#♡. thoughts ⁄ ⁄ rule of the beasts .

[sylphfated]

in character tags

♡. ic ⁄ ⁄ mortal but soulless .

♡. aesthetic ⁄ ⁄ law of the earth .

♡. thoughts ⁄ ⁄ rule of the beasts .

♡. visage ⁄ ⁄ dreamers dream until they don't .

♡. v.01 ( main ) ⁄ ⁄ half the man i used to be .

♡. v.02 ( final fantasy ) ⁄ ⁄ in defiance of bahamut .

♡. v.03 ( kingdom hearts ) ⁄ ⁄ cutting wings off butterflies .

♡. v.04 ( star rail ) ⁄ ⁄ i will rise & i will survive .

♡. about ⁄ ⁄ a two step in the blood bath .

[dark-and-kawaii]

Who would babytrap you out of the bg3 men 🙈

୨♡୧ Baby Trapping ୨♡୧

Halsin - Gale - Haarlep - Raphael - Gortash - Rolan

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: Yes. Absolutely Yes. I got you babes xoxo

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Breeding | Creampie | Baby Trapping

╰› Halsin’s obsession with you reached dangerous heights, fueled by a possessive jealousy that consumed his every thought. He knows the depths of his actions are morally wrong, but his desire for you overrides any rationality that remains within him. The way that other Druid looks at you, their eyes hungering for your body, it stirs an animalistic rage within Halsin.

Feigning urgency on important matters, deceiving both you and the unsuspecting Druid whom he pulled you away from, Halsin leads you deep into the forest, where his intentions come to fruition. Overwhelmed by his uncontrollable lust, he takes you forcefully, ravishing you until you're reduced to a quivering, moaning mess. The ecstasy of the moment blinds you as he spills his seed inside you without restraint, his desire to impregnate you driving him further.

Halsin wrestles with the weight of his actions, he knows it’s wrong to wish you pregnant like this, but the beast inside him demands otherwise. You, his chosen mate, his partner, you are his alone and he’ll make sure all the others know this.

╰› Haarlep is both possessive & greedy, always wanting more, especially if you’re Raphael’s little mouse. Haarlep’s not afraid to claim you as their toy if you’ve truly caught their attention. Through a combination of enchantment and manipulation the incubus ensnares you, captivating your senses and dominating your every thought. They exploit your deepest desires, using their irresistible allure to draw you deeper into their web of possession.

Your mind becomes foggy, a euphoric haze engulfing you, but it feels so damn good. The pleasure is intoxicating, so intense that the means by which it is achieved becomes inconsequential. All you crave is more. Haarlep's beautiful cock slides effortlessly into your eager depths, fitting you perfectly, as if it were the only thing that could ever satiate your desires. They make you yearn for their touch, their love, their vile seed. They use you as they please, taking what they desire from your body while painting your gummy walls white, leaving you begging, pleading for Haarlep to cum deep within Raphael’s precious little mouse, “P-please~ Cum n’inside Raphael’s s’little m-mouse!~”

By the time you come to your senses it’ll be too late. You’re nice and bloated with the creatures cum, they’ve claimed you, your body belongs to Haarlep now, and you will serve them well as the mother of their demon spawn.

╰› Raphael is filled with insecurities and has been his whole life but never dares show it. Not until you feel how how desperate his thrusts become, it’s almost pitiful. He’s so desperate to fill you with his offspring, it’s his way of proving to the infernal realms that he is the strongest, capable of producing the finest progeny to aid in his conquests and ruling.

Master manipulator, skilled at using his charm he'll make sure to bend your will to his desires, will purposely breakdown your defenses, prey upon your deepest fears and own insecurities, exploiting them to gain complete control over your body and soul.

“You need me,” is all he says, his eyes fixated on the way your tight cunt accommodates him with each forceful thrust. Each time he goes deeper and deeper causing you to whimper and clench his luxurious sheets… You can feel the bulge in your stomach each time the head of his shaft brushes against your cervix. It becomes evident that he places his ambitions and pleasure above all else, including your own needs and desires.

╰› Gortash deeply adores and values your presence, which is why he indulges in serving you drinks until you reach a delightful state of inebriation. Although you had expressed how you don’t wish to have another child, Gortash holds a different perspective on the matter. Not only has Bane compelled him to father more offspring, but Gortash himself yearns to create more beautiful children with you. And so, he will pursue that desire.

You hate how good it feels to have his cock filling you up, how euphoric and mind numbing it is. The alcohol in your system heightens the pleasure, it’s what has you creaming and cumming around Enver’s cock as he violates you, fucking you as if you wanted this. Gortash thrusts into you with a fervor that momentarily blurs the lines of consent, disregarding your wishes and capitalizing on the intoxication he facilitated.

"My dear, you are meant to grant me the joy of having the children I long for," he grunts. You attempt to shake your head, genuinely striving to communicate your objections, but the overwhelming pleasure drowns your attempts, leaving your mind awash in a sea of pleasure. He captures your lips in a possessive kiss, his desire evident in the intensity of his embrace, while his fingers dig into the softness of your thighs, marking you until you bleed. Finally, he releases a torrent of his cum deep within your fertile womb, leaving the possibility of new life to blossom within you.

╰› Rolan never really liked the idea of children, especially to sire his own. They were loud, smelly and a massive responsibility. However, once you came into his life that all began to change… Especially after your precious visit to Lorroakan’s tower… The way that man took hold of your hand and kissed the back of it as if he was paying homage to a queen or goddess made Rolan want to tear him apart limb from limb, his tail whipping back and forth.

That night something snapped within Rolan, the tiefling wanted nothing more than to make sure you were his, not that he feared of losing you or anything but it was as if his body needed to ensure that no other male could take you away. After all, who would want you if you were swollen with a “Hell spawn’s” child?

Rolan had never released himself inside you, so you were shocked when you felt a thick warm substance coating your insides as well as the his cock. You gasped at the feeling, looking back up at Rolan who was biting his lip, he didn't look at all fazed by this. No, instead he looked as though a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Rolan held your hips tightly as he pulled out of you, a small bit of his cum escaping and sliding down your inner thigh before thrusting back inside you. one load wasn’t enough, he needed to be sure…

╰› Gale is obsessed with creampies and breeding along with the idea of you carrying his children. He becomes consumed by the singular desire to impregnate you, their beloved. The images that flood his mind of you and him walking around Waterdeep, his hand on your swollen belly, it drives him insane.

He’d tell you there’s nothing to fear, that he won’t cum within you, instead he’ll decorate your perfect tummy with his cum… Only for him to lie and actually release his seed against your cervix. His grunts fill the room along with false apologies.

The kind of man to spike your drink so you sleep soundly as he fucks you nice and deep. It only takes a few mere moments until he's cumming deep inside you. Don't worry, he always does his best to clean you up so you aren't suspicious. The next morning he'd feign concern when you awake drowsy not feeling the best, a new cup of tea awaiting you in his hands.

[yandere-wishes]

⚜ 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖! 𝕂𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕩 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ⚜

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Been kinda depressed lately so this was all I could come up with.

⁺₊𝄞₊⁺ : "Player of Games" by Grimes

𐙚 Would you still love me? Out on Europa? ~💜

☆★☆★☆★☆

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, whose lust for adventure leads him on a dangerous quest to rescue a poor kidnapped princess from the clutches of a deranged dragon. He's only ever sought out the thrill of the hunt, an adrenalin junkie desperate for the next rush. Fighting beasts and exploring new lands all for the sake of frivolity and adventure. But this time...this time things are different. His heart beats between his teeth when he catches a rogue glimpse of the fair maiden seated by the etched window. From the first look, he knows he'll fight hordes of monsters in her name, bring giants to their knees to gain her favor. From the first look, he knows he's in love...

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, who kills the dragon and carries the princess home. All the way breathing in her intoxicating scent, he dreams of running his calloused fingers through her silky hair and whispering sweet poems of devotion into her ears. He asks for her hand from the king, practically begging him to let her be his bride. He needs her, more than anything else in this unholy world he needs her.

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, who still craves adventure even when he's married. Who drives himself crazy on the lost tunes of adventures. Beckoning, beseeching, it's as if demons screech within his cranium. He needs to feel the familiar cool of metal nipping at his flesh. To feel the weight of his sword within his palm once more. So he leaves. if only for a short time. Promising to bring his lover treasures unimaginable. If only it were that simple.

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, who loses himself to the thrill once more. Fighting for a darling who is locked away again. He promises he's not the dragon, not some monster trying to keep her stowed away. She's back home with the king and queen ruling over a kingdom. It just so happens that her lover is fighting for that kingdom. Traversing new lands and bringing back priceless treasures. He does it all for her because he loves her

Maybe that's why it stings so bad when -on the rare occasion he's back home- his darling tells him, that she's been engaged once more. This time to a prince. The Knight has his fair share of scars, he's been wounded countless times. Yet memories recall no such wound that hurts as much as this one. When his darling informed him of her eagerness to be married off to a proper prince. It takes all his willpower to not strangle her then and there. The love of his life is to be married off to a spoiled brat who knows not of sword fighting and war. A boy seeped in gold and dotted on his whole life. He wouldn't be a good husband, he's too soft, too frail. He'd run once the monsters came. A mere prince can't protect his darling as he can.

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, whose madness runs deep. He kills the king, the queen, and the prince. Declaring himself overlord. Conquer, conquer, conquer. It's the only way he knows to keep his darling by his side. His darling is a queen now. A queen in shackles and chains, but a queen never the less and one who will forever remain by his side.

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, who doesn't mind ruling as much as he previously thought. Who enjoys having his darling perched on his iron-clad lap as he proposes plans to capture new beasts for the kingdom's army. Who watches as his -and his darling's- kingdom prospers under their leadership. At night he holds her tightly, intoxicating himself with her sweet perfume once more. His heart races when he recalls how close he was to losing her.

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, who is left heartbroken and enraged when he finds out his darling has escaped. Who hunts her down through enchanted woods and cursed terrains. When he finally catches her, he can't help but be reminded of chess, a move where the queen is finally captured. He kisses her deeply, wholly, trying to drown her in his love. Has she forgotten the romance they once shared? Has she forgotten the lengths he was gone -and will still go- for her? Oh, how careless he had been...

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, who will do anything for his precious princess, his darling queen, his beloved. Who will remind her just how emphatic his love truly is...

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Hello! I know that your asks are closed right now, but this idea just popped into my mind and I needed to get it to you before it disappeared. Please feel free to ignore this until your asks reopen or just ignore it in general. I don't want you to feel forced to do anything, especially when I'm breaking your blog rules!

Jack Howl × Gorou M! Reader

I just noticed that you didn't have anything for Jack where he's by himself; so I wanted to give you a bit of inspiration! Have a wonderful day, Mr. Benny.

Jack Howl - With Gorou-Like Male Reader

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Originally I was going to do all of the asks from franchises that I hadn't written for before first, but then I saw this and remembered that Jack didn't have any stand-alone content on my blog yet, so I just had to right this injustice. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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🍐  Jack first met you at the orientation ceremony. He sort of already felt comfortable around you because of your canine traits and the way you carried yourself with such seriousness and determination. The white-haired boy also thought you smelled kind of nice; like the ocean and water-logged wood, but there was also a bit of sweetness in there that he couldn't quite identify. As orientation ended and all the Savanaclaw students made their way to the mirror chamber, Jack's curious eyes stayed glued to your cloaked form.

🍐 Coincidentally, you and Jack ended up sharing a dorm room, how nice for him. He was a bit shocked when you told him right off the bat that if he needed help or just someone to talk to you would readily lend an ear. The fact that he was bunked with such a supportive person was incredibly relieving for the wolf-eared boy. While it would take him a little while to open up to you more, considering you just met, Jack would be sure to act on your offer in the future.

🍐  Jack loves exercising with you! After learning about your previous status as a general before your enrollment in the NRC, he requested to know your exercise routine during that time, to which you happily agreed. You both have a habit of waking up at the crack of dawn and going for a run which made you decide to ask him to accompany you instead of heading out separately. Your skills with a bow and arrow also caught Jack's attention, often watching you practice and occasionally catching glimpses of a certain weird Pomefiore third-year hiding in the bushes.

🍐 During one particularly hot day, you and Jack ended up staying in your shared dorm room after class instead of going outside or to the dorm's indoor gym to exercise; far too hot to will yourselves to move. This is when the wolf beast-man learned of your shared habit of your extra appendages giving away your emotions, your orange-brown, and white ears drooping with exhaustion from the heat. When Jack suggested going to the dorm kitchen and making smoothies, he had to hold back a chuckle at how your ears perked up and how your tail began to sway. Although, when you saw where his gaze was directed you grew embarrassed and covered your butt with a pillow.

🍐 Speaking of sweet things, Jack discovered that his dorm mate had a fondness for sweets, he remembered you mentioning that you didn't get them very often while you were a general. He actually whipped up some pear jam on toast for you once to see what you thought about the taste and was happy that he found a fellow pear enjoyer in you. You did tell him that your favorite fruit was something called lavender melon, a tree fruit that was native to the cluster of islands that you grew up on. The fruit was on his mind for a while after that, Jack may or may not have made plans to eat it with you in the future.

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[hunterssm00n]

NSFW ! Thomas Hewitt hc’s

A little bit dangerous / but baby, that’s how I want it

*cw include mention of cnc and mention of slight gore* MDNI - 18+

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

• big boy, big hands, big fat ddddd - i don’t make the rules *shrugs*

• his fingers are like sausages on his hands, and are bigger and thicker than pretty much everyone else’s he comes across. i’ve always noticed how big and meaty his hands are, and the thought that they could crush someone’s skull just as easily as they could hold a kitten is just… unnnf

• his hands are quite large, warm, and super calloused from his day to day life. i hc that since his family is elderly he ends up doing a lot for them, and that includes housework, maybe some repairs, and definitely anything to do with getting food on the table. rough, weathered hands that can be gentle is one of the sexiest things ever.

• despite his sheer size and strength, tommy is an incredibly gentle lover. he’s a very sweet and considerate partner.

• after some practice and allowing his confidence to grow, those big hands know exactly what they’re doing- and a man with big hands that knows how to use them? *swoons*

• he’s a switch; can be a top or a bottom. loves being ridden but also loves being in control

• did not know pretty much anything about sex growing up, uncle charlie tried to explain it to him but you can imagine how well that went. this may have resulted in thomas having some unnatural fears when it comes to intimacy, but thankfully he's a quick study and is open to positive influence when there are good feelings associated.

• this can mean that this sweet boy can be talked into doing pretty much anything. as long as he understands there's nothing to be afraid of, and that if he doesn't like something he can always stop/indicate that he wants to stop.

• for example, he would only be open to cnc if he understands that it's a game - i really don't think he would be able to violate someone that way (which might sound weird considering he chainsaws people in half and then cuts off their faces and wears them...) as long as he knows it's for fun i feel like he would be open to anything

• sooo considerate afterwards - a total sweetheart who absolutely jumps at the chance to do aftercare

• he is always hot - figuratively and literally. i hc that his big boy body is like a furnace. this means the ultimate snuggle time in the winter, and just in general.

• he’s long and thick down there, lawd have mercy. like, almost doesn’t fit all the way he’s so big. and his balls are large and heavy, full of hot seed, and they swing back and forth when he thrusts, creating the perfect titillating sensation.

• when he cums… dear god. it’s like the hoover dam breaking open. he definitely needs lots of towels to clean up afterwards - or just straight up jumping in the bath/shower to rinse off

• his favorite positions are missionary and being ridden - the best of both worlds

• and he absolutely loves sex in the shower/bath. he is super touch starved, especially in the romantic sense, so that level of intimacy completely blows his mind.

• he adores being praised; being told what a good boy he is, how good what he's doing feels. he likes to know when he's doing something right - it is a huge confidence boost for this shy guy

• he actually isn't as quiet during sex as one may think. not that he says anything, but the noises he makes instead are equally as good. low groans, pitiful moans when something feels too good, and even growling when he cums. thomas is just so animalistic in nature, and much like when he's chasing after someone with his chainsaw, sometimes the beast just needs to be unleashed.

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hunterssm00n © All rights reserved by me. I do not allow this work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

AN: I do not own the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise or any of its characters. I also do not own the song ‘Into You’ by Ariana Grande.

[circusmania]

Can i request some fluff with platonic yandere SCP 2662 who see reader who is also immortal but doesn't really know about it that is uneffected by SCP 2662 anomalous effect as a friends?

Both of them playing animal crossing

(Platonic) Yandere!SCP-2662 x GN!Reader ──────────────────────── Notes: Tysm for requesting this. I had so much reading about SCP-2662 and writing this request! I hope you enjoy ♡. Muah Muah ✮

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SCP-2662, a Keter class anomaly, is a humanoid who's actually (surprisingly) pretty chill. Also known as Cthulhu f'UCK OFF! (we'll just call him Cthulhu here), has a pretty humanoid(ish) appearance, along with fully functional cephalopod limbs attached to his back. He possesses the ability to manipulate and put false information into humans' dreams. Although his "followers" view him as all high and mighty, Cthulhu has no intentions of being their god. Rather, he prefers to sit in his containment cell and go about his day. Be it reading his daily newspaper or playing his many video games.

Tossing the introduction aside, You, an immortal being, had landed in the hands of the SCP Foundation. Be it intentional or not, you're stuck in your cell whether you like it or not. It ain't all that bad though, you're pretty cooperative and kind to those assigned to you, earning you a lot of rewards.

Once the Foundation found out that you're unaffected by various anomalous effects, new doors opened for you. One of those doors was he, himself, Cthulhu. A kind but massive beast, you two hit it off well.

At first, Cthulhu had thought you were another of his "devoted" followers.

You found him sitting at his table, a newspaper in hand and a coffee in the other.

"Oh, Saint Alagadda... what show are you going to put on now!? Hello?! Task Force!! Another one got in!!"

You stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Excuse me?"

You cringed, and he stopped yelling once he realized you weren't stripping or yelling insanities.

"You're not going to smear your blood and/or fluids on my walls…?" He asked, warily.

"WHAT!?? No?? What made you think that??"

He narrowed his beady eyes.

"Well, can't rule you out yet... You might just be faking it..."

"Right..."

"Trust issues much…" (He glared at you).

"In the meantime, you can stay...mm... over there." He pointed to the furthest corner from him possible.

You obeyed and sat in the corner, not making your case any better, since obeying him made it look like you were following his commands as your “god”.

Whenever you were pushed into these experiments, the researchers never gave you any information on the anomaly. Normally you don't care, but you would've appreciated some info on this one. By far, this one has made it to the top of your list of "Top Ten Weirdest first impressions."

You remained in the corner for hours a day to maximize as much exposure as possible (occasionally you got breaks and check-ups from the personnel). At the 2-month mark, Cthulhu had become pretty fond of you. He was very relieved that you showed no signs of wanting to perform rituals for him.

He allowed you to join him at his table and provided you with your very own cup of coffee! (If coffee isn't up to your taste, he's more than happy to supply you with anything else. Well, anything that the Foundation will allow).

Your relationship with Cthulhu got stronger as he invited you to join him in his many video games. Be it horror, indie, action, survival, or RPG, he's happy to be able to play with someone who views him only as a friend.

"You know, I'm happy you're different. It's nice that I can finally interact with someone without them flashing their cloaca at me."

"... Do I even want to know?"

As time passed, you two got to know more and more about each other. It took Cthulhu some time to open up after the "Massy's Big Chance" incident. You found out that Cthulhu had run away from home when his dad wouldn't stop projecting his sex cult on him. Yikes. You comforted him the best you could.

However, when he really started to like you (platonically) was the time when his worshippers broke into his cell again, and he found out that you weren't just a regular human.

This time, he was in the shower, and you were the unfortunate one to fall victim.

Cue in 3 naked, sex-crazed humans.

"What the actual fuck... How did you three get in here??" You had a newspaper in your hands and were sitting at his place at the table.

They spared you no less than a glance and made their way toward the bathroom.

"Uh, the hell? You can't go in th-"

You made the mistake of grabbing onto one of the humans' arms, and they quickly pulled out a knife and stabbed your arm.

You shrieked, alerting Cthulhu. Although being immortal, you could still feel pain, and god did this hurt like a bitch.

Cthulhu came rushing out, grabbing his follower's attention.

"Oh, great one! We've come to liberate you!"

He paid no mind to them, his focus was on you and your bleeding arm. Which didn't look well in his follower's eyes.

"Oh, sweet Alagadda! Are you oka-" He started to make his way towards you when one of his followers jumped in front of him.

"But first, we'll start with a sacrifice!"

"This one will do!"

One of the humans grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back. He raised his knife, and before he could reach your neck, he got sucker punched into a wall by Cthulhu. Really unexpected considering Cthulhu's nature.

He scooped you up in his arms, not letting anyone touch you till the Task Force arrived with medics.

"Don't worry... I just so happen to be immortal…" Your voice strained and weak as you tried not to pass out from the blood loss.

"WHAT??"

You ended up fainting anyways.

Fast-forward...

"Never thought you could actually hit someone."

You sat on the floor, leaning against Cthulhu's shoulder. Your arm was tightly bandaged, despite your protests.

He sighed. "Neither did I... Must've been the adrenaline."

Cthulhu was still annoyed that you hadn't told him earlier about your immortality.

"To be fair, you never asked."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm just glad you're safe."

He smiled in his own unique way and you returned the gesture. You two spent the afternoon playing Animal Crossing together and blabbering about anything that crossed your minds.

That day, Cthulhu promised himself to protect you at all costs. Perhaps, one day, when he's "older" you two will live together in a house. Playing all the video games possible and away from anyone that could tear you two apart. ──────────────────────── Cites: “SCP-2662 - SCP Foundation.” The SCP Foundation, 15 March 2023, https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-2662. (Official info on SCP-2662)

“SCP-2662 | Heroes Wiki | Fandom.” Heroes Wiki, https://hero.fandom.com/wiki/SCP-2662. (Additional info on SCP-2662)

Bierman, Ed. “Skeeve Online - SCP Foundation.” The SCP Foundation, 15 December 2022, https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/skeeve-online. (Massy's Big Chance incident)

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[fatalitysficbakery]

𓆰♥︎𓆪 I Choose Me. —

Elijah Mikaelson x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst | fluff | SMUT.

warnings: breeding kink, soft dom!elijah, hybrid!y/n, desperation, need, man falls first, woman falls harder, soft smut, gentle dirty talk. grab tissues for your eyes and tomatoes for niklaus, it’s time for elijah’s ending.

synopsis: but what about elijah’s happiness?

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↳ 𓆰 Fatalitysficbakery multifandomed &&’ oc menu #2 𓆪.

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To be an elder Mikaelson sibling you had to be strong, resilient...patient. You have to be ready for anything, your back mustn't touch the wall lest the foundation crumbles and you are right back where you started. ... Sacrificing anything to provide your family with everything. Anyone.

And that's when the lines get blurred and you start to question if family is even a thing that exists, is there a family at all if you're at each other's throats, a dagger just itching to imbed itself in your poor beloved siblings, but do they deserve it? Had they ever not?

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

Elijah Mikaelson was a very stubborn individual when he needed to be, he had to be if he were to keep his family safe from any and every threat posed to them. To be a Mikaelson was to command respect the second you should enter any room. The quarter was growing more tense by day and there was nothing he wouldn't do to keep his people alive and healthy.

Elijah believed in the principles of familial relationships, they meant everything to him, if he had to lose it all he would do so all in the name of saving his family, he had done so before and he'd do it again.

That didn't mean family was easy, nothing about being a Mikaelson was anywhere near. Being an Original vampire was something that came with a target on your back, especially with so many bridges built and then subsequently burned, bodies left behind, and bloodshed.

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Niklaus Mikaelson was a testament to how complicated family ties could be. A product of adultery and lust, condemned to a lifetime of abuse, and far far worse when the truth is exposed his claws begin to lengthen, and the first hybrid is born. Vampire and Werewolf.

The man he thought was his father shuns him, calls him a beast, a bastard, hunts him to the ends of the earth armed with a white oak stake to take his life more times than can be counted in one therapy session. So the hatred and anger...It festers. Brews. Until a beast is truly born, one that takes on his 'father's' traits more and more by the day and still...Elijah has hope for his brother, and in some ways, he envies him, in one very specific sense of the word.

You see, vampires cannot procreate but werewolves, they can and do. Niklaus is a hybrid with a penchant for an affair or two, such is one case with a little wolf so special she held Elijah's heart in her hands from the moment they met even as she'd carried his younger brother's child.

And that brings us to Elijah's sudden hesitation on his principles, his own rules becoming sour on his tongue when he thinks about them any further.

When baby Alyssa was born, her mother and father barely got a moment with her before she was sent off with Cami to be kept safe when the factions started going to war, and the witches specifically had taken a liking, more so a hatred—to the first hybrid having a child they were told he could use as a weapon to make more like him. They needed to kill her.

Instead, the family killed her. As far as anyone knew baby Alyssa had died an hour after she was born, mourned by Y/n, the wolves, the Mikaelsons, hell the entire town felt the loss. Others were happy to be rid of the potential threat.

Only the trusted knew the child was still alive, but her loss in the household was felt nonetheless...especially by Y/n. The birth was traumatizing, she'd been murdered, her baby had been kidnapped, and she'd woken up feeling brand new. — A hybrid.

When they'd gotten Alyssa back before Genevieve completed the ritual, she knew she'd sacrifice anything for that little girl, even if it meant handing her over to Cami and being away from her.

It was for the better.

Elijah had held her tightly in his arms as she sobbed into his chest after they'd returned to the compound without her daughter.

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It was midnight in the compound when he heard a soft knock on his bedroom door. Despite himself, he feels a smile tug at his lips, he knew it had to be only one person and it took everything in his bones not to snatch the door open just to see her face a little quicker, but he refrained.

Met with those familiar almond-shaped caramel eyes, a deep brown freckled complexion framed with sandy brown butt-length soft locs, lips parted slightly suggesting she was just about to call for him when he opened the door turning her cheeks a rosy pink when she's caught, there's a hint of amusement in his eyes which begin to wander her being, noting the ponytail her locs are in, to the oversized shirt she wore to her glasses sat on her nose and the expression that told him she'd just woken up.

"Y/n." He begins, only to be cut off by the feel of her arms wrapping around his neck and a little sob meeting his ears. He feels it turn on instantly, that protective instinct he'd always felt around her is switched the second the slightest whimper reaches him.

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"I had another nightmare." She whispers, leaving me no time to answer before she's inside my bedroom and I begin to tow that invisible line. Temptation on my mind, but my concern for her outweighs.

This has become quite the routine since Alyssa's 'death'. The little wolf had a way of tugging on your heartstrings and with those puppy dog eyes, I can't even begin to unravel the mystery of how more aren't utterly addicted. She bats those lashes and suddenly nothing matters. She speaks like a siren and suddenly I'm weak in the knees. Jelly. If the blood were to pump through my veins, it would pump solely for her. My heart beats solely for her.

I take her into my arms without hesitation though I know there should be some distance and boundary. She's the mother of my younger brother's child. Yet...

I reel in my emotions and keep my composure but the battle within myself is one I continue to lose when it comes to her. When I see the mascara tears streaking her cheeks, I become but a fool; as always, I break.

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...

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She needs me.

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The little wolf's beauty is simply unrivalled, and more often than not do I find myself entranced, lost admiring her and ensuring every detail, down to the smallest becomes engraved in my mind so much so that I'm sure I could identify her by beauty mark alone.

As she sits in front of me and I watch her wiping away the streaks of black tears, her eyes focused in on the handheld mirror she'd told me once belonged to her grandmother. — You see, I inevitably notice everything that goes on with the wolf. I always have; the slightest shift, the newest look, expression, what have you.

My eyes are still on her, and as they roam, my sights are occupied when I come to the sudden realization that the shirt the wolf wears, one that had caught my eye from the moment she stepped into my bedroom and set my undead heart aflame, was in all actuality, one of mine.

I'm sure my jaw has dropped but I pay no mind to my expression, all too enthralled in what the little wolf had going on, I find myself unable to look away. Who would want to? She's a creature crafted by the Gods and Goddesses themselves.

I guess I was a bit overzealous in my efforts to admire the beauty that she is; She breaks me free of my stupor, eyes directing that chocolate brown gaze my way and I find my stomach churning and tightening all with the thought that she might be the one thing to make me forget all my principles. — The possibility of angering Niklaus seems so worth it when I look to the art that the world hasn't proved itself worthy of revelling at; It seems even further worth it when that honeyed angelic voice of hers finds its way into my psyche and takes home there.

Siren to sailor. I find myself lured, and there's not much effort on her part. There doesn't need to be. Not when I am ready and very willing to fall into the many pieced puzzle that Y/n Y/ln was turning out to be.

"You're staring." I hear her sigh, we're sat face to face. Her in front of me on the sofa; Me, sat in the chair across from her. I feel myself growing a tad hot under the collar when she scoots herself forward a little closer, those hauntingly beautiful eyes of hers staring directly into mine. — There's a look in her eyes that I can't quite read, and though we'd grown closer, and I'd become quite the expert in all things Y/ln; Right now, and still, she was quite the mystery.

All I know is how that stare made me feel...She'd weakened and buckled my knees without me ever needing to stand up.

"Ah." I clear my throat, I wish to respond but my mouth moves not with my mind. She has rendered me defenseless in such a short period of our knowing each other that it feels as if I have known her a millennia.

"Do I still have something on my face, Lijah? You're worrying me. So zoned out..."

I have lived through and survived wars, I have watched famine and plagues kill off entire villages. I have seen the wickedness of man, I have existed and survived, myself, as the wickedness of man. I have torn through villages, leaving blood and carnage behind, killing in the name of family and letting nothing stand in my way, all in the name of protecting my loved ones.

To be a Mikaelson is to be fearless, confident, strong, ruthlessly loyal, and commanding; A leader, and in so many aspects I humbly admit to embodying just that. Yet as I sit here, staring into her eyes, struggling and stumbling over my words like a schoolboy with a crush, I am met with the knowledge that I might've just found the one thing, one person that both makes me weak, renders me speechless.

No, no this is something I am sure of. I have found the one person capable of knocking me down a peg, reminding me that I had once been human; Fragile, meek, and susceptible to a beautiful woman's charms.

I don't think she knows exactly how deep her powers reach. She has the ability to make an Original a nervous little boy.

"No, no. Nothing at all." I muster, but I don't even believe my own words and by the look on her face; She doesn't believe them either and at first I hesitate, wondering if I should let it slip that when I look at her I see a masterpiece. A work of art in my midst.

The little hybrid is one otherworldly creature, never had I ever met a woman as elegant, and ethereal as she. My lips parted, words silenced as I argue with two sides of myself; One so ruthlessly loyal to his family he'd do anything, lose anything for them and though it's normally the former…I find the other side winning me over.

The side that is tired of not living for me. The side that sees me as deserving of love and the little hybrid as worth every consequence.

I finally find my voice. "My apologies, you are just...something else. A vision of empyreal elegance. While I apologize for marveling, I recognize that in your perfection...You are something to be marveled at in all your glory...Gods woman." The words stumble out before I can attempt to hit the brakes. My bed is made.

She flashes that pretty little smile. I am ready to lie in it.

"You sound awfully smitten, Mr. Mikaelson."

A chuckle rumbles through me if only she knew just how much. This storm had been brewing for far too long, and I was no longer willing to try and stop it. Fighting seemed futile.

I find myself moving to sit beside her, my hand reaching out to tuck a few stray locs behind her ear, and I revel, I completely and utterly revel in the way pink dusts those beautifully high cheekbones of hers with a soft blush.

I don't want to fight.

"And what of it, little one? That a bad thing?" My voice is a mere whisper, lost in those eyes of hers. It feels as if she's ripped my heart from my chest and claimed for her own, and I, a willing fool; allow it.

"No...I just see the way you look at me. It matches my gaze when it falls upon...you."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

Their eyes remain locked on one another and the world drifts, it simply drifts away when the lovers fall into one another, ready and all too happy to drown. Elijah simply can't hold it in anymore, his attraction to the hybrid. Niklaus could be angry later, he'd handled his younger brother before, he could do it again. But no longer would he wait. His Persephone sat only inches away, he could feel her breath hitting his skin. He leans in closer, tilting her head up to look back into his eyes.

"May I trouble you for a kiss, sweetheart? It seems I can no longer control my urges. You- You are too tempting." His voice is soft and breathy, and Y/n can feel herself falling all the same. Just like she'd been doing from the moment they'd met. Locked eyes.

This had been building up and it was bound to explode. She nods, her forehead pressing against his. She lets out a breath she didn't know she'd even been holding, a hand resting on his cheek. "I- I have been waiting for you to ask since that night on the balcony."

It was like a switch flips in Elijah because suddenly he wraps an arm around her waist tugging her closer towards him, impish grin spread across his lips, eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation; He finds none, and that's all he needs. His lips meet hers and by no means is it rough or sloppy, their lips a choreographed routine filled with a tender, gentle, and romantic passion. One that set fireworks off in the room and butterflies off in the pit of Y/n's stomach.

When they part from the kiss, at last, Elijah once again tugs her closer until she's sat in his lap with his arms wrapped tightly around her to ensure she was secure and protected, as if she were the most delicate thing he'd ever come across. "Allow me to apologize for my tardiness. I assure you I see the error of my ways, and I assure you no longer am I able to deny myself the pleasures the little goddess in my lap brings. You...You are something so sinisterly entrancing, Y/n Y/ln."

Elijah Mikaelson has a way about him that no one can quite resist, a charm that shines through and blinds you to his last name. There was a reason the factions of the quarter were more open to forming alliances when it was him speaking on behalf of his family. The noble gentlemanly way in which he carries himself could charm the panties off the toughest of Mikaelson critics, and Y/n, herself for that matter.

Perhaps it was a little somber to say but she's never met anyone quite like Elijah before, a man so romantic and passionate she was sure she'd stepped into a fairytale starring a Prince Charming so handsome he could stop hearts with a simple glance. "My, you have such a way with words. You're gonna make a lady's knees week."

That rumbling chuckle once again reverberates through the woman's body, sending a shiver down her spine. She's once again forced to look into his eyes, and this time it almost stops her heart. That half-grin that shows he knows his power, those chocolatey brown eyes filled with love; filled with lust.

"And what happens, little wolf, when you realize that that is precisely my intention? My dear, you see, when it comes to you...that has always been the end goal. Not only do I wish to take claim of the intelligence that is your mind and the heart I hear beating so very loudly for me...No. I am a selfish greedy man, and I want it all." Elijah leans down to whisper gently into her ear, no longer would he take into account those who merely disregarded him in turn. He was so...hungry.

One could define his behavior as obsession, greed, gluttony. Maybe it was all of the above when it came to her. He was mad for the little wolf, and more than anything he needs to feast; His eyes linger on her neck for a moment too long until she's looking up at him through those lashes of hers with a look that speaks nothing but trouble into the atmosphere. —Her next words become a beacon, his fangs can no longer control themselves.

"A sample?" The way she presents her neck to him is all too erotic though vampirism had always been nothing short of, and the male feared his hunger would not dissipate with a 'sample' nor was he sure he'd have the self control to pull himself away, and yet...

He brushes her locs from her shoulder exposing more of her neck to him; leaning down, he inhales deeply and the scent of her. The mere scent. It was enough to have his trousers feel three sizes too small. "Stop me now, dear. I'm not sure I can stop myself." He whispers, breath kissing her neck with a gentle blow.

Y/n, god the minx — She merely tilts her head even further, eyes flickering back over to him. "A sample, Elijah."

The universe was testing him. It had to be so. His breath hitches, eyes flickering over from the spider tattoo that rests on a pulse point to the beauty marks and freckles scattered about the very surface. He looks into her eyes for one last chance. One last chance to stop him where he sits.

In case he ever thought he couldn't find more reason to think the wolf the most attractive creature to him, she'd always been there to prove him wrong. He feels himself letting a silent chuckle escape, his eyes turning black and fangs descending the moment he sees that look of challenge cross her features. "You are a dangerous one, Miss Y/ln...The day you take the Mikaelson name. Dear...You'll fit right in."

She lets out the sweetest moan and it's like music to his ears, something that rivals and trumps the greats. If he were to hear nothing more than her voice for the rest of his eternities, he would live a contented life. And her blood...

Why it's like nothing he's ever tasted, something so sweet, so delectable; He'd be a fool to allow it to be shared with someone else. No. This was his. She was his. When he finally regains his self-control and pulls himself away, his lips are immediately on hers, and lying her down — His body hovers over hers.

His tone is breathy and strained with desire when they break for air, looking down at the little wolf with such lust in his eyes it'd make the strongest fall to the knees in front of him. "It seems I was right in my assumptions...I need more. Much more. And I...Sweet wolf..."

He brushes the hair from her eyes and leans down so they're eye to eye, lips close enough to steal another kiss. He continues. "Don't think I possess the self-control needed to not simply take it, so I again implore, darlin'. Do you wish to go any further?"

As he says this, she watches his hands move to the buckle of his belt and her eyes stick to the scene for a brief moment neglecting to give an answer right away until her eyes meet with his again and her own hands move to help unbuckle his belt.

"Nous sommes toujours jeunes, ma douce...and I could spend all my eternities...drowning in you." She finally speaks, one hand helping unbuckle his belt whilst the other tugs him in by the tie for another kiss.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

They say you only live once, though I have found such to be untrue. My family and I have died a million deaths, hunted, persecuted, making enemy after enemy as we go but I swear. In this moment, I am sure I have never experienced anything coming close to the wolf's soul-piercing, hypnotic, stomach-churning gaze.

No, no, I had never experienced anything coming close to the wolf. End.

My hands run from her chest to her stomach to those deliciously built hips that I had endlessly fantasized about within those quiet nights, fingers roaming to the hem of her lace white panty. I can feel the goosebumps on that beautiful caramel complexion of hers when I slide the lace down her smooth long legs; She busies herself with removing that damned shirt and soon before my very eyes is my every dream.

Her body is a temple and I am here to worship, her cunt stares back at me glistening and dripping onto the sheets immediately in such a way I can't help myself to tease, "You're gushing sweetheart. So soon?"

This, this is what makes the little wolf so alluring. She bites back, and she bites back in a way that makes you want to make her absolutely eat her words, and that alone puts the vivid image of her pretty lush little lips wrapped around your cock, drooling and gagging with tears in those beautiful eyes, mascara streaking down her cheeks.

"And you? That looks painful. I'm surprised you haven't cum in your pants yet." She gives me this smug little smirk as if she's gotten one up on me, and in a way, she has. Hell, in multiple ways, but there were ways to rectify this, and I would rectify this.

I chuckle at her attempt to provoke. No dear, all you've done is provoke me since we've met. It is time I finally allow you to see what exactly wakes up when you do so. "No, no, my sweet doll, I? Oh, I desire to relieve my woes in something far better, in fact? I intend to do just that. You see..."

I take my slacks and boxers down with little regard for where they're thrown. My grip returns to her hips and I can't help to admire the sweet thing I have beneath me, so damned beautiful. So damned inviting. "I intend to breed this pretty cunt until I'm satisfied, and sweetheart I hope you think no less of me when I say this but...Foreplay is the last thing on my mind right now. I need to bury myself in you. I need to drown myself in you. Say the word."

Gods. Gods. The wolf never fails to give me a goddamned run for my money. She wraps her legs around my torso and uses her strength to pull me in, those soft plush lips of hers curling into that same smirk that seemed to want me damned to hell. She's a succubus, and it's only made clearer when her hand entangles itself in my hair and I'm pulled closer, her breath hitting my skin when she breathily whispers into my ear, sending a shudder down my spine.

"The word."

Before I can even blink my body moves before my mind is able to catch up, a growl thundering within my chest, nails slightly digging into her hips whilst the other aligns myself with her cunt hole, sliding in slowly...

I hear her whimper, I hear it dissolve into a pretty little moan, I feel her clench, I feel the way her cunt hugs my cock, and yet all I can focus on is how much better she feels than my fantasies of her ever envisioned. I attempt to give her time to adjust but I can feel my hips twitching ever so.

I attempt to wait, I do. It's my hips that have a mind of their own.

The first thrust into her heat nearly has my body stuttering, her warmth is tight, and the little wolf is so drenched it helps me set a delectable pace. "Elijah..." She moans my name, and I swear I've never heard it sound so good. I watch her face, eating the way her eyebrows knitted and her lips parted in pleasure. She's like no woman I've had the pleasure to bed with, there's something so different about how I feel with her that it feels like I've reached the end of the red thread and am now face to face with my soulmate.

"Listen to that...How pretty you sound when you moan my name."

I hoist her legs over my shoulder to get a better angle, only to slide deeper into the addictive drug that her heat is turning out to be. My pace is nowhere near slow but at the very least I am in control, no, allow me to rephrase. — At the very least, I hold onto a string's length of control and the string threatened to snap with every thrust into the little wolf's cunt.

I see a blush rise to her cheeks, which only serves to rip a grunt-tinged moan from my throat. She looks so beautiful underneath me. Delicate with a slim thick figure, curves in all the right places, it was absolutely no wonder I couldn't keep my hands off of her.

Her nails run themselves down my chest the moans of my name becoming an echo that livens me more than I initially thought possible. She is the perfect definition of a succubus and I, oh I've become a willing victim. A fool for her affections. "I need more. I need you deeper, Elijah." She compels me, and I for once, fall under the spell. I allow my mind to be hers. My body to be her toy in any way she needs it to be. Her hands move to my rear and before I can even think she's pulling me closer, deeper, and I am human again.

My hips thrust with the wildest of abandons and my head is soon buried into inviting neck of hers as I push my way to my final goal; the puppy beneath me was just begging to be bred.

There are such simple pleasures that I take joy in, the ones that remind me of a humanity I'd long since lost, and this. This was one of those simple pleasures. You see, as I bury myself to the hilt in the little things cunt, I inhale the scent, the pheromones she so naturally exudes. I hear her every breath shudder and her walls flutter around me. I smell the scent of her jasmine shampoo. I feel the smoothness of her flesh, the warmth of her body against mine and the feeling of chest pressed to chest.

There was nothing more real. More human than how her body embraced mine, moulded together, moving in perfect harmony. I grunt into her ear with each hard, rough thrust. "Deeper is what you want? Well, sweetest. I think we can come to an agreement. Our wants are aligned."

I can feel myself getting closer to the edge and by the way her walls tighten, I gather she's close as well. I grab onto one of her legs, my lips meeting every inch of skin from calf to thigh, my moans hoarse and strained as euphoria steals me away. I let out a breathy whisper.

"Y-yeah?"

The stammer in her voice is enough to nearly send me flying but I manage to ground myself. I need this to be special, to take my time. To take my time... “You want deep. You want more? Good. You wanna know what I want, pretty one?"

The look on her face only gets me further worked up, I can tell she's about to climax so I stop my movements for a moment just to lean in and get a good look at her face. "I said...Do you want to know what I desire, little princess? Let me hear how pretty you sound all flush and breathy, sweetheart and I promise...We both get what we want. So?"

Ah, there it is. "No- NO. I wish to know what you desire."

There we go. Such a good girl, I don't think I've given in to anything faster than I have now. My hips resume their movements and for a moment all I can do is grunt and moan so primally it reminds me the beast that lies underneath, until I look down to her and I am broken free of my daze. "Me, dear? I want to breed you full of my bloodline. Is that too. much. to. ask?"

My teeth grit together and her nails dig into my back, all that is heard is skin-to-skin and the soft words of two lovers embracing the night.

Have I mentioned how the little wolf continuously surprises me? I am hanging on by a mere thread and soon is my collapse when I feel her lips latch onto my earlobe that voice of hers a melody when she whispers my undoing, "Drown yourself in me. Let all your worries go as your seed spills into me, Elijah. We figure out the rest later."

My pace quickens, my thrusts more erratic and uncontrolled chasing a high I never wanna come down from. It's as soon as those lush lips part, and her eyebrows knit, her heat clenching so tightly I could barely move an inch, the moment I feel her cross that edge? There's a low groan of her name, strained, hoarse, and raw. My hips stutter and I bring our heads together, intertwining our hands, my eyes running over that beautiful face of hers until I am finally too taken to focus, my seed spilling into her and my grip getting tighter on her delicate hands, I take joy when I feel that second orgasm rocking through her body. I find myself laughing a little when I look down at her.

"Again?"

She blushes in embarrassment and it's like another switch is flipped in my head the moment I pull myself away from her and lie down with the little wolf taking no time to come lie in my arms. "Shut up. It was-."

"Cute." I finish for her and pull her closer to me, "It was so damned cute."

I do as she says, I drown in her. I let her take me away to sea. We could figure out the rest later.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

Niklaus Mikaelson, the beast of the compound, merciless and ruthless is he. Elijah had high hopes for his youngest brothers redemption but that had been before the objectification of the wolf had begun shortly after finding out she was carrying baby Alyssa. Niklaus had become more than possessive over the poor woman and Elijah knew there was only one way this would end when it came to the hybrid.

The sun begins to rise but Elijah himself hadn't slept a wink, he'd been too energized to do so with the little angel by his side, head resting on his chest and light snores heard whilst she sleeps peacefully. He had almost been too afraid to move but the jitters find him soon enough and he's carefully removing the tired thing from his embrace, jonesing for a mug of tea to help calm his excitement. He hadn't felt so happy in such a long time.

Unbeknownst to him there were far too many people in the compound for his dealings to be kept secret, a head peeks out of a nearby bedroom with a smile of genuine happiness for the Original all the same. — But not everyone could be so.

He's stood in front of the tea kettle, his back turned until he hears a boisterous clap and his eyes roll so far back into his head he's almost discovered the secret to life when the familiar cocky English accent belonging to his younger brother hits his ear. Tea time would have to wait, he disappointed-ly supposed before turning around to deal with Niklaus's already felt anger.

"So I see the little wolf has woven you into her webs. Splendid brother." Niklaus sarcastically speaks up, his hands falling to his sides eyes scanning his elder brother in utter contempt. Only this time, Elijah feels himself struggle to care for Niklaus's hotheaded-to-be-expected mood swings.

Elijah lets out a breathy chuckle, lips wrapping around the rim of his mug with a finger up to signal Niklaus to wait whilst he takes a sip. He sees the hybrid's jaw clench. "You know brother, I never really cared for your taste in women but that one upstairs? Oh, she's the best decision you've ever failed to make."

"Failed. She is the mother of my heir, my legacy. That is not a failure, no. No, the failure is yours for neglecting to keep your promise, dear brother and all for the likes of..."

Elijah puts his mug down when he feels the disrespect towards Y/n on his brother's tongue, stepping up to him with no hesitation; He gives him a smile with zero joy beneath it, only a calm, levelheaded warning. "Think carefully of your next words before you speak them Niklaus. I plead this for your sake."

Niklaus laughs in disbelief, clapping his hands together before taking a mimicked step forward as well. "You would fight your own over a woman you've barely known a year?"

"You've killed your own for less."

Niklaus's glare falters when Elijah speaks, he dares not refute the truth but oh it stings his ego to hear his flaws thrown back at him, Elijah isn't the least surprised when he's pinned to the wall with Niklaus's hand wrapped round his neck. "Well then, since I am the bastard son. The beast. Maybe I should live up to my title. Tell me, brother, are you prepared to die behind the little wolf? I simply can't allow my own sibling to be with the mother of my child so it seems I'll simply have to fix this...My way."

"Oh drop the victim complex, Niklaus. No one is calling you a bastard, nor a beast but you are acting like one, no? Yes, I'd die for her, and so so much more because you see to me she's more than a walking incubator. Tell me Niklaus...Do you think she feels safe around you? Happy? When all you've done is treat her like a possession to be had? Or is she afraid? Terrified of the monster you're turning int-."

Niklaus is seething, throwing him into the nearest wall with a growl, his eyes turning that familiar black and silver, fangs popping out as he rolls his neck, fury absolutely steaming from his ears. "Oh, the little wolf has you in the palm of her hands. Wrapped around her finger. But you know, I get it. The whore was a wonderful lay."

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It was like a switch flipped in Elijah's head the moment he heard the disrespect towards the woman he cherished more than the air he breathed, his eyes mere voids in contrast to their natural chocolatey brown. "Y'know Brother, I've always prided myself on my love and loyalty for my family so hear me when I say this," He clears his throat, cracking his knuckles and taking a page from Nik's book when he rolls his neck, "Because you are family I will give you one chance to right your wrongs, you're allowed to repeat yourself, but I surely and strongly advise against it."

Niklaus growls, a rumbling sound that feels as though it may shake the compound without so much as a care or thought for the survival of those who inhabited the rooms or roamed the halls. "Well I wasn't planning on it but maybe I should go upstairs, find your little wolf and truly make the whore my, what was it you called her? Ah yes, my possession."

It was then that Elijah could feel himself lose it the moment the words were uttered once more, and it's at the moment Niklaus says the word possession that Elijah makes his move, pinning his younger brother to the nearest wall and landing a punch to his jaw.

Always and forever be damned. There were so few siblings other than Rebekah and Freya that actually used the oath wisely, and Niklaus had gotten away with the opposite so many times with his "woe is me" act — turning his traumas into a crutch that had held the Mikaelson clan hostage for decades; Millenniums. No more.

He should've listened to Rebekah from the very start when she'd told him that Niklaus was simply too far gone to be saved. Still, it tears at his being that it has to come to this.

"You should be thanking me for not snapping your neck where you stand, dear brother for the words you speak are so disrespectful I'm not sure I wish to stop myself."

Niklaus pushes him back only for Elijah to slide back with a hiss tearing through his throat, ready to fight for his happiness. Ready to fight for her. Nik runs at him, wielding a piece of white oak in his hand that Elijah dodges just barely, the stake mere centimetres from his neck stuck inside the compound walls. They struggle and fight for the stake but in the end, no one wins for something stops the men where they stand.

Freya stands exhaustedly next to Keelin and Rebekah who didn't look too amused themselves, all in matching states of unrest. Then and only then is it noticed that Niklaus's free hand held a dagger which pierced into Elijah's stomach.

An agonized scream is heard so gutturally and before Niklaus can take another breath, he and the blade are both pushed away from the Original, a familiar head of sandy brown locs coming to Elijah's aid. “ELIJAH!!”

Niklaus looks between the women and his brother; all he can muster is a scoff. "You dare betray your own flesh, your own blood for the little wolf? How noble." He licks blood from his lips just as Freya pulls the stake and dagger from his hands with no more than a wave of her hand.

"Niklaus, listen to yourself for a second." Freya finally speaks up, ushering her girlfriend behind her in case the hybrid gets any bright ideas.

"You drone on about family and loyalty without knowing what either mean." Rebekah swallows, tears in her eyes; she gestures to Y/n and Elijah, the wolf wrapped in his arms whilst the vampire groans from the pain but dares not pull away. The agony seemed more than worth it when it's her causing it, "You were about to end our brother's life, and for what? Your ego? Pride? Insecurities that run so deep now that you're a father? Is that it?"

Niklaus's face falls, and that's when Freya tells Keelin to head back upstairs before she takes part in the conversation. "You know nothing...nothing. She is the mother of my heir and he..."

"He's treated me more like a person than you ever have since you found out Alyssa was to be born."

"You will no longer blame Elijah for your losses, Niklaus. Your tendency to do so is a flaw that's been ignored too long." Freya whispers fully prepared to snap her own family's neck if need be.

Niklaus is stunned. He's frozen on his spot at this point, looking from gaze to gaze and seeing nothing but disappointment and fury.

"Elijah has done nothing but fight for us, our happiness...your redemption. And all that you give him in return is control over his life. Over ours. Have you ever thought, Nik...That- You'd be a better father if you stopped behaving like ours?" Rebekah is nearly pleading with him now, her hands shaking like never before. She walks up to Niklaus, grabbing his hands in hers. "You starved me of my love, my family, my happiness. I am begging. Begging. That you not do the same to Elijah. I will never and I mean never trust you again if you don't."

A tear falls down his eye, breath shuddering as he once again looks around the room incurring the wrath and sorrow that lie within it. His eyes fall to his bleeding older brother and his child's mother, embraced safely within each others arms. He looks back to Freya and Rebekah and his hand lifts with his final words.

"I'll go. A family should stay here. I fear I must relearn what that is before I trust myself enough to be apart."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

I sit in front of him, my hand dabbing away at the wound which would no doubt heal in only an hour or two, but still, I get lost in my thoughts blaming myself for he and his brother's fallout tonight. I guess I'd been more out of it than I thought.

His hand catches the wrist that held the towel I use to clean his wound, and suddenly I'm brought a breath apart, my hand on his chest. I feel his heartbeat beneath my fingers, his index and thumb coming to tilt my chin up. Our eyes meet.

"Always and forever, Little wolf." He whispers, breath tickling my cheek as he leans in to press a sweet, slow, and gentle kiss to my parted lips. — I feel my breath is stolen. I feel my chest is tightening.

When he pulls away, all I can muster is a weak nod, those five special words close to follow. My eyes close, our foreheads pressed together. "Always and Forever, My lover."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

A/N: this took way too fucking long to write cause sickle cell kept kicking my ass but it was soo worth the wait, genuinely think this is my best work. made niklaus the slightest bit bearable at the end because i’m still mad at actual niklaus’s actions. 😭

[maopll]

Could I request Vil, Malleus, Leona, and Jamil being voted 'gorgeous man you'd like to spend your life with' by their s/o?

GORGEOUS MAN ♡

he cared for his looks a lot therefore the compliments from people however when you praise him so, he can't help but feel love once again

characters: vil, malleus, leona, jamil

warning: none just fluff and fluff

a/n: I'm sorry I haven't been posting my brain was empty during the whole time trying to figure out a way to write all the requests. I'll try to be more frequent. and I kinda wrote it like reader told him he's gorgeous I hope it works too. I wanted to try and use gradient and safe to say it tore my ass

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VIL SCHOENHEIT

his face is like art which captivates everyone and you were too. his fair skin with no blemishes is a sight to see. you've always admired him for his beauty and brain. just as much as he is good in sports and studies, he is that good in maintaining his face as well.

you loved his face therefore you would stare at it a lot but these days it have been more frequent. while on an outing with him under a tree while he slept in your lap. you had this lovestruck gaze in your eyes graced with a soft smile on your lips. as he asked why you kept staring at him so much these days your reply was "everytime I look at your beauty my mind is filled with the thought of me spending my life with the gorgeous man sleeping on my lap" which was followed with a light chuckle

he was taken aback by your sudden declaration of your love for him but he muses to your adorable antics. 'how cute' he thinks as he spends the day with you by his side

MALLEUS DRACONIA

he was the ruler of a kingdom. his people sung his praises since the day he was born. compliments on the way he rules, his eternal glory and his grace. he has heard them for many ages.

however, there's something he feels whenever praises slips from your lips. a slight burning sensation on his cheeks and hot ears. they weren't painful nor were they annoying rather he enjoyed feeling them whenever he would feel butterflies dance in his stomach.

when he took you out for a dinner in a fancy restaurant while having your food, he felt your gaze on him. he inquired you thinking that you weren't feeling well but did not want to trouble him but his worries soon washed away when you said "looking at your face always makes me believe that in the future if we get married..we would be a happy family. I would like to spend the rest of my life with a gorgeous man like you malleus". your words were so simple but so filled with love that those left him breathless

with you, in every moment, he feels a wide array of emotions. if this is what will be his everyday with you in the future then he would like to get married as soon as possible.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Leona wasn't the type to dream about a future. the only thing he wanted were to not be ostracised. to not be ignored by people. to be acknowledged equally as his brother. not to have the vast difference in the treatment he receives from people because of the 'personality of a ruthless beast' that they make him out to be.

Leona was someone who would use underhand tactics to make a person indirectly submit to him but when it came to you, he felt as if protecting you from harm was his priority. even with his nature you still loved him. you never criticised him. you never turned him away, rather you welcomed him with open arms inside a warm home. he was still getting used to your unadulterated affection for him since this was not something he received from others.

he is rather ashamed to admit but he still couldn't trust you well enough. he would always think that you are just using him to create your own base where you are a leader and he is a servant servicing your demands but when you told him that you want to spend the rest of your life with a gorgeous man like him on a rainy night inside a blanket. he felt warmth. a feeling he first felt around you as he tried to process those words.

he lightly chuckled at your words and whispered a quite 'alright'. so this is what it feels like to be loved.

JAMIL VIPER

Jamil spent most of his childhood as a servant of the al-asim family. to the heir of powerful family a perfect servant was required to service him. he would never complain and he knew kalim since childhood. while one would grow a different view and he should be treating kalim as a friend but he did not want to let go of the professionalism.

since he had to serve the family heir at all times the possibility of a future with you was something far fetched and he thought he wouldn't really be able to give you the time and affection if you two would get married.

so he postponed the idea of marriage and shoved it into a far corner of his mind and he eventually forgot about it until you, one day told him that you would like to spend the rest of your life with a gorgeous man like him. he had a pink hue dusting his cheeks and it was clear to him that you already made plans of your future and a marriage.

maybe..maybe he can take the possibility of a future with you no matter how much workload he might have. he promises to spend the rest of his life with you as well if it is what you wished for.

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ꒰ 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒖 ꒱◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ CHARACTER SHEET : a list of character ( with descriptions! ) that you can request for ” ꒱

. ˚◞꒰ 🍰 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒎'𝒔 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒖 ꒱

𖹭. synopsis : a world where mysterious, terrible creatures of the night rule over the land from the shadows. mere myth to most yet reality to others, it seems that the latter might become more apparent as there is an uproar in the vampire royal court. this victorian esque story follows the lives of the vampire court, the internal divide between kings, the struggle of scientists fighting for humanity… and the war between creatures of twilight and the divine hunters that vow to eradicate them.

. ˚◞ ꒰ 🍡 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ꒱

𖹭. be sure to take a look at the vampire legendarium to familiarise yourself with how our vampires work 

𖹭. various species other than vampires are included in this au, such as vampire hunters and enchanters

𖹭. while it is a victorian-like setting, it is not to be matched with the real-world time

𖹭. this is a very dark au and there will be various topics such as, but not limited to: violence, character death, manipulation, all sorts of torment and so on.

𖹭. variants are included in the world as it is not uncommon to come across a doppelganger of yourself with a different life ( different doppelgangers will be classified by a number combination, ie: "781" )

𖹭. there will be characters that you have not been introduced to as of yet. which is why we provide the blurps below along with face claims. there will also be some relationships that you have seen as of yet

𖹭. you may request for all characters on this page. with your own scenarios or a prompt from the following prompt page

. ˚◞ ꒰ VAMPIRES ꒱

purebloods: individuals that were born vampires

high halfbloods: humans that were turned into vampires by purebloods

low halfbloods: humans that were turned into vampires by high-rank halfbloods

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪vampires of the west, kingdom nocturne

‧꒰ zhào mùchén, king of the sleepless ꒱‧ ( m. )

the first and highest ranked of the vampires. often depicted merciless and tyrannical. no man is he, but a bloodlusting creature of the night. showing fang to any and all who dare trespass his homestead. yet, in truth, this vampire is far from the most evil of all. despite his particular dislike towards hunters and some humans, his hunts have long ago come to a halt. and though he once was one of animalistic nature. those traits have long since subsided, instead, he bears nonchalance of the thought of his children taking human lives, innocent or not alike. and often leaves it to servants to go and gather food, as he prefers staying in his castle together with his husband. in present day, he is a mere legend. one told to scare easily paranoid townsfolk. yet none realise the vampire king never rests, and always looks upon the lands with an opened eye. watching.

appearance ref: one

‧꒰ shī, the manic moon ꒱‧ ( m. )

husband to the vampire king of the west and a former researcher in his human years. he still retains his love for knowledge and tries his utmost hardest to bestow it upon his children. yet being a high half-blood turned by the king himself has its downsides. especially when it comes to feral nature. this gentle soul struggles with the animalistic bloodlust that courses through his veins. the desire to hurt, to maim. the manic moon is what they call him, merciless in every right - do not let his kind nature fool you. he despises letting go of his control and slipping into these states of madness. yet what is even more agony is watching his children decent into their own madness - with his husband never spouting a reprimand. ‘it’s a vampire’s nature,’ he says, and so shi finds himself despairing further. what is this beast that he has become? is he not happy to live alongside his husband for all eternity? even if he does struggle to maintain his thirst and might lash into states of sadistic glee. perhaps death was better. nevertheless, he will continue to write his poetries and novels. yearning for peace.

appearance ref: one

 

‧꒰ zhào talisen ( 781 ), the sadistic poet ꒱‧ ( m. )

with fingertips stained red with fresh blood, the triplet of the royal eldest sons hold no mercy for the mortal. delighting in their screams and fear. as much as he delights in the pleasures and persuasion before strike. one of the most deceitful of the sons, never truly having a side but his own. he instigates, pulling at strings just for a good laugh. cruel to sometimes even his younger siblings. one would think such an animalistic, bloodthirsty creature could bear no love for the world. yet. his poetry, written as if his heart was the purest of all. the vampire enjoys the wonder of nature, the beauty of the forest and the meadow. curious of mind he is too, quick one to capture those whom he may believe to bear interesting news. education. research. he adores people’s theories of his kind. why let them run around and give them to other mortals, if he could pry their words from their mouths with a sire bond. Most of the time when talisen is not out hunting for food. He recites his poetry to the townsfolk. Each and every beautiful word fallen from his lips sought after for the ear to hear by old and young.

appearance ref: one

 

‧꒰ zhào jùn lái, the deceitful professor ꒱‧ ( m. )

refined and studious, perhaps even a little aloof, a triplet of the royal eldest sons. an aura of serenity to mask the restraint of maliciousness that many find amusing, seeing as his smothered malice already extends to such great lengths in terms of violence. he writes, attempting to sate the desire. teaches a class of higher education in the art of linguistics and the craft of writing. yet despite this love for such an art, at times he wishes nothing more than to bathe in the blood of his own sadism. stealing away students to feast on their blood and write about it in the thralls of his novels and stories. the encounters that he shares. the people that he meets. it is most difficult to keep himself in check. what with the yearn for cruelty and the thrilling taste of blood on his tongue. perhaps he should write with crimson instead.

appearance ref: one

 

‧꒰ zhào tài, the malefic gambler ꒱‧ ( m. )

always looking for something to sate his boredom with cunning grins and sadistic ways. he turns to the cruel works and tricks of vampires unto the unsuspecting man. a triplet to the royal eldest sons, upholding a sarcastic and blunt persona. this vampire prince loves risks and wagers, which is why one can find him in one of the local taverns as a bar tender — unbeknownst to most that enter that he runs the gambling ring. he always adores a challenge, a risk. and he never loses. his pride and cunning intelligence won't allow him to. loves making wagers and bets, especially if it means he can find himself a new human to toy around with. one can often find him with his hand fan raised to his face. staring over it with keen, silver eyes. and fangs ready to tear in.

appearance ref: one | two

 

‧꒰ zhào hàoyŭ, the bloodlusting artist ꒱‧ ( m. )

the second oldest of the royal family together with his twin xuan jie. haoyu is a famous artist, with exceptional skill in his craft, known well across the kingdoms and lands, both by humans, in his alias as “the muse,” and by vampires as his royal title, for making portraits out of the finest of inks, and the statues out of the most peculiar stone none have seen before. what little know, is the very fact, that the paints are mixed with blood to create a unique smooth texture, and the sculptures made of ground bone, turned into hard stone with ancient knowledge and techniques from his father’s books. the man is animalistic, always on the prowl to find a toy to play around with for a bit, before collecting their blood and bone. of course, not without a little bite and taste. his savageness often results in scoldings from his father and even some of his siblings, despite their own savage traits. he goes all out into the pleasure of killing for the purpose of making his precious art.

appearance ref: one | two

 

‧꒰ zhào xuàn jié, the strained mortician ꒱‧ ( f. )

a mortician in town. she tends to keep herself to the dead in a strained effort of retaining her own violence and urges. unlike her twin, xuan jie tries with utmost effort to remain courtes. yet at times she cannot help but have a bite of some of the fresh corpses that find their way into the morgue. . . what does it matter? they are dead anyway. yet the notion makes her feel all the more guilty. as the first daughter of the nocturne kingdom, she upholds a sort of motherly persona - all shrouded amongst her monotone and sometimes rough exterior. she prefers to retain studious rather than give into the animalistic urges that come with her vampirism. sometimes, she finds herself slipping, however. it is these times that one is reminded what a beast she can truly be.

appearance ref: one 

 

‧꒰ zhào míng xù, the bloodstained lover ꒱‧ ( f. )

love letters sealed with a kiss of red lipstick. poetries and paintings depicted of vast romances and exciting escapees - such is the life of the third princess of nocturne. a hopeless romantic continuously seeking enamourment. with her various lovers all around, one might depict her kind and eccentric attitude for her being a kinder soul in comparison to her siblings. in reality, the many kisses that she gives are bloodstained. fang marks litter her beloveds. one night question why there is always a new lover — yet one would not dare ask what happened to the previous. she adores ‘collecting’ her adorers. draining them dry so that they might live with her forever.

appearance ref: one 

 

‧꒰ zhào xīyáng, the yearning ꒱‧ ( m. )

ever the solemn, lovesick fool. the fourth oldest of the royal family, and twin to haitao, whom he often acts nonchalant around. despite bursts of savageness at times when at loss of control. has always been on the less animalistic side, looking for diplomacy rather than violence and death. While also yearning for a love, forbidden by his family and kind. to fall for a human? it is a grave of shame, but for Denara? he will lay in for all eternity if it meant he could keep seeing her. Truths hidden. Telling brothers and sisters of his small expeditions that they are nothing but hunts, to sate his bloodthirst - or that he is simply working in the ‘flower’s meadow café’ a little more than usual to gather information. Some, he has deceived. Others, he has left dwelling in suspicion. ah, but despite all of the kind and quiet exteriors. should he be provoked enough, he will, without hesitance, retort to animalistic cold-blooded slaughter of whoever he deems should die. No matter who you are.

appearance ref: one 

 

‧꒰ zhào hǎitāo, the bloodbathed archivist ꒱‧ ( m. )

The archivist son of the royal family, and xiyang's twin brother. A quiet individual who takes pleasure in killing for the purposes of studying. Dragging corpses and living back to the castle catacombs to study them in his little archive. Frantically writing books and documents about new diseases, old ones to restore, syndromes, how to drive mortals mad, anything that could threaten humanity, just in case. one is never too sure when they could need it. amongst bookshelves and stonewalls, he likes to also use his time to watch research about his own kind being made by the famed vampire researcher, rishen herrera, herself. truly a fascinating sight to behold. often, he likes to bring his siblings along for hunts, so that they track down and kill and he gets the benefit of the corpse or items after.

appearance ref: one 

 

‧꒰ zhào yánglǐ, the starved hunter ꒱‧ ( m. )

wild eyes and grinning teeth, this prince of the nocturne is known for his incessant hunger. the thrill of the hunt is what gets him ticking. he adores those that rile him up and tempt his bloodlust. he's not one to deny himself. an indulger with a sick sense of humour and twisted grins to match. to hide this feral demeanour, he takes up a job as a weapon's master within one of the various towns. pushing out some of his violent urges into the teaching of swords and knives. although it never truly helps. he will always fall favour to chases through the winding forest of his kingdom. tearing his claws into his poor, frightened victim - and delighting in their screams as the hunt finally comes to an end. alas, it only means that he is to find new prey. but oh, does he love the game nevertheless.

appearance ref: one 

 

‧꒰ zhào yìzé, the conflicted scout ꒱‧ ( m. )

with swift feet, quick reflex and mind, despite being of the lowest heirarchy of all his siblings. a downright runt, as he has been called — zhào yìzé, the sixth son of the vampiric royal family, is known to be one of the calmer vampires. and while the boy, yes, does go and feed on people, it moreso for staying fed and full. rather than doing it for coldblooded and animalistic purposes. he enjoys the quiet surroundings, working around the forest and scouting. often acting to be a caretaker of it to humans who wander into the forest. most of the time, he guides them out. with a particular fear of one of his older brothers catching onto the scent them. well, unless the human has means of bad brought to the forest. he has not fed properly for a few days either, what would the harm be?

appearance ref: one 

 

‧꒰ zhào dáyín, the dulled illustrator ꒱‧ ( he/they. )

another artist heir of the nocturne dynasty, yet silent in nature throughout. dayin finds themself in a constant state of dulled, monochromatic experience and life itself, despite the vast colours that they often paint with. one might depict them as cold, aloof, and all sorts of indifferent. in truth, they simply do not care about the world around them. bored, is what they are. it is why they do not find themself venturing to find a thrilling second life amongst the humans in the day like their siblings do. yet one should be careful as to pique their interest. as this is when a grim obsession settles over. and dáyín quickly overindulges out of the sheer need to feel something. even if it means playing with a heart.

appearance ref: one 

 

‧꒰ zhào xiùyīng, the malicious doctor ꒱‧ ( f. )

swift hands and calculated slices to contrast the storm within a non-beating heart. the young vampire finds herself in a healer cove amongst the supernatural. spilling out her malice into the act of healing instead. or at least, that is what she tells herself. the wrath that bridles within her heart is unmatched. one that confuses even her. what with her stoic appearance and the difficulty to decipher emotions of both others and herself. perhaps rage is easier to feel than others. perhaps drinking the blood of different supernaturals is sweeter to the taste than that of a human. whatever the case may be. she finds herself slipping regardless. and often embarks on mini massacres through the towns and villages of humans when emotions rise too high for her.

appearance ref: one 

 

‧꒰ zhào xuělíng, the tempter habromaniac ꒱‧ ( m. )

a coy smile. the graceful fall of silk along pale skin. a night of pleasure with the youngest vampire prince of the nocturne is what many lust for. what - with those pretty pink eyes of his, batting at his clients. the small bite of his thumb nail. xueling finds himself taking up a job at one of the red light districts rather than all the refined occupations that his siblings advance in. why not? he gets ample information from all of his vast clients and not to mention numerous hours of pleasure. he's considered one of the best in the business. seducing even the most calloused of souls and rising the business toll through the roof. although, lust and promises of pleasure is the ultimate way in luring those that particularly catch his eye. stealing them away for scandalous nights and hours, if only to drink them dry when the lust burts through. for to indulge one’s blood and body is of the utmost erotic art - and he himself is quite a lover of the arts.

appearance ref: one | two

 

‧꒰ rishen herrera ( 781 ), the mangled researcher ꒱‧ ( genderfluid. )

an intelligence to scare the supernatural coupled with a deadly curiosity and the unwavering need for answers. a high ranked halfblood and the writer of the vampire legendarium that you have come across. after losing his parents to vampires, he embarked on a journey to find out all that he could about them - so that he might destroy each and every one of them. a kind soul turned by none other than one of the eldest of the nocturne kingdom - zhào talisen. having been well on his way at discovering information that would have put vampires at risk, he was turned out of sadistic mockery and dragged to the palace nocturne. to aid the royal family in decoding nature about hunters and other vampire lore instead. considering his keen eye and wit. now, he is the royal researcher. searching for answers when tasks are brought to him and trying to deny the urge to drink of blood. it disgusts him. so does the rise in sadistic vampiric nature. to think he is now a being that he has despised for years. and now feeds like them. thinks like them. he tries to retain his kindness, in his mind. however, he thinks he is slowly going mad.

appearance ref: one 

 

‧꒰ alessio agresta arias ( 9948e ), the carnal knight ꒱‧ ( m. )

once an enchanter, now a high ranked halfblood. of a family that had sworn servitude to the kingdom nocturne for centuries. a head to the royal guard who loyally carried out his duties. yet was turned when he reached his death bed by his now sire, zhào talisen. dealing with the notion that his mortality was ripped away from him, along with the obsession of the prince, he has long since hardened his heart. considered to be a cold and standoffish man at times, or an indifferent, lifeless one at others. he takes no pleasure in life any longer and simply continues his duties with as much pride as he can muster. trying his utmost to deny his carnal urges and the sadistic ticks that run through his mind. he cannot always, and often feeds on many once he's starved himself enough to lose control. guilt always settles in after, and he'll dive back into his constant job as the head knight. a vicious cycle.

appearance ref: one

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪vampires of the east, kingdom carmine

‧꒰ aristaios, king of the vicious ꒱‧ ( m. )

malicious with the poisonous touch of deeprooted obsessive habits. Laughing in tyranny and bathing in the miasma and graves he has made for himself with pride. the title he bestowed upon him most befitting for such animalistic man he acts. The king of the east, and the inventor of telepathy. Indeed. . . The master of it, teaching it to his people and kingdoms outside. He's long lost his mind. Giving in to his darkest of urges and indulging in them. He loves the worship from his people. The sacrifices held in his name. slaughtering mortal left and right and turning them for his own pleasure. Gifting the half-blood slaves to his wife in eager attempts to make her look at him with her beautiful eyes. his, late wife's pleasures were not shared with her doppelganger's, who seems to bear no enjoyment or amusement of his acts. It drives him mad. He broke rules for her. Taking her away from her lover to be with him, he's better than a hunter. He is manipulative, a sharp knife that never dulls. Hungry for flesh and blood, but only that of lisse's. Her blood being the only source of feeding he takes. It forces his insanity to push further away from sense. Deranged. What is a few five-thousand-lives taken if it means he has her all to himself? She will love him.

appearance ref: one 

 

‧꒰ lisse, the bloodthirtsy countess ꒱‧ ( f. )

dusty rose coloured eyes now shine bright with wildness and hunger. a constant twitch in her stature. a search for anything that she can sink her teeth into. a young flower maiden having been plucked from her husband and made the wife of a tyrannical, maniacal king. she finds herself starved, unless it is vampiric blood on which she feeds. the diet leaves her insatiable, beast-like even. she might tear her claws and fangs into whatever mortal that comes near her if it means sating the ever burning feeling in her throat. she feels herself growing mad, yet to her horror - slowly but surely taking on the role of the former queen. an equally as insane and hysterical psychopath like her husband. painting the towns red with the sheer want of bloodshed and carnage.

appearance ref: one 

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪vampires of the north, kingdom abyss

‧꒰ rinfier, king of the ebony shards ꒱‧ ( m. )

Charming smiles and pesuasive silver tongued words. The king of the Abyss, ever gleeful. Partying and staying up with the humans and vampires of his kingdom. His little, perfect, worshippers. Oh they're all adorable. By far, this is one of the first kingdoms we see mortal and vampire in harmony. A cult of humans, that Rinfier one autumn night stumbled upon with his loyal guard along his side. They worshipped vampires — oh and he was quick to convince their leader and them to join him, help build his kingdom. He'd grant them all and everything they so wished for. In turn for their blood and endless loyalty to gather more. Animalistic urges often shoved away by sheer will, if he wishes for them to come out. Why not expose people of other kingdoms to it?

appearance ref: one 

 

‧꒰ orion, the imminent bloodshed ꒱‧ ( m. )

Sadistic and quiet. Ever a stalker of the night roaming the lands together with his husband, or without, to feet. Sate his hunger. No moment passes where hunger does not tear through the growling vampire stomach of this man. Always adoring of unsuspecting victims, no awareness that once the hour tolls its bell. Only a dried up cadaver will be of their remains. Within his kingdom walls whatsoever, serving his king. He is a soldier, a diplomat. Serene and calm, always bearing a smile. Yet all of it is but a faux image of what he truly is.

appearance ref: one

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪vampires of the south, kingdom frost

‧꒰ rishima singhania ( 1311 ), queen of the cunning ꒱‧ ( f. )

cold eyes. few words. a frightening intelligence. one is not to expect anything less from the queen of the South other than a sharp stare and the threat of losing their heads. emotion is something she has long abandoned. a queen does not feel. feared amongst the lands for the simple fact that she usurped the throne from her father and six older siblings. one cannot kill a pureblood, and so instead she nailed them to the walls of the catacombs. a good ruler must do what is best for her kingdom. and so she has. a calloused heart to even her own husband who is locked away in the confines of her room. a harsh soul to her own son. the sweet taste of victory from overcoming her position as runt of the family is nothing in comparison to the repeated paranoia that her very son might do the same to her as she has done to her own family. after all, intelligence is what drives her lineage mad. it is what broke her own mind, after all.

appearance ref: one

 

‧꒰ rishen herrera ( 1311 ), the unwilling ripper ꒱‧ ( genderfluid. )

charming yet callous. the heir to the frost throne and seen as no better than his mother. what with his calloused acts, the way that he so mercilessly mangles his victims for the pure sake of it. yet no one will ever come to know the truth that all of his killings, his very title as a bloodthirsty ripper - is by the order of his mother. to kill or be killed. to be the prince and an assassin of the kingdom at the same time. it is a way for her to keep him under her thumb. and oh, it does. making his mind tick at the sight of blood. the thrill of a kill. yet a never ending guilt. a forever paranoia to match the queen's. thinking that he will be next once he's become a threat to her power of the throne. perhaps he should start taking his own precautions. . . or perhaps he should see that the curse of his lineage is true. and that he is indeed losing his mind the more intelligent he becomes. the more calculative he grows.

appearance ref: one

 

. ˚◞ ꒰ VAMPIRE HUNTERS ꒱

‧꒰ rasui, leader of the hunters ꒱‧ ( m. )

dubbed untouchable, the loyal leader of the vampire hunters has been around for centuries now. he has seen what none has and has for years now hunted vampires like the plague. hatred growing each bloodstain of a comrade spilt by the hungry creatures. and just as broken branches, scattered like the pieces of glass that fell graciously to the earth when the mirrors shatter each new death of a friend before the hunter. with a promise to those fallen, he shall always put their names to respect and rest. his soul never once bittering, only solemnly pulsating after a rough life, that, to him, has no end in sight until he kills all vampires. or dies trying. what truly brought his soul to dissolve was losing his beloved to the bloodlusting, tyrannical vampire king of the east. that bastard of the carmine, taking away his wife. and despite his close bond with his hunters. the familial love he had with them. a part of him blames them for not getting to her and protecting her. as much as he blames himself. each day is a one of insanity, struggling to fully trust himself. His hunters, struggling to trust townsfolk who simply wish to visit him and assure he is alright. he hates it. This mission will be the death of him, or it will be his happiest days lived out. to get lisse back. vampire or not, he doesn't care if he breaks his own rule as the leader of the guild. of centuries of passed down roles. He will kill the kings, and then he will have her back.

appearance ref: one

 

‧꒰ alessio arias ( 781 ), the returning hunter ꒱‧ ( m. )

one of the best hunters returns after years. the strike of a match. a smoke of a cigarette. anything to mask out the smell of blood and the last crawling vampire that he slams his boot into. flirtatious, a charmer, and years of experience travelling through the lands with golden daggers. ‘one of the finest hunters’ is a name he's earned himself over the years of killing and tormenting vampires. yet he'll so surely deny such a title. for a true vampire hunter will not have ripped out the gold from his body and sworn off his duty. not after vowing to avenge his loved ones. no true vampire hunter would have fallen in love with the beings they have sworn to kill. he has now returned. more ready than ever to stab with stakes and rid himself of the shame he's brought on himself. all with crooked grins and tired eyes looking for fun every now and then.

appearance ref: one | two

 

‧꒰ zhào jìngyí ( 9948e ), the two-sided hunter ꒱‧ ( m. )

Shitty jokes and whiskey exchanged. So goes the day of the azure moon, but as night rolls around, his demeanor and acts change drastically. A cold hearted vampire killer. He has a goal to avenge his youngest siblings after their gruesome deaths caused by low-blooded vampires. They got commanded to pull the bloodbath along by their precious ruler. He holds no compassion for them, neither does his brothers. The four of them rarely seeing each other but exchanging letters each and every day. The hunter himself works on his lonesome. . . Unless a certain emerald shines bright in the pile of rock and limestone.

appearance ref: one

 

‧꒰ valerio agresta caliari , the retired hunter ꒱‧ ( m. )

often coming off as callous, blunt and rude. dead eyes oversee powerful, effortless strikes. such is day in and day out of valerio’s long-existing life. dubbed one the best and a former leader of the hunters altogether - he now roams the lands with a straight line to his lips and a careless touch to each attack. for a hunter to strip themself of their gold is disgraceful - what more if one of the leaders does? he has lost all concern for such matters long ago and instead wanders the lands. slaying the creatures of the night left, right and centre. considered to be quite the aloof man with a dry way of speaking and ragged personality run down by years of doing what he’s best at - and being away from his family. his son. one might find him at a tavern every now and then, drinking to numb something that isn’t even there - at least in his eyes - . . . his heart. ( this is alessio 781's father )

appearance ref: one | two

𖹭. up next : vampire legendarium | prompt list 

[cowboydisaster]

➵ pinned post

➵ rules for requesting

➵ (fics are arranged so that the most recent are at the top)

➵ fluff: ♡ | smut: ♧ | angst: ☆

SERIES:

➵ The Fire In Your Eyes

a series in which you are on the run and out of options. that is, until a kind stranger offers you refuge with his camp.

➵ Compass

a modern series in which you and Arthur live happily on your ranch in Colorado.

➵ Lobo

a series in which you encounter a rare beast... but perhaps he is more man than you'd thought...

STANDALONES:

➵ A Shoulder to Cry On ♡

a fic in which you need a shoulder to cry on, and there he is with open arms.

➵ On Call ♧

a drabble in which Arthur receives a call from his boss at an... inopportune time.

➵ Sweet Dreams ♡

a fic in which pillow talk leads to a quite comfortable slumber.

➵ Closer ♧

a fic in which Arthur holds you over the edge

➵ His Brother's Keeper ☆

a fic in which a brother grieves.

➵ Aesthete ♧

a fic in which you are the canvas, and Arthur, the painter.

➵ Lux ♧

a fic in which you experience a "ménage à trois," comme on dit en France.

➵ Drunken Revelations ♡

a drabble in which alcohol loosens your lips.

➵ Blessed are the Merciful... ☆

a fic in which you are lost

➵ Your Protector ☆♡

a fic in which you are saved.

➵ Tutelar (n.)- one serving as a protector/guardian ☆

a fic in which Dutch burns the world to avenge you.

➵ Sleepless Nights ♧

a fic in which Dutch gives you what you need, much to Arthur's frustration.

➵ Princess ♧

a fic in which you receive the princess treatment.

➵ Candlelit Lust ♧

a fic in which Dutch calls for you.

[sleepy-steve]

WIP Word Game Rules:

you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

i was tagged by my clown bestie @stervrucht and got the word STAR (lol). loved your excerpts tho, love everything you do ♡

all excerpts are from the follow up piece to my angsty august day 8 and day 9 (the thing became its own beast and is now basically a whole unfinished fic).

S

“Shit, man,” Eddie says, voice weak. “I thought I was dead. I thought…” He trails off with a shuddering exhale, seemingly lost in thought, unable to concentrate.

T

The way Eddie’s face drops, his eyes impossibly wide and wet as he takes in Steve’s words, it’s worse than any injury Steve has sustained in this hellscape.

A

As he tries to keep his balance, Eddie’s grip on Steve’s shoulder digs into the abrasions on his back, and Steve does his best not to groan through his teeth as the pain shoots through his chest.

R

Reaching up with his other hand, Steve hoists himself up, arms shaking with his own weight. His chest heaves over the edge, hitting the ground heavily, the sharp rocks digging into his stomach.

this was fun (plus it got me to look over this wip)!! i didn't have many that started with R, so had to dig for a little while to find that one.

sending it on with the word PLEA :~)

no pressure tags: @adverbally @runninriot @snowdepths @wheneverfeasible ♡

[shockinglysubmissive]

I have a request but I can be quite dirty so feel free to ignore it 🧐

So, for some reason, Bakugo LOVES to see his cute gf being fucked by other men, by his friends and/or by jerks that he doesn't like. Don't ask me why.

He could sit there masturbating for days. Because there's just something in how she look as she's destroyed by the beasts, like a angel among demons. The look she gives him when she chokes with a cock, eyes crying, a mix of "help me, Suki!" but with pure pleasure, as if she didn't really want to be saved…

If you feel good w it, made it with Shoto, Kirishima, Denki, Monoma and Shindo, please ♡

Thank you for this! I'm sorry it took so long! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Cucking, orgy, temperature play, orgasm denial

"Ah ah ah, Blasty! You didn't ask to touch your cock. So hands off before I tie you down." Monoma tuts across the room at your desperate boyfriend. This wasn't entirely what he had in mind when you both sat down weeks ago to plan this. He thought he would get to sit in the corner as a silent witness as you get absolutely destroyed by his friends. Unfortunately for him, he was being watched by the men, instructed when he would fuck his fist, or just sit in agony.

All you were able to do was flick your eyes over to the plush chair Katsuki was seated in. Your jaw was stretched painfully wide by Kirishima, Monoma stuffing your ass, while Denki slams his pierced cock deep into your cunt. Every hole was filled, and yet it was the two men on either side of you that had your attention. Shindo on one side was circling your clit with a vibrating finger before it gets replaced by an ice cold palm of Shoto on your other side. The switching pattern leaves your poor, abused body teetering on the edge, but never falling over.

"Shut it. I invited you all here to fuck her. You don't have the right to tell me what to do." Katsuki growls, dropping his hand from his throbbing cock down to his thigh.

"But you said you wouldn't cum until she does, and huh, would you look at that, she still hasn't creamed for me yet." Denki smirks, long fingers digging into the fat of your ass, snapping his hips particularly harsh to meet yours.

A desperate whine tears from your throat and around Kirishima's thick shaft, causing him to grip the back of your head and push himself deeper.

"Damn bro... You said her throat was good .. but you never mentioned how amazing it feels when she is crying around it." Kirishima pants out, looking over at his desperate best friend.

"Told you she was the best. How could I not share her. She's a gift." Katsuki growls, hips bucking so his tip smacks against his tighten abdomen. One of his hands twitches as he fights the urge to pump his cock again.

"Ah give him a break Monoma. Rule was he couldn't cum until she had. He's still allowed to jerk off though." Shindo looks up, pinching your clit between two intensely vibrating fingers before yanking them away as your cunt starts spasming.

Frosted fingers numb your clit, ripping you off the edge again, spilling tears down your cheeks as you look to Katsuki for help. You wanted to cum so bad. It has been hours of this, and you were covered in a thick sheet of sweat and multiple loads of cum.

"She looks good under me, doesn't she Bakugo. Much better than she does under you." Monoma smirks, purposely egging your boyfriend on.

"Easy now. We don't want him blowing up." Shoto says calmly, inching his cold, slick soak finger up to circle your nipples.

You weren't sure who came first, or if it was simultaneous, but all cum was dripping from all of your holes as a phone alarm goes off.

"Ah. What a shame. She didn't cum, but it's time for us to stop. Maybe you both will be allowed to cum next time." Denki coos, lifting your exhausted body from his thin frame and laying you down on a spot of the bed that wasn't completely covered in cum.

"What! The fuck do you mean?" Bakugo demands, sitting up straight in the chair, getting a good view of your fucked out expression.

"You made the agreement bro. Never specified that you both had to cum this session. Just that you weren't allowed to cum until she's cum at least once. And we get to decide how much she cums each session. And we talked about it. We decided that she's not cumming today." Kirishima smirks.

[nogenderbee]

♡;- ꒰ °26 ℙ𝕁𝕊𝕂 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 ꒱

1 fic for every character based on their card!

Feel free to request some characters card before someone will be faster!

Only rules are that it has to be trained card, that it needs to be 3★ or 4★ and that sets can't repeat! (also no "Memoirs of Wrongdoings" or collaboration sets, sorry!)

You can request untill 25.06 (UTC+1). After that, all free characters will have their cards picked by me!

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✧ 𝕎𝕩𝕊!𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕦 - Play Your Heart Out Marching Parade

✧ 𝕍𝔹𝕊!ℝ𝕚𝕟 - Release Celebration

✧ 𝕃/𝕟!𝕃𝕖𝕟 - Bleak adolescence

✧ ℕ25!𝕃𝕦𝕜𝕒 - Escape the Rain

✧ 𝕄𝕄𝕁!𝕄𝔼𝕀𝕂𝕆 - Fly to The Future!

✧ 𝕍𝕊!𝕂𝔸𝕀𝕋𝕆 - Colorful Festival

✧ 𝕀𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕜𝕒 - What Awaits at the End of War

✧ 𝕊𝕒𝕜𝕚 - Rainbow Harmony

✧ ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚 - Eyes Aiming High

✧ 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕙𝕠 - Spooky Forest

✧ 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕚 - in my fairy tale

✧ ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕦𝕜𝕒 - Photogenic ♡ Valentine

✧ 𝔸𝕚𝕣𝕚 - Lovely Flowers Blooming by the Water

✧ 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕦 - The Late Autumn's Evening Twilight

✧ 𝔸𝕟 - Graceful Marriage

✧ 𝕂𝕠𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕖 - Cherry Blossom Lane

✧ 𝔸𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕠 - Play with dogs

✧ 𝕋𝕠𝕪𝕒 - Romantic Bride

✧ 𝕋𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕒𝕤𝕒 - New Year's Divine Beasts

✧ 𝔼𝕞𝕦 - An Encounter With the Unknown!? Cosmic Opera

✧ ℕ𝕖𝕟𝕖 - Fluffy ☆ Dreamland

✧ ℝ𝕦𝕚 - Phantom Chaser

✧ 𝕂𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕕𝕖 - Beneath the Everlasting Ringing of Bells

✧ 𝕄𝕒𝕗𝕦𝕪𝕦 - Ball of the Marionettes

✧ 𝔼𝕟𝕒 - Fluttering Maidens

✧ 𝕄𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕚 - Wanderer's Journey

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Lil birthday event of mine because yeah ^^ Everything will start being posted at 1.07! An and Kohane got changed places because I thought it'd be cool if I posted An fic on the exact date of my birthday <3

[poisonsage808]

alrightie, I am sorry if I get this wrong but I wanted to partecipate to this ask game, and ask for lily with sandor (?) (I am not sure whether I have to send you a character, so if I haven't pls ignore this).

♡ Lily ♡

disclaimer: this is MY universe with a/b/o dynamics and it might not fit yours. and that’s ok! there’s no rules to omegaverse except don’t be a dick if it’s not your cup of tea

warnings: eluding to cannibalism as a form of love, a/b/o dynamics, dark themes ahead please read at your own discretion

18+ beyond this point

• Anyone could go feral. Alphas get a bad rep for it most of the time, sure, but truly anyone could. Everyone thinks a feral Alpha is the most dangerous thing to society. It’s close, but it’s not. Really, the most dangerous thing is when a designation is vividly aware they could snap at any moment

• Everyone has feral thoughts, Sandor tells himself. It’s why there’s churches and books and emergency hotlines and therapy and goddamn anonymous meetings. “We’re evolved,” they say, “We can handle this together as the pyramid intended; as a pack.”

• It’s all bullshit.

• Being an Alpha is a curse and that voice he hears a beast to keep under lock and key. And it screams at him when you’re near

• Sandor scents you before he sees you. You have an intoxicating scent that makes his guts rumble with hunger. But his lips are gentle, his tongue savors your taste because he knows it’s all he can have and his teeth only playfully nip at your skin . He’d never hurt you

• Being an Alpha means wanting to consume you entirely to keep you safe, for you to know how much he loves you this way and keep you with him for always

• Bluntly? He wants to eat you. Like any Alpha he wants to chase you through the woods the the gods intended and fucking eat you so you can never leave

• Sandor would never. He tells himself a lesser Alpha would, and keeps his eyes peeled for those fuckers. He’ll keep you safe one way or another

• So you’ve got a shadow now— a big one. Your scent both leaves his belly aching and soothes his guts. He doesn’t know what to do with you except protect you.

• He’s not going anywhere anytime soon

[macabremads]

calling new rp partners!

Hi there! I'm on the lookout for new RP partners and I've arranged the categories by actor and the delightful characters I'd love to play alongside your OC. Be sure to visit this ink HERE to get the scoop on my rules and preferences, so everything's crystal clear! 💫

Oh, a little heads-up! I'm only interested in doubles! 💕 Because not everyone will venture into the rules and wants thread, I thought I'd drop that in here.

The actors listed here are my current hyper fixations, but I'm an open book when it comes to exploring different actors. If there's someone you're keen on that you don't spot here, just give me a nudge, and I'll happily chat about it with you!

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**-is just a little note 🌼, I'm not a total expert on the canon lore if you see this mark, so let's have a lovely chat to dive into the details and decide together!

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-Joel Miller (The Last of Us)  -Javier Peña (Narcos)  -Dave York (The Equalizer 2)  -Oberyn Martell ** (Game of Thrones)  -Din Jarin ** (The Mandalorian)  -Maxwell Lord (Wonder Woman 1984)  -Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

-Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)  -Duncan Vizla (Polar)  -Gellert Grindelvald (Fantastic Beasts)  -Lucas (The Hunt)  -Martin (Another Round) 

Astarion Ancunín (super keen on astrion these days) 

Gale Dekarios 

Druid Halsin 

Raphael ** 

Karlach

-George Weasley  -Fred Weasley  -Tom Riddle  -Draco Malfoy (I am really restrictive on new draco rps)  -Severus Snape (young snape, no teacher x student in hp plots)  -Remus Lupin

-ALL TWILIGHT SHIPS -Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)  -Michael Sheen (person and characters, please just ask!)  -Hayden Christensen  -Adam Driver (Restrictive on these plots) 

This list is like a garden in bloom, always changing with new plots, people, and actors. 🌱 If you've got a character in mind that's not on the list, feel free to send me a message!🌿📝 Please interact with the post or send me a message if you are interested!

[sennamybeloved]

sapphire roses.

selfshiptober day 5: flowers.

▬▬ ship: lucian x senna x seren (s/i)

▬▬ warnings: none!

▬▬ author’s note: it's been like... well over a year since i've written for both of these guys at once. that's scary. i needed to change that.

▬▬ tag list: @dragonselfship @dudefrommywesterns @minkymeatshop @wanderers-wife @fallen-for-them

▬▬ reblogs always appreciated! ♡

Perhaps one of the oldest lessons to ever cement itself into Seren’s mind is the sacrality of nature. It's a balanced creature that will give if you give, and take back what you steal tenfold. One must never cause unnecessary disturbances to the land; do not hunt more than you can eat, do not prune and pick the lush gardens which do not grow for you, do not poison or destroy the precious all-mother or her children. The First Lands are both caretaker and butcher, a welcoming home for some and a graveyard for many.

Seren has roamed these forests for centuries, and in this time, she has been nothing but reverent. She has grown cold and callused toward most living things, but the all-mother? Never. Nature is her home, her temple, the womb which she blossomed from.

She has given selflessly, only taking measured sips in return. While she did live off the land for many, many years, she also fearlessly defended that same land from the humans that infiltrated and ravaged it; there is a very good reason the citizens of Kumangra utter fearful tales about a furred, man-eating beast that stalked the coastal forests.

So, as Seren stands in those very same forests all these years later, smoothing over the soft petals of the famed sapphire roses with a calloused thumb, she wonders what difference just two flowers would make.

Slender fingers curl around the first pale, thorny stem, tugging it free from the frost-kissed bush. She then repeats the action with a second. Both flowers, cradled delicately between her palms, glitter in the moonbeams which filter through the canopy above.

“Thank you, Ighilya.” A gentle invocation spoken into the  crisp night air. If you must take, the least you can do is be polite about it.

That is where Seren’s midnight rendezvous ends. With the two flowers resting gently in her satchel, she begins her trek back to Kumangra. As she emerges from the undergrowth and joins the other late-night travelers on the path into the town, the irony of her situation becomes all the more clear to her. She once slaughtered a man—a poacher, pompous and foolish, who thought himself to be larger than life—behind the inn she currently holds a room in. She wonders in passing if the settlers here still fear her. Do they still spin tales about her? Would it be possible for anyone to recognize her? She pulls the velvety cloak (Senna’s cloak, graciously lended to her to as protection from the evening chill) closer to her body as she hurries down the path.

The innkeeper pays her little mind. He’s worn, she can tell; he cares naught for pleasantries or expositions, he simply wants his coin and to be left alone besides. Despite his nonchalance, Seren has trouble detaching herself from his energy. As a matter of fact, she’s having trouble detaching herself from anything that’s happening inside this inn tonight. She passes a dozen locked doors, each of which emits its own unique string of feelings and misplaced thoughts—a small glimpse into what rules within. 

She’s used to getting these little glimpses (it’s not like she can entirely shut them out, anyways) but usually, she can at least control how much attention she lends to each of them. Right now, she feels overwhelmed, which is odd for a night that was going so well. Perhaps she shouldn’t have worked herself up over thoughts of hunters.

Then, she feels it, warm like sunbeams and sweet like honey; two familiar presences emitting from just behind the door ahead. The feeling envelopes her like a welcoming embrace. Without hesitation, she reaches for the rusty  doorknob and twists.

Their room is a small, odd-looking snuggery that’s architecture isn’t quite Ionian but still couldn’t be called anything else. The beds are comfortable enough and the building is very quiet.

Lucian and Senna are still wide awake, just as Seren expected. They were both doing their own things before she entered (Lucian was polishing the intricate metalwork of his guns, Senna was removing her bulky jewelry and setting it neatly on the bedside table in preparation for attempting sleep) but when the door opens, their gazes snap over to her, and everything else forgotten.

“Seren,” Senna speaks first. “You’re back.”

Seren smiles in reply. “Told you I wouldn’t be gone long.”

“That sure as hell felt like a long time,” Lucian’s voice is gruff and tired. His indignant front does not phase her; she can tell that it’s a cover-up for genuine worry.

“Awe. Good to know you still care about me.” She taunts, and Lucian lets out a short huff.

Seren joins the pair of them on the bed they share, placing her satchel in her lap and resting her palms on it. Her tail curls around her body, tucked neatly against her side.

“You’ll be pleased to know that I didn’t get attacked,” Seren says. “Not by animals or humans. Didn’t get lost, either.”

She references the countless times she’s gone out for walks whilst they are staying in foreign territories. The amount of times she’s almost died in Demacian forests is confounding.

“That’s only because this is your home,” Senna responds, prompting Seren to chuckle. 

“I suppose you’re right.” It is also because she was the hunter in these woods for many years, but yes, she’ll allow them to go with that.

A brief pause, and then, Lucian speaks. “Your bag smells like roses.”

Roses, yes. It does. Seren had almost forgotten about the sapphire roses she’d stolen from the forest. She has gotten so used to their aroma that she hadn’t even noticed the way it fills the room. She must’ve turned many heads during her walk back.

“Yeah,” Senna concurs. “What is that?”

“Oh. I got you guys something.” Seren opens her satchel and reaches in, gingerly plucking the cerulean-petaled roses from their resting place. Both of her partners lean over her shoulders, watching intently, captivated by the prospect of a gift.

“One for you,” the first flower is placed gently into Senna’s outstretched hand. Deft fingers curl around its thorny stem. Emerald green eyes glisten with delight. She brings it up to her nose and inhales its ambrosial scent.

“And one for you.” The second flower is offered up to Lucian. For a brief moment, he just stares at it, quietly examining its beauty. Then, almost timidly, he reaches for the stem as well, taking it from Seren’s grasp. His other hand comes up to stroke its silken, iridescent petals.

A proud grin pulls at the corners of Seren’s mouth. They’re both pleased with their gifts, she knows it. She feels it.

“Wow. These are beautiful.” Senna says after a moment, voice raw with wonder.

Lucian continues her line of thought.  “And you just… found these growin’ out in the woods?”

Seren nods in reply. “Yeah. They’re sapphire roses. They grow wild in the forests around here. They’re heavily sought after by merchants and flower collectors due to their unique scent. People usually pick them until there’s no more left to be had. It’s a wonder that I found these.”

Senna tuts disapprovingly. Her face still rests near the flower. “That’s terrible.”

“Isn’t it?” Seren is suddenly filled with vigor; she still harbors her hatred toward those goddamn merchants and collectors, even all these years later. “I used to have to chase them out of the woods, when I was staying around here.”

Senna chuckles, giving Seren a look. “You used to chase people out of the woods?”

Yeah. And hurt them real bad, sometimes. They always deserved it. “I’m scary.” Seren shrugs.

“She’s scary.” Lucian concures. The topic is left there.

“These are beautiful, Seren.” Senna places her flower gently atop her lap. Her (now free) hand comes to rest on Seren’s arm. She wears a kind, grateful smile.  “Thank you.”

Seren feels her face getting hot. “Yeah, of course.”

Lucian doesn’t say very much. He simply leans down and presses a kiss to the crown of Seren’s head. “You’re a sweetheart, thinkin’ of us like that.”

Seren laughs shyly, casting her gaze downward. “I mean, of course. You’re– Yeah… I think about you guys a lot.”