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i have less than a hundred pages left in tva and im thinking about how all armand retained from his childhood after his trauma-induced memory loss was "not made by human hands". how he was reduced to his godliness, inhuman holiness in his painting, how suffering was purified for him in the caves, how from the start he was conditioned to be a vessel for others' whims to the point where even after undergoing unimaginable horror he remembered. he is not human. he is made for something greater, he is devout in his pain. and immediately upon remembering this. he throws up and passes out.
marius takes him and conditions him to something else, to his "perfected" image of a boy of the time, the glass of fashion mold of form etc. and this is the first time armand rebels, and attempts to forge his own path, attempts to understand the reasoning behind his idol's actions, but marius assaults him and it's again reinforced for armand that he is what others make of him. and if it will please them, he will do it. this monster is all he has, this is the sun shining upon him. this is god, and he is a vessel. not made by human hands. and then he's no longer human . (was he ever human to begin with. was he ever human to anyone.)
and the children of darkness come and force him once again in the opposite direction, once again traumatize him so severely there's almost nothing left except obedience and servitude and suffering as life.
and in the midst of that isolation and numbness he remembers his mother, the little gift she gave him, and he wonders if after these centuries it's still hidden in his forgotten coffin, abandoned when the coven came. her gift, the painted egg, his real self, his mother and father. is it still there. is it rotten and spoiled. is it dust. is it perfectly preserved and just waiting to be cracked open, waiting for the mess to be made.
and then lestat comes and cracks him open and makes the mess. your hands were always human.
what is he supposed to do with that? after 5 lifetimes of idolatry. how is he supposed to go on. you are a vessel for the one you love, the one you love is god, there is nothing else.
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Stay with me, okay?
pairing⁀➷ august walker x reader
word count⁀➷ 570+ (just a short drabble)
summary⁀➷ you get shot by the men that want Ethan in Paris. What no one knows is that you and Walker have a past together and he would do quite literally anything for you.
warnings⁀➷ use of y/n, spoilers obvs, soft!august (just for the reader), violence (people getting shot including the reader), angst, no mentions of gender or physical appearance, use of nickname (angel)
a/n ⁀➷ tell me if I missed a warning pls! And I’ve got some requests for a part 2 so if you have any wishes that I should add, let me know x
You felt like going on a walk today. Normally you would just stroll around the neighbourhood but today you felt like changing things up a little. You haven't been to this part of town, it was just a feeling that dragged you towards it.
Apparently, this part wasn't as crowded as the other places, which was quite nice. Ever since you moved to Paris, your mind didn't really settle. There was always something going on, not quite as romantic as some would think the city was. So to find a place this quiet, even if it wasn't the most beautiful, you enjoyed it.
As you walked across the street, a large garage was being opened. You glanced at the door out of pure curiosity. But you didn't look away after you'd seen his face. One that was way too familiar to you.
You stopped in your tracks and inhaled sharply. What on earth was he doing in Paris?
But then, why wouldn't he be in Paris. He did god knows what, things you only knew so much about as to not be endangered by it. You shouldn't be surprised.
You still stood there, visible surprise on your face that mirrored the others faces, as you looked back and forth between them.
How you weren’t even wondering why there was a, most probably, kidnapped man about to be sat on the backseat, you didn't quite know yourself. It just fitted the whole situation.
August stood there, slowly letting go of the door, his eyes fixed on yours. But before he could do anything, you heard a gunshot. You didn’t only hear it, you felt it. What on earth? You thought as you dropped onto the pavement. It felt like someone had punched you in the ribs, and you couldn't comprehend that the bullet actually hit you.
„Walker!" you could hear one of the guys at the car yell.
August was raging with anger, how would they dare to harm you, to harm what's his.
The next thing you heard were more shots. You couldn't see much, but what you saw was August, in front of you, and a gun in his hand. He had shot the men, all three of them. They had said something directed at one of the guys August was with, but you couldn't hear it, for you were groaning in pain.
„Y/N!" August called out name. „Y/N, Angel please…" he repeated your name over and over, turning to you.
As he kneeled down, his large hands cupped your face and his fingers lightly brushed your cheek. The angry expression on his face changed and he looked as if his worst nightmare just happened. „August.." you whispered, panting heavily. You were about to pass out and he knew it. „Stay with me, okay?" he whispered.
His voice was raspy. You could just nod in pain.
August slipped his arms under your knees and your neck, as he lifted you up. Still watched by the others in shock of his actions.
His strong hold made you feel safe. The way he carried you but looked at your face every few seconds to make sure you still had your eyes open.
„You're going to be fine, you hear me? I won't let anything happen to you. I won't leave you ever again." The moment you looked into his eyes, filled with worry and sincerity, you knew he would keep his word this time.
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"Can I ask you something?" Sirius asks, watching Effie walk away. He turns to look at Alphard with a curious expression.
"Sure, anything." Alphard answers, taking another sip of his coffee.
"Why do Effie and Monty call you Alphie?" Sirius asks, and Alphard promptly chokes on his drink.
He coughs, trying to get a hold of himself. He's also pretty sure he's blushing.
"Mind your business." He tells Sirius, getting up and leaving the room before his nephew can ask anymore questions.
alphard vs a nosy teenager
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