#he kisses the annoying vampire btw

[stoupax]

a character reference sheet for Tav, my chaotic neutral Baldur’s Gate 3 protag. I don’t even have a fancy first or last name for him... just the default “Tav” has felt fitting since I fell into the hellhole of Early Access. he’s a rogue with the thief subclass, but I usually choose magic initiate: druid as a feat so he can have a wee bit more magic and, most importantly, beast speech, so he can talk with Scratch the dog, and Nudge the owlbear cub (and get the hot goss from other critters). I also play Tav in an Eberron 5e campaign, in which his subclass is arcane trickster.

7/30/22 edit: I’ve given him the last name Fenway because just “Tav” was getting chaotic (which suits him but I like to be organized)

some #backstory under the cut!

(cw: domestic violence)

Tav was born and raised in Baldur’s Gate. he is his human mother Flissa’s second child, by a high elf man she either cannot or will not name. her human husband Garrick was not happy about this, but he wasn’t particularly happy when he thought the expected baby was his anyway, so this was never going to be a great family dynamic. Flissa and Garrick’s marriage has always been turbulent and mutually abusive. Tav’s older half-sister, Yora, is ten years his senior, and when she was fourteen, she left home without saying goodbye.

Garrick was a sailor, Flissa was a professional swindler. Tav had special roles in Flissa’s various street grifts, and thought of it as a game, until he was old enough to understand how destitute they actually were. he became good at pickpocketing on his own, which Flissa also took advantage of. it was very easy to pretend being a hungry little urchin, because he was. it was easy for them both to pretend they were battered, because they were. Tav’s parents were not responsible spenders; thank goodness he could go to public school for free when Flissa didn’t want to keep track of him on the street.

when Tav was twelve, there was a massive fire in the tenement building his family lived in, in Brampton of the Lower City. it happened in the middle of the night, when most were sleeping. the fire was mostly contained to the one building, but nonetheless devastating. Flissa got herself out quickly. Garrick was much slower to react to the rapidly escalating situation, and Tav was, well, a very frightened kid who was more or less abandoned. it’s hard for Tav to remember exactly, but the way he understands the course of that night is: he was navigating through smoke and flame down a corridor, when his step-father bowled him over to rush out. Tav was able to get onto his feet again, despite injuries and actively burning. he was resuming his own escape when Garrick got himself trapped under falling beams and debris. Garrick called out to him, but Tav kept running. the rest is a blur; he has vague memories of waking up in the Harborside Hospital, covered in burns, being treated by various healers, neighbors in the cots around him. an unusually charitable cleric at this hospital made it possible for Tav to leave without a hefty bill, healthy but for the scarring on his legs, which had taken the most burn damage. he was reunited with Flissa. Garrick never got out.

Tav’s relationship with Flissa was at its best after the fire, but still not good. the back and forth between “work with me today,” and “go to school or anywhere else, I don’t want to see you” was exhausting for him. he often argued to “work” with her or skipped school to do his own “work,” or else he wouldn’t see any coin or a sufficient meal that day. he started stashing his own money and thinking of taking a page from Yora’s book.

at sixteen, Tav did leave, after an emotional blowout and physical altercation with his mother. he unintentionally concussed Flissa, and while she sat dazed on the floor of their small apartment, he gathered his money, the money of hers that he could find, and simply walked out the door. Tav maintains that the short stint of homelessness that followed was entirely worth it. no more fists bearing down on him, no more yelling, independence. the same old pickpocketing, stealing, and conning (on different streets than his mother’s ‘stomping grounds’) helped him get by until a Guild member offered to recruit him for an up and coming kingpin.

at the start of Baldur’s Gate 3, Tav is 26 years old. he’s been a professional spy under the codename/psued “Locke” for several years now, working for an information broker who mostly deals with pettier nobles trying to bring down other petty nobles. it’s an easy job, people-watching and stealing information; he’s good at it, well paid for it. he doesn’t need to pick pockets or steal trinkets anymore, but old habits die hard, and he sees it almost as a fun little game to himself; he likes to see how much he can get away with before anybody suspects something. he boasts never having had guards or any Flaming Fist come after him, even without Guild protection. he has a small apartment on the third floor of a decent boarding house in the Seatower neighborhood of the Lower City, and that is where he was walking to when the mindflayers’ nautiloid swept over the city.

you can look at his generic tag here, or artwork of him here.

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[doe-eyed-fool]

Lucifer X Reader oneshot where the reader snorts when she laughs. Like between bursts of giggles and cackles there’s a short or drawn snort that follows. And since there’s some peeps that hate fun, reader’s gotten comments about her loud ‘obnoxious’ laugh so she tries to keep a lid on her laughter. Maybe Luci notices that she tends to cover and muffle her laughter when he’s telling her a funny story or joke and he pulls out all the stops to get a laugh out of her. Maybe telling her an embarrassing story or tickling her and when he succeeds she’s so flustered but can’t stop and is just laughing and snorting while turning bright red.

Lovely

Lucifer x Reader

Warning(s): Slight Angst, Fluffy Ending

(Pst! I love your pfp btw! I hope you enjoy~)

Dating Lucifer couldn’t have been more easy. Lucifer had to be the kindest, loving, and sweetest demon in all of Hell. Which, considering he is the literal king of Hell, that was saying quite a bit.

You couldn’t have asked for a better partner. Lucifer was very attentive when it came to you. He always wanted to make sure you were happy. And how else to make someone happy, than to tell some funny terrible jokes?

However, you hated your laugh more than anything. And so did others, at least, the people you’ve met in the past did. Your friends now had never heard you laugh, like, truly laugh.

Sure, you’d giggle every now and then. But never really laugh. And for good reason.

But there was no hiding things from Lucifer.

“Hey sweetie?” Lucifer joins you on the couch, you look up from your phone. “Yes?” You hum. “What has webbed feet and fangs?” He asks. You furrow your brows in confusion. “Uh, what?”

“Count Duck-ula!” Lucifer exclaims as he holds up a vampire themed rubber duck. You blinked before a light chuckle leaves you. “Oh? You like that one?” Lucifer raises an eyebrow. “Then…”

“Where do suck ducks go?” Lucifer pauses. “The duck-tor!”

Turn away from Lucifer and making a shooing motion with your hand as your chuckle turned into a fit of giggles.

“Come on, you never let me hear your laugh.” Lucifer inches closer to you. “Don’t tell me I’ll have to force it out of you?” He says teasingly. “N-No!” You squeak. “It’s awful!”

“Awful? I doubt it. There’s nothing awful about you, my love.” Lucifer says, placing his hand on your shoulder gently. You couldn’t help but smile, but your grin dropped after a second.

His words were kind, but you knew better. Your laugh really was awful. It’s best he didn’t hear it at all.

“And I’ll prove it.”

Wait. What?

Out of nowhere, you felt Lucifer’s fingers at your sides. You yelped in surprise, before laughter followed. You tried to get away, but he kept his hold on you tight.

“Luci! Stop! Ahahaha! No! Sto-Hahaha!!!” Your laughter grew the more he tickled you. Then suddenly, a loud snort left you.

You went dead silent after Lucifer’s tickling came to a halt.

Damn it.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him, as your face became heated. The silence between you two made you want to die.

Then. Lucifer spoke.

“That…was so adorable!”

You quickly turn your head to face him, giving him the most confused look. What did he just say?

“A-Adorable?” You repeat.

“Yes! And here I thought you couldn’t get any cuter!” Lucifer coos. You blinked, unable to comprehend what he was saying. There was no way he could find your laugh adorable.

“But…so many people get annoyed by it. It’s…it’s obnoxious, and loud. I snorted for fucks sake Luci!”

“And?”

And!? And???

“And! It’s terrible!”

Lucifer chuckles before pulling in close. “My love, when I said I love everything about you, I meant it. Including, your cute laugh.”

You felt your face heat up again. But not from embarrassment.

“Y-You mean that?”

“Of course I mean it.” Lucifer says as he kisses your temple. “Don’t hide your laugh from me again, please? It’s lovely.”

You smile warmly before snuggling into Lucifer further. “Thank you Luci.”

“Also. If I hear anyone saying your laugh is annoying or obnoxious, I’ll tear them apart.” Lucifer says with a happy grin.

You laugh before kissing his cheek. “Good to know.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer magne x reader #hazbin lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #fluff

[justporo]

#56. Angry kisses

Oh yes - a good one! It became a little longer than I thought, oh oh. But I got into it while writing, so (just like Tav got into... stuff abfebgepi) Enjoy! I saw @leighsartworks216 do this kiss prompt thing btw and thought it might be a nice idea to slowly get back in the saddle after the holidays.

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav (You) | Wordcount: 1,2k | Warnings: light smut, biting MASTERLIST | AO3 | KISS PROMPTS

Lovebites

Astarion could really get you all worked up. That could be a good thing. Or it could be the cause for you to fully lose your marbles.

Before you had met him, you’d barely lost your temper. But something in the way you and Astarion and you connected allowed him to get under your skin like nobody else could have ever done. This meant he could usually quickly figure out what was wrong with you – or you with him for that matter. But gods be damned, someone that held your heart so closely in his delicate fingers sometimes only needed to squeeze it a little to bring your blood to a boil.

Your house was a mess all over. Neither of you were used to being domestic and quite frankly it was a never-ending effort to keep it all tidy.

You knew it had been your fault as well that everywhere was currently cluttered and chaotic but something in the way Astarion had brushed you off dismissively when you had pointed that out had annoyed you. Your fuse had been terribly short that day and you knew you should have let it slide but pettiness won.

You had randomly grabbed some of Astarion’s stuff and in a fit had hurled it at him while yelling at him. The rogue had dodged it easily which had made you even more angry.

What followed had been a screaming match. Up until you were standing right in front of him, your nose almost touching his as you stared at him, brows furrowed, pulse hammering. And the bastard had the audacity to let his gaze slip from your eyes to your lips.

Immediately you were made aware of how close you were to him, how heated your body felt because of the anger. You swallowed hard – as if standing so close to him and staring into his stupidly perfect face wasn’t enough already.

Astarion’s eyebrow twitched, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smirk, realising the effect he had on you – godsdamned bloody bastard. His red eyes sparkled – posing a challenge.

“Gods, you’re so beautiful when you’re this mad at me”, he said haughtily while staring down at you. His lips stayed parted, tongue wandering over the edge of his teeth slightly, over one of his fangs. “And so delicious.”

The heat you’d felt in your chest immediately wandered down between your legs.

In a last ditch effort, you tried to conjure up anger again and pushed him away.

“Don’t make me bite you, you idiot,” you huffed. But the push had been weak and had merely caused Astarion to take a single small step back before he was right back in your face again.

“That would be a change for once, wouldn’t it? I’d like to see you try,” the vampire murmured back and leaned in dangerously close – until his lips were almost touching yours. And then he stopped. Your pulse was galloping and your body betrayed you even more when lust throbbed between your legs as you looked into your lovers eyes that promised you he’d find a way to let you work through all this pent up energy – and then some.

The teasing infuriated you even more.

With a frustrated groan you grabbed Astarion by his collar and pulled him to you forcefully to close the maddening gap between your bodies. His arms immediately wrapped around you.

The power with which you had pulled him to you had been surprising even to the rogue who struggled now to keep you both in balance. You stumbled back a few steps until you crashed into the nearest wall.

Meanwhile, your tongue had slipped into his mouth and was trying to gain dominance while you needed to press your body as closely against him as possible. The vampire moaned into your mouth, pressing you against the wall with his hips while placing both his hands next to your head on the wall. One of your hands was still clawing at his collar while the other had sneaked around his neck and was pulling his head further to yours.

Now that he had you up against a wall, you felt you were losing the upper hand. Not that you didn’t like the position you were currently in, but you were still mad at him – at least you thought you were.

You slid one leg around Astarion’s slender hips, and he immediately rewarded you by shifting them to allow for some delicious friction for the both of you. Both of you couldn’t help a moan wandering between your locked lips while you felt how badly you were both affected by this.

Simultaneously, you wanted to ride him into the ground until you both were unable of coherent thoughts while also wishing to be devoured whole by the vampire on top of you.

Neither of you had broken the kiss that had become sloppy while you writhed against your lover’s body. One of his hands had wandered down, over the leg wrapped around your waist, pulling it even higher and causing you to yelp into his mouth. He was squeezing your backside and by that making you rub against his growing arousal.

You were ready to just forgive and forget whatever had led you to this position in the first place if it only meant you could let Astarion unravel you – slowly or violently, you didn’t even care as heat consumed your whole body.

But then you felt how the corner of his mouth curled upwards and you saw the triumphant glint in his eyes while he ground his hips into yours once more, drawing a breathless sound from you unwillingly while his tongue licked up over your teeth.

That made some of your earlier anger rise up again. Acting on a whim, you grabbed the vampire’s face and deepened the kiss once more for a few moments, overwhelming the vampire. And then you caught his bottom lip firmly between your teeth and with a growl pulled while your hands clawed in his hair – hard.

Astarion whimpered slightly and pulled back reflexively, taking a step back, releasing you.

You were a bit stumped by your own action and stood there flushed and breathless, lust racing through you and hoped you hadn’t gone too far.

But the vampire was already grinning while rubbing his fingers over his bottom lip you’d bitten into.

“You naughty little minx,” he whispered while his gaze promised you he’d get you back for that.

“I told you, I would bite you,” you replied, emboldened by the way Astarion prowled closer again and you felt the tension between you had heightened even more.

“Yes. Yes, you did, you feisty thing,” the vampire said in a deep tone, looking at you from under his brows now. “Too bad for you though that that only spurs me on, my love.”

He moved to close the gap between you once more, but you decided to push your luck once more. With quick movements you jumped up into his arms, hoping he’d catch you.

And he did, despite almost losing balance.

Astarion looked up at you while softly shaking his head at you and your insolent behaviour.

“If that is so – take me to somewhere more comfortable and I promise I will bite you again”, you murmured and rolled your hips in his arms, emphasizing your point.

Astarion simply grinned up at you wolfishly, baring his fangs. And then he did as you had asked.

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[kayesfanfics]

hiii love ur writing btw, I’ve never submitted an ask before so idk what I’m doing 😭😭

I was wondering if you could write more about Dracula’s daughter x hector? I enjoy this concept so much 😭🩷

(respectfully)

-🌙

A/N: YES IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE HEADCANONS!!<3

You wandered around your fathers castle, bored with his moping and annoyed with his Vampire Court bickering and arguing constantly. You wanted some peace and quiet that wasn’t plagued with your fathers grief, so you wandered the halls to find something more interesting. You found yourself near one of the forgemasters workshops, hearing a loud ringing and fire crackling in a dimly lit room. You went to the doorway, seeing the silver haired forgemaster at work, his back towards you as he hammered away at a new night creature. You leaned against the doorway, watching in awe as the battered, half rotting human morphed into a beast of the darkness, growling in your direction as it rose. This gained Hector’s attention, turning around to see what his creature was glaring at.

“Pardon for the interruption.” You smiled, Hector’s blue eyes widening slightly.

“It’s quite alright.” He finally said, leading the night creature off to the guards before facing you fully, bowing to you. “My apologies, Mistress, I didn’t realize you were there.”

“Don’t call me Mistress.” You giggled. “You only have to in front of my father, he’s the one who insists.”

“You don’t like the title?” He asked as he straightened to his full height, towering over you.

“I enjoy it when it’s someone I’m not keen on, like Godbrand.” You said, earning a chuckle from him. “I like it when he is forced to kneel and refer to me in such a manner, it reminds him of his place. But I do not detest you like I do he, I do not need to see you kneel before me.”

“We’ve only spoken once before, how do you know I’m not an annoyance like Godbrand?” He inquired.

“You’re quiet. I like that in a man.” You grinned, showing off your fangs before your attention was turned away by something touching your legs. You looked down, seeing a cat missing skin and muscle rubbing up against your dress, getting a bit of blood on it from its open wounds.

“I’m terribly sorry!” Hector panicked, picking up the cat at once. “She’s very friendly, I didn’t realize she was still bleeding. Please allow me to clean your dress for you.”

“Hector, you can relax!” You laughed at how stiff he was being. You reached out for the cat, taking it in your arms and not caring that more blood got on the bodice of your dress. “I adore animals, and I’m a vampire. Blood on my clothes isn’t exactly abnormal.”

“R-Right…I apologize, I just don’t really know how to act around you sometimes.” He admitted, arms folding behind him politely as he looked down at his cat, purring as you pet it. “She seems to like you very much.”

“Animals have always loved me.” You smiled, before it sank into a frown. “Humans…not so much.”

“Agreed. Which is why I surround myself with them.” Hector gestured to a dog napping in a bed, a bird perched overhead, another cat jumping up onto his table. “They don’t judge like humans do. If you show them kindness and love, they will reciprocate it. Humans have a tendency to not take that kindness and return it.”

“You do.” You smiled up at him, handing him his cat back.

“Yes, well…” he trailed off, a blush adorning his tanned skin as you leaned up towards him. “I um…I should probably get back to work. Your father-“

He was cut off by your lips, locking his in a kiss. The cat jumped out of his arms to the table, leaving you to rest your hands on his chest. His own were still gripping the edge of his table in shock, eyes still wide even when you pulled away, making you giggle.

“I’ll see you later, Hm?”

“Y-Yes….” He watched you turn and walk away, his hand coming up to touch his hot, blushing face. He hoped you hadn’t seen that…

#castlevania #castlevania hector #castlevania x reader

[fungusgnat444]

Vampire König headcanons

Just a few hcs for y’all xo. The first part of the series should be done relatively soon so I thought I’d post this to keep you guys hungry lolWarnings: hes a vampire so minor mentions of blood. Nothing super intense tho. Reader is a medic/doctor so medical stuff I guess, könig being delusional and mildly creepy. I think that's it enjoy. Also almost forgot fem reader

-extremely standoffish at first. To the point where you think he probably hates you. In reality he’s obsessed; he just has no idea how to talk to women (it’s been several hundred years since he's had to “court” so he tries his best to keep you at arms length. This doesn’t work very well of course)

-before he turned his family were all poor farmers so he could never have sweet treats as a kid since suger was pretty much only for the rich at the time. So now he has a massive sweet tooth and is regularly gorging himself on sweets.

-in the 1400’s he took the alias Matthias Grunewald, moved to germany and became a painter (Matthias grunewald was a real artist. My history nerd brain couldn’t help throwing that in there. One of my favourite artists tbh)

-since you’re new to Austria he offers to teach you German just to have an excuse to talk to you but he's delusional enough to convince himself it’s to help you. Of course the first thing he teaches you is how to say König correctly. It’s just so annoying to hear you mispronounce it of course… no other reason. 

-refuses to take his mask off when you have to examine him so you have to roll it up just above his top lip. Extremely insecure about his appearance but his face in particular because of all the scars. Plus he has a cleft lip scar that he used to get bullied for.

-he has basically no friends apart from Horangi so he spends most of his time alone painting and watching old German films. His favourite is The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (its really good y’all should totally watch it btw)

-secretly collects little items you leave around the place even though he feels like a massive creep because of it. It started with a bobby pin he saw lying on your desk that he snatched while you weren’t paying attention. Now he has a whole drawer in his bedside table full of little trinkets; his favourite is a lip gloss that you had dropped one day (secretly wears it under his mask so he can feel like he’s tasting you throughout the day because he so desperately wants to kiss your pretty lips :( )

-once he opens up just a little more and you start to become friends, he slowly starts returning the items he stole because he feels too guilty. Hides them in semi-obvious places to make you think you had just misplaced them (can’t bring himself to part with  the lipgloss though)

-avoids touching you at all costs. Feels like he's having a heart attack whenever you have to examine his teeth; feeling your soft little gloved fingers brush against his lips, trying your best to be so gentle with him. Likes that you’re always so nice to him; complimenting his gum health and being so soft and praising him when you have to take venom samples from his fangs, patting his shoulder when it's down to soothe him when you’re done. In reality you’re just trying your best to make you’re patient comfortable but he savours every moment. Gets so flustered every time you compliment him, even if its something generic and medically (he starts to floss several times a day after you casually mention that he has good gums)

-hates that he can always smell you even when you wear scent blockers, its so distracting. He can always smell you approaching before he sees you, making him panic and overthink at the thought of having to interact with you.

-pretty much exclusively drinks your blood type once he finds out what it is and gets all grumpy whenever the base’s blood dispensary runs out of it. Tries his best to fast until they’re restocked. He avoids you when he’s fasting because you smell so delicious. The fact that you’re completely oblivious and still hang around him only frustrates him more.

Hehe hope you degenerates like this. First part of the series should be out soon xo

#konig #konig headcanons #konig imagine #cod konig #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig x you #cod mw2 #konig fanfiction #konig x reader #konig mw2 #mw2 #call of duty #cod #modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #vampire #vampcore

[ralvezfanatic]

Masterlist !!!

All my posted works listed with a brief summary and linked for easy access :]]

✨ = fluff | 💖 = platonic | ❤️‍🔥 = smut |💥 = angst

🦇 = Vampire!Spencer + BAU monsters AU

I love feedback & comments btw >_<

Char x Readers Fics:

all readers are male unless stated otherwise.

Spencer Reid:

✨ Kiss me! Kiss me!! Kiss me again!!! - Tall!Reader || Garcia steps out to go buy food, leaving Reader and a tired, annoyed and definitely not pouty, Spencer, alone for a moment. Unfortunately she forgot something causing her to go back and walk in on the two lovers kissing.

❤️‍🔥✨ Coming Home - || Spencer comes home from a long case and Reader helps him unwind. (NSFW version of the fic below)

✨ Thank you for loving me - GN!Reader || Spencer comes home after a long and stressful case, and doesn't want anything but to be with Reader. Of course, Reader is more than happy to take care of their boyfriend. (SFW version of fic above)

✨ Outfits and Naps - Trans!Reader || Reader is bored at home, not having much to do. He decided to try on some outfits he bought earlier, and then falls asleep.

✨ Pouts || Spencer and Reader are best friends, so when Reader talks to Derek and pays no attention to Spencer, he gets upset. Reader then shows Spencer he shouldn't be jealous.

✨ Sleepy || Reader likes to stay up late to finish his work, leaving Spencer alone in bed. Unfortunately Spencer can't sleep without his boyfriend. (Request)

Luke Alvez:

❤️‍🔥 You're home ?! - || Luke leaves for a case just as soon as getting intimate. A week goes by and Reader has had enough, he misses Luke and is horny. He takes care of himself only to be interrupted and then taken care of.

❤️‍🔥 I need Love you - Unsub!Reader || Reader is a serial killer, and currently the Unsub the BAU is going after.. but, also Luke's boyfriend. That, however, doesn't stop Luke from being with him, and much much less, sleeping with him.

✨ Boykisser - Reader wants to kiss boys. Luke helps!! (Blurb)

✨❤️‍🔥 Hoodie - Trans!Reader || Reader wakes up dysphoric, and Luke can only see how hot his boyfriend is in his hoodie. (Request)

❤️‍🔥 Needy - GN!Reader || Reader teases Luke while riding him, watching him beg and become a mess under them. (Request)

Ship Fics:

✨ Not-so-secret Valentines - Ralvez || Spencer gets a secret valentines gift and can't exactly figure out who it's from. Luke helps him figure it out.

✨💖🦇 First Bite - Ralvez || Vampire!Reid finally agrees to feed on Luke. Pre-Relationship w/ established feelings. (Blurb)

✨💖 Arrhythmia - Ralvez || Spencer is too focused on finishing the geographic profile to realize that someone was flirting with him. Established feelings w/oblivious Spencer

Imagines:

Ralvez - Jealous Luke Imagine

Ralvez Imagine - Vampire!Spencer 🦇

Brat!Spencer - NSFW Imagine

Headacanons:

Luke HCs - NSFW + x reader

Ralvez HCs - Spanish Speaking Spencer !

Ralvez HCs - Domestic HCs + Roxy mentioned

Rossi & Spencer HCs - Older!Vamp!Rossi & Younger!Vamp!Spencer 🦇

Moodboards

Ralvez

Dating Spencer Reid (MLM)

Monochrome Ralvez

Ralvez w/ Vampire!Reid 🦇

Soft Ralvez

Dating Hotch (MLM)

Dating Luke Alvez (MLM)

#criminal minds #criminal minds x male reader #aaron hotchner x male reader #luke alvez x male reader #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid #luke alvez #bau x male reader #x male reader #male reader #masc reader #x masc reader #ralvez #spencer reid x luke alvez

[summercreolefanfictioner]

Ayato best friends with s/o headcanons please 🙏

buckle up your seats folks 'cause this is another one of my Wattpad-esque pov series ala diaboys (and yes I made the post gender-neutral cause anon did not specify any gender)

btw I highly recommend listening to the song cause it radiates falling in love with bff energy

pov: you're Ayato's bff (and you're in love with him)

they say the best foundation of any relationship is friendship, hence why you were so hopeful abt this thing you have w/ Ayato

yes we all know he annoys the sht out of you and everyone else

but you love him (even to the point of going out of your way to do favors for him)

Laito noticed how foolish you were, acting like a lap dog for his older bro even tho your efforts were in vain

heck you even tried dressing yourself up or changing your wardrobe or fixing your hairstyle

well he did notice you, but not like what you expect

"y/n, are you okay? you're dressing weirdly"

istg you don't wanna do it again so you spare yourself a bit of shame and revert back to your own style

and you know what's more painful than falling in love with Ayato as his BFF?

you have to deal with him ogling over those women with large cup sizes

like okay you think it's just a harmless crush from him no biggie

but sometimes he asks them out and you can't do anything abt it

like can you honestly tell him "I don't like you asking that girl out bcos I am helplessly in love with you and it's hurting me every single day to watch you ask someone else on a date when I am basically here"

you can't do that right?

it was only when you two were forced to a cleaning duty at the library that things changed

like you bumped into a bookshelf and he was fast enough to shield you from the falling books

and you two just looked straight into each other's eyes

the next thing your lips met and you spent the whole day thinking about how soft his lips were and how the kiss exceeded your expectations

you think everything was bliss, didn't you?

nah your romance affair thingy with Ayato ended before it started

after all he can't give you the life you deserve

he's a vampire but ofc you have no idea

plus he's Adam in Karlheinz's plan

you think his father will spare you just bcos his fated Adam had irrevocable feelings for a mortal who is not Eve?

tired of having your feelings unrequited for so long and him not taking the relationship to the next level, you decide to cut things off from Ayato

but ofc you knew deep down he will still be your first love

alexa play first love by utada hikaru

and even when you got married, had kids, turned into a wrinkly grandparent, you'll always have Ayato in your heart

so on your deathbed, there was a young man, with the same features as Ayato

you swear you were dreaming

bcos this man couldn't be Ayato

he held your hand and told you how he missed you so much and that he loves you with all his heart

"I'm sorry this was all I can give."

in the end you didn't care if this was Ayato or not bcos you were content with this happy ending

and yes, Ayato still remembered you up to this day

#diahell #diabolik lovers #diabolik boys #dialovers #diabolik lovers headcanons #ayato sakamaki #sakamaki ayato #ayato sakamaki headcanons #ayato sakamaki headcanon #ayato sakamaki x reader #gender neutral reader #canon x reader #ayato x reader #ayato sakamaki x y/n #sakamaki brothers #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #shu sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #i am sorry for the angst #but i just can't help it #brb crying rn #diaboys #send requests for your fave diaboys

[kmenkea]

Bloodlust - Part 3

Summary: A bunch of hectic days are ahead of the party, but even through the fight, they manage to bond. Astarion finds himself worried when his favourite travelling companion falls in battle.

A/N: I think the only thing I have to say, is that this fanfic is moving very slow, as I'm taking my time to write and expand on the relationship, rather than just rush to the cool heart-warming romance part (and the ehhh, less wholesome parts which are coming with part 4 (which is already written btw, I'm just lazy and keep playing the game instead of posting)). Well, tell me if I should speed things up, or if it's fine to keep it slow and write for a lot longer.

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Word count: 4.4k

This sketch is very rough, but I liked the expressions on their faces

As always, mild spoilers for act 1

The two days that followed were, to put it lightly, an absolute turn off. First, they ran into a small barn house where two lovebirds were having a moment and didn’t take the intrusion lightly. The jokes around the fire that night were way too raunchy and disgusting for either Leeith or Astarion to hide away together, without thinking of what they had seen and be weirded out. It was fun though. For the first night, they actually all drank and got together around the fire like friends. Before, everyone would just quietly sit alone, maybe one or two people would have a conversation together, but most were stiff and distant from each other.

The next day, they went back to that path, dead hyenas littered the cobblestone street. One of them was panting and howling, clearly in pain. Leeith moved closer, hoping to help it, or at least end the pain, but the animal exploded in her face: a gnoll was birthed right in front of her. And the underdark was the horrifying place? No one had ever told her about gnoll reproduction, because even down there few things were worse.

Even if a bit beaten up, they managed to kill the two metres tall babies that were born in front of them. They made camp on a nearby hill, recounting all the grossest and most gruesome details of every creature they knew. Once night fell, Leeith remained alone in front of the fire, observing it fly and twirl. A bottle of wine was by her side, but she only took small sips. She didn't know what it was, but her mood had turned more sour than the contents of that bottle. Going back in her mind through these days, she realised the great weight she was carrying over her shoulders, how insignificant she truly was. Part of her wanted to just let go, be turned into an octopus and lose herself forever. She wasn't scared of death and ceremorphosis didn't sound far from it. But just… she couldn't just let go of life now. The people she was travelling with would have been fine without her, they were capable enough and she didn't care what they did of their lives if it didn't influence her own; her goddess, that was the only reason she had to life, she couldn't squander it after she had given it back to her. 

A cold hand touched her shoulder, making her jump. She never noticed just how silent the vampire's steps were. He sat down, throwing his arm around the drow. She didn't welcome him, but she was glad to have been pulled away from her thoughts.

"Shall we depart, my sweet? I want to enjoy this night." He kissed her jaw and gently bit her skin. She didn't respond, just shrugging her shoulders. The offer was tempting, but… the melancholy had taken a strong grip on her heart.

"Maybe another day, if it's all the same to you." She drank a sip of wine, then offered the bottle to her courter. "I'm drier than this wine right now." She chuckled. Astarion scoffed and tried the wine. He made a disgusted face while reading the tag. 

"Are you the one changing your mind? Mhph, here I thought I would get to taste you tonight." There was something in his voice, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Some kind of anxiousness. She had just rejected him or maybe he was just annoyed by going hungry another day. 

"You can still drink me if you want." She offered her wrist. "Sorry for not giving you blood yesterday, I was too tired." She grabbed the bottle back from his hands, taking one long swig. 

"A tempting offer, darling, but I'm afraid that vinegar spoiled your blood." His arm fell from her shoulders. Leeith felt bad for him: under the arrogant and indifferent masque, there was a whole lot of annoyance. And she couldn’t have him annoyed and resentful towards her.

"Mhh, come on darling, let me make it up with you. I'll get something better to drink so we can get shitfaced and my blood will taste sweet again, then you have your fill of me." She bit her lip, placing a hand on his chest and leaning towards him a bit. Even if it wasn't what he wanted, the offer of blood was just too tempting to pass: she could see it in the way his eyes glanced at her wrist and his fingers wanted to wrap themselves around it. He was still a slave to his sanguine hunger.

Astarion agreed at the end. As the night progressed, the drow got drunker and drunker, her smile growing wider and wider, while the liquor did its magic. Even the vampire senses were getting duller, his quips and remarks less on point, though he was drinking a lot less. Somehow, they were enjoying each other's presence and having fun as friends would. They didn't finish the bottle before the drow, gulping her last sip, put it aside. 

"I- think I'll- stooop." She mumbled, laying down on her bedroll and looked at Astarion with a smile. "Come get your priiiize!" She hummed happily, exposing her neck. 

The vampire didn't need to be asked twice. Gently, he cradled her head, keeping it on one side. Leeith shivered, feeling his body, made warm by the fire, come down on her. Somewhat she regretted rejecting his advances, but even in that state, she knew she was too drunk to go back on the decision. The bite arrived, icy as always, and she tried to let herself go, but a certain sadness returned. Hers, his, it was hard to tell.

Anxiety mixed with drunkenness and a sprinkle of remorse was all they offered to each other. Astarion was waiting to breach her mind, but the connection never came. Did he do something wrong? Did he upset her in any way? Were his techniques not working anymore? That couldn't be: she did still offer her blood. Part of him was glad he didn’t have to act, he didn’t have to use himself to get what he needed. But what would he do once she’d get bored of him? He knew perfectly well Leeith wasn’t the kind to do things without a prize coming her way. It was better to forget for now, just focus on her blood, burning his throat with alcohol. 

The elf left her neck, licking his lips to catch any runaway droplet. Leeith's head was spinning like a cartwheel, between the wine and the bloodloss. She didn’t even try to sit back up or clean her wound, preferring to just pull up her blanket.

“Already tired, darling? I hope you’ll be able to keep up with me tomorrow.” He got up, adjusting the collar of his shirt.

“I’ll make you- regret theshe wordsh. I’ll- suck you dry.” She slurred, twisting her body in a more comfortable position. “Good ng- nee- night, Assstarion. Ass-tarion, hehe.” Her mind left the material plane for that of memories before he could respond.

The next day, after guzzling down a weird concoction against hangovers, they continued on to a tollhouse on the bridge. There, some paladins of Tyr were looking for the same devil Leeith's group was searching. They had taken residence in that building: it was pretty large, with a main room full of barrels and crates and a desk at the centre piece, it communicated with a smaller upper floor thanks to two ladders. Another room was on the side, which served as kitchen and sleeping quarters. It also had a basement, but they chose to save the plunder for later. The drow offered her help to the paladins: it was better to stick together in case the wanted woman proved dangerous.

When they did find her, she looked pretty badly put, hiding away at the edge of a river and… on fire? How was she not dead or screaming her lungs out? What kind of devil was she? Leeith, Shadowheart and Lae’zel moved closer, while the rogue remained behind, crossbow already in hand. The devil saw them arrive and… smiled. Her hand never got close to her axe nor her words showed hostility. The drow heard her story and at the end, decided to invite Karlach in. 

According to the tiefling’s words, they were going to need all their firepower to beat these imposter paladins. 

“Alright we’ll do it this way: Karlach you’ll come with us. Shadowheart and Lae’zel, you go back to camp and tell the wizard to come here. I want to test if his magic is powerful enough - and I hope it is because these guys don’t seem to joke around. Don’t mention anything about this to Wyll. You will keep an eye on him and stop him if he tries to come here, understood?” 

"Aye aye, captain." Scoffed Shadowheart. 

In silence, the two went away. The tension between them was palpable as always, but they seemed to understand how to keep their animosity in check for the greater good. 

The trio waited for the arrival of the wizard, chatting with their new companion, asking her about wars and the hells, which she was pretty happy to recount. Her jovial attitude did put a smile on Leeith's face, along with her need for violence. She did care a bit too much about the wellness of others, so the drow wasn't sure how well she'd mix with her way of things. 

Her line of thought was broken by a voice. "Hello there." It said. 

"Good, you arrived." She said upon seeing the wizard. "Gale this is Karlach, Karlach he's Gale, our mage, finally out on adventure." She added ironically at last. Gale was a bit confused upon seeing the tiefling, but still smiled.

"A pleasure to meet you." He greeted her warmly, extending a hand. 

"Might be better I don't touch that, soldier." She beat her chest and more flames came out of her skin.

"Ah. I know something about dangerous things inside your chest." He laughed. Leeith rolled her eyes: the guy was really a money sink and dared get angry at her when she probed his mind for more information, as if she was just going to have a random guy eat her stuff and, worse of all, insult her and her patron's magical abilities. 

"Far from me to interrupt you, but can we stop with pleasantries and go do our job? We're not exactly hidden away." The drow stood up, waiting for her companions to follow her. Gale sighed and mumbled something about patience. Her head was throbbing too much to pick up a fight with him now.

"I do so want to sink my teeth into a paladin. I wonder what holy blood tastes like." Commented the vampire in a dreamy voice, walking away.

“They’re not paladins, they’re imposters.” Corrected Karlach, fidgeting with her greataxe. 

“Ahh, but can’t you just let a man dream-” The elf was interrupted by a swing getting way too close to his nose “Sweet hells! Can you put that damned thing down! I’m right here!” He screamed, jumping a few steps back like a startled cat. Karlach looked mortified, but still jolly, as she hid the weapon behind her back. 

After a few chuckles and jokes at the expense of the vampire, they returned to the tollhouse. Leeith ordered everyone to stop talking and put up their most serious faces. She was going to at least try and talk their way out of this situation, hopefully the paladins weren't the liars the tiefling said they were. And if things turned sour… she motioned to Astarion to go towards the back of the building, strike from the shadows if combat started. 

The rest went past the slaughter corpses of gnolls left on the bridge and towards the main door, which was open. But something was off.

The closer she got, the more a sense of impending doom spread in her mind. The tadpole squirmed inside her brain: it felt like an arrow had gone through her eye. She scratched it, praying to Lolth this wasn't the start of her transformation. Not now, after so long. 

But the pain wasn't physical, it was more like a heavy curtain falling on her shoulders, smothering her. She proceeded forward, showing no signs of her discomfort to her companions.

A flash struck her mind: she saw Karlach dead on the ground, Gale limping away and herself laying face down on the floor, in a pool of her own blood. What was that? 

She glanced over to the people behind her, but they seemed relaxed. The vision, it felt… like a déjà vu. Was that premonition or just anxiety? She couldn't stop now, they were basically in front of the door, just one more step and she would have locked eyes with the man.

Another flash made her whimper in pain: no, the man wasn't a paladin. He was going to use that sword against them in an effort to kill Karlach. 

"What's the meaning of this? Why is the devil with you?" Shouted the man from behind his desk, hurrying to stand up. What should she do?

Karlach walked past her, starting to say something to explain herself. The drow's head throbbed again. Maybe it was just the alcohol, still inebriating her mind. But…

"Dolor!" She shouted, as the warlock aimed for that traitor's head. Tingling rose on her shoulder, flowing down her arm like a growing wave of spiders; realising the blast made her arm recoil backwards, but the man was still hit on the chest by a bolt of force, making him gasp for air.

"You fucking worms. Zariel will have your head!" The man unsheathed his greatsword and jumped over the desk. Karlach was already drawing her weapon and, in a burst of flames, she lowered it on the paladin's shoulder, leaving a dent in his armour. 

"I thought we were going to speak with them!" Cried Gale, as a spell was forming around his hands. He glanced around, still confused. Another enemy was in the room, an halfling who seemed about ready to shoot Karlach. A ray of lighting left his fingertips, shocking the archer. A painful scream arose from the other room

Leeiths head cleared up, the foreboding sensation finally gone. She scanned the area, her lips ready to cast another spell: Gale could take the halfling archer alone, the real problem was the paladin. She pointed her index at the man and a curse mark appeared over his cheek, then she blasted him again. He glared at her, but couldn’t move past the mountain of infernal muscle that was the tiefling. He attacked her, a sweep so swift that it could have cut a person in half, if the barbarian hadn’t stepped aside; a large gaping wound still tore her abdomen, spitting fire and blood, but she just seemed reinvigorated by the pain. An arrow went just past Gale, who retaliated with another lighting shock. 

Both the tiefling and drow continued their assault on the fake paladin, but his battle senses were in full operation and the attacks didn’t hurt him as much as they should have. He swung at Karlach again - his strikes empowered by an enchantment - this time wounding her arm pretty badly, almost making her lose her weapon. The halfling used a spell against the wizard and this time the arrow struck true, forcing the mage to drop his spell and glance at the pool of blood quickly soaking his robe. Even if in pain and on his last legs, he called upon more of his magic, and the halfling too was left within an inch of her life, but not quite dead. 

Something felt off again to Leeith, watching Karlach fight in the first lines alone. She still tried to hit the paladin, but her mind was too preoccupied with thinking and missed her target. The tiefling hit him with all her might, sending him against his desk coughing blood. Maybe it was going to be fine.

Another scream ruptured her eardrums, this time coming from Gale, who fell down on the ground, unconscious. The halfling focused on Leeith, smirking and marking her for dead next. Before she could react, pain exploded on her hip, as she found an arrow sticking out of her abdomen. WIth anger bubbling inside her, she limped away from the desk to get a clearer shot. She launched her finger forward, calling on her patron’s shared energy. A second later, the lifeless body of the halfling hit the wall, as blood poured out from her mouth and eyes, the blast having crushed her internal organs to a pulp. The paladin shoved Karlach aside and ran to the drow, greatsword raised high past his head. With a burst of adrenaline and panic, she managed to get away, but slipped on someone’s blood, falling to the ground. Karlach was right behind the paladin, using the handle of her greataxe to choke him and pull him away from the helpless drow. He pushed her against the desk, but she wouldn’t let go of her grasp. 

Leeith crawled away from the two wrestling mountains, her hand shuffling through her pockets for a potion. A flash of magic caught her eyes: from the door to one side a wounded and bloodied woman appeared. The magic missiles she casted kicked out whatever vitality she had left, and her vision darkened. In the last moments of consciousness, she looked around for Shadowheart, but she was nowhere to be seen. A male voice screamed.

“No, you can’t die. Get up, damn you.” Astarion arrived in the other room, just as Leeith fell. The woman he had fought against all this time turned around, ready to hit him too, but the elf parried the blow and slipped away from her, running towards the drow. 

The paladin was still alive. He knew the tactic well, what Leeith had ordered everyone to do in every fight: Lae’zel and Shadowheart would go in front, protected by their armour, while the drow and himself would stand behind, picking off enemies from a distance. If anyone fell, “Let them kiss the ground and focus on killing; they can lick their wounds after the battle is over.” But the two women were nowhere to be seen and the situation was dire. 

His intestines twisted and tugged at the sight of the drow struggling for her life. He felt like he couldn’t just let her go. No, she was too important, he needed her to protect him. He needed her blood and flavour. And something else he couldn’t quite put his fingers upon, something that reminded him of yesterday’s evening, as they drank and chatted; that reminded him of all the little pleasantries she’d do for him, having his back both in fights and in conversation, the things she would give just to him, like that potion. 

He reached in his pockets for the bottle, removing the cork with his teeth and emptying the contents in her mouth. The human woman used this as an opportunity to attack him but, quick as a cat, he rolled away from the fire bolt, just as Leeith's eyes shot open and she gasped for air.  

He reached for his crossbow and the bolt plunged itself under the enemy's chin, right where two bite marks still bled. Her hands reached up at her throat. She tried to scream but only some gurgly noises came from her mouth, then her eyes rolled up and she fell. 

Astarion pointed his weapon at the paladin, who was still in a lock with Karlach. They both looked pretty rough, but the tiefling had the upper hand. Seeing the elf ready to strike, she kicked the man away from her. The rogue shot a bolt which hit his thigh. The paladin fell to his knees: Karlach swung her axe one last time, beheading the traitor. 

The bloodbath was over. They had only an instant to rest, before rushing to the mage: he was still alive, but he needed help. The drow could only dull his pain with a healing potion, but at least he was out of death’s door.

Karlach was enraged, panting heavily and clenching every muscle in her body, as if she was fighting against herself. She cursed at Zariel, growling like a bear.

“Burn their corpses, tear this whole place down.” Coughed Leeith, dragging Gale’s body outside. The barbarian roared and, in a burst of flames, split the desk in half. She swung her axe at every object in the room, setting the wooden floor on fire wherever she stepped.

Astarion and Leeith watched from a careful distance, both sitting down. The rogue barely had any scratch marks on his pretty, delicate face. 

“I thought you weren’t going to need potions, darling.” Teased the vampire. The drow glared at him, as she checked the arrow sticking out of her abdomen: only part of the tip had managed to penetrate her skin but it still hurt like hell.

“Shut up, blood sucker- Nngh- Fuck!” She bit down on her glove and pulled out the arrow. Her scream was muffled, but tears formed in her eyes. After taking a few breaths, she untied the lower part of her gambeson, to check on the new soon-to-be scar she had acquired. Her shirt was all red and it hurt to lift up from the wound since it was stuck in it. Blood was pouring pretty copiously, but not enough to worry, and the wound looked clean, with the edges already starting to heal thanks to the potion. 

An elegant porcelain finger caressed her hip, turning scarlet as blood pooled on the little crevices and wrinkles of the skin. As quick as it came, it disappeared, and Astarion ran his tongue over his hand, slowly and weirdly sensually. Leeith didn’t speak, but her expression still warranted an answer. 

“It’s free blood, my sweet. Why should I let it go to waste? The pain makes its flavour even richer.” The vampire lips were very red with leftover blood; he licked them clean. 

“You’re a gluttonous one. I fed you yesterday!” The drow uncorked another small vial and put it at Gale’s lips, slowly pouring the liquid down his throat. The mage coughed as he regained consciousness. 

“Very much so, dear. I even fed on that woman who so gently killed you, but human blood is not even half as delectable as yours.” His voice was as soft as honey when he talked, flowing gently from his lips to her ear. He placed his hand on her sane hip, leaning closer. 

“Cloud  I- cough - not wake up to- you two flirting.” The mage’s voice was strained and low as he tried sitting up. 

"Think you should thank your lucky stars that you woke up at all." Said Leeith, gently pushing Astarion away. 

"How- fortunate." He breathed heavily, trying to steady his voice. "What happened to- speaking with the men? Surprise attacks should be a- gods- a surprise for them, not us." 

"I got a bad feeling about it. A flash of our dead corpses if you will… more dead than now." The drow stood up, looking inside the building for the tiefling. She was sitting in a corner, panting. She seemed to have calmed down. 

"Gods, another one of your flashes? Like with the bear?" Said the vampire with a mocking tone. 

"Are you going to bring out the bear thing every time I remember I have to do something?" She said, turning around towards them.

"Absolutely yes. I love to twist the knife in the wound." He grinned reassuringly. 

 "That's what makes you truly charming, blood sucker." Said the drow, earning a hum of approval from Astarion. 

"Thank you, darling. You're allowed to compliment me more." 

"Sorry to- interrupt again, but you and I both still need medical assistance. Or are you going to stay- here to…" He waved his hands up in the air and a few sparkles and coloured smog came out. "Do your magic?" 

"Huff, I suppose it's true. Though I would have been fine if someone didn’t kiss the ground first and break formation." The drow turned to the building again, and called out Karlach. 

Once all together again, they decided to rest for a bit more, since Gale couldn’t walk nor anyone carry him. More resentment started to build up in Leeith, watching the wizard very slowly regain his ability to move, after popping another potion. If Shadowheart had been there, they would have already been patched up and ready to go, rather than lose precious time looking at the corpses rot. 

The drow couldn't bear staying idle for more than fifteen minutes. She explored the premises alone, while the other three had fun and laughed, but didn’t find more than old food and some lockpicks. Her companions probably noticed how her brow furrowed and jaw clenched, while she looted the paladin’s corpse. It’s not that she wanted them to stop having fun while she ransacked the place, but she did feel a little better for receiving help. After entrusting the enchanted greatsword to Karlach, they went to the basement to loot some more. They unfortunately didn't find anything more than traps and some silver cutlery. She had a hunch there must have been some kind of sliding wall or invisible keyhole, but had no idea how to access it. Shadowheart had way keener eyes than the wizard: if she had been there, they would have been able to find the secret room. 

The return to camp was just as frustrating: Wyll jumped right to Karlach's throat and had to be peeled off by Lae'zel. Leeith was at the last rope, but fortunately the barbarian was pretty understanding of the situation and managed to come to an agreement with her pursuer. 

Only then was she able to be seen by the cleric, who very easily closed her wound. The drow blew off some steam, complaining to Shadowheart how bad Gale was and how much more she preferred her around. She cautiously accepted the compliments, then went to tend to the wizard. 

Leeith left camp to find a river, bringing along just some soap and a large linen cloth. A few minutes later she laid in the frigid water of a lake, all sounds muffled by the water in her ears. Her heart beat slowed down and her body went numb from the cold. The sun had started its descending parabole, the sky wasn't pink yet; there was still much time before evening, but she just needed to relax for today. 

And relax she will for once. Something caught her eye, a flash of white and red. With everything going so badly today, she had almost forgotten about Astarion's promise.

#baldurs gate astarion #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate fanfiction #sketch #astarion romance #character illustration #baldurs gate fanart #baldur's gate oc #astarion x mc #astarion x tav #astarion x reader

[moonlight-fan2008]

Moonlight rewatch for millionth time

Episode 5 random thoughts and feelings I had while rewatching again: cause I’m bored and have nothing else to do or watch. And I love this show

In my personal opinion I feel like this episode was most likely the one where they (writers) decided that Mick/Beth went from a will they-won’t they pairing to a when will they pairing. Throughout episode there’s lots of scenes talking about fate or Beth/Josh only to have some sort of wrench thrown in the works and Mick is there.

I.e Beth is getting a blood test done and Josh comments it’s weird Mick just disappeared and is no longer hanging around. Then queue Mick showing up and when he ask’s about Beth and Josh getting married she quickly says no much to Josh’s chagrin (like look at him he’s a little hurt)

Also Mick talks about fate and later Beth’s friend talks about fate at Beth and Josh’s house where they host a dinner party for their one year anniversary only to have a call from the morgue that drags her away from Josh and Co. and who does she run into? Mick.

Then it’s revealed that Mick’s missing girl case and Beth’s murder victim story are related and forces them to work together and get over what happened in the desert

Beth “You’ve been avoiding me” Mick “No I haven’t” he says in the most defensive way possible

More on fate, Beth’s friend Marissa is talking about fate and how Josh and Beth are meant to be and that is followed by a phone call which her friend interprets as a call from Josh and is like see you’re fated. Only to have that actually be a call from Mick (which doesn’t make it any less of a sign btw Beth)

Beth’s braver than me I’d be bright red and embarrassed the entire time during the “sexy” call scene where she’s pretending to be the dead escort

Mick’s not paying any attention to the FBI agent, he’s just like yeah uh huh and looking around the room

I like how Mick and Beth can communicate without saying anything

More on vampires drinking alcohol, the vampire kid in this episode is drinking some sort of beverage maybe a coke or rum and coke with a cherry garnish and yes he’s just sipping it but if there’s nothing benefiting you from drinking something other than blood and as Mick states in previous episodes they can’t taste food. What’s the point of drinking wine or whiskey or champagne or whatever. So is more of a sensation thing or is there something else to drinking alcohol ?

Mick’s face after Beth asked about sex between humans and vampire

It’s like he’s so serious

I wonder if Josef has a special vampire characteristic that others don’t, like the vampire in this episode can make his nails into razor sharp talons and Lace and Coraline are immune to fire (which most likely means Mick is too) and Mick has that ice breath thing that we see in “The Ringer” so do all vampires get a special gift or only certain people are lucky enough to get an extra ability

“I’ll love you forever” Coraline took the forever part a little too literally

And he’s dead. Rip little psycho you won’t be missed

Beth “She doesn’t want to be on the internet” Maureen “Since when ?” Me “I don’t know maybe since she was nearly strangled to death by her client?”

Last thing on fate, Mick is taking about how what you want doesn’t matter and if the universe wants something it will happen whether or not you want it. And that’s followed by Mick dropping his car keys and struggling to find them under his car giving Beth enough time to catch up with him.

First kiss and Mick’s face (little dork)

What the disk menu looks like for disk two

Side note imagine being stuck at 16 forever ? Geez that would suck like at least if you’re in your 20’s you can do things freely like not be in school, get a house etc but being 16 forever ugh that’s a nightmare. I’m not condoning the psycho but ugh just thinking about makes me annoyed

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[charlescoded]

Okay, but when Charles gets pregnant, both in the kind and vampire au Max would not be able to keep his hands of Charles rounding belly. Considering how Max is obsessed with Charles' waist I see it happeming. I'm saying like constanly caressing, touching him unconciously

And he would be one of those men who constantly want to listen to the heartbeat which Charles would act annoyed about but he'd actually be extremely enderared both from Max loving the baby so much already and the fact that Max us touching him

Btw I love your asks, they keep my brain alive and nourished

oh for sure, max would adore standing behind charles, maybe resting his chin on charles' shoulder, but also putting both his hands on charles' belly, and once it gets bigger, helping him carry the weight <3 and just being so affectionate in general, talking to his belly or kissing it, wrapping a protective arm around charles

and yeah, charles can pretend all he wants, but they both know he loves it so much, especially because it makes him feel cared for, makes him feel wanted... it's also reassuring, that max wants this baby as much as he does, and that he'll love the baby and is going to be a good father!

#answered ask #thank you dear <3 im glad you like them all!!

[lovewheeler]

smth soft for tonight :)) this is just a modern!mike x reader for everyone to enjoy

modern!mike sucks at words so he loves to curate you playlists of songs that remind him in you (one of his favs is summertime by mcr, its rly soft and sweet, go listen to it)

he also ends up sending you voice messages pretty often bc smth hes just to hyped out abt smth or agitatedly whining abt how annoying steve's mother henning is lmaoo

(oh btw steve definitely gives the Talk to mike. poor miks he has to deal w steve and hopper on his back)

he tends to write a lot bc he gets inspired by memories of you; the stories themselves have no correlation, it could be a story of how dustin became a vampire bc he remembered how pretty the sunset was when u kissed him

his hair is perpetually messy yet it looks so attractive on him

you and will are his favourite people

during dnd if theyre doing a serious campaign w the og party, he lets you look at his campaign notes (sometimes if he rolls a nat 20 for an enemy, he lets u decide if he should allow the enemy to kill them off LMAO)

movies w him just end up as soft kisses and hugs while wrapped up in the same blanket :"))

library dates to study (like actually study bc he finds it relaxing sometimes and he tutors you if youre struggling w like math or smth)

good night and good morning texts every day <3

oh and he TOTALLY has a priv twt acc where he screams abt you

-poly anon :))

do you understand how much I needed this rn )):

#I love u for this #i’m yearning what is this #poly anon. #love letters. #save. #like #idk I wanna date him so bad what the fuck #study dates w him #that one got me oh god oh fuck #study dates during fall and it’s so nice n u guys have midterms and he needs you there to focus and I I I

[transboysokka]

I’ve lost control of my life it is now 2:30am

(Chris watches Twilight Eclipse for the first time)

Okay fuck it it’s 12:30 am let’s start the annoying love triangle one (I’m guessing)

All I know about anything for the rest of the franchise is bella and Edward will be married and she’ll become a vampire either before or after that and also they will have a creepy baby but I think all that happens in the last book so NO guesses for this movie

At least the budget and therefore quality seem to be getting bigger/better each time

Another cheesy quote from Bella to open us out aight

Like idk she’s a student and I feel like students shouldn’t gotta worry about this marriage shit? Not in high school

It should be illegal to get married before 25 when your brain finishes developing btw

They’re both gonna be so annoying aren’t they, her with wanting to turn and him with wanting to get married, just kill me now

Anyway are they gonna finally resolve that one crazy lady vampire issue from the first movie bc that was really such a tiny problem to drag our

So is it jacob or jake what does he prefer

The music is a little better (so far) at least

Oh fuck not Edward controlling Bella’s movements and friendships GET AWAY FROM HIM BELLA

I get that Charlie has beef w Edward like girl same but also I feel bad for Edward lol

Mom sees that Edward is creepy too

Bella’s lying out in the sun but still just as pale okay

So jealous of T-shirt quilts

Dramatic ass vampire family nothing ever changes

Just get rid of this red hair chick so we can move onto the Vampiric Council villain plot

Teamwork!

More annoyed about Edward wanting to save Bella’s soul now that I know it’s Mormon propaganda tbhhhh

The thing w the Jacob v Edward drama that I never understood all those years ago is that they’re BOTH bad people!!

I still say they’d make a killer polycule

But I do love the “Edward is my boyfriend, Jacob is my best friend, and they’re jealous of each other”

Loving the lady werewolf

But how many are there now it seems like Too Much

Oh imprinting got it cool

WAIT I SWEAR I saw somewhere that Jacob ends up imprinting on Bella and Edwards daughter?????

Anyway at least lautner is kinda losing the accent at this point. Makes him less annoying

Unresolved Victoria plot, unresolved volturi plot, and now someone new???

Cross-species teamwork to help protect Bella how cute

Loving the historical flashbacks actually, I’d love a movie on the lore

WAIT FUCK jasper is SOKKA in that awful shyamalan avatar movie I’m sndkldjdsjkslskshdhdjdkd

JACOB why would you kiss her she just said she doesn’t love you I hate every man in this franchise

Clueless Charlie is pretty great

Rosalie has been nothing but spout straight up facts this entire franchise so far

Wow what a terribly tragic backstory though damn

So amused that they keep talking about defeating newborns lolol

Why would jasper know more about them than anyone else? They’ve all been newborns at some point? Is it bc he’s the most recently turned?

Oh good, explanation

Oh NOW he has an accent? lmao

Since when does he control emotions, have we seen that yet??

Ugh Jacob just DROP IT

Hahaha the father-daughter talks are so good

Listening to Debussy in preparation for seeing depussy nice

Oh DAMN he cockblocked himself. The damn Mormon influence again

It DOES make sense with the era he’s from etc etc

I just know the fangirlies were going crazy in the theatre w this whole sequence

oh NOW she says yes okayyyy

Okay seriously why is Jacob allergic to shirts

Cuddle for warmth. Classic fanfic trope oh all THREE of them should cuddle

“I am hotter than you” wow the fan girls are losing their minds

Anyway like we all know I stan rpats but he IS a goofy looking guy and I am constantly surprised he got cast for this role

Jacob doesn’t know how not to be a creep Jesus

Nice convo Jacob and Edward now kiss

But anyway that was actually super boring

Are they not even gonna SHOW the battle lmao

This movie feels super long am I wrong?

This fake ass snow

He’s literally making her say she loves him grossssss

What is any of this for like she’s less than 30 minutes of screen time away from marrying Edward right?? What was the ENTIRE point of that Jacob kiss

I actually do like how chill Edward was about it though lol

That is NOT Bryce Dallas Howard why doesn’t it look like her

What’s with the metallic clanking sounds when they die

This would be a great time for bella to get hurt and have to be turned, just saying

Oh DAMN did Bella use the trick from the werewolf story nice

Lol I had no idea vampires were so flammable

No idea what just happened to Jacob tbh like he doesn’t LOOK hurt

Why did they have to kill the girl jesus

The second movie was a gay allegory but this one is a trans allegory for sure

ok so yeah that’s another one done I guess lol

#text #twilight liveblog

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Are you a freaking stalker Anzai? Get a grip!

We are getting a Shojo-Background XD (If find them so annoying. But I guess they usually do bring across the message just fine.) I do not get why we get that one here tho, she just told him she followed him because he forgot his wallet at her house. I get that she got herself in danger given the situation and as a woman alone late at night in the dark and all... but... it wasn't her being considered, it was her being stupid. Eventually, he would have realized he lost his wallet and definitely would have searched at her place at some point too.

Not creepy at all... But seriously, why did she go to his place late at night? Then again, we are talking about the girl falling in love with a half-vampire after he almost raped her... she doesn't really have a true will to live peacefully and survive to live another day it seems ^^'

I mean... you have to give her credit. She does notice how weird it is that she wasn't afraid of a total stranger force-kissing her ^^'

I guess this episode is supposed to show that humans can be monsters too. This guy isn't a vampire and yet he tried to rape her, a student, even tho she was clearly unwilling and trying to get him off.

I mean... to be fair, I guess that face mixed with the implication of her clothes would probably get any man into protective mode... which is way I can kind of absolutely get Anzais reaction upon seeing her like this.

Its interesting tho. He saw her blood but still directed his anger at the teacher. And instead of ripping him apart, which we saw the other vampire do in his bloodlust, he just punched him in the face. Anzai must have A LOT of self-control, even in this state.

He really is such a stalker ^^'

And thus, the mess Episode 2 was is over. Thankfully this Anime only has 12 Episodes.

The title of this Episode could fit the whole Anime I tell you XD

You can not argue with that, he is right. Damn right. She makes herself a pretty damsel in distress.

When he caused a ruckus upon entering her terrace he tried to hide it by pretending to meow XD

Also... he ruined what could have been a kiss-scene. Seriously, for an Anime that gave us a weird kiss in the first episode, this one doesn't include many more kisses. That sucks!

You are not good enough for him? He is a freaking (half) Vampire who almost raped you when you just met. Yes, it wasn't exactly his fault, but that doesn't change the facts. Gee girl, get a therapist!

(BTW... no kiss, its a flashback of her s*xdream XD)

Oh look! A kiss! But its so sudden, of course her eyes are open in surprise. Damn you Anzai, you ruined it again XD

Well at least he got that out before he got shot ^^'

There us always an unnecessary amount of blood in this Anime ^^' I get that it is a Vampire Anime but still.

(Why the hell do I want to watch Vampire Knight now of all things? I HATE that Anime...)

#DL Mona Version

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Dating Klaus HC List

A/N: while I’m working on the next part of OF/OF I figured I’d make this for y’all

You’re  equally as insane and equally a genius as Klaus 

You’re sweet but also have a side people fear 

When you go quiet that’s when people should be afraid 

You def would have resting bitch face in meetings 

When you’re relaxed around the family or friends you’re as sweet as honey 

Vampires much rather speak to you than go to Klaus because of this 

You’re not an Original but hold the same respect by association 

You’re one of the few people who isn’t afraid to talk back to Klaus 

He values your opinion and seeks your counsel on matters 

You were actually really innocent as a human, Klaus and the other Originals toughened you up -- taught you their ways 

You’re really good at reading people -- something Klaus loves about you 

He also loves to spoil you — you’d have the best wardrobe and the best cars… best everything! Money is no object

Don’t even mention the ROCK on your ring

It makes a lot of vampires jealous… Including Katherine when you first met her

Btw… YOU FUCKING HATE KATHERINE PIERCE 

No one dares to mention her name around you 

You were a part of the Originals long before she was a thought and once she screwed over Klaus she became enemy #1 

You also can’t stand Elena Gilbert -- she just annoys you and it doesn’t help that she looks like Katherine 

In fact, you almost killed Elena on sight when you met her because you thought it was Katherine 

Stefan doesn’t approve of you just like he doesn’t approve of the Originals but back in the 20s you all had loads of fun 

Damon thinks you’re humorous and admires your precision against your enemies but thinks you’re kind of nuts... you lowkey are... 

Damon would call you ‘Batshit Beauty’ 

You’re one of the few people who call Klaus ‘Nik’ 

You also him Baby, Sweetheart, Lovie (only in private bc he thinks it doesn’t sound tough) 

He calls you more formal things: Love, Darling, Dear, Angel 

You’re both terrifyingly protective of each other

You don’t like to think of yourself as a violent vampire but you’d rip someone into pieces if they ever hurt Klaus 

Whenever you get to that state of blank rage he has to calm you down otherwise you’d tear apart a whole town 

“Love, Love! Relax... okay? It’s over! Breathe with me. Come back to me.” 

He’s easily jealous so he kills for you nearly weekly

“He wasn’t even looking at me, Nik!” “You’re always giving people the benefit of the doubt. He was practically undressing you.” “Let him.” “Excuse me?!” “He can only imagine... you get the real thing...” 

Makeup or angry sex dominates your love life 

You two are about as stable as a teeter totter. One day you’re on cloud-nine the next all you’re doing is argue 

At the end of each day you always end up in the same bed 

One of your favorite things in the world is laying in bed with Klaus’s head on your chest as you comb through his hair -- you love how relaxed he becomes 

He says he’s only truly relaxed when he’s cuddling with you in bed Klaus isn’t a fluffy person but he loves to give you forehead kisses When he cries you cry and vise-versa (which isn’t often so when it does happen you both worry) 

Klaus loves to leave hickeys on your neck and all over your chest so people remember who you belong to though you both wear wedding rings 

You love wear red lipstick and leaving a kiss mark on his neck 

When he sleeps in late you love to wake him up with kisses all over his chest and taking him in your mouth -- he doesn’t mind it either 

He returns the favor --- obviously! Klaus is very generous 

Risky public sex --- bc that man doesn’t give two shits 

The siblings def get annoyed with you two constantly needing to hold hands or be around each other or straight up disappearing 

Klaus is def a dom since he always has to be in control 

Sometimes you take control like when you wake him up with a surprise -- but once he’s satisfied he immediately takes over 

The dom/sub dynamic is the foundation of your relationship 

You’re a brat sub fs and he wouldn’t want it any other way 

You’re strong, vocal and independent and Klaus encourages that but you also do 95% of what he says 

When you do disagree you lowkey look forward to the argument 

Almost everything becomes sexual between you two — especially when you physically start fighting which happens on occasion

You two are like ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’ of the originals

“Oh no, Mom and Dad are fighting again” - Sassy Kol

You’re the Yin to his Yang, the light to his darkness — you balance each other out

He’s the only one who can convince you to turn off your humanity and turn it back on

You would die for each other but you also live for each other

Masterlist

Tags: @mikaelsonloverr @hoouno06 @gillybear17 @starkleila @inpraizeof @llivb0679 @obsssedwithjustaboutanything 

#vampire diaries fanfic #the vampire diaries #the vampire diares imagine #tvd imagine #tvd fanfiction #klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus mikaelson fanfiction #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikealson x reader #ORIGINALS #the originals

[aesopsbaby]

No need for a long request! And only do this if you're free! :) Small and short relationship headcanons for s/o and Licorice cookie or Vampire Cookie? Thanks. (I'm so sorry I know you don't do cr requests anymore but I'm starving for some content for them) you don't have to do this if you don't want to btw,i don't want to force ya!

-new anon,🩹

Sure thing 🩹! It's alright,I'll do it but this is probably only going to be a one time thing,,, I'll do it for both and the s/o is gender-neutral.

Note:I do not take CR requests anymore. This is the only exception.

Licorice Cookie:

He's going to be rejecting all your affections,trust me. This man will not let you see him vulnerable.

But he's a softie-

So there are times where you will catch him melting into your touches,

But Licorice being Licorice,he will absolutely deny everything you say.

"No I did not! Stop saying I smiled,...I-i DIDN'T!!"

Gets really defensive if someone where to trash talk you or insult you.

He's protective of his s/o,he loves his s/o alot <3

A huge pushover,I tell you- Just pretend to hate him and he'll be all over you and even on his knees,begging for forgiveness-

Vampire Cookie:

Being his s/o means having to deal with his bullshit ideas.

It's the most random and dumb thoughts.

"Hey s/o, if we were worms. Will you still make out with me?"

"Vampire. What the hell."

He is constantly in a state of..."no thoughts,head empty"

He follows you around everywhere and will groan and whine tiredly beside you.

Presses kisses everywhere on your face,,,and holds your hand in his palms as he coos at how adorable you are.

He'll sometimes go on and on about how he's so lucky to have you as his s/o to the other bar regulars.

He's incredibly annoying,,,always has to either annoy you by spouting nonsense or by touching you. He will poke you,everywhere- just to get a reaction out of you-

Cuddles cuddles cuddles cuddles,,

He just wants to cherish every moment with you in bliss <3

I'm gonna be making a new anon list,so uhh previous anons with names or emoji,please send them again so I can make the list,,,

#AnonIsAsking #Cookie Run Kingdom x Reader #licorice cookie x reader #vampire cookie x reader

[longing-for-the-past-times]

Masquerade

eskel x fem!reader

word count: 5721 words

Hello! I saw your post about request and remember in the game when Eskel talked about hunting the katakan that involved throwing a masquerade ball and getting someone drunk to catch it? What if he asks reader to go with him as a date since he doesn't like events? But of course asks her to stay back while he actually goes to slay the vamp. Good luck on college btw!!

  a/n: So I got a bit carried away while writing this... might have added some extra scenes, might have cut out some. I hope you like it and I apologize in advance if there are any inconsistencies in the story as I wrote it over a few days. And the usual disclaimer that English is not my first language so if you see any peculiar words, well, now you know why.

Eskel's mask:

Reader's dress:

Reader's mask:

 'What's on your mind?'

Bringing your calloused hand to his right cheek, you gently brushed your thumb over the scarred tissue, feeling him tensing at your touch. Oh, how you hated that even after all that time he was still reserved about his appearance, almost scared to give in to your touch.

But you knew better than this, and soon your hand was replaced by your warm lips, leaving soft kisses on the ridges, then on the corner of his mouth. Your job was done when you felt him relaxing under your touch, letting out a content sigh. As you turned back to look at him again, your heart leaped at the sight of his crooked grin, making you plant another chaste kiss on his lips. He hummed in approval as he brushed his hands over your back, straddling you against his chest.

Leaning on the bedpost, you nudged Eskel to talk as he'd been brooding for the past half an hour. When he made no gesture to move from the sitting position he seemed to have been meditating in, you chuckled and moved to kneel in front of him, resting your hands on his thighs. His amber eyes eventually met yours, filled with sorrow and distant longing. He was there, but not really there. And in such moments you needed each other the most.

'I think you know me better than I know myself at this point, little dove', he whispered in your ear, his husky voice and the endearment sending shivers across your spine.

'You are the strongest person I know, my love', you began softly as you played with the untied laces of his shirt, 'but not even you are invincible.'

Forcing yourself to look him dead in the eye, you shook your head at the concern that was pooling in his golden orbs. You sighed softly, taking his hand in yours and waiting in silence. After a couple of minutes, he decided to break it, pressing your head to his chest in a tight hug:

'You still remember why we came to this town, right?'

Rolling your eyes, you lifted your head towards him, giving him an annoyed look. The taunting smile he gave you was worth it.

'Well, I spoke to the Count who issued the contract and he is going to throw a masquerade ball tomorrow night for the city's notables- to lure the vampire out of hiding.'

'A vampire who mainly goes for noble blood', you mused to yourself, now tying the laces back with nimble fingers. 'Guess that gives a whole new meaning to blue blood...'

You didn't need to look at him to know that your bad pun made him try not to laugh- at that point, you could tell it solely by its breaths and heart rate.

'Blue blood or not, it's still a vampire and needs to be dealt with', he concluded in a flat voice, sighing softly when one of your fingers accidentally brushed across his neck. 'And I've come up with a plan last night, but I... I may also need your help...', he started on a suddenly shy tone, making you look up at him to see a faint blush spreading across his cheeks.

After all the years you spent together, you still couldn't believe you had the witcher wrapped around your fingers.

'I mean- you know I would never put you in danger, especially when dealing with a creature that is invisible and-'

'Eskel!'

You interrupted his rambling with a loving smile, placing a finger over his lips.

'You don't have to explain anything to me!', you went on, involuntarily brushing his lips tenderly. 'I'll come with you to the ball tomorrow night.'

His dumbfounded look only made you smile more, placing another gentle kiss on his nose, this time. 

'I'll never understand where this mind-reading stuff of yours comes from!', he grumbled gruffly, trying his best not to seem too embarrassed and spectacularly failing to do so. 'You do it better than any sorceress or mage- and yet you always claim you have no magical blood flowing through your veins!'

Laughing softly, you leaned back to take a better look at his focused face.

'We all have our skills, my dear! You have your Witcher training while I happen to have been gifted with a wonderful intuition and intelligence.'

'You forgot about modesty!', he smirked at you ironically, placing his hands around your waist.

'Why, that's on top of the list!'

Your childish tone widened his smirk into a smile, determining him to shake his head in disbelief.

'You really are something!', he concluded, pressing your head to his chest once more, playfully ruffling your hair. 'But yes, I was actually going to ask you to join me to the masked ball tomorrow night- you know those kinds of social gatherings are not exactly my cup of tea...'

'Mine neither, don't you worry about that.', you shrugged your shoulders, breathing in deep at the vibrations of his chest. You wished this proximity would last forever. 'But I have one condition!'

Your sudden request made him place his hands on your shoulders and gently pushing you away from him so that he could get a better look at your facial expressions. The sobriety of his features made you want to laugh at your childish demand:

'The Count will have to provide us with matching costumes!', you haughtily declared, trying your best to maintain your serious composure. 'If we're going to face a vampire, we should do it with style!'

His spontaneous laughter was liquid gold to your ears and it took a lot not to lean and kiss him again and again. 

'Whatever you please, dove ', he answered gently, brushing a stray lock of H/C hair from your face. 'But I cannot and will not put you in any kind of danger - I'll face the vampire myself. As a matter of fact, I've already talked to the alchemist we met the other day and she's preparing a strong concoction as we speak.'

Frowning, you got off from his lap to lay in bed. You remembered the young woman who greeted you and introduced herself as the right hand of the Count- she was charming and unique in her own way. But it wasn't that that concerned you, you and Eskel have been together for a while now and you were well past jealousy. No, what really made you worry was the fact that your witcher reached out to her for help. He was always trying to do everything by himself, never putting anyone else in danger unless need be.

'Are you planning to get her involved somehow?', you curtly asked, propping yourself in your elbows to get a better look at him. From the way he was avoiding your looks, the answer was more than obvious. And the fact that he was already feeling guilty for it.

Sighing quietly, you rubbed your eyes and reached to place a hand on his shoulders, lifting yourself so that you could hug him from the back. His muscles were tensed up again so you gingerly run a hand through his hair, leaning down to whisper in his ear:

'Why don't you tell me more about this vampire then? How did you call it?.. kakata-takata...?', you messed up the name on purpose, only to feel his chest rumble with faint laughter again.

Eskel turned around and cupped your cheeks in his hands, shaking his head in amusement. The left corner of his lip was curled up in half a smile and when he spoke, his voice seemed lighter:

'As you already know, my intelligent one, the creature's name is katakan.'

You slightly winced at his carefully chosen endearment, scrunching your nose in indignation. The picture you offered was too much for him and it was his turn to place a quick kiss on your nose, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. You hummed softly at the feeling of his slow breaths on your sensitive skin, closing your eyes in satisfaction. If only you could spend the rest of your days like that: with him, in a domestic harmony- no monster hunting, no rush for coin. Just you, him, and plenty of intimate moments. 

'Oh, Master Witcher, then enlighten me and tell me all about this creature of the night!'

Your joking tone hit home when he actually got up and reached for his bestiary, carefully stashed in his traveling bag. The leatherbound journal was filled to the brim with loose pieces of paper filled with annotations and hastily taken notes- all of them waiting to be taken to Kaer Morhen where Vesemir would carefully transcribe them into the real Bestiary, making modifications where necessary.

Eventually, Eskel sat down in the bed against the headboard, parting his knees and dragging you in between them. Smiling at him, you rested your head against his pectorals, closing your eyes and enjoying the peaceful rhythm of his heartbeat. The witcher was flipping the journal's pages with deft fingers, promptly stopping when a detailed sketch of a lesser vampire appeared. At the sight of it, you were glad that the katakan could turn invisible- the disfigured image of an overgrown bat with long fangs and talons was the stuff of nightmares.

'Katakans and their more dangerous kin, nekurats, are the embodiment of human fear. They hide in the shadows. They feed on human blood.'

Despite the terrible subject, Eskel was reading about, his low voice was soothing and lulling you to sleep. Trying your hardest to keep your eyes open, you heard him talking about their main asset, invisibility, and how one must pay attention to their shadow as it might prove a useful pointer for their location. Words kept pouring from his mouth, vaguely reaching your ears, but making sense of what he was telling you proved to be even more difficult when you found yourself pressed against him, his muscular arms trapping you in.

As you drifted off to sleep, you could make out his amused voice as a couple of fingers tangled in your hair, gently massaging your scalp. At that moment, you felt like you could take down an entire group of katakans just by looking at them.

***

'I think blue is a nice fit for you!'

Standing behind Eskel, you placed your hands on his shoulders while checking him out in the mirror. The Count outdid himself with the costumes he provided you, especially with Eskel's, which, besides making him look too good to be true, was helping him achieve a monster hunter look without actually revealing his true identity. What impressed you was the craftsmanship of his blue leather mask depicting a peregrine falcon and the subtle way it matched with the tight-fitted suit that seemed to broaden his shoulders even more, in a very appealing way.

'You don't look too bad, either.'

His teasing tone made you roll your eyes in embarrassment, involuntarily shifting your weight from side to side. Eskel's eyes narrowed at the sight of the delightful way the dark blue velvet hugged your curves and contrasted with your Y/S/C skin. He made an effort not to stare at your exposed shoulders and upper back, aware of how self-conscious you felt at the moment. You had expected a more decent dress, but the seamstress who brought your evening attire had assured you that those were the standards for a masquerade. She even went the extra mile to tell you that your gown was one of the modest ones, doing her best not to smile at Eskel's silent chuckles and suggestive looks.

'You've been staring at me ever since I put this on, love!', you tried to confront him but failed when he gave you another thorough look.

'What made you think I wasn't staring before as well?' 

His crooked grin made you blush violently, especially when realizing the hidden meaning of his words. Somehow, it seemed that concealing his features behind a mask made him bolder and more daring - a mental state which you hoped would help him in defeating the vampire quickly. 

At the sight of your tight-lipped smile and knitted brows, he bit his lip and glanced back at you in the mirror:

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that...'

Hiding a small smile, you placed your head on his shoulder, wrapping your hands around him and sighing quietly:

'My dear witcher, your words bring me nothing but joy ', you hummed in his ear. 'I'm just worried about tonight... you know I can't help it!'

Not breaking the eye contact, he placed his gloved hands over your small ones, trying not to marvel at the delicate texture of your skin. 

'I am worried too, little dove, but it's not about me, but my decision to bring you with me to the ball. And don't make that face, because that's exactly how you feel about me as well!'

You scrunched up your nose in defense, sticking out your tongue. You already know where that was going.

'So I'd say that if I'm not concerned about you being present in the proximity of a deadly vampire, you shouldn't be worried about me having to face the beast. It's only fair, don't you think?'

   Rolling your eyes at his words, you shook your head. It beat you how he always managed to find the right words to calm you down.

 'Don't you think so?'

He pressed on, turning around to face you. Behind the mask, you could see his eyes glittering with satisfaction and mischief and you could not remember the last time he was so excited about something. And you did not plan to ruin the night because of your protective nature, so you sighed theatrically and nodded, not missing the way his eyes brightened even more.

'I guess we should get going then.', he quickly stated, heading towards the wooden chest where he left his swords. 'The carriage the Count sent must be waiting for us downstairs!'

Giving your look a once-over, you grabbed your velvet purse from the bed and strode towards the door when a firm hand grabbed you by the shoulder, prompting you to stop. The questioning look you gave Eskel made the witcher chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief:

 'Didn't you forget something?'

 'I... don't think so?'

You raised your eyebrows, wrinkling your nose in confusion. The gesture made the witcher giggle even louder, looking at you fondly:

 'You're going to a masked ball, darling.', he tried once again, waiting for any sign of recognition. When nothing happened, he reached for something laid on the top of the trunk, gesturing you to turn toward the mirror.

'I can't believe you were going to attend a masquerade without wearing a mask!', he playfully scolded you as his nimble fingers placed the white and blue leather mask on your face, deftly tying it to the back. The proximity between the two of you and the intimacy of the gesture momentarily left you out of breath and gazing mindlessly towards the man behind you. He too seemed to be caught up in a trance, his fingers softly combing through your H/C hair in an affectionate gesture, prompting you to lean into him, leaving out an inaudible sigh.

Your moment was ruined when someone rudely banged on your door. 

 'Master Witcher sir, there's a carriage waiting for you outside, sir!', a young lad's voice could be heard. 

 'Yeah, yeah, we're coming!'

 Eskel's low tone emphasized his displeasure at being interrupted, but he said nothing else as he strapped his swords on his back, grabbing two vials of what must have blade oils and witcher's potions. Saying nothing, you reached for your cloak and a few minutes later, you were both descending the stairs of the inn. 

You only prayed that nothing would go wrong in the hours to come.

***

'Allow me!' 

Leaving his swords behind, Eskel got out of the carriage first and extended a gloved hand which you took gladly as he helped you descend. Once both your feet were planted on the ground, he gestured to the coachman he could leave.

'What about your swords?', you anxiously asked him, looking at him as if he was mad.

 'I can't go barging in with the Witcher swords on my back, little dove', he argued quietly, placing a palm on your back and ushering you to the ballroom. 'When I find out who our vampire is, I'm going to lure it into the garden, and conveniently, I will stop by the carriage to retrieve them.'

 As you studied your surroundings, you realized the seamstress had spoken the truth: your off-shoulder, bare-back dress seemed to be one of the least scandalous and revealing choices for the night. And the way Eskel's amber eyes drifted from one low-cut neck to another, his grip loosening with each step, confirmed it.

'Sounds like you've made quite a plan, darling!', you teased him in a rather high-pitched tone that made him shoot you a crooked grin. You could swear the corners of his eyes crinkled behind the mask.

He opened his mouth to probably give you a cheeky answer but immediately closed it, stopping dead in his tracks. The sudden motion caught you unawares as you crashed into the witcher, the impact throwing you off-balance. Luckily, Eskel's reflexes were still functioning and he tightened his grip around your waist, quickly placing you on your feet. You threw him a concerned gaze as you noticed that his smile had been replaced by a tight-lipped expression. He nodded his head towards the ballroom entrance where you noticed... several children who seemed to be playing hide-and-seek. 

'This is unbelievable,' you muttered under your breath, shaking your head in disbelief. 'Is the Count out of his mind? To let children attend such an event when... when...'

Sighing deeply, you closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. Unexpected things could always happen, and even if that was the unfortunate kind of unexpected, it didn't mean you couldn't do something about it.

'It's not like it's a big deal! We'll just have to make sure they aren't left unsupervised!'

 A silvery singsong voice prompted you to turn around to see a tiny, plump woman waving at you excitedly. She was dressed in an orange, silk dress, sporting a fox mask that highlighted her emerald eyes. You felt like you knew her from somewhere, but you couldn't place a finger on it and so, you ended up staring at her. It was Eskel who cleared his throat and greeted the stranger, pulling you even closer to his side.

'Glad to see you made it, Johra! Hopefully, you brought the necessary stuff with you too!'

'You're the alchemist!', you eventually managed to say, eyes widening in surprise. 'But how... I could swear you looked taller when we last met!'

'Well... it may have been the shoes,' she gave you an enigmatic smile. 'And perhaps an experimental potion that may have had side effects. But I can't put my finger on it until I try it again!'

Her daring wink made you give her a conspiratory smile as she linked elbows with you, dragging you away from Eskel's grasp. The witcher rolled his eyes and came to sit on your side as the three of you resumed your walk towards the ballroom.

'Before you say anything, witcher, I've got everything I need right here!', she quickly told Eskel, subtly pointing at her matching silk pouch. 'You just need to tell me when and where and I'll do the rest.'

 'Good. It will happen in the garden, it’s the most remote place for the time being. But we need to do something about these children- they can’t be roaming around when the katakan reveals itself!’

Playing with a loose strand of your hair, you slowed down and eventually stopped to look at the witcher:

‘I think… I think I may be able to help with that!’, you shily said, reaching deep into your pouch. ‘Using… this!’

Pulling out a clean handkerchief, you beamed at your two companions. Their reactions couldn’t be more different: Eskel sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes while Johra grinned broadly, squealing with excitement.

‘Origami! You have to show me how you do it!’, she fervently asked, clapping her hands. ‘I’ve always wanted to learn, but I couldn’t manage to find someone or something, like a book, to properly teach me!’

‘Of course I will, I can start tonight if you’d like!’, you smiled at her enthusiasm, turning to look at Eskel’s frown. ‘Do you have something to say?’

‘You’re not serious about this, right?’

You could sense the lightness in his teasing tone. As much as he wanted to seem frustrated, it was clear he was enjoying messing up with you on this subject.

‘Who do you think will be interested in your paper-folding nonsense?’

‘Well, let me recall, darling’, you placed a hand on his chest, cocking your head at him. ‘You seemed rather fascinated the first time I’d shown you how to fold a swan, hadn’t you?’

‘I’d not go that far,’ he grumbled under his breath, placing his palm atop yours. ‘But I would be … rather fascinated, as you so carefully put it, in having at least a dance with you tonight.’

The veiled proposal made you blush profusely, lowering your head when he reached to brush the one loose strand of hair.

‘With you too, Johra, if you’d like.’

That was Eskel, always saying the right things at the right time. But Johra had the presence of spirit to elegantly decline his invitation, muttering something about going to meet with a certain Lady Bolton. You didn’t miss the subtle way her pupils dilated and you were sure Eskel could hear the rush of her heartbeat. One look at him and he confirmed it, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

You let out a silent curse as you glanced at the ballroom. It was huge and crowded with masked nobles, each parading around with unique and bizarre outfits. You could swear you saw a noblewoman whose dress was made entirely of peacock feathers walking arm in arm with a man who was proudly wearing a wolf pelt. 

‘I have a bigger one at Kaer Morhen’, Eskel whispered in your ear, slowly guiding you to the dance floor. ‘I could show it to you sometimes. And we can find you a matching dress if you’d like!’

His bold choice of words made you scrunch up your nose while looking at him amused. You could tell he was doing his best not to burst out laughing at your expression, and he eventually resumed to place a peck on your lips, extending a hand:

‘Will you join me for this dance?’

****

'Have I told you that you sometimes remind me of Yennefer?'

Eskel was waltzing with you across the dance ring, graciously navigating among the other couples while you were held close to his chest, resting your head on his shoulder. At his unexpected remark, you raised an eyebrow and frowned at him:

'In that case, darling, I might add, you sometimes resemble Geralt.', you talked back, letting him swing you backward and dragging you to his chest once again.

'He's my brother, of course we two are alike!', he shrugged his shoulders as his eyes wandered around the ballroom. 'But I assume you had something else in mind when you said it!', he rolled his eyes at the sight of your smirk.

'I don't know what you're talking about!', you feigned innocence as your gaze stopped over the intricate pattern of his mask. 'But for the fact that he's probably whoring his way through the Continent as we speak...'. 

The high-pitched tone was there again and Eskel had to suppress a smile. He knew you were trying to hide your jealousy, but he knew you too well at that point. He could read you like a book.

'And here's the Yennefer trait I was talking about,' he pressed on as he tried to avert his eyes from yet another low-cut neck. 'And you can't blame Geralt for anything, little dove- he can get basically anything with his looks. That's why Yennefer's trying to keep him on a tight leash-'

'You do too,' you eventually blurted the words out, trying not to feel dizzy from the excessive spinning. 'I mean, have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? Have you noticed the way at least half of these women turned their heads when you passed by? And do not dare to tell me you have not seen the glances they give you. And me- but not in that way, not at all.'

Biting his lip, he cupped your cheeks and brought you closer to him so that your foreheads were resting on top of the other.  

'I couldn't care less about other women's glances and whispers, little dove!', he whispered gently, his strained breath fanning over your face. 'They will all cease to exist the moment I get rid of this mask.'

The bitterness laced in his words determined you to place your palm on his right cheek, tracing faint circles across the deep scars.

'But I will still be there...', your guttural tone was filled with emotion as you replaced your touch with a tender kiss. 'Come what may, I'll always be by your side as you were by mine when I needed it the most!'

The rest of the world seemed to slow down as the two of you were standing still in the middle of the ballroom, too caught up in the moment to pay attention to what was happening around you. The orchestra music became a pleasant background sound and time froze when the witcher placed a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you closer towards him so that he could kiss you properly. Closing your eyes, you licked your lips in expectation and waited. 

Waited for the contact that never came.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw him glancing insistently towards a corner of the ballroom, his ears perking up at a sound you definitely couldn't hear.

'Should I get Johra?', you carefully asked, setting off in search for the alchemist when he gave you an imperceptible nod. Your heart dropped when you saw him reaching for his non-existent sword. He shouldn't have left it in the carriage.

'Tell her to wait in the garden. And you stay inside! If I tell you to run, you run!'

The curtness of his instructions made you realize the gravity of the situation. It was not your first monster hunt with him- he always made sure you knew when to flee and abandon him, expressing himself in a much more elaborate way. But now he was gone before you could even acknowledge his advice, too stunned to process the way his lips grazed on your cheek. And you had to find the alchemist and guide her to the garden, making sure she did... well, what she was supposed to do.

  ***

It did not take you long to find Johra. She was spending her time with the lady she'd mentioned and, totally convenient, in a gazebo that overlooked the garden. You must have been quite a sight, with a determined stare on your face and firm steps, paying no heed to the whispers and long looks that your disheveled appearance caused- after a couple of minutes of aimlessly looking for the alchemist inside the ballroom, you set off running to the outdoors, and your efforts had paid off rather quickly:

'There you are! I've been looking for you!', you stopped at her side, briefly nodding at her companion between heavy pants. Perhaps you have danced enough for the night. 'You- you are needed in the garden! And my lady, allow me to escort you inside for the time being.', you turned towards the fair-headed woman who was watching you amusedly and nodded, placing a quick kiss on Johra's uncovered cheek. Her face turned the color of her dress, if not deeper.

'As much as I hate to say it, miss Y/N', she hastily began, grabbing your hand in a fast motion, 'you might still be needed for the time being!'.

Without saying anything else, she turned her head towards the center of the garden, where a majestic stone fountain could be seen. And all around it... children. Pursing your lips, you drew in a sharp breath and ushered Johra's friend to the ballroom as you reached for the handkerchief in your pouch.

'Let's go then', you muttered under your breath, your fingers folding deftly the rough material while you jogged towards the garden. Eskel was still nowhere to be seen.

As you reached the playing site of the children, a freshly-made paper swan was laying in your left hand. Making a show of passing through the children to sit on the ledge of the fountain, you waved your other hand towards them, smiling in a conspiratorial way:

'Now, which one of you likes stories here?'

The sudden interruption of their game made them turn their heads towards you, their faces glistening with curiosity and excitement.

'Would you like to hear the story of a girl... and seven wild swans?', you went on, handing the paper swan to one little boy whose mouth was opened in awe.

 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'

To your satisfaction, the children began chanting the word as they all gathered around you, preparing to sit directly on the freshly trimmed grass.

‘Well, then... I believe the ballroom would be the perfect place for such a story. It's getting quite cold out here, don't you think?'

You got up and they all followed suit instantly, following you obediently to the indoor area. Turning your head to check on Johra, you almost stumbled on your steps when you saw her drinking the contents of a vial, several discarded ones laying next to her. That was not right- you thought that the substances she'd prepared had been meant for the katakan, not herself... unless-

 'Come on, miss!'

 A small boy tugged at your sleeve, his request being soon echoed by the others. Trying not to furrow your brow any further, you forced yourself to smile broadly at the children, steering them towards the entrance. When a hooded silhouette brushed against your shoulders, you stopped again and turned around to get a glimpse of Eskel's fighting figure. You could tell he'd just had one of his potions by the way his pupils were dilated, but the absence of his swords made you bite your lip in distress. A brief nod of acknowledgment was all that you got off him until he was gone.

And you were left with a group of spoiled children who wanted their story and had started fighting for who should hold the paper swan next.

You only hoped that Eskel and Johra knew what they were doing.

 ***

Entering the stables, your eyes searched instinctively for Eskel. You smiled to yourself as you saw him brushing Scorpion’s mane, his relaxed features bringing you a state of peace and relief. Even Lil’Bleater seemed to wind down after the eventful night, the snow-white goat chewing quietly on some green patch of grass. Hiding the velvet pouch in a pocket of your travel cloak, you stepped closer to him but promptly stopped at the sight of a huge sack of potatoes from which blood was dripping. There sure were no potatoes in there.

‘Is that what I think it is?’, you asked your witcher, crossing your arms on your chest.

He slowly raised his head to you, his sheepish look being the embodiment of feigned innocence. He almost looked like a kid who sneaked a wooden toy from the stand, right into his mother’s basket. Except that in the current situation, the toy was not made of wood, but of flesh and bone.

‘Eskel!’

You pressed on, getting closer to him. The faint smell of cologne from last night was now mixed with blood and sweat, but it did not manage to lessen the warm feeling that was overwhelming your senses, making you weak in the knees.

‘What exactly do you plan to do with the body of a vampire?’, you eventually asked him, busying your hands with fixing his shirt’s collar. ‘I thought you took what you needed from it last night when you so gallantly disappeared without letting anyone know!’

Your scolding tone made him avoid your eyes even more, a faint blush settling on his cheeks.

‘I’m going to take it to Kaer Morhen’, he mumbled under his breath as he scratched the back of his head clumsily. ‘I bet Vesemir would love to perform an autopsy on it- the old man hasn’t had contact with vampires in decades!’

Smiling at his childish enthusiasm, you rolled your eyes and wrapped him in a hug, placing your head on top of his heart. After last night’s events, you were even more glad that you had him by your side- the only person you could find solace and comfort in.

‘Speaking of the Keep’, you quietly began, playing with a stray curl from your hair. ‘I was thinking we could leave earlier this year… you know, with you being generously paid for this contract and…’

‘And what?’

Your unfinished sentence made him raise an eyebrow, cocking his head to take a better look at your angelic expression. The corners of his mouth curled up into a knowing smile as he felt you reach towards your pocket to retrieve the ornate purse.

‘What exactly were you up to last night? You know, in between being overly possessive of me and trying your best to be a thorn in my side while I was fighting the vampire?’

‘Well’, you carelessly toyed with your words, ‘let’s just say that my paper-folding nonsense, as you so unceremoniously call it, is something that the blue-bloods from here appreciate. Greatly!’, you emphasize the last word as you weighed the coin in your hand. ‘And I think Vesemir would like to have his hands on a fresh katakan corpse, as much as it troubles me to say it!’

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