#imperium damien

[nortyourself]

“I am the son of this nation. My voice is yours. And our voice will ring out for time immeasurable. We are thunder and quake and hurricane and hellfire and all who oppose us will know what we can do.”

Hail the King Imperial

[beedoes-stuff]

imp! angel lived and died a bad bitch let’s be real.

[the-sugar-crash]

Please don’t have the vampires bound to Angel. Please don’t have the vampires bound to Angel. Please don’t have the vampires bound to Angel.

[angel-shaw]

This isn't a continuation technically but i guess it is. I am taking @dollscircus (tumber) StraightFowardIdiot (Ao3) work with yandere Sam, and building off that idea:3

TW: any that come with the imperium really. Darlin is mean to Sam, Sam loves it. Mention of torcher, malnourishment and other such things. (It’s only for a short while and they are ok)

Lemme know if I missed any trigger warnings and I will add them:3

Sam was enjoying his new title. King Samuel Collins. It suits him quite well. With his new found power he had been thinking back, thinking back to when he had no power. When he was forcefully turned and forced to start turning other people. He hated himself and Alexis for it all. He only had one good thing during that time. And that one thing was his darlin.

A wolf who found him exhausted on the street one day after he turned more than one person. He was going back to where he stayed but collapsed on the side of the road. His darlin had found him unconscious and took him back to their place. Why? He never got to find out. They took care of him well he was sick, then kicked him back out. After that he started to watch them. Closely. Every second he could he spent looking at and watching them. They hated him, or at least they acted like it. One day Sam helped them after he found them injured, and he just never left after that.

They were rude and unkind to him but he never held it against them,because he loved them.He knew something happened to them and he would wait more than an eternity to find out. Over time they started to at least start to trust him. He still went to his work and still turned people but he always went back to them. His darlin was mad a lot, he couldn't blame them, not with what he heard them muttering about under their breath. They hit him and yelled at him alot, but they also wined out his name at night when the nightmares got too bad, they found him blood just in case until he was freed and named a mass maker, then they just brought him blood to feed on. They took care of him the time when he got blood drunk off of spoiled blood.

They hated vampires, that never changed, they trusted one and he not only hurt them but the people they cared about, they were not going to trust another so easily. He didn't ask about his darlins past when he was with them, he knew they didn't want to talk about it, but he regrets it now. He regrets not asking about themselves more. There is nothing to do about it now, all he can do is look back on the times they had together. He remembers back to the first time they showed him affection. They tied him up in their basement, nothing other than the chain and ropes on him. They left him there the entire day with a blindfold on and then took him to the moon once they got back.

Sam blushed lightly at the memory, he remembered that night extremely well. It was after he became a mass maker. It was their form of celebrating him. They obviously didn't like Sam turning people, it was why they had such a hard time around him, but then he was free. They were happy that they finally had him. He might have been called a yandere but they were just as obsessed over him, and he loved that feeling. He would do anything for them, he still would. But he would never have the chance to listen to them again, not hearing them quietly talking in the few quiet moments they had shared together, not them barking directions or orders at him, not even their small wines he had a love-hate relationship with. Never again would he be able to hear them, because the same bastard that made them hate vampires, killed them. He killed them and their alfa in a fight, taking the one damn thing that made this damned world worth it.

Sam rose from the statin sheets he was lying in, he could feel tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes. He rubbed his face, ridding it of any signs he was about to cry. He threw off the blanket and kicked his feet from his new bed. The bed that was fit for a king. The old king that slept in it, now locked in a separate room, not too far from where Sam was but far enough. He didn't regret turning the old king and taking his place, for all he cared he too could be held accountable for his turning, Sam saw it fit that he was responsible for Damien’s . Not to mention that Sam found it absolutely disgusting how he treated his old concert, and how stone cold his face was when they were executed. Sam didn't understand how someone could watch the person they were meant to love and cherish above all else be executed so willingly.

He got out of the bed, shaking his head as if to shake away the thoughts he was having. He picked it up after months of living with his Darlin, watching them do it whenever they got upset with a pack member and even him later on in their dysfunctional relationship. Sam shook his head harder, before walking over to his (giant) closet, pulling on some pants and a shirt. The clothes were soft, a lot softer than his old wardrobe. He was largely able to fit into Damiens old clothes but he liked his style how he had it.

Sam walked down the halls, the tapping of his heels echoing through the walls. He stopped in front of his news progeny door. Opening it slightly to look inside. He was met with his progeny’s progeny sleeping on the bed he didn't care to take out and his actual progeny laying on the ground, not asleep but just laying there. He didn't care to ask why, instead just closing the door once more and continuing to walk. Sam didn't know where he was walking in honesty. He didn't know the place fully, he hadn't taken the time to look around yet. He suddenly felt a sharp feeling stab at him, not physically, no it was something else. He didn't know what, it went as soon as it came yet he still turned around quickly. His eyes locking on a door he knew led to a dungeon.

He walked back to it, slowly putting his hand on the doorknob. He took a grounding breath. Why was he so nervous? It made no sense, he was the strongest person here. But what he felt didn't feel like he had to fight, it felt different, it sparked something protective in him. Like how he felt when he gained feeling for his Darlin. As soon as he realized the feeling he threw open the door and rushed down the stairs. This place should be empty. Even if there were people down here when he took over they would be dead by now, if anything because of starvation. As he walked he could see a dull light in the distance. He looks into each cell briefly as he passes, each one empty.

Until he sees them. Curled in on themselves breathing softly,shalowly. He stops, he can see the body shaking, whoever it is is covered in dirt and muck. He can smell dried blood. It isn't till a few more seconds passes that he recognizes the smell of the blood. “D-Darlin?” he whispers softly in disbelief. The figure in the cell gasps and holds its legs closer to their body. Sam tore open the cell door and rushed in. He didn't touch them, but he wanted to. “Hay, Darlin, is that really you? Oh gods please tell me it's you” He whispered softly. Darlin sniffled and slowly moved their head so they could see him. “S-Sam?” God they sounded broken. “Ya, ya Darlin it's me. You're going to be ok, can I touch you?” he whispered. After a second of a disbelieving staring Darlin crashed into Sam, Throwing their arms around him. He held them back, he could feel how weak they were, he could feel how much thinner they were, their strength all gone. Sam let himself fall back when they collided, just holding them as they sobbed into him.

They stayed like that for a long time. He couldn't feel any tears, they must have been down there, trapped for a long time. Soon darlin pulled back, looking at sam's face. “Sammy….I've missed you so much…how did…how did you find me…” Their voice was small and strained, it sounded like it hurt them to speak, nothing like the strong study voice he adored so much. “It's all right darlin, I'll explain what's been happening. Let's get you out of here first.” He continued to speak quietly. They nodded sharply and he curled his arms around them, picking them up as if they were going to brake, and to be fair it felt as if they would.

Sam stood up slowly, feeling them in his arms. They were so light… He felt them still shaking and their breath still ridged. He walked slowly back up to the halls, making sure he didn't shake them much as he went. He continued back to his room, opting for that over the medical room he didn't know the exact location of. He passed his progeny’s room but did not stop this time, heading to the largest room in the place. Once he reached there, he lightly set Darlin down on the soft sheets. “Hey Darlin, you're safe now. I've got you” he whispered sitting next to them. They smiled weekly, reaching out their hand to close it around his.

It wasn't until he knew they were asleep that he left their side. He quickly got food for them, as well as a healer he had made friends with before he became a mass maker. The healer healed darlins wounds as much as they could, there were a lot of new scars that made sams teeth hurt. He wanted to rip apart whoever made them. After the healer was done they told Sam that they were extremely malnourished and dehydrated, as well as very weak physically. Sam didn't know what happened to them and he couldn't help but worry, he was told they were dead, how they were alive and why they were in the dungeon. He would get all those questions answered when his darlin was ready and he didn't know how long that would take.

Once Darlin woke up Sam was at their side. Telling them that a healer came in and took care of what they could. Sam held them in his arms as he fed them small types of food. Before picking them up and taking them to his bathroom to run them a nice shower and bath. He could tell they were embarrassed by the small blush on their cheeks but they leaned into his soft touch. He wasn't expecting them to do so, not with how they used to act, he knew they were getting better but this was an entire new level, they were leaning into him because they finally felt safe for the first time in however long. It broke his heart. Once they were clean Sam ran a bath and sat behind them as they rested on his chest.

“Sam…” They whispered, scared to break the peace they just got back. “Yes darlin?” Sam replied in a soft but normal volume. “What happened..I know you must have questions about me but I….I don't want to talk about it…yet at least.” Sam kissed their head, their hair was a lot thinner than what they used to have but he would make sure it would be back to what they once had soon. “Of course darlin, you don't have to talk about it till you are ready, i'll tell you what's happened since you've been gone.”

Sam explained what all had happened since he thought they had died. Darlin was devastated to hear it all but stayed quite well as Sam explained it all. From the day he was told they died to him taking over the crown. They swayed gently in his arms, playing with some of the bubbles on the top of the water. “So..basically…the imperium is dead and vamps are all supreme and because you are the one who started it all they just stay out of your way and let you have what you want?” “The army of progeny helps with that to but ya pretty much.” “heh, I guess so…what about the pack? You said that they are alive ‘cept David..But you said the other where ok, how are they?” “They're all right, I don't talk to them much but I have some eyes on them, Asher has been a good Alfa and they tried to help take down the Imperium, they are safe, other people won't mess with them, especially not other vamps, they all know they are under my protection.” Darlin smiled “....Thank you…it means alot that you have been keeping an eye out for them…I knew David died that night… the prison guards wouldn't shut up about it” “Oh, Darlin im so sorry” ''Its fine..I..I actually changed my mind. I want to get it out of the way…” “All right Darlin, I'll listen, I'll let you know if I have any questions.”

Darlin started telling Sam what happened. They didn't remember the start of it all, one minute they were fighting Quinn with David and they passed out, then they woke up in the dungeon. The guards were cruel to them, barely feeding them or giving them water, and when they did it came in dog bowls. They whipped them alot to, they refused to get close to them in any way so all the torcher came from a distance. Getting frozen or boiling water thrown onto them or other such things. Then one day the guards didn’t come back, there was a lot of noise but they didn't know what was going on, then they were alone. The other prisoners started screaming and such but they all eventually fell quiet. They got hungrier and hungrier but refused to die, no matter what. Then Sam found them.

Sam figured that the guards were amosent the people that were killed during the fighting, but he would double cheek to make sure. Sam spent the rest of the day taking care of his darlin. Dressing them up in comfy, elegant clothes, getting them the nicest food he could, making sure they were drinking water.

Over time as he took care of them they started looking better, he got a freelancer to help with their hair, he knew they still used it as a stim. He watched as they pulled at their thin hair and get more upset when it came out so he made it a priority to help fix that. He continued to take care of them and they started getting more of their personality back, they were a lot more submissively skittish then their old aggressive skittish. He started helping them around,never wanting to leave their side but also not wanting to overwhelm them with meetings and such, so he left them in his room whenever he had a meeting. He also made sure his progeny and his one he turned knew they were there and that the two of them were to listen to his Darlin no matter what.

Months passed and he started to see his darlin again, they weren't scared to yell at Damien or Huxly and they started working out. Sam was more than pleased when we saw them working out for the first time, his tightening pants proof of that. He sat and watched them until they noticed him. “Oh shit, sorry Sam, I didn't see you come in.” “no no darlin you're good, i'm enjoying the show” “heh i can see that.” Sam blushed as looked away. “It's good to see you working out again darlin.” They walked closer to him, “Sam..I'm sorry for how I used to treat you, it wasn't fair and I-” “No! No darlin you never have to apologize for any of that!” Sam interrupted, quickie standing in front of them, placing his hands on their hips. “I wasn't even supposed to be in your house but I loved you, I DO love you, I loved how you treated me, I was yours and I loved doing anything and everything you wanted from me, please don't apologize for any of it!” He started with his voice louder than he normally used but quickly lowered his voice as he continued to talk. Darlin looked shocked until their eyes narrowed. “Oh? You liked being tossed around and treated like a pet?” They said eyebrow raised. Sam was going to respond but nothing came out of his mouth as he felt his face flush, so instead he nodded.

His darlin smirked and put their own hands on his hips and jerked him into them. He gasped in surprise and they took that opportunity to kiss him. After the moment of shock he kissed back, running his hands up their sides to wrap them around their neck. After months they felt almost exactly as they used to, strong, sturdy, and hot as hell. They knew it too, they loved to flex it, randomly picking him up when he wasn't expecting it. The first time they did it they scared him.

Now his Darlin easily pushed him around, nothing like they used to, just small shoves whenever he made them blush or such. In honesty he missed their harsh nature, he missed them shoving him out of the way when they wanted something, shoving him into a wall as they bit at his skin.

Sam was pulled back into the present as Darlin pulled at the buttons on his shirt. “Mmm~ you liked me pushing you around? You like being my little, pathetic vampire bitch~?” They growled into the kiss, their grip on his hips tightening. He opened his eyes again,wondering briefly when he closed them, he looked up at his mates eyes. He nodded. “Yes~, i've missed you so much Darlin” He could feel them smirk as they dipped their head to kiss his neck. “Fuck~”

They suddenly bit him harshly, him crying out loudly as they drew blood. They spit the blood out of the mouth and grinned down at him again. “Like that?” Gods he missed that cocky face. ‘Y-yes” He managed to choke out, before he felt a sharp pain though his face, they had smacked him, “Yes what.” “Yes Master” He whispered out, face red. “That's a good pet.” They smiled sweetly down on him for a brief moment, making sure that he really was ok with it, they were met with an extremely flushed Sam smiling like a dumbass.

They snorted a laugh and picked him up, carrying him like a princess despite his title as King. Sam if possible would have blushed even harder. He kept his face in the crook of their neck as they walked down the halls, he could feel eyes follow them as they went. Who wouldn't stair, a wolf was carrying their king like he was a fragile doll, which was funny in itself, seeing as he knew they were about to absolutely reck him.

They get back to the room and Darlin doesn't think twice about the fact that the two news additions are in there before throwing Sam onto the bed and getting on top of him. Sam on the other hand, does, about to shout out for them both to leave Darlin cuts him off with a kiss. Biting his lips as they do, he’s mindlessly grinding up into them as their teeth mix with the kiss. It isn't until Damien lets out an embarked squeak that Darlin looks over at the two. “The hell are you two still doing here? Get the hell out.” They growled, the other two didn't waste any time before dashing out. Not before darlin had seen Damien's reaction to the scene in front of him. “Heh~ looks like your progeny is a little whore Sammy~”

Sam rolled his eyes and pulled them back to kiss him again, “I couldn't care less right’ now Darlin” He laughed as they grinned and bit at his neck again. They didn't make another comment, instead flipping the two of the over so Sam was straddling their chest. “Fuck! Fucken hell Darlin, i forgot how hot you are under me~” his comment earned him a harsh smack to his thigh, he bit his lip to stop a shout. “You love it when I hit you dont you bitch.” They smirked as they rubbed the spot they smacked. Sam nodded as he started to grind down onto them. “What do you want, Sam?” Sam started to answer but was cut off by a sharp smack to his face and flipped back to his back, he took a sharp breath of surprise and darlin grabbed his cheeks, shaking his face as they growled in his ear, “I dont give a shit what you want. Why the hell would i?” Was all he could make out before he felt his pants being ripped off and darlin grabbing his dick harshly.

He gasped as he felt the cool air hit his half hard dick before darlins hand quickly remedied the cold. “I want you in me” He heard them say before he could feel them push themselves partially down onto him. His breath came in short harsh increments as he could feel them swallowing him. “D-darlin you didnt-” He was once again smacked, this time on his thigh, “You think i don't know. Fucking dumbass, of course I know I didnt prep, I dont give a shit right now. I said I want you in me so ill fucking have that.” They ground out though their teeth, holding back their pained gasps and moans.

He nodded sharply as their ass met his thighs as he bottomed out. They leaned down, catching their breath as they kissed his neck. They took awhile to get used to his size again, especially because they only had his pre cum and whatever they used of their own wetness to shove him inside in their impatience.

After a few minutes of them getting adjusted and Sam peppering their hair with kisses as they waited, they started to move. They start slow but after the first few bounces they speed up. Smacking themselves down on him. Sam moaned as they claimed him, marking his neck with their teeth as their nails raked down his shoulders and chest.

His teeth ached to be in them but he didn’t. He knew better. Instead he had his hands on their hips as he met theirs with his. Darlin moaned uncontrollably as his hips sped up more and more, until they smacked his face, not hard but he could feel a sting, and scolded him.

Sam fought to keep his hips down, still occasionally thrusting up into them. Every time he did they punished him, whether it be a smack or them sinking their sharp teeth into him and ripping his skin,either way he loved it. He could feel his core sing every time their bodies met.

“F-Fuck darlin-“ He panted out, “Darlin ‘m close. God ‘m so close.” He could feel their smirk against his neck. “Good~ Ahh~ fuck. Sam,” His name sounded like a prayer on their lips, “Cum with me~ come on Sammy. I want you in me while I finish”

He couldn’t say no to them, he never could. He nodded frantically and was rewarded with their lips on his once more. The kiss was desperate and messy as they moaned together.

It wasn’t much longer before the two of them finished together. Later Sam would learn that multiple of his staff as well as his progeny were made well aware of his and his Darlin’s activities by the time their joined noises came to a stop, and he honestly could not care less.

The two of them sat there for a while,basking in their glorious afterglow,until they started to feel sticky and gross, or at least until Darlin started to feel sticky and gross. Sam couldn’t care,he was just basking and he wouldn’t be the one to stop that ever, expecily just to clean up.

His darlin carried him to the bathroom and washed him and themselves off, slowly pressing kisses to his skin. Once they were done they dried them both off and got him back to the bed, where they threw the messy blankets off the bed to be washed later, and set him down. They climbed in with Sam and cuddled him close to them.

They both fell asleep soon after, holding each other. Just how they should be

[catella-ars]

Huxley and Lasko got haircuts for the Imperium so Damien got longer hair.

I haven’t listened to the second season of Imperium and it may be a while because of reasons but anYWAY HERE’S THIS

[messenger-of-stupidity]

After Love is Gone

Heheh I wrote genuine angst again. It’s been a while since I did that.

CW: Imp!Damien x Imp!Angel (if you’ve watched the imperium damien videos, you already know what to expect. Spoilers will be here.), cursing, arguing

Redacted Masterlist

Ao3 Link

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Angel pressed shaking fingers to their lips, stopping just short of actually touching them. Their eyes were staring blankly at the window and the moon that shown outside of it. Damien was pacing along the floor, ranting about something or other that had happened that he was upset about. Angel couldn't honestly care. Once upon a time they listened to his words, enraptured by the way his tone would fluctuate when he grew more passionate or wanted to press meaning onto specific words. They dropped their hand, still looking out the window. It didn't matter to them if Damien noticed their lack of attention. The world was ending and he was angry about the peasants or something. Angel couldn't understand how he didn't get that none of it mattered anymore. They leaned back to press their back onto the bed, their gaze falling up towards the ceiling instead. A feeling of vertigo swept through them and they closed their eyes, letting the spinning feeling sweep them away.

How many times had they done that? During the late nights where Damien's warmth felt more feverish than comforting, the nights where that was the only movement they were allowed to have as magic held on tightly to their body? Far too often. They had always thought that they would be the ones to tell their friends if their friends were in a toxic relationship. They had been the person to point out a bad relationship the earliest when it came up on TV dramas. And yet here they lay, only their mind being theirs while everything else belonged to the King Imperial. Consort. They reminisced from when they used to just be known as Damien's partner. They preferred being his unempowered partner than what they were now.

"Are you listening?" Damien's agitated voice pulled them out of their thoughts. Their eyes slowly opened again and propped themselves up on their forearms, a response already on their tongue. Not even their words were theirs anymore. They were tailored to whatever Damien wanted them to say, or to be nothing at all. They hated those moments, where his magic had a grip on their throat and they could only cry silently as he enjoyed the quiet. He didn't see anything wrong with it anymore. When he had first started stealing from them with his magic, he had felt guilty after a few hours. Now it was his given right to take from them. They regarded him quietly and he repeated his question. "I said, are you listening? Answer me." Not even a please.

"No." They said instead and their heartbeat picked up in speed as he frowned at them. They didn't care if he got upset at them for not listening. He didn't get upset if they lied, as long as the lie suited them. Great, he had also taken a good portion of their morals from them. They sat up fully and smiled down at their hands. Why were they smiling? There wasn't anyone to fool anymore. "Damien, can I ask you something please?" They asked softly. He sighed but sat down beside them, leaning back on his palms.

"Fine, if you must. What is it?" He asked. At least he still gave them the time of day. How long until that was gone too?

"When are you going to keep your promise for unempowered?" They asked. It was an age-old question at this point, and the frustrated groan that Damien emitted proved it. But this wasn't like the times before. This wasn't just checking for an update anymore. They didn't believe any of the updates. Not anymore. No, this was checking to see if anything was salvageable at this point. Because even after everything he had stolen from them, they still loved him. They still felt their heart flutter when he cupped their face gently in his warm hands, when he pressed a kiss to the apple of their cheeks.

"We've been over this already. The answer isn't going to fucking change." There it was. Confirmation. It didn't hurt as much as the fact that Angel wasn't surprised by the answer. They should have been surprised. They should have been upset that it was just another lie. But they weren't. Their heart gave a painful squeeze and tears gathered in their eyes as they bit down on their bottom lip. Their hands were still shaking. "Are you crying?" Damien asked and he sounded irritated by it. He didn't care if he was the cause of the tears anymore. He used to care how Angel looked at him. "I thought you wanted to have good nights." He added. Angel stood up and walked away from him, wrapping their arms around themself in an effort to self-soothe. They had no expectations that Damien would do it. He only got physical contact from them when he wanted it or decided that Angel wanted it. When they wanted space, he wanted to be in that space. When they wanted to be cradled within his arms, he would be too busy.

"I don't know anymore, Damien." They whispered. The room fell quiet bar the low buzz from the electricity. He stood up and walked towards them, hands going into his pockets.

"What do you mean?" He asked. Angel laughed as tears made little trails down their face.

"I mean what I said, Damien."

"What do you not know about?" He pressed.

"Everything. I don't know if I can be who you want me to be. I don't know if I can survive your love. I don't know if I can fucking stand you anymore. I don't know how I can love you." They said, their shaky voice raising as the dam for their emotions started to crack and fall apart. He stared at them, his brow furrowing before the corner of his jaw twitched and the temperature increased. Angel scuttled backwards, wary of the heat, their arms tightening around them. Their fingers curled inward as they gripped the fabric of the hoodie they wore. They missed the way his gaze used to flash with hurt when they did that. Now they only saw his frustration increase. Was he only angry nowadays?

"And what the hell do you mean by that?" He snapped. Angel sighed softly as they locked eyes with Damien.

"I don't love you anymore." They said. They saw the hurt and shock from the statement fill Damien's expression before it was replaced with anger. He moved towards them and they stayed still as he stopped a few inches from them. The wave of heat coming from him hit them and they felt their skin start to flush to combat against it. It didn't help that they were wearing their comfort clothing, not clothing made to specifically keep their body cool. They didn't back down though. They were done being meek.

"Stop lying." He said through gritted teeth. Even now he was trying to take the truth from Angel. They wouldn't let him.

"I'm not lying Damien. I don't love you anymore. I don't feel safe anymore. The world out there is falling apart and dying and you don't fucking care. You only care about holding on so tightly to your beloved fucking power. Well newsflash Damien, that power isn't going to mean shit when there's nothing left to rule over anymore. What are you going to do then? Are you going to go onto that damn balcony and survey the disaster you caused?" They were growing angry, but it felt good to let these emotions out. They didn't know how much longer they would be able to before the biggest imbalance between them and their lover came out to play. They could tell their words were hurting Damien and making him angrier. Good.

"You really wanna say that? You don't understand what power can do since you've never had any. And you want to know why you've never had any? It's not because I withheld it from you. It's because you don't fucking deserve it. You wouldn't know what to do with it. I do know what to do with it. You don't even know how you would go about changing what you so desperately want to. So don't act like it's so simple. You don't get it and you never will." Damien said, his voice raising with his temperature. It scared them, but it was also so freeing. No image-tracking. Just venting it all out. Except this time they wouldn't let it end with just continuing on like nothing ever happened. They weren't going to return to the life that was sucking everything out of them. They weren't going to be a husk to be manipulated like a marionette.

"I know I'm unempowered. You like reminding me a lot. But that doesn't mean I'm stupid. I'm not blind, like you are. I can see what's actually going on out there despite the fact you keep me locked up in this shitty cage you call a palace. I can see that whatever this is between us isn't working. You aren't willing to change anything and you aren't willing to let anyone try. You're such a... control freak! You have to control everything all of the time." They said and wiped this tears are with the back of their palms. Sweat had beaded up on their forehead, bridge of their nose, and above their upper lip. They took a step back from him, the heat combined with their vertigo making them dizzy and feel faint. Damien laughed cruelly and stepped away from them too, running his fingers through his hair.

"Oh spare me the pity. Does it look like I care if I'm a control freak? At least I'm able to control things, unlike someone else." It was an underhanded jab. Both of them knew why Angel couldn't control anything. It was a sore spot, and him pointing it was only hurting more each time.

"It's not pity. I don't feel anything for you Damien except contempt." They said, their voice lowering. Damien rolled his eyes, but he recognized the deflating. Angel wished they were able to do more. Argue more. But it was all moot points. Damien didn't have to care about what they said. He only had to wait until they made themselves tired, like a misbehaving toddler. A sob wracked their body and they fell to their knees, hands covering their face. They could hear Damien's footsteps pace a few times before he approached them and sat down in front of them. He pulled them towards him gently and Angel let him. They hated that they did, but comfort was comfort no matter the source.

"You know I love you right?" He said softly, his hand rubbing circles on their back as they clutched onto him tiredly. Their tear-filled gaze moved towards the moon again, the light blurry.

"This isn't love. Not anymore." They said back, their voice breaking. They felt him stiffen and tense, but they didn't care. "It used to be love, I know that. But that was before any of this. Before you were caring about the wrong things. When we were younger. Love is pure, kind, equal. This... this is a twisted dark form of love. If it can even be called that." They added in a whisper before closing their eyes. Their mind was made up. They were done with this. Damien held them throughout the night and well into the mid hours of the morning, but Angel's mind was made up and they were stubborn.

𓆩♡𓆪

Angel stared up at Damien from where they kneeled in the plaza. Their wrists were chained by magic behind their back. They were finally considered a threat, despite the fact they had no magic. They had spilled everything to the public, ruining the king's image. He wasn't someone who supported equality or change towards a better future. Advisors had tried to discredit Angel's claims by stating that they were just trying to get back at Damien because of an argument the two had gone through. The advisors had the facts right, but the timeline wrong. The argument had been a last straw, and Angel did want to get back at Damien. But it wasn't just because of the argument, it was because of everything that had happened that lead up to the argument.

Damien was looking down at them, panic and hurt in his gaze. No anger this time. They laughed bitterly. The Damien they knew now was a twisted form of what he had been. But so were they. They supposed this is what happened after love was gone. But that was okay. Because they were finally free. They said their piece and it would reach the right ears, even if the advisors' plan worked. They closed their eyes one last time. They let the vertigo sweep them away one last time. They never felt the sword hit their neck and they missed their head rolling as their body toppled down unceremoniously, blood pooling.

[frenchiefitzhere]

new song comin' at ya

This one contains major spoilers for today's Redacted Cataclysm vid so...you've been warned

I think perhaps the biggest shock of hearing the Jett/Damien scene was that Angel never really got a chance to have the last word. That's what I tried to remedy here. The new song is "Warm Regards from the Great Beyond /s" and yep, the /s tone indicator is part of the song title. Because Angel should still get to be Angel. Music and Lyrics by Me (Frenchie)/Vocals & Keys Also Me CW: death; end of the world/impending doom stuff (Imperium things 💅). Also, it's me singing, so Fem!Angel. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[endless-nightshift]

Haha so about that new Imperium Video....

Allow me to introduce our former Imperial Consort

[bagelbucket]

OH ITS DAMIEN TIME

[404-collins]

Imp!Damien is the embodiment of the song ‘kiss me, son of god’ by They Might Be Giants

Good evening

[6-atlas-6]

An idea for Redacted tweets

Idk you choose: when lasko enter a hotel it becomes a hoe-tel (or a hoe-tell when he starts telling others about how he sucks di*k)

Redacted tweets 😧‼️

Is it mostly all lasko again? Yes absolutely.

Also thank you for the suggestions I love them

🎀Tags: @capitalisticveins @vilf-lover @deviantaj @plutobutartsy @crescentgrim @morgansplace @epsi-l0n @kitheking @randomhoneybee @messenger-of-stupidity @shawslut @samlizdavis @betta-phish @darlin-collins @verbal-static @puffin-smoke @cyc-chilla

[beedoes-stuff]

you see this is what happens when david and darlin aren’t alive—

[pycth]

IMPERIUM || Consort To the Tyrant King-Imperial

“I would burn this Imperium to the ground for you.”

(And the Imp!DAMN Crew is complete! Out of all my Imperium designs, Imp!Damien’s is by far my favorite next to Gavin’s— I got real excited to come up with royal attire. That throne was a pain in the ass, but I do love how it turned out so worth it.

In all honesty, I would’ve loved to have heard what went down leading to Imp!Angel’s execution. Like them getting caught and having to listen to Damien push through announcing their crimes against the Imperium and their betrayal to him right before it happens. Not the ship we were expecting, but one I wanted to know more about—)

[androgynouspenguinexpert]

TANTUM TYRANNUS

[belovedbow]

the emperor and his consort

[frenchiefitzhere]

Ok so maybe fragment Friday turned into snippet Saturday but here we go!! I wrote a thing! And guess what! Not a Greer for miles!! (Tagged by @ejunkiet and @autisticempathydaemon)

Vampire Imperium Lasko?? Okay! Imma make it happen! This is essentially an AU to the AU and takes place well before Cataclysm but after my fic “An Unsettling Settlement”. Here’s the start:

He chose to call for a driver on this one.

Sure, rolling up to the Imperial Spire in his fancy silver import might impress a few lackeys and magistrates, but Lasko had an appointment with the King Imperial that morning, and he was not about to drive himself like some pauper.

The car pulled up under the covered side entryway for guests. A guard in black livery opened the door for him.

Damn right. Lasko sniffed. I should look into retraining my idiot campus Enforcers to hold doors for me so we can at least have the appearance of a civilized institution. Yes, we’ll add that to tomorrow’s meeting, he thought, texting his assistant to update the agenda.

He checked his reflection in the elaborate gold filigree mirror before entering the throne room.

Impeccable. As always. He smirked and admired his slate grey three-piece suit. He rarely wore ties in Imperial burgundy, but this was a special occasion. A little splash of red at the neck. Just that hint of civic pride for my good friend King Damien.

“President Moore is here, Your Imperial Majesty.”

“Send him in.”

Damien had chosen a finer throne than his mother but had relocated it to a smaller hall.

He doesn’t seem to have as many people wanting to talk to him anyway, poor thing. Good he has loyal subjects like me to back him up. “King Damien. Good to see you, sir. How can I serve the crown today?”

“Lasko. This won’t take long. We need to talk.”

My god, he’s tactless and immature! No wonder he has so many issues these days. Lasko righted his face, making sure he revealed none of his private thoughts.

“I’m replacing you.”

“Replacing me…in what way? I don’t understand.”

“You’re being deposed as president of the Imperial Academy. Today is your last official day.”

Lasko couldn’t tell if he had removed the air from the room or if he had just stopped breathing. “Ex— Excuse me, sir? What?! Why?”

“We have our reasons. Suffice it to say, I’ve learned of some…misuse of resources, and it’s not a good look for the Imperium right now.

That will be all. You’re dismissed.”

“Dismissed? I demand an explanation!” A gust of wind blew through the throne room.

“You ‘demand’?” Damien’s eyes flashed. So did two towers of flame to either side of his black marble chair. “You’re done here. And you’re done at that academy. I’ll send along one of my staff to oversee the transition to the interim president. Go.”

+++

A week later, Lasko still hadn’t sorted out what he would do. To be dismissed be the Crown itself… I’m even a tacky cliché: I’ll never work in this town—in this Imperium—again.

He sat before the fireplace in his house, tossing frame after frame onto the pyre. Degrees. Awards. Certificates of Merit. All of it ash and dust now. A whole career down the drain.

He sneered as the fire reminded him of his last view of King Damien. I don’t ever want to see the light of day again.

He clutched the arms of his chair pensively.

But I still want to live. I enjoy my life. My things. Pleasure. But I’ll never be able to associate with polite society again.

But what if the society I did associate with were a bit more savage? And what if I never saw the light of day again?

Just infinite nights.

He stood and smiled into the mirror over the mantle.

Immortality.

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It only took former President Moore 24 hours to conceive of his plan and find himself at the decrepit gates of Wonderworld.

And I’m gonna go ahead and tag @teafairywithabook and @beewithknee. You got snippets?? 👉👈🥰