«Her bark extinguished the candle flames. The light vanished, replaced by smoke. Yangchen’s features were blanked out in the darkness, and the hallway lamps outside cast her heavy silhouette in the frame of the entryway. It was like she had an alcove to herself already»
There’s a moment where you see there’s still deep attraction here.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice // Brennan Lee Mulligan, Fantasy High: Junior Year // Lev St. Valentine, THIS IS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU // Lev St. Valentine, HOPE YOU’RE WELL. PLEASE DON’T READ THIS. // Mitski, I’m Your Man // Siobhan Thompson, Brennan Lee Mulligan, & Ally Beardsley, Fantasy High: Junior Year // Trista Mateer, You Couldn’t Just Leave? // Steven Espada Dawson, Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother’s Heart // Natalie Diaz, Wolf OR-7 // Ally Beardsley & Brennan Lee Mulligan, Fantasy High: Junior Year
Enjoy this T4T smutty Devil's Minion fic that I wrote for Vamptember 2023 but I'm too impatient to wait until September to post it.
Read Delectable in full on Ao3
And thanks to @butchybats for the beta!!
Rating: Explicit
Tags: devil’s minion, Trans Armand, Trans Daniel Molloy, t4t, Armand is gonna fuck that old man, Choking, Fingering, Face-Sitting, Blood Drinking
“You should leave,” though Daniel’s voice quavered slightly at the sight of the vampire before him, he stood his ground. He might’ve been staying in Armand’s penthouse, but this was his room, and let’s face it, it wasn’t as though he could’ve gone anywhere else in Dubai. He could probably use Google Translate or some shit to get by the language barrier but -
“Is that what you want,” Armand’s voice was smooth as his words cut off Daniel's train of thought. He took a step into the room, unblinking eyes pinning Daniel down to where he sat on the edge of the bed, just in his boxers and partially buttoned shirt. “Or if you’d prefer, I could reserve a room for you at the nearest hotel and have a car take you there - to avoid the language barrier.” Armand's eyes flashed with delight as Daniel's expression alternated with surprise and irritation.
“Stay out of my head,” Daniel growled, but as Armand advanced a step closer, he didn’t protest, nor did he agree to leaving in favor of a hotel. The interview wasn’t finished, after all. Daniel had to stay. This can’t have been for nothing. Yet as Armand stalked forward, stopping only when their knees were only inches apart, Daniel couldn’t speak the words he knew he should be saying: Leave me the hell alone.
“Do you really want me to leave, Daniel,” Armand asked again, a small smirk curling up the corners of his mouth. “I will, if you only ask.”
Daniel swallowed hard, certain that Armand could hear the click of his throat as he did. Knowing him, the bastard could probably hear the sweat beading at the back of his neck.
Armand gave a soft laugh, “My hearing isn’t that good, Daniel. But you certainly smell delectable .”
Tags: Post-Canon, Sci-Fi Elements, Could be read as gen or romantic idk, Immortal Napoleon Solo, Temporary Character Death, Hurt Napoleon Solo, Napoleon Solo Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Gunshot Wounds
Notes: WELL it's been a while since I've written something for the immortal Napoleon series, I'd missed it! This one is a little different, because Napoleon has actually never died before, so this is as much of a surprise for him as it is for Illya LOL. Enjoy!
(This is part of a series of stand-alone fics exploring the same general premise in different ways, because it has a lot of potential for whump. You don't need to read the others to follow this, though I'd say that the first fic in the series might have the most in-depth explanation of Napoleon's situation.)
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He doesn’t immediately realize what happened, when he hears a gunshot and something slams against his back. The pain explodes belatedly, when he has already taken a stumbling step forward, trying to regain his balance, and then he can’t breathe.
The world starts tilting, but he’s caught before he can hit the ground, more gunshots resounding around him before two arms are wrapped tightly around his chest, pulling him back and easing him down.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Illya frantically says against his ear, pushing down against his back and chest. He chokes out a scream with all the voice he has left, which is admittedly not much, but the pressure doesn’t relent, and his head spins. “Just hold on, it’s going to be okay.”
It’s not. He doesn’t need to be lucid to know, it’s not.
He’s dying, he thinks hysterically, he just got shot and he’s dying.
Shaken by a full-body shudder, he leans back farther against Illya, because everything is beginning to feel numb around him, and he doesn’t want to get cold.
Illya is saying something else. The words don’t seem to reach him above the thundering in his ears, but it doesn’t matter, he likes the sound of Illya’s voice: it keeps him company, keeps him warm, just like the arms enveloping him in this weird, desperate hug.
independent & selective multi - muse blog housing several characters that i've collected over the years. most started out as canon & over time , just became basically an oc. contains heavy , possibly triggering things , so please read rules before following or interacting. penned by heathyn.
This moment when you create a new species for the world you're making, but you build up your world so much in such a way that the species you created wouldn't make sense to exist in this world
This isn't an AU in the normal sense but more like who would sing which character's songs based on voice
And only two have a definite answer and even that gets flimsy
Musical: Broadway Anastasia
Sonia/Amy= Anya (Listen the Dimya songs can be between Sonic and Amy and everything else can be Sonia ok)
Sonic= Dimitri (need I say more)
Knuckles ????= Vlad (the first one where no character really fits voice wise)
Shadow= Gleb (It makes no sense whatsoever but Quartet at the Ballet from Gleb and Dimitri's Once a Upon a December esque section to the end of the song *chefs kiss*)
????= Dowager Empress Marie (Yeah no one really fits her)
Rouge = Lily (only if Knuckles is Vlad but the vibes)
So this musical has a death grip on my brain and especially "Quartet at the Ballet", "Stay, I Pray You", "Crowd of Thousands", and "Still/The Neva Flows (Reprise)"
the worst part about being an adult is thay its no longer socially acceptable to just roll down a really big hill and then run back up it and roll back down again. "oh is this a syphilis metaphor" passerby would ask. "is this for a tick tock". no i just wanna come home covered in dirt and scratches and bask in the the solace of childlike mirth
academic bias is so funny because you’ll be reading about the same historical event and one person is like “Despite the troubles that befell his homeland and near constant criticism of the court King Blorbo remained strong in the face of adversity” and the other one is like “after letting his people carry the brunt of his cringefail decisions Blorbo the Shitface refused to listen to any reason and continued to be a warmongering piece of shit. Also he was ugly.”
i appreciate the attempts a lot of game devs are making with gender neutral character creation, and i appreciate that it's actually a very difficult task to implement that depending on the game's base code. but it's so funny to me when you hear an uproar because some game has "entirely removed the gender option from character creation!!!!!" so you go to check it out and its just like