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yandere-writer-momo · 1 day

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Love After Death

Yandere Skeleton x Fem Reader

I’m obsessed with Kate Bush’s song ‘Army Dreamers.’ So I decided to write a story about a soldier who died during a war, but he came back to life just to fulfill his promise of coming home to his lover…

There was a Great War many years ago between monsters and humans. A war that took countless innocent lives all due to the human’s greed. A war that took the life of your lover, Zered. Your childhood sweetheart.

Zered was a young sorcerer from the magic tower. A prodigy and pioneer of magic with a heart of gold. He was the man you had planned to spend the rest of your life with. You wanted to run your fingers through those blonde curls until the two of you were balding and wrinkly. To look into those sea foam eyes until you couldn’t. To press soft kisses against his full lips until your lungs burned. You loved that man more than anything in this world… but the war took him from you.

Zered may have died a hero of the empire, but you couldn’t help the bitterness that seeped its fingers into your heart. Your beloved was no nothing more of a war story. A great sorcerer who was able to take down the dragon enemies to give time for reinforcements to arrive. A war hero. And they couldn’t even bring a single remain of him back to you…

You sighed as you sipped on some homemade ale. Your eyes glanced at the sun’s rays that danced across the hay fields in sorrow. This was the cottage the two of you were going to live in for the rest of your days. The one you’d start a family in that was now cold and empty. It didn’t matter that the sun hit it perfectly each time, Zered wasn’t here.

You rock back and forth in the rocking chair. The birds weren’t singing their melodic tunes like they normally did. Which was odd. Why weren’t the birds singing- you almost screamed when you see a dark figure slink through the meadow towards your cabin. What on earth was an undead doing here?!

You quickly sprang up from your chair and fell over since you were a bit tipsy. Crap. Crap. Crap! You needed to head inside before that creature got to you.

You let out a shrill shriek of terror when the skeleton stood in your porch. Its red eyes stared into your very soul as it tilted its head to the side. Oh god… this was it. This was the end. You were going to be ripped apart by this hideous creature-

You went still when the creature threw itself into your arms as it released weeping noises. The skeleton whined and shook as its arms wrapped around your body in a tight hug.

“H-home. I… home.” The skeleton’s voice was a spin chilling rasp. A small tuft of blonde on its head showed that it was once human.

What did it mean by being home- wait. This cousin possibly be?

“Zered?” You gasped when the skeleton pressed its teeth onto your cheek like it wanted for press a kiss against your cheeks. “Zered, what happened?”

“Home… home.” Zered was barely to rasp out legible words. The skeleton cupped your face in its palms. “Love you… I home.”

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mayullla · 2 years

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Title: The village's graveyard

Character(s): Lich (Unnamed character | Original work)

Warnings/tags: Male yandere, yandere themes, dark themes, chasing and kidnapping, the undead (zombies and skeletons), death of multiple minor characters (murder), chasing

You tried to run away. You desperately tried! You didn't want this at all not at all as you ran away, leaving dust on your trail, past old graves. The sounds of old bones hitting each other, and the sounds of ghosts and undead crying out your name made shivers go up your spine, pushing you to run faster. You ignored the stinging pain in your legs, how hard it was to breathe, forcing yourself to take breaths.

You have to run away, you need to.

For you don't want to fall into the hands of a dead man.

Twist and turns you took as the dead chased after you, their bodies rattling and growling alerting you how close they were gaining to you.

You wondered how you got here, your heart wrenching as you thought about how those lifeless puppets were once people that you knew and care about.

The neighbors and the kind old lady next door were now nothing more than soulless husks of zombies, their skin rotting and some parts falling off revealing their bones dirtied with mud and soil as they chase after you chanting your name calling how he need you, that he wants you.

You ran and ran alone in the night as the growls of the dead rang in your ears, you didn't see something digging itself out of the ground and catching your ankle causing you to lose balance and fall forward into the dirt.

Looking at what caught your leg was another monster still holding your twisted ankle tightly as you whimper in pain. You need to get away you have to get away, as you tried to pull away. Maybe the monster understood that you want to leave and grew annoyed as it gave even more strength into its hold to keep you here ignoring how the pain grew worst for you when it did that.

You tried to push them away when the bones and rotting hands came closer. You slapped them away and screamed yet there were just too many, grabbing your other arms and leg heaving you into the air as you tried to shove them away. Yet the undead looked unbothered by what you were doing as you screamed and cried, demanding them to let you go.

They didn't, they didn't follow your orders but someone else after all.

They took you back, back to him placing you down roughly on the floor in front of him. The fear in your eyes as you tried to move back yet could not as the undead blocked your escape staring at you with hollow eyes.

“How many times do I have to tell you that running away is useless.” the voice asked you gruff and heavy, the only one who could speak that wasn't a repeat like a broken record the zombies were. Walking closer to you he leaned down placing a hand on your chin. Your eyes saw his pupilless eye, white with only red vines. His skin was lifeless without blood.

“The village elders nor your guardians wish to give you to me. Choosing to instead kill me in favor of keeping you.” The skin was cold, nails sharp as they stabbed your skin where he was holding, “So I took it in my hands to see to it that you will fall in my hands.” He pulled you closer to his face, cheeks hollow and skinny you tried to pull away yet could not.

“You belong to me, now and forever. Running will not help you for neither life nor death would let you escape from my grasp.”

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mxnsterbabe · 1 year

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Male Lich/Female Reader NSFW Wordcount: 1,339 Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist

You hated balls like these, forced to wear restricting dresses and pretend to care about what these rich assholes had to say. You felt more like a table piece than a person, all dolled up just to stand around and smile. On the outside, the ballroom was an exciting rush of dancing and laughter, but you knew the truth; people gossiped behind each other's backs, laughed with those they secretly hated to make themselves look good.

The host of tonight's ball, Lord Lackley, chatted away in your ear while you pretended to listen. All it took was a nod at the right time, or a well placed question to keep him talking for another five minutes. Then, once you'd listened for an acceptable amount of time, perhaps you could make an excuse to move along.

"I host these balls every year of course, but I outdid myself tonight. Don't you think?"

Your gaze drifted up, lips parted to fumble a reply. Luckily you never needed to, because at that moment a skeletal hand fell across your shoulder.

"Sorry I took so long, darling. There was a very drunk orc at the drinks table; I do hope he doesn't cause a scene."

Morven. You sank into his side immediately, comforted by the scent of old books that he seemed to carry everywhere. It came with being a scholar, you supposed, but goodness you loved it.

"Lord Hallowswift," Lord Lackley said with a strained smile. The two had never gotten on, but social expectations meant that they had to pretend. "How good to see you. When I sent out the invitations, I did not realise you and this lovely young woman were... involved."

"We've been married for a long time now, haven't we love?"

Morven did love to exaggerate; a year was not long, especially by a lich's standards... but you felt a flicker of approval nonetheless.

Lord Lackley continued to make conversation with Morven, although his darting eyes made it clear that he was looking for a reason to leave. It was another reminder that behind the expensive gowns and champagne, the room was rife with tension.

So you allowed your gaze to wander, watching as beautiful women swirled past. They were going straight towards a group of young men, no doubt looking to dance.

Your breath hitched when you felt Morven's hand slip lower; now, his skeletal hands caressed your hips while his chatter kept Lord Lackley distracted.

It sent a thrill jolting through you, and you pursed your lips to keep from speaking.

A touch of the hips was about all that you could get away with here, where everybody was watching eagle-eyed for a new scandal. Yet Morven didn't stop; his gaze never left Lord Lackley, but you felt his hands skim lower. And lower again. Sharp fingertips grazed your thigh, and you shifted slightly to allow him better access through the layers of skirt fabric.

His hands grabbed your ass - and you muffled a squeak behind a cough as arousal flooded through you. Morven wasn't usually one for public affection, so this? This was new.

You loved it.

"Morven, love?" you asked gently. "Would you mind fetching me a drink?"

Finally, his face turned to you. Where eyes should have been, his skull had two beautifully glowing yellow orbs. In the low light of the ballroom they looked like molten gold. Even now, in a form that most would have considered horrifying, Morven was stunning.

"A drink?" he asked, and there was a smile in his voice. "You're awfully flushed, perhaps you've had enough champagne for now?"

You flushed even hotter when his hand slipped below your ass and gave a pointed squeeze. Even such a simple touch had you biting back a moan, had you wishing that you were alone in Morven's little bedroom instead of in this foul place.

Although Morven's face never changed, you somehow felt as if he was smirking.

"Maybe you need some fresh air?" he suggested kindly. What a tease. "Why don't we step outside for a minute?"

Lord Lackley scoffed at the idea - the two of you outside, alone?

You didn't care; in fact, the idea of stirring up such gossip made your knees weak. You squeezed your thighs together, desperate for some friction to keep you together until... until you got outside, and Morven did whatever he wanted to you.

Perhaps concerned that you weren't getting the hint - as if that was possible - Morven's hand skimmed down your ass and, barely hindered by your dress, settled between your thighs.

Even with your skirts in the way, it ignited a fire inside your belly. His hands were slender and sharp, and you felt every ridge of bone grinding subtly against his hands.

Lord Lackley remained entirely oblivious, to your relief, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to pretend like everything was normal.

Morven's hands continued to slide across your sensitive thighs as he smirked to himself, but he apparently had other things in mind. Your arousal began to mount; until Morven pulled his hand away, and you felt cold in his absence.

"Morven?" you hissed, shooting him a desperate look. He looked so hot in his elegant black suit and waistcoat, and he had been teasing you all night. Why stop now?

His expression was fond, but his golden orbs were shining with mischief. "How about that fresh air, darling?"

Your face was on fire and you were desperate for release. If the two of you didn't move now, you were going to lose control and take Morven right here in the middle of the ballroom. It was why you didn't hesitate to grab his hand and all but drag him towards the exit. Each step made your core pulse with desire, and all you wanted was to rip Morven free of that pretty black and gold waistcoat.

Morven smirked the entire time, and his laughter filled the ballroom as the two of you left. He knew exactly what he did to you, and God if that itself wasn't the hottest thing imaginable.

The two of you hardly made it outside before you were crushing yourself against Morven, desperate for his touch. He laughed as you ripped the waistcoat and shirt open, not caring when one of the buttons went flying across the grass. He was a mage, he could use a little magic to fix himself up after.

Or not. He looked good when he was all dishevelled.

"Eager, are we?" Morven asked - but he was a good husband, and he didn't hesitate to give you what you wanted.

He grasped your thighs in a bruising grip and shoved you against the nearest solid surface; the wall. Then, with your skirts pulled aside and your thigh gripping his hips, Morven slipped a finger inside.

The first few times with Morven had been strange, feeling bone where there should have been soft flesh instead. Now, his fingers working you with expert care, you couldn't imagine ever wanting anything else.

"You've wanted this all night, haven't you?" Morven whispered against your ear.

His hands had already turned you into jelly, but his voice tore a groan from between your pursed lips. "Yes," you gasped, burying your face into the crook of his neck. "I - ah - I've been admiring you all night in your suit, looking so effortlessly handsome."

His fingers crooked inside of you, drawing another long gasp from deep within your throat. He couldn't kiss you properly, but Morven's teeth grazed at your collarbone and it stung just right.

You were close already, so fucking close, and in that moment you didn't care what rich Lord or Lady heard you call his name. "Morven!" the cry was muffled by his shirt as you buried your face deeper into his neck.

Your release came in a hot flood that left you reeling, gasping like you'd forgotten how to breathe.

"There's my girl," Morven murmured sweetly. "Was that good?"

You looked up at him with heavy, satisfied eyes. "God, yes."

#exophilia fiction #exophilia #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monster romance #tag: mxm #tag: male monster #tag: male reader #tag: lich #tag: not sfw

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rielzero · 6 months

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Ayy! I'm so proud of this refsheet aaaaah. The Undertaker is a big part of Locke's backstory. This is an OC! https://toyhou.se/19401339.the-undertaker Just real quick; He is not the necromancer Omeluum mentions in his backstory- while Undertaker does similar things with donating organs, the brain is usually something he leaves untouched- unless its for research purposes. As someone with a doctor/surgeon background- and as a mortician- Undertaker is an oddball as a necromancer and lich since he is way more respectful towards the bodies of the dead than one might expect. He used to devotedly worship Jergal, because of some of his personal beliefs. This dude is really really old.

Toyhouse backstory blurb; A mysterious old lich with an oddly still human appearance. He keeps a low profile by working as a mortician for Baldur's gate and its surrounding towns. He works an off side underground morgue that helps a select clientele in making unwanted bodies disappear for his experiments. He is Locke's father figure, master and teacher. Jermaine has taken in more apprentices before- but the majority has disappointed him. He is stern, but also kind as a teacher. A very patient Necromancer with a lot of experience in the arcane. He has researched odd obsecure diseases and curses before- but also has training as a surgeon. To keep himself attached to his humanity- he indulges in many hobbies; like candle making and sewing little craft projects. His lantern was made by his long ago deceased son, and is very dear to him beyond just being a phylactery.

I haven't drawn old men much before so I'm very proud of this character design. This guy has so much nuance surrounding the topic of death, dead, and perceived ''evil'' He is not an archlich however- since he did not achieve lichdom with noble pursuits in mind. You could say he's just a man with hobbies.

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dioptre-hertz · 3 months

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when you have sex with a lich and he fucking dies during and you have to finish yourself off by grinding on his stupid soul crystal thing 😡😡😡 #JustGirlThings #FuckMyLife

#female alpha male posting #undead sex #lich venting #getting a souljob

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zvdvdlvr · 2 years

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the witch and reality shifter

w. maximoff

warnings: choking, protective wanda, reality shifter reader (🥴), vecna gets his assed mauled lmao

summary: in some turn of events, vecna

has captured the only other teen with (unmentioned) powers. with the teen compromised, a certain hero saves them.

reader's pronouns: they/them

a/n: no MoM spoilers (i havent seen it), ST4, V2 SPIOLERS, i have not shifted, so idk if have this shit is accurate, and if this writing is uncanonly inaccurate, leave me alone, eddie dies im not okay

"okay, lets haul ass people! you know the plan, chop chop!" steve urged at the four kids leaving the camper.

y/n sighed, already know what happens, and mutters, "what crawled up his ass?"

lucas shakes his head as his friends' words, and looks up at the redhead a few steps ahead.

after giving the house another once over, max mayfield leads the way into the house where it all began.

unconsciousness was like a black wave, unrelentless and violent. beautiful and quite deadly, it is.

y/n was currently fighting that unconsciousness as vecna finally captured them and threw them into the wall. all of this violence was unscripted, but it was certain that y/n couldn't die. it was (literally) written into the fabric of the reality.

shifting realities or consciousnesses was an activity... a hobby of sorts. it helped them forget about the 'real' world, the 'real' issues. it was worse than Hel, y/n's original reality, so they resorted to shifting; a way to project your consciousness into another you, and another reality. it helped release tension between y/n and other people they talked to in their reality.

they had shifted multiple times already, with multiple methods.

marvel, harry potter, mortal instruments and keeper of the lost cities were only some of the books they've shifted to.

during their time in the marvel universe, y/n had explained what shifting was, and dr. strange had given them tips and tricks to help them shift. 18392/10, overall bestie.

wanda basically became y/n's older sister/mother figure.

vecan stopped and turned his head, eyes peering into y/n's. "you belong here... with me..." he drawled, dragging a long finger across her cheek.

"no, peter-" y/n choked out, "i really d-don't."

vines were slowly crawling up her body, tethering them to the wall behind them. keepibg her paralyzed i what they were doing.

"yes. yes, you do." he murmured. "we could do more. we could... rule-" he started.

y/n coughed. "rule what?" they spat.

a smirk pulled at the corner of vecna's lips. "everything."

his hand slowly started to rise. to kill them- to take their powers.

he stopped. "i'm disappointed." he said, resuming his movements.

it started quietly. y/n almsot wasnt sure they even heard anything, but it was there.

scarlet wisps of magick showed from behind vecna.

"hey kiddo."

the scarlet witch stepped out of her portal.

"get off of them." she murmured eerily at vecna, snapping her wrist and paralyzing him.

she worked fast. all at once, the deadly vines fell off of y/n body.

"wanda." y/n whispered, looking at her with a weak smile.

"hello, little one." she said, smiling widely.

then, after a moment, the witch and the reality shifter turned to the struggling Arch-Lich.

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gaertan · 7 months

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Spooky jackal lich

Digitalized the jackal lich sketch! Kinda fitting for October(or should I say spooktober amirite?), now I wanna play a rpg campaign with him lol Anyway, hope y'all like it!

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domesticandlovingmonsters · 1 year

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Obviously, the Horny Story option won! And now here's your chance to choose your next spicy partner.

I wanted to try some different monsters this time! Since I know the obvious fave picks. The monsters will be kept NB so I don't have to do another poll.

M!Reader = Male Reader F!Reader = Female Reader

#monster poll #monthly free story #lich #slime #animated armor #female reader #male reader #monster writing #monster lemon #monster lover #lemon

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yutaki-ffxiv · 4 months

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Of the Forest Mithras & Rotte were Wardens for a short time before the latter dragged them away to grander adventures. Mithras wanted to stay, but couldn't live with parting from his best friend. "Would you have left even without me...?" He still wonders.

#FFXIV #FFXIV Screenshots #FFXIV Character #FFXIV WoL #FFXIV Lich #Viera #FFXIV Viera #Male Viera #Bun Boy #Screenshot #Final Fantasy XIV #FF14 #Journey Journal Photos

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izayoichan · 2 years

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Would you like a heal?

🎶

#FFXIV #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv lich #Ilvonern Svalensi #ffxiv male viera #he got the new healer chestpiece today #and as my only single oc #I felt like doing this with him #fir a bit of fun #I admit that in charater #this would be miles out of his comfort sone #but as this is not rp #just a screenshot #I vote it's fine

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yandere-writer-momo · 7 months

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Immortal

Yandere Lich x Afab Reader

There was no such thing as magic or monsters. They were old tales once used to scare children… or so she thought.

What stood before her could not be described as a man… no. This was no man, but a monster parading around in the flesh of her lover. An undead monster with malevolent glowing ruby eyes in his pitch black eye sockets.

“You weren’t supposed to see me like this, my dear…” The creature’s husky voice whispers. He outstretches his hand to try to tuck a strand of hair behind her face, but she flinched away when some of the skin falls off his hand to reveal more skeleton. “This skin had started to decay too quickly… I don’t mean to scare you-“

(Your name) could only scream as she tried to flee, but something invisible held her in her place. Her feet now stuck to the ground like a tree as her body trembles like a leaf under his intense gaze.

“W-who are you?”

“It’s me, Aeron.” The undead creature gave her a bow, his rotten hand now tenderly caresses her face. “I’m your lover of course-“

(Your name) fails to shift her head away, her body convulsing in sobs when he presses the teeth of his skeletal face in an attempt to kiss her. More of Aeron’s flesh fell off in the process, the soft skin now sat on her shoulder. Tears spill from her eyes in horror.

“This is quite a sight for your eyes, my dear…” ‘Aeron’ pulls back with a sigh, he peels off the rest of the skin off his face to reveal an entire skeleton save for his ruby eyes. “I sadly do not have the same appealing appearance I had a millennium ago… but I simply could not stay away once I sensed you were back in this world.”

Aeron grabbed her hands and held them up to his rotted chest. The black metal band on his skeletal ring finger terrifies her to her very core. This monster was not her fiancé… “My heart may long be gone but I swear it beat only for you. I had no reason to have flesh or organs once you ceased to exist…” Aeron pressed his teeth to her soft hands with a cry. “I miss being able to touch you… to feel you. I envy that man who was in my place for a brief time but he is no more. He hasn’t been for a few years now actually.”

Aeron then sat back, his terrifying face tilted to the side when her tears didn’t stop falling. “My dear why do you cry? Do you not remember me? My name? I… I don’t quite remember my name either so I borrowed your temporary lover’s.”

“W-what are you?” (Your name) stutters out. This monster has been by her side for three years and she never noticed… how could she not notice?

“Well I am what you would call a lich. I sacrificed my humanity for immortality so I could meet you again once you were reborn. I was once your lover over a thousand years ago.” Aeron threw his hands up in the air. “I eliminated all other magic in this world so nothing could ever harm you again. I didn’t want something as silly as priests to stop us from being together again. How lucky was I that you weren’t chosen to be the saintess again.”

(Your name) watches the lich ramble. She was lost and didn’t have a clue on what he spoke of. They were lovers a thousand years ago and he waited a millennium to be reunited with her? She was a saintess? Then what was he?

“My dear, don’t question it too much. You’ll hurt you head.” The lich snapped his fingers, the flesh flew back onto his body and repaired itself. A familiar handsome man with dark hair stood before her now. Aeron smiled at her. “We can just pretend this never happened again… just like he have for the last three times you found out.”

“The what?” A hand was waved over her face and (your name) no longer knew what she was about to say… or why she was upset in the first place. “Aeron? What happened?”

“You just had a bit of a headache my dear. How about I make you a cup of tea to help?” Aeron rubs her back in a reassuring manner, his red eyes filled with love. “Just sit on the couch okay? I’ll take care of everything.”

(Your name) nods her head and goes over to sit down on the couch. She plops her body down while Aeron fetches her a fresh cup of tea.

Aeron smiles at his reflection in the window. Yes… this human face will do for now. All he has to do is convince her to stay with him forever. He wouldn’t fail this time… he had her wrapped around his finger rather than on opposite sides during a war.

Aeron was no longer an enemy necromancer but her lover. Her fiancé.

He’d burn the whole world down again if he had to. Aeron would do anything for his love… he’s already sold his soul and waiting a millennium for her. What was another thousand years to a lich?

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goodgriefwhatanerd · 2 years

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Really, there's no reason why I couldn't decide that the one random acolyte in this scene is my S/I made immortal for several centuries to remain at Pious' side.

Also, why does this man reach peak sexiness while he's butchering a corpse? Why was this of all scenes the one I choose to drool over? The background sounds make me a bit squeamish. What is wrong with me?

#liche love #ship: our dealings are a pleasure to us both #look pious was a roman general. i'm teeny and blond and baby faced. peak male sugar baby for his culture #he'd 100% keep me around longer than one human lifetime

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mxnsterbabe · 11 months

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i dont have a specific Scene in mind but idea for requests: something between a transmasc lich & nonbinary vampire? (double the monsters) (also they are romantic)

Male Lich/Nonbinary Vampire SFW Wordcount: 431 Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist

In the quiet recesses of Eadric's arcane tower, he and Sage were immersed in their shared study. Eadric sat across from Sage, a vampire whose curiosity was as endless as their life. Around them, aged scrolls and heavy tomes lay scattered, while the air was filled with a blend of old parchment and the underlying hum of magic.

Eadric watched as Sage leafed through one of the ancient texts, their dark eyes shining with interest in the dim candlelight. "This symbol," Sage began, pointing to an elaborate etching, "corresponds to a certain type of vampiric aura that can be used to fortify spells."

"Interesting," Eadric murmured, leaning closer to inspect the symbol. His spectral fingers ghosted over the intricate markings, drinking in the knowledge.

In return, he began explaining the fundamentals of their shared immortality. With his magic, he created hovering diagrams in the air, sketching the cycle of life and death. Sage followed his illustrations with keen interest.

"Despite having entirely different origins, of course," Eadric said, a softness creeping into his voice, "we share this phenomenon of endless existence."

During the gentle exchange, their hands accidentally met over the scroll they were studying. Their gazes snapped up, locking onto each other. An understanding passed between them, unspoken but powerful.

"Eadric," Sage said, breaking the silence, "we've studied many a night, but I've never felt...this. Do you feel it too?"

Eadric hesitated, a wave of warmth washing over him. He had never been one for many words, but he realised that this was a moment that needed them. "Yes, Sage," he said. "I do."

Sage's eyes sparkled in the candlelight, their smile revealing pointed teeth that gleamed silver. Gently, they squeezed Eadric's spectral hand. The touch sent a pleasant shiver up Eadric's spine, a feeling he had not experienced in ages.

Then, leaning in, Sage placed a tender kiss on Eadric's bony cheek. It was a soft, fleeting gesture, but it held a depth that left Eadric momentarily stunned.

Sage pulled back, their gaze lingering on Eadric for a heartbeat longer before they released his hand and turned to fetch another scroll. Eadric watched them, his eyes tracing the familiar patterns of their movement. They continued their study, but something had fundamentally shifted.

The night drew on, the soft glow of the candlelight flickering against the worn stone walls of the tower, casting a warm light over the two figures engrossed in their study. It was in their shared silence, in the touch of a hand, that Eadric felt something he never had before.

Love.

#exophilia fiction #exophilia #monster x reader #monster romance #monster boyfriend #tag: male monster #tag: nonbinary reader #tag: sfw #tag: lich #tag: mxnb #tag: trans man #wasn't sure if you wanted the lich to be a trans man or nonbinary masc etc #so i hope you don't mind how i interpreted it!

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rielzero · 5 days

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''He's an arch mage, a lich, and.. A doctor. A Doctor Lich.''

Dance, skeleton dance!

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dioptre-hertz · 9 months

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hey guys! i recently became a skeletal lich and i'm trying to get the voice right. please let me know if this sounds like a real lich to you!

#audio #lichposting #lich post #undead side of tumblr #female alpha male dead posts #lich asmr

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seokmins · 1 year

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My friend and I reading 2 men arguing and being shady about the great world power competition during a Skype presentation they weren't even presenting in front of 211 people

#Like STFU Gerald I'll punch u #She v kindly finally told them to not talk abt things not related to what the presenter was presenting 😭#But after she left they were answering questions that people were asking the presenter like LICH rally...#They have such punch able profile pics #I dislike male engineers they're so cocky 😭#elv's mumblez

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