#Even before she became a vampire she always preferred the outside and the human life more

[alchemistdetective]

Sister of the Devil

[finniestoncrane]

What I Did That Night, What She Said That Night

Vampire!Eddie x Reader piece. Please be gentle, I've never written explicitly vampiric stuff before, like I've hinted at it but this was just...I straight up used the word vampire lmao 💚

warnings/tags on AO3, minors DNI, reader is AFAB, she/her pronouns used, warnings for a bit of brute force, 3843 words

💚 inspired by conversations with wonderful, talented @sweetums0kitty and her amazing (and much better) vampire fic 💚

Darkness perpetually plagued Gotham, giving it an air of romanticised mystery that drew those who needed an escape, a space to lurk. It attracted criminals, monsters both literal and figurative. And Eddie was one of them. He always knew he would be, burning down the orphanage had convinced him of as much. He was a criminal, an outsider. And one fateful evening, he became a true monster. On his way back to his apartment after a shift at KTMJ. Taking a shortcut through an alley when the skies went dark and a storm rolled in. He huddled himself into his worn, thin jacket. The bricks on the alley floor caused tiny muscle spams as he stepped over them in his thin-soled shoes. And as the rain struck the collar of his jacket in a cacophony of patters, he was unable to hear his assailant. Completely unaware of the looming figure, dark in the shadows, falling from the sky to land silently and precisely behind him, footsteps following exactly so as not to create obvious footsteps. It was stalking him, quietly and expertly, as he walked through the smurry rain coating the alley, which seemed to be getting narrower and narrower in the increasing dark which threatened to swallow him whole. Darker somehow, despite the street lights and warmth from the windows of apartments, than even the orphanage that haunted his sleep ever seemed.

Without any warning from even his deepest subconscious and primal brain, his body was hitting the ground, something heavy pressing down on his frail back, his face taking on the imprint from the ground as something else held his face against the filthy, wet street, that he could hear over the rain. That’s when he noticed. And by that point it was too late. His head was grasped, hair clutched by fingers ending in sharp, broken claws, mouth wrapped around him where his neck met his shoulder. He was too weak to fight back, too scared to scream. As blood was pulled from his fresh wound, he waned, fading in and out of consciousness. The last thing he remembered ever thinking as a human, a mortal, was that he was at peace with what he was sure was his death. This was better than living a life of torture, of the torment that came with knowing the extent of the corruption in this disgusting city but having none of the power to do anything about it. This was peace.

And that haunted him, even now all those years later. He would often get sad considering his potential final thoughts, they felt so distant to him. Then, he had been powerless, weak and ineffective. Too nervous to make a move, stir things up. So sad that a painful and frightening death alone in an alley was the preferable choice when faced with either that or his every day life. So pathetic, so depressing. Now, he knew his power, and with a distinct lack of the usual hindering concerns that the living might need to put up with, Eddie could finally commit himself to his project. His attempts to flush out, if they would pardon the pun at his plans for breaking the seawalls, the disease and corruption in Gotham. To rid the city of the real rats, the officials, the wealthy, the police. All of them. And now he could achieve that.

So far, and by so far he really meant the last three years of his life, he had spent his time staying awake in an unhealthy fashion and studying as many reports as he could. It was easy now that he was mentally stable and physically stronger. Before, sure, he had been incredibly smart, but there was a distinct air of nerves that surrounded him and thwarted his every attempt at…anything. Now, with an ever-growing physical prowess combined with an effective application of his forensic and puzzle-solving skills, Eddie was indestructible, untraceable, all-powerful.

At no point had he ever considered his new life-state as a curse. It fit with his life perfectly, by day he did the mental work, by night he did the physical work. One of his tasks was feeding the children. He couldn’t remember why he had thought it was a good idea. Perhaps guilt at burning down the orphanage, or a feeling that he owed the children in the same position he was in once? Was it an ecological thing? He did the murder, they got rid of the evidence? Either way, he turned the three of them who had not found a home in the newly constructed orphanage. Too old apparently, not enough beds. So now they lived under one of the bridge arches. And Eddie fed them, bringing them a fresh criminal carcass to feast on every few nights. It was stupid mistake that he regretted. They’d be children forever now, he’d be responsible to them as long as he felt morally obligated to. Pestered by their constant excitement at their state. They considered themselves vampires. Eddie considered them Gods. Eternal in their existence.

That was a downfall though, he thought, but he managed to use it to his advantage. It was strange never aging, meaning his driver’s license stated his true age and belied the boyish features he still possessed. Of course, you mentally aged, grew in your mental capabilities and people skills, general knowledge and survival methods. But if you were always cursed with the body of a child, then your physical abilities in the killing and maiming department meant you might not survive. Edward was in a good place with it though. He felt able to charm, woo or force himself into luck and survival these days, a trait he was hoping to bring to his series of murders, the start of his chain of exposing Gotham’s many sins.

He was taking the “eat the rich” movement to its logical conclusion. Consuming the flesh and blood of the sinners ruining the lives of the citizens of Gotham.

He rounded the corner and started down the same alley he was turned in all those years ago. It took him back a little, an unexpected trigger which shook him but enthralled him. The moment his life changed, a miracle unto him, bestowed upon him by whatever merciful wonder decided to take a break on the bullied kid, the underappreciated co-worker, the ignored and faceless member of the crowd.

But his train of thought was disrupted by the appearance of someone approaching him from the other end of the alley. Straining through the rain, Edward could make out at a distance that it appeared to be a woman, possibly unaware that he was also in the alley, getting closer to him with each step they both took towards their inevitable meeting point.  And it only took a split second for Eddie to make the decision. At the sight of her his stomach rumbled, and shortly after the rest of his body followed, cheeks flushing and dick hardening. Another of the graces bestowed on him, as Eddie was sure that in the comics and books he had read, vampires had no blood, but he was still able to get erect, in fact quicker than before even.

And that was something which was becoming obvious even in the dark, even with his coat pulled down over his crotch. Eddie was excited two-fold. Firstly, the kill always enticed him, like the sensation of thrusting into someone quick and sharp and hard. It was intensely erotic, lapping at their necks or wrists, watching the last of the light drain from their eyes, evil draining from the city one by one. And sometimes, the unlucky would have to be taken, much like this new prey. It was collateral damage, for the better good. The city would be grateful of its saviour, the vampire-bat man. He’d have to work on the name though, come up with something catchier than that, or God forbid he be given one by the press. He shuddered at the thought.

But aside from the obvious thrill of the chase, of the exceptional, stomach warming sensation of a good meal, Eddie was instantly turned on. Another side effect, usually brought on by adrenaline or sheer excitement, this time Eddie was enthralled by the flesh he had settled on. Her body was thick, emanating heat that he could feel even from the distance. She smelled sweet, soft and clean. He could see her thighs and breasts jiggle with her steps, hypnotising him. He could see her soft features, plush and rosy cheeks. She looked delicious, everything about her screaming out that she was indeed a whole meal he could enjoy. Touching, licking, sucking. He drooled at the thought, tongue tracing the sharp points of his teeth as he focused on retaining a silent, calm pace. Her scent on the wind, the sharp tang of her blood on his nostrils. This was different, he felt entirely entranced by it.

As they passed each other, she looked shocked at his presence, oblivious to him until the last moment, but offered him a polite smile. A desperate look, a plea to anyone watching over her that he was a good person and not the standard Gotham criminal, lurking in the alley to commit a crime. And he passed her by, a brief moment of thanks settling into her stomach before he whisked around, hand over her mouth, the other on her stomach and pressing her against him, against his crotch, hardening further at the rush.

He sank his teeth into her neck, blood trickling down in two little streams and he lapped greedily. She hadn’t even screamed, hadn’t tried to. In fact, he was holding her entire body up against his, no effort on her part. Her eyes weren’t open, but her chest moved, and blood was certainly flowing. Had she passed out from fright?

A pang of guilt waved over him. This wasn’t how he usually behaved. His moral code, his ethics, all thrown out the window in a brief fit of lust and hunger, desperation. It was probably this that led him to make the decision to take her home with him. To leave her with enough of her spirits that she would awake in the morning, safely.

A feat of his strength, belying his thin frame, he lifted her the short distance to his apartment building. His room was cold, barren aside from the essentials. He saw no need for comfort usually, but he was enraged at his lack of foresight now. Why did he bring her home? And why didn’t he have any luxuriously soft blankets to encase her in? What he had would have to do. He settled her onto the mattress, taking care to put her body into the recovery position but knowing that he intended to remain vigilant at the foot of the bed through the night, watching for any turns.

He piled on blankets, shirts, towels and finally his jacket, his signature, his logo, emblazoned on the front chest pocket. She looked so peaceful. And she was so beautiful. He had sworn not to turn another after the children. It made things so complicated. He was supposed to be eliminating vile corruption and sin from the streets of Gotham, not playing house with a new pet. But, he watched her breathe gently, in and out, skin paling by the minute, and realised that was exactly what he wanted.

You’re not thinking with that big ol’ brain of yours anymore, huh Ed?

Afraid of his new companion, of the new feelings he had, he settled onto a chair at the end of the bed, resting his feet, still in his boots, onto the bottom frame. In the morning, she would either be dead, or undead. He hoped it was the latter. He wanted to apologise. He wanted to explain to her, to have her sympathise with his plight, with his goals. He wanted to get to know her. In a show of weakness previously unknown to him, he allowed himself to smile at her before returning to the task at hand, stone-like in his vigilance. He pondered over how he would explain, how he would apologise. Praying for something, anything, that might make it easier for her to understand what he was, and what she had become.

He must have drifted to sleep at some point, unaware that he had let his guard down. The soft drop of his head as it slipped from its resting place on his shoulder was enough to jolt him into immediate action, blissfully ignorant of the night’s adventures for a moment until reality settled in around him like a weighted blanket. He looked to the bed and saw her, sitting upright, watching him. Neither of them said a word, both afraid of each other, straining their pupils in the dark, their shadows cast by the neon signs and warm, yellow street lights of Gotham that squeezed through the broken blinds.

Breath faltering, Eddie raised his hands in a show of what he hoped was recognisable as non-threatening action, rising slowly and steadily from the chair he had slept on. She pulled the sheets up towards her, cowering slightly at his movements, watching him, studying him. As he recognised the fear in her eyes, he began to loosen up. There was no tension in his shoulders so long as he was the predator. He opened his mouth to speak, unable to make any sounds for an embarrassingly long time, only managing to squeak out two words after the strenuous effort.

“I’m sorry.”

Tears were welling in her eyes.

“For what you’re going to do?”

She was direct, and while there was a wavering under the tone, fear at his possible intentions, she was still displaying a bravery that Edward found impressive.

“I’m…no. For what I’ve already done?”

A sob escaped her as her chest curled over, tears falling down her face. Eddie was confused, unable to understand how she was so quick to comprehend what he’d done to her, what he’d made her into, before he realised that she might have been thinking he had done something, comparatively, worse.

“Oh no! Please, let me explain! I didn’t…you’re safe. You’ve been safe. Safer than you were in the alley. I didn’t touch you, other than to lift you to the bed and…when I bit you.”

“You bit me?” She rolled up her sleeves and looked at her arms, throwing the blanket back to examine her legs and stomach, before raising a hand to her neck and feeling the warm and sticky blood which had seeped through the bandages he had applied.

“It shouldn’t hurt. And the blood will stop soon enough.”

“It doesn’t hurt. Why doesn’t it hurt?”

“You’re past that now.”

“What do you mean ‘past that’? Will you please take me to a hospital?”

“There’s not much they can do for you now. In fact, you should avoid them at all costs. You don’t want to be studied as the medical marvel with no heartbeat and a distinct lack of blood do you?”

“A…what?” She was feeling woozy, the confusion and rage building up in the pit of her stomach and making her sick.

“You’re new…form…I guess? I prefer the term “life state” but I think that might be a bit nerdy.”

“I don’t understand…Please…”

“I’ve turned you into something different, better.”

“How…?”

“By biting you. You can’t have been living under a rock for the whole of your life, you must have some kind of…idea of what I’m talking about?”

Eddie searched her eyes, past her blank stare, for any inkling of recognition, someone that told him she knew what he was, what she had become now. Some people just couldn’t get past the block though, couldn’t see past movies and books and tv shows and accept that fantasy could seep into reality.

“A vampire.” He said it with such a casual tone, her face grew instantly pale and her body retched, bringing up everything she had eaten in the last twenty-four hours onto the floor. Edward looked at it, twisting his face, but ignoring the mess and returning to his efforts of comfort, of enlightenment.

“I know it’s difficult to process. I didn’t even have anyone to walk me through it when I was transformed. But please, I want you to accept this gift. There was something about you, something, a psychic connection? Spiritual? Divine intervention? But I wasn’t acting of my own accord, nor do I believe it was sheer animal instinct. I think, like me, you were meant to be eternal.”

It was hard to swallow, and she spat some remnants of vomit onto the floor, wiping her face with her sleeve, as she slowed her breathing, trying to stave of a panic attack at the things the obviously insane man at the end of her bed was telling her.

Part of her though believed him. It was the part that was afraid and anxious, that had spent all of her life tormenting her into feelings of despair and futile hope for a better tomorrow that never seemed to come. And now she had infinite tomorrows? Excitement swelled in her, the hopelessly romantic notions she had about love at first sight, of soul mates, of the universe having a plan for you and exacting said plan at the right moment. She had been heading to her ex-girlfriend’s house, an abusive relationship she couldn’t escape from for more than a month at a time. About to face down yet another mistake in a long line of terrible choices she had been making since she was old enough to recognise and exercise her free will.

And another part, still, was bubbling with promise. With power. Where before she had been able to feel the stone-hard pit of weakness and futility, of nerves and worries, she felt a tingling strength rising and pulsing. As though her entire core was swelling with a sense of pride, a personality change brought on by a bite from a strange, but surprisingly sweet looking, stranger.

But she couldn’t believe it yet. The logical side of her brain was kicking into gear, revving up, sliding in the mud of insanity as it desperately tried to pull away from the belief that she might now be a monster.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Yeah, I thought you might say that.”

With little effort, Eddie leapt onto the bed, lifting her up and over his shoulder and carrying her to the fire escape outside of the window. She could feel the rain on her skin as he deftly leapt up the stairs, metal clanking and echoing, the sounds of the city drowning it out. Up and up until they were on the roof, where he placed her on her feet and looked up to the sky, droplets splashing on his cheeks. He was handsome in this light, deceptively strong despite his boyish looks, the light catching the unique profile of his face, eyes obscured in a mysterious manner by the rain that fell onto his glasses. If she tried hard enough to suppress any common sense, this moment was entirely fantastical and romantic. Being rushed to a spot above the city, a handsome stranger offering her mystery and adventure, rain on her skin as he stared at her, moving closer and closer and reaching out his hands to-

At contact, she had briefly believed they were about to kiss. And she was going to let him. Let their lips meet under the Gotham sky, rain drops tapping against the ground as a vampire lustfully took her, darkness around them as she accepted her fate, her new life. But the dream was shattered as his palms pushed her hard and she stumbled back towards the end of the roof, maintaining eye contact as he pushed once more and sent her off the edge, hurtling towards the ground. She stared at him, his face growing smaller as she fell further, no room for panic in her stomach as her brain released it’s adrenaline and endorphins, easing her into what it knew was about to be the end. There was no such things as vampires, as happy endings, as dark and brooding strangers who kidnapped you for love. That was Stockholm syndrome, and she had been murdered for being a foolish girl with romantic notions.

As the guilt and shame washed over her, sorry for herself that these would be the last emotions she ever felt, another feeling began to take over, causing her limbs to tremble. The tingling from the pit of her stomach was so strong she could swear she could hear it humming inside of her, causing her head to throb with tension. And she embraced it, thankful to feel something other than the familiar self-hate she’d lived with her whole life, waiting for her body to hit the ground and for it all to be over.

But it never came. The ground didn’t seem to be getting any closer, and she didn’t seem to be getting any lower. She tilted her head cautiously to the side and took a quick, investigative peak at what remained of her drop. And in doing so she spasmed, body flipping around in mid-air like it was caught in a gyroscope. She could hear the stranger from above yelling down into the street.

“Don’t panic, if you panic you’ll lose-”

But she had panicked, and at that she fell the ten feet left of her journey to the ground, thudding unceremoniously on her back, straight into the murky puddles. Rain dripped on her face, eyes closed and attempting to absorb everything that had happened. She blinked and tried to see through the rain, a figure making its way slowly and gracefully from the sky down to her.

“See?”

He reached out a hand and she took it, instantly pulled up, into the air, as he dragged her back towards the roof.

“I’m going to let go, and you can hold yourself, ok?”

She shook her head violently, desperate for him to hold her. But he snatched his grip away. She shook, wobbling around before calming her breaths and hovering, swaying gently in the wind. As much as she wanted to be frightened, to be nervous about the prospects of the future, to be angry at how her old life was snatched away, she was just excited. Looking at the stranger before her, she smiled and giggled.

Eddie laughed back, thankful that there was finally some semblance of positivity emanating from her, knowing that it would be easier now to adjust her to a new life.

“What would you like to do next?” He asked her, a warm smile spreading over his face as she pondered, gleefully. He could hold off on this evening’s mayhem, if it meant encouraging her to accept her new life, secretly hoping she would agree to spend at least some of eternity with him.

[shirophantomvox]

Analyzing Kars' Character

Hello everyone! FYI I am not ignoring your requests. I have tried for a week to get them finished and I keep losing motivation. Then I had the brilliant idea of writing something else about an interesting topic and then I’ll be able to finish a few requests! Today’s post is another character analysis. This is still a multi-fandom blog; you will see content related to other shows besides Voltron. Today’s character analysis is on Kars, the 10,000-year-old vampire. That’s funny. He, Allura, and Coran are the same age!

Overview

I watched JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures about a month ago when I became frustrated that there were only 4 seasons of Hunter x Hunter on Netflix. Remember the scene in the election arc when the citizens were casting their votes for chairperson and Hisoka walked up with his arms forming an “S”? Many people were posing the question of it being a “JoJo’s” reference and for the life of me, I never understood what they were talking about. Finally, I watched the show for the first time and by season 2 I could understand what they were saying.

I have to admit that by the second episode I was bored because the nature of season one took place in the 1800s England and nothing exciting happened. Though I worked my way through a few more episodes. I noticed a creepy stone mask on the way and how it never fell unless blood was splattered on it. I concluded the mask was going to play the role of an antagonist or help the antagonist succeed. Although this post is about Kars, I would like to take a moment and say that Jonathan’s death was very heart wrenching and it made me angry. Jonathan was unnecessarily nice to Dio and living in a privileged bubble lead to his demise. Jonathan was stronger than Dio and he should have kicked his ass once and for all. Have you noticed that after Joseph’s father, all JoJo’s (at least until season 5) could beat the antagonist in the show?

Anyway, the mask is a key tool in the bizarre adventures that each protagonist experiences.

Kars is a 10,000-year-old vampire that designed the Stone Mask and is essentially responsible for the horrific events that have happened throughout history. Dio being turned into a merciless vampire and his minions resulted from the Stone Mask. After discovering that he and his people could not be out in the sun, he concluded he needed the Red Stone of Aja to complete his transformation. Lisa-Lisa, a 50-year-old human woman, has possession of the stone given by her foster father Straizo. Kars, along with the 3 remaining Pilar Men (Wamuu, Esidsi, and Santana, can only survive in the sun if they two wear the mask with the Red Stone of Aja. After awakening, it is quite clear that Kars is on a mission to retrieve the stone and will destroy anything in his way. He was the only one wanting to live a life outside of the darkness. This was the driving force of creating so many Stone Masks and later discovering the need for the Red Stone of Aja. Kars understood the mask would only work on him partially because of his larger skull size, aka body manipulation. This created an increase in hunger. The Pillar Men did not like this at all and sought to eliminate him so he could not ruin the flow of nature. Kars retaliated; he murdered 99% of his people only leaving his friend Esidsi, and two children known as Santana and Wamuu.

Kars’ character is very interesting. A dog was about to have its life ended because of drunk drivers. I don’t know if this struck a nerve in his soul, but Kars nearly cut off the driver’s head, causing them to crash their car and the puppy was saved. After being defeated by Joseph the first time, he landed at the end of a snowy cliff, making sure he did not land on a few daisies. Given these unique interactions with nature and secondary species, Kars has some vendetta against humans. What did they do to him or his people for him to care only about flowers and animals but want to wipe out Harmon users? He insists that Lisa-Lisa drink poison instead of fighting her. Fighting women is something he and Wamuu don’t take pleasure in doing. When I heard this for the first time, I didn’t know if that was something to be proud of or if he was being misogynistic (you know the stereotypical view society has about women). Even if he genuinely did not want to lay a finger on Lisa-Lisa or any woman, his intentions are very questionable. He mimics politeness. If Kars offered to pay for dinner or a drink, run. Just run because if you don’t, you’ll probably be turned into a vampire or be eaten alive.

This is off topic but I wanted to pose this scenario. After watching Battle Tendency for the 10th time, I always like to bring out the “soft” side in villains. Being a sucker for Fluff isn’t helpful. I know that’s defeating the purpose of villains and antagonists, but I can’t help and wonder how it would show in Kars. As I’ve previously stated, Kars seems to care for animals and plants more than humans...so there’s a soft spot somewhere in there. I had a rather amusing and odd thought involving Kars and Lisa-Lisa. Since Lisa-Lisa is the leader over Caesar and Joseph and Kars is the leader over the remain few Pillar Men, I can’t help but wonder how they’d react to each other. When Lisa-Lisa is ordered by Kars to stay at their hideout while Joseph retrieved the Stone, I know she didn’t stand there like a statue for nearly 12 hours. I imagine Kars offering a drink, water, or juice just to get her talking. I mean, she has to warm up to him or it’s going to be a horrible 12 hours. Then he’ll try to engage in conversation and will only try to flirt with her to see how she responds. He may make a comment about how clear her skin is, how perfect her makeup stays intact, or how her legs look better than his (well, duh, you’re 9,950 years older than her!). This way, he can exploit anything he deems as a weakness, but she is a smart woman. She would reveal nothing about her that could be used against her. As OOC as this seems, it could be something he’d do. Remember, he mimics politeness; he has a trick up his sleeve. Although that may be true, at the back of his mind, he really admires how young and enchanting she looks.

Although Esidsi, Wamuu, and Santana are Pillar Men, they are ancient humanoid superhuman beings who lived on the American continent. They have supernatural abilities that leave them invincible while the sun is down. They look similar to humans, but they are much bigger and muscular. Among the 3 remaining Pillar Men, I seem to gravitate to Kars than the others. Before you judge me, I’ll explain. Kars, like many male characters in this anime and others, has a unique character design. Contrary to popular belief, I like Kars better in his head wrap or while he is wearing his hat and cape. That outfit reminds me of a ghost/monster from the remastered Scooby-Doo series in the 70s. The one thing in particular that stood out to me was his eye shadow and mascara. The earrings didn’t surprise me as every time I draw my male characters, they automatically get a pair of earrings. While being physically fit, he can make ANYTHING look excellent!

Just like any villain, Kars and Joseph are equally arrogant and can exploit their opponent’s weaknesses against them. Making jokes about Lisa-Lisa while she is unconscious nearly sets him over the edge and while Kars thinks he has defeated Joseph, he is launched into space.

Last but not least, I noticed how the first two protagonists form an unusual bond with their enemies. As many of you have seen, Dio calls Jonathan JoJo but does not acknowledge Joseph or Jotaro in the same way. He does twice towards Jotaro but not after that. Kars refers to Joseph as JoJo and I have to believe that even if he knew his real name, he’d still refer to him as JoJo. Wamuu stated that fighting Jospeh was worth his time as he did not waste it and fight fairly. Throughout their battles, they somehow remind me of childish games with the name-calling and all. I wish Kars was not a “onetime” villain. I wish he could roll over to the next season. This is a preference, as I hate seasonal villains, like Chrollo Lucilfer or anyone similar.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading!

[miraycavlan]

BASICS

Name: Miray Çavlan Nicknames: Mir, Ray (pronounced Raj) Face Claim: Aslihan Malbora Age: 28 Gender: Cis Woman Sexuality: Heterosexual Species: Human Witch Rank/Job: Librarian Residence: Haven Realm King’s Hill

Through war and triumph miray çavlan rises, at 28 years old, serving as librarian residing in haven realm. They are a human that resembles aslihan malbora. Upon meeting them, they are caring and confident. Don’t be fooled, they can be self reserved and distrusting.

THE BIO

tw: depression

Miray was born to her mother Özge and an unknown man. Well, unknown to Miray because she never heard from her mother who he was. The only thing the woman knows about her father is the fact that he left her mother when he learned that she was pregnant for something else. Someone supernatural. Nymph, vampire, werewolf, Miray has no idea and she doesn’t want to know about it either. It has always been Miray and her mother, the two of them in a little house in the Haven Realm. It was an easy and quiet life and the little girl preferred it. She grew up like that without any trouble in the world. Her mother would do everything to protect her daughter from anything happening in the world, meaning the older Miray got, the more obvious she was to the current developments in the world they were living in.

While growing up it was a luxury to Miray to not worry about anything else that was happening in her own little bubble. She developed a love for books and music, a continuous path throughout her life while growing up. The piano in the corner of their living room was her escape whenever she was not found at the library. Outside of the usual things for her age - school, her hobbies, she found friends and at the age of 22 she found love. Sebastian Isley had been her friend before he became her boyfriend. The man who she knew would always be there for her, who was her best friend and who she saw a future with.

The moment she felt like things started to shift in her life, was when Miray turned 24. Her mother passed away due to illness and it caused Miray to be alone in her life. A life without her mother was something that she knew would come one day but she had expected it to be at some point far, far away from that moment. She fell into a dark hole with only a few spots of light in the form of her music, books, Sebastian and her friends. But it was within a year that the next spot of light disappeared from her sky. Miray had thought that one day she would marry Sebastian - maybe sooner than later even - but out of nowhere he broke up with her. It wasn’t something she had done, it was him. No real reason was given behind the break up and suddenly he was gone as well.

In the year after those events Miray pulled away from her friends - only a few real ones sticking around who tried to help her out. She hid in the library, burying herself in work, especially the death of her mother weighing heavily on her. Moving in the same rhythm day after day until her best friend finally had enough and made her see that this would’ve been the last thing her mother would’ve wanted. And that she was nowhere near the person who would’ve been a worthy girlfriend to someone. They wanted the old Miray back. Slowly she returned but there was still this dark side to her personality that was still showing. One she tried hiding but it’s hard on her.

From her twentyfourth on, Miray became more and more away from the changes in the world, the appearance of the Dark Realm. Sebastian becoming the King of a different Realm also made her realise there was more in the world than her own small bubble. She was learning more and more about the world and what is happening in it. Some would call her naive because of not realising it but Miray knows better… Clueless was the better description and she hated it.

Arriving at King’s Hill for Sebastian’s coronation turned her entire world upside down. At first she had hoped for just being with him again but Miray learned very soon that was not possible. It was not possible to hope for a normal life with the King. The coronation turned into a hell. Miray doesn’t remember much about the kidnapping - or she chooses to say she doesn’t remember anything. But she feels different. Signs of her unknowns father heritage are showing and she has no clue how to deal with it.

[drmmyrs]

ok so i had this idea.. after kamilah and amy being married for quite a time they grow a bit distant and one day kamilah finds amy in a bar serenading someone or flirting - the thing is she’s cheating- however kamilah doesn’t leash out -at first at least- but get that amy is very young compared to her, and while kamilah had many partners, amy didn’t. so they talk about “having an open marriage”. however, they agree to not discuss any info about their affairs, until someday amy walks into a bar and finds kamilah with aiko (it’s a business thing but amy doesn’t know that). anyhow, after getting into a fight, where kamilah enjoys teasing Amy cuz that was her idea and letting her think that yes she was with aiko, Amy then realises that maaaybe an open marriage wasn’t a good idea after all

Sorry for the delay anon, kinda had a block the past few days 😕 Hope you like it! 💕

Shoutout to @samanthadalton​ for the title 🧡

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Another Woman (Kamilah x MC)

Amy and Kamilah had been married for nearly 40 years, and life couldn't have been more perfect–or at least that's what Amy kept repeating to herself. She looked at her wife, happily tending her garden, a smile of pure contentment on her lips. Ever since Rheya had been defeated, there were no longer any major threats that terrorized both vampires and humans alike on a global scale. Sure, some fanatics would try and mobilize against the other kind, but it was never threatening enough that Amy and her friends had to intervene. There was no impending death. No running. No fighting. They were safe. She should be happy. Then why wasn't she?

Ever since Adrian became the Chairman of the Vampire-Human Relations Committee, he barely had time for his company, which was why he had left Amy in charge of most business dealings. Amy quickly jumped at the chance, of course. Even when she was human, it had always been her dream to lead a company, especially a multi-billion dollar company like Raines Corp. What Amy didn't foresee, however, was how quickly she would lose her passion for it. She knew that if she quit her job, Adrian really wouldn't mind. But then what? It wasn't like there was another profession she was passionate about. And most importantly, Kamilah was already happy, content with the way things were. And Amy could never take that away from her.

One night, when Amy felt more downcast than usual, she decided to go to a bar for a drink or two, just enough to get a buzz after a crummy day. She was in the middle of her first drink when she was pulled out of her thoughts by the sight of the bartender placing a new drink on the counter in front of her.

"For you, Miss."

"But I didn't–" Amy started, but the bartender had already walked away.

She looked around until she met the gaze of a gorgeous young woman sitting a few seats beside her. The woman raised her drink and smiled at her.

"You look like you needed a stronger drink."

Amy blushed when she realized that she was staring. "Oh, uh, thanks."

The woman stood up and sat beside her, outreaching her hand. "Josie, by the way."

Amy shook her hand. "Amy."

The night went on with the two of them chatting and drinking. And before she knew it, Amy had forgotten all about her day, her sorrows, and the woman she was supposed to come home to.

***

At home, Amy could barely look at her wife in the eyes, the shame of her affair eating at her heart. It wasn't enough, however, for her to stop as the exhilaration of her newfound intimacy overpowered any existing guilt.

One night, Amy was at a booth in a bar with Josie, cuddling with her, when suddenly, the hair at the back of her neck stood up. She felt a familiar presence–her scent, the beating of her heart, it was all remarkably distinct from any other. Amy swept her eye around the bar and immediately saw her. Kamilah was looking at them, her gaze shifting from Amy's eye to her hand, which was on Josie's thigh. Amy quickly excused herself and strode to follow Kamilah, who was now walking towards a quieter part of the bar.

"I'm sorry." Amy didn't bother lying.

Amy fully expected Kamilah to be mad–who wouldn't be after catching her wife cheat on her. But Kamilah just stood there silent, no emotions betraying her.

"You're not mad," Amy stated as a fact.

"No." Kamilah gave Amy a tight smile. "I've been with countless partners, Amy, and denying you of that same experience would be... hypocritical on my part."

Amy just stood there silently for a while, not knowing what to say. She then took a deep breath and decided to break the silence. "An open relationship. We could have one of those." The idea left a bitter taste on her tongue, but it was the only thing she could think of that would be fair to both of them.

Kamilah nodded. "I suppose there are rules?"

Amy chewed on her bottom lip, thinking. "No feelings, just sex."

"All right. I also suggest that we don't discuss the details about our affairs."

"That's fair." Amy narrowed her eyes. "Kamilah, are you sure you're okay with this?

Kamilah smiled and placed a kiss on Amy's forehead. "Anything for you, my Dear," she whispered.

It wasn't an answer. In fact, it was a love declaration as it always was with Kamilah. And it didn't do anything to quell the guilt that Amy felt.

***

Amy sat at the edge of the rooftop of Raines Corps–something she usually did when she wanted to be alone with her thoughts–and watched as a group of young vampires jump from roof to roof. A smile escaped from her lips, remembering a similar memory from the past with her friends. Suddenly, her eye caught a familiar figure getting out of a car below, followed by another figure. Amy's anger and jealousy instantly spiked as she watched Kamilah and Aiko make way to a bar, her mind racing with all the possibilities. The devil then took over her body as she raced towards them, her eyes glowing red and her fangs exposed. When she reached the bar, Kamilah and Aiko were on their way to a booth, and before anyone had a chance to react, Amy dashed to Kamilah, grabbed her hand, and led her outside to a nearby alley.

Kamilah's eyes were wide, shocked by Amy's outburst. "Amy, what–"

"Aiko?! Really? Of all people?"

Kamilah stared at Amy, looking genuinely confused. "What's wrong with Aiko?"

"What do you mean what's–" Amy rubbed her temples. "Well, for starters, she's only madly in love with you, and you have all this history–

All of a sudden, Kamilah started laughing.

"–are you seriously laughing right now?!"

"Sorry. You're just too cute when you're jealous."

"It's not funny!"

Kamilah raised her eyebrow. "If I remember correctly, you're the one who suggested an open relationship."

"But we had a rule! No feelings remember?!"

"I don't have any feelings for Aiko."

"But she obviously has feelings for you!"

"And how can I be sure that the girls you're seeing doesn't have feelings for you?"

"I..." Amy didn't know how to answer that, so instead, she let her head hang down. "I don't know," she murmured.

A few seconds later, she felt Kamilah wrapped her arms around her, pulling her into a hug.

Amy melted into the hug as hot tears prickled her eyes. "I don't want this anymore, Kamilah. Let's go back to the way things were. Just you and me."

When Amy pulled away, Kamilah's eyes were filled with desire, with hunger. And when their lips touched, it arose something between them. The passion that was once lost was flowing in waves–each touch, each moan, each sensation filling every inch of their bodies until the world dissolved around them; it was just her and Kamilah at that moment. Kamilah pushed Amy roughly against the wall, her fangs digging into Amy's lower lip until she tasted blood, earning a deep moan from her. In response, Amy slipped her hands inside Kamilah's shirt, digging her nails against her back until they bruised–the pain intensifying all other sensations until it became too much for both of them.

"Wow, that was..." Amy said between breaths when they pulled apart.

When they recovered, Kamilah looked at Amy intently and then said something so unexpected that Amy wasn't sure if she heard it right.

"When we get home, let's start packing our bags."

Amy blinked in confusion. "W–what? Where are we going?"

"Somewhere. Everywhere." Kamilah's brown eyes glowed with eagerness replacing the calm glint that Amy had been accustomed to for the past decades. "There are still so many places I want you to see, experiences I want you to have." Kamilah's voice then grew softer, almost shy. "After all the running around, building a home with someone I love, it was like a dream that I never thought could ever be fulfilled, even in an eternity. So when I had that with you, I became comfortable, too comfortable, that I deprived you of the worldly pleasures that you could have enjoyed. And I'm sorry for that."

"You didn't do–"

"No, let me finish." Kamilah took Amy's hand in hers. "You're my home, Amy. No matter where we are, that dream had already come true." Kamilah raised Amy's hand to her lips and kissed her knuckle. "So... what do you say?" Kamilah was smiling hopefully at Amy, the corner of her eyes crinkling in adoration.

Amy nodded enthusiastically, beaming, and pulled her wife into a bone-crushing hug. "Yes! I'd love to."

Kamilah buried her face against Amy's hair and hummed in appreciation. "You deserve the world, my Queen. And I intend to give it to you."

[prose-for-hire]

Guardian of the lost soul

Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: if what the reader dress as an angel (kinda like Supernatural angels) and she finds the scoobies gang  in the haunted house with the costumes magically change them. (you know the episode ^-^)  only this time , Spike sees her wings and in angel terms that's a soulmate.

Requested by: @everlastingartist​

A/N: Kind of a soulmate au I think? I am not familiar with the Supernatural angels (yet - I plan on actually watching it soon) I did google them and I’m still none the wiser lol. So this is my own interpretation of what was requested! I chose a guardian angel, and twisted it in my own way. It is very made up but that’s what I’m here to do!

Also I mashed up two Halloween episodes together for this one but Spike doesn’t have a chip. Not even a soul. But he finds his soulmate.🖤🦇

You loved Halloween in Sunnydale, it never disappointed. The pumpkins were freshly carved, there was candy everywhere you turned and kids really did love dressing up and making a nuisance of themselves. Even when you were running for your life the mood always picked up somewhere after midnight. And hey, being friends with a very protective Slayer had its benefits.

You were basically skipping around the streets, you were excited about going to the haunted house. You had tried to convince Willow, along with buffy to take the ghost costume off but she flat out refused. Even when you begged all the way to the party. You wanted to get to the end so you could join the party with your friends and you waited briefly for everyone to show up so you could enter together. While you and Willow waited outside, a figure in a dark cloak pushed past you. There was something about them that you recognised but they muttered some insult at you for being in their way so you decided to just ignore them. Eventually, everyone arrived and you were able 

You had chosen to dress as an angel. A guardian angel. Not the stereotypical kind, one you had read of in some of Giles’ thick mythology books. You had been bored and the passages had been surprisingly interesting in an I’m-so-bored-I’d-read-the-back-of-a-cereal-packet kind of way. It spoke of the kinds of angels, of the truth about how they operate rather than those spoken of in popular culture. Some of your costume was white however as you wanted people to at least recognise what you had come as (although nobody except Willow had got it). 

You went through the various rooms together and had a laugh at some of the more ridiculous spooks in the house. There had been a slight tension a few words exchanged but mostly you were having a nice time. Everyone was squabbling over which way to go next and you had lost interest, managing to break away from the others.

As you did this, you saw the hooded figure again. You were sure you recognised the flashes you had seen of the person’s face. You left your friends for a moment to tap them on the shoulder and who should turn to face you but the big bad of the moment. Spike. You hadn’t faced him alone yet but he had always singled you out when you were with the others. The conversation always turned suggestive, which annoyed Buffy to no end and made you try to hide yourself when you were with the others.

You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t love the attention though. Hope that he would catch your eye. You longed for even a moment alone with him, although you were well aware of the danger. You couldn’t help like him but there was no way you would ever admit that to your friends. 

“What’re you doing here?” You asked, trying to suppress a smile.

“Thought I’d drop by… see what tasty… treats Halloween has to offer” He closed the space between you as his voice became a little huskier with every step. His hand was on the wall, palm flat against it. His arm blocking you in as he slowly scanned your body before returning to your face.

“What has the devil got in store for you this Halloween do you reckon pet?” He asked, the smirk audible in his voice, “Somethin’ naughty no doubt…” He added, biting his lip teasingly.

“I’m an angel. Always preferred them anyway” You shrugged. It had been a very low blow and when you saw his expression darkening into anger rather than lust, you backtracked – knowing better than to get him mad, “To the devil, I mean”

“Bollocks – where are the wings? The halo? And you’re not foolin’ anyone wearing that white-” he gestured wildly to the corresponding area where each item should have been with the hand that wasn’t leaning against the wall. You smiled, about to respond when someone interrupted.

“Spike!” Buffy shouted, having turned to find you in the haunted house. She was relieved to see you (as she had lost the others) but she was not pleased to see the vampire that still had you boxed in, pressed pretty close against you.

Buffy made light work of hauling him away and trying to throw him out of the house completely. She tried to find the front door but it had gone. You were now aware you were trapped inside this now truly haunted house. No, it was worse. It had turned into a murder house as half the student body upstairs had started to scare themselves to death almost before the real threat had.

Everyone was rushing past you and as Spike smelled fresh blood, he ran in the opposite direction to where the others were coming from, straight into the carnage. His stomach was rumbling and he was ready for a decent meal.

Everything was going on at once and you wanted it to slow down, or at least give you chance for a breather. There were too many threats at play tonight. As if the powers had requested it this way, a busy scene of threat and revelations for their own personal enjoyment. 

As you tried again and again to leave and to help find the others, things started to get worse. You had now lost Buffy and were trying to find her by (you guessed it) calling out her name which was the best way to attract anything other than good luck. You had to fight off some cobwebs and now, your own body it seemed. You were hurting, doubled over. Something was happening. You sunk to your knees, grimacing. Nothing was going your way. 

It was a strange night. The strangest Halloween you had experienced. The others were lost and at the same moment, Willow turned into a real ghost. Xander a real soldier and Buffy was now a genuine high society lady from the 1700s. It was spooky and not in a cute way.

You had managed to get to your feet, pulling on the cobwebs as they attacked your head again. As you looked down checking you had removed any stray webbing, you saw that you were glowing. Literally. You appeared human still - no wings or halos but there was a strange feeling that you had aged hundreds of years in just a few seconds. Not in appearance, that was still your skin and your face. But in knowledge. As if you had read every book known to man and then some. You felt powerful. Strange.

You walked around, able to know what was happening in every room. You managed to get places just by thinking about it. Able to protect people before they succumbed to the terrors the house had in store. You didn’t know how this was happening, but you knew better than to question it.

You had hope. You had a purpose and you were getting used to adapting to different people and their needs. That was until it came to something you needed. You turned and saw your friends through a two way mirror. They had all found each other but you couldn’t get to them. They were trying to remember who they were and come up with a plan. You started to panic, banging your fist on the mirror that you could see them through but they didn’t hear you. You hurriedly left through a side door to try and get to them seeing as your previous power wasn’t working. But you never made it to your friends. You had walked straight into someone. The one someone that you always managed to find, no matter what.

Spike had appeared. He seemed the same except... was that a heart beat? You frowned as he stepped towards you, the swagger still in tact.

 “You listened to me then, pet? About time” He muttered as you looked at him confused. You didn’t understand. You looked around for some kind of clue until he spoke again, “The wings. You put ‘em on. Knew it would complete the look… not that you need to be wearing any more clothin’ items” He added, the trademark smirk on his face as he almost prowled towards you further.

“I’m not wearing any wings…” You said slowly as he came to stand right in front of you, leaving not so much as room to breath between you. He frowned, and looked behind you before looking back into your eyes. He could see the wings as clear as anything. They had a large wingspan, it was kind of impossible to miss. He reached out the touch them and you felt his fingers. You frowned, checking behind you. There they were, bat-like rather than the feathered kind you had expected and almost translucent whilst appearing closer to your skin tone. He found them aesthetically very appealing. Almost as if it were a part of you. He just stared, almost in awe as he felt they were warm the texture as soft as your skin.

 It came to you suddenly. The folklore you had been researching. The mythology. The only one that may see the wings of the angel is their soulmate. Their one eternal love. It was said that every angel had a soulmate and that no matter how long they lived, they should find their soul no matter how seemingly impossible. No matter how many times they were lost, they would always be found. And you had found yours. Your love.

You and Spike had been less than useless during the fight to escape the haunted house and regain your own lives back. You were perfectly happy right here. Locked in each others gaze. A happiness neither of you had felt before until this moment. Until this revelation. You had been sharing. Talking so easily to one another. Him telling you stories of his past, and you surprising yourself with stories of your own. Ones that could match his. You felt an entrenched need to protect him. To hold you into him so that no harm could ever befall him. 

The chaos going on around you was now secondary to your story. You holed up in a room together, Spike never looking away from you. The guardian angel in you was screaming for you to help the others again, but your heart was set on him. On relearning of your love. You had faith in your friends abilities anyway.

He leaned in, his thumb trailing your face and lingering near your lips. He had thought about this for so long. His usual crude quips had been founded in truth. Forged to both show how he felt and camouflage them at the same time. He felt for you so deeply his soul had made an unwitting appearance back into his life. Whenever you were around his heart felt as if it may break free from his ribcage in the hopes of greeting yours.

You closed your eyes as he did, the build up to this kiss achingly slow. You could feel his breath on his face he was so close. His touch was warm and familiar, his lips made for yours. You could feel it. The anticipation almost became too much as he finally grazed your lips.

But, just as suddenly as it was cast, the spell broke. The feeling of danger returned to your gut as you were in Spike’s presence. Your kiss never deepening. Your stomach flipping as you snapped opened your eyes. Spike’s vampire instincts kicked back in and it was resoundingly telling him that he was hungry. Your scent was so enticing to him, his face changed of its own accord. His fangs so close to you but you knew he wouldn’t kill you. You knew it as if it were fact. As if it were gravity or the colour of the sky being blue. Spike loved you and wouldn’t harm you. They were each true sentences, you had never been so sure.

Buffy, however, now fresh from being bound in the sensibilities of a woman with no aspirations other than to be pretty was ready for a fight. She had fought to escape the haunted house and now she would fight the nearest big bad in sight. Spike. She wrenched him from your neck.

But when he drew back, he had the same look in his eye as he had only moments before. Your soulmate was still right here in front of you, there was nobody that could convince you otherwise. And believe me, Spike really tried since then.

Buffy and Spike traded blows. Neither became victorious, but you were able to leave the house and Giles had somehow managed to force Ethan Rayne into reversing the curse he had put on your costumes. 

After that long Halloween night, your mind barely stopped thinking about him. Sometimes you walked around after dark to see if he would come along and pretend to eat you as an excuse to just talk to you. He often wished to find an excuse to see you. Without knowing what it was, he felt it too. Deep within. Stronger since Halloween night. Sometimes he found himself standing around in places he knew you would frequent just so he could watch you. Catch a glimpse of you. Although, he had been doing this before Halloween as well.

You remembered so much more than that night, however. Memories that should have been long since buried of you and Spike finding each other over and over in other places and times still lingered as you wished his thumb still would along your jaw. You still remembered those memories and you wrote them all down before you could forget. They were like dreams, something you knew so well but struggled to recall in enough detail to satisfy.

You would forever carry a piece of his soul around with you now. That feeling just couldn’t go away, you wouldn’t let it. It was as if his soul were a locket hung around your neck. You would guard it with your life. Keep it close to your heart. 

He would come back to you, you were sure of it and you were happy to wait until that day came.

[spookyc]

i'm kind of interesting in your cryptid au - what type of monster is each character?

Glad you asked and I'll be happy to answer! I'll also try to explain why I chose each cryptid for each character.

Alright let's start with our protagonist, Hajime, this one is pretty simple, he is a shapeshifter. This is one is pretty self explanatory, as it's meant to represent Izuru possessing every talent where as here Izuru has the ability to possess the forms of his fellow freakshows. He is one of the most anticipated acts in the freakshow, but constantly transforming his body everyday for the audience does a number on his psyche, eventually bringing Izuru out.

Nagito: As I revealed in an earlier post, was a vampire. I chose this due to his general appearance and also his condition of being sickly. I also chose it to form an interesting dynamic for Nagito. See, as a vampire, Nagito needs to drink blood but a vampire's powers increase when they are hungry, so hope's peak intentionally starves him for his shows. So, nagito grows more unhinged from starvation, and starts thinking of feeding off the freakshows. But he still has his hope complex and worships the freakshows. So he's caught in a struggle of his body and his will.

Chiaki: Now she isn't exactly a cryptid but I like what I decided for her. So she's a TV head, which I chose due to her gaming fixation but also because she was an AI, which is sort of the same here, albeit more of a kiibo situation where she is an AI in a physical body. Her shows aren't as elaborate as the others, mostly consisting of her showing emotions through the swapping of channels and playing videos games in her mind which is portrayed on her TV screen. She doesn't have as severe issues as some of the others but she faces her own problems as an AI among humans.

Ultimate Imposter: Simple enough, he's a doppelganger. This is of course referring to him being the ultimate imposter, the only real change being that his true form is that of a gray amorphous blob. His shows consist of him copying the other freakshows, though it differs from Hajime tho, as UI can only morph into people and is restricted to morphing into those he knows whereas Hajime can shapeshift into anything, even things he has not seen.

Teruteru: So, quite an odd choice, but one I'm quite pleased with. So Teruteru is a basan, or a japanese fire-breathing chicken. As for a human form, he doesn't have one, he's just a fire-breathing chicken who's a great cook, the jokes make themselves. He's still a perve but less so simply due to most of the forms the freakshows take, only really having his eye on Peko and Sonia who are both very capable of killing him with a single strike so he keeps his cards to his chest as it were. His acts of course consist of feats of fire breathing and dual acts with akane.

Peko, my beloved: So Peko is a gorgon, in the sense that she has the bottom half of a snake. I chose this because Peko reminds of a snake in the best way possible. She's fierce and mysterious with piercing eyes that cut through your soul. As for abilities, she does possess the stone vision of gorgons, but she can control when she uses it, and she doesn't like having to use it. Just because she doesn't use her stone vision doesn't mean she should be underestimated tho, she still is a pro swordswoman and is arguably more adept than she would have been with legs. She has a dual act with Fuyuhiko, more specifically an arena type duel. Of course they don't fight to the death but any injury they sustain is fair game. Peko of course always objects to this but pushing hope's peaks buttons risks detainment for a freakshow, ultimately, she doesn't have a choice.

Mahiru: Okay so, she was really hard but I decided on making her a nymph. This is because I imagined that being able to blend with nature would be able to help capture people in their most natural state, in regards to her photography of course. Her acts are also not the most eventful, just her blending with different natural surroundings. That's honestly about it, wish I had more but Mahiru has always been a blank slate for me.

Ibuki: Ibuki! So, ibuki is a Siren, this is pretty obvious, as I chose this due to her being the ultimate musician. However, I do have an interesting dynamic with her and her ability. So, since sirens usually have melodious voices and show their victims what they desire most, I wanted to flip that on its head. So, since Ibuki doesn't exactly have a melodious voice, (a great voice, yes but not melodious nonetheless) her power doesn't show those what they desire but instead their deepest fears. This causes Ibuki to hide her singing, excluding her acts, and to grow self-conscious of her aspiration for music. Her acts consist mostly of water tricks and of course her singing, which audience members say they get a thrill and a since of comfort being able to face their deepest fear. Ibuki thinks differently, wanting her music to encourage and inspire people rather than send fear through them. And that is her central conflict throughout this au, which I'll end off here for sake of brevity.

Hiyoko: Pretty pleased with what I decided for her. So Hiyoko is a kitsune, I chose this because of her noble lineage and I think the kitsune is a pretty noble animal, despite having some cursed elements. She was still forced into the whole dancing thing, which she mixes between her human and fox form. But, her mischievous nature fits that of the kitsune as she's still her normal abrasive self. She tries staying out of her fox form as much as possible as it reminds her of her lineage that she hates but she of course has to transform into it for her acts. These consist of fire tricks as well as a showcase of mastery swapping between forms.

Mikan: Alright so Mikan's is kinda wild but stay with me. So Mikan is a lich and here's why. So I chose this for her because I know I wanted her to be undead, because she would constantly have to patch herself up. Decided on a lich to give an air to her that something isn't quite right, that she holds more power that she let's on and simply doesn't express it. Also I have some extremely dark reasons as to how she became a lich but I won't get into that here for brevity's sake.

Nekomaru: So Nekomaru's pretty fun, he's a minotaur mainly just because I think it fits him, and he definitely gives off jovial bull vibes. Despite his appearance he still has his joyful personality and still takes pride in his talent of team leader. His acts consist of feats of strength primarily, nothing much besides that.

Gundham: So Gundman is an imp, because he definitely deserves to be a demon but he's gonna be the lowest demon there is. Cause I still want to emphasize his whole "overlord complex" despite him just being an imp. He does still have his hamsters and he takes very good care of them, the four dark devas live a fulfilling life even if their master doesn't. Gundham can perform some lesser demon abilities like changing his appearance, in terms of pigment, small fire control, and flight. Of which he showcases in his acts. Even tho he's just an mere imp he is the Supreme Overlord of Ice and he will not accept any other titles.

Fuyuhiko: Finally! We have arrived at the boy, Fuyuhiko. So, Fuyuhiko is a werewolf, because he's an angsty boy and because I like werewolves. The story plays out much the same way as before, though Peko was assigned not just to protect Fuyuhiko but also to protect him from himself. His acts consist of arena battles with Peko, of which he always intentionally loses. He's able to transform each day to a drug they inject in him before every match that forces a transformation. These drugs make him agitated and irritable, more so than usual and also causes him extreme mood swings. Even if sometimes he wishes he could be detained, he stays for Peko. He knows she wouldn't forgive herself if he was taken away, regardless of her involvement, so he stays in this condition. It isn't all bad tho, spending time with Peko outside of the area isn't so bad. He also is often found hanging out with Kazuichi, who Fuyuhiko refers to as a "fucking moron" and yet still hangs out with him most days. They've formed an unlikely friendship that the two cherish even if Fuyuhiko won't admit it. He also has a pretty good relationship with Ibuki, her being Peko's girlfriend and all.

Kazuichi: Okay, Kazuichi, so Kazuichi is a gargoyle and man how I got there is a story. So I wanted Kazuichi to be something constructed, something manmade in a way so that he could rebuild himself as well as other things. So orginally he was a golem but I just couldn't vibe with that so I ended up settling with a gargoyle. I do think it fits him in a way, not sure how, but it suits him imo. So he's got the standard gargoyle abilities, he's got wings and can fly and can also change into his stone form at will. He prefers to sleep in this form, and he often turns into this form when scared which is often. His acts consist flying around the stage and testing the endurance of his stone skin. He also has a close relationship with Fuyuhiko and of course Sonia, though he doesn't see her as often as he would like.

Sonia: So, Sonia's is very different but I really like it. So she is a basilisk, not the serpent one but the more giant chicken with a serpent tail. Her cryptid form is one that affects her in and out of her form, and both are just as deadly. So since she's a basilisk, she has lethal vision and this is active in and out of her form. So she walks around with a blindfold on, and she has yet to see any of the her fellow freakshow's faces. She also is kept within her enclosure at almost all times, she's only let out about twice a day and these outings don't last long. In her basilisk form she easily stands 20-feet tall, with a wingspan of 25 feet, her feets are huge and equipped with deadly talons. From her beak she leaks venom that is capable of causing a limb to be amputated with a single drop. Not as lethal as her vision, but enough would easily be able to cause death. She doesn't perform, merely has visitors come and visit her in her basilisk form. She's very lonely, wishing with every part of her that she wasn't cursed with her form, but she does appreciate the visitors she gets. Chiaki and Akane often come to visit her, Kazuichi also comes by often, Fuyuhiko having to drag him off when he's overstayed his welcome. She holds on to her friendships, as it's all she really has.

Lastly we have Akane, so I decided on making Akane a dragon. For one dragons are known to have a voracious appetite, and two, Nekomaru in the main story talks about Akane having untapped potential, which I think would fit her as a dragon. Yeah, so contrary to Hiyoko, Akane primarily stays in her dragon form, even when just walking around the freakshow traveling caravan. She's not a huge dragon as she still isn't fully grown, so she's only slightly bigger than the average person. This is partially her just preferring her dragon form, (doesn't have to wear clothes, can fly, can eat more), but it's also because if she's a dragon no one can objectify her. She doesn't have to deal with the male gaze if she's a dragon and she quite likes it that way. Her acts consist of typical dragon shit, flying, feats of strength and a dual act with teruteru for fire breathing, (she can't breathe fire herself so she places teruteru in her mouth like a mama croc does with her babies and he does all the work. Before you say anything, teruteru actually doesn't get any perseve enjoyment out of this, or at least he doesn't anymore, just gets an excuse to take a bath).

And that's about it! Had a lot of fun coming up with these guys and I do have a story in mind for them if you'd like to hear. I also will answer that ask about the talentswap, I know it's been a while and I apologize for that but I have an excuse to work on it now so I'll get to that. Thanks for the ask!

[lynettethemadscientist]

MysMe Fantasy AU

SPOILER WARNING: these character backstories include lots of canon details.

Centaur!V

A majestic and proud race, the centaurs characterize themselves as first and foremost, practical. Their prudence is their strength. However, although Jihyun Kim’s father is a centaur, his mother was a dryad.

The dryads, unlike centaurs, are more emotionally-driven and free-spirited. V’s father chose V’s mother because of her artistic prowess and high reputation. Unfortunately, the process of birthing a centaur child from a dryad womb severely injured V’s mother and ensured that she could never pursue her artistry again. Because of this, V’s father abandoned her and took her child, believing her to be useless.

Eventually, V’s mother found a way to reconnect with her son. V then found himself torn between two worlds. His father raised him to deny his dryad heritage and live a pragmatic, business-minded life. But his mother understood his soul’s desire to express itself through art.

Sadly, before V could fully come to realize who he was and how to reconcile his two conflicting natures, his mother perished in a fire, saving his life in the process.

V distanced himself from his father and pursued his art, but he felt empty and without purpose.

When he met Rika, he thought at last he had found what he was looking for.

Naga!Rika

The serpentine race is resented among most other races, as they are a natural predator for most of them. While most naga children are insulated from the negative effects of societal rejection due to strong familial bonds, Rika had no such advantage. Her adoptive parents hated and abused her. And she was resented and mistreated by all who met her.

As she grew older, she learned to use her hypnotic gaze and seductive charm to conceal her predatory aura and become an almost magnetic presence to those around her.

But the damage had already been done. Her mask enabled her to make friends, but it could not scrub away the festering darkness that would warp her mind.

Furthermore, she couldn’t help but realize that no one truly loved her, they only loved how she presented herself.

When she met V, she thought at last she had found what she was looking for.

Drider!Luciel

Like nagas, the drider race is also commonly hated due to their predatory disposition. Saeyoung Choi, along with his twin brother Saeran, were the result of a politician impregnating a drider. Not wanting anyone to know about his scandalous tryst, he intended to murder his children, but their mother kept them from his reach. She gouged money from their father in exchange for her silence. And she harshly abused her children.

Unlike his brother, Saeyoung was permitted by their alcoholic mother to go outside on errands. He started attending a local church. Not long after, a centaur and a naga approached the drider child, warning him of a strange man that appeared to be spying on him.

Luciel was slow to trust the couple but he was grateful for their warning as he knew the strange man must have been sent by his father. V and Rika ensured that no one followed the child home. Additionally, Rika noticed Luciel’s malnourishment and began sending food home with him, which he would promptly give to his twin brother.

Eventually, Luciel would come to tell V and Rika about his and his brother’s predicament.

In an attempt to remove him and his brother from their parents’ grasp, V instructed Luciel to study coding. He had connections to an espionage agency that would be able to hide Luciel’s identity and make use of his arachnid attributes. Unfortunately, entering the agency meant that Luciel would have to sever all personal connections.

At first, Luciel refused, not wanting to be separated from his twin. He only agreed after V promised him that he would rescue his brother and assured him that it was the only way to keep the two of them safe from their father.

Luciel would spend the next several years working only to survive and to keep his brother safe, completely unaware that V had failed to keep his promise.

Drider!Saeran

Because Saeran was never allowed to leave his home, he was faced with constant verbal and physical abuse from his mother. As a result, his exoskeleton was unnaturally frail and he felt useless and weak compared to his brother.

When his mother was particularly vindictive, she would tear off one of his legs and he would have to wait months until his next molt to get it back.

Saeran felt hopeless and miserable. The only thing keeping him going was his brother and the promise he made that someday they would escape that house together.

When Saeyoung didn’t come home one day, Saeran fell into despair and their mother punished him severely, beating and starving him nearly to death.

Saeran endured two more months in that house, believing his brother was dead and soon he would be too, before V and Rika finally arrived. They were appalled at the sight of him. He had only 5 legs left. He could hardly stand and his throat was so dry he could barely speak.

Eventually, the couple managed to wrest the child away from his mother and take him to live with them.

Unbeknownst to V, Rika began to prey on Saeran’s frailty and insecurity. She wanted to use Saeran to build a haven for those like them. She believed that the outcasts and the abused were unable to survive in normal society. And she wished to encourage those who followed her to embrace their predatory natures, to let their fear and anger become a vengeful passion. She wished to give them purpose and happiness. And she would do so by force if necessary.

Vampire!Jumin

The vampires are a legacy race, usually heading large business empires that have existed for centuries. When a vampire chooses to retire from his position, it is passed down to his chosen heir. This heir may or may not be related by blood, but they are always related by bite. The most traditional of the vampire patriarchs establish an heir by taking a human wife and producing children. The wife is turned after the desired amount of offspring are born. Those who choose not to take a human wife instead choose a human apprentice. When the apprentice or child has proven himself to be a worthy heir, they are turned by their sire.

Jumin Han has already been turned, but his mother never was. In fact, his father divorced her and over the course of even a few decades has chosen many other human women to be his mate. None of them lasted very long.

Though Jumin did maintain a good relationship with his father, he resolved to never be a victim of fickle emotions like him. He isolates his heart against others, preferring to stifle his emotions and focus on his work.

His only respite from his emotional repression is his beloved cat, which was a gift from V, his childhood friend, and Rika.

Faery!Jaehee

Not much is known about the faery race. They remain an ominous presence to beings bound to the physical realm. The nature of these ethereal beings seems to range from ambivalent to malicious.

Jaehee Kang was a changeling. Her parents resented the replacement of their human daughter but raised Jaehee as a human anyways.

Jaehee grew up determined to establish herself as a proper member of society, despite her fae lineage. She excelled in her studies and was always a very distinguished hard-worker.

Jumin Han took note of her diligence, but his primary reason for choosing her as his secretary was that she wasn’t human and thus would not fall under the lecherous eye of his father.

When she was in high school she relaxed by hiking. Being in the mountains felt far more natural to her than being around other people. But after she entered college, she took a chance on watching a local production of a musical play. She quickly became entranced by the actor Zen. He was surpassingly beautiful and graceful. And the tenor of his voice as he sang touched her soul in a way that she had yet to experience. He was nothing less than enchanting to her. His performances felt like a glimpse of her true home.

Werewolf!Zen

Similar to vampires, werewolves characterize themselves by their family legacies. However, werewolves are more frequently tradesman, often priding themselves on their physical prowess or craftsmanship.

There are usually 4-6 pups in each litter, and each pup is expected to learn the trade of their mother or father from an early age. By the time they reach age 14, they are productive member of the family business.

Hyun Ryu was born in a litter of only two, so a lot was expected of him and his brother. Hyun’s brother adjusted easily into his role, but Hyun did not.

Hyun was an exceptionally beautiful child. His mother, fearing that he would pursue a career in entertainment, verbally abused him. She often called him ugly and chided him for his appearance.

Hyun found himself entirely disinterested in his family’s trade, and instead preferred to hone his singing skills or practice acting. When his parents demanded that he abandon these pursuits, he ran away from home.

Zen was barely able to make ends meet at first, taking on multiple small roles and at times resorting to the use of his wolf-form to intimidate people for money. But eventually his talents became more recognized and he was able to land larger roles.

Rika dearly loved Zen’s performances and hoped to further his career by establishing connections for him through the RFA. Zen was wary of her at first, but after V saved Zen from a nearly fatal motorcycle accident, Zen decided to join. Thankfully, there was no lasting damage from the crash due to Zen’s lycanthropy.

Merman!Yoosung

The merpeople have a particularly individualistic culture, usually encouraging their young ones to pursue whatever futures they desire and expecting them to be independent at a relatively early age. They do have their own schools, but their fry often attend schools on the surface, as it opens more career opportunities and proficiency on two legs is considered a desirable skill for merpeople to learn.

Yoosung Kim started his schooling on the surface later than most. He didn’t even touch dry land until high school. He had a lot of trouble adjusting and felt rather unsteady and aimless until he met his adoptive cousin Rika. She guided him in the ways of the land and taught him the importance of building relationships with others.

Upon hearing of Rika’s suicide, Yoosung fell into despair and disbelief. Yoosung relied on Rika a lot and the news of her death was extremely devastating for him. She was his mentor, his motivation, and his only real friend. And she was gone. Eventually Yoosung would fall into depression, unable to even attend his college classes even though he had been a star student in high school.

[vampiregirl1797]

Long Time, Time to See

Jasper Hale x Reader

 GIF Not Mine

 Warnings: a little fluffy, not my fluffiest.

 Word Count: 6,556

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 Summary: Y/N is a vampire that the Olympic Coven first crossed paths with after Carlisle created Rosalie. Intrigued by their choice to live by the same lifestyle choice, she stuck around for a decade, but eventually left to do some travelling on her own. Of course, she dropped in on them over the years, and over the visits a bond was formed between her and the Cullen’s—she came to see them as family. Despite her intense love for all five of them, she was closest with Edward, though she didn’t see him as family. Edward became best friend to her—though both agreed that term was pathetic in fully describing the connection they shared. While they were platonic for the most part, neither had qualms against satisfying their needs when the instinct arose, and it worked well for them because neither attempted to make it something more than it was. It’s been a while since she’s paid the coven a visit, so long in fact that she is unaware that the coven has two new members. How will she and a certain blonde vampire react when they discover that they’re mates?

 I didn’t realise how long it had been until I really stopped and thought about the last time I’d seen them. Time moves so quickly when you become a vampire that you just get used to it, it becomes meaningless because it has no affect on you—you don’t age, your friends don’t age, so what’s the point in keeping track? You have all the time in the world to see whatever you wish to see, and if your friends and family are also immortal then the same principle applies. Fifty years could pass since you’ve seen the coven you call family and it can feel like it’s only been a week.

 And it did. It only felt like a month ago when I was last with Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett and Edward. It had been just after Rose had bought the curly haired boy to the blonde vampire, begging for him to be turned into one of us. I’d stayed for about a decade after that and remembered being happy as I observed the way Rosalie lit up for the first time in her immortal life—how she finally embraced the second chance she’d been given and started living again. It had been a relief for everyone—especially Edward, I remembered with a snort; Carlisle had been trying to subtly push his oldest and newest creation together for years at that point. The Doctor was wonderful at many things, but matchmaking was most definitely not one of his strengths.  

I’d eventually left them again at the end of fall in 1945, claiming that I wanted to see New York in winter. It had been a lie and it was something I often did. Even though I loved them all as family and I was sure they returned the favour, I worried about overstaying my welcome, and so I forced myself to leave before they could ask. I didn’t usually stay away for long, certainly not over sixty years, but like I said it was easy for time to pass by when you were a vampire. As soon as I’d become aware of how many years had actually passed, I booked myself a flight from London to Washington—just because I hadn’t seen them face to face, I’d still kept in touch via letters. They liked to joke that I was stuck in the nineteenth century due to my preferred method of communication, but I didn’t care—writing letters felt more intimate to me. In Edward’s last letter he mentioned that his family were living in a small town known as Forks in Washington—I’d been there the last time they’d settled in that particular town. As I drove my rented car to their house I idly wondered if there were still any werewolves around for them to keep the treaty with. I supposed I’d have my answer soon enough.

 I felt a sense of familiarity wash over me as I passed the “Welcome to Forks” sign and I sensed a wave of security wrap around me like a soft blanket as I caught the familiar sent that would lead me to my family. I’d truly missed them, and I swore right there and then that I wouldn’t let so much time pass without visiting again.

 It didn’t take me long to reach the familiar but updated mansion in the middle of the woods—beside some modern improvements it hadn’t changed much and as I stepped out of the vehicle I’d rented I couldn’t help but grin at the memories that washed over me. Teaching Emmett how to hunt. Helping him wrestle with Edward. Shopping trips with Esme and Rose. Playing piano with Edward. Reading with Carlisle.

 A happy sigh fell from my lips as I gracefully slung my bag over my shoulder and made my way up the concrete steps. I was about to knock, because even though I knew I was always welcome here I could sense several scents I couldn’t recognise and I didn’t want to alarm anyone, but a rustle of wind caused me to whip around. A grin grew on my face and I dropped my bag by the door before taking off at full speed, following the scent that was so familiar and comforting despite so much time apart. I knew he’d be able to hear my thoughts with more clarity the closer I got, and I thought about manipulating my shield so that I could shock him. But another scent had me thinking better of it—it smelled like he was with a human? I couldn’t be sure because the two scents were so entwined together, but I thought the element of surprise wouldn’t be best if he were with someone I could potentially send into cardiac arrest.

 I slowed when I reached the familiar meadow, and I had about two seconds to see him lying next to a very human girl surrounded by grass and flowers before I was suddenly on the ground.

 ‘Edward!’ It meant to come out as a reprimand, but that was difficult when I was so happy to see him.

 ‘Y/N!’ He mimicked my tone, pulling me up from the floor and into a fierce hug that I returned with the same enthusiasm, ‘what are you doing here?’

 ‘I can’t stop by to visit my favourite people?’ I gasped, a mock-offended expression forming on my face but it fell into mirth when he rolled his eyes.

 ‘Of course you can, you just usually give notice.’ He pointed out, winding an arm around my shoulders as we started to walk. I realised he’d flashed me about fifty feet from the meadow before he’d tackled me and I idly wondered why.

 ‘I didn’t want to scare Bella.’ He answered my thoughts, ‘she knows what I am, but she’s not met other vampires outside of my family before.’

 ‘Ah, you’re scared I’m going to bite her.’ I nodded, winking to let him know I was jesting when he looked concerned that I’d taken offence, ‘so you have a girlfriend. I’ll take it that means sex is off the table this time, huh?’

 He gave me a look that made me chuckle and after a moment, he joined in.

 ‘I guess I’ll leave then.’ I sighed, shaking my head in faux disappointment, ‘I only came for a good roll in the sack.’

 He playfully shoved me away, laughter on his expression that I’m sure was mirrored in mine.

 ‘Stop.’ His tone was still light but a seriousness entered his eyes as we approached the edge of the clearing, ‘I haven’t told Bella about you yet, and I don’t want her to get the wrong idea before I’ve had a chance to explain.’

 ‘It’s not much to explain.’ I shrugged, crossing my arms over my chest, ‘I’m your best friend that you have sex with sometimes.’

 His expression became exasperated, ��I’m not sure she would understand or be satisfied with that explanation.’

 ‘She should be. I mean, I love you Edward, but I’ve never loved you that way, and neither have you, which is why the whole casual sex thing between us worked so well. We both knew it wasn’t anything more than satisfying our own urges, and it didn’t change anything in our friendship.’ I said, curiously looking over towards the brunette who was patiently waiting for him in the centre of the meadow, the sunlight hitting her face and highlighting the flush on her cheeks.

 ‘You’re right, I just don’t know how she’ll take that,’ he sighed, tucking his hands into the pockets of the tan leather jacket he was wearing.

 ‘Well… you don’t have to tell her, I suppose, but then you run the risk of Emmett or Rose making a snide comment around her when they realise I’m back.’ I pursed my lips as I thought it over, ‘you know how they like to tease you, and I’d imagine now you have a girlfriend she would be the perfect pressure point to get your blood boiling. I mean that metaphorically of course.’ I flashed him a grin that he reluctantly returned, ‘I’d be honest with her, Ed. If she finds out somewhere else, it’ll do more damage in the long run—she’ll think you didn’t say anything because it meant more to you than it did blah blah blah. Just be open about it.’

 ‘You’re right.’ His smile was soft then as he pulled me in for another hug and murmured, ‘I missed you. Don’t stay away so long, okay?’

 ‘I’m sorry about that, I don’t know where those decades went.’ I shook my head in disbelief as I pulled away, ‘but it won’t happen again, I promise. Now go back to your girl, she’s getting impatient.’ I gestured over to where she was now pacing, ‘I’ll let you introduce me after you’ve given her the information.’

 ‘Thanks, Y/N.’

 ‘You’re welcome, darling.’ The endearment was a habit I’d picked up in London about a decade ago, and I could see the amusement shining in his eyes before he headed back to Bella.

 I turned and ran as soon as he was back to her, figuring he deserved the privacy. Plus, if he was going to tell her about me now, I’d rather not be around encase her reaction wasn’t positive. I mean I’d basically had a “friends with benefits” relationship with her boyfriend for eighty years; I couldn’t exactly blame her if that description didn’t inspire her desire to meet me.

 It didn’t take me long to get back to the house and I noted that my bag was no longer where I’d left it as I climbed the steps once again. This time I didn’t think about knocking—I figured my luggage being abandoned on their doorstep was warning enough—so I just walked in.

 ‘Carlisle? Esme?’ I said, my voice no louder than what I used in a normal conversation. I was about to call out for Rose and Emmett when my arms were suddenly full of a female blonde haired vampire.

 ‘Y/N! It’s been so long, I’ve missed you so much!’ Rose breathed into my ear as she embraced me—if I’d been human my spine would have been snapped in half at the force she was using, but I returned it tenfold, beyond happy to see her again.

 ‘I missed you too, Rose.’ I told her, a surprised squeak leaving my lips when we were both suddenly lifted. But when his scent surrounded me I laughed loudly, ‘I forgot how much of a man handling brute you are, Em.’

 ‘Wow. Back thirty seconds and you’re already pulling out the insults, Y/N?’ He shook his head, a wide grin stretching across his dimpled cheeks, ‘I’m impressed.’

 I laughed again, the sounds of two different kinds of wind chimes echoing off the walls, along with a big booming laugh that almost drowned us out.

 ‘Is that Y/N’s laugh I hear?’ Carlisle’s voice caused Emmett to release Rose and I. As soon as I was back on the ground, I was in my adopted father’s arms, ‘I know you’ve already heard it, but we’ve missed you.’

 My eyes glazed over with emotion but I hid it in Carlisle’s chest—if Emmett saw he’d never let me live it down—as I told them how I returned the sentiment in a soft voice. After a few more moments the male blonde vampire released me so that Esme could hold me as well. I’d had to really fight to keep my composure then—the two heads of the coven had become surrogate parents to me, and their embrace always made me feel at home and safe. It was a feeling I’d never experienced anywhere else in the world, and it was something I never took for granted. I appreciated them and their love more than I would ever be able to vocalise, and I was always reminded of that whenever I returned to them.

 It took a few moments before I was confident enough that I could speak without making my emotions obvious. When that time came, I pulled away from Esme, smiling when Rose linked an arm through mine and led me to the living room.

 ‘So what have I missed?’ I asked as I sat in between Rose and Em on the sofa. Carlisle and Esme squeezed together on the loveseat opposite, ‘I’ve noticed the new scents…?’ I trailed off, the question obvious in my tone—new members to the coven hadn’t come up in any of our letters.

 ‘Yes. Jasper and Alice, they found us actually.’ Carlisle smiled at my surprise, ‘Alice is gifted with visions of the future. When she was turned, she saw the life she would come to have and after picking up Jasper along her way, they found us and have been with us ever since.’

 I suspected there was more to the story than that, but I also knew that Carlisle respected everyone’s individual right to their own background. I could feel curiosity burning in my stomach but I ignored it, knowing that the male blonde vampire wouldn’t tell me anything, if I wanted answers I’d have to ask them directly. And that was fine, it was one of the things I respected about Carlisle—he understood the importance behind privacy.

 ‘That’s amazing. Where are they now?’ I wondered, more than eager to meet the new members of the coven.

 ‘They’re on a hunting trip. They should be back tomorrow morning.’ Esme smiled and I nodded in response.

 We chatted for a little while longer about where I’d been, what I’d seen and why it’d been so long since I’d been back. They seemed to understand that I hadn’t stayed away on purpose, after all they were immortal too; they knew how fickle time could be. But as we caught up I could feel anticipation bubbling up in my gut as I thought about meeting my new family members. I wondered what they would be like, how they would react at my presence—if Alice saw the future did that mean she’d seen me coming? Either way, I was half excited and half anxious over the whole prospect of the introduction. I found myself hoping Edward would be back before then—he was my best friend and he understood me better than anyone, and would therefore help me feel calmer, but I also knew he was a little preoccupied with his human. But that was okay. I was a big girl and it wasn’t like I was being asked to set myself on fire. I was just meeting new people. That’s it. But I couldn’t help but wonder—why was I so nervous?

 //

 It was reaching twilight outside when I proposed the idea of hunting. Carlisle and Esme declined as they’d already been out earlier that morning, Rosalie hadn’t but she wasn’t that thirsty, so it was just Emmett and I.

 As most things did whenever I was alone with Em, the hunting trip turned into a competition. The one with the biggest kill would be the winner and as we began I felt the swell of excitement vibrate throughout my body. I hadn’t felt this free and slightly childish since I’d left all those decades ago and it was wonderful. Due to the circumstances, the trip didn’t last very long as we both rushed to find the perfect kill. In the end, Emmett won. He managed to take down a deer that was slightly bigger than mine and he was still teasing me about it as we returned to the house.

 ‘All that time away has really turned you into a softie, huh?’ Em goaded, his hand laying across my shoulders as he squeezed me into his side, ‘too scared to take down the really big ones?’

 ‘Shut it, brute.’ I rolled my eyes, but the smile on my face told him that I wasn’t really annoyed, ‘this is the first and only time you’ll ever win against me, so I suggest you bask in this fleeting glory.’

 He threw his head back, his signature booming laugh echoing off the walls as we entered the mansion. I tried to playfully shove him away, but the force required to break his hold on me would have sent him flying through the wall and I didn’t think Esme would appreciate it. He just pulled me tighter against him and started to ruffle my hair with his other hand.

 ‘Damn it, Emmett,’ I groaned in irritation and mirth, ‘get off me you heathen!’

 I heard a few other laughs join in with Emmett’s and I assumed that meant he’d managed to drag me into the living room—I couldn’t actually see because my hair had fallen around my face like a dark curtain due to his shenanigans.

 ‘Let her go Emmett.’ Rose chuckled and I breathed a sigh of relief when he complied. I brushed my hair back to where it was supposed to be and sent her a grateful look.

 I was just about to ask where Edward was when the sound of two pairs of footsteps approaching the house reached my ears.

 ‘Sounds like they’re back,’ Esme smiled and stood from her seat on the couch to greet them.

 Carlisle came to stand beside me, a hand on my shoulder and I shot him a grateful smile when I realised he could sense my growing anxiety. My breath ceased when they entered. Alice was small and graceful; her pixie hair cut making her look like a delicate fairy rather than a deadly vampire. Here eyes were golden and the excitement shining in them answered my earlier wonderment—she had seen me coming. But it wasn’t her that made my whole body feel like it was burning in the most pleasant way possible. It wasn’t her scent that made a tidal wave wash over me, leaving behind a feeling of warmth and security. Being on the other end of her gaze didn’t make my knees feel weak and my breath quicken.

 The vampire responsible for all of these reactions was stood beside Alice, his curious golden gaze on mine. His hair was blonde, wavy and cut to just below his jawline. His skin was covered in scars, all in the shape of teeth and the different sizes indicated they were from multiple assailants rather than just one. I wanted to know the stories behind each of them, I wanted to trace them with my fingertips and erase any painful memories with my touch.

 I shook my head, shaking away my wondering thoughts—what the hell was happening? I’d never had this kind of reaction upon meeting someone new before—like a connection had instantly been formed without a word needing to be spoken. It was odd. It was crazy. I took a deep, unnecessary breath and forced a smile.

 ‘It’s nice to meet you both. I’m Y/N, but I have a feeling at least one of you already knew that,’ I teased, winking at Alice’s knowing look.

 The small girl chuckled and bounded forward, wrapping her arms around me and murmuring, ‘we’re going to be great friends, Y/N!’

 ‘I don’t doubt it.’ I assured her, my nerves dissipating momentarily in her bubbly presence.

 When she pulled away and stepped to the side I felt my nerves return as I made eye contact with Jasper. He appeared to be concentrating on something and a moment later I felt a sense of calm spread throughout my body, that only seemed to strengthen as I took in a lungful of his scent.

 ‘Nice to meet you, Y/N.’ I had to fight to keep my eyes open at the sound of his voice—it was strong, husky and carried a hint of a southern drawl that made me want to groan. How was it possible for me to be this affected by him?

 ‘Nice to meet you.’ I managed a small but sincere smile that he returned. I had to force myself to look away, lest my breath stop again because of his beauty.

 I didn’t understand what was going on, but I did know that I needed some air. I couldn’t take an inhalation without breathing in his scent and that wasn’t helping me clear my head. That was making me want to leap into his arms and never leave. I wondered if his touch would make me feel as safe as his scent did, but I banished that thought as soon as it appeared.

 ‘I’m going to get some air.’ I said, hoping they didn’t detect the tremor in my voice as I flashed out of the house without waiting for a response.

 I made my way to the meadow I’d found Edward in earlier—it was a place we’d both discovered in the five years I’d spent with the family in Forks before I’d moved on. I remembered the night we’d found it—we were supposed to be hunting, but once we wondered upon this clearing we’d both had to stop for a moment and take in the beauty of it. It had been a clear night, allowing the moon and stars to shine through. Eventually Edward decided to leave but I’d stayed and stared up at the beautiful sky until morning; I’d always found something soothing about the moon and stars.

 Unfortunately tonight was cloudy, but that was more common than clear in Forks. But I lay back anyway, my eyes fluttering closed as I appreciated the soft breeze that blew through the flowers and grass, heightening the scents of the grass and flowers around me. My stress and anxiety had sky rocketed ever since I’d left the mansion, but being here and surrounded by nature helped quell it a little. Or at least, just enough so that I could think.

 It was interesting—now that I was alone, it was easier to separate my reaction to Jasper from the feelings of lunacy and foolishness that immediately followed. I suspected it was because having no one else around helped me separate it from reality, and so acknowledging the strength of my feelings didn’t make me feel idiotic or crazy. Instead it was easy to pretend that the way I suddenly felt connected to the blonde was normal. Even now as I lay in the centre of the rounded clearing, I was aware of the pull I felt towards him, like an invisible string now connected us together and urged me to return to his presence. That realisation should have resulted in the return of my earlier feelings, but instead I felt a wave of reassurance, as if that were completely natural.

 I had no idea what was going on, but I didn’t feel any urgency to question it in that moment. I sighed happily as the pull eased, and it took me longer than it should have to realise why that was happening. I’d been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t heard his approach, but his scent wrapped around me like a soft, warm blanket. As soon as I’d caught a whiff, I’d sat up, my spine straight as I focused my hearing to determine what direction he was going to come from. But apparently, my reactions had really been slow, because by the time I’d sat up, he’d reached the meadow.

 I took another deep breath, attempting to use the security that washed over me with his scent to provide me with the courage I needed to meet his eyes. But I chickened out and allowed my gaze to linger on the blue denim that covered his legs. I could appreciate the muscle definition even through the denim and the wish to see them not covered in fabric suddenly sprang up in my mind. I shook my head to clear it and noticed he’d sat down, crossed legged about three feet in front of me.

 ‘Hey, Jasper,’ I didn’t speak very loudly, wanting to keep my voice light, but it wasn’t as if he would have to strain to pick up my words, ‘what’s up?’

 ‘I was going to ask you the same thing. Why did you leave like that?’ he frowned and the sadness in his voice caused me to look into his eyes, ‘do you not want me?’

 ‘W-what are you talking about?’ I stuttered, had I really been that transparent in my attraction to him?

 ‘You’re my mate.’ He said as if it were the simplest thing in the world, ‘I thought you realised that when I felt your reaction to my presence.’

 My head was suddenly swimming with the information I’d just been given. Jasper was my mate? A sigh of relief fell from my lips, if that were the case then it all made sense. My sudden onslaught of feelings, the safeness, the security, and the attraction—I’d observed all of those characteristics as they appeared between Rose and Em. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t realised it sooner, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with such a strong bought of joy. I had found my mate. I’d never truly believed that would happen for me, that I would be lucky enough to find the person that completed me, that completed my soul.

 A sound of surprise fell from Jasper’s lips as I leaped into his arms, causing him to fall backwards; my arms wrapped around his neck and my face fit perfectly into the crook of his neck as I inhaled is scent. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and he used it as leverage to pull me tighter against him. A contented sound fell from both of us and if I hadn’t been so relaxed I would’ve laughed at the simultaneous action.

 ‘I’m sorry I ran.’ I murmured, my left hand trailed down to his chest and played with the buttons on his blue shirt, ‘I didn’t know what was happening, and feeling so much for you so soon made me feel like I was going crazy.’

 A chuckle fell from his mouth as he kissed my forehead, the gesture creating a surge of electricity to surge throughout my body.

 ‘It’s okay, I understand. If Alice hadn’t told me that I was going to meet my mate soon, I probably would have felt the same way.’ He assured me, his southern drawl becoming thicker as he spoke. I wondered if it was because he was relaxed, because we were alone, or a mixture of the two. Either way it sparked a bolt of arousal and I closed my eyes in an attempt to supress it.

 ‘What did you mean before when you said you senses my reaction to you?’ I wondered as the conversation replayed through my mind.

 ‘I can sense and influence the emotions of others.’ He said, his cool breath caressing the side of my face. I sighed at the warmth it left behind.

 ‘That sounds really… overwhelming.’ I pursed my lips as I contemplated that—it was similar to Edward’s gift in a way. Always having everyone’s emotions or thoughts just constantly buzzing in the back of your mind must have been irritating.

 ‘It was at first, but over the years I’ve learned to control it,’ his hand moved through my hair as he spoke, ‘sometimes it’s difficult, especially if I’m thirsty, but for the most part I’m used to it.’

 I nodded as best as I could with my head resting on his chest—I could relate to what he meant a little, and I told him so as I explained my abilities to him. I was a shield, which meant I had the ability to cast a shield around my mind or body, depending on the kind of attack I was facing. Edward had originally thought he couldn’t read my mind when we’d first met, only to be completely shocked when I’d felt comfortable enough to drop my mental shields around the family. For the most part I had control over when I would wield it, but if I were ever taken by surprise or felt threatened it would come forward and protect me.

 ‘Is it visible?’ he asked, curiosity shining in his tone.

 ‘It can be. It depends on whether I want people to know I’m using it or not.’ I said, rearranging our position so that he was sitting crossed legged again and I was I his lap, ‘I’ll show you.’

 I sent him an excited smile before I closed my eyes, concentrating as I willed my shield to wrap around us like a bubble. I felt the light on my face as it glowed bright blue, illuminating the meadow we were in. Jasper’s gasp of wonder made me smile and I pictured my shield rising off the ground by a few feet before I opened my eyes. I expected him to be looking at the glowing shield that surrounded us, and my breath caught when his golden eyes were fixed on me. I’d never been on the receiving end of a look so potent with adoration and awe.

 We moved together without thought, our lips meeting in a tender kiss that quickly became vigorous with passion. I had no idea if my shield was still keeping us afloat, but I didn’t care—a meteor could have hit the earth in that moment and I wouldn’t have noticed. I was completely overwhelmed with him; his intoxicating scent that was both sweet and spicy, his touch that was soft and smooth against mine, and his own skin that remained smooth despite the ridges that I felt as my hands slid down his arms. The moment was perfect and as our lips moved together as if we’d kissed a thousand times before, I couldn’t help the feeling of gratitude that joined all of the other emotions swirling throughout my body. Because I’d actually found him. My mate. My other half. And I was never going to take him for granted, because this connection, this kind of love, was a gift.

 //

 Epilogue: one year later, coming up to the newborn battle in Eclipse.

 ‘Honestly, the trouble that your mate attracts is astounding, Ed.’ I teased, twisting my body and allowing my arms to spin in circles like a child. I had to get the nervous energy out somehow—we’d all gathered for Jasper to train us on the best way to fight newborns successfully.

 I was excited to fight and nervous to potentially watch my mate get hurt, even though I knew that wasn’t likely—he was the most experienced in combat after all.

 ‘You don’t have to tell me,’ Edward rolled his eyes, recognising that I was only jesting.

 A few of us chuckled when Bella smacked his shoulder and frowned when she ended up hurting herself.

 ‘She’s going to have more anger issues than you when she’s turned, Y/N.’ Emmett teased, his booming laugh echoing around the trees as I flipped him off.

 We all tensed as the footsteps of the approaching pack reached our ears. Ten of them stepped out of the shadows and I wrinkled my nose as their scent invaded the clearing. My eyes narrowed at the sound of their growling and I couldn’t help the invisible shield that expanded from me to cover my family. I stepped forward to stand beside Jasper, my fingers entwining with his protectively.

 ‘Hey there darling,’’ he smirked, the southern drawl coating his words wonderfully.

 I didn’t answer; instead I rested my head on his shoulder, knowing he could feel my anxiety already. I took a deep breath, comforted as his scent washed over me. I wished I could bury my head in his chest—I knew his arms would make me feel completely content—but I restrained myself, as it obviously wasn’t the time.

 ‘They don’t trust us enough to be in their human forms.’ Edward translated from where he was stood behind Jasper and I.

 I rolled my eyes, sure to keep my shield in place—if they didn’t trust us then I sure as hell wasn’t going to trust them.

 ‘I have a shield around us all,’ I murmured in Jasper’s ear, my volume low enough that the words stayed between us—and Edward seeing as he could read our thoughts—the blonde’s eyes met mine, his dark eyes shone with affection and assurance. I sent him a wink before we both turned to watch as the meeting officially began.

 Carlisle stepped forward, his behaviour calm and inviting, ‘welcome. Jasper here has some experience fighting newborns; therefore he can show us the most successful and efficient ways of defeating them.’

 ‘They wanna know how newborns are different from us.’ Edward said, his tone lower than how he usually spoke as he relayed the wolves words.

 ‘They're a great deal stronger than us, because their own human blood lingers in their tissues. Our kind is never more physically powerful than in our first several months of this life.’ Our leader answered, looking over at the blonde next to me and nodding at him to continue.

 Jasper squeezed my hand and stepped forward, turning his back to the wolves without hesitation and addressing his family directly. I noticed one of the wolves take a step forward at the sight of him being vulnerable and I bit back a growl, knowing we were all safe even if they did try to attack.

 ‘Carlisle is right. That's why they are created. A newborn army doesn't need thousands like a human army. And no human army could stand against them. The two most important things to remember are, first—never let them get their arms around you. They'll crush you instantly. The second—never go for the obvious kill. They'll be expecting that. And you will lose. Emmett? Don't hold back.’ Jasper smirked, gesturing for the curly haired vampire to come forward.

 They faced off and Emmett grinned, ‘not in my nature.’

 I bit my lip, folding my arms over my chest as I tried to force myself to stay still. Seeing your mate fighting—even against someone you considered family—was something I still struggled to witness. I don’t know how the others handled it, but I assumed it was something that would get better with time.

 Emmett went to charge towards the blonde haired vampire and I winced, my hands moving to cover my eyes involuntarily. I waited for the sound that would indicate they’d crashed together but it didn’t come. I was confused, but unwilling to look until I knew the coast was clear.

 ‘Y/N?’ Jasper’s voice sounded amused and I couldn’t help but drop my hands to see what had caused it.

 If I were still capable of blushing I was sure my face would be bright red in that moment—Emmett was surrounded by a separate shield that glowed an angry red and had lifted him ten feet off the ground. I’d seen my shield appear to protect me when I felt threatened, but this was the first time it’d reacted to save someone I cared about being in danger.

 ‘Do you think you could release Emmett?’ Jasper asked, mirth still present in his voice.

 I bit my lip to hide my smile as I slowly lowered the curly haired brunette before retracting the shield, ‘sorry about that.’

 I sheepishly stepped back, hoping that if I weren’t so close it would mean I wouldn’t be as tempted to interfere. My arm linked through Rose’s and I ignored her smirk and focused my attention on the front. I hadn’t realized how protective I could be until I’d met Jasper and if he didn’t return the sentiment just as strongly as I did, I would have felt awful about it.

 Emmett was charging forward with brute strength, but Jasper was moving too fast for him to catch. He kept trying, but his hands met air, and Jasper managed to catch him by surprise and throw him to the ground. The curly haired vampire attempted to retaliate but Jasper disappeared and re-appeared behind him, his teeth an inch from his throat. I smiled, amused and a little aroused by Jasper’s abilities to gain the upper hand so quickly.

 He gestured for me to come forward and I laughed when I saw he was paring me with Edward—he knew I’d bring up my mental defenses to prevent the mind reader from having the upper hand. While the bronze haired vampire was the fastest in our coven, I was the stealthiest and evaded his grasps easily. Though I had a little too much fun letting him think he had me in his grasp, only to move away at the last second. Eventually I put an end to it, leaping onto his back, my teeth an inch from his throat.

 ‘Got you.’ I smirked and jumped down, playfully shoving his shoulder as we moved out of the way to make room for the next pair.

 ‘Not so good without your parlor trick, Ed.’ I laughed when he shoved me three feet away from him, his eyes rolling when Jasper growled warningly.

 We fell further back and watched as the other pairs fought and I found myself much more relaxed now that Jasper settled into his role of instructor. He watched the others and offered pointers to help their stance, and didn’t lead another demonstration. Eventually we reached the end of the session, and I could see Edward’s relief as Bella was practically passed out against his side.

 ‘They want to know if you’d allow them closer to take in our scents. It’ll make it easier to avoid confusion during the battle.’ Edward said, his arm tightening around his human’s waist the sleepier she got.

 ‘Very well.’ Carlisle agreed.

 Jasper came to stand beside me and I dropped my shield with a sigh, not wanting to create any tension if they tried to step towards us only to be stopped by an invisible barrier. It was incredibly hard not to flinch as each werewolf stopped in front of each of us, tentatively sniffing before moving on. I understood that werewolves were people and I didn’t resent them because of their species or because it was in my “DNA” to despise them. I was on edge because I was aware of how much they resented all vampires. I’d heard plenty from them since we’d returned to Forks a few months ago, and I hated it. But they were helping us here, so I forced down my unease, which was a lot easier with Jasper by my side.

 Being loved by the blonde vampire made me feel an abundance of feelings. In that moment I was aware of how he made me feel powerful, confident and protected, so much so that the wolves passed by without me even noticing. As we made our way back to the mansion, running hand in hand, I realized why I’d been so calm about the upcoming battle. Even before the wolves offered their help when us winning wasn’t certain, I hadn’t been afraid, because I knew I’d have Jasper by my side throughout the battle and after.

 As long as I had my mate by my side, there wasn’t anything that we would have to face alone. And there wasn’t anything that would survive trying to hurt us or our family.

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[Backstory] Jane and Alec, Volturi Guards.

Jane and Alec, two of the most precious possessions of the Volturi, are the most feared vampires in the whole vampire world. While we know their names, positions and powers, do we know how their life was before joining the Volturi? The answer is a no.

This post provides an inside look to Jane and Alec’s life prior to joining the Volturi. Enjoy!

Note: This post is long. You might as well get a cup of tea before starting reading it.

• Jane and Alec, the twins of the town’s most renowned carpenter, were born in Perlshaw in A.D. 762. Their birth was both a surprise and horror, their mother, Eudelme, was bathing in the nearby pond near their house. The birth was so easy that she didn’t realize the twins — at the time who she thought was just a big, strong baby; were being born until she felt pressure on her lower area. Jane was born first, while her mother was still in the water. Alec came after her right when Eudelme came out of the water and laid on the ground, screaming for help to her friends who were bathing with her.

• The day they were born was extraordinarily calm and the skies were topaz blue. Their mother had never seen butterflies that pretty before that day and their father was paid some extra coins for his work. Their aunt, Aebbe, had dreamt of two angels coming to their house the night before their birth and woke up thrilled. She woke up started praying without saying anything to anyone. When Aebbe saw the twins for the first time when she helped her sister care for them by the pond, tears rolled up to her eyes — she knew that these were the angels she saw the night before.

• Eudelme and Aebbe took the twins home, that night, when their father Anselm arrived, they named the twins. Jane was the name of Eudelme’s friend who saved her when they were being attacked by wolves in the forest and Alec was the name of a hero in their area. Even though the names were uncommon, even unheard in some places, people grew to get used to them.

• Their birth came with luck. Their family’s own little garden started to produce more herbs, the flowers and trees around the house were greener and more fragrant, their father started to be paid more in his work and eventually, found another job that paid him more. Regardless of the weather, their house was always warm and cozy, the fire was burning brightly and prosperity started to be present.

• The twins were odd, charming little creatures when they were little. Their earth-colored curls shone so brightly as if they carried the sun in their hair, their eyes were so striking that you wanted to keep looking once you’ve looked at them. Their tiny pink lips were always smiling, they liked to babble. The twins seemed to communicate with each other in their ways, they didn’t start speaking their language until they were around five. Due to their own ways of communication, they didn’t have a lot of friends, preferring to play with each other.

• By the time they reached the age of seven, they were interacting with more people. They were naturally reserved, enjoying each other’s company, it was a rare sight to see them playing with other kids. This situation started to change when Alec became some sort of friends with the neighbour’s son, Eadger, who was more than eager to befriend them. Eadger was a shy child that had almost no friends. Eudelme thought that if the child had a good relationship with her twins, she could leave them together and go to work. Since she was worried so much about the twins due to their “closedness” to the outer people, she preferred not to work and took care of them. But she had to work, Aebbe was needing her help because of the number of orders she was receiving. This was, of course, due to the luck of the twins.

• As their friendship grew, Alec, Jane and Eadger started spending more and more time together. Their mothers, Eudelme and Saehild, also became friends shortly after their children. Saehild would often visit them in their house to take Jane and Alec with her. She was exceptionally fond of them, often thinking that they were the siblings of her son.

• Shortly after the child became friends, the luck of the twins started to emerge in the household of Saehild and Eadgar. Saehild’s never-ending wish to conceive twins became true. Her husband, Hunsige got lent a fortune from his great aunt, who was a little baronet in the north. When Saehild went into labour, she was with Eudelme and the children were playing in the snow outside. Much curiously, they weren’t cold and they weren’t getting wet. No one thought about this as a bad thing, not even Saehild, who didn’t want to let children play in the snow.

• Just in the middle of the labour, Jane came inside the room and with her came a wave of serenity. The town’s midwife was called to help, when she realized that the baby had its eyes open at birth, she announced that it was the sign of the Devil. Saehild got terrified. Jane didn’t understand what it was with her little human mind. At that time, no one suspected the twins of witchcraft, they weren’t doing it anyway. But with the midwife’s superstition, Saehild’s husband, Hunsige, started to think that the cause of the Devil’s sign was the family of the twins. Because before becoming friends with them, their family was a faithful household that the Devil wouldn’t come nearby, he thought.

• The birth was right before the twins’ eighth birthday. Somehow, the luck they brought to people who were good to them seemed to get more and more powerful as they grew older, as well as the bad luck they brought to people who were bad to them. One of the instances of their bad luck was when their father was punished in his job for misuse of something. He was beaten by the sons of his patron, days later, one of the sons were attacked by a wolf — just like how the twins’ mother was attacked when she was a young girl. A week later, the other son caught a sickness that no one could tell what was, it didn’t take long until he went blind.

• Their luck was powerful but the bad luck was something wicked, something only witches could be responsible for. Or the town folk thought so.

• At first, people thought that demons and bad spirits started to take over the city. After the patron’s sons, the midwife who helped Saehild fell down a couple of stairs and broke her back. Eventually, she was left paralyzed. Later, the only butcher in the town lost all his animals. After him, an old couple’s house burned and they died while trying to get out. No one could understand the reasons behind — but deep down, the twins and their family knew: the midwife had thought something was wrong with the twins, the butcher was trying to find occasions to harass Eudelme and the old couple was badmouthing Aebbe for she didn’t marry their son.

• All these things happened in a span of three months. Winter was coming, and the midwife was still talking about the twins. She was claiming that she saw in a dream that the twins were the servants of the Devil, as well as Saehild’s twins. She started convincing people that the relationship between these twins was nothing normal and they were spending time to find ways to call the devil upon the town. But at the time, Saehild’s twins were only two and they couldn’t even talk.

• Shortly after, people started believing in these superstitions. People were claiming here and there that they saw the twins floating in the air, shouting unknown words during a full moon and circling around a fire. None of these things were true, but the effect they had was more than real.

• One person claimed that in the early days of November, she saw about a dozen red eyes looking at the town from the woods. She claimed that she got scared she couldn’t talk for a few days.

Those eyes were the eyes of Jane and Alec’s future family, but they were yet to know it.

• Their lives started to change. The twins didn’t have a special circle to begin with, they only had Eadgar and his siblings. Eadgar’s mother Saehild kept meeting with Eudelme and warned her about the town folk’s rumours. Eudelme started to worry about her children but had no power to do anything.

• She started not allowing them to go out. She didn’t tell the twins why but Jane and Alec sensed. Somehow, they sensed that people were talking about them.

• After not being allowed outside for about a month, the rumours started to disappear. During the month, Eudelme and Anselm took kids outside to entertain them at every chance. They took them to the mountains, to the pond nearby, to see the waterfall that fed the pond. The twins learned how to climb and swim. They were happier than ever, as a family, they felt whole. Alec developed an interest in insects. He would often sneak out of the house at night to collect insects without being seen by people. Jane hated insects, so she never sneaked out with him.

• One full moon night, when Alec was out collecting insects when he heard some branches cracking as if something was coming his way. Of course, he heard it and got fearful. The sound of branches cracking grew louder, that was when Alec saw a pair of big, silver eyes. He had seen them before. He had seen a wolf before. But the thing had a difference — its eyes were at least the size of Alec’s hand. His heart felt like it stopped for a moment, and in the other, he started to run for his life. When he arrived home, Jane welcomed him, after seeing that her brother was out of breath, Jane asked him what happened and Alec told what he saw. Jane suspected that it was a werewolf that their mother told them about. That night, they slept while holding each other’s hands.

Unbeknownst to them, the next day was coming with its own storms.

• The next day, they opened their eyes up to a mess. Without being able to understand what was happening, they heard screaming sounds outside. Alec jumped out of the bed and rushed to the outside. Jane followed him and in the garden, they saw their mother looking at somewhere. Alec came beside her, tried looking into his mother’s eyes. She was devastated. Her eyes were the tellers of all that was happening: Saehild was being taken to the town’s center, more like being dragged, by townsfolk. Her clothes were being ripped away, her mouth tearing from inside due to her screams, her eyes crying tears of blood. No one said anything. Jane and Alec were too afraid to react. They were nailed to the ground.

• Days later, the news of what Saehild was accused of reached the twins’ house. It was witchcraft. Allegedly, someone claimed to see her transform into a big, dog-like creature and run towards the woods. No words were said. Eudelme and Aebbe were devastated beyond words. The reason was that if Saehild was going to be hanged or burned, it would come to them too. Because they spent almost all of their time together. Eating, letting children play, knitting, doing housework... Neither knew that their newly developed friendship would cause more harm than good.

• Two days later the spread of the news, Saehild was burned on the stake. The screams of pain traveled through the air to the ears of Jane and Alec, without knowing what would happen next, they prayed for her pain to ease, for her screams to turn into peaceful songs, and her body to not feel the fire. It was an endless day, the sun seemed not to set. Eudelme and Aebbe considered taking the children and running away, but Anselm stopped them. Despite Eudelme’s tears and claims that they’ll eventually be blamed too, Anselm didn’t step back and told them that no one would blame them. It wasn’t a solid idea to stand on, and soon, the rumours started spreading again.

• Saehild’s twins were now the center of the rumours. It was the midwife again, talking about them in a way that the twins were feared in the town. The talks were almost similar: they were the Devil’s seeds. They were born with their eyes open and they carried the mark of the Devil on their necks, which was nothing more than a birthmark. Saehild’s husband was isolated in his house with Eadgar and the twins. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to go out, he wasn’t allowed. While his wife burned, he made it clear that he wasn’t a sorcerer, thus didn’t know about his wife’s crimes. At heart, he was crushed into pieces but he couldn’t take his pain out. He had to act like Saehild was guilty. It was the only way to survive.

• After a month of isolation from the town, Eudelme decided to take the twins away with her. Because she knew what was coming. She’d heard the talk. It wasn’t only her twins too, Saehild’s twins were also mentioned. She even heard someone say that the twins were the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. She feared the outcome of all the talk.

• Jane and Alec were little, but they were grown enough to understand what was happening. They understood that people were speculating about them, but didn’t understand why. They couldn’t understand why people chose to talk about them while all they did was to be children. Talking, playing, smiling. Suddenly, their regular acts became the most dangerous things to them. The luck they brought to the ones who were good to them wasn’t noticed but people were fast to realize what was happening to people when they weren’t good to the twins.

• It was the last speculation Eudelme could bear. The night that she heard it, she packed her bags and took the children with her as well as Aebbe. They ran away to the woods. Without having a route or a place to stay, they ran for their lives. Aebbe held Alec’s and Eudelme held Jane’s hands, they didn’t even have a candle to light their way.

However, their steps were far from taking them to safety. The townsfolk had already heard about their plan.

• After ten minutes of running through the woods, Aebbe noticed fire beyond. Torches of the townsfolk who were waiting for them. She shoıted at Eudelme, commanding her to look ahead and see what was there. But her voice was too loud to not be heard by the folk. As Eudelme heard it, the fold heard it too and began marching towards the four.

• After that was pure panic. Not knowing what to do, Eudelme froze for a couple of minutes, enough to get caught by the folk. Alec tried to drag her to run with him but Eudelme was completely frozen in a state that she seemed like a marble statue. Holding her son’s hand so tightly that Alec couldn’t let go of her hand. They got him first.

• It was only when they heard Alec’s screams that Aebbe and Jane realized they were captured. Jane looked back, but the sky was so dark that she couldn’t see anything. Breathing hardly, she tried to stop Aebbe and help her brother but Aebbe was smart to not allow her. Still hearing her brother’s screams for help, Jane started crying and shouting at him, saying his name without stopping. The pain she felt in her torso was more than what a little child could bear, and she didn’t even understand why these things were happening to her.

• After another ten minutes of running, Aebbe was confronted by another group of people. She stood in front of Jane, trying to hide. Nevertheless, it wasn’t the best idea. Suddenly, someone snatched her away from Aebbe’s hands. Little Jane tried so hard to kick and bite the man, but her body was too tiny to leave any damage. The man quickly tied her hands and feet with a rope right in front of Aebbe’s hands. After that was a mess. Aebbe tried fighting back, even though he couldn’t see well at night. She tried kicking some men around but that ended with a sharp pain in her head. The last thing she felt was the smooth sensation of falling asleep.

She fell right beside Jane. Seeing her aunt in blood, Jane screamed so loudly that as if her lungs were about to explode, but that ended with a sharp pain for her too.

• The twins woke up tied at stakes. Their mother was there too. And unexpectedly, the twin siblings of Eadgar were also there. It was clear for Eudelme but the children couldn’t comprehend anything.

• Jane and Alec asked each other if they were good. Then they asked Eudelme who was nearly unconscious from being beaten. It was harder for her. People thought that she’d sold her soul to the Devil for power. She wanted to ask them which power was it because they still were peasants who could hardly afford food for their children. But she knew that there wouldn’t be any answer. They were already judged and no one was coming to save them.

• The other twins were so little that they couldn’t even react to anything. When Jane looked at them, they were looking around and trying to move. There was no trace of fear in their eyes. The twins didn’t know that they were about to die. They didn’t know that they were the subjects of a crime they couldn’t even comprehend. They didn’t know that these grown people looked at them and saw the eyes of the Devil in their innocent eyes. Jane couldn’t understand what was happening until then, but after looking at the twins, she knew. She understood. Because she’d seen her father in the crowd, looking at them with empty eyes. She later realized that he was already plotting their ends when Saehild was taken away, but they couldn’t catch the signs of it.

When Jane saw the faces of the folk, she realized one thing. People weren’t to be trusted. Even in her new life, she kept reminding herself of that. She only trusted her brother.

• While they were set on fire, Eudelme was already gone. Her heart had already stopped beating. But Jane and Alec were still alive and feeling.

• Alec’s pain started from his hands. He didn’t know why, but the fire started burning him from his hands first. When he first felt it, he tried so hard to find a way out that his mind focused only on finding a way. He tried moving his limbs, sliding from the stake, moving his shoulder, but nothing worked. As the paralyzing sensation of being burned alive spread up his veins, he realized there was no cure. His heart was getting faster and faster, increasing his fear of the realization that the burning smell he felt was from his own hands. It wasn't over yet — Alec thought he could still somehow escape. If he could hold on until the fire went out, he could somehow escape when the people dispersed. He could not understand what fire and death meant. Unclear how he tried to convince himself that the pain was not real. He focused his mind on his skin. There was no feeling, he did not feel. The warmth in his skin was not there. The burning smell on his nose was a trick of his mind. The red color that came through his eyes was not real. He focused so much on this, on this lie — that after a while he thought that his pain had subsided. He tried to smile but was too exhausted to do it.

• Jane, on the other hand, had already given up. She knew she couldn’t escape She wasn't aware of what was happening, why they ran away, and what might happen until she was attached to this stake and saw people's faces. Pain and tears were shed fire climbed up from her feet. She got carried away. There was no way out, no ointment to relieve the pain. She could hear and smell the burning of both her own body and those around her. Her eyes were closed, but she could see everything that was around her. She heard people staring at them with disgust, shouting them to burn, talking about the evil of witchcraft, and crying happily as they burned for a crime they did not commit. She suddenly opened her eyes; she didn't look around, just looked in front of her, at the people. Dozens of pairs of eyes, she looked at. She looked at each of them with blame, pity, anger. She wanted them to feel this pain too. At that moment, she really wanted to become a witch and inflict pain on anyone who did it to them with her magic.

• Then, as if nothing happened, everything stopped. They weren’t feeling anything. They weren’t seeing anything. They felt bodiless like some kind of magical creature. They couldn’t even think. They were just there, but they weren’t even aware of that.

• After an unknown amount of time, Alec opened his right eyes just barely. The stars were there, shining brightly as if nothing happened. The moon was there too. It was as if nothing had happened, the fires had not been lit. Alec felt nothing but his sight, and at last, he managed to stop his pain, he thought for a moment. But all that happened was that they burned to ashes and their minds weren't even enough to think and feel.

• Alec's consciousness was coming and going with his eyes open. He felt there for a moment, and not for a moment. Alec saw a man in a black cloak approaching him. His mind kept pacing, even when the man was saying something to him, he couldn't understand what was being said. Then he found himself in heaven. Then in a barren land. Then in a garden.

• Later, he found himself lying in a room. His eyes were open. As he gazed at the stone ceiling, he felt nothing. After a time that his mind could not yet grasp how long was, he realized he was feeling his fingers. The fingers that he couldn't feel just a few seconds ago. The seconds were not real seconds, of course, the time had flowed so differently for him that he did not realize that he had been sleeping for five days. Then he suddenly realized that he could feel his whole body. He wanted to stand up — he found himself standing, before even knowing what happened. His hands had already appeared before his eyes as he thought he wanted to see his hands. At that moment he was met with too much shock to understand what was going through: his hands were unburned. Her white skin was healthier than ever. Then he realized that his skin was glimmering.

• Examining the glow of his skin with puzzled eyes, realizing he was wearing black clothes, he didn't even hear anyone approaching the room. Seconds later, someone entered the room. He turned and looked. Jane was standing before his eyes as if nothing had happened.

One thing was changed — her eyes were as red as the fire they were burned in.

• As Alec tried to understand what was happening, he noticed the middle-aged man behind Jane. Like Jane, his eyes were red. Then Alec noticed that their skins were glimmering. Like his own skin.

• The minutes after that moment was spent listening to what had happened and learning what their life would be like from then on. The man told the twins that when he found them, they had been burned to their bones. He thought they could not be saved, but he did not give up hope. He had brought them here, to the place he called Volterra, to this castle where his family lived, and waited for them to wake up. Jane had recovered and transformed in three days and Alec in five days. He told the twins that they were not human beings but superior beings now, and that they would not die anymore, that no one could harm them anymore. Then he referred to them as my children. Sitting in that stone room at that moment, for the first time since their families, the twins realized that they were truly loved by someone. It happened naturally, nobody needed to affect their emotions. They both remembered their father who had betrayed them, while the man took them under his arms and hugged them. They felt something move from where their unbeating hearts were. Within minutes, they were used to the people they were with. After all, they were two kids. Children who were burned and resurrected on false accusations. Children who couldn’t realize it yet, but would be the most feared people in the world of their own and will not pity anyone but their family, the Volturi.

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♚  ━━━  ❛ ALL ABOUT AUGUST.

G E N E R A L  —

NAME.         his full birth name is august ahn-evergreene, his last names being a combination of his maternal and paternal last names because his mother wasn’t going to allow her children to not have her last name in some fashion. however, in his twenties he drops evergreene and only uses ahn as his last name due to a rift with his mother / wanting an identity separate from her ( he’s not fond of his father either but he has a habit of leaving town so it’s easier for august to distance himself from that part of his family’s ‘legacy’ ).

AGE.         he appears in his late 20s ( 27-30 ) but is around 60 years old due to the extended lifespan of a mage.

HEIGHT.          he stands at 6′1 ( 185.42 ). no, he’s not a sloucher and is the type to internally judge people who do because stand up straight wtf?

WEIGHT.          170 pounds ( 77.1kg ). he’s lean and not overly muscular; doesn’t do much heavy physical activity anymore due to his current ‘condition’.

ETHNICITY.         korean-filipino american mage. he comes from a bloodline of magic-users. if commenting on his natural magical prowess, expect a dry ‘of course, i was breed to be.’ in response.

OCCUPATION.           he is what the people of crescent creek call ‘the overseer’, the highest sitting member of the council of novema ( or just ‘the council’ for short ). they are the ones who ‘govern’ the town and its people, establishing laws and stepping in to resolve high-level matters between residents if it should come to it. with the council needing to hear matters from the magi, vampires, fae, werewolves, and other beings, august has a constant headache.

GENDER.          cis-male.

SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.         he would state that he’s heterosexual but admittedly he’s never fully explored his sexuality enough for that to be a definite statement. he hasn’t seriously dated in a very long time™ and it isn’t interested in changing that.

MBTI.         INTJ-A,  The  Architect  —  it can be lonely at the top. as one of the rarest personality types – and one of the most capable – architects ( INTJs ) know this all too well. rational and quick-witted, architects may struggle to find people who can keep up with their nonstop analysis of everything around them. these personalities can be both the boldest of dreamers and the bitterest of pessimists. architects believe that, through willpower and intelligence, they can achieve even the most challenging of goals. but they may be cynical about human nature more generally, assuming that most people are lazy, unimaginative, or simply doomed to mediocrity.

S P E C I F I C S  —

FAVOURITE  FOOD.           he’s very particular about getting his three meals a day in if he can but he probably has the most fondest for food that was often served at dinner time with his family or when all his cousins spent time at his lola’s house when they visited her. dishes such as bopis, kimchi, pancit canton, tocino and rice, korean styled steak, etc. are personal favorites.

FAVOURITE  DRINK.           his day isn’t complete without having a nice, chilled glass of vintage red wine during dinner ( and maybe just drinking straight from the bottle by the end of the night ). he does enjoy drinking rosé during a nice breakfast or lunch depending on the bottle.

FAVOURITE  HOBBY.          brooding. joking aside, he does enjoy sparring matches, ‘magical’ based sparring matches. he does practice taekkyeon ( korean martial arts ) and enjoys mixing spells in by shocking opponents, blocking their spells with his own wards, etc.

FAVOURITE  SCENT.             the smell of freshly cut grass as well as the scent of pomegranates, vanilla, cinnamon, and musk. the former is bittersweet and nostalgic, reminding of his years as a teen: when he was young, oblivious, and only had to be concerned about being late to football / soccer practice. the latter reminds him of someone he would rather forget.

FAVOURITE  PERSON.        i. his twin brother, ansel ahn. his death still hurts and he’ll always partially blame himself for it - despite the fact that there would’ve been nothing he could’ve done to change it. ( this is the part where that wand.avision quote is inserted in ). the loss of his brother dramatically changes the course of his life. ii. his lola, nora evergreene. she grounds him a lot. one of the few times he’s at peace is when he visits her for brunch every third saturday of the month. iii. his ex, audrey cramer. he would never admit it out loud though - at least not anymore.

T E N   F A C T S  —

he’s well versed in magical creatures : one of the 'gifts’ of being the overseer is the ability to traverse pass the veil - a barrier / entry way that exist between ‘earth’ and the many dimensions that exist beyond it. this ability, however, is one that has fallen out of use over the past few decades. ever the abnormally, august makes use of this ability for his own personal agenda. outside of the different races that already live within crescent creek ( witches, vampires, werewolves, fairies, etc. ), there are those that prefer to live freely in their own worlds rather than live in secrecy on earth. so yes, he has met unicorns and he thinks most of them are actually assholes.

on the nature of the veil : the origin of the veil itself is a mystery. all that is known that about its existence is that many millennium ago, those from different dimensions ( or ‘worlds’ ) were able to freely pass through it without the need of assistance or a spell. as time progressed and humanity began to rise, passage through the veil became increasingly more restricted, leading to entry ways within the veil being sealed and only accessible through the leader in each world ( ex. the overseer in crescent creek ). although the town of crescent creek has always traded with other towns, cities, etc. pass the veil, many of those trades have slowed to a stop entirely as those dimensions have become inaccessible. to somewhat ease panic and concern, the council has framed the issue being due to other dimensions permanently closing themselves off from earth ( a situation that has previously happened some worlds ). in truth, the veil itself has become 'infected’ by a foreign spell that’s led to the blocking of entry ways that lead into other worlds. due to not knowing the source of the spell and its affect on the veil, the knowledge of its presence is unknown to most people in crescent creek. // note: this is more of an overall ‘lore’ fact that explains the backdrop of what’s going on in this ‘world’ to understand other facts about him. in the grand scheme of things, this wouldn’t come up when interacting with him.

he doesn’t believe in astrologists, psychics, fortune tellers, etc. : which may seem contradictory considering he’s a literal magical being but in his experience, it’s typically humans pushing pseudoscience or mages using their magic to con clueless humans. people in that line of ‘work’ are hacks to him - especially since he’s seen it first hand with his own father’s profession.

over the past twenty years, he’s been continuing his brother’s research : ansel, his older, twin brother, had been studying the distortions within the veil in secret before his death a decade prior. although the status of the veil was supposed to be concealed to those outside of the council’s reach, ansel confided in his brother before his death. in august’s eyes, whatever spell that’s taken over the veil is an active threat and with the backing of onyx crane, a vampire on the council, and his cousin, faye evergreene, he began an almost obsessive-like determination to complete his brother’s work and find answers - even if it’s to his own detriment. // *note: with a big soap opera trope being people returning from the dead, it shouldn’t be shocking to discover that ansel, is in fact, not actually dead. he used a storm that hit the town as a means to fake his own death ( disasters that kill off characters is usually a soap opera storyline that happens during ‘sweeps’ period ) and left town for his own agenda.

the youngest overseer to sit in the council : his status as the overseer is one steeped in controversy due to...a variety of reasons: an overseer typically is replaced by another council member by vote or an apprentice to the overseer should they have one after an overseer’s death, resignation, or if they’ve been forcefully discharged from the position. none of these things applied to august’s own mother, tala ahn-evergreene, when he usurped her - blackmailing the council by threatening to expose the truth about the current threat of the veil. // *note: in every ( american ) soap opera, it is a staple to have a ‘thing’, whether it be a business, a central institution in town ( ex. a hospital ), or a position ( CEO of a company, chief of staff at a hospital, etc. ) that many of the characters are tied to or even fighting for control over. ELQ, the quartermaine’s family business on general hospital, often have storylines where family members are fighting over shares of the company, who should run it, or the family teaming up to oust an outsider that’s taken over the company ( funnily enough, there is a story like the latter happening on the show right now ). the point here is that being the overseer or even sitting on the council of novema is that ‘thing’ that people fight over to be on for various reason. 

he takes his personal upkeep very seriously : there’s a lot of things one could say about crescent creek’s current overseer but no one can ever say they’ve seen august ahn not look put together when he’s out and about ( this is him going out publicly basically ). as someone who values consistency and control in his life but pretty much never has it, august actually highly treasures the time spent doing his morning / nightly skincare routines, getting his acupuncture treatments, and so on. he supports the self care movement essentially.

he ( as well as his siblings ) once witnessed one of his father’s affairs : it was an awful experience. -10/10. doesn’t recommend. this incident shapes his attitude towards relationships in general and how he operates within them. august has a very black and white attitude about relationships: you are either with him 100% or you’re not with him at all. it’s unhealthy and he has to unpack that. // *fun fact: this is actually a real event that happened with this family back in the sims 2 over ten years ago - they just all had different names, were a different race, and so on at that point.. they’ve changed a lot:tm:. 

may be an active suspect for murder : it happens. when marlena cramer, a former council member, suddenly passes on, the town is overtaken by a wave of a grief...that soon becomes shock and suspicion when her death is rules to be from unnatural causes. between being one of the last people to see her alive and reports of him wanting her off the council, august becomes one of the prime suspects for her murder case. // *note: whodunit’s are probably up there with ‘who’s the daddy’ storylines in terms of being the most common soap opera staple ( ex. who shot j.r. on dallas ).

voted most likely to be successful in his HS yearbook : august was the picture perfect prom king, the jock that was friends with everyone on campus, and the one everyone expected ride off into the sunset with his hs sweetheart. on paper, august was well rounded - some would say outright perfect. today, those who knew him in high school would shake their heads and ask themselves what happened to the boy who always smiled at them when he passed you by in the hallway or whose laughter could easily be heard the loudest in a classroom. august, as he is now, is a stranger to those that once knew him.

it’s happening gradually but he is, in fact, dying : many of the worlds that had become unaccessible were not only blocked off but were actively decaying - many of its residents fleeing to other worlds before they were forever trapped in a dying one while others locked their entry ways to stop the spell from spreading to their own homes. the overseers in crescent creek were restricted from traversing the veil themselves due to the unknown risk of the spell, a rule that august actively ignores. every time he travels through the veil, the more the spell slowly eats away at him - a fact that he is well aware of and he has no desire to stop. he will keep traveling worlds ( and helping those he can ) until he finds the source of the spell and kills its caster himself.

FIVE  THINGS  HE  LIKES.

visiting the sauna. the heat helps with his internal pain.

eating home-cooked meals.

getting hydrafacials ( james_franco_so_good.gif ).

smoking with his cousin, faye.

blasting emo music as he gets drunk, questions his life choices, and stares at the ceiling

FIVE  THINGS  HE  DISLIKES.

feeling used.

disloyal / uncommitted people

selfishness.

tough, chewy steak.

cheap wine.

COMMON  WORDS / PHRASES  THAT  ANNOY  THEM.         during a misunderstanding or argument, the worst thing to tell him is that he ‘doesn’t understand’. even if the person is somewhat correct, august is a person that prides himself on being an objective observer of a situation, rational in his thinking, and not someone who lets his emotions dictate his choices. saying something like that to him would just further annoy him.

PERSONALITY  TYPES  THEY  PREFER.        those who are smart, loyal, and efficient. those who are willing to dirty their hands on occasion, and believe that the ends do justify the means.

PERSONALITY  TYPES  THEY  AVOID.       selfish and incompetent people, those who proceed to waste his time, useless people in positions of powers, jerky unicorns.

WHAT  DO  YOU  FIND  DIFFERENT / DISTINCT  ABOUT  YOUR  PORTRAYAL?

         the whole concept of this ‘world’ is based around soap opera cliches and tropes so the character is intentionally ‘tropey’ and meant to pull from different fictional men from the genre - as well as outside of it. i would say him being the leading man is unique within itself because people of color in soaps ( at least within american soaps which this is all inspired by ) are generally never the leads or involved in what i actually watch soaps for: the drama, the love stories, the scheming, the cheating, etc. they’re usually the straight men to the white characters; living well off but boring lives and are rarely given front burner stories. all black people in a soap opera are usually always going to somehow know each other, only date each other, etc. you can switch black people out with latinos, asians, etc. and it would still be true. the characters of color are easily written off as a result of this.

        in general, soap operas are very white - and still are today. they have a history of casting white people as mexican characters, ex. lindsay hartley as theresa on passions. asian american soap characters are severly lacking - i could probably count the amount of i’ve seen on screen. a black actress formerly on general hospital mentioned how people jokingly called the show ‘generally white hospital’ behind the scenes. chad.wick bos.eman left all my children because of how much of a stereotype his character was - and he was right ( ironically, michael b. jord.an was his recast ). some shows are getting better, bold and beautiful currently has a story involving two characters cheating ( one of which is black ) and it’s hot af but it’s still not enough for the times we’re in. this isn’t a problem exclusive to soaps either - most media has a problem with this. people of color aren’t getting lead roles and especially not romantic lead roles - even if they do, the shows always make it a interracial romance with a white person ( ex. bridg/erton ) as if people of color of different races are incapable of dating each other.

         finally, i’ve noticed that you rarely see asian american men portrayed as romantic leads or desirable ( at least in a non-fetishized way ) in western media. that’s pretty lame:tm: so that was also a factor when i revamped audrey’s love interest ( parts of ‘old’ him still exist, ex. him being a jock / king of the school as a teen, a complicated relationship with his brother, etc ). anyway, stan august uwu.

tagged by:   i took it from myself. tagging:   anyone who wants to.

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Two Of The Same

Summary; Over a period of time, you and Niklaus get to know each other, however neither of you realise how similiar the two of you are.  Pairing; Niklaus Mikealson x Reader  WordCount; 1, 382 A/N - Day 1 of Spooktacular October begins. I can write a part 2 to this if people want me too. Also part of  @deansamore​ end of year challenge 

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Klaus never expected to fall in love. There was always something happening with his family. Whether it was complications with his family or an old foe coming to the French Quarter to attempt to destroy him. Niklaus truly believed he had no time for matters of the heart. Then you entered his life.

From the moment Niklaus saw you from the balcony, appearing to be able to feel Klaus's gaze on you looked up and smiled at him. Klaus's notorious smirk etched on his. From that moment, Klaus felt the urge to know you. 

Klaus refused to waste time as the very next day Klaus found you at a local bar, enjoying a glass of bourbon. When he sat down beside you, he was dumbfounded when you recognised him. Klaus had never encountered someone as observant as you before even more so when you recalled the details of his clothing. Klaus had decided that he was going to see you again. 

The two of you continued to meet at the bar for months. As it turns out you recently moved into the French Quarters and we're currently a bartender at the very bar the two of you met. Each time the two of you spoke while you worked. Your boss never appeared to mind. Klaus quickly became enamoured with you. You were equal parts feisty, passionate and headstrong. However, you were also gentle, considerate and loyal. Klaus was able to witness how passionate you were while you spoke enthusiastically with your hands. 

Whenever Klaus returned home, Elijah would often question where Klaus had been, in return he was met with a snide remark about Klaus not needing a keeper. Often he would head upstairs straight towards his paint and canvas, for some time now he had been painting you. You were his greatest inspiration for a century and he was determined to create a piece worthy of you. Which is why he would focus on it until it was done. 

Unbeknownst to Klaus, you harboured a secret, one in which you were certain that Klaus would freak out about. You had decided to move to New Orleans on the bases, there very few of your kind around. You had purposely found a home close to a nearby wooded area so you could escape into the woods when you needed. Your home included a basement so you could hide all of the chains you needed in order to keep yourself restrained, protecting everyone around you. 

With Halloween approaching, you knew a full moon would soon rise. You had already asked him for the day off and while he was certainly unhappy, he accepted your excuse of a family tradition. With your cover now in place, you just had to get through the excruciating pain of the full moon. However, Klaus had ideas. Before meeting you, Klaus never entertained the idea of spending Halloween with anyone, he found the holiday a rather ridiculous way to allow mear humans to waste their money. Although that didn’t mean he couldn’t spend Halloween night with you.

When he asked, however, he was shocked you turned him down. You politely declined his offer and told him you already had made plans. Even when Klaus asked you if he could attend whatever you were doing with you, you rejected him. You were not willing to put Klaus in harm's way. If only you had been aware that Klaus was more than prepared to protect himself, especially from your kind. Klaus was a man who dealt with rejection terribly, especially when it appeared so out of character. So when you left work to return home the night after Halloween, he followed you. He desired to know exactly what you were doing. 

At first, nothing out of the ordinary occurred, you continued with your evening. Except while Klaus followed you, Elijah had decided to follow him. Immediately, Elijah jumped to the conclusion you were a new threat to his beloved brother. 

“Brother, you as always have jumped to the wrong conclusions. Actually, she’s a friend, we’ve been talking for the past several months. I know it’s hard to believe someone actually wants to spend time with me and listen to me, but rest assured she does.”

“Niklaus, that doesn’t explain why you're lurking in the bushes while she begins her nightly routine.” Klaus rolled his eyes as he comprehended what Elijah was suggesting. 

"Brother do you think so little of me, I am not standing outside to perhaps get a glance of her without her clothes. Something’s wrong with her. She unexpectedly turned me down to spend Halloween night together. I’m sorry brother that I have fallen in love with someone. I didn’t exactly intend for this to happen.” Elijah had never spoken as passionately about someone like this in an extremely long time. 

“I’m sorry brother, I’m sorry I doubted you, so what shall you do, stay here all night until you know if she is well enough.”

“That is exactly what I am going to do.” Klaus remained there outside of your home all night, even after he was certain you had gone to bed for the evening. It wasn’t until the darkness closed in did Klaus witness any movement from you. You left the house with purpose with nothing more than a duffle bag, Klaus kept an eye on you, but kept his distance. What were you up to? Klaus’s suspicion grew, when you entered a shed, Klaus was even more confused. Until he heard the rustling of chains. So that was your little secret, his little Love was a werewolf. 

Deciding to make his  presence known, he decided to step into the shed. You immediately noticed him. 

“Klaus, what are you doing here? You need to get out of here...now!” You screamed, you knew you didn’t have time for this . The full moon would soon be at his highest point in the sky. 

“Relax Love, your furry little  problem isn’t going to be able to hurt me.” 

“Nik please! You need to leave now!” You screamed as you began to feel your bones begin to shift into a different position. While you understood long ago, that the more you struggled with the transformation the greater the intense pain would surge through your veins.Within moments, your now wolf form was now glaring at Klaus mencingly, however, he remained unphased.  

“Love, you truly are beautiful. Now it makes perfect sense.” Unwillingly letting out a ferocious snarl directly aimed towards Klaus, he bent down so he was eye level with you.

“You’re going to have to do a lot more than that to intimidate me. After all, I am the original Hybrid. I’m going to be awfully surprised if I discover you haven’t heard of me before. You need not worry Love, I stay with you tonight.”  So that’s exactly what Niklaus did, he stayed with you the remainder of the night, until you returned back to your human self the next morning. Needless to say when you glanced up at Klaus for the first time you were full of questions. 

“You’re telling me you had no idea that I was a werewolf until you witnessed me chaining myself up.” You questioned as you sat comfortably in the warmth of Klaus’s jacket, you hadn’t had time to remove your clothes before you realised that Klaus had been in-front of you.   

“No Love, normally I have a pretty good idea when I encounter someone new, but like a lot of things you have surprised me.” Resting your head against the back of the shed, you turned to look over at Klaus.  

“Does it bother you? I know you're the Original Hybrid but perhaps you prefer to spend time with other Hybrids.” Klaus laughed at that, trust you to be considerate around his preferred species of creature. Klaus laid his hand ontop of yours as you looked towards him.

“No Love. My family are the Original Vampire’s and even if I did, I would always make an exception for you. Speaking of which, would you like to perhaps go and get breakfast.together.” After agreeing, Klaus helped you up and the two of you headed back in the direction of your home. Fingers crossed breakfast would also turn into dinner….

[eventidespirits]

Name: Laci Lydia Brighton-Lee

Nicknames/Aliases: None.

True Age: 41

Apparent Age: 22

Emotional Age: 6-22 (average of about 13-17)

Concept: Age Sliding Oracle

Species: Vampire (Revenant)

Gender: Cis Girl

Sexuality: Asexual Heteroromantic

Birthday: January 8th 1976

Death Day: October 31st 1998

Residence: Santa Marta, California

Universe: Primarily Original Universe but also Vampire the Masquerade (where she is Clan Malkavian).

Appearance:

Height: 4'7

Build: Petite and quite thin, Laci looks almost frail to most people and can be easily mistaken for a teen or preteen. She has a short torso and long limbs for her height.

Face Shape: Laci has a rounded face with a pointed chin, full cheeks and high cheekbones.

Eye Color/Shape: bright amber/Hazel. Deep-set with heavy, almost droopy eyelids and very thick lashes. Laci usually has a sort of sleepy look to her eyes, accentuated by her permanent dark circles and under eye bags.

Hair Color/Style: About shoulder length with a natural 2B/2C curl pattern. Her hair is naturally black but she has a badly bleached portion in the front that looks bright orange. Has very short, somewhat uneven bangs and her hair is a little shorter in the front than the back. Usually worn up in pigtails or twin buns.

Skin Tone/Texture: Unnaturally smooth and pale with an under-saturated yellow undertone. Doesn't look particularly healthy.

Distinguishing Features: Laci is very short and this is usually the first thing people notice about her -- she also has very large, expressive eyes. She has both eyebrows pierced, a nostril piercing on her left side and snakebites. Both ears have triple lobe piercings and two helix piercings.

Posture: Depends on her current emotional age but as a general rule, Laci's posture is somewhat folded in on herself, somewhat shy and insecure. When she's at an older emotional age, her posture is more confident and open. Laci's body language is dreamy and distant, her steps usually slow and unsure. She walks through the world like she's in an endless dream.

Voice: Somewhat nasal but with a distinct huskiness/vocal fry -- her actual pitch is somewhat higher and definitely comes across as a little bit childish.

Clothing Style: Laci is very much a goth -- she's almost always wearing at least one piece of clothing with mesh or fishnet (she doesn't like lace as much) -- the primary colors in her wardrobe are black, charcoal gray and purple, with occasional hints of neon green. She prefers pants and shorts with tights over skirts and dresses. She tends to prefer lays -- wearing tank tops over mesh shirts under hooded sweat shirts and so on. She has a fondness for collars and very high platform boots. An average outfit for Laci would be a pair of shorts with striped tights and knee-high socks, 4 inch platform boots, a mesh shirt under a tank top and a short sleeved hoodie with several bracelets, fingerless gloves and a collar of some sort.

Notable Mannerisms: Laci is often chewing on her lower lip or playing with her piercings. She often curls her hair around her fingers or plays with the hem of her short. Despite being a vampire and getting no real benefit or harm from it, Laci still smokes clove cigarettes (a habit she had as a human). Laci also has a tendency to sort of bounce in place when she's bored.

Skills:

Physical: Self-Defense, gymnastics, pickpocketing, small firearms

Social: Social Media, Bullshitting, Sweet-talking, Blame-Shifting, Persuasion

Talents: breaking & entering, stealth, being cute, dancing

Knowledges: Santa Marta Underground, Streets & Back Alleys, Hacking, Computers, Social Media manipulation, explosives, Revenant Signs & Grafitti

Hobbies: Pickpocketing assholes at cafes/coffeeshops, preventing the apocalypse, clubbing, coloring books, dancing, photography/instagram

Special: The Sight, precognition, increased speed & strength, darkvision/nightsight, some minor telepathy/empathy, some emotional influence, "immortality"

Psyche

Strengths: Clever, quick-witted, good at lying, adaptive, quick-learner, strong sense of justice, compassionate, sweet, dedicated/tenacious, in touch with her emotions, good with kids, generally empathetic

Weaknesses: overly-emotional, immature, irresponsible, stubborn, impatient, overly curious, has trouble understanding rationality, has difficulty understanding the motives/perspectives of others even if she can understand their feelings, hot-headed, prone to fits of mania and/or depression, way too fucking blunt at times, bad at explaining herself, bad at understanding her own motives at times.

Mental Health Issues: Bipolar Disorder, Age Regression, Hallucinations, Anxiety, Possible ADHD?

Goals: Stop the God-Damned Apocalypse, have fun, make friends, help people

Guiding Philosophies: Do your best to preserve life but know that in the end you'll have to hurt people to stop the apocalypse, try your best to make people laugh and improve their lives, make the world a better place, punish evil whenever you see it, offer help to the helpless and compassion to the weak and downtrodden of society, bash the fash

Sense of Humor: Laci delights in pulling pranks on her friends or making absolutely random, inane comments that leave others confused. She also likes puns and dumb memes.

Overall Personality:Chaotic and trickster-ish. Laci is an enigma to most of the people around her, often including herself. She is bright and spontaneous most of the time but can become somber and serious at the drop of a hat. Her general mood and energy are frantic, high energy and unpredictable. When she comes to care about someone, she's incredibly protective of them to the extent that she can be and will do about anything to make them happy or keep them safe.

Deep down, Laci is frustrated with her inability to remember most of her human life and desperately wishes she could regain it -- however, most of her efforts are currently focused on preventing the Awakening of a being she knows only as The Myriad Eyes, which Laci believes will cause the end of the world if it does wake from it's slumber. Her methods of doing so are...erratic and often nonsensical due to her lack of general knowledge about the thing, seeing only glimpses of it through her precognition and sight.

Little Laci: Mostly the same as Big Laci (described above) but less able to focus on her goals, more dependent on others and more emotional.

-In Love: Laci can't remember being in love. She knows vaguely that she was dating someone who had broken up with her just before she became a vampire but more than that is blurry. When she does crush on someone (which is rare) she's usually very shy around them, having difficulty speaking and becoming very awkward (think moe anime girl)

-Under Stress: Erratic, irritable and far more emotional than usual. Laci becomes inconsolably upset when under stress very quickly -- prone to lashing out in anger and having complete breaks from reality of the stress is severe enough. Stress is also the number one trigger for Laci's age regression, the more intense the stress, the further back she slides.

-Alone: Laci doesn't really get to be alone due to being haunted by her best friend as a human who she accidentally killed after her Change...When it's just Laci and Amy, Laci can be very quiet and withdrawn, just focusing on whatever task is at hand and desperately hoping Amy doesn't decide to cause any problems.

Life

Best Memory: Becoming part of the Revenant Vampire Community under Santa Marta

Worst Memory: Waking up after being Changed and killing her best friend.

Biggest Accomplishment: Hitting 100 cellphones stolen from assholes at Eventide Coffee

Prized Possession: her spiderweb mug

Favorite Color: Black, Purple, Lime Green

Favorite Food:

-Mortal Food: Mocha Frappe, Triple Chocolate Muffins, Cherry Soda, Monster Energy, Tiramisu, Fried Oreos

-Blood: She doesn't care, all the bagged stuff tastes like shit anyway.

Favorite Scents: Cloves, Cotton Candy, Bubblegum, Gunpowder, Fresh Coffee, Freshly Baked Bread, Coconut, Vanilla, Lime, Grapefruit

Favorite Songs: Hunger - Ayria, The Girl Anachronism - Dresden Dolls, I'm So Sick - Flyleaf, Counting Bodies Like Sheep - A Perfect Circle, Looking Glass - The Birthday Massacre, Placebo Effect - Siouxsie and the Banshees, Amnesia - Mind.In.A.Box

Can’t Leave Home Without: Her phone, her cigarette case, a few packets of blood

History

Birthplace: Santa Marta, California

Childhood:: Laci can remember her fifth birthday where she had her first vision of the future and of the party being ended prematurely. She also remembers starting therapy at twelve.

Adolescence: Laci remembers her first day of middle school -- which went rather badly, remembers going to anti-prom and getting kicked out of her parents' house at 18.

Adulthood: What little Laci can remember of her adulthood, she was working as a barista at a local coffee shop while working with a group of friends on a local anarchist zine. She was dating one of the editors on the zine until he cheated on her and broke up with her on October 20th 1998. During a manic episode that followed, she cut her hair and bleached her bangs (with the intent of dyeing them purple). She and her best friend were kidnapped by a vampire outside a local goth club on Halloween.The vampire would turn Laci and leave Amy in the room with her to kill during her first feeding. The trauma of her change (which occurred fully within only three hours) and subsequently murdering her best friend seems to have induced age regression and severe amnesia in Laci. She cannot recall the name or appearance of her Sire or even the majority of her life, outside of small snippets from here and there.

Recent: Laci has been living in Santa Marta in the Revenant Community since they found her in 2002. It's not sure if she's actually part of the Revenant bloodline or not but they don't really care about that. She's got a small apartment in Bram Park, not far from the Sidetracks bar, which contains one of the main entrances to the Underground.

Relationships

Family: Sanity (Adopted Sister, a fellow vampire)

Lovers: None

Friends: Art ??? (a local hacker and vampire), Alex Hyde (Revenant Vampire, clubbing and goth buddy), Louis DeFantome (Siren Vampire, local goth artist), Maggie Rodriguez (Local Witch)

Enemies: Amy (Ghost, haunting), Ella DuChamps (Local cultist), The Myriad Eyes (???)

Acquaintances: ???

Resources

Income: Working Poor

Vehicles: None

Residences: A 1br/1ba apartment in the attic of a Victorian house that's been converted into a triplex in the Bram Park neighborhood.

[im-gay-and-mentally-unstable]

~Vampire! Nicphie Au~

Sophie was bored. Not in the way she felt most of the time, the curse of being centuries old, she was horrendously, unexplainably, unorthodoxly bored. She wanted to scream, to destroy, to set fire to her mansion and never look back, to do something that wasn't so plain and mundane. Instead, she sat next to the window in her bedroom, nails tapping on the surface. As she watched the pouring rain, quickly turning into a storm, she wished for a miracle.

Where were the good old days? She yearned for them. The rush, the pretence, the intrigue, the bloodshed. Life now was, to the liking of the ordinary folk, more peaceful. And she detested it. Blood and death had their magnetism. She didn't expect their simple little brains to comprehend it, of course.

But there were days where she was worshipped as a goddess. People brought her their treasures just for the price of a small smile, she seduced monarchs, then drained them of blood and left with their finest jewellery. And now she was forgotten, a mere monster in the face of mortals.

It was just her and the stupid, dilapidating mansion she spent all her time stuck in. She had to lower herself to drinking the utterly disgusting animal blood, since the hunt for prey became too dangerous. To her misfortune, people didn't just come to her gates and wait to get slaughtered.

Well, they usually didn't. But now, the universe has listened to her pleas and sent her a fun thing to play with. Before her door stood a woman, tall and muscular, curiously inspecting the Victorian architecture of the house.

Sophie's expression brightened, she was delighted by the turn of events. She almost jumped to her feet in anticipation of a feast, but then stopped herself and regained her dignity and composure. “Just nice and easy darling, you can't scare her away,” she told herself as she reapplied her lipstick and fixed her hair and graciously came down the stairs. She was sure she was a sight to behold, even though she's never seen herself in mirrors.

As she opened the front door, the woman didn't seem to be bothered even a slightest bit.

“Well hello darling, may I ask what are you doing here?” asked Sophie, trying to make her voice as pleasant as possible.

“Trying not to get hit by a lightening,” said the woman sarcastically.

“A truly spectacular idea. I was thinking about why are you on my porch though.”

“Oh. Of course. I can leave if you want me to, I just assumed this house was abandoned. I wanted to hide from the storm.”

“Why don't you come inside? It's too cold for you here.”

She hesitated, but then gratefully accepted the invite, she was already soaking and shivering.

“Don't worry, darling, I don't bite,” said Sophie, smirking at her own joke.

Sophie finally managed to get a good look on her as she took off her coat and hat. She forgot just how mesmerizing humans were. How soft her skin looked to touch, how lively and gleaming her eyes were, how she smelled like black coffee and old books...

No. Not all humans were quite as charming, that was for sure. She hoped her blood would taste at least half as good as she smelled like.

She wanted to try already, but she contained herself. All the good things need time, right?

“So, what's your name, darling?”

“Nicola.”

“Pleasure to meet you. I'm Sophie. Would you like some tea?”

“Isn't it too late for tea?”

“That's where you are mistaken, it's never too late for tea.”

“Really, I don't want to cause you any trouble.”

“Oh no, don't worry, it's a pleasure to have a visitor. I'm quite lonely here.”

Nicola already wasn't paying attention to her, she was curiously inspecting Sopie's long time collection of books and paintings, most of them centuries old. She definitely was going to stay for a while.

Sophie guided her to the dining hall, also used as a ballroom before, in its long-gone glorious times, and let her seat herself as she walked into the kitchen. The shrivelled, old silhouette of her servant stood there, his face blank and eyes empty. He was the only one now, before, she had plenty of them, ready to make her tiniest frivolous wishes come true, but they were gone now, died of having too much of their blood removed or old age.

“Make us some tea, will you?”

The man nodded.

“Good.” Sophie already begun walking away. Just looking at him disgusted her, she despised old people, she always did, maybe because she was eternally young and beautiful and was scared of being like them one day. But there was no way she would and it kept her satisfied.

When she came back, Nicola was inspecting the gramophone Sophie kept at one of her shelves.

“It's a bit dusty but it still should work,” she nonchalantly commented. The other woman turned, surprised by the lack of noise Sophie made.

“I would be surprised. It would need some serious fixing, it was maintained terribly and it shows.”

“Nonsense, it works just fine,” said Sophie and tried to turn it on, but then failed.

“See?”

And then Sophie slapped it and surprisingly, it started playing. Nicola almost choked at the sight. “You're not supposed to do that.”

“But it worked, so I see no problem.”

“You could have damaged it beyond repair, do you have any idea how much this stuff costs-”

Sophie chuckled. “I bought it. “

“Well, but you still shouldn't be so careless, it's a true rarity-”

“It sure is,” interrupted Sophie, not seeing anything important about it. But then she had an idea. She smiled and asked: “Would you spare me a dance?”

“I don't dance.”

“Truly a pity. Come on, just one quick round,” Sophie gave her the most charming and adorable smile she could manage. And Nicola reluctantly agreed.

Dancing was the room's purpose. It was made for this, even after years of waiting to fulfil its cause. The notes filled the perfectly acoustical room. The pure sound was only interrupted by their footsteps and quit banter.

Sophie couldn't wait for the next part of the evening, her personal favourite. The hunt. All of her body was aching to finally enjoy some tasty food, but she stayed patient. Her visitor was quite a pleasant company and she hasn't danced in years and she preferred giving her victims false sense of safety.

As the song was getting to its climax, they were getting nearer each other, their bodies intertwined. Sophie could feel her heath, the warmth and the softness of her skin, her strong, gentle arms around her waist, her breath so close to her face.

And Sophie realised how striking she was. What a waste is it going to be when she is going to be drained to a bloodless shell, left to die, long before fulfilling all her dreams and goals. Maybe if she lived longer, she could have been captured into a painting or a sculpture, just like the ones that Sophie loved so much to collect. Maybe she would make a good servant... Sophie quickly dismissed the thought.

She enjoyed her being so close and Nicola seemed to feel the same way. Suddenly, she was painfully aware of every place their bodies touched. What was the last time she felt like this? Was it even this century?

As the last notes were played, their lips collided, both leaning in at the same time with the same intention. As their lips touched, Nicola just closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment for a while. And everything seemed fine for a while, just like things were meant to be this way.

But then she remembered the odd, otherworldly cold and the sharpness of her teeth and against her brain's wishes, she pulled away.

“You're a vampire,” she remarked.

“Of course I am, darling. You aren't surprised? That's unfortunate, I didn't want to spoil the fun so soon. So, I suppose you aren't in for another dance? Ah, a shame, really. Now, would you mind if we skipped the formalities and went straight to the part where I make you my dinner? No? Ah, you don't want to die, do you?” Sophie scoffed. “Well, of course, you can try to run away. I'll give you a headstart, how kind of me, don't you think? Go on darling, I don't have all day. One...”

She let go of her and Nicola trailed off, disappearing behind the numerous corridors. Sophie counted to ten loudly, enjoy the way each word rolled from her tongue. She wasn't in a hurry. If she ran after her, it would be no fun, no mortal could ever equal to a vampire. And of course, running in high heels would be too bothersome.

So instead, she strolled slowly, enjoying her inevitable victory. Oh, how she missed this. The joy running through her veins, keeping her wide awake...

She walked behind the first corridor, not expecting Nicola to be there. The thrown knife caught her by surprise. It missed only by millimetres. Nicola lurked in the shadows, waiting for her. Her eyes lacked any trace of warmth or mercy.

“What? You thought I would go down without a fight?”

Another knife flew at Sophie. The shot was deadly and precise. She certainly knew what she was doing.

“You're going to have to try little harder than that.”

Another knife Sophie barely had time to dodge. Her irritation grew with every second. She didn't play games she wasn't sure she could win. And this was one of them.

“I've come prepared for you. I mean, I came here specifically for you. Do you honestly think I just came to your door by chance? I don't want to spoil the surprise for you, but people actually notice if you don't wear anything other than Victorian gowns and avoid going outside at day.”

A vampire hunter then. Words can't describe the way Sophie despised their kind.

“What? You are not so brave now the tables have turned? Or are you just not used to people at your level?”

Sophie scoffed and recomposed herself after barely dodging another knife, puzzled by where did she hide them all. “The fact that you consider yourself my equal amuses me. Well, about the time I actually put in a bit of effort, don't you think?”

She ran at Nicola. With one slash, she was going to rip her throat. It would have worked on almost everyone. But Nicola dodged and caught her hand and spined. Sophie unwillingly ended up pushed against the wall. Instantly, her arm shot up to Nicola's neck. The only thing stopping her from ending it was another knife, pushed against her chest, one stab away from her heart.

“This is quite unfortunate. What now? Do we kill each other?” stated Sophie calmly, fully aware of the checkmate situation they were in.

“That's pretty pointless, don't you think?”

“I'm not too keen on dying either.”

“Great, so let me go,” said Nicola.

“And what will stop you from killing me?”

“And if I wanted to, I'd have a full right to do so. You've murdered innocent people.”

“And what makes you think the vampires you've murdered weren't innocent?”

“You drink people's blood.”

“You eat animals. There's no difference.”

“I'm vegetarian.”

“That's your personal choice. I can't survive without blood.”

“Can't you survive on animal blood?”

“Listen, this is quite a tough moral debate to have and I'd rather not have it while being pressed to a wall with a knife this close.”

“I can't let you go.”

“Oh, am I that irresistible?”

“That's not what I m-”

Sophie leaned in closer, her lips almost touching Nicola's ear. “Really?”

“Yes. I don't want you shredding me to pieces the second you let go of me.”

“You don't trust me? You're very right not to do so, but my feelings are still hurt.”

Nicola sighed. “So, are we going to stay like this forever?”

“Just until you give up.”

“Just say forever then.”

“Why don't we spice things up a little then?”

“What-” The rest of the sentence was cut off after Sophie kissed her.

After a long time of trying to figure out who takes the lead, they had to breathe, well, Nicola had to breathe. “Maybe I'm staying for a cup of tea. Or two,” whispered Nicola between gasps for breath.

Sophie smirked and nodded, pulling her closer yet again. She was going to keep this one for a while.

[wongiemei]

3. Social Darwinism

A rash has slightly developed on your neck where the sun hit it just right without the defense of your coat. It was very uncomfortable but you didn’t let it bother you, instead focusing ahead outside the window. After your shopping trip with Jaehyun, you felt like it was time to go home even though you wanted to stay longer and didn’t want to be trapped in that house.

It’s been weeks since the wedding but you felt like it was longer.

The car stopped, the driver stepping out and walking over to your side before opening your door so that you can get off.

“Your highness,” he greeted before bowing and extending his hand out for you to take.

You gratefully nodded and grasped his gloved hand to step out of the vehicle, adjusting the sunglasses that has fallen to the bridge of your nose. The chauffeur went to the trunk to retrieve your shopping bags and luggage from your trip to France. 

The smell of the daisies and the roses from the garden out back was so strong that you were sure anyone, even without super senses, could smell it.

You loved the smell of roses.

Heels clacking against the marble floor of the entrance hallway, the maids stopped in their tracks and hastily bowed 90 degrees upon the sight of you. As you raised your hand to take of your sunglasses, some of them visibly flinched and it unconsciously placed a smirk on your face.

You’re worked so hard to be feared and you have lost so much to be at the status you are now and you weren’t going to let that go to waste because of a stupid little boy.

The butler, whom you now know as Jun, led a few footmen who were carrying your luggage and stopped a few feet behind you. With a flick of his gloved hand, the maids were dismissed and they scurried away from the sight of you.

“Take these to the Head Maid and she will take them to Her Highness’ room.” The footmen nodded and wandered off to the old woman waiting by the staircase. Jun stepped in front of you and smiled kindly before raising an arm. “If you could follow me, your Highness. The Prince has requested your attendance to the drawing room.”

Upon walking down the hallway with gold-painted walls, you could feel the eyes of the portraits that hung up high. Although they weren’t even supposed to be real, the judgeful eyes of the past ancestors of the Orenda kingdom seemed to follow you and you could even hear their hateful whispers and hisses.

‘Kalon blood, on our territory?’

‘Perish and repay the lives lost of our House for yours!’

‘Dirty blood mixed with ours will taint the House line for eternity!’

The whispers weren’t even there but the creation of your imagination as you could feel yourself slowly slipping away to insanity with this forceful arrangement that altered your life forever. With the gender you were born with and the belief that no woman could rule a kingdom, the only way you could have what you wanted was to ally yourself with your rival House. 

But the only way you’ll keep your sanity is to play wisely and not hesitate to let him burn for the benefit of you.

Pushing open the tall oak wood doors, you were a little startled at the amount of faces when you only expected one, your husband’s. Even without getting to formally know them, it was still your duty as a royal to be familiar with all of them as they were all princes from various kingdoms of your world. From the honey-haired boy to the ridiculously bright orange-haired prince, the only thing that they all had in common was the bright red eyes. 

The stark difference between the twin princes of the Cerilian House was enough to show the diversity of the line of their ancestors. Situated in the Indian Ocean, their kingdom could easily prey on poor fishermen filled with luscious human blood.

Born with platinum hair, Lee Jeno always stood out from the rest of the 4 Lee princes and combined with his defined facial structure, he became feared and his ruthlessness was enough to make him Jaemin’s right man. He was the one Jaemin called first regarding the ambush attack on his family from House Pezzerio and together, they became the most feared duo in the Underworld. Even though he rarely spoke during council meetings, Jeno’s eyes always held whatever he wanted to be expressed and he was known to always keep an eye out for his brothers and the crown prince, Taeyong. Rumor has it that Jeno’s eyes and ears are so sharp, he could easily detect a traitor from across the room. There is no definite answer as to if this was true but who do you think was supplying his brother, Donghyuck, his toys?

Meanwhile, Lee Donghyuck stayed in the shadows. Known as the playboy prince, he often stayed away from his kingdom, preferring to spend his time in Tuscany with human girls to feast on. The melanin, honey haired boy wouldn’t even be thought of as a vampire, much less a vampire prince, due to his soft features. However, out of the 4 princes, he was the most cruel. He saw the world and its people, human or Underworlders, as toys and nothing but his source of enjoyment in this dark world he lived in. Like his brother Jeno, their smile could be saying one thing but their eyes were always very honest, especially if it didn’t reach their eyes. With a dangerously playful nature, Donghyuck participated in the torture of war criminals and traitors of House Cerilian and had a thirst for the look of intense pain from the enemy as he used his lighter to tease the fragile vampire skin.

House Dormir was placed on the East China Sea, extending to the North Pacific Ocean and ending near Hawaii. With the vast territory, their kingdom usually split up in 2 different sections with 2 princes who co-ruled the kingdom. With the Orendian and Kalonian kingdom being smaller even when combined, House Dormir was known to sometimes challenge the authority of the Capital just because of the size of their territory.

Being a direct ancestor of the original line of Dormir kings, Zhong Chenle became powerful even before he turned 12. The death of his King father and older brother urged his mother to make him mature quicker with plans of ascending the throne by his 18th birthday but he wasn’t prepared. Rebelling against his mother and doing anything he can to piss her off, he teamed up with Jisung and constantly did childish things to make their immaturity known. Showing up with orange hair definitely caught the attention of the council and they knew this little boy was going to bring Dormir’s downfall. In came the 3 older princes: Jaemin, Donghyuck, and Jeno. At first, he was being used as a pawn for the Orendian Kingdom and the Cerilian Kingdom wanted to take over his large territory and split it for themselves. But Chenle was smarter than that and he threatened the 3 enough that they stopped the expansion, instead becoming close to the boy after seeing themselves in him.

However, this couldn’t be done without the help of Chenle’s cousin and the future ruler of the other half of Dormir, Renjun. With his quick wit and intelligent way of thinking, Renjun helped Chenle play many wars to get what he wanted. Not knowing if he was going to be trusted, Chenle was suspicious but Renjun has made it clear with his clear intentions as he only wants to rule alongside Chenle. After all, with Chenle by his side, everyone was forced to submit to him due to the power his family has. Known as the Night Raven, after his famous midnight colored hair, Renjun called the shots whether captured criminals got to live another day or not. He knew exactly where someone’s weakness was and would mercilessly torture them with it, all with a smile on his face. Let’s just say, him and Donghyuck get along very well.

Last but not least, the little pink haired boy. Known as the last surviving son of House Vermille, Park Jisung built a strong connection to Zhong Chenle and by association, became connected to the rest. You knew him ever since you were little and saw him as a little boy in the parties you were forced to attend and his mousy features that have defined itself due to his growth. You always remembered him as the boy with the sharpest teeth as whenever he smiled, he would accidentally cut his bottom lip and him sheepishly smiling afterwards. His innocent and adolescent nature made you feel nostalgic because you wanted to take him under your wing since he was so young. With just turning 140 a few months ago, Jisung was by far the youngest crown prince and the least capable. You vaguely remembered when he turned 115, he reached the age of intense hunger and he wiped out an entire French village thus almost causing a war with Metanoia. But, your family stopped the war because House Kalon, too, had territory in France and they didn’t want to jeopardize the alliance they’ve made to the kingdom in the Atlantic Ocean near Languo.

Of course, you knew them.

The perfect plan to obtain Underworld domination was to start a fire in this room as it contained the most powerful people in the Underworld.

All of the boys studied you and you cracked a smirk, crossing your arms across your chest. “Well, hello boys,” you greeted with a sultry tone.

Closing the door behind you, you stopped short by the end of the oval wood table that seated your husband at the head. Making eye contact with him, Jaemin smiled before he stood up and walked over to you, arms wrapping around your middle and pressing a slow kiss to your temple.

“Hello, darling. How was your trip?” Jaemin asked with a sickeningly sweet tone that made you wretch inside.

Placing a gentle hand on his strong bicep, you peered up at him through your lashes. “Enjoyable, but not pleasing enough.” You answered with a smile but grit your teeth and squeezed his arm the hardest you could and his smile fell, replaced with a hardened expression.

Oh, he is going to destroy you later.

“You could’ve told me your little friends were coming. I could’ve came back earlier and arranged for scones,” you gazed at the others who wore faint amused smirks at the interaction in front of them.

Jaemin’s gaze remained on your face and you felt it piercing through your cheeks, “There was a human boy found wandering the woods. He will serve as our refreshment.”

Nodding silently, you took a seat beside Jisung and laced your fingers together. “So what has brought you all to this side of town?”

“Malor just lost an entire noble family in England a few days ago from vampire hunting. They planned to stay in Yorkshire for a few months for vacation but word got around of their true identity and burned their vacation home. The Council wants to know our opinion about it and the family wants us to deal with it. Something about this being a trial run for the future.” Jeno explained as he visibly tried to get comfortable while crossing his legs.

Jaemin nods and he returns to his seat and leans back, brushing his long fingers through his hair. You unknowingly licked your lips at the action and only noticed your behavior as he caught your eye and looked at you teasingly. You coughed and held your right hand out to examine your nail.

“Well, Malor is quite known for their, should I say -idiotic- elites. Vacationing in a country that has vampire stories riding the winds and not expecting to be hunted with no hesitation? Consider me improper but they deserved their demise.”

Donghyuck let out a dry chuckle and rested his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his right hand. “I must say, princess. I never considered you as the deserving justice type.”

You returned his cheeky smile with a wink, “If I were to rule the Underworld, I would make sure the weak and stupid ones were gone first, right? It would be better if it wasn’t done by my hand.”

“Applying Social Darwinism to your court? A bold yet risky move,” Renjun commented, eyeing you curiously.

It must be odd seeing a woman speak so rashly and freely about topics like these, much less a royal woman.

“Our world can only survive if we get rid of weaklings. Sorry, but I don’t make the rules.”

Chuckles surrounded the table and even Jeno had to suppress the smile that threatened to come out. Jaemin looked at you once more and he started to think differently of what he originally thought was a privileged, spoiled brat who only wanted the crown of jewels on her head, not the responsibility.

It was the good kind of different.

“Well, because of that rash attitude, the union of your houses has caused quite an uproar with an underground resistance that is forming in the Capital as we speak. The war from years ago is still fresh in the minds of many and are outraged at the outcome of the 2 kingdoms. Word has it that they are planning an attack and it is even sponsored by other kingdoms as well. My men have no guaranteed answers and no direct evidence for the suspected Houses or whether the attack is directed to you or to us by association.” You eyed Jeno curiously and noticed the strong aura he radiated. It felt familiar but strangely ominous and made you nervous.

“Well, why don’t we catch them now? We know there’s a rebellion happening and we know that they’re planning something. Are we just going to stand and wait for it to happen?” Jisung argued and Chenle nodded in agreement, looking at the faces of the elders.

You turned to him and placed a manicured hand on Jisung’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, little mouse. A lesson about war, it is in your best interest for the enemy to come to you. Thinking on your feet is the best way to win and as a bonus, requires less thinking which should be beneficial for you.”

“So, what you’re saying is, they should come to us rather than us going to them?” Chenle asked curiously, confused by this battle tactic.

You nodded, “Precisely.”

“If they are planning something, it’s only natural for you two to be the target since you’re the future king and queen. Someone might be taken as an exchange for you but it’s suspected and there might be a way to escape that,” Renjun commented.

You frowned, slightly confused and even a little shocked at what they were saying. “Don’t focus on only the two of us. All of you are princes as well and it’s only wrong for you to be thinking about our safety. Regard your titles as you are also a royal member of your respective kingdoms. Any action placed upon you can cause a war and a rebellion amongst the people and give them more power. The last thing we need is an internal conflict that could possibly weaken us.”

But Jaemin grinned cynically, razor sharp teeth on display. “Oh, darling, you don’t have to think about that. If something were to happen to my boys, with the combination of our armies, we could crush anything. I could feel a revolution running through my veins and with the help of them, we could destroy those other treacherous kingdoms.”

“So what do you have in mind, Jaems? What could bring them to us?” Donghyuck asked, lazily playing with a stain on the wood.

Both you and Jaemin looked at each other and you scoffed as you seem to be thinking what he was thinking. 

“An auction. Human auction.” He answered and Donghyuck smiled happily, eager to find more beings to play with.

“There is no certainty that we will find a King that is sponsoring this rebellion but it could give us a good idea that could help narrow it down. We must not be rash about this situation but we must be on high-alert as well.” Nods were sent to you and Jaemin sent you an approving nod.

“Well there we have it! We got a plan, we execute the said plan, and we live happily ever after! Huzzah!” Donghyuck exclaimed, rising out of his seat. 

But Jeno tugged down his shirt and made him fall back on his seat again. “Not so fast, Dongie. We still have to talk about your magical adventure in Milan that caused a few dozens of missing girls’ cases to appear.”

You stood up, brushing invisible dust off of your skirt. “As much as I would love to ask about your insane thirst for young, virgin maidens, Donghyuck, I do have a party to plan.”

“But it’s not a party,” Jaemin remarked. You scoffed and sent him a manic smile.

“With wine, cocaine, and blood? Oh, yes, my love. It is a party.”

The bed creaked as a series of powerful thrusts of his hips snapped towards you, making you whine and gasping for air. Your arms were starting to give out, letting Jaemin hold you up by your waist and continue slamming himself into you. Sweat gathered on his forehead and left his luscious blonde locks to plaster themselves against his porcelain skin.

“I” thrust

“Am” thrust

“Your” thrust

“King” thrust

“Understand?” thrust

A high-pitched whine left your lips as he sunk deeper into you, relishing the satisfaction of him touching you places you couldn’t even fathom was possible. 

Not hearing your response, Jaemin let one of his hands go and swiftly twisted your hair into a make-shift ponytail and tugged you close, lifting you so you were against his chest and on his lap. The sudden action made you scream since he sank even deeper.

“I said, understand?” He hissed and you couldn’t even control yourself, whining and moaning at the sharp thrusts.

“Yes, my king.”

“Good.”

a/n: not gonna lie, this was kinda weird to write and severely overdue. THANK YOU to you guys who stuck by me even though i haven’t updated in a while and never stopped supporting me!! i love you guys!!

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See You Again

Rock au vampire!Yunho

"Wooyoung, why does this remind me of a scene from 'Queen of the Damned'!?" You yelled over the music at your best friend, who was the one responsible for you being here in the first place.

Someone in the audience bumped into you from behind and you were forced to grab onto Wooyoung to keep from falling and potentially being trampled on by the rabid fans who were present for the concert being performed by Vampireteez.

"Watch where the fuck you're going dude!" Wooyoung screamed at the girl who pushed you. To your relief the show was finally drawing to a close and you were anxious for the meet and greet to be over with because you had no idea how you were going to keep yourself from acting like a complete fool around the attractive males that made up the band.

One particular member (who was also the drummer of the band) caught your eye, mostly because you normally preferred drummers and you learned from Wooyoung that his name was Jeong Yunho.

The way he kept the beat going and stayed in the background was something else that you liked about him in spite of the vampire fangs that the whole group wore, reminding you of the aforementioned movie.

"Thank god the show is over! I feel like I'm about to pass out from this heat." You weaved through the gradually dispersing crowd, following in behind your friend who held your hand tightly to keep from losing you, almost dragging you behind him in his enthusiasm to meet Kang Yeosang and Choi San, the guitarist and bassist of the group.

After Wooyoung presented the passes for you and himself he conveniently abandoned you to fend for yourself while in search for his favorite band members.

You sighed in irritation as you aimlessly meandered about backstage.

"You look like you need some fun babygirl. Wanna hang out with me?" You heard a suggestively tempting voice speak from behind you, to which you immediately wheeled around to see who was speaking to you.

You almost became breathless at seeing a tall male standing almost directly behind you, his dark eyes seeming to will you to grow weak in the knees as his black hair accented his pale skin and brought out the darkness in his eyes.

"N-no..." You stammered out unintentionally, feeling small in comparison to the attractive male that made you feel slightly uneasy.

He licked his lips and was about to speak again when another voice spoke up from beside you.

"Seonghwa could you stop feeding off of pure, innocent angels for once!" You recognised the drummer immediately and felt strangely at ease, even with the dark aura that surrounded Yunho or perhaps it was the AC/DC shirt that he was wearing made him give off dark vibes.

"I wasn't going to do anything to her! She looked quite lonely so I figured I could cheer her up and keep her company since the others were a bit occupied..." The guitarist replied with a knowing smirk.

"Find someone else to entertain yourself with! What the fuck we really should find a new guitarist..." Yunho muttered under his breath as he turned to you.

"Don't mind him, he's always octopus arms around everyone he meets!" Yunho laughed, though strangely his laugh didn't reach his eyes and goosebumps formed on the surface of your skin at the strangeness of it.

"It's... It's okay... I really want to go home now..." You said as you shrank back instinctively, feeling confused with yourself or perhaps it was the realistic fangs that Yunho wore that made you feel uneasy.

You turned to look at Seonghwa again but found that he wasn't there, leading to another frown to cross your face because you had no idea when he had left.

"I could drive you home if you like?Or are you waiting for someone to pick you up?" Yunho asked, his tone displaying concern that appeared genuine to you.

"My friend left me and I have a feeling he's probably gonna try to... make a move on someone and forget all about me so..." You blushed profusely and Yunho smiled at how you appeared cute to him.

"But I don't know that I can trust you... You could be a serial killer." You smile, glancing at the drummer warily.

The drummer pouted at you, his kohl rimmed eyes looking through you.

"You're right. I can pay for your cab fare then." He suggested in a manner that somehow made you trust him.

"That's okay! You can drive me home if you want to." You giggle as the drummer appeared relieved to have gained your trust.

"Come with me." Yunho grasped your arm, silently being intrigued by your personality and finding it refreshing that you hadn't already went down to your knees and unfastened his jeans.

The two of you made your way outside, passing by the lead vocalist who gave both of you a bit of a shy toothy smile that clearly revealed his fangs.

You vaguely shuddered at the sight of the band member whom you learned from Wooyoung was named Hongjoong and you continued on walking with Yunho until he made it to his car.

"Don't forget to buckle your seatbelt, sweetheart." The drummer reminded you, making sure you were strapped into your seat before starting the engine.

The car came to life and the headlights cast an eerie glow in the nearly empty parking lot which caused your throat to tighten from anxiety.

"Are you okay? I can take you back inside the auditorium if you rather?" He asked, concerned for your comfort.

"I'm fine." You reassured him with a nod then gave him the directions to your residence.

"What's your name?" Yunho asked at random, keeping his eyes on the road.

"My name is Y/N." You mumbled, feeling your heart race in your chest at the realization that you were sitting across from the member that you liked the best.

"I wanted to remember the name of the first person who has actually treated me like a person for the first time in a long time." Yunho admitted, glancing at your shy face and finding you adorable.

"I- I guess that's good..." You bit your lip while hating the unsteady answer you gave.

The drive came to a stop at your residence and you exited the car with a goodbye that you somewhat hated to say.

Yunho watched you go inside your home and smiled to himself, feeling proud of himself that he now knew where you lived and he didn't feel quite as alone since the vampiric instincts that you were unaware that he had encouraged him to feel alone and you helped him feel human which was rare.

He drove away, feeling confident that he would see you again.