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Could you write some domestic fluff with the ghouls please? I love your page btw!!!
[Thanks :) I love writing for the ghouls too! There’s not enough stuff for them]
Heather- She is head over heels for you, so anything that you want to do she is happy with. The thing is though is that she’s quick to do things for you or help you with something that sometimes you have to actively make her sit down. When you do get her to finally rest, usually it’s when she’s tired out. She’s more than happy to sleep during the day just so she can spend as much time with you as possible. Happily snuggles up to you even though you’re not the warmest person.
Mercurio- Fun fact, when you talk to Rosa at the beach, she tells you that he’s one of the only people that you can fully trust in the area. So, his place is absolutely a safe space for you. You ever feel like everyone’s out of get you or things are overwhelming he’s telling you to come over. Totally the type to threaten to beat up anyone that’s bothering you. “Just point me in a direction and give me a bat.” Most of the time he’s just kidding. Other times the only thing that’s keeping him from making good on his threats is that he wants to spend time with you. Also the type to worry over you eating. Not in a fearful way more so like, “Have you eaten tonight? Did you eat enough? I’m gonna run out and get you somethin’.”
Knox- Info-dumps are a big thing here. If he’s not telling you everything that he can about his night then he wants you to tell him about yours. There’s hardly anything that he doesn’t get excited to hear about. If it was something that you did then its totally awesome. More importantly though, he doesn’t feel the need to be so high-ocatain around you. While the whole ditzy thing is part of his personality he does play it up a bit more than it really is as sort of a decoy. He likes that he can just take a breath and calm down with you.
Vandal- He crashes at your place a lot. Turns out that he’s just been sleeping in the break room at the hospital when he could. There was nothing to keep him away from you or the chance to sleep in an actual bed once you offered. Once he shuffles his way into the apartment after a long night of working he’ll just flop onto the bed…whether or not you’re on it. He’ll be right next to you or on top of you while you both just lie there and watch tv. It’s not in a lovely sweet way like Heather though. Rather, he doesn’t have the energy to move so however he lands is where he’s going to stay. He will deny it, but he’s more likely to end up close to you than giving some space; it’s almost like he’s going it on purpose. Smacks you in his sleep sometimes, but that’s on accident as he’s reaching over to feel if you’re still there.
Paul- There’s not much to say about this one because he’s super dead. Bad luck buddy.
Patty- If you want to be that close to Patty, then heaven help you. If she’s not straight out telling everyone that you’re a vampire, then she’s insulting you in one way or another. Very much suggested to leave this one be.
Romero- He’s going to be happy to have someone to spend his nights with him in the graveyard. Not only because he was getting lonely from being by himself all the time, but also he has an extra set of hands for if the zombies get too rowdy. That being said, he will get annoyed if you get in the way on purpose, so be sure not to do so. Other than that, if there’s not much going on, then he’ll be glad to just sit with you on the couch and try to get reception on the old tv in his shack. It’s nice for him to have some down time and indulge in his more romantic side; he is a ghoul of a Toreador after all.
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Beckett, An Intimate Night Together
"Can you please do some Beckett/female reader smut? Please."
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"Have you found anything yet?" Beckett asked while searching the shelves for anything of interest. Your eyes scanned the book you held in your hands. It's leather bound pages were long worn and torn. Your body felt stiff from sitting on the hard floor for so long now.
"Mm, not really. Nothing too special in this one." Gently placing it back on the shelf, you sighed, picking up another beside it. You and Beckett had been traveling together and found an old library that had long been abandoned. It was in Scotland, hidden deep beneath an abandoned castle.
You were sure it must have been a lovely castle in it's better days. It was gigantic, gargoyles adorned the front doors and the peaks at the very top. It's towers seemed to stretch into the sky itself. You both felt it entirely possible that a vampire lived here at one point in time. Flipping through the last few pages of the second book, you placed it back where you found it.
"You know something Beckett?" You stretched out your legs and turned your attention to him.
"Quite a few somethings." He smirked. "Yes?" His voice always sounded a little seductive, without him even realizing it or trying.
"This would be a perfect place for us to stay together. It's beautiful, it just needs some work. And there's still a ton of knowledge to be found, I'm sure." He smirked at you. You always suggested things like this, but he would never give up on his search for Kindred knowledge.
"What, you think we will find another abandoned library hidden behind another bookshelf?" He teased.
"Well, it's entirely possible. This place is huge. We just have to take out all of these books and see which one makes a clicking sound." He smiled now, putting down his book and picking up another.
"What would be the odds of that happening again? I suppose it's always possible." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Nothing is impossible, Beckett. But.. can I ask you for a favor?"
"Of course, dear." Your stomach knotted when he said that. In a good way.
"Can we just.. stay here for a while? Please? We have all of eternity to look for these things. I want to spend time with you." His eyes met with yours. His emotions were incredibly hard to read. "Just a few nights. Please?" A sigh escaped his lips.
"Just gather some books to take with us, anything that looks interesting. We will find a room to stay in for the night." You could have squealed with excitement, he never agreed to spend time in one place or another unless it was daytime and you were both unable to leave. You stood up and dusted yourself off, walking over to him and giving him a small peck on the cheek.
"Thank you, Beckett." You gave him one more, before you scanned the room for anything interesting. You picked up a few that had strange symbols or languages, and you both set off to search for a decent room.
After an hour or two, you managed to find a room that didn't seem to be as disheveled as the rest of the castle. It had a large regal bed, an odd green color, covered with a canopy. The room had a fireplace and plenty of candles to use. You both set your books down near the fireplace.
"I think this will do." You pulled some matches from your pocket and lit some of the candles. You opened the curtains and pushed the window open. It creaked and groaned from the time it spent untouched, but still came open nonetheless. The full moon was out, and the cool breeze felt nice against your skin. You heard something creak behind you. Turning around, you realized Beckett had gotten a clean blanket from your bag and covered the dusty bed in it.
"Well, I'm glad you decided to bring one of these. I would hate to get you covered in dust." He laid down on the bed, resting his eyes. You wiggled your eyebrows to yourself.
"Are you saying you want to roll me all over this dusty old bed?" You smiled and crawled into bed beside of him. You snuggled up close to him. Even though he was cold to the touch, he made you feel so safe and secure.
"As a matter of fact, I might be saying just that." You perked up immediately, hearing his words. He wasn't often in the mood, but when he was, it was fantastic.
"Then please, indulge me." You loved it when he got like this. It was almost like a bestial side of him came forth when he wanted to make love. His lips enveloped yours in a cold kiss. Your tongue danced along the inside of his mouth, rubbing over his teeth. That was always your dead giveaway. You gazed into his eyes with passion. "I want your bite." He gave you his signature smirk again.
"Anything for you, dear." Although he drank from you often, when it was during sex, it was even more intense and pleasurable. His mouth trailed down your chin and traveled to your neck while he tore away at your clothing, pulling his own bottoms away.
"You always tear my clothes.." You said in a daze. He didn't respond. He merely kept his lips against your skin while he pumped his blood to his cock, bringing it back to life once more. He readied himself at your hole. Letting his teeth graze your neck, he picked out his favorite spot of yours to bite. When he reached the perfect target, he slowly worked his way inside of you, inch by inch. His teeth dug into your skin at the same time, giving you the most perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. He moaned aginst your skin, sucking the blood from your body while he began pumping into you.
"Beckett, oh.. fuck.." He pulled away from your neck, looking up at you with blood and lust ridden eyes. Your blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. Pulling himself upward, he presses his kips to yours, letting you taste yourself. He kept his eyes locked on yours, breathing against your skin.
"Now that I've started, I'm not going to stop." He reached down to bite you once more.
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#VTM#vampire the masquerade#VTMB#vampire the masquerade bloodlines#beckett#beckett x reader#smut#fanfic#scenario
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characters i write for!
I will write for just about EVERY Skyrim character, regardless of DLC. I‘m pretty rusty on my Oblivion lore and am new to Morrowind!
Some of the Gotham Rogues Gallery! The Joker, Oswald Cobblepot, The Riddler, Jonathan Crane, Bane..
I‘m pretty confident that I can write for the Mortal Kombat roster! I‘m better at writing romance with male-aligned characters
I will write for all of the horror movie slasher bachelors and bachelorettes, even if theres a character I haven‘t heard of! i have an affinity for Pinhead, however…
All of the Fallout New Vegas, Fo3, and Fo4 bachelors are open!
Beckett, LaCroix, Mercurio and Smiling Jack are the chosen few of the VtMB cast
The entire cast and crew of Dragon Age 2 and DA:I are open!
Creepypastas? All of them.
not currently writing for JJBA
#stitchposting#important#stitch writes#mortal kombat x reader#mk headcanons#gotham rogues#tes#elder scrolls#skyrim#oblivion#slasher x reader#slasher fandom#horror movies#fnv#fo3#fo4#fallout#vtmb#dragon age#dai#da2#creepypasta x reader
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You strike me as a fellow Nosferatu scholar so I have a question for you and your followers
I've been in and out of the VTMB fandom for a while now and I was wondering how much of an interest there would be for a female nosferatu centric fic set before the events of the game? I feel there isn't much incentive to write a story that nobody's gonna read so I'm trying to gauge the audience hehe
In general fic that’s OC centric will be less popular. If you have a romance angle added with a canon character people like they might be more inclined to check it out, but in general canon x canon (and something that’s held since early fandom days, MLM canon x canon) will always be the most popular.
But! Not being the most popular doesn’t mean no one will read it. I went into writing my VTMB fics fully resigned that they were so niche there’d be little interest in them as the VTMB fandom is the smallest one I’m in, and I ended up very pleasantly surprised! They’re still not as popular as, say, my Fallout fics but I had a group of dedicated readers who left feedback in the comments which is precious as gold. (ilu all) The fic I was sure NO ONE would care about is my oc x oc Skyrim fic but I’ve also been very pleasantly surprised there (and need to update that >>).
You won’t know until you try, but I fully understand not wanting to go through the effort and emotional investment if you’re not sure of the impact. Writing is the most time consuming of the creative arts (at least for me) and it can be hard to keep going if you don’t have readers you know are waiting for the next chapter. However, I also maintain writing is good for the soul and getting a story in your mind out there is satisfying as hell. Plus, you can go back and reread it later and have a fic entirely catered for you!
I don’t have the time I used to for fic reading, but back in the day I would absolutely be interested in a female nosferatu precanon fic. The World of Darkness is very cool to me and I love visiting the heads of its perhaps most downtrodden inhabitants.
Maybe write snippets and soft launch them on Tumblr first (as I did w my Skyrim stuff) if you want to gauge interest without going full ham on writing? Dip your toes in the water.
Followers feel free to help anon out with your thoughts and feedback!
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DATING YOUR NOSFERATU GIRLFRIEND WOULD INCLUDE:
-Completely meeting by chance after she stepped out shadows in response to a creepy individual trying to put their hands on you in a dark alley. Her presence was enough to have them screaming for the hills but you were completely entranced ……some may call this love at first sight.
-She immediately tried to scurry away until you called out for her to wait, you feeling comfortable enough to not only do that but to look at her, REALLY look at her and not with disgust but pure admiration seemed to keep her around long enough for introductions to appear. Your kind soul and beauty are what eased her anxiety and kept her sticking around for much more to come.
-As soon as you heard her gravely voice you knew you were done for.
-Your dates are often at night (for several reasons). She loves taking you to the city’s most secluded spots and let’s just say out of all your friends’ you always win when highlighting the strangest places you’ve been intimate.
-You quickly start to memorize the sewer system below the asphalt as they act as your girlfriend’s safe haven You’ll spend a lot of time in the sewers with your beloved; whether on dates, just hanging out or actually using them to get across the city quicker.
-When youre first intimate she’ll do everything in her power to make sure its pitch black but you reassure her that you find every part of her beautiful and that there’s no need to hide from you. She’s hesitant at first but trusts you enough to finally see all of her and that you do. You stop her from trying to touch you and instead pepper every inch of her flesh with kisses and follow up with a trait that makes you love her……..you almost miss the small tear that forms on her eye (though she tries to fight it back).
-Her creating a dedicated space for you in the abandoned lighthouse occupies. At first you didn’t understand what “project” was taking up weeks of her time until she brought you in a formerly empty room that now was fully furnished and completely modelled after your taste. It honestly made you tear up and she completely doubled down on claiming “an empty drawer in her room wouldn’t be enough”..
-You being able to see through the veil of her “tough street” attitude and knowing when she needs reassurance of you loving her. Eventually, she even becomes a tad comfortable with actually asking for it and you give it to her ten fold.
-You slowly becoming introduced to more kindred but even then she prefers to keep you separate from her world as much as possible. You wouldn’t be aware till much later but you find out she’s gone out of her way to make sure she has individuals she trusts to watch you from time to time, if say you unknowingly travel into an enemy clan territory. It takes her a lot of favours but it’s more than worth it for her.
-You playfully rubbing her pointed ears whenever she tries to come off as cool or badass and for her to immediately melt
-Her calling you a literal goddess only for you to quickly throw it back to her and there’s no hiding a blush with her skin
-her carving yours and her initials with a heart around it throughout random spots in the city she knows youll see
-She has an enormous sweet tooth and often carries around candy in her leather jacket. She always make sure to carry your favourite sweets.
-You both love going on evening thrift shopping trips and impromptu midnight convenient store/gas station food runs
-Her teaching you knife tricks and eventually getting you your own knife after she was sure you wouldn’t hurt yourself
-You storing her “blood supply” in specific medicinal containers in the fridge so none of your roommates accidentally try to open them.
-moments of intimacy con sometimes include blood and knife play and youre the one who suggests them.
-Her calling you “pretty girl” or “sunshine” as terms of endearment
-Her prominent fangs either tickle you or completely mark up your body.
-Her being extremely easy to please. You could bring her a pretty rock and she’d promise to “protect it with her life”
-You helping to patch her up whenever she has a rough run in with a rival clan member
-You love her forked tongue and boy does it love you back.
-You slowly help get her out of her shell and more comfortable with public places (properly covered and or disguised)
#hc#nosferatu#nosferatu clan#vtm#vtmb#vampire the masquerade#vampires#wlw#vampire x reader#god what I wouldn't do for a nosferatu wife#rpg#nosferatu girlfriend
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human!colt x vampire!reader breathe if you agree
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Jack, Protective Over You
Ahhhh these are all so good. I’d love to read something nsfw with Smiling JackXreader! Great job :)
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"Hell yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" Jack was ecstatic. He had been teaching you how to fight, just in case he was elsewhere and someone tried to come after you.
... Most people would know better than to mess with Smiling Jack's woman, but as Jack told you, "There's a lot of god damned idiots out there who don't know who they're dealing with."
You landed one hell of a punch on the punching bag, busting a hole in it. Stuffing fell out all over the floor.
"Good job, sweet cheeks. I'm proud of ya." He pulled you by your waist and gave you a kiss on the cheek. "Good thing Nines taught you how to throw your punches better."
"I'm glad he took the time to show me." You tried relaxing yourself by stretching, the adrenaline still going throughout your body.
It was actually kind of awesome being Jack's girlfriend. All the Anarchs protected you no matter what. Even if Jack wasn't with you, one of them would almost always accompany you if you went anywhere. Even so, they still taught you how to fight and defend yourself. Hand to hand, guns, you had even been taught a little bit with a sword. Not only that, but you also had your own little room at the Last Round they let you have. It was just a small room, a section in the upper level they had put a Japanese screen door up. It was next to the bathrooms but of course, it was mostly only you and a few ghouls using them. So it never bothered you. There was actually a strange charm to it all.
"You know, I have to say.." You rolled your neck around, trying to loosen your muscles, "Hand to hand is your favorite I know, a good old fashioned brawl. But I love using the sword. There's something graceful about it." He laughed, leaning against the wall.
"What isn't graceful about popping someone's eye out of its socket? It's beautiful, could bring tears to the eyes." You rolled your eyes at him. "I know, I know what you're saying. It just ain't my thing. You look damn good doing it though. That focus you have is something else to watch."
"Flatterer. You have such a way with words." You say, only slightly sarcastically.
"I can be pretty damn romantic when I want." He approached you, holding you in his rough grip and leaning you back, like you were dancing. You giggled.
"In your own way, yes you can. Never in front of anyone else though. Gotta keep up that image." He lifted you back up, picking up your whole body. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist.
"I can't just let people know about me having a soft side! Can you imagine the rumors?" He began walking, ending up pressing your back against a nearby wall. It made you gasp, the combination of the pressure and the coldness. "Besides, I'm not always soft and gentle when it comes to you. Am I?" He took your arms and gripped them hard, pushing them against the wall above your head with only a single hand. His other hand was trailing its way to your throat. He squeezed the sides of your neck ever so slightly. Slightly as a thrill, somewhat as a threat. "After watching you get all sweaty and seein' that adrenaline going, I kinda feel like being rough with you right now.."
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#vampire the masquerade#vtm#vampire the masquerade bloodlines#VTMB#smiling Jack x reader#smiling Jack#scenario#fanfic#implied smut
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Dating Sebastian LaCroix would include:
· A lot of expensive presents without specific occasions
· Accompanying him on social events
· Him loving to see you in your beautiful dresses
· Being proud when he notices the other members of the Camarilla commenting about how beautiful you look in said dresses
· Especially when Toreadors do
· Him knowing, that he will be the one who takes it off you at the end of the night
· Him not being jealous, because he knows you would never betray him
· Trusting you in general
· Him having so many enemies that it is refreshing for him, that there is finally someone who he can completely trust
· Letting his mask slip when you are alone
· Suddenly he isn’t the cold Ventrue prince anymore
· Him spoiling you
· Him being happy when he manages to surprise you
· A loooot of seduction and teasing
· Picking you up with his limousine
· Being just a little obsessed with you
· Worrying because he does have enemies and he doesn’t want them to do anything to you
· Telling the sheriff to have an eye on you
· You asking him about the time before his embrace
· No PDA whatsoever
· But still everyone knows
· Secret kisses in his office
· Whispered French nicknames
· You thinking how handsome he looks in his expensive tailored suits
· Brushing your hand through his hair, when you are alone
· Him taking you on expensive dates
· You reassuring him, that he does not need to do this to impress you
· He telling you that he is aware of that
· He just wants you to have a really great time
· You trying to put him out of his comfort zone from time to time
· Like taking him to concerts in shabby Los Angeles clubs
· He protesting at first
· “What if anyone sees me there? I am an important public figure!”
· First offering to join you, by sending a dominated human with you
· But then agreeing to accompany you, because you almost always manage to sway his mind
· He would never admit it, but he likes it, when you come up with plans like this
· For a short time, he can forget that he is the prince
· Although he protests at first, he is very thankful, that you force him out of his Ivory Tower from time to time
· Even if the music is dreadful
#sebastian lacroix#Prince Sebastian LaCroix#Sebastian LaCroix vtmb#vtmb#bloodlines#Vampire The Masquerade Bloodlines#vtm#vampire#ventrue#vampire the masquerade#imagines#sebastian Lacroix x reader#sebastian lacroix headcanon#headcanon#lacroix#vamily#bloodlines 2
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since you love vtmb and writing about vampire! Kylo, can we expect some vtmb stories?? I'm thirsty for some content that the imagines tag can't already provide😭😭 I'm literally dying for some vampire shenanigans with reader
Do you want some vampire!kylo with the vtmb stuff? I can do it
(for those of you playing along at home with no concept of what VTMB is...it’s just vampires with extra steps, and darker and sexier)
He tries to remember the nights before
The Sabbat are a cold hand that reaches out to grasp around his throat, but Kylo doesn’t have many options, these days. He’s an agile hunter - graceful as they come, and has no qualms about doing what needs to be done to further the cause
At least, that’s what he tells himself
Nights are spent on the hunt: searching for a warm body to drain of every drop of life he can. The kill is something pure that brings him closer to life than he’s felt in so long, and he swears for a brief few hours afterwards that he catches his own reflection in the grimy mirror of his haven
Red eyes - soulless. He barely knows what he looks like, these days, but he tries to keep up appearances regardless
His clan can’t be said to be warm or welcoming, even if there are those that regard his presence from time to time. Lasombra, they call themselves: all of them revelling in shadow and the hunt, even if they deny it
It’s not them he fears, though. Not them he truly fears
Flesh-crafters smile through pointed teeth, and Snoke’s eyes are wilting, now. Years of sculpting and changing to make a monstrous form have made him into something withered and cruel, and Kylo knows the price of losing this war with the Camarilla will see him sculpted, too
He knows what happens to the rejects
To the Sabbat’s most hated failures
It takes him to an old trainyard, one night in September. Pricks of some approaching presence, dark at the sides of his vision as he unsheaths his blade
His eyes adjust, and in the dim light: he sees her
Like the rapture of this world; she sprints with flowing skirts and a set brow. Sprints with no weapons, as her eyes glow with the brightest hues he can imagine. Light, all light: splintering, burning when he hisses to dodge--
He’s too fast for her. Too fast, as this beautiful immortal skids on the dirt behind him. But there’s a flick in her wrist as a gold bracelet chimes, and he tries, tries to grit his fangs and slice at her, tries to move back into shadow and dark...
But his very blood freezes in his veins
Ice cold; pumping in his skin as though he feels the very decay in his body. Kylo swears he hears a chorus, somewhere off out by the hills - swears he feels his veins tugging as she approaches, fangs dipping out from barely parted lips
“I’ve been lonely,” she hums, stroking at the curve of his jaw with a cool hand, “and you’ve been gone so many nights.”
Kylo’s eyes flutter
“You know what they’d do,” he says, and his lips tremble under the weight of her spell, “if I didn’t stay away.”
When she lets him go; he seizes her wrist in his hand. Fragile thing - the hands of a blood mage, all incense and magic and old, forgotten truths
“Something changed your mind.”
Kylo sighs, and his response is oh so quiet as he kisses at her knuckles
“Maybe I’ll always end up coming back to you, in the end.”
When she kisses him - it’s with the taste of blood on her lips, and the feeling of something buried far down from a life long before in his soul
She smiles slyly
“Promises, promises.”
#kylo ren#kylo ren x reader#vtmb#vampire the masquerade#star wars#lasombra!kylo x tremere!reader#THIS IS SELF INDULGENT#Anonymous#Mail
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Sebastian LaCroix x Reader pt. 2 Difficult Lessons
There was the sounds of footsteps approaching. When LaCroix looked up he saw his sheriff with someone that he could only assume was the childe from the night before; except for now they looked quite different because they were... well, they were clean. There was plenty that still needed to be done to make them even remotely fit the Camarilla visage, but this would do for now. The most important thing was to teach them about how they were to behave themselves in kindred society and why they had to do so. Being a learned man, LaCroix was convinced that he could do so in a week or so.
There was noway that he could have been anymore wrong.
After about forty-five minutes he had only managed to get this mule of a person past the very base of the very beginning of what being a kindred was. "So, we don't call ourselves vampires, but that's what we are. People aren't calling me a child, but rather a, "childe," with an E, which means that I'm a new vam- uh- kindred. And, we we can't let that humans know that we aren't human any more for some reason?" Based on the tone of their voice they still weren't sure about a single thing that they just said. With a heavy, exasperated sigh LaCroix stood and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had met many, many kindred form your clan or else he would have thought that maybe that would have something to do with how dense your skull seemed to be. "I have somewhere very important I have to be for the next hour." He groaned as he headed to the door. "By the time I return I expect you to have learned... at least something!" With that he stormed out of the room, the sheriff right behind him.
As soon as the prince( which the confused child learned was simply a title, and he wasn't in fact royalty) was out of earshot, they immediately mimicked his tone, "Learn at least something!" before snorting in anger. "Learn something, my ass! What am I even supposed to do with these old books by myself?" They dropped the one in their hands onto the large table with a slight bang and a cloud of dust. With a few coughs that waved their hand in front of their face to shoo away the offending dust. "Oh, he should just wait until I get the hang of this whole vampire thing! I'll build up his trust and then take him out to the middle of the ocean. And, when he least expects it... BAM! Down he goes! 'No, officer! I don't know what happened. He told me he was going swimming and never came back.'" They started to flip lazily through one of the old books before continuing to plot. "I'll meet the king of the vampires, or whoever and convince him to put prince snobby pants in front of a firing squad or something!" Directly after saying this there was the sound of someone clearing their voice. Turning greeted the kindred with the sight of LaCroix standing in the doorway.
Now, LaCroix knew that there wasn't a reason to fear the one in front of him as in this point of their life he could easily take them down himself if need be. He did however know that this behavior would be dangerous if it continued after they had gotten the hang over everything. He was also very aware on how to knock a young one like this down a few pegs. LaCroix looked them directly in the eyes and sternly told his would be assassin, "Your blood rations for the evening have been lessened. Do not make me take them away entirely." He then calmly turned around and walked out the door.
The sheriff was waiting for him down the hall in front of the meeting room. Before LaCroix entered he looked over to his behemoth of a bodyguard and stated as he gave a nod back to the room he just came from, "Remind me to never go swimming with our young associate in there." The sheriff had no idea what LaCroix was talking about
#sebastian lacroix x reader#lacroix x reader#vampire the masquerade#vampire the masquerade: blood lines#sebastian lacroix#vtmb#vtmb lacroix
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Take me to church
This was a bad idea but after what happened yesterday you wondered if God would actually still listen to whatever you had to say. You were never a religious person but some part of you wanted some benevolent spirit to forgive you or at least here you out just once in your life. Regardless if any God heard you or not you started getting fidgety just thinking about praying or even approaching the church- you could have turned around and just went home- but nope, here you were!
And before you could even knock on the door, the church door swung open and a mysterious blonde man, but not a priest greeted you.
The priest smiled at you and you could have sworn you had seen fangs. "Man, you really needed to stop staying up so late," you muttered to yourself before cracking an awkward smile.
"Hi, I'm here for confession... umm.. are you a priest by the way? If not, I can leave," You said awkwardly. Twiddling your fingers, you cursed yourself in your head for that annoying tick you did when you were nervous. Nothing that could be done about that now whatsoever as the man nodded at you while smiling gently.
"Well, lets just say I am a priest in training. The church will be making me the new priest in about two weeks. But still, my child,I will hear you out on whatever you need me to listen to. Remember this is a safe place, so feel free to confess whatever sins or burdens you have on your chest or weighing on your mind to me and God will surely listen. I am Anatole," the man replied, opening the door. As he let you in, you didn't know why, but you suddenly felt safe here and around this beautiful, strange, man.
Walking inside the sanctuary, the place would have been completely dark if it wasn't for the dimly lit candles and the gorgeous full moon outside the window. Sitting down in the confession booth, you bit your lip nervously. So hard, in fact, that you drew blood and the priest looked at you in high concern. You thought about lying at first. Then you realized you were in a church and didn't want to ruin your relationship with the priest, especially in a holy place like this.
Taking a deep breath, you finally were ready to confess what's been on your mind.
"I...I...I had a affair with my sister's fiance." You confessed and Anatole frowned.
"That is a very serious sin, young one, but fear not as long as you pray to God and ask his forgiveness, and you stop this offense, all will be well and he will forgive you," the blonde priest assured you. the man then took your hand in his and rubbed little soothing circles on them. Your heart fluttered; he smelled like some type of spice and herbal medicine that reminded you of your grandmother who loved to pick herbs and grew her own veggies in her tiny garden back when you were a little kid. He also smelled like altar incense and cinnamon and that's when you noticed how handsome he looked. Striking storm grey eyes that reminded you of thunderclouds, with an angular face framed by neat blonde flowing down to his shoulders, giving him a beautiful wreath of golden hair that made him look absolutely angelic. You were so caught up in your day dreaming that you didn't even notice him smirk before chuckling darkly.
"Besides we all have little secrets of our own…"
He trailed off and that's when you saw his fangs.
You screamed and tried to get away.
but your pleas were abruptly silenced when a pair of sharp fangs dug into your neck
as
you
faded
away.
La fin.
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Mitnick x female nosferatu friend fic
Welp someone asked for a platonic short story and i decided to whip this up.
Ever since you were embraced you never got along with the other cainites.
Especially theose snobbish toreador pricks and the swollen ego filled ventrue sitting safely on their thrones.
But sitting here with mitnick you felt right at peace you two were hanging out in his bedroom listening to rock music and playing videogames.
You sucked at mario kart but he didn't seem to mind. His pet rat snickerdoodle climbed in your lap begging you to pet her.
Which you did earning her happy squeaks and a face cuddle.
You talked shit about the prince and occasionally other nosferatu.
And smoked a few blunts. After a while you both got bored and set out drawing penises on Sebastian Lacroix's car.
You never got caught thankfully and throughout the whole sewer everyone heard about the bratty prince throwing a fuse over who ruined his car.
You supressed your giggles when gary golden asked who did it but you were pretty sure he knew you did it.
Because he had a huge smile on his face all that.
After that you and mitnick hung out all the time.
You could get used to life in darkness.
The end.
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The Long Night - Chapter 1 (falling for your Nosferatu girlfriend)
Prologue: “Well, fuck.”
“This is such bullshit!” The large man growls, while not so subtly slamming his hand against the cheap, wooden table, the sound reverbs throughout the seedy bar.
Despite his temper, the woman sitting across from him doesn’t flinch, more focused on finishing her burger. Clearly, it been quite a rough day for the pair, and the only thing getting the woman through it, may as well be the greasy meal currently clogging her arteries. Drips of grease dribble down her chin, which she aptly wipes away with the back of her hand. She can’t help but wonder how the day’s events took such a sharp turn and so quickly at that.
“We go out of our way to get that floppy disk-“, he exclaims as his mind races, scrutinizing every decision the led them to the dingy bar. “I had to fuck up TWO Gangrel, not one, but two!” The man emphasizes his point by holding up calloused fingers just inches from his companion’s face, and an uninterested one at that. The woman continues to scarf down her food.
By now, the conversation has attracted the attention of a few wandering eyes, the unlikely duo raises a few eyebrows to say the least. The mountain of a man is bald and covered in tattoos. His jean jacket free of sleeves, instead, jagged fabric and splintered threads left over in their wake, telling onlookers it was not for the sake of fashion per say, but most likely lost in a dirty street fight. Everything about the man’s demeanors screamed brujah, while the molten intensity behind his eyes screams it louder.
His associate is gangly in shape. Standing at around 5’8, Her elongated limbs are enveloped in lean, stringy muscle, often covered up by an old leather jacket, that sits just a tad too big on her. Short, messy spikes of platinum hair crown the woman’s head. The mint tone of her flesh compliments her wild locks quite well, though she tries to ignore just how inhuman her skin looks to the average eye….or should we say, mortal eye. It would be difficult to assume that the woman was anything but, a nosferatu, especially with those razor blades, she called teeth.
The blonde finally speaks up, words slightly muffled as she speaks while chewing. Normally, she would be more conscious of her manners but right now she’s far too tired to care.
“Didn’t you have to fight those Gangrel, because you chose to ignore the very precise and very safe route, I gave you in the first place?” She asks critically, rubbing her temple as she recalls the less-than-intellect decision, her partner made that day.
“Look, there was a shortcut and I took it-“ He quickly deflects while waving a hand before his face, his companion quietly rolls her eyes while taking a few sips of her milkshake. The brujah leans in as he continues.
“What matters-“ He drawls out the word while double tapping the table with his pointer finger.
“…is we worked our asses’ off for that goddamn floppy, only for it to suddenly disappear like that.” He ends his statement with a snap of his fingers. “I don’t get how you’re not more pissed about this, Teagan!?”
“Who says I’m not?” She rebuttals, the accusation completely pulling her from her loaded thoughts.
“UM, maybe because the first thing you do after finding out our payday just walked out the door, was buy a goddamn happy meal??” He animatedly gestures down at the food, his voice carrying an incredulous tone. “Why are you even eating this crap? You’re just gonna throw it up in an hour. Do you want me to find you a rat or something? There’s gotta be a few around here.” He scans the space, very much prepared to find his friend a proper meal. Plus, he knew vermin were her favourites…at least the mean ones.
“The eating is just a comfort thing….” Her voice trickles out as she finishes, looking away for a few seconds.
Teagan places a hand over her friend’s very large one, trying to get him to focus. “Look Bruce, right now I’m more concerned about who exactly stole the floppy, because that mean one of two things. One, either someone’s been tailing us or two-“
“We have a rat of our own.” He grits through his teeth, squeezing his meaty fist while he processes the weight of the statement.
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A young college student releases a heavy sigh of relief, as she leaves her evening class for the night, happy midterm season was finally over with. “I gotta say, Alex, I don’t know how we did it..but we did.” The redhead thinks to herself as she recalls the endless weeks of essay writing and midterm prep.
The nightly cold air greets her as she makes her way towards the subway. The world around her begins to muffle as she pops on her headphones, blasting her favourite playlist. All the young woman wanted to do was head home and escape into a fantasy show for the night, allowing herself a few hours to pretend she had nothing else to worry about…at least academically. In the back of her head, she contemplates whether she should treat herself to her favourite take-out.
The city’s street lamps, and various businesses help illuminate her path but, shadows loom around her all the same. There is no mistaking that nighttime is here and there’s no escaping it.
The young woman lightly bobs her head to a song, happy to get lost in the heavy bass after weeks of stress and a few all-nighters. Unbeknownst to her, she catches the attention of a nearby stranger, a man who feels something spark, deep within him once he sees the distracted redhead. Her petite frame screams one thing, at least to those who have the foulest of souls: an opportunity. Like a moth to a forbidden flame, he begins following her at a distant, using the veil of night to hide from her peripheral vision.
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Teagan says her goodbyes to Bruce for the evening, ready to head home to her haven and distract herself from the day’s looming weight. While her partner was probably on his way to an underground fight club, to blow off some steam (at least she hoped so), she had a computer filled with encrypted files to hack with her name on it. Normally, the kindred would hop down the nearest manhole cover and make her way through the city’s intricate sewer system. But tonight, she decided to walk, appreciating the extra time to think and process, and luckily for her, few people questioned face masks during the colder weather.
Halfway through her journey she notices an odd sight. There’s some guy following a girl down a nearby alley and considering his distance she doubts they’re together. Teagan hears how the man’s heartbeat beings to pick up, the closer he gets to the girl. Normally, the vampire wasn’t one to get involved in the affair of others but there’s something about the desperation behind the man’s eyes she doesn’t quite like or trust for that matter. She quietly tails behind the tailer, her steps almost non-existent to the human ear.
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If anyone in this scenario could read minds, they’d quickly learn this isn’t the first time this man has submitted to his hunger. No, unfortunately not. Time and time again, he’ll promise himself it’ll be the last time…but it never is. He removes the dissonance between his thoughts and actions by telling himself, at his core, is in fact a good man. That he is a good man who simply has a small problem and doesn’t everyone? What do they say in church? Hate the sin, love the sinner? At least, this is what he tells himself to help absolve his guilty conscious. How strange, how that very same conscious, is often nowhere to be found whenever he lays his eyes on a pretty creature. He instead, opts to listen to what sits between his legs.
The stalker finally sees an opportunity arise as the college student steps into a very dark and presumably empty, alleyway. He plays the scenario out in his mind; he’ll simply grab the girl here, and take what he needs, just a taste he thinks, a morsel at most. The deviant feels sweat start to form on his forehead as this narrative plays before his eyes, his adrenaline rising at the thought of capturing his prey….little does he know, there is more than one prey tonight.
Teagan can’t help but shake her head at how unaware the girl seems to be, then again, kindred by nature can’t help but be paranoid to a fault.
Alex finally notices a strange shadow extending from behind her. Time seems to slow down for what plays out next. The woman’s blood instantly runs cold as she realizes the shadow is very much reaching for her and it’s much too close for comfort. The redhead tries to bolt off, but the shadow is too quick. In a manner of seconds, the man shoves her against a nearby brick wall (the force makes her wince), immediately covering her mouth with his hand. The girl struggles with all her might but to no avail, the man doubles her in size and is much stronger in comparison. Alex tastes a metallic flavor as a ringed finger presses down against her mouth.
Teagan bites back a hiss, biting down hard enough against her lips to draw blood. Whatever thoughts she originally had of simply scaring the man off, are now gone. No, she’s ready to feed, and from someone who deserves to be bled right till the brink of death. She finally feels the anger Bruce displayed earlier, but times ten. If by nature, she is a monster who deserves to die – then the man before her deserves an untimely death, at the very least.
“Now, now. No need to fret, daffodil-“ The predator notices how the student’s bright, fiery hair glistens in the moonlight and quickly adjusts his nickname accordingly.
“Or perhaps Rose would be more appropriate.” She glares at him and continues to struggle but he simply shifts more of his weight against her. His pungent cologne floods her senses, and she instinctively recoils in disgust.
“Now if you’re quiet, then there’s no reason for me to kill you.” The man quickly pulls out a blade from his jacket pocket and brandishes it with a frenzied look in his eye, almost as if the moment was giving him a high. The knife’s presence gives Alex a second boost of adrenaline. She immediately kicks her assailant between his legs, and hard. The man yelps in pain and immediately slumps over. She rushes at the chance to run away, but blind fury seems to give her stalker his second wind. Whatever semblance of humanity was present in him earlier is now gone, leaving only a beast in its wake and that very same beast lunges at her, seeking to sink his claws in her once again.
But right as the man is about to tackle Alex, he’s suddenly pulled back by an invisible force. The assaulter’s eyes widen as he’s immediately slammed down against the concrete.
A loud thud fills the air as heavy flesh hits the cold ground. The college student immediately braces herself against the wall, frantically trying the scan the area of a possible third party but sees no one. She stands there frozen, her heart still beating through her ears as she tries to process everything that just happened……that is, until she notices the man’s body suddenly being lifted in the air by an unseen force. Sounds of struggle can be heard as the man is lifted by his throat, the invisible entity holding a visceral grip around his windpipe.
The pain quickly starts to set it and the man whimpers as he tries to desperately to free himself, he is not unlike an animal caught in an unforgiving trap. Unfortunately for him, this trap’s motives seem to be personal.
If the redhead was not traumatized before, she surely is now. She stands visibly confused and even a tad curious as to the bizarre situation unfolds before her.
A low, raspy voice begins speaking, its unearthly tone is unlike anything the man has ever experienced before. Whatever dream of a scenario this was for the man before, has quickly turned into a nightmare….a nightmare he may never wake from.
“It’s funny you know. They’ll call my kind, scum… but if I’m scum, then what does that make you?
And in a blink of an eye, the mysterious addition is now very much visible. The hunter has now become the hunted, it feels as if his heart could stop then and there as he gazes upon his assaulter.
The creature holding him is human in shape but looks back at him with glowing red eyes surrounded by black voids where white should be. The pathetic human frantically claws at the blonde’s hand, tears start to run down his face, both from pain and from fear.
The redhead stands in complete awe. She should run, scream, hide- anything that would take her out of this situation, but she doesn’t. She’s not even sure if what she’s witnessing is even possible, all she knows is that the figure before her, technically saved her…..also is that a leather jacket?
The kindred speaks again, her voice sardonic as she brings her prey closer to her face.
“What’s wrong? You were looking for a pretty girl, weren’t you? What, am I not pretty enough for ya?” The man cowers as Teagan flashes the man her needle-like fangs, inching him closer to her salivating mouth.
Alex cannot see the kindred’s face as she has her back turned to her, instead, the only clearly visible image is man’s now pale face, as if the blood has completely drained from it.
“Or, let me guess, you can dish it but can’t take it.” Tegan sneers.
The man’s sniveling demeanor finally attracts the attention of Teagan’s inner beast. Her inner beast often acts like a demonic compass she’s forced to fight against, day in and day out, as it pleads for her to feed and to never stop. The only thing that drowns it out, seems to be the little semblance of humanity she still carries in her soul, despite her vampiric nature. But right now, she can’t hear that humanity, no, instead, all she hears is her beast’s voice, flooding her mind.
“there we go. Let’s snap his neck and then feast until we can’t move!”
She feels her fangs extend, her mouth dripping in anticipation as she closes in on the man’s throat, oh how rich this meal will be, how delicious it will feel against her tongue…………………………………………………………………..until a sound brings her back to reality.
A sharp intake of air comes from behind Teagan, suddenly pulling her from her hunger-induced haze. Her beast roars within her, demanding she feed them, but somehow, she ignores it. She instead, without warning, tosses the man to the side with force, instantly knocking him out. The action surprises the student, and she lets out a breath she wasn’t aware she was holding in.
The vampire doesn’t turn around, instead, she’s well prepared to flee and disappear into the night, happy to become a distant memory to the probably now, very much traumatized woman. Somehow, Alex senses the woman’s skittish nature and decides to immediately address the mysterious blonde, at the very least she should thank her for coming to her aid.
“T-thank you…god I don’t know what to say but thank you.” She says breathlessly, still trying to process if any of this could possibly be a nightmare…or perhaps a dream. The nosferatu’s pointed ears perk up, she’s never heard such a lovely voice, dead or alive. All the blonde wants to do is turn around and see the source of the beautiful voice but still, she doesn’t budge, as if her legs refuse to move.
“I don’t know if any of this is real…but, my name is Alex if it’s worth anything.” All of this feels to dream-like to the redhead to be real, but she goes with it. The taller woman still refuses to turn around and address the redhead. But the question now is why hasn’t she moved then?? Is it fear? Loneliness? Plain curiosity? A mix of everything? She’s not sure but she wishes it would stop clouding her judgement. She knows good and well, if the woman takes even one glance at her ghoulish face, she’ll surely run for the hills, screaming. Teagan’s racing thoughts are suddenly interrupted, as she senses the woman behind her slowly taking steps in her direction.
If the nosferatu was alive, her heart would surely start racing with every step the woman took towards her. Alex can’t help but wonder if the blonde is injured or if something is wrong, she’s addressed her twice but still no reaction, she wonders if she even heard her.
Alex raises a cautious hand to the mysterious woman, hoping to get her to turn around, but Teagan gently catches it before it can reach her shoulder. Alex notices the greenish tint to the woman’s hand; she wonders if perhaps she’s suffering from an illness of sorts. But even past the colour, the blonde’s hand is almost claw-like in nature. The image should make her skin crawl, but it doesn’t, she still views the individual before her as a kind soul, at the very least, a soul willing to risk their life for her, a boon she truly wishes to repay.
“You shouldn’t be so trusting.” The kindred softly warns. Interest and confusion paint the redhead’s face.
The blonde continues, “You shouldn’t thank me…what if the only reason I stopped that piece of shit, was just so I could kill you myself?”
The statement is blunt in nature but not in tone. Despite the question, Alex can’t bring herself to fear the woman, at least not yet. There’s also the addition of her finding the woman’s gravelly voice quite attractive but she decides to put a pin in that for now. “Priorities, Alex…priorities.” She mentally chides herself and she clears her throat.
“…well, did you?” The student asks a bit too lightly for Teagan’s taste, but she gently shakes her head all the same.
Alex senses no dishonesty, and she smiles in response, “well then, my thanks stands.” Her voice remains sweet, as if she wasn’t in peril just a few minutes earlier. It almost throws Teagan off, why hasn’t this woman run for the hills screaming yet? The kindred almost murdered a man before her but here she stands, actually thanking the nosferatu. Then again, she still hasn’t seen the face of her so called, “knight in shining amor” and the night is still young.
The woman’s sickeningly, sweet attitude continues as she addresses the blonde again, “seriously, I don’t want to think of what could have happened if you weren’t here. Is there any way I could repay you..um?”
“Teagan.” She answers despites her better judgement.
Alex’s smile grows as she repeats the kindred’s name to her, “Teagan. That’s a great name. It matches the leather jacket.”
The genuine statement makes the ends of the vampire’s mouth curl up, if only a bit. The grin is lost on the redhead, but she does hear the taller woman ever so quietly release an amused “hmmph”, in response. Teagan suddenly feels more at ease, the woman’s calm attitude seems to be rubbing off on her. The kindred straightens up a bit, while shoving her hands into her jacket’s pocket to grab something.
Alex fights back a gulp as the blonde straightens up and stands at her full height, which in comparison to her, was much taller. The student can’t help but feel ashamed of her growing attraction to this mysterious “Teagan”. She should be more rattled about the possibility of almost dying earlier, but instead, she’s too focused on the tall blonde and her guarded attitude.
The student is pulled from her thoughts as she hears that attractive voice address her once again.
“Where do you live?” Teagan asks before thinking, but she quickly clarifies the reason behind her question, suddenly realizing how creepy it must have come off. “I mean, generally- I may know a shortcut to get you home quicker and It would put my mind at ease….. knowing you get home safe, y’know?”
“You’re such a sucker” Her inner beast mocks and she can’t even argue. But she misses how Alex’s face believes anything but that, no, instead the girl’s heart involuntarily skips a beat at the sweet confession. The redhead tries to ignore the warmth she feels in her cheeks, believing the last thing the blonde wanted to deal with was some crushing schoolgirl.
“I, live on Lincoln Street, on the west side. But I could honestly take the subway, I don’t want to trouble you any further.” She answers, honestly. Though a part of her also worries about giving herself more time to embarrass herself around the blonde, while equally wishing for nothing more than to spend more time with the blonde…..
Lincoln, that was about twenty minutes away by subway but only ten via the nosferatu path, Teagan thinks.
“Like I said, I’ll be able to sleep better if I know you got home safe- It’s no trouble.” The blonde finishes her statement by putting on her face mask, the gesture isn’t lost on the redhead.
“Alright then, sounds good! Will I actually get to look you in the eye on this journey or do you prefer if I cover my eyes?” Alex lightly teases, wondering why the woman refused to meet her gaze. She notices how the blonde stiffens at the statement, wondering if she’s taken it too far, until the taller woman actually starts to slowly turn around towards her. Once again, if Teagan’s heart was still beating, it would surely be beating through her chest right now. The blonde almost winces, the closer she gets to showing the student her face. She’s prepared to hear the redhead scream, scream profanities at her, or even just die on the spot……it wouldn’t be the first time for any of those possibilities.
Nothing could have prepared Alex for the red eyes that eventually stare back at her. If this had been any other night, she’d assume they were contacts but even then, she’s never seen contacts glow like that. Teagan’s eyes would have been terrifying if her gaze wasn’t so, afraid? At first, the woman looks at her as if she’s ready for Alex to hit her, whether it be with words or with her fist but of course, neither come. But even after the moment passes, it’s followed by Teagan’s eyes widening as they finally lock onto Alex’s. The blonde’s ghoulish skin turns a shade darker before she immediately looked away from the redhead. The student doesn’t comment on it, but she can’t help but wonder if she’s somehow scared the blonde or perhaps offended her? But for Teagan, this wasn’t the case at all…quite the opposite.
The nosferatu took one look at the smaller woman and almost died then and there. The redhead was stunning to say the least; her small face was dusted with freckles, like a night sky complimented by endless stars. Alex’s brilliant, red hair, stopped at her shoulders and beautifully contrasted against her shining emerald eyes. Lastly, the moonlight seems to reflect off the girl’s glossed lips, lips that are pouty and pink and seem to call to hers like a siren. If Teagan was self-conscious before, it’s even worse now. She could never show this woman her full face, not unless she wanted to permanently traumatize her….and well, she’s been through enough tonight, she thinks.
Alex’s voice is soft as she pulls the blonde from her insecure thoughts, she fights back reaching for the woman again. “Hey, are you okay? I’m sorry if what I said, came off harsh. I really didn’t mean anything by it. You don’t have to show me your face if you’re not comfortable.”
Teagan quickly clears her throat and stands tall, “it’s fine. Follow me.”
And follow the redhead does, but she often glances down at the blonde’s long, almost claw like hand, wishing she could hold onto it as they make their way through the darkness. The kindred feels the woman’s eyes on her and puts two and two together, assuming she must be shaken up after the night’s events.
“Would you like to hold my hand? It’s okay if you do….I understand you’ve been through a lot tonight.” Teagan offers, her face burning as she tries to steady her voice.
Alex flashes her a warm smile and takes the blonde’s hand with ease. Each of the women feel sparks fly within them as they make contact. The redhead loves how safe she feels under the blonde’s touch, ready to follow her, wherever she may take her.
#nosferatu#nosferatu clan#female nosferatu#nosferatu girlfriend#nosferatu x reader#nosferatu oc#projectable oc#wlw#lesbian nosferatu#meet cute#vtmb#vtm#fluff and angst#vampire girlfriend#look I want a nosferatu gf and this is my way of handling it#meeting for the first time#height difference#brujah#gangrel#this one is only gonna be 3 chapters long
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