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verbenaa · 2 months

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opus 4 (nothing compares to the sighs that fall from your lips)

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:

“Have I mentioned how absolutely divine you look, darling?”

“Well, you did make the gown.” Your hand tangles in his hair, pressing him closer as you arch into him. He buries his face into your chest, kissing and licking at the skin bared to him above the low neckline.

“It’s quite easy when you have such a lovely muse.”

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𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Astarion/Reader

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut, 18+

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 6.9k

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: exhibitionism, frottage/thigh riding, clothed sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, vampire bites, blood, soft dom astarion, tailor astarion strikes again

𝑎/𝑛: if larian can't give us a masquerade, then i will! welcome to my current fixation which has been this masquerade ball fic. idk there is no rhyme or reason to this, its just fun and indulgent and glittery. i hope you enjoy and please like/comment/reblog etc ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT

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The chandeliers twinkle brightly from the cavernous ceiling above as you float across the polished ballroom floor, slippered feet moving swiftly as your dance partner twirls you around, an arm wrapped tight around your waist while the other grasps your hand as he leads you through the elegant steps of a waltz.

Wine burns through your veins as it sings a siren’s song, the sanguine liquid slipping down your throat with ease this evening, the vintage aged to perfection. Melted wax drips from the tapers decorating the room, their flames no more than whirls of shining light as you spin around and around, gown fluttering with every elegant movement.

It wasn’t often you attended these sorts of events, despite the amount of invitations you’ve received over the years. Being the most recent hero of Baldur’s Gate had its occasional perks it would seem, and this ball was certainly one of them.

It was the same routine every time. You would open the frequently ostentation envelopes, perfect calligraphy written with expensive pots of colored ink on the front and oversized wax seals in golds and reds and blues on the back. Inevitably, after a passing glance at whatever solicitation lay inside you would feed it to your hearth, letting the fire gobble it up as it burns to black.

This particular invitation, however, had caught your eye. The envelope itself was nothing of particular elegance, though the black of the envelope and silver lettering did stand out among the others in your post box that day. The matching silver wax seal on the back opened easily with a quick flick of your letter opener, and a singular word on the thick vellum piqued your interest in a way that few ever did on these inane things.

Masquerade.

You can easily recall the way the word made your heart jump, mind moving to the imagined scenarios of your younger years, the adventures of storybook heroines always featuring stories of flowing gowns and glittering masks.

Your own gown flows around your form as you dance the steps, soft fabric laying perfectly against your curves as braided straps of silk rest over your shoulders. The skirt flows down around a high slit up the thigh, velvet the color of the deepest ivy brushing against the marbled floors with every movement.

The metallic threads glow in the candlelight, embroidered designs of liquid silver cascade in small clusters down the bodice and onto the skirt like little groups of stars falling from the sky. The low back of the dress leaves you uncharacteristically bare, almost everything above the line of your waist exposed, though the air is warm against your skin with all the bodies present this evening.

Your dance partner cuts a dashing figure, a vision of velvet and quicksilver in his own right. He looked made for the part—like some dark hero from a storybook come to life in front of your eyes.

Gods, he looked so handsome.

Your cheeks flush as you watch him, following his lead as his hands tighten around you, that familiar knowing smirk decorating his elegant features even with the dark mask he wears obscuring the top half of his features, claret eyes framed with black and silver.

You pull yourself closer to Astarion, filling your senses with his familiar and comforting scent as he continues to lead you through the steps with sleek perfection, footsteps confident and head held high under his disguise.

The dance ends, orchestra moving on from the dreamy waltz you had just turned about to on the floor, a lilting concerto taking its place after a brief respite. Astarion leads you to the side of the dance floor, a hand poised on your waist as you walk to the fringes of the room.

You touch his velvet-covered shoulder, the intricately embroidered doublet matching the color of your own gown to perfection, down the same argent threads. The two of you were certainly coordinated this evening, if nothing else.

It had taken little to convince Astarion to agree to join you, his own love for overdramatic and lavish debauchery too much to deny something like a masquerade ball. He had certainly wasted no time designing outfits for the two of you, spending extra moments throughout his evenings constructing and embroidering them until every detail was as perfect as he had envisioned.

“Astarion!” You whisper into a delicately pointed ear, an emerald earring glinting in the candlelight as you rest your hand on his bicep, leaning your weight into him. “Go get us more wine!”

“You absolute lush.” His smile is fond as he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead, careful not to disturb the delicate lace mask resting over your eyes, satiny ribbon tied behind your head in a pretty, perfect bow.

It was hard to deny his comment, especially when there was that delightful fuzziness that occupied your every sense, clouding everything in a wonderfully warm haze. You had easily lost track of the number of glasses you had imbibed over the evening, though you are fairly certain you simply misplaced some still half full goblets on the random trays of servers who wandered through the space.

Your thoughts swirl as he walks away from you in search of more spirits, his retreating figure a vision. He really was too handsome, dressed in his finery like this. Maybe you were wrong all these years to give your regrets to so many an occasion, if seeing Astarion dressed in the rich velvets and silks he deserved to wear was to be your prize.

A hand on your shoulder draws your attention, and you turn a moment later, reactions slowed by the alcohol still dancing in your veins. Behind you is a man, handsome enough—if only in a rather ordinary way—his warm brown eyes looking out at you from behind a mask of bright crimson as he gives you a friendly smile.

“I must ask how such a lovely gem such as yourself is simply wandering around alone on a night like this?” The words are meant to be suave and charming, though you ignore them, as uninterested in the man now standing before as you are in his words or the meaning behind them. Your eyes draw instead to a overflowing vase of flowers on a table behind him, a downright gaudy display of cultivated blooms bursting from an equally ostentatious vase.

“Do you happen to know what type of flowers those are behind you?” You point at them, not addressing the man’s prior words to you. He turns to look behind him with befuddlement, taking in the large arrangement with barely a blink of his eyes before he turns back, scanning up and down your velvet-clad figure.

“I’m afraid flowers aren’t my specialty.” His answer is short and no-nonsense, he was clearly a man uninspired and uncreative if that was the best he could come up with, the roll of your eyes mostly obscured by the lace covering your face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting you before, may I ask your name?” He sidles ever a bit closer, and you take a measured step back in response as you cross your arms casually in front of you, head tilting to the side as you observe him.

“How could you know? We are masked, after all.”

“It would be my honor, my dear mysterious Lady, to have your next dance?” His words are polite, even with such blunt forwardness.

You are saved from having to answer by an arm wrapping around your waist from behind, that wonderfully delicious scent of bergamot and brandy filling your senses with his presence.

The man across from you looks affronted at Astarion’s arrival, eyes falling to the arm wrapped tightly around your body and the angular face pressing against the crown of your head.

“Darling, won’t you introduce me to your new friend?”

“Oh! My love, you’ve returned!” Your smile is beatific as you turn towards him, eyes meeting his own you look for your promised goblet of wine.

“You never mentioned you were…partnered.” The man—what was his name again?—says before you two, a frown etched onto his features.

“Well, you never asked. This is my—” Astarion cuts you off before you can finish.

“Husband.” There’s a prideful possessiveness to his words that strike your interest, though you fight the urge to roll your eyes all the same. You and Astarion may be life partners, but married you were not.

“Here you are, my sweet.” He holds the full goblet towards you as it dangles between his elegant fingers, wine threatening to spill from its silvered edges. “Now, let us continue our fête elsewhere, hm?”

You give the man a bored look before turning away, downing your wine quickly before moving to place the empty silver on the table behind him, the overlarge bouquet towering over you. Without a second glance, Astarion takes your hand in his, pressing a kiss to the back before stepping away with you into the crowd beyond.

He leads you to a secluded corner, the area obscured by the shadows of the lofty space. Astarion’s footsteps finally slow as you near the wall and he notices your raised brow, an expectant expression on your face.

“Married, Astarion? When exactly was our wedding day, just so I don’t forget the anniversary.” You speak wryly, an amused smile on your lips. “I’d hate to not get you a gift.”

“Well, we may as well be married. Don’t you agree?”

“I certainly don’t see a ring on my finger.” You make to look at your hand, a playful smile old your lips as you tease him. Astarion’s frown deepens, a look of childish petulance crosses his features, obvious even with the mask hiding his expressive eyebrows.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous that another man was simply talking to me?”

“Darling, I think he would have done more than simply talk to you if you’d let him,” He rolls his eyes, exhaling a huff as his hands come to rest above the swell of your hips, bracketing your waist with those talented, nimble fingers.

“Besides, he wasn’t talking, he was flirting with you.” You could swear he was pouting, amusement building with every passing minute as you bite your lip to hide your growing smile.

“I hadn’t noticed, honestly.” Your shrug is a touch too put on, the casualness of the action at odds with the finery you wear as the smile you try to hide escapes, painting your features with a certain cunning that Astarion knows all too well.

“Oh, I think you knew exactly what you were doing, darling, letting that man flirt with you.” Astarion’s hands on your velvet covered waist tighten as he walks you backward, not stopping until your back meets the intricately wainscoted wall, the two of you partially obscured by the heavy drapery of a nearby balcony.

“You’re far too smart, my sweet, to be so unaware.” The rest of ball swirls on obliviously around you both, dizzying in its opulence as music from the orchestra begins its climb to a rousing crescendo.

A coy smirk is the only answer you give him, the incline of your head daring him to continue as the lace covering your eyes only adds to your mystique tonight. The wine running through your veins turns your body hot, your confidence brimming with the help of the alcohol.

“And so what if I did, Astarion?” His ornate mask does little to hide the spark flaring to life in his crimson irises, thumbs tracing circles dangerously high on your ribcage as he steps closer into your space, the flowing skirt of your gown brushing against his own finery as he pushes close.

“Then I suppose you leave me no choice but to give you a little lesson, dearest.”

One of the hands at your waist skates up, passing over your breast before brushing up the column of your neck, hand wrapping lightly around your throat as you lean your head up to look at him. His fingers brush over leftover scars from feedings past, and the sudden pressure on your throat has your body on high alert, heat licking at the bottom of your belly as you inhale a shaky breath.

Astarion’s mouth crashes down onto yours, stealing your breath as he kisses you with abandon. You answer his kiss with your own hunger, opening your lips to welcome his tongue. Your free hand comes up to brush against his chest, fingers tightening in the fabric to pull his body closer as your lips and tongue move against his own.

Your back is pressed hard against the wall behind you, the molded wood cool as Astarion crowds you, his chest pushed tight against your breasts. You widen your legs slightly and he quickly fills the space, a covered thigh coming to rest in between the slight spread of your own.

Astarion’s lips move to your jaw, your head tilting for him as the hand on your neck gives one last squeeze before brushing down your side until it finds your hip. The thigh between your legs presses in harder, and you thank the Gods that Astarion had the wherewithal to design a gown with such a high slit as you feel the fabric of his pants against your bare skin of your upper thigh.

The hand on your hip pushes you slightly forward and your covered center makes contact, the hard muscles of his leg rubbing deliciously against your core. You choke on a moan, and you can feel his smirk against your skin as his lips caress that spot behind your ear you love so much.

“Do you think you can do it? Ride my thigh with all these people milling about?” His words are spoken low into your ear as your eyes fall shut at the tone of his voice, the devious lust that permeates every word sending a shiver through your body.

You bite your lip as you tug him closer, burying your face into his neck. You move your hips, starting with a slow movement, barely enough to provide any relief. But you feel it, all the same, cheeks flaming as you focus on Astarion and his leg, the alcohol drowning out the noise of the rest of the ball around you.

What must you look like, you wonder, to anyone who happens to look on? You hope that the image of you together is only that of a pair of lovers embracing closely, too lost in their own world to care about anything else.

You can feel your wetness growing with every pass over his thigh as your hips undulate in soft motions, Astarion’s body pressed as close as possible to your own, shielding you with his form as much as he can from your place in the shadows.

The feeling is wonderful, enticing in such a public arena, but it is far from enough. Your arousal grows, the dampness seeping through your underwear and onto the dark velvet of his pants as his cock twitches against you, his length hard as it strains against the fabric.

You feel his hand come down from your waist to brush against the slit where it falls against your thigh, his fingers tracing up and down your skin in teasing passes.

Those fingers slide inside the skirt of your gown, grazing the outside of your thigh as they make their way towards your ass. Your skin is hot where his cool fingers touch, a blazing line of heat marking every movement they make as he caresses the flesh barely hidden by your underwear.

“How wet are you, darling?” His words are sinful as he whispers them in your ear, hand easing under the line of your panties to rub against your bottom, his fingers creeping ever closer to the place where your aching cunt connects with his leg.

“Astarion,” You whine in his ear, hand gripping the collar of his doublet. “Please.”

You don’t even know what you are begging for, but as Astarion’s fingers finally find your wetness you are unable to conceal the moan that falls from your lips. His fingers move, just enough to gather evidence of your arousal on his fingertips.

“Oh, you sweet thing. You like this, don’t you?” You can hear the smirk in his voice as his hand trails away from the center of you, brushing back past your underwear and out of your gown. He brings the fingertips up to press against his lips, tongue sneaking out to lick at the slight sheen that coats them.

Your mouth goes dry at the sight, your breathing hard as your eyes trace his features.

Astarion’s hand covers your own where it grips at his collar as his other adjusts himself in his pants, hiding his erection as best he can from sight. He pulls away from you, helping you adjust your dress with quick fingers. Your eyes catch upon the sight of your arousal on his pants, catching the light as he turns. You cheeks burn at the sight, your swallow audible.

“Follow me, love.” You don’t question him on where he is heading as he makes a line for the closest set of ballroom doors, pace quick as he weaves the both of you through the sea of bodies that make up the cities’ finest members of society.

“Are we going home?” You whisper quietly as you follow, unsure if you were ready to commit the incandescent aura of the evening to memory alone quite yet.

It had taken hours to get ready, time spent bathing together before pampering each other—applying scented oils on skin and through hair, Astarion helping you pin your hair into its complicated updo this evening taking almost an hour alone, his fingers applying the rouge to your cheeks and lips with care as he admired your features with the utmost affection. No, you certainly weren’t ready to leave quite yet.

“It would be a shame to end the evening so early, don’t you think?” Relief and joy spills through you in equal measure at his words, eager to continue tonight’s festivities, whatever they may be.

You walk through the main hall, hand in hand with Astarion, the wine still buzzing in your head as he draws you up the large, elegant staircase of swirling marble. Your presence goes unnoticed as you pass others dressed in their own finery, shimmers of glitters and gems, silks and tulles flowing past as you climb step after step.

You make it up the rise of the large staircase, skirt twirling as you spin around momentarily to take in the scene of the party now beneath you. Its a world of luster that takes your breath away, everything filtered with the heady glow from the candelabras and wine flowing aplenty.

With a tug on your hand, Astarion leads you away from the center of the room, breaking off to go down a smaller corridor to the side before cutting aside on one or two more until you are isolated, the noise of the orchestra below now faraway and faint.

The hallway feels hushed and hidden away, safe from the prying eyes of society as the candlelight sconces adorning the walls flicker, dancing fragment of light illuminating the narrow corridor. Astarion walks you back with hands on your waist until you feel the half-paneled wall against your uncovered back, the wallpaper ornate with scrolling vines and berries, vibrant reds and greens contrasting against the darkness of your gown.

Astarion’s head bends to your chest, pressing a tender kiss onto the swell of your breast, over the place your heart beats in three-quarter time.

“Have I mentioned how absolutely divine you look, darling?”

“Well, you did make the gown.” Your hand tangles in his hair, pressing him closer to your breasts as you arch into him. He buries his face into your chest, kissing and licking at the skin bared to him above the low neckline.

“It’s quite easy when you have such a lovely muse.” His nose nuzzles at the flesh of your breast, breathing in your scent as he groans against you, pressing his hips against your own so you can feel the evidence of his prominent erection.

Astarion bites down into the flesh of your breast that rises above your gown without warning, fangs piercing the tender skin that heaves with your breath as he drinks in the sweetness of your blood. It flows thick in brightly colored streams, a surprised moan ripping from your lips at the sudden action.

He sucks from the swell above your gown, blood dripping to stain the bodice as he licks and tastes the rich claret of you made all the sweeter from the wine, his hand drawing down your belly before dipping lower.

He finds that slit on your thigh, hand working its way underneath before moving to cup around your wetness as you cover your mouth with your hand, hiding your moans behind a palm as your eyes flutter shut.

Astarion moans at the dampness he finds there, fingers quick to push aside the gusset of your underwear to run his fingers through your slick folds, collecting your arousal on his fingertips, spreading your wetness up and down the expanse of your center. You can feel his erection pressing against you, still hidden by his pants as he relishes your body’s reaction to his actions, lips still licking and sucking at the skin of your breast.

The fingers at your core move to rub your clit, the light pressure a relief as you bite your bottom lip to keep quiet, eyes glancing to the side quickly before closing once more to indulge in the feeling, his mouth not letting up as he savors your lifeblood.

“Astarion, what if someone sees us?” Nerves make their way into your soft voice, barely a whisper as your body tenses slightly with unease at the prospect of being seen by another. Astarion’s head lifts away from your breast, fangs leaving twin pinpricks on your chest, blood pulsing from the wounds in time with your heart as his eyes draw up to your own.

“No one will recognize us, my dear.” A finger circles your entrance, and your knees threaten to buckle under the pleasure. “Though we can stop if you want to.”

You hesitate and Astarion’s fingers pause to give you time to think, his mouth still drinking from the blood leaking from your breast, tongue licking at any stray drops.

“No,” You shake your head, needing little time to ruminate on the decision. “Please, don’t stop.” You let the desperation you feel run into your hushed voice as you give him your consent to continue, your hands in his hair brushing through the strands as you buck your hips into his hand.

“Thank the Gods.” His finger pushes in, working its way into you with sinfully slow movements, your head hitting the wall behind you as you let out a hiss at the feeling. You can hear your wetness as his finger dives deep, the sound of it obscene in the otherwise silent hallway.

“Gods, you’re so wet,” He kisses against your collar bone, nuzzling into the skin there as he breathes in your scent. “Who knew you were such an exhibitionist? Absolutely filthy of you, sweetheart.”

You whine at his words, Astarion coaxing more quiet moans from your lips as his finger pumps deep inside you. His free hand trails up to your shoulder, pushing off the delicate strap of your gown before moving down to pull at your bodice.

Taking care not to rip the velvet, Astarion succeeds in freeing the breast he had fed on, hand coming up to weigh it in a palm as his mouth licks at the exposed nipple.

He sucks on the hardened peak as his finger pulls out of you only to be joined by a second a moment later, the stretch barely noticeable with your wetness aiding his smooth thrusts in and out of your cunt.

His fingers curl against your walls as his tongue licks at your nipple, laving the peak as he finds that special place, deep inside your body and presses into it.

He’s relentless as his mouth works your breast and his beautiful fingers fuck you, his other hand squeezing the breast still covered, fingers working underneath the fabric to brush at the nipple.

It would be so easy to come like this, a fact Astarion does not miss as he can feel your body’s reaction, the telltale tension building inside you. Slowly his fingers leave your heat, brushing up against your clit with slippery motions as you whimper at the loss of them. He presses one last kiss to the tip of your breast, still wet with his lingering saliva, before he lowers to his knees in front of you.

“Astarion, what are you doing?” Your words are breathless as your hands run through his hair, the mask on his face slightly askew.

“I still seem to be a bit peckish still, though for a slightly different taste.” Warmth rushes to your cheeks as they flush, the alcohol still floating through your body painting everything in that same warm haze that has surrounded you through the night.

Astarion’s hands glide up your legs, brushing over soft thighs as he grabs at either side of the underwear where it rests low across your hips. His eyes flick up to yours as he pulls it down, guiding the thin, lacy fabric down your legs. He’s unhurried, clearly not worried about being caught or seen as he takes his time while his eyes never leave yours. He steadies you as you step out of the panties, pocketing the damp lace with a roguish smirk and raise of his brows.

His hand wraps around your thigh, pushing it up and pinning it against the wallpaper as he holds you open to his gaze. Your pussy is absolutely dripping for him, the sight of his otherworldly beauty as he stares at the center of you, open for him, takes the breath from your lungs.

There would be no mistaking what was happening if someone were to come upon you now—Astarion kneeling before you, supplicant, as he bares you to himself—unmistakable to anyone gifted with eyesight.

Astarion leans in to press a kiss to the thigh he has pinned, lips moving across the smooth skin with the lightest of touches before skipping over your weeping core to kiss the opposite thigh. You whine at the blatant misdirection of his mouth, hips bucking in indignation with as much motion as you can manage.

“Oh, I’m sorry—did you want something, darling?” He moves his face away from your body to shoot a look upwards, his features smug as he sees the abject desire in your gaze tempering the glare you shoot down at him.

“I thought you were still hungry, dearest.” You keep your words sweet, not letting the aching want you feel bleed into your voice as your eyes narrow.

“Patience, sweet thing. I’m sure I’ve taught you about it once or twice before, have I not?” His head dips forward once more, breathing in the scent of your essence with a performative sigh. “Now, ask nicely. And do use your words and tell me what you want.”

“Astarion!” You start, exasperation building as you contemplate the words to say to appease him. He could be so demanding at times like this, a trait you found yourself caught between loving and hating in equal measure, though ‘loving’ did usually win out in the end.

You briefly debate making him wait for your words, watching his own impatience grow as you play coy, but this certainly isn’t the time or place for what could be a long, drawn out battle of wills on who would break first.

“Fine. Pretty please, Astarion, will you do me the honor of licking my cunt until I come? Preferably before we get caught?” Your frustration mounts as you say the words though you find the strength to keep your tone as breezy and unaffected as his own, despite the slight embarrassment beginning to creep in as the elusive power of the wine fades ever so slowly with every minute that passes.

Astarion grants you your wish with a wide, feline smile, licking a stripe up the center of you, his tongue running through your folds before brushing lightly against your clit as he savors the taste of you.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

His tongue laps at your folds, taking his time to move up and down in languid strokes, never focusing on any one place. It’s a maddening feeling, a whine slipping from your throat as your hips roll, asking for more.

His tongue dips into your entrance, whorling around the opening as he tastes you, his moan against your cunt matching the one that leaves your mouth. Your hands tighten in his hair, hips writhing as his tongue thrusts inside you.

Astarion is eager to taste your essence, tongue flicking deep in your waiting wetness as hushed cries fall from your lips with every brush against your walls. You could sob from the feeling of the lightning hot pleasure that works through your body in time with every push of his tongue. He eats you out like a man starved, his mouth moving against your entrance as he works to plunge you closer towards ecstasy.

His motions are fast-paced, quicker than normal as he works to bring you to your peak, and you whine once more when he tongue leaves to lave at your folds instead. Two fingers are quick to replace his tongue inside you as he circles your clit instead, flicking the pearl simultaneously with perfectly timed thrusts of his fingers, curling up into that special spot.

“You really are so good when you set your mind to it, love.”

Your pleasure ratchets higher, a tremor running through your body as the leg supporting you grows weak with your impending orgasm, muscles in your thigh shaking slightly.

“Astarion, please don’t stop,” Your begging only serves to spur him on, tongue moving faster and his fingers curling faster with a repetitive motion that has your body tightening around him.

“That’s it, darling, come for me.” Astarion’s words are reverent, and you embrace them as you hurtle over the edge, euphoria rushing through your body, the feeling enhanced by the leftover wine as your fingers grip tight in his hair.

You come on his fingers and tongue, Astarion working you through the waves of your completion as they flow through your body, your cunt spasming tight as his tongue doesn’t stop licking at your clit. You bite the flesh of your lip, the delicate skin splitting under your teeth as you keep the sounds of your orgasm at bay, tiny dots of red spilling over your lips.

You uncurl your fingers from his hair, smoothing out the curls as your breathing evens out and your orgasm leaves you in a sense of pleasant euphoria. Astarion presses soft kisses against the skin of your inner thigh as his fingers finally slow inside of you before pulling out. He places one last kiss to your entrance, licking up the remnants of your come before he leans back and places your leg back down onto the ground.

He rises from the floor with a graceful motion, hands skating up your curves as his mouth crashes against your own. You can taste yourself on his lips and tongue as he kisses you, the flavor of your own blood and come dizzying.

Astarion licks at the blood on your lip, sucking on the mark as it bleeds. You open your mouth to him, his tongue tangling with your own as he deepens the kiss. Your hands work in a frenzy with his own to loosen his pants, the button finally coming free in your rush to free his cock from the confines of his clothing.

Astarion pulls his hardness from his underwear and you pump him, the velvety feel of his shaft warmer than normal as your blood courses through his veins. He moans into your mouth, hips pressing closer to you as you work his cock up and down, his precome shining in the light of the sconces as you spread the fluid on the heat of him.

His hands move down from your hips, brushing over your bottom as he grasps under the curve of your rear, squeezing.

“Up.” You are quick to obey, eager to feel him inside you as you jump up, Astarion catching you as his hips pin you in place against the wall, his hands supporting your weight in a tight hold against your ass.

The half paneling of the wall presses into your back as you push your dress out of the way, the skirt easily parting around the slit as you guide his cock to your waiting cunt, still wet with your come. Astarion stares at your mouth as you lick at the precome that coats your fingers, pupils blown wide as you take a finger into your mouth and suck.

“Like the taste, darling?” Astarion’s erection finds your entrance, your wetness coating the crown of his cock as he bucks in shallowly, the head barely pressing inside you.

“Always. I think I’d like to have a little more.” Your arms wrap around his neck as you roll your hips against his cock, taking him slightly deeper inside your waiting warmth as you lick at his lips.

Astarion lets out a low growl as he pushes inside you in a single thrust, gliding home as hips meet your own. You both moan at the feeling of him inside you, the satisfaction of Astarion finally filling you euphoric as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Did you design this dress thinking about how you would fuck me in it?” Astarion sets a steady pace as he moves his hips, your own meeting his thrusts as best as you can with such a limited range of motion.

“Of course I did,” He licks at the blood drying on your lip. “I thought about how beautiful you would look coming on my cock wearing it, too.”

He pumps his cock harder, hips rutting against your own as your arms around his neck tighten, bringing him ever closer to you. Your lips meet once more, pressing against one another’s to silence the noises of pleasure breaking from your throats with every thrust.

“No one can make you come like I can, can they?.” His words come on an quiet exhale of exertion, tinged with the smallest bit os what sounds like possession, his lips brushing against your own with each syllable that leaves his mouth.

“Don’t tell me you’re still jealous, Astarion?” You can still feel the leftover fog from your orgasm, hands playing the hair at the nape of his neck, the strands soft against your fingers as you try catch your breath in vain, every thrust of his cock making it harder and harder to breathe.

“I want to hear you to say it.” The hands on your ass squeeze, cock hammering harder into your center. “Say: ‘No one can fuck me like you’.”

There’s a familiarity to the veiled desperation in voice, though its been years since you’ve heard it. You would know the sound of it anywhere, the cadence of his longing to be wanted and loved and cared for burned into your mind for eternity, settling there like a haze over your vision.

Your heart grows tender at his words, and you hold onto him tighter, pressing a kiss to his lips before giving him the words you know he needs to hear from your rouged lips.

“No one can make me come like you,” A kiss to the tip of his nose where his face rests close to your own.

“No one can fuck me like you,” A kiss to one cheek, then the other.

“There is no one for me but you, Astarion. Only you.” Finally, his lips—your love and passion pouring out onto him with the simple press of your lips against his, a hand coming to brush his cheek.

“Gods, I love you.” His thrusts grow sloppy as he grips your hips harder, mouth falling open against your own as his pleasure builds.

“I love you too.” You lips part with the tilt of your head backwards as Astarion hits a particularly deep place inside you, fingers curling hard into the fabric covering his shoulders. He thrusts faster, making sure to hit against the same spot on every push forward.

Astarion’s hand sneaks from behind you to press against your clit, rubbing quick circles as his thrusts grow frenzied, losing their rhythm as he chases his impending high, intent to bring you with him over the edge.

“Will you come inside me? I want to feel you.” You press a kiss onto the shell of his ears as you whisper the words, your tongue darting out to tease at the sensitive skin of the elegant point.

“Is that what you want, darling? My come?” His hips stutter at your words spoken so intimately as you clutch at him, the warmth of your cunt drawing him closer and closer to his peak.

“Gods, yes. Please!” You aren’t afraid to beg as his fingers strum fast on your clit as his thrusts hit deep, your vision clouding over as another orgasm nears.

“Then take it, love.” Astarion buries his face into your neck as he comes, hot spurts of his spend spilling deep inside your body as you ride him through his completion. The feeling of him coming is exhilarating, and his fingers don’t stop until you crest over with him, the contractions of your cunt drawing him in tight as you take all you can of him as he hides his moans into your skin.

You roll your hips on his still hard cock as you work yourself through your orgasm, Astarion still pumping his own shallowly inside you as he comes down, breath hot against your neck.

Slowly, the world settles back down, both you coming back to yourselves from where you stand against the wall, breathing slowing.

Astarion’s cock is soft as he pulls from you, his come sliding out with it to make a mess onto your thighs. Astarion watches as his come collects at your entrance, the fingers on your clit moving downwards to push it back inside you with a gentle motion.

“Waste not, want not, my love.” Astarion’s finger curls one last time to press against your walls as you squirm, your body overly sensitive in the aftermath of your orgasm.

He presses a kiss to your forehead before removing his finger, moving his hands to help you stand back on the floor with steady feet.

He pulls your panties out of his pocket, bending down onto a knee as he helps you back into them, gently lifting one ankle after the other as you still catch your breath, before he raises the ruined lace back up your legs.

He adjusts the skirt of your gown, making sure the velvet falls perfectly before he presses a soft kiss to your covered stomach. He rises, fingers tracing your form as he does, dragging the long forgotten silk shoulder strap back where it belongs as you work your breast back into the bodice.

“Astarion.” You touch at his cheek, capturing his attention as he looks back at you. His gaze is clear as his eyes meet your own, the beautiful crimson red of them soft as he searches your face.

“You really are the only one, Astarion. You are the only one I will ever love, until my dying breath. There will never be anyone else.” You watch as your words settle over him like a balm, the love you feel radiating into him as he accepts them into his own heart.

His features soften even as he scoffs at your words, his hand coming up to cover your own on his face despite himself.

“Oh, I know. Maybe I just wanted to hear you say it.” You let him lie, willing to let him keep this facade in tact.

“I’ll say it as many times as you wish.” Astarion’s hand takes your own where it rests on his face, pressing a kiss into the palm before lowering your joined hands.

“I’ll be sure to let you know, darling.” Astarion adjusts his own finery, settling the velvet back to rights as his eyes draw to the bodice of your ruined gown.

“Did you account for potential bloodshed when you designed the dress too?” You remark as you eyes follow his own line of sight, looking down at the blood staining the velvet dark with wet, sticky blotches.

“Let’s just be thankful that blood and wine look similar.”

“Nothing we can do about that bite mark though.” You sigh as you attempt to pull up the neckline slightly higher to no avail.

“Everyone will simply have to be left to wonder, then, won’t they?” Astarion bends down to press a fluttering kiss over the marks decorating your chest, squeezing your hand.

“Think you have another dance in you?” You squeeze at his hand back in response.

“I suppose we still have a few more hours before sunrise to wile away.” Astarion walks, gently pulling you after him as the pair of you make your way back to the glittering ballroom below. “Let’s go have some more fun.”

#astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion x f!reader #astarion x f!tav #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x female tav #my writing #love u all thanks for reading kisses

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racefortheironthrone · 3 months

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fantasy sometimes doesn't afford itself the ability to fantasize about a better world with many of the same problems of real life. thankfully ive found fantasy thatfantasize about things like gender roles, orientations, social status, etc. being more accepting, and the world kinder more often than not. question is, as hard as it is to find solid urban fantasy, are there anyworks you know of that use itself to imagine a optimal city for us urban nerds? magic public works, free dragon transit?

So there is a real problem in the fantasy and sci-fi genres that they often have a failure of revolutionary imagination, as I’ve termed it. We’re so used to not just the world as it is but also the public historical imagination of how change happens, that even in art that’s supposed to be about radically reimagining our world or new worlds, we often revert back to the familiar. (I find this tic particularly annoying in alternate history, which is supposed to be about imagining how the world could have evolved differently, but often reverts back to a retelling of (often bad) history with the numbers filed off.)

(A sadly rare counter-example.)

You raise a fascinating question about the potential for urbanist fantasy. This is often quite rare in urban fantasy, because often out of a desire to maintain the verisimilitude of urban life, they default to a masquerade scenario which renders it impossible to explore the impact of magic on transit, housing, and other aspects of urbanism because the central conceit is that people with magic are trying to hide and thus have no impact on the mundane world.

However, it does crop up sometimes in Magitech settings, because their central conceit is all about how magic would function in place of science and lead to new ways of organizing societies, urban and otherwise. For a popular example, look at how Arcane examines the social impacts of Hextech and Shimmer. My personal favorite example of urbanist fantasy is the plane of Ravnica from Magic the Gathering.

Ravnica is a ecumenopolis, a city-state that covers the whole planet. The city is governed by a guild council, each of whom are responsible for an aspect of the city’s physical and social infrastructure:

The Azorius Senate is responsible for running the courts and the legal system, and sometimes they run the police as well (although they have a jurisdictional dispute with the Boros Legion on that front).

House Dimir are couriers, messengers, journalists, private investigators, spies, assassins, thieves, and librarians, as well as the city’s clandestine intelligence service - if it deals with information in any way, the Dimir have a hand in it…or do they?

The Cult of Rakdos run the city’s entertainment, food service, retail, and labor recruitment (lots of shanghaing and press ganging goes on in Ravnica) - and they’re also a crazed juggalo bdsm blood cult who are responsible for keeping an ancient arch-demon entertained so he doesn’t try to destroy the city, again.

The Gruul Clans are an anarchist collective responsible for the planet’s wilderness areas, which they try to maximize by violent raids that tear down developed areas any chance they get - which also makes them Ravnica’s main demolition industry. The Boros Legion spends a lot of time defending built-up areas from Gruul rampages.

The Selesnya Conclave are a hippie nature cult commune who manage the city’s parks and other green spaces, as well as providing basic welfare services (food, “shelter,” clothing, etc.) to the city’s poor. They also use magic to do weird hivemind brainwashing in the name of harmony and unity, and they can raise giant Ent-Kaiju to defend the city in times of need.

The Orzhov Syndicate are a vampire banker mafia, and also one of the city’s biggest religions. They believe in debt on a spiritual level, and their religion fully embraces indulgences to their logical conclusion. The Orzhov preach that you can literally buy your way into heaven, and that debts to the (Catholic by way of Prosperity Gospel Evangelical) Church or its many front organizations and legitimate businesses will carry over into the next life; the Orzhov practice debt slavery on both living people and ghosts. And lest you think it’s all a cover for profit-making, they can summon dark angels to conduct rituals, lead services, and make war on their enemies. Something above is answering their prayers…

My personal favorite is the Izzet League, an institute of mad scientists and engineers and elementalist wizards who combine science and magic to research, build, and maintain the city’s infrastructure (as well as funding all tech R&D and theoretical and experimental research in physics, chemistry, and engineering) - the power grid, water and sewer systems, heating and gas lines, as well as the city’s mass transit and transportation/freight system, are all powered by their steam and fire and lightning and Magitech gadgets and robots and cyborgs made out of a magic metal named mizzium. Yes, a lot of their devices explode, and yes their golems and robots and elementals have a tendency to go rogue, but that’s the price of progress!

The Golgari Swarm are a subterranean necromantic cabal who run the city’s waste disposal, burial services, and do the bulk of the agricultural production for Ravnica’s hungry masses. All of Ravnica’s citizens are entitled to a food dole provided by the Golgari’s fungi farms as a form of basic income. Just don’t think too hard about what went into the compost heaps or what your rations might be made of…

The Boros Legion is Ravnica’s main police and military, led by a literal host of warrior angels. Imagine the combination of a police force entirely made up of noir detectives and loose cannon Dirty Harry-esque cops and an army with flying fortresses led by fiery angels who are all deeply dramatic lesbians. True believers one and all, the Boros are here to mete out justice and divine wroth upon evildoers wherever they hide. If they had their way, the Orzhov would all be in prison along with the Gruul and the Rakdos, but the damn bureaucrats in the Azorius Senate keep trying them up in knots with paperwork.

The Simic Combine are responsible for the city’s environmental quality, ensuring biodiversity and sustainability in a global metropolis; they are also the city’s universal health care providers. All Ravnicans have access to free health care, as long as they consent to the Combine’s biomantic research. See, the Simic are the other group of mad scientists/mages in the city, except they went into genetics, environmental science, and (marine) biology and they believe in individual and societal evolution through the use of augmentation, cloning, and splicing. After all, why stop at curing someone’s respiratory illness when you could also give them gills? Or giant crab claws? Or tentacles?

I love the world-building and the attention to urban systems and infrastructure in Ravnica. More than most, they’ve thought about what urban life needs to function and made it magical.

#fantasy genre #urban fantasy #revolutionary imagination #genre fiction #urbanism #alternate history #city-states #guilds #ravnica #mtg #arcane #magitech

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diabolikk-loverss23 · 8 months

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~~Just a lil scenario involving my fav I made while listening to music~~😗 (TW: IMPLIED DRUGGING)

The last thing you remember is drinking a warm cup of chamomile tea Reiji had given you.. Next thing you know, you're waking up on a soft bed that you did not recognize. You had a drifty feeling settling over you. It felt as if you were hovering above your body, watching it feel around the soft covers. As you looked around, you noticed your surroundings looked fake. Everything had a dreamy white filter coming off of it.

Were you dreaming?

Standing was a difficult task: your legs felt shaky and unstable, and balance was definitely not your strong point right now. You wobbled over to a grand looking mirror beside the bed, and there you saw it. A luxurious black and royal blue dress with a string of pearls around your neck. Your neck that suspiciously had a set of fang marks carved into it. Shuddering, you ran your hand over the mark, feeling the puncture marks intently. All of a sudden, you heard boisterous laughter followed by the swell of ballroom music. Placing your hand on your head, you headed to the main door and slowly twisted the knob leading to an unfamiliar hallway. This was nothing like the Sakamaki mansion... It was even more grand, with multiple gold and silver doors and horrific statues of creatures. Walking towards the music, you saw one golden door open; allowing the music to flow through. And there he was. The man who brought you an odd sense of comfort. Clad in a dark blue and black suit, wearing those familiar white gloves, and a blue masquerade mask.

"Reiji? Where are we?"

He didn't answer. All he did was put his hand over his heart and bow, extending his other hand. Inviting you to dance almost. However, when you reached out, he disappeared. Gone in the blink of an eye.

Panic set through you as your heart started pounding against your chest. Taking shallow breaths, you shakily opened the door the music was coming from. There, you saw multiple masked figures dancing, laughing, and talking about nothing you could decipher. The whole room felt like it was spinning. The noise was all clamoring in your brain and confusing you. It felt like a weight was on your head. One so heavy all you could do was crumple to the floor. While holding your head, you saw a pair of glossy shoes stop in front of you. You craned your neck and saw Reiji again. Still silent with his red eyes piercing through yours. With no expression on his face, he offered his gloved hand for you to take. You took it graciously and held on tight. He pulled you close and let you follow his footsteps to the music. Your racing heartbeat slowed, and you leaned into his chest; breathing in the odd yet soothing smell of chamomile. You and him danced in the swarm of masked people, still hearing their giggles and feeling their occasional stares graze the two of you. It was strange. The anxiety you felt waved away when you were in Reiji's embrace. The music was loud. And the masked people there were boisterous. But all you could feel was Reiji's hard chest and his gentle hand holding yours.

After dancing for a little while more: you noticed the curtains being drawn on the windows. Revealing the biggest full moon you've ever seen. The lights went out, and that's when you noticed it. Some of the masked figures dressed in elegant gowns had the same glowing red eyes as the vampire in front of you. Reiji was still silent, looking at you with an unwavering expression. However, now those eyes were glowing a deep shade of crimson.

All around you, the masked vampires began devouring their dance partners. Screams of anguish flooded your ears, and you began to panic again. Your breathing increased, and your heart was pounding once again. The music was now the screams, and the laughter had turned sinister. The scene is completely crumbling around you. Covering your ears, you cowered into Reiji's chest. The chamomile scent is overpowered with the harsh rustiness smell of blood. Reiji's arm held you tight to his chest, while his hand made its way to your chin, forcing you to look at him. That's when you noticed his once blank expression became a twisted smile as he leaned into your neck and whispered in a deep voice that tickled.

"Wake up."

With that, you shot awake in a cold sweat. Breathing ragged. And clothing disheveled. You looked over and saw him sitting beside you on his bed, with a book open. "Finally. You're awake." His voice rang through your thoughts as you tried to steady your breathing. Closing his book, "In and out. I shouldn't have to teach you how to breathe, dear." His voice was softer this time. You shuffled next to him and put your head on his shoulder. "That was not an invitation to my personal space. Must I remind you this is my bed?" He chuckled a bit while you wordlessly put your hand on his face. "Reiji...?" He peered down at your hopeless expression, "Yes? What is it?"

You looked directly in his eyes and whispered out,

"Are you gonna eat me?"

He looked at your eyes a moment before he laughed in your face. "Hey!! I'm serious!!" Attempting to slow his quiet laughter a shaky, "Apologies" rang out between his hand he put over his mouth. Clearing his throat, he answered. "Your blood is delectable. It's so refined that it's almost like a wine with how it goes down my throat. I've 'ate' you many times." Accepting his answer, you laid back down beside him, and he followed. You reached out and touched his chest. Feeling for a heartbeat. "My heart doesn't beat, dear. I'm not a human." You quietly responded, "Oh, right..." He pulled you in close to his chest, "See? nothing." You nodded and cuddled in closer, reveling in his scent that was no longer chamomile but books and his tea. A sigh of relief flowed from your lips as his other hand rubbed gentle circles into your back. "I'll have to write the effects of this drug later... Being overly affectionate and night terrors are interesting side effects of the toxin..." You sighed again, this time out of frustration, but that's about all you could do after a wave of drowsiness hit you. His quiet laughter rang out again. "Goodnight, dear.."

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Hope y'all enjoyed :3

I am very very normal about this man.. :3 I might post more oneshots later... idk tho.. so treasure this! -author

#diabolik lovers #reiji sakamaki #diahell #reiji x reader #reiji sakamaki x reader #diabolik lovers oneshot #oneshot #diabolik lovers x reader #diabolik lovers reiji #Spotify

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Roseapov Reblog (Reblogs)

Colour Guide: Black - Games, movies, fandoms etc. Pink - irl reblogs

Crowley is Levan Theory

Yan!Vil x Reader x Yan!Rook

Rollo Flamme x Reader with bits of Malleus x Reader

Genshin Man Isekai'd into the creators world

Bye bye bugs

Riddle and Vil bonding art

Fragaria memories meme (Hallritt and Hello Kitty)

Malleus x Yuu x Ace comedy

Sad Idia comic

HSR chars as vampires

Halloween ghosts decoration

Malleus calling Yuu by their name and not Child of man

Argentiiiiii

Fic based on my Twst Self Aware <3

Cheka and Leona wallpaper

Rosebush Sneak-peek

Fragaria Memories Red Bouquet

Yuu snaps and bullies OB gang (most of them) and they like it

Lilia cooking meme

How to win the heart of Vil Shoenheit

Masterpiece

How to not kill your computer

Invite quality guide Twst

Rosebush 001 Twst, Riddle Rosehearts

Vitamins cheat sheet

How you mince my heart, Vil Shoenheit

Twst inhuman traits

Moose

Vampire Epel fic

Alhaitham and Kaveh in somewhat Fontaine clothes

Shrimp, Jade x Yuu

Great Seven avenue backgrounds

WIP Heartslabyul reincarnation, Riddle Rosehearts

Chosing who to write for

Morning people vs night people

Leona Playful land art

Jack Playful land art

Epel Masquerade art

BAT ATTACK!!

Rook x reader, Royal AU

OT3 Playful Land Scenarios (Lilia, Reader, Knight of Dawn)

Genshin 4 archons

Loved by a fae

Rosebush additional chapter

Dearest mother additional chapter

OB Vil design art

Malleus and Lilia stickers

Learn French Twst Rook and Epel meme

Pomefiore arts

Rook meme

TWST MAFIA AU!!!

Twst art that reminds me of mafia au

Dorm Uniform Malleus Card Analysis

Writer!Yuu and yandere

Cater personality problems

Crowley sets up Overblots theory

Dearest mother additional chapter

Dearest mother / Rosebush art

Lilia's revenge on Rollo

Playful land big bro behaviour

Vampire memes

Eggleus and Lilia meme

Genshin sagau

Jade, 'Do be gentle with me' line

Love Potion Leona x reader

Honest Fellow meme

Malleus and Grim superduo

Lilia and Baby Silver headcanon

Trey dad, Vil mama

Jade / Floyd and their S/O headcanon

Jing Yuan

The Great 7 AU Masterlist

Always second 001 Twst Leona Kingscholar

Malleus x Reader, The promises we made

The ghost groom

Azul Octopus headcanon

Sebek heart locket comics

Perfect harmony meme

Vil's deep character analysis

Rollo Flamme memes

Silver and Parent Lilia, killing them will take like 5 minutes

Malleus 3rd spell lines

Vil Playful Land

#roseapov #roseapov masterlist #roseapov reblog #masterlist

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hekateinhell · 8 months

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I love that you put forced orgasm on the daniel kink poll because I was just thinking yesterday about how interested armand would be in that/over stimulation, there’s no way that daniel *hasn’t* been pinned down and made to cry from all that sensation and he would love every second of it I think

Absolutely!

The sky's the limit when you give a five hundred year old vampire a human to play with. And it's interesting to me because thinking about scenarios like this really emphasizes the key differences in how vampires treat other vampires within the context of a relationship dynamic versus how they treat their humans.

The way Armand interacts with mortal Daniel is different from the way he does with Louis, Lestat, Marius, etc (and we simply don't know what Armand and Daniel's interactions look like following QotD).

But I always compare and contrast Armand/Daniel's relationship to Marius/Armand's in Venice, right? (Actually, it's dawning on me that a lot of you may not have been around when I was heavy in my devilsminionposting era but I digress). There's a ridiculous amount to deep dive into here but what I want to get at is that Marius already had lived amongst humans and masqueraded as one for some time before he found Armand. Armand didn't have that advantage.

The last human vampire Armand had openly loved and experienced any form of intimacy with was Bianca in Venice. Afterwards we only hear of Denis (he's a very interesting character for me given the very minimal amount of screen time he has), and while Armand calls himself Denis's 'slave' and uses him as a conduit to experience human pleasures like food and drink, canon doesn't tell us if that involved a sexual component as well.

This is basically my drawn out way of reiterating what we all know: Daniel was primed to receive all of Armand's pent-up and repressed curiosities and desires, things he couldn't explore with others of his own kind due to biological limitations. And if he had felt the urge to experiment with Denis beyond food and drink (ngl I think about Armand's Frankenstein lab with the 'surgical needle and thread' every day of my life for sexy, and then more sadistic, purposes), it wouldn't have held the same emotional impact.

Thinking also about how vampires perceive consent amongst each other with respect to things like blood-drinking/sharing blood — I wonder if that's ever something Armand had to learn with Daniel, not so much 'no means no' but more like the little intricacies and nuances relating to human intimacy (and some these are things that evolve over time) that a vampire wouldn't have reason to consider.

And forced orgasms is one of those kinks that straddles the consensual non-consent (CNC) line and it plays perfectly into their canonically established S&M dynamic. Daniel would love every last second of it: the relentless onslaught of physical stimulation, and consider combining it with the adrenaline of the fact that... Armand might not stop and there's no one to make him stop if he doesn't want to? I also imagine Armand as being an aftercare pro and cleaning up all of Daniel's numerous human messes with his 'tender approving smile', he's thoughtful like that!

#i'm just- always thinking about armand's intimacy dynamics with everyone and what he learns from each person!!!!#you ask and hekate answers #armand/daniel #vc #devil's minion

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fibula-rasa · 8 months

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Lost, but Not Forgotten: The Madness of Youth (1923)

Direction: Jerome Storm

Scenario: Joseph Franklin Poland

Original Story: George F. Worts

Camera: Joseph August

Studio: First National Fox (production) & (distribution)

Performers: John Gilbert, Billie Dove, Wilton Taylor, George K. Arthur, Ruth Boyd, Julanne Johnston, Donald Hatswell, Luke Lucas, Dorothy Manners (potentially miscredited as Louise/The Dancer)

Premiere: 8 April 1923

Status: presumed entirely lost

Length: 4,719 feet, or roughly 51 minutes.

Synopsis (synthesized from magazine summaries of the plot)

A sophisticated, young gentleman, Jaca Javalie (Gilbert), is travelling on a cross-country train to California. As Javalie traverses the smoking car, it’s apparent he’s being tailed by a detective. However, somewhere between the smoker and the pullman, the detective loses the trail—as if Javalie had disappeared into thin air.

Later, out from the ditch beside the railroad, Javalie emerges—dressed now in tatters, a bindle stick slung over his shoulder. Javalie makes his way on foot to the California mansion of the Banning family.

Within the estate, the patriarch, Theodore P. Banning (Taylor), has built a private vault to secure his millions after being burned by bank failures in the past.

Banning’s children, Ted (Arthur) and Nanette, a.k.a. Nan (Dove), are now young adults and, though he loves them, he knows they’ve been spoiled rotten. Ted is selfish and unfeeling. He had brought home from France a wife, Jeanne (Boyd), but has since made her life miserable. Nan spends every night out gallivanting with the caddish mooch, Pete Reynolds (Hatswell), currently staying at the Banning’s as a guest.

Banning found comfort only in spiritualism—often communing from beyond the grave with his wife.

Javalie makes his entrance in the middle of another family quarrel. He presents himself to Banning, Sr. as a man with mystical powers, which he learned in India. He claims that has come to the Banning home after visions of their familial strife, sure that he can bring them peace. Banning agrees to let Javalie stay a while. Something about Javalie’s manner has a quick effect on the younger Bannings, who begin acting with a bit more reverence and grace. At dinner, Javalie lays his mysticism spiel on a receptive audience, save for the guest, Reynolds.

George K. Arthur, John Gilbert, Billie Dove, Ruth Boyd, and Wilton Taylor in The Madness of Youth from Motion Picture Classic, June 1923

Later, the Bannings throw a lavish masquerade ball with the theme “winter frolic.” At the ball, Nan gets Javalie alone and says she doubts his supernatural gifts. He assures her he isn’t trying to fool her, and she takes that as flirting. The gentleman thief Javalie is softening.

Next, Jeanne approaches Javalie and pleads with him to save her husband from the temptation of a dancer hired for the ball, who has a reputation as a vampire.

Ruth Boyd, George K. Arthur, John Gilbert, and Julanne Johnston in The Madness of Youth from Motion Picture Classic, June 1923

Javalie and Nan take a walk through the garden and she teasingly goads him into an embrace. Pleased with her machinations, Nan flutters away.

Now left alone in the garden, Javalie is greeted by the dancer. Under her mask is a familiar face, Louise (Johnston), Javalie’s ex-girlfriend. Louise threatens to expose him to the Bannings. Javalie reveals that he’s been planning to rob the Banning vault for three years. Louise agrees to publicly play-act that Javalie has saved her soul in exchange for a cut of the loot and Javalie’s hand in marriage. Javalie preaches to the crowd of attendees and, on cue, Louise repents. Jeanne and Ted reconcile.

After the party, Javalie finds Banning alone in his library. Javalie hypnotizes Banning and gets him to reveal the location of and combination for the vault. The two men were not alone however: Reynolds had been eavesdropping. Reynolds confronts Javalie and extorts him.

John Gilbert and Wilton Taylor in The Madness of Youth from Motion Picture Classic, June 1923

The next day, inspired by Javalie’s preaching, Ted and Jeanne decide to start again on their own. Banning happily offers to build them a home. Javalie is shaken by a note from Louise saying that his preaching worked better than expected and she did, in fact, feel reformed and was off to make amends with her family.

Disturbed by Louise’s actions, Javalie defiantly steels himself and heads to the vault, combination in hand. However, when Javalie reaches the vault door, he’s overwhelmed and faints. When he comes to, Javalie is surrounded by the Bannings. Ted plans to call the police. Nan holds Javalie close and begs for mercy through tears, claiming that Javalie must have had a change of heart just as they all had. Jeanne backs her up. Seeing Nan and Javalie together, Banning says he understands and the police are not called.

John Gilbert, Billie Dove, and Wilton Taylor in The Madness of Youth from Motion Picture Classic, June 1923

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Points of Interest:

John Gilbert appeared in an astounding 90 silent films in his career from bit roles to starring roles and he even dabbled in writing and directing. While Gilbert had already worked on over 60 films by the time Madness of Youth came around, he was newly minted as a star just two years prior when he signed with Fox Film Corp. Gilbert would truly break out as a star when he signed with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer in 1924. Of those 90 silent films, 58 are considered lost films, which means that only 35% of Gilbert’s film work is known to survive today.

Madness of Youth is one of many films believed to be lost after the 1937 Fox vault fire. In the summer of 1937 at the Fox vault in Little Ferry, NJ a fire broke out that destroyed a majority of films produced by Fox before 1932 as well as films from other studios, most notably Educational Pictures. The fire also killed a child in a neighboring building. All in one night, thousands of films were lost, leaving a gaping hole in our film heritage.

from Motion Picture News, 7 April 1923 and Exhibitors Trade Review, 28 April 1923

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Transcribed Sources & Annotations over on the WMM Blog!

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anarchy-and-piglins · 1 year

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Hey hello its me racoon anon back with another Idea

Thinking about your vampire aus and specifically thinking about how in the TTRPG vampire the masquerade there's a mechanic called "blood bonding" where basically if you drink another vampire's blood (by choice or otherwise) you become basically brainwashed to do what they want. And also usually addicted to drinking their blood (which prolongs the effect) anyways seemed like something u could have fun with in some way idk 🦝

(We are all going to collectively ignore that I've left this ask in my inbox for like, three weeks okay)

This is such a tasty concept!!! I immediately had to look it up and also saw that there are different levels to the 'brainwashing' depending on how much blood they're fed. Ranging from a very vague "this person is still themselves but will feel slight, inexplicable affection towards the vampire(s) in question" to "this person is basically in a permanent state of thrall where the vampire has suggestion power over them and the person is swayed to act towards their wishes/is dependant on them, but with a lot of their original personality remaining" to "full-on complete brainwashing where the person can't even take care of themselves and will only do what's commanded". This works on both humans and other vampires, so 👀👀👀 And combined with the blood-drinking becoming addictive, sounds like lots of potentials for Dark SBI!

I immediately came up with two scenarios. The first one is a more basic one: some AU where all of them are vampires. SBI (+whichever side characters you enjoy) form a coven. Techno is a covenless vampire. SBI meets him somehow and invites him to join their coven but Techno refuses - probably due to a combination of him being an introverted loner and maybe a dash of trauma from previous experiences with other vampires. SBI doesn't take no for an answer and instead resorts to blood bonding to get Techno to join. I don't know what's tastier: Techno being very young/a fledgling in vampire years so they treat him like the baby of the family because of that OR he's not actually all that young but since he never had a coven to rely on and the blood bond makes him dependant, he still gets treated like a fledgling anyway despite being older.

Second scenario: Human!Techno is a famous vampire hunter!!! SBI initially tracks him down and forces the blood bond on him to use him as a weapon (heehoo angst) or as a flex on other vampires. However, stuff happens and they get attached (again, Techno probably has Major Trauma tm) and end up caring for him more as a family member. Maybe some angst where SBI are scared that if they undo the blood bond, Techno will run away from them so they feel forced to keep it in place - even if just in a very low power capacity - because they're unwilling to let him go. This could also lead to another vampire yoinking Techno from them after they get attached and some delicious Techno whump because it says on the wiki that being deprived of the blood after being bonded would cause pretty terrible withdrawal symptoms and maybe even death.

#asks #thoughts #technoblade #dark sbi #racoon anon #I have more for both these ideas but this already got way too long so I'll shut up now #i could be tempted to expand or maybe even write something we'll see

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smuttyfang · 8 months

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Jack, Protective Over You

Ahhhh these are all so good. I’d love to read something nsfw with Smiling JackXreader! Great job :)

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"Hell yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" Jack was ecstatic. He had been teaching you how to fight, just in case he was elsewhere and someone tried to come after you.

... Most people would know better than to mess with Smiling Jack's woman, but as Jack told you, "There's a lot of god damned idiots out there who don't know who they're dealing with."

You landed one hell of a punch on the punching bag, busting a hole in it. Stuffing fell out all over the floor.

"Good job, sweet cheeks. I'm proud of ya." He pulled you by your waist and gave you a kiss on the cheek. "Good thing Nines taught you how to throw your punches better."

"I'm glad he took the time to show me." You tried relaxing yourself by stretching, the adrenaline still going throughout your body.

It was actually kind of awesome being Jack's girlfriend. All the Anarchs protected you no matter what. Even if Jack wasn't with you, one of them would almost always accompany you if you went anywhere. Even so, they still taught you how to fight and defend yourself. Hand to hand, guns, you had even been taught a little bit with a sword. Not only that, but you also had your own little room at the Last Round they let you have. It was just a small room, a section in the upper level they had put a Japanese screen door up. It was next to the bathrooms but of course, it was mostly only you and a few ghouls using them. So it never bothered you. There was actually a strange charm to it all.

"You know, I have to say.." You rolled your neck around, trying to loosen your muscles, "Hand to hand is your favorite I know, a good old fashioned brawl. But I love using the sword. There's something graceful about it." He laughed, leaning against the wall.

"What isn't graceful about popping someone's eye out of its socket? It's beautiful, could bring tears to the eyes." You rolled your eyes at him. "I know, I know what you're saying. It just ain't my thing. You look damn good doing it though. That focus you have is something else to watch."

"Flatterer. You have such a way with words." You say, only slightly sarcastically.

"I can be pretty damn romantic when I want." He approached you, holding you in his rough grip and leaning you back, like you were dancing. You giggled.

"In your own way, yes you can. Never in front of anyone else though. Gotta keep up that image." He lifted you back up, picking up your whole body. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist.

"I can't just let people know about me having a soft side! Can you imagine the rumors?" He began walking, ending up pressing your back against a nearby wall. It made you gasp, the combination of the pressure and the coldness. "Besides, I'm not always soft and gentle when it comes to you. Am I?" He took your arms and gripped them hard, pushing them against the wall above your head with only a single hand. His other hand was trailing its way to your throat. He squeezed the sides of your neck ever so slightly. Slightly as a thrill, somewhat as a threat. "After watching you get all sweaty and seein' that adrenaline going, I kinda feel like being rough with you right now.."

AO3

#vampire the masquerade #vtm #vampire the masquerade bloodlines #VTMB #smiling Jack x reader #smiling Jack #scenario #fanfic #implied smut

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waterfallofspace · 5 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you had any more V/NC snz or h/c ideas/thoughts? 👀

One of my favorite scenarios for them is that I feel like they’re set up really well for coming down with a cold in the rain/snow! It was. Definitely on my mind when they spent so long in the snow in part 2 lol. Very very soft for the image of Van or N/oe getting sick in cold weather and the other giving them their jacket. Vampire constitution is also an interesting area—N/oe teasing a sick V about human frailty or Van/itas complaining to a sick N/oe that he’s supposed to be stronger. I feel like these two clowns would end up getting each other sick and then one of the girls would have to step in and take care of them both lmao.

Vampire scenarios also work really well here like if one of the vampires is drinking blood from one of the others, but they’re wearing a new perfume/cologne that irritates the vampire’s nose. Perfumes are often concentrated on the neck and/or wrist, which are exactly the places we’ve seen vampires feed from most often in this anime… the proximity could make their reaction even worse, maybe causing them to sneeze helplessly against the other’s neck/wrist?

Van/itas begrudgingly giving a sick N/oe some of his blood (not straight from the vein of course, from a separate container) to help him recover faster so they can get on with their mission and certainly not because he cares about him in the slightest or anything like that.

That scene (or a similar one) where Do/mi binds V, but he needs to sneeze from whatever cause and it gets stuck. She might decide to have a little more fun playing with him since she has the chance,,, maybe even using a feather from a masquerade mask/costume or a quill?

Hello! So I uh... I saw this when it first came in, and I intended to answer fast but... honestly just kept coming back and reading it~ You have so many good ideas here!~ (also been on a little 'not motivated' kick, so been a lot less active~)

In order to not flood the feed, I'll stick my answers under a cut!~ But I'll say here, genuinely... that last one... I'm a little dizzy from now much I adore that >///< now get ready for some rambling! (V/anitas No C/arte Spoilers Under Cut!!)

ALRIGHT~ Now that the readmore's out of the way, let's get into this.

Firstly, the!! snow!!! I'm not a super heavy whump/general sickness person but... fevered Vanitas...? A little out of breath~ I so completely agree that if one goes down, so does the other. Noe catches something and Vanitas quarantines him to a hotel room. Vanitas only enters the room once. Vanitas is sick as a dog the next day <3 (he complains the ENTIRE time, but... hey... weirdly enough, now that he's sick... seems the 'stay AWAY from me' has faded into a light 'mmmmpf. fine.' weird how that works~)

And the girls taking care of themmmm! Even if both aren't sick, I can totally see one calling the 'other's girl' like "come get this IDIOT to take his STUPID medicine!!" (or in Noe's case, "Hey... so I don't think he's gonna let me give him the- I said give me a mINUTE pleAse! The medicine... he uh- tried to bite me last time I tried-")

Or, alternatively, the girls trying to watch over their sick boys, just to realize the only way to actually get anything done without constant nagging, complaining, and moping, is to let the idiots be together. Funny, given how adamant they were just the other day that they 'never wanted to be in the same room again'. And yet, the only time they'll sleep is when the other's safely in the same room.

And then the perfume... lord knows I've thought about that- I'm definitely more of a Vanitas girlie but uh... Noe could use a little suffering too <3 And then the girls?? ugh- just so many possibilities. And, selfishly because, ~Vanitas Girlie~ the idea of him mocking Noe mercilessly for having a fit from the person's perfume, just to succumb to a few stifles of his own from mere proximity. And, ofc, Noe would never find humour in that. (aka: he laughed, and Vanitas punched him~)

And uh... that last one... yeah nothing more to be said than I still in fact lose my actual genuine mind any time I think about it~ Vanitas, always in control, smug, arrogant, being knocked down a peg... and by Domi...? Ahahaha~ Let's just say yes <3

As a gift for making it this far, have a Vanitas~ (I did say this would be long-)

Now onto some of my own hcs or thoughts~ Pulling out the google doc again hehe~ let's do this bullet point style, then throw a few scenarios I had considered on at the end~

Vanitas:

★ Tells Noe (or most anyone) to shut up if he gets blessed

★ Regardless, will pout if he doesn't get blessed (including if he just told them to stop)

★ Enjoys most blessings, despite pretending he doesn't, but French ones will always make him blush a little~ (Noe mostly goes for a classic English, Domi figures out first that the French gets Vanitas, she debates telling Noe for about 3 days)

★ Has allergies <3 Hates, and I do mean hates that he has allergies

★ Wants to fit in with the rich crowd, but he's very sensitive to their strong perfumes and colognes, sometimes feels like he's allergic to nobility itself

★ Usually prepared, whether that's medication, avoiding settings, or setting his will in place to get through without a single symptom presenting itself

★ Despite all this, he almost never has tissues on him. Doesn't believe in handkerchiefs for anything but watering eyes or dabbing at blood, and even if he does use them, they're a 'one-and-done' deal in his mind

★ Allergic to certain types of flowers, but put him in a setting with enough of them and you'll get a reaction (aka: Waterfall wishes that scene had an allergic twist, and you know what? in my mind it does <3)

★ Not actually that prone to sickness, but when he goes down he goes down hard (and Noe will always catch it too, despite how careful they both try to be)

★ Will somehow play up every single symptom for attention, and also feign ignorance when presented with any genuine concern. A mixture of "I'b dyigggg-" and "I'b fide, shud ub." At the same time. And yes, this does get unbelievably irritating, and honestly... that's kinda the point </3

★ Cannot stand having a fever around other people, which is part of the reason he hates getting sick so often. He's quite prone to them~

Noe:

☆ Compulsive blesser, and this applies to himself as well. The only time he might miss a blessing is if he's offering an 'excuse me' instead

☆ Yes, he even blesses in the midst of battle, much to Vanitas's utter infuriation (and being around him so much, Vanitas has slipped up a few times and offered his own blessing. Noe adores this, Vanitas despises it~)

☆ Doesn't have an actual allergies (which pisses Vanitas off) but does have a few vampire-specific sensitives, as well as... I kinda love the idea of like- if he's reading a memory where someone felt certain... sensations... he feels them too?~

☆ While he doesn't have allergies, he does get sick quite often. Which Vanitas finds utterly insufferable, similiar to anything this poor man does <3 because you're a VaMpIre?!?! How are you this WEAk???

☆ Noe will always get sick if Vanitas does, but the opposite doesn't apply. While it's more than likely Vanitas will catch it too, there have been a few cases he doesn't. Noe however? Poor lad has not evaded a single illness one of his friends has befallen

☆ While he's not allergic, his nose is still sensitive, especially to touch. Feathers, flowers, even just a finger, all will work wonders when gently brushed against his delicate bridge or flaring nostrils~

☆ He's fairly similar to Vanitas in the illness department, at least in of that he will complain, a bit of a whining mess, but will still insist on coming along to every adventure

☆ Where he differes is that he won't deny any of the symptoms, and will openly admit how unwell he feels, just refuses that to be a valid reason not to join

☆ He's quite clingy when feeling unwell, and was genuinely surprised to find how much attention Vanitas will, albeit begrudengly, give him

☆ Domi has a specific gesture she does when he feels unwell, running her hands along his hair, down this cheeks, along his neck, and up the bridge of his nose. She learned it from Louis. Vanitas sees her doing it one night, and notices the way neither of them can quite seem to meet the other's eye. He never says a word, but the next time Noe's down with a vicious fever, he's surprised to feel the same familiar touch, despite Domi being far away on business. They never speak of it

☆ Canonically he has trouble sleeping if he isn't holding onto something, so... ofc this means that he's prone to waking up with a fit into his pillow, or whatever unfortunate victim he's currently clinging onto when sick~

A Few Scenarios:

✦ The flower scene, but Vanitas is a bit more allergic than he'd like to admit. Who will be the first to notice? Or, will he be be able to hide it at all? There's more important things to focus on, for all of them, and yet... maybe this is the perfect change to take care of something they can fix~

✦ The Day Noe Found Out About Vanitas's Perfume Allergy: aka, they attend a fancy party, but Noe notices Vanitas often sneaking off. More than that, he's acting weird. Quieter than usual. Noe confronts him, and Vanitas brushes it off, but... are- are his shoulders shaking? Is he... crying..?? Nope, turns out he's sneezing, these... little squeaks that seem to be doing nothing to satiate the ever-growing tickle. Jeez, even Noe's eyes are watering at this point. Time for a little intervention

✦ Noe gets sick for the first time, and Vanitas learns that his bodyguard may need a little guarding of his own. (Cue some chaos, some caretaking, and some comfort. Turns out Vanitas isn't as cold as he may come acrross, at least, not when he's certain Noe won't remember it in the morning~)

✦ Every. Single. Time. Noe. Sneeze. It. Scares. Vanitas. And you know what? Maybe it's time for a little payback. (aka: Vanitas tries to induce Noe, figuring if he has to be freaked out, and embarrassed, well... he should get to have some fun too. Backfires splendidly, turns out even when he's the cause, the volume is still enough to make Vanitas jump. Cue some playfully annoyed banter~)

Aaaaand if you made it to the end of this, well... sorry for the essay, but I hope this was worth the wait!! And that you can enjoy at least some of it~ I've not been in the writing mindset lately, but I do hope to get around to these boys someday, they just... they need some sneeziness, they just do <3

#waterfallasks #waterfall snzarios #waterfall snzcanons #waterfallrambles #by god i put so MANY words in this ahahaha #I'm?? so sorry?? ackhgak~#but hopefully it's welcome!! god i need to rewatch this show now ahaha~

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badass-at-fandoming · 10 months

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New World of Darkness Tabletop Books!

On June 9, 2023, Renegade Con hosted a "Stream of Darkness" as part of Renegade Con: Summer Special Edition. Jason Carl interviewed producer Kevin Schluter about upcoming World of Darkness books. Please everyone join me in the internal screaming.

The whole stream was uploaded to Youtube here.

The tl:dr: Vampire Player's Guide has soft updates, Thin-Blood Alchemy and Blood Sorcery grimoire (!!!!), Tabletop supplement on how to incorporate romance into Vampire (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), Hunters Dark Academia supplement (???), Official Werewolf Dice

Vampire: the Masquerade - Player's Guide

Includes all Clan info and mechanics in one book

Revamps (lol) some Disciplines like Presence and Animalism

Provides alternate Clan Banes

Order here

Vampire: the Masquerade - Blood Sigils

Provides new Blood Sorcery and Thin-Blood Alchemy Powers and Rituals

Provides story hooks to center magic in the chronicle

Pre-order here; should be available in Q4

Hunter: the Reckoning - Lines Drawn in Blood

Four new Story Hooks

They can be linked into one chronicle or played as separate scenarios

Previously mentioned in Renegade Con in March 2023 here

Order here

Vampire: the Masquerade - Bloodstained Love

For Players and Storytellers to add, escalate, deescalate, and/or turn tragic romance in Vampire

Provides 6 romancable Storyteller Characters with a variety of genders. Schluter mentioned the cast has she/her, he/him, they/them (singular), and they/them (plural) pronouns

Lots of emphasis put on consent, safety, respect, and comfort of players and Storyteller

Adds new Merits and Flaws, like "Up All Night" which temporarily raises a character's Humanity (dunno how I feel about that)

Adds New Discipline Powers, like "Wingman," which temporarily projects Presence powers to another person

Adds new romantic Blood Sorcery Ritual and Oblivion Ceremony (???)

Suggests off-table play techniques like writing love letters

Pre-order here; expected Q4 release

Hunter: the Reckoning - Alma Maters

Provides 4 large stories hooks set in academic situations around the world. Not necessarily a university! Trade schools, online etc too

Includes research resources and Antagonists. There's an emphasis on investigation, not violence

New player options that lean into an academic background

Ivy League of Darkness lol

Pre-order here; expected Q4 release

Werewolf: the Apocalypse Official Dice Set

Dice make brain go brrrr

Order here

Werewolf: the Apocalypse, Fifth Edition - Core Rulebook is coming! You can pre-order and download a PDF of free sneak peeks here. Carol and Schluter talked about Pack roles and filled out a character sheet during the stream.

Anyway,

#vampire the masquerade #hunter the reckoning #werewolf the apocalypse #vtm #htr #wta #world of darkness #wod #v5 #vtm player's guide #vtm blood sigils #htr lines drawn in blood #vtm bloodstained love #htr alma maters #dice #text post

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persnicketypomelo · 10 months

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Phantom of the Opera Masterlist

General

Taking care of him as a child

Vampire Erik

Encountering Erik in catacombs

Different Eriks pursuing reader

Attending a masquerade ball with the phantom

Draping your jacket around the phantom

Hugging the phantom at his level

Staying with the phantom

Thoughts on the Schumacher movie

Phantom with "disfigured" reader

Erik's reaction to being unmasked

Christine and phantom love triangle pt 2

Christine and phantom love triangle pt 1

Being entranced by his voice

Musical

Phantom with someone with physical imperfections

Preferred physical touch

Pet names

Cuddling Phantom

Kissing the phantom pt 2

Kissing the phantom pt 1

Unmasking the phantom

Musical vs book phantom pt 1

Leroux

Carrying the phantom

Phantom with someone with physical imperfections

Sitting next to the phantom

Erik growing up headcanons

Preferred physical touch

Pet names

Cuddling Phantom

Kissing the phantom pt 2

Skin flare up scenario

Kissing the phantom pt 1

Unmasking the phantom

Musical vs book phantom pt 2

Charles Dance

Sitting next to the phantom

Preferred physical touch

Cuddling Phantom

Kissing the phantom pt 2

Charles Dance phantom headcanons

1943 Movie

1943 Phantom headcanons

Winslow Leach

Yandere Winslow Leach headcanons

#masterlist #poto

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scarletta-ruan · 1 year

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Beautiful flower just for you [Nikolai Gogolx Fem!Reader]

WARNING: OOC, soft!characters, reader is a lady of the family, vampire!character

TYPE: Oneshort, fluff

PAIRING: Vampire!Nikolai Gogol x fem!Young lady!reader

WORDCOUNTS: 2k9+ words

NOTES: Thanks for 100 followers, I decided to write it after post an idea on Tumblr. The idea is here. I also open a request box when I hit my first 100 followers too, read the rules here.

I also have another scenario is waiting for me to finish too.

Oh my, you are as beautiful as the moonlight. The charming flower crown is matched for you, young lady.

“Miss, you received a letter.”

The maid appeared at the door of your room and said, you were reading a book when you heard her voice. You lifted your head up from the book, and when you saw the maid, you stood up and walked to her right away. The maid gave you the letter by both of her hands, you took the letter from her and said.

“You may leave, thank you.”

The maid whispered thank you then disappeared. You checked the letter from behind and back just to find out who would send you a letter, when you noticed a name was written neatly on the envelope.

From the [Last name] family.

You chuckled in despair when you read your last name, it used to be your home but not until now, when you were set in an arranged wedding just for them to exchange the freedom. You were a young lady from the [Last name] family which is one of the longest noble families in the area you live. Sounds great for the poor people who often wish that they could become like you, but they were misunderstanding. But they did not understand how you feel when living in a family like this.

In front of people’ eyes, they became perfect parents, always wanting to take care of you and not let you do anything which they are unable, but deep inside their heart you were nothing but an exchange for them to have a good life. You were brought up by their saying of when you were old enough they would get you to marry the person you did not love.

And that led to your current husband.

The other things that you did not realize that they made you marry a vampire. You knew this man when you were a child, he always came to your family mansion just to meet your father to do some of their business. You met him several times before you got married.

“Hey, what are you reading, lady?”

You startled when you heard a voice behind your back, nearly dropping the letter in your hand. When you tried to turn around, that person slowly put their hand on your waist to pull you closer to their body. The cold temperature made you shiver when your body got to lean against them, you realized that immediately.

“W-Welcome home Sir.”

“I’m home.”

Nikolai said when he leaned his chin on your shoulder. His mismatched eyes looked at the envelope in your hand, curiously. Then he asked.

“What’s in your hand, Dove?”

“Nothing, just some of the paper needs to be thrown away.”

You said then put the letter inside of your dress pocket. Nikolai looked at your side profile when you said that, you felt his arms grabbed around your waist tightly then he said.

“Young lady doesn’t lie, little lady [Last name].”

You sighed then took out the letter you were hiding, you showed him the name of the sender on the envelope. When Nikolai learned that this kind of letter was from your family he said.

“A letter from your loving family? Well, I don’t expect them to send you a letter like this.”

“Me too.” You agreed with him, your eyes now paying attention to the envelope, as you continued. “Shall I open it?”

“Depending on you, Dove.”

Nikolai said, his eyes did not leave the envelope, if this kind of letter is the reason why you were sad he would storm up with the whole of your family. When Nikolai was planning you opened the envelope and took a card out of it, you turned to the letter side. A beautiful handwriting that you recognized right away when you looked at it, you read outloud the card.

“The [Last name] family masquerade?”

You frowned when you read the first line, you wondered why they celebrate a masquerade during these days. You tried to remember if there were any important days that you forgot, but you had no clue, when you read the next line you finally understood.

“To introduce the wife of the young master of the [Last name] family?”

You sighed, they never cared about how you were during these days but they sent you a letter to ask you to join the family masquerade.

“Do you want to join in?”

Nikolai asked you when he looked at your side profile, your face seemed like you were lost in your mind now. You crumpled the letter in your hand then tossed it inside your dress pocket, you leaned your head on his chest and said.

“I guess I will join it with you.”

You showed up with his name written neatly on the line.

Sincerely invite Duke Nikolai Gogol and his wife.

“Thank you.”

You received a glass of wine when you stood alone in the party, people kept having their own gossip with the others and there were some of them approached to asked or talked to you. You felt uncomfortable when joining your own family, just felt like you were going to become a young lady of the [Last name] family again.

Nikolai was going to meet a person he needed to meet in this masquerade so he told you to stand there and waited here for him. You took a sip of wine when you looked at the people who were standing in here, beside the people talking to each other, you could hear a Waltz music which was playing over and over. And overthere, you could see some couples dancing together.

“Oh, I thought that you would never join our masquerade.”

A voice suddenly raised to make you turn around, a young boy that you had known a long time ago just before you left this [Last name] family. You narrowed your eyes behind your own mask and a smirk appeared on your face when you recognized that person, you said.

“Ah, long time no see, my little brother is growing up fastly, I guess.”

“And young lady [Name] doesn’t change after a long time we don’t interact with each other right?”

Your young brother asked. Suddenly you guys chuckled when you finished asking, you raised your own glass of wine to him and said.

“Congratulations on your growing up, kiddo.”

“Thank you, older sister.”

The clinging sound of the wine glass resounded gently in the air, you looked at the person opposite you and said.

“So the old man forced you to marry? To continue his idiot family tradition, right?”

“Yeah, I am sick of his talking everyday that I had to get married a lot.”

Your young brother replied, he then looked at your [color] orbs which were hidden behind the charming mask and asked.

“So… dear sister, what do you do during these days? Does your husband treat you well?”

“Duke Nikolai is good, beside the problem that he was a vampire so he needs to have my blood everyday.” You stopped for a while then continued. “He still takes care of me really well.”

“Glad that you are feeling better.”

You frowned when you looked at your young brother, you could see his eyes were sparkling as if they were smiling at you behind his mask. He could understand right away that you did not get what he was saying so your brother said.

“You said about him with your sparkling eyes, sister. Before leaving this family, your eyes don’t have any colors or happiness in it.”

“So am I?”

You said to him, your brother nodded his head to confirm that. You smiled with him and hitted gently on his arms.

“Thanks, you better visit me next time you come to our mansion.”

“Okay, dear sister.” Your young brother chuckled then his eyes noticed at the stair of the ballroom then he looked at you and said. “See you later, sister.”

You nodded your head when he started walking, your young brother also nodded his head before he disappeared in the crowd. After your brother you left a long sigh then put the glass of wine on the tray of the servant who was standing nearby and left the ballroom. You step out of the room then walk to the balcony outside of the room.

The cold wind brushed your [color] hair when you were standing at the balcony looking at the beautiful night sky in front of your eyes. You slowly took off your own mask, you were really tired when joining a masquerade party just like this. You closed your eyes to feel the wind rubbing your face, your body leaned on the railing, the cool air seemed to have its own way to calm you down a lot. After standing here for a moment you decided to put your mask back on, it was time for you to get inside the masquerade again.

You suddenly quivered when you felt there was a cold temperature on your neck. This party was one of the most dangerous masquerade if humans like you did not be careful. Almost all the noble families in this area were vampires, so humans always needed to be aware of them if they did not want to die. You turned around right away and saw a hand appear through the portal, you realized it right away. You chuckled and said.

“Sir Nikolai, is that you? Are you here, Sir?”

“My, my, my young lady is too sharp, she can realize her own husband right away, right?”

A familiar voice resounded behind your back, you turned around immediately just to see Nikolai was sitting on the railing where you had just leaned on a moment before. You could see his eyes which were showing off some tricks in them through the mask. His hand through the portal gently rubbed your head and he said.

“Don’t you enjoy the masquerade without me, Dovey?”

“Not quite much.” You replied, gave him a smile on your face, you continued. “I feel empty when you aren’t here with me, Sir. Seems like…”

You took a step closer to Nikolai who was still sitting on the railing, tipped your toes then gave him a kiss on his cold lips.

“I miss you, Sir.”

You whispered to him. Nikolai right away put both of his arms around you to make you lean on his chest. When you left his lips Nikolai slowly took off your masquerade mask and whispered.

“This mask hides your beauty, love. And also, I am not interested in wearing a masquerade mask, so… will you take it off for me?”

You nodded your head then you took off his masquerade mask, Nikolai’s mismatched eyes looked at you gently. You loved his beautiful mismatched eyes a lot, somehow those eyes made you feel safe when you were looking at them. Nikolai suddenly placed a kiss on your cheek, then he put one of his hands on your other cheek and said.

“Still as beautiful as I remember.”

Your cheeks glowed red when you heard Nikolai say it. Of course, you still remembered what he called remember, to be clear that was you two first time meeting.

“Sister, you need to get back to the masquerade or the old man will be mad at you.”

The young boy kept chasing and talking with you while you were holding up your own prom dress and tried to get out of him. You then stopped and turned around, that made the young boy fall if he did not stop immediately, you hissed.

“Don’t you dare talk about that stupid old man again? I am sick of his damn saying, if he is gonna do anything to me I would piss him off.”

You left the boy behind and tried to escape that place, now you were standing in the garden where you could see the light of the ballroom and the Waltz music was resounding into your ears. You were getting tired just because of those traditions that your father setted up for you and for the whole family, he made you marry the one you did not know his face neither you did not have any emotions for him just because he helped your family and had big affection in front of the public.

You sat down on your knees, buried your face in your crossed arms, you cried quietly. How many times did you cry when you were a child, you did not know. You hated this kind of life a lot, you thought if you got married with someone else you would escape from this house and maybe if that man did not love you, you would leave him and have a normal life, you thought.

“Hey, why are you crying here?”

A man's voice resounded made you startled, both of your arms hurriedly wiped away the tears on your face. You did not want anybody else to see you were crying, but that person seemed fast, you could feel he was standing behind you. You felt a hand touching your head, when you lifted your head up just to say.

“I’m alright Sir, you don’t have to worried about m-”

Your eyes opened wide when you saw a hand appear in the portal instead of that person standing in front of you. You turned around and saw a man with a half black and white mask on his face, you could see his elegant smirk was on his lips, he asked.

“Young lady, what’s wrong, I don’t mind if you tell me.”

You stood up, wiping the dust on your dress away when you faced him, the other hand of yours tried to clear all of the tears on your face. You said.

“I am sick of my family, I hope I will be able to leave them.”

“Oh, I understand it. You were forced with lots of traditions of your own house, am I right, young lady?”

That man said politely, you nodded your head. This person understood your idea really quickly, he seemed like he knew all about you even though… you had not met him before. He smiled when he looked into your eyes through the mask. You could see his mismatched beautiful eyes behind the mask, that was when the man bowed down made you surprised, he raised a hand up to you and said.

“Shall I invite you for a dance?”

“O-Oh, you should be careful of me. Because…” You stopped for a while, hesitated to take his hand then you continued. “...I can’t dance as nicely as other people in my family, I might step on your feet, Sir.”

“Don’t worry, I will help you, young lady.”

The man lifted his head up, and said. You slowly took his hand, he immediately held your hand and his other hand placed on your waist then he started dancing when the Waltz in the ballroom had just started playing another one. You were panicking with him but you felt that he was slowly waiting for you to dance, not to rush, but not to slow, his speed was nearly for you to catch.

When the music flew up he lifted you by grabbing your waist and spinning three times, that was the hard one in dancing, no one could do it except they were professional in dancing. You now could see his overall, white-longed hair was braiding neatly, his mismatched eyes sparkling under the moonlight. His beauty made your heart miss a beat, how beautiful he is. He might be an Angel, not a real Angel but maybe the decay one.

When his hand touched your hand again, you could feel his cold temperature on your hand. He seemed so fragile…

You thought to yourself when you continued dancing with him, when the Waltz was done he left your hand and with a turn with his cape, you did not see him anymore.

“You didn’t even tell me your name or nothing, Sir. You just disappeared and then returned back to our mansion and said that you are my fiance.”

You chuckled when you talked with Nikolai, he switched the place between you two. Now he was standing on the floor of the balcony while you were sitting on the railing. He said.

“I just want to meet my fiancee before I ask to marry her.”

Your cheeks were glowing red when your forehead leaned on his one. Nikolai smiled when he looked at you then he said.

“Dovey, I have a present for you.”

You tilted your head when you heard him say, then you felt something had just put on your head. That was when you raised your head up to touch the things on your head, a flower crown was placed on your head. You were surprised when he did it, Nikolai smiled when he looked at you.

“Beautiful flowers for beauty, love. You deserve it.”

“Th-Thanks, Sir.”

You smiled gently when you looked at him again.

Nikolai slowly looked at you in your eyes, he really wanted to protect you, not to make you hurt for any reason. He would kill anyone who laid their fingers on you immediately. Nikolai helped you to get down from the railing, placed your mask on your face again. He also put his mask on his face and said.

“I guess that we have to continue the masquerade, love.”

You nodded your head, agreed with what he was saying. Nikolai raised his hand for you to hold him, you immediately took it in your hand. He felt warm when your palm rubbed against him, for somehow he also used to this kind of warmth of yours.

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