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When Night Comes - six
Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?
pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader
warnings: cursing
word count: 3k
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Tag list: @vickie5446 @cakesandtom @buckybarnessimpp @hidden-treasures21 @unaxv @mal-adaptive-dreams @elizacusi-blog @vonalyn
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Losing the fight to her anxiety, she clambers to her feet after kicking her shoes off and stumbles towards her bedroom. Still oblivious to the person who snuck into her room hiding in the shadows, she rips the corset off and steps out of her pants while trying to find something less suffocating to wear. Settling on a t-shirt she stole from her brother and a pair of old running shorts, she goes to the bathroom to wash off her makeup and take her hair down.
The person steps out from the shadows when she isn’t in the room and drops down onto her bed, making themselves comfortable at the expense of terrifying her. When Sunny starts to come out of the bathroom, they quickly get up and hide along the wall of the door. Their hand clamps down on her mouth as she breaches the doorway to prevent her from screaming.
“Don’t scream, it’s just me,” Yelena whispers in her ear and drops her hand, coming around to sit back on her bed.
“What… how… what the fuck are you doing in my room? How did you get in here?” Sunny stutters in shock, backing up until her back collides with the well.
“I came to apologize and answer any questions you had.”
“Start with how you broke in.”
“Is it breaking in if your window was unlocked?” She teases, leaning back in her hands on the bed.
Sunny shakes her head in disbelief while pushing herself off the wall to sit at the top of the bed away from Yelena, “Yes that’s still breaking and entering.”
Yelena shifts to lay on her side and her face hardens for a moment, “I know about Alix.”
“Do you really think so?”
“I know as much as I’ve been told and I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
Sunny looks down at the blanket she’s sitting on and begins to pick at the loose threads. Her grandma had made her and her brother matching quilts when she was first diagnosed with dementia. She said it was her way of leaving a piece of herself behind for them to cherish forever. The array of faded blues and ocean-themed squares stare back at her as she ponders her meaningless apology. Yelena hadn’t been the one to kill her brother, the one to break her down until she was nothing. She didn’t even know Sunny until a week or so ago so her apology means nothing and is empty because it can’t fix what Alix broke.
“How do you know her?” she asks, still not looking at the blonde woman.
“You probably already know this but she runs a drug ring out of California and we sometimes have run-ins with her trying to expand out here.”
“Did you know she’s Lycan?”
Yelena hesitates for a moment, “Yeah that’s another reason for our run-ins. We… our people don’t get along.”
“What does that mean ‘our people don’t get along’?”
“Lycan and,” she takes a deep breath before revealing their secret, “Strigoi. We have a long and complicated history.”
Sunny briefly looks at Yelena, “Strigoi?”
She doesn’t answer and searches her face for something, anything to point to if she knows what a Strigoi is. When she doesn’t find anything, she extends her hand out for Sunny to take. Instead of fully placing her hand in hers, she lets her fingers glide over her palm, letting the cold of her skin cool the burn of her anxiety.
“Strigoi, we uh we are immortal creatures that live off blood.”
Her hand stills its motions but doesn’t retreat, “Vampires. You’re telling me that you’re a vampire? Vampires and werewolves exist?”
“We prefer Strigoi. Twilight and Dracula gave ‘vampires’ a bad rap.”
“You eat people and you’re concerned about your reputation?”
“Well,” she lifts herself up a little to look at Sunny better, “it’s more that I don’t want to be associated with Edward every time someone finds out about us.”
“Wait, how Edwardy are you?” Sunny asks.
“Edwardy? That’s not a word but we don’t sparkle in the sun if that’s what you’re wondering. We have these rings,” she turns her hand over slightly to show the said ring, “that stop the sun from killing us.”
“And how does the whole turning thing work?”
“You have to die with our blood in your system.”
Sunny’s face is pulled tight in confusion as she processes what Yelena said, “I’m not going to ask why someone would have your blood in them. That’s a little too weird for me. Anyways, you're a Strigoi. What about Bucky, Steve, and Peggy? Are they also Strigoi? And Peter, is he one too?”
Yelena rolls her eyes, “it’s not that weird. Our blood has healing properties so if you got hurt, we could heal you by giving you some. As for the other 3 they are, including Peter but he doesn’t have a daylight ring, hence why he’s a pain in the ass. He’s been trying to convince Steve and Bucky to give him one but they keep denying him.”
“No that’s pretty fucking weird. Literally, no one else has magical blood that can heal people,” her humor returns for a moment, giving Yelena hope that she’s handling all this pretty well, “Any particular reason why they won’t?”
“You’d be surprised how many are out there. But they don’t want to deal with him 24/7. It’s easier if he’s just not around for at least half of the day.”
She chuckles dryly, fingers inching towards Yelena’s wrist, “Did he really ask you to watch over me?”
The tension comes flooding back and she begins to worry if Sunny will dart like she did at the club.
“He did but I wanted to get to know you. The date, the flirting, the kiss, all of that was because I wanted to. He had nothing to do with it.”
“How can I believe you?”
“I promise. All of it was real, every second of this is real.”
A moment of silence.
“Do you know what Alix wants?”
“I don’t and I don’t think he does either but we can keep you safe. All you need to do is let us.”
“That’s easy for you to say, your crazy ex hasn’t chased you across the country after killing your brother and telling you that they’re a fucking werewolf. Not only that but I also just found out that vampires exist too and the two people I was talking to happen to be ones while being mobsters on the side. Oh yeah, and my ex is somehow connected to my two current situationships and I still have no idea how. Yeah, let me just decide if I want to get further involved in all of this real quick.”
“If it makes things any easier, I can tell you how we know Alix,” Yelena says quietly as if not to disturb the bear inside of her.
“Honestly it probably won’t but why not add to the chaos that’s my life now?”
“Well she’s been trying to move her drug operations over here but she’s not allowed to because it’s Strigoi territory and Lycan are not allowed to enter without permission.”
“There’s territories? As in ‘this section of land is mine and you can’t come in unless I say so’, that kind of territory?”
“Pretty much. Just wait until I tell you about the witches. Those guys are MEAN and know how to hold a grudge.”
Sunny rubs her temples with one hand and pinches the bridge of her nose while her other hand is still in Yelena’s, “Y’all got witches too? Let me guess that’s how you get your rings.”
“Look at you catching on,” she chuckles, cherishing the warmth of her hand in her permanently cold one, “but yeah Lycan have the west coast and we have the east coast. She’s putting herself in quite a bit of danger being here to look for you. So far, all of my contacts have reported that she wants you but no one really knows why.”
“Sounds like Alix. She was always so paranoid that everyone was trying to take her down. I mean, she wasn’t entirely wrong but still, she never trusted anyone.”
“Do you know what she wants?”
“I can think of a few reasons.”
“Wanna share with the group?”
Sunny leans against the wall and pillows behind her, “We were dating when she killed my brother, I was there when it happened, and I also knew about her gang being Lycan so take your pick.”
“It’s been almost 5 years, right? It wouldn’t make sense for her to go after you now.”
“Nothing that woman does will ever make sense.”
Yelena’s phone buzzes in her pocket and with an exacerbated groan, she pulls it out. Bucky’s name flashes on the screen and the thought of throwing the godforsaken electronic crosses her mind as she reads the message. Sunny’s awaiting her explanation, watching every move and micro expression that might appear on her face, “Head boss wanting to know how I am?”
“Something like that,” she tosses the phone to the end of the bed behind her, turning her attention back to Sunny, “What do you say: let me be your personal bodyguard or force me to stalk you? Either way, I’ll be close by if anything were to happen?”
“It’s tempting having you at my disposal.”
“I sense a ‘but’.”
“But,” she draws out the ‘t’ sound, a sad half smile pulling at her face, “I can’t live my life in fear. Alix will get me if she really wants to. It’s not fair to ask anyone to put themselves in harm’s way like that even if you’re immortal.”
“Bucky’s going to have someone watching you even if you say no.”
“Like I tell my kids, we can’t control what others do. We can only control what we do so if Bucky wants to be a controlling asshole and ignore MY wishes then let him.”
“I’ll be sure to relay the message. Get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning,” Yelena says as she pushes herself off of the bed. Their hands slip apart as she does so, the barely smile she’s wearing dropping as it happens. She hesitates before grabbing her phone and giving one of those awkward smiles when you’re unsure of what to do next.
“Text me if anything weird happens, okay?”
“As if my life could get weirder after tonight,” Sunny jokes while pulling one of the various blankets from her bed up.
“Good night, голубка,” and with that Yelena disappears out of the window again, leaving behind a deeply exhausted and overwhelmed Sunny.
“How is she?”
“Ya know, confused, scared, pissed off. All of the emotions one wants to avoid when trying to date someone,” Yelena huffs into the phone as she drops down from Sunny’s fire escape.
“Yelena.”
“She’s a little shaken up but okay. She doesn’t want our help though.”
A dark chuckle comes through the other line, “So you’ll be there tomorrow morning?”
“Obviously,” she stops to look both ways before stepping out of the alley, phone wedged between her shoulder and ear, “As for wanting to know what Alix wants, she’s just as clueless as us. All she was able to tell me was what we already knew which reminds me, you need to talk to her and apologize.”
“And why is that?”
“She was there when it happened. I can’t imagine your little conversation pulled up some very fun memories for her.”
“Are you trying to get me punched?”
“I mean sometimes you need to be taken down a few pegs.”
Her joke is met with silence which replaces the side eye she would usually get. Digging into her pocket to find her keys, the car beeps to life as she waits for him to make a snarky comment. When it doesn’t come, she says, “Anyways find a time to apologize to her and me for that matter. You crashed our date and don’t think I’m going to let you off the hook for that.”
“You can have the East Village house.”
“And?”
The car greets her with quiet ease as it starts and the phone call switches over from her phone to the car’s Bluetooth. During the change, she might have missed what he said next but the mention of Romania doesn’t go unnoticed by her. Their ancestral home had become a place of mystery after years on the run and changed identities. She barely remembers the last time she had even stepped foot on Romanian soil let alone visit the estate he is offering up.
“And a trip to the Bucharest estate.”
“Deal.”
As usual, he doesn’t say goodbye when he hangs up, letting the disconnected sound speak for him. One might think he would learn basic manners when in reality, he was simply forgotten to care about human customs entirely. The emotions of another are not his concern most of the time unless they belong to a woman nicknamed Sunny who is growing to hate him with each passing minute.
Silence is a welcomed visitor as sleep coaxes her to drift into the abyss of nothingness. When Yelena slipped out of her window, she quickly checked every other window and entry into her apartment to ensure that no one else might sneak in. One intruder a night is enough for her as she lies staring at the ceiling. The anxiety she felt before Yelena came has dwindled down to its normal level, that is what feels normal to a person who has been in hiding for five years and chooses to work with children daily. However, at this rate, her children might become the light of her life, her escape from the chaos that Alix has brought with her.
Alix.
Alix.
Alix.
Alix is in New York. Alix is here. She knows where Y/N… where Sunny is. And no one has a single clue about what she wants with her. No amount of digging up the past will bring an idea to fruition, leading her down the dark hallway of her mind that she has purposely ignored for the last five years. There’s no way that she would come back now to get her. They weren’t even together for that long so her being the one that got away, the love of Alix’s miserable life is highly improbable. Her knowledge of Lycan and other creatures similar was limited until hours ago. She poses no threat to her gang or any other Lycan. As for her brother though. The police hadn’t believed her back then so why would they magically change their minds now? Why would she suddenly be more credible now to them? Even if they did believe her, her testimony wouldn’t be enough to put Alix away, and if by some miracle, it did, she wouldn’t be in prison for long. She had the best legal team drugs and blood could buy so it wouldn’t matter if there was a star witness to testify against her.
Against Alix, she doesn’t stand a chance. Against Alix, she is powerless, vulnerable, and weak. Against Alix, she is nothing.
And that crushing weight of nothing is what fills her as sleep overtakes her body.
A crueler mistress than time is humanity. Humans have laid waste to the world that Bucky loved and grew up in. Humans have twisted the myths about his kind until they became feared demons who people sought to destroy. Humans have ruined any chance at a ‘normal’ life or what can be considered normal to a creature that lives for as long as they wish. Normal is not in his kind’s vocabulary even when Steve and Peggy adopted a child to resemble a nuclear family. He had advised them against it, explaining that they would either watch their child grow old and die or they’d have to damn him to a fate no one truly wanted. Found family is the only family that Strigoi can afford to have.
They ignored him even though he was their leader, going through with the adoption and bringing home their beautiful son, Wyatt. In efforts to make up for their lack of obedience to his word, they made Bucky the godfather and Natasha the godmother which meant everything to the woman who never imagined she would have a family. His sentiment wavered when he laid eyes on the perfect child who cooed and reached for him the moment he came to stand in front of Peggy.
“Would you like to hold Wyatt James?” she had slipped in his middle name as an extra apology but it was not needed.
Holding Wyatt in his arms, warmth, and joy he hadn’t felt in years burst through his rigid body and brought tears to his eyes. Before him was a human child that knew no judgment, no hatred, and only felt what appeared to be loved as he giggled and wiggled in his arms. Before him was the one thing he hadn’t felt since his family died at the hands of enraged villagers; pure love and adoration.
She reminded him of Romania albeit because they were both forbidden fruit he would forever be tempted with. No amount of blood would quench the thirst he felt when she crossed his mind. No amount of alcohol would quail the fever in his stomach that she ignited when he saw her. No amount of weed could suppress his urge to take, claim, and own her. The remaining human side of him felt disgusted when these urges appeared but how heavenly would it be to allow himself to switch off his humanity and indulge?
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Big thanks to the peeps who wanted to hear more about my version of the Guide
Headcanons and story stuff under the cut
First things first - Because this AU focuses mostly on my made up backstory I had to give her a name
Emma Van de Laar is what I settled with
A Priestess from Holland born sometime in the 1400's
Devout woman her entire life
Unfortunately for her everything supernatural seemed to disagree with her peaceful lifestyle - The most notable incidents being her run-ins with vampires and beasts alike
When she was 25 a Strigoi made it's way into her home, impersonating her beloved dog who went missing few days prior
Then in her late 40's she was forcefully turned by a Vampire
Being turned into a creature of the night caused great distress, faith was all she had her whole life, she couldn't bear to lose it
It took 20+ very painful years but she managed to regain her faith in spite of her vampirism
Trying to put her life back on tracks she once again took up her position as the head of the local Church
Fast forward 300 years things started getting a little boring
Emma started yearning for all of the things she's missed
This is when what I call the Party Girl Era sets in
Accidentally joined a cult
And all of the things mentioned in her therapy session with Laszlo happened
Which brings me to the most worked on part of this AU
Her relantionship with Van Helsing
I asked myself ""How fucked up would it be if they actually loved each other ?""
Here's the story I put together
Van Helsing was sent back to Holland by the Church - they heard some vampires might be targeting the local Priestess
What they didn't know is that Emma is the vampire seen in the area
When Abraham arrived Emma was slightly shapeshifting to hide her most noticeable vampiric features
She knew he was a vampire slayer
They spent around two months just kinda hanging out together
During that time Abraham slowly fell in love with the holy woman
It didn't take long for Emma to feel the attraction as well
But uh oh - then there was the accidental reveal
Emma burnt herself on Abraham's silver ring (while they were flirting no less)
Mortified by the possible consequences of her slip up she tried to escape
When Abraham caught up, instead of killing her, he tried to talk things out
A lot of feelings spill out during that conversation
Fed up with the tension, Emma makes a move and that's how their affair starts
A bunch of trust building later and they do end up being an actual couple
Would love to show the comic I made for this but it's like 38 panels long and Tumblr would piss itself
In total they spend five years together before everything goes to hell
Hell started when the Vampiric Council finally had enough of Emma's bs
Forcefully seperated her and Abraham
Took her to America
And drilled into her mind for so long she dissociated so hard she ended up getting amnesia
After successfully rooting her into the Council's system she got the position of the Guide
Abraham didn't want to give up on his beloved and spent years searching for her
Unfortunately... When he found Emma it wasn't her anymore
The brilliant woman he once knew was no longer there
After that point the timeline starts lining up with the Show
Some things do differ but it's not anything major until the Nightclub comes around
Obviously Guidja happens in this AU
With the backstory I gave the Guide their dynamic is really fun to mess around with
Oh and lastly
What the hell is a Strigoi ??
Basically: vampire 2 electric boogaloo
I thought it would be fun if there were different species of vampiric creatures
Strigoi have some interesting folklore attached to them
It was super fun to mess around with and bend in all sorts of directions
Emma is actually a Vampiric Strigoi which is one of the four Strigoi variants I put together
Which basically means she's not really a vampire but something closely related
My idea for making her a Strigoi comes from the Show and folklore
Strigoi seem to be put into a similar category as Wraiths and apparently they can learn magic ??
So that was a super easy connection to make
I have a lot of different design notes for my version of bestie Guide too but this mess is already way too long
So I'll end it with songs that were a huge inspiration when I started working on this AU
Powerwolf: Sacramental sister, My will be done, Midnight Madonna, Demons are a girls best friend, Reverent of rats
Ghost: Cirice, Mary on a cross
#wwdits#what we do in the shadows#The Guide#Hi this took two hours to write out#Obviously not everything but I think the basics are good enough#Hopefully it makes sense#Now it's time to finish my dumb little Strigoi guide
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A Fic Challenge? Maybe.
So uh, been thinking long and hard about doing an old LJ fic challenge I was once part of back in the day. It was from Mission Insane and it’s been bugging me to do it with RusPrus because I can’t let this pairing go I guess.
So here’s my tables/prompts. We’ll see how far I get haha.
01. Themed Table-Weather
01.
Rain
02.
Fog
03.
Snow
04.
Wind
05.
Sun
06.
Frost
07.
Storm
08.
Dew
09.
Humid
10.
Heat-Wave
02. Themed Table-Colors
01.
Red
02.
Blue
03.
Yellow
04.
Green
05.
Orange
06.
Purple
07.
Black
08.
White
09.
Pink
10.
Grey
03. Un-Themed Table
Un-Themed 2
01.
Goodbye
02.
Honour
03.
Faith
04.
Scoop
05.
Bonus
06.
Lint
07.
Video
08.
Idea
09.
Guess
10.
Meteor
04. Un-Themed Table
Un-Themed 4
01.
Scandal
02.
Legend
03.
Cocoa
04.
Worthless
05.
Chef
06.
Eyes
07.
Book
08.
Trouble
09.
Easy
10.
Home
05. 'Inspired By'
Songs
01.
Hatef--k-The Bravery
02.
Losing Touch-Empathy Test
03.
Why Do You Love Me?-Garbage
04.
Schizophrenic-Night Club
05.
Roulette-System of a Down
06.
Armata Strigoi-Powerwolf
07.
Sleeping Sickness-City and Colour
08.
Everybody Knows That You’re Insane-Queens of the Stoneage
09.
The Bells-i:Scintilla
10.
Blame me! Blame me!-Anberin
Table 06. 'Inspired By'
Songs T2: Angst with Aesthetic Perfection
01.
Devotion
02.
Save Myself
03.
Pale
04.
Love Like Lies
05.
Betrayer ft. Morris Black
06.
Inhuman
07.
Lovesick
08.
All Beauty Destroyed
09.
Happily Ever After
10.
Showtime
Table 07. Genre Table
Fluff
01.
Snuggle
02.
Lie In
03.
Cuddle
04.
Candy
05.
Dance
06.
Flirt
07.
Stolen Kisses
08.
Lazy Sunday
09.
Heart
10.
Love
08. Genre Table
Pounce!Porn We’ll see if I actually write porn. Really these prompts just sound fun for hijinks that are different from angst/melancholy which I usually write haha
01.
All Work And No Play…
02.
Surprise!
03.
There’s Something On Your Face
04.
Nobody’s Looking
05.
People Are Staring
06.
Quick, In Here!
07.
Did They See Us?
08.
Oh, Hello Officer…
09.
Where Did That Go?
10.
You’re Gorgeous When You’re Angry
09. Pick Your Own Table
Hurt/Comfort
01.
Pain
02.
Sore
03.
Sick
04.
Broken
05.
Fix Me
06.
Distrust
07.
Hold Me
08.
Haunted
09.
Forgive
10.
Blanket
10. Pick Your Own Table
Angst
01.
Broken
02.
Lost
03.
Thinking Of You
04.
Deprived
05.
Regret
06.
I Wish
07.
If Only
08.
Heartsick
09.
Change
10.
Miss You
11. Pick Your Own Table
Un-Themed
01.
Angel
02.
Peep
03.
Thought
04.
Until
05.
Bell
06.
Door
07.
Gross
08.
Meal
09.
Tame
10.
Cruel
12. Pick Your Own Table
Saucy
01.
Kiss
02.
Suck
03.
Nibble
04.
Bite
05.
Lick
06.
Taste
07.
Touch
08.
Stroke
09.
Fondle
10.
Nuzzle
13. Pick Your Own Table
Fantasy
01.
Dragon
02.
Fey
03.
Magic
04.
Glamour
05.
Quest
06.
White Knight
07.
Damsel In Distress
08.
You Must Save…
09.
We Need Your Help!
10.
Hero
14. Pick Your Own Table
Un-Themed 5
01.
Moon
02.
Justice
03.
Fall
04.
Control
05.
Night
06.
Breathless
07.
Bed
08.
Winter
09.
Return
10.
Ghost
15. Pick Your Own Table
Un-Themed 6
01.
Taboo
02.
Special
03.
Want
04.
Beast
05.
Charisma
06.
Desperate
07.
Promise
08.
Paranoia
09.
Baggage
10.
Unrequited
16. Pick Your Own Table
Textures
01.
Wood
02.
Stone
03.
Silk
04.
Paper
05.
Metal
06.
Plastic
07.
Wool
08.
Ceramic
09.
Sand
10.
Cork
17. Pick Your Own Table
Quotes
01.
Always Forgive Your Enemies, Nothing Annoys Them So Much – Oscar Wilde
02.
Fiction Is Obliged To Stick To Possibilities, Truth Isn’t – Mark Twain
03.
Be Great In Act As You Have Been In Thought - Shakespeare
04.
Imagination Is More Important Than Knowledge - Einstein
05.
We Are What We Repeatedly Do - Aristotle
06.
However Beautiful The Strategy, You Should Occasionally Look At The Results – Winston Churchill
07.
Everything Has It’s Beauty, But Not Everyone Sees It - Confucius
08.
Be Careful When You Fight The Monsters, Lest You Become One - Nietzsche
09.
When You Get To The End Of Your Rope, Tie A Knot And Hang On – Franklin Roosevelt
10.
If You Cannot Get Rid Of The Family Skeleton, You May As Well Make It Dance – George Bernard Shaw
18. Pick Your Own Table
Holiday/Vacation
01.
Swimming
02.
Cruise
03.
Ski-ing
04.
Camping
05.
Water Sports
06.
Hiking
07.
Fishing
08.
I Want To See You In Swimwear
09.
Let’s Go On A Picnic
10.
Sharks
19. Pick Your Own Table
Cliché
01.
Sacrifice
02.
Angry Drunken Betrayal
03.
Amnesia
04.
Wounded
05.
Love Triangle
06.
Pretending To Be Together
07.
Sharing Body Heat
08.
Declarations Of Love
09.
Eavesdropping
10.
Drunken Kiss
20. Pick Your Own Table
Gen-Fic Keep it clean.
01.
Glass
02.
Den
03.
Spoken
04.
Tale
05.
Leaf
06.
Dig
07.
Keen
08.
Building
09.
Sky
10.
Under
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13, 18, 41, 71, 97 for the unusual asks? :3
thank you beloved <3
13. any siblings?
nope! only child, to my equal dismay and relief
18. favorite tv show?
technically it's mlp:fim, for the sheer amount of time in my life that has been in some way related to it, because it's a damn good show and my first taste of fandom and yadda yadda yadda
but i feel like this is cheating since i've almost never watched an episode on actual tv
so if we're going by that metric and bypassing every tv show i have watched on my puter on a on-demand basis, my favorite tv show is law&order: svu. when my internet used to cut out around 11pm/midnight, i'd have nothing to do at night but watch tv so i had my path fucking memorized, and it always started by more or less three episodes of law&order that i'd catch in the middle and follow until they changed programs around 2 or 3 am. my favorite part of the evening because i love me a good copaganda crime drama. my favorite main character is the blonde lady with a gambling problem in the mid-to-late seasons i think.
off-topic but yeah, i liked this one
41. top 10 favorite songs
i'm going to forget too many of them oh god
uh
in no particular order
Come on Eileen - cover by Save Ferris cause i decided a few years ago that instead of hesitating when someone asks me my favorite songs i'd just say this one, because even if it might not be my forever number one favorite i still really love it (yes it's because of captain hoers
How We Kill Starts - by Shaka Ponk upbeat
Candy - by Robbie Williams also upbeat
Forward! - by Anaal Nathrakh listen despite it being my url i have to admit i don't listen to that much anaal nathrakh. but. this song. this song is so good.
Demon Speeding - by Rob Zombie because of course
Rattlesnake Shake - by Motley Crue because it's basically horny circus music and that's right up my alley
Six Shooter - by Coyote Kisses yeehaw
The Devil You Know - by Blues Saraceno yeehawx2 (honestly i really like most of the Blues Saraceno songs I've heard so this counts as a double entry for Devils Got You Beat, Skin 'Em Up, Kicking and Screaming, etc)
Legendary Enchanted Jetpack - specifically the Sozos version listen. i am boycotting their new releases, i stand by that. but that specific cover of this specific song............ speaks to my soul. with all the respect i have for winkler's vocals, legendary enchanted jetpack specifically was fucking made for sozos it's unreal.
Armata Strigoi - by Powerwolf but it's so difficult to pick, they have so many insane songs that i listen to all the time, i almost picked The Evil Made Me Do It, i almost picked We Drink Your Blood, i almost picked Incense and Iron, i almost picked Venom of Venus, i almost picked Mother Mary is a Bird of Prey, i almost picked Nighttime Rebel, i'm totally cheating the "10 songs" rule...
special mentions to La Danse de l'Ankou, Monster, Mr. Torture, Hypa Hypa, All Dolled Up, Disease, Metal Health (Bang Your Head), and i'll stop there before i reach ten as well
i eat through a lot of music every day even though i tend to replay the same songs so...
71. tea or coffee?
so this is embarrassing but i've never really drank coffee
i've been theoretically meaning to try but if it does make me hyper god knows i don't need to be hyper, and i'm a bit afraid of whatever it might say about my hypothetical adhd so.
but so far, i've hated every actual tea i've tasted (which isn't a lot, i'm sure if i tried some real, proper arabic mint tea it'd be a lot better, but kitchen tisanes are a no for me), and i like coffee-flavored and other caffeinated things, so i know which i'm betting on.
97. dark, milk, or white chocolate?
milk chocolate, obviously
i don't mind dark tbh, even the high percentage bitter ones i've tasted for the sake of the experience, but i'll pick milk over it any day, and i'll pick no chocolate at all over white chocolate any day as well
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When Rose went to Adrian in Shadowkiss, she had every reason to think she could only get his help with strings attached. Even leaving aside the (incredibly fucked up) culture that they live in that degrades dhampir women’s worth in favour of propping up royal moroi, there‘s a common theme in their interactions before she leaves for Russia.
At the end of Frostbite:
When we got to the door of my room, I saw a bouquet of freesias sitting on the floor near it. Sighing, I picked up the fragrant flowers without even looking at the attached card.
"What are those?" asked Lissa while I unlocked the door. "
They're from Adrian," I told her. We walked inside, and I pointed to my desk, where a few other bouquets sat. I put the freesias down beside them. "I'll be glad when he leaves campus. I don't think I can take much more of this."
It doesn’t say how long exactly it’s been since Spokane, but it’s Rose’s fourth day back at the Academy. It may be literally four days or they may have stopped over at the ski resort. Either way, she’s still clearly grieving the death of Mason, her boyfriend. And he’s sending her flowers.
In Shadowkiss:
With much effort, I managed to utter the next words. “Thank you for helping us.”
“Oh my god,” he said. “A kind word from Rose Hathaway. I can die a happy man.”
“What are you saying? That I’m normally an ungrateful bitch?”
He just looked at me.
“Hey! Not cool.”
“Maybe you could redeem yourself with a hug.”
I glared.
“A small one?” he begged.
With a sigh, I walked over and put one arm around Adrian, leaning my head against lightly against his arm. “Thanks, Adrian.”
When he offers her support after Victor’s trial:
“You okay, little dhampir?” he asked softly. “Dashkov said a few ... uh ... suggestive things.”
I stepped closer, keeping my voice low as well. “No one believed him. I think it’s okay. Thanks for asking, though.”
He smiled and tapped my nose. “Two thank-yous in as many days. I don’t suppose I’ll get to see any, uh, special gratitude?”
Even when Adrian finds out about Tatiana telling Rose to stay away from Adrian because she wants Adrian with Lissa, his response is:
“Really? Did you defend our love?” Adrian asked.
Despite the fact he should know the implications of Rose being threatened by the queen. (Admittedly, he could have later taken the opportunity to help/tell Tatiana to back off/etc and the Strigoi attack caused everyone to forget about the whole thing, but Rose didn’t know and wouldn’t have known of this intention. It’s a generous reading of the situation.)
So we’ve got a consistent pattern of Rose needing help or support or being in some kind of tricky situation and Adrian using it as an opportunity to flirt with her. He might not see what he’s doing (because. I mean. he flirts at every other moment too.) but when she needs help he responds by flirting and pushing those boundaries. Consequently, when she really desperately needs his help, she beats him to the punch.
Which leads us into the deal.
Rose knows what she’s doing is bad:
He was right. I’d come to him because I thought I could use his crush to get what I wanted. It was low, but I had no choice.
But Rose herself is in an incredibly bad place. Adrian knows this. In this very scene:
“Maybe it’s for the best if you leave. Maybe you’ll get over him if you go away for a while. Wouldn’t hurt to be away from Lissa’s aura either. It might slow yours from darkening - stop this rage you always seem to be in. You need to be happier. And stop seeing ghosts.”
And earlier in the book, Adrian is the first one to clue into spirit darkness bleeding over:
“Well, this is why I think you’re crazy. Lissa isn’t having any side effects from the magic anymore, right? And you, well ... you’ve been kind of short tempered lately and you’re, like, seeing ghosts.” He said the words casually, like seeing ghosts was something just something that happened from time to time. “I think whatever harmful thing there is in spirit that screws with the mind is leaking out of her and into you. It’s making her stay stable, and you, well... as I said, you’re seeing ghosts.”
It’s not really clear how much Adrian knows about how Lissa coped with the spirit darkness or about Sonya at this point, but he does certainly know how spirit darkness impacts on him. So he knows Rose is being heavily affected by spirit. He knows she just lost the love of her life in what is the absolute nightmare scenario in the moroi world.
And then Rose asks him for help, he turns around and does this:
Finally, Adrian looked back at me. For the first time ever, he looked vulnerable. “When you come back, will you give me a fair shot?”
I hid my surprise. “What do you mean?”
“It’s like I said. You’ve never wanted me, never even considered me. The flowers, the flirting… it rolled right off you. You were so gone for him, and nobody noticed. If you go do your thing, will you take me seriously? Will you give me a chance when you return?”
Rose asks him for the biggest favour, he responds with with the biggest push.
She is in no place for this ask. He can see her aura. He literally just said:
“The auras are getting to me. There’s so much sorrow around here. You can’t even begin to understand. It radiates from everyone on a spiritual level. It’s overwhelming.”
Adrian my dude take two seconds to look at Rose’s aura and realise now is not the time to shoot your shot.
She lost the man she loves in what is considered the absolute worst fate in the moroi world less than a week ago. Even before that happened, she was struggling due to encroaching spirit darkness and was doubting her own sanity because she was seeing ghosts. She is not in any sort of place to agree to a new relationship.
So yes. It was low of Rose to plan to use Adrian’s feelings to get his money. But the relationship he had developed with her beforehand caused Rose to think that was the best way to go about it and he knew full damn well that she was in no place to agree to a relationship.
(thank you to @queenlissa for helping me to gather quotes!)
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Can i ask for a few HCs of a Vampire Asra and/or Vampire Julian with a Male/GN MC? Please? 🥺 Dont Matter if it Is short
I may have gone... a bit overboard here. But like. If it hasn’t been made known already. I kind of have a Thing for vampires. My fav vamp universe lore would have to be the Vampire Academy damphir/moroi/strigoi lore, that shit SLAPS. But uh anyway.
ASRA AND JULIAN AS VAMPIRES 🧛♂️🍷👄
WARNING: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, GORE, SEX, DEATH.
Asra ~
Honestly picturing Asra as a vampire is weird asf? Like I almost cannot compute
Vamps are all ~ooooo darkness and gothic stuff and skulls and whatever
And Asra’s like…
Babey.
So honestly I feel like he’d be more of a modern True Blood style vamp? Like was probably chose to become a vamp because he sees it as an opportunity to have forever with MC, and to be able to experience all the miracles of life for hundreds of years
Definitely isn’t plagued with the existential bog of usual vampire lore. Being alive for millenia, able to witness advances in medicine, music, technology, art, science, etc, in real time? And do it all with MC by his side? He sees it as a gift and is always thankful
I picture his vampirism as being more of a… form of magic for him. He discusses in his route how things like blood, bone, etc are very powerful catalysts for magic. So he would probably look at it like an exchange; he takes blood and it enhances his magical ability and gives him certain powers.
He’s not a “unable to sleep” kind of vamp, or a “can’t come out in the sun” vamp. Magicks himself able to come into indirect sunlight for limited amounts of time, and spends just as much time sleeping as he did when he was mortal. His dreams as a vampire are intensely vivid and detailed.
He spends a great deal of his new life in university or studying abroad; he wants to visit literally every place on the globe, learn every language, study every subject. His library is vast and he spends many years of his new life simply travelling and collecting ancient magical tomes. His new not-so-alive but not-quite-undead state enhances his magical connection to the Beyond, or afterlife, whatever you prefer. He definitely learns to dabble in realm-walking, time-bending, and necromancy.
Isn’t ashamed of needing blood to survive, but it does take him a few years to be able to master convincing (seducing) mortals to let him feed from them. He never drains his partners, only takes as much as he needs to sustain himself, and greatly prefers that the experience be co-mingled with sex and sensuality. His bites impart a very potent high. If MC isn’t also a vampire, he’ll feed exclusively on them; they might request he bite them during sex more often than he feels is safe for their health. If MC is also an immortal, Asra will absolutely relish feeding with them, finding alluring partners to fuck and feed on and lavish with attention.
He actually feels worse about feeding on animals than he does humans; after all, they can’t consent. But he has been forced to a few times, and he will sometimes indulge in a quick bite of new or exotic species.
Julian ~
Julian is. Without a doubt. THE definitive angst-fest of the vampire world.
He’d definitely be a Twilight style vamp. Don’t fight me on this. He and Edward would be Melodramatic Self Loathing Woe Is Me Vampire bros and spend years writing mopey poetry and sighing dramatically into their crystal goblet of blood.
Julian is definitely a fancy OG Victorian goth kind of vampire. Loves the theater of black velvet capes and flashing his fangs. He’s been alive long enough to have procured a crumbling castle deep in a foggy crop of woods, filled with portraits of him through the centuries. There is, of course, a massive pipe organ at its center.
Like any good drama queen, his time is torn between his corpse-like slumber in his red velvet tufted interior/gleaming obsidian exterior coffin, listlessly floating around his lonely palace lamenting his damnation as a creature of the night, and secretly relishing in the drama of luring pretty young mortals back to his haunt with a mysterious air and a flash of pearly fangs. He’ll never admit how much he loves the dance he must do with his prey (feeding is very much tied to sex and self loathing in equal measure for Julian), but he doesn’t skimp on aesthetics. If you’re looking to be bowed over a silk chaise lounge, his frilly shirt sleeves tickling your throat as he opens his mouth wide and sinks his teeth in with a toss of his hair, then Julian is your guy. He’s basically the cinema vamp archetype.
Almost certainly wasn’t changed by choice. I think he’d probably have gotten himself mixed up with an immortal many centuries ago, when he practiced human medicine, and maybe he got… infected somehow? Vampirism does seem to be a bloodborne pathogen.
I imagine most of his lonely nights would be spent reading and studying. After he was able to get his bloodlust under control, he’d definitely go back into the medical field. His passion is helping people, and his new, keener senses help in diagnostics.
If MC is mortal and wants him to change them, he’ll be deeply, deeply conflicted. On one hand, he does believe he’s an abomination of nature, a demon, wretched and hopeless. But on the other hand, his long weary existence would be so much brighter with MC at his side for the rest of his days. Could he really damn them to eternal night?
If MC meets him as a fellow vampire however… ooooooooooooh, boy. All bets are off. He might just realize he’s not doomed, after all. Could this existence really be so horrid if it means getting to spend eternity staring into his gorgeous MC’s eyes while they share a meal and explore every kink ever known to man or demon?
This boy definitely wants MC to bite him during sex if they’re both vamps, whether they’re able to feed off him or not. And the whole vampire-strength and stamina thing comes in handy when he just needs a three day long shibari suspension sesh.
Vampire Julian is still a major bottom. The closest he ever comes to topping is when he sinks his fangs in. Vamp MC topping the fuck out of him? And using his vampire self-loathing as fodder for major degradation play (with consent)? It’s more likely than you’d think.
#the arcana#Anonymous#the arcana game#asra#asra the arcana#asra alnazar#asra headcanons#asra the magician#julian#julian devorak#julian the arcana#julian the arcana game#doctor julian devorak#doctor devorak#doctor 069#julian headcanons#the arcana headcanons#the arcana game headcanons#the arcana headcanon#the arcana game headcanon#mine#my writing#my headcanons
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To Challenge The Flow Of Fate PT. 4
An Adrian Tepes (Alucard) x Reader Story
Warnings: Explicit Language
Author’s Note: So, AO3 counts the words on your stories and stuff, and if you add up all the parts I’ve written so far plus this, it’s like 11K words. Which is impressive to me. Enjoy! -Thorne
She had just fastened the last belt when his voice reached her. “(Y/N)! Get over here!” She stuck her head out from the side of the shelf and called out,
“Gimme a minute, I’m still getting dressed Trevor!”
“Are you seriously taking the armor?” (Y/N) scoffed and attached the cape around her neck.
“Uh, yes? This armor is the greatest creation to ever be made.” She eyed the sword next to the armor stand before grabbing it and fastening it next to the other blade down her back. She walked over to where the others were, smiling at Adrian as he sat atop the bookshelves. Trevor glanced at her, examining the armor.
“It looks very…ostentatious.” (Y/N) narrowed her eyes before placing her hands on her hips.
“Trev, just say ‘showy’. Your brain will explode if you think about words that big.” Her insult drew a chuckle from the vampire, but she continued with, “The armor itself is made from dragon scales, and the accents are pure silver.” She turned, showing the silver armor lining her arms. Trevor crossed his arms and asked,
“I thought dragons went extinct?” (Y/N) shook her head.
“Not necessarily. While it’s true that a great deal of them were slain and harvested, a great deal more went into hiding. They’re still out there, you just can’t find them as easily as you could centuries ago.” Impressed, he nodded before acknowledging the sword strapped to her back.
“And the second sword?” (Y/N) grinned, pulling it out and showing it to him.
“It’s called ‘Starfang’.” He took it, admiring the runes carved into the metal. “It was forged from ore that fell from the heavens.” Trevor blinked, running a hand up the flat side of the blade.
“It’s…beautiful.” Her grin grew and she added,
“It’s deadly too.” She pointed to the runes. “The carvings are enchantments.” He handed the sword back, watching as she returned it to its scabbard. “What did you want me over here for?” He nodded at the shattered mirror.
“Do you know what this is?” (Y/N) momentarily glanced at it before looking back at him and nonchalantly replied,
“Seven years back luck?” He huffed a laugh.
“Probably…but what the hell is it?” Sypha looked up from a book she was reading.
“You two don’t know?” The siblings shrugged and shook their heads. “This is your house.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, that neither of us have been in for almost a decade and a half.” Trevor smirked as he wiped a hand across it, looking over his shoulder at the Speaker.
“Do you know everything in your house?” Sypha moved closer to the mirror, turning to him with a sarcastic look.
“I don’t have a house.” A voice sounded from higher above them.
“She doesn’t have a house.” The three looked up and Adrian. “She’s a Speaker. She’s a nomad.” Trevor glared at the vampire as he hopped down from the bookshelves.
“It was rhetorical.”
“Rhetorical house that she doesn’t have.”
“Just, tell me what it is.” Sypha glanced back at it.
“It was a magic mirror.” Adrian pointed at it.
“Also known as distance mirrors.” He ran his gloved hand down the side, feeling the runes. “Some of them even allow matter to pass through them, but…” He paused a moment. “No. No this is a simple remote viewing mirror. A little of the activating language is chipped.” He looked back at the trio. “A few of the runes need re-cutting but workable.” Adrian smirked at her brother. “You have the most fascinating family junkyard, Belmont.” (Y/N) internally sighed as her brother got in the vampire’s face and fired back,
“You’re a cock wart, Alucard.” Sypha pulled his hand down, tugging him away.
“Stop it.” She pulled Trevor around the shelves. “You are an adult. You do not have to rise to his every barb.” (Y/N) couldn’t see his expression, but she knew it was one of irritation.
“He’s pissing me off like it’s his job, Sypha.” Before the Speaker could get a word in, (Y/N) quipped,
“Oh no, someone else knocking my brother down a few pegs besides me. What ever shall we do?” The two ignored them, going off into their own conversation, leaving her next to Adrian. When laughter sounded from behind the shelves, she watched Adrian’s expression change, then he looked over his shoulder towards the noise; she gave him a sad smile. “You didn’t have many friends growing up, did you Adrian?” He turned his head back around, staring at her with careful eyes.
“What makes you say that?” (Y/N) hummed, running a finger down the mirror.
“Every time the two of them start laughing, you get this…confused expression on your face, like you can’t understand what’s so funny.” He continued to watch her with his guarded look.
“Maybe I don’t understand.” She huffed a laugh, turning to him.
“Oh, don’t even go there. You’re smarter than the lot of us, and you definitely know when someone’s making a joke.” (Y/N) paused, thinking of her next sentence, then she murmured, “It’s because you’re too guarded.” Adrian raised an eyebrow.
“Too guarded?” She nodded.
“You’re too cautious. You won’t allow yourself to get close to us because you’re afraid of what might happen.” Evidently, he didn’t like the way the conversation was headed, because he narrowed his eyes into a glower.
“And what am I afraid of happening?” (Y/N) gazed at him and challenged,
“You’re afraid that if you let yourself get close to people, what happened to your mother and father will happen to you.” She watched Adrian’s expression morph from anger, to shock, to realization, and she placed her hand on his arm. “You’re scared that something will take what you care about away, and you’ll be left alone.” He swallowed thickly and opened his mouth, but no words came out, and the sound of a tolling bell reached their ears. He looked up, listening to the chimes.
“What was that?” She moved her eyes to the ceiling.
“The tower clock. It strikes at twelve times at midnight.” (Y/N) looked back at him, leaning close to nudge him in the ribs. “Adrian Tepes, I’ve officially known and been your friend for four days now.” He looked down at her, golden eyes boring into hers.
“And that means?” She flashed him a smile, nudging him again.
“Means that no matter where we are, or what roads we take in these lives, I will always be on your side.” He blinked in stunned silence, and she reached down, taking his hand in hers. “Now come on. There’s a whole bunch of weird shit in here that needs to be seen by the two of us.” Adrian complied, letting her tug him around.
“Why does it need to be seen by us? We’ve both agreed that we’re not overly fond of what your family does.” (Y/N) nodded as she dragged him to a shelf full of things she didn’t even know how to name.
“Well yeah…but all the more reason for us to go see the weird shit my family hoarded and take the piss out of them. Like…that!” She paused, pointing to a plant that was lined with rows of sharp teeth. “The fuck kind of mutated Venus Fly Trap is that?” She then pointed to a stone head sitting on another shelf. “And that! Who the fuck keeps a stone head in a case? And over there!” (Y/N) turned to another shelf, starting to pull him along when he tugged her to a stop. She spun back around, looking at him with a questioning gaze. Adrian gave her a small smile and shifted their hands, lacing his fingers with hers. When she glanced down at their joined hands, then to back his face, she noticed a faint pink dusting his cheeks, as he murmured,
“So I don’t lose you.” (Y/N) grinned and squeezed his hand, pulling him along.
A Few Hours Later:
She rested her head along his arm, leaning her body against his as he flipped through the index. She had her own book in front of her, occasionally flipping through the pages, reading the various entries. “For a monster hunter that hates monster hunting, you sure do enjoy reading about them.” (Y/N) hummed, adjusting her head against his arm.
“It’s not that I ‘hate’ hunting per se. There are some creatures that cannot be dissuaded from evil or cured of their circumstances. Those creatures are dangerous to innocent life. Regardless, I might dislike hunting them, but it can’t hurt to be knowledgeable about them.” She turned the page and nodded at it. “Take the ‘Revenant’ for example. It’s a term that’s been used interchangeably to describe vampires and ghosts, but most agree that it’s the basic term for the undead. There are various descriptions of them ranging from the Nordic countries to all of Europe.” Adrian paused, looking down at the book.
“How so?” She flipped through the pages.
“See here?” (Y/N) pointed to a page with a drawing. “That’s a Revenant, but in the Nordic countries, they call them Draugrs or Aptrgangrs. It translates to ‘again-walker’, or one who walks after death.” She flipped back to the original page. “The entries are even different. In Nordic indexes, the Draugrs are emaciated, with their skin stretched out over their skeletons. But they still retain their strength, and are extremely difficult to fight and destroy, as they’re impervious to many types of weapons. Here in Wallachia and the surrounding countries, indexes describe Revenants as the corpses of the dead that have been reanimated by powerful demons, capable of killing entire squads of even experienced warriors. They’re…” (Y/N) trailed off, shifting her head so she could see his face. He looked at her, waiting for her to finish, and she laughed nervously. “Sorry…I talk a lot about stuff like this.” Adrian smiled, shaking his head.
“No, please continue. It’s interesting to learn the differences of the creatures of the night between countries.” (Y/N) nodded, moving her eyes back to the book.
“Okay, well…even vampires are considered different in other countries. They’re also mistaken for other creatures too. In Wallachia, the term ‘Strigoi’ was used until the term ‘vampire’ and ‘vampirism’ came into being. Others call vampires ‘Vrykolakas’ or ‘Pricolici’, but that’s incorrect. Vrykolakas, while sharing characteristics with vampires, engage more in cannibalism as they prefer to eat livers, and Pricolici are werewolf and vampire hybrids, living life as a werewolf, but once dead, returns as a vampire. Actually, that’s where the belief that vampires can turn into animals such as wolves, dogs, owls, and bats, came from. In other coun-” (Y/N) cut herself off as she raised a hand to her mouth, yawning. “Mmm, sorry. As I was saying-” This time, Adrian cut her off.
“How long has it been since you slept?” (Y/N) glanced up at him, shrugging her shoulders.
“Dunno. Yesterday morning, I think? A few hours before we left.” He frowned at her.
“You think? You didn’t sleep in the wagon?” She shook her head.
“I was trained to sleep only in places where there was no movement.” He arched an eyebrow and inquired,
“Why’s that?” (Y/N) pulled away, stretching her limbs.
“Sleeping on a surface that is immobile allows to hear and detect things that are approaching you. I get on wagons and I become too alert to sleep.” He gestured to a bookshelf, and they sat down next to one another.
“When we fought the night creatures after we left Gresit, you said you could sense them. You could also hear their footsteps.” (Y/N) nodded, reclining against the shelf.
“At Ravensguard, hunters and huntresses undergo extensive training and experimentation to enhance their bodies. As a result, we achieve the ability to wield magic, our bodies are stronger, and our senses are enhanced greatly.” Adrian glanced down at her and wondered,
“The processes sound dangerous…I can’t imagine that many survive.” With a grimace, (Y/N) nodded.
“Very few make it…even fewer are able to handle the stress it takes on the mind and body.” She paused then whispered, “…I almost didn’t.” For a moment, he didn’t respond, then he leaned close, gently taking her hand.
“What made you fight to survive?” (Y/N) sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“My brother.” Adrian grunted, but she smiled and added, “My parents learned at an exceedingly early time that I wasn’t going to carry on the Belmont name like Trevor was. And while they loved me, they couldn’t take me continually refusing to adhere to it. Our family has always had a tie to the Order, so as soon as they could, they sent me to the fortress.” She went silent, then said, “I don’t think my parents knew that only a few people survived coming out of there alive, so I know they didn’t send me there hoping I died.” Adrian squeezed her hand and asked,
“How old were you when they sent you away?”
“I was nine. I trained until I was eighteen, and when I left and traveled back home, I was met by a ruin.” (Y/N) clenched her jaw, trying to suppress her hurt. “The only thing that kept me alive during my training was the thought of coming back home to see my brother, the one person who respected that I didn’t want to be a supernatural hunter, and I returned to a burned down home and no family in sight. I travelled for a year and a half before I ran into him. And it was pure luck that I did.”
“What happened?”
“Hunters and huntresses aren’t exactly ‘given jobs’, we simply protect and bring justice where it’s needed. In my search for Trevor, I’d heard of a town that was being plagued by supposed dead men walking. I travelled there to see if I could help, and I was run into by a drunkard who was stumbling out of the inn.” She gazed up at him, a grin on her face. “Three guesses on who the drunkard was.” He chuckled, and she thought back to the moment she re-met her brother.
The militia seemed happy to see another fighter amongst them, especially one who was trained. She walked down the street after leaving the mayor’s home, intent on finding the inn so she could get a meal before going to search for the origins of the undead that plagued the town. She paused, waving over a young boy who couldn’t have been older than ten. “You there, young man!” He walked over, looking at her as she waved a gold coin. “Got a coin here for you if you tell me where the inn is, and any other news you’ve heard.” The boy’s eyes grew as he stared at the coin in her hand, and he nodded excitedly.
“Go to the end of the street and take a left, there’s the inn. I haven’t heard much, but I heard the militia saying that old man Thompson was the one making the dead come.” (Y/N) furrowed her brows.
“Why’s that?” The boy shrugged.
“I don’t know but Ma says he dabbles in the dark arts like the Belmonts did.” Her jaw clenched at the rumor, but she pushed it aside and asked,
“One more question and the coin is yours. Where’s old man Thompson live?” The boy pointed to a house far outside the town.
“He lives in that house over there. He doesn’t come out much since his wife died a year ago.” (Y/N) glanced at it and frowned, then turned and tossed the coin to the boy before heading off towards the inn. She’d just reached the doors when they slammed open and a figure stumbled into her. She caught him, holding him up right.
“Hey. You okay there?” The man nodded and rambled,
“Y-yeah…just had a few drinks.” (Y/N) tipped her head to the side as she stared into his face; the man frowned at her. “Somethin’ on my face?” Realization hit her and she whispered,
“Trevor?” His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at her, then his eyes went wide and he breathed,
“(Y/N)?” She smiled, laughing tearfully, and exclaimed,
“I can’t believe I’ve run into you! I’ve been looking for you!” A smile grew across his face and it held for a second, then he grimaced. She felt her heart sink as she asked, “Trevor? What’s wro-” Her words fell short as he bent over.
“And he threw up all over my feet, then went, ‘wow, I feel so much better now.’” (Y/N) watched Adrian cover his mouth as he laughed. When he calmed, she laid her head back against his shoulder and mused, “We’ve been together ever since.”
“You two are remarkably close for not exactly growing up together. And extremely protective of one another.” She nodded.
“We’re all the family we have…it’s our job to look out for each other.” (Y/N) grunted. “Other times I want to push him off a cliff because he’s the biggest pain in my ass I’ve ever had.” Adrian snorted and she yawned again, struggling to keep her eyes open. “Personally, I make it…my job…to…return the…favor…” Adrian felt her go slack against his side, and as he looked down at her, he realized just how exhausted she was. He smiled, gently placed his coat over her body, enjoying the way she snuggled closer, and closed his eyes too letting himself rest his head against hers.
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"steam rising from a bowl of soup" + dealer's choice!
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“I don’t care that it’s an inconvenience for you,” Stasia rolled her eyes, arm crossing over her chest, “You’re there to keep things under control.” Fifteen minutes, that’s how long she had spent talking to Jack, well arguing was probably the better term. She rubbed her temple listening to the flimsy excuses of her underling, calculating the time it would take to fly down there herself and fix the situation. “Jack I need you to fix this, that’s all I’m asking of you. If you think it’s an inconvenience for yourself imagine how much of one it’ll be for me if I have to go down there.”
His excuses continued as Stasia looked up at Carly, with her pale skin and blood red eyes, giving a small smile. Carly returned it making her way to the stove in the three bedroom house lifting the lid to inspect the contents inside. Stasia paced the kitchen lips tightening into a thin line, “Look I’m going to give you ten hours to fix this whole situation or to at least be in the process of doing so, got it?” She paused her eyes narrowing as she lowered her voice, “Jack if I have to go down there, you will regret it.” Stasia hung up the phone tossing it onto the table as Carly set the fresh bowl of soup in front of it. “You know I miss when you could slam a phone closed.”
“Or slam them against the cradle,” Carly laughed lightly, her smile widening showing off her elongated canines, “Can’t tell you how many of both I broke.” The two women laughed as they took a seat, Stasia leaning down to the bowl, steam brushing along her cheekbones. “Should I start making arrangements for the jet, Stasia?”
“Hm,” she waved her hand, “Not yet, no. They’re all incompetent but Jack is the least out of them all.”
“Which Jack is it?” Carly asked resting her chin on her hand, “Hit the Road Jack or Jack Hammer?”
“The one in New York,” Stasia smiled with a small eye roll, “You just love giving all of them code names?”
The pale woman shrugged leaning back in the chair, “Makes it easier to keep track of the region and we have like five different Jacks in leader positions.” Carly bit her lower lip focusing on the space behind Stasia, “New York is Jack DiCaprio, I don’t think that’s saying much.” Carly’s eyes focused back on Stasia as she brought the spoon to her mouth, “I can make some calls, have Hugo on the ready.”
Stasia gave a nod, a smile coming onto her face as she took the first bite, “My god Carly, you managing to keep your cooking prowess after all these years seems unnatural.” Carly smiled, head tilting down pushing a strand of hair back behind her ear, some human habits never left, her embarrassed mannerisms being the most prominent. “I am forever grateful that I get to be the one to reap that fact,” Stasia praised taking another bite, the phone vibrating once more.
She rolled her eyes, “I’ll go and make the call,” Carly said softly making her way to the basement of the house.
Stasia answered, putting the phone on speaker, “This better be life or death Jaqueline,” Maybe we do have too many Jacks.
“Kind of,” the woman on the other end replied, “We lost hold of Bexley ma’am.”
Her spoon clattered into the bowl, “You WHAT!”
“We lost-.”
“I heard you the first time,” she growled, rubbing her forehead, “What I want to know is how you managed to lose hold of it?”
“Uh,” Jaqueline’s voice wavered, “Well there’s a new Strigoi, he was some MMA fighter or something, and well he’s wanting to have a region to call his own.”
“And that’s it?”
“Well he’s very charismatic,” the woman added quickly, “Some of the uh women and men helped him.”
“Some of our people helped him.”
“That’s correct ma’am.”
Stasia took a deep breath, “So what do you plan on doing to get Bexley back?”
“Uhm,” Stasia could hear the movement of the woman shifting, “Well I was hoping to get your input on that.”
Stasia stayed silent, the woman doing the same for the next ten seconds, “Well tell me your plan.”
“Right, uh, yeah. My plan.”
“You don’t even have a plan,” she slammed her hand on the table, standing, “So what you just thought you could call me and I’d have one magically ready for you?” The woman on the phone stuttered, “That’s not how this works Jaqueline. I put you in charge so you could put out fires like this, so that I can focus on the bigger picture. I can’t keep coming over and doing your job for you otherwise what’s the point of having you around, hm.”
“I-I- Well you’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll- I’ll get. I’ll take care of this.”
Stasia crossed her arm, resting it in the crook of her elbow, “You better, because as your predecessor would tell you,” she lowered her voice, “there are no second chances.”
“But didn’t you uh,” the woman started to ask, swallowing hard, “You know uh that doesn’t matter. I’m gonna go and get right on remedying the situation.”
The woman hung up, Stasia gripping the phone, knuckles white, teeth grinding, “INGRATES!”
Her free hand shot out slapping the ceramic bowl off the table, its destination the wall to her right. The pieces fell ringing in Stasia’s ears, her hands resting on the table, nails digging into the dark wood. Carly approached her quietly, hand reaching out to her shoulder, “How hard is it to keep an eye on territory, Carly? Tell me, because you seemed to handle it just fine all those years ago.”
“Well back in my day,” Carly’s voice taking on a crotchety lilt, “I made sure there was loyalty among my faction, all I needed was a good punch.” The corners of Stasia’s lips quirked briefly in a smile, “You know how these kids are, they think the way to win is through mind games only.”
Stasia let out a sigh, “It makes it irritating,” her eyes met Carly’s, “Did you get Hugo on standby?”
She nodded, “Just needs to know where we’re going.”
“I hope you’re craving British,” Carly groaned, “We lost Bexley.”
Carly’s mouth fell open, “How-. We lost Bexley.” Stasia gave a short nod, “That should have been the easiest to keep an eye on.”
“Well Jaqueline had some traitors in her midst.”
Carly rolled her eyes, throwing her hands up, “Of course it’s Jaque the Ripper.” She shook her head, “I’ll call him and let him know we’ll be leaving after your-.”
The sharp ring of the doorbell had both women looking to the front of the house, Stasia glancing at the clock on the wall. Still too early for her apprentices to be showing up for their lessons. Carly gave a nod, making her way back down to the basement, Stasia glancing through the peephole once she made it to the door. She cocked a brow seeing the multi-colored hair of her newest addition. “Tia,” she greeted, opening the door, smile easily coming to her face, “I didn’t expect you to come by until later.”
The young woman looked down, pushing some hair behind her ear, “I know, I’m sorry. I just-,” Tia inhaled deeply, “I need to talk to you Stella.”
Stasia opened the door farther, “Of course, sweetie, come in.” Tia nodded, shoulders hunching over as she made her way over the threshold, “Can I get you anything to drink? Tea or water perhaps?”
Tia swallowed, shaking her head, Stasia catching a glimpse of the tears in the twenty year old’s eyes, “No thank you.”
Stasia put her arms around Tia’s shoulders, guiding her to the living room sofa, “Honey what happened?” The tears started to fall as the two women sat down on the sofa, “Oh Tia,” Stasia whispered, pulling her closer, smoothing her hair, “You can tell me anything.”
She nodded, sniffling, “I know. I know, but I-I have to drop out of my lessons with you.” She pulled away wiping at her face, “I have to go back home for a- Well I don’t know how long actually.”
Stasia’s brows knitted together, “What happened at home, sweetie?”
“My mom’s sick,” Tia whispered, eyes cast down, “I have to go and take care of her.”
“Your mom’s sick,” Stasia repeated, as the young woman nodded, “Well that’s terrible. I’m so sorry.” She smoothed the dyed hair, “Don’t worry about the lessons,” Tia’s eyes went wide, “You have enough skill to be able to practice on your own.”
“But I might not have the time to learn what you want to be teaching me. She might need around the clock care.”
“I was actually thinking that we change your curriculum,” Stasia grabbed her hands, giving her a sympathetic smile, “Magic is mostly about practice. So matter what kind of spell you do it will strengthen your power. I have some books downstairs that contain healing spells and rituals.”
“I-. Are you saying I could get rid of whatever is wrong with her?” Tia sat straighter, her lips quirked in a hopeful smile.
“Well,” Stasia looked down, letting out a slow breath, “no, not really. These are spells meant for minor illnesses and injuries.”
“Oh.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t use them to help your mom still,” Stasia brushed some of Tia’s hair back, “I assume it’s cancer?”
Tia nodded, “Currently Stage three.”
“Well you can use these to help in providing comfort and relieving some of the pain that comes with it.”
“Maybe stop it from getting worse?”
Stasia smiled, “Possibly. I can’t guarantee that though.” She patted Tia’s knee, “Here let me grab them for you. You just stay right here.” She stood making her way to the basement, smile spreading across her face.
Carly smirked watching as Stasia skimmed the library, “What’s got you all happy all of a sudden?”
“Tia’s mother is sick,” she glanced over her shoulder, “Stage three cancer.”
Carly blinked, her smile falling away, “Oh, that’s terrible,” Stasia nodded, mumbling to herself, “So why do you seem so happy about that?”
“A-ha,” Stasia pulled a black leather bound book, eyes scanning for another, “Well I told her that there wasn’t anything that could fully heal away her mother’s cancer.” She pulled a brown leather bound book along with a thinner journal, both with matching Nordic runes, “There is though.”
“So why not tell her that?”
“Because Carly,” she answered, setting the books down getting some supplies together for travel, “Tia could prove to be more useful than just a power source. I could make her a full time apprentice.”
Carly nodded along slowly, “Be nice to have someone like you on the other side of the world.” Stasia beamed at Carly, “But she seems so….nice.”
“Not until she gets a little taste of the power she could have,” she held up a vial to the light, “and ailing parents are such great motivators to try something a little more unethical in her eyes at the current moment.”
Carly’s red eyes flicked to the black book, “There’s a spell in there that can do that.” Stasia hummed, “And what if she doesn’t take the bait?”
Stasia looked at her slowly, “Don’t tell me the Jacks have gotten to you, Carly.” The undead woman put her hands up, “She’s still of use just less than if she does the spell I want her to do.” She closed up the box, bringing it to the stairs, “Trust me though, a girl like her always takes the bait. She’s just going to be the first to live through it.” Carly looked her up and down, frowning with her brows knitted together until Stasia was out of the door.
Tia stood hearing Stasia make her way back to the living room, “Here let me help you with that, Stella,” she rushed over grabbing the box from the bottom. “This is a lot of stuff. I don’t think I can accept all of this.”
Stasia waved a hand, “I insist. It’s just something to get you started anyway.”
Tears brimmed her eyes once more, “Thank you. Thank you so much,” Tia reached out with one arm, Stasia following in the embrace, “This means so much to me.”
“Oh of course honey,” she pulled away, hands on Tia’s shoulders, “Now you just call if you need anything in those spells that you can’t find at home okay? I can send some out to you no problem.” The young woman nodded enthusiastically, Stasia smoothing her hair once more, “Now you get going to your mother. She needs you right now.”
Stasia leaned in the doorway watching as the mint green VW bus drove off in the midday sun, hearing the basement door start to creak open. She closed the door coming face to face with Carly, “What did you mean she would be the first to live through that spell?”
“The one that’s needed takes a lot from a witch, some girls didn’t have the power needed. Shame for a few of them actually.”
Carly crossed her arms, Stasia gliding past into the kitchen, “What makes you so sure though?”
Stasia paused, looking over her shoulder, “Because I know exactly what Tia is and the power that comes with someone like her.” She gave a chuckle, grabbing the broom, “Well if it's at the same level of a Moroi.”
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Take Your Heart In Your Teeth (4/?)
Warnings: None!
Fandom: BBC Dracula (Dracula x Reader)
Author’s Note: I don’t really add that many descriptive details about the reader, because I’d like whoever’s reading this to be able to picture themselves. Also, in this chapter, I’ve essentially tried writing Dracula getting an erection as poetically as I could lol. Enjoy! As always, comments/criticisms/feedback/reblogs/likes are appreciated!
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6:57 am
Dracula: RENFIELD WILL PICK YOU UP AT 8:15. CONSIDER HIM YOUR PERSONAL DRIVER NOW.
7:14 AM
Me: I appreciate it, but that’s really not necessary. It’s only been a week, and I don’t want him to feel like he has to wait on me as well.
7:16 am
Dracula: DON’T BE SO STUBBORN. THIS WAY YOU’LL ALWAYS BE ON TIME, AND I DON’T WANT TO MISS A SECOND OF MY TIME WITH YOU.
I found myself rereading his last text over and over, and each time it gave my stomach butterflies. Realistically I knew that Dracula meant he wanted his memoirs finished as soon as possible, but I let myself fantasize a little, let myself imagine that he was attracted to me as well.
“I hope you know what you’re doing. It’s been a week, and you’re no closer to (Y/N) divulging anything useful than you were when she first started.”
“I know, Renfield,” Dracula admitted, fighting the overwhelmingly human urge to roll his eyes. “I’m trying a new tactic today. If I don’t get what I need, her blood will offer up anything she doesn’t.”
“Which is why I thought she would have been dead already.”
“You’re going to be late, Renfield,” Dracula answered, ignoring the statement. “And you know how much I hate it when she’s late.”
~~~
At 8:15 on the dot, Renfield pulled up, and I got in the back.
“Morning, (Y/N),” he said, looking at me through the rear view mirror. For an instant, he looked accusatory, like I had done something wrong, but he quickly looked to the road and pulled out.
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I hung up my coat and started walking to the office, figuring today would be very much like all of last week, writing down everything Dracula said, joking with him and his endlessly vague questions, but instead, Dracula surprised me.
“I want to talk about you today, if that’s ok with you,” he said, leading me into his living room, which was equally as beautiful as every other room I had been in so far. Black wood furniture, an oriental rug, and a gold chandelier decorated this room, and I was met with the strangest feeling, like I had accidentally tripped my way into being royalty.
He sat down on the red velvet couch, crossing one leg over the other, and he looked expectantly at me, waiting for me to do the same. He somehow looked even better than he did all of last week, with a button up shirt tucked into dress pants, and though he wore the shirt casually again, with open buttons and the sleeves rolled up, he was also wearing suspenders. I thought that if I opened my mouth too wide, I would salivate all over his very expensive floor.
I sat down without saying a word, and he tilted his head and smiled, like he was trying to come off as innocent, as non threatening.
“So, uh, before we begin, let me get this straight. You want me to talk about myself? Trust me, I am more than happy to make money by indulging in my narcissistic tendencies, but how does this help you, exactly?”
He laughed in a way that told me I was behind on the joke. “It actually helps me a great deal.”
“Ok, sure.” I took a steady breath. “Well, um, to start off I guess, I’m a Leo, if that matters at all. Um, I was born upstate but I moved to—”
“No,” he interrupted right away, and then catching himself, he added softly, “what I mean is, I want to know your work background. How you came to study what you do, myths, legends, lore, fables...where you’ve traveled to, what you’ve seen, for example.”
“Oh!” I said, a little too loudly, trying to cover my embarrassment. “Sorry. Yeah, I can do that. So, growing up, I was a voracious reader, but I also excelled in history. When I got to college, I knew that I wanted to write, I knew that I loved research, and I knew that I loved history, and how different civilizations reacted to things they didn’t understand. From the unknown came lore, myths, and gods, and stories of the paranormal. I double majored in writing and history, and senior year, one of my professors was doing research in Norway, and he invited me along, thinking I could build a senior thesis from it. We went looking for the sunstone, thought to be a myth from the Viking age. As the story went, they would use a piece of Icelandic spar to navigate, and turns out, it wasn’t just a story at all. One of our colleagues found a piece of calcite in Alderney, in a sunken 16th century ship, and long story short, it actually works. It’s so cool. You hold up a chunk of Icelandic spar to the sky when it’s cloudy, and it helps locate the sun. I was one of the first to try it on that expedition and I thought I’d cry tears of joy! I...um,” but my voice died out when I looked at Dracula. I hadn’t realized I had been rambling.
“Um, anyways...yeah. Sorry. I don’t want to put you to sleep.” I looked down at my shoes, embarrassed yet again, but Dracula laughed. He actually laughed.
“Trust me, (Y/N),” he said, and he leaned forward and gently grabbed a hold of my chin, forcing me to look at him. His fingers were again ice cold, but I never wanted him to move his hand away. He stared me in the eyes, like he was imploring me to believe him. “Absolutely nothing you say could ever put me to sleep. Please continue.” With that, he laughed and let me go.
~~~
We talked and drank throughout the day, and I was surprised to find that he was quite easy to talk to. He was amiable, flirtatious, at points, and witty. He was also well traveled, a point we had in common, but I still wanted to know exactly what I had been hired for.
“Tell me the truth, Dracula,” I slightly slurred. “Why am I here? I haven’t done any writing for you at all today, and all we’ve talked about is me. I can’t be that exciting.”
“I suppose you could call me something of a...story collector.” He smiled to himself and leaned closer to me, trailing a finger across the back of my hand, giving me chills. It was almost embarrassing how much he had an effect on me. “I’ve spent time in Europe myself, as you well know. Perhaps I’m biased, but Romania, particularly, I found to have the best stories, and I too devoured the locals.”
“...the locals’ what?” I asked, after a second.
“Pardon?”
“You never finished your sentence. You said you devoured the locals’, and then you drifted off. Their legends, you mean?”
Dracula laughed and sat back, away from me, and I immediately missed the closeness. “Perhaps,” he answered, with a hint of a smile. “You’ve been to Romania?”
“I have.”
“And what did you find? Strigoi and Solomonar aside, of course,” he added with a smirk.
“Uh,” I said, trying to think back. It had been so long, and the vodka and flirtations I drank in all afternoon were going to my head. “I don’t quite remember...except that I fell at one point. Ask me tomorrow when I’m sober,” I smiled. Dracula’s eyes drifted from my face to my neck.
“Quite unfortunate.” He wasn’t smiling.
~~~
It was easy, though tedious, for Dracula to pretend being drunk. He had done it countless times to keep up appearances. This, though, had been his Plan C. The more he talked to (Y/N), the less he wanted to take the chance of drinking her blood, mostly because he wanted more than anything to keep her alive. Plan A had spectacularly failed though. (Y/N) had thought the whole psychological angle was a joke and she never took his questions seriously. Plan B didn’t work either. He had taken too long to bring up Romania today, fully content on just listening to her speak, and she had imbibed too much vodka to recall anything with clarity. So, Plan C it was. He just hoped he had the strength to pull away.
Slowly, he leaned closer to her, and with her beautiful eyes wide, he pushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing her exquisite neck. Her pulse was racing, and he smiled to himself. Her blood was so close, she was so close, her scent, so intoxicating, so potent… Dracula felt himself drawn in, more so by (Y/N) than his bloodlust, he vaguely thought, but he pushed that out his mind. Instead he leaned in, and pressing a kiss to her skin first to satisfy the need in his stomach, he bit down, right below her ear, and was immediately met with her scorching hot blood.
Euphoric, Dracula thought, and he couldn’t help but let out a moan. He gripped her neck tighter, wanting to bring her even closer, wanting to wrap himself around her, drown himself in her blood, drown himself in her. He wanted her in that moment, every piece, everything she was willing to give him, and he felt a stir in his lower abdomen, a feeling he hadn’t felt in centuries, a feeling he blissfully wanted to prolong, to be selfish with, but something was off. She was fighting against him. He could feel her muscles pull beneath him, trying to break free, but he wasn’t done, he greedily wasn’t done and he hated himself and the instantaneous guilt that was now tightly bounding his bones, but he tried calming her as best he could. He made her dream.
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Vampire Academy FF pt.1
I had never been away from home this long on my own before. Although, I did run away, so that could’ve been affecting my levels of paranoia. I felt like I couldn’t sleep. Like around every corner was someone, or something, that was going to hurt me. I sat on the train and tried to just look out the window and listen to my music. I vaguely knew where I was going. The seat next to me was being occupied by a taller gentleman. He looked pretty young, but his features were…different. He looked so pale and his eyes were severely bloodshot. I couldn’t really say anything, though. I hadn’t slept in about twenty six hours so I’m sure I looked just as bad. I glanced over at him to get an idea of my surroundings and the people that I would most likely have to interact with. Unfortunately, he looked over at the same time and my dusty green eyes locked with his ice blue. I gave a quick smirk and went back to looking out my window. I felt him tap my shoulder and begrudgingly turned to him while taking out my earbuds and putting on a fake, nervous smile.
“Sorry to bother you, I was just wondering if you knew a good place to stay where we’re headed,” he asked.
“Oh, honestly? I’m not even totally sure where that is,” I replied with a small laugh.
“We’re going to Baltimore, you don’t know that?”
“I mean, I do. I did. I’m sorry, I’m just really tired.”
“Why aren’t you sleeping? I’m sure we have plenty of time before we get there.”
“I just get really nervous when I travel,” I lied.
“Oh, well where are you headed?”
“Pennsylvania, I think.”
“I’d be nervous too if I had no idea where I was going,” he said with a smile.
“I have a general idea.”
“Look, I have a friend that gets really good deals at hotels. How about when I call to get a room for myself, I hook you up too?”
“You don’t have to do that, honest.”
“You’re a weary traveler, I’d love to help.” And with that he pulled out his cell phone and went to make the call. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that he had a lankier build and blonde, styled hair. He kind of looked like one of those California hipster-surfer-type guys, but hell if I know. I looked at the people across from me and saw two more guys; one was reading a book and the other seemed to be asleep. But they both had the same pallor and bloodshot eyes as the man that just left. I started to get scared and paranoid, even more so than before. What if these men were after me? The one reading the book looked up at me and I quickly darted my eyes to look out the window. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him move over to the seat next to me.
“So where are you from?”
“Atlanta,” I lied.
“Really? Because this train was supposed to be non-stop from Florida.”
“You only asked where I was from, not how I got on this train.”
“Fair enough,” he replied with a glare. “So where are you headed?”
“Pennsylvania.”
“What’s in Pennsylvania?”
“My destination.”
He chuckled. “So, you’re a smartass.”
“I’m just cautious of sketchy guys on trains.”
“You didn’t seem cautious of that guy.” I looked up in the direction that he was gesturing to.
“People make mistakes. I wasn’t cautious before, now I am.”
I could tell he was smiling at me. He leaned in closer. I finally turned to him to tell him off, but when our eyes met I just stopped.
“Why are you going to Pennsylvania?”
“I need to find Eli.” What was I doing?! Why was I telling him this?
“Who’s Eli?”
“This guy I met back home. He left and I need to find him.”
“Where is ‘home’?”
“New Orleans.” Fuck, what was I doing?
“Why did you lie before?”
“I was scared.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want them to find me.” Why the fuck couldn’t I lie to him?
“Who?”
“The bad vampires.” He leaned away from me and quickly glanced at his friend who was no longer sleeping.
“How do you know about them?”
“Town legends.” At least I could bend the truth.
“Legends don’t mean anything. How do you know they’re real?”
“I’ve seen them.” Fuck.
“Where?”
“In town. They always come during the summer.”
“Why do you think Eli is in Pennsylvania?”
“That’s where he said his school was.”
“A school for vampires?” Luckily, the blonde guy came back and the other two quickly stopped their interrogation and everyone went back to their respective seats. I breathed a sigh of relief when the blonde guy sat back down next to me. But that feeling was short-lived because soon I was under his control.
He stared into my eyes. “My name is Cole. This is Damian and Alek. You’re going to stay with us for a bit until we figure this out. You won’t scream, or yell, or run away. You will stay with us until I say otherwise. Once I let you go, you won’t remember anything about your encounters with us. Now tell me that you understand and will follow these directions.”
Without thinking I said, “I understand. I will follow your directions.” And then it was over, I was in full control of myself, but I wasn’t. I had this nagging feeling in the back of my mind to run away and find help, but there was no part of my body that actually did anything about it. I simply sat there while the three guys went about their business. Eventually, I just fell asleep.
The next thing I remember is being in this huge hotel, walking down the ornately decorated hallways. A set of double doors opened in front of me and I stepped into a massive suite. The main room was about the size of a studio apartment and had a similar layout; the sitting area was in the front, and the bed and side tables were at the back wall. Next to the bed was an archway to a kitchenette. Cole led me inside. On both sides of the suite were huge doors that led to balconies; one overlooking the courtyard to the hotel, the other overlooking the city. At either balcony were Damian and Alek, locking and chaining the doors from the outside. The entire room was illuminated by the yellow-orange glow of the sunset.
“This will be our room,” said Cole.
“The four of us,” I asked, taking note of the one bed.
“No, my dear, just us.”
“Oh, okay.”
It was like I was in a trance. I couldn’t disagree or question. I was perfectly content with the answers that he was giving me. Cole walked us over to the bed and sat me down. He knelt in front of me and looked into my eyes.
“I have to step out for a moment. Please stay put, get comfortable if you’d like. I’ll be back before you know it.”
I lay back in the bed as he walked out of the room, resting against the oversized pillows. I kind of just sat there for a while, taking in the scenery. At one point, a maid or bellhop or someone entered the room and set my bags next to my side of the bed. I looked over at him and gave a polite smile to show my thanks. All I got in return was a disgusted look and an eye roll before he turned and walked away.
Despite the shitty service, the hotel was pretty nice. The lighting in the room really fascinated me. Surely it couldn’t be that late in the afternoon, and there was no way sunlight looked this beautiful even in a room like this. I looked at the windows and realized they had been tinted, not just the typical window tinting for car windows. It was as if all the windows were tinted like sunglasses, giving everything a golden, vibrant hue. I got up and walked over to one of the glass balcony doors. Clearly, I couldn’t open it, but the view of the courtyard was astounding. It was essentially a miniature botanical garden; there were rose bushes and hibiscus and a grand fountain in the center that I really wanted to go splash in….
“I see you’ve discovered the view,” I heard from behind me. I quickly turned around and saw Cole hovering over me.
“Oh, uh, yea. It’s really pretty.”
“What would you like to do,” he asked tilting his head to the side. The look he gave me made me feel like the injured antelope, and he was the lion.
“Honestly? I was thinking about splashing in the fountain.”
“Unfortunately, I can’t allow that. They’re mad enough that I’ve brought the two idiots, when they saw you in tow they all about threw us out.”
“Why can’t I be here?”
“Because you’re a human. We have no use for you other than food, and since I have no plans on using you as a food source, you’re essentially useless.”
I felt a lump of fear stick in my throat. “Why am I here?”
He reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Sweet, sweet Claire, you’re here to lead me to Court.”
I was honestly so confused that all I could muster was: “Wh-what?”
“Ah, I see they haven’t told you everything,” he was giving me a look of amused sympathy. “We can discuss this later. For now, let’s just relax.”
I was back under his control. “Ok.” We walked over to the bed and lay down next to each other. We were on our sides facing each other in silence for a long time, seemingly forever.
“Tell me, Claire, what’s it like to be in a community where humans and Moroi and Dhampirs all interact and reproduce together?”
“It’s all I know. My parents are both human and I have dhampir cousins. But I have plenty of distant Moroi relatives. None of whom are royalty, but they do live amongst the Tainted.”
Cole snickered at my use of colloquial language. “Yes, the Tainted: those Moroi who separate themselves from dhampirs and humans.”
“Except they use dhampirs as their own personal bodyguards because they don’t know how to defend themselves. They refuse to fight, to remember the old days, how it should be.”
“You seem proud of your heritage.” It was the first time I had seen Cole look…honest.
“It’s all I know,” I repeated.
“And Strigoi?”
“I’ve never seen one. Not many people from my community have. They tend to stay away from groups like ours because they know it’d be a death sentence to mess with us.”
“As a collective, yes. Individually, no.”
My eyes jumped up to meet his, fear all over my face.
“Don’t worry, my little Keeper. I’m not here to kill you. At least not yet; I need you first.” He smiled as if that would make it better and at first I was insanely terrified, but then I didn’t feel any fear at all. We were just looking at each other; I was looking at myself in his bloodshot, icy blue eyes, just as he was looking at himself in my dusty green. “Kiss me, Claire.”
Without thinking, I leaned towards him and allowed him to kiss me. But we didn’t stop. Soon enough he had pulled me on top of him, but we wouldn’t stop, I couldn’t stop. Something was really wrong. Why was this still happening? I didn’t feel right; it was unnatural and wasn’t leading anywhere good. All I kept thinking about was Eli, how much better it felt to kiss him; his warm lips, his hands on me, the contact of our body heat.
Eli, Eli, Eli, Eli….
I pulled away from the kiss in such a way that I almost fell of the foot of the bed. “Stop, stop, no! What are you doing to me? Let me go! I don’t want to be here!” I was cowering on the edge as he got up and walked over to me. I couldn’t move.
“My dear, why must you make things difficult?” He had used a pet name, but there was no sense of joking or affection on his face like before. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and crept closer; I was frozen with fear. He approached me and grabbed both of my arms. I yelped in fear and turned my head away from his face, closing my eyes tightly.
“Please, stop,” I whimpered, tears forming behind my closed lids.
“You really need to start trusting people, Claire. I told you I wasn’t going to kill you.” And then I felt his fangs biting into my neck.
The pain was quickly replaced by sense of drunken euphoria. It was amazing, and once he was done, I fell back onto the bed feeling entirely content with the situation that I was currently in. I was high. I had heard other girls, and some guys, talk about how good the bite feels, but I had never gotten to experience it myself. Now that I had, I wondered if Eli would ever bite me. I knew that we had opposing views of biting for fun, and biting for food. But how could this be wrong? It felt amazing and if he bit me, not only would he be feeding himself, but he’d be getting me high. It was basically a win-win. I soon fell asleep, probably from the blood loss, and woke up to find my neck bandaged.
But the dream I had while I was out felt so real. At first it was just me standing in an empty room and then, all of a sudden, the room turned into the botanical garden in the hotel’s courtyard. The sunlight felt so nice on my skin.
“Claire?” I knew that voice; I turned and saw Eli standing by the fountain.
“Eli! I’m so glad to see you,” I said running over to give him a hug. Unfortunately, he quickly pulled away and his face was all business.
“Claire, where are you?”
“Um, Baltimore? I think. I’m on my way to find you,” I explained with a smile. “Isn’t the sunlight fantastic?” I pulled my hair to the side and Eli stared at me wide-eyed.
“Claire, what happened to your neck,” he asked carefully.
“I was bitten, I think. There are these guys I met on the train. I can’t leave them, they won’t let me.”
“How many times have they done this to you,” he asked with anger in his voice. He took my hands and was inspecting my wrists and forearms.
“It’s just been the one time, and it was only Cole.”
“Cole? Who’s Cole?”
“He’s a Moroi, obviously. He looks a lot different than you and your friends, though. Actually, they all do, Damian and Alek, too.” Eli looked worried. “What’s wrong?”
“Claire, you have to get away from these men. You need to go back home.”
“I can’t leave,” I said matter-of-factly. “Have you ever bitten someone? You know, just for the hell of it?”
“What? No, of course not; that’s wrong and dirty.”
“What if you liked it dirty,” I asked flirtatiously, moving closer to him. I reached to put my arms around his neck but he took a step back. “What now?”
“Claire, please, do whatever you have to, but get out of there.”
“I can’t fight like the rest of the Keepers, Eli. My parents never entirely believed in it so I was never taught. These guys…they’re doing something that I can’t fight. I can’t run or fight like my dhampir cousins. I don’t heal like the rest of you. I’m just human.”
Eli looked at me with concern.
And then the dream was over. I woke up in the hotel’s bed and rolled over to look at the door. I didn’t see Cole anywhere, but I could hear angry voices from outside the suite’s door. I got up slowly, but even that gave me a head rush. I tried to creep towards the door so that they wouldn’t be able to hear me over their muffled shouting. I finally crossed the room and was able to put my ear to the door.
“She’s fine, she’s asleep,” said Cole.
“She’s not supposed to be here this long. Are you trying to seduce her or something? That’s not part of the plan.” I didn’t recognize this voice but I assumed it was Alek.
“She’s not a pet, Cole, we can’t keep her around for our own amusement. We just need her to get us into Court, and then we kill her,” scolded Damian.
“I understand that,” snapped Cole. “I was just trying to get her to trust me. This bloodwhore compulsion bullshit only gets us so far.”
“If you want her to trust you, convince her you’re her boyfriend or something,” said the unfamiliar voice.
“Do you understand how stupid that sounds? We’re not actually compelling her; we don’t have the magic for that.”
“Just get her high enough that the only thing she’ll want to do is stick around and help us,” ordered Damian. “The only reason she freaked out is because we only bit her once before. It wasn’t enough to get her to follow us completely.”
“What? I’m supposed to just bite her every hour, on the hour?”
“No, not necessarily. Just enough so that she’ll start asking you to bite her and you won’t have to force her hand anymore.”
I couldn’t believe what I had heard. I was stunned, I couldn’t figure out where to go from there. I sat on the step before the door and looked at the room. I tried plotting my escape, but I couldn’t figure out how to do it. How had they bitten me before? When I was asleep? On the train? So much was going on in my mind that I almost didn’t hear the door open behind me, but I was still too stunned to react.
“Claire,” Cole sounded surprised. “You’re awake, good. Are you feeling better?” He walked over so that he was crouched in front of me, looking for a reaction. I decided to try and fake my way out of this.
I looked at him and smiled, trying my best to look drunk or stoned. “I’m feeling fine, why?”
“You just didn’t seem like yourself earlier.” He was choosing his words carefully, wary of my current attitude.
“Really? That’s strange,” I tried my best to look innocently confused.
#vampire academy#fanfic#vampire#moroi#dhampir#creative writing#writers block#please help#constructive critism welcome
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When Night Comes - seven
Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?
pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader
warnings: mob!Bucky, cursing, the feels, angst, I’m not nice to Yelena in this chapter
word count: 4k
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Tag list: @vickie5446 @cakesandtom @buckybarnessimpp @hidden-treasures21 @unaxv @mal-adaptive-dreams @elizacusi-blog
a/n: “If We Were Vampires (feat. Wesley Schultz)” by Noah Kahan inspired the last part of this chapter so give it a listen when you get closer to the end. I also need to stop making a posting schedule. I never follow it 😂
disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest
“If you can hear me, clap once.”
“If you can hear me, clap twice.”
“If you can hear me, clap three times.”
“And if you can hear me, put your hands in your lap,” Sunny smiles as the kids follow her instructions, “Thank you, thank you. Now we are going to go outside so when I call your name, please grab your things and go line up. I want a spy line; no one should be able to hear or see us walk down the hallway, yeah?”
The kids shout ‘yes’ in response and eagerly await their turn to line up, their tiny bodies nearly shaking with excitement to play outside. One by one they collect their things and line up, each having a little side conversation while eyeing the two teachers in the room because they know they’re not following expectations. Jessica, always the fly on the wall, sneaks up behind two boys and surprises them when she whispers, “Aren’t spies supposed to be silent?”
They nod in agreement and quickly shut their mouths, turning to face the person in front of them. Most of the time she’s able to surprise them and scare them (with love) while other times she has to whip out her maternal look of scorn to get them to follow rules. Sunny, however, can glance over in their direction and the kids immediately shape back up. All it takes is one fleeting glance and the kids know to listen. The more challenging ones might need a verbal reminder but sweet little Wyatt Rogers is quick to do that for the teachers. Jessica likes to joke that he will grow up to be a teacher or police officer one day with his love for rules and enforcing them.
Today is no different with him quickly stepping in to gently correct his peers before Jessica or Sunny have to. Unease fills Sunny though when she meets his startling blue eyes. She convinces herself that he has no way of knowing about Strigoi and that she knows about his parents even though the way his eyes are piercing her at the moment might be telling a different story. She offers him a small smile, hoping to ease her own worry. He smiles back before looking away to talk to the boy behind him. With his eyes no longer analyzing her soul, she should feel a way of relief washing over her but she doesn’t.
The phone rings, telling them that a parent is there to pick up their child, and she jumps at the sound. Jessica gives her a puzzled look as she starts the headcount and Sunny answers the phone.
“Hello, dragă.”
The honeyed voice strikes fear into her core and she freezes as it continues to speak, “I’m here for Wyatt. As much as I like Jessica, I’d rather you be the one to bring him out.”
“Uh… yeah okay, I’ll bring Wyatt out,” she stutters, hanging up the phone too quickly and shoving it into her sweatshirt pocket.
“Wyatt!” she calls over to the boy, “Wyatt it’s time to go home.”
“I can take him,” Jessica offers, still not blissfully unaware of everything that had happened a few days prior. All she had gotten out of her was that the date had gone well. Other than that, not a single word about Bucky or Alix.
“No, it’s okay. I’ll do it.”
Jessica catches her wrist before she can walk out of the door, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” and with that, she pulls her wrist away and places her hand on Wyatt’s shoulder to walk him to the main entrance.
Standing with his back to the door is Bucky in a black and white tweed jacket with black jeans and a matching striped sweater under. Wyatt races to open the door when he sees his uncle, pushing the door open with all of his might and letting the devil in disguise in.
“Uncle Buck! Mama said Daddy was going to pick me up today.”
“He got caught up with work and asked me to,” he tells him, ruffling up his blonde hair as he signs him out, “Go wait in the car.”
He allows the boy to duck under his arm as he opens the door before setting his sights on Sunny.
“Yelena told me that you refused our help again. How am I supposed to be a gentleman if you don’t let me?”
“I don’t think you qualify as a gentleman anymore.”
He raises his thick brows at her insinuation, “And what about me disqualifies me?”
“I know what you’re doing and I’m not falling for it.”
“I’m not doing anything but asking what you mean so please enlighten me.”
She cocks her head in annoyance, “I need to get back to the classroom.”
“Enlighten me,” he repeats, voice dropping a few octaves.
To the human ear, they might hear the slight hitch in her breathing but to him, he can hear every intake, how it sticks to the inside of her lungs and refuses to release. He can hear how her heartbeat quickens when he looks or speaks directly to her. He can hear the blood rush throughout her body and pound against the inside of her veins. Everything is laid bare to him and she is painfully aware of it hence why she finds the words spilling out without a second thought, “She told me that you’re a Strigoi and your business is how you know Alix.”
“Oh, she did? What else did she say?”
“You don’t know what she wants with me and that she’s putting herself in a lot of danger coming here.”
“And?”
“That’s all.”
His eyes narrow in disbelief but he lets it go, eyes softening at the fear that sours her usually sweet scent, “I’ll see you tonight, dragă.”
Too paralyzed by fear, she doesn't ask him what he means and just watches as he lets the door close behind him and gets into the car. It’s not until after his car pulls back onto the road that she snaps back to reality. Her body trembles as she walks back, air Jordans scuffling the linoleum that is probably as old as she imagines Bucky to be.
Jessica peeks her head out of the doorway, “What took so long? Was he being… a meanie head?”
The girl in front of the line squawks at her choice of words, chiding her for calling someone a name.
“He just wanted to talk,” she quickly says before turning to the kids, “Remember spies in the hallway, and then you can go wild outside.”
An eruption of excited squeals comes from the line but they all settle down the moment they step into the hallways. Too focused on walking backward and keeping a close eye on the line, her body returns to its normal state and she doesn’t feel the text vibrating in the back pocket of her jeans.
“Are you going to tell me what happened Friday night?”
“I already did.”
Jessica snorts, “No you did not. Something else happened so spill.”
Sunny’s trained on watching the hoard of children running around the playground, “Nothing else happened, I swear. It went well.”
“What happened with Bucky then?”
“Again nothing. He kept texting me all weekend but I told him I need space until I can figure out what to do.”
“So that’s why you came back terrified, okay, yeah,” sarcasm drips from Jessica’s voice as she mocks the lies, “You don’t have to tell me everything but at least quit lying about it.”
But she can’t.
She can’t tell her the truth, even a sliver of it will have Jess calling the cops because of how insane she sounds. The underlying pain in her voice tugs at her heart but it’s not enough to make her break and she maintains her cover-up.
“Jess, seriously, I’m not lying. It’s all just a lot. I wasn’t expecting that from him or to like Yelena so much so it’s just a lot trying to figure out what to do.”
“Yeah well, I know what to do.”
“Do tell.”
“Dump him and focus on her. She’s clearly more interested than he is no matter how downright gorgeous he is. I wouldn’t even give him the time of day. Ghost him.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Jessica sends her one glance and parting words before heading over to diffuse a fight she sees brewing, “There’s no thinking, just ghost him.”
The knock on her door disturbs her peace, drawing a deep groan from her as she stubbornly gets up. The intruder knocks again, more harshly this time as if saying ‘Hurry up and answer the damn door.’ The edible she took earlier needs to kick in faster if she’s going to deal with whoever decided that 10 pm is the perfect time to bother her. Before the third round of knocks comes, she swings open the door and levels a very bored look at Bucky.
“The fuck are you doing here?”
“I told you I was coming over.”
“And I thought you'd forget but here we are,” she goes to close the door but his large hand stops it.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“Is that a part of the Strigoi thing?”
“Nope,” he pops the ‘p’ a little too much as she steps to the side and lets him in. It’s dark enough inside that he wonders if she was about to go to bed, however, the music video that’s playing on the projector tells him otherwise. Sza has been playing on repeat since she got home and she’s definitely not about to pause it for him.
He looks around her apartment, taking in every detail he can about her and the side she never lets anyone see. Ms. Sunny the daycare teacher is not the true representation of who she is aside from a few key characteristics. She is loving, warm, and amazing with kids however those are usually hidden behind her favorite blank stare and quick comebacks. Something about her is distinctly unique and maybe it’s the way she casually knocks his ego down or it’s how quickly she got under his skin without trying.
Either way, he has to harass her for the basket of edibles on the coffee table, “I didn’t peg you for a stoner.”
She drops back into her spot on the couch, wrapping herself in a blanket, “Says the drug dealer.”
“I’m not a drug dealer,” his retort goes over her head as he takes a seat on the other side of the couch.
“I find that hard to believe,” leaning forward, she pops open a container and takes another edible. This man requires at least 20 mg for her to put up with his shit. She can feel his eyes burning holes into her back so she offers the container to him. Maybe a little THC will chill him out and he won’t be so unbearable
“I’m not like Alix.”
“So you’re not a mobster and not human?”
“Well you got me there but I promise I’m not in the same business as she is.”
“What business are you in exactly?”
He takes a seat at the other side and says, “Is that the question you really want to ask?”
“It’s the first one I’m going to ask.”
He pops one into his mouth, eyes on hers the entire time like he’s trying his hardest to devour her. She pays him no mind and turns her attention to her phone to change the playlist. She contemplates putting on a show or movie to pass the time until the edibles hit them but he has other plans.
“Strigoi and Lycan’s business is different from what you’re thinking.”
Settling back into her corner, she narrows her eyes at him, “Different as in you traffic people?”
“We don’t do that. That’s more of a Lycan thing now. We are more about controlling our population and keeping our existence under wraps.”
“But you did do it at one point?”
“No, I didn’t but it was a Strigoi matter years ago. We don’t need to kidnap people to feed.”
“Next question; can you even get high?”
He lets out a small chuckle and slings his arm across the back of the couch, “Yes but it doesn’t last as long as it does for you. It acts as a dampener for the thirst.”
Her eyebrows shot up in shock, “Are you always ya know… bloodthirsty?”
“It never really goes away so in a way I guess but I can control myself. There’s no need to be afraid of me,” he softens his voice towards the end, smelling the fear that has started to rise in her.
“How do you know I’m afraid of you?”
“I can smell it and I’m not stupid. It’s written all over your face.”
She drops her face to look at her hands wrapped up in the green blanket her brother gave her before he died.
“Yelena has been tracking that Lycan woman you saw me with. Alix doesn’t seem to know where you are yet.”
“Key word is yet,” she scoffs, picking at the lint balls on the blanket.
“If you let us, we could protect you. She might be desperate but she wouldn’t risk years of peace to get to you.”
“You clearly don’t know her.”
“So tell me then; what does she want with you?”
The challenge in his words quickens her heartbeat and he snaps his eyes shut to will away the Strigoi inside as the blood rushing becomes overwhelming. When he opens his eyes, she’s staring at him with a knowing look.
“No need to be afraid of you?”
“What can I say? There’s something about you that makes me lose my self-control,” he chuckles however she’s unamused.
“That’s not very reassuring.”
“It should be flattering if anything,” he says as he takes off her leather jacket to reveal a simple gray t-shirt and black jeans. His signature superstars Adidas give him a domesticated look that is all too deceiving when she knows what lurks beneath the surface.
“How exactly is that flattering?”
“I’ve been around for a while, not many things tempt me let alone lose control. The fact that just being near you tests that aren’t just a coincidence; there’s something special about you.”
She has to resist her own urge to rack her eyes down his form as she speaks, “Maybe that’s why Alix wants me so bad.”
“Maybe,” he dryly chuckles as the hand on the back of the couch flexes in a not-so-humorous manner at the mention of her ex.
“How do you know her?”
“I don’t personally know her but I know of her and her reputation.”
She nods her head slowly as the edible sits in but it does nothing to help with the storm in her mind. Everything about Alix and her brother swirls inside as she stares absentmindedly in his direction.
“I wanted to apologize for the other night,” he starts slowly, hoping to gently bring her back to him, “I saw you with her and it just… I saw red but that isn’t an excuse for how I treated you.”
“You’re right,” she whispers still fixated on his watch.
“What?”
“You’re right,” she says louder now, looking at him head-on, “You were an asshole about the worst possible thing ever. It’s so confusing sometimes how sweet you can be but within seconds, you’re a completely different person.”
It’s his turn to hang his head, “I know and that’s not how I want you to see me. Like I told you, I don’t view this as a fling…”
She interrupts him, “Are you really giving me that bullshit? ‘I can see this turning into something real’? No this,” she gestures between them, “isn’t turning into anything. You blew that chance.”
“I still owe you a dinner so at least let me make that up to you before you completely write me off.”
She stretches out her feet and nearly touches his thighs with them, “Why should I give you a second chance?”
“Because you want to” The hand on the back of the couch falls to her sock-covered feet and drags them to fully rest on his lap.
Rolling her eyes, she scoffs, “No what I want to do is kick you out but I’m not entirely convinced you wouldn't sneak in through a window.”
“I wouldn’t need to because you wouldn’t do that. You like me too much.”
She pulls her foot back slightly but his hand holds onto it tighter and stops her from pulling away. His touch is not unwelcomed however the protector inside of her screams for her to push him away.
“Jesus every time you talk, circus music needs to play with how far-fetched some of the shit that comes out of your mouth is.”
“You’re the one who needs circus music. I see the way you look at me, how your breathing hitches when you see me, how hot you get when I get closer,” his hand is dragging up to her ankle as he continues to mock her, “Don’t you think I can tell when I have an effect on you?”
“You have the audacity of a middle-aged man who just got divorced,” she tries to deter him from moving his hand up by insulting him.
It has the desired effect and his hand freezes on her ankle, chilling her to the bone, “Do I look like a middle-aged man to you?”
“No, you look like someone who’s wormed their way into my life and made it a living hell ever since then.”
“I can leave,” he offers, taking his hand off of her ankle and gently nudging her feet off his lap.
The way he so casually offers to give her what he wants is a surprise, a shock even to her and it takes her a moment to process what he said. In the meantime, he takes his chance to look over her. Anxiety has taken away her ability to sleep and the circles under her eyes have grown more prominent in such a short amount of time. The way she slouches into the couch is also evidence of how stressed she’s become since learning of Alix’s arrival. It pains him to see her in disarray and turmoil but he knows he caused it. Had he taken the time to slowly reveal everything to her maybe she’d be doing better. Had he allowed her to feel comfortable around him so that when he finally did tell her, she would’ve sought comfort with him rather than with Yelena. He’d practically driven her into her arms so he had no right to feel any jealousy about their budding relationship but a part of him wanted to destroy it.
“Do you want me to call Yelena?” he asks hesitantly.
“No, it’s fine. You don’t have to leave. It’s just… It’s just a lot,” she sighs as she stares at her feet, “I wasn’t expecting her to find me and then for all this to happen. I just don’t know how to handle all of it and it’s not like I can tell Jessica. She wouldn’t understand.”
His nose involuntarily wrinkles at her name but Sunny doesn’t catch it. Sure she’s a lovely girl and a good friend to Sunny but she’s with Peter in some capacity. He tries not to show his annoyance as he speaks, “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Make it all disappear so I can go back to my normal life,” she half-jokes as she drops her head against the back of the couch.
“I can do that. All you have to do is ask,” he jokes back, resting her hand on her ankle once again, “But I can’t make Strigoi or Lycan go away unfortunately.”
“Or bring my brother back,” slips out before she can stop it. A horrified look takes over her face when she realizes what came out but a soft expression overcomes his.
“It will get easier even if it doesn’t seem like it right now,” he mutters while his thumb rubs small circles into the skin of her ankle.
“That’s what they all say but I don’t believe them. It’s been five years and it’s just gotten worse,” she glances down at his hand and then back up to him, “Did you have any siblings?”
“I did but that’s a story for a different time,” he tells her after checking his watch. 11:11 pm flashes back up at him and she tries to hide a yawn under her blanket but is unsuccessful.
He gently pushes her feet off and stands, extending a hand down to her, “Come on, dragă. It’s time for you to get to bed.”
Furrowing her brows at his persistence, she obliges and takes his hand, nearly bumping into his chest from the force of him pulling her up. He smiles softly down at her as his arms enclose her to his chest. Once again they find themselves inches from each other with their noses nearly touching as he leans down. His breath fans over her lips as his barely brush against hers and she lifts onto her toes to meet his but he drops his head on her shoulder. Although she can’t see, he is squeezing his eyes shut to force the animal side of him back into its cage.
“Hey,” she gently coaxes him to look at her, a hand cradling his face, “Bucky.”
The tender call of her voice brings him to his full height regardless of how much the voice in his head is screaming at him to stop. Black veins are retreating under his red eyes as he regains control of himself and awaits her reaction. The hand that cradles his face drifts over and her thumb brushes where the black veins once were. Her warm touch unthaws emotions deep within him he thought were lost to time and he finds himself dipping back down to catch her lips against his better judgment.
He knows this can’t go on forever. It’s guaranteed that one of them will spend their days alone. They’d be lucky to get maybe 40 years together but one day, one of them will be gone. That doesn’t stop him from giving what he can to her in this kiss. All of the promises and emotions he can possibly convey are done with the flicker of his tongue and slide of his lips against hers. Her soft noises urge him to keep kissing her as if she alone will sustain him rather than the blood in her veins. His hands slide up her back and find their rightful place holding her face against his, deepening their kiss.
Sunny stills as she pulls away and tilts her forehead against his, “We can’t do this.”
Chuckling albeit in a sad manner, he agrees. Yelena is at the forefront of their minds and so are the implications of their relationship as humans and Strigoi.
He expects her to pull away entirely but she doesn’t and instead, drags him back into a feverish kiss that ignites a fire he hasn’t felt in years. The black veins threaten to return and the red begs to flood the blue eyes she’s grown accustomed to seeing in her dreams. Fangs poke at her bottom lip and she smiles, gently kissing his nose as she pulls away. His natural state, one of animalistic desire, is terrifying to most however she is the exception. There is not a hint of fear and worry in her eyes as they stare up at him. The warmth that his body can no longer proceed is found there and a hint of emotion he prays will develop into more.
“I need to go to bed.”
He pauses to allow his body to regain its composure. Emotions overwhelm his thinking and words tumble out without hesitation.
“I’ll give you every second I can find,” he whispers, voice hoarse and quiet.
“I know,” she whispers back, drawing him into a hug, “Good night.”
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Castle of Devils
Chapter 5
Word Count: 3, 028
Warnings: talks of not eating, supernatural stuff, a scene from a scary movie explained in detail, demon mention I think that's it, let me know if I missed any.
Pairings: eventual Prinxiety
Thank you so much to @civilsounds17 for listening to my ideas and helping me bring this story to life. I owe you my deepest appreciation. 💚💚💚💚
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Roman frowned as he ate while sneaking glances at Virgil, who, yet again, wasn't eating. He had wanted to immediately bring up his question about the Disney living room but his suspicions rose up again as he noticed his host had gone yet again without eating. Roman supposed it wasn't fair to say that Virgil didn't just eat in the time they spent together but it was weird to never have seen him eat with him. Maybe he just didn't feel comfortable eating in front of him? Roman nodded his head. Yeah, that had to be it. It had to be.
He cleared his throat. “I, uh, noticed that you had some themed rooms.”
Virgil's grey eyes lit up like glittering silver. “Ah, yes. I thought it would be fun to decorate the rooms according to a theme.”
Roman felt himself smiling at the others clear excitement despite himself. “Yes. I found them very well done and I really liked the themes.” Roman shifted slightly and looked down, only mildly embarrassed. “My, uh, favorite one was the Disney one. And, uh,” he bit his lip as he glanced up at Virgil. “I was wondering if, it'dbeokayifIsleptorjusthungoutinthatroomsometimes?” Roman trailed off into a mumble that was so quiet that Virgil surely couldn't have heard. He took a deep breath and prepared to repeat his question.
“Of course.”
Roman froze. What?
“While you're here, this castle is as much your home as it is mine. Feel free to do whatever you like.”
Roman blinked. “How did you even hear what I said? I wasn't exactly that audible.”
Virgil’s eyes moved away with a shrug. “I have good hearing.” Was his explanation.
Roman frowned and remembered a question from much earlier. “Uh, the villagers.” Virgil's eyes shot back over to look at him. Roman gulped slightly. “They warned me about the castle. And they said there were monsters and devils in here. Do you know anything about that?”
While he was talking, Roman had looked anywhere but Virgil. After he finished, he took a deep breath and looked up, staring Virgil straight (gay) in the eyes. Virgil was quiet for a few minutes. His eyes searched Roman's for, something, Roman wasn't quite sure. “This castle has been in my family for centuries Mr. Prinz.”
Roman frowned slightly, unsure how this had anything to do with the villagers. “I am sure you are aware of the most famous of the Stoker family, Abraham Stoker?”
Roman blinked.
Virgil rolled his eyes and sighed. “Perhaps you know him better by his nickname, Bram.”
Roman gasp. “Oh! You mean Bram Stoker! The writer of Dracula! I was wondering if there was any relation.”
Virgil nodded. “Yeah, that's sort of the reason the castle was nicknamed Castle Dracula.”
Roman's nose crinkled as if he had smelled something funny. “I didn't think Bram was a nickname. I assumed that was his legal name.”
Virgil grimaced, he wasn't creative with names. “Yeah,” he agreed. “You don't normally hear if Bram as a nickname for Abraham. Maybe Abe, but not Bram.” Roman nodded. “I suppose it started a few decades before Bram was born,” Virgil started. “I'm not entirely sure what started the rumors.” He frowned. “I think it might have been when bodies drained of blood began showing up in the village.”
Roman raised an eyebrow. Virgil, suddenly remembering the average lifespan of the human body, shook his head. “At least that might be when if I'm remembering the journals correctly. Anyway,” he said, quickly moving away from that bit. “Some accounts said that a witness noticed one of the Stoker family, or at least someone with similar facial features, slipping away from the scene of the,” Virgil grit his teeth slightly. “crime, with what they said to be blood on my- my ancestor's face. Ever since then, there was talk of what the locals called a Strigoi. In Romanian mythology, a strigoi is a troubled spirit that is said to have risen from the grave. It is often said to have abilities to transform into an animal and even become invisible. However, the locals were only able to say that my ancestor was one of the Strigoi through the fact that they are said to have drunk blood to gain vitality, or life through blood.” Virgil sighed.
“Bram grew up with the locals fear of himself, the family, and the castle. I believe that he wrote the novel Dracula to, cope? Or even in an attempt to understand where the fear was coming from.” Virgil shrugged. “But mostly I just think it was for fun.” It was for fun.
Roman looked thoughtful for a few moments. He looked up at the other. “What do you think?”
Virgil glanced at Roman. “What?”
“What do you think of the rumors of your someone in your family being,” he waved his hand, “practically a vampire?”
Vampire. The word sent a chill colder than Virgil's skin down his back. “Well,” he started slowly. “First off, I think vampires have a bad rep. And Stephenie Meyer didn't help.” Virgil's nose wrinkled.
Roman sputtered indigitantly. “ExCuSe Me! Edward Sullen! What did Twilight ever do to you?!?!?!?”
Virgil rolled his eyes at the others dramatic behavior. “Literally anyone could do better than Twilight. Like, I mean, I think Vampires are misunderstood, but like, what Twilight did was turn them into elves prancing around like clueless morons. Vampires are supposed to be feared! Not made fun of or sexualized for the majority of love sick teenage girls who go on a murder spree because forbid someone was on Team Jacob and not Team Edward.”
Roman rolled his eyes. “I'm not saying that I couldn't do better, Re-Volturi.”
“Then what are you saying?”
Roman finally looked at Virgil. The other was guarded. His shoulders tense and his jaw slightly clenched as if whatever Roman was going to say would hurt him. He had to be careful. “I'm saying that while Twilight's depiction of vampires is ridiculous, it's still something someone made and is possibly proud of. It's hard being a writer. Surely you know the struggles?”
Virgil blinked and looked down. Boy did he know the struggles. Getting started was a nightmare. And finding a good enough alias proved difficult, if Roman's reaction was anything to go by. Virgil cringed. Why did he even use a nickname? "Yeah, I suppose I can feel….some sort of sympathy for Meyer." Even if she did stain the name of all vampires with an elf like love sick boy.
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Roman sat back with a loud, dramatic sigh. A small hint of an amused smile pulled at Virgil's lips and he tidied things up a bit before he too fell into his chair with a relieved sigh. Virgil stretched out his legs and leaned he head against the back of his chair, his eyes slipping closed as he let himself relax slightly. Roman found the look suited him. It was nice to see the other relax in his presence. He let himself enjoy the picture for a few moments before he cleared his throat.
Virgil cracked one eye open and raised a dark eyebrow at the other. Roman's eyes darted off to the side as he gathered his courage and swallowed the lump in his throat. "I-I was wondering if we could watch a movie together," Roman watched Virgil's face as he spoke. Finding no clear sign of disgust, he continued. "I just thought it would be fun."
Roman watched as Virgil's face reminded blank. The silence grew for an uncomfortably long amount of time until Roman felt like he was going to burst with an apology for being so stupid. "That does sound fun," Virgil started slowly, almost hesitantly, his eyes not looking at him. "I certainly wouldn't be opposed to it, Princey." Virgil couldn't help but notice the lights in Roman's eyes brighten at his words.
A broad smile spread across Roman's handsome face as he leapt from his chair and grabbed a hold of Virgil's wrist. "We're off on an adventure!" He declared as he dragged Virgil from the room to the hall with the doors that lend to the different themed living rooms. Virgil suppressed a giggle (A giggle!) at the other as he was dragged along on their "adventure".
Once in the hallway, Roman stopped and let go of Virgil's wrist. Virgil still felt the warmth from the others hand lingering on his skin. It made him startlingly aware of how cold the rest of his body was. Looking up at Roman, he noticed a small frown on the other's face. "Princey?" Roman broke out of his thoughts and looked over at Virgil. "You good there?"
Roman nodded. "Yeah, I was just wondering what movie we should watch."
"Oh." Virgil was silent for a few moments before speaking up. "I was thinking of watching the Conjuring Universe movies in the order they were released. If you would like to join me, we could start them tonight?"
Roman blinked a few times before he grinned. "Of course! Let's go!" Roman took a hold of Virgil's wrist again and pulled him into the correct room and plopped down on the couch as Virgil turned to set up the movie. He rolled his eyes fondly at the other, careful to keep Roman from actually seeing him with something other than a small smile, blank face, or the occasional scowl. Setting up the first movie, Virgil moved back to sit on the opposite end from Roman on the couch as he waited for the main menu to pop up so he could start the movie.
"So, Princey, have you ever watched something like this?"
Roman turned to him as the previews played through. "Um, not really." He shrugged. "I mean, I've watched movies similar to them but they didn't really intrigue me," Roman's eyes trailed back to the tv screen as he talked before snapping back over to look at Virgil. "What?"
Virg stared at him with wide eyes, his mouth slightly ajar as he tried to comprehend just what exactly had been told to him. It's not that he didn't understand what Roman had told him. No, he understood him perfectly. But the fact that he wasn't intrigued in these kinds of movies sorta irritated him for some reason. "Well, Princey, get ready to have your socks blown off because the Conjuring universe is one of the best set of movies like this."
"Sounds a little opinionated but okay."
Virgil sent a glare at Roman. Roman, despite having Virgil's icy glare directed at him, couldn't help but feel a excited shiver run through his spine. It was like he had found a match. A lot of people tended to agree with Roman, aside from his friend Logan. But even then, it was always playful arguments. They were like brothers. Hell, they were brothers. If not through blood but through bond.
This, this felt different. This thing between them was something entirely new and wonderfully mysterious. It was like something out of one of Roman's novels. It was terribly exciting and Roman felt himself anticipating every interaction with the dark man before him. He wondered why he wasn't like this before. Perhaps he was finally getting comfortable enough to show his true self. The one that, despite dark glares and deep frowns, Roman could tell were more playful than not. They were like a hurricane and a volcano. Both terribly, beautifully fierce and passionate.
The glare dimmed once the main menu popped up. Virgil turned to the tv. "Watch the movie, Princey." He pretended to not see the roguish grin Roman sent his way before the other turned to watch the screen.
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The two had moved slightly closer over the course of the movies. They had watched two by this point and were almost finished with the third: The Conjuring 2. And Roman couldn't say he wasn't enjoying the movies. They were very well done and, despite the moments after each movie when Virgil told him a few of the details that were fiction, Roman found they were quite scary. He jumped a few times, he wasn't going to lie. Now, they were nearing the end of the second Conjuring movie. Roman became absorbed in the story as what must have been the most climatic moment came on screen.
Lorraine Warren was pulling herself up through the hole in the floor as her husband, Ed, reached the room the possessed Janet was in. The window in front of Janet exploded as glass flew past her. Ed watched as Janet stepped up onto the window ledge, ready to jump from the window and impale herself on the split tree trunk that had been sharpened to a point. His eyes grew wide as he screamed her name, rushing forward to stop her. He caught her just as she fell from the window. He grabbed a hold on the curtain beside the window prevent both of them from tumbling out the window and to their death.
In the looting rain on the sidewalk below, the girl's mother let out a horrified shriek at the sight of her daughter dangling in the air, the only thing keeping her from being impaled was Ed's hold on her. Lorraine rushed up the stairs shouting Ed's name as he tried to pull himself and the girl inside by his arm. He let out a shout as one of the rings holding the curtain up broke, the two dropping farther out the window. Lorraine came to doorway and screamed as she noticed the two hanging over halfway out the window. The crosses hung up all over the walls of the room all began to turn upside down as Lorraine noticed a black mass in the corner beside the window. She let out a gasp as she noticed the demon that had been plaguing her since their case in Amityville. A demon nun, with face white as milk and covered in blue veins and glowing yellow eyes set deep in the skull, pitch black circles surrounding the eyes as it's habit blew about in the vicious wind.
Ed screamed Lorraine's name as lightning flashed outside and the curtain began to rip and another ring broke. Lorraine started forward only for the demon nun to let out a wicked roar and Lorraine flew back against the wall a few feet off the ground. Black lips surrounded yellow, rotting teeth as the demonic nun bared its teeth at her. Another ring broke and Lorraine screamed for her husband. The demon nun's grin was vile as it turned to look at Lorraine.
Lorraine turned her attention to the demon nun, her face set determinedly. "Your name gives me dominion over you demon. And I do know your name." The demon screamed, knocking crosses off the wall. "You are Valak!" Lorraine screamed as the demon continued to scream, flakes falling from its face at the use if it's name. "The defiler! The profane! The marquis of snakes!" She sneered. The demon let out a hell raising scream. "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I condemn you back to Hell!"
The demon screeched as it's face decayed and it fell in on itself before disappearing. Lorraine fell as the demon disappeared and she quickly rushed forward as another ring broke and the last ring slid forward. She grabbed a hold of her husbands wrist just as they were falling and quickly pulled her husband and the now normal girl inside.
Virgil turned to face Roman, a shit eating grin on his face, ready to tell Roman that he told him so but froze as he noticed Roman's awestruck face. He couldn't turn away. He was in awe over Roman's awe! And he felt the blood in his body rush to his face, his cheeks tinting with a bright pink. Even if he could look away, Virgil found he didn't want to.
A thunderous crash sounded down the dark hallway and both Virgil and Roman jolted. Their heads whipped over to look at the darkened doorway, hearts pounding in fear. A loud thump sounded and Roman jumped forward and gripped onto Virgil's chilled arm. "What was that?" He whispered, his voice wavering. Despite the moment, Virgil's cheeks darkened.
"P-probably just one of the cats," he stuttered slightly. Roman gulped. They waited as the credits rolled. Their ears alert as they tried to find any hint of someone in the hallway. Soon a small bright white cat trotted into the room and stared up at the two on the couch. "Meow!!!" The feline let out.
Roman closed his eyes in relief and let out a sigh. "Thank goodness."
Virgil nodded. "Do you want to go back to watching tv?" He asked.
Roman hesitated for a few moments before nodding. "Uh, yeah. But is it okay if we uh…." Roman stumbled with his words. "Uh.."
"I think we might have to sleep in here tonight. I don't think I'll have enough energy to get back to my room after this."
Roman almost let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah, I don't think I'll be able to either."
Virgil nodded and got up to change the movie. The white cat from earlier jumped up on the couch and climbed into Roman's lap. He smiled as he began petting the cat. Virgil turned around and let out a small laugh. "It seems Moonlight as taken a liking to you."
Roman looked up with a smile. "That's their name?"
Virgil nodded. "Yeah. She likes to nap in the moonlight; seemed only fitting." He sat down gave her a pet before turning to the movie and grabbing the remote. Roman smiled at the other, but frowned slightly as he noticed something flit past the doorway out of the corner his eye. He turned and inspected the doorway only to find it empty. He shrugged and turned back to the screen as Virgil hit the main menu button. Soon they were enthralled in the storyline of Annabelle Creation. And if they ended up leaning against each other halfway through the movie, nobody said anything.
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Powerwolf @ Barba Negra Track, Budapest, Hungary
So, the day I’ve been waiting for for the past five months finally came to pass. I got to attend my first Powerwolf show. I was already excited as it was, just getting to see them live, but then they announced the opening bands, Beast in Black and Dalriada. I knew Beast in Black was good and Dalriada has always been a favourite of mine, so it just made me even happier.
Yesterday, I arrived at the gates at around half past eleven. I was the second person there. My almost seven-hour-long wait was way too long and boring, but I got to meet a bunch of amazing people. Can’t say I’ve made lifelong friends, but there are definitely people I wouldn’t mind seeing again. The only downside of this little ‘adventure’ was that at some point I had decided that not eating would be wise – it wasn’t. Lesson learned.
While we were waiting, we managed to peek inside enough during the soundchecks to see Matthew, Charles, Attila, and some people even saw Falk, which, from that distance and angle is truly impressive. Later, Roel came over to the gates to take photos – this is where my ‘free him’ post came from. This one girl managed to give him the present she’d brought for the band: holy water and a bottle of holy wine. If you check out the official photos by Mr Ripkens (say thank you to Mr Ripkens) you can find Attila posing with it.
Eventually they let us in, and I – making use of my energy reserves – managed to sprint right up to the barrier. I ended up literally in front of Charles’ spot. Right where I wanted to be. It was awesome just knowing he would be there later. A guy I’ve talked to earlier was standing next to me, so at least I wasn’t too bored during downtime.
Dalriada was amazing as always, made me go deaf in one ear though. (I was standing right next to a literal wall of speakers. People stood on it.) They played a few of my favourites, a few I didn’t even know, and just generally got the crowd moving.
Beast in Black did a great show. I’ve never seen them live before and I’m not a big fan, although I enjoy the songs I do know. The crowd seemed hyped enough, with some people who actually only came for them. And of course, Máté’s presence made everything all the more intense. We do love to see a Hungarian brother up on the stage with a successful metal band. He’s also super nice.
And then……And then finally, Powerwolf happened. The second Lupus Daemonis started my stomach turned into a tight ball of nerves and I was just screaming so much, I can’t even put words to it. The whole crowd went wild. They opened with Fire & Forgive, which was fucking amazing, even though they didn’t have pyro or Attila’s flamethrowers.
I couldn’t recall the complete setlist, not if I was held at gunpoint, but I know that while they didn’t play Coleus Sanctus – they only had 1.5 hours after all – it felt complete and perfect. When Matthew came over to my side – or Charles’ side, you know what I mean – he immediately noticed me, and we kept smiling at each other. He’s really cute when he smiles, which kind of fucks up his scary demonsona. But whatever. We also screamed Demons Are A Girl’s Best Friend at each other, which, seriously, if you get the chance, you gotta try. He’s so happy when he’s singing along, it should be illegal.
I was telling my friends that I would cry so much, but until about halfway through the show that didn’t happen. But the second the piano got set up and Falk came down from his pedestal I could feel the “uh oh” of an incoming crying session. And fuck, I broke down during the first chorus of Where The Wild Wolves Have Gone, almost couldn’t keep my hand up with the flashlight. I was sobbing like a baby, all the while singing the lyrics like my life depended on it. I’m pretty sure that was when Charles took pity on me, but more on that later.
Charles threw away multiple picks, at least three or four. First one landed really far from me, it was aimed at someone else. The second one I almost caught, but this guy next to me was faster. The third one fell between the barrier and the stage, and the security guy who stood there – a close eyewitness to me losing my mind during the show – went and picked it up and brought it back for me, me specifically, and smiled at me and Mr security guy, I hope you’ll have a nice life because you certainly deserve it. There might have been more picks from Charles. I stopped paying attention.
They seemed to have enjoyed the show just as much as we had. There were beautiful moments, ones I can’t recall specifically, just this vibe of something divine and perfect. We were a great crowd, Attila told us; we did amazing at Armata Strigoi, we were told. Falk won the screaming contest. Also, Falk has a moustache now. Don’t ask me, I don’t know why. It’s horrible. There was not enough space for us to kneel during Lupus Dei, which was a shame, but it was still a great song to witness live. Especially since the Latin part always has and always will make me cry. Especially live.
They closed the show with We Drink Your Blood and Sanctified With Dynamite, two great classics. I couldn’t enjoy the former to the fullest, because I’ve promised my friend that I would record it for her. But the latter…..Gods, I started crying from how perfect it was. One of my favourite songs, live or not. And y’all know what else? Charles threw his wristbands into the crowd. Or at least one of them. The other, he threw to me. Into my hands. It was intentional. And he also smiled at me, a lot, though maybe not as much as Matthew. His smile is infectious and adorable and pure. A perfect demon man. So yeah, I was crying a lot.
It was weird that Roel didn’t throw sticks (lol we’re not dogs playing fetch….are we?) and there was no big group photo, but I’ll live. They only got 90 minutes, and they made the most of it. I am so in love with them for putting on a show like that.
I bought merch too: A sleeveless tee for my summer PW needs, a tour t-shirt because I gotta rep this show, and a third one because it was neat. And two pins.
I went home grinning like a damn idiot, breaking down three times in the – thankfully almost empty – tram. I’m probably still in shock about this all. Finally, I posted two photos on Instagram and tagged the guys in them, just for the hell of it. And Charles freaking Greywolf liked my post. Can I please die.
So yeah, this was it, in a nutshell. Here’s the Google Drive folder I’ve made of my more decent photos (and one blurry which is just really cute, thanks Charles) and the recording of We Drink Your Blood. I hope I’ll get to see more shows like this one, and that all members of this tiny little fandom we have here will get to experience similar, or even better Metal Masses.
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A/N: Ah, finally! I updated the Halloween Series...I was really busy with school so yeah...I really hope you’ll enjoy this one shot and please leave feedback, it would mean a lot! Since you never tell me guys what you think about my writings I don’t know and feel insecure, so please do that! Moodboard created by the amazing @sun-moon-and-pcy !
Genre: Supranatural AU, Vampire/Moroi AU
Author: bvidzsoo
Warning: swearing and a little of sexual things
Pairing: Yixing x Reader
Word count: 6, 394
Summary: You find players everywhere. Zhang Yixing was your player boy, and if being a simple player boy isn’t enough…he was the most charming moroi (vampire with royal blood) in the whole academy. He knew it and profited of it, but when you’re linked to a person like him, life isn’t easy. Y/N was a damphire (half human, half vampire), and on top of that she was Yixing’s guardian. If you think all these aren’t that bad, having him all day in your head and seeing what he does, I think might change your thoughts. But what if, all Yixing was doing, was to catch your attention?
Y/N Heves. Descendent of a Hungarian Dhampir mother and a Korean Moroi father, nice combination, right? But first of all, what is a Moroi? Moroi’s are vampires with royal blood, well...not everyone has royal blood, but they are the good vampires. Moroi’s don’t live forever, the sunlight doesn’t kill them, but their main source of life is blood. What a Dhampir is? Well, we are half human, half vampire. I have no problem with walking in the sunlight and I prefer real food, not blood. But we can survive with blood too. Why are there Dhampir’s? Aren’t Moroi’s enough? Well...not really. You see, there are vampires called, Strigoi. Now, these guys are bad...they kill without mercy, they die if you rip their heads off or implant a silver stake in their heart. They also can’t go out if there’s sunlight, because it would burn them. And all they want is blood. Trust me, not your type of people. If you thought Moroi’s are special enough by now...I have something else to tell you. Moroi’s aren’t just good vampires, they also have powers. There are four or five, in my case. Water, Fire, Wind, Earth and—Spirit. The Spirit is not well known, because there are only a few of them with this power. How did I discover it? It’s not a pleasant memory, but I’m willing to tell you.
I’m the daughter of Elena Heves, one of the most well known and respected female Dhampir guardians. The thing is—that I never really got to know her, she was busy protecting a Moroi family. And my father—well—I don’t know him either. I was told he’s dead and that he gave me to the Zhang family, who he was close friends with, and they were rather happy to take me in and raise me up. So just like that, the family I consider my real family are the Zhang’s. I was raised by Moroi’s, not that I mind. I always had everything, from things I wanted to love. The Zhang’s had a boy, Yixing. He was always a shy, cute and friendly little boy. But as the years passed, he changed. He became a handsome guy, and he profited of it. He played around with girls, shamelessly. From the friendly little boy, he became an arrogant prick. Two years ago, Yixing and I were out. It was summer and it was warm, we sneaked out and went for a walk. We were supposed to sleep at that hour. Like you know, Moroi’s had a power they mastered in. By fifteen years, your prominent power shows...but at Yixing it was different. He didn’t know which was his power, and he was frustrated. So if you wonder what we were doing outside at night...we were practicing. I was helping him.
“Yixing, if you keep looking at me, the water won’t raise up.” I rolled my eyes.
“What if I want to move your hair?” He scoffed.
“I thought we were exercising water?” I swung my legs in the air.
“I feel like doing wind.” He shrugged, walking closer to me.
“Alright, do it then.” I nodded, starring at him. Yixing stopped in front of me, furrowing his eyebrows and concentrating on my face. I raised an eyebrow at him, and chuckled at his focused face.
“So? What are we moving?”
“Ugh—If you don’t keep quiet I can’t do it.” Yixing glared at me.
“Alright, I’ll give you two minutes.” I chuckled, crossing my arms in front of my chest and waited for him. Yixing huffed, his fingers twitching. I tried hiding my smile, he couldn’t do it and he was getting angry. Before I could mock him for it...a big gush of wind pushed me back, and if it wasn’t for Yixing’s good reflexes I would have fallen into the fountain with water.
“Yixing!” I exclaimed “Why did you do that?”
“Sorry! But you were smiling and it annoyed me and—I only wanted to move your hair.” He pulled me close to him, his heart beating fast.
“Yeah, you caught me, so it’s fine.” I chuckled, my cheeks flushed at the close contact.
“Let’s get you off there.” Yixing lifted me up, placing me on the ground.
“Thanks.” I whispered, staring at the ground, my heart beating fast. Yixing chuckled, no contact anymore between us. I looked up, but saw no one.
“Yixing?” I asked confused, he was here...hugging me a few seconds ago. There was no answer.
“Yixing?” I asked again, starting to walk around “It’s not funny, where are you?” The night suddenly felt chillier, I shivered. There was a light breeze, I started walking towards the road, where the lamppost’s were giving light.
“Yixing, please come out! It’s not funny, I’m—scared!” I shouted, hoping he would stop his stupid game. I was turning in the same circle, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. But he was nowhere, and in my desperation to find him—I missed the car with a drunken driver coming towards me. In the next moment, what I felt was the air leaving my lungs aggressively...strong wind around me and then—a big hit on my back and head. I whined when I landed on the ground, rolling onto my back. The car has disappeared, and my head was hurting. I tried focusing on one thing, but darkness started to envelope my whole being. I could hear someone talking to me, but I wasn't able to tell who or what it was saying. A bright light blinded my vision, and a tall man appeared in front of me. He had hazel eyes just like mine.
“Darling, what are you doing here?” He asked, concern written all over his face.
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice small.
“Your father, Hyungsik.”
“My father, but then—am I dead? That car—" Suddenly everything came back, me being on the road, missing the car with drunken driver, I was...hit and now...I'm dead.
“You are not dead, at least not yet.” My father answered with a smile.
“But—Is that a good thing?” I asked unsure.
“Someone really loves you out there, and he's trying to bring you back. And it's working.” Father chuckled.
“I'm not going to die?”
“No, goodbye darling. Don't forget I love you, and you are strong, you'll get through this.” Father smiled and waved at me, the air left my lungs and pain entered my whole body.
“Y/N, Y/N...Y/N please wake up...I can't lose you...mom and dad will kill me...Y/N, I can't lose you, wake up!” Yixing shouted sobbing, his hands resting on my stomach, I felt a tingling sensation enter my whole body, the pain partially gone. I groaned, my eyes slowly opening.
“Y/N...what—Y/N...you are alive, but you were—”
“Dead?” I gasped out, a headache taking over “I know.”
“You know?” Yixing asked shocked.
“My dad told me.” I sat up, my back aching.
“You saw him?”
“Yeah, he told me to come back.” I looked around “But—what happened? How did you bring me back?”
“Uhm..I don't know...I kept calling you and you woke up.” I touched you and you woke up.
“Wait, what did you say?” I asked my eyes widening, he did not move his lips and I heard his voice in my head.
“That I kept calling—”
“No, not that. After.” I pressed, my heart beating faster.
“I didn’t say anything after that, Y/N.” Yixing furrowed his eyebrows.
“Maybe you thought it?”
“What do you mean?”
“I touched you and you woke up?”
“How—what—how did you do that?” Yixing asked taken aback.
“I don’t know, I just suddenly heard you saying it.” I shrugged.
“That’s weird, I—oh.” Yixing closed his eyes, clutching his head.
“Hey, what happened? Yixing?” I touched his shoulder and before I could react he went limp, falling into me “Yixing? Yah, Yixing! It’s not funny, stop joking! Yixing!” But I didn’t get an answer from him...and just like that, we became linked. Or as we call it, I became Shadow Kissed. If it wasn’t for Yixing, I would be dead now...but if back then I’d know what the prize was with being linked to Yixing—maybe I would wish he let me die and be with dad.
Life at Saint Iacob’s Academy wasn’t the easiest, we had homework, the usual training a day, occasional class meetings and Yixing. Because life without Yixing wouldn’t be life, his words not mine.
“Come on, Y/N!” Yeri with her big eyes beamed at me, pulling me outside on the hallway.
“Just a little bit, Yeri—ugh, why can’t you wait?” I exclaimed, rolling my eyes. I still had to pull my hair in a ponytail and zip up my skirt.
“Class is starting soon!” She exclaimed, tucking in my white shirt and zipping up my skirt.
“We have half an hour ‘till then!” I exclaimed not believing what was I hearing.
“But until we walk there...come on Y/N! We can’t be late!” She dragged me after her.
“Is this about Minseok? Are we going quicker so you can see him?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at Yeri.
“Uh, I—” Her grip loosened on my arm “No, of course not! I just don’t want to be late.”
“Yeri, since when do we know each other?” I smiled at her.
“Five years?”
“Exactly, I can tell when you lie. You just want to see him!” I teased her, chuckling.
“Okay, and so what?” She exclaimed, her eyes wide, looking at me.
“Nah, it’s fine. I know you like him a lot.” I patted her shoulder. I want to fucking punch his pretty little face! I rolled my eyes at Yixing, of course...looking for fights like always.
“What are you rolling your eyes at? I didn’t say anything!”
“It’s Yixing, not you.” I sighed.
“What did he do?”
“He’s looking for a fight, again.” I rolled my eyes.
“I will never get used to your bond..it’s so strange.” Yeri shivered. Yeri was one of the few people that knew about the bond.
“Just—let’s go. Minseok is with Yixing, and they are heading for class as well.”
“Really?” Yeri beamed.
“Yes.”
“At times like this—I really like this bond thing.” She chuckled, running ahead. I shook my head and quickened my peace in order to catch up. The night was not too cold but not too warm either. It was the beginning of September, when the weather was still acceptable. The Academy was lit by torches, like in the medieval times. This school, is kinda old fashioned, not that I’m complaining. We do have computers and stuff like that, but I guess vampires like old fashioned things. Why am I up at midnight?, you wonder….because things here are a little bit different. We go to school at night, while we sleep at daytime. Weird at first, pretty okay after you get used to it.
Someone knocked into me and I was ready to punch, when Sehun jumped in front of me.
“Y/N, my favorite person in the world. How’s your night?” He rested his arm around my shoulder, a smirk on his face.
“So far, it’s been fine.” I smiled at him, kissing his cheek.
“Y/N, are you—hello Sehun—coming?” Yeri tapped her feet against the ground.
“Yes, I am!” I rolled my eyes, for the nth time.
“Why is she so eager to get to class? She’s not a nerd, this Moroi is so weird.” Sehun shook his head.
“Minseok.” I chuckled.
“Ah, tell me no more.” Sehun laughed, and we entered class. Yes, Yeri is a Moroi, a fire user. And no, Sehun isn’t a moroi...he is a Dhampir, just like me, Minseok, Jongdae and Kyungsoo. The class was loud, everyone laughing over something. Sehun and I made our way to our group of friends. Jongdae had his arm around Irene, her girlfriend while Junmyeon was chatting with Joy, his sister. Baekhyun was busy sleeping, while Chanyeol and Jongin were busy speaking and laughing loudly. Kyungsoo was sitting beside Minseok and Yeri, his legs propped up on the table, while the other two were speaking timidly, like two love sick teenagers. And Yixing, well he was Yixing...so he was busy starring at a Moroi girls ass, but once sensing me enter the room he focused his gaze on Sehun and I.
“Little Moroi is starring again.” He chuckled, his mouth close to my ear.
“Shall we put on a show for him?” I raised an eyebrow at Sehun.
“Anything for the lady.” He chuckled and nuzzled his face in the crock of my neck. I chuckled and playfully pushed his chest away. Once we neared the table, Sehun leaned against it and pulled me in between his legs.
“Oh, like this?” I whispered at him, surprised by his actions.
“Too much?” Sehun chuckled.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, glancing at Yixing, who’s jaw was tightly closed. He could play around with girls but not me? Seriously, get a grip boy!
“You smell nice, like always.” Sehun said loudly enough, patting my hair.
“Thanks.” I smiled sweetly at him.
“Today we have combat class, right?”
“Yep.” I nodded, an eyebrow raised at him.
“Can’t wait for it—I’m going to see you in tight clothes.”
“You are a perv, Sehun.” I pushed his chest with a roll of my eyes, only to be pulled into a hug by him.
“Can you stop doing that on my table?” Yixing asked, his voice tight. I could feel the anger radiating off him.
“Got a problem, bro?” Sehun asked, voice cold, an eyebrow raised. They weren’t the bestest of friends.
“Yes, you are almost fucking on my table and that annoys me. Get a room.” Yixing spat.
“What’s your problem?” I asked, my voice raised “You can bang a girl on the teacher’s desk but I can’t hug a guy while leaning against the table?”
“Exactly, you can’t.” Yixing smirked, taking a deep breath.
“Cut it off, asshole. You are so annoying, I don’t know why Y/N still befriends you.” Sehun glared at Yixing.
“Sehun—it’s fine. You know why.” I tapped his chest, pulling away from his grip and sat down beside Kyungsoo. Sehun sighed and walked to his seat, between Joy and Junmyeon. Fucking asshole, I’m going to leave him without his teeth. Speaking like that to me...touching Y/N. Who the fuck does he think he—
“Stop!” I glared at Yixing “Just shut up! I don’t want to hear it!” Other people looked at us, they clearly didn’t know I was speaking to Yixing who didn’t even move his mouth.
I don’t care what you want, you both are asses. And stop shouting, people think you are crazy. I looked at him with a glare, to be met with a smirk.
“Ignore him.” Kyungsoo said, not even glancing at me.
“That’s what I’m trying.” I nodded, not looking at him either.
“He will realize soon, very soon.” He muttered.
“Realize what?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowed.
“His stupidity.” Kyungsoo slowly rolled his head towards me, face serious.
“What are you talking about?” I asked confused.
“When the time will come—you will know.” He winked, than turned back to stare at the blackboard. I stared down at the book in front of me, wondering what he meant. Yixing couldn’t possibly like me, I wasn’t his type. Besides, we grew up together...he sees me as his sister. And he’s also rude to me, something that proves that somewhere along the road he started hating me. It’s fine by me, I can’t say it doesn’t hurt...and there’s no reason why I should lie, I like him...but he doesn’t, if the bond wouldn’t exist, I’m sure he’d ignore me completely. Sometimes I wish things would go back to how they used to be, no bond, just us and our friends.
Seulgi and I were stretching by the running field, while Sehun and Minseok were already running and Jongdae and Kyungsoo were with the wrestling team.
“Uh, it’s so tiring to be a Dhampir.” Seulgi whined, while sitting on the ground, stretching her legs.
“Are you saying you’d rather be a Moroi?” I raised an eyebrow at her.
“No, I don’t want to be a Moroi...but we are girls, they should go more easier on us.” She rolled her us, standing up.
“The Strigoi’s won’t go easy on you because you are a girl.” I rolled my eyes, we started running too. It was known, that female Dhampir’s are rare. At the Academy, there are only twenty female Dhampir’s...the rest are males, our life’s at training has never been easy.
Thanks to our good stamina, Seulgi and I stopped running after twenty laps feeling dead. She layed down on the ground and started whimpering like a little kid someone ignores. I stared at her and shook my head, chucking down a whole bottle of water.
“Look at you, all sweaty.” Sehun chuckled, walking up to us. He threw a towel at me.
“Please, at least keep your perverted thoughts to yourself.” I mumbled, while drying myself off.
“Did you bring me a towel too?” Seulgi asked sitting up.
“Oh, I didn’t see you were here too.” Sehun smirked and winked at her. She huffed and sat up.
“You saw me, but I’m not Y/N, so of course you wouldn’t bring me a towel.”
“I’m glad you know how things work around here.” Sehun chuckled, I smiled with pity at Seulgi.
“Here, take this.” Kyungsoo handed a towel to Seulgi with a small smile.
“Oh, thanks.” Seulgi blushed and quickly took the towel. She always had a crush on Kyungsoo, but they are both Dhampir’s, so even if they wanted...their relation would be forbidden.
“Let’s head to hand to hand combat.” Sehun pulled me after him, making me stumble behind him.
“Are you ready to get your ass beaten?” I smirked at him.
“Keep dreaming, little dhampir. You know you can’t beat me.” Sehun smirked back.
“Just because you are bigger doesn’t mean I can’t beat you. Have you seen Jordan? That guy is huge, and I was still able to put him down and leave him with a black eye.” I smiled triumphantly.
“Exactly, Jordan...He’s Jordan, even a Moroi would be able to put him down.” Sehun laughed loudly.
“Not Baekhyun.”
“Even Baekhyun.”
“Are you just bragging about you being so cool, tall, handsome, strong and big? It’s really annoying after a time, Sehun.” I rolled my eyes playfully.
“And you keep saying big as you’d know.” He smirked at me.
“Are you serious? I didn’t mean it like that...god, you are so dirty.” I pushed him away.
“But sweetie, it’s nothing new that I’m big...you’ve known it before too.” He slapped my ass.
“Oh my god, Sehun. Just shut up!” I slapped his firm and wide chest, lining up at the girls side.
“With pleasure, little dhampir.” He bowed, than went to stay in his line too.
“Okay, everyone. Today, I make the pairs.” Miss Lin announced, her voice firm and her long face firm and scary like always.
“Minseok, Jongdae you are together.” Her voice boomed “Seulgi you are with Sehun” Seulgi cracked her knuckles and mouthed to Sehun ‘you are dead’ while he rolled his eyes, “Y/N, your pair will be Kyungsoo.” She stated and continued calling the pairs. I smiled at Kyungsoo and we went to a mattress, where we could practice safely.
“Y/N, I know you are a girl...but I won’t go easy on you.” Kyungsoo stated, getting into an attacking position.
“Please, we both know that’s not necessary.” I grinned at him, mirroring his position.
I grunted when my back made contact with the mattress for the fifth time, “How the hell can you put me down, when not even Jordan is able? Or Sehun?” I mumbled flustered, starring up at the back sky. Kyungsoo was smaller than me, and yet he was able to put me down? What was happening?
“Y/N, stand up.” He held his hand out “You are distracted.”
“No, I’m not.” I glared at our intertwined hands.
“Yes, you are. I tested you, I made twice the same move that even first years are capable of blocking and you didn’t even pay attention.” He sighed, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
“Maybe you are just too good, and I’m not even that good. Thought of that?” I shrugged, drinking from my water.
“You are just distracted, care to explain?” He sighed, stretching his back.
“I’m not—” I took a deep breath, the wave hitting me again “Okay, it’s Yixing. I have no idea what he’s doing, but my body feels on fire and this stupid warm waves keep hitting me. It feels very bad and it’s frustrating.”
“You could tell him to stop?”
“You are forgetting that the bond works one way...meaning I can’t speak to him or anything, he’s the one that can.” I sighed, getting into the fighting position again.
“Then channel your frustration into your moves, it will help.” Kyungsoo instructed, and I collected my thoughts and took the initiative of the first punch. Kyungsoo jumped away, but didn’t waste time in returning it. I blocked the punch and instead kneeled him in the stomach, earning a grunt from him. He straightened quickly back up and aimed towards my legs, but I was able to block him once again. Suddenly, I could hear some voices in my head...definitely Yixing and a female..but I couldn’t make out the words they were saying. I growled and cursed out loud, what the hell is doing Yixing? He should be at class, learning how to control his power. With a hard punch I aimed towards Kyungsoo’s shoulder, tripped him and successfully pushed him down, landing on top of him.
“See? That wasn’t so bad, you just need to focus on what you are doing.” Kyungsoo chuckled, his hands resting on my thighs.
“Yeah, I should take you as my trainer, you are definitely better than Miss Lin.” I chuckled.
“Not a bad idea, but she wouldn’t be too happy about it.” Kyungsoo flashed me his rare, genuine smile.
“She doesn’t have to find out about it.” I smiled back, but at this point the heat was becoming unbearable...and Kyungsoo touching my thighs wasn’t helping at all. I lowered my head, my lips centimeters away from his neck.
“Y/N, what are you doing?” He asked, confusion lacing his voice.
“I have no idea.” I furrowed my eyebrows when another wave hit me, my lips connected with his neck. Kyungsoo gasped loudly and within a second I was in the air and then on my back. He blocked my legs and both hands.
“You shouldn’t do something like that.” He said, his voice hard.
“I know, I’m very sorry—” My whole face felt on fire, what the hell was I doing? I heard a loud moan, my eyes widened.
“What happened?” Kyungsoo asked, his eyes turning soft.
“Oh my god, I hope Yixing isn’t doing what I think he is.” Kyungsoo helped up, and I brushed my pants down.
“Are you feeling okay?” Kyungsoo asked, not letting entirely go of me.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, right when I was about to pull away my arm from his grip, I suddenly wasn’t on the field out and practicing. I was in a classroom, with a girl and—Yixing. Oh my God! The girl didn’t have her uniforms shirt on, leaving her in a bra and Yixing was kissing her neck—and yes, she was the one moaning. No wonder why I felt on fire, Yixing was hard, his thoughts filled with dirty things.
“Y/N?” I could hear Kyungsoo calling me.
“Kyungsoo!” I exclaimed, when Yixing’s hands started to travel downwards “Get me out! Oh my God! Please Kyungsoo, you need to bring me out of Yixing’s head!”
“I—I don’t know how!” He stuttered “How do you usually do it?”
“It won’t work, Yixing’s mind is too fogged with other thoughts and he’s too powerful like this, I can’t get out without someone’s help.” I explained. The girl stopped Yixing’s hand, thank you God, and smirked at him.
“You think you are getting it so fast?” She purred at him “You did nothing to deserve it.”
“Oh, you want to play?” Yixing chuckled darkly “Sure kitten, anything for you. Holy mother! I have to get out! I can’t see this, I don’t want to! Please!
“Kyungsoo!” I shouted desperately “Please, I can’t stay in longer—Kyunsoo they are about to do it, please!”
“I—oh my—hang on.” He rushed and suddenly I felt him gone.
“No! Kyungsoo, don’t leave me you asshole!” I whisper shouted, unsure if someone was around me.
“Tell me, what should satisfy you?”
“I have a few things in mind.” The girl chuckled.
“Care to share?”
“Of course, Lay.” Lay? What the hell! His name is Yixing, you bitch. I suddenly felt hands on me, no not on me, on Yixing and—oh hell nah! I have to get the hell out! Yixing had no longer pants on him. I swear to God, Yixing if you don’t keep it in your boxers for a little longer I’ll cut off your dick. I gasped when I felt two hands on my cheeks, yes this time they were really on me.
“Who’s there?” I quietly asked.
“Y/N?”
“Sehun! Please help me, I can’t stay in any longer.” I gripped his wrists tightly.
“Kyungsoo told us, but I—I don’t know what to do.”
“Anything, Sehun just do anything!” The girl didn’t have any skirt on her anymore, I’m going to die if I have to see this, I’m not kidding. I abruptly pulled my head back when I felt something on my lips but Sehun wouldn’t let me, he pulled me closer to him. Was he...were those lips on my lips? I gasped and suddenly was brought out of Yixing’s head, all the heat leaving my body, leaving me shivering. My eyes widened when I saw Sehun’s closed eyes..his lips on mine! I pushed him away, starring wide eyes at the four boys standing in front of me.
“I’m sorry!” Sehun exclaimed “It was Kyungsoo’s idea!”
“No, it wasn’t mine!” Kyungsoo slapped the back of Sehun’s head “Minseok told me to tell you!”
“I didn’t!” Minseok raised his hands in the air “Jongdae whispered it to me!”
“So, what?” Jongdae shurgged, with a lazy grin on his lips “It worked, didn’t it?”
“It worked.” I sighed, crouching down.
“Are you okay, though?” Jongdae asked, concern lacing his voice.
“I’m—fine, don’t worry.” I mumbled.
“Come on, we’ll tell Miss Lin you don’t feel well and I’ll take you back to your room.” Sehun helped me stand up.
“Okay.” I whispered, trailing after him.
Once in front of my room, Sehun stopped me.
“Hey, I’m sorry for kissing you, if that made you feel like this. I didn’t want to do it, but the boys thought it might help.” Sehun scratched the back of his head.
“They thought well, it helped. Thank you, Sehun, I’m very grateful.” I hugged him, inhaling his familiar scent.
“I’m glad I helped and didn’t make you hate me.” He chuckled quietly.
“Don’t worry, you didn’t.” I smiled and pulled away.
“Take a rest and I’ll see you tomorrow. But if Yixing shows up, I’ll break his nose.” Sehun said through greeted teeth.
“No, don’t! I’ll deal with it.” I shook my head and entered my room “Take a rest too.” He nodded and locked the door after me, Yeri had keys too. I threw my things beside my desk and didn’t bother to take anything with me, I headed for the shower. Yeri won’t be back in an hour, so I don’t have to worry. Also, skipping one class won’t kill me. I stripped and went under the arm water. It slowly washed my sweaty body, and for the first time I felt dirty—I felt wounded and my heart was aching. Before I could stop myself, I broke down crying, curling up in a ball, sitting on the cold floor of the shower. This never happened before, I never entered Yixing’s head before when something like this was happening. I just knew what he was doing by his thoughts, seeing it—It’s just worst than ever. The thought of him doing it with any girl because why not? Me never having a chance? It hurts, you know?
I dressed up in my warm pyjamas and went to bed, pulling the covers over my head, crying myself to sleep. From time to time, it was okay to cry.
Someone was softly brushing my hair back, softly breathing besides my head. It was Yeri without a doubt.
“Well, good morning.” She chuckled, once I moved.
“Morning.” I mumbled, not opening my eyes.
“I hope you don’t mind that I crawled into your warm bed.” She whispered.
“No, it’s fine.” I sighed and finally opened my eyes.
“Did you cry all night?” She sighed, her eyes showing pity.
“Just until I fell asleep.” I shrugged, not in the mood to speak.
“Minseok told me what happened, and I don’t need to ask if you are okay, because you aren’t.”
“You are right, I’m not.” I mumbled.
“But—there have been more people who saw Sehun kissing you and—you are both Dhampir’s and—”
“We’ll just say it was on the cheek and they didn’t see right, easy.” I rolled out of bed, getting ready for the day or night, which ever you prefer.
“I don’t know if—”
“Yeri, can you leave me alone today?” I sighed.
“Oh, sure—I understand. You need space, since I’m already done I’ll meet you at the Cafeteria. Will you eat the usual?” Yeri asked, her voice quiet.
“Yes, and thank you.” She nodded and quickly left. I took on my uniform and went to wash my face. My eyes were puffy, and I had bags under them but since I don’ use make up I didn’t cover them. I pulled my hair in a ponytail, took my bag and headed to the Cafeteria. A few whispered when I passed by, maybe it was because they heard about the kiss or because my aura was dark, and I’m usually smiling and very loud. Not today, though.
Once in the Cafeteria, I headed to our table and instead of sitting near Yeri I sat down near Irene, who was a calmer and a more quiet person. She nodded at me, and took the tray of food beside Yeri and placed it in front of me.
“Thank you.” I mumbled and started eating.
“No problem.” She smiled sweetly at me and continued eating. Our table was buzzing, full with life, everyone chatting and laughing. Yeri and Kyungsoo kept glancing at me until I glared at them, trying to tell them it was annoying and that I was fine. Baekhyun joined our table with Joy by his side.
“Morning everyone!” He greeted the table “Y/N, how are you?”
“I have been better.” I sighed, finishing my breakfast.
“I’m sorry about yesterday and that I wasn’t there to help.”
“And how could you possibly have helped, Baekhyun?” I raised my eyebrows at him.
“If I had kissed you, things would have been a little different.” He tried hiding his smile.
“Baekhyun!” Joy exclaimed and hit his arm “Are you serious? Don’t you see she’s clearly hurt by what Yixing did and you tell her things like that?”
“Why would she—oh, I forgot. You like Yixing.” Baekhyun looked down at his food.
“I—” I looked wide eyed at Joy.
“I’m sorry, but they already knew.” Joy looked down, and quietly sipped on her drink. I told her I liked Yixing, hoping she wouldn’t tell anyone…
“If we are already speaking of Yixing, where is he?” Jongdae asked.
“I haven’t seen him this morning.” Jongin said, who was his roommate “He left early.”
“Where’s Sehun?” I asked, searching the table.
“He left after I woke up.” Baekhyun shrugged.
“That’s weird, why—” Irene didn’t have time to finish before I abruptly stood up.
“Oh my God—I have to leave. Don’t wait for me, nor Yixing and Sehun. Just go to class.” I gathered my things quickly and rushed towards one of the study rooms. How could they be so stupid? Not placing the dots together...Yixing and Sehun being gone at the same time? They don’t get on well very much? I don’t know who’s a bigger idiot anymore!
I rushed through the academy, pushing everyone in my way aside, trying to get to the study room faster, before Yixing and Sehun kill each other. I pushed open the heavy door, my bag instantly dropping to the floor.
“Yah!” I shouted “Stop right now!” But did they even pay attention? Of course not. I rushed up to them, and forcefully pulled Sehun off Yixing.
“Are you both deaf? I told you to stop! What the hell are you two idiots doing?!” I glared at both of them, Yixing stood up and touched his dark blue cheekbone.
“He came up on me, punched me.” Sehun glared at Yixing, brushing his bleeding lip.
“And so the big idiot you are—you punch back, right?” I stared annoyed at Sehun, I thought he knew better.
“Yes!” He looked at me, calmer than before. Yixing was quiet, but he was angry. I could feel it radiate from him.
“Sehun, leave. Get changed and go to classes.” I pushed him away.
“And you?” When he held my arm Yixing growled, walking up to us.
“You heard her, get the hell out of here.” He growled.
“And you—”
“Sehun, stop! Just go.” I told him with pleading eyes. He sighed, made eye contact with Yixing and kissed my forehead. Yixing’s jaw tightened and he stood tense beside me until Sehun left the room.
“Now you tell, what the hell is your problem?” I glared at Yixing.
“You tell me, Y/N.” Yixing said through gritted teeth “Why did that stupid Dhampir kiss you yesterday?”
“Seriously? That’s it? That’s why you had to punch him? Amazing.” I rolled my eyes and went to leave, but Yixing was quick to stop me. He took my arm and turned me around.
“I’m not done, Y/N. You think you can just go around and kiss everyone?
“Excuse me—”
“Let them touch you—”
“What the hell—”
“And on top of that, seriously? With Sehun? I thought you have better taste.” Yixing glared at me.
“First of all, what the hell is your problem? Why do you care who I make out with? And yes, Sehun, got a problem with it?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Surprise, I don’t care. Just keep ignoring me like you always do, it’s not that hard right? So why are you getting all angry now?”
“I didn’t give you permission to kiss with Sehun.”
“Since when do I need your permission, who are you, my father?” I glared at him “Curious why he kissed me? It was because of you. If he didn’t kiss me, I’d have had to watch you and that blonde bitch how you fuck, happy now? Or would you prefer me watching?”
“What are you—”
“Yesterday, when you should have been in class—you were busy doing something else. I saw, so don’t deny it.”
“Ella isn’t a bitch.” Yixing rolled his eyes.
“Oh, she isn’t? Okay.” I scoffed, my heart hurting more “Because from my knowledge, everyone who goes to you and is female wants to get in your pants—and only bitches are that desperate—”
“Y/N, shut up!” Yixing growled, he gripped the back of my neck tightly.
“What are you doing? Let go of me.” I glared at him, gripping his wrist.
“We didn’t fuck, I don’t know how much you saw—but we didn’t do it.” He said sighing.
“Oh, really?” I asked not believing him.
“Yes, and stop being sarcastic. Since a time, I’m not—I can’t do it.” He said not looking at me.
“Why? Is your dick not working anymore?” I restrained a chuckle. They aren’t you.
“What did you say?” My grip tightened on his wrist. Yixing looked me in the eyes, his gaze making me uncomfortable. I haven’t done it since a month—I just can’t—they aren’t you. They don’t speak like you, they don’t move like you. They don’t smell like you, they don’t feel like you. They aren’t you, and I can’t do it. I want you, not them. Yes, they are bitches who want to be fucked, but you aren’t. You are Y/N, and I want you.
“What—the hell is wrong with you? Are you drunk?” I asked flustered.
“I punched Sehun because he kissed you, because I’m jealous. I don’t want him kissing you, Y/N. I want to kiss you and hold you, because I like you way too much.” He breathed out, and in the next second I felt his lips on mine. I wasn’t dreaming, right? I kissed back, my lips moving against his warm ones. Yixing pulled me closer, and his breathing was shaky. I bit his lower lip, and he growled in appreciation. Before the kiss could deepen, I pulled away.
“How do I know you aren’t lying?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowed.
“I never told anyone I like them, and you know me better than anyone. You always know how I feel or what I think. I tried hiding the feelings from you, but I don’t want to anymore. And therefore, I like you.” He stared at me with big eyes.
“If you are lying, I’ll beat you up with the help of Sehun, because I like you too.”
“I know.” Yixing chuckled.
“What?”
“Kyungsoo told me.” He started laughing at my horrified face.
“Well thanks for telling me, you just gave me motivation to beat his ass for real at combat.” I smiled at Yixing and peeked his lips.
“Let’s go to class, we don’t want them to have dirty thoughts, right?”
“If you are having dirty thoughts I will know, therefore...try not having them or you might end up with a blue eye.”
“Noted.” Yixing laughed, and pulled me after him.
If he’s lying, he’s dead.
Halloween Series
#bvidzsoo#bvidzsoo halloween series#exo fluff#exo scenarios#exo one shot#oh sehun#Kim Jongin#do kyungsoo#Park Chanyeol#byun baekhyun#kim jongdae#zhang yixing#Kim Junmyeon#kim minseok#irene yeri joy seulgi red velvet#exo ot9#exo lay#lay pairing#yixing pairing#exo supernatural au#exo yixing vampire au
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Vampire Academy part 5
Genre : fluff / drama / smutt Vampire school au Pairing:Mark x reader, Jackson x reader and Yoongi x reader Plot : At St Vladimir's Accadamey, you learn how to navigate life as a dhapire, a half-human vampire hybrid and a guardian protector of best friend mark tuan prince of the moroi and last hire to the throne of vampires. You train with mentors to guarantee you're place as Mark's guardian. Although you may have to sacrifice everything to protect Mark from enemies both within St. Vladamir's walls and outside them. -------- Walking outside with Jackson the sun was out "The sunlight, it's nice." I said Jackson nodded "I miss it." He said cracking his neck "Stupid vampire timetable. The little sacrifices we make. And the big ones. My 17-year-old silliness, that was the past." I said Jackson looked at me "That was an hour ago. Are you trying to tell me you're suddenly mature and responsible?" He asked raising an eyebrow "I'm trying to tell you that I want to be, I have to be. Teach me something more than doing laps. I know enough about running away. And next time we meet, teach me how to fight." I said as I walked away. Sitting in class doodling on my book I wasn't paying attention as the teacher walked in "Pipe down." The teacher said as everyone became silent the teacher nodded "Let's pick up where we left off. After the tribunals in Romania... Mia! You're usually a lot better at passing on notes. Having an off-day?" He said holding his hand out for Mia to give the note. She smiled "Oh, no, Mr. Meisner, please don't read this note out loud, I beg of you." She said my head popped up as I looked to see what it read "I'll bet that drama queen... I mean, drama prince, killed that bird himself to distract the school from his real secret." He stopped "Don't go on." Mia said giggling "Mr. Meisner, you're being used as a tool to broadcast Mia's vile propaganda." I said protecting Mark "Are you calling me a tool?" He asked me "If she's not, I will." Jackson piped up "What was that, Wang? Now I'm curious. So, it turns out the reason that Mark survived so long on the outside after the accident is he used Y/N as a personal feed bag." Everyone started talking and whispering "Settle down! Dhampir-Moroi mastication is a very serious allegation. I'm gonna pretend I never read this. Everyone turn to page three of your handout." The teacher said throwing away the note until Mia pipped up "But, Mr. Meisner, you left out the best part. About my boy, Kyle, and that Dhamp tramp last night." She said laughing "What?" I asked glaring at them "Truth hurts, blood whore." Ray one of mias lackies said. At that moment Yoongi jumped up and punched Ray in the face, "Yoongi cut it out! Kindly report to Headmistress Kirova's office, Down the hall, turn left." The teacher said Yoongi sighed "Like I need directions." Yoongi said walking out the class. After class Mark ran out as I ran after him trying to stop him I yelled "Mark stop!" running past people "Uh-oh. Lovers' quarrel." Mia said laughing i stopped and glared at them "Y/N, I bleed for you." Kyle said laughing "No, it's Y/N who does the bleeding." Mia said I couldn't hold it in anymore I walked to Mia to go and punch her, right when I held my arm up a hand grabbed me and pulled me away looking up it was Jackson "You can't beat up everyone you have a problem with!" He yelled "Well, I can try." I said trying to force myself out of his grip "What is going on?" Mark said next to me "I told you, Kyle and I barely even made out, and Ray wasn't even there, so I don't even know what he's talking about." I said "OK, yes. Teenage boys are weak and sweaty piglets. It is our covenant... I'm talking about you and me. How did they find out about the feeding?" Mark whispered the last part "You know, when Kyle's fangs came poking out, did you..." Jackson said to me "No, not even. But... he did kind of suspect. Mark, let me explain, please!" I said he shock his head "Let me talk..." he said "Is it true?" Bambam said running towards us with Jungkook "You're gonna have to be more specific." I said rolling my eyes "Kyle and Ray, and not just hooking up, fanging up." Bambam said "They claim they fed while... " Jungkook said looking away "Absolutely not...Well, actually, Kyle and I did make out a little, but..." jungkook cut me off "Where there's smoke, there's fire." He said shrugging "Leave fire out of this." Bambam said shaking his head "You throw yourselves at any douche bag who happens to be Moroi and royal." Yoongi said walking up to us "Whoa, Yoongi. I do not have time to deal with your feelings right now." I said holding my hands up "OK. But you should thank me" He said "you punched someone" Jackson said Yoongi shrugged again "anyway! We need to find out who killed the bird to begin with anyone else helping?" I asked all of them nodded "good". We had an emergency assembly as we all sat down when "Queen Tatiana?" Mark whispered in disbelief "I hope I did not take you too much by surprise, but sometimes your queen awakens with a need to look upon her lovelies." The Queen said smiling upon us all "Where's Mark? Mark Tuan? Please come up and let me see the prince." She said mark walked up to her as she held his hands "Not a day goes by where we don't lament the loss of your parents and your brother. The Tuan name represents the finest of Moroi qualities. While you, Mark Tuan, the last of the Tuan line... if you are our future, I am less than impressed. The power that comes from royal blood must be used responsibly. While you... you give us dead animals, blood games. Shameful!" Mark shock his head "Queen Tatiana, I can explain." She quickly cut him off "Shh, shh, shh. Not now, dear. However, I have every confidence that our dear Mark will turn things around. Now, let us adjourn to the banquet hall." She said as we all got up and I ran up to Mark along with Jackson as we comforted him. I walked with Natalie and Jackson back to Marks room "My father would never have done something like that. After all that Mark has been through, to be shamed by our queen bee?" Natalie said "Don't you mean queen bee-etch?" Jackson said laughing "You don't talk to Mark like that." I said when we got to the door no guardians could be seen "So much for round-the-clock guardians. Mark?" Jackson said going first "Oh, my God." I said entering next "By the soul of St. Vladimir. Who would do something like this? Why?" Natalie said in complete shock Mark was on the floor crying I ran up to him comforting him with Jackson "Go to the wall, Nat. Talk to me." I said she look at me "What? Yeah, OK." As she walked to the wall she licked the blood on the wall "Oh, God. It's fresh, and it's Moroi." "OK, can you tell me if it's royal?" Jackson asked "Don't be absurd." Natalie said shaking her head "Said the girl licking the wall." I told her "I can tell you it's more than one person's blood." She said "They misspelled "beware."" I said looking at the blood "Mark, I can clean it up. I'm sorry." Natalie said "Leave it. The misspelling shows it was just a bunch of stupid teenagers." He said "OK, you know what, I'm gonna go start packing. I'm really..." I got cut off by Mark "No, Y/N, We can't just keep running away, at least until we know what we're running away from." Mark said standing up. "Ooh! A mystery, how exciting. We can be like four Nancy Drews trying..." i cut Natalie off "I hate mysteries. I would prefer a good Strigoi attack at this point because at least I'd know what those homicidal bloodsuckers want." I said "No more. I am taking our dear beloved queen's advice, and I'm turning things around. Kyle and Ray are pawns. Mia is the mastermind." Mark said "and what are we going to do?" Jackson said "I have a way of getting people to see my side of the story. Don't worry, Natalie knows of my skills. It was too exhausting keeping it from her." Mark said "Are you going to use compulsion on Mia?" Natalie asked "Where's the fun in that? I'm going to use compulsion on everyone but Mia." He said smirking "But compulsion on such a large scale..." I said Mark quickly cut me off "Magic should be used for something more than warm and fuzzy classroom exercises." He said I nodded "fine get some sleep now your going to use a lot of energy tomorrow" said. This is going to be interesting I thought. -------- OMG I'm back and working on this again I'm sorry it took so long but I hope you like it :)
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tag meme: what i’m writing
List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.
Tagged by: the trash monarch @sagemb
Okay so like Amy I am working on ten million things at once so I’m just going to list them in the order that they’ll probably end up done.
numero uno: corinthians, corinthians: sinking, and all corinthians-related projects
I love this fucking series with all of my heart but I’ll probably end up finishing it by the time Dwayne The Rock Johnson becomes president. Here’s an excerpt from chapter 11 of Corinthians:
“You watch your language, Valentina,” Josiah said. His voice had an underlying growl to it that betrayed a hot temper. “You raise your voice to me again and I will double your punishment. You will be shoveling waste until the cows come home.”
“That analogy doesn’t make any sense!” She shouted. Her hair flew everywhere. “We don’t even have cows!”
An excerpt from Corinthians: Sinking:
They tell the new guy about the regular, but he still fumbles through his first interaction with him, all thumbs at the cash register and stutters when he speaks.
“Lilies, right?” Jack asks. He fidgets with the ends of his apron.
“Lilies.” Dimitri nods and glances at something on his phone. He couldn’t pay less attention to Jack if he tried.
The metal tip of Jack’s prosthetic leg taps against the tile of the florist shop as he reaches into the back for the ever-present bundle of lilies reserved for their ever-present Sunday customer.
Dimitri glances down at Jack’s leg, but knows better than to ask about someone else’s war wounds. Jack notices his glance and bites his lip.
“Strigoi attack,” Jack says. He places the lilies on the counter gingerly. “They like whole limbs now, I guess.”
Dimitri grunts and Jack is suddenly away of how imposing his frame is in the tiny store. He hands Jack a set of bills and takes the lilies, leaving without another word.
An excerpt from Monarchists:
“You? You’re in class with them?” Sasha pointed towards the trio, who had moved on from braiding Norah’s hair to reading a book Loren had brought with studious sincerity.
“Astounding, I know,” Kailani said dryly. “But they can’t go it on their own. They might make up water, fire, and air, but they still need earth. Rumor has it, they’re searching for a spirit user as well, but none have turned up in this generation yet.”
As Sasha watched them from afar, Norah lifted her head from the book and made eye contact with him. She had an unscrupulous glance, but her face was so mesmerizingly beautiful it was like staring at the sun. Norah smiled, slow and cat-like. Sasha blinked, looking away in embarrassment.
“Don’t get too attached,” Kailani said, looking at Sasha’s expression. “The last one in their little group died in the spring semester. Brigitte was a bitch, but she didn’t deserve to be pulled apart by Strigoi like a rack of baby-back ribs.”
“And you?” Sasha asked.
“What about me?” Kailani answered.
“Do you think you’ll go the same way?” Sasha turned away from Norah’s group sitting on the grass, but could still feel her gaze on him.
“I like to think that I’ll go out in a more spectacular fashion. Maybe sparklers will be involved.” There was a twinkle in Kailani’s eye.
numero dos: paradise
This is half a short film and half a podcast. I have 10 million ideas running around in my head for Paradise and originally wanted to make it a mockumentary short film, but I think I can do it as a podcast as a proof of concept thing, then make that into a short film when I have the resources.
The town of Paradise is shaken by the murder of the town sweetheart, Kitty Westerfield. When an opportunistic journalism student catches wind of the conspiracies surrounding her death, she begins an investigation that might reveal more than she bargained for.
The Paradise cheer squad set up a memorial for her by her locker. It's decorated with pictures from her Instagram, Facebook, and Snapchat. Her favorite flower is a light pink rose and Laura has made sure her locker is full of them. It smells up the entire hallway; people can barely stand it. It's as if Kitty Westerfield is haunting everyone from beyond the grave.
numero tres: wardlaw gardens
This has been in my back pocket for years and years. I sort of want to start shooting scenes from it, but I’m afraid it will fall flat, you know? My original concept was a four-book series, but I’m thinking it might better suit a TV show.
It was the quiet moments right after midnight when he could finally breathe. Bruise preferred a solitary life, which was something most people never understood. So he came here, to the roof. To the only place where he could think.
He narrowed his eyes as the light flickered again, this time in another window. Someone at Wardlaw was a restless as he was.
The world held its breath.
Bruise stood, shaking the darkness of the night off of him. His cigarette was gone and Monet had disappeared, taking the lighter with him. He made a note to buy another pack from the corner store when they were let off for weekends.
“Goodnight,” Bruise said, half to the world around him and half to the light in the distance, ever-flickering.
He began walking back towards the edge of the fire escape, but turned around to take one last look at the distant outline of Wardlaw Gardens.
The manor home was stately and vast, only the main house visible from the roof of Dumfries’s east wing. All lights were off save for one on the top floor at the far end. The curtains shifted to reveal a figure that Bruise could barely make out through the darkness. He could have sworn she put a finger over her lips.
Quiet.
The bell tower in the village chimed lightly, echoing across the surrounding mountainside and breaking Bruise out of his reverie. He descended the fire escape and entered the east wing of Dumfries through a crack in the back door. It was one o’clock in the morning.
Some call the hour after midnight the witching hour.
numero quatro: stygian
Uh, I just really love PJO/HP crossovers??
numero cinque: other shit i found in my google drive
So there was a thing called The Other Few about an aged child saviour of a fantasy realm that portalled to different places and was framed for murder:
“’Hmm?’ All you have to say to that is ‘hmm?’” Walden was becoming increasingly exasperated.
“Time moves more slowly in the Other Realm,” Isa said. “Hollis and I were taken in the late 1800s, but didn’t come back until recently.”
“No thanks to you,” Hollis said.
“Will you ever let that go?” Isa asked.
“They exiled me into the 1980s,” Hollis said. “It was awful.”
“Okay, so you’re time travelers,” Walden said.
“No,” Hollis and Isa said in unison.
“So you’re aliens,” Walden replied.
“No.”
“Alright,” Walden threw his hands into the air. “I give up.”
Isa sighed. “Hollis and I were soldiers. We were chosen when we were children by people from the Other Realm to help carry out a prophecy, but because we lived in the Other Realm so long there were… side effects.”
“Like your friend here’s translucent skin and my immortality,” Hollis said.
“You get to live forever?” Walden asked.
Hollis leveled a blank stare at him. “Yeah, it’s a hoot.”
Something called Mortuaria that only had a character list???:
NARRATOR
The one who narrates.
CECIL PAIL
A calm child of fourteen years. He is very reserved and considers his words carefully before he says them. Ebenezer’s nephew.
EBENEZER CAIRO
The eccentric owner of the funeral home in town. He may be silly at times, but his beliefs are very firm and he is often closed-minded about the most ridiculous things.
CARTER LANG
The funeral home assistant to Ebenezer. He preps all of the bodies for burial. Carter bears the burden of most of the work and does it with grace and a touch of sarcasm.
CONSTANCE BAUDELAIRE
The eldest sister in the Baudelaire coven. She has had to play mother after their father died and their mother succumbed to the darkness. She is strong-willed and always ready for an argument. Constance helps protect the reapers within the funeral home.
MAGDALENA BAUDELAIRE
The middle child of the Baudelaire coven. Maggie is the soft side to everything and a social butterfly, often complimenting Constance’s rougher side.
CARYS AND IVA BAUDELAIRE
The youngest girls in the Baudelaire coven and twins. Carys is handy with potions magic but cannot seem to perform spells on her own. Iva has a wealth of power but rejects the notion of witches.
RHYS IRONS
A well-dressed demon with a Queen’s English accent. He is often dressed in fine suits and pines after Constance.
AMARINTHE KAR
The nephilim librarian and caretaker of the Historic Lindley house. Cecil’s tutor. She’s a spitfire of a woman that gets along better with the elder residents of the town than people her own age.
ADELAIDE AND BRAM PAIL
Cecil’s parents. Seafaring treasure hunters that were lost at sea after searching for the pirate ship Perroux.
THE VERY IMPORTANT MEN
Two men that send Cecil to live with his uncle, claiming to be from the government. There is something inhuman about their very dark hair and very nice suits.
TAXI DRIVER
The man who is hired by the Very Important Men to take Cecil to Ebenezer’s house.
Hell, the precursor to Paradise and definitely a short film that will win me an Oscar:
A prom queen goes missing in the small town of Hell, prompting questions about the mysterious crack in the earth that lay just outside of the city limits.
BETTI (V.O.)
Did you ever stop to think--
UP FROM BLACK
CUT TO: MAIN ROAD
Betti is riding her bike. We see the town sign.
INTERCUT: BEHIND THE HIGH SCHOOL
Betti and Theo are sharing a joint.
BETTI (cont’d)
--that our town is pretty weird?
CUT TO: AN OPEN FIELD
Betti wakes up next to the crack. Aerial shot of the crack.
THEO
Nah. It’s the suburbs.
CUT TO: VARIOUS
Kellianne Hamilton smiles widely at a bake sale. Children play in a playground. Teenagers laugh encouragingly.
Desperate grabs inside of a coat closet. The wicked glint of blood being licked off of teeth. Someone knocks someone else out with the blunt end of a knife handle.
THEO
How bad can it be?
And an amazing script for a movie called Grace Under Pressure about a girl who was cheated on by the lead singer in the band she manages, he’s kicked out, she has to babysit her sister’s genius non-binary kid for the summer, the lead singer winds up dead, and the entire band rally’s around stealing the lead singer’s ashes and sprinkling them all over America on a road trip.
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#tag meme#my writing#mine#goddamn there's a lot in here but is discovered some fuckin GEMS in my google drive
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