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Before Deluca - a sip of the sea

A cave, through all the black waited a pale white cave. It was dreary and wet, with a ceiling I could not find and too many alcoves dotted in glowing light, but still only a cave. With all that built, all that led, I expected something more impressive, and as my disappointment rang clear through me Lucient gripped tighter, fighting against the laugh that snorted anyway.

The witch was not amused, “Now they share jokes, guests in my home, allowed through my shadows and they share jokes.” He stepped out of an alcove with the last word spoken and all my disappointment choked in the sight of him. “I do not tolerate rudeness in my home.”

I am not a short man. Few men, in fact, have towered over me in my very long lifetime. I specify men not to denote gender but species. Vampire or not, I began as a man and have met creatures that towered over me, but rarely other men.

That witch towered.

The dark green and ever-flowing robes covering his pallid flesh made it difficult to judge by how much, but I had to crane my neck to look into his eyes. And he had too many of those. Two on each side of his slender face with a fourth on his forehead, wide and bulging their milky color glowed in the same pale blue-green as the light around us. Like frozen fires those eyes burned. Above and beside them, framing his face, were frills—no hair in sight—in the same pallid greenish skin as all else he showed and he smiled as he caught me gaping, which only choked me again. It stretched, his smile, around his flat, wide nose and further up his cheeks than seemed possible. Inside it were rows of needle thin teeth—black and gleaming.

I understand the fear now, I told Lucient, but a glance towards him confused. He did not gape up at the horror, he sneered, defiant.

It is not what he is you should fear, treasure, he explained, but what he does.

The witch bowed to us, revealing four spindly arms and too many long webbed fingers, “I will accept your terrified silence as apology,” and Lucient gripped me tighter as the witch did not move so much as appear directly in front of us. He bent and touched my cheek with a single finger, twice as long as my face, “Warm, this pet, kitty...but where did you find it, and where is your Mistress?”

I kept my promise, said nothing, but with the clammy wetness of that finger caressing me from chin to collar...I couldn’t help the shivering.

“She is at the bottom of the sea,” Lucient said through his teeth.

Laughter bubbled deep in the witch’s throat as he slid two of his eyes toward Lucient, “Fitting end for all things. Of course you desire control of her crew,” Lucient nodded and the witch swooned, “Mm, that I can do, but what of this decadent creature you brought with you? It is so warm, you things are never warm. Cold as the sea, cold as death the lot of you, boring,” leaning closer, too close, I was inflicted by his tongue. Blue-black and dripping, it took Lucient’s firm hand and every bit of my will not to scream as the witch licked where he had touched before cooing, “I accept this payment.”

Lucient shoved himself between me and the witch, forcing that too-big face back—all of its eyes narrowing—and shook his head, “He’s mine, Troio.”

The witch frowned and the frills on the sides of his face wriggled, “You just arrived and already you have refused me payment and revealed my name. Were it anyone else, I would snap them up and gnaw on their bones.”

“But it isn’t,” Lucient continued, both hands on my wrists, holding my arms around him, “It’s me, and you know me.”

“Mm,” the witch nibbled on one of his horrid fingers, all of his eyes fluttering with thoughts I was glad not to hear, “That I do...”

Not speaking wore on me, too many questions fought to flee my lips, but Lucient backed tighter against me, holding my burning wrists in the chill of his hands. Payment is flesh, treasure, he explained, his desire to hide it, to lie, pure and bright through the words, and I have always been who pays.

“Is kitty explaining our bargain, warm little pet?” The witch cooed, then nibbling his lip with teeth too long, too thin. “How he has bent for me, over and over again. How he will today...if he hopes to leave.”

There must be another way, I pleaded with those soft, cold hands.

If there is, I don’t know it, turning to face me, careful to keep a hand ever on me, he pulled me into a kiss—and I shivered with the moan of the witch more than the cool of Lucient’s tongue. Your concern means more than you could know, treasure, but this is nothing new to me. And it is how he operates.

“No more secrets, you two,” the witch cut, “you two,” he repeated, nibbling again on a finger before pointing another at us, “Yes, you two. Both of you will be my payment.”

Lucient flipped around, all of him tensing against me, “Baise tu vas!”

As you may have noticed by now, Lucient did not curse often, and it seemed even the witch was aware of how rare the words spat at him.

He backed from them, before laughing.

Can we leave? I asked, recoiling from that laughter, avoid this thing altogether and just...go?

We need the ship to leave, and the crew to sail the ship, Lucient’s tone came harder through his thoughts, and this putain is the only one who can give me control of the crew.

“Oh, pretty kitty, your anger is such a delight,” the witch’s laughter colored his tone, bubbling the deep rasp of his voice with a discomforting glee, “As your crew needs rest, I will give you until morning to discuss payment. But you will do so here, in my company. I assume you two are hungry?”

My dream, it has grown difficult standing near that thing, I held tighter, loosing my grip only when Lucient squeaked with the force of my arms, are we meant to sleep with it?

Lucient turned to look at me, keeping his words quiet, secret, we are meant to feed off him, and he will leave us alone after, until morning, when we either pay him willingly...or he keeps us.

And you have fed on him before? Despite the sun’s heat burning me hotter and fueling the ache in my gut, the idea of putting my teeth on that thing soured my tongue. More than anything else I wanted to pick Lucient up and run to the ship.

But I wouldn’t. Couldn’t, if not for all the black I couldn’t see through, or the ship I couldn’t sail, there was the thing in front of me. The witch—that I suspected was anything but—who had shown himself capable of moving faster than either of us.

I have, Lucient told me, and it is not an unpleasant experience save that...he enjoys it. More than we will. “We accept,” he told the waiting witch, and all his glowing eyes, “the offer of your veins, Troio, not your lust.”

“One now, the other later, kitty,” the witch cooed and all his flowing robes billowed, writhing in the air as tendrilous weeds in a current, as he sat on the cave floor. All four of his arms motioned to us after, “Come now, and feed.”

#writeblr #snippet #writing #novel #before deluca #this is the last half of the scene #but it has the description of the witch #and all his creepiness #so here you go #i don't even know what to warn again #it's suggestive if anything #i will fucking fight you tumblr 'tendrilous' is a word #we have been over this

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definegodliness · 1 year

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Gooey Goo in Watchamaloo

A Christmas Tale

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Once upon a not so long ago, 2015, in a town called Watchamaloo, there lived a girl named Andrea Eddington. Andrea was the sole heir of a lineage of bakers settled in Watchamaloo since the 1850's, famed for their spotted dick.

Alas, as the years passed, the general public more and more lost interest in the deliciousness of moist Christmas pudding, filled with raisins.

They craved some sort of tasteless black, layered, kitty litter teeth gnashing gravel cookie. With at its center sugary cream. Alike icing, but dryer. As if someone added a heap of crystal sugar last minute, when the melting point was long gone already.

Those, were called Oyero's. After their founder Sydney Oyero. A Big City hot-shot, who had taken the town of Watchamaloo by storm with his gnashy treat. There wasn't a corner left where one could not buy those crude, overbaked, mass produced Oyero's.

Save for that one corner on Main Street that harbored the quaint, classic, Eddington's Bakery.

Still. Defiantly. But for how long, really?

Andrea cried bitter tears. If she could not get people enthusiastic about her spotted dick, her family's legacy surely would be obliterated. She tried pamphlets, street tastings, and TikTok dances — the latter instigated by her quirky friend who stuck by her through thick and thin for comic relief — but all Andrea got for her efforts was a letter from Watchamaloo's Nomed Bank, threatening foreclosure.

It goes without saying that, after that, it did not take long for Andrea to receive a letter from Oyero Industries, offering a highly financially beneficial take-over. Like, some kind of once in a lifetime lottery deal. Crazy money. Green, that would leave her and the undoubtedly many generations after her completely independent of any government interference. Yet, being the headstrong woman that she is, she tosses this proposal into the hearth fire of her rustic log cabin inspired domus.

Andrea thought of her childhood.

The Christmas decorations in the shopwindow. The children sleighing and giggling in the snow, or shuffling their feet across it to make an iced strip fit for sliding. How their mothers would come running toward them if they'd fall, and how they'd be wrapped in blankets. Offered hot chocolate by her father. And then, of course, how everyone would get a good slice of celebratory spotted dick.

Content and fulfilled, the town would sing Christmas carols.

"Confutatis, maledictis."

Andrea gleefully hums, reminiscing.

It is time for Christmas decorations. One last chance for Christmas. As spotted dick is above all a desert enjoyed by moist-seekers come Christmas.

Andrea carries an almost magically sparkling crystal treetopper she got from her late great-great-grandmother. However, approaching her bakery, by her daydreaming, she slips and slides over one of those nostalgic ice strips, shuffled down by the neighbourhood's kids. And so she bumps into a particularly dashing rapscallion.

Rapscallion? Yes.

Dashing, what not? For his flowing dark brown hair, with streaks of blonde and grey. For his almost aristocratic two-pieced moustache and pointed beard. For his pale skin, that hints at obscure vampiric tendencies. For the gap between his two front teeth, that gains in sympathy for every genuine smile he offers Andrea. The first about to happen. The first of many.

Certainly, this man is as handsome as blatant self-insertion.

Andrea slips. Yet, disneycally, she is dipped, as if in a dance. Then, frozen. Still. Still, because their eyes meet. Still, because of that faint indomitable smile. Still, because his spine isn't what it used to be.

Still. And still until Andrea rapidly schlippity-schlops, treading her stilettos, worn for some reason, against the iced footing. Once she is upright, she thanks the rapscallion (dashing, definitely). However, he is unrespondent, holding the crystal treetopper heirloom in his free hand, admiring it.

A thing of abundance.

In his thousand-mile eyes sparkles that one childhood Christmas memory when he dared dunk his family owned Oyero in vanilla custard. The richness and creaminess of it. The moistness. Wetness. The ever so reluctant, sheer impossible, yet patiently achieved saturation. The ass-whooping following not indulging in the sheer dryness, demanded, to be...

All whirls around him, as mid-pose, he prematurely apologizes for what might have happened. And Andrea reinsures what might have happened hasn't remotely foreordainedly happened, as she hasn't had premature apologies for what might in fact happen in quite some time before. Which is logical.

They part ways. Ain't nobody got time to get acquainted. It's about to be Christmas! There's places to be, people to meet, and things to do, and all that in an infinite loop. As such Andrea decides, anyway.

When she enters the bakery, her clever, brazen, and ever so sassy daughter Tilly, enquires about her smile, and remarks she hasn't seen her mother beaming like that since Eugene, who financially bled Eddington's bakery dry, finally signed the divorce papers. Andrea answers she's just feeling the Christmas spirit.

Then rings the bakery's bell. It is the rapscallion, who, in all the commotion of over-evident sparks flying, forgot to hand over the crystal treetopper. He mentions his family were also bakers. Which breaks the ice. He even offers to lend a hand in decorating, and though Andrea politely declines, Tilly insists the man stays. Clever, insightful, and attentive as she is, having discovered the reason for her mom's beaming face.

They spend the day in merry making. With poopy goody-two-shoed jokes, like icing on noses, faking baubles as earrings, and whatnot. They do silly dances to 50's Christmas songs. And everyone smiles, giggles, and chuckles. It is all so sickly sweet that I, the narrator, am almost relieved Andrea has a raging tantrum when she finally asks the rapscallion his name and he introduces himself as none other than:

Sydney Oyero.

Andrea demands he leaves immediately, and sends voice of reason, but really voice of Andrea's heart, Tilly, to her room when she objects. Sydney hangs his shoulders defeatedly, and walks off into the dark streets of Watchamaloo.

On his way to his apartment, he meets a bearded man who notices his defeated demeanor, and inquires about this feat. Sydney confides in him immediately, as one tends to do with bearded strangers. The man gives him an empowering speech about go-getting, never giving up, love. Basically, finding the spirit of Christmas in oneself. Herein he uses peculiarly precise details about Sydney's childhood, making Sydney wonder where it all went wrong. Inspiring him to be better. When they part Sydney asks the bearded man his name.

"Call me Kris."

Sydney does not put two and two together.

The coming days Andrea and Sydney spent mostly absentminded, vividly remembering 50's dancing, icing on noses, and lots of giggling and smiling.

For Andrea this is particularly annoying, because — oh, Christmas miracle — an extremely large order of spotted dick has been requested for Tilly's upcoming school dance. The amount is just enough to fend off immediate foreclosure. But this means Andrea, Tilly, and Andrea's quirky friend who stuck by her through thick and thin for comic relief, have to slave in front of the ovens to make it work. It's panic. But they finish just in time.

Then shock sets in. In all the hassle of work, they completely forgot to get Tilly a nice dress for the school dance. Andrea storms out for some last-last minute shopping, but finds all the shops are closed.

She meets a bearded man who notices her stressful demeanor, and she confides in him immediately, as one tends to do with bearded strangers. The man is named Kris. And he gives her a speech about forgiveness, never giving up, love. Basically, finding the Christmas spirit in oneself. Herein he uses peculiarly precise details about Andrea's childhood.

And though Andrea does not put two and two together, her trip down memory lane does make her remember how they'd celebrate Christmas at the Eddington's. They'd all dress up nicely and dance and do the merry making. She remembers her dress. That dress! It must still be somewhere in the attic.

Andrea storms home, thanking Kris mid-run. She finds the dress. It is, of course, the most beautiful, -modern- timeless dress you've ever seen. All she needs to do is remove the white frilling. Tilly will look enchanting. And so will she, because her mother's dress catches her eye, mostly because it uncannily hangs in plain sight, with, for some reason, an angelic blue sheen.

They go to the dance. And Tilly sets the room alight, undoubtedly she will be crowned the dance's queen, or whatever is custom. She sure is having a lot of fun. Andrea is wallflowering, but it's never a dull moment for her, as people keep coming by complimenting the scrumptious taste of her spotted dick. Tastier than ever! People say. Andrea feels proud, and sparkles with delight. Feeling the Christmas spirit, as 'tis the season of giving.

Then she sees him. Sydney Oyero. Or, as she calls him, Satan O-bleh-o. And she wonders what the lout is doing here. Ogling her with that big dumb smile. When he tries to approach her, she swiftly snubs him away. He can barely utter his apologies. Andrea does not want to hear them.

Whilst she is still blowing off steam, someone nudges her. She looks to the side and sees an elderly woman with bright white curly hair. Her smile is soothingly kind, instantly calming Andrea. The woman speaks softly:

"Such a dashing young man, you must feel so lucky."

Andrea explains that dashing man is the devil himself. She rants on, but halfway the elderly woman interrupts her. She gives Andrea an inspiring speech about second chances, love, dumb men, like her own husband, Kris, and all in all about finding her Christmas spirit. Andrea does not take the bait. She says she has never ever met a man so egotistically heartless. Which shapes a puzzled surprise on the elderly woman's face. She asks Andrea who she thinks ordered all that delicious spotted dick for the school's dance. And Andrea gasps.

Now, she feels guilty. Somewhat guilty. But at least enough to grab a platter with a slice of spotted dick, and custard, to bring Sydney as a peace offering. They talk for a while, Sydney apologizes, and Andrea apologizes, and they shuffle their feet awkwardly. Until Tilly catches her attention. Sydney gets the chance to say what a clever, insightful, thoughtful girl she has brought up, and theorizes she must have the best mother of all time. This makes Andrea smile, she swoons over her daughter. Then, as they scoot over closer to each other, definitely having made peace, Andrea laughs and tells Sydney he should try her spotted dick, and eat! She picks up the fork, and brings a custard dripping piece to his mouth.

Sydney's eyes light up. It is scrumptious, moist, sweet, delightful, and... crunchy? By Jove, it cannot be.

“There's Oyero's in it!”, he exclaims.

Andrea cannot believe him, she never put them there. She grabs a forkful and tries. Heaven dances across her tongue, surely, this was the best spotted dick she had ever tried. As if there always was one missing link in the treat, and though she is incredibly confused, she realizes this variant was a metaphor for her life. Sometimes you need to mix apparently conflicting ingredients to make heaven. Euphorically, automatically, she kisses Sydney. First, a peck, yet then he dips her for a long kiss.

“This will save Eddington!”, Sydney says. We will make a special edition Eddington Oyero and take the world by storm. Andrea flings around his neck. They’re basically married already.

A fifties song comes on. And the two go dancing center stage. Whistled at and cheered on by Tilly. It is the perfect night. When the song ends, Andrea asks Sydney who'd ever could have put the Oyero bits in her spotted dick. They both do not know. But Tilly looks at the couple, just about to leave the building. A bearded man, now in full Santa gear, and Mrs. Claus. To whom she mouths the words: thank you. Her Christmas wish, fulfilled. The bearded man winks. And she winks back.

And as Kris Kringle and Mrs. Claus fly away over the scenic town of Watchamaloo, the people at the dance all run outside to form a flash mob choir. They sing, in perfect unison, Gloria in excelsis Deo.

"God bless us, every one!”, said Tilly.

THE END

#christmas #christmas tale #totally not generic #no cliches here #good grief #goodest of grief #It's a great script isn't it #all bases covered #I could have add a couple of more cliches #but then i'd really be writing #this is all written on the fly hahahaha

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Thranduil and Josie Part 82- The Red Carpet- Part 1

Important Summary: A red carpet pre-party and fashion show for Lestat's Halloween masquerade ball hosted by none other than the dashing Marius de Romanus. This is a two part chapter and all just for fun and is not really taking place before the party. I just thought that with all the doom and gloom, the readers could use some light and even some comedy. So, Enjoy the show and all the amazeballs attire I have dressed our characters in! Remember, the characters are Lestat's guests and only have access to his wardrobe which is his stockpile of mainly gothic attire over his centuries. He does not collect elven garments as vampires despise the sprites, although I think he may have a growing secret soft spot for the Elvenking. Have fun and be sure to comment on your favorite outfits!! (Mine by far is Louie, Lestat's brat cat, who I have given a "special" power to. I mean, to be fair, everyone else has some, so why not him? After all, he IS a vampire's cat.)

Notes: Please read! All of my artwork is for pure entertainment. They're far from perfect as I am no photo shop expert so I am sure you will find flaws. If you like any and want to share or use them in your fic for some reason, please DO! I will not be a snot about it and harass you like one has done to many others, myself included. There is always someone that has to suck the fun out of everything. A fun sucking vampire per se.......like Raven lol.

*language, sexual references*

All Hallows' Eve 2022- 9pm

"Welcome everyone to Chateau de Lioncourt for the vampire Lestat's yearly preeminent Halloween masquerade ball! I am Marius de Romanus, your host for this evening's festivities here on the red carpet."

"Before the leading Lestat graces us with his presence, our first appearance will be the lovely Louie himself as our brat prince would not have it any other way. Everyone, please welcome Prince Louie!" Marius turned to the red carpet as all the guests in the blue entrance hall applauded. As the claps continued, the welcome mat remained empty. Marius turned to the party goers with embarrassment and a cheesy smile. "He should be here any moment now. You know these finicky felines. Never come when they are called." the humiliated vampire joked with a forced smile. Luckily for him, everyone laughed as his eyes darted all around for the brat cat. "Please everyone, one moment. My apologies." Marius spotted the mischievous mouser sitting in his favorite play area, the graveyard. He marched over to Louie with a scowl on his face.

"Louie! What on earth are you doing?? You know you are needed and how important this night is to your daddy Lestat. Now is not the time to be an entitled brat! Get your black behind on the red carpet now or so help me, there will be no vampire diaries for you tonight mister." Marius harshly whispered and pointed at the unstirred cat with pursed lips and stern eyes.

Louie condescendingly sniffed his fingertip and released a loud defiant meow that flat out translated to....No."

Marius stood back up and stiffened as he clenched his teeth, then turned to the crowd and gave a tiny wave with an accompanying disconcerted smile. He then swiftly turned back to the feisty furball with an austere look on his face. "That is not how we speak to uncle Marius now is it Louie?" the agitated vampire disapprovingly whispered and then his tone turned to baby talk. "How about this. If you come and do your duties like a good little kitty, I will give you your favorite delicacy. Dead man's toe. The big one too. Will that suffice?" Marius was desperate to persuade the disobedient cat and Louie could never say no to a dead man's toe. The petulant pussy cat perked right up and pranced off to the red carpet as Marius followed with vast relief.

"Everyone, everyone! Apologies for the delay. Again... Let us welcome Prince Louie, the brat cat of Chateau de Lioncourt!" Marius announced.

In strutted the sabertoothed sable grimalkin with pride and his tail in the air as he did his little turn on the catwalk while dreaming of his crunchy treat reward.

All applauded and cheered for the caped cat as the music played.

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The song continued on repeat for the rest of the arrivals after Louie exited the runway and plopped himself down in front of everyone to lick his bottom.

Marius rolled his eyes and shooed him to the back of the room to have his photo taken which Louie wasn't having it. He yawned, meowed, groped himself, bathed, threw up, bit the photographer, hissed at the ogling guests, revealed his butthole more than once refusing to turn back around, and gnawed at his cape which he utterly despised. All the red carpet guests would have up to 3 ensembles, some more, but not Louie and it was quite evident why. 20 takes later......Louie finally cooperated long enough after Marius glared at the unamenable brat and mouthed the most dreadful words. "No dead man's toe." And of course Louie heard this in a slow deep scary echo.

In his retaliation after the photo was accomplished, Louie dramatically flung over on his side and kicked the cape off with his back legs pushing it over his head, then peed on it, tried to bury it and ran off like a bat cat out of hell as the kitty crazies attacked him.

Marius then drew everyone's attention to back to him. "Meet and greets and photo ops are available just over there in the empty section of the foyer.....And now, Ladies and gentlemen. May I present to you. The one...the only...the legendary vampire Lestat de Lioncourt!!"

The crowd went wild as the smoldering sexy vamp whooshed in wearing what he loved best. All black leather. As he walked down the red carpet, the ankle length black coat swayed out beside him revealing his slender toned form. Louie hopped up on his throne and gazed at the love of his life.

"What an entrance!" Marius reveled to the starstruck onlookers. "Lestat, tell all your fans what to expect this evening with your very much anticipated famous ball."

Being the rocker he was, the vampire Prince went on quoting lyrics to one of his favorite bands, AC/DC as he slowly paced with an artful grin and spoke in a most seductive manner.

"Well I'm upper-upper class high society. God's gift to ballroom notoriety. The event is never small. The social pages say I've got the biggest balls of all. Some balls are held for charity, some for fancy dress. But when they're held for pleasure, they're the balls that I like best. My balls are always bouncing. My ballroom always full and everybody comes and comes again. If your name is on the guest list, no one can take you higher. Everybody says I've got great balls of fire.

The audience cheered, especially one section of groupies. "We love you Lestat!!"

"Well now...that's quite the reaction. Lestat, what do you have next for us with this evening's montage?" Marius eagerly asked. Lestat gave a tantalizing smirk and swiftly spun around that all that was visible was a white blur. In the blink of an eye he was now sporting his next getup. Gasps, oohs and awes soared through the room.

"Ahhh red velvet and black. One of the vampires favorite hues and I must say Lestat, so far this is my favorite look on you." Marius commended.

Another female voice shouted out. "You're so fucking hot Lestat!"

He zipped over to the bold girl. "Actually...I'm quite cold."

"Except in the bedroom. If you like, I could give you a private demonstration in your room tonight." Lestat was totally screwing with the girl who was clearly petrified of him when he touched her. He had no desires for such girls. Only one had held his interest and she was no girl. She was a woman. And that woman was....you.

Finally, he spun around once more. "Third time's a charm yes?" Lestat cunningly smiled.

"Owww take it off baby!" Another girl yelled ecstatically.

"That comes later..." Lestat winked. The girl was so taken aback from his sexual metaphor let alone that he even spoke to her, that she had to sit down to breathe. "But I think I can manage to give a sneak peek. Marius, display the photo of myself with Louie while we were practicing his photogenic skills before everyone arrived."

Marius mumbled under his breath. "Photogenic my ass."

"I'm sorry, did you say something Marius?" Lestat sneered. Marius knew he had heard him. No one...absolutely no one, including Marius was allowed to dis Lestat's beloved purring primal prince.

"Apologies..." Marius reluctantly huffed. "It's just that....I think Louie has been watching too much of Sylvester the talking cat on youtube and I believe it has influenced him to act as he has been, especially his language. Marius then leaned in and cautiously whispered. "Lestat...the other day when I gave him a new toy mouse after he obliterated the last one in 5 minutes while screaming at it to "die"....he told me to...." Marius leaned in even closer and glanced around. "Fuck... off ....and that he didn't want it because it was....fucking stupid.....You know, it's not like a gave him a barbie doll. It was a mouse. What cat does not like a toy mouse? And I went to extra lengths to get it for him. It was extra special because it had catnip in it and that's the thanks I get...being told to....you know."

Lestat chortled loudly. "Well...did you?"

Marius was extremely confused. "Did I what?"

"Fuck off. When Louie has his tantrums, go away and leave him be. He will want the mouse when he feels like it and not a moment sooner. And there is nothing wrong with the youtube show. Sylvester fucking rocks. This discussion is over. You have a party to host and my photo to show."

"And...there it is!... you wonder why he acts the way he does. Brat Prince, brat Prince cat....made for each other." Marius snarled and went back to the roped gates.

"Everyone. If you could bring your attention to the big screen above the ballroom entrance. Here is both Lestat and Louie from earlier this evening with their twinning ensembles."

Cheers and provocative whistles echoed through the growing inciteful crowd as they tempted the roped off barriers to topple. Vampire guard swarmed in and contained the disruption.

"Lestat! You are going to start a riot. I have suffered you and brat junior's shenanigans long enough. I have a pre-party to host. Now go carry on about your business elsewhere while I introduce the rest of the red carpet party." Marius snapped. Although Lestat had become quite the recluse over the centuries, he still had that side of him that craved attention and doing as he pleased regardless of the rules. Lestat's balls were always swinging to the left and to the right and it was his beliefs that his big balls should be held every night. But he was of those that must be kept and Marius insured that it stayed that way.

"Oh Marius. Thou does protest too much. Let us remember who's castle...and party this is shall we?" Off the vexed vamp went to look in on the ballroom attendees and let Marius tend to the public guests.

You and Thranduil arrived at the red carpet entrance as Legolas and Haldir were still in their rooms griping over the slim pickins, which was the way they saw it, especially the Prince of Mirkwood. As you and Thranduil were leaving, Legolas was bitching and moaning about how there was nothing in green, his favorite color and Haldir was mocking him for his petulant pickiness.

"Just pick some already. We were supposed to go with Thranduil and Jo and now we will be late thanks to you." Haldir barked.

"Since when are you in a rush to hang out with vampires?" Legolas retorted.

"Since when do you have to have a certain color?? Your Prince status has gone straight to your head. Just go with the purple and the black one like I am."

"But that is all they seem to have are these dark gloomy colors."

"Well maybe that is because they are vampires and all they are is dark and gloomy so they dress to match their souls, if they even have one. Try the red ones then."

"I have seen enough red around here. Reminds me of their eyes and the blood they ingest." Legolas said with a grimace as it made him feel ill.

"You are impossible! I saw some blue ones. Try that. It will bring out your eyes." the marchwarden sarcastically chuckled.

Legolas rolled his baby blues. "I prefer not to look like a walking blueberry. I will just have to endure resembling death instead."

"The purple is not that bad so just get dressed already."

"Purple is too girly."

"Then it will suit you just fine princess." Haldir snickered.

"Hilarious. You know, my father is not pleased with the attire either."

"No, he is not, but he does not whine like a baby about it either. If you are not ready when I am, I am leaving without you and you will have to walk into the vampire pit all alone."

"And if you do that, you will be alone as well." Legolas validated with a sly raised brow.

Haldir's lips pursed. "Fine. You have 10 minutes or I am holding you down and personally dressing you myself."

"I would like to see you try."

"And what are you going to do about it Robin Hood? At least Raven got one thing right." Haldir boasted with laughter.

Legolas gritted his teeth. "You talk a lot of disparage for someone who is also an archer and swordsman and lives in the forest."

"Testy now are we not? I think you are more upset that Raven called you that because you secretly like her."

"If you ever say that again, I will tie your hair in an elven knot around your jabbering mouth in a pretty little bow. She is not who I secretly like."

"Yes, that is right. It is your father's wife. That is so much better." Haldir reeled with a tinge of jealousy in his tone.

"The hypocrisy that flows out of your mouth is entirely inapt for one who also loves her. I have had enough." Legolas stormed off to the wash room to force the grisly garments upon himself.

Marius waved to you like an excited little kid when he saw you which made you chuckle. Thranduil scoffed at the vampire's affection of you. In fact he scoffed at the entire situation. He was also meant to be kept...in his halls with a wine carafe at his side while soaking up the magic waters of his indoor jacuzzi in his birthday suit with his beautiful Queen sucking his cock. But instead....there he was in a vampire shit show forced to wear the filthy fiend's attire. As you both waited entry, the King glanced in the mirror at his image and strangely found it intriguing. But the fact he had to change into at least 3 more outfits for this facade of a party, had him on edge.

"Thranduil....if you're uncertain of how extremely desirable you are right now....let me tell you this. When this is over, I'm tying you up and having my way with you." you said with a devious grin.

"As long as you relieve me of these dreadful garments, I will have no complaints." The King then thought about his words. "Not...that I would have any complaints to you holding me at your mercy."

"Ooooh. So like...would I be your commander? My personal genie in a bottle if I....release you?"

"Well then...you would have to rub me the right way for that."

"And.....do I get 3 wishes in doing so?"

"Only if you use them right now to wish the 3 more atrocities away that I must bear on my body this evening."

You laughed so hard, you snorted. "Oh Thranduil...no wishes needed for that. I will happily remove them. Trust me..."

"Did I tell you I trust you more than anything?'" he slyly grinned.

"You know you're fucked right? When we get back to our room." you giggled.

"Oh...that is what I am counting on. The after party. Did I tell you how ravishing you also look? You my love, are my arm candy this night. The attire appropriately suits you."

"Enjoy it while you can. I won't be wearing it much longer."

You both were so caught up in each other that neither heard Marius announce your turns to walk the line. Marius cleared his throat. " Again...it is time for our guests of honor. Thranduil and Josephine."

Thranduil held his hand out for you to take it. "I thought I was "arm" candy?"

"I would rather hold your hand." he smiled sweetly.

"I would rather you did also." you smiled back as tears tried to sneak up on you. It was the little things like that about him that made you melt into a puddle.

As you both made your way down the red pathway, whistles and screams arose from a multitude of fan girls of your King. It was no surprise how desired he was. He paid them no attention as he only had eyes for you, although you knew his ego was eating it right up. Thranduil knew he was beautiful and he was all yours.

"Welcome King Thranduil and Queen Josephine. The crowd, especially the women, sure loves you! What a response!" Marius applauded as you both approached him. "My, I never noticed just how tall you are Thranduil."

"He's a lot of boy isn't he?" you smiled proudly at him as he peered down at you with a slight grin.

"He certainly is. How about that crowds reaction. Is this something that is customary in your world? And if so, how do you deal with it? Does it bother you that all these women desire your husband?"

Oh it absolutely happens all the time. Thranduil is like the internet's boyfriend. Whenever new photos are posted of him, a horny internet meltdown follows a mere milliseconds after. It does not bother me. If anything, it makes me proud. All these women see and want him for is his superficial beauty which is understandable but he is also beautiful inside and I could not love him more." Thranduil's moonstone eyes filled with awe and love as he gazed at you.

"What an amazing love story you both have. And you matching attire is phenomenal! You're like the MGK and Megan of the red carpet."

You about choked on your own spit. "Umm respectfully, MGK has nothing on Thranduil. No comparison whatsoever."

Thranduil finally decided to chime in on that comment. "And there is no comparison to Josephine. There is no such beauty as hers. Besides....I loathe brunettes. Redheads are of my preference but only one. This one." You knew Thranduil was making a pun at his ex-wife Morwen which made you giggle.

"Well then, with that said...Thank you both for joining us this evening and for stopping to speak with me. The ball is getting underway. If you look above, you can see the live stream on the big screen."

"Wow, you weren't kidding about Lestat's ball's being anything but ordinary." you said with wide eyes as you stared at the circus like scenes before you.

"Oh that is nothing compared to what is to come. That is the mere pre-party. Just wait till Lestat takes the stage later tonight. You have not seen anything yet.....Oh dear...this just in. Everyone, if you could take your attention to the screen on the far wall. It's the kiss cam and it seems we have our first kiss of the night!" Marius enthusiastically announced. What you saw next was jaw dropping and damn near floored you. Your mother basically making out with Selene.

"Whew! ladies and gentlemen. Is it getting hot in here or what!" Marius said as he fanned his face with a grin. The crowd cheered and shouted sexual remarks. All you could do was lower your head in embarrassment and pulled Thranduil by his hand back to the blue room.

Marius stood on his tippy toes to look over the crowd as he called out to you both. "Be sure to have your photo sessions in the back! Ladies and gentlemen, how about another round of applause for the King and Queen of Mirkwood!"

"Are you alright my love?"

"No! Like what the fuck was that? Ugh...my eyes burn. Ok...let us and forget what we just witnessed and how about we do the photos?"

"Yes, that was quite the hideous vision. Alright my love, if we must, I will endure this mockery for you."

"You will be well rewarded for your misery." The succulent grin you offered Thranduil made his cock twitch in anticipation. He had to envision beheading a round of orcs just to keep his aching member at bay.

"I will keep you to your word. Now...on to round two of this charade."

"Say happy Halloween!" the photographer happily prompted.

(Stay tuned for part 2 and a bunch more photos! The best is yet to come!)

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mukamibabe · 2 years

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teefs headcanons. lil fangys.. teefs

this is crack. a bit. i started writing this and then i started to regret it but was like.. nah. gotta get some content out jsdfhhsdf also ?? the way i literally tried to study these idiot’s mouths. straight zoomed in on them in everything jhghds some is going off of their appearances in their sprites, some is going off of my own headcanons. i tried to not be biased but i mean.. it’s really not lol. and?? ? fangs.. 🥴😳. alrih jfddjgfd thanks ly bye

shu:

has the biggest fangs out of all his bros. despite this, they’re a bit dull compared to the others. it still hurts though don’t get me wrong, it’s just.. not super piercing. think like.. dog canines just sharper ? also they’re really long for some reason

reiji:

he fucking hates it but shhh his teefs are actually a bit small. smaller than he’d prefer at least. although they hurt a lot more. think of them like needles, if anything. they’re small compared to some of his brothers. it’s not about the size though its about how you use it JDFHSJDFH

ayato:

he got them big boy teefs!!! not at big as shu’s but his are decently sized. they really stand out the most for ayato, idk if he’s just flaunting them constantly or what but.. they’re always showing. one fang is bigger than the other but don’t talk about it to him. they hurt just as bad, mostly because ayato tends to bite hard as hell. like really puts his whole body into it lol. snaggle tooth. maybe.

kanato:

baby fangs. whatd you expect?? they are smaller than reiji’s, so that’s a win in reiji’s book at least lol. kanato’s fangs also feel a bit like needles except.. make it cat. i have never been bit by a cat but i think that’s what it’d feel like. is surprisingly gentle in terms of like.. bite force. except he can make it hurt. real bad. don’t upset him.

laito:

his teefs frequently get in his way. you’d think after years and years of having them, he’d have adapted better but. . no. at least he doesn’t embarrass himself often or anything, it’s usually when he’s like.. eating things. he’s kind of got like.. dog teeth like shu. they’re really thick.

subaru:

very sharp. pretty small. very pretty. quite like kanato in regards to having like.. kitty teeth but ! they hurt more than they look. and unlike kanato he’s got like.. a nasty bite force. except it’s mostly in regards to his lack of control buuut.. yeah youll be ok

ruki:

so i feel like pureblood vampires would have like.. sharper fangs? that hurt more bc like,,, they were kind of adapted specifically for being vampire fangs but. idk anyways ruki’s got some like.. snake fangs. was that a reference? yes.

kou:

has smaller teeth but they’re like.. average sized for an impure vampire. they’re actually quite dull though, but kou still can use them. besides, it’s to his advantage anyways. he can sing without worrying about his teefs lol

yuma:

thick teeth. biggest of the mukami’s. it’s mostly thick and a little blunt but the power he uses to bite down.. like sir.. you are an animal. ahaha bear teeth?? alright- dgffdfg has a snaggle tooth. one tooth is sharper than the other and honestly his fangs are pretty wonky but they get the job done. like laito, his tooth,, the one that happens to be like?? extra longer than the other? it gets in his way constantly lol

azusa:

actually i feel like he’s got the sharpest fangs out of the mukamis at least. sakamaki wise, reiji/subaru might have him beat, but it’s impressive for an impure vampire at least. his bites are naturally pretty delicate, he’s just intent on making it hurt.

#.....maybe delete later. maybe.#did i put as much effort in this as i have everything else ive posted? no.#azusa mukami #yuma mukami #kou mukami #ruki mukami #subaru sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #shu sakamaki #Diabolik Lovers

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diddle-riddle · 1 year

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Wings

"And so... you have wings. On top of... everything else."

Edward felt his symbiote roommate purr inside him. He smiled with fondness at the recurring feeling: the Bat behaves like a big happy cat on a regular basis, what is frankly adorable.

"I do. Not many of our kind possess this characteristic," the extraterrestrial specified via his low, guttural voice. "I always loved to fly. May I show you?"

"I would like to... know what it feels like..."

Bruce purred some more, his smooth black head bumped against the redhead's cheek. He really resembled a kitty asking for cuddles.

'Bruce'. The Bat allowed his human host assigned him a name, he appreciated the way said appellation rolled on his tongue. He was also fond of hearing Ed and his two children give him affectionate nicknames. These were always... very cute.

"They are beautiful," Eddie whispered when Bruce unfolded two large wings on his back.

The appendages were comparable to giant bat wings, with a cut reminiscent of demon representations you find in fairytales and illustrated novels.

The symbiote hadn't taken over his host's body, only were visible his head attached to Ed's shoulder via a snake-like neck and the strong black wings he introduced to his human for the first time.

Meanwhile Edward trusted Jason and Stephanie not to leave their shared place. His kids may be reckless hurricanes, they wouldn't put themselves at risk whilst their dad agreed to test another charming aspect of his alien roommate's capacities: Bruce swore they would fly tonight.

Hidden in the shadows, standing on the flat roof located on top of his apartment building, both leather-ish venous wings wide open on each side of him and his long ginger hair drawing pumpkin orange waves into the wind, Edward looked like an angel.

An... angel of darkness, perhaps?

"You are beautiful, Eddie Nygma," Bruce mirrored the compliment.

Spending time with a lovely human family who welcomed him in their circle considerably softened the Bat's entire line of conduct.

"You flatterer, trying to make me blush again," Ed smiled, indeed blushing like a schoolgirl at the praise.

He shared an enamored glance with the creature, looking right into the glowing white triangular eyes, then he stroked the smooth black forehead between the symbiote's pointy ears.

It felt like his digits caressed the skin of a... frog.

"Tell me, Bats... how powerful are these wings of yours?"

"Powerful enough to carry you and me wherever we want, little one."

This sounded promising.

Eddie restrained the Dracula-based joke he suddenly felt the need to release. His partner wouldn't understand the reference, but no doubt showing him pictures of imaginary vampires portrayed with wings or able to transform into bats will be funny.

Perhaps at the origin, these legends starring vampires come from actual symbiotes who would have landed on Earth and bonded with humans, who knows?

The wings flapped into the fresh night air. No one will look up, even in the streets where Bruce and Edward noted a lingering human presence despite the late hour.

No one will see them, they were... free to do as they please.

The Bat detected his host's raising excitement for the upcoming activity. It made him feel... proud, to provoke the redhead's genuine enthusiasm.

"Are you ready for your first flight?"

"I am. I really am. I... I trust you..."

Eddie took a deep breath.

Their skin started to merge into one, the symbiote's body recovering Edward's, like a dark oil that engulfed his limbs and finished by closing around his face.

The Bat's posture changed, both of them crouched on the edge of the roof, the wings stretched then folded mildly on their back.

From angelic vision, the entity haunting this roof turned into a terrifying gargoyle watching over.

"Do not worry, Eddie," the large mouth full of spiky teeth murmured in a surprisingly soft intonation. "I've got us."

I know, Edward responded internally, what the symbiote naturally perceived. I trust you.

As if these words were the magical code or a command that triggered the alien's next movements, he abruptly jumped from their spot... and fully unfolded his wings, in order to propel them farther toward the sky.

Bruce noticed the pure, intense euphoria radiating from his human, mixed with the adrenaline and a tiny dose of remaining apprehension.

"I told you, Eddie," the Bat gloated. "Freedom is a delightful feeling."

Edward couldn't agree more.

This is truly what the wings embodied: freedom. And right here right now as they were flying together into the night, Bruce was so happy to share this incredible bonding moment out of time with his dear little human host.

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Read “Wings” on AO3 here Discover the rest of the DC Symbiotes Series on AO3 here

#fanfiction #ao3 writer #Symbiotes of the DC Universes #snippet #this one is kinda wholesome #riddlebat #edward nygma #edward nashton #bruce wayne #host!edward nygma #symbiote!bruce wayne #winged symbiote #it must be a thing #either ways it's a bat-symbiote thing #stephanie brown #jason todd #Stephanie Brown & Edward Nygma #Edward Nygma & Jason Todd

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Kiriko knew better than to barge in. Her father would scold her if he saw how quickly she reached for her key to her aunts' home and pushed forward. ― but she was excited. Kiriko carried a folded - up letter in the messenger bag over her shoulder that announced she had been accepted to medical school. The pins on the bag ( a haphazard collection of awful vampire - themed puns and imagery that never ceased to amuse Akiyama ) matched the teen's eclectic outfit, which included old sneakers, glasses, and a frightful amount of denim. It was because of her excitement that Kiriko failed to consider how early in the evening it was. The home's security system recognized the girl as a trusted guest and remained quiet.

Inside, she soon saw a familiar mound of tawny fur. Kiriko grinned, shoved off her bag, and stepped closer in triumph. It was then that she realized Okamura was fast asleep and glanced at her watch. Shit, she thought sheepishly. They're both going to be out, aren't they?

Kiriko swore later that she would have left, except ― something caught her eye. There was a small black . . . creature? nestled near Okamura's face. Kiriko crouched down and squinted. It almost looked like a bat, but the black shifted to reveal a splotch of yellow.

Okamura sniffed, having evidently caught the teenager's smell in her sleep, and opened an eye. She fixed it on Kiriko, who froze ; for a moment, their niece wondered if this would be the day she found out how hard Kitty could bite. Okamura lifted her head, front paws coming together around the little fuzzy shape resting with her protectively. Her hackles raised.

"It's okay, Aunt Azumi," Kiriko said, putting her hands up. She inhaled and eeked out a few inches to move closer by kneeling. Now, with the lioness moved, she had a better view of what was certainly a bat with the big cat. Not any bat ― a bee . . . bat complete with a yellow body, black wings, and a charming face. It was tiny compared to Okamura ( more similar in size to Kiriko's dad than her father ), but the lioness defended it like the most valuable treasure in the world.

"Aunt Melissa?" Kiriko ventured with a blooming sense of awe. Okamura's low growl confirmed her suspicions. The teenager lowered her arms, palms out, to indicate to the bat that she was welcome to come close for attention if she wanted. In seventeen years, she had never glimpsed the queen's more elusive form. "You're so cute." Kiriko tilted her head, curls spilling around her shoulders, and laughed in delight. " ― beautiful, I mean. You look like a fluffy bee." Okamura bowed down to huff warm air onto the little bat affectionately as if to agree, though her turned - back ears and lashing tail kept Kiriko at bay.

unscripted asks . always accepting

For a human that had adapted so well to vampire life, Melissa surely had trouble with one of the forms following her transformation: the classical bat shape, which varied wildly among her brethren (or sometimes not even represented by that animal, such as her beloved mate, who turned into a lioness of admirable strength that surprised even their original maker). It was difficult to explain why each vampire received the forms or the gifts they had - and while her manipulation and charming skills were insanely useful, her bat form was...

Pitiful. Weak. Vulnerable.

The queen’s animal self seemed to resemble a Craseonycteris thonglongyai in terms of size - one of the world’s smallest mammals, but the fur covering her body was more yellow than coppery-brown as it naturally occurred, making the nickname ‘bumblebee bat’ an even more fitting one. The facial features were slightly more delicate than the natural counterpart, but still failed to inspire anything but the amusement and definitely not the terror that others like Daigo could evoke (even if her co-ruler’s teeth were good for fruit only).

Melissa disliked transforming into a winged creature immensely - and had never been publicly seen as such; she would always ensure to present herself to her subjects and general population as a glamorous and refined lady, with just the right mix of danger and allure in her gaze, sometimes fostered by her own vampiric abilities. A queen in life, as well as in death - power, manipulation and the game of politics suited the brunette well, particularly in the absence of her late, despicable husband.

In that arena, looking like an easily squishable bat did not help in the slightest.

And that was the reason for Melissa to restrict appearances to family only - and to resort to it only when she needed a break from the human-shaped world; when the toll of the vampire’s powers exhausted her, or the brunette was otherwise too agitated to concentrate and focus on anything, she turned into a bat to relax and unwind, happy to use that form as a refuge while hiding away in dark corners of the royal office or the home shared with Okamura. Her mate and lover was the only one who knew where to find the queen in animal form - the bond would go silent of a sudden, and the diminutive bat (although retaining intelligence to understand the human speech) couldn’t do much else.

It was peaceful and quiet in a mind that was constantly the opposite.

The strain of the meetings on that day had been so big with covens from other cities visiting Tokyo that Melissa simply needed a breather; and ended up being taken home by Okamura (who successfully retrieved the queen from a spot under her mahogany desk and took her home with the immense care she now displayed in protecting the monarch from Kiriko). Her niece was no threat, of course - and as close to family as she could be, but a part of the queen was still... Embarrassed to have been seen in that way.

That much was evident in how slowly the bee-bat moved forward, hesitant at first but ultimately allowing herself to be examined as if some decision had been made. Kiriko jumped at the chance offered, and respectfully raised hands to eye level to take a closer look at her aunt, enjoying the very few sources of light to take in Melissa’s unusual form. The queen indulged the girl for a few minutes, and then eventually used her tiny wings to fly to the couch close by, the shift back into human shape a quick and effortless one.

Melissa was still wearing the same dress from the past night, hair in dire need of a shower and a brush, and looking as tired as she felt; but the look on her face was not unkind, even if she lacked most of the usual imponent aura she gave off (not nearly as intimidating as Daigo, but commanding respect in a different way). A hand was moved towards Okamura, and the lioness pathed towards the couch to receive the caresses over her beautiful fur; after a pleased hum, the queen then turned to Kiriko, who still looked like as if she had been given Christmas gifts a few months early.

“I appreciate the sentiment, my dear. But I don’t care to look cute before my subjects - let alone weak. The life of a queen is one of appearances and if some of my children believe me to be anything less than capable, there will be unrest and disorder,” the brunette vampire said, but not harshly. Despite the overall tiredness about Melissa, particularly considering how early it was for vampire standards, she held out a hand for the girl next - who took it before sitting on the edge of the couch, joining her vampiric aunt.

“That said - you’re much more than any of them; you’re family, Kiriko-chan,” the digits were unlinked and the monarch touched the girl’s face with the affection reserved, indeed, for someone with familial bonds. Despite everything she had thought about the human child once - and how Kiriko would have been a better meal than a pet - Melissa had changed her mind as the years progressed. Their relationship really was aptly described of that between aunt and niece, or perhaps a mentor and a protégée.

“You are always welcome here, regardless of my form - or Azumi’s. I hope you know that.”

#dojimakaichou #replied #v: Yakuza ; vampire AU #feat. Kiriko!#obviously the two AUs are contending for space in my brain #apparently the fangy people get a turn now haha #<3

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alcorian · 2 years

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General Shadow Knights headcanon post:

They have a higher tolerance for poisons, including alcohol, caffeine, and various drugs, thanks to having different biology and higher body temps. While this means they may be the only one left awake (if a bit woozy) in the event of a mass poisoning, it also means they have a harder time getting drunk, high, or caffeinated. (Aka recreationally poisoned)

I also hc that this means Laurance was awake for longer than Aph or anyone else when Michi poisoned them, but eventually fell asleep too. Michi rlly fucked them up. I don’t think she was super familiar with poisons so when it didn’t work quickly she kept giving them more. Thank fuck she was poisoning a shadow knight, a jury of nine member, and irene herself and not some random humans

Their body temperature is higher than a normal humans’ and they feel feverish to the touch. They’re generally chilly in the overworld and need to wear more layers to keep warm outside of the nether. Just imagine they have a permanent high fever and you’ve got it pretty much right.

Because of the above point, they have very strong immune systems against overworld sicknesses, since their bodies can burn up the invasion without hurting them, as long as they’re not already compromised. Nether-native bacteria and viruses are used to the heat, though, so shadow knights can get sick with them like any normal person.

If a shadow knight is sick, their internal temperature can drop. In the overworld, they may finally feel warm, and in the nether, they may feel uncomfortably hot. (It’s a reverse fever.) When their temp is low, their immune defenses are too.

I need to stop nerding out about shadow knight biology and the repercussions of having a body temp of up to 102°F at any given time

Shadow Knights have sharpened teeth and canines. The appearance can vary a bit between people. Laurance’s look like a classic vampire pair, which he loves to joke about once everyone gets used to it. Zenix has sharklike teeth. Gene has two pairs of sharp canines.

Shadow Knight fangs stack with any unusual teeth you had when you were alive so meifwas and werewolves and the like get Big Fangs

Shadow Knights have scar tissue from the wounds that killed them, as well as any scars they had while alive. Gene has a ring of jagged scar tissue around his neck because he was beheaded. Vylad has a starburst in his left mid-back. A stab wound.

The immortality that shadow knights receive isn’t “true” immortality; it only prevents them from dying of natural causes. You live as long as nobody puts a knife in your back (again).

Fuck it, I’m putting yggdrasil in MCD. Yggdrasil is a lot of things in a lot of media, but in TAU specifically, it’s the name of a leafy plant that grows where high concentrations of magic can feed it. When burned, the smoke does nothing but irritate the eyes and lungs of non-magical creatures, but to magical creatures... well. It acts as a stimulant. It’s famous in TAU as “demon catnip” and is known for making a certain demon act like a stoned kitty.

Since shadow knights are magical creatures, it works on them. It also works on Travis. And Lucinda. And probably Aphmau. Any character that is of inherently magical origins can use yggdrasil

and finally a very contented shadow knight can purr thank you and good night /bows

#shadow knights #mcd rewrite #headcanons #laurance zvhal #gene mcd #zenix mcd #vylad ro'meave #gene #zenix #alv posts #minecraft diaries

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mlydo · 3 years

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Another part of finding differences between polish and english dub of ninjago! As promised, today I'm dissecting the first season!

But before we get to that, some language quirks that may need to be explained:

Diminutive and Augmentative.

Diminutive (or in short DIM) is used to change the word, to express different meanings. You use it to point out somethings small size or your affection and tenderness towards it; often used to create pet names and nicknames (think cat → kitty, mom → mommy, Charles → Charlie). Sometimes used as an insult, usually in sarcasting light.

Augmentative (in short AUG) is the opposite of that: used to point out bigger size, dislike, make an insult or a joke. It usually has negative emotions attached to it. There are few exceptions, but those mostly rely on context.

For simplicities sake, DIM → affectionate; small. AUG → insulting; big. Keep these in mind, as they'll be popping up in here and in the future.

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With that out of the way, let's begin!

Rise of the Snakes | Rok węży (Year of the snakes)

I've wondered for some time why this change was made, and the only conclusion I came up with is that translating 'Rise', would remind people of things like uprisings or revolutions. That being said, I don't mind this change.

1. Rise of the Snakes | Atak Węży (Attack of the Snakes)

• In english the word 'prophecy' is being explained, but in polish the ”fancier” synonym of prophecy is used (proroctwo), and the explanation is basically 'this word means prophecy' (przepowiednia).

• Jay: "Did I say Green Ninja? I meant lean ninja!" → "Miałem na myśli strapiony ninja!" (I meant distressed ninja!)

• Jay: "Nya, you're okay!" → "Nya, ty żyjesz!" (You're alive!)

2. Home | Dom

• Kai: "You mean you never had a home?" → "Nie masz domu?" (You don't have a home?) What's also interesting here is that in polish is there's no difference between home and house. So you could understand it as "You don't have a house?" and it wouldn't be wrong.

• Cuckoo bird is translation to 'Głuptak' (Northern gannet). In polish its name is a combination of 'stupid' (głupi) and 'bird' (ptak).

• Slither Pit is translated to 'Abyss of the Fangs' (Otchłań Kłów)

• Fang-kwondo → Tae-kły-ndo (Kły - fangs) I think it's an amazing pun, as only one vowel is changed from the original word ('ł' is pronounced the same way english 'w' is, so the only change is 'o' → 'y').

3. Snakebit | Ukąszeni ([they were] Bitten)

Edit: While checking something I noticed the title I've noted here, is not the only title used, as some sources (like Wikipedia) state the name of the episode as 'Ukąszenie' (The Bite). The title that is read in the episode is 'Ukąszeni', and sites like polish Ninjago Wiki or Dubbingpedia use it (curiously enough, when I checked the DVD the name that was displayed was 'Ukąszeni', while the DVD cover used 'Ukąszenie'). That's either a later translation change that didn't get corrected, or a simple spelling error. One letter and so much confusion!

• Fangpyre is translated to Żmijampir ('Żmija' - viper, '-ampir' is from polish for vampire, 'wampir') Don't get attached to the name though.

• Lloyd calls himself "the rightful ruler of Serpentine".

• "Fangpyre bit off more than we can chew." → "Żmijampiry najpierw gryzą, a potem myślą." (Fangpyre first bite, then they think.)

• When the ninja get new vehicles, Cole says this about Rocky: "I think he just got replaced." In polish it's "Chyba już za nim nie tęsknię." (I don't think I miss him anymore)

4. Never Trust a Snake | Nie ufaj wężom (Don't trust the snakes)

• Constrictai → Dusiciele. Dusiciel literally means Strangler or Constrictor.

• Venomari → Jadozęby (Jad - venom, zęby - teeth)

• Pythor P. Chumsworth → Pyton P. Przyjazny (Python P. Friendly) don't get used to that one either.

• Fangpyre are called Wężampiry here ("Węż" - is taken from the adjective form of "snake"[wężowy], or from plural form [węże])

5. Can of Worms | Węże na wolności (Snakes at large)

this episode has taken most space in my notebook!

• Lloyd: "Saw Cole beat your high score. You should have seen it. It was pretty spectacular." → "Wujek Cole pobił twój rekord. Grał fantastycznie i o wiele lepiej od ciebie." (Uncle Cole beat your high score. He played fantastically and way better than you.)

Look babe, a new headcanon just dropped— Honestly I was so surprised by the 'uncle' that i replayed the line a few times to make sure I heard it right. And it's clearly there. After the initial surprise, I started to wonder where that translation could've come from, and the only idea I had was that the translator had mixed up Cole for Wu. But who knows? Maybe it was intentional? I certainly don't mind it.

• When Kai says that Lloyd must've seen Cole play the Sitar Legend, the name of the game is changed to Solitaire. I understand the need for change, as I don't think that many people would have caught the Guitar Hero reference, but I can't help but wish the name had stayed, if only for it being a subtle hint of Cole's past, and the fact that Zane later uses Sitar Legend poster for camouflage.

• When Jay asks when will Wu teach them to paralyze the enemy with one finger, it's changed to paralyze with gaze

• 'Pyton' is changed to 'Pytor'. There are few instances in this and later episodes where the 'Pythor' (with english pronounciation) is used.

• Fangpyre are now 'Wężowampiry'. This one stays. Personally I prefer 'Żmijampiry', but that might be because as a child I had the first four episodes on DVD, and simply got more attached to this one.

• Pinky → Świnka (Piggy; DIM of Pig)

• When Zane addresses the Samurai on the Toxic Bogs, he refers to 'him' as 'Mysterious Warrior', but in polish dub it's changed to 'Dark Samurai'. I don't think it's a good decision, as the later scene is about explaining who Samurais are, and starts with the rest of the ninja not knowing how to call 'him'.

• The Great Devourer is translated to "The Devourer of the Worlds" (Pożeracz Światów) I think it's a good decision, given that the literal translation of GD would sound kinda... lame in polish? Idk maybe it's just me/childhood nostalgia.

• Ninjago City is often referred to as the capital of Ninjago throughout the series, with sometimes being just Ninjago City (not translated), or in case of Rebooted - New Ninjago City (with only 'new' being translated).

• The popsicle stand joke isn't present. It's just "zostawmy ich w tyle" (let's leave them behind), which I wouldn't mind, if not for the fact that there's a perfect opportunity for a joke that is missed - in polish there's an idiom "zostawić kogoś na lodzie" (leave someone on ice) and like. it's right there.

• In english Lloyd says he did twenty laundry loads, but in polish he did ten. This is most likely due of the number of syllables the words have: twenty in polish has three (dwa-dzie-ścia), and ten has two syllables (dzie-sięć).

6. The Snake King | Król Węży (King of the Snakes)

• The Great Devourer is translated literally- Wielki Pożeracz. This is the only example of this happening in the polish dub.

• Not really translation issue, but when Skales is talking to the Serpentine behind the arcade, he's clearly voiced by a different person? And when he's walking to the bus it's back to normal. It's weird.

• Pythor refers to the GD as "the ruler of us all" (Władca nas wszystkich)

• Wu called Lloyd "siostrzeniec" (nephew).

Now, you might wonder: ‘what's wrong with that?’ The thing is, in polish there are two ways to address nephew/niece: if it's your sister's child, it's siostrzeniec/siostrzenica; if your brother's - bratanek/bratanica.

To be fair siostrzeniec/siostrzenica is a bit more popular version to use, and I've heard some people refer to their brother's child like that, or vice versa. Heck, it's sometimes treated as a general term, and translators tend to use it when it's unclear what the family connection is.

But.

Throughout the series Wu has always used 'bratanek' to address Lloyd. I'd probably have less problem with it if Lloyd was established as 'siostrzeniec' from the start, but I'll be lying if I said i wasn't paying special attention to catch this potential slip-up.

In the end you can write it off as just a translation inconsistency/error, or if you're feeling nitpicky: Wu just called Garmadon his sister.

• Jay calls the GD a "deity".

• "Iron sharpens iron, sibling sharpens sibling" → "Żelazo kuje żelazo, a rodzeństwo się wspiera." (Iron forges iron, and siblings support each other).

7. Tick-Tock | Czas ucieka (Time's running out)

• "The guy's inhuman!" →"On chyba ma skrzela!" (I think he has gills!) Not to be mean, but the translator might've missed the point

• Kai called the Falcon "Durne ptaszysko" (Dumb bird; with AUG of bird being used here). Kai refers to the Falcon as "ptaszysko" a few times in various episodes.

• Treehorn → Drzewozwierzę (Drzewo - Tree; Zwierzę - Animal)

• Mystaké's "Never heard of it" → "Nie wiem o czym mowa" (I don't know what you're talking about). I'm putting it here, as it's Mystaké's catch-phrase, and for future reference regarding translations.

• Nindroid is changed to Ninjadroid. In later seasons both versions tend to be used, with Nindroid dominating as the seasons progress.

8. Once bitten twice shy | Spotkanie z wężem (A meeting with a snake)

• Garmadon: "What has Lloyd gotten himself into?" → "W jakie tarapaty tym razem się wpakował?" (What trouble has he gotten himself into this time?) Suggesting that Garmadon had been in contact with Lloyd, or at the very least have been keeping tabs on him.

• Cole, when referring to Jay "Mr. Fancy" → "Panie Ładny" (Mr. Pretty)

• In polish dub Wu says that Lloyd opened all five tombs.

• Garmadon (about Lloyd wanting to be evil): "I never wanted him to." → "Szkoda, że tego nie uniknął." (It's a pity he hasn't mananged to avoided it)

• Kai: "Not so fast!" → "Ręcę do góry!" (Hands up!) I'm mentioning it only because in season 8 there's a callback to this line.

9. The Royal Blacksmiths | Kowale melodii (Blacksmiths of melody)

• Kai when talking to Zane: Mr. Roboto → Panie Tosterze (Mr. Toaster)

• When Jay mispronounces the name of the school Cole went to, he says "Instytut Pieśni i Grzańca" (Institute of Song and Mulled Wine)

10. The Green Ninja | Zielony Ninja

• When the Ninja talk to Wu about True Potentials, he says "Have you now?" In polish it's "Nie żartujesz?" (No kidding?)

• Garmadon (to Kai): "So, we meet again." → "Witaj. Dobrze Cię widzieć." (Hello. Good to see you.)

• "Get ready to get Kai'd!" → "Po-kai-asz się przed Kaiem!" I can't really tell what verb is 'kai' replacing ('po' is often added to verbs, and "asz" is added to the second singular person in present tense), my best guess is "You tremble before Kai!" or something along the lines.

Edit: as @imma-ben pointed out, the verb I was looking for is "pokajać się" (to confess remorsefully). Thanks for the correction!

• Garmadon refers to Lloyd as "Synku" (DIM of Son) a few times.

11. All of Nothing | Wszystko i nic (Everything and Nothing)

• Kai: "Jay and Nya rejiggered the design." → "Jay i ja przerobiliśmy pancerz." (Jay and I redid the suit.) I had a bit of problem with this one because in polish 'i ja' (and I) sounds exactly like Nya, but without an 'N'. I replayed this line a bunch of times, even asked my brothers what they hear, and we all agreed it said 'i ja'. Though I don't rule out the possibilty of it just being some audio problem.

• Lloyd: "You left me for so long." → "Zostawiłeś mnie całkiem samego." (You left me all alone.)

• Lloyd: "We don't want your help, and we don't need you here." → "Nie chcę twojej pomocy i nie chcę żebyś był tu z nami." (I don't want your help, and I don't want you to be here with us.) Lloyd also often adds 'to us' when talking about/to Garmadon (you came back! → you came back to us!)

• Lloyd: "My dad's going back to where he came from." → "Mój tata wrócił do krainy ciemności." (My dad came back to the realm of darkness.) Is this realm of darkness supposed to be the Realm of Madness? Another translation of Underworld? Who knows!

• Vengestone isn't really translated. It's just "a special material, that blocks our elemental power".

• Kai: "Now, we quietly do a little ball and chain." → "Teraz, pora po cichu pobawić się w Tarzana." (Now, it's time to quietly play Tarzan) Besides the obvious Disney reference, Tarzan in Poland is also the name of a popular backyard game: you find the right tree branch, with free spaces under it. You tie a long, steady line around the branch, so it's hanging above the ground, and you leave a loop at the end of the line. You either use a chair, a different branch, or whatever else to jump off it and catch the line and you start to swing. Or you walk in to the loop so it's around you (around the torso-butt level), you start to run around, and when you've gathered enough speed, you jump, and you start to circle around with your feet off the ground. Or you sit in it, with your feet already off the ground, and someone else pushes you until you're fast enough to swing on your own. It's really fun.

12. The Rise of the Great Devourer | Przebudzenie Pożeracza Światów (The Awakening of the Devourer of the Worlds)

• Kai says "The Fangblades are made from the orginial teeth of the Devourer." "Ostrza wykonano z zębów pierwszego Pożeracza." (The Blades were made from the teeth of the first Devourer.) That suggests that there was more than one Devourer.

• Jay: "Don't let go!"

Kai: "You think I don't know that?" → "Myślisz, że chciałem Cię puścić?" (You think I wanted to let you go?)

• Pythor: "For I have awakened you!"→ "Gdyż to ja obudziłem Cię ze snu stuleci!" (For I have awakened you from centuries-long dream!)

13. The Day of the Great Devourer | Dzień Pożeracza Światów

• 'Take Back Ninjago' is translated to 'Obrońcy Ninjago' (Protectors of Ninjago)

And that's it for season 1! At the time of writing this, this one takes the most space in my notebook (I'm starting season 4), with total of six A5 pages (keep in mind that not every single note I made gets here. Sometimes I combine them into one paragrath (like with inconsistencies), or decide they're not worth mentioning after all.) The Pilots took only two pages.

Next up is Legacy of the Green Ninja, which I may or may not combine with Rebooted, given how little notes I've taken for season 3.

#ninjago #ninjagoPL dub #ninjago dubbing #polish dubbing #ninjago season 1 #ns1 #ninjago rise of the snakes #translations #ninjago lloyd #ninjago kai #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago garmadon #ninjago wu #ninjago serpentine #mlydo posts #mlydo talks

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lnkedmyheart · 2 years

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This year so far...

I finally read the last two chapters for bsd.

Lmao at Dazai dancing with Sigma, that was hilarious and adorable.

Chuuya wtf. See I am not really bothered by the whole him being Dazai's enemy for now. See, if y'all thought Chuuya was gonna come in just to aid Dazai you were not thinking from Dazai's ex partner's perspective. Chuuya never does anything in a way people expect him to. He's too busy trying to be dramatic about things. Anyway, I don't like his redesign at all. The outfit is cool af seriously, I love the fact that vampirism gives you an edgy biker goth aesthetic fashion sense, but like... He's so tiny but now his teeth are so big and the face just looks all kinds of off.

Yuumori dinner party

Billy my boy I adore you man. Yes interact more with Moran, my other favorite. Ah the Hudon/Bond interaction is the iceberg to my Moran/Bond/Moneypenny ship. Just Liam smiling the entire time, can't even send stuff to my cousin cause of the damn eyepatch so I'm just plastering kitty faces onto his head. Sherly once again went "LIAM! " I guess somethings never change. I liked this chapter and honestly it was a nice breather after the past few arcs and now onto NYC arc. I wish we get to see a LOT of Billy and a lot of Sherliam development.

Yea sure, I ship them quite a bit but they really need some time to sit down and talk to each other properly without riddles and that awkward victorian flirting they do.

The return of creepshow art. This one just dug her own grave by admitting to stalk someone all the way back to when they were a middleschooler. Currently binging on all the annoyed people making commentary about her and dragging her because lmao.

Takes from the gas station book update. Reading has been a bit hard with the migraine returning full force but I think I might be able to finish it soon after which I'm thinking of finally getting back to Fingersmith. Maybe Sherlock Holmes instead? Not sure yet.

The song of Achilles is FINALLY available where I live so that's lovely. I probably shouldn't get it right now since I have a lot of reading material for now and should save up a bit.

DC comeback might be by the end of Jan or early Feb so I've gotta save up some. I need that big poster for my room dammit.

Dear door is seriously my favorite mlm explicit manhua(?) that I've ever read. Its both my guilty pleasure with tons of smut and like the most ridiculously adorable ship ever. I still don't know what the plot is because I read most of it while being high on painkillers but I love it so much. Kain my sweet summer demon child, I love you.

Finally got to watch spidey no way home. The way I internally screamed when Doc Oc and Andrew! Spidey popped up! My two faves in the entire franchise!!! Also biderman supremacy!!

#bsd spoilers #yuumori spoilers #tagging these because tumblr is weird

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yandere--stuck · 4 years

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Since requests seem to still be open,,, could I request something with Alucard and an s/o that’s just,,,,, Super Super in love with him?? Boy deserves love

Bless up, Anon!!! He really does deserve the world

Also this is suoer indulgent bc I can express my hc that vampos are basically big kitties

💛 It surprises you how affectionate Adrian is. It shouldn't, really, considering everything that's happened to him, but he'd always acted so reserved and restrained. But now that you and he were together, it was almost impossible to get him off of you - not that you were complaining.

🗡 He holds you so tightly in your shared bedding, purring as he nuzzles into you. He cuddles as close as he physically can, rubbing his face against you, producing pheromones to rub his scent off on you, marking and claiming you as his own. You were his, and he was yours, and everyone would be able to know it.

💛 He loves kissing and nipping and licking at your neck. It's a sign of complete trust, devotion, and intimacy in vampire culture, and there was no one he was more devoted to than you. He loved you, loves you so much, more than anything in this whole world.

🗡 Would absolutely love to bite and drink from you, but only if you allow him to. He doesn't want to hurt you… But, being bitten can be very pleasurable, Adrian assures you. And, if you tease him too much, he might find it hard to restrain himself, pouncing on you and sinking his teeth into your flesh, partaking in you. Not enough to be fatal, of course! Just enough to savor your taste…

💛 Eventually, he does want to turn you. He knows it's selfish, he does, but he can't risk losing you. He can't risk becoming like his father. He wants to spend the rest of of eternity with you, together, as spouses. Though, he's so pleasantly surprised when you eagerly accept the thought, wanting to be with him as much as he does you.

#yandere x reader #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes #alucard tepes x reader #alucard #alucard tepes #yandere castlevania #castlevania x reader #castlevania netflix #castlevania #netflix castlevania #vampire x reader #yandere vampire #yandere dhampir #dhampir x reader #yandere

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Man's Best Friend with Benefits

Summary: A killing spree brings the Winchesters back to St. Louis, Missouri.

Pairing: Dean x Witch!Reader; Familiar!Eric x Witch!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Familiar Portia, Spencer

Warnings: angst, language, characters death, mentions of murder/sacrifices/witch stuff in general, jealousy, tension, smut, unprotected sex, light dom!reader, light sub!dean, woman on top , a hint of cockwarming

Kinktober special: Dom/Sub

A/N: Yes, Eric is Eric Northman from True Blood. I couldn’t imagine a better vampire to turn into a familiar. I just liked his black leather style, and it matched the readers style.

Divider by @writeyourmindaway

Kinktober 2020

“Why again do we have to help Portia?” you had better plans than to sneak around a cheap motel in the middle of the night. “What does she want at a place like this? Shouldn’t she with her witch?”

Your familiar purrs, rubbing his head against your calf. “Hey, only as you and that dog had a thing going on years ago doesn’t mean you can drag me out here in the middle of nowhere to stalk her.

Your familiars’ neck hair gets erected when he senses danger to Portia. His reaction is to transform into a human form to burst through the door.

You follow him silently, shaking your head at his bad manners.

“Great idea, Eric. Just storm into a room only to meet the barrel of a gun,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Tell me again why I let you stick around,” you round your familiar, ogling his ass before you slap it harshly. “Yeah, you’re eye candy.”

Playfully you slide your hand over the gun aimed at Eric’s head, tutting the hunter who looks at you confused and bewildered. “Hey there, pretty boy. My friend and I were looking for a friend of a friend and I think you found her.”

“The dog?” The shorter hunter lifts a brow, still not lowering his gun. “Why would you look for her? Is this a conspiration?”

“Let her go,” Eric snarls, stepping closer. He ignores the gun, rather bumps his chest against the hunters. “I know you wanted to hurt her.”

“Eric,” Portia’s soft voice calms the angry familiar but, he won’t budge. “You must protect Y/N, not me.”

“Protect who?” The hunter asks, glancing at you. He’s giving you a once over, a dirty grin on his lips. “I’d like to protect you too, sweetheart.”

You snicker, patting his shoulder before you turn your attention toward Portia again. “Don’t hurt yourself, pretty boy. I’m here to help a friend, not to find a new bodyguard.”

“That’s what the guy is? Your bodyguard?” You don’t reveal your true nature or that Eric is so much more than a bodyguard. “Alright. Who are you and what do you want?”

“I’m Y/N, that’s Eric, my bodyguard,” you slide your hand over the hunter’s shoulder, keeping an eye on the taller man who seems to be calmer. “Portia is the friend of a friend. He’s missing her and called me.”

“Don’t even think about it, hunter,” you hiss at Eric’s words, giving him a warning glare. “He stared at your ass.”

“Many men stare at my ass, Eric. Stop causing trouble. We are all friends here, right,” you smile at the hunter who’s more interested to drink your outfit in than to shoot your familiar.

“I like her outfit, is all,” he’s cocky, you give him that. “Never saw a girl combine leather pants with a skirt and combat boots. I like it.”

“Dean, don’t,” the other hunter groans but Dean looks at you like a needy puppy, and you chuckle, patting his cheek. A low whine leaves his lips, and you know, he’s not a threat to you or your familiar.

“It’s fine.” You press your lips to Dean’s ear, licking it to force another whine out of his throat. “I’ll tell you a secret, Dean.”

“You will?” Dean’s voice is hoarse when you place one hand onto his chest, slowly drawing circles with your index finger. “Really?”

“I’m wearing leather jeggings, not pants.” Patting his cheek, you turn your attention toward Portia. “Now come with us and stop bugging hunters with our problems. If you need help, ask your kind.”

“Your kind?” Dean pants, eyes glued to your face when you wave your finger at Eric who slowly stalks toward you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Show him, Eric.” You click your tongue and Eric turns back into a black cat. He’s glaring up at Dean who sneezes immediately. “You see, Portia is worried about her friend James.”

“We already heard about it, sweetheart. He turned into a full-time witch cop or something,” Dean grumbles, sneezing once again. “Can he turn back? I’m allergic.”

“Aw, poor hunter,” you coo, running your fingers along Dean’s neck. “Just relax. Look into my eyes and stop sneezing.”

“What the…?” Eric snarls. “It’s gone…aw-crap. No…no fucking no,” Dean jumps backward, aiming his gun toward your head this time.

“Now, that’s not nice, pretty boy,” you purr, giving Dean a soft smile. “Guess the cats out, Eric.” Your familiar groans, turning back into human form. “Yes, Dean. I’m a witch, just like your friend James. Unlike the blood-thirsty black magic slaves, I prefer to use my powers to…well…”

“Kill people?” Dean asks, hating he started to like you. “I get that, witch.” He’s unlocking his gun, ready to end your life. “Pity. I liked your outfit. Shame to ruin it.”

“Gosh, why are all hunters into killing me?” you dip your head, lips formed into a pout. “I’m not killing people. You can call me karma witch.”

“Karma witch?” You picked Sam’s interest. “What does that mean?”

“I’m a punisher if you want to call it like that,” you waltz toward Dean moving your hand to his gun to lower it. “When a witch breaks a rule like using magic in public or killing one of our kind, I’m there to punish the bad boy…or girl.” Dean shivers when you slide your nose along his neck.

“You’re like a witch cop or something?” You laugh at Dean’s choice of words. “I mean, witches kill people all the time.”

“Not in my town, cowboy. We have rules here. Not all witches live in the past. Nowadays we prefer not to sacrifice virgins or eat hearts.” Shuddering Dean looks at you when you start to laugh. “You should see your face, Dean. God, he believed I ate hearts, Eric.”

“I did, once or twice,” Eric grumbles, looking at Portia who tries to turn everyone’s attention back toward the problem she came for. “But I was a vampire back then.”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean curses, eyeing your familiar warily. “What is that thing? A familiar, a man, a cat, or a vampire?”

“Let me explain before we come back to Portia’s problem,” Sam nods, mesmerized by your presence.

“Go ahead before I kill Mr. black leather cat over there,” Eric hisses, close to showing Dean his teeth and claws. “Come on kitty, give it to me good.”

“Don’t tempt me, hunter. I’ll rip you apart with my teeth,” Dean grins at Eric who dares not to move closer to the hunter when you snap your fingers.

“Enough, Eric. Where are your manners? Stop the peeing contest and concentrate on the task at hand. Portia needs our help, we will help. Now let me tell the hunter your story and we can all go to James and find out if he did what everyone believes.”

“Do you purr when she crawls your ears, kitty boy?” Dean mocks again.

“Well, at least she crawls my ears,” Eric smirks, licking his lips lazily. “She’s the best at crawling my ears, hunter boy.”

“Alright,” you snap your fingers to turn Eric back into a cat. “Time out for you, Eric.”

“I’m sorry for my brother,” Sam shrugs. “He can be like a toddler when he’s jealous.”

“I’m not,” Dean grits out. “Kitty boy started the war.”

“Back to the story,” you pick Eric up, gently rubbing his back. “Eric used to be human, but he got turned into a vampire centuries ago. He lived like that, always hiding in the dark until he met a girl, she was special, but it ended in his death. I found his lost soul in the ether. A place where go if the big guy up the hasn’t decided where you end up. Eric did shitty things during his time as a vampire, but he sacrificed his life to save people.”

“I still don’t like him,” Dean looks at Eric in your arms and he swears, that cat just grinned at him when you crawled its ears. “Look at his face.”

“Anyways, I was looking for someone else. I needed answers but the soul was hiding from me that night. I found Eric, he was lost and just wanted to know where he’ll end up. Heaven, hell, the big empty.”

“I get it. The anticipation of death is worse than death itself,” you nod, smiling as Dean understand Eric’s feelings.

“I used a binding spell to bring his soul back and carried him in my chest until I found his body. I couldn’t let him stay a vampire, so I used a powerful spell and turned him into a familiar.”

Dean smirks, looking at Eric who stretches his body. “…and now he’s your kitty boy.”

“Dude, can you just not,” Sam sighs, shaking his head at Dean’s antics. “We should try to help James, Dean.”

“He’s a witch, Sammy. No one forced him to dive into that shit. James did it on free terms. If he’s in trouble, it’s his fault.”

“Why can’t you see not all witches are evil?”

“You see, here’s the thing…witches…” Dean clears his throat, “…not real fans, sweetheart. No offense. I’m sure you and Mr. kitty boy are nice but…”

“Moments ago you wanted to go for a wild ride with me, Dean,” you purse your red lips, mischief in your eyes. “Pity you are afraid of strong women. Such a shame,” you slide your hand over his chest up to his shoulder to grip him tightly. “I could’ve shown you there is a good boy inside of this cocky hunter.”

“Good boy,” Dean sweats. His Adam’s apple bobbles and you can see the curiosity in his eyes. “I…I just…”

“Back to James, Portia. Tell me everything on our way to my apartment. I don’t think you’ll find help among hunters,” you hold out your hand, smiling when Portia trustingly places her hand into yours. “Let’s get out of here…”

“Why are they here?” Eric hisses. His eyes narrow and you can feel the tension getting thicker anytime Dean grins at your familiar. “We could’ve solved the case without their help.”

“They know James better than I do, Eric. Let’s listen to Portia and decide later.” Portia nods, clearing her throat before she finally gets the chance to tell you about James and his nightmares.

“Well, something’s been happening to James. It started with headaches, screaming sounds in his ears, nightmares. He’s unable to sleep, think or work. I had hoped you can find a way to help him.” Portia continues, tells you he saw the murders before they happened. Your eyes meet Dean’s, and you know he believes James is guilty of murder.

“Sounds like someone tries to use his powers against him. I had a case like five years ago. A young and powerful witch suddenly dreamed she’s hurting her husband. One night, it happened for real. Everyone believed it was her slicing his throat open, I didn’t,” you explain, opening your spellbook. “There is a spell to plant memories into the person’s memory.”

“Wait…you mean, well shit,” Dean falls onto your favorite armchair, glancing around the room as you recite the spell and how it’s done. “So, someone is influencing James to make him look like a killer.”

“Exactly, Dean. You’re such a smart boy,” Dean swallows thickly. His pants feel too tight out of the blue and he needs to cover his ‘little problem’ with his hands. “But not anyone can use the spell. It must be someone powerful.”

“Your choice was bad, Spencer,” you slide your witch killing blade out. “Eric, bring James and Portia out. This is my game.”

“Little witch believes she can kill me,” Spencer cackles, throwing his head back. “I will kill you, Y/N. No one is more…” You use your powers to slam Spencer into the wall. Suprised he gasps when you hold him there. “Impossible.”

“No, sweetheart. This is my fate, you know. With every punishment, my strength grows. I’m a woman on a mission. We used to be powerful, graceful even. Now, look around this town. Rotten to the core,” you sigh. “I will end you fast. That’s more than you deserve.”

“Y/N,” Dean gasps when you ram the blade into Spencer’s chest, ending his life painless.

“He deserved to suffer, but that’s not my style, you know,” Dean nods when you step away from Spencer, chanting a spell. “His soul, I’ll send it to the empty. The place where angels end and powerful creatures like me…”

“Why are you here Dean?” you smirk, watching Dean walk into your apartment. He’s unsure, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Does my good boy want to stay a little longer?”

His green eyes sparkle when you close the door, leaning against the wood to give him a once over.

“I…what you said…I…fuck…I mean. It was incredibly hot when you ordered me around,” you nod, stepping closer to Dean. He’s eying you warily when you slide your leather jacket down your shoulders, throwing it onto the couch.

“I want you in your underwear in 60 seconds. I’ll get something and if you are not in your boxers on my bed, I’ll get angry,” you purr, sliding your hand over Dean’s chest. “60 seconds, pretty boy…”

Dean pants, looking at his watch when you walk into the bedroom, wearing nothing but your panties and a bra. His cock twitches in interest when you slam the door shut.

“Don’t worry, Dean. Eric is not here tonight. I gave him a week off to do what familiars do.” You dip your knee into the mattress, eyes trained on Dean’s face when you slide your hands over his thighs.

“God,” you enjoy the groans leaving the hunter’s lips when you crawl between his legs, looking up at Dean. “I…I never gave up control before.”

“Just relax, Dean. I will not do anything you don’t want to. I want you to tell me your safe word,” Dean laughs nervously but he manages to choke ‘Impala’ out. “Impala got it. If I do not understand the word, say ‘red’ and I stop.”

“Okay…red. I get it,” Dean watches you run your hands over his chest. Anticipation taking over he moans, wanting to feel you touch him where he needs it the most.

“Look at you, already wanting it to end,” you purr. You grip his waist, leaning over the hunter to place a soft kiss above his belly button. “Just enjoy, Dean. We will only have sex tonight. No crops or the things I like to use.”

No woman ever touched Dean like you before. He’s putty in your hands when you crawl up his body to kiss along his neck, leaving little love bites.

“You smell good,” he nervously chews on his lower lip when you press a searing kiss to his collarbone. “Is that cream, perfume?”

Your lips wrap around one nipple and Dean looks at you wide-eyed. Licking around his other nipple you smirk as you can feel his erection press against your belly.

“Such a good boy. You��re so hard for me, baby.”

“Hard,” Dean pants. “All for you, Y/N.”

“All for me tonight, Dean. Now just enjoy and let me have you,” nodding eagerly Dean watches you hook your fingers into the elastic of his boxers. You drag the fabric down his body, a seductive smile on your lips when his cock springs free.

You throw his boxers over your shoulder, smiling when Dean looks down at you. On your knees you crawl back toward Dean, never breaking eye contact. “Shall I -erm, do anything?”

Shaking your head, you lean over his body, pecking his lips before you open the drawer of your nightstand to get a bottle out.

“For sensitive skin, baby,” Dean huffs when you crawl back between his legs. You unclasp the bottle, adding some lotion onto your hand.

The hunter’s eyes never leave your face when you grasp for his cock to gently run your hand up and down his length. You swipe your thumb over the tip, earning a deep growl when you dip your head to let your tongue take over.

“You taste good, but I want you…now,” Dean nods eagerly, cock already twitching in your hand. “Do you want me to fuck this nice dick?”

“Yes,” the hunter chokes out, looking at you, pleadingly, desperate. “Please…”

“Good boy,” you crawl back up his body, straddling his hips to rub your soaked pussy over his dick. “Feel this? That’s all for you, Dean.”

“Oh-god,” wetness coats his length and Dean is close to losing his cool when you raise your hips, gripping his cock with one hand to line him up with your dripping entrance.

You take him in, inch per glorious inch but it’s not enough for you. Your hands grasp for his waist when you slam down the last inches. Dean gasps, feeling your walls clench tightly around him.

“You feel so good, Y/N.”

You dig your knees into the mattress, lean forward over Dean, and rest on your elbows. His eyes search your face when you still your movement to feel his length press against your deepest point.

“Fuck,” you slowly rock back and forth. “You make me feel so full.” There is a cheeky grin on Dean’s lips when you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him fiercely. The hunter relaxed underneath you, just taking what you are willing to give.

“My pleasure, ma’am,” Dean smirks when you let go of him to grip his shoulders, now bouncing up and down on him. “Can I rub your clit, sweetheart? I’d like to make you feel good.”

“Not tonight, baby, I want you to give in,” you grab his wrists, pin them over his head with your powers when you start to move faster on top of him.

Dean moans your name when you rock your hips faster and faster until he can only give in and fall back against the pillow.

“I…I…oh-god,” Dean whimpers when you clamp down hard onto his length, squeezing him almost painfully. “Y/N,” cum fills your belly and you whisper ‘good boy’ earning a deep growl from the hunter.

“I must say, you live up to your reputation,” you fall onto Dean’s chest, panting heavily. “Do you want a shower or cuddles?”

“Will you call me unmanly if I say cuddles?” Grinning you peck his lips, before you rest your body on top of Dean’s. “Uh-erm, I’m kinda still inside of you.”

“I have a thing for cock-warming. You’ll get used to my kinks,” you smirk at Dean when you lift your head to meet his gaze. “Oh-yeah I almost forgot to tell you that Sam invited me to the bunker and I thought this would be a great opportunity to get to know you better…”

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Twilight Moments with You--vampire!Luke Part 3

A/N: Here it is! The grand finale of vampire!luke! Thank you all so much for your love on this alternate universe. I’ve loved writing it and the characters are so special to me.

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: blood drinking, mentions of blood, use of blood bags, smut scenes, other vampiric tendencies

To catch up:

Giving You My Soul (Part 1)

Breathing Our Last Breath (Part 2)

A bite (blurb)

Fangs (blurb)

Masterlist

Enjoy! :)

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She’s staring at the ceiling wondering how she’s somehow able to see the miniscule grooves and bumps of the paint. The tiniest fleck falls away and she watches it pirouette its way down, down, down, down—she gasps. Sitting by her feet is Luke who has somehow become even more strikingly handsome. Or has he always been this handsome and she’d forgotten because of how long it’s been since she last saw him?

The dark circles under his eyes alarm her and the fang marks splattered across his neck put her in defense mode. Her memories roll into her mind like molasses, but the clarity is off. In her mind’s eye she sees herself running to Luke who was slumped against a wall, but it was like looking through a dirty, foggy piece of glass. His name screamed from her lips then she remembers pain. Lots of pain in darkness that swallowed her whole.

She looks down at herself, gasping again when she sees the same fang marks scattered across her arms and hands. Had they been attacked? She can’t remember.

“Lovie?” Luke’s voice is like harmonious bells, the most beautiful sound. She flashes her eyes to his, he licks his lips and holds out a hand. “I know this is a lot for you right now. How are you feeling?”

“What--?” before she can finish her question, she catches a whiff of something so delicious, so mouthwatering it makes her throat burn and her mouth water. She inhales slightly then pinpoints the smell is coming from the kitchen.

How long has she been unconscious? When was the last time she ate?

She’s absolutely famished then darts from the bed and is in the kitchen within half a blink. She sees red, her mouth salivating as she zeroes in on the sweet, sweet smell. Before she can find out what the nutriment is, she’s knocked back against the cabinets.

A growl rumbles in her chest as the offender hisses. Before she can launch herself at who pushed her, Luke’s arms are tight around her keeping her against his chest. She snarls and bares her teeth trying to escape.

“No, no, no! That’s Michael and Kitty, Y/N! Shift your eyes…come on,” he coaxes lowly in her ear.

Upon his words it’s as if a film has lifted from her eyes and she sees Michael crouched in front of Kitty. His fangs are bared while his arms cage Kitty behind him against the counter. Their eyes are wide in shock, breath shallow, their heartbeat oh so tempting—

That stops Y/N’s thought short. How can she hear their heartbeat?

“Luke…what happened to me?” she asks, her voice barely registering as a whisper. Luke drops his head to her shoulder heaving a big sigh.

Usually, when he’d touch her she’d feel her heart pounding in her chest, booming in her ears. Now, there’s nothing. She hears a heartbeat but it’s not her own, hers has become desolate. The fang marks, the paint fleck dancing, that sweet smell, the growl in her chest; her mind connects the dots creating her answer.

She’s a Vampire.

“I changed you,” he whispers almost sadly. His face still buried on her shoulder. “I had to. You were dying and you…you asked me to because the butterflies were taking you away from me.”

Her ears perk at the mention of butterflies. Through her foggy memory she remembers feeling a quick flutter in her chest, but the flutter continued in her whole body, crowding her throat and mouth. In her hazy mind she sees Luke hovering over her, his lips moving very fast, but his words slowed down as they trickled in her ears.

He apologized. He apologized a lot, then said he loved her and that he could change her but only if she wished. She loved him too, she couldn’t let the butterflies take her away.

“Talk to me, please,” Luke begs morosely.

She has so many questions, but Kitty’s heart and smell of their blood is making Y/N’s head swim. She’s so distracted by her hunger—her thirst.

“Can I have something to drink first?” she asks quietly. “I don’t want to hurt Kitty.”

“Michael,” Luke says in a louder voice.

In less than a second, Michael and Kitty are gone and Y/N exhales in relief at being alone in her new body. She doesn’t want an audience--especially one she could harm--witness her process this new change. Kitty’s blood still lingers in the air and it makes Y/N’s venom drip on her tongue. It tastes like something sour.

A minute and a half passes, she knows this because she counts the breaths Luke takes against her neck. It’s a comforting feeling and if she still had her heart, it would be beating erratically.

“Luke…”

“I have some blood bags downstairs,” he says then slowly releases his hold from her body, but his hand envelops hers.

She didn’t even know he had a downstairs, but she follows him through two sets of doors then they fly down concrete steps. She can smell the dankness of the basement along with corks and barrels and something…cold. He smacks a light on and she’s staring at five large freezers and a large wooden table in the center.

“Wait here,” he murmurs leaving her at the edge of the table. He opens a freezer door and pulls out three bags.

It takes a moment before the scent of it invades her nose, when she breathes in it’s almost refreshing. Her mind clears but her mouth waters as her throat burns. She’s a complexity of contradictions.

“I suppose you don’t want a glass?” Luke asks quirking an eyebrow setting the bags down in front of her, the contents slosh and her throat scorches.

That odd film falls over her eyes once again and before she can think of her actions, she lunges for the bag in his hand and sinks her teeth through the plastic. As soon as the liquid touches her lips she sighs at her throat finally being put to ease. She drinks and drinks as if she’s been walking through the desert for ninety days and then all too soon, it’s over.

The bag is empty.

“Here,” Luke hands her the second bag.

She goes through the second and third (and half of a fourth) before she feels fully satisfied. Her body feels full and warm, her fingertips are slightly tingly. Then when she looks at Luke, that film in front of her vision disappears.

“What is that?”

Luke reaches over rubbing his thumb at the corner of her mouth. When he pulls back she sees a smear of red before he sucks it off between his lips, eyes on her.

“What’s what?”

“It happened upstairs with Kitty and now down here…something happens with my eyes?” she swallows thickly, finding it oddly erotic how he licked the blood from his thumb.

“Instinct. When you smell blood, that’s all you want, and your body reacts. It’s like blinders, it blocks out everything else except for the source of sustenance. It’ll fade with time as you mature,” he flickers a smile that doesn’t meet his eyes.

His eyes that are still dark with circles that look like bruises.

“You need to feed,” she says. She thinks of touching his face and then she is, her body acting accordingly to her thoughts.

His skin isn’t cold like before, but it feels softer. She rubs the dark moon under his eye and his body relaxes at her touch. Luke’s hand covers hers; his breath tickles her skin as he breathes her in.

“You’re more important,” he exhales lacing his fingers with hers. “We have a lot to discuss.”

“We can discuss it after you’ve fed,” she says fiercely and pushes him back towards the freezer.

Luke is weak to her advances; for one because she’s much stronger than he is for the time being, and the second because of the way her body presses to his. He hits the freezer door with a hard thump, their fingers still linked together. She tilts her head up at the same time he lowers his, their want and need are the same as their lips touch.

They’re instantly charged with an electric burn; the taste of her lips and his scent overwhelms them both after weeks of not being together. She presses herself against him harshly and Luke grunts as he makes a dent into the freezer door. He squeezes his hand on her waist forcing her back against the table that she effortlessly hops onto.

His pants are tugged far enough down, and he removes her shorts swiftly. His mouth opens in a quiet moan when her hand is on him, stroking him the way he likes it. Their emotions are the same (pain, sorrow, love, longing) and they roll off each other as she opens her legs to wrap them around his waist. Luke plunges into her deftly, she moans loudly, and he smiles against her mouth.

He grips her hips as he lets everything he’s held in, out. She’s as desperate for him as he is, her hips rocking against him as he fucks her long and deep. Her nails dig into his lower back to pull him closer the same time he slips his tongue in her mouth tasting her moan.

Their love making is a frenzy, a reintroduction, a mutual need of desire.

“Yes, there, there,” she mewls on his lips. Luke growls and with a few more quick snaps they both meet their end goal of pleasure.

Breathing heavily, he pulls back a bit to look at her. Usually after their lovemaking her face would be warm with a hint of color, but she remains the same. As much as Luke misses her warmth, she’s a different form of fire now and he kisses her. This time, his lips move against hers like butterfly wings and she sighs against him.

“I love you,” he murmurs resting his forehead against hers.

“I love you,” her hands rub at the sides of his stomach under his shirt. “Now go drink.”

“What do you remember?” Luke asks while they sit in his trinket room. She’s on his lap, neither one of them want to be apart, and she’s stroking his cheek with her thumb. His eyes have lightened, and the dark moons are almost gone.

“I remember…” she moves around in her head for those foggy pictures again. “We weren’t together and then Celeste and Simone…Brone in an alley and then you’re there but I can’t see you…I couldn’t move and then there was a lot of pain and then nothing. It was dark.”

Luke squeezes her tighter against him as she recalls the most terrible moments of his lifetime, his betrayal to her and then the pain inflicted because of him.

“Then I saw you again,” her eyes lifted to his, “it felt like I was being taken away but then you brought me back.”

“I changed you,” Luke nods. “I’m so sorry, lovie. For everything. Everything I’ve put you through.”

“I know.”

“I’ll spend the rest of my existence in regret of the pain I’ve caused you. I was idiotic and acted like a pubescent boy by pushing you away in the first place. And what happened with Celeste and Simone”—she winces at their names and he squeezes her again— “they tricked me and in my state…I thought it was you. I swear it. I’ve never wanted anyone else like I desire you.”

“That doesn’t surprise me, they’re vile. I might just kill them,” she jokes. Partially. Almost joking.

“Is it bad I wouldn’t stop you?” Luke chuckles.

“Is it bad I wouldn’t want you to?” she smiles then is surprise at how flippant she’s being discussing murder. “What happened to Brone?”

“Trixie shot him with her crossbow, and he got away. Michael wanted to go after him, but we were in bad shape. I’m sorry for what he did to you, it stripped away your choice of becoming…like me.”

“How come I didn’t change from his bites?”

“He didn’t use enough venom, but he used just enough to paralyze you. When I woke up you still hadn’t,” he cocks his head to the side, “which I still don’t understand that part. I’m thinking he bit an artery and when you could move it burst because that was when you started to slip away.”

She twists one of his curls around her finger trying to remember that moment in time but it all bleeds together like an oil painting.

“Thank you for saving me,” she kisses his cheek.

“I wish I could have changed you under different circumstances. I’m sorry—”

She covers his apology with her hand.

“Luke, stop,” she orders softly. “I know you’re sorry. I know you never meant to purposefully hurt me, but if you keep apologizing I might go feral.”

He laughs beneath her hand and he tugs it away, his dimple is showing.

“I don’t doubt that, lovie. I’ll stop apologizing but I still feel horrible.”

They sit in silence, softly caressing each other and then she opens her mouth but then closes it.

“What? Talk to me,” he nearly pleads, “you must have half a million questions about being a Vampire.”

“I just realized I’m going to have to wear a mask out in public now, aren’t I?”

Luke lets out a loud laugh that makes her shake on top of him.

“That’s what you’re thinking about?”

“Amongst other things,” she grins impishly, and Luke cocks an eyebrow.

They come together again this time ripping their clothes off each other in their haste. It’s twilight once they’ve settled on the floor, legs entangled, and she’s wrapped in his arms. Luke’s rubbing his nose against her skin, breathing her in and her fingers are latched on his unruly curls.

“Why did you stop feeding after we….”

Luke sighs in defeat. He knew they had to discuss this, he wanted to down in the basement so it would be brought to the light and snuffed out. But the way her voice sounded just now…pained him. He pecks her lips softly before pulling back so they can see eye to eye.

“In my absurd way of thinking, I thought it would help clear my head about you and me and us. I’ve never felt the way I do about you with anyone before. I’d always been a lone wanderer. Michael has become a dear friend and when you came along, and I started to feel for you it terrified me. It’s completely reckless to not feed.

“I started seeing things, old friends from my past were in the parlor and time was distorted. I didn’t know what day it was; I was spiraling.”

“That sounds horrible,” she whispers pulling on his hair lovingly. “I wanted to come see you to try and help but Michael warned me not to. He said you were very unstable.”

“I was,” he nods, “I could have severely hurt you or worse, killed you. I’m glad you stayed away. I’m surprised you’re still here with me now.”

“Why?”

“Because of what I’ve done. I made choices that were yours to make, then you saw me with…them and Brone hurt you. You should hate me, and rightfully so.”

“I’ll admit I was very angry and hurt,” she nods, “I still am but Luke, you’ve apologized. I forgive you. You weren’t in the right state of mind and they took advantage of that, of you. Please accept my forgiveness like I’ve accepted your apology. It’s happened and it’s over, but you and I are together and that’s what matters to me.”

Luke looks away and Y/N forces him to look back at her, her hand firm on his cheek.

“If we keep dwelling on this, it will fester and fester until it blows up to something even worse than what’s happened. Can we accept each other?”

He nods slowly, a smile slowly reaching his lips.

“I accept every and all parts of you, beautiful.”

Luke and Y/N stay in his house for four days getting reacquainted with each other. When he was trying to teach her to play piano she twiddled her fingers on two keys in frustration from not picking up on it faster.

“How did you change?” she asks while Luke composes a song to go along with her incessant trilling.

“I think you know how,” he smiles letting his fangs show. She rolls her eyes.

“I meant…who changed you? Are they still al—existent?”

“Viola Conte is her name and yes, she’s still alive. My parents died of scarlet fever, so I was left to fend for myself. I tried to find work and eventually came across a family on a farm. They welcomed me and let me stay in their shed. I worked for them for a few years and then Viola came.”

The song changed with his story and Y/N could envision Luke as a farm hand, working under the warm Italian sun with his muscles straining and sweat forming on his brow.

“She took a liking to me for some reason and offered me to be her…companion. I’d be taken care of and paid an allowance I guess you could call it. I was hesitant at first because I’d finally found a good life with the Morretti’s but Viola was persistent. She said it would be a waste for me to live a normal human life when I could live an extraordinary one. I didn’t understand the distinction until after she changed me.”

“What exactly did ‘companion’ mean for her?” Y/N asks sharply.

She could picture it now. A drop-dead gorgeous Vampire with perfect features needing a companion as handsome as Luke.

“It’s not what you’re thinking, lovie,” Luke touches her cheek quickly with his fingers before continuing his song. “She simply wanted someone to accompany her on her travels and trips to the opera house or plays. I agreed but only if the Morretti’s would be taken care of as well. She agreed.”

“So, she changed you right then?”

“No. I said my goodbyes to the kind family who took me in, I still send their remaining relatives’ cash so they’re all well taken care of. Then Viola brought me to Cala Luna,” Luke smiles.

“What’s that?” she asks in intrigue.

“It’s on the island of Sardinia, just south of Dorgali and it’s the most beautiful place, Y/N. I’ve wanted to take you there for a long time. Her house was very ostentatious with servants and cooks and seamstresses that came every Tuesday at eight o’clock. I felt like royalty. I attended concerts and walks along the shore with her. It wasn’t until about a month after I lived with her did Viola tell me what she was.

“I didn’t believe her at first but then she showed me the records of her birth that dated back into the 1300’s and she showed me where her family still lived in her childhood home in Neive. She sends them money as well.”

“That’s…that’s really nice of her.”

“She’s an astounding woman.”

“So, obviously you said yes to becoming a Vampire, but can I ask why?”

“I saw how happy she was, and her life seemed so fulfilling, so I agreed. I stayed with her until I bought my own house on the beach then I became restless. I wanted to see the world and Viola was sad to see me leave. I always visited her after I came home from my travels.”

“And you two never—”

“No,” he chuckles then stops his playing. He angles his body towards hers. “I’ve had relations with countless people but never Viola. She’s like a dear aunt to me.”

Y/N tried to not let the comment of ‘countless relations’ get to her, but Luke sensed it.

“I sort of like seeing you jealous,” he teases pressing his lips to her shoulder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says icily and turns her focus to the piano. She tries to play what Luke taught her. He chuckles on her shoulder and continues to kiss her neck.

“They meant nothing to me, lovie,” his breath is cool on her skin, but his lips are like fire.

“Mhm.”

Luke’s fingers danced along her thigh, spreading her legs apart as he sucked on her neck.

“None of them compare to the noises you make,” he mumbles on her skin. It makes her tremble which shocks her, she didn’t realize Vampires could still tremble. “Or the fire you leave on my skin….”

When his fingers dip between her thighs, she only had on one of his white cotton button down shirt so it was easy access, her hands slammed down on the keys making a shrill off-key sound.

“No one tastes as sweet as you do…” he says inserting his finger and her eyes close in satisfaction. “Mm, or as warm as you.”

“Luke,” she whines then launches herself at him.

“I’d say that was a pretty good first hunt,” Michael grins at Y/N as they walk the trail back to Luke’s car.

“Keep your eyes North, Michael,” Luke snaps, his eyes flickering to Y/N who looks like a wild woman with her clothes in tatters. Luke is still plucking leaves from her hair.

Michael chortles.

“You’re very striking, Y/N,” Michael compliments and Luke hisses.

“Who’s jealous now?” she teases Luke, his eyes flash to hers.

“Don’t spur him on.”

“I know it doesn’t mean anything. He loves Kitty too much,” Y/N states smugly.

“Damn right I do, but they’ve agreed with me. We admire beautiful creatures, we’re only human after all,” Michael laughs at his joke.

“You really think I did good?”

“Yeah, you catch on quickly. I think you’re ready to go to The Bar.”

Y/N gasps.

“It’s way too soon for that. She’s barely two weeks old, Mike and The Bar is flooded with humans. She hasn’t even walked the streets with a mask on or resisted human blood.”

“She resisted Kitty.”

“After you pushed her against my cabinets.”

“She smells the blood in your blood chamber!”

“Those aren’t inside a warm body. She needs more time—”

“She’ll be fine. We can— “

“Excuse me, being the ‘she’ in this topic of conversation, don’t I get a say?”

Luke looks at her the same time Michael looks over his shoulder. He smirks at her then looks forward when Luke hisses at him. Again.

“I’d like to go to The Bar and see Trixie. Even though I doubt I’ll still have a job considering my change of…mortality,” she shakes her head, “but I’d like to see Kitty, too. I want to thank them properly for helping me and you’ll both be there to help if I need it.”

“Kitty would love that. They’ve been asking about you ever since that morning you woke up.”

“Please, Luke? I can do it.”

“I know you can,” he slips his hand in hers. “I still feel like I need to protect you.”

“You still can, just don’t keep me locked away in a tower like Rapunzel,” she giggles.

“I would never. Although shackles…” he winks at her and Michael makes gagging noises ahead of them.

“I don’t want to hear about your sexual endeavors…” Michael mutters then darts off through the trees in the direction of Luke’s black Suburban.

“I am nervous about going to the Bar,” she tells Luke quietly. He slips his hand in hers and gives her a squeeze until she’s looking into his eyes.

“I know. We can wait on that; it’s not going anywhere.”

“What would it be like for me, do you think?”

“Your film would be over your eyes as soon as you stepped over the threshold. The human blood mixed with the sexual arousal will be overly tempting. I wouldn’t even be able to hold you off.”

She falls silent at that.

“I’d be a monster,” she whispers then stops in her tracks.

Images of the first hunt she just finished flashed in her eyes. She heard the musical sound of the deer’s heart, could feel the warmth of its blood throb at her fangs and the film slid over her eyes. She saw red. She saw the pumping blood through the deer, and she leaped at it, the only thing on her mind was to drink.

Then she thought of Kitty, and how their blood smelled a few weeks ago. It was even more mouthwatering than the deer and Michael thinks she could handle seeing Kitty right now?

“Luke, I’m scared.”

“Shh, shh,” he hushes stroking her cheek with the backs of his fingers. He rubs some dirt that was smudged on the apple of her cheek. “There’s no need for you to be scared. This is all so new to you. You’ve fed on deer and we’ll have a bag at home before we head over to Michael and Kitty’s. You can do this, lovie, I know you can.”

She lifts her eyes at his boost of encouragement, her favorite smile painted on his face. His eyes resemble the clear blue sky in the setting sun. She’s finding herself loving how he looks in the twilight night, he’s ethereal, a masterpiece.

“How do you know?”

“Because you care for Kitty,” he threads his fingers through her hair at the nape of her neck. He bends his head towards hers, “and you are anything but a monster.”

His lips touch hers in a tempting way, it electrifies all of her senses and she presses her body to his forcefully. Luke grunts at the drive of her hips and smiles when she climbs onto him trying to wrap her legs around his waist.

“Oi! You can fuck later, I told Kitty we’re coming!” Michael shouts.

“Oops,” she whispers falling off Luke’s body.

“We have the whole night,” Luke grins kissing her forehead then leads her towards the car.

She hopes this desire and need for him never goes away.

“Put this on before we go inside,” Luke hands her a black mask as he parks in front of Michael and Kitty’s house.

She loops the strings around her ears then wiggles her nose at the sudden loss of one of her most powerful senses. It smells really sterile with a slight burn.

“I know, it’s irritating,” Luke frowns, “but you’ll get used to it. Ready?”

Scared to speak, she nods and then they’re holding hands outside the car walking to the front door. If her heart were still beating it would be as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. She wishes she has the confidence in herself that Michael and Luke do.

“Don’t let go of my hand,” she tells him. He gives her a squeeze in acknowledgement and pushes the door open.

She’s breathing in the burning sterilization but picks up on Kitty’s heartbeat quickly and follows it. The mask does help because she can only faintly smell a sweet aroma, but her eyes remain free of the film. When Y/N and Luke turn the corner, Kitty is sitting on the island chair with Michael standing in front of them, his hand is on their knee.

Y/N can sense his protectiveness but also his glee at the reunion. Kitty smiles tentatively behind Michael and Y/N returns it, forgetting they can’t see it behind her mask. She tries to move forward but Luke anchors her to him.

“Let’s ease into it, hm?” he murmurs and Y/N nods.

“Hi Y/N,” Kitty continues to smile, and it looks like they want to come forward too, but Michael’s grip is tight.

“Hi Kitty!” Y/N says excitedly.

“What do you smell?” Michael asks cocking his head to the side.

“Whatever’s on the mask…and a sweet smell. But it’s faint.”

“How do you feel?” Michael asks while Luke rubs her arms.

“Okay,” Y/N nods. “I can see clearly.”

“Guys come on. I know Y/N won’t hurt me,” Kitty rolls their eyes.

“You’re the first human she’s been in contact with since she’s changed,” Luke explains softly, “it’s a lot to take in and requires control. Do you feel okay taking a step closer?”

Luke’s lips graze her ear, and his curls tickle her skin. She pushes down her arousal for him; now is not the time for that. Like he said before, they have all night. She nods and takes a careful step closer, the aroma she smells gets a little stronger but it’s tolerable. The blood bag is definitely helping with her thirst and she feels ready to remove her mask.

Luke snags her hand in his fingers, stopping her way to the loops of her mask.

“I don’t think—”

“Luke, I’m fine. I promise.”

“She’ll be fine,” Michael nods. “I’ll throw her against my cabinets if I need to.”

She giggles while Luke snarls under his breath at the notion of her being tossed against the cabinets again. He releases his hold on her and she removes the mask.

“Breathe slowly…”

She inhales the sweet aroma, it’s stronger, but it doesn’t make her fangs throb. Luke keeps a strong hold on her arms as she walks closer and closer to Michael and Kitty. Her nose burns a little, but she can power through it. She needs to so she can be around people again without hurting them.

When Y/N and Luke were a foot away, Kitty rolls their eyes launching themselves at Y/N in a big hug. Luke and Michael sucked in a breath; Y/N tensed but hugged Kitty back tightly. They felt the same and smelled even sweeter this up close, but it felt so good to hug a friend.

“I’ve missed you,” Kitty says.

“I missed you, thank you for helping me with…everything,” Y/N whispers.

“I’d do it all again in a heartbeat,” Kitty pulls away with a beaming smile. “Come on, I’ll fill you in on all that you’ve missed.”

Kitty drags Y/N away into the other room, Luke attempts to follow but Michael pushes onto his chest.

“They’re fine, Y/N’s got this. She won’t hurt Kitty.”

In the other room, Kitty can’t stop staring into Y/N’s eyes, they’ve become as bright as Michael’s, maybe even brighter. Y/N becomes self-conscious then clears their throat.

“I’m sorry about before when I almost attacked you. I hadn’t realized what I was.”

“It’s all right,” Kitty places their hand over hers and squeezes. “I actually…what was it like?”

“What, changing?” Y/N asks and Kitty nods. “It’s hard to remember exactly…I felt nothing then I felt everything. I think I heard Luke’s voice…it was very strange. I kept going in and out of…life?”

“But it didn’t hurt that bad?”

“Not significantly enough. Kitty…do you want Michael to change you?”

Kitty chews on their lip, their heart rate picking up.

“I’ve been thinking about it…but he doesn’t seem so inclined to do so. I want to spend forever with him. I’m sorry,” they shake their head, “I shouldn’t be talking about me, you’re the one who’s going through all of this.”

“I don’t mind talking about this with you! I’m sure Michael’s reservations are the same as Luke’s were for me.”

“But can you imagine the four of us exploring the world together?” Kitty’s eyes shine and Y/N can’t help but smile back.

Later that night, after a romp through the sheets, Y/N swings her leg over Luke’s waist straddling him then lays across the length of his torso. His teeth gleam in the moonlight and his fingers trace her nose and lips.

“You were exceptional today, lovie. With your hunting and your control with Kitty…very sexy.”

“Yeah?” she giggles circling her finger in his chest hair. “Thank you.”

She sighs when his fingers tickle up and down her back. She’s never felt more peaceful and loved than in this moment.

“What’s on your mind?” Luke asks quietly.

“Lots of things. Kitty wants to be changed, I’m wondering where Brone is…and thinking of Cala Luna. And I’m thinking about how much I love you.” She kisses his chest, right where his heart would be.

“I love you, too,” he grins. “Michael wants to change Kitty, too, but he’s nervous to ask. I’ll bring it up to him again. As for Brone…I’m sure he’s scampered off somewhere tending his wound. If he ever comes back here or lays even a finger on you, I’ll take care of him. He won’t hurt you ever again. What are you thinking about Cala Luna for?”

“I’d like to visit it soon. Maybe…live there for a while? A fresh start,” she shrugs.

“We could do that. Another great thing about Italy is that the Vampire population is higher, and they don’t require masks. There’s plenty of Vampire only beaches.”

“Mm are they nude beaches?” she stretches up on her hands hovering above him and rubs her nose against his.

“Some are,” he chuckles gliding his hands over her ass. “I wouldn’t want to be the one who massacred a whole lot of our kind because of your gorgeous naked body enticing them.”

“You’re full of it, that wouldn’t happen,” she laughs grinding herself on top of him.

“You’re very humble, my love,” Luke sighs and lifts his hips. He slips inside of her easily, she gasps out in pleasure.

“I like how that…how that sounded,” she moans as he thrusts into her.

“What?”

“’Our kind.’ We’re the same.”

“You’re just my kind,” he whispers then kisses her deeply.

Her moans and his grunts ricochet off his walls, their bodies rocking and writhing in frenzied passion. They can’t get enough of each other. When they’ve climaxed, she falls onto her back trying to catch her breath while Luke stretches into his nightstand.

He curves back around hovering over her staring at her with a look of adoration on his face.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” she laughs.

“I’ve walked this earth for many years, always on my own, never staying in on place too long. But I think I walked all those miles just so I could get to you. You’ve altered my world in the best way possible, you’ve made my silent heart sing again and filled my days with insurmountable joy. Will you by mine eternally as my wife?”

She’s speechless then left breathless when he pops open the box revealing the most extravagant ring she’s ever seen. It’s clearly a family heirloom with a large diamond in the center and even more diamonds in a vine-like pattern along the band. It sparkles and glitters in the moonlight.

“Yes.”

A month later, Luke and Y/N are standing at the end of a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean Sea off Cala Luna beach. Michael and Kitty are standing beside them while Viola is in the small crowd attending the ceremony. Viola welcomed Y/N with open arms already telling her stories of Luke when he was a young Vampire.

She loved exploring the city and seeing the beautiful statues all across the land.

Y/N felt a kinship with Viola immediately and it felt as if she were talking to royalty. Viola held a sort of regality in her that left Y/N in awe. She loved listening to Viola’s stories of meetings with William Shakespeare and how she caught the eye of Henry VIII.

“He was a headache but the presents he gave me were worth it,” Viola laughed.

Y/N had on a beautiful, one-of-a-kind wedding gown that was made especially for her by one of Viola’s most trusted designers who Y/N found out was also a Vampire. It was full of lace and pearls and billowed in the wind. Y/N felt like a princess.

When the officiant declared their union, Luke cradled her face delicately in his hands, smiled softly, then kissed her with so much love she felt it burst within her. Their reception was small and short, and they retired in their own villa along the coast of the beach.

“The sun is setting on our love,” he murmurs on her throat, their fingers link together with their rings shimmering in the dim glow of the moon off the ocean.

“Even the butterflies can’t take me away, now.”

They dwell in their twilight moments, giggling softly with tender caresses that hold promises of many more moments like this in their future. The world is their oyster, and their love is the pearl.

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drabbles-of-writing · 4 years

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Hands you a soap box and a megaphone: pls rant about beta au

Y’all gonna suck my ideas dry

“If we straighten your hair and dyed it blonde, you would be Regina George.” “How dare you think I can have straight things near me.” “Well your eyeliner ain’t.”

Luz has a bunch of nicknames for Amity & they’re mostly all in Spanish. Princesa/Princess, Cabrona, Bonita, Bruja, Malicossa, Puta/Perra, Belleza, Niña Rica, Ella, Kitty, etc. Amity just calls her human or a pain in the ass.

Witches, despite living in the human realm, avoid them like the plague and often know very little about them. Since they live in restricted areas with certain spells that drive humans off. So when Luz shows them anything they’re astounded. Gus calls himself an expert bc he has a human friend. Amity calls herself an expert bc she fights Luz at human places.

Skara is the only person of Boscha’s group the gang likes bc she’s nice and only sticks around cause her dad makes her and also it’s good for the Tea. Amity wouldn’t call her a friend but she’s a nice person to talk to every once in a while. Skara and Willow run the betting pool on everyone in the school.

Ed and Em are seniors n constantly cause problems on purpose. As stated earlier, their personalities are basically swapped. Viney and Jerbo remain mostly the same, just a bit more feral and ready to throw down. Which is an interesting change to their dynamics because now Vinira is “dumbass sweetpea who fails at flirting with the mildly trouble-making wild animal girl” and Jerbic is “the twink bastard prick who has very sadistic flirting tendencies at first and the other twink who is too tired to put up with this shit but does anyway”

There are different kinds of teef. There are regular teef that are just a bit sharp, vampire-looking mfs, shark teef, dog teef, four big sharp teef, two big sharp teef, overbites, underbites, etc. Amity’s are abnormally large dog teeth. Boscha’s are shorter but twice as sharp vampire teeth, and the twins have longer but not as sharp vampire teeth, which they get from their mother. Alador had big dog teeth but he took out the bigger ones and replaced them with thinner gold implants, and Odalia did something similar only hers are just tipped in gold. She plans to have Amity’s teeth ripped out when she’s older and replaced with more ‘refined’ and smaller teeth, as bigger teeth are attributed and stereotyped to the ‘brawlers’ and aggressive witches. Amity combats this by being just that, aggressive and snappy bc of her mothers views. But she still gets good grades and hopes that if she gets good enough her mother won’t see the need to make her get gold implants. For those wondering, Willow has small shark teeth and Gus is currently growing in an underbite but it’s not noticeable at the moment.

Eda is the most feral of them all but somehow Camila still has a crush on her. Nobody knows why, especially not Camila.

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brideofcthulhu10 · 4 years

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I promised you guys I'd whittle something out before the end of the day! (Currently its 11:30 here, so I made my deadline lol) So here's a bit of drama and fluff. Every couple fights, even vampires, but the most important thing is to take responsibility for your actions and communicate. With that in mind, I give you:

Lost Boys Make Their Fem!S/O Cry During a Fight

CONTENT WARNING: Sexual Themes, Possible Triggers, Topics of Physical and Verbal Anger

David

David is not known to mince words in any scenario, so you can bet that means he chooses an s/o who can handle his bluntness. The same could be said for your fights. Unlike Dwayne and Paul, David rarely yells anymore. Instead he's harsh, cold, and what he says often hits very hard. He doesn't tip toe around when he's calm, you can damn well bet he isn't going to be considerate when you tick him off. He can be quite jealous at times, but often it doesn't lead to a fight. Admittedly he can be a tad petty as well, but getting genuinely enraged towards you is not as common. A spat is one thing, but a serious fight can get ugly fast. He is almost jolted when he hears a sharp breath muffled under your hand. Hell he's only ever heard you make that sound during sex, and this was definitely no time to be turned on. He'll turn around and see you with your hand over your mouth trying to hide your shame and feel ungodly levels of guilt.

David's words are harsh, and when you turn out of the room he's still sitting there utterly flabbergasted that you had such a tearful expression. After all, you had to know he didn't mean it..right?

David will definitely sulk, he hates admitting he was wrong. Not necessarily because he thinks he's in the right for being cruel, but rather he's sure you just need space and then things will get better. He'll expect you back any day... So when you don't, he kind of goes into denial and will wait, and wait… and wait...

The guys stopped asking about you because every time he hears your name mentioned he grows more pissed off. Eventually he explodes in a rage, which is extremely rare for David.

"So uh.. about Y/N-"

"Why isn't she back yet?! This is stupid, she should know that I don't mean it!"

"Hey, David, man why don't you go talk to Y/N? I sure if you-"

"No! If she wants to stay away, fucking fine! Good riddance!"

Truthfully he's upset. Beyond that, really. He feels awful for making you cry, he's afraid you might hate him now, but he doesn't know how to approach the situation. Apologizing is difficult, to David it's a form of defeat and a part of him doesn't want to face that it's his fault you're gone.

Eventually he caves in after a week and a half. He misses you like crazy! The guilt gnaw at him to the point that he can't sleep, he can't think straight. Even blood begins to have a bitter taste to it.

It'll be a late night, closer to 3 am when he just silently appears in your room. If you're asleep he'll just stand there and watch you for a moment. Mostly trying to build up enough willpower to do what he's about to.

Expect his apology to be kind of crappy. At least, at first. It'll come off as angry, even a bit misguided just because he really hates admitting he fucked up. But when he does, it's the most sincere, heartbreaking moment of your relationship. He may have to turn away from you and shut his eyes before any tears tempt his cheeks. You can't see him like that. Tears means he's getting emotional, that means he's growing attached, and attachment… it's a weakness. When he's weak and attached, people die.

He lost a love before because he couldn't protect her, he's lost his brothers once because he got careless and underestimated his enemy, he can't lose more.

Once he apologizes and you come back to him, he's a bit more attached to you physically. He'll hold you from behind with his chin on your shoulder while sitting on his bike, have you sit on his lap at the hotel, even on the boardwalk he's become more open by holding your hand. He isn't ready to say the big "L" word just yet, so this is the most he can muster. Whenever he's too harsh now he'll apologize by hugging you to him. David is still scared of getting close, but he's more afraid of pushing you away from his lack of filter.

Dwayne

It takes a lot to ruffle Dwayne's feathers, so already he's not one to be careless with his words. Unfortunately once he's pushed to that point all bets are off. This usually dismissive vampire of little words becomes an eruption of rage. A lot of it is physical. He'll throw a table or punch a hole in a cement wall. He doesn't mean to scare you. When he gets that worked up he becomes unbelievably tense, almost his body's way of warning you not to push him. With fangs out, standing in the wreckage of his rage he'll pause to see you failing to hold back a mess of tears and immediately stops.

At that point he's exhausted. Rage takes a lot out of him, in the end he just feels flustered and a bit ashamed for losing his cool. The longest a fight lasts is maybe a day or two, usually you give each other space but once he's made you cry that's a different story.

Even if you started the fight he recognizes he shouldn't have done what he did. Temper or not, that's not an excuse to blow up at you. He'll be frustrated with himself for losing grasp of his emotions, and he'll probably take some time to think over his words before trying to solve the issue. It's hard to look at someone else's point of view when you're pissed off at them, he knows that better than anyone. Especially since he grew up with siblings before becoming a vampire. When he's got a good grasp on himself he'll probably try to settle things with you so that you two can get things back to normal.

"Y/N… come here, please," he'll say softly, patting the seat next to him on the couch. As soon as you do, he slings his arm around your shoulder and yanks you into his chest. He doesn't look down at you or say a word, he'll rest his chin on his fist looking straight ahead searching for the right words. If it was a mutual argument he'll explain his own point of view after apologizing for losing his temper, and when it's your turn he'll listen quietly. If it was on him, he's even more remorseful. He's reaching almost a hundred years old by now, he should know better. Truthfully he had the same issue when he was alive, but he never meant to drive you to tears. You'll both sit quietly together on the couch, Dwayne rubbing your back until you've calmed down. After all is said and done he'll tell you how much he loves you, he doesn't want to leave any negative feelings still in your heart. Relationships are a pain, he knows that, but he cares about you more than his own life.

Paul

Oh when you two go at it the gloves are off! Paul is the most emotional of the group, so when he gets mad all he sees is red. There will be a massive amount of yelling, he may even be fighting back some tears himself. He'll get physically frustrated, punching walls, throwing furniture, kicking things over. Yes, he might get in your face, and you can definitely expect him to bare his teeth at you. Especially if you're in his face too. By now it's not scary, just even more infuriating that he's trying to make to back out using intimidation.

When you cry it can go one of two ways. It really depends on the context of the fight.

If you started it, or it was a mutual argument he may storm off somewhere in the cave. To him crying can be a cheap tactic to make him feel guilty, so if you've done it when you've done something wrong it upsets him… even more so because he feels like crap! He hates fighting with you! You're his kitten, his babe, regardless whether or not you started the fight he feels terrible seeing you like that. He's just so damn frustrated! After mellowing out with a thick ol' stick of the devil's lettuce he'll sulk out with his hands in his pockets. If you're still there he'll plop next to you and explain why he was so ticked off. Granted, it isn't exactly eloquent the way he puts it. After all emotions are tricky, he doesn't always know how to express himself verbally. If you've already left and it's still night, he'll fly over to your place and try to settle things with you. He doesn't want to go to bed angry at you, and he definitely doesn't want you going to bed upset with him.

If the fight was started by him, or if you're genuinely upset he'll stop. Especially if your tears are from him hurting you. Then it's all love. He sets aside his temper, and pulls you into his arms. It'll take a moment for him to calm down, but it's just a plethora of tender apologies while he holds you.

"I'm sorry kitty-cat," he coaxes you, holding your head to his chest. "Don't cry, okay? I hate it when you cry."

If you aren't emotionally drained there'll probably be a lot of make-up sex in either situation. Once you two have made up, he wants to do everything he can to be close to you. Plus, he needs a release as well. Afterwards, he'll snuggle up to you still wearily mumbling apologies under his breath.

Marko

Anger isn't a common emotion for Marko. Well, unchecked rage that is. He can get a little irritated, but it really takes a lot for him to lose his temper. Even still it's closer to David's methods than Paul. Again it's the context. If you've done something wrong or started the fight he'll be more prone to outbursts.

While you're screaming at him, in his face he'll just watch you silently with a blank stare. On the surface he's calm. There's not a lot of yelling, but there can be some physical rage if you really push him. Marko would punch the wall and leave a crumbling chasm in his path, reminding you what happens when he's pushed too far. Truthfully he'd never put you in harm's way, but when he gets like this it's hard for him to stifle his predatorial rage that tends to poke through the cracks.

If he's the one who's upset with you, even if it's on him, he probably won't let on at first. While not petty, he'll seem distant from you. In public he'll yank you to him like a wolf warning others to stay away from his mate, but alone in private won't touch you as much. You may try to ace your hand on his shoulder and he'd immediately excuse himself from the room to sulk. If you really get clingy he grows even more agitated and will have very rough angry sex with you, his fangs may even come out in the process. Especially if he's jealous.

When you cry, it sucks. During a fight, after jealous defiling, when he intimidates you, it just sucks. If you step away from him he knows he's messed up.

Part of him doesn't want to cave in so easily to your displays of emotion, but if you're legitimately hurt by his actions he'll just let out an exasperated sigh. He may excuse himself verbally for a moment to try and gather his thoughts, or he'll sit you down and try to explain his reasons for being so enraged. If it's on him he'll carry you to the couch and hold you to him.

"*sigh* Look.. I'm sorry for going overboard the way I did, baby girl. I shouldn't have done that…"

If you cry after sex he'll feel like an utter asshole and hold you tight to him. He'll pet your hair, rub your back, even offer to let you smack him for being such a jerk. He may try to nibble your neck over kiss you until you start to giggle then give you his signature smile.

"There she is. I'm sorry I made you so sad, baby girl."

In all honesty this isn't a common occurrence. Marko still rarely ever gets mad at you, most of the time he's very laid back. So losing his temper is a bit jarring for him as well. He's never sure what will come out when he loses his temper, which is a huge reason why he does everything he can to keep himself in check. You may be a pain in the butt sometimes, but so can he. And above all, you're his pain in the butt. He still loves you more than anything at the end of the day.

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