#love of my life my wife my sunshine my murder baby

[letitflytoapril]

[gabessquishytum]

Really into hob as normal good caring boyfriend as we usually have him but also ultra dark super possessive of dream. Hes all sunshine and candlelit dinners around his beloved kitty but nobody else better look at said kitty or hob is following them home with a switchblade and a mission. Dream has no idea hes essentially a mafia wife hes just soaking up the attention and is so glad hes found someone who isnt afraid to commit to him. Hob has already committed to him, for life, and hes committed dream to HIM for life as well and hes also committed a fair bit of murder. The first time they meet hob stalks him home until he can arrange another casual bump together and he can ask dream out which goes so well and he gets to see dream all sweet and pliant. He doesnt let dream out of his sight until hes sure that he can secure having dream forever.

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This is my favourite Hob characterisation because it feels so real. To Dream he is the sweetest baby, innocent darling cinnamon roll. To the rest of the world? He is commiting atrocities. Has killed and will kill again.

Whenever someone points out the red flags to Dream, he just doesn't get it because... they're not red flags to him?? Yes, Hob has a tracker on Dream’s phone - it's great because sometimes Dream gets lost and Hob can always come to pick him up! Yes, Hob is a little possessive, but that's also great because Dream has some pretty nasty exes and Hob makes sure that they stay away!!

And Hob is sooo good in bed. He does all the things that Dream is into, and he's not afraid to get freaky. Dream loves it when Hob grips his throat and snarls 'mine' - he loves showing off all his bruises and hickies.

Dream is glad Hob seems to be so naturally obsessed with him, because if not... Dream would have to show his own dark side, and he wouldn't like to do that. He's much happier being Hob’s pretty kitty <333

[bullet-prooflove]

Free - Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader

TW: Very brief mention of abortion and DV. Drug taking.

Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life, @danzer8705 @mysoulisasunflower @vannabanana1995

It’s one in the morning and you’re up, sitting on the back porch, smoking a joint as you stare out into the depths of Riz’s small back garden. It’s sparse with a yucca and a couple of cacti and agaves scattered around to break up the grey. Somehow it works, those pops of green adding colour and texture to a landscape that would otherwise be barren.

You hear the pad of his quiet footfalls behind you and sigh. You’d left him sleeping, tangled up in the sheets. You thought he’d be out for the night but you’d forgotten how he likes to reach out for you in the early hours, how he gathers you up and kisses your hair when your half dreaming and whispers the sweetest words into your ear.

He sits down alongside of you, shoulders and hips touching. He’s thrown on the white vest and black shorts that he wears when the heat becomes unbearable. You offer him the joint and he plucks it from your fingers before taking a long drag and blowing it out of his mouth.

“What trouble are you in?” he asks, handing it back.

“The kind that ends in 25 to life if I murder the fucker.” You tell him gloomily.

“Who are we murdering?” he asks half seriously.

He says ‘we’ like he means it and that’s what you love about him. It’s always been ‘we’. He doesn’t have doubts like you do, he isn’t scared to fall, to tumble headfirst into something that has the power to devastate him if it goes wrong. He is open with his heart, his thoughts, his feelings.

“My ex is contesting the divorce.” You tell him, putting the joint between your lips and inhaling. “He’s taking me to court. I don’t want to do that because that means I have to look at him again and I…”

The words trail off as that hummingbird of anxiety flutters in your chest, because you remember the last time you laid eyes on that man. The rage in his face, the fury when you told him about the abortion. He wanted you to give up the music, the only thing that let sunshine pour into your droll little life. You were supposed to behave like a good little wife and slave away in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant. You don’t remember much after the first hit, you just remembered waking up on the kitchen floor, your cheek pressed to the cold tile. You knew he was a mean bastard when he wanted to be but that was the first time, he’d laid hands on you; you’d made sure it was the last. You’d grabbed up those precious few items and disappeared into the night like smoke.

Riz’s palm came to rest on the back of your neck, his thumb soothing over the delicate space behind your ear. He knows you find it calming, that the sensation grounds you. You take a deep breath, your hand shaking as you take another pull on the joint.

“Ok.” He murmurs into your hair. “What if I go with you?”

“I can’t ask you to do that.” You told him, blowing smoke out of your mouth and into the night time air. “He’s a fucking sheriff, he could make trouble for you, for the club. I’ll just withdraw the petition, wait until he’s calmed down a bit.”

Riz cupped your jaw, his fingertips gentle as he tipped your head up to meet his gaze.

“Songbird, it’s been almost two years. I don’t think it’s a matter of calming down.”

You both knew what this was. Wyatt wanted to drag you through the dirt, to humiliate you, to have your marriage memorialised in court documents that detailed exactly what you’d done to him. He didn’t view what he’d done to you as wrong, poking holes in condoms to intentionally get you pregnant, despite the fact you had told him time and time again that you didn’t want children. He thought you’d change your mind when you had the baby in you.

“I just want to be free.” You told him quietly.

It’s a whisper in the darkness, a hope, a plea.

Riz sighs because he knows he can’t give that to you. This is something you have to do for yourself, him removing the obstacle won’t help in the long run, he’s not deluded enough to consider that an option. Instead, he wraps his arms around you and gathers you close because all he can do is offer you some comfort in the middle of the shitstorm you’re facing.

“We’ll figure out a way.” He whispers into your hair. “I promise you’ll be free again.”

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[strangefable]

oc tag game

thank you for tagging me, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @marivenah, @clonesupport, & @voidika <3 <3 <3

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(also forgive me but i'm not making banners for ocs i hardly ever talk about any more, so this post is gonna be mostly text. if you want images of anyone i can share, but i just don't have energy to make new banners and i still want to actually post this so, please forgive me <3)

favorite oc

she's my baby girl right now. she's got the most space in my head, at all times i am thinking of her. she owns me and i'm not sorry. this is micah's world, i'm just here to serve her, and i would not have it any other way

honorable mentions: niamh gannon & beauregard barrett

they've been with me the longest and once had the strongest hold on me for more than a decade. they're two very formative characters for me and i will always have tiny palaces in my heart for both of them

oldest oc

niamh gannon

as far as fandom ocs that i've written and shared anywhere online, ni is the first baby girl. i started writing her when she was just a wee 11 year old student all the way through to her adult life as a wife, mother, and badass. she's the most developed oc i have, because i spent decades writing her. (she's also a bit of a precursor to what lore eventually became)

newest oc

i've got a few newer concepts circling, but as far as ocs that fully exist, lil is still the newbie on the team. she's a fun way to stretch and do some things i've never dared try before. fiery little pistol and demon who is out to create chaos in an act of revenge against a world that's wronged her

meanest oc

this is a hard one! i have several evil ocs, but they're not necessarily mean in any traditional sense. they play politics too well for that, though they can be underhanded and they'll fuck you up. of the ones i talk about here, it's probably either lilith or bowie, but neither of them are mean, exactly. lilith just wants to lash out and hurt everyone, and bowie is just blunt and crass. of my older ocs, there's fletch, who's a dumbfuck gay werewolf with a chip on his shoulder and no filters. and daphne, who's the evilest monster you'll ever meet: she wants to cut you open and splay your insides while you're still alive, but she'll talk so sweetly to your face. there's leona and lysandra, who are daddy's girls and spoiled brats. there's lux, who wants to look like a bad boy and live up to his evil father's legacy, but mostly he's just an asshole. and his father, chrys, who is evil. he trains monstrous dogs that are built to attack people. also he's a ruthless murderer but he's a suave and smooth politician, so you'll never catch him. also there's rand, my evil alpha werewolf man. then there's alfie, an absolute shithead of a bully and a punk, but he's really just a sad lonely idiot. there's torvald and romeo, my supercreeps. elena my snarky little shit who lashes out and hates everyone.

yeah, this is too hard, i have several meanies.

softest oc

none of the ocs i talk about here are soft in the least. but i have some old ones who are total cinnamon rolls. dierdre delaney is a soft sweetheart of a seer. there's bethy baby, bethany, who is a shy tiny pixie girl who is full of love and sunshine. liam who is a soft gentle romantic soul. naveen who is a sweet little nerd. rune, my soft gentle werewolf boy. olwen, who is gentle like a fairy. sienna my sweet little miracle baby. kaz the softest cuddliest kindest doctor you'll ever meet. teddy, the most cinnamon roll to ever cinnamon roll. ajlgdjlg agh i can't any more, the soft ones make my heart and teeth ache and i'm missing them so much now

most aloof/standoffish oc

i'm gonna give this one to micah, though some of my older kids could probably show her up on it. she's the one of my current stable that has the most trouble interacting with people.

smartest oc

nora by a landslide. she's a certified genius and a savant. the woman knows all.

dumbest (affectionate) oc

oh boy let me tell you, i love making himbos. fletch is one of them, what an idiot. there's rory who's a hardheaded dick. there's junior, declan, and nate, who are the pinnacle of himboness. there's cosmo, my silly class clown boy. there's virgil the clueless. there's pillip, who's theme song is literally 'stupid boy'. and then there's emmy, my flighty fashion icon

oc i'd be friends with irl

giving this one to the jameson sisters. they're the kind of friends anyone would want, imo. (there's a lot of my oldbies i'd put here, too, but this post is too long already)

if you bothered to read all that nonsense, i owe you a kiss or a cookie <3 thanks for listening to me ramble incoherently about ocs i never share any more lmao

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere BTS - Profile

❝💜— lady l: Hi, first time posting here, I'm one of the authors of the blog and when I post something I've written it will say ''Lady L'', because L is the initial of my name! :) I wrote the yandere BTS profiles and I liked the result, but as English is not my first language it can count mistakes. Feel free to correct me at any time. Remember, it's just fiction and I believe no member of BTS is like that in real life. Good reading <3

❝💜 tw: yandere themes in general, such as murder, mention of murder, torture and implicit cannibalism. If you are sensitive to some of these things, I recommend not reading.

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SADIST

Jin absolutely loves seeing you crying and screaming in pain. Yours screams are music to Seokjin's ears.

"I want to hear you crying, princess/prince."

Kim owns one of the most famous restaurant chains in Korea. His perfect match has to love food as much as he does, even if some dishes are... suspicious. His darling should eat and just say thank you, like a good lady/gentleman.

Jin, in addition to being sadistic, is extremely traditional. He wants you to become his wife/husband and have his heirs. Whether adopted or biological. This man wants to see you indoors raising your children. He wants a male heir so he can inherit his restaurant chain.

He's a dangerous yandere, but he's not possessive. You see, if Jin is with his sweetheart it's because he trusts them and knows he wouldn't betray him. If his sweetheart dared to flirt with anyone, Jin would make them regret it. He will make sure of it.

Jin is not a bad yandere to be stuck with, just be his doll and listen to him and everything will be fine. He would hardly stalk you, as he believes it is not necessary. He wants to be your prince charming, but only if you deserve it.

"Awww my baby is screaming again... Scream some more, I love those sounds you make princess/prince."

Kinks: dacriphilia, sadism.

Nicknames: Princess/Prince.

OVERPROTECTIVE

Yoongi is extremely protective and paranoid. Just the thought of you getting hurt is enough to drive him crazy.

"I'm keeping you at home for your own protection, Y/N-ah."

Yoongi fears for your life at all times of the day. From the very moment he wakes up to bedtime, he's always thinking of the ways you could get hurt if you leave the house. He's more likely to kidnap you, but in Yoongi's case, it's just to protect you. After all, there are so many bad people out there, he just wants to keep you safe in his arms. Yoongi is an extremely famous and successful rapper, so don't expect to receive anything but the most expensive for his love.

In addition to being a protective yandere, Yoongi is also very jealous. He says you shouldn't leave the house for his protection, but it's not just that, it's because he doesn't want you to talk to anyone else but him.

Getting stuck with Min Yoongi isn't all bad, as he is protective and would never hurt you, at least not intentionally. The only thing you need to do is stay home and love Yoongi, because if you do, he will take care of you very well.

"I know you wanted to go see that movie at the cinema, Y/N-ah, but it's dangerous to go out. Let's watch it here at home and cuddle, huh?"

Kinks: hybristophilia, pictophilia

Nicknames: Y/N-ah, Baby.

DELIRIOUS

Hoseok wants to be your sun, your reason to smile every day. Your smile is the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen in his life and your laugh the most beautiful sound.

"Come on, Y/N, smile for me. I just want to see you smiling, sunshine."

Jung is very delusional and obsessive, his day starts with you and ends with you. His entire world consists of just you and him together, alone. You didn't know who Jung Hoseok was until one day you caught him sneaking pictures of you. It was at that moment that you spoke to him for the first time and Hoseok felt like he had won the lottery. In a way he won, but the prize was much better. It was you. His sun.

He's a stalker, he knows everything about you, from the neighborhood you grew up in to every mole on your body. There's nothing Hoseok doesn't know about you. Don't even try to hide anything from him, this man can read you like a book.

You were the reason he went mad, the reason he started killing. And he will get rid of anyone who dares to try to separate his soulmate from him. He is a professional dancer and wants you to follow the same profession as him as you are soulmates.

Jung is very smart. Don't think for a second that just because he's delusional that he's stupid, quite the opposite. Never try to deceive him, this man loves you more than anything in the universe, puts you above anyone else, but never try to make a fool of him or cheat on him. He's more than willing to kill you. So be very careful with him.

"I told you to smile, sunshine. Why aren't you smiling? Do I have to skin that friend of yours alive for you to smile for me?"

Kinks: Voyeurism.

Nicknames: sunshine, hope.

MANIPULATOR

Namjoon is the very definition of calculating and meticulous. This man has his whole life calculated, from when you will fall in love for him and how you will both die together.

"Oh, you can't do that, baby girl. It's not in our schedule that you're going to work today. But if you want to go so bad, say goodbye to the planned outing with your friends this weekend."

You've probably heard of Kim Namjoon. The famous police chief renowned and adored by all Seoul citizens. But you never knew how obsessed he was with you. How could you? He never even interacted with you, the new police detective.

Just as he had planned, you fell in love with him the way he wanted. You saw him as your hero and he knew it. Namjoon wanted you to idolize him because only that way he would have the guarantee of your loyalty and total devotion to him. And that's exactly what he got.

Kim Namjoon is the smartest man you've ever met and that's the x of the matter. He is manipulative in the extreme and you would never suspect him. Namjoon, if he ever felt threatened by anyone close to you, would make your head, convince you to walk away from that person. They wasn't worth it, he'll tell you. And you would never question him, after all, your boyfriend knows what's best for you.

And the best thing for you is to stay by his side, with him taking care of you.

"I just don't trust your friends, baby girl. They don't like me and are trying to turn you against me. Well, is it working?"

Kinks: daddykink, spanking.

Nicknames: baby girl, little girl.

OBSESSIVE

You are the reason why Park Jimin is alive. You are his muse and he is the artist who would paint you until he lost his fingers. He lives for you, breathes for you, and would die for you.

"Jagiya, p-please don't go out with your family today! Let's cuddle up and watch dramas. I want to hold you until you stop breathing."

Park Jimin. Everyone knows him as the shy and adorable singer, everyone loves him. Except you. Y/N L/N, the young journalist who was nominated to interview him. You didn't want to do that, you weren't even his fan to begin with. But you had no choice, you had to do this to still be employed and it was your biggest mistake.

Jimin is a hopeless romantic, he fell in love with you at first sight! When he saw you dressed in a simple and elegant white dress he melted, you were just perfect! He had never felt this way about anyone before and he want more, wanted to keep feeling the butterflies in his stomach that he felt just of thinking about you.

Jimin would write all kinds of songs about you, you had become his muse and he would dedicate your voice just for you.

When Jimin found out that you didn't love him like he loved you, he was devastated. How could you not love him? He was handsome, rich, kind and romantic! So why didn't you love him? Jimin didn't accept that, so he kidnapped you. If you couldn't love him willingly then it would be by force.

He is absolutely clingy, rarely leaving your side. Jimin just wants to make you love him and the best way is to stay by your side. He doesn't care about anything else but you. Eventually everything will be neglected, his career, friends, family, fans. He wants to show you that he's willing to give up everything to have your love.

Jimin is very jealous. Your attention should only be on him and if it isn't, get ready for a tantrum. He's submissive and a masochist, he wants you to hit you. He wants to be punished and hurt because he believes pain is one of his ways to prove his love.

Park Jimin is not a dangerous yandere for you, but for himself. He'd kill himself for you if that's what you wanted, but not before he's murder all your friends and family.

"Y/N-sshi, why don't you love me? I-I'll do anything! Just say it and I'll do it, because I love you more than anything and I'm willing to do absolutely anything for you."

Kinks: masochism.

Nicknames: jagiya, Y/N-sshi.

DEVOTEE

Taehyung is completely devoted and loyal to you. You are his Goddess/God and he is your most faithful follower. No one can compete with this man's devotion to you and it's not like he's going to let someone steal his place.

"My Goddess/God, are you looking for your ring? Oh, it was so beautiful! I'm sorry you missed it..."

Kim Taehyung was the quiet and shy student in your classroom, you never spoke to him until the biology teacher put you together on a job. And that job changed Kim's whole life.

He hadn't noticed you either, he was the nerd everyone ignored. Doesn't matter how handsome he is, no one ever paid any attention to him, until Y/N L/N was put to work with him.

You were so kind and smart! Taehyung was stunned to meet you, you looked like a goddess/god while explaining about cells. Until Taehyung's mom came in and asked if you guys wanted a drink, the light from the window brightening your beautiful face giving you an angelic look, from Kim's perspective, that's when he realized you were a Goddess/God.

He is very delusional too, he believes that you are a superior being and that you should be adored and protected and he, your faithful follower, will never let you down.

Taehyung is a very dangerous yandere. His devotion mixed with his possessiveness represents a great danger to the people around him. But not to you, never to you. How could he hurt a deity?

He fears to contaminate you, you are such a pure and innocent being, how could he tarnish your honor? Hardly Taehyung would touch you impurely, even if you were married.

Taehyung just wants to serve you and adore you. As long as you allow him to, he will be your best friend, servant and, if you can convince him to touch you, lover.

"How dare this scum disrespect my Goddess/God? For my Savior's sake, I must rid the world of this plague so that Y/N-ss will bring salvation to the world. My Goddess/God will be grateful."

Kinks: adoration, breeding kink.

Nicknames: Goddess/God, Y/N-ss.

POSSESSIVE

Jungkook is a jealous and possessive madman. He is jealous of anyone, anything, whether alive or not, that touches or has your attention.

"I swear I'm going to kill that bastard! How dare he look at you?! Fuck, I'm going to rip his eyes out!"

Honestly, Jeon Jungkook is a possessive yandere with anger issues. He is willing to beat and kill anyone who breathes in your way. It won't be hard for him to get away with all his crimes, he's the son of the mob boss. So believe me, he won't get caught anytime soon, if he ever gets caught.

You two met through mutual friends. Yugyeom is your best friend and one of Jeon's closest friends. After you left to go to a party, Yugyeom introduced you to Jungkook and he was completely stunned by you. He didn't know why you made him feel so... in love, but he had fixed his wandering eyes on you and Jungkook wasn't let you go anywhere.

Jungkook would have you anyway, no matter who he had to get rid of in order to be with you. Hell, he'd kill even his own father if he got in your way. If he has to kidnap you, then so be it, but he would rather you love him willingly, but that doesn't mean that if he has to force you he won't do. Jeon is a very intense yandere, his emotions are much stronger, which makes him the most dangerous of them all. If he is angry, you will be his way of venting it. A jealous Jungkook is worse than an angry one. He becomes enraged, mad and will kill anyone who stands in front of him, beside from the person who made him jealous. It doesn't matter if he was jealous of your father, for example, he will kill him. You can be sure of that. Jungkook is so possessive that he feels jealous if you are alone in a room.

Getting stuck with a Jungkook would be the worst thing that could happen to you. Once he has laid eyes on you, there is no going back. He will isolate you from everyone so that he will be the only one to love you. Because of your mafia connections, you will never be able to escape him. You belonged to Jeon Jungkook and would remain so even after death.

''I've warned you countless times what would happen if you got back in touch with your family and yet you ignored all my warnings, noona/hyung. Well, now you're going to see what happens when you don't listen to me. Don't start crying, because if you cry, their death will be more painful.''

Kinks: sadomasochism.

Nicknames: noona/hyung, bunny.

[dollsuguru]

Top 5 of your favorite jjk characters!!!

AHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOOOOOOOOOVE THIS QUESTION HEHE :3

1) toji: my FAVORITE character of ALL TIME and yes i do mean ALL TIME from ANY series… and i’ll tell you why… i have been BEGGING on my hands and knees for a MEAN HOT DILF ASSASSIN IN MEDIA FOR SO FUCKING LONG… and there like a beacon of light in the shadows was toji fushiguro… mean. hot. sexy. looks like he could and would step on me and kick my ass. also very sexy. just everything i wanted all rolled into one <3 and i also legitimately love love LOVE his character arc & backstory so much! heavenly restriction was PERFECT for him and i love that he genuinely fucked shit up + distorted fate… he came out the gate SWINGING!!!!!! also just the fact that he also Genuinely loved his wife and was truly a better man for her & himself and then she died… oh that’s just heartbreaking. him naming megumi “blessings” because names have meaning and megumi was truly his blessing… man i love toji so much. so so SO much. he’s sooooo multi-faceted and i love that no matter what at the end of the day, BOTH TIMES, his last memories were of his son and wanting to protect him. god i love toji <3 also elite character design i Love his scar & his massive tits and also. his spiky hair. Delicious

2) satoru: another elite character and design listen i looooove white-haired characters so much! they’re only second to black-haired characters <3 i also. genuinely. just love how much he loves his kids…….. him doing everything to protect the youth & always wanting them to nurture themselves/their friendships is so fucking sweet??? also i feel like some people just don’t understand that satoru is ACTUALLY, in my opinion, quite emotionally mature & also VERY responsible! he has so much on his plate/the world is on his shoulders and he carries that weight alone & willingly… i think it’s also another reason of why he wants his kids to get stronger… he knows curses won’t ever leave the world and he KNOWS he’s not infallible no matter how much he says he’s the strongest… i just think he wants the new generation to be better than him in every which way! also satoru had to do the work of essentially 3/4 special grades all by himself… yuki left, suguru went awol, yuuta only became an official sg in when he came to school and then he left during his 2nd yr… like i really genuinely truly honestly admire satoru SO much it makes me so upset when people don’t recognize that maturity and silliness can coexist! also him putting up infinity so no one can ever physically hurt him again… like i think people also forget that satoru… DIED. he DIED. when he was 16… and then he came back to life… like he’s such a traumatized character ALSO it’s another pet peeve of mine when people always attribute all of satoru’s best qualities to suguru like… i think people forget that satoru is also SUCH a good person in that he always calmed down suguru’s overthinking mind/would take the blame upon his OWN self… he’s self-sacrificial when necessary while also simultaneously easing the worries of his younger students… he’s my beloved. he’s in my lap as we speak i’m feeding him chocolate covered strawberries bc he deserves it. my baby boy my big baby

3) sukuna: BAD BITCH! I LOVE MEAN BAD BITCHES! I LOVE VILLAINS SOOOOOO MUCH I LOVE THOSE WHO ARE UNFORGIVING! WHO ARE EVIL JUST TO BE EVIL! NO RHYME OR REASON! also. listen. i fucking loooooooooove the idea of him doing this based on his whim… i just adore that when characters do it! if he’s hungry he eats, if he’s feeling murderous he kills, if he’s curious he keeps the person alive for the time being… he’s just so fascinating to me! i also just completely took sukuna and make him into bestie!sukie so i think i love him even more bc of that 😭 he’s just so fun and cool and fucked up to me! he’s everything <333

4) yuji/maki/yuuta: MY BABIES!!!!! MY BESTIES!!!!! MY REASONS TO BE 🥹🥹🥹 yuji is my son my baby child my sunshine boy and also. my badass kid <3 he’s so fucking cool i love him as a mc so much! so much abt him we don’t know esp when it comes to his backstory but you just can’t help but root for him! he’s such a genuinely good kid you always wanna see him win — and seeing him angry? pissed off? another fav of mine <3 the mahito vs yuji fight when yuji tells mahito he’ll kill him no matter the form? poetic cinema. also don’t get me started on geto & toji meeting yuji it’s in my brain all the time 😭 and MAKI IS MY DAUGHTER!!!!! literally like my fav female character of all time she’s so cool and badass and is so powerful! her reaching demon toji level and surpassing him??? DELICIOUS. also scarred maki is my fav character design ok the short hair + scars + yuki fit??? iconic. AND YUUTA <333 my bestie <333 he’s so fun to me i love that he’s babie but also an unforgiving badass! the dichotomy is everything to me! him having a creepier aura than satoru but just as strong… one of my fav panels of all time and i’m so serious. just unmatched

5) suguru: hate this bitch in canon but love this bitch in kanon (kairo canon) <333 he’s a very. interesting character. i disagree w his entire logic and i personally find it foolish (maybe bc i’m a toji & maki truther and love heavenly restriction above all else) but suguru truly is soooo fascinating. even as a high schooler pre-defection he considered non-sorcerers weak and something that sorcerers had to “protect” i think that suguru is very very VERY paternal and i think that influences a lot of his decisions… he’s a literal PATRIARCH in his cult family + he’s technically nanamimi’s dad + he wants to usher in a new age simply to protect those he loves but what he fails to realize is that… he just creates more chaos! he was his own downfall at the end of the day and i do think that no matter if satoru/shoko intervened that he still would have defected i just think he was doomed from the start… you don’t just ingest curses and then not be affected by it y’know? i think eventually he also would have been consumed by negativity the same way he consumes negativity (curses) and ultimately? he was. he’s a wonderful character to me in that he makes me feel genuine anger at certain times and at other times i just feel pity! i love him. he makes me think & feel a lot of things which is why i Write for him 😭 you’re probably wondering well why is he 5th/8th if you write for him the most??? idk maybe he should be theoretically first but i just. like him in my brain more than i do in canon i think he’s unlikable in canon to me but he’s also my skrunkly… i have duality ok i love him i dislike him i want him carnally

[rocinawanda]

So I just started watching The Legend of Vox Machina and finished season 1 in 3 days and my current thoughts.

Keyleth is my baby, I want only good things to happen to her she is the nature-loving, anxiety ridden, full of endless potential and only needing to believe in herself personification of me that I didn’t know I needed. Also she has the exact same colour scheme (Red hair and green clothing) as Sam from Totally Spies so my childhood crush is awakening and I see Sam in her too often.

Her and Vax are also cute with their will they, won’t they. Moving to Vax he is a charismatic and sneaky half elf who I also love (was not expecting him to drop the in love line so soon but OKAY here for it). Adore his dynamic with Vex and the obvious we could always leave this team but nooo they are family too.

Speaking of Mommy- I mean Wife- I mean Vex. Nothing better than a gorgeous half elf archer who takes care of everyone and toes that hilarious line of I hate you all AND I love you all.

The other side of the parental dynamic is Percy who having a demon attached was very cool and evil and of course ‘murder of all family’ closure is important so glad he got that and hey now that the gun is gone I guess every team does need the guy who just shoots and leads and its him.

Onto the gnomes we have Pike who is awesome a literal ray of burping sunshine who I would ask to bless me if she was real.

Also Scanlan who is hilarious, needs to use his power more and is about 10% of the way on his mission to fuck every being in the realm.

Plus we have Grog and who doesn’t adore a lovable oaf whose only goal in life is to murder everything.

lastly but not least is the bear Trinket who clearly we do not get enough of.

good luck fighting dragons murder crew

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

hi, how are you?

could you write some headcanons about jesse cromeans (and any other character you want) with a s/o who has the biggest golden retriever / ray of sunshine energy? (always positive, very playful and energetic, very friendly and kind with other people, etc)

thank you so much, have a nice day 💕

Slashers with a Positive/ ray of sunshine s/o:

I'm doing great, dear anon. Been working alot. A 7 day stretch and currently in the tail end of a 5 day stretch. Thank you for asking. I hope you enjoy dear!

Warnings: violence (not towards s/o), fluff

Gender neutral reader

Jesse Cromeans/ Chromeskull

Similiar to Asa, Jesse loves the idea of having a significant other because of the front during his day job. It fits the persona Jesse wants: rich successful man who has everything that you'd want, power, money, an significant other who's by your side.

He doesn't like the idea of you being too involved with his chromeskull activities because of your personal safety (he's already lost an wife, he doesn't want to lose his second chance of love) and the fact that he doesn't want you to lose your bright and bubbly personality by seeing something traumatizing.

While he's on "trips" Jesse always has Span to keep a close eye on you because he knows that he could trust her with keeping you safe.

Jesse doesn't like having Preston around you because of the fact that Jesse can see the way Preston looks at you and how uncomfortable it makes you feel when he questions your relationship with Jesse. (Preston attempting to expose Jesse's chromeskull side to you but not realizing that you already know.)

The way you treat him with love and kindness even though he knows he's a monster makes his heart melt. Especially the way you act when you see him walk through the doors of your shares house after his trips.

Asa Emory

Asa is a rather peculiar man to say the least. When you have such a hobby as Asa does, it does tend to be rather hard to balance his work and personal lives together. This is where you come in.

You're the role of Asa's doting partner during his professional life. Bringing him lunch, attending his work events together, being a part of Asa's "I'm totally normal and I don't kill people and have a collection of them." Ruse.

With your bubbly and bright personality, you have a charm about you that makes his colleagues enjoy your presence. It does surprise them that someone like you is in a relationship with a quiet man like Asa.

For the longest time Asa keeps his collector side away from you because he didn't know how you would respond to being in a relationship with someone as sadistic as him.

Once you do find out, Asa would still keep you away from his "hobby" just in case a potential part of his collection tries to cause you harm. But he would involve you as little or as much as you want to know.

Otis Driftwood

The world's greatest mystery: how does a man like Otis end up in a relationship with someone as bright and loving as you. Hell, even Otis asks himself that question every day.

Otis tends to have a hard time with conveying his emotions and talking about how he feels because he's not used to being in a committed relationship.

For the longest time, Otis got annoyed with how bright and bubbly you were. It's common to hear him say "you're just like baby. A bubbly pain in my ass." He says it affectionately in how own twisted way.

Otis is that meme where the lady says with the cat "I only known them for five minutes and I'd kill anyone in this room for them."

Otis wouldn't want you luring victims to the house because of his jealousy. No body dares to look at or even be around his significant other if he's around. You're his significant other.

Baby Firefly

Similar to Tiffany, Baby is on the positive side- even though she's more of a murderous kind of happy. Baby loves your energy.

You don't sexualize her compared to other people she's encountered. You actually are nice to her and respect her instead of lusting after her because of her beauty.

When the two of you are together around Otis, you both collectively achieve in pissing him off with how happy and loving you are to each other. Mama thinks it's completely adorable that Baby has someone who makes her happy.

You can bet that Baby will teach you how to defend yourself if you haven't already learned how to. Just in case a victim tries to attack you at the house.

Although Baby uses her sexuality and body to lure in potential kills, she would be jealous as fuck if someone gets too touchy Feely with you because you're Baby's to touch on and be flirty with.

Tiffany Valentine

Tiffany finds you purely adorable. With your sunny and bright personality and your playful tendencies, Tiffany couldn't help but to enjoy your energy.

Compared to prior relationships she's had *coughCharlescough*, being with you is refreshing to Tiffany because she doesn't feel like she's always the doting, loving partner. She gets to be on the recieving end of your kind loving gestures.

If anyone tries to hurt you, Tiffany will be pissed. If they hurt you, she will most definitely kill them.

Tiffany wouldn't feel comfortable with having you around Charles because of how his personality is an asshole and will try to make you upset because you're so bright and happy.

Glenn and Glenda both adore you because of how warm and welcoming you are towards them and how much you make their mother happy.

Introducing: Albert Wesker

It's a mystery to a lot of his closest colleagues as to how someone as bright and bubbly as yourself ended up with a man like Wesker.

There's been many rumors about how the both of you ended up in a relationship together. Some people say that you were manipulated into being with Wesker while others thought that you were only with him because of his power. They never said it around him though.

Yall radiate the trope where the one person is this scary, will kill anyone who even looks at their ray of sunshine partner.

Wesker is highly protective over you (even though he doesn't really show it around you. But his colleagues can see it.) because of how innocent and bubbly you are and the fact that you're in a relationship with him doesn't help your list of potential threats.

Although Wesker isn't the easiest person to live and be in a relationship with, (especially while dating someone as happy and playful as you) he tries to keep you grounded while you tend to break him out of the "stern, cold personality" and occasionally make him smile/ chuckle with your antics.

[soxcietyy]

Dollhouse

In a world where females are not commonly born you are kidnapped and taken to the kingdom of Valgore to be sold off to whoever can afford you. The General of the knights Yuta Okkotsu who isn’t sure if he wants a wife, takes you in but you arnt going to make his life easy by submitting yourself to him.

Tw: bad language, violence, drinking, beating, woman being mistreated, abuse, murder, rape, things that may trigger people.

Chapter 17

Two weeks have passed since then and Yuta had four to five butlers at his house. Not only was Itadoris wife pregnant but so was his. He knew he couldn't be there all the time due to everyone being alarmed from the current situation of the kingdom. Many people stayed huddled up in their homes not daring to go outside unless necessary. Nobody wanted to experience what happened years ago. He guessed he wasn't the only one who was stuck with that thought in the back of his head. The first time was bad what would they do now? Would they slaughter the whole kingdom? Kill the king and queen? Or even worst everyone?

"Yuta," he hears a soft voice call him.

Turing around he sees it's you looking at him from the bed worryingly. "Oh sorry did I wake you up?" He asks as he walked to your side. He hated making you worry especially during times like these. Cupping your cheek he placed a small kiss on your forehead.

"Oh no I just saw you standing up for a while, didn't know if something was wrong." You say holding his hand. He saw as you also held your stomach lovingly. Your stomach was now growing with a baby inside of it. It made Yutas heart flutter every time he thought about it. Could it be a boy that he could spar with in the future? Or maybe a girl he would spoil like crazy? It didn't matter as long as it was a healthy baby.

"I'm fine I was just thinking about today's schedule. It's pretty full due to the festival we'll be having soon." He says sitting down to talk to you. It was currently five in the morning but he had time to kill. Especially with these sleepless nights from overthinking.

"Ah yes the festival, isn't it such a bizarre time no?" You tilt your head.

"Yes it is but the king says it to lift up the peoples spirits. We can't just be living in fear everyday. Apparently everything is under his control and there's nothing to worry about."

"I guess he's right but what if something bad does happen? What then?" You hold his hand tighter afraid for yours and the baby's safety.

"That's something you'll never have to worry about. As long as I'm here you'll be safe. You and everyone else I love. Get some rest sunshine I'll be on my way." Yuta placed another kiss on you this time on your lips. Then he was on his way to work. The streets seemed quite as usual. The only thing he saw outside where boxes full of decorations for the festival which should of been hung yesterday. Maybe people were still afraid to go out. This was probably going to add more work on top of his day.

As he made his way to the castle he found himself spacing out once again. Thinking about what was to come in the future. That being positive or negative. He's actually never spaced out this bad until now. He could of sworn he was still walking to the castle but found himself Infront of the kings doors. Quickly he took a look in the mirror making sure he seemed perfect. After fixing a few flyaways he walked in. Pushing the heavy doors open.

"Yuta!" The king greets him.

"King Orimoto, I have come to speak to you about the recent events." Yuta says as he kneels down.

"Ah yes...Can you let us speak privately." The king tells his guards and servers. With a quick nod they take their leave. Yuta approached his majesty and stood next to him so they could make sure nobody was listening in.

"About the festival nobody is decorating or going outside. Also the farmers said that they will not be able to provide enough food for trade. To be fair our land isn't made for farming due to the cold weather." Yuta says.

"Have a group of men help and decorate. About the training I'll have to send another letter to our friendly neighbors." He sighs heavily.

From Yutas knowledge it wasn't easy trying to calm down their neighbors. They were ready to go to war but the king managed to settle it. From the rumors going around it had to deal with marriage... "My king I’ll also send people to help the farmers with their work. I’ll post my guards up in the entrances and I was wondering if I could get a marriage certification…" Yuta adds.

"Do I even want to know the situation about the last one?" He asked stressed out.

"No… but to brighten up the mood I would also like to let you know that my wife is soon to bear a child."

"A child? You managed to convince a child? Oh my boy Yuta I'm so proud of you. May your wife and child be healthy! You already know how hard it is for the woman born here to convive. It’s almost as it was a curse. I’ll send a marriage certificate to your house." The king says happily.

"Thank you! Also I would like to discuss one more thing with you. Something I believe we have to talk about." Yuta looks at him. The king leans in listening well.

"We both can’t deny it anymore, theirs going to be a war between the countries. Excuse my rudeness but I know about the marriage with Rika and I know she will not stand by it. She’s going to throw a big tantrum and it’s not going to be a nice one. You’ve seen how she acts. As much as I love her she’s going to make everything into a shit show." Yuta says.

"Yes you are right."

After what seemed like a hours of talking Yuta left. Striding past his men into the trading ground. It was a small arena with swords and armor. They trained here four times a week depending on their schedules. A a loud whistle was heard making everyone turned to look at him. "Alright guys I want a group of twenty to go to the plaza and decorate. I also need a few of you to go around asking if anyone needs help. Some in the farmers areas and others in the kingdoms entrances. This is a festival to bring people at ease. So I would appreciate if you guys would go and guard the festival. I think that will make people feel more secure." Yuta says point out random men to go help out.

"I'll be with the group of men so let's head out." He ordered as he walked out taking the lead. Hopefully tomorrow the festival was going to go as planned. No interruption or inconveniences, at least he hoped. When they made it to the plaza they got to work. They opened creates that contained balloons, streamers, confetti and other small things. The plaza was a very wide place so they could decorate. Sadly he couldn't bring you to help due to your safety. Last thing he wanted was someone to hold your for ransom. Hanging up banners and decorations hoping it would convive other people to help. At first nobody came out. You would see people peaking out the window here and there. Some actually sat outside to watch but those consisted of the older folks who wouldn't be much help but they were nice to talk too. One old lady came out and pulled a chair out next to Yuta. She wore a yellow flowery dress and some slippers.

"General what a find man you turned into. I remember when you where just a kid following Gojo around." She said.

"Ah yes I remember those days. I followed him so he could train me. He was my teacher after all, he has taught me well." Yuta smiles at her as he lifted a box up.

"Yuta my dear I wanted to ask you a question about the situation." She said reaching out to his with a shaky hand. She rested it on his arm waiting for his to approve.

"We'll I can't really say much regarding the situation but I'll see what can answer." Yuta put the box down on the floor. Sitting on the crate to listen to her questions. From the looks of how everything was going he had time to kill. His men where half way done with decorating. It wouldn't hurt to take a small break.

"I know you'll  do anything the protect the royal family but what about us commoners." She said worried.

Yuta looked at her surprised, this was something he didn't think about. Him being the General his main focus is the royal family. Then everyone else would have to be tended to last. That including his wife to.

"I asure you that you will be protected by my fellow men. They will make sure to do anything in their power to save the community. A lady like you shouldn't be worried about things like that. Trust me when you save the kingdom is safe. Spend time with your family now." Yuta said standing up. He grabbed the crate he was sitting on and lifted it up.

"I'll be going now I can't be slacking!" Yuta said as he walked off. Just a few more things and everything will be set. Hopefully...

walking past the fountain he could hear how the water poured down. It was relaxing yet soothing.

"No! No! No!" A high pitch voice rang though the village. Ruining the small moment of peace. They sounded upset and frustrated. "I can't believe he would do this to me! " she yelled.

Turning his attention to the sudden commotion he realizes it's the youngest princess. She was being followed by two guards and three maids. Throwing her hands around and yelling. "Princess please! You can't just run away it's your duty to do this for the country!" A maid behind here said.

"Do you think I care? I don't want to get married to the son of that monster! I want to marry who I want! I want to marry..." she turned her gaze to see Yuta looking back at her. "You" she mumbled.

"Excuse me?" Yuta questions not hearing the last part well. Her eyes looked full of sorrow and her lips pouted. "Yuta," she said approaching the general. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be training the soldiers?" She asks looking embarrassed.

Back then she would not care who saw her throw her tantrums. She would kick, spit, use vile language any where. Now that she was 15 it was different. She would still throw them just not around specific people. "Yuta Iv been hearing these ridiculous rumors that your going to be a dad, is it true?" She said looking at him sad almost as she was wishing it wasnt true.

"Yea I am," Yuta replied putting his hand over her head. "Get back to the castle you know you can't be out here." He gave her a small smile. Yet she didn't move nor look at him. Royalty were not to

Be out without a proper escort. It would deemed dangerous and scandalous. Due to the fact that if they were seen alone it meant they were doing something bad.

Bending his legs to be at eye level with her he could see her face. The look on her face changed. She looked distraught from hearing that answer.

"Are you okay Rika?" He asked confused. Still she didn't make a sound.

"We need to take her back now. It seems the princess isn't feeling well. Have her go get checked by the doctor and keep a close eye on her." Yuta commanded to the guards that stood behind her.

Before anyone could act she wrapped her arms around Yuta embarrassing him. "You don't want a baby, you never wanted a wife! Are you forcing herself to do this because of her?" She yelled. "Tell me you don't want the baby Yu! I'll assign a appointment for an abortion. I'll buy mugwort tea if you want! " she gripped his arms tightly.

Yuta looked her stunned. Why was she saying such things like this? Was she trying to embarrass him or creat lies? Grabbing her hands he pulled her of of him and began pulling her. He couldn't lie he felt so angered by this. What type of nonsense was she spewing? If this was any normal person he would of cut their fingers off. Maybe beat them till they couldn't walk. Send them to prison for life. But this was the princess, nothing could be done to her.

"Take get back to her room. I dont want to see her today nor do I want her near my house." Yuta whispers into a guards ear as Rika resisted. Letting go of her she fell to the ground.

"Please refrain from saying such this princess because it's not true. I love my wife and I am happy to soon be a father. Have a good day." He said before walking off. Hearing her yell as she was being escorted didnt bother him. What did though was the fact that he found himself gripping the hilt of his sword.

Next day

Waking up felt like the hardest part of today. Yesterday he worked so hard decorating and tending to peoples issues. At some point he was chasing rabbits around because they escaped from there pen. Luckily today was his day off. Well technically he was to be on duty secretly due to it being the festival today. Forcing his eyes open he sees your still sound asleep. He has to be at the festival as soon as it opens. He would of quickly gotten up if it wasn't for the fact that he promised you to take you out. Giving you small soft pokes he looks at you stir. Your eyebrows knitting together in annoyance.

Slowly opening your eyes you give him a glare. Sleeping was something you loved doing and because quite bothered if someone awaken you.

"Morning love let's get ready for today." He says giving you a kiss on your forehead.

"Oh yea we are going to go out today." You say remembering his promise.

"Yes now go get ready" he says as he watched you get up to go to the restroom.

It didn't take long for both of you to be at the door ready for the day. He found it adorable how you quickly ate up your breakfast to get going but had to wait for him to finish. "Yuta let's go now please!"

You grab onto his arm trying to sway him.

"Arnt you too excited? You know it's just going to be us in the beginning." Yuta says wrapping his arm around your shoulder. It was true the beginning of this festival was going to be empty. People are going to be too scared to come out but hopefully them seeing people out will encourage them. Yuta had a great reputation with the community. People loved him and seeing his wife was pregnant may make them come out to ask questions. He had the opportunity to show off his wife and the fact that he was going to be a dad. As much as he pretended like it was nothing he was secretly excited.

An: yea I finished this 8 days ago 🧍‍♀️

[ofsiincorazon]

                      hello fellow mun's , my name is tatia and here i bring my sad boy rafael , who is just seriously a whole ass mess and the underboss for the cortazar cartel . below is his back story , if you have any questions or any wc , just let me know but that is all and let's start plotting !

tw : death, violence , assassination , heart defect  , murder .

rafael mariano santamaria   was born on a cold Friday morning in Medellin , Colombia at two am , the second oldest out of the santamaria  siblings. his journey into this world wasn’t the easiest , a premie baby with a heart defect. something that he had got from his father and his amazing gene pool . three months in the NICU and various surgeries but he was in the clear and it wasn’t long until he was brought home.

his father dotted on him and his father taught him how to play soccer, his mother watched him like a hawk . scared that he wouldn’t exceed himself too much but if anything , it was quite the opposite . he worked twice as hard as anyone did and when the time came to follow through with his fathers business , he didn’t hesitate . his father wanted a better life for his son , than a criminal  . now his mother was a different story , she wanted him to be the best at whatever he wanted and if that was the life of crime , then so be it.

as he slipped into his late twenties , they moved to the sunshine state that is, miami florida. things turned rather dark ,  his father had sent him and his eldest sibling to venezuela  to do some business with the guerra family , thinking that they would be welcomed with open arms . that wasn’t the case , he got out with only a few wounds but guillermo ( his oldest brother ) died on the way home to miami.  all the power and all the money in the world , couldn’t save his life. something changed in him that day , something dark and twisted . his trust for people became non - existent and the only two people who saw a shred of the man that he used to be , were his mother and his baby sister.  

nothing else mattered , not even when his father decided that his life had to be spent with a women he didn’t even know , a women that he didn’t even love but he didn’t have a choice , people like them weren’t privileged enough , to have a home and a family to raise but bloodshed and loss . Right before joining the Cortazar cartel ,  the more that the years passed , the more he realized that his wife was becoming a problem and what better way to get rid of a problem ? a tragic , tragic death at the hands of. Car bomb that was supposed to be for him . he played the grieving husband and she’d a few tears . it wasn’t long before he was the underboss for the Cortazar cartel .

everything seemed to be going good ,his family opened up a nice little Mexican - Colombian restaurant , somewhat portraying a wholesome family but at the end of the day , a snake can shed it’s skin but their still snakes .  The only family he ever knew was the cartel , was the business that his father tried his best to rip him apart from , that was who he was and no matter what . no one could ever change that , he was irrevocably and ultimately broken and there was no fixing him : in his mind this was who he was , he was powerful and he’d rathe have someone fear him ….. than love him.

[ofsincorazon]

hello fellow mun's , my name is tatia and here i bring my sad boy rafael , who is just seriously a whole ass mess and the underboss for the cortazar cartel . below is his back story , if you have any questions or any wc , just let me know but that is all and let's start plotting !

tw : death, violence , assassination , heart defect , murder .

rafael mariano santamaria   was born on a cold Friday morning in Medellin , Colombia at two am , the second oldest out of the santamaria  siblings. his journey into this world wasn’t the easiest , a premie baby with a heart defect. something that he had got from his father and his amazing gene pool . three months in the NICU and various surgeries but he was in the clear and it wasn’t long until he was brought home. 

his father dotted on him and his father taught him how to play soccer, his mother watched him like a hawk . scared that he wouldn’t exceed himself too much but if anything , it was quite the opposite . he worked twice as hard as anyone did and when the time came to follow through with his fathers business , he didn’t hesitate . his father wanted a better life for his son , than a criminal  . now his mother was a different story , she wanted him to be the best at whatever he wanted and if that was the life of crime , then so be it.

as he slipped into his late twenties , they moved to the sunshine state that is, miami florida. things turned rather dark ,  his father had sent him and his eldest sibling to venezuela  to do some business with the guerra family , thinking that they would be welcomed with open arms . that wasn’t the case , he got out with only a few wounds but guillermo ( his oldest brother ) died on the way home to miami.  all the power and all the money in the world , couldn’t save his life. something changed in him that day , something dark and twisted . his trust for people became non - existent and the only two people who saw a shred of the man that he used to be , were his mother and his baby sister.  

nothing else mattered , not even when his father decided that his life had to be spent with a women he didn’t even know , a women that he didn’t even love but he didn’t have a choice , people like them weren’t privileged enough , to have a home and a family to raise but bloodshed and loss . Right before joining the Cortazar cartel ,  the more that the years passed , the more he realized that his wife was becoming a problem and what better way to get rid of a problem ? a tragic , tragic death at the hands of. Car bomb that was supposed to be for him . he played the grieving husband and she’d a few tears . it wasn’t long before he was the underboss for the Cortazar cartel . 

everything seemed to be going good ,his family opened up a nice little Mexican - Colombian restaurant , somewhat portraying a wholesome family but at the end of the day , a snake can shed it’s skin but their still snakes .  The only family he ever knew was the cartel , was the business that his father tried his best to rip him apart from , that was who he was and no matter what . no one could ever change that , he was irrevocably and ultimately broken and there was no fixing him : in his mind this was who he was , he was powerful and he’d rathe have someone fear him ….. than love him. 

[letitflytoapril]

god forbid women do anything 😩

[artinandwritin]

Since I’m on a roll after redrawing my first HTTYD oc, let me just slide onto here and talk about my current HTTYD ocs as well <3

Siri Elisabeth Vínteri;

Siri!! The baby!! She is the first current oc I created, back in December of 2019 and quickly became my favorite, even tho she was made so I could have an oc to join in on the HTTYD oc fandom on Instagram with. However, after her sweet nature and lovable tendencies developed, she captured my cold heart and opened up room for a whole branch of ocs.

Despite in a branch of the rowdy Hofferson family, Siri has proven herself to be a sunshine with a heart of gold. Her first instinct is to be kind to the people she meets and her forgiveness knows no bounds, even if this makes her naïve. She is the most caring and loving character I’ve ever created, which honestly made her even more of a treasure to me. I adore her qualities and personality, as she gives off total comfort energy. I just <333. Baby.

Siri’s Dragon is a sassy diva of a Deadly Nadder named Funnet and is friends with Gustav Larson (they fall in love at the end of their teens and marry and start a family in their mid-twenties, cute babies ship) and is four years younger than Hiccup and the Gang. She’s also quite close with Astrid and ends up having a total of three kids with Gus; Niv, her son, and Sunniva and Helene, her daughters. Siri’s story is actually the prequel to Niv’s story, which is funny considering I created her long before Niv.

Niv Fanghook Larson;

The goodest of bois! Niv is one complicated cookie and I adore him. He is Siri’s son and oldest child, having been born when she was almost 23. However, he was believed to have been born sleeping and was given a traditional viking funeral, something that left his mother heartbroken for years to come.

However, Niv survived as his status was actually a medical situation as the result of an early birth, and was rescued and raised by a tribe of assassins, the Myriad Tribe. Here, he was adopted by a man named Bendik (whose brother actually has ties back to Siri, having met her in their teens) and his wife. However, Niv never stopped longing for his birth parents, as life in the Myriad Tribe was cruel and hostile, filled with murder and faceless men giving assignments. Thus, the young boy made it his life goal to one day find his mom and dad.

Niv is actually the main character between all of my HTTYD ocs! His story is the most interesting for me and I adore playing around with all the different possibilities in his plotline. His sassy attitude and edgelord tendencies crack me up as well lmao.

He’s just such a good boi and I love to talk more about him <3

Sunniva Funnet Larson;

Niv’s little sister and Siri’s first daughter! She is very analytical, quiet and turned towards herself, but passionate as can be. Being a daddy’s girl, she gets along with her dad Gustav perfectly, something Siri absolutely adores. Their little family remains the three of them for a long time and they love each other to death.

Sunni is on the autism spectrum and has a special interest in herbs and medicine, as well as all and everything Dragons, something her parents stimulate greatly and support with all their might (she mainly adores Fanghook and Toothless, thinking they’re cool). She also loves to talk to her parents’ peers, calling them her “grown up friends”, mainly adoring Snotlout. She thinks he’s cool and likes to talk to him about the olden days <3

Unfortunately, Sunni’s story is still a bit up in the air, as she is actually one of my newest ocs! However, I am stoked to craft her story and plotline as I do adore her character and little quips. She is just such a little bean and I’d love to explore more about her.

Obviously I have a lot more ocs, but these are just my main ones! I love them to bits and I would love to talk about them more haha. Soooo, if you have any questions or would simply love to hear more, yeet a question at me! I’d love to answer <3

[sukirichi]

scarlet

“How long has it been? Five hundred years – a thousand?”

“Forever. It’s been forever.”

CONTENT/WARNINGS. vampire! megumi, reincarnation au, somnophilia, blood drinking, smut, murder, suicidal thoughts, angst, war, violence, all the dark themes you can expect from vampire!au such as biting, scratching, slight blood play, character death + UNEDITED. I’ll edit this tomorrow because I really want this to be of good quality but for now yeah, sorry for typos and awkward grammar 

NOTE. thank you so much to vampire nonnie for requesting this, I absolutely LOVED writing this, I think this is my favorite ever work. It’s totally different and a lot more serious than what I usually write too, so thank you!

WC. 13k+

PLAYLIST: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (Zayn, Taylor Swift) ; Fire on Fire (Sam Smith) ; Dusk Til Dawn (Zayn, Sia) ; My Nocturnal Serenade (Yohio)

“How long has it been? Five hundred years – a thousand?”

“Forever. It’s been forever.”

“Was it worth it? Was I worth the wait?”

“Of course you are. You always will be.”

BLUSH [001.]

The morning market bustled with people, the villagers bumping your shoulders left and right. You tried your best to squeeze through the crowd as you followed your mother. You’d recently come of age, and now you had to come with your mother to retrieve food and supplies while your father hunted and chopped wood for the upcoming winter. 

Your mother pinched the apples of your cheeks whilst she smiled, reminding you that you could meet a nice young man at any moment and you had to look as presentable as ever.

The idea of living out the same fairytale your parents happily created for themselves had you gazing up at your mother in wonder. 

You came from a happy family, with a doting mother and a supportive father who never stopped smiling through the hardships. While your mother was the fire that warmed the hearth of your humble home, your father was the sturdy wood that kept each and everyone steady and strong, and you? You were the light of their lives.

To be able to find a soulmate like that and have a family of your own, you wanted nothing more.

But your mind easily changed when people pushed past you, sending you scowls and profanities when you bunched your skirt up, your tattered boots hitting against the wet mud of the market. Your humble village wasn’t blessed with the warmest weather, but it was fine, since your family brought enough sunshine to your life that you never minded. Until now, that was. 

Your boots were soiled and you were panting as you ran after your mother, her eyes crinkled as she chit-chatted with the vendors. Inside her basket were two fishes, five apples, and a few pinches of herbs that wouldn’t have really satisfied any of you.

In this side of the town, your village received the poorer suffrage of lack of food. Nevertheless, your mother’s smile and glee upon having her basket half-full reminded you that there would be better times. Not wanting to lose her again, you clutched your arm around her bicep, panting for air while she gazed back up at you worriedly.

“Child,” she cooed, cupping your face. “What ever is the matter? What could’ve had you gasping for air this way? Is there something you are running away from?”

“Mother, you are the one I am running after,” you informed her with a laugh, and your mother gasped in surprise.

“My, I am so sorry! I completely forgot that you were still new here! Oh, and your boots—”

“It is fine, mother,” you reassured, your hands coming up besides her cheek this time around to stop her from fretting over your shoes. It was beyond worn out, tattered and mouth almost opening. They had promised to get you a new one for your birthday, but a single pair cost more than a week’s worth of food that you didn’t have the heart to let them do that.

Both your parents were disheartened; they wanted to give you the best, of course, but it didn’t matter to you. 

You understood the notion of wanting to look your absolute best in hopes of catching the eye of a future lover, but the idea didn’t sit entirely well with you if they had to base their attraction on mere physical appearance. Besides, it was called soulmate, was it not? There had to be a connection – a pull, of sorts – between two souls, and not from the perspective of the naked eye.

If you really were to meet your soulmate, they would see right through your skin and deeper than the depth into of your bones, their eyes looking directly onto where everything mattered most – the heart, the soul, the core. 

Your mother’s gaze softened at the sight of you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear as she cooed at how beautiful you were. 

Endlessly, she reminded you that you were the most precious blessing of her life in par with your father, and when your mother doted on you like that, how could you not flush with appreciation, eyes bashful and chest swelling with love?

You were a firm believer people were their most beautiful when they radiated kindness and are capable of unconditional love. After all, what could be more beautiful than a compassionate soul? Undoubtedly, you wanted to love someone like that, a person capable of kindness and strength even in the darkest situations; one who could see beyond the weary boots and dirt-stained old clothing you wore.

It seemed that someone had the same idea in mind for you felt a burning sensation at your face. Eyes flitting over your mother’s head, your breath hitched when you were met with soft, blue eyes that put your village’s stormy sky a shame.

Midnight blue swirling with warmth like hot milk on a rainy day, the feeling of having your lover’s arms wrapped around you and their gentle breaths whispering against your ear – that’s what you felt like when you saw him for the first time.

He stood outside his father’s shop frozen, eyes wide and locked with yours, the amount of scrapped metal suddenly weighing a ton despite his growing muscles.

Unsure of what to do but appreciative of the wondered boy, you shyly ducked your head down, peering up at him under your lashes with the smallest of smiles visible on your face. You raised your hand to wave at him when your mother tugged you away, chattering about getting you a cheesecake despite not having much to afford it, only because she felt something good would happen today.

And your mother was right – she rarely wasn’t, in the first place.

Nearly stumbling over your steps, you turned back to the young man, no longer hesitating before you beamed at him, fingers flickering into a small, delicate wave perfected by young women your age. 

His reaction was immediate – a mad blush to his cheeks, and his body growing rigid at being caught staring at you. 

You didn’t mind though. If anything, you felt giddy, and there was an unmistakeable bounce in your steps all the way back home.

BLUSH [002.]

His name was Fushiguro Megumi. He was the son of your village’s infamous blacksmith, who everyone dubbed as ‘Scarface Toji.’

All kinds of rumours about his father spread around the village, ranging from how he used to be a bloody merchant who worked for the King and lived a life without regards for others. As long as he was given enough coins, Scarface Toji would do anything.

Your parents had pinched your waist the moment you mentioned it to them. Your father shook his head disapprovingly over a cup of fresh milk, reminding you again and again that you shouldn’t believe rumors. Apparently, Scarface Toji was just a widowed man left with a baby son before he could even say goodbye to his wife, and he migrated from another town to here in order to start all over again in hopes of giving a better life for his son than the one he previously lived.

It was hard to believe it at first. Toji was a huge man who always carried multiple weapons, but after learning that he just made them and never wielded them, you eventually believed that the man was harmless. 

Your respect for him only increased when his son came mere days later, his hands trembling in his chest as he requested to have a presence with you, flowers clutched in his chest.

You were at your room that one dewy morning, fluffing and fixing your bed when your mother squealed from the doorway, followed by your father’s light hearted voice telling her to calm down. Not moments later, your mother had clipped ribbons in your hair and flattened down your housedress, the grin on her face unexplainable and slightly terrifying.

The burning question at the back of your head was soon answered when you were met by the same young man you’d smiled at the other day. Fushiguro Megumi, he introduced, and until now, you could still remember the way your heart skipped a beat as he said, May I court you?

Only that time around, your father answered for you.

You were actually flummoxed he didn’t take out his hunting gun – like how he always did when other males requested a presence with you – and patted Megumi’s shoulder instead, asking to accompany him at the back to go chop some wood.

It was unspoken tradition that suitors had to impress the lady’s father first. You were more surprised when Megumi happily agreed, rolling his shoulders back to prepare for the task.

The smile he sent your way was boyish, shy even, but determination and anticipation shone through them, somehow leaving you wanting more than before. You and your mother, too curious as ever, wouldn’t stop giggling as you watched both men chop wood in the back, talking about the most mundane things ever like how Megumi’s father was faring, or how his studies was doing.

Megumi felt at ease enough with your father, the sleeves of his shirt pushed all the way to his elbows while he raised the axe. He was effortless in splitting the wood in two, not a break of sweat evident on his translucent skin.

“My, he’s a strong one!” your mother praised, her body practically thrown all over your body as she watched Megumi do more work while your father chatted his ear off. “Handsome too!”

“Mother!” you scolded, though the embarrassed giggles let her know you weren’t really complaining. She was right, Megumi was strong and definitely handsome; with a chiselled jaw, a pointed nose, striking eyes and arm littered with veins and cuts that he got from early ages of hard work.

Once your mother noticed that they were finishing up, she hastily yanked you back into the kitchen. She fretted more than you did about teaching you how to make the perfect meal; that the best way to reward them for their hard work was through a nice, warm meal.

You were too shy to ever vocalize that you wanted to impress Megumi with your cooking skills. Thankfully, your mother pried no further when you quietly asked her to leave the meal to yourself, already preparing out the ingredients while she picked the best flowers from the front yard to decorate the table with.

When Megumi arrived, his eyes roamed around the humble walls of your home almost as if looking for something.

You stood there at the corner, teeth sunken into your lip while your toes curled inside your slippers. Soon, his gaze landed on yours, his lips breaking out into one of the sweetest smiles – one that was far sweeter than the nectar you sipped from the flowers in your youth.

There was no proper explanation to why you stepped forward, a dip in your brow as you wiped at the beads of sweat that had now accumulated beneath his eyes.

His hair stood up in spikes pointed in different directions. You chuckled when it wouldn’t tame down at each stroke of your finger, and Megumi mimicked the melodious sound pouring from your lips. Too lost in the sensation of having his soft strands running through your hands, you forgot that Megumi was technically still a stranger, and you froze when his touch wrapped around your wrist.

You looked up at him then, an apology right there at the tip of your tongue for invading his privacy when he murmured, “Hi. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

If the sound of his laughter was harmonious before, then his voice could only be compared to honeydew and pastel splatters of the skies clashing in the horizon. Warm, gentle, soothing – you were right, he felt like the embrace of a kind soul in a stormy, cold day.

So you melted, unable to fight back your smile as you leaned closer into his touch.

“Hi.”

BLUSH [003.] 

It was one of those rare days that the sun shone down brightly onto your village. The sun had stopped hiding behind the clouds, extending its fingertips down to graze at the greenery of your home, the light filtered through the thick branches of trees that you were currently hiding at.

You had to muffle your giggle with the back of your hand, eyes darting around to inspect if Megumi was anywhere close to you.

Half a year had passed ever since he courted you, winning not only your heart, but the approval and warm welcome of your parents into your home at the same time. It made sense that he had easily placated himself beside you at all times that Megumi eventually earned a seat at your dining table. Not only was he the loving, gentle soul you had always yearned for, but Megumi understood you in more ways than one.

In fact, it almost felt like you had lived your life with a missing piece of yourself.

Now that you had found him, the both of you showed no signs of wanting to pull away. Shy hand holding had transitioned into sneaky kisses, strong arms pulling you into a corner to kiss you goodbye before he retreated back home, your mind hotwiring as you reminisced his lips over your cheeks over and over again. Funnily enough, it became harder to sleep.

Why would you want to sleep and dream when every waking moment was magical enough?

Just as you tip-toed behind another tree to hide from your lover who hadn’t stopped attacking you with tickles, you stepped on a dry leaf, the crunching sound resonating onto the wide forest.

“Blast,” you muttered to yourself, eyes closed as you awaited the impact.

Just as you’d expected, Megumi came running behind you. Graceful in his movements as ever, you both laughed as Megumi flipped you both over before you could fall, your weight falling on top of his while his back hit the flowery fields.

“Found you, lover,” he teased, his hands curious as they ran up and down your sides. “It’s going to take a lot more than that if you want to run away from me, you know. No matter where you are, no matter how long it takes, I’ll do what it takes to find you and have you in my arms all over again.”

“Silly,” you teased as you leaned close to him, rubbing your noses together that pulled out a boyish laughter from him. “I would never run nor hide from you, my love. Where you are is where I wish to be?”

“Is that so?”

“No doubt it.”

“Then,” he interlaced his fingers with yours, gaze solemn as the sun shifted. The looming trees overhead provided you both privacy and shelter, nothing but small streaks of light caressing both your skins as Megumi’s lips padded over your knuckles, thumbs grazing at your wrists. Nothing could prepare you for what was to come next. You couldn’t tell what would happen, but he’d grown serious, voice low as he announced, “Marry me. I’ll take care and love you for the rest of my life. What else do we have to wait for?”

Your heart drummed in your chest loudly that you could no longer hear his next words.

Whether he said something or not, none of it mattered. For spending those six months with him already felt like a lifetime and you were greedy – you wanted to be with him more, to hold him tighter, and kiss him a little longer. He was right – there was no need to wait.

And you certainly didn’t wait as you yanked him by the collar, your lips meeting in a heated kiss. You could feel each other smile as your arms wrapped around his neck. 

The kiss told him everything you couldn’t put into words. A hundred yes, a thousand I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and a million I love you’s. Megumi released all the love and passion he held for you when he pushed his lips against yours just as intensely, his scent blanketing over you like a veil of comfort.

There was no need to wait.

You and Megumi ran hand-in-hand all the way back to your home, the joyous laughter of the memories of youth and innocent summer romance the only music that era would ever know. Slamming the door open, both chests heaving with air and pinkies looped together, your smile fell off your face when an unfamiliar gentleman faced your way at the sudden intrusion.

He was tall, taller than Megumi and a lot broader. His long, dark hair was pulled back in a slick knot, ears pierced with black earrings that added to the darkness of his aura. His smile was nothing but eerie as his unwelcomed gaze travelled all the way down your form before his eyes darkened to the hand yours was connected with. 

Sat behind him were your parents; even with their heads turned away from you, the grim looks painting their faces was evident.

“Mother? Father?” you stepped closer to Megumi, not missing the way the gentleman’s frown deepened. “May I ask what is the meaning of this? Had I heard we’d be having a visitor, I’d have stayed to welcome him,” turning to the gentleman, your back arched into a deep bow. “Forgive me, Sir, I was direly uninformed of your presence. I do not mean any rudeness. Please forgive me.”

“She is perfect, just as I’ve heard.”

Before any of you could react, the man had stood up. If he was tall before, his stance was terrifyingly imposing now as he looked down at both of you and Megumi. Your lover stiffened beside you before his arms encircled your waist, pressing you flush against him while your palms flattened on his chest.

His accelerated heartbeat matched yours, lips turning dry at the situation.

The man scoffed for a moment upon seeing your comfort for your lover, then he smirked, head lolled to the side as he announced the words that would soon end the ruin of your life.

“Ah, yes, young love. What a magical thing to experience,” In the blink of an eye, he pushed Megumi to the side, your body crashing into this man’s broad chest while he possessively placed a palm over your head. You couldn’t move, eyes wide and mouth dry as your mother began to cry, while your father simply kept his gaze to his feet. Megumi mirrored your stance, hands clenched into fists though he too, made no move. 

There was no telling what would happen next. 

“But that is all in the past now. Fortunately for you, my dear, you’ve wonderfully fulfilled your duty as a child to be your parents’ future. Now come with me, you’ve got some dolling up to do.”

BLUSH [004.] 

They lied to you.

When your parents told you that poverty didn’t mean anything and a family was still a family no matter what happened, they didn’t mean it. It was all a lie.

Memories of being dragged outside your house and thrown into a carriage fancier and more expensive than anything your parents could ever afford even after a lifetime’s work remained burned in your head like a searing memory. You couldn’t remember how your parents reacted at your disposal; you couldn’t even look at them, the betrayal sitting hard and square right at your face.

But he remained at the back of your mind.

You had only been so young then, hopelessly in love, and you still are, you very much are. You closed your eyes as you fought back the tears that threatened to spill when you replayed the image of Megumi running after the carriage while you cried out for him, begging for him to save you. Your new husband had only snickered to himself then, well-aware your lover could never catch up.

Soon, Megumi grew tired, the dark patches of mud so familiar to you from your village transforming into wide greenery that led to bridges crossed to another town that would eventually lead you into the castle.

Suguro Geto, a man twice your age, barely had to lift a finger when he decided to buy you as his wife. 

He was a higher ranking official under the King’s command himself. Wealth, power, luxury – he had them all, and he could and did provide everything you needed with just a simple request. 

You supposed you should feel thankful. Days of sleeping with an empty stomach and a parched throat was nothing but a distant memory now, your skin soothed with only the finest silk and people bowing the moment you walked through the door. Gone was the poor girl from the countryside who wrestled with pigs once in her life when you’d accidentally dropped a slice of bread in the pig pen – only a refined, intelligent, and extremely obedient wife of Sir Geto was in place.

Or at least, that was how it was supposed to be.

Geto, despite his tyrannical personality and no hesitance when it came to abusing what he was capable of, was extremely disinterested in you. It was no secret – to both you and the servants – that he brought women around all the time. Even after years of marriage, not once had he laid a finger on you, opting to buy a bigger bed instead to keep the space between you both.

You were perfect for him; you were everything he wanted.

A woman who did everything he asked, a lady who smiled and chatted exuberantly when needed, both beauty, brain, and elegance combined into one, but most of all, you did not want him. And that was why Suguru treasured you above all, for you were the one who prevented him from being tied down to even worse women who were obsessive with him. In payment to your silence and submission, he provided you with all the comfort and luxury you could ever ask for. 

Though you never did ask for anything.

Your only wish was to return home – but you dared not utter these desires for you knew it was as far away as a distant galaxy. Nothing but emptiness and dread accompanied you with each passing day, the image of Megumi soon faltering into your memories.

You’d lost count of the times you cried yourself to sleep while Geto laid beside you, his palms pressed into his ears while your sobs coated his velvet walls until the sun rose. If it were not for the cream spread all over your skin, people could easily see that you were a restless, broken wife instead of a happy one like you pretended to be; that your soul withered with each second.

There was no more hope, no light, no love present in the large, empty hallways of your manor. 

Suguru was out for the night, probably lurking underground casinos fucking whoever whore was desperate enough to warm his cock for the night. Your servants had long retired to their quarters, and with nothing much else left to do, you left your room, the nightgown barely wrapped around your shoulders as you padded to the garden barefoot.

The grass was a lot softer here in his manor than it ever was back at home. Home – wherever that was. You couldn’t find your way back to it.

Everything here seemed tens of thousand times better than anything, and yet it felt so empty. Hollow. Dark. Meaningless. Even as you perched yourself upon the swing, feet kicking into the ground until you soared high enough that the moonlight caressed your skin, you found no beauty in everything.

Everything you once treasured faded into the night.

A rustling sound made you plant your heels flat on the ground, eyes narrowed at the source of the sound. The bushes behind you stilled, and you sat up from your seat, hands coming up to tug your gown back to your body as if it would protect you. “Who’s there?” you demanded, “You are not allowed to trespass the Geto Manor or else—”

Your words were swallowed right back when the figure appeared from behind the bushes. Even after years, you would still be able to recognize that face anywhere. The untamed hair, the flat lips, those eyes that had always reminded you of the skies you’ve grown tired staring at – your feet moved faster before your mind could comprehend it.

Megumi barely staggered as he caught you in his arms, your cries muffled by the collar of his shirt. Your heart tore into pieces and healed right back when Megumi buried his face into the crook of your neck, muttering I’m sorry over your skin over and over again.

“I’m sorry,” Megumi’s voice cracked, “I’m so sorry it took me so long to get here. I am sorry I couldn’t run after you. I am sorry I didn’t—”

You silenced him with a kiss, your hands trembling as you cupped his cheeks. Too long, it had been too long, and your hands were everywhere. On his hair, at the nape of his neck, grabbing at his shirt to pull him closer – you ravaged him with your lips and hands that a string of saliva threaded between your mouths when you gasped for air, only to kiss him harder the second time around.

Megumi’s hand came up to clutch at your bottoms, his body now firmer and bigger than the last time you remembered. He smelled like home, felt like heaven, tasted like bliss and the saltiness of your tears mixed in with his delectable self.

“I love you,” you declared, the sobs wracking through your chest before your head fell on his shoulder. Megumi doesn’t stop you when you fisted his shirt, his hands only patting your back as you hiccupped, the tears now drenching his shirt. “I love you, I love you, please, my love, run away with me, let’s live somewhere else, okay?” You cupped his cheeks, your thumbs swiping away at the tears that had also stained his pretty face.

Megumi nodded, not wasting another second when the both of you treaded through a very thin line by kissing you all over again, his lips flushed with yours.

There was no need for air. The only thing you needed at this moment was to have him beside you, and just as Megumi pulled away to tell you he’d do anything for you, blood spilled past his lips. You watched as the red liquid splattered from his lips and dripped down your chest, and that’s when you felt the piercing pain through your chest.

Megumi dropped you, your body colliding on the ground with a loud thud. Your chest bled from a shallow cut, though that was the last thing you paid attention to when Geto stood behind your lover, red eyes shining through the brilliant night and long fangs sinking down his chest.

Your screams were muffled with Geto’s palm as he showed up right in front of you in a flash, his cold touch sending shivers down your spine. 

He forced you to watch as your lover fell in front of you, a sword poking through his chest. You struggled against your husband’s hold, but he was far stronger and bigger than you that you fell limp into his chest. Geto barely blinked an eye as your nails sank down to his skin hard enough to draw blood from his pale skin.

“Watch, darling,” he purred into your ear, “You wanted to be with your lover forever, right? Then let me grant you wish – I’ll give you the forever you always wanted.”

“Why are you doing this?!” you bit back through the palm covering your mouth, vision blurred as tears coated your face. “I did everything for you! I did everything you asked me too – you didn’t have to kill him, he was the only one that mattered to me, how dare you?!”

“No reason, darling,” Geto pushed you off his lap before tugging Megumi’s shirt, revealing his lifeless and bloodied face staring right at you. “I was simply…drunk, you could say. I was not pleased to find my wife locking lips with another man.”

“I was never yours,” you spat out, hands dug deep to the earth underneath you.

“No, you’re not. Your heart was always owned by another, was it not?” Geto tipped his head as he watched Megumi’s lifeless form crumble back to life, a guttural groan echoing through his throat. Your eyes widened when his head snapped upwards, striking blood red eyes that resembled Geto’s glowing under the moonlight. You crawled backwards until your back hit the three, unable to recognize the man in front of you. Geto stands to the side, his long and sharp tongue darting out to lick at his lips. “Young ones are always the most dangerous. I cannot wait to see how this one goes.”

“Megumi!”

“Thirsty, are you not?” Geto taunted. At the sound of his voice, Megumi leapt to him with dark claws extended. A scream ripped from your lips, one that was immediately silenced when Geto effortlessly wrapped a hand around Megumi’s neck, choking him until his limbs flailed helpessly in the air.

“Ah, ah, ah, I won’t suggest drinking my blood. You would find it repulsive,” A sickening snap resonated in your ears as Geto broke Megumi’s arm to turn him your way, fangs bared and animalistic growls making your lover seem unrecognizable. You sat there, frozen and panting. Why couldn’t you move? “Your human lover is right there, though. Go on, take a look,” he whispered in the younger man’s ear, his red eyes glinting with amusement. “See her luscious skin? Hear the rapid heartbeat pulsing at the juncture of her neck, begging you to ravish her? That is what you’ve always wanted, right? To claim your woman as yours?”

Megumi’s fierce growl was enough to make you bury yourself harder in the tree trunk, the tears streaming freely down your face before Geto released his hold on him. “If it makes you feel better, I never touched her. She is all yours for the taking. Now, drink.”

At his command, something snapped in Megumi.

All hell broke loose. The last thing you saw was a beam of crimson eyes paired with a red flush to his face maniacal with thirst. His name came out in a broken cry, Megumi’s claws ripping away at your clothes until his fangs sank down into your skin.

Your legs kicked out beneath you as you gasped for air. From behind Megumi, Geto crossed his arms to himself, soon disappearing into the night.

Megumi kept gasping and growling as he drank from you harder. The grip on his hair eventually faltered until your hand fell on the ground, his eager tongue lapping at what else dripped from the holes he’d punctured at your neck. He doesn’t let up once, hands coming up to crush your windpipe until your bones cracked at one clench of his muscles, merely a reminder of what he could now be capable of.

Was this death? you wondered before black completely clouded your vision, you were not ready for it.

ROSE [005.]

Megumi hunched over his seat, his hands making quick work of jotting down tiny details of the modern life in his notebook. It had been two hundred years since he last saw you, and the world had drastically changed ever since.

It wasn’t easy getting over your death – especially not when he snapped back into consciousness, the painful reminder that you had died from his hands haunting him in his sleep.

Not that he ever had much sleep to begin with since he was always tired and restless, his skin hollow and pale, with dark circles finding home under his metallic blue eyes that had lost their previous warmth. After years of trying to learn how to control himself through isolation in the mountains, Megumi eventually wandered back down to the city, surprised that time had flew by so fast and your old village was now unrecognizable.

People wore lavish clothing and had parasols made out of lace, making his throat dry up at the thought that lace back then cost way too much than he could ever afford.

Too much had changed indeed. So much time had passed that Megumi’s previous anger and hatred to himself had now been filled with nothing but a lingering, empty feeling that gnawed at him. No matter how much he tried to blend in with society and keep his true form a secret, nothing ever really took away the fact that he was a monster that could hurt anyone if he even lost the slightest best of control.

He didn’t even know the name of the man – no, the creature – who made him this way.

Megumi sighed as he snapped his notebook shut, conversing freely with this human friend he made. They were ‘of the same age’ as Megumi introduced. Itadori Yuuji wasn’t top of the food chain, per se, which is exactly just what Megumi wanted since the last thing he wanted was unnecessary attention. Right now, he accompanied his friend – the only person he could care about – as he got his suit fitted. Yuuji stared at his reflection endlessly, tapping at his bottoms with a thoughtful hum.

Just then, something familiar wafted into Megumi’s senses. At first, he thought it was the scent of the soap he used, but this was too…different – he was sure he’d caught whiff of it before, but he was beyond a hundred years old that it was impossible to pinpoint what it was.

His eyes fluttered outside the shop as he looked for the source of the smell. It was soft, leaving behind a lingering flutter of his chest, and before Megumi could realize it, he’d already shot up from his seat, captivated by the sound of laughter and giggles across the street. Then, he saw you. You were right there, head thrown back in laughter as you chatted with your friends, lips painted a flushed red that only broadened at something your friend had said.

“Fushiguro – where are you going?”

“My apologies, friend. I’m afraid there is somewhere I have to be,” Quickly, he stashed his notebook inside the front of his coat jacket, pushing past against the crowd and crossing the street. The closer he got, the more he recognized your laughter, your features sharpening into a crystal resemblance of the person he’d lost years ago.

He couldn’t believe it, could barely stop himself when you walked away, his hand naturally falling to grasp at your wrist.  

“Excuse me, Miss. I—” Megumi was stunned when you turned to him, your smile polite and bright as ever, not the least bothered that he pulled you out of nowhere.

“Yes? Is there something I can help you with?”

“I…I just thought I’ve seen you somewhere before. I’m sorry if that came out weird,” not wanting to be rude (your friends were glaring suspiciously at him), Megumi retracted his hands by his sides, gaze planted to his feet as it was considered impolite to hold such eye contact with the opposite sex – especially to a stranger. He could feel himself grow warmer despite his lack of body heat inside his heat, your mere presence prompting his undead hear to beat once more. It made Megumi step backwards, throat falling dry. “Uhm, I suppose I should turn back—”

“Would it be odd if I said I felt the same way?”

His head whipped up to yours so fast that it looked comical, and he was blessed by your amused smile. “What?”

“You feel familiar, and I wish to understand why,” At this point, the sound of his heartbeat that had long been forgotten drummed loudly in his ears, so much so that he could barely hear your words anymore. He had to stare at the way your lips moved, hypnotized at the same time as he tried to fathom what you said. “Would you like to have lunch this Friday? Perhaps we could…familiarize ourselves with one another more.”

It had been a long and painful two hundred years – but you were here – that Megumi would be insane to say no.

ROSE [006.]

Megumi made sure to be silent as he slammed the door shut, not wanting to wake his lovely wife who’d long retired to bed after a long day of work. The eminent darkness in your home told stories of how late it was this time of the night, nothing but silence and the faint cricketing of insects heard in the dead night.

Upon seeing you on the bed, soft breaths spilling from those lips he could never get enough of ravishing, his shirt doing a terrible job at keeping you modest, Megumi’s jaw clenched.

Tugging his tie off and discarding his jacket to the ground, Megumi made quick work of spreading your legs open, his breath caught in his throat because his naught wife decided not to wear anything. His fangs bared on instinct, the tent in his pants growing.

You were always tempting him – and despite being a fearsome creature, Megumi was always weak to resist your teasing.

Glancing at your peaceful face, Megumi bunched your shirt up above your breasts, your nipples hardening at his cold touch. Megumi sighed, not wasting another minute before his tongue dove into your awaiting lips that had already bloomed open, always so ready to welcome your husband’s eager tongue even in your sleep. He groaned at your arousal mixing with the tangy taste of tonight’s dinner.

Soft sighs could be heard above from you when Megumi licked a flat line from your hole all the way up to your clit, his hands kneading at the soft flesh of your thighs before he sucked generously at the pearl hidden by your hood.

You quivered in response as Megumi’s tongue finally entered your drenched core, his tongue teasing and expertly licking at the bumpy ridges of your walls. It gave him great pleasure to see his not-so-innocent wife trembling upon his hold, that even in your sleep, you were so responsive to him. Your reactions stirred him to plunge his tongue deeper into your hole that would normally be so filled to the brim with his cock, not stopping until you fisted at the sheets, cumming on his tongue.

Megumi drank at your juices like it was a thirsty man, making him chuckle a bit because he was always thirsty – both for you and the life that throbbed in your veins.

Kissing the inside of your thighs, your head fell to the side, unaware that the sheets were now stained with your arousal. Megumi hoisted himself up to press a kiss on your lips, his other hand gripping at his hardness before he slid himself in, low groans emitting from his lips when your warmth finally engulfed him.

He was at home.

He had both arms planted beside your head as he kept panting at your ear, his thrusts slow and passionate in order not to rouse you from your sleep. He knows how tired you are and he wanted his pretty wife to get all the rest she needed, but it was getting harder with each passing moment when you clenched around him, pupils blown wide the moment his nails dug into your hips.

“I am sorry to wake you, my wife,” Megumi apologized while littering kisses all over your skin, your moans now uncontrolled and breathy now that you were completely aware to receive the pleasure he was eagerly giving you. “I couldn’t help it – not when you are so heavenly laid out for me like this.”

“Mmh, take me as you wish, my love,” you groaned around him, your arms finding home around his neck as you pulled him closer. One of your legs was placed around his waist, the other knee pinned flat on the ground so Megumi could fuck into you deeper, turning you into nothing but a whining mess. “You know you can always have me whenever and however you want. If it’s you, I would never mind,” Megumi pulled his head away from your neck to gaze into your eyes instead, glowing red orbs meeting yours while his hips snapped harder. You would’ve smiled had it not been for his dark circles turning at least two shades darker, his skin gray and a little flake.

“You are pale. Have you not been feeding properly again?” Megumi intentionally ignored you, and you knew he was trying to distract you by thrusting harder into you, having never liked you to remind him of what he was. It worked for a moment, nails scratching down his back, but you cupped his cheeks you’re your warm palms, holding him tense enough that he was forced to look at you. “Megumi. Megumi, look at me – have you not been drinking well?”

“You know I refuse to.”

“You need it. At this pace you’re going at, you’re going to – ah – you might get sick and weaken, my love.”

Megumi shook his head indignantly, “I would never sink my fangs down a breathing human’s body. I refuse to give in to the demon they have made out of me.”

Your eyes softened at how those blood red eyes faltered, his fears showing through the moment his thrusts grew slower, his touch gentle against your hip. It almost felt like he was making love to you, and you gasped when his cock hit your most sensitive spot, your walls clenching and gripping around him like a vice. “You are no monster,” you told him, “Your heart is warmer and kinder than any other beating hearts I’ve come across with. You are a good person, Megumi, giving into to your hunger does not make you a demon,” when hesitance still crossed his face, you pulled him in to see the sincerity in your gaze, passionate enough to make him stutter his hips inside you. “It would be a lie if you call yourself such an atrocity when you are nothing but tender and loving when it comes to someone as fragile as I am compared to your grace.”

“I do not want to hurt you.”

“You could never, my love,” you assured him, baring your neck to him. Megumi’s eyes zeroed in on the rapid pulse visible at your tender skin, the sight enough to make his cock twitch. “Now, drink.” At your words, Megumi froze. He’d heard that same phrase before – right before he killed you by drinking you dry, and Megumi scrambled away from your hold with fear written all over his face.

Not again, not again, no, he wouldn’t hurt you – Megumi never got the chance to leave when you shushed him with a kiss, ankle buried in his back to keep him inside you. “Please, my love, let me make you feel good. I no longer wish to see you this way. Drink my blood – do it for me.”

That was enough to push him over the edge. Sending one last questioning look your way, to which you responded with a nod, eyes hazy with desire, Megumi punctured your skin. 

You cried out from the pain that added to the pleasure, and with Megumi rutting his hips fast and hard into your abused cunt that was still sensitive from your previous orgasm, your husband brought you over the edge. He came not long afterwards, spilling his seed deep inside you – one you were both not worried about since he could never impregnate you.

Megumi doesn’t stop from lapping at your wound, pulling his cock out before his lips swooped down to your breasts, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

You were both breathing hard, Megumi trying to calm down the tremors of your body from the orgasm while sucking your tits, his hand caressing the other one to not leave it unattended. Hands coming up to card through his fingers, you kissed the shell of his ear, your sweat bodies desperately clinging around one another. “Megumi,” you mumbled sleepily, “Turn me.”

Megumi stilled above you. In a split second, your husband was off you, standing at the edge of the bed with all his muscles rigid and tense, eyes blaringly red as he hissed, “What did you say?”

“Have you not thought about it?” you winced as you sat up, the discomfort apparent upon feeling both your cum drip down your ass to your cheeks. “How you will remain the same after all these years, and I will die and wither like a wilted flower? I do not wish to part from you, Megumi. That was the vow we took in our wedding – that you’d be with me my whole life.”

“Until death do us part,” he reminded you, pointing at the wedding band that adorned both your fingers. “That was the vow.”

“So you won’t turn me?” you scoffed in disbelief.

“No. You only say this because you are blinded with love, but you will soon come to regret it once you become like me. A creature of the night, fearful of the light, taking life from others to preserve yours and unable to provide warmth to my beloved – why would you ever want to be like me?”

“Because it’s the only way I can be with you.”

“Are we not enough the way we are now?” Megumi ran his hands through his hair as he sat back down, his extended claws hastily pointing at the both of you. Even through the dim lights, you could see how his face had darkened. “I am happy, you are happy. We both love each other – what else could you want?”

You gritted your teeth at his words, picking up the pillow beside you before throwing it at him. “Stop being selfish!” you exclaimed, your husband’s eyes flushing a deep shade of rose when he glared at you. “Think about me! A few years from now, my body and face will sag to the point I am unrecognizable. I will no longer be beautiful in your eyes and soon I’ll even lose the strength to cross from our chambers to the washroom. Soon, I’ll be nothing but a drained human because we are weak, and what do you do? You’re just going to watch it all. You will let me get sick and die just because you refuse to live longer with me?” you repeated his words with a scoff, tears stinging your eyes when your voice dropped a tone lower, your arms wrapped around your chest as you rocked side to side. “Do you even love me?”

“Do not dare assume I do not. I waited for you for two hundred years.”

“That is exactly my point, you no longer need to wait for me if you’d just turn me!” you bit back, full on crying at this point with little to no regard that you would wake the whole neighborhood with your discord. “I want to be with you, Megumi, forever. I’ve lost you once and you lost me too, why would you want to put us both through that pain again?”

“Because the pain of losing you will never amount to the misery you would feel once you see that this is not a glorified life,” his gaze softened, his claws retracting until his hands reverted back into its normal ones. From where you sat, you could see your husband falter little by little, his tone turning tender. “I would rather see you die and lose you again than hate yourself because of what I’ve done, even if it was to fulfill your wishes.”

Silence coated the room. Only your heartbeat and his raspy breaths were the only things audible, and when you spoke, the sound of your heart shattering followed. “You would rather see me die? You would rather watch me slip away from your grasp?”

“Yes.”

The fact that he held no hesitance in them just told you everything you needed to know. You turned away from your husband, laughing bitterly. “That makes everything clear then,” you stood up and walked past him, not bothering to cover yourself up as you trudged to the washroom. “I guess I will just continue to please you until my human days are over. Not that it would bother you though, am I correct? You could always satisfy yourself with another body while I slumber for a few more years.”

“You will hate yourself if I turn you.”

“You not need worry about that, husband,” you told him, coming out of the room with a fresh towel and cleaned legs. Megumi still hadn’t moved a muscle from where he stood, his eyes now a longing shade of blue when you burrowed under the covers, back turned away from him. “I already hate you a lot more than I could ever feel for myself.”

ROSE [007.]

Your human body was weak. You get sick and Megumi refuses to heal you, and you died in despair that he didn’t even care about you. A plague had hit your city, and you fell victim to it. After months of being isolated in your quarters until you could no longer taste food or have enough energy to even drink a sip of water, you knew you had to accept your fate.

Megumi stood beside your bed, your hand almost as cold as his when he held it tenderly, regret pooling in his eyes at his refusal to heal you. You were still so young, so fragile – yet he could never bring himself to do it, even if it was your dying wish.

“Will you really not let me live a few more years with you, my love?”

“I am sorry,” he cried out, finally breaking down despite his insistence to stay strong and stoic for the both of you. If you had enough strength, you would’ve cried too; it was the first time you’ve seen Megumi lose himself this way, and he kept sobbing into the crooks of your palm, breaths stuttered and words broken. “I truly am. I cannot do it. Forgive me – forgive me.”

“Don’t cry,” you soothed weakly, thumbs brushing his tears away. “I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to heal, my love. I’m sorry I can’t stay any longer.”

“I’m going to miss you,” he shook his head desperately, lips pressed against the weak heartbeat from your wrists as if that would magically heal you back to life. His words broke you a lot further because you both knew that maybe this is where you would end, and you couldn’t even spend that much time with him. A few months of marriage in comparison to the years he waited for you was simply unfair. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I will miss you too,” you rasped out, “I hope in the next life we meet, I’ll get to stay with you a little longer,” Your breath wracked as your chest tightened, the virus making its way all voer your body and depleting you of everything you once had.

Though young still, your cheeks had hollowed, the light leaving your eyes as your lips flattened into a thin line.

You were inherently frail next to Megumi’s unwavering health and strength, and your smile was weak – forlorn – as you gazed up at him for the last time, trying to print his features deep into your soul.

“It feels like the world is always against us, don’t you think? If so, then maybe you and I are not meant to be as we thought.”

Megumi kept kissing your hands, kissing your tears away until you said your final goodbyes, your hand falling from his onto his lap. You couldn’t stay long enough to hear him pour his love out for you the same way he stood under the pouring rain, watching as the rose placed upon your tomb he likened you with wilt and wither.

Why was it that he could never be good to you?

First, he had caused your death, and now, he couldn’t even give you a proper one. You lived an unfulfilled life. There were still so many things you wanted to do, a multitude of places you wanted to go, and you wanted nothing more than to spend a little longer with him. Even as he walked away from your grave with his dying for what seemed like the hundredth time, Megumi still couldn’t find an answer when he asked himself, should he have fulfilled your wish?

CRIMSON [008.]

Along with arising modern human civilization and technological advancements, war was bound to come. People clashed with one another until humanity was abandoned, moral beliefs thrown to the side in replacement of exerting dominance over one another.

In a way, it soothed Megumi to know maybe he wasn’t the only one who’d completely lost touch to everything he once cared about; a little comforting that people had turned to monsters as well. But this thought vanished into thin air the moment gun powder and explosions covered the once blue sky, smoke choking the fresh air people once breathed and the battlefield painted red.

Megumi watched his comrades die one by one. He’d grown tired of hearing their last wishes and he cursed at his nature, because why couldn’t he just die?

He’d taken a hundred bullets and a thousand more beatings, yet he remained his stance, pushing through the enemy’s front line like a beast. At least here, he could unleash the monster he’d tried so hard to conceal. Even if he wasn’t entirely sure what exactly he was fighting for, Megumi had enough anger to overwhelm the opponent with his presence alone.

Blood splattered to his mouth, fuelling him to keep fighting and running, slashing at everyone’s throats with a flick of his sword, the growl leaving his chest entirely animalistic.

He should’ve focused more on his task instead of being blinded by rage.

Too lost in wanting to avenge his comrades, Megumi’s sharp senses failed to hear the oncoming grenade thrown his way. His eyes widened a fraction before he was thrown away, his ribs breaking and his skin splitting apart from the impact. Megumi choked out blood; he should’ve fed properly before he got drafted in the military, but he refused, denied his needs and drank animal blood to tame himself instead.

His self-righteous need to rebuff his true nature backfired, biting him on the ass this time around. He was half unconscious when he was lifted by the rest of his commanders who’d thrown him in the medical tents before taking off to war once more.

Megumi’s vision blurred. Everyone around him paced back and forth to tend to the other soldiers lucky enough to have been brought here for a second chance at life, their voices muffled and turning into nonsense. Megumi chuckled bitterly, which he shouldn’t have done because it made him cough up a lot more blood, but could he help it? He didn’t want a second chance at life. He had never seen you again, not even a whiff of your scent, and his heart and soul had reached a point beyond decomposition that he wished to have died on the battlefield instead.

His attention was diverted when warm hands that smelled like rubbing alchohol patted his face, a harsh beam of light shone down his eyes. He winced at the light before the object was taken away, worried eyes peering down at him instead.

Megumi’s gasp was frail, too weak to manage a proper greeting because the sounds of gunshots, explosions, and final screams surrounded both of you and it was the worst setting to find you in but he was relieved – beyond relieved to see that you were there, fixing him up and muttering something he couldn’t understand. You were adorned in the healer’s uniform, your touch nothing but gentle despite the sting of ointments on his wound.

He couldn’t believe it.

“Y-you,” he managed through splatters of coughed out blood, “I found you again.”

“Soldier, focus on me! You cannot die us on now, we are relying on you to save the world, do you understand?” you snapped at him, moving back and forth at such speed that put his supernatural abilities to shame. “Do not forget your duty. Think of your family, your friends, everyone you cared about waiting for you back at home while you fight honorably in this war,” you declared, the cold scissors cutting through his uniform somewhat distracting him from the sound of your voice. “You must think of them.”

“I don’t have anyone else,” Slowly, his consciousness slipped away from his fingers no matter how hard he tried, and he sighed when your furrowed brows became a lot blurrier and unfocussed. At least you were here, he reminded himself, a small smile on his face as he did so. “Everyone I’ve ever cared about is in here in this room with me right now.”

“Live, soldier,” you commanded, teeth snapping the thread as you hastily sewed him back up. He didn’t need it, but you didn’t know that, and he actually quite liked you fretting over him like this. “Live for the future, fight to live – live for me.”

Megumi had fallen unconscious, but your words planted itself deep at the back of his head. Your words were enough to revive him back to life hours later, and he scrambled at the edge of his seat, calling for your name and searching for you with frantic eyes. Living for you was something he could fulfill, so where were you?

Before he could glance at you one more time, you had already disappeared, and Megumi was shoved back into the battlefield.

SCARLET [009.]

The forest was dark and eerie as you ran through it, the pads of your feet chafed from tireless running and hands still sore from the burn. Countless women were forcefully ripped away from homes in your village at the assumptions anyone who didn’t dare bow down to the aristocrats were devil worshippers, and you were only lucky enough to get away, though barely.

At the back of your mind, you were still screaming as you fought against the binds while they burned you, the ends of your dress tattered and burnt.

The woman that saved you, you didn’t know your name, much less get the opportunity to thank you before she’d freed you, pushing you in the direction of the mountain you were taught to fear. Although that fear vanished as you kept pushing tree by tree, completely unaware that the higher you trudged onto the fearsome land, the atmosphere grew suffocating and too dark.

It didn’t matter now, this was your only place and chance of escaping.

Too dazed in your need to survive, you failed to notice the strong stench of blood, the rotting flesh and bones scattered everywhere upon the steps that led up the abandoned castle. It had been forever since the war that led to the fall of mankind’s chance of modernization, resulting in the world falling back into the ruins that you all had suffered before.

You were panting for air just as you’d reached a few feet before the eerie, looming gate. You had to clutch on a nearby tree to catch your breath, completely aware that you were insane for going to this place as a last resort for a safe haven even if you knew that people had told countless stories to children that a blood drinking monster resided within; whether it was a story told to prevent children from roaming around at night or it was actually true, you would just have to find out soon.

But you’d grown weak, body battered and bruised, stomach deprived of its nutrients and lips cracked from dehydration.

Your legs gave out before you until your body crashed onto the ground, no longer hearing the slight creaking of the gate.

SCARLET [010.]

There was something…wet and warm grazing over your skin, the sensation tickling enough that it stirred you from your slumber. With a groan, you cracked an eye open, all the muscles in your body  chilled when the man sat before you kept wiping at your wounds tenderly, his cold blue eyes sending shivers down your spine once he’d noticed you’ve woken up.

“You are free to stay here until you heal,” he announced, his voice deep yet gentle – nothing like the stories made him out to be. You opened your mouth to thank him – for the clothes that adorned you, the glass of water beside your bed, and for nursing you despite your apparent confusion – but the legendary vampire King himself had stood up, a bowl of water and a bloody towel clutched in his hand before he retreated to the door. 

Then, he paused at the doorframe, head barely tilted your way as he warned, “Do not leave the grounds unless you wish to die. I cannot guarantee I can save you one more time.”

SCARLET [011.]

Megumi was a mysterious person. He never stayed around much, and the castle was far too big for you to ever run into him. No matter how hard you tried to meet him out of want to thank him for his unnecessary kindness, you couldn’t find him.

He mostly left you to your devices. Every morning, you’d find fresh meat, a glass of water – sometimes warm milk – and a pair of his clothes that you’d have to make do with.

You’ve lost count of time of how long you’d stayed under the castle, still terribly confused as to why he hadn’t killed you yet, much less help you. One thing was for sure, however: the infamous King who painted the skies red for years out of bloodlust was not the monster people made you believe he was. After all, what predator cared for his prey this way?

You were beyond determined to show him your gratitude, not having anyone care for you this much your whole life. Growing up in the slums and taken as a child into pleasure houses, this type of privacy and freedom was more than welcomed – a freedom you wouldn’t have ever had had it not been for him. So you stood at the edge of your window every night, a slight bounce in your steps as you waited for him to show up. You rarely ever saw him, but there was no harm in trying, right?

The clouds shifted away, giving way to the moonlight that illuminated the tall figure speeding through the gates. He’d come from hunting his dinner.

With an excited squeal, you rushed past your room with a small towel, running all the way to the lobby to greet him. Your speed put his to shame when you sprinted his way, your excited form rendering the vampire shock still under the dusty chandeliers for a moment, his muscles tensing harder when you smiled up at him.

Your gaze fell down on the blood stains at the edges of his lips. His eyebrows were pinched together, about to ask what you needed when you stood at the tips of your toes, wiping away the blood with a towel.

As he spoke, his voice was gruff and hoarse, almost as if he hadn’t made a squeak of noise for centuries. “Human,” he began, a slight irritation underlying his words, though he made no move to push you away. “Are you not afraid of me?”

“Why would I be?” you queried with a lilting tone, “You saved me, after all. The vicious monster they painted you out to be is far kinder than anyone has ever treated me.”

His eyes darkened at your implications, preventing you from completely wiping the blood away from his face as he gripped your wrists. His claws were long and dark, undoubtedly able to kill you should he wished, but you didn’t fear him, not when he still held you like you were a fragile being. “So just because a devil saved your life, suddenly they are an angel in your eyes?”

“I do not care what you are,” you told him honestly, staring him straight in his eyes swimming with emotions you couldn’t fathom.  “I care not for what you’ve done or who you are supposed to be. All I know is that you are good to me – and why else should I care about anything else other than the fact I have never felt safer my whole life? Should this comfort be in the hands of a monster, I would not question it. I would only be grateful I met you.”

He didn’t speak for a moment, his grip only tightening a bit before one of his arms wound at the curve of your waist.

There was no telling who leaned in first. You were beyond lost in pleasure when he tugged you into his arms, his lips aggressively kissing yours. You groaned at tasting the animal blood still coated in his lips and tongue, but you didn’t care.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, mattered in this world anymore as you jumped into his frame, his arms strong and effortless as he carried you into his room.

The night faded with you tangled underneath him, your clothes ripped and torn, thrown at the other side of the room while he situated himself between you. His hands were no less than zealous as he cupped and touched every curve and dip of your body, his lips never leaving yours.

You moaned when he cupped your drenched core, legs opening further as his thumb grazed over your clit. Whining at his slow teasing that contrasted with his previous needs, you sat up to kiss him harder, pushing his back with your feet to press him closer to you. Both of you groaned when his cock teased along your wet slit, just enough to give a promise of what was to come, but he held onto your hips, his kisses faltering as he panted. “Human,” he growled, “Human, stop. If we go any further, I cannot guarantee I can control myself.”

“Do I make you lose control, Your Majesty?”

“It’s been a long time,” he pulled away from you, all traces of his darkened lust replaced with nothing but softness in his gaze now. He held you there underneath him, his gaze nothing but appreciative as he drunk in your bare features.

It made your chest swell with pride to see him with fussed up hair and bruised lips like that, knowing that you were the only one who had triggered his undoing. “I am only getting back in touch with the restraint I’ve abandoned centuries ago.”

You kissed him once more, this time a lot more gentle and sensual. “Then we shall stop, Your Majesty,” he fell beside you, pulling you closer until your cheek rested above his cold chest. He had worn you out with just simple touches, and sleepiness washed over you like a blanket, mindlessly murmuring things as you traced patterns on his skin. “I wish you would stop avoiding me from now on,” you mumbled, “Sometimes…sometimes I see you in my dreams, and they feel so real,” he stiffened at your words, knowing full well what they meant. “I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”

Before he could speak, you’d already fallen asleep, leaving him with no other choice but to sigh and pull a blanket over your naked bodies. Pressing a kiss at the crown of your head, he made a silent promise to show you another time.

SCARLET [012.]

You and the King have grown more comfortable after the not-so-subtle declaration of each of your affections to one another. In your eyes, he was your savior and the man you adored most. In his eyes, you were his precious human, his long-awaited lover, and he’d run to hell and back just to be with you all over again.

But…things were different now.

He found it hard to be explicitly pinning you down his bed to let him ravage you. Memories of your past lives, his mistakes, and all his regrets never left him once in his hellish lifetime. Funny, he found it, that the moment you were gone, the moon refused to show itself, but every time you came after a moment of forever, he feels alive all over again.

“Join me? The water is quite warm tonight.”

He merely raised his brow, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you paddle into the water. There was no proper water supply in his castle, resorting to both of you retreating to the lake deep into the forest every night. This night was no different, but as always, he refused to bathe the same time you did in fear he might not be able to hold himself back. “I have no concept of what is warm and cold, human.”

“Would you like a demonstration then?”

He scoffed, smirking at the way you wiggled your brows. He would say he missed the vulnerable, frail human that always submitted to him, but that would be a lie, since he thoroughly enjoyed how you never shy in expressing your desire for him. “If this is your plan of getting me to touch you,” the King began to discard his clothes, his cock swelling at the way your eyes darkened as he unbuttoned each button of his shirt. “I cannot say I have complaints about it.”

You smiled, triumphant in your goals.

It doesn’t take him long to dive into the water with you, his tongue slipping past your lips while he hoisted your body up, cold hands cupping your ass. Bare like this, your nipples brushed across his chest in a mind-numbing sensation, and he doesn’t stop kissing you until his cock is nestled between your ass cheeks, allowing you to feel that he could be warm in just one place only.

“Mhm – Your Majesty,” you tugged at his hair, neck naturally falling to the side as you let him suck at your skin, his fangs coming out to graze at the sensitive flesh every now and then.

“Megumi,” he squeezed the flesh of your ass, “My name is Megumi. Call me nothing but my name,” you nodded absentmindedly, unable to focus on anything else other than his hands roaming each and every skin of your body despite him having already memorized it after loving for thousands of years. He only stops when you shudder in his arms, pulling away from you with a string of saliva attached to your lips. “You are shivering. And you said the water is warm.”

“You are cold, my love,” the nickname slips effortlessly from your lips that Megumi doesn’t even get the chance to be surprised, “I cannot help it.”

Megumi groaned into your mouth, testing the waters by fingering you under the water for a moment. You clamp around his fingers, begging him to finally touch you, and when you were so good and needy for him like that, how could he resist?

He carried you both and ran back to the castle, wasting no moment as he slipped inside you, both uncaring that his bed had been soaked wet. After living an impossibly life, Megumi learned it the hard way that being immortal didn’t mean he could do whatever he pleased. Time was still precious and gold even after an abundant amount of it, and forgive him for being impatient with the way he snapped his hips to yours for it had been forever.

Watching you fall apart under him, lips parted to let out pretty moans and your cunt still taking him in so well even after so many lifetimes, Megumi only falls for you harder than the last.

He interlaced his hands with yours once he saw you desperately grabbing for something, breasts bouncing at the inhumane speed he started. Megumi’s hips were brutal as it snapped to yours, your hips bruised and blue from his strong grip, fangs bare and eyes a blood red while he fucked deep into your cunt. You gasped as you clutched onto his bicep, toes curled at the sensation he was drowning you with.

“Megumi,” you cried out, eyes shut tight from the overwhelming pleasure. “Please – mark me. I wish to be no one else’s but yours.”

Megumi growled at your words, taking both of your legs and locking them to your side. The sudden stretch exerted on your muscles made you whimper as Megumi sat back on his thighs, watching the way his cock was sucked in by your slippery walls. “I will make you mine. You have always been mine long before you were aware of it,” he stated, forcing louder moans from you when he leaned forwards, bending your legs harder before he bit your shoulder.

Your nails scratched down his back, eyes blown wide open when you saw it, saw him. Megumi kept fucking until you were crying, face flushed and damp with tears.

The ceiling of his castle disappeared as the marking he gave you brought you back to a thousand years ago, playing in your head from your first kiss, to how he had drank you dry, all the way until your marriage and from accidentally leaving him during the war.

You were crying – both from the pleasure and pain that beat down on your heart – and Megumi lapped at the blood flowing from the wound, his tongue searing against the open flesh.

“Do you remember me now?”

“Megumi. Megumi, I’m sorry. You’d been alone all this time and I was not there with you. I am so sorry.”

“You are here with me now. It is fine, my love.”

This timed, you pulled him close enough that space and distance became nothing but a myth, lips desperately moving against one another. Megumi groaned into your mouth when you clamped down on him, prompting him to fuck you harder to reach both your highs. His thrusts soon grew sloppy and your cunt was past spent by the time he came inside, painting your walls white with thick ropes of cum.

Megumi remained inside you even as his cock softened, too comfortable inside your heat to want to be anywhere else. You sighed and kissed his cheeks, his eyes, his nose, then his lips, almost worshipping his beauty and soul you’d fallen in love with over and over again.

“How long has it been? Five hundred years – a thousand?”

“Forever. It’s been forever.”

“Was it worth it? Was I worth the wait?”

“Of course you are. You always will be.”

You closed your eyes, the tears still salty on your cheeks when he kissed them away. The arms wrapped around him tightened for a moment, heart pounding in your chest as you relived your past life in that moment. “Megumi,” you whispered, “Grant me the wish you could never fulfill for me before. Please, I no longer want to live another lifetime without you.”

This time, Megumi no longer frowned upon your words, kissing you once more before he cradled your neck and jaw, those blue eyes softening like the cloudy skies you both danced under in your first lives.

“Forever, my love,” he promised, “I’ll be with you forever. Whatever it is you want, I would give it all to you.”

SCARLET [013.]

Your head rested on Megumi’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around you protectively. The halls of his castle were dark and the soft music was drowned by the screams of the angry mobs outside, their fists banging and guns blaring to tear the place down.

Time had passed and you came to understand why Megumi never wanted you to be like him. He was right – there was nothing to be glorified in becoming a monster despite the gift of immortality. This much you knew after slaughtering villages with him, feeding on parents and snatching away futures from children all to feed your thirst.

Both of you were painfully aware and burdened by the bane that was your existence, which is why you two kept dancing, not minding the fact that castle was slowly crumbling down.

You had accepted your fate. You had gotten your wish.

Megumi had lived millennia of forever’s with you that you were both satiated, happy, fulfilled. When the song hit a high note that the record broke and the chandelier fell, crashing a few feet away from you with its glass shards cutting both of your skins, you kissed Megumi one last time, his grip on your hips as gentle as ever.

The doors had opened.

Gasoline spilled from every corner of the castle, torches thrown and fire licking up everywhere. Gunshots were fired. Anger was vexed and thrown your way as you clutched onto your lover with salty tears on your cheeks, the roof falling completely open until the sun shone through. Both of you hissed through the kiss when it burned at your skin, hot and scorching enough that you just wanted to die in that moment. And you would, in just a few moments, you knew you would.

Megumi pulled away from you, his smile lopsided and sad as he pressed his forehead into yours, etching your features in his soul once more just in case he’d never see you again. “See you in the next forever, my love?”

“Only if you’ll keep waiting for me,” you grinned, and Megumi reached down to plant one last kiss onto your throne, reminding you that you were his lover, his soul mate, his Queen – his world and his everything else. Of course he’d wait for you. There was no need to ask him this – he would always wait for you.

“Of course I will,” he promised, “I will always wait for you.”

This time, you were wholeheartedly prepared for your death.

[milkteahood]

Hello! I've been thinking about this for a whole week and I need to get it off my chest or I'll explode. This might be worded strangely because I can't explain it, only imagine it so I'll try my best. 😊

After the whole killing Miranda thing, Karl and his s/o move away from Romania, and after taking some time adjusting to their new life, have a baby. Now, I headcanon that Karl is afraid of going to the doctor because of Miranda's past experiments on him, and is especially deathly afraid of needles. Him using them on other people? That's just fine. But when it's pointed at him? Someone's gonna get hurt and it's not gonna be him.

So when his precious little ray of sunshine has to get their first vaccine shots, he's a nervous wreck, almost as if he was the one getting poked at, but tries to hide it. He knew it was good for his baby's health and he wants nothing more, but why did it have to be through painful shots? How is there not vaccine juice they can drink instead, dammit?! Obviously his s/o can tell he's getting worked up; he's tapping his foot, cooing at their baby to keep himself distracted, snuggling them close to his chest, almost like he's protecting them from the doctor's and their scary needles. His s/o tries to distract and calm him as their baby babbles happily in his arms.

The nurse comes in and Karl immediately goes into full Dad Mode™. Have you ever seen the cute video of the dad who's scared of needles comforting his baby son while he gets his shots? This one -> https://youtu.be/lqAUMsqiFxI (I hope that actually leads to the video), I think that's how he'd act. He's not even thinking about how he looks, he probably looks ridiculous but that's in the very back of his mind. His only thoughts are about protecting his baby from any and all pain, so he doesn't really care, as he cradles them and rambles non-stop encouragement and praise, not leaving their side for a second. When the nurse is done, Karl immediately scoops the baby up, seemingly more relieved than they were, holding them close and cooing about how strong they are.

His s/o would've chuckled a bit in wholehearted amusement at his heartwarming scene in the doctor's office, but the display of their lover and baby was just too cute and they didn't want to break Karl out of whatever protective instincts he was under. During the pregnancy, he was so scared that the persistant thoughts telling him that he will be a horrible father would be true, but, even if Karl himself didn't see it yet, his s/o knew their baby was safe being watched by his loving eyes and cradled in his protective arms.

I couldn’t open the link, but I can still imagine how that would go, so I hope you like this 💕

“My love, it’s just a vaccine” Y/N told Karl

“But it’s gonna hurt! I know it will! People used to scream when I did anything to them!”

“That’s because you used to do experiments on them. This is a vaccine. It’s completely safe”

Karl would not bulge. He knew the vaccine was mandatory, but he couldn’t see his princess go through anything inconvenient. They have been waiting outside the doctor’s office, ready to be called in any minute. His daughter was playing with one of the buttons from his coat, giggling and nibbling on it.

Some children would cry while getting their vaccine, which would freak Karl would even more. No matter how much his wife tried fo reassure him, he still tried to convince her to leave. He tried his best to stay calm, sometimes wishing he’d have his daughter’s chill. She did not care, too focused on ripping off that button. But Karl cared. Flashbacks of Miranda’s experiments came to him.

Him as a child, tied to a table while Miranda stung him with yet another needle. He never knew what was inside them until it was too late. He remembers screaming and crying, begging Miranda to stop. Telling her that it hurts. That he can’t take it anymore. But she never stopped. She always used to call him her brave son. And now, whenever he’d accidentally sting himself while working, he would flip the whole room. There was a particular fear rooted in trauma he couldn’t get over. His wife placed her palm on his knee, when she noticed he was tapping his foot.

She knew about his fears and traumas all too well. Y/N has been the first and only person he has even opened up to. She also knew he loved getting his hair played with when stressed. Looking down she noticed he was holding their daughter very protectively, and deep down, she hoped her child wouldn’t cry, for if she did, Karl would destroy the entire hospital.

The baby was looking up at her father curiosity. She was yet to discover why he wasn’t happy at the moment. When she frowned at him, Karl got stopped in his tracks.

“Why is she doing that?”

“Because she can sense how uneasy you’re feeling” his wife chuckled.

Some relief washed over him at that. He has always been scared of being a terrible father. For a moment there he thought his daughter hated him. Some forehead kisses later, and his daughter was a giggling mess once more. That eased Karl’s stress, and he began playing with her in an attempt to distract himself.

At some point he stood up and started playing airplane with her. The parents around found it endearing. Everyone thought he was being so considerate, not wanting his daughter to get scared, but in truth, he was the one that was scared. His daughter was happy, and that’s all that mattered. But he knew it wouldn’t last long. He knew the nurse could come out any second to call them in. And he was right, for it didn’t take long before he heard her call “Mr and Mrs Heisenberg? Please come inside”.

Karl shot another desperate look to his wife, hoping they would just leave. It was not too late yet. They could just walk out. What would the doctor even do? No one ever dared stand up to Karl. Well, except one particular person that kicked his ass, but that’s another story for another time.

As they walked inside, Karl was holding their daughter and his wife could easily sense he is feeling nervous. The doctor has been nothing but kind, reassuring Karl’s wife that fathers are usually the sensitive ones about this. In an attempt to make them laugh, by cracking a few jokes, the doctor earned a giggle from the little one. Karl, who was ready to throw that person out the window the second they came near with the needle, smiled. He smiled at his daughter smiling, and he smiled at the doctor for getting that out of her.

“You seem nice. Why are children crying?” Karl asked a little skeptical

“Well, the sting does hurt a little. And they’re children, not only it hurts, they also sense their parents’ discomfort. It’s a lot to take it for a baby, but it goes away rather quickly” the doctor explained

Karl did not like the doctor mentioning pain one bit. He was now even more reluctant to give them his daughter. But he had to and his wife was encouraging him to. She has always been supportive of him and she was doing a great job at being the emotional support Karl desperately needed.

When the doctor prepared the shot, and proceeded to approach, Karl froze up in place, and his wife needed to rub his back and reassure him that she’s right there and she’s not going anywhere. He couldn’t take his eyes away from the needle. His entire body was screaming at him to do something. The only constant thing was his wife’s palm on his back. Up and down, then kissing his shoulder.

He was broken away from his trance when he heard his baby girl cry. He was about to rip the doctor in half, before his wife stopped him.

“And that’s all!” the doctor said, cold sweat breaking as they made eye contact with Karl.

“Oh thank you so much” Karl’s wife hurried to say before dragging her husband out. She knew any more minute spent in there and Karl would totally kill the doctor.

Karl easily managed to get his daughter to stop crying, but his wife had to do a lot of convincing for her husband not to resort to murder. In the end she ended up calming him down by holding his hand on their way back home, with the occasional cheek kiss.

[dracosathenaeum]

Try | D.M.

Summary: Arranged marriages don't always work.

Warnings: mentions of sex, cheating, alcohol, violence, pregnancy, murder/suicide (touched upon briefly in one sentence) 

this is kinda a dark towards the end, reader is very self deprecating so only read if comfortable with all things mentioned xx

Word Count: 1.4k

 #A/N: I HAVE AGED UP ALL CHARACTER FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS FIC. (fun fact: half of my year group were professional drinkers by 13 and had lost their virginities by 15, UK schools are something else I tell you)

You don’t love him.

He doesn’t even try to.

You had known who Draco would be to you by the time you were old enough to form thoughts. It wasn’t something your parents had ever tried to hide, nor was it something the either of you particularly held opinions for. It was your duty as a pureblood witch; that much had been drilled into you the second you had come out of your mother’s womb, knowing Draco would’ve been through the same had been little solace.

You had spent the years up until your 18th birthday getting along with each other for your family’s sake, a civil understanding between the two of you, but neither of you fully acknowledging what the other meant to them. You had tried. Once. He had looked at you with murder in his eyes and you had never tried again.

The summer before 7th year however, you had shared a bed every night. Protection charms were cast so that you remained pure of course, but they weren’t ever even really needed; you had both been in the same bed, but the distance between you had never been greater. You would both climb into bed, you facing one way, him reading a book until his eyes got heavy and turned to face the opposite way of you. You both pretended as though the other did not exist, something that would become a habit in the years to come.

//

He was always gone. The first 6 years of Hogwarts you had seen him constantly; you shared the same group of friends after all. They all knew of the betrothal too, no one daring to bring it up infront of the two of you, but you knew they gossiped behind your back. These ‘friends’ of yours were simply pureblooded heirs who would do anything to tear you away from Draco so they could dig their claws into his family fortune. And they were welcome to, you never once stopped their advances on him; no that was his own doing.

For years you had thought that had meant he had respect for your arrangement, for you, but in 7th year you had started finding him with random girls in hallways, skirts bunched up at their waists as he mouthed at their necks. Both too indulged in pleasure to even notice you standing just a mere few metres away. It didn’t matter that they didn’t see you, your face didn’t betray your emotions, you were above that after all.

It hurt at first; not the jealousy kind of hurt; more of the my-arranged-fiancé-who-I-have-no-feelings-for-is-shagging-other-girls kind of hurt.

You didn’t love him, and he sure as hell didn’t love you. Perhaps you were just too naive to think a snake could have an ounce of loyalty in them. That would be the last time you would put faith in him; something you had found rather useful in preventing further unnecessary feelings.

You had spent the next day’s inside of your own head; debating on whether this would be your ticket out of the marriage, or simply be a thorn in your back. You had found him with 6 other girls over the course of a week, all being fucked into oblivion that they hadn’t even noticed you.

Draco had though.

He had seen you the last 3 times, perhaps he had seen you all along, only acknowledging your presence the last few occasions.

Eyes holding their gaze on you as he continued to rock his hips into the girl against him, a smirk on his face. He had wanted you to find him. He had wanted to hurt you. Your expression did not falter once, you held onto his gaze, waited until he was bored of trying to break you and broke eye contact himself.

You had wanted to retaliate; you even went as far as crawling into Theo’s bed after a Slytherin party that had ended with everyone being too drunk to think. But even when you were 7 shots of firewhiskey in, you couldn’t bring yourself to give yourself to someone you didn’t love. Thinking back on it now, you wondered if you even would’ve been able to, given the protective blood charm your father had placed on you to protect your worth.

You had been in hysterics, not over Draco, but upon the realisation of how powerless you were that you couldn’t even hurt someone back that didn’t so much as care about you. You were trapped, this would be how you would feel for the rest of your life and you couldn’t as much as rebel even when only betrothed. You knew that once you were officially married there would be no way out, but you still couldn’t do it. You couldn’t betray your bloodline, and its traditions that had been grounded into you from the moment you were born.

You were pathetic. Harry Potter defeated Voldemort as a baby, yet you at 18 couldn’t do so much as make your own life choices.

Theo Notts did what anyone else would’ve done and dragged your fiancé in to quell your sobs. In hindsight, dragging in Draco whilst his fiance was naked and sobbing in another guy’s bed probably wasn’t his greatest idea as Draco had punched him clean across the face, his pale skin turning an angry red.

A turning point was what you let yourself believe as he held you for the first time. You had spent more time alone that night then than you had ever done (awake anyways). For the first time in 17/18 years he had willingly stayed in your company for more than 2 seconds. He had let you sob into his neck until they turned into quiet hiccups and eventually soft snores. He had fallen asleep with you and woken you up with a cup of tea, a tense but somewhat comfortable silence between the two of you.

Naive. Stupid. Ignorant.

One moment of weakness could never have changed years’ worth of indifference, perhaps even hatred.

Nothing had changed. And why would it?

Sure he no longer pretended as though you didn’t exist (although the both of you pretended that night hadn’t) but he was still finding a different witch to fuck each night. You never saw them again, but you knew. Everyone did.

That had been 3 years ago.

Nothing had changed in that time.

Well; other than the wedding band on your left hand.

He would still see other women; you just hadn’t caught him. He would never bring them home and risk the wrath of his parents after all. He wouldn’t dare risk anything that could harm his reputation.

No, you just smelt their sickly-sweet perfume on him after he crawled back into your shared bed at ungodly hours.

You would dispose of their hairs left on his clothes before the house elves found out and reported it to his parents. You would make excuses as for why he was late to important gatherings and doctors’ appointments. You kept up the image of happy wife so that they wouldn’t know of your misery and label you both as a failure to the bloodlines you held the futures of.

You would always wake just as he climbed back into bed, he had as much consideration for his wife as he had for house elves.

It was the same every night. You would pretend to be asleep, wait for his tell-tale change in breathes before you turned to hover over him, knife in hand, unsure of who to kill; yourself, your precious husband or the both of you.

But every night you would place the knife back in your nightstand, turn over, and fall asleep again; and let the day repeat itself.

You had tried to love him. But Draco Malfoy was impossible to love.

That was how it had been for the first 3 years of marriage.

It had changed just a few weeks ago.

Now, he would still come back, just not as late as before, but still covered in perfume that would make you instantly nauseous. You would still feign sleep but this time, he would press a hand to your stomach before turning over and falling asleep. You still had the knife in your bedside drawer, you just hadn’t reached for it again.

Draco Malfoy was still impossible to love, but the child inside of you wasn’t.

After thoughts/headcanon continuation 

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