#((and in this case living through the centuries alone as a vampire and worrying about others finding out!))

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"You didn't tell us your new friend was a philosopher, lad!" Wilhelm commented from his seat with a sly smile, at which Randall (now blushing from both this remark and Emily leaning into his embrace) smiled shyly himself, shooting his father a little look (a look the Pace patriarch seemed pleased to have received) before he returned his focus to her, very gingerly wrapping his arm around her.

As he did so, his mother and father exchanged looks themselves; looks of pleasant surprise at Emily's thoughts on the matter. Maybe they should've seen it coming (though they hadn't known the young woman long, it was very clear to them early on what kind of person she was), but still, it nonetheless surprised them to hear this perspective. Too often had they been scorned by churchgoing peers for their lack of funds, a struggle with addiction, a mother working outside the home...it was hard not to let those harsh looks and even harsher words get to them, to tell the truth.

But it was clear to them that their boy's new sweetheart was not like those neighbors, who thought themselves so much better than them when on their way to the chapel in their Sunday best. No, she was a sweet girl, with a good nature and an open heart-and they hoped to have more quiet nights at their home with her like this in the near future.

#((god; absolute triple threat of 'poor emily'-the bittersweet trilogy!)) #((although all of the rps did (and in this case will) end happily; she's still had to go through a LOT to get there)) #((being mauled and left for dead; being propelled back in time without warning)) #((and in this case living through the centuries alone as a vampire and worrying about others finding out!)) #((obviously working through their troubles makes the happy ending all the more worthwhile)) #((but even so...the amount of heartache emily has been through in all three of these)) #((it just makes my heart go out to her! poor emily indeed!)) #outofhatboxes #beatingheart-bride #V:Dark Shadows

[effloradox]

Bella struggles to get used to how quiet it is in the Cullen household. It's a house resided in by a family of vampires with superspeed and more grace than a human being could ever possess so the silence makes sense, but it's still a jarring thing for her to come to terms with, especially after living with Charlie.

Edward doesn't leave her in the house by herself very often, in fact she could probably count the number of times it's happened on one hand. This had been one of those rare occasions. When Edward had received a call from Rosalie to come and pick her and Emmett up from somewhere in town, Bella had insisted he go alone. That she'd be fine in the house by herself for an hour or so. He'd hesitated, but Rosalie had insisted on him leaving straight away, and he'd begrudgingly left Bella by herself.

It's an opportunity she won't let go to waste. What better time could she have to snoop around and see all the mementoes and belongings of this family that had lived through centuries in some cases. Esme had promised to give her a tour at some point but she figured there was no harm in getting a preliminary look.

What she wasn't expecting was to start walking downstairs and spot Jasper and (Y/N) curled up together on one of the couches in the living room. She'd jumped at the sight, worried for a brief moment that they'd notice her and bolt, but when they give no visible indication of seeing her, she stayed put.

Jasper and his mate are still a bit of a mystery to her, even after being acquainted with the Cullens for a few months. She knows about their abilities and has benefitted from both of them. Jasper's ability to change emotions and (Y/N)'s ability to manipulate dreams have been incredibly useful in stopping Bella from being haunted by nightmares of that night in Phoenix. She knows parts of their history as well, how (Y/N) is the youngest vampire in the Olympic Coven at a mere 34 years old, and how Jasper has been alive since the 19th century, but they've never been the most forthcoming about spending time around her. She's chalked it up to their wavering control around human blood and never took any real offence to it, but it's nice to see them and not have them visibly tense as soon as she's within proximity to them.

"You're really something, you know that?" The soft sound of Jasper's southern drawl fills the air and Bella finds herself flinching in surprise once again. She quietly sits down at the top of the stairs, barely able to see the two of you in the hopes that you can't see her. You didn't seem to be doing much, just spending time together. In a way it's nice to see you both so at ease. It's a stark contrast to her first impression of the two of you.

"Yeah?" The way the two of you look at each other can only be described as lovestruck. It's full of adoration and you can tell from one look that the two of you are soulmates. Bella knows that you're not the only couple in the coven but it's rare for any of the others to look at each other the way the two of you do. It's sweet, and she hopes that one day she and Edward will look at each other like that.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too." The two of you shift so you're even closer together even though to do so seems like it would be impossible before something in the air changes. You must hear something Bella can't as the bubble the two of you were existing in seems to pop in an instant and Bella watches as Jasper's eyes shift to the front door and yours shift to her. She rises to her feet in an instant, mortified at being caught watching the two of you in what was clearly a private moment.

It's only when she hears the sound of a car driving onto the gravel outside the front of the house that she realises what has happened. Edward, Rosalie, and Emmett walk through the front door moments later and when she dares to walk down the stairs she finds the couch you were occupying vacant. When Edward asks why she's standing on the stairs, it's all she can do to mutter an excuse about being thirsty, her eyes never leaving the empty couch.

#did i think i would be writing for twilight in the year 2023? no #am i doing it anyway? yes #my writing #jasper hale x reader #jasper cullen x reader #twilight x reader #drabbles

[sunshineyuuji]

Hi I’m glad you’re feeling better. I was wondering if you could write a Dazai x a gender neutral MC where he finds out the reader has depression but also finds out the reader has healthy coping mechanisms and they talk and teach him about it.

Thank you

❤️❤️❤️

"I want a happy ending with you..."

Characters: Osamu Dazai

Warnings: depression, overthinking, insecurities, coping with depression, mentions of reader not eating, gn!reader, mentions of suicide (Dazai's death), maybe bad English?, idk if Dazai will be ooc but just in case, brief mention of panic attacks, it's quite long, ngl;

Notes: hello, Nani~! Thank you so much for worrying~ ♡. I'm happy that you requested, though I must say you caught me by surprise with this request. Personally, as someone who deals with depression, I don't know if I have a coping mechanism for depression? I just try and distract myself from overthinking? (Never ignore your feelings, please. Look for someone willing to hear you) But I'm glad I can talk about this. Also, I'll be speaking from MY experience dealing with depression so I want to be clear that not everyone deals with depression the same way just in case anyone gets confused, ok? Well, I hope I can do this without fucking up. And sorry if it's too long for your liking and uhhh maybe the end is a bit rushed?? Idk, I'm sorry. And sorry for posting this so late!

Osamu Dazai isn't only known for his amazing and shocking books, but also because of his tragic ending. He died by committing suicide with his lover, Tomie Yamazaki, on June 13, 1948. But an opportunity came and Le Comte de Saint-Germain gave him the chance to continue living as a vampire moments before his death... And he accepted.

It is well known that Osamu Dazai battled with depression most of his life, attempting suicide more than once. His decision of living as an immortal is still a mystery.

But he doesn't regret being an immortal being, not now that he met you. You were the most beautiful and extraordinary person in his eyes and nothing could change his mind. You were gorgeous and deserved to be treated like royalty. You were his light.

But he was no fool. Though he always seemed silly and loved to tease, that didn't mean he was a fool, on the contrary. Of all thr guests in the mansion, he was the most observant and attentive to any physical or emotional change in other people. And he knew damn well what you were thinking or feeling.

Depression. You were battling with depression, just like he was.

It all started with the panic attacks you started to have when you arrived at the mansion. I mean, who wouldn't be anxious? You were all alone stuck in another century in a mansion full of men. And if that wasn't scary enough, those men were vampires. You had all the right to be anxious.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first. I mean, he helped you to accommodate in the mansion and was always there to get a smile out of you, but he didn't really think anything else about the panic attacks.

That was until the sudden episodes started.

They started out of nowhere. The night before you could be giggling and dancing with all the guests in the house then the next day in the morning you were oddly quiet. The forced smile on your face when any of the guests were talking, but as soon as they took their eyes off of you, your smile would disappear and you would remain silent again while you stared into space.

When you two started dating, he noticed more about you that just screamed what you were going through. You were always overthinking about the most simple things and were constantly insecure, asking yourself is you were good enough for him or if you could ever make him happy. Then he noticed that you barely slept at night, but always felt sleepy during the day. But what made him step in was when you refused to eat your meal once when you clearly didn't eat all day.

Dazai knew what was going on inside your head and, while he didn't know how to help himself, he wanted to help you because if he helped you he could be better. So he decided to talk to you about it.

"Oh, that..." you whispered, not knowing how to talk about it. "Yes, I'm aware that I did wrong on skipping my meal today... That's why I'm going for a walk."

Anyone else wouldn't have thought anything of what you said, but not Dazai. Dazai felt his chest sink as you said the words "go for a walk." He didn't know if you also had those thoughts and, although he had resorted to double suicide on multiple occasions, he tried to ignore those thoughts and if he dragged you along with him he would lose you forever.

"I'll go with you." he offered, hiding his fear in a smile. "How impolite of me it would be to let you walk alone at this time of the afternoon, don't you think?"

You stayed a few long seconds in silence, contemplating if nothing would happen if he went with you. In the end you agreed to his offer with the thought in mind that maybe, just maybe, this walk could help him too.

"But eat something first." he ordered, his tone still soft and gentle. "I won't let you leave until you eat something."

Although little, you were able to eat the delicious dinner that you had helped Sebastian make. You ate quickly because you wanted to go out and clear your mind. You didn't want to, you had to.

"Can we please go to a walk now?" you pleaded and Dazai had no choice but to go out with you. Using the door, of course. Through the window it was going to be difficult for you.

Dusk came and the sky was painted a set of orange and purple colors. The atmosphere was perfect for a date like those you two used to have from time to time, but today was going to be an exception.

You both walked in silence without any exact destination. Dazai expected you to say something to him, but you only admired the beautiful surroundings. What distracted you was a quiet and lonely children's park. You looked at Dazai, and without waiting for an answer, you walked over to the swings and began to swing.

"Come sit with me." you called out to him while smiling softly.

He quickly sits on the swing next to you and rocks with you. You both enjoy the relaxing atmosphere, the afternoon breeze, and the soft laughter that you both let out. For a moment, you both forgot the real reason you had come out. You felt happy to be able to enjoy this moment with him, even though you knew that this joy would vanish for the moment, but you didn't care. At this precise moment, you didn't care because you knew that the reason for your happiness was Dazai.

But... You stopped. You stopped because even though you were happy with him, you had to talk to him. You continued to rock, but your laughter stopped.

"Dazai, love." you called, causing him to stop.

"Yes?" he answered.

"You know... I know that you better than anyone can understand what's happening to me. These sudden mood swings and so on..."

Dazai stopped swinging on the swing and looked at you. He didn't know what to answer you, although what you said was true: Dazai could understand you better than anyone.

"Sometimes I go out to distract myself." you continued talking. "I'm always looking for something to distract myself and try not to get consumed by it. I'm trying, I swear."

That piqued his curiosity. Distract you? Did that work? He personally never knew how to deal with his depression, since he lived in other times, but he was interested in knowing how you managed to deal with it.

"What things do you do to distract yourself?" Dazai asked interested.

"Oh! Well... I sometimes sneak to hear Mozart playing, which relaxes me." you started to explain a little embarrassed. "Or I bake too. Sometimes sleeping helps."

"That's... I didn't know there were ways to help deal with this." Dazai admitted, fascinated. "So you do things you like to distract and relax yourself?"

"That's correct." you gave him a small smile.

"I see... Can I try something like that too?" Dazai asked.

"Of course! Just look for things that can relax you." you recommended.

"Writing works... And spending time with you."

You blushed when you heard what he said and lowered your head, smiling.

He loved you. You both loved each other. You might have your problems, but you loved each other deeply. Your wish, his wish, the wish of both of you was to overcome whatever life threw at you and be together... For eternity.

#headcanons #cybird ikemen #otome game #cybird otome #ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire dazai #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp dazai × reader #ikemen imagines #ikemen headcanons

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikevamp Act 2.5

Chapter 8

As Vlad points to a spot where the name Mitsuki is written, Shakespeare raises his eyebrows slightly.

Shakespeare: "Comte brought Mitsuki from the 21st century by mistake some time ago."

Shakespeare: "She was unable to return home due to the anomaly with the door. She’s still staying at the mansion."

Vlad: "I see. Why you didn't report her to me?"

Shakespeare: "Mitsuki is nothing more than an ordinary, insignificant person."

Shakespeare: "Are you going to use her as a special cast member and a pawn in your ambitions...?"

What he said was true, but there was also hesitation in Shakespeare's heart.

Mitsuki is an outsider in both that mansion and in this plot.

He couldn't decide whether to involve her or not since he didn't know what she could contribute to the situation.

But...

Charles: "Is Mitsuki that girl who played with the kids at church the other day?"

Charles: "To think that she was the one who came to the mansion through the door is one hell of a coincidence."

Faust: "Oh? It really is a strange coincidence that she is connected this way. And a human being from the 21st century? Very interesting indeed."

Shakespeare: "You know Mitsuki? How did you―"

Somehow, the three of them and Mitsuki had already met.

It was as if he was confronted with the fact that his hesitations were insignificant in front of destiny.

Vlad: "Mitsuki is in that mansion, huh?"

Vlad: "I guess this is what you call a miraculous and fateful encounter, Comte."

Vlad looked up to the sky and spoke to his now distant friend.

A few days have passed ever since everyone in the mansion was attacked.

Mitsuki: "Arthur, how is Vincent's injury?"

Arthur: "If he's a normal human being, I'd say he needs two weeks to recover, but―yeah. It's pretty much sealed up now."

Theo: "Broer, are you in any pain?"

Vincent: "I'm fine, but...um... I'm kind of itchy."

Theo: "Itchy!? Hey Arthur, check him again."

Vincent: "Sorry! That's not what I meant. I couldn't move my arm for a while, right?"

Vincent: "That's why I'm itching to paint."

Vincent gives his sunny smile, and Theo and I both breathe a sigh of relief.

Mitsuki: "Well, if that's the case, I'm glad. But take it easy, Vincent."

Vincent: "Thanks."

Arthur: "Alright, now it's your turn, Theo. I'm going to reapply the bandage, so you sit in front of me."

Theo: "No need. If it's just a graze, then it's already healed."

Arthur: "Your external injuries may not be serious, but your leg is sprained. Let me see it."

Theo: "Well, I'm a vampire. It'll heal in no time. I'm going back to my room."

Mitsuki: "Wait. Theo..."

Arthur shrugs his shoulders as Theo leaves the living room without a word.

Sebastian, who had just gone to get the mail, came in and followed Theo's back with his gaze.

Sebastian: "Monsieur Theodorus seems to have been in a bad mood these past few days."

Mitsuki: "True. Maybe he hasn't sorted out his feelings yet."

Vincent: "..............."

(I'm sure he's worried about Vincent's injury, but I have a feeling he has something else on his own.)

Arthur: "I think it's best to leave him alone for now. Even though we're friends, distance is important to me too.”

Arthur: "I think I'll go back to my room too. Take care of yourself, Vincent."

Vincent: "Thanks for patching me up, Arthur."

After receiving the letter addressed to him from Sebastian, Arthur waved his hand and left the living room.

Walking down the hallway, Arthur looks down at the letter.

Most of them are from publishing companies, but one letter from an unknown sender is mixed in among them.

Arthur: "Well, there's no way he's letting me off the hook."

He mutters a guess, not even opening the letter, and retreats to his room.

Unbeknownst to him, two eyes watched his back.

Dazai: "Well, well, well. Looks like there's going to be another storm."

Vincent, Sebastian, and I are the only three people left in the sun-kissed living room.

Mitsuki: "The mansion is kind of quiet..."

Sebastian: "It can't be helped. Everyone probably has something on their mind."

Everyone always goes at their own pace, but these days it's rare to see them all together for a meal, and whenever I see them, they all look stiff and lost in thought.

(Someone from their past came back to life and suddenly attacked them.)

(Of course, they must be in shock...)

And some of these people were originally friends with them.

Like Jean and Gilles, and Vincent and Gauguin.

Mitsuki: "Are you okay, Vincent? I mean, Gauguin was your friend."

Vincent: "Yeah. I consider him as my friend."

Vincent: "I don't know how Gauguin feels about me, but..."

Vincent: "I'm more worried about Theo right now. Gauguin―Theo is..."

Vincent's lips tighten as he says this.

Vincent: "I don't like it when Theo looks sad. So even if he doesn't like it, even if he hides his scars..."

Vincent: "I have to protect him."

(Vincent...?)

His ever-calm, sky blue eyes are filled with a strong determination different from Theo's.

Sebastian: "Anyway, we don't know when we'll be attacked again."

Sebastian: "All we need to do now is heal everyone's wounds and not be alone."

I nodded to Sebastian's words, and then suddenly, the name of the mastermind of the attack and friend of Comte came to mind.

(Vlad...)

(No, the Vlad I met is just a florist...)

(Besides, someone with gentle eyes like that would never hurt anyone.)

(It's just a coincidence, right?)

I told myself that, but the unpleasant feeling in my heart didn't go away.

Mozart stands in front of the piano, waiting patiently to play.

Pressing the keys lightly with his fingertips, the beautiful sound melts into the air.

Mozart: "Salieri, you hated me so much."

Mozart: "Did you really poison me?"

Isaac: "Is it my fault that Hooke turned out like that?"

Isaac: "I don't know what's in people's hearts. What should I do...?"

Theo: "Gauguin. Next time I see you, I'll definitely..."

Jean: "Gilles was brainwashed to amplify his negative emotions. Then was I a source of negativity for him?"

Jean: "A monster is just a monster. I guess the best place for me is on the stake, after all."

Napoleon: "I thought my tormented life was finally over."

Napoleon: "But if the hatred from those days continues..."

Napoleon: "I'm the only one who can cut you off. Right, Wellington?"

Dusk falls over the mansion, leaving a knot in the heart of each of them.

From the balcony of the mansion, a sweet-smelling smoke spreads and melts into the glowing sky.

The purebloods, longtime friends, were standing shoulder-to-shoulder.

Leonardo: "Hey, Comte."

Leonardo: "I don't deny that they made a choice to become vampires or that you brought them back to life."

Leonardo: "I just don't want to agree. I was afraid that one day something would go off the rails."

Comte: "............"

Leonardo: "The people who attacked them were a result of their past, but they were certainly involved because of you."

Leonardo: "All we can do now―"

Comte: "I know, Leonardo. As the owner of this mansion, as the pureblood who brought them back to life―"

Comte: "I need to leave my hesitations behind, too, before they can hurt my family any further."

I feel somewhat sad even with the twinkling stars in the sky.

I let out a small sigh as I clean up the kitchen.

(No one came to the dining room for dinner today, either.)

For vampires, food is a luxury item, so there's no harm to their bodies if they don't eat.

But when I saw the empty dining room, I felt as if a blank space had been left in the everyday scenery of this mansion.

(I want everyone to cheer up, but I don't know what to say to them.)

Sebastian: "................"

(I feel so helpless. Hmm?)

As I sigh again, a shadow falls in front of me.

I look up to see what it is and see Sebastian's finger looming over me.

(Huh? A forehead flick!?)

Sebastian: "Eei!"

Mitsuki: "Ouch!"

Unable to avoid the sudden flick, I fell back in shock and was supported by the very person who hit me.

Sebastian: "Oops, I guess I put too much oomph into it."

Mitsuki: "Geez, Sebastian. What are you doing all of a sudden...?"

Sebastian: "Try putting yourself in my shoes too. What am I supposed to do if you're also making that face?"

Mitsuki: "Sorry. I just feel like I'm not doing anything helpful in this situation."

Mitsuki: "Besides, now that I think about it, I don't know anything about everyone."

Sebastian: "What do you mean you don't know anything?"

Unlike Sebastian, I'm not familiar with history, and I only know bits and pieces of what happened in everyone's past.

Mitsuki: "I think it's difficult for someone like me to understand everyone..."

I only have glimpses of how they lived, what kind of relationships they built with the people around them, and what kind of feelings they had for each other.

I don't want to pretend I understand and say, 'Cheer up,' nor do I want to step into their hearts with my feet on the ground, asking them to reveal their past and problems.

That's why I can only stay outside...

Sebastian: "I'm a former historian, but fishing for historical facts is not the only important thing."

Sebastian: "We need to be close to the joys and pains of the people who lived in that time and use them as a foundation for the future."

Sebastian: "I think that's what learning history means."

Mitsuki: "Foundation for the future...?"

Sebastian: "Yes! That’s what I’m saying."

Mitsuki: “Ow! Ow!"

I didn't expect a second forehead flicking as he was just being serious a moment ago.

I looked up at Sebastian, holding my forehead, and he shrugged.

Sebastian: "Whether or not you know about the past is not important right now."

Sebastian: "Even I, with my knowledge of history, can't possibly understand all the minds of the great men."

Sebastian: "In the end, it's people to people."

(That's... he's right.)

Sebastian: "Since you came to this mansion, you have seen things about everyone that history books alone cannot tell you."

Sebastian: "They are unique, strong, and unexpectedly different from historical facts. That's why I can't help but keep an observation diary..."

Sebastian: "Everyone is as they are, full of humanity."

Mitsuki: "You're the only one who wants to keep an observation diary."

When I interrupted him, Sebastian smiled wickedly and said that it was his private hobby.

Sebastian: "I mean, you've been living together under one roof. You can't possibly know nothing about them."

(I see.)

(It's not all about the past.)

Sebastian's words cleared my foggy vision.

Mitsuki: "Can I be close to everyone's heart too?"

Sebastian: "Of course. Let's see what we can do to help everyone get back on their feet."

Sebastian: "Besides, having someone by your side when you're feeling down can be a great source of support."

Sebastian: "On that note, it's hard to get lonely in this mansion, don't you think?"

Mitsuki: "That's true!"

I was worried about everyone because suddenly, so many things were happening, yet I was still hesitant to step in.

But Sebastian gave me the push I need.

Mitsuki: "I'm feeling more cheerful now. Thank you, Sebastian! You really are an all-around butler."

Sebastian: "I can't leave my coworker behind. Besides, I need to be always first to the greats."

Sebastian: "Supporting everyone to live a fulfilling second life is my role as a supporting character."

(Supporting character?)

Sebastian himself is as unique as all the greats, but his understatement makes me laugh.

Mitsuki: "Hehe...what are you talking about? You're not a supporting character!"

Mitsuki: "You're an important person who is indispensable to this mansion and everyone. And of course, to me."

Sebastian: "----!"

Sebastian: "It's a great honor. Thank you, Mitsuki."

Sebastian's eyes narrowed, and his expression softened with happiness as if he had been surprised.

(Okay, let's think. What I can do to cheer everyone up?)

I hope that there will be some light in their hearts so that they will not sink into the deep dark sea of their hearts alone.

Mitsuki: "Oh, right! How about this, Sebastian?"

I told Sebastian about an idea that popped into my head, and he nodded his head.

Sebastian: "I see. Nice. Shall we start preparing now?"

Mitsuki: "Yes...!"

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#ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire act 2.5 #ikevamp 2.5 #ikevamp act 2.5 #ikevamp #ikemen series #cybird #ikevamp translation

[queensconquest]

@agravaki​​ said: ❝ we’re not gonna be caught. we’ll be in and out before anyone notices. ❞ // @ suwa from vamp slayer chuu !

( ARCANE SENTENCE STARTERS )

   It  is  not  the  first  that  Suwa  has  paired  with  a  human  vampire  slayer.  But  it’s  always  a  careful  process  and  rare  ;  Suwa  typically  works  alone.  (  He  prefers  it  ;  and  many  slayers  turned  pale  or  grew  scared  when  they  realized  the  fearsome  slayer  of  this  city  known  as  Suwa  was  ,  himself  ,  a  vampire.  )  But  it  doesn’t  seem  to  bother  this  slayer  in  the  slightest.  Nor  goes  the  gas  mask  he  wears  ,  carefully  designed  to  ensure  no  smell  of  blood  would  reach  him.  Or  anything  else  for  that  matter.  It  is  enough  that  Suwa  considers  that  new  partnership  this  might  have  something  promising  to  it  afterall.

   “  You’re  confident.  “  Suwa  remarks  ,  voice  muffled  by  the  mask  as  he  crouches  on  the  roof  beside  the  other  slayer.  “  But  don’t  get  reckless.  That’s  how  youth  get  killed  regardless  of  species.  Though  in  this  case  ,  it  might  be  beneficial.  Two  of  the  four  are  supposed  to  be  newly  turned.  The  older  two  I’ll  deal  with.  “

   It  was  easier  that  way.  Suwa  could  get  easier  access  to  the  area  the  older  vampires  were  ,  and  he  had  both  his  own  high  vampire  rank  and  centuries  of  experience  on  his  side.  Vampire  couples  were  hardly  a  winning  combination.  Kill  one  and  the  other  often  lost  all  sense  of  sanity  and  caution  ,  reduced  to  furious  monsters  focused  on  revenge.  Without  having  worked  with  Chuuya  before  ,  he’d  rather  ensure  the  man  lived  through  their  first  mission.  

   Suwa  gave  a  sound  like  he  was  clicking  his  tongue  in  disgust.  “  Let’s  kill  these  vermin  and  get  it  over  with.  But  if  something  goes  wrong  ,  get  yourself  out  first  and  don’t  worry  about  me.  “  The  chances  of  being  caught  were  slim  ;  the  vampires  would  likely  go  for  the  kill  if  chance  was  given  ,  but  it  was  never  zero.

#agravaki #whats better than one powerhouse? #TWO powerhouses #one at least of which is 100% fueled by hatred #but thank you for sending! <3 #you're going to be getting all the tags & mentions from me on blogs lmao #〉you are a walking contradiction of monster and slayer〈 — † ⌜suwa⌟

[yn-ymn-yln]

Hey there! Hope you're doing well! I'd like to request a Kol Mikaelson X reader where the reader is a child psychic (12-15) that Kol low-key adopts. Like the Mikaelsons find about this kid with "gifts" and try to locate her but when they do they find out that her parents are physically abusive and trying to repress her abilities. So, the Mikaelsons gang saves her and she lives with them and at first Lol only really cares to study her abilities but he eventually realizes she's kinda a mischievous little whack-job of a human and he's like: "This is my child now." You can choose what sort of psychic power the reader has. (Ex. Empathic, telepathic, telekinetic, foresight...) Thank you!!!!

*Thank you for the request and your patience love! I hope you like it!*

Black Sheep

Kol had been watching you for a few days now. He had gotten wind of your abilities from the witches in the quarter, but was determined to see if you were worth his time himself.

From distant observation alone he could tell you were an empath, though he wasn’t sure just how far your abilities could go.

Could you control other people’s emotions?

Had you even scratched the surface of what your powers could actually do?

Listening intently from the corner of your street he hears the disturbing sound of your pleading.

“I won’t do it again! I promise! PLEASE DON’T LOCK ME IN HERE!”

“You’ve left us no choice Y/f/n, you’re a danger to everyone around you, there are consequences to your actions.” Kol’s head lifts at those words, he had heard a rendition of that more than once, listening to you endure the same treatment cracks his inhuman exterior slightly. It didn’t take a genius to see that you weren’t dangerous, just different… A black sheep, like him. Without much thought Kol makes a decision, one that could very well leave him daggered, in a box for the next century.

“I’m sorry, you what?” Staring into the eyes of Klaus, Kol doesn’t back down from the choice he’s made, whether or not it was a mistake was still up for debate.

“They’re an empath, I figured they could be of use to us.” Without another word and before things could get heated, Elijah shows you to one of the many spare rooms that litter the compound.

“Did he kill them?” Your voice is soft and unsure, your age shining through despite your predicament. Although you were looking for reassurance Elijah was quite finished with Kol’s antics.

“Sleep. We can discuss things further in the morning.” He turns away at that, leaving you with the uncertainty of your parent’s survival and the unsettling feeling of a strange bed.

~~

As the months progressed so did your abilities, under Freya’s watchful eye you had learned more about your powers than you thought possible, which got you into trouble. A lot.

Running up the stairs of the compound you desperately attempt to reach your room before Klaus got wind of your little prank, though the vampire in your path did little to aid you in that endeavor.

“And where are you off to?”

“No time to explain, HIDE ME.” Jumping into the arms of your rescuer, your eyes widen at the vicious yell from the living room.

“Y/N!!” Glancing from you to the end of the stairs Kol immediately releases you, laughing loudly at your unceremonious landing. Within a second Klaus is in front of the two of you, eyes blazing with fury.

“You little brat.” Before things could escalate further you dulled the emotions raging through the hybrid’s mind, lulling him into a false sense of security.

“I’m sorry Klaus, I promise it won’t happen again.” Your smile to others would seem apologetic but to Kol was as mischievous as they came.

“It’s alright love, no worries.” Glancing at Kol you can’t help the small giggle that bubbles from within you.

“Your abilities seem to be coming along well.”

“Yeah… Freya’s really helped a lot.” It was awkward, Kol hadn’t spoken to you much since saving you, though you had spotted him watching from the door while you and Freya practiced on occasion.

“Better hide before he realizes what you’ve done.”

“Done again, you should say.” As if on cue Klaus’ booming voice rips through the compound for the second time.

“WHERE IS THAT LITTLE MONGREL!!!”

~~

Try as he might to keep his distance, Kol couldn’t help but feel a kinship towards you. You were a trouble maker. From playing pranks on Elijah, to dulling Klaus’ rage in the presence of his enemies, you were the culprit to some of Kol’s favorite crimes. Of course, a case could be made that you were certifiably insane, but what was the world without a little chaos?

“DON’T TOUCH THAT!” Jumping a mile Freya whips around to face you, eyes wide.

“Why?! It’s just a rock?!”

“My socks keep going missing, so I’m leaving an offering to the house troll.” Mouth agape, Freya isn’t quite sure if you were serious or not.

“Y/n there is no such thing as a house tro-”

“SHHHHHHHH! He’s always listening.” In true twelve-year-old fashion you bolt behind the couch, eyes constantly watching the rock perched on the window.

“KOL! COME GET YOUR CHILD PLEASE!” With a furrowed brow Kol enters the living room, eyes landing on your squinting form from your semi hidden position.

“Uhh…” Sighing loudly you go through the explanation again, never once looking away from your trap.

“That’s why I’m waiting here.”

“So the house trolls will leave you alone?” Kol’s confusion bleeds into his question.

“No! So I can get my socks back from the greedy bastards. They messed with the wrong kid.” Shaking his head Kol kneels next to you in your makeshift trenches.

“How long do you intend to wait?”

“As long as it takes.”

When Rebekah enters the war zone twenty minutes later, she’s greeted with a sight that melts her heart. You were fast asleep on Kol’s lap, mouth wide open, face pointed towards the ceiling. Kol wasn’t much better, head resting against yours with his eyes closed.

“So much for hunting trolls.” She can’t help the smile that forms as the words leave her mouth. Her brother truly was a child. Good thing he had you to play with.

~~

Your thirteenth birthday was something Kol was admittedly not prepared for, not because of the balloons or the obvious sugar rush you were sporting, no those things he could handle. What he couldn’t handle was the effects of time already taking their toll. You were a year older now than when he had saved you, features slowly morphing and changing.

How long did he truly have left with you?

That thought alone turned the cheery celebration into something much more debilitating. Somewhere in the back of Kol’s mind he’d thought about changing you, turning you in the middle of the night like his parents had done to him. Could he do it? Rip away everything you have ever known for his own selfish want to have you around forever? Watching the joy break out across your face as you open presents, he doesn’t think he could.

As the night winds down Kol goes in search of you, fully prepared to compel you to sleep off your sugar high. When he finds you fast asleep on the couch, stuffed bear he had bought you gripped tightly in your grasp, he lets out a quiet chuckle.

“Dad?” With your groggy whisper Kol’s freezes in place. You had never called him that, refusing to emotionally attach yourself to any one after what your parents had done, though your tired state didn’t seem to mind all that much.

“What’s wrong?” He doesn’t acknowledge your slip up, too concerned with the moisture building in the corners of your eyes.

“Bad dream.” Lifting you into his arms, he shushes you gently.

“It’s alright little one, I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Watching you sniffle quietly and burrow into his embrace, Kol knows no matter how much it hurts, or how little time he had left with you, he would never let himself be the source of your sadness.

After all black sheep had to stick together.

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[hypnomicimagines]

Trust [Vampire!Aohitsugi Samatoki]

“If you’re so hungry, why don’t you just take a bite of me?”

There was a certain type of aggression that vampires liked in their mates, human or otherwise, that pulled them in. Being teased with double-entendres seemed to be one of those necessities, knowing their partner wasn’t afraid of them seemed important, or at least it was to Samatoki. He might appear to be irritable but ever since you’d offered up your blood to him in a time of need, the vampire had done all that he could to make you comfortable with him. It helped that your relationship was already flirtatious but the trust that was built from allowing him to feed, on both of your parts, was what fully cemented you as Samatoki’s ‘one’.

You liked to tease him to the point Samatoki wondered if you really did get off to him biting you, not that the sensation was ever an unpleasant one. It left you feeling more sensitive than usual after the initial burning in the newly opened wound stopped, his tongue running over the new holes in your skin in appreciation. They always healed up beautifully but he liked that if he looked hard enough, he could see the tiny scars left behind. It marked you as belonging to a vampire, belonging to him, and your neck would be the first place any other vampire looked before attempting to take you as their own.

“What about right here?” Your finger traced along your thigh, watching with amusement as Samatoki’s eyes carefully followed your finger. He had never had a partner as explorative as you, who was so willing to mark their body in every place they possibly could. “If you’re really hungry we can just do my wrist since I know it’s one of the best spots, but…”

Your burning desire matched his own and one cold hand rested on your thigh, moving it away from your other so he could get between your legs. He liked the look of anticipation, how you were ready for both the pain and pleasure he was about to bring you. He kneaded the soft skin, sucking the area without puncturing before grazing his teeth as a warning. You reached down to grab his hand and his fingers laced with yours, squeezing as he broke through your skin and allowed your sweet blood to run over his tongue. You were only a little noise, letting out a little whimper at first before the only thing he could hear was your erratic breathing, your eyes squeezed shut and his hand released as you laid back on your pillow.

“…Thanks for the food.” He knew you thought it was just some stupid gimmick on his part but each time he drank from you he thanked you, even checking in to make sure you weren’t suffering any symptoms of blood loss.

At first, he hardly drank enough to even quench his thirst because he was so paranoid about hurting you, there had even been a time where he was on the brink of death and you appeared that he had almost drank you dry, the very thought that he could’ve killed you had him considering starving himself in repentance. That time had come and gone but it felt seared into Samatoki’s brain, a reminder that he needed to be careful with his thirst or you would be facing the consequences of trusting a terrible creature like him.

“You’re welcome.” Your smile is warm as you ushered him up, Samatoki licking the blood clean from his fangs before he obeyed your wishes. You were so beautiful and warm, he hadn’t felt a warmth like that in centuries, and he found himself just as addicted to this feeling as you were to his bites. He was hopeless when it came to you, resting his cheek against your chest as he listened to the sound of your beating heart.

Calm.

You trusted him.

You trusted him so much more than he trusted himself.

How could Samatoki ever thank you for all that you had done? How could he repay your kindness? How could he apologize for almost sending you to an early grave? Your relationship had gotten rocky but even so, you had stuck by his side, showed him a loyalty that few vampires received from non-vampire partners. Having a boyfriend like him used to be a trend, all the humans and other species alike wanting to show off their century old partner who dressed like they belonged in another era, but you had never been that way.

No, you had been content to stay inside and keep him company during the daylight hours.

Trust.

He trusted you too, didn’t he?

He had told you all about vampires, about some of their weakness, but not without some apprehension on his part. Samatoki had been worried about an enemy clan moving in on his territory, it had been the only reason he brought the subject up, but he realized all those methods applied to him as well. Would he be able to raise a hand to you if you came at him with a stake? With fire? One day you could simply decide to rise, open the curtains in his apartment, and permanently take him out of this world.

When he mentioned that last fought you responded with a confused, “Why does a vampire live in a place that has windows anyway?”

Samatoki had laughed.

It was hard to make him laugh.

As he laid in bed beside you now, listening to your heart, soaking in your warmth, breathing in all the things that made you so beautifully mortal, he wondered how long this would last.

“Stop thinking your angsty vampire thoughts, ‘Toki. You know I always just thought that was something they put in books, that whole broody vampire stereotype, and now I see those authors must’ve been very intimate with you cynical vamps.” He scoffed at your observation, wanting to tell you that all the fiction was practically bullshit and that anyone attempting to publish actual accurate knowledge on vampires would be killed on the spot, but he saved his speech.

You’d already heard it before.

“Are you gonna tell me what you’re thinking about?”

“Not tonight. Don’t you have to sleep for work?”

“Ugh.” You seemed disappointed at the reminder and he couldn’t blame you, he didn’t exactly what to leave this position either. “You’re right but it’s more fun to be with you at night. You have more energy.”

His brooding thoughts hadn’t left him quite in the mood to have sex however he had no qualms about taking care of your needs. He leaned up to capture your lips in a possessive kiss, teeth grazing your lower lip as his hands slid down your body. He felt you unintentionally tense under his cold touch as his slipped past your panties and he smirked, nipping at your ear and asking if you were even ready for his fingers let alone his dick. You nodded your head, turning to look at him with a stubborn pout, he loved when you looked at him like that.

Inside of you is even warmer than outside, a fact he thought about often while you were being intimate. It was almost like being burned with fire but a far more pleasant sensation once he was used to it. He knew his body temperature never changed but he always felt like he broke out into a sweat when he was inside you, like your warmth was somehow infectious even though it couldn’t be the case. He liked that feeling, it almost felt like he was human again, and being with you made any potential terrible thing just so much better.

“S-Samatoki,” You gasped out, his fingers carefully moving inside you, “If you keep being so rough I…”

“I told you to get to bed, didn’t I?” Samatoki kissed your neck and you moved your head to the side, a jolt of pleasure running through your body as you remembered the sensation of his bite. “We’re gonna make it quick so you can get some damn sleep, brat.”

“Me a brat?” You cried out again as he started to rub your clit, your hips bucking up to meet his fingers. “Have you seen how… How you act? When you don’t get your way…!”

“I always get my way.” Samatoki’s voice is akin to a growl, “Do I need to remind you what I am?”

“The love of my life?” You asked playfully, and while he had been setting a certain type of mood… He can’t say that didn’t resonate with him. He can’t say that didn’t go straight to his dick, twitching eagerly in his pants, now wanting to answer the calls of your moans. “W-Why’d you stop?”

“I’m going to fuck you into this mattress.” You’re surprised at the sudden mood swing as Samatoki removed his hand from your pants, now looming on top of you with a dark look in his eye. “You’ll be lucky if you can fuckin’ make it to work tomorrow.”

He could hurt you like that. He could break you if he’s too rough, exhaust you with his immense stamina to the point you can hardly move, yet you knew he’d treat you as delicately as he ever did. His thrusts would be desperate and his fangs would constantly graze your skin, ready to puncture the second he wanted to without you having any say in it, yet you knew he would never do that. You knew he’d never drink from you without permission. You knew he’d never hurt you, that the intimacy of having sex was something that meant a great deal to Samatoki.

You trusted him.

And he would never break that trust.

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[purplesauris]

Bottled Delights

Higher Vampire Jaskier has taken my heart AND my only remaining braincell, sorry. It’s also my very first chapter fic, so hold on for the ride! I’m going to update every tuesday until all four chapters are out!

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Jaskier was beginning to age. Geralt hadn’t noticed over the years that they’d traveled together, but Yennefer had pointed out wrinkles that weren’t there before, and Geralt had found himself looking. A spare glance while they sat around the fire, when Jaskier was plucking at his lute and humming some silly tune. Stared when Jaskier walked backwards, grinning wide and talking animatedly about a monster fight Geralt had let him watch. They were around his eyes, crows eyes from smiling so much, so bright, and Geralt didn’t think that they were really anything bad. Enough for Yennefer to tease him about, sure, but Jaskier didn’t seem to care much about them, and it made Geralt all the more aware of how truly human Jaskier was. For years he’d seemed ageless, content to walk along before him, but now he lingered sometimes, slowed down to take in a sight like it’d be the last he saw and then hurrying to catch up.

It was enough to get him thinking- how long did humans usually live? He’d seen many older people, but when he’d asked their age they hadn’t been much older than Jaskier. Jaskier, when pressed, insisted it was just good genetics. Geralt hadn’t stressed the issue, but he found himself watching Jaskier when the other man was at rest. His face evened out, and Geralt swore that sometimes he looked as youthful as he did the day they first met. Humans were impossible to figure out.

Geralt gives up on the idea of figuring out just how long humans lived, instead deciding not to worry. As if thinking about when Jaskier would leave him didn’t leave a gaping wound in his chest he wasn’t sure how to fix. It keeps Geralt awake at times- makes his already slow heart stutter in his chest, but Geralt’s only hope is to keep him safe. He doesn’t let Jaskier go on hunts if he can help it, and is quick to stop any fights that Jaskier might start. That he starts frequently, with sharp words wielded like a dagger with the intent to protect Geralt. He’s in one such fight now, dragging Jaskier and another man apart as easily as if lifting two misbehaving cats.

“Enough, Jaskier.” Jaskier’s eyes are cyan bright, shining with excitement, and he hangs by the back of his collar, blood trickling from a split lip. The other man is worse for wear, eye swelling already and at least one finger broken from where Jaskier had grabbed and wrenched.

Geralt deposits the other man on his feet and though he sets Jaskier down, he doesn’t let go of him. “Geralt, let me go-”

“I said enough, lark.” His tone is low, a warning, and Jaskier finally raises his hands and relaxes. Geralt glances at the other man, flicking his fingers back toward town. “Go get patched up. Don’t bring friends back later. I don’t want anyone to die.”

The statement is simple, but the other man eyes the swords on Geralt’s back and spits blood in the dirt before hurrying away. That makes Jaskier jerk forward, but Geralt has a hand on him still and he grabs the back of Jaskier’s neck instead of his shirt, not wanting to rip the delicate fabric more than he already has. Jaskier sags in the grip immediately, and Geralt ignores the feeling that flops in his stomach at the sight.

“Why do you do that?” Jaskier grumbles, brushing a hand over his chin to wipe away blood and licking at his lip. Geralt only grunts in reply, turning and letting go to take Jaskier’s chin in hand. Jaskier starts, frowning, but Geralt sniffs lightly, scenting the blood in the air and peering at the cut on Jaskier’s lip. It looks better than he was expecting- Jaskier must not have gotten hit as bad as he thought. He holds Jaskier a moment longer than necessary, finally letting go when Jaskier gently jerks his head back and pulls from his grip. He drops his hands quickly, hiding a frown.

Geralt takes a few steps back, putting space between them while Jaskier straightens his clothes and stoops down to get his lute. It’s safe in its case, and Geralt knows Jaskier set it down long before the fight broke out. Jaskier looks it over anyway, making sure the strings are still in place and no cracks have appeared within the wood. He plucks a couple strings, listening closely, and Geralt finds himself listening as well. He doesn’t hear a thing out of the ordinary and neither does Jaskier it seems, because he tucks it back away with a sigh. Jaskier makes his way back toward town and their things, Geralt trailing a few steps behind to watch for someone coming back despite his warning. They make it to the stable first for Roach, and the smell of hay calms the odd flopping of his stomach.

“Why do you stop me, Geralt?”

Jaskier rounds on him, arms crossed, and Geralt can tell he’s angry, though he feigns careful indifference. He’s not entirely sure what to say, but Jaskier is patient this time, waiting until Geralt finally talks to let him step inside the stables.

“Don’t need anyone getting hurt.”

“I’d say you were a tad late for that, wolf.” Geralt looks at the bruising on Jaskier’s lip and firmly looks away again, nudging past Jaskier with a decided calm and going to get Roach’s saddle blanket. Geralt is almost done saddling Roach when he finally speaks again, and his voice is quiet enough that he doesn’t think Jaskier will hear him over the sound of Roach munching on hay.

“I don’t deserve someone fighting over me.”

Jaskier’s eyes blaze, and Geralt smells the sharp metal tang of Jaskier’s anger. “Yes, you do.”

Jaskier storms out of the stable then, as if too angry at Geralt to even stay, and Geralt tries to hide the hurt confusion swirling in his head. Geralt uses the time alone to recollect his thoughts, and by the time that he leads Roach from the stables and toward the inn Jaskier is already outside, bags by his feet and arms crossed. Geralt stoops without a word to hoist the bags up onto Roach’s back and get them secured, spending a moment longer than needed to hopefully let Jaskier calm down. He can only tie for so long though, and he takes the reins gently, tugging Roach into motion. Jaskier follows along behind, silent, and they leave out of town before anything else can get complicated. Jaskier doesn't talk to him for the entirety of the day and Geralt pretends not to mind. The silence is something he hasn't had in weeks, and he finds it nags at him more than he would like.

They set up camp that night quietly, without Jaskier's usual complaints, and Geralt finds his nerves frazzled, making him jump at any noise. He goes about sharpening his blades as a desperate attempt to calm himself, and the long, slow scrape of whetstone on metal helps. It keeps him from jumping when strings on a lute are plucked, stopping him from looking up in astonishment when Jaskier begins to hum. Geralt finds his shoulders relaxing, drooping the longer that Jaskier plays, and he ducks his head to hide the small smile he can't hold back. Jaskier might still be mad, but not enough to continue in sullen silence, and Geralt is grateful.

When the two finally retire for the night Jaskier collapses onto his bed roll, back facing Geralt. Geralt knows Jaskier prefers not to put his back to a fire and he adjusts where he sleeps accordingly. Geralt closes his eyes, listening to the soft pattering of rabbit feet and steady thumping of Jaskier's heart. At some point through the night Jaskier shifts, letting out a shuddering breath that Geralt recognizes as him being cold. He reaches out without thought, half asleep, and pulls the man back against him. Jaskier tenses in his arms, as if debating, but he relaxes and presses back, stealing whatever warmth he can. Geralt huffs softly once Jaskier finally settles again, and falls back into a dreamless sleep.

When Geralt wakes with the first beams of the sun, he does so slowly. Jaskier is still curled up beside him, fast asleep, and Geralt gingerly works his arm out from under Jaskier's head. His hair is soft in Geralt's hand, and for a moment he debates staying for a minute more, but he has things to attend to and can't be distracted. He smooths Jaskier's hair down before he gets up, knowing that Jaskier will gripe and moan if his hair is a mess later. And that's not something he wants to hear early in the morning. He goes about stoking the fire again and putting his things away, moving silently around the camp so that he won't wake the bard sleeping peacefully. His armor and swords go on reflexively as soon as he's fully awake. The last thing he needs is to be caught unaware and disarmed. After… well, he's been putting it off for a while, and he desperately needs celandine and wolfsbane, so he pads off through the forest in search of the yellow and purple flowers. Celandine grows like weeds in this area, easy enough for Geralt to pick, but the wolfsbane is trickier- he spends longer finding good stalks of it, and by the time he's done the sun is well above the horizon and animals have begun to wake up around him. As he gets closer to camp he hears Jaskier, singing in the early morning and moving through the camp in odd, shuffling steps.

Geralt realizes with a jolt that he's dancing. To his own singing. Geralt steps into the small clearing they'd claimed and watches, amused, as Jaskier dances with an invisible partner. He moves to tuck the flowers away in his satchel for use later, and blinks when Jaskier calls his name.

"Dance with me!" He says between lyrics, and Geralt shakes his head automatically.

"I don't dance." Jaskier raises his brows, comes closer, and raises an arm. Geralt's goes up automatically, palm brushing Jaskier's as he mirrors the other man's stance. Jaskier's grin is delighted, and he continues singing, moving through each step and goading Geralt into continuing. It's a dance that Geralt hasn't seen done at any ball in at least half a century, but the steps are more akin to the way he uses his blades and well… he thinks of it as practice, can imagine a blade in his hand if he wants, but Jaskier is close and very, very happy. The sunshine warmth of his happiness reminds him of freshly baked bread, and Geralt breathes deep to take it in.

The song reaches its crescendo, and Geralt's hand slides over Jaskier's abdomen as the man twirls into his arms, singing cutting off in lieu of laughter. "For all you say of not dancing, you make for a skilled partner."

Geralt can feel heat rising up his neck, and he forces the feeling down so he won't rub at the back of his neck. "That dance is old."

Jaskier's face fills with surprise, and he whirls in Geralt's arms, stepping back to get a better look at him. "You recognized it? You weren't just following my skillful lead?"

"No." He replies wryly, corner of his mouth twitching when Jaskier scowls. The expression doesn't last, and soon he's smiling again. "The last ball I went to, before you- it was popular then."

"And you learned it." Jaskier is still a ball of delight, and he claps his hands together, looking at him as if a thousand ideas have sprung up in his head.

"I'm not going to more weddings with you, Jaskier." He wants to nip that thought in the bud now, before Jaskier forces him into more silk, but Jaskier only laughs and gives him a look as if to say you never know. "How do you know it?"

Asking a question of Jaskier is risky, Geralt knows, but he'll allow his own curiosity this once. "Ah, I had dance lessons as a boy. I’m proficient in any dance you could think of through the last century. That one is a… guilty pleasure. It flows nicely, even without words in the music."

The excuse at the end seems flimsy, but Geralt can put pieces together. It means something, or meant something more to him at some point, and the memory seems painful. Geralt doesn't press, instead wordlessly moving to pack up camp. Jaskier extinguishes their fire, and Geralt raises an eyebrow to inquire about breakfast, but Jaskier tosses him a strip of jerky and an apple and nods toward the road. Or close to where the road is. Geralt merely shrugs at that, tearing a bite from his jerky and whistling to get Roach moving.

Jaskier is in a grand mood all morning, and when they stop briefly in Lyria for more supplies, his mood dampens. Geralt isn't sure what's wrong, but Jaskier doesn't say a word when Geralt tilts his head in silent question. They leave Lyria as quickly as they came, and they're an hour outside the town when Jaskier slows to a stop at a crossroads. A farmer passes them in a cart, swearing at them for being in the way, and Jaskier gestures rather colorfully before turning to Geralt. This time he doesn't need to give a look before Jaskier is talking.

"It's fall, Geralt. If you don't turn back now you won't make it to Kaer Morhen in time."

"I'm not wintering in Kaer Morhen." Jaskier frowns, staring as if waiting for a joke.

"You always winter in Kaer Morhen. If you aren't, dear witcher, then where are we going?"

Geralt's heart picks up at Jaskier's inclusion of himself, and he curls Roach's reins around his fist. "I- have a vineyard. In Toussaint."

"You realize I was nearly beheaded in Toussaint?" The bard's voice is dry, unamused, but Geralt pays it no mind.

"It's a good thing I hadn't planned to invite Her Highness, then. Just you."

"This is an invitation?"

"You wanted flowers?" The banter brings something warm to Geralt’s face, and he watches as Jaskier sniffs, tilting his head and somehow looking down his nose at Geralt. Despite it, his eyes are vulnerable, and Geralt isn’t thinking straight.

“They would have been nice.” Geralt sighs, shaking his head. He turns around, digging through his satchel for something. Jaskier watches curiously, eyes widening when Geralt turns around, a single celandine flower in his hand. He holds it out, glancing down at the ground when Jaskier reaches out to take the flower. Their fingers brush, Geralt’s eyes snapping up, and there are tears glimmering in Jaskier’s eyes. He wants to step forward, to hold him close and beg him to come, but Jaskier laughs wetly and tucks the flower behind his ear.

“Come with me. Please.” His voice is terribly soft in his ears, thick with emotion he tries to swallow down, and he watches as Jaskier’s whole face softens, shoulders relaxing and a warm, dusky scent filling the air between them.

“Even a please? You’ll make me cry, you big oaf. Obviously I’m going with you.” Geralt feels something in his chest go slack, and he allows a small smile to show through. “I believe you mentioned something about a vineyard, and where there’s grapes there’s wine.”

                                                         -*-

The trek to Toussaint is infinitely better than the frigid trek up to Kaer Morhen. When Geralt had told the other witchers of his plans, they’d been more enthusiastic than he expected. They’d asked him to bring Jaskier to the keep someday, so they could finally meet him, but Geralt didn’t think he could do that yet. Not because he liked to part with Jaskier in the fall and miss him all through the winter, feeling like he was missing part of himself. No, it was because he didn’t know what he would do if Jaskier didn’t survive the journey up. It’s a thought that hollows his chest out, claws its way up his neck until he chokes on it at night when Jaskier is asleep and he’s left to his thoughts. Geralt tries not to think about it much, especially as they pass through a forest thick with vegetation and teeming with life.

The closer they get to Toussaint the louder the noise gets, the more the birds sing, preening and flying from branch to branch. Geralt watches two blue jays chasing each other, looking over to find Jaskier watching as well, wonderment written all over his face. Jaskier sings to the forest, mimicking the bird cries as best he can and beaming when the birds call back. The trees fade away as they break out into the view of verdant hills, wild grasses swaying in the wind and all shades of wildflowers blooming along an entire hillside. Jaskier goes jogging ahead of him, looking around as if this were the first time all over again, and Geralt wonders what he sees now, years later. His lips itch to ask, but instead he leads Roach to a patch of grass that she can graze and allows Jaskier time to take in the sights.

The sun is warm on his face, and he closes his eyes, tilting his head back to enjoy the feeling. Toussaint is hot even in the winter months, and Geralt basks in the sunlight. The smell of grass is sweet, the flowers even sweeter, and Jaskier’s soft lavender scent is right at home here. Geralt is enjoying the sun a bit more than he should he thinks, because he doesn’t notice when Jaskier comes back to him, touching his shoulder lightly and making Geralt blink his eyes open. The sun does wonders for the gold within the amber of Geralt’s eyes, and he looks most alive here, among green grasses and peace.

“Resting your old bones?”

Geralt snorts, rolling his eyes and nudging Jaskier back a step. “Waiting on you.”

Jaskier bumps their shoulders together, grinning, and Geralt doesn’t push him away this time. They head south, further into Toussaint following the main road and passing by person after person. They pass by a vineyard, grapes running wild along trellises, the people farming and chatting amongst themselves. All raise a friendly hand to Geralt as he passes. A few of them cheer even, and Jaskier raises a brow at that.

“You’re popular here.”

He shrugs, hurrying his pace to try and get out of the vineyard a bit faster. Jaskier keeps up with his pace easily, and he pokes his elbow into Geralt’s side. Geralt growls softly, nudging him with his shoulder, and Jaskier does it harder until Geralt sighs in irritation. “I won the Tourney years back.”

“Glory seeker, eh?” Geralt scowls, and Jaskier pulls his lute around himself to pluck at the strings.

Oh witcher-witcher, White Wolf of the North, Grand Champion of the South -

“I was trying to save a knight.” Geralt cuts in, trying not to scowl. Judging by Jaskier’s amusement it isn’t working, and he rolls his eyes, huffing. “They had a Shaelmaar.”

“A what?”

“It’s a large beast, covered in stone. They live underground, and have no sight. Their hearing is incredible.” Geralt relaxes while talking about the monster- it’s much easier to recite facts than tell a story that Jaskier will twist into a song later. “They had captured one and strapped bells onto its tail to hinder it.”

“Are they violent?”

“Not usually.” Geralt hears Jaskier mutter something about cruelty under his breath, and he nods in agreement. Jaskier doesn’t seem surprised that he heard, and Geralt continues when Jaskier prods him again. “Guillaume, he wanted to prove his love to one of the Duchesses ladies in waiting. He was doing well, overconfident, but skilled. The bells came off.”

“Taking away the beast’s handicap.” Geralt nods, losing himself in the memory of dancing around the huge mountain of a monster.

“The shaelmaar knocked him flat, and I- threw myself into the ring without thinking. Broke a couple ribs in the fight, but I was the only one left standing, so I won.”

Geralt mentally shakes himself, drawing back from the memory of the way the stadium had shaken when the beast collapsed. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to kill the beast, had told them to release it back to its home and leave it be. The landscape changes rapidly around them, and Geralt smells the river long before he sees it. A bridge comes into view, with a large inn plunked right next to it. The sun has begun to set as they come up to the waystop, and Geralt lets out a breath.

“Stopping for the night?” Jaskier looks curiously at the inn, reading the name on the sign and laughing quietly.

“Unless you’d prefer to travel through the night to Corvo Bianco.”

“I could use some rest and good ale.” Jaskier admits, and Geralt sends him inside to secure them a room while he gets Roach settled in for the night. When he ducks inside, bags over his shoulder, Jaskier is backed up against the bar, a hand around his throat and the bard’s hands up in surrender. The knight’s bald head shines with sweat in the evening heat, and Geralt growls loudly.

“I distinctly remember Her Highness telling you to stay away.” Geralt sees fingers dig into Jaskier’s skin, and Geralt snarls, moving through the crowd quickly. His grip is iron on the man’s shoulder, and relief is plain on Jaskier’s face when Geralt’s fingers dig in, making metal groan. The man looks back, and the sneer on his face quickly morphes to something of begrudging respect. “Geralt.”

“Damien. Let the bard go. Now.” His voice is razor sharp, shaking with the growl that’s built in his throat. Jaskier is released immediately, and Geralt sees a shaking hand come up to touch at his throat. “He’s with me.” He adds quietly, dropping his hand from the knight’s shoulder. Geralt sees Jaskier’s eyes narrow at the dents his fingertips have left in the shoulder of the breastplate, but Geralt doesn’t care.

“Did the duchess send for your services again?”

“No. I’m wintering here.”

Understanding blooms on Damien’s face, and he takes a step back as Geralt slides to stand defensively in front of Jaskier. “With him?”

“With him.” Geralt agrees, and he sees a questioning look cross Damien’s face as he looks between the two of them. “We’re staying the night before we push on to Corvo.”

“Ah, your vineyard.” Geralt nods, and he feels one of Jaskier’s hands press between his shoulder blades. He doesn't know if it’s for support or comfort, but Geralt subtly leans back a bit to let him know he isn’t going anywhere. “Word of advice, Geralt. Get him out of the inn before morning.”

Geralt doesn’t move until after Damien backs off and goes back to his table, and it’s only to glare at the barkeep until a key is handed over. Geralt takes hold of Jaskier’s wrist, dragging him along and up the stairs. He stayed here once, years ago when he was hunting the Beast of Beauclair. It reeked of the river then too, and Geralt tries the key he was given until it opens a room overlooking the river, Geralt ushering Jaskier into the room in front of him. Their bags are deposited haphazardly, and Jaskier sucks in a breath when Geralt’s hands come up to cup his cheeks. He tilts Jaskier’s head back gently, looking his neck over. Angry red marks mar the smooth skin, and Geralt can feel the growl build back up in his throat. A hand comes down to slide over the marks gently, as if Geralt could wipe their existence away, and he startles when Jaskier’s hand comes up to gently hold his wrist.

“I’m sorry.” Geralt says immediately, going to pull back, uncomfortably aware of the intimacy of the moment, but Jaskier holds him tight, searching his face.

“Thank you.” He doesn't know what Jaskier is thanking him for, but Jaskier lets him go finally and he takes a couple of steps back, tucking his hands at his sides. “I could have been beheaded for real this time.”

Unbidden, Geralt chuckles, and Jaskier laughs with him, as if chasing away the potential horrors of what could have happened. “Somehow I think you’d charm your way out of it again.”

“Ah, I’d be nothing without you, wolf. Saving the day, as usual.” Jaskier winks, and Geralt grumbles despite how ‘saving’ Jaskier makes him feel pleasantly warm. “Shall we retire early? I’d like to heed Sir Damien’s advice and be gone before anyone wakes.”

He sets about getting ready for bed in response, lighting a couple of candles so Jaskier can see easier. He wants to have a bath, considers ordering one, but his home is only a few scant hours away and he resigns himself to being patient. The bed is big enough for the both of them to sleep comfortably, but Jaskier snuggles up to him as if he were about to fall, and Geralt pretends that his heart doesn’t thunder in his chest at the casual closeness. Geralt spends the night holding Jaskier close, but he can’t bring himself to sleep. He knew that it would be a gamble to bring him here, but he hadn’t expected Jaskier to be recognized, at least not that fast.

Jaskier shifts in his arms, tucking his face into Geralt’s neck and breathing deep. He hugs Jaskier a bit tighter, unable to help himself, and thanks whatever god might be watching that Jaskier is asleep. Jaskier is a fan of casual touches, but when they’re asleep is the only time that Geralt allows himself to touch back, to hold Jaskier close and pretend for a while that Jaskier could love him back. He touches his nose to the top of Jaskier’s head, scenting him lightly to make sure he isn’t having a nightmare before he finally allows himself to drift off. He slips into a meditative state easily, not quite sleeping but not quite awake, and stirs when the sun begins to color. He wakes Jaskier with a shake to his shoulder, and Jaskier grumbles the entire time they get dressed and prepare to leave. Geralt leaves the keys and a few coins for payment in a cup behind the bar and saddles Roach.

Jaskier sways on his feet the entire time, yawning and eyelids drooping. He’s still half asleep, and Geralt watches him nearly fall over before sighing sharply. “Up.”

Jaskier stirs at his voice, letting out a sleepy ’hmm?’ before Geralt is using a hand on the small of Jaskier’s back to usher him up and into the saddle. Despite his apparent fatigue he swings nimbly up into the saddle, and Geralt keeps a close eye on him as they cross over the bridge and head east. Jaskier nearly slips out of the saddle twice, and only Geralt grabbing at his thigh and digging his fingers in enough to wake the bard keeps him from taking a nasty tumble. They come up on Corvo Bianco as the sun slips over the horizon, washing the vineyard in splashes or orange and pink and gold. Jaskier is awake now, staring breathlessly at the rows upon rows of grapevines and the distant olive trees in full bloom. Upon their arrival workers hurry to take Roach to the stable and usher him toward the house, which sits above them on a hill. The white paint is as fresh as when the house was first renovated, and Geralt leads Jaskier up the small hill to the door.

Jaskier is still looking around at the grounds in wonder when the door opens, a bald man in spectacles stepping out. “Master Geralt! I was beginning to wonder if you’d return to us.”

“Barnabas-Basil, good to see you again. Is the guest room ready?”

“Always, sir, follow me.” The bald man turns, arms tucked behind his back, and leads them into the house. The wood inside is a deep mahogany red, and Jaskier drinks in the sights of all the opulence. It…. doesn’t seem like Geralt’s style at all, but there are armor stands adorned with various sets and weapons all over the wall, and Jaskier knows that’s all Geralt. They stop briefly in the kitchen to see a kind older woman who smiles wistfully at Geralt and draws him into a tight hug. Much to Jaskier’s surprise, one of Geralt’s arms goes around her frail form and he’s smiling when they pull away.

“You look good, Master Witcher. Eating well?”

“Better now that I’m here.” Jaskier sees Geralt wink, and the older woman swats his shoulder lightly and waves him off with a warning to be down for breakfast on time for once. Jaskier is in shock, witnessing the difference in Geralt’s demeanor, but this is his home it seems, in a way different from Kaer Morhen. There aren’t any memories of torturous training, merely happy people who seem devoted to serving him even in his long absences. He's more awake now than when he was on the way over, and he follows Geralt and Barnabas-Basil up the stairs. He isn't expecting much of the guest room, but the bed is sinfully plush and there are two different dressers to store his things in. The majordomo stands near the stairs, watching them expectantly.

"Is there anything else you require, sir?"

"How is the vineyard?"

"Flourishing, Master Geralt. The vines began producing some three years back, and the first vintage of Sepremento has aged beautifully. Would you like a bottle to accompany dinner tonight?" The majordomo puffs up with pride, and Jaskier stares incredulously at the fond way Geralt inclines his head.

"Please. Thank you B.B." The man bows at the waist before retreating down the stairs, and Jaskier feels something hot and ugly rear up in him. He tamps down on the feeling, keeping the biting edge from his words.

"When you said you had a vineyard, I didn't expect this. It's gorgeous here, Geralt." He's pleased to see the way that Geralt avoids his gaze, embarrassed by the compliments. His eyes are still fond when he looks at Jaskier finally, and Jaskier feels his heart give a traitorous leap in his chest.

"It is. B.B helped this place rise again. It'll be good for him to have…"

"Have what?" Jaskier asks, curious.

"Someone else of higher tastes." Jaskier can feel himself grinning, and he sits on the edge of the bed, pleased at the way he sinks down into the bedding a bit. He's never going to leave this bed if he can help it.

"Ah, a man of class, hmm? He does seem rather refined." Jaskier muses, letting an edge bleed into his tone that implies many, many things. He doesn't know if Geralt even hears the small growl he lets out, but Jaskier does, and it pleases him immensely. Geralt may not feel the same as he does, but he's protective at least, and Jaskier's poor heart will take what it can get.

"Do not sleep with my majordomo." Geralt warns, scowling when Jaskier laughs. The thought leaves an ugly feeling in Geralt's stomach, and he stares until Jaskier sighs dramatically.

" Fine, Geralt. But, if I am to be so woefully chaste, I expect my own bottle of wine. I've heard stories of Sepremento."

“That’s all?” Jaskier flops back on the bed, stretching and groaning as Geralt pads closer, looking down at him. “Breakfast isn’t for another hour, if you wanted to sleep.”

“What would happen if I were late?” Jaskier’s lips curl in an amused smile, and it widens when he hears Geralt laugh softly and glance toward the stairs.

“Marlene has dragged me from bed more than once.”

“How do you know her? You two are familiar with each other.” Jaskier tries not to let the bitterness he feels slip through, and luckily Geralt doesn’t seem to notice.

“She was cursed as a young woman, and lived for a while as a spotted wight. I broke the curse and brought her here to be cared for.”

“And let her stay, it seems.”

“She had nowhere. She watched her family die, and she refuses money. All she wants is to cook.” Geralt eases himself down beside Jaskier, not laying because of his swords, but sitting close. Jaskier can feel the heat of his thigh but not the touch, and he debates shifting closer.

“Why was she cursed?” Jaskier catches the dark look that flits over Geralt’s face, and he sits up, tilting his head to try and get a better look.

“That’s her story to tell you.”

“It isn’t pleasant, is it? It rarely is.” Jaskier places a hand on Geralt’s knee, and he sees the way that Geralt’s shoulders jerk minutely.

“Some would rather I have kicked her out.” Is all that Geralt will say in return, and Jaskier leaves it alone. Geralt reaches, touching his fingers lightly against the back of Jaskier’s hand before slipping from his grip and standing up. “Rest a bit. Come down when you hear the bell.”

Jaskier wants to tell Geralt he isn’t tired, or better yet to tell him to stay, but the words hide in his throat and he just nods. He doesn’t bother getting under the covers, instead sprawling out on top of the sheets and closing his eyes. Geralt heads back downstairs, trying to shake himself from the weird stupor he feels himself sliding into. He stops briefly by his room, shedding his armor and weapons. He won’t need them while in the house, and even if he did, there are plenty placed strategically throughout the room. B.B. comes back in, gwent deck in hand, and Geralt grabs his from his pack. They’re deep in a game when the breakfast bell rings, and Geralt hears Jaskier’s heart give a jerk as he wakes up. B.B. abandons the game quickly, sweeping his cards up as Geralt does the same. They don’t have much time either, as Marlene begins piling dishes on the table in front of them.

Geralt stands, taking plate after plate, finding a space as best he can. His head twitches just barely when footsteps scrape on the wood stairs, and he doesn’t turn as he places a plate of glazed ham on the table.

Geralt hears the sound of skin on skin, and he looks up to see Jaskier holding his hand as Marlene shakes a finger. “Go wash up young man, then come back to my table.”

Jaskier shares an outraged look at being scolded like a child, but Geralt raises a brow and inclines his head toward the kitchen. Jaskier scoffs, disappearing into the kitchen to do as Marlene insists. B.B. takes as many plates as he can carry to the servants quarters, and Marlene disappears to help as well. Jaskier comes back smelling of herbal soap, and Geralt motions for him to take a seat. Jaskier looks around warily, as if Marlene will reappear, but Geralt shakes his head, seating himself.

Neither of them say much of anything, instead digging in and enjoying the heavenly taste of good cooking. Geralt watches in amusement as Jaskier takes some of everything, from eggs to ham to some of the more regional dishes. He samples it all, and Geralt sits back to sip at a bitter tea that Marlene insists is good for one in the morning.

“We’re going out after breakfast.”

Jaskier glances up from his plate, tilting his head. “Where, dear witcher?”

“A graveyard. There’s… Someone I want you to meet.”

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #higher vampire jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #toussaint

[panic-at-the-fiction]

Hello Darling

Summary: (y/n) is the Salvatore younger sister and she is low key in love with with one of the originals. You know which one. That’s basically it.

Warnings: just harmless flirting

A/N: I’ve been in love with Kol Mikaelson for 3 days now. I’m being forced to watch vampire diaries with my mom and Kol and the rest of the original family are like the only reason I’m still watching it. Also I know the title isnot great but it’s what I could come up with so shut up.

It had been a long week in mystic falls. Hell, it had been a long year. You had only moved back to your hometown after hearing rumors that your beloved older brothers were alive and living in the small town you grew up in after all these years. You had been told they were shot by stray bullets during a battle in 1864 when you were only 15. It had hurt, especially since shortly after that your father had died after an animal attacked him. About 4 years after the deaths of your family, you had a run in with a vampire that didn’t go too well. After that, you spent years traveling from city to city just enjoying your life as a vampire.

When you finally landed back in your home town looking for your brothers, you were shocked to see that they had fallen in love with the same girl. Not only that, but a human girl who seemed to be attracted to trouble. You never liked Elena Gilbert and she never seemed to like you. She had a problem with making everyone do things her way or no way, and she always seemed to take it personally when someone made a decision on their own. You hated that your brothers were in love with her and did anything and everything she said. You had quite the temper like your brothers and Elena had a tendency to draw out the worst from you; when your idiot brothers signed over the deed to their house to Elena and she didn’t invite you in, you nearly burnt down the whole city. You had been stuck living in a small apartment, not far from the mystic grill ever since.

You tried to stay out of their drama-- you were only in town because you were worried about your brothers. Stephan had gone off the rails and was only just now starting to fix things. You had though found unlikely allies in Matt Donovan and Jeremy Gilbert. You spent a lot of your free time drinking at the mystic grill and for a while both boys had worked there; though you would never admit this to them, you had begun to consider them friends. Matt didn’t like getting involved in the vampire drama either, and you found it refreshing. Jeremy understood what it is like to have your siblings try to control everything you do. Sadly, Jeremy had been forced to leave town by none other than Elena, and of course your brother helped, which only made it worse. You hated that they had compelled him to leave. It was wrong to make his decision for him and they knew it.

You had gone to the mystic grill bar for a couple drinks. You had been invited to a ball hosted by the Mikaelsons. You thought it was pretentious that someone in the 21st century would host a ball, but you had missed the elegance of old fashioned parties like you used to attend before becoming a vampire.

You were busy in your own thoughts when you heard Caroline Forbes walk through the doors. She seemed upset, but to be honest, you didn’t care. You noticed she was looking at someone by the bar. You recognized him easily, Klaus Mikaelson. Caroline seemed angry at him, and efore you knew it she was yelling at him and storming out the door. Klaus quickly followed behind.

It was only then that you noticed the man who had been sitting next to Klaus. You didn’t recognize him. He saw you staring across the room at him and he gave you a flirtatious wink. You looked away and rolled your eyes.

Your glass was empty and you decided to walk over to the bar to get another drink. You sat down and waited for the bartender. The young man you saw earlier approached you.

“Hello, darling,” he said, taking the seat next to you. “I couldn’t help but notice you staring earlier. Like what you see?”

To say you didn’t find him attractive would be a lie, but you could tell he was cocky and arrogant: exactly the kind of guy you don’t want to be around right now. Yet, there was something familiar about him. “Yeah, no, I’m not playing this game with you,” You said turning away from him.

He walked around you so you were facing him again. “What game are you referring to?”

“Oh you know, the one where you see me across the room and we flirt and we drink and you use that smooth arrogant accent to talk your way into my pants. That game.”

“Why, I would never. I merely wanted to buy a lovely lady such as yourself a drink!” You laughed at his mockery as it was obvious his intentions were not pure.. “I’m Kol, Kol Mikaelson.”

“(Y/n) Salvatore.”

“Oh, you're a Salvatore. I hear our brothers don’t get along very well,” You laughed, he obviously didn’t care about the drama between your two families.

“No, they really don’t.”

“I do hope that unlike our brothers , you have no interest in killing me,”

“No, Kol Mikealson, I have no interest in killing you or being apart of any of my brothers stupid plans.” You took a swig of your drink. To be honest you were jealous of all the time your brothers put into defeating the originals and protecting Elena. They had thought you were dead for over a hundred years and they didn’t even seem to care that you moved back to town. In fact, they seemed to only think of you as a problem these days. A threat to their precious Elena’s safety. It made you furious to even think about it, hence your day drinking. You set down your glass.

“Well then, in that case, (y/n) Salvatore, why don’t you be my date this evening to my mother’s ball? It would surely piss off both our brothers,” You basically laughed in his face, but Kol just smiled and stood there.

“You want me to be your date to your moms fancy ball? You don’t even know me,” You were completely lost. An over confident guy flirting at you while you're at the bar was typical, but a thousand year old vampire you don’t know asking you to go to a ball was more than strange.

“Oh come on, (y/n), it could be fun. I’ve been told I know how to have a good time. Though, that was in 1910. I might not be as fun as I used to be, but I’m sure I will work it out.” He leaned in closer to where you were sitting. You were staring him dead in the eyes now.

“It would piss off Stefan and Damon, and I’m still mad at them for brainwashing one of my only friends in this town. Sounds like it could be fun., but let’s be clear: this is not a real date. I am simply accompanying you to your mom’s party.”

“Well, I’ll take that as a yes, then. I’ll see you tonight (y/n),” He winked and walked to the door where his brother Klaus was standing. He seemed angry, like he was mad at Kol for talking to you. What could you expect? Your brothers hated Klaus, why wouldn’t he hate his own brother talking to you? You still had a hundred questions left for the young original. You hadn’t even been sure you wanted to go to the ball, let alone with a date. There were a hundred reasons as to why you should not go, but of the few things Kol had gotten right was that it would piss off your brothers, especially Damon. Besides, it could be fun.

To be continued...

@hellish-ramblings-of-an-emo thanks for all the help on this one. You’ve been such a kind friend and theirs no one else out there like you.

Update: You can find chapter two on my blog!

#kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x you #kol mikaelson x (y/n) #kol x reader #kol x you #kol x (y/n) #vampire diaries #vampire diaries x reader #vampire diaries fanfiction

[duhragonball]

Hellsing Liveblog Ch. 57-61

This is the “Wizardry” arc. 

I don’t know why it just now occurred to me, but there’s more than a hint of the Joker in the Major’s character.   He’s always grinning, and now we have him dancing on a blimp while enemy helicopters are firing on him.

The Doctor shits a brick over this, because the arrival of the Vatican’s 9th Crusade force is the first serious resistance that Millennium has encountered since they invaded London.   He begs the Major to come back inside and move their airship to safety, but the Major is too preoccupied with dancing like a goofball.   Up to this point, the audience must have been eager to see someone take a poke at the Major.  I know I was, if only to see what sort of powers he had.   I mean, he hasn’t aged a day, but he doesn’t seem to be a vampire, so what’s his deal?

But before we can find out, the helicopter that was about to shoot him gets torn apart by magic wires.   Wait... that sounds like...

DUN DUN DUUUUUNNNNNNN! 

Yeah, Walter’s switched sides.   He’s also younger-looking too, so this must be what Schrodinger was talking about when he told Zorin that the Major and Doctor had a new “toy”.   They were too busy turning him into a vampire to bother punishing Zorin for disobeying orders.   In the previous chapter, the Major asked about using Walter (without mentioning him by name), and the Doc said something about the rushed nature of the job.    Presumably, the Doctor was doing the artificial vampire treatment on Walter all through the night, while Seras and the Wild Geese were defending the mansion. 

What I’ve never been sure of is whether this was a spur-of-the-moment decision, or if Millennium approached Walter a long time ago, and Walter’s been their mole in Hellsing throughout this entire story.   The Major’s line here seems to suggest this was a long-term plan.    “I had already decided half a century ago.   The Death’s Head [the Nazi SS skull insignia] is a fitting match for the Angel of Death [Walter’s old Hellsing codename].”

But that could just mean the Major thought of the idea way back then.   He saw Walter and Alucard wrecking all his stuff in World War II and thought “This kid would be a good recruit someday!” But when did he make the pitch?   Was it last night?    Before the Valentines’ attack?   Before Arthur Hellsing’s death?   Before the end of the war?

I think it’s reasonable to assume that Walter was on board at least before he parted ways with Integra back in Chapter 39.  The Captain suddenly showed up, and he told Integra to take the car and flee, because he wasn’t sure he could defeat the Captain and he didn’t want her around in case he failed.   But it’s much more likely that he only said this to keep her from finding out that he had a rendezvous with the Major, who arrived soon after.   

Now that I think about it, this may be the only reason the Major sent his troops to capture Integra.   He wasn’t particularly concerned about her, but he knew Walter would be with her, and he wanted to get him to the Doctor as quickly as possible.   This may also be why he ordered Zorin Blitz to hold off on attacking the Hellsing mansion.  If Walter had been inside, Zorin wouldn’t have known about his allegiance, and it’s very likely that one might have killed the other.  

Actually, yeah, this is why the Major fired those rockets on the Hellsing mansion in the first place.   If Walter was there, he would know the attack was coming, and use the attack to cover his departure. Then Zorin probably would have been ordered to give him a lift back to the Doctor.  But Walter wasn’t home, and Zorin didn’t wait for orders, and Seras turned out to be much too powerful for her.  

Wow, this is like peeling an onion.  That must be what the Major meant when he chided Zorin for costing him “precious soldiers.”    Her reckless tactics got her and her company killed, but she might have also wrecked his plans to extract Walter, and it’s only a matter of luck that he happened to be at the naval base instead of the mansion. And we know that Zorin knew nothing about Walter, because Schrodinger only hinted about him without mentioning his name.   If Zorin had known, he would have just said “Yeah, we’re turning Walter into a vampire right now, no thanks to you.”

Anyway, Walter’s betrayal fascinates me, but also fuck you, Walter, you traitorous piece of shit.

Speaking of treachery, the 9th Crusaders are busy shooting the shit out of London, killing anything that survived the previous night.    Millennium is a threat, sure, but Maxwell sees this as an opportunity to conquer England for the Catholic church.    I’m not really sure “conquer” is meant literally.   I think it’s more like, Hellsing and the Iscariot Organization have some treaty, and I think that treaty applies to their respective governments as well, but the civilian governments might know nothing about it.    Maybe?  

What I’m saying is that I think this 9th Crusade is supposed to end with the overthrow of the Anglican Church in the United Kingdom, with a new Catholic-leaning regime in its place, so that the Pope would have the same influence over the U.K. that he apparently has over continental Europe.   

In that sense, I’m pretty sure Hellsing’s version of John Paul II didn’t order Maxwell to gun down civilians and shout “Die did die die!” over a loudspeaker.   He may not have been terribly worried about Protestant casualties, but there’s plenty of Catholics living in London, after all.    Maxwell doesn’t seem to care, and I think it’s clear that he’s exceeding his mandate.   

And Alexander Anderson knows it.   I think the whole Catholic contingent in this story knows that Maxwell’s gone too far, but Anderson’s the only one honest enough to say it out loud.    Anderson’s group is still escorting Integra home when the 9th Crusade attacks, and Integra accuses Maxwell of betraying her, but Anderson remarks that such backstabbing is typical in war.    So it’s not Maxwell’s duplicity that offends him, it’s the way he’s going about it.   When Anderson kills people, he’s doing it to serve God, and God alone.   Maxwell’s not serving God at all.

“All you’re serving is his power!!” Anderson says.    By “his” does Anderson mean Satan?  Millennium?  Mars, the god of war?   Maybe all three, or maybe it doesn’t matter.   I always thought Maxwell was serving his own power, but the point is that he’s not doing God’s will by any stretch of the imagination.

But the others still respect the chain of command.  Archbishop Maxwell is in charge of the 9th Crusade and the Iscariot Organization, and Heinkel reminds Anderson that they were ordered to capture Sir Integra, not escort her home.    So they all draw their guns on Integra, resulting in the most Integra panel ever.

Then Seras shows up and beats all their asses.   Yeaaaaahhhhh!   Seras, you’re doing amazing, sweetie!

Everyone’s like “Oh shit, it’s Seras Victoria!” like they’re gonna try to fight her, but Anderson can tell that Seras is now way out of their league.   Remember, this group of Iscariots fought some Millennium troops and half of them were killed.   Seras tore through about as many Milennium troops without much hassle at all, and that was before she drank Pip’s blood.

And Anderson spares some words of praise for his foe.   I guess this is like the owner of a Ford truck exchanging compliments with the owner of a Chevy truck.    “You’re a rat bastard, Chevy man,” he says, “but those are some fine Truck Nutz” you have dangling from your tow hitch.”  They’re never gonna be pals, but real recognizes real.

Also, I just think Seras looks super extra-cool in this moment.  Anderson kind of treated her like a joke before, but now he sees her as a peer.   She looks so dark and haunted now, and at the same time she’s more comfortable and sure of herself than we’ve ever seen her.    Seras never set out to become a vampire, but she’s still found herself on this path.  It’s scary and beautiful at the same time.

But never MIND that SHIT, here comes...

No, not Maxwell, Alucard is returning!  I just used this page because Maxwell’s reaction to the news is more interesting than gloomy images of a ruined carrier drifting up the Thames river.   

There’s a moment in the Hellsing Ultimate anime, right after Seras and Anderson turn to look, where she’s got this big grin on her face, and she goes “I can feel it.   He’s returning.”  It’s not in the manga, maybe because it’s not that important, but I’m a sucker for any Seras content, and I love that moment because she can sense Alucard at a distance now, and it’s a very pleasant experience.   For Seras, I mean.  I suspect it’s actually a very bonechilling, bloodcurdling sensation, but Seras has gone Full Goth, so she digs that sort of thing now.  

I don’t know how the hell Anderson can sense Alucard, though.   Maybe being a Regenerator gave him super smelling powers, like Wolverine.  

And even the Major is pleased, because now we finally have all the major players in the same city.   Not sure why the Captain rates an appearance here, when he never says a word, but we’ll run with it. 

So, up to now, we’ve had these 9th Crusaders lined up against Millennium soldiers, each cosplaying as troops from old wars.  I guess Millennium’s SS uniforms have hint of legitimacy to them, as these guys really were part of the SS back in World War II, before they became vampires.  But the point stands, they’re walking anachronisms and they know it.  

But then Alucard jumps in between them, practically giddy for a chance to participate in this war.   Not to be outdone, Anderson and the Captain perform similar Iron Man landings on the same street.   When I watched the OVA, this was about the point I started to wonder if I had missed something about the Captain, because this story has been hinting that he’s like Millennium’s strongest guy, and somehow on par with Anderson and Alucard, even though he hasn’t said anything or done anything this entire time.   This would be like if Superman and Goku squared off in the middle of London, and then some rando OC from DeviantArt walked up to join them.   Like, we know Al and we know Andy, but who the hell is this dude?   I don’t care if he can hang with these two, they should have established that earlier.

Al asks for orders, and Integra makes this big production out of “Kill everybody with a racist uniform and a funny accent.”   Okay, fine, but this is a lot of bad guys.   How is even Alucard supposed to take them all down?  And this leads us to Control Art Restriction Level Zero.

I’m just gonna cut to the chase, because this post is running long enough already.  Al used “Level 1″ to make short work of Luke Valentine and Rip van Winkle, and maybe Dandyman as well, I’m not sure.   Recall that nothing could stop Alucard on the H.M.S. Eagle.   The Blackbird crash, the Millennium soldiers, Rip’s magic bullets, none of it.   So he activates “Level 0″, which ought to be even more gonzo overpowered, and starts reciting this alchemical poem which I really out to cover in some other post, and all the bad guys panic and start attacking him. 

To all the smartasses who say “Well why don’t the bad guys attack them during the transformation?” there you go.   AGAIN.   This sort of thing happens a lot more than you’d think, and it never works, because anime/manga creators are more self-aware than you’d think.   It never works, because if it did, then it wouldn’t be “attacking a character in mid-transformation”.  It would just be “killing a guy before he could do his big move.”  So when a character does a big climactic thing like this, there’s really only two options.   1) Have the other characters stand back and watch, or 2) have them TRY to stop it, only to fail, because it’s too late for that.

Anyway, I’m skipping all of that and just showing the end result of Alucard’s power-up.   The bad guys tear his body apart, but it doesnt’ matter because that never worked on him before, and then all these undead men crawl out of the black ether that seems to make up Al’s body.   Just a veritable flood of humans, all washing out of him like a tide of death.  

Anderson starts to figure it out when he recognizes some of the uniforms on these creatures.   And if that’s not enough, Integra explains it for Seras.   When vampires drink blood, they absorb the very essence of the living being who contained it.    “To suck blood is to make the whole existence of a life one’s own.” That’s why Zorin saw Pip’s memories when she tried to read Seras’ mind.   By drinking Pip’s blood, Seras has taken on Pip’s soul as well.   But that’s just one guy.   Alucard’s been drinking blood for over 500 years.   And each one he consumes becomes another soul in his personal army.   

I’m going to guess that Alucard didn’t always have the ability to manifest all of his victims as familiars like this.   Otherwise, how in the hell was Abraham van Helsing able to subdue him a century earlier?   The Hellsing family did stuff to enhance and improve Alucard’s powers, so maybe this was one of them.  They gave him the means to weaponize all of his victims’ souls, for use in large scale battles like this one. 

And I think this might be why Seras is trembling in this scene, because she knows that this ability was passed down to her when Alucard turned her into a vampire.   Or maybe, she’s realizing that she’s got something in common with all of those dead people in Al’s army.   Alucard made her a vampire, sure, but he still drank her blood, so doesn’t that mean there’s a Seras Victoria creature down there, standing alongside all the Janissaries, Wallachians, and everyone else Alucard has consumed?

Something I picked up on was that this is what all of those eyes in Alucard’s design are supposed to represent.   When he used Level 1 you’d see all these eyes staring out from the shadows, and now Level 0 has brought out all these dead people, like they’re the ones the eyes belong to.  Although, most of them don’t actually have eyes, just smoke trailing from their eye sockets.   So maybe that’s symbolic as well.  

There’s also horses in this mess, and that makes me wonder if Alucard drank the horses’ blood along with the riders. Anyway, Archbishop Maxwell observes all of this from his Popemobile and finally confronts the elephant in the room: Alucard is Dracula, like the Dracula.  I don’t think it was ever meant to be a secret, but Kouta Hirano’s been dancing around it this whole time, without ever spelling it out, and now he’s finally spelling it out.  

I think the only one who might not know is Seras?   Someone might have filled her in off-panel, or maybe she figured it out, since it’s not exactly hard, but I don’t know.

So yeah, somewhere in this arc, they do a headcount of all three sides of this thing.  Millennium has “572″ soldiers left, and the 9th Crusade has “2875″, while Hellsing, of course, is down to just 3.  But Alucard has more than evened the playing field, since he can do this trick and spawn an invincible army.   I’m more confused how Millennium lost 428 guys in one night.   Seras killed a lot of them, but not that many. Sir Penwood got some and Anderson killed a bunch of them, but not hundreds of them.  The Crusaders could have taken out that many, but they haven’t been here very long.  

But yeah, they try to form a Phalanx to hold off Alucard’s forces, and it does not work at all.    You can’t kill these things because they’re already dead. right?  I mean, maybe the Crusaders have holy weapons that can destroy these things, but there’s just too many of them.    And the Millennium troops don’t even have holy weapons, so they’re completely fucked.

But what about the helicopters?  Well, Alucard drank the blood of Dandyman and Rip Van Winkle too, and their powers are now a part of him, which makes quick work of nearby aircraft.    I like how these two look the same as before, but they never say a word.   I think they’re the only ones with normal eyes, although Alucard’s shadow tentrils are still fused with their bodies.  

The Crusaders’ battle lines are broken, and they beg for Maxwell to order a retreat before they’re all slaughtered.   But Maxwell refuses to give up.  He’s drunk on his new power, and so he can’t accept that he’s been one-upped so easily.   Then the helicopter carrying his Popetruck gets destroyed, and he somehow crashes without getting hurt.

And now he’s got a front-row seat to the same hell his troops are experiencing, but he still gloats, because somehow Alucard’s soldiers can’t get through the glass.    He refers to “tektite” reinforcement, and that’s dumb because Tektites are just an enemy in the Legend of Zelda.   I’m onto your ass, Hirano. 

But then Anderson throws a knife at the glass, and that breaks it, so maybe it was magic glass that only a blessed weapon could pierce?    All that really matters is that Anderson has finally turned on Maxwell, and Maxwell is doomed.

Alucard’s dead warriors hoist him up on pikes, fitting for Vlad the Impaler, and Maxwell realizes that he’s going to die alone in a foreign land.   The moral is: Don’t start none, won’t be none.

Then this happens, and I’m pretty sure Dark Horse Comics goofed when they scanned this manga for the digital edition.  I’d contact them to complain, but they don’t even sell Hellsing anymore because they lost the license years ago.   I don’t think a lot of stuff happened on Pages 62-63 of Volume 8 of the Hellsing manga, but I can’t tell.  I’m guessing just Maxwell finally succumbing to his injuries while Anderson pontificates about why he had to do it to him.   And really, Anderson hardly needs to explain his actions in this case.   Maxwell sucked.

Moving on, Anderson contacts all Vatican forces and tells them to withdraw.   They can’t beat Alucard, Maxwell is dead, and there’s nothing more they can do here.  However, Anderson chooses to stay behind and take on Alucard.  

This is Anderson’s reasoning: By releasing all of Alucard’s stolen lives to fight as his army, Alucard has left his person vulnerable to attack.  So Andy thinks that if he gets close enough to Alucard, he can finally have a chance to defeat him.   If he’s right, this might be his only chance to try.   

Anderson further speculates that this may have been the Major’s plan from the beginning.   Invade London, force Alucard to use this Level 0 ability, all to leave Alucard vulnerable to assassination.   Perhaps the Major was even counting on Anderson to see this opening and take it.  

More to the point, I think Anderson kind of has to fight Alucard because it’s the only way his people can escape London.  Integra’s orders were clear: None of these invaders leaves the island alive.    Alucard would continue hunting down the Crusaders whether they retreat or fight back, so some force has to stay and keep them occupied to save the rest.  

Anyway, now we get to the actual part with this scene, where Alucard kneels before his master and she welcomes him back.   It’s pretty satisfying to see all these butthole soldiers finally get what’s coming to them.   

I’m just gonna put up the entire reunion moment because it’s so sweet.   Interesting how Seras sort of reverts to her old self when Alucard returns.    For all that badass power she gained from drinking Pip, she’s still uneasy around Alucard.   But he missed her and I think that look on his face tells the whole story.    He of all people can tell that Seras has finally taken the fateful step to becoming a “true vampire”. 

I do think it’s kind of interesting how Seras continues to address Alucard as “Master”.   He promised her way back in Volume 1 that she’d no longer be a servant if she drank blood of her own free will, but maybe it’s more complicated than that.    Or, perhaps she still calls him “Master” out of respect, rather than any sort of blood bond or whatever you want to call it.   It’s like how Anakin continued to call Obi-Wan “Master” in “Revenge of the Sith”, even though he had been promoted to Jedi Knight.   The relationship is still there, even if it’s no longer official.  

I’m a big, dumb Seras fanboy, so you’d better believe I think about this sort of thing a lot.   I’m not real crazy about Alucard/Seras shipping, although I do sort of get it.   I’m really not interested in Seras in some freaky-deaky sex kind of way.    Take the D/s stuff to the Alucard/Integra room where it belongs.   No, there’s something very wholesome between Alucard and Seras, and I could talk about it all damn day.    And why not?  It’s my blog, and I’ve got the time.    So let’s start with--

Um, excuse you?!  

Okay, so Anderson isn’t waiting around to take on Alucard, so I guess we’re doing this now.

And whether or not the Major planned for this to happen, he certainly approves...

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[clan-sayeed-fic]

Business (Kamilah Sayeed & MC)

Reposting because of the issue with tags, hopefully it works..

Book: Bloodbound (property of Pixelberry Studios)

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed & MC: Amy (I do not own those characters, they're the property of Pixelberry Studios as well)

Warnings: none

Rating: Mature

Author's note:  I'm not a native English speaker, I'm sorry for any mistakes (feel free to correct me).

Finally, the first chapter is out for you to read 😂 Forgive me for so many descriptions in this one, but I really want to make everything clear for you.

Also, prepare yourself for a slow burn throughout this story 💕

~ 1500 words

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Chapter 1

The world has never been a peaceful place.

The rule of hierarchy was present between species since the dawn of time. But finally, the opportunity for humans has arrived, making them lords of the earth. Somehow the evolution decided to let those fragile creatures gain the knowledge that put them above others.

So humans kept enjoying life to the fullest, drawing benefits from the earth. But year after year, they were not giving anything in return. The dominant species became the direct danger to the planet, which gave them life.

That's when nature decided to speak up.

When the sky above humans' heads was peaceful, the danger crept up in the shadows. A new species created in the image of humans placed itself at the end of the food chain.

Bloodsucking monsters started walking the earth, killing those to whom they belonged not so long ago. But the perspective had been irreversibly changed since the day of their rebirth as immortals.

Worth remembering is that nature always finds a way to keep the system in balance. That's how another rule has been created on the purpose of this new world.

It says that even the best hunter may one day become the prey.

***

Kamilah Sayeed was working late in her office.

Over the years, she learned that the best time for her to work was during late hours. Especially after, the building emptied itself, leaving her alone, free from unnecessary conversations with coworkers.

New York was sleeping sweetly behind the windows when the CEO of Ahmanet Financial was still very much awake. The sound of fast tapping of the keyboard filled the room as Kamilah's eyes were moving quickly on new documents in search of any mistakes.

Her mind was lost in work, focusing all attention on the bright screen in front of her.

She was just looking through the database of her company when the phone ringing pierced through her ears, killing the silence she was worshipping so much.

The woman sighed deeply, taking a quick look at the phone. She stopped tapping right after noticing Adrian's name on the screen, realizing that the call must have been urgent. Otherwise, he would not bother her at this hour.

"Yes?" Kamilah spoke after putting on a speakerphone, hardly hiding her icy tone.

"I'm sorry for interrupting," he said politely, listening to the noise of tapping, "your work process, I assume."

"Get on with it, Adrian," she scowled, rolling her eyes.

Kamilah was thankful that her best friend was not able to see this reaction of hers. She was already imagining a sarcastic comment he would make about her attitude.

"It's about tomorrow's meeting," Adrian knew too well when it was the right time to end teasing. "Something came up out of sudden, so, unfortunately, Mr. and Mrs. Paine won't be available."

The woman sighed again, clearly annoyed this time, leaning back on her chair. Hands moved to her hair as she brushed it with her fingers, trying to remain calm.

"So the meeting is canceled," she stated, about to hang up, but Adrian intervened just in time.

"No, no," he paused, making sure she was still there. "They informed me about their absence, but the meeting is still on the top list of our day."

The words got her attention as she looked at the screen once again, composing herself on the seat.

"How is that possible?" she masked curiosity with her emotionless tone.

"They will send their daughter in return," Adrian answered, patiently waiting for her feedback.

Kamilah's eyes moved from the phone, wandering over the desk to the documents she had prepared for the meeting a while ago.

"Then, so be it," she answered shortly before hanging up.

A sly smile danced in the corner of her mouth when she created a new file. Her fingers were hitting the keyboard faster than before, disturbing silence of the night.

A spark grew in her eyes as she muttered to herself.

"Finally, something exciting."

***

Kamilah was standing near the window in the conference room, looking down at the street. Her eyes stopped at the long, black limousine which was shining in the brightness of the sun right by the enormous building of Ahmanet Financial.

It was just a matter of time when paparazzi went entirely crazy over their point of interest, just getting out of the car. A young woman hidden behind shaded spectacles, with her body covered with a big scarf, was carefully escorted by her personal security guards.

Immediately, the pavement glowed with intensely flashing cameras from every side of it. Reporters kept taking pictures long after the whole crew disappeared inside the building as if they were still hoping for a good photograph for their articles.

"Guess who's just arrived," Kamilah turned to Adrian who smiled cheerfully.

Surname Paine was well known in New York City as the most successful investor. Their fame went back in centuries. Generation after generation, family members were proving the worth of this name, making them highly valuable associates.

They had been working with vampires for ages. And by doing so, Paines remained as the only family in the city that could stay alive with this kind of knowledge. What's interesting, not many were aware of what started their cooperation with the vampires' world to begin with.

But... there was a catch.

Because of the threat that came with this kind of business, Paines had restricted rules when it went to choosing the companies they would decide to work with. It was not so easy to gain their trust, and it took a lot of patience.

Kamilah Sayeed was always prepared when it went to her new, potential associates. Also, in this case, she took her time to gather all valuable information about Mr. and Mrs. Paine. Everything about their educational and career path. She knew their family tree as if it was her own.

The CEO of Ahmanet Financial used to study her business associates in a way as she thought of them as both: her future ally,

or enemy.

What she was not prepared for in this situation was their daughter.

She could not find anything significant about this girl, so everything came down to her age. She was 22 years old, just graduated college, this part made Kamilah particularly anxious about the meeting since she expected to be taken seriously.

And hated having her time wasted.

Paines made sure that their daughter had some privacy, even though it was the hardest part to achieve. Because of the kind of life they lived, the girl was daily exposed to speculations created by paparazzi.

In their eyes, she was rated as another spoiled by influential parents kid.

What's more, the girl was always seen in the company of at least one bodyguard. With her face covered as much as it was possible, not even showing her eyes.

Paine's daughter was indeed a mysterious human thing.

At that moment, the doors were opened by the assistant who invited guests to the conference room. Kamilah turned away from the window, facing this average height woman who stepped inside. At the same time, Adrian stood up to greet the whole crew with a smile and warm words.

Only after the doors were closed again, Paine's daughter started slowly taking off her scarf and glasses. By doing so, she revealed her long, wavy, blonde hair that fell freely on her shoulders and back. Her skin was light and a little blushy from the rush that she was in earlier while trying to avoid the paparazzi.

Her eyes green, radiating.

The girl mumbled a quiet, thank you, to the guard who took glasses away from her. After doing so, she turned all her attention to both CEOs standing in the middle of the room.

Mesmerized by the view.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," finally Adrian snapped out of his astonishment and took a few steps toward the girl. Her security guards tensed slightly, watching his moves, "Amelia Paine," he extended a hand to greet her.

"Oh," she returned the gesture, shaking his hand lightly. "Please, just Amy."

She smiled delightfully, spreading warmth all over the room. The girl had this unusual for her age confidence going on. It was clear that this situation was not making her uncomfortable or nervous. As if she was prepared for this from the moment of her birth.

Her eyes moved behind Adrian's back eloquently, searching for another person she was supposed to meet with.

The woman approached her gracefully, intensely staring at the girl with her chestnut eyes, searching for a hint of hesitation. Kamilah was well aware of how influential she and Adrian were in this industry.

And yet, it made no impression on this girl.

"It is a pleasure, indeed," she said skeptically, keeping eye contact. "May I introduce myself..."

"Kamilah Sayeed," Amy's soft voice echoed in woman's ears, piercing deep inside. "Don't worry, I did my homework for today."

Truly bold words followed by the most innocent look.

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Next chapter: 2

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[captain-yeet]

Seeking Sanctuary (Demetri Volturi x Reader One-Shot)

Request by @like-rain-or-confetti

Summary: Life had been going right down the gutter for Y/N - even more so now that a crazed vampire had taken an interest in her. Her home is no longer safe. So she turned to the one she knew she could trust with her life.

Prompt: “I didn't know where else to go.”

Word Count: 1.36k

Warnings: Mentions of being stalked, anxiety, angst.

Author Notes: THIS WAS FUN AS HECK and the prompt request made my day! I don’t get those often so I’m hyped for this one in particular. Bless you for requesting this prompt because I’m a sucker for this exact thing.

When life gives you lemons they say you can make lemonade from it. You doubted that you could make any light of the situation you were in or something of use that could bring you joy when life threw an insane vampire who thought you were a reincarnation of their long lost mate at you.

In fact, life had been very hectic for you lately. Work life wasn’t going so great, and you found yourself feeling demotivated and losing interest in things you typically enjoyed.

You had become rather depressed, and the insane vampire stalker was your tipping point.

With red puffy eyes from crying your heart out, you packed what you could into a large suitcase and backpack; clothes, things you used daily, things you didn’t want to dare part with. Looking around your home, you held back a sob as you gingerly closed and locked the door, and proceeded to leave the place you once thought was your safe haven.

With dumb luck and a one-way flight to Italy booked, you hoped that he wouldn’t turn you away. If anyone was capable of helping you, it was him. 

After all, it was either this or let yourself get killed or turned into an immortal being against your will. And you didn’t want to die. Not yet. And certainly not by some crazy asshole’s hand.

Once you arrived in Italy, you made way for Volterra, armed with a cell phone and a teeny little Italian translation book at your disposal. You called ahead to the Volturi’s receptionist line that Demetri had once given you, in case you needed to contact him, to alert them of your impending arrival.

Ah, Demetri. The man in question. Your relationship with him was strictly platonic but you felt some underlying tension between the two of you. No anger or negative feelings... just, something else. You could feel the two of you had chemistry together but you chalked it up to you being wooed by the supernatural good looks.

You’d met him through a mutual friend of a friend who happened to be a doctor at some hospital in Forks, Washington and from the first moment you saw him you found him captivating. He was kind to you, he spoke to you like you were on equal footing, and there was something about him that you just couldn’t put your finger on that made you feel connected to him.

You hoped he would be able to help you. 

You were out of options at this point.

The stalking had escalated to a frightening point to where you realized that no cop - no human - could help you. You’d wake up in the night and windows would be open that you swore you shut. At first, you thought you were simply forgetful and forgot to shut them yourself... until one night where once again, they were open only instead this time, you found a bouquet of roses and a lengthy love letter going into explicit detail of your stalker’s intentions.

How he planned to “court you”, how you reminded him so much of his long lost love from so long ago, and most importantly, how he planned to “whisk you away to live in bliss for eternity.”

Fuck. That.

You checked into a hotel nearby and dropped off your belongings there before setting out to find Demetri. It was the dead of night and you found yourself in some kind of plaza, looking around you trying to get your bearings. A slight drizzle of rain gently falling on your head. “Okay, I need to think. Tower in the Palazzo dei Priori. Is this it?”

You came to a stop in front of said tower, hand hovering over the old wooden doors. Were you supposed to knock? What was the protocol for visiting the literal vampire government?

While you dilly-dallied on what to do the door opened, and the face you came to see was before you. “Y/N, what are you doing here?” Demetri asked with a mix of concern and surprise on his face.

 “I um,” you paused to swallow back the emotions bubbling to the surface in your throat, “I need your help. I - I’m sorry for appearing like this.”

Concern won over his surprise, and Demetri took off his jacket and wrapped it around your wet frame. “You’re alright,” he soothed you, ushering you indoors and out of the rain. 

If not for his arm firmly around you, you felt as if you would completely disassociate from reality. His presence was what you needed and it grounded you enough to be able to move your legs forward as Demetri lead you somewhere in the castle.

 “It really is like a castle in here,” you murmured quietly to yourself, taking in your surroundings as the two of you walked, missing him shoot you a frightened look as you continued to stare blankly ahead.

Finally coming to a stop, Demetri opened a door and brought you into a large, spacious bedroom that could pass for a condo. Leading you to a couch, he sat you down and then sat next to you, taking your hands in his gloved ones. “Tell me what’s happened, love.”

It all came out in a rush. “Just - everything has gone wrong,” you whimpered, feeling pathetic. “Things at my workplace have been chaotic and causing me a lot of stress, more so than usual. Now there’s some vampire who’s been stalking me and won’t leave me alone -”

 “Hold on, you’re being stalked by a vampire?” Demetri’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and you swore his eye color darkened.

You weakly nodded. “He thinks I’m some reincarnation of his dead ex or something. I knew you would probably be the only one able to help me... you’re a vampire too, so I thought...” Trailing off, you closed your heavy lids and sighed as your worn out emotions and the travel caught up to you. God I am so tired.

 “You did the right thing coming here. Your human police aren’t equipped to stop someone like us - especially a mad vampire. Here’s what we’re going to do; I’m going to ask a friend of mine to collect your things from whichever hotel you’ve checked into and have them brought here to my room. You will stay here until this menace has been dealt with.”

Your eyes fluttered open, anxiety filling your mind and your stomach. “But your - the leaders of this place, they’d be upset if a human -”

Demetri shushed you, reaching out to stroke your hair gently. “I’ll deal with that. Do not worry about it.”

 “I’m sorry if I cause you any trouble, Dem,” you sighed, letting slip the nickname you’d affectionately bestowed on the centuries-old vampire, eyes closing once more as the exhaustion began to take hold of you, “I just wanted to feel even a little bit safe. My own home wasn’t safe anymore and honestly? I didn’t know where else to go.”

No response from Demetri. Instead, you felt the couch you were sitting on disappear from beneath you briefly as sturdy arms wrapped themselves around your body, before being laid out carefully onto something soft and comfortable. As you nestled in more you clicked Demetri had probably put you into his bed.

And boy was it the comfiest bed you’d ever laid down in. It was what you imagined a cloud to feel like.

 “No one is going to lay a hand on you Y/N,” you heard Demetri say to you with conviction, his fingers finding their way into your hair once more to tuck a stray strand behind your ear. “Not on my watch.”

You hummed in reply, a small tiny smile on your face. “You’re a good man, Demetri,” you breathed, “I’m very lucky.”

His quiet laughter was the last thing you heard as your consciousness faded, along with what you swore was, “It’s me that’s the lucky one, cara mia.”

And as your consciousness left you, you felt a little safer knowing that you had someone in your life who would protect you from this insane vampire no matter what. A little piece of sanctuary in this scary time of your life.

#I am a sucker for all things demetri and angst-comfort #plus literally anything involving demetri I'm always down to write for #my fics #twilight saga #the twilight saga #twilight fanfiction #twilight renaissance #demetri volturi #demetri volturi x reader #volturi x reader #volturi #volturi fanfic #the volturi

[themangledsans0508]

Is this Okay?

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Summary: Marceline learned a lesson from her mother, the Vampire King, and Simon. Everything Stays. No matter what you try to do to change it.

Words: 1713, Oneshot

Warnings: None

Characters: Marceline Abadeer, Bonnibel Bubblegum, Peppermint Butler

Ships: Bubbline

Additional Tags: fluff, mild hurt/comfort

It had been two weeks since vampires returned to Ooo and Marceline had slain them all again, in the process getting turned again. She thought non-stop about the Vampire King’s words, how their cycle would continue forever if she didn’t try to change their outcomes.

But she did try, and nothing changed. She was still a vampire.

In all honesty, she didn’t care anymore. She forgot how nice it was to be mortal, but how horrible it was at the same time. The cons outweighed the pros, and she was resigned to accept it. She’d live forever, watch all the people she loved die, except for two.

Simon and Bonnibel.

Simon, she had mixed feelings about, because while he was immortal, he wasn’t himself. One day, she’d save him. Saving him might make him mortal, and then she’d lose him.

Against her better judgement, she reached for her phone. She tapped before she could change her mind and let the fish circle her ear. It rang.

And rang.

And rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey Bonnie,” Marceline said quietly.

“Marcy, what are you doing still up? It’s almost one in the afternoon,” Bonnie asked. Marceline felt under the spotlight, but there was no backing down now. She had called and now she had to ask.

“I haven’t slept. In a few days really. Do you remember a few weeks ago when you said that if I wanted, I could move into the castle?”

“Yeah?” Bonnie’s voice sounded hopeful, and Marceline felt guilty.

“I’m sorry, this is misleading. I wanted to ask if I could drop by sometimes. I like having my own space, but like I also want to be,” she hesitated and cautiously continued “I want to be living with my girlfriend. Sometimes, but just keep my house. In case or whatever.” Marceline heard the clicking of something being put down and the shifting of clothes and she figured she had called while Bonnie was doing an experiment.

“That’s okay. I don’t mind. Honestly, I miss you. Miss how we used to be. Like, domestically. Not everything else. That was bad. You’re welcome over whenever you want, I don’t know if you want your own room or-”

“Bon, if you’re okay with it, I’d like to share your room,” Marceline requested. She braced herself for dismissal or decline but she was met with silence.

“Colour stays in my clothes,” Bonnie ordered. Marceline’s ears perked up and she practically jumped off her bed. “No going in the lab while I’m experimenting, something could go wrong and someone could get hurt. It’s a safety issue, not because I don’t want you there. Unless you’re careful, then you can hang out there.”

“Those are some pretty easy rules to follow,” Marceline stated.

“They’re supposed to be, I’m not going to strap you down and tell you that you can’t do this or that.”

“Are you doing anything important right now?”

“Besides cleaning the last remaining remnants of the King of Ooo ruining my lab? No.”

“So I could come over right now?”

“Yes, except it's daylight.”

“I have an umbrella.” She heard Bonnie laugh on the other end.

“You are so stubborn. Be careful, okay? I don’t need a crisp staining my hallways.”

“Pff, it’ll be fine. See you in a bit, Peebles.”

Marceline may have been too hasty, and in her rush accidentally stuck her arm out of the shade and got burned, but that was fine because of her healing powers. She flashed Finn and Jake a wave when she came across them to raised eyebrows in the Candy Kingdom. She slipped into the castle without the Banana Guards noticing due to their own lack of attention and closed her umbrella, leaning against it.

An angry mint stalked towards her and pointed a gloved hand at her.

“If you are here to be turned mortal again, you’ll have to wait! The Princess has not even begun rebuilding the machine, and I hope you have prepared properly for the potential consequences of your actions after you were poisoned and almost perished! May I also request you refrain from placing the Princess in harm’s way?”

“Move over, candy man.” Marceline nudged him out of the way with the tip of her umbrella. “I’m a vampire for good. If I catch you trying to stake me I’ll drain all the red from your body. Where’s Bonnie?” Peppermint Butler huffed and adjusted his suit.

“She’s organising her lab. If you do her any harm I will make sure your fate is worse than death.” Marceline rolled her eyes.

“Heard that before, Minty.” She walked across the floor, her heels clicking against the solid candy floor. She could hear Peppermint Butler mumbling things under his breath but she elected to leave well enough alone. She navigated by memory to the lower halls, pausing at the lab doors. She hesitated before knocking.

“Come in!” Marceline stepped through the doorway and quickly reacted when she saw a glass beaker falling. She dived down and caught it, rubbing her neck sheepishly when she handed it back.

“You gotta be careful Bonnie, that could’ve shattered.” Bonnie carefully put the contents of her arms into the sink and dusted her hands together, leaning against the counter.

“I have plenty more, it wouldn’t have been the end of the world,” Bonnie said calmly. Her body language was a different story, her hands fidgeted and her eyes looked everywhere but Marceline’s. She tapped the toe of her shoe against the floor. “How long do you think you’ll be staying?”

“Want me gone already?” Marceline joked. Bonnie frowned.

“No, I’d love to have you here full-time, I was just curious how much time I’ll have with you before you go back to your house.”

“I don’t know, I just want to be here with you for a while. Even if Mints wants me gone.”

“Peps just doesn’t trust you, he’s skeptical of everyone,” Bonnie explained.

“I’ve literally been around you longer than he’s been alive, if I was going to do anything I would’ve done it seven centuries ago,” Marceline deadpanned. Bonnie pushed herself away from the counter.

“I know you would’ve and I trust you completely.” She placed a tender hand on Marceline’s cheek. “I’d trust you with my life.”

“Same. And I have multiple times. But if the little dude comes for me I will shatter him into a million pieces and throw him out the window.”

“Please do be careful with him, it’s such a pain to have to put him back together piece by piece,” Marceline grumbled something under her breath and reluctantly nodded in agreement.

~

She was fidgeting.

That in and of itself wasn’t usual, Marceline was typically always moving in one way or another. This time, however, she was nervous.

Not because she was sleeping next to Bonnibel, on the contrary sleeping beside her was actually comforting. It was the fact that she had a question to ask that she wasn’t sure she had her own answer to.

“Bonnie?” she spoke quietly in case her partner was asleep. She felt shifting beside her and didn’t have to turn to know Bonnie was looking at her.

“Yeah?” She took a few deep breaths and felt a warm hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Bonnie, are you okay with me being a vampire?” The words hung in the air for a time, and Marceline could tell Bonnie was choosing her words carefully before saying them. The fingers on her shoulder tightened its grip.

“Marcy, look at me.” She did, her eyes meeting Bonnibel’s. Her face was unreadable, which was normal but did little to put Marceline at ease. She took Marceline’s hand and held it in between them. “When I first met you, you were a vampire. It didn’t bother me back then, why would it bother me now?”

“I don’t know, I just,” she sighed, leaning back slightly, “I’m a freak. I have to drink the colour red, I can’t go outside during the day, I can’t eat garlic, your butler was so worried I could go crazy he’s been getting things to stake me with! My heart doesn’t beat unless I make it, I’m basically permanently cold, I don’t need to breathe ever. I committed genocide on my entire species except for one other vampire!” She broke eye contact before whispering, “I’m a freak. You’re a princess. At least when I was human, I was able to be normal. Like we could be a normal couple.”

“Marceline, I’ve always loved you for you. I don’t care if my sleep schedule gets thrown off, I don’t care if my entire kingdom goes pale. We haven’t used garlic here in centuries I can barely remember what it tastes like. And us being a normal couple?” she laughed and smiled, “I’m a sentient piece of gum that rules a kingdom she made from scratch that is also a lesbian. You’re a half-demon half-vampire who’s a rockstar and a queen and also bisexual. The word ‘normal’ and ‘us’ go together like two electrons.” Her smile faltered.

“If I’m honest, I didn’t want you to turn human again. For entirely selfish reasons. I didn’t want to lose you one day. But that was unfair to you, and it’s your life. I hate to say it but I was happy when you got turned back. It saved me a lot of work. I was going to try and find some way to prevent ageing, just because of my own fears.”

“That kind of defeats the point of being mortal,” Marceline pointed out.

“I know. That’s why I said it was selfish. For my own reasons I never wanted you to die. Either way, you would be ageless either naturally or by my doing, so in the end, I didn’t mind. Vampire or human, you’re still Marceline. That’s all I care about.” Marceline smiled at her.

“Bonnibel Bubblegum showing emotions?” She leaned forward and pecked her lips.

“Don’t make me regret it.” She started to turn away before pausing, looking back at Marceline with a sly grin. “Actually, there’s one thing that being a vampire has over being a human?”

“What?”

“It’s kind of hot.” Even dead, some hue came to Marceline’s cheeks as she playfully shoved Bonnibel off the bed.

#chara writes #bubbline #at marceline #at bubblegum

[astxlphe-fics]

Faustluna / Luna will never tire of hearing Faustina say their name.

Eeeh this is messy as hell but I've wanted to write this ship since forever. This is a mix up of headcanons and weird theories stacked up into a fluff one shot, since i don't have enough canon to have a proper idea of how they would interact.

regarding Luna I think they use he/she/they but for this fic I stayed with they/them. Might change if I write them again.

this is just experimenting with how to write them so probably on the ooc side.

The boys are in bed, and Vanitas – well, Luna now — allows themselves to breath.

Children. What in the world has taken over them, deciding to care for children? It’s not something they know how to do, and there isn’t a day where they don’t doubt. What if something happened to the boys because of them?

They sit at the table, looking out through the window. The moon shines at them from over their head, round and white as it often is in the human world. It makes them miss the other world, the beautiful red moon hanging in its night sky. As red as her eyes.

They have only been to Altus a handful of times, hoping to catch a glimpse of this new world tailored for vampires and, maybe, of a certain person — but they could not, and given up.

Luna doesn’t like vampires, in general. They, themselves, are not quite the same kind of vampire as the rest, and they know they’re not the only ones. That there are others, out there, living in and outside of Altus, born under the blessing of the blue moon, vampires for whom blood is the gateway to the soul.

There are footsteps and a knock, and Luna stands, hand closing round their staff as they open the door. Their eyes narrow as they recognize the smaller, white figure in front of them, pale hair and skin and red eyes stark against the night.

“You Highness,” they greet, and Faustina, Queen of the Vampires, tilts her head. "I didn't know you were well enough to travel."

“Vanitas,” she greets back — if you could call that a greeting, but neither of them had the opportunity to be friendly those days, even if Luna knows it’s not quite her fault. The queen blinks. “I have my moments. Are you not inviting me in?”

“I would rather we spoke outside, actually.” They smile, deceptively wide. “The moon is full and the stars bright, Your Highness.” They close the door behind them, leading the Queen further away from the house. “We should enjoy it while it lasts.”

Displeasure flickers across her face. “I’m not here as the Queen,” she says. “I'm here as a friend, if you accept it.”

And who would Luna be if they didn't? She hasn’t come to them in decades, maybe even centuries — it’s getting difficult to keep track of those things. She isn't entirely free to do as she likes, always followed by guards, under the watchful eyes of the aristrocracy waiting for a moment of weakness.

“In that case...” Luna relaxes, and they chuckle. “As if I could ever refuse my dear Faustina. Would you like something to eat? You have come a long way.”

Like by magic, Faustina's open expression as she heard her name gives way to a slight grimace. “I would rather not, I did eat before traveling and—”

“Ah, you still worry about my cooking, don't you? You shouldn't, I didn’t prepare a thing — it’s all leftovers from lunch, the boys—” they trail off. As a friend, Faustina should be allowed to know about the boys. Besides, it might concern her one day. The books are not Luna's alone, and to this day Faustina still periodically loses herself to the curse that Luna themselves, in a moment of anger, set on them. “Well, we made it together.”

“The boys?”

“My kin.”

“Your—” Faustina’s eyes go wide, and Luna settles on the grass with very little grace, patting the spot next to them. The staff almost falls to the ground and they yelp, catching it and carefully setting it down. “Come on, sit, it’s quite the story.”

Faustina sits as well, her hair falling in gentle curls around her, over her clothes, and on the grass. She looks at Luna curiously and, Luna can tell, a bit of suspicion. “Tell me.”

And so, Luna does. “The humans had, for a reason or another, secured our books and a sample of my blood. Then, they—” They pause, looking over to the house. “I assume the blood was injected, and that they were looking for a way to use the books.”

“Those boys you spoke of—”

They nod. “The scientists made two human children my kin, and I took them in. What else could I have done?”

Faustina stays quiet for a minute, frowning. “You could get rid of those books, for a start.” Her lips pull down into a frown as Luna laughs out loud. “This is serious. If the human chasseurs could get their hands on something like then, then who knows what else they could do? Vanitas —”

“I go by Luna now, actually.”

“Oh." Faustina stops, silently mouthing the name. "Since when?”

“Three nights ago. One of the boys call me Father, but the other named me." They grin. "Do you hear this, Faustina? I have a name of my own now! And I like it.”

“And I am glad for you, but—”

“Come on, use it,” Luna demands, voice rising higher in excitement. “I would like to hear it from my dearest Faustina!” They could feel the flush of their face, probably now colored a dark blue, and Faustina’s own cheeks turns a cute, unexpected pink.

“Luna,” she calls out, voice barely above a whisper, and Luna’s heart, if it beat with the same kind heartbeat as the other's, would skip and stutter.

“Again.”

“Luna,” Faustina says again, louder this time, and adds, hesitant: “And you say the boy gave it to you?”

Luna chuckles, nodding. “Of course – it was so sweet, I immediately loved it. Why?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Tell me now. Are you jealous?”

“What in the world —”

But Luna claps their hands together, giddy. “I’m sure they could come up with a good name for you too, if you dislike your current one. You would have to wait until morning though, I will not wake them for you. They’re young, and need their sleep.”

“I’m not jealous—”

“Then are you upset that you were not the one who chose my name?” Faustina has always been a possessive one, and the one time she decided to be selfless, to put the needs of others before herself, they lost each other.

Faustina stares resolutely at the grass. They are each other’s oldest friends, the very first to discover just how deep the changes were within them. “We gave each other our true name,” she whispers. “And you gifted me with the name I use every day. It would have been more fitting for me to choose another name for you, wouldn’t it?”

Neither of them knew, at the time, how much this simple act would bind them together. And yet, as time went and more vampires appear, as she became a queen and they became scorned, their common true name kept them linked.

“It would have,” Luna agrees. “But you didn’t, because when the time came to do it, the others already cast me away and named me Vanitas . And you didn’t stop them.”

“I should have.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. I am of another kind entirely, after all.” They have long since resigned themselves to the fact that they didn’t belong with the vampires, with Faustina’s people, with Faustina herself. They can’t walk into Altus and the palace, can’t stand by Faustina’s side every day as they did once.

If Luna and Faustina hated each other, both for abandonement and for the curse, for Luna's insistence that they kept looking for what made them different, they've long since left this resentement behind. What is left now is a curse running unchecked, unable to be stopped, independently from Luna's own will.

“It suits you,” Faustina says instead of acknowledging the truth. “Luna, the moon.”

“Good, because I’m not changing,” Luna answers proudly. It’s their name, one not given out of hate or fear. The moon seems to glow brighter above them, approving. Vanitas has always been more of a warning than a name, a reminder to vampires that they may not be humans, but that they were vulnerable and mortal all the same. Luna is different. Luna fits. “Again.”

Faustina sighs, but she smiles and indulges them. “Luna,” she repeats. “Your name is Luna. Luna, like the moon. My Luna. L—”

Oh, Luna is never getting tired of hearing it from Faustina's mouth. Still, they lean down and like something they’ve already practiced thousands of times — no, not like, is something that they have done many, many times before — she kisses her, because she is right and they love to hear it.

Luna is Faustina’s and Faustina is Luna’s.

“Thank you, my dearest.” They lower their head, rest their forehead on her shoulder, and Faustina's hands carefully combs through their hair. She can’t see their face, which is fine, because if she saw she would know that this may be the last time they see each other. Luna is old, and they can tell the end is coming one way or another. Hopefully, their death will not affect their dear Faustina as much as they fear. Their bond runs deeper than any other, and it would not surprise them if Faustina felt them die, even all the way to Altus. “I love it even more when I hear you say it.”

“Then it is the only name I’ll ever call you from now on, Luna."

#vnc #vanitas no carte #faustluna #vnc luna #vnc faustina #votbm