#Barnabas collins x reader

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feast.

Scenario: Barnabas Collins, your beloved, tries to alleviate your period cramps.

Warnings: smut, period sex, oral sex (reader receiving), mentions of blood, p in v, unprotected sex, f! reader, I can't think of more...

Word count: 1.9k (I wish it was 666 god it would be so iconic)

🩸 Happy Halloween! This is part of my collab with my big li' sister @drugs-and-daddyissues! Visit this darling's profile to see more delicious halloween-themed posts.

It has been a difficult day for you, the second day of your period. You spent the whole day on your bed having cramps, you were tired of going to the bathroom, cleaning yourself, and returning to bed again. You felt like Gregor Samsa from Metamorphosis. But the worst thing was the pitiful eyes from your beloved, Barnabas Collins.

You weren’t dying, you tried to reassure him that, but your small whimpers and groans of pain didn’t help. You rolled from side to side, trying to get comfortable, but nothing seemed to work. In the late evening, Collins entered the room again, stoic.

"My most cherished one, hath the Dark Lord ceased his cruel afflictions upon your tender and sacred womb?" He questioned in his thick accent, staring down at you with emotionless eyes. You shook your head, pressing your wrists down your lower belly, trying to ease the pain. His expression softened as he sighed, he hated seeing you in distress. He approached you on the bed, a hand resting on your knee. “May your power rot in your own hands, Satan.” He hissed, cursing under his breath, but his eyes snapped back at you as you complained once more.

He watched you for a moment, trying to find a solution to your pain. You opened your arms at him, silently asking for a hug, that would at least comfort you. He obliged, used to physical affection since you've been together for half a year, crawling on the bed to approach you. But as he hovered over your stomach, staring into your eyes, he froze. You watched him with an eyebrow raised, confused. He looked down and sniffed soundly, making you chuckle at his sudden action.

He leaned down a bit, still sniffing — is he smelling the blood? As he found the source between your thighs, he looked back at your face, concerned. “My beloved lady, do you suffer any wounds upon your most sacred region?” He asked, eyes staring into your soul. Was he being serious? “Dearest, I've already told you, it's my period.” You shook your head, slightly amused by his reaction. Even though you and Barnabas have been together for a few months, like it was said before, he never witnessed your period before, which you thought was great, until what he did after having the acknowledgment of your period…

“Pray, do you bleed? Does such affliction bring you pain?” He placed his hands on your thighs, unconsciously caressing them as he waited for your answer. You chuckled again, why was he so innocent about these things? “No, love, the blood flow doesn’t cause me pain.” You reached down, your hand stroking his silky hair. He leaned down between your thighs and pressed his nose over your very covered pussy, inhaling the faint iron scent coming from there. He shuddered soundly in anticipation.

Another sting of pain came, making you wince. “Hush now, my beloved.” He kissed your thighs "I shall strive to alleviate your suffering, while I devour you.” He licked his fangs, a wicked grin on his pale lips. He tugged the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down in a heartbeat, even scratching your hips as he did it. You gasped in surprise, you had never seen him so eager before. He stared at your black panties after throwing your shorts away, his fingers reaching to touch the wings of your pad. You heard his voice mumbling something, probably cursing it for absorbing your blood before him. He slowly pulled your panties down, preparing himself for what was to come.

Barnabas shuddered at first sight of your bare pussy, glistening with arousal and smeared with blood, a sight that would disgust a human but make your vampiric lover's mouth water. “My god, this is heaven” He whispered before taking a long, strong lick from the bottom of your entrance to your clit, letting it linger there. He moaned against your folds, holding your thighs tightly to bury his face further. Your blood mixed with your arousal was a heady cocktail intoxicating him, addicting him, turning him feral. Your hands gripped the sheets, trying to steady yourself while your lover eagerly eats you out. He was loud, growling against your wetness, smearing your mixed fluids on his face, his nails digging into your thighs. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping tightly and burying his face even further between your legs, you didn't know he could make it feel this good.

“C-Calm down” You gasped, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, the sight of him fervently licking and sucking you. He didn’t answer, nor showed a sign that he heard you, he kept his pace, devouring you as if he was beyond starving. You shivered every time his tongue flicked on your sensitive clit, his fingers inching closer to touch you. He growled against your wet flesh, making gentle vibrations that made your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Barnabas, please!” You pleaded between moans, he opened his eyes and looked up at you without raising his head. He stared into your soul, you could see the hunger burning inside him, his breath hitting your sensitive flesh. “I can't contain myself” He licked between your slit “You're so, so luscious, dearest” He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking.

You threw your head backward, eyes shut. You tugged his hair tighter and he made a sound between a whimper and a groan. He swirled his tongue around your entrance, teasing before sliding inside. He stroked your inner walls with his tongue, sucking the small blood clots that escaped from your drooling hole, drinking and savoring your mixed fluids. Barnabas' pace didn't falter, actually it only increased. He started pumping his tongue in and out of you and his nose brushed and pressed hard against your clit, you've never been so stimulated in your entire life. His hands moved up and down your thighs, scratching them with his sharp nails, almost cutting your skin.

You cried out loudly, your legs starting to tremble. Barnabas went wild and pushed your knees against your chest, spreading you further. The wet sucking sounds began getting louder. Your inner walls clenched around his tongue, making him growl and double his efforts. Your chest grew heavy, your breath ragged, you were so, so close. He wasn't stupid,  he quickly noticed your body's responses to his mouth. His tongue pumped faster and harder inside of you, his lips brushing against your wet flesh, sucking. It didn't take long for you to melt in his mouth, it would be impossible to hold back for even a few seconds. Barnabas slowed down, giving you long slow licks, trying to be gentler so you could recover sooner, lapping the juices. He swallowed your delicious essence, savoring the sweetness mixed with metallic.

He looked up at you, stroking your legs. A few drops of blood rolled down his chin. “How are you feeling, dearest?” Barnabas whispered, looking into your shiny eyes. You nodded, still steadying your breathing, as if telling him you were better. He smiled, glad that he could help you. He moved up, his face now close to yours, his hips between your wobbly legs. He trailed kisses from your collarbone to your neck, jawline, and finally your cheeks. Your hands rested on his nape, your nails gently scratching his skin. The scent of your blood coming from his mouth was strong but somehow exciting. Barnabas ground between your thighs, his left hand holding your waist. “My goddess, my perfection…” He whispered, sighing dreamily. Barnabas continued to press endless kisses on your neck. “I need to be inside you, now.” He growled, leaning back to look into your eyes.

You looked back at him, weak under his gaze. It wouldn’t be the first time, so why not? With a nod of consent coming from you, he gently lifted your shirt. You shivered as the cold night air hit your sensitive skin, hardening your nipples. His eyes scanned every detail on your skin, every mole, every curve. He leaned down to lick one of your perky nipples, humming at the feeling of the sweet texture on his tongue. You arched your back against him, he answered the silent plea by wrapping his lips around your breast, sucking it to leave marks. He gave both your breasts equal attention since he loved your body as a whole, you were his religion.

“Please, Barnabas” You breathed in his ear, your fingers tightening on him. You were craving for him, the emptiness inside of you was like a depression only Barnabas could save you from. With his inhuman velocity, he took off his pants desperately, as if it were burning him. As soon as his painfully hard length brushed against your wetness, Barnabas released a feral growl. You bucked your hips forward, wanting more, needing him. With his hand, he helped his cock slide inside your warm pussy, your tightness enveloping him like a velvet glove. You gasped as his tip hit deep inside, just like he released a choked groan. “Mng~ so perfect,” He praised “so warm and wet. I could spend eternity inside of you, my darling” He breathed, starting to thrust. “And you know I would gladly do it.” Barnabas began to thrust faster, his hands gripping your waist so hard as if grounding himself on you. He kept grunting in your ear, sounding so feral as he chased his climax. He dove his head, kissing your neck, letting his fangs graze on your sensitive skin.

Your soft moans spurred him on, his hips moving faster and desperately. Your womb was sensitive, due to your period, but it wasn't an unpleasant pain. It was addictive, you were yearning for more, for all of him. “Barnabas..” You called him in a breathless moan, his sharp eyes quickly met yours. You only opened your mouth and he attacked your lips with a hungry kiss. The sinful sound of skin slapping against skin and his hard cock slipping inside of your soaked pussy were echoing through the room. It was a beautiful sinphony that only you and your beloved vampire could create.

Barnabas’ left hand moved to your belly, gently stroking it, a stark contrast between his caress and his fucking. He broke the kiss but kept his lips against yours, his eyes talking with yours. “My most cherished one, you’re a vision..” He finally broke the silence with a whisper. “I want you to be mine, forever.” He begged. It was hard to think straight when he was ruining your insides with his desperation. You thought he was talking about marriage, which you would entirely do. You would marry that man right there, with his dick claiming your uterus — and he would say yes as well.

The thought of him turning you into a vampire like him didn’t even cross your mind, so when Barnabas lowered his head and sank his fangs into your neck, you almost screamed. Barnabas couldn’t be happier with that since you were the one who freed him from the darkness, your mere presence was enough to make his suffering disappear, as if he were human again. The worst thing might be affecting you with some pain, but you would become like him. And to be his forever… filled his unbeaten heart with bliss, like living a dream.

You closed your eyes, accepting your eternal fate with your immortal man. When he was done, his climax arrived, painting your bloodied inner walls with his seed. Yours followed right behind, your body melting on the silk bed sheets. Panting, you looked at Barnabas with a new but familiar glint in your eyes. “Am I your wife now?” You asked, a smile slowly growing on his face.

“You’re my everything.” He answered.

a/n: sorry if it isn't enough.. Yes, it's already Halloween in Brazil so.. Happy Halloween! 💋

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Barnabas Collins x Fem reader-Save Me.

Yns Pov:

Ugh What is happening?  my head is spinning and my whole body is full of pain.  The last thing I remember was that I talked to Barnabas and that then I would go for a little walk then I do not remember anything at all.  I tried to open my eyes but instead of being greeted by light, I was only greeted by darkness.

Where am I?  Why can I not see anything?

I tried to get up or try to move at all, but it was in vain, I could not.  Now the panic began to creep in, I began to move my fingers and I felt that I was lying in some kind of coffin.  Now the panic started to increase but I continued to move my fingers and finally I found a small hole and there I could feel the earth.

Now all the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place and now the panic began to strike hard.  I have been buried alive.

What am I doing here?

How did I end up here?  and who may have done this to me.

I started screaming for help and at the same time as I screamed I started knocking on the coffin lid.

Yn: Hello can anyone hear me up there?  Please help me help me.  Hello!!!!!

But it was like screaming for deaf ears no one could hear me.  The only thing I could think of was Barnabas, he must be able to find me.

Yn: Please Barnabas please find me.

Barnabas Pov:

Barnabas: You Witch, what have you done with Yn?

I screamed as I stood in front of Angelique with my hand around her neck and was very prepared to kill her.  One moment they were talking to Yn and the other moment I get a letter from Angelique stating that she has kidnapped Yn.

Angelique: Hello to you to Darling.

Barnabas: Dont you dare darling me Witch what have you done with Yn.

Angelique: If I could not get you, I really would not let the little slut get you either.

But you know what, darling, I feel a little kind so I'll give you a chance to save your little girlfriend.

I've hidden her in the woods but where I'm not going to tell you so you have to hurry I think little innocent Yn does not have much time left.

Barnabas: If you lie to me and if Yn dies, I will not hesitate to kill you.

I told her and let go of her neck and took advantage of my vampire speed and started running to the forest.  Please hope I find her please do not let it be too late.  Finally I thought as soon as I got to the forest and now I really have to concentrate I used my strong hearing it did not take long for me to hear a heartbeat.

It was Yn's heart I heard but it was very weak, I started running towards the sound and when I arrived, I threw myself on my knees and started digging with just a thought in my head.

Please Yn do not give up.

(Jumpskip) Yns Pov:

Yn hello yn, could I hear someone say my name.

I opened my eyes but very careful with a fear that I was still buried but instead of being greeted by darkness and a cramped space, I was greeted by light and that I was lying in one's big bed, it's not a dream I'm at home  in Collins hall.

Barnabas: Yn Darling.

I turned to him and as soon as our eyes met I flew out of bed and started running towards him.  I did not care that my whole body hurt and that I was about to faint all I could care was him.  When I was close enough, I threw myself into his arms and began to cry in his arms.

Yn: Oh Barnabas, I knew you would save me, thank you for finding me I was so scared.

I felt how he started to hold me in a strong and secure grip then he kissed me on the head and said.

Barnabas: What happens or how far we are apart I will always find you I promise, and I swear on my immortal life that I will never leave you and she will never even get the chance to touch you again.

The end.

[imyourbratzdoll]

When you have time is it ok to write this

Barnabas collins x demon reader

He thinks everything is going well after angelique then again recalling the time pre vampirism he was trying to summon a demon only to come after a century in the modern era . She isnt evil in some way more like sweet , cheeky and vibrant . Nothing benevolent

hello, honey! I hope you enjoy it!

summary - many centuries later, you finally appear after being summoned.

warning - mentions of killing someone, mentions of dying.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Hello?” Barnabas stares at the tiny woman standing before him, his brows furrowed as he’s confused. “Who are you? And what are you doing in my room?” As he moves closer, he stops as you disappear before spinning around and hearing a giggle coming behind him.

“Hi! I’m Y/n! You summoned me!” You bounce around, staring at the tall, pale man with a sweet smile. You giggle, skipping around him. “Did you need something, mista? Maybe a tan?”

Barnabas stares even more confused. “Summoned? I haven’t summoned anyone since….” He continues to stare until a lightbulb goes off. “You, you’re! Why has it taken so long?” He spins, growling slightly as you continue to skip around him. Thrusting a hand out, he stops you. “Also, a tan?” 

You nod, “Yes, a tan. Do you know what that is?” Your eyes move up and down his body, “Obviously, you don’t….” Your head tilts, “Did you say something else?” 

His eyes roll. “Yes, I summoned you when I was human, which was centuries ago…. So, why has it taken you so long to answer?” 

You shrug, “You seemed busy when I popped in. First, it was chasing a woman, then falling to your death and then taking a long nap… And when you finally woke, well… I wasn’t really in the mood until now!” You grin, waving your hands around as you speak. “So, what did you need?” 

Again, his eyes roll. “Well, it’s a bit too late now. I needed you to stop the witch that killed my loved one.” You let out a small whoops before skipping over to the window. “But, I’m glad to know my summoning worked.” 

“Well… Want me to kill someone now? I mean, I just got this pretty new dress, but I guess I do owe you?” You smile as the man stares at you, playing with the hem of your dress. 

“No… Not at this moment.”

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[betyloca]

Imagine: being Barnabas's sister and being a vampire just like him.

• you would have known about his relationship with angelique

• you had warned her that she was a witch

• she would have turned you into a vampire so that they would lock you up with your brother

• waking up a century later and seeing that the world had changed would immediately come looking for you

• after freeing you and feeding you they would go together to collinwood

• When you discover that your lineage continues, you would be excited to know that there are new members to the family

• Barnabas would be happy to see how well you get along with David.

• You would realize his infatuation with Viki because of his resemblance to Jossete.

• he protects you from the sun and reminds you not to go out during the day

• That includes taking advantage of Angelique's witch.

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[supercap2319]

"Barnabas Collins, this is Y/N L/N. David's new Governor." Elizabeth introduced.

Y/N looks at the very pale man standing before him and bows. "Mr. Collins. A pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine. I am enchanted to meet you, Y/N." Barnabas grabbed Y/N's hand and raised it to his lips as he placed a kiss that sent shivers through his body. And not just because his lips felt cold.

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So long, farewell

Angelique Bouchard x fem!reader

Summary: When you are reborn as a Collins, Angelique faces a dilemma.

Warning(s): angst?

A/N: hi! Been a long time, now this one is long. Quite long. I absolutely loved writing it, specially the first bits. I’ve had the honour of getting help from @arewecoolio . You’re an absolute doll and I thank you dearly for helping me with this! Xx

Now if there are any spelling mistakes or such, please let me know and I will fix it!

Taglist: @escapetodreamworld

Through the dark corridors of the manor, a woman was walking with her head held high, despite being a maid. A bucket in hand. The sound of her heels clicking against the marble floors, and the flush of the water brushing up against the sides of the bucket echoing throughout the corridors. Rounding the corner of the corridor, she lowered herself to the floor and began washing the surface beneath her. The French doors leading to the balcony in front of her open, letting in fresh air. Despite the cloudy sky, the sun shone through. Lighting up the room and the woman sitting on her knees on the floor. She looked up when she heard sounds coming from outside. She saw the Lord’s son and a woman. She felt a sudden fury arise inside of her. Just as soon as her anger had begun, another sound came, but from behind her. The woman looked behind her. It was you.

“Oh, I didn't know you were washing the floors in this wing of the manor, Angelique.”

Angelique didn't answer you and looked forward again. Only to see the two people on the balcony kiss. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to love her, and only her. Your eyes followed what she was looking at. You slowly lowered yourself to your knees next to Angelique. You saw the intense look in her eyes and the way her knuckles were turning white from the grip on the brush.

It wasn't a secret, at least not to you. You knew of her attraction to the Lord’s son. Perhaps you were the only one who’d noticed. The way she would look at him. In that way, you’d look at her. You knew it was wrong. A woman couldn't possibly love another woman. It was unheard of. It was dirty, and yet Angelique made you feel different. You dipped your brush in the bucket next to the older woman and began washing the floor by the French doors. Catching Angelique off guard.

“What are you doing?” she said. Her tone carried the intense look from her eyes. They were sharp. You almost wanted to run away and hide from the gaze—those dark eyes. You'd dream about them.

“Helping you.”

-

Angelique remembers you. She remembers how she wasn't supposed to fall in love with you in the end. It wasn't fully love. Barnabas was her love, yet she couldn't get you off her mind even after you were taken from her. She felt this possessiveness over you. You were innocent. You always looked at her. You never gossiped about men like the other maids did. You were burned into her memory. Your eyes, your face. Everything. Even after she’d cursed Barnabas, you seemed to know everything about her. It was as if you knew she was a witch, but that was ridiculous. No one knew.

When you died, Angelique felt another wave of rage arise from within. You died from an illness that wasn't treatable at the time. She did everything she could think of but nothing worked, and for the first time in her life Angelique felt as if she was failing someone. Of course, the feeling went away quickly. It wasn't like her to suddenly show mercy to her feelings. She wasn't a failure.

She was by your bedside when you passed. Seeing the life disappear from your eyes made Angelique feel strangely empty. Why, she couldn't understand. She didn't love you. Despite your confession to her just then, but then again you wouldn't leave her mind. After your death, she kept seeing you everywhere. Your scent kept following her. As time passed Angelique became more of what she was. Creating her own story of ancestors into the new world, you still followed her. She never thought you'd be reborn as a Collins and ruin her plans yet again.

-

“Oh, it is lovely to see you again.”

“It's nice to be able to come back, mum. I know that I said I would come back sooner, but with graduation taking up a lot of thought and time and then you know I just had to travel with my father,” you said with a smile. You looked up and looked into the eyes of your mother.

“You may look like me, but this spontaneous side of you certainly came from your father.” your mother said. Flicking the hair out of your eyes.

“I hardly know what you mean. I am pure innocence.” you grinned. “Is Carolyn in yet?”

Elizabeth scoffed. “As if she ever leaves her room. Now, I do have one more important thing to discuss with you. You see, we have a guest.”

“A guest? Is it someone I know?” You asked curiously as you walked up the stairs alongside your mother. The house seemed to look so much different from when you were here last. Or perhaps that was just the boarding school talking.

“No, you don’t but he is family. His name is Barnabas Collins, the third.” She said with an unweary tone. It confused you. Was this relative, not someone she liked? Then why were they here?

“Is everything alright mum? He isn’t dangerous is he?” You joked.

“Dangerous? Whatever do you mean?”

“You know, like a vampire or something.” You gestured with your fingers to your mouth. Creating fake fangs. The look of short horror in your mother’s eyes spoke differently to the joke. Not seeing the fun in it at all.

“Will you stop that at once? Behave yourself. Go and unpack your things in your room.” Your mother pointed in the direction of your room. You held your hands up in defence, grabbed ahold of your bags, and walked further up the stairs and down the corridor to the right. You walked further down the corridor and opened the door to your room. The chill hit you immediately like a slap in the face. It sent a shiver down your spine. With a breath, cold enough to see it echo out in the room, you stepped in and closed the door behind you.

This room could have used a duster. You walked over to the large windows and with a small struggle, you finally got them open. Walking back into the center of the room you started unpacking when you suddenly heard a loud banging from downstairs. You walked over to the window again, only to see a red car in the courtyard out front. It looked far too fancy to belong to your family but perhaps this was the relative your mother spoke of?

Leaving the clothing item in your hands on the bed, you walked out of the room and down the corridor again to see whoever it was that was banging an awful lot at the door. As you got closer to the main entrance and living room you heard voices. Looking around the corner from the top of the stairs you saw your mother with her back towards two people. A dark-haired man and a blond woman. The more you stretched out to see, the less room you had on the step.

Upon your noise from the stairs, Elizabeth turned around.

“Ah, Y/N, this is Barnabas.” She pointed to the man who then turned around. A small gasp left your lips. The man was pale like snow. A tall and strong figure and dark eyes. The woman behind him seemed frozen in her spot.

“Hi.” You said and waved as you walked down to stand next to your mother. Barnabas reached out a hand to shake yours. It was awfully cold and your mother seemed to notice your hesitation as you shook his hand, hence the nudge to your side.

“And this is Angelique. She owns Angelbay.” Elizabeth said with a tight lip. “Angelique, Barnabas, this is my oldest daughter Y/N.”

The woman walked forward and shook your hand. Her grip is tight. Her eyes were dark, but shining in a way that intrigued you. Her eyes looked like they were searching for something in yours, and she wouldn’t let go of your hand as you tried to pull away. Her grip only tightened.

“It’s uh, nice to meet you ms. Bouchard.” You said, sending a glance your mother’s way. Asking for help perhaps? But as you looked back at the woman in front of you, you felt that sudden feeling again. A feeling you couldn't quite explain. Not even if you tried to.

“You’re someone we haven’t seen around here before. Where have you been hiding this one, Liz?” Angelique turned to your mother and said. The movement with her head was almost doll-like. Despite turning her attention to your mother, she didn’t let go of your hand.

“She lives with her father in England. He shipped her off to boarding school.” Elizabeth said, her eyes finding Barnabas’s behind Angelique’s back.

“England? How unusual. Seems like such a waste to ship her so far away.” As she said the last part, her grip tightened even more. You hissed slightly as you felt the bones in your hand start to grind together. Finally tearing your hand away from her grip, you let out an awkward chuckle. Drying your now sweaty hand on your trousers. The woman in front of you looked almost offended as you rubbed your wrist with your other hand, but the expression was quickly changed to something else. As if she’d let her mask slip.

You heard your mother speak, but you didn't hear what she said. The woman in front of you was far too intriguing. She terrified you, but at the same time, there was just something about her that you couldn’t quite place.

Angelique couldn’t believe her eyes. Was this some kind of punishment sent from her ancestors? Sending you back to her, as a Collins? And as Elizabeth’s daughter out of all? As if she didn’t have enough trouble with Barnabas coming back. Her only love. You just had to be reborn. And you just had to choose to be reborn now. Like Barnabas, you hadn’t changed a bit. Despite being reincarnated again, and being born from another mother. Your eyes. Those same eyes that had told her the truth so many centuries ago. A truth she didn’t believe. Did you remember her like she remembered you? Was this some hideous trick of faith? Of course not. Angelique made her pathway to faith.

-

You’d imagined your life coming back to your mother’s would have been strange, but you hadn’t imagined this. Ever since that encounter on the stairs, not only had your mother been acting weirdly towards you, but so had this new relative of yours. Barnabas.

You’d heard of the story of David’s mother, Laura. It was heartbreaking to see the boy still walking around claiming he’d spoken to his mother. In some way, you could relate to losing a parent. After all these years, despite having your father, someone was missing. You would never mention it to your mother. She seemed to have enough on her plate, not only with just Carolyn.

This doctor. Julia Hoffman. Your mother spoke so highly of her. With sarcasm. Despite your mother’s information that Julia was sleeping off one of her hangovers, she still walked into the dining room with a glass in hand.

And this Vicky. She seemed sweet enough, but something wasn't right with her either. Barnabas seemed exceptionally taken by her. It was a little sweet, but it certainly wasn't what you expected.

Perhaps it was just because you were an outsider at the moment. You didn't truly know anyone. Sure, you knew your mother and your half-sister. Your uncle and his son, but did you genuinely know them? The real truth was no. As you walked through town, this wasn't something you could remember from when you were last here as a child. Your mother had told you of how Angelique had burned the Collins business to the ground with her own company. Angelbay. Despite the name, you had the feeling she was far from an angel.

As you weren't a child anymore and hardly needed supervision, you took a walk. Since nobody else seemed to be even the slightest interested in showing you around, you figured you’d do it yourself. You'd seen a bookstore, a record shop, and a small diner. Being this close to the sea would have been nice if it wasn't for the awful smell of fish the closer you got. You stood by a fence, looking out over the water. The sky was concealed away by the clouds.

“Don’t you have far more interesting things to do?”

A voice from behind you spoke. Startling you out of your trance. Looking behind you, you saw that same woman from earlier today. Although now she wasn’t wearing that skirt. She was wearing trousers.

“Oh, hello again ms. Bouchard. I was just taking a look around town.” You said, suddenly feeling nervous under her gaze.

“Please, call me Angie. No need for such, formalities.” She said with a wide smile. Her tone was teasing as she spoke. She walked up the few steps and stood next to you, leaning up against the fence. Turning herself towards you.

“Of course, I was only being polite.” You said as an apology. Looking down at your hands. You felt so out of place here. It was as if you’d arrived in a whole different world. If Angelique noticed, she didn’t say anything.

“How are you liking the town so far? I’d expected Liz to show you around.” Angelique said, purely faking her enjoyment.

“It’s nice, I suppose. A bit different to what I’m used to. She was supposed to but something came up and here I am.” You shrugged your shoulders and gave a small smile to the woman in front of you.

“How about I give you a little tour then, hm? Finish off with some dinner?”

“Oh, Angie that’s real sweet of you but you’re obviously a very busy lady. I couldn’t possibly ask you to do that.” You tried to reason.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t have the time, and it is my responsibility on behalf of the town council to welcome new members to Collinsport,” Angelique said, her tone firm.

“Oh, alright then. Why not?” You said with a small smile and then followed her back down to the road.

-

You felt very uneasy with all the eyes staring at you and you were certain that it wasn’t because you were new in town but because of a certain blond sitting across the table from you.

“Would you like to leave?” She asked calmly. She seemed used to having so many eyes on her.

“What? No, of course not. I’m just not used to, you know.” You said, trying to gesture with your hands.

“Not used to having dinner with a woman, you mean,” Angelique said as she leaned back in her seat. Bringing the coffee cup up to her lips to hide her smirk.

“No! I didn’t mean it like that. This is great. You’re great. I just meant-“

“You think I’m great? My, completing me already? Darling, I’d thought I’d at least buy you dinner first.” Angelique‘s smirk only grew as she spoke. Despite this not being her original plan, she wouldn’t deny herself the fact that she was enjoying herself. You really hadn’t changed a bit. Even now, you still resolved to a blushing mess before her. She’d forgotten how much she had had you wrapped around her finger.

“Buy me dinner? You don’t need to do that. What I meant was all the staring.” You leaned in and whispered the last part to her. Trying not to let her teasing affect you. Angelique leaned in as well and didn’t look away from the eye contact she held with you.

“Oh, it’s no trouble, darling. It seems that they are just as interested in this new thing coming into our town as I am. It is not every day we have a newcomer.”

“You must be used to all the eyes on you all the time. I mean you’re practically famous!” You said popping a chip into your mouth with a small smile. Angelique let out a chuckle.

“I know how to do business right and so have the women in my family. I won’t stoop so low to not walk around without everyone’s respect. But not all like me, you know.” Angelique said, taking another sip of her coffee.

“Who?”

“Your mother for one.” She said. Her eyes suddenly sharpened when you looked down at your plate. Crying your fingers on the napkin in your lap before looking up again. Her eyes changed once again, as quickly as the wind.

“Half the time I’m sure my mother doesn’t even like me. You’re not special.” You said without even realising it.

“Not special am I? Now that’s a first. I must admit.” Angelique gasped. Enjoying the way you suddenly choked on your drink in realisation.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry Angelique. I didn’t mean it like that. Please believe me.” You almost begged. Angelique only hummed at you, with a small smirk on her lips as she paid the bill and walked out of the diner and stopped by her car.

“I apologise for what I said, Angie. Truly. You must know I didn’t mean it like that.” You said, hoping you hadn’t offended her.

“I know what you meant. I would have thought you and Liz were the best of friends.” She croaked her head to the side, watching you. Leaning up against the side of her car. Her skin shone in the darkness from the pale light of the streetlamp.

“Well, I suppose not. I feel like I hardly know anyone. Especially not that new relative that showed up all of a sudden according to Mum. Barnabas or whatever his name was.” You shrugged, not noticing how Angelique’s body language changed at the mention of his name. Her ears spiked and her body reacted to it like a drug.

“No?” She asked with fake curiosity. Crossing her arms.

“You met him. He is very strange, but sweet I suppose. They all stare at me, much like those people in there.” You pointed at the diner. “You’re the only one who hasn’t looked at me strangely, and I hardly know you.” You risked a glance at the older woman in front of you.

Angelique hummed again before replying. “Some people are special. Different from others. Some people who are different can only understand each other.”

As she spoke, you thought she talked about you. In reality, she spoke about someone else.

In the end, all you did was shrug your shoulders as a response to what she said. You looked up at the sky and sighed.

“I should probably be heading home, Mum’s probably worried sick already. It was nice meeting you under different circumstances, Angie. You’re not as bad as they say, or as my mother says. Thank you for today.” You gave the woman a smile to show your gratitude before turning slowly away to walk on the payment beside the diner.

“Where are you going, Y/N?”

It was the first time you’d heard her say your name. It sent a shiver through you. The way your name rolled on her tongue made it sound so different from when everyone else said it. You turned around in time to see her open the car door.

“Well?” She said with a raised eyebrow. “Are you getting in or what?”

“Oh, it isn’t necessary. I can walk-“

The glance she gave you was enough to make you shut up and walk those few steps towards her and get into her car. She closed the door and walked around the car and got in the driver's seat. As she turned on the engine, she gave you a wink.

Angelique might not have been entirely sure what she was doing with you. You didn’t remember her, and even though she remembered you and your confession of love to her on your deathbed, she didn’t need you. On the other side though, you were suddenly a way to get to him.

-

“And where have you been all day?”

You turned around and saw your mother leaning against the doorframe of her office. She must have heard you come in.

“Out. Seeing town, and making new friends.” You shrugged and turned to leave, but she grabbed your arm and pulled you inside. “What are you doing?” You asked, shrugging out of her hold.

“And out of all the people in town, you chose Angelique as your new ‘friend’?!” Your mother nearly shouted at you.

“What is your problem, mum? Honestly. There’s nothing wrong with her. She was being nice, and she showed me around town and then bought me dinner. That’s all. It’s not like you went with me.” You scoffed and walked over to the large window on the right. The one with the view down to town.

“Nothings wrong with her? She’s a-“

“A what mum?” You turned around, glaring at her. Daring her to continue her sentence. Elizabeth gave up, took a breath and walked up to you, grabbing you by the shoulders.

“Look Y/N, there are some people who are different. Some people do not wish us well, and Angelique is one of them. She ran the business to the ground and has continued to poke us out as strangers to this town. I’m only looking out for you, and you know I didn’t leave you to go out alone on purpose, but I certainly did not mean for you to go handholding with our enemy.”

“Enemy? What is this, seventh grade? She was nice to me mum. She didn’t look at me weirdly like you all do, and she for one seemed genuinely interested in spending time with me.” You turned around again and looked out the window. You felt your mum’s grip on your shoulders tighten.

“Please promise me that you’ll not meet up with Angelique again. She means only trouble.”

You let out a heavy sigh and unwillingly agreed. You didn’t listen to what your mum then later said. Something about rebuilding the Collins fish business. Your mind kept wandering back to the diner. To the day you spent with Angelique. To the way she kissed your cheek before you got out of the car. Purely innocent and done as a friendly gesture of course, but it left you feeling different each time you thought of it. Developing a schoolgirl crush on your family’s sworn enemy on the first day of meeting her surely was something. If not the wrong thing.

-

As time went on, you did your best to obey your mother’s order to stay out of Angelique’s way, but of course, rules are meant to be broken. Technically It wasn’t you, it was her. It was always her these days. You couldn’t get her off your mind. You’d seen her in town and always looked her away. Even unknowingly. Now that the family business was up and running again, it caused even more tension to grow between your family and Angelique herself.

You felt as if you were stuck in the middle of it all. She wasn’t all that bad, was she? She had only ever been kind to you. Your mother and Barnabas kept whispering in secret at times. You always wondered if it was about her. Angelique. He seemed to know her, which surprised you when he was visiting from England himself. And if you were to believe your mother saying it was the first time he was visiting, how could he possibly know her? You almost felt jealous. Not only by the attention he was given by your mum but by the attention given by Angelique.

It sounded ridiculous, you hardly knew Angelique. Sure, she had shown you around town and bought you dinner, but that was it and since your mother had forbidden you to meet her, It was quite impossible. But there was just something about her that caused your mind to wander. Daydreaming had never been something that had affected you, that was until now. She was everywhere in your thoughts.

“Y/N!”

You jumped as you heard someone bark your name. Turning to your side, finding your mother standing there with crossed arms and a rather disapproving look on her face.

“Eh, sorry. What do you say?” You cleared your throat and sat up straighter. Trying not to make it look like you were just caught daydreaming. Again.

“What on earth is going on with you? You’re hardly listening to me at all. And this isn’t the first time this has happened. What’s gotten your mind so occupied you can’t even think to listen to me when I speak to you?” Your mother barked at you. Staring at you intensely. You suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

“Nothing mum. I promise. I just haven’t slept well, that’s all. I’m sorry.” You tried to reason. Hoping she’d fall for the bait and leave it alone.

“Perhaps you should see Julia.”

Now this surprised you.

“What? No. Of course not. I’m fine. I promise.” You said as you stood up and pushed the chair you’d been sitting in, in. “I think I’ll take a walk. You know, to clear my head.”

“This is about Angelique, isn’t it?”

You froze.

“What? Why would you say that?”

“You’ve been acting weirdly ever since I told you, you couldn’t see her again or under any circumstances talk to her.”

“I’ve been acting weirdly? Says the woman who’s been whispering in secret with this new relative who showed up out of the blue.” You sparked back at her. How dare she?

“Barnabas and I aren’t secretly whispering and he is as much a Collins as you are.”

She kept on going with her speech. Your mother was always wise when it came to words and at this moment, she seemed to favour him over you. So you left for that walk.

-

Summer was going away as the leaves were falling off the trees and the clouds coming back with rain every other minute. The air was damp but cool. Perfectly enough to help you cool down. You’d never been the one to raise your voice at your parents, but your mother seemed out of line these days.

As you walked alongside the shops, the wind was getting harsher. The clouds were getting darker too, and you could almost smell the incoming rain, but it didn’t bother you. You stepped into a coffee shop as the sky finally opened up. Just barely making it inside without getting drenched. You sat in a corner booth and drank your tea while watching the rain fall. Rather depressing, but given the circumstances it felt right. Perhaps the only right thing to do after a fight with your mother. It made you miss your father and your home.

“Is it just me, or are you always alone?”

A voice behind you spoke. You turned around and felt the air leave your lungs for just a second.

“Angelique.”

“So you do speak. I was almost certain your tongue had been cut off.” Angelique said as she sat down opposite you.

“Oh, no I haven’t been ignoring you if that’s what-“

“Oh, but that’s exactly what you’ve been doing, isn’t it? Did Mommy finally tell the tale to scare you away from me?”

“You know that’s not true Angie.” You tried to defend yourself. You knew it was useless as she had some right in what she was saying.

“Isn’t it? It wouldn’t surprise me. Liz has always seen me as the big bad wolf. I can leave if you’d like.” She said, halfway out of her seat.

“No! Please, don’t go.” You said, rather fast. If not too fast. And a bit louder than you would have liked. Angelique’s lips curled into a grin and sat back down again. Lightning a cigarette.

“So tell me, why the sudden silence? I thought we were friends.” She said as she blew out the smoke.

“Yes I know, and I’m sorry. Truly.”

“Funny, I’m suddenly getting déjà vu from this conversation.”

You looked down at your hands. A small sense of guilt finally creeping up on you. You suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

“How about we talk somewhere else, hm?”

You looked up and saw her staring at you rather intensely. With a small nod, you got up from your seat and followed her out in the rain. Knowing your mother would probably have a fit if she knew what you were doing right now. You got into her car and let her drive off to whatever place she had in mind.

That place being her house. It wasn’t what you had imagined when she’d offered to speak somewhere else. It was a house on a hill a little further away from town and of course, it was a big one. Despite the big house, it didn’t look as modern as you thought on the inside. Sure, marble floors in the hallway and a massive golden mirror, but it was elegant. Fitting for someone like Angelique. You suddenly felt even more out of place.

You nearly jumped as you felt someone come up behind you, only to remember it was Angelique herself. She’d pulled off your coat. With a hand on your lower back, she lead you into the house. The room on your left was the living room. A room with windows looking out over the town, much like the ones in your mother’s office. Two big white sofas surrounding a fireplace.

“You have a beautiful home,” you said as you looked around. Large paintings hanging on walls. On the other side of the room was a record player. You couldn't help but let curiosity get the better of you, and walked over. You peeked through all the records she had. Most of them being French. You should have guessed it. She did have a rather French name after all.

“Have a thing for music, do you?”

You turned around to see Angelique holding two glasses of wine and an amused expression on her face.

“Oh, I didn't mean to look through your things. I was just curious.”

Angelique nodded her head towards the sofa closest to the fireplace and sat down. You walked over and sat down next to her but at a distance. She handed you one of the glasses but you refused politely.

“What, you don’t drink?”

“I’ve never had alcohol before no. My father doesn’t really drink. Well, not unless it’s scotch.”

“Try it.”

You had a feeling she wasn’t going to give up so you did. It tasted bitter and you made a face as the liquid went down. A laugh arose from the older woman next to you before taking a sip of her own. “You’ll get used to the taste.” She said, closing her eyes and leaning back against the sofa. Basking in the warmth from the fireplace. You couldn’t help but stare at her. It wasn’t intentional but you couldn’t look away. Her pale skin shone in the light from the fire just as it had done with the light from the lamppost that night. You almost wanted to touch it.

Angelique knew you were staring. She had a sixth sense after all, but it felt just like it did all those centuries ago. Your eyes on her at every possible moment of the day. Something in her enjoyed it. She wouldn’t admit it to herself, the fact that some part of her had missed you. Never, but now that her last meeting with Barnabas hadn’t ended well, despite the lustful hour of what she would call love, she couldn’t help but think of the possibilities of having you on her side. What it could mean for her and Barnabas.

She opened her eyes again and caught you staring. You quickly looked away, a blush forming on your cheeks as you’d been caught. A small chuckle came from the woman next to you. Her chuckle was low and sultry, sending a shiver down your spine. Her gaze lingered on you, suddenly cloudy and intense as if she could see right through you. The room seemed to dim around you and the air thick with anticipation, as her hand slowly reached out to touch yours, igniting a forbidden desire within you. You looked down at where her hand suddenly grasped yours, tugging at it. Pulling you closer to her. Your knees suddenly touched hers. You looked up at Angelique again, only to realise how much closer she was. Letting out a gasp as a reaction.

“Don't be shy," she whispered, her voice smooth like velvet. “I don't bite. Well, not unless you want me to.”

The blush that had previously appeared on your cheeks crept up your throat once again. Angelique’s other arm was draped over the sofa’s back. A shiver went through you once more as you felt her fingers trace the skin of your wrist.

“Tell me, how are you getting along with this new relative of yours?”

“He’s nice I suppose. He taught me how to play chess. He’s been spending a lot of time with Vicky. They go down to the water quite a bit with David.” Your eyes had turned to the fireplace, so you didn’t notice the way Angelique’s eyes changed as you mentioned Vicky. She wasn’t going to be a problem much longer. How odd. You being reborn, and Josette too.

“How do you know him?” You asked. Turning back to her, unknowingly curling yourself more towards her. The question caught Angelique off guard. She hadn’t thought of a cover-up story for this.

“We met here in Collinsport. The same day when I met you.”

“Funny, you seemed to know each other, even back then.”

“Funny indeed.”

“I should probably go. It’s getting late, and I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” You said, clearly sensing it had been the wrong thing to ask. As you got up, Angelique grabbed your hand. Her grip was just as tight as the day you met when she wouldn’t let go of your hand. It was giving you déja vu.

“Stay. Have another glass of wine. You’re an adult, aren’t you? Mommy doesn’t need to know where you are all the time.” As she spoke, she filled up your glass and handed it to you, tugging you down to sit.

-

You had shared a bottle. Or mostly, you had drank it. Angelique had had two glasses. It had left you woody, and more unaware of your surroundings than before. Leaving you prey to a predator named Angelique. As the evening went on and the more alcohol you consumed, the more you fell for her trap. Her small touches and her eyes looking you over. You were done for.

Your head was lying on her shoulder. Your body curled into hers as you comforted yourself in the warmth from the other woman. Her fingers were running through your hair. Your eyes were slipping shut and a pleasant hum left your lips. It was a moment someone would have called soft. Not Angelique of course. She wasn’t soft, but she always had a plan.

“Feeling tired, Y/N?”

You hummed in response. Wrapping your arm around her waist to hold onto her. Angelique chuckled to herself. She let you fall asleep curled into her. She hardly knew what time it was, and she didn’t care. The longer you stayed with her, the more of a riff there would be between you and Elizabeth. The more you would be on her side. Of course, it wasn’t because she enjoyed it. Having you so close to her. She was only using you to get to Barnabas. That was what this whole thing was about. Angelique had realised long ago that you didn’t remember anything from your past life, but her plan had always been to use you to get to him.

-

“I love you, Angelique.”

Angelique froze upon hearing those words fall from your lips. She refused to look you in the eye when she moved again. You grabbed her hand and begged her to look at you. Even on your deathbed, you needed to see her one last time. With her by your side, you could pass on peacefully. She didn’t say anything as she sat down. She let you hold her hand. She didn’t understand why you would say such a thing to her. She didn’t love you. She wasn’t sure she liked you. But from the moment you started, you’d been on her side. You had been able to read her like no one had before. Perhaps it was for the best that you were dying. Who knew what you would do if you found out she was a witch?

“I love you.”

She saw the life drain from your eyes. Those three words being the last you said, and the last you said to her left her with a strange feeling. Suddenly, something else was happening to her. She was feeling something other than hatred for Barnabas' denial. She was feeling empty. The anger was quickly coming back. She wouldn’t let the death of you come in her way. No matter how it made her feel.

-

The dream still haunted you. It didn’t feel like a dream. It felt like a memory. Something that happened a long time again that you suddenly remembered, but that wasn’t possible. Was it?

It had been days. Everything was going into chaos. There hadn’t been any time to stop and think about it. Especially not now when the factory was burning up in flames. You’d been in your mother’s office as it happened. She wouldn’t let you leave her eyesight when she found out you’d spent the night at Angie’s. You didn’t remember it. You didn’t remember any of it. The only thing you remembered was that dream. Everything felt so different. Suddenly Julia was missing and nobody knew where she’d gone. Barnabas and Vicky had disappeared as well. You might not have grown up with your mother, but you knew she wasn’t doing well. Something was stressing her more than usual.

As you walked down the stairs to the front doors, you heard sirens. Your mother opened the doors and walked out. You walked out behind her and saw Angelique’s red car pull up alongside a police car. People from the town were gathering in the driveway.

It all went by so quickly as Barnabas suddenly walked out behind you. You’d walked closer to your mother as he suddenly grasped Angelique by the neck. The gasps from the people alongside your own as he bit into her neck echoed throughout your head. Your mother’s accusation of Angie being a witch as she suddenly threw Barnabas back into the house with ease. Her skin looked even paler as she turned around again after greeting the people behind her. It looked as if it was cracking. Like porcelain. A feeling of dread went through you. Perhaps your mother was right after all.

You’d followed your mother back into the house, standing behind her as she fired the shotgun. It all happened in the blink of an eye. The house catching on fire, Carolyn being a werewolf and Angelique making the house bleed. David’s mother’s ghost appeared and screamed Angelique up into the chandelier. Making it crash down into the ground. Your mother carried Carolyn out of the house, screaming for you and David to follow, but you couldn’t. Something in you couldn’t move. Instead, you ran to her.

“Angelique?” You said, your voice trembling with both fear and sorrow. For a reason, you couldn’t understand. That dream came rushing back to you. It wasn’t a dream, was it?

“Angelique, I remember where I’ve seen you before.” You said. You didn’t fully understand what you meant as you spoke, but the woman in front of you did. A glint of something other than pain flashed through her eyes. Her skin looked like a smashed porcelain doll. You looked behind you and saw Barnabas standing there. A scream of your name, coming from your mother made you move. Standing just by the door to see the life drain from Angelique’s eyes as she turned her head towards you.

Something in her was trying to tell you something just before it disappeared. It hit you like a slap in the face. A cry erupted from your lungs as the ceiling fell over Angelique. You almost ran in, had it not been for your mother’s arms dragging you away from the sight of your burning home. It had never been the house or your family. It had always been her. She was your love. Your true love.

[stephanieromanoff]

I decided doing like a masterlist of fics from AO3 I like for myself, but thought maybe I should share it with y’all so here it goes.

ANGELIQUE BOUCHARD X READER

Fluff:

Midnight Sparks - fourth of July

Headcanons

Fluff Alphabet

Vampire Cover Up - blood, comfort, vampire!reader

Someone Cared For - comfort, Christmas

Birthday

Carnival and love - Collins!reader

Holiday Baking

After Work Cuddles

First Holiday - implied age gap

Quiet - Collins!reader

5 Moments You Offered her Kindness +1 When When She Offered The Same

Angst:

Perfect - happy ending, Collins!reader

I’ll Protect You - happy ending, Barnabas x Angelique, hurt/comfort

The Name of the Game - jealousy, insecurity, happy ending

Pain - light angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending

Mistakes - hurt/comfort, happy ending

Smut:

Cigarettes, Summoning Spell and… - mommy kink, top!Angelique

Time of the Season - mommy kink, sugarbaby!reader

Carolyn’s Birthday - top!Angelique

Anniversary - top!Angelique

Love Languages - top!Angelique, fluff

Family Dinner - top!Angelique

Series:

Uncaged - Collins!reader, hurt/comfort, light angst

The name of the game - Collins!reader, smut, fake dating, happy ending

Welcome Home - angst, Collins!reader, happy ending

[multimilfs]

Elizabeth Collins x Fem!Reader: Good Behavior

Summary: ghostsunderstoodmysoul sent... Elizabeth Collins + 36 -- "You were put on this earth to give me a headache."

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: To this day, this is one of my favorite Michelle roles. I think it's just so fun. Also I need you to know that when I saw the number and the character I was SO EXCITED. It's the perfect combination for her character!!!!

Full Ficmas List

Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix

Warning(s): None

You’re sitting at the long dining room table, flipping blindly through the newspaper for something interesting. Carolyn is half-sprawled a few seats away on your left, eyes closed, head bobbing. The chair groans and squeaks as she shifts her whole body the longer the song goes on. 

The coffee in your cup makes you wince with every bitter sip. Someone—Barnabas—had been asked several times to get milk at the store, which he forgot, along with a whole manner of other things. You haven’t worked up the energy to make the trip yourself but you and Elizabeth both made the decision that Barnabas is not to be trusted with family errands; you’re not entirely sure why he was trusted in the first place. 

Carolyn hums a few chairs away as the record player goes quiet, spinning and crackling, before another song starts. The girl is up and out of her seat as the first note hits her ears. She sways and dips, making you raise your brows, but ultimately you turn back to the newspaper. 

“Good morning.” A quiet voice comes from your right. 

You jump. Dropping the paper onto the table reveals David. He silently takes up a seat, dark curls flattened on one side and pajama set rumpled. You grin and resist the urge to lean over and ruffle his hair. 

“Morning, David,” You say, “Sleep well?” 

He nods. His eyes are focused intently on the bowl in front of him as he goes through the motion of fixing his cereal—though it isn’t much, without the milk. 

“I saw my Mom again last night.” 

“Sweetheart, your Mom moved on, remember?” You say gently. 

A shadow comes over his face. You wait, sipping at your coffee, every painfully bitter sip infusing your bones with warmth. David has struggled separating dreams from reality as of late, mentioning conversations with his Mother like they happened just yesterday. It pains you every time you have to remind him of the truth. 

He lifts a spoonful of dry cereal to his mouth and nods. You almost regret having said anything. 

“Yeah,” David says, “It was a dream. It felt real.” 

“I know. She was with you for a long time, so that’s only reasonable.” 

“Do you think she still is? Aunt Liz says she—” 

Carolyn cuts in violently, “Will you two shut up? This is the best part!” 

David goes silent and drops his spoon into the bowl. He pulls his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms securely around his legs. You breathe deeply and take a moment to gather your patience. Despite her outburst, it took Carolyn no time to return to her dancing. 

You level a heavy look her way, but she doesn’t notice. It’s only a few days until the full moon now. You can blame her temper on her magical affliction all day, but you’d be wrong to ignore how she has methods of coping with her anger to use rather than blowing up. 

Clearing your throat, you push your chair back from the table. 

“Turn it off, please, Carolyn.” You request. 

It goes ignored. 

“Either you turn it off or I will.” You say. 

That earns you a reaction. She groans and turns, teeth bared. David flinches away from the display of her elongated canines and yellowed eyes. You just stare back. The challenge makes her growl, deep and low in her throat. 

It’s an impressive display. Unfortunately, Carolyn is all bark and no bite. You’re not going to bend to her performance. 

“God!” She shouts, finally breaking, “You’re the worst!” 

Carolyn turns off the record player and stomps out of the room, huffing the whole way. She passes Elizabeth coming in on her way out. Her Mother turns as if to say something, before thinking better of it. Elizabeth is still shaking her head when she comes to sit beside you. 

You lean over and place a fond kiss on her cheek. It earns you a warning glance. The paper you discarded on the table catches her eye and she tilts her head, taking in the headline. 

“What was that about?” Elizabeth asks finally. 

All too aware of David still listening at the table, “I’ll explain later. Sleep well?” 

She did. You know that because you sleep next to her and she was snoring—rather obnoxiously —when you woke up. 

“I did,” She says. She pours herself a cup of coffee before glancing over at your cup, “Black coffee this morning, dear?” 

“We still don’t have milk.” 

You motion to David, who has returned to eating his dry cereal, and Elizabeth sighs. Two fingers pinch the bridge of her nose. It makes you chuckle into your coffee. 

There’s a grocery trip in the very, very near future. But you have to make sure Elizabeth is distracted before you attempt to leave. She’ll fight hard to go with you, but you can see the strained look in her eyes, her smile not feeling completely authentic. 

You’ve made it your mission that Elizabeth spends the day relaxing. No errands, no business, nothing. All of it will fall to you; you’ve made sure that any calls from Collins Cannery are held until tomorrow and any bright ideas Barnabas may get are brought to you instead. You even went out of your way to restock her macrame supplies. 

“We’ll go after breakfast.” Elizabeth decides. 

Lucky for you, you’re already done up for the day. Elizabeth has forgone her makeup for breakfast which leaves you just enough time to slip out of the house. You’ve also made sure to hide the keys in case she catches on.

She doesn’t, though.

After breakfast, she leaves you with a small kiss, and ascends the stairs to your shared bedroom. You wait a good thirty seconds before fishing out the car keys from a vase near the door. 

David catches your exit and his brows furrow. You don’t resist the urge to ruffle his hair this time, to his dismay. He frowns at you through an abundance of curls. The action reminds you how young he still is. Emotions welling in your chest, you kiss his forehead. 

“Tell your Aunt Liz I’ve got groceries covered and that she should do some macrame while I’m gone.” You relay. 

“...Okay.” 

— —

Elizabeth stands in the doorway when you return. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she looks displeased, but not truly; her frown isn’t deep enough. You flash her a smile when you turn off the car. 

“Get some macrame done?” You ask. 

“You were put on this earth to give me a headache, you know that?” She says, ignoring your question, “I come downstairs and David tells me I should go do macrame. He didn’t tell me where you were, I didn’t realize until I saw the car was gone.” 

“You know what cures a headache?” 

“Don’t.” 

“Macrame.” 

“I despise you.”

“If that were true, I wouldn’t live in your house… or sleep in your bed.” You point out. 

Elizabeth glares, “You can just as easily sleep on the couch.” 

“You’d miss me too much, Lizzie.” 

She turns around and closes the door behind her. You hear the heavy lock click into place on the other side. The groceries in your arms feel much heavier. Carefully balancing the brown bags, you round the house to the back door, only to find that locked too. 

Damn her. 

You try to do one nice thing for her and she kicks you out; Carolyn’s mood swings must be an inherited trait. It seems you’re going to wait on the front porch until her mood blows over. 

Turning to head back up front, you hear the lock click, and the squeal of the hinges as the door opens. David stands in the doorway with a small smile on his face. That isn’t a good sign. 

“Aunt Liz said not to let you in until you learn your lesson.” He says. 

“Oh, yeah?” You say, “Then why open the door?” 

His smile widens. 

“What’s your price?” You ask. 

“I want ice cream for dinner.” 

You try not to wince. Elizabeth will never go for the idea, but your arms are aching. The only way inside is to agree and risk pissing her off more. 

Maybe, you think, you can smooth things over. She’s kept you around this long, hasn’t she? 

“Fine,” You agree and he lets out an excited yes! before you hold up your hand, “but it has to be tomorrow night, I don’t want to stress your Aunt out anymore today.”

This time of the month she’s already bogged down dealing with Carolyn, so where usually she’d find ice cream for dinner amusing and playfully scold you, it could possibly mean hell over the next few days. You have to be careful about this. 

“Okay!” David agrees. He opens the door and lets you through. 

You drop the groceries on the closest available surface. 

No sooner have you done that than Elizabeth appears, arms crossed over her chest, lips pursed. David walks by as if he wasn’t the one to let you back in the house. Once he’s passed, you offer her a smile. She raises a brow. 

“You should be relaxing, honey.” You advise. 

Elizabeth reaches into the bags and begins to unpack them. 

“I’d relax more if you wouldn’t sneak off.” 

You laugh, “Would you have actually let me go this morning, Liz?” 

She says nothing. 

Putting the eggs and milk away is very interesting all of a sudden. You try to hide your knowing grin, but when Elizabeth glares, you know you’ve failed. 

You kiss her sweetly on the cheek. She’s impossibly cute, even when she’s annoyed. 

“I know you, sweetheart,” You add, “You need a day off.” 

“I take days off.” She argues.

“When was the last day you took, hm?” 

“I–” Elizabeth starts, only to pause. You can practically see the gears turning in her head. Finally, her face settles into a frown, “I’d have more time to take days off if you all behaved.” 

“You mean if Barnabas behaved.” 

Of the Collins family, Barnabas is by far the worst behaved. It forever astounded you that your werewolf step-daughter had more decorum than the centuries old vampire. It’d astound Elizabeth too, if she wasn’t the one handling the fallout. 

The people of Collinsport had been more amiable to Barnabas’... affliction than you’d expected. When you hadn’t woken up the morning after the fires to a mob outside the dingy hotel room you were staying in, you were amazed. They had even helped you all rebuild—the house, at least; the bones had survived, being made primarily of stone, but the insides… a lot had been lost, but a lot had been saved too. 

Collins Cannery had been a completely different beast. 

Luckily, Elizabeth had been smart enough to set the business up with insurance this time, rather than relying on old family funds. Barnabas had made his first very blatant error when he—badly—hypnotized the insurance adjuster into fudging a few numbers. 

You swore up and down that you thought Elizabeth was going to tear her hair out when the threat of a lawsuit came around. Thank god for plausible deniability. 

Since then, Elizabeth had taken on the bulk of the Cannery work, attempting to make sound business decisions while dodging accusations of foul play on Barnabas’ end. You’d been fortunate enough to sit in on a meeting where Barnabas had loudly proclaimed that he only engaged in dishonorable play. He was promptly removed from the board after that. 

“Do you think Barnabas would take offense to us sending him on a short vacation?” Elizabeth asks, face contemplative. 

“Why not a long one?” 

“David enjoys having him around.” 

You nod, “Short vacation it is. And when our dear cousin is on this vacation, will you finally take that break?” 

Elizabeth looks over her shoulder with eyes full of amusement. You know the answer without her having to say it. Smiling, you saunter over to the phone, dialing a well-known number. The line rings before you’re connected to someone on the other end. 

Smiling and throwing Elizabeth a wink, “Hi Delia. I’ve got a quick question—where did you say you sent your Mother-in-law last week?”

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Watching Dark Shadows again means I'm going to wind up writing a long post about Willie Loomis, another one of those characters I've latched onto obsessively, and I'm making it everyone's problem. John Karlen's Willie Loomis from original Dark Shadows is my favorite character in any incarnation of the series, but I have the same problem with him that I have with Toad from the X-Men.

Under cut, because long

So, just like Toad, Willie is the much-abused lackey of a charismatic villain who gradually becomes more of a complex anti-hero, and eventually a genuine hero. Which leaves writers with the problem of - now that the villain is a "good guy" (or at least no longer actively evil), what do we do about the lackey?

Toad is a mutant whose genetics made him ugly and weird-looking, and also gave him powerful legs that let him leap super-humanly high (it also later gave him a long tongue, green skin, the ability to secrete toxins from his skin and a dozen other powers added by later writers). Toad spend his childhood being treated like shit, until he was rescued by Magneto, who continued the trend of treating Toad like shit as part of Magneto's Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. In the 60's Magneto was a classic villain, and Toad was his Igor, a sniveling lackey who follows him around begging for his favor, and tattling on any other Brotherhood members who step out of line. Toad is pathetic, and the reader is meant to feel disgust towards him, but at the same time, he clearly doesn't deserve the way Magneto hits him, yells at him, and abandons him whenever convenient.

Then Claremont got ahold of Magneto and made him a MUCH more complex, and arguably noble character, no longer a megalomaniacal villain, but a Well-Intentioned Extremist who wants to protect his fellow mutants. Toad is conveniently no longer at Magneto's side by this point. Writers made some vague attempts to rehabilitate him (including having him try to be Spiderman's sidekick), but it never works. Toad is rarely treated seriously - he remains a villain but is rarely effective at it, he's pathetic, disgusting, a complete joke. Even his semi-sympathetic storyline in Wolverine and the X-Men had him treated as a joke for most of that series, acting as the X-Men's janitor and sleeping on the floor. Magneto goes back and forth between hero and villain, but maintains his complexity and dignity, and is arguably much more of a good guy than bad guy. So Toad, who bore the brunt of Magneto's abuse back in the day, has to be swept under the rug and forgotten, or written as such a gross, pathetic creature who is so unlikable that no one cares that Magneto used to smack him around.

Similarly, Willie Loomis from Dark Shadows. Willie was a petty criminal, with a wild streak that seemed to indicate he could potentially be violent and dangerous, who unearthed vampire Barnabas Collins by opening the Collins' family tomb in search of hidden treasure. Barnabas attacked and fed on him, and from that moment he became Barnabas' hapless servant. Willie is both horrified and deeply humbled by an encounter with someone so much worse than himself. Barnabas starts the show as a villain, who feeds on people (and kills them if they become inconvenient), who terrorizes and beats Willie, and who kidnaps a waitress and tries to brainwash her into becoming his long-lost fiance, whom she resembles. Willie is Barnabas's unwilling accomplice to all of this, knowing that it is horribly wrong, but afraid that Barnabas will kill him, and kept under Barnabas's vampiric control. In a sense, suffering brings out the "better side" of Willie, he stops causing trouble in town, he show compassion for others, he tries his best to protect Maggie to his limited ability. Eventually, Maggie escapes, but seems to have lost her memory from the trauma. When rumors spread that she has regained her memories, Barnabas plans to kill her, and Willie rushes out to save her. But it's actually a trap, Willie gets shot multiple times by police, put into a coma, and framed for Maggie's kidnapping, and it is the saddest thing ever.

But that's not all for Willie! When he wakes up, Willie is deeply confused, and is declared insane and shipped off to Windcliff, the local mental hospital. Much later, Barnabas arranges to get him out because he needs a lackey again, although he claims to feel bad about how he treated Willie (Julia sees right through this bullshit). Willie seems to not fully remember what happened, and thinks that he and Barnabas are friends. After that, both Willie's presence on the show and his characterization fluctuate a lot. He disappears for long periods of time, and will reappear just hanging out at the Old House when the plot needs him (or even if it doesn't). John Karlen, the actor, apparently left the show sometimes for other work, so writers would just write Willie out....or not bother with him at all. Sometimes Willie is a jerk, sometimes he seems excitable and childish and makes impulsive decisions, sometimes he's just a normal guy reacting in very understandable ways to the supernatural bullshit he's been plunged into. He continues to work for Barnabas, even when all common sense should have him running for the hills.

Meanwhile, Barnabas has become the dark horse star of the show. Anyone who remembers Dark Shadows will remember it as "the show about the vampire," but it wasn't meant to be. It was meant to be a gothic soap opera about a young governess in a creepy mansion, working for a family full of secrets. Barnabas was meant to be a villain who would eventually die, but he became insanely popular. He was gradually redeemed, in part with the help of the other best character Dr. Julia Hoffman attempting to cure him of vampirism (it sort of worked, but it never stuck). He got a tragic backstory about how a witch cursed him and by extension the entire Collins family. (Although the witch was a servant that Barnabas had an affair with and then dumped for his more respectable fiance, so part of me thinks, "Good for her.") He became a reluctant vampire, chained in a coffin for 200 years and emerging into an unfamiliar new world, with all the family he once knew dead (although the Collins descendants remained). While he continued to be ruthless, manipulative, and sometimes violent (and straight-up murderous), he also pursues more noble goals, protects the Collins' family, and goes up against threats worse than himself.

So of course Willie, the much-abused servant, gets a similar treatment to Toad. He is often ignored or pushed aside. After his return from the mental hospital, he doesn't get much in the way of character arcs, but mostly falls into the role of the sidekick of the new vampire hero. Barnabas no longer beats him, but still sometimes treats him coldly and with derision, and pushes him to do things that he absolutely does not want to do. Barnabas and Julie even threaten to send him back to the hospital and declare him "untreatable" if he doesn't play ball. The audience might have been on Willie's side when he stood against Barnabas for Maggie's sake, but now that Barnabas is the main protagonist, Willie is expected to stay by his side, clean the house, light the candles, and either dig up or bury bodies, depending on what Barnabas needs. Of course, in fairness to the show, Willie's lack of development isn't just to make Barnabas look good, it's also because John Karlen had other acting jobs, and was allowed to leave the show and return frequently.

Other portrayals of Willie get even less sympathetic. There are tie-in novels that generally treat Willie as unsophisticated and barely competent next to the charming Barnabas (if he even appears at all). The 2012 Dark Shadows movie made Willie a surly drunk who barely seems to care about (or even register) what's happening around him, and sidesteps the whole abuse issue. Barnabas hypnotizes Willie into serving him, but doesn't feed off him, and I don't think he ever gets violent with him. Willie is just there, along for the ride. Then again, the less said about the movie, the better.

Then there's the 1991 revival Willie, who is very different from Karlen, and generally not in a good way. This version of Willie is dumbed down to the point that he almost seemed intellectually-disabled, or maybe like an offensive caricature of someone who is intellectually-disabled, although I don't think that was the actor's intention. 91 Willie starts off as a belligerent drunk, but never really has the violent edge of Karlen's Willie, and generally acts like an overgrown child. The worst he does is cause a scene at the Blue Whale and it's suggested that he's done worse in the past ("Willie can get a little crazy sometimes,"), but Carolyn isn't afraid of him at all, and describes him as "weird, but harmless." He is also now the nephew of housekeeper Mrs. Johnson, combing Willie and OG DS character Harry Johnson, and giving Willie a reason to be at Collinwood besides Jason McGuire.

Despite not being Karlen, I have a soft spot for this Willie, mostly because, after being bitten, he spends most of his scenes trying keep people from getting hurt or killed. Post-bite Willie is suddenly kind and friendly and trying to "clean up his act," (that part is presumably due to pressure from Barnabas). He is also threatened, screamed at, and violently beaten by Barnabas, yet seems entirely devoted to him from the beginning. Karlen's Willie at least pushed back against Barnabas, and openly hated him, until his trip to and from the mental hospital. 91 Willie is like someone in an abusive relationship. He has to walk on eggshells around his moody and violent boss, but seems to blame himself when Barnabas lashes out, and never gets angry, even when thrown down the stairs and beaten. (Actually, Willie gets thrown down the stairs twice on this show). Willie's general attitude seems to be that Barnabas is a swell guy, and he's only mean because he's a vampire, and once he is cured, he and Willie will be best friends, and if Barnabas is cold, or condescending, or cruel, it must be Willie's own fault for saying or doing the "wrong" thing.

Which is a pretty disturbing way to portray a relationship between a guy and his abusive boss. I think part of the problem is that the show is trying to speed-run the greatest hits of original Dark Shadows, so they want Barnabas as a "villain," but also Barnabas as a romantic hero at the same time. Barnabas hurts and kills people, manipulates everyone around him, and rarely takes any accountability for his own actions, but is still meant to be a sympathetic reluctant vampire, who doesn't kidnap his "one true love" (now Victoria Winters instead of Maggie Evans), but does seem pretty dead set on marrying her before Vickie has even agreed to go steady.

So the show also speedruns Barnabas and Willie up to the point where Willie has fallen into the role of devoted sidekick, no matter what Barnabas does. It also seems, at times, like we are supposed to sympathize with Barnabas when he lashes out and then apologizes and shows a gentler side. Like there's a scene where Barnabas shoves Willie against wall for saying the wrong thing (Willie is totally right in what he says, btw), then Barnabas gets ahold of himself and apologizes, and even gives Willie a gentle pat on a cheek - which Willie flinches away from, a great acting detail. Then Barnbas calls Willie "a loyal friend," and Willie is all, "Ah geez, Barnabas, it's okay, I'd do anything for you." And I guess we're supposed to see the poor vampire struggling with his violent urges? But that little moment of kindness can be very much part of an abusive relationship. The abuser lashes out, apologizes and shows kindness, and the victim goes, "Ah, he's not a bad guy, this must be my fault for upsetting him!"

This isn't me trying to argue the morality of watching Dark Shadows, btw, or saying that you can't enjoy Barnabas or his relationship with Willie in any version of the show. Hell, some people ship them, and that's cool, too! But sometimes the "relationship" between them is hard to watch, both in 66 and in 91. It doesn't help that I don't particularly like Barnabas, the way I do like Magneto (bringing the Toad comparison back in). He's a fascinating character, and all due credit to both Johnathan Frid and Ben Cross for making him compelling to watch, but he's frequently a horrible person. The 91 version in particular, who is meant to be our romantic lead, is incredibly manipulative, and cruel. Maybe if the series had continued we would have seen more of his better side. Or maybe poor 91 Willie would have also gotten shot in the back, committed, and blamed for Barnabas's crimes.

I think what I would really like for Willie, if there is ever another Dark Shadows reboot, is some equality and even mutual respect between him and Barnabas, the same way there is with Barnabas and Julia. The relationship can start out abusive, if it must, but eventually Willie needs to gain his independence and self-respect, and choose to stay with Barnabas ONLY after they reckon with the past and Barnabas stops hitting him (or threatening him, or shoving him, or grabbing him by the shirt front and snarling at him). I actually like the idea of Willie as part of the Supernatural Shenanigans trio with Julia and Barnabas, but not if it means Willie just conveniently forgetting everything and getting manipulated into thinking that Barnabas and Julia are his best buddies. Or Willie getting pushed down to make Barnabas look better. Basically, I want Hawkes Harbor, the Dark Shadows fanfic with the serial numbers filed off, where 66 Willie is treated like an actual main character and not a lackey or punching bag.

A few other random thoughts:

66 Willie actually gets to tell Barnabas off in one of the Big Finnish Audio dramas, where he sides with Maggie over his former boss, and tells Barnabas that they were never friends. Good for you, Willie.

91 Willie accepts mistreatment so readily from Barnabas, it makes me wonder if he is used to being abused. He's already the town scapegoat, and then everyone thinks Barnabas is this amazing person who "civilized" Willie, while he is actually beating the shit out of him, and it's so sad.

I actually liked some details of 91 Willie, even if I didn't love the portrayal. Him being Mrs. Johnson's nephew gave him closer ties to Collinwood than 66 Willie, and it's implied that he's been there awhile. Did he grow up there, in this opulent mansion as the servant's kid and not part of the "real" family? Or did he live with his father (said to be deceased) and only visit occasionally? Roger clearly has no patience with Willie, Elizabeth seems a little more forgiving. I notice in the pilot, when Willie fails to pick up Vickie like he was meant to, Roger gives Elizabeth this look, like, "See? I'm right!" while Elizabeth just looks disappointed.

I also liked the scene in the bar when, after Willie has caused a scene being an asshole, Joe offers to give Vickie a ride to Collinwood. Vickie gives Willie a long look, and says, "I think it'll be just fine," and asks Willie to drive her, "if it's all right." I think this moment is Vickie thinking, "This jerk works for the family, I'm gonna have to deal with him on a daily basis, I don't want to get on his bad side." And it works, even pre-bite Willie seems to be fine with Vickie. He's nasty, but not directly to her. I like Vickie being a bit proactive and showing some spine.

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My Favorite Dark Shadows Fanfictions 🧛‍♂️🧇

Fluff : 🌺    Smut : 🔥    Angst : 😭    None : 🌲

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Barnabas Collins 🧇 :

Him Trying To Take Care Of You When You Get Sick

Things About Him

Being A Vampire And Trying To Help Him Settle Into The New World

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Forgotten Memories-Barnabas Collins x Reader

Summary: Reader was married to Barnabas and a witch, Angelique killed her, now in the present she has to remember her past and who Barnabas is.

"You may kiss the bride." Barnabas lifted my white veil and tilted his head down to kiss me. I smiled and kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck while I held the bouquet of flowers. "A toast to the groom and bride!" Everyone cheered and held their glasses filled with wine. It was a small private wedding. Bananas and I agreed to not invite more than 20 people since they could try it say anything. The entered the house and was filled with beautiful sounds of violin from the people who were playing it. "May I have this dance, milady?" Barnabas bowed a bit and held his right hand out. I smiled and grabbed his hand. Barnabas smiled and held my waist when we began to dance and the crowd of people surrounded us. I had my eyes fixed on my husband and he had his eyes on mine. I lovingly stared at him and when the music stopped he leaned me down and kissed my lips again. "No one is going to steal you away from me, my beloved, (Y/N)." Barnabas despite knowing I was a witch chose to be with me. I did everything to make some spells and protect him and our home. No one would harm us. *********** I held onto my stomach protectively and stood outside the manor staring up at the darkness up ahead. "Barnabas?" I spoke when I heard footsteps, I stepped back and glared when I saw Angie smirking at me with that wicked smile. A crowd of people was behind her holding torches. This reminds me of that Frankenstein novel. "Bitch." I whisper staring at her. "Where is Barnabas?!" I asked concerned since I clearly placed a spell for no one outside of town could enter our home. Angie became jealous ever since Barnabas and I met at that one party on Hallows eve two years ago. Barnabas grew weary of her attitude so he stayed inside the manor with me. For some reason we had difficulty having children, but now we were to be blessed with one. "She's a witch. I've seen her using her spell, grab her!" As soon an Angie said that everyone ran over to me and I tried closing the doors but I couldn't since the baby inside me was weakening me. "Let's burn the witch!" I screamed for help but no one came. "Barnabas!" I cried for him when two men grabbed my arms and pushed me up ahead where people were lighting up a fire. I was tied up and I began to cry. I could no longer protect Barnabas or out baby. I screamed when the fires engulfed me and the last thing I was before they burned me was Barnabas rushing to the scene. ****1972**** "You are to look after David and Caroline. Caroline may be hard to please but I'm sure you'll get along with her over time." The elegant older woman known as Elizabeth explained. Victoria and I began glancing at the manor and it's many valuable antiques, I could never afford a house like this. Victoria and I met after she escaped the asylum and we saw the news that a wealthy woman in Collinsport needed two nannies, so here we were. I noticed a large beautiful painting on the wall near the fireplace. A young man and woman holding hands, the man looks handsome and the woman looks radiant in her fancy gown and her other hand held onto her growing stomach. I stared at the frame and tilted my head. I kinda look like her.. "(Y/N)" I heard Victoria call to me. I hurriedly joined the two woman. My first night was strange, as soon as I arrived I had a nightmare about this place. I felt like I was caught on fire. I prepared dinner and finished carrying the rest to the table. "(Y/N)!" An unfamiliar voice called my name. I looked up to see a tall very pale man, dressed entirely in black from head to toe. It was even difficult to see his eyes since they were very dark, he looked like a character out of a horror novel. Everyone stared at him back and looked at us confused. "Excuse me sir, but do I know you?" I asked when he slowly stepped closer to me. The man stayed quiet and smiled as he stared down at me. "It really is you, you're all I could think of ever since I was locked up centuries ago." I looked back at Elizabeth and doctor Hoffman asking silently for help, both ignored the strange man and continued to eat. I was confused by what this man was saying, but I felt blood rising to my cheeks and I felt intimidated by him in a good way. "You do remember me, right?" The man asked me. I tried remembering him if I had met him before but nothing. I gave him a sad smile and shook my head. "I'm sorry but I do not." The man returned the sad smile, instead of leaving he bowed slightly and held my hand, he held it up to his lips and kissed it. "Then my dear, my name is Barnabas Collins." I smiled at him and met his dark eyes, "My name is (Y/N) (L/N)." ************** "This entire place reminds me of Frankenstein's castle." I asked Barnabas when we made a stop by the ocean and saw his black coat rising from the harsh wind. "Ah, Mary Shelley. You were fond of that story." I stared at him and chuckled at his weirdness. "You're a weird man." Barnabas raised an eyebrow and stared at me intently through his dark sunglasses. "Is that a good or bad thing my dear?" I stared at him and smiled. "..A good thing." It had been three days since I met Barnabas and I immediately felt attached to him. I even shared my nightmares with him. I could sense he wanted to say something but he held it back, "I'm a vampire." He spat out when we reached the manor. *********** "Well we'll.. this why Barnabas didn't want me to come here." A blonde woman wickedly smiled and I knew she was trouble. I sensed something was wrong the second I saw her outside the home. Few days went by when Barnabas told her he was a vampire and how he transformed into one. I finally understood what Barnabas meant by all the things he said. I remembered my past life..how I was married to Barnabas and Angie killed me for stealing Barnabas from her. "You." I glared at her and stepped my ground. She was standing in the very place she did many years ago and the crowd behind here. But this time I wasn't alone, I had the rest of my family here to fight with me. "You won't kill me again, you bitch." The woman smiled and seemed very happy. "It's about time you remembered. I had fun watching you getting burned alive while Barnabas desperately tried to rescue you from the flames." The woman slowly stepped closer and I looked back at Elizabeth concerned and told her to go inside with David her youngest son. "I thought i had ended The Collins. I guess I'll have to kill all of you again...its a shame really, knowing that after all these centuriesx Barnabas still chose to be with you." I held my dagger up and began fighting with her hand to hand. "I'll make you watch as I kill your precious family again." I screamed in rage and hit her forehead with mine and I slashed her cheek. Caroline bursted through the doors and was in her werewolf form and began to attack the bitch. Barnabas was no where to be found when I ended Angie with David's help. I glared down and knelt down to her level when she was defeated. "You took everything you loved from me.." I held my stomach remembering how without remorse she killed me and my unborn child. A single tear escaped from her eyes, without a word I tore her heart out of her chest and she fell limp. The Collins manor was caught on fire. We all rushed outside and I noticed David up ahead with Barnabas. Shouting that his uncle was safe. I felt tears rushing down my face and I raced towards him. "Barnabas!" The vampire looked at me worried and when I reached him, I wrapped my arms around him. "(Y/N). I thought that serpent harmed you again-" "I remember Barnabas! I remember everything." I cried out happily. Barnabas lovingly looked down at me and caressed my cheek. "I apologise for not protecting you when I promised. My beloved (Y/N)..words cannot explain how happy i feel." I smiled and grabbed Barnabas tight by his shirt and pulled him down to kiss me. We lovingly stared at each other and looked back at our family. We would never be able to have children, but having this family was enough for us. We would no longer be apart from each other nor alone. All I needed was the rest of the Collins in my life and of course my husband, Barnabas Collins.

[imyourbratzdoll]

Is this ok

Barnabas collins with a new bitten vamp reader

She didnt realize she was a newborn until barnabas mentioned it . Mustve been from a night walk in the woods as she had an accident and needed some transfusion the therapist at home didnt knew the bloodbag she hooked was the same that she too from barnabas "to make him human again"

hi, I hope what I wrote is okay, and I hope you enjoy it.

summary - barnabas notices you look somewhat different, looking more similar to him than an average human.

warning - mentions of death.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Barnabas stares at you, brows furrowed as he studies you. There is something strange about you, something so familiar that he can’t place his finger on it. He slowly moved toward you, a clawed finger pointing at you, and your eyes looked up at him with innocence. “What? Have I done something wrong?” You ask, feeling disappointed that you seemed to already upset the older man in the short time you’ve been here. You’ve noticed that he keeps staring at you, possibly judging your appearance. 

“You. You’re a vampire. How?” He glares, circling you as he takes in your paleness and features that are similar to his. He watches you pout and look at him, confused.

“I’m not a… Vampire?” 

“Do not lie to me, child.” He growls, straightening his back as he stares down at you. “Your paleness, your claws and the fangs prodding your bottom lip. Show me that you are, in fact, a vampire.” You shake your head, feeling your mind become fuzzy as you can’t believe what you hear. “If you do not believe me, go into the sun.” 

You look at him, confused, a brow raised as you wonder why the sun. “How would going into the sun prove that what you are saying is true?” 

“When vampires go into the sun, they set on fire. So, go.” Barnabas shoos you, pushing you softly to the curtains. You carefully move it, and the moment the sun hits your flesh, it sizzles before setting aflame. “Ah, huh! I knew it!” You jump back from the sun with a scream, staring at your charred hand in confusion. “Now tell me, how did you become a vampire? Did you steal my blood?!” 

You look between him and your hand before shaking your head. “I–I don’t know… All I remember is that I was being chased through the woods by something… I felt terrified. It was huge and scary… I remember my flesh being clawed into and ripped apart, and I remember lying there, feeling myself bleed out as I was left for dead… There was someone….” You sit as you continue. “I remember waking, blinded by a bright light, and I was hooked to something. But before I could investigate, I fell asleep, too exhausted to keep my eyes open. Which, I guess, brings me to now. I woke, and I looked different and felt different.�� 

Barnabas rolls his eyes, “Must’ve been that darn therapist. She has a knack for stealing my blood to try something.” He stares at you again, “I guess I can help you.”

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Barnabas Collins #1

Imagine...

Also being a Vampire and trying to help Barnabas settle into the new ways of life. Angelique cursed you out of boredom back in 1942, however you managed to escape unnoticed by the outside world. Finding a position at Collinwood, as soon as you'd set eyes on Barnabas you knew he was one of your kind. Now because he'd been locked away for so long Barnabas was a tiny bit out of touch with the world (okay... more then a bit) so it was up to you to help him along. "Fifteen and no husband?" The pale man question in an almost accusing tone if the speckles of confusement hadn't made his statement reveal it's true meaning. "Barnabas" the girl whispered lightly "She's a child still... times have changed. We must let her grow until she is ready." The pale girl chose her words carefully "There is no rush, she is young and has yet to make her mark on the world. There is plenty of time before we have to worry about that." Y/N sighed smiling at Caroline softly before tugging at the cold hand of the former owner of the estate leading him out of the room before continuing the tour.

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ANGIE BOUCHARD ── `` HEADCANNONS ﹕

kind of detailed. mainly fluff but some mild nsfw. pet names. angie x f!reader. kissing. flirting. teasing. witchcraft. hurt/comfort. jealousy. stalking. lipstick stains. drinking. gift-giving. forbidden love. ✶ headcannons - I'll be using these in my stories.

Her skin carries the gentle, inviting fragrance of soft vanilla from her body wash and lotions, while her perfume and oils evoke the delicate essence of jasmine and on some days cherry. If you get close enough, you might catch a faint hint of cigarette smoke lingering in the air around her.

When she senses that you have feelings for her, she will go to great lengths to push you away, doing everything in her power to make you dislike her, regardless of the consequences or the hurt it may cause. If you work for her, she might even fire you to create distance. She might go as far as sleeping with someone else, knowing you will witness it, all in an effort to ensure you no longer harbor any affection for her.

When she first takes a liking to you, she becomes intensely curious about every aspect of your life. She might discreetly follow you or have someone else do it for her, gathering details about your preferences and routines. Although she would never admit to this, her interest quickly turns into a deep fascination when she falls for someone. She wants to know your favorite foods, hobbies, colors, and animals—every little detail down to the brand of your clothing and the scent of your perfume. Her aim is to understand who you are and imagine what your life together could be like. For her, close isn't close enough.

Angie uses witchcraft without shame, using it for nearly any task that might be simplified by it. She would use her magic abilities to clear traffic on her ride to work. When faced with paperwork, she might use it to finish everything. In her business dealings, Angie might cast enchantments to attract new employees or secure favorable contracts with clients. She may even use her magic abilities in intimate settings, using it to gain the upper hand in the bedroom. For Angie, magic is a gift and not a curse.

Angie never uses pet names with anyone, reserving them for only the closest relationships. Once she starts using them with you, she will rarely call you by your real name unless absolutely necessary. Her preferred term of endearment is "Sweetheart," but when she's in a foul mood or feeling playful, she'll switch to "Darling." To her, using pet names is an intimate gesture, so much so that she considers it a form of infidelity if used casually with others. She never uses these names on anyone else but you. If someone else calls you "babe," "hun," or "darling," Angie will stare at them with an accusatory stare. Later, she will demand to know why they addressed you that way, insisting that you must be cheating on her. To Angie, there is no other reason for someone to use such terms with you, especially since you are with her.

She tends to move quickly in relationships, especially if you show signs of reciprocating her feelings. On the first date, she will try to become physically intimate, her heels lightly running up your legs in the restaurant teasing you. Soon after, she will likely suggest that you move in together, even if it seems premature. If you hesitate or decline, she might respond with something like, "I can't help the fact that I want you all to myself, sweetheart.”

She flirts with you nonstop, regardless of the setting or the activity. Even during a family dinner, she would place her hand on your thigh and slowly inch forward, her eyes looking at you filled with a familiar fondness. If you ask her to stop, she will look at you innocently and claim that she was only trying to give you a massage and reassure you because you seemed stressed. Whether or not you believe her words doesn't matter to her; she enjoys seeing you get worked up over everything she does.

Her primary love languages are physical touch and gift-giving. When she first develops an interest in you, she will often bring you gifts or arrange for them to be delivered anonymously, just to see the smile on your face. Despite her flirtatious nature, she struggles with expressing her feelings through words. When you have a disagreement or a tense moment, she will often resort to physical touch as a means of apologizing or even conveying her feelings. She might place her hands on yours or find other ways to touch you, using these gestures to communicate what she cannot express verbally.

It would take her a very long time to admit that she loves you due to past rejections. She would only say it after you had expressed your love for her. When you first tell her, her mouth would slightly open, and she would look at you as if you had just told her the one thing she had been waiting to hear her entire life. She would immediately reciprocate, and her affection for you would be intense for the rest of the day. The next morning, she would want to hear you say it again. Those three words have a profound emotional impact on her. Even during an argument, if you say "I love you," she would soften instantly, smile at you, and once again shower you with affection, asking you to repeat those words, again, and again.

Angie has an obvious disregard for public norms. She deliberately leaves her red lipstick marks on you just to prove she could. It would become a routine for you to carry baby wipes at all times. Whenever she catches you wiping them off, she protests and leans closer across the table, kissing you with a playful defiance. When you confront her about the indecency, she would respond with a puzzled expression, questioning who made you feel guilty. She claims she could fuck you in a crowded restaurant and erase everyones memory of it the next day if she desired.

She loves the fact that your family doesn't approve of her; if anything, it makes her want to be with you more. She does want them to know she's the best possible person for you, but the idea of your love for her being forbidden just drives her crazy. She would tease your family, be all over you, showing them she's the best for you, but also pushing them down verbally and showing them they have no say anymore.

Angie is not a frequent drinker, but when she faces hardships, she will drown her feelings in alcohol. When you argue with her or when she feels you might leave, she will drink and wallow in her feelings. She prefers red wines, but she can drink hard liquor without so much as a grimace. She enjoys drinking with you, seeing you slowly let go and relax. She likes witnessing your true emotions and how much you trust her. She keeps bottles of wine in her cabinets for special occasions, or whenever they may be needed.

Angie is definitely more attracted to the masculine side of you. She likes it when you wear sports bras, tank tops, chains, and when you offer to fix something for her. Of course, she loves it when you wear heels, makeup, and dresses, but she also enjoys seeing you when you're more relaxed. She would often tease you and try to unbutton your pants while you were fixing her car.

Angie isn't very sensitive about your relationship. No one really tries to insult either of you due to Angie's power and status in town. However, if anyone attempts to insult you in any way, they would be forced to leave town or they would simply disappear randomly. You often notice a certain glint of hatred in Angie's eyes whenever someone calls you a dyke. Even after reassuring her they didn't mean it negatively, Angie still dislikes that term being used with you. If you strongly objected to her taking action against them, she wouldn't do anything unless they repeated it.

Angie wouldn't want any music playing when you two are being intimate. She enjoys hearing you and all the sounds you make for her. However, if you insisted, she would reluctantly agree but state that you owed her. Deep down, she would be a bit hurt and worried that you were getting tired of her. She would pout for the rest of the day until she got another chance to hear you moan for her. If you asked her to do something for you, she would cross her arms and say, 'I'd rather listen to music.'

When she gets into heated scenarios, her accent tends to slip out. For instance, when you two are in bed together, her French accent becomes more pronounced, and she whispers sweet nothings in French under her breath. Oftentimes, she will teach you French when you two are in bed together. She teaches you proactive phrases and gestures, such as how to ask her to stop, how to beg her to keep going, and how to tell her where and how to touch you.

Angie is unsure about having children. She likes the idea of having a child but is unsure if she would be a good parental figure. She would prefer to have a girl instead of a boy, but regardless, she would love them both equally. In time, she would become a great mother figure.

She takes it seriously when you get sick, whether it's a common cold or something more serious. She will use her witchcraft to make a remedy that could fix it immediately. As long as you are by her side, you wouldn't be sick for long because she makes sure of it.

She likes the idea of growing old with someone she loves but doesn't like the idea of death. She doesn't want to face the reality that one day you will grow old and die. She would constantly bring up the subject of immortality to you whenever she gets the chance. She wants to live with you forever and never wants to lose you.

Angie puts a lot of thought into you. On your dates, she always does what she knows you will love and buys you things you like. If she notices you staring at a piece of candy, she will buy it for you. This goes for anything you stare at, even herself. If you want it, she will give it to you. She will not settle for anything but the best for you.

Her favorite color is red. She likes all things red, but she is not afraid to admit when something is too ugly to be in red or when red looks hideous on something.

She loves roses, but for each rose color and pigment, she has a unique definition. For instance, she would give you red roses to convey her passion and love for you. She would give you white roses as a way to apologize, and so on.

Angie would always be there for you. If she caught you crying, she would not leave you alone until you told her what happened or until she felt good about leaving you alone for a while. She would wrap her arms around you and hold you flush against her body, asking you what happened. Deep down, she would always worry that she was the cause of your tears, but she would be relieved when you corrected her. She would do anything for you. She would always protect you, and that included your feelings.