#death to vampire landlords

[comradecowplant]

>:( I downloaded the extreme violence mod specifically for the function to have my vampire drain sims to death and yet that is the one function that is not working >:(

[leeknow-thoughts]

୨୧ WAITING ROOM

𝝑𝝔 son of Athena!Lee Know x Cursed!Fem!Reader

𝝑𝝔 cw: Lee Know has mommy issues, Lee Know is immortal, reader is cursed, angst, suicide, mentions of self harm, mentions of gore and death, there is no happy ending, not very detailed smut, smut with feelings

𝝑𝝔 skz hyung line Greek god!AU m.list | skz maknae line Greek god!AU m.list

He always had hated his mother. Ever since adolescence, the thought of her made his skin crawl. He hated how she was brave, and how that meant he had to be brave. He hated how she was born from her father's head.

How she had a city named after her. How she was gracious to everyone except for him. How she cursed him with immortality.

He hated how he couldn't hate his mother. His mother cursed you.

Like everyone was to him, you were a glimpse. A glance taken around the lecture hall. Eyes mistakenly landing on yours. That's all anyone could be for him; a simple glance.

You were beautiful though, he noticed. At least to him you were. No other boys seemed to glance in your direction for very long. He took another look at you.

Your hair was pulled up messily, your shirt had stains on it, yet you were beautiful. You scribbled on a piece of paper at your seat across the lecture hall from him. Positively not paying attention to the biology professor in the front of the room.

You. You. He found you, yet again.

He remembered you suddenly, a blurry memory that he couldn't put the date on. Your hair. He recognized your hair. He saw it over all the lifetimes he lived.

But why couldn't he know your name? The name from your first lifetime.

"y/n!" he remembered screaming.

"Minho! Go run! Run!" you cried.

y/n, that was your name.

y/n.

The girl who died in Pompeii. The girl who he begged for his mother to spare, to bring back to him.

"Minho?" a tap awoke him from his thought.

He turned around to face you, it was you. "What's your name?" he immediately asked even though he knew you.

"y/n and you're Minho," you smile.

"You know me?" he asks.

You pause, "you don't know me?"

I've known you for eons he says in his head.

He thought of Pompeii. "Pompeii?" he questions out loud.

"You remember Pompeii?"

"I remember you," he whispered.

You had the blanket covering you from the coldness of your room. The landlord just wouldn't fix your heater, even if it was in the middle of winter.

"Fucking hell," Minho mumbles as he enters your room, "it's cold as fuck in here."

"You can thank my shitty landlord for that, he won't fix the damn heater."

"I'll get you an electrician, it's like below freezing in here," Minho mumbles.

"With what money?"

"Sweetheart I'm immortal, I have more than enough money to my name after thousands of years of existing," he reminds you.

"I forget you're literally like Edward Cullen, you freaking vampire," you chuckle.

"I am not Edward Cullen," he persists.

He was now laying next to you, "I am not as pale as him," he continues.

"Are you wearing jeans on my bed right now?" you look at him with disgust.

"Minho," you blurt.

The noise from the TV above the fireplace becoming background music in your ears. "Mhm," he hums, his eyes fixated on the TV screen.

"Are you brave?" you ask, "like, your mom is Athena, so are you like her, are you fearless? Do you have no quest too grand to conquer?"

He chuckles, "no, I'm quite cowardly," he replies.

"Why can't she live?" he begs his mother.

"Minho, she is still alive," his mother reminds him.

"Yeah but for how long? How long until she is gonna die? How long until I have to look for her in her next life?" he yells in despair.

"Minho she is cursed with reincarnation, you know there is nothing you can do."

"Minho?" you ask the boy who is laying next to you in bed.

He looks up at you, "make love to me?" you ask.

He is gentle when he makes love to you, just like always. He kisses over your skin and takes your breast into his mouth like always. But this time feels different. Like he is studying your body. Like this will be the last time he holds you.

You don't question his desperation, figuring it was just due to the lack of time you had spent with him recently.

He gently pushes into you and watches over every way your face contorts with pleasure. He holds you close to him as he buries himself inside your cunt. Mumbling sweet words into your ear while you cum around him.

Taking his time building up his own orgasm before spilling into you his seed.

"Minho," you call out to him, he perks his head up and looks at you, "tell me the story of how we first met," you request.

You curl up into his side, his arms draped around you lovingly.

"Well, we were both kids, living in the village next to Pompeii, your mother was a baker and your father was a farmer. Your parents prayed to my mother, and my mother sent me to bless them one night," he pauses, rubbing circles on your lower back, "and so I walked into your house, and was going to leave the money my mother had sent me to give to your parents but you saw me. You thought I was stealing from you," he chuckles at the memory, "and then instead of doing the logical thing like waking your parents up, you handed me a piece of bread and told me that I didn't have to steal food. D'you remember that?" he asks softly.

"Mhm," you nod your head, "and you told me your little secret," you recall.

He's never been more sure of anything in his entire life. This he knows, he knows he is tired of watching you die.

He knows he must die to break your cycle of reincarnation.

He holds the knife to his wrists and doesn't think twice before cutting them.

He'll wait for you in the underworld. And that is the only comfort he has as life leaves his body. Knowing you and him will one day be reunited.

You sit next to the headstone where he is buried and wipe away any of the dirt and grime that has accumulated on the surface.

The word 'brave' carved into the stone right below his name.

[domithanasia]

When he says “I love you” but the vampire Lestat said “This primitive country has picked you clean. It has shackled you in permanent exile. Every room you enter, every hat you are forced to wear—the stern landlord, the deferential businessman, the loyal son! All these roles you conform to, and none of them your true nature! What rage you must feel as you choke on your sorrow. The first time I laid eyes on you—your beautiful face—I saw that sorrow. I did not know how it got there or why it was so voluminous. I can take away that sorrow, Louis. I can give you that death you begged your feeble, blind, degenerate, nonexistent God for. But I can do it joyfully. I can swap this life of shame. Swap it out for a dark gift and a power you can’t begin to imagine. You just have to ask me for it. You just have to nod your beautiful head and say yes. I love you, Louis. You are loved. I send my love to you, and you send it back round to me, and this circle, this home we barely had a glimpse of—know it frightens me as much as it does you. Be my companion, Louis. Be all the beautiful things you are, and be them without apology. For all eternity.

[whereserpentswalk]

You don't seem like the requests type but I do have an idea:

Upcoming trial for vampire hunter (or serial killer that targets vampires depending on perspective) and the surrounding media circus

She was taken away in handcuffs at 7:30 last night. You've heard it at rallies before "kill the bloodsuckers!" or just "human rights" but she was the only person you could think of who actually did it. It scared vampires the most but it scared them all, it scared the werewolves who waited outside stores to pounce on shoplifters, it scared the witches who give humans who step out of line their "medicine", it scared the demon lords from the high towers watching humanity from below. But it scared the vampires more than all, it scared them that a human, someone who was so much lesser in their eyes could really kill them.

They say she was an employee under a powerful vampire lord, a programmer working in his massive tower. He called her in one day, like he called in so many employees. He asked her to show him her neck, to take off her clothing so he could drink from her veins, perhaps so he could drain her dry and leave her body laying dead on his office floor. But she said no, perhaps for the first time in so many generations a human told him no to his face. Nobody knows how exactly she killed him, but we know there was a struggle, and know that she peirced his heart, striking him right through his suit jacket.

More and more bodies piled up. The most powerful vampires in the world where so weak agaisnt her, she looked so normal, so young and pretty and filled with blood, they never thought it could be her. From the horrid batfaced landlord who demanded his tenants blood, to the young elegent tech ceo who would compliment his employees as the best and the brightest before draining them dry, to the leech mouthed creature who ran a chain of hospitals and brought in his patients blood for him and his freinds before he would heal them. They say she had killed fifteen of the most powerful vampires, perhaps more, before they caught her when the werewolves smelled the blood on her shirt. Any vampire who took the blood of a human without their consent was her target, and so many of those vampires felt so much fear that they might be next, fear that their kind hadn't felt in so long.

Everyone was so quick to dissmiss her. The press labeled her a terrorist, a serial killer, a human supremacist, weather a new source considered themselves left or right it didn't matter. Activists who hated vampires disowned her to prove that they weren't like her. You could see a thousand posts on your dash telling you that violent praxis does nothing, or that even if you hate that vampires drink people's blood it doesn't give you a right to kill them over it. It seems like everyone would rather those creatures go on to drain more victims dry, then to see people put a stop to them in a way that isn't perfectly peaceful. So many people say there are peaceful ways to stop the vampires, you haven't seen any, they tell you to vote in the next election and both the candidates are demons just from diffrent circles of the abyss, both are from the dark magic that vampires are born from.

The trial is quick. Her lawyer doesn't even seem to want her to win. She admits to what she did smiling, she'll be on death row by the time it happens, but she says they'll be more, as long as their are people who don't want their blood drained there will be more people like her, the age of the vampire hunter is near.

[askrichterandco]

Ask Richter and Co. is now open for business!

Somewhere, hidden out of sight in a dingy apartment in Tokyo, lurks a creature of the night... What will you ask of him?

You can find Richter's full story here. Character descriptions under the cut!

Richter Belmont

Age: 262

Species: Vampire

Occupation: Pretending not to exist

Hobbies and interests: Woodworking and carpentry, model building/gunpla, cooking, video games, listening to music, watching movies

While Maria and Alucard were successfully able to free Richter from Shaft's influence, his sins- unwitting though they may have been- did not come without a price. Castlevania's dark energy changed Richter, cursing him with an illness few other than the legendary Simon Belmont have ever overcome. Seven days later, Richter was dead; Seven days, several minutes, and a drop of blood later, Richter was undead. 

Though Richter's family pledged to support him despite his newfound monstrosity, he knew his presence would only put them in danger. In order to protect his wife, Annette, and their young children, Richter left home, accompanied by Maria and their new friend Alucard. The three of them took up residence in Berkeley Mansion, an abandoned manor in the woods outside the town of Veros. There, the three were able to carve out a comfortable (if unorthodox) life for themselves.

Alucard and Richter soon became close friends, and stayed together through Maria's death, the burning of their home, numerous Dracula-related events, and finally, Alucard's pursuit of Dracula's reincarnation. The two now reside in a small apartment in Tokyo, where Richter spends his time attending to household chores and pursuing his hobbies. 

Up until recently, his existence was kept an absolute secret; he's now known to several of Alucard's associates, but still avoids the Agency and their landlord.

Alucard (Legal name: Genya Arikado)

Age: 577

Species: Dhampir

Occupation: Office worker/paranormal investigator/vampire hunter

Hobbies and interests: Fashion, magic, literature, illustration, listening to music, video games

It seems the long-suffering child of Count Dracula can never have a moment's peace. Though Dracula is no longer a threat, and Alucard has long since come to terms with himself and his family history, he's now terrorized by an entirely different type of horror: employment. Gone are the days of galavanting through Europe, sword in his hand and sister at his side; now he endures miseries such as emails, meetings, and rent.

When he's not working or sleeping, Alucard can generally be found spending time with his friends and family, or participating in the local goth and visual kei scene.

Soma Cruz

Age: 19

Species: Human

Occupation: College student

Hobbies and interests: Video games, manga, magic and the supernatural, fashion

There are those who have expressed concern over Soma, the reincarnation of the dark lord, being left to his own devices. Those who know him, however, know that Soma's no more of a threat to humanity than your average young witch whose enthusiasm far exceeds their experience. Though he wholeheartedly condemns his past life's decisions, Soma is fascinated by all things related to vampires and magic; he is eager to learn all he can, and maybe just a little bit bitter that he can't turn into a wolf. 

For many years, Alucard and Richter kept Soma at a distance, afraid of what would happen if he were to learn of Richter's existence and the truth of Arikado's identity. Fortunately, Soma took the revelation in stride. He greatly looks up to Alucard and Richter, and can often be found at their apartment, playing games or nagging them to teach him new spells.

Other Friends and Family

Mina Hakuba

Soma's best friend, a miko at Hakuba Shrine. Mina is no stranger to the supernatural, as her family’s shrine has long played a role in the fight against Dracula and other threats; though she lacks combat skills, her ability to keep a level head in the face of danger is impressive. Her kind heart, polite manners, and relentless determination have earned her many friends.

Julius Belmont

Richter’s great-great-something-or-other grandson. Though Dracula himself is no longer a threat, Julius is still active as a vampire hunter, dividing his time primarily between Japan and Romania. He can sometimes be a bit rough around the edges, but is a loyal friend nonetheless.

Yoko Belnades

Richter’s extremely distant cousin, a witch who works at a Latino-Japanese interfaith church in Tokyo. Yoko is a chatterbox and a bit of a gossip, but she knows how to keep a secret when need be, and is quite sharp-witted. Richter finds she often reminds him of Maria.

Maria Renard

Richter’s beloved little sister. An expert vampire hunter and powerful witch, Maria lived a long and eventful life, eventually dying of old age. Her spirit is a frequent visitor to Alucard and Richter’s apartment, always eager to stay involved in the goings-on of her lifelong housemates.

Annette Belmont

Richter’s wife, a headstrong woman who bravely defied Dracula. Though they lived separately for most of their lives, Richter and Annette maintained a devoted love for each other, and Richter has always regretted the pain his mistakes caused her and their then-young children. 

Juste, Lydie, and Maxim

Richter’s parents. A rowdy yet inseparable trio. They accepted Alucard into their family just as openly as Maria, and though he was already an adult by the time they met, Alucard views them as having been far better parents to him than Dracula ever was. However, Juste is by far the most nosy of Alucard and Richter’s ghostly houseguests, and has a tendency to complain about any interior design choices that he finds distasteful.

Trevor, Sypha, and Grant

Alucard’s very first friends, and Richter’s distant ancestors. A rough-and-tumble group of misfits from medieval Wallachia. Though their visits are less frequent than others, they’re fascinated by “the future”, finding it both amusing and disturbing.

Dante

Alucard and Richter’s long-distance friend. A cambion devil hunter, and talented guitarist. He was Richter’s first (and, for many years, only) friend after Maria’s death. His carefree attitude belies a dark past not unlike Alucard’s own.

[fantasticsims]

Disclaimer: This challenge is a 2.0 version (or more? I don’t know) of the Black Widow Challenge that already exists but with different rules & goal. I mostly wrote this for myself but I figured: why not share it out there if anyone wants to try it out. It's totally possible something like this already exists so I'm not claiming originality for the idea of making a challenge out of killing Sims 😈

Your Sim wants to be rich, live a simple life but most of all, has had enough of living in their small apartment while doing odd jobs going nowhere. And what’s better than marrying someone rich? The only problem to this answer: your Sim is not really into the whole marriage thing. Luckily, accidents happen.

Your Sim has to go from a life of misery in a San Myshuno apartment to living in the house of their dreams in the world of their choice. Your Sim has to marry many Sims (especially the wealthy!) and each spouse has to experience a different death.

MAKING YOUR SIM -

Your Sim can have any trait you want, but they must have at least ONE negative trait of your choosing.

Pick an ASPIRATION among the ones below and try to complete it before becoming an elder:

- Serial Romantic - Villainous Valentine - Mansion Baron - Fabulously Rich

THE APARTMENT -

Pick an apartment among the less expensive in the Spice Market district of San Myshuno: Culpepper House, Jasmine Suites or build your own on the Old Salt House lot.

After moving in use the cheat code MONEY and give yourself a budget of 25 000 to decorate your apartment the way you want.

WORKING -

You should have a Level 1 job or something part-time. The goal is not to develop any sort of career, if your Sim obtains a promotion you immediately quit and start a new job. Once you get married, you’re done working for the rest of your Sim life!

You can do any sort of activity that brings you some money such as writing books, knitting, painting, programming OR even become a landlord. You simply can not have a job / develop any sort of career. 

GETTING MARRIED -

Before being able to marry any of your spouse you should check a few things off of your list:

- Have Love and Friendship above 50 (easy!) - You must have the status of boyfriend/girlfriend. - You must have two dates: one at your home and one on a community lot. - Go on a “weekend getaway” aka spend a romantic night out in another world (on a rental lot).

DYING SPOUSE - 

There are around 34 Deaths in the Sims 4. Each of your spouse needs to experience a different kind of death. Because of this, you can do this challenge two ways:

- One Sim: Do as many deaths as possible in your lifespan. You can use potions to live longer if you want to do ALL deaths. - Legacy style: have children carry on the death of the spouses once your own Sim dies of old age. 

YOU CAN - 

- Have as many children as you want or not have any at all with your spouses, you can adopt, or have zero children. The choice is yours! - Have pets, horses, goats, and whatever animal you wish to! 

This is a list of all the possible deaths with each corresponding pack. Some are not on the list such as the ones from the High School Years pack since these deaths only work on teenagers.

Hunger Fire Old Age Overexertion Electrocution Anger Embarrassment Laughter Cow Plant Drowning Meteor Steam - Spa Day Pufferfish poisoning - City Life Sun - Vampires Poison -  Jungle Adventure Rodent Fever - My First Pet Mother Plant - Strangerville Overheating - Seasons Freezing - Seasons Lightning - Seasons Flowers - Seasons Fish Pond -  Get Famous Sharks- Island Living Research Machines -  Discover University Magic Overload - Realm of Magic Murphy Bed - Tiny Living Flies - Eco Lifestyle Beetle Juice - Eco Lifestyle Vending Machine - Snowy Escape Fall - Snowy Escape Killer Chicken - Cottage Living Killer Rabbit - Cottage Living Mold - For Rent Wishing Well -  Romantic Gardens

STEP 1

Life in San Myshuno! Your apartment, the odd jobs, the dates until you finally meet THE ONE, get engaged and finally GET MARRIED.

STEP 2

The married life! Move in with your spouse, get a lover on the side while waiting for you spouse to die. Once you’ve reached 50 in love and friendship with your lover you can actively help with your spouse’s death.

STEP 3

Marriage number 2! Bulldoze your first’s spouse house and get the cash, move in with your second spouse, wait or help for their death once you’ve gotten married (no need to have a lover this time unless you want to).

STEP 4

The Dream House! Bulldoze your second spouse’s home once they die, get the cash and move to the world of your choosing and build the house of your dreams! Keep on marrying sims, nudge their death, cash the money and live your best life.

[vermutandherring]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

Andrzej Engelhardt

I know, there already was a lot of this man, but I just can't get enough of him 🥺

Yes, he's from those Engelhardt family you thought of. He's one of the sons of the nobleman Engelhardt - a Taras Shevchenko's landlord.

After his death he turned into a vampire for his father's actions. So you shouldn't be sorry for neither of them. He also doesn't like to bring it into light or be associated with the inglorious noblemen from 200 years ago...

...That's why he holds one of the leading positions in SUMNE (Service of the Ukrainian Migration of the Undead). His duties include the control and accounting of various kinds of extraordinary creatures, mostly other vampires. He believes that he can be more useful this way.

His favorite dish is Bloody Holodetz (aspic). But he never eats it at home. Because the best holodetz is served at the Lord Chornobog's banquets, in his Shadow Residence on the Bald Mountain.

I created him for some story of mine really long time ago. That's why his background sounds like I'm on some kind of funny pills 🙈

I think it's worth to mention that he's a fictional character and isn't related with the real prototypes. I didn't have an intention to glorify landlording, especially the one that was established in Ukraine in the 18 - 19 centuries and was not different from the slavery. That's why my man will be burning in hell forever.

[unsoundedcomic]

Just seen your post contrasting Vampire and Ruck's immortality/personality, and I was wondering how far different the two types were from each other (true immortal vs old ager.) Is the big difference (guiding factor to their behavior, etc) JUST death? Or is it also upbringing/environment/other influences? How is 'immortality is a normal thing to this character/society upbringing' vs 'character suddenly gets immortality' different for a character?

These are meaty questions. I would say that the primary difference between Ruck and Vampire is they are different species. Vampire was a man and Ruck is a senet snake efheby. Because Vampire was a man, he was only ever meant to live 70 years or so. His mind and the minds of other longer-lived Alds have to find ways to cope with their longevity. That's what interests me about Coppers and Jets. I wanted to explore regular humans who suddenly get to live five or six or seven times as long as we do. What would that look like? Are they taking advantage of their extra years to become better, more complete people? Or do they do what we tend to do, and reach a plateau, and stay there until the void takes us.

We'll explore that in Alderode. But my conceit has always been that we wouldn't know what to do with centuries, much less eternity. Most of us barely take advantage of the decades we do get and spend a whole heckuva lot of time looking for ways to tune out of consciousness altogether.

I liked Lemuel's response to Duane asking him if he'd want to be longer-lived. "Why? So I can keep doing THIS?"

I suppose I have always been a bit disillusioned with existence. I like my life just fine but I can't help but see the constant ennui and despair everywhere around us. Not big political stuff, but dreams deferred, loves lost, and this perpetual need so many people have to try and shut off their consciousness, either through booze or media binges. I don't think very many of us are all that thrilled to be here.

Now, you take another world that's not too different from ours, and you make some people live a really long time. You make them obscenely rich with a currency of years. What are they going to do with that? Are they going to spread the love? I don't know, do the wealthy of our world spread their wealth? Or do they isolate themselves and hoard it? Maybe they desperately try to feel things, and go to obscene lengths to feel young and new again. Maybe they just keep their head down and keep working working working because pockets heaped with tomorrows don't pay the landlord or the grocer, and work is all that ever gave them meaning or purpose.

[orange-peony]

Thanks for tagging me this week @rimeswithpurple​, @larkral​, @artsyunderstudy​, @vukovich​ and @blackberrysummerblog​. Loved all of your snippets!

I’ve finished chapter 3 of Once upon a time and started chapter 4. Here’s a bit from Simon’s POV:

“What?” I ask, confused, a wave of panic making my palms sweat. “You can smell magic on people?”

“I can smell and see and hear all sorts of things that normal people don’t even notice,” he replies softly, as if it were a secret between us. I wonder how many people beside me and his parents know that he’s a vampire.

A part of me wants him to know, to find out my own secret.

There is a small part of me, the dark one that I always try to ignore, that wants him to see the monster that I’ve become. And I like sharing secrets with him, so I take a step closer, until I’m almost touching him. I watch the silver rings of his eyes reach up to meet mine, his lovely eyelashes fluttering a couple of times as his nostrils flare. His tongue appears for a moment, licking his bottom lip and making it look inviting and soft and so kissable that I have to clench my fists to repress the urge to lean in for a kiss.

“What do I smell like, then?” I whisper instead.

I’ve also started drafting a snowbaz superheroes + flatmates AU that hit me like a brick as I was cleaning this morning. Have an extra bit:

“Where are you going with that box?” Baz asks, leaning on his doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand when Simon’s done depositing the last of his boxes outside his door.

“Moving out,” Simon replies tiredly. He doesn’t want to do this. He wishes he could just leave without Baz rubbing it in that he’s a failure at absolutely everything. He wishes he could just sneak out of the door and then maybe come back one day when he’s got his shit together. But he knows someone else would be living here by then. A new neighbour that Baz will either annoy to death or charm with his model’s looks and mile-long legs.

“Where to?”

“My friend Penny,” Simon replies. Then, since he has a masochistic streak, he feels the need to add. “Her sofa. Can’t afford the rent here anymore.”

“Well, it might come as a surprise to you because you can’t read,” Baz says, pointing at a sign on his door that wasn’t there twenty minutes ago, when Simon started hauling boxes across the hallway they share, “but I am looking for a flatmate. I happen to have a spare room, and I need cash.”

“No, you don’t,” Simon points out with a frown, carefully reading Baz’s slanted cursive to check he’s not taking the ultimate piss. It does say Flatmate wanted. Enquire within. “Besides, the landlord would kick you out if he found out that you’re subletting.”

“Snow, I own the flat,” Baz deadpans.

Tagging (no pressure): @avenueofesc​, @bubble-gumhead​, @pato-roldnart​, @crazybutgood​, @artsyunderstudy​, @letraspal​, @larkral​, @facewithoutheart​, @martsonmars​, @cutestkilla​, @hushed-chorus​, @j-nipper-95​, @imagineacoolusername​, @thewholelemon​, @tea-brigade​, @ebbpettier​ and anyone else who fancies sharing what they’ve been working on (feel free to say I tagged you).

[sseanettles]

I struggled to choose (your wips sound so cool!) but I thought I'd go one of your original works :) so yellow rose manor?

haha aw thanks @rriavian! don't worry you picked a fun one!

yellow rose manor is going to eventually be a series, but it's going to be my take of what happens when you have a bunch of zillennial supernatural entities renting an apartment together and their ensuing adventures and shenanigans with all the plots rooted in real life issues of stuff like domestic abuse, religious trauma, addiction, etc. etc.

It's set in San Francisco, so the apartment is an old Victorian home that is haunted on a very structural level by the ghost of a murdered nine year old Victorian era girl who possesses the house because her body was buried in the foundations. So she's the kind of haunting where if you set up foundational stones in other places she can teleport the house to those foundation stones, she can change the very structure of the building to screw with you (moving doors, stairs, etc.) and is simultaneously everyone's mom due to her chronological age vs. death age and the WOULD YOU STOP THAT poltergeist.

Her compatriot and "dad" of the house is the "landlord" which is really just her old friend who solved her murder back in the 1800s and has taken care of her and the house ever since. His fun twist is that he's actually Galahad the grail knight and spends his eternity following the magically moving island of avalon to protect arthur and await his return. We have some good old loyal knight pining after his king situation here. The house moves with him and for now Avalon is magically posted out in San Francisco Bay by Angel Island and Alcatraz, not that mortals can see it. He is begrudging team dad, the tired and burnt out idealist who is trying so hard to not live up to his legend anymore and just be a guy waiting for his love to wake up. Because he's so burnt out about the world that if he tried to use The Greatest Knight Of The Roundtable Skills without those morals/guiding lights anymore, he's going to just hurt people. We'll see if his latest tenants/eventual found family can help him hope and believe again.

The other members of the house are a medium/witch who is running away from her abusive hyper-religious family and is the newest addition to this house (brought on via a craigslist ad because they need someone to purge the ghost haunting this house they just moved into, it's a really nice house with cheap rent and the landlord is never around, pleaaase?).

Then there is a vampire who has agoraphobia from pre-bitten times, was transformed only twenty years ago or so and HATES that this is the era he's gotta be starting out as immortal in. I have some heft addiction and prior domestic abuse arcs planned for him, it's going to be a good but painful time.

There's a werewolf who is Muslim and has the biggest golden retriever energy, and she handles her zoomies energy by playing on a very physical local recreational soccer team. It'll be a take on lycanthropy where it's viewed as a blessing/god giving you the power to defend that which you love instead of a curse, and she treats it as such.

There is one human in the house, his name is Kevin, and he makes sure that everyone has the appropriate meals and nutrition and supernatural existence requirements/enrichment. His running gag is that everyone he gets close to turns out to be supernatural, and he's so proud when he brings his girlfriend home to show off like hey look guys a fully normal human isn't she great? At which point Galahad walks in and just says "yeah so how did you of all people meet Doto the Nereid", and Kevin just loses his mind.

The first book will be called The House On the Hill and opens like this:

There was a house that lived on a hill. This was not unusual for San Francisco where nearly every house, apartment, office, and parking lot was, in fact, built upon a hill. It made for messy city life—parallel parking from an even deeper circle of hell, savage cardio workouts built into the weekly run to the local grocery store (if it hadn’t been demolished in favor of the latest hipster shop in a never-ending chain of hipster shops), and a sizeable yearly budget for brake pads. Nevertheless, there was still a house that lived on a hill.

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Blood Brothers.(part 15)

(Sundrop and Moondrop are at their old apartment to confirm that they have new living arrangements and bring their stuff to their new home).

Cockroach landlord: So you two live somewhere else now?

Sundrop: Yes.

Cockroach landlord: Where did you move to?

Sundrop: Well...we moved into a village just outside of the city.

Cockroach landlord: Thanks for the heads up, and I am guessing that you want to take your stuff to your new house.

Sundrop: We sure do.

Cockroach landlord: Okay, I'll let you get your stuff.

Sundrop: Thank you, I'll go tell my brother.

(It cuts to Moondrop outside, waiting for Sundrop to tell him that they can get their stuff. He hears something scuttering around).

Moondrop: What was that?

(He turns around to see a rat by his feet.)

Moondrop: Oh, (crouches down closer to the rat) hello little rat, what are you doing out here?

(Moondrop was about to pick up the rat when he smelled something sweet and delicate).

Moondrop in thought: Is that blood I smell...

(The smell of the blood reaches his brain and awakens his bloodlust).

Moondrop: Grrr...blood!!!

(Moodrop's eyes turn blood red, we switch to the perspective of a pink oppossum lady with bleeding scratches caused by a stray cat. She turns around to see Moondrop in his blood thirsty state).

Oppossum lady in thought: (Of course, after the very unlucky day I've had of course I come across a blood thirsty vampire right after I've been scratched.)

Oppossum lady: You should just drink me dry, I don't care anymore...

Moondrop: If you insist...

(Even though the oppossum lady didn't care, her body instinctively caused her to run).

Moondrop:(menacing) Oh no you don't, you gave yourself to me, remember....

Oppossum lady in thought: (I know I gave my blood up to you, but my survival instincts are making me run away, even with such an unlucky life that isn't worth living, a part of me still wants to be alive.)

(Moondrop lunged at the oppossum lady and caught her (they were now in the same position of Legoshi and Haru). It then transitions into his head).

Moondrop: Oh God, I'm going to drink this poor mortal to death, why can't I just ignore my bloodlust, I do know how it feels to be preyed on by a vampire after all.

M.B: You know it's because vampires can't escape their bloodlust...

Moondrop: God Dammit, why won't you just leave me alone!?

M.B: I told you, vampires can't escape their bloodlust, we're like instincts.

Moondrop: Sundrop, please come back before I bite this poor mortal...

M.B: It's no use, Sundrop won't get out here in time. Just let it happen, the real fun is just beginning...

(The bloodlust takes over Moondrop).

Moondrop: You're mine...

(Moondrop was about to bite the oppossum lady's neck a drain her of all her blood, but the oppossum lady's friend found them).

Toucan lady: Blossom!!!

(Moondrop snaps out of his bloodlust, and his eyes change back to sky blue. He lets go of Blossom, and she and her friend run away).

Moondrop: I'm so sorry...

(The end of part 15)

[firstprince-ao3feed]

Caution: may bite.

by natoureuse Hello, Alex. I saw your ad earlier today and I’m well up for being your new roommate if you’ll have me. I’m a dead sound and a responsible 24 year old bloke who enjoys cleaning and laying down staring at my ceiling. If that seems like someone you’d be interested in, I would be amenable to meeting up with you and going over the details. Thanks and have a good day. Henry. Alex winces at the I'm a dead sound part, considering the circumstances, but he laughs at the rest and replies with enthusiasm. His landlord had advised him to not mention the recent accident upstairs, but he is still unsure about what to do. Or: When Alex’s upstairs neighbor dies mysteriously, he thinks no one will want to move inside his building with the blood still fresh only an apartment above. Henry, however, doesn’t seem to care. Alex starts suspecting Henry might just be: his dead neighbor. Words: 7132, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Henry is a vampire and a dumbass, Alex needs a roommate, I made up my own vampire lore btw, mentions of blood and death, but it’s silly, dont ask me how David is immortal in this, But he is via https://ift.tt/lE6ySvc

[headfullofpresley]

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡!𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: witch!Elvis, witch!reader, slight enemies to lovers, mention of vampires, use of familiars, mention of demons, sacrifice of animals (if you squint), inaccurate information about supernatural creatures and spells bc i like making shit up lol, strong language.

A/N: witch, warlock - use whatever floats your boat. :) this is long af and after proofreading it i hate it, but whatevurrrr!

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“The Italians call them Strega. The Yoruba of West Africa call them Aje, meaning mother. In Norway, they called them Häxa. And here, we call them witch. Over the centuries, vampires and other species have fought them and fought beside them, bedded them and burned them. Whether adversary or ally, they have been a force to be reckoned with.”

You had never been interested in getting a roommate; living in a small apartment in the middle of bustling Beale Street, you were perfectly fine on your own.

Well, you weren't exactly on your own. You had your trusty familiar Pepper who came in the shape of a black cat with you at all times.

She was just as content as you were with just the two of you, but as your landlord upped the rent, you had no choice than to put an ad in the newspaper.

After turning down several people with the best excuses you could come up with, you knew you would have to take in someone soon before you got yourself in money troubles.

Unfortunately, you couldn't compel your way through life like those pesky vampires that thought they ruled the world.

You had prayed that an actual interesting person would eventually show up at your door and it seemed like your prayers had been answered.

Your new roommate came with gorgeous oceanic blue eyes and dark locks that were styled to perfection.

He wasn't bad on the eyes, not at all.

But God... he was annoying.

You sensed he was a witch immediately and he knew it too, which was something you bonded over but there were a lot of different types of witches around.

Coming from one of the oldest witch covens in Scandinavia, you considered yourself a good witch. Somewhat.

You'd like to think you were a keeper of the balance between the supernatural and human world, but you had a past of running with vampires – up to the point where your coven had pretty much shunned you.

It was the biggest reason why you had come to the States.

Elvis was drawn to dark magic, something you stayed away from unless it was necessary to use it. In a life or death situation, for example.

Elvis wasn't a completely unpleasant person to live with – he cleaned up after himself, he'd cook when you weren't up for it and he paid his cut of the rent on time.

But when it came to his magic, it was like he had no regards for other people. He practiced whenever he felt like it and his damn crow familiar was just as careless as he was, annoying Pepper and you any chance it got.

You loved animals; adored them, really, but sometimes the temptation to snap the bird's neck was nearly unbearable.

Still, you accepted it. Pepper knew how to stand up for herself and Elvis usually got his bird away from you whenever he was on his way to your room to cause a little chaos again.

It were the nightly visits from spirits and other not-so-human creatures that really got on your nerves. When you were face to face with a random demon on your way to the kitchen to get a drink when you woke up out of your sleep, you stormed into Elvis' room.

After sending the other annoying fucker away, that was.

“Y/N, I'm kind of in the middle of somethin'," he'd exclaim in annoyance, as if he had the right to be annoyed, holding up his arms.

Surrounded by candles, he was sitting on his knees with his grimoire in front of him. Shadow, his crow, was sitting happily on the edge of his bed.

“I nearly had a heart attack on the way to the bathroom. Can you stop fucking summoning demons?”

“He was helpin' me with a spell,” rolling his eyes, he'd wave you off and lean back over his grimoire. “He ain't gonna hurt you, honey,”

You'd grow more annoyed at the pet name; you told him before you didn't like it, but he kept using them.

“I don't care, Elvis. Do that somewhere else or when I'm not home,”

“You know, as a fellow witch, I really think you should be more understanding of my practices. I ain't naggin' and hollerin' when you're drinking your smelly tea,”

He was talking about lavender tea. Idiot.

Looking at him as if he had grown two heads, you'd eventually roll your eyes and decide giving him an answer to that wouldn't be worth it. Telling him to stop once more and wishing him a good night, you'd wave your hand at his grimoire, making the pages flutter on purpose before you'd go back to bed.

You and Elvis hadn't exactly come to any agreements on that night or whatsoever, but you hadn't seen any demons lingering around, so you figured he wasn't channeling them anymore whenever you were around.

That didn't mean he didn't get less annoying, though.

Random spirits would still pop up, sometimes even in your room, and eventually getting used to it you'd send them off this room.

You didn't mind the energies in your house all too much but in the meanwhile, Shadow was getting more and more on your damn nerves.

Pepper usually didn't lick your face – being able to shift into human form, she thought it was weird – so you were surprised when you woke up one morning because of the feeling of the cat's tongue licking at your cheek as she frantically meowed in your ear.

Sitting up in your bed, you blinked your eyes a few times and then widened them as you saw Shadow fluttering and hopping through the room, making an absolute mess.

“ELVIS!”

Jumping out of your bed, you managed to grab the bird by its wings and held him in your grip as you stormed into the kitchen where Elvis was sipping on his coffee, giving you an innocent smile.

“Keep your fucking bird out of my room!”

“Don't call him a bird, he doesn't like that,” he'd whisper as he allowed Shadow to sit on his shoulder when you let him go, gently patting his little head.

Pepper sat at your feet with her tail swirled around your ankle as you'd place your hands on the small kitchen island, glaring with anger at the male witch.

“Listen, I don't give a rat's ass what your little bird does in your room, but keep him out of mine. If I find shit in there, you're both dead!”

Elvis shamelessly laughed as you pointed a finger at him, watching you walk away from him.

“Oh, I'm shakin', honey. You hear that, Shadow? The witch bitch and her cat are threatening us,” he'd mumble to the crow, chuckling as you stopped dead in your tracks. “How typical,”

Turning around, you stormed back at him, steam nearly coming out of your ears.

“Very funny coming from the guy who only knows how to summon demons and calls his crow Shadow,” you'd throw back at him with a scoff, folding your arms.

Raising his eyebrows, he'd let out a cocky laugh and put his coffee down. “You don't know what I'm capable of,”

You'd laugh and look at him expectantly, but instead he'd just give you a little grin as he told you to ‘wait and see’ before he disappeared into his bedroom to get ready for work.

Still angry, you stormed back into your own room to clean up and get ready as well. You weren't too worried about his little threat, as your ego was big enough to think you could take him on if he was being serious.

Despite being interested in dark magic, he wasn't a bad person by nature and Elvis had no intentions of actually hurting you or anything of the matter.

But he did like annoying you because he liked seeing you so riled up; it got you to pay attention to him.

And you were real pretty with your cheeks all flushed, eyes full of both frustration and surprise at his actions.

It started with little things – making himself appear in your dreams (making sure they were extra steamy), have Shadow be as loud as he could in the mornings, or simply move whatever object you were reaching for away from you.

You knew he'd probably get bored and stop if you'd stop giving him a reaction, but you were incapable of doing so. Secretly, you liked getting attention from him just as much.

When he started sacrificing chickens and small rodents in the shower and leaving the blood behind on the walls for you to clean up, you were fed up with this little ‘playful’ war.

As he was away at work, Shadow looked on as you drew a pentagram on the floor of Elvis' bedroom, candles surrounding it with a fake dead crow smack in the middle of the symbol.

You twisted the neck of the fake bird in an uncomfortable manner and splashed some blood out of one of his jars that were lined up on a shelf onto the fake bird and around it.

You rolled your eyes as you read the label on the jar, learning it was werewolf blood; dark witches were so weird.

Shadow was screeching his head off the entire time, probably not liking the little prank you were playing on his person; he had no choice than to land on your arm when you told him so. Being alone with you and a hissing Pepper at your feet, the bird was outnumbered.

“You better stay quiet, little Shadow, or I'll put you in that pentagram,” you told the bird as you sat him down on the desk in your room, pointing a finger at him. “And no making a mess or shitting all over the place or,” sliding your finger across your throat, the bird got the hint but as you tapped your finger on the tip of his beak, he nipped at your finger, his tongue coming in contact with the blood on your digit.

Pepper twirled her tail as she followed you with her chin raised, leaving Shadow behind in your room.

You left the door of Elvis' room ajar, washing your hands before you sat down on the couch with a book in your hand and Pepper laying next to you.

When Elvis came home, he was in good spirits. He greeted you happily as he threw his jacket over one of the stools by the island and whistled for Shadow, who usually would come flying out of his room to land on his arm.

When the crow was unresponsive, Elvis looked at you and you shrugged your shoulders innocently.

You watched him go into the bedroom, holding your laugh as you hid your face behind your book.

You expected him to come out and immediately see the bird was fake and the both of you would have a good laugh before he'd start scheming his next plan to get back at you.

Instead, you were taken by surprise as your book went flying out of your hands and across the room, an angry Elvis storming over to you with the bird in his hands.

“What have you done?! Are you fuckin' crazy, woman?”

He was yelling, anger swimming in his glossy eyes.

You sat there, looking up at him with guilt crawling its way into the pit of your stomach; you picked up Pepper when she hissed at Elvis and put her aside before you got up from the couch.

“Elvis-”

“No!” he'd yell, holding up his hand to stop you from coming closer to him. Your confusion only grew when he threw the bird aside and held up his bloody fingers, looking at you with wild eyes.

“Elvis, the bird is fake!” you yelled, managing to get a word in.

He let out a laugh, but you didn't recognize the emotion in it.

“You think I'm fuckin' blind? Ofcourse the bird is fake! But the blood, Y/N, the blood!”

“It's just werewolf blood, Elvis. I didn't use all of it, I'm sure you can get more from where ever the hell you got it from,”

He'd groan in frustration, as if you should be able to know what he was talking about. You didn't usually work with blood in your own craft and because this was just a prank and not an actual spell, you figured it wouldn't matter.

Turned out, you were wrong.

A loud bang came out of your bedroom and you gasped, looking at your door; the banging continued, as well as the sounds of things crashing and breaking.

“What the hell is going on?”

“The blood is spelled. I finished it just last night for a client – a werewolf client, so he wouldn't have to transform during a full moon anymore but rather at free will. It's a shapeshifting spell, Y/N,”

You weren't dumb. You knew what it meant.

Unfortunately for you and Elvis in this damned situation, it meant that with a spell like that (God knows what else Elvis put in it) the person who would drink the bloody potion was able to shapeshift whenever.

Seeing he used werewolf blood, it would shapeshift the person into or out of a wolf whenever they pleased.

Apparently, he made it in a way that it worked on animals too because the sounds coming out of your room right now definitely could not be caused by a crow.

You looked down at your hands, touching your face as you looked at Elvis with wide eyes.

“It only works by ingesting it,” rolling his eyes, he grabbed your arm as Shadow started banging against the bedroom door now, threatening to break out.

Even though the curse of the moon was created by witches, it wasn't like every werewolf hated witches – the problem was that they saw anything in sight as prey.

Before you and Elvis could think of a proper escape plan, Shadow revealed himself as a large dark wolf with glowing golden eyes as he barged through the door, making you gasp in horror.

“Tell him to change back, Elvis! It's a shapeshifting spell; the whole point of one is that it gives free will,” slapping his chest in a panic, you took a few steps back as Elvis did as well.

“He is a bird, Y/N!”

“He's your familiar, he has a soul, a conscious; tell him!"

Elvis looked down at you, letting out a soft awkward laugh as he held onto your arm the way you were holding onto his.

“Funny you mention that; he's actually just a bird, that's it. I found him a few years ago when he fell out of his nest,”

You gawked at the witch next to you, not believing what he was telling you. This fucker really just picked up a random bird from the streets and considered it its familiar.

You could just kill him right now, but there wasn't exactly time for that because you were about to get mauled by a freaking werewolf in your own living room.

You slipped your hand in Elvis', channeling his powers as you held up your other hand and he immediately did the same.

He hated doing this, but he couldn't exactly let them be killed even though he was attached to Shadow.

With both your magic combined, it seemed like your powers very were strong; the wolf didn't stand a chance as the entire ground felt as if it was shaking, the harmony of your and Elvis' chanting causing Pepper to hide away in the kitchen.

Shadow let out a strangled howl before dropping to the ground, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his tongue drooped out of his mouth unceremoniously.

Slowly lowering your hands, you and Elvis stared at the wolf before the man next to you started moving to the animal and kneeled down next to it.

“We better get rid off him,” he whispered, the sound of sorrow in his voice making you feel even more guilty.

Although Elvis told you numerous of times that he didn't blame you, you felt bad.

Shadow might not have been a proper familiar, but you knew Elvis was fond of the bird so a few weeks later, you found yourself standing in a pet store.

You and Elvis became friends, giving up on your little war of magic, and you figured he'd like a new companion.

You chose a parrot this time; figuring he could use an upgrade from crows.

You went all out as you picked a blue and yellow macaw, getting the biggest cage you could get your hands on and everything the bird needed.

Giving him a nice spot in the living room, you spelled the poor bird to be able to speak perfectly; you wanted it to be the perfect surprise for your roommate turned friend and you weren't really looking forward to hearing them practice night and day.

As Elvis came home and saw the bird, he was taken by surprise but he was immediately taken by the animal and the animal by him.

“I'm callin' him Hades,” he'd grin as he proudly wandered around the living room with his new pet on his arm.

“Seriously?” you deadpanned with a roll of your eyes.

“You have a cat named Pepper,” he scoffed, scratching Pepper under her chin. “No offence, Pep,”

As you grew closer to Elvis, so did Pepper and she had fully accepted him – up to the point where she'd sneak into his room in the middle of the night to sleep next to him instead next to you.

You didn't mind it all too much though, knowing she'd always find her way back to you.

Things between you and Elvis were good. You weren't feeling as guilty anymore for what you did and you realised that you enjoyed being friends with him more than having him as a ‘frenemy’.

Slowly but surely, you were opening up to each other; exchanging spells, working on spells together and you becoming more open to dark magic.

You learned that dark magic wasn't always as bad as you had been taught by your (ex)coven and you realised that it actually came in handy in dangerous situations.

You were hoping that it wouldn't come to the point of actually having to use it, but a shift happened in the supernatural world in the city and it was a big one.

With a clan of ancient vampires settling in the city, everyone was on edge. Werewolves got the hell out of dodge and hid away on the outskirts of town and the witch covens started becoming suspicious of anyone and anything.

The vampires started applying rules to other supernaturals – werewolves weren't welcome at all anymore and witches weren't allowed to use magic. The penalty was simple; death.

You and Elvis didn't belong to any covens anymore. You learned that he stepped out of his previous coven on his own accord because he didn't like being watched and following rules, but right now, it caused the both of you to be outnumbered.

Most of the witches in town were too scared of the vampires to go against their rules so when you and Elvis went around to form one big coven, doors were shut in your faces every single time.

“Maybe we should pack up and leave,” you sighed heavily as you wandered back home one night with Elvis.

“Oh hell no. I ain't leavin' for a bunch of pale motherfuckers, honey. If the others don't wanna help, that's on them, but I'm getting the vampires out of here and fast,”

You'd laugh, finding his determination endearing but you didn't believe his words. You were outnumbered and even though you and Elvis were strong together, you'd stand no chance against this many vampires and whatever allies they had all at once.

You and Elvis would still do magic at home but you were too afraid to do anything outside; vampires crawled around everywhere, keeping an eye out on things and reporting back to their higher ups of anything suspicious going around.

No matter how much you hated it, you accepted the fact that you'd probably never be able to use magic outdoors as long as you lived in Memphis.

Elvis wasn't so quick to give up though and he called up every powerful being he knew would be willing to help.

When you came home from work one afternoon, your entire apartment was filled with witches, vampire hunters and a handful of werewolves, both from Memphis and other places. Weapons were spread out on the table and everything.

“We're takin' back our city tonight,” he told you with a bright smile, wiggling a wooden stake in the air.

You were nervous, maybe a little bit scared of what the night would bring but you were there among the witches nonetheless.

In the middle of the night when the humans were tucked away safe and sound in their bed, Beale Street was crawling with supernaturals.

Naturally, the commotion drew attention and it didn't take long for the vampires to show up.

You had expected there to be some exchange of words, maybe even a peaceful agreement or whatsoever but Elvis jumped into action immediately and you had no choice but to follow.

Maybe you hadn't shown it as much as Elvis did but you were just as frustrated and angry with the other species, so gradually, you started to enjoy yourself out there.

Snapping necks with just a snap of your fingers, frying vampire brains or making them bite off their own tongue.

Beale Street was painted red that night and the feeling of working together with Elvis gave you such immense power that it was nearly addicting.

You worked well together, cornering unsuspecting vampires to have them face a very gnarly end.

It was dark and evil and you enjoyed every second of it.

You kept the best for last as you and Elvis froze the leader of the vampire clan in place, making him unable to move as a werewolf pounced onto him and tore his head off.

By the end of it, you were both tired and high on adrenaline; instead of taking you home, Elvis took you and the group to the mansion known as Graceland the vampires had infiltrated when they took over the city.

“El, what are we doing here?” you'd question as you watched him open the gates of the large property with a flick of his wrist, taking you with him as he walked onto the drive way and up to the house.

“Welcome to your new home,” he simply said, smiling from ear to ear as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “I told you, we were taking back the city and since those fuckers are dead, we might as well take their home. All of us,”

You looked around at the other creatures around you, the vampire hunters putting the dead vampires on a pile before lighting them on fire, creating a freaky (but satisfying) bonfire.

“It may not be traditional,” he'd whisper to you, looking down at you to meet your eyes. “But we can create our own coven, our own pack. Whatever you want to call it. A family, I guess,”

“Pepper?” you questioned, moved by his words, but still worried about your familiar.

Elvis opened his mouth, but a girl beat him to it, grinning from ear to ear as she looked at you. “Right here,”

You looked at the brunette in front of you, recognizing her immediately; you laughed and hugged her. She smiled and looked at Elvis, raising an eyebrow before she'd turn back to you.

“This fool is in love with you,” she blurted out shamelessly, knowing he would otherwise never confess.

“Pepper!” he yelled in a whisper as she turned around and laughed while walking off with a wave, making him turn to you with a slightly flushed face.

“You're in love with me?”

“You know, for a witch you're very out of touch with your intuition,” he commented, wanting to continue speaking but you cut him off by pressing your lips against his.

He didn't hesitate to kiss you back, pulling you closer against him immediately.

Maybe he was right, maybe you were out of touch with your intuition, maybe you were not even a good witch at all, but you did not care at all. Life was back to normal; it was going to get even better.

“I love the house and I love the idea of all of us living here, but just promise me one thing..” you said as you pulled back from the kiss, pointing a finger at him. “No demons,”

“But you look so cute when you're mad,” he pouted, though a playful smirk appeared on his face immediately after.

“I mean it, Elvis,”

“Fine, fine, no demons,” giving you a playful roll of his eyes, he'd swing his arm over your shoulder and look at the bonfire. “Scaredy cat,”

Raising your hand a little and aiming it as his side, you made him move away from you a few feet. He'd laugh loudly and make you move forward to land against his chest with a small huff before he'd wrap his arms around you again.

“Don't start a war you can't win, honey,”

Squinting your eyes at him, you didn't even had the chance to declare another silly magic war because he was already kissing you again which you happily along with.

Perhaps it was not traditional at all. But you'd rather be part of a group that had each others back rather than in any witch coven the wouldn't allow you to be friendly with other creatures unless you had something to gain from it.

The only coven you wanted to be part of was the one with Elvis in it and even if others would step out, you knew you'd have him there and that was all that mattered.

[cryocoffinvampire]

We don’t know it didn’t happen…

Now we know that according to legend Julie d’Aubigny (La Maupin) died in a convent shortly after the woman she loved died. And we know that we know very little about Jane Austen’s personal life because her family burned her letters after she died, a practice often committed against queer people of the time. And we know that there were two Paris lesbian landlords to various authors including Hemingway, actually convincing him to be less homophobic because their writing advice was just that good. Now we don’t know that La Maupin didn’t fake her death. And we don’t know she didn’t meet a vampiric nun shortly beforehand. And we don’t know that Julie and Jane weren’t actually very close friends and on again off again lovers while Jane was alive. And we don’t know that Jane Austen didn’t also fake her death in order to get away from her family. And we don’t know that they weren’t secretly the Paris lesbian landlords…

[dickinfectionbez]

Mors, Amicitia et Deinceps

Life after death in Dahlia and how Sam and Gavin deal with the death of their loved ones long after they died.

Sorta NSFW

Gavin didn’t stay in one place after Freelancer died, Caelum called him a hobo on multiple occasions, trying to get him to at least stay the night.

Gavin would always refuse, not wanting to stay on D.A.M.N grounds longer than he wanted to. But here he was, suitcase in hand standing in front of a small house, small flowers dotting the path to the door following D.U.M.P’s ‘guide to grieving’. He knocked on the door before pulling a tri-folded pamphlet out of his coat pocket, reading the first page to look busy.

D.U.M.P’s Guide to Grieving for Immortals.

Step One: Donate the loved one’s possessions and store any picture of them away (preferably buried with the loved one). [This was bullshit in Gavin’s eyes but he hid the pictures away anyways.]

Step Two: Move Away from the property if shared with the loved one. If comfortable, sign-up for the Immortal residency scheme to gain a new roommate. [Freelancer’s 

apartment was a rental, so this wasn’t difficult with the landlord being an asswipe. He had signed up with mock-enthusiasm. Who would want an Incubus as a roommate?]

Step Three: Move on with life, keep the loved one in the back of your memories but do not dwell on them, they wouldn’t want you too. [More bullshit in Gavin’s eyes, how was he supposed to just go on and forget not only the love of his life, but his closest friends as well?]

“Hello?” a voice asked cautiously, a southern twang coating their words. Gavin looked up to be eye-level with his new roommate, a vampire by the name of Sam Collins. “I’m Sam, you must be Gavin.” Gavin nodded, waiting for the look of disgust to appear in Sam’s eyes as he looked at Gavin’s horns. But it never came. Instead Sam offered his hand, Gavin accepting quickly, shaking firmly. 

They both moved silently into the house, Sam extending his hand out to take Gavin’s bag. He watched Gavin move back and turned to give him space. “-and this is your room.” Sam said, opening a door to a neatly made bed with blue cotton sheets. 

The room was sparsely decorated, just the bed, a dresser and a painting on a wall. The painting was of a lake house, nine figures out in the water. “Angel painted it.” Sam said with a sparkle in his eyes, “they basically ushered us out into the lake for hours, David included. He could tell everyone as much as he wanted that he was the alpha but we all know Angel was running the show.” Sam slapped his thighs, “well i’ll leave you too it. I’ll be up at around 6am so breakfast will be ready whenever.” Sam left the room, closing the door behind himself as Gavin fell onto the bed. He curled up into a ball and wept himself to sleep, missing Huxley, Lasko, Daimen and his Caelum. But most of all he missed his beautiful Freelancer, their bright smile and soft eyes.

The next morning came and Gavin woke up, to the smell of eggs. He texted Caelum, and walked out into the dining room. Sam sat at the table, pictures strewn all over, not wanting to invade his privacy, Gavin knocked on the doorframe. “‘Morning.” Sam said, tapping pictures onto the desk. “Don’t tell D.U.M.P I got contraband.” He waved the pictures with a cheeky grin. Gavin pretended to zip his mouth and walked back to his room, returning with a plastic bag. “Don’t worry.” he replied, waving the bag “I have a few myself.” Gavin sat down next to Sam, not sure if he should join him. He hesitated for a second and pulled out the stack of pictures.

Sam glanced at Gavin’s hands and sat up straight, grabbing a picture of a group. He began to point at faces, listing their names. “That’s David and his partner Angel. Then there’s Asher and his mate Babe, Christian and that’s Arden.” Sam pointed to himself, “that’s yours truly, the person being carried is- no was my mate Darlin’. The guy holding Darlin’s legs is Milo and the person resting their chin on Milo is his mate Sweetheart.” Sam sighed as he passed the picture to Gavin. “Sweetheart died three days after this picture was taken. They were an investigator for D.U.M.P and Sweetheart found a mole in the department. We watched Milo feel them die, he sat there clutching his stomach and heart wailing as Sweetheart bled out. We couldn’t find a body for weeks. Poor Milo never recovered and died on a security job a week later protecting a seer named Morgan.” Gavin’s heart clenched. Sweetheart and Milo both looked so happy and full of life in the picture. “Arden moved and I hope she lived a long life. Christian died in a car crash three years after this picture and Babe left comatose. They were on a ventilator for two months after the crash before Ash chose to pull the plug. Ash actually moved in with me for a while before he moved back in with his parents. Two months after moving back to his parents, he fell ill. Really ill. He never recovered. David and Angel lived to have children, a daughter named Gabby and two sons named Milo jr and Asher jr. Milo jr became the new Shaw pack alpha and Asher jr became the head of Shaw security, Gabby followed in Angel’s footsteps and is a children’s book illustrator.. David and Angel both passed in their sleep when they were in their 60’s. Darlin’ and I stepped in as the Godparent’s to the Shaw children until Darling died in their sleep last year. It wasn’t painful, I felt them slipping away from my core and all I could do was hold them.” Sam grabbed another picture of him with three other people. “These are the Solaire’s. That’s Vincent and his partner Lovely. They are both vampire’s like me and both do not understand the concept of calling before dropping by, but I’m grateful that they are immortal and are there for me.”

Gavin flicked through his batch of pictures landing on one caelum had taken on a sunny June afternoon. “This was my Deviant, they were a freelancer. The behemoth of a man is Huxley and the one scrowling at the camera is his boyfriend Daimen. Lasko is the one wearing a v-neck sweater in June heat. Caelum is the one taking the picture. Daimen was the first to pass, he basically burned himself up and depleted all his magic. Huxley was heartbroken and devoted himself to helping the less fortunate. He died while volunteering to help find hurricane victims, trapped underwater. Lasko and his partner both died when a former D.A.M.N student decided to take his anger out on the school in an armed robbery. Freelancer never really recovered and was a walking corpse before they died of a heart attack. This was over 50 years ago.” Gavin plucked out a picture of him and Caelum, taken on Caelum’s first day at D.A.M.N. “- and is Caelum, empathy daemon and one of the best I know.” he said, giving Sam the picture. Sam grinned, nodding to the picture, “you must be proud of your kid, it takes a lot of strength to go to D.A.M.N, even after the new reforms.” Gavin nodded, not bothering to correct Sam that Caelum wasn’t his son, let alone his steward. Sam and Gavin spent the rest of the day sifting through pictures and decorating their home with memories of their loved ones. 

The two of them fell into a comfortable rhythm, days falling into a routine of gardening and volunteering punctuated by Caelum or the Solaire’s visiting for a chat. It was a routine that became too comfortable for Gavin and he sat waiting for the pin to drop. But it never did. Sam had become a person that Gavin could rely on and Gavin had become somebody Sam could rely on with the worry of their death. 

They nearly slept with each other, shame, guilt and a whole shitload of other emotions stopped them both. Gavin had been weaker than usual, due to him feeding less and less, something Caelum revealed to Sam. Both had been slightly frustrated sexually and the two of them had decided that it would be in both of their interests if they slept with each other. Deeming it better than going out and attempting to find a one night stand and then bringing them home. In the middle of Gavin giving Sam a handjob, they stopped both knowing this wasn’t what the other wanted. They both retired to their bedrooms, pretending they couldn’t hear the other masturbating, moaning the names of their beloved into the pillow.

The next day Gavin had woken up early, bag packed ready to leave before Sam had the chance to kick him out. Once again his reputation as an incubus combined with his own actions had shot him in the foot. But before he could pick his bag up, Sam caught him. Gavin opened his mouth to apologise but Sam raised his hand up. “Gavin I don’t know what is going through your head right now. But let me tell you one thing, last night changed nothing.” he stepped closer, “you are my roommate and my friend and I’m sure as hell not going to let you go because of some stupid thoughts in your head.” The air left Gavin’s lungs as he sank down onto the floor, sobbing. Sam wrapped him up in his arms and the two sat there for what seemed like hours. 

Weeks had passed and Gavin was feeding properly (The Solaire’s a buffet of sexual energy much to Caelum and Sam’s fake annoyance. Also to their actual annoyance when they caught Vincent balls-deep in Lovely on Sam's truck.), his skin glowing and eyes looking more lively. He sat on the porch, basking in the sunlight as David and Angel’s grand-children used Sam as a climbing frame. The D.U.M.P Guide to Grieving in his hand as he tossed it into the firepit, no longer mourning his Deviant, instead living life in their honour. Gavin stood up, stretching as he ran towards the gaggle of children, tossing them over his shoulder and chasing after Vincent.

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Halloween Fic Recs 2023 Week 1: Gen Fic

Happy October! Here are some more scary and/or supernatural stories for your Halloween reading pleasure. This year the lists will be divided up by ship, starting with fics that don't focus on shipping!

the darkness calls us to our doom and we follow to the end by agentx13 (@agentxthirteen) (Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, General Audiences, 10,274 words)

Summary: A young woman goes missing in the woods; her two friends report ghostly figures in their cabin and voices trying to lure them into the woods. With the park's history of rescue volunteers going missing, Steve and the team are called in to find the woman before a blizzard strikes. What they find is more powerful than they could have imagined. Separated, lost, and hunted, they might not make it out alive. Sequel to we walk the knife edge with the voices of the dead.

One More Tune Before I Die by Arukou (@arukou-arukou) (Gen, Major Character Death, Teen And Up Audiences, 7,646 words)

Summary: On the rocky shore, Tony hears and sees, but he still can't quite believe that his new beach house is haunted.

Wonderful, Wonderful by awesomesockes (@awesomesockes) (Gen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Teen And Up Audiences, 1,370 words)

Summary: Steve is excited to be moving into his new apartment. That is, until he meets his eccentric new neighbour: Dr. Anthony Stark, the landlord’s son.

The rest are below the cut!

The Miskatonic Project by copperbadge (@copperbadge) (Gen, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Mature, 26,451 words)

Summary: Abraham Erskine may have invented something new with the Serum -- or maybe he re-created something very old. Something...Elder. And now the elect of some very peculiar new heroes are gathering for a fight against horrors they can't even imagine yet...

Something Strange by enigma731 (@enigma731) (Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, Teen And Up Audiences, 7,770 words)

Summary: “Heimdall detected a disturbance,” says Thor, “in the mystic energy that lies beneath this city. I’ve been tasked with investigating the threat. It seems the best way to do that is through--infiltration of some Midgardian organization. In light of the recent tensions.” That last sounds vaguely reproachful. Clint blinks, letting this news sink in. “Wait. So what you’re saying is that you need to go undercover. And you want Nat to help you?” Ghosts in New York City would be a perfectly good reason to assemble the Avengers. Too bad that team doesn't exist anymore.

Autumn Ghosts by gloria_scott (Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, Teen And Up Audiences, 1,367 words)

Summary: After a mission, the Howling Commandos take refuge in a seemingly abandoned farmhouse - but they may not be alone.

Dollhouse by JinxQuickfoot (@jinxquickfoot) (Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, Mature, 12,236 words)

Summary: The torture bingo card. It was an old joke that had been passed around the SHIELD agents with a darker sense of humor. Phil had disapproved. Fury had pretended not to know. Clint had joined in right away, only to find he had been able to fill out half the squares before the game had even begun, courtesy of a life of bad cards, poor decisions, and worse luck. No one was ever supposed to win. -------------------------------------- The Barton family gets an uninvited guest, and it has no intention of leaving.

A Cesspool of Pure Dread by Lauralot (@lauralot89) (Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, Teen And Up Audiences, 4,783 words)

Summary: Rumlow doesn't have time for his teammates' idiocy on STRIKE missions. Or ghosts. He doesn't have time for ghosts either.

I Can't Believe It's Vampire Cap! by Linedragon (Sameshima_Shuzumi) (Gen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Teen And Up Audiences, 2,627 words)

Summary: Steve seemed less traumatized-mad-vampire than... truant schoolboy. "There wasn't much difference in body temperature. Perceptually." "Fascinating," said Bruce, trying to keep his science-boner down. "I got bored. And then I learned how to astral-project." The implications dawned, so to speak. "OH MY GOD," Tony screamed.

If I Was Gonna Haunt Somebody, It Would Be You by Linedragon (Sameshima_Shuzumi) (Gen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, General Audiences, 20,507 words)

Summary: A creepy house they can't leave. A blond giant who can't stay. A promise that they'll be fine if they stick together. One little problem: his name's not Bucky.

Labyrinth by Mikkeneko (@mikkeneko) (Gen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Mature, 68,212 words)

Summary: A strange metaphysical disturbance has taken over an isolated rural town, and it's up to the Avengers to find out what's happening and stop it before it engulfs the rest of the country. And get out alive -- if they can.

Headshots by punahukka (Gen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Mature, 1,597 words)

Summary: “Steve, you’ve seen these before?” “Yeah. A Hydra experiment to reuse dead troops. Tested it on civilians as well.”

Shadowplay by SummerKnight717 (Gen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Mature, 14,025 words)

Summary: Stephen Strange is used to bad surprises. But the worst, he has to admit, is this. When Tony Stark stumbles into the Sanctum Sanctorum with terrible news, the Sorcerer Supreme finds himself faced with a disaster that even he cannot set right...but he must.

All-American Afterlife by Zekkass (Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, General Audiences, 4,983 words)

Summary: Bucky's been haunting Steve since he fell off the train.

The Haunting of Captain America by celeste9 (@serceleste) (Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, General Audiences, 2,309 words)

Summary: Steve's being haunted by the ghost of his best friend. The other Avengers find out.