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Hey! I'm thinking of reading Dracula, and knowing that's your eternal hyperfixation, I wanted to ask your thoughts, if you had any comments, suggestions, ect.

HEY WHY DIDN’T I SEE THIS SOONER I’M SO SORRY FRIEND

okay okay okay okay (...several people are typing...) SO

the first thing you should be aware of when reading Dracula is that it’s quite Victorian, so you might find it easier, especially on a first read, to get an annotated version (the Norton Critical Edition version is quite good) that puts footnotes in to explain all the outdated references to like, London penny-meat merchants and stuff. I would say it’s significantly easier to read than Lord of the Rings, but because it was written 200 years ago the difference in language means it’s not a simple read. (However, if you have absolutely any attraction to the Gothic aesthetic, Dracula is so very much worth the brainpower to slog through the rougher sentences. Like. “...the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the moonlit sky.” The whole book is like that. A bit stilted to contemporary readers, but also breathtakingly spot-on in its Spooky Factor.)

the second thing you should be aware of is that Dracula is extremely gay, but in a Tormented Victorian Closeted way. There’s a part where Jonathan climbs out a window that just. It’s uh. The descriptions are very,, metaphorical-sounding. Again, the whole book is like that, and sometimes it’s very fun and sometimes (lookin at Lucy’s whole thing) it’s significantly more unsettling if you pay attention to the weirdly sexy descriptions of how the protagonists interact with the vampires, but I think that’s part of what I find so fascinating about Dracula--it’s unsettling and strange and the pieces don’t fit together clearly, and I still don’t know quite what to make of it, but all the same the feeling of what Stoker’s saying comes through quite clearly. There’s a reason why so many Dracula adaptations have this narrative of a protagonist falling in forbidden love with the tormented Vampyre, yknow? There’s something so unmistakeably sympathetic about the character of Dracula, even when the narrative of the story goes out of its way to establish that he has no redeeming qualities or even proper personhood, that he’s just a monster. Because there’s something about the story (even without getting into the whole “Mina and Jon murked their boss” thing) that makes a reader wonder if that’s really the whole truth. If there isn’t something tragic about Dracula. If there isn’t something in him, if not of goodness, then at least of sorrow, instead of only fear.

Anyway I digress but I think we all knew that was gonna happen; point is: Jonathan and Dracula definitely had sex, Mina and Lucy were definitely in love, Seward’s got something weird goin on with the old professor (and also he’s just very weird, full stop. sir. sir please stop experimenting on your asylum inmates. sir i know this is victorian england but please Do Not), and Quincey, well, Quincey is an American cowboy with a bowie knife, and I think that’s all we really need to know.

ok and! the third thing you should be aware of is The Racism. Imperialist Britain, yo. Bram Stoker was Irish so like, it isn’t half as bad as some other authors of his time period (Rudyard Kipling anyone), but the racism is real and I don’t wanna gloss over that. The g**sy slur is used with abandon for a huge assortment of people groups, there’s a tacit as well as overt acceptance of the idea that West is superior to East, and because the educational system where I grew up is a joke and I can only learn things if I accidentally fall down the wikipedia hole of researching the insect genus hemiptera, i genuinely still don’t know how accurate the extensive history of Romania recounted in the first third of the book actually is. Oh also casual and blatant anti-blackness is verbalized by a character at least once. I’m pretty sure the racism has a metaphorical place in the framework of Dracula’s storytelling, but I couldn’t tell you what it is because I am not going to bother putting myself in the mindset of a racist white Victorian man. This is the mindset I am trying to unlearn. So: read with caution, critical thinking, and the double knowledge that even as the narrators are meant to be unreliable, so too is the author himself.

Finally, regarding interpretation: so personally I’m running with the opinion that Dracula is, at least partly, a metaphor for Stoker’s own queerness and internal conflict re: being queer, being closeted, and watching the torture his friend Wilde went through when the wealthy father of Wilde’s lover set out to ruin his life for daring to love his son. Whether this is true or not (I think it’s true, but hey, that’s analysis, baby), you can’t understand Dracula without knowing the social context for it (as with all literature--the author isn’t dead, not if you want to know what they were saying), and the social context for it is:

- Stoker was friends with Wilde, growing only closer after Wilde was outed

- Wilde was outed, as I said, because the father of his lover was wealthy and powerful and full of the most virulent kind of hatred. This is especially interesting because of how many rich, powerful parents just straight up die in Dracula and leave the main characters with no legal issues and a ridiculous amount of money, which is the diametrical opposite of what happened to Wilde

- Stoker idolized his mentor Henry Irving. Irving was a paradigm of unconventional relationships and self-built family, in a world where divorcees and children born out of wedlock were things to be whispered about in scandalized tones, not people to love and embrace. Irving was also famous for thriving off of manipulating those close to him and pitting friends against each other. Given the painstakingly vivid description Stoker provides for his titular vampire and how closely it matches Irving’s own appearance and demeanor, Irving was widely understood even at the time of writing to be the chief inspiration for the character of Dracula

- the book is dedicated to Stoker’s close friend, Hall Caine, a fellow writer whose stories centered around love triangles and accumulation of sins which threaten to ruin everything, only to be redeemed by the simple act of human goodness

- Stoker was Irish, but not Catholic (he was a Protestant of the Church of Ireland, a division of the Anglican Church). This may come as a surprise when you read the book and see All The Catholicism, Just Everywhere. Religion is actually a key theme in Dracula--most of the main characters start out your typical Good Victorian Anglican Skeptics, and need to learn through a trial-by-fire to trust in the rituals and relics of the Catholic Church to save them from Dracula’s evilness. Which is interesting. Because not only do these characters start off as dismissive towards these “superstitions” (in the same way they dismiss the “superstitions” of the peasant class on the outskirts of Dracula’s domain), but the narrative telling us “these superstitions are actually true!” cannot be trusted, when you know the author’s own beliefs.

(Bram Stoker is not saying what his characters are saying. This is the first and most important rule to remember, if you want to figure out Dracula.)

- The second-most famous character in the novel, after Dracula himself, is Van Helsing, whose first name is Abraham. Note that “Bram” is a declension of Abraham. What does this mean? I legitimately have no idea. But it’d be a weird coincidence, right? Like what even is the thought process there? “Oh, yeah, what should I name this character that comes in, makes overtly homoerotic statements willy nilly, and encourages everyone to throw rationality out the window and stake some vampires using the Eucharist? hmmmm how about ‘Me’”

ok wait FINAL final note: you legitimately do not have to care about any of this. I love Dracula because it has gay vibes and I love trying to figure it out, like an archaeologist sifting through sentence structure to find fragments that match the patterns I already know from historical research; but that’s not why you should love Dracula. The book itself is just straight up fun to read. Like I said, Stoker absolutely nails the exact vibe of spookiness that I love, the eerieness and elegance and vague but vivid fear of a full moon crossed by clouds at midnight. The characters are intriguing, especially Quincey gosh I love Quincey Morris but they’re very,, sweet? if i can say that about people i, personally, suspect of murder? They come together and protect each other against the terrible threat that is Dracula, and you don’t get that half as often as I’d like in horror media. I don’t even know if Dracula could qualify as “horror” proper, because it’s not about the squeamish creeping discomfort that “horror” is meant to evoke, it’s not the appeal of staring at a train wreck--it’s not horrifying. It’s eerie. It’s Gothic. It has spires and vampires and found family and cowboys, and to be honest, I don’t know what could be better than that.

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persephonyed · 3 years

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hi there ! i’m looking to expand my muse list, so i’m adding a few new characters who you can find under the cut, along with a ( very ) brief, informal lil descrip of them. i’d love to get some starters going with them and get a feel for my newbies, so give this post a like if you’re interested in a starter from any of them ! i’ll come to you for muse specificity and to maybe work out a little plot.

avery odelia cohen ! 30, bisexual, daughter of a billionaire tech mogul and murderer. ( riley keough. ) she has seen her family murder and get away with it, she has seen them steal and get away with it, so she was raised to believe she could get away with anything. like when she accidentally killed her first boyfriend in a freak drowning accident when she was sixteen? avery had no consequences. she’s terrifyingly privileged and protected by her father’s power, combined with her insanely high iq that no one suspects she has, she’s able to manipulate any situation to turn out in her favor. and more than one ‘accident’ has occurred in her life. she might even like it at this point.

callista “callie” lucia ortiz ! 36, lesbian, university professor. ( aubrey plaza. ) teaching folklore and greek mythology was definitely a choice that callie’s parents didn’t understand, but she knew it was her passion and pursued it despite their disapproval. now she’s one of the leading specialists in the field and a sought out professor at a prestigious school. but she isn’t one of the stuffy and stuck up types that typically teach at her school. and most of the time, with success comes scandal, and there are definitely rumors circulating about her around school. and she hardly does anything to dispel them; she actually tends to revel in the attention and whispers that follow her through the halls.

daphne josette byrne ! 29, bisexual, ghostwriter ( lily james. ) predominantly known on social media, it seems as if she’s an influencer in the making, but no one really knows just who daphne is. sure, the instagram ad payouts are nice, but she makes her real money ghostwriting for some of today’s most well known authors. she’s signed strict nda’s and binding contracts that will never allow her to spill the truth about the new york time’s bestseller she just write but knowing the success of her literature is rewarding enough. it allows her to live a life expressing herself as a successful writer and maintain normalcy in some twisted, modern way. but sometimes the secrecy does get old.

elisa ianthe oliveira ! 28, bisexual, university student. ( camila mendes. ) double majoring in history and musical theatre, typical indecisive elisa, she also works part-time at the local museum and writes it off for extra credit. her parents are both mega history nerds and she was raised with dates and folklore being shoved down her throat constantly. she’s blunt, dry, and hard to tell if she’s having a good time, but tends to be fun to hang out with. soothingly genuine and keeps her private life private. but once you crack her intriguing interior, you truly do unlock another level to elisa, and she has no problem being her true self around you. it just might take awhile to get there.

flynn arlo kapoor ! 35, bisexual, museum director. ( rahul kohli. ) he’s a first generation immigrant to parents who own a restaurant and work their ass off to make flynn’s life incredible and provide all the opportunities they can for him. and he hasn’t fucked up those opportunities. he finished grad school summa cum laude and was offered a position running a museum right out of school, which was his dream, so he quickly took it. he’s a big family guy and momma’s boy, and he made sure the new job was close by so he could always support his parents whenever they let him. family means everything to him, and he easily puts anyone he befriends genuinely into that catagory as well.

ingrid dorothea langley ! 26, pansexual, noblewoman. ( alicia vikander. ) much like emily dickenson, ingrid knew she was meant for more. meant for greatness. she lives every moment to it’s fullest and embraces every wild and weighty emotion she experiences. she’s full on all the time, and tends to be an open book. her sexuality is hushed in the times they live in, but she won’t ever not follow her heart where it leads. she’s optimistic and looks for the best in people and situations, and journals just about every moment in her life. she’s determined to never live a dull moment.

peyton celeste kimura ! 22, queer, ballet student. ( kaylee bryant. ) focused is the best word to describe peyton. she’s always lived in her sisters shadow, from attending the same school to now living up to her quite infamous career, peyton does everything she can to be better. ballet is her life and she doesn’t let anything or anyone get in the way of her success. she’s insanely naturally gifted in the arts, but with the way she trains, you know that she has always doubted just how good she is. very hard on herself, never gives herself a break, and lets few people in. but cares deeply when she does.

malia beckett dixon ! 34, bisexual, director. ( tessa thompson. ) malia truly knows what it’s like to find fame in a small town, having gotten ‘discovered’ her senior year of high school by a wealthy talent scout. she was swept away and appropriately funded to make her first indie film on a professional level, and hasn’t stopped producing award-winning films since then. she’s humble and emotional and uniquely in tune with who she is as a person and an artist. fame hasn’t gotten to her head but she does tend to get buried in her work and lose track of her personal life and relationships because of it.

marguerite “marty” alejandra gallardo ! 30, lesbian, social worker. ( eiza gonzales. ) having loving parents who died at a young age, marty was left to fend for herself and her younger sister while they grew up in the system. living through it, she decided to take on a career that could help out and change children’s lives for the better, while also fostering a healthier life for her and her sister. she is an internally emotional person, and finds it hard to bottle up her feelings as much as she would like. she’s intelligent and her sister is her world, she would never let anything happen to her.

sabina ines caldeira ! 21, pansexual, university student and heiress. ( alba baptista. ) raised in europe to wealthy parents who made their fortune off the vineyard she grew up on, sabine is the epitome of aesthetic spanish summers spent wine drunk and lusting for freedom. she’s pursuing life outside of that fantasy while going to school before having to learn the family business. luckily she loves the empire she will one day be taking over. free spirited and naive, she seems like you could walk all over her, but you might want to think twice about that.

siena anne norwood ! 28, pansexual, vampire. ( florence pugh. ) she was turned in the height of the tudor era, a place where she sat on the king’s lap and thrived in court, but she wronged someone in power who targetted her as their next victim. the feeding didn’t go as planned and siena ended up becoming a vampire, and honestly prefers this life to her former one. she’s old and strong and much smarter and conniving than she lets on. she loves to fuck around and mess with people and has only met few who actually impact her life. truly little remorse for her actions.

sebastian anthony hernandez ! ( nathan wallace — repo the genetic opera ) 28, heterosexual, repo man. ( sean teale. ) he works for a mysterious employer who sebastian only met when they made a mysterious donation for his heart surgery. the anonymous donor saved his life and pays well, so he doesn’t complain. he has a two year old daughter who isn’t in his custody to provide for and does whatever her can to make sure she’s always taken care of no matter how shitty the job. he doesn’t let anyone close to him for fear they will get hurt and he’s upset he can’t let anyone know his full self.

#indie rp #indie bi rp #indie horror rp #indie lesbian rp #indie supernatural rp #i know there's a lot but..........i need them #and i really want more people to write with!

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iamtwilighttrash · 5 years

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My Breaking Dawn

BACKGROUND: I am rewriting Breaking Dawn the way I think it should have been written. To preface, please note that in my Twilight universe:

1) Jacob and Bella were never anything more than friends. In New Moon, they were nothing more than brother/sister-ish friends. In Eclipse, Jake and Edward actually became good friends, and he was ecstatic to hear about the wedding. (NO KISS EVER OCCURRED)

2) Angela is more present in Bella’s life. This is very important to me.

3) Edward and Bella have basically the same relationship: he still left her in New Moon, they’re still the classic/mushy/everlasting romance type, etc. BUT they also are young, they have more fun with one another, and Bella knows how to hold her own a little bit.

4) Bella is much more integrated into Cullen life/family. She, Jasper, and Emmett are closer, and there is no tension between her and Rosalie after Eclipse.

5) Edward does not buy Bella a new car. I like her truck, and so does she, and Jacob and Rosalie are around to fix it up.

6) Please assume that Charlie found out about the engagement in the same way as in the original. I don’t feel like rewriting that, and I thought that it fit the narrative well.

7) Jacob has long hair. This might seem insignificant, but it isn’t, and it means something to me.

Anyway, I’m going to jump right in! I hope you enjoy my Breaking Dawn.

(Stephenie Meyer OBVIOUSLY owns these characters and the saga. I’m just adding my creative aesthetic spin to it. Some elements will be incredibly similar in wording to the original, but for the most part I am entirely rewriting it)

CHAPTER ONE

I was getting married. I was getting married. I was getting married. Tomorrow. So soon, my head spun.

I paced around Alice’s bedroom, the sound of my socked feet just whispers to my own ears; to my vampire family, I probably sounded like an entire marching band. Alice was perched on the edge of her bed, Rosalie beside her, both of them bemused and statue-still. Esme flitted anxiously by my side. Her soft, sincere face broke my firm resolve to bolt from the door.

“Bella, honey, you’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” she murmured gently, slender fingers framing my face to stop me. I met her gaze, certain I appeared frantic.

I’m getting married! This was the final fitting. I would have to look at myself in the mirror, in the elegant gown of eggshell white, and see a stranger looking back. “Esme, what if its all...wrong?” Before Esme could answer, Alice surged to her feet and gripped my hands. Her touch was stone-cold, hard, but gentle. It soothed me marginally.

“It will be fine Bella, go to your happy place.” Rosalie sashayed to the corner, a vision of grace, to grab the satin dress. The color complimented her skin and hair beautifully. She would make a stunning bride. But what of me, silly, insignificant, young, human girl? Would the fabric turn my skin translucent; would the guests be able to see right through me?

I closed my eyes, trying to listen to Alice. If I couldn’t shut off the ramblings of my mind, perhaps I could redirect my thought. My happy place. The nerve-wracking wedding done and behind me. I had married Edward, fulfilled my end of our life-altering bargain. It would be his turn. Our final adventure together with me as a human. So soon, I would become just like him. The eternity that I had long-hoped for would begin. But, before that, there was just one more thing...

Our honeymoon.

Sex was not so scary to think about in the grand scheme of things, even if I would be having it with a vampire. I trusted Edward entirely. In fact, my only worries stemmed from insecurity. How would either of us know what...to do? Edward had his brothers around to help him. I supposed that I could ask Alice or Rosalie, but then...but then what if Edward heard them think about what I asked? The thought was so mortifying that, in the moment, I blushed.

Okay, so maybe I couldn’t go to my happy place with company in the room. Even barring my embarrassment at having him know I asked his sisters how to have sex, there was still the inevitability of my heart racing at the thought of being with him in that way. If Esme could hear the evidence of how much I enjoyed my happy place...

So, instead, I focused the slip and glide of the satin gown over my skin and the cool brushes of Esme and Rosalie’s hands as they held the garment in place for Alice’s minor sewing adjustments. My weight hadn’t fluctuated much, so there was little that needed to be altered from the last fitting. Just a little bit taken in in the back, I thought, judging by the pinch of the fabric. Esme hummed while Alice worked, and the melody worked to soothe the nerves that threatened to fray.

“Oh, Bella...” It was Rosalie speaking. I opened my eyes to look at her, concerned by the tone.

“What? Is something wrong?” She was looking at me, at the dress, at me in the dress. Oh, god, I’m hideous! I’m too human. Esme had stepped back to join Rosalie, and she daintily covered her mouth with her hands. The only person seemingly unaffected was Alice, who had seen me in the dress many times.

“No, Bella, you’re...”

All wrong?

“Stunning.” The word shocked me. Stunning? Me? Coming from Rosalie’s mouth, Rosalie the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on, that word was like an expletive. I shuddered beneath the weight of her praise.

“You...you think so?” I had yet to turn around and look at myself in the mirror. I was frightened. Would I be able to recognize myself, Bella the bride?

“Oh, sweetie, you look beautiful!” Esme reached out and hugged me; she smelled like lavender, and orange blossom, and breakfast tea. Her body was like ice and yet, as she gave me a little squeeze, my whole body felt like it had been basking beneath the Arizona sun. I hugged her back automatically. In her, I had found a mother in the areas that my own was lacking. Unwanted tears sprung along my lower lash line. On a day such as this, my mom should have been there. I was reminded once again that my choice— becoming a vampire— would effect more than one aspect of my life.

Esme pulled back and wiped away the moisture with steady hands. Alice, sensing my unraveling, was quick to change the subject.

“Alright, Bella. Go ahead, look at yourself.” Simple enough task, but my feet felt like they were buried in cement. Look at myself? How? With an uneven breath, I forced myself to turn and face the long mirror on the wall.

The dress was so...Edward. Even on my body, I could tell it was designed for him. I panicked, trying to see myself in the timeless shape, the Calla Lily folds; even the lace of the sleeves mocked me. I was far too plain, too ordinary. Was I all wrong for him? They had spoken of how beautiful I was, but where? I noticed the splotches on my cheeks from crying, the puffiness under my tired eyes, the unevenness of my body’s proportions: human. Mortal. Meant to end.

“Well?” beamed Alice. I turned back, and three pairs of golden honey eyes appraised me warily, waiting for my response.

“I love it,” I choked out. Esme’s smile vanished. Alice and Rosalie pursed their lips. I could not fool them. I was an awful liar.

“What’s wrong?” The dam broke; I came, at last, undone. Esme was quick to usher me towards Alice’s bed, folding me into a marble embrace. I was glad Edward wasn’t home; the sound of my distress would have roused him to check on me, regardless of Alice’s stern warning to mind his business and stay out of her room.

“I’m not,” a hiccup broke the sentence, “good enough for him. I’m all wrong.” Rosalie— I knew it was Rosalie from her feather soft touch— rubbed my back while Alice touched my hair.

“Isabella Swan,” it was her stern voice that jolted me. I sniffled, conscious of the fact that I was staining Esme’s lilac blouse with my tears, and pulled back to meet her gaze. One strand of spiky black hair had escaped its polished, messy spikes and was drooping over her left eye. She brushed it back, so quickly that my eyes barely registered the gesture. “Edward loves you, you silly girl. He wouldn’t go through all this trouble for just anybody.” It was teasing, but truthful.

“Okay.” Yes, she was right. He loved me. I loved him. It would be okay. I took a deep breath, mortified that I had started sobbing. “Sorry, sorry.” The knee-jerk reaction made me sniffle. Had Jacob been there, he would’ve made me laugh, told me to get over myself— maybe I should call him. As if on cue, my phone buzzed on Alice’s antique vanity, the sound like a beehive. Sometimes, I swore, Jacob could sense my sadness from miles away.

Esme released me so I could answer my best friend. His voice, husky and warm, assaulted my ears before I could say a single syllable.

“Bells, you better not be crying you idiot. I can hear you from outside. I’m here to spring you.” I rushed to the window to pull back the sheer curtains, and indeed he was there, leaning against his bike with my spare helmet tucked under his arm. He waved.

“I have to get out of my dress you jerk. I’ll be down in a sec.” As I spoke, Alice started undoing the pearl buttons on my back.

“Cool. I’m letting myself in and grabbing a snack.” Esme heard that and her soft, soothing laugh began when I snapped the phone shut.

“I’ll go down and keep him company. I’ve been meaning to ask him about the progress on his new car. Oh, and Bella dear,” she said, reaching out to cup my cheek. I gave her my full attention. “Edward might not be biologically mine, but he’s still my son. I know how much he loves you. He smiles so much more now, and I can tell his happiness is due to you. You are so incredibly right for him, Bella. And I—” there was a little catch in the back of her throat, “I’m so happy you’re joining our family.” With that, she kissed my cheek and all but danced from the room.

I couldn’t help but smile. I told myself to relax— all that mattered was that I loved Edward, and he loved me back. The rest— the dress, the wedding, the guests, the honeymoon— was unimportant. I stepped out of the gown, and Rosalie gave me a firm look.

“Bella, this is your wedding. I thought the dress was lovely on you, but if you’d rather wear something else, the choice is yours.”

“Of course, Bella,” said Alice, though her brows furrowed slightly. Visions of me prancing down the aisle in my sweatpants likely plagued her thoughts. “We can come up with something, anything you want, in time for tomorrow. I’ll hand sew a dress myself if I have to.” I looked at them, my sisters, and felt so loved I choked. Forgetting my partial nudity, I wrapped both of my arms around them in a tight hug.

“I love you guys.” They both laughed. “Tomorrow is going to perfect. I’m just nervous.”

“Well of course you are,” Rosalie chuckled. I pulled back to dress myself in my jeans and one of Edward’s hoodies. It smelled like him— I inhaled deeply. “It is your wedding day, after all. I’ve been married so many times and I still get butterflies.” I was so excited to get to attend one of Emmett and Rosalie’s weddings in the future; Emmett promised me that their next one would be ridiculously themed, as it was his turn to decide.

“Okay. I’m going to go spend time with the Best Man before Edward steals him for the Bachelor Party.” That thought put a little knot in my stomach, though Jasper had promised me he would keep it under control. It would just be Edward, his brothers, Jacob, and Seth. 3 vampires and 2 werewolves walk into a strip club sounded like the start to a bad joke, and two of them were underage anyway.

“Don’t forget, your Bachelorette starts at 8:00.” Alice’s tone was stern, but she was smiling.

“Yes ma’am,” I joked, saluting playfully as a ducked through the door. On the way down, I could hear Jacob and Esme talking. After the battle that had rid us of Victoria, Jacob had spent a great deal of time recuperating at the Cullens. He and Esme bonded; I knew he saw some of his own mother in her features, and that warmed my heart.

“Hey Bells!” cheered Jacob. He draped one bulky arm over my shoulder as he finished up his conversation with my almost mother-in-law. In his opposite hand, he held a soda. Esme had started stocking food and drink for the wolves, and for my human father, the latter of the two having only ever braved the threshold once since finding out about my engagement.

“You two should get out of here before Edward shows up and ruins the tradition. I’ll see you both tomorrow.” Esme kissed both of my cheeks, and then stood on her tiptoes to do the same to Jacob, before shooing us from the kitchen.

“You wanna ride on my bike, pretty girl?” asked Jacob, wagging his brows at me while he offered me the helmet. I snorted and shoved him a little.

“My mom always told me to say no to creeps.” But I took the helmet, securing the thick strap beneath my chin. “Why aren’t we running?” Riding on Jacob in his wolf form took days of practice, but I had finally gotten the hang of it. Emmett had even taken his fair share of turns, much to everyone’s amusement at the time. Jacob revved the bike.

“I figured we better do something just a little dangerous. It’s your last night as a free woman, Bells. And its the last time I’ll get to spend a full day with human- you.” I swallowed hard at the reminder. I had no regrets, of course, about the impending wedding or my decision to join Edward’s family permanently. Even setting the Volturi aside, I knew I was meant for vampire life. I could feel it in my bones, in my heart— an eternity with Edward was what I wanted. I was almost there.

Jacob started to drive; the bike didn’t go very fast, but it felt like we were flying. I clung to him, watching the forest blur, as the wind whipped my skin. There wasn’t much room for conversation, so my mind— predictably— wandered. I thought of the passed summer, my last human summer, which was coming to its glorious end. I thought of staying out late to build card empires with Jasper and Alice, infuriating chess games, and movie nights with Emmett. I pictured Edward sprawled out in the sun, body engulfed in a see of purple wildflowers, as his diamond skin refracted endless light; they swore that my memories would fade, but I swore that nothing in the whole world could make me forget that. Even then, in the present, I could feel the hard planes of his cool chest as we swam in the hidden lake he’d taken me too in July, could see the way those amber eyes glittered in the moonlight streaming through his open bedroom windows on late June nights.

I would remember more of my last mortal summer than just the Cullens, of course, as I knew they would be mine forever. Going fishing with Charlie— who had begged me to go just one time with him— and hearing the way his surprised laughter echoed in the cab of his cruiser as I told a joke about fish (Why did the trout leave the cult? They were too sacrifishal). Roasting marshmallows with Jacob and the rest of his pack while Billy and Sam raced around the yard; of course, Billy had won. Buying books with Angela. Walking the beach with Jacob. Spending one last weekend in Florida with Renee, painting our nails and listening to rock.

But my human life was soon to be over. I had said goodbye to the possibility of having any more memories like that, as being a bloodthirsty newborn would ensure that I was too dangerous to have those moments again.

Just as thoughts began to somber, Jacob cut the engine. I realized I had closed my eyes— when I opened them, we were on the beach. We both dismounted and stretched, me removing the stuffy helmet so I could gulp in salty air and him tidying up his windblown locks. We headed down to the shoreline in silence. The quiet was comfortable; in it, I could hear the waves crashing against the rocky cliffs and the rhythm of our feet on the damp earth. It was an overcast day, but the sun promised to poke through the cloud cover at any moment.

“I’m going to miss this,” I said after a few minutes of us slipping off our shoes and wiggling our toes in the sand. Jacob nodded. His eyes were on the waves.

“Me too, Bells. It’s gonna be weird, after you...well, when I see you next.”

“I won’t be able to show my face in public for a long time. I’m gonna be a walking freak show.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, teasing. “You’ll be a real circus act.” He took my hand as we continued to walk. With Jacob, there was nothing romantic about the action; he had always just been my sunshine, my best friend. I hadn’t realized until then just how much our friendship would be effected. No more beach trips, or dinner with Angela in Forks, or watching TV on his couch during lazy Saturday mornings. I would be a vampire. Though the pack and the Cullens were on good terms, there would be something in our biology pushing us apart. I was going to be, genetically, his enemy.

“Will you still be my friend, Jake, after all this is over?” There was a lump in my throat. It wasn’t time to say goodbye yet, but it would be the last time I would get to see him alone. He pulled us to a stop and studied my face.

“Bella, how many times have I told you? What you are doesn’t matter to me. You’ll still be Bells. Just a little more creeptastic.” The fake word made me giggle despite the fact that tears threatened to surface. He gave me a goofy smile— when he hugged me, though, I could tell that he held on just a little bit tighter than he would have had this been any other day.

#twilight saga #breaking dawn #breaking dawn rewrite #twilight #twilight universe #meyer #bella swan #cullens #quilieute #jacob black #au #please be nice to me I worked very hard on this

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spaceorphan18 · 5 years

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Things We Say in the Shadows (12/20)

Rating: E (yup, that’s right, lots of porn in this one) Warnings: Lots of sex, maybe some rougher stuff, but it’s all consensual Word Count: ~4000 Summary: Kurt Hummel is a millennia old vampire who spends his days leading the vampires who live in his castle, defending against the Slayers. During the recent Slayer raid, one of them is caught and brought to Kurt. And his new prisoner is not someone he expects, and will change Kurt’s life in ways that he never imagined…

A/N: Merry Xmas to my lovely @snarkyhag. Thank you for always beta’ing and being my life coach. This one’s for you. <3

For all of you worried about the ‘vampire’ part of it - it’s not super vampire-y, and more so an aesthetic backdrop for a classic Klaine (porn-ish) story.

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Chapter 12

Blaine is at the fireplace, bare chested and beautiful. The shadow of the flames dance across him as he stokes the fire. Kurt, half-naked as well, comes up behind him and wraps his arms around Blaine’s waist, pressing his chest into Blaine’s back. Blaine feels almost as warm as the fire, the difference being that Kurt can touch Blaine without being burnt. Kurt slowly lets his hands roam, soaking in the feel of Blaine’s bare skin against his, humming into Blaine’s shoulder as he does so.

Blaine doesn’t react, he remains facing the fire deep in thought.

“What is it?” Kurt asks, as he begins to nibble on Blaine’s shoulder. Blaine’s emotions are always on display, as much as he tries to hide them. But Kurt let’s Blaine express them in his own way.

“I’m hesitant to say,” Blaine says. He leans the poker against the fireplace and stays fixed on the fire. “I fear you may think that I’m unhappy.”

“I know that you are not unhappy,” Kurt says. He lays soft kisses against Blaine’s skin, moving up towards his neck. There are two, small wounds there, where Kurt had fed off him a day ago. Kurt sucks a kiss just below the marks, causing Blaine to groan into it. Kurt licks the skin in satisfaction. “But I also know that you are troubled by some thought. Please tell me.”

“Your life has inspired me,” Blaine says. His eyes close as he leans back into Kurt’s embrace. “I want to see all the places you’ve already been. I want to see the world. But you’ve lived many lifetimes, as I’ve just started my own. I can’t imagine you’d want to retread old ground.”

Kurt pauses to consider, his chin on Blaine’s shoulder. His first reaction is that of selfishness. Why, indeed, would Blaine want to see anything else when they have each other and everything they need right there. But Blaine is so new to the world, he deserves the right to experience, too. Kurt frowns as he speaks. “I have an obligation to my people,” he says. Blaine tenses in his arms, as if waiting to hear bad news. But Kurt squeezes his arms, comforting Blaine in a hug. “But that does not mean I can’t show you the world.”

Blaine whips his head to face Kurt, his eyes full of delight. “Really?”

Kurt nods, causing Blaine to surge in for a kiss.

Kurt’s been insatiable lately and can’t seem to get enough of Blaine. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue against Blaine’s as a hand slides down to stroke at Blaine’s cock through the fabric of his pants. Blaine moans into Kurt’s mouth as he begins to thicken with Kurt’s touch.

“Let me take care of you,” Kurt says.

[Continued on Ao3]

#s.o. writes things #need something to do? continue on with vampire pornfest 2020 #klaine #klaine fic

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The Usual Haunt

The long awaited Connor fic! Sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy this Irish Vampire. I get so easily caught up with writing these characters that it just sorta turns into a massive piece of writing.

Enjoy!

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The Usual Haunt was a confusing night-club. It didn’t fit into any category you could think of. But it was full of all pieces of business. Serving coffees as well as all varieties of alcohol and magical elixirs. Arcades. Gaming rooms of all kinds. A dance floor with blasting music and spinning lights. There was a bar next to a ball pit and so much more.

Everyone who knew about it, all but gave up on giving it a category of club. It was just now known as a “Haunt”. The same with the other similar establishments around the city. Mostly because it was the only place in town that served blood for Vampires and certain magical foods for other types of Beings. Humans were allowed entry, but were told that if they became a meal for an otherworldly Being, they could not hold the club accountable. You had to sign a wager and everything before entering.

You were safe from the magical Beings only if you wore, or had, the safety precautions on your person. And that was a lot of preparation for one night. And that was the reason you kept your very Human ass away from the Haunt. You worked with Werewolves and grew up with Witches; but that was within an environment that was locked down by rules and guidelines. The outside world, the night-clubs and dark streets, was a whole different ball-game. And you weren’t very good at sports.

Your friend however, was very much into that type of sport.

“Oh, but come on! It’ll be fun! Kilian will be there, plus a few of his friends so you can cling onto them.” Your friend, Nora, cooed excitedly. It was coming up to the 1 hour and 20 minute mark of her rambling about the club she desperately wanted to go to. Nora was never a party type gal, but she was really into one of the town’s local werewolves. And they were well known for hanging out at the Haunt on more than a few nights.

“I know Kilian, and he doesn’t do night-clubs.” You grumbled. Chopping up some ingredients for your dinner. Adding a little extra since your friend looked like she was staying over until you caved. “And he isn’t even part of that pack. He’s a loner, not even an omega. He’s here for a few more months for work, then moving on. Which by the way, he’s out of town right now. I’m not going to get dragged into another party just because you want some monster dick. And then get ditched because you want to go home with said monster dick.”

Your friend pouted heavily. But there was a curl to the corner of her mouth. A teasing look crossing over her gaze. “But don’t you want some monster dick? Maybe some monster pussy? Come on, you’ve barely been out of this house in weeks.”

“Wrong!” You exclaimed dramatically, waving around serving spoon to add to your theatrics. “I have been going to work. And walking to and from the grocery store. I do so leave the house.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Your friend grumbled, sighing heavily.

“Oh, I know what you meant. I just don’t care because you didn’t specify that type of going out.”

Your friend groaned and slapped her forehead against the wooden surface of the kitchen bench. “Just... come on. I really like this guy.”

“That’s what you said about the Ghost dude. And then you got your heart broken because he finished his business and followed the light into whatever comes next.” You said and your friend sighed again, moving to lean heavily against your arm as you finished chopping up some food.

“Conner works there now.” She said. That same teasing smile stretching more profoundly across her face.

“I’m aware.” You replied. Ignoring the increasing amount of weight your friend was pressing down on your shoulder.

“He’s a barista~” She was basically pulling you to the floor at this point. And you had to grunt with the attempt to keep yourself up. “I’ll stop cursing your food to rot if you come with me.”

As she said this, the food before you started to smell and turn grey. Puffs of fungus and growths of mound began to sprout from the piles of prepared food. You sighed and threw the whole bowl into the bin. “Fine. I will come with you. But only for an hour, then I’m gone.”

Nora cheered excitedly and threw her arms around you. Hugging you tightly as you rolled your eyes. Unenthusiastically patting her shoulder as she gave you a tight squeeze. “I won’t ditch you. I swear!” She grinned happily.

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That night, after many drinks and quite a few flirtatious monsters, you decided it was past time for you to head home. Nora had disappeared hours ago with her werewolf crush, and you were finding the rest of the pack to be a little dull. So, you decided to mingle.

And, damn, there were some good looking people in the Haunt. Tonight was a casual night. Meaning that the drinks flowed with a little less alcohol, and the music was set to a more chill sound track. The once night-club aesthetic was replaced with something similar to a cozy coffee style. It was warm, smelled sweet, and you could actually talk without having to scream over air vibrating wubs.

You were almost tempted to stay a little longer. In which you decided to do and help yourself to one more drink while waiting for a confirmation on Nora’s state. Seating yourself in the corner of the building, nestled into a booth cushioned with heavenly soft arm-chairs and mood-lit candles. And there, you waited for Nora to answer your messages. Even drunk, you would each send one another a text before going to sleep to state that you were alive. However, 5 ignored calls and 10 follow messages later, you were starting to worry. Nora was a grown witch, but it still worried you a friend wasn’t responding.

“Get ditched again, did ya?” A smooth Irish accent pulled your attention away from your phone. You basically swooned as Connor flashed you his well-known smile. Seeming to glide up beside you, sliding into the booth with a smooth and subtle motion of his arm resting behind your shoulders. He sat close enough to you that you could feel the cool temperature of his skin and the musk from his clothes. He was hard to ignore. Since everything about him was meant to lure you in. Being the ancient apex predator he was. And also, the Haunt’s uniform of black tailored suits looked amazing on someone like Connor.

“Yeah.” You sighed. Plopping your phone onto the table in front of you. “She has a thing for the Alpha in town. She’s practically been stalking him for weeks, trying to figure out when he’d be here.”

Connor laughed. A chuckle that was as contagious as his smile. “Caught whiff of her skulking around ‘ere. Poor wolfie won’t know what to do with someone like her.” Connor glanced at your half empty glass. He leaned forward and took it between his fingers, swirling the liquid around in the glass before sniffing it. His crimson eyes screwed up in disgust. Theatrically coughing, as if he was choking on something foul. “You’re drinkin’ this? Seriously? Na, not on my watch. I’m getting you somethin’ a little less... demeaning.”

You pretended to be offended. “Are you hating on my taste in drinks, sir?”

“Lass, I am neither a sir, nor am I one to hate on a divine beings taste in beverages. But yes. I am hating on your life choices tonight.” Connor then teased you with a wink before standing. Leaving you in a rush of cold wind as he travelled across the room to the bar in a blur of red vapour. You saw the bartender chat with Connor as he poured two glasses of an amber drink. The bottle looked ancient, and was retrieved from a glass cabinet on the higher shelf. That alone gave you cause to think that Connor was probably spending far too much on a drink for you.

While he was gone, your phone buzzed with a message from Nora. It was, not only a confirmation of her being alive and safe, but also a dick picture of what she was currently “playing with”. Her own words. You rolled your eyes. Hoping that whatever Connor was bringing back would drown that image from your mind.

With another cold wave of air, Connor returned. Seating himself just as close, and just as snugly, beside you. He handed you the glass. It felt warm against your fingers and when you sniffed it; your nose tingled. As if you just smelt something delightful. “What is this? And why did I see that barista reach for a bottle on the, ‘cannot afford in my lifetime’ shelf?”

Connor smirked. Straightening his suit as he sat a little more comfortably next to you. “It’s called Familiar’s Home-Stew. It’s a concoction of elixir drinks to create a beverage that gives a taste of whatever the drinker desires.” He tilted his glass towards you, an eyebrow raised expectantly. You sighed, smiling softly and tapped the glasses together with a soft clink. As your lips touched the glass rim, and the warm liquid trickled over your tongue, Connor continued. “And it’s from that shelf because I’ve lived enough life-times to spend an entirety of a living on one drink. For you only, though.”

Your mind was too pleasantly distracted by the taste to fully react to his words. The drink layered your taste-buds with a multitude of flavours. Some from your childhood. Others were of sweets that you sometimes craved and ate buckets of in one sitting. Then it settled with a gentle tingle of a hot beverage. An almost comforting end to the warm embrace of the liquid as it travelled down your throat and settled in your stomach.

“Whoa...” You said softly. “That’s... amazing.”

Connor swished his sip in his mouth slowly. His vibrant gaze closing for a moment as he tasted the wave of flavours from the drink. After he swallowed, his eyes fluttered open and he sighed. “This ‘ere is the only positive reminder of humanity. The sensations of it at least.” Connor murmured. Swirling the golden liquid gently. Watching the dim light refract through the drops of amber. “Scents of the old world. Reminders of home-land flavours. Sometimes, if I really concentrate, I can even feel the warmth of the drink.”

“I thought you didn’t miss your mortality.” You asked. Taking another small sip. Whatever the mixture was, it was already causing the fog of drunkenness begin to float into your mind.

“I don’t.” Connor replied, returning his attention to you. The crimson hue of his gaze captivated you in place. Not that you’d want to look away. If not for his damned accent, his gaze alone would catch you. Specks of gold and silver embroidered the red. Lining the dark pupil like a border of blood around a pit of ink. “My Sire gave me this life with my consent. And I never regret givin’ up my one life, to live the lives of hundreds. But sometimes... I miss the small things about humanity.”

You leaned a little more into more into him. The drink gave you a glow of warmth in your stomach and it was slowly spreading throughout your body. It was nice. “What do you miss the most? I know you said you miss warm beds.”

Connor moaned dramatically, you guessed in confirmation. “So much. You ‘ave no idea how much I miss warm feathered blankets. Or fur covers warmed by a fire.” He sighed and focused back on you. Seeming to be in thought as he looked at you. “I miss... hugs the most. The softness of others, warm and... comforting. It’s hard to explain, really.”

“I get it though.” You said, taking another sip from your glass. Humming as a new wave of flavours washed over your tongue. Warming you entirely to your core. “Hugs are indescribable. But I thought you felt warmth.”

“I do, but it’s hot. Like when you’d stick ya cold hand under a warm shower spray. It’s nice, but it also stings a little.” Connor leaned closer. He was basically leaning against you now. But you were leaning just as much into him as he was too you. “Like now. This is warm. Nice and warm, but the first contact is a shock.”

You chuckle and tilt your head back against his shoulder. Looking up at him through your eyelashes. “I think you’re just using your ‘no humanity’ story to get free hugs.” You teased. Rewarded with another adorable chuckle from the Irishman.

“I always want hugs.” Connor kissed the top of your head. The arm around your shoulders squeezed you into his chest. And you happily obliged. Placing down your drink between your thighs to wrap your arms around his torso. Giving him a squeeze in return.

“I always give hugs.” You replied. Connor smiled against your temple. You could feel his fangs scratch against the underside of his lips. They were always present. A lingering reminder that he was, in fact a predator.

He pulled away after a moment. Sliding the glass from your thighs, admittedly you didn’t mind the way his fingers wandered against the area, and gently placed it back in your hand. “Yer want some company tonight?” Connor asked. Those crimson orbs flashing dangerously when matched with that smirk of his. “I finished my shift. And I’m not ready to end the night yet.”

You looked down at your drink. A little flustered, but you nodded and sipped the last of the amber beverage. “Sure. Mind walking me home?” You asked. Taking up your coat and standing.

“I’ll do one better.” Connor said. Leaving the last of his drink on the table to stand. You didn’t see him move. Your senses were suddenly filled with red and the roar of chilling wind. Iron arms held you against a solid chest and you felt cool, but soft, lips press against your jawline. You chuckled, turning your head into Connor’s neck. Both to shield your eyes against the hurricane winds; but also tease him by peppering kisses there. All until the wind stopped howling and suddenly you were thrown forward. You whelped, too late to grab Connor in your sudden panic. But then you felt a mattress under your body. You felt the familiar touch of your blankets and pillows as Connor crawled over the top of you and rested his body over yours. Almost crushing you against the blankets. But keeping the worse of his weight off of you. He smiled down at you. Intertwining his hands under his chin to rest it there.

“So, what’s the tea, doll face? What has my little human gotten into the past few weeks?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Of course, he’d do this. But yet, you settled back against the warm bed and sighed softly. Like you were thinking through your memory.

“Oh! I have some stories from work. Wanna bitch about co-workers for a little bit?” You asked and Connor’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“Oh sweet-heart. Yer know I love gossipin’ about co-workers. I have some real good tales for ya. But you go first. I like listening to your voice.” Connor smirked. Leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose before settling back to listen to you.

And that’s how your night went. Swapping stories until your eyes began to shutter close and your yawns became more frequent. Connor, thinking this was absolutely adorable, decided to further induce your sleepy self by gliding his fingers through your hair. Gently massaging your scalp and brushing the back of his knuckles against your cheeks and eyes, having your close them.

And with every time you had to close your eyes for his fingers to glide over them, it became harder and harder for you to keep them open. Connor then shifted so he was laying beside you. Arm encircling your waist to hold you close while the other tracked his hand over your face and hair. Soon, it was only him whispering to you. Lulling you to sleep as his accent transformed his words to his ancient home tongue. You understood nothing; but his voice pulled you into sleep. And that’s how you slept. With Connor nestled in beside you whispering into your dreams.

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reifromrfa · 7 years

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RFA guys + Minor Trio are Vampires

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Yoosung

Yoosung protects

Seriously though, all he wants to do is make sure you’re safe and happy, so having superhuman strength and speed gives him the ability to do just that!

So?? Adorable???

Uses his powers to save cats from trees

SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK

Lol ask him to bite you and watch him have a crisis

Super speed helps him with his studies and gives him more time to play LOLOL

Maybe if he makes you immortal you won’t leave him like Rika did welp

He can see well in the dark, so no need to be afraid of the dark anymore!

Still checks under the bed for monsters though this cutie

Shapeshifts into a bat when you’re mad at him because damn it he’s just so cute you can’t yell at a little bat

With the wrong type of encouragement, you’ll have yourself a full-blown possessive vampire boyfriend, which is someone you will never be able to leave, so make this choice wisely~

If you make the decision to be with him forever

He would be so!!! Excited!!!

It’ll be like an eternal sleepover with your best friend!

Zen

Stereotypical gorgeous vampire much?

He was already handsome as a mortal, now it’s 100x harder to keep people away from him ;;;

Guess this explains the red eyes

Still an absolute theater nerd

“Careful, babe,” he’ll say with a fanged smile, “you wouldn’t want to release the Beast.”

Hates to be hungry in front of you, it makes him...hungry ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) you know exactly what we’re talking about

What if he hurts you? Or what if he frightens you? What if you find him revolting?

“Hyun, let’s be honest...you’re not revolting. You’re THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON ON THIS PLANET.”

Oh God he’d be shedding tears of joy

He doesn’t feel cold anymore, but when you guys go to the rooftop to gaze at stars he always makes sure to bring a jacket and blankets for you

Would definitely ask you to consider living an immortal life with him and he’d be elated if you agree

Of course after you’ve turned he wouldn’t be afraid of hurting you anymore and omg imagine all the broken furniture after he unleashes the beast

Jaehee

You’d have to be nothing less than superhuman to be Jumin’s assistant

So efficient in everything she does, so graceful, so breathtaking!

But you do not want to get on her bad side

Her glares alone are enough to curdle blood, but threaten the RFA and she will dispose of them without a trace

Jumin recieves a fresh bottle of red wine

When you come into her life she is shook

For so long she’s suppressed her human side to be the perfect assistant, but then here you are, supporting her and making her laugh and she’s experiencing feelings she hasn’t felt in a long time???

She gets so flustered and slightly clumsy around you especially when you compliment her it’s so cute

Going to midnight showings of Zen’s works together!!!

Is unimpressed with vampire jokes, if only because Mr. Han and Seven use them all the time

But if they make you laugh she’ll begrudgingly allow them

She’s so grateful to have you in her unlife, she will always make sure to tell you so

Teaches you all about vampire strengths and weaknesses, including ways to deter them just in case

“Feel free to use pepper spray on Seven if he bothers you too much.”

Any amount of time she spends with you is a blessing

If you bring up wanting to stay at her side forever, she’ll sit you down for a ~serious discussion~

Giving up mortality is a big decision! What if you grow tired of her? Or can’t handle outliving the world around you?

But you want to stay by her side! There’s no changing your mind! You want to protect her as she protects you!

She’s not crying, you’re crying

Okay you’re both crying

Jumin

Tells the most vampire puns, in a totally flat voice and with a totally straight face

“MC, who do you think should be my...necks victim?”

-____________________- Jumin no.

Loves hearing your heart beat faster when he’s close to you

So classy, he drinks blood from wine glasses

It makes sense that’s he’s so rich, he’s had a century to accumulate his wealth

Neck fetish

Jaehee gets a heart attack everytime she enters his office because it’s always so dark

You once visited him in the office and when you came in it was dark

And Jumin whirls around in his chair, stroking Elizabeth the 3rd in his lap with a sinister smile on his face

“Velcome to my lair, MC.”

*facepalm* *roflmao*

But you love this man so much

His staff would be afraid of him but they’re so jealous at how he seems to look effortlessly young and handsome all the time

Regarding immortality, he would want to spend the rest of his life with you but of course he would ask for your consent first

And maybe ask you to sign an agreement contract or two ;;;

Saeyoung

Can be goddamn brooding if he’s alone with his thoughts for too long

Mixes lingo from different eras on purpose

Abuses his godlike strength by constantly sweeping you off your feet

Ask him if he sparkles like the vampires in Twilight

He’ll roll around in glitters and take you to the park, where everyone can marvel at his sparkly skin put your shirt back on you’ve made your point Saeyoung

LOVES cosplaying as Edward Cullen

“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb” *eyebrow wiggle*

Saeyoung stahp

He will have his broody moments though and he’ll try to push you away because he’s dangerous

An immortal hacker/secret agent,you sure know how to pick ‘em MC

Drives Vanderwood insane because he can make a dozen dog robots in two hours but not finish his work???

If you try to ask him any vampire-related questions, you will never get a straight answer

“Are you afraid of garlic?”

“GAELIC??? MC I KNOW HOW TO SPEAK GAELIC WHY WOULD I BE AFRAID OF IT??? GOD SEVEN FEARS NO LANGUAGES!!!!”

Sigh. “What about running water?”

“Jeez, MC, if you think I stink just tell me. No need to be rude.”

You give up

On a more serious note, he’d go back and forth between wanting you to be with him forever and wanting you to live an actual life

Contents himself with just being around you for a short while, he’ll bow out at soon as you seem to grow tired of him

To prove your love for him, you make him turn you into a vampire, that way you’re also indestructible and you can live out the rest of your life with him

There’s something poetic about someone who can’t show up in pictures and old mirrors putting his heart and soul into recreating the world around him through art

With immortality in play, he wants to catch as many moments as he can before they pass by

If you sketch him, he will be so moved because A. he hasn’t seen his own face since becoming a vampire and B. he’s never been the model

Omg V if only you knew you’re as beautiful as your photographs

Have you ever wondered why V is his nickname?

He has to change aliases every few decades and he decided to use the letters of the alphabet; he’s on V now lololol

Knows all the best places and he’ll take you around the world with him

His vampire abilities will only be used for good and for helping others

And also taking photos

“V, please don’t lean so far off the edge” ;;;

“I’m fine, MC. You don’t have to--”

Falls off the cliff

It’s a good thing he doesn’t bleed. Or die.

Would love to spend forever with you but he would never pressure you; would also feel guilty for even thinking that ;;;

But when you reassure him for the millionth time that you love him and want to spend an immortal life with him he finally turns you into a vampire

He spends eternity marveling at the beauty of the world with you and he will do whatever it takes to make you happy and keep you by his side

Saeran

Typical secluded vampire, prefers to venture out in the dead of night

Embraces dark aesthetics

Death toll rises when he’s in a bad mood/thirsty

So intimidating, nobody will ever dare messing with you even when he’s not around

They learned the hard way

He loves looking at the sky so being under the sun doesn’t bother him

He loves looking at you more though

And he’s so stiff and awkward around you because he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you

Like that time when he held your hand and you ended up at the hospital coz he broke your fingers ;;;

He’s cold to the touch so he doesn’t know what to do when you’re shivering

Will wrap you in a blanket as slowly and gently as he possibly could

By the time he’s done you probably have icicles hanging down your nose lololol

Or he would wear a jacket or a coat when you guys go out so he could offer them to you if ever you get cold

He wants you to stay with him forever and will probably be the least shy or guilty about it

You’re the only person who understands him and accepts him and he’s head over heels in love with you

The thought of living forever without you seems lonely and desolate

He doesn’t even remember how he spent all those centuries without you

Your becoming a vampire would mean the world to him

And omg get ready to experience Saeran in all his glory ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

No more holding back! He’s been dying lol no jk he can’t die to hug you and now he holds you every chance he can

Saeran smiles more now and he sincerely looks forward to your future together

Vanderwood

Super speed is used to clean Saeyoung’s room faster

Super senses to track down Saeyoung when he’s avoiding work yet again

Will probably compel Saeyoung to finish his work when he’s desperate ;;;

He’s equivalent to ten bodyguards so you’re always safe

He has a lot of enemies thanks to his job though, so Vandy prefers having you in his line of sight at all times

Even if it means stalking you sometimes ;;;

He gives you his favorite taser so you can defend yourself

Pfft you wouldn’t have to though, Mary Vanderwood the 3rd has you covered

He’ll be like Saeyoung sometimes, trying to act detached and say mean things to get you to stay away from him

But he’s the one who can’t stay away from you

Won’t encourage you to become immortal like him because he doesn’t want you to regret it after a century

But if you choose to be with him, Vanderwood will be so happy and he will love you and protect you for all eternity

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rainydayswriter · 7 years

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RFA + Minor Trio as Vampires

Another writing collab with the wonderful @reifromrfa! She’s so incredibly talented, check out her blog for so much more Mystic Messenger writing! It was a blast to write, so I hope you enjoy it ^^