#Draven Fear

[unholy-cvlt]

IT CAN'T RAIN ALL THE TIME

[bottomericdraven]

Born to be sexy as hell, reborn to be the most throwable guy in the room

[lin-lyn-linney]

Hi! I hope im not over stepping any boundaries by sending this ask, but if I did please lmk! Just wanted to ask help for Draven (my cat) who needs immediate vet care/help as im currently on financial bind. I know times are tough for everyone but please, if you can share/boost the post I did for Indie it would tremendously help us a lot! I pinned it on my blog. Thank you so much for reading! If you’re not able to donate monetarily, please send good vibes/prayers our way, please consider answering this ask privately as I know some people might get weird about this :(( wishing that you’ll have a wonderful new year ahead!

I'm sorry I wasn't able to respond soon enough I rarely check asks, and I'm also so sorry I couldn't send any donations I really wish I could but I'm quite broke myself :((

You have my hopes and prayers, I really hope Draven gets better soon.

[cheaploafs]

he is so normal, promise

[noxianwilled]

when's the last time katarina gave herself a break. rather, did she even allow herself any or would she rather keep pushing herself onto the brink of exhaustion to the death?

(we know the answer. it's really a way to say this gal better take some holidays)

— @axewhirl

define break.

if you mean like, a vacation, a couple of days to herself to do nothing and chill and such? the answer is never lmao. BUT i don't think katarina actually often pushes herself to the point of exhaustion if the situation doesn't demand it, or at least she prefers to avoid that if she can. the reasoning is simple: as much as she hates being idle, she is well aware being tired makes her more prone to mistakes, or to not react to things fast enough, or it takes a toll on her mind that can get in the way of judging a situation correctly. she knows well-rested is when she'll be at peak performance and be the unparalleled weapon noxus needs her to be. that is how she is more useful to the empire — and while she would gladly lay down her life for noxus, for the most part katarina knows she has more use alive than dead.

dying for the empire is a desperate last measure (such as in the comic, when she's ready to sacrifice herself to ensure the bomb won't cause the damage marcus intended it to, even if it costs her life). working herself to exhaustion to the point of near death is, usually, also a necessity rather than a choice (such as, you know, when she killed a king, fought the captain of the dauntless vanguard, stole a silverwing, was wounded by said silverwing, fell to what would likely be her death if not for the magical forest beneath, had the demonic ravens wake her up with a terrible nightmare, and didn't get a moment to rest until two weeks later when she got back to noxus and found drann).

which isn't to say she doesn't often work herself too hard, because she definitely doesn't rest as much as she should. she gets as little sleep as is necessary to function well (and her sleeping times are all fucked up, between assassinations, traveling, and if we're also considering my hc of her being the faceless, the fact she's also in those meetings with the trifarix sometimes). so without meaning to, she is rather prone to working too much and getting too close to exhaustion way too often.

if you want her to take some holidays you'll have to force her to i'm afraid. she hates being idle and would spend too much time of her vacation itching to do something useful because on day 2 she'd already be this was enough rest let me get back to work --

[drahven]

the funnier and wayyy prettier brother at your service , hah!

[bloodibambiidoll]

⟡˖ ࣪ A Dripping Inconvenience ⟡˖

✬ Kinktober Day 3 ⟢ Eric Draven ⟢ Squirting/Overstim ✬

Warnings: Brother’s bestfriend troupe, size difference, fingering, pussy eating, pet names, choking, overstimulation, squirting, cock piercings, hickies, possessiveness, AU(no Shelly/crow), biting, a tiny bit of blood, reader has nipple piercings 18+MDNI

You spent most of the day cleaning your brother’s dirty ass apartment while he was out of town so you had absolutely no reservations about helping yourself to a fat plate of nachos from his kitchen and a blunt, or two, from his stash. You were one blunt, half a plate of nachos, and two episodes into your show when abrupt banging on the door ripped you from your chill evening. You practically jump out of your skin at the amount of force behind the knocks, the weed in your system making you slightly paranoid until you hear the voice behind the door.

“Chance, come on, man!! I really need your fucking help!” You’d recognize your brother’s best friend’s voice anywhere. Considering you were just a little bit obsessed with him. And he sounds extremely stressed. Another round of knocks pulls you from your thoughts and has you shooting to your feet so you can walk the short distance between the couch and the door. You hastily unlock and open it to reveal a disheveled looking Eric Draven. His black mullet is even messier than usual and dripping wet from the storm raging outside. Which makes the fact that all he’s wearing is a distressed black tee and even more distressed black jeans borderline insane as the cloth covering his body drips onto the carpet in the hallway. He’s panting heavily and the look in his eyes is the one of someone running from something. Fear and urgency. “Oh, fuck. What’re you doing here? Where’s your brother?”

You’re not taken back by his brash tone, Eric had always been short and avoidant with you. You’re his best friend’s annoying little, kid sister that used to beg to play with them and that’s all you’ll ever be to him. Fucking unfortunately. But the way he towers over you makes you suddenly acutely aware of the fact that all you’re wearing is a tiny, white, Hello Kitty tank top, even tinier pink panties that hardly cover your hips or ass, and your black platform Uggs with white ruffle socks. You took a shower after you finished cleaning and despite the amount of time you spent vacuuming, your brother's floors were perpetually disgusting so you refused to walk around in his house without some kind of shoes.

“He’s out of town, I’m house sitting and watching the dogs.” You scoff and roll your eyes before tipping your head over your shoulder to gesture inside toward your brother’s two dogs standing guard behind you. If they hadn’t known Eric their whole lives they’d probably be barking their heads off right now. “What are you doing here? Are you good?”

“Not fucking really, no.” Eric sighs and throws his head back while running his tattooed hands down his face. He drops them to his side before locking eyes with you and you have to physically stop yourself from clenching your thighs from the way he is glowering down at you. When you were kids he was shorter than most of the other boys and now his body fills the entire length of the doorway he’s standing in. He was just so big. “I just really needed to talk to your brother, alright? And it’s just really inconvenient that you’re here right now.”

“Seriously? What is your fucking problem with me, Eric? We aren’t little kids anymore. It’s just immature at this point.” You stomp your foot for emphasis and glare up at him with your lips set into an ironic pout considering you just called him immature.

“My problem?” Eric crowds your space even further and you can nearly feel the dampness of his clothes against your body from his proximity. He leans down until his face is mere inches from yours, his green eyes ablaze as he breathes out deep through his nostrils. “Is that I’m in some deep shit. I have some fucked people after me. You being here, near me, puts you in harm's way and that isn’t going to work for me.”

“That isn’t going to work for you? You’re joking, right? You don’t give a fuck about me.” You laugh dryly and shake your head at the irony of this entire situation.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Eric closes the remaining distance between you, pressing his wet body against your barely covered skin. “I give too many fucks about you and now you’re here, looking up at me in that annoyed way you always do.” He chuckles and one of his large hands reaches up to cup the side of your face. “You think it hides how badly you want me, but it doesn’t.”

“W- What?” You gasp at the feeling of his skin on yours. He’s been close to you before, but never like this. “I don’t -“

“Shh. Let’s not waste time denying it. The fact that you want me is as clear as the sky being blue.” Eric’s thumb reaches out to trace along your bottom limp and you have to hold in a whimper. “It's only ever made it harder for me to be a good friend to your brother and stay away from you. I think my final restraint might be slipping. Fucking look at you.”

“You should… come in?” Your voice comes out a squeaky whisper and it makes you want to crawl in a hole and die. A slow smile spreads across Eric’s face, he places his hands on your hips and starts to back step you into the apartment before kicking the door shut behind him. The minute it’s shut his lips are on yours in a kiss that makes your entire body ignite with fire. His grip on your hips tightens as he pulls your much smaller frame taunt against his own. His tongue explores your mouth and you moan into him while you start to subconsciously grind down on his thigh. Eric kisses you for what feels like an eternity before grabbing onto your hair at the nape of your neck and using it to pull your head back.

“I won’t be gentle. I’m really stressed the fuck out right now and I don’t have it in me to take my time with you.” Eric’s free hand grips onto your ass so tight his finger nails dig into your flesh as he continues to yank your hair. The stinging pains make you moan and grind down on him harder. “Oh? Is that how you like it, brat?” The condescending nickname he called you growing up held an entirely different meaning as it fell from his lips now. It makes your pussy clench around nothing as the wetness in your underwear grows. “Answer me.”

“Yes, fuck. I like it rough.” At that Eric circles an arm around your waist and throws you over his shoulder. He carries you over to the couch and tosses you down on it onto your back. He stands over you with an almost carnivorous look in his eyes as he takes you in. You’re so fucking perfect that he can’t stand it. Your brother told him around the time you all hit puberty to stay the absolute fuck away from you but looking down at you in your tiny pink thong and tight little hello kitty tank top has him practically forgetting who your brother even is. Especially when you throw one of your legs over the back of the couch, revealing the large wet spot between them. “Take your stress out on me, I can take it.”

“Oh, I don’t think you know what you’re asking for princess, but your wish is my command.” Eric licks his lips before leaning down between your legs to kiss you like a man starved. His mouth tastes like cigarettes and rain and something almost sweet that must be naturally Eric. It’s everything you ever dreamed of as his big hands travel all over your body. He yanks your hair, grips onto your throat, runs his hands down your chest and grabs your tits and squeezes your nipples while he ruts his hard Jean covered cock against you. He bites down on your lip so hard you feel when the skin breaks and you can taste the crimson drip into both your mouths. Eric licks across your lips and down your chin to your pulse point where he sucks over and over again until your neck is covered in pretty purple and red bruises that will soon turn green and blue.

“You’re fucking, mine. Your blood is mine, your body is mine.” Eric kisses down your chest and pushes your shirt up to reveal your pretty pierced tits that make him groan at the sight. He tells you how pretty they are as he licks and sucks across them, marking them up just like your neck. He continues down your body until he gets to the band of your panties and he licks across it before kissing down your mound and running the flat of his tongue along your lace covered slit. “This pussy is fucking mine. Say it.”

“Fuck, my pussy is yours, Eric. I’ve always been yours.” He practically growls at that before pushing your panties to the side and smacking his hand down on your sopping cunt. “Shit!”

“Your pussy is so fucking pretty.” He lands a second smack on your clit before pressing the heel of his palm down on it and toying at your entrance with two of his thick fingers. “You look so tight though, we’re going to have to stretch you out, if you’re going to be able to take me.”

“I think I can take it - oh fuck!” Eric plunges his fingers knuckle deep inside you and your wet walls suck him in. Your back arches off the couch but his knee comes up to pin your thigh so you can’t move. His free hand reaches for his belt and undoes his pants enough to pull his cock free, the sight of it makes your jaw drop. It’s fucking huge. Thick, long and slightly curved, the head is perfect and dripping with precum, and best of all? The entire fucking length of his shaft is pierced. Maybe you do need him to stretch you out after all.

“Yeah, not so cocky now, huh?” Eric chuckles as he curls his fingers inside you and continues to grind his palm against your aching clit. He caresses your g-spot and rubs the tips of fingers along your walls before thrusting them in and out of you brutally quick. Your pussy is so wet it squelches and your juices start to drip down your thighs. Eric leans down and takes your clit in his mouth and it has your eyes rolling back. Your entire body stiffens as pleasure overtakes you. He keeps sucking your clit hard until your orgasm finally wavers but he doesn’t stop. The flat of his tongue licks your bud firmly as he twists his wrist and scissors his fingers inside you causing you to come again immediately.

He finally pulls his mouth off of you and you feel like you can breathe for a moment. That is until you look down at him. His hair is a disaster from you yanking on it and the entire bottom half of his face is covered in your creamy juices. Eric leans in to kiss you, giving you a taste of yourself. “You’re such a good girl for me. Give me another one.” He doesn’t pull his fingers from you and fuck you like you’d hoped he would but he resumes thrusting them in and out of you at a brutal pace and your pussy juices drip down his wrist and onto the couch.

“Oh my fucking god! I don’t think I can - fuck I just - I need a minute-“ Your sentence is cut short when Eric’s hand flies out to grip onto your throat.

“Oh, baby, no. You’re going to come for me as many times as I say and then I’ll finally give you my cock and you’ll come on that too.” Eric chuckles as squeezes your throat as he fucks you with his long fingers. His thumb reaches out to caress your clit and euphoria washes over you again. “Yeah, that’s it, you’re so good for me, Angel.”

“I - it’s so good, too good, I don’t think I can come again - oh fuck!” Eric’s grip leaves your throat and grips under your ass to tilt your hips up off the couch making his fingers hit deeper inside you.

“Shhh, just come for me.” He spreads them and twists his wrist before going back to the quick drive of his digits inside you. He spits on your clit before pressing hard on it with his thumb and your walls pulse around him as cum floods from your pussy. You squirt around his fingers and he doesn’t stop his assault on your pussy until you squirt two more times for him. Your chest is heaving and your entire body is shaking by the time he finally pulls his fingers from inside you and uses your juices to lube up his fat cock. “You were such a good girl for me, now lay back and take my cock like the good little fuck doll I always wanted.”

Tagging some fellow Eric lovers: @babygorewhore @cxrrodedcoffin @myherometalhead @that-sarcastic-writer @ghoul-friendz @taintandviolent 🖤

[gladiatorcunt]

# KINKTOBER 2024 - ♱ ♱ ♱

“You know, outside the circus, most people were afraid of me.”

I. father charlie mayhew / flogging

✟ - a rotten tree bears rotten fruit

II. merman!john b / teratophilia

✟ - belly of the beast

III. sunday / boot worship

✟ - icebreaker

IV. genshin multi (zhongli, capitano, childe, baizhu) / creampie

✟ - molten lava cake

V. aotc!anakin x fellow padawan!reader / scent & food play

✟ - apollo reaches for the sea

VI. rafe, barry, ward / incest

✟ - knock once for the father

VII. cherik / spit roasting

�� - easter egg basket

VIII. secret agent toji / daddy kink

✟ - joyride

IX. frat boy!gojo satoru / non con

✟ - life of the party

X. eric draven / feet

✟ - dirt in chains

XI. vampire!aemond / blood

✟ - a black ram and a black ewe

XII. best friends!master anakin x newly knighted reader / sex toys

✟ - bedrock

XIII. yoga trainer!oikawa tooru / ass worship

✟ - guess

XIV. ghostface!spencer reid / roleplay

✟ - fears to fathom

XV. paul atreides / dub con

XVI. atton rand / kidnapping

XVII. luke castellan / cheating

XVIII. tyler, xenomorph / painal + baby trapping

XIX. bsf!john b / costumes

XX. dick grayson, bruce wayne, jason todd (separate) / sex pollen

XXI. killers!tyler and boone / scars

XXII. messmer / oviposition

XXIII. bradley bradshaw / shaving

XXIV. messmer / body modification

XXV. tattoo artist single dad!geto / tattoos

XXVI. coaches!art and patrick / teacher-student (loosely)

XXVII. ferrari driver!gojo / rimming + public

XXVIII. dick grayson / somnophilia

XXIX. connor / whipping

XXX. sakusa kiyoomi / piss

XXXI. fandom multi (coryo, rafe, anakin, homelander, logan) / abo

+ ? ????? ???? ::

I. jacaerys targaryen / aliens made them do it

↪️ do leviathans dream of aliens?

II. ???

III. ???

IV. ???

V. ???

VI. ???

VII. ???

VIII. ???

IX. ???

gladiatorcunt 2024

[homiesexuallaj]

Friday the 13th

Pairing: Eric Draven x reader

Genre/Warnings: fluff (kinda), Eric loves Halloween and its decorations, he tries to scare the reader, kinda proofread

A/N: I know it’s not friday the 13th anymore but I couldn’t help but feel inspired (both by the date and my recent love for Brandon Lee/The Crow). Gif belongs to @thecreechercatalog

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Eric would love Friday the 13th, no matter what month it falls on. But when it’s a month near October, it gets the man super excited and in the spirit. Eric already puts out Halloween decorations early, but with friday the 13th making its rare appearance Eric is putting spooky decorations up super early.

You left for work that morning from a normal looked apartment and a sleeping boyfriend. You’d given Eric a tender kiss to his forehead before leaving quietly. The crisp morning fall air bit at your cheeks, but you didn’t mind at all. You were just happy to wrap up in some clothing.

You worked late tonight, arriving home in the late evening. You climbed the stairs on shaky, tired legs. Upon approaching your door, a white skull was placed in the middle and a garland of purple bats hung from the top of the doorway. You could only shake your head as you unlocked and opened the front door.

You locked the door behind you and turned around to face your shared apartment. It honestly looked like Halloween had exploded in the loft. Strings of bats and little skeletons hung from the ceiling, going from the kitchen all the way into the living room. Orange and purple string lights were wrapped around table legs and lamp poles. Some of the lamp lights had even been changed out for a low, red light. Life-size skeletons were even sat in chairs that you and Eric didn’t occupy that often. Fake pumpkins of all sizes and faces carved also littered the apartment. Up on the little kitchen island and coffee table, white candles of all shapes and sizes were lit. They didn’t smell but added to the ambience of the spooky apartment.

As you milled around, you also discovered that there was a large candy bowl with all of your favorite candies piled in. Just as you were about to pluck a piece from the bowl, you’d gone blind. Ice cold hands blocked your vision. A spark of fear ignited through your body until you heard a voice speak.

“Boo,” A familiar low voice spoke before turning you around with a swift movement.

You were met with a ghostly white face. His eyes were painted black, thin spikes going halfway up his forehead and just over the tops of his cheek bones. His lips were painted a black as well, blood red spilling from his inner slips and his top lip overpainted to show a faux smile.

Despite the frightening features, his eyes swirled with amusement and affection and an adored smile twisted his lips. The man held you by the shoulders softly, excitedly pattering his fingers against your damp jacket.

“Did I scare you?” Amusement laced his words.

“Only a little,” You shrugged.

The man hummed, “Guess i’ll have to try a little harder next time.”

“I guess,” You hummed back, amused at your boyfriend’s antics.

Without a word, Eric began shedding you of your outside clothes. Throwing your jacket and handbag onto a nearby chair, your boyfriend backed away and headed towards the open window to the fire escape. Rain pitter-pattered outside.

“What’s on the agenda tonight, Mr. Draven?” You asked, following him slowly.

“Come find out,” Eric smirked, disappearing out the window and up the fire escape.

You could only chuckle and shake your head at his mysterious antics. Eric Draven always kept you up on your toes.

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A/N: I have a part 2 idea so if yall want it or if I write it I’ll tag it somewhere on here! And also requests for Mr. Draven are open so go ahead and drop some in my askbox!!

[pupsmailbox]

GOTH ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　abby. ace. addam. alister. amelia. amoret. ange. angel. angelo. anubis. arch. archette. ash. aslan. aspen. astor. astoria. astrophel. atticus. axelle. azazel. azrael. bael. bat. batsy. bella. bellatrix. blade. blair. blanchette. brahms. branwen. cain. callan. calliope. cannibelle. caskeite. casketta. caskette. caspian. celeste. celestia. chaos. charlotte. cherry. chira. chiraelle. chiro. chiroptairre. chiroptelle. chiropteranne. choir. christian. cofette. coffin. coffine. constantine. corbin. corpse. crimson. crow. crowley. damian. damien. demonesse. divina. dorian. draven. edgar. elatha. elijah. elix. elwin, elwin. elwood. ember. emmaline. etienne. evan. evangeline. eve. faith. forest. forrest. frill. frille. frilleine. frilliette. frilly. genesis. ghost. gothita. gothitelle. gothitess. gothitesse. grey. gwen. gypsy. hades. hawthorne. hecate. hemlock. imortalle. imortella. iris. israel. jakob. jet. jett. johnas. josiah. judas. kain. kane. kedi. keir. lacey. laciene. laciette. lazarus. leo. lilith. lilithe. lolita. lucid. lucien. lucifer. lucius. luscious. lynx. maeve. malice. mana. martyr. max. melancholy. merle. micah. michael. misery. mordred. morris. mors. morte. mortis. mourge. mourgette. myrette. nightshade. noah. noctre. nocturne. noir. obsidian. oleander. omen. onyx. orion. orpheus. ozul. ozzy. prince. prophet. raven. ravenie. raveniette. rook. rowan. ruby. saber. saint. salem. samael. samuel. scarlet. secrette. seraph. serenity. shilo. shiloh. silas. silver. silvester. skelly. skulliene. skulliette. skully. sorrow. sylvester. syn. thorn. thorne. tobias. tommy. trix. umbriel. valkyrie. valo. vervain. vesper. victoria. ville. violetta. vito. vlad. woundie. zeon. zephyrine.

PRONOUNS ⌇　abby/abby. ae/aer. ash/ash. bat/bat. bleed/bleed. blood/blood. book/book. bug/bug. burn/burn. chain/chain. chap/chapel. chill/chill. claw/claw. cloud/cloud. cob/cobweb. cof/coffin. coffin/coffin. corps/corpse. creep/creep. cri/cross. cro/cros. cross/cross. cross/crosse. da/dark. dae/dae. dae/daem. dark/dark. decay/decay. dee/dark. des/despair. devout/devout. div/divine. dust/dust. echo/echo. edge/edgy. en/envie. fae/fang. fang/fang. fe/fear. fie/fiend. fog/fog. fri/frill. frill/frill. ghost/ghost. ghoul/ghoul. gore/gore. goth/goth. goth/gothic. gra/grave. grave/grave. ha/haunt. halo/halo. hie/hiem. ho/holy. holy/holy. horn/horn. hx/hxm. hy/hym. ink/ink. lace/lace. lae/lace. lost/lost. mist/mist. moon/moon. net/fishnet. ni/night. night/night. null/null. par/parasol. parasol/parasol. pray/pray. pray/prayer. proph/prophet. ro/rose. rose/rose. rot/rot. rust/rust. sac/sacrifice. saint/saint. scar/scar. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. si/sinister. sin/sin. sku/skull. skull/skull. snake/snake. spider/spider. spike/spike. sto/storm. stud/stud. thou/thorn. thron/thorn. thxy/thxm. vae/vaer. ve/ver. velvet/velvet. vo/void. whis/whisper. whisper/whisper. witch/witch. wood/wood. x/x. xae/xaer. × . ♠️ . ♣️ . ⚰️ . ⛓️ . 🌑 . 💀 . 🕯 . 🕷 . 🕸 . 🖤 . 🥀 . 🦇 .

[arc-misadventures]

Vtuber AU. Weiss collabing with her mom or sister?

The VTuber: The Empress of Ice

Today was an unusual stream for one, IHateMyDad2.0. Then again, among any streamers what would be considered normal?

Bot, no today, she could have a very special guest, one that could have disastrous, or highly beneficial implementations to her channel for years to come.

Only time would tell.

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IHateMyDad2.0: Hello everyone, and welcome to the stream!

Her white haired avatar gave a dazzling smile as she addressed her chat. She loved streaming, within this space she could feel the mountain of worries she had built up over years of abuse by the hands of her despicable father slowly being chipped away. And, today was a special day.

For today she was listening to her family councillor, and had decided to take part in a family exercise they had recommended to help reunite her with her family members who had nearly been torn apart by their father’s actions.

IHateMyDad2.0: Okay, chat! We have a special guest with us today!

~~~Stream Chat~~~

Steveo: Whoo! Stream!

Ferbanjo: Hi Snowangel!

Monkittiy: A guest?

StarChild: Is it cookie?

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IHateNyDad2.0: No, no it’s not, Cookie. No today we’ll be joined by a family member, a never before seen family member at that! So, everyone please give a warm welcome to my mother, ‘The Ice Empress!’

Emerging from the corner of the screen was a 2D model of a lady that extruded an air of mature elegance, and a crown of nobility upon her. One could easily tell based upon the models that the duo were related.

Although one couldn’t help, but point out several, physical differences between the pair.

TheIceEmpress: The Ice Empress? That’s a terrible name. I thought we agreed upon the, Sovereign of Snow?

IHateMyDad2.0: What? The Ice Empress is a really catchy name.

TheIceEmpress: And, a derivative name that a preschooler would come up with. SovereignofSnow carry a much more palatable air or royalty to it. Royalty that must be feared, and respected.

IHateMyDad2.0: Mom?! It’s a cool name, right chat?

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Littledino: Sovereign of Snow sounds better

Monkitty: The ice empress is rather bland

Yenta: We can call her, Sovereign for short

Draven: A new queen has appeared!

Ferbanjo: All hail the Sovereign of Snow!

Heartbreaker: Sovereign!

4SakenGodde$$: ❤️Sovereign❤️

Adrastus97: Milf!

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IHateMyDad2.0: Eh…?

IHateMyDad2.0’s mouth hanged wide open as she stared in shock as her chat swiftly agreed with her mother, and the fact that they were already simping for her mother.

IHateMyDad2.0: Okay, fine! The Sovereign of Snow it is…

SovereignofSnow: Now that is far more appeasing to the senses~! Don’t you think so too dear?

IHateMyDad2.0: It is a little better…

SovereignofSnow: Now then my dear, what are we doing for your stream; Are we going to talk about your fellow streamers? I’ve often heard you talk about them, I’m quite curious to learn about them.

IHateMyDad2.0: I… I haven’t talked to you about my friends before.

SovereignofSnow: Well… no you haven’t. However, I do hear you scream something about cookies quite often.

IHateMyDad2.0: Eh…?

SovereignofSnow: She’s a fellow streamer isn’t she?

IHateMyDad2.0: Cookie? Yeah she is a fellow, VTuber I hang out with. Her full name is, CookieMonster. I call her, Cookie for short when we’re chatting, and playing games.

SovereignofSnow: Oh that was what was happening. I thought it was your safe word.

IHateMyDad2.0: MOM?!

IHateMyDad2.0’s model burst into a fierce blush as her mother roasted her so effortlessly. Her chat erupted into a fit of rampant laughter at her expense.

IHateMyDad2.0: I am in no way in such a relationship that with anyone that requires a… a safe word!

SovereignofSnow: That’s no surprise really, you have much left to be desired compared to your sisters.

IHateMyDad2.0: What is that supposed to mean?

SovereignofSnow: That compared to your sisters, and myself for that matter, you are quite lacking in certain physical aspects.

IHateMyDad2.0: What aspects…

~~~~~~

Yenta: Is the aspect that she is flat?

Littledino: No booba

StarChild: Flat booba

Draven: She pads

~~~~~~

IHateMyDad2.0: I AM NOT FLAT?!!

She yelled in rage as she saw the comments her chat was making pouring in as the insulted her body’s shape, and size. A response, that if an expression could be displayed would have shown a teasing smirk from the bottom of her lips.

SovereignofSnow: No, you are not out right flat. But, when you are compared to your older sisters, or myself, a fair comparison would be apples to watermelons.

IHateMyDad2.0: You are not that big?!

SovereignofSnow: B to E, E to F, and F to G my dear~!

IHateMyDad2.0: Your my mother, of course you would be the biggest one among us!

SovereignofSnow: Actually, I am a F-Cup. Your sister, B…?! No, no names… Ahem. The… Black Sheep of the family is the biggest.

IHateMyDad2.0: She’s how big?! I thought she was only a cup size bigger than me?! Not that big??

SovereignofSnow: I thought you were aware of this? Her model certainly displays her sizeable cleavage quite well.

IHateMyDad2.0: Well considering what her streams are like, I thought she was doing it for the views.

SovereignofSnow: That wouldn’t be of any surprise to me. The Black Sheep of the family has always been the most flamboyant, and outgoing of the four of you.

IHateMyDad2.0: Resulting in her being the degenerate of the family…

IHateMyDad2.0 scouled as she remembered the nature of her older sister’s streams, and the rather depraved aspects of them.

IHateMyDad2.0: Why do you let her do those kind of streams? I thought you would be all against her streaming considering what she does.

SovereignofSnow: Oh, but I am against them. I don’t like the videos she does. But, she is a grown woman, and she is allowed to do as she pleases. And, as her mother I have to respect her choices. I don’t have to like them, but I will respect them nonetheless.

IHateMyDad2.0: Oh… That’s really nice of you, Mom.

SovereignofSnow: Thank you.

~~~~~~

Adrastus97: The Sovereign is really growing on me.

4SakenGodde$$: She is quite understanding of her daughters

bumblequeen: I like her

Stevo: Me too

Ferbanjo: I hope we see more of her in the future

Summertimeaadness: Same

~~~~~~

SovereignofSnow: But, there is one thing about my daughter, and her streaming that concerns me.

IHateMyDad2.0: What’s that?

SovereignofSnow: Who is this man she is… obsessed with? The one she refers to as, ‘Darling?’

IHateMyDad2.0: ‘Darling?’ Oh, she is talking about a fellow streamer; His name is, ErrantryPaladin.

SovereignofSnow: And who exactly is this, ErrantryPaladin?

IHateMyDad2.0: Well, he is… Actually, There is a short video that was uploaded of him that I was planning on watching, would you like to watch it with me, Mom?

SovereignofSnow: By all means.

IHateMyDad2.0: Awesome! Okay, here is the video… What?

SovereignofSnow: What is it?

IHateMyDad2.0: The name of the video it’s… It’s called, ‘The Broken Paladin.’

SovereignofSnow: Broken Paladin? Is something wrong?

IHateMyDad2.0: I… I don’t know. This was a bit taken from his stream, but the video was made by a person watching his stream, not, Errant himself. So, I have no idea what it is about.

SovereignofSnow: Then let’s find out what’s wrong with your sister’s darling paladin then.

IHateMyDad2.0: Okay, let’s start the video.

She hit the play button on the video, and watched a story play out that she did not expect to see.

~~~

IHateMyDad2.0’s stream cut away to an image of, ErrantryPaladin; He was in the midst of a simple game of HOI4, building up his chosen nation of, Brazil’s infrastructure for the upcoming war.

ErrantryPaladin: Okay, that should help my production. Hmm… I want to build some railways… What do you think chat, should I build a railway around my whole country, or should I…?

His words were suddenly cut off as a donation was made, followed by the robotic male voice, and the message it had to deliver.

StalwartDoggo: “Hello, Errant! I’ve been wondering something about you, and you fair maidens…”

ErrantryPaladin: This should be good.

Stalwart: “What is it like having all these woman fawn over you? What is it like to be the alpha with a throng of woman hanging over you?”

ErrantryPaladin: …

ErrantryPaladin: Pffft! What fucking bullshit is that?!

If it could have been seen one would see the collective viewers of, Errants jaws drop like an anvil. They had expected him to say many things, but what he had just said.

ErrantryPaladin: Alpha… Pff… what a fucking joke…There are no woman fawning over me, the real me, not this…

Errant’s hand waved in a circle around his face, looking tired at the screed.

ErrantryPaladin: This mask…

He looked to the side of the screen, and despite the fact tgis face couldn’t portray such emotions, one could only see a broken, and tired man as he stared far off into nothingness.

ErrantryPaladin: What I mean by that is, people only know the mask, this face I present to all of you.

ErrantryPaladin: The face of a huntsman, a lone warrior, who fights for the people against the hordes of Grimm monsters that attack the weak, and defenceless. The face of the wannabe hero…

ErrantryPaladin: But, the real me… I am no where near as amazing as him. I’m just me.

He sighed as he seemed to lean back in his chair, his mind deep in thought.

ErrantryPaladin: You see… people could be shown an image of a person, and they think that, that person is cute, and they’d be interested in meeting that person, and maybe go on a date with them. But, then they actually meet that person in the flesh, and totally be turned off by that person.

ErrantryPaladin: I mean, how many of you would still like me if I was five foot two, and a chubby. I will bet money that many of you would lose all interest in me.

Errant looked away as he heard another ping appear before him.

ErrantryPaladin: Ahh, no, QueensBane, I don’t look like that. Actually, I do look a lot like, Errant. 6’2”, blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. I just lack his confidence…

A deep sigh escaped his lips, as he watch his chat feed play by. Getting annoyed by the comments his chat was making.

ErrantryPaladin: “You’re a ten, ErrantryPaladin.” No, I’m a seven, eight at best chat… Listen, I am handsome enough guy to get the girl, and I have the money to support a family… If I was such a great catch… why have all of my relationships ended so horribly…

ErrantryPaladin: I mean… my first girlfriend, was only dating me to get close to my sister! She was just using me… bitch couldn’t ask my sister out herself, she had to use me as a proxy?!

ErrantryPaladin: Hmmm… Now that I think about it, the last time I saw her she was nursing a black eye, a bloody nose, and a broken lip… My sisters are really protective of their little bro.

The vindictive smile that spread across his face was a terrifying sight to many, but it faded as soon as it appeared as a bitter frown usurped his smile.

ErrantryPaladin: The next girl I was dating dumped me because I was boring. Still don’t understand what she meant by that.

ErrantryPaladin: I caught my next girlfriend cheating on me. She tried to play it off as a ‘mistake’ that will never happen again.

He scoffed in indignation as he shook his head.

ErrantryPaladin: Bitch had been banging this guy behind my back for about a month, so this wasn’t a quote, ‘mistake.’

ErrantryPaladin: And as for my last girlfriend… Chat, have you ever seen those videos where a guy comes up to a couple, and ask if they will cheat on your partner for a thousand bucks?

His eyes scanned his chat feed as he saw several dozen variations of the word ‘yes’ scroll by. As well as people asking if that was what happened to him.

ErrantryPaladin: It was for a hundred.

Errant just sighed in defeat as he looked down at his desk.

ErrantryPaladin: We had been dating for three months, and she was willing to throw it all away for a measly hundred bucks… I told her to take the hundred, she could use it to pay for her uber. I dumped her at the pier with that steamer, and cut her from my life. That was about… two, and a half years ago, give, or take a month, or two. I haven’t been in the dating scene since.

ErrantryPaladin: So no, StalwartDoggo… I don’t have any bitches. No one sees me as a catch since they just throw me away in the end for the dumbest of reasons. I don’t have anyone! Hell I don’t have any friends either!

ErrantryPaladin: I’m all on my own… just like always…

Errant stared into the void for a while, his mind not paying attention to his stream before he took a deep breath, and turned to face his chat.

ErrantryPaladin: Now, where were we?

ErrantryPaladin: …

ErrantryPaladin: Ahh yes… Trains~!

~~~

The mother daughter duo stared at the screen as the video ended they did not expect the video to end in such a way. Especially, IHateMyDad2.0, she had always seen, Errant as an indomitable mountain, that always seemed to have everything under his control, and yet he seemed so broken on the inside that she had joined idea how to respond to that.

Her mother however…

SovereignofSnow: Hmm… You don’t suppose he’s into older woman now do you?

IHateMyDad2.0: …

IHateMyDad2.0: Eh?

Her face broke into an expression of wild confusion, and shock as she heard those words leave her mother’s mouth.

IHateMyDad2.0: Y-Y-You can’t be series, Mother?! You’re at least twice his age! Do you seriously think he would be interested in dating someone your age?!

SovereignofSnow: I don’t see why not; Aren’t all men into well endowed, and full bodied woman? He has had many loveless relationships, I have had a loveless marriage, we have so much to connect over about that alone. I think we would make a lovely pair. Don’t you think so dear?

IHateMyDad2.0: I-I…? W-What?!

SovereignofSnow: Oh! I’m also a bonafide, Milf. What young viral man doesn’t want to bed a milf?

The last few minutes had been the most unbelievable minutes of her life, she had expected many things to happen, but to hear her mother say those few words broker her in a way she never expected, and left her with but on response.

IHateMyDad2.0: WHAT THE FUCK MOM?!!

~~~

Meanwhile on, ErrantryPaladin’s stream he was informed that, IHateMyDad2.0’s mother had made certain comments about him. Now he didn’t have the time to watch the full video, so he was stuck with looking at, IHateMyDad2.0’s mothers, SovereignofSnow’s model where he came to a simple conclusion.

ErrantryPaladin: …

ErrantryPaladin: …

ErrantryPaladin: Smash.

[lyushaart]

My SCP doctors headcanons (Bright , Clef , Kondraki , Glass )

Warnings: bad writting (I'm FrEnCh) , mention of declining mental health , me calling Clef a bastard (IT'S TRUE)

Dr Jack Bright

-I don't have a lot of headcanons about him

-He loves pokemon GO

-Whenever he changes body/host , he need at least 2 days to change the body's appearance to match his own before he died for the first time UNLESS he don't want to change it

-Because of that , he had to live few days with women's bodies , so he experienced periods

-From this day , he always keep pads and painkillers in office for him or his co-workers

-I have this headcanon that sometimes , his necklace drive him mad for some reason , he just snapp

-For thoses who say he is not a redhead....WHAT ? Same for thoses who say that he is not Brittish , This man clearly say "woter"

Dr Alto Clef

-Ah , this bastard

-Mean to everyone , but he is a good father for his daughter

-Like , he will often visit her in her cell and bring her things (even if the O5 didn't approved)

-The other scientist can't believe how kind he is to his daughter while he is the litteral spawn of Satan normaly

-He is WAY shorter than his daughter

-I saw someone mention that his third eye could move all over his body , and i like that

-Most of the time , the eye will be on the bridge of his nose or under his right eye

-he can have more eyes when he is mad

-Call every SINGLE scientist who are younger than him (even if it's just a few months) 'kiddo'

-Man always say ALOHA

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

-Well , this man is an introvert

-But he is cool

-An amazing father , too, when Draven was younger , they would both go outside and take pictures

-He want the best for his son

-doesn't know what the word 'fear' means

-I MEAN , if he did , he wouldn't just ride SCP-682 like it was some kind of horse !

-Loves taking pictures of butterflies

Dr Simon Glass

-THE ULTIMATE CINNAMON ROLL

-He always try to make his co-workers feel better

-REALLY concerned about Dr Bright's mental health

-He is kind , but he is not the one to let himself bossed around

-Keep biscuits in his office for therapy time

-He try no to show it , but hearing all thoses traumas from his co-workers affect his own mental health

-He would like to vent but he won't let himself

Pfew that's done , I want to ask you guys if you would be interessed by more SCP related stuffs AND if you would want to hear about my SCP scientist OC

Oh , i'll take request too

[amomentsescape]

A Lonely Escape

Eric Draven x Reader

Summary: Reader seeks a change in her normal routine, and the city's vigilante seems to be just what she asked for.

Warnings: Minor cussing, violence, slight angst, loneliness

Word Count: 1,041

A/N: I'm not sure Eric quite constitutes as a slasher, but I really just wanted an excuse to write for him. He is criminally underrated, and it's upsetting how few fics there are for him.

The air was cold, and you could practically feel the night's wind blow right through you. But you honestly didn't care in this moment. You just wanted, needed to feel something.

Living alone had its benefits for sure. Setting your own schedule, a strong sense of independence, and not having to deal with anyone's expectations were enjoyable at first. But when you didn't even have one goddamn friend in a giant city like this, it began to feel so lonely.

The past couple of weeks had left you internally numb. Each day was the same and all of the hours you spent at home or at work began to blur together. You felt like a side character in your own life.

So you had to get out of your apartment and try to feel something, anything.

This city was way too dangerous for someone like you to be walking alone in. You realized this firsthand not even a month ago while heading home after a late shift.

Grimy hands had grabbed at your collar and shoved you into a cold brick wall, your figure being hidden in some disgusting alleyway.

"Your bag, now," the man spat at you.

A small glint in the corner of your eye caught your attention, and you knew that the man's blade was going to end up somewhere inside you if you didn't do what he asked.

Your body shook as you nodded, trying to pull the strap off of you.

However, a loud cawing sound caused both of you to turn and spot a black crow staring intently at the scene.

The man whipped back to you and lifted the knife, pointing it close to your face.

"Hurry up!" he screamed.

His anger was soon turned into fear when someone else bashed him upside the head with a piece of rusty metal.

The man fell onto his side as he reached up to try and cover the now gushing wound on his head.

The figure was quick to shove him onto his back however, and all you could see were flashes of rusty silver as the man's skull was caved into nothing.

The figure dropped the metal suddenly and stood up, his body turning towards you in the dark.

It only took a moment for you to realize it was the city's one and only vigilante. A man who had saved numerous innocent lives since he arrived.

"Thank you," you spoke quickly.

You knew what this man was capable of, yet you felt no fear.

The man looked around the alley until his gaze rested back on you.

"You should never walk alone this late at night. You're going to get yourself killed."

He spoke a little abrasively, but it didn't really upset you.

"May I ask what your name is? You just saved my life, and I would like to know the name of my hero," you let out a nervous laugh.

He tilted his head down in an almost bashful way.

"I'm no hero," he started, "but it's Eric."

"Thank you, Eric."

He gave you a small nod before motioning you to follow him.

He stayed by your side all the way to your house. He didn't even leave until you made it inside. But by the time you peered out the window, he was already gone.

Since then, the only real communication you've had with anyone was at your crummy job.

This was your first time out so late since that fateful night meeting Eric, and you knew that you were putting yourself at risk once again. But any normal worry you'd have was currently hidden away by the pure indifference you felt.

Your heartbeat picked up as you realized that the same alley you almost got robbed in was only a few meters away from you. A chill made its way down your spine at this.

"Are you asking for a death wish?"

You spun around at the voice and saw the familiar man in front of you, the crow perched on his shoulder.

You couldn't help but smile a bit. You weren't sure you were ever going to see him again.

"Death doesn't scare me," you responded.

His eyes seemed to glaze over at this.

"It should."

He walked up to you and tilted his head, looking at you intently.

"You should head home. You already know how dangerous this area can be at this time."

You shook your head.

"I'm not worried since you're here."

His expression was unreadable as he continued to take you in. It was honestly a crime that a killer like him could be as handsome as he was.

Your resolve disappeared after a few moments of no response. Everything was much too quiet.

You finally sighed and broke eye contact with him.

"Do you ever just feel so... alone?" you asked quietly. You weren't sure if you had even spoken loud enough for him to hear.

But he must have since your question was followed by a slow nod.

"All the time," he responded just as softly.

You shook your head as you fought with your own thoughts.

"I-I just couldn't spend another night alone in that apartment," you began. "All I'm met with is silence, and I can't stand to be alone with my thoughts for that long."

You finally looked back up to him and noticed that he was only a few feet away now.

He was close enough that you could take in the features of his face.

And a murderer had never look so heavenly.

"I just... needed to clear my head," you finished.

His lips tightened into a line as he took in what you said.

"There's a place I like to go when it all becomes too much," he finally spoke.

His brows were furrowed in slight irritation, almost like he was fighting with whether he should be sharing this with you or not.

After a few more moments of silent contemplation, he finally sighed.

He reached his hand out to you.

"Come with me."

You looked down at his open palm and then back up to his face. His eyes were soft as he stared back at you.

"Okay," you answered, taking his cold hand into yours.

[backmaskcd]

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[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

My Little Shadow (Azriel X Reader)

Warnings: Toxic abusive family, arranged marriage, entitled males

This is my first fanfiction! I hope you all enjoy this fic about Azriel rescuing Y/N from their new "fiancée"

Edit! Part two out now here: Part two

I walked through the crowds, struggling not to spill my full glass of faerie wine as I forced my way through the crowd.

This was not how I had wanted my night to go.

After a huge blow out with my family, I had made a quick escape.  My father was an angry man, and a powerful one.  With a standing right below Keir in the hierarchy, and knowing that if Keir made even one false move, my father would step through the bloody mess and take his place.

As long as he continued to hold his current standing of course.

And that required status.  He had come home talking about a great opportunity for the family, which of course meant him.

Draven had asked for my hand in marriage.  Most likely because the male couldn’t find a family that would release their daughter to him, considering his horrible reputation in the way he treated women.

And that was saying a lot considering this was Hewn City.

I had completely refused, which was unheard of in our family.

I was the perfect daughter.  The one who calmed him when he went into an abusive rage and looked for one of my sisters to take it out on.

So when I said no, he laughed it off, saying, “That was my first reaction too, but then you should have heard what he was offering!  I never thought you’d fetch such a high price girl.”

I had been so angry, felt so helpless- It was the first time I had ever told him what I had thought of him.

Everyone had been so stunned that I had enough time to rush out the door before the bellowing started.  I had made a beeline for this party, knowing my father would rather choke on his own blood before making a scene in such a public place.

Especially when the high lord was visiting tonight, his high lady was right up there with him.

Maybe I could approach the throne, plead to be set free of this damned city.  But I knew better.

The citizens of Hewn City stayed in Hewn City.

Except for the beautiful Morrigan.  Sometimes I was inspired by the female who had escaped the cruelty of this nightmare.  But sometimes there was a spark of envy, knowing I would never have that same freedom.

“Hello, pretty thing.”  The slimy voice of Draven came from behind me.

I jerked forward, spilling my wine on some dancer in the crowd.  They yelped in angry surprise, but I didn’t get a chance to apologize as Draven dragged me backwards, spinning me around.

“Your father told me all about your little outburst, are you really that hot and bothered over me?”  He asked, his breath reeking of alcohol.

I went to shove him away, but he only gripped me tighter.

“Let go of me Draven.”  I hissed, fear rising as I realized that there was no one looking over, not one of the party goers noticed the scene unfurling in this corner.

Not like anyone would intervene anyway.

He chuckled.  “I don’t think so sweetheart.”  He said, his grip tightening to the point it was painful, and I forced myself not to react, but only to stare him down.

He didn’t like that.

He let go with one hand and raised it, and I instinctively flinched away.  But the hit never came.

I looked up to see some sort of darkness wrapping around his wrist, keeping him from delivering that blow.

His look of rage and confusion melted into one of slight terror as a silky smooth voice spoke.  “What’s going on over here?”

My head whipped around, and I strained my neck upwards to see one of the armor clad males hovering over me, the Shadowsinger who was glaring at Draven with sharp hazel eyes.

My throat closed up, not knowing how to explain the situation in a way that Dravon couldn’t twist it.

“I was having a discussion with my fiancé.”  He said, calmly, his smirk back, pretending not to have a care in the world.

But I could tell he was enraged from the bruising grip he had on my hand.

The shadowsinger ignored Draven, looking at me for answers.

I shifted uncomfortably, speaking softly, “I was just enjoying the party when this male approached me.  I have no clue what he’s talking about.”

Draven started to protest, but from one look from the shadowsinger, and he let go of my wrist, rushing off to some nasty corner of this place.

I let out a sigh of relief, letting my shoulders slump as I calmed myself.

“What’s your name?”

I jumped, having forgotten the shadowsinger was still there.

“I- uh- My name’s Y/N.”  I said, hoping he didn’t realize who my father was.

He nodded.  “I’m Azriel.  Are you alright?”  He asked, staring pointedly at my wrist, which I had started to rub soothingly without realizing it.

I stopped, trying not to make eye contact with him.  “I’m fine, thank you.”  I said, my common sense returning as I lowered my head, fully the demure female.  This male was more powerful than even my father, if he decided to take over where Draven had left off, no one would be coming to save me.

“I should be heading home.  My father is expecting me.”  I said, turning and rushing away before he could speak again.

As I got farther into the halls and away from the party, I became more and more sure no one was following me.

I knew I would have to face my father eventually, but for now, I settled on resting against the wall, dipping my hand into the shadows I loved so dearly.

I couldn’t help but smirk as they crawled up my arm lovingly, curling around me, sensing my negative emotions.

Azriel wasn’t the only Shadowsinger in the night court, and it may just be the key to my escape.

[calmcoldevening]

Vampire!Eric Draven x reader, part 2

Eric's hands gently slid over your cheeks, caressing the skin that turned pale with fear. His sharp nails dug unpleasantly into your flesh, causing the scarlet blood to flow down your face like lingonberry juice.

Your name came out of his pale, dead lips like a prayer appealing to the mercy of God himself.

"Please stop... You're scaring me, sir," you whisper softly, looking up at the man with doe eyes. Small crystal drops of tears threatened to fall down your trembling eyelashes.

Eric's heart seemed to skip a beat. He, a bloodthirsty dead man and a bloodsucker, was hurt in his soul by your words. Although he had a soul, that was certainly a question. A whole flurry of emotions flashes in his eyes before he finally speaks.

"You.. are afraid of me?" The voice is deep and hoarse.

Eric was still holding your face tightly, his facial expressions became expressionless for a moment, almost emotionless, the former smell fell from his anxious soul, as if he had been doused with cold water, sobering his thoughts.

In response, you give a short nod.

The words rise in his throat like a painful bilious lump. He gives a nervous laugh. The man lets go of your face, taking a few slow steps back. He looks at your face with disbelief, as if he saw a ghost in reality. You hug yourself with your arms.

"You're afraid.. of course.. of course you're afraid," he mutters, shifting his gaze to the floor. Eric's lips curve into a nervous smile. He buries his fingers in his own hair, muttering rapidly to himself.

"Do you know why I'm here? In this damn mansion, with your portrait? For centuries I have lived here and waited for you. My soul was pining. I was waiting for you to come back. I was waiting for my beloved, my wife..." he squeezes his own hair, some strands remain in his tight grip, "I think I'm going crazy... I'm so lonely and I miss you. So much, my rose. It's just unbearable."

The man takes advantage of your confusion in changing his behavior and comes closer. He kneels convulsively, hugging your legs and stroking your hips.

"My rose.. sweet. I remember hundreds of thousands of times you comforted me like that.. It's really you, my dear beloved. Why is fate so unfair? Why does she always take you away from me?"

"If so.. then why don't I remember anything?"

Eric lets out a short grunt, "You're human. What used to be, what is now... Human life is too fragile to load it with memories of a past life, that would be.. almost painful."

The man looks up at you, pressing your body closer to him in a protective manner.

"But I can help you remember, my rose.."

***

You didn't remember how you agreed, but now you were sitting on a chair in the living room. The room was spacious, still stained with dark paint. Your eyes come across an extinct fireplace, the firewood in it is covered with a large layer of dust. Apparently, it has not been used for a long time. And everything in this room looks strangely abandoned.

Eric was sitting in the chair opposite. You were separated by a small coffee table.

"I need you to believe me now and not be afraid," he says with a slight smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

You nod. He picks up the bottle from the table, carefully pouring the contents into a glass. The glass is slowly filled with a viscous cherry liquid. He pours about half of it and immediately hands it to you.

"Come on, my rose. Take. You need to drink every last drop, okay?"

You grab the glass with both hands, awkwardly staring into the red liquid. It didn't look like an ordinary wine. You carefully raise the glass to your lips, feeling the cold thick liquid slowly trickle down your throat. Your senses are filled with a metallic taste, a little bitter, but tolerable. Eric looks at you with a gentle smile, seeming to enjoy the picture in front of him.

"That's it, my rose. Drink my blood to the last drop."

Your eyes widen in mute shock, but you try to put this thought out of your head. When the glass is empty, you put it on the table with a trembling hand. An unpleasant burning sensation appears in your stomach, and you cover your mouth with your hand, holding back the urge to vomit. Your body is getting strangely weak, getting heavy.

Eric gets up from his seat, noticing your condition, and slowly comes closer. He picks you up in his arms in a wedding style, kissing you on the forehead. You do not resist, your body painfully goes limp in his strong grip, you put your head on his chest, covering your eyes.

"That's it, darling."

You don't know where he's taking you, but you feel strangely calm in his arms as you slowly drift off to sleep.

***

You woke up in a dark room. The curtains are tightly closed, and only a few candles rest on the bedside table. You slowly open your eyes. Your head is throbbing painfully, and your body feels leaden, your limbs were so heavy and numb. Your vision is blurry, but you realize that you are lying on the bed. Your fingers dig into the dark sheets. It seemed like all your senses had been heightened hundreds of thousands of times. You can hear the distant cawing of a crow, probably miles away from the mansion. Your eyes glide over the strange shadows on the walls. Your whole being is filled with the scent of sandalwood and wood, mixed with the metallic taste of blood.

"You're awake, my darling," a low murmur with a hint of amusement comes from the right, and your head moves quickly towards the source of the sound. Eric. He was sitting in an armchair next to your bed with a now closed book. A warm smile is visible on his face. His hand slides to your hand, caressing your skin with his thumb. His touch felt strangely pleasant.

"I've been waiting for this moment for centuries, my rose."

Just an affectionate pet name causes you a new headache attack. Various images and people flash through your mind. Memories scroll through your heavy head one by one.

The man grabs your hand and pulls you towards him. You obey without hesitation. You looked like a newborn baby in an adult's body. A baby crying in the dark. So many sounds, thoughts, smells. And at the same time it seemed that you were in your place for the first time. Your body fits in his lap now. Eric hugged you to his chest, stroking your back.

"It may hurt at first, but it will pass, my darling."

In response, you give a short nod. Eric looks down at you and gently touches your chin. He opens your lips a little. His thumb slides over your teeth, getting small scratches from your sharp fangs.

"That's it, my rose. Nothing will separate us now, won't it?"

Your dead heart is filled with a strange longing. You wind up your hand and his soft dark hair, slightly squeezing and tilting his head closer to you. Your lips cover him in a sweet kiss.

You were finally home. And Eric was here. Your Eric.