#vampire empire

[lelif]

faithful and virtuous night, louise glück// ?//-// vampire empire, big thief// night shift, lucy dacus// me & my dog, boygenius// ?// ?

#web weaving #web weave #boygenius #lucy dacus #quotes #big thief #vampire empire

[ahhhwomen]

Eternal Slumber.

Vampire Empire

Part 5

Pairing: DarkVamp!Wanda Maximoff x DarkVamp!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is kinda just a filler chapter while I work on requests (if anyone else have any feel free to drop by my inbox), so it may be a little while until part 6, that being said, enjoy lovelies!

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Human pets, abuse, violence, possessiveness, probably incorrect vampire lore, angst, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, kitten play (?), death, suicidal ideation  Minors DNI 18+

Summary: They say a taste of death can change a person forever. However, they never take into consideration, that maybe, that’s the only thing coating your tongue on a regular basis.

Word Count: 2k

Taglist

There are tiny spikes of ice against the metal, almost like a layer of fuzz over the orange rust. It creeps into every crevice, the metal bars groan and creak, and the water, frozen inside some of the weaker spots, bursts and tears apart the material.

The cold was affecting everything.

You stare at the metal hook responsible for keeping you in place. The concrete around it is dented and smoldering. With a microscope, it would look like a mountain falling apart. Stone by stone.

It wouldn’t take much force; you ponder if you could release it with just a weak tug. You probably could, but you don’t bother.

Your body sinks lower, and the concrete scratches against your stomach. Red welts burn in displeasure as the friction reawakens the former punishment. It’s as if the weight of your body has doubled overnight, you can’t keep yourself up.

It’s hard to breathe.

It’s hard to stay awake…

The cold was affecting everything.

Including you.

You glance out the window with meager eyes. The trees pass by faster than you can keep track. Your head pounds, and you want to rest.

Just for a moment-

A gruff voice disturbs your peace for the hundredth time.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep.”

You had been lying in your enclosure all day, preserving your movements for only necessary situations. You wanted to dream it all away, but you knew you shouldn’t.

With both your nose a fresh pink and fingertips a bleak blue there wasn’t much to do other than to study your surroundings.

Your eyes glide over the same small details you have stared at for years, though there was a beauty to your misery, every corner and prickle of this place glittered against the slim beam of light from the hallway. The golden gleam reflected like sunlight against the ice, however, where you lay chained and tense under your red lamp, it felt more like a mockery.

With a sigh, you looked over to the empty shackles, frozen to the ground opposite of you. Your muscles burn as you grip the ground firmly and attempt to lift yourself up. Your arms shake in effort, your nails grinding against the pavement, but you can only manage to push upward for less than an inch.

Then a light thud echoes as you fall back down.

You’re so tired…

Your eyes slip closed for a second, there are a select few in the hallway that whine and growl, and you try to shift your focus onto them. Their hoarse voices screech against your eardrums, and you can’t help the grim expression as you listen to their cries…

There were more yesterday…

Of course, it was a given that this place took away some hope, but you know that isn’t the reason the numbers of distain more than halved overnight.

The rag over your lower half shifts away from you with every minuscule movement, it slides against your bottom, and slowly, the grime and dirt settled within the flimsy material slather itself against you as it leaps the final length and falls off.

It’s almost as if it knows you are too tired to move it back.

You are so sick of this place.

The cries are silenced as you hear the familiar thunder of shaking keys.

With a bitter glance to the other side of the room, you pity yourself; if you had any strength left, you would wrap the chains around your neck and hang yourself.

You huff in annoyance as the redhead shakes you vigorously yet again.

You can feel a swift, but gentle, slap on the back of your head. The redhead’s hand taps against you, her palm making quick contact with the greasy hair.

At your whining Wanda voices her opinion, “Don’t start with me, I told you not to fall asleep.” The powerful woman’s annoyed voice wraps around your lingering headache. Her calm tone was more like a booming against your forehead.

Shifting under the red leather, you whimper even more. The heating blasting towards you feels strange. Hot air sifts around you, almost like a tunnel of wind directed solely at your slumped frame. A noise, a mix of a hoarse cough and a weak cry, can be heard as Wanda shifts her own heat toward you too.

Realizing you won’t back down on your bitching, Wanda retrieves her hand with a roll of her eyes and refocuses on the road in front of her.

Trees and livestock pass by in a blur, there are tiny speckles of muck and dirt against the expensive windshield. Snow sits snug in the more stubborn corner of the window, small flacks forming a pile unmovable by the front wind.

Goosebumps prickle Wanda’s skin, the bite of winter making its entrance this early must really do a number on places like the shithole you´re from.

The car lifts for a moment as one of the bumps rustles the lambo, you shrink in on yourself, your pale skin retreating to hide under red leather. The redhead’s foot pushes downward harder, the exhilarator vrooming as she frowns.  

Wanda doesn't even know what possessed her to take you, but if she left you there, you would surely be dead by the end of the day.

Natasha was always far better at understanding humans, however, given the little bond you two have, she is unsure how the other redhead will react to your current state. She glances at you in her peripheral, your lips are tinged blue, same with your fingertips and toes.

You don’t even shiver, and Wanda passes another stop sign with no regard. Shivering is a good thing; it means your body is aware you are cold. No shivering is bad, like really fucking bad.

Her hands tighten against the steering wheel, the skin between her rings and knuckles, clamp and squeeze in an irritating pinch.

It doesn’t take a genius to understand that if you aren’t yet hypothermic, it won’t be long until you are.

With a sigh, Wanda reaches over to settle the jacket more tightly around your frame.

It’s a fifteen-minute drive to the house, Wanda makes it in seven.

Natasha frowns, and the smell of burned vegetables invades her senses. With an irritated scrunch of her nose, the redhead goes to trash yet another pot of attempted soup.

The goo of estranged ingredients jiggles unsettlingly at the top of the trashcan as Natasha pours the substance out. The ring on her left pointer clinks against the pot as she places it back on the stove.

She can never get it right.

With a huff, the redhead pulls out her cell phone, her hand wraps around the silver piece and she goes to find her messages. Her thumb makes quick work of checking on Wanda yet again, the pad of her finger taps the screen rapidly, the remains of her failure smudges against the glass, and Natasha cringes.

Her unread reply to Wanda’s previous questions remains the same, wiping her hands and phone off with the kitchen rag, the redhead walks over to her preferred room of leisure.

The clacking of her heels hitting the flooring is dampened as she steps onto the carpeted part of their little den.

A soft glow illuminates the living room, and the tenseness of her shoulders lessens as she lets the orange hue wash over her.  

Plopping herself on the green couch she reaches over to her purse, the case reports she needed Wanda’s thoughts on lying on the very top. The paper brushes against her fingers, the white sheets threatening to tear as Natasha's nimble fingers search through the mess lower down.

She is just about to read them over again, when the familiar rumble of her wife’s car, pulls into their parking lot.

Shifting the gear stick, Wanda finally manages to park, your shuffling and whining had certainly not been helping. She can see her wife waiting for her by their door, but Wanda knows she is going to have to wait a moment longer.

You sit beside Wanda, your body wringing and shifting, you feel hot, and sweat rolls down your forehead.

The black belt meant to secure you through the drive feels more like a restraint as you push your shoulders against it. Bone threatens to pop out of the socket as the strong treads hold your weight back with ease, the pressure against your bruised body does little to deter you.

Wanda tusks, “Stop that.” Her hand reaches over to you and unfastens the belt, “Calm down baby, we are already here.”

Wanda pauses.

She scrunches her eyes, her left hand tightening the hold against the steering wheel.

Wanda doesn’t do nicknames, or sweet ones anyways, not unless it’s her wife.

Yet, the nickname had slipped without a second thought.

She has little time to think about it however, the sound of weak banging calls out to her, the redhead’s attention shifts and she groans in annoyance as you have now moved on to trying your luck against the metal door.

Your fingers run along the interior of the door, the pounding in your head makes it hard to see, and everything blends together in a mess of colors and sounds. You try to feel your way to the handle, but only expensive patterning can be felt as you try gripping the handle.

“You can never make it easy for me, can you kitten?” The redhead mumbles to herself.

The black tinted windows stop anyone from seeing what is happening inside Wanda’s car, but the taller woman can see Natasha shifting uneasily at how slow her usually effective wife is being.

With a sigh, Wanda rolls up the sleeves of her blouse, the silken material gliding and scrunching at the crease of her elbow.

In an attempt to settle you, if only for a moment, Wanda presses her right hand flatly against your chest. With a controlling movement, she pushes up and down to signify a breathing cycle more suitable than your erratic one.

She holds her unoccupied hand against your thigh, rubbing it up and down gently. The friction does nothing but alarm Wanda further.

Knowing she can’t turn around now, Wanda steps out of the car, your scent leaking out into the chilly wind outside their estate.

The shift in Natasha’s behavior is one not entirely surprising yet distinctively fascinating as the smell of your cold blood clings to the inside of her nose.

The taller woman moves to your side of the car; she secures you tightly in her arms. You try your best to squirm out of her hold, your hands clawing against Wanda’s covered biceps, but with how tired you are it’s little use.

You slump into the redhead’s body. Her leather jacket forces you even deeper into the scary woman’s embrace.

Realizing there is no winning this, you finally fall into the deep exhaustion that lies beneath your skin.

Natasha stands as still as a statue. Every muscle within her expands and contracts, but she can’t move.

Until she can.

At a young age she was taught that every choice one makes has consequences, every decision she has ever seen through in her life has been planned to the very tee before any move was made. She never “vamped out”, she never made a mistake, and every notion of her life was just how she planned for it to be.

Why, because Natasha knows restraint.

Your limp body lies seemingly lifelessly in Wanda’s hands.

Natasha doesn’t think.

The weight of your slim body is removed from Wanda faster than even she can comprehend, her leather jacket that was lying close to her chest, just as you were, is now gone, just like you. For a reason she cannot explain, anger bubbles beneath the exterior of the older woman as she watches Natasha carry you to the house.

With a speed unchallengeable Wanda stands just behind her wife. Her hands wringing the material in front of her in a firm grip, the black fabric is soft inside her clutch.

Holding her back by her jacket Wanda questions her wife, “What are you doing?” her anger lingers within her tone.

Enough so that any other day Natasha would stop dead in her tracks, today, however, was not one of those days.

The thick fabric of Natasha’s suit slips from nimble fingers as Natasha rips herself away from the redhead. With a blank face, she turns toward her wife, two prominent canines peeking out between soft lips.

“She is freezing to death.”

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#wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat x reader #dark!natasha romanoff #vampire!natasha romanoff #vampire!wanda maximoff #dark!wandanat #Vampire Empire

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

You turn me inside out, and then you want me outside in / You spin me all around, and then you ask me not to spin / You say you wanna be alone and you want children / You wanna be with me and you wanna be with him / You give me chills, I've had it with the drills // I'm nothing, you are nothing, we are nothing with the pills // I am empty 'til she fills, alive until she kills / In her vampire empire, I am / Falling, yeah…

#vampire empire #big thief #soundplay #Bandcamp

[rabdoidal]

IM REGRESSING TO ACOFAF AGAIN AND I’VE BEEN LISTENING TO BIG THIEF A LOT, SO SUE ME 

🦌💐 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 💐🦌

#my art #doodles #acofaf #wuvvy #ruevvy #a court of fey and flowers #dimension 20 #d20 #vampire empire #there was gonna be a second page but who has the time

[acarillustrated]

"it's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow

where you can't seem to hold me, can't seem to let me go.

so i can't find surrender, can't keep control."

- vampire empire, big thief

ive been working on this for a little more than a month but i think im finally happy with it 🥰 close ups below

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #good omens 2 #good omens fanart #tw blood #vampire empire #softboy art time #ineffable divorce #ineffable husbands

[uhhh-ghouls007]

Alive until she kills

#we’re so back. I say through tears #I’m in my song lyrics x fanart era ok #ofmd #our flag meets death #stede bonnet #Blackbeard #blackbonnet #Edward teach #my art #vampire empire #fanart

[ghostbeam]

𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, a vampire!todoroki anthology!!! these fics will be released throughout the month of october and they include dark content, which will be tagged accordingly as each fic is released. so please mind the tags!! all fics take place within the same universe as biting down, and serve as insight to the lives of the vampire family of the todorokis. [coming soon]

☽ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ☽ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 ☽

𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 (𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

⇢ fuyumi is fascinated by you. she’s obsessed with your humanity, only you’re not human. you’re like her.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 (𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

⇢ the first time you meet shouto, you bite him. he teaches you how to deal with being a monster.

𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨 (𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

⇢ you and natsuo have an arrangement. a very bloody one.

𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

⇢ touya’s curse and snapshots of forever.

Notes: hi everyone!!! I’m trying this out for the month of October + my way of celebrating Halloween with u all. I’ve had the idea to explore this universe and the todoroki’s for a while, and what better time than spooky season! Sorry the summaries are so vague im absolutely horrible at writing them but i tried!!!! I’m hoping to get them all out within the same month, but knowing me this might bleed into november. But anyways thank u all for being here and I hope u enjoy these<3333

#posting this at a stupid time it’s fine I’ll queue it for the morning #hi yes I have been scheming and plotting and plotting and scheming<3 #trying my hand on writing these guys I am very nervous to post these aksjskjdkdjddk #vampire empire #ghost.writes #oh the art in the header is from an Egon schiele piece

[dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies]

you turn me inside out and then you want me outside in?????????

you spin me all around and then you ask me not to spin?????????????

#just dandy thoughts #vampire empire #big thief

[shesalewa]

For my dear beloved Moon. Yeah don't think I'll let that fanfic slide.

Do you think we're soulmates in every universe? -Gun

How can we? when you chose Charles over me in this one. -Goo

Your honor they'll never get their happy ending. @vvmylove how do we feel about this?

#lookism #gun park #goo kim #vampire empire #spotify #lookism gun #lookism goo #goo lookism #gun lookism #gungoo angst #gungoo #lookism angst #ah yes. Christmas angst #ig i ruined your Christmas- #Spotify

[bisaster-energy]

i am...falling, yeah

vampire empire, big thief // castiel

just because i understand you doesn't mean i understand what you want from me

@butch--dean @thepondstogether hey guys! i made another thing rq

#i have a detailed explanation for every lyric/screencap pair so if u dont get smth i will dump an entire explanation on ur lap with gusto #i don't believe in show don't tell i will show u and then tell u exactly what i mean <3 #lyric edit #supernatural #castiel #destiel #cas feels yanked around by dean even tho he's supposed to me this unshakable untouchable being #he gets dean in a way other people don't but still. he cant quite understand him #especially when it comes to what dean wants from him #outsiders can see very clearly what he wants but cas? not so much #big thief #vampire empire

[theodeckeronlyfans]

theo + boris

the goldfinch, donna tartt/ vampire empire, big thief

#the goldfinch #theo decker #tgf #boris pavlikovsky #vampire empire #big thief

[eth-edwards-73]

Vampire Empire

marc guiu x reader based on Vampire Empire  warnings: toxic relationship, toxic Marc, angst

(the parts that are written in cursive are recollections and memories)

At first your relationship with Marc had been great, you had known each other for almost your whole life so it wasn’t a surprise to everyone when you got together in the year you both turned 14. The first two years were heaven together but then came the third year, the year in which Marc started playing for the national under 17 team and FC Barcelona. Everything from there went downhill for the both of you, he was stressed and took almost everything out on you. Your relationship went in circles every time; Marc would take his anger and stress out on you, you complained about it after, he’d apologize and then he’d go right back to doing the same thing. You had told him so many times that you couldn’t keep doing this and that if he did it again that you’d leave but then you’d stay because you couldn’t get it over your heart to break his and yours with it. 

Your friends had managed to talk some sense into you and you had promised that if he did it again you’d leave him forever. 

Well, I walked into your dagger for the last time

You stood in the kitchen of your apartment with Marc with him yelling at you about some irrelevant thing that you hadn’t done that day because you were busy doing other things. With one hand you leaned on the counter and with the other you pinched the bridge of your nose, you were exhausted from his constant yelling at you. The first few arguments you’d taken all his words to heart but right now it went in one ear and out of the other, you just couldn’t be bothered with his constant string of complaining. 

“Just stop.” You muttered and Marc stopped yelling, his brows knitting together in confusion as he looked at you sigh. You truly looked tired and like you hadn’t slept in months when you turned towards him. 

“This is the same thing multiple times every week, i’ve told you before that this can’t go on forever and you apologize before doing the same thing again,” Your face stays void of any emotion but your eyes show a whirlwind of them: “It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow.” 

Where you can't seem to hold me, can't seem to let me go

Marc had cried and begged for you to stay like he always did but his crocodile tears didn’t faze you anymore, the only thing you felt towards them was resentment, for keeping you with him for so long and making you so unhappy. But during his crying never once had he stepped forward and tried to hold you back from leaving, no attempts at hugs or grabbing your wrists to get you to stay while you packed up all your bags.

 

So I can't find surrender and I can't keep control

Your heart screamed at you to stay with Marc, to surrender once again while your brain screamed at you to keep control and to leave this situation after all it was the best for you or was it? You weren’t sure and you felt unsteady like you had for the last year with Marc. 

You turn me inside out, and then you want me outside in

The first time you felt the change in your relationship was his birthday, the two of you were going out to eat with his parents and younger brother. You had given him the task to choose which dress you should wear and you had given him two options both silk dresses, one red and the other a soft baby blue. He had chosen the red one and you had worn it to the dinner. When the two of you had gotten home he had started complaining about the dress and that you should’ve worn the baby blue one. You had reminded him that he had chosen the red dress, laughing a little about it and after that he had lashed out at you. 

You spin me all around, and then you ask me not to spin

On valentines day, Marc had asked you if you would be willing to come to more of his games because he found it important that you’d be there now that he was getting closer to going professional. You complied, wanting to make him happy even though you were very busy with your studies. 

Like you had promised you went to almost every game unless you had an exam but with you going to games more often came Marc getting mad at you because you went so often and his teammates found it embarrassing for him since their girlfriends never came so often. So, taking in his complaint you had stopped going as often but you still went sometimes. After a while he started complaining that you didn’t go to  his games enough. 

In the end the both of you just kept going in circles about it with him wanting you to go more and then less. Nothing ever seemed good enough. 

You say you wanna be alone and you want children

When your relationship was at very low points Marc sometimes admitted that he couldn’t see you two being together in the long term but after he’d go around telling everyone who would listen that you were the one for him and that he couldn’t imagine life without you. 

You had even heard him fantasizing about your kids with him to his mother and yours. But then you’d go home and he’d tell you he never wanted kids. 

You wanna be with me and you wanna be with him

In the summer of 2023 you had planned a vacation with Marc to try and work everything out, he seemed really happy with the idea and was very involved in planning the vacation.

A week before the vacation he had broken the news to you that he was going on a vacation with Hector the week that the two of you were supposed to go on vacation so you took your best friend with you on the vacation instead. 

While you and your best friend were on the vacation, Marc tormented you about going with your best friend instead of him. 

It wasn’t the first time Marc had canceled you at the last minute to do something with his friends instead. This was just the only major event you could really remember because it had become such a habit. 

You give me chills, I've had it with the drills

For one last time you looked back at Marc while you stood at the opening of the door, waiting for your older brother to reply to your text in which you asked him to pick you up from your apartment. Chills went through you as you looked at the man who had treated you so horribly over the last year. You were completely done with his lectures about every little thing you did wrong in his eyes.

 

I'm nothing, you are nothing, we are nothing with the pills

Nothing could help the both of you anymore in this relationship, there was nothing that could save whatever was left between you two.

 

I am empty 'til she fills

You felt empty right now, like you had every time after an argument until Marc apologized to you. You felt as if nothing could ever satisfy you as much as Marc’s sweet words had.

alive until she kills

“This isn’t going to work. I wish you the best.” Marc felt as if you’d ripped his heart out and stomped on it when you uttered those words, he felt as if his legs would give out if he stepped towards you so he didn’t, instead staying nailed to the floor as he looked at you on the doorstep. 

His heart cried but he didn’t, no tears spilled out of his eyes or even brimmed up. 

His brain wanted to talk but his mouth didn’t move.

 

In her vampire empire, I am

The last few months he had sucked your soul out of you like he was a vampire sucking blood and now you were doing the same to him. 

You regained your lost soul but took his and his heart with you. 

You truly felt like you were in your vampire empire. 

Falling, yeah

Your brother arrived and you stuffed all your stuff in the car as Marc stayed in the apartment, stuck to his place as you left. The door closed behind you and his legs finally gave out, tears started running down his face as unheard pleas left his mouth.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

idk how to really feel about this one but i think it's a good start to start writing more things again

#marc guiu #fc barcelona #angst #vampire empire

[ahhhwomen]

You can say no?

Vampire Empire

Part 6

Pairing: DarkVamp!Wanda Maximoff x DarkVamp!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is not my best-written chapter I won't lie, but it will still hurt if you are looking for a little angst fix... Yeah no, this hurt a little... I won't lie. Also, peep the tags, I had to make a change for this one...

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Human pets, abuse, violence, possessiveness, probably incorrect vampire lore, angst, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, kitten play (?), death, alluded rape/non-con Minors DNI 18+

Word count: 1.8k

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Your hands weave through cold water, their damaged nerves trying desperately to hold on to something, anything. Waving against unfamiliar territory, you paddle and struggle against heavy waves, they push and pull, and you heave for breath between the swishing walls.

The water is chilling and gloomy.

The expansion of the ocean, vast, and intimidating.

You never realized it until now, with your feet kicking and struggling against the currents, but-

you don’t know how to swim.

There was a woman, long before Master entered the picture.

She was the only one to take an incline of pity on your small shaking frame as she dished out the punishment for eating before you were given permission.

Your chest struggles against the hammering of your heavy heart as the older woman looms over your small frame, sitting in the chilled freezer, your hands clamber around the rough wool sweater she instructed you to put on.

“Here.” Her voice is estranged and lost within time, but you remember the way she would hand you a little flashlight and a painting she had observed your eyes drift toward while you stayed with her.

Even at your young age, there had been something about that painting that drew you to it. The delicate brush strokes were perfected over time. You could almost see the progress of the artist within their work. Some lines were thicker, and rougher, as if they were made with an inexperienced hand. Yet, toward the end, the last final touches among the petals were as beautiful as could be.

The first painting she ever brought inside the cold metal box was your favorite. It helped fend away the thoughts of your stiff, shaking body, inside the locked freezer.

It was a field of sunflowers.

You claw against gruff hands as he holds you under the freezing water.

The cold hits you and you can’t help but try and gasp for air, the only reward you're given is water forcing its way into your lungs and dragging you down even lower.

Your vision darkens and you know.

There is nothing you can do.

As you squint up at the man, the water obscures the view, it morphs and moves, and his blond hair almost reminds you of the sun.

Your airways close as his hands tighten, despite the ice-cold water, blood pools inside your head, heating you up from the inside out, as your body numbs.

His horrid vanilla perfume penetrates your senses much like the chilling liquid that surrounds you.

You never tasted vanilla before… this may be the closest you will ever be to it.

In a blurry of delusion and hallucination, you dream of the beach. With the real sun, instead of his blond hair, peaking over the horizon.

And as you lose conciseness you picture a warming light and delicious ice cream with real vanilla.

The forceful grip of chill has been both a friend and a foe over the years. When you woke up that morning, you didn’t think it would be different from any other day. And you didn’t really care, even if it was.

On one side, the cold numbs you and lessens your senses until you can’t feel the burning pain of a harsh hand or even harsher canines.

Yet, on the other hand, with the lack of mobility, you can’t protect yourself. It’s not like you ever had much of a chance against your masters, to begin with, but that one night.

You curl into yourself, your muscles are weak and tired, but you try to hide from the outlash of thoughts and memories.

If you weren’t so damned cold, maybe it would’ve played out differently.

Maybe you could have spoken up before she had them remove that ability altogether.

“HOW DARE YOU!” You whine and turn as two hot weights settle you back in place. Something strokes your side in a gentle up-and-down motion as searing flashes of the past bombard your senses.

“YOU ARE A PET!” Army boots are the only thing you can focus on as she forces you down to your knees in the snow.

Your leash is wrapped around one of the boots, the weak material fraying around the edges as her heels dig into the ground and force you even lower. With your face flush with the dead grass that is layered with frozen water, she stares you down.

“YOU ARE A SLAVE!”

The last leverage of your knees is quickly kicked out from under you, and you fall with a heavy thud. Your eyes force themselves closed as the snow invades your nervous system.

“YOU DON’T GET TO SAY NO TO ME!” The harsh breathing of the older woman is slurred and hissed. Which is how you know her sharper teeth are out.

Your eyelids slowly peel open, and with a determined turn of your head, you stare up at her in wonder. What did you do?

“DID YOU TELL HER NO WHEN SHE DID THIS TO YOU, HUH!?”

Did you tell her no?

You can say no?

Before the vision can continue, you startle as soft whispers sneak past your eardrums. The words are hard to make out between the intense tone of the blond woman and the horrid chill of the surroundings.

You can only make out parts as the gentle strokes return to your side. A warmth, unfamiliar to you, presses itself closer to you as you can feel their grip tighten against your flailing body.

“Hush, it’s okay…”

Is it?

“You’re okay baby.”

You?

You are, okay…?

Aren’t you drowning…?

Yeah.

You are drowning.

“Shit, she’s getting worse.” Wanda curses under her breath as she closes the distance between the two of you even more, even going so far as to pull Natasha closer by the arm wrapped around your midsection.

Both she and the other redhead lay on their plush carpet in nothing but underwear as they clutch you close while the fireplace burns and crackles to the left of you.

After Natasha had carried you into their home, earlier that day, the vamped-out redhead had quickly ordered her wife to strip down, her voice harsh yet monotone. At the time, Wanda had been riddled with confusion, Natasha had never spoken to her in such a manner before, much less with a demand like that.

The way her words had drawled over each syllable, the air hissed against prominent canines as her tongue clicked at the roof of her mouth. It oozed authority, a clear disrespect toward the older vampire.

There are ranks within the vampire world and rules to follow such ranks. Wanda was the Wanda Maximoff, clan leader of the Maximoff clan. As far as the vamp rule applied, Wanda was at the top of the food chain.

Natasha is strong, always has been, but if she were ever put up against the command of a clan leader her free will would cease to exist. Of course, the powerful redhead would never do such a thing to her wife, but that didn’t mean a vampire´s rage was something that could be stopped.

And Wanda should be angry, she should be outright offended that a lesser vampire would ever speak to her in such a manner. Had Natasha been someone else, Wanda would’ve ripped her head off already.

Yet here they were.

Natasha laid you down gently in front of the fireplace, her hands were already moving to start the fire before she could register what she was doing. Strong, orange, flames licked her upper body as the wood caught ablaze. The heat sizzled and the wood groaned. Previous charcoal that had laid forgotten on the ashpan glowed and flourished with the newfound heat.

Then much like she expected Wanda to do, she stripped down to her underwear. It’s as if she couldn’t get the clothes off fast enough, with every glide of expensive fabric that loosened and fell, she just became more irritated. She doesn’t know how long you have been like this, but the window for action was closing by the minute.

The scent of blood from your scratched elbow drifted through the mansion, yet it was the last thing on the redheads’ minds.

Crawling over to the couch Natasha pulled down every blanket she could get her hands on, and in a jiffy, she was back at your side.

Wrapping you both up like a burrito as she buried herself under the blankets with you.

An audible hiss could be heard as Natasha first laid her front flat against your bare back. Your skin could rival a piece of paper for the bleakness. But it wasn’t just that, you were beyond cold. If Natasha didn’t know any better, she would think you were a corpse.

The thought made her shudder, in a moment of need for a distraction, her eyes started their journey toward a hotheaded redhead.

Natasha knew the significance of demanding anything from her wife, to be frank, it had just slipped, and as her eyes connected with her lovers, she was expecting to see anger flaring within them.

Instead, when her eyes disconnect from where they had been staring at your greasy hair, they glance up to see Wanda stripped down and standing protectively over the both of you.

So, after being let into your little burrito, they both wrapped themselves around you and waited with bated breath.

There was an unspoken understanding amongst them. You were special, whether they wanted to believe it or not.

Close to an hour later, you started whining in your fever-induced sleep.

It all went downhill from there.

(On the other side of the city)

Carol huffs as yet another problem arises, she could never get any peace.

Walking out she can finally breathe as the cold city air flows into her. Her lungs expand and contract as her eyes slip closed for a second. If she wasn’t so fucking angry, she may have enjoyed the silence that hung in the crisp air.

Pulling her phone out she goes to check your location, she hadn’t planned to run off like that, but one of the idiot goons had started trouble with another clan. If she hadn’t stopped it then and there, they were all as good as dead. It had been an ally of the Maximoff clan after all.

“Urgh” pinching her eyebrows Carol groans in frustration. She is going to get an earful from Thor once she gets back to work.

If her mood wasn’t sour before, it most definitely was now.

She was only half-heartedly checking your tracker, too busy wallowing in self-pity, that is until she saw the house, or more like a mansion, where your collar now resides.

Glass shatters, small pieces of melted sand, scattering and clinking as a mastered craft meets asphalt.

She is going to kill you.

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[hielloehyy]

ok the alenoah stakes au reminds me so much of the song vampire empire so i finally gave in and drew it

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