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princessbettina · 2 years ago

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Tulips 🌷Walter Deville x Fem!Reader-The Invitation

Summary: You go about your day each week, doing the things in which you enjoy (garden work outside in the garden you own in the cottage house you have) and even taking care of the mini farm in which you have that’s located across your cottage home) when one day, he sees you from a little bit away, he can’t take his eyes off you, that’s when he becomes your new secret admirer. He (aka Walter Deville) starts leaving little gifts for you in your garden that you take note of and one day, the time you and Walter meet brings a few surprises that you certainly didn’t expect in your life.

(A/N: This was originally going to be writen as a Female OC character paired with Walter story, but I changed my mind and thought writing it as y/n reader paired with Walter looked better. Y/N is the main female lead in this.

Also, there's a lot of use of the words "darling" and "my love" included in this. Mini warning as it gets a little intense towards the middle, but nothing spicy or violent happens.

This is similar to @bi-bard 's work on here. After reading her's, I got inspired to write my own version, or something similar. I love the one she wrote!

By no means, is this a remake or copy of her's. The one I wrote is inspired by the one she wrote.

I aplogize if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes in this.

I hope you all enjoy <3)

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It was always bright and sunny. No rain or cloud ever filled the sky, and when it did it was still peaceful to say the least. Each day of every week was pretty much the same. I would go to school, theatre school that is, then to work, and finally back home to my lovely cottage home. With everyday being beautiful outdoors, I took the opportunity to continue my garden work, which I became very passionate about.

My garden was filled with mainly flowers. From sunflowers to roses that perfectly lined up in a delicate row as one all around the garden.

A few steps away from my garden was my mini farm that did in fact have a couple animals living in it. A golden baby chick that was always waddling around, one pretty pink piglet, and a goose with fur white as snow.

Those animals were almost like my children. I adored taking care of them. That is exactly what I did every day when I came home from a busy day out each week.

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It was a new week when I had come back home from being at school and then work. I stepped outside to water the flowers in the garden when I began to feel as though I was being watched.

“I’m feeling someone’s presence, but there’s literally no one around me” I thought to myself, furrowing my eyebrows as I quickly glanced all around and behind me and even straight ahead, outside the wooden gate that separated my home from the other half, that lead to the hills and empty fields that lead to more beautiful emptiness in the cottage atmosphere in which I was in.

Not thinking much of it, I shook it off, shaking my head briefly and then returned to my garden work and then headed over to my farm to greet my lovely animal friends.

Unbeknownst to me, as I was walking to the farm, that’s when the same presence recurred again. A little ways away from the farm and my house, there he was. Kneeling down and hiding behind a tree that was next to the cobblestone filled pathway that anyone could walk on, passing through the neighborhood.

He studied my every move from when I glided out of my garden and over to my farm and then walked into it. I had no clue there was a person there.

The person who hid behind the tree liked what he was seeing and wanted to get to know me, but he didn’t exactly know how to make the move and strike up a conversation with me. A sudden idea came to his mind and quickly disappeared to wherever he lived, knowing just what to do to get my attention, hopefully.

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The next day rolled around and as soon as I got home and into my garden, I noticed something that wasn’t there before. Moving closer to it, I raised my eyebrow from curiosity when I saw a small golden key that looked like it could open a door, with a few tulips attached to it. I gently picked up the key and tulips and examined it for a few minutes in my hands.

“Why is there a key with tulips attached to it? This is difficult to understand" I asked myself.

Shrugging it off again, I walked back inside to my cottage home where I gently unwrapped the tulips from the key and placed them in a vase filled with water, letting them grow and show off their beauty in the inside of my home.

"Wow, that actually is really pretty." I thought to myself as I examined the tulips in the vase that was sitting atop my dining room table.

The day was finished and soon another began. I opened my door and glanced down and saw a small pile of tulips waiting for me to take them in.

I widened my eyes and covered my mouth with my hand as I quickly knelt down to pick up the flowers.

"What is happening here? This is starting to become creepy." I whispered to myself as I glanced down at the flowers quickly before looking around to see if someone nearby would confess that they sent the flowers.

No one was around. Great!

Quickly, I put the new set of flowers in the same vase with the first three and then headed to school and work for the day.

"It could be a quick mistake that the mailman made. Mix Ups in delivery are a common mistake that are easily fixable. Yes! That's gotta be it" I thought to myself while being at school.

This mysterious tulip situation was all that I could think about and focus on.

Nothing else. This was becoming an overwhelming distraction that I needed to stop thinking about.

I had to either find out who's behind this or put an end to it soon.

Hopefully the mysterious person would confess sooner rather than later.

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It was when I got home for the night when I noticed yet another thing that caught my eye right on the steps of my home.

Reaching my front steps, I knelt down and picked up this letter and with it were more tulips. Of course.

Furrowing my eyebrows in slight confusion as I began to read and try to understand the letter in which it read the following, "Greetings Y/N, you are cordially invited to the New Carfax Abbey manor to meet Walter Deville, the lord of the manor. He has taken an interest in meeting you. If you accept, the meeting is scheduled for tomorrow. Transportation will be provided. Best wishes.

P.s. bring the gold key"

I shook my head in slight disbelief. How was all of this happening so fast? I felt a sudden thrill because I knew I would soon find out and meet the one who sent the tulips. Whoever this Walter person is.

I couldn't help but giggle when the letter mentioned bringing the key, "I was wondering what the key was about."

I went inside and then proceeded to do my fun hobbies outdoors and took care of my animal friends.

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The day in which I had been waiting for had arrived. I looked out my window, pacing back and forth, kind of impatiently as I waited for my source of transportation. Whatever vehicle it would be.

Holding the gold key in my hands, a sudden knock on my front door was heard. I gasped softly and quickly scurried to the door and opened it and saw an older man standing a few feet away from my door.

"Are you miss Y/N, L/N?" The older man asked in a neutral, calm tone of voice and emotion.

"Yes, that is me, in the flesh. Are you Walter Deville?" I questioned quickly as the older man shook his head briefly.

"No. I'm the butler of the manor. You can call me Mr. Field. I've worked with Walter for many years." Mr. Field introduced briefly.

I nodded slightly.

"Come along now. Walter is expecting your arrival and wouldn't want to keep him waiting too much longer." Waved Mr.Field as he turned around and walked back to the black old fashioned Cadillac.

I quickly locked up my home and then followed suit to the car, thanking Mr. Field as he held open the car door for me as I got in.

Moments later, the drive to the manor began. My eyes loved and enjoyed the outdoor sights as we got closer to the manor. My heart beamed with excitement as we passed a few flower gardens that stood out in the green grassy open fields.

I got so wrapped up in the excitement of the flowers that I didn't realize we had arrived at the manor. Mr. Field helped escort me out of the car and seconds later, I found myself in awe while looking up at the manor that I stood before.

"Wow. This place is incredible" I whispered to myself, while admiring its beauty and mysteriousness for as much as I could before my thoughts of admiration were interrupted.

"Miss Y/N, I introduce to you the lord of the manor, Walter Deville." Announced Mr. Field as he motioned an arm to the man who walked down the steps and over to me with smooth, delicate, and quick steps who just so happened to be Walter Deville himself.

Walter was definitely not who I expected, but it was a pleasant surprise to say the least. "Thank you, Mr. Field for the introduction. I'll take it from here." Walter kindly said to Mr. Field as he quickly nodded his head and bowed and scurried away, leaving it to just be Walter and I.

"You must be Y/N? It's an honor to finally meet you" Said Walter as he smiled brightly. I smiled back, trying not to blush.

"That's me. It's nice to meet you too, Walter"

"Oh, please you can call me Walt, dear" Walt winked and smiled more. I widened my eyes and nodded. "Oh, why of course. It's nice to meet you, Walt"

Him and I smiled at each other for a few seconds more, the blush and heat growing on my face more and more. Walt then held out his arm and motioned for me to take his arm in mine, "Come along, dear. I think it's appropriate to show you a tour of the manor. I think you'll love it"

I smiled and wrapped my arm into his and followed his lead as we made it into the manor. The manor was even more breathtaking on the inside as well on the outside. Classic works of art or paintings that looked like art were displayed perfectly all throughout the manor.

Followed by this was a large beautiful cobblestone grand staircase that I found myself barely having time to really admire as I found Walt guiding me up the staircase and through a pathway that led to different rooms.

Walt showed me every room possible, from the kitchen to the grand library, which I thought was incredible.

As we were walking through the large open hallways, Walt glanced down at me and smiled softly, "I would be honored if you told me about yourself."

Glancing up at him, I smiled too and then gently shook my head, leaning it forward just a bit, "Oh okay. Uhmm, what would you like to know?"

"Anything. What do you enjoy doing for fun? Hobbies of any sort?" Walt replied, wiggling his eyebrows slightly as he continued to look at me.

I giggled and blushed, looking away from him briefly to relax my face. "Well, I enjoy performing, you know acting in plays, becoming characters that you normally would never be in reality." I firstly mentioned, looking back over at Walt as he remained quiet but was eager for me to continue talking.

"I guess I've always had a strong passion for performing ever since I was younger and being in my first play in school, Really helped set that goal for me. I should also mention that being outdoors, gardening in particular. I've always enjoyed planting flowers ever since I was child. It's another passion of mine if you will" I smiled more as I finished my long answer about myself.

Walt smiled as he nodded his head, showing me that he was listening. "Lovely answers, darling. It's refreshing to see those passions within you. Speaking of gardens, if you look out this window you'll see the manor garden out there. Please feel free to use it any time you wish."

My smile grew and grew as the excitement in me increased. I was becoming more and more speechless.

"I can assure you that there are plenty of tulips in the garden waiting for you, darling" Said Walt, with another charming wink my way.

I widened my eyes and gasped softly after putting the pieces of the days and even weeks before together. With the mysterious gold key to the tulips always showing up at my house.

Walt was the one who sent them.

"H-how did you know? Wait, you were the one who sent them? You sent the tulips, didn't you?" I asked, raising my eyebrow slightly.

Walt chuckled once more and nodded, "You are absolutely right, darling. I did send you those things."

"I honestly never would have guessed. But why did you send them, Walt?" I asked softly as I gently crossed my arms in a neutral way, staring back at Walt.

"I happened to be in your neighborhood and let's just say that you caught my eye but I didn't know how to talk to you before that, so sending the tulips was my way of communicating. I knew you'd like them. Any flower really. You can say that I was your secret admirer" Said Walt, smiling even more brightly than before.

How was any of the things I'm hearing coming out of his mouth possible? My mind couldn't comprehend the fact that I did in fact have a first secret admirer. Growing up, that was something I struggled with not having. I wasn't the type that people crushed on or liked me back if I felt that way towards them.

Learning to accept that fact was indeed a hard pill to swallow, but over time, I got used to it. Knowing that Walt (maybe) had a crush on me, sent shock waves all through my body of adrenaline.

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On the next (last) stop in our tour, I found myself raising my eyebrow in slight confusion as Walt and I stood in front of a door in which I had no clue as to what was behind it.

Walt turned around and glanced at me for a second, taking both my hands into his, "May I have the key please, darling?" He kindly asked while pursing his lips slightly that fell into a smirk.

Getting lost in his beautiful and mysterious expressions and features, I nodded quickly while stumbling out for words. I removed one of my hands from his briefly to retrieve the key that was in my pocket.

After handing it to him, he let go of my hand to turn and face the door as he inserted the key into the door in which it just so happened to unlock the room.

Brilliant.

Walt quickly glanced at me once more while unlocking the door, smirking that instantly caused me to blush. I giggled and my eyes fell to the ground for a moment, then back up when Walt held the door open for me, leading me inside.

The room was pitch black for a few moments, which caused me to furrow my eyebrows and my heart rate to increase slightly because I could'nt see a thing, that's how dark it was, "What is this place, Walt?" I asked out loud, hoping Walt would respond.

"You'll see, darling." Walt replied with a small giggle. A faint whooshing noise was heard and suddenly there was light in the entire room which revealed what the room was.

Seeing the audience chairs and large stage took my breath away. I knew exactly where we were, what this room was as I instantly loved it. I couldn't help but smile.

"Do you like it?" Walt asked softly, smiling at me. I quickly nodded and continued to smile back at him.

"Yes. Yes I do. It's magnificent. You have an auditorium fit for performers like me and fit for hosting performances in your mansion"

Walt chuckled at my reaction, "I had a strong feeling you might be pleased with it. You are always more than welcome to use it anytime, darling"

I smiled at the sound of that. A silence was heard for a few brief moments, until I heard Walt begin to speak again.

"What drew you to performing?"

I looked up at him and smiled, as my mind raced quickly to think of an answer that wouldn't sound boring or repetitive to him. "Oh uhmm, I guess ever since being in grade school and taking the drama classes there and being in the drama club really sparked my interest. Being on that stage alongside my friends as we pretended to be characters that we're usually not was a lot of fun for me." I said softly while smiling, my heart began to race, hoping that I didn't say too much to Walt.

He smiled and nodded his head while still looking at me, "Good answer. I think it brought a lot of happiness to your friends that you feel that way."

I nodded too while chuckling. "You're too kind. I really appreciate that, Walt."

"This auditorium, along with the garden is yours, darling. Everything in the manor here is yours. I hope I'll someday get to see you perform." Stated Walt as he playfully smirked again, causing me to blush uncontrollably.

"Perhaps you could even teach me how to perform." Walt suggested, which made me furrow my eyebrows in a playful way as a giggle escaped my lips.

"You really want acting lessons from me? I mean, I could give it a try,but I'm not an acting coach" I giggled playfully while clasping my hands together while looking at Walt.

"You and I just met, taking lessons from a complete stranger isn't ideal. Besides I don't think I'm very good at performing anyway" I admitted, slowly turning my head away from him for a second.

Walt shook his head in disagreement, "I don't think that's true. Give it time, I'm sure you'll feel like you and I have known each other a lot longer. You shouldn't doubt yourself on something you're passionate about. Please for me?" Walt said with softness in his voice.

I turned back to face him and blushed after hearing everything he just told me. I had no idea what to say. I glanced down at the floor for a moment, then back at Walt.

"I think that can be arranged, Walt. But I am curious though, why do you have this beautifully built performing auditorium if you don't use it?" I asked curiously. Walt pursed his lips playfully again.

"If you can believe this, when I was child, I too was a big fan of the arts. That goes for all art forms like painting, pottery, musical, and theatre. There was one instance where I found myself standing on a stage alone like this one here," Walt motioned over to the stage that was a few steps away from us.

"There was no crowd but seeing the empty chairs and imagining what an actual crowd of people would be like for me made me fascinated in that art form. Unfortunately, I knew I wasn't good at performing, my skills weren't there. I know yours are though, that's why I want you to teach me, darling" Said Walt, as he gently grabbed hold of my hands and led me to the middle of the stage, where he and I leaned against, standing next to one another.

Hearing everything that Walt said made my heart flutter. I think I was starting to fall more for Walt. I hope he will be there to catch me when I make my final leap.

"All of what you said is extremely heartwarming, Walt. I want to teach you, but we still literally met today. Wouldn't you want to get to know me for a bit longer? You know, for a few more days at least?" I asked while fiddling with my fingers as Walt chuckled softly.

"Within these few hours of spending with you has made me already feel like we both know each other. Can't you feel the connection, darling?" He asked in a soft tone while slowly leaning towards me.

I could start to feel my face start to burn from blush when he got closer to me. All I could do was nod my head, my mind was spinning. What was Walt doing? Was what I thought going to happen next?

"Y-yes I think I'm starting to feel it, Walt. I think I've come to the conclusion that you're really great." I smiled as my eyes glanced down at the ground for a second. My eyes picked back up when I felt Walt's hands gently on top of my cheeks, causing me to blush once more.

"I also think you're really great too, darling." Walt softly replied as his hands gently caressed my face, his thumb gently rubbed against one part of my face, causing my heart to beat extremely fast.

Walt kept leaning forward, the tips of our noses touched as his lips were centimeters away from mine. "May I kiss you, darling?" He asked softly. I nodded my head and felt my heart want to leap out of my chest.

"Yes" I quickly whispered. Walt closed his eyes and gently pressed his lips to mine, kissing me which I had never ever experienced before. I wanted this magical feeling to last for as long as possible. This wasn't what I expected to feel as my first kiss, but it was one that I was head over heels for, instantly loving it, trying to hold onto the feeling forever.

As the kiss deepened, Walt had gently rested his hand atop of my arm when I felt what felt like him poking and pinching my arm and the skin around it. I gently pulled away from the kiss and gasped softly after feeling the pinching.

"Hey? What was that for?" I hissed while grabbing hold of my upper arm and then furrowed my eyebrows up at Walt.

"I am so sorry, my love. I didn't mean to do that on purpose. I guess I got too ahead of myself there." He admitted with a slight chuckle. His hands were holding mine briefly.

Taking one of his hands, I lifted it up and examined it as my eyes widened when I saw and studied these bright red monster-like claws that took over his human fingernails. What was going on here?

I furrowed my eyebrows once more up at Walt as I still held his hand, "W-what are these, Walt?"

Walt took a deep breath as he looked straight into my eyes, "Now, my love please believe me when I say it's nothing to worry about. Not even to be afraid of either. I can reassure you that I will never use them to hurt you in any way." His hand is still holding mine.

I tried slowly backing out of his grasp but he didn't budge. Acknowledging my attempt to escape, Walt remained calm as his thumb rubbed against the top of my wrist, hoping that would calm me down.

Of course it did.

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I would have fought more but I had no idea what Walt was capable of and I really didn't want to get on his bad side. Taking a few deep breaths as I relaxed in his touch. My mind began to spin again. I had no idea what to think of it all.

My body was filling up with both fear and adrenaline, like heavy waves of water crashing along the shore rapidly.

"Are you afraid, my love?" Walt asked quietly. I glanced up at him while shaking my head, "I'm not afraid. Of course not."

Walt gently let go of my hand, which allowed me to pull back and hold on it with my other hand, near my chest.

"Y/n" Walt began with a calm but stern tone while walking to the other side of me and the stage.

"I can sense a little bit of fear in you. You don't have anything to fear, I am not going to hurt you. You are going to be just fine with me, under my protection, darling."

There was a slight pause, I was still trying to understand it all. Nothing was ringing any familiar bell in my brain. Walt and I locked eyes with one another, "What are you?" I asked in a soft whisper.

Walt leaned towards me for a moment while smirking, and that's when I could feel the heat grow on my face just a little bit again, the same as before the secrets were revealed.

"Why don't I just show you,darling." Walt quickly replied and smirked a little bit more for a moment, which then turned into him opening his mouth, revealing and showing his two pointed and sharp vampire fangs.

The heat on my face grew when my eyes saw his fangs. I covered my mouth with my hand for a brief moment.

"Y-you're a vampire?" I asked in a soft tone. Walt smirked again while closing his mouth and nodded.

My whole life I've always been fascinated with the concept of vampires. But that was always in stories and films. I was told that vampires don't exist.

Man, was I wrong! But I think it's horrifyingly cool in reality.

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"My love, you're a part of the family now. I strongly believe that one day, very soon, you'll be a vampire like me, too." Asserted Walt as he gently held my hands once more. I widened my eyes and was taken back by the powerful statement he said.

"I'm sorry what? Me, be a vampire like you?" I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows up at Walt as he simply nodded at me once more.

I shook my head in disapproval, "I think this is all amazing and breathtaking, Walt but I don't think I have what it takes to be a vampire. I'm so sorry." I pulled my hands away from him and began to walk towards the auditorium doors. Walt stood where he was, watching me walk away with slight worry in his eyes.

I only made it inches away from fully exiting when I was stopped right in front of Mr. Field. "Oh, hi again Mr. Field. Would it be alright if you took me home now?" I asked, hoping he would follow through.

Mr. Field shook his head, "Apologizes Miss Y/n, but I am unable to do that request."

I closed my eyes and brought my hands to my chest, fighting back and holding back my tears that I felt forming in my eyes. I slowly turned back around to see Walt, but he was gone.

I didn't hear or see him leave. This was confusing. Furrowing my eyebrows at the empty spot in which Walt stood once before, I quickly turned my head and body back towards the door, attempting to leave the auditorium when I gasped loudly.

"My love,please don't leave. This is your home now. I promise you my full protection. You are completely safe with me. I will not hurt you." Walt softly assured me as he magically appeared right in front of me, resting his hands on my arms that were held in front of me, fighting to not get too close to him.

"Please just listen to me. Please, darling" Walt cried out, getting me to stop and stand still, taking deep breaths as I looked into his eyes. He rested his hand atop of my shoulder.

"What about my home? My school and work? I have a family who I care about very much. I need to go back to them sometime soon" I questioned softly. My heart and mind burned while awaiting his response.

"Your family can visit you anytime. You don't have to say goodbye to them, darling. You don't have to say goodbye to that life. Everything will remain the same." Said Walt, reassuring me again. He began rubbing my shoulder with his thumb briefly.

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I closed my eyes once more and felt a few tears start to fall down my cheeks. I was totally overwhelmed by everything I was being told. I wanted to go through it, but I was terrified of the whole transformation process.

"Hey, hey, hey. Y/n, it's okay. You're safe with me." Walt softly spoke against my ear and planted a kiss on my cheek.

His kiss on my cheek began to sooth my scared emotions down. I blushed as his lips remained on my cheek for a few brief moments, "I am being totally truthful and honest with you, my love. Please believe me. I wanted to tell you right away, instead of keeping it a secret and having you find out on your own." Walt admitted as he kissed my cheek once more before gently holding my chin with the tips of his fingers.

I continued to take deep breaths and nodded my head. I guess this is a childhood dream come true for me. Meeting a real vampire,falling in love with him, and becoming a vampire myself has always fascinated me.

What? It's true! Haha

All in all, I don't care about the secrets of what Walt is and what lies within the manor. All I truly care about is Walt and being with him everyday, and being under his wing.

I glanced up and into Walt's eyes as he looked into mine, a small smile began to show upon my face, "Walt. I thought about it and I changed my mind. I think being alongside you and being a vampire is okay to me. It's not so bad anymore. I'll stay, I promise."

Walt smiled brightly after hearing what I told him, "Yes? You will? That's wonderful, love. Thank you!" He pulled me in for a warm hug as I hugged him back, resting my head on his shoulder and blushed when I felt his lips kiss my neck gently.

From this happy and romantic time, Walt politely waved Mr. Field off, allowing him to leave and go about his business. He did just that, bowing before Walt and I and then exiting out of the auditorium.

"You are in complete and safe hands with me, like I previously mentioned. Oh and welcome home, my love." Said Walt as he winked my way, causing me to blush again. He then magically held out a tulip that he held behind his back and handed it to me.

I smiled and giggled softly as I took the tulip from him and thanked him for it by giving him a kiss on his cheek.

I swear I saw a tint of blush appear on his face that made my heart flutter with excitement. Oh what a thrilling time to be alive!

-the end!

I hope you all enjoyed my very first Walter 'Walt' Deville fanfic! It was tons of fun to write. There will be more of Walt to come from me soon, I promise! <3

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tawneybel · 7 months ago

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Imagining trying to comfort Walt after Evie stakes him, by telling him he looks like a DILF. Then having to explain what the acronym stands for.

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bi-bard · 2 years ago

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Roses - Walt De Ville Imagine [The Invitation]

Title: Roses

Pairing: Walt De Ville X Reader

Word Count: 3,110 words

Warning(s): kidnapping, brief mention of blood

Summary: (Y/n) begins to find roses sitting on their doorstep. When their given the opportunity to meet the man behind the small gifts, they immediately accept. Maybe they should have offered the idea more thought before making such a quick decision.

Author's Note: I have thought about this idea for weeks. I just wasn't sure how I wanted it to end.

Also, this got so out of hand.

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When the first rose appeared on my doorstep, I assumed it was some weird kind of accident.

A mistaken delivery or something of that nature.

It was a lovely rose.

I even grabbed it and placed it in a little cup of water before I headed out for the day.

I shrugged, smiled at it, and went about my business.

And then, there was another rose the next day. I was heading to work, and I stepped out to find another flower.

I furrowed my eyebrows and grabbed it.

Once was easy enough to write off. Twice was harder to explain away.

Still, I placed the flower in the cup and went to work.

This pattern kept going. I would find a flower on my doorstep, I would place it in my small cup, and then I would move on with my day. I would usually try to come up with some reason for this all happening, but it was becoming more difficult as time went on.

It all came to a head on my day off a few days later.

I had decided to take most of the day to clean. A nice and normal task.

In all honesty, I found little joy in cleaning. I knew it was necessary for my safety and well-being, but I would give anything to just snap my fingers and have the entire thing done. Even with music blasting in my headphones, I had trouble finding an ounce of the task enjoyable.

I thought that I could find much better ways to spend my time.

But still, it needed to be done, so I was going to do it.

At the time, I was going to take out the trash.

I pulled the door open but didn't get much further.

"Oh, what the fuck is this?"

I froze in my doorway and stared at the huge bouquet of roses. It was even in a vase already. All of this commitment from a person that I had yet to even see, never mind meet.

It felt like an eternity before the shock finally wore off.

"Oh, that is just... obnoxiously dramatic," I muttered.

I picked up the vase and went back inside.

As I placed it on the table, a note caught my eye.

I was stunned. A note. After all this time and secrecy, the mysterious admirer left a note. It felt like a trick.

It wasn't a long note, by any means.

You have been invited to join Walter De Ville for dinner at his estate tomorrow night. If you are to accept, you will have transportation provided to you. They will arrive at five p.m.

"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding," I mumbled. "This can't... This can't be real. 'At his estate,' who says shit like that anymore?"

The only good thing that came out of it at the time was a name.

Walter De Ville.

It sounded like a name of old money. Dipped in oil, coated in coal from the mines. An old man sneering from behind his cigar that made the entire house stink, but he would be damned if he had to smoke on the patio. That kind of name.

I never thought that I would be one to allow my curiosity to cloud my better judgment. But here I was, getting ready to meet whatever transportation was meant to pick me up and bring me to the De Ville estate.

I stood outside at about four-fifty. I watched cars roll by for a while before one finally stopped in front of my home.

"(Y/n) (Y/l/n)," an older man called from the sidewalk.

My heart froze. That couldn't be Walter. Could it?

"Yeah," I called back, slowly walking forward. The man pulled the door to the backseat open.

"Mr. De Ville is anxiously awaiting your arrival."

I nodded. "Thank you."

I sat in the seat and buckled my seatbelt. The older man sat in the back next to me as the driver took off.

It took me a moment to speak up again, "What's your name?"

"Everyone calls me Mr. Fields," he explained. "I have worked for the De Ville family for many years."

"Oh," I replied. "May I ask what Mr. De Ville wants with me?"

"He has seemingly become intrigued by you," he said. "I would explain his feelings if I could."

I nodded again.

I watched the scenery pass by us. I made some comment about the trees being lovely. Mr. Fields didn't respond to it. I fell into an uneasy silence after that.

It was a beautiful house. A mansion. There were intricate details along the walls. Stone walls that looked like they were attempting to reach into the sky. It was breathtaking.

What would someone from a place like this want with me?

How would they even know about me? This place was in the middle of nowhere.

I only had a few moments to admire the outside of the mansion before I was ushered inside.

"Mr. De Ville is waiting in the dining room," Mr. Fields explained.

I nodded and followed him there.

The walls were a dark red while the table and chairs were a dark wood. I was immediately overwhelmed by the grandiosity of it all.

"(Y/n)."

I looked at the other person in the room. A man, around my age, stood from his seat and stepped over. There was a sickeningly charming smile on his face. He reached out his hand.

"Walter," I greeted.

"Walt," he corrected.

"Right... well, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said, going to shake his hand.

He pulled my hand up and pressed a kiss to the back of it. I took a deep breath as some kind of instinctual response.

"The pleasure is all mine," he replied. He stepped back and walked to the table, pulling out a chair. "Please, sit."

I nodded and walked to the seat, letting him push the chair in for me.

"I feel a need to apologize for how long it took me to invite you here," he continued as someone came in to pour us each a glass of wine.

"I wasn't expecting an invitation in the first place," I explained. "The roses gave the impression of a secret admirer, so I didn't truly expect to know who you were."

"I am sorry for being so secretive. I believed that it would be a way to flatter you."

I nodded.

"I can't quite explain it, but I found you... entrancing. You captured my attention immediately. I have been infatuated with you."

"Oh," I muttered. I had never truly had someone talk about me like that. I was not the one that people got crushes on. I had grown used to that.

"I hope that I haven't made you too nervous."

I shook my head. "No, no. Not at all."

"Not at all," he asked, raising an eyebrow at me with a smirk.

"That wasn't as nice as I wanted it to be," I chuckled, shaking my head. "I meant that you're not making me uncomfortable."

"Good," he nodded.

Just as he said that two more people bustled in with plates. I stared down at the dish set in front of me. It looked like a dish on a cooking show. Too fancy to be eaten. What kind of monster would I be if I ruined the equivalent of a piece of art?

"Please, enjoy, I ensured that the best would be made," Walt pushed.

I slowly nodded, reaching for my utensils.

I wish that I had looked a little closer. If I had, then I would have noticed that Walt didn't partake in the dinner. He made it appear like he did. He carefully pushed his food along the plate. It must have been a convincing enough performance for me to never ask about it.

"Tell me about yourself," Walt said after a moment.

I paused for a moment. "After the flowers that you sent, I assumed you knew everything there was to know."

"Nothing like hearing it from the source," he replied. "Please."

"What do you want to know?"

"What do you spend your time doing?"

"Well, I'm usually working," I shrugged. "Just a boring little job. It's only meant to pay the bills. But I have met very good people there."

Walt's eyes stayed trained on me as I spoke. To be certain that I didn't get overwhelmed by the intensity just below the surface, I had to switch between looking back at him and looking at the plate in front of me.

"When I'm not doing that, I'm usually making art of some form," I continued. "An old love. Very calming."

"You don't wish to pursue it as a career?"

"I would love to," I corrected. "But, as of right now, I will settle for stress relief."

"Well, I like to see myself as having a great appreciation for the arts," he explained. "I hope that one day I'll get to see your work."

"I would like that."

How had one person made me feel so comfortable in such a short amount of time?

The dinner was full of conversation just like that. Small talk about hobbies and interests and small habits. Most of it was about me. Not because I didn't ask, but because he seemed very good at steering the conversation in any direction away from him. He didn't seem interested in telling me much about himself.

Once dinner had come and gone, Walt stood from his seat and held out his hand.

"I understand that it has been a long evening already, but I would like to give you a tour of the estate if you're interested," he offered.

I grinned and placed my hand in his, letting him help me up. "Lead the way."

His hand left mine as we walked out of the dining room.

He told me some of the history and about the artwork. It was the closest that Walt had gotten to talking about himself.

He led me through rooms and hallways, telling me all about how much he adored each room. Like each one held a place in his heart like a family member or loved one would.

He froze outside of a room upstairs.

There was a pair of dark doors with golden doorknobs. He placed his hands over one of them, pausing to look at me with this small, knowing smirk. He knew very well that whatever was behind that door was going to take my breath away.

"You mentioned a love for art," Walt said. I nodded. "You will feel very at home here."

He opened the door and held it open for me. I barely noticed it closing behind me when I saw the room.

"Wow," I mumbled.

It was perfectly messy. Canvases and paints. I could see all mediums of art. It was all so distracting and amazing. The walls themselves were a dark green. They matched the dark wood floors and furniture. The windows along the far wall were tall. There were bars over them, but there was still enough room to allow sunlight to cascade through. At least, that's what I imagined would happen if it were still light outside.

"This is beautiful," I looked over at Walt, who was simply grinning at me.

"I would hope so," he nodded. Like he had been waiting for my reaction. I shook off that thought.

"Is it all yours," I asked. "I know you mentioned an appreciation for the arts, but you didn't mention making any?"

"Oh, if only," he chuckled. "Sadly, I am only an artistic genius when considering stick figures."

That made me furrow my eyebrows as I laughed lightly. Why would he have this room then?

"I did try, but nothing ever clicked."

"Oh," I mumbled.

"Maybe you could teach me," he suggested.

"Trying to tempt me into another visit, Walt," I asked.

A smirk pulled at his lips. "Is that what I'm doing?"

I scoffed.

"Would you?"

"I could be convinced," I replied.

There was a pause in our conversation. Walt took the moment to clear some of the distance between us.

I couldn't help the nervous laugh that escaped me as he stepped closer. I looked down as his hand brushed mine. He wrapped his fingers around my hand. I looked back at him, trying to calm my breathing a bit.

"I do make you nervous," Walt teased me.

"Any person is more intimidating when they get closer to someone else," I explained, ignoring my racing heart.

"Oh, of course," he nodded. "How foolish of me to assume anything more than that."

"You truly should get better at examining things from all angles. It will help you with your art."

His smirk widened for a moment before he let his eyes scan down my body. "How tempting that idea is."

I scoffed at the boldness of his statement.

He chuckled a bit as his eyes met mine again.

He slowly leaned forward. I felt a chill run up my spine as his breath brushed over the surface of my skin.

He froze just before his lips could meet mine. "Can I kiss you?"

I took a deep breath through my nose. "Yes."

When he kissed me, I felt time stop. My skin was covered in goosebumps. My mind was racing at the same speed as my heart. I had never experienced a kiss that felt quite like this one. I had never had a kiss make me feel so desirable. I adored that feeling.

I tried to savor that feeling for as long as possible.

However, my enjoyment came to an abrupt end when I felt something sharp dig into the skin of my wrist.

I hissed as I pulled away and looked down.

I let out something similar to a yelp when I saw that it was Walt's nails, now long and sharp and dark. Claws. That was the best word for them.

"Oh dear," he whispered. "Seems like you made me lose control of myself."

He let go of my arm just as I pulled it away from him.

I held it close to my body, staring at him in shock.

"I am so sorry, my love," he continued. "I will not let such an accident happen again."

"Listen," I said. "I... I don't know what this is, but I have no interest in being any part of it."

I walked away from him, going toward the door. Mr. Fields walked in just as I did. I felt a wave of hope at the sight of his grumpy face.

"Please, take me home-"

My words trailed off as he turned and locked the doors.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't answer me.

"I want to go home-"

I tried to push past him, but I was grabbed and shoved back roughly. I stumbled a bit, finding myself closer to Walt than I desired to be. I moved backward, getting as close to the far wall as I could.

"No need to be scared," Walt said.

"The claw marks on my arm and the locked door beg to differ," I snapped.

He shook his head and chuckled. "As witty as they are gorgeous, aren't they, Mr. Fields?"

Mr. Fields merely nodded in agreement.

"Let me go home," I ignored the comment. "I... I won't tell anyone about this. I promise. Just let me go and you'll never see or hear from me ever again. You can live in peace-"

Walt started to shush me as I rambled. "Why would I never want to see you again?"

My words died on my tongue.

"Do you think that I plan to kill you," he asked. "No, no, no, my love..."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I plan to make this your home," he explained. "You are going to stay with me. Forever."

"I just met you."

"And yet, I've known you for so long," he replied. "I have given this considerable thought. I want you here. With me. To love and take care of. Imagine it... a life with none of those things that could weigh so heavily on your mind."

I stepped further back when he tried to step closer to me.

"You'll be very happy here, I promise."

"You don't believe that I would genuinely just stay put because you want me to, do you?"

"I would hate to have to find a way to restrain you, but I will if need be."

I ran my hands over my face.

"This is your home now. With me. I would accept that now and make it easier on everyone."

"What about work," I asked, trying to ignore how much my hands were shaking. "And my family? I have co-workers, I have siblings. Someone will wonder where I am. What will you do then?"

"A letter of resignation has already found its way to your boss's desk," Walt explained. "And you'll get to see your family. I'm not a monster."

"Do you want to re-think that sentence?"

An amused huff escaped him. "Oh, my love, I can be a monster if it's required, but I would rather not entertain that side of myself if I don't need to."

I felt that sickening feeling in my stomach only getting worse.

"All I ask is that you behave yourself," he continued. "After a while, I would be delighted to invite your family. To show them the beautiful life that you live with me."

He walked closer to me. I didn't move away from him this time. I knew that I had no hope of escaping him. I wasn't giving up hope. I was trying to play my cards right.

His hand reached up and cupped the side of my face. That charming smile that enchanted me earlier that evening now made my heart sink.

"Why me," I asked, voice no more than a whisper. It had been on my mind all night, but now, it felt like essential knowledge.

"My love, is it not obvious to you?"

I bit my lip to stop my tears from falling.

"No need to worry," he mumbled, leaning forward to press a kiss to my cheek. I flinched when his lips found my skin. "I will ensure that you eventually see exactly what I do."

I took a shaky breath.

"I think we should retire for the evening," he said. He guided me away from the wall and to the door. A kiss was laid on my shoulder as he did. "You will be so happy here, my love."

I feared for the day that could possibly be true.

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Honeymoon (Walter DeVille | The Invitation)

Summary — It’s your first night as Walt’s new wife.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Potential spoilers for The Invitation; literally just pure fucking smut because I’m a slut for this man; mentions of vampirism (including smoking hot Thomas Doherty fangs, biting, blood, etc.); themes of ‘Predator vs Prey’; cursing; far too much usage of ‘my love’; Evie is stronger than me because I would have agreed to be Walter’s wife in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 4,333. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).

Your beloved had always had some... animalistic tendencies.

It was rather obvious to everyone that you were Walt’s favorite bride. Or, now that you were finally married, his favorite wife.

His sharp gaze had been watching you all evening. He was similar to a predator admiring a fresh kill. Despite being surrounded by an endless number of wedding guests, Walt had no intention of taking his attention away from you.

As you thanked Lucy and Viktoria for their compliments and well-wishes, a shiver traveled along your spine as Walt’s clawed fingers slowly ran along your arm. You could sense his satisfied grin when he noticed the effect he had on you.

Walt was getting restless with the desire to take you away from your demanding audience. Bringing your hand to him, he pressed your palm against his cheek before leaning into your touch. You were trying your best to keep up your conversation with your two beautiful friends, ignoring his desperate call for attention.

His lips pressed gently kisses to each of your fingertips before moving on to your palm. Continuing his affection, his kisses trailed along to the back of your hand as well. He dragged his claws up and down your arm as your hand was returned to his cheek, burrowing his nose against your flesh.

His gaze fluttered back to you. He rolled his eyes when you refused to look at him. You were always doing this sort of thing, always letting him know that he couldn’t have everything.

He was fine with your antics. It thrilled him to no end whenever he had to chase after your attention. It gave him time to worship you.

The hand that had been dragging along your arm paused on your wrist. The other splayed out your palm against his face. If sweet, doting admiration wouldn’t catch your attention, perhaps a little pain would.

You yelped as your husband tore a wound into your wrist. Lucy’s eyes widened while Viktoria could only smirk in sick amusement. Turning your attention to him, you couldn’t help rolling your eyes.

With his fangs buried deep within your flesh, his hooded gaze stared back at you with a certain glimmer of arrogance. You could practically hear his thoughts as he indulged himself on your metallic nectar.

Have I gotten your attention yet, my love?

You scoffed with an amused smile, shaking your head at Walt’s desperation. He closed his eyes as he continued tasting you. He roughly shoved your wrist closer to him with a tight grip.

“I think our husband wishes to leave his own reception,” smirked Viktoria, staring intently as Walt slowly pulled away.

With a wink and a knowing smile, Lucy whispered, “Have fun!”

You bid the two women farewell, watching as they disappeared into the crowd of guests. Once they were gone, your eyes drifted back to your husband.

Walt was solely focused on your wrist. His fangs had finally left your flesh. Now, his tongue ran along your skin, greedily claiming any blood he may have left behind. He glared fiercely when you attempted to pull your hand away. His grip tightened and his claws threatened to pierce your skin.

You slowly began to lean towards him. His eyes darkened and he immediately tugged at your arm to pull you closer. He made an advance towards your neck, groaning loudly when you forced him to pause in his movements.

He had been just shy of his goal. He cursed under his breath, stretching as far as he could, practically leaning over your entire body, in an attempt to reach you. You let out a quiet laugh as his sharp fangs barely grazed against your flesh. He complained once more when you finally gained enough strength to shove him away.

You ran your fingers through his dark hair in an attempt to sooth him. His eyes trailed over your figure with dark intent. He bit his lip harshly as he took you in. You looked ravishing. He met you in the middle for a soft kiss.

Placing his hand on the back of your neck, he muttered against your lips, “My love—”

“Later,” you quietly interrupted.

He groaned, hooded eyes still wandering, “Now.”

“We can’t leave yet—”

“Then perhaps I should just take you here,” he whispered, and then he grinned mischievously as a surprised gasp escaped you. “Oh? Do you like that idea? Do you wish to be fucked in front of everyone like some common whore?”

Your eyes narrowed while his smile only widened. He winked at you and flashed his fangs in an attempt to get your annoyed façade to break. All he received in return, however, was an unamused scoff, ��I want a divorce.”

He chuckled, giving you a quick kiss before he muttered, “Not. Happening.”

You smiled when he brought your wrist to his lips once more. He repeatedly pressed kisses against the area where he had bitten you, effortlessly soothing your wounded skin.

“Do you really want to leave?”

He pretended to pout, though his true feelings were given away by his excited eyes, “Please?”

You sighed dramatically, which he knew meant ‘yes’ since you allowed another smile to spread across your lips. He quickly stood, gained the attention of the guests, and announced that the two of you would be retiring for the evening while Lucy and Viktoria took over as hosts.

‘Retiring’, you thought. Yeah, right.

Walt held out his arm for you to take before slowly leading you through the crowd. You smiled at those who offered another round of congratulations, feeling excitement build within you as Walt led you through the manor gardens.

His grip on you tightened. Plucking a rose, his lips pressed against yours before he placed the flower in your free hand.

Inside, the manor was dark, which was normal. Your husband preferred it so, claiming that it ‘improved the hunt’. Everyone, including the staff, were outside, leaving you alone with your eager husband.

The two of you paused in front of the grand, stone staircase. Walt circled you slowly, eyeing you up and down with darkened eyes. His pupils were blown wide. He came to a stop behind you.

His overwhelming presence sent shivers throughout your entire being. You were sure he could hear your heart pounding furiously.

His claws traced along your figure. The feeling began at your shoulders, trailed down your arms, and then finally came to a stop at your hips.

Your eyes closed. You tilted your head, allowing him access to the soft skin of your neck. You couldn’t stop yourself from relishing in the feeling of your husband leaning in to trace his nose along your profile. Occasionally, he’d paused to leave a kiss or two, fangs threatening to pierce you once more.

He sighed against you, digging his sharp claws into your sides, nearly breaking the skin of your hips through your clothing. His teeth ran over your ear before he paused to whisper, “Shall we play a game, my love?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, unsure of where he was going with such a question, “What sort of game?”

He chuckled deeply, “One of predator... and prey.”

You inhaled sharply as one of his hands slowly traveled along the length of your torso. His large palm found its new home upon your throat.

“Do you know what a predator does when it captures its prey?”

“What?”

He kissed your temple gently between each of his words, “Whatever. It. Wants.”

You shuddered at his response. Slowly, his tight hold loosened. The sound of a ticking clock echoed throughout the room. His lips hovered closely over your ear. Your heart felt as though it planned to leap out of your chest.

“Run.”

You bolted, using the stone edge of the staircase to help you along. You could feel his eyes burning into you, carefully watching as you disappeared around a dark corner.

To anyone else, this would probably seem twisted. To you, however, it was exhilarating and left you quietly gasping for air with a wild grin on your face. You wandered further into the manor, deciding to leave your clicking shoes behind in an effort to throw him off.

With every shadow in the corner of your eye or each creak of the floor, you’d feel your heart race. Hand clasped over your chest, you paused at the sound of slow footsteps. You could see the light of a match approaching from the other end of the corridor. Quickly pressing yourself into a dark corner, you held your breath as he began to close in on you...

No.

No. He passed you by.

You shivered at the sight of him. He had stripped himself of his jacket and tie. His left hand was hidden within his pocket while the other held a flickering match between his fingertips. Slow, easy footsteps, almost as though he knew you had no chance.

Peeking around the corner, you watched the muscles of his back shift beneath his white shirt. You grimaced as you tripped over your feet due to the distraction, tumbling clumsily to the floor.

Walt paused. You could almost see the widening grin on his face as he contemplated your mistake. Slowly, he turned, tilted his head, and allowed his eyes to wander over your fallen figure.

He barely had time to flash his fangs at you. In seconds, you had stood and took off in the opposite direction. His sinister chuckles echoed off the walls as he quickly followed.

You rounded yet another corner and reached out for the first doorknob in sight. Closing the door, you pushed your way into the room. His room.

Of course.

His shoes tapped against the floors in the corridor, taking you out of your realization. Just as the doorknob began to rattle, you opened up his wardrobe in the corner and hid away inside.

The door shut once more. The action was then followed by the click of the lock, trapping you within the four dark walls with no one but your husband for company. Perhaps, if he was far away enough, you could make another escape.

He approached his bedside table. Knowing you had little chance of getting away, he took his time removing his watch before sliding off his shoes as well. His back was turned to you.

You tried your best to be quiet as you eased the wardrobe door open. Luck seemed to be on your side when it made little noise. The lock that had trapped you inside, however, gave you away.

The rustling of his movements stopped when he heard the click of his bedroom door. You pulled at the door to no avail. It was shoved closed once more by the force of his splayed hand. His other was tightly wrapped around your chest and shoulders, roughly pulling you against him.

He slowly turned the lock back into place. He then allowed that hand to wrap around your waist, though it felt eager to venture elsewhere.

Fangs tracing over your skin, he ran his lips from your neck to your ear before he whispered, “Caught you.”

Your head fell back against him in surprise. You couldn’t contain the sharp, startled gasp that escaped you. Your eyes widened at the feeling of his fangs sinking into your neck. Your mouth fell open in pleasure as he ravaged your soft skin.

One of his hands traveled along your body until it found itself roughly cupping your jawline. His claws nearly impaled themselves into your flesh due to his tight grip. Walt held you in place against him as he enjoyed the perfect, bittersweet taste of your blood.

You were tugged back into his dark embrace, falling further into the deep shadows of his room. He turned, shoving you onto his bed with a sinister glimmer in his eyes.

You smiled up at him, shaking your head as you balanced on one of your arms. Your free hand reached out for him, but he pushed it away with a wild grin.

His lustful eyes raked over your clothed figure. Leaning forward, he crawled upwards along the length of your body, easily making you lie on your back as he hovered above you.

His thumbs traced slow circles on your cheeks and temples. Though they still contained that same dark intent, his eyes softened slightly when they met your gaze.

He leaned into your touch as you began running your hands through his thick hair. He pressed a soft kiss to your wrist, and then quietly muttered against your skin, “May I have you?”

His eyes closed at the feeling of your thumbs gently tracing over his eyebrows. You then did the same beneath his eyes, examining every feature of him as he waited for your reply.

“Yes.”

His hand was beneath your chin in a matter of seconds. You encased his wrist tightly in one of your palms. He pushed your head back, digging his immortal bite into your neck once more. His weight was pressed against you, which allowed you to feel every crevice of his strong body.

You could feel blood cascading along your skin as he shifted his position. He lifted you just enough to move each of you further onto the bed. You reached back with one hand to tightly grip a soft pillow. The other wrapped itself within Walt’s hair as he traveled downwards.

You were forced to release him when he decided to kneel between your legs. He smirked down at you. Your body trembled as his tall, shadowy figure overwhelmed you.

Walt was thankful that you had chosen a different dress for the reception. The fabric draped perfectly over your body. He could feel you beneath the dark ensemble as his hands traced along your figure.

You watched in anticipation as his head turned to eye your ankle. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around it. You raised your eyebrows at him, though he paid you no mind as he lifted your leg until your ankle could rest against his shoulder.

Before you could react, your grip on the pillow had tightened exponentially. The other wrapped itself within the sheet. Your back arched at the feeling of his fangs sinking into the flesh of your ankle.

He groaned loudly. Wrapping his free arm around your thigh, completely encasing your limb, he forced you against him as he tightly closed his eyes. He couldn’t get enough of you. Fortunately for him, the night was only beginning.

He allowed your ankle to fall back onto the bed, swallowing deeply and running his tongue over his stained lips. He quickly shoved his hands beneath your dress, pushing the fabric upwards until he could tug it over your head.

His lips met yours in a rough kiss. As you embraced him, he used his clawed fingertips to rip open the bra that covered your breasts. He wasted no time, immediately indulging himself.

As his hand busied itself with your left breast, thumb working against your nipple, his mouth found refuge on the right. He repeatedly kissed your warm flesh. Quickly, he decided to latch onto you with his mouth, tongue swirling.

His dark hair found itself within your grip once more. You bit your lip harshly at the pleasurable feeling, unable to think properly.

But things only felt better when you realized his free hand had slowly wandered downwards. His long fingers shoved their way beneath the lace fabric that shielded your heat. He cupped your warmth, grinning against you.

“Did you wear these for me?” he muttered, not waiting for an answer as he began making his way down your body, kissing every inch of your skin.

“For Viktoria.”

He paused in his affection to glare up at you. Clearly, he didn’t appreciate your fine sense of humor. With an amused grin, you sharply tugged at his hair, causing him to grunt, and then continued, “Get to work, Mr. DeVille.”

He slowly shook his head, quietly scoffing at your antics. Both of his hands drifted to your hips and wrapped around the edge of the black lace. Running his tongue over his sharp teeth, he smirked, “As my mistress commands.”

Your laughter was cut off by a gasp rising in your throat. Walt turned his head from side to side, repeatedly biting along each of your thighs until he finally made his way to your center.

Over the lace fabric, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against your warmth. You tugged his hair again at the feeling. Heat pooled within you as he slowly pulled away the lace. Grinning, he tossed it aside.

He swallowed deeply before delving into you. You cried out, fingers digging into his scalp. Walt paid your actions no mind. His tongue rushed across your opening, flicking your clit.

His claws dug into your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders to keep you still. It wasn’t an easy feat. Your back was arched and your mouth had fallen into a silent scream.

Walt shoved his tongue into you, feasting on your essence as though it were his last meal. His thumb joined his mouth in a perfect duet of pleasure. He roughly slapped your clit and smiled against you when another cry escaped your throat.

His pants felt tight and he moved his hips against the bed in an effort to gain some relief. Trailing kisses along your torso, he pushed his fingers in and out of you at lightning speed. He stroked one of your thighs, finally lowering your legs with your knees bent as they rested on either side of his hips, encasing him against you.

He pressed his forehead to yours, but refused to kiss you despite your pleas. Instead, he watched as your face collapsed into an expression of sinful pleasure.

Your orgasm drenched his hand and he pulled his fingers out of you. You slowly opened your eyes, watching as he held his wet fingers to your lips.

“So soon? You really should clean up your mess, my love.”

He leaned in, returning his attention to your neck, biting a new wound into your flesh. The action made you gasp openly, which, in turn, allowed him to shove his soaked fingers into your mouth.

He pressed his lips against your temple, smearing fresh blood against your soft skin. He rolled his hips into you, biting his lip as he felt your tongue swirl around his fingertips, tasting yourself on him.

He groaned at the sight of you. Your bare skin was aglow beneath him. He could feel himself straining against his clothes. He focused his attention on your shoulder, sinking his teeth into you once more. You knew you’d be absolutely covered in bite marks by the time this was over.

Not that you minded, of course.

As he lost himself in you, he used his hands to bring yours to his shirt, letting you know that he wanted you to rid him of the fabric. You busied yourself with the buttons, turning your head to plant kisses against his profile.

Sensing your desires, he reluctantly pulled his attention away from your shoulder. He soothed your newest wound with his tongue, lapping at any leftover blood. His stained lips met yours just as you began pushing the white fabric off his shoulders. Walt helped with the process and tossed the shirt aside.

He rose to his knees, removing his belt. His pants quickly followed, but not without incident. You grunted when he tumbled on top of you, barely catching himself to keep from knocking the wind out of you.

“Why did you make me wear these?” he grumbled, though his grin gave his amusement away.

You giggled, trying your best to help him, “Because they looked nice.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile when you gently kissed his cheek. He then pushed himself off your body. You shifted onto your elbows, watching as he sat on the edge of the bed. Once the pants reached his ankles, he yanked them off, threw them across the room, and then grinned at you over his shoulder.

You scoffed with a teasing smile, “You’re so dramatic!”

He chuckled, “C’mere.”

You allowed him to tug at your hand. You moved on the bed to kneel behind him. He tightly clasped both of your hands and draped them over his chest, but not before pressing a kiss to each one.

He then reached and tugged at the top of his briefs. You repeatedly kissed the top of his head and temples, watching intently as the fabric disappeared from his body and joined his shirt on the floor.

He turned his head to meet your lips. His hand tightly gripped your wrist and dragged your palm downwards along his chest.

His brows furrowed. He broke your kiss with a groan, breathing heavily against you. He trembled at the feeling of your nimble fingers working the length of his thick cock. He tucked his head into your shoulder, hiding away as moans escaped him.

You pressed your lips against his temple in light kisses. You used your free hand to rake your fingers through his dark hair, gently scratching his scalp as you did so. Through his gasps and grunts of pleasure, Walt placed open-mouthed kisses against your skin.

You traced your thumb over the head of his member. Beads of pre-cum made themselves known. His cock hardened further beneath your touch, if such a thing was even possible. Each stroke sent shivers along his spine and quiet murmurs tumbled from his lips against your skin.

Gently, he wrapped his hand around yours, stopping your movements. He kissed you deeply, nudging you back into your former position of lying on your back. He crawled up the expanse of your body. His hands ran up and down your sides, occasionally giving you a tight squeeze whenever he caressed your hips.

Returning his passionate affection, your arms draped over his shoulders, allowing your fingertips to trace shapes against his bare, muscular back. He sighed peacefully at the sensation.

He only broke the kiss to reach down and grab his length. Your gaze followed, hands weaving into his hair once more. He wasted no time in pressing the head of his cock against your slick folds.

Your grip on him tightened and your head fell backwards. He took the opportunity to lean his slack-jawed face against your neck, breathing against you heavily.

He was so big inside you. And no matter how many times you had taken him in the past, his cock always left you stunned at its size. Tugging at your ear with his teeth, he breathed, “So sweet for me.”

“Walt,” you sighed, “please—! Oh!”

His hips dug into you repeatedly and he grunted loudly with each thrust. You could hardly breathe as he pounded into you.

As you tightened your grip on him, pulling him closer by his hair, he sank his sharp fangs into you once more with a quiet apology, “Sorry, my love. Your taste is impossible to resist.”

“It feels good.”

Your murmured response made him groan against you. As he indulged himself on you, his thrusts sped up. You couldn’t stop yourself from crying out in pleasure with every hard thrust of his cock.

The sound of skin against skin echoed throughout the room. Walt hissed and growled as your blood flowed into his throat. It was almost as though your taste would be his last meal.

He shoved his arms beneath you and pulled you flush against his bare flesh. Hunched over your body, he moved at an inhuman pace, reminding you of what he truly was.

You placed your hand against his throat. With blood on his lips, he bared his fangs with a grimace. You pulled him into a deep kiss as warmth grew within you.

Eventually, he couldn’t keep up with your affection. He pulled away from the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours. He panted as his thrusts became uneven. Moving one hand to your center, he stroked your clit.

You took his bottom lip between your teeth with a pleasured moan. His pace faltered as his climax drew closer. His skin was glowing with sweat as his hips stuttered.

“Cum with me, my love,” he panted. “Let go.”

As his hand continued its ministrations against your clit, the other quickly wrapped around your throat. You followed his movements, placing your own hands atop his, which was sure to leave your neck bruised the next morning.

“Walt...”

He silenced you with a kiss. You could feel his cock inside you, pulsing and writhing with the need for a release. The thought of him gaining pleasure from you struck a chord within you.

Your back arched, pressing your front against his. Walt didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he tightened his hold on you and tugged you impossibly close. Your hands shot around his shoulders. One dug into his strong back while the other yanked at his hair as the two of you rocked back and forth against the bedspread.

A wave of pleasure washed over you. Another orgasm overwhelmed your body. Walt’s thrusts stuttered, trying to bring himself to completion. He continued rubbing your bundle of nerves. Your body writhed with overstimulation until he joined you in ecstasy.

With a final grunt, his hips landed against yours. He shuddered, mouth agape, as he climaxed. His weight all but collapsed on top of you. When he pulled out, you could feel his release venturing out of you.

He collapsed next to you. Both of you struggled for breath. Walt reached out to gently caress your skin. His skin was aglow. Grasping your hand, he kissed each of your fingertips gently.

You could feel tiredness taking over your body. Walt smiled at you with soft eyes. Tugging you close to him, he muttered, “Sleep, my love. I’ll wake you in the morning for more.”

“That wasn’t enough?”

He chuckled deeply, “Never.”

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Imagine Walt creating a library for you in the mansion

"Walt, where are you even taking me?" You say with a laugh as you carefully followed his lead. With his eyes covering your eyes, you were clueless as to where he was taking you. You knew that you were both still in the De Ville estate because you had not gotten into the car and because you could hear Mr. Field giving some of the other house staff their instructions for the day. But that knowledge only made you feel more curious about the surprise Walt prepared for you. You had been with Walt for hundreds of years and with that much time to explore the De Ville estate, you practically had every nook and cranny of the mansion memorized.

You could hear Walt chuckle from behind you. "It wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you now, would it?" He continued leading you through the estate, taking a series of twists and turns until he finally came to a stop.

Uncovering your eyes, you were met with the sight of a door. Giving him a confused look, he only gestured for you to open the door. Stepping forward and taking the door's handle into your hand, you pushed it down and pushed the door open. Stepping inside, you were amazed to find a library inside. The once one-floor room had been made into two as floor-to-ceiling bookshelves covered the walls, each shelve filled to the brim with books. A spiral staircase could be found in the corner of the room and a rolling ladder connected the bookshelf to each other. From your place, you could see how each wall on both floors had its own rolling ladder. Nearing the closest bookshelf to you, your fingers brushed the spines of the books and you quietly read the titles. They were all books you had read before and loved that you had talked to Walt about along with some unfamiliar ones that piqued your interest.

"Walt, this is amazing! I love it!" Rushing toward him, you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him which he wasted no time in returning. "How were you able to do this without me finding out?"

"Well, I got lucky that you don't really go into this wing of the estate. Made pulling this whole thing together easier. Now you finally have a place to store and read all your books in." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Only the best for my wife."

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ballade-de-limpossible · 3 years ago

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« La première moitié en question, on se l’est enfilée en moins de trente minutes, puis nous avons atteint la côte, et là, la vue m’a bouleversée. Je n’arrivais pas a croire ce que je voyais. La route était terrifiante : des virages en épingle à cheveux sur des routes de montagnes plongeant milles mètres plus bas dans les eaux bleues de la Méditerranée. Mais le plus flippant, c'était la beauté des paysages. Tellement somptueux que j'avais peur que mes globes oculaires n'explosent. Un être humain peut-il supporter autant de splendeur sans devenir aveugle?

Arturo prenait les virages à une telle vitesse que la moto se couchait jusqu’à être quasiment parallèle à l'asphalte. Moi j'étais morte de peur, persuadée que nous allions valdinguer de l'autre côté de la corniche et dégringoler dans la grande bleue. Puis je me suis rappelé que je me foutais de mourir.J'ai alors pris trois grandes inspirations et laissé la peur s'éloigner.

Positano est apparu au détour d'un virage. De loin, on aurait dit l'une de ces villes de rêve comme aurait pu en imaginer Walt Disney. Incroyable. »

- Comme une version arty de la réunion de couture, Cookie Muller

Pour Alice

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chefqueens · 3 years ago

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Disneyland Paris (until 1994 Euro Disney Resort or Euro Disney Resort Paris,from 2002 to 2009 Disneyland Resort Paris) is a 2,230-hectare leisure complex in the municipality of Chessy,belonging to the Ville nouvelle Marne-la-Vallée , 32 km east of Paris, France.

Be transported to a world that inspires the imagination, where wonder and enchantment fill the air all year round. With Sleeping Beauty Castle at the heart of this fairy-tale setting, the attractions, shows, parades and restaurants will immerse you in the Disney magic you know and love.

The resort opened on April 12, 1992 after four years of construction and has since been visited by over 320 million people from all over the world.Today it includes the two theme parks Disneyland Park (1992) and Walt Disney Studios Park (2002), the entertainment area Disney Village,the golf course Golf Disneyland,several hotels as well as residential and business districts.

The Disneyland Park (until 1994 EuroDisney, then until 2002 Disneyland Paris) with an area of 51 hectares is the oldest part and the centerpiece of the resort. Modeled after the Magic Kingdom from the American Disneylandresorts, it is divided into five themed areas grouped around the Sleeping BeautyCastle, which serves as the park's landmark.

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Main Street USA begins after the entrance area of the park. Here are mainly restaurants and shops. Similar to the other Disney parks, it leads to the so-called x"hubx" in front of the castle, from where visitors have access to all the different themed areas of the park. The architecture is inspired by Marceline in the state of Missouri,the city where Walt Disney grew up. In addition, there is the opportunity to have yourself styled or shaved by a hairdresser in the style of the turn of the twentieth century. Behind the facades of the buildings run parallel to the Discovery Arcade and Liberty Arcade (promenades and discovery miles). In addition, the official Disney parades take place on the main street. The Disneyland Railroad–Main Street Station,the x"main train stationx" of the Disneyland Railroad,is also located here. By train it is possible to bypass the park and get a complete overview.

Frontierland - This area is modeled after a typical Wild West backdrop. Frontierland is home to the Darkride Phantom Manor, which is themed as a ghost train. It's also home to the Big Thunder Mountainfamily roller coaster, where trains traverse the lake around Big Thunder Mountain through an underground tunnel and ride up the mountain against the backdrop of an old mine.

Adventureland - In Adventureland, visitors can follow the paths of well-known adventurers such as Indiana Jones or explore the fairytale town of Agrabah. A pirate-style adventure playground to Pirates of the Caribbean is also available for children.

Fantasyland - The Fantasyland theme area is particularly geared towards younger visitors. The attractions are designed around well-known fairy tales adapted by Disney. Particularly well-known is the x"Sleeping Beauty Castlex", the Sleeping Beauty Castle in the center of the park with some shopping facilities.

Other attractions include x"Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs,x" which tells the story of Snow White and includes elements of a ghost train. x"Peter Pan's Flightx" – Peter Pan's flight is a gondola lift that flies over the rooftops of London into Neverland. Here is also the x"Alice's Curious Labyrinthx", which ends in the castle of the Queen of Hearts. x"Pinocchio's Journeyx" tells the story of Pinocchio and the boat trip in x"Le Pays des Contes de Féesx" (The Fairytale Land) depicts fairy tales such as Snow White, Peter and the Wolf or Aladdin. x"Casey Jr.x" is a beautiful, x"slowx" family roller coaster located behind the maze.

Discoveryland - In Discoveryland (x"Land of Discoveriesx"), the visitor experiences, among other things, the fictitious future of Jules Verne.

The focus of the theme area is the indoor roller coaster Space Mountain: De la Terre à la Lune,opened in 1995. In April 2005, the roller coaster opened after a conversion phase as Space Mountain: Mission 2 and left the classic Jules Verne theme with the new appearance inside the attraction.

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A travers les Amériques à l’époque de la guerre du Vietnam, de Nixon et d’Allende, 1972-1973 (septembre à avril). Et aussi de Pompidou et Brejnev ; en Argentine, un peu avant le deuxième mandat de Perón ; Franco toujours en Espagne, Caetano au Portugal, le successeur de Salazar, et au Brésil, la dictature des généraux, Médici au pouvoir à l’époque.

Amérique du Nord : Ville de Québec/New York city : bus New York/Floride : Drive away (voiture conduite pour les propriétaires se déplaçant en avion) Floride/New Mexico : Drive away (Lotus Elite) Mexique : bus, voitures

Amérique centrale (Guatemala, Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Panama) : bus, trains, avion (Panama-Colombie)

Amérique du Sud : Colombie, Equateur, Pérou : bus, trains, avion (Lima-Cuzco) Pérou, Bolivie : trains, bus Bolivie, Argentine, Paraguay, Chili : trains, bus, stop Argentine/France : paquebot (Cristoforo Colombo, de Gênes

Parti du Québec après 18 mois de coopération civile à Québec, remplaçant le service militaire, la première étape a été New York. J’avais en effet décidé de prendre une longue période pour voyager, avant de prendre un emploi en France. La pratique la plus économique à l’époque chez les routards était de trouver une voiture à acheminer dans un endroit éloigné. En octobre, bien des résidents du Nord/Est, les retraités surtout, vont passer la saison froide en Floride, et ils laissent les clés de leur voiture à une compagnie Drive-Away, s’épargnant ainsi la longue descente. J’avais trois jours pour convoyer une grosse Buick, et j’arrivais un soir à l’appartement des propriétaires, en retard, vers Tampa. Ils firent un peu la gueule, mais me laissèrent dormir chez eux, pour m’accompagner le lendemain matin au centre-ville. Je trouvai un deuxième Drive-Away, avec une voiture de rêve, une Lotus Elite, à amener au Nouveau Mexique, près de El Paso, la frontière.

Mexique, Amérique centrale :

Tehotihuacan

Monte Alban

Palenque

Uxmal

Aztèques

Mayas

Chitchen Itza

Oaxaca

Tout ça s’est passé il y a bien longtemps, près d’un demi-siècle au moment où j’écris ces lignes ! Et donc les souvenirs sont flous, notamment sur l’itinéraire précis, mais il reste des images fortes, des expériences marquantes. Je me souviens être allé à Acapulco (les plongeurs sur la falaise), puis à Mexico, où je retrouvais un ancien amour des années d’étude, Françoise H., établie et mariée dans la grande ville. Puis le Yucatán, où je rencontrai un Suisse, puis un Allemand en van VW. A trois on a sillonné le pays, visité les sites mayas, Uxmal, Palenque, Chichen Itza, Monte Alban. Et finalement le Suisse m’a convaincu de continuer avec lui vers l’Amérique centrale et du Sud, ce qui n’était pas forcément mon projet au départ. Les Suisses ont l’habitude également, avant de commencer la vie active, de faire un voyage au long cours, formation indispensable. Une autre image, au Mexique, un homme âgé, l’air d’un vieux sage, lettré, qui commence le dialogue avec cette formule : “Usted habla Castellano, no?”, ce qui lui semblait évident.

Au Guatemala, dans un bus, un jeune type avec un Colt à la ceinture, exactement comme dans les westerns. Au Salvador, une rencontre avec une jeune Américaine, en voyage aussi, et un après-midi sur une plage du Pacifique. Inconscient, voulant l’impressionner, je me lance pour une longue baignade dans un crawl énergique. Au moment de retourner, un courant entraîne au large, je mets un temps fou, en me débattant comme un forcené, pour rejoindre le bord. Le soir j’apprends que cette plage est infestée de requins… Chez un Américain installé là, qui nous reçoit pour un pot. Une espèce de redneck nationaliste, traitant les locaux, les Salvadoriens, comme des arriérés. Je le revois encore : “They must learn who we are!”. Le passage de la frontière la nuit du Honduras au Nicaragua, des heures d’attente et de paperasse, finalement qui s’ouvre grâce à un pot de vin, à l’époque de la dictature de Somoza. L’arrivée au Costa Rica, pays bien géré et riche, contrairement à ses voisins, un répit après la misère. Le Panama, avec le contraste incroyable entre la Zone, la zone du canal, une bande d’un mille, tenue encore par les Américains à l’époque, un coin de Midwest, aux pelouses et villas impeccables, au milieu d’un pays pauvre. Enfin la route panaméricaine qui s’arrête à la jungle, aucune liaison terrestre entre Panama et la Colombie, alors que le Panama appartenait à la Colombie au XIXe, il faut prendre l’avion pour aller en Amérique du Sud. L’idée du routard est évidemment de tout faire par des moyens de transport terrestres, l’avion est un échec. Mais là, pas le choix.

Une rencontre avec deux Françaises en Colombie, on continue la route ensemble, pour se séparer au Pérou. Elles continueront jusqu’en Argentine, où elles tomberont dans les pattes de camionneurs, une expérience horrible, relaté dans un grand article plus tard, d’une revue de voyage en vogue à l’époque, Partir. A Bogota, capitale de la violence, les histoires horribles que les routards se racontent, comme celle, classique, du gars arrêté à la sortie d’un bus, cachant une main coupée sous son blouson, il voulait seulement voler une bague en or…

En Colombie

Compagnes de route

Equateur :

A Quito

Au Pérou, un match de foot dans un grand stade de la ville, la foule, la cohue, des pickpockets, et mon portefeuille subtilisé, de l’argent, des papiers, mais pas l’essentiel. Un mauvais souvenir. Je rencontre un Américain, les deux Françaises prennent un itinéraire différent. On doit prendre le train pour Cuzco, un train fabuleux qui passe de 0 à 4 000 m dans des décors vertigineux. Mais le gars tombe malade, une dysenterie à crever, incapable de voyager. Je lui propose de prendre l’avion, il saute sur l’idée et on va à Cuzco avec la compagnie locale. Là-bas, il récupère doucement, dans une espèce d’auberge/dortoir pour routards. Reste le graal du voyage sud-américain : Machu Picchu ! Train célèbre pour la cité inca. Puis au retour, train vers le lac Titicaca, en route pour la Bolivie.

Bolivie :

La Paz

En bus

Potosi

Ce qui frappe dans tous ces pays andins, et surtout en Bolivie, c’est le mur qui existe avec les Indiens, leur attitude non hostile, mais indifférente, ils vivent dans leur monde et semblent ne pas voir les autres, tous les autres, ceux qui sont arrivés après, après Pizarre. C’est comme si on était transparents, invisibles, impossible de croiser leur regard. Les femmes portent curieusement des chapeaux melon, et des jupes qu’elles ajoutent en couches successives. Les habitats sur les hauts de La Paz sont effarants de pauvreté, les comportements choquants pour un Occidental, on voit des gens s’arrêter au vu de tous pour satisfaire leurs besoins, comme si de rien n’était. Des sociétés à deux vitesses, avec les Blancs et métis qui vivent dans le monde moderne, au centre des villes par exemple, et les Indiens qui semblent n’avoir toujours pas digéré la conquête espagnole.

Raison pour laquelle, quand on arrive en Argentine, c’est un véritable choc culturel. Après des mois dans un monde étrange, on se retrouve tout d’un coup en Europe. On passe dorénavant inaperçu, fondu dans la masse, et l’environnement paraît familier.

A travers le Chaco

Contrôle identité

Iguazu

Bariloche

Retour à Buenos Aires, Patagonie

Bariloche est un rêve, choisi par Walt Disney pour imaginer le décor de Bambi :

Deux souvenirs étonnants, dans le nord de l’Argentine, à travers le Chaco, une sorte de savane, et après lors d’un court passage au Paraguay. Je rencontre un autre Américain avec qui on monte sur un train de marchandises, pour traverser sur le toit cette région, on s’arrête dans un village le soir, à la recherche d’un hébergement. Un Argentin nous accueille chez lui, dans sa famille, nous nourrit et nous loge, sans rien demander en échange, une hospitalité qui lui paraît naturelle, envers deux inconnus. Très beau et émouvant, le souvenir est fort et il restera. L’autre est dans une gare du Paraguay, on est en janvier, en plein été austral, dans un pays subtropical, la chaleur est effroyable et toute la gare est envahie par des cafards volants, des gros insectes noirs qui tourbillonnent, qui vous passe sur le corps, le visage, et qu’on a un mal fou à écarter.

Au Chili en février 1973, à l’époque d’Allende, six mois avant le coup d’Etat. Une atmosphère de révolution dans la capitale, à Santiago, des manifestations tous les jours, des magasins avec des queues, des pénuries, une ambiance enflammée, les jeunes avec qui je discute soutiennent le régime, passion des discussions politiques. Je prends un train pour la côte, c’est les vacances, tout le monde part, il est pris d’assaut, bourré à craquer, on voyage pendant tout le trajet comme dans le métro aux heures de pointe. Pour arriver finalement à Algarrobo, station balnéaire de type méditerranéen. Quelques jours bénis…

Valparaiso

Plage Algarrobo

A Algarrobo

Frontière Chili-Argentine en été

Finalement, retour en Argentine à travers la Patagonie, toujours en train, et séjour à Buenos Aires. Je suis entraîné à un meeting politique dans un stade (on est avant le coup d’Etat et la dictature de Videla), foule immense, slogans hurlés en chœur (Duros, duros, duros, que vivan los montoneros que mataron a Aramburu!), déchaînement des passions. Les Montoneros étaient un groupe d’extrême gauche péroniste se livrant à des attentats, notamment l’enlèvement et l’assassinat en 1970 d’un général, Pedro Aramburu, qui avait participé au renversement de Juan Perón en 1955.

Retour final en France, avec escales à Montevideo, Santos, Rio, Lisbonne, Barcelone sur le paquebot italien Cristoforo Colombo, à destination de Gênes. Débarquement à Cannes, par chaloupe.

Passage devant les côtes du Maroc

L’écrivain américain Paul Theroux a fait le même voyage, également dans les années 1970, il en a tiré un livre, The Old Patagonian Express, passionnant, comme tous ses récits de voyage à travers la planète : Riding the Iron Rooster, The Great Railway Bazaar, Dark Star Safari, The Last Train to Zona Verde etc. A la fin, la rencontre avec Jorge Luis Borges est mémorable.

Du Québec à la Patagonie A travers les Amériques à l'époque de la guerre du Vietnam, de Nixon et d'Allende, 1972-1973 (septembre à avril).

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christophe76460 · 3 years ago

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Walt Disney Et l'Église

Un livre très intéressant à lire est « How to Be Like Walt » de Pat Williams. C'est l'histoire de l'impact de Walt Disney sur la culture et le monde.

Aujourd'hui, nous tenons pour acquis un lieu comme Disneyland, mais Disney a fait de cet endroit une réalité contre toute attente.

Il a commencé dans l'animation et a constamment adapté les dernières technologies pour toucher un public plus large et a toujours prouvé que les critiques avaient tort. Il a apporté du son et de la couleur à l'animation et a redéfini le genre en introduisant le premier long métrage d'animation, Blanche-Neige et les Sept Nains.

Disney est passé aux films d'action en direct et a eu du succès après le succès. Il a ensuite commencé à imaginer un endroit où les familles pourraient entrer dans un environnement propre et sûr et visiter le monde d'hier et de demain. Le résultat fut Disneyland et plus tard Disney World.

On disait que Walt Disney avait « un pied dans le passé et l'autre dans le futur. » Il aimait la nostalgie, le patriotisme, le travail acharné, les valeurs et l'idée de vivre une vie d'intégrité et d'honneur. Il aimait aussi rêver de ce qui pourrait être et, contrairement à beaucoup, la plupart de ses rêves sont devenus réalité.

On disait constamment à Walt que cela ne pouvait pas être fait, et cela ne faisait que l'encourager. Il avait, d'après ce livre, une « persévérance acharnée. »

Il Y A Beaucoup De Choses Que L'Église Peut Apprendre De Disney

Les chances sont contre nous. Nous avons nos ordres de marche de Jésus : « aller dans le monde entier et prêcher l'évangile. » - Matthieu 28 : 19. Et nous vivons aujourd'hui dans un monde si sombre que nous nous demandons si nous pouvons vraiment faire la différence.

Considérons ceci : l'Église du premier siècle a eu beaucoup de mal aussi. Leur monde à l'époque, comme dans notre monde d'aujourd'hui, était complètement chamboulé !

Nous pensons que les conditions sont mauvaises au XXIe siècle (et, effectivement, elles le sont) mais le monde du premier siècle n'était pas non plus une promenade dans le parc. En fait, ce fut un moment et un endroit des plus difficiles pour apporter l'Évangile.

Les croyants de cette époque vivaient sous la main de fer de l'Empire romain impie et puissant. L'immoralité était endémique, le divorce généralisé, l'esclavage à l'ordre du jour et l'infanticide une pratique courante. Ville après ville, les prostituées arpentaient les rues et exerçaient ouvertement leur métier.

L'établissement religieux de l'époque était corrompu jusqu'à la moelle. Des milliers de personnes pratiquaient ouvertement l'idolâtrie, le spiritisme et le culte pur et simple des démons. Des temples érigés pour de faux dieux se dressaient apparemment à chaque coin de rue.

De plus, partout où les croyants sont allés proclamer le message de l'Évangile, ils ont été harcelés, ridiculisés, agressés physiquement, emprisonnés ou, dans certains cas, mis à mort.

Pourtant, en trois décennies, ces 120 disciples d'origine se sont multipliés et ont bouleversé le monde. Ils avaient un appel à remplir, une tâche à accomplir, et ils avaient une « persévérance acharnée. »

Alors que pouvons-nous apprendre d'eux ?

Plus à ce sujet demain.

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4th of July Kisses Headcanons-Walter Deville x Fem!Reader

Happy 4th of July, everyone!!

I'm not really a big fan of this holiday, especially because of the annoyingly loud fireworks. They freak me out because of how loud they are, and I think they aren't necessary, in my opinion. Anyways, one way to cope if you will and feel more at ease with them was to write this Walter story/headcanon story.

The scene in the Invitation where the fireworks go off as Walt and Evie get to know each other, which leads to them sharing a kiss really inspired me to write this and the idea of it has started to relax my nerves a bit about fireworks in general. If you have the same anxious fear of fireworks, then I hope this short story fic helps! <3

Warnings: None-Kissing and fluff. I apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

Divider Credit: saradika on Tumblr

When meeting Walter and the rest of the family, and finding out who and what they truly were, you never imagined that celebrating world holidays such as the 4th of July, would be a part of your new vampire lifestyle, but it was.

Yes, when you and Walt officially tied the knot, there were fireworks-both figuratively and literally. Especially when you both shared a kiss or two.

At first, you didn't mind the fireworks, but as the years went on celebrating the 4th, you developed a fear of them. Maybe it was because of how loud they appeared to be? Whatever the reason, you couldn't put your finger on it.

When Walter got word of your fear, he did everything in his power to protect you and help relax your nerves. He would first gently pull you close to him, wrapping an arm around your waist and the base, center of your back as you did the same for him too.

"Darling, it's alright. The fireworks won't harm you. Trust me, you're safe." Walt reassured you, his thumb gently caressing your face, causing you to blush.

You then smile up at him before resting your head on his shoulder, "I know, I know. But the popping and banging noises from them sound like I'm doomed and in grave danger from far away in the distance. Maybe that's why they scare me."

Walter nodded his head, softly smiling down at you. Letting you know that he understands and that your fear is valid, "You have nothing to fear, my love. Fireworks are like a mini soiree in the sky."

You playfully rolled your eyes as Walt and you both chuckled together. Lifting your head up, you gently booped his nose, "You're too funny, Walt Bae. Thank you for being so supportive. I love you."

"Anything for you, darling. I love you too." Walter hummed softly while planting a kiss on your neck.

Another helpful thing Walter did to help you was giving you kisses. Kisses anywhere. He knew just how much you enjoyed and loved it when he kissed you.

When your least favorite holiday rolled around again this year,and the fireworks began, Walter politely pulled you aside, and excused both himself and you from the fancy and festive party / guests and traveled with you to his pottery / ceramics office building, you enjoyed getting to spend time in that room, especially with your husband.

Taking a few deep breaths and sighing in relief was just what you needed as soon as you stepped into the space. Walt, a few steps behind you as he closed the door and traveled to your side in a matter of seconds. The fireworks grew louder from the outside.

"Thank you for bringing me here. I always feel calmer when I'm either with you and in this room, and I'm definitely feeling a slight improvement." You winked at him, causing him to blush and smirk flirtatiously at you.

"I'm so honored to hear that. I think I know something that could help you even more, darling." Walter chirped quickly as he began to look deeply into your eyes.

You quickly caught onto his gorgeous ocean like gaze and began blushing when you caught his eyes shift down to your lips. "Oh yeah? You turning off the fireworks or stopping them all together, Walt Bae?"

"Not exactly what I was going to suggest. Would you like me to turn them off? I can gladly do that if you think it would help, my love." Asked Walter, tilting his head slightly as he continued to look deep into your eyes.

You playfully shook your head and giggled. You knew that Walter knew that you were just messing around with him. You knew he had something else in mind, and you couldn't wait for it. "What were you going to suggest?"

Walt playfully raised an eyebrow and giggled, "Your favorite, and that is a kiss. How about this, how many fireworks go off is how many kisses you'll receive."

You instantly blushed once more after hearing those words your husband said. You playfully and then flirtatiously smirked at him and began to lean towards Walt near his ear, "What are you waiting for? Please do it, lovey." You whispered with pleading eyes, showing him that your fear of the fireworks going off right outside was beginning to creep up in you.

Thankfully getting the message, Walt flirtatiously smirked back at you and got closer to you too, "Ask and you shall receive, darling." Was the last thing Walter whispered to you before he filled the gap on top of your lips.

Your fear immediately washed away and became a blur as the kiss continued and deepened. Walter always had some kind of magic when he kissed you. Maybe it's a part of him being a vampire or something, but you absolutely loved it either way.

The fireworks continued to pop more outside but that didn't seem to bother you anymore, your mind was focused on the kisses that were being shared with your husband and your self and honestly you wished this kiss would last forever.

Bonus: When you slowly started to come back to reality and your ears picked up the loud fireworks right outside, you anchored onto Walt's arm and whispered, "I just heard four of them go off, does that mean what I think it does, lovey?"

Chuckling softly to himself as his blushy smirk appeared again, Walt whispered, "You're absolutely right. Smart and good girl, you are, my love."

You flushed to yourself and felt like your face was on fire after hearing what Walt replied with. This extremely handsome and sly vampire who just so happened to be your husband, definitely knew what he was doing to always get you going, if you know what I mean, and you loved every single second of it.

"Four fireworks in a row equals four kisses for my beautiful darling, Y/n." Walt whispered quickly to you before kissing you again and taking you away from your thoughts and anxious thoughts once again.

#the invitation #waltdeville #walt de ville imagine #walter deville x reader #walt de ville x reader #thomas doherty #fanfiction #headcanons #vampire

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tawneybel · 8 months ago

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Imagine walking in on Walt cranking it to your completely SFW social media selfies.

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bi-bard · 2 years ago

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Imagine Being Loved by Me - Walt De Ville Imagine [The Invitation]

Title: Imagine Being Loved by Me

Pairing: Walt De Ville X Reader

Based On: Talk

Word Count: 1,618 words

Warning(s): author's attempts at flirting

Summary: Walt had always been charming. He spoke in a kind of romantic language. It was enough to draw almost anyone in. He thought (Y/n) was the same until they called him on his true intentions.

Author's Note: This was inspired by a scene from the movie.

WASTELAND, BABY! - HOZIER WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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When I first met Walt, he was like a puzzle.

A bunch of small pieces of information and behavior that I tried to construct into a single image.

He made it difficult. He would hide much of his history behind riddles and vague ideas. He answered questions with questions. He used a charming smile and small jokes to hide anything that he could deem as too personal.

There had been an event held at De Ville Manor. A small dinner. I have no idea why I had been invited, but there I was, standing in the foyer of what I would have called a castle.

I never meant to catch Walt's eye. I think he meant to catch mine. I think he meant to catch everyone's eye.

He introduced himself casually, as if unaware of his status. Unaware of how many eyes followed his every movement.

His words flowed through the conversation like he already knew everything I would say. He knew how to carry control of a conversation. How to gently guide the topic to what he desired they be about.

I may not have noticed it if I didn't watch him do it again with another person just a few moments after speaking to me.

I don't know how much of that event I spent talking to Walt. It felt like an eternity. He would smirk as he made small comments. He would ask questions about my work, my life, my hobbies. If I attempted to return the favor, he would avoid the topic and turn the conversation back to me. I had never held a love for talking about myself, yet I was doing so with little to no hesitation now.

Truly strange.

When he got dragged away from our conversation, I got a chance to truly think about his actions.

He was casual. Calm. He knew that any high ground was entirely his. He knew more about his guests than the guests knew about their host. He didn't seem to use that for power. Just to draw people in. Make them comfortable in his presence.

He walked back to me a few moments later. "I am so sorry. Old friends."

"You are hosting an event," I said. "It would be rude of me to demand all of your attention."

"You say that like you have to try to do so," he smirked a bit as he spoke.

I would have scoffed at him if I hadn't been so scared of offending the host of the night.

"You don't believe me," he noted.

"I have seen your other guests," I explained.

It wasn't a lie. The other guests all seemed perfect. Interesting and stunning. Seeing myself in such a way was almost impossible, no matter how much someone insisted on it.

"And yet, you are the only one that I seem to have any interest in talking to," Walt replied simply. "It is getting quite noisy here, isn't it?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused about the question. It wasn't.

"I should give you a tour," he insisted. "A chance to step away from the noise."

He touched my upper arm, gently guiding me to the stairs. As I walked by him, his hand slid down my arm. His hand brushed mine but made no attempt to grab it. It was merely a moment of skin touching skin.

"And a way to limit potential disruptions."

Disruptions. Not distractions. It was one word, but it was a choice of words that I would not soon forget.

I followed Walt through the halls of the manor mindlessly. He would explain the details but wouldn't disclose anything else. No history about it.

Imagine explaining parts of your childhood home. You wouldn't only say that there was a staircase. You would say that this staircase was where your siblings and you slid down in a sleeping bag and almost put a hole in the wall.

Walt didn't talk about memories.

So, I didn't ask.

"It's a beautiful home," I commented as we stepped away from another room that looked like it was out of some high-budget period piece. "I can see why you have so much pride in it."

"It's not perfect," he replied.

I chuckled as I looked at him. "It's pretty close."

"Believe me, this place would be much better if it were less empty," he said, turning to me. "I have not had much luck finding someone to share this space with me."

I slowly nodded. I wasn't sure how to reply to that.

"Here," he stepped over to one of the doors. I followed him.

It was a study of some kind. A desk, bookshelves lined with stories that I couldn't read the titles of, there was a window seat, and a fireplace was along one of the walls.

"What do you think," Walt asked.

"It's lovely," I replied, stepping inside as I admired it all.

"I had a suspicion that you would enjoy this room," he sounded proud of himself.

"Based on..."

"Not sure," I looked at him as he shrugged at me. "Perhaps... instinct."

"Instinct?" I emphasized the word as I repeated it. I bit off the 't' at the end.

"Perhaps I kept this room because fate knew that you would find your way here," he continued. "Maybe we were always destined to meet."

"You are using the idea of soulmates?"

A smirk tugged at his lips again. "I quite like that word. Thank you for suggesting it."

This time, I didn't stop myself from scoffing at him.

"What?"

"Soulmates, destiny, a personal tour," I listed. "You talk about life like it's a gothic romance novel."

He furrowed his eyebrows.

"You never disclose your past yet want to know every detail of mine..."

"I don't think I should be blamed for you being intriguing," he replied. "Look at you now. You stand with perfect posture. Every word seems so carefully selected. You almost float when you move. It is natural that one would want to know everything about you."

I shook my head, trying to ignore how much I enjoyed the compliments.

"I have known you for a matter of hours, yet I feel closer to you than I have to most people that I've met," he stepped closer to me. "If you were to say that the world revolved around you and not the sun, then I would believe it."

"Do you always play this mysterious, troubled yet romantic character, or did you put it on especially for me," I asked as I walked around the room. I looked at him over my shoulder.

He seemed stunned at my question. As if this had interrupted whatever plan he had. Whatever normal routine he had known had been thrown off by a singular question.

"Are you always so cynical?" he countered, following my steps.

"Cynical or cautious?"

"Have I given you a reason to be cautious?"

I stopped by the fireplace in the room. "Not so much you."

"Is that right," he stopped in front of me.

"I merely have too much experience with men who try to use the language of hopeless romantics in the hopes of furthering their own agendas," I shrugged.

"What agendas are those," he asked.

"Usually getting laid."

He let out a shocked scoff at my bluntness. "I see."

I kept my eyes trained on his as he stepped closer to me. It wasn't by much. If I hadn't been paying attention, I'm not sure that I would have ever noticed it.

"And does my agenda seem to be the same as others?" his grin softened, looking like it was barely there.

I took a moment, taking a breath as I tried to find some kind of answer in his eyes. There was something behind them. Some spark of something. I could have excused it as amusement or entertainment, but there was more. Some kind of darkness just barely swirling around his iris.

His smirk began to grow again at my prolonged silence. "Well..."

"I don't know," I finally confessed. "I want to say yes, but..."

"But?"

"There's something about you," I explained. "Something... different. Almost strange."

"Mysterious?"

I chuckled at him turning my own word against me. "Sure. Mysterious."

"I'll make you a deal," he stepped even closer. A step that I would have never missed, no matter much I was or wasn't paying attention. "One night with me. If I show to be pursuing some kind of agenda that you have no interest in, then you can end the night and walk away. Never think of me again."

"And if I don't call for an end to the night?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

Walt leaned forward. I could feel his breath skating across my skin. Goosebumps traced my arms as a shiver crawled up my spine. It was the closest I had been to another person in a very long time.

"Your choice," he said simply before leaning back.

His whisper had been a quiet test. A test to see if he could pull the same reaction out of me that he had dragged out of so many people before me.

As he leaned back, I spotted that swirl of darkness again. This time, it was stronger.

But I found myself too distracted by him to care.

Too distracted by whatever plan he would have for the night. Whatever image he had tried to paint in my mind with merely two words. I would never admit it, but the mysterious, romantic character was working on me.

Perhaps that was the only reason I had agreed to the night with him.

Or perhaps my reluctance had been an anticipated part of his agenda all along.

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richardorlinski · 5 years ago

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Richard Orlinski : “ L’art n’est pas réservé à une élite

Comme à Courchevel et d’autres villes, des œuvres monumentales vont investir les rues de Nancy. D’ou vient cette idée ?

C’est l’idée d’amener le musée au spectateur. C’est gratuit, il y a donc un vrai partage, cela démocratise l’art. Cette idée vient aussi de réflexions de gens n’osant pas pousser les portes des musées ou de certaines galeries. Du coup, on fait venir l’art dans la ville, à la mer ou à la montagne. L’art n’est pas réservé à une élite.

Cela a toujours été votre devise. Et vos œuvres interpellent…

Bien sûr, on a une visibilité immédiate, pas besoin d’avoir de codes, d’y voir des messages ou de mode d’emploi, on comprend tout de suite ce que ça veut dire. Un enfant de 2 ans peut comprendre. Il y a ce côté immédiateté de l’émotion, des couleurs, de la vie…

D’où vous vient cette passion pour les animaux ?

Cette passion est partagée par le commun des mortels. On a tous été au zoo étant enfant, vu des Walt Disney… L’animal a toujours accompagné notre vie. Il y a vraiment un rapport très particulier. Je ne fais pas que des animaux, mais c’est clair que le côté sauvage, le côté wild , me fascine. J’aurais adoré vivre à l’époque des dinosaures, ces créatures surpuissantes !

Une puissance incarnée, notamment, par votre Wild Kong que vous déclinez à l’infini…

Oui et le Kong est un peu particulier. C’est une sorte de messager, il me ressemble un peu. Le gorille nous ressemble sauf qu’il est bien plus fort que nous du haut de son 1,60 mètre. Et dans l’imaginaire, King Kong est un monstre puissant au grand cœur, défendant les opprimés, protégeant sa belle, se battant contre la pollution. Il a un côté bon. C’est l’homme parfait, il faut juste lui enlever les poils ! Du coup, quand j’ai quelque chose à dire, je passe par lui.

Vous est-il arrivé d’être à côté d’une œuvre sans que les gens ne vous reconnaissent ?

Surtout au début, oui, quand j’allais à la montagne et que j’étais à l’arrivée des télésièges, comme à Courchevel. Les gens se prennent en photo devant et font des commentaires, c’est assez drôle.

Passionné d’art et de musique, vous vous lancez dans le one-man-show sur une idée de Laurent Baffie, que l’on sait très sensible à la cause animale…

Oui ! Je l’adore ! Il est très généreux, très cultivé, il s’intéresse à tout. Il a une grande connaissance de l’art. C’est un mec incroyable. On s’est croisé lors d’un guest pour un autre humoriste et on s’est dit pourquoi on ne ferait pas un truc sur l’histoire de l’art ?

Vous êtes actuellement en rodage avant de vous attaquer à L’Olympia le 17 juin. On imagine que vous devez ressentir une petite pression…

Une grosse même ! J’aime me challenger. C’est un nouveau défi. Vous évoquez la musique, j’ai fait les plus grosses salles de France mais pour le one-man-show, on n’a pas de filtre, on est tout nu !

Et sans filet !

C’est clair. Le spectacle est en rodage et ce partage avec le public est très agréable. Pouvoir communiquer, exprimer sa sensibilité, donner un peu de rêve, montrer qu’il faut y croire et que tout est possible. Le spectacle évolue chaque soir. On donne beaucoup mais on reçoit énormément.

Finalement, sur scène, vous vous dévoilez plus qu’à travers vos œuvres ou votre musique…

C’est ça, on a vraiment une forme de communion avec les gens. Mercredi, une dame m’a dit, c’est incroyable, cette parenthèse m’a fait du bien, ça m’a donné quelque chose dans ma vie. C’est la première fois qu’on me dit ça ! Je vis des choses dingues.

Quel est votre prochain défi ?

Être journaliste pour votre journal, on sera collègue ! Sinon, je suis en train de créer un incubateur de talents pour aider les jeunes à percer. Si on peut aider dans tous les domaines artistiques — même dans le journalisme ! — il faut le faire. Avec cette académie, j’essaie de faire émerger les jeunes talents en France et à l’international.

Sept œuvres de Richard Orlinski seront disséminées dans Nancy du 14 mai au 31 août. Une exposition se tiendra sur cette même période à L’Autre Galerie, rue Raugraff. Et l’artiste sera présent à Nancy le 20 mai pour le vernissage suivi de son spectacle, salle Raugraff.

#Richard Orlinski #disséminées dans #art #King Kong #pas réservé #Autre Galerie

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cantstoptheimagines · 2 years ago

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Eternity (Walter DeVille | The Invitation)

Summary — Walt’s jealousy shines through.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ There’s something about this man that really makes me want to write smut; mentions of vampirism (including biting, blood, etc.); mentions of jealousy; cursing; Google Translate is a gem (Latin... because, well, vampires).

Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,558. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her). ➳ Translations for Latin words and phrases are at the end of this work. ➳ Special thanks to Yoshino for brainstorming this idea with me. You’re one in a million!

His gaze burned into you, dark and brooding.

Walt’s lips were drawn into a line, sealed closed in an effort to hide his annoyance. He tightly clutched the champagne glass in his hand. Next to him, Viktoria cast amused glances between the two of you with a smirk. Lucy, however, was entertaining guests, far too busy to notice the tension.

“He’s quite handsome,” mocked Viktoria, ignoring the way Walt’s sharp glare snapped to her.

“Must you make me angrier than I already am?”

Viktoria chuckled in response to his question. Other than that, she remained silent, nursing her own drink as she went to join Lucy. If he wanted to wallow in misery, then she would let him.

Walt’s eyes returned to you. The man standing before you was some tall, aristocratic stranger. With blond hair and a perfectly fitted suit, the man had been brought along by the Billingtons. And while Walt hadn’t even spoken to him all evening, he hated him.

He watched as the man brought a smile to your face with what Walt assumed to be foolish jokes. The distance between the two of you was miniscule. Tugging at the thin strap of your dress, you meet Walt’s gaze over your shoulder.

Walt could feel heat rising within himself as a smirk made its way onto your lips. He shook his head at you with narrowed eyes, but that only made your grin widen. You gave your husband a once-over before returning your attention to the stranger.

Walt had never been good at hiding his jealousy. You, meanwhile, had always been the wife who enjoyed testing his patience the most. You knew what you were doing to him.

And as his champagne glass developed a small crack within his tight grip, Walt decided it was time to adjust that arrogant façade of yours.

He put the glass aside, shoved a hand deep into his pocket, and moved in your direction. His other hand corrected his tie before trailing along your back, drawing your focus to him just as his palm came to rest upon your shoulder.

“I need your help with something, my love,” he said, fully ignoring the unknown man. “Come with me?”

He tightly squeezed your shoulder. Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were dark and his jaw was clenched. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying your best to feign innocence with a tilt of the head. You quickly bid the Billingtons’ guest goodbye and allowed yourself to be led away.

The cool breeze of night wasn’t the only thing that sent shivers along your spine. Rounding a corner, you gasped as Walt shoved you against the manor’s stone wall.

“Foeda meretrix!” he sneered, towering over you with sinister intent. “You think you can fool me with your tricks?”

To a stranger, the situation might have appeared concerning. The lord of the manor pinning his lover against a wall, hidden deep within the shadows, with an angry expression on his face. To you, however, your position was anything but.

“It seems that I already have,” you shrugged. “You’re here, aren’t you? Or should I return to my previous company? He was so entertaining.”

Walt paused. His eyes narrowed at your carefree attitude, irritated by the sly grin that spread across your lips. In a flash, his fangs were bared and his chest was pressed flush against your own.

He breathed deeply, taking in your scent as his nose traced over your skin. You bit your lip and closed your eyes when he released a low groan. His hands were pressed against the wall, leaving your body trapped in his embrace.

“Entertainment? Is that all he provided?” he chuckled.

One of his hands placed itself beneath your jaw and slowly tilted your head to the side. He then began trailing kisses along your exposed neck, allowing you to feel the scrape of his threatening fangs.

“Think of what I have given you.”

His other hand trailed along the wall. You couldn’t stop a quiet gasp from escaping you when it wrapped around your body. Walt grinned through his kisses as he pulled you closer to him. Your hands wrapped themselves around him as well, one of them weaving itself into his dark hair and tugging harshly.

“And what’s that?”

He paused again. The smile on his lips was evident in his tone as he whispered, “Aeternum.”

“You can speak your dead language all you want,” you huffed, nearly rolling your eyes as he continued applying kisses to your skin. “I still have no idea what you’re saying.”

“Eternity,” he cooed, translating so that you could understand. “It will be you and me.”

Your mouth fell open and your grip dug into his clothing. The feeling of blood cascading along your neck took you by surprise. Walt usually wouldn’t bite you so soon in moments like this. You loved to watch him become desperate.

His hips grinded against your own, allowing you to feel the way his pants strained around him. You quickly got to work on freeing him from his layers. Your back arched as he continued indulging himself on your blood, both of his hands pulling you as close as possible.

Walt’s tie was the first thing to disappear, falling to the ground, before you began to unbutton his shirt. Your hands then began exploring the expanse of his torso. He groaned, finally ripping his fangs from your flesh. He tried to soothe the wound with his tongue while he took off his belt and unzipped his pants.

“Tam dulcis,” he muttered. “Tu semper gustas tam dulce mihi...”

Slowly, you kissed down the length of his neck, ignoring his mumbles. Walt’s hands rested upon your shoulders, unsure of where to put them as your affection traveled down his chest and stomach. He watched with hooded eyes as you kneeled before him. You tugged at his clothing and freed him from his constraints.

His head tilted back and his mouth fell open in pleasure. His large hands landed on your temples, searching for a way to help your movements. Walt groaned at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his thick cock.

His fingers grasped at you. With a sharp thrust, his cock hit the back of your throat. Your eyes widened in surprise and your hands quickly gripped his thighs as he took control.

Walt’s thrusts were rough. Not to mention, you were sure that every guest could hear his loud, pleasured moans.

You gagged with every thrust of his hips, barely able to keep up with him. His balls slapped against your chin. Tears welled in your eyes from lack of air.

Walt could feel warmth building within him. His hips stuttered. With a final thrust, he shoved his cock to the back of your throat, pressing your nose against his warm skin.

You slapped at his thighs, gagging and aching to breathe again. Walt’s eyes rolled back as he held you against him until his pleasure finally hit its peak.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

His cum shot down your throat in bursts. You swallowed as best as you could before he let you pull away. His hands remained on your temples as you gasped for air. He panted heavily, staring down at you and stroking your skin with the pads of his thumbs.

Slowly, he ventured to where your hands rested against his thighs. His fingers grasped at your wrists, tugging you to stand once more. He placed your arms around his neck. Your fingers immediately delved into his soft hair.

His lips met yours in a rough kiss. Meanwhile, his hands busied themselves with hiking up your dress. Your grip on him tightened as he came to a pause. He pulled away from the kiss, looking down at the space between you.

With his fangs out and pupils blown wide, he grinned darkly, “No underwear? So you planned this?”

He moved closer, trapping you between his strong body and the stone wall of the manor. His sharp fangs grazed over your neck. You gasped at the feeling of his fingers delving into you.

Walt smirked when he felt how wet you had become. While his fingers pumped in and out of your center, his thumb massaged your clit. He watched as your expression shifted into one of pleasure. His eyes examined the open wound he had created on your neck earlier, smirking to himself in amusement.

You whined as his fingers left your aching center. However, you didn’t have time to complain before Walt lifted one of your legs around his waist. Your eyes quickly followed his downcast gaze.

You bit your lip in anticipation at the sight before you. Walt’s free hand stroked his cock. The tip leaked with precum, swollen and red. A prominent vein made its own appearance along the side.

And with your legs spread, you were his for the taking.

The tip of his cock met your slick. His lips collided with yours in another kiss as he finally breached your entrance. His forehead landed against your shoulder, mouth agape as he panted at the feeling of you clenching around him.

His fingertips ran over your thigh while his free hand came to rest on your back. His sharp claws were almost digging into your skin. He bared his fangs as his jaw clenched.

“Hoc maturum cunnum...” he muttered, groaning as he kissed your neck. “Fuck, you feel wonderful, my love.”

You opened your mouth to respond, only to let out a loud cry, “Oh!”

Walt’s skin met yours with every slow, rough thrust. He couldn’t resist the urge to sink his fangs into your flesh once more. You could feel blood trailing over your skin as he drank your metallic taste with deep moans.

As he took in the taste of you, Walt felt his self control slowly slipping away. His claws finally pierced your skin, creating wounds that would need some attention later. He was aglow with sweat beneath the manor’s outside lighting.

You took pleasure in his animalistic nature. His grunts and moans were music to your ears. Your hands weaved through his hair, tugging sharply. The sound of skin against skin rang through the air. His thrusts left you gasping for air.

“Walt!” you moaned. “Please!”

He ripped his fangs away from your neck. Instead, he glared into your eyes, lips stained red as his pace only grew faster. The manor’s stone wall was harshly scratching against your back each time he shoved himself back into you.

“You know, I wonder if all those people can hear you take my cock,” he chuckled, still panting as he pressed himself closer. “Do you think they can hear you beg for it?”

His strokes were growing sloppy. Heat was pooling within you. His words had only made your folds become more slick. The thought of Walt’s guests overhearing your sensual encounter made everything feel more intense.

“I’m sure that pathetic excuse for ‘entertainment’ wishes that he were in my place right now,” he continued. “How does it feel? Knowing that everyone can hear you, my sweet, precious wife, being nothing but a cocksleeve for me?”

“Walt—!”

“Walt! Oh, please, Walt!” he mocked, laughing at your desperation. “You’re mine, aren’t you? Tell me!”

It was so hard to concentrate with his hips still pounding against you. Yet, you still found the capability to respond, “Yes! Yes, I’m yours! All yours!”

“Fucking perfect for me,” he growled, pressing his forehead to yours. “Cum with me, my love!”

You nodded, panting with a slack-jawed expression. A wave of pleasure washed over you. Shivers made their way along your spine as you came around your husband’s cock.

Walt’s eyes traveled downwards. He grinned as he watched your wetness gush around him. Biting his lip, he shoved his hips firmly against you, holding you in place as he painted your walls white.

His eyebrows furrowed as he pulled out. You could feel his thick release pouring out of you. You quickly gripped at the fabric of his shirt, head tilting back and whimpers escaping into the night air.

Walt had taken his cock into one of his hands with an arrogant smile. He slapped the mushroom-shaped head against your entrance, listening to your quiet pleas. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he came to a realization.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled, softly kissing your temple. “Adhuc dura sum.”

You whined, “Walt—”

“Turn around.”

His demand was quickly followed by his hand finally releasing your thigh. He grasped your ribcage, twirling you away from him. Your eyes met the manor’s stone wall. Your hands pressed against the rough exterior, searching for some semblance of balance since Walt clearly wasn’t done with you.

The bottom of your skirt was quickly shoved up and out of his way. He then hit your bare skin with a loud SMACK! Upon hearing your surprised yelp, he rubbed his large palm over the area and kissed your shoulder as an apology.

He reached down to grasp his swollen cock. You couldn’t stop yourself from groaning at the feeling of the head repeatedly slapping against your clit. With his lips trailing over your skin, you could feel Walt’s smile growing as he listened to your pleasured sounds.

As soon as he buried himself within you for the second time, he began thrusting at an almost overwhelming pace. He held onto your sides and used his harsh grip to tug you back and forth on his cock. His hips collided with your backside with every thrust. You were that there would be bruises on your flesh by the next morning.

You could barely keep up with him. Sweat trickled along your skin, despite how cool the nighttime air was. Walt panted heavily, hunched over you, seeking another climax.

Although he was still hard, both of you were still sensitive from the previous round. Walt gritted his teeth, eyes focused on where he was pounding into you from behind. He was practically rearranging your insides.

You could feel another orgasm building within you. There was no way his guests couldn’t hear the two of you at this point. Not with the loud cries of pleasure that escaped your throat, despite any efforts to contain them. Not to mention, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the dark.

Cock twitching and aching within you, Walt growled, “Take it, darling! I’m cumming! Take all of me!”

Another climax took over his body. As his release flooded into your tight walls, your own orgasm followed suit. Walt grinned as you came over his thick cock. His thrusts slowed, though he continued to fuck his load into you, desperate to have you dripping with his cum.

He wrapped his arms around you, tugging you away from the wall. Your back was flush against his chest. His lips trailed kisses over the available skin of your neck.

Your eyebrows furrowed when you suddenly felt his thrusts building up once more. Your hands tightly wrapped around his. He was grinning against you as his pace began to slowly increase.

Twitching from overstimulation and laughing quietly, you muttered, “Walt! Wasn’t that enough? How long are we going to keep this up?”

“It’s like I said, my love,” he chuckled, hips grinding heavily into your backside, “eternity will be you and me...”

Latin Translations, In Order of Use: ➳ “Foeda meretrix!” — “Foul whore!” ➳ “Aeternum.” — “Eternity.” ➳ “Tam dulcis... Tu semper gustas tam dulce mihi...” — “So sweet... You always taste so sweet for me...” ➳ “Hoc maturum cunnum...” — “This ripe cunt...” ➳ “Adhuc dura sum.” — “I’m still hard.”

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