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voxmortuus · 10 months
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#17 & #29 for Walter Deville please? I figured you could use a break from Hannibal.
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✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Walter Deville x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ The Invitation ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 424 ✧*̥˚ PROMPT: *̥˚✧ From THIS prompt list: 17. "beg for it" & 29. "you're such a needy girl" ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Smut in Gazebo AKA Outside | Reader rides tip of dress shoe | Pet Name Used - Blood Doll | Calling Walt Master | Reader begging | Reader gets bitten | Blood Kink? | Unprotected P-i-V | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ YOU'RE LUCKY I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE LIMITS ARE AND WHAT YOU LIKE! I will literally write for any character you send me prompts for; I love branching out! So, I guess that makes me a whore for prompts.... ✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @ariesrain ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist *̥˚✧
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As Walter looks down on you, watching you be this horny needy little blood doll of his, he can't help but chuckle. Watching you whimper and moan as you grind yourself against the tip of his shoe as you wrap your arms around his leg. Wet, fuckin soaking wet and needy for him you look up at him and bite your lip.
"I'm so wet… so needy…" You whimper. "I need you, Master." You whimper.
"Do you now, Blood Doll?" He asks with a slight arch of his brow.
"Oh, yes Master, I really… really need you. I need you to fill me. I need you to feed on me." You whimpered as you graze your bud against his shoe.
With a soft chuckle, he takes your chin and forces you to look at him. "Beg for it." He states.
Biting your lip you look over his face, your hands sliding up his hips, over the front of his pants pawing at him.
"Please, Master… Please. I need you, so badly, I need you to fuck me, I need you to feed on me. I need your guidance. Please… Please Master." you beg.
"Aww, look at you. Stand up." He demands.
Standing up you look over his face, biting your lip you let out a soft whimper as you press yourself against him. He reaches his hand between your legs and feels how soaking wet you are.
"Now what do we have here my sweet little Blood Doll? Are we soaked?" He asked.
"Yes, Master, that's how badly I need you." You state nodding.
"Well now… I'm sure that can be arranged." He chuckles with that charming smile of his.
Turning you around he makes you face the outside yard as he places your hands on the railing of the gazebo. As he feels himself stiffen from your arousal he groans and slips his hardened member between your folds and groans.
"You're such a needy girl." He groans softly.
"I'm always needy for you master." You moan softly as you grip the railing and let out another soft moan.
As he kisses your bare shoulder he moves the crook of your neck and sinks his fangs right in. You let out a slightly louder moan and grip the railing tightly. Looking down you see the blood from the bite drip down your chest, you bring a hand up and wipe it across your chest, smearing it into the skin as you let out another moan.
"Oh Master… you're too good to me." You whimper.
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Honeymoon (Walter DeVille | The Invitation)
Summary — It’s your first night as Walt’s new wife.
Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Potential spoilers for The Invitation; literally just pure fucking smut because I’m a slut for this man; mentions of vampirism (including smoking hot Thomas Doherty fangs, biting, blood, etc.); themes of ‘Predator vs Prey’; cursing; far too much usage of ‘my love’; Evie is stronger than me because I would have agreed to be Walter’s wife in a heartbeat, no questions asked.
Notes ➳ Word Count is 4,333. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her). 
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Your beloved had always had some... animalistic tendencies. 
It was rather obvious to everyone that you were Walt’s favorite bride. Or, now that you were finally married, his favorite wife.
His sharp gaze had been watching you all evening. He was similar to a predator admiring a fresh kill. Despite being surrounded by an endless number of wedding guests, Walt had no intention of taking his attention away from you.
As you thanked Lucy and Viktoria for their compliments and well-wishes, a shiver traveled along your spine as Walt’s clawed fingers slowly ran along your arm. You could sense his satisfied grin when he noticed the effect he had on you.
Walt was getting restless with the desire to take you away from your demanding audience. Bringing your hand to him, he pressed your palm against his cheek before leaning into your touch. You were trying your best to keep up your conversation with your two beautiful friends, ignoring his desperate call for attention.
His lips pressed gently kisses to each of your fingertips before moving on to your palm. Continuing his affection, his kisses trailed along to the back of your hand as well. He dragged his claws up and down your arm as your hand was returned to his cheek, burrowing his nose against your flesh.
His gaze fluttered back to you. He rolled his eyes when you refused to look at him. You were always doing this sort of thing, always letting him know that he couldn’t have everything.
He was fine with your antics. It thrilled him to no end whenever he had to chase after your attention. It gave him time to worship you.
The hand that had been dragging along your arm paused on your wrist. The other splayed out your palm against his face. If sweet, doting admiration wouldn’t catch your attention, perhaps a little pain would.
You yelped as your husband tore a wound into your wrist. Lucy’s eyes widened while Viktoria could only smirk in sick amusement. Turning your attention to him, you couldn’t help rolling your eyes.
With his fangs buried deep within your flesh, his hooded gaze stared back at you with a certain glimmer of arrogance. You could practically hear his thoughts as he indulged himself on your metallic nectar. 
Have I gotten your attention yet, my love?
You scoffed with an amused smile, shaking your head at Walt’s desperation. He closed his eyes as he continued tasting you. He roughly shoved your wrist closer to him with a tight grip.
“I think our husband wishes to leave his own reception,” smirked Viktoria, staring intently as Walt slowly pulled away.
With a wink and a knowing smile, Lucy whispered, “Have fun!”
You bid the two women farewell, watching as they disappeared into the crowd of guests. Once they were gone, your eyes drifted back to your husband.
Walt was solely focused on your wrist. His fangs had finally left your flesh. Now, his tongue ran along your skin, greedily claiming any blood he may have left behind. He glared fiercely when you attempted to pull your hand away. His grip tightened and his claws threatened to pierce your skin.
You slowly began to lean towards him. His eyes darkened and he immediately tugged at your arm to pull you closer. He made an advance towards your neck, groaning loudly when you forced him to pause in his movements. 
He had been just shy of his goal. He cursed under his breath, stretching as far as he could, practically leaning over your entire body, in an attempt to reach you. You let out a quiet laugh as his sharp fangs barely grazed against your flesh. He complained once more when you finally gained enough strength to shove him away.
You ran your fingers through his dark hair in an attempt to sooth him. His eyes trailed over your figure with dark intent. He bit his lip harshly as he took you in. You looked ravishing. He met you in the middle for a soft kiss.
Placing his hand on the back of your neck, he muttered against your lips, “My love—”
“Later,” you quietly interrupted.
He groaned, hooded eyes still wandering, “Now.”
“We can’t leave yet—”
“Then perhaps I should just take you here,” he whispered, and then he grinned mischievously as a surprised gasp escaped you. “Oh? Do you like that idea? Do you wish to be fucked in front of everyone like some common whore?”
Your eyes narrowed while his smile only widened. He winked at you and flashed his fangs in an attempt to get your annoyed façade to break. All he received in return, however, was an unamused scoff, “I want a divorce.”
He chuckled, giving you a quick kiss before he muttered, “Not. Happening.”
You smiled when he brought your wrist to his lips once more. He repeatedly pressed kisses against the area where he had bitten you, effortlessly soothing your wounded skin.
“Do you really want to leave?”
He pretended to pout, though his true feelings were given away by his excited eyes, “Please?”
You sighed dramatically, which he knew meant ‘yes’ since you allowed another smile to spread across your lips. He quickly stood, gained the attention of the guests, and announced that the two of you would be retiring for the evening while Lucy and Viktoria took over as hosts.
‘Retiring’, you thought. Yeah, right.
Walt held out his arm for you to take before slowly leading you through the crowd. You smiled at those who offered another round of congratulations, feeling excitement build within you as Walt led you through the manor gardens.
His grip on you tightened. Plucking a rose, his lips pressed against yours before he placed the flower in your free hand.
Inside, the manor was dark, which was normal. Your husband preferred it so, claiming that it ‘improved the hunt’. Everyone, including the staff, were outside, leaving you alone with your eager husband. 
The two of you paused in front of the grand, stone staircase. Walt circled you slowly, eyeing you up and down with darkened eyes. His pupils were blown wide. He came to a stop behind you.
His overwhelming presence sent shivers throughout your entire being. You were sure he could hear your heart pounding furiously.
His claws traced along your figure. The feeling began at your shoulders, trailed down your arms, and then finally came to a stop at your hips.
Your eyes closed. You tilted your head, allowing him access to the soft skin of your neck. You couldn’t stop yourself from relishing in the feeling of your husband leaning in to trace his nose along your profile. Occasionally, he’d paused to leave a kiss or two, fangs threatening to pierce you once more.
He sighed against you, digging his sharp claws into your sides, nearly breaking the skin of your hips through your clothing. His teeth ran over your ear before he paused to whisper, “Shall we play a game, my love?” 
Your eyebrows furrowed, unsure of where he was going with such a question, “What sort of game?”
He chuckled deeply, “One of predator... and prey.”
You inhaled sharply as one of his hands slowly traveled along the length of your torso. His large palm found its new home upon your throat.
“Do you know what a predator does when it captures its prey?”
“What?”
He kissed your temple gently between each of his words, “Whatever. It. Wants.”
You shuddered at his response. Slowly, his tight hold loosened. The sound of a ticking clock echoed throughout the room. His lips hovered closely over your ear. Your heart felt as though it planned to leap out of your chest.
“Run.”
You bolted, using the stone edge of the staircase to help you along. You could feel his eyes burning into you, carefully watching as you disappeared around a dark corner.
To anyone else, this would probably seem twisted. To you, however, it was exhilarating and left you quietly gasping for air with a wild grin on your face. You wandered further into the manor, deciding to leave your clicking shoes behind in an effort to throw him off.
With every shadow in the corner of your eye or each creak of the floor, you’d feel your heart race. Hand clasped over your chest, you paused at the sound of slow footsteps. You could see the light of a match approaching from the other end of the corridor. Quickly pressing yourself into a dark corner, you held your breath as he began to close in on you...
No.
No. He passed you by.
You shivered at the sight of him. He had stripped himself of his jacket and tie. His left hand was hidden within his pocket while the other held a flickering match between his fingertips. Slow, easy footsteps, almost as though he knew you had no chance.
Peeking around the corner, you watched the muscles of his back shift beneath his white shirt. You grimaced as you tripped over your feet due to the distraction, tumbling clumsily to the floor.
Walt paused. You could almost see the widening grin on his face as he contemplated your mistake. Slowly, he turned, tilted his head, and allowed his eyes to wander over your fallen figure.
He barely had time to flash his fangs at you. In seconds, you had stood and took off in the opposite direction. His sinister chuckles echoed off the walls as he quickly followed.
You rounded yet another corner and reached out for the first doorknob in sight. Closing the door, you pushed your way into the room. His room.
Of course.
His shoes tapped against the floors in the corridor, taking you out of your realization. Just as the doorknob began to rattle, you opened up his wardrobe in the corner and hid away inside.
The door shut once more. The action was then followed by the click of the lock, trapping you within the four dark walls with no one but your husband for company. Perhaps, if he was far away enough, you could make another escape.
He approached his bedside table. Knowing you had little chance of getting away, he took his time removing his watch before sliding off his shoes as well. His back was turned to you.
You tried your best to be quiet as you eased the wardrobe door open. Luck seemed to be on your side when it made little noise. The lock that had trapped you inside, however, gave you away. 
The rustling of his movements stopped when he heard the click of his bedroom door. You pulled at the door to no avail. It was shoved closed once more by the force of his splayed hand. His other was tightly wrapped around your chest and shoulders, roughly pulling you against him.
He slowly turned the lock back into place. He then allowed that hand to wrap around your waist, though it felt eager to venture elsewhere.
Fangs tracing over your skin, he ran his lips from your neck to your ear before he whispered, “Caught you.”
Your head fell back against him in surprise. You couldn’t contain the sharp, startled gasp that escaped you. Your eyes widened at the feeling of his fangs sinking into your neck. Your mouth fell open in pleasure as he ravaged your soft skin.
One of his hands traveled along your body until it found itself roughly cupping your jawline. His claws nearly impaled themselves into your flesh due to his tight grip. Walt held you in place against him as he enjoyed the perfect, bittersweet taste of your blood.
You were tugged back into his dark embrace, falling further into the deep shadows of his room. He turned, shoving you onto his bed with a sinister glimmer in his eyes.
You smiled up at him, shaking your head as you balanced on one of your arms. Your free hand reached out for him, but he pushed it away with a wild grin.
His lustful eyes raked over your clothed figure. Leaning forward, he crawled upwards along the length of your body, easily making you lie on your back as he hovered above you.
His thumbs traced slow circles on your cheeks and temples. Though they still contained that same dark intent, his eyes softened slightly when they met your gaze.
He leaned into your touch as you began running your hands through his thick hair. He pressed a soft kiss to your wrist, and then quietly muttered against your skin, “May I have you?” 
His eyes closed at the feeling of your thumbs gently tracing over his eyebrows. You then did the same beneath his eyes, examining every feature of him as he waited for your reply.
“Yes.”
His hand was beneath your chin in a matter of seconds. You encased his wrist tightly in one of your palms. He pushed your head back, digging his immortal bite into your neck once more. His weight was pressed against you, which allowed you to feel every crevice of his strong body. 
You could feel blood cascading along your skin as he shifted his position. He lifted you just enough to move each of you further onto the bed. You reached back with one hand to tightly grip a soft pillow. The other wrapped itself within Walt’s hair as he traveled downwards.
You were forced to release him when he decided to kneel between your legs. He smirked down at you. Your body trembled as his tall, shadowy figure overwhelmed you. 
Walt was thankful that you had chosen a different dress for the reception. The fabric draped perfectly over your body. He could feel you beneath the dark ensemble as his hands traced along your figure. 
You watched in anticipation as his head turned to eye your ankle. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around it. You raised your eyebrows at him, though he paid you no mind as he lifted your leg until your ankle could rest against his shoulder.
Before you could react, your grip on the pillow had tightened exponentially. The other wrapped itself within the sheet. Your back arched at the feeling of his fangs sinking into the flesh of your ankle.
He groaned loudly. Wrapping his free arm around your thigh, completely encasing your limb, he forced you against him as he tightly closed his eyes. He couldn’t get enough of you. Fortunately for him, the night was only beginning.
He allowed your ankle to fall back onto the bed, swallowing deeply and running his tongue over his stained lips. He quickly shoved his hands beneath your dress, pushing the fabric upwards until he could tug it over your head. 
His lips met yours in a rough kiss. As you embraced him, he used his clawed fingertips to rip open the bra that covered your breasts. He wasted no time, immediately indulging himself.
As his hand busied itself with your left breast, thumb working against your nipple, his mouth found refuge on the right. He repeatedly kissed your warm flesh. Quickly, he decided to latch onto you with his mouth, tongue swirling.
His dark hair found itself within your grip once more. You bit your lip harshly at the pleasurable feeling, unable to think properly.
But things only felt better when you realized his free hand had slowly wandered downwards. His long fingers shoved their way beneath the lace fabric that shielded your heat. He cupped your warmth, grinning against you.
“Did you wear these for me?” he muttered, not waiting for an answer as he began making his way down your body, kissing every inch of your skin.
“For Viktoria.”
He paused in his affection to glare up at you. Clearly, he didn’t appreciate your fine sense of humor. With an amused grin, you sharply tugged at his hair, causing him to grunt, and then continued, “Get to work, Mr. DeVille.”
He slowly shook his head, quietly scoffing at your antics. Both of his hands drifted to your hips and wrapped around the edge of the black lace. Running his tongue over his sharp teeth, he smirked, “As my mistress commands.”
Your laughter was cut off by a gasp rising in your throat. Walt turned his head from side to side, repeatedly biting along each of your thighs until he finally made his way to your center.
Over the lace fabric, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against your warmth. You tugged his hair again at the feeling. Heat pooled within you as he slowly pulled away the lace. Grinning, he tossed it aside.
He swallowed deeply before delving into you. You cried out, fingers digging into his scalp. Walt paid your actions no mind. His tongue rushed across your opening, flicking your clit.
His claws dug into your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders to keep you still. It wasn’t an easy feat. Your back was arched and your mouth had fallen into a silent scream.
Walt shoved his tongue into you, feasting on your essence as though it were his last meal. His thumb joined his mouth in a perfect duet of pleasure. He roughly slapped your clit and smiled against you when another cry escaped your throat.
His pants felt tight and he moved his hips against the bed in an effort to gain some relief. Trailing kisses along your torso, he pushed his fingers in and out of you at lightning speed. He stroked one of your thighs, finally lowering your legs with your knees bent as they rested on either side of his hips, encasing him against you.
He pressed his forehead to yours, but refused to kiss you despite your pleas. Instead, he watched as your face collapsed into an expression of sinful pleasure.
Your orgasm drenched his hand and he pulled his fingers out of you. You slowly opened your eyes, watching as he held his wet fingers to your lips.
“So soon? You really should clean up your mess, my love.”
He leaned in, returning his attention to your neck, biting a new wound into your flesh. The action made you gasp openly, which, in turn, allowed him to shove his soaked fingers into your mouth.
He pressed his lips against your temple, smearing fresh blood against your soft skin. He rolled his hips into you, biting his lip as he felt your tongue swirl around his fingertips, tasting yourself on him.
He groaned at the sight of you. Your bare skin was aglow beneath him. He could feel himself straining against his clothes. He focused his attention on your shoulder, sinking his teeth into you once more. You knew you’d be absolutely covered in bite marks by the time this was over.
Not that you minded, of course.
As he lost himself in you, he used his hands to bring yours to his shirt, letting you know that he wanted you to rid him of the fabric. You busied yourself with the buttons, turning your head to plant kisses against his profile.
Sensing your desires, he reluctantly pulled his attention away from your shoulder. He soothed your newest wound with his tongue, lapping at any leftover blood. His stained lips met yours just as you began pushing the white fabric off his shoulders. Walt helped with the process and tossed the shirt aside.
He rose to his knees, removing his belt. His pants quickly followed, but not without incident. You grunted when he tumbled on top of you, barely catching himself to keep from knocking the wind out of you.
“Why did you make me wear these?” he grumbled, though his grin gave his amusement away.
You giggled, trying your best to help him, “Because they looked nice.”
He rolled his eyes with a smile when you gently kissed his cheek. He then pushed himself off your body. You shifted onto your elbows, watching as he sat on the edge of the bed. Once the pants reached his ankles, he yanked them off, threw them across the room, and then grinned at you over his shoulder.
You scoffed with a teasing smile, “You’re so dramatic!” 
He chuckled, “C’mere.”
You allowed him to tug at your hand. You moved on the bed to kneel behind him. He tightly clasped both of your hands and draped them over his chest, but not before pressing a kiss to each one. 
He then reached and tugged at the top of his briefs. You repeatedly kissed the top of his head and temples, watching intently as the fabric disappeared from his body and joined his shirt on the floor. 
He turned his head to meet your lips. His hand tightly gripped your wrist and dragged your palm downwards along his chest.
His brows furrowed. He broke your kiss with a groan, breathing heavily against you. He trembled at the feeling of your nimble fingers working the length of his thick cock. He tucked his head into your shoulder, hiding away as moans escaped him.
You pressed your lips against his temple in light kisses. You used your free hand to rake your fingers through his dark hair, gently scratching his scalp as you did so. Through his gasps and grunts of pleasure, Walt placed open-mouthed kisses against your skin. 
You traced your thumb over the head of his member. Beads of pre-cum made themselves known. His cock hardened further beneath your touch, if such a thing was even possible. Each stroke sent shivers along his spine and quiet murmurs tumbled from his lips against your skin.
Gently, he wrapped his hand around yours, stopping your movements. He kissed you deeply, nudging you back into your former position of lying on your back. He crawled up the expanse of your body. His hands ran up and down your sides, occasionally giving you a tight squeeze whenever he caressed your hips.
Returning his passionate affection, your arms draped over his shoulders, allowing your fingertips to trace shapes against his bare, muscular back. He sighed peacefully at the sensation. 
He only broke the kiss to reach down and grab his length. Your gaze followed, hands weaving into his hair once more. He wasted no time in pressing the head of his cock against your slick folds.
Your grip on him tightened and your head fell backwards. He took the opportunity to lean his slack-jawed face against your neck, breathing against you heavily.
He was so big inside you. And no matter how many times you had taken him in the past, his cock always left you stunned at its size. Tugging at your ear with his teeth, he breathed, “So sweet for me.”
“Walt,” you sighed, “please—! Oh!”
His hips dug into you repeatedly and he grunted loudly with each thrust. You could hardly breathe as he pounded into you.
As you tightened your grip on him, pulling him closer by his hair, he sank his sharp fangs into you once more with a quiet apology, “Sorry, my love. Your taste is impossible to resist.”
“It feels good.”
Your murmured response made him groan against you. As he indulged himself on you, his thrusts sped up. You couldn’t stop yourself from crying out in pleasure with every hard thrust of his cock.
The sound of skin against skin echoed throughout the room. Walt hissed and growled as your blood flowed into his throat. It was almost as though your taste would be his last meal.
He shoved his arms beneath you and pulled you flush against his bare flesh. Hunched over your body, he moved at an inhuman pace, reminding you of what he truly was.
You placed your hand against his throat. With blood on his lips, he bared his fangs with a grimace. You pulled him into a deep kiss as warmth grew within you.
Eventually, he couldn’t keep up with your affection. He pulled away from the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours. He panted as his thrusts became uneven. Moving one hand to your center, he stroked your clit.
You took his bottom lip between your teeth with a pleasured moan. His pace faltered as his climax drew closer. His skin was glowing with sweat as his hips stuttered.
“Cum with me, my love,” he panted. “Let go.”
As his hand continued its ministrations against your clit, the other quickly wrapped around your throat. You followed his movements, placing your own hands atop his, which was sure to leave your neck bruised the next morning.
“Walt...”
He silenced you with a kiss. You could feel his cock inside you, pulsing and writhing with the need for a release. The thought of him gaining pleasure from you struck a chord within you. 
Your back arched, pressing your front against his. Walt didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he tightened his hold on you and tugged you impossibly close. Your hands shot around his shoulders. One dug into his strong back while the other yanked at his hair as the two of you rocked back and forth against the bedspread.
A wave of pleasure washed over you. Another orgasm overwhelmed your body. Walt’s thrusts stuttered, trying to bring himself to completion. He continued rubbing your bundle of nerves. Your body writhed with overstimulation until he joined you in ecstasy. 
With a final grunt, his hips landed against yours. He shuddered, mouth agape, as he climaxed. His weight all but collapsed on top of you. When he pulled out, you could feel his release venturing out of you.
He collapsed next to you. Both of you struggled for breath. Walt reached out to gently caress your skin. His skin was aglow. Grasping your hand, he kissed each of your fingertips gently.
You could feel tiredness taking over your body. Walt smiled at you with soft eyes. Tugging you close to him, he muttered, “Sleep, my love. I’ll wake you in the morning for more.”
“That wasn’t enough?”
He chuckled deeply, “Never.”
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Forever and Always My Truest: Chapter 1
A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for all the lovely comments for the prologue of this series. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. When writings this I really could stop imaging the reader with a haunting echo to her voice. Similar to the brides of Dracula in the Van Helsing 2004 movie, which I undyingly love. Anyways I hope you enjoy!
Summary: After yet another night of restless sleep the reader finds herself wandered the manor until Walter comes looking for her. Safe to say that things escalate in more ways than one. From a lovers’ quarrel, to making up, and breakfast being served, there is no denying that there is never a dull moment in the Master and his eternal bride’s marriage.
Word Count: 1,800-ish
WARNING: SMUT!!! No vaginal penetration yet! Dry Humping, Angst, Fluff, blood sharing, arguing, obsessive/possessive behavior, Yandere-ish? Walter De Ville, possible Stockholm Syndrome?, forced marriage, abuse of power, Walter playing favorites w/reader as usual, sucks for the other brides, DOM/sub Dynamics, reader being a brat and Walter is not having it. Warning to be added. LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING!
MINORS DNI!!!!
Disclaimers: I do not own The Invitation or any of the characters within the movie. You know what is and isn’t mine.
Walter de Ville x Wife!Reader
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Chapter 1: Revelations Come to Light
~Current Day in 2022~
~(Y/N) P.O.V~
           Long ago there was a period in my life when I was a restless sleeper. I would wander the halls of my ancestor's grand castle. Even now over four and a half centuries later that has not changed as I now glide through the halls of the De Ville Manor whilst steering clear of the evenings’ sun lit areas. It never harmed me, but it didn’t mean it was any less agitating to my sensitive skin. Ordinarily, my restlessness would be quite vexing for me, however, that feeling couldn’t help but be trumped by the excitement of the fact that Walter and I’s anniversary party was just a week and a half away. It was sure to be grand in every way with my Lord Love sparing no expense for our cherished day. Allowing me free reign over the celebration as usual.
‘Nothing but the best for my truest.’ he had confidently stated to me one night as we lounged on a chaise in his study talking about the upcoming date. Though not much was said after that, as we had just devoured our dinner, and I was feeling in a playful and wanton mood. A mood my beloved Master was all too willing to indulge me in, if his sharp smile of adoration was anything to go by. Speaking of my Lord Love, he shall be rather displeased if he wakes in our tomb, and finds that I am not by his side. He insisted from our first night as newlyweds that he and I would share our sleeping place as any Lord husband and his Lady wife would. I was certain Victoria’s face would tear open from her burning ire, at hearing this information, knowing he never intended to share such things with her or any other brides for that matter.
I sighed wistfully and turned before letting out a haunting shriek. Walter stood there with sleep filled eyes and a raised brow. “My truest, what are you doing awake? You must have your rest!”
I leaned against the balcony railing as I gripped it in my left hand and placed my right hand over my permanently stilled heart.
“My love, you frightened me,” I exclaimed in breaths of haunting of exasperation. “You know I have never been one for restful sleep and with all the excitement to be had, I fear I am even more so restless, my Lord Love.”
His face settled into one of sympathy as he beckoned me to his side, never being able to remain agitated with me for long. I practically leapt from my spot and glided over to him without hesitation. My white negligée swept around my feet with my body movement, and he earnestly enveloped me into his arms as I hugged myself to his side and delicately caressed the side of his face and neck. He nuzzles and caresses my hair as his strong hands stroked my back before leaning back to look upon my face and speak, “Well, seeing as it is almost time to rise for the evening, why don’t I have breakfast brought to my study for us to eat?”
I gave out a haunting moan of frustration and lightly stomped my foot, “But Master, I been locked away in this manor for weeks!” He sighed as he goes to speak, but I interrupt him as my eyes light up in a glowing golden hue and I gasp out a brilliant idea, “Why do we not go out for a hunt together. You have always loved when you and I terrorize a few most unfortunate souls in the village!”
Despite his irritation already slightly spiked by my interruption and slight brattiness, Walter takes it in stride and seeks to placate me, “Because the wolves are growing more confident in coming closer to our territory and I would be absolutely devastated if a single hair on my cherished queen’s head was hurt.”
I only proceed to pout at my feet as he rubbed his hands up and down my arms waiting for me to look at him. Once I cast my gaze up to him through my lashes he leans in with a playful twinkle to his eyes and whispered against still pouting lips, “besides you always insist on playing with your food, my truest.”
I let out an indignant squeak of protest which only prompted a heartily chuckle and a sensational quick kiss to my lips from Walter. “But Master—”
“(Y/N)!” I immediately shrank under the sternness of Walter’s voice. I dared to look at him and my face morphed into a crestfallen look as he gazed unwaveringly at me. “DO NOT argue with me on this matter! It is currently not safe for you outside these walls and therefore you will not leave this castle until the problem is dealt with. I will hear NO MORE of this! Do you understand me?”
I gazed back at the floor as I backed away from him, my golden irises welled to the brim with fresh tears. “Yes Master, I understand.” My voice cracking against my will. At seeing my fragile state Walter gave a regretful sigh whilst closed his eyes. Upon hearing my small haunted weeping, always seeming to echo like screams in his ears, he looked upon me hugging myself.
“My truest…please, do not cry. I did not mean to scared you. Do not be frightened by me, my truest.” I hear him speak gently. I slowly look up at him and he gave me an imploring and loving look. Knowing my mind, after so many centuries together, he goes to speak once more, “I am not angry with you, my truest. I could never be angry with you.”
He held out his hand for me to take and I cautiously crept by to him as my weeping quieted but continued to give off a haunting echo. I had seen his true anger many times. It was never directed at me, but it was nevertheless absolutely terrifying. He really only ever yelled at Victoria and others in the walls and on rare occasions, he would yell at Lucy. He seemed to always have little to absolutely no patience with any of them. He never yelled at me though, which is why I would take the blame for most of the mistakes that Lucy made as they were few and far between. I had sneaking suspicion that he knew but allowed me to protect Lucy since I seemed to personally favor her. Nevertheless, he mostly only spoke with sternness to get his point across, when it came to me.
Once I was within reaching distance, he pulled me back into his arms and placed a loving kiss to my temple, “My perfect little wife. My beautiful queen.” He sweetly cooes me, as he sways us gently. Finally, my weeping stops completely, and Walter calls out for Renfield to whom responded promptly.
“Have the food brought to my study. My queen and I will break our fast in there tonight.”
Renfield swiftly nodded before giving a bow to us, “Right away, my Lord. My Lady.”
He left almost as quickly as he came, and Walter gently ushers me to his study. Once inside he guides me to the plush Victorian sofa and sits with me in his lap and begins to softly wipe the tear stains from my glowing cheeks. I look at him for a moment before shifting my seated position and straddling his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and play with his hair.
I rest my forehead against his, “I am so sorry, my Lord Love. I didn’t mean to upset you in the slightest.” Shaking my head vehemently, as he gives a smile and pushes my hair from my face to see me better.
“I know, my truest. I am sorry I lose my temper. I hate to see you cry, more than anything, especially when I am the cause for such a crime.” He kisses me sensationally and I melt into his body with a satisfied wanton moan. Our kissing quickly grows more passionate, and I feel my hips begin to move of their own accord. My warm bare heat slide over his growing hardness trapped within the confines of his trousers. Walter breaks our kissing with a groan as his head leans back. I felt a moan release from my mouth in what can only be described as pornographic as I feel his hands grip my hips move them faster while lifting his hips to press harder against my heat.
“You’re so beautiful!” He moans, whilst looking at me with a heated heavy-lidded look. I keep eye contact with him as I feel my climax closing in, and I can tell by his moans his is closing in too. “My Lord!” I sighed. I could feel it, it was so close.
“Cum, my truest. Cum for your Master.” One of his hands sliding up my torso to caress my breasts before traveling up to my neck to grip it firmly but not too tight. I felt my core explode with heat as he did this. As he lets go of my neck and my head falls into his neck as I ride out my ecstasy. Once I come down, I then notice he hasn’t felt his release and so my hips pick up the pace and I whimper at the overstimulation of my clit. He shushes me soothingly and I move my head to begin licking his neck.
Receiving the hint, he gives a euphoric smirk and gives me more access to his neck. I place several open mouth kisses along the slope of his neck before finding the perfect spot. I slowly bite down and begin sucking as his body give a jerk and he lets loose a loud cry of pleasure. He quickly reaches his climax and hugs me tighter to his body before moving some of my hair and swiftly biting down. I release a muffled moan as he began drinking and closed my eyes in bliss.
All good things must come to an end though because not long after there is a sharp knock on the door of the study. Walter growls at the nuisance as I unlatch from his neck, and he releases mine. I sit up and give him a playful smile, my fangs coated with his blood. My mischievous eyes gleam as he gives me a loving look despite his annoyance at the interruption.
“Our food is here, my Lord Love.” I breathlessly gasped out with a haunting echo of excitement. He chuckled, and lightly spanked my bottom, before responding.
“Yes, just remember to not play with your food, my truest.”
I stand up on wobbly legs as I say, “You’ve been saying that for over four and a half centuries! I do not understand why you think tonight will be the night I give up my entertainment.”
He jokingly rolls his eyes before pulling me into a passionate kiss and summoning Renfield in.
‘Now the fun really begins.”
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multifandomsimagine · 2 years
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Imagine Walt creating a library for you in the mansion
"Walt, where are you even taking me?" You say with a laugh as you carefully followed his lead. With his eyes covering your eyes, you were clueless as to where he was taking you. You knew that you were both still in the De Ville estate because you had not gotten into the car and because you could hear Mr. Field giving some of the other house staff their instructions for the day. But that knowledge only made you feel more curious about the surprise Walt prepared for you. You had been with Walt for hundreds of years and with that much time to explore the De Ville estate, you practically had every nook and cranny of the mansion memorized. 
You could hear Walt chuckle from behind you. "It wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you now, would it?" He continued leading you through the estate, taking a series of twists and turns until he finally came to a stop. 
Uncovering your eyes, you were met with the sight of a door. Giving him a confused look, he only gestured for you to open the door. Stepping forward and taking the door's handle into your hand, you pushed it down and pushed the door open. Stepping inside, you were amazed to find a library inside. The once one-floor room had been made into two as floor-to-ceiling bookshelves covered the walls, each shelve filled to the brim with books. A spiral staircase could be found in the corner of the room and a rolling ladder connected the bookshelf to each other. From your place, you could see how each wall on both floors had its own rolling ladder. Nearing the closest bookshelf to you, your fingers brushed the spines of the books and you quietly read the titles. They were all books you had read before and loved that you had talked to Walt about along with some unfamiliar ones that piqued your interest. 
"Walt, this is amazing! I love it!" Rushing toward him, you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him which he wasted no time in returning. "How were you able to do this without me finding out?" 
"Well, I got lucky that you don't really go into this wing of the estate. Made pulling this whole thing together easier. Now you finally have a place to store and read all your books in." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Only the best for my wife."
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rebelliousstories · 1 year
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The movie may have sucked…
But that doesn’t mean that Thomas Doherty has to suffer.
New Character Unlocked: Walter De Ville
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And, how could I forget the brides.
Viktoria and Lucy have joined the party.
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*Request are open for all 3, separate or together!!*
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tawneybel · 23 days
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Imagine walking in on Walt cranking it to your completely SFW social media selfies.
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Headcanons for Being a De Ville Bride
Walter De Ville x Reader, Viktoria Clopstock x Reader, Lucy Billington x Reader
Warnings: Vampirism, Spoilers for the Invitation
Prompt: Ok bestie let me be real with you, I am STALKING the invitation tag. I saw it yesterday and was smitten with Victoria! Can we get a headcannon for being a sister wife with her?
Note: Oh me too bestie. LOVED it and haven’t been able to find any fics :( But yes absolutely you may. This’ll include Lucy as well! <3 Also this might be writing their dynamic as slightly more poly than is canon but idc lmao.
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At the tender age of 25, you were the youngest of Walter De Ville’s brides. The two of you had recently wed in what was the drama of the season and a weekend that would forever change your life. After all, it wasn’t every day you found out vampires were real.
Walt was very gentle with you, but had been so especially after his big dramatic reveal. You hadn’t so much as shed a tear, only took his hand and slid further into your seat while you absorbed the information.
He escorted you back to your bedroom himself, skeptical of the idea that you were taking it in such stride, but once you asked him to stay with you until you fell asleep, he knew you trusted him, and that you were at no risk of running off into the night.
Sure enough, the next morning, you met Walt, Viktoria, and Lucy for one of your final human breakfasts, at which you discussed your future.
Walt arranged for some of his workers to go back to your apartment and fetch the essentials you wanted for your…extended stay, and then, the girls helped you pick a dress for the ceremony.
Everything went pretty smoothly, all things considered, and you were now cemented into their family and, well, their eternal lives.
Lucy had welcomed you into their very non-traditional family before Viktoria had. She was very sweet, with her wide eyed optimism and open arms.
Meanwhile, Viktoria was optimistic, but kept her distance. She had seen so many people come and go from the De Ville manor, she wouldn’t be surprised if something happened that scared you off.
After the wedding, there was a reception with all three of the families present, drinking, dancing, and celebrating the fresh union. You and Walter shared a very romantic dance together, and afterwards, he was pleasantly surprised when Viktoria requested a dance with you as well.
You were a bit nervous. Of your three new spouses, Viktoria was the most intimidating, after all. She was incredibly graceful and balanced, though, now that you’d been through your transformation, you were becoming so as well.
“You look beautiful, darling. So glowing and fresh.” She told you, her voice as smooth as velvet, her fangs protruding somewhat from her row of otherwise straight, white teeth.
“Thank you. You’re…you’re absolutely stunning.” You confessed, a zing zipping through your chest when you said it, although your moment of uncertainty faded quickly when you saw the surprised grin overtake her features.
The two of you didn’t talk much after that, but the tone between you had shifted entirely. Her smile seemed warmer, more genuine.
After the festivities, Walt, Lucy, and Viktoria escorted you, for the first time, to the Master suite. It was more lavish than you could possibly imagine. There was a bathroom en suite, and dominating the large bedroom was a gigantic bed, perhaps the largest bed you’d ever seen in real life.
“(Y/N), my love, is it to your liking?” Walt asked, pulling your hand to his lips and kissing it slowly.
You nodded, walking into the room slowly. “It’s amazing. This is all so…amazing.” You shook your head in disbelief. “It all still feels like a dream.”
“Well, luckily, you are very much awake.” Walter’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind and he pulled your body against his. “Welcome to your new reality.”
After some late night wedding…festivities with the three of them, Lucy and Viktoria helped you into fancy silk pajamas and Walter pulled you into the large bed beside him, kissing you deeply before settling in slightly.
Lucy hesitated for a moment before climbing in beside you. “Is it alright if I put my arm around you?” She asked, her voice quiet and unsure. “I sleep better if I’m holding something…”
“Absolutely, Lucy. I love cuddling.” You reassured her, pulling her arm around you while you were snuggled into Walter’s side, Viktoria on his other, watching you with her fierce and beautiful gaze.
Walter chuckled, amused. “I really could not have chosen a better match, could I? You already fit right in, my love.”
And though she didn’t put it into words, Viktoria couldn’t help but agree with her husband. You would make a fine addition to their family indeed…
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bi-bard · 2 years
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Lovely Night - Walt Deville Imagine (The Invitation)
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Title: Lovely Night
Pairing: Walt Deville X Reader
Word Count: 945 words
Warning(s): none
Summary: (Y/n) spends their first night in the manor. Much to Walt's delight and (Y/n)'s nervousness.
Author's Note: There! I did it! Maybe my TikTok fyp will let me have peace now.
Is Walt out of character in this? Probably, but I wanted to write this so fuck it. (still haven't seen the film, be nice to me.)
Oh, and Happy Halloween!
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The first thing being around Walt taught me was that when it came to fight-or-flight, my response was fight.
He had a tendency to walk silently. Unless there were other people reacting to seeing him, I would never know when he would just kind of pop up.
That's why when a pair of arms wrapped around me with no warning while I was looking out one of the windows in Walt's room, I flinched and tried to turn around immediately.
"Shh," I heard Walt chuckle in my ear. "It's just me."
I let out a sigh as I relaxed. I slapped his hand lightly, hearing him chuckle.
"You know that you can't just pop up around me," I muttered.
He chucked again, pressing a kiss to the skin behind my ear. He hummed against my skin. I closed my eyes a bit, trying to calm any remaining nerves.
"You're nervous," Walt noted.
"You just scared me."
"(Y/n)..."
I continued staring out the window. Of course, I was nervous. I hadn't stayed overnight in the manor before. It felt weird the more I thought about it, but it simply never felt necessary before he had offered.
I had been trying to maintain a calm, happy air throughout the whole night. Through dinner, I had done pretty well. But now... I wasn't sure if it was being in his room or the idea of lying next to him for the night that made me so anxious. Probably both.
I felt a kiss touch the curve of my jaw.
"What's going through your mind," he asked quietly.
"It's nothing," I reached one hand up and touched the hair on the back of his head. "It's silly."
"Silly or not, I don't like seeing you worried," he replied. "I just want to help."
"I... I'm just nervous about tonight," I confessed. "I know I have nothing to worry about. I trust you. But I cannot shake the feeling in my stomach."
There was a brief moment where my confession hung in the air. I couldn't tell if it weighed as heavily on him as it did on me. I was embarrassed.
Walt stepped back, his arms falling away from me. I turned around when he did.
I was about to ramble out some apology when he reached out to touch my side, pulling me closer to him. I almost stumbled into him.
"What are you doing, Walt," I asked, forcing a chuckle.
His other hand took mine. "Dancing."
"Right now... here?"
He nodded.
"Why?"
"Well, my love," he moved his hand from my side just long enough to guide my free hand to his shoulder, "you seem very relaxed when we've danced together. I'm hoping the same effect will apply here."
I smiled. "Thank you."
He grinned back to me. "Nothing to thank me for."
There was something funny about dancing around a room with no music. No beat to follow or anything to fill the silence. I found myself just laughing quietly as Walt guided us through the space in the middle of the room.
I felt like every moment with him, I fell for him a little more. I wondered if he experienced the same thing I was. If he was, he hid it well. Always so calm and relaxed. Meanwhile, I almost hyperventilated when he first kissed me.
And he accepted my nerves like they were no burden to him. What I did to deserve feeling like this, I would never know. I was just happy to feel this way.
Walt slowed our dance to a stop. He walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge and smiling at me. I smiled back, walking to join him.
I stopped in front of him, waiting for him to speak.
He didn't.
He reached out and carefully pulled me forward a few steps.
He brought my hand up to his lips, watching me as he kissed the palm to the tip of each finger to the back of my hand. I grinned, my free hand moving to run through his hair. He smiled before moving to kiss my wrist.
"Is there anything else I can do to help make you more comfortable, my love," he asked.
I couldn't form a response as he kissed my wrist again. He hummed to me, an almost cocky grin pulling at his lips.
"Lay with me," he said. Not a question. Just an instruction.
I nodded.
He stood up, suddenly chest to chest with me.
Walt always was this mix of strange and enchanting. I think he liked it that way. Always leave some form of curiosity. Something for outsiders to latch onto. To constantly need to figure out.
He led me around the side of the bed. He pulled the covers back for me, letting me move onto the mattress first. Once my head relaxed onto the pillow, he crawled into bed next to me.
His hand cupped my cheek, smile growing as he ran his thumb along my skin.
"How are you feeling, my love," he asked softly.
"Good," I replied quietly. "Tired, but good."
Walt leaned over and kissed me gently, moving over closer to me under the covers. I reached up to rest my hands over his. I smiled into the kiss. Completely comfortable, completely peaceful.
At the time, I didn't know all of Walt's secrets.
Looking back on it now, I don't think I would've cared. By that point, all I wanted was him, no matter the cost. It was all so simple in my mind. He was the center of my attention. He always had been.
And I think we both adored it that way.
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Author's Note: Fun fact, there was a completely different plotline written, but I decided to scrap it because I was having trouble getting it to flow. I may write it if there's enough demand for it. It was a fun one, it was just taking a very long time.
Also, the spelling of this man's last name is gonna be the death of me.
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princessbettina · 1 year
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Tulips 🌷Walter Deville x Fem!Reader-The Invitation
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Summary: You go about your day each week, doing the things in which you enjoy (garden work outside in the garden you own in the cottage house you have) and even taking care of the mini farm in which you have that’s located across your cottage home) when one day, he sees you from a little bit away, he can’t take his eyes off you, that’s when he becomes your new secret admirer. He (aka Walter Deville) starts leaving little gifts for you in your garden that you take note of and one day, the time you and Walter meet brings a few surprises that you certainly didn’t expect in your life.
(A/N: This was originally going to be writen as a Female OC character paired with Walter story, but I changed my mind and thought writing it as y/n reader paired with Walter looked better. Y/N is the main female lead in this.
Also, there's a lot of use of the words "darling" and "my love" included in this. Mini warning as it gets a little intense towards the middle, but nothing spicy or violent happens.
This is similar to @bi-bard 's work on here. After reading her's, I got inspired to write my own version, or something similar. I love the one she wrote!
By no means, is this a remake or copy of her's. The one I wrote is inspired by the one she wrote.
I aplogize if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes in this.
I hope you all enjoy <3)
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It was always bright and sunny. No rain or cloud ever filled the sky, and when it did it was still peaceful to say the least. Each day of every week was pretty much the same. I would go to school, theatre school that is, then to work, and finally back home to my lovely cottage home. With everyday being beautiful outdoors, I took the opportunity to continue my garden work, which I became very passionate about.
My garden was filled with mainly flowers. From sunflowers to roses that perfectly lined up in a delicate row as one all around the garden.
A few steps away from my garden was my mini farm that did in fact have a couple animals living in it. A golden baby chick that was always waddling around, one pretty pink piglet, and a goose with fur white as snow.
Those animals were almost like my children. I adored taking care of them. That is exactly what I did every day when I came home from a busy day out each week.
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It was a new week when I had come back home from being at school and then work. I stepped outside to water the flowers in the garden when I began to feel as though I was being watched.
“I’m feeling someone’s presence, but there’s literally no one around me” I thought to myself, furrowing my eyebrows as I quickly glanced all around and behind me and even straight ahead, outside the wooden gate that separated my home from the other half, that lead to the hills and empty fields that lead to more beautiful emptiness in the cottage atmosphere in which I was in.
Not thinking much of it, I shook it off, shaking my head briefly and then returned to my garden work and then headed over to my farm to greet my lovely animal friends.
Unbeknownst to me, as I was walking to the farm, that’s when the same presence recurred again. A little ways away from the farm and my house, there he was. Kneeling down and hiding behind a tree that was next to the cobblestone filled pathway that anyone could walk on, passing through the neighborhood.
He studied my every move from when I glided out of my garden and over to my farm and then walked into it. I had no clue there was a person there.
The person who hid behind the tree liked what he was seeing and wanted to get to know me, but he didn’t exactly know how to make the move and strike up a conversation with me. A sudden idea came to his mind and quickly disappeared to wherever he lived, knowing just what to do to get my attention, hopefully.
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The next day rolled around and as soon as I got home and into my garden, I noticed something that wasn’t there before. Moving closer to it, I raised my eyebrow from curiosity when I saw a small golden key that looked like it could open a door, with a few tulips attached to it. I gently picked up the key and tulips and examined it for a few minutes in my hands.
“Why is there a key with tulips attached to it? This is difficult to understand" I asked myself.
Shrugging it off again, I walked back inside to my cottage home where I gently unwrapped the tulips from the key and placed them in a vase filled with water, letting them grow and show off their beauty in the inside of my home.
"Wow, that actually is really pretty." I thought to myself as I examined the tulips in the vase that was sitting atop my dining room table.
The day was finished and soon another began. I opened my door and glanced down and saw a small pile of tulips waiting for me to take them in.
I widened my eyes and covered my mouth with my hand as I quickly knelt down to pick up the flowers.
"What is happening here? This is starting to become creepy." I whispered to myself as I glanced down at the flowers quickly before looking around to see if someone nearby would confess that they sent the flowers.
No one was around. Great!
Quickly, I put the new set of flowers in the same vase with the first three and then headed to school and work for the day.
"It could be a quick mistake that the mailman made. Mix Ups in delivery are a common mistake that are easily fixable. Yes! That's gotta be it" I thought to myself while being at school.
This mysterious tulip situation was all that I could think about and focus on.
Nothing else. This was becoming an overwhelming distraction that I needed to stop thinking about.
I had to either find out who's behind this or put an end to it soon.
Hopefully the mysterious person would confess sooner rather than later.
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It was when I got home for the night when I noticed yet another thing that caught my eye right on the steps of my home.
Reaching my front steps, I knelt down and picked up this letter and with it were more tulips. Of course.
Furrowing my eyebrows in slight confusion as I began to read and try to understand the letter in which it read the following, "Greetings Y/N, you are cordially invited to the New Carfax Abbey manor to meet Walter Deville, the lord of the manor. He has taken an interest in meeting you. If you accept, the meeting is scheduled for tomorrow. Transportation will be provided. Best wishes.
P.s. bring the gold key"
I shook my head in slight disbelief. How was all of this happening so fast? I felt a sudden thrill because I knew I would soon find out and meet the one who sent the tulips. Whoever this Walter person is.
I couldn't help but giggle when the letter mentioned bringing the key, "I was wondering what the key was about."
I went inside and then proceeded to do my fun hobbies outdoors and took care of my animal friends.
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The day in which I had been waiting for had arrived. I looked out my window, pacing back and forth, kind of impatiently as I waited for my source of transportation. Whatever vehicle it would be.
Holding the gold key in my hands, a sudden knock on my front door was heard. I gasped softly and quickly scurried to the door and opened it and saw an older man standing a few feet away from my door.
"Are you miss Y/N, L/N?" The older man asked in a neutral, calm tone of voice and emotion.
"Yes, that is me, in the flesh. Are you Walter Deville?" I questioned quickly as the older man shook his head briefly.
"No. I'm the butler of the manor. You can call me Mr. Field. I've worked with Walter for many years." Mr. Field introduced briefly.
I nodded slightly.
"Come along now. Walter is expecting your arrival and wouldn't want to keep him waiting too much longer." Waved Mr.Field as he turned around and walked back to the black old fashioned Cadillac.
I quickly locked up my home and then followed suit to the car, thanking Mr. Field as he held open the car door for me as I got in.
Moments later, the drive to the manor began. My eyes loved and enjoyed the outdoor sights as we got closer to the manor. My heart beamed with excitement as we passed a few flower gardens that stood out in the green grassy open fields.
I got so wrapped up in the excitement of the flowers that I didn't realize we had arrived at the manor. Mr. Field helped escort me out of the car and seconds later, I found myself in awe while looking up at the manor that I stood before.
"Wow. This place is incredible" I whispered to myself, while admiring its beauty and mysteriousness for as much as I could before my thoughts of admiration were interrupted.
"Miss Y/N, I introduce to you the lord of the manor, Walter Deville." Announced Mr. Field as he motioned an arm to the man who walked down the steps and over to me with smooth, delicate, and quick steps who just so happened to be Walter Deville himself.
Walter was definitely not who I expected, but it was a pleasant surprise to say the least. "Thank you, Mr. Field for the introduction. I'll take it from here." Walter kindly said to Mr. Field as he quickly nodded his head and bowed and scurried away, leaving it to just be Walter and I.
"You must be Y/N? It's an honor to finally meet you" Said Walter as he smiled brightly. I smiled back, trying not to blush.
"That's me. It's nice to meet you too, Walter"
"Oh, please you can call me Walt, dear" Walt winked and smiled more. I widened my eyes and nodded. "Oh, why of course. It's nice to meet you, Walt"
Him and I smiled at each other for a few seconds more, the blush and heat growing on my face more and more. Walt then held out his arm and motioned for me to take his arm in mine, "Come along, dear. I think it's appropriate to show you a tour of the manor. I think you'll love it"
I smiled and wrapped my arm into his and followed his lead as we made it into the manor. The manor was even more breathtaking on the inside as well on the outside. Classic works of art or paintings that looked like art were displayed perfectly all throughout the manor.
Followed by this was a large beautiful cobblestone grand staircase that I found myself barely having time to really admire as I found Walt guiding me up the staircase and through a pathway that led to different rooms.
Walt showed me every room possible, from the kitchen to the grand library, which I thought was incredible.
As we were walking through the large open hallways, Walt glanced down at me and smiled softly, "I would be honored if you told me about yourself."
Glancing up at him, I smiled too and then gently shook my head, leaning it forward just a bit, "Oh okay. Uhmm, what would you like to know?"
"Anything. What do you enjoy doing for fun? Hobbies of any sort?" Walt replied, wiggling his eyebrows slightly as he continued to look at me.
I giggled and blushed, looking away from him briefly to relax my face. "Well, I enjoy performing, you know acting in plays, becoming characters that you normally would never be in reality." I firstly mentioned, looking back over at Walt as he remained quiet but was eager for me to continue talking.
"I guess I've always had a strong passion for performing ever since I was younger and being in my first play in school, Really helped set that goal for me. I should also mention that being outdoors, gardening in particular. I've always enjoyed planting flowers ever since I was child. It's another passion of mine if you will" I smiled more as I finished my long answer about myself.
Walt smiled as he nodded his head, showing me that he was listening. "Lovely answers, darling. It's refreshing to see those passions within you. Speaking of gardens, if you look out this window you'll see the manor garden out there. Please feel free to use it any time you wish."
My smile grew and grew as the excitement in me increased. I was becoming more and more speechless.
"I can assure you that there are plenty of tulips in the garden waiting for you, darling" Said Walt, with another charming wink my way.
I widened my eyes and gasped softly after putting the pieces of the days and even weeks before together. With the mysterious gold key to the tulips always showing up at my house.
Walt was the one who sent them.
"H-how did you know? Wait, you were the one who sent them? You sent the tulips, didn't you?" I asked, raising my eyebrow slightly.
Walt chuckled once more and nodded, "You are absolutely right, darling. I did send you those things."
"I honestly never would have guessed. But why did you send them, Walt?" I asked softly as I gently crossed my arms in a neutral way, staring back at Walt.
"I happened to be in your neighborhood and let's just say that you caught my eye but I didn't know how to talk to you before that, so sending the tulips was my way of communicating. I knew you'd like them. Any flower really. You can say that I was your secret admirer" Said Walt, smiling even more brightly than before.
How was any of the things I'm hearing coming out of his mouth possible? My mind couldn't comprehend the fact that I did in fact have a first secret admirer. Growing up, that was something I struggled with not having. I wasn't the type that people crushed on or liked me back if I felt that way towards them.
Learning to accept that fact was indeed a hard pill to swallow, but over time, I got used to it. Knowing that Walt (maybe) had a crush on me, sent shock waves all through my body of adrenaline.
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On the next (last) stop in our tour, I found myself raising my eyebrow in slight confusion as Walt and I stood in front of a door in which I had no clue as to what was behind it.
Walt turned around and glanced at me for a second, taking both my hands into his, "May I have the key please, darling?" He kindly asked while pursing his lips slightly that fell into a smirk.
Getting lost in his beautiful and mysterious expressions and features, I nodded quickly while stumbling out for words. I removed one of my hands from his briefly to retrieve the key that was in my pocket.
After handing it to him, he let go of my hand to turn and face the door as he inserted the key into the door in which it just so happened to unlock the room.
Brilliant.
Walt quickly glanced at me once more while unlocking the door, smirking that instantly caused me to blush. I giggled and my eyes fell to the ground for a moment, then back up when Walt held the door open for me, leading me inside.
The room was pitch black for a few moments, which caused me to furrow my eyebrows and my heart rate to increase slightly because I could'nt see a thing, that's how dark it was, "What is this place, Walt?" I asked out loud, hoping Walt would respond.
"You'll see, darling." Walt replied with a small giggle. A faint whooshing noise was heard and suddenly there was light in the entire room which revealed what the room was.
Seeing the audience chairs and large stage took my breath away. I knew exactly where we were, what this room was as I instantly loved it. I couldn't help but smile.
"Do you like it?" Walt asked softly, smiling at me. I quickly nodded and continued to smile back at him.
"Yes. Yes I do. It's magnificent. You have an auditorium fit for performers like me and fit for hosting performances in your mansion"
Walt chuckled at my reaction, "I had a strong feeling you might be pleased with it. You are always more than welcome to use it anytime, darling"
I smiled at the sound of that. A silence was heard for a few brief moments, until I heard Walt begin to speak again.
"What drew you to performing?"
I looked up at him and smiled, as my mind raced quickly to think of an answer that wouldn't sound boring or repetitive to him. "Oh uhmm, I guess ever since being in grade school and taking the drama classes there and being in the drama club really sparked my interest. Being on that stage alongside my friends as we pretended to be characters that we're usually not was a lot of fun for me." I said softly while smiling, my heart began to race, hoping that I didn't say too much to Walt.
He smiled and nodded his head while still looking at me, "Good answer. I think it brought a lot of happiness to your friends that you feel that way."
I nodded too while chuckling. "You're too kind. I really appreciate that, Walt."
"This auditorium, along with the garden is yours, darling. Everything in the manor here is yours. I hope I'll someday get to see you perform." Stated Walt as he playfully smirked again, causing me to blush uncontrollably.
"Perhaps you could even teach me how to perform." Walt suggested, which made me furrow my eyebrows in a playful way as a giggle escaped my lips.
"You really want acting lessons from me? I mean, I could give it a try,but I'm not an acting coach" I giggled playfully while clasping my hands together while looking at Walt.
"You and I just met, taking lessons from a complete stranger isn't ideal. Besides I don't think I'm very good at performing anyway" I admitted, slowly turning my head away from him for a second.
Walt shook his head in disagreement, "I don't think that's true. Give it time, I'm sure you'll feel like you and I have known each other a lot longer. You shouldn't doubt yourself on something you're passionate about. Please for me?" Walt said with softness in his voice.
I turned back to face him and blushed after hearing everything he just told me. I had no idea what to say. I glanced down at the floor for a moment, then back at Walt.
"I think that can be arranged, Walt. But I am curious though, why do you have this beautifully built performing auditorium if you don't use it?" I asked curiously. Walt pursed his lips playfully again.
"If you can believe this, when I was child, I too was a big fan of the arts. That goes for all art forms like painting, pottery, musical, and theatre. There was one instance where I found myself standing on a stage alone like this one here," Walt motioned over to the stage that was a few steps away from us.
"There was no crowd but seeing the empty chairs and imagining what an actual crowd of people would be like for me made me fascinated in that art form. Unfortunately, I knew I wasn't good at performing, my skills weren't there. I know yours are though, that's why I want you to teach me, darling" Said Walt, as he gently grabbed hold of my hands and led me to the middle of the stage, where he and I leaned against, standing next to one another.
Hearing everything that Walt said made my heart flutter. I think I was starting to fall more for Walt. I hope he will be there to catch me when I make my final leap.
"All of what you said is extremely heartwarming, Walt. I want to teach you, but we still literally met today. Wouldn't you want to get to know me for a bit longer? You know, for a few more days at least?" I asked while fiddling with my fingers as Walt chuckled softly.
"Within these few hours of spending with you has made me already feel like we both know each other. Can't you feel the connection, darling?" He asked in a soft tone while slowly leaning towards me.
I could start to feel my face start to burn from blush when he got closer to me. All I could do was nod my head, my mind was spinning. What was Walt doing? Was what I thought going to happen next?
"Y-yes I think I'm starting to feel it, Walt. I think I've come to the conclusion that you're really great." I smiled as my eyes glanced down at the ground for a second. My eyes picked back up when I felt Walt's hands gently on top of my cheeks, causing me to blush once more.
"I also think you're really great too, darling." Walt softly replied as his hands gently caressed my face, his thumb gently rubbed against one part of my face, causing my heart to beat extremely fast.
Walt kept leaning forward, the tips of our noses touched as his lips were centimeters away from mine. "May I kiss you, darling?" He asked softly. I nodded my head and felt my heart want to leap out of my chest.
"Yes" I quickly whispered. Walt closed his eyes and gently pressed his lips to mine, kissing me which I had never ever experienced before. I wanted this magical feeling to last for as long as possible. This wasn't what I expected to feel as my first kiss, but it was one that I was head over heels for, instantly loving it, trying to hold onto the feeling forever.
As the kiss deepened, Walt had gently rested his hand atop of my arm when I felt what felt like him poking and pinching my arm and the skin around it. I gently pulled away from the kiss and gasped softly after feeling the pinching.
"Hey? What was that for?" I hissed while grabbing hold of my upper arm and then furrowed my eyebrows up at Walt.
"I am so sorry, my love. I didn't mean to do that on purpose. I guess I got too ahead of myself there." He admitted with a slight chuckle. His hands were holding mine briefly.
Taking one of his hands, I lifted it up and examined it as my eyes widened when I saw and studied these bright red monster-like claws that took over his human fingernails. What was going on here?
I furrowed my eyebrows once more up at Walt as I still held his hand, "W-what are these, Walt?"
Walt took a deep breath as he looked straight into my eyes, "Now, my love please believe me when I say it's nothing to worry about. Not even to be afraid of either. I can reassure you that I will never use them to hurt you in any way." His hand is still holding mine.
I tried slowly backing out of his grasp but he didn't budge. Acknowledging my attempt to escape, Walt remained calm as his thumb rubbed against the top of my wrist, hoping that would calm me down.
Of course it did.
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I would have fought more but I had no idea what Walt was capable of and I really didn't want to get on his bad side. Taking a few deep breaths as I relaxed in his touch. My mind began to spin again. I had no idea what to think of it all.
My body was filling up with both fear and adrenaline, like heavy waves of water crashing along the shore rapidly.
"Are you afraid, my love?" Walt asked quietly. I glanced up at him while shaking my head, "I'm not afraid. Of course not."
Walt gently let go of my hand, which allowed me to pull back and hold on it with my other hand, near my chest.
"Y/n" Walt began with a calm but stern tone while walking to the other side of me and the stage.
"I can sense a little bit of fear in you. You don't have anything to fear, I am not going to hurt you. You are going to be just fine with me, under my protection, darling."
There was a slight pause, I was still trying to understand it all. Nothing was ringing any familiar bell in my brain. Walt and I locked eyes with one another, "What are you?" I asked in a soft whisper.
Walt leaned towards me for a moment while smirking, and that's when I could feel the heat grow on my face just a little bit again, the same as before the secrets were revealed.
"Why don't I just show you,darling." Walt quickly replied and smirked a little bit more for a moment, which then turned into him opening his mouth, revealing and showing his two pointed and sharp vampire fangs.
The heat on my face grew when my eyes saw his fangs. I covered my mouth with my hand for a brief moment.
"Y-you're a vampire?" I asked in a soft tone. Walt smirked again while closing his mouth and nodded.
My whole life I've always been fascinated with the concept of vampires. But that was always in stories and films. I was told that vampires don't exist.
Man, was I wrong! But I think it's horrifyingly cool in reality.
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"My love, you're a part of the family now. I strongly believe that one day, very soon, you'll be a vampire like me, too." Asserted Walt as he gently held my hands once more. I widened my eyes and was taken back by the powerful statement he said.
"I'm sorry what? Me, be a vampire like you?" I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows up at Walt as he simply nodded at me once more.
I shook my head in disapproval, "I think this is all amazing and breathtaking, Walt but I don't think I have what it takes to be a vampire. I'm so sorry." I pulled my hands away from him and began to walk towards the auditorium doors. Walt stood where he was, watching me walk away with slight worry in his eyes.
I only made it inches away from fully exiting when I was stopped right in front of Mr. Field. "Oh, hi again Mr. Field. Would it be alright if you took me home now?" I asked, hoping he would follow through.
Mr. Field shook his head, "Apologizes Miss Y/n, but I am unable to do that request."
I closed my eyes and brought my hands to my chest, fighting back and holding back my tears that I felt forming in my eyes. I slowly turned back around to see Walt, but he was gone.
I didn't hear or see him leave. This was confusing. Furrowing my eyebrows at the empty spot in which Walt stood once before, I quickly turned my head and body back towards the door, attempting to leave the auditorium when I gasped loudly.
"My love,please don't leave. This is your home now. I promise you my full protection. You are completely safe with me. I will not hurt you." Walt softly assured me as he magically appeared right in front of me, resting his hands on my arms that were held in front of me, fighting to not get too close to him.
"Please just listen to me. Please, darling" Walt cried out, getting me to stop and stand still, taking deep breaths as I looked into his eyes. He rested his hand atop of my shoulder.
"What about my home? My school and work? I have a family who I care about very much. I need to go back to them sometime soon" I questioned softly. My heart and mind burned while awaiting his response.
"Your family can visit you anytime. You don't have to say goodbye to them, darling. You don't have to say goodbye to that life. Everything will remain the same." Said Walt, reassuring me again. He began rubbing my shoulder with his thumb briefly.
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I closed my eyes once more and felt a few tears start to fall down my cheeks. I was totally overwhelmed by everything I was being told. I wanted to go through it, but I was terrified of the whole transformation process.
"Hey, hey, hey. Y/n, it's okay. You're safe with me." Walt softly spoke against my ear and planted a kiss on my cheek.
His kiss on my cheek began to sooth my scared emotions down. I blushed as his lips remained on my cheek for a few brief moments, "I am being totally truthful and honest with you, my love. Please believe me. I wanted to tell you right away, instead of keeping it a secret and having you find out on your own." Walt admitted as he kissed my cheek once more before gently holding my chin with the tips of his fingers.
I continued to take deep breaths and nodded my head. I guess this is a childhood dream come true for me. Meeting a real vampire,falling in love with him, and becoming a vampire myself has always fascinated me.
What? It's true! Haha
All in all, I don't care about the secrets of what Walt is and what lies within the manor. All I truly care about is Walt and being with him everyday, and being under his wing.
I glanced up and into Walt's eyes as he looked into mine, a small smile began to show upon my face, "Walt. I thought about it and I changed my mind. I think being alongside you and being a vampire is okay to me. It's not so bad anymore. I'll stay, I promise."
Walt smiled brightly after hearing what I told him, "Yes? You will? That's wonderful, love. Thank you!" He pulled me in for a warm hug as I hugged him back, resting my head on his shoulder and blushed when I felt his lips kiss my neck gently.
From this happy and romantic time, Walt politely waved Mr. Field off, allowing him to leave and go about his business. He did just that, bowing before Walt and I and then exiting out of the auditorium.
"You are in complete and safe hands with me, like I previously mentioned. Oh and welcome home, my love." Said Walt as he winked my way, causing me to blush again. He then magically held out a tulip that he held behind his back and handed it to me.
I smiled and giggled softly as I took the tulip from him and thanked him for it by giving him a kiss on his cheek.
I swear I saw a tint of blush appear on his face that made my heart flutter with excitement. Oh what a thrilling time to be alive!
-the end!
I hope you all enjoyed my very first Walter 'Walt' Deville fanfic! It was tons of fun to write. There will be more of Walt to come from me soon, I promise! <3
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Eternity (Walter DeVille | The Invitation)
Summary — Walt’s jealousy shines through.
Warnings & Other Tags ➳ There’s something about this man that really makes me want to write smut; mentions of vampirism (including biting, blood, etc.); mentions of jealousy; cursing; Google Translate is a gem (Latin... because, well, vampires).
Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,558. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her). ➳ Translations for Latin words and phrases are at the end of this work. ➳ Special thanks to Yoshino for brainstorming this idea with me. You’re one in a million!
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His gaze burned into you, dark and brooding.
Walt’s lips were drawn into a line, sealed closed in an effort to hide his annoyance. He tightly clutched the champagne glass in his hand. Next to him, Viktoria cast amused glances between the two of you with a smirk. Lucy, however, was entertaining guests, far too busy to notice the tension. 
“He’s quite handsome,” mocked Viktoria, ignoring the way Walt’s sharp glare snapped to her.
“Must you make me angrier than I already am?”
Viktoria chuckled in response to his question. Other than that, she remained silent, nursing her own drink as she went to join Lucy. If he wanted to wallow in misery, then she would let him.
Walt’s eyes returned to you. The man standing before you was some tall, aristocratic stranger. With blond hair and a perfectly fitted suit, the man had been brought along by the Billingtons. And while Walt hadn’t even spoken to him all evening, he hated him.
He watched as the man brought a smile to your face with what Walt assumed to be foolish jokes. The distance between the two of you was miniscule. Tugging at the thin strap of your dress, you meet Walt’s gaze over your shoulder. 
Walt could feel heat rising within himself as a smirk made its way onto your lips. He shook his head at you with narrowed eyes, but that only made your grin widen. You gave your husband a once-over before returning your attention to the stranger. 
Walt had never been good at hiding his jealousy. You, meanwhile, had always been the wife who enjoyed testing his patience the most. You knew what you were doing to him.
And as his champagne glass developed a small crack within his tight grip, Walt decided it was time to adjust that arrogant façade of yours. 
He put the glass aside, shoved a hand deep into his pocket, and moved in your direction. His other hand corrected his tie before trailing along your back, drawing your focus to him just as his palm came to rest upon your shoulder.
“I need your help with something, my love,” he said, fully ignoring the unknown man. “Come with me?” 
He tightly squeezed your shoulder. Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were dark and his jaw was clenched. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying your best to feign innocence with a tilt of the head. You quickly bid the Billingtons’ guest goodbye and allowed yourself to be led away. 
The cool breeze of night wasn’t the only thing that sent shivers along your spine. Rounding a corner, you gasped as Walt shoved you against the manor’s stone wall.
“Foeda meretrix!” he sneered, towering over you with sinister intent. “You think you can fool me with your tricks?”
To a stranger, the situation might have appeared concerning. The lord of the manor pinning his lover against a wall, hidden deep within the shadows, with an angry expression on his face. To you, however, your position was anything but.
“It seems that I already have,” you shrugged. “You’re here, aren’t you? Or should I return to my previous company? He was so entertaining.”
Walt paused. His eyes narrowed at your carefree attitude, irritated by the sly grin that spread across your lips. In a flash, his fangs were bared and his chest was pressed flush against your own. 
He breathed deeply, taking in your scent as his nose traced over your skin. You bit your lip and closed your eyes when he released a low groan. His hands were pressed against the wall, leaving your body trapped in his embrace. 
“Entertainment? Is that all he provided?” he chuckled.
One of his hands placed itself beneath your jaw and slowly tilted your head to the side. He then began trailing kisses along your exposed neck, allowing you to feel the scrape of his threatening fangs. 
“Think of what I have given you.” 
His other hand trailed along the wall. You couldn’t stop a quiet gasp from escaping you when it wrapped around your body. Walt grinned through his kisses as he pulled you closer to him. Your hands wrapped themselves around him as well, one of them weaving itself into his dark hair and tugging harshly. 
“And what’s that?”
He paused again. The smile on his lips was evident in his tone as he whispered, “Aeternum.”
“You can speak your dead language all you want,” you huffed, nearly rolling your eyes as he continued applying kisses to your skin. “I still have no idea what you’re saying.” 
“Eternity,” he cooed, translating so that you could understand. “It will be you and me.” 
Your mouth fell open and your grip dug into his clothing. The feeling of blood cascading along your neck took you by surprise. Walt usually wouldn’t bite you so soon in moments like this. You loved to watch him become desperate.
His hips grinded against your own, allowing you to feel the way his pants strained around him. You quickly got to work on freeing him from his layers. Your back arched as he continued indulging himself on your blood, both of his hands pulling you as close as possible.
Walt’s tie was the first thing to disappear, falling to the ground, before you began to unbutton his shirt. Your hands then began exploring the expanse of his torso. He groaned, finally ripping his fangs from your flesh. He tried to soothe the wound with his tongue while he took off his belt and unzipped his pants.
“Tam dulcis,” he muttered. “Tu semper gustas tam dulce mihi...”
Slowly, you kissed down the length of his neck, ignoring his mumbles. Walt’s hands rested upon your shoulders, unsure of where to put them as your affection traveled down his chest and stomach. He watched with hooded eyes as you kneeled before him. You tugged at his clothing and freed him from his constraints.
His head tilted back and his mouth fell open in pleasure. His large hands landed on your temples, searching for a way to help your movements. Walt groaned at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his thick cock.
His fingers grasped at you. With a sharp thrust, his cock hit the back of your throat. Your eyes widened in surprise and your hands quickly gripped his thighs as he took control.
Walt’s thrusts were rough. Not to mention, you were sure that every guest could hear his loud, pleasured moans.
You gagged with every thrust of his hips, barely able to keep up with him. His balls slapped against your chin. Tears welled in your eyes from lack of air.
Walt could feel warmth building within him. His hips stuttered. With a final thrust, he shoved his cock to the back of your throat, pressing your nose against his warm skin.
You slapped at his thighs, gagging and aching to breathe again. Walt’s eyes rolled back as he held you against him until his pleasure finally hit its peak.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
His cum shot down your throat in bursts. You swallowed as best as you could before he let you pull away. His hands remained on your temples as you gasped for air. He panted heavily, staring down at you and stroking your skin with the pads of his thumbs.
Slowly, he ventured to where your hands rested against his thighs. His fingers grasped at your wrists, tugging you to stand once more. He placed your arms around his neck. Your fingers immediately delved into his soft hair.
His lips met yours in a rough kiss. Meanwhile, his hands busied themselves with hiking up your dress. Your grip on him tightened as he came to a pause. He pulled away from the kiss, looking down at the space between you.
With his fangs out and pupils blown wide, he grinned darkly, “No underwear? So you planned this?”
He moved closer, trapping you between his strong body and the stone wall of the manor. His sharp fangs grazed over your neck. You gasped at the feeling of his fingers delving into you. 
Walt smirked when he felt how wet you had become. While his fingers pumped in and out of your center, his thumb massaged your clit. He watched as your expression shifted into one of pleasure. His eyes examined the open wound he had created on your neck earlier, smirking to himself in amusement.
You whined as his fingers left your aching center. However, you didn’t have time to complain before Walt lifted one of your legs around his waist. Your eyes quickly followed his downcast gaze.
You bit your lip in anticipation at the sight before you. Walt’s free hand stroked his cock. The tip leaked with precum, swollen and red. A prominent vein made its own appearance along the side.
And with your legs spread, you were his for the taking.
The tip of his cock met your slick. His lips collided with yours in another kiss as he finally breached your entrance. His forehead landed against your shoulder, mouth agape as he panted at the feeling of you clenching around him.
His fingertips ran over your thigh while his free hand came to rest on your back. His sharp claws were almost digging into your skin. He bared his fangs as his jaw clenched.
“Hoc maturum cunnum...” he muttered, groaning as he kissed your neck. “Fuck, you feel wonderful, my love.”
You opened your mouth to respond, only to let out a loud cry, “Oh!”
Walt’s skin met yours with every slow, rough thrust. He couldn’t resist the urge to sink his fangs into your flesh once more. You could feel blood trailing over your skin as he drank your metallic taste with deep moans.
As he took in the taste of you, Walt felt his self control slowly slipping away. His claws finally pierced your skin, creating wounds that would need some attention later. He was aglow with sweat beneath the manor’s outside lighting.
You took pleasure in his animalistic nature. His grunts and moans were music to your ears. Your hands weaved through his hair, tugging sharply. The sound of skin against skin rang through the air. His thrusts left you gasping for air.
“Walt!” you moaned. “Please!”
He ripped his fangs away from your neck. Instead, he glared into your eyes, lips stained red as his pace only grew faster. The manor’s stone wall was harshly scratching against your back each time he shoved himself back into you.
“You know, I wonder if all those people can hear you take my cock,” he chuckled, still panting as he pressed himself closer. “Do you think they can hear you beg for it?”
His strokes were growing sloppy. Heat was pooling within you. His words had only made your folds become more slick. The thought of Walt’s guests overhearing your sensual encounter made everything feel more intense.
“I’m sure that pathetic excuse for ‘entertainment’ wishes that he were in my place right now,” he continued. “How does it feel? Knowing that everyone can hear you, my sweet, precious wife, being nothing but a cocksleeve for me?”
“Walt—!”
“Walt! Oh, please, Walt!” he mocked, laughing at your desperation. “You’re mine, aren’t you? Tell me!”
It was so hard to concentrate with his hips still pounding against you. Yet, you still found the capability to respond, “Yes! Yes, I’m yours! All yours!”
“Fucking perfect for me,” he growled, pressing his forehead to yours. “Cum with me, my love!”
You nodded, panting with a slack-jawed expression. A wave of pleasure washed over you. Shivers made their way along your spine as you came around your husband’s cock.
Walt’s eyes traveled downwards. He grinned as he watched your wetness gush around him. Biting his lip, he shoved his hips firmly against you, holding you in place as he painted your walls white.
His eyebrows furrowed as he pulled out. You could feel his thick release pouring out of you. You quickly gripped at the fabric of his shirt, head tilting back and whimpers escaping into the night air.
Walt had taken his cock into one of his hands with an arrogant smile. He slapped the mushroom-shaped head against your entrance, listening to your quiet pleas. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he came to a realization.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled, softly kissing your temple. “Adhuc dura sum.”
You whined, “Walt—”
“Turn around.”
His demand was quickly followed by his hand finally releasing your thigh. He grasped your ribcage, twirling you away from him. Your eyes met the manor’s stone wall. Your hands pressed against the rough exterior, searching for some semblance of balance since Walt clearly wasn’t done with you.
The bottom of your skirt was quickly shoved up and out of his way. He then hit your bare skin with a loud SMACK! Upon hearing your surprised yelp, he rubbed his large palm over the area and kissed your shoulder as an apology. 
He reached down to grasp his swollen cock. You couldn’t stop yourself from groaning at the feeling of the head repeatedly slapping against your clit. With his lips trailing over your skin, you could feel Walt’s smile growing as he listened to your pleasured sounds. 
As soon as he buried himself within you for the second time, he began thrusting at an almost overwhelming pace. He held onto your sides and used his harsh grip to tug you back and forth on his cock. His hips collided with your backside with every thrust. You were that there would be bruises on your flesh by the next morning.
You could barely keep up with him. Sweat trickled along your skin, despite how cool the nighttime air was. Walt panted heavily, hunched over you, seeking another climax.
Although he was still hard, both of you were still sensitive from the previous round. Walt gritted his teeth, eyes focused on where he was pounding into you from behind. He was practically rearranging your insides. 
You could feel another orgasm building within you. There was no way his guests couldn’t hear the two of you at this point. Not with the loud cries of pleasure that escaped your throat, despite any efforts to contain them. Not to mention, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the dark.
Cock twitching and aching within you, Walt growled, “Take it, darling! I’m cumming! Take all of me!”
Another climax took over his body. As his release flooded into your tight walls, your own orgasm followed suit. Walt grinned as you came over his thick cock. His thrusts slowed, though he continued to fuck his load into you, desperate to have you dripping with his cum.
He wrapped his arms around you, tugging you away from the wall. Your back was flush against his chest. His lips trailed kisses over the available skin of your neck.
Your eyebrows furrowed when you suddenly felt his thrusts building up once more. Your hands tightly wrapped around his. He was grinning against you as his pace began to slowly increase.
Twitching from overstimulation and laughing quietly, you muttered, “Walt! Wasn’t that enough? How long are we going to keep this up?”
“It’s like I said, my love,” he chuckled, hips grinding heavily into your backside, “eternity will be you and me...”
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Latin Translations, In Order of Use: ➳ “Foeda meretrix!” — “Foul whore!” ➳ “Aeternum.” — “Eternity.” ➳ “Tam dulcis... Tu semper gustas tam dulce mihi...” — “So sweet... You always taste so sweet for me...” ➳ “Hoc maturum cunnum...” — “This ripe cunt...” ➳ “Adhuc dura sum.” — “I’m still hard.”
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Forever and Always My Truest- Prologue
A/N: I’m back! You guys, it’s been a hell of a ride these past couple of years. I just decided one day that I was finally ready to go to college and flash forward a few years and i’m so close to having my Bachelors degrees in Psychology and Pre-Law! Anyways, I know there’s a lot of back and forth about whether the newly released 2022 movie The Invitation is good or bad, but I honestly really like it. You can’t go just by me though, cause i’m a whore for 70′s, 80′s and 90′s slashers! Yeah honey, I born a y2k baby and grew up watching horror movies like that😂 anyways lets go!
Requested? No😭 I think this is actually the first reader insert imagine or general imagine/one-shot for this movie. Hopefully, I won’t be the only one posting for The Invitation cause I really want to read other writer’s work and takes on the fandom!
Word Count: 1,650k-ish
Summary: Lady (Y/N) de Ville has been Lord de Ville’s favored bride for more than four and a half centuries. She is Walter’s beloved and cherished wife in every way. Lady Viktoria and Lady Lucy holding title and image of being one of Dracula’s brides strictly for power and connections, so that Lord Walter can provide (Y/N) and himself an eternity fit for a king and his treasured Queen. The Alexander Bloodline threaten Dracula’s goals of obtaining and maintaining control and power for (Y/N) and himself. Until the Alexanders are finally able to produce a long-lost daughter of their waning bloodline, Evelyn Alexander. As much as (Y/N) wants it to work out as well and easy as it did with Lady Lucy’s transition into bride-hood, she understands and respects that Evie is an entirely different breed of woman. Can (Y/N) save her husband and sisters before it’s too late? She wasn’t his first bride, but she will be his last bride in the end. No matter if that is by the end of this wedding or by the end of eternity.
Warnings: dub-con, forced marriage, polygamy, light NSFW, possible Stockholm syndrome?, obsessive/possessive behavior, Yandere-ish Walter de Ville, slight exhibitionism, descriptions of exhibitionism, dom/sub relationship—warnings to be added. Let me know if I missed anything.
18+ MINORS DNI!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! I DON’T NEED TO GET IN TROUBLE BECAUSE YOU’RE A MINOR READING STUFF YOU KNOW VERY WELL YOU SHOULD NOT BE READING!!! THANX
Disclaimers: I do not own The Invitation or any of the characters within the movie. You know what is and isn’t mine.
Walter de Ville x Wife!Reader
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Prologue
~453 years and 7 months before present day 2022~
           ~(Y/N) P.O.V~
The dark corridors were lit by torches lining the walls, leading straight to heavy ornate wooden doors. I stood before the doors with my father, shaking with nerves as I let out a breathless sigh, before gathering the courage to look towards the handsome matured lord.
“Papa…what if he decides that he doesn’t want me?” She softly inquired. The man quietly laughed, with pure amusement shading his golden eyes. Those ethereal golden eyes a signature trait of the Castellan bloodline descendants.
“My dearest (Y/N), how could he not desire you above all others?” He sweetly cooed, seemingly so certain of his words. Still I cast papa an uncertain look and he softly sighed before fixing me with a gentle stare.
“Little one…the Master has never selected a bride before. Yet, he himself specifically chose you to be his wife, did he not?”
The man gave out an inquiring hmm as he gazed softly at me. I let a slight smile crack through my composed face. ‘Never let them see what you truly feel or think’ I mused to myself; ‘I suppose I can let my papa see though.’
Papa smiled brightly in the softly lit walls.
“Such a stunning young lady.” My papa states proudly. He’s always been a proud man, especially when it comes to me, his only daughter.
I am not the only girl from my ancient noble bloodline, but I was the only one out of all the young eligible ladies of my family, that received the Master’s immediate undivided attention. He did not seem to care at all for his bride Lady Viktoria, even as she stuck close to him practically breathing down his neck. He seemed vexed and annoyed in fact. Constantly sending her away to do something else, so that he and I could have privacy.
The master was a intimidating presence to say the least. He was tall and deliciously handsome, but a dark and dangerous look always seemed to dominate his angelic face. However, not with me. ‘Never with me.’ I thought wistfully. When he’s with me he’s soft, loving, patience, kind, understanding, funny, playful, and the list goes on. Truly shocking sites to bear witness to at first, considering all the horrors that I’ve heard people to dare whisper through the halls of my family’s castle about the Master.
I was pulled from my mind wandering state by a delicate wanton message. It called to me, washing my entire body with heat and desire.
“I belong solely to you, my truest. Soon you shall belong to me”
‘My Lord Love.’ A relaxed smile blossoming across my shining lips as my eyes slipped shut to bask in his voice.
“It is time, my dearest (Y/N)” I hear my papa’s voice.
My eyes snapped open to zero in on my papa’s face and I take in his knowing look. He knows, as he’s seen first hand the deep affections the Master holds solely for me. Papa knows he won’t have to worry for me. He knows I’ll flourish by my Lord Love’s side. He knows. He knows. He knows.
I straighten my posture and face as the doors begin to open to the night church. There he stands, so regal and handsome. Dark brown hair styled to perfection and the bluest of blue eyes that exploded with light as he lays them upon my queenly figure. He large smile stretches across his face as he locks his sight and attention on me.
I begin the slow march down the darken aisle between the pews of important lords and ladies. I can see my family and members from the other three prominent families. I see Lady Viktoria in all her jealousy and envy. ‘Certainly, no one wears desperation and jealousy the way your do Viktoria.’ I snicker away in mind, with genuine amusement.
My internal laughter is joined by the master’s laughter not a moment to soon. My eyes cut back to his, only for me to bear witness to a large smirk and the loud mischief lurking in his beautiful irises. ‘Behave, my truest.’ He teased inside my head.
‘I would have thought my master would like my naughtiness?’ I quipped, immediately receiving a pleasure full growl back as I finally stand before him. He gazes at me for a long moment before his eyes harden towards my papa. He wants papa to hand me over quickly, and thankfully my papa takes the silent demand in stride.
My papa guides my body to up the 2 steps to my lord and I hastily stretch my hand out, and the master snaps his hand out to clasp mine softly, yet tightly in his hand. His pulls my body up against his side and nuzzles his nose into my right temple, his lips just barely caressing my hairline. I relax and lean into the intimate display of affection before he slowly pulls back. He lets out a pleased sigh as he looks to the priest and gives the man a commanding nod to commence with the vows.
“Do you, Lord Walter De Ville, take Lady (Y/N) Castellan to be your lady and wife; commencing from this day forth for all eternity?” The priest asked.
“I do, absolutely.” He longingly states, whilst gazing into my golden eyes with unadulterated rapture.
“And do you, Lady (Y/N) Castellan, take Lord Walter De Ville to be your lord and husband; commencing from this day forth for all eternity?”
“I do, with all my heart.” I saying without any trace of hesitation, my damp golden eyes never straying from Walter’s intense stare.
Walter smiles at me as he releases my hand from his, to quickly drag his left index claw down the inside of his right wrist. He sweetly caresses the right side of my hair, pushing it out of the way, with his fingers as he pushes his bleeding wrist up to my lips.
“Here, my truest. Drink to your heart’s content…” He whispers, somewhat desperately with anticipation. I gently grasp his wrist in both my hands, as I swiftly wrap my lips around the wound and begin drinking. It so warm and sickening sweet, and I can’t get enough of it. I start to suck hard as I feel the need and desire pull in my nether regions, and the pleasure threatens to slip over as I teeter on the edge of ecstasy.
The same ecstasy I felt that night after the starlight ball, when he pulled me through the gardens and pinned me to a statue in a secluded area. He kissed with such passion that it was all devouring and suffocating, and I never wanted to stop. Certainly not when he pushed my dress upwards and wrapped one of my legs around his waist to grind his hard length against my heat. Most definitely not when he shoved his fingers into my smalls to caress my drenched wetness. I wanted to cry out into his wrist now, the very same way I cried out and whimpered into his mouth that night in the garden.
His low moan pulled me from my memory as I cast a side glance to his face only to feel my mouth grow slack at the sight before me. His face contorted in pure pleasure as he tilted his head back and his mouth falls open in another sinful moan. His beautiful fangs peaking through causing me to feel a warm fuzziness in my bosom and a slickness to gather in my smalls. He pulls his head back down to look at me as I once more tighten my jaws around his wrist.
He lovingly cradled the back of my head as he nuzzled into my hair, sending shivers all the way from the top of my spine to the base of it, as I feel him pant a moan into my ear. “Very good, my truest. Our eternity is just within our reach.”
I can feel it beginning to spread throughout my entire body and finally release his bloody wrist from my lips. It feels like nothing and everything at the same time. I couldn’t decide if the pain was hellish or heavenly. It was chasing to keep up with the blood rushing through my veins while my heart began to fall behind. Then, the dull ache set into my teeth and nails, feeling both grow and elongate in length. Then everything and nothing froze in place. My heart gave one last weak and long thump. The feeling of my heart stilling with its cage of bones was irrelevant compared to the feeling I receive when my eyes startle open to rest on my newlywed husband.
His eyes gave me a inquisitive and tense once over before he laughed and dove down to capture my lips within his. Cheers and applause sounded throughout the dim-lighted church and it was then I remembered that it wasn’t just the two of us. That fact didn’t even matter then, especially when my lord love pressed his tongue pass my lips and fledgling fangs to deepen the kiss and taste his essence coat the inside my mouth.
We reluctantly pulled from one another to stand and face our subjects. They all bore smiles, some fake I’m sure, but for the most part seemed genuine. I could respect Lady Victoria for that at least. She didn’t hide her true feelings behind pretty words and false smiles about the Master and I’s marriage. Her face twisting even more in disdain and envy with the Master’s next words, that he never once uttered for her.
“Hail my wife and queen, Lady (Y/N) de Ville!” He roars, soaking in the cheers and applause of our subjects. He looks to me once more with a victorious smile, whilst cupping my jaw in his hand and places a domineering kiss on my lips. I cannot help but press myself into his side and keen in wanton delight as I savor the taste of his lips and blood.
He hovers his smiling lips over mine and playfully nips at them, “Forever and always my truest love. Let it be my unbreakable vow from my soul to yours.”
“Forever and always, my king.” I swore back in hushed tone.
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Imagine making Walt jealous with Viktoria
Sitting at his desk, Walt was supposed to be focusing on the stack of paperwork that Oliver had dropped off that needed his immediate attention, but the manor's noise caught his attention. Or more specifically, it was the lack of noise that kept pulling his focus. Usually, the quiet atmosphere of the estate would be a good thing but not with his wives.
Actually, the fact that he hadn't seen them at all today piqued his curiosity. Though the four didn't spend all their time together as they each enjoyed having some alone time every now and then, you should have crossed each other at some point. This stillness must be the calm before the storm and knowing his wives' personalities, especially yours and Viktoria's, meant that he had to be on the tip of his toes for whatever the two of you had planned.
Pushing his seat back, he pulled a bell's string and watched as the bell rang out. Moving back to his desk, he only had to wait a few minutes before his office door opened and Mr. Field walked in
"What can I do for you, my lord?" The butler asked, bowing slightly as he stood before the vampire.
"Have you seen my wives?"
"Lady Lucy has gone out for today to go visit her family while Lady [Name] and Viktoria are in the former's rooms. Shall I call on them for you?"
Walt stands up and shakes his head. "I'll go see them myself. Thank you, Mr. Fields." He says before walking out of his office and making his way to your room.
Climbing up the stairs and nearing your room, he pauses in front of the door when he hears soft sighs and groans emanating from the room as well as the delicious and metallic tang that is wafting out. The smell and sound grow louder when he opens the door and steps inside. You and Viktoria don't seem to notice his presence as the two of you continue to embrace each other. You're laying on the bed as Viktoria is above you as the latter presses kisses up your body. Her fangs are out as she reaches your neck and plunges her fangs into the crook of it and you gasp at the sensation.
"Have my wives grown tired of me?" Walt asks with a teasing smile, leaning against the doorframe and admiring the scene before him. His words seem to get the two of you to finally notice him as the both of you look up to him. Your blood falls down the corner of Viktoria's mouth and he watches with hungry eyes as it drips down her body. "Here they are indulging themselves with each other's bodies as I get left out and am left with only paperwork."
You sit up a bit, resting on your elbows to get a better look at your husband while Viktoria sits up and straddles your waist, turning her head to look at Walt. "It seemed like you were busy and who are we to bother the lord of the manor," Viktoria smugly smiles with a shrug of her shoulders in mock modesty despite the fact that she is bare of any clothing.
Walt pushes off the doorframe and walks toward the two of you. Sitting on the bed, he trails a finger up Viktoria's side and he enjoys the shivers he pulls from her. When he reaches your blood, he gathers the drip on his finger and brings it to his mouth, his eyes close when he tastes the metallic taste reaches his tastebuds, and he groans in delight. "I always have time for my wives."
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rebelliousstories · 2 years
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Works In Progress
Hey there! Welcome to my WIP list. I figured I’d show you what I’ve got cooking, and let you add yourself to be tagged or just get hyped for different fics. As I have a clearer set of release dates in mind for different fics, I’ll update and add them next to the title. Enjoy!
P.S. If you would like to request something, my ask box is open. Below is a complete list of characters that I will write for, even if I have no fics for them currently.
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Character List:
Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw
Robert “Bob” Floyd
Jake “Hangman” Seresin
Pete “Maverick” Mitchell
Tom “Iceman” Kazansky
Elvis Presley/Austin! Elvis
Austin Butler
David (Lost Boys)
Paul (Lost Boys)
Marko (Lost Boys)
Dwayne (Lost Boys)
Corey Cunningham
Will Graham
Hannibal Lecter
Louis Pointe du Lac
Lestat de Lioncourt
Miles Miller
Rhett Abbott
Lewis Pullman
Jaskier
Geralt of Rivia
Walter De Ville
Viktoria Klopstock
Lucy Billington
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masterofbiography · 10 months
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Beau Arlen est le nouveau shérif de la ville de Helena dans le Montana. C'est un homme avec un bon cœur et des instincts acérés qui entre temporairement dans ce rôle. En tant qu'ami proche du shérif Walter Tubb, Beau aspire probablement à maintenir l'équilibre et à désamorcer diverses sources de conflit. Beau travaillera en étroite collaboration avec Jenny Hoyt et Cassie Dewell. Ils se sont immédiatement entendus – à tel point qu'ils peuvent choisir de rechercher des moyens de maintenir la relation de travail lucrative. Il est divorcé et père d'une adolescente. Emily Arlen. Il est très protecteur vis à vis d'elle d'ailleurs. Beau reste quelqu'un de très séducteur avec un humour qui peut laisser désirer. Il déteste l'échec aussi bien dans sa carrière que dans son quotidien. C'est un passionné de pêche. Il aime à dire que, s'il avait arrêté sa carrière dans la police avant d'arriver dans le Montana, c'était uniquement dans le but de passer ses journées à pêcher. La vérité est autre. Son partenaire est mort. On ne peut pas dire que c'est un shérif qui entre dans les normes. Par exemple, il n'a pas signalé le fait que Jenny, a laissé son ex partir après une arrestation. Bien qu'il laisse pas mal de choses couler, il reste tout de même très sérieux. Contrairement à l'ancien shérif d'Helena, Beau participe davantage aux enquêtes et va beaucoup plus sur le terrain. C'est un homme d'action. Il est plein de surprises et attire beaucoup l'admiration du partenaire de Hoyt. Il sait ce qu'il fait et doute presque jamais de lui-même. Du moins, dans son boulot. Dans son côté personnel, son ex-femme l'a quitté à cause de son manque de communication. Un travail qu'il fait sur lui-même par rapport à ça. Il a tendance à beaucoup parler. Un peu trop parfois. C'est un grand connaisseur du baseball et de la moto. En ce qui concerne les voitures, c'est plus un point faible qu'autre chose. Ce qu'on peut aussi dire de lui, c'est que son instinct et son audace, sont ses meilleurs atouts. Il déteste qu'on lui tient tête ou qu'on envahisse sa vie. Raison pour laquelle il ne peut vraiment pas encadrer le nouveau conjoint de sa femme pour qui, il a encore eu longtemps des sentiments. Il ne lui faut pas beaucoup pour sortir de son confort. Comme le moment où sa fille, campait dans un camp, dirigé par des gens relativement douteux. En imaginant sa fille en danger, il a réagi comme il sait le faire. De plus, sa fille tient beaucoup de lui. Très curieuse et à poser les mauvaises questions. Elle tient un post-cast. Beau, lui a d'ailleurs offert un couteau lorsqu'elle était plus jeune. Bien qu'il ne soit pas aussi proche qu'elle qu'autrefois, son amour pour elle reste inconditionnel. Comme l'amour d'un père à sa fille avec une arme en plus. L'ennui, c'est qu'il n'est toujours pas très doué pour la communication et il a bien du mal à lui faire comprendre qu'il l'aime énormément. Le personnage de Beau Arlen ressemble beaucoup à celui de Dean Winchester en termes de caractère à quelques différences très légères. Je ne fais pas un copier/coller de la série, mais j'essaye de faire en sorte que ce personnage soit le plus fidèle possible à celui de Big Sky. Je peux cependant le jouer avant sans arrivée à Helena s'il y en a qui sont intéressés ou éventuellement, après la fin de son remplacement du shérif d'origine. Dans ces conditions, il deviendrait le nouveau shérif de la ville de votre personnage.
Joue avec : Jenny Hoyt
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leplanatrois · 3 years
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Le Dictateur, de Charlie Chaplin (1941) : La voix du pouvoir
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Une voix peut s’immiscer dans notre quotidien, le transformer. Quelques temps plus tôt, une voix nous annonçait un nouveau confinement – sur nos télévisions, nos téléphones, nos radios. La voix du pouvoir. Le pouvoir de la voix. Telle semblait être l’équation qui se présentait à nos oreilles.
Non sans une lassitude emmagasinée, je me mis en quête de films pour pallier l’absence de salles de cinéma, à l’absence tout court. C’est presque naturellement, dans un contexte marqué par l’exaspération et un puissant sentiment d’absurdité (donc d’impuissance), que je me tournais vers des films burlesques. Chaplin et Keaton comme compagnons de fortune.
Je dois bien le confesser, je n’avais pas revu Le Dictateur depuis ma prime jeunesse. Je n’avais en mémoire que des images d’Épinal. J’écris ce texte en étant bien conscient, vu l’œuvre iconique à laquelle je m’attaque, que je n’en dirai rien de franchement neuf. Mais ce qui a retenu mon attention, ça a été cette façon dont Chaplin, pour son premier film parlant, avait été sensible à l’intrusion de la voix du pouvoir dans l’intimité du quotidien, à la façon dont cette voix se caractérisait par une mise en scène et une performativité. Un étrange écho m’apparaissait ; mais il restait ce qu’il était : un écho, rien de plus. Je ne tomberai pas dans l’écueil douteux d’en tirer quelques conclusions d’ordres politique, historique ou moral.
C’était il y a 80 ans. En 1940, Le Dictateur sortait en salles. La guerre faisait rage en Europe. Chaplin, grand observateur de son temps, avait vu les nationalismes éclipser les démocraties durant la dernière décennie. Lui, dont la lutte des classes, l’aliénation de l’homme par l’homme, ont toujours été au cœur de son œuvre, s’attaque ici explicitement à la question du pouvoir, de son emprise, de son atteinte. Caricaturer le politique est toujours un exercice acrobatique ; entre le too much, le complètement à côté de la plaque, ou la critique timorée, c’est toujours le risque de se caricaturer soi-même qui pointe son nez. 
Déjà, dans Les Lumières de la ville (1931), il s’en raillait, tout en l’exploitant de manière subtile. En composant une musique spécialement pour le film, Chaplin s’était assuré la maîtrise du son, usant de celui-ci pour produire du sens. Le film s’ouvre sur l’inauguration par la mairie d’un monument, sobrement nommé « La Paix et la Prospérité » - trois statues façon néoclassique, naïves, grossières. Les discours se succèdent, dans la fierté et la solennité. Mais ces personnalités – qu’on imagine prestigieuses – n’émettent qu’un sifflement nasillard et pincé. Ainsi « La Paix et la Prospérité » s’évanouissent dans un flot continu, incompréhensible et décalé, qui révèle ce qu’est réellement ce discours – du vent. La supercherie et l’hypocrisie du moment n’en sont que plus flagrantes. 
Ceci dit, le film restait « muet ». Pas de dialogues enregistrés. Chaplin avait jusqu’alors refusé de se plier à la dernière innovation technologique – le cinéma dit « parlant », apparu en 1927. Or, l’hitlérisme s’est propagé par un travail de la langue (ainsi, comme le notait le philologue Viktor Klemperer, les nazis modifiaient le sens de certains mots pour diffuser leur idéologie) et par une conquête de l’espace par le son (les discours d’Hitler étaient radiodiffusés dans les rues de Berlin). Chaplin y était sensible, bien sûr, et cela peut expliquer sa décision d’opter pour un film « parlant ». Il avait écouté avec attention ces discours. Entendre la voix du pouvoir signifie alors deux choses : écouter sa qualité (tout ce qui la compose – timbre, rythme, accentuation, emphase) et par-là même comprendre la nature de ce pouvoir totalitaire – tout en l’escamotant sur le mode comique.
Ainsi, une voix-off, aux allures de commentaire radiophonique, précise : « Sous la Double Croix, la liberté était bannie, la liberté d’expression supprimée, et on n’entendait plus que la voix d’Hynkel. » voix d’Hynkel. » Le contexte posé, le discours du dictateur débute. Chaplin prend bien le soin de l’introduire dès les premières minutes du film, afin de créer un effet de miroir inversé avec le discours, cette fois du « barbier juif » qui achève le film, où la paix entre les peuples et les nations, l’amour de la raison, de l’humilité, de la tolérance, sont autant de valeurs proclamées. Cet effet de miroir inversé est d’autant plus frappant puisque Chaplin incarne les deux rôles antagonistes : le « barbier juif » et le dictateur nationaliste. Suggère-t-il une opposition fondamentale ou un glissement de l’un à l’autre ? Les misères de l’un et l’apogée de l’autre trouvent leur origine dans le même moment historique : la première guerre mondiale – ce que Chaplin, en 1938 (période d’écriture du scénario), avait déjà compris, et qu’il met en scène dès le début du film !
Le brio du cinéaste tient à ce qu’il utilise le son et le rire pour nous convier à réfléchir à la toute-puissance du pouvoir totalitaire. D’abord, par l’imitation et l’accentuation. Chaplin singe l’accent allemand (qui ressemble à un mauvais anglais prononcé avec les clichés qu’on se fait de la langue allemande). L’engouement, l’excitation et la colère lui font risquer de s’étouffer – de sorte qu’on assimile le discours de haine à une sorte de toussotement pitoyable. Un second effet comique repose sur le contraste entre la longueur du discours et la brièveté du contenu. Nous n’avons accès au sens des paroles du dictateur que par l’intermédiaire d’une traductrice, dont le rôle vise soit à condenser le discours, comme c’est le cas dans les premières phrases prononcées par le dictateur – « Hier, la Tomaine était à genoux, mais aujourd’hui elle se lève » - soit à le dupliquer de façon redondante (ce qui donne ce genre de situation. LE DICTATEUR - « Liberty stunks », LA TRADUCTRICE - « Liberty stinks » (« La liberté pue » / « La liberté est dangereuse »). 
Ce qui caractérise Hynkel, c’est donc sa capacité à contrôler le bruit – celui qu’il produit, celui qui réagit à son propre bruit. Les clameurs et les applaudissements tonnent. Il est intéressant de constater que Chaplin utilise un effet loop, c’est-à-dire que c’est toujours le même cri qu’on entend, en boucle. Il souligne ainsi l’abrutissement de la foule, répétant inlassablement un geste automatisé et dont elle ne mesure plus les conséquences tragiques. Or, d’un geste, Hynkel peut faire stopper ce bruit. Un simple mouvement de bras suffit. Enfin, c’est dans une sorte de transe animale qu’il s’abîme à l’instant même où il prononce le nom de « Jude », au point de faire ployer les micros par le seul souffle de sa voix. 
Le philosophe allemand Walter Benjamin, qui voyait à travers le cinéma et la radio la possibilité de reproduire images et sons, c’est-à-dire de les rendre détachables de leur sujet et de leur point d’émission, et donc transposables dans l’espace public, n’hésitait pas, suite à ce constat,  à dresser un parallèle entre la star et le dictateur : « La radio et le cinéma ne modifient pas seulement la fonction de l’acteur professionnel, mais aussi, précisément, la fonction de tous ceux qui, comme les gouvernants, se présentent en personne devant leur appareillage. Si les tâches respectives de l’acteur de cinéma et du gouvernant ont peu à voir entre elles, la direction de ce changement est la même pour tous.  Il s’agit de pouvoir bien ici de contrôler et de réaliser des performances dans des conditions sociales déterminées. Il en résulte une nouvelle sélection, une sélection du fait même de l’appareillage, d’où la star et le dictateur sortent grands vainqueurs. »
Celui qui détient le pouvoir maîtrise son image et sa voix et les expose à bon escient, dans des conditions déterminées. Chaplin fait le pari d’amalgamer la vedette (Charlie Chaplin) et le dictateur (Adolf Hitler – Hynkel, dans le film). S’inspirant des images de Leni Riefenstahl, où l’exposition des gouvernants est mise en scène, sublimée, à des fins de propagande, Chaplin sème dans cette esthétique lisse la graine de la discorde : le rire et l’espoir. Et dans ce bras de fer, une voix finit par étouffer l’autre.
Maxime Gasnault
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