#and also the softest vampire ever

[flaming-toads]

I’m working on other things but just know I’m still thinking of vampire Hecate 🖤

[feyascorner]

before my nails dig

summary. in which one of Astarion's especially vivid nightmares results in him waking up to Tav at the mercy of his own hands...and the shame that comes with it.

warnings. angst, fluff, comfort

pairing. Astarion x GN!reader

a/n. someone pls get this man therapy that's all i ask,,, also this takes place sometime during act 3 before you confront cazador!! first post too so pls forgive typos

Had breathing always been this hard?

It's not like he had to breathe anyway. The undead have more perks than one would think, and having no need for air was one that became particularly useful in unexpected ways. Yet as he stands in Cazador's dungeon again--a place he longs to rid from the darkest corners of his mind--all he can do is stumble over his own breath, crimson eyes darting around frantically in search of an exit.

And suddenly, his siblings are at the mercy of the ascension, floating helplessly in the chains of a red aura--Cazador's aura. Despite the chaos, Astarion's eyes narrow in on the one pedestal with no occupant, and he realizes it's his own designated place.

It's getting harder to breathe now.

A breath creeps up behind his shoulder, sending pure dread throughout his entire body as he hears Cazador's voice far too close than he ever wanted it to be.

"Wake up, child. This is all you've ever been meant for."

Astarion whips around and lunges at the man, his hands wrapping viciously around the throat he's fantasized about ripping apart for the past two hundred years. His nails dig into the flesh of the vampire lord's neck, leaving indents in the shape of crescent moons, just enough to cause panic but not enough to draw blood. But Cazador only cackles, his eyes staring right into Astarion's as he hollers over and over again.

"Wake up."

"Wake up!"

"--Astarion!"

The spawn's eyes snap open, recognition finally flooding his expression as he finds himself staring down at you. The very face he sees in the softest of dreams, the lips he longs to kiss at every waking moment, and the eyes that gaze at him with the love and adoration he's been missing for most of his wretched eternal life. Though he'd never admit it, you saved him. From the moment he'd threatened your life at the nautiloid crash to the moment he held you close to his chest in the confines of his tent, he would be by your side until you tired of him and threw him away.

All he wanted--all he could wish for--was only a fraction of it in return. And you'd given him that, and so much more.

But now, you're scared. Terrified, even. Of him.

With horror, he realizes his fingers are digging into your throat. Your precious, tender throat that you offer him not for something in return, but simply because you care for him.

All at once as he tears his hands away, he wants to cut them off and bury himself in his own grave again. He doesn't meet your eyes, afraid of what disgust might be held in them, but he knows you're too kind for that. Too kind to see the kind of monster he is.

You're gasping for your breath, and his stomach knots in a way that would have sent him hurling if it weren't for the fact that he's too occupied drinking in what he's done. To you.

"I'm okay, I'm okay, Astarion," you choke out, perching on both your elbows as you struggle to recover. Even now, all you seem to care about is him. He almost hates you for it--hates you for not stabbing a stake through his heart the moment his hands met your neck. "Astarion-"

"Your throat," he croaks, despising the slight crack of his voice as he reaches for your cheek, but stops before he even gets close. He doesn't trust himself to open his mouth again.

"It's okay, really, I can just get Shadowheart to heal me," you shake your head, and he finds himself in disbelief as you crawl toward him, tossing the sheets to the side. He shifts the slightest away and you understand, immediately sitting back down. You look like you want to say something, but you close your mouth and watch him patiently, as if waiting for him to make the first move.

After a suffocating silence, he turns his back to you. "I'll be sleeping elsewhere tonight."

He intends of never sharing a room with you again, in fear of what he could possibly do to you as a result of his selfish desires to keep you close, and you seem to pick up on the tone of his words. You always do. "Astarion, please."

"I do apologize, sincerely. I'll form a better apology tomorrow, but for now, I'll fetch Shadowheart or that damned wizard and-"

He fights the urge to shiver when he feels your hand on his. How you manage to have such an impact on him with a simple touch he does not know, and does not care because all he wants is more. To pull you close, to beg you to keep him, to use him, to punch him, strangle him for all he cared, in hopes you'll even consider ever speaking to him again. Instead, he turns to look at you.

Gods, you're beautiful.

Even with those terrible bruises he'd go to hell and earth to take back, your beauty in unmatched with anything he's ever seen. Even with the bed hair and the anxiousness pursing your lips, he can't bring himself to look away again.

"Please stay. I'm not mad, nor afraid."

The words sound like honey on your tongue.

"Please," You say again, slowly this time. "Stay."

His chest feels tight, threatening to tear itself apart as his voice comes out in a crooked whisper. "I could have killed you."

"You didn't."

"If you died too, I don't know--what would I even do with myself? What would I-" He hates it when he sounds like this. Vulnerable, or as Cazador liked to call it: pathetic. But he can't help the words tumbling out his blasted mouth with the way you're gazing at him with nothing but worry. Somehow, with you, it feels strange.

Refreshing, almost.

Your hand squeezes around his as if to remind him you're still here. He meets your eyes again and it's all it takes to break what little will he has left, as he lets you pull him close in a crushing hug--one that's all too welcomed.

And as the two of you lie awake in each other's embrace, he thanks all the gods he doesn't worship for putting you on his path.

[randomshyperson]

Heal - Scarlet!Wanda x Vampire!Reader - Kinktober #08

Summary: By freeing an imprisoned immortal from the Darkhold Castle, the Scarlet Witch did not expect to gain a friend who would help her heal the woman she tried to bury in the temple's wreckage. In return, Wanda might help you face the demons from your past that were locked away with you.

Warnings: (+18), service!top reader, praising, intimate smut, blood-feeding, vampire and witchcraft lore, and a lot of plot, implied depression and self-harming tendencies, really soft smut with explicit consent, mutual pining, friends to lovers | Words: 9.671k

A/N-> My only vampire reference is TVD, so expect many similarities to the show’s lore. And I repeat again that there is a sinful lack of stories that deal with the status of wizarding royalty of which Wanda is part. Please, she literally has the title of Queen of Chaos, her family has inherited the magic of chaos for generations, we need to talk about this. I hope you guys like this one, this story ended up having more depth than I expected and it was quite fun to write it.

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-&-

After destroying a thousand-year-old castle and not getting out of the impact zone, Wanda definitely didn't expect comfort. In addition to the pain of recent events, from realizing that she had finally become a villain, and was closer to the people who had destroyed her life than to the friends she once lost, she also had to see the clear fear in the alternative versions of the children she missed. So she put an end to it all, more tired than anything, and waited for the pain to go away. The blackout from the impact put an end to it, of course, and just like years before when she turned to dust after losing the only person she still had left, she breathed a sigh of relief into the darkness.

But Wanda woke up. And to her complete surprise, comfort came in the softest sheets she had ever felt, perhaps even more comforting than the expensive cloth Tony Stark had once bought for the rooms in Avengers Tower. The bed she was lying on could easily have been mistaken for royalty, and Wanda barely had time to become alert before a slightly unfamiliar face entered her field of vision.

"You." She gasped in surprise, her voice a little hoarse. Now conscious, she was aware of the pain around her body, but she could also feel her magic doing the hard work and taking the sensation away. You smiled gently and, without leaving your sitting position on her bed, waited for her to adjust to the mattress. Wanda frowned. "But why?"

You sighed, shrugging slightly. Now sitting up, Wanda realized that your lap wasn't empty. A breakfast tray was waiting for her as if you were aware that she would wake up soon and had brought the food just in time. The item was leisurely placed next to her, but Wanda continued to look at you, waiting for an explanation as to why someone who had disappeared almost the second after the first meet, reappeared to save her from the wreckage of her mistakes.

"I know you're confused, but please eat. You've slept for days, miss." It's your comment, but the witch shakes her head.

"Don't worry about it. It's... nowhere near the longest I've gone without food." The quiet confession about the period of darkhold abuse makes you sigh sadly, and Wanda feels a curiosity rise in her chest. You don't know her, so why do you care? 

Your hands move to the toast you've prepared for her, and Wanda bites the inside of her cheek as she finally notices the tray with your movements. Your breakfast choices are just right - delicious foods stare back at her. And you busy yourself with adding some jam to the toast that makes Wanda's mouth water.

"Forgive me for taking so long to find you, I was a bit overwhelmed upon returning after so long." You then declare, handing back the now-filled toast to one of the smaller plates. You push the item towards her as an invitation, but Wanda glares at you.

"Why did you bother coming back?"

Your eyes are kind in her direction. "I owe you my freedom."

Wanda chuckles short and incredulously. "Don't be ridiculous, I didn't even know what I was doing." She retorts immediately. "I saved you by accident, you don't owe me anything."

But you gesture to the food, and Wanda sighs in defeat, finally giving in. At the first bite, she feels the delicious jam on her tongue and sighs in satisfaction. It's amazing, she lets you know. You smile.

"It doesn't matter if our meeting was accidental, Wanda Maximoff." You state. "Your magic broke me out of my prison. If the idea of a debt doesn't please you, we can act as if upon rescuing you, I made us even."

Wanda hums with her mouth full, slightly distracted by the food. You look away, waiting for a moment, and she finishes chewing before speaking again.

"I didn't want to be rescued."

"I know."

She looks at you again, but you continue to stare straight ahead into the room. "Do you?"

You smile briefly. "Nobody who wants to live knocks down a castle on their head, miss."

The chuckle that escapes her is short, but it's the first sincere one in a long time. It's so dark, to joke about something so serious, yet she feels completely at ease doing it with you.

Wanda finishes another piece of toast before speaking again. "Do you remember the sorcerer who was with me before, when I freed you?" You meet her gaze, nodding in agreement. Wanda looks at you curiously. "He nearly shit his pants when he saw you running away from the temple. He tried to lecture me about it, and I dragged him out of there for it. But the point is... what did you do? He only told me your name. What was so terrible that your escape scared him so much?"

You sigh, getting up. Wanda imagines that she has offended you by asking and that you will leave without telling her the whole truth, and considers spying on your mind to find that out, but you just walk to the nearest drawers on the other side of the bedroom. When you return with an object in hand, Wanda wipes away the toast crumbs before accepting the item you hand her.

The old photograph makes her eyes widen. "Holy shit." She sighs impressed, getting a short laugh out of you.  Your picture wasn't a surprise, but the date from over three hundred years ago faded by the bottom. Wanda flipped the item to see the back, but your name there didn’t really explain how you were standing in front of her, as if no time had passed.

"Humans call us Vampires, but I've always liked the sound of Immortal better. Of course, the term vampire beats being called a demon or a bloodsucker." Wanda doesn't laugh at the joke, as she raises wide eyes in surprise at you. She continues to hold up the photograph, and you swallow. "I promise I won't try to harm you." Finally, she chuckles softly. You sigh in reassurance, even though the witch has just mocked your strength.

"I can't believe vampires exist." 

"Said the witch who traveled through the multiverse a few days ago." Wanda smiles, handing the photograph back to you. 

"Fair point." She murmurs. Restless, you wonder what you can do to improve her mood. She seems so sad.

Perhaps your stories could distract her. 

"I was imprisoned in Darkhold Castle a few centuries ago." You tell her, attracting her curiosity again. Your hands go into your pockets so that you can regain some ground over the full attention of such beautiful and mesmerizing irises. "There are other mystical authorities, apart from Kamar-Taj and its mages. In particular, a council of vampires. I disagreed with some traditions and was sentenced to imprisonment, but my capture was not quiet. Let's just say I earned that tomb you rescued me from, Miss." Wanda nodded in understanding, offering a small smile that ensured she wasn't judging you. It would be comical to do so, after everything that had led up to this moment. Adding to the count of her own crimes, she apparently unleashed an immortal mass murderer.

Wanda looks around, sighing softly. "I presume this place is yours."

You nod but look away from her. "Many of my properties were lost with my imprisonment. Taken back by the Council, or even stolen by other creatures. I'll deal with these usurpers later." The comment made Wanda bite the corner of her mouth. She'd never seen a vampire fight, and you seemed so sure of your own strength over anyone who stood up to you. It was attractive somehow. She pushed the thought away faster than it came. "Of course, you're welcome to stay as long as you need, even if I'm not around."

The statement makes Wanda chuckle in surprise, her cheeks slightly warm. "What? I can’t accept that. I will certainly not abuse hospitality-"

"Don't be ridiculous." You repeat her previous words with an easy smile, and the casual comment sounds different from your formal attitude so far that It's so charming that Wanda has to look away awkwardly, surprised by her own perceptions. "It's a pleasure to have you as a guest. And honestly, it's nice to have someone around after so long." The sincere confession makes her smile. Wanda understood loneliness well. You sigh. "There's enough room in this house. You can stay as long as you need."

Wanda nods. "How exactly did you get me here? And where is here exactly?"

"Northern Europe, but I'm not sure if the country's name remained the same as it was three centuries ago. And I didn't want to carry you so far from the castle, and I figured you didn't intend to return to Nepal and their Kamar Taj’s mages as well."

Wanda grimaces. "What do you mean with ‘carry me’?"

You chuckle slightly. "You were unconscious, Miss Maximoff. And buried under rubble when I found you. We don't have the same magical abilities,  so I can’t use the power of the mind to move objects or people. I picked you up, and brought you with me."

She needs to see this, and the invasion in your mind caught you off guard. Flashes of memories turn clear in your head, your figure pushing rocks out of the way until you find Wanda unconscious. You actually picked her up in your arms and started moving. At some point, you found a car, but good kilometers on the ice at high speed were walked.

Wanda leaves your mind with a sigh, and for the first time, you look upset.

"Please ask next time."

She's still coming to terms with the fact that you ran through the snow with her in your arms to apologize. "You walked half a continent for me?"

You shrug. "I ran, to be fair. Don't worry about that, it wasn't any trouble. My kind has enough strength and speed for a journey like that."

But the ease didn't detract from the significance of the attitude. Wanda could hardly remember the last time anyone had done anything for her - not even Vision, who was her partner, seemed to share any guilt when signing accords that wanted her in jail; And now a stranger was rescuing her at the end of the world just to bring her to safety, without expecting anything in return.

Her silence makes you clear your throat. "I'll give you some privacy. There's more food if you want it, and this is a suite, so the toilet is through that door. I've also taken the liberty of ordering clothes in your size while you’ve been asleep, they're all in the closet. The whole property can be explored, please feel free to do so. There’s a library and art rooms. And please, if you decide to leave, say farewell first."

Wanda smiles tenderly at your request, and you turn away. She finally realizes that you look very tidy, and calls out to you before you can leave the room.

"Are you going out?"

"Just for a few hours." You answer, frowning at the way her expression falls. "Is something wrong?"

Wanda sighs. "I just… don’t wanna be alone."

Despite the sympathy in your eyes, you hesitate. A hand on the doorframe. "Forgive me, miss, I promise I won't be long and that we can spend the rest of the day together." 

Wanda waves your concern away, starting to stand up. "Relax, I'll be fine, I wouldn't want to get in the way of your appointments. I'll explore the house while you're gone."

But despite her casual attitude, you call out to her with a certain seriousness that makes Wanda look at you again. There's something in your expression that makes it clear that you didn't buy Wanda's act at all, and that you can clearly see that she was being serious about her loneliness. Your eyes had a guilty aspect because you couldn't stay. 

You sigh, looking away as you explain: "I must feed myself, Miss Maximoff. Please don't think I'm avoiding your company."

She is slightly surprised by the confession and doesn't know exactly what to say about it. She decides to just nod, without the courage to question you further on the subject even though she's dying to know exactly in which way you're going to feed yourself.

And when you leave her alone, and she wanders around the huge rooms of that mansion, she can't help wondering where you are, if it's like in vampire stories, and you're in some alley cornering an unwary human, or if hunting animals is enough. She becomes so absorbed in her own doubts that when you return, she hasn't even finished seeing the whole place.

"Having fun?" Your question startles her slightly. She smiles, turning her attention away from the art paintings in the room and meeting your gaze again.

"You move silently."

"A talent we share."

Wanda chuckles and waits for you to approach her completely. Side by side, she is the first to speak.

"Everything here is very beautiful." She says softly. "And I may not be centuries old, but I'm no fool. It sounds too good to be true. Be honest, Y/N. What do you hope to get from me?"

You frown, taking one hand out of your pocket to gesture a little. "You have a suspicious nature, Miss Maximoff."

She snorts softly." Y/N..."

But you smile, and Wanda gasps softly because your hand moves to her face, a gentle touch to move a strand of hair out of the way of her eyes. "Not everyone wants to take something from you, Miss. Some people just want to give." Wanda ignores the intensity of your gaze, the quickening of her heartbeat, and raises her hand to grab your wrist and interrupt your intention to stroke her cheek straight away. Her eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion in your direction, although your smile never falters. "I could just force you to talk."

"There's no need for that, we can talk over dinner."

She hesitates, aware of the heat on her cheeks. You seem to have a personal victory and Wanda lets go of your hand immediately. 

"Wipe that smile off your face, it's not... that kind of dinner. We don't even know each other." She mutters embarrassedly. You return to your previous position, relaxed with your hands in the pockets of your dress pants and Wanda crosses her arms annoyed at the way her stupid brain keeps finding you more attractive every time she looks at you. 

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, miss." You retort humorously. "It's a strictly professional dinner."

She rolls her eyes, turning away to hide her smile from you.

"Just introduce me to the rest of the house."

"It's funny, all witches are always bossy." You comment, letting her gently pat your shoulder even though you could easily escape the gesture if you wanted to.

-&-

"I didn't know vampires cooked."

You chuckle, without taking your eyes off the knife cutting the vegetables. "Have you met many vampires?"

Wanda bites back a smile, rolling her eyes softly. "No, you're the first." She says, watching from the counter stool as you masterfully prepare dinner. "But I thought you guys didn't need to eat."

"We don't, not food at least." You retort gently, even though the implication makes Wanda's eyes sparkle with curiosity. You, despite being busy preparing the meal, notice the slight excitement and give a soft laugh. "If wished, my body can imitate all the biological functions it had before I died. This includes food." To illustrate, you take one of the cut pieces of carrot into your mouth, chewing and swallowing as you finish chopping the vegetables. Wanda bites the inside of her cheek, gathering the courage to ask you what she wishes to know.

When you pour the cut vegetables into a pot, she clears her throat. "Would it be insensitive if I asked how it happened?"

"Very." You smile back. Wanda sighs slightly, feeling like a little child trying to be liked. 

Please, please, notice me and talk to me.

The fire is lit, you wash off the excess vegetable stock and wipe your hands on a tea towel. You speak again.

"It's 2024, which means that in the winter it will be 320 years since my transformation." You begin a little nostalgically, your hands resting on the counter behind you. "Twenty was the age at which I died."

Wanda frowns. "You were so young."

"Yes, I was." You agree with a sad smile. "I used to work here, right in this mansion." Wanda adjusts herself, curiosity taking over completely. "I was raised by this family all my life, and when I fell ill, they decided there was no longer any place for me here."

The witch swallows dryly but doesn't interrupt your story. You look down, bringing your hands in front of your stomach to turn the larger ring you're wearing between your fingers.

"Sick servants would be sent away, so as not to spread the disease to the rest of the house. I died on the road."

Wanda frowns slightly. "Who bit you?"

"Bit me?" You retort in confusion. 

She chuckles awkwardly. "Yes, that's how it works, isn't it? Vampires bite humans and turn them."

It's your turn to laugh, a little impressed. "What? No, by the gods! Imagine how many of us there would be out there if every time a vampire fed, he turned someone? No, no, it's a bit more complicated." You comment casually. "You see, there's an immortality spell, created by the same author of the book that was with you when we met. Original vampires are made by ancient magic, and these can have bloodlines. Weaker vampires are transformed by their blood. And others can be created, even weaker by their descendants. The trick is to die with magical blood in your system so that your soul will be trapped by the magic and will not leave your body. It is then reanimated a few hours after we die. To complete the transformation, we must feed."

She absorbs your words for a moment. Until she finally asks: "Who transformed you?"

You lick your lips, shifting your eyes to the pot as if to confirm the cooking time, before turning away from the counter. "Come with me, I want to show you something."

She follows you around the mansion, way past the kitchen to another level. The entrance hall extends into a long corridor with many old paintings. Finally silver doors at the end.

"This is the main suite of the mansion." You clarify, fiddling with a bunch of keys kept in your pocket until now. Apparently, the only locked room was that one. "It's been adapted, moved from the upper floor to here on the lower level since, at the end of her life, the owner couldn't take the stairs."

Once unlocked, you push the doors open with both hands, exposing the immense royal suite inside. Wanda thinks it looks a lot like fantasy books and is busy admiring the decorations when she comes across a painting on the wall that knocks the air out of her lungs.

"What...?" She approached with uncertain steps until she was touching the painting with her fingers, groping for the drawing of a face that could easily be mistaken for her own. "How is that possible?" She demanded to know, turning to you.

You were still standing in the doorway, your hands in your pockets. "This is your ancestor."

"And why the hell does she have my face?"

"Heritage?" You retort good-humoredly, but Wanda snorts incredulously, advancing towards you angrily. You quickly raise your hands in surrender, a nervous laugh escaping as you see the fury in her eyes. “I’m joking, dear lord! I didn't mean to upset you. Let me tell you the whole story!."

"It better be a very good one." She retorts, watching you intently as if expecting a kidnap attempt.

You sigh, nodding before turning your face to the photo. "Her name was Elizabeth. She's gone if that's not obvious. This painting was done over four centuries years ago when your family was still known as the Maksymovs. They lived well, your ancestors, as you can see from the amount of gold in this manor. But sorcery and witchcraft were never very well-liked anywhere, and just like the rest of us, your family was hunted down." You say, stepping aside to open the curtains and light up the room. Still, on your back, you continued to talk. "I was just a little girl when Lady Maksymov took me in, Elizabeth’s mother. I cleaned and cooked, and I was lucky enough to be allowed inside the mansion. To share the room with the family. All due respect to their memories, but my Lady was not a decent person. She was cruel and harsh and preferred to die on the mountain of money than give a little to the children she watched depart for this place. I stayed here because I had no other choice in life, and when the neighbors began to question what she was doing in the basement, she was taken away just like her children.  And unlike her mother or any of her siblings, Elizabeth was not a very talented witch. Her magic was dormant. That poor woman, always so sad under the cruelties shouted at her by her relatives. She could never master chaos but it got better when she gave in to the darkhold's allure. Unfortunately for the servants, her gentle personality was gone once her magic control was improved. I remember her dark fingers chastising me every time I failed to fold the sheets correctly."

Wanda swallowed at the anger hidden. Your posture was enough for her to believe your words.

“Why did she turn you?”

You smile sadly. "I was just a means to an end." You reply. "Elizabeth was what they called a Siphoner. Although descended from a powerful witch lineage, she couldn't generate her own magic. She could only steal it from elsewhere, either from a magic book or from a vampire." 

Wanda sighs as she understands, and you chuckle in upset. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You weren't even close to existing back then."

She moves closer. "Still, on behalf of my family, I'm sorry." The witch says as gently as she can. "I can hardly imagine how painful that probably was."

You shrug, trying to be casual. "That was a long time ago, Miss Maximoff." You mumble before sighing. "And it didn't work out the way she wanted either. Elizabeth didn't intend to use me as her magical reservoir for so long. She wanted me to transform her. Make her a heretic, a vampire-witch hybrid so that she could steal magic from her own nature. And like a good servant, I did just that."

Wanda could feel the force of your painful memories with her telekinesis, flashes of vivid images in your mind begging to be relieved. A personal torture. 

"Let me guess, that was the rule you broke that put you in that tomb."

You lower your head, looking very upset all of a sudden. "No, Miss Maximoff. I was loyal until I wasn't anymore." Wanda frowns in confusion, but you sigh and stare at your own reflection in the window. "The abuse of the Darkhold destroyed Lady Elizabeth. Not even the spell of immortality could heal her, remove the rot from her soul. We traveled the world, searching for potions and creatures and anything we could find to help her, but I knew that the slaughter she was doing in the name of her own health had to be stopped. When our last trip ended, I told her I wouldn't help her anymore."

Wanda can see clearly now; the wrathful recollections of a witchy lady with an almost demonic appearance. The hold of the Darkhold on Elizabeth's soul. How you're only trying to defend yourself when you strike back.

You sniffle, turning your face away, and Wanda blocks your memories from her mind immediately.

"No greater dishonor than ingratitude." You mutter. "I shouldn't have turned my back on Elizabeth. She died alone in this empty mansion, taken by her illness. I returned to a rotten land wracked by dark magic. I restored every stone and raised the mansion to its original state. I lived as a vampire for a decade before I was captured. Elizabeth, in her last vengeful act, left a letter denouncing all her family's crimes to the magical authorities of the time. A lineage who survived the witch-hunts, chased by their own kind like animals. I wore the same coat of arms and slept in the family mansion, so they didn't care that my surname wasn't the same. But I wasn't a witch to die, and the darkhold refused to show the executors exactly how to kill me. The solution was a prison."

You're surprised that Wanda reaches for your hand, but you don't pull away. She also gives you a small smile.

"Three hundred years is too long to punish someone who had no choice." She says, the gesture of her thumb caressing your palm making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Definitely too long without touching someone was messing with your head. Little did you know, Wanda was going through something quite similar. Starved for physical touch. "Is that why you're being so generous? Do you think you owe this family a debt?" You swallow, nodding, and Wanda sighs. " Sweetheart..."

"Please let me serve you." Your tone is almost desperate, Wanda shakes her head. "Please-"

"This isn't the 1700s, Y/N. I won't be your lady." She assures you, her grip tighter. "You're a person, not a property."

"I'd be dead if it weren't for Elizabeth-"

"She was cruel and selfish, and she used you to your last breath. And beyond!" Wanda interrupts, not losing her composure when you huff impatiently and pull your hand away. "You can grumble all you want. I'm not going to honor the memory of some slave owner, family or not. You're free to go."

"But I don't want to leave, Wanda." You snap, almost pleading. "This is my home. Serving your family has always been... my purpose. Turning my back on it made me lose everything. And then you saved me, and for a second, I thought I could see Elizabeth again. I ran to this place, and I realized how much time had actually gone by." You sniffle, your hands going to Wanda's shoulders. "Please. Caring is the only thing I know how to do right."

Wanda sighs, her hands finding your wrists. "This isn't caring, Y/N, this is servitude. I would never ask this of you." Your expression falls as if you're being rejected. Wanda stops your hands from moving away. "But I could use a friend."

Your face lights up, and Wanda smiles too because she thinks you look so beautiful now. "Oh, that... is really very sweet. I'd be honored."

The witch chuckles. "You're adorable. Come, our lunch should be ready soon." She doesn't mention that you two walk into the kitchen hand in hand, and you don't mind, so you don't say anything either.

-&-

"I can't believe you don't know what McDonald's is."

"And I can't believe you've never been to the Opera, but here we are."

Wanda chuckles, shaking her head in disbelief at your response. You're sitting on the living room floor, or rather on cushions on the carpet because you refused to sit so informally and she was still working on getting you to relax into the casual way of living life in that century. 

Weeks into a roommate routine, your activities consisted of having meals together and talking about everything and nothing at the same time. You'd spent 300 years imprisoned, and Wanda had a multitude of things to introduce you to, while you'd been raised by the ancient witch family of the ancestors of a woman who knew little about her origins. You had as much to tell as she did.

Most days when you two would leave the Mansion, you would experience things that you had never experienced before. Restaurants, food trucks, and even the invention of cars or electricity. The Mansion needed to be restored too, but Wanda was happy to know that it hadn't been abandoned.

It was magically hidden, and she had distant cousins from very old marriages in her distant line. It was one of the best pieces of news she'd ever received - to know that she wasn't the only Maximoff left.

The Manor had been cared for over the centuries by escape witches, some of whom, like Elizabeth, had their powers dormant and lived normal lives under that roof. Until the place was finally inherited by her great-aunt, Tatiana, who was living in New Orleans, and Wanda would visit once the work on the mansion was finished.

She had no idea where you got the money for a whole restoration team, and you laughed when she asked, offering as an answer only the information that vampires can persuade people.

That's how you ended up on the living room floor, finishing gathering old belongings that needed to be protected from the paint restoration and set-up of that chamber.

"It's nice that some things have been preserved so well." She comments, stealing a quick glance at your figure distracted by sorting letters. You look good in this century's clothes that Wanda helped you pick out. The barely buttoned plaid shirt makes Wanda hold her breath every time she catches herself letting her gaze fall to your collarbone. 

"Rich families often treasure stuff." You retort with an easy smile. You stack a few letters before opening the next box of items and gasp slightly when you find something very valuable inside. "Look, I think you'll want to keep this."

The small item is placed in her palm: A gold button with an "M" engraved on it. The family crest. Wanda doesn't know why, but it makes her eyes water, and she gives you a tearful smile as she thanks you.

But despite this balanced relationship and pleasant routine, there was still the elephant in the room.

Every evening, you went out to feed yourself. For almost two months, Wanda didn't ask any questions. Even though she was dying to know exactly how, or even who.

But she didn't want to be invasive or even sound like someone obsessed with your fangs.

She would wait for some casual moment to bring up the subject. Perhaps at the next dinner party, with a joke, and then she would ask if you could show her how it was done.

Luckily for her, another witch was even more interested in the story.

Tatiana was an expert enchantress. She lived in an apartment in the heart of New Orleans and had a very busy pub, and to no surprise, frequented mainly by mystical beings. It was Wanda's first time in a place of that kind.

She was so excited to meet another member of her family that she almost forgot her last worries. It was her aunt, in between many colorful drinks after an afternoon of introduction, who brought up the subject again.

"So tell me, sweetie, all this work to restore the Maximoff household. It must be exhausting even for a vampire." Tatiana began with a smile. Her curly hair fell in waves down her back, and for the third time that night, Wanda noticed that green eyes were probably the only physical feature that most of the Maximoff women shared. Her aunt has a dangerous smirk on her lips as she looks in your direction, and Wanda swallows dryly as she realizes that it's the flirtatious kind. "We allow feeding in these parts."

You're taken aback. You chuckle awkwardly, aware of the two witches' attention in your direction. The crowded bar seems to get even smaller.

"I'm fine, Tatiana, don't worry." Wanda thinks you're lying. You can never maintain eye contact when you do, and she also often finds it charming how a vampire can be so bad at telling lies. "I had some blood before I got here-"

"By Morgana, that was several hours ago!" Tatiana cuts in, gesturing excitedly to the waiters. She was very happy to meet Wanda too and had been drinking since early morning in celebration. "You know, I used to date a vampire back in the last century. He had a restricted diet of animals and always looked pale and hungry. Are you one of those vegetarian vampires too?"

The question is rhetorical, she doesn't even hear your confused mutter "I don't think vegetarianism works like that". She's busy with the waitress, whose irises redden as soon as Tatiana speaks to her. The girl is younger than everyone else there and is clearly bewitched.

"There you go, dear, you can have a taste." Offers the woman, to which you choke in surprise.

"What? H-here? But..."

"Now, don't you act like a good Samaritan, Miss L/N." Tatiana retorts in a provocative tone, resting her chin on one hand. "I know what you got up to before you were imprisoned. Feeding off a waitress is nothing."

You're immediately crestfallen, your face flushing with shame. Wanda looks at her aunt with irritation.

"Don't talk to her like that." The younger witch says sternly. "'She's already received enough of a punishment.

Tatiana chuckles wickedly, tilting her head gently. A very familiar gesture indeed. "Let's get a few things clear, Wanda. The only reason I didn't rip that usurper vampire's head off the moment she set foot in my town was because she brought my niece back to me. The fighting separated our families, I never knew I had nephews. Do you think you would have joined that group of dressed-up Americans if I'd known you were a genuine Maximoff? No, dear, I would have raised you. Restored our coven, taught you magic, as it should have been. As it would have been if this ungrateful little blood-sucker had fulfilled the role she was given. Every spell has a price, and she didn't pay for this one she so boldly displayed for a decade of fortune-raising."

"I regret it very deeply, miss-"

"No, you don't apologize for any of this." Wanda interrupts you with a gentle squeeze on your wrist under the table. With a serious expression, she faces her aunt. "Let's actually get things straight, Auntie. You don't talk to her like that. Ever. You're not going to use something that happened three centuries ago against someone who has spent all this time imprisoned in a tomb, paying for crimes she didn't commit alone. It seems that witches, especially from this family, have a habit of evading accountability. I know that well." Tatiana gives a little smile, clearly aware of Westview, or what came after. Wanda doesn't hesitate. "She's my friend. And she's been through enough. All she's done since she came back is look after me, and I'm not going to accept this kind of treatment from anyone, not even my blood. And considering history, especially my blood."

Without contradicting, Tatiana nods in understanding, busying herself with lighting one of the cigarettes on the corner of the table. The colorful smoke wafted upwards as she finished a long drag.

"As you please, Scarlet Witch." The elder woman finally replies, and you swallow dryly, stealing a glance at Wanda to see if she might lose her temper at the slight challenge in her aunt's tone.

Damn, you'd forgotten how the Maximoffs had a rather dangerously weak ego to offend, especially if challenged.

But luckily for you, Wanda forced a smile, and the tension at the table eased. Tatiana dismissed the waiter with a nod and went back to talking about business in the city as if nothing had happened.

For the rest of the evening, Wanda drew patterns on the palm of your hand under the table.

-&-

Around midnight, when the desserts were finished but the bar seemed livelier than ever, you felt really hungry.

The witches were engaged in animated conversation about the times in Sokovia, how Tatiana missed the opportunity to find out about the Maximoffs after the surname grew more common around the country for a few years before disappearing again, and you used the opportunity to escape for a few moments.

A quick snack, just to satisfy your hunger. After all, you always kept yourself full around Wanda; you'd never forgive yourself if you lost control around her.

You make your way through the crowded bar, taking one last look at the back table before making your way to the exit. You're almost at the door when someone purposely bumps into you.

"Hey, better watch where you're going." Warned the corpulent fellow; he was at least ten centimeters taller and had a strong distinctive smell that caused you an instant anxiety. 

Wolf scent.

"Sorry, I didn't see you." You mumble, ready to bypass him, but he steps in your way again. 

"We don't like strangers around here." He informs you with a small smile, showing off his canine fangs. "You're lucky we have our orders, miss."

You sigh slightly. "Who are you again?"

"The name's Victor Creed, but everyone calls me Sabertooth. You know, because of these little beauties here." He points to his fangs with conviction. "They grow much bigger during the transformation. I once ripped the head of one of your kind with them." The story is clearly told to intimidate you, but your unimpressed expression makes the man clear his throat. "Don't go wandering around, Tatiana can't protect you on the outside."

You force a smile. "I can take care of myself, wolf, don't worry." You move around him to finally leave, but even with his back turned, Sabertooth laughs.

"Alright then, go for a walk while I introduce myself to your little witch. Do you know if the Scarlet Witch is looking for better watchdogs? If she's as stuck-up as the rest of the family, maybe I'll write to Kamar Taj about where she's been hiding."

The thing is, maybe you've spent too much time with the Maximoffs all your life. And your temper is just as bad as theirs.

Victor has barely finished his teasing, and you've already grabbed him by the arm, mashing him into the ground like a lump of flour. The commotion immediately attracts the attention of everyone around, but until the crowd fully identifies what's going on, Victor has already used his wolf-like speed to get to his feet and advance on you.

He's so confident about his own strength that it takes him a whole moment to realize that your fist has already gone through his chest.

"Give me one good reason not to spread your guts on this floor, Mr. Creed." You say with an unwavering expression, your hand clenched around his barely beating heart.

Victor chokes on his own blood, his muscular hands try to push your shoulders back, but you don't move an inch. He grunts in pain.

"I-I take it back." He gasps, but you squeeze a little harder.

"That's not a reason."

The man breaks down in a sob. "P-please. I'm begging you. I wasn't thinking-"

It would be so easy, just to kill him. Rip the heart out of that arrogant wolf and let him drop. You never forgot the feeling, the predatory hunger for blood and violence burning in your veins. Nor Elizabeth's disappointed look every time you ended up covered in blood and it didn't do any good.

Letting go of the heart, and pulling your hand out, you saw Victor's wound heal immediately. A full moon must have been just around the corner for a wolf to heal so quickly.

His release drew your attention to the rest of the pub. All those people, watching the scene with mixed expressions of horror and disbelief on their faces. Some clearly recognized you, others seemed surprised to witness a werewolf of that size being beaten so easily.

Vitor's blood stained the blouse Wanda gifted you, and you swallowed down the urge to vomit.

While you were trying to recover from the interaction, a duo cut through the crowd, and Tatiana's short giggle made you wince.

"Keep her in line, Wanda. We don't make a mess this close to humans in this neighborhood." The witch warns but Wanda is staring at you in complete mesmerization. You shake your wrist gently, letting the excess blood drip onto the floor before you start to move.

The adrenaline of the confrontation has starved you.

-&-

You barely enter the first alley before Wanda catches up with you.

"Where are you going?"

But you don't answer the question, you just keep walking and retort: "Go back inside, I won't be long."

For a moment, you think she'll obey, but how foolish of you. Wanda was probably the most stubborn Maximoff you've ever met.

She almost gives you a heart attack when she appears in your path, making you jump backward.

"What the hell...?"

"You're shutting me out." She declares, frustrated. You swallow dry, shaking your head.

"No, I'm just going for a walk to clear my head. See you at the apartment-"

"Taking a walk is what you're calling it now? I'm not an idiot, I know you're going to feed." Wanda interrupted annoyed, getting in your way and stopping you from fleeing. "Why do you keep trying to hide this part of yourself? I don't care that you're a vampire."

"Wanda, please, just move."

"No."

"Wanda."

She crosses her arms. "I wanna watch." 

You choke, chuckling nervously. "Excuse me?" 

But she doesn't lose her cool, nodding. "I want to watch you feed on someone."

Wanda imagined some reactions to the suggestion: anger, indignation, mockery. She didn't think you'd turn so clumsy, with rosy cheeks and unable to look her in the eye.

"You're a very odd individual." You mumble shyly, and she has to giggle confusedly, losing her serious pose to adjust the collar of your blouse. 

"Pleaseee." She stretches out the word, liking the way a smile breaks across your lips or especially the way you stare at her mouth when she talks like that. "I'll behave. I'll just stay put and watch. I've never seen it happen before. Please, honey? Just once."

You sigh in defeat, and Wanda taps her hands before jumping on your neck, and hugging you excitedly. It's a very difficult struggle to keep your fangs away with her so close.

It doesn't even last half a minute, but it feels like an eternity because you want to feed and everything always moves slower if the vampire focuses on hunger. 

"It's not going to be anything special, I don't want to cause a scene in your aunt's neighborhood." You let her know, thinking you need to talk a bit to push the dizziness away.

Wanda smiles excitedly. "Anything will be great, darling. Come on, I'll be right behind you."

It's easy to find prey in a place like New Orleans. You end up deciding on a restaurant waiter, isolated in one of the alleys. He's a young adult, distracted by chores, and you almost give up because of the smell of garbage so close by. But it's a very good isolated opportunity to waste like this.

Your fangs are already out when there's a noise behind you.

Wanda has bumped into something, loud enough to attract the boy's attention, who is startled by the two figures in the alley. One glimpse of your vampiric appearance and he's stumbling frightened away before starting to run.

You sigh incredulously, and Wanda appears in your field of vision.

"Sorry, it was..." She falls silent, surprised that you haven't gathered your usual looks and absorbing every detail of your face now. From the fangs to the completely darkened eye sclera. When she speaks, her voice is much huskier. "An accident."

"It's okay, it actually tastes better when they're scared." You shrug. "The adrenaline and fear accelerates the heart which pumps fresh blood throughout the body. That's why so many vampires prefer to hunt at night. People are more afraid of the dark than they think."

Wanda chuckles, looking at you in a way that makes you forget about the boy's footsteps becoming too distant to distinguish from the other sounds of the city.

"You're kind of a vampire nerd." 

"I don't know what that word means." You give a confused laugh and Wanda moves closer.

"It means I think you're really cute." She retorts, making you gulp dryly. Her hands find your shoulders, and Wanda gets close enough for you to count her freckles. "And I'm dying to know how these little ones feel, darling. Do they hurt?”

She's too close for you to focus, but you make an effort. "Hm, just a little, when they come out. They usually only bother me when I'm really hungry."

Wanda's fists cross together behind your head, and she's definitely too close for you to think about anything other than her.

"And how hungry are you now?"

"Very, Miss Maximoff." You confess hoarsely. Wanda smiles mischievously, tilting her neck in your direction.

"Well, I think you should have a little taste."

"God, Wanda." Your eyes close on instinct, your face falling forward so that you sink into the gap in her collarbone. Wanda shudders, as affected as you are. Her hands-free themselves so that she can stroke your arm, as a reassurance that everything is all right, and also caress your hair because apparently everything so far hasn't been maddening enough for her.

Every cell of your spirit begs you to sink your fangs into the warm skin in front of you, to drink every drop until Wanda faints against you, but you fight nature itself with her help. Her soft sighs in your ear, assuring you that she trusts you.

"It'll only be a little bit, I promise." You assure her, licking the spot gently and drawing a deep sigh from the other girl. It's the sound you focus on before you take the first bite.

Wanda tenses at the slightest hint of pain, but another sensation takes over elsewhere. Her cheeks burn with the betrayal of her own body, and she finds herself unable to care about the mild pain while she's throbbing between her legs.

Her nails dig into your biceps, and she starts to squirm under you, surrendering to the sensation of your bodies so close together. You hum in satisfaction at the soothing of your hunger, and Wanda drops her hand to your waist.

"Enough, baby." She whispers the request, her nails scratching the hair on the back of your neck. "I'm starting to get dizzy."

You hold on a little tighter, and Wanda softens against your body. Her heart is pounding, and she is aware of her pathetic underwear situation. Your body heaved forward, and Wanda didn't have the strength to resist any pull. She feels her back hit the wall of the alley, and whimpers at the feel of your leg pressed between hers.

She doesn't think she has ever been so at someone's mercy as she is now. She just wants to tell you to help her relieve the pressure between her legs, but every time she tries to call you, what leaves her lips are needy moans.

And you kept feeding and the surroundings began to darken. Wanda only realized that she'd been grinding herself on your thigh all this time because her climax approached at high speed, and falling off the edge brought a momentary recovery of consciousness.

"Oh, God, detka!" She meows, spilling herself on your thigh. Her body spasms softly, and you tense up, stopping your feeding immediately. Wanda falls limp in your arms, trying to fuck herself stupidly even after the orgasm she's just achieved. Your arms are the only support keeping her upright. "Do that again."

You shake your head, pushing her sweaty hair out of her face. "No, I took more than I should have." You retort softly, and Wanda has to blink a few times to realize that your appearance has returned to normal. "What a terrible idea that was, Wanda. So dangerous… I was starving."

She gives you a dreamy little smile. "How do I taste?"

"The best I've ever had." You assure her before adjusting her to hold her in your arms just in time for Wanda to lose consciousness.

She dreams of the same feeling of being carried but in a place much colder than New Orleans.

-&-

She wakes up just in time to see you putting her to bed, all the way to the borrowed room in her aunt's empty apartment.

Wanda grabs your wrist before you can pull away after putting the covers over her.

"Hey." Your voice and gaze are so sweet that she almost forgets everything that has happened so far. But Wanda actually remembers very well, and the lingering sensation of your body against hers makes her shiver. 

"Hey... sorry for blacking out on you." She murmurs, her free hand coming up to your face. You bite your lip, still hovering over her body and uncertain what you should do next. Should you pull away? Lean in and kiss Wanda like you've been dreaming of doing for weeks? She seems to be able to see all the hesitation in your eyes, and offers a reassuring smile, her hand caressing your cheek. "What's wrong?"

Wanda is definitely teasing you, but you don't mind, smiling too as you steady your hands next to her body on the mattress, face to face, the two of you waiting for the other to make a move first until the tension is almost unbearable. But you also remember what brought you there, and let out a small sigh.

"You shouldn't have baited me like that, Wanda. It's dangerous, I could have... lost control."

Her expression becomes almost mischievous, a smile threatening to break out on her lips. "I've survived much worse, darling."

You sigh in frustration. "Wanda..."

"It's the truth." She chuckles even though you move away to sit down properly. Wanda also mimics the gesture, looking for your hand on the bed so that you stop grimacing and look at her. "Hey, come on, don't be upset."

"I'm not."

"Then why the pout?" She leans in, kissing your cheek and you snort away, unable to stay angry with this adorably charming witch. "You have to trust me, sweetheart." She whispers, kissing your jaw. You sigh, squeezing her hand gently.

"I trust you with my life, Wanda." You let her know in the same tone, intertwining your fingers in her lap. Wanda smiles against your skin, chaste kisses trailing from your jaw to your collarbone. "I'm just scared... that one day, I'll lose control and hurt you. I'd never forgive myself."

She pulls away a little to look you in the eye. "I meant it what I said before." Starts the witch. "I've been through much worse. You weren't there to see... what I did to reach that little girl. You don't have to worry about hurting me, because it doesn't matter, I'll always heal." With your hesitation, she pulls further away to push the collar of her shirt aside and let you see the place where you fed on her a few minutes ago. "Look, it's gone. You have to trust me, darling. I know that the idea of anyone being stronger than an original is hard for you to accept, but believe me, I'll be fine. I'll always be fine, even if you are starving and out of your mind."

You grimace, adjusting yourself so that you can hold her by the waist and place her on your lap. "Just because you're going to heal doesn't mean I can hurt you. You deserve kindness, Wanda. I can give you my best." Your mouth meets hers, it's not a hungry kiss but it's a hot one and it takes Wanda out of her orbit. It's been a while since the last time, and well, it's never really been like this. She struggles a little to find her rhythm, for a short moment just panting against your experienced tongue, until she finally responds in an equally passionate way that makes you sigh and press your body to hers. 

Wanda likes the sound. Wanda likes you.

"Can I take off your shirt?" Your request comes between one kiss and another, she hardly answers because her mind is clouded with arousal, and if she could be honest, she would have been out of her clothes a long time ago. 

"Yes, please." She gasps back, anxious hands tracing your back. Wanda is restless under your touch, shy about your gaze once the clothes come off. But you do everything with an unbearable slowness that leaves her squeezing her thighs together in search of relief. 

She had sex before - For the first time in a war-torn adolescence, an experience that was forgettable and almost regretted. And then with a machine man who could pretend but never had the biological need to do so. 

This moment right now was like no other, being with someone who worshipped her body, who was as breathless as she was, who reacted to her touch and was practically at her mercy when she touched the right spot.

And Wanda finds that she loves it. Having you touch her and touch you back, and feeling your fangs scratch her skin every time she thrusts her hips into yours.

Pinned against the bed, naked as you are, your legs entwined together like your bodies. Sighs of pleasure mingle with the dance of your hips, and Wanda digs her nails into your back as your fangs press into her collarbone. 

You drink less than last time, but her legs still tingle. Or maybe it's the orgasm hitting her hard.

This is different from the first - the whole bed vibrates with the wave of magic that escapes the witch with her back arched. You hold Wanda, even though you're also shaking with the force of your own climax. She initiates the next kiss this time, moaning into your tongue as she spins your bodies around with ease. Your hands entwine together at the top of your head, but Wanda lets go, lowering herself and getting a confused sigh from you.

"What are you up to, little witch?"

Then it occurs to her with your expression that you are four centuries old and have spent much of this time as a prisoner and that perhaps you haven't been so confident because Wanda is your first lover.

She looks back up, sitting on your hips, breathing out of rhythm but now with a new excitement shining in her eyes.

"Babe, be honest... have you ever been with a woman before?"

Your face gains a deep color, and you turn your gaze away. Wanda falls hard, even if it doesn't occur to her yet.

She giggles softly and you're even more embarrassed, but she doesn't let you move away, her firm legs holding you in place.

"Don't make fun of me." You mutter, and Wanda snorts softly.

"Never." She assures you, even though she already has a new dozen antics memorized. Her mouth kisses your jaw and goes down like her body. The color in your cheeks is for another reason soon. "I love being your first. I want to make you feel good."

You hesitate to hold her when she's stimulating you, worried about losing control of your own strength. The sheets are destroyed when Wanda flicks her tongue over your breasts, smiling with delight at the sight of you squirming.

She goes lower and you gasp for air. "What... are you doing?" You ask mortified. It's not the 1700s anymore, you have to remember. Female pleasure is, well, taken into account. Wanda bites the inside of your thighs, watching the muscles twitch for a moment.

"You'll love it, I promise." It's the only thing she says before diving in, her hot mouth pulling all the air from your lungs. It's the most wonderful thing you've ever felt. Wanda's tongue works on your most intimate part, teasing your entrance before she starts to eat you out hungrily. You grip the headboard, your eyes closed tightly. Wanda holds your legs open, and the knot in your stomach starts to become impossible to contain. 

The witch seems to like it too. She moans for your taste on her tongue, and the new vibration pushes you over the edge. Wanda holds your spasming body without difficulty, you think she uses magic for that. And still calming down, it takes you a whole moment to stop seeing stars.

Wanda licks up every drop of your pleasure, moaning softly before meeting your gaze again. You can't hold it, and end up covering your reddened face with your arm while ignoring the smug giggle of the witch who begins to climb your body again.

"Don't be shy... you look so pretty when you moan my name." She praises you provocatively, and you can't help but smile, feeling completely relaxed. Wanda waits for you to look at her again, her arms resting on your shoulder so that she can look at you closely. "Hi."

Your hand finds her cheek. " Hi, yourself." She leans into your touch, her smile filling your chest with warm happiness. Wanda sighs.

"Can we stay like this? Just for a moment." She asks quietly, and something in her gaze tells her that the question isn't just for today. Wanda wants to know if you can be with her.

You would. Forever if she wished. "Of course, little witch. For as long as you want."

[wholoveseggs]

Mikaelsons & Marijuana

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

420 Followers

Hello my loves, I have reached the (very important) milestone of 420 followers! So I thought it would be a fun (& very stupid) idea to do some silly little headcanons about what kind of stoner each of the Mikaelsons would be...

♡♡ Ps. This is definitely the dumbest thing I've ever written, and I didn't tag anyone because I respect your time ~ lol ~ ♡♡

1k words - Warnings: drugs use

~☮~ Klaus ~☮~

- He smoked a lot of weed in the 18th century, mostly to just pass the time. It's not something he likes to make a habit of, because it makes him feel very human and that unsettles him.

- It somehow makes him more paranoid, but about stupid things, like, what if the reason he can't find a matching sock is because Kol is trying to make him think he's going crazy? Turn the family against him? Does Elijah really know what's in his shampoo?

- He will start a new painting every time he gets high, but never finishes it because he starts a new one when he's high again, and that one looks so much better, why would he finish this one when there's such a great one he can work on?

- He also gets really fascinated by the moon, he will just lay out on the roof or in the garden and just stare at it for hours. Wondering if he could survive the vacuum of space. Everyone ignores him when he gets like this, because they are afraid if he is even slightly encouraged, he’ll do it. Imagine him in charge of the ISS?? Terrifying.

~☮~ Rebekah ~☮~

- Her fav way to get high is through edibles. She will make a whole day out of it, baking the best treats and doing lots of self-care. It makes her very giggly and snuggly.

- She loves to take long baths when she's high, they make her feel like she's floating. She uses bath bombs, candles, rose petals, soft music, etc. Creating a relaxing environment for herself.

- She prefers to be alone, treats it a lot like meditation and will get a little annoyed if someone disturbs her.

- After all of the self-care she will put on her softest pajamas and sleep for at least a whole day.

~☮~ Kol ~☮~

- Kol is a bit of a scientist, always finding a new way to consume. He will try any form; smoking, vaping, edibles, drinks, dabs, tincture. You name it.

- He prefers to just smoke it, because it has the most powerful and immediate effect. He likes to see what it will do to his brain, or make him do. It makes him a very curious boy, he will test his own limits.

- As a witch, he will get his room all smoky and do stupid spells that will cause a light show. Sometimes the spells will even backfire on him and make him lose control of his limbs, or start levitating. It's pretty funny.

- As a vampire he gets incredibly horny and hungry, and often needs to be watched over so he won't go completely off the rails.

~☮~ Davina ~☮~

- Gets frightened and doesn't like the paranoia and lack of control. But sometimes she will try it with Kol and they will just cuddle and watch her favorite movies. He never pressures her to try it and always makes her feel safe.

~☮~ Elijah ~☮~

- Always refined, he will only smoke the best hydroponics mixed with the finest tobacco. It has to be premium and it has to be a very special occasion. He has to feel like he earned it, and that's difficult to do.

- He will spend a long time rolling it, making sure it's perfect. It's got to have just the right amount of weed, be perfectly shaped, the paper has to be perfectly smooth, the rolling motion has to be flawless and the filter just right.

- He can't stand the smell and will immediately shower afterwards, then he will get dressed up in his nicest suit, sit in his study and listen to classical music.

- If he gets really high he will want affection. He will lay with you and talk about some nonsensical philosophy, try to unpack things like the meaning of life. He will whisper poetry and kiss your cheeks. It's quite endearing, he gets all blushy and bashful.

~☮~ Marcel ~☮~

- He is always up for sharing, and always has the best bud on him. He will make it a very casual experience and offer some to the other vampire's that have been good to him. It's a time for everyone to unwind and chill for a little bit.

- He's definitely just a social smoker though, when he gets high alone he can fall into melancholy.

- He loves to get high with Rebekah, he will take her on the most elaborate and romantic dates, where they just eat an enormous amount of food... And maybe find someone to drink from together.

~☮~ Hayley ~☮~

- Has tried it a few times when hanging out with the werewolves. It makes her feel calm, and the colours around her just get brighter. She doesn't really understand it and isn't that into it, but she likes that she feels more connected to her pack.

- She likes to use CBD before she transforms into a wolf. It dulls the excruciating pain that comes from that, and she's grateful that it takes her mind off the torture for just a while.

- Jackson loves it, uses it in a spiritual way and is a very good guide for her on the matter. He makes her laugh and makes her feel safe when they are alone, sharing a joint, talking about life, and their plans for the pack.

~☮~ Freya ~☮~

- It freaks her out because it makes her feel sleepy and unfocused, which she does not enjoy at all. She finds it to be a waste of her time and feels like it could never be that enjoyable to be stoned all of the time, there are so many better ways to pass the time.

- But she will experiment with using it in her magic, and will make some potent edibles for her beloved sister. She does think it has some medicinal purposes.

- She is very fascinated by it, and will watch as the other's indulge. She will be the one to find Klaus watching the moon, it amuses her to see him so carefree.

~☮~ Esther ~☮~

- Didn't know exactly what it was one thousand years ago, but liked to add some to her tea. It would make the stress of living with Mikael much easier to deal with.

- Perhaps drank too much tea one day and had the genius idea to make her children immortal. Totally worked out well for her.

~☮~ Mikael ~☮~

- Would never, makes you weak and complacent. If you wanted to be so carefree and useless you might as well be dead.

~☮~ Finn ~☮~

- Tried it once, didn't inhale.

[volterran-wine]

Hello again dearest Nathalie, I hope you are doing well. Some time ago I asked how the whole glittering in the sun worked and in your answer you mentioned that every vampire looks different in sunlight. You, for example, mentioned that Caius has a pearlescent look to him and now I've been wondering for a while what the other volturi would look like. Could you make like a list with pictures of what it would look like or if that is too much work (which I totally understand, so no pressure at all) just a list without pictures? I hope you have a good day/week/month :) <3

• — 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦

Ah yes, I remember this question quite fondly.

It was difficult for me to find pictures that truly spoke to how I imagine their glow, so for now I have decided to answer it in written form. Volterran-Wine does in fact own a large crystal selection she has studied to find the right answers.

𝐀𝐫𝐨: The first you would see is a greenish hue, like oxidised copper. There would still be those hints of warmth however, with a discreet sheen of sparkle.

𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐮𝐬: He almost has a pearlescent finish to his skin and there’s a slight reddish hue when he enters certain types of light.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬: They say he once shone more brightly in the sun, but now vampires compare this kings skin to dulled brass

𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚:  This queen shifts beautifully like the darkest garnet, with a glitter-like shift that leaves those around her spellbound when they see it.

𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚: Many have compared her skin to the glint of steal, speckled with red like a bloodstone when the sun hits her just right.

𝐃𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐦𝐞: Once upon a time she resembled an opalite with a pinkish hue, now few remembers how vibrant of a sparkle Didyme once had.

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𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢: Our resident tracker resembles a bronze statue in it's prime, almost bordering on a golden hue, not unlike the crystal tigers eye.

𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱: The way Felix shines in the sunlight is the same way a great mountain glimmers in a bronzed and golden glow if there are copper minerals deep within the earth. It is warm and inviting.

𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞: Her glow is very particular, it is soft and almost has a translucent quality to it. The best way I can describe it is that Jane looks like living and breathing selenite.

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐜: Seeing as though him and Jane share a lot of the same genetic makeup, they are quite similar. However, Alec has a slight blue-ish tint to his glow as well.

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐢: This woman looks like an Opalite, come to life with a rosy hue beneath it all. Among the Volturi she is also one of the vampires who do in fact have a certain glitter to their skin.

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚: She is one of the few that partially glitter, though she gleams more if you ask those around her. If you look at Renata for too long it is like a duochrome of sienna and burnt orange.

𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧: Under the correct lighting Corin is like a pearl, but most of the time she looks like the iridescence you find inside of shells,

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐚: She looks like a marble statue come to life, the softest glow you will ever see.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧: Some say that Afton nearly looks like a silver statue when he moves under the sunlight, it is almost blinding with a soft blue-ish hue.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐨: He has this quality about his skin that is like smoky quartz, you expect it to be quite dark and dull-but the shifts in colorur is just out of this world. His tattoos almost seem to take up a life of their own when he steps under direct sunlight as well.

[velvetcloxds]

Looking for somebody =

+ could you pls make the reader chubby cus am chubby girl and it would be a comfort for me after today 😅❤ but only if you want to ofc anyways i hope you had a good day ♡♡<3

A FEW CENTURIES | C.C.

word count: 0.7k

warnings: chubby!reader, not specified anywhere but it's chubby-reader-friendly as always, I also have not read the vampire diaries books, just watched the show

summary: carlisle and edward find your obsession with the vampire diaries books a little ridiculous, especially when you've got your own house of vampires right there in the real world

It was a dangerous thing, reading around Edward, whatever you were reading was bound to count as entertainment for him as well, even if he was busing himself with his own thing which he always was. Lately, you'd been getting into a silly little series of books you'd been gifted as a joke at first, the writing wasn't really something to rave about but the characters had stolen your interest and you were deadset on finishing the whole series despite the mind reader's distain.

"Edward, I can't focus with all that ruckus," you noted with an overly dramatic sigh, expecting that very look to rest on his face as he caught you telling him off for doing something in his own home. He lifted his hands from the ivory keys of the piano with a sigh of his own. "Must you play while I'm reading?" you huffed and stuffed the faded receipt into your book to hold your place.

"Must you read while I'm playing?" he demanded in return and you heard the softest scoff from the kitchen where Carlisle was making you dinner, his favorite pastime as of late, making the most of his fancy kitchen on your behalf.

"Carlisle, your son is being insufferable," you noted with a delicate smirk, tilting your head back to see a similar look on his face as he met your gaze. "His irritation with my book has turned to actual sabotage."

"You truly think I spend my days planning ways to disrupt your reading?" Edward played a few notes, it wasn't half as bad as you'd expect from your words but it was untimely. How were you to focus on the current villain taking his shot to kill Elena if you were distracted by Edward's rendition of Mozart? "Burning those books of yours would take up much less of my time, this-" he pushed down onto a lower key, humming at the sound and chuckling lightly at your frown. "This is merely to help me endure it."

"You know, you may look like a teenager, Edward, but you can't hide the fact that you're really just a bitter old man," you informed him, and when he chuckled you did too, wanting to get back to your book. Still, you weren't all that bothered that you couldn't when Carlisle sat down on the couch next to you, giving the two of you a familiar look before taking the book from your hands and scanning the page.

"Bitter old men, she says," he mused, very perfectly landed on a page where Elena was stuck right in the middle of some vampire crisis having to be saved by a vampire named Damon who by the looks of it seemed more popular for his appearance than his actions based on Elena's reaction which didn't at all match her description of him. "Seems you have a type," he concluded and was sure to take note of the page you were on before closing the book and chucking it onto the coffee table.

"You jealous, my love?" you teased and he was happy to play along if it meant you'd draw closer to him, leaning onto his chest and brushing a hand around his neck.

"Should I be?" he furrowed his brows in mock concern, shamelessly dragging a hand to cup your waist, the other lifting your palm to steal a kiss, at the ever-disgusted expense of Edward who had gone back to playing as loud as he could.

"Never," you replied earnestly, kissing the tip of his nose before brushing against it with your own. "You're the only dead man I have eyes for," he pinched your waist at that, leaning in for a kiss of his own satisfaction only pleased when you smiled against his lips to end it. "Plus," you hummed, tugging lightly at the hair settled in the nape of his neck to keep his focus. "He's far too young for my liking, you got a good two or three centuries on him."

"Watch it, trouble," he laughed, smacking lightly at your behind when you jumped off him to taste whatever he'd concocted for your dinner.

[herehavesomeheadcanons]

Seraph of the End vampires x reader… and purring!

Was gonna do basic headcanons for another fandom… buuuuuuut i got distracted thinking about purring vampires! Can you really blame me?

Felt lazy so i grabbed the images off pinterest instead of taking my own screenshots-

Ferid Bathory

🤍♦️ He has a low, seductive purr. It’s barely noticeable from a few feet away, but up against your ear… oh my. 

🤍♦️ Don’t let him know how much of an ‘effect’ his purring has on you. Or do- You’ll find his face up against your ear a LOT more often, just purring away. He’s such a little flirt, honestly.

🤍♦️ Physical affection is a good way to get him purring. He just likes that you’re accepting his love! Everyone most people are incredibly wary of him, so he doesn’t receive a lot of affection. Let him know that you reciprocate his feelings and you won’t be able to get him to shut up!

🤍♦️ He loves that you’re able to make him purr. It’s not really a commonly known vampire feature. Hell, he probably didn’t even know he had this kind of automatic response. He is Very excited to see all the ways you can trigger this response. If you like hearing him purr, he won’t decline you!

🤍♦️ Just imagine laying in bed with Ferid holding you from behind. His pretty arms wrapped around your waist. And he’s just purring gently in your ear. A wonderful way to fall asleep, or wake up!

Lacus Welt

💜✨ His purring changes volume and tone depending on what you’re currently doing to him. Normally, it’s just a lazy little ‘phrrrrrrrrrr’.

💜✨ Not as much of a tease as Ferid, thank goodness. Also, his purrs aren’t nearly as seductive as Pretty Bastard’s. He finds it amusing that you take such an interest in making him purr.

💜✨ Lacus loves to lay his head in your lap and have you play with his hair. Also, just gently touching him. Maybe rub his back or shoulders. He can be a really lazy little shit when he gets home from a long day of work. Long, lazy cuddle sessions are the way to go when you want to get him purring.

💜✨ Not adamantly opposed to purring. He’s actually rather curious about this new function. He also really likes the way you fuss over him when he does it. Lazy little fuck just wants you to give him affection without him having to ask for it.

💜✨ Lacus’s purring is a very soothing thing to fall asleep to! The gentle vibrations of his chest are just so comforting, like hearing an actual cat purr! If he doesn’t have anything to do the next day, he’s going to keep you in bed with him. Hope you weren’t planning on going anywhere, because now you’re trapped with a lazily purring vampire!

Rene Simm

🖤♦️ Rene has a very low, almost growling purr. Perhaps that’s just because he’s a grumpy little emo.

🖤♦️ No matter how attractive you find his purring, he’s not gonna tease you with it. Not even the slightest bit. He’s just not a teaser.

🖤♦️ Want to get him purring? Play with his hair. Rub his scalp. Cuddle with him. This grumpy emo bitch is so touch-starved! He’ll never admit it, of course, but his purring is a dead giveaway that he loves what you’re doing.

🖤♦️ Oh gosh, he HATES purring. It’s SO EMBARRASSING! But he JUST. CAN’T. STOP. It’s an automatic response! He’ll just sit there with the grouchiest expression on his tired face, purring like a lawnmower and blushing furiously. It’s pretty damn cute.

🖤♦️ Imagine being snuggled up against this sulking emo at night; your arms wrapped around his chest from behind, your face pressed into the back of his shoulder. As you run your hands along his chest, you feel the vibrations from his reluctant purring. When you wake up in the morning, he’s gone (Rene is an early-rising tsundere XD).

Urd Geales

💡The softest, gentlest, most soothing purr ever. Just hearing him purr will put your mind at ease!

💡Like Rene, not much of a tease. He’s too much of a gentleman. He’d never put you in such an uncomfortable position!

💡 Like pretty much all vampires, Urd is touch-starved af. Even just holding his hand is enough to get him quietly purring. It’s one of the reasons he won’t let you touch him in public. If you want him to be louder, a shoulder or back massage should do the trick. Being the only competent vampire leader in the world is stressful work, and he’s got quite a lot of tension built up!

💡 He’s so embarrassed of his purring. He’ll really only let you touch him in private because of it. Unlike Rene, you can see him fighting back a smile whenever you give him some much-needed love and affection!

💡 If you can manage to drag Urd to bed with you (you WILL have to drag him), his purrs are definitely the best to fall asleep to. He has such a gentle, soft tone that will make your heart melt with warmth. Falling asleep and waking up to his purring is well worth the effort it takes to get him in bed! 

Ky Luc

🔹🤎 This guy purrs like a fucking motor boat. His purrs are definitely the loudest!

🔹🤎 I’m not entirely certain how he would tease you with his purring, but if he could he would. He’s almost as bad as Ferid when it comes to teasing! He loves to grab you from behind and purr in your ear. Not nearly and seductive as Ferid’s purrs, but more than enough to make you giggle!

🔹🤎 Ky loves to make you giggle. It’s just so cute when you laugh, and he likes to be the one that makes you smile! When you laugh at his stupid jokes, he’s sure to start purring! Aside from that, affection is another good way to get him to show you his motorcycle impersonation! He loves to snuggle you and press kisses all over your face, purring the entire fucking time.  🔹🤎 He’s absolutely DELIGHTED to find out that he can purr. You found out something about him that even he didn’t know! He’s going to want to experiment and see exactly what makes him react this way. Chances are, you’re happy to help satisfy his curiosity.

🔹🤎 Good luck falling asleep with this guy purring in your ear! It’s more than likely that you’ll need to invest in a pair of noise-cancelling headphones just to get some rest. He just. Doesn’t. Stop. There is no off button. His purring is just SO LOUD and there’s nothing you can do to make him shut up! You didn’t need sleep, did you?

[thefanboyhub]

Bronte headcanons?!??!

(Sorry if I've already asked you that)

Do you want to give Bronte a kiss on the forehead and cuddles???

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I LOVE HIM MORE THI OBVI ALSO YESSSSSSS I DO AND YES I WILL GIVE YOU MY HEADCANNONS

He started the whole vampire shit with humans. He was so emo and brooding and all that silly stuff when humans were around and it made the myth/legend of vampires.

He actually loves his curly hair but refuses to be taken as a joke so he keeps his hair buzzed. (Too many people said he looked soft with his curly hair long)

If he were to step down from the council it would be to adopt a child. DONT ASK ME WHY I JUST HAVE A FEELING HE WOULD OK.

Use to be reckless and wild until he accident hurt people he cares about which set him down the path to becoming what he is today.

Is more up to date with the times than any other ancient elf. He is actually surprisingly patient and loves to learn the new stuff no matter how hard he tries to bullshit it and say he doesn't care and all that emo bs.

If he cares about you he's very attentive and does a lot of silent acts of service; like making food and having it sent to you and all that jazz. But it's hard for anyone to get in his heart, mostly because he takes his job seriously.

Definitely not straight. His sassy ass is most definitely bisexual but also not really into anyone. He just thinks everyone is hot and doesn't think much farther than that.

The OG emo/goth but when he was younger he was the OG punk/scene kid. Don't ask, I just know it ok.

When not sober he's literally the softest and silliest guy ever: one time he flirted with Emery while drunk (he made an excuse the next day saying he thought Emery was a women while drunk. It was a lie. He knew.)

Switches from the parent of the council to the bratty child who doesn't like complying with the group.

Very close with Oralie, even before Sophie. He was one of the few people to support her and actively gossips with her. They are besties your honor.

He used to be much sillier and laid back when he first joined the council but after the thousands of years and all that he's seen he learned to become cold and do what has to do.

Out of all the council he would be the least likely to have his mind shatter from guilt: especially if the guilt would be murder of any kind. He's seen a lot and he's desensitized to it in a sense. He wouldn't feel an ounce of guilt if it was to protect the helpless.

He is very against hurting helpless people in any kind. He was only aggressive with Sophie because he knew she wasn't helpless and that she was probably dangerous; He never wished her to be harmed in the way she was. Even when inflicting he went easy on her.

I also think he only basically bullied Sophie to push her to be better to prove him wrong. He did not want her to be evil, so he was the bad that pushed her to do good ifykwim.

Likes to nap any chance he gets. He just likes how comfy his bed is tbh.

Not fond of land animals unless they're fluffy as all hell and adores sea creatures.

Use to hate change when he was younger and now he's so used to change that he handles it the best out of anyone on the council.

Mourns his old friends as if they were dead because he cannot connect with anyone due to his job. Secretly thinks of Oralie and Emery as his friends but never tell him. (They know and they also don't say anything.)

Emery and Him have kissed. I just know it.

Disassociates a lot. Dawg is traumatized, like he's been alive for how long? Ain't no way he ain't traumatized.

Anyways

That's all <3

(I could make this man smile I swear I could. Like I could make him happy. Once chance Bronte PLEASE. AGE IS JUST A NUMBER 😭/J)

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Chay’s blood is rich and honey-sweet in Kim’s mouth, like nothing he’s ever tasted before. The taste makes his own blood surge, pulsing with want—he's drunk on it, taking deep, greedy pulls. Chay sighs beneath him, a weak moan, no doubt the pain equal to his pleasure. Kim has to force himself to stop. Thin red rivulets drip down Chay’s neck—Kim chases them with his tongue, not wanting to waste a drop, and only succeeds in smearing the stains across Chay’s skin. 

“Kim…” Chay is fading fast. His eyes drift to the side, unseeing, and his hands are cold as what little blood left in his veins is diverted to his core. 

“It’s alright, Chay, I’m here.” Kim lays Chay down, holding the boy across his lap. He bites his own wrist, thumbs Chay’s chin with his other hand, and spills his blood into Chay’s waiting mouth. Chay tries to turn away from it, but Kim won’t let him, his gentle touch the softest steel. “It’s alright,” he says again, a soothing croon that Chay can barely hear. 

When his only other option is to drown, Chay finally swallows, shuddering at the slick warmth that fills his throat. Soon it will burn, as Kim’s venom consumes him, changes him, a cellular alteration. 

***

“You can’t keep going like this,” Kim says. Chay, curled around his knees and digging bloody grooves into his arms, refuses to acknowledge him. “I know you’re scared. You don’t want to hurt anyone. But you will. A starving vampire will never be safe with anyone.” 

“Then I’ll stay here.” A quiet rasp around fangs Chay hasn’t yet learned to hide. 

“Chay—”

“Why do you care? You did this to me! You made me this—this—”

Kim set his jaw. Gritted, “I saved your life.” 

“You made me a monster.” 

Silence. The accusation hurt more than it should. “Is that what you think I am?”

Chay tightened his arms around himself. He could feel Kim’s hurt through their bond like a physical thing, and he didn’t know why, didn’t know how to escape it. 

“I don’t want to kill anyone,” he whispered. 

“You don’t have to. The blood is donated.” 

“Then it should go to someone who needs it to live.” 

“Chay…”

“Will I die?” 

“... No. I don’t think you will. Not for a long time.” 

“Then I don’t need it. And I don’t want it.” 

A heavy sigh. Kim knows he won’t be able to convince Chay, He also knows he can’t bear to stand by and watch him wither. Kim nearly lost him once already—he can’t let it happen again. Not when he has the power to prevent it. 

That’s exactly what led them to their current predicament. It’s exactly the justification Kim uses to make things so much worse. 

Hating himself for it, Kim pulls on the sire bond between them, commands Chay, “Come here.” 

Chay tries to fight it. Kim can see the struggle, the way he tears at himself, his eyes wide and wild. “No, no, no—” But the bond is a deep, primal kind of power that Chay can’t hope to resist. It’s woven into the fabric of his being; he’s helpless to do anything but obey. He crawls across the floor to kneel at Kim’s feet. 

“Please,” Chay cries, powerless at Kim’s mercy. “Don’t do this.” 

There are limits to the power their bond holds over him. If Kim forces this, forces Chay to contort himself around the command, it might shatter entirely. He doesn’t know what would happen to a bitten fledgling without a sire. He doesn’t intend to find out. 

Kim sinks his teeth into his own wrist. Drinks the first blossom of blood in his mouth, the pressure ensuring a steady flow. Then he lowers his arm, the blood that drips down his hand an offering. Chay’s lips part around a ragged exhale, his fangs glinting in the low light. 

Kim won’t force him to drink. He leaves the final choice to Chay. It isn’t much of a choice at all—a newly turned, starving vampire, presented with fresh blood, stands little chance at refusing. But it’s still a choice, and Kim won’t take any more of Chay’s control than he needs to. 

“It’s alright,” Kim prompts when Chay still hesitates. The blood on his skin is getting sticky-dry, his wounds beginning to heal over. “You can’t hurt me.” 

It’s the permission Chay needed. He sways into Kim, takes hold of his arm with bloody, clawed hands, and fastens his mouth over the bleeding wound. Kim hisses when Chay’s fangs sink into him—two heartbeats later the pulsing heat of Chay’s venom floods his body, and Kim never knew it could feel like this. Chay moans in turn, both at the taste of warm, rich blood that finally slakes his desperate thirst, and the pleasure he can feel through their bond, compounding his own. An overwhelming feedback loop that builds and builds and builds, until Kim tears himself away just before the crescendo. 

They’re both breathing hard, their eyes matching pools of black. 

“Kim…” Chay is dazed, listing where he kneels, blood-stained and beautiful. Kim watches Chay touch his glistening lips, his tongue following the blood. Kim wants to taste his own blood on Chay’s tongue. 

Kim takes a step back. He stumbles, light-headed, his blood thrumming in his veins. He needs to leave. Takes the crystal decanter off the table as he passes because if Chay won’t drink it then he will.

Chay’s quiet, wondrous, “Thank you, P’Kim,” follows him out the door.

[sunshine-in-a-bottle]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)

you know what, fuck it. I've been getting so many of these and I don't know how to answer so I'm just naming mutuals/tumblr folks that make me happy. This is your problem now.

@mistythedritten, for showing up in my notes one day and never leaving, proving to me that Misty may in fact be a vampire. a very cool lovely vampire. drop your vampiresona.

@noodleydoo, for being the cutest and softest person ever and making me brainrot over Puffy, a brainrot I did not expect to have.

@baka-monarch, for being a small little borrower I found in my pocket. Deserves cookies crumbs and a full nights sleep.

@hiding-in-the-vault, for letting me randomly go into her DMs and being really abnormal about Dragon Age and Fire Emblem. I'll be far more active in there after college is over so please prepare yourself mentally for the insanities.

@simplepotatofarmer, for being the Blood God's strongest soldier and speaking the ultimate truths about DNB. Also for being faintly druid-coded. What's your dnd class. This is a genuine question please I need to know-

[tamakiluvs]

tamaki as your boyfriend <3 (nsfw)

it would start out with soft, gentle kisses on his neck

he'd be absolutely red from the sensation, soft moans leaving his mouth

he'd wrap his fingers in your hair, tugging softly

he would try to resist (like the gentleman that he is) until he just can't anymore, and then he'd pounce on you

yes, POUNCE

hands roaming everywhere, fingers fondling your tits (he LOVES your tits), lips grazing every inch of your skin

he'd be obsessed

he would cry from how perfect you are

praises, praises, praises

he kisses you EVERYWHERE

*taps mic* soft dom

softest soft dom to ever soft your dom i can't emphasize this enough!!!!!

his kink is praising you

(and you choking on his magnificent majestic humongous veiny girthy heavy warm fat beautiful cock)

he'd chant a string of praises for you every time

"you're doing so good for me," "mmhm just like that, baby," "can you go a little deeper for me sweetheart?" "oh my god—mmh yes, just like that," "you're perfect"

he would let out low baritone groans

imagine his morning voice. now imagine him moaning in that voice. it would be like that every single time

"you're going to make me cum if you continue that, sweetie"

he would be SUCH a tease

he would tap his beautiful majestic girthy veiny hefty massive cock on your cunt

oh OH he would be SOOOO good with his fingers

like, he has a beautiful majestic girthy veiny hefty massive cock but he would not solely rely on it

"gentlemen are always prepared, my love"

oh he always carries a condom btw. a handkerchief but that's not the point

mhmm he loves to see you bouncing on his cock while facing him

foreheads touching

he is the biggest sucker for intimacy

foreplay >>>>>>>>>>>>

his foreplay game is NO joke

he would absolutely have a biting kink

vampire tamaki

oh he would absolutely love to see you begging on your knees after he spends an hour teasing you

he's a masochist, let's face it

mhmm handcuffs? absolutely

but he prefers pinning them over your head himself

his hands are the best handcuffs

choking kink? CHOKING KINK!!!

oh he's blushing the entire time btw

absolutely flushed in the face

bro stumbles every time you do something remotely hot because in his head you're still his crush

HE'S SO IN LOVE I'M CRYING

he'll be kissing you every two minutes

hickeys hickeys hickeys

"i just love marking you, darling"

mhmmm he loves it when you pull him by his tie

instant boner alert

boooiiinnnggg

oh he also loves it when you're whining or leaving scratches on his back

he's very expressive in bed, to say the least

constant groaning moaning humming in your ears mhm

[popironrye]

How did Erin find out Dwayne's a vampire, and how did she react?

You have no idea how much I appreciate the asks! 😊 This one gets a bit long, I was just so excited! I'm sorry in advance, I kinda took the question and just ran into a mini prompt with it. Love ya! ❤️❤️❤️

TL:DR- Erin finds out Dwayne is a vampire because she pushed him to figure out why they never hang out during the day, and she's conflicted about the whole murder thing, hates the fact the boys kill people, but chooses not to dwell on it cause she really likes Dwayne. But please keep reading for more detail!

It's difficult to hide something like being a vampire from your human girlfriend in a lot of ways, but especially if they're a morning person and you can't step out in sunlight, ever.

So Erin and Dwayne quickly became a nighttime power couple, going on every date imaginable, but only after the sun went down. Erin would suggest hanging out or doing dates during the day, all of which Dwayne had to think of an excuse to decline. Even on late nights when Erin was really tired, she'd offer Dwayne to stay with her for the night. Once again, Dwayne would quickly think a reason to say no, even though he very much wanted to stay.

Things only got worse once the two became intimate. With an equally shared sex drive, the two often engaged both in the boys' cave and in Erin's home. Whenever they would make love in Erin's bed (or her couch, the coffee table, the wall, etc. 😉) Erin would always awake in an empty house. Dwayne would always leave a handwritten note with some kind of explanation for leaving while littered with affirmations of love and sweet pet names. When they had any alone time in the cave and fooled around, it felt even more empty to Erin. As the same thing would happen. They'd make love in a makeshift bed near the lobby, but when morning came, she was all alone with nothing more than a note. Erin could only stand sex in the cave a couple of times, as remembering waking up in a strange place and having to emerge from a dirty cave by herself and drive back home alone was a huge turn off when Dwayne would initiate anything spicey.

It got to a point Erin was begging to worry, despite Dwayne's affectionate nature with her, she worried he was having doubts about her. As bad as it was to think he only wanted her for sex, it was hard not to consider, especially since Erin was so open to do it often. After all, Erin was self conscious about her body, but Dwayne made her feel loved and beautiful. But not beautiful enough to wake up to?

It began to bother Erin, to the point she wanted to spend less nights out at all. After her shift Erin quickly returned home. It only took two nights of this for Dwayne to ride up to her house to check on her. He seemed genuinely concerned she was getting sick or something. Eventually Erin laid it all out to him about how she felt. She could get past only hanging out at night, they're schedules being polar opposites was fine after all, but she couldn't help but feel gross that he didn't think she was good enough to be with after they fooled around.

The next scene is nothing short of a blood bath. The boys reveal their vampiric nature, much to Erin's dismay. Dwayne's doing his best not to scare her, but Erin has to turn away and lean on a tree, trying her best to tune out the screams by covering her ears. When everything gets quiet, Erin didn't dare move. She flinches at the softest touch to her shoulder. It's Dwayne, looking more normal than before but his face and chest was smeared with blood. Erin is a bit shaken up but she manages to make a joke about the whole thing. Finally realizing this is why they never hang out during the day. Dwayne can't step in sunlight at all. That sucks, cause she likes being out in the sun. But she also likes Dwayne. And she says she wants to make this work, which makes Dwayne ecstatic.

Dwayne of course was shocked and immediately on the defensive that that wasn't what was going on at all. He cared deeply for her, but his face was also unsure. He clearly showed hesitation. When pressed, Dwayne promised he'd explain everything, but he needed her to go with him. Erin wasn't sure, but Dwayne promised he'd never do anything to hurt her. That he wants nothing more than to wake up in bed next to her and if she's just willing to trust him this one time, he'll show her why he can't during the day.

Erin agreed and rode off on his bike. He drove up where David, Paul, and Marko all were, who looked at them in puzzlement. Dwayne merely told them 'she's coming with us'. Without elaborating further. They seemed more amused than anything else. They drove off to a more secluded area near the end of the woods, and at this point Erin was beginning to feel uneasy. But Dwayne was quick to reassure her. In the woods looked like a frat party with young men in football jerseys drinking beer and making a lot of noise around a fire in front of their camper van. The music being so loud they don't even hear the bikes. Erin is just confused cause these guys did not look anything like people the boys would hang around with. The boys began to sneak into the camp sight, David even remarks to Erin he's sure she'll get a kick out of this. But only because Erin recognizes a couple of the guys as being constant problems at the alley for her. Always acting like entitled jerks.

Dwayne stays on his bike for a moment with Erin holding onto him, she has a lot of questions. Dwayne explains there's something about him that she doesn't know about. Something he'd been wanting to tell her for a long time, but he was worried if he did he'd lose her. He says all this while kissing Erin's hands and fingers. She assures him that he can tell her anything. Wanting to believe that, Dwayne climbs off his bike. With a gentle caress of her cheek, he catches up with the other boys, leaving Erin to decide to stay on his bike or get closer. Erin opts to get closer to figure out what was going on.

Killing people is a problem of course. Erin can't even kill insects in the house without feeling bad. But she sticks it out to be with Dwayne. She feels a lot better after a night in the cave, deeper in the cave then Erin had ever been before. Right where she learned the boys were sleeping during the day. Dwayne had made a makeshift bed there, as well as light a few candles. The two had a wonderful night together, and when Erin awoke the next morning, she felt jubilated when she awoke in Dwayne's arms. Finally being able to wake up next him to him.

I told you this was a long one, I just couldn't resist. X3

Thank you again for the wonderful ask, I hope you enjoy this little prompt thingy!

[dystopyx-blog]

their unwilling mistress (3/4)

~Gals~

DANIELA 

Delusional

believes Rip is meant to be with her and is extremely confident in that fact. 

girl that makes you beg "TAKE ME NOW" 

Like that tall vampire everyone simps for Dimetrescu mixed with Grace from Umbrella academy

She fucking k n o w s she's simpable 

Likes to get Mistress in seemingly innocent but extremely not innocent situations 

Can reach top shelf

Will reach over Ripley to get things from top shelf 

Makes big old biddies obvious to Ripley as she reaches over the poor girl

Puts the power in power top

Loves being flattered 

Also loves flattering her mistress 

"I don't like it when you guys call me "mistress", it's beyond wack." "Oh? Then why don't you call me mistress instead?~" *outraged demons in the background* 

Mom friend but make it uncomfortably sexy, yknow?

Sexy mom friend -

Milf friend

Everything she does is sexy

It is incredibly frustrating for the demon girl just trying to be a human girl with her human girlfriend

Also frustrating for the other demons 

REINA 

Manipulative

Sweet girl tryna act all tough but she's such a softie 

Tsundere. Thinks being uninterested will make her mistress interested.

It does not. 

Casual clothes, skirt, zip up hoodie sweater, v neck t shirt 

Hair that flows in nonexistent wind

Said wind seems to reflect her emotions 

Unlike typical tsunderes, who act up out of self defense or whatever, Raina uses it as a strategy.

Her crush doesn't seem interested in devoted loyal followers???

Fine, she isn't a loyal devoted follower at all. 

In fact she doesn't care! 

But she does care. 

She cares so much.

Loves music n singing 

It's how she bonds 

 ELAINE

Manipulative possessive. 

Femme of your dreams

Specifically Jane the Killer, Momo Yaoyarozu (idk how to spell it ajsfhgdg)

pale girl with dark hair 

F U C K take me now 

u know the type  

Mmmmm

Flirty but gentle, u know?

BEAUTIFUL fucking laugh 

Ripley can't stay around her too long, she's definitely the biggest risk and Ripley really really loves her gf

Manipulative? What no of course not

Picture of innocence 

Definitely not Monika, you do not have to worry about her ha ha—

No she is 100% like Monika she would not hesitate to destroy her fellow demons if it meant getting what she wants, but she needs them so she can't 

She was also one of the main minds who came up with the scheme that led to this basement harem

Voice claim: Taylor Louderman  

XOCHI

Possessive slight delusional

Firmly believes Rip doesn't need anyone else. 

Butch of your dreams. 

Specifically vintage lesbian. 

Tan skin. Dark hair n eyes. 

Power woman. 

Def a top oml. 

H i p s 

They do not lie 

"Hey, could you help me tie my corset?~ 

Bad habit of referring to Mistress as Babe. 

"Thanks, Babe."/"no problem Babe" 

The only one who hates it more than Ripley is August. 

Will steal your heart, your girl, and your ID 

Voice claim: Marina or Barrett Wilbert Weed

SAOIRSE 

Obsessive. Completely and utterly. 

Soft pretty girl 

Long flowing P A L E pastel hair, multicolored eyes, soft tone of voice

softest damn soft girl you'll ever meet 

Soft flowy pastel clothing

Girl looks like a ghost, soft colors only

Unless Ripley gives her something. 

If gifted something by her mistress, she will turn it into a charm and wear it always.

Don't make her angry - she's half banshee 

Ripley fucking dreads the days she gets angry. 

Clingy 

Slightly masochistic???

Wants to be useful

Wants to be used 

Voice: probably Melanie Martinez

[billyharringson]

🌟Writer Appreciation🌟

When you get this show off five of your favorite fics and five fics you like from other writers then send this to at least one other person (if you want).

Oh yay I'm gonna talk about a different 5 fics again this time (plus side of being obsessed enough to have written nearly 80 fics). I'm gonna go in no particular order again and this time in going to do a different pairing for each one.

1. Harringrove - my OG pairing and the thing that got me into this fandom. I've written a lot of Harringrove so this is hard but I'm going to go with 'Rules for survival' because I love me some mean Dom Steve and desperate Billy.

2. Mungrove - one of my favourite Mungrove fics and one I'm definitely planning on writing more of is 'it means 'to lie beneath' because adding a little fantasy/supernatural flair is always fun

3. Byergrove - whilst I've written a good deal of Byergrove I feel like I've got to go with 'take a picture, it'll last longer' because I get to emotionally destroy myself and everyone else with each new chapter

4. Harringroveson - okay so anything in the 'babygirlification of Billy Hargrove' series is something that I love but I'm really enjoying writing 'a blue eyed cat and a brown eyed boy' so we're going with that one here

5. Argilly - I've actually only written one straight up Argilly fic and that is 'a list of firsts' but I want to write more of them because they're cute

Now for the bit I'm really excited about because I get to shout out my faves by other. Also again in no particular order here we go:

1. If I swallow anything evil by sure sure on AO3. You have no idea how feral I am for this fic. Sub/Dom universe with secret sub Billy? Mutual pining? Good Dom Steve and poor self deprecating Billy? Yes please to all of this

2. 'a taste of the sun' by deathinasmalltown on AO3. Post starcourt Harringrove in the middle of summer where the boys get too hot and finally give into their desires.

3. 'King of Diamonds' by @shieldofiron was my first introduction into mean Dom Steve and I love, love, love it! The little check-ins, Billy being so desperate and also so scared of how much he wants it. So much yum

4. 'like magnets' by @pondermoniums is like the cutest, softest, sweetest thing ever and also @wrecked-fuse art that goes with it is like *screams*

5. 'To Rich for my Blood' by neveractuallyseenit is like THE Mungrove vampire fic for me. God I can't wait for the next chapter, I am chewing on drywall this thing is so good.

As you can see I'm totally normal about these fics.

[johaerys-writes]

Another Friday, another fic rec collection! Let's get right into it:

1. baby, you're a dark star by Thesis (Shiro/Keith/Kuron, VLD, E): I spent most of the week reading this fic and um?? It is amazing?? I don't want to say anything else about it because I think it's best if you go in knowing nothing but let me just say I LOVED it and seriously thinking about rereading it immediately haha.

2. Pizzavania by @tofudomination RoyalAmaranth (Hector/Lenore, Castlevania, E): Hector is a broke and socially awkward pizza delivery boy, Lenore is a nice (and very hot) vampire that wants more than pizza. This was hilarious and so cute, I can't wait to read more of this collaboration.

And while I'm at it, let me rec some more of my pals' Lenector writing:

3. Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Enterprises by @tofudomination : this. This fic has had me in stitches numerous times, I can't even explain to you how funny and clever it is. It takes the CV characters and makes them *worse* while also exploring all those interesting dynamics in such a fun way.

4. Be mine by RoyalAmaranth: this is the softest, most wholesome fic ever, every time I read an update it is like pulling on a warm blanket 🥺 The perfect happy romantic AU these two deserve!!

5. Sweet and Sweeter by @bioplast-hero (Vash the Stampede & Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Trigun Stampede, G): Wolfwood's money gets stuck in a vending machine, Vash shows up to help. This was so freaking sweet, I loved reading about baby Nico meeting Vash way before they'd ever meet in canon (plus the Livio references!!! My heart😭)

[igotanidea]

The Raven's daughter part 9

previously: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8 (catching up is highly recommended)

masterlist

Chapter 9

Past, Present, Future.

- Destiny? – Matthew cawed in surprise – but didn’t you visit your brother just two or three days ago?

-I did. However, the circumstances have changed and therefore I need to take further action.

-How…? – the Raven started but was quickly silenced by his boss’ death stare

-Seems like Destiny has made contact with your daughter, Matthew.  Hence, she must be important. My brother usually does not interfere with the course of action unless absolutely necessary.

- What kind of contact?

-That I don’t know. But… when we were in the waking tonight I noticed something that indicated Destiny’s presence. A sprout of plant that grows only in my brother’s realm – the Garden of Forking Ways.

- Is she in danger, then? Should I be worried? – Matthew started jumping around nervously.

-Aren’t you always? I don’t suppose there’s a threat, but… we’re still going to pay him a visit.

-We, boss?

- Yes. I’m taking you with me this time. After all, it is as much your concern as mine.

Meanwhile in the Waking

YN was standing in the middle of a darkened room. The only source of light was a small and narrow bay window. However, the darkness could not scare her. What was far more frightening was the sounds coming from outside. From her point of view, which was additionally beefed up by the amount of horror movies YN watched they were frighteningly similar to chainsaw noise. Her imaginations immediately started playing tricks on her, but she was not an easy one to surrender to such mind games. Being quick on her feet and having her senses sharpened by the feel of danger she took a step back, her spine now adhering to the wall. What was this place and why and how did she end up here? This definitely wasn’t a familiar room, so she must have been dreaming. And if this was a dream or probably rather nightmare, she was capable of waking up any second. And since she was also familiar with the Dream Lord, there wasn’t any possibility of her being hurt, right? As much as YN was  trying to be rational, her rapidly beating heart was not helping. Gathering all the courage she has and steading her breath, she tip-toed towards the door on the other side. Of course there was possibility of them being closed and in such case she would end up being trapped for good, but the girl was ready to take a chance on breaking free. To her relief it turned out that upon some pressure put on the doorknob they yielded and another chamber came to her view. It was large but almost empty, apart from the sewing machine, from which the sounds she heard before where coming and a sewer who was working on it. YN could not see the woman’s face as it was covered by a hood dropping on her eyes and sides, but from the posture she judged that the woman was rather advanced in age. The girl quietly approached the other woman, looking carefully at her work, but before she could ask any questions crowding into her head, the sewer raised her head slightly in order to avoid revealing any features and spoke in the softest and the most vibrant voice YN ever heard. It was almost like the words and voices were coming straight into her brain and was not spreading through the air. 

-There you are my dear. Perfect timing to get up. We need to get you ready for the ceremony. Surely you do not want to be late, do you?

- I’m sorry, do I know you? – she frowned. The woman was talking to her like to someone familiar, and yet YN could not recall any prior encounter between them. And she would definitely remember the tone of voice coming out of her mouth.   

- No, little one. But I do know you. Nonetheless, that is not something to be concerned about now. Like I said, we got a rite you need to be prepared for.

 -A rite? Am I going to be sacrificed as a prey to a vampire or something of such sort?

- Such irony and sarcasm misbecomes you, dearie – the woman admonished.

-Sorry. What ceremony than?

- You will find out soon enough. I can’t disclose any detail to avoid impacting the results.

- But…..

 - There’s no time to wait, love. Everyone’s waiting for you and it’s rude as it is. Now, come here, your robe is ready – the older woman motioned for YN to step forward and handed her a piece of colorful material. It was otherworldly, shining, flowing and soft to the touch when YN grabbed it. Surely, there was some magic or other powers involved in its creation. Its silky hood was red, like a flame. The sleeves and front were dark green like a forest, the middle part was dark blue like an ocean, and the bottom was light blue and pinkish like a morning sky, just before sunrise, which immediately reminded her of some natural wonders.

- Can I keep it? –she blurted being bewitched by such simple yet mystical piece of clothing.

–I am afraid not. But you can try it on, it shall serve you well during the test.

YN hesitantly put her arms into the sleeves of the coat feeling a mix of embarrassment upon the watchful gaze of the sewer, confusion since she still had no idea what was coming for her and delight when she felt the sericeous materialswathing her. Now, she could almost smell the scent of forest and ocean, fire and summer air, all at once, her only need being to get lost in that and stay in the moment of this peace and calmness. YN completely forgot that she was in an unknown place, with stranger woman who was talking in a mystic language about some sort of ceremony, which was ominous enough and it took a nudge to bring her back to earth.

- It suits you, honey. You look absolutely stunning. Now, that you are dressed properly it’s time for your trials. 

- Trials? Wait, what? – YN didn’t get the chance to finish since the sewer pushed her towards another door and suddenly the girl found herself in the middle of the forest.

 And not just some out-of-city agglomerate of trees, but more like a thousand years old wild backwoods.

- Shit…. – she muttered to herself. What was going on with her mind that it came with something like that during her sleeping hours?

- Don’t just stand there. Move, the path is waiting. – YN heard a faint whisper but since there was no one in sight she believed she misheard it. The truth was however, that the girl could not stand with her feet rooted to the spot. So she took a step forward. Then another and another and at some point she was walking not just tip-toping. The trees started to move its branched and some wild animals came to life. YN recognizes the hoots of owls and chirping of the crickets. She was still careful and observant but at this point at least a bit more calm. That was until a silhouette emerged from behind the trees on the right.

-It’s your fault – the person spoke coming closer so that she could she the burns on his face – you did this to me – his eyes were full of rage as he reached his hand towards the girl. She quickly spun around looking the other way, but her  left was already blocked by a woman with pale face and blurry, watery eyes.

-You could not control it. You caused it – she hissed limping closer.

At this point it was extremely hard for YN to stifle a scream as she observed the pair closing round almost like she was a prey. The only way of escaping was forward so she took her chances and wiggled out of the reach of the burned man and his companion. For a spare second she thought she was safe, but this belief quickly disappeared as a pair of children, possibly twins, stood in front of her.

-Look at us – the girl said. Her dress was dirty, covered with mud and conifer needles.

-Why? – the boy with a  rope around his hands and neck gasped harshly. – Why did you let it happen?

To be honest the sight of two kids in such creepy attire, looking like monsters from every horror movie she ever watched made her shiver and she involuntarily let out a quiet sob.

-I didn’t do anything. I swear, whatever happened. …..

- You did this – the man came around once again.

- You made us suffer – the woman followed him

- It’s because of your weakness …..

-It’ because of your denial….

-No, no, please, no – she could almost feel their hands closing in on her body, on her throat and legs and back causing her to fall. She didn’t have any power in her to run away – I don’t know what you are talking about, I swear….

- You are guilty. …. – the four of them said in unison

-No, no, no, please, listen to me…. – she was a terrified mess while trying to bargain and explain the situation but it was already too late for that. So, in despair she did the only thing that came to her mind and that would most probably made her question her sanity later on – Morpheus! – she screamed at the top of her lungs.

***

He heard her.

He heard her panicked screams in the Dreaming while walking towards the gallery in order to contact his brother. The level of fight and helplessness in YN’s voice made him halt as all of her emotions  hit him in one overwhelming pain.  A surge of terror running thought the palace.

-What was that, boss?  - Matthew stroked his feather feeling some sort of danger and unease, but not being sure where or who did it come from.

- That was YN. She’s calling upon me. She needs my immediate help.

-She’s calling you?! There must be something seriously wrong going on then. What do we do?! WHAT DO WE DO?!

- First, you calm down. Whatever danger she’s in, I can help her as long as you stop fidgeting around acting like lunatic.

- I’ll try. But do you know what is it? Is it a nightmare that made her so scared? Or worse – something in Waking? Tell me, boss, tell me, tell me – Matthew was jumping around in frenzy, completely ignored by Morpheus, who just reached for his sand and in a matter of seconds materialized in YN’s nightmare.

He did not expect the view that came before his eyes. Matthew’s girl was sitting on the ground, her back and head rested against the tree, sobbing and shaking. Her clothes were torn in few places and her face was cut and dirty. She had visible trouble with breathing and something frighteningly similar to a burn mark left on her cheek. Matthew was quick to fly to YN, cawing desperately.

-YN! YN! What happened?! Why do you always get in trouble?

- I… I … - she stuttered  - I don’t know what happened. Really. I just… I woke up here and … there were this people… They were blaming me for what happened to them and ….

- YN, YN, look at me – Morpheus took a step forward and gently grabbed her hand – it’s all right now. It’s only a nightmare and it’s gone now. I’m here. You made a wise choice to call  me – his thumb was absent-mindedly caressing her palm. – Nothing is going to hurt you in my presence.

- I’m sorry, Dream. I’m sorry I interrupted whatever matter you were busy with. I panicked and …. I had no one else to call for help – she looked down in embarrassment – I feel so pathetic now. And you probably think I’m crazy.

- I don’t – he slightly moved even closer, the space between them reduced to inches. The forest, well, all of the surrounding, as well as the fear from before disappeared as they were staring into each other’s eyes.

- Um, boss – Matthew took an action and stepped between two – no offence, but could you pull back. You’re making her feel uncomfortable – what he truly meant was that Dream was actually making him feel uncomfortable, the daughter wasn’t complaining.

-Apologies, if I did, YN. – Morpheus let go of her hand and moved back

-It’s fine. At least you diverted my attention. Now I can finally breath. Thank you – she looked straight at him, her eyes full of gratefulness – truly. Given our short and rather turbulent relationship you could have just ignored me.

- I …. – Dream started

- I would never let him do that – Matthew assured bluntly - I would nest on his head and scratch the scalp if needed. Or… just keep on talking as long as he would change his mind just to stop me.

- would you? – dream seemed a bit impressed with such level of rebelliousness

- I told you before boss, when it comes to her I have no limits.

- Let’s get you out of here, shall we? And then you’ll tell me … us… what happened.

- Am I going crazy, Dream? – she whispered as he took her hand ready to use the sand

- Is she, boss? I mean, not to question my daughters’ sanity but she mentioned some folks putting blame on her…. From what I know, she would never hurt a fly, unless provoked of course and I saw no one, so …. – he continued cawing not realizing that the cloud of grains surrounded them transporting them to the dreaming. – so maybe she just imagined it all, because of all the stress and tiredness? Why are we in Dreaming? Why didn’t you sent us back to her flat? She needs rest now. There has been to many events tonight and ….

-Dad! Dad, please, it’s ok. I’m just a bit overwhelmed that is all.

- You are also hurt – Matthew tilted his head looking at her cuts and bruises.

-It’s nothing – she touched her bleeding cheek, her fingers now stained red. – It will heal.

- Let me – Dream caressed her face causing the wound to disappear without a trace. But he did not retrieve his palm immediately.

-Thank you – she shyly looked down, avoiding his gaze. Talk about awkwardness.

-You are a guest – he shifted and moved towards his throne – you shall be treated like that.

-You weren’t such hospitable last time I was here – she smirked – why the change?

- It turned out you are important.

-Don’t be too specific – YN rolled her eyes – but fine, we’ll get there. First, I would like to know why am I here and not in London?

- You are safer here.

- Safer?! You said she was not in danger!

- Am I in danger, Dream? – the girl was far calmer than her panicking father.

- I never said you were. I simply stated Dreaming is more secure environment to recover from trauma.

- Dream!

- Boss!

- Be quiet, both of you! – he raised abruptly – you shall never defy me! – his eyes became dark, the atmosphere became tense and all his calmness and gentleness gone in an instance – I  made a decision and you shall comply.

-I have a free will, you know. I am not one of your subjects – YN’s rebelliousness stroke again – I am grateful for your help but this doesn’t give you any power over me.

- Do you truly believe that? Than perchance you are truly losing your mind – he spoke coldly – now, you will tell me what happened in that nightmare of yours.

- Can I at least sit down? Like you said, I’ve been through trauma. Should you wish me to collapse…

- Sit! And speak.

- At your command my lord – she hissed – where should I start, then? Was it not one of your residents that gave me this vision?­- since Dream’s face was murky she sighed deeply and continued – I found myself in the presence of some strange woman…

-What woman – Matthew chimed in

- Can. I. Just. Talk. Without. Being. Interrupted – previous fear was now turning into anger.

- Sorry, honey.

- She gave me a robe. And mentioned some sort of trials or ritual. And then she pushed me through the door to this crazy forest.

- And that was where you encountered those people you mentioned? –this time Dream was the one to interrupt getting a glance from her.

- Yes. Four of them, everyone hurt, damaged in different way. I’m getting there – she exclaimed before either of them would start asking questions again – the burned one – she brushed fingers over her cheek in remembrance – the watery woman, the dirty girl with scratches and the wheezing boy. They were … accusing me of failure and weakness. They said I was the reason of… their pain and their state.

- You weren’t – Matthew stated surely

-How do you know? Maybe it’s just something I make nothing of. Could this be a memory, Dream?

-I do not know.

-Is that why you wanted to visit your brother, Destiny? – Matthew chimed

-Has he got something to do with this? – YN turned towards the throne feeling so small just sitting at Dream’s feet. But, on the other hand, she also felt safe, under some sort of protection from this powerful Endless being. Just this thought made her blush a little. Only a little and the flush quickly disappeared, however not fast enough so that Dream and Matthew wouldn’t notice.

- He does. Nonetheless, I do not know what. We both shall speak to him.

- Can a mortal just enter some metaphysical realm without invitation? – she raised her eyebrows

- you will be with me. That, solely should be enough.  

- Wonderful – she lifted from the ground – when do we start?

- Oh, no. No, no, no, no. You have enough for today – Matthew landed on her arm – you need sleep and peace. Desperately.

- I do not….

- silence, young lady. As your father…

- You are a Raven – she whined but Matthew surprisingly to no one did not listen.

- … I order you to stand down.

- You order me? You two have so much in common – she sneaked a peak at Dream Lord

-Matthew is right. – Morpheus agreed

- I am? – the bird seemed taken aback. – I mean, of course I am right. You are going to rest. No questions, no objections, no rejection. Is that clear?

- Fine! Fine, but will you two stop treating me like an egg later? It’s frustrating!

- I’ll think about it….. Oh, yeah, I already did. I won’t stop – Matthew cawed-laughed.

- I’m done –she threw her hands in the air – I give up. So, how exactly does it work from here? Since, I’m in the Dreaming, doesn’t that mean I actually am resting and sleeping in my flat?

- Sort of. Your physical form is, but your astral self is rather …. Vivid and expressive.

- So?

-I’m gonna send your subconscious back to your body. Then and only then you will truly rest.

- Works fine by me. But do not cut me off it, ok?

- I won’t. – Morpheus flicked his hand and she was gone, back to her body.

-Boss?

- Go, Matthew.

-What?

-Go watch over her. I’ll allow it. Just this time. Guard her. She is important, even if I still don’t know why and how.

- But I’m a Raven. I can’t protect her from ….

- Whatever you see I see. If need arises I will come. Now go!

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