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valiantstarlights · 9 months

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[Fae!Dream and Vampire!Hob AU]

For @gabessquishytum and wing anon 🖤 I've had this in my notes for a couple of weeks, but now seems to be a good time to share it. 😊

Fun fact, this was inspired by these lines from Baby, It's Cold Outside: "I wish I knew how / (Your eyes are like starlight now) / To break this spell"

Don't ask. The weather was 30°C+ outside when I typed this up. 😂

CW: the tiniest amount of spice, and Dream and Hob being insane about each other as usual.

Fae!Dream runs away from home in the middle of winter and ends up on the wrong side of the forest. He has never been here before. The trails are winding and changes directions when he isn't looking, and the trees are indifferent to his plight, refusing to point him towards the fae side of the forest. 'We are too sleepy,' they say. 'Fuck off.'

Soon, though, he comes upon a castle, and he can see that there's light inside. Snow is already falling pretty hard by then, and Dream is so desperate for warmth and shelter that he knocks on the imposing front doors.

It takes a while for someone to answer, but Dream waits. It's a huge castle. He's about to knock again when the door opens and a handsome vampire peeks his head out. When he sees Dream, shivering and hunched over, lips almost blue, he hurriedly opens the door wide and ushers him in.

Dream enters the castle. Despite everything he has learned in his long, long life.

He knows he has to tread carefully. It's common knowledge that fae and vampires don't get along. But he also knows how important inviting someone inside is to vampires, and he doesn't exactly have a choice. He has two options, and they are: 100 percent chance of freezing to death on one hand, and 50 percent chance of being murdered by a vampire on the other.

Although...now that he's looking, he thinks the vampire looks nice, actually. He's currently talking about getting Dream warmed up in front of a fire and getting him some soup, then apologizing right after because there won't be garlic in the soup.

Dream thinks his voice sounds lovely.

The vampire keeps his promises. Soon, Dream is warm in front of a fireplace, eating creamy vegetable soup. The vampire talks about how he made the soup, and Dream can tell that he's just as nervous as having a fae in his home. But Dream senses no falsehood in his words or in his manners.

Dream is so fucking charmed by him that he (unthinkingly) asks him his name. And then realizes his mistake one second later when the vampire's open features shutter close and his muscles tense.

"My name is Dream," Dream offers. He knows he should not give his name. Not his true one, anyway. And yet he does.

If the vampire's goal is to hurt him, he does not need Dream's true name for that. Dream is still weak from running and escaping his bodyguards. If the vampire wants to hurt him, he'll be too weak to fight back.

"Sure," the vampire says, and...yeah, he's right to be suspicious. 'Dream' isn't exactly one of the top 100 baby names for male fae babies. Lord and Lady Endless knew what they were doing when they named their children. "You can call me Hob."

Hob.

His name doesn't taste like a lie, but Dream knows it's not his real name. It's fine. He likes 'Hob.'

"Thank you for offering me shelter," Dream says. He knows he shouldn't show gratitude or else it will bite him in the ass in the future. He does so anyway. "I was running away from home."

He knows he is under no obligation to speak the truth in its purest form. He has learned how to mislead and twist his words in a way that is still true, but volunteers less information. He does so anyway.

Hob is looking at him intensely, like he is also trying to figure Dream out. "May I ask why?"

And so the whole story falls out of Dream's mouth. It's the first time he has ever talked to anyone about how he is being treated at home, but Hob is respectful and lets him talk. Hob is nice and pours him a glass of water when his voice become hoarse.

Hob is lovely because when Dream starts to break down in the end, telling him all about the entire business with the Burgesses, he takes out a handkerchief and wipes Dream's tears away himself.

"I'm so sorry about everything that has ever happened to you," Hob says in the end, when Dream realizes that he is on Hob's lap, being held. It feels nice. He wants to snuggle up further, but his manners prevent him from doing so. "But I'm glad you've left them for good."

That makes Dream pause, and he shakes his head. "I have not. Technically, I am still under their protection." He looks outside to see heavy snowflakes still drifting down, and an occasional wind gusting through. "I still have to go home."

Hob looks out the window and then back to him incredulously. "In this weather?"

"I have to," Dream insists. "If not..."

"If not?"

Dream looks down at his lap. At Hob's handkerchief that was somehow now in his hands. It's a pretty cream color with the initials R.G. embroidered on the corner. Dream does not think what the initials mean because he doesn't want to pry. Hob's true name is his business alone. But he likes the handkerchief. Perhaps he can keep it as a souvenir of his time at the castle of the handsome vampire. It would be his most prized possession. He will not draw attention to it so Hob will forget to ask him to return it. "If not," Dream says, "I will die before the season turns."

Hob inhales sharply, and then he's clasping Dream's arms. "Is that a fae thing?"

Dream nods miserably. It's how they lost Destruction. And how Dream will be lost, if he doesn't get back. He hopes Death will take care of Jessamy for him.

"Is there no loophole for that?" Hob asks, looking frantic. "There must be something. Like...I don't know, like a transfer of protection?"

Hob must be a very young vampire for him not to know the rules. But Dream knows the rules by heart, and all the loopholes as well, from hundreds of years trying to bend them. And the only way...

"Oh."

"Oh?" Hob echoes. "Is there a way to save you after all?"

There is, but--

He could not possibly--

"I have to leave," Dream announces, and regretfully gets off of Hob's lap and starts walking away.

"What? Why?" Hob asks, standing up himself and following him. "Do you have to go on a quest for some item or something? Stay the night. There's literally a blizzard--"

"I cannot!" Dream shouts.

Hob, shocked by Dream's outburst, holds his hands up peaceably. "Alright," he says gently. "May I ask why?"

Dream bites his lip and says nothing.

"Tell me," Hob begs. "Please. I want to help."

Dream shakes his head. Nobody wants to help. Randall had tried to trap him against his will. Alexander was too afraid of his father and brother to help Dream escape and had only pointed him deeper into their house. Dream almost didn't make it.

Hob exhales. Not out of impatience, but out of a decision reached. "Look," he says, hands still open in a gesture of peace. "I know you have no reason to trust me, but I really do want to help you. I know a thing or two about being trapped in a situation I do not want to be in, and I wouldn't want anyone else to experience that. So...I would like you to know my name."

Dream gapes at him. A vampire willingly giving his own true name to a fae? It's practically unheard of. It's a trick. It's--

Hob takes a deep breath and says, "My name is Robert Gadling."

'R.G.' The handkerchief is his. Dream's fingers tingle at this new information.

There is a change that happens, when someone tells a fae their true name voluntarily, knowing exactly what they're getting into. It's a different kind of change than when their name is tricked out from them.

If their name is tricked out of them, a thin string, only visible to the fae, connects the being to the fae they gave their name to, as a sign of possession.

But when someone tells a fae their true name the way Hob--Robert Gadling, just did, they will look more real to the fae. More tangible.

And a more tangible Robert Gadling, a kind and handsome vampire who would open his doors to a fae, feed them, keep them warm, and want to help them save their life? All the while smelling of nothing but sincerity?

"Tell me," Hob, Robert, says again. "I want to help you."

Dream suddenly hungers for him. And his sudden yearning to make Hob his is not conducive to the conversation. "You--"

"Please," he says. "Unless there's something preventing you to? More of your fae rules?" He looks contemplatively at the space between them. "Do I have to kneel?"

No. Yes. Lie and make him kneel.

"If I stay," Dream says faintly, the words tumbling out of his mouth without his conscious consent, "my parents' protection will slowly pass to my current host."

Hob looks alarmed at that, probably wondering how many hours it has been since Dream has arrived. "How slowly?"

"A week at most."

The answer, of course, is much more complicated than that. In the case of the Burgesses, Dream still has his parents' protection at the end of Day 5, when he finally escaped. In Unity Kincaid's case, she was so in love with Desire that it only took a day for her parents' protection to fade.

But with the way things are going between him and Hob, and with how fast Dream is prone to falling in love, his parents' protection will most likely fade after three days. At most.

"So stay," Hob says, as if it were that simple. He is still so young. He doesn't know what he is offering. "If you haven't noticed yet, the castle is entirely empty, aside from the castle's spirit itself. It takes care of itself and was kind enough to open its doors for me when I rose from the dead. And if it can offer me, a no-good vampire who used to be a highwayman, a home, then who am I to not offer you my protection as well?"

'Highwayman' is a term that cannot be more than 300 years old. Dream is robbing the cradle.

"I am saying," Dream says slowly, "that if you are to offer me your protection, once my parents' protection has faded, you would be considered my husband. The fae will consider us married."

Hob blinks. "Oh."

"Yes, 'oh,'" Dream cannot help but say mockingly. "That is why I must leave."

But Hob just gestures to the windows helplessly, begging him to see sense at the sight of the howling winds that are thankfully muffled by the thick castle walls. "In this weather?"

"I must."

"A night."

"What?"

"Stay for the night," Hob begs. "The weather might be better tomorrow. And if so, I will give you my thickest coat and help you get back to fae land myself. If...if you are afraid of me, I will stay here in the study, and you may choose any room you'd like to stay in for the night."

Dream stares at him, and ignores the way his body is pleasantly tingling all over, but especially between his legs.

Faes are not good. They are greedy creatures who will take the entire dish when presented with a bite.

And in the face of Robert Gadling's kindness and consideration...

Dream walks up to Hob and grabs him by the collar of his dressing gown. If Hob is willing to give him a coat, then Dream will steal all his clothes for himself as well. If Hob is willing to offer him his protection, then Dream will cast his own on him and name him husband without bothering to wait for his parents' protection to fade. If Hob has shown him kindness for an hour, Dream will want him for the rest of their life.

"Kiss me," he says. Demands. Begs. He doesn't know anymore. All he knows is that if Hob does not kiss him, he will cry.

Hob looks baffled. "What...will that accomplish, exactly? If I may ask?"

Dream groans in frustration and stamps his feet. "I will be kissed," he says. "I will know what you taste like, and you will know mine. Our lips will be thoroughly acquainted and we will feel our tongues push wetly against each other. Is that not enough of an accomplishment for you?"

"Sounds like you want more than just a kiss, your highness," Hob says, but his gaze and his voice are lower now, which is exactly what Dream wants.

"I am not a prince," Dream tells him honestly. Always with honesty. "But I do want more than just a kiss from you. With the generosity you have shown me, with you telling me your name, if you do not kiss me, I will simply waste away and perish."

"Well, we can't have that," Hob says. "Not after I just saved you from freezing to death."

"No, we cannot," Dream agrees. "So kiss me, Robert Gadling." His true name on Dream's tongue tastes like sunlight. "Kiss me and protect me and make me yours right now."

Hob's eyes are dancing as he brushes a lock of hair away from Dream's face and tucks it behind his ear. "You're a greedy little fae, aren't you?"

"And you are still not kissing me, you stubborn vampire."

"I can't believe this is how my evening turned out," Hob chuckles, and touches their foreheads together. "I must have gone insane the moment I saw you. I would normally offer to court someone first before the topic of marriage can even be considered."

Dream pecks Hob's dimpled chin, impatient. He has a slight stubble that would feel wonderful against Dream's thighs. "I am not human. Or another vampire. I am a fae. And if you do not kiss me right now, I will go out in that snowstorm and--"

"Alright, you sweet impatient thing," Hob says, "No need for such threats." And finally dips his head down to touch their lips chastely.

Dream would have none of that, however, and surges upwards, intent on devouring him. Their sharp canines clack against each other, but it does not deter them.

"Are we insane?" Hob asks when Dream has to take a breath. It's so unfair that Dream has to breathe when Hob does not. "To do this right after we just met? Tell me truly."

"Yes," Dream answers honestly. "I do not know of anyone who consummated their coming together as one on the very day they met."

"Consummating, hm?" Hob's thumb presses against his hipbone when he pulls Dream closer to him. "We can do that."

"Yes," Dream agrees. "Right now. Please. Everything."

And Hob does just that.

His parents' protection fades even before Hob could fuck him, but he's too preoccupied by the feeling of Hob's stubble on his thighs to notice.

In the morning, Hob presents him with the most beautiful obsidian ring he has ever seen, and Dream immediately says yes before Hob could even ask the question.

"For the record," Hob says one night after they finished fucking in the library, "I was fully intending on lending you all my thick coats that first night. You looked so cold I was hesitant to even take off your clothes."

Dream snuggles up to him and drapes one leg over Hob's deliciously hairy thighs. "That would not have worked," he says, certain. "I would have simply taken off all my clothes and accepted nothing from you except your most translucent nightgowns to cover my nakedness."

"You will seduce a vampire? Didn't you tell me that our kind do not get along?"

Dream bites him gently on the shoulder with his smaller fangs.

"I would not seduce a vampire," he says haughtily. "I have met some before, and found none of them pleasing. It is you I would seduce. The man I have decided would be mine forever as my husband."

Hob kisses his forehead, and Dream could feel the foolish smile on his lips. "Who is a vampire."

"Shush, Robert Gadling," he says, unable to stop himself from smiling as well.

#fae dream and vampire hob AU #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #good job my thumbs

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faerievampling · 30 days

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awesome! thanks for the request info~

you talked a little about Astarion decorating you with jewels in a modern au (can't find the post now :(

do you think he's active in socials? does he post you frequently? paint his nails w you? does he expect something ornate or flashy for valentine's?

I'm so curious to know what you make of him in any modern context really (*^‿^*)

I love modern astarion <3 everything here is based on our sweet spawn btw (but I do have some of Hcs about a take on the ascendant in a modern au…) this is 18+ and female reader in mind

here’s the ask I think you’re talking about if curious buttt…i went crazy here anon. i hope you enjoy ♡

I think Astarion would def be the type to post a lot about his girlfriend. Tons of pictures of the two of you, never unflattering though. Like let’s be honest, that vampire would be extremely photogenic if only that king had a reflection lol so in modern AU, oh man. Imagine the most flawless selfies ever: imagine the naughty pics he would send you.

Astarion knows how to use the camera on his phone. So throughout the day, he’s just gonna be sending you naughty messages and pics because that’s just how he is. Astarion is a tease, and you absolutely love this about him.

Astarion will be cringe and send you shirtless mirror selfies. Like a dad. Or a frat boy. And he will look good doing it. It will always be a joke when he does, but you’ll be blushing nonetheless.

You and Astarion def have a streak on snapchat. it’s like, ridiculously long. it doesn’t even matter if you’re 18 or 35, Astarion insists that you maintain this. It’s more important to him than he would care to admit lol

um okay but Astarion who knows how to fix cars. Mechanic Astarion! I’m kidding he would hate the mess 😂 but i love the idea of him being really good at using his hands, and I think Astarion has a vast knowledge of totally random things that will shock you when you first start dating him. I don’t think modern Astarion is beneath fixing Tav’s car or checking her oil (he might even pump your gas for you if you’re nice enough) but he will complain. Probably a lot.

Astarion hates the state fair(I’m an American from the South). I’ll say no more.

I might have said this in the other ask but i do think Astarion loves holidays, especially Christmas: he just loves getting presents (and buying you presents, but he hates buying them for anyone else). Omg You doing elf on the shelf for Astarion. Every day, you move that damn elf, probably putting the poor thing in inappropriate positions, and Astarion makes it his mission to find it. He’s so annoyed by it lol but he loves it and you always do your best to make him laugh. And it works, because ultimately he just thinks you’re so fucking adorable.

Easter – yeah Astarion doesn’t care for religion, so you will be his god on Easter Sunday <3 🥠=*your luck will be high this day. Expect worship and pleasure*

Valentine’s day – I think Astarion will def take this opportunity to do something intimate and meaningful with you, but I think the more effort you put in, the better, because Astarion will appreciate it. He probably doesn’t want anything too gaudy or over the top, (it has to be tasteful)

Um Astarion is def into the high tech sex toys. He literally loves playing with you, especially if the toy connects to his phone, so he can control you from across the house. He will beg you to wear your lovense in public (that’s up to you if you want that ;) just so he can watch you squirm. i’m a believer that he loves using his tongue and then his cock (in this order of top favorite things Astarion loves doing to your desperate body) on you, but when he starts to discover all these new toys…he’s so game.

#astarion x reader #astarion x you #modern au astarion #modern au #astarion #astarion x female reader #faerievampling asks answered

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krirebr · 4 months

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Krismas Party ask incoming! ✨

Where are Ransom and reader from We are the vain & We are blind now?

Thank you for asking about these two! I'm so obsessed with them and just want to talk about them all the time. 😂 Also, we need a name for this AU. I've sort of been calling it my Psycho Killer AU, because all the titles come from the lyrics of that Talking Heads song, but do we like that? Does it fit?

Anyway after Don't Touch Me, I'm a Real Live Wire, they got the hell out of Boston. Then?

Qu'est-ce Que C'est

Pairing: dark!Randsom Drysdale x dark!f!Reader

Warnings: references to feeding off people, references to group sex, references to hunting people, these two psychos just being themselves, All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

You leaned back against Ransom’s chest. He balanced himself on one hand, while the other slowly moved up and down your stomach. You hummed into his chest. This was perfect. You were lounging on a blanket on the Champs du Mars, the lit-up Eiffel Tower looming over you.

“You happy, baby?” Ransom asked, his voice still gritty from sleep. He always took forever to wake up. You hummed your answer into his chest as the lights twinkled down on you. “I can’t believe you wanted to see the Eiffel Tower. We’re surrounded by tourists.”

“We are tourists,” you said, grinning up at him. “It’s my first time in Paris, of course, I wanted to see this.”

He wrinkled his nose in distaste. “We are not tourists. We have a place here. We’re expats, if anything. It’s your first time of many, little rabbit. We’ll spend years here.” You loved it when he talked like that, building a life together, traveling the world, wherever you wanted. This was what you’d always wanted—always deserved. And now you got to have it forever.

“You know,” Ransom murmured as his hand slowly traveled further up your abdomen, “if I remember right, you did promise me something for deigning to visit this tourist trap.”

“It’s not a tourist trap,” you chided, “it’s beautiful.” It was. The lit tower filled the night sky and the Champ du Mars was still decorated with the last vestiges of Christmas. It was all terribly romantic. “But you’re right. I promised whatever you wanted for breakfast. See anything that looks good?”

“Mmm,” Ransom hummed as he scanned the area. You looked around, too. You liked to see if you could predict what he’d choose. Test how well you knew him, his tastes. A few people were milling about alone, but Ransom always woke up hungry, so you knew he wouldn’t be very interested in sharing. It was late enough in the night that there weren’t many families around, but the few there were would be a hard pass. So that left couples, but those were plentiful, so you’d need to narrow it down to make a decent guess. Your sense of smell wasn’t nearly as developed as his, so you were at a distinct disadvantage, you knew. Still, your eyes roved over the crowd, trying to suss out what he’d want tonight.

“Ah,” he sighed, his hand stilling on your chest, nodding towards a young couple, sitting on a blanket much like your own, bundled up for a night picnic – the man pouring wine into travel cups. “That’s an excellent vintage, I can smell it from here. It’ll add a nice brightness to the blood.”

You took his word for it. If you’d learned anything about him in the last few months, it was that he had an excellent palate. You tilted your neck around so that you could look at him. “Want me to get them for you? Bring them somewhere quiet?”

He shook his head. “I’ll come with you. I want to watch you work. You’re getting good at it.”

You grinned at him, grateful for the compliment. “It’s my favorite part,” you said, as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, lightly nipping at the skin there. You’d expected his obsession with your neck to wane now that he wasn’t able to feed on you, but even after a few months of being a vampire, his fixation remained.

“So what do you think?” he asked. “Should we ask for directions? Or maybe offer up a ménage à quatre?”

You laughed as you slid out of his lap and turned around to face him on your knees. “Well, they do say that Paris is for lovers.”

He grinned at you hungrily. “Oh? Is that what they say?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed and leaned forward to kiss him. He leaned into it, quickly taking control, making it filthy, uncaring of all the people around you. You could have sworn you could feel the blood thrumming in your veins, despite knowing that was impossible. It was how you always felt when he touched you, more alive than you ever felt when you actually were.

He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. “Alright,” he said, ”ménage à quatre it is.”

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cha-melodius · 6 months

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Taste the Way You Bleed

“It’s been 427 years,” June says matter-of-factly. Bea nods. “Ever since Alex’s first bi-annual vampire orgy.” Her gaze flickers away from her cards and over to the camera. “Henry got flustered and snubbed him, you see.” “If anyone knows how to hold onto a grudge, it’s Alex,” June sighs. “They hardly spoke for the next two centuries.” Bea plays a card. “Then Pez suggested a change of scenery, and we all moved to Brooklyn.” “Now they’re just Like This.”

(A What We Do in the Shadows AU. Two centuries of living together haven't made Alex and Henry any better at getting along, but when a possible vampire hunter moves in across the street, Alex will be dusted before he lets anything happen to his nemesis.)

Read it on AO3 (T, 3.9k)

Creators have officially been revealed for Halloween, Huh? so I can finally post about this fic! It was such a blast to write. Thank you to everyone who has already read it, and I hope others will give it a shot too! You don't have to be familiar with WWDITS to enjoy it, as @cricketnationrise and @celeritas2997 can attest. 😂

#rwrb #rwrb fic #red white and royal blue #firstprince #firstprince fic #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #rwrb fanfic #firstprince fanfic #my fic

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thatmexisaurusrex · 3 months

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My Current Table of Contents

Lol finally changed the banner into something better 😂 Anyways, reposting an updated Table of Contents for my AO3 works. Check it out here or on my AO3 😆 :

Canon Divergence:

The Bucky Quest Saga, which tells the behind the scenes story between Sam and Bucky post-Captain America: the Winter Soldier through to The Falcon and the Winters Soldier and beyond that

A Captain and His Bucky which is what if Bucky was the original Captain America, Sam has been Captain America since the events Avengers Movie, Steve Rogers is the Winter Soldier, and Sam found Bucky thawing from a chunk of ice in SHIELD headquarters during the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier and has now taken him in to help him navigate life in the future

My Aaron Davis/Peter B. Parker Fake Marriage Enemies to Lovers Fic You're a Sunflower (I Think Your Love Would Be Too Much)

My Heimdall/Sam Wilson Post-TFATWS Fic Series, Loving Are All-Seeing Men and Midgardian Captains

Sam Wilson finds himself in a very strange game show with some asshole named Bucky Barnes, The Marriage Game

Two clubbing feelings with porn SamBucky fics. One that happens post-TWS during Bucky's European Tour and one that happens during the black market art auction nightclub scene in TFATWS. The fics titles, as well as this collection title, are based on lines in the song hand crushed by a mallet by 100 gecs, I didn’t get to tell you goodbye

A story about Sam and Bucky finding out that Sam's dead husband Riley is a Winter Soldier, Captain America, The White Wolf, and the Winter Soldier

A story about Bucky hearing Sam truly laugh for the first and a bonus series of vignettes about Bucky's twenty-three goats and their pun names, Sam and Bucky's Cabin

Time After Time, or my Sorcerer Supreme Sam Canon Divergence Fic

Back in the Gulf, where Sam Wilson tries to figure out where he fits in the world post-blip and if he wants Bucky Barnes to be part of his life.

My All Caps fic, sometimes that's all we need, an Endgame Canon Divergence where everyone lived, no one went old and went to the past, and Steve and Bucky are competing for Captain America Sam Wilson's love and attention

Five Times Bucky Got Dirty and the One Time Bucky Got Sam Dirty, a two-part fic about five times Bucky got dirty around Sam and the one time Bucky got Sam dirty

My gay chicken, post-blip, accidental undercover fake married fic, Playing with Fire

My Valentine's Day Fic about Sam Not Knowing He's Actually Dating Bucky, You'll Never Be My Maybe.

Meanwhile... a short two-part fic about Sam and Bucky figuring out their love for each other while on a mission.

My Gideon Visits and Shenanigans Ensue two-parter, A Surprise Visit

My IWTV Season 1, Episode 2 Loustat fic, I don't think you realize (but you are in my insides)

The Beyoncé Trilogy, a series of three fics inspired by the Beyoncé songs "Blow", "Cuff It", and "Texas Hold 'Em" that take place during an alternate version of CATWS.

Fantasy AUs:

My Fantasy/Medieval/Arranged Marriage AU, Golden is the Sun

His Wingless Stranger, which is a "What if WWII Bucky fell off that train into a world that spliced Tomorrowland with Hiyao Miyazaki and Sam lived in a future society where everyone has wings?"

My Zombie AU, ESCAPE TO WAKANDA

My Apothecary Meets Prince Who Accidentally Becomes His Apprentice Fic Series, The White Wolf Apothecary

My Star Wars AU, Star Wars Episode IV.V: The Phantom Hookup

Fairytale AU, The Little White Wolf

A story about monster Hunter Joaquín meets Vampire Sam and Werewolf Bucky in a bar, Joaquín Torres Monster Hunter

The Two Strangers, A post-apocalyptic future western SamBucky AU on a different planet

My Practical Magic inspired AU, Impractical Magic

My matelotage Pirate!Sam, Merman!Bucky fic, Reaching Out For You

My Future Kid Fic, Pre-Vampire Apocalypse fic Canary in the Coal Mine

My Selkie and Pirate two-part love story, The Selkie and the Pirate Elect

My If You Were the Last AU, The Hypothetical

The Midnight Lover, my bittersweet Vampire AU

My Percy Jackson and the Olympians AU, Sam Wilson and the Olympians

No Powers AUs:

My Single All the Way AU, A No Snow Christmas

My Popstar AU, The Only Thing That I Refuse to Forget

My one fantastic impromptu date fic, A Night With You

My airport chase confession fic My Best Friend's Brother

My Bachelor AU, If I Take You Home

My Christmas Fake Relationship Fic, For the Holidays

From That Show, my Sitcom Actors!AU

My High School AU fic, Walking and Running to You

My Anthologies:

The SamBucky Halloween 2021 Anthology I made for the SamBucky Halloween 2021 event the SamBucky Library is hosting

The WinterFalcon Week 2021 I participated in that's being hosted by the WinterFalcon Week tumble

The Nine Short Dates with Sam and Bucky ficlet series I made

The Sambtember Ficlets and Drabble Anthology I created for the Samtember event hosted by the Sam Wilson Fest tumblr

The Kinktober Collection 2021;

Water They Waiting For anthology series. It's 9 writers, 19 stories, and a lot of sexual tension involving water

My SarahBucky fics for Fleur de Louve Month2021

My SamBuckyTorres anthology, Captains and Falcons and White Wolves, Or My!

My collection of three fics for the MYSU Holiday Gift Exchange 2021!

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ethanthespookymonth · 2 months

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Hello and welcome to my blog! Hope you enjoy your stay!

Here's some things about the MOD:

Name: Stiles/Hayden (Either name is fine!) 🥰

Age: 16 🥀

Birthday: March 19th 🧁

Gender: He/Him/Trans Masc ♂️🏳️‍⚧️

Zodiac: Pisces ♓

Favorite Color: Black and Red ❤️🖤

Favorite Animal: Fox and Wolf 🦊🐺

Relationship Status: @jadescortaurius-alt 🖤

Fandoms: FNAF/Teen Wolf/Hazbin Hotel🪽🧁🔥

I will gladly talk to you! It can be venting, talking about fandoms and art, you name it! I'll be on here most of the time, so just DM me and I'll answer. 🖤

Well, hopefully this is a good introduction post! Heh...

Anyways, have fun! This is just a place that I post stuff that I enjoy. So it's nothing special. 😂

Here's some AU's I own!:

Reopening Freddy's AU ❤️‍🔥🍿🥀

Vampire Ness and Werewolf Mike FNAF AU 🌙🖤🥀

Creepypasta Welcome Home AU 🌙🖤🥀

The Siren Welcome Home AU 🐚🪼💙

Here's some of my mutuals:

@oddlyvoid -Sister💖

@jadescortaurius-alt -Girlfriend🖤🥀

@moonystar1 -Friend💙🖤

The Reopening Freddy's AU:

About: The Reopening Freddy's AU is basically the same as the original Five Nights at Freddy's movie, except in this au, Freddy's ends up opening up again and Ness becomes a waiter there instead of at Sparky's. Mike still works the night shift, but will sometimes work during the day if he needs to.

(Now I need to go design the uniforms and characters. Wish me luck!)

#teen wolf sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #derek x stiles #fnaf movie #mike fnaf #mike x ness #ness fnaf #ness

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 4 months

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Part 18

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 17 🟣 Part 19

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood, biting, angst...

Word count: 3k

A/N: Alright, I keep finding myself in a position where I need to apologize for what's happening. And apparently we're back to my usual habit of cockblocking my boys. So a special "I'm so very sorry" to @ellethespaceunicorn right now, because I know this is not what they wanted to happen 😂😂 Enjoy!

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @mis-lil-red @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @livisss @itsrubberbisquit @ktficworld

“It's open.” As soon as you heard the gentle voice on the other side of the door, you sighed and reached for the door handle. “Hello, love, what has you up so late?” He asked out of politeness, of course; he knew exactly what was on your mind.

“I'm cold,” you said, despite knowing there was no way to hide why you were truly here. “And I can't sleep.” At least that wasn't a lie.

The look in Marshall's eyes asked you another question: What were you doing here?

“Mike's pulling an all-nighter for his extra credit assignment, August and Sherlock are at work, and…” Shit. You hadn't intended to make it sound like Walter was a last resort, or something. Part of your reason for showing up at his door was — indeed — that you didn't want to be alone, but you couldn't possibly describe how happy it made you that the current circumstances forced you into this uncharted territory. It would have been easier to curl up next to Sherlock, Mike or August, just because you'd done it before, when the simple truth was that you wanted to be with Marshall right now. You'd almost go as far as saying that some invisible force had pulled you from your bed and towards his room — even after you'd spent the better part of an hour trying to convince yourself that being by yourself in your own bed was just fine.

But it hadn't been ‘just fine’. And neither was standing around outside Walter's room, too scared to walk up to him and curl up on his bed.

Nervous fingers fidgeted with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing as you stared at your feet, too scared to ask for what you wanted. The one time you wanted him to read your thoughts and he just wouldn't?

“Why don't you come in?” he finally asked, after what seemed like an eternity, while he pulled the covers back. Even accepting the invitation was difficult, although you couldn't pinpoint why that was, exactly.

You got into bed with him, and — for reasons unbeknownst to you — curled up as far away from him as the space would allow.

“I'd say I don't bite, but…” he chuckled softly as he reached for your arm, gently brushing your skin with his fingertips.

“Walter,” you whispered, “I'm so sorry.” What were you even apologizing for?

“Good grief, come here, love!” He pulled you into his arms, and although there was a part of you that wanted to protest, you didn't. Couldn't. Perhaps a little sliver of your brain knew you shouldn't. “You have nothing to apologize for. I, on the other hand, do.”

Your confused expression prompted him to continue: “I took your advice and got over myself. I never meant to create any tension between us, and I apologize for the way I acted when I ran into you in the hallway last week. I promise you I don't have a problem being the last one —”

“You're not,” you interrupted. “Sherlock…”

“Talk to him,” Marshall said softly, clearly not intent on letting you in on whatever it was that he knew and you didn't. “All I'm trying to say is that I'm glad you didn't rush this. You're here because you're ready for whatever it is that we are, and I can't tell you how happy that makes me.” He pressed his lips to your temple, and a shiver rippled through your entire body. You felt it in your toes, and a soft moan escaped before you could stop it.

“Kiss me,” you whispered, “please.”

Marshall happily obliged, pressing his lips to yours — softly at first, but that didn't last long. He grabbed your thigh and pulled your leg up to his hip, crushing your body against his, while he deepened the kiss.

He was everything you dreamed he would be — a pleasant combination of rough and demanding, yet gentle and pliable. His scent invaded your senses like never before; a smoky, warm scent, that suited him perfectly. You moaned softly as his tongue danced with yours, and before you knew it, he turned the both of you around, trapping you underneath his body, pinning you to the mattress. His mouth left yours, and you mewled in short-lived disappointment as his lips moved to your neck, instead.

Then, he was gone.

“Get out.” His voice was dark and gravelly, almost a growl, and he was standing on the far side of the room. “Go to Mike’s room, lock the door, do not leave until Sherlock comes to get you.”

What the hell was going on here? “Darling, I’m not kidding. Go.”

You were paralyzed by fear as you watched what was so clearly a predator dig his nails into the wall of his room — and actually making dents with his fingertips. For the first time since you’d moved into the house — even counting the last time Marshall had had this intense a reaction to you — you felt like prey.

“Come on, Sweetcheeks, does he look like he’s joking?” Mike pulled you off the bed and a second later you were in his bedroom. “Fuck.”

“Mike, what the hell is going on?” you asked — several times, even, but no answer came. Mike simply tucked you into his bed, kissed your forehead and told you to go to sleep — which you were only able to do, eventually, because of the rhythmic clicking of Mike’s keyboard.

“Princess, we have come to the collective conclusion that Mike has done something incredibly dumb.”

“Well, now, there’s a surprise,” you chuckled, and Mike burst into laughter.

“It’s not funny, Mike,” Sherlock said calmly, an icy edge to his usually polite voice. “You nearly started a war between us.”

“I mean, he’s the one who—” Before he could finish his sneer at Marshall, August’s hand hit the back of Mike’s head. “Right. I’m sorry, what I did was wrong and irresponsible, and I need to think things through more often.”

“And then probably still ask a grown-up if it’s a good idea,” August muttered just loud enough for you to hear.

“Boys,” you warned them — alright, mostly August, “what is this about?”

“He marked you,” Sherlock said, his voice grim and his brow furrowed as he gestured at the side of your neck, where Mike’s bite had left two small, round scars. “We hoped it wouldn’t matter — our optimism was foolish, of course. I’ve hated those scars for weeks, and I can’t imagine August is much of a fan, either.” He sighed deeply and leaned forward, resting his head in his hands as he let out a frustrated groan.

“We should have done something immediately,” August muttered.

“Well, yes,” Sherlock agreed, “but we didn’t. We’re lucky no one got hurt.” He was looking at you. He was talking about you. Who else would get hurt?

“What do we do now?” you asked carefully. It was easy to read the room; the guys were tense, Mike looked incredibly guilty, and Marshall was still actively avoiding looking at you.

“First, princess, we give you another vampire-lesson,” August snarled, “that Mike will be forced to sit through as a refresher-course on why we don’t do this, even though he knows exactly why that is. Then, the three of us” — he gestured at himself, Sherlock and Walter — “sit back and enjoy the show while you tear him” — he pointed at Mikey — “a new one. Then you decide what you want to do, although we do have a… proposal of sorts.” You almost missed the devious glint in his eyes.

“Mike, why?” you whispered about ten minutes later, when Sherlock had finished his explanation.

“I love you, I didn’t want to lose you to them… Didn’t work anywhere near as well as I’d hoped, I have to admit, but—” You rolled your eyes and raised a hand to shut him up.

“Mike, do you have any idea how incredibly violated I feel?” What had he been thinking? That the inescapable explanation of how marking was the vampire equivalent of pretty much marriage would have resulted in a simple shrug from you as you went on with your life, happily tied to your vampire hubby for eternity? He wasn’t that stupid, right? Was he?

“Ow, fuck!” Apparently, you were incredibly stupid. Hitting a vampire? Really? “August, break his face for me, would you?”

“My pleasure, princess,” August chuckled, “but I’m afraid we’re here to avoid bloodshed.”

“He basically married me without my consent! How can you even do that? Someone tell me if the wooden stake thing is real!”

“You can try stabbing him with a chopstick later,” August said, “right now, we need to fix this.”

How in the world would you even begin to try to fix this?

“The first option would be to undo this,” Sherlock said calmly, “but one of us will have to match the previous bite, which will hurt, and it will damage your relationship with Mike, for the time being.”

“And the second option?” As much as you thought he was an asshat and a total clown for doing this to you, you didn’t want your relationship to suffer…

“That would bring us to the proposal August talked about before,” Marshall said. As it turns out, the word ‘proposal’ was far more accurate than you had expected.

“Vampires don’t have the habit of getting down on one knee, princess,” August said with a smile, which turned back to a grim expression as he continued to speak: “But we do tend to discuss this with our potential partners beforehand, Mike.”

“I know, August!” Mike suddenly snapped. “I made a mistake!”

“Yet another,” August mumbled so low you could barely hear him.

“August, lay off him!” you yelled, surprising yourself as you did it. “He’s right. He made a mistake, and a pretty damn stupid one, but you guys don’t have half the right that I do to get mad at this jerk right now.” Mike pouted at you, clearly a little disappointed with what you’d just said.

“Fine,” August sighed. “What I was trying to say is… we would all like to have what Mike has.”

“Yet again,” Mike muttered.

“Mike, not helping,” you hissed over your shoulder before turning to the guys. “I couldn’t be happier, guys.” Of course you wanted to be with them forever!

“We do want you to understand that, although not legally binding, these marks are a symbol of a significant emotional commitment," Sherlock explained. “You shouldn’t think lightly of this.”

“We understand if you have questions or reservations,” Walter added. “And we feel that some introductions should be made before we proceed with any of this, anyway.”

Introductions? To whom? Was there another part of their coven you hadn’t met yet?

“There are some other members of our family you haven’t met,” August added. Ah, right. Sometimes, you hated being right.

The guys looked up when Mike cleared his throat. “Maybe a good first step would be to, eh… undo the damage I’ve done.” His lip was trembling and he had trouble looking August in the eye.

“What? No!” you protested. Hadn’t he heard Sherlock say it would damage your relationship? Was he willing to risk that?

“Sweetcheeks,” Mike said as he put his hands on your hips and pulled you close, “if you love me half as much as I know you do, you’ll come back to me.”

“Back?” you stammered. Were you going to lose him completely? Because if that were the case, then your answer to this was no, no, no and a thousand times no.

“Not completely,” Marshall said softly, “but things will probably change. That said, I do believe he’s right. And I mostly don’t think we can ask you to jump into something with the three of us just because of a little fuck-up.”

“Major fuck-up,” August unhelpfully added.

"August, enough!” Sherlock snapped. It was always impressive to see how the guys reacted when he lost his temper a little, and it made you a little proud to be with him.

“He’s the patriarch of the household,” Marshall explained, reading into your thoughts, “it comes with the perk that he can order us around and it’s extremely difficult for us to ignore him.”

“I don’t enjoy exercising that power,” Sherlock said, “and I hardly consider it a perk.”

“She thinks it’s sexy, though,” August said, winking at you.

“Shut up, August,” you snapped, and — to your surprise — he shut his mouth, although it didn’t look like he did so of his own volition. A result of the lingering effects of your status as household smoothie, perhaps?

“Maybe,” Marshall answered your unasked question. “Although I believe it’s not uncommon for Naturals to slip into a vacant reigning position.” He raised a questioning eyebrow at Sherlock, who confirmed his statement.

“Don’t overdramatize it,” August huffed, “it’s just because she’s the only, and therefore eldest, woman in the coven.”

“Hm, nice and heteronormative,” you noted. The others laughed.

“It’s much more flexible than you might think from this short introduction,” Sherlock explained. “I’ve been around enough covens to have witnessed all kinds of configurations in coven hierarchy. Up to and including a very charismatic non-binary individual who miraculously eliminated any need for a second leader. Highly uncommon, but absolutely fascinating, we—”

“Sherlock,” August interjected, “the point?”

“The point, dear August,” you said with a coy smile, “is that this may not be because I’m the only woman in the house.”

“Ignore August,” Marshall said, and the guys laughed again when you pointed out that you usually did ignore him, “he’s just bitter that he loses his status the second Sherlock sets foot in the door.”

“At least when it’s Charles, there’s a bit of a struggle to it,” August admitted.

“Charles, your father?” you asked, only to be met with four sharp hisses.

“Don’t,” Sherlock said with a sweet chuckle to his voice, “please. I beg you, don’t complicate coven dynamics with human ideas of family relations.”

“Oh, I’ve heard this speech before,” you said before he could continue. “But he was born, not created. What else am I supposed to think?”

“I think describing Charles as my father is reasonable,” August said to your — and Sherlock’s — surprise. “It’s what I typically call him — although not to his face. But I also think it’s rather important to not read into it too much. Succubi are incapable of love, and Charles was little more than a glorified sperm donor, but I am his biological offspring, and by human definition that would mean he is my father.”

“But we’re not reading into that, huh?” you asked sarcastically. What was the big deal, anyway? How complicated could the comparison with family make things to begin with?

“Darling,” Marshall said with a smile so kind it immediately became obvious to you that he was about to say something rather disturbing. “Sherlock turned me, and I turned Mike. Now, how would you like hanging on to that comparison if it meant you kissed your boyfriend’s grandfather and were well on your way to fucking his dad?”

Judging from the way they started laughing, you must have looked well and truly mortified. They were right — of course they were! After all, they’d had centuries of experience with this. It had been completely foolish of you to assume you were somehow right about this while they weren’t.

“Yeah, I get it now,” you muttered, although your mind wouldn’t let go of the comparison just yet, which meant you felt really weird about your relationship with the guys now, for the first time in a while.

“Maybe this will make it easier to let go of the thought,” August said when he sensed your distress. “Suppose one of us were to turn you,” — you knew it was foolish to hope he wouldn’t sense how happy that thought made you, but you hoped for it anyway — “would you ever consider him a parent?”

No. The simple and honest answer to that question was a resounding negative. In fact, you were sure nothing would change about the way you saw these guys. Unconsciously, you moved closer to Mike on the couch, and he wrapped an arm around you. It was safe there, knowing he knew what you wanted. The look the others shared let you know that they knew it too, but no one seemed prepared to bring it up at this point in time.

“To get back to the matter at hand,” August finally said, “because some of us have things to do… Mike, are you sure this is what you want?”

Mike looked at him for a moment and sighed in frustration. “It’s the last thing I want! But it needs to happen. What I did was wrong, and I took away her choice, and if we’re going to do this, I want us to do it right.”

“Mike, I don’t want to lose you.” You wrapped your arms around him as you spoke.

“You won’t.” He sounded so sure of it that you found yourself agreeing to his proposal without even realizing it, taking it as a good sign that the others didn’t try to stop you. It couldn’t be a horrible idea if Sherlock was on board with it, right? “August, would you…”

August nodded and got up, appearing next to you on the couch a fraction of a moment later. “Right now?”

“I think it would be best to rip this Band-Aid off as quickly as possible,” Sherlock said. Were you imagining things, or did he sound a little bit anxious about the whole thing after all?

“This is going to hurt, princess,” August warned you. “And there is nothing I can do about that.” He quietly moved his lips to the side of your throat, where Mike had marked you, and you prepared for the bite — which was difficult, as you had no real idea of what to expect.

Whatever you had expected, however, wasn’t the excruciating pain you felt when August’s fangs pierced the scarred skin, and you couldn’t help but cry out in agony. Even when his teeth withdrew again, the feeling of being stabbed with a red-hot poker remained, only very minimally soothed by the feeling of August’s tongue against your neck.

You slumped back into the couch and looked to your side, where Mike was sitting, and as soon as you locked eyes with him, it was as if something between the two of you snapped.

#mike hellraiser fic #mike hellraiser #mike (hellraiser)#hellraiser mike #mike hellraiser fanfiction #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #walter marshall #hc sherlock #henry cavill sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes #august walker #august walker fanfiction #natural fic #naturalfic

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vladdyissues · 3 months

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I once read the post where Vlad said: "This anime is obviously a romantic school comedy! Danny and I are the main characters, so it means we are love interests. (to Jazz, Tuck, Sam) You guys are the heterosexual support cast, so make sure do not across the line" (I saved screenshot but Idk how to add photo in ask). Developing the subject, how do you see this anime au? Sailor moon alike relationship? Should it also be a horror cause of creepy natural ghosts?

I've never seen Sailor Moon so I can't comment, but it definitely seems like Danny Phantom was heavily influenced by Yu Yu Hakusho, so it wouldn't take a lot of mental gymnastics to envision an anime version of DP being a lot like this, mixing humor and drama and the supernatural. I'd love to see some actual horror thrown in, though. Animes like Vampire Hunter D and Bio-Booster Armor Guyver come to mind. Guyver's not actually billed as horror, but there's enough body horror, gore, and horror elements in it to qualify, in my opinion. I mean, look at this thing, it's terrifying:

Aside: This ask got me nostalgic for Guyver and I went and watched a few episodes. (The last time I saw it was in the 90s on VHS.) I was floored. There is so much it has in common with DP that I wonder if Hartman wasn't inspired by it as well.

Compare: the black-haired, blue-eyed MC (Sho) who's not the best student, had a disfiguring experience involving something with lots of power and now has two different personas, human and non-human, the latter having incredible strength and unearthly energy that he uses to combat threatening entities that are Not Of This World; best friends are a glasses-wearing geek and a girl who's also the show's love interest, completing the trio. Of course Sho spends a great deal of time protecting his friends, but they also cheer him on from the sidelines and offer help when able, much like Tucker and Sam.

But get this: The only other person with a Guyver armor happens to be the villain (spoiler: not really the villain, it's all an act, and eventually they team up). This is the guy:

Long hair. V-hairline. Sideburns. Thick black eyebrows. The English dub isn't that good, but this guy's voice is deep and nice to listen to. He's supposed to be a student but looks like he's 35.

Anyway. DP anime.

I don't see much changing at all plot-wise. Upping the rating to at least PG-13 is definitely prescribed, so there can be things like blood and fantasy violence and adult humor. Let Danny say "hell", "damn", "bastard", and the occasional "shit", like in YYH. Naturally, Vlad and Danny would start out as rivals before laying aside their differences and teaming up to save the world—which is exactly the formula that YYH and BBAG follow in terms of enemies-to-allies.

I'm imagining a steady progression of saving each other's butts and fighting increasingly powerful enemies until it comes to a point that they both realize they'd die for each other. (Literally Kuwabara and Yusuke lmao.)

In fact, just do a DP/YYH wardrobe swap for all the characters, because Dan Dan Phantom Show is something I'd pay money to see 😂

#asks #danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad masters #enemies to allies #pompous pep #(implied)#yu yu hakusho #the guyver #enemies to friends to lovers #vlad and danny in a literal Kiss Or Die situation lolololol #i would much rather see DP turned into an anime than live action

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merbear25 · 2 months

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It's for the one hundred followers event (the add to my previous ask😅)

I know it probably sounded a bit silly to ask for clarification, but the seven threw me off a bit 😂 But thank you for the request!

I went with some headcanons and a drabble since I felt inspired. I hope you like it 🥰

Vampire AU with Germany x reader

He'd probably live in a quaint cottage in the mountains.

He'd have dogs to help ease the lonely nights, seeing as he can't form normal relationships. Unfortunately, he's had this issue long before being cursed with immortality.

Prefers the serenity of being surrounded by nature and only goes into town to buy things for general upkeep around the property and for his dogs.

Would do his best to refrain from drinking from people; it wouldn't necessarily be out of a sense of morality but more to do with not knowing where they'd been. He'd take the risk of contracting diseases very seriously.

He'd come to terms with the fact that he'd live out his immortal life in solitude. Whenever he went to the shops, he'd see couples every now and then, as well as groups of friends enjoying their night out together.

Standing under the street light, watching them exchange laughs, he looked up at the snow beginning to drift from the sullen clouds. He knew deep down that he was lying to himself—he wanted companionship.

He arrived home just as the snow storm was rolling in. Being greeted by his German Shepards always brought on some warmth to his still heart, but they could only give him so much in their short-lived exsistance.

The knocks at the front door caused him to shoot up. He was yet again caught off guard when the knocking persisted—their urgency rising.

Swinging it open, he glared at his unwelcomed visitor. When you were too slow to state your purpose, he curtly asked, "What is it?"

Feeling a wave of fear suddenly wash over you, you finally managed to choke out, "My car broke down and I can't get any service."

When he didn't react to this, you decided to continue explaining your reasoning for disturbing him, "Could I please use your phone? I'll be quick. I promise!"

Stepping aside to let you enter, the smell of your blood permeated the room. You looked around but couldn't find any sign of a phone, "Sorry, but where's your phone?" When you turned around, chills ran down your spine. Menace loomed from behind his eyes; he closed the door without taking them off of you.

"There's one in the other room. I'll show you to it."

Unsure of how to properly evade any danger, you thought it'd be best to remain calm. Muttering a prayer to whomever may be listening, you trailed behind him.

As soon as you entered the room, he had you in a trance; suddenly the murderous intention he'd been giving off was being replaced by a craving for him.

Clinging your body to his, he overpowered you easily, consequently making you collapse beneath his weight.

Gripping at your neck, he was careful not to startle you any further. Looking into your eyes, he saw how they darted trying to comprehend his intentions. Gently, he laid each finger on the front of your throat, tracing your pulse under his finger tips—debating whether or not to give into temptation. A poor soul like you who was unfortunate enough to have troubles leading you to his front door should be easy pickings for him.

Moving in closer, his hypnosis was sedating you. Your eyes rolled back, letting him lick at the intended point of trauma. Feeling your fists, which were gripping at his biceps tightly, release their grasp only increased his uncertainty of following through with it.

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glittercake · 15 days

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WIP GAME

@downwarddnaspiral thank you for the tag to share some of my wips :) which... i cant believe i actually have unposted wips for a change! i normally just write one thing at a time and finish it. i cant say when any of these will be done though, but at least they exist lmao. i've been busy irl and too tired to write.

so. here goes:

The sambucky divorce AU: titled Moments Away for now (from the Mango Groove song) i have about 6k, redid the outline 3 times because it was just too much, and had some personal war flashbacks while writing it so i had to take a breather 😂 Excerpt:

Sam's mama always said love’s never going to be enough and he didn't understand how that was possible. He didn’t understand—as a seventeen-year-old, so in love he could barely see out of his own eyes, or as a sophomore on the back of a dropout, bad boy’s motorbike, or as a new father of beautiful twin girls with the love of his life—how that could ever be the truth. But he gets it now.

more below the cut!

Next is a Sambucky Night Agent AU: based on the netflix series. it's basically cap sam/modern bucky but with suspense :) this is literally all i have so it might change completely:

There’s murder on the news. The Vice President’s dead. The nation’s in uproar. They’re saying he did it. They’re saying Captain America has committed treason. His face is plastered across the news, on every station on every street pole, his description is flying through the airways as he sits here covered in blood, trying to catch his breath. He didn’t do this. Sam can’t fucking breathe. He’s not someone to admit this easily, but he needs help. He needs help in a big fucking way. He eyes the number that dying woman stuffed in his hand earlier and hopes his phone line is still connected.

This one is a post canon fic where they run into each other on vacation and decide to have a little summer fling and then drama happens when bucky joins thunderbolts when they return.

Technically Sam wouldn’t be fucking his co-worker. Technically, they’ve only worked together like once, really. Bucky’s mouth is in his neck right now, and Sam can feel a bruise forming but he’s doing nothing to stop it because Bucky’s hand is also on Sam’s dick and it’s all going downhill real quick. So does he want to shit where he eats? No. Is he going to tell Bucky to stop? Also no. They’re on vacation and it’s anything but separate, like they threatened—in fact they’re plastered together—so something, something stays in Vegas…

then a fucking vampire AU?? which was very unexpected but I'm having fun planning it and writing little bits at a time. basically sam is a photographer looking to advance his career and bucky is a 100yo vampire. hmm.

There’s a sudden movement at the top of the stairs, so swift it’s dizzying. Sam can't place it. Just a gust of black night and bright blue, like the electric zap of lightning in a storm. Sam’s instinct is to retreat, wanting to back himself out of there. Overcome with fear. But something else sticks him in place, makes him hone in on the movement. A tall, slim figure, pale as moonlight, glides down the steps as if they’re not there at all, with the grace of an encroaching predator, salivating with deadly hunger, and Sam can’t move. Only after a few paralyzing moments does he recognize the shape as a person. A man. Sam realizes now that the flash of electric blue he’d seen is the man’s eyes.

anyway, that's it. i'm actually keen to get work done on these. hopefully i get some time soon :)

#sambucky #wips #tagged

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gretavanlace · 10 months

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Totally support your decision to keep writing Josh!

From a josh girl, a thought on future fics in general … Although nothing has technically changed from a fan standpoint, as a reader i do wonder if it will be different to read josh smut now since most writing is rooted in what we know of their personalities - and given what we know now - it does alter the realism of fem reader fics (ie the ‘real josh’ wouldn’t say/do these things) does that make sense?

obviously bigger picture this is such a non-issue and we’re all still so proud of Josh and love him 💕 glad you’re back!

Well, if we’re looking at it from that angle, we’ve never really known if the ‘real josh’ (or any of them) would say/do these things.

First, I want to point out that what we shouldn’t do is assume anything. Josh has yet to label himself, and by automatically believing that he is strictly attracted to men, we are labeling him. It seems to me, that for whatever reason, he avoided that carefully. With love, we should do the same.

I totally get what you’re saying about the writing being rooted in the truth of what we know of them. But the truth of what we know of them is really only what they want us to see at the end of the day, and that’s fine! They owe us absolutely nothing.

We’ve got some really wonderful, incredibly written AU fics in this fandom. Knights and sea captains, demons and vampires, disco gods and bootleggers…

I mean, would the real Jake Kiszka fuck you in a suit of armor up against the wall of a castle? Actually, that’s a bad example, because yeah, he probably would 😂

But, you see what I mean. These are fictional versions of them, in fictional scenarios. At the end of the day, each and every fic is an AU fic.

I also agree with you on the bigger picture! We do love him, and we are proud! Thank you so much for being so careful and kind with the thoughts expressed in your ask ❤️

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krirebr · 3 months

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Alright friends, I've gone and done it now. I'm expanding my Psycho Killer AU into a much bigger Vampire AU that will feature multiple CE characters and readers, with the possibility of crossovers. It's called We're All Monsters. It's going to be wild and ambitious and I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm so excited for it! 😂😂

Because I'm me, here, have a moodboard!

If you'd like to know more about any of these new stories or characters, send me an ask! I might even have some more banners to share with you.

#we're all monsters au #vampire au #ransom drysdale #curtis everett #james mace #steve rogers #jake jensen #ransom drysdale x reader #curtis everett x reader #jake jensen x reader #steve rogers x reader #james mace x reader #ransom drysdale x steve rogers #kris tries to write

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daisymae-12 · 6 months

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weekend WIP game

thanks @welcometololaland for this fun game (the perfect way to spend my saturday night 😂) and @kiwiana-writes for the tag ❤️ I only have one art WIP right now so I opted to do the writers questions !!

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more). (questions for artists/gifmakers here).

1. WIP List: ok this question made me actually label my WIP's because they're all just titled "Fic #1", "Fic #2" etc in my google drive 😅

Roommates/College AU

5+1 bestfriends to lovers [Alex accidentally keeps friendzoning Henry lmao]

Supermarket meet-cute (but not cute because Henry manages to piss off Alex)

Fake Dating/College AU [inspired by how my husband and I met]

Vampire Henry

Artist Alex [Bea commissions a gift for Henry]

Canon Divergence from Kensington

Roommates AU ft. stardew valley

Coffee Shop AU

Canon Divergence from Lakehouse

Neighbours AU

Fake Dating/High School AU [also inspired by how my husband and I met lol]

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

Fake Dating/College AU !!

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Fake Dating/College AU - it's the only one so far that I've made an outline for because I think it'll be long-ish 😂

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

Right now it's my Vampire Henry fic ❤️ enjoying it because I'm not struggling too much to write it - and the ideas have been coming easily 😌

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

ooo probably the two canon divergence ones? mostly because they'll probably be the fics with the most angst - yikes

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

gosh - all of them? I haven't published new fanfic in over 6 years so it's definitely been nerve wracking even sharing snippets over here for wip wednesday 😅

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

Maybe for the longer fics? I'm not sure if I will! We'll see if I ever get to writing anything long enough 😬 I am sort of warming up to the idea of google doc cheerleaders? I dno, I'm such a slow writer though so it might stress me out 😂

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

yess the Roommates/College AU - this was the first rwrb fic I started all the way back in June LAST YEAR 😭 I wrote bits and pieces of the first two chapters and still haven't picked it back up since 😩 I've also hit writer's block with the 5+1 - I thought this would be the first fic I'd publish for rwrb AND the first fic I'd ever finish but I got triggered when writing one of the scenes which shocked me because I didn't expect it to? I'd even say this fic is light-hearted but yeah I had to stop. Hoping to finish writing that one after Vampire Henry though !!!

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

ooo so far the only fic with an OC is Fake Dating/College AU but I can't say more without spoiling 👀

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

Everything is such bare bones atm, so I truly don't know 😂

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Probably Canon Divergence from Kensington 😅😅😅

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

Hoping the characterisation is ok on all of them but right now they're all so short still that I can't pick one out 🙃

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

Gosh I am BAD at this - will probably end up being the Coffee Shop AU because cafes are my second home but we'll see 😅

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

As of right now - been working the hardest on Vampire Henry fic but I anticipate it'll be outdone by Fake Dating/College AU - that one will take me a long time to write based on the outline I've done 💀

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

ahh I'm not sure! Maybe Fake Dating/College AU? I can already tell that fic is going to be my baby and I hope everyone will like it too

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

Not really but I do daydream about them in the shower 😂

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

hmm not sure since everything is still quite bare bones so I'll answer this next time !

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

Right now - Vampire Henry 😅 but not really ??? but yes the most in comparison to everything else so far LOL

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

Nope but I do want to write a fic with an outside POV one day!

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

Vampire Henry fic will probably be the first fic in a series 😬 I have ideas for a sequel OR extra scenes that will be ficlets 🥰

Yay that was so much fun! Love reading about everyones wip's but no pressure ❤️ @myheartalivewrites @heybuddy-drabbles @read-and-write- @suseagull04 @gwiazdziarka @adreamareads @sprigsofviolets @cultofsappho @anincompletelist @lizzie-bennetdarcy @notspecialbabe @littlemisskittentoes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @heartitinthesilence @inexplicablymine @raysletters @tintagel-or-cockleshells @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @sherryvalli

#tag games #weekend wip game

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valiantstarlights · 7 months

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trick or treat!

(im going around my favourite tumble moots trick or treating. it can be anything you wanna share, no pressure! a snippet, a doodle, even a reading rec! even a trick if u can think of one (●'◡'●) )

I don't know what constitutes as a trick, so treat it is 😂 Here's a snippet from Vampire!Dream Soulmate AU/Lord Dimitrescu Dream AU Chapter 2 🧛‍♂️

Note: This is still subject to change so please proceed with caution. 🙇‍♀️

Hob glances up nervously as Mrs. Constantine watches him eat, liver spotted arms crossed, and one bony hand holding a wooden spoon with a handle that has a sharpened point. It reminds him of those sharpened prison toothbrushes in movies. A shank? A shiv?

She has been acting strangely (well, stranger) ever since he arrived last night. She didn't invite him inside after she opened all the ten thousand locks on her front door, only watching as he entered sheepishly and apologized for coming back past sunset. She said nothing and only redid all the locks, then pointed towards the dining table after she finished her task. A lukewarm bowl of stew had been waiting for him beside half a loaf of garlic bread. She had stared at him as he ate yesternight too, until he finished eating everything. Then she locked herself inside her room, leaving him to clear the table, wash the dishes, and turn off the lights.

And now, she is watching him eat his third bowl of garlic soup for breakfast while holding a wooden shiv-spoon.

Hob is pretty sure she was supposed to cook something else for breakfast, but he's too polite to point it out. Were he a ruder person, he would have declined eating the soup and demanded proper breakfast food. But he is English and has been taught to always be grateful to have food on the table, so here he is, finishing his third bowl after Mrs. Constanine ladled more soup into his bowl after he emptied it for the second time.

He sips another spoonful under Mrs. Constantine's beady eye and, unable to take the weird silence anymore, says, "Mrs. Constantine, I'm sorry, but is there something wrong?"

"No," Mrs. Constantine said. Then, ominously, "Not yet."

Wonderful. A cryptic answer.

"Well," Hob says carefully, "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but...look, okay, your garlic soup is really delicious. I like the addition of the garlic bread croutons and the fried garlic garnish on top. But I don't think I can eat any more after this. And the guided tour starts in less than an hour, so..." He gestures vaguely towards the guest room with one hand, indicating that he has to go and make himself look presentable before going out. Mrs. Constantine had woken him up as soon as dawn broke, and Hob barely had the time to rub the sleep out of his eyes before he was being led towards the dining table.

He's sure he had a good dream too, though he can't remember what it was about now.

"That is last one," Mrs. Constantine says, her heavily-accented English a sharp contrast against the lightly-accented ones of the younger generation. She gestures to his bowl with her wooden shiv-spoon, pointy end towards him first. "Finish."

Hob waits for her to say more. At this point, he would welcome any additional information that would help him make sense of her strange (and lowkey alarming) behavior. But when nothing comes and she just stares right back, he sighs and does as she says.

Bonus doodle: Little Blanket Ghost 🖤

I rarely draw these days, but this is my art suggestion for the ghost square of the monsterfucktober bingo card, which @gil212 made even cuter in the final version. 🥰

I hope you enjoy these treats, and thank you so much for trick or treating! 🎃🍬

#vampire dream soulmate AU #also known as #lord dimitrescu dream AU #ask and you shall receive #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #my art #i guess??

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