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little-star-library · 2 months

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Satin Sheets

Pairing: Astarion x gn!Reader

18+ only (mdni please)

Summary: This is just a short little drabble that I brewed in my head and I couldn’t stop thinking about what domestic life with Astarion would be like and I got ahead of myself with this one. Just some spicy fluff with our favorite pale elf.

Genre/Tags: fluff, spicy, little spicy anyways, soft Astarion, slight Dom Astarion, light teasing, blood, blood drinking, sexual themes

Word Count: 2,000+ words

Astarion has always had a taste for the finer things in life, vampire or not, and he has spared no expense when it comes to spoiling you absolutely rotten. And after all that you and your ragtag group of friendly weirdos have been through to defeat the Netherbrain, he took it upon himself to find the “perfect slice of paradise”, according to him, for the fresh start that the two of you so rightly deserved being the heroes of Baldur’s Gate and such. Even if he still remained to be a creature of the night after killing Cazador and refusing to fulfill the right to profane ascension, Astarion yearned for a new life with you by his side and that’s all he could ever want for as long as you’ll have him.

Now searching for your new home was no easy feat as your bosom companion was rather selective in his choices, but you both settled on a little cottage on the outskirts of the Lower City that was a bit of a fixer upper. With a little love and care, along with a generous amount of gold that may or may not have been acquired in an honest manner, your humble abode began to take shape into the ideal sanctuary that Astarion dreamed of. He made sure to include everything that you both could possibly want even if you insisted that he was all you needed to be happy and content, but he insisted on fulfilling all of your desires one way or another. So over time, you and Astarion worked together to create the perfect atmosphere that encompassed a personal reading nook with floor to ceiling bookcases to house all of the books and tomes you collected during your adventures, a small garden for you to plant and grow your favorite herbs and flowers; along with many rugs, furniture, and paintings to decorate the space. But Astarion claimed the bedroom as his domain to furnish. And who were you to deny him?

To say that he lacked any ambition for interior design would be a severe understatement and it certainly showed when it came to his plans for your shared boudoir. Out of the few rooms that were in the cottage, the bedroom would always be Astarion’s favorite. The room itself wasn’t very impressive to him at first glance, but with great determination there came even better possibilities. In the end, the bedroom felt more comfortable yet quaint in his perspective, but in more of a romantic sense nonetheless. Besides the fireplace, there were a smattering of candles placed throughout the area to engulf it in a dim glow along with furs and rugs that lined the wooden floor so Astarion could walk freely without having to dread about the cold temperature of the floorboards. However, the crowning jewel was the four poster bed that stood in the middle of the room with the fluffiest of mattresses, a canopy of crimson red velvet to shut out the sunlight when needed, and a matching set of the softest satin bedsheets that cradled you in a delicate and tender embrace you would never want to let go of.

“Now isn’t this cozy, darling? I think I would go as far to say that this room is the very heart of the house, aside from yours, of course.” His honeyed words always sent your heart a flutter no matter the subject, but he did have a point. Other than the more obvious activities that took place within those bedsheets, you both spent most of your time as of late in bed lazing around and whispering sweet nothings to each other without a care in the world. It truly was paradise to experience something like this with Astarion, to see him so at ease and be able to feel the warmth and love that you held only for him without any further obligations to chain him down. And like so many other occasions that you’ve shared in your bedroom, that is where you currently found yourself now.

The sun had begun to descend for the day and neither you or Astarion had made any motion to draw open the curtains of the canopy. Over time, you began to adjust your sleeping schedule to be more accommodating to your lover’s needs despite your ambitions to discover a way for him to be able to walk in the sun once again. But in the meantime, the two of you basked in the encompassing darkness because this somehow never bothered Astarion, not like this at least, not when he had you wrapped around his frame as he rested atop you and with his head laying against your chest to listen to the slow, rhythmic beating of your heart.

He always awoke from his trance before you so he could admire your presence while you slept and it always made him melt inside knowing that you willingly chose to be in such a vulnerable position all because you trusted him with your life. You looked so peaceful as you slumbered through the day and he looked upon you with an overwhelming amount of admiration, a soft sigh escaping from his lips at the sight. He thought it was truly selfish of him to wake you, but he yearned to hear your voice and feel your loving caress over his body. Your touch was always so gentle and he could never get enough of it.

As gingerly as he could muster, Astarion shifted his weight and started to litter kisses across your chest, starting at where your heart rested and up to the crook of your neck, nibbling gently at the marks he left behind the day before when you offered to let him feed his sanguine hunger, lingering there for a moment as you began to rouse from your slumber. He continued his trek of loving pecks across your jawline and to your cheeks and across your forehead before you puffed out a long exhale with the faintest smile that signaled his trickery at work. With one last dawdling kiss at the corner of your lips from his, you rose a hand to entwine into the crown of disheveled curls that lay over his head, lightly scratching at his scalp which resulted in him falling back into your arms to lay his head upon your chest and practically purring at your gentle affection.

“Awake already, my love? I hope I’m not disturbing your rest.” The low timbre of Astarion’s ‘morning voice’ reached your ears and it sent a shiver down your spine, but you knew all too well of his intentions as you could feel the smirk growing across his face against you.

“No, not all,” you breathed out. “But I was having such a wonderful dream.”

“Oh, is that right? Won’t you tell me about it?” Blinking away the remaining remnants from your sleep addled eyes, you peer down to find those familiar orbs of crimson gleaming in the dark already locking with your gaze that was filled with his fondness and endearment for you.

“Well let’s see,” you closed your eyes and pretended to recollect on your dreams as if they were fading away, but the truth was that you could never forget those vivid visions that your mind had conjured. This earned a playful nip at your sternum from Astarion and it made you squeal in surprise, the sound of him chuckling in response to your squirming only further tested you, but you didn’t have the nerve to complain. You loved it when he was playful with you like this.

“Don’t keep me waiting, love. The anticipation is killing me.”

You looked upon Astarion once more and smiled sweetly at the sight before you. He watched your eyes flutter with his chin resting against your solar plexus and you couldn’t help but lower your hand from his hair to cup his face, stroking your thumb across his pale cheek absentmindedly as your other hand brushed down his arm that was wrapped around your waist. His smile matched your own and let out an unneeded sigh of contentment as he grasped your hand to place a kiss at the inside of your palm, making your breath hitch slightly at the simple gesture. He truly was a vision both in your dreams and reality, a beautiful and somewhat ethereal being that you would instantly gravitate towards.

“It was much like this actually,” your voice barely above a whisper. “Our limbs entangled with each other’s beneath these sheets, gliding across the bed while we take our time caressing and kissing our bodies, mapping out the spots that made us whimper and sigh with pleasure.”

The thought alone made you squeeze your thighs together in search of friction and you could feel a blush rising from your neck to the tip of your ears. Astarion’s eyes seemed to darken in the already dim lighting at the subject of your tale and you could tell that you had his rapt attention by now as he rose from his position to lay on his side with his chin resting in his hand to stare down at you with a look of growing desire consuming his facial features. That sight alone left you breathless and you couldn’t take your eyes off his own gaze, licking your lips in anticipation of his next move.

“Go on, darling. Tell me everything.” His voice emitted a low growl at the sensation of his member hardening against the soft satin, trying to rein in his control before he lost all sense to take you right then and there.

“I-I remember you taking me into your arms,” you began, a slight chill running down your spine at the hungry look in his eyes. Oh gods, those eyes. You knew that look very intimately. It always made you weak at the knees and if it weren’t for the fact that you were lying in bed, you’d be quite sure that he would have you lying in a puddle instead. Trying with all your might to not break eye contact with him was rather difficult, but you couldn’t stand to not see his reactions. “And you devoured me in more ways than one, as if you were completely starved until I begged you to stop, making me cry out your name while you took your fill.”

Your breath was shaking towards the end of your sentence, but Astarion was quick to silence you as he cupped your jaw in both hands at a better angle and leaned down to take your lips in a tender, desperate kiss. The sensation of his mouth was electrifying to say the least and you froze up in surprise for only a second until you hastily reciprocated his actions. There was a familiar pool of warmth that sank in the pit of your core and it grew and grew into a rising flame when your beloved vampire started to tease your bottom lip with the edge of his fangs and a lick of his tongue, silently requesting your permission for entry. You complied willingly and gasped at the touch of his tongue, the two of you moaning softly as you explored each other’s mouths. He tasted utterly divine in what you could only describe as him with the slight undertone of your blood and a hint of red wine he indulged in the night previous. It was simply intoxicating and you never wanted this moment to come to an end. You were floating in a cloud of bliss with only thanks to his attentive ministrations as you held onto him for dear life, tangling your fingers in the curls that rested at the nape of his neck and tugging oh so gently to tease him even more. This earned you another bite from those gorgeous fangs, pricking your flesh until you felt a drop of blood pool to the surface of your lips which Astarion gladly lapped up, making him groan in delight at the taste of your precious essence. But before you even took notice he pulled away suddenly and rested your forehead against yours, the ghost of his cold instinctual breath entwined with your warm gasps of excitement as you tried in vain to regain your breathing. It was all for naught though as you looked up to Astarion and the oxygen left your lungs to see him panting with the pupils of his eyes blown by his carnal thirst that he only held in his undead heart for you.

“Maybe,” you wheezed. “Maybe I’m still dreaming after all.” A chuckle rumbled from Astarion’s chest at your statement and it made your blush darken at the thought of amusing him. It pleased you to know that you could have these little moments of teasing banter that came as a second nature to you both.

“Perhaps you still are, my sweet.” He quipped back, stroking a few loose hairs behind your ear and kissing you at the tip of your nose. “But if this were a dream, then how does it end?”

His smile was infectious and you were completely enamored by his sultry flirting. He knew you couldn’t stand to be teased by him for so long and he knew which buttons to press to get you right where he wanted you. It was infuriating, but you loved it all the same. Brushing your nose along his own, you leaned up just enough to kiss him briefly and wrapped your arms over his shoulders.

“What if there was no ending?” You questioned him. “What if we stay in this dream forever, in each other’s arms just like this?”

“Oh darling,” he thumbs at the bottom of your chin to catch the remaining blood that dribbled from your lips and sucks it into his mouth, licking it away as you whimpered at the sight. “You had me at forever.”

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #dungeons and dragons #18+ only #18+ content #fluff #smut #little star library

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cozymoko · 9 months

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hello:)) could you maybe do a yandere kaname kuran with another pure blood girl? the girl could be a pretty inexperienced vampire, maybe she was kept as a human for safety kinda like yuki.. change around as you like!! thank you☺️☺️

if possible maybe even a little spicy 😏😏

YANDERE! KANAME W/ A PUREBLOOD READER — 🩸

Pairing: Yandere! Kaname Kuran x new pureblood! reader

Note: Yesss, ofc!

Format: Headcanons; 2nd person

WARNING(S): yandere themes, slightly suggestive (bad)

THE COLLAPSE OF many pureblood families had unfortunately not been uncommon. Yours, my dear, happened to be the unfortunate choice. And with their destruction went your title. You had been forced to live as a human, without a memory to your name. All for the sake of your being, a new bloodline. It felt surreal, like a dream. A dream you had no choice but to come to terms with.

Luckily (or not) for you, a certain Kuran was determined to revive your former self. The real one he had come to adore. Hah, it's safe to say you have a very extensive past with each other.

Though he admits, your parents did quite an extraordinary job at hiding your whereabouts. Not even your average pure blood was guaranteed success in their searches for you. However, Kaname is no ordinary pure blood; oh heavens no! He is the Kaname Kuran, a rather selfish and greedy man when it comes to those he holds dear to him.

You happen to be one of the few. How lovely~!

Kaname reaches out and cups your cheeks in his palms. He savored the warmth of your skin, for it was the last time he would feel it. The gentle flushing of your cheeks had gnawed away at his last ounce of composure. Truthfully, it wasn't in his best interest to ravish you, though it was tempting. It would simply have to wait.

He almost felt guilty for snatching it all away from you. The subtle beauty of being a human, living your life as anything bus immortal, passing on with those you held close. Ahem — almost.

“[Name],” The man cooed. “Do you trust me?” You blinked, resisting the urge to squirm under his watchful gaze. He was a patient man, though not when it came to you.

Even having you beneath him for hours on end had not been enough to quench his thirst. Even now, he awaited your answer like a loyal dog, itching for your affections.

“Y...yes.”

Your hesitancy didn't go unnoticed, not that it mattered anyways. Your skin went soft against the chill of his lips, it was definitely something you had to get used to. Kaname slowly nipped at your skin, lavishing it in wet, hot kisses.

He held your hand tight in one hand, fingers interlocked into one; whilst the other tucked loose strands from your sight. Gently stripping you of the silks that concealed your skin, allowing your blood to bleed through its sheer fabric.

“Let me know if it hurts, [Name].”

HE WAS QUICK to wed you after your transformation.

However, he’ll keep it a secret if you happen to attend the academy. There's no doubt that you’ll be transferred to the night class to live alongside him and the others. Though he tries so hard to hide it, he’s a possessive man at heart. Kaname in no way views you as an object, and yet he wishes to own your entire being.

Under no circumstances will you take blood from another man - or anyone for that matter. If you do, he’s quick to wipe them from your sight. You should never have to rely on someone who isn't him. Just the thought drives him insane.

Isolated and subjected to hours of needles, torturous thoughts of the world around you. The world you had once embraced in your mortal body. It's a shame what love does to a person. It's laughable, truly. You just happened to be one of the lucky ones to get to finally understand what hell feels like...

Im intrigued; wont you tell me a little, dear~?

Soft tears spilled from your puffy eyes for what seemed to be endless. They were warm, something your skin no longer was. You had tried not to let your sorrows consume you, but today, they’d bested you. Hugging your knees to your chest, you peer out one of the many windows that stretched along the Kuran manor. Well, your manor. And yet it provided you little comfort. “What’s bothering you so much, dear?”

Instinctively, you reach out, allowing the man to scoop you into his lean arms. You were a fool, your mother would scold you. How could you ever allow a Kuran to woo you so; to take away the mortal life you were gifted? But you couldn’t help it, he was all you had. Kaname was the only one who kept you warm at night.

Kaname was the only reminder of your old life.

Kaname was the only one you could trust.

Kaname —

“I’m sorry…” Kaname murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. “I truly am {Name}. Please, dry your tears.”

Sorry? Yes, that he was. Although not for the reasons you’re thinking dearest. He’s a Kuran after all; the man is bound to be selfish! Kaname is so, oh so very sorry. He hates seeing you cry…but, he hates the thought of losing you much more.

#—🍁#x reader #yandere x darling #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere x y/n #kaname kuran x reader #yandere hedacanons #kaname kuran #vampire knight headcanons #vampire knight

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anacecherry · 8 months

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I was looking through the Fionna and Cake trailer to look for scenes we haven't seen in the show yet, and I noticed how most of them are most likely from the same episode. So, on this post, I will be talking about my theories/speculations for Episode 7, The Star.[Spoilers for the episode synopsis under the cut]

So this is what we know about the episode right now.

My first theory was that the title came from whatever happens in the gumlee subplot or maybe it was about Cake being "the star" of the vampire hunters, but then my friend Will reminded me how the previous episodes were all names of characters (Yes, Im counting Destiny idc), and said it could be a nickname for a pre existing character. Maybe it could be this world's Marcy's "Vampire Name". I dont know enough on the topic to be able to tell if it would fit in with the theme the vampires in Stakes had, but it does have an article at its start.

For the first screenshots we have these. The first image shows up near the end of the trailer, its 3 vampires attacking. I think these two are back to back, as the vamps are exactly the same. In the second image the third vampire is in the background and appears to have knocked Fionna down, with Simon standing next to the vampire. Maybe Cake does that attack in rage due to them hurting Fionna.

This is a one second scene and the frame where the explosions dont cover up the whole screen is very hard to catch, but these are the same garlic bombs Peppermint Butler had in Stakes. Maybe the Bubblegum of this universe, along with Pep But, is working with the vampire hunters.

Following up on what I said about Marcy having a "Vampire Name". When I first read the synopsis I assumed that Marcy was the one leading the vamp hunters, as it only makes sense. Being a Vampire hunter was a big part of her backstory that led to her *becoming* one. But I then realized, what's going on here, might be completely different. Not only is she already a vampire, both in the trailer and on the poster this Marceline looks pretty smug for someone presumably fighting for her life, and she has that dress which looks very "royal"(to me, at least).

I thought maybe she embraced being the vampire queen, and attacked the humans, but that wouldn't make sense. Why would she hurt the beings she wiped out an entire species for? And then it clicked: this Marcy never had a Simon at all. She was found by vampires instead of him. Remember the conversation Simon and little Marcy had at the beginning of episode 2?

Someone rich? Living in a castle? With people trained to tend to their every need? Sounds a hell lot like a king.

This conversation is going to come up again. Simon is going to find out that No, Marcy would NOT have been fine if he didn't find her. He's going to see what would really have happened to her if she never met him. In all the past episodes Simon's been constantly told that he sucks, that Ice King was "better" and "more fun". He's been feeling like he truly did not matter and had no value, that it would be better for everyone if he just went back to being Ice King. He's going to see that that's not true, that he does matter. That Marcy values and needs him, even if things are different now. Maybe he won't get it immediately, but he might start doubting his decision to wear the crown again. I'm so confident in this I will eat my door if it doesn't happen.

Human huntress wizard with a garlic arrow. Obviously its from this episode. She must be a hunter(duh) and maybe she's the leader as well. Or maybe Im right about Bonnie being there and *she's* the leader.

Im only assuming this scene is from this episode bc the background color scheme is similar, I dont have any other evidence for it. It may be after Cake beats the vampires, where she gets approached by the hunters to join in. Im kinda basing this theory off the voice line that goes along with it in the trailer ("Now that is a party I don't wanna miss" Who'd wanna miss out on the fun of hunting evil vampires?), but the voice line may be about something else and she could be praising herself to the hunters here (she just has that vibe in here).

A gun(?) Lowers down to face the gang. They smile at it nervously. The ground theyre standing on is wet, and so is Cake. I don't know the reason for that, because they didn't immediately come here after leaving the Winter Kingdom. They might have gotten their clothes wet on some other universe and then came to this world, or maybe this is after they fight the vampires and they somehow got splashed with water during the process. I came up with two possibilities of what might be going on here:

Option A) It is the vampires spotting and trying to kill them. If thats the case they might've destroyed the gun before it could shoot them, or maybe Fionna got shot and thats why she's down on the scene where Cake is attacking. Both end up with the 3 vampire goons attacking.

Option B) It's the vampire hunters seeing them, either after the fight or right as they arrive, and they think the gang are vampires as well until they show their teeth

This isn't from the trailer its from a magazine. I think its from this episode because of the background, like that Cake screenshot. This may be after Cake is recruited. Fionna seems to be annoyed so maybe Cake is doing something wrong and Fionna's disagreeing with her. Or maybe Cake's trying to annoy Fionna and it's working. My friend @weirdlizard26 said this about it, which is far better than what I came up with:

And that's it for the speculation! I wanted to talk about the rest of the scenes in the trailer as well but 1) this post is long enough as it is and 2) tumblr image limit is not being kind to me rn. I might make a separate post for those if I get the motivation. Untill then you'll have just one post of me going insane rambling about what could happen in a show about an old man having an existential crisis and a girlfailure with her cat.

#tagging time #at #adventure time #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #fionna campbell #cake the cat #marceline the vampire queen #marceline abadeer #huntress wizard #ace's cherry #fionna the human #<- I forgot she had 2 tags

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mindmeltonabun-blog · 4 months

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My Demon: Inspiration or Plagiarism?

Guardian Goblin...Guardian Mountain God...Guardian Demon

In the latest drama, "My Demon," we're introduced to a guardian demon. However, as I delved into the series, a sense of déjà vu crept in. Was this guardian demon truly distinct, or did he bear striking similarities to others we've seen before?

Questions about plagiarism first emerged when Gu Won's death scene in "My Demon" closely resembled that of Kim Shin's death scene in "Goblin". Many dismissed the notion that the writer had plagiarized the scene, citing the cinematographer had worked on both "Goblin" and "My Demon".

However, I believe the issue of plagiarism extended beyond cinematography; from the characterization of the male lead to the overall concepts, "My Demon" seemed almost identical to well-known fantasy kdramas, echoing themes, lines, and scenes from its predecessors. The writer, Choi Ah Il, appeared to borrow extensively from existing works, crossing the line between inspiration and outright plagiarism.

Gu Won, the guardian demon, was a mishmash of characters from various supernatural dramas. His personality, appearance, and even punishment seemed like something taken right out of "Goblin", "Tale of the Nine-Tailed", and "Doom at Your Service." Beyond his Thanos-like finger snap and cross tattoo, there was very little that made him unique.

For a writer who criticized goblins, nail-tailed foxes, grim reapers, and vampires, Choi Ah Il failed to differentiate her demon. Gu Won could've been a distinctive supernatural character with his own unique backstory or even a different style, but instead, he felt like a Frankenstein creation of well-established supernatural creatures. Ultimately, I was left to wonder if the writer or even Gu Won himself knew who he really was.

In my field, we constantly aim to create innovative and original ideas. Therefore, I understand the fear that can come with breaking new ground. For Choi Ah Il's first fantasy drama, the fear of her original ideas not being good enough might have led her to heavily rely on existing works.

My advice to Choi Ah Il is to have more confidence in both herself and her ideas. When we put our entire heart and soul into our work, our sincerity and passion will shine through, making them more likely to be appreciated by others. We should embrace all of our "crazy" ideas instead of plagiarizing others' work. Even if our idea doesn't work out, at least we know we gave it our all. And this, to me, is infinitely more fulfilling than imitating others.

So in conclusion, "My Demon" had the potential to be a great fantasy drama, but it seemed to copy too much from others' works. Whether it's an issue of inspiration or outright plagiarism, the drama left me wondering what ideas truly belonged to Choi Ah Il. As viewers, we deserve to experience a writer's unique voice, not a patchwork of borrowed elements hastily stitched together. Going forward, I'll probably give this writer one more chance to improve her scriptwriting. I must add that if it weren't for the great cast and their impeccable acting and adlibs, this drama would've been doomed due to its messy plot and lack of true originality.

Below are some scenes and concepts from other shows and movies that are nearly identical to the ones in "My Demon". I'll let you decide for yourself if you think the writer of "My Demon" was inspired by other's works or simply plagiarized them.

(Note: I might add more later, but it's a lot of work to go through each show and screenshot everything and then compile them in a collage)

p.s. I'll post my review, thoughts, and analysis for Eps 15-16 in a few days!

Goblin The Great and Lonely God

Hooded supernatural

2. Objects that represent the end of a human's journey...clocks instead of tea cups

3. The mother has complications with her daughter's birth and is saved by a supernatural being

4. In the past, the FL dies, ML kills a bunch of people, and ML ends his life. ML has memories of his past sins erased. As punishment, ML is turned into a grim reaper character.

Others:

The quote Madam Ju said in Ep 3 about plants and seeds was similar to the one said by Ji Tak in "Goblin": Humans have four lives. A life of planting seeds, a life of watering seeds, a life of harvesting, and a life of using the harvests.

The ML's had blamed God for all the obstacles in their lives and when they finally got a chance to talk to God, God told them they didn't have all the anwers to their questions and that they didn't know everything similar to God in MD.

The FL dies at the peak of her happiness similar to how in MD, the FL's parents died at the peak of her happiness.

The FL in "Goblin" was the key to ending the ML's life as an immortal just like how in MD, the FL was the key to making the ML human.

Tale of the Nine Tailed

Supernatural ML has an obsession with desserts

2. FL died in the past to save the ML

3. FL's parents is involved in a car accident on FL's birthday (9th birthday in TOTNT and 10th birthday in MD)

4. Wishes Granted By The Devils

5. Wishes and Exploiting Other's Misfortunes to Survive

6. FL wears object and remembers tragic past life

7. Personal Hell is being in a world without the FL

8. Working for the Divine as Their Best Performer

9. Mother-like Figure is a Goddess

10. Wearing Two Wedding Rings

Others:

In "Tale of the Nine Tailed," The Almighty granted Nine-Tailed Foxes or Gumihos various powers, but they were bound by one rule: they must fulfill their end of the deal/contract with humans or face death. This rule aimed to prevent Gumihos from murdering humankind. Similarly, in "My Demon," Gu Won faced a similar fate. If he didn't make deals with humans, he would die. Additionally, if Gu Won murdered humans, he would also face death. In both cases, rules and contracts were established to prevent supernatural beings endowed with god-like powers from killing humans.

The concept of wanting to live or die together in TOTNT was also present in MD

In TOTNT, the FL tried to protect the ML, but ended up dying. In the present, the ML made it a mission to protect the FL to prevent the same tragic fate from happening. ML ended up saving the FL in present but died in the process...and then ML came back to life just like in MD.

ML in TOTNT came back to life/was reincarnated as a mortal human with Gumiho powers similar to how after Gu Won came back to life, he was a human with demon powers.

Twilight

Supernatural leaves human because they hates their monstrous nature

2. Supernatural watches their human sleep

3. Human is kidnapped to draw out supernatural ML

4. Human gets a leg injury during kidnapping

Others:

Gu Won played "Clair de lune" just like Edward did in Twilight

Doom At Your Service

Listening to others' wishes and meeting a wisher that would change their fate

2. Beginning of a new journey filled with hand-holding, bubbles, and water

3. Necessaity of holding hands/wrist to recharge

4. Creating a dream of the FL's deepest desire

5. Celebrating a supernatural's birthday

Others:

One of the major themes in DAYS was choices just like in MD

Hotel Del Luna

Fireflies by the lake

Others:

FL's name was Man Wol (means "Full Moon") in HDL and FL's name in MD was Wol Sim (means "Moon Heart")

#my demon #do dohee #gu won #kim yoojung #song kang #jeong gu won #tale of the nine tailed #goblin the lonely and great god #doom at your service #twilight #eclipse #new moon #breaking dawn #grim reaper #lee yeon #kim shin #myul mang #there are probably grammatical mistakes

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robsheridan · 7 months

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Photos from BITE ME, the premier zine of the late-70s UK Vampire Punk scene. The small but passionate scene was fueled by young vampires inspired by the rebellious anti-establishment themes of human punk music. Vampunks rejected old notions that their kind should not participate in human culture or make themselves known, or that their lives should be governed by ancient rules they felt had no place in the modern world. All of this irked the Vampiric Council, who saw “out-of-control” youth as a threat to the “traditional” vampire ways of life. Unlike their ethnocentric elders, vampunks practiced “radical tolerance” of other monsters, welcoming zombies, mummies, franks, golems, trolls, and other shunned creatures to their shows. But nothing infuriated vampire traditionalists more than the vampunks’ open embrace of lycans, rejecting the centuries-long war between the two species. Shows were often held on full moons so that werewolves could not only attend, but in some cases participate - seminal vampunk band Drac & The Bats famously had a lycan drummer. “WAR IS THE ONLY MONSTER” was a saying commonly scrawled on the clothes of young vampire and werewolf punks who saw their communal music as a political statement.

Ultimately, vampire punk ended as suddenly as it began, when the increasingly public nature of the shows lured long-dormant monster hunters out of retirement, prompting swift and aggressive joint action from the Vampiric and Lycan Councils that effectively banned unauthorized vampire gatherings. But the death of vampunk was not in vain: In coming together to address a common threat, a line of communication between lycans and vampires was opened that allowed for a new “cold war” era of relative peace. And vampunk’s musical influences lived on as well, with many of the same vampires reportedly moving on to secretly involve themselves very prominently in human music through the gothic and new wave scenes of the early 1980s. In this way, vampunk - much like its participants - will truly never die.

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celestialspecial · 11 months

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Blood Rush (Pt.2)

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After being alive for far longer than any man should be, Billy is convinced he's seen it all. Until his path crosses with a mysterious girl and the game changes-for both of them. In ways neither could have ever imagined.

Warnings for Series: Mentions and descriptions of blood/grisly scenes, 18+themes and spice, use your own judgement.

One second you were in a dark alleyway, the musty smell infiltrated your nostrils. The dank heaviness that hung in the air.

Then you could smell the man holding onto you- a musky scent, punctuated with a spice you couldn’t place. It wafted from his skin, from his hair that hung in your face.

The dull ache between your legs, a pressure from his knee pressing where you needed it but it wasn’t enough. You never needed anything quite so bad before.

An unhinged desire seemed to crash against you in waves. Then you felt it. A sharp prick against your neck, searing pain then bliss.

Like all the blood in your body was replaced with warm honey. Flowing through your veins, every major artery pulsed in pleasure.

If this was deaths warm embrace perhaps you could stomach it. A slow decent into darkness.

Billy fed and fed until he could feel a wobble in your pulse. Pulling back and staunching the flow with a pin prick of his own blood.

You’d slowly slipped into unconsciousness, held in place by his arms. The buzzing in his head reached a fever pitch.

You tasted so good but it wasn’t what he’d experienced before. Some peoples blood just tasted better, gave off an undeniable fragrance that tantalized the intense sense of a vamp.

This wasn’t that.

He felt a prickling sensation creep across his skin and heat rose to his cheeks. THe usual blood rush would streak through his system in a matter of minutes.

This built slowly. The poor girl in his arms shifted and Billy knew he needed to get her home and off the streets. God forbid another vamp came back with friends looking to end her for good.

Her wallet had an ID and address on the other side of town. Resting her against his chest as he thumbed through the other contents of her purse to verify this information.

Something stopped him cold in his process. His fingers. They looked…pink.

The pale flesh he had grown accustomed to was replaced with a soft tinge of a flush. The pads a deeper hue of the tone.

His heart sunk. He’d drunk too much. He’d killed her, for the blood to overtake him so powerfully.

Pushing aside your hair, fingers skimming against the revealed skin. He felt a pulse. It wasn’t weak or fading. She truly was just passed out.

Shaking his head, Billy adjusted the wallet back into her purse and tossed her into a carry that allowed him to move more easily.

What would take a normal person hours to traverse, it only took Billy less than 15 minutes. Moving quickly and staying out of sight, carrying this girl in his arms with ease.

He could feel the blood settling into his system. Strength and speed picking up, it was as if his joints crackled with newfound power and dexterity.

Muscles tensing and releasing in powerful synchronicity.

It was a familiar rush that happened after every feeding.Go too far and an inexperienced vampire could go drunk with that power. Become lost in it.

Losing sense of time and space itself. Some would go crazy. Killing and killing until another vampire took them out for risk of being caught and their species being exposed.

The door to your apartment popped open, key swinging inward as Billy carried you over the threshold carefully so as not to wake any prying neighbors.

It was a small place he noticed. A tiny kitchen table strewn with all matter of paper. The dark screen of a laptop stared back at him.

A couch in a makeshift living room, bookshelves from floor to ceiling completely enveloped in books on every subject. He didn’t miss the few shelves dedicated to romance novels.

If he didn’t know better he’d say he felt the telltale whisper of a blush on his cheeks. What did you like to read about? What naughty ideas popped into your head when reading them?

Did you touch yourself-

No.

He needed to get you to your bed then leave. And probably never see you again. The thought turned his stomach in a way he didn’t want to think about.

A small bedroom stood off to the side, a queen bed consumed almost the entire room. Soft purple sheets and a crumpled duvet lay off to the side.

Setting you down gently, adjusting the pillow so your hair splayed across it, he took a step back.

You looked so small and innocent lying here before him. Grabbing the corner of the duvet he pulled it up to your shoulders. Being sure not to make it look too staged that you were tucked in.

Denying himself the urge to reach out and caress the skin of your cheek. How had you not been killed by another vampire smelling the delicious scent that you carried?

The thought would most likely consume him in the high hours of the day when he’d be trying to sleep.

Along with thoughts of your face.

The undeniable tightness at the front of his pants reminded him he needed to go. Making sure the key was back on your table with your purse as he climbed out the window onto the nearby fire escape.

Billy didn’t remember the last time he prayed. Maybe it was as he lay in the street bleeding out. How he’d foolishly believed his prayer was being answered at the sight of a beautiful face above him.

How stupid he’d been.

But tonight he’d pray. For your safety, that for however long you had seemed to fly under the radar of the vampires in the city, that it would continue.

And with that, he pushed off from the wrought iron railing, jumping to the alleyway below and taking off back in the opposite direction of your home.

“Damn you look like shit.” Cassie lovingly noted through your FaceTime call in the morning.

“Gee thanks. I feel great.” The sarcasm leeches into your words as you tossed your hair into a messy updo, grabbing the nearby spoon coated in peanut butter.

“Sorry, I just didn’t realize you’d partied so hard. You didn’t even text me you got home!”

To be honest you didn’t remember getting home. All you remembered were deep red eyes and a flourish of pleasure coursing through your veins before passing out.

Somewhere in there you must’ve got your shit together and called a cab. How else would you have got home?

You did not plan on mentioning the fact that bloodsucking vampires existed and you almost became one’s meal last night.

Your body tensed at the thought of the large bald man with razor sharp fangs.

But then the other man…the handsome one who had been watching you from the club.

How he’d found you after you’d taken off, how he’d saved your life.

“Earth to bestie?”

“Sorry. I’m just really tired. I passed out and totally forgot to text, but as you can see I am home. I am safe. I am dead tired.”

Your response seemed to assuage your friend as she visibly relaxed on her end of the phone screen.

“Im just glad you’re ok. I could tell you were feeling…itchy to leave.” She delicately danced around the subject of you feeling you had been watched.

You had been right.

“Yeah I’m just going to veg out and catch up on some tv shows before work tomorrow.” You took the peanut butter covered spoon into your mouth as you navigated your pathetically small kitchen.

Work. Right.

Sex and the city had made writing in New York seem like a dream gig. You’d have a penthouse somewhere in the upper east side, glamorous outfits to don to extravagant parties.

Instead you were behind a month in rent for a flat the size of a matchbox. You owned exactly three button up shirts that were work appropriate and the rest of your wardrobe consisted of T-shirts with various wolves and dragons on them.

Cleaning the last of the peanut butter off the spoon and tossing it into the sink with a metallic clang you turned back to Cassie, taking a deep inhale, forefingers and thumbs touching in a mock gesture if inner peace.

“Aaaaaand I’m going to prepare for my interview tomorrow.”

“That’s right!! Who was it with again?”

Tugging at the hem of your sleep shorts, ripping a loose thread before you set the phone down, sticking your head in the fridge to see what food you had. Food that was still edible and not having expired months ago.

You frowned as you picked up an old yogurt container that was slowly evolving into a living breathing animal. Tossing the mold ridden thing into the trash.

“Some big shot CEO. Founded Anvil, a personal security service or something. I don’t know, he’s probably one of those high and mighty types.”

“Why’d they give you that interview? It seems like a big deal and you seem….blasé about it.”

The sigh, slash groan that dramatically left your lips as you slammed the fridge door shut, collapsing into a seat at your very tiny kitchen table.

“Because Maura is out on maternity leave, Ross is out of the country on vacation and Jeremy is covering fashion week. The dream team is occupied so they’re stuck with me.”

Cassie frowned, brows furrowed on her semi pixelated brow.

“I don’t like this kinda attitude. YOU are an amazing writer and deserve to be considered a top tier “dream team” occupant as well as any of those others.”

You wanted to believe her, you really did. But writing was your passion and honestly all the projects you’d been put on as of late fell short. No stories had enthralled you, and your lack of enthusiasm clearly showed.

“Cas, I’m tired. I don’t know if I have another droll business-y interview left in me. I try, I really do, but I don’t care about the latest vegan restaurant opening in soho or the new wearable garbage that vogue is printing. How am I supposed to stoke a fire with my words when I’m given the scraps?”

What started as boredom had turned into a blood pumping anger fueled vent session.

“I don’t want to interview a ceo. What am I supposed to ask? Did you always dream of being a millionaire? How do you feel about the stock market right now? Are your suits custom or store bought at Saks?”

“I’m gonna cut you off right there-“ Cassie interjected. “You got a piss poor attitude about this. I know it’s not your dream gig. I know you’re tired, but a high ranking business owner who runs a company making a small fortune that HELLO, people know about.”

She took a long deep breath before continuing.

“People, maybe not you…or me…but people, know about this company and want to hear about its owner. Think of them, write it for them. People who look up to this guy and want to be inspired. Inspire them. Paint one of those lovely pictures with your words.”

Damn her. Cassie was right. Just because you didn’t care about this company didn’t mean other people didn’t.

And this could be the chance for you to impress your boss. Really create a passion piece that blows your readers away.

“Damn you, Cas.”

Your friend grinned brightly on her end. Knowing she had gotten through to you, in the way only she could.

“Go, Go and shine on for both of us my little star!” She exclaimed blowing a kiss to the phone screen. “Now me and my handsome fiancé are going to go get dinner. Make me proud mama.”

With newfound fervor you turned on your laptop, the screen flickering to life as you placed an order for Chinese food. Extra lo mein and crab Rangoon to assist with your brain storming.

Fingers zoomed across your opened word document, typing up juicy question after question. This time would be different, you could feel it.

Billy groaned into his pillow, running his fingers through his mussed locks. Convinced that sleep would evade him but instead he had passed out and slept better than he had in years.

Turning over in his large bed, the image of the girl from the club seared into his mind. The smell of her skin, the way her hair lay framing her face, how those wide eyes had watched his every move.

The way her blood tasted.

The mid-afternoon light shone in his eyes, forcing him to cover his face with his hand to block the…sun.

Sunlight.

The closest thing to fear he could experience shot through his body. Pushing off to the complete other side of the bed, sheets tangling up around his legs.

Holding his hand up to his face and inspecting it carefully. No burns. Not even a red mark marring the pale skin. Allowing his fingertips to poke and prod along his face where the light had hit, coming up empty.

Not a scratch on him. Impossible.

Pushing off the covers and coming to stand on the razor edge of his blackout curtains. The menacing blade of sunlight danced across the carpet, to anyone else it appeared to be a bright clear day outside.

To a vampire that meant certain death. To be caught in the sunlight and burned alive before you even had a chance to escape to the shadows.

Vampires experienced fear less and less as they aged. Soon the only fear that remained was the sun.

Thankfully Billy ran a company and when you’re in charge you get to make meetings and social events whenever you damn well pleased.

Swallowing the anxiety rising like bile in the back of his throat, Billy stuck his hand out tentatively. Inch by inch moving towards the ray of light.

Then he watched as his fingers touched the beam. It flickered over his skin harmlessly. His palm turned this way and that, marveling at this new quandary.

It had been over fifty years since sunlight had touched his skin. Feeling a bit braver he stuck his arm into the light. Then the front of his chest.

Nothing.

Curiosity conquered the fear and he tore open the curtains, letting them fall wide and drenching the room in bright yellow light.

And for the first time in just under a century Billy stood in the light of day. Looking out at the city. His city.

Basking in the warmth on his skin. Admiring how the skyscrapers glowed and glittered in the brightness. Looking down at himself. Bare, save for a pair of black boxers, looking at his form in daylight.

A knock at his bedroom door was the only thing that broke his concentration on the skyline around him.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Russo?” His assistant, Marcus.

“Come in.” He’d never usually say that, but today, today was different.

Marcus walked in, a towering stack of folders balanced in his hands. Two cell phones in his pocket, a lanyard hung around his neck, and a laptop case draped over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry sir, I know you never want to be bothered at this time…I wasn’t gonna knock, but your secretary said some of these documents needed looked at immediately.”

The young man continued on musing about some meetings he had scheduled that night, intermittently apologizing for the intrusion. Billy couldn’t help but realize that Marcus barely registered that Billy was standing in the sun before him.

Because of course he wouldn’t understand. No one knew what he was. Why would it be weird to see your boss standing before the open window in the light?

The man prattled on about something else but Billy only turned back to gaze at the city. Why was he unharmed? Why was he able to do this?

He examined his hand once more, watching the illuminated dust fall around it before asking,

“Will that be all?”

“Yes, sir.” Marcus hoisted the pile back into his arms, giving a somewhat silly bow type move as he backed out of the room. He was a good kid. Very green, but good.

He had a certain affection for the younger man. Maybe he reminded Billy of what he’d been like before he became so jaded in his years.

Not wanting to move from where he stood, but eventually strolling over to the table with his itinerary for the day…well night rather, on it.

All the usual things and an interview that evening at 9 pm. Wonderful. He hated interviews.

It took exactly 4 hours before whatever magical protection had fallen over Billy to disappear. It was then that he’d felt the tell tale burning and searing pain wrap around his body from the sunlight.

Hissing and pulling back, nearly knocking the table over with him. His coffee cup spilled onto the ground, coating a few documents that would need printed again.

He had pulled his table over in front of the windows to work, tying back the curtains for the first time ever and letting the vibrant yellows and oranges coat the room as he worked.

Typing away in his laptop, answering phone calls, he even had a brief meeting on zoom so people could see his face in the light. Maybe these last years had been a horrible hallucination and he was still human after all?

Maybe the sleepless days and endless nights, the death and destruction of all he knew or cared about wasn’t real. He had been asleep and dreaming awful vivid dreams of needing blood to sustain himself.

Toppling backwards and landing on his rear in the shadowed area of his room. Bringing a hand to his face and seeing red blisters, already beginning to heal but prevalent nonetheless.

His time in the sun had ended. Why did he feel so…terrible? Anguish. That was the word. A longing for something he swore he’d forgotten.

To feel the heat on his cheeks and savor the warmth that had begun to feel like a far off dream.

He sat dumbfounded for another minute, hearing a buzzing coming from his phone. A reminder for his next appointment.

The stupid device still lay on the table completely covered in daylight,

Well almost. The sun was setting.

Billy watched from the side, hidden safely in the darkness as the sun slowly fell below the skyline and his room was once again cloaked in darkness.

Safely walking over to his phone and typing in his passcode. Pausing to look out over New York once more.

This was the sight he had become so familiar with. The buildings no longer glimmered, but fell muted.

They shine in their own way at night, the moon and stars could be dazzling and bright but it would never be day.

His phone beeped again. Right. His interview. Deciding to ignore the spilled coffee and messed papers, choosing to attend to those things later and get this stupid thing over with.

Adjusting his suit collar and tightening his tie in the elevator, watching the numbers light up as he ascended to the floor where his office resided. With a delicate ping the metal doors opened and he was greeted by his secretary, Jess.

“Your 9pm is already in the conference room.” She noted, passing a notebook to him and another stack of papers.

There was always something.

“Thank you. This will be quick.” He strode off down the hall and turned right pushing the frosted glass door open.

Only to come face to face with the girl from the club.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 4 months

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Immortal Beloved - Chapter Eight.

The people have spoken, so the story returns! :)

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,833

Warnings - 18+ only. Adult themes + vampire content throughout. Minors DNI!

It was a curious sight to witness, watching the stillness of the vampire roused so much that she began to breathe again, her chest heaving under the cream silk of her blouse, her eyes shut as her jaw tightened and relaxed.

“When I was taken, there was nothing stopping them from finding my vampire children, those whom I had made, who resided with me,” she began, feeling a maelstrom of rage and grief swirl within her. “As a mother of a born son, trust me when I tell you that the bond between creator and offspring is just as strong and loving for vampires as it would be between children and parents linked via traditional, human familial blood bonds.”

The tension in the air seemed to thicken from Bryn’s grief, John resting his hand upon her leg, squeezing her thigh supportively. He didn’t say a word, but she felt it in his blood, him assuring her that she was fine because he was right there beside her.

“Without me there to offer protection, they hunted them down and eventually captured all three before bringing them to where they held me,” she continued, her voice pinched with emotion.

“I thought you said you had two offspring?” John asked softly, a frown denting his forehead.

She swallowed hard. “I do, darling. Alexander and Joy were made what they are after I escaped, so that is not counting...” Closing her eyes, they appeared before her, the sanguine of her tears pooling as she opened her eyes, bright blue tinged red. “Counting those three they slaughtered before my very eyes, simply because they could. Peter, Marcheline and Lucious.

“To even speak their names brings me the greatest pain. I was their mother, the one who gave to them their immortality, and the one who had to watch their demise while bound in silver, their limbs torn off, liquid silver poured down their throats before finally, being slowly impaled upon silver spikes and left to suffer, then staked through their hearts. This is why I am alone; I cannot have my children close to me, lest risk them be taken and used to make me surrender, and I will die my final death before I let those men harm what is mine ever, ever again.”

Tommy and John’s eyes widened, but truly, the one stirred heaviest was the one other woman within the room who understood the pain of having children ripped from her loving arms. Polly felt her heartstrings yanked at, to hear not only that Bryn lost them, but that they’d been tortured and murdered right in front of her. And she hadn’t been able to save them. From one bereft mother to another, she understood completely.

Any stiffness melted as she exited her seat, walking around the table and crouching beside her, pulling Bryn into her arms as she cried softly. “I know, love. I know what it is, the pain you carry. I lost my babies, too. One returned, the other sadly passed, so I understand your pain in part. Doing what they did to them right in front of you, though?” Her jaw tightened, stroking her back and hair comfortingly. “Those fucking bastards.”

“Now you understand fully, I hope,” she sniffed, emerging from Polly’s embrace, taking the handkerchief given with thanks as she dabbed at her face.

“I do, I really bloody do, Brynhild. Come on, let’s get you straight. I’ve pan stick and powder you can redo your face with. Crying is bad enough, but crying blood is a right mess.”

Bryn chuckled softly, sniffing as she nodded and composed herself, turning when John gently pulled her into a hug.

“I’m so fucking sorry you went through that, bab. Go get yourself sorted, alright?”

She nodded, kissing his cheek before Polly guided her through the house and up to her room so she could fix her face.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see it, emotions so raw in a shadow walker,” Tommy stated, just as the front door opening signalled Arthur’s return.

“She ain’t made of stone,” John said, shaking his head. “They feel things still. The older they get, the closer to their humanity they become again, as she told me.” His hand clenched into a fist, holding it against his mouth as his eyes narrowed. “If those fucking Rasmussen’s ever come near her, I’ll fucking do to them what they did to her bloody kids. I fucking swear I will.”

“What did they do?” Arthur asked, seating himself again, reaching for the whiskey bottle. John’s explanation was paused by the reappearance of Polly and a freshly made-up Bryn, the former informing them that they would be up at The Garrison and to join them when they were ready.

After their departure, John sat back and explained it all, watching his brother take it in, his eyes widening at various points.

“Fucking hell,” Arthur sighed, running his hands over his hair. “No wonder then, that she sought us out to look after her when she’s asleep. A woman on her own like that, don’t matter does it, how strong she is. She’s vulnerable in the daytime. Poor bab, she’s had a bloody time of it, eh?”

John was surprised to see Arthur soften his stance, but then again, he could never resist a damsel in distress. Even if by the fall of darkness, that damsel was the strongest apex predator on earth. “She ain’t like what we were told, or what we saw, is she?”

“She can be,” John began, reaching for the whiskey glass Arthur slid across the table. He remembered back to the first night he’d met her, the way she’d so swiftly removed Samuel Rasmussen of his head. “When she has to be, she’s merciless. It’s how she was a human, too. A bloody Viking age Jarl, eventually, led men into battle, fought alongside ‘em. Never lost either. She was fucking hard as nails. As a vampire, she then spent hundreds of years being young and savage, but she ain’t like that no more. Not unless someone gives her reason to be.”

“I bet you learned a whole lot over the last four days, didn’t you? With nowhere to go and not much to do,” Tommy then spoke.

He didn’t notice it at first, the slight amusement in his voice, John looking up to catch Tommy’s expression. “Ahh, fuck off!”

“So then,” he began, clearing his throat as a smile played his lips. “How was it?”

John was somewhere between amusement at the curiosity within his second eldest brother’s face, and entertainment at the look of mild repulsion on Arthur’s. He might have softened a little to Bryn, but perhaps not so much that he could understand why John desired her as heavily as he did. Closing his eyes momentarily, the nights – and mornings - of heated ecstasy with his love flashed through his memories, a filthy chuckle filling the space as his grin widened. “Fang-tastic.”

Tommy snorted a quiet laugh, shaking his head and closing his eyes. “Oh, god.” He’d asked, he supposed. Trust John to give such a reply.

“You didn’t?” Arthur spat, straightening in his seat. “You let her bite you?”

His grin carried with it all the smugness of a man who had experienced the best sex of his life, John reaching for his whiskey. “I did.”

“And it didn’t hurt ya?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, sipping his drink. “Stung a bit, but she was doing something else to me at the time that felt even better.”

“Jesus wept!”

Tommy and John exchanged glances, their laughter beginning to escalate at Arthur’s horror over the whole thing. “But... but she’s all cold! And dead!”

“They warm up,” John revealed, snorting with laughter again. “And she wasn’t acting very dead from where I was sitting, I can tell you.”

“That’s bloody disgusting, John boy!”

He continued to revel in the reactions he was being met with. “Don’t be a prude, Arthur. I thought you were alright with her now?”

“Yeah, I mean she seems alright, like. A nice lady, I suppose, but... no. I couldn’t. No. It ain’t natural.”

“Sex is perhaps the most natural thing in the world, Arthur,” Tommy chimed, John raising an eyebrow.

“She can hear every word you’re saying too, you know.”

The eldest Shelby’s face was a picture of confusion. “How? She’s in the bloody Garrison!”

“Bryn? Come here, love,” he spoke quietly, waiting.

Two blinks passed, and suddenly there she stood.

“Is everything well?” she asked, resting her hand to John’s shoulder.

“Ar, just proving a point.” Taking her hand in his, he kissed her knuckles. “We’ll be along just now.”

She smiled fondly at him, squeezing his fingers. “Okay, I shall wait.” Her eyes then moved to Arthur, her smile widening. “Every word.” With a wink, she was gone, Arthur feeling his cheeks tingle. They stayed only to work out the finer details of their new alliance, John of course pledging himself forward to be on the roster of protective presences at Georgian House.

“I can't have you there all the time, John boy, but I do see the sense in it since you’re likely to be spending a lot more time in Little Aston,” Tommy began, lighting a cigarette. “You and Isiah, I’ll see if I can persuade Johnny Dogs to put his feelings aside and he can pair with you, Arthur. Then I’ll get Christopher and Mickey Two Suits on the third rotation.”

The latter of the Peaky Blinders were relatively new members of the gang, men whose father’s had known the family well for years. “Fucks sake, don’t ever put me on with Two Suits, Tommy! He could talk the legs off a bloody chair, that lad.” Indeed, the man with the monicker that suggested such only owned two suits, as well as a predisposition for never shutting up. Ever. To coin him a chatterbox would have done a disservice to those who enjoyed the art of conversing.

While the Shelby men were hashing out the finer details of their new bodyguarding enterprise, an entirely different crime family were gathering their own information. Information relating to the same woman.

Patrick Rasmussen straightened the papers in his hands, reaching out to knock upon the office door before him.

“Yes?” his father called from behind the heavy, oak door. Turning in his seat, he saw his now eldest son enter, who had been the second up until recently. Up until his beloved Samuel’s headless body had been found down in Birmingham.

A tragic accident involving an out-of-control automobile, the police and coroner had chalked it up to. It was no such thing, and he knew it. Of course, those who has spun the lie happened to be on the payroll of the very criminal outfit that he, Edward Rasmussen, was attempting to prevent striking foot in the north. Edward was biding his time there, preparing to strike back against the Peaky Blinders when they least expected it. “Got anything for me, lad?”

“Aye, I have, like.” Proffering the papers forth, he watched his father take his spectacles from his breast pocket, placing them on to read the information that had come from New York. “The house our fellas in Manhattan managed to track her to is still being heavily guarded. Couple of the Genovese family lads are out on the doors all day, heavily armed. The house in Cologne she was residing at for a brief period has sat empty since summer, and her flat in Moscow shows no signs of residence either. The guards there moved off the doors eight weeks ago.”

“She’s moving around more,” Edward mumbled, looking at the photographs before him, reading the papers that tracked the movements of the vampire, the elusive woman who for centuries had appeared only to vanish again as his ancestors had hunted her. “Fucking clever lass. Never stays in one place for long. I’ll not be wanting a bloody war with the Sicilian lads either, and she fucking well knows it, she does.”

His hand pounded the papers to the desk, his knuckles flexing as he rested a closed fist to his mouth, thinking.

“What are you proposing, dad? You want us to go over there with a few lads, have a chat with the Genovese’s, offer ‘em more than what she’s paying to give her up? You could call ‘em now, like, couldn’t you?”

Edward waved his hand dismissively, shaking his head. “I can’t do nothing tonight, son. My first priority is getting your mam up the church to see Samuel before the service come tomorrow.” As their Catholic faith dictated, Samuel’s body was welcomed into the church the night before his funeral, the Rasmussen’s all attending mass that evening.

Open coffin funerals were not common in England, but Edward had paid the undertaker handsomely to prepare his son’s body to a fitting state, all so his mother could see her first born one last time. To say his beloved Kitty had howled with grief when he’d had to tell her the news would have been an understatement. To also deliver that three of her nephew's had perished too had not helped matters either.

Leaving the office, the men moved downstairs to where their family sat in wait, ready to board the cars that would take them to Our Lady of Lima, ready to say goodbye to their precious Samuel. It burned through him again, the excuse given over his son’s demise as he took in his grief-stricken wife, Kitty pulling the elegant lace veil upon her hat down over her eyes.

They were greeted by the priest upon arrival, condolences offered, a few other friends and family members within the walls of the holy building all giving the same.

“Come on, pet,” Edward encouraged, his arm tightening around a distressed Kitty as he steered her down the aisle, “be strong for him now, eh love.” Seeing his son lying there, resplendent in his best suit, he felt his throat pinch tightly as Kitty collapsed at the edge of the coffin, her distressed cries echoing up through the high ceilings of the church. Her choked sobs sang a hymn of mourning for her first born, reaching to stroke his icy cheeks and well-groomed shock of black hair.

“I love you, my Sammy. Oh, you have to know even in death how much mammy loves you.” Violence and bloodied endings were the way of their world, but it didn’t mean the wound of loss cut any shallower.

As Kitty wept over her son’s cadaver, a million images of him as bonny little tot playing in her mind’s eye, Edward offered comfort, dabbing at the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief. The undertaker had done a fabulous job preparing his body, the stitching only just visible above Samuel’s collar where his head had been reattached. Reaching for the well-starched white cotton, he made a move to pull it up a little further, and it was then that he saw the distinctive marks there just below the stitches.

Puncture wounds.

At just over an inch apart, there was only one creature on earth capable of inflicting such; the very creature he would hunt until his dying breath. His mind worked overtime as he escorted Kitty to a pew, sitting down, his arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders as she composed herself. Could it truly be her? For centuries, Brynhild had aligned herself with those of wealth and power for protection, kings, lords, gangsters. Who was to say that she would not do the same with his other arch nemeses?

“Aye, looks like we’re in for another downpour, dad,” Patrick spoke to him as they exited the church after mass, pulling on his gloves as the snow tumbled thick from the northern sky. The roads had only just become drivable again that morning.

Edward lifted his chin, watching the sky as it became littered by a flurry of white, his jaw tensing. “As soon as it clears, we put eyes on the Blinders. I just saw something on your brother’s neck that leads me to believe that Brynhild is in league with ‘em. But if it’s not her, I want it hunted and eradicated all the same.”

Pulling his cigarette case out, he screwed one between his lips, leaning toward the light his son offered. “We will rid the people of this nation of the scourge that is vampires, lad. If I promise you nothing else, then I promise you that.”

Meanwhile in Birmingham, where the snow had also begun to fall thickly again, the number one enemy of the Rasmussen’s was safely behind the walls of her opulent home with a fever of heat building at her apex. With her legs over his shoulders as he knelt before the settee, John watched her falling apart, the honey of her cunt saturating his thirsty tongue as he laved at her.

Her hands went to his hair, combing through, fisting at the roots as her hips rose, a long sigh of gratification leaving her mouth as his sucked on her hungrily. She rocked against each burning lick, her clit pebbling as it was bathed in long, firm sweeps. The heat of his mouth drove cool fire through her veins, glimmers tingling up her spine as she cried out.

His breath fluttered hot over her folds, John looking up at her with a wink as his hands teased goose bumps to prickle her thighs, Bryn utterly revelling in the heaven he conjured upon her with his mouth.

“God, you taste almost as beautiful as you fucking look, sweetheart.” he rasped, voice deepened by lust, tongue flickering in a quick, firm beat over her clit.

The pleasure took its root deep in her core, beginning to ascend like a creeping vine, her thighs shaking, torrid waves washing over her as she throbbed. Her arousal became edged in a little pain as she felt her walls widening, slick and ready for him, her breaths ragged.

Emerging from between her legs, their combined effort pulled him from his clothes with the same haste he’d stripped hers with upon arriving back, John yanking her from the settee into his arms, moving to lay her upon the rug. He slid against the velvet of her folds, entering her fluidly, her legs bracketing his hips as they shared kisses full of sugary sin.

He was immediately urgent and overwhelming within her, cock dragging her slick with heavy, rolling thrusts, the thick of his hardness making her simmer. Her veins flooded with biting, nerve ending sizzling pleasure, his teeth clamping upon her nipples in turn before his mouth found hers once more.

“How dare you,” she panted, nuzzling him. He looked down at her in puzzlement, Bryn continuing as she stroked his handsome face. “How dare you be the first man in centuries to capture my heart as much as you have, John Shelby.”

His smile broadened, kissing her softly. “All part of me charm.” She chuckled, and he kissed her again, looking into the glacial blue of her eyes, overcome by her entirely. “I didn’t know what love was, until I found you.”

Bryn felt every last drop of that love in his kisses, the way his blood flared within her veins, clutching his body tightly as it moved in effortless sync with hers. There he was at last, the man she’d walked the earth for centuries in hopes to find, someone who was all hers, someone to take away the loneliness she’d felt without her offspring near to her.

There he was.

The gentleness in him subsided quickly, sensing her need, fury and instinct overtaking anything that bordered on contained. His own unrelenting desire to fuck her voraciously dragged him headlong into mindlessness, her nails tearing down his back, his teeth sharp at her throat in retaliation, eyes inky and pupils blown as he looked down at her.

He filled her again and again in a greedy, pounding rhythm, her mouth dropped open, crying out with every pant. Sitting back on his heels, he pushed her legs apart, spreading her, watching the gloss of her arousal twinkling in the firelight upon his cock as he fucked her hard.

Her body lurched with every determined daggering of his hips against hers, cock arrowing her keenly, her cunt glimmering as he drove skitters of caustic pleasure through her, his groans deep and soaked in lust. The little switches around his shaft had the coil within him tightening sharply, a blade of ecstasy cutting through him right to his very marrow. She was a molten, slick mess around him, the sound of his driving into the clutch of her cunt so savagely, the obscene noise of their fuck filled the room.

Her shuddering body, jerking as her muscles corded and twitched beneath her tattooed skin was a feast for his eyes, pouring pleasure into her with boundless determination, leaning to kiss her with filthy indulgence. He locked his arms around her, pulling her up, holding her tightly to him as he bounced her on his cock, scattering kisses at her neck as he panted words of love.

She felt delirious, those extra few inches of thick hardness speared into her, her nails dragging over his shoulders, her head thrown back as he bit crescents onto her neck, sucking welts, hands running up her back and grasping her shoulders. Pulling her down onto him further, until she was entirely full, his ears tingled with the screams of her ecstasy. To John, there was no sweeter sound in the world.

The silken, slick throb of her walls in spasm around him began to pull it from him, a crest so acerbic he could barely hang onto it, the wild coursing of release. His chest heaved as he panted raggedly, Bryn feeling the glimmers streak through her like a hail of comets, pressed to him so tightly her clit rubbed deliciously against his pubic bone, that friction sending her further into the relentless abyss, her shattering closer, closer, closer…

“Oh!” And there it was, the crest that rolled up like a dark wave, knocking her sideways, his teeth crushing her neck as he growled with each fervid twitch of his cock releasing into her, her nails removing his back of a layer of skin. It fizzed through them, right to their bones.

The comedown was sweet and swirling, their bodies slowing to stop as they fought for air, Bryn resting her forehead to his as her breathing stilled to nothing once more, her fingertips stroking his face.

“My love,” she purred, offering soft kisses, nuzzling him, her walls still fluttering pleasantly around his cock. “How well you always fuck me.”

His grin broadened, as she knew it would. “I plan on doing it a few more times tonight an’ all.”

She was always fond of such a pledge, even more so when he lived up to it until three o’ clock in the morning.

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sanguineships · 7 months

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𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 / 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅/𝐎 — 🦇🍷

summary:

whether you imagine yourself in the clutches of a mysterious vampire whom you not know, or you are picturing the hungry embrace of the your fanged love one, you will find yourself laid in bed when your heart begins to race. something thirsted for you.

extra : blood, dark themes. sfw, but sensual.

word count: 950~

authors note: i haven’t done one of these before so my apologies if it’s clunky at all. either way, enjoy, and do let me know what you think!

The weight of daylight had finally began to sink into an evening glow. You’d been sitting outside after a long day, stirring a drink leisurely and admiring the rich oranges fading into the horizon. Your emotions were in a bit of an unsteady state and the tire of life was sitting on your shoulders. It was a relief that tomorrow, there wasn’t too much to do. Perhaps a chore here and there but nothing that would be particularly exhausting.

As the sun finally finished its fall, you remembered the full moon is tonight. Hopefully, before you went to bed, you’d remember to spy its glory. Or maybe you’d wake up in the middle of the night and see it. Sleep hadn’t come so easily as of late. Something about the moon had always called to your heart. Such beauty had always drawn you toward a nocturnal lifestyle, but it had never seemed sustainable.

Eventually, you walked back inside and undressed, then switched to your night attire. You caught yourself waving a hand toward your face. A mist of sweat wept from your skin. Regardless of the season, this bedroom had always held onto heat. A sigh of irritation escaped you while you pulled the collar of your shirt, and then in a final gulp of thirst you decided to open the window.

A rush of cool air blew over your flesh, comfortable shivering dancing along your spine. It was soothing, and refreshing. Curtains fluttered toward you, making a subtle flapping noise. However, the screen needed to replaced. You’d taken it out a while ago, and the natural thought of self preservation crossed your mind. Nonetheless, it had already been decided to brave the dangers of leaving the window open in trade for a peaceful, much needed sleep.

After getting a drink, you finally fell into bed and pulled a light cover over yourself. Still you shifted for a while, tangling amidst the sheets. The ticking of the clock was agitating, but not enough to stand up to actually turn it off. The flapping of the curtains came harder, almost like they were wings. About a half hour passed, though, and with some deep breathing you managed to calm down.

Caught in between the uncomfortable state of dream and sleep, it crossed your mind that the wind had picked up. Perhaps it was to rain, although you’d not seen many clouds from the window earlier. But quick changes of weather weren’t the most unusual thing. The branches outside clattered a bit, thunder rumbled in the distance. Without even realizing the severity of it, your heart was pumping hard. Harder than it should be.

Now, you were really caught in confusion. Was it sleep paralysis? Hallucinations? Your half asleep mind did not allow you to move nor squirm, as if something had taken hold of you and forced you into the state of incoherent sleep. Finally, you understood that it was not just branches clattering, but the sound of scratching at the window as something climbed up into your room after it had landed on the ledge. Your heart ran so hard you could practically taste the iron in your mouth, unable to move or scream. It truly had happened, someone was here to take your life!

A soft tickling sensation met your bare neck. It was hair, rubbing against the tenderness of your living throat. There was no breath, nothing that you truly recognized as human. A long, drawn out moment enraptured you with true and horrifying fear. The pulse in your throat was a drum to your ears, which washed out the thunder. Thump. Thump. Thump.

That “something” grabbed you, roughly held your shoulder and pulled you into position. As lightning cracked, and rain began to hit the ground, a sharpness thrust down against your neck. You groaned from the pain, a smaller whimper vibrating deep from your chest. It knew you were partially awake, and lulled you into this even more vulnerable state in order to keep you docile.

After the initial pierce, the blood from your veins left sweet and slow. It was like it was torturing you, knowing that something inside you sang pleasure. One you were not intended, nor supposed to feel. Yet the touch of the hand on your shoulder, the depth of teeth against your neck and lightheadedness had brought fluster. A guilty smile perked from the corners of your lips. It did not mean fear was gone.

This was when the creature allowed you more movement. Your eyes opened slightly, and before you was a gorgeous and faded face. Blood dripped from those handsome lips, your own delicious essence on the mouth of a man you found to be enthralling. He’d found you to be a treat— a special gem to quench the thirst parching his throat. What a bountiful wine press to the monster. Perhaps this is why you’d been feeling so tired, where the mysterious wounds had come from.

You tilted your head willfully. So you’d have what you want. It was his want to drink of you, and yours to taste yourself upon your own tongue. You took your hand and drug it across the stunned face of the monster, who was used to disgust and fear. Both reactions were arousing. With this hungry hand you took him by the chin and kissed him with fervid intensity, not allowing his lips to leave yours before you were satisfied. A confusing mixture of warm iron and startling coldness greeted your mouth, his lips moving with yours aggressively.

When you pulled back, his eyes narrowed from a pleasured delight, a smile of reddened lips crinkling the corners. You willed his hands to dance across your body and so they did, where he pulled you into a dark embrace and lifted you a slight. The storm had calmed with the beast’s hunger. From this position which he continued to take your blood, and you saw the moon’s voluptuous shape enchanting the skies and stars, and gazed as the stormy clouds slowly ate it up.

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melswifeasf · 1 year

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Find my way back to you pt 4

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Pairing: Samantha Carpenter x Fem!OC

Summary: Sam realizes Estelle isn’t the person she once knew.

Warnings: underage drinking

(word count: 3733)

eight years ago…

Saturday nights were debatably the best nights of the whole week. Elias threw parties most of the time which always lightened Estelle’s mood even if she had the shittiest week ever.

October was always a memorable month to throw parties, especially when it got closer to halloween. that never changed. specifically that Saturday night, it was a week before halloween and Elias decided to throw a party. he spent most for the day setting up the house with his sister.

at first he thought it was pointless to decorate if everyone would just end up trashing the house but Estelle insisted on making it the most memorable halloween party of the year and Elias could never really say no to her.

that resulted in them buying over two hundred dollars worth of decoration. that Saturday morning, Estelle and her brother woke up and began setting up with Alex and Xavier. they started with the living room, hanging up fake cobwebs on some of the corners and throwing it lazily on the coffee table as well as setting up a fog machine that they already owned from prior parties. along with that, they set up fake skeletons and hung up a couple of other things that fit the theme of the party.

they set up most of the house with the same things, except the upstairs which everyone knew was off limits and the outside that already had decorations since October first.

they spent most of the afternoon pregaming and listening to Estelle’s orders that by the end of it they were all pretty buzzed and knew they would be wasted not even halfway through the party.

once the sun had set Estelle had gone up to her room to get ready. she initially wanted to match costumes with her girlfriend but she had been a total bitch all week so Estelle decided to ditch the whole ‘Joker and Harley Quinn’ and instead wore something more basic and yet would be turning a lot of heads. as she looked in the mirror she saw a black skimpy dress that hugged her body painfully well that barely reached a forth of her thigh and pushed her cleavage together quite a bit. she had on black wings to match with it and dark eyeshadow. she knew her girlfriend would be pissed by the end of the night and yet she couldn’t care less, she deserved to feel wanted.

her brother had on something basic as well, him and his friends decided to all just wear black button ups along with dress pants and a purge mask that would light up with a press of a button.

Estelle found it cute that they all decided to match. the three boys had been a part of each others lives since kindergarten and it seemed like that would truly never change.

it wasn’t until it began getting dark out that people arrived.

Estelle was buzzed by the time her girlfriend arrived. as soon as she saw the girl enter her home she squealed loudly as she ran toward her and threw her body into the taller girls embrace. Valerie chuckled as she catches her easily and brings her lips up to meet Estelle’s in a sloppy kiss.

“i missed you” Estelle said softly once she had pulled away.

“miss you too” Valerie responded. once Estelle was on the ground she took in her girlfriends costume, she had on a plain white shirt that had fake blood on it along with plain black jeans and a leather jacket on top. the side of her mouth had a slight drop of fake dried blood that indicated she was a vampire.

Estelle almost rolled her eyes at how little effort she put into the costume but decided against it as she instead grabbed the girls hand and led her to the kitchen where she began to pour her a drink.

three shots of tequila and two beers later Estelle was in her girlfriends arms giggling at whatever stupid thing she had just said. unlike Estelle Valerie was more sober, opting out of the shots and sticking with the beer Estelle bad handed her the second she walked in the house.

there was a song playing in the background - one Estelle couldn’t quite put a name on. her heart was beating fast and it was thumping in her ears causing most of the noise around her to be drowned out, she felt wobbly and her eyes were starting to feel slightly heavier and her body looser. none of that took the smile off of her lips as she had her arm hanging loosely on her girlfriend shoulder as the other was gripping the back of her neck for support. Valerie had both of her hands on the shorter girls waist, the dress she was wearing began to hike up making Valerie reach toward it and pull it down every couple of seconds.

she was pissed at Estelle for wearing such a short dress but Elias was close and watching them like a hawk so she couldn’t do anything about it. not yet at least.

wet kisses were being littered on Estelle’s neck as she danced with her girlfriend. she knew she was supposed to be focused on that but her eyes couldn’t leave Sam Carpenters. Sam was standing across the room with two girls and and a couple of guys, she had a beer in hand and much like Estelle, she wasn’t focused on the people around her, instead her eyes couldn’t leave Estelle’s figure.

Sam was in a orange jumpsuit that had cuffs hanging on the side. she had on a white tank top that was on full display seeing as the jumpsuit wasn’t zipped and it was hanging by her hips.

she looked breathtaking and Estelle couldn’t seem to find a way to look away. Sam’s eyes were glued onto Estelle as if she were a magnet.

the shorter girl bit her lip in an attempt to keep her whimpers to herself. the feeling of her girlfriends lips on her neck as well as having Sam watching her like she wanted to take her right then and there, it was making her knees weak.

Valerie’s leg was in between Estelles and the girl wanted nothing more than to grind against it to have some kind of relief but there were too many people in the room and although she was wasted, she was conscious enough to know she’d regret it in the morning.

Valerie pulled away from the girls neck and whispered something in her girlfriends ear, Estelle wasn’t listening as she simply nodded her head and agreed with whatever dirty talk the girl was spewing.

she couldn’t concentrate with the stupid smirk plastered on Sam’s lips. she was enjoying this a little too much.

Estelle’s breathing shortened and she pulled away from Valerie completely. her legs were wobbly and she was beginning to regret wearing heals.

“what’s wrong?” Valerie asked a flash of concern overcoming her features.

Estelle shook her head, “i just need to use the bathroom” the short girl said and didn’t give her girlfriend a chance to respond as she turned around and began to walk away.

she took deep breaths as she slightly shoved people out of her path needing to find the nearest bathroom as fast as possible.

finally once she was out of the living room and in a dark hallway she took in a deep breath, leaning against the wall as she held her hand against her chest where she felt her heart thumping hastily against her hand.

“fuck” Estelle cursed lowly. she could the many things but never a cheater, it didn’t matter how many times she and Valerie fought, she never thought about being with anyone else. but seeing Sam was making things all too confusing. she shouldn’t have ever given her a ride, she should’ve simply called one of Sams friends that Estelle had seen her hanging out with all the time and called it a day. god.

Estelle had her eyes closed when she heard footsteps approaching. she didn’t open them, not yet. it wasn’t until she felt the presence of someone else in front of her that they slowly fluttered open revealing a pair of bright green eyes.

Sam was standing in front of her with a slight smirk on her lips.

“what do you want?” the short girl snapped as she crossed her arms against her chest.

the Carpenter girl shook her head slightly amused. she didn’t answer verbally as she took a step closer until she was completely invading Estelle’s space.

Estelle’s breath hitched in her throat, her heart beating even faster. instinctley her head snapped to the side where she was once dancing with her girlfriend. she couldn’t see her through the crowd of people causing a wave of relief to flood through her. the dark haired girl turned back toward Sam where the cocky smirk was still plastered on her lips.

“Sam..” Estelle whispered lowly, her eyes were looking into those dark beautiful eyes whilst Sam’s were trained on her lips. there was a look of pure want behind Sam’s eyes that was making Estelle clench her legs together.

the short girl followed Sam’s actions and glanced down at her plump lips, she didn’t have much time to even think as she felt them crash against her own.

Estelle gasped in slight surprise but soon kissed back, not wanting to miss this moment. Sams hands gripped Estelle’s waist firmly and Estelle wrapped her arms around Sams neck. Sam had the girl pressed against the wall roughly, her lips moving against Estelle’s hastily leaving no room for hesitation.

Estelle whimpered softly, the sensation of Sams hands gripping her waist with such strength making a wave of heat to run through her. she was sure there would be a faint bruise left behind from the tight grip.

Sams tongue was shoved into Estelle’s mouth, her lips wet and rough. Estelle was starting to feel light headed but she couldn’t find it in her to pull away. it felt too good and she knew once it was over it could never happen again.

wet kisses trailed away from Estelle’s mouth and toward her jaw down until they reached her neck.

Estelle moaned softly her hands tangled in Sams hair and she pulled on it roughly but at the same time pressed her head further into her neck to keep her there.

the shorter girl felt Sams leg in between her legs much like Valerie’s was before and she instantly began to grind down on it softly.

she was in the same position with her girlfriend just seconds prior and her this feeling was incomparable. everything was heightened.

“Sam” Estelle whimpered as the girls tongue met Estelle’s neck before she began to suck on the skin. at first the short girl let it happen, enjoying it for as long as she can. that is until she felt Sam begin to grow rougher, the force of it surely leaving a mark.

Estelle quickly shoved her away by her chest. Sam didn’t fight it, she looked slightly confused, her chest rising and falling heavily, her lips swollen and slightly red mixed with purple. the red was from Estelle’s lipstick and the bruise was from the force of it.

“i’m sorry i-” Sam began to speak but was cut off almost instantly by Estelle’s lips. it was a short kiss compared to the one they had just shared. Estelle pulled away, a dazed look in her eyes.

she opened her mouth to speak before it was closed shut quickly. she took one last glance at the Carpenter girl before she walked away quickly, shoving everyone in her way. she needed to get out of there quickly.

present

after leaving Tara’s room earlier that day, Estelle had stayed at the hospital. she wasn’t in uniform but she still had her gun in her holster belt. the girl was in the waiting area as she chatted with the receptionist. she was a nice lady and it’s not like she had much of anything else to do. Sam and her boyfriend were in Tara’s room meaning she couldn’t be there.

Judy told her to go home, it’s not like she could do much but Estelle couldn’t. she didn’t want to leave Tara alone and although her sister was there, Estelle was trained with a weapon and knew how to defend herself and others.

it’s not like she had work, Judy told her to take the week off after seeing Tara in such a traumatic way, Judy knew Estelle wouldn’t be focused on the job.

“help!” Estelle’s words were interrupted by the sound of someone’s faint yell and a door slamming open. “somebody help me! he’s trying to kill me!” immediately Estelle’s hand landed on her gun as she saw Sam running toward her at full speed.

the Carpenter girl ran into her ex girlfriend and Estelle quickly gripped her arms, “hey it’s okay. you’re okay. what’s going on?” she quickly said trying her best to calm the girl down.

her heart was thumping in her ears. she was taking deep breaths to try and calm her nerves, she was used to this, the danger of it all but that wasn’t why she was feeling this way. it was the fact that Sam had been in danger and she was just in the other room from her unable to protect her.

she reached for the door handle and threw it open, her gun pointed up as she swooped the room in one second. there were chairs and tables flipped over and on the floor but no sign of ghostface or a single person in sight.

once she was sure there was no one inside she walked back out where she saw Sam who was shaking still, a panicked look in her eyes.

“there’s no one inside” Estelle said softly as she approached her hesitantly. Sams eyes snapped toward her.

“what?”

“im gonna call Judy, okay?” the girl said gently as she pulled out her phone and went to her contact list.

while the girl was trying to contact the sheriff, Sam rushed to Taras room.

twenty minutes later they were all in Tara’s room again, Sam sitting beside her sister with Richie and Amber. Sam had said that the call came from Ambers phone so she was called in.

Estelle was leaning against the wall as she stared at Sam. the girl was staring into space with a distant, almost hollow look in her eyes. she looked exhausted and Estelle wanted nothing more than to hug Sam.

as soon as the thought popped into the girls head she shook it off, Sam and her were over. Sam left and broke her heart in the process. plus she was with Richie now.. although Estelle wasn’t quite sure what she saw in him.

the girls eyes snapped away from her ex as she looked between Amber and Richie. she didn’t trust him, not as much Amber considering she always like the girl. plus she knew there was something going on between Tara and her and she didn’t think Amber would be capable of hurting the girl she loved.

the two never became official but Estelle had popped in one Sunday morning to bring Tara breakfast after having driven her and Amber home from a party seeing as they were both wasted, only to see them both in a very.. compromising position on the living room couch.

from that day on Estelle learned to not listen to Tara when she would say to keep a key. she left her spare key on the kitchen island that morning.

Estelle’s thoughts were fading away as she heard Judy speak. “i’ve got a body outside a bar on Main. and then you get attacked here. you said the call came from Ambers number?”

“so? we know he cloned my phone before when he attacked Tara.” Amber said as she looked down at her ‘best friend’

“or, and i’m just spit-balling here you’re the killer” Richie said making Estelle roll her eyes.

fuck him.

the girl cleared her throat loudly making Judy glance in her direction. Estelle motioned toward the boy with her eyes which Judy immediately understood.

“and where were you when all this happened?” Judy asked with narrowed eyes.

“i was..” he trailed off. “watching Netflix”

“ooh yeah.” Amber nodded “super solid alibi bro” she said looking at him.

“so where were you” he rebutted with a slight smirk. one Estelle desperately wanted to punch.

“she was being questioned at the Sheriffs station” Estelle said this time quick to Ambers defense. she had known these kids since they were little and she wasn’t going to let some nobody who just now started dating Sam come accusing Amber of it to try and clean his own hands.

Judy nodded as she handed the raven girl her cell phone. “yeah. i came as soon as i heard. but you know, the Netflix alibi is good, too”

Estelle chuckled internally at her words.

“both of you, stop it” Judy snapped.

“you’re gonna put more cops on her room, right?” Sam asked ignoring little quarrel that had just taken place.

“yes” Judy nodded. “and i can move you to a private floor. Deputy Vinson knows what he’s doing. you’ll be safe” the sheriff said trying to ease the sisters worries.

“like we’ve been so far?”

the blonde woman smiled sarcastically, “Samantha, let’s step outside” she said nodding toward the door. the two did so and Estelle stiffened, she knew Judy wasn’t a fan of Sam.

“so.. why do you have a gun?” Richie asked looking at the girl. if Tara wasn’t literally fearing her life she would’ve laughed at how stupid his question was.

Estelle didn’t look at him, her jaw tightened. “ever heard of a cop?” she asked sarcastically.

Amber laughed and Estelle didn’t say anything else as she walked to the door and left the room. she was met with the back of Sams head, Judy gone by now.

as soon as the door closed Sam turned around. she looked slightly mad, even with how neutral her expression was Estelle could read her like an open book.

Estelle cleared her throat softly, “i’ll be around the hospital in case you guys need anything” she said. she didn’t wait for a response as she left the girl alone.

the short girl rushed to follow Judy. “Judy” she called out finally getting the blonde woman’s attention. she stopped in place and turned to face Estelle. “what happened? what did you say?”

Judy sighed. “just that it’s best she leaves” she shrugged.

“come on Judy. you know she’s just worried about her sister,i get where you’re coming from but she went through a lot of shit when we were younger” Estelle said in Sams defense.

Judy shook her head, “if she stirs any trouble further then this, i won’t hesitate to lock her up” the blonde threatened earning a quick nod from Estelle.

“aye aye”

eight years ago

Estelle was furious. after the little incident with Sam at the party, Valerie was pissed at her for the rest of the weekend. they had gotten into a huge argument that same night and hadn’t talked since.

the teen walked through the halls in search for the Carpenter girl, she had a determined look in her eyes, her jaw locked and her posture stiff.

she knew where she would be finding her.

walking for another minute she was right. she saw Sam near the back of the school with her little group of stoner friends. she marched up to them, standing in front of Sam.

“we need to talk” she grit out not looking at anyone but her and walking away. Sam didn’t even get a chance to respond as the girl was already practically stomping away. her friends laughed at her making Sam roll her eyes and throw up the finger.

she followed behind Estelle with furrowed brows, she was confused on where the girl was taking her until they were met with the girls bathroom. Sam smirked.

“is this round two?” she joked but Estelle wasn’t amused. once they were both inside the short girl locked the door behind them and searched the bathroom to make sure there was no one inside. Sam raised a brow, “are you gonna tell me why i’m here?”

“what the fuck was that at the party” Estelle snapped looking at Sam furiously.

Sam was slightly confused, “the kiss? i thought you-”

“you thought that i what?” Estelle cut her off, “that i wanted you to kiss me where my fucking girlfriend could see us? are you stupid?”

Sam chuckled amused, “i’m sorry. i guess when you were staring at me whilst she was practically fucking you that perhaps that’s what you wanted. complete miscommunication” she shrugged.

Estelle groaned as she threw her hands up and pulled at her anger in frustration, she wanted to slap that stupid smirk away from her lips. “this isn’t funny”

Sams smirk slowly faded and she sighed softly, “i’m sorry. okay?”

but that wasn’t enough for Estelle. she rolled her eyes once more as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “you aren-”

Sam didn’t let her finish her thought as she quickly grabbed Estelle’s wrist, “what is that?” she asked and pulled her sleeve up. there was a dark bruise on her arm in the form of a hand, it was angry and purple meaning the person who caused it had to have out a lot of pressure.

Estelle snatched her hand away in an instant, “it’s nothing” she quickly shook her head but Sam didn’t believe her. she tilted her head, a look of sorry still etched on her features.

“Estelle-”

the girl held her hand up to prevent her from talking, “just leave me alone Sam, okay?”

she didn’t leave room for a response as she turned on her heel and rushed out of the bathroom.

#sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter #scream v #scream #scream series #tara carpenter #amber freeman #chad meeks martin #mindi meeks martin #gale weathers #sidney prescott #lesbian #gxg

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marrondrawsalot · 6 months

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More of my art theming Abnormality Dancin’ Girl

I decided to use it for the headmaster Karlheinz au and HeadTeen Darling au

For the reference(if you listen to the song and analysis. This will give you a clear understanding)

This is basically Darling ascending from a student to a headmistress in a matter of time. The first image is her showing she is transforming from a scholar to a beautiful malevolent witch.

The second image is her accepting and finally transformed to a new person. Ridding her true self in the process, locking Headmage Sakamaki for good, and embracing her father image onto her. Projecting herself as her father while the ghostly specters of her try to comfort her from the grave. But it’s too late and Darling had been. Reborn anew. Though her face and talon feet has a new meaning. Given she awaken her “true” form as a beldam and hold it a secret.

The key part is her locking Karl in a mirror for good. But also trapping him forever with the process of taking his magic energy within a gem she locked away. Which will prevent any new vampire kings/queens.

Darling will fully embrace her new image and will be harder to control given she is beyond to be repaired. And will continue to dance on her “stage” on her “role” until she is completely done.

I also genuinely cried for this girl because this au has really fucked her over. And I have also fucked her up even more. By having a scenario of her talking to her father paired partner (literally any of his wives or crewel (yes I’m that shipper too)) and she goes “I know you loved him too. It’s a shame I can’t fully call you mother/father. But I do wish he lasted a little more longer so I could. Sadly, the world is truly a cruel master.”

There is an option she will hug them and finally admit help. Or the option to deny getting any comfort from their offering and remain dead inside while acting like the man they have loved and also watch her further go down. And I am fucking CRYING over this. Because it’s a sad moment she acknowledges her father lovers, but could only wish for them to find their true love at another place.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @achy-boo @yukii0nna

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #marron ocs #twst oc #twst #marron draws #marrondraws #darling crowley #I’m still crying please help me 😭

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lokidokieokie · 1 year

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The Dance of the Shadows

Summary: A fearless hunter seeks to unravel the mystery behind Spike's facade, leading to a passionate encounter that defies expectations.

Pairing: Spike x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): mild language, suggestive themes, Spike (he's a warning himself), mentions of a graveyard

The darkened cemetery was an eerie backdrop for the night's events. You, a fearless hunter of the supernatural, found yourself face-to-face with Spike, the platinum-haired vampire known for his sharp wit and dangerous allure. He smirked at you, his blue eyes glinting mischievously in the moonlight.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Spike drawled, leaning casually against a tombstone. "Another pretty thing wandering around my turf. You're a brave one, love."

You raised an eyebrow, undeterred by his cocky attitude. "I could say the same about you, Spike. Hanging around graveyards doesn't exactly scream 'normal' either."

He chuckled, stepping closer to you. "Normal is overrated, pet. Besides, where else would a vampire like me find some excitement?"

You couldn't help but feel a strange attraction to Spike, despite knowing what he was. His dangerous charm and roguish demeanor intrigued you, igniting a spark of curiosity deep within. You found yourself stepping closer, closing the distance between the two of you.

"I'm not here for a fight tonight," you confessed, your voice laced with a mixture of confidence and vulnerability. "I wanted to... talk."

Spike's eyes narrowed, searching your face for any hint of deceit. However, he detected genuine sincerity in your gaze, causing him to lower his guard ever so slightly. "Talk, huh? Well, love, I'm always up for a chat. What's on your mind?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heartbeat. "I've heard tales of your exploits, Spike. The vampire with a poetic soul and a taste for the dangerous. I wanted to know... what lies beneath the facade."

A flicker of surprise danced across Spike's face, quickly replaced by a smirk. "You think you can unravel the mystery, do you? Not many have tried, love, and even fewer have succeeded."

"I'm not like the others," you replied, your voice filled with determination. "I see something in you, Spike. A vulnerability hidden beneath the bravado. I want to understand it."

His gaze softened, and he took a step closer, his body now mere inches away from yours. "You're a bold one, aren't you? Most people run from the darkness, but you seem to dance with it. Tell me, what makes you so different?"

You met his gaze head-on, your eyes filled with unwavering resolve. "Because I've seen darkness in myself too, Spike. We all have our demons, literal or otherwise. But it's what we do with that darkness that defines us."

A slow smile crept across his face, and Spike leaned in, his lips dangerously close to yours. "You're a breath of fresh air, love. Maybe you're right. Perhaps there's more to me than meets the eye."

With that, he closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips in a passionate, electrifying kiss. It was a clash of fire and ice, an embrace that spoke of hidden desires and untamed passions. As you melted into each other's arms, the world around you faded into insignificance.

The night seemed to stretch on forever, lost in a haze of stolen moments and whispered confessions. In each other's embrace, you found solace from the chaos of the world, a respite from the battles fought in the shadows. The dance between you and Spike was a delicate balance, a dangerous connection that defied expectations.

When the night finally came to an end, and the first rays of dawn kissed the horizon, you and Spike parted ways with an unspoken understanding. The world might never truly understand your connection, but it didn't matter. In that fleeting moment, you had found something rare and beautiful amidst the darkness—a connection that transcended the boundaries of good and evil.

As you walked away from the cemetery, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. The dance with Spike might have been brief, but it had left an indelible mark on your soul, a memory to be cherished for eternity.

A/N Spike is just...perfect. Absolutely love the character 😍

#spike #spike Btvs #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #william the bloody #spike x reader #spike x fem!reader #fem!reader #spike fanfic #spike fanfiction #spike btvs fanfic #spike btvs fanfiction #btvs fanfic #btvs fanfiction

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animeyanderelover · 13 days

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If you write for twilight can u do general yandere headcanons for the Romanians pls

They didn't get the most screentime in the movies but I did my best.

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, violence, death, sadism, abduction, isolation

Romanian Coven Hc's

Stefan

Vampires are powerful beings who stand on top of the food chain. Once upon a time, Stefan sat on a throne, a king who had everything he could ever ask for. He had power, control, obedience from all those around him and he had a mate. Then the Volturi came into existence though and in the long battle that followed, he went from riches to rags as everything his coven had built, was burnt to ashes until only Vladimir and him remained. Immortality can truly turn from a gift to a curse as he never got over the grief of losing his mate, the feeling of bereavement a familiar yet never healing sensation that he has been carrying around ever since that day. It is for that only understandable that he would only be quite possessive about the discovery that the soul of his beloved seems to have been reincarnated over a millenium later in your body as his own soul finally embraces the long forgotten feeling of peace once again when he is in your presence.

The loss of his mate has left nasty scars even after you have returned to him though and for that Stefan has gotten not only quite possessive but also quite protective. Very disillusioned about the fact that a harmless thing like you would most likely be better off never knowing about his existence and the world which is unknown to you, Stefan has never been a good person nor has he ever pretended to be one. Not even during his time of reign. Instead the time without his mate has poisoned him with vengeance and bitterness and for that he will not dare to waste any time nor will he play around for he has gotten another chance. Something which is so incredibly rare. He knows that if he were to wait any longer now that he knows of your existence, he would lose his mind. Whilst he obviously shows some lenience for the situation you only perceive as terrifying and overwhelming, he never truly feels sympathy for you.

Eternities he bemourned the loss of his mate only to find her reincarnation in you. He would never dare to lose you again. Not to death and neither to anyone else. Certainly you may have had other people you held very dear to your heart before your life took a drastic and frightening turn but you must know that those people will be forever gone now. A life with him means a life of isolation as he hoards you like the most valuable treasure in the entire world as you only ever know Stefan and his other coven member Vladimir from that day on. Your heart and your mind will eventually belong to him, he will eventually get back what he once had. This inevitably means that you will have to let go of any lingering feelings as Stefan is possessive. Human lives are fleeting. Beloved, you should not bemourn those who will all fade away whilst you will stay for eternity.

Vladimir and him have to be constantly on the move as otherwise the Volturi may track them down which is why they are very keen on avoiding other vampires and only seek out humans when they require food. Stefan wants to guarantee that your identity will remain a secret until a while longer though to keep you away from preying eyes of the Volturi who would most likely target you if they were to find out that Stefan has found a new mate. He is no fool as he knows that there is no way that you can be kept a secret forever but at least for a while it should be possible to not let anyone know of your significance to his own soul. He goes through great lengths to ensure that the time you are not known to other vampires remains as long as possible which is why Vladimir and him rip everyone mercilessly apart who may lay their red eyes on you as he won't take any risk with you around now.

The life him and Vladimir live truly is quite stressful for a mere human though as you never settle down and have to constantly hop from place to place to avoid being found by the Volturi. It is obvious that this is not a life for a human which is why Stefan would turn you relatively early into one of his kind after you have gotten over the biggest shock. Whether you still retain your beating heart or not though, you will never leave his side. Whilst you may possess greater strength when you are turned into a newborn, Vladimir and him not only have greater experience but also work excellently together as a team to keep you on a leash until you have gotten yourself under control again. Even if you may still consider leaving, Stefan would always remind you that your fate is with him as you would only experience anguish if you were to leave his side. Then there are also the Volturi and he can guarantee you that they would never let you live if they were to find out that you're mated to him.

Stefan is a truly old soul, one who has never mingled much with humans nor has he ever seen the need to adapt to their changing behavior and norms throughout history. You truly see his long life reflected in the way he talks and behaves around you. He greatly enjoys telling you stories of his days of glory back when his coven stood above everyone else as he even has the strength to tell you about his first mate now that he has you, although there still remains a dull pain in his heart when he recalls her. There is rarely a moment where he ever leaves you around as he does everything with you, seeking out the comfort of closeness he has been deprived of for a millenium. Vladimir, as someone who has also lost his mate, keeps out an eye for you as well to ensure your safety as well as your forever stay with Stefan.

Vladimir

Vladimir, just like Stefan, used to have a mate during his reign though. Yet it was his own underestimation of the powers of the Volturi that cost him his mate and it is a pain that he has never been able to overcome. The heavy sin of failure to protect his mate has a weight to it that would bring an ordinary vampire to the depths of insanity yet he has stocked all of the agony deep inside of him and channeled it into an ever-growing hatred for the Volturi. Yet he feels his soul soaring into the sky when he finds out about your intimate connection with him, one your human senses are unable to perceive to the same extent as he does. He feels a lightness that he hasn't experienced since he was disgraced and dragged down from his throne. Time is pressuring as both him and Stefan are forced to flee like rabbits from a pack of wolves yet he seems to savour the little time he has simply to admire you.

Vladimir is extremely obsessive as you are a reincarnation of his long lost love and there is a curiosity he feels about you and the life you have lived so far. He stalks you, he breaks into your house to take a better look at your life and Stefan scolds him for playing around as much as he does. Time is of essence and Vladimir is aware of that. He is every bit as possessive and protective as Stefan would be yet he is a bit more playful than his coven member is and a bit more obsessive as he isn't that quick to force you into adjusting to your new position and your new life as he instead allows you to express your own emotions as even your tears and your pained mind seem to enrapture him. It may come over as a tad bit sadistic but he has waited so long for this encounter with you that every reaction of yours would only ever make him more obsessed with you.

If Stefan is more pragmatic, Vladimir really seems to indulge just a bit more to experience every feeling of yours more and discover more about the person you are. That obvious fascination shouldn't be mistaken as lenience though as Vladimir is just as set on gaining your heart and your every thought as Stefan is. He is your rightful mate. He has the right to claim you and no one else will ever taste that same privilege as he does. He may not remind you laconically that you will probably never see the humans you loved again but it isn't wise to continue your grief either. Stefan warns you when you take it too far which allows you to not cross any lines but Vladimir is no such guy. If your sorrow goes on for too long and prevents him from getting what he desires most, he will take it by force as he is just as unapologetic as Stefan is.

There are little chances for a situation to escalate and perhaps that is for the best. The isolation leads to little interaction with anyone else who is also a vampire and for that there is no reason to eliminate any possible threat to your safety. There is no playfulness on him when it comes to your safety as one painful loss has already taught him that he should never underestimate anyone nor should he hold back. Whether he wants to admit it or not, in between the burning hatred he holds for the Volturi there is also a newly awakened feeling of fear that they will tear away his new mate from him and he knows that most vampires only kneel down in fear for them which is why he feels the need to exterminate every vampire who spots you with them. Just like Stefan, Vladimir knows that eventually your existence will be exposed but throughout your time as a human as well as a newborn, it is essential that you remain a secret so that you gain enough control and experience.

He can hear and smell how stressed you are and he for once understands why the life he lives isn't something a human should find themselves in. On the other hand he could never allow you to remain in your town as the distance would surely eat him silently alive. He would like to keep you as a human for a bit longer though as he finds you entertaining and awfully predictable with your beating heart that always gives away your feelings. There is such a joy he finds in observing you as you are right now that he would like to procrastinate your transformation just a bit more to savor the experience to have something he can remember fondly as soon as he has bitten you. Sharing the same need as Stefan to keep you constantly by his side, Vladimir becomes essentially your shadow who follows you around wherever you go and never lets you out of his sight.

He finds it very amusing to listen to you due to slangs you use as well as the stories you tell which remind him how far humanity has gotten ever since he has been turned into a vampire. He not only listens though as he chooses to engage in it a tad bit all in hopes of tickling you out of the scared shell you keep yourself inside when you are around him. He seems to enjoy tormenting you here and there solely to force you to leave that shell of yours for a moment and expose your true feelings to him. Despite that lively attitude of his, the trauma of having lost his previous mate to the Volturi is one that lingers and it is still apparent in the way he restricts you and hides you away even after he has turned you and you are capable of protecting yourself.

#yandere twilight #yandere stefan #yandere vladimir #yandere x reader #twilight x reader

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