#i asked for a monster and you gave me a fairytale

[erissdoesart]

I forgot to post it here aksbslal

I was looking through my art after rereading this awesome fic and I realized I didn't post this one on tumblr. So here it is, and soon I shall deliver an extra one because it's so freaking good!

@space-anon-writes thank you for your fic, it's really good!

[can-i-go-home-now]

I was bored, was looking through really pretty and awesome fanart for this really frightening and amazing fanfiction and got inspired to make my own!

The fanfic is called I Asked for a Monster and You Gave Me A Fairytale by @space-anon-writes

The link;

his fanfiction is my motivation to wake up at 5 in the morning and go to school

Ignore how bad the hands are btw, my finger hurt after drawing on my phone for so long-

I have no clue why I'm even posting this wheeeeeee :D

[angelsandarsenic]

Welcome Home, Son (Radical Face) animatic for I asked for a Monster and You Gave me a Fairytale (on AO3)

[erissthemean]

Favourite tired boy! I tried Highkey style and wowza, I love the result! The colors fit the fairytale :3

Hope you like it! @space-anon-writes

[bluusome]

god. i’m interpreting character designs for this fic i’ve been reading and it’s so fun because. im drawing techno and he’s supposed to be absolutely terrifying. and drenched in blood and like 7 feet tall or something. but it’s great because i also know that most of that size is just his clothing. and you could poke him and he so soft and squishy, just like his personality :)

[milkteabinniechan]

Pink Carnations - A Bridgerton Story

ko-fi // m.list

pairing: Bridgerton Au! Chan x female reader

a/n: This was a labor of love honestly and I wanted to break out of my normal writing comfort zone so thank you all for giving me the platform to do that <3 I hope you all enjoy the first chapter. Please leave feedback!! It helps me out sm

Chapter One

Pink carnations lined the pathway to your house. That's how you knew spring was arriving. Long lines of pink. You'd push open your bedroom windows and breathe in the freshly cut grass, you'd let the warm breeze press past your hair, tickling your neck and shoulders.

It was your wedding day.

"Everyone is waiting downstairs, ma'am." A chambermaid squeaked from the doorway.

She was a new hire. A small, meek little thing that didn't talk much and avoided all eye contact. You had attempted many times to spark up a conversation with her, but all your efforts had fall flat thus far. You turned towards the door and gave her a firm nod. You took a deep breath in and made your way towards the stairs. Your dress swirled and swept across your legs as you moved.

You absolutely adored your dress. Long, flowing chiffon cascaded down your hips, falling to your feet at perfect length. A beaded corset swam up your waist and chest, while delicate lace fabric draped your shoulders, trickling down like a spring rain.

You counted your footsteps as you ascended down the staircase; one, two, three, four. Before you knew it, you were in the main hall of your family home. The kitchen staff had decorated every corner of the enormous mansion you called home. As you glanced around the room, there was only one person you were really looking for.

Chan was a potential suitor but he never pursued you. Gentlemen brought flowers to your door nearly every day. Bouquets of roses and purple tulips filled your room like something out of a fairytale. But he never sent so much as a flower petal.

"No carnations? Do these men not know you at all?" Your sister had notes the lack of your favorite flora.

Now it was your wedding day, a perfectly respectable man by the name of Felix Lee had asked for your hand in marriage. He came from a wealthy family

And had always treated you with the utmost respect. He was very well-liked in the town. Quite the charmer to the gaggle of ladies that had found themselves swarming him every chance they could. He had a beautiful smile and effortlesslessy gorgeous hair. You found yourself shrinking around him whenever he would speak, fearing that the light he exuded would burn you away.

But however magical Felix seemed, you still found yourself searching for Chan around every corridor. The whole town had been invited to this momentous occasion as Lady Whistledown had so affectionately called it.

She had gushed ansd gooned over the entire guest list, right down to the third cousin of the second aunt of the twice removed great uncle of… whatever. This was a spectacle. This was not for you. You were the eldest of your family. As your mother had never bore a son, the responsibility came down to you to marry someone in good standing to provide for your family. Although you would not live in this place anymore, your siblings and your parents would be well taken care of.

“The newest Whistledown has just arrived!” a valet ran into the dining hall with a small white paper in hand. 

“She’s writing on the day of your wedding? That has to be a good sign.” Your sister nudged your shoulder with hers.

The two of you shared a smile that quickly faded when you saw the shocked faces slowly peppering across the room. Judgemental eyes shot through you like rusty nails, leaving an infectious monster spreading through your entire body. Your mother crossed the marble floor to hand you the latest gossip. Your hands began to shake as you lifted the small sheet to your face.

Dearest, Gentle Reader, 

They say what is good for the goose is good for the gander, but what if the goose has taken a GANDER at another? This writer has heard a rumor most scandalous, about a certain Lady that has spent a significant amount of her time and attention on someone who is NOT her groom to be. A man in good standing is only considered as such if the company he keeps holds themselves to the same standards. Perhaps this bride may be having second thoughts?

taglist: @sugawhaaa @trixiekaulitz @chrizzztopherbang @cassidymb121 @roanns-posts @staysinbloom @yaorzu-blog @bubblebisk @cotton-candycloudz @beautyinhypnosis @domicaru @doohnut @strawberry31 @slxtmeri @newhope8 @tinyelfperson

[c0ld0utside]

Hi! May I request a yandere vampire with a teen reader? (Maybe the reader escapes and the yandere ends up turning the reader)

Ily so much! Feel free to ignore if you want :)

This reminded me of Interview With The Vampire (1994). Thank you for that. I am now planning on getting all 13 books of the original series. 

Criticism is welcome!

Warnings (Let me know if I missed any): Suicide mentions, Suicidal thoughts, Possessiveness, Clinginess, Death, Reader gets turned non-consensually.

Holden had been alone for years. His family was long gone, and so was his sire. He was foolish at the start, befriending humans and falling in love with them. It was funny, really. Being immortal made Holden forget about his past life as a mortal for a while. Until his human friends and lovers got older and withered.

Some he had to end himself. They had either asked too many questions, grew suspicious, tried to sell him out, or thought he was some other unholy creature. Sometimes they found out but didn’t care. Those were rare. After years of pain and loss, Holden kept to himself and did the one thing he enjoyed: traveling. 

He didn’t know why, but constantly moving around made him feel safe. As time went by, new things popped up and old things either dropped or changed. Now, vampires were nothing but monsters from fairytales. Some people even liked them! …Some a little too much. The one thing that didn’t change was the rule Holden made for himself. 

Never get close to anyone ever again. 

Not even a pet.

Mortals had no escape. All they will do is wither away and die slowly. Holden didn’t want anything to do with them, either. Not anymore. They were all evolving backwards. 

There were hardly any other vampires around. On the chance that Holden came across one, they were either downright insane, genuine assholes, or wanted nothing to do with him. He’d hear through the wind that some couldn’t take it anymore and let the sun burn them away. Immortality was a curse, and Holden was a fool for thinking that the loss of food, drink, and sunlight was the only downside. Immortals weren’t so different from mortals. They die for eternity. 

He made a mistake. He should have never agreed to be that man’s fledgling. Here he was, walking through the streets that got dirtier and dirtier, standing out like a sore thumb. Holden didn’t even care about his businesses, his stocks, or his riches anymore. Holden would never make someone suffer the same fate as him and every other vampire out there. He would never get close to someone just to watch them die over the years. 

He should just find a nice spot away from any sort of civilization, drop his umbrella, and wait. 

Holden almost set out to do it immediately, had he not tripped over poor little you. 

“Oh- ah, sorry,” Holden said, stumbling over his words. He looked up and glanced around. …Where was he? He sees the sidewalks lined with tents and there’s a horrible smell in the air. Like piss and…oh, yuck. That brown stuff across the street was exactly what he thought it was. 

He still remembers poor little you, looking up at him with big, sad, tired eyes. Crying and begging him for help because Mommy wouldn’t wake up and you were feeling worse. Promising that you wouldn’t touch him because you knew how filthy your hands were. Poor little you… scared that he’d ignore you like everyone else. Clothes ragged and covered in muck. 

Holden tried to ignore you. Tried to focus on getting out of that awful part of town. Tried holding onto his rule. Someone else would take pity on you. …Surprise, no one did. God, humans really were evolving backwards. 

So, he finally gave in to the feeling in his chest and threw his rule out the window. Holden remembers how easy it was to scoop you up into his arms and carry you to his car. He ignored how awful you smelled. How dirty you were. How matted your hair was. He ignored the looks he got from others as he buckled you up in the backseat. Holden’s heart was singing joyfully the entire drive home.

No one is ever truly emotionless or happy with being alone. Part of Holden had realized that the moment he stumbled into you. Once he had fully accepted it, his life had meaning in it again. He didn’t care how long it took. He had cleaned you up himself and let you sleep with him that night in his hotel room. You were so small then…

The next morning, Holden bought an extra plane ticket and went out shopping for some new clothes. All for you. Everything he ever did was for you. Everything he does is for you. His precious child. His sunlight. All those nights helping you with homework, getting you private tutors, encouraging your hobbies, movie nights, game nights, going out into town, spa days, sleepovers, having you hang out in his office after school, taking you on trips with him…the list unsurprisingly goes on. 

Holden didn’t want to turn you at first. He didn’t want you to find out what he was, either. That was until the years started blending together again and you were getting older. His heart ached. He missed when you were so small, clinging to his side and wanting to do everything with him, seeking his approval. He misses you when he has to go away on trips.

 But here you were now, independent and relying on him less and less. Choosing your friends over him. That’s when he remembers it again. That he’s immortal and you aren’t. That you’re dying slowly and that he’ll lose you like everyone else. How could he have forgotten?

No, he thought. Forget the rule, forget his morals. He wouldn’t dare to try and replace you. He won’t lose you, too. Before he turned you, he figured he should deal with your “distractions.” Suddenly your friends abandoned you and your teachers started to fear you. Your tutors stopped coming around and your dear old dad started acting stranger. You’d smell something like iron from his wine glass as he watched you eat dinner. He’d sleep in later and later. He’d make you stay up late with him. Slowly, Holden exposed you to what being a vampire would be like. 

You never saw your father eat. Only drink water and wine. He was quite the night owl as well, always sleeping until noon. He was getting more clingy, too. Wanting to spend every single moment with you, talking about things you did when you were younger. Telling you to forget about your old friends and tutors and school. You wouldn’t need it anymore, he said.

Holden hadn’t expected one of your old tutors to show up one night. He hadn’t expected her to go off on him, saying that he couldn’t just get rid of her. Saying he couldn’t just give her a bunch of money and expect her to forget about you. 

Holden couldn’t blame her. You’re lovely and wonderful to be around! You always get so excited when learning about something you’re interested in, too. He couldn’t blame her at all, but he couldn’t let her get in the way. Holden tried to be quick and quiet about it, but she did scream rather loudly. Her blood didn’t taste that great, either. 

He didn’t know that you saw it all happen, either. He didn’t know that you couldn’t sleep and wanted to confront him about your education and his behavior. That you missed going outside and being with people that weren’t him. 

He didn’t know why you ran away from him. Or how you suddenly disappeared. It took him weeks to find you. Holden couldn’t help but feel a bit proud of you for staying hidden for so long.

“Believe me, darling, this is for your own good,” He says, his grip firm as he tugs you back inside. “Hey, enough with the screaming. No one can hear you, and you’re hurting my ears, sweetheart.” Holden chides lightly, guiding you into his bedroom.

“This reminds me of our first night together, you know.” He says. “I wish you didn’t run away. I was going to tell you everything, you know. Then you could’ve properly said goodbye to the sunlight and we could’ve chosen a nice spot to do this. …Ah, well. You’re my sunshine, and I’m your sun.”

Holden’s caught off guard when you snap at him. When you curse at him and say that you hate him. When you call him a monster and that you wish you never asked him for help. 

You rarely saw Holden get angry, but that pushed him over the edge. He had been so worried about you! He turned the entire mansion upside down looking for you. He thought he had lost you forever! 

“How dare you?” He hissed, pulling you close and glaring down at you. “You ungrateful little brat! I’ve done nothing but sacrifice for you! I stayed up for hours, just to spend time with you and to work to make sure I had the money to support the both of us! I let you have whatever you want. I gave you whatever you wanted! You wanted to go to school, I let you go to school. And how did that go? Everyone left you!” 

“Because you made them,” You butt in. “I overheard your conversation. I saw what you did to Ms. Caddel.” You say, face hot as angry tears flow down your cheeks. “She was probably the only teacher that actually cared about me. That made me like math. That was normal.  How could you even do that to someone!? She had a family-”

“Don’t talk back to me,” Holden growls. “Don’t you get it? You’re my family. You’re mine.” 

“Not by blood,” You point out. “Never by blood. You’ll never be my real father.” 

Holden stops. And then he smiles slightly. And then he laughs, making your blood go cold. 

Shivers run up and down your spine as he says your name gently. Despite the situation, his tone is full of love and care. Full of amusement, like you just said the silliest thing he’s ever heard. “My sunlight,” He continues. “If you saw what I did, you’d know what I am by now.” 

Holden cups your chin and tilts your head up so you’re looking him in the eyes, your neck exposed. “I’m not a fairytale, my dear. And there is one way that we can be related by blood.” He says, stroking your cheek with his thumb. 

“Now, now, don’t struggle. It’ll be okay. It’ll only hurt for a moment.”

“Hey, look, the sun is rising. Focus on that, yeah? It won’t hurt long, but it’ll hurt bad.”

“This will be your last sunrise, my dear sunshine. Make the most of it.”

[kazuiislazy]

“You Drew Stars Around My Scars...”

Pairing: Dean x reader

Summary: I saw this prompt on instagram (i love reels), but basically reader showing their scars for the first time and Dean just drawing stars on them.

Warnings: ⚠ sort of mentions of self-harm ⚠

He took another marker, which was green in colour. It was his favourite colour. Your hands were held out in front of you as he drew another star on them. “It doesn’t hurt, right?” He looked up at you, concern and love filling every corner of his eyes. “Not really,” you huffed. In all truths, you were trying not to let your tears burst out the moment he asked to see your scars. No one had ever looked at your scars like it was a fairytale– like he was doing now, everyone looked at it like it was a monster. 

“If you want me to stop–” “Don’t stop,” A beat of silence. His lips curved upwards, he was smiling. “I won’t,” With that, both of you went silent as he continued switching markers (mostly between blue, yellow and green) and drawing stars all over your arm. 

“There you go,” he exclaimed quietly as he finished drawing over all of the littering scars. He turned his head up and his eyes widened. “Are you.. are you alright?” You blinked, you felt something cold run down your cheek. A tear. You were crying. Your hands immediately flew to your face to wipe your tears– but he stopped you. “Hey.. look at me,” he whispered. You looked at him, tears still streaming down your face. 

You didn’t even know when or why you started crying. He rested his hand on your cheek, wiping the tears for you. “Are you okay?” He repeated, softer. “I just, I don’t know– no one’s ever..” you trailed off. “I love your scars,” he gave you this- warm smile, “it may not seem like much to others or yourself but it will always tell a part of your story,” He held your head between his hands. “It wasn’t the best part, but hey, you got through it, and that’s all that matters,” A pause. “You’re all that matters, okay?” 

You wanted to cry even harder, shout loud. You wanted to disappear in his arms and never come back. To drown in his loving words. To drown in him. He pulled you closer and laid your head on his shoulder. “You’re okay,” He placed a kiss on your forehead.

[dross-the-fish]

What do you think Erik's past was with women, when it comes to dating and women. I'd like to know what your take is.

"dating" is probably not the word I'd use. Delving into the text of the book there are two parts that stick out to me as indicating that Erik may have a history with women other than Christine this segment here from the scene at Apollo's Lyre where Christine is recounting events to Raoul "You wanted to know what I looked like! Oh, you women are so inquisitive! Well, are you satisfied? I'm a very good-looking fellow, eh? … When a woman has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me. She loves me for ever. I am a kind of Don Juan, you know!' And, drawing himself up to his full height, with his hand on his hip, wagging the hideous thing that was his head on his shoulders, he roared, 'Look at me! I AM DON JUAN TRIUMPHANT!' And, when I turned away my head and begged for mercy, he drew it to him, brutally, twisting his dead fingers into my hair." Seems to indicate that this kind of thing has happened before. It is possible Erik is speaking generally and it's not definitive proof but it is interesting, the verbiage he uses.

And this scene towards the end of the book when he has Raoul and the Persian in his torture chamber

"What are you running away for?" asked the furious voice, which had followed her. "Give me back my bag, will you? Don't you know that it is the bag of life and death?"

"Listen to me, Erik," sighed the girl. "As it is settled that we are to live together ... what difference can it make to you?"

"You know there are only two keys in it," said the monster. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to look at this room which I have never seen and which you have always kept from me ... It's woman's curiosity!" she said, in a tone which she tried to render playful.

But the trick was too childish for Erik to be taken in by it.

"I don't like curious women," he retorted, "and you had better remember the story of BLUE-BEARD and be careful ... Come, give me back my bag! ... Give me back my bag! ... Leave the key alone, will you, you inquisitive little thing?"

And he chuckled, while Christine gave a cry of pain. Erik had evidently recovered the bag from her." He says he doesn't like "curious women" and makes a reference to Blue Beard, which is a fairytale about a serial killer who murders his wives. There's a scene in Blue Beard where the most recent wife discovers a room with the bodies of his previous wives. The first quote could be dismissed but this is the second time Erik has indicated a dislike for curious women. Erik's lair is canonically full of traps and features a very cruel torture chamber. By evoking the image of Blue Beard in particular the narrative seems to be further implying that Erik does have some history of women and not a pleasant one. It's possible that Erik is just trying to scare Christine out of looking in the room but it's equally likely that it's not an idle threat. He's shown that he's not above putting hands on Christine and treating her roughly despite his claims to love her. I have a personal theory that Christine is not the first but Erik knows she is going to be the last. I've always kind of run on the idea that throughout the book Erik is aware his health is failing and the clock is winding down for him and that's why Christine is different, because she's his last chance and in the end she does give him, not a living bride, but something much more needed: redemption and forgiveness from someone he's harmed. Proof that he's not unworthy of human compassion. A lot of people in the Phandom don't seem to recognize how dark of a character Erik is. I find him legitimately scary as much as I also find him sympathetic and I think he is fascinating in part because there is something genuinely terrifying about him that tickles my love for horror stories. I feel like it's vague enough that you can leave it up to interpretation, so if you don't really like the idea that he's had women in his past that he ended up killing you can chalk it up to Erik just trying to frighten Christine into compliance but I think it's interesting to look at the darker takes and speculate about the skeletons in his closet.

[verydeadaten]

Jaune's Sixth Sense: Pyrrha Addition

The highly unanticipated sequel to this post!

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Jaune and Pyrrha were hanging out in Jaune’s old room in Ansel. They were on break, and Jaune wanted to show his girlfriend the village where he was raised. Pyrrha was sitting on the surprisingly comfortable bed, looking at the wall covered with posters of rock bands and superheroes. Jaune was at his small bookshelf, picking something up. He walked towards the bed, and spoke.

“Pyrrha, you know how you asked me about my favorite fairytale a while ago?”

She looked at him. “I can recall that, yes”

Jaune handed her something. A book. “Well, this is it.”

The book in her hands was heavy, and red. There was an illustration on the cover, what seemed to be a knight in a field. The back had a very scary looking wolf on it. The cover had the book’s title in big, shiny letters. The Great Hunt. Pyrrha looked up at her lover, surprised.

“Jaune, this isn’t a fairytale. This is an epic poem.”

“Yeah, I know, but-”

Pyrrha was laughing now. “I had to read an excerpt from it in combat school, then write an essay about it!”

Jaune was laughing too. “Really? How’d you do?”

“I think I did okay. I don’t remember the exact grade. You probably could’ve done better.”

“Jeez, Pyrrha. My writing isn’t that good.”

Pyrrha had a serious look in her eyes. “Beloved, I got an eighty-six on the last essay Oobleck gave us.”

“Pyrrha…”

“You got one-hundred and ten. You got a perfect score with extra credit on an assignment that nearly everyone else failed. Even Weiss didn’t get a perfect score. Your writing is leagues better than mine will ever be. Now…”

She slammed her hands on the book on her lap. “Tell me about this!”

Jaune exhaled. “Alright. So, I think my mom read it to me as a bedtime story when I was three.”

Pyrrha stifled a laugh. “Really?! I’m pretty sure most parents would read their toddlers childrens books. Not millenia old poems about warriors fighting monsters.”

Jaune snorted. “My parents are not most parents.”

Pyrrha chuckled. “I can tell. Alright, continue.” 

“When I was five, I started reading it by myself. I only had the first part, so I just read it over and over. My Dad bought me the rest of it, and I read that over and over. I actually would bring all three parts to school in my backpack. It was so heavy, my back started to hurt. So to stop me from getting permanent back issues, on my 9th birthday, my parents gave me this.” He picked up the book from Pyrrha’s lap. He looked at the cover, seemingly hypnotized by the shiny drawing.

“This is a collectors edition version of the whole poem. That’s why it’s so big, it’s all three parts of the story.” 

“It looks amazing, Jaune.”

“I don’t know how many times I’ve read this whole poem. I’ve read it front to back, back to front. I’ve gone online and read analyses about it. I translated a part of it to Octavian (latin) once as a project. At one point, I even started writing essays about it in my spare time.”

Pyrrha was extremely surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah. I had to do an essay about it in middle school. I started and finished it in two days. I had to revise it twice because I kept going over the word limit.”

“Brothers, Jaune.”

“Yeah…”

They fell into a comfortable silence. Jaune felt a bit embarrassed. He liked writing, sue him. At least she didn’t see the typewriter he had under his bed. Or his journals. His many, many, journals.

Nobody could know about those.

Pyrrha then broke the silence. “Can I read it?”

“Of course. Let me clean up, this room is a mess.”

“Thank you beloved.” She gave him a chaste kiss, then opened the book.

As Pyrrha began reading, Jaune looked around the room for things to clean. Dirty clothes (how did he forget to put those away before he left?), music magazines, comic books, and… his bible. 

Well, his grandma’s bible to be precise. It was white, covered with a thick layer of dust. He hasn’t read any religious text in a while. His mind swirled with memories. Memories of reading with his grandparents. Memories of church, of sermons. Memories of prayer, and chanting. But his thoughts were interrupted by a sound most horrible.

RIP

His mind went blank. His vision, going dark.

Pyrrha was horrified. How could she do this? Ripping one of her beloved’s most prized possessions, after he most graciously gave it to her to read. What was wrong with her? She had to apologize. But before she could even mutter the words “I’m sorry,” she heard something fall to the ground. 

THUMP

She looked up to see Jaune standing before his bookcase, completely still. There was a white book near his feet. 

“Jaune? Jaune, are you okay?”

No response.

“Beloved?”

Jaune turned around, and started walking towards the bed. 

“Jaune, I didn’t mean to tear your book. I’m so sorry.”

Jaune got his knees on his bed. He took the book out of her hands, and put it on the nightstand to the right of his bed.

“Jaune, are you okay? I’m sor-MMMMMPH?! MMMmmm, mmmmhhh~.”

All thoughts had left Pyrrha’s head, as she was pulled in for a searing kiss!  Jaune had her pinned, holding her hands above her head. He wasn’t usually this forward in his affection. Jaune was a shy lover, always nervous, always asking. Today, however, he wasn’t asking, he just took. And Pyrrha didn’t mind that one bit.

Hours later…

Jaune woke up sweaty. His head was pounding. What happened? All he could remember was giving Pyrrha The Great Hunt, then cleaning up his room, then… nothing. It was dark out now. How long has he been out? He looked down on himself, and noticed something. He was naked. Completely naked. He gave a shriek of surprise, and then something to the right of him moved.

“Beloved… Just five more minutes…”

It was Pyrrha, also naked, completely passed out. She was a mess. Her hair was out of its usual ponytail. She was sweaty, and breathing heavily. And she was covered in… fluids…

What the hell happened?

[azzayofchaos]

Rebloggs appreciated!

Ooh, I forgot to ever post this on my own account, but the singular price of mcyt art I’ve made, was based on @space-anon-writes sbi fic, “I asked for a monster and you gave me a fairytale.” I just really like the monsters!

Tommy’s just a human, L.

[space-anon-writes]

CHAPTER 19 IS UP AND RUNNING AWAY BETTER GO CATCH IT

I Asked for a Monster and You Gave Me a Fairytale (95760 words) by Anonymous Chapters: 19/? Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit, Technoblade - Character, Phil Watson | Philza Additional Tags: Dark SBI, Horror Elements, Body Horror, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Past Child Abuse, Manipulation, Possessive Behavior, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Everyone has collectively decided to try to ignore Techno's murder basement, Murder, Cryptids, Hanahaki Disease, Platonic Hanahaki Disease, Families of Choice, Found Family, Terminal Illnesses, however nobody ends up dying from terminal illness, Chronic Illness, Suicidal Thoughts, Moral Ambiguity, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, is it a comedy? is it a tragedy? fuck around and find out, Trypophobia, tommy pulls a lapis lazuli and everyone claps, Depressed Tommyinnit, sad tommyinnit, TommyInnit-centric, Recovery Series: Part 2 of Space Anon Writes About Block Boys, Part 1 of Monsters and Fairytales Summary: Tommy had suffered on and off throughout his life from hanahaki, which sort of happens to someone who trusts too much and always gets their hopes crushed. He just wants someone to actually care about him, but he knows he's not going to get that, especially not with Dream and not with how the disease has been getting worse. Dying and defeated, Tommy's only solace comes in the form of weird eldritch singing emanating from the forest outside his window. He knows that whatever it is will likely be a cannibalistic cryptid from his worst nightmares, but somehow he can't find it in himself to care. Any death will be better than suffocating alone. Or Tommy is on a quest to get killed by unknown monsters instead of the ones he does know. This is somehow more difficult than it should be.

[darling-i-read-it]

First Steps

Ethan Winters x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k 

Warnings: children. Fuck mia agenda i completely erased her 

Author’s Note: happy late fathers day my beloved ethan <3 you deserved more <3 

Requested; by anon, oh my, hi maya :) how have you been?

i saw that you recs are open and i was wondering if you could write something for ethan winters? i saw him on your masterlist and he's my sweetie pie so i had to ask something for himm :((( also, the winters expansion gave me a full brainrot

(in a re8 were ethan doesn't die, of course) a little something about rose's first steps, or ethan and reader trying to get her to say "mama" or "dada", those little parents plus kid moments because re8 hates happy families. i mean, honestly, you can write whatever you feel like writing, I really love the way you write for him, and if the request does not interest you, you can just ignore it!!!

thank you so much and i wish you a good day/evening/night :)

Summary: the request !

Genre: fluffy

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Ethan Winters was a lost of things. He was a killer, a monster, a threat, a deadly force. And also an amazing dad. 

You never wanted kids until you met Ethan and then it just kind of happened. And now you had Rose and Rose was so clearly half Ethan and that just made you love her even more. No matter how exhausting she was, you just had to look in her eyes for more than a second to see the man you loved there and everything was easy. 

“Say ma-ma,” you said, looking at Rose as she sat on the floor. She was chubby these days and smiling without teeth. You enunciated each letter as you spoke. “Ma-ma.”

“No, no, no,” Ethan said, walking into the room behind you. He sat down on the ground beside you. He put his hand on your knee to steady himself. It was still scarred from when he had gotten it practically torn off before. There were a couple smooth bumps that you could feel against your sweatpants. “Da-da. Say da-da.” Rose gave you both a blank stare. 

She couldn’t say much of anything yet except some excited babbling. She clapped at you, causing both of you to laugh along with her. 

“She’ll say mama and you’ll be out of a job,” you told Ethan. He raised his eyebrows. 

“Oh so only one parent can exist?”

“Yup. She excommunicates one of us with her first word.”

“What if she doesn’t say mom or dad?” he questioned, holding your thigh tightly to anchor himself. 

“She’s an orphan. It’s her own fault. It’s like a Grimm fairytale or something.” He shook his head, gently taking away the key Rose was trying to take a bite out of. She babbled at him, shaking her head. 

“She’s a cute one isn’t she,” he said. 

“She’s alright. Looks too much like her mom for my taste,” you said, laughing. 

“In that case, she’s gorgeous.”

“She’s got my Ethans eyes though. Look at those eyes. Oh! Oh look at those eyes,” you said, voice an octave higher as you teased Rose with a smile. She followed your finger around with her entire head as you pointed at her eyes. 

Then she remembered the keys Ethan had and started to grab them. 

“No, those are moms,” he said gently. 

“No!” she exclaimed. You scoffed, amazed. You looked at Ethan who was too stunned to really say anything. You let out a loud laugh, shaking your head. 

“Was that a word?” he asked, amazed. 

“Yeah I think so!” You were laughing so hard that you didn’t even have time to rationalize it. “Give her the keys,” you said through laughter. “She deserves em.” 

“God she’s just like her mom,” he said, shaking his head. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned, giggling still. He was smiling too, staring at her, trying to decide which of her features was his and which was his wifes. 

“She’s as headstrong. Look at that face.”

“Oh her mom didn’t kill goop monsters for a living.”

“A living? I did not get paid for that?” 

“Chris should’ve paid you. You were doing his job for him. An honorary member of the BSAA.” 

-

The day Rose took her first steps you were making dinner. You loved your home that Chris had picked out for you and Ethan. It was one of the best parts of the relocation. It was like you were just a normal family. Ethan was with Rose in the living room, playing with some blocks. There was a gentle sound of rain coming from outside which mixed well with the light music you had playing. The soup you were cooking steamed a bit on the stove as you stirred it. 

You felt peaceful. 

And then you heard a thud which meant Ethan had fallen over trying to stand up. 

You turned around quickly in worry but he was already laughing, holding his side. 

“What happened?” you asked, not even turning off the stove you were so concerned. 

“I was trying to show Rose how to walk but I tripped on the block,” he said, laughing. “I think I cut my hand.”

“Oh your poor hand E,” you said, shaking your head. “You need me to kiss it better?”

“Yes ma’am,” he pleaded, looking up at you from the ground. You leaned over the ground and gave him a kiss on the palm and then kissed his lips. “Thank you. I feel much better.” 

Rose was wobbling on her legs where Ethan had left her before he tried to stand. She was leaning against the rocking chair you read her stories on. As you wanted to walk away she made a step towards where Ethan was laying. Neither of you noticed because you were so enamored with each other until she had taken her second step. 

“Oh my God,” Ethan said, sitting up. 

“She’s doing better than you!” you exclaimed, kneeling down. “Come here baby girl! Come to mama!” Rose did a little quick run and then moved even quicker as she fell into Ethans lap. She had walked all of six steps. 

Ethan sat up and scooped her into his arms. 

“That was fantastic!” he exclaimed. You gave her a kiss on her forehead, smiling brightly, laughing. 

It was a great five seconds until the smoke alarm went off, scarring all three of you. You jumped up. 

“The soup!” you exclaimed. 

“I guess we’re ordering take out for your first steps little lady. Huh? Huh?” Ethan giggled, smiling like the proud dad he was. 

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[kazoosandfannypacks]

summary: an extended version of percy and annabeth's dance at the end of the titan's curse word count: 1475 words a/n: to celebrate me finally reading through the pjo series, i wrote a little expansion on one of my favorite scenes. percy being told by a literal goddess to stay away from her daughter then immediately asking that daughter to dance in the streets of olympus with him is my roman empire. shoutout to my darling @laughingphoenixleader for getting me into this fandom and betaing this fic taglist: @laughingphoenixleader @jedi-nurse {if you'd like to be added to my percabeth/pjo taglist, let me know!}

also on ao3!

Could've Lived This Dance Forever

I couldn't tell you what song was playing. If I'd even tried to listen to the words or the melody, it wouldn't've made a difference. I might've picked out a saxophone or something like that, but for all I know about instruments, it may as well have been a kazoo.

I had better things to pay attention to anyways, There was the smile Annabeth was trying so hard to hide. There was the sparkle in her eyes that I could've sworn wasn't there before I'd asked her to dance.

There was also the way that the pit of my stomach felt jumbled up and twisted in knots almost as much as my tied-up-tongue. I was thankful Annabeth was always telling me to shut up, because it gave me a little more confidence that my loss for words hadn't messed this moment up yet.

I closed my eyes for just a moment, losing myself in the music and the dance and just the feeling of her hand in mine, and my hand on her side.

Usually, if something even close to being like this happened, it was because she was pulling me back from something that would've gotten me killed if not for her, or I was pulling her back from something she hadn't realized yet we couldn't beat, or we were running from monsters and trying to keep from being separated.

But this time, all of that was different. There was nothing chasing us. We weren't in any danger, at least, nothing that presented an immediate cause for alarm. We were safe. As we danced in the streets of Olympus, all thoughts about battles and prophecies and monsters and quests and fates flitted away.

I even started to forget about the conversation I'd just had with her mother— her godly mom, Athena— though of course, now that I was thinking about the fact that I forgot about it, I remembered it again.

"I do not approve of your friendship with my daughter. I do not think it is wise for either of you."

It was a good thing that, with all due respect, I didn't give a rip about what most of the pantheon thought.

I opened my eyes, and saw Annabeth glance away from me, as though she hadn't wanted me to notice how she'd been studying and analyzing me when I wasn't looking. I had no idea what she'd surmised from the smile on my face and my simple footsteps that kept me from stepping on her toes, but she had her mother's insight, and could probably tell a lot more than I thought I was letting on.

I glanced over her shoulder, and saw Poseidon, who for a second almost seemed to be giving me a thumbs up, though we turned too quickly for me to notice.

My gaze then caught Aphrodite's, and as she nodded with a subtle smile, I remembered the words she'd said to me back in the car in the desert, something about Annabeth and I, and "true love." I'd heard about true love in some Disney movies, but those were just fairytales to me.

Of course, furies and demigods and cyclops and minotaur were nothing more than fairytales to me a few years ago, and now they were all I seemed to know anymore, so maybe this "true love" stuff wasn't so far fetched either.

Now, I didn't even know if I loved Annabeth— not like that, anyways. I wouldn't've even told my friends that I "like-like" her, or had a crush or anything like that. But I knew that I liked having her in my life, and that I wouldn't like it very much if she wasn't in my life anymore. I knew that I liked it more than I should when she picked apart my bad ideas and called me Seaweed Brain. I knew that I'd do everything in my power to save her, no matter what life threw at me, that I'd do anything I could to protect her. Don't ask me how I knew, I just did, just like I knew that, as much as we found ourselves fighting a lot, I'd give up anything for her.

And I knew I didn't want this moment to end, to hold her and watch her face shine as she danced as graceful and free and lovely as any dryad or goddess or nymph in all of Olympus.

And if that's what true love is, then I didn't want to settle for anything less

🧡•🖤•🧡

I wondered if Percy noticed the others watching us like I did. Not just here on Olympus, but back at Camp Half Blood, and at Westover Hall, and on some of our quests too, and even in the gleam in his mother's eye when she'd met me.

At least his mother was easy to please.

I didn't need Percy to tell me what he and Athena had talked about. Her harsh words and steel glances in the council had told me more than enough— she wasn't too big on me hanging out with Poseidon's son, and if Poseidon's son had been anyone other than Percy, I would've had no problem with avoiding him.

That's why I was so surprised when Percy asked me to dance. A week ago, he had been hard-pressed to dance with me as a simple part of an undercover mission. Now, even in the presence of a god who'd told him to steer clear of me, he willingly asked me to dance? Either Percy was really brave, really stupid, or too impertinent for his own good, but I couldn't help but oblige.

Something had changed in him over the last week, that much I knew. A dance is a lot like a battle, and this opponent's strategy had changed. He seemed to know what he was doing, to care what he was doing, and either his past quest had enrolled him in a dance academy, or maybe he'd gained some confidence these past few days.

Then again, maybe that was just the feeling of the weight of the sky being lifted off your shoulders, and the freedom and weightlessness that came with it.

Whatever had happened to him though, it was working. I found myself enjoying myself a little more this time.

However, I was also painfully aware of the hundreds of pairs of eyes on us, each having their own opinion on us. Did some think I could do better than share a dance with this seaweed brained half-blood who was never meant to exist? Did they notice the flash of red along my cheek as Percy smiled at me? The most important beings in all of Olympus were watching me, and I…

Percy's eyes met mine in a way that made me feel a lot more stupid than I liked to feel. He was like that, really, never very clever and making me wonder sometimes why cleverness even mattered so much to me.

He never cared much for other's opinions either, or, at least, not that he let on. But if he did, he wouldn't've minded my opinion of him at that moment. He wasn't half bad when he kept his stupid mouth shut.

But, leave it to Percy Jackson to risk ruining a perfectly good moment by running his mouth.

"I, uh," he smiled, then swallowed, clearly nervous, "I wouldn't've made it this far without you, Annabeth."

I wasn't sure what the music playing sounded like to him, but whatever song it was must've been similar enough to what I heard that it felt a natural part of the dance when he spun me out— an opportunity I relished so he wouldn't see my smile at his compliment.

I wondered if he noticed, when he pulled me back towards himself, that he pulled me a little closer to him than I had been. He must've, or he would've been stepping on my toes a lot more.

My eyes met his again. If everyone on Olympus had been watching us, they certainly were now, filling in the blanks on the wordless messages passed between our eyes.

I wonder if he knew how his smile jumbled my thoughts in the only way that I didn't seem to mind. He must've, or he wouldn't've been smiling at me so much.

"Don't get all mushy on me now, Seaweed Brain," I said.

I wonder if he understood all the things I meant when I said that, that even when I insulted him, I couldn't stay mad at him, that I only pushed him away because he always came back when I did.

He must've, or he wouldn't've rolled his eyes with delight when I said it, and he certainly wouldn't've pulled me just a little closer, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he whispered, "I wouldn't dream of it."

[n-evermores]

The Monster In His Bed

A/N: So here's the spicy vampire fic I wasn't going to post. This is nothing spectacular and it’s also just in the spirit of Halloween. Please don’t take this nonsense seriously. Happy belated Halloween for those who celebrate. 

Pairing: Alden Parker x F!Vampire!Reader 

Summary: You want Parker in more ways than one.

Word count: 2,900

Warnings: 18+ only, Silly vampire stuff, No plot, blood drinking, but in a sensual way, light smut, implied piv, Parker with a vampire kink, swearing.

It had to be a prank. At least that’s what Alden Parker kept telling himself when your team found a Navy officer completely drained of blood. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been such an odd find if he didn’t have two little puncture wounds on his neck. But then again, you’re always avoiding mirrors and hate garlic. Maybe you know a thing or two about how the victim was killed.

“Hey, Countess Dracula, do you know something about this?” Parker threw your way, his green eyes glimmering in your direction. His hands were buried inside his pockets, his feet planted a small distance from each other. He stood with confidence in his gray suit, and you found yourself admiring him briefly.

But like snuffing out a candle, your admiration was quickly forgotten. You pursed your lips disapprovingly, slanting the former FBI agent a glare, “Excuse me?” The team often joked that you were a witch, or a vampire, or some alien from another planet, but honestly, the jokes were starting to make your ire rise. 

Alden’s lips curved into an almost impish grin, “I’m teasing you.” He said with a curious glint in his eyes. He gave you a quick once over. “I don’t actually think a vampire did this.” He said before averting his gaze to Jimmy. “What do you think happened?” He asked, his demeanor much more professional now. 

Jimmy’s face blanched, his brows creasing as he examined the body. “Honestly, Agent Parker, I’m dumbfounded. I’ve sent samples to Kasie, but I have no idea how this could have happened.”

“You think it was a vampire?” Tim walked in with a lopsided smile on his face. He was joking, of course. But the vampire jokes were starting to make your blood boil. You gritted your teeth and rolled your eyes. “I’ll be at my desk. Come find me when you gentlemen stop believing in fairytales.” You said before turning on your heels to leave. 

Parker watched you leave, his eyes gentling on your retreating form. He quickly followed after you—rushing into the elevator before it closed. “I’m sorry. I know the jokes are getting old. I’ll talk to the team. We’ll stop.” He said.

You relented a sigh, your eyes flickering up to meet his. “I would appreciate that.” You said before your eyes fell on his throat. You watched his Adam's apple bob, his veins visible to your naked eye, and his blood almost seemed to call to you like a siren to a sailor at sea. You felt your tongue swipe across your teeth, your eyes darkening as your pupils grew wider. It had been too long and the smell of blood from the navy victim had awakened the monster within. You could feel the beast slowly crawl from your chest—it's dark mist reaching out for the man standing in front of you. It was a temptation like no other, a longing, a need to feel his skin beneath your tongue. His pulse was enough to drive you mad. His heartbeat felt like your own and it took everything in you not to lurch for him and sink your fangs into his neck.

“Hey! Are you listening to me? Are you okay? Y/N!”

You quickly snapped back into reality at the sound of his voice. You forced a smile, “I’m sorry. I was thinking about something.” You said before exhaling a deep breath. If you didn’t gain control of yourself soon, you were afraid you would hurt him, and hurting Parker was the last thing you ever wanted to do.

“I could tell. You left me for a moment. Are you sure you’re okay?” Parker asked, his voice softer than before. You locked eyes with him–pools of green filled with warmth and nothing but concern for you. You found yourself melting under his scrutiny and you smiled. 

“I’m fine, Parker. I’m just tired.” And thirsty. You wanted to say, but you kept that bit to yourself. 

“Perhaps you should get some rest. I’m sure you have a nice coffin–” He cleared his throat, “Sorry, old habits die hard.” 

You chuckled and this surprised him. “I’m not a vampire, Parker. Trust me, if I was, I’d probably drink your blood.” Oh dear God, you may as well just drive a stake through your own heart. 

He looked taken aback by this statement. “You mean in general or me specifically?” He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

A rush of embarrassment filled your body and you shook your head quickly, “I didn’t mean it like that, I just–” You swallowed, your eyes taking in his throat yet again. Damn, this was getting more difficult by the second. You licked your lips and you could feel the ache of hunger grip at your stomach as your insides burned for release. “I’m just saying. We spend a lot of time together. I would have probably bit you by now.”

Alden blinked at you, “Uh-huh.” He said, “What you’re saying is, hypothetically, my blood doesn’t smell good?” He narrowed his eyes at you and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Was he actually offended?

“Where did you get that idea? I never said that.” You said quickly, “I actually find you inebriating.” You quickly regretted your words, wishing more than anything you could take them back. This was worse than a stake through the heart. You wanted to disappear inside a dark dusty room and lock yourself inside a coffin for three hundred years. 

His eyes widened in surprise, “Me or my blood?” His heart was beating faster, which wasn’t making your situation any easier. Perhaps you could just drink his blood. You had ways of disposing of the body. Unlike whatever amateur killed that Navy officer. 

No. No! You weren’t going to kill Parker. 

“Of course…I mean your blood.” Is that what you meant? You admired Parker for a while now, and despite the smell of his blood being an absolute menace, you found yourself wanting him in other ways as well. Against your better judgment, of course. 

“How do you know what my blood smells like?” He asked quickly, his eyes looking into yours as if he somehow knew all of your dirty little secrets. 

You swallowed again and your fists clenched together tightly, “I uh–” You took a quick breath, your brain reeling as you spiraled downward. You had to think of something. Anything. Parker would think you’re insane if you gave him any reason to think you were serious about his blood, but you also didn’t want him to know—

“I want you.” You blurted through the panic. It was your only option..

The older man stared at you. A plethora of emotions flickered in his eyes. “You what?”

Your insides were trembling and your voice shaky as you spoke, “I want you.” You repeated.

He stood in silence for what felt like an entirety. You were sure you would turn to stone as you waited for him to say something. “Please. Say something. Anything.”

“You want me?”

“Isn’t that what I just said?” You snapped, your patience growing thin. Your hunger was immeasurable, and now it was mingled with a new temptation. One that was dangerous at a time like this. Parker had no idea how in danger he truly was. He was your prey, and you were a monster lurking in the shadows. 

The monster hiding under his bed. 

But that didn’t stop him. Not at all. He seized your face in his hands and you found your back pushed against the wall. His lips covered yours and he kissed you with everything he had. It was mind-blowing, soul-stealing, and you felt your legs grow weak beneath you. His hands dipped under your shirt, wanting to feel your skin beneath his fingertips. You moaned against his mouth just before he released your lips to plant soft kisses down your neck. 

“Parker–” His name escaped your lips along with the breath you were holding. Your chest was tight, and you tried hard not to breathe him in. He was too close and your hunger was growing wilder by the minute. You growled before gripping the back of his neck and kissing him hard on the mouth, your tongue sweeping across his lower lip. 

Then he pulled back, his eyes staring into yours with a hunger that was almost as monstrous as your own. His pulse was raging in your head and you found your fangs wanting to emerge at the sight of his exposed neck. He pulled back from you, breathless and disheveled. 

“Meet me tonight.” Was all he said before turning to leave the elevator. You watched as he walked away. You were tempted to reel him back in and sate the hunger deep inside you, but that would have to wait.

 Tonight you would take what you wanted.

The remainder of the evening was painful. You couldn’t concentrate on the case and everything your teammates said went in one ear and out of the other. Finally the moon filled the sky as the night covered the navy yard with a blanket of stars. Parker had left, deciding they would pick up the case again tomorrow. The team reached a dead end. You knew exactly what killed your navy officer, but it wasn’t as if you could tell them that. 

You debated whether you were going to meet Parker or not. You avoided his gaze the remainder of the day, and he did the very same. It wasn’t easy keeping away from him, but now that it was time to meet, you felt fear take hold of you. You wanted Parker in more ways than one, and you weren’t sure which hunger would win tonight.

But despite your better judgment, you found yourself at his door.

“Do you need to talk about this? Or should we pick up where we left off?” He asked. It was gentlemanly of him to ask, but you weren’t in the mood for conversation. 

“No talking. More kissing.” He grinned before pulling you inside his apartment and crashed his lips to yours. You both fumbled down the hallway and toward his bedroom before you found your back pressed into the mattress with the weight of his body on top of yours. His kisses grew slower, more intimate as he cradled the back of your head with his hand. He pulled back to look at you, his green eyes searching your face. “You’re beautiful, you know. I always thought, but never knew–” He started to ramble but his words died in his throat as your lips silenced him, moving desperately against his.

“Didn’t I say no talking?” You murmured against his mouth. 

“Last I checked, I’m the boss.” He whispered, moaning as your tongue entered his mouth. He opened his mouth to you, giving you better access. Your hands threaded through his hair, your fingers lightly scratching against his scalp. This moment was surreal. You never thought you’d end up in bed with Agent Parker of all people. But all because of one little slip-up, you were going to end up having sex with him. Well, at least you hoped that’s what you were going to do. 

Your slowly protruding fangs had other plans for you tonight, but you were fighting the urge with everything you had. Parker was off-limits. You could never hurt him. 

Just the thought slowed your kisses. Your mouth moved gently against his, treating his lips as if they were delicate, like a petal from a rose. You pulled back just a hair, your eyes searching his. “Do we really want to do this?” You asked suddenly. 

“I do.” He was honest, his voice earnest in his response, “Do you?”

You exhaled a shaky breath, your hand moving to touch his face lightly. You traced the contours of his cheeks before swiping your thumb over his brow bone, over the shell of his ear before running your fingers through his hair. You could feel your eyes gentle over his face and he shivered under your tender touch. 

You didn’t just want him, you cared for him.

He frowned, his eyes flitting across your face as if to understand the sudden mood shift, “Are you okay?” You didn’t say anything. You cupped his face in your hands and pulled him down to your lips. Parker took your actions as the go-ahead and he reached down for the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it from your body.

Your clothing ended up in a heap on the floor along with his suit.

After a thorough exploration of your body, Parker had you in his lap, your knees straddling his hips with his arms twisted around you. Your chest was touching his, his skin hot against your cool flesh. You had your hand wrapped around him, enticing small moans of pleasure with every stroke.

He gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin , lifting you enough to center your body with his. You allowed him to lower you on top of him, your body now taking the place of your hand. You moaned as he completely filled you.

His lips danced across your shoulders as he guided you against him, your hips rocking gently into his. You stifled a moan and buried your face in the crook of his neck. With every thrust, you felt your insides quiver. There was a tightness building up in the pit of your stomach, and you found it hard to breathe. Your nose brushed against his neck, his pulse beating like a drum, calling and beckoning to be bitten. 

The hunger grew relentless. Parker was gentle in the way he made love to you, but with every rock of his hips against yours, your thirst got stronger. Your lips pressed against his pulse as if to test the waters. You pressed wet kisses along the length of his neck before you reached his throat. He lifted his chin, giving you access to his throat and you allowed your tongue to flicker across his exposed skin. You felt your end near and your breathing grew faster, your eyes darker, and the darkness within began to encase both of you and your fangs emerged from their hiding place, scraping lightly against his delicate flesh. 

You whimpered, but it wasn’t just from the pleasure, it was from the mere thought of sinking your teeth into his skin. “Parker, I can’t–”

“It’s okay.” He shushed you gently, his grip on you tightening as the two of you slowly rocked into ecstasy. As soon as you felt the euphoric bliss of pleasure mingled with his own release, the monster within was released as well. The beast took hold of you and your mouth closed over his neck. 

He cried out the moment your fangs sunk into his skin. “Wha–what the hell?” He gripped your body close, his muscles tensing beneath you as you grasped at the hairs behind his neck, tilting his head back enough to feed. 

He was trembling beneath your endeavors, unable to move or process what was happening. His blood tasted refined, almost as if you were given a priceless aged wine from the most prestigious winery. 

You could feel him grow colder under your grasp, his breathing shallow, and before you could completely drain him, you pulled back. Your hunger sated enough to meet the guilt that now loomed over you. “Alden I—” You could see blood trickling down from two newly made puncture wounds. 

“Did you just drink my blood?” He asked in a whisper and you were thankful he didn’t lose consciousness yet. 

“Yes.”

There was silence. Only a groan or two as he tried to keep from falling over. You kept a firm grip on him before taking his face in your hands, your eyes meeting his. He looked at you not only in confusion but with something akin to betrayal or was it lust? 

“Well damn. You are a vampire.” He said suddenly, as if everything made sense now. 

“Uh-huh.” You sighed. 

You watched his lashes flutter as he processed your admission, “You just fucking drank my blood.” He gripped your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

His brows furrowed, “Did you kill that Navy officer?”

You shook your head, your eyes pleading for him to believe you, “No. No, Alden I swear I didn’t.”

His voice lowered softly, “Were you planning to kill me?”

You were wrong. The pained look in his eyes was worse than a stake through the heart. “I could never.” You thumbed his jaw line, your fingers lightly brushing over his beard. “Please believe me.”

But he silenced you this time with his mouth covering yours. He kissed you hard and with a new hunger you recognized because it was a hunger that mirrored your own. He wasn’t angry. Shocked perhaps, but he wasn’t angry at all. Judging by the way you felt his arousal against your stomach, you could only conclude that Agent Parker discovered he had a vampire kink. 

You smirked, tilting your head down to lick the blood from his neck. 

“Will you do it again?” He asked, although there was still a slight quiver in his voice. He kept your body pressed against him as you licked the remainder of blood. 

You hummed against him, pulling back to look at him, “I took enough from you tonight. Any more and I could kill you.” You caressed his face, “But there is always tomorrow.” You grinned, your fangs exposed and willing. 

He shivered, before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He pulled back suddenly, his brow bouncing curiously, “Wait. Do you actually sleep in a coffin?” He scoffed in disbelief, “Should I start keeping garlic on me?”

You only rolled your eyes before reeling him back in, “Shut up before I bite you again.” 

“Oh, please do.” He said against your mouth, his tongue lightly teasing the point of your fangs.

[twinclownsoflotuspiers]

Forgetting AU | angst , happy end, WIP (will build in more detail in the future)

His 3rd shidi and 2nd shimei who had a habit of reading all the new books on love and lore that the peddlers sold in Yunmeng market, were talking about diseases for a change that day. To be more precise, Wei Wuxian walked in on 2nd shimei sobbing like the world was ending and 3rd shidi in a despair trying his best to comfort her.

"Aiya, Shidi what did you do to make her cry this hard?" Of course Wei Wuxian poked his nose because he was curious that way. "You know good gentlemen never make maidens cry!" 

"I did nothing, Da-shixiong!" 3rd Shidi insisted sounding offended. "She got upset reading about the forgetting disease because she thought she would forget me!"

"The forgetting disease?" Intrigue sparked, Wei Wuxian reached out for the abandoned booklet even as his juniors bickered and read through the page that had it's corners blotted from the tears 2nd Shimei had shed.

`A disease where one would forget every little thing about the one they love if the love is not returned. If the love is requited before every thread of memory is lost, the person's memories could come back. If the love is requited only once every single thread has been forgotten, it would not make a difference.`

"Goodness, the things kids read these days!" Wei Wuxian laughed and set aside the book to console his juniors and solve the fight.

Despite his initial dismissal, Wei Wuxian couldn't stop thinking about the little booklet and its passage on that strange disease. As with everything, he asked Jiang Cheng about his opinion and merely received an answer in the form of a characteristic scoff. "Since when have you begun indulging in children's fairytales again? Quit wasting time, mom's mad at you for missing training!"

"Crap!" Wei Wuxian exclaimed. "Help me hide! Please A-Cheng!"

The booklet and it's disease was pushed to the back of the mind for the day and more to come.

And then it happened. It started with the smallest of things that could be easily dismissed for the usual lapse in memory and Wei Wuxian didn't suspect anything out of the ordinary.

"Ohh! You have a funny freckle on the bridge of your nose!" He cackled one day, poking at the mentioned element and Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes in exasperation. 

"Didn't you tease me with it like three years ago already?? Why are you acting like you're noticing it only now?"

That made Wei Wuxian's finger twitch. "Have I though?"

"You really need to do something about your memory!" Jiang Cheng shoved him good heartedly before walking away. "It's getting worse! Last time you even forgot I like my lotus seeds toasted!"

A brief flash of discomfort went through him but Wei Wuxian dismissed it and ran after Jiang Cheng to sling an arm around his shoulders again. "Aiya, spare me! You know how these little things slip from my mind sometimes! Why are you so harsh? Be nicer to me Chengcheng!"

"You wish!" _____ Wei Wuxian didn't remember if Jiang Cheng was good with dogs. He watched, from the top of the tree in some amount of awe as Jiang Cheng easily shooed away that hulking monster of a dog and then called to him to come down.

"Thanks!" He chirped as he jumped down the tree. "That was awesome! Since when were you so good at dealing with dogs?"

Jiang Cheng gave him the strangest look, perhaps with a tinge of pain. Maybe anger. "Wei Wuxian what the fuck are you talking about?"

Wei Wuxian stopped then, suddenly bothered. Something felt wrong. He began questioning if this memory loss was really his usual bad memory acting up?

There was....a history between him and Jiang Cheng related to dogs, right? An important one. So....how had he--

He sought out 2nd Shimei and borrowed her book. After he was done reading it, he went out to feverishly buy every other book he could find on the subject. There was a part of him that + couldn't believe he was in love with Jiang Cheng. What was being in love supposed to be even like? But now....the signs were there right? And the terror of forgetting bit by bit every day became a part of him, killing the cheerful child in him early on.

He could not forget. 

He refused to forget. Wei Wuxian would figure something out.

(He refused to think of the sting that went through him at the knowledge that he loved Jiang Cheng and Jiang Cheng didn't love him back. It shouldn't have been surprising yet it still....)

Come Gusu, he trailed after Lan Wangji, finding something about the man familiar to someone he didn't know how to put a name on. And when Nie Huaisang whined to him (perhaps with a silent indirect reprimand too) about him spending too little time with him and Jiang-xiong, Wei Wuxian was initially left confused on whether Jiang Cheng and him had ever been friends at all before being thunderstruck by remembrance and horror.

"Lan Zhan, I need to ask for a favour," Wei Wuxian's tone was grave that day as he talked to the 2nd Jade. Lan Wangji turned to him in + full attention, having noticed the unusual gravity. "Does the Library Pavilion have any books on diseases or afflictions close to diseases?"

"The Forbidden Section may have some," Lan Wangji answered, eyebrows furrowed. It was a strange question to ask no doubt. "However it is open to only the members of Gusu Lan. I cannot take you there."

"Please? Just this one time?" Perhaps Wei Wuxian was desperate enough to beg. Perhaps Lan Wangji saw the urgency and the ice in his eyes melted a little. "It's important and I don't think I have time to waste"

"I cannot take you there," Lan Wangji repeated slowly and Wei Wuxian felt his heart burst in irrational anger. He almost retorted with something scathing before Lan Wangji continued speaking. "But if it is truly of such importance, I can bring back some books." _____

Wei Wuxian took to writing down all the precious memories he still had with his Jiang Cheng before he forgot them all. Alongside, he wrote his first research papers, trying to find a solution to reverse the curse because every book he'd read offered none.

He wouldn't forget.

He would force himself to remember.

Lotus Pier burnt.

Jiang Cheng lost his core and the righteous fury Wei Wuxian felt was something he clung to. His love for his shidi would burn bright through his anger if not his memories. Wei Wuxian gave away his core and soothed himself saying that it was a good decision. If....someday he forgot Jiang Cheng completely then his core would still remember.

The war raged on. Wei Wuxian came back, a specter of his old self, the only memories of Jiang Cheng still in him that of the person's name and looks+ and the fact that he loved him. He no longer remembered the childhood they had once shared.

And as the war continued...Wei Wuxian forgot he'd been fighting for Jiang Cheng and fought instead merely for the war to end.

The papers gathered dust, writings lessening with every day. Memories were ashes to the wind and the wind blew them away from Wei Wuxian's direction.

He grew irritable, bad tempered - especially when his Sect Leader continued to reprimand him in a tone that set them as familiar before Wei Wuxian would lash back and cause hurt to line the man's eyes. In some days, his memory of who Jiang Cheng truly was to him would return in patches and Wei Wuxian would wallow in deep regret for hurting the man over and over again. In other days, he would remember nothing - galivanting around with false bravado and an emptiness in his heart he could never explain.

When he confronted Jin Guangshan and Jin Zixun for the location of the Wens and they accused him for not respecting Jiang Cheng’s authority enough, Wei Wuxian felt genuine confusion when he turned to ask who that was and they responded with incredulous looks. He left with his heart tied in a complicated knot of shame and frustration as his memory of who Jiang Cheng was flickered once again.

He decided to defect. The way he was already, with his memory more gone than intact, he would only cause trouble for Jiang Cheng and the sect. His decision made sense to him and yet Jiang Cheng screamed and yelled at him for it. They fought, stabbed, cursed and finally broke all ties. Jiang Cheng left with tears swimming in his eyes and Wei Wuxian cried when Wen Qing fixed his wound.

"I'm forgetting him," he sobbed out loud for perhaps the first ever time. "I'm forgetting him, Wen Qing, I don't want to! I don't want to!"

But forget he did, and by the time he'd offended and killed enough people for the world to finally decree that they couldn't let him live anymore, Wei Wuxian no longer remembered who Jiang Cheng was. He no longer remembered what happiness spending in the Jiang family had been like and he no longer remembered he'd damned himself to this Fate all out of love.

Before the siege burnt everything to the ground, and before the Qi deviation took him, Wei Wuxian heard footsteps echo into his cave and gathered the last strands of resentful energy even if it accelerated his deviation to send it in a strike. A strangely familiar sword glare intercepted it and a man in purple walked in - a haggard and broken look gracing his otherwise regal figure.

"Do you really hate me this much, Wei Wuxian?" his voice was hoarse "That not only you walked away, broke all contact and killed my A-Jie but you also pretend that you don't know me? What have I done to you to warrant treatment like this?"

"Have we met before?" Wei Wuxian asked softly, too tired to feel anything but the inexplicable pain that filled the hollow of his chest at the sight of the man. "I've not seen your face before so they must've gathered new sects for the siege."

The man closed his eyes and shuddered. "Wei Wuxian," his voice shook as he took the name and much to Wei Wuxian's surprise, tears spilled from his eyes. "Do you truly not remember me?"

"I'm sorry," Wei Wuxian felt the pain in his chest grow. They were....supposed to be enemies and yet the man wasn't making a move to attack. Instead he stood with clenched fists and pure brokenness written in his features, like Wei Wuxian had taken a cudgel and smashed his heart to pieces. "Were we acquaintances?"

The man scoffed which turned into a sob. "I no longer know what I was to you."

"Were you the one I loved then?" Wei Wuxian asked suddenly and made the man lift his head in shock. He couldn't exactly call it memory but...the pain in his chest felt familiar. "If...if you were then it might explain why I forgot." 

"What do you mean?"

"My first research papers. I came across them while destroying the...rest of it," Wei Wuxian said, talking more to himself than his companion. "They weren't about any cultivation techniques but about some forgetting disease. I was so confused when I found them. But I guess I always knew I was about to forget and wanted to change it. Pity it's still incomplete."

He didn't pay attention to the man in front of him as he spoke and hence failed to notice the spark of recognition that went through his eyes. Like he remembered something Wei Wuxian didn't.

"What's your name?" Wei Wuxian asked all of a sudden, making the other man jolt and then tear up some more.

"Jiang Cheng," he choked out.

And as Wei Wuxian tried repeating the name, he realized it did feel familiar on his tongue. His lips lifted into a regretful smile. "I guess it's just one of those many tales where someone loved a person and it wasn't mutual, instead it also ended up making me forget."

It was a simple straightforward sentence and yet the man, Jiang Cheng flinched like he'd been slapped.

"That's not true!" He cried out, red rimmed eyes blazing in desperation and regret. "That's not true! Even I..."

"Jiang Cheng," Wei Wuxian called, liking the name on his tongue. His heart still felt empty but he felt like maybe he could try one final time to smile. "The barriers around here have been broken so the siege force has finally reached me. I'll have to summon more corpses."

Jiang Cheng clutched on his sword and glared fiercely. "I'm taking you back with me."

Wei Wuxian shook his head still with the soft smile and held out his hand. With a sudden blast he sent the other man flying back and then threw a barrier talisman between them. "You can't save me."

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Jiang Cheng roared desperately as his fist pounded against the invisible barrier. "Wei Wuxian, let me in!"

"I'm Qi deviating," Wei Wuxian declared instead. He formed a hand seal for a final time with tears in his eyes. "And I don't want to hurt you."

He closed his eyes to the screaming man, ignoring the tears and pain in his heart. "Jiang Cheng....I'm sorry."

There was a flash of blinding light and then eternal+ darkness. With the memories and body dispersed, only his proof of love and the one he loved remained. ________

It felt like forever, floating in a confusing loop of dreams and nightmares, unaware of space and time. And then Wei Wuxian opened his eyes to life again. _________

He expected to have stayed dead and shunned by the world, not be given an unexpected second leash AND a new mystery to solve. Which had led him to Dafan Shan. Which then led him to beefing with a stuck up Jin teenager against his wishes.

"I'm his uncle, any last words?" 

The voice sounded strangely familiar and when Wei Wuxian turned to face who had spoken, he knew why.

"Oh, it's you," he couldn't help but blurt out. It wasn't a good idea to let his true identity be known to people from his past, Wei Wuxian knew that objectively. But he remembered how this man had been the last one to weep for him before he'd died. Made quite an impression on him, really. Somehow that made Wei Wuxian not afraid of him. "Well, what do you know? It's a relief to see at least one face who wouldn't want to kill me...I hope."

The man's eye twitched. "I'm sorry?"

"Ah, no, I should be the one sorry," Wei Wuxian said sheepishly, suddenly embarrassed. "I assumed you'd remember me but I'd forgotten my body is no longer the same now. Oh wow, now I really do sound like a lunatic."

"Jiujiu, what's wrong with him?" Jin Ling couldn't help but exclaim but his uncle paid no attention, instead opting to stare at Wei Wuxian intensely.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Aiya, it doesn't matter," Wei Wuxian waved his hand and gave a bow. "If this is your nephew, I apologize for fighting with him. I merely acted out of self defence and really mean no harm."

"You-- you destroyed my nets!"

"Well, you had PEOPLE trapped in them."

"Jin Ling, shut up for once," the man snapped and then turned to Wei Wuxian again. "Do you....know who I am?"

"Well, I can't say I remember everything," Wei Wuxian's lips twitched in a sad smile. "But you're Jiang Cheng, aren't you?"

When the man didn't respond, for the most fearful moment Wei Wuxian thought he'd perhaps mistaken him for someone else. Hastily, he bowed and turned to go. "Actually, never mind, I should--"

"Are you.....are you Wei Wuxian?"

Wei Wuxian stopped at that, strange relief flooding his heart. He hadn't known how scared he was, for some reason, that this man had forgotten him. He let out a laugh of forced cheer. "Well, now! You do remember! Wait but you can't tell it to anyone else though. It seems people still want to kill me so I go by Mo Xuanyu now-- oof!"

Jiang Cheng had suddenly rushed forward and hugged him, making him almost stumble and fall. Wei Wuxian's eyes widened as the man shuddered even through the embrace. "You....you remembered me. You remembered my name...."

"Regretfully, I remember only that day," Wei Wuxian felt his heart soften as he awkwardly patted the other on his back. "But yeah.....I haven't forgotten your name."

"That's enough," Jiang Cheng’s voice shook. "That's....that's more than enough. I've been...I've been wanting to talk to you. Tell you I'm sorry....and please come back."

"Well! You don't need to apologize! I don't remember any of your wrongdoings hahaha!" Wei Wuxian laughed and finally hugged back. His eyes stung for the strangest reason and his chest felt full despite the pain. "Really....you don't have to apologize."

Jiang Cheng shook his head, unable to speak, and just clung on to him. It made Wei Wuxian fond in a way that seemed old - familiar.

"Hey," he began, hesitantly, heart+ thudding and leaping like he was about to take a dive. "You're the one I've loved....right?"

Jiang Cheng’s hug tightened even as he took a shaky breath. After a bout of hesitation, his tear-choked soft voice reached Wei Wuxian’s ears. "Can you.....can you love me again?"

"Yeah," the answer fell out so naturally that Wei Wuxian couldn't even question it. His eyes burned and tears fell at the same time his lips rose in a smile. He was sure now, so sure for someone who didn't remember. This was the man he'd once loved. This was the man he would love again. "Yeah...yeah, I think...I think I can."

End.