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put it on me | d.t x reader x r.t | vampire au | bloody baby au

an: heyyy ya’ll missed me? had a tove lo song stuck in my head it’s talking body.

synopsis: baby knows she has been made to forget, she knows they are pretending to, everything is alright but is it?

warning: overconsumption of alcohol, compelling, argument.

You were dead sure something was off, like visually not a hair out of place but you just knew, like a nagging intuition burning holes into your stomach. Though it could have been the last shot oqf tequila you took.

They let you off the fucking island, it made no sense. What four months of playing a captured princess and out of nowhere “Go birdie go fly and be free.” something was off it was sour milk in your mouth. One could even say it was because you were touch deprived, but the more shocking detail to take note of was the lack of puncture marks in your body. This wasn’t some insecurity bullshit again, this was them hovering over you from the balconies watching you dance with you friends and not lifting a finger to feel you up.

Absurd isn't it?

Something happened, you can only feel it in your dreams, something deeply wrong— something that you were not supposed to see but you hadn't been compelled, at least you think you weren’t. You simply woke up in their bed three weeks and they’ve pretended like you would break from a single touch, and they watch you—constantly. When you eat, when you read on the lawn and sometimes you could swear they watch you sleep.

This uneasiness was tearing at you, were they done with you? Their own martial relations seemed to be a little too close, they always were but you never felt left out but now you did, you felt nervous even to walk up to Rhaenyra for a hug in the morning. And now this.

A taste of caged freedom. Freedom.

Who knew you'd grow so fond of the cage that housed you, a golden stone castle far from any life you’ve ever seen? Yet here you were now, at a cheap club your friends and you had graced every weekend after working on your thesis to chug fireballs and vodka.

Freedom? That's what the wanted you to feel, to help you transition back to your mortal life. Well then, a taste of it should have been fair for all. So you didn't hesitate after pulling another bill from your bra and ordering another round for your girlfriends. You loved them, you missed them, but right now your sense of celebration wasn't for them. As the bitter liquid burned at your throat, you shot daggers at the balconies again and disappeared into the crowd.

Deep in the sea of sweaty bodies jumping with no care in the world, thick into where the intentions of every one were similar, “We’re free game” You didn't care who touched you, just as way before when you didn't. You never know the person, hell you couldn't even make out their face from the lights but you felt the hands, the grinding.

It did feel freeing, compelled or not, you could do it— slip further into the crowd and just slip out of this dingy club. Disappear with the money and ID tucked into the lining of your bra, they won't find you. Strom City was far too vast to find a little scorned soul nearing the bottom of the bottle. You closed your eyes and just felt the music and the alcohol making you feel weightless, you lifted your hands into your hair to cook the back of your neck as you continued to sway, a stranger’s beer can pressed to the back of it. You smiled at your friends dancing, reaching for the coolers in one of their hands and took a big swig. You could feel the bile at the back of your throat, but you knew you'd been fine if you just kept dancing.

You could still feel hands on you and yet no faces, it wasn't until you turned that you could finally register faces— or well a face.

Daemon stood still amongst the dancing crowd, arms crossed and neck just slightly titled. Silently questioning as to the fuck were you up to.

You didn't stop, looking right at him you kept dancing when the beat dropped stealing the last of your friend’s drink. Hips swaying and still holding your wild hair so you don't overheat, you knew you were playing with fire. What's the worst that could happen? They’d drain you of all blood until there was no life left in you? You’d come to terms with that possibility months ago.

You could feel him nearing, shrugging off the mortal bodies coming in contact with him. You could hear your friends giggling as she reached for your hand and yanked you through the crowd.

“What the fuck were you thinking,” Daemon said, looking very visually irked as he sat comfortably on the hotel couch.

Rhaenyra had barely anything to say but she was angry, you could see it. A conflicted hurt. The rules were clear, they were crystal and you'd broken them.

You scoffed sipping on the glass of water you were forced to drink as you leaned against the bathroom door, still heeled and dizzy. You couldn't digest their discontent when they were ones playing games with you.

“We have very simple rule-”

“Oh fuck your rules!” you cut him off

“It's just bodies isn't it,” you said holding in a hiccup “We are just bodies.”

Rhaenyra opened her mouth but you raised your finger to stop her, stumbling of the bathroom door and walking to the middle of the room.

“How many? How many girls? How many men? I mean fuck!” you shook your head stumbling a bit.

They entertained your outburst, usually you were so placated that this was beyond the unusual.

“Don't you see, you've lived the two of you have each other, have been married for like a forever long time, and me. I'm twenty— human years mortal, simple-bodied.” you tap your head to see if they saw your point.

“I have barely loved, and now that I do—” you hiccup blinking your drunk tears away “its with two blood-sucking—” you stopped yourself laughing.

“I’m just a body to you that you use for fun.” you laugh, mascara tears coating your face.

Rhaenyra finally speaks “that is not true.”

You scoff once more, this time breaking the glass of water you'd been drinking against the bedstand “Turn me then.”

Daemon turned his face, looking out the window and Rhaenyra now stood shaking her head at you.

You could feel the glass imbedded into your palm, you raised the broken shard at her— lil quivering. “Turn me.”

“Turn me.” it sounds like a pathetic prayer.

This time Daemon turned to you, eyes narrowed staring at your bleeding palm, he looked at his wife. He knew this would have come to this conclusion, it always does.

You knew you’d die soon, whether it was to come back as one of them or dead for good. You’d made your peace with it a week before, pouring your heart out in the pages of your journal. Though what were you expecting, that the sex with you was that good that they’d have you around for a life time.

You served one purpose for them, to be their walking blood bag, a toy for them to use and dress as they pleased.

“Turn me.” you said once more.

This time Daemon pushed off the couch, he was in front of you within a blink of an eye, nostrils flared as he grabbed the back of your hair and yanked it back.

“You want to sell your soul that bad? You’d break even before it began sweet girl. The pain of the turn, but sure since you want it that bad.” he bit into the back of his hand and pressed it to your mouth.

The taste of bitter copper filled your mouth, it was true human blood tasted far sweeter, and you’d tasted it on their lips countless times. Your own blood.

“Daemon stop.” Rhaenyra said this time, approaching her husband.

He did not budge, still staring your soul down as he pulled the glass shard from your hand. He didn't hesitate to press it against your carotid artery, the faintest if pressure and he’d dig in. You bleed out and either come out as one of them or a feral— a demon of sorts. They wouldn't take that risk but Daemon was so done for it.

He knew the truth of what he’d compelled away from you, the attack, the threat that somebody was after them— he feared not for him or Rhaenyra but if they found you. He had thought of turning you a thousand times over, and so had Rhaenyra, though the possibility that you may not make the other side. Not many survive the pain, not many come out looking like their mortal bodies but mangled creatures from hell.

However Daemon had snapped, he grew irked from having to hide the truth, from having to pull away. True he had Rhaenyra to come to with his ails but she would sway him otherwise. Rhaenyra battled the guilt of nearly killing you for days, she still does and cannot touch you without remembering her teeth digging into your flesh. You may not remember it, but she had torn you within an inch of your life.

“Daemon we have to let her go.” Rhaenyra urged.

This time your eyes snapped to her and then back to Daemon.

“No turn me.” you urged, this time pushing yourself against the shard of glass “turn me.”

Daemon threw the shard away, shaking his head as he held your shoulders.

“No no, you're not leaving me.” the panic set into your body, death would have been easier. “Just turn me, I can do it.” you hiccuped.

Rhaenyra this time finally touched you, pulling you closer and embracing you, your senses were completely engulfed by her. The way she smelled, her touch, her hair.

You kept mumbling “no” incoherently as she sat you down on the bed.

Her eyes dilated as she shushed you, you looked at Daemon, his stern expression held pain to it if you looked close enough. He leaned against a wall. He knew Rhaenyra had to be the one to do this.

You felt no pain as Rhaenyra pulled the small pieces of glass from your hand, they were already healing because of Daemon’s blood.

“I’m so sorry my love,” she kissed your palms as she sat them back down onto your lap. “It isn't safe anymore.”

“Please don't,” you pouted, more tears flowing down your cheeks. “Don’t leave.”

“You were away on a vacation in the Summer. Isles, you needed a break. You won't remember us, anything about the past six months, it will be as though time stopped and brought you back to reality.” Rhaenyra whispered, kissing your forehead.

“Please.” you cried.

“The pain you feel now will be gone, we will be gone.” her eyes dilated one more as she shuffled your body back into the bed. “Go to sleep.”

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“You are a Vampire, and your partner is a Vampire Hunter. They found out a few days ago, and left in the night. Now they’ve returned with tears in their eyes and a stake in their hands.”

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VampireHunter!Aemond x Vampire!Reader

He knows. He knows. He knows.

That’s all that went through your head for the past three days after Aemond found out your deadly secret. You’re a Vampire. And he fucking hates Vampires. Most people do these days, some horrific propaganda has been circulating about them. They will come for your children in the night! Was a favourite amongst the Smallfolk and every evening when you and Aemond walked, arm in arm, there was a hanging Vampire on the City Walls with a stake through their heart. A new one every day. The walls were coming in closer, every second you were being sought out even though no one suspected it.

The day he found out went like any other, you made breakfast and ate together… you made love that day and it was the most magical moment, an energy surge, the Gods must’ve tried to tell you that this would be the last time you held him in your arms, the last time he would tell you he loved you. He left for work not long after, going around and torturing your people as if they meant nothing, as if they didn’t have people who loved them.

There are murderers, kidnappers, horrific people walking around these very walls and still they aren’t as bad as Vampires. No, Vampires are worse. They suck on the blood of innocent people but had no one ever thought for one second that Vampires can also be innocent. You, for example, haven’t feasted on a human being since you were a child. Since the Hunters began their miserable torture of you and your people. You still remembered your mother, writhing in pain as they strung her up the large oak tree and the crowd that gathered when the glinting stake twinkled before splatting her insides. You remembered the tear marked cheeks your sister had, her teeth bare and your father hollowing out so much so that he never came back to who he used to be.

You lived under the radar until you fell in love with the enemy, until you tasted the heavenly sweetness of the enemy, you never thought about hurting him, you never would hurt a human. You feasted on raw meat from animals, the way most Smallfolk would eat from being too poor to create proper food.

You thought about his eye, how he leaked just one tear when he saw your bare teeth for the first time. You didn’t even know he would be back so early, you were drinking the blood of some animal that your sister brought to you and you relished in that taste of iron when Aemond was at the door, his bag slumped beside his feet, his mouth making a small ‘o’ shape as you wiped your mouth. Of course, he thought it was the blood of an innocent human. The words that came out of his mouth, the disgusting stereotyped words… you would never forget it. And then the door slammed shut, you were on your knees, sobbing and begging for him to just listen.

But he didn’t listen.

You were making dinner, some raw beef and a cup of plasma that you grew yourself secretly in the attic. You were about to sit down when the door opened, your heart thumped hard against your chest, you knew this was coming, you knew the end was coming but you begged the Gods above that he wouldn’t be the love of your life. Aemond stood there, disheveled with the largest stake you had ever seen in your life, his face was a tornado of hurt and anger, you wished you could just hold him but he was disgusted by the sight of you. He approached, slowly like a cat, before lurching towards you. You managed to dodge him, your hands up in surrender.

“Aemond, let me explain all of this.” You whispered, looking at the hate on his face as his hand gripped the stake harder.

“No need for an explanation, y/n. You’ve been free for too long.” He spat.

“You don’t mean that, Aemond.” You were shocked by his venomous words, the difference between him now and him at the beginning of the week.

“I mean every word, you’re a disgusting creature and it’s time we rid all of you from this world.” He lunged forward again, you caught his wrist before it plunged into your heart, he was shaking.

“You’re shaking. You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to kill me.” You managed, your mouth drying up.

“I do.” He swallowed hard.

“No, Aemond. You haven’t let me explain anything, you haven’t given me that right. I deserve that.” You said.

“Don’t you think I deserved to know I married a fucking vampire?” He whispered, hatefully.

“You did deserve it. But how could I tell you? You make a living out of killing my people. I knew that one day you would find out and you would kill me, but I just wanted to taste what happiness truly felt like, and I regret I didn’t have longer with that.” Tears were streaming down your face, you must look like your mother. His breathing hitched, the stake stumbled slightly in his hand before he strengthened his grip towards your heart.

“Don’t make this harder for me, y/n.” He whispered. “Please.” A sad, lonely tear trickled down his porcelain skin and instinctively you reached up, your hand cupped his cheek as your thumb softly grazed the tear away. Such a gentle touch, it was barely anything, but both of you broke down. Ugly crying as he held the stake at you, your hand on his face and you knew from the outside this was such an odd sight.

“I wish, so badly, I wasn’t like this. I truly begged for the Gods to take it away from me after my mother was strung up on a tree in our safe little village, when the light shut off inside her. I remember the way the breeze whipped around my hair as she left me, and I decided, as did my family, to turn to the blood of animals. I’ve never touched a human except in love. I would never.” You whispered, removing your hand.

“This is my job, y/n. I have to do this. I’m so sorry.” He said, wiping his tears and holding the stake high above his head.

You resigned to your fate and you would look into his eyes as he killed you, you would let him be haunted by the light leaving your eyes after his hand killed you in the middle of Spring. You saw him purse his lips, his arm shaking as he held it high in the air. Tears stained your cheeks as he breathed in, you were ready to see your mother again. So you watched as the stake came tumbling down, but it didn’t pierce your heart, instead it fell to the ground. He couldn’t do it.

“I’m sorry.” He wiped his mouth and turned away from you. “I cannot kill you. I can’t do it.” He turned to face you again, your heart beating as you crashed into his chest, your tears staining his shirt. “Gods, I love you, y/n. You have to understand, my loyalty lies with the Crown and the King ensured me with this duty.”

“I love you too, Aemond. It’s okay, we’ll find a way around it, I promise.” You stared up at him, stroking his long hair.

“You made me the happiest man alive.” He reached for your cheek, stroking them softly just like he did when you made love earlier in the week. “You are the most radiant, beautiful woman and I’ll never have another like you.”

“Aemond? What are you talking about?” You backed away then, wringing your own hands together.

“I’m truly sorry, y/n.” He gave a quick nod before the Hunters came tumbling into the house, taking you by the arms and pinning them behind your back. You writhed against their grip, screaming out and gulping for air as they dragged you harshly out of the house. Aemond couldn’t watch for a second longer before he had to turn around, you saw his shoulders begin to shake.

“Aemond!” You screamed, a guttural cry, before they brought you to the Town Square, where people were chanting with stakes in their hands, pinning you down to the ground. “Aemond!” You wrestled against their ropes and ties, you begged for him to come for you and help you out, you knew he didn’t want this to happen. You knew he didn’t want you to die.

But he didn’t come for you.

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warnings: blood!! (duh) major injuries, not very realistic but in fanfic so don’t give me a hard time. just lots of gory blood stuff okay :)

synopsis: Nyra and Daemon go out hunting for The Seven, Nyra gets poisoned and ends up hurting baby (badly!) Daemon saves the day,

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There was nothing, they had been at it for a week— shady fuckers never stayed out long enough to leave a scent.

Daemon had to raise a toast to their religious determination for sure, spending over a millennia hunting them— their kind. Wasn’t an easy task to keep up with a growing population, they had another reason for their relentless search this time. A secret that was hidden so well even they couldn’t find it, a possibility of cure from the last Great Weirwood tree.

A tree that should have burnt when the Night King was taken down, but its own powers saved it. The blasted thing was out there, somewhere far north, even modern technology had not ventured that far out and neither could they.

“There is nothing, two weeks and nothing!” Rhaenyra sighs into the phone.

There was news of a deal being struck at a very special kind of apothecary, and if the Seven pokes their heads out now, when they are more exposed then ever. It would have been for a damn good reason.

“We should head home, lingering will do us no good.” Daemon hummed, circling the hotel room where his enemies laid in.

Rhaenyra hums on the other end, a faint sound a zipper rumbles on the other end before she speak again.

“Be careful my love.”

“Always.”

Rhaenyra let go of her phone, picking up her bags to carry them to her car. She missed home, it wasn’t like she could sleep— ever. But she missed the feeling of laying in a soft plush bed with her husband on one end and you in the other. She missed the touch of pure human warmth against her skin, the sound of a beating heart under her.

Her senses however caught a whiff of something else, the deceived tug of something being missing, something looming around the corner bothered her. She froze by the door of the abandoned building, her ears hearing everything from miles away, cars, motorbikes, children crying and a dog howling. Nothing went unheard, just like the distant sound of a thudding heart. Very prominent by the second.

Out of the blue, a hooded man comes at her, too powerful for human but not quite quick enough as she dodges his blow, grunting as she whacks her bag against the side of this man. From behind her, the sounds of gunfire echo, pointed wooden bullets lodge themselves into her back.

Motherfuc—

Painful, effective but not enough to take down a vampire of her calibre. She reaches down to duck more shots, tearing the heel of her shoes and launching it at the person with the gun. The pointed heel launching itself straight in their neck, blood guzzling out of their mouth as the person fell to the floor twitching, succumbing to death.

The second man still taking his shots at her, pushing her hard against the cement walls of the building.

Rhaenyra’s hand curled around his neck, hoping to tear his head off his shoulders.

The man bares his fangs out wide, snarling before digging into Rhaenyra’s throat, pulling a chuck out in the process.

She screams, kicking the man’s knee so hard it breaks— he falls to the floor grunting. A bloody smile to his face as he accepts that he has no way out.

Rhaenyra huffs before plunging her hand deep into his chest, pulling the his frosted red heart out of its cavity, letting his body grey into nothing.

Pain radiated through Rhaenyra’s body as she reached behind to pull the six wooden bullets out of her back, the wounds small enough to stop bleeding immediately but her throat, it was throbbing in pain.

She had to feed, she had to go home. The wound was healing but she hadn’t feed enough for it to heal entirely of its own. She stumbled out of the building, using a piece of her torn dress to stop the bleeding as she some how managed to speed home. The sheer will of not wanting to kill an innocent took her home, to the vast fridge of blood bags waiting for her.

The car seat she sat on was soaked in blood as she grunted out of her BenZ, she looked up to her castle and suddenly her perspective shifted. She turned behind for a moment, her car no longer there but an ornate carriage. She shook her head hard, this time she saw her car.

With relief she stumbled into the castle, making beeline for the kitchens as quietly as she could, she didn’t want to wake you. She didn’t want you to see her like this— you couldn’t cope from the blood and she knew it.

When she opened the doors to the kitchen, instead of very modern stainless steel appliances she was treated to stone walls, massive pots placed on wooden stoves, the aprons of maids hung by the door. She shook her head once more.

Kitchen— her kitchen

She proceeded to rip open the door into her walk in bridge of all the blood she could want, she reached for the first bag closest to her and took a big swig— her pain dissipating for a moment as she rested her hot head against the ice cold fridge shelf. She took two more swigs before reaching for two more bags and exiting the fridge.

She was once again greeted to a medieval stone kitchen. This time she was terrified

What was happening to her

The open wound on her neck began to rip into her, she screamed in agony as she fell to her knees.

The blood pooling around her in the kitchen, she peeled her eyes open, trying to compose herself enough to call for Daemon.

She was still created by an old kitchen and woman she wished she had killed with her own bare hands.

Few feet from her stood Alicent, a bloody smirk on her face and a stake in her hand.

You woke up to the sound of crockeries rattling, other than a few security detail outside. No one should be home.

You tried to rub the sleep away from your eyes as a certain excitement filled your chest.

They were home

You happily pulled yourself out of bed, wrapping your fuzzy teal robe around you and taking your water cup along with you as you padded down the cold tiled hallway and down the main stairs.

You heard more thrashes, wondering if it was Rhaenyra and Daemon yet again very passionately professing their love for one another. It seemed a hobby of theirs to completely destroy a room as they fucked away their fill.

What you were met with instead was bloody footsteps, dragging from the main doors headed towards the kitchen. This time you were cautious, reaching for the closest silent alarm in the main foyer and picking up an old heavy candle stand. You know you shouldn’t, you should go upstairs and lock yourself in there until help comes, but then you see more blood—puddles of it leading into the kitchen.

You see a hand poking right out from the kitchen doors, as you turn the corner you see your detail, men dressed in black clothes— dead men dressed in black blood soaked clothes.

One body, two body.

When you move into the kitchen, you hear rustling behind the massive kitchen island. You hold the candle stand with both hands in front of you, ready to swing it at whoever was behind it. As you turn another corner, you find silver hair soaked in blood and a distinct red colour of a dress.

“R-Rhaenyra?” You stuttered, fear losing itself so deep in your bones but also concern as she turns to you.

Then you see it, the hefty chuck on her neck oozing blood as she sucked the blood out of one of the dead men meant to be protecting you.

Her eyes are dark, face stained red with chucks of flesh hanging from her lips.

“Wh—“

“Run.”

“L-Let me help you.” You whimpered.

“D-darling I need you to run.” She cries.

“But”

“I said go away!” She screams at you, eyes red and wild.

Tears pour from your eyes as you hesitate, you begin to walk backwards, everything in you wanting to fix Rhaenyra�� to be with her until Daemon returns but as you keep walking back. You foot slips in the puddle of blood and you fall backwards, hitting your head at the edge of the island in the process before splashing into the thick red liquid.

Rhaenyra turns to you once more, she was there one moment and she shook her head again.

This time she charges at you, landing on top of you as you push her face away screaming.

“Rhaenyra please!” You cry out, hoping that she is in there somewhere.

You however were no match to her strength, she easily caught onto your wrist— a little pressure from her end and then throbbing pain shot through your arm.

In the moment of adrenaline, you reached next to you, giving Rhaenyra the perfect aim for your jugular. She bites in as more pain shoots up your spine.

This time you catch onto the jagged candle stand and stab her right through the back, Rhaenyra retreats, sitting over you but you don’t hesitate and plunge your weapon straight to her heart.

Rhaenyra freezes, the veins in her body go blue as she crumbles next you, her body grey and eyes life less.

You had no time to witness what you had done, some how without slipping in the pool of blood again you race out of the kitchen and up the stairs into your room and then your closet. Using your entire body to push a white dresser in front of the door before cowering behind the rack of coats.

The aderaline still coursing through your body, you look at your bent wrists, you cry out— the blood covering you and Rhaenyra.

She wasn’t there but—

You killed her

Daemon had already been driving home, after collecting some more information from his insiders he too shared the same need to lay in the arms of the two women he loved. The streets were dead enough from him to feel the might of his car’s engine as he blasted music.

What caught him off guard however was the security alarm notification that popped up on his watch, if he wasn’t already flooring the gas he sure was now. Racing to get home, Rhaenyra should have been home by now— that gave his heart some comfort but he sped nonetheless.

What he was greeted with was gruesome, cruel. His eyes were seeing things but he couldn’t process them.

Blood to the kitchen and blood up the stairs.

“Rhaenyra!”

“Y/N!”

He screamed, within a second he was in the kitchen. The room stunk of death, the bodies of his hired detail laid scattered across the floor, and in the pile a head of lovely silver hair stained red.

“Rhaenyra…” he sighed, fingers grazing at the iron candle post in her chest.

He placed her body back down, this listening hard for a faint heartbeat that was very much present. He rushed up to your room to find it empty and thuds of your heart echoing from your closet. He pushed against the barred door, huffing unwanting to scare you any further.

“No…no please.”

He heard your weakened cries as he pushed down the door to find you sitting against your long coats, a shawl pressed up against a heavily bleeding wound and your left wrist bent backwards.

Your lips were nearly blue as weakly cried and stuttered.

“I- I killed her.” You repeated over and over again, refusing to be held by Daemon.

Daemon bit into his wrist, letting blood ooze to the surface before pressing them to you lip, almost forcing the liquid into your mouth as you repeated the same phrase in shock.

You sat against him, letting the vampire blood do its work, Daemon could hear your bones realigning as he soothed you with his hands running down your back and nestling your hair. Once healed he effortlessly lifted your limp body and carried you to the bathroom, he placed you on the sink counter. Letting your body rest against the pink walls as he filled your claw tub with warm water.

If you were conscious enough to see it, it tore him from the inside to see you covered in the blood, the faint marks of your still healing wounds and the lifeless pain behind your eyes. His wife laid temporarily dead in the kitchen that he very lovingly made her breakfast this morning in.

He undid the cuffs of his dress shirt, pulling them up his forearms before gently taking off your night shift, he saw more bruising slowly fading away as he deposited you into the warm water.

The sensation seemed to have shot life back into you as you gasped, you looked up at him wide eyed, with so much pain and concern.

“I’m sorry.” Your eyes pooled “I hurt her, I- kill-“

“She’s fine, she will be fine.” He cooed, pulling the hand shower to wash the blood away from your hair.

His fingertips feeling the head wound shut itself as he washed away the remaining blood. It took nearly an hour to wash away all the blood from your body.

You switched from states of sobbing uncontrollably where he would have to stop and calm you and just staring mindlessly at the red water you sat in.

“Sshh, you are safe.”

“You did good, so good.”

“I know it hurts,” he kissed your temple as the last of the wounds healed themselves.

He had plucked you away from the bath, once again dressed and tucked under the heavy sheet of their shared bedroom instead of yours.

Even tucked in, your eyes pooled once more. He didn’t want to do it but he was yet to pick up the pieces of his wife just yet.

His cold palm rested against your cheek as he wiped away the falling tears.

“You have to sleep.” His eyes dilated.

You whimpered and nodded, your eyes soon after fluttering to slumber. He sat there for a moment, listening to your heartbeat and watching as the frown from your face melted away.

This was close, too close. Rhaenyra was indestructible, you however were a dandelion in the breeze.

She was holding back, she was in there. If she wasn’t, you’d be dead and that’s the kind of weight that would destroy Nyra for the rest of her miserable eternity.

Daemon pulled away, locking the doors to his bedroom from the outside before heading down for Rhaenyra.

All he could think of as he pulled the candle stand from her chest and carried her to the Iron Cells was how close he was to loosing everything.

To loosing you.

Andddd that’s a wrap, I missed writing for this series so much but I crunched it down in one go.

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~One Shots♡~ {<- masterlist}

18+

Smut ~ Violence ~ Fluff ~ Angst

A date with Klaus {3.5k} ♡♡ --- After a long day at work, you just want to go home and relax. Fortunately Klaus knows exactly what you need to unwind.

A date with Kol {3.5k} ♡♡ --- You are drowning your sorrows at the bar, but Kol has an idea on how to cheer you up.

A date with Marcel {2k} ♡♡ --- Marcel takes you out to see some live music and then charms your pants off.

A date with Elijah {3.5k} ♡♡ --- You are at the compound to confess your feelings to Elijah, as your nerves get the better of you, he finds a way to help you relax.

Truth or Dare {5k} ♡♡♡ --- You find yourself at a party you don't really want to be at. You meet the Mikaelson siblings and a game of truth or dare unfolds, revealing your secret and sparking a connection that changes the course of the night.

Blood Bath {2k} ♡♡ --- Aunt Flo comes to visit and the noble Elijah stands up to the bitch.

Better than flowers {3.2k} ♡♡ --- You've always hated valentines day until Elijah changes your mind with a magical date.

Sitting Pretty {1.7k} ♡ --- Pure filth, zero plot.

Stocking Stuffer {3.4k} ♡♡ --- Elijah spends the season giving to others, but tonight, it’s your turn to show him how much he means to you.

Unraveled {4.5k} ♡ ---Elijah takes you lingerie shopping, with plans to spoil you and savor every second.

A Common Mistake {6.2k} ♡♡ {Elijah Mikaelson x Elena Gilbert} --- Fresh from a breakup with Damon, Elena wants something simple. No complications, no emotions, just a distraction. But then she finds Elijah in her town, and there is nothing simple about wanting him...

~Headcanons♡~

Dating the Mikaelsons {4k} ♡♡♡♡ --- Headcanons on sex & dating for Klaus, Kol, Marcel and Elijah.

Mikaelsons & Marijuana {1k} --- Weed related headcanons to celebrate gaining 420 followers.

Biting the Mikaelsons {1.9k} ♡♡♡ --- Just some headcanons on what I think bloodsharing would be like with the Mikaelson men.

[lady-phasma]

Requests open for Daemon Targaryen, Feyd-Rautha, and IWTV. Asks open for all listed and Doctor Who.

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Spotlight:

Fangtober Day 5 - Impact play - Lestat x fem!reader

New Fangtober Day 4 - Bondage - Armand x fem!reader

Fangtober Day 3 - Ejaculation - Rockstar!Lestat x fem!reader

Fangtober Day 2 - Body mod - Lestat x gn!reader

Fangtober Day 1 - Blood - Lestat x fem!reader

New A Quiet Night In - Armand x Benji x Sybelle x gn!reader (fluff)

Armand N$FW Alphabet

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[ponypickle]

is it bad that as soon as I hear about a character in a tv show that is psychotic or close to a sociopath/psychopath in any way, I am immediately there claiming that character as my favourite.

this happens everywhere, in every single tv show and movie possible i swear: kol mikaelson in the vampire diaries and later the originals, kai parker in the vampire diaries, campbell eliot in the society, daemon targaryen in hotd, billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, roman bridger, jill roberts, charlie walker, richie kirsch, amber freeman, ethan landry and quinn bailey in the scream movies, corey cunningham in halloween ends, benjamin pointdexter in daredevil season 3, frank castle (who isn't exactly a sociopath but is quite violent) in daredevil and the punisher, peter hale and deucalion in teen wolf, etc. (probably would find a lot more if I took time to think about but these are either from long time fixations or things I have watched recently)

[monecelesart]

Daemyra vampire au

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

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