✞ The King’s Feast ✞

Urd Geales X FemReader!

✞ angst

✞ TW: gore, mentions of death, mentions of blood, reader’s death, impossible love, tragic ending.

❥ I wanted to delete this, thinking it’s not good enough but @theorphanprince made me post it. Her wish is my command. (.づ◡﹏◡)づ. I also believe I fell even harder for this man only by writing this bloody thing. I love a cold man with a warm heart.

【 I also want to mention that reader is a violonist. Urd is kind of a cruel ruler here. Oops. 】

Promise this is the last time I kill y’all ( or not ;) ).

『 Her nostrils almost bleed from the bitterly cold winter air. It’s a terrible blizzard outside. Snow is no joke in Moscow, even the toughest man, would think twice before stepping out poorly dressed in such a frozen land, which is now dominated by the red apocalypse. Even with the city full of monsters, evil, cruel people and vampires, the blizzard is still a problem.

But can a matter of life and death— like the apocalypse as an example — can compare to losing the ability to delight your own soul through pure talent? Of course not! Y/n would rather lose her head! Alas, she would rather end up beaten and humiliated, naked, on the stage of the great theater than this! Her heart becomes dominated by a cold similar to the one outside, as she looks desperately at her hands.

Both hands were missing a finger. The left hand was missing the middle finger, the other, was missing the index finger. The rest of the fingers were crushed unevenly. Some have no nails, some are still bleeding even through the thick bandages and all are completely paralyzed. I think I have described enough, it is clear that she can never play the violin again! A sad misfortune upon the artist who some time ago was immersed in her work! You can almost cry just by looking at her sitting motionless for hours, in the same shabby armchair, looking at her hands. Her face being devoid of any facial expression, empty. On the inside, in her inner space, we may even find some spider webs.

The devil who did this… or rather, the devils, were her opera colleagues. A terrible act of jealousy. All of this just because she was getting special attention from the King himself, Urd Geales! After the performance, a handful of artists forcibly held her down and crushed her fingers by repeatedly slamming a large oak door. The fire was burning terribly in the room, the heat was quite stifling especially from the commotion going on inside. In short, it was starting to stink. The screams and the smell of blood attracted attention, so fear grew in their hearts. Panicked that they had run into trouble, they started to argue for a minute. One of the devils — the most ambitious to hinder our artist — took a pocket-knife and cut as much as he could. Two fingers. One was enough if you ask me. If he had time back then, he would have cut them all. What a sadistic and disgusting act! Not only did y/n end up with flattened fingers, but he also wanted to cut them all off! Tell me then, readers, what is worse between a vampire and a human?! My soul fills with rage when I think about what they did to y/n!

If I'm angry, Urd is even more so! He has an enormous love for y/n. However, it is not certain whether it’s mutual. You see, this artist is very strange. However, her strangeness was the reason he fell for her! Since the first day they met, about a year ago. It was still winter. But the scenario does not take place in a room warmed by a vintage fire, but outside in the heart of the frost. A couple, back then, tried to escape from the theater. The truth is that they succeeded. Their bad luck was that just then the noble Urd was having his walk! Terrible luck, to run into the King of Russia when you’re trying to escape his authority! It is clear what happened to the couple, there is no point in telling you more. He handled it himself. The snow beside him was stained with blood. His cold gaze was directed at this morbid scenario. How much the blood stood out, just as his genius mind often stood out. Urd's intelligence is truly fascinating but also terrifying. Terrifying exactly like the blood on the snow. How ironic! Am I right?

" Human. Are you trying to escape too? “ and now his icy gaze lands on y/n, appearing out of nowhere and thinly dressed with a white sheepskin ushanka on her head, plus a pair of old gloves. Back then she was relatively new to that theater of horror, where people were tortured to entertain the bloodthirsty immortals.

" No. I do not wish to escape, your highness. “ Her voice was calm and the vampire's powers of deduction led him to the conclusion that she was telling him the truth. It was still a concern. Was she looking for him? "I want to perform alone at the show tonight. Of course, with your permission, your highness. "

" Human. " he pauses, a little tense. He doesn't understand. This woman is in front of him, the King! Maybe it’s blind courage or she’s just insane! The proud vampire that often displays a superior side to the others progenitors, decided to not bring up his status since it’s clear that she is aware of who is standing in front of her. But for God’s sake! Is she not even intimidated by the death scene in front of her? That irritates him the most. " Let’s get over the fact that you dare to talk to me, when I’m alone, you being unsupervised and without permission to see me and to talk to me. You, a mere weak human. Even dare to ask for a favour. Are you not able to notice what's in front of you? " with a gesture of his hand, he shows the corpses and the blood well embedded in the snow. Y/N just smiles as she exhales lightly against her lips and a steam from the cold comes out and disappears just as quickly.

" I'm only interested in my genius condition, my work. And your genius condition, your majesty, King Urd Geales, has drawn my attention ever since I came here. I want to ask this favor from you, because only you will truly understand my art. When it comes down to it, it's not death that scares me. What truly scares me it's not being able to reach my maximum human potential. So spilled blood won't turn me off the road. “ She bent down slightly, picking up a lump that splendidly absorbed the blood into its essence. The vampire's eyes widen, watching in amazement as she bites into the bloody snowball. She looks at him straight in the eyes, without a trace of fear, nothing can be found in her gaze. " I have tasted a little of your mind. May I carry it inside, as long as I live in this ephemeral body! What an honor! I already feel more inspired! Thank you! " that evening, she started performing alone. And ever since that evening, her incredible talent — oh! — both humans and vampires, all of Moscow was left shocked by the favorite violinist of the great progenitor, Urd Geales!

For Y/n, it does not matter if it is harmony on earth or apocalypse. Some people say that she doesn’t care if she is seen as a livestock, clown or a human being. She doesn’t even care if she is loved or not. Her whole purpose, all that mattered to her, was playing the violin. Urd’s strange puppy of a girl. She has no personality, no soul, no heart, no conscience, all of her was only art, absorbed only by her own genius! I think these are malicious gossip thrown at her though. Cursed be the gossip and man's ability to use it! Her passion is etheral, both pure and ambitious! But I do doubt that she noticed how Urd fell for this passion, her passion. It was completely ridiculous, he would never admit such a pathetic feeling like love for a livestock! But here is, after all. He was somewhat content to admire her only from a distance, like a sinner who cannot get too close to heaven. Sometimes he can lose his patience, he wanted more, not being able to control this wave of feelings but he calmed down everytime he watched her perform. Her work seems specially created for only the Gods to see and hear. Even the oldest skeleton would drop a tear involuntarily.

But this mystical bird, which was the favorite of the sun, has met its end now. She can no longer fly or sing, she is cursed to live as a normal person now. Like a banality. Maybe waiting for death to knock on her door. It wasn't easy for Y/N. The longer she remains in the room, the harder it’s for her to breathe from the cruel heat. Like she's doomed to melt like a candle to death. Until her skin starts to ooze and blister until all that's left is a puddle on a dusty rustic rug. A puddle made of her flash and endless tears.

She cannot accept such punishment! So when her lovesick vampire comes to pay her a visit, he notices how she and the violin are missing, the window wide open. Snowflakes aggressively coming in and almost extinguishing the fire since the fireplace is placed close to the window.

At first, he wanted to call for help, make a fuss, ordering the servants to look everywhere for the woman he was blindly in love with. However, as mentioned earlier, Urd owns a great intelligence. It didn't take him long to find where she is. In fact, y/n had been waiting for him there. Leaning against the tree, her broken violin by her side — before her escape, it was intact, perhaps she thought of dragging the instrument with her — she smiled numbly at him. She looked like a dead woman. Ugh! Her lips were blue, her eyelashes fluttered from time to time, and they were covered with heavy snow. Her eyes no longer sparkled like before. She is wearing a white nightgown, far too thin for this scenario. There was blood on her lap from the bandages she tried to remove. The fingers were the first to frostbite, but she can’t feel that anymore, since they are paralyzed. Oh, and how she used to take care of them during winter! Her priceless fingers! Always wearing her expensive gloves.

The man wants to come closer but is stopped by y/n’s voice. “ I don't want to become a vampire. I refuse such a nonsense. " silence fell. The blizzard suddenly subsides. Geales stubbornness is finally showing, he kneels in front of her, tearing with his claws the white material from her pale neck, like he lost all of his control! "I said I refuse! " she shouts at him with her remaining strength, making him stop. " Everything left from my work… will disappear if I become immortal. I wanted to excel as a human, to prove what a human being could do. I've been aiming for this for as long as I can remember! Better dead than to be subjected to hell! Please, don't destroy what I have left, my love...". Oh my! Maybe the feelings were mutual in the end. But her goals were always first on the line! The curse of being in love with an obsessed artist!

His hands, gripped by anger, clutch her shoulders. His eyes tremble like he’s about to cry! Hard to believe at first, but Urd is quite sensitive, especially when it comes to y/n. “ Did you… somehow… want me to come here, to grant you a wish? " the woman's frozen and satisfied smile is enough of an answer.

"You always have an extraordinary power of deduction. That’s why I like to always ask small favors from you. What a shameless woman I am! Giving you no attention and still crying for your help! But I do not have enough time for this conversation. Forgive me and please, lay me down nicely on the snow. " her words is his command. Urd’s hand gently takes her head, the other holds her waist tightly and slowly places her on the snow.

“ And now? “

“ Please feast upon my heart! “ It made sense. They are in the place where they first met a year ago. And back then she feasted on the snow full of the blood he spilled, eager to keep a small part of him in her. " Even if I die, at least I know I'm going to put the seed of my genius in you, so it will never go away. Because my art was made with a big heart and love beyond measure! Only you, who love me, can save what drains from me into nothingness. "

On the day when the blizzard had stopped, in the distance, Moscow could watch with horror — or simple curiosity — as The King of Russia, their feared king, snatched from the body of a beautiful woman, her heart. Holding it like he just picked a fresh juicy fruit. Blood flowed like a waterfall between his long fingers. The heart still beating, he grips it tighter to make sure it won't slip. Urd could feel every vein. Pff! He has done this countless times but now it feels like his heart was ripped away too. Realizing that their love was impossible from the start.

The difference was that y/n realized that before him. In order to avoid this suffering… in order to avoid a tragedy for both of them, she distracted herself with her goals until she became addicted to it. The Second Progenitor could never be her first priority but she did had a small reserved space in her for him.

What a way to die! On verge of death, watching your lover eat your heart out. Biting off the organ with an angry expression, the fangs went in smoothly as if it’s biting into an apple!

❝ That’s the King’s feast! ❞

That’s what Muscovites say. 』

Hii! May i request for a urd, lest, krul, and rigr headcanons/what will they do when their past s/o got reincarnated and currently working as a high ranking JIDA member, then they met again in a war.

Thank you and have a nice day!

Meeting their s/o's reincarnation in the next life, but on the enemy's side

── ୨୧：urd geales, rígr stafford x reader (separate) / lest karr, krul tepes & reader (separate)

୨୧﹑synopsis :: a past friend or lover departed all too soon, never supposed to meet them again, though immortality will make that possible. it was never how they expect it to end up.

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, kidnapping if you squint hard, lest and krul are extremely rushed, not proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 2.2k

sorry I didn't end up including Lest and Krul in the way the request asked but tbh, I'm just not comfortable writing for them that way. personally I think I'd rather stick to platonic stuff for them if anything (which does make the title a tad misleading (_ _;) ) sorry I never clarified that anywhere (ﾉ´∀｀*)

I might make a part two later with more characters, but rn I just did these four, I really like the idea though so I doubt this will be the last I write for it ♡( ◡‿◡ ) not me realising in post it said headcanons after I got bored and went with a scenario shoot me

part one | part two

urd geales

he was sure that you were dead, you had been dead for a long time, having slipped away from him in your last mortal life.

and yet you were there, by the General's side as he barked his orders at you to fight, the spitting image of his love, turned against him, but why? Was it just the world you now lived in? Back then, you were able to live peacefully, you didn't have to watch your back every step or worry a monster might chase you back to the safety of the city walls.

it was just chance, and you were caught between the dismal life of livestock down in Sanguinem, and the life of a soldier in the Demon Army. That didn't mean it stung any less.

in a way, Urd was glad to see you strong, an unwavering determination, and apparently more courage than you knew what to do with. You held your sword firm, your hands trembling from the force you applied and the push back you got, even knowing you weren't a match for a Second Progenitor you didn't run. You stood firm to carry out your order, even knowing he could pummel you if he was actually trying. Urd held back, you could tell that much.

he couldn't stand there forever, and neither could you, but it was clear you weren't going to let up, and he couldn't afford to either. Even knowing the person who stood there was surely someone he once knew, in your eyes you had never known him, you'd slice him in two without hesitation if only he let you.

it pained him, and yet he had to. Gently, Urd reminded himself, and in a swift motion of his sword knocked you aside, not too harshly, but enough to leave you nearly sliding along the ground trying to regain your footing even as you stumbled over yourself onto the ground, it was gutting in it's own way, to both of you although for different reasons.

the smell of blood filled the air, he must've grazed you, or perhaps the impact had done it. If only you were who you used to be, he would've been at your side worrying over you, and yet he couldn't.

"General Kureto!" he tried to ignore you, even when he heard your sword scrape against the ground--you'd picked it back up.

if he could only knock you out, he could take you with him, right? You wouldn't have to know why, a vague excuse to back it up would be enough, and yet one problem remained, he didn't have enough arms to carry you, the General, and the Major General. Even if he could, he didn't have a reason to give everyone else why he felt it necessary.

you were a fool, trying to defend your General, who was not quite unconscious and yet not fully conscious either, teetering on the edge in a haze. Kureto couldn't defend himself like that. nor give you orders, you were on your own. Where was Aoi when you needed her?

even on your own, your loyalty lied with the Demon Army, and he couldn’t help but miss your warmth seeing you turned against him.

　

lest karr

looking so young didn't mean he was foolish, Lest knew that it was always a possibility he would encounter someone just like the Human he used to be attached to. Perhaps you didn't like that he looked like a child, didn't want to hurt him, and to him it was pathetic, he wanted to crush you under his boot like an insect for it.

he couldn't bring himself to, not when you were just so much like them, though…in the Demon Army, you were a squad leader, had people under you, several people actually one of whom was very insistent that you should not be underestimating him.

"It's a child." you hissed at him, almost like a scolding parent, disappointed in him at least from the way it sounded.

"A child who is a Vampire!" he tried to remind you, but you apparently weren't having it. Even Lest could tell that much, approaching him rather unbothered by it, either you had courage, or were stupid. Either way he wasn't going to budge and scare you off.

you were getting very close, and he was very greedy to have you coddle him just a little. Not too much, and he would never admit it outright, but in a way he missed having his head patted, seeing you smile at him. It was nice while it lasted, when he was so young it wasn't out of place to him, his head matched his body and things were as they should be.

he was too young back then to fully understand that you wouldn't be there forever if you were just someone he met at the market sometimes. You used to dote on him back then too.

"Don't." He said, though rather suddenly, "Stay there."

he couldn't let you, not now, he felt like a child ready to stomp his feet on the floor and throw a tantrum. He very much wanted to have you pat him on the head, talk to him a bit just to entertain his talking when no one really wanted to listen much.

if he let you do that all over again, he'd remember what it was like, and he'd miss it again. He'd wish you could always be there, maybe in Germany where he could see you whenever he want and let go of himself for just a while. Maybe. Not yet. For now he needed to keep up his act, remain prideful and just maybe he'd see you again some time where there weren't several people to witness it.

"I'll let you live, just this once. I don't have time to deal with you now, but don't get in my way again."

　

krul tepes

one of Krul's only comforts after her brother's departure was unfortunately not longed for this world, it wasn't as if you were particularly fragile, not terribly Human. Met your end in the wrong place at the wrong time and suddenly her dearest friend was gone, reduced to a pile of ash by the daylight.

she hadn't seen you in so long, how could she have? You were gone, it had been somewhere around a millennium, and yet now, in 2020, she saw you once again.

you weren't exactly the same, but she knew, somehow, she knew that the one who watched as the Seraph was released and the world ended all over again for the Demon Army, was you. A little bigger than you used to be, but something else about you set her off.

she wouldn't let you be killed again, definitely not like this.

there wasn't a moment's hesitation between her noticing you standing idly by in a complete stand of shock as the people you had known for the majority of what was now your life were sacrificed and her grabbing your arm to pull you away. "Come with me. Now." It didn't even seem like you could move until she forced you. Almost dragging you along until you got your legs to move.

you had barely even processed it was a Vampire who tugged you along let alone the Queen in Japan. Not for a moment until you realised and regained your senses to barely avoid getting stabbed only by the harsh yank at your arm that had you stumbling over yourself onto the ground with a thud.

"Get up, we need to leave, now!" she tried to urge you along, pull you up herself, remind you of the urgency. What was she supposed to do when everything was happening so fast. Does she protect you? Tell you to run? Where can she go that you'll be ok?

she didn't have time to think when she caught up to Mika, she could settle there, in safety. Even if she couldn't keep you safe, she could entrust the task to Mika. She knew you could protect yourself, and yet she couldn't be satisfied with just that--you could supposedly protect yourself before too.

even as Ferid attacked, betrayed her in a way though it was clear he was never truly on her side to begin with, and her consciousness began to wane, she urged you both to go, to protect yourselves, to be safe. You were still confused even when the shock was wearing off, it was just that you couldn't understand why a Vampire would save you, one of the many Colonel's currently still alive. Surely she'd want you dead, wouldn't she? Wouldn't it benefit her to see you killed by that monster?

she didn't need to say it twice, her unexpected though not unwelcome act enough to convince you she needed you alive for something meaning you weren't going to die as a result, at least not for a while, it would give you time to think.

"Mikaela. Go with the Colonel, and find your family! Keep them safe."

　

rígr stafford

he remembered the birdsong you used to listen to together, back when he first came to Japan, romancing one of his loyal little followers. You used to be special, and he treasured you too much to bring a curse of immortality on you. Did you hate him for that?

you had once begged Rígr not to leave you to grow old while he stayed the same, ever unchanging, and yet he wouldn't budge as he stood firm. Every time you even started to bring it up he'd stop you again, and yet no matter how much you changed he loved you all the same. When your mind went as you began to forget him, then your body as it began slowing to one final stop, no matter what he was there.

he couldn't tell if he regretted that, or if his wondering was just the product of the person who stood before him.

by all accounts it was you, there were no way it couldn't be, right? And yet you barely reacted to him much at all. There was no kiss, asking where he'd been and what kept him so long, where he'd get to feel your head rest against his shoulder when you laid together just one last time before you went. Humans are truly fragile creatures, aren't they?

ah, that's right, you weren't with the Hyakuya Sect anymore-- you never had been, not like this. Despite the similarities you held a stark difference, the first being that you were no longer head over heels in love with him and the second that you had changed in a way, moulded yourself to your new title--and quite an impressive one at that--you were more than just in the army, you could pull rank.

he'd never be able to win you over like that, but seeing you again was nice, nostalgic, like finding an old photograph tucked away in storage of a fond memory long passed.

he didn't speak to you at all, just acknowledged you when he passed you, and you watched him with a great sense of suspicion. Rígr could tell you didn't trust what he was doing, and yet you allowed it in favour of watching him carefully.

watching, waiting, but there was nothing.

it wasn't until your curiosity got the better of you that you reluctantly agreed to help Ferid with whatever he was doing, and suddenly you were wandering another war zone. It was different to the one you encountered before, save for the overrun of death and fighting. The Hyakuya Sect and the Demon Army, you wouldn't stop them, you likely couldn't either. What's to say they would listen?

the other thing that didn't change was the man you were looking for. Who was he? Who knows, but it would be nice if Ferid stopped calling him Papa, that was enough to know you weren't exactly what one might call keen to find him sprawled in an alley in what could only be described as dismantled, ripped at the seams and taken apart.

on the contrary he was quite glad to see you again, standing over him, even if you looked at him like trash on the floor. It was as if you wanted to stab him clean through with the weapon kept sheathed at your side, and he'd let you if only to see you satisfied.

but when all was said and done you were far from standing over him, clawing at the chains around your leg with more desperation than you knew you had in you. Getting taken hostage would be bad, becoming livestock, being out in a place like Sanguinem. You'd seen what it looked like there, even without your help it was a hellhole.

"Let go!" he wouldn't, he wouldn't let go, wouldn't let up at all even when Crowley and Ferid were long gone without you. He clearly didn't have much strength, and yet he used it all to secure one thing as you were unceremoniously dragged back from the place you'd managed to squirm to in one swift movement.

you were strong, you had to be, and yet even for you some opponents were too much. There had never been Vampires so strong in Japan, at least not ones that showed themselves to fight.

"You got away the first time, but you won't end up quite so lucky again."

Hi, how are you doing? Is it ok if I can request some Urd Geales x Blind female s/o hcs? Please and thank you!

Hello, @birdgirl98 !!✨

Thanks for asking I am okay !!! What about you??💕💕💕

This request is so cute I can't.

TW! I am not a blind person, I don't know any blind people in my life so these might be a little inaccurate. I am sorry if I make mistakes!

Urd Geales with a blind s/o💖

Urd Geales

-you are his darling and he is taking care of you

-he will most probably put Ky Luc to help you if you need help

-Urd can be suffocating at times

-one time he annoyed you so much that you snapped and said to him that you don't need any help with certain things

-in that moment he was brought back to earth where you can do things and be an individual of your own

-likes to hug you at certain moments because he feels protective of you

-he likes being the protective one in your relationship because he wants to make sure no one hurts his precious darling💖

-would try to cook with you

-or will try to just do activities with you that he couldn't do with any of his fellow subordinates

-he is very very sweet man around you💘

-is such a cuddly monster if you know him very well

-loves spendig time with his darling aka you

-loves protecting you overall😍

Thank you so much for this request and make sure to request again if you liked these!!🌹🌹💕💕

Can you please do yandre Urd geales x reader. Thank you<3

You’re on the wrong blog. This is my side blog which I created just for fun. I don’t write anything on here. My writing blog is @animeyanderelover where my requests are currently don’t accept requests. Try it on there when I open my requests again.

How would they react to S/O whispering in their ear “daddy”- Urd, Saito, Ky, Crowley, Shinya, Goshi?

— Whispering “daddy” in their ear

Pairings: Urd, Saito, Ky, Crowley, Shinya, Goshi

(suggestive, teasing, mentions about sex)

Urd

— you did it when you two were alone in his office. Urd swiftly takes his eyes off his paper as soon as the word passes your lips. Urd doesn’t say anything just sends you a warning glare before his eyes drop back to his paper. You know you’re in for it tonight.

Saito

— whispered it in his ear while in his office. Shocked that you could say it with such confidence now, but when you get in the bedroom you always trip over your words. He asks what you’re up to, are you trying to rile him up, or get him to do a little teasing of his own? When you deny all of that, expect him to come around later looking for you.

Ky

— Calls you “mommy/daddy” back and watches for your reaction. If you want to tease him, he’s going to do just the same. He isn’t one to get riled up over bedroom names. He even says that the other vampires can hear you and if you two are not alone, he’s definitely not joking.

Crowley

— Crowley just smirks after you do it. He’s baffled, you’re never able to say this in the bedroom so clearly but now is a good time. You’ll get your fill of Crowley teasing you later for saying it—that’s for sure.

Shinya

— Shinya’s face goes to what’s this about to do you need some dick… he gives you a couple kisses and says that you’ll have to wait. He laughs when you tell him it was a joke though but don’t expect Shinya to forget about it because he’ll remember it until tonight.

Goshi(first time writing ahaha)

— Scratches his head like you said something confusing, which it was. He does tease you back and asks what you want from him. Don’t know what you want, eh? He has something to offer… something good.

OnS Chapter 105 - Thoughts and analysis

Hello everyone it’s been such a long time since I’ve written an analysis and less to say, that it’s been centuries since I shared personal thoughts about a chapter itself hehe x//x

Anyways, I hope you dear readers have been alright, make sure to stay hydrated all the time!

Before I start with the analysis, some thoughts about the chapter:

If you wonder what I think about the latest chapter, I think it was such a nice change of pace; while it’s interesting to know how things develop around the MC of the story; the story needs to explain the lore and how it ended up affecting the MC; which is why, I consider the latest chapter has been really interesting, it touched elements of the past in relation to Rigr and Urd specially since those two are shrouded in mystery.

Nevertheless, this chapter really displayed the emotions Rigr and Urd held after the First Progenitor took his leave, they were in a quite interesting place, one which is well known for being the place where Vlad the Impaler existed, but nevertheless, the dynamic those two had, how the future and the past were crashing against each other, the crash of ideals...well, that’s something I’ll talk later in a theory...

Now, starting with the analysis:

P.S: Analysis are held within a neutral view and ships are excluded

Part I - Rigr and Urd

First of all, the chapter at first sight seems like a 180° shift it took; one of the most funny things to see to certain degree is the fact that Rigr Stafford was pretty much comfortable despite the situation he was...(I must say that the very fact his leggies are back again in order only lead me to think he’s secretly inspired by Deadpool...ok no, I’m terrible with jokes :p btw this thought was thanks to @black-sapphire57​  since they were nice to share an artwork from an artist that got inspired by Deadpool 2)“...

 Despite being binded to a seat along a spell, which, to my surprise, spells were something more common for humans instead of vampires:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 105

This of course will be touched in a theory later on, but nevertheless, just like Rigr stated, it was a surprise that vampires could make something like that, what do I mean?

Just like the chapter itself displayed, there’s something to take into a big step of lore and development when it comes to one of the characters of the story, such character being Urd Geales of course, what do I mean?

The chapter itself touched a sensitive topic and that is the emotions the vampires had despite seeing their sire leave them behind, it is even revealed that after Shikama left them, the remaining Progenitors took their paths, thus leaving Urd and Rigr alone, and before I start with the depthness of Urd and Rigr, I’d like to quote a character from Boogiepop Phantom:

“The waking dream called the world is constantly changing” -Kirima Seiichi

Urd is a character that feels comfortable when things are static, he’s the type of character that seeks peace, even if peace focuses on staying in a single point, on something that gives him a sense of security which is very visible on this scene:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 105

Urd was willing to take the responsibility of the vampire society he and Rigr at one time seeked; he didn’t want Rigr to leave because having him by his side gave him reasurance of walking a path that was built by two, the very fact that Rigr decided to leave the Vampire Council was something that shattered those selfless dreams he once had after losing his humanity.

But then, why did I bring up the quote?

The issue is, that despite vampires being inmortals, time never forgives, they might be creatures that will never age, creatures that will remain the same in terms of apperance but there’s something most of them forget to certain extend and that is heavily displayed within this chapter along old chapters such as chapter 68; they’ve remained the same, but the world keeps changing. The world moves on,time keeps flowing despite their inmortality.

And that’s something Rigr acknowledged after being with Urd for a determinated amount of time after the First left them.

He was aware that the dream they once had would never become a reality, and thus, instead of remaining within one place, he wanted answers, he wanted to understand why they were left alone, why they were discarted and thus, he decided to take the first step of leaving.

Part II - The Third Progenitors

Another intriguing aspect of the chapter was the revealing of the ranks Byakkomaru, Raimeiki, Noya, Asuramaru, Kiseki-O and Gekkouin had once when they were vampires.

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 105

A theory I made about them as to why they were chosen as apostles which could be considered as a possibility might be due to the fact that they were turned by Yu’s blood back in those times when the First was creating vampires; which of course it’s just a possibility unless the manga confirms it.

Nevertheless, it is surprising to say that the very fact they were displayed as Apostles has something to do with theological stuff, but nevertheless that, just like Rigr stated, there’s a reason why Krul and Lest weren’t chosen, such thing will be further explained in a theory as well.

But within this revelation, there’s something to be noticed, what could it be?

Correct. The awakening of existance and self acknowledgment. What does this exactly mean?

If many might recall, the remaining Progenitors that were never chosen, they decided to abide by the Vampire Rules; they didn’t seek nor tried to search for their Sire Sika Madu after he left them; of course, such exception could be applied to Krul after she found the first clues after a millenia.

But the curiosity, the awakening of consciousness and existance is something that was actually very visible within Lest Karr:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 105

Rigr is a rebel alone, it could be said to certain extend he’s playing the role of the anti hero, he doesn’t mind using whichever methods are required if it means to take down the First Progenitor, to show him that with pride, arrogance comes, and eventually, everything crumbles.

But returning with Lest and Rigr’s interactions; Rigr tried to make Lest feel interested, but why? why was there such even a consideration of such thought?

Indeed, that’s because vampires stopped pursuiting a dream, a goal, a reason to live; they lacked the concept of the soul in a way on which they were simply walking corpses without a mind, only binding themselves to a forgotten dream.

Part III - Success of the awakening of consciousness

Within this small point, there’s something that Rigr managed to fulfill, and that’s actually something that could be stated as a nice strategy point which was to actually bait Ky Luc into the conversation with Lest Karr; despite the undenying loyalty Ky Luc has towards Urd Geales as being the Progenitor that took vampires within a world of order, it cannot be denied that Ky Luc has displayed interest and curiosity towards the actions of the First Progenitor along the reasons why they were told to not touch the forbidden, to not reach and break the taboos stated by the vampires, which is heavily seen within the latest chapter:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 105

Ky Luc’s demaor can be often related to Ferid in terms of spontaniety and madness to certain degree, but knowing that Ky’s past is shrouded in mystery is one of the key points on which the comparison between Ferid and him differ a lot in terms of what made them being selected to become vampires.

But nevertheless, something Rigr seemed to try was to make those two interested in the boundaries that they do not dare to step on, to know why exactly he’s fighting and why they should question themselves as to why they keep following up the old vampire rules of the Vampire Council despite them giving the first step of taking action after so many years.

To conclude this analysis, it can be said that the chapter not only focused on giving a bit of taste of the past but also, a part of development within the progenitors; despite them having dead dreams from a distant past, perhaps Rigr is aiming to make something just like the Age of Enlightenment did to humanity itself once.

What do you think dear readers?

Let me know!

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(nsfw) AAA idk the rules here so im sorry if this seems immature to send in this random ask. Could we get Urd Geales from ons Giving oral sex to a female so headcannons?

pairing: urd geales x fem! s/o

warning/s: nsfw, oral sex, fingering

a/n: omg this is my first nsfw hcs, bear with me because i suck at this but heyy i have always wanted to try writing stuff like this *squeals*

Urd is gentleman yet he can be a freak in the sheets.

I headcanon that Urd just knows the very basic things about sex since he is “ancient”.

But hey, overall, he’s pretty good at sex.

Anyways, I believe that Urd usually just goes for fucking his s/o with his cock or his fingers and not his mouth, it’s usually because of his schedule.

But on days that he thinks s/o is being a good girl and he is feeling generous, he will eat her out.

S/o was laying in their shared bed, legs spread wide open as Urd blew air onto her cunt.

He would probably start off with kissing his s/o's thighs, like the inside. He would start low, probably just above the knees and kiss his way upwards and inner and stop near the area of her private.

He would let his fangs graze upon her inner thighs, as he left soft kisses.

Once he is finished kissing her thighs, he would then move onto blowing small amounts of air onto s/o’s clit.

He’d move one of his hands onto his s/o’s hip, gently holding her in place as he lightly kisses her labia.

Letting his tongue run over her labia as his fingers move onto her clit, slowly rubbing it.

He'd probably start off by giving slow and gentle licks before moving his tongue inward as he continues rubbing her clit.

He'd eventually move a finger down and run it over her folds, teasingly slipping it in a little before pulling away.

He'd continue the gentle licks for a few minutes before actually sucking her folds.

He'd probably use his tongue midway while sucking, like his tongue would slip past s/o's folds.

Urd would definitely finger his s/o while giving oral.

Like, after a few minutes and s/o's first orgasm, he would slip his finger in, gently pumping it in and out before inserting a second one.

He'd suck on s/o's folds, his tongue pushing in deeper along with his fingers that were pumping in and out while his other fingers rub s/o's clit.

Best believe s/o will cum over and over again from the feeling she's getting.

S/o would probably feel urd's fang against herself and not in the painful way but a sexy and pleasurable way.

That said, she's already cumming for the second time but of course urd won't stop until s/o is on her third or fourth ;)

a/n: pls this was bad, i never wrote nsfw like i just read but i never tried writing so hmu in my dms if you have any tips aha and hope this was okay pls i sucked but i tried *runs away and hides*

ons x fe: fates crossover

japan/ons world as nohr and hoshido - the vamps are nohr, the jida is hoshido, and the possessed/demons are valla - shinoa takes to hoshido (birthright), and mika takes to nohr (conquest), hoshido (birthright) or goes alone (revelations) so he is overpowered okay because i like mikayuu also bc technically this is what happens canonically in the anime-manga soooo Mikaela Shindo-Tepes-Hyakuya or whatever/Shinoa Hiiragi (technically, their last names would be Bathory, but last names don't exist in fe so ha i freaking beat the system) as M!Corrin and F!Corrin respectively - yes they can still shapeshift into a dragon - yes they can still use swords/whatever they use - yes they still start out as a nohrian/nohrian noble - no they are not the same as each other - since corrin is a flexible character and ultimately shows no individual personality whatsoever, corrin in whatever gender will be modified to shinoa and mika's personalities - mika can use swords, lances, and axes - shinoa can use swords, lances, and tomes - in their upgraded forms that is; before they use a master seal, they can only use their dragon stone and sword - mika can only be paired with yuu (nyehehehehe it's cause i'm the creator suckeR) but shinoa can be paired with either mitsuba or yuu (because mitsushin is goals hell yeah) yuu as azura - manlier (than azura, but still pretty feminine - more feminine that in the anime/manga) - still sings (ie azura sings on the battlefield to give the units one more turn) - is paired with shinoa/mika (f!corrin vs m!corrin) - child isn't specified? - ^might have to include @califlair 's (tumblr) michirou, aka mikayuu love child - idk what shinoa's child would be, but p michirou still (even though he's mika's lmao) - ^maybe just redesign a child for yuunoa - dunno if i should even have a child for mikayuu - ^think abt it - yuu is a mix of azura/shigure - usually uses a naginata more than anything else, but could use katanas (or even the Nohrian lances) - has tried tomes before, and REALLY REALLY hates them - still as ditsy as his anime/manga counterpart, but smarter and more serious - ^actually pretty bad at conveying emotion, like canon azura - when he sings, his eyes turn blue(?) - he knows abt valla - although he's (sorta) bad at maneuvering in it when he first got there (ie after guren as arete got married, he moved to Nohr to marry the king (Ferid ew) and miraculously had yuu because vallans(?) are magical and the women and men can have children - his color scheme matches azura's, although has some shigure elements in it -  A++ at singing and dancing, although he takes up the title 'songstress'(? what is the male version omg) - ^ if paired with either shinoa or mika, he will teach them to dance the vampires (led by Ferid Bathory) as Nohr - the vamps hire mercenaries and then turn them into vampires - they are, as the canon nohr is, cold, dark, and overall oppressive - Ferid's history with Valla is the same as king Garon's in game - ^ie he marries the ons arete, aka guren, and has our favorite yuu-chan - he kills kureto/krul(?)/whoever will be in place of hoshido (ie jida, so maybe not krul...oH SHINYA YEAHHHH) and takes mika or shinoa and drags he or she off to Nohr - mika is okay with ferid but thinks he's annoying, and shinoa outright loves/hates him - crowley is xander, krul is camilla, urd geales is leo, and lest karr is elise - jakob is lucal whesker, felicia is lacus and flora is renee - the nohrians have few retainers: saito (krul), ky luc (urd), gabel parthe (lest), fuola honte (ferid - as iago), noin teta (krul) (, chess belle, horn skuld (1 retainer per person besides crowley and krul - including ferid) - as well as in game, ferid has absolute no trust in you but usually follows his own advice instead of fuola's and thinks of his advisor as a nuisance - the retainers are modified according to their characters in game (ie not much is known about noin, so i can modify her all i want besides the fact that she hates the jida; ie chess and horn are romantically attracted to crowley, so that will stay) - ferid, ulike garon. is not possessed in any way but is just how is, ie evil, sarcastic, sadistic, and petty as well as a perv (lol) - unlike how garon is,he actually really loved guren (and also unlike the game guren didn't like him back - he deSPISED him) -  ^ the way ferid is in the present happened because of guren's 'death' (more in the valla section) - crowley is like super bloodthirsty after shinoa/mika chooses hoshido sooooo yeah - lest literally tries to stop crowley in his own weird lest way but, like elise when she tries to persuade xander, is killed in a kamikaze mission, although he doesn't necessarily jump in front of mika/shinoa like elise does to corrin - by the time shinoa/mika reaches ferid, he's literally just bawling his eyes out (since apparently he has time to do that during war) and fuola is not present; ferid cries over a picture of guren (who had previously been thought dead before mika/shinoa went to hoshido but was then found out (lol) and bc of that ferid just hates the hoshidans more so tht does literally nothing but make him a depressed idiot (he's pretty difficult to save though even while depressed so)  the JIDA (led by Shinya Hiiragi) as Hoshido - woO MAMA SHINYA ISN'T SO MAMA ANYMORE - ^ jk he still kinda is, but not as much as the fandom makes him out to be and he def not as motherly as mikoto - he's more fatherly lmao - he is in a relationship with guren atm (ur like 'woah he's alive??? wut') - the jida are still in fact called hoshido lmao - they aren't as sunny as the hoshidans because of mahiru... who is currently gonna be anankos for now thanks - Shinya knows where, what, and how to get to valla via guren, because they are a happy couple - please let them be happy - psyche THAT IS NOT GONNA HAPPEN - ANYWAY... as shinya finds mika/shinoa/omg wth, he is noT- I SAY, NOT- KILLED but is saved by guren, who is present at the moment - and this is where the feels train starts - guren, sadly, dies, yes, dies, like, the dying that means your life blood is sucked out of your veins and slowly drains you of your soul, body, and mind because yoU ARE DYING GOD JFC - anyway, about that- shinya gets super pissed lol like absolutely agent cheeto 2017 election pissed (@guren lol)  but doesn't kick mika/shinoa's butte since he knows it's not his/her fault (kinda like ryouma in game) - as guren starts to die, shinya just takes him back to the castle to a 'special room' – no it's not for the x rated stuff it is a practical vallan regeneration chamber - jesus you have a dirty mind - anyway, of course shinya's (adopted) kids start to hate shinoa/mika cause they're like 'omg you just killed my mom' since they aren't let in on the vallan secret >>>>>>:00000 - sayuri is ryouma, narumi is hinoka, kimizuki is taKUMI YEAHHH, yoichi is sakura because heck yeah – ps there will be yuuyoi/yoiyuu interaction - the retainers (they have so many more than nohr lmao) are: norito goshi (yoichi), mito jujo (sayuri), aoi sangu (guren+shinya's advisor), shigure yukimi (sayuri), aiko aihara (kimizuki), shusaku iwasaki (narumi), and mitsuba sangu (who was technically hired to be shinoa/mika's retainer as a child, but since corrin in game was taken away, she became a strategist and the back-and-forth retainer of kimizuki and yoichi, the bros who usually work in a team (when mika/shinoa come back, she's overjoyed and doesn't mind the nohrian attack on guren) (:0000 jk it's cause she obv remembers mika/shinoa and wants to be his/her retainer ) - the retainers know about guren's 'ability' and were appointed to their retainer to reveal the ability to the noble children (sometime in the very very very very very far future) - kimizuki, like takumi in conquest, does indeed do become possessed by a vallan 9APPARENTLY ITS 'VALLITE') (ie a demon) but only for a short while when he is fighting against mika/shinoa with yoichi in like chapter 28 or something lol - hoWEVER HE DOESN'T DIE LIKE TAKUMI DID OKAY he just like gets calmed by yoichi because unlike takumi, who was fighting solo, kimizuki is with yoichi/sakura so is calmed and coaxed out of pairing with the vallite demon and jUMPING OFF A FREAKING CLIFF Demons/People able to harbor Demons as Valla - okay, this is probably the most complicated out of all of them - Guren, Yuu, AND Shinya are from Valla (as well as the actual demons like kiseki-o and asuramaru and mahiru... sort of) - Kiseki-o and Asura are buddies in Valla (Asura is like.... the hoshidan lilith because of yuu and kiseki-o is the nohrian one; yes i know lilith is not a vallite shut up) – kiseki-o is an evil son of a biatch and is the one who possesses kimizuki/takumi under ferid's request – despite this asura is still chill with him bc they're of the same kind so - Guren is the queen... king of valla and yuu is the princess lmaooooo - contrary to the game, i'm being a rebel and having azura and corrin not be cousins (ie hence why shinya and guren are a couple and not siblings because i don't support incest) - also, i'm also thinkig that guren had yuu before he remarried to ferid, and ferid trying to try his best to impress the son and ultimately failing, only to be happy because oh yuu felt bad and tried his hardest to like ferid - eventually he hated him because he thought that ferid had killed guren after his disappearance, and marched on out to the hoshidan/nohr borders at the bottomless canyon to jump back to valla only to be captured by the hoshians he despised (then found out they weren't so bad) and found his mom again - he still hated ferid – suCK IT FERID - okay, so since vallites are the demons in ons, they can regenerate - slowly but surely (takes like a couple of years, unless ur a nobLE) - after the process of regenerating, their timeline is reset so that they look young, but they age and die just like a regular person would (only they would just look young while dying so) – if that's too hard to grasp, here's an easier summary of it: when a vallite dies at a certain age, they will be able to regenerate if his/her body is preserved well enough. once they regenerate, they will look the same as when they died but will also resume the appropriate amount of years that passed when they were dead – so basically they look young but are actually old - and, again, unlike the game, i am having shinya be vallite, only he is a mixed blood vallite (ie half human half vallite) so his regeneration periods trigger less often than a full vallite would - so he looks older than guren but they're the same age lol (which is probably like 30-40 or something, not around 20 like in ons) - guren's regeneration period takes less time since he is a noble of valla, so it would only take him like 2/4 to 3/4 of a year to regenerate - shinya and guren decided not to tell the royal hoshidan children that they were vallite because that would just blur the lines between what is hoshidan and what is vallite - mahiru ties into this because i will have anankos, yes the evil eye dragon thing, be vallite - my history between mahiru and guren confusing bc wow, shinya is also a dragon but can't activaye his powers because mahiru's the one that got the whole dragon blood blah blah, it took her over and she ended up lethally wounding guren, destroying valla (pretty much), and ultimately ruining her relationship with yuu - the hiiragis and the itchynoses had a long history of continuously switching between love and hate, and in guren's gen, he was mahiru's fiancee and had yuu with her, so yeah yuu's also part dragon like azura is in game – good job memu aka me, myself and i for staying somewhat close to the actual fe: fates storyline - anywhoo, as you know, the bottomless canyon (the first actual battle in fe: fates) is a gateway from valla to the real world so ofc guren went that way when he escaped valla (because the way from like bodies of water was blocked off since mahiru literally destroyed everything) so he had to take that way - he tried to take shinya with him, but shinya insisted it would be important for the noble queen (lol) to go escape to safety first, so, after much persuading, guren went without shinya - then he was captured by nohrians after literally not knowing where he was (since he didn't know about the bottomless canyon and just escaped using instinct) and was taken to ferid, who freaking experienced love at first sight – ferid u bich u don't deserve true love - guren didn't feel the same way but thought he was a nice guy so he married the dude – what a freaking nice guy amirite - going back to shinya, there was one lake in the middle of valla (there really isn't one ingame so) and he escaped using that, since it was a portal that all travelers going to valla went through without passing in through the gates (sincethere was a border gate with guards there) and it led to a lake that was around the perimeter of hoshido, which had tenri hiiragi and kureto hiiragi as king and prince in line (this is the time when ferid is like a teen and hoshido and nohr don't hate each other yet) and shinya was put in place as next prince (since hoshidan was first started by vallites ie the hiiragi line, who was more idealistic and hated the fact that valla was a 'dreamlike' place that you could never talk about (since the rainbow sage (aka a really powerful sorcerer who was literally on no side but did what he thought was right) placed a curse on valla) and preferred the real world to valla – short version of what the hell i just said: the true hoshidans were vallites that hated valla and wanted a more realistic place to live that you could actually talk about without dying - shinya missed guren as kureto died early after tenri's rule and he was placed the king and was appalled to see the guy he missed with disgusting lovesickness in the middle show up after a couple years (ie like two decades yeesh) and at this time, ( i lied guren didn't disappear he was done without consent then was 'killed' by nohrian soldiers (and then regenerated since they didn't really kil him but just made him unconcious) and decided to leave nohr - he thought yuu was happy in nohr (he was - he didn't even mind the cold, dark space until he went to hoshido) so guren left him there - shinya then made preparations for guren after he arrived and after like two years they married (and not just to carry on the hiiragi-ichinose name that was planned) and they adopted children (since vallites can only have one child) - vallite men and women can reproduce - it's kinda like omegaverse, a/b/o, but without the ranks - really only the royals, nobles, and a select few people of the male gender can reproduce  - it goes like that for women that can give the men the reproduction system too okay, so now that i've come up with the basic stuff i can get on to the more relationship-building unnecessary things lol support conversations of course, just like what is customary of the fire emblem series, support conversations would probably be present in this crossover the support conversations would have the standard format: C, B, A, S or A+ *A+ os for very good friends - it acts like an S support without actually binding the two people in marriage the supports would go something like this: Mika; in revelations (himself), birthright (hoshido), or conquest (nohr): Yuu (C,B,A, and S), Mitsuba (C,B,A,A+), Lacus (C,B,A,A+), and Renee (C,B,A) are the mains bc they will go with any path (since mitsuba, as mika/shinoa's retainer will be required to follow him/her) in conquest: Ferid (C,B,A), Crowley (C,B,A), Krul (C,B,A,A+), Urd (C,B,A), Lest (C,B,A), Kiseki-O (C,B,A) and all of the nohrian retainers in hoshido: Shinya (C,B,A), Guren (C,B,A), Sayuri (C,B,A), Narumi (C,B,A), Kimizuki (C,B,A,A+), Yoichi (C,B,A,A+), Asuramaru (C,B,A) and all of the hoshidan retainers Shinoa; prettt much whatever mika's supports are for revelations/hoshido and hoshido except her convos with Mitsuba are C,B,A,S Yuu; in revelations/conquest/birthright: Mika (C,B,A,S), Shinoa (C,B,A,S), Guren (C,B,A,A+), Shinya (C,B,A,A+), Asuramaru (C,B,A,S) bc yes yuu can marry his demon lol, Kiseki-O (C,B,A), Sayuri (C,B,A), Narumi (C,B,A,A+), Kimizuki (C,B,A,S), Yoichi (C,B,A,S), Mitsuba (C,B,A,A+), Ferid (C,B,A,S) for those feriyuu shippers lmao, and the nohrian/hoshidan retainers for conquest/birthright respectively Guren; Shinya (C,B,A,S) because technically their supports should already be filled out since they're married but they're not bc fe is odd, Yuu, Mika/Shinoa, Mitsuba (C,B,A), Sayuri (C,B,A), Narumi (C,B,A), Kimizuki (C,B,A), Yoichi (C,B,A), Ferid (C,B,A,A+) for those who really ship guren and ferid you arE WELCOME, Asuramaru (C,B,A), Kiseki-O (C,B,A) and the nohrian retainers Shinya; p much the same as Guren's without any Ferid Ferid; Guren, Yuu, Mika, Krul (C,B,A,A+), Crowley (C,B,A,A+), Urd (C,B,A), Lest (C,B,A) and the nohrian retainers i really don't want to keep listing out the supports lol but i think it's pretty explanatory since the nohrians keep to the nohrian side and the hoshidans keep to the hoshidan side and there are some stragglers who go in between both of those and yeet for those who really like pairings, these are the main ones: mikayuu yuunoa feriguren shingure/gureshin mitsunoa kimiyuu yuuyoi/yoiyuu there's probably more but i'm too lazy to go back and read the whole entire thing from start to beginning again so yeah ^ if you have more headcanons for this then feel free to inbox me lol

Tagged by @kuroheishi, @elyon-kurae and @all-i-want-is-yuu

Name: Maria

Nickname: Ria, Tears, Uhh... And a lot of variants to those.

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Height: Around 170 cm, never sure of the exact measure.

Ethnicity: .... Danish..?

Favorite Fruit: Apple

Favorite Season: Springgg~!

Favorite book: The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice

Favorite Flower: I’m not that much into flowers. But I very much like cherry blossoms if that counts.

Favorite Scent: Horse lmao

Favorite Color: Petrol blue or light green.

Favorite animal: Hmm... I’m not sure. I adore both cats, horses, sheep, dogs, reptiles, birds, cows, alkjsfhdasd could continue forever. 

Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate: Hot Chocolate all the waayyy~!

Average sleep hours: Between 4 and 12, depending on my rythm and schedule.

Cat or Dog person: Can I say both ;-;

Favorite Fictional Character: Lestat, because he is a bitch. And pretty gay at the same time. Win-win.

Dream Trip: Japan, and gERMANY KJLDS

Blog Created: Eeh.. A year and few months ago.

Just going to combine those memes tbh

Tagged by @elyon-kurae and @bloodthirstylacus

Goal: Tag nine people you want to get to know better!

Relationship status: Single, unless you count my devotion to fictional characters. Then I’m very much in a relationship.

Favorite color: Petrol blue or light green.

Lipstick or Chap-stick: Ehh.. Lipstick if anything, but I honestly prefer not to wear any.

I listen to:

Pentatonix

Sam Tsui

Game soundtracks

And a huge mix of different music depending on mood, muse etc.

Last movie I watched: Eeehhhh... Does anime count? If so Attack on Titan, if not... Phantom of the Opera I think.

Top three TV shows:  1. Topgear  2. Castle 3. Supernatural

Top three characters:

1. Lestat de Lioncourt (Vampire Chronicles) 2. Chuuya Nakahara (Bongou Straydogs 3. Koujaku (DMMD)

For aesthetic stalking: Urd Gealesss <3

Top three ships: Not in any particular order: 1. Saiurd - Rigr Stafford/Saito x Urd Geales (Damn u Vero) 2. Maxwil - Maxwell x Wilson (Don’t starve) 3. Soukoku - Chuuya x Dazai (Bongou Straydogs) Can I add Gureshin as well, because I want to yell about that too.

Not tagging anyone, because I believe it’s been everywhere zzz

Tagged

Tagged By: @grandmasquerade

Goal: Tag nine people you want to get to know better!

Relationship status: Forever single lady ! 

Favorite color: Blue and its shades *3*.

Lipstick or Chap-stick: Neither. ‘u’

I listen to:

Pop

Classic

Rock

Metal

K-Pop

J-Pop

Last movie I watched: Harry Potter and The Chamber Of Secrets. **

Top three TV shows: [ Well, only anime, I’m not fond of TV shows or series ]

1. Owari No Seraph 2. Shingeki No Kyojin 3. Kuroko No Basuke

Top three characters: [ What ? Only three ? But I have a lot of babies ;_; ]

1. Urd Geales [ OnS ] 2. Ky Luc [ OnS ] 3. Crowley Eusford [ OnS ]

Top three ships [ I have a lot of too ;3; ]

1. AoMomo - Aomine x Momoi [ Kuroko No Basuke ]

2. MuraHimu - Murasakibara x Himuro [ Kuroko No Basuke ]

3. GureShin - Guren x Shinya [ Owari No Seraph ]

Tagging: @fankidstupadinator - @bloodthirstylacus - @atsushihimuro - and anyone who wants do it or wants do it again. o/ [ Sorry if you’ve already done this, but you’re not forced c:. ]

With a yandere s/o

── ୨୧：ky luc, urd geales, rígr stafford, shikama dōji x reader (separate)

୨୧﹑synopsis :: yandere s/o ideas let's gooo

୨୧﹑genre :: Idk tbh

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, repeated themes of obsession, yandere, unhealthy relationships, imagined relationships (rígr), it's implied shikama does a lot to them 💀, mostly proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 1.2k

I had this idea a while ago but I couldn't be bothered until now (<- me from literally over a year ago)

I FISHED THIS OUTTA THE DARKEST CORNERS OF THE DRAFTS TO FEED Y'ALL I can't even believe I'm about to do this it literally had green dividers from my THIRD Tumblr theme 😭 I wanna post more ONS content again though so expect it here and there. requests are a VERY hard maybe

── ୨୧：ky luc

Ky is entirely unbothered by this little arrangement you've made, letting you do as you please around him and indulging you in some of your little gestures of affection, all in exchange for keeping him fed straight from the source. You can sense Ky is not fully invested in this relationship-- may not even see it in the same light that you do. How dare he act so casually toward you. You wanted him to be less formal, but Ky is always brushing you off as 'livestock' that he claims to somewhat fancy, though not for anything but the taste of your blood.

In truth, he finds you quite strange. He has warned you before that you better not dare be too bold and involve yourself too personally in his affairs publicly. He's quick to remind you how easy it would be to kill you, all done with a hand to your throat and the blade forming around his hand as he offers to fulfil that promise immediately. He's noticed how overeager you are, and he almost doesn't like it. Ky doesn't trust you on your own; he's put off by how strangely you act. He's tried to tell you a million times he does not and cannot love you, but each time, you go crawling back to him, begging him to continue your deal.

Ky has figured out he can use your own adoration and idolisation of him against you because you will keep falling for the things he says for now. He knows he can offer even shallow acts only vaguely reminiscent of lovers, and you'd do it in a heartbeat. You're somehow so stubborn yet so easy to control, and he takes advantage of that to the full extent, watching you run around like a headless chicken trying to please him. It's entertaining to know you still somehow think this is moving you up some kind of ladder closer to him accepting your love without a deal.

── ୨୧：urd geales

Urd has developed a growing tolerance for you ever since you first appeared and kept appearing in the places he was going you could access. You seemed too nervous to talk every time he approached, so he had to wait until you began your advances, and once they started, they didn't stop. He hated to admit that a part of him was strangely enamoured by the idea that maybe if he let your infatuation fester enough, you'd be the one person who would never leave, but he also knows you're extremely abusive at times.

You can't hurt him, nor could you dream of it, but it was saying too much that hurt him. You smothered him, babied him for a time and swore you'd hurt anyone who just so much as brushed against him too harshly for your tastes. It is uncontrollable, and Urd never knows if you'll go through with it. Urd tries to calm you down, but you've managed to convince yourself he's too nice, and this is how you'll 'protect' him from the world. You suffocate Urd so much that he doesn't know if you still think of him as an adult or as a child.

Urd requires your utmost attention, and there are many times he's considered ending your life so that you can't be a bother to the peace he's created, but he keeps getting drawn back. Urd knows if he leaves you to your devices and allows you to fuss over him, you'll be at ease, even if you seem to want to control him. If Urd lets you fuss, you stay put, and if you stay put, you won't leave to go anywhere. For a while, you'll remain with him, and he can subject himself to the headache for the reward.

── ୨୧：rígr stafford

This relationship you have with him always seems to go unnoticed. He ignores you all the time, he's never around, and he never pays even a hint of attention to you. You're glad to find yourself locked up because, for the first time in a while, he looks back at you with all of his attention. It's just like how you imagined it to be intense and with a strange interest that perhaps doesn't belong.

You're so glad he's finally started paying attention to you. This is much better than when you borrow his things and imagine him, the way he'd scold you for it, the disappointment you would think was visible on his face.

"I took more than just that." You confess just as he opens his mouth to speak and don't even allow him a chance to ask what you are doing. You keep idolising this man; you likely always will, adoring him and holding him on the pedestal he deserves. He can only shake his laugh at you and say something about how this is inevitable. He does this on purpose. He runs a cult. Everybody starts somewhere.

You have to hold back losing it on him because he doesn't seem to understand you are long past the isolation period of thinking him a God. You used to believe that, but not anymore. You used to feel dirty every time you took up his time, like the greatest sin you've committed, and you still revel in it. You are the mortal who dragged him from his place, and you will never truly allow him to leave you behind if he should leave this world. You must keep leaving him gifts and perhaps borrowing his personal items right under his nose. Couples share everything, don't they?

── ୨୧：shikama dōji

You're such a mild inconvenience to his plans that he almost doesn't even notice after a while, letting you indulge yourself as you ignore every single boundary he sets out for you. The only reason he sits you down and scolds you is that you got too close to something he's not eager to share. You follow his word like law. Once he figures out there is nothing you wouldn't do for him, there is seldom a thing he won't do to you. You are his everything, and not in a good way; his plaything is a better description.

He finds your infatuation with him to be of enough interest as it is, but you also pose a very good catalyst for all of his other questions about humans as well. At his fingertips is someone who would do anything that he asks in order to please him. You had better be good and do whatever he wants, and you might be rewarded for it, and though he's quite selfish to do this only for him, he is very good at pleasing you for your troubles. He won't make any exception for you, not when he's prizing you above the rest, which he reminds you is not to be treated lightly. It isn't fair for only you to get happiness, is it?

If keeping you on a chain makes you behave, even if you begin to grow bored of your obsession with him (which he doubts you will), he's become far too interested in what made you this way. He wants to know how far he can push, how long it will take you to fall out of this 'love', how much he can taunt you and use you for his own sick amusement. Not for the same reasons as you, but your reasons certainly make it easier.

Can you please Do Urd geales x reader.Forced Marriage. Thank you💕

Forced marriage

FEATURES: urd geales

CW: forced marriage (obviously), minor mostly implied yandere vibes, urd is loving this you are not, he also has kinda masochist vibes???, urd is written to be somewhat controlling, more like just controlling

WC: 900

NOTES: y'all are feeding my dark content thoughts and ily for that but side note this lowkey got me thinking of urd being the one forced into this marriage but I'm at least half sure you were probably talking about reader being forced into it and so I oblige.

this actually somewhat reminded me of motimatcha's yandere hcs for urd so there's probably some subconscious inspiration from that

but I would be SO upset if you asked for the reverse I just WOULDN'T know how to LIVE it would be HORRIBLE /s (save me)

you don't think you will ever get used to this idea, knowing that, in a post-apocalyptic world, you would be forced to marry the one who waltzed in to clean up the mess and declared himself to be the new 'King'.

yes, you suppose there are worse places to be alive, at least you hope something like that, that perhaps this person is one of the 'better' choices, even knowing you never had a choice to begin with. It used to keep you up at night having to live in a state being constantly protected from yourself, knowing you're far too daring to just let him have his way. As such, he would never be allowing you to have yours either, though the phrasing is always far more flowery, spoken in a tone like your scolding Father when he thinks you're being immature.

he's doing it for your safety, he wonders if someone could hurt you, he thinks you need some kind of supervision, before you were too young to be out alone. It angered you before and never stopped angering you. Somebody is always watching.

you don't even quite remember how you got into this predicament, being too young to understand what was happening beyond the world ending and trying not to starve, dehydrate or die all while being afraid the monsters outside the city would attack you--arguably simpler times. You wish you never came to understand, remaining an innocent child without a clue as to why you were suddenly so protected, why people started drifting away from you, why you were plucked from your life on occasion to go and spend time around a man you barely knew.

he never did bother to explain either, you just managed to overhear. The world felt so much darker that day, even in the warm Spring sunshine with the flowers all in bloom around you. The world has always been duller since you realised you're to be used as a sacrifice for his satisfaction and whatever else he wants from you as a part of your 'agreement' to marry him, whether you had no say at all or the say came from the lips of a clueless child, you probably wouldn't know.

you will spend your days bitter and spiteful toward this man, acting to make his life a living hell, wear a sour face in public and put him through a half hour long argument about why you can't just do as he asks of you for once, bicker and deny him any public sign of affection until you force him to grip your arm so hard again you feel small as you always used to in his presence.

the bruises it causes don't leave for days, but that's only a benefit to you as you can show them off all you like outside and just let people interpret the appearance of fingers so clearly marked into your skin.

but you can't do those things yet, because as of now you quietly make life for him awful in other ways with your incessant fussiness and minor complaints that you constantly try to blow out of proportion just to get a rise out of him. Truly, he doesn't much care for what you want, always so self-centred, but he's already put so much effort into this endeavour of grooming you to be the perfect little lover who follows his every command, and though that has failed, letting you out would provide you with too much satisfaction for his liking.

you have grown to be someone he doesn't think he can stand, let alone desire in any way. He just can't let you go, and even in your many bouts of rage has he found himself finally breaking all of that down to get the obedient person he wants from you who can behave, but even when you go as far as to spit on his waistcoat in your next act of defiance he finds a sick pleasure in seeing you rebel each and every time, knowing he's going to win in the end anyway.

watching you is like a toddler throwing a tantrum each and every time without fail, but he can't recall a time he was mad so much as caught off guard. Humans are funny in the way they try to deny the things they don't like, and he will have you even if he has to drag you down the aisle himself, just to see the look on your face as every attempt to free yourself is met with the same wall it always has been.

he never did understand why you continued, but seeing your sweet face contorted to anger as being at the alter finally cements everything and you realise your own helplessness on the verge of tears is a drug. He knows you're not supposed to glare at the person you're marrying on your wedding day, but he revels in the sight of you being broken by just a kiss as you finally start bawling your eyes out without any control over your emotions. You can do nothing as he finger wipes collects the tears from your cheeks that soak into his gloves never to be seen again, almost as if erased if not for you spilling more in their absence aided by how condescending the smile on his face seems as he lowers his voice to 'comfort' you.

"Don't cry love, this is a happy day."

Urd as a yandere (remake)

── ୨୧：urd geales x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: many people have left urd over the years, all with the single common thread that he was unable to stop them whether through his weakness or simply circumstance, time, motive. why allow them the opportunity at all?

୨୧﹑genre :: angst

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, yandere, implied kidnapping, unlawful imprisonment, themes of abuse, suicide ideation, stockholm syndrome, descriptions of violence, implied dubcon, urd is in no universe all there, not proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 2.9k

aaa the trap of remastering my old posts. I rather liked the idea behind this one so I thought it would be the perfect candidate for a rewrite.

this entire thing is basically that one edited sound of mary on a cross like "you scare me" but you have been fed urd nation (*￣︶￣)

original

you think by now you would have memorised the sound of his footsteps, and for the most part you can tell when he's near. You always know. He has a very strict rule on this room, you've overheard it several times from the whispered just outside. He has forbidden all entry under any circumstances, and nobody dares stand against him.

you used to claw at the door, at the gap where the light of the hall cracks though, look around the room for any sign of something you could use to try to pry the door open by chipping away at the deadbolt. When that didn't appear to have any affect you turned to the keyhole, which didn't want to budge either. You're caught in what he views as an escape attempt, as the door handle clicks with the sound of the lock, and you scurry back just too little too late.

he yanks you harshly up from the floor by your arm, which feels like it's under so much pressure he'll break it—he's furious and you can tell. It's like taking a bullet to see someone you used to love so helplessly grow so utterly bitter, so hateful towards you. To throw you at the bed he keeps you confined in and has already stained red with your blood. You used to be built up by him, and now he begins the process of breaking you down. Every piece of your sanity is tested over and over and over again until you shy away in fear like a little child, only to be touched by the hand of the monster that keeps you.

while your sanity is being tested, you suspect that his is far gone. No sane person can pull you so gently back to thinking you are safe, whispering and shushing you until your heartbeat evens out as much as your adrenaline rush will allow, only to have the sound of your heartbeat replaced by a sickening crack as he breaks the metacarpal bone of one your fingers cleanly in half at the body.

you can't help how violently you flinch as he takes the hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing it gently, though not gently enough as you make a noise half like a cry but reminiscent of a scream. "You're only on your first strike, so the pain is all over now." the whisper of those words is far from reassuring.

the shaking of your whole body is uncontrollable, so racked with a feeling you can't even describe anymore that keeping your hand steady while he tends to your little broken bone so pathetic it will take several weeks to heal. You sit in his lap, he makes you. You have to let him hold your hand, and wrap your finger up securely where it will heal in due time. You can't help shifting uncomfortably, even when he makes a remark about how he's so glad you're letting him help.

it makes you feel so sick to your stomach you deny his attempts to feed you later that evening, turning your head away in an act of stark defiance. You won't allow him anymore gratitude out of his own disturbed actions.

you realise quickly why specifically he broke the finger he did—the ring finger on your dominant hand—all tracks would need to be performed in some way involving that finger even minimally. It hurts when you move it, it hurts when you eat because of the pressure applied to it even by a spoon, it hurts when you try to pick up your little instrument again and place it back where you found it, utterly defeated.

it hurts you to curl back into your ball, lost and falling apart, and you begin to wonder if escape is possible. How could you and your frail and ailing little body ever make it last a confrontation with a monster, able to hear your every move and know your very whereabouts with only his senses. You don't even know how you got to this point, rocking yourself to the tune of an old nursery rhyme you used to hear a lot wishing for your innocent back, the ignorance and bliss that you lost, the freedom—you are a little bird in a cage, a wolf sleeping just outside.

in order for you to be what he envisions you have to lose your vision of you, stripped of everything in your life that brought you joy in order to be the source of someone else's sick perversion of happiness.

you incur a second wrath is after a stint of good behaviour, a direct result of having no chance of getting away when one of your fingers is broken. Still, he rewards you with things he much consider privileges, allowing you to leave your room under his careful supervision for what started as a mere hour, but you have since managed to extend that time to something more like 'whenever he remembers to take you back'. He doesn't watch the clock.

you made the mistake of opening a window while he had stepped out of the room, feeling it was getting stuffy and you would like a small moment of nothing clean fresh air filling your lungs and refreshing your body after you had spent so long inside. He didn't snap so quickly, but the jolt of being yanked away from the barely open window you were making no attempt to get out of startled you to your core, another rush of adrenaline so strong it made your spine tingle.

you try, oh you try so desperately but you are still a little bird in the arms of your greatest predators. Thrashing doesn't help, and yet you thrash until he holds you so tightly against him you physically can't move anymore. "No, no! I didn't-- I wasn't trying to get out! I swear I just wanted fresh air! I was--" he only covers your mouth in response.

he sighs, something you can't quite read, but then he eases the grip he has on you. "Are you so unhappy with me you would kill yourself to escape?"

you realise in that very moment you would have to say things you can't even stand to think, things you never want to think. "No, no. No I'm very…" you hold back the grimace you want to show, "…happy." You touch a hand up to his face, stroking his cheek with his thumb in your singular act of a sick affection. For the first time, you manage to keep him from punishing you.

you think if you have to stare at one more wall or ceiling blank with nothing but wood panels or old wallpaper you'll start to lose your mind, and so you begin to make yourself comfortable by the window inch by inch until he allows it with a growing trust in you thanks to the routine you've come to figure out over the past days, a way to keep yourself safe.

wait patiently in the morning when he comes to see you before work. Then, beg to come with him while you hold onto whatever part of him is closest with your good hand, even if that would be his coat. He lets you go with him if he's not going out, and these days he's starting to ask you, and only brushes you off if you can't. When you show interest in spending time with him he doesn't punish you for the circumstances outside of your control.

if you can't get out, go back to sleep and wait until he returns. He'll usually be angry due to the pent up frustration he has a bad habit of building from keeping all his emotions in, even as the people around him become insufferable. He may come to your door, but it's not uncommon that he goes straight back to work. If he's at your door, talk to him gently like you always used to.

on good days, you can get out, so you follow behind him like an obedient dog until you get there. If you need to you've discovered he's quite easily distracted by a quick kiss on the cheek. All of these things of course awaken every ounce of disgust you have in you, something that still etches away at your sanity, still dwindling and dwindling. You haven't by any means come to term with the fact you're stuck here, and that there's no way to escape him even if you really were to squirm your way through the window and jump. A part of you wonders what he'd do though; is he so obsessed with you that he'd nurse you back to health? Or maybe he'd just turn you into a Vampire so you'd be tied to him for eternity. Suffice it to say you don't have much in the way of intentions of jumping out of the window, so you resign yourself to sit quietly and watch.

he doesn't bother you there, not unless he wants to see how your broken fingers are healing, counting one then two and then a third on your other hand, finally you see a fourth. Was that how many times you'd been held down? When you try to think back to it, only the memories of the first time come back to you, and yet you can see right in front of your face the four dark bruises across both of your hands to prove it did happen. It doesn't hurt as much to feel him place a kiss on one of your fingers, just as he had after the first time he broke one, as if trying in vain to nurse you back to health with perhaps what he viewed as a true love's kiss, a little fairytale fantasy plot that wouldn't be coming true to please him.

you let him believe it, that you don't care anymore how much he puts his hands all over you, that you're grateful for him taking small amounts of time from his day as he lets his affections grow bolder. You try not to let your discomfort show every time he oversteps. You just…kill every emotion that isn't shallow happiness, and it comes from a place of relief that even as you lay in his bed the most violated you've ever felt by his fangs, he's not hurting you physically.

you think you might break down any day now, cry and scream for human contact, for affection that doesn't make you taste bile in the back of your throat, for freedom and a chance to do something without having to ask your own captor for it like you're his doting lover. You shouldn't have thought about that while he was home, not where he would hear you on the one day you had decided you were going to deny his advances and say you were too tired from a restless night. To your surprise, his first instinct was to tuck you back into bed and kiss your forehead, not to lash out at you.

it couldn't have been more than an hour before you lost any semblance of composure you had carefully gathered and we're moulding yourself to embody, to become everything he wanted of you just to protect yourself. You're beginning to realise careful planning and emotional control can't shake your emotions completely, and you've bottled them so tightly inside they all come gushing out at once as you sob into your pillow in a singular moment of utter defeat, the beginning of your bitter end.

that was the first time you allowed him your body without too much of a fight, and the first time he wouldn't give in to your initial defiance as he coaxed you back to comfort and lulled you into a sense of overwhelming safety and protection.

a piece of you may have died in that room that day, never to return again.

you body is…bruised, but not broken. You begin to see the remnants of care in him, how gentle he was, the fact he's given you so much leniency for a kidnapper— you quickly shake it away to remind yourself to hate this man for everything he's done to you, the mental torment you have to go through in order to justify the things he does to you. You can barely bring yourself to get out of bed, even if you stopped fighting him and gave in you can't shake the feeling of guilt, like you were enjoying the fact that you just got to feel like you weren't being held captive for a little while. Somehow you got yourself into thinking about it like a fun and innocent tryst, something that embodied the way you used to be when you snuck around together and just laughed at all the things you did.

you used to be young and innocent, filled to the brim with all your ignorance and bliss to the way he thought of you, that he could've been fantasising the way you would be as his lover, and eventually all of the things he would do to you once he had you one way or the other. It's all gone, everything is gone. The people in your life and the rest of the world moved one without you, you have been stripped away of everything you ever held dear, then stripped of the very things that made your self. He has finally taken everything from you, and it was all replaced with nothing but him.

his lies, his habits, his schedule, his routine, his preferences, his wants and his needs and his fantasies are all burned into your brain like a scar you'll never be able to get rid of, only cover up and hide from the world, always knowing it's there. Everything you ever loved is disappearing day by day, and you can't remember or even imagine your life before, what it would be like to finally curl up in your own bed, relish in the smell of your own home and in the things that used to be yours, keepsakes and memories that belong to that house all covered in dust by now.

you will never feel loved by another human again, and even if you manage to escape him, you are far too broken to be loved. You can't picture a peaceful life in your mind where you're not constantly afraid, where you are finally experiencing love in its purest form, but the more you try to fantasise such a life the one you're living currently nestled itself in the back of your mind, and it makes you wonder the more you think about it—about love. What he's doing…could that be love in its purest form like you think you want? You think about the purest form of love, his attention is all on you, his claims of never being able to love another, a man you thought you respected reduced to a quivering pile of anxieties about you leaving him, so his unadulterated love makes him capture you. Being the object of affections you so desperately crave is exactly what you receive, gentle and loving, and only when you have acted to squander his love have you felt the wrath of it.

if you want a love so pure, you have someone devoting their everything to you right outside that door, because for as much as he has entangled you in his world, he is completely captured in yours…yes, this is the pure love you want in this world. The love of a man who fights even you just for one more chance to prove he can love you, the love of someone who chases and never stops. People always say you have to make some sacrifices in love, and compromise on things.

you take the pillow you had come to find comfort in, and after days you finally come out of hiding. The hallway you step into dark with only the faint light from under one of the doors to guide you to where you want to go, to the room you had become acquainted with a few times before. This room where he waits for you in the times he would've spent with you, sensing you needed space.

it's like a dream to hear the door open, and to look up to see you close the door behind you, pillow under your arm as you make your way over and place it down on the other side of the bed before you crawl in, snug under the comfort of his sheets. His whole house smells like him, but his bed unimaginably so, or perhaps that's just him on the other side of it as he rolls over to take you in his arms and let you find a comfortable spot. It feels surreal to be here like this, feeling the warmth of love just like you wanted, from the person you had denied it from due to your own stubborn conscience.

you feel a little silly, but hearing him whisper that he always knew you'd come back when you were ready before he kisses your forehead and wishes you pleasant dreams eases that feeling into comfort, and in the wake of your breakdown you feel safe again.

Hii I love you work!

I was wondering if I could request an angsty/sad scenario or something with Urd, Ky luc and Rigr?

Honestly I just wanna cry and I love your writing and these dude and i need smt to cry about💀💕

Some angst for you.

FEATURES: urd geales, ky luc, rígr stafford

CW: baby straight up dies beware, smug doctors, bad writing, reader is mildly a bitch to Lest in Rígr's

WC: 3.1k

NOTES: if I recall correctly I got a request like this a while ago but had no idea what to do with it, I have since made Neru (an unrelated character of mine who so happens to work really well in this context) so Rígr got spoiled because I had the opportunity to write about her (still x gn!reader but the storyline is hers), admittedly the other two are kinda meh but I'm not that comfortable with angst yet so I just need time

₊˚⊹꒷ urd geales

you thought it would work, you really did. A pleasant doctor of a time when doctoring didn't mean what it does now, something based purely on your curiosity and the way you reacted to things you were never meant to witness that made him like you. 

initially a rocky start, he'd be more than glad to never have you shove your fingers in his mouth again. The sentiment was endearing though, someone he viewed as fragile by design that took a morbid interest in him as something that worked in the world of the living only a few steps away from death. You once thought it would be something that would 'change the medical field as we know it' but you came to understand all too soon his great reluctance to do so. 

it was the second time he'd drank your blood, the first time he'd lost control to do it, something he doesn't enjoy about being around you while you work is the lingering stench of blood in the air that follows you. His intention has never been to hurt you, the little doctor who won't seem to leave him alone, and he won't deny good company. Of course you're the first to react, clicking your tongue and tutting over the fact he bite somewhere you can't treat by yourself easily. All the while his head is in your lap sputtering his apologies as how he doesn't know the why or how he lost composure, and even a hand on his head and a quiet reassurance doesn't help. 

you say he worries too much, he says he doesn't worry enough. Something about you lessens his self-restraint, and he hurts you again and again in fits of blind hunger, like his own body resists the notion of having a Human around at all, but you won't leave and be can't force you, so each time you and your bag of tools and supplies arrive at his side he tries to accept it and maintain his composure. 

he can't figure out why you smell so strongly of blood, devising it must be your previous wounds or your patient's. You're happy again for a time, and the urges and impulses to hurt you stop, giving you time to return to the happiness and leisure you once enjoyed. He feels comfortable in himself again, and he relaxes just enough to let you close, sleep in a spare bed just a room away and wake up in the morning all within an alarming distance of him in the name of helping the people of this town in their time of need.

you take your patients elsewhere, and head off at dawn every morning, watching as the townspeople slowly improve and the sickness that had hit it began to stave off as you in all of your wisdom and perhaps dumb luck were charming the people back to health with your goofy little jokes and remarks.

you stay with him, the little doctor who ran into him in rather dire circumstances, saw a Vampire right before your eyes and decided you absolutely must investigate it and the body. He was so caught off guard by just the thought that you were standing there in awe staring into his eyes like they were a set of precious ruby jewels that he didn't even think to react, and like a little stray he had fed a scrap of food you followed him home and made it abundantly clear you were not to be trifled with. Like a child you'd stick your fingers in his mouth without warning, and ignore his scoldings not to do that in the name of research as you had already decided you needed to know everything there was to know about this ‘rare condition’ of his.

"I'm heading off tomorrow, this town no longer needs me." your words hit him like a shockwave, even if they make sense. You're a travelling doctor, so you go places you feel need help and find refuge at an inn somewhere, it just so happened you were enjoying a free stay with him. "Urd?"

he blinks, then looks up, "Already? It's only been—"

"For me that's longer than I've stayed anywhere, a few weeks is a lot closer to my welcome and any more than that has me overstaying. It was pure luck that I came across a dire situation." you try to explain it to him in a way someone not a doctor could still grasp, that people start to treat your services like commodities and come to you for the slightest of colds that don't require your assistance. You're too free spirited and curious to be held down for too long.

but the thirst returns, and it claws at his throat more than ever before, now working the opposite way than he recalls as you were doing exactly what he seemed to be wanting. 

you're so helpless fast asleep, and you're right there, like presenting him with a glass of aged wine and expecting him not to drink it when it's the exact bottle he wants so badly, and something about you will never leave him.

"I know you're there." your voice startles him, but he calms himself quickly, "Did you miss me already?"

"…Thirsty." he answers, hesitating and questioning himself before ultimately walking closer. "It came back."

"Then do it. You can sit that close, can't you? Stop making a fuss out of every little thing." 

the more he drinks the more he knows he should stop, with you the little doctor squirming under him in what you called discomfort but never pain. The less you squirm the less you feel pain, the less you squirm the less conscious you are and he knows that much, but every impulse that tells him to stop before he kills you tells him to drink until your blood sweetens with the verge of death drawing closer and your body slowly shutting down. Your squirming turns to a limp compliance perhaps not of your own volition but of a sense that even if you were to fight you'd hurt yourself, or maybe you've just reached the stage Humans start to wish they die.

and so you do, right there in his arms, and your lifeless body refuses to respond to any of his attempts to preserve your life once the regret comes to slap him across the face.

₊˚⊹꒷ ky luc

"Will you read a story for me, Papa?" your little hand passes the book you want up to him, and he pats his lap for you.

the times of the first are gone, though he leaves behind the children he created, and the children he rebirthed. Not all of them were victims, and not all of them completely let go, though he was warned that he shouldn't do what he had thought was such a wonderful idea at the time.

everyone hates their ‘parent’ at some point. He should've listened to that warning at the time, even when he just wasn't ready to let go yet, and while his love for you is frozen in time with him, yours wavers with the effects of being well past the age of maturity and still stuck in the body of a seventeen-year-old. Urd says it's temporary and agrees to try to help you calm down from this fit of rage you've gone into and won't come out of, you think it's forever and act like you'll never love him again at times. You have every right to be holding the things you were against him, he deserves every word you speak to him.

he misses when you were small and precious, your greatest care was the loud banging outside or the tree that scratched at your bedroom window and gave you a fright until you worked up the nerve to go wake your Papa up for help from the monster under the bed. These days you haven't a glance to spare at him, and he knows why—you feel abandoned by him, you miss your Mother, you don't understand why it had to be turned and not one of your siblings, why he had to curse you this way.

he doesn't know what you get up to in the daytime, given that you can wander as far as you please and simply don't care to listen to him. He's heard from one of the younger Vampires you went ‘back home’, not to your real home but to the place where Shikama Dōji once brought you all, and you're getting awfully close to his motives and into his business. He knows even if he worried until his head fell off he could never hope to defy that kind of influence.

you wilfully ignore his every plea to come home and let him fix things, be a better Father, work things out and try to give you the freedom you keep wanting without the need to worry about where you are all the time, and again all he hears is that you went home.

what strikes him more than anything is a letter, not from you but from the very same person who said you were there, and he's told the real reason you never answer is because you never see the letters at Shikama's own request, claiming something about how you were irritated by it and it was causing your hatred to swell and burn. It was for the best that he did not speak to you, and if you felt he was respecting your choices that you might come around quicker.

very soon, you would be leaving to go elsewhere with him, though the letter didn't say where, just that you didn't share the details and didn't intend to.

your hatred for him is one thing, but to possibly never see you or even know where you are in the world is too much to handle, and he finally makes the trip to go see you for himself to beg you to stay. 

you're already gone by the time he gets there, even Urd tells him so.

"Papa? There's a scary noise in my room like a monster under my bed." he will always recall your sweet little voice, the ones that made him so reluctant to let you go at all, "Can you look for me?"

he didn't want you to stay forever, he only wanted for you to keep coming to him when you were scared, to never be afraid that you were alone in the world, and somehow he managed to leave you there under the impression you were alone, and he was refusing to listen to what you wanted until you room it into your own hands and did it anyway. 

though he never could leave you, his dear child, you can leave your Father easily.

₊˚⊹꒷ rígr stafford

a feeling of betrayal, and it's worse than it had been before, now faced with the betrayer who smiles at you so joyously as he always did before, but a new face stares back at you. 

"Have you been well, darling?"

you have been anything but well and you have to swallow the urge not to slap him for saying something so heartless when he knows the answer already. You'd give anything right about now to wipe that smile off his face and stitch his mouth shut so you never have to hear another word out of it, another lie or another word of painful truth. You'd give the world if he never spoke again, even after waiting so many years to hear his voice just one more time.

"Very." is all you can muster, and you both know that's a lie.

"We have plenty of time to catch up now, don't be shy, I want to know where you went." again it would be nice to slap him right about now, but the cage between him and you courtesy of Urd is keeping him safe and you at a distance to avoid feeling the effects it causes.

"You're very glad to be caged up right now." you know he would be, naturally, surrounded by people who watch him and fear his reputation without having met the man a day in their lives, currently watching you bicker at each other like an old married couple, "However will I get to you when entering it could be debilitating to me?"

"Would you?"

"In your dreams."

the scoff that follows says enough, knowing you wouldn't set foot in there even if you were paid to. He seems to ignore it, along with the rest of your attitude and sass as he has been the entire time, perhaps just glad to get you talking even when you would think the last thing he'd want was to talk it out. 

"I'm staying here out of respect for Urd’s work, I could get out."

"Stop deluding yourself. You're lucky to still be moving your mouth." you only want to know when he will be back, because as of now you're not having much fun being the babysitter.

when he does come back however, you will be long gone from this cage to relax and let your guard down somewhat, seeing as you have been forced to remain on high alert since arriving by one circumstance or another. You've dealt with enough of that to last a good generation more.

if Urd could hurry up, that would be nice, and maybe then you'd know peace as he'd have something else from the past to bother. His regard for you is that of feigned interest, like he doesn't mean nor care about the things he says, perhaps because they're not the things he wants to hear at all. The things he wants are far too personal to be spoken in a place of so many strangers.

"Don't talk to him." Lest is at your side, even knowing you won't want to take him seriously, "He's dangerous."

"I know," you say, "it's just a bit of light banter, he's playing too coy to ask a real question anyway."

he bites his tongue at what he wants to say as you wave him off with a dismissive hand, though you can hear he doesn't move, at least in some way sensing it’s not entirely out of irritation with him specifically. Your current mood is very dependent on a certain someone playing ball, which he is clearly starkly against doing as he has his fun scaring those who made stories out of him in the first place.

you think he must've been talking to Lest behind your back as Ky fills the growing silence, and in a sense you wonder if he's trying to ease your response. "You know I heard all of the legends about him, but I never even met him because I was turned in a different region, though I was curious." 

"Oh? You never told me this."

"All the legends I heard, they're all very old. You knew him before, is he really all that powerful?" you bide his curiosity knowing he's as curious as anyone else around you, at least in your mind, the only difference is he thinks he's impervious to harm from him, "He lost to Ferid of all Vampires. I mean seriously?"

even you could tell that was pathetic, or calculated, by Rígr, that is, you know him too well to actually think that he would lose without reason. Ky is young, he doesn't know him the way he used to be. "He is, but right now his actions seem more akin to a little child, throwing a temper tantrum and running away from home until his dear little brother dragged him back to explain himself. That is what your grand plan is, isn't it? To abandon the notion of progress to fixate on the past."

his smile can get your blood boiling, like he’s amusing with himself, a giggling little child. "Is Urd angry with me?"

"Does the grass still grow on a Wednesday?"

"You're starting to sound like our Father, you know?"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, for your sake."

"Maybe you should see where Lord Urd is!" as soon as you’re interrupted you can’t help sighing, though you know he’s right. You’re doing yourself no good standing here, and he’s only revelling in how angry he can make you, provoking you more. You heard from Urd himself he was enjoying doing it, but not knowing Ky makes it seem a lot more reasonable to assign him the job of babysitting him—he’d only get mad on Urd’s behalf, but wouldn’t act against his orders.

you find that even your word against Urd’s is useless, even when you argue with him he stands firm in his decision, falling to Rígr’s word and letting him free from the cage he had trapped him in. If only he wasn’t presenting some good ideas right about now you’d be digging a hole to bury him in, and you wouldn’t be letting him within the length of a ten foot pole of you let alone the arm’s reach he stands at.

"I don’t think I will ever forgive you." you manage to admit that much, "I cannot just move past the fact you left me for so long, not like Urd did."

he stops, and he clearly hesitates, "I know you won’t." he says, "I know you hold grudges too well for that."

"It’s an endearing trait."

"I know it is." he half chuckles to himself, though his arm drops back to his side and he makes a face something between disappointment and a solemn knowing look. A part of him knew even when he left that something about your relationship would never be the same, a distance between you he didn’t expect to take so long, but there was a choice he made between your safety and his own selfish desire to take you with him and run off somewhere you could plan your revenge.

it was a lot closer to being his revenge; you never did show an interest in the past. He truly was fixated, though part of that was on the things he would never do with you, and part of it became out of love, even knowing he was sabotaging everything. 

how was he supposed to be sure you were safe with the First roaming free? He could never rest thinking there might be a day you would both be caught up in his schemes again.

so he deemed it a necessary evil, and he left you where he thought you would be safe forever.

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nopeYuu is far too young and innocent to go anywhere near Urd. He would destroy every shred of innocence in that boy by just being around him. Aside from that, he’d probably kill him once he learned of him seraph-powers. That’s way too dangerous to have around.