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ryokoaoi · 2 months

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sillies.

lol want your ship drawn like that-? This is actually a YCH soo if you want click here teeeheee pls were struggling financially/srs

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ackermanbitch · 1 year

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pictures that perfectly describe every redacted couple imo (its long so under the cut)

amanda and christian

milo and sweetheart

davey and angel

ash and babe

guy and honey

tank and sam

im sorry for this but baby and ivan

vincent and lovely

gavin and freelancer

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the-sugar-crash · 2 years

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A conversation after Vincent’s first video:

William: so let me get this straight. After meeting an unempowered human who wandered into our territory, you not only didn’t trance them to convince them to leave, or wipe their memory of the interaction. You also broke covert by telling them about vampires and demons. And then flirted with them. Repeatedly.

Vincent: …yes?

#I still can’t get over it #Vincent was like you’re hot and then just forgot about the rules for a bit #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted vampires #redacted vincent #redacted vincent solaire #solaire clan #redacted William #william Solaire #redacted lovely #vincent x lovely #lovely (listener)#vincent solaire #lovely solaire #Redacted Audio

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scmoobly · 1 year

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Forever yours | Vincent Solaire

Goodbyes are harder for the ones that are left behind

Warning: [character death] [dealing with the pain of loss] [language]

It had already been months since that day but Vincent still couldn't find the strength in himself to keep going. To keep living.

But he didn't have a choice.

He couldn't die anyway.

Maybe that was his punishment for bringing you into his world. For loving you so much that every second without you felt like its own kind of hell.

He had been looking at the polaroid of you for what seemed like hours but even hours weren't enough.

He wished he had held you closer, kissed you harder, and ingrained every feature of you so deep into his body that he would've had to try and fail to forget you.

Neither William nor Sam could get Vincent to come out of your home let alone be around other people at all.

At first, he seemed fine. It was your choice after all. He knew he had to respect your decision to want to let your life end as a human. He knew he had no right or say in the decision you made, but it still hurt so fucking much.

When the cruel reality that he still had an eternity to live without you set in he started to starve himself for long periods of time. He liked to think that torturing himself into absolute fucking insanity would numb the pain of not having you by his side anymore.

It didn't change a thing though.

You were still gone. And he was still here.

William and Sam would take turns visiting Vincent to make sure that he was drinking enough blood to at least keep him alive

"I can't do it, William-" He cried in the arms of the older vampire. "Please make it go away-" He held onto the other as if he was holding on for dear life. "Vincent.."

As his maker, William felt every stab that Vincent inflicted upon himself with his words and his thoughts. The hatred and pure helplessness towards himself was so deep that no matter how far down he cut into Vincent's entire being William wouldn't have been able to find the part of him that still believed in life.

"I wish I could Vincent, If there were anything I could do so that you won't have to go through this, I would do it in a heartbeat, but that is the pain we take on when we choose this life." He knew in his heart that William was telling him the truth but the truth didn't make it better. It didn't comfort him. It didn't bring you back.

Fuck, he missed you much.

He would roam around your apartment in an effort to relive the memories you left behind. He would lay on your bed hugging the clothes that still had a hint of your smell and cry himself to sleep.

Even in his dreams, he couldn't escape the constant reminders of you or the last time he saw you, losing the light in your eyes.

How could he forget?

The moment he asked you for your forever as you lay in his arms almost lifeless and you used the last ounce of your strength to pull your hand away from his, reaching up and holding his cheek. You smiled weakly, running your fingers gently against his cold skin.

"I love you so much, Vincent, so much. And if this is how it's meant to end I'm grateful that I could give you the very last of myself-" You choked as you tried to finish your sentence.

"Lovely please-" He silently begged as tears poured from his eyes, leaning into your hand desperately trying to feel your warmth that was quickly growing colder. "Don't leave me, please."

He held you tightly in his arms, rocking back and forth as if he could absorb you and keep you in his heart forever.

But no such thing happened.

You passed with the remnants of a smile still on your face. Your body lay still in his arms and he remembered the distinct moment when he couldn't hear your heart beat anymore.

When he was at his worsts he'd wish, if only he had just turned you despite you telling him not to. He would've dealt with the aftermath. He would've been okay with it if you never wanted to see him again as long as he knew you were alive.

More time passed and Vincent had finally gathered the courage to visit your grave from time to time. He still broke down when he came back to an empty house where you were no longer waiting for him, but he was trying his best.

Vincent got down on his knees and placed the bouquet of carnations near your stone, swiping away the stray leaves and dust that had gathered around it.

"It's been months Lovely, but it feels likes decades have passed. I struggle to even remember the sound of your voice now-" His voice cracked towards the end, tears pooling around his eyes like it was instinct. He couldn't even think about you without crumbling into pieces.

He didn't want you to see the pitiful state he was in where ever you were so he wiped away his tears and put on a brave face once more, facing your grave with a heavy heart.

"You're missed Lovely, and if missing you is pain then I am ready to be in that pain for the rest of my life. As long as it keeps a part of you in it. Anything as long as even a fragment of you is still there."

He placed his forehead on the gravestone, letting out muffled sobs.

"You aren't mine but I'll forever be yours."

#ao3 #fanfic #headcanons #redacted asmr #redacted headcanons #redacted audio #redacted lovely #redacted vincent #vincent x lovely #redacted darlin #redacted angel #redacted davey/angel #redacted david #vincent solaire #lovely #redactedverse #redacted inversion #redacted imperium

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slightlystupidhun · 1 year

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Playing Games

Listener plays popular pranks on some of the redacted guys. Im glad it’s becoming a series. So far I have done Milo, David, Asher, and Sam. lmk if you wanna see someone else and what prank to do.

Sam-

Darlin and Sam had a relationship that didn’t start in the most conventional way. Nonetheless their relationship didn’t seem to feel insecure. Sam and Darlin were comfortable with teasing one another and throwing light jabs at one another. This is why Darlin never had to stress to much about playing with Sam. They were both very playful in their relationship either way.

One night while Darlin was scrolling through their phone they saw a video pop up and an evil smirk played on their face. This is what they saw-

They knew that this task would be their new objective. They knew that Sam’s reaction would be worth it.

It was around 6:00 so they knew Sam had just woken up. Usually he laid in bed on his phone for a bit before he got up. They decided now was the time to strike. They walked up the stairs to his room trying to hide their mischievous giggles. They made it to the door and pushed it open, meeting Sam’s eyes.

“Hello Darlin,” he greeted looking up from his phone. He was already in the perfect position so they didn’t have to convince him to change anything.

“Howdy Cowboy.” He rolled his eyes at them as they crawled over to him and gave him a peck.

“How long have you been up?” He inquired.

“Not long, I had a pack meeting at 4:00 so I haven’t been up too long.”

“Got it.” He paused, “What’s with that look in your eyes? You fixin to do somethin?” They looked at him and didn’t say anything else. They quickly got in the position.

“Darlin what’re you doin- wha” he exclaimed as they turned him around. “Darlin- What’s this?” Had he not been a vamp his face would have been bright red.

“You blushing cowboy?” He glared at them.

“Darlin- I don’t blush you know that, and you better be careful cause I swear” they cut him off as they slapped his ass and quickly got up to run away cackling like a maniac. They knew he would catch up to them easily. Still they felt the need to at least attempt to escape. They made their way out of the house and quickly shifted, not caring that they were still in their outfit. They heard a whip move past them as they made their way past Vincent’s house. Sam’s vamp brother was sitting on his porch with his partner and started laughing.

“Go get ‘em cowboy!” Vincent yelled from his porch, earning a laugh from his partner. Sam shot him a glare.

The shifter quickly turned and made their way to the forest. They weaved through trees ducking around and under some stumps. They knew the only reason they were still running was because Sam was letting them. They needed to catch their breath so they ducked behind a tree quickly shifting back to human. They breathed heavily peeking out from behind the tree.

It was eerily silent, like something was waiting on them. They felt odd that they didn’t see Sam. They moved out from behind the tree and quietly snuck back, tracing their steps.

“Ahhh!” They let out a scream as their mate picked them up and threw them over his shoulder.

“You’re in timeout.” He said as he began the treck back home. They passed Vincent’s house again and saw him hand his partner 5 dollars.

“HAH! I told you two minutes!”

“Damnit Sam! You were supposed to play for a little longer! I said five!”

Sam shook his head as he continued to walk back home. Darlin knew that tonight would be fun, it always was with Sam.

#redacted asmr #redacted audios #sam x darlin #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted tank #redacted shaw pack #redacted solaire clan #redacted vincent #redacted lovely #vincent x lovely

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aestheticpearl · 1 year

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— 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] vincent solaire

“lovely please be careful” vincent is trying his best to keep his eyes on the road as you continue to stick your head out of the window to feel the chilling wind blow against your face.

“this feels amazing!” you shout to him, barely hearing yourself over the loud wind ringing in your overly sensitive eardrums.

the roads are empty and you feel like the only people in the world in this moment. it’s blissful for you, these kinds of drives are your favorite thing currently, you love being able to spend time with vincent and you have to admit it’s fun to listen to his blood pressure rise whenever he glances over at your figure practically hanging half way out of the window.

“vin you gotta try this!” he laughs.

“i can’t lovely, someone’s gotta watch the road”

you sit back down properly, head in the window and all.

“i’ll drive” he laughs again. “heyy what’s so funny mr i can’t park on a hill?” you smile at him.

“i can park on a hill, but that’s besides the point” you give him a look before he continues. “i love you very much but no way am i sticking my head out of the window while you drive, you’ll decapitate me or something”

“i would not! i’ll have you know i’m a great driver i can’t help it if i like going fast” you laugh.

“oh i know” you nudge him gently. “hey watch it i’m driving here”

“thank you for driving me around, it makes me feel alive”

“anything for you lovely”

you smile at him as he takes your hand gently, moments like these making you forget all the bad things that have happened in your life just for a couple of minutes at least. vincent has always been there for you and you’ve always been so grateful for him, you’re certain that you wouldn’t have made it this far without him.

“thank you for everything vincent, you make this new life worth living.”

“aw lovely you’re gonna make me cry, i wouldn’t want to live this life with anyone else.” you lean your head on his shoulder as you watch the road ahead.

“i love you lovely” he gives your hand a gently squeeze.

“i love you too.”

“maybe next time we’ll take the convertible then you can really feel the wind.” you know he’s joking but you can’t help but feel a little excited.

“i would love that!”

“or maybe one that has a sunroof?” he suggests.

“yes! i’ve always thought having a sunroof in a car was peak luxury that and having a tv screen in it” vincent can’t help but chuckle at the statement.

“for me it was double door refrigerators.”

“ooo that’s a good one.”

“and now i have one which feels pretty cool.” you start playing with his hand while listening, note to self try to get vincent to agree to letting you do his nails. “it all feels so surreal”

“what having a double door refrigerator?”

“no” he laughs at the comment. “being with you”

“how so?”

“you’re just so perfect, i’m glad i totally broke covert to talk to you. lovely, you are worth filling out that long form over and over again.” you feel your heart squeeze at the statement mostly because those papers are a pain to fill out.

“that means so much vincent, i love you so much” he smiles.

“i love you more lovely” he says before placing a quick kiss on your lips and then quickly turning back to face the road.

you feel at peace with vincent, there’s no where else you’d rather be right now.

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artbykays · 1 year

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Yalllll I’m getting an other tattoo (this will make three) next week and it’s funny cause it’s a vampire tattoo. It’s those cheap plastic fangs you win at arcades, and in the middle it says “bite me ❤️” in red…

I think Vincent would be very intrigued with it. I just can’t decide where I want it. On my things or my non tatted arm

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gingerbreadmonsters · 2 years

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ivory tower

or: the tale of vincent and lovely, as written in blood with a shiny silver fountain pen.

reprinted from a strange book of fairytales, donated by an anonymous source. gn!reader, fairytale fluff, no content warnings. major spoilers for all parts of vincent and lovely’s storyline up to and including april 2022 (“your vampire … about feeding”), plus a few extra little details from me. the course of true love never did run smooth. vincent finding his happy ending in 5000 words or less.

once upon a time, there was a handsome prince.

the prince lived with his father, the king, in a great palace that stretched high into the sky. the palace was renowned for its beautiful gardens and jewel-tipped spires, and the tallest tower was so tall that it could be seen by all the people of the land.

the people loved their king, and their prince as well, for the king had ruled justly for many years and ensured peace and prosperity throughout his domain. indeed, the royal family was much beloved across the realm, and even the people of the neighbouring kingdoms thought fondly of the good king and his son.

the prince’s life was very good, and he spent his days doing all of the things that princes of his age were supposed to do - mingling with the lords and ladies of the kingdom, helping his father manage his many lands, enjoying himself with all the pleasures and luxuries of high society.

and so, the years went by without a trace. the sun rose and set, the king ruled justly, and the kingdom prospered.

and through it all, through the many long years, vincent solaire was unhappy.

“vincent? you there?”

sam’s voice. is he really back already?

“thought you were keepin’ watch tonight. everything alright?” he’s too kind. vincent’s fuse has been shorter than usual lately, and he can’t quite figure out why. even alexis has started to comment on it, and considering how famous her delightful temperament is, that’s definitely a bad sign.

“yeah, it’s fine. i was just about to head out.”

he scoops his car keys off the coffee table and walks over to the door to get his jacket. he’s only on patrol for a few hours - when he’s done, he’ll head straight to the bar downtown, the one with the inchoate bartender. maybe that will fix him.

“see you later, yeah?” actually, maybe he ought to go back to that new place a few blocks further down instead. the air elemental behind the bar in there doesn’t do as good a peach daiquiri, but unlike the other bartender, he doesn’t know that vincent’s been out drinking almost every night this week. if he’s honest, it doesn’t really matter where he goes - there’s always someone (or two, or five) who wants to have some fun. he’ll be able to satiate all of his thirsts at once.

he doesn’t shut the door behind him, too busy thinking about the night ahead.

sam watches him leave, a single shadow passing under the looming, twisted remains of SURGE, and he doesn’t say a word.

the prince, you see, had been very lonely for a very long time.

unbeknownst to many, the royal family possessed a special sort of magic, passed down through blood, which granted its bearer many strange and mystical powers. one of these powers was life and youth everlasting, and while many considered it a blessing, the prince saw it as his greatest curse.

he had his father, but the king was a busy man, and the prince often felt as though his father regretted having a son who was as unhappy as he. his elder sister, the king’s first child and the princess of the realm, was far more spirited and headstrong - the two siblings quarrelled often, and every time, the prince longed for her true companionship, rather than her ire.

he was amiable enough among the nobility, liking to spend time with his close companion, a stern but kind duke who had grown up in a kingdom to the south and shared the gift of immortal life, and whom the prince considered to be a brother to him. the duke’s friendship was treasured greatly by the prince, yet it was not enough to soothe the aching in his heart.

for many years, the prince wandered the halls of his father’s great palace, with neither aim nor purpose. nothing could satisfy his restlessness - not magnificent feasts, or splendid dances, or lavish gifts. there was simply no passion in the unhappy prince, and his days passed with no event or distinction.

doomed to an eternity of solitude, he saw no purpose in his life, and envied the people outside of the castle for their short but happy lives. every day, as was his custom, he would journey to the top of the tallest tower, and gaze from the jewel-encrusted windowsill at the world moving on without him.

however, all of this ended on an warm night in the middle of autumn, when the prince’s life would be changed forever.

he had been walking in the palace gardens, half-heartedly admiring the fountains, when he turned the corner to see a figure in the middle of the path. this was highly unusual, as the gardens were forbidden to visitors without an official escort, and the silhouette was not that of a servant or a guard.

the figure did not notice him, and as he stepped forward it became clear that they were staring up at the palace in wonder. he approached the stranger, and upon speaking to them, realised that they did not recognise him as the prince of the realm.

the figure was a traveller, who lived in a faraway part of the kingdom, and who had come after hearing rumours of the strange, ethereal beauty of the wonderful palace, but had become hopelessly lost on their way. they had seen the jewelled tip of the tallest tower sparkling in the moonlight, and in their haste to reach the gates of the palace, had accidentally entered the gardens through an unlocked side gate.

the prince was fascinated by the traveller, and by their earnest nature and great beauty. not knowing who he was, the traveller spoke plainly to him, and the prince was overcome with joy at the thought of having a friend with whom he could speak freely, and who honestly enjoyed his company.

alas, he could hear the palace guards patrolling nearby, and knew that his time with the lovely traveller would be cut short. the prince hurried the traveller back to the gate which they had entered from, and told them to return to their lodgings for the night.

he asked for their name, which they gave, and told them that he would soon come to see them, if they would only have patience.

the traveller nodded and quickly departed, and the prince was left standing in the silent gardens, smiling to himself in the jewel-coloured moonlight.

“lovely, your timer’s going!”

“okay, coming!” you come running out of the bedroom, half-dressed and still damp from the shower, straight to the counter to grab your oven gloves. will is coming over for tea and a chat this afternoon, and you’ve been busy getting everything ready - including making things to snack on, despite the fact that you’re the only one who actually needs to eat.

(he’s told you a thousand times that will literally could not care less, and he’d be just as happy talking shit with you in the mcdonald’s down by the roundabout, but you always insist on making an effort.)

(he’s under strict instruction not to tell anyone, but will’s taken to calling you his favourite progeny - vincent’s a teeny bit jealous, seeing as that’s normally his title, but honestly? he doesn’t blame the old man. the whole clan loves you if he’s honest, the precious human darling of the solaire clan, and he’s so incredibly lucky to have the honour of being with you.)

while he’s distracted, you nudge him out of the way with your hip so you can put the muffin tin on the cooling rack. you’ve made jam tarts, and while the jam is positively molten at the moment, he’s sure they’ll be delicious once they’ve cooled down a bit. he’ll try and steal one when you’re not looking, even though he knows that somehow you’ll notice and smack him with the tea towel.

(sam’s really the one who likes your jam tarts the best, even though he’s busy today and can’t come. vincent suspects that it’s mostly because of some sort of ironic blood/jam comparison, but he can’t lie - it is quite funny seeing sam panic because he’s got jam all over his hands and he can’t find a tissue anywhere.)

“don’t think i don’t see you! they’re hot!”

“come on, lovely, he won’t notice one missi- ow! hey, okay, okay, i’m not touching!”

foiled again… how do you always know? he plucks the tea towel out of your hand and turns your chin gently with his fingertips, leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose as you turn the oven off.

“you’re a lost cause, mr solaire.” he can hear your smile as you say it, and it makes his undead heart race.

“oh, i’m well aware, little one. how about a kiss for this incorrigible knave of hearts then?”

you pull him closer with sticky, jam-covered fingers, and neither of you says anything for a little while.

the prince and his traveller came to know one another well, and very soon they had fallen in love. the prince would visit the traveller almost every day, and before long the whole palace had heard about his lovely companion.

his father was especially pleased, as he had seen how desperately miserable his son had become, but had been unable to free him from the loneliness that had gripped him. it did not matter to him that the traveller was not of noble blood, or that they had known nothing of his son’s status - indeed, the king and the traveller both enjoyed the company of the other greatly, and quickly bonded over their shared affection for the prince.

for a short while, all was well for the unhappy prince. his traveller love helped him to rediscover the joy that his life had lacked, and much to the prince’s excitement, his darling and his brother the duke quickly became fast friends.

unfortunately, a dark shadow soon fell upon the lives of the prince and his love.

one evening, after the prince had departed from the traveller’s lodgings and set off for the palace, a strange man snuck into the traveller’s room and stole them away to a secret place he had prepared, intent on keeping them as his prisoner.

this thief was in fact one of the prince’s retainers, a secretly wicked and sadistic man who had overheard his moonlit meeting with the traveller and coveted their sweet smile for himself. his secret chamber was in fact an abandoned cell underneath the east wing of the palace, freezing cold and with no hope of being discovered.

the prince was distraught when he returned to the traveller’s rooms the next morning, and though he, his brother the duke, and all of the palace guards searched high and low, the traveller was nowhere to be found.

the traveller wept and despaired, far below the earth, and shouted desperately for the prince to save them. but the thief was cruel and revelled in their screams, and kept them as his prisoner while he partook in his despicable fantasy.

terrified and alone, the traveller knew that they could not be saved by even their beloved prince, hidden as they were. as the thief taunted them, their fury grew and grew until it overflowed from their very being, and this power broke them free of the thief’s restraints and wounded the wicked man until he was helpless to attack them.

the traveller was very frightened, not understanding the strange power that had arisen within them.

miraculously, the prince had been pacing frantically in the east wing just overhead, and had heard the commotion - he rushed to his lover’s aid, and when he saw the thief cowering against the wall, the prince did not hesitate to draw his sword and remove his vile head from his body.

he took his darling into his arms, and saw that their lovely face was filled with fear. he explained to them the power that had saved them - unbeknownst to anyone, they had possessed since birth the gift of the arcane arts, and the blessing of lightning in their blood had protected them from evil.

as the prince held his traveller love, he swore that harm would never come to them again, for as long as he lived.

“have you seen my magical history textbook anywhere?”

“uh, i think it’s i-”

“never mind, i found it!”

exams are coming up, which means that you and vincent have spent most of the last few days drowning in textbooks, revision guides, and practice papers. the kitchen table has barely been visible for the last two days, covered in notebooks and empty coffee cups, and vincent’s thoroughly fed up with the whole thing.

he looks up from his laptop to see you rifling through an abandoned pile of papers, history textbook cradled in the crook of your elbow, and decides that enough is enough.

“that’s it. you’re coming with me.”

you stare at him, half out of his chair and gulping down the rest of his (once-warm) coffee. “but we have t-”

“nope,” vincent declares as he ushers you over onto the sofa, “we’ve done plenty of that for the weekend. you are going to sit there and turn on the tv while i get the blankets from over there, and then i am going to utterly destroy you at mario kart.”

well, you’ve never been able to turn down a challenge like that. “bring it on, lover boy. it looks like you’ve forgotten how last time ended-”

“no no no, the only reason i got hit by that green shell was because somebody got a little bit competitive and accidentally gave me a static shock just as i was about t-”

this goes on for about ten minutes before either of you remember you were actually supposed to be playing the game, work all but forgotten, and vincent does not, in fact, totally destroy you.

(the convenient elbow to his side just before he launches a blue shell at you has nothing to do with it.)

and so, the unhappy prince found peace with his traveller once again, even after the terrible ordeal that the cruel thief had inflicted upon them. the lovely traveller began in earnest to study the arcane arts, and soon discovered the vastness and wondrousness of the mysterious power within them.

the prince, ever devoted to his love, vowed to assist them in their studies in any way that he could - the pair could often be found within the palace library, discussing at length the many tomes and manuscripts that were held there, or rushing about the halls of the royal academy of the arcane arts.

at first, the magic was strange and alarming to the traveller, who had never encountered such forces in the world. but they were patient and dedicated, and through their efforts came to love the lightning inside of them, for not only its power but the comfort it brought to them also.

however, for all their kindness and their love for one another, neither the traveller nor the prince were to know about the terrible tragedy that would befall them in the coming months.

the time soon came for the great contest between kingdoms. every year, a meeting was held at which the finest practitioners of magic would compete for the entertainment of the people, where they would demonstrate their arcane mastery and the strength of their convictions in the name of their realm.

this year, the competition was to be held in the great arena of the neighbouring kingdom to the prince’s own. the traveller heard of this competition, and although they longed to display the immense magical power that they had learnt to embrace, they were afraid that all of their talents would pale in comparison to those who had studied far longer than they.

the prince soon comforted them, assuring them of his support, and the lovely traveller’s talents allowed them to quickly be accepted into the great contest.

busy as he was, the king could not leave his realm to join his son and his darling traveller on their journey to the competition. but before they set out, he took them both into his arms and kissed them on both cheeks, and wished the traveller well in their endeavours.

the prince’s friend, the southern duke, also accompanied the pair - he was trusted greatly by both as a loyal friend, and it brought the brave traveller much joy to know that they had found true companionship among the prince’s family.

when the three arrived, the arena was filled with skilled magicians from kingdoms far and wide. the prince and the duke were taken to a special viewing box for the representatives of their kingdom, and although he longed to be with his love in the moments before they competed, the prince’s faith in his traveller’s vast power and resolve kept him steady.

“max amperage contestants are called to zone 1. that’s all max amperage contestants, please make your way to zone number 1. the category will begin shortly.”

the tunnels underneath the arena are packed with contestants, and it’s honestly a little intimidating - you can’t go five steps without bumping into another nervous earth elemental, or overconfident sonic energetic, or exhausted freelancer.

the other members of the DAMN electro team are occupying most of the corridor to your right, and the ones that are about to compete with you are still warming up by the wall. you’ve finished with your warmup, not wanting to exert yourself too much before the actual competition, but now the nerves are starting to set in and it's freaking you out a bit.

“all contestants for magnetics categories, please stand by. that’s all magnetics contestants, please stand by.”

the floor and walls are all made of that hard, smooth linoleum stuff that looks all bright and colourful, and even though it’s nice and cool against your back where you’re leaning on it, it’s unfortunately good for amplifying the sounds of chatter and excitement in the corridors. it’s all a bit overwhelming - the lights, the noise, the heat of the crowded tunnel, and you take a hurried swig of water before rushing after the DAMN electro squad captain towards the zone 1 waiting area.

the sunlight blinds you for a moment, but the air is cool compared to the tacky closeness of the tunnels, and it feels good to finally be out in the arena proper. the squad captain is giving a last-minute pep talk, and you peel off your (delightfully soft, it has to be said) squad jacket while she’s talking.

the sun is warm on your skin, and you take a moment to breathe, feeling a little bit like a solar-powered battery.

it feels even better when you turn around and look up to spot the conspicuously dark viewing box overhead. you can’t see inside, but you plaster on a big grin and wave enthusiastically at the windows. somehow, knowing that there’s probably an overexcited vampire leaning up against the glass and recording every minute on his phone to take home and show william, you don’t feel as frightened any more.

the lovely traveller was soon called to stand in the centre of the great arena, and reveal their powers before the crowd. steeling their courage, the traveller summoned all of the lightning they could muster, and cast it into the air with a mighty yell - all those who saw it were amazed at the raw power of the traveller, and despite fierce competition they were declared the second-place champion of their art.

the prince was filled to the brim with pride at the sight of his sweet traveller, and as soon as they stumbled from the circle to reach him, he kissed them deeply and praised them at length for their performance. the duke, too, was highly impressed, and offered his sincere congratulations also.

the traveller was called back to the centre of the arena to receive their medal, and the prince and the duke gazed proudly down at the stage from their faraway box. it seemed, for one shining moment, that all would be well for the traveller and their prince.

all at once, a wave of darkness engulfed the arena, obscuring the sky in such a way that the sunlight struggled to reach the ground. the earth shook with a mighty tremble, and the sky above the arena tore open to reveal a black, unnatural void. the crowd panicked, terrified, and hurried to escape, but the arena had been sealed shut with dark magic, and they could not break free. from the great tear in the sky, a plague of terrifying creatures with the faces of monsters and the powers of death descended upon the arena with a fearsome screech.

the prince and the duke drew their swords, and joined the royal guards of the host kingdom as they rushed to the aid of the frantic crowds. they fought valiantly and saved a great many people, but the prince’s mind was consumed with thoughts of his traveller, and despite their arcane skill he could not help but fear for them.

when he reached the traveller, they were exhausted, having defended those around them from the wicked monsters with their powers of lightning. he spurred them on, and they battled side-by-side as best they could, but the demons from the sky were fierce and refused to die - the pair knew that they would soon be overwhelmed.

one of the horrible beasts leapt at the prince and began to attack him, but before its vile claws could pierce his flesh, the traveller - in their true love for the prince - used their last burst of energy to strike the creature with lightning and rip it from his body.

the prince turned to thank them, but before he could speak, a second beast appeared unseen, and grasped the defenceless traveller in its demonic fist. the traveller struggled, but the monster was too strong, and dealt the traveller a devastating blow as the prince drove his sword through its wicked heart, killing it for good.

the prince knelt beside his bloodied traveller, and wept with despair when he saw the fatal wound that had befallen them - the duke, hearing the prince’s cry, hurried to his side.

the prince held his lover’s body close, begging them to stay alive and by his side, as the duke realised what would have to be done.

“lovely, i know you can’t hear me.”

“lovely, i’m so sorry.”

“i love you more than anything in the world, and i hate that i had to do this to you. my lovely, you didn’t deserve this. you didn’t deserve to be turned like me, dying in the dirt, in pain and afraid.”

“you’re safe, now. we’re at home, in our bed. the blood is taking, and your body’s reacting to the change. all you have to do now is sleep.”

“i couldn’t let you die.”

“sam is safe, and he’s with his wolf at his house. will knows about us, and he’s ready to help when the time comes. the clan is with you, lovely, and they love you too.”

“i will move heaven and earth for you, and you will never be afraid again.”

“i swear it on my life. every everlasting day of it.”

the traveller awoke, and while they were sleeping, the world had changed around them.

the tearful prince was there at their bedside, and explained what had happened as he took them into his arms, grateful for their survival.

the dark magic that had sealed the gates and released the demons upon the arena was the work of an evil clan of assassins, who sought only to spread destruction and grief across the land. the seal had been broken and the creatures vanquished by a vast crowd of good magicians, who had seen the chaos from across the city, but the devastation had been great and many had already lost their lives.

the traveller’s wounds had been fatal, and they had come within a whisper of death. but the prince, in his desperation, had called upon the ancient magics of the royal family to save them, as he could not lose his love so soon.

the magic had saved their life, but in order to do so, it had taken the blessing of lighting from their blood, and replaced it with its own mysterious power. they would live eternally, like the prince, but the lightning inside them that they loved so much would forever be weak and pale, never to return to its former splendour.

the lovely traveller was distraught, and screamed aloud in frustration at the unfairness of it all - the prince let them grieve the life they had wanted, and vowed that even if it broke his heart, he would let the traveller leave him forever if they could not bear the sight of him, the man who had forced eternity upon them.

they did not force the prince to leave, or demand that he apologise. the traveller knew that he had acted out of love, and that this course had been the only way to preserve their life. they knew this, and they did not blame him, for they loved him still.

the traveller had only one request, and the prince saw it done immediately - he carried them to sit by the window, and all at once they saw that they were atop the tallest tower of the palace, watching the world move on before them.

the jewelled windowsill sparkled in the light, and the sweet traveller thought only of that first, moonlit meeting - that secret moment in the palace garden when their life had changed forever.

the prince, too, thought of that moment, and as the lovers cried in their embrace, the world outside could not hear them. they were too far away.

"holy f- lovely, you're going to give me a heart attack one of these days!"

you give him that stupidly adorable fake-pout, but the effect is somewhat ruined by the laughter that keeps slipping out. "can we even get those any more?"

he's… actually, he has no idea. "well, not that i've heard of - but i might be the first!"

you’ve been getting used to your new body and its senses, which is objectively good news, except for the part where you can now successfully surprise vincent and scare him half to death. he’s used to being able to hear you coming, what with his senses being much sharper than yours, but now you can hear and see just as well - it makes it a lot easier to sneak up on him when he’s distracted.

you’ve been using this power for evil, and while vincent’s convinced that he’s going to die of fear one of these days if you scare him while he’s brushing his teeth again, he’s glad that you’ve been able to find some levity in your new life.

“oh, poor baby. let me kiss it better?”

“well, i suppose it couldn’t hurt - or at least it shouldn’t when baby vampires keep their fangs to themselves…” he’s not going to let you forget that - you’d got a bit too excited about kissing him, and nearly put your fangs right through his tongue before he’d pulled you away by the scruff of the neck like an unruly cat.

“look, that was one time- don’t tell me you didn’t do that the first time you kissed someone when you were like this!”

he grimaces, remembering the poor elemental who’s lip he’d had to heal during an especially exciting night out in the months after he’d been turned. “touché, lovely. it’s true, you’re not the first to have teething problems.”

“exactly. now, are you going to let me kiss you, or do i have to scare you again?”

unsurprisingly, vincent chooses the former option.

and so, the unhappy prince and his lovely traveller’s lives were changed forever. the traveller came to live in the palace with their new family, and the king rejoiced to see that his son had found a companion to share his immortal life with.

the duke, too, was filled with delight at the fortune that had befallen his brother the prince, despite the heavy cost, and he remained a steady friend to the pair for as long as they would live.

it was not long before news was spread across the many kingdoms of the wedding of the prince and the traveller, and people came from far and wide to see the union of the two lovers who had suffered so, and yet had found happiness in each other. the wedding was a grand affair, with much music and dancing and merriment - when he saw his precious traveller, the prince wept for joy to marry them, and it was clear to all who saw him how greatly he adored them.

the celebrations lasted long into the night, and as the first rays of sun broke over the kingdom, the prince gathered his love into his arms and carried them up to the top of the tallest tower, where they might see the dawn of their new future together.

yes, as the moon rose in the sky, vincent solaire took his vampire lovely by the hand and kissed them atop the jagged remains of SURGE, cool light glinting off the ruined metal, and he was unhappy no longer.

and so, in the light of day and the dark of night, in the sweet union of blood and friendship and family, the unhappy prince and the lovely traveller lived happily ever after.

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this is an original work by @gingerbreadmonsters - please do not repost or misattribute

#redacted asmr #redacted vincent #redacted lovely #vincent x lovely #vincent x reader #redacted fluff #redactedasmr #ginger writes #gingerbreadmonsters

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dominimoonbeam · 2 years

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snippet sunday ????😋😋😋

Thank you so much for asking!

Right now most of what I'm sitting on his none-fanfic stuff and fic prompts that will be posted SOON.

But I do have a tiny bit of a Vincent/Lovely piece I want to do about the two of them right after the Adam incident. Hope you like it! <3

tw: hurt/comfort fic, recovery, mentions of abuse.

They hadn’t held his gaze in days. He noticed. How could he not notice? But how could he not understand too? They’d been tranced by Adam that whole time he had them.

They still had a scar on their lip, one of the ones that had been too old to heal completely, cut and cut over and over in the day they were missing. A day. Vincent did not stare at it or ask about it. He had seen them before Sam healed them as best as he could. Their mouth had been cut up from Adam’s teeth, razor slices from biting kisses.

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #sunday snippet #vincent x lovely #<3 #dominimoonbeam #hurt/comfort

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nerodivergentgrimreaper · 2 years

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Redacted Playlists Part 2

Part 1

I made a bunch of playlists of what I think each of the redacted music tastes are. These are public so you can like them and listen to them as much as you please.

Disclaimer: These are my opinion

Vincent: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/64sqhbWICbotsG9LLjbQcA?si=aT_xJDGTT7as8ok6c6cE5g

Lovely: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/345SvcoVismi4sjSO7ZqET?si=l0K-3HHhTCm2pEV-t0luIA

Freelancer: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1HuO7gEJnpp0Gt3xZjM4N9?si=3LUvfu7QRoyy5kd3xnq9Ng

Gavin: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5qtsZ44qMBjOf4SwCI1Tyr?si=Bm0YA7tQTZ6x2a3y0spbMg

Lasko: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2IgdwVUM0x6by0VMXmfaat?si=alvmur5YR-GI5hv8FxKw-g

Damian: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/51ljZL3tCVx1RD1vSxc8AL?si=waKw9ee9Ri2W9R8UAaUOuQ

Geordi: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2s343TarGDWyHaqNNTuA9v?si=1DjsrLA7QmG3eHsNlKA9Wg

Cutie: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/09ClKhleK0FJd1A3TiOekp?si=xpuHCWotSf6ORTE-xP6BxA

#redacted asmr #redacted vincent #redacted lovely #redacted lasko #redacted huxley #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin #redacted geordi #redacted damien #redacted cutie #damian x huxley #freelancer x gavin #vincent x lovely #geordi x cutie #redacted david #redactedverse #redacted milo #redacted sam #redactedownsme

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the-sugar-crash · 2 years

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Vincent really had the right idea for recognizing that him apologizing to Lovely over and over for what happened with Adam was wrong, because he was right. When you keep apologizing for something that wasn’t in your control, it just puts a burden on the person who was actually hurt to try and comfort you, when they need to focus on healing.

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scmoobly · 1 year

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idk if you’re still doing the anonymous thing about hc’s but i have one. since stranger died in the accident in 2000, i can’t help but wonder if a certain little lovely could have been born on february 13th, 2000. something something brachium could have some kind of influence on it or something like that, but it could definitely line up with the timeline considering lovely would have been around 20 the time they and vincent met. idk much to think about

I've pinned the post now so if anyone has any thoughts/hcs feel free to keep sharing them with me :))

I've wondered about stranger quite a lot as well even though they only appeared in a single video. I felt really bad for how things ended for them and the trauma it probably gave Vincent. I really enjoy this theory because in a way Vincent got to keep his promise to stranger since he has protected Lovely at every turn within his capabilities. I definitely cannot confirm anything timeline-vice but if anyone does have an accurate one I'd love to see it.

Hugs for anon🫂

#redacted vincent #redacted lovely #vincent x lovely #vincent solaire #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #headcanons #redacted solaire clan #redacted william

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nanowatzophina · 1 year

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