#all vampires are kitty cats. to me.

[aquarines]

truly thee helen of troy of vampires

[faunandfloraas]

lion....

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Logan Howlett Masterlist

Pancakes - Summary: Who knew pancakes would make Logan realize he loved you?

Thigh lover - Summary: Logan is just obsessed with your thighs.

Kitty - Summary: You tease Logan over his cat like hair

Moments in time - Summary: Rogue gathered a collection of candid pictures and videos of you and Logan that shows a glimpse of your relationship.

Chronic Migraine Relief - Summary: Logan takes notice that you've been missing and he goes to find you, then he tries to take care of you once he does find you.

Your order - Summary : Logan always knows you

That damn party - Summary: Wade thinks he's Marvel's cupid

Claws cum out - Summary: SMUT Logan's claws come out when he cums (I never write smut so this might suck)

4+1 - Summary: The 4 times you make Logan flustered/ get protective of him and the 1 time he gets protective of you

Chronic pain - Summary: The reader has chronic pain; how does Logan help?

Sleepless nights - Summary: Logan is a heater 24/7

Marry me? - Summary: Logan loves you in his leather jacket, if only he emptied his pockets more often.

Angel Eyes - Summary: There's just something about him

Cat parent! Reader - Summary: The reader owns a cat that is a little too much like Logan; can he get along with the cat for you?

He can't be that animalistic... - Summary: The reader can read animals minds, so why can you read Logan's mind all of the sudden?

Logan vs Spice - Summary: The wolverine cannot handle his spice

It will come back - summary: Logan warned you not to get close to him and now he's obsessed

Purrs - Summary: Logan purrs during cuddles

Nail biting - Summary: You bite your nails constantly but Logan might be able to help

Almost - Summary: Logan feels guilty for loving this version of you

Logan's girl- Summary: Jean has feelings for Logan's girl, Logan overhears her and gets jealous. (Jessie's girl song inspired)

Helping out- Summary: Logan always assumed you got your hair done, when he comes home to you dying your hair he wants to help out

Too Strong - Summary: Logan's girl is just too strong for her own good. He starts to panic over her mutation

Vamp 1 - Summary: A vampire becomes the newest recruit for the X-men, It's love at first sight for Logan (reader is a vampire)

Vamp 2 - Summary: You don't have to sleep. Usually, it gets boring, but now you can take care of Logan when he needs someone (reader is a vampire)

Bad at feelings but deep in love -Summary: He doesn't know how to flirt, he kind of just watches from afar. You try to flirt, but you stumble over your words. Is there hope for two fools?

The break up - Summary: He just left, you want answers. (reader is a skilled assassin)

Clingy- Summary: Logan is clingy after losing so much

Be my good girl- Summary: Logan has the reader sitting on his lap and he starts to bounce his knee while you're talking to Al at Wade's party

[luveline]

If you’re doing requests could you do KBD during Halloween?

uncle Eddie makes sure Steve has the perfect costume. mom!reader

Steve smiles at himself in the mirror. Wren, in his arms, smiles back. 

“We look handsome,” he says, lifting her so her face is level with his own. “I look handsome. You look beautiful.” 

“Hi,” she says. 

Steve turns down to her. “Hi, baby.” 

Avery climbs onto a chair and waves at the mirror. Her fairy princess dress is shiny blue. “Hello.” 

Beth climbs onto the chair after her, wrapping her arms around Avery’s shoulders. “Hi!” she says, force of her greeting sending her pirates hat careening to the floor. 

“Are you ready?” you call from upstairs. “Everyone still has their shoes on?” 

“Dove doesn’t,” Avery says. 

“Tattle!” Dove cries, a picture of fury in her kitty cat onesie, her glued-on whiskers twitching fiercely.

“Well, you don’t.” 

“My toes are warm,” Dove whines, thrusting herself at Steve’s legs. “Daddy, she’s telling on me.” 

“I know, and now you’re telling on her. You’re my little band of tattle-tales, I don’t love it.” Steve smooths along Wren’s face with his finger and takes in a breath big enough to fill his lungs. “Can you let Beth put your shoes back on?” 

“No.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

You fit Dove into her shoes and get the kids to the car. Four car seats is tough work but nothing you can’t handle, and you’re still in chipper spirits when you arrive at the Munson house. It’s decked out in cobwebs and great big spiders made of tinsel and bendy framing, carved pumpkins leading up the steps with fleshy teeth and candles unburned in their maws. Wren gives a comical gasp when she sees it all, a tad scared but quickly soothed when you pretend to be scared too. 

Beth races up the steps first to knock. 

The door opens a slither. 

“Who goes there?” a dark voice asks. 

“Uncle Eddie, it’s me!” Beth says quickly. Her excitement again sends her hat to the stone patio beneath her cons, but she doesn’t notice it, vying to squeeze through the door and see her favourite uncle. 

“I don’t know any Me’s. You’ll have to come back another day, I’m waiting for my very favourite troupe of little girls.” 

“It’s BETH!” Beth shrieks, “Come on!”

“Bethany?” Eddie pushes the door open, unsurprised when Beth throws herself full force into his legs. “Why, you look dastardly. How very scary of you! You have a parrot!” 

The fake parrot glued to Beth’s shoulder waggles. 

“His name is Sherbet.” 

“Wow.” Eddie gives her a hug, his eyes blowing wide over her shoulder. “Oh, wow! Ave, you’re a princess with wings! And Dove, meow.” He grins at Steve. “And your dad is what, Frankenstein’s monster? A zombie?”

“Dad doesn’t have a costume,” Beth says happily. 

“Are you sure?” 

Steve encourages Dove over the threshold, four wrapped plates of sandwiches and finger foods balanced in the other hand. “That’s not funny. What are you supposed to be, anyways?” 

“I’m a vampire, duh.” Eddie slips a pair of fake fangs into his teeth. “I vant to suck your blood!” 

“Ew, Uncle Eddie,” you say. 

“Don’t think you’ve escaped me, second favourite Harrington,” Eddie says, frowning as you slip around him. “You owe me a hug.” 

“Creep,” Steve says. 

“With pride.” Eddie takes the plates from his arms and somehow, the Harrington troupe makes it safely indoors, no further costume parts fallen nor lost. 

There are more people here than Steve expected, Eddie’s friends, their kids, even Eddie’s elusive boyfriend sits out in the open. 

“What are you supposed to be?” Dove asks him with a grin. 

He turns his head to show a painted bite mark on his neck. “Victim.” 

“He’s a dead guy,” Eddie tells her, helping her where she’s struggling to sit in one of the barstools. “Alright, babe, dad said last year we partied too hard, so here are the ground rules. No pixie sticks, no soda, and no climbing on the kitchen counters. If you follow these rules, I am being allowed to give you a Hershey bar the size of your dad’s massive head. Deal?” 

“How big?” Dove questions suspiciously. 

Eddie goes to the cabinet. Inside, there’s more candy bars than one person should ever have purchased in one go. He pulls out a huge one and holds it nexts to Steve’s head, laughing when Steve bats it away. “Huge.” 

“Dad, dad, can I go play with Milly and Joe?” Avery asks. 

Steve was hoping she would. “Sure, baby. Good manners, okay?” 

Avery whizzes off to find Gareth’s kids. Beth stays by Steve’s side and he forces himself to believe that it’s him she wants to be with, not Eddie. “You don’t wanna go play?” Steve asks her. 

“Not yet.” 

You appear again where you’d been missing with Robin in tow. Steve grins at the sight of her, though he’d spoken to her on the phone last night, and seen her the day before at home. “Buckley!” 

She’s wearing a black dress with a belt and her hair is teased into a short cloud. “You aren’t wearing your costume?” 

Steve moves Beth around unthinkingly. “Yeah, it still smelled like vomit. Wren had too much yoghurt. Rob, you really look like Madonna. Your makeup is–”

“It’s trippy, right?” Eddie asks. 

“Mora did it. It’s like, face sculpting.” 

“It’s weird.” 

“I like it,” you say, Wren on your hip giving an agreeable gurgle. “I like your real face more, but this is cool.”

“And where’s your costume?” Eddie asks. 

You frown down at your nice dress. “You can’t tell?” 

Eddie falls for the trip in your voice and attempts to backtrack, only realising that you’re kidding when Steve laughs. 

“The baby got sick on both of us,” you say, turning Wren so everyone in the kitchen can see her face. “But that’s okay. She’s so cute, she’s forgiven. Aren’t you, gorgeous? You didn’t mean to eat all that yoghurt, daddy just kept feeding you.” 

Steve holds his hands up in surrender. “I feed her every day, I know how much yoghurt she can handle.” 

“Clearly not,” you croon, shooting him a loving smile. “You did save us from those awful costumes, though.” 

“Oh, worry not,” Eddie says, “I figured something like this would happen, and I’ve prepared.” 

Awesome, Steve thinks, groaning as Eddie takes his wrist into his hand and begins to pull on him. Knowing Eddie, Steve’s end up dressed as a demon with giant horns, or a fairy. 

The reality is much, much worse. 

“Hey, look at that! It still fits!” Robin laughs. 

Steve looks down at his little sailor’s uniform and sighs. “Barely,” he says. 

“Say the slogan!” you demand. 

If it were anyone else, Steve would refuse, but you’re sitting at the breakfast bar with Wren tucked under your chin, so he takes a deep breath and straightens his white hat. “Ahoy ladies,” he sighs. “Would you like to… uh, set sail on this ocean of flavour with me? I’ll be your captain, I’m…” —his voice drags reluctantly— “I’m Steve Harrington.”

[bruciemilf]

Logan being a father because my brain will physically melt if I don’t talk about him:

— Hates pop music; He puts up with it when Bobby blasts it at full volume in his car because he’s a weak worm of a man for the kid’s puppy eyes.

— Realized he was humming “California Girls” in the middle of a supermarket and had a silent panic attack in the dairy aisle.

— Kitty and Jubilee definetly watch trash vampire/werewolf tv shows and Logan “subtly” watches with them. Takes about 10 walks through the living room. Stands next to the couch with his arms crossed like a scarecrow. “I’m just grabbing something from the kitchen.”

— Is either super chill about everything or extremely unhinged. No in between. “Hey I’m gonna hunt down and fight Sabertooth because Jubilee dared me to”

“Have fun. Be home at 9.”

“Also,,, Ive been thinking of getting Tinder—“

“Are you fucking insane.”

— Logan is smart, okay? He is. It’s just that teachers have a TALENT for making parents completely confused with their math. He’s been staring at Laura’s paper for 20 minutes trying to recognize this formula. Nothing.

— “They did NOT have this when I was a kid.” “Yeah, we kinda progressed from sticks and rocks, Lo.” “Shut up, smartass! This is ridiculous! MATH IS MATH!”

— The kids texting Logan: [literally the most unhinged thing you’ve ever read in your life]

— Logan: 👍

— He FEELS when one of them needs a nap. He’ll pretend to sleep on the couch (Logan never, ever sleeps in open spaces, not if he can help it, not if he can’t trust.) and Laura will burrow under his hoodie or shirt like a baby cat.

— Bobby likes to simply jump on him. Especially from behind, for piggyback rides. He has no idea why Scott always looked so flabbergasted and surprised. And slightly afraid.

— Jubilee won’t admit it, but, she likes holding his hand when they’re walking down the street. Even if he always fixes her collar and tells her to straighten her shrimp posture.

— kitty falling asleep on Logan’s shoulder on the jet is something that can be so personal. Logan who absolutely hates flying but will shut up and let his half pint nap on him all she wants :((

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Us

Astarion x Y/N - Drabble - 1K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, slight argument, make up, Astarion being sassy, Us being a cutie pie, pretty sweet, slightly steamy ending

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“Really? That’s what you want to bring on this grand adventure?” Astarion said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You stood next to Us, the kind intellect devourer from the nautiloid. After finding it before you fought and defeated Kethric, you hoped it made it to your camp. You were honestly elated when you saw the little brain sleeping outside your tent.

“Yes!” You said with sincerity. “I want Us to stay. It’s no different from Scratch or the Owlbear.” 

Astarion threw his hands up, knowing he wasn’t going to win this fight. “When it eats your brain don’t come crying to me darling.” He yelled before walking into his tent with a huff. 

He had never yelled at you before and for some reason it brought tears to your already misty eyes. “Come on.” You said quietly to Us. It followed you happily to your tent. 

Once inside you changed out of your armor into your night clothes, relishing in the weight lifting from your body. Us seemed to wander your small tent, as if he was inspecting all your trinkets you had gathered on your way to Baldur’s Gate. “Do you like that one?” You asked, nodding towards the necklace it seemed to be “looking” at.

“Yes friend! Beautiful!” Us said with its regular enthusiasm.

You smiled, grabbing the necklace and sitting in front of Us. You held it out waiting for a moment before it started glowing. Dancing lights swarmed the tent, Us let out an excited shrill noise. 

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Astarion watched the beams of light escape through the cracks in your tent. When he crept closer he saw you and that blasted brain having a rather nice time, enjoying each other's company. After the necklace stopped glowing and your tent was once again only lit by candlelight, Us spoke.

“The vampire does not like Us.” It said,

You sighed, rubbing your hand over the puncture scars on your neck that you had come to adore. “He doesn’t understand you.”

“Enemy. He thinks Us is an enemy.” Us inquired, moving closer to you.

“Yes.” You said, looking down.

“We are not, you are our friend. All of you are Us’ friends.” Us said, one of his paws coming to rest on your knee as if it was begging you to believe it.

“I know, and I am your friend too.” You smiled, reaching out to pet them. “Astarion just has trouble trusting others.” 

“He trusts you?” Us said, yet it sounded like a question. 

You hugged your knees to your chest, “I think so. Regardless, I love him.” 

“Does love mean trust?” Us Asked.

You shrugged slightly “Trust…. It’s sort of the foundation for love I suppose.” 

“Maybe he will like Us more as Kitty!” Us said, altering its shape into a sphynx cat like the one from Last Light Inn. 

You let out a small chuckle. It was adorable how much Us wanted to be liked, you thought. “He’ll come around. Don’t worry, I won't let anything happen to you.” you reassured Us. 

Us returned to its original intellect devourer form. You laid on your bedroll, looking at the candlelight that was flickering on the ceiling. 

“You are exhausted. You should sleep! Us will go.” They said,

“You can stay,” you said, smiling at them. 

Us walked in a circle next to you before curling up at your side. For such an intelligent and typically frightening creature you couldn’t help but find them sweet. Just like the Owlbear. Just like Scratch. 

“Goodnight friend!” Us said.

You smiled, “Goodnight Us.”

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Astarion kicked a rock on the way back to his tent. He was jealous of a fucking walking brain. He knew you had a soft spot for the little bugger ever since he saw you with it on the nautiloid. He just found it odd and unsettling. Yet he had no room to speak - vampires are viewed in quite the same way. He sighed. If you loved Us he would just have to come to terms with that. He knew your massive heart would be able to hold room for everyone. 

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As the sun rose, you watched from inside your tent as Us chased a butterfly around in circles near the fire pit. It was an endlessly curious little thing. Astarion blocked your view of Us as he walked up to you.

“I’m… sorry,” he said.

“How did that taste?” you said with a chuckle, knowing it was difficult to admit he was wrong let alone apologize for it. 

“Like vinegar,” he sighed. 

“It’s ok to not be overly fond of Us. But I do like them and want to keep them safe. They are different.” you said, squeezing his hand as he sat next to you. You both watched Us play with the butterfly. 

Astarion rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “You’re right. I’m sorry for how I acted. Us has only ever helped you and for that I’m not only grateful but… I am truly sorry for how I treated them. If you trust Us, I trust Us.” 

You kissed him softly, “Don’t tell me tell them.” you said.

You both turned your heads to Us when they squealed in a high pitch. The butterfly had landed on them and they were beyond ecstatic. You smiled and laughed.

“They are… different indeed.” Astarion said with a softer tone.

Us wandered back to the tent, “Us made a new friend - butterfly!” it said. When they realized Astarion was in the tent with you they started to slink away cautiously. 

“Us,” Astarion said, causing the little creature to halt and perk up. “I apologize for how I spoke yesterday. You are welcome in our camp.” Astarion nodded at him, giving Us his seal of approval. 

Us shook with excitement, “Friend! Friend! So many new friends!” it said excitedly before traipsing off to run around camp with Scratch and the Owlbear who had both accepted Us immediately, creating an odd but cute little group of pets. 

“Thank you.” you whispered as you kissed over his cheek and down his neck. 

“Anything for you darling.” he smirked, pulling the flaps of your tent closed before he climbed on top of you, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! A nice 1K for our favorite vampire. I also really love Us - quite possibly my favorite companion in the game pet wise. They're just so cute lol. Hope ya'll are well <3 XOXOXOXOXOXOX

[moonselune]

hii I may I request astarion getting turned into a fluffy white cat during a mission and reader just taking care of him and calling him cute? and when they fall asleep together with reader holding him in their shared bed in elfsong tavern they wake up to see him naked and only his lower half is covered by the bedsheets?

gn neutral reader pls (and no smut lol)

so wholesome oml

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Astarion x reader | Fluffy incidents

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The day had taken an unexpected turn after a run-in with an irate wizard in the heart of Baldur’s Gate. The wizard, after a heated exchange, had cast a spell that transformed Astarion into a small, fluffy white cat. You had tried to reason with the wizard, but he disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving you with a very disgruntled feline companion.

Carrying the now tiny and adorable Astarion back to the Elf Song Tavern, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. His usual haughty demeanor was replaced by a pair of large, expressive blue eyes and twitching whiskers. You gently scratched behind his ears, earning a reluctant purr from the vampire-turned-cat.

“Who’s a cute little kitty?” you teased, cradling him in your arms.

Astarion hissed softly, but there was no real menace behind it. He nuzzled into your chest, perhaps seeking some comfort in his new form. You made your way to your shared room, settling onto the bed with him. He padded around in circles a few times, making little noises of displeasure before curling up against you, his small body fitting perfectly into the crook of your arm.

As you stroked his soft fur, you whispered soothing words, hoping to ease his frustration. “It’ll be alright, Astarion. We’ll find a way to fix this.”

His purring grew louder, and you couldn’t help but smile. You called him cute again, much to his chagrin, but he was too content in the warmth of your embrace to protest further. Before long, both of you drifted off to sleep, the events of the day catching up with you.

When you awoke, the room was bathed in the soft glow of the sun. You felt a familiar weight against your side, but as your eyes adjusted, you realized that Astarion was no longer a cat. Instead, he was back to his elven form, lying beside you with only the lower half of his body covered by the bedsheets.

His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at you with a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. “Well, this is certainly an interesting way to wake up,” he remarked, his voice husky from sleep.

You blushed furiously, realizing the position you were in. Your hand was still resting on his bare chest, his smooth skin cool under your touch. You quickly pulled away, averting your gaze. “I-I didn’t expect you to change back so suddenly.”

Astarion chuckled softly, sitting up and pulling the sheets around his waist. “Neither did I, darling. But I must say, it’s a relief to be back to my usual self.” He glanced at you, a playful glint in his eye. “Though I appreciate the care you took of me. Calling me cute? Was that really the best you could do?”

"Oh I'm sorry my schnooks" You huffed, still flustered but you soon took on a mocking tone. “You were the cutest kitty in the whole of the sword coast!"

"That was sickly, but thank you dearest." He leaned closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “And, I suppose I’ll have to make it up to you somehow, for all the trouble I caused.”

You met his gaze, the initial embarrassment fading as his familiar charm worked its magic. “Just try not to get turned into a cat again, alright charmer?”

Astarion laughed, the sound rich and genuine. “I’ll do my best, my love.”

With that, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a tender, lingering kiss. Before abruptly pulling away and hacking onto the bed.

"Oh my god Astarion are you okay?!" You asked patting him on the back. He rose a hand up, signalling he was and he quickly wiped whatever her had coughed up into his hand.

"Just a hairball, my love. Now that kiss-"

"Go brush your teeth and wash. Now."

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Hope you all enjoyed this - Seluney xox

[lovinglokilaufeyson]

Catastrophe - A.A.

Pairings: Astarion x Fem!Reader (Druid)

Warnings: BG3 Act I spoilers, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Suggestive, Angst if you squint, NOT proofread, Reader is a chronic people pleaser/SIMP/really oblivious (and a little bit of an idiot with initiative), Astarion is a bit oblivious and also a SIMP, use of Astarion’s classic pet names, as well as “kitten”

This is a similar concept to a fic I have read before, although I can’t exactly remember the name or the author. If I do find it, I will link it here.

Wordcount: 2,415

Summary: Astarion meets you as a cat, and you find it an easy way to be around him while maintaining your crush. You maintain your cover for weeks, until suddenly the team gets ambushed, and you are forced to reveal your identity.

Astarion was very intimidating to you. He had revealed himself as a vampire to you, only after he tried to drink your blood late one night. You let him, of course. You were too worried about the wellbeing of the rest of the team that you seldom worried about your own needs. So, even though you were scared of Astarion drinking your blood, you wanted to please him even more. It didn’t help that you happened to have a massive crush on the man, which always tempted you to say “yes” to him.

You learned of Astarion’s love for cats one night when you had decided you needed some cozy time. It was after a long trek back to camp, late at night where you had stripped yourself of your clothing before transforming into a simple feline, a black housecat. Your form had simple white patches along your back, neck, and face. You peeked outside the back of your tent, trotting stealthily towards a nearby stream. Suddenly, you were plucked up from the ground, and you mewled out on instinct. “Oh, kitty kitty. You – are coming with me.” Astarion held you up above his face, and you stared down at his crimson eyes. Should you reveal yourself? You wondered. You ultimately decided against it, letting your chartreuse-toned eyes hit his, and he looked up at you in – love? Admiration? What was this feeling?

That night, Astarion took you back to his tent, and he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Your fur was so soft that he was nearly intoxicated by it. Astarion really did love cats, there were many nights outside of the bars he frequented that he attempted to get away, if only for a moment, to pet one – or a few, if he was lucky – of the cats in the alleyway. It was always the highlight of his night. When he saw you nimbly walking around, his eyes lit up like a child’s on Christmas. That night, he fell asleep in his bedroll, with you curled up on his chest, purring incessantly.

When he woke up the next morning, you were gone. Thankfully for him, it was the sweetest sleep he had had in centuries. After that night,  you made it your mission to approach Astarion late at night at camp. This particular evening, you had returned from Emerald Grove, and had exhausted all possible resources. There were very few nights where Astarion missed out on cuddle time, but you wanted to make sure that he was the one to hold you tonight. You sauntered over to his tent expectantly, pawing at the curtain, meowing gently. That was his cue to open it up for you. “Hello, pet” he spoke in a voice that was barely above a whisper, taking you into his arms. He placed a chitter of kisses into your cheek, then laying down once more. You climbed up on top of him, careful to be gentle with your claws on his bare chest.

“I missed you, dear.” Astarion spoke, bringing his hands to pet along your back, popping your butt up when he got too far back, to which your response was to mewl. “Sorry.” He murmured. “You know, sweet kitty. I don’t know what will happen when we leave the grove.” His words cut you like a knife. What would you do? Showing up to the team’s next camp out would certainly be – suspicious. He would have to take you with him, but that would also require you – in your human form – being missing from the group. You figured that would cause some problems.

“You should just stick around, and I’ll take you with me.” He spoke, trotting his finger along your whiskers. You purred in response. “You know, if I could just buck up and really talk to her, we wouldn’t have to be cuddle buddies.” Who was she? You hissed, pulling away from him, retreating further away from him. “You are a smart one, aren’t you? Here, kitty kitty. I didn’t mean it. You, me, and Y/N can all cuddle together, how about that?” You nearly shifted out of excitement, Astarion had not released this information to you prior, even in cat form. Astarion was fairly difficult to read. You figured that his attempts to flirt with you were all – fake? In jest?

However, perhaps he was telling the truth. That, or maybe he knew. No, no, no. No way. Astarion would have confronted you by now. Or said something. A snide remark. Anything. You still stood further away from him, timidly. “Oh, kitty kitty. Come on over. Please?” He tutted in disappointment, bringing a hand out towards you. You couldn’t resist those soft, veiny hands of his. You purred, staggering towards him once more. You pushed your whiskers against his pinky, as he fluttered his finger up and down within your mane. He clicked his tongue in approval, as you drag your frame against his arm. In the midst of your lovely purrs, you were startled by a conglomeration of shouting, and then a loud “boom” coming from outside of the tent. You cowered as Astarion peeled the curtain of his tent back, where he was greeted by an abundance of smoke. He exited quickly, careful not to let much of the cloud infiltrate his space, where you were still housed.

“We’ve been ambushed!” spoke Karlach, loud and boisterous. Fuck. Of course. Astarion thought. You were thinking similarly but didn’t know how to best approach the situation. It would be quite incriminating to exit Astarion’s tent now, out of cat form.

Astarion, Wyll, Karlach, Shadowheart, Lae’zel, and Gale stood outside, clearly shaken from the impact of what had come along. There were many goblins that had infiltrated the area. 5 at least, for each member of the party. The smoke dissipated after a while, and you were able to peer out and see the confrontation. The party was doing alright in battle until Shadowheart collapsed from an impact. “Where is Y/N when you need her?” Wyll shouted, bringing realization to the group, and to Astarion. You were nowhere to be found. Fuck, where is she? He thought. He attempted to maneuver over to your tent to find you, which is when you decided you needed to act. Now. Which, maybe you should have swallowed your pride and done so earlier. But now your companions were getting hurt, which made you want to act more defensively.

You shifted out of cat form, grabbing the nearest piece of clothing (which happened to be one of Astarion’s dress shirts) and covering yourself with it. It was long enough to cover you somewhat modestly, although team would likely see parts of you that they weren’t exactly used to. Alas, it was a do or die situation, and you had let your anxiety get the best of you for far too long.

Meanwhile, Astarion had gotten slashed several times in his attempts to reach your tent. Not only did he want confirmation that you were okay, but if you were, he wanted you to please heal the rest of the party, himself included. You dashed out of his tent as Astarion was hit again. This one was hard, a thud to the gut. His eyelids became heavy as his vision blurred. But he could see you, finally feel your presence. And you were wearing… his shirt? Something within him clicked, and he realized everything. Of course you were that damn precious feline. In a sudden moment, you had cast cure wounds on Astarion, who was clearly in the worst shape of them all from tumbling across the camp to check on you. You watched as life came back into his eyes, as he stared at you in awe. You entangled the remaining enemies, leaving them helpless to move. There was one goblin who had just struck Astarion, and you cast thorn whip to tug the creature towards you. “There she is!” Karlach grinned in excitement and admiration.

It was apparent that your release from Astarion’s tent was not pertinent at the present moment. However, you recognized that it would definitely be something that would be mentioned later once combat had subsided. The rest of the battle went considerably better than the first half, and you were able to heal Shadowheart once it was all over. “Well, we might want to reconsider camp placement” you stated to the rest of your companions. They all nodded in agreement. Suddenly, you felt a hand slither around your waist from behind, and breath on your ear. “We should reconsider the placement of your tent – next to mine” he whispered, then followed up, “or, how about you just never leave my tent. I’m good with that too, kitten.” This was proceeded with a gentle nibble on your ear. You nearly gasped but managed to cover it up by cupping your hand over your mouth in a quick motion.

You almost went to scold him, but refrained from doing so, since you were also deserving of scolding at the present moment. You spent the remainder of the night moving the camp to a more remote location. It was past midnight when you were able to reconvene at the new campsite, everyone was fairly exhausted after the events of earlier in the evening.

Astarion hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off of you since, and he took special care to walk behind you on the way to the new campsite, admiring your rear end. You were still fairly coherent of the fact that you and Astarion would need to have some sort of conversation regarding your previous actions. After all, you had been snuggling together every night for several weeks. To your knowledge, not so much to his. However, now that he knew, he was going to go to any length to snuggle your form in his arms tonight, that was for certain.

Astarion’s festering admiration for you had been going on for a few weeks. He hadn’t realized just how much until his feelings were revealed to be reciprocated. Clearly, you snuggling up on his chest every night was no accident, and he was grateful for that fact. He just wished he had approached you sooner in your human form.

You wondered if you had overstepped with Astarion or if he was upset with you. Instead of walking next to you towards the new camp, he walked behind. It made you feel like perhaps he didn’t feel like talking with you. Or needed to process things.

This caused you to make a beeline directly towards your tent once you were set up. The rest of the party had gone to bed shortly after, aside from Astarion, who stood, looking confused that you hadn’t approached him after camp was set up once more. His eyebrows scrunched together, indicating the thoughts that puzzled him deep within. He wondered if perhaps you were simply using him, or if you were not as fond of him as he truly believed. He looked at his bedroll, approaching it, kneeling down, and then laying on his back as he usually did to fall asleep. Except – he couldn’t. He couldn’t, for the life of him, allow his heavy lids to fall and send him into slumber. He couldn’t sleep without you. He sighed, finally surrendering, and leaving his tent in search of yours. You had put up your tent close to his, which is something that he indicated he wanted. Maybe that was a good sign? Astarion wondered.

Alas, Astarion was quite correct in his assumptions. You were absolutely wide awake. Your eyes were agape, which would be heavily attested to the “lack” of Astarion in your presence, at least until now. Your body turned towards the entrance as you felt the moonlight pour into your tent. You stared up at the shadowy figure that housed Astarion’s carmine coated irises. “Oh good, you’re awake. I didn’t want to have to be that creep that you woke up next to in the morning.” You sent a puzzled expression his way in response.

“I can’t sleep without you, darling. And I know we have lots to talk about, but I know right now we both need sleep. So please, just let me revel in your cuddles.” You nodded in response this time, opening up your bedroll and ushering him inside. You were still delicately dressed in his button up shirt, and the sight nearly drove him mad. But he had to stay relaxed. You needed to sleep. Both of you.

He began to undress himself, which was not a big deal to you at all, of course. You had seen him naked these past few weeks more time than you could count. He left his underwear on of course, and you could see that he was slightly erect underneath. It made you a little giddy that you had any kind of physical affect on him. He nearly dove into the bedroll with you, excited to hold your human form. Don’t get him wrong, the cat was lovely as well, but he definitely enjoyed your human form a bit more. Your supple legs glided along his until he allowed you to entangle your legs with his. He was cold, naturally, but he was addicted to the warmth that radiated from your body. Similarly, you felt drawn to his cool skin, how it managed to alter your temperature so that you could mold together perfectly.

You were faced towards one another, and you analyzed every perfect feature on Astarion’s face. He did the same with you, He reached his hands towards your chin, holding it with the pad of his thumb and the lower portion of his index finger. “Darling” he caught your attention, and you gazed at him, meeting his eyes where they were taking in every part of you.

“Yes?” You replied. “May I kiss you?’ He asked tenderly, and all you could do was give a gentle nod. “Please.” Astarion’s lips seemed to hit yours before you could even say the word, your lips colliding in an imperfect, exhausted exchange. However, it was the most tender, real kiss that Astarion (and yourself) had had in a long while.

That night, you both slept the best you had in years, the presence of one another seemingly protecting you from any incoming nightmares, anxieties, or fears. Astarion didn’t know what would come next for you, but he knew he wanted it to be together.

[melsimps]

I saw someone do this with another actor, but decided to do an evan version bc I have had visions all night abt this.

Au where everythings the same, only Evan's characters are cats in a cat cafe. (Also please note: I have never watched AHS, simply bc I cannot handle the content so if anything is wrong, feel free to correct me/add anything/anyone in the comments/reblogs).

Okay, so right off the bat, Tate? Cream-coloured american shorthair. A bit more anti-social and tends to hide to himself up in a tall cat tree. If he chooses to sit on your lap, consider yourself lucky.

So is Kyle, only he's longhaired and very fluffy and cuddly. He is also by far the friendliest cat and will go out of his way to play with the other kitties.

Kit is a brown domestic short-haired tabby. Always makin' biscuits in blankets. Purrs very loudly, and meows loud too.

Mr. March is a Tuxedo cat and he has a collar with a little bell on it. He is the kind of cat that will sit with the customers and "talk" with them. A total chatterbox cat.

Kai is a blue domestic longhaired cat and he is almost fucking feral. Hisses and swipes and huffs and growls with everyone except for like one or two staff members.

Austin is a Lykoi. Simply bc he's pretentious like that (also they're called "Werewolf cats", and I think it's funny to give that cat to a vampire lol).

Jimmy Darling is a cornish rex, and he's also a polydactyl cat (so many beans,,,,). He meows about as loudly as Kit and also he will like, only cuddle with women.

Peter is a longhaired silver tabby, and he gets the zoomies on a regular basis. He also tries to steal cakes and stuff from customers. Resident thief and menace, yet his crimes are excused because see, him face?

Rory is an orange tabby and he sadly does not have the brain cell most of the time.

...Jeff Pfister is a bingus.

Colin zabel is a solid black British shorthair and the biggest cuddlebug of the lot.

Warren is a longhaired brown tabby, and he loves catnip.

[ja3hwa]

64 with vampire!Mingi PLEASE!! also congrats on your milestone you seriously deserve it babe <<33333

"Mark Me As Yours"

Prompt : 64 "I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you."

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : You forgot to tell your vampire lover your heat started. Now, he gets to experience that you taste like in the midst of it.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 :  1.03k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Suggestive, Fluff, Supernatural.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Vampire!Mingi x CatHybrid!Reader (Female)

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Blood drinking. Mating. Marking. Mentions about nests and heat. Description of reader becoming "softer" and "plump." Scenting. Scent changing. Mention of Yunho and health issues. Whimper. Mentions scent glands. Heavy Omegaverse Themes. Begging. Sappy shit. Pet names like Darling and Kitty. Swearing.

Note: ♥︎♥︎ Thank you, baby. I hope you enjoy this fic.

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It was a normal evening in the manor, Most of its residents have soon left for the night or gone to sleep. But among the normal night sleepers, like witches, wolves or fae, was a lone vampire, Mingi. He chose to stay in for the night, unlike the other vampires of the manor. He wanted a quiet evening with his love, a hybrid… You.

You were currently in the shower, getting ready for the movie night he had planned. You were super excited, never really getting time alone with Mingi, given he was either out working on the vampiric counsel or sleeping during the day. You didn’t mind, though, sneaking in while he was trying to prepare a nest of pillows and blankets so you would be comfortable. You tiptoed until you were behind his bent form, but before you could pounce, he turned around, catching you in his arms. He fell back onto the bed, landing with a huff on top of him. 

“Well hello to you too, Darling.” He stares up at you in awe as your big fluffy ears twitch at his deep voice. Your long, luscious tale swings with joy, following a big smile painting your features. You suddenly attack his face with kisses, drawing them all the way down to his neck. He hummed in delight at the feeling, but then, as he slowly slipped into a comfortable spot, a smell invaded his nose.

It was like a salty twang with a hint of orange and poppy seeds, mixing into your natural sent. His hands grip your waist harshly, twisting you both around until you were nestled under his larger frame. You look at him with surprise, ears raised and tail no longer wagging. His nose connects with your neck suddenly smelling the most intoxicating thing. Your blood has gotten sweeter to the point he could smell it through your skin. Your body was plumper, more squishy, and hot to the touch. “Are you?”

“Maybe…” You whimpered, making Mingi let out a groan in desperation. He couldn’t believe you were having a heat right now, and he’s been away neglecting you. When he first met you, he made sure to find out everything about hybrids, specifically cat breeds. He’s never been with you through your heats as you usually take blockers or pills. But this heat felt different, and Yunho, a wolf, said it might be a good idea to see it out instead of holding it off like the past in fear of your health.

“Fuck kitty.” You purred at the nickname, “You are going to kill me.” He moved, pulling you up along the bed so your head could sit on a pillow. He starts to push blankets and pillows around you forming a functional nest of sorts. He knew you would most likely fix and make a new nest later, but for now, the comfort of the soft fabric that was riddled with Mingi’s scent satisfied you for the moment. His warm lips connect with your scent glands, and it brings out a low purr from your throat. The fluff on your tail frizzes up from his touch, and your large ears bow in contentment. But what caught you off guard was when his long, sharp fangs gliding against your hot flesh, drawing a loud gasp from your lips.

“M-Mingi, P-please…” You knew what you wanted, but your dizzy brain made it hard to speak, your tongue feeling like it had been twisted into a knot. 

“What is it, my precious baby? What do you want?” His velvet voice melted your tense muscle and ached your core. You rubbed your hips against him in a pathetic attempt to relieve the pain.

“Want…” That’s right, what do you want? Your heart felt nothing but love for your Undead lover, and your pussy craved to be filled by him. But most importantly, you wanted to be his. Be marked you as his. He may not be a hybrid and share the same mating techniques as your species, but He had ways to provide a mark. His mark. If you so asked. But would he want to do it, be bound to you forever?

“Breed… Mate, Bite…” Words spilled out of your mouth before you could control it. Tears swell at the corners of your eyes. You needed him so badly, and Mingi knew it. His heart ached just as much, if not more, than yours. He never thought in all his years on this planet that he would find someone as special as you. Someone he could call his. Call his…..

“You know, I didn’t believe in soulmates until I met you…” He whispered against the shell of your ear. Tears freely pour down your cheeks as your fingers scrunch into his baggy shirt. “I love you so much, Darling.” 

“I love you too, Min. Please,” you begged again, and this time, Mingi knew what you wanted. What you needed. Going back to your scent gland, he kissed your hot neck before his tongue flattened against the flesh. He licked a strip before his mouth latched, suckling slightly. Moans were flying from your mouth, cries and pleas following. And before you would begin to beg once again, you felt his fangs pierce the skin, sinking deep into your jugular. Blood pooled quickly into his mouth, and Mingi groaned at the taste. Never in his life has he ever tasted such a sweet yet irony flavour. He was addicted, and if he didn’t have self-control, he would have surely drunk you dry. 

But alas, he did, in fact, love you. So he pulled away, eyeing the way some trickles of blood dripped from the wound onto the sage green velvet sheets below. There was a smile on your face, following a small hiccup. Words couldn’t explain how happy you were. Mingi, your undead vampiric lover, sealed a mate mark on your neck. And it may not be a full mark like other hybrids would perform, but it was your mark. A staple to say he was your and you, his.

- ♥︎

[see-arcane]

Jokes aside Jonathan must have felt so very vulnerable after that night. Getting both scared and horny for the first time in his life aside, now he realized that the Count 1. Has claimed him as his own 2. Has moved from touching/grabbing/pulling him to taking the liberty to undressing him 3. Yet is the least dreadful thing here and the one he can go to seek protection and safety from

Points 1 through 3 have already been picked to death so I won't beat them any further into the ground. But the 'Mark me down as scared and horny!' of it all is something that legit has me going back and forth, so I'll hop on that.

Jonathan does state outright that he finds the Brides attractive, or, specifically, that he wants them to kiss him.

"All three had brilliant white teeth that shone like pearls against the ruby of their voluptuous lips. There was something about them that made me uneasy, some longing and at the same time some deadly fear. I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips."

The most straightforward read on this and his ensuing ~dreadful anticipation~ is that Jonathan is A) Naturally attracted to the hot vampire ladies and/or B) Having natural attraction being enhanced on a supernatural-hypnosis level. I can see either being in play. But I don't think it's the most interesting--or terrifying--read.

The first thing I want to nitpick here is that this almost definitely is not him feeling lustful for the first time in his life (we'll learn more on that point later in the novel ala his relationship with Mina being A Lot 👀). Jonathan knows what attraction is, emotionally and sexually, from being a staunch Minasexual. Which is a not-quite-exaggerated way of saying I personally see Jonathan skewing more towards the demisexual and biromantic side of the scale. In that lens, he has the potential to be attracted to anyone regardless of gender, but first they have to win his interest/heart before he even starts connecting any sexy dots.

Minor spoilers, but through the whole novel, Jonathan does not refer to Mina with any physical descriptors when he gushes about her. It's always a reference to her character, to her actions, to Mina being Mina. Which I think is interesting when put in context with his fixation on describing Dracula and the Brides' appearances, be that in attracted, repulsed, or frightened terms. Because the vampires are the only ones who get that reaction out of him. And I think the former, the automatic physical attraction, is its own unique red flag to him; though he may not have the language for it. It's not just him being ashamed to feel attraction or to write it down when Mina might see it someday.

It's because that attraction is probably not even his.

He doesn't know these women. All beautiful, certainly. But strangers. They haven't spoken with him, haven't endeared themselves to him, haven't done one (1) single thing to provide an excuse for his highly reserved libido to pay attention. And I doubt he's gone his whole life blind to any pretty people in his vicinity. Hot people have happened to him before and he has not cared because for Jonathan, care has to precede lust.

What the Brides have done is introduce a wholly alien sensation to him--an instant arousal that was injected rather than awoken from some natural place in him. It makes me think of Toxoplasma gondii, that fun little parasite that switches off rodents' natural predator response to cats and makes them docile when the pretty kitty creeps up with their mouth open. And while the Brides' and Dracula's trance effect does get the basic job done of Keeping the Victim Still and Compliant, having the side effect of forcing a bodily reaction on that intimate of a level is a violation in itself.

Though it does have a purpose too. Because the very first thought Jonathan has upon seeing them turns out to be the most dangerous one: He wants them to kiss him.

The One Thing that will see him bled to death, then undeath. Which has its own super fun parallel in things like, say, the fucking Cordyceps fungus that turns ants into zombies forced to aid in their own and others' slavery/destruction.

And while Stoker wasn't in on all the scientific lookalikes in the animal kingdom, I doubt that Jonathan's mesmerized fixation on wanting to be kissed first and foremost, running on in a written stupor about lips and teeth and breath, was an accident.

Just like a mouse holding still as the cat scoops it into their maw.

Just like an ant crawling up to the sun so it can burst with spores and share its half-life demise with its fellows.

Hold still, dear. You want to hold still for us, don't you? Of course you do. Good boy. Here. Have a kiss.

[gunthermunch]

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Cassandra: interesting… Cassandra: kitty spirit box is that your only song? Cassandra: you're just playing around. WG: Bluma!! c'mon girl. you're seven years old that ghoul's gonna eat you up WG: … damn that's a bunch of garlic. WG: shit WG: [wheeze] Jesus- stupid lungs WG and Cass: OOF Cass: watch it! WG: SORRY- sorry, my flashlight is-- is that Metallica? Cass: ugh. yes WG: where'd you even come from?! Cass: secret stairs behind that wall. this place is a maze WG: there's more?! Cass: shh-! did you hear that? Door screech Bluma: oh hey! what took you so long? WG: …huh Bluma: come on in, i want you to meet someone Bluma: this is Jojo! Cass: …that's a cat WG: lord take me Bluma: he's so polite and cuddly. Jojo was the one making all that noise, he just wanted out but couldn't get the door open. Bluma: can we- WG: there's no way we are keeping that thing Cass: don't listen to your uncle, i let him adopt a trash panda years ago and he cuddled it like a baby Bluma: really?? Cass: mhm. can i carry him? WG: i can't with this Cass: hi Jojo. is this your maze? you did quite an interesting job on it. Jojo: mrow Bluma: i think he wants down Cass: only if he lets me investigate the place. Jojo: meow! WG: so you're not gonna ask how's that thing still alive? Bluma: maybe he's been living off the mold in the walls WG: word Cass: Wolfgang, look at this WG: what's that Cass: these are notes on vampirism. I think whoever owned Jojo before was working on a cure or something similar. WG: ( reading ) Even if i'm following your recipe exactly the way you lend it to me, i don't think i will ever have it done. I don't see it all like you do, i fear i will never do. i'm sorry. Cass: something fell off. what is it? WG: a coincidence. Hey Blooms, grab that guy. We are going back up Bluma: Maggie, this is Jojo. Jojo, Maggie. Meet each other, talk. Cass: Wolfgang. WG: you are getting married. Cass: well, i'm already married. WG lits cigarrette WG: …i'm sorry, Cass. I really suck at words but, yeah. i wish i could've been, i don't know, better. Cass: don't you mean be? WG: yeah, maybe. WG: so. is Nervous married too? i'm up for more surprises Cass: well i haven't seen Nervous in a while, but i keep in touch with Annie and as far as i know, everything's jolly. also you're a grandparent WG: the hell Cass: yeah congratulations. PB had four pups and Nervous named one of them after you WG: …holy shit. Cass: yeah, everyone's changing. Cass: … i don't forgive you, by the way. Cass: but, i don't regret going on that date with you either.

Bluma: is she's gone… gone? WG: i don't know. but she said she never cared about me stealing her truck. Bluma: why do all your friends come and go? WG: all my friends? Bluma: yeah, like the freckled one. Morgana? WG: Morgan…? Bluma: yeah! she was here some years ago asking about you, and gave me my glasses. she had beautiful orange hair… like a butterfly! Bluma: are you okay?! WG: yeah yeah- just-- why don't you show Jojo our curtains and- your dad's socks collection Bluma: oh- yeah! you're right

[intimidatingpuffinstudios]

All this talk about vampire stuff makes me intrigued... If someone threatened Manerkol or his soulmate but he couldn't do anything about it for one reason or another... Would it be possible for him to hiss? Any animalistic signs of his vampirism or is he a very polite kitty cat? ;D

He can hiss, but his instinct is to growl.

Depending on his annoyance levels, he will curl up his lip and flash some fang.

In his younger days, he liked to transform his fingertips into claws and scratch people's faces off.

Like, very calmly 🤣

[scarlet-fangs]

For the protective prompts: "You’d defy the gods, only for me?” "! would destroy the gods for you." 🤍🦢

Thank you for the ask my darling friend, I hope you will like this 🦇🖤 I’ve wanted to write for a while some forbidden romance thing for Felix, and this is perfect for it! This is some kind of Black Swan related because it fits perfectly with their dynamics. The music they listen to is from my Black Swan Spotify playlist (under the black swan tag!) Some warnings are very much needed – But it’s Felix after all so it has to be expected: Cullen bashing, Size kink, some nswf talks, mention of blood (kink) Felix’s very lovely hands…

Fic under the cut

Ever since I met him while driving my younger sister to the Cullens, they’ve been trying to keep me away from him. “He’s a monster, Black Swan! He kills people, Black Swan! He feeds of humans, Black Swan!” Who cares that he’s scary-looking and kills people? He’s tall and hot! He’s my mate! He complimented me about my patch jacket!

Carlisle was a little bit nicer about it than the rest of them. He felt maybe that it was his fault, because before Felix even said anything it was his “son” Edward who revealed the secret to me. On our second meeting, Felix himself admitted that he would not have told it to me this soon, he would have made things smoother even if I seemed to enjoy the vampire part. It was quite intriguing to him; how much I was fascinated by his fangs and the terrifying gleam his skin had in the sun, but it relieved him when I didn’t run away. When I did not pull back from his touch.

He had quite the reputation, my mate, and the Cullens, especially Edward and Alice made sure I was aware of it, how cruel and brutal he was, how he was not called the executioner for nothing. But it did not scare me, because I knew even if he was that, he wasn’t only that, my Felix was so much more! So I texted him every time I had the time, called him at night if he was available, we could stay on the phone for hours, even if his voice did not sound exactly the same it was still enough for me. All of this was rather easy to hide from the Cullens, Alice wasn’t really focused on Felix in Italy, rather on a decision of him visiting Forks, with what it would entails for Bella. Because if Aro trusted my fate in Felix’s hands, it was clearly not the same kind of trust placed in the Cullens. So like in Romeo and Juliet that Bella liked so much, Felix and I had to hide, the Cullens even managing to make me miss one of his visits thanks to Bella’s help. I was really bitter, they caught us chatting one time in Seattle and now were watching us even more closely. They would even check my home once in a while, pretending to pick up Bella that was oh so conveniently spending the afternoon at my place, to smell if there was trace of Felix’s scent. But I was his, and he would not give up on me that easily. In facts, he would not give up on me at all, he told me one night over the phone. And I’d learned that he was quite stubborn, my Felix, when he wanted something.

I had come home late from work, that night. The Cullens weren’t there, they were visiting the Denali Coven, and Bella was visiting Renée to celebrate Phil’s birthday. She felt guilty about having to give up her human life, so she tried to make everyone happy as much as she could. It was nice, to not have them on my back this week. I quickly prepared and ate dinner, and took a shower, putting on a more comfortable attire. I’ve always liked some fresh air in the house, so I tend to keep some windows open. I was doing some cleaning downstairs when I heard some noise from my bedroom. I thought that it was maybe the neighbor’s cat that came again through the window by climbing the tree, he already did it twice. I liked having him around, the little ball of black fur and soft meows, even if I liked it more when he would enter the house by the windows downstairs. I climbed the stairs, really to scold the kitty when I entered my room and realize it was not a black kitty that I would be scolding, but a hulking vampire.

“Felix! What are you doing here?!” “I was expecting a little more enthusiasm from you little love.”

“You’re lucky the Cullens aren’t in town! They don’t want me to see you! They’d try to fight you if they knew you were here, sneaking in my bedroom like that!”

« These Cullens, they are nothing for me. You shouldn’t worry about them tesorina. They should be the ones afraid to put themselves between us. As if those vegetarian vampires could defy me! I’d defy gods if I had to protect you.

"You’d defy the gods, only for me?”  I looked at you, so softly.

“Oh darling, but I would destroy the gods for you” Felix answered, oh so sure of himself. And he was strong, very strong my mate, I knew he’d win a fight even against a god. My handsome mate…

“I lost you, didn’t I?” Felix said, having recognized that look on my face. “No!” I looked very much embarrassed, he knew damn well how to tease me and get a reaction from me. It did not make me love him less… I could only love him more, my darling Felix, that currently had a smug smile on his face.

“So what do you suggest?” “We could ignore everything that isn’t us, and I could spend the night in your bed…” “Felix!” “You belong in my arms little one, nowhere else. And if anyone decides against it, they’ll see the true definition of anger…” Felix answered me, menaces laced in his tone, so sure of himself. He looked particularly imposing, hulking figure with the backlighting of my bedroom.

He fits so well here, my Felix, with the band posters hung on the walls, the shelves full of dark movies and alternative music, leather jacket reflecting the dim lights, his shiny silver rings on his big hands…

“You’re staring at my hands again, don’t you? Do you know how they could look better? With my fingers buried inside you, my hand glistening coated in your…” “Felix please! Not that I wouldn’t enjoy it but…“ Now I’m very embarrassed, and I’m sure it’s very visible.

My reaction makes him laugh, and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world, and it completely makes up for my embarrassment.

“I’m only teasing you amore mio. I know you said you wanted to wait, and I will respect your desire. Always. I’m up for anything with you as long as it’s within the boundaries you’ve set.”

Felix gets closer to me, slowly, and wraps his strong arms around me. He totally dwarfs me, and it’s no secret that we both are very into it, another proof that we were made for the other.

“Cuddles and metal?” “Cuddles and metal. But can you… take off your leather jacket please?” “Sure, if it makes my little darling happy…” With a smirk, he takes his time to remove his leather jacket, placing it on the back of my chair on top of mine. He’s only wearing an Iron Maiden tank top underneath, the logo a bit faded telling he’d own it for a while, that shows off all of his perfect muscles. Damn, to think that this man is all mine… He turns on the stereo, and then join me on the bed, the mattress digging with his heavy weight. He makes himself comfortable, setting up a few of my pillows behind his back, and then he opens his arms. I don’t need anything else, and nearly jump on him, making myself comfortable on his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer against him. I softly trace the muscles on his arms, looking at the scars that cover his skin. Most were from his fights as a vampire, but he told me while that some were from his human life, being a gladiator must have been a nightmare for he was a slave without a choice in the matter.

“This song makes me think of you, now every time I hear it, I see your face.” Felix’s voice shake me out of those dark thoughts. I focus on the song, and recognize Wasp.

Her eyes reflect like the rain on the pavement I take control, she explodes, sink into her depths I'm the tremble in her voice when she attempts to speak Fixate on the frailty

“Motionless in White sure has good love songs. I must admit that every time I hear Wasp or Eternally Yours, I think of you.” It makes the both of us smile, the songs fitting us oh so perfectly, especially the lewd lyrics of Wasp. Felix has always been… quite explicit.

 So come to me No sense of restraint So come for me I will wait endlessly

I will break you carefully So take me harmfully You fit so perfect I will wait

I let my fingers trace the scars on his arms again, I know how fond of physical contact my Felix is. I must admit that I am too… He grabs the remote of my stereo, and lowers the sound of the music to a cozier one.

“Lost in the shadows?”   I giggle. “What’s wrong with the Lost Boys? It’s a good vampire movie. I’m still bitter at the fate of the boys… Besides, you’ve got the vibes” It makes him laugh, but we both know I’m not wrong. He’s kind of got the look and music taste, and some of the brutality when it comes to protecting whom he loves. And he would look very hot and sexy covered in blood too…

“You’re imagining me covered in blood, aren’t you?” “How do you even…” “I know you, little love” “Too much, you know me too much…” “I could never know too much about you, not even after a few decades, centuries, never.”

It makes me smile, and I curl up further in his embrace. It’s getting late.

“We should listen to something softer to help you sleep…” “First, I’m not even  dressed for bed yet, and second, ,what’s heavy about L’assasymphonie?” “It’s about a man who can’t sleep and is drowning in despair because of his demons. Not really the type of songs that put you to sleep.” “Do you realized I used to fall asleep blasting Maiden when I was younger?” “Yes, and now you enjoy softer songs before going to bed. This is much better, get in your night attire now.” Felix has changed the music to eyes without a face by Billy Idol, and I must admit it’s a good choice. This man knows me too well. I strip of my black jeans, and take off my shirt. I put on a Black Veil Brides tee, one that’s a size too big and go back to bed. I slip under the covers, and realize Felix had taken off a few layers too so I would be more comfortable. He brings me close to him, his arms wrapping around my waist once again, pressing me against his muscular body.

“Sleep now, tesorina. I’ll keep you safe.” Felix whisper in my ear. “Goodnight my love”, I whisper back. No matter what these idiots Cullens say, nothing will stop me from wanting this, fighting to get this, my Felix. I belong in his embrace and nowhere else.

[aristenfromwarsaw]

All About Your Tav/Durge and Their Romantic Interest

Thank you so much for tag @judasiskariot, for me it's always a pleasure to write about Aristen and Astarion - they are my favorite fictional couple 💞. It took me a while due to illness, but I finally finished it 😁.

~ Your Tav/Durge's Name and Their Partner ~

💞 Aristen Rosegrove and Astarion Ancunín💞

~ Tell Us About Your Character - Anything at All! ~

~ High Elf ~ Sorcery ~ Storm Sorcery ~ Redeemed Dark Urge ~ (her full story and personality)

~ Aristen is very nice and always tries to be very empathic and looks for something more in people than others.

~ As a child, she grew up in an elven village, so she appreciates nature very much.

~ Hates her true origin and she constantly worries and thinks about that what she did when she was under Bhaal's influence. She hates herself for being Bhaalspawn and considers herself a monster. She tries to atone for all her sins by helping others. The person she hates the most in the world is herself.

~ What Do They Enjoy Doing Together? ~

~ They love to cuddle and stare at the stars in the evenings, for Astarion this is a very important moment because he is still struggling with his trauma.

~ They often sew something together - inscriptions on scarves, small puppets and other things that come to their mind. Astarion is great at sewing, and Aristen is still learning with his help.

~ Aristen likes to write stories and poems, so Astarion often helps her find a rhyme or write a story.

~ Astarion teaches her how to open locks, he stands behind her and helps her to use her hands - these lessons often end in a bed or other surface adapted to physical ecstasy 😅.

~ They love to do what couples in love usually do 😈. ~ They like to sit in inns, watch others and be happy that they can live a normal life.

~ What's Something Your Character's Partner Loves About Them? ~

~ Aristen is grateful that Astarion does not judge her past when she was under the influence of her murderous father. He doesn't see her as a monster and has never been afraid of her, even when she wanted to kill him one night. Conversely, Aristen has no problem with his dark past.

~ They believe they were made for each other and a whole number of strange coincidences allowed them to come together.

~ For Astarion, Aristen is not only a lover but also a best friend. Among other he loves her because she saw him as something more than a handsome vampire and, most importantly, she saved him. She saved him from becoming a Vampire Lord, where he would have lost himself. She loved him as he was and allowed him to live again and get to know himself. He loves how Aristen can be gentle and very caring towards him.

~ They think that in their imperfection they are the perfect couple - an immortal vampire spawn and an immortal demigod, former child of Bhaal. They are like two drops of blood and they understand each other perfectly.

~ They feel safe with each other. No matter what happens, they always support each other and are loyal to each other.

~ Their Life After Baldur's Gate? ~

I wrote their lives after the events of game in Aristen's story. But in short: Aristen regained her memories (especially those when she was in the care of a foster family) and found her family. Aristen and Astarion managed to get a pendant that protects her lover from the sun. And finally, after many years of being together, they got married

~ Something Your Tav/Durge Loves About Their Partner? ~

~ Aristen loves cats, and for her Astarion is like a kitty, only elven.🐈‍

~ Aristen sees herself in Astarion because of her past - when she realized that they were very similar that she slowly started to fall in love with him.

~ Even though Aristen tries to be a very nice person, she loves Astarion's sarcasm and his honesty towards others.

~ She loves his stupid sense of humor.

~ She is impressed by the fact that Astarion, after such a huge trauma, tries to live a normal life and tries to be a slightly better elf.

~ Aristen loves that Astarion is not interested in most people, but for her he would go to hell. Many women have tried to hit on him, but he just turns it into a joke and stays with her.

~ Aristen loves that Astarion very rarely says "I love you", but when he does say it, it is always a very magical moment - they are in some beautiful place or in the middle of love. Then he has such a gentle and happy expression on his face that Aristen loses herself.

~ She loves how passionate and affectionate Astarion is during lovemaking. Then she feels like the true queen of his heart.

~ Sometimes Aristen has bad days, she cries, thinks she shouldn't have been born and thinks she's a bad seed because of her past - then Astarion hugs her and lets her cry, which helps her a lot.

~ Something That Your Character and Their Partner Both Hate (about anything): ~

~ They hate it when someone judges them based on their past, which they had no control over.

~ When someone is not nice to cats.

~ When someone doesn't realize what dangerous creatures full vampires are.

❤️

I tag @lazysload, @anacdoce @vaelastormreaver ~ feel free to ignore it or do it 💜.

[fractualized]

2023 Batjokes Secret Santa Round-Up

Happy holidays! Big thanks to everyone who participated in the exchange this year. Gifts are listed below, split between art and fic, and SFW and NSFW. (Most art titles are unofficial, just text for me to link.)

90% of the gifts are batjokes; nonbatjokes are at the end of each section. I’ve included some other notes and warnings with the links, but as usual it’s on you to check fic tags.

🎄 SFW Art

Summer Selfie [Lego Batman] by arcthie

Lego Meme/Holiday Wrapping/Shark Repellent [Lego Batman, DOTF] by batjokestm

Joker by botoartist

Destined Dance [Telltale] by chokit-pyrus

Team-Up Selfie by clownedcrime

Under the Mistletoe by flurpyz

Gentleman's Arrest by the-hopeless-fanboy

Caught in the Spotlight by kitty-cat-boi

Partners [Telltale] by Koda

Christmas Sweaters [Batman '66] by garrett-strangelove

Cozy Christmas Evening [Telltale] by maple-chuu

Christmas Headgear [Telltale] by m-e-f-y

Rooftop Dance by metionohre

Caught by pipermint8magic

The Joke's On You [Batman '66] by Nex

His Bat and His Clown by occultkings

Playing Cards by pinkopalina

Keeping A Promise by powrbottomjoker

Visiting Room by riddlekid

I Won't Tell [genderbend] by Star

Loving Embrace [TDKR] by stewbud

Snow Globe [Telltale] by stryx123

Knife Dance [BTAS] by vongeist

Eye to Eye [riddlebird] by foolcunting

The Heart Outweighs All [twiddler, mild gore] by Ingo

Well-Trained [Punchline/James Jr] by venombiote

Wallypillar [Welcome Home] by marxtheimpish

Octogoblin Christmas [Spider-Man] by moxis

🎁 SFW Fic

Normal People Things (Rated Mature) by bang-the-smoke

once isn't enough (Rated Mature) by batsyjokes

This Strange Effect (Rated Explicit, but not in chapter 1) by battybrownboo

A Fine Addition To My Collection (Rated Teen and Up) by darkpurpledawn

What to Get for the Man Who Has Everything (Rated Teen and Up) by faygomonkey

kiss me (you animal) (Rated Teen and Up) by luxamea

That Deathless Death (Rated Mature; vampire Bruce) by superherogrl

I’ll Be Your Mirror [Breaking Bad; Mike/Jesse] (Rated Mature) by TheDykeKnight

🎅 NSFW Art

Hello Nurse [bondage] by drones-art

Lazy Morning Breakfast [pregnant Joker] by Emilia

Santa Lingerie by K

Tunnel of Love [TDKR] by Mara's shelter

Threshold by razzbatty

Men of Science [extremely dubious consent, Arkham staff] by Ring

⛄ NSFW Fic

let our bodies be awoken (Rated Explicit; zombies) by distortopia

I want to make you proud and play with your head (Rated Explicit; AU) by fractualized

If I missed your gift, let me know and I’ll add it.

Happy Holidays!