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vampirecasanova · 2 years

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〖 BEN BARNES. CIS MAN. HE&HIM. ┇ that's DEMETRI , a VAMPIRE that just blew out 28 ( 1000+ ) candles on their last birthday cake. i heard them listening to GLORY BY THE SCORE the other day. rumor on the street is that HE sides with THE VOLTURI in this time of war. fortunately they will be able to defend themselves with tracking sense.. they remind me of DARK EYES OBSERVING YOUR EVERY MOVE, YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE; THE THRILL OF THE CHASE; AMBIGUOUS SMILE THAT LURES YOU IN; THE SOLITUDE OF FORGETTING YOUR OWN MOTHER'S FACE; DISTANT MEMORIES OF WHAT YOU USED TO CALL FAMILY - THEY DON'T SEEM REAL ANYMORE.

→ NAME: demetri angelos tornikios → AGE / DATE OF BIRTH.: 28 (1000+) / 1000 AD → SPECIES: vampire → GENDER / PRONOUNS: cis man / he&him → SEXUALITY: bisexual

→ PARENTS: artemius laskaris angelos tornikios & eudokia doukaina tornikina → SIBLINGS: acacius (older brother), heron (older brother), lysandra (younger sister), orion (younger brother) → PLACE OF BIRTH: thessaloni, greece, the byzantine empire → LANGUAGES: ancient greek, modern greek, old, middle and late egyptian, latin, italian, french, spanish, arabic → OCCUPATION: tracker → ABILITY: track people through the tenors of their minds

→ TRAITS: charismatic, flirtatious, eloquent, manipulative, ruthless, cruel, audacious, adventurous, incisive, vitriolic, arrogant, loyal

born a loooong time ago in thessaloniki, the byzantine empire.

he was the middle child out of five siblings. the tornikinos were what you’d consider lower class; lysandra, demetri’s younger sister was the first in the family to receive proper education.

artemius died during the byzantine-georgian wars. demetri was fourteen. eventually his older brothers moved out, had families of their own. all the responsibilities lay on demetri - he couldn’t abandon his family. he was one of the best hunters in thessaloniki, his catches filling most of the meat markets there.

and then.. a lot of it is a blur. his memory betrays him sometimes; this old life feeling so surreal. who was his father? he doesn’t know. it doesn’t matter. he remembers caring for his mother, his little siblings. he remembers how it felt to love them. laughing at orion’s jokes. helping out lysandra with her studies. does he remember lysandra’s face or has he made up some image in his head? he’ll never know.

he remembers anna. her beautiful wedding gown, her tears when demetri left to die in the same war his father had. only, he didn’t die. he changed. amun found him and gave him a new life. he saw demetri’s talents, embraced them and trained him. if he’d been a good hunter as human, now demetri was truly something else.

to his loved ones, he was presumed dead. it’s better this way, amun would say, but demetri didn’t listen. it wasn’t hard to find anna - just a month after his transformation. it was dangerous, but demetri was confident in himself, his abilities and restrain as usual. little did he know how easy it would be to lose control at the sight of anna with another man; just a month later and she’d already replaced him. did she even mourn? did she even care? that night, demetri made his first kill. he’d fed on people before, but amun always made sure that the man would have restraint. not tonight, though. he hadn’t meant to kill anna as well, but he was thirsty. he was angry. he’d spend the next hundred years mourning her, hating and blaming himself, until one day.. it didn’t matter.

it didn’t take long for the volturi to hear of demetri’s gift and offer him a place in his guard. whatever the volturi wanted, they got; besides, with chelsea’s gift it was hard to refuse. demetri had been the volturi's lone tracker since then, and he was in charge of hunting down anyone who sought to avoid the volturi's grasp, typically out of fear of death. he was known as the world's best tracker, with the ability to track anyone, anywhere, as long as he had physically encountered them or anyone who had encountered them.

some wanted plots:

* descendant (demetri has kept track of his family ever since he turned. to his surprise, one of his descendants is in mystic falls). * people he’s turned * friends / acquantances / frenemies. ppl he gets along with but would betray in a heartbeat for the volturi. * exes / past flings / hook ups. demetri doesn’t do serious relationships so most of these would have been casual, but i’m also down for a serious relationship that ended up in a disaster * more volturi plots in general and also pls his bestie felix!! * anything we could think of <3

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empire-of-wildfire · 3 years

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HOLIDAY SURPRISE

A @starseternalnighttriumphant X @empire-of-wildfire CHRISTMAS MINI-FIC COLLABORATION

a/n: here’s the first part guys!! We hope you guys enjoy it! Sorry for those of you that saw this yesterday, I’m not sure why tumblr decided to post it almost 24 hours early. Send me or Hannah @starseternalnighttriumphant an ask if you’d like to be added to the tag list!

Cassian Laskaris’s personal phone buzzed in his jacket pocket, causing him to frown. Almost no one bothered him on his phone while he was at work, so he fished it out of the deep pocket and looked at the name that flashed on the screen. A sigh followed by a small smirk, he answered the call and put the phone up to his ear.

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Funny,” Rhys answered, voice full of amusement. “I was just checking for cold feet.”

“Are you sure you meant to call me and not Feyre?” Cassian drawled.

“Hers are warm and currently playing footsie with mine.” There was a shuffle and Feyre’s tinkling laugh in the background. “I just want to make sure you’re actually coming.”

Rhys’s worry was genuine, but it still grated Cassian’s nerves. He had promised his found brother he would be there for his wedding, and Cassian was many things, but he never broke his promises to the people he loved.

“Yes, bastard brother of mine,” Cassian sighed, spinning in his office chair. “I leave in the morning. I’ll see your ugly face tomorrow.”

His door opened, a beautiful dark haired, deeply tanned skin woman walking in, her hips swinging. Emerie smirked at him, holding a folder, and he took his time dragging his eyes over her. She looked extremely good in that tight black dress and he wanted to—

“Are you still there?”

“Sorry,” Cassian muttered, leashing his dirty thoughts. Now wasn’t the time. “Yes, Rhys, I’ll be there. I have everything set up, I’ll see you around one or two p.m.”

He hung up before Rhys could say anything else, turning his womanizing smile towards Emerie. She had started at the firm less than a year ago, and Cassian knew he shouldn’t have spent most of the time fooling around with her. But she was a good distraction, and she didn’t want anything from him besides friendship with benefits. She was also the only woman that had lasted this long in the past four years since he’d left Velaris. Most women only made it a few weeks, maybe a month or two.

“Dinner tonight before I leave?” he asked as she handed him the folder containing his next high profile law case.

“My pleasure,” she purred, winking as she left.

Despite Rhys’s protests, Cassian had decided to rent a car and stay at one of the two hotels in Velaris. He hadn’t been home once in four years; he felt awkward even being back in his old stomping grounds without the subtle tension his presence in Rhys and Feyre’s home would bring. He didn’t fit in anymore, and though his brother would never admit it, Cassian knew it was better to keep a distance. And he knew Rhys and Feyre would be busy with wedding planning, and his intrusion in their house would probably create more stress since he was staying through Christmas until the day after New Years, their wedding on the very first day of the year. Rhys and Feyre were disgustingly romantic like that.

After checking into the hotel and letting Rhys know he was on his way, Cassian decided last minute to take the scenic route to his brother’s home. He wasn’t sure what had pushed him to do it; curiosity, maybe. He hadn’t been home in four years.

Velaris hadn’t changed much in the years since he’d been gone. Honestly it was like looking into a time capsule— everything was almost identical to how it had been when he’d blown out of town to chase his dreams. Driving through the small town, he was immediately transported back in time to his high school and college days.

Ahead on his right was the park where he’d met Feyre, Nesta, and Elain not long after the Archeron family had moved to Velaris. He still remembered that night perfectly: he’d been having a normal conversation with Azriel when Feyre walked over, her sisters in tow, and his entire world had stopped the moment his eyes fell on Nesta. She was without a doubt the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Dressed simply in a gray t-shirt dress and sandals, her long golden brown hair was braided around her head. Cassian remembered marveling, knowing that something so intricate had to have taken quite a bit of time. Nesta hadn’t appreciated the staring, and made sure to tell him as much as soon as she walked up to him.

He abruptly shook himself out of the memory, trying to focus on driving so he didn’t get lost in his past and the girl who still haunted his dreams even four years later. But then just a bit further down the road, there was the restaurant where he’d taken her on their first date, almost a year after he’d met her. It had taken him so long to get her to go out with him, he honestly thought she’d just agreed to get him to leave her alone. But that night he’d walked her to the door and he’d said goodnight, not wanting to push her too far. He had moved to leave when she’d grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him. Nesta was the kind of girl who knew what she wanted, even back then, and that first kiss broke and remade him all at once.

The entire drive to Rhys’s house was a lot of the same. He passed their spot, a hidden trail leading back to a small lake that he’d taken Nesta to after six months of dating, which was where they had their first time. He still sometimes got embarrassed at how awkward he’d been then. He passed the Archeron’s old house, now occupied by a different family, which was where he told her he loved her for the first time. Everywhere he turned, memories of him and Nesta haunted him like a ghost. It left him unsettled, that despite years of silence and trying to forget and move on, Nesta was still so much a part of who he was.

He was glad when he finally pulled Rhys’s driveway, able to put the memories of the past to bed and focus on the present. His excitement at being home increased exponentially as he got out of the car; he’d missed his brothers, and despite how infrequently they communicated he still loved his family fiercely.

He knocked on the door twice and within seconds it was opening. He hadn’t expected it to be the tall and lithe woman his brother had been in love with nearly a decade, but his grin was genuine as Feyre laughed in delight and all but jumped into his arms, hugging him tight. He wrapped a strong arm around her, hefting her up as he pushed further into their house. He set her down and he ruffled her hair when she looked back at him.

She batted his hand away. “I was worried I wouldn’t recognize you.”

He raised a brow. “I’m hurt. It’s only been a few years.”

Feyre rolled her eyes and turned towards the staircase. “Rhys, my favorite brother is here!”

Cassian laughed as Rhys came down the stairs, shaking his head. “Gone four years and you’re already trying to steal my fiancée, brother.”

The two hugged firmly, and Cassian tried to ignore the tightness in his throat. He remembered the last time he’d seen Rhys in person. It had been a year after he left, and his brother had all but begged him to come home. But Cassian had been so entrenched in his work, climbing up the ladder at the law office he’d joined, and he’d refused. It had led to a huge argument, and though it had long since been resolved, Cassian still thought about it almost everyday.

“It’s good to see you,” Rhys told him, clapping him on the shoulder. “I hope you’re ready for some wedding planning because we have about five more seconds before Feyre darling sends you out on a task.”

Feyre’s slim hand smacked Rhys’s arm. “I was going to ease him into it.”

Cassian huffed a laugh, meeting his future sister-in-law’s eyes. “Tell me what you need.”

Feyre rattled off that she needed him to pick up all the stationary waiting at the printing shop, place cards and thank you notes and custom signs to scatter around the wedding venue. She gave him the receipt and told him where it was, even though it was unnecessary. It seemed that nothing had changed in this small town, and that included the local printing shop. He was willing to bet it was still owned by the same old woman that had printed their graduation announcements so many years ago.

The shop was near the town center, and he parked on the side of the road next to the library. He got out and looked at the towering structure, knowing that it used to be the town hall hundreds of years ago when Velaris used to only have a few hundred people. Now it was the library, and his mind drifted back to spending summers there, doing book reports on books he never actually read. He remembered finding Nesta there the next week after he’d met her and her sisters, nestled in a quiet corner with a book in her hands.

He’d been surprised; he’d only known her for a week but she had struck him as the reading type. He remembered he had come up to her to talk to her and she’d hid the book behind her back, a light blush staining her cheeks, taking his breath away which he had tried to hide with a laugh. He’d managed to grab the book from her hands and saw that it was one of the smutty romances that were in the adult section that he and his brothers had snickered at as young teens.

A slight smile turned his lips up as he remembered how embarrassed and angry she’d been, and how she’d gotten him back by “accidentally” spilling her drink all over his pants during lunch. He’d been mocked for weeks.

He blinked, pulling himself out of the memory, shaking his head slightly. Gods, he was going to go insane if he stayed in this town longer than he had to. It was bad enough he was here for over a week. He’d have to stay holed up in his hotel room as much as possible if he wanted to escape wave after wave of memories and nostalgia that seemed to crash into him without any warning.

Cassian headed down the street and grabbed all the wedding stationary from the printing shop. Sure enough, it was that same old lady. And she’d been delighted that he was back in town, patting his cheeks and telling him to come by before he left. He’d given her his charming grin, but he’d left feeling… off.

The drive back to Rhys and Feyre’s house was a blur, trying not to let his mind wander as he pulled into the driveway. Hefting the large paper bags that held everything Feyre had ordered, he walked up the steps and reached for the doorknob with his free hand.

The door opened before his fingers even brushed the cool metal, a figure he’d almost mistaken as Feyre standing in the doorway. She was dressed in dark blue scrubs, her golden brown hair braided in that all too familiar crown around her head. Her smooth, flawless face froze in an expression of pure shock, her full lips falling open as she stared at him.

He knew his own mouth was hanging open, his heart in his throat as he met the steel blue gaze of the woman he had known better than he’d known himself. A woman he’d loved fiercely for almost seven years, a face that haunted his dreams even when he tried so hard to forget her.

He hadn’t seen her, handn’t heard from her, hadn’t even heard her voice in four years but Nesta Archeron’s silky tone still managed to raise goosebumps along his skin as she blurted out, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

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