#A sapphic AF woman

[kiraman]

are people aware of the fact that Mizu is not canonically in any way shape or form.............. queer....bi.....

(quick note here because reading comprehension stays dead and people may not read the tag novel: I want bi Mizu! I hc her as sapphic! I love sapphic Mizu)

[specialistjeweler]

Long time, no post, enjoy ✨

[agirlking]

There are still people that think Life is Strange is a genuinely good game???

[wannabeabogwitch]

Fem!TWST 7 Minutes in Heaven - Leona

Mentions/warnings: SPICY. They're all aged up (I always age them up in my works.) Not suitable for minors. Sorrynotsorry. lol

Leona Kingscholar - Gold chain necklace (I could imagine her owning one, tbh. She's a princess, after all and definitely owns plenty of gold jewellery.)

I'm gonna put this out there right now, this is gonna be pretty spicy. If you're too soft, you'll want to tap out now, cause this is for the hardcore simps, the horny brigade.

At first, she didn't want to even come to the party, but seeing you there made her change her mind.

She's smug as hell about the fact you picked out her item.

She will pick you up over her shoulder and carry you into the closet and if you struggle, she might give you a cheeky spank on the booty.

Once the door is shut, she sets you down and pins you to a wall, smirking and eyeing you as if you're an entire buffet.

"You want this as much as I do… Let's not waste time, herbivore. Besides, a lioness always gets what she wants…"

She kisses you as if she was starving. It's hot and heavy and she'll definitely have her hands on your body.

Despite the initial roughness, she doesn't fail to make you feel amazing, as if you're a goddess and she's worshipping you with her touches and her feverish kisses.

Her hands touch all the right places, moving under your top and teasingly rubbing circles over your torso, pinching the skin.

She slips her tongue past your lips, after she playfully nips your lower lip. She's slightly growling while she does this and the vibration of it is only making you want more of her.

She wraps your legs around her waist, wanting to be up against you as much as possible. The closet feels warmer than before and all that can be heard is the sound of panting and lips smacking against each other.

She breaks the kiss for a second, both of you are flushed in the face and eyes glazed over.

"Your lips taste so fuckin' good! I'm happy you picked out my item and not that horned lizard bitch's…"

She moves her lips back to yours again, hungrily. She moves her hands lower this time, grabbing your arse and giving it a good squeeze.

Sadly, your time is up. The door knocks and is being opened.

Leona growls once again after breaking the kiss, an annoyed expression on her face.

"Let's leave this stupid party, so we can continue back at my dorm, yeah?"

You can't help but nod in agreement, because, GODDAAAAAMN!

She picks you back up and takes you back to hers. You know what happens next. ;)

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/wannabeabogwitch/713354988973342721/twisted-wonderland-masterlist

[voidmamma]

[fandomshatepeopleofcolor]

Honestly I’ve gotten to the point where I hate when people forget that their headcanons aren’t canon, because then people will point at a character that canonically has a loving and long lasting relationship with someone of the opposite sex in canon (and as a trans person I hate wording but idk how else to put it atm) and say that they’re exclusively gay or exclusively lesbian, much like the Annabeth discourse recently on here. And I know that people struggle with comphet, but this has happened so frequently in my fandoms that it’s just feeling pretty biphobic, and it’s compounded worse when it’s women of color in general, and most often black women, as the mod that discussed the misogynoir aspect of this said too.

Mooooooooood and like, what gets me is that there is a difference being like "I like to think of XYZ character as 123 identity" versus "XYZ *is* 123 and everyone who disagrees is not only wrong but actively hates 123 people" like bro whut 💀💀💀

I don't know if it's because I'm old (by fandom standards) or I just managed to avoid that particular strain of fandom brainrot lmao but I've never vibed with that type of entitlement to like, idk declaring yourself as the consensus opinion? Anyways.

mod dyr

[zetaglobin]

I don't think I'll ever get over the pure joy of being sapphic. Being a woman who loves other women is such a treat! Seeing lesbian couples out and about fills me with happiness and being part of one is amazing! I don't really know how to put it into words, but it's such a warm and soft feeling of mutual understanding and respect. Someone who can simultaneously empathize with all the hardships of womanhood but also celebrate the fun aspects with you. I'm so grateful that I was given the capacity to experience love in this way.

[shapelytimber]

I'm in the mood to sketch rn :) so here is a recap of my star wars sapphic au <3

And the lineup !

[COMMISSIONS]

But now, I would love some opinions on who should I add next soooo

Little pitch for each potential new character below vvv

Lando : I think making her a high femme mayor/pilot can be hot af lfkgkfk

I love Lando's character and design, and even tho I don't plan on keeping the mustache (a tragedy I know), I do have some ideas for a feminine version.

She's living the high life until her kinda failure of an ex comes crawling back to her with demands and a new gf :) too bad she already made a deal with Vader

Piett : middle aged stressed navy woman in uniform (even tho it's the kinda ugly imperial uniform fifkfkfk).

Piett is one of my absolute favorite sw characters ! So thank you fanon, you made something really cool for this one <3

And I adore his friendship with Veers, so they might be a muscle woman also in uniform if you pick his option ;)

Boba Fett : post sarlacc digestion butch booba fett. She's old, she's bald, and she will break your jaw <3

Also dykes on (hover) bikes :)))

PS : as always, the Palpatine and Dooku designs were originally made by Stagbeetleboy, so these are his designs

PPS : I drew Padmé in my favorite outfit of hers, and even tho she wore it in star wars 1 she isn't 14 here itjkff hope I didn't have to specify that but better safe then sorry- she's in her late twenties early thirties

[loquemevengaalamente]

Random bits i liked about this season:

-Caitvy selesbian sex scene will live in my head rent free forever. That shit was hot af and i love having some butch rep right there. Also King Princess gave us such a great sapphic song.

-Mel and Caitlyn team up was awesome, these two needed many more scenes together tbh, they're so badass

-Jinx alternate self

-Vi's style changes through the season. Pit fighter is way too cool (i must make a cosplay, I just love her character so much)

-Parallels. So many and so much foreshadowing that was so well done.

-Ambessa as a whole is just wow. That woman had me both hating her and thirsting over how intense she was. Like when she enters the battle?? Bitch is a one woman army.

-Ekko and Heimerdinger being the best student teacher ever. Though it hurts Heimerdinger died, i was glad he had found a final disciple in Ekko + Jinx too if you count their brief time in that timeline.

-Jayce and Viktor were so good. Like i didn't know who to root for because of how interesting they develop their motives and character.

-Cosmic partners sounds gay as hell and i love it. They're so dramatic too.

-Isha being the most lovely kid around. Her relationship with Jinx however brief made a lot of impact. I'm a sucker for this kind of stuff ok???

-Vander. I was tearing up with what happened to him in general, and then they add Isha to the mix and c'mon.

-Caitlyn learning how to fight.

-Meeting Vi's mother

-Vi and Caitlyn teaming up against Ambessa without much of a doubt to stop her. They really trusted each other that much.

-The funeral scene was so visually interesting. I mean the whole series is, it's a work of art!

Add more if you like!

[sage-lights]

This is Sword AF closure anon also just to say I ship Amanda with literally any woman. Amangela? Yes. Courtmanda? Absolutely! HOWEVER, Amanda and Tommy? That's ironically but also unironicallt my favorite Smosh ship.

Amanda is very much an every young sapphic's gay awakening type of it girl- she's a tall, beautiful woman with a self-assured way about her. I don't know how I could ever ship her with any man other than her actual husband (who genuinely seems to be perfect for her), and A Depressed Gay Man (who also has lesbian energy). Also if people don't read sapphic awakening for Amanda, she DEFINITELY has Gay Boy's First Ally energy. She's def been on the receiving end of "you're the first person I came out to" from many a gay boy. That's just the type of girl she is, y'know?

hehehe saw this come into my inbox as i was typing out my response to your other ask!

amanda is soooooooo sapphic???!!!! and she knows it?????!!!! and i love it! i always think about the moment in the pod with arasha where amanda (referring to herself) says "you're a lesbian, correct?" like GIRL!!!!

tomanda works so well honestly because they both actively play into it. i think that's why amangela and courtmanda work so well as well. they all play into these ships and it gives fans (read: me) some reassurance that they don't feel uncomfortable with the shipping 🤗

[schmem14]

It’s my birthday! Celebrate with me by reading my top favorite fanfic discoveries this past year. (Feel free to flail with me in DM’s!) I feel so lucky to have found so many wonderful talented friends and amazing stories! 

1. flour and flesh by foxglovetonic (nocturn) Hermione x Pansy, wc: 666 rating: M

(Mind the tags) This sapphic horror fic gripped my soul from the moment I read it and it lives rent-free in my head because of its amazing imagery and masterful use of unreliable narrator. I’ll be forever creeped out by carving pumpkins and pie (but in the BEST way, I swear!) This is the #1 reason Halloween is my fav. 

2. Usually by @lumosatnight Percy x Oliver, wc: 1k, rating: E

What’s not to love about banter, chess as foreplay, and stripping down until there’s nothing left but heart-pounding hot AF sex? This pairing is fantastic, and Lani’s writing is on point, as always, and I was incredibly impressed by the real live chess match taking place in the background. Read it, you won’t regret it! 

3. drink up, boys by @emilyrickman gen work featuring Parvati Patil, wc: 1.5k, rating: M

(Mind the tags) I URGE you give this gripping revenge story a chance! Between Parvati’s confidence and the absolute heartbreaking and empowering ode to sisterly love, this story gave me goosebumps. Emily is such a great writer, and I can’t stress enough how well the feels come through on this one. Also, give the song What It Means To Be a Girl by EMELINE a listen as you read, it will elevate the whole experience! 

4. One Woman’s Trash by @nanneramma Lavender x Hermione wc: 2k, rating: T

My friend Nan can do it all, and I don’t care that coffee shop AU has been done a thousand and one times before, THIS is the one to read! Lavender is to die for in this, and the fluff is pure, gourmet sweetness. It will have you kicking your feet and squealing by the end. 

5. Head Over Heels by @vdoshu Narcissa x Mrs. Zabini, wc: 575, Rating: M

This itty bitty fic is singlehandedly feeding my Narcissa Mommy delusion. I want her to step on me SO BAD! Ugh. Doshu packs a punch with every story, and the punchline of this one is sure to have you gasping like a beached fish. Please come scream at me about it if and when you know what I mean. 

6. Welcome, Peasants by @fluxweeed Draco x Ron x Harry, wc: 15k, Rating: E

It was nearly impossible for me to pick just ONE of my favorite fics from Dronarry fest this year, but I narrowed it down to two. Strap in for an hour and immerse yourself because the payoff is WORTH IT!  This one blends the juicy polyjuice trope with a healthy dollop of mistaken identity and a pinch of jealousy. Better yet is the twisty reveal and the absolutely smut-tastic finale that follows.

7. For I Have Found Salvation by @lumosatnight Severus x Harry, wc: 7k, Rating: E

Yes Lani, I couldn’t resist another! I feel like I have to preface this by saying I’m not usually a Snarry fan, but this filthy Priest AU fic is EVERYTHING. The dynamic of guilt and forbidden church sex (while church is IN SESSION) is so fucking delectable. I’m going to just say it and embarrass myself: Insta-Wank Bank. Yep. 

8. Nightswimming by @sweet-s0rr0w Draco x Ron (x Harry), wc: 5k, Rating: M

…Which brings me to my SECOND Dronarry fest pick from this year, and I love it so much because it’s all banter and hypotheticals. Draco and Harry are a couple, but Draco and Ron share a car ride where it comes out that maybe they’ve been considering a three-way with Ron. They don’t even fuck, but the tension of them just talking about it is too hot to handle. Bonus: There’s art at the end! 

9. Mistletoe Mojito by @amethystheart2421 Sybill x Severus, wc: 3k, Rating: E

This fic knocked me flat on my ass. This lust potion fueled one-night stand fic had me laughing and crying (from hilarity and absurdity and sadness) all at once. Such delightful writing, and the perfect example of crack taken seriously. 

10. All That Is Beautiful, Burns In The Making by @sailtomarina Narcissa x Bill, wc: 8k, Rating: E

Narcissa is hot. Bill is hot. We all know this from canon, but imagine they get together and how much hotter they are as a couple! This fic contains such delights as werewolf Bill, seduction, forbidden love, infidelity, knotting, endless refractory periods, voyeurism, rough sex, and mating. It’s not quite A/B/O but it has a lot of the elements that make it such a juicy AU.

11. A Perfect Answer by @p1013 Draco x Harry wc: 9k, Rating: E

Downton Abbey AU. Harry is Draco’s valet and the love is very much forbidden. Contains: pining, jealousy, decorum, emerald cufflinks that Draco favours, and BATHS. Something about it reminds me of Jane Eyre, though I know that’s a different time period and there’s no crazy wife in the attic. I loved this fic so much because it was a well-written AU and it brought a breath of fresh air to an old favorite otp. The angst is divine, and the ending is such a lovely payoff. Enjoy! 

[jemeryl]

This weekend I went to A NO MEN ALLOWED ,SAPPHIC SHIBARI performance.

Must have been 100 lesbians, NBs, heck maybe some cis straight women idk, packed like sardines. Trans women, muslims. Dancing, drinking, sitting in a corner. Highly illegal! Haram af. God save my dirty little soul.

I felt like an imposter but that lessened as the night went on. Looking back, I wonder if a few offhand comments I made could've been seen as aggressive (classic "oh no what if I'm a predatory trans woman" worry). But my friend's partner, who I'd never met before, said I have a very calm, grounding presence. So it must have been okay!!

People move aside from each other. It's safe if someone bumps into you. It's ok if your skirt rides up. Compliments flew left and right. My girlfriend won Best Dressed. They blasted Hot to Go and gave her a crown and sash. I kissed her in front of everybody.

The organizer said she wonders if she's doing enough. But that event felt revolutionary. I think it had the best vibes of any event I've been to. What a huge fucking win!

[mermaidsirennikita]

NOVEMBER 2024 LGBT+ ROMANCE RECS

It's always important to support diverse books, y'all. This isn't new.

But on a financial and outspoken level, it's going to be important in the coming days for Americans (and honestly, unfortunately, non-Americans too) to support queer (and BIPOC) books.

So, with no preamble.... And I do want to make clear, I'm a cis white woman (sexuality: God, I don't even know anymore)... Queer books I think you should try—

F/F:

Make the Season Bright by Ashley Herring-Blake. Contemporary. CHRISTMAS. Charlotte heads to her best friend's house for the holidays, only to find that her best friend's sister brought HER best friend... Brighton, Charlotte's childhood sweetheart who left her at the altar years ago. Angst, lots of holiday dating, and hot hot sex ensue.

Seas and Greetings by Sierra Simone and Julie Murphy. Contemporary. Christmas-adjacent. A high-end influencer embarks on a brand cruise with a stern, super hot bodyguard. But someone is threatening to expose her secret... (not her bisexuality).

This Will Be Fun by E.B. Asher. Fantasy. Years after their fearless leader is killed saving the world, a fgroup of heroes must come back together to... save the world again? Sort of? Two core romances, one of which is m/f and one of which is f/f—a nerdy witchy agoraphobic type comes back into play with the assassin she used to hook up with on previous quests.

Set the Record Straight by Hannah Bonam-Young. Contemporary. Christmas! A pair of friends do the classic fake dating thing when one of them needs a girlfriend for a work function and the other needs a girlfriend to show up her ex at a holiday get together. Bi awakening, very sweet, novella.

An Island Princess Starts a Scandal by Adriana Herrera. Historical. Latina and Afro-Latina leads. An heiress strikes a deal with an older businesswoman; she'll give the businesswoman the property she wants in exchange for an introduction and adventure in sapphic Paris before our girl has to marry a man. Truly excellent content.

The Stars Too Fondly by Emily Hamilton. Sci-fi. A scientist ends up accidentally launching herself and her friends into space, and their only help is the hologram of the ship's former captain, who mysteriously went missing with her entire crew years ago. Also, she's a hot ice queen.

A Sweet Sting of Salt by Rose Sutherland. Historical fantasy. A midwife helps a mysterious fisherman's wife give birth, only to find that the woman's origins may be more mystical than they seem. Spoiler alert: lesbian selkies. Also spoiler alert: Comeuppance for a shitty, shitty husband.

A Long Time Dead by Samara Breger. Historical paranormal. A sex worker is transformed into a vampire and enters into a looooong term sapphic love triangle with the villain of the novel and the uptight, persnickety mentor who's taken her in. Kinda like Interview with the Vampire, but hotter and gayer (yes) and way less of a sausage fest.

Mortal Follies by Alexis Hall. Historical fantasy. A young debutante in a "Midsummer Night's Dream x Pride and Prejudice" type world ends up hexed and in a back and forth with a mysterious lady duke rumored to have committed at least two murders.

The Conquering of Tate the Pious by Sierra Simone. Historical. A medieval abbess has to defend her nunnery against the villainous lady conqueror who's come to town. "Defend" can mean many things, FYI.

The Fiancee Farce by Alexandra Bellefleur. Contemporary. A fun little fake dating inheritance game book, in which a cover model/heiress convinces a woman who's already been pretending that she's his girlfriend to quiet questions, to... You know. Fake being her fiancee. In a farce.

M/M

The Will Darling Adventures by KJ Charles. Trilogy, historical. A WWI vet gets entangled with capers and espionage, while falling for a former Bolshevik upper class danger man. SO FUN.

The Gentle Art of Fortune Hunting by KJ Charles. Historical. A romcom in which a prickly upper class man strikes a deal... of a carnal nature... after catching a fortune hunter trying to seduce his niece.

The Witch Walker Series by Charissa Weaks. Fantasy. Multiple romances, and the primary is M/F, but there are multiple POVs and a prominent, excellent, villain second chance romance between two men, both of whom have POVs. Additionally, the hero of the M/F romance has recently been revealed to be bi through the offshoot Tales from Tiressia. Yay!

We Could Be So Good by Cat Sebastian. Historical. 1950s reporters begin as friends, then become roommates, then become... more than roommates.

You Should Be So Lucky by Cat Sebastian. Historical. A baseball player on a rough streak and a grieving and snippy reporter following him around on the sports beat get entangled.

The Queer Principles of Kit Webb by Cat Sebastian. Historical. A former highwayman-turned-cafe-owner agrees to mentor a dandy in the art of highwaymanery so that he can steal from his horrible father. Has deminisexual rep, as well as disability rep.

Glitterland by Alexis Hall. Contemporary. A bipolar down on his luck author hooks up with a working class club kid, then accidentally ends up in a relationship.

Saint by Sierra Simone. Contemporary. A monk ends up touring monasteries with his reporter ex-boyfriend. Lots of exploration of mental health here (and it's super hot).

The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen by KJ Charles. Historical. A new baronet moves to the marsh to care for his messy family, only to find out that one of the leading members the local organized crime family is that guy he used to anonymously hook up with.

The Nobleman's Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel by KJ Charles. A veteran turned nobleman employs a secretary in order to help him hold on to his title (his family hates him) only to realize... that secretary... is hot.

Snow Place Like L.A. by Sierra Simone and Julie Murphy. Contemporary. Christmas-adjacent. A costume designer runs into the one who got away and is SUPER BITTER. But, you know. It's a time for forgiveness.

Mafia Target by Mila Finelli. Dark/mafia. An assassin after a prominent don's son gets obsessed in a different way, and their game of cat and mouse becomes something more.

Band Sinister by KJ Charles. Historical. A flustered young innocent ends up having to head over to the Dangerous House after his sister has to rest there following an injury. Finds out that the group of scoundrels there are both better and worse than he thought. Sendup to gothics!

Heated Rivalry and The Long Game by Rachel Reid. Hockey contemporary. A pair of connected books about the long-term relationship between two hockey rivals, which begins as a hookup situationship and turns into something more... One of my ultimates!

Something Fabulous by Alexis Hall. Historical. After the woman he proposes to runs away, a stuffy duke enlists her fabulous twin brother to help him catch her... Demi rep.

Trans and NB

The Prospects by KT Hoffman. Baseball contemporary. The first trans man in the league ends up on the same team as the guy who abandoned their friendship years ago—leading to a rivalry... which leads to another thing.

Rules for Ghosting by Shelly Jay Shore. Light paranormal. A ghost-seeing trans guy ends up having to return to helping with his family's funeral home... And falls for a volunteer... only that volunteer's husband is currently haunting him. Jewish rep.

Most Ardently by Gabriel Cole Navoa. Historical. YA. A Pride and Prejudice retelling in which we have Oliver Bennet, a trans boy trying his best, and Darcy, the dude he hates.

A Shore Thing by Joanna Lowell. Historical. A widow ends up on a long distance bicycle race with a rakish former artist turned bicycle fiend, who happens to be trans. As a note, the author is married to a trans man who happens to be a queer historian!

Chef's Choice by TJ Alexander. Contemporary. A down on her luck woman agrees to pretend to date a Frenchman from a billionaire family as he embarks on an ancestral cooking challenge. Both leads are trans.

A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall. Historical. After faking her death at Waterloo in order to transition, a woman ends up tending to her former best friend as he recovers from PTSD and a laudanum addiction. He doesn't recognize her at first. At first... Disability and addiction rep.

For the Love of April French by Penny Aimes. Contemporary. A trans woman hooks up with a stranger, only to discover he's just been hired as a higher-up with her company.

The Pairing by Casey McQuiston. Contemporary. Exes (one of whom has come out as NB since they broke up) end up on the same European food and wine tour years later, and agree to reestablish their friendship (dating back to childhood) in a competition to see who can hook up with the most people.

His Valet by S.M. LaViolette. Historical. An NB valet (uses she/her pronouns in respect to the era) pretends to be a man while infatuated with her boss. In order to have a few nights with him, they take up the identity of a mysterious widow... And it spirals BIG TIME from there.

Unmasked by the Marquess by Cat Sebastian. Historical. A marquess believes his new best friend is a man—they're actually in disguise (uses she/her pronouns in respect to the era). After he discovers their true identity, the friendship yields to more...

Something Spectacular by Alexis Hall. Historical. A genderfluid dandy sets out to grudgingly help her ex seduce a castrato soprano... Only to capture their attention herself.

Queer Non-Monogamy (Everyone Is Together To Be Clear)

Triple Sec by TJ Alexander. Contemporary. Open poly triad romance. A bartender meets a sparkly lawyer, only to find out that the sparkly lawyer has an NB spouse. While our bartender dates the lawyer at first, she soon begins recognizing a tension between herself and her new girlfriend's prickly, aloof wife...

The New Camelot Trilogy by Sierra Simone. Dark contemporary, closed triad. A retelling of King Arthur set within the presidency. Super sexy, super angsty, suuuuper poly.

The Lyonesse Series by Sierra Simone (ongoing). Dark contemporary, closed triad (presumably). A retelling of Tristan and Isolde, in which a bodyguard falls for his boss, then is sent to collect said boss's fiancee... And the shit really hits the fan. Again, super hot, really intense.

The Thornchapel Series by Sierra Simone. Dark light paranormal. Closed(ish) triad with a secondary but prominent monogamous f/f romance. A group of childhood friends get back together just in time for a mysterious magic to begin wreaking havoc on the land... VERY dark academia with some pretty intense taboo (message me if concerned).

Consort of Fire and Queen of Dreams by Kit Rocha. Fantasy, closed triad. A princess sets out to marry a dragon shifter known for killing his previous spouses—except she, with the help of her handmaiden and lover, sets out to kill HIM.

Give Me More by Sara Cate. Contemporary, closed triad. A married couple and their best friend set out on a road trip together, only for things to become... blurred.

[miauentity]

Can u tell i like one sided relationships /hj

My thoughts abt this chart:

I think Izaack is super gay. He hides it perfectly under this hypermasculine facade. He thinks that the silly businessman with a crisp purple suit is cute af too

Robertsky definitely gets a slight crush on almost any woman he meets but its never anything substantial and serious. This stems from his low self-esteem and loneliness

Roman is suspicious of Mclooy bc he thinks he has a crush on his wife. He's right but can't do anything about it because Mclooy is a gentleman. Him and Lois sometimes get into heated discussions about this

Steven is closeted. His father often asks when he'll get a girl but could never tell him the truth about the fine young man (dr. Afton) he saw at the grocery store (only to find out they live in the same building)

I said this before that Elenois is sapphic (so is Selenne) but i dont think they really notice the neighbors enough to know them. So they most likely catch feelings for co-stars

I really like AlbertskyxMargarette thanks to one of yalls cute asf fanarts

i dont have a lot of hcs for the nightmare residents relationships bc honestly in my head, they all dont really care about each other??? Other than occasional bickering but thats it

[barclaysangel]

Death by her Side

And here it is! My fully sapphic vampire x death story! Wow…in complete disbelief that this random idea I had came out to a short story that’s close to 10K words. Insane af. But I’m proud of myself and the motivation I received along the way, it meant the world to me! I do have ideas for a spinoff story involving witches, over a decade after this story, but that requires making even MORE characters and I don’t think I have it in me. So for now, no story. I may jump into some Chucky fanfiction and/or continue my sapphic human x mermaid/siren story before I start my new semester of grad school next month. Anyway, I hope you guys like this and PLEASE leave comments if you do, it motivates me to post more of my stories if you do so!

Thank you and enjoy :)

Tags: @streets-in-paradise @cult-of-dollbabies @morganandtheemorgana @fairchilds-glasses

Word count: 9.2K

Magdalena Iglesias was 24 years old when she was turned against her will. 

A wicked and monstrous man named Nathaniel Murrow had been enraptured by her beauty and wanted her for his bride, his mate for eternity. 

He followed her down the alleyway, a shortcut to her home, and pinned her to the cobblestone ground with his body while his fangs punctured the soft flesh of her neck. 

Magdalena had tried screaming, but to no avail, no one would hear her. No one would care. 

She was no one. 

As her consciousness began to slip away, Magdalena saw someone. 

A woman standing some distance away, watching intently. She wore a long black dress and corset wrapped tightly around her frame, a black hood almost hiding her face but her piercing blue eyes were noticeable. 

But Magdalena could not focus on her for long because the moment Nathaniel cut open his own wrist with his teeth, feeding her his own blood, the image of the woman slipped away. 

She was gone as quickly as she came and her body turned cold. 

It was clear that Magdalena was part of the undead now, the ones that feasted on blood. And she despised Nathaniel for turning her into the demon children fear at night. She had tried to kill him but was too weak to do so, something he enjoyed mentioning one too many times. 

Instead, she had to kill others. To drink their blood just as he had with hers. 

She would be lying if she said that the taste of blood was not the most delicious thing she ever tasted. Filled her with delight and the warmth she had been missing since her turning. 

But there was also something else. 

Each time Magdalena fed on her new victim, she would see the woman in black. Watching with that same intent yet neutral look. And the more she saw the woman, the more Magdalena realized little details about her. 

Her skin was pale, so pale she was almost grey. 

Her curls were long and a soft brown color, almost looking like there were streaks of copper in them. 

And in one hand, there was a scythe. 

Magdalena always wondered about who the woman was. Perhaps she was a figment of her imagination? She must be. No one else has seen her, even Nathaniel has not. He just found her ‘delusions’ to be amusing. 

Perhaps she was delusional. Perhaps he took her sanity along with her soul. But she did not care. None of it mattered. 

She had already lost everything. 

Her family. 

Her heart. 

Her life. 

At the very least, Magdalena just wanted to hang onto the woman in black in her imagination. 

That was all she wanted. 

And for decades, Magdalena built her strength. She agreed to be Nathaniel’s bride, and let him take her as he wanted every night. Let him think that she loved him when in reality, her mind wandered elsewhere. 

Her mind was focused solely on revenge. 

Until finally, one night, she got him where she wanted him. 

Magdalena was 62 years old when she straddled his hips, her mouth on his and her hand on a wooden stake that she kept hidden. 

Then she made sure that her stake met his heart, just like how his fangs met her throat all those years ago. 

Blood spurted as he screeched like an unholy demon, his body convulsing until he was nothing more than blood and other bodily matter all over their once shared bed. Magdalena was out of breath but so full of glee. She was covered head to toe in his blood, even licking parts of him off her hands and the wooden stake. 

Then, she felt something. A cold yet warm presence, something she felt before, making her slowly turn her head. 

The woman in black was there in the corner of the room, scythe in hand, her hood down this time, but there was a different look in her bright blue eyes. 

A look of pride. 

It made Magdalena’s insides flutter. 

“Are you God?” She asked, trying to find her words. 

The woman now looked amused, shaking her head. “I am not.” 

“The devil then?” Magdalena asked instead. 

She smiled just slightly. “No.” The woman in black said simply before stepping toward Magdalena, unfazed by the blood that coated her body. Instead, she took the bloodied stake from her hand, tossing it to the side. 

The woman’s blue eyes met her maroon ones, and then she spoke her next words clearly and strongly. “I am Death.” 

Death. 

The word that would strike fear in Magdalena as a child. A word that still did. 

But it was different now. She had taken lives. She had killed. 

And now Death was standing before her, just after she slaughtered her maker. 

Who knew Death could look like an angel. 

“Have you come to take me?” Magdalena asked but she was not afraid. If Death was here for her, to finally pay for her sins, then she would allow it. 

Death smiled gently and shook her head. “No. I have already taken a part of you. Your mortal soul.” 

Magdalena tilted her head just slightly. “I remember you. I saw you, when I was…” 

Death nodded, a sympathetic look in her eyes. “Yes. But I could not intervene. I cannot. I am only here to guide those who have passed or to ensure they go where they are supposed to. Nathaniel will not harm you ever again.” 

She swallowed thickly, trying to push down the tears that threatened to come out, tears of blood and pure relief as she let out a long breath. 

Free. 

She was finally free. 

After a moment, Magdalena asked her next question. “If you are not here for me…then why can I see you before me?” 

“I do not know,” Death answered truthfully, “many cannot. Even creatures of the night, such as yourself. No one can see me unless I allow them to. But I have never allowed you to see me. You are…a conundrum.” 

Magdalena did not know why that sparked something in her. She was a mystery, a paradox, a conundrum. 

How incredibly lovely. 

Death stared at her some more, her eyes staring so intently before she took a step back. “I must go. More spirits to guide and collect. Quite laborious work.” 

“Will I see you again?” Magdalena asked without thinking twice. 

For a moment, she feared that she had been far too desperate, but Death only smiled. “You need blood and I need souls. We will meet again.” 

Magdalena smiled watching Death turn away before she suddenly rose to her feet. “Wait! I…I am Magdalena. Magdalena Iglesias.” 

She didn’t know exactly why she felt the need to introduce herself to Death herself, but the woman in black merely turned back around and smiled sweetly at her. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Magdalena…” she paused for a moment before speaking again, “You may call me Thanathea.” 

Thanathea. 

Oh, the name that sounded so holy, so beautiful, as if it would haunt Magdalena for the rest of her days and she would allow it without another thought. 

Thanathea. 

And without another word, Thanathea was gone. Leaving Magdalena all alone. 

She could not wait to see her again. 

The next night when Magdalena was on the hunt, this time her victim was a mortal man that resembled Nathaniel in his unrelenting perversion, she again saw Thanathea. 

For so long, she would be forced to hunt young girls, girls that reminded her of herself. But now, Magdalena swore to herself that she would only go after those who resembled her maker in mortal form. 

His blood and screams were much more delicious compared to her other meals. 

And just like before, Magdalena saw her. Her fangs were on the center of his throat, some blood spraying her face as she kept him pinned below her body. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was seeing Thanathea there, watching her with that same look of pride, her blue eyes sparkling. 

When the man was finally drained, Magdalena pulled away, her face and even her chest covered in blood. But Thanathea did not look afraid. Well, she was Death after all. Perhaps she had seen much worse. 

“You came.” Magdalena said softly, smiling at her. 

“You took a life. So I came.” Thanathea replied simply, scythe in her hand and she drew it near the man’s corpse. The blade glowed a bright shade of gold until it faded away. 

“What was that?” Magdalena asked in curiosity, tilting her head to the side. 

“I collected his soul. I will take him to where he belongs soon enough.” Thanathea told her as Magdalena stood up to face her. 

It still surprised her to know that she was standing this close to Death. Death, in all her glory, was even taller than her, and there was a certain coldness yet warmth surrounding her. 

How peculiar. 

“Is there a heaven? And hell?” Magdalena asked. It seemed as if she had a million questions whenever she saw Thanathea. 

She simply shrugged her shoulders. “There is all and none. It varies on one’s belief. But I am very real, I can say that. Death comes for everyone.” 

“Will you come for me again?” 

The silence was quite loud before Thanathea finally replied. “I cannot answer that. No one knows when or if their time will come. I shall not answer.”

It made Magdalena frown just slightly. There was a part of her that wished for Thanathea to take her. She missed her family, her life, the future she could have had. All of it was gone without a second thought. 

Now here she was, a monster that feasted on blood every single night and had to hide from the sun unless she would burn to a crisp. 

Suddenly, Thanathea took a step closer and wiped some of the blood off Magdalena’s cheeks with both of her thumbs, her eyes looking gentle and sympathetic. “Immortality can be a blessing and a curse. Enjoy the blessing. Live your life. It is what matters. Do not allow yourself to be held back. You are free. What will you do with your freedom?” 

What will you do with your freedom? 

Magdalena wished she had the answer. 

“I do not know.” She finally answered, looking down. “I have not had freedom in so long. I have lost my family. I cannot go back to them, not like this. I have no friends nor allies. I am simply…alone.” 

Thanathea did not say anything for a moment. She watched Magdalena silently, an unreadable expression on her face, before she finally smiled. “You are not alone now. For I will be your friend.” 

Those words brought comfort to Magdalena, comfort she had not felt in decades. 

She did not know how long Thanathea would be her friend but she knew that she would treasure her kindness and friendship until her immortal form had finally passed. 

Magdalena was 73 years old when she wished to have a child. 

She had wanted to be a mother for a very long time, ever since she was a child herself. But that dream of hers was stolen away by that monster, leaving her unable to ever conceive. 

“Did you ever want to have a child?” Magdalena asked Thanathea suddenly one day, the both of them sitting near one another on a bench, the moon illuminating the dark streets just as a woman walked by, holding an infant in her arms. 

“I do not know,” Thanathea replied after a moment of consideration, “I have been quite busy. I have helped young ones pass on, holding their hand as they crossed over. I never thought of becoming a mother all that much.” 

Magdalena nodded in understanding. She was sure that it must have been different for Thanathea, being Death, an entity as old as time itself. Surely, she would not have the time to want to have a child. 

“You wished to become a mother?” Thanathea asked her, almost rhetorically. 

“I always have.” Magdalena responded without hesitating. “I wanted to have many children. It was the only reason I wished for a viable suitor.”

“You desired to be married?” 

“Yes. I wanted to be married. I would only need a husband for the sole purpose of procreation. That is the only importance to me of a man.” Magdalena told her calmly. 

Thanathea chuckled under her breath, an amused look glistening in her vibrant blue eyes. “Men bring more issues than what they are worth. Perhaps one day they will not be needed.”

“I could not agree more,” Magdalena answered before smirking, “until then, I shall drink the blood of men and decrease their population. And help your business as well, of course.”

Death herself smirked as well and rested her cool hand over Magdalena’s, making her blood feel as if it was rushing throughout her body. “Thank you, my night.” 

Magdalena was 81 years old when Thanathea gave her a cottage in the woods. 

Ever since she killed Nathaniel, she had been staying at his mansion. She never enjoyed it, but she could not go to the streets. The sunlight alone would kill her. Nor did Magdalena wish to break into the houses of mortals, killing families just to have some shelter. 

The mansion would have to do, even if it was hard for her to remember all that she has been through because of that monster. 

“Your mind wanders, my creature of the night.” Thanathea said suddenly one night, sprawled against one of the seats in a lazing manner with her scythe lying on the floor beside her. “What ails you?”

Magdalena’s pose was rigid with her back pressed against the wall, a glass of fresh blood in her hand in almost a tight grasp. She forced a smile at Death herself, shaking her head just slightly. “My apologies, muerte. Sometimes my mind goes back to the past. I cannot control it. I feel as if I am still stuck with that man. This place haunts all of my memories.” 

Thanathea smiled sadly yet gently before sitting up some more, raising one hand toward the blood drinker. “Come. Sit by me.”

Like a moth drawn to fire, Magdalena moved towards Thanathea wordlessly and without another thought, sitting beside her. “Drink up. I would like to show you something.” Death told her, even tapping the center of her throat before Magdalena drank the blood from her glass.

Perhaps she was wrapped so tightly around Death’s finger. 

They walked for a while, going deeper and deeper into the woods. Magdalena knew she could get to the destination in seconds by running and even that Thanathea herself could teleport them both there. But it seemed as if Thanathea would rather enjoy the detour the longer way.

Magdalena would not complain. She enjoyed the adventure after spending much of her afterlife under lock and key. 

“If I did not know any better, I would assume that you are luring me to my death.” 

“You have already died, Magdalena.” Thanathea replied swiftly, sounding just a little amused. 

“I could die again.” Magdalena jumped in with a playful smile. “You could put a stake through my heart. Or perhaps tie me to a tree and wait until the sun rises. Maybe even cut me into little bits with your scythe.” 

Thanathea raised an eyebrow at her. “You think that I could kill you?” She asked and moved her scythe closer to Magdalena’s arm, the sharp blade just grazing against her bare skin. 

It made the creature of the night shiver in anticipation. 

“I hope not.” Magdalena responded after a moment, her maroon eyes staring deeply into Death’s eyes. 

Thanathea smiled, chuckling quietly before removing her scythe. “I will not harm you. I swear upon it. You are safe with me. Besides, you are my friend. What kind of friend would I be if I intended to wish you ill will?” 

“Not a very good friend, of course.” Magdalena said and giggled under her breath, staring up at her. “Do not worry. I merely jest. I trust you, madam death.” 

“Good,” Death told her with a smile before taking her hand, “follow me, we are near to my surprise.” 

Magdalena walked right beside Thanathea, still spending the next few moments curious about what possible surprise Death had in store for her before she saw it. 

It was a small but precious looking cottage deep into the woods, far from civilization. There was a warm feeling to it but she could sense its emptiness. The cottage held no owner. 

“It is lovely,” Magdalena told her with a soft smile, turning her head to look at Death, “but why have you shown it to me?” 

“Because it is yours now.” Thanathea said suddenly. 

The creature of the night paused momentarily. “What do you mean?”

“The cottage is yours. Away from the mansion, away from your pain and suffering. There is a coffin inside for you as well. It is small but I…I do hope you like it.”

There was a hesitancy in Thanathea’s voice, something Magdalena had never heard before. The cosmic being seemed as if she was nervous. Even as she looked at Thanathea, Magdalena could see a certain bashfulness surrounding her facial expression, her body language, like she was concerned that the bloodsucker would not want the cottage. 

It was truly sweet to see Thanathea like this, realizing that Magdalena might have an affect on her as much as Thanathea has an affect on her. 

Magdalena’s grip around Death’s hand tightened slightly, a genuine and true smile gracing her face. “You are too kind, Thanathea. Thank you. How can I ever repay you?”

Thanathea smiled happily back at her, her shoulders relaxing and her thumb began rubbing against Magdalena’s knuckles. “Your friendship is all I desire, Magdalena. That is all I can ask from you for the time being.” 

And for the creature of the night, that was all she wanted as well. 

Magdalena was 95 years old when she realized that the feelings she had for Thanathea was much more than friendship. 

They had been by each other’s side for three decades, easing Magdalena’s loneliness and filling her with joy. She had forgotten what it felt like to have a friend after nearly forty years of isolation and was cherishing every moment with Thanathea. 

But something began to change although she did not know exactly when it started. 

Magdalena did not know when she began feeling the urge to run her fingers through Thanathea’s curls. 

Magdalena did not know when she began feeling like she was drowning in Thanathea’s blue eyes but enjoying every moment of it. 

Magdalena did not know when she began to crave Thanathea’s touch, how she would beg inside her mind for Death to touch her hand once more. 

Magdalena did not know when she began to find herself lost as she stared at Thanathea’s lips, wondering if they would be soft or harsh, cold or warm, against her own. 

All Magdalena knew was that something about Thanathea made her feel completely alive and human again and she didn’t want to give that feeling up. 

Magdalena tried her hardest to remember if she has felt this way before, for any of the boys in her village. But the more she thought of it, the more she realized that she only felt this way for one of her friends, a young girl who was bright and lovely. She married young and Magdalena remembered feeling heartbroken in a way that she could not describe nor could she tell anyone about it. 

But now the feeling was back at full force, stronger than ever. And despite all her years and wisdom, Magdalena did not know how to navigate and shift her feelings to turn a different route. 

“Have you ever been in love?” Magdalena asked one day, a thought that simply bursted past her lips, as they walked beside one another along the streets. Thanathea had made herself visible to the mortal eye, her scythe tucked away from anyone’s view. 

Thanathea had not said anything for a moment, seeming like she was thinking the question over before responding. “I have not. Even though I am a cosmic entity, other entities try to…stay away from me. With my job, of course. Death is a frightening thing.”

“I am not afraid.” Magdalena told her without another thought, looking away briefly before looking back at her. “I have walked beside Death. I have experienced death. I partake in death every day of immortal life. I do not fear you, Thanathea. I never will.” 

Thanathea looked at her, wearing an unreadable expression before her eyes glistened and she rested her hand on Magdalena’s shoulder. “You are very kind. A wonderful creature of the night. I am grateful for your friendship.”

Friendship. Of course. Friendship. Thanathea is an all powerful omnipotent being. She could never feel anything more than friendship for a bloodsucker like her. 

It stung, it hurt. But Magdalena still smiled. She would keep her thoughts to herself and value her friendship with Death herself. 

The last thing she wanted was to ruin everything and lose her only friend. 

Magdalena was 108 years old when she experienced the kiss of death. 

She had kept her big secret to herself for over a decade, hiding it so well that she strongly believed that she fooled Death herself. She had to, it was the only choice she had as to not destroy their friendship, even when it teetered on something more, something deeper. 

But it was okay. Everything was just fine, Magdalena had everything under control. 

“Shhhh, hush now…” Magdalena found herself whispering to the man squirming in her arms, trying to escape and failing each time, with her hand clasped tightly over his mouth to suppress his screams, “My beloved awaits…” she told him before sinking her fangs into his neck. 

No matter how many times she fed from mortals, she would never get over the rush she got the moment their blood was down her throat. It was delicious and something she craved more of, she would drink and drink until the body was finally empty, filling her body with momentary warmth and pleasure, as if the blood was an aphrodisiac. 

Perhaps it was. But Magdalena enjoyed it each and every time. 

“Your beloved?” The blood drinker heard an all too familiar voice behind her, turning to look at Thanathea quickly and then dropped the corpse as she stood up. 

“You finally came. I was beginning to wonder if I would have to kill another just to get your attention.” Magdalena told her with a shy chuckle, licking some of the blood off her lips. 

“My apologies, my night, I was preoccupied with other souls. But I am here now, as always,” Thanathea told her with a smile, waving her scythe over the body and just like always, it glowed a beautiful shade of gold, “you did call me your beloved, did you not?”

Magdalena could feel her cheeks flushing from the newfound blood in her body, chuckling under her breath and looking down at the ground momentarily. “I…I did. Yes. You are my beloved friend, after all.” She told Death, smiling as well and hoped, prayed even, that Thanathea would believe her. 

She truly did not want to lose everything and be left alone all over again. 

“How sweet. Like an angel of death.” Thanathea told her with a smile. 

Magdalena sighed quietly in relief. “Are there angels of death?” She asked curiously. 

“Oh, yes. Quite a few. Although they mostly appear for young ones whose time has come. They provide them comfort in their last few moments.”

“I would die again before I ever harmed a child.” Magdalena pointed out. 

“I know you would,” Thanathea replied, still smiling at her, “it is very admirable, your dedication to the little ones. Very sweet as well. My beloved.” 

It should not, it really should not, but those two words made the blood swirl inside of Magdalena, making her crave even more for Thanathea to call her that over and over and over again until she finally took her immortal soul to the Underworld. 

“No one has ever called me their beloved before.” Magdalena told her, almost shyly, almost bashfully. 

“They were fools,” Thanathea told her as she took a step closer to her, “no one has called me their beloved either. Only you, my night. Only you.” 

Those blue eyes, those beautiful bright blue eyes, were staring so deeply into Magdalena’s maroon eyes. Like she was trying to read everything about her, read her soul. She would let her, of course. She would let Thanathea do whatever she would like. 

Because even if Death might not know it, Magdalena’s heart belonged to hers and would be for the rest of her immortal life. 

“Lena? May I ask you something?” Thanathea asked suddenly, making the creature of the night a little surprised before nodding while the nickname made her feel all flushed. 

“Of course you can, Thea.” She replied, using a nickname for her as well. 

“Do you know what it is like to fall in love?”

Of all the questions that she could have asked, that was not a question Magdalena expected. 

There were a million things that she wanted to scream, to let Thanathea know exactly how it feels like. But she had to be discreet, cautious. 

She couldn’t let Death know the truth. 

“I am unsure. I…I feel very strong feelings. Where the person is all you can think of. Where you wake up every night, wishing to see them. Wanting to see them happy. To see them smile. To have them touch you. To spend time with them. You want nothing but the best for them and you’ll push everything aside just to keep them with you and not shatter everything. I…it is just a nice feeling, I believe.” 

I have said too much, have I not? Magdalena thought to herself, no longer looking at Thanathea. She should have just said no, should have just kept her mouth shut. She should have never said anything at all, after a century of being alive, she should have known better!

Thanathea took another step toward her and then a hand was on her shoulder before slowly moving to her chin, lifting her head up to make sure that Magdalena was looking at her. “I have only felt that way once in my lifetime. Just once. Magdalena, my beloved…I have fallen in love with you.” 

Magdalena’s breath hitched in her throat. 

Was this real? 

“Thea…I love you. I…I have for many years. I do not know if this is wrong or right. I just know that I love you. That I have craved you for so long. I want you and only you, my Lady Death. I swear it.” Magdalena told her truthfully, leaning her cheek closer to Death’s hand. 

Thanathea smiled at her, her blue eyes lighting up. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then she began moving closer to Magdalena, her movements slow, as if she was giving the blood drinker a chance to pull away, to refuse. 

But Magdalena would never do that, not to her beloved. 

Then, finally, Thanathea’s lips were on hers. 

And every part of her exploded. 

Magdalena had kissed before and felt nothing. They were simply kisses with no attachments, only brought on by force. But this was entirely different. Thanathea’s lips were intoxicating, mouthwatering. She wanted more of it and for it to never stop. 

Without another word, the blood drinker pulled Thanathea closer to her, her hands all over her body and her mind spinning. “Take me home.” Magdalena whispered breathlessly before she felt Death’s shadows all around them, taking them both to the cottage, their home, where they remained attached to each other’s bodies until the sun rose above the sky. 

Magdalena was 116 years old when she first tasted Thanathea’s blood. 

The bloodsucker, or vampire as some of the mortals began calling creatures like her, would be lying if she said that she never wanted to take a bite out of Thanathea. 

She could not help herself. She was curious after over fifty years of friendship and nearly a decade of being lovers. Magdalena never even knew if Death had blood. But she had to have had something because the vampire could smell how delicious her scent was. Similar to the smell of mortal's blood inside their body, but there was something stronger, something different that made her want to have just a taste. 

“If I did not know any better, I would think that you are about to make me your newest victim.” Thanathea said while she was polishing her scythe with a black cloth while Magdalena’s lips were on her neck, light and soft, with her fangs just barely grazing against her soft flesh. 

“Hmmm…why ever would you ask that, my heart and soul?” She asked innocently, still kissing and feeling her fangs brush against Thanathea’s neck, anticipatory, craving for a bite. 

“Because your thoughts are quite loud as well as your actions.” Death replied, an amused tone shining through in her voice. 

Magdalena giggled under her breath, her hands now trailing up and down Thanathea’s exposed arms. “Well, I do not intend on making you my next victim. I just…want to have a taste.”

“Lena, my darling, the blood of a cosmic entity could kill you.” 

“Even if it’s just a drop? Just one little taste on my tongue?” Magdalena tried to bargain, tilting her head in front of Death, batting her maroon eyes at her. 

Thanathea sighed loudly, not saying anything for a moment as she stared back at the vampire before nodding. “Just one drop. That is all. Nothing more.” 

Magdalena immediately grinned and then tried to sink her fangs into Thanathea’s neck but she pulled away just before the vampire could. “No no. Easy, my love. I will do it.” 

She was confused for a moment before Death took her scythe and pressed the sharp blade to her finger. In that very moment, Magdalena could smell the blood that emerged from her lover’s prick finger, gold instead of red. It made her mouth water at the sight and smell, wanting nothing more than to taste her blood. 

Magdalena was craving it, desiring it, wanting as many drops as she could manage. So when Thanathea brought her finger closer to the vampire’s face, Magdalena automatically opened her mouth and closed her lips around Death’s finger. 

Everything exploded in that moment. 

No amount of mortal blood could ever compare to the blood of a cosmic being, a deity, so delicious and making Magdalena crave for it, sucking the blood, swallowing the few drops, desiring for more and more of her blood. 

Then, as quickly as it came, Thanathea pulled her finger away, making the vampire whine like a child for just a moment to be withdrawn from the exquisite blood that she was tasting. “That is enough, my love. I cannot allow you to drink any more, you will burst into flames if you continue.” 

“It would be a worthy death.” Magdalena said simply, feeling almost out of breath with her mind spiraling as her mouth and body processed the immortal blood she consumed. 

“I may be Death, but I will not allow you to die because of me.” Thanathea told her, sounding amused again. 

“Perhaps just a little, my beloved? Un beso de muerte?” Magdalena asked her sweetly, taking Death’s hand and pressed a kiss to each of Thanathea’s fingers and then her palm before resting her hand on top of the vampire’s chest, Death taking control as her hand slowly began to descend. 

“Who would I be to deny love to you?” Thanathea asked rhetorically with a smirk, before her body was on Magdalana’s and her mouth on hers, throwing her into another night of pleasure. 

Magdalena was 127 years old when she learned that vampires were not the only supernatural beings walking the earth. 

A part of her truly never thought of other entities or beings there could be beside her. She spent so long stuck with that monster during her first few decades as a vampire, that the thought of other creatures lurking around did not dawn on her. And then Thanathea came around, filling her dark life with light despite being Death. It brought her comfort and security, so once again, the thought did not occur to her. 

Until one day. 

“Are werewolves real?” Magdalena asked suddenly, book in hand, with her head on Thanathea’s lap. 

Death raised an eyebrow, looking almost amused. “Why, of course they are, my night. Why would they not be?” 

“They are?!” She exclaimed in astonishment, sitting upright and turning toward her lover. “How do you know? Have you met them?” 

“In a way, I have.” Thanathea told her, “I do help guide souls over. Mortal, werewolf, and otherwise.” 

“Otherwise? Are there more? Like…mermaids? Sirens? Witches? Warlocks?” 

“Yes. Yes. Yes. And yes. Although in certain regions, mermaids and sirens are the same as one. The same for witches and warlocks, separated by genders but it is all about personal identification.” 

Magdalena’s mouth opened, looking completely surprised still. Thanathea chuckled quietly before bringing her finger under the vampire’s chin, gently pushing her jaw back up. “Lena, did you truly not know about this?” 

“No! Of course not!” She quickly said. “I thought they were myths, stories mortals come up with to keep their unfulfilling lives entertained.” 

“Well, those mortals had to have had inspiration for those stories, would they not?” Death asked her, still looking amused herself.

“I suppose you are right,” Magdalena huffed under her breath before moving closer to Thanathea, resting her head on her shoulder, “can you tell me about them, my Death?”

“About who?”

“All of them? As much as you know.” 

Thanathea smiled at her. “Hmm…it is rare for someone to turn into a werewolf. Most are born. Although if a strong enough werewolf bites or scratches a mortal, it can trigger a transformation by the next full moon. And the werewolves tend to stay within their own pack, very rare for them to become rogue or deviate toward a different pack.” 

“Fascinating…I wonder if they smell like wet dogs.” 

“Oh, be kind,” Thanathea chuckled again, “mermaids and sirens are born the way they are. Impossible to be turned, unlike vampires and werewolves. Although they can go on land and have legs, the transformation can be quite painful that not all survive. It is very unfortunate.” 

“It is,” Magdalena agreed while nodding, “and the witches and warlocks?” 

“Born so. Yet they are quite an enigma. Some witches can have mortal children while mortals can have witch children. It can be quite random and depend on their blood and strength. There are many types of witches too. Elementals, healing, divination. Some more common, some not. Spirit witches are extremely rare, they only happen once every few centuries. Although, they are quite the hassle. And do not get me started on chaos witches, they are much worse and a complete headache.” 

“How come?”

“Their magic can create a disruption into the natural order of balance within the universe. They take and give in uncontrollable manners. Makes my job very difficult to manage.” 

“Oh, you poor thing,” Magdalena told her with a little pout and reached up to begin playing with Thanathea’s curls, twirling each of them around her finger and watching them spring back up, “my beloved, do you know if it is possible for a cross between the other beings?”

“You mean hybrids?” Thanathea asked for clarification and the vampire nodded. “It is extremely rare, but yes. They do exist. Including dhampirs.”

Magdalena tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Dhampirs? I have not heard of them, what are they?” 

“Half mortal, half immortal. Vampire, just as yourself. They can only be born from a mortal woman and a vampire man. They are immune to the sun and age as mortals do. Although, they do drink blood and become completely immortal once they reach a certain age, usually in their twenties.” 

Now, that was something Magdalena never expected. And there was something in her that felt almost saddened by it. She had accepted that she’d never have children, and even now as a vampire, she couldn’t but the vampire men could. 

Those bastards. She thought to herself. 

“How completely and utterly intriguing, Thea. Thank you for telling me.” Magdalena said with a small smile, still playing with her lover’s curls. 

“Of course.” Thanathea said, wrapping both of her arms around the vampire and pulling her almost on top of her. 

The way Death held her in her arms made the vampire realize that Thanathea knew what Magdalena was feeling, thinking. No words needed to be said between them but there was a mutual understanding between them. A mutual comfort. 

It helped her feel better and secure, knowing that Death herself was there to fill the hole in her heart and give her the security and warmth she had desired her entire life. 

Magdalena was 139 years old when she finally became a mother. 

She had accepted for many decades that she would never get to have children. It was not in the cards for her and Magdalena would never dream of turning a child into a vampire. It pained her to even think of allowing a child to endure the painful aspects of immortality, nor did it seem reasonable to take mortal children from their families and raise them as her own. 

But Magdalena did find solace in watching families at night, walking down the streets hand in hand, mothers and fathers tending to their young ones. It was quite sweet, in fact. It had her pretending for just a moment, that she could have had the same had her mortal life not been stolen away from her. 

Although, she adored Thanathea. Becoming immortal led her to find her beloved Death, she fell so deeply for her and did not want to change or lose that. 

But if she was being truthful, Magdalena would have loved to see Thea become a mother. She was always so nice and sweet, especially to children that she has watched her lover cross over. Magdalena has followed Thanathea to work and was always so interested in Death’s work, including the ways that she could calm children and reassure them so they are no longer afraid. Even Thanathea’s appearance shifts, wearing green instead of black, her scythe turned into a glowing gold bracelet instead, with color flushed to her usually very pale skin. 

It was quite the sight that beheld Magdalena, but she treasured those moments so deeply. 

But it was not something that she thought too much about, she would rather focus on spending time with her lover instead, even on times when it was clear that something was weighing on Thanathea’s mind. 

“Are you alright, my beloved? It appears that something seems to be troubling you.” Magdalena asked her one day, her head tilted slightly. 

“My apologies, Lena,” Thanathea smiled slightly at her, “I do not wish to fill your mind with worry.” 

“My mind will always be worried if I do not know how I can help you.” Magdalena reassured her gently, her hand going up to her lover’s curls and she heard her sigh softly. 

“Sometimes it is very…burdensome. My duty. Taking souls. Orphaning children, leaving them alone. It is painful at times.” Thanathea told her after a few moments of silence. 

The vampire frowned a little. “I apologize if my meals have contributed to your burden, my Thea.” 

“Oh no, it has not, I can assure you that,” Death told her fairly quickly, “the men you feed on and the souls I take are well-deserved, we have both made sure of that. There are simply others that can make things difficult for me and bring me down at times. But I will be alright. I know I will be because I always am.” 

Magdalena moved closer to her, pressing a kiss to Thanathea’s cheek while continuing to caress her curls. “I still apologize for your pain, lover of mine. Perhaps we shall take a walk? To help put your mind at ease?” She offered gently. 

Death smiled at her, more genuine this time, before taking her hand. “Yes, I would like that, my love.” 

And so they walked peacefully together, their arms looped into one another, talking amongst themselves. The streets were nearly empty, many mortals already asleep in their homes. All seemed to be going well, until Thanathea went quiet again and sighed under her breath. 

“What is wrong, my heart and soul?” Magdalena asked in concern. 

“Someone has passed. Near us. A mother. I must go take care of it.” Thanathea told her after a few seconds. 

“Now? Are you sure you are feeling alright with that?”

“I must, my darling. I will not be long, I can assure you that. Just wait here.” Thanathea told her, putting up a small smile that only looked true after she kissed the vampire’s hand, before walking alone to a few houses down, her body slipped through the closed door. 

Magdalena could not help but to feel concerned for her lover, not wanting her to put so much pressure on herself. Thanathea had been growing more lenient, allowing angels of death or other death entities to take on more responsibility so she should not rely so much on her omnipotence, but she still desired for Death herself to rest. 

But Thanathea has been doing this since possibly the beginning of time. She knows her boundaries, her limits. She knows when too much is too much. 

At least, the vampire hoped so. 

Although her worry began to grow when Thanathea took longer, a little too long, than usual. This was unlike her and Magdalena wanted to go into the home, but she knew it was impossible. In an occupied home, she needed to be invited inside or risk disintegrating. Curse those vampiric rules, completely infuriating at times. 

The vampire started to consider other options but before she could, the same door opened and Thanathea emerged, dressed in green…

…with a child in her arms and another clinging to the hem of her dress. 

Magdalena blinked a few times in confusion, not knowing quite what to say in the moment. Thankfully, Thanathea had the words for her. 

“They need food. They have not eaten in a while.” Her Death told her, staring at her in a way that the vampire could not quite understand. 

But she looked at the children, the one Thanathea held was still very small, curly blonde hair on his head and big brown eyes, filled with tears. The girl that was nearly hiding behind her lover looked similar but a little older, seeing a mess of the same blonde curls but stormy grey eyes, showing fear but stubbornness. She was afraid, upset, but putting up a front. Pretending to be strong while staring at the vampire warily. 

It nearly broke Magdalena’s heart. 

“Of-of course. I believe there is a diner, close by? They will have food there, they are open all day and night.” She told all three of them, giving the children a soft smile to try and reassure them. Then she caught a whiff of their scent and it completely caught her off guard. 

She had never smelled something like this. It was nothing like mortal scents, or even cosmic beings. It was something entirely different that she could not put her finger on. 

It did not matter in the moment, she had to put those children’s well-being first. “Hello, young ones. I am Magdelena. I am sure my lover, Thanathea, has introduced herself. What are your names?” 

The boy did not say anything, merely sniffling and hiding his face into Thanathea’s neck, but the young girl did speak. “Rose…Rosemarie.” 

“How beautiful of a name. Is this your brother?” Rosemarie nodded. “What is his name?”

“Sylvain.” She replied, her voice still quiet but she began to show her face a little more. 

Magdalena smiled sweetly at both of the children. “Lovely name as well. Do not fret, Thea and I will not bring any harm onto you. Come with us, we shall get you some food.” 

They did not protest as she and Thanathea walked them toward the diner. They were all quiet, no one saying a word, but the vampire could not help but to look at her lover. 

There Death was, holding a little boy that now seemed very comfortable with her, and an older girl that continued to hold onto her green dress. It was a beautiful scene that Magdalena never expected to see, even if it was quite sudden. 

They both absolutely needed to talk about this as soon as they could. 

When they made it to the diner, they moved to a booth in the corner even though there was no one else there. Magdalena went to order them food, hoping at least that the children would like it since it has been a very long time since she has eaten human food before and food has evolved so much over the last century. 

Thanathea made her way to her side while she stayed by the front of the register, now being free of Sylvain, who sat nearly attached to his older sister. “Care to explain what has happened, my beloved?” 

Death sighed under her breath. “Rosemarie and Sylvain Dumont. Five and two years old. Their father is no longer around, left not long after Sylvain was born. Their mother was the one who passed, and drank herself to an early grave, unfortunately.” 

Magdalena’s heart broke once again for the two young children, looking back at them at the booth before looking at her lover again. “Their scents are different. Why is that?”

“Because they are both witches. An odd mix, because their parents are human. Must have been magic somewhere in their ancestry, because it caught up to both children rather than just one.” 

“Witches…” The vampire said to herself in complete surprise, she had never met any other supernatural being before and now she met two young witches, “but that still does not explain why they are now clinging to you and why you are helping them.” 

Thanathea went quiet again, running a hand through her auburn locks for a moment. “I just…could not bear to leave them alone. With no family. Nowhere to go. I thought I could at least make sure that they are well fed before I make my next decision.” She sighed again, louder this time. “Perhaps I am growing soft.” 

“Oh yes, quite soft. It is a beautiful look on you, Thea.” Magdalena told her with a big smile, making Thanathea smile as well. “I would love to see you looking soft like this more often. Soft around those children, around our family…”

Thanathea did not say anything for a moment, as if she was getting the same idea as her lover. “You…you wish to keep them?” 

“They have no parents. No other family. I would not forgive myself if we sent them back to their home with no one to care for them,” Magdalena told her and then placed her hand over Death’s, looking back at the two children sipping their cups of milk, “We could care for them. Teach them about their magick. Raise them as our own. Is that…something you would like to do with me?” 

Thanathea smiled sweetly at her, nodding. “I know you have always wished to have a family. And while they may not be a very conventional family, I would want nothing more than to have a family with you, my love.” 

Magdalena’s smile grew and she leaned forward to press a kiss to Death’s cool cheek. “Let us go make sure our children are well fed, my Thea.” 

And so they did. They were gentle and patient with Rosemarie and Sylvain, making sure that they were comfortable and warm. The little boy fell asleep not long after eating, his cheek pressed against Thanathea’s shoulder. The older girl was drawing on a piece of paper, waves of blue all over while continuously eyeing the vampire and Death, as if she was trying to make sure that they could be trusted. 

Eventually, it seemed as if she made her decision. 

“Are you going to send us back?” Rosemarie asked, her voice still quiet. 

Magdalena shook her head. “We will not, little one. You may come home with us, if you would like. Thea and I will protect you both, I swear it to you.” 

Rosemarie did not say anything for a minute, thinking over the offer. “You won’t hurt us?” 

“Never,” Thanathea said this time, smiling lightly at her, “you both will be safe and sound with us. No harm will come to you.” 

Finally, Rosemarie smiled at them both and nodded. 

That was all they needed. 

Their home would need to change, beds and clothes and blankets for the children, toys of their choosing. But the first night Rosemarie and Sylvain slept in the cottage would always be Magdelana and Thanathea’s favorite, both young children curled close to their bodies, in their arms. 

The vampire would never forget the feeling of finally having her children. 

Magdalena was 145 years old when she realized that she had a family and she was home at last. 

Rosemarie was eleven now, long blonde ringlets that were halfway to her back, her grey eyes still resembling a storm in the middle of the ocean. 

Sylvain was eight now, his own curly blonde locks touching his shoulders and seemed to always be smiling now, running through the woods barefoot whenever he could. 

But Magdalena could not be any happier watching her children grow. 

It was not very easy raising them, of course. Thanathea had to watch them over the day and Magdalena over the night. Not to mention when their magickal abilities kicked in, Thanathea had to teach them ways to be able to manage their powers. Magdalena read book after book on witches so they were well educated on who they truly were. 

It was fairly easy to see their connections and the types of witches they were. Sylvain was easily an earth witch, his affinity with growing flowers and plants at will expressed that. As for Rosemarie…

“Mama! Look!” Rosemarie exclaimed, one hand out in front of her and the water from the ocean swirled upward, twirling around her all over her arm before it fell right back to the shore. 

She was very clearly a water witch and a very good one at that. 

Magdalena smiled widely and clapped her hands together. “Great job, my Rose! Your power continues to grow!” She praised her, making Rosemarie smile back just as Sylvain went up to the vampire. 

“For you, mama.” He held a purple flower up to one of his mothers, making her smile once again. 

“Oh, how sweet, Syl. Thank you very much, my boy. Is this other one for your mom?” Magdalena asked him as she took her flower and he nodded. “How about I give this one to her and you can make a rose for your sister. How does that sound?” 

“Okay!” Sylvain said happily, giving the vampire the green flower for Death, and then ran over to Rosemarie. 

Magdalena smiled sweetly for a moment as she watched the two siblings before strolling over to where Thanathea was, her eyes on the ocean. It was Rosemarie’s idea to go to the beach and with the full moon shining up in the sky, it was the perfect night to do so. 

“M’lady.” The vampire presented the green flower to her, making Thanathea chuckle quietly and smile at the sight. 

“Sylvain is learning very quickly.” She pointed out. 

Magdalena nodded, humming affirmatively under her breath as she placed the flower behind her lover’s ear. “He is. Both he and Rosemarie will make their coven proud.” 

It was no secret that witches belonged in a coven. Once they turned sixteen, they would leave home and go on their own to discover their true coven. 

Rosemarie will leave in five years. Sylvain in eight years. 

It was something that saddened Magdalena but the children have promised both of their mothers that they would visit and call often. 

She appreciated the sentiment and she was truly proud to see the kinds of witches they would grow up to be. 

But it was more than just that. Even now, watching Rosemarie’s hands glowing a soft shade of blue around the water while Sylvain’s hands glowed green to create more flowers, it just made Magdalena feel warm to see how happy and peaceful her children were after everything. 

She never expected to have a family, especially after turning into a vampire. 

She expected to spend the rest of her life alone. 

But then Magdalena met Death. 

They fell in love. 

They adopted their two wonderful children. 

They raised them, told them about who and what they were, and their children accepted them just as Magdalena and Thanathea accepted them. 

No judgment or fear whatsoever. 

Just love. 

“You are quiet, my night. What haunts your mind?” Thanathea asked her, wrapping an arm around the vampire’s waist and pulling her closer to her own body. 

“No haunts,” Magdalena reassured her, “I am merely…happy. Happy with the life we have. A life I never thought I would have. For myself and with you. Yet here you are, right by me, with children who are loved and happy. I could not ask for more.” 

“Does that mean that you do not want to expand our family?” Death asked with an eyebrow raised, slightly amused. 

“No, I still want to expand for children who need help,” The vampire quickly responded with a smile, “I am just happy and content at the moment. And so…so loved. Thank you for your friendship. For your love. I could never thank you enough, my heart and soul.” 

Thanathea smiled at her, her blue eyes filled with so much love that it made something warm burst inside of Magdalena’s chest, cupping the vampire’s cheek. “You do not need to thank me. You made immortality special. In all my existence, you are the only person, the only being, I have ever wanted. I truly love you, my love.” 

“And I love you, my beloved.” Magdalena told her genuinely, melting under Thanathea’s gaze as they kissed before watching over their children playing in the sand again. 

The vampire did not know how long she and her children would be around. But she knew that they would be protected. They will be loved. They will be safe. And Thanathea would be with them through it all. 

After all, Death had been by her side for over a century and will be there for centuries to come. 

Magdalena could not ask for anything more.

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Sharing my thoughts for Bridgerton season 3 cause I’m a hater

spoilers obviously i guess?

Disclaimer: i have not read the books but I have enjoyed both previous seasons more

Things I didn’t like (there’ll be things I liked too we just need to get this out of the way):

They tried to swamp in SO MANY side plots that I kinda lost the fact that this was Penelope and Colin’s love story?

Benedict and that random woman? I mean okay she’s cool but I guess it was unnecessary. Like it didn’t add anything to the plot, it would’ve been more interesting to see more about his artistic career but no, we have to see that he’s a rake (like every single Bridgerton man lol)

Colin’s Littlefinger moment? (You know what I’m talking about corporate can’t find the difference between them, they’re the same picture) wtf

WAY too few moments with my baddies Lady Danbury and Queen Charlotte

I just didn’t feel the chemistry between Pen and Colin, sue me.

Colin didn’t grovel enough. You can’t change my mind

Also Colin’s personality is… nonexistent? Like yeah did he get hotter? But did he have any distinguishable traits that weren’t “i have studied abroad and now I think I’m cooler than everyone”, “i’m such a rake lol” or “wow was Pen always this pretty?”

I didn’t feel the VIBES with them I’m sorry Colin could’ve done better😭

The WINK (deserves jail time)

The balloon scene was goofy AF. My girl had 5-8 business days to run away but she just stood there like 👁️👄👁️

Lord Debling nature guy just slipping down to her and spooning her like what’s that gonna do? Bro had 1 braincell and it was focused on those endangered birds

Colin and friends ™️ leaving everything behind to stop the balloon from taking off, then 5 seconds later balloon guy just levitating away as if nothing had happened? xdd

I’m all for Violet finding happiness but idk that guy just seemed random. Also something’s definitely off — other than him being a rake — cause Lady Danbury does NOT like him

The fact that it’s two parts ugh

Queerbaiting at its finest when we know they’re going to keep the book couples…

Things I liked (finally)

Penelope!! She’s so beautiful

Queen Charlotte’s wigs? Otherwordly

Francesca and her guy? My introvert babies

Anthony and Kate omg

The Featherington sisters were so funny actually. Like I didn’t like them before but they made this whole season better

Snow on the beach and Pitbull is the combo we didn’t know we needed in the bridgerton soundtrack

The fact that *the dream* was Colin��s and not Pen’s 🥹

Cressida and Eloise!! Most likely nothing will happen but I am here for the barest hint of sapphics

I also like Cressida’s redemption arc. She was an awful person but everyone deserves second chances and I think her friendship with Eloise is truly helping her become a better person. It was nice to see her side too, her conflicts about life as a woman and her issues with her parents. She’s still not an overly “positive” or “supporting” character, but I believe she’s on the way. I’d jump out of my window in happiness if something more than friendship happened with her and El🤭

All in all, part 1 so far was disappointing in my opinion. I am eagerly awaiting part 2, hoping it’ll make up for it and not let me down. I hope the Lady Whistledown reveal won’t be downplayed and Colin won’t be like “oh you’re Lady W? Whatever no worries idc” (although idk how it happens in the book)

What are your thoughts? Theories?