#this was fun to draw god bless vampires

[bloodmoonblitz]

its october so have a nice vampire au (close ups under cut as well, 'cause theres a Lot goin on here haha)

[erial-c]

redacted headcanons if they were filipino 🇵🇭

please bear w me and my scattered thoughts😭 also credits to @pandoraroid for the vincent hc it's so real

- when the shaw pack gets together they do the family gathering thing of making the kids have a dance competition for money

- angel doesn't know how to commute (public transportation) and david would have to come along with them on a jeep to help them learn

"davey ikaw pumara para sakin please nahihiya ako" "kaya mo yan, dali lalagpas na tayo oh"

("davey can you make the jeep stop please i'm too shy" "you can do it, cmon we're gonna miss our stop")

- at a jollibee birthday party david would always help the shaw kids win the "bring me game" . that shit is SERIOUS for him i would bet

- milo would overdress all the time  . kahit anong ganap he will be layering IN SPITE of the heat. he'd also be called "estetik" and he HATES IT  .

(estetik: from aesthetic, used to make fun of people who dress up)

*(kahit anong ganap: whatever event there is)

- also, milo and sweetheart ukay-ukay dates perhaps. . . . but i think they'd both get carried away because they'd be blessed by the ukay gods and forget they were ever on a date

(ukay-ukay: secondhand shops in the ph!! mainly clothes)

vincent and lovely  . aircon humor x kanal humor CMAWWNN. the vampire houses alone r so extra and fancy vincent would for sure have the conyo/filipino rich ppl accent too like. 

(vin telling lovely abt his first summit): vin: "ok so inisip ko like, paano ako gaganti kay william during the summit, right? so i decided i was going to show up looking like as the, pinaka-antithesis of what he wants me to look like."

lovely, absorbing nothing of what he just said: "HUY antithesis???????"

(vin: "ok so i thought, how am i gonna get back at william during the summit, right?; ...looking like the (most)antithesis of what he wants me to look like.")

(aircon humor: humor associated with wealthy people, priv school kids, "out of touch" humor

kanal humor: "public school humor" , vulgar and relatable

conyo: someone who speaks filo+english in a pretentious way, mostly due to being raised wealthy . idk they always have that rich ppl accent)

- i can't imagine guy being filipino no matter what i do. however, i think honey is for sure filo (projecting) and they wld have a complete filo friend group  . honey wld still have that gruff exterior but their walls r down, and their friends would joke that honey and guy r the "nonchalant x oa" pairing and guy wld have NO clue what they're all talkin abt.

(oa: over acting, usually used negatively to call someone dramatic, but with the "nonchalant x oa" it's kinda similar to the introvert x extrovert trope)

- when honey brings guy along to hang out w/ their filo friends, he just looks at them mesmerized 90% of the time they're all talking . afterwards, when they ask abt it, guy says that honey is way more expressive when they speak in filipino and he thinks its rlly cute (IDK. I FEEL THIS ONE IN MY BONES .)

- i also have a hc that honey likes to draw so . stem strand/course to art course pipeline baby (many filipinos can relate🔥🔥🔥)

general idea / kinda just a joke but honestly it'd be so hard to allude to being a vamp in the philippines . 

"pag natamaan yung balat ko ng araw, nasusunog ako" "beh nasa pinas ka, lahat tayo nasusunog"

("when the sunlight hits my skin, i start to burn" "beh you're in the philippines, we're all burning")

[nightcolorz]

For the ask game: ❤️💚💙

YAYY thank u sm for the ask! these questions r so fun. I’m going off of the book fandom btw

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

Louis <3 I think this is an affect of how likable and overtly sympathetic he is in the amc show but I've seen people getting genuinely offended over Louis being described in fandom (and by Anne rice herself) as a manipulative cold hearted ass who uses his perceived vulnerability and gentleness to distract from the fact that he is just as cruel if not crueler then the other vampires. Like Louis does nottt have strong morals or high empathy lmao. Book Louis weaponizes his privilege like a white woman crying to self victimize into making the other vampires look worse them him 😭 . He refuses to kill humans for a while not bcus it hurts him to take life (he actually takes more pleasure in it then most), he refuses bcus he has catholic brain the way a christians who say "how do atheists have morals without god?" do, misunderstanding that most people actually care about other people and dont need an existential threat to encourage them not to hurt others.

His moral compass is self centered and based in up keeping the appearance of self restraint and monk style lack of enjoying himself, not empathy. If a vampire killed u would u feel better if u knew he cried over how much he got off on it then flaunted his suffering over how little he indulged so that everyone knew how piosis he was 😭.

He is way worse when it comes to how he treats his victims then Armand who intentionally seeks out victims who r asking to die or Lestat who tries the vigilante approach. Louis kills innocents and he thinks it makes him better cuz he only does it sometimes and he feels really really bad about himself afterwards. As akasha said (paraphrased) he's the most predatory of them all.

To specify I love book Louis SOOOO much I love how shitty he is that's why it makes me sad when people mischaracterize him as sincere and get gen mad when ppl characterize him how he is in canon (a lying selfish bitch bless his heart). Like ik amc Louis at this point in canon is unambiguously in the right but he isn't like an accurate reflection of how he is in the books 😭 it's not like amc did what anne rice was trying to do more successfully, they just nulled what anne rice was doing in favor of a more likable protagonist. Which is fine, but like, there's no crime in preferring evil to the core horrible asshole Louis of the books.

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

I think the common fandom perception of Armand as the crazy unhinged "omg I can't believe he actually did that in the books??" sadistic maniac villain guy is funny but not really accurate. Armand explicitly not only tries to avoid violence but dislikes it and finds it hard to comprehend why someone would seek out violence and conflict.

The reason he is always doing fucked up shit isn't out of a lestat-esc desire to cause chaos, it's bcus his highly strung ptsd brain has him convinced that the world is a battle ground and he must always be defending himself and acting out in violence.

Since acting out in violence is a reaction hes been taught throughout his life to be standard and necessary, as violence is something so normalized to him he considers it more of a tedious chore then a last resort measure, he usually reacts to conflict in ways that are objectively extreme to anyone who isn't thinking from his perspective. In qotd he even asks Daniel why men choose to fight in wars, explaining that he doesn't understand the draw of violence (bcus he's not a man) and he can't comprehend the supposed thrill of it.

Then he says this in pl to Gregory

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think they are?

i was going to say Marius but I figure that's too obvious since everyone at this point knows I don't like Marius 😭 so here's an even hotter take,,,,, Lestat ‼️

Only to a degree, I think Lestat is hot and deserves the hype, but i also think he's hot in a different way then a chunk of the fandom does. Based on his book description he's kind of wonky looking, mouth too big for his face, vaguely unnerving shallow pale skin, starved 1700s peasant build but also kind of buff in the unhealthy "i dont eat regularly but I'm strong enough to carry a wolf for miles on my back" sense, weirdly small fucking feet. He def has creepy ass florescent blue doll eyes too. my point is I think when drooling over Lestat the fandom tends to forget this wonkiness in favor of blonde bombshell, Sam Reid chizzled jawline and abs, or conventionally beautiful anime twink, when they should be appreciating lestat in all his weird as shit glory.

[gingerbreadmonsters]

original sin

or: let’s push their stories aside.

gn!reader, no content warnings, pure fluff fluff fluff (and how long has it been since i’ve said that, huh?). written as a cheeky little secret santa present for the gorgeous @liykaii , organised by the incomparable god of organisation @daveyistheloml - all my love to the pair of you!! <333 inspired by ‘origin of love’ by MIKA, and it shows. sam doing some totally-normal washing up in just over 1000 words.

“Come back safe, darlin’.”

He doesn’t say it loudly, but he knows you’ve heard it - mostly because he can see you freeze where you’re fiddling with your seatbelt, and hear you turning to Milo and demanding that he get a move on before you’re late to David’s. Those wolf senses really are a blessing, aren’t they?

There’s a sharp peal of laughter at your flustered state, a gleeful shout of “We’ll have ‘em back in time for dinner, Mister Collins!”, and the muffled thud of a half-hearted punch before Milo gives in and drives away. He watches the taillights as they disappear into the trees, and sighs fondly at the thought of the embarrassed, lovesick teasing that’s happening in that car at this very moment. You’ll be getting on Milo's case about all those flowers he’s ordered for his mate for their anniversary coming up, and he’ll be laughing up a storm once he realises just whose shirt you’re wearing.

Honestly. A whole pack of troublemakers. God, he loves those wolves to pieces.

(Well, not all in quite the same way. It’d probably be a bit awkward if he did, y’know?)

He ducks back inside, grateful for the early winter nights that let him see you off on the porch like this. It’s not quite the same, in summer, and if he’s honest it’s the damnedest thing. Why can’t it be nighttime all the time?

It’s a little sad, he’s always thought, how easy people think it is to get used to this. Walking back into the kitchen to get started on a dinner that he doesn’t need to eat, smiling at the way the picture frames in the hall always seem to be slightly askew, clicking his tongue at your talent for leaving cups next to the dishwasher but not actually putting them inside. His mate, his mate. Running the hot water, and he’s never loved you more.

People say this is easy, don’t they? Being in love (and isn’t that a thought? Sam Collins, in love. Who knew the day would come?). It isn’t right, the way some folks take the whole thing for granted - it makes his blood boil, it really does. He’d go to the ends of the earth for you, follow you anywhere, give you anything you could possibly wish for. Whatever you decide, whatever you command, he has no choice but to blissfully obey.

At your feet, staring up at his saviour, head cradled in your hands and heart held gently between your bloody teeth. He’s soaked, waist-deep in the thousand blessings of you, and being in love is the conscious choice to tread water. Love doesn’t happen without air, and floating isn’t fun, when it’s not with you.

Clouds parting through the kitchen window, liquid silver splashing in the sink. It should always be nighttime, if you ask him. You’re so lovely, in the night.

(Not like that! Get your mind out the damn gutter!)

(...Although, you’re not wrong, now he thinks about it…)

In the moonlight of his life, you are everything. Soft and dusted with silver, cutting through the frozen water, bright and light and kind. How in hell’s name do you do it? Your key turns the lock and the world knows warmth. Stars in your eyes and your words and your touch, twisting and curling on the surface of the sea, treading moondust into the carpet. He turns his face to the sky and it’s you who’s there to greet him, tumbling through the stifled clouds and dropping effortlessly into his arms.

Everywhere, it’s you. That first, empty day in the woods outside Wonderworld. They say a vampire can’t help but feel a draw to the place they turned, the place where everything changed. It’s true. He does, same as anyone. But it’s funny - did you know that he feels it there too? He’s never been able to explain it. His skin, his soul, anchored to a single square foot of earth where in his mind, his mate still stands - will always stand. For him the night is eternal, and so too are you. A shadow in the moonlight, the blessed eclipse.

Before you, there hadn’t been much.

Not much of him, not much happening to him either. Alone in the garden of Eden, heaped in paradise and nothing to do. A lonely, lonely man, sliced open and abandoned by an Eve who kicked and thrashed her way free of his ribs until he lay shattered among the flowers. Blood soaks deep into the dirt, and Eden hides its face in shame.

Snakes and trees and the beauty of the forever sun. It’s a bore, peace by the absence of passion. He holds his crumbling flesh together and he can almost believe that it’s stone, unchanging and impervious, until the silver moon reaches down to find him and the sweetness of a new life bursts on his tongue. Melting, breathing, learning how to tread water. The quiet shade of a beautiful tree, jade leaves and tender branches, and something catches his eye.

Books be damned. You, the answer to his prayers, the apple that bit back, and he’s forever in your gentle grasp. What is magic, if it isn’t whatever he has with you? All creation is nothing to the wolf Sam Collins loves, who loves him back in equal measure. Heaven is nothing, when it’s midday in the polar night.

The moment passes, and he realises that he’s forgotten to turn the oven on. Are these the sorts of things you’re meant to think about, doing the washing up? He’s not sure, but since when has he ever cared about what he’s meant to do? The clock over the door ticks on, and he’s got the love of his life coming back to him in just under an hour. Better get to work.

People in love stories don’t tend to know they’re in a love story. Silver and sweetness and one breath after another. What a stroke of luck, then, that the two of you have always liked to bend the rules.

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this is an original work by @gingerbreadmonsters - please do not repost or misattribute

[goldenstoriesfromgoldenhearts]

Divine Intervention

A heads up before anything. This is so non-canon complicit it's not even funny, this was entirely self-indulgent and not canon to the other Rae stories I've posted. This is a simple lil fun 'what if' idea.

I haven't done the Cazador fight yet so I took so many creative liberties~ It was also sort of running on itself at the end there and I wasn't sure where to cut it so we get a fun lil Rae one-liner. I might write the fight scene but I might not. Unsure yet. Also Lliira is a Forgotten Realm's goddess, not a canonical Baldur's Gate entity but considering they use the FR gods in their pantheon, I figured it was a safe bet.

POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR ACT 3 IN HERE ANYWAY CUZ IT IS CAZADOR FIGHT. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING.

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Rae knew they were going to have a bad time during this fight, all of them had known going against Cazador Szarr was going to be hellish, it was why they had stocked up on holy oil, why Shadowheart had layered as many blessings on them all as she could manage, it was why Rae had gone into the ritual room already raging, a quick hard-enough-to-draw-blood bite to her cheek.

What she hadn't expected was Astarion to be taken out for the first few rounds, the ritual starting.

How they'd gotten here was a blur, she'd been front and centre, taking most of the brunt of the damage along with Panae's earth elemental form going full metal and taking what she didn't. Wyll pulling double duty to both get some hits in and help their rogue friend out.

She remembered that there had been a glowing white arrow shot by her that had hit Cazador in the shoulder and had heard Astarion shout something that she hadn't been able to hear over the blood pounding in her ears and a part of her had relaxed, he was in the fight, he was okay, she could focus now.

Only she was pretty sure, staring down at a pearly white fanged grin, that was when it had started going to shit.

Red eyed, blood thirsty spawn created a barrier around each of her friends. All of them fighting to just survive while she had been one-on-one getting her ass handed to her by Cazador himself.

As a team they'd been dealing damage but in her armour, with her rage clouding her vision and her ears. She hadn't stood a chance.

She was pretty sure one of his attacks had broken part of her armour, she could feel something sharp digging into her skin. The pain mixing with everything else, her sword had been kicked away and her height truly was working against her. Cazador was holding her up by her neck like she was a doll, something fragile he was intending to break.

“Bitch Ass Fuck” She gasped out, trying to in vain scratch at his arm, anything to get him to drop her.

It was getting hard to breathe

“Such a vulgar mouth on this one Astarion, I thought I trained you better” Cazador's voice carried over the sound of the fighting and she could tell, staring at his face, the minute he got her friends' reactions, the grin turned smug and his eyes narrowed.

“Let her go you wretch” Came Astarion's furious snarl, loud and if Cazador were anyone else, she had no doubts he would been having second thoughts. Her friend sounded about ready to go feral and murder someone. Probably Cazador.

“Now why would I go and do something like that?” Cazador asked, his eyes flicking up to the deep gnome as her rage dropped, the red fading from her eyes back to a dark pink. Squeezing tighter on her neck, Rae let out a strangled noise, black beginning to cloud the edges of her vision

“Coward” she breathed out, glaring as the vampire lord let out a low chuckle

“Not a coward darling, just smart” He said, his eyes moving away from her back to Astarion and it made her sick to her stomach the pure enjoyment he got out of whatever he was seeing.

“Coward” She said, trying her best to snarl the word out but it came out instead as a pain gasp. “Haven't. . .you heard. . .of a. . .fair fight”

“I haven't actually, what's that like?” he asked, still staring away from her and she felt annoyance flare up beside the pain. Why bother singling her out as a threat if he wasn't even going to treat her as. . .

Understanding soon flared and she, against her better judgement, tried to look over her shoulder at her friends, finding the reason for it all too soon.

Astarion was fighting like a bat out of hell, using daggers and teeth. Four spawns' bodies lay dead around him and the last three were having trouble keeping him from darting over, she watched as one tried to grapple him and promptly had an arm broken and a knife through the heart.

Cazador was playing off Astarion's desperation.

'How many times had he seen this?' she wondered, head flicking to Sebastian for just a moment 'how many times had he tried to become close with one of his fellow spawn only for Cazador to torment and kill them in front of him?'

She found her eyes drawn back to the very man holding her up and found him watching her intently, something on her face must have given her thoughts away if the sick grin, borderline manic thing that appeared on his face said anything.

Rae wanted to snarl that he was a sick twisted bastard, how dare he use her to hurt someone she loved, she'd fucking kill him for it the fucking cu-

The angry thoughts swirling around in her head were quite suddenly cut off by the feeling of. . .wet? A cold blooming pain was coming from her chest. Her head looked down and she found a sword sticking out from her, neatly slotted in between two plates of her armour.

Well that wasn't good.

The hand holding her up suddenly released and she fell to the floor with a loud heavy THUNK, her head hitting the ground adding to the pain she was suddenly aware of.

There was a scream maybe? A yell? She really couldn't be sure. There was a ringing in her ears that was muting everything, like she was raging but worse.

She tried to reach up, grabbing the sword's blade in an effort to pull it out of her when a scream ripped itself from her throat, as instead, a pale hand pushed it further down.

Cazador was saying something, looking away from her, looking vaguely like a deeply disappointed parent. He shook his head and the sword was ripped from her as he simply moved, a blur.

She lost track of everything but the pain.

There was sounds of battle going on but she couldn't hear any of it, it was like the world had become muted.

Moving made it worse so she just lay there, her thoughts a jumbled mess, there were yells of words in voices not her own bouncing around her head but she couldn't focus enough to make them out.

Why was she so cold?

The pain was overwhelming. . .until it simply wasn't anymore.

She was floating above it, above herself, her eyes dull and lifeless, her body had lost it's colour and under her purple armour, under her was a pool of blood.

Her eyes flicked over to her right, seeing blurs of black and white, saw flashes of green magic and grey objects that flew by, fell and then were remade again.

None of it quite made sense to her.

She wanted to fly down and over to see if she could make sense of it all but a gentle hand on her shoulder stopped her, she turned to look and a beautiful woman stood there.

Long blue-black hair, pale skin, bright warm blue eyes, a yellow flowing dress adorned her figure and a name flicked through Rae's mind.

Lliira, goddess of Happiness and Freedom

She'd seen her statue on her mother's altar once, she'd been drawn to the bright colours of the piece before her mother had laughed and put it away. Saying it was not for tiny hands.

Lliira smiled at her, gently tapping her nose with a giggle

“It is not your time yet little one” The Goddess said, her voice bright and warm “You have gods chosen to fall, a follower of my friend Mystra to save and a life to live”

“Why me?” came her broken reply, her spirit heavy. She was exhausted, she just wanted rest and was now being told she couldn't? Why?

“Because a devout one of mine gave you life, pleaded when you fell and I am never one to turn down a request” Lliira answered, stepping back to reveal a young deep gnome standing there. Her blonde hair in a tight braid, her eyes just as brown as Rae remembered, her clothes simple comfortable, a loose shirt, soft-looking pants.

Rae reacted on instinct, darting into her mother's arms who embraced her and held her close. A kiss being pressed to her head. Tears falling from Rae's eyes with quiet sobs that were gently shushed.

“It's alright petal, you are okay darling, it's okay” the older gnome whispered, eyes connecting with her Goddess's before the deity smiled and vanished. “I know my love, I know”

It healed cracks she didn't know existed hearing her mother's voice again, a small part of her comforted even in such circumstances

“I missed you” came a broken whisper from Rae and she felt lips press against her head again

“I know, I missed you. As did your father, we await you for your time my love” She said before the two pulled back slightly, her mother's soft smile faltering “But it is not your time yet, you have a destiny, as do your friends. They need you”

“I'm so tired ma” Meeva'Rae said, her shoulders slumping and her mother gave her a look full of sympathy. Wiping a tear away, Rae leaned into her mother's hand and sighed.

“You have a long fight ahead of you, I will not lie but you are strong, you will get through it and then you will have a lifetime ahead to rest. I promise” Her Ma said and Rae closed her eyes for just a moment, soaking up as much of this as she could, the air full of the scent of snapdragons and violets, warmth that seemed to surround and soak into her skin

“I best get back to it then” Rae said, opening her eyes again, a determination settling in. The two sharing a smile before Rae's mother moved her hands to her shoulders, a soft purple glow beginning to come from them.

“Our Lady has promised a fraction of her power for your current most problem but you will need rest. I can only preserve your life for so long”

“Get in, get it done quick. Okay” Rae gave a firm nod before reaching up and squeezing her mother's hands “I love you, tell Pa I miss him?”

“I will my heart. On the wind and light with you”

Those were the last words she heard before gasping, she felt the cold stone floor beneath her and slowly made her way to standing. She could still feel the wound in her chest, it was smaller now but would still need attention.

The sounds of battle reached her ears and she whipped around, dead spawns' bodies littered the floor but she could see her friends. Astarion and Cazador were snarling at each other, Wyll's eyes glowed with purple as she noticed the hex energy around their vampiric foe and Panae was sending mud mephit after mud mephit into the fray.

They'd gotten a few good hits in, she could see and she grinned. Her flaming sword now glowing with a distinct white-golden hue appeared in her hand. She rushed over.

Swinging her sword up in a diagonal line along her enemy's back, she heard the hiss of pain and Cazador jumped sideways, spinning to face them all. Smoke coming off his back

“Surprise ass fuck” Rae said, twirling her sword before taking her stance next to Astarion. The looks on her group's faces were a mixture of surprise, relief and confusion. She knew she would have some explaining to do later.

“You were dead” Cazador growled and Rae just giggled and sent him a playful wink

“Had a chat with Death, they decided I was too much of a hassle.” She asked, bright and perky as she grinned at him. Her body began to glow the same white-golden hue as her sword, the light washing over her family, small wounds closing, their weapons and claws beginning to glow with divine energy. “Ready to meet death yourself asshole."

[aretarers]

tagged by @coolerdracula YAYYY YIPPEEEEE i dont tend to do these but who cares im having a whimsical night ^_^

last song you listened to: scatmans world LOL

last movie you watched: my best friend is a vampire (1987) featuring robert sean leonard and rene auberjonois

currently watching: doctor who also ^_^

other things you’ve watched this year: house md LOLLLLLLLL umm what the hell else. the x files movie... the original star trek movies (star trek 4 was genuinely some of the most fun ive had watching a movie ever)... puss in boots... spiderverse 2... and of course we hatewatched [redacted]

currently reading: I NEVER FINISHED CYBERVILLE BY STACY HORN :( its just been sitting on my shelf!!! i need to pick it back up

currently listening to: wait is this different from the song i last listened to LOL. im currently listening to #nothing because my #headphones #died and are #charging. Um if this is more general like "what kind of things am i listening to right now" then i am of course always on the hush sound grind (muscle emoji)

currently working on: today was my last day of work for the year and i finished finals YIPPEEEEEE!!! so now im working on...deciding what im going to work on over winter break LOL. i want to do a bunch of reorg and cleanup stuffs... i need to get everything for christmas sorted out too. oh im DRAWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i want to draw my ocs more and also maybe a lyric comic

current obsession: im so doctor whopilled right now god bless

tagging: nobody sorry im too shy. beloved mutuals if you see this im thinking of you you can do this if you want. thank you dawn again for tagging me ^_^ smiling hearts emoji times 3

[smokeybrandreviews]

Just Over the Horizon

Ah, January. The month where films go to die. Or, at least, that’s what used to happen. The last few years, some straight up bangers dropped during the Cinematic Graveyard. This year is no different. Megan dropped and has been getting fantastic reviews. I planned for this to be the first movie of the year for me but, unfortunately, my city has been inundated with a bomb cyclone and basically washed out with thunderstorms for the past week. I’ll have to pass on Megan in theaters and check it out once it hits VOD in about a month. God bless this new normal with theater releases. Now, this isn’t a complete list. It’s literally the first month of the year and i am sure there are going to be a ton of other films that catch my eye as the next eleven creep forward. I mean, i haven’t even found my A24 entry for the year yet but it’s coming. Since The VVitch, that studio has had at least one film a year, that makes my “best of the Year” list. That said, there are a ton of films coming out this year which have piqued my interest and these are the few which are bubbling at the top.

Renfield

I love a solid vampire flick. I love a solid unhinged Nic Cage performance. Renfield is a combination of the two, This thing is obviously a Nicholas Hoult vehicle bu, let’s be honest, the draw here is Cage’s Dracula. I thoroughly expect a top tier, hammed hp, performance out of Mr. Coppola, which is more than enough to get my but in that seat.

Evil Dead Rise

I’ve been a fan of this franchise since the 2103 remake. No shade to the OG Raimi takes but his style isn’t really my flavor. Free from that type of film making, the Evil Dead franchise has become something very, very, special to me. I can’t wait to see what Lee Cronin has in store for us. And, if that red band trailer hints to what’s to come, i am going to very satisfied.

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania

I mean, it’s an MCU flick Of course I'm going to see this thing. I’m not expecting much, the Ant-Man franchise is just a fun diversion, but that Kang reveal was everything. I’m looking forward to see what Jonathan Majors can do with the role. After that absolutely unhinged take on He Who Remains, i my ticket was already punched for this one.

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

This one is on the list based on pure curiosity. I’m a G1 apologist so Bumblebee was everything to me. Never been a huge fan of Beast Wars but i understand it’s place in Transformers history. The trailer leads me to believe this film is kind of a Hodge-poge of the Bumblebee aesthetic and those god awful Bayformers designs and i don’t know how i feel about that, thus my anticipation.

The Flash

Bro, how could this not be on the list? It’s going to be a whole ass train wreck, regardless of how good or bad the film turns out. Like, Ezra Miller is a whole ass menace and he’s the “last man standing” from Gunn’s Machiavellian slaughter of the Snyderverse. This thing is going to make a ton of money based on that controversy, alone, mine counted among those rubber-necking dollars.

Knock at the Cabin

A surprise dark horse from Shamallammadingdong. This dude surprised the f*ck out of me with Split and then immediately disappointed with everything that came after. Knock at the Cabin is probably going to another let down but I'll see it strictly to see something that week, i guess. It’s wild to see Jordan Peele out Shyamalan-in, Shyamalan, himself.

Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey

Let the Public Domain massacre of Disney properties begin! Blood and Honey is either the first or second of these properties to get the spiteful horror treatment of a beloved Mouse House franchise and I'm going to see it strictly because i want to see that gory remake of Steamboat Willie in five years. This flick is probably going to be dogsh*t but i am, for sure, supporting all of it!

Cocaine Bear

Bro, it’s Snakes on a Plane but based on true events. There was a real life cocaine bear. Obviously I'm going to see this.

John Wick: Chapter Four

Listen, John Wick is everything. This world, these characters; It’s all so rich and i love all of it. John Wick, for me, is like the MCU franchise. I’ll ALWAYS show up for one of these films. Whenever The Continental releases, I'll watch every episode. That Ana de Armas spin-off? Yeah, I'm all over that. It’s wild to see how far this franchise has come, from that one, genre disrupting, entry all those years ago.

Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3

The swan song of James Gunn and the MCU was always going to be on this list. That first Guardians will always hold a special place in my heart. It was the first film to ever make me cry as an adult. That opening scene is, to this day, absolutely debilitating to me. Also, the overall movie is excellent, easily top ten in the entire franchise. How can i not be there for vol. 3?

Oppenheimer

I’ve been a huge fan of Nolan since Batman Begins. Yeah, it took him taking on the Bat to get me to dive into his catalog but I'm glad i did. Dude is a genius and it’s rare i don’t enjoy his films. I even really like Tenet and, according to everyone in the world, it’s terrible. It’s not. The Sh*t was sabotaged by the studio. Oppenheimer looks to have the full backing of Universal, though. We’ve seen what Nolan can do with the resources and i cant wait to see what he does with this very much brilliant, very much haunted, genius’ life story.

Dune: Part 2

I made the mistake of passing on this in theaters when part One released. There was plague. There’s still a plague but i got, like, forty-seven shots so I'm comfortable braving the wild for this one. In terms of visuals, Deni Villaneuve is a god and i cannot wait to see what he does with the explosive climax to his Dune film. and i say film because this thing is, very obviously, a single, six hour film.

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

It’s Spider-Man.

I just want to reiterate, this is an incomplete list. A the year goes on, i am more than certain a bunch of disruptors and dark horses will float to the top. Last year, Pearl came out of nowhere and impressed enough to make my “Best of” list so this is more a jumping off point than a complete register. All in all, this year might end up being one of the very best, ever. Maybe. We’ll see.

[smokeybrand]

Just Over the Horizon

Ah, January. The month where films go to die. Or, at least, that’s what used to happen. The last few years, some straight up bangers dropped during the Cinematic Graveyard. This year is no different. Megan dropped and has been getting fantastic reviews. I planned for this to be the first movie of the year for me but, unfortunately, my city has been inundated with a bomb cyclone and basically washed out with thunderstorms for the past week. I’ll have to pass on Megan in theaters and check it out once it hits VOD in about a month. God bless this new normal with theater releases. Now, this isn’t a complete list. It’s literally the first month of the year and i am sure there are going to be a ton of other films that catch my eye as the next eleven creep forward. I mean, i haven’t even found my A24 entry for the year yet but it’s coming. Since The VVitch, that studio has had at least one film a year, that makes my “best of the Year” list. That said, there are a ton of films coming out this year which have piqued my interest and these are the few which are bubbling at the top.

Renfield

I love a solid vampire flick. I love a solid unhinged Nic Cage performance. Renfield is a combination of the two, This thing is obviously a Nicholas Hoult vehicle bu, let’s be honest, the draw here is Cage’s Dracula. I thoroughly expect a top tier, hammed hp, performance out of Mr. Coppola, which is more than enough to get my but in that seat.

Evil Dead Rise

I’ve been a fan of this franchise since the 2103 remake. No shade to the OG Raimi takes but his style isn’t really my flavor. Free from that type of film making, the Evil Dead franchise has become something very, very, special to me. I can’t wait to see what Lee Cronin has in store for us. And, if that red band trailer hints to what’s to come, i am going to very satisfied.

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania

I mean, it’s an MCU flick Of course I'm going to see this thing. I’m not expecting much, the Ant-Man franchise is just a fun diversion, but that Kang reveal was everything. I’m looking forward to see what Jonathan Majors can do with the role. After that absolutely unhinged take on He Who Remains, i my ticket was already punched for this one.

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

This one is on the list based on pure curiosity. I’m a G1 apologist so Bumblebee was everything to me. Never been a huge fan of Beast Wars but i understand it’s place in Transformers history. The trailer leads me to believe this film is kind of a Hodge-poge of the Bumblebee aesthetic and those god awful Bayformers designs and i don’t know how i feel about that, thus my anticipation.

The Flash

Bro, how could this not be on the list? It’s going to be a whole ass train wreck, regardless of how good or bad the film turns out. Like, Ezra Miller is a whole ass menace and he’s the “last man standing” from Gunn’s Machiavellian slaughter of the Snyderverse. This thing is going to make a ton of money based on that controversy, alone, mine counted among those rubber-necking dollars.

Knock at the Cabin

A surprise dark horse from Shamallammadingdong. This dude surprised the f*ck out of me with Split and then immediately disappointed with everything that came after. Knock at the Cabin is probably going to another let down but I'll see it strictly to see something that week, i guess. It’s wild to see Jordan Peele out Shyamalan-in, Shyamalan, himself.

Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey

Let the Public Domain massacre of Disney properties begin! Blood and Honey is either the first or second of these properties to get the spiteful horror treatment of a beloved Mouse House franchise and I'm going to see it strictly because i want to see that gory remake of Steamboat Willie in five years. This flick is probably going to be dogsh*t but i am, for sure, supporting all of it!

Cocaine Bear

Bro, it’s Snakes on a Plane but based on true events. There was a real life cocaine bear. Obviously I'm going to see this.

John Wick: Chapter Four

Listen, John Wick is everything. This world, these characters; It’s all so rich and i love all of it. John Wick, for me, is like the MCU franchise. I’ll ALWAYS show up for one of these films. Whenever The Continental releases, I'll watch every episode. That Ana de Armas spin-off? Yeah, I'm all over that. It’s wild to see how far this franchise has come, from that one, genre disrupting, entry all those years ago.

Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3

The swan song of James Gunn and the MCU was always going to be on this list. That first Guardians will always hold a special place in my heart. It was the first film to ever make me cry as an adult. That opening scene is, to this day, absolutely debilitating to me. Also, the overall movie is excellent, easily top ten in the entire franchise. How can i not be there for vol. 3?

Oppenheimer

I’ve been a huge fan of Nolan since Batman Begins. Yeah, it took him taking on the Bat to get me to dive into his catalog but I'm glad i did. Dude is a genius and it’s rare i don’t enjoy his films. I even really like Tenet and, according to everyone in the world, it’s terrible. It’s not. The Sh*t was sabotaged by the studio. Oppenheimer looks to have the full backing of Universal, though. We’ve seen what Nolan can do with the resources and i cant wait to see what he does with this very much brilliant, very much haunted, genius’ life story.

Dune: Part 2

I made the mistake of passing on this in theaters when part One released. There was plague. There’s still a plague but i got, like, forty-seven shots so I'm comfortable braving the wild for this one. In terms of visuals, Deni Villaneuve is a god and i cannot wait to see what he does with the explosive climax to his Dune film. and i say film because this thing is, very obviously, a single, six hour film.

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

It’s Spider-Man.

I just want to reiterate, this is an incomplete list. A the year goes on, i am more than certain a bunch of disruptors and dark horses will float to the top. Last year, Pearl came out of nowhere and impressed enough to make my “Best of” list so this is more a jumping off point than a complete register. All in all, this year might end up being one of the very best, ever. Maybe. We’ll see.

[sserpente]

Heart of Fire

Synopsis: Imagine being a powerful demoness from Muspelheim. One day, a mischievous and stunning god ends up in your realm and before the other demons can reduce him to ashes, you decide to take him under your wing. As a handsome raven-haired Frost Giant with a silver tongue, Loki will make the perfect pet... no?

A/N: This whole Oneshot is inspired by an amazing drawing by @marietta-kerdzevadze​. Y’all have to check it out here! Enjoy reading, everyone!

Words: 9041 Warnings: smut, demoness!Reader, dub-con, (reluctant) sub!Loki

This story contains themes that may be offensive and/or triggering for some readers. Please be aware that this is only a piece of fiction and make sure to heed the warnings before proceeding. For more information on the topic of dark themes, please refer to my FAQ. 

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The screams were always louder at this time of the day. It was when all those poor and unfortunate souls who had gone astray and found themselves in the depths of Muspelheim. And not all demons were good. Some of them sure did enjoy the smell of burning flesh.

Truth be told, most demons were not evil either. On a scale from one to ten… you would consider yourself to be a solid six. At the end of the day, what greater purpose did it serve to burn trespassers alive? You only killed to make ends meet. Out of love. Out of revenge.

But either way, that did not stop you from stopping by the fire pit every now and then. It might have been a literal hellhole but quite an adventure nonetheless. You had seen it all. Kree, vampires, gods, species whose name you couldn’t even pronounce.

“Anything interesting today?” You called out. The demon in charge of the fire pit looked nothing like you. He had two long horns sticking out of his forehead, a split tongue and reddish skin that was burning hot to the touch, and his nails, long enough to make it rather difficult for him to clasp the long leash in his fists, were sharp and black.

“The usual scum,” he replied.

You, on the other hand, were the embodiment of a goddess—a demon goddess destined to control the fires of Muspelheim. You were only one of many, blessed with both immortality and beauty. Truly the only physical trait you shared with the demon before you were your bright yellow eyes that turned red whenever you used your fire powers in any way. That… and the sharp canines that resembled the fangs of a vampire.

With your head tilted, you skimmed your eyes over what had gotten caught in the fire pit. And then you saw him. The raven-haired god with the sharp jawline and cheekbones to die for. Blue eyes bore into yours, his thin lips parting. He was sweating, on his knees, breathing heavily. He was stunning.

“Who is that?” Intrigued, you pointed at him. His eyes narrowed.

“That? Keeps rambling about being a god.”

You chuckled. “I figured this much.”

“I am a god!” He bellowed. Damn. His voice was sexy. Dark, smooth, like it was able to convince you to do almost anything. “I am Loki, the rightful king of Jötunheim and I demand—“

“Loki? You are an Asgardian god? How did you end up here?”

The demon gave you an annoyed huff. “I have no time for chit-chat. Time to say goodbye, god of whatever you are.”

Loki’s eyes widened. And for a good reason too. It would be a shame to turn that pretty face to ashes.

“Wait! I want to keep this one. Do with the others as you will.”

“You’ll stop bothering me then?” The demon growled. You winked at him when he grabbed Loki’s arm and dragged him towards you. The god stood, his expression both menacing and threatening. A smirk tugged at the corners of your red lips. Three, two, one…

A dagger materialised in his hand the very moment your eyes turned bright red. You leaned back almost casually when he drew back but just before the tip of the blade could penetrate your skin you breathed out a surge of fire, melting his weapon down.

Loki let go of it just before it could singe his skin. The shocked expression on his face was priceless.

“Cute. You’re gonna be a fun pet.”

“I am no one’s pet,” he growled, making you grin.

“That’s where you’re wrong. You are my pet now.” You paused, eying him up and down. He truly was nice to look at even despite all the sweat making that raven hair stick to his skin. “So… You’re a Frost Giant then? King of Jötunheim? You’re not going to like the heat around here. It’ll be difficult to keep you cool but we’ll figure something out. Come with me. Let me show you your new home.”

Still hostile and even more reluctant, Loki, much to your surprise, indeed followed you. He was smart. He probably knew that his usual tricks wouldn’t get him very far as of right now. He was observant, biding his time. You would have to be careful with this one—but you already knew exactly how to keep him in check.

Whatever he had expected to see in your so-called home, he appeared utterly confused by his surroundings. Your domain wasn’t exactly a palace but it was yours. There was no paint on the cave-like walls, no paintings or pictures that would have made the place more homely.

You had a queen-sized bed with pitch-black velvet bedsheets, a dressing table with a mirror and a dark purple velvet chair, and a wardrobe twice your size to store your personal items and clothes. Apart from that and the lit candles in the room hanging from a chandelier on the ceiling, it must have felt incredibly impersonal to him. Well, Muspelheim was not Asgard, after all. Odin had made sure of that.

Loki strutted further into the room, clearly suspicious of what he would be met with next while you rummaged through a drawer in your wardrobe. Soon, your fingers closed around the leather collar that you had once used for the shape-shifting creature you had kept as a pet in your childhood. You smiled to yourself. The leather was enchanted, it would block magic of any kind, including Loki’s seidr.

Quickly, you moved around him, slinging the collar around his neck. He spun around fast just when you clasped the collar shut and the metal locked in place, molten together in a way he would not be able to take it off himself. Something told you this was not the first time he had gotten collared, in what way, however, you were more than anticipated to find out. He did look like the type of god who got himself into trouble, after all.

“There we go. Nice and tight.” You winked at him, clearly fuelling his anger. Fuming, he clawed at the leather, attempting to pry it off to no avail. It was a fraction of a second later he realised.

You chuckled. “You didn’t honestly think I’d let you keep your magic, now did you? See, I know I am way more powerful in this realm than you are… but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid. I’m not going to fall asleep next to you knowing that you have the strength to kill me.”

“A pathetic collar is not going to stop me from doing just that.” He spat.

“We’ll see. Now get out of those clothes. They’re dirty. And you are in desperate need of a shower.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Take your clothes off,” you repeated slowly. “Let me take a proper look at you. I’m gonna see you naked sooner or later anyway and I will get you out of these clothes. Don’t make things difficult. I’m gonna treat you nicely if you behave.”

Loki growled. It was an almost animalistic sound that sent pleasant shivers up and down your spine—and a jolt of electricity to the spot right between your legs. You decided to wait another moment for him to comply but either way, you had no desire to rip those clothes off of him. You wanted him to obey you on his own accord—because he knew what’s good for him.

“No?” You asked when he just kept staring daggers at you instead. “Very well. You can sleep on the floor then. I’m not letting you into my bed like that. I might be a demoness but I do appreciate hygiene. The washing chambers are over there. There is no cold-water but judging by the way you smell, I wouldn’t recommend that anyway.”

“Lovely. Very charming.”

“You’ll get used to it.” You smirked at him. Knowing that Loki would be unable to do any harm with that collar on, you walked past him and sat down in front of your dressing table to remove your jewellery and accessories to get more comfortable for the night. Your fisher net gloves came off first, followed by your ruby drop earrings and your snake-shaped necklace. Intimidation was key—besides, you liked looking badass.

Curious as to what your new pet would do in the meantime, you watched him pacing back and forth through the mirror. The glances he kept giving you were delicious. You’d only love to find out what was going on in that pretty head of his. Perhaps in time, he’d even grow to love you. All pets did, eventually. Asgardian gods were no different than bloodthirsty wolves if you gave them love, food and kept them warm—or cold, in his case. There was one, crucial distinction though. Loki was a man. And there was nothing that would stop you from fucking him on every possible surface of your home sooner or later.

You chuckled when eventually, he gave in and strutted into the washing chambers, albeit not undressing right before you. You wondered how soon he would realise that he had no clean clothes to put on once he had taken that shower—and that without his magic, you were the only one who could help him out.

-

“Good morning,” you mused. He did look adorable asleep, like a vulnerable young man who had been through way too much. You wondered just what exactly that was.

Loki had been fighting sleep for hours. Evidently, he did not feel safe enough to close his eyes around you but eventually—and perhaps after he had realised that you had let him off the hook for the day—his worn-out body won the battle and he succumbed to sleep… even if he had done so on your dressing chair. Well, that would change soon enough.

What did Frost Giants slash Asgardians eat? Muspelheim hardly offered fresh fruit or vegetables. As a demoness, your diet mainly consisted of different kinds of meat which you sometimes ate raw too and the bitter weed that grew in the heat of the fire realm that you used for salads and garnish.

You didn’t know what Loki liked, so you went to get a bit of everything Muspelheim had to offer, returning to him with a selection of bread, bilgesnipe milk and various meat spreads. Sweets on the other hand were hard to get a hold of. Perhaps you’d find some at the market.

Loki glared at you as soon as his conscious mind had reminded him of where he was, and, much more importantly, what he was now.

“I doubt it was comfortable to sleep in a towel all night. I got you some trousers.” You said, handing him the pair. It was made of leather and would compliment his strong legs… and that gorgeous behind.

Loki furrowed his brows, taking them from you hesitantly. “Just trousers?”

“You won’t need any other clothes, pet.” You winked at him. “Besides, you’ll get hot around here eventually. Especially being a Frost Giant. You should thank me for not having to sweat through all those layers of clothing you arrived with here.”

“Where are they?” He snapped. “That was fine Asgardian leather!”

“Calm down. I’ve sent them away to be cleaned outside the city. You’ll get them back… at some point. If you behave,” you added quietly. Loki glared at you once more, the hostility radiating off of him like the surging fire in the pit.

He moved to put them on, presumably wanting to lock himself in your washing chambers to do so but this time, you were faster. Your patience was growing thin and your arousal kept growing. You wanted this man, wanted to taste every fibre of his being. You’d make him want you sooner or later too. For now, you would just have to show him what life with you would hold in store for him.

Grinning wickedly, you pulled away the towel before he had a chance to react. When he tried to reach for it, you burned it before his eyes, making him breathe out angrily. With his free hand, Loki attempted to cover up his private parts and failed rather comically.

Even if its flaccid form, his member was quite impressive. A little longer than average and just the perfect girth to wrap your hands around… or your mouth… or your warm and wet walls.

You took his hand in yours when he opened his mouth to protest, moving it away to take a proper look. He truly was a god. Grabbing his collar when he attempted to lunge at you, you heated the leather just enough to give him a warning. Not hot enough to hurt him but hot enough for him to hesitate.

“Loki…” You began sternly, “I have been really patient with you. But it’s about time you start obeying me. You should be grateful, you know. I took you in, saved you from being burned alive which, I can imagine, is one of the worst fates a Frost Giant can suffer, and I have been nothing but nice to you so far. Continue with this attitude and I promise you’ll get to know a different side of me.”

“It is unwise to threaten a god, demoness.”

“It is unwise to threaten a demoness, Loki”, you countered calmly. “And I expect you to call me ‘mistress’ when we are in public. In private… I’ll let you call me by my name… if you behave.”

“You never even told me your name.” He bellowed.

Smiling weakly, you gave it to him. There was a probability it was dangerous to give him your true name—names held power, after all. But he was yours and he was not going anywhere.

“Now be a good pet,” you continued. “I just wanna see what my new toy has to offer. Please?”

Smirking, you ran your fingertips over his soft member, the velvety skin making you bite your lower lip. He responded to your touch almost instantly. Loki groaned when you repeated the motion, watching him twitch until eventually, he started growing hard.

“There we go…” You murmured. You licked your lips now, eager to see him come undone for you. In the future, you’d make him earn his pleasure, you wanted him to know his place after all but for now… for now, you were almost desperate to see what he was like when he drowned in the sensations you made him experience.

“You will regret this.” He growled, his attempts to stifle his moans failing with every single stroke of yours that now followed. Working him up, your smirk grew wider when you noticed that Loki began to buck his hips unwillingly, seeking the blissful treatment you were bestowing upon him.

“Take… your… hands… off me…” He breathed out. You chuckled.

And then, he threw his head back, giving up all that control that he so desperately held on to. Perhaps it was in the heat of the moment, his body aching for your touches, realising that you were making him feel good even if his mind was fighting it.

His lips were parted, you could see his Adam’s apple bopping when he swallowed thickly. Watching him greedily, you sped up your movements. You reached for his balls with your other hand, massaging them gently. Loki’s moans grew louder until finally, tensing up, he came.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as his orgasm rippled through him and his hard throbbing members twitched in your grip. His seed came spurting out of the tip, staining both his bare stomach and your hand. You stopped your movements for a second, careful not to overstimulate him and far too mesmerised to do anything but observe this beautiful man during one of his most intimate moments.

And then, after a few more strokes to make sure you got every last drop out of him, you drew your hand away. You resisted the urge to lick your fingers clean and taste him. Another time. Instead, you wiped them with the small hand towel on your dressing table and then handed it to him so he could do the same.

“Did that feel good?” You mused. Oh, if looks could kill. Loki positively looked like he was about to murder you… or pounce on you. One of the two. Perhaps even both at the same time. You hummed contently. He would get the opportunity to do the latter soon enough.

“You can get dressed now… if you like.” You winked. “I brought you breakfast. I’m not sure what you normally like to eat so I brought a bit of everything.” Genuine surprise flew across his face when he noticed the jute bag full of food but only a fraction of a second later, his hostile demeanour returned.

“Well I’m not hungry”, he snapped.

Your expression faltered. There was something about the hatred in his voice that made your heart clench.

You cleared your throat, scaring the odd feeling in your chest away and motioned for him to follow you. “You might change your mind at the market?”

Right before he could step through the door, however, you stopped him and reached for the silver chain you had brought with you this morning. A silver chain that came with a hook on one end. A leash.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I can’t have you running away, now can I?”

“Know this. Once I have found a way to free myself, I will make you wish you had never been born.”

You knew better than to wait for Loki to move back and make things difficult for himself. With but a quick motion, you attached the leash to his collar and then eyed him up and down. He looked outrageously hot. Barefoot, with those tight leather trousers and shirtless, his raven hair falling over his shoulders and complimenting his pale skin, the leather colour around his neck, attached to the silver chain in your hands… and those reddened cheeks that were still flushed from his orgasm.

“Let’s go.”

You could tell he was about to protest once more, so you took the decision from him—this time. He would have to keep up with you anyway.

The building you dragged him through resembled an underground castle more than a place for demons and other humanoid creatures to live in. It wasn’t renovated or painted—instead, there were carved walls and a dirty ground, torches lighting the way and casting eerie shadows.

So when you stepped out into the light, Loki squinted. You smirked. Muspelheim’s sunlight was a little different from Asgard’s for sure. It was reddish more than anything—drowning everything in an orange hue. It was what you would consider a beautiful warm day. And it was hot. Hotter than what your new pet was probably used to.

The further you took him, the more Loki began to pant quietly. Another five minutes passed until he was covered in his own sweat. Stopping dead in your tracks, you eyed him up and down, concern washing over you. Well, you hadn’t expected him to succumb to the heat this fast.

“Are you okay?”

“You are walking me on a leash like a dog, half-naked,” he spat with narrowed eyes, “What do you think?”

“I meant the heat, Loki,” you replied warningly, “I don’t want you to faint on me.”

“As if you care.”

“Believe it or not, I do.” And that was the truth. You liked the hostile God of Mischief and all of his snarky comments—even if you wished he would trust you enough to know you wanted to keep him safe here.

“Come on. The market is that way. The merchants have awnings, you can recover from the sun underneath.”

You pulled at the leash when he refused to move, dragging him forward. You had to admit, it was both empowering and arousing to watch him in this compromising position.

The first couple of merchants sold things you didn’t really need. There were tools and other trinkets for home building, things that served no purpose if you didn’t have the intention to melt them all down to make your own stuff out of them.

You were much more interested in the food and the foreign artefacts. There was one seller in particular who always found the rarest things around Muspelheim—and he passed them on to others, in exchange for the right price.

Excited, you stopped in front of his stall, curious as to what he had on offer today. He greeted you briefly, avoiding exchanging more than a few necessary words with you. You sighed. They were all the same.

“Who is that then?” He suddenly asked, pointing at the man you had on the leash.

“That?” You grinned. “My new pet. His name is Loki.”

The merchant raised his eyebrows. “Nice to meet you, Loki. Got lucky, huh?”

“Lucky?” He repeated incredulously, yanking at the leash, almost costing you your balance.

“You would be dead by now if she hadn’t picked you up from the pit.” Loki frowned. But when he sought out your glance, you avoided him and instead pretended to be interested in the little snow globe on the table.

The God of Mischief turned away. A few moments of silence followed.

“Where did you get that?” You suddenly heard him say. “That book is from Asgard’s Royal Library.” He pointed at the book, a reproachful tone playing in his voice. You raised your eyebrows, curious to know what had caught his attention. It was an old book with a few ripped pages and a battered spine.

“You’d be surprised about how many things end up in this realm.”

Loki picked it up, studying the back of it briefly. Whatever it was, his eyes lit up like those of a kid setting eyes on a Yule tree for the first time.

You smiled. “Do you want it?”

Loki snapped his head in your direction, quite possibly looking for the catch. When he didn’t respond and merely stared at you, you sighed, retrieving the satchel on your left thigh.

“How much?”

“Ten gold pieces.”

“Ten? Are you having a laugh? Five!”

“Seven!” The merchant retorted. You rolled your eyes.

“Six. And you’ll also give me that lovely green bookmark over there.” You had noticed it before already—and you had a feeling Loki would like it. Besides, it would come in handy once he had that book in his possession.

“Fine,” he spat when you handed him the money. “Bloody outcasts…”

“I’d be careful if I were you. Have you not heard the rumours of me walking through walls? Would be a shame if I had to come visit you at night to slit your throat.”

The merchant turned pale. You glared at him, turning on your heel and tearing Loki with you, away from the stall.

-

Even though the days were short on Muspelheim at this time of the year, you knew you should head back home soon if you didn’t want Loki to suffer from a heatstroke even if he looked adorable with those flushed cheeks.

You had been showing him around the realm for hours, stopping for lunch and a break at the only cool water fountain there was. Loki had not missed a single opportunity to mock you and insult your intentions—but he had been grateful for the water.

Back in your living place, you took the leash off him, allowing him to roam the cave-like room freely. You could tell he was tired though. The heat had worn him out—it would take him a lot longer to get used to the temperatures in this hot realm. You would have to think of a solution. Perhaps you could even get him some ice. It was expensive, of course. In a world of fire like this, ice was a rarity and incredibly hard to source, sustain or even get hold of.

“You like to read and evidently, you like the taste of chocolate”, you started. “How is beyond my understanding, that sweet stuff is disgusting but you do. Tell me more about you, Loki. What was it like to grow up on Asgard?”

“It was dull and disappointing. Outsiders are not exactly welcome in this realm.” He responded. You raised your eyebrows. Was he referring to himself? He was a prince. Son of the mighty Odin. You didn’t like the bearded Allfather but at least he kept the nine realms in check.

“I am going to get washed,” he announced then, disappearing into the washing chambers. You considered joining him for a moment but, given the attitude he still met you with, perhaps you should take things slowly.

In any case, he had enjoyed how you had played with him today even if you were very well aware that he would never admit it. And his reactions… so very sweet. He looked adorable when he fought to remain in control only to give in eventually once he had realised that it was pointless to resist, pointless to struggle… that you had only wanted to make him feel good.

The time would come when you would ask for something in return. First, you had to make him grow used to you though—just like a real pet.

“You could at least make it comfortable,” he complained when he stepped out of the washing chambers again, all the sweat from the day washed off of his body. Today, he didn’t hesitate. Almost superciliously, he strutted towards the bed and made himself comfortable. Granted, you had been occupying the dressing table, still, you were quite surprised that he had given up the protest about his sleeping situation so soon.

“It’s a leather collar, it should be comfortable. Why? Is it irritating your skin?” Frowning, stood and joined him on the bed, leaning in closer to inspect his throat. Your fingers ghosted over the soft material.

“Now don’t act like you care.”

Your gaze softened. “Loki… you’re my pet. Of course I care.”

“I’m not your pet,” he growled.

“The longer you are in denial, the harder you are making this for yourself.”

Loki shot you a menacing look. For a second, it was utterly still.

“Why did he call you an outcast? The merchant?” He suddenly asked then.

You looked away from him, avoiding his curious glance. “None of your business, that’s why.” You paused. “Let me put some cream on.”

You took a deep breath before climbing out of the bed to retrieve the medicine. Much to your surprise, Loki stayed put. You sat back down on him, leaning forward and screwing off the metal lid.

The cream was cool, it would soothe his skin overnight. Loki was watching your every move like a hawk—but he didn’t object.

“Better?” You asked once you were finished.

When he nodded, you smiled triumphantly. You set the cream aside, blew out the candle on your bedside table to drown you both in complete darkness and cuddled up to him. You could practically feel him tense up but when he realised that you were just getting comfortable to sleep—and, evidently, would use him as a pillow—he actually began to relax.

You smiled. Perhaps there was hope he’d come to enjoy his new life with you after all.

-

Loki was still asleep when you woke up the next day. And even in his sleep, he didn’t quite seem to be able to shake off his constant unease and vigilance. You did not doubt for a second that if you were to attack him, he would strike back in an instant—and you were sure he was aware of that too.

Careful, as to not wake him, you crawled out of bed and disappeared into your washing chambers to run yourself a nice hot bath. It was lovely… knowing that there was someone outside of the room, someone you could say “Good Morning” to. Smiling to yourself, you climbed into the stone tub once it had filled up—it was almost boiling, the perfect temperature for you, and sank back into the soothing warmth enveloping you.

Loki was without a doubt one of the most fascinating beings you had ever encountered. And now he was yours… all yours. With a sigh, you slid your hand between your legs, closing your eyes and picturing his face when he had come undone for you on your dressing chair. You recalled how hard and soft at the very same time his velvety skin had felt when you had jerked him off, remembered his heavy breathing and those delicious sounds he had made.

Your middle finger circled your clit, working yourself up until you grew wet. It was then you heard movement outside the washing chambers, sheets ruffling and then, footsteps nearing you.

Your face did not move a muscle when Loki stepped inside, his blue eyes instantly taking in your naked from submerged in the water. You had had to force yourself to move your hand away from your aroused cunt.

“Sleep well?” You asked, the corners of your mouth twitching. Loki did not answer. Instead, he strutted further into the room as if he owned the place, swallowing thickly the longer he blatantly stared at your exposed body.

“Would you like to join me? I’ll make sure to cool the water down so it’s comfortable for you?” You offered.

Loki scoffed in response. “No.” Instead, he opened up the heavy metal tab and began to wash his face. You chuckled. He sure was resisting his own pleasure. Unfazed, you stood in the tub. The warm air around you dried your skin almost immediately.

“Would you mind handing me a towel, pet?” You asked when he stood straight, noticing your change of position. He took a deep and sharp breath in, his eyes taking in every single inch of you… there was lust sparkling in them.

And then, much to your surprise, he did what you had asked him to do.

“Thank you. “ You gave him a genuine smile. “I was gonna go on a quest today to find you some ice. There’s got to be some way to keep it from melting.”

“I could make sure of it if I had my magic back.”

“Nice try, Trickster. But that’s not happening any time soon.” Drying yourself off, you stepped out of the tub. Loki did not move an inch out of the way.

“So?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “Did you sleep well?”

Unceremoniously, you let the towel drop, eyes locked with his. Loki swallowed once more, apparently determined to win the stare-down contest.

“I preferred the bed over the chair,” he finally said, making you smile.

“Hmm…” You took a step closer, cupping him. He breathed out, lips parted in a way there was no doubt he was anticipating whatever you’d do next.

“I want you to sleep with me, Loki. Let me fuck you.” You purred. Loki tensed up, his cock twitching against your palm. You grinned. Oh, he liked the dirty talk? You would give him dirty talk.

“I know you enjoyed what I did to you. The way I made you feel. You know what I am capable of and I have seen the way you look at my naked body. There is a part of you that wants this… that wants me. Don’t you want to feel it? My cunt clenching around your cock while you’re buried deep inside of me, milking you? Let me fuck you, Loki… please…” You repeated. You almost, almost, sounded innocent.

Loki was breathing heavily at this point, making you chuckle. As much as he resisted, it was surprisingly easy to get him all worked up. The sexual tension was tangible. Physically, you were more than just compatible and both his and your nature were urging you both on to act on the growing arousal between you.

Finally, you closed the remaining distance between you two and wrapped your hands around his neck to pull him close. Your lips came crashing down on his, luring him into a seductive kiss. It was the moment he reciprocated, moaning into your mouth, that you knew you had won.

Loki stood there almost paralysed when you began to tease his lower lip with your tongue, demanding entrance. His hands came up to take a hold of your naked waist when you deepened the kiss with your eyes closed, bathing in how the God of Mischief made you feel.

“Bed…” You breathed out against his lips, burying your hands in his hair and, not once breaking the kiss, dragged him back to bed where you pushed him back so you could crawl on top of him, straddling him.

The leather collar around his neck made you wanna pounce on him all the while he was looking up at you with those blue eyes full of longing and desire. He was covered in sweat already—you knew it was due to the warmth in this realm and yet, you’d take a wild guess he was feeling hot for entirely different reasons right now.

Grinning down at him almost devilishly, you moved your palms all over his exposed chest, feeling his muscles dance underneath your touch. You undid his trousers once you reached the hem of the fabric, slowly pulling them down just enough to reveal his hardening length.

He twitched when your fingertips brushed against him, only this time he would feel a lot more than just the skin of your palms.

You hummed at him, stroking him gently a couple of times. You were soaked—both from your solo fun in the bathtub earlier as well as the pending promise of getting to make this man underneath you yours.

Once he was hard and your fingers were coated with his precum, you grabbed a hold of his wrist and held them down to the sides of his head. He could break free, of course—you were not going to underestimate his physical strength—as for right now, however, he didn’t quite seem to want to get away from you; and that filled you with even more lust.

You kissed him again, almost devouring him on the spot all the while your slick lips kept brushing against his hard length. You were careful, yet impatient at the same time when you sat down on him slowly, impaling yourself on his cock until you had him sheathed deep inside of you.

It was like your bodies were made for one another. Moaning, you broke the kiss and threw your head back, enjoying the feeling of being joined with him before you started riding him like there was no tomorrow. There was no room for tenderness, no room for taking things slow.

You wanted Loki so much it almost physically hurt. This was savage, ruthless fucking, taking pleasure from your pet and rewarding him by returning the favour. Meanwhile, Loki’s gaze was fixed on your bouncing breasts. His pleasured grunts turned you on even more as you watched his hands curling into fists and when his eyes met yours, something inside both of you snapped.

This was right. This was unlike any sexual experience you had had before this. Circling your hips, you kept fucking him hard, right until the first whispers left his gorgeous lips. He was begging.

“Yes… please… don’t stop… don’t… stop…”

You had absolutely no intention of doing so and you could tell he was getting close fast—but so were you. Being on top and in utter control, you knew exactly how to angle yourself to have his cock hit all the right pleasure spots. But, before you were going to give him his release, you wanted more.

“Touch me, Loki…” You let go of his hands, not thinking twice about him obeying you just this once. And he did. Loki appeared to be almost in a trance when he reached out for one of your breasts, kneading it diligently. You whimpered when his thumb began playing with your nipple, his free hand sneaking down to where your bodies were joined to seek out your clit.

Of course he knew exactly what brought a woman the most pleasure down there. Who knew how many women he had brought joy before you but that did not matter anymore—he was all yours now.

Urging him on, your moans grew louder the more he massaged your sensitive bundle of nerves, figuring out quickly what you enjoyed. The closer you tumbled towards your orgasm, the louder Loki was panting, close to finding his own release.

“Don’t you… dare… cum before me…” You breathed out. By now, he was thrusting up to meet your frantic fucking, eager for the pleasure sparking between you to reach its peak.

“Oh… yes, don’t stop… please… Loki… don’t stop! I’m gonna… oh… shit…” You fell. Into the abyss, into utter darkness and light both at the same time. Your climax held you in its steel grip, making you clench around Loki’s cock, milking him for all he was worth. You kept riding him nonetheless, almost desperate to reward him for his obedience. Moving his hand away from your clit, you intertwined your fingers with his, leaning over him and looking him deeply in the eye.

“Cum for me, Loki…” You whispered, hungry to see him come undone for you again. Loki obeyed for the second time today. He closed his eyes, pressing his head into the pillow and exposing his collared neck to you as he came, his cock twitching against your walls, filling you up with his seed.

With but a couple more thrusts, you allowed him to ride out his orgasm and then collapsed on top of him, using his chest as a pillow and listening to his rapid heartbeat.

-

The next couple of days were filled with surprisingly pleasant silence, sex, getting used to one another’s presence and more sex. Loki was now… less hostile towards you, even though that did not stop him from making snarky remarks and as usual, making things difficult for himself. But whenever the two of you made passionate love, he was putty in your hands, eager to please you and desperate to find relief.

You had managed to elicit a few more details about himself even though for the most part, your pet was still a mystery to you. You decided it would add to the thrill. You quite liked his mischief and his spirit. There was, however, part of you, that longed for him to trust you fully, to acknowledge you were going to care for him. At times, Loki still looked at you like you were going to stab him in the back one day.

What was a lot more concerning, however, was how quickly he heated up every day. Drenched in sweat, he’d return to your home exhausted and panting—he just refused to admit it, still looking for a way out.

You had spoken to some demons at the market and one of you had guaranteed to find you ice that could be jinxed with seidr by a powerful witch from Anaheim so it would not melt in the heat of Muspelheim.

Loki only glared at you when you attached the leash to his collar and led him outside after the demon had contacted you again. You made sure that your pet could stand in the shade, protected from the sun.

“Thirty-thousand,” the demon said. “Ten-thousand as a deposit now so I know you can pay me in full.”

You almost choked. “Thirty-thousand? Have you lost your mind?” Hesitating, you took a glance at Loki who was already a sweating mess again. No. There was no way you could let him suffer like this day in and out. You sighed.

“Fine. But if you are screwing me over, I will make you wish you had never been born, is that understood? I expect this spell to work and to get quality wares for this price.” You snapped. You could practically feel Loki frown at you.

“It’s not melted yet, has it?” The demon nodded and when he turned away to move the handcart towards you, you pulled out the highest number of gold coins you had ever spent out of your satchel. This was your savings, almost all of it. The remaining twenty-thousand you would have to find a different solution for.

“You are hardly rich. This is a ridiculous amount of gold to spend on something as simple as ice,” Loki said matter-of-factly. You sighed once more, paying the demon and gently tugging at Loki’s leash so he’d follow you.

“I know. But this is Muspelheim. I am glad they could locate a witch to cast a spell over it in the first place. And if that’s the price I’ll have to pay to keep you cool and comfortable, I will do so.”

Loki’s frown deepened.

“Help me with the cart, will you? It’s heavy.” Too stunned to speak, so it seemed, Loki nodded and started pulling it along with him, returning to your living quarters.

Once you were back, you shivered when you touched the ice with your bare hands. “Such a fine line between life and death,” you said, chuckling. Loki said nothing in response, instead simply sat down on the pile and let out a breath of relief.

“Will you be fine with this?”

“It will keep me alive.” Your heart clenched. He could have said “Thank you” at least.

“You’re welcome, pet. But I’m afraid the ice will have to stay out of bed. The cold doesn’t favour my body just like the heat doesn’t favour yours.”

“It would make for a fair exchange.” He mocked.

As if to make a point, you took off your shirt, embracing the warmth and revealing your naked chest to him. His eyes darkened.

“It’s getting late. Help yourself to some bread and meat.” You sighed. “I’m getting ready for bed.”

Loki’s gaze, however, was still fixed on you, making you smirk. “Unless you’re hungry for something else?”

Biting your lower lip, you watched him swallow and reached for the leash to pull him close to you. His skin was cold from sitting on the ice, yet it seemed for the moment he was more than just willing to part with it for a little while.

Still smirking, you pushed him down on the bed, ignoring his mumbled protests. Your skirt came in handy today, especially because there was no need for underwear in a warm realm with no winds. You climbed atop of him, hovering your cunt right above his face.

Your dominant glance was all you needed to communicate to him what you wanted. And with Loki glancing at your pussy hungrily and licking his lips, your felt yourself growing wet already.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” he hissed.

“Yes what?”

Loki growled. “Yes… mistress.” He added reluctantly.

Smiling triumphantly, you sat down on his face, letting his tongue dart out to taste you. His lips felt like Valhalla on you, even more so when he wrapped them around your clit and started suckling on it. He ate you out like you were his last meal, like you were the best thing he had ever tasted in his whole life. Perhaps you were. Perhaps he was quite fond of you after all. During sex, it sure did feel like it.

Rocking your hips to create more friction, you buried your fingers in his raven hair, urging him on. Loki fucked you with his tongue, pampered your sensitive nub, lapped up your juices thirstily. He had you on the brink of orgasm in no time.

Digging his fingers into your butt cheeks, he almost appeared in a frenzy—so much that when you wanted to lift yourself up to let him breathe properly for a moment, he held you down like a starved vampire.

Loki moaned when you came on his tongue, drinking you up eagerly. Pleasure washed over you like liquid fire, numbing your senses, your cunt pulsing against his mouth. Loki made sure to swallow every drop of arousal you offered him, helping you ride out the wave of lust until it had faded away entirely.

It was only then he allowed you to get off his face so you came to sit on his lap. You pulled him into a sitting position, right into your arms. Your gaze was so full of love for him that there was no way in the nine realms he did not realise how you felt towards him.

“Your turn,” you then said with a wink. Loki leaned back again and, for the first time since you had taken him in, smirked at you. It was an invitation, a challenge. And you were not going to miss out on it.

Returning his smirk, you moved down to remove his trousers when suddenly, there was a blood-curling scream right outside your living quarters. Alarmed, you jumped up.

“What was that?” Loki asked.

You shook your head. “I have no idea. Stay here.”

Not caring about your nakedness, you made your way over to the entrance and peeked outside. Chaos. Utter chaos. Fire, smoke—more than usual—and high-ranked demons running amok with machetes and swords in hand, sliding other demons’ throats. Your eyes widened.

You had never seen such high-ranked demons around this part of Muspelheim before. Not since…

Breathing in sharply, you stopped one of the demons you regularly bought goods from at the market.

“What are they doing here? What is happening?”

“They’re cleansing the realm from lower life forms. You’ll be among the first, outcast.” You tensed up, flinching when you felt Loki’s presence behind you.

“I told you to stay where you are,” you hissed. Stomping past him, you got dressed and then frantically looked around your place. Your most meaningful belongings would have to do. For now, you had to flee. Quickly, you started packing. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…

“You are not a demon…” You suddenly heard someone say through gritted teeth.

“I can assure you I am much more powerful than a mere demon,” Loki responded threateningly.

“Loki, no!”

“Oh, I am certain you will burn all the faster then. How powerful can you be if you’re kept on a leash like a dog?”

Dropping your bag, you sprinted towards him just when the demon conjured up a wave of flames. Loki covered his face, stumbling back and dropping to the ground.

“Loki!” Panicked, you rushed over to him. Much to your relief, once the fire dissolved into thin air, he appeared unharmed for the most part—that was until you saw his forearms were burnt badly. And it was not the only damage the demon had done.

Loki’s collar had come off. Your lips parted. Now he would leave you too. And if he was anything like what you expected him to be, he would take revenge and kill you before those high-ranked demons got a chance to do so. But at least he had his seidr back and would make it out of here alive.

“Outcast…” The demon spat when he spotted you. Weapon drawn, he approached you with fast steps, ready to slit your throat. You ducked away, escaping the blade by mere inches and bumping into Loki who was already on his feet again. But before you could fight back and attempt murder yourself, the God of Mischief wrapped his arms around your middle and turned you both around.

Next thing you knew, you were tossed through a portal shimmering in different shades of green. Ice cold air enveloped you, the both of you hitting the hard ground. It took you a moment to realise that you had landed in the snow.

Panicking, you stood back up, brushing the snow from your body. The sudden change of temperature came like a shock to your body. Shaking like leaves in the wind, you looked around. You were not on Muspelheim anymore. This… this was a realm of ice.

“W-where are we? Did you bring us here?”

Loki was entirely unfazed by the cold. He nodded. “This is Jötunheim.”

“Jötunheim? I will be dead before sunrise!”

“It is in fact daytime,” he mocked, watching you panic before him. “I’d expect a little more gratitude,” he said then. “I just saved your life.”

You clenched your fists. “Gratitude? I could have killed him, Loki, you were the one who was useless before he melted off your collar.”

“And who put the collar on me?” He snapped, his loud voice echoing through the cold air. Daggers materialised in his hands, not because he meant to attack you but to intimidate you. You scoffed. You knew it was stupid of you to use your powers now that you were in a realm of ice, for you would need them to stay warm for as long as possible—but this was to prove a point.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you breathed out a surge of fire. This time, however, Loki didn’t even flinch away. He smirked when you realised that his weapons were still intact.

“Heat resistant blade. I am not making the same mistake twice.” He had barely spoken the words in full before he backed you up against the bottom of a cliff, pressing you against the frozen rock.

“Oh, how the tables have turned, no?” Loki chuckled, grabbing a hold of your chin to force you to look up at him. You swallowed thickly.

“You’ll leave me out here to die now,” you concluded bitterly. Much to your surprise, however, Loki frowned at you.

“I will do no such thing. In the end, I suppose you did keep me alive in his hellhole. Letting you keep your life in return would only be just. And I have grown to enjoy the physical aspect of our little… arrangement.” Loki chuckled when you didn’t know how to respond. “You did not truly think you could make me your pet, now did you, demoness? In fact…” He grinned. “It appears you are my pet now.”

You shivered. Whether it was from the cold or Loki’s threat… or promise… you were unsure.

“The higher-ranked demons tried to kill you. Why?” He asked then, tilting his head. “They kept calling you an outcast.”

You sighed, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm. There was no point keeping it from him anymore now.

“Because I didn’t conform to the rules of the society those demons have created centuries back. I don’t want to be a pet to a higher-ranked demon, a brainless wife who spends her days pleasing her husband… or work myself to death for them. My reputation sank until no other demon wanted anything to do with me anymore. When the council gave me one last chance by offering me a place in a harem for a council member, I refused and I was cast out. According to the greater population of Muspelheim, I no longer belong to society.” You paused, glaring at him. “Are you happy now?”

“So you decided to enslave others yourself? By keeping me? You have no idea what I am capable of, pet. I warned you back then. I warned you not to get on my bad side and yet here we are now.”

“I didn’t seem to be on your bad side only an hour ago, with my cunt on your face.” You spat.

Loki’s expression darkened, his entire demeanour changing.

“Kneel.” He demanded.

Your heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“Kneel before me.” His tone allowed for no contradiction and strangely… you found yourself compelled to do as you were told. You were at his mercy now. He was right. The tables had turned and he now held your life in his hands.

Angry at yourself because of the tears forming in your eyes, you sank to the cold ground, your knees burning as soon as the ice came in contact with your bare skin.

“I treated you well,” you pressed out. “When we slept together I believed you don’t despise me as much as you pretended you do.”

“I don’t.” Surprised, you looked up at him.

“I felt lonely. When I saw you… in the pit… it was almost like I found a missing puzzle piece. I was enamoured with you, p-… Loki. I will not apologise for making you mine.”

“You did make me yours,” he whispered in response. You frowned. W-what? “I told you I quite enjoyed the physical aspect of your idiotic demonstration of power over me.”

“Don’t make it out like I’m weak!” You hadn’t imagined it then. Loki did feel something for you, regardless of whether that was purely physical or… or more.

“You are weak here, pet. This is my birth realm. You are a helpless little demoness who should be begging me to take care of her.” Loki paused, struggling with himself. “In any case… I would like to uphold that part of our arrangement. Only now the roles are reversed. As it should be.”

A sob escaped your lips. The cold was beginning to take a toll on you, clawing at you. It felt like the icy air was attempting to scrape your skin right off of you, tearing you further to the cold ground. And then, suddenly… peace. No pain, no discomfort… only the unbearable cold.

“W-what…”

“I cast a spell that will keep you warm enough to keep you from perishing in this realm. Come on now. We need to find shelter. It’s a long journey to the palace.”

“Palace?” You were still processing his words. A spell… he was keeping you warm, keeping you from dying… you bit your lower lip.

“Oh, have you forgotten?” Loki smirked mischievously. “I am the rightful king of Jötunheim. And you, my pet, will come to enjoy your new life here. Sooner or later.”

You gasped for air when a presumably heat-resistant collar materialised around your neck, attached to a leash whose other end he was holding.

-

A/N: If you enjoyed this story, I would appreciate it so much if you supported me on Kofi! ko-fi.com/sserpente ♥

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Hi Gina! I was looking for to read some long fics, and I realised I've read all the fics in your three long fics recs (clearly I read too much, but eh). So I was wondering if you could share some of your long fics from this year? Or if you've re-read any old favs recently and wanna share those?

Thanks a lot!

Ooooh, Ami. Bless you. This is the kind of ask I love. Sadly I don't have a ton, most of the fics I've liked lately are really short, but here are some long fics I've loved in 2021.

The Serpent and the Lion by louiseparker (E, 212K) Despite the fact that I have zero interest in Harry Potter, I was pulled into this immediately and read all 200+K in two days. The author does a wonderful job of creating a nuanced OT5 friendship, writes great dialogue, and draws a intricate picture of life at Hogwartz. Most of all, I loved the use of flashbacks to tell the story, the deeply layered characterization of Harry, and how wonderfully he and Louis fit together and brought out the best in each other. I’m so happy I found this one.

somewhere in between lightning by jassy117, nauticalleeds, shiningdistractionwrites / @nauticalleeds @shiningdistrction (E, 100K) SO, I don't know what took me so long to read this one, but I just finished it last night and it was so much fun. It's lighthearted and sexy and satisfying. I loved the way the authors used flashbacks in a really organic way to fill in the backstory.

of the divine by @thedevilinmybrain (Mixed ratings, 2-part series, 104K) Oh my god. This series. I cried buckets. It’s so beautifully written. The sex scenes are so tender and sexy, but in such a pure way. Their relationship is so good… you can totally feel how much they love each other, the climactic scene OH MY GOD so intense. It’s also got great zouis friendship and a very sweet narry friendship. Tender punk Louis and guardian angel Harry. Read it.

But If This Ends by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense (E, 107K) This author referred to this fic as their “depressed vampire” fic while they were writing, and it is that. But it’s also a unique story with beautifully fleshed out characters, plot twists, and super hot smut. Go check it out!

and i'm weeping warm honey and milk (that you stay surrounding me) by FangirlFlailings/ @wooltobravetheseason (M, 78K) This fic digs deep into therapy and recovery from PTSD and anxiety. It included everything from great Ot5 friendship, great side Ziam, coming out, commitment phobic Harry, and of course, vulnerable Louis. I really enjoyed this one.

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Interviews - Henry Cavill x wife/actress reader

Summary: You and Henry have been married for a couple years now, and when you’re both part of the Witcher cast, fun interviews are to be had.

Warning: nothing but a good time, btw I’ve never written anything like this so I hope it’s good enough that I might feel motivated to write more

-Readers Witcher character is loosely based off my Geralt fic from here (just a little self promotion), but in this case you play a full vampire in this Witcher universe

The days have been long and grueling, filming hours upon hours of stunts and regular acting had taken its toll. Not to mention the countless times in hair and make up paired with costume changes and traveling to film on certain locations.

To say being apart of Netflix’s The Witcher was full of tiring days and some accidental bruises would be a huge understatement. But none of that mattered, nor did you bother to complain when through the thick and thin of it all did you have Henry with you along the way. And your favorite big slobbery bear, Kal whenever he was allowed on set.

Fortunately for you in the beginning of all the craziness, the casting and writers had wanted you specifically for the part of Y/C/N in the new series before Henry even auditioned for the role of Geralt, that was soon given to him after you accepted your fresh role of vampiric heroine.

It was ironically strange in a good way, you had watched your dork of a husband play the Witcher: Wild Hunt a few times before, eventually learning of what Geralt of Rivia was, who Y/C/N was in the story, who Yennefer and Ciri were, Tris and even Jaskier.

Who would have thought that you’d finally get to snag a role side by side with Henry in quite literally one of the most fantastic shows you’ve ever heard of. You didn’t even need to see the show yet to know how well it was most likely to be reviewed. Being a key character in the grand storyline was enough to convince you of how amazing it would most certainly turn out in the finished product.

And after all was said and done, you couldn’t believe how well loved and popular the show truly became in the following months after shooting and its eventual release onto Netflix. The after parties and cast celebrations truly made you blessedly grateful for pulling through to the vary end.

Then again you had your mans Henry by your side every step of the way. He was your rock and you were most definitely his. You know life on set would have been far less entertaining and dreadfully long if not for the lovely company of your dear Witcher, Henry. And so far after the fact, you and a good portion of the cast have been placed in random interviews for the majority of the day.

Reason being, The Witcher has at long last finally premiered and as per usual the people and media live for those cast interviews that always reveal some interesting events. So far this morning you’ve done some interviews with Anya that have gone perfectly fine since the two of you seem to click so well.

Also it helps ease the anxiety of your fellow newer cast mates to the world of continuous interviews with an experienced veteran actor like yourself, who’s gone round the ring more times then you can count. Though you can’t help but wonder how Henry’s doing, considering you’ve been separated since the sessions began at 10am, you’ve had lunch and now it’s about 1 in the afternoon with more hours to go.

Luckily for you, you’ve just been informed of another interview with the man of the hour himself. Saying your goodbyes and well wishes to your fellow cast mates, you stand and follow the guide into the advised place. Aka some really nice hotel room that’s been done up real nice for efficient interviewing, complete with the Witcher insignia on a large background poster and three chairs that happen to look rather comfy.

The camera and sound people nod in acknowledgment as you walk in, you nod back no doubt making their day with your friendliness and adorable smile that quite literally lights up a room. Soon you spot the bubbly yet nervous interviewee who instantly welcomes you into her space like you’re an old friend.

You sit, a bit confused as to where your partner happens to be at the moment, the interviewer, Lauren makes small talk before a door opens and her big bright doe eyes go wide in nervous excitement. A telling smile upon her face as she shifts in her chair before looking back to you again with a happy grin.

Henry says a quick hello to the behind the scenes crew before waving to Lauren, you smirk while watching him get comfortable next to you, “Well, well, well. Get lost on your way up, you know they have guides for a reason.” You tease as he chuckles at your humorous jab, relieved to see you again after a couple hours apart.

“Traffic.” He quips with a shrug.

“Uh huh.” You mutter with a shake of your head before drawing your attention back to Laura, “Can’t take him anywhere I swear, he does this all the time.”

She laughs as Henry pretends to gasp at your teasing, you chuckle along with them before she finally collects herself, “Well, welcome back to London. It’s fantastic to have you both in town once again, and your big beautiful faces all over Leicester Square.”

You both laugh, “Right.” Says Henry, “I guess we do look pretty cool.”

“Hell yeah, I mean where else can I see myself with a giant sword on a building? And anyways look at this beautiful mug,” You say gently squeezing Henry’s cheeks in your hand, “he’s literally killing it out there.” They laugh as you give Hen another playful squeeze before letting go and setting your arm against the chairs cushioned armrest. 

“Alight let’s start.” She says enthusiastically before glancing down at her cards then back up to you and Henry. Then into one of the two the cameras, “Hi I’m Lauren from Entertainment Weekly and today we’re here with the two stars of Netflix’s The Witcher.” She says enthusiastically while giving a nod to you two, indicating that the camera is now focused on you both, “Henry Cavill and Y/N Cavill.”

You both smile in acknowledgment as Henry gives a slight nod, “How you doing?”

“I’m great,” She beams, “So, I’ll get right into it, what do you like most about the story? What really drew you into the script that made you say, yes this is going to be awesome?”

Slapping a hand against Henry’s muscular leg, you hum, “I’ll let Hen take this one he’s a real expert on the linguistics of the whole show.”

“Thanks Y/N/N.” Replies Henry, bemused that you’re making him take the first question.

You nod to him knowingly with a smirk, “Of course.” Knowing how much he loves to talk about the show and also because you’d rather have him use his energy to talk about it then do that yourself. Priorities, right, though in your defense it’s been a long day.

“Well I absolutely love the games and the books themselves are phenomenal works of literature.” He explains, his face glowing with that usual glimmer of excitement in his eyes, “The story and the world of the Witcher is just so rich and full of potential that when I signed on for the show, I immediately knew it would be amazing, no doubt.”

You lean into the arm of you chair, “And of course I was there so that’s always a bonus.”

“That too.” He smiles adorably, “That too of course.”

Lauren smiles, “Great. So, what was it like working together, how was it having your characters interact with one another?”

You smile, setting a hand against Henry’s forearm, “This guy right here.” You deadpan before waving him off dramatically, “So annoying, my god he whined all the time and he was such a drama queen dear lord so ugh....” You start cackling before you can even finish the sentence causing Henry to loose it as well and with that the interviewer.

Shaking your head you rest your hand against his shoulder, “I joke, he was a gem to work with as usual...I mean I feel incredibly blessed to be able to act alongside my husband for months and months every single day. It’s a rarity in this line of work and I’m grateful to have shared this experience...and I guess more so this whole adventure with him as well.”

The interviewer aww’s as Henry tilts his head to lean into your hand that’s still resting atop his shoulder before pulling away just as quickly, the intimate sentiment not going unnoticed by you or Lauren who looks to be enjoying your loving yet calm energy with one another. “That’s so sweet, what about you Henry?”

“Oh yes absolutely,” Agrees Henry to your recent statement, “not only did I have her by my side through it all but the dynamic of our characters interacting together was so fun to shoot. I think the audience will really be able to see their relationship grow on screen into something strong and beautiful like in the books.”

Slow clapping you give him a curt nod of approval, “Well said.”

Lauren smirks, “Seems like it. Well, I was able to catch the premier yesterday and I gotta say...it was fantastic! I couldn’t believe how diffident the two of you looked from how you are now.” She gushes enthusiastically.

The corners of Henry’s lips curl into a proud smile for the fellow crew of the Witcher’s, “Oh that’s great then, honestly we gotta give all the props to the costume and makeup team, they’re so talented and know how to make us look like real badasses.” He adds.

You nod in agreement before grinning at a positive memory of your first interaction with Henry as Geralt, “Oh for sure, I remember during the early stages of production when our characters met each other for the first time, before this we came to set together but went separate ways to shoot our own stuff in the meantime so I never got a real look at him.” You recall with a bright smile as Henry watches your every move, beaming just the same.

“It was so funny, I was in the tent with Freya Allen, the wonderful girl who plays Ciri, and then suddenly her eyes got all big and nervous and I was like, that’s not me right? Something weird didn’t just happen with my costume? And then I turned around to find this man, wig on, face a mess, and his eyes looked so fearsome and different...it was a bit startling.” You say with a chuckle, “I clearly wasn’t expecting to see Geralt right then and there. He just looked so unlike Henry.”

“Yeah, I was almost hurt.” Laughs Henry, “She had to like squint and make sure it was me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shrug, “He had some real creepy looking colored contacts, yunno?”

Henry fake scoffs, “You’re one to talk, I mean when I first say her, Y/N’s eyes were red and she had fake blood spattered all over her face and shirt. Oh, and not to mention those fangs they put on your teeth...we probably traumatized poor Freya that day.”

“Oh shit you’re right!” You exclaim with a snort of concealed laughter, “God I completely forgot about how I looked...now since I think about it, I did that a lot too. I would just walk up to people and be completely oblivious as to what kind of nightmare I looked like, honestly I might have scared one of our producers a couple of times.” You add with a half nervous laugh, it’s true, you did scare some of the crew unintentionally. Most of the time.

Lauren lightly chuckles, “That sounds like you were quite the sight to see then.” She says before glancing back down at her notes, “Alright I have’ta ask, is there anything that you two took home with you from set?”

“Besides Henry every night,” He holds back a laugh while covering his mouth as you nonchalantly continue, “Uh, yes actually I got to take home Y/C/N’s wolf ring that I loved so much and just thought was the coolist thing ever and....uh, I might have stolen some socks too.”

“So that’s why after filming the amount of socks of yours I had to fold increased?” Wonders Henry with a surprised snort of realization.

Turning your head to give him a “no shit” kinda look, you look back at Lauren, pointing your thumb at Henry, “Master sleuth right here, but hey, he folds my laundry.”

“Aw that’s great.” Adds Lauren with a smile before turning her attention to Henry, “What about you Henry? Take anything from set?”

“More then Y/N did actually...”

“He just about took the whole makeup trailer most nights, I swear.”

Henry chuckles, “That. Is true.” He agrees with a nod, “Interesting enough, at home I’ve got Geralt’s armor hung up in our living room and a multitude of other nicknacks that I’ve collected during filming.” He adds, glancing over to you, “So uh, yeah, we were fairly lucky to be able to snag what we could.”

Lauren smiles, absentmindedly shuffling her cards, “That’s awesome to have such special memorabilia, you guys really are fortunate.” She adds before reading off from another card, “Alright you two, care to play a game called guess the image? Witcher style.”

Your face perks up at this, you’re a sucker for interview games and Henry knows it, “Are you reading my mind or something, I have been waiting all day for someone to ask about playing a game.” You gush rather enthusiastically. 

He smiles at your adorableness and how excited you’ve just become, Lauren grins, happy that her suggestion has been so well received, “Okay so how it works is, I’ll show you an image on my iPad and then you have to guess who or what I’m showing you.”

“Oh, cool I’ve heard of this,” You reply, turning to Henry with a smirk, “Loser has to clean Kal’s yard poop for a week.”

Rolling his gorgeous blue eyes he chuckles, “You’re on.”

“Alright, the stakes are high, you two ready?” Beams Lauren, holding her iPad to her chest as she awaits an answer.

“Yes, I’m ready to kick his ass.” You quip, leaning an arm against your chair while Henry does about the same, though he does his best to contain his laughter.

“Okay, first image.” She holds up the device to show some sort of weird golden thing, it’s shiny and hard, worst part is that you’re not entirely sure what the hell it could be.

Sensing your confusion Henry nudges your shoulder, though you ignore it before he smartly answers, “Oh, is that...Renfri’s brooch?” Little shit knows exactly what that is, of course he does.

Lauren claps, “Correct.” Zooming out of the image to show the full picture of the golden brooch, “Right on, that’s one point for Mr. Cavill.”

You scoff playfully, “Beginners luck.” While Henry side eyes you with a humorous grin upon his plush lips, he nudges your arm, “I’m going to really enjoy not cleaning up Kal’s grass turds for awhile.” He mutters lightheartedly, though you know deep down he’s being serious, no way is he going to win this, you think. You won’t have it, hopefully the next few pictures aren’t as difficult, Kal duty is not fun by any means.

“Shut up.” You grumble with a dismissive wave of your hand, though just teasing of course.

“Okay next image.” This time the blurred photo looks much more familiar, soon it clicks as to what the obscured blurriness actually is, yes!

“Got it! Anya’s er I guess Yennefer’s dress from the fight at Sodden.” Lauren giggles, zooming the image out to reveal Yennefer in her tasseled blue and purple dress from the battle at Sodden Hill. “I’m amazing I know.” You boast at Henry with a casual little bow in your seat.

“It’s the second question.” He deadpans, eyes crinkling in amusement as you shake your head at him.

“Pffff get outta here.” You mutter back, gently pushing his arm off of your chairs armrest and setting yours in its place while he gives you a fake shocked expression.

In turn you can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips, so instead of saying some sassy remark that would no doubt get a reaction out of him, you turn your attention back over to Lauren who’s looking over her notes again.

“Fantastic,” She says, glancing back up at you and Henry, “you’re both tied with one point each. Alright, anyone know what this is?” She asks showing something red and fuzzy, a bit of dirty skin showing from one corner but with The Witcher this bloody image could literally be anything.

The both of you squint, puzzled as to what this could be, “Y/N you got any ideas.” Wonders Henry, brows furrowed as his face contorts into deep concentrated thought.

Raising a brow, you hum, “If I knew I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Fair point.” He chuckles.

Lauren smiles, “Any guesses?”

 After a few concentrated moments, Henry shrugs in defeat,  “I’m stumped.” He admits as you study the image harder, mind racing to put the pieces together as to what the hell you’re looking at.

“No, I think I might know this....erm is it...me?” You wonder, voice raising in question, hoping to be correct about this or face the teasing of Henry.

Lauren quickly zooms out of the obscured image, “It is!” She says excitedly, revealing the picture of you from your characters debut in episode 2 where you save a girl from a werewolf, your mouth is covered in blood and so is most of your costumes chest area and left arm from the struggle. Not to mention the make-up teams fun 20 minutes of throwing fake sticky blood all over you to get the right look for the taxing scene.

You grimace a bit, “Oh god that was quite the day on set,” You recall with a half smile, “I was doing stunts all day covered in that red syrupy dye, I think it took a week to get out of my skin.”

Henry suddenly snorts with laughter, “Right! That reminds me, I thought Kal had gotten cut or something, it was just Y/N who had hugged him not realizing she still had some fake blood on her arm.”

“Jeez that’s right, I felt so bad, but I couldn’t stop laughing once we realized it was just me.”

Lauren grins, excited to hear some hidden information about little things that happens behind the scenes, “Oh wow that must have been a sight, alright Henry, Y/N’s taken the lead with a two to one score.” She says as you playfully nudge his strong shoulder. “Second to last image, what is this?”

Without missing a single beat Henry replies, “Jaskier.”

Squinting at the image you lean closer to the iPad, “How the hell do you see Jaskier?”

Smiling the interviewer zooms out to reveal the bards full outfit from the banquet scene, though he’s in the background of a fight between Geralt and some Cintran knights. “Right on!” She exclaims as you lean back into your seat dumbfounded, shoulder flush against Henry’s as he clutches your arm and squeezes it affectionately.

Ignoring his silent show of victory you shrug, “And they say he’s just another pretty face,” Earning a laugh from Lauren and some of the crew as you smirk at the camera, face them shifting to apologetic, “also I’m so sorry Joey you beautiful bastard apparently I’m blind. Uh, we don’t have to dwell on it, Lauren whatcha got?”

“You guys are both tied with two points each, last chance to win.” She replies before glancing down at her iPad, “Alright, what is this?” She asks, her iPad showing that of fuzzy bright colors, with a small corner smear of dull white that clearly wouldn’t make much sense to the untrained eye.

Smirking you glance at a puzzled Henry before sitting up in your seat, feeling rather good about yourself, “Would that happen to be, Hen in Stregobor’s illusion?” You answer with, though sounding a bit as a question considering you aren’t entirely confident as to what image this is.

Lauren’s brows raise in surprise, “Henry, looks like we have a winner. Y/N you are correct.” She beams, enlarging the image to reveal Geralt’s side profile as he talks to the old wizard while the background stays colorful and shrouded in various arrays of sunlight..

Shaking your fist victoriously in the air you give a couple enthusiastic whoop whoops while Henry simply takes it like a champ, “Have fun cleaning up Karl’s monster turds, cause this lucky lady doesn’t have to.” You boast as Henry and the crew laugh.

“Well that was something,” Beams Lauren, “I’m so glad to have chatted for a bit about your guys’ amazing new series, and maybe ended a relationship in the process.” She says jokingly as both you and Henry chuckle.

Patting his thigh affectionately, you smirk, “He’s a tough old bear, but yeah, it was awesome having you talk to us.”

“Yes, take care now.” Adds Henry while the interviewer Lauren stands, saying her goodbyes as she goes to exit the room.

The camera crew take a small break to adjust things and whatnot as you and Henry wait patiently for the next interviewer. He turns, an adorable smile pulling at his lips while you pretend to ignore his fiery gaze. “Well that went pretty well, minus the fact that I’m on Kal poop duty for a week...but uh...” He leans in close to you now, “I missed you all morning.”

Breaking out into a smile you raise a brow, “Boring without me huh?”

“Always.”

You casually shrug, “I figured as much. Don’t worry, we have a hotel all to ourselves tonight.” Your brows wiggle suggestively causing your blue eyed lover to shake his head with amusement.

“Say it louder next time.” He jokes.

Side eyeing the oblivious crew you begin to speak a couple octaves louder, “Henry I can’t wait to fu..” Suddenly his hand presses against your mouth before you’re able to call any attention to yourself. He gives you a warning look before slowly pulling his hand from your mouth.

You grin mischievously, “I wasn’t gonna say that...”

“Sure Y/N,” He mutters in your ear as a new interviewer walks into the room and finds their chair, “and I’m wasn’t going to make you scream tonight.”

Your brows raise in surprise and admittedly slight arousal at his choice of wording in this room of all places. Eyeing him up, face still showing surprise, you finally break out into a satisfied smirk. “You know what? I think you should consider changing your offer.”

He thinks deeply for a moment, though you know he’s only pretending to get you riled up, “Hrmm...maybe, possibly, should I? Should we? You are my co-star after all, that wouldn’t be very professional now would it Y/N?” He states with a shit eating grin, all done while the crew and interviewer get ready, minding their business and completely unaware to yourself and Henry’s teasing.

Scoffing playfully you lightly swat his arm, “We are way past being professional.”

He chuckles, looking from you to the rest of the room, “Oh, they have no idea.”

[ja-lin]

I figured I’d make this something fun to do and dug out my inner roleplay writing self to make these cheesy comments towards the characters.

Goodbye to...

...my one and only, Renzei. Your story won’t fade into the night, but will rise upon dawn.

...my sinful desire, Yvette. Meeting you was like a dream come true and I never want to wake up from it.

...my winter prince, Sevastian. The ice has melted and winter is ending, but you’ll always be my winter prince.

...my vampire husband, Antonio. The first bite, the taste of blood...something intimate and sensual, a gentle touch of your skin in the night.

...my rose knight, Alain. Wishing you peace, you need not raise your blade to shed blood again.

... my deer hart, Cyprin. Stay true to your heart, never change to please others.

...my blissful dream, Zain. Remember that without darkness, there is no light.

...my warrior poet, Astraeus. After many battles, it’s truly a blessing to see the sun rise again and again with you.

...my demon assassin, Darius. Until we spread our wings and fly again.

...my partner in crime, Remy. In the end, the lucky franc was truly lucky in bringing us happiness.

...my bounty hunter, Nav. Peace? Settling down? Nah, let’s go cause more chaos!

...my fairytale, Ezra. Finally, happily ever after.

...my social media star, Andi. When’s the next gay brunch? Where’s the boba?

It was a fun 4-5 years, made a ton of fanart, wrote some fanfics, and cosplayed as Andi, SWM MC, and L&L MC. I’m happy the game existed, I learned so much. It’s a completely different experience from the traditional Japanese otome APPs I’ve played. I actually picked up playing Court of Darkness from Voltage a while ago. But, it’s not something I’d spend money on.

Oh god, I learned how to use a damn sewing machine cause I wanted to cosplay. Andi and L&L MCs were my first ever cosplays. The costumes are still hanging in my closet. Same w/ the SWM MC costume. I improved at drawing and writing cause of inspiration from all the stories. I learned and experienced so many things due to this APP. 

Hopefully soon I can release sketches and promo art on my Renzei sequel. The timeline and character ages are hard to grasp, but it’d make Renzei and MC in their late 40s cause the main character of the sequel is their daughter in her 20s. For those who saw my April Fools joke post, you can prob all guess what her name is. ;-)

[gisellelx]

Consider this ask a general prompt for any nerding you would like to do for us re: linguistic thoughts about various Cullens. Also: any particular headcanons of how they've influenced each other's speech in general? (I was going to say re: Edward emulating Carlisle but that might not be the most interesting example)

Okay commence much belated nerding out. Relevant post.

Under a cut because sorry, I went to town here. tl;dr--the Cullens sound different to each other, and their backgrounds and relationships have affected the way they sound over time. But they all can sound exactly how they need to any time they need to.

Here are two useful things we know about why people do or do not change the way they talk.

Communities of practice: this is a concept which comes from education but which has gotten adopted in several adjacent fields, including sociology and linguistics. Basically, the idea is, the way you talk will reflect the kinds of relationships you want to have with people around you, and how you want to draw lines separating your group from other groups. My easiest-to-understand example of this is that my friends from college athletic bands had some terms and inside practices which arose because of our shared experience of playing in those bands. We were in band twenty years ago, but if you're having drinks with a few other bandos and leave the bar, someone will go "ohhhhh see ya!" like the cheer we yell when someone gets put in the penalty box at a hockey game.

Convergence and accommodation: Speakers often try to sound like people they want to connect with in more than just practices and inside jokes. The more you want to connect with someone (combined with your personality), the more likely you are to adopt their style of speaking. This is in the short term, which is accommodation (you start to speak more slowly because the person you're speaking with speaks more slowly) or dialect convergence (over time your whole way of sounding starts to shift toward other people's.) Some evidence that extroverts do this faster, but it also depends on how desirable the connection is.

Convergence is probably more influential for the Cullens than CoP, although I imagine there are some CoP kinds of things that happen to vampires more broadly and the Cullens specifically. In particular, I suspect (and write) that the Cullens have lots of euphemisms for things: they talk about "mistakes" to avoid talking about murder, about "Royce" and "Charles" to avoid uttering the word rape, Edward's rebellion is called The Time or Edward's Sojourn (that's Carlisle).

The bigger question is, how would they sound and how would they naturally converge (or not!) based on their personalities and relationship.

So. You have the Cullens. Kind of a rough-and-tumble rundown of their varieties:

Carlisle: I headcanon Boston Brahmin . In the 1700s, the London accent was /r/-full, so Carlisle would've arrived to the US sounding more like a current-day American speaker than we associate now with British English (received pronunciation usually being the exported one). He would've hobknobbed with the educated elite on the eastern seaboard and picked up what they sounded like at the time. He loves being American--this is where he found his purpose and his family. So shifting toward that accent makes sense for him.

Esme: Lower middle class US midlands. The central Ohio accent is often perceived to be extremely neutral. It's not--there are some truly funky features--but people think it is, so there's not much reason to move away from it. She might have tried her hand at a transatlantic accent, but she slides back into her middle Ohioan often, because it's easy and it's not usually considered "bad" anywhere. She makes fun of the way Carlisle says rather. He teases her about how bag and egg are the same sound for her.

Edward: Northern Cities Shifted Chicago. If you've ever heard a Chicagoan pronounce the word Chicago, well, there you go. I realize this probably fucks with the gentle, sexy attempt-at-American accent delivered by Robert Pattinson. Edward was born too late to have transatlantic imposed on him, and so his accent was probably left to be.

Rosalie: Another reason they hate each other--they sound alike. Rosalie is on the other side of the Great Lakes, was born not that much later, and Rochester is another major source of Northern Cities Shift. So she and Edward sound...pretty much the same. They're both upper middle class/upper class and are picking up the prestige version of the NCVS.

Emmett: Appalachian. Pretty much enough said. The post I linked at the outset lays out a few things from Appalachian speech.

Jasper: East Texan. Texas is not general southern--there are a handful of features which make it notably different than say, Louisiana.

Alice: Upper class Mississippian. Now, this is somewhat indistinguishable to a northern American or non-American ear--maaaaybe you notice sort of "high class southern" but it's subtle. She's got a bunch of features of southern English, though, but the more prestigious versions of them. Not quite To Kill a Mockingbird--that's Alabama-- but that's not a bad place to start to hear it.

So that's where they're starting. Where do they end up?

Carlisle: sticks with Brahmin. The moment he arrived in the US means a lot to him, and so he defaults back to that first major change, when he adopted an American identity.

Edward: Probably goes without saying, but he sounds exactly like Carlisle. He shifted his default as soon as he was able, and his intense adoration of Carlisle means he converged on Carlisle's variety. He also picks up Carlisle's idiolect--particular phrases and verbal tics--again, because he wants to be like Carlisle in any way he can. "Oh my God will you quit; you're not Carlisle" is a phrase that gets uttered in annoyance often.

Esme: Keeps her central Ohio accent. She loves Carlisle more than anything, but there's nothing particularly stigmatized about her variety. So she keeps it. She's happy to be her own person.

Rosalie: Does not wish to be a part of this family and regrets her change. She certainly does not converge toward Carlisle's style, but the pressure of sounding anything like Edward, even if his dialect has shifted, is also grating. She brings her NCVS a little more toward Esme's Ohio variety over time.

Emmett: This man killed a bear* with his bare hands in the Smoky Mountains. He's real proud of being a mountain man and he sounds like one. He also has a healthy disdain for the upper-crustness of Carlisle and Rosalie and Edward and is determined to bring them back down to earth. Over time the most obvious parts of his dialect do fade--he doesn't use "a huntin'" very often, for instance. But he can shift into full on Appalachian on a dime and often does. It's fun for him.

Jasper: Stays East Texas. He's very proud of his cowboy identity, and is the least connected to the Cullen family as a community of practice. He can sound like whatever his paperwork says he does, but in default, he's still got the same Houston variety he's had for two centuries. I don't love darlin' darlin' Jasper in fic but I chalk that more up to writers learning how to have a light hand with dialect rather than it being something he fundamentally wouldn't say--he absolutely does say it. Also says bless your heart.

Alice: Biloxi is not that far from Houston, and she and Jasper, who are wound around each other, pick up each other's verbal mannerisms and reinforce subtle aspects of each other's gulf of Mexico accents. She both mellows Jasper's Texas English while also moving her own English toward his.

So in "default" mode, the Cullens sound a little different to each other. But there's no way a Twipire would somehow be unable to move perfectly and seamlessly between multiple English accents as they needed to. There's no reason to think that any of them showed up at Forks High School sounding like anything but exactly what their paperwork said their dialectal background ought to be.

*by the way this would've been a black bear, not a grizzly. I'm sure he loves grizzlies, but he wasn't fighting a grizzly in the Smokies. He probably got tangled up with a really mad mama bear. This is a pet peeve of mine, I admit.

[wrathbites]

The chase, the catch

So I received the prompt of "neon lights at 1:30 am" for Kaidan (from the sensory prompt list here) by @theoriginalladya and I was originally intending for it to be in Rhys' canon verse, but uh. The vampire side won out instead :D

"Oh helo sir," Ashley says into her drink, low and appreciative. Kaidan follows her gaze to find Shepard ascending the steps to Purgatory, no missing him, no mistaking him. He's wearing Kaidan's jacket, dark leather fit to the span of his shoulders, framing his throat where the zip's left low and that's where Kaidan's fingers belong, curled at one side and mouth on the other, teasing a laugh, a rumble, a moan.

The shadows cloak him, stalk him, follow his lead through his dance with prey. He weaves through the press of a dozen bodies, dodges the grasping hands of a half-dozen more, navigating the crowd with shocking ease in his search for something, someone. Eyes glint like chips of ice in the neon lights, flitting from face to face, and Kaidan knows right down to his bones he's the only target tonight.

"Excuse me," he says, leaves the table to engage in this game of cat and mouse, hears laughter and whistles trailing him. Shepard's head swivels in their direction.

But Kaidan's already gone and Shepard doesn't approach. That'd be too easy.

~

Thumping music, raised voices, and enough alcohol to drop a krogan - it's not his usual scene, not with the migraines. But he can make an exception once in a while, on one of the good days, take a nap early and change his soap, tousle his hair and leave it unstyled, set the uniform and omni-tool and weapons aside. He can make it a challenge just because it's fun, evading the catch of a vampire.

The trick is distance, in account of their biotics, and blending in with the perfect cover. Too many bodies to immediately find his, too many heartbeats to track just one, conflicting scents masking what he's already altered and even so, even so, Shepard's after him. Around the seats, across the floor, on opposite ends of the bar, up the stairs and down again, there's no escape at all. In amongst the dancers, following their bump and sway and allowing the twist, the spin, and then there's Aria. God bless Aria T'Loak and the scowl on her face, the dark energy twining around the snap of her fingers, and her command for absolute attention.

Shepard stops, eyes on her and only her.

Kaidan beats a quick retreat, his gamble paid off, the length and breadth and multiple levels of the club too goddamn small for their antics.

~

A thump on the roof, scuffed tread of boots pacing towards the hatch, and there's no pistol to draw this time. There's no need, nerves coming alive in a roaring bonfire with the proximity of Shepard's biotic field right above his head. The doors whoosh open just as the hatch gives way and he glimpses a feral grin right before he takes off running, barrier slamming down and locking Shepard in, halting pursuit.

Laughter behind him, laughter within, smile stretching wide as he pelts down an alley, skids into a second, is taken out by the third.

An arm around his waist, the other his chest, tucking him close as momentum tumbles them into the dark. Shepard's body cushions the fall, his kiss a reward for the effort, lips parting in their press against his throat, sharp teeth nipping just so, and Kaidan's head falls back against his shoulder.

"Dammit, Rhys, I almost lost you!"

"Mmhm. You would've, had you taken the stairs."

"And risk this pretty neck you're so fond of? Please."

~

There's no mad dash to the apartment, only a leisurely stroll broken up by the occasional slam of Rhys' back into a wall and the dip of Kaidan's into concealing shadow. The night is theirs, after all, and the early morning hours, too.

[more-than-a-princess]

@madamhatter​ asked:  For Vampire Sonia, what were her circumstances in becoming a vampire? Was she from a royal family of vampires (considering her lineage)? Or was she converted? For how long has she been roaming the world, and what are her favorite locations across Europe (as if she'll want to step into the U.S.) to stay at?

Unprompted HC asks - Accepting from mutuals!

For Sonia's Vampire AU, much of her origins and lore can be traced back to a part of Novoselic history that historians always get wrong but the story has had an effect on Novosonian society for centuries. To be honest, the important question isn't "How was Sonia turned into a vampire" but "Why was she turned into a vampire?" It's much less about the vampire who turned her and far more about the events that led to why. And that 'why' affects nearly every Sonia verse I've got: canon, modern AU, historical AUs (after a certain point in history), etc.

Note: There are slight deviations of the outcome of this story depending on the verse. For most canon and AU verses, the main story is how it ended. For Sonia's Diabolik Lovers and Vampire AUs (and yes, they are different verses!), there are two twists on the main story ending that apply to those verses.

And before I get started: I may revise this as time goes on. However, I'm not looking for criticism, constructive or otherwise, on this headcanon. It's just for RP, for fun, and I'm not terribly interested as to if it is heavily inspired by another fandom (tbh, I wasn't even thinking about other fandoms when coming up with this) or alters European history a bit. Where the history is concerned, I was mostly trying to have dates line up and have a fictional nation fit in with a continent's real history, while giving the story some legitimacy to explain one of Novoselic's most prominent prejudices that shows up in quite a few threads.

With all that said, this HC isn't just the circumstances of how Vampire Sonia came to be. Instead it answers the following question: Why is Novoselic so against having a female monarch?

That answer, as well as Sonia's vampiric origins, can be found roughly 500 years ago. Sonia, or members of her family or staff, have mentioned in various threads that the last female monarch reigned 5 centuries ago and almost brought about the destruction of the country. And it is her ancestor's story that I'm going to share here.

Princess Alina Fiorella Sonia de Jamais, born 1494, was considered something of a miracle. Five years of marriage and only several miscarriages to show for it, not only the King and Queen, but the entire country, felt her birth was a blessing. The Royal Council had worried that there was something amiss in the royal bloodline as, if no children had come to pass, it would be the first instance in modern Novoselic history that the crown would pass from king to duke instead of king to prince. If one royal child could be born, certainly more would follow.

Except that never came to pass. The Princess became the only child of the King and Queen and, by royal decree and ordained by God, the heir to the throne. No one had expected or planned for it, but the Royal Family and their Court believed it best to raise the Crown Princess as they would any other Princess. The King was still quite young himself and the court had their hopes pinned on the fact the Princess would follow her father's footsteps, marry young, and birth the male heir they wanted, all before the King passed away. Thus, while the Italian Wars emerged around the Novoselic borders, Princess Alina was raised in relative peace and happiness. Her nation was a neutral party and she had her kingdom at her disposal: to love her and to teach her.

Which they did. While she excelled at all of the accomplishments for a Princess, Alina was far more apt to set her drawings, her musical instruments, and dancing aside to explore the breadth of her country. Life at court gave her little amusement but her visits to Novoselic's various cities and towns brought her the joy and fascination she looked for in life. Whether it was how to spin wool into yarn or draw water out of a well, she wanted to learn how it was done and would converse happily with anyone who wanted to speak with her. Her friendliness posed a problem for the Novoselic Court, though: someone's respectability played no part in her willingness to befriend them, so alongside the upstanding citizens, Alina also befriended the outcasts. Those without families, work, or even a home of their own: she often took to spending plenty an afternoon with an older woman who lived alone in a cottage at the very edge of the capital. Unmarried and considered a spinster, she made her way in the world as a healer and taught the young princess plenty about the various properties of herbs, minerals, and methods of healing the sick and wounded. She often gave her gifts as well: a stone to bring about good dreams, a silk-wrapped poultice meant for protection and wishes. Alina was fascinated, and she trusted and believed in it all.

But it wasn't enough to keep Novoselic out of the wars. When Alina was 17, her father decided to ally with the Holy League against France in the conflict that would be known as The War of the League of Cambrai. Worried about France's growing interest in taking over parts of Italy and how they could easily cast their eye on Novoselic, the King supplied Pope Julius II with 6,000 trained Novoselic soldiers and participated in several battles himself. With court life disrupted by war, royal balls, parties, and marriages were set aside to support the efforts.

Until 1513, with the siege of Dijon. While it had been a successful campaign against the French, after several successes the King had finally been wounded on the battlefield and succumbed to septicemia in September 1513. Upon his death, the relatively sheltered, beloved Princess of Novoselic became its first reigning queen. And while she was an accomplished singer, created beautiful embroidery, and was proficient in the modern languages, she was woefully inexperienced in managing a royal court or leading an army. Nervous, she took her rightful place on the throne and insisted tradition and her father's wishes would both continue in the form of both coronation celebrations and continuing their alliance with the Holy League.

The former she excelled at: Queen Alina of Novoselic invited nobles and allies far and wide, if the war could spare them, for the coronation festivities. It had been years since they'd had much in the way of frivolity and she thought it best to boost morale, cost be damned. And wanting to welcome as many as possible, she took the advice of her Royal Council in devising the welcomed nobles from a variety of families. Even if she didn't know them personally yet, she was eager to meet them and believed that forming a positive relationship would ensure both an end of the war and a successful rule. And one such noble family, from Novosonian lands close to the Italian border, arrived with blessings from the second son of an Earl and his retinue. While he'd likely never get the title, for his brother had married and produced a male heir, he was still very welcome at court: he was charming, he was witty, he was very handsome, and he spoke keenly about Queen Alina's interests in the commoners an a yearning to understand how the world worked. Her dancing and singing were lovely, but he was the only one who saw an interest in her beyond her feminine accomplishments. And Queen Alina, for the entirety of her young life, and yet to feel what she thought to be love. Until she met him, that is.

And fall in love she did: insisting he remain as a mainstay at court unless absolutely needed on the battlefield, much of Queen Alina's time was spent in his company. With a council she trusted, she often deferred to them to make decisions regarding the War: where to send troops and aid, and how much of each. When she did step in, it was to insist that all wounded soldiers, no matter their rank in society, be given equal access to treatment and healing, and that their families be looked after in case the worst should happen. Alina was far more familiar with the peasants taking up arms in her name than she was with the nobles who led them, and her compassion meant taking away resources from the nobility in order to help. She ignored the grumblings of her Council in favor of reassurance and compliments from the man she loved.

Until Novoselic's participation in the War began to fail. With the Queen deferring to the Council for strategy, Novoselic's army had a lack of discipline and an inefficient command structure that led to more injuries and more wasted resources. Turning to her Royal Council for support, they advised the young Queen to continue sending reinforcements to the battlefield and, beyond protecting their borders, to consider expanding into French territory. More conquests in France would surely weaken them and push them back away from Italy and Novoselic while giving Novoselic a rare chance to broaden their borders and become more prosperous. It sounded like the best strategic option, and so for the first time, Novoselic attempted not to only defend their borders and the peace but actively set out to conquer another nation.

And they were struck down. Easily. And with soldiers perishing on the battlefield or succumbing to poison disguised as food and medicine, the once-strong borders of Novoselic were beginning to crumble and the people now lived in fear: of invasion, of death, of a Queen who could not protect them, who seemed to curse them, who still visited that old woman on the fringes of the capital. A woman who was, soon enough accused of witchcraft, was tried, and found guilty before she was burned alive. Rumors spread of the Queen's close friendship with her and, due to how much the country had suffered during her rule, that she was a witch as well.

Alina was swiftly and quickly imprisoned in the underground dungeons of Novoselic Castle by order of the Royal Council, and her guards, superstitious men that they were, wholly believed that their Queen had dabbled in witchcraft. Alina was interrogated, abused, and tortured, out of protection of the nation to free it from her spells. Weak, pained, and grasping onto the last slivers of hope she had, she felt that only her lover and her own family would argue for her innocence and she was grateful, then, when her lover and the closest thing she still had to a father, the Duke of Valais and the late King's brother, finally opened her cell.

Unfortunately, Queen Alina would never leave that cell alive. She'd thought they brought word of her release and instead, they'd brought weapons. Words and blades alike, Alina was dismayed to learn that the man she'd loved all along had allied with her uncle to distract her away from royal duties: if he married a Queen he'd simply be a royal spouse with no real power unless they had a child, and quickly. But if Queen Alina was removed from the throne and her uncle became King, he'd promised him one of his daughters as a wife and to make him a Duke, expanding his lands four times over. It was an opportunity he couldn't refuse. Her inefficiency as a ruler had been coupled with deliberate sabotage by the Royal Council: they intercepted the reinforcements and resources they sent, they purposely gave her unwise advice in strategy. Alina's uncle revealed that there was no real vested interest in taking over France: in fact, much of the Italian Wars would change little in redesigning the map of Europe. But war and all of its casualties presented possibilities: the chance for others to gain power and rise above their stations. And while the Royal Decree insisted the throne was Alina's by birthright, the Royal Council did not agree. She was a woman, inexperienced and enamored with frivolities, love, and narrowing the gap between the rich and poor, the nobility and the commoners. She threatened their entire way of life, and they needed a way to get rid of her that challenged her legitimacy to rule.

And thus, with Novoselic's borders beginning to crumble and French troops beginning to invade, the members of the Royal Council surrounded Queen Alina of Novoselic and killed her. Hanging or burning, they insisted, was too good for a witch of royal blood: their fury of having to be led by a young woman insisted she be beaten and stabbed over and over until, at long last, her head was severed from her body and brought to the people as a sign of freedom. The witch's curse was lifted and her uncle, next in line for the throne, was crowned King. Novoselic's borders were rebuilt stronger and, after the Battle of Marignano, Novoselic signed a treaty to remain neutral in future international conflicts. They never sought to expand their borders again.

But Queen Alina's short rule of Novoselic fueled a fear turned into superstition and tradition. The one time Novoselic was nearly invaded, a woman had sat on the throne and succumbed to her heart over logic in the way, according to the men that composed the Royal Council, only a woman could. History remembers her as simpleton of a queen, unfit to rule and prioritized her own heart over that of her country that nearly led to its destruction who, after welcoming enemy troops in disguise, was murdered before the new King brought victory, wealth, and happiness to the Kingdom of Novoselic.

It leaves out, however, the fact that Queen Alina of Novoselic was maneuvered due to her inexperience and was, ultimately, set up to fail simply due to the fact no one wanted a reigning Queen on the throne.

In most verses and AUs, this is why modern day Novosonians are skeptical of Princess Sonia eventually becoming queen: the last and only reigning queen in their history nearly destroyed the country, they're superstitious, and plenty of the older, male members of the Royal Council are just as misogynistic as their ancestors. Her name, selected for her by her father, is in honor of the first Queen of Novoselic. And they are hoping she does not repeat her mistakes.

Diabolik Lovers AU

In this verse, the young noble Alina falls in love with is Karlheinz in disguise. While he's allied with Alina's uncle for a position of power, his intent all along was to decimate the royal family and to use the country as a place to foster the Adam and Eve project. With the intent of seducing Alina and eventually killing her, the next step of his plan would have been to murder the rest of her family and take the nation for his own, hoping to make an entire country of hybrid human-vampire beings one day.

Alina, who had truly fallen in love with a monster who was incapable of it, was heartbroken as Karlheinz betrayed her. With the rest of the Council (and her uncle) on the way to finish her off, she knew that her life was essentially forfeit but still believed in her nation. Reaching for the silk-covered poultice her old friend, an actual witch, had given to her so long ago, she'd thrown it at the vampire and proclaimed two wishes: one, that he could no longer touch any of her bloodline and two, that no reigning King of Novoselic would ever invite or allow any of his brethren into Novoselic's borders again. Vampires would, in Alina's dying wish, be barred from Novoselic forever.

Karlheinz, to put it lightly, was not amused by being out-maneuvered by witches. The spell had taken effect and no longer was he able to sustain himself inside Novoselic's borders. Alina's uncle became King and since then, he's had to wait for what seemed to be impossible: an eventual reigning Queen, one that would hopefully befriend one of his bloodline and invite them into her nation.

This is why he's instructed his sons not to harm her, to get along with her: he's still holding a grudge lasting hundreds of years. He doesn't want Novoselic just to execute the Adam and Eve program anymore, he simply wants to destroy it.

Vampire AU aka. the one you came here for

Queen Alina, still betrayed, imprisoned, tortured, and abused in a cell beneath Novoselic Castle, was near death when the Council is called away with threat of a breach of the Castle walls. She's left to bleed out and, she assumed, to die slowly and painfully without the truth of the situation coming to light.

It is then that a woman, a member of her lover's retinue, slips into her cell with a look of pity. She'd accompanied the man with the promise of war, of soldiers that wouldn't be missed when she needed to feed, of a lively and changing world that would disrupt her boredom and fill her belly. Sonia had invited the woman in alongside the rest of his party but hadn't known that she was an actual vampire. And she was disgusted by how the young Queen had been controlled by those she was supposed to trust, only to betray and leave her to die because they did not wish to answer to a woman.

So she gave her the choice to not end her life in a cold, dirty cell but with the understanding that she could not return to her throne and the old life she once had. She'd lose her country, but she wouldn't lose her life. And, desperate not to perish that way, Alina agreed and was turned into a vampire herself. Leaving her title, throne, and country behind, she took up the name 'Sonia,' one of the lesser-used names she'd been blessed with at birth, and sought to do the one thing she'd never been able to do before being granted eternal life: explore the world beyond Novoselic's borders.

Which she's now done for centuries: across Europe, to Asia and Africa, and small stints in America (she didn't much care for it). She deeply regrets not being proficient in military combat and strategy, and so she took the years given to her with eternal life to learn, to protect herself, to not be commandeered by anyone ever again. She still has a sociable streak and likes to befriend others, but she's reluctant to open her heart again. After all, doing so led to her being turned into a vampire in the first place. But she has various residences throughout the world, and tends to go wherever her interests take her (and where your muse might be).

This also means that Vampire!Sonia and the Sonia usually featured on this blog can both exist at the same time. Naturally, they look very, very similar, though the former Queen Alina has green eyes while Sonia Nevermind has blue. For the human Sonia, it tends to be awkward whenever she's compared to her failing ancestor: Alina's portraits in the Castle and the National Portrait Gallery have a concerning resemblance, with most disparaging her for her failures to serve the nation well followed by 'at least she was beautiful.'

[monstersandmaw]

Male vampire x male character - Part Two (nsfw) (Halloween ‘surprise’ Patreon story).

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

I'm really pleased that you and my Patrons enjoyed the first part, and that folks were keen for more. I’ve had more interaction with this post on Patreon than many of the others, which is surprising given how mlm stories are usually much less in demand than m/f ones. Thanks for that!

Anyway, here's more of our favourite oblivious dork Alec and his obviously-not-a-vampire crush... Part Three is on the way too (tomorrow), despite this having been planned as a quick porn-without-plot one-shot, as it were. Oh well?!

Hope you enjoy.

Part One

After his initial - admittedly strange - meetings with Sebastien, Alec didn’t see him on campus at all for the rest of the week, and he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that. Yes, the guy had been a bit of a pompous arsehole in the library, but he’d made up for it by coming to the art room and apologising, engaging him in conversation — even if that conversation had been slightly… odd? — and being so god-damn-fucking beautiful too.  

He overheard his students gossiping about ‘Dr. Dulac’ earlier that afternoon while they all carved the pumpkins he’d bought for them at the local supermarket, and it seemed that the general consensus was that Sebastien was single, unfailingly polite (even in the face of Janette Hilton, the English Department’s longest-serving and least sympathetic lecturers), hotter than any celebrity you cared to name, and a specialist in the poets of the First World War like Sassoon and Brooke, among other more esoteric interests.  

After an hour of clock-watching in his tiny little office in the Art Department on Friday, he abandoned all hope of concentrating on his last few bits of admin, and shut down his laptop. After clearing up yet more pumpkin seeds that he’d somehow missed on the last two sweeps he’d done of the studio, he stepped outside, never wanting to see another bloody thing again. Too bad he had a whole bloody cardboard box of them waiting to go into the boot of Kay’s car for her party that night. Still, he was almost sinfully proud of the carvings he’d done on them. One was decorated the whole way around with the foliate style engravings usually reserved for the steel on antique guns, with different depths to create the highlights and shadows, and another particularly spherical one had been cut away in squares to resemble the Death Star.  

The October air outside bit into his lungs as he drew a deep breath - the spicy, fragrantly damp scents of autumn filling his nose - and his eye was drawn to the twinkling lights of the little coffee cart that still lingered in the park, selling tea, coffee, and hot chocolate to chilly students leaving the university campus for the night. With a black coffee for himself in one hand, he made his way to the Engineering Department, warily holding another frothy concoction in his other. It was apparently called a ‘London fog’ and it smelled of earl grey tea and lavender. He thought it sounded (and smelled) disgusting, but Kay perked right up when he deposited it on her desk five minutes later.  

“Bless you, Alec Twayblade,” she grinned, taking the plastic lid off and inhaling it like it was the best thing she’d ever smelled. “Oh my god. How can you not like this?” she said after taking a huge gulp and moaning obscenely.  

Alec didn’t bother to reply, his eye-roll speaking volumes anyway. They’d had this discussion so many times that they were both probably playing it out silently in their heads right that second. When Kay glanced up and saw that he certainly was, she snorted and grinned. “I love you, Alec,” she laughed. “You’re still coming tonight?”

“Against my better judgement,” he growled, leaning his weight on her desk and folding his arms across his battered, blue cable knit sweater. He had a huge daub of yellow paint on one elbow from that morning, and a small burn hole in the bottom from a failed attempt at pyrography a few years ago. It was the most comfortable jumper he owned, and he would probably wear it until it unravelled around him.  

“You’re still not going to wear a costume, are you?” she added as she stood, pouting.  

He shook his head. “I draw the line at that.”

“But you’d be so good making one!” she countered. “You helped me with that bat costume when we were at high school… Don’t you remember how fucking awesome it was?”

“I do,” he chuckled. “But I’m not going to wear one myself.”

She sighed, shoulders slumping. “Too much attention, huh?” she said softly. “Well, you know you’ll stand out more if you’re not wearing one tonight…?”

He shrugged. Honestly, he just couldn’t be bothered to dress up. Halloween had rather lost its shine for him anyway. “Not if I hide in the kitchen all night and make too-strong cocktails for everyone,” he said, flashing her his most roguish grin. “Plus, I spent much of today carving pumpkins with nattering eighteen year olds who are far too old to be carving pumpkins on academic time, but —”

“— you’re an awesome teacher who understands the need to let off some steam on the holidays,” she interjected. “Plus, it’s good practice anyway… working with a new medium…”

He allowed his lips to pinch upwards into a tiny smirk and let her have that one. “It’s nice to see them having fun,” was all he said.  

An hour or so later, just as he arranged the last of the pumpkins down the garden path of Kay's Victorian semi-detached house, a voice murmured from behind him, “I can see the hand of a master at work in these carvings.”

Not having heard anyone approaching, Alec jumped, cursed, and dropped the pumpkin - thankfully with the candle still unlit. It rolled in a semicircle until a black boot gently stopped it, and a familiar face dipped into view as the owner of the boot bent to pick it up. To his surprise, it was Sebastien, and he was in costume. Probably anyway. Hopefully? Fuck. Alec’s brain stalled at the sight of him.  

His eyes raked up Sebastien’s body and his jaw went quite literally slack.  

The slender man was wearing thigh-high boots and leather pants so tight they had to have been spray-painted on, into which was tucked a loose, old-fashioned, white shirt with a good bit of flounce at the collar. “Holy shit,” he whispered, and Sebastien chuckled softly, a low, amused sound in the back of his throat.  

“You recognise the costume?” he asked, seeming innocently amused. The long, dark coat, accented with gold brocade and bright gold buttons, opened briefly in a soft gust of wind that made the lit pumpkins flicker and lifted his loose, silver-white hair back for a breath as well.  

“I…” he swallowed. “Uh, you’re Alucard,” he croaked. “From the Castlevania games…” A wry incline of Sebastien’s head told him he was correct, and then Alec blurted stupidly, “Shouldn’t you be shirtless though?”

Sebastien’s smile grew from pleased to deeply amused, his eyes glittering, and it was only then that Alec noticed the contacts burning a bright gold in his eyes and, as his lips peeled back and Sebastien began to laugh, he saw long, tapering, white canines befitting a vampire costume. “It’s a little cold for that, don’t you think?” Sebastien asked, still laughing quietly as Alec flushed crimson.  

“Sorry,” he blurted. “I know. I just… forget it.”

“Where do you want it?” Sebastien asked, and Alec’s poor brain went blank.  

“What?”

“The pumpkin,” Sebastien deadpanned and Alec’s poor, blank brain melted out of his ears with embarrassment.  

“Uh… there’s fine,” he said, pointing at the little wrought-iron garden gate.  

Sebastien placed the pumpkin down on the flagstone path so that the carved graveyard scene glimmered and flickered with appropriate spookiness, visible to anyone approaching along the quiet, suburban street. Enormous London plane trees stood sentry every few paces, heaving up the tarmac pavement with their roots, like a sleeper shifting a blanket with a restless turn, and sheltering the cars snuggled and parked beneath them. A carpet of leaves clung to the gutter in a long, golden line, melting into nothing in places in the glittering puddles. It would have been beautiful, had Alec not been faced with quite literally the most beautiful thing in the entire universe.  

“Am I early then?” Sebastien asked, dusting off his palms and turning back to face Alec, who had barely managed to make his legs work long enough to stand up straight again.  

He shook his head. “No. Henry’s inside already,” he said, running his fingers through his scruffy black hair. “With Rachel and Alison. I just forgot to put the pumpkins out earlier.”

“No costume?”  

With a roll of his eyes, he shook his head. “Nope.”

“Too bad,” Sebastien said, eyeing the front door. The contacts were really creepy, shifting in the light that spilled down the stairs as the front door suddenly opened and Kay stepped out before he could worry that he’d been the only one to dress up. He could probably brush it off anyway, Alec supposed, and tried not to envy the man’s quiet confidence.

Silhouetted starkly against the hall light, with her high ‘Dracula’ collar on prominent display, Kay shrieked with glee and clapped her hands when she saw Sebastien. Apparently the two of them had been getting along rather well, while Alec had sequestered himself away in the Art Department like an ascetic.  

“Bastien! You look amazing oh my god!” she blurted, rushing forwards a step or two before halting abruptly. “Wait, does that make me your father for the evening?” she cackled. “Wow, your teeth are really good! Mine wouldn't stay in for more than a few minutes…”

Sebastien’s gold eyes flickered sideways to Alec but it happened so briefly that he almost missed it. “Custom made a long time ago,” was all he said. “Shall we go inside? It’s freezing out here.”

“Yes, of course, come on in,” she said, waving them all inside, Sebastien first. As Alec passed her last, she slapped him hard on the backside in rebuke and hissed, “Told you you should have worn a costume! You look like a big dumbo!”

“No different from any other night,” he quipped back, and she growled something indistinct at him. Perhaps a werewolf costume would have suited her better. “You could have told me you’d invited Dulac…”

“Why?” she retorted. “So you could suddenly decide that an evening moping alone with your PS4 playing Rocket League with strangers was more appealing? No fucking chance. Get inside. Sebastien’s right; I’m freezing my tits off.”

The distant murmur of voices in the living room made him veer off instinctively into the kitchen, and while they began to watch some old Hammer horror film, he made drinks. That, at least, he was good at.  

Entering a while later, he found that Sebastien was seated on the sofa beside Henry, who wore an enormously fluffy wolfman costume - mostly a repurposed Chewbacca onesie with a latex wolf mask. He’d pushed the mask up onto his head in order to eat the Halloween themed nibbles on the coffee table, and the effect rendered him entirely ridiculous. Another reason not to wear a costume: it’s impractical, and gets in the way, and washing ketchup out of matted fake fur is a nightmare. Alison and Rachel sat practically in each other’s laps, one a zombie and the other a ghost, both squeezed into one groaning old armchair.  

After half an hour of Christopher Lee’s admittedly creepy Dracula, Alec slid from his seat at the periphery, and ducked out again into the kitchen. Straightening from fishing a beer from the back of the fridge, he heard the soft click of the door and turned to find Sebastien standing there.  

“Get bored with late 1950’s horror too?” Alec asked. “Beer?”

Sebastien inclined his head in a way that said he wasn’t a beer drinker and held up his almost-empty wineglass as an excuse as he moved a little closer. “If you don’t like cheesy horror films, and you don’t seem to like Halloween either, I wonder why you came at all tonight?”

“For Kay,” he said, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “She loves this shit.”

At that, Sebastien paused, a delicate smile on his face. In the soft glow of the under-cupboard lighting, his tanned skin seemed to shimmer, and Alec wondered fleetingly if he’d put some kind of glittery body powder on. Next, he wondered what on earth Sebastien was doing in here with him, looking at him like that.  

“You are a good friend,” Sebastien said quietly, seeming perhaps a little sad around the edges.  

“She’s done more than her fair share of looking after me,” Alec sighed knowingly. “Not that I’m doing it because I owe her,” he added, twisting the cap off the bottle and leaning back against the counter to drink deeply from it. As the malty froth washed over his tongue, he felt eyes on him and looked over at the other man.  

Sebastien tilted his head slightly to the side, the false golden light in his eyes making him look like a cat in the dark. “You said she was trying to set you up with someone…”

Alec snorted, nearly shooting beer out of his nose. “Yeah. Well, she seems to think a good fuck will sort my mood out.”

“But you think otherwise?”

“You offering?” he asked bitterly, taking another swig and feeling uncharacteristically bold, though absolutely not expecting the answer he got.  

“Perhaps.”

His eyebrows shot up and this time he did cough a little. “You can’t be serious.”

“You think someone who looks like me is entirely straight?” he asked with a wry smile, and Alec had to hand it to him. Not many men he knew could pull of long, luscious, white-blond hair like that, or would have the confidence to wear fucking thigh-high boots and whisper-tight leather pants…

“Still… you don’t really know me… That’s all I meant…”

“Doesn't mean one couldn’t engage in — how did you call it? — ‘a good fuck’. Not that I’m averse to getting to know you better, before or after.”

Alec swallowed another enormous gulp of frothing beer and blinked. “You’re serious?”

With a melodramatic smile that revealed his vampire teeth clearly, ‘Alucard’ purred, “Deadly.”

And Alec burst out laughing. The spell was shattered and the two men shared the remnants of their drinks and their laughter together before Alec sighed. “Your place or mine?”

At that, Sebastien seemed to falter, as if he hadn’t thought through to that point. After a moment’s hesitation, he said, “I assume yours would be alright?”

Alec shrugged. “Sure, if you don’t mind smacking your head on the ceiling and being able to touch two opposite walls at the same time…”

Sebastien’s lips hitched into another wry smile. “I’ve fucked in tighter spaces, I’m sure.”

“You know what?” Alec said as he rinsed out the beer bottle at the sink and half-turned to look at the other man over his shoulder. “You’re absolutely not what I expected.”

“Nor were you,” he shot back, still smirking. “And it’s been a while since I was assaulted by someone in a library.”

“Bring back happy memories, did it?” he snorted.  

“Not exactly,” Sebastien murmured, and Alec realised he hadn’t actually been joking. “But I must confess that — despite my behaviour — I was pleasantly surprised by the sight of you when you rounded that bookshelf…”

Turning, Alec approached him cautiously. If he was genuinely serious about his proposal, Alec would find out now. “Pleased enough to seek me out afterwards…” he said, raising his eyebrows. He couldn’t do that ‘one brow at a time’ thing that Sebastien could, but it seemed to get his tone across all the same.

Unusually for Alec, Sebastien had an inch or two on him in height, and as Alec paused in front of him, close enough to catch the faintest hint of a woody cologne, the man angled his face just perfectly for the light to dance along his high cheekbones. Fuck, he was exquisite. The urge to kiss him rose in Alec; to feel his lips against his own, to have those elegant hands scrunch his hair…  

As if reading his mind, Sebastien slowly, carefully, raised his right hand and brought his index finger to Alec’s chin, tilting it upwards just a fraction with the lightest pressure. The intensity in his eyes was almost too much, and it left Alec breathless. Again. Panting slightly, he parted his lips and then swallowed thickly.  

Sebastien’s eyes darted instantly to the motion of his throat and for a second, Alec could have sworn he saw a vibrant red light reflected in his eyes. Sensing his moment of hesitation, of tension, Sebastian frowned. “What?”

“Nothing,” Alec breathed. “I thought your eyes went red but it must have been a car on the street outside or something.”  

“Indeed,” he murmured, but then blinked rapidly. “Do you still wish to continue this?”

“Yes,” he whispered. Don't stop now. His whole body was thrumming in a way it hadn’t ever before with casual encounters. He felt alive for the first time in months.  

Sebastien stepped back, turning his face away a little more. “Should we make our excuses…?”

Alec shook his head. “Nah, Kay will know what’s going on anyway, and I don’t want to face her smug looks until tomorrow at the least.”

With a softly amused chuckle, Sebastien stepped back and allowed Alec to leave the room first. The hair on the back of his neck prickled as the other man followed behind, but he didn't turn around or look at him until they were outside on the main street.  

“It’s a bit of a walk…” Alec said, only realising then how long the walk would be. “I’m way over on the other side of town by the station…”

The continuing intensity of Sebastien’s scrutiny was beginning to shift from a turn-on to just marginally unnerving, but he told himself that an esteemed professor at one of the country’s finest universities, with more letters after his name than anyone his age had a right to possess, was unlikely to be truly dangerous for a one-night stand… right? There was something about the way he stared at Alec — an unmistakable hunger in his eyes — that made his skin prickle and his heartbeat jump instinctively. Like a deer before the gaze of a tiger, he was entranced.  

Unexpectedly, Sebastien’s easy stride slowed at the brick gateway to a small, gravel park that sat between an old church and a chemist, the latter closed at this time of night. “May I kiss you?” he breathed, still gazing at him unblinkingly, as though Alec were the pretty one in this equation, not him.  

Alec couldn’t help grinning. The way Sebastien’s eyes bored into him then drove all thought of threat and fear from his mind, and he nodded.  

The man’s hands were chilly from the night air, but the moment they cupped his jaw and drew Alec toward him, he forgot about that. He forgot about everything at the meeting of their lips. Sebastien began tentatively, merely brushing their lips together, but when his golden eyes fluttered closed, he deepened the gesture, tongue just begging entrance, teasing him before withdrawing, retreating and returning.  

Searing want shot down Alec’s spine and he arched into Sebastien’s taller body, hips seeking contact through his jeans. He moaned, deep and guttural, and it seemed to awaken something in Sebastien, because the man grabbed hold of the back of Alec’s hair and pulled his head slightly to one side to begin to kiss along his jawline, down to wards his neck. For a heartbeat, Sebastien froze there, nose pressed to his rabbiting pulse point, his teeth just grazing skin, before he exhaled harshly and stepped back. “We shouldn’t get carried away,” was all he whispered, stepping slightly out of Alec’s dazed field of view. “My place is nearer though.”

“Ok,” Alec said, still reeling. “Sure.”

When they reached the apartment building, his steps faltered in amazement. “You live… here?”

A slight flush seemed to warm Sebastien’s cheeks as he stepped up to the main doorway, only to have it opened from the other side by a man in livery. “Good evening, Monsieur Dulac,” said the friendly doorman instantly.  

“Good evening,” he replied. “This is my friend, Alec Twayblade.”

It was impossible for the doorman not to realise that his ‘friend, Alec Twayblade’ was going to be a little more than that for the night, but he never let a flicker of judgement pass across his face. From the concierge desk - Sebastien’s building had a fucking concierge desk too - another man looked up and wished them both a good evening as they headed for the lifts.  

“Does the English department also sell diamonds or drugs or something? How the fuck can you afford a place like this on a lecturer’s salary?” but even as he said it and the doors closed with a soft chime, he realised the truth of it. Sebastien’s aristocratic features and bearing were not merely a persona. They were truth. He stared up at him while Sebastien turned a key in the lift panel.

“Are you secretly royalty or something?” he whispered, only half joking.  

The man shot him an amused look and shook his head, silk-white hair whispering against the rougher wool of his costume coat. “No, of course not, but I do have some inherited wealth.”

Some? “So you don’t actually have to work at the university at all then?”

He made a so-so motion of his head and said, “No, not really, but I genuinely enjoy teaching.”

“Your students certainly seem to enjoy you…”

“You don’t enjoy teaching?” he asked as the numbers on the dial climbed and climbed.  

Please don’t say you live in the fucking penthouse too, Alec thought, already suspecting it might be true from the whole ‘special access key’. He glanced at the number pad and saw that the button labelled ‘PH’ was illuminated. Fuck. “Most days I enjoy it,” he admitted. “But I kind of fell into it a while back and just sort of…” he shrugged, “Stuck with it.”

Sebastien asked no more, and the lift finally stopped on the top floor. The doors drew back to reveal an apartment beyond that Alec could only gawp at. It was like something from the set of an Architectural Digest photo shoot. Nothing was out of place in the hardwood floor paradise, with clean, crisp lines and white marble counter tops in the kitchen off to his left, while a comfortable, and yet still clinically modern, sitting area sat to their right. Deep, fluffy rugs dotted that part of the penthouse, and a wide balcony stretched out over the city beyond, complete with a little table and chairs for warmer evenings.  

“This place is incredible,” Alec breathed, the reason for his even being here completely forgotten.  

Clearly sensing that, Sebastien smiled bashfully and said, “Would you like something to drink?”

Alec cleared his throat and hoped he wasn’t going to be faced with a choice between very expensive wines that he’d never heard of. “Sure… thanks.”

“White, red, beer, or whisky?” he asked, walking towards the kitchen and dumping his ‘Alucard’ coat over the back of a white sofa as he went. Alec’s mouth went dry as he watched the point where his narrow hips met the flowing material of the white shirt. Dear god, an arse like that shouldn’t be… well, it just shouldn’t be. And yet there it was. Clad in leather and looking positively delectable. “Or a soft drink?” he added when Alec remained silent.  

Aware of where his gaze had landed, Sebastien halted and looked back over his shoulder, long, loose, naturally straight hair already losing the curls that had been worked into it for the Alucard costume. Definitely not straight, if he owned hair curlers.  

“Uh…” Alec said, unsure what the question had even been now.  

“I’m going to pour myself a whisky, if that helps…?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Sebastien smiled, looking almost endeared by Alec’s inept stuttering. Surely he couldn’t be unused to such a reaction? “Make yourself at home then.”

With a smoky, peat-tinged whisky in a wide, heavy-bottomed tumbler set on his glass coffee table, Alec watched Sebastien turn the gas fire on, and, to his surprise, he came to a halt directly in front of him. Setting his own whisky down on the table with a deliberate, and yet delicate, clunk, Sebastien turned back to him and raked his eyes down Alec’s body in a way that made him flush hot all over. His cock twitched with interest and he tried not to preen under that gaze.  

Sebastien’s eyes and teeth were back to normal now, with no hint of the golden contacts or the vampire fangs, and Alec fleetingly assumed that he must have removed them at some point between getting the whisky and appearing in front of him looking like he was about to ravish him. Oh dear god, please let him be about to ravish me, he thought with a big, dumb grin spreading across his face.  

Seeing his reaction, Sebastien reached down and knelt facing him on the sofa, running his palm over the already-growing bulge in Alec’s jeans. Alec let out a deep grunt and rocked his hips up into the contact, throwing his head back against the soft, open weave of the white fabric. “Oh fuck,” he hissed.  

Sebastien’s fingers found the button of his jeans and deftly undid it, but he paused. “May I?” he asked, and Alec found himself nodding before he’d even worked out what Sebastien wanted.  

He found out a moment later, when his jeans were around his ankles and Sebastien was kneeling on the floor between his knees and licking a long stripe up the length of his rapidly hardening cock.  

“Oh god,” he panted as the wet heat of Sebastien’s mouth engulfed half of his length and then drew back to leave his wet tip exposed to the slight chill of the apartment air. The contrast stole his breath for a heartbeat, but Sebastien returned his attentions to his cock, gently sucking and working him to full hardness in a matter of minutes.  

Pleasure sparked through Alec’s whole body and he strained not to thrust back into Sebastien’s mouth, even as Sebastien took him right to the back of his throat, the tip of Alec’s cock nudging against the silky resistance of his throat.  

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he chanted as Sebastien’s fingertips just teased and caressed the underside of his balls too, and Sebastien hollowed his cheeks and sucked a little more insistently. “Oh fuck…” Really fucking eloquent here, Alec, he thought vaguely, but one look down at the vision kneeling between his legs and sucking him off drove even that thought from his brain.  

The suck and slide of Sebastien’s mouth was incredible, and while he had no idea quite how much time passed, it felt like mere seconds as the heat stoked in him until he could feel the orgasm threatening to crash through him. “I’m… I’m really close…” he gasped as Sebastien moaned against his cock, sending little vibrations thrumming through him and tipping him even closer. The sharp prick of his teeth every now and again was a perfect counterpoint to the slick heat of his mouth, and it was never enough to hurt. Normally Alec wasn’t one for including teeth in this, but with Sebastien, it felt perfect.  

Sebastien pulled back just as Alec felt himself beginning to coil up, his lips swollen and glistening from the exertion of bringing him that close, and he smiled. He looked radiant, and Alec’s cock twitched enthusiastically in his hands as he let out a soft whimper. The air was cold and his tip beaded pre-come freely, which Sebastien thumbed away with a surprisingly tender gesture, only to watch as more pearled immediately at his slit. Using just the tip of his tongue, Sebastien lapped at it delicately and Alec’s whole body shuddered.  

His thighs shook at the tiny, intense stimulation, with Sebastien's fingers gripping the base of his cock in a tight circle, and he gasped, chest heaving. It was too much and not enough, and as he found his perineum teased as well, he bellowed and trembled. He was half a heartbeat away from coming harder than he could ever remember coming in his life, and Sebastien wasn’t going to let him have it. He roared and ground his teeth, bucking his hips, which made Sebastien laugh softly.  

“Alright,” he heard him murmur, before he swallowed him down to the back of his throat again, and Alec shattered with a yell.

When he finally blinked his eyes open, he found that Sebastien had risen and was sitting on the small sofa beside him, whisky in hand, staring openly at him. He didn’t look smug exactly, but there was a quiet satisfaction to his brown eyes that made Alec flush, at which Sebastien’s beautiful lips drew back into a smile. He noted again those slightly larger canines, but they were nothing like the vampire teeth he had worn earlier.  

“What do you want?” Alec asked, voice hoarse. God, he sounded wrecked. Had he really shouted so hard he’d made his throat sore?

Sebastien’s dolorous, dark eyes crinkled slightly at the corners. “What do you want?”

“To watch you come,” he said immediately.  

“And how would you like me to come?” Sebastien replied, sipping nonchalantly at the golden liquor as if the were discussing what Alec would like Sebastien to wear. As it was, his leather pants were constricting his obvious hard-on in a way that had to be painful for him, and his shirt was open at the neck to reveal delicate collarbones and a glimpse of his beautiful olive skinned chest.  

He was an absolute vision. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he blurted in a whisper before he could stop himself, and to his surprise, Sebastien laughed. The sound was bright, delighted, and oddly self-conscious, as if he hadn’t been expecting a compliment like that. “Sorry,” he added, looking away. “Look… if you’ve got condoms, I’m… I’m good to… you know…”

“You want me to fuck you?” Sebastien asked, his gaze sharpening again.  

“Yes?”  

“’Yes?’ Or ‘yes’…?” Sebastien asked, seeking clarification.  

“Yes. But I don't understand your question.”

“Look at me,” Sebastien said.  

“Hard not to…” Alec quipped back, still feeling utterly wrung out.  

“Most people assume I’m going to be the one taking it…”

Alec’s eyebrows rose as realisation settled. “Oh. And, what, I look like a top?”

Sebastien’s lips twitched. “Conventionally more so than I do, with your rugged looks and the rough shadow around your jaw…”

“So… do you want me to… you know…? Or…” Fuck, he felt like a teenager again, struggling to articulate himself and not get his sentences in a tangle while this breathtaking creature just sat there and watched him make an idiot out of himself.

“I very much want to fuck you,” Sebastien said at last. “If you’d like that as well.”

“Yes,” he said instantly.  

Sebastien set down his glass and rose in a single, elegant motion, and then held his hand out to Alec.

His skin was still cool, especially next to Alec’s searing body, and his hold was steady as Alec heaved himself to his feet and allowed himself to be alternately tugged and kissed into the bedroom. 

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Part Three

Behold, plot has appeared to go with the Halloween porn I had planned. Alec’s family will come up in the next chapter.

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