive than his usual ensemble. Everyone had their uniform of sorts in the castle and he was no different. His usual clothes consisted of deep maroon or black pants, leather boots, a white tunic and his cream and gold jacket with the royal crest on it. If it was cold he’d also wear his furs. His Beta and Gamma had clothes similar to him, the only difference being that their jackets weren't cream and gold, they were cream and black. His elite warriors wore black and red, the staff around the castle wore white and red and the guards wore all black. He didn't like to go around looking too different to everyone else and he sure as hell didn't have a crown on his head. Anyone who didn’t know him and didn't know how the uniforms worked in the castle wouldn't have any clue just who he was and he liked it that way.

He didn't look like a Demigod or King, he looked almost human to the naked eye. His power contained within him. His dark hair was shorter on the sides and longer on top, slicked back out of the way. He had grown out his facial hair just a little and it left him looking more rugged. He looked after his appearance because he liked to, not just because it was expected of him, but he was a King after all and there were certain expectations he was held to. No one would take seriously a King that looked disheveled. All of the women seemed to go wild over his appearance, not that he cared. He did care what his mate would think of him though. He’d never had a relationship and he wouldn't until he found his other half. He never even went back to the same girl twice no matter how persistent they were. He was attractive, he was made to be so. But he also knew it was his power and status that lured in the she-wolves and human women.

He left his room and jogged down the steps. The guard gave him a look but he growled and they bowed their heads, not bothering to ask him knowing he would tell them no. They may have worried for his safety but he was their superior and they had to obey his orders. As he stepped outside, he let the chill of the air soothe his wolf, breathing in the fresh air and relaxing. It was cold but he didn't need layers since his body was like a furnace. Usually, he would run in the vast land that surrounded his castle. He wasn't the only one to live there, his right-hand men did too with their mates. Billy had the whole top floor to himself while the others had the floor below. Then the dining hall and common rooms were on the second floor and the grand entrance and bar on the first, along with the ballroom that he held parties when he needed to. In his grounds he had a large training and weapons center, there were lots of smaller buildings too that housed the staff and the warriors that his Gamma and Beta trained. Some packs sent him their warriors to be trained by the best. He owned all the land around it which was covered with woodland that his wolf adored. The parameter was secured all the way around with a high fence, it was enough to keep things out but guards still did parameter sweeps every hour. The only way in and out of the place was the towering gates at the front. Those too were manned by at least four of his guards at all times.

He started his run as he always did, he always ran the edge of the fence first, effectively doing his own security check at the same time. He let his wolf come to the surface, letting the run soothe him and his restlessness. He couldn't shift and let him take over. He couldn't risk it, not again. The beast inside of him was not something he could control and he wasn't about to put everyone at risk. He could however let him come to the surface and enjoy the moment together, trying to forget about the empty loneliness that gnawed on him from the inside out. He’d been out there for less than an hour when he felt Frank pushing into his mind.

‘Bill, we got a problem,’ Frank mind-linked him. Billy rolled his eyes as he stopped, catching his breath.

‘What is it?’ he asked back, wiping his sweaty brow with his shirt. He started back to the castle as he waited for a reply.

‘We found a rogue lurkin’ around the fence, the guards brought him in. He's detained in a cell. The thing is… he smells like vamps. Like he's been stayin’ with ‘em,’ Frank's words made Billy stop, his brow furrowing. A fucking rogue with vampires? That was never good. Rogues were a real problem and one Billy never had the patience for. They were a sore spot for him, and as just and merciful as he liked to say he was, when it came to rogues, his ruthlessness and coldness came out full force after what they took from him. The fact there was a rogue that was somehow involved with the vampires he knew they were on the brink of war with, well that spelled trouble. He needed to get information out of the rogue.

‘I’m on my way,’ Billy mind-linked, taking off and running back to the castle.

As he walked inside, Frank and his Gamma Curtis were waiting for him. Curtis was dressed haphazardly, whereas Frank was just in his sleep pants, his short hair stuck up every which way. Billy’s lips twitched up slightly at the sight of them despite the feelings he was having. He knew he needed to calm himself before he went and saw the rogue or he’d never get any information out of him. He’d end up ripping his heart right out of his chest. He couldn't help it though. Frank had mostly gotten over his issues with rogues, knowing in reality, they weren’t the real reason his family was gone. They had simply been a pawn in a much larger game. He’d gotten through his issues by taking out the rogues who had a hand in what happened and it seemed to be enough for him, at least when it came to the rogue part of it all. Billy struggled to get over it though, struggling to see past it all. It would just be a glaring reminder of what he lost, what he failed to protect. They stayed silent as they all made their way down into the dungeons. They didn't need to say anything to know how he was feeling. When the pair had sworn their loyalty to Billy, in order to become his Beta and Gamma and to become immortal like Billy was, they had to do a ritual. A blood bond. They all felt the other’s emotions and with Billy being as strong and old as he was, his emotions were almost amplified compared to theirs. They felt his overwhelming grief and guilt. His blinding pain and anger at the split second he thought of the ones he’d lost. They knew all too well how the pain still haunted the King even if he never spoke about it. Losing his surrogate family all those years ago was something he still couldn't bring himself to talk about but the two men knew it still ate away at him, which is why they were always on hand whenever Billy had to deal with a rogue. They had to make sure Billy didn't lose it and shift. That wasn't good for anyone.

When they walked through, the putrid smell of piss and vomit floated through the air as they passed the cells. As sad as it was, the smell no longer affected Billy, it wasn't his first rodeo being down here. He could hear the sound of chains being tugged on and snarls as he walked over to where two guards were standing in front of a cell. The guards bowed their heads to him and moved away, letting Billy and his two right hand men look through the bars. A man who looked to be in his 30’s was chained up with silver, growling and snarling. Billy tilted his head as he watched him, catching the man's eyes. It only seemed to make the man thrash more and a wicked smirk spread on Billy’s face.

“Stop fighting,” Billy’s voice was eerily calm yet still more dominant than any other Alpha on the planet. And despite the fact this rogue held no loyalty for the King, his wolf forced him to submit as his body went lax and he glared at Billy. It only made Billy’s smirk widen.

“What are you doin’ with the vampires, rogue?” Billy asked carefully through the bars. The rogue just laughed, the sound empty and devoid of any real happiness and it made the hair on the back of Billy’s neck prickle up. He felt his annoyance growing, his wolf snarling and snapping in his mind. Frank’s hand on the back of his neck grounded him, soothing his wolf and bringing him back to a decent state of mind. He knew it was fucked up that Frank was the one comforting him here after it was Frank’s family that got killed but he couldn’t help it. He felt far too deeply and far too much and he loathed it.

Curtis unlocked the cell and Billy stepped inside flanked by both men. It was an unspoken rule but both Frank and Curtis had well capped syringes of tranquilizer laced with wolfsbane in their pockets. It was part of their job to always have one with them as well as the guards. It wasn't for this rogue, it was for Billy. If he started to shift they were on firm orders to sedate him. Neither of them wanted history to repeat itself and it had been hard enough trying to fix the mess the last time Billy had shifted involuntarily almost a hundred years ago. Knowing the boys would have his back like that gave him some peace of mind. He took a few steps towards the rogue and the rogue spat at his feet as a show of disrespect. It didn't phase Billy one bit but he heard Frank growling at him in contempt for disrespecting his King.

“You're gonna to tell me what the vamps are plannin’ and how the rogues are involved,” Billy stated carefully. Not a question but a statement, because he knew the man would.

“I won't tell you shit,” the man growled. Billy smirked to himself, pushing out his Alpha aura so much that even Frank and Curtis bowed their heads in submission. The rogue lowered his head, his whole body tense, clearly not liking having no control over his actions.

“That’s funny. Let's see if you still say that in an hour, pain can be a really useful motivator,” Billy grinned eerily, not missing how the rogue’s body tensed up even more.

Billy wouldn't be the one to extract the information himself. He couldn't trust himself or his wolf not to go too far in those circumstances, no matter how badly he’d love to rip into this insolent little wolf. That was what his men were for. More specifically, Frank and Curtis had a good thing going on when they teamed up, almost like a good cop bad cop routine. Billy took a few steps back, relishing in the fear he could smell from the wolf in chains. He turned to leave the cell and glanced at his Beta and Gamma.

“Do whatever necessary to get him to spill. I don't want him dead until he tells us everythin’ he knows,” he ordered firmly. They both nodded and Curtis stepped out of the cell with him a little.

“Do you want me to send anyone to the Nomad pack? See if they know anything?” he asked quietly with a frown. Billy pursed his lips and heaved a sigh.

“No. The Council has already asked ‘em to come in for a meetin’ and I doubt they know anything,” Billy said as he raked a hand through his hair. He knew what Curtis was getting at though.

The Nomad pack wasn't just a normal pack of wolves, they were a pack of rogues. It was unusual for rogues to band together to make an actual pack, but they weren't the usual types of rogues. Normal rogues were exiled or left due to how hostile they were, their inability to listen to orders. They were vicious and vile creatures and their humanity was almost non-existent. The Nomad pack were a group of wolves who had suffered loss or who were outcast and treated badly. They were labeled rogue at first for the simple fact that they didn't belong to a pack, but then they banded together and took on more misfits, expanding their pack. They had quite a reputation. Not only because they were the first and only rogue pack but because of the things they had done. People feared them for the fact that they used to be rogues and they were clever enough to use that to their advantage. Before long, other Alphas started requesting their help, hiring them as bounty hunters for unruly pack members or helping in wars, because having the Nomad pack as an ally was far better than having them for an enemy. Billy had met the Alpha once and the Council kept tabs on the pack just on the off chance shit went south with them due to them once being rogues. But Billy didn't think they were a threat. He knew the Council for the past year had been paying the Nomad pack as bounty hunters too for more high profile wanted cases with wolves and they’d been doing a good job with them. As far as he saw it, he didn't see them as rogues anymore, and even before then, he wasn't blind by his hatred enough to not see the difference with the kind of rogues they were compared to the one sitting in his cell. People may think he was vicious when it came to those not in packs but it wasn't the case. He knew not all wolves had the luxury of being in a welcoming pack or having a pack to raise them.

Curtis was always overly cautious and he knew that's why he was asking. Their connection to rogues was practically non-existent except from a label they used to wear and Billy just knew they weren’t in on this. The Council had requested their presence in a few days anyway so he could just speak to them then, just to ease his Gamma’s mind and assure him they weren't a part of this. With a nod, Curtis went back inside the cell with Frank and Billy started making his way back out of the dungeon. Before he left, he heard the screaming start and he felt his lips curl up into a satisfied smirk at the sound. He’d place a bet that before the sun rose, the little wolf would have squealed at least one useful bit of information. If he knew what was good for him that was. Whatever shit the rogues were cooking up with the vampires couldn’t be good and it needed to be nipped in the bud as soon as possible, he learned that lesson the hard way last time. He knew the war he’d expected was coming sooner rather than later. It was time to amp up his warrior’s training and to call a meeting between the Alpha’s soon. They needed to be ready for whatever came their way.

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Others have explained their reasoning before, but I'm wondering, why do you think each original sibling never undaggered Finn? With the obv exception of Freya. But would she have undaggered him immediately? 🤔

Great question, thank you for asking. This is just my opinion so if anyone has other ideas feel free to add to this and make it a discussion. (I do not proof read, I can only hope this is legible)

The reasons offered by canon definately contribute to Finn’s siblings keeping him daggered. The two main ones to me (from canon) are that Finn’s morality made him a difficult person to be around and that he hated being a vampire, they were worried about him.

I mean, Klaus was willing to let Elijah believe that he had tossed all his siblings into the ocean where they could never be reached, just because he found Elijah’s moral crusade annoying. Finn hated everything about vampirism and he let them know. He complained about their bloodlust, how easily they gave into their bloodlust, how unnatural they species was — if you were already struggling with what you’d become and you were trying to make the most out of it, this shit is the last thing you need to hear. I always assume this stifling morality of his is what they’re talking about when they call him dull.

Elijah brings up the concern that Finn would be a danger to himself. Honestly, if they were running from Mikael and his siblings could see him consider just giving in and dying every time, that’s scary. And I know what people say, “he had Sage, he was the happiest he had ever been.” Sure. But you can’t expect a depressed person to stop being depressed just because they’re in love, so why would they think that loving Sage would make Finn content being a vampire. (H/C Finn was depressed as a human, vampirism amplified that, being a vampire added to it. Finn struggled to connect to his siblings after Freya. They had probably never seen him struggling like that until they were forced together with volatile emotions. It’s hard to watch people you care about, who you’d always seen as strong, break down).

Once Finn has been daggered for a while, it’s easy to leave him that way. He was hard to be around. I don’t think they ever actually forgot him or that they were purposefully abandoning him, like Finn thought, but I do think he slipped their mind. It was easier without him, they had their own issues to worry about, and vampires don’t feel the passage of time. Also, they didn’t know it was hurting him. This is a big thing to remember. As far as the rest of the Mikaelsons are concerned, a dagger to the heart is a magic pause button. It’s annoying but it was never meant to hurt Finn. Would they still have done it if they knew? That’s a different question that I won’t go into, but it’s worth a thought. These reasons apply to all his siblings, I’ll try not to repeat them.

First thing I consider is that Klaus had just killed the Brotherhood of Five before undaggering his siblings, and so is suffering from the Hunter’s Curse for the first 53 years of Finn being daggered. (I like to think it kicking in is one of the reasons he didn’t undagger Finn)

Klaus is literally obsessed with his family, he probably didn’t like that Finn was off with Sage all the time. Remember this guy kills all his siblings’ lovers, and maybe he hasn’t started that yet or Sage is the exception bc she came before that urge or he can recognise that these two are actually devoted to each other unlike the other lovers he’s killed. I mean, even 900 years later Klaus still hadn’t killed her. I’m sure she’s a survivor (and don’t get me started on the possible relationship dynamics between Sage and the rest of the Mikaelsons), but if Klaus wanted her dead then she probably would be. He’s an original. They’re only beatable in the shows bc you can’t overpower regularly appearing characters or there would be no conflict.

So initially, I think Klaus’ reason is his paranoia and fear of his siblings leaving him, enhanced by the Hunters Curse. I actually like to think that by having one of his siblings daggered and therefore unable to harm or leave him, was probably a great comfort for him during this time. Although that would have lessened when the curse ends, the sentiment continues. Klaus needs to know where his family are, and he needs to keep them safe from Mikael. He’s a little control freak and this is a great way for him to exercise that and keep his wandering brother close by.

My understanding of Elijah is that he takes responsibility for pretty much everything that happens in his family and whilst he may have preferred to undagger Finn, he always prioritises Klaus over the rest of his family (from the guilt over Mikael and Aurora, until the anger at Klaus effectively killing their family for good outweighs that, then it comes back). If Elijah considered daggered!Finn to be a benefit to Klaus whilst under the Hunter’s Curse, he’s absolutely gonna allow it. It’s benefitting Klaus, and it’s ‘not hurting’ Finn. So why wouldn’t he? He’s probably defending the idea, and laying it out as though it’s the most reasonable option.

I think Rebekah was definitely pro-undaggering Finn. But I think she’d find Elijah’s justifications convincing. She’d probably feel the most guilty about it, so she’d try not to think about it. Still, she’s much closer to Klaus and Elijah than her other brothers.

I don’t think Kol minded much. Finn was a good ten years older than him and if they were ever close it would probably be more parental than fraternal, to cope with Mikael and Esther’s poor parenting and the trauma of Finn losing Freya and then struggling to connect to his siblings. They seem to have had a somewhat hostile relationship from at least the Martell period (pretty typical of siblings ngl) but Kol seemed most antagonised by Finn’s betrayal in TVD (indicative of a closer relationship than with Esther). I personally think his loss of magic and lack of control over his thirst probably made him the most affected by Finn’s anti-vampire campaign. Kol seems to like trying to ignore the pain a situation causes him by drowning it out (loss of magic leads to extra bloodlust). I think he was glad not to have to deal with it and if he ever felt bad? Well, it was Klaus that kept him in the box. Not Kol.

I think the important thing to consider with Freya is that she’s just as desperate for her family as Klaus is. If she got to them earlier then she would absolutely undagger Finn. He’s her baby brother, he’s the only one who would be able to remember her, and there is no way she’ll be able to convince The Original Vampires that she is their witch-sister-who-‘died’-and-even-if-she-hadn’t-she-would-defo-be-dead-over-one-hundred-years-later without Finn or Esther (or even the threat of Dahlia) there to back up her claims. Freya would undagger him immediately out of both sentiment and practicality. The only reason she wouldn’t undagger him is if she was convinced it would harm him, and his “suicidal tendencies” would not cut it for her. Tbh I think Freya would think that it’s an exaggeration and that she could help fix it. So yeah, if Freya is out then so is Finn.

(A Doylist answer would be that he was invented right before his first appearance and they kept him daggered so he would be pissed at them and put his Cain instincts into play. Also laziness. But that’s boring so Watsonian answers only.)

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