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AU: "The Bloodchemist" #1

Hematita 7. Mathias

(let chance decide >> AU) + "Your lips may be sweet, but your heart"

AU: The Bloodchemist

cw: descriptions of blood, drinking blood, and manipulation. Brief sexual innuendos.

BEING one of the few human professors remaining in Opala's Blood Academy of the Regenerative Arts—a fancy, if not misleading name for a vampiric science academy—can be exhaustive, but you like the work you do. You're fed, protected, paid, and educated on subjects that range from simple mortal knowledge to the very rare and sought-after work of the grand Vampire Alchemists of Old.

On top of your lectures and studies, as your mother, and her mother before her, you're a Draco. A Commander, if you will, representing the humans on the small kingdom-island of Opala during the meetings of the vampire council.

Because of that, you're used to being invited to parties such as this, in which the gold in the guests' gowns compete with the Grand Castle's decoration.

Still, you're not used to being invited to the company of Count Mathias Jan Yvanson himself.

You let out a trembly sigh as you clasp your hands at your back and offer him a low bow. When you straighten your back again, you meet those steel-grey eyes focused on you.

"Count Mathias," you greet. You glance at the Count's sibling and gulp. The way Mandreis Jay Yvanson plays with their dagger sends a cold jolt of danger down your spine. "Your messenger forgot to mention the reason for my visit, so I brought an early version of my yearly report with me." You try to smile, but the pressure of Mathias's gaze has you almost wincing instead. Schooling your expression, you add, "I work on them gradually, rather than filling them a day before my deadline."

Deadline.

You never liked that word. Not when an immortal—and very much deceased—being stares at you like Mathias does.

"How... dutiful. Thank you, Commander." Mathias reaches for the folder your personal guard offers and hands it to his sibling. With a wave of his hand, Mathias sends young Valência away.

You two share an uncertain gaze, but you nod—if the Count wants her out of his office, there's not much you can do about it. When Valência closes the door at her back, Lady Melike Jal Yvanson locks it.

There's humor in their voice when Mandreis says, "Please, Commander. Do sit down. Breathe."

And only then do you notice that the loud clack of the iron lock has sprung you to your feet. Your heart is racing; you must control yourself. With the sketch of a smile, you swallow hard and pivot around to look at the Count. Mathias holds your gaze and offers a hand, palm up, to receive yours.

You hesitate. Mathias narrows his eyes.

A pair of delicate hands rest on your shoulders and pushes you down to your chair. Those same hands draw a gentle caress on your hair, combing it back and away from your face... and neck.

"You know how much my siblings appreciate candid humans, Commander." Melike brushes a gentle thumb on the exposed skin under your jaw—you shiver—and focuses on your hair again. "So I'd suggest using all your honesty right now."

Your reflection on a closed window shows Lady Melike tying your hair with a long ribbon. The silk in it is glossy and of a deep, dark red. When Melike brushes the ribbon over your shoulder and lets it fall across your chest, you have a distinct impression that you're not looking at fabric, but at your impending death.

She smiles. People often say Lady Melike's threats are the most elegant in court, but you never realized how much until now.

Mathias opens and closes his hand again. This time, you place your hand on his.

"I'm... I'm ready to be honest, of course. Always." You decide to embellish your point a little more and to talk about honor, force, or discipline, but no words come out.

"I think this family is tired of your pretty words." Mathias raises your hand and turns it around. "We all know you haven't been honest with me."

On the inner part of Mathias's wrist, you see the small punctures on the place he often offers you to feed on. On the inner part of yours, the vampiric powers he lends you almost make you see your blood pumping in your veins.

Mathias touches you. Only one finger, resting cold and hard against your warm skin. It's part of the ritual, and you know it; your heart picks up. You lick your trembly lips and hold back a whimper as Mathias slides a long nail on your skin.

When was the last time he fed you, anyway? A week ago? Three months? It feels like a decade. Your lips burn, your mouth aching with hunger and desire. Deep down, you know you shouldn't.

Don't drink it. Keep it in your mouth again. Resist!

But you can't.

"Such is the luck of a ghoul," Mandreis says. "Half of the time in control of their humanity and free will, and the other half, kneeling before us with an open mouth." They get up and stalk towards you, tossing up and catching their dagger. "Now be an excellent little ghoul"—They stab their dagger on the backrest of your chair with a thump—"and tell us everything you've been doing for the crimson market."

"Everything you've been doing behind our backs," Melike adds.

"And everything you'll do to make me happy," Mathias completes.

Your eyes widen. They know.

"I did—"

"Don't say you did nothing," Mandreis growls. "We know of your little experiments in alchemy."

"We know you've been selling them for the highest bidder," Melike says. "The blood chemist, is it? Such a dreadful title. Such a grave offense to the blood that feeds you."

"My tinctures were harmless!" you lie. "Only a little tinge of vampiric blood to heal illnesses and treat Life Force wounds on the—"

Violence flashes in Mathias's eyes, and you feel the blood draining from your face.

"Do not lie to me, Commander." The Count walks around his desk and nudges Mandra and Melike aside. He takes in your expression, smirks, and bites his wrist. "You'll not lie to me." There's a thin trail of dense, purple-red blood running down his forearm when he stops in front of you. "You'll drink me," he says.

And as much as you try to resist the urge, you obey, flaming lips meeting the freeze of the vampire's skin.

"Your lips may be sweet, but your heart is coated in greed, huh." Mathias pats your hair as you suck his blood, his power reaching out and covering every inch of your body. "I like that, Commander. But I want that greed to serve only me. You will not lie to me ever again. Is that clear, pet?"

And you raise your head, delighted and spent, your eyelids heavy over your eyes.

"Yes, My Liege."

Mathias clears the corner of your lips with a thumb and slides it into your mouth. You let him open it and move your head this way and that, checking for himself that yes, you drank it all.

"Good." He leans back and licks the place your lips touched. "Now tell me about your experiments, Commander. I want to know every little thing about them."

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ligiawrites · 3 years

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Some day of 8:36

Hematita. #2. Filtchen.

(friendship) + "Did I ruffle your feathers?" + Filtchen

Some day of 8:36

“YOU are absolutely insane if you think I’ll allow that!” she said.

Helena Filtchen raised her chin another inch and looked down at the man before her. Sure, she barely reached Mercúrio’s chest—which was not, mind you, very difficult to happen with how tall he was—but a glare like hers had nothing to do with height and everything to do with intent...

And her intent, in this case, was to boil a sleep potion so strong and so mean, Mercúrio wouldn’t even remember his own name after waking up. She narrowed her eyes and waited. Her assistants must’ve felt the brunt of that silent threat, for all three of them excused themselves for supper at the same time.

Mercúrio looked around and schooled his amused expression before lowering his voice.

“Helena, please. You know I have only their best intentions at heart. I know the kids will learn much with this.” They leaned in again and tried to whisper something in her ear, but Helena sidestepped to avoid them.

She hated when people dared to get too close to her, even if that person was Curio.

“I’m serious, Mercúrio.” She pushed them back with a sulfur-covered pestle. “This potion is not a toy to be used in your silly jests.” Helena focused on her alchemy book again and used the heel of her barely-clean hand to try and adjust the leather cord of her glasses. “Besides, I’m out of Topazian walnuts.”

Mercúrio didn’t even say anything. He had just arrived at the castle after three months traveling around Five Kingdoms, so all he needed was to reach inside his sleeve and tug a small pouch from it. He had an infuriatingly knowing smirk on his lips when he dropped the pouch in front of her.

Topazian bloody walnuts, if the sound the pouch made and Curio’s attitude were any indicators.

“Curio—”

They raised their hands. “I know! I know.” Curio dragged a stool and placed it beside Filtchen, climbing on it like a horseman on their steed. “But think about it, Helena. Imagine their faces!” Mercúrio's voice softened. “Besides…” They half-lay on Filtchen’s table and propped their chin on a hand. “Elias was their father. A terrible king and an even worse pops, but... they are kids.” Curio peeked at her from under their thick eyelashes. “They are feeling the loss despite everything, and the least I can do is to cheer them up and show how much better off we are without him.”

Helena pivoted around to avoid those two intense black eyes.

The mood in the castle had been quite gloomy since King Elias was beheaded. With reason, sure, but she never thought anyone would actually be sad about a man like that losing his life. She massaged her chin and took in a deep breath.

Mercúrio let out a bark of laughter. “I knew I could count on you!”

“Oh, spare me.” She took her alchemy book and leafed through the pages with more care and self-control than her expression would suggest. “So all you need is a vocoid enhancer?” Her eyebrows knitted together. “It’s a simple one; you can do it yourself, Master Arcano.”

Curio scoffed. “But then you wouldn’t be helping to cheer them up, would you?”

Helena raised her eyes to him and stared. He smiled. There were only a few people in this world that could still surprise her... Curio was definitely one of them.

She cleared her throat. “All right. Bring me my cauldron number three.”

“Don’t you think number two would be better?”

“Do not test my patience, Mercúrio.”

He laughed and obeyed, then sat at her side again. They talked and shared stories, from the political scene in other kingdoms to silly anecdotes about their journeys. It was comfortable, she thought, to be beside someone who had seen the same kind of horrifying truth that she had. More than that, it was rewarding to think about how much the two of them had fought within themselves and with each other to reach that point in their… in their friendship, she thought with a fond smile.

And as the potion glimmered green in its small vial, and Helena finished threading the glass to protect it from the light, her expression grew serious.

“Wait. I didn’t ask you what exactly you’re using this for.”

She raised the vial as if to show it, but Mercúrio, that dextrous old fox, snatched it from her fingers and all but slid away towards the door.

“I’ll give it to my darling Mathias’s mount, of course.”

Helena’s eyes widened. “You’re creating a talking horse, Mercúrio!” Her voice raised an octave. “Do you have any idea of the chaos this will… Mercúrio. Marcúrio!” She raced to him, reaching for the vial. “Give it back to me immediately!”

But she was shorter and slower, and they were as tall as slippery.

“What, Helena? Did I ruffle your feathers? C’mon now, don’t look at me like that.” Mercúrio opened the lab door like a charlatan in a magic show. “It’ll be hilarious, you’ll see. I’ll make them recite poetry the entire afternoon.”

“Oh, for Kerana. We have so many dignitaries from other kingdoms here, Mercúrio!”

He laughed. “Don’t worry. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them the potion was yours.”

And with a final wink, they disappeared down the corridors.

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ligiawrites · 3 years

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This one comes from my ko-fi :3

Hematita 3. Mathias

(let chance decide >> fluff / arcane) + "You should see me in a crown."

THE wood finally breaks, and smoke escapes through the new hole in the door. Instead of stepping back and yanking your leg free, you push forward and walk through the dense purple fog now billowing to the castle corridors—splinters and danger be damned.

"Mathias!" Your voice comes strained when you shout. Because of the smoke or the worry, you're not sure. "Where are you?"

"I'm here." His voice is low. He coughs, laughs, chokes in the smoke, and laughs again. "Remind me to never try the leather coloration spell again."

You see his silhouette cutting the smoke, and only then do you manage to sigh. You run to him and clasp his hands. He locks eyes with you and lets out an embarrassed chuckle; a little boy caught in the middle of mischief. His hands are cold when he cups your cheek.

And purple. His hands are purple.

Your thoughts race. Mathias's hands aren't usually this cold—you know them well—and to be this color, it must mean the blood is already freezing in his veins. You can't imagine what could've caused him to contract the sickness and speed it so much, but you can only think this is the Azure Taint in its most developed stage.

Goddess, why?

You see images of him bedridden and shivering, drinking nothing but the soups he hates. What would happen to him? Could Filtchen help him and the Queen at the same time?

Would he... die?

"Mathias!" You grab his wrists and tug him outside.

"Please, I'm fine."

"No!"

Out of his study chambers and under the daylight, you blink to clear your blurring vision, throw a gauntlet off, and press a warm, calloused hand on his neck, to feel his pulse. It quickens under your touch—and it races when you lean in and press your cheek against his lips, keeping his face there long enough to feel his warm breath hitting the side of your face.

... Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen seconds.

Warming up and no shivers. Good. His temperature seems normal, and his heart, too.

You step back and study his face.

"I... I'm pretty sure the gesture usually works the other way," he teases.

He's pink now, a slightly darker shade of it on his cheeks. And now yellow, blue, then purple again. His skin changes before your eyes, jumping from one hue to the next. You frown. Mathias sighs.

"As I said, remind me to never try the leather coloration spell again." He groans. "I'll try to solve this for myself, but if I can't... I'll have to ask Master Curio for help. Tsk. I bet my right hand they'll try to give me a lower mark on my next test."

You shake your head, willing your heart to calm down. He's okay. He's safe.

"Well, I'm sure Master Curio will have a good laugh, My Liege." You smirk. "And I'm sure they'll help you undo all this damage once you fail. Just try not to draw too much attention in the meantime."

Mathias quirks an eyebrow. "So you think I'll fail, do you?"

"Yes, My Liege." You narrow your eyes. It's your little vengeance for the scare he gave you. "But don't worry, you look quite striking as a Nacre Prince. Not quite Opalean—but close enough."

Mathias scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, well. You should see me in a crown. A proper crown."

You chuckle. Before you can stop yourself, you tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear.

"I can't wait to see it, My Liege."

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ligiawrites · 3 years

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It's September! A_A As you probably know, we're celebrating 1 year of LtGBtK, and I have a lot of cool stuff to share with you. The posts will start to roll in on September 1st, so I hope you're ready! >8D I'll keep this master post updated and pinned all month long. ;) ♥♥♥

long post under the cut :3

— Prompts for Five Kingdoms —

Link to the prompts here - please check the CWs before each post ♥

Hematita. (friendship) 2. Filtchen.

Hematita (fluff/arcane) 3. Mathias.

Hematita (AU: "The Bloodchemist" / Vampire) 7. Mathias.

Opala. 4. Mathias.

Opala/Topazio 15. Mandreis.

Safira. 2. Mandra

Topazio. 1. Dragon Commander.

Topazio. 8. Mathias.

Topazio. 9. Dragon Commander.

Topazio. 13.

Topazio. 14.

Topazio. 16. Mathias.

— Q&A —

Matt:

"Matty, when did you first start to realize you had a thing for the dragon commander?"

"Mathias perfume has been mentioned in the game a few times, so I was just wondering what it would smell like? It might be a weird ask but- I'm curious!"

Mandra:

"Warriors name their swords. What's the name of your sword?"

Curio:

"Will you teach me magic too please? That way I can actually call you master Curio without you correcting me?"

"Please share a funny story about Mandra and/or Mathias growing up, especially one they wouldn’t want shared."

Dr. Filtchen:

"Your piercings are the same as Melike's. Fashion or a spy thing?"

Knight Valência (it wasn't a question for her, but she'll answer it):

"What IS the "Dragon Commander"? Obviously it's the MC, but that's WHO they are, not WHAT. I'm curious about why that title, and what does it entail exactly."

General questions:

"How do characters feel about the different MC archetypes? Do they have one they get along with better/like better or one they dislike?"

"How would the characters feel about MC being with Mandra or Mathias romantically?"

— Sketches —

8:33

8:41 - I

8:41 - II

— Lore and extra info —

Date format and power/monarch lineage

Mandra's character profile

The Opalean Magazine: The Giving of the belle cards

— And this is a surprise —

xxx

You can always support me through itch.io and ko-fi!

#love the guard be the king #1yearofltgbtk

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