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pinksirensong · 1 year

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you can make an imagine of Morpheus being freed by his wife, I'm a big fan of the vampire diaries universe, so I thought of Morpheus's wife being a tribid (witch, wolf and vampire) imagine a furious wife with a thirst for revenge for her imprisoned husband I'm sure that would be chaos in the mansion

Okay...this got out of control, it's probably not really what you wanted kkkkk but it's in this vibe and I really liked writing it! I'm a big fan of TVD universe too so it was super fun writing it! Thank you ❤️

"NIKLAUS!" the screams of Y/N echoed through the Mikaelson's mansion at New Orleans. It wasn't unusual for the family to be locked away or daggered because Niklaus was paranoid, but this time it was different. As a tribrid – part witch, part vampire and part werewolf – it was a little harder to contain her, but Nik always found a way, especially to protect his twin. This time a witch who owned him a favy helped him lock her in the basement to make sure she wouldn't look for her husband.

Dream of the Endless and Y/N Mikaelson were not on very good terms the last time they saw each other, it wasn't something awful but just a little fight between the couple because Morpheus wouldn't share the burden of his duties with the kingdom with her. For Y/N it was like he didn't trust her enough to do so, but for Dream it was just a way to protect her, she might be a powerful tribrid, but she was still his wife and he would protect her with everything he had.

A few days after that Dream was imprisoned by Roderick Burgess and Y/N was naive enough to think she could count on her family. They hated Morpheus since day one for taking her away from them and the one who hated him the most was Nik. One would think that after more than half of a century she would lose hope and stop fighting back, but that was not who she was.

With time no matter how much she screamed her twin would never come for her and Y/N was now completely alone missing the being she loved the most.

"Why are you screaming?" she heard the voice of a little girl and when she turned towards the owner of it she saw a kid that reminded her too much of Niklaus for her own good.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Hope Mikaelson, ma'am. And I don't understand who and what are you doing here?"

"Mikaelson? As far as I remember my brothers and sisters are the only Mikaelson's around." seeing the confusion on her face, Y/N couldn't help but find it funny. "I'm Y/N, Niklaus' twin sister. That fuc…forking. That forking hybrid locked me here."

"I didn't know my father well enough to know why he would put you here, but if you're his sister then you're also my aunt." she smiled brightly and Y/N couldn't imagine how that child was Nik's kid. "I'm gonna help you, because we are family… Always–"

"–and forever." the tribrid completed her niece's sentence. The only way to let her out would be through Niklaus' blood, perhaps a descendant of him would work the same way, but Y/N didn't like that idea. She might not know Hope, but she was family and they protected each other above everything. "It's too risky for you. I assume from your late statement that Nik is…not around?"

"No, he…isn't. It's mostly me and mom. There's also Jackson and the rest of our pack, but the others are…gone. For now." her semblance was sad when saying it, but it quickly changed to her happy face once more. "But you're here and I've to free you!"

"I…cannot stay here once you do that, child."

"Why not?"

"My husband is in trouble, I can feel it. I must help him, he…needs me." through the century she could feel it, the way he seeked for her and worried about her wellbeing.

"But can you…come back? Please?" there was no way she could say no to that, perhaps Hope would be the first Mikaelson to not hate her beloved husband.

"We're Mikaelson, Hope. Always and forever." and that was worth a thousand promises. Once Y/N was free from that place she didn't even look for her siblings, all the tribrid did was run. She could feel him, Dream was in distress and far away from New Orleans. Y/N Mikaelson would burn the whole world for him.

Roderick Burgess was no longer alive, yet his son Alex still kept Dream of the Endless locked and deprived of his freedom. It angered her that he was still there, alone and thinking about the consequences of his absence to the world. No matter what others thought, she knew her husband was kind, he had a good heart. Oh, how the tribrid missed him, her body and soul were calling for him every single moment. To exist without him was like dissecting slowly, feeling her body lose strength until there was nothing more. She needed him as much as a vampire needed blood.

Dealing with wanna be magicians would be hard if she wasn't part witch herself, especially because they didn't know a tribrid could ever exist, Y/N truly was an aberration of nature. Firstly she had to compel Alex's husband, Paul, to invite her in and the rest was easy. Taking down every single guard was almost fun, mortals and their weapons thinking it could hurt someone like her. Killing was in her nature, but now she felt the need to do it for revenge. They were all guilty for imprisoning or helping keep him there. But the owners of the house would have their fate chosen by Morpheus, all she did was compel them to go upstairs and stay quiet.

"Dream…" there he was, trapped in his own cage with no clothes. At this moment she thought that their deaths were too merciful. When his eyes finally met hers it felt like her heart would explode, her dream was so vulnerable and…quiet. "It's me, my dream. I'm sorry for not being able to find you sooner, but I'm here. They will never harm you again." he finally stood up, at that moment Morpheus knew it wasn't a mirage or an illusion made by the others, it was his wife and she was here for him.

"Y/N…" it was the first time in a century since he said a word to anyone. "You came." Dream too remembered very well of the last time they saw each other, the hurtful words he threw at her and the way he left her at the waking world. If it wasn't for Roderick Burgess he would've come back to her, apologized for all he did wrong and begged for her forgiveness. But his wife didn't know that…and yet here she was.

"Of course I did, my dream. Nik…He…He trapped me, I was unable to find you. If it wasn't for that I would've come sooner!" Morpheus cursed himself for ever thinking she would leave him for something as silly as a little fight, that she would give up on him…on them. "All that matters is that I'm here now and you will never leave my sight ever again." Y/N put her hand in the glass and closed her eyes, she could feel his hand on the other side. It was as natural as killing, just like with any other part that made her a tribrid, her power strong and controlled making the ground shake until not only the binding was broken but the whole glass cage. The little pieces of it floated in the air like feathers until her eyes opened and it all fell into the ground.

"I'm sorry!" Morpheus was holding his wife like she would vanish any moment, it was as if this was all a beautiful dream. How many nights had he wished to see her face, to feel the warmth of her skin, the smell of her scent? Now here she was and he would never let her go again. "I love you." he did, he would always love her. Y/N didn't waste another second, pulling him in for a kiss, it was filled with passion, lust, but most of all…it showed how much they missed each other.

Many "I love you" were said while they kissed as if time had stopped and the rest of the world didn't exist. At that moment it was just Morpheus and Y/N, a husband and wife who were separated for too long. Revenge could wait, but not for long…the Mikaelson's were known for their cruelty and the tribrid wouldn't let Burgess get away messing with what was hers. Blood would rain in this house…more than already did.

#morpheus x reader #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus x oc #dream of the endless x reader

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imaginefan · 1 month

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Safe With Me

Jeremy Gilbery X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 793

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you write a story about Jeremy saving you from damon ? He stakes damon to save you, cause there wasn't another way to stop him.

Warning: Reader almost dies, strangling

The witch that had taken to terrorising you and your friends had a dangerous skill for being able to turn the vampires of your group against you, the first person that she had managed to get her hands on was Enzo, he attacked Bonnie but she easily knocked him out after sensing the magic following him. She easily tracked it back to the woman that had just moved into town.

You and Jeremy were out scouting around, you saw her at a small coffee shop so you stopped in there, you wanted a drink anyway so you went to get your drink while Jeremy found somewhere to sit that gave you a good view of the witch that you were following. You turned to walk over to the table, noticing that the witch had moved to sit in front of Jeremy, you walked over “I know you said you didn't want anything but I got you this cause it’s going to be a long day.” You said as you sat down next to him and put a drink that you did get him in front of him. “Thanks.” He rolled his eyes despite the situation. “Who’s this?” You asked. “I’m Jess. I was just wondering if there was anything worth seeing around here since I've just moved here.” She explained. “Oh well this town isn’t much for sightseeing to be honest.” You answered. “Anything in particular that you're looking for?” “I don’t know, this was the only place that I could afford to move to, probably because of all of the incidents around here.” She shrugged, she was selling the normal person vibe a little too much and even if you didn’t know something was going on with her you definitely would have thought it by now. “Yeah we grew up here, it’s changed a lot since then.” You shrugged. “Yeah those Salvatores moved in around the time that everything started didn’t they?” She asked, you frowned as you looked at Jeremy. “Did they?” You asked. “Do you know them?” “I don’t… a family member did.” She answered. “I don’t think they’ll remember them.” “Oh, well we’ve got to go but um good luck settling in.” You smiled as you stood up cup in hand, Jeremy following after you.

Everyone was supposed to be meeting at the boarding house, it seemed like you were the first one there, that is until you heard the crash coming from the living room, you rushed into the room to find Jeremy wrestling with Damon “Hey! What’s going!?” You asked. “(Y/N) run!” Jeremy yelled but before you could move Damon was in front of you, you stepped back ready to run but Damon grabbed you around the throat, your legs kicked out as you and you scratched at his hands trying to get him to let go but he didn’t seem to feel it. Black was starting to take over your vision but before you completely blacked out Damon dropped you, you fell to the floor but caught sight of the stake sticking out of his stomach before Jeremy filled your vision sliding to a stop next to you. “Hey look at me, you're okay.” He said softly as he picked you up, holding you close to his chest as he got you out of the house, when you both made it outside Bonnie and Caroline were walking up to the house. “Don’t go in there Bonnie, she got to Damon, I don’t know how, he grabbed (Y/N).” You felt him move your hair from your neck where you were sure that there was a bruise. “I staked him, he wouldn’t let her go, someone should check on him, I don’t think that it was anywhere near his heart but I wasn’t really looking.” “He’s still inside?” Caroline asked, you assume that Jeremy nodded because you heard her move towards the house. “You think that you can stand now?” He asked. “Y-yeah.” You answered, he gently lowered you to the ground not taking his hands away from your arms until he was sure that you were stable, they didn’t move far though, gently tilting your face so that you were looking at him. “How are you feeling?” He asked. “Like someone strangled me.” You answered and he huffed out a laugh in response as he twisted your head to look at your neck “is it bad?” “It’s definitely there.” Jeremy answered. “Thanks.” You smiled and he shrugged before pulling you into a hug. “I’m glad that you're okay.” He breathed “Thank you for saving me.” You said softly. “Anytime.” He promised, squeezing you tighter “come on let’s get you home, I can stay with you tonight if you like.” “Yeah let’s do that.” You nodded.

Requests and general question!

#the vampire diaries one shot #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries #jeremy gilbert imagine #jeremy gilbert one shot #jeremy gilbert

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hades--baby · 1 year

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The Alpha Up North

Summary: Quinn thought he could escape all of his problems by trekking up north with his bruised, bloody, and nearly dead misfit of a wolf in tow. However, the old-blooded vampire failed to realize that David Shaw wasn't the only alpha that swore to protect Darlin with everything he had. The alpha up north made that clear real fast.

Note: Gregory Keaton just gives off this fatherly love kind of vibe and I thought that I'd extend that love to Darlin (because lord knows they need some of that in their life right now). Let me know what you think and thank you for reading!

(This work was also cross-posted on my ao3 account under hades_baby)

Word Count: 6330

Quinn’s lips were tainted in a dull red tint that matched perfectly to the shade of thick crimson blood flowing from the horrendous open bite marks on Tank’s exposed neck. He’d been relentlessly draining them the entire drive up north, ensuring they only had enough blood in their system to keep them alive and (barely) breathing. The draining hadn’t come to a pause until their face had fallen deathly pale and their skin turned incredulously cold to the touch—just how he wanted them to be.

And though he would never fully admit it aloud, part of him missed the vibrant warmth that used to radiate from his little misfit of a wolf. The same vibrant warmth that used to counter his own sullen cynicism that he’d adhered to over his undead years.

He missed the way they used to show off their sly, confident grin at crowded bars as the two of them threw back an obnoxious amount of liquor and hustled pool to earn some extra cash from the poor souls that dared to play against them. He missed how the two of them used to have fun together. He missed the old them.

The one that actually liked wreaking havoc through the streets of Dahlia as if they had nothing better to do with their time. The one that didn’t give two shits about the unempowered brats they were supposedly friends with nowadays. The one that didn’t report him to the fucking department over some minuscule situation that wasn’t even that big of a goddamn deal.

Well, it wasn’t a big deal to him, at least.

“Where the fuck are you taking me?”

Quinn sucked in a sharp breath, startled from his thoughts thanks to Tank’s strained voice filling the cab of his truck. He flicked his gaze into the rearview mirror, looking over the roughed-up wolf. The bright moonlight graced their face, showing off how little color they still had under their smooth skin. Their eyes were heavily lidded, barely propped open as they tried to scan the dark moving landscape just outside of the car's tinted windows.

Quinn’s hands tightened around the steering wheel until he was practically white-knuckling the round mechanism. The thick sole of his boot pressed down on the accelerator a little more. He needed to get to the cabin he had secured before Tank could gain their strength back. And even though it wasn’t very likely that the slumped wolf would gain their strength back that quickly, it didn’t hurt to get there sooner than later.

“Where the fuck are you taking me, Quinn?” Tank repeated, adding a little more animosity to their tone.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Misfit. All you need to know is that we’ll be there soon enough,” he said, watching them through the rearview mirror for a little while longer before looking back at the open road.

In all honesty, Quinn wasn’t all that worried about keeping a close eye on them. The amount of blood that he had drained from their veins was surely enough to keep them from doing anything rash. Of course, the thought of trancing them to keep them still and complaint had crossed his mind when he first got the jump on them, but he decided that he’d rather play on with a little psychological torture instead.

He wanted them to know that they were too weak to save themself.

That they truly couldn’t do a damn thing to get out of this situation, regardless of how badly they wanted to.

So he opted for just checking in on them every few miles in the rearview mirror of his dusty truck.

He could see them messing with the tight restraints that were skillfully wrapped around their wrists, twisting and turning in an attempt to loosen the ropes, but that did nothing but cinch them tighter than before. They didn’t stop fidgeting until Quinn pulled into a long gravel driveway that led to a small cabin he’d been thinking about the entire drive up north.

Tank was on high alert the moment the tires of the sedan crunched against the loose gravel of the driveway. Their shoulders tensed and their head whipped around with the little strength that was still pumping through their body. A small smirk graced the sadistic vampire’s face as he saw almost all sense of hope slip away from their tired eyes, depleting into near nothing.

Had they finally come to terms with the fact that they weren’t going to be getting away this time?

That tonight would be their last night alive?

That this would be the end for them?

Whatever they were thinking, he hoped it was something drastically hopeless.

He popped the driver’s side door open and practically ripped the back door open. He cinched a grip on Tank’s shirt collar and yanked them out of the back seat just to have them land on the sharp gravel spread over the ground beneath them. The injured wolf groaned in pain, trying to get back on their feet, but Quinn grabbed onto their collar again and started dragging them towards the front door before the soles of their boots could even attempt to plant on the ground. He was expeditiously becoming careless with the way he handled them, completely disregarding their attempts to get away from him.

He didn’t care if he got their scent all over the damn place anymore. He had managed to hide their scent all the way up from Dahlia to this shit-hole backwater county in the middle of nowhere. There was no way that anyone from the Shaw Pack or the Solaire Clan would find them out here with them being completely off the grid.

There was no way that anyone would find them out here.

Quinn kicked the front door open, threw their limp body inside, and slammed the door shut behind him. Fear quickly flooded Tank’s chest and slowly crept up their throat as the entire cabin was enveloped in utter darkness. Not even the faintest glimmer of moonlight found its way inside.

Much to their dismay, the old vampiric bastard had bashed their face to the point of their own blood backlogging their sense of smell, making it practically impossible for their nose to pick up on anything other than the metallic savor of the crimson liquid that was supposed to be pumping through their veins.

So with no sense of smell and no source of light to aid their already struggling eyes, all they could do was lie there and listen to Quinn’s feather-like movements as he moved about the cabin.

Tank hated this feeling.

They hated feeling… helpless.

They couldn’t use the enhanced senses that they had always relied on as a wolf, they couldn’t get free from the damn ropes that were tightly wrapped around their sore wrists, and they couldn’t get the fuck away from Quinn.

They wanted to scream and fight with all their might, but they couldn’t.

And that infuriated them.

Before they knew it, a few low-light lamps flickered on and Tank was slowly granted their sight back. They took a chance to look around, moving nothing but their eyes to take in their surroundings.

The cabin was notably small. It wasn’t really anything but a simple one-room structure with little to no furniture to fill its space. It was quite evident that nobody actually lived in it and they figured that it was probably just some throw-away place that Quinn had managed to get his hands on.

Tank warily pushed themself up onto their hands and knees, but their limbs shook with exhaustion and their tied wrists made it even harder to keep themself upright. They eventually fell back to the hardwood floor, helpless and ready to close their eyes for good.

Quinn abruptly slammed a wood chair beside their shaking form and pulled them up onto it. He cut the ropes away from their wrists only to retire them to the uncomfortable armrests of the chair. He then tied their ankles to the legs, making sure to pull tighter than he really needed to.

“Blood-sucking prick,” Tank muttered under their breath.

“My dear Misfit, you are in no position to be calling me such mean names,” Quinn taunted, looking up at them from his kneeled position in front of them. He tightened the ropes even more before standing upright. “You know, I’ve always thought that this little thing between us would end in some big glorious fight. The type that would leave both of us bruised and battered and almost dead. But here you are, tied up in front of me with no means of escape and little to no fight left in you.”

Tank barely mustered up enough energy to clench their hands into fists, but they weren’t able to hold it for long and they ended up releasing the tension to rest their palms flat against the armrests. The old vampire smiled at the subtle sign of weakness they tried to conceal, thrilled to see that his little wolf really didn’t stand a chance against him anymore.

Quinn unexpectedly shot his hand forward and wrapped his fingers around their neck, squeezing nice and tight. His nails dug into their skin, making them wince in pain as his fingers dug right into one of their open wounds. Most of them had stopped bleeding, but the sudden jerk prompted blood to start seeping from them again.

“Oh, don’t hold yourself back, Misfit,” Quinn said, shaking his head as his grip tightened. His eyes were wide and manic; his pupils nearly dilated to the edge of his glowing irises. A devilish grin spread over his face and his fangs emerged a little more. He let out a deep chuckle, running his tongue over the top row of his teeth. “No one but me is going to be able to hear your cries out here, so you might as well let loose.”

It had been hours since Quinn had started his ruthless assault on Tank.

The poor wolf had endured hours of the vampire's relentless torture and he wasn’t showing any sign of stopping. And for once in their life, Tank wasn’t so sure how much more they could take before they’d give in and give up.

They were slightly amused by the fact that they were actually admitting that to themself.

Out of everyone in their life, they had been the most stubborn about giving up. They had always been the one to pull through, no matter the situation and no matter the cost. Hell, they had been scolded halfway to hell about how reckless they’d been with their lack of self-preservation, yet they always managed to make it out alive. But as they sat strapped to that damn wood chair with blood seeping out of every place imaginable, they really weren’t too sure if they could hold out any longer.

“Well, I think I’m done playing with my food,” Quinn sighed, lazily strolling back over to their limp figure. He stopped right in front of them, the toes of his boots knocking against their own. He cupped their jaw and slowly tilted their head back, forcing them to look into his eyes. “What do you think, Misfit? Should I just end it all here for you? Or should I keep our fun little game running a little while longer?”

Tank clenched their jaw, wanting to snarl some sort of harsh obscenity at him, but they couldn’t manage to get anything out. They attempted to bare their teeth at the age-old vampire, but they could barely get their canines to peek past their bloody lips. Quinn hummed at their cute attempt of aggression.

“I suppose I’ll just put an end to our little game. It was fun while it lasted,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and taking his hand away from their jaw so their head limply dropped back to their chest.

Fuck.

They were going to die in this stupid drabby cabin at the hands of a goddamn monstrosity of a person and there was near nothing that they could do about it.

“How should I do this? Snap your neck? Drain you? Turn you?” he prompted, adding a devilish grin to the last option.

Tank found the strength to tilt their head back enough to look him in the eye again, an almost begging look falling over their face. Quinn smirked and narrowed his eyes at them before cocking his head to the side.

Quinn had never seen or heard Tank beg before.

And he thought he never would.

But now that he’d had a tiny taste of what that looked like…

Now he wanted to see more.

“What’s wrong, Misfit? Afraid to have me as your maker?” he asked as he took a small step toward them. “Or are you more scared about losing the wolf in you?”

Tank squirmed in their chair at the thought of Quinn turning them. They didn’t want to become a vampire and they sure as hell didn’t want him to be their fucking maker. They’d probably end up being like that Adam guy that Vincent and Lovely had talked about. Apparently, the guy had killed his own maker and kept on living (sort of) with that heavy secret under his belt. Except Tank would make sure that everyone knew exactly who tore off Quinn’s fucking head.

“Now that I really think about it, turning you seems like a much more favorable option,” he said, smiling a little more while kneeling down in front of the wolf. “Turning you so you can endure an endless amount of suffering just by my hands alone… sounds fucking extravagant, don’t you think?”

They tilted their head further back in an attempt to get away from him, but they soon realized that they had exposed more of their neck and they immediately snapped their head back down to hide their bloody jugular. Though, that did nothing to stop Quinn from committing his atrocities.

“You know, I always told myself that I’d never actually turn anyone. Too much responsibility in having progeny to take care of. Too much work. But maybe—just maybe—I’ll make an exception for you,” he said, running his tongue over his fangs.

He cupped their jaw with one hand again and roughly forced their head back to expose their neck as he stood up straight. He placed one of his knees on the seat of the chair right between their legs, hovering right over them as he stared deeply into their wide eyes. His thumb gently pulled at their bloody bottom lip before trailing all the way down to the middle of their throat. His eyes scoured their neck for a few long moments, then he took a steady deep breath and slowly lowered his head.

But before he could truly reach their neck, he froze in place and his eyes widened ever so slightly. His head ticked to the side and his eyes flicked toward the front door of the cabin. After a few silent seconds, he narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw.

He had sensed something that they hadn’t, but what was it?

“Hold that thought, Misfit,” he said with an eerie calmness, looking back into their eyes for a split second before pushing off of them. Their chair rocked back slightly from the force of his shove, but it soon settled back on all four legs. They watched as he peeked past the thick black-out curtains that were covering the windows before making his way to the door and slipping out of the cabin. They let their head slowly teeter before it slumped back down, chin hitting their chest.

Well… fuck.

If he wasn’t going to kill them or turn them now, then they might actually just die on their own from blood loss. They had been feeling like absolute shit for hours, but now it was really starting to hit them. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and an excruciating amount of pain was starting to set in.

Their head felt far too light, their entire body was shivering with merciless chills, and they could feel their mind finally slipping away from the reality of their situation. Their breath was rapid and shallow, their heart was racing, and they were fighting just to keep their eyes open.

They despised the feeling of being out of control.

It all felt wrong.

And for the first time in a very long time, Tank admitted to themself that they were scared.

They’re not sure how long they had been sitting in their fuzzy state of limbo, but a careful pair of footsteps entered the cabin and that was enough to pull them from their daze. They were afraid that it was just Quinn coming back from whatever mindless hunt he had just gone on, but the person who had just walked in didn’t spit some snarky comment like he would have. If it had been the old-blooded vampire, he would’ve been talking their ear off about how he was going to finally end them with some sort of wicked grin on his face.

No, it wasn’t Quinn who had just walked in.

A large, warm hand gently cupped Tank’s face and tilted their head up. Tank slowly peeled their eyes open, silently wondering when they had closed them. Once their vision focused, they immediately thought that they might have actually died because what they were seeing was impossible. They had to be completely fucking delusional or some shit because what they were seeing couldn’t be real.

“Gabe?” they rasped out while narrowing their eyes.

They were quite aware that there was no way that the man standing in front of them could be Gabe Shaw, but they didn’t care for logic anymore. They let the full weight of their head slump into the man’s hand, to which the mystery man let out a deep chuckle as he shook his head.

“Not quite, kiddo. I’m Gregory Keaton. Remember me?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he rubbed the pad of his thumb over their bloody cheekbone.

Gregory.

Yeah.

They remembered him.

He and Gabe were practically brothers all those years ago. And even though the two alphas had gone their separate ways to assemble their own respective packs, Greg always seemed to find some extra time to spend with the Shaw family. Hell, he had actually been the one to help Tank feel a little more at home when Gabe and David weren’t around to do that themselves.

After their initial introduction—which had been a little rough because all introductions with Tank were a little rough—Greg had quickly found that the young wolf wasn’t really the talking type, so he found other ways to get to know them and to simply spend time with them.

He showed them how to fix up some of the old upholstery on their motorcycle and in Gabe’s old ‘62 Chevy Camaro when they were in high school. He would mutter dumb little dad jokes that Tank pretended to hate even though they secretly loved them. And when Gabe and David couldn’t get through to them, Greg always managed to get them to listen a little (it might take a good thirty-minute motorcycle ride and a heart-to-heart, but he always managed to get through to them one way or another).

It had been years since they had seen him.

The last time they had actually seen him was at… Gabe’s funeral.

Tank had to admit, they really missed the old bastard.

“You still with me, kiddo?”

Their eyes focused back on his face before they slowly nodded. The minuscule movement made their head spin and they immediately stilled, squeezing their eyes shut while leaning their head into his hand some more.

“Yeah, I remember you, Greg,” Tank muttered.

“Good. Let’s get these ropes off of you and get you home,” he said, gently patting their cheek once before kneeling down in front of them. Their head lulled a bit as they watched him cut away the rough ropes.

“Where’s Quinn?”

“Already taken care of,” he said, trusting that the members of his pack had already offed the bloodsucker. He continued to work the ropes off, frowning at the sight of their wounds as he grazed his fingertips over the raw skin of their wrists. The amount of blood, gashes, and bites that littered their skin made him wonder how they had managed to hold out as long as they did. “He won’t be bothering you or anybody else anymore.”

“Good.”

Once the ropes were off, they involuntarily slumped forward. Greg caught them and picked them up with ease, his arms hooked under their limp legs and back in the process of it all. Their head tucked into the crook of his neck, finding solace in his warm embrace.

“How’d you find me?” Tank asked, their rapid breath starting to slow down.

“Ansel noticed that Quinn had been spending an awful lot of time in this little cabin for the past month or so. Once David gave me a call to tell me that you had gone missing and there had been a sighting of him heading out of Dahlia, we assumed that this is where he might have taken you,” he answered, stepping through the door and into the cold forest.

Tall pine trees loomed up above them and the dark sky peeked through the very tips of the fresh green tops.

Tank loved the sight of the star-ridden sky.

They desperately wished that they could keep their eyes open long enough to get a good look at all of the shining stars, but they could barely manage to keep peeling their eyes open after blinking, so they had a feeling stargazing was out of the question. Even so, they tilted their head back to rest against Greg’s shoulder and forced their eyes open so they could watch the stars one last time.

“Hey, Greg?” they started, swallowing hard as they continued to stare at the shimmering abyss above them.

“What’s up, kiddo?”

“I think I’m dying,” they concluded in a strained tone, letting a heavy breath trail their words. “And I think I’m a little scared.”

“You are not dying on my watch. You hear me?” he said, shaking his head as he trekked over to his truck a little faster.

A large group of the Keaton Pack had accompanied their alpha on his mission to rescue Tank. They had been tasked with the job of tearing Quinn limb from limb while their alpha sought out the young wolf that had been snatched away from their own pack. And since the entire group was waiting by his truck, he could only assume that they had taken care of the bastard leech for good.

Greg rested Tank in the bed of his truck and climbed in as he called his healers over. He settled himself in the middle and gently set the younger wolf’s head on his lap, running his fingers through their hair in an attempt to soothe them.

“You’re going to be just fine, alright?” he said, looking down at them. Their eyes were unfocused and he could tell that they were staring past his face and at the stars instead. He remembered that they had a knack for stargazing. There had been countless times he and Gabe had found them lying out on the roof of the Shaw house just to stargaze in peace. “Plus, I have a feeling Gabe would come back to haunt my ass if he ever found out you died on my watch.”

Tank let out a huff of a laugh at that.

“Yeah, he probably would,” they said, a small smile flashing over their face as they thought about what Gabe might have said to them right then and there if he were still around.

And as Tank stared at the glimmering stars with Greg’s fingers soothingly working through their hair, they couldn’t help but feel at peace as they slowly slipped away.

Tank wasn’t all that sure where they were when they’d woken up, but they knew it wasn’t home.

They weren’t at their shitty little apartment in the shady industrial district of Dahlia, nor were they tucked away at Sam’s comfy cabin in the middle of the woods.

So yeah.

They weren’t home.

And that kind of terrified them.

They couldn’t really remember much of what had happened, but they did remember bits and pieces.

Though, part of their memory felt more like a dream than a reality.

Like Gregory Keaton.

Part of them felt like the old alpha had just been a figment of their imagination as they slowly descended into the madness of blood loss that Quinn had so graciously bestowed upon them. But it soon became apparent that they weren’t imagining anything as the bedroom door beside them opened and the person they’d been thinking about stepped into the room. They forced themself upright, hoping to get a clearer view. And the sight was almost enough to send them reeling back onto the mattress.

“Hey there, kiddo,” Greg greeted as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. His weight made Tank sink towards him and they had to plant one of their hands down to keep themself from slamming into his side. He set a hand on their shoulder to keep them from falling any further, which they were more than grateful for because they weren’t too sure if they could have stopped completely on their own. “You gave us a bit of a fright back there. We thought we had lost you for a minute before one of my healers could find your pulse again.”

Tank didn’t know what to say.

They hadn’t seen him in such a long time and with the situation at hand, they didn’t really know what to do, what to say, or what to even think. They felt like they were everywhere and nowhere all at once.

“Here. Drink this. Feels like you’re still running a little cold and this should help warm you up a bit,” he said, gently patting their back as he handed them a cup of what looked to be tea. Tank took it in their shaking hands, happy to get something warm in their system. They just needed something to soothe their soul a bit. “Your pack is on the way. They should be rolling in soon. Oh, and David mentioned something about your mate tagging along too.”

Their eyes widened at his last statement.

The fact that Sam was coming along wasn’t what surprised them.

What surprised them was the fact that David had told Greg.

“So you found yourself a mate, huh?” he teased with a smile as he playfully nudged their shoulder. They nodded before taking a long sip of the warm tea. He had added honey to it. He must’ve remembered that they liked their tea that way. “Does he treat you well?”

“He does,” they answered, smiling slightly. “More than well.”

“Good. You let me know if he ever treats you differently, you hear?” he said, giving them a faux stern look. They nodded their head in response. “But from what I’ve been told, I don’t think I have to worry about that all that much. A vampire with a knack for healing magic? That’s not something you see every day.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty damn special,” they said, their words slurring a bit as they spoke. Greg just assumed that the healing magic was still pumping through their veins pretty hard. “He’s saved me more times than I’d like to admit.”

“Well, it looks like you’ve got a couple of wolf packs and a vamp clan looking out for you now,” he joked, huffing out a light laugh.

“Greg,” someone called from the entrance of the bedroom. The alpha looked up and perked his brows to let the person know that he was listening. “Shaw’s here.”

Tank perked up slightly and took a deep breath through their nose in hopes of catching the comforting scent of their pack, but they weren’t able to pick anything up. They furrowed their brows and slumped slightly, which Greg seemed to notice with ease.

“Senses still shot?” he asked, looking at them with a sympathetic look. They nodded and looked down at their cup of tea. He set a hand on their back and gently patted them a couple of times. “It might take some time for your senses to come back. That bloodsucker did quite a number on you.”

“Right,” they muttered, nodding their head once more.

David soon appeared in the opening of the bedroom. His eyes immediately landed on Tank and they could see visible relief roll off of him. Tank let a small smile pull at their lips before it dropped and disappeared completely. They were too drained to really hold anything up right now. Even the hot cup of tea cradled in their hands started to be too much for them to hold. Greg must’ve noticed that too because he placed his hand under the cup and carried the weight in the palm of his hand.

“Let me take that for you,” he said. Tank was grateful that they could drop their hands back to their lap as he took the mug from them and made his way over to where David was standing.

“I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done tonight,” David started, but he was promptly interrupted by Greg letting out a light chuckle. He placed a hand on the younger alpha’s shoulder and squeezed comfortingly.

“I already told you, David. You and the rest of the Shaw Pack are like family, especially that one over there,” Greg said, gesturing his head toward Tank. He couldn’t help but smile at the young wolf. He viewed them as one of his own kids. Same with David. “I’d do anything to protect you two.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, go on in. They just woke up a few minutes ago,” Greg said, patting David on the back a couple of times before looking over at Tank. “Can I get you anything else, kiddo?”

“I’m alright,” they said, shaking their head. “Thanks, Greg.”

The older alpha nodded once more, gave them both one last reassuring look, and then disappeared into the hallway. David stood frozen in the doorway for a few moments, looking Tank over a couple of times as they kept their eyes trained on the hardwood floor set below them. The tall alpha stepped towards Tank, keeping his strides steady and methodical. He kneeled down in front of them and fell still again.

Tank couldn’t bring themself to look him in the eye.

They wondered if he knew the whole story behind the night's events.

They hoped he knew that they didn’t go after Quinn. That the damned old-blooded vampire had jumped and snatched them while they were on their way home from work. That they didn’t go looking for him on their own. That they didn’t break the very promise that they had made to him and Sam.

They hoped he knew that.

They hoped he knew all of that.

David slowly and steadily raised one of his hands into the air, not wanting to startle them with any quick movement. He set his warm palm on the back of their head and eased them forward, pressing their foreheads together. They both closed their eyes and took a deep breath before Tank completely slumped forward to rest their head against his broad shoulder. He held them up with ease, letting them put their entire weight on him.

“You’re alright,” he whispered, embracing them comfortingly.

Tank squeezed their eyes shut and frowned, pressing their forehead against his shoulder even harder.

Tank wanted to cry.

They wanted to just cry and let it all out.

But they couldn’t bring themself to do that in front of David right now.

“I didn’t go after him on my own. I swear to fucking God, I didn’t go after him on my own. I don’t know how but he fucking jumped me and almost drained me and then we were in the middle of the woods in some fucking cabin and then—” Tank tried to explain in desperate rambles.

“Hey,” David said, shaking his head while slowly pulling them away. He looked them in the eye, making sure to keep them upright and steady as he tried to find the words he wanted to say.

He had never seen them so… vulnerable.

Tank had never been the type to show what was truly going on in their head or in their heart.

They had never been the type to show—what they would call—a moment of weakness.

Seeing them in such a state almost made him freeze.

“You’re not in trouble, Tank,” he started, keeping his voice as straight as he could. “I know you didn’t go after him on your own. And even if you had, you still wouldn’t be in trouble. The only thing the pack and I care about is whether or not you’re okay.”

Tank stared back at him with a wide-eyed look for a few beats before slowly nodding their head in response.

A set of car lights peeked through the blinds of the room, making both of their heads whip toward the window.

“That should be Ash, Milo, and Sam,” David said, sitting back to give them a little space.

The sounds of the front door opening, hushed deep voices, and rushed footsteps echoed down the hallway and led right to the bedroom. Sam soon appeared in the doorway in a flash, almost ramming into the doorway as he slid to a halt. His eyes met Tank’s and he let out a heavy sigh of relief before stepping forward and dropping to his knees in front of them.

David got back up to his feet to make ample space for the two to properly reunite. He made his way back over to the bedroom door, looked back at the pair once more, and then headed out to the living room, where the others were undoubtedly waiting to hear how the young wolf was doing.

“Can I touch, Darlin?” Sam asked as he hastily looked them over. Tears filled their eyes as they nodded their head in response. And the moment his hands gently graced their skin, they lunged forward and fell right into his embrace. Sam held onto them tight, not showing a damn sign of letting go anytime soon. He pulled them close into his chest, cradling his tough wolf.

“I swear I didn’t go after him, Sam,” Tank sobbed, finally breaking down in their mate’s arms. Hot tears streamed from their eyes and their shoulders shook from the intensity of their sobbing. “I swear I didn’t go after him. I promised that I wouldn’t and I swear I didn’t—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Sam interrupted, shaking his head while gently patting their hair down on the back of their head. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t go after him. I know he got the jump on you.”

“I swear I didn’t break my promise,” they whispered, trying to speak coherently with their shaking voice.

“I know you didn’t, Darlin. I know you didn’t,” he reassured, pulling them in even more. He kissed their forehead and silently looked them over as he gently rocked them back and forth in hopes of soothing them. “Another healer got to you before I could, huh?” he said, smiling a bit while playfully jostling them around.

They smiled as their tears started to slow down.

They smiled.

And that was enough to make Sam’s heart melt even more.

“Mr. Keaton seems to care about you a whole lot. Nearly stared me down when he first opened the door,” he continued to joke, hoping to pull a little more of a smile from them as they started to calm down some more. He could hear their heart slowing down from the rapid pace it had once been set at.

“He’s protective, is all. It’s been a few years since I’ve really seen him and he’s still the same,” they muttered in response, slumping comfortably against his chest. “But don’t worry. I’m pretty sure he already likes you.”

“Now that’s just the healin’ magic gettin’ to your head,” he said, shaking his own head a bit.

They let out a light huff of a laugh.

Their heart had finally calmed down and Sam could tell that they were starting to slow down altogether. Healing magic had always struggled with putting Tank down. They seemed to always fight through the usual drowsy effects that typically came along with healing magic. But Sam could see that they were giving into it for once. He could see that they were accepting the fact that they needed rest and that they needed to—for once in their damn life—sleep and heal.

“Are you going to be here when I wake up?” they asked, slowly tilting their head up to look at him.

“Damn right I’ll be here, Darlin,” he said, nodding his head. They tilted their head up and managed to press a gentle kiss to his lips (with the help of him leaning down a bit to not strain their neck). “I’ll be right here.”

“Mkay,” they muttered, nodding their head as their eyes closed.

Sam didn’t care that they were sitting on the floor in their own little awkward bundle. He could wake up with a crick in his neck or a bad back and he still wouldn’t care. He was just happy to have his dear Darlin in his arms, listening to their heart beating clearly, and their lungs breathing in air.

Quinn was dead.

His mate was still breathing.

And they were okay.

They were okay.

#redacted darlin #redacted quinn #redacted gregory keaton #redacted david #redacted sam #redacted angst #redacted asmr #redacted audio #mr. ketaon coming in clutch as that father figure darlin needed <3 #quinn is a dick #but we already knew that

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ech0lesss · 1 year

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"A Real Vampire!"

Pairing: Streber x Male Vampire Reader Summary: As the prince of the dark kingdom, you disappear on halloween to go participate in foolish mortal activities to distract yourself from your father. You never thought you'd meet a cute 'vampire.' Word Count: 1.6k Proofread: ya Notes: honestly really based off of skyrim dawnguard DLC + hotel trannsylvania vibes Streber doesn't get attacked by bob in this.

You were the prince of a dark kingdom. A hidden kingdom, hidden from humanity, meant to never have been found by humans.

Being the highly respected and infamous young vampire prince, you were planning on escaping this dreaded castle you had been practically trapped in all your life.

Your father was a stuck up fool who only cared about his image. He never cared about you, and you could tell that. He only used you to uphold his oh so mighty image, only pretending he cared about you, but he barely ever remembered your own birthday - not that he cared.

Your mother was one of the only ones in your life who had seemed to care about you, nursing you as a child, though when you were only so young she died from an immortal sickness. You could only remember the comforting and warm, distinct feeling of her holding you in her arms.

However, you had the opportunity to leave for one day. A mortal tradition, called Halloween, was a yearly occasion that took place on October 31st. It was perfect, humans dressed up in silly little costumes and walked around their residence to gather sweets from others. They dressed up as vampires too, which you saw as a bit of an insult to your race, but at least it could grant you cover to blend in with the crowd.

It was perfect. You heard about this idea from your friend, [Friend]. They'd suggested you sneak out for an early night, going out in your fanciest little royal vampire attire and blending in with the humans. It was funny, you were pretending to be humans pretending to be vampires.

[Friend] was a more higher class vampire. Not exactly royalty, but their family had connections which is how you knew each other. You were practically cousins.

They had an odd interest for humans, learning as much as they could about them, usually spending most of their time in the library for research. Hence how they found out about 'Halloween.' You weren't inclined to bother with any of those lowly humans, unsure about why they even showed an interest in them.

Though you didn't think much of humans, you agreed, taking any chance to escape the dreaded castle you'd been stuck in.

So... here you were, dressed in - what you would call - a fairly casual outfit. You were wearing a victorian style outfit, (i have no fucking idea how to describe any specific outfit so just imagine your wearing something very fancy looking lol)

You and your friend exited through the portal to the human world, knocking out all the guards with sleepy gas and sneaking through the portal. When you finally came through, you found yourself in a familiar dark forest.

This wasn't the first time you'd been out here, but it was one of the few. You were grateful to be able to escape your father for once.

[Friend] giggled as they grabbed your arm and hopped away, dragging you with them. "Come on! Let's go get candy, I'm so excited!" You struggled to keep up with their pace, trying not to trip over your feet as you were dragged behind them. "Hey, slow down!"

You both trudged towards the lights of the city, carrying bags for candy. At least this would get you away from your father for a few hours.

The moon shone out bright above you two merrily wandering around, going from door to door to ask for candy. It was very fun, especially when you could get so close to humans without them knowing you were real vampires. You both received many compliments.

Soon you came across a worn down house, with a sign on the lawn that read “Haunted House.” You weren’t sure what that was supposed to mean, but your thoughts were broken through as [Friend] giggled and grabbed your hand, dragging you up the steps of the porch.

They walked up to the doorway, holding out their bag full of candy and confusedly looking around for any signs of life as you stood behind them with your arms crossed.

Suddenly, a small cloud of green mist covered the area in front of the doorway. [Friend] jumped at the sudden disturbance, dropping both your candy bags that they had been holding on the floor. A short male emerged, who seemed to be dressed as a ‘vampire.’ It was odd, but he wasn’t the first person you saw wearing a vampire costume.

“Ah! Welcome to the hauntiest of houses!” The man greeted you with enthusiasm in his voice. Your eyes widened slightly. The more you gazed upon him, you kinda thought he was cute. Wait, what? No, he wasn’t even a real vampire. That couldn’t happen, especially to a royal vampire prince like you.

The man went over to a mirror, leading you both with him. “As you can see, I am a REAL vampire!” He draped his green cape over his head, appearing invisible behind you. Funny thing was, you were both invisible too, so there was nothing but your own floating clothes on the mirror as you gave [Friend] a look. He didn't seem to notice though, the cloth covering his sight.

He then ushered you both near the doorway again. "Now get inside, and get SCARED!" He wiggled his fingers playfully, as [Friend] giggled childishly and eagerly ran inside. You stayed back as they walked on, staying with the vampire boy.

He gave you a smile and waved as he noticed you looking at him, fixing his outfit. You smiled and approached him, ready to shoot your shot like you were Devin Booker. (hehe) You weren't even sure why you were somewhat attracted to this mortal, though you just went with the flow in that moment.

"Hello, nice.. costume." You started off, completely forgetting about [Friend]. "Hi! I really like your costume too, it's very.. elegant!" He exclaimed, looking up at you.

There was a slight awkward air. You only did this in theory, never actually tried it, but in front of a human did you have anything to lose?

"Can I interest you in a date?" You asked, trying to seem confident in your actions and words. Inside you were screaming. Even if it was a human and you'd likely never see him again, you were still super nervous. You honestly had no idea what you were doing in that moment.

His pale cheeks immediately turned pink at that. "E-Excuse me? A date??" He averted his eyes, scratching the back of his neck flusteredly.

"Well, why not? You only live once don't you?" You smirked at your slight choice of word play. Nice.

He paused for a second, thinking about what you had said. "Well.. I suppose so. Where and what time?" He looked back at you again, softly smiling with a blush on his face as he scratched the back of his head flustered. Cute.

"Meet me at Giovanni's tomorrow, 8pm. Don't be too late." You leaned into his ear at the last part, hearing [Friend]'s footsteps run out of the haunted house behind you along with their silly giggling. Your eyes shifted to them looking at you giddily, motioning with their hand to follow them. You turned back to the man, grasping his hand and placing a kiss atop of it.

You could see his face go red as you turned away, approaching [Friend] as they grabbed the candy bags they had dropped earlier and you walked off with them next to you.

It was only a few seconds after when you noticed them looking at you with squinted eyes and a smirk. You looked at them with an annoyed expression, stopping in your tracks and raising an eyebrow. "What?"

"Do you like that boy?? What's his name?!" You groaned at their questions, bringing a hand to your face. "I didn't get his name.."

Their face immediately dropped as they got annoyed with you. "You FORGOT to ask his name?!" They groaned and stomped their foot on the ground before returning to walking. "What did you say to him?"

"I just asked him out on a date, that's all." You looked at them nonchalantly. "Okay, when?" They crossed their arms, furrowing their brows and glancing up at you.

"Tomorrow at some classy-looking restaurant we passed by." They seemed to perk up at that, smirking at you. "Okay.. What're you gonna wear?" You paused, thinking. "Hmm... Well, considering it's a date and I want to at least seem like I want to impress him, I guess you can help me choose." You knew they could help you out with any attire choice.

They pumped their fist in the air excitedly. "Yes!" You chuckled softly at their antics. They then turned their head towards yours. "Why'd you ask him out anyway? I'm not judging, but... why a mortal?" They raised an eyebrow at you. You sighed, unsure why you did either.

"I guess I just, I dunno, I thought he was cute.. I went with whatever my heart wanted." You shrugged and averted your gaze, crossing your arms with a slight smile on your face as you thought about him or how silly the situation felt. [Friend] grinned softly. "Well, at least you did. Go for it I say." They nudge you softly with their elbow, making you chuckle softly.

The rest of the night you continued trick or treating until the humans wouldn't even answer their doors anymore, telling you that trick or treating was over. You returned home to your father who had been upset with you over leaving, but you knew he cared much less than he showed to.

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i uhhh honestly dont know if i like this. like i love the concept of it just dont know if other people will really think this is neat

this is also getting a part 2 and probably a part 3

#echo writes #streber spooky month x reader #streber x reader #spooky month #spooky month fanfiction #spooky month x reader #spooky month streber #spooky month streber x reader #sm streber #sm streber x reader #streber sm x reader #streber sm #streber #streber spooky month

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emetkoto · 8 months

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So what about Astarion drew you in? Were you spoiled at all for anything about him? Because that's how I was, unfortunately. I don't have all the details yet, but I have Just enough to feel atrocious for him and want to bodyblock him from The Horrors. Did you go in intending to make everyone's favorite little meow meow for your tav, or was it just who you felt would fit at the time? Give me the details I'm so curious about how exactly Kotostarion came to be behind the scenes 👀

For once in my life, I actually wasn't spoiled ahead of time (well with the exception of him being a vampire but I clocked that immediately anyway and its like the second thing you learn about him so I don't count it)! I got the game pretty quick after launch and I didn't know too many ppl who had played EA so I got to experience Astarion fresh :) it was a nice change! I was initially drawn in by his looks and all the like. smug murderous bastard vampire vibes, he was just very attractive to me overall and ticked so many boxes….I could never have imagined how deeply sad and traumatized and tragic he was, they really caught me off guard with that one :sob: I would do anything to make him feel safe and happy!!!!!

I kinda knew from before I started I was gonna make K'oto bc idk I just thought he'd have fun in a little DnD fantasy adventure with lots of handsome men around to potentially kiss….at first I wasn't sure if I was actually gonna like. ENJOY the game on my own? Sure I planned to at least play it through once with the friends who bought it for me but I wasn't 100% sold on it being smth I'd play on my own time so I also kinda defaulted to K'oto in a "no use coming up with a whole new original character for this thing I don't even know I'll like yet" way, kinda the same way I ended up making him in XIV (he was originally just an alt to play with irls who had just started and was never meant to have lore or personality or a story of his own until he decided he wanted to be a real boy and took the wheel from me)! Since I had no info on Astarion going in I initially kinda went "oh wow. This is kinda Emetkotocore." but now obviously I am aware they are. Not at ALL the same thing even a LITTLE and as I played they just kinda morphed into their own thing and thus, Kotostarion <3 It was completely unplanned as it always is jsgklisflslkd

#words of mimi

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hauntcdhouses · 1 year

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☼☾ ( DAVID CASTANEDA , 32 , HE/HIM , CISMALE , LEANAN SIDHE ) - have you seen MILO CORTEZ? they’ve been living in afon vale for TWO YEARS and they really think they’re safe. people say that they’re LOYAL but i heard they’re ALOOF. you can usually find them working as SECURITY at KINGS&QUEENS. they’ve tried hard to keep HE HATES WHAT HE IS AND WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO BE NORMAL buried but the truth always comes out. a few things that remind me of them are … the taste of liquor and something sweet on your lips , light fingers tracing circles on your arm, dusty artificial flowers for a forgetful person , worn out thrift store books littering a nightstand .

tw : child abandonment !

the story starts in a town in mexico he doesn't care to name . milo along with his twin mila were the product of what sometimes happens when a human meets a demon . there was never any warmth from the pairs mother maybe an attempt once or twice , but nothing ever seemed genuine . it wasn't that much of a surprise to find out she just wasn't there anymore for the siblings .

to say his father is a touchy subject would be an understatement . the young leanan sidhe can't stand him . he's a cause for upset and though he can't understand mila's need for approval from their father he's easy to temper at all his sisters attempt being discarded . at this point he just tries to find any excuse to hate his demon parent . his father is also a big part he doesn't like himself and what he has to do to survive .

while mila had their way of supporting the pair milo made sure they were safe every step of the way and did everything he could think to do to help contribute . at some point they found the amalgam , they're some of the only other people he actually trusts . even then there's still a timidness to it as if he's almost anticipating some great betrayal that'll probably never happen . it's almost an always ready to take flight when there's any hint at a fight .

he's not overly forthcoming with his emotions and he can be somewhat and annoying protective of the people he's close to which is a list that can probably be counted on both hands . not known for being overfriendly but also not a complete asshole , he just tends to be there until he needs to make himself known . he has his moments of cracking a joke but don't think to much on that . he worries a lot and overthinks a great deal of things .

he's comfortable with where mila and himself are but still a little wary of potentially stepping on toes of some of the others in afon vale .

you'd be pressed to try and get any information on the past him and his sister share other than ' mexico ' . very lowkey ( or highkey ) dimitri from vampire academy vibes .

being vulnerable ( coughcough ) with others is something that doesn't come easily to him ( blame it on the nature of his kind ) and might actually kind of scare him .

he'd call himself a collector of books he's borderline hoarded for himself before he calls himself an avid reader , a lot of books are began but lost or forgotten somewhere in his living space .

credit to llillards for the graphic template !!

#i . milo coretz ; intro !#whvspers:intro #for my next trick i'm going to get gwen's stuff done #and start drafting potential connections.

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years

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Cravings || One

Pairing: Vampire! Hongjoong x Reader

Warning: None Yet

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: If you would like to be tagged, let me know!

"Babe, hey babe." Your boyfriend, Chad calls out to you, as you're sitting at the kitchen table, running over over bills again and trying to figure out how the fuck you're going to try to pay everything. You worked damn hard, and barely had anything to show for it. Ever since Chad had moved in a few months ago, without an invitation, you were stressed. Everything had gone up and doubled since he hadn't left, and he also hadn't contributed anything financially towards the household. You paid for rent, utilities, groceries and you even paid when the two of you went out for dinner. Chad worked full time, but where his money was going, you had no fucking idea. He constantly went out with his 'boys' , often coming home obliterated, and just expecting you to have your legs spread open for him when he rolled in, apparently that was your duty as his girlfriend, according to him. As if not contributing and acting like a man child was such a turn on. Not to mention the countless hours he spent on your gaming console, yelling and talking to his friends, leaving you no time to play any games that you like, unless you wanted to wake up a few hours before you had to work to sneak on it. But by the time you got home from work, cleaned up the messes he made throughout the day, made yourself dinner, showered and got into your PJ'S, you were too damn tired to do anything. You knew you had to wake up the next day and do it all over again, so any sleep you got was precious.

A part of you often wondered why you were in this relationship with him. Maybe you were scared to be alone, maybe you didn't think you could do any better than him, but you stuck with him, because for some reason, you loved the guy.

"What do you want, Chad?" You sigh, walking into the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch, headset on and his match paused. "I'm trying to figure out bills, you know that thing that keeps us warm, and with light and hot water, that you said you'd help pay and haven't."

"Yeah, babe, can you go to the corner store and get those Takis, you know the ones I like? The not so spicy ones though babe, cause remember I have acid reflux, and a diet coke." He says, turning back to the screen, laughing at something said through his head phones.

You could feel the rage building up inside of you, awfully quick, and it was seeping out of you even quicker.

"Are you going to pay for said snacks?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm.

"What?" He laughs. "Babe, no, come on. I'm broke. I don't get paid again for two weeks. You know this."

"You just got paid yesterday." You breathe through gritted teeth. "Where the hell did all your money go?" You ask, your hands balled into fists.

"You know babe, I had the fantasy football league entry, plus I owed Kyle money for the keg bomber last weekend, and I took the boys out for supper yesterday. Shit adds up." He says, never looking at you, only focusing on the game.

"And that's my problem, why exactly? Why is it always on me just because you're not financially stable. Grow up, you're 35 for christ sakes!" You yell. You stomp to the kitchen, grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes before heading back into the living room.

"Yeah, she's got her shoes and purse." He laughs. "She's definitely going to get my stuff."

"You know what Chad? I'm definitely not going to get your snacks, get your own fucking snacks, Chaaad. I'm going for a drink, with my own goddamn money." You spit, storming out of the house.

You're wandering down the street, like you had been for the last thirty five minutes, and finally you found somewhere that looked decent enough. You walk in, and the lights are on very low, the place is almost dark, had it not been for the red lights swinging above tables, or the string of red lights wrapping around the ceiling. Your eyes wander the open floor of seating as a soft beat vibrates through the building. Every person in here who was sitting with someone was leaning closely to that person, seemingly having an intense conversation. The vibes felt dark and eerie, but you welcomed it, you enjoyed it instead of being around Chad's fuck boy mentality. You walk towards the bar, sliding onto one of the empty bar stools and setting your purse on your lap. Your eyes were looking down when you felt a presence standing in front of you. You look up and see quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever seen.

"What can I get for you?" He asks, his voice is deep, yet so smooth and calming.

"Double vodka and coke please, and for the love of god, keep them coming." You sigh. After your comment you see the slightest hint of a smile appear on his lips, disappearing even quicker than it came.

"Bad day?" He asks, beginning to pour your drink.

"Bad relationship." You groan. He nods his head as he slides your drink towards you.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, leaning on the bar with his chin resting on his hands as he waits for you to speak. You look into his eyes, and they're so warm and mesmerizing, you felt safe and secure, like you could tell him anything. Which is exactly what you did.

"What's your name?" You ask.

"Hongjoong." He replies. "You?"

"Y/N."

"Okay Y/N, what's bothering you?"

"My boyfriend, we've been together for just over a year, and well.. he's something, and not the good something like people usually say. He moved in with me, without even asking me if I wanted to, and I just kind of accepted it. He doesn't pay anything, no bills, rent, groceries, nothing. It's all on me, even though he does work full time. He forgot my birthday, went out and got absolutely plastered with his 'boys'. On Valentine's Day, he took me out for dinner, and can you guess who was there?" You ask.

"His boys?" He answered.

"You sir, are correct. I was ignored the entire evening, and then he and his boys left, I ended up paying the bill, and I had to uber home because he had driven us there. Not to mention the fact that he assumes I'm just there for his pleasure, expecting me to be spread eagle for him whenever he decides to show up." You finish, chugging your drink as you try not to gag on the strong taste of vodka.

"Why are you with him then? He doesn't sound like he contributes to the relationship at all, so why do you stay?" He asks.

'Honestly, I'm not entirely sure." You answer as he slides another drink in front of you.

"Now that's a bullshit excuse." He replies. "There's a reason that you clearly don't want to admit."

"Do you ever smile?" You ask him.

"No." He answers. "Now, why won't you leave him?"

"Because it's safe, I guess? I don't know if I can do any better than him." You shrug.

"Y/N, you have no idea how much better you could do." He says.

From the moment Hongjoong had a whiff of the scent that was coming into his bar, he knew that it was the scent of the one. He intensely watched the door, waiting for the one it belonged too to walk through the door. As soon as you did, it was almost as though his heart could have started beating once again, the ice cold blood that ran through his body could have turned warm just by the sight of you. He isn't sure what it is about you, but he had always been told that he would know when he found the one, and having been alive for over a century, he had just assumed that it wasn't in the cards for him, and now he knows why. Because all his life he had been waiting for you. The person that he would do anything for, the person that he would be anything for had finally walked into his life, and for once he felt an ounce of hope, until, you had mentioned the filthy human you were in a relationship with, not to mention one that treated you like absolute garage, and you had assumed that no one better would love you, but shit were you ever wrong. He was standing right in front of you, and though you had just met him, he loved you with everything he had and would do anything and everything to protect you.

"I appreciate your advice, Hongjoong, but it's getting late and I have to work tomorrow." You sigh. "How much do I owe you?" You ask, grabbing your card from your wallet.

"It's on me." He tells you, grabbing your empty glass.

"Well thank you." You smile. "It was nice meeting you." You tell him as you slide off the stool.

"You too." He says, watching you walk away from him.

That night when you got home, you couldn't get Hongjoong off your mind, a smile spread across your face as you walked through your front door, and headed into the living room, then it instantly dropped. Chad had not moved from the spot you had previously left him in a few hours ago. "Oh, babe." He says, sucking the cheeto dust from his fingers. "Kyle brought me some snacks, since you threw a huge temper tantrum about my snacks, you can just venmo or cash app him, k?" He says, going back to playing his game.

You went to bed that night, dreaming of one man, who was not your man.

Over the next few weeks, you had absolutely no desire to be at home. So you headed to the bar that Hongjoong worked at, everyday after work for a drink, or two, or four. In those weeks the two of you spent an ample amount of time getting to know each other, you were sure he knew you better than Chad ever did. You didn't want to see Chad, you didn't want to be near him and it was bad enough that he constantly texted you throughout the day, sending you lists of things to buy from the grocery store, as if he wasn't able to do it himself. But much to your surprise, he didn't text you when you never came home with his snacks, he didn't check in with you throughout the day, and honestly it no longer bothered you.

You felt your feelings for Hongjoong deepen with every encounter the two of you had, every time you saw him it was like nothing you had ever felt with Chad, your emotions were amplified around Hongjoong and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep them hidden.

"One more." You tell Hongjoong, as you set down your fourth glass.

You can tell he wants to smile, but he's too good at controlling his emotions. "You've had enough, I'm cutting you off." He tells you.

You pout, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but absolutely nothing got to the man and it was frustrating as fuck.

"A bad storm is coming, you should probably get home." He tells you, drying off some glasses.

"I don't want to go home, he's there." You scoff, just thinking about Chad made you want to vomit. "I guess I could just get a motel room, at that place across the street." You say, pointing over to the run down motel, that had flickering lights, and probably a rat and cockroach infestation.

"You will do no such thing." Hongjoong replies. "You can stay at my place." He says. "Give me a minute." He walks from around the bar, towards the back of the building, and you can't help but to turn in your stool and watch him walk away, damn he looks good.

Within seconds he's back, grabbing your bag and scooping you up into his arms as he effortlessly carries you out the door.

"I can walk." You object.

"I know." He says, his face stone cold.

"You're very pale." You tell him, as if he didn't know.

"I know." He replies, unlocking the door to his car.

"And you're very cold." You say.

He sighs. "I know." He finishes as he slides you into the passenger seat of his car.

As soon as he started his car, the rain began pouring as thunder and lightning jolted the sky.

"You were right, there's a storm." You say, watching out your window.

"I know." He replies, this time it sounded different. You turned to look at him, hoping you'd catch him smiling but no such luck.

He continues driving, taking you out into the middle of nowhere, out of city limits, this was it, this was probably when you died. You panicked slightly but you felt it in your entire body that he was not going to murder you, at least not that night.

Hongjoong pulls up to a gate, punching in a few numbers to open the gate, which just blocked off a winding road. You squinted as you tried to see where you were going but it was far too dark for you to see anything, until you pulled up to a beautiful mid-century mansion that made your mouth drop. It was absolutely stunning and you couldn't believe that he lived there.

"Seriously? This is where you live?" You say.

"MY family, but yeah." He answers, parking the car near the entrance.

He hops out of his seat, walking towards your side to open the door for you, pulling you inside before you get too wet. He dragged you up a large flight of stairs, not letting you admire the inside of his house. He put you inside a large room, with a large bed and a bathroom ensuite. "There's towels if you want to shower, I'll be back in a bit to check on you." He says, avoiding all eye contact before walking out of the room.

You let out a deep breath as you take off your heels, unbutton your pants and unhook your bra, placing it all next to the bed. You sit down on the bed in your underwear and t-shirt, wondering what to do, until your phone rings.

Looking at the caller ID, you didn't want to answer it, but you felt it would be unfair for you to do so.

"Hello?" You answer.

"Hey babe, it's me.. it's Chad." He says.

"I know who it is." You sigh.

"Look.. I know you've been terrible, oh, wait, I mean I've been terrible in our relationship lately but I want to make almonds." He says. "No idiot, it's amends." You hear from the background.

"Are you kidding me right now? Do you seriously have Brad over to help you?" You yell.

"Well yeah, he noticed that we were drifting apart and offered to help me get you back." Chad explains.

You get up off the bed, pacing on the hardwood floors as you tried to process what he just said to you.

"The fact that you didn't even notice that we were drifting apart is all that I need to hear. You know what, Chad? I'm done. I'm done with this relationship, I'm done with you. Just get out of my apartment, I'm over it." You yell, hanging up the phone.

You stand there, taking deep breaths as you replay the conversation you just had, he didn't even care enough to notice that you'd been pulling away. That kind of hurt, but then again it was Chad. He was never very perceptive.

A knock at the door before it suddenly opens, reveals Hongjoong, walking into the room. He tried to play it cool with the fact that you were practically naked in front of it.

"I heard yelling. You okay?" He asks as lightning strikes, causing the power to flicker.

"Chad called, he had his friend Brad over to feed him lines because Brad noticed we were drifting apart." You explain. "But I did it. I ended things." You proudly admit.

"Good for you." He says, staring at you, while you stare back at him. A crack of thunder hits loudly, making you jump, and within seconds Hongjoong's arms are wrapped around you, like he was protecting you. You look at him and he looks at you, and before you can tell yourself not to, your lips are pressed against him, and he is kissing you back.

The kiss turns passionate and needy in seconds, both of your desires for one another coming out without any control. He moves you both to the bed, laying you down as he hovers over you, his strong arms keeping him above you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to yours, feeling him near was all you'd wanted. His ice cold fingers touch your stomach as he begins to lift your shirt up, you can feel his cock slowly becoming harder. You begin lifting his shirt, when his phone rings. He stands up, whispering an apology before answering his phone, barely speaking any words.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I have some things to take care of." He says.

"Oh, yeah, no problem." You say, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Get some sleep." He tells you before walking out of the bedroom door, leaving you alone once again.

You tried to fight the exhaustion you felt, but it was far too hard. You got snuggled underneath the blankets, watching the door, hoping he would come back but your eyelids got too heavy for you to keep open, and you swiftly drifted off to sleep, finally feeling some peace.

The warm sun was shining into the room, waking you up. You let out a little stretch before opening your eyes, only to see five men standing around you. You sit up, moving to the wall, as these men stare at you. You looked at them all, and they all looked similar to Hongjoong. Pale skin, dark eyes, dark head, blood red lips.

"Who are you?" One of them asks.

"Y/N." You whisper.

Another one speaks up, looking at the other four men. "Who the fuck brought a human home?"

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yharnam-everchase · 3 years

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What your Bloodborne Baes say about you

Do you ship your hunter with an NPC? Here's your vibe check.

Plain Doll: "I've only had the doll for one night, but if anything happened to her I'd kill everyone in the Hunter's Dream and then myself."

Micolash: you are a cringe person with terrible taste and you own it unapologetically

Gehrman: same as above but people give you a hard time for it :(

Father Gascoigne: oh boy, pick your poison. Daddy kink, priest kink, werewolf kink or just plain domestic fluff, he's got it all baby.

Alfred: your hunter is a moronsexual

Arianna: your hunter is gay

Lady Maria: your hunter is gay and also a bottom

Yurie: your hunter is gay and also evil

Impostor Iosefka: your hunter is gay for mad scientists

Djura: your hunter likes it when a guy has lots of dogs

Eileen: your hoonter believes in hot grandma supremacy.

The Bloody Crow: "gee I sure hope no vampires invite me in while I'm lost in the snow in front of this gothic castle"

Vicar Amelia: you definitely have a werewolf kink

Ludwig: you saw battle-worn tired Aragorn break through those huge oak doors in Lord of the Rings as a kid and wasn't the same ever since

Gilbert: you are really into hurt/comfort

Laurence: "he was just misguided I swear"

Chapel Dweller: it's the heart that counts

Valtr: hehe whirligig saw go brrrrrrr

Brador: you like it when men are covered in blood

Simon: you like men who are hot in a rat kind of way

Queen Yharnam: you like milfs

Queen Annalise: you like milfs and you're a simp

Patches: you like funny evil cartoon men, furry edition

Yamamura: your hunter is a weeaboo

HONORABLE MENTION: all the monsterfuckers out there in love with the Great Ones and uuuhh *checks notes* Brick Trolls.

I selected a few of the most memorable ones, but this fandom is a bit like pokemon. It's got a billion characters to choose from, and even the most obscure ones might be someone's favorite, so feel free to add more.

#Bloodborne #my posts #long post #soulsborne #good hunter #bloodborne the dating sim #tag yourself mine is gil.bert #btw this is a repost. the original was in my old blog. if you see it under another blog don't worry. it's also mine.#soulsborne boyfriends

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quarthly · 3 years

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Twilight characters as random animals that I think are oddly fitting

(Also yes, I am roasting the animals as well)

Edward: He would be a Cheetah. Now I know, seems like a cop out just because of his speed but hear me out. Cheetahs are, at face value, pretty cool. They used to be my favorite animal as a child, but then I grew up.

Cheetahs, through no fault of their own, are severely inbred. Now thats mainly because of poaching, but the cheetas anxiety also comes into play. In captivity, cheetahs are usually given emotional support dogs. I will admit it is cute but it negatively affects the population. Excluding one in the wild, cheetas can be to anxious to breed and thats not good for conservation efforts.

Cheetahs can hit up to 80 miles per hour in a couple of seconds. They are designed for fast running and agility. Their claws are similar to that of a dogs for better traction and they have elongated spines for longer strides. They have a thin build, long legs and a long tail for balance.

This has downsides though. Many times after making a kill, it will get stolen for them by larger predators. Thats right, they get absolutely bodied by the other animals. I should probably make these shorter but I'm on a rant now, so I guess this will be semi educational.

Throughout the series, we see Edward over estimated his abilities and value, constantly getting bodied by others. He's essentially a perfect mormon, though thats on S'meyers. He constantly judges others, dehumanizing them to their baser flaws, without doing any self reflecting. Him viewing himself as a monster doesn't really count to me. While he definitely hates himself, the only thing he is truly demonizing is being a vampire.

Bella: Picking up from Edwards, Bella is a Chocolate Labrador. Yes, she is his therapy dog. I feel like this is really fitting for her. I know Golden retriever would make more sense, as thats the most common breed for service animals. However, I kind of focused on her appearance. Only at first though! I just know that Edward raved about her human qualities and that would pass over as animals as well. Her chocolate eyes and brown fur, very average and boring. Thats essentially Bella. Even Edward wasn't into her until he got a wiff. Labradors a very loyal dogs and while they have more personality than Bella, I just couldn't shake it. Their also very stupid. Ok that's kind of mean, they're not stupid but when it comes to love, then yeah they are stupid.

I used to have a lab, loved him to death, but god he was something else. Very much danger prone, from their own stupidity or their lack of survival instincts. I know that labs are almost aquatic. They love water, swimming, all that jazz. We can just say that bella has a few screws loose in her dna and is just "not like other labs."

Rosalie: Now she was hard. There are quite a few animals that I think would fit for her. I'll list the other ones, but that one I went with is the Swan. Like Edward, seems a little on the nose, but I have my reasoning.

I was going to pick a predator for her, as she is shown to be very vengeful and viscous. I would have pick some type of cat, most likely a purebred, from a rich family. It could still work, but the swan just speaks to me on this one.

Swan's are known for being beautiful, graceful, and are pictured as the symbol of love. They are also very vain. Edward constantly brings up Rosalies vanity. She was constantly valued for her beauty as a human, so of course that crossed over in the transformation. She was raised to be married into wealth, she was used as a bargaining chip to increase the family's standing.

Rose has a very strong character and makes her opinions known. She's assertive and aggressive at times. She's not afraid to get dirty.

Swans mate for life and like geese, are known for being great parents. I was also going to choose geese as an option for the maternal instincts. I was wary at first because swans can be really aggressive. Like actually, you think geece are bad? Yikes bestie...

I was conflicted because swans are known for drowning dogs and sometimes people. However, I can actually see Rose drowning Bella. It's not that unbelievable lmao.

Emmett: Now this one is just ironic. I only associate him with bears. Its inevitable, but picking a Grizzly or Black bear is too obvious. So I went a slightly different route...

So I was going to pick the Sun bear just because of looks alone. Like, I'm not exaggerating, it looks like someone wearing a bear costume. I don't think it fits him but I know for a fact that he would dress up as a sun bear and sneak into a zoo to see if anyone would notice. I'll put a pic of it here

Like look at this thing. I have no words...

Anyway, what I picked was a Sloth Bear. Now Sloth bears are mostly nocturnal, which either way works consider vamps don't sleep. Their diet is also odd but honestly so is the cullens. They're native to the Indian subcontinent, and are known for being aggressive towards humans. Its said that for the most part they're pretty calm, so I think its just fear of humans that make them act aggressively. Honestly, that's a good thing because they are listed as vulnerable on the IUCN Red list.

They have some similarities with sloths, which is where they get the name. They have long claws and unusual teeth. They are known to hang upside down from tree branches, and is described as having a messy appearance. Honestly, Emmitt has a messy personality. Sorry bestie but you're a lot of work.

Now heres the biggest reason for choosing this bear. Aside from Baloo from the jungle book being a sloth bear, they are known to run fades with Tigers. Honestly, how fucking badass is that!? Now I don't think there are recorded instances of a Sloth bear killing a Tiger, but when push comes to shove, they can hold their own and I find that incredibly impressive.

Carlisle: This one was somehow the easiest as well as the toughest. I know Owl seems like the obvious choice, and I can see it. However, I believe Carlisle values emotional intelligence as much or if not more than academic intelligence. He is so charismatic and values other's above himself. He might not be as Saint like as Edward thinks, but he does try and I think he genuinely cares about others. For that reason alone, I choose a Elephant.

Elephant's are very social animals and are extremely intelligent. I could rave about them for ages, I love them so much.

Now elephants live in a familial unit and are usually matriarchal. Bulls usually are on the outer edges of the herd or form little groups with other males. Honestly, they're not that bad aside from when their in musk.

In the group of males, the elder ones will teach the younger where to get the best food, water, how to use things as tools, and every other thing that will increase their odds of survival. This is really cute to me tbh, they do this because the females usually choose the older males because they've proved that they are intelligent and strong, that they have survived and will continue to for awhile. Teaching the younger males these things are to make the odds of them getting chosen to mate more likely. The whole unit just reminds me of a father that has to deal with rowdy teens.

Carlisle likes to take in strays, he might not have a herd but he will make one and teach them to thrive. That's how he envisions it anyway. He just has a found family and is trying his best.

Esme: Now this might seem like an insult, but I promise it's not! This is in no way misogynistic. I love cattle and ever since I took animal science in highschool, I have appreciated these grass puppies like they deserve. Call me Castro because I love cows.

Yup! I chose a Cow for her. Specifically a beef cow. That might sound weird but its because beef cows have higher maternal instinct than dairy cows. I'm thinking Scottish Highland based on vibes alone.

They are nicknamed the Gentle Giants of Scotland. Super maternal and sweet and ugh look how cute they are!

Esme came from a abusive marriage and had just lost her child, she was depressed and desperate. Her changing was, in a way, salvation. She just fits in. She adopts all these strays along with him and will protect them to the death. She might be gentle by nature, but don't fuck with her family. She lost her first one and she isn't going to lose this one.

Alice: She's an odd one. There are so many possibilities and maybe I'm biased, but I feel like she would be a Crow.

Ok listen, I'm definitely biased but it just feels right. Crows get a bad rap, they are so cool! They are so intelligent and have the ability to actually sit and think about the past, prest, and future. I forget what its called, but this was only seem in humans! Maybe other apes, I can't remember exactly, but either way its awesome. They do live in groups, or murders, and remember people and faces. They remember locations and are able to pass down information through generations. They essentially have their own language! They are able to use tools too!

Alice's story is really sad. When we first meets her, it revolves around the death of her mother and her institutionalized. She was essentially tortured and forgot everything from her past. All she had was the future and even that wasn't constant. Crows a often viewed as omens, they are associated with death. I personally believe that instead of being the cause, they just know something is going to happen. They are very inquisitive and can be creative.

If you befriend a murder of crows, sometimes, depends or the group, they will bring gifts. Its can range from food to shiny metals and colorful plastic. Hell, I think I've seen a post of one stealing things from people just to gift it to their human.

Alice's love language is gifts. Even if they are focused around fashion, she still goes out of her way to get something that will look good and at least be a little comfortable. By that I mean she tends to forget peoples comfort zones, but she means well.

Jasper: Honestly not to sure what to put for him. I know a predator would be more fitting, but for some reason I can see a donkey working. I know, seems like I'm clowning on the confederate. Fair, but I'm serious about the donkey thing. Honestly, it would be perfect if it wasn't a herbivore. Porcupine would also work.

Being a predator would make more sense. Given his backstory and his characterization, it wouldn't make sense for him to be a prey animal. Usually I wouldn't count this, but given his gore filled past and trouble with the diet, it seemed fitting.

I see him as a Big Cat. Honestly, vamps in general just give cat vibes. Jasper though especially have some cat like qualities, which originates from hunting and being a soldier.

I specifically see him as a Mountain Lion. Aside from him being blonde, he just has the predatory stealth to him. In midnight sun, we see him use his gift to make the nomads overlook him. He's honestly really powerful.

Mountain lions are known for being stealthy with an air of grace and power to them. They are stong animals. And I mean strong. They can jump 40-45 feet.

They're very elusive and quite. They stalk their prey and tend to attack from behind but don't think they won't hold their ground if need be.

Jasper was changed during the Civil War and forced to fight in the Newborn wars. He was a soldier as a human and as a vampire. He's able to feel and manipulate others emotions. He's covered in scars and is very intimidating.

He still struggles with the diet and honestly I hate how the others handle it. Like they have no room to talk. I don't want to defend the confederate but it just pisses me off. He has to deal with his hunger on top of everyone else's. Like damn, besties always on edge! Everyone doubts him which I don't think helps any.

Also, Mountain lions and Cheetahs can purr!

@aquanova99 I'll do a Volturi one too. That one will be fun lmao

#twilight saga #the twilight saga #twilight au #bella swan #edward cullen #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #jasper hale #jasper cullen #alice cullen #rosalie hale #rosalie cullen #emmett cullen #the cullens #the volturi #honestly look at the muscle definition on that thing #jesus chriiiist

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salvatoreschool · 4 years

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Every The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, and Legacies Ship Ranked

53. Daroline (Damon Salvatore and Caroline Forbes)

Our first ship is our worst ship because we can't find literally anything nice to say about Daroline. Consent issues, mind-control, and death threats are not exactly the stuff of great romance, and Damon should thank his lucky stars Caroline forgave him for this abominable period when they were together.

52. Calaric (Caroline Forbes and Alaric Saltzman)

Ew. Gross. No. Kill it with fire. We've got no idea what The Vampire Diaries was trying to do with this ship, but we hated every second of it, and we're not ashamed to say it. We don't care that years had passed since Caroline was his student or that there were weirder ages gaps on the show, trying to ship a student-teacher relationship feels wrong no matter which way you slice it.

51. Klenevieve (Klaus Mikaelson and Genevieve)

Klenevieve was a blink and you'll miss it kind of ship on The Originals, but it still technically counts. Ultimately though, Klaus and Genevieve's connection was mostly physical, and there were far too many double-crosses and manipulations on both sides of this relationship to give it much credit.

50. Parkwood (Liv Park and Tyler Lockwood)

Liv and Tyler's love story kind of flew under the radar on The Vampire Diaries, but that's probably just because there were like 18 insane storylines happening at once in Season 6. This ship was actually pretty cute, and the only thing keeping it from a better ranking is the fact that Tyler, you know, killed her with his bare hands to activate his werewolf curse.

49. Malaric (Meredith Fell and Alaric Saltzman)

Talk about ships that flew under the radar. Alaric and Meredith Fell shared a brief tryst in Seasons 3 and 4 of The Vampire Diaries, but this relationship always felt like it was built to move the plot forward instead of the other way around. Kind of too snooze-worthy to deserve a good ranking.

48. Menny (Matt Donovan and Penny Ares)

We're not going to pretend like we cared even a little about Matt and Penny's romance on The Vampire Diaries. However, we're also not going to pretend like the scene where Matt hallucinates her ghost and begs her to take him with her after his car crash was anything other than devastating emotional torture that came out of nowhere and has stayed with us to this day.

47. Jolaric (Jo Parker and Alaric Saltzman)

Jo and Alaric really got the rough end of the stick as far as TVD ships go. They'd only just started to find their groove when Jo found out she was pregnant with twins, forcing them into a shotgun wedding that ended in tragedy. If these two had been given the time to start their family together the way they should have, we have no doubt they could have become one of the show's best duos ever. We'll have to settle for them creating one of the best duos ever -- Josie and Lizzie Saltzman!

46. Rizzie (Rafael Waithe and Lizzie Saltzman)

It's hard not to ship all of the Legacies kids with each other considering the great chemistry that cast has, but Rizzie is one we just never loved. Lizzie seems too intense for Rafael, and Raf doesn't exactly seem like the kind of guy that would give her the level of attention and devotion she requires. This ship was kind of a flop in Sesason 1, and we'd prefer it stay that way.

45. Debekah (Damon Salvatore and Rebekah Mikaelson)

Damon and Rebekah shared one night of tearing ballgowns and tuxes off each other, and then it was never really spoken of again. It's hard to properly rank a ship that basically came down to "that one time we had hate sex," but hookups like this were what The Vampire Diaries was built on.

44. Haylijah (Hayley Marshall and Elijah Mikaelson)

We really wanted to rank Haylijah higher on this list, but all the passion and angst in the world can't distract us from the cold hard truth: Hayley and Elijah had issues. Major issues. Not the least of which being that he killed her in the final season of the show. Whether you consider their love story to be one of the best or worst this shared universe ever created, at least you can comfort yourself with the knowledge that they gave it all they had.

43. Klaurora (Klaus Mikaelson and Aurora de Martel)

For as long as we've known Klaus, he was always teetering on the brink of insanity, which is kind of what we loved most about him. Aurora, on the other hand, has been batshit crazy her whole life and it's so not a good look on her. This weird, obsessive, "let's see who can out-crazy the other" romance was not to our taste at all.

42. KymG (Kym and MG)

We can't claim to be huge fans of the romance between Kim and MG on Legacies, though their names fit together so perfectly for a ship name that we almost demand they be endgame based only on that. Unfortunately, the show never really gave them the screen time they needed to get us invested in their love story before Kym decided she'd had enough superantural shenanigans and left Mystic Falls.

41. Elijah Mikaelson and Antoinette Sienna

On every TV show, there are ships that just make us shrug, and Elijah and Antoniette are definitely one of those. They don't even have a ship name, that's forgettable this tryst was. Even with memory loss, hidden pasts, and romantic pinao duets, this couple was kind of just meh.

40. Sizzie (Sebastian and Lizzie Saltzman)

Sebastian and Lizzie may have had potential, but in the end it turned out to be wasted. Their chemistry was off the charts, but like many teenagers swept up in romance, they never really took the time to connect or learn about each other. Maybe that's why they ended on such a sour note. Still, at least Sebastian went out a hero?

39. Jicki (Jeremy Gilbert and Vicki Donovan)

You know, we were really rooting for Jeremy and Vicki when The Vampire Diaries first started. They had that whole, rebels who are too cool for school, but not too cool for love thing going on. Ultimately though, we don't think Vicki would have ever calmed down enough for Jeremy, who was really only pretending to be a wild child to deal with his parents' deaths. This ship just wasn't to be.

38. Maroline (Matt Donovan and Caroline Forbes)

You know those Season 1 ships that you know are never going to make it, but every time you look back on them they make you nostalgic? That's what Maroline is for us. A cute relationship between two characters we love dearly that just never quite fit perfectly together. That being said, if there had been no vampires or life-or-death scenarios in Mystic Falls, Maroline absolutely would have been endgame material.

37. Stalerie (Stefan Salvatore and Valerie Tulle)

Stefan and Valerie had one of the weirdest love stories we've ever seen, but there was still a small part of us that was rooting for them. In a world not besieged by curses and vampire hunters and prison worlds, these two could have really been something! Sadly, Stefan has like five more appealing ships, which is probably why they never really made it that far.

36. Hafael (Hope Mikaelson and Rafael Waithe)

Legacies made a solid attempt to recreate another brotherly love triangle, but we weren't really feeling it with Rafael, Hope, and Landon. Raf and Hope have a great friendship going, but it's probably best left there considering how much more fans seem to prefer her relationship with Landon.

35. Marcille (Marcel Gerard and Camille O'Connell)

Remember when Marcel and Camille were a thing for a hot minute? Neither do we! Sorry to Marcille fans, but though these two had decent chemistry, they just never got a lot of attention as a couple, and so their love story kind of faded into obscurity.

34. Jasie (Jade and Josie Saltzman)

The Vampire Diaries universe sure does love its enemies to lovers ships, doesn't it? Josie and Jade started off on opposing sides in Kai's prison world, but after Jade turned her humanity back on, things started to change between them. At least the sex dreams they started having about each other did. Jade and Josie might be perfect for one another, seeing as they both understand having a dark side that's hard to deny.

33. Carenzo (Caroline Forbes and Enzo St. John)

While Caroline and Enzo never made it past the friendzone, we wouldn't have hated it if they'd had a thing. There was a lack of "epic love story" vibes between them, and when Enzo was at his worst, Caroline brought out the light-hearted, carefree side of him. Plus, all things considered, he really was her type - morally scrupulous Brit, who would burn the world down for the people he loves -- why does that sound familiar?

32. Mizzie (M.G. and Lizzie Saltzman)

Every day we go back and forth on whether MG and Lizzie are soulmates or whether they're the perfect best friend duo of all time. Could they possibly be both? Sure, Lizzie takes MG for granted sometimes, and MG can be a little thoughtless sometimes, but that doesn't mean these two aren't connected in a deep, meaningful way that most people can only dream of.

31. Noralise (Nora and Mary-Louise)

Though we only got them for one season, Nora and Mary-Louise had us from the moment they said hello. We do love a bad girl, and two bad girls together? We're toast! Our favorite thing about this ship is that while it was clear Nora and Mary-Louise didn't care about much in this world, they cared about each other, and that was more than enough for them.

30. Klayley (Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall)

When The Originals first premiered, we were sure Klaus and Hayley would eventually fall in love and live happily ever after with their precious loophole baby, but ultimately these two just weren't meant to be anything more than one really hot night. That being said, watching them as co-parents just proves that not all ships need to be romantic to work.

29. Rope (Roman Sienna and Hope Mikaelson)

Roman and Hope's sweet, timid flirtation on The Originals was like a breath of fresh air after some of the intense, life-changing, epic love stories we'd been getting for five straight years. Rope -- whoever came up with that ship name was having too much fun that day -- would have ranked higher if the whole relationship wasn't just Roman's ploy to get close to Hope's family.

28. Stebekah (Stefan Salvatore and Rebekah Mikaelson)

The Vampire Diaries had the best flashbacks on TV, hands down, partially because when your characters have lived for centuries, you can really mix things up. One of said mix-ups was the revelation that Stefan and Rebekah had been an item back in the 1920s, and while their romance is probably best left in the age of prohibition, it was always one of our favorites.

27. Hizzie (Hope Mikaelson and Lizzie Saltzman)

Hope and Lizzie would definitely have that whole "enemies to lovers" thing going for them if they ever decided to take the plunge together. The bond we've seen these two develop over the course of Legacies has been so wonderful to watch, and while at the moment we prefer them as badass besties, we wouldn't hate to see them head towards romantic territory someday.

26. Janna (Jeremy Gilbert and Anna Zhu)

When The Vampire Diaries first paired Jeremy and Anna together, we thought our little vampire-loving hearts would give out. They were both so damaged and dark and alone in the world that they somehow fit perfectly together. Not even multiple deaths could keep them apart! Losing this one was hard, but at least ghost Anna came back to hang out occasionally.

25. Datherine (Damon Salvatore and Katherine Pierce)

Call us crazy, but even through all the craziness and manipulation, there seemed to be a spark of something between Damon and Katherine that was just undeniable. Maybe it was the fact that they both put up a dark and diabolical front to mask their real feelings about the way their lives turned out. This wasn't a ship for the ages, but it certainly was a pairing we'll remember forever.

24. Kennett (Kol Mikaelson and Bonnie Bennett)

You know a fandom is strong when it can build a ship of dreams out of like 2 episodes and 10 lines of dialogue, but that's about all Bonnie Bennett and Kol Mikaelson ever shared. And yet somehow, Kennett is always going to feel like the one that got away in terms of ships that totally should've happened but never did.

23. Klamille (Klaus Mikaelson and Camille O'Connell)

Despite their messy ending, Klaus and Camille's relationship showed us sides of each character that we otherwise would never have seen. Though it was missing some of the passion usually found in The Vampire Diaries and The Originals ships, it was still absolutely heartbreaking to watch Klaus lose a woman who meant so much to him when Cami died.

22. Jandon (Josie Saltzman and Landon Kirby)

This short-lived romance between Josie and Landon may not have been super popular with fans, but it was perfectly in character for both these self-sacrificing loners to find their way to one another. It may not have been a romance for the ages, but it was an age-appropriate and utterly endearing one, and that's good enough for us!

21. Kolvina (Kol Mikaelson and Davina Claire)

As one of the few ships that managed to make it out of The Originals series finale alive, we have to give Kol and Davina props. Their love story survived multiple deaths, body-swaps, and that pesky problem of Kol accidentally murdering Davina that one time. We want nothing more than peace and happiness for eternity for these two crazy kids.

20. Jalaric (Jenna Sommers and Alaric Saltzman)

While some believe Alaric's love life is cursed, those of us who watched the early years of The Vampire Diaries know better. Alaric will simply never find someone as perfect for him as Jenna Sommers, which means he's destined to fall in and out of subpar ships forever. Poor guy, it's rough when your soulmate dies so early on in the first of three sequential shows.

19. Klefan (Klaus Mikaelson and Stefan Salvatore)

This one's another ship was never technically canon, but as far as we're concerned that was a GRAVE mistake. Klaus and Stefan had chemistry coming out of their ears, and you're seriously trying to tell us that nothing happened between these two during their days of debauchery in the 1920s? Yeah right, you're not fooling us!

18. Jayley (Jackson Kenner and Hayley Marshall)

Jackson and Hayley may not have had the passion and the fire that some of the best TVD ships boasted, but they had something that very few other pairings had: A rock-solid friendship built on trust and understanding that grew organically into true love. Considering how crazy their world was, they both needed a relationship like this to keep them sane, which is maybe why we ended up loving it so much?

17. Kalijah (Katherine Pierce and Elijah Mikaelson)

Katherine and Elijah only shared maybe a handful of scenes together over the entire course of The Vampire Diaries, but they're somehow one of three ships we would have watched an entire spin-off about. Their love stood the test of time and somehow overcame hybrid-sized grudges, and that's about as romantic as it gets.

16. Rebel (Rebekah Mikaelson and Marcel Gerard)

Though we love Marcel and Rebekah (especially when we think about the day they both take the cure and grow old together), this couple had one major problem... One of them wasn't on the show all that often, which meant their romance faded to the background every time Rebekah left town -- which was a lot. We'll put this in the category of ships that were done dirty by logistical, behind-the-scenes stuff.

15. Bamon (Bonnie Bennett and Damon Salvatore)

The Bamon saga was one of the most topsy-turvey things to follow on The Vampire Diaries, but we loved every minute of it. From shipping them a little bit in Season 1 to hating everything about it in Season 3, to watching them grow into best buds in Season 6, Bonnie and Damon went on a journey unparalleled by any other ship in the TVDu. Do we kind of wish they'd given romance a try? Sure. Are we going to let that invalidate how awesome their story was? No way.

14. Gialijah (Gia and Elijah Mikaelson

We're probably going to get some hate for this, but if we had to pick between all of Elijah's ships, Gialijah would probably win out. Sure, they weren't star-crossed lovers or centuries-old flames, but if you're looking for a healthy dynamic (of which Elijah was sorely lacking) with great chemistry and some awesome scenes, Gialijah is the ship for you.

13. Handon (Hope Mikaelson and Landon Kirby)

Hope and Landon are kind of the Stelena of Legacies. Not a pairing that we think will be endgame (no matter how heartbroken that will leave us), but integral to the DNA of the series nonetheless. We're content to enjoy this sweet couple strive for their happy ending, and we'll even root for them most of the time as they grow up together and figure out this crazy supernatural world.

12. Jaiden (Josh Rosza and Aiden)

Oh, Josh and Aiden... the ship that was too pure for this world. Literally. Though both these characters bit the dust before all was said and done on The Originals, their love story was super sweet, and, hey, at least we got to see them reunite in the afterlife!

11. Beremy (Bonnie and Jeremy)

If any of you ever had a crush on your older brother or sister's friends, you'll understand our undying love for Beremy. There was something so cathartic about watching Bonnie realize that Jeremy had grown up to be a sweet, sexy, utterly dateable guy instead of Elena's annoying little brother. Even though the didn't end up together, they deserve a high ranking in this list of epic ships.

10. Posie (Penelope Park and Josie Saltzman)

Considering how few episodes of Legacies Penelope was in before she bounced, it's remarkable that so many people fell so deep in love with the Posie ship. We guess there's just something intoxicating about a bad girl who will do bad things for the girl she loves. If you come for Josie, Penelope will come for you!

9. Steferine (Stefan Salvatore and Katherine Pierce)

Is it weird that we always kind of thought Stefan and Katherine would end up together when all was said and done? Don't get us wrong, that relationship was toxic at best, but when they were on screen together, you just couldn't pull your eyes away from them. It was like watching a really sexy, complicated train wreck in action.

8. Forwood (Caroline Forbes and Tyler Lockwood)

Considering how often Caroline and Tyler were separated (by distance, evil hybrids, or opposing loyalties), it's pretty impressive that they were still one of the most memorable ships from The Vampire Diaries. It some mixed the sweetness of Maroline with the passion of Klaroline, creating a happy middle ground for fans to enjoy.

7. Freelin (Freya Mikaelson and Keelin Malraux)

Did we really understand the term OTP before Freelin existed? We doubt it. Freya and Keelin had their ups and downs on The Originals, to be sure, but through it all, there was never a doubt in our minds that these two strong, smart, sexy women were absolutely made for one another. Knowing they're living out their happily ever after in New Orleans with a cute little baby named Nik is the only thing that gets us through the day sometimes.

6. Steroline (Stefan Salvatore and Caroline Forbes)

Considering how many ships exist in this universe, it's shocking that Steroline is one of only a handful to make it down the aisle. Poor Stefan seemed doomed to be forever locked in a love triangle with his brother until Caroline Forbes entered his life. Not only did he no longer have to deal with love triangle BS, he got to marry his best friend, who he knew would support him through thick and thin. If only it hadn't taken them so long to figure out how awesome they could be together.

5. Benzo (Bonnie Bennett and Enzo St. John)

Sometimes it's hard to ship characters that are thrown together at the end of a series as opposed to the beginning, but that was not the case with Bonnie and Enzo. One minute they were two characters who'd never really interacted much, and the next they were epic loves who built a strong relationship built on trust, compassion, and a lot of laughter. Honestly, they fit so well together even we were surprised by it!

4. Stelena (Stefan Salvatore and Elena Gilbert)

Of all the ships to ever grace our screens over the years, there was something truly special about Stefan and Elena. Maybe it's because we associate their love story with some of the best years The Vampire Diaries ever had, or maybe their connection really was just too epic for words. Whatever the case, Stelena was one for the history books, and we dare you to say different.

3. Hosie (Hope Mikaelson and Josie Saltman)

It might seem weird to put a ship that's not, technically speaking, canon (yet!) so high on our list, but we absolutely won't apologize for it. Putting aside the obvious fact that these girls are definitely, majorly, into each other, Hope and Josie have proven over and over again that they not only understand each other on a deep, intimate level, they also care enough about one another to go to the ends of the earth to keep each other safe and happy. That kind of devotion when paired with a healthy, supportive dynamic is a killer combination.

2. Klaroline (Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes)

Klaus and Caroline never really got the timing right, but maybe that's what makes this ship one of the best in the history of The Vampire Diaries universe. They were enemies, they were lovers, and they were kind of even friends for a minute there, and the fact that they never really got a chance to be together only makes this ship more EPIC. Plus, it's kind of impossible not to swoon when a guy declares he'll be your last love.

1. Delena (Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert)

Was there ever any doubt that this list would end here? Whether you loved Delena or not, there's no denying this couple was iconic, and a large part of The Vampire Diaries' success was built on their love story. Sure, we would have preferred for them to not have different versions of the same fight for four seasons in a row, but that doesn't mean we don't still get major chills whenever we rewatch their first kiss or their series finale happily ever after.

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