#entertain the headcanon that hes still a vampire after getting his eye back

[micropoe10]

Batstarion & Batav (A Headcanon)..Pt.1🦇

I finally got the epilogue from the new patch, and first thing I did was stare this man down til he went to bat form and it did not disappoint! He is so perfect (not like he isn't already 100% of the time), but I wanted to hold him and squeeze him and just take care of him.

I have absolutely adored seeing everyone's wonderful batstarion artwork, and so many of you have inspired me to write Batstarion x Batav Adventures. Recently though I've been inspired by the amazing @pani-artz and their rendition of our favorite fuzzy flying menace.

So I thought what if...(Ascended Astarion and spawn/vampiric TAV) can move freely between themselves and their bat forms. And fly around Faerun causing chaos and going on adventures living their best lives....GET READY FOR SUPER FLUFF PART 1!!!

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Taking place somewhere between his ascension and the epilogue party, Astarion and Tav are living the high life in their dark palace in Baldur's Gate. Hosting lavish parties, meeting foreign dignitaries, enjoying each other's company everynight. When they aren't entangled in one another's arms Astarion is working on his ascendant abilities.

Walking on walls and ceilings was a breeze, turning into mist nothing too it. But transforming into a winged creature of the night gave him a little more trouble then he'd like to openly admit.

He'd be all too entirely happy to show off to Tav one night after mastering it, hoping for a bit of praise..

He'd transform into a pale white pat with a little pink nose, red eyes, and yes the fluffiest hair on his head between his ears perfectly coiffed.

Tav would be so happy, telling him that he is glorious and magnificent, feeding into his ego lovingly before telling him how utterly adorable he is, as he flies around their head.

He would tell them "Darling, the Vampire Ascendant isn't adorable!" with an exasperated huff "I'm to be feared, I'm a menace look at me." He'd say standing up and puffing out his little chest. They'd be able to understand each other easily without the use of speak to animals due to their bond with each other.

"Of course my dark lord." Tav would reply with a chuckle under their breath, trying to keep a straight face because he is really is too adorable. Tav would then ask if it was a possiblity for them to transform into a bat as well.

Astarion would tell them that of course with Mephistopheles blessings/power there should be no reason that they shouldn't be able too. But that it would probably take many months of practice to be able too, and Tav should feel discouraged if they didnt get it right away. It would take meditation and focus and then POOF in the middle of Astarion talking Tav would transform into a bat.

No of course if Tav was a druid this would be super simple, as they would easily be able to turn via Wildshape.

Tav wouldn't be entirely steady with their wings quite yet, and would just run around on the ground. Because vampire bats can not only fly, but can run and walk on the ground with ease. Which makes them excellent predators.

Astarion would get broody over Tav being able to master transformation so quickly with ease. Pouting his little bat lips and crinkling up his little nose calling Tav a show off. "You just couldn't let me have this one thing."

Tav would crawl over to him, both of them still in their bat forms and try to look him in the eye, but he would keep turning around on them slightly annoyed grumbling to himself.

Tav would climb up on his back, knowing his ears are super sensitive when he isnt in batform and would take this opportunity to lick his ear now knowing how much he likes it. Before setting their head on his between his ears closing their eyes and chittering happily.

Astarion's little nose would flush super red with Tav's actions and he'd sigh contently, as Tav rested on top of him. As annoyed as he'd be about Tav learning it so fast he'd be really proud of them. He'd tell them later.

While entertaining guests in the palace, Astarion gets bored easily, he's into power, and controlling, not diplomatic speeches and old men talking.But also yearns for adventure like they use to have, so without warning he'll change into bat form infront of everyone and just fly off.

Of course guests will be shocked and startled, Tav would excuse themself telling the staff to start "the protocol" the bat has flown the roost.

The protocol is a safe guard for moments like this; normally means the use of the spell Modify Memory, or simply killing off all the guests.

Tav would go and search for Astarion who would be sitting in one of the windows upside down in one of the many towers over looking the city.

Tav would dramtically hold theirs hand to their head as if to swoon "If only there was daring roguish vampire acsendant to rescue me from the drabble and idle chatter of grumpy old aristocrats..." they'd peek up at him with one eye to see him wrapped up in his own wings.

"Darling people will talk if you're the only bat in the belfry, it's not a good look. Besides towers are for damsels, and while you're worth rescuing to me, a damsel you are not. Please come down my love." Tav would say to him before turning their back putting their finger to their lips, thinking aloud.

"I wonder if Gale has space in his tower for you...I'm sure he'd enjoy the company. Would possibly even want to study you." Astarion would fly down at the mention of being sent off to Waterdeep unwilling. Flapping his wings in Tav's face as they grab him and swiftly ties him up in a cloth swaddling him on his head poking free.

Astarion would be screeching and chattering away..."unhand me, I am fear on wings, terror of the night, I am the darkness!!"

Tav carries him into the throne room, as he continues to chatter and struggles against his bind "darling you know I dont understand you when you're chattering that fast".

Tav puts him down still swaddled on the throne kneeling before it. Astarion has stopped thrashing around for now and then the world goes sideways as he falls over his head hitting the stone throne with a thud.

He blinks repeatedly.."I'm going to fucking kill you." as Tav picks him back up and props him up with pillows.

Tave winks at him, "A lot of talk from a little guy, but if you did that my love who would help you take over the world? Bring our enemies to heel..help me drain every last one of those pompous aristocrats out there?" Tav pouts playfully while gently stroking Astarion's head between his ears.

Astarion makes a sound somewhere between a hum and a purr, enjoying Tav showering him with attention, rubbing his head, playing with the little tuft of hair on his head twirling it around their finger.

Astarion also is starting to enjoy the comforting feeling of being swaddled, held tightly in place has a calming affect. Like when Tav normally comes up to him while they are both in their mortal forms and wraps their arms around him in an embrace. Holding him a little longer each time without breaking away.

Astarion smiles at the thought as Tav runs their finger down his small furry cheek and under his chin, bringing their lips to kiss him on his tiny pink nose.

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A/N: 🦇🦇 WHEW that was a lot, I will be posting many more HCs and you know, bat adventure snippets 🦇🦇 if you have anything you'd like to see, any batstarion x batav adventures you'd like to see, or want to be put on the Tag List just drop me an ask. 🦇🦇 - until later my Bat Babes🦇🦇

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[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Open up your loving arms - Chapter 2: Ridding stagnation

Astarion asks Gale about cleaning out the unused spaces of their tower house to give Tav and Shadowheart some personal space. The wizard agrees and the vampire spawn sets to work. Shenanigans occur and plans are made.

(Trigger warning (18+): character study, the feels, author's self-indulgent domestic fluff, graphic description of sex, smut, anilingus, anal sex, body worship, coitus a tergo, dirty talking (sort of), fingering, gentle sex, hand job, missionary, smidge of praise kink, vaginal sex)

Notes:

This is self-indulgent domestic fluff. I want this little bunch of weirdos to be happy. They deserve it. This fic mostly drives my post-canon headcanon forwards regarding character study/development.

Two other fics (The sight of spring & Of demons and monsters) are mentioned.

To avoid confusion: In one of my other fanfics, Halsin and Tav had named the owlbear cup Naïlo, which means 'night breeze' in the Elven language.)

My OC Monty first appeared in Gale's origin fanfic.

Also, long story short; Tav’s married to Astarion, Gale and Shadowheart. Astarion and Gale are married. Halsin’s Tav’s and Shadowheart’s additional lover. They’re in a closed polyamorous relationship, except for Halsin who apparently sleeps his way through all of Faerûn.

"Darling, why is that insufferable, utterly annoying man in our living room again?" asked Astarion when he'd caught Tav in the kitchen as she was brewing more tea.

"Because we're colleagues," the bard replied. "And he helps me."

The vampire spawn made a face.

"How can someone who's much less talented than you be of help?"

His wife shot him an amused look.

"First of all, thank you for the compliment, love. Secondly, I might be more talented than Volo, but he's the one who's famous and is in contact with publishers and printing companies."

"Oh, you sly dog," Astarion grinned and Tav snickered. "I just fell a little harder for you."

He kissed her passionately, turned on by her competence and cunning.

"Now, let me entertain our guest a bit more," she whispered teasingly, and with one last kiss, she vanished into the living room where Volo kept bragging about his newest work about owlbears.

Astarion didn't listen very long, too annoyed about all the incorrect statements. Tav, on the other hand, was far too kind-hearted, as always, and tried to gently correct and educate the insufferable artist. Meanwhile, Astarion went back to decluttering the upper floors.

Tav moaned blissfully as she made love with Gale. The wizard leisurely rolled his hips into her while kissing her and holding her hand. The bard had her legs wrapped around his waist and now, she placed a foot under her husband's buttcheek to push him closer. Gale panted against her shoulder, thrusting harder to comply to her wishes, and snaked a hand between them to get her off.

"Mmh, yes!" mewled Tav, arching up into him.

Gale spilled into her with a low moan, his fingers continued to rub circles over her clitoris. The bard whined and came with a sob. Panting, they kissed lazily and the bard stroke the wizard's chest-length hair.

"You're so beautiful," she told him sincerely. "I love you."

"I love you too," smiled Gale, still floating in post-orgasmic bliss. He rested on top of her, knowing that Tav didn't mind it and didn't get squished under his weight. Her strength and width were rather impressive.

Gale knew that Astarion liked being manhandled and held up by her, and he wondered if he'd like it too. Most probably, the wizard concluded. He liked everything his wife did. He adored her, nay, worshipped her.

Gale lifted his head to look at Tav and ran his hand through her very short hair. At least, she didn't sport the ugliest haircut in all of Faerûn anymore since Shadowheart helped her cut it evenly. But even before, when they'd met after the nautiloid crash, the bard had been beautiful. – Well, at least in his eyes. It was no secret that Tav had a type of unconventional beauty that wasn't desired by the masses, but she wasn't meant to be adored by the masses anyway.

Smiling, Gale leaned down to kiss her broad, freckled shoulder and she hummed approvingly. They finally moved apart and the wizard lay down on his stomach with his head on his arms to let the bard work her other kind of magic. Tav was a rather talented masseuse. Gale groaned in appreciation when his wife started to work on an especially stubborn knot on his shoulder. Her hands were always so clever, no matter if with instruments, pickpocketing, or otherwise.

"You're way too tense, love," she told him. "You work too much."

Gale hummed non-committally.

"I know you love teaching, but you tend to spread yourself too thin. We admire that you can achieve anything when you put your mind to it, but your weakness is to be too ambitious. You don't have to prove that you're worthy all the time, we know you are."

Tav moved further down, rubbing circles into the skin on both sides of Gale's spine. The latter hissed at the pain.

"You're so stressed that you've stopped eating again, and don't deny it, love, I'm not dense."

The wizard grunted, but kept silent otherwise.

"You're working on too many projects at once," Tav continued. "You have a full-time job at the academy, at the same time, we're finishing the book about our travels, and you're writing your own research papers on the side. You must slow down or otherwise you'll burn out."

"But there's so much I want to do," Gale defended his actions. "It feels like I'm running out of time."

At that, the bard barked a laugh.

"You're a wizard, love. I'm sure you'll find plenty of ways to prolong your lifespan. You'll definitely live longer than me."

Gale wanted to protest, but Tav scooted further down to press her thumbs into his buttcheeks, and he yelped. He turned his head to glare at his wife, but she nonchalantly shrugged, explaining: "You're terribly tense. That's what you get from sitting and standing around all day."

The wizard sighed deeply and pillowed his forehead onto his arms again. It was fruitless to argue with her. Tav moved on to his legs, relentlessly massaging his muscles.

"How's the knee?" she asked caringly.

"It's fine," answered Gale.

Back when they'd fought in the goblin camp, one of the little creatures had snuck up on him when he'd been distracted by casting a spell, and had shattered his kneecap with the iron handle of a broken axe. After the battle, Shadowheart and Halsin had done their best to heal the damage. With the help of his mother's potent salve recipe, Gale had nursed his knee further. Nonetheless, it still troubled him sometimes, especially after kneeling for a while.

"Maybe, you need a change," Tav told him now. "You talk about becoming a private tutor often enough and I think it'll do you good. That way, you'd have more free time for all your other projects."

Gale pondered about it silently.

It was true that he complained about his students on a weekly basis. Especially dear old Tara had to listen to his rants.

"Maybe, you're right," he muttered.

"Of course I'm right, I'm your wife," snickered Tav.

She took his foot into her hands and pressed her thumbs into the sole, making Gale groan. He appreciated her pampering.

At the beginning of their relationship, he'd always felt bad for being taken care of. Mystra had taught him to always serve instead of take, and for a long time, Gale had felt guilty when he'd received affection without doing anything in return. But he'd gotten better about it over the past six years. It helped that Tav loved to shower her lovers with affection and that she happily pleased them without expecting a quid pro quo.

Finally, the bard seemed to be satisfied with her work and let go of her husband's foot. She placed a gentle kiss on each of his buttcheeks.

"At least, promise me to eat regularly. You've gotten awfully skinny again and it just doesn't suit you."

"I promise," Gale answered with a sigh.

"Good," she smiled.

A shiver ran down the wizard's spine at the praise and he blushed slightly. Tav noticed it with a grin and kissed his spine.

"You're so good for me, Gale," she whispered and goosebumps spread over the addressed's skin.

Tav licked a stripe up his crack, making him gasp.

"Get on your knees for me, love."

A bit anxiously, Gale looked over his shoulder. He knew she wouldn't be mad if he'd say no. But, as it was so often the case, curiosity and academic studiousness got the better of him. Thus, the wizard brought his knees under him with his head and shoulders still on the mattress, ass in the air. Gale felt embarrassed and turned his face into the pillow. Tav spread his cheeks apart and started to eat him out enthusiastically, pushing her talented tongue into him. Gale couldn't hold back a guttural moan. The bard kissed his rim before carefully sliding two well-oiled fingers into him and stroking his prostate. Her husband mewled, eyes rolling back in his head.

"That's it love. Let loose, enjoy it. You're doing so well," praised Tav and went back to licking into him between her fingers.

Trembling, Gale wrapped a hand around himself and started to stroke. He came with a high-pitched moan, vision whitening due to the intensity, and spilling over his hand and abdomen. The wizard collapsed onto the mattress, panting elaborately. The bard placed one last kiss on his buttcheek before kissing Gale's shoulder.

"You're wonderful," she murmured, lay down next to him, and pulled him into her arms.

Gale sighed happily, placing his head on her broad shoulder, and linked their fingers together. She had surprisingly small hands for such a strong frame, but since she was shorter than him, it probably made sense.

"Did you enjoy it?" Tav wanted to know.

"Yes," muttered Gale, hiding his face in the crook of her neck, and she smiled amused.

"Good. I wasn't sure if you would. Astarion told me about your little... hm... 'discord'. But he was also the one to encourage me to try it. He said you might prefer it if I eat you out instead of him. He's still a bit scared, you see. He thinks he'll lose control again as soon as he buries his tongue in you."

Gale blushed even harder and wanted to hide somewhere. Why must his spouses always be so blunt when it came to bedroom activities? He doubted that he'd ever get used to it.

"I trust Astarion's judgement," the wizard replied then. "He's come a long way."

Tav nodded.

"He's such a sweetheart, isn't he? Even though he often hides his true self behind his mask of sass and sarcasm. But he'd opened up around us and I'm very proud of him."

"Mhm, me too," muttered Gale smiling.

Now, the bard turned a bit to look at him.

"I'm proud of you too, Gale. You also went through so much and you do well."

The addressed blushed again.

"Thank you. You can't imagine how much your words mean to me."

"I do," said his wife and attempted to kiss him.

But Gale held her back to mutter a spell first, cleaning her mouth, before leaning over. Happily, Gale sighed into the kiss and deepened it while caressing Tav's cheek. Somehow, it was so easy to be with her, she was always understanding, caring, and a ride or die. He loved her for it. Gale wrapped a hand around the bard's shoulder to pull her closer.

On Friday afternoon, Gale was visited by his childhood friend Monty who'd been (and still sometimes was) Elminster's assistant. Together, they'd gotten into loads of shenanigans in Shadowdale during the time Gale had been tutored by Elminster as a teenager.

Now, they were both in their thirties, and sitting in the cozy living room of Gale's tower house, a purring Tara on their lap, a snoring Scratch and Naïlo at their feet, a cup of tea in hand and a piece of vanilla cake balanced on their knees. They chatted about all kinds of topics, talked shop, and reminisced about the past.

"I'm relieved that everything turned out alright," said Monty with a sigh. "So many unfortunate things happened to you; Mystra, the Orb, the Mind Flayer parasite... I'm glad you found happiness and people you love. Your spouses and Shadowheart are lovely. I was so excited to finally meet them at the wedding. You've told me so much about them and I couldn't wait to meet the saviours of Baldur's Gate and all of Faerûn. You're basically famous, legendary almost."

Chuckling, Gale replied: "Now, you're exaggerating. We saved the world, sure, but most of our deeds are already forgotten. There are always new horrors waiting on the horizon one has to worry about. And to be completely honest with you, I'm relieved people don't treat us like heroes. It would be incredibly awkward."

At that, the tiefling laughed.

"You're probably right. If you'd be famous, we couldn't meet up on a random Friday, but must schedule it at least three months beforehand."

Gale joined in his laughter.

"You should visit me and Linard in Shadowdale," Monty told him now. "We built a house with an attached smithy and a laboratory. I'm trying out some new distilled fruit brandy at the moment and Linard's working on some handy daggers."

"I'll swing by," Gale promised, smiling. "Your partner made a lovely first impression at the wedding and the kitchen knives were a very thoughtful gift."

Monty chuckled.

"Linard prefers to make knives and daggers instead of swords and other weapons. That's why some people say he's a useless smith, but I disagree. Knives and tableware as well as shovels and axes are way more important on a daily basis than weapons."

Gale nodded agreeingly with a hum.

Monty stayed for dinner and he thoroughly enjoyed the passionate discussions with Gale and his family. It warmed his heart that his old friend had finally found a place where he belonged, with people who loved him and cared about him.

Around midnight, they said their goodbyes and Monty opened a portal to Shadowdale. As soon as he stepped through, the tiefling was surrounded by the sound of the nightly woods, his hometown quiet and asleep. Monty unlocked the front door of his home as quietly as possible, shutting the heavy oak wood behind him, and toeing of his boots. The smell of metal, fire, and herbal concoctions hung in the air. They complimented each other perfectly, the alchemist-wizard and the smith. The only light source was the low-burning fireplace.

"Ah, you're back."

Linard's deep, husky voice came from the rocking chair in the corner as the tall, broad, blond human stood up and made himself known. Monty smiled.

"Hello, love."

He sighed happily when his partner kissed him. The latter stroke the tiefling's cheek.

"It seems like you had a lot of fun with Gale," Linard remarked, smiling softly. "You must tell me all about it tomorrow. I'd love to hear the newest gossip regarding the saviours of Baldur's Gate and your first crush."

With a heated face, Monty snorted a laugh, grateful that his red skin prevented him from blushing.

"You're an idiot."

"You love me."

"Never said I don't."

They kissed again and things got heated quickly. They hurried upstairs, leaving a trail of clothes behind them. Linard pressed Monty up against the windowsill, kissing him breathless.

"I missed you, sweetling," said the smith. "Now, turn around and let me greet you properly. "

Grinning widely, the addressed complied, leaned forward, and put his hands up against the windowsill. Linard grabbed the oil and started to open his partner up with his thick fingers. Monty squirmed and moaned, widening his stand. He gazed out the window while Linard started to rim him and the tiefling cried out into the silent night in pleasure. When Linard finally deemed him ready and stood up, the tiefling asked teasingly: "Are you jealous for some reason?"

The human snorted a laugh.

"No."

He pressed himself closer to his partner, rubbing his erection against his buttcheeks.

"There's no need for jealousy," replied Linard, grinning, "because I know I'm the one who wakes up next to you every day, makes love to you, and knows exactly what you like."

And with the last sentence, the smith grabbed the base of Monty's tail and tucked it upwards. The tiefling moaned, eyes rolling back in his head, cock drooling precum onto the wooden floor. He arched his back more and tightened his hold on the windowsill.

"Gods, Lin, fuck me already!"

"Today's youth has no patience," tut-tutted the smith teasingly, but he finally pushed in and bottomed out.

Monty threw his head back with a cry, loving the way he was stuffed full by his partner. Linard set a fast pace, almost pulling all the way out before slamming back into the tiefling and hitting his prostate with every thrust. The smith revelled in his lover's cries of pleasure. He ran a hand down Monty's front, caressing the ridges along his sides. Finally, he wrapped his hand around the tiefling's dick and rubbed his fingers along the ridges at the base of it.

"I'm not jealous because we fucked so many times that I know your body better than anyone else."

He flicked a finger against his partner's straining erection, making him moan gutturally.

"I'm not jealous because I know you love me and you are mine."

Linard sheathed himself deep in his lover and came, filling him, while he kept stroking him. With a loud moan, Monty climax too, spilling all over himself, the hand around him, and the floor. His ass flexed, trying to milk his lover dry. Linard leaned over him and placed a tender kiss on Monty's shoulder.

"You're right," panted the latter. "I love you and I'm yours."

At that, the smith hummed pleased and kissed his neck.

"Let's clean up and go to bed, hm?"

"Yeah," said Monty and chuckled.

[personshapedsplder]

and you know what? abt my tsubasa redraw? i know he has normal eyes in this page but im giving him vampire eyes anyway. and why not, hmm?!?!?!?!? cant a man just want things hmm!?!?!? cant a man see another man with vampire eyes and think ‘thats hot’?!?!?!?!? i know he doesnt have vampire eyes all the time, but i draw him like he does anyway and you know what?? THATS self indulgence ok. THATS treating yourself. im not here to mess around like ‘oh only vampire eyes sometimes’ WHAT!!! our time on this planet is limited.............. we dont have TIME to play this GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ive made my choice and im at peace. i know what i want

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

I loved your vampire headcanons ,may I ask the same but whit Alastor?

Alastor with Vampire S/O

As cliché as it may sound, in hell your either the predator, or your the prey.

And never in all his time in hell, had Alastor felt to be prey.

That was until he met you.

It was a simple afternoon, the sun having just set as Alastor strolling the streets, looking for something fun, or new.

And of course he'd heard the delectable rumours of some monster that was leaving a trail of bloodless bodies in your wake.

And so it was as he walked the streets he heard the distinct sound of blood hitting the pavement.

Now, you might ask, "Why Alastor, how do you know the specific sound of blood hitting pavement?"

Well, Alastor would probably give you some sort of criticism answer, and then maybe kill you. But only if he felt like it.

And so going to find the source of the sound, found two figures.

From this distance he couldn't quite make them out.

So moving closer, he witnessed you pulling your now bloody face from the corpse.

Dropping the now empty corpse, you wiped your mouth, an unnatural glow from your eyes as you turned to him.

Looking at him, you raised your nose, "You smell delightful." You told him.

Before he could respond, you disappeared, "Would you mind if I had a taste." He suddenly heard behind him.

Whipping around he found you standing rather happily behind him.

Now Alastor could respect a smile. And while he'd usually appreciate the delight in your face, the blood covering your face seemed to make him feel like a cornered animal.

So with a smile of his own, he politely refused, telling you he much preferred keeping it within his body.

You had a surprisingly witty back and forth, although the more you spoke, the more it became clear he was on the Back foot.

Although, the more you spoke, the less it became predator talking to prey. And more like you playfully getting to know him.

It was a strange but subtle shift, with you asking him more questions past just things involving the red liquids flowing through his veins.

After some more back and forth you agreed to let him live, something Alastor only took half seriously.

In a almost paranoia inducing moment, you disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Youd have a few meetings like this, Alastor finding you just after sunset, always feeding.

The two of you having a similar conversation, beginning with you politely asking for his blood and eventually ending with you having a just as polite conversation.

It got to a point where youd see him and not even really try to drink his blood.

I mean youd try to persuade him, but it was more so just playful banter at this point. And honestly you were mostly just doing it out of tradition.

Once you discovered his want for stimulus. The demon just wanting something exciting, you invite him along for one of your little feedings.

The radio demon found a morbid curiosity in watching you hunt and toy with your prey.

It was like something from one of those nature shows, the demon usually choosing a high perch to watch the hunt.

Occasionally playing a part, but only if he thought it'd be interesting.

He found something so... exhilarating in seeing you act as a preditor, the sight sending a foreign sensation through his body.

There was a particular moment, the two of you in were walking the street, when Alastor mentioned how nothing interesting had happened as of late.

Acknowledging his statement you told him to hold that though. And then you promptly stepped in front of a giant semi truck, being pancaked in an instant.

It was all so sudden, so shocking Alastor couldn't help but burst into a laugh. The moment so sudden he couldn't even explain why he found it funny.

So after draining the semi-drivers, you strolled back, your clothes bloody and in tatters. All the while acting like nothing had happened, something that amused him to no end.

Your relationship became... unique.

You quickly become surprisingly close, so much so, you were one of the few being he could say he genuinely liked being around.

And much to his confusion, he found himself craving your attention, wishing to be with you even while doing something he'd normally find entertaining.

It came to a head when you showed up infront of his house one night.

Alastor asking why you were here, you just wondering if he'd invite you in.

Alastor again asked you why you were there, you again, asking to be invited in.

This is when the gears in Alastors head turned, him openly wondering why you were so insistent on being Invited in.

You played it off, telling him you weren't rude enough to just barge into someone's home. A total lie.

But Alastor knew enough to be smart about it, and quickly figured out you needed to be invited in, a rule that only seemed to work some of the time.

So, inviting you in, you had a little look about his home, giving the occasional compliment.

However as he asked why you were really there, you turned to him, a glint in your eye.

A predatory glint, much like the one youd had upon your first meeting.

You stalked him like an animal, pinning him to the wall, pressing your body against his own.

Alastor probably could have escaped, used some of his immense demonic powers to get you off of him.

But he didn't. There was a part of him, a primal, instinctual part of him, that liked having you so close.

So when you openly told him you found him intoxicating, and you knew he wanted to be with you, even if he hadn't fully realised it.

The usually chatty demon found himself utterly tongue tied, completely unable to think of what to say.

So he just nodded, silently agreeing to your point.

With his admittance, you leaned forwards, locking him in a rather chast kiss, but one still filled with passion.

Alastor felt like prey, not in the way a cat looks at a mouse, but in the way a preditor would look at its mate.

He was yours, and frankly he didnt care to change that.

[volterran-wine]

You're insatiable || Demetri & Felix (HC)

Requested by Anonymous: "Can you do a headcanon of the kings and Demetri and Felix with a human mate who has a high sex drive?"

Hello Anon! In my rules I state that I only do 3 characters when doing headcanons. So I'm going to split this into two parts and write for the kings later. There has been a lot of love for leaders of The Volturi these past days, so I thought Demetri and Felix deserved a chance to shine!

!Warnings! Explicit NSFW content ahead. Hide the children. 

Now, lets get one thing out of the way first. Seeing as though vampires never grow tired in the Twilight-Universe. This dynamic duo would not face any issues being able to satisfy they're significant others. Below I will outline some of their personality traits and how a significant other with a high libido would affect their day to day lives. 

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢

“Your lips are like wine, and i want to get drunk” ― William Shakespeare

Our dear Demetri is quite the experienced lover, having entertained multiple dalliances in his 1000 years on this earth. And I’m quite sure that Demetri has had his intimate moments with humans as well. However, nothing could properly prepare himself for the feelings that would hit him when he met his potential mate. In the beginning Demetri would find himself a bit perplexed, a vampire mate was one thing... but a human one was an entirely different experience. Demetri would be happy, but exceptionally anxious. 

Demetri would have been worried for naught however, because the chemistry that developed between them was like a roaring fire. Threatening to consume them both if they were not careful. 

Luckily enough for his significant other, Demetri had the necessary experience with humans to make sure they didn't get hurt in the process. Demetri had never been more happy to have such control over his own instincts and strength. 

The first time they fell into bed together, Demetri had been quite shocked. He had been with enthusiastic lovers before, but his mate was quite something special. 

He lives to please his significant other. Want to have sex while showering every morning? Demetri will make sure his bathroom is well equipped. Always had a fantasy they wanted to act out? Demetri will do enough research to blow their mind.

Demetri likes to take his time with his significant other. Sudden and brief romps were not his style in the slightest. Unless he was desperate, he would dedicate hours to simply loving one another intimately. Would pace himself however, still very aware of his partners human nature despite how much they always wanted to be intimate. 

He is very proud of his job, so the only thing he will give a firm no to is anything that could possibly jeopardize his standing within The Volturi. This includes any sort of quick escapades were another guard, or even worse; his masters could find them. 

“You’re insatiable,” “Can you blame me? I have you in my bed-” “Now your simply stroking my ego darling.” 

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞: “Come on love, take what you need” Demetri purred into their ear. His significant other turning with their eyes closed, leaning their forehead against his as they let out a keen and breathy moan. His hands began urging their hips to move against him harder. “Use me all you want darling-” he shushed before leaning in to kiss them lovingly. There was nothing better than having his mate so needy in his lap like this. The grip he had on their hips tightened and he began to thrust as well as urging them. Their head fell back to shout out his name, the sound echoing in the stone ceilings of his room. 

𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢

“Lust is a lovely word and makes love so much more interesting” ― Michael Faudet

I believe that Felix has been around for quite a while. Being over 2000 years old he would have begun to doubt that a mate would present themselves. To his greatest surprise, he found them in a feisty little human. Now our dear executioner would be ecstatic, after so many years he had finally found the person he could spend his forever with. 

Felix is a mountain of a man, even for a vampire his strength is said to be unmatched. He could at times look like a literal god walking amongst them purely due to his build and handsome features alone. Besides him, his partner just... looked so small in comparison. How would the two of them be able to bond properly when they were so fragile as a human? As feelings began to grow and deepen, physical affection was unavoidable at this point. And they both wanted more, but Felix was skeptical.

He would go to Demetri for some help, the tracker was possibly the best person in the entire palace to give pointers about this. After some good natured teasing his best friend would take the issue seriously though. Felix was after all one of the strongest vampires in the world. 

Their first time would have been slow and careful, but there was no denying there was deep passions that were simply waiting to be let loose. They would ease into it all. 

His partner had boasted about how nobody had ever been able to satisfy them. Or at the very least none had been able to go enough rounds to leave them sated and happy. They quickly learned that if anyone could tire them out it was Felix

With time, him and his significant other found out exactly what worked best for them. Felix was determined to fully satisfy his partner until the time of their transformation were upon them. 

The only thing Felix would refuse to do was any form of kinks that could lead to a slip up from his side. He would’t dare take any risks with his significant others safety and health. That sort of play would have to wait till after they were as indestructible as he was. 

“Are you certain I haven’t turned you?” “Hmm?” “Because you’re almost as insatiable as a newborn vampire with their mate” “Just imagine what it will be like when I am a vampire” “... I’ll have to request leave from my guard duties.”

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞: “It’s like you were made to take me-” A dark chuckle escaped Felix as he hit just the right spot inside his partner, making them arch their back and let out a choked breath. Their right leg was hoisted high on his hip, ensuring that he was driving himself deep into them at every thrust. “F-Felix-” whatever they were about to say was lost in another hitched breath. “Perhaps you have had enough?” he teased, starting to slow down his thrusts before his significant other fixed him with a glare. “Don’t you dare stop!” Felix picked up the pace once more, going faster than he originally had. “As you wish.” He was rewarded with another drawn out moan.

[mystic-fvlls]

For the quiet days in the Quarter

Summary: There was no such thing as a quiet day in the French Quarter, actually, but if there ever was an exception, you and Kol made sure to keep the rest of the family on their toes.

Warnings: none

Prompt: “This plan of yours is going to get us killed. Of course I’m in.”

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x platonic!Reader 

Word count: 1000-ish

A/N: This is my submission for @hellotvshowtrash #march2021promoptchallenge. This started off as an imagine but it was too messy, so I made it into a headcanon type thing, but I’ve never done it before, so it’s sort of trashy but I had fun, so it's okay, lol! <3 I’m also very nervous about posting it akjakjflad but I wanted to challenge myself to do it so yay :’) 

It was a well known fact that quiet days in the supernatural community weren't a common occurrence.

Especially in the French Quarter of New Orleans, where trouble lurked around every corner.

And amongst trouble seeking Original vampires.

Who also happened to be your adoptive family.

It wasn’t a secret that the Mikaelsons were masters at stirring and attracting all kinds of trouble, never having a moment of peace in their lives.

You had been proven of that repeatedly over the years.

And gotten in danger a couple of times, because of it.

But there was also a flip side.

They were incredibly loyal to their loved ones and you had somehow edned up as one.

They all adored you like family and welcomed you into their home when you reunited in New Orleans.

Growing closer with them also meant that they had allowed you, albeit rarely, to see their lighter sides.

The little moments when they shared a laugh over something mundane.

But there was one Mikaelson in particular who's sense of mischief you'd instantly clicked with.

"Thinking of me, darling?" Kol stood in the doorway.

You smirked at the Original fondly, "Always, baby."

The flirty comments and playful glances were the brand of your friendship, but it was all platonic since day one.

as you were very much gay

Because like any sane person you had no interest to get involved with an emotionally unstable Original vampire.

But you had to admit that the two of you were a great team.

Whenever there was a suspiciously quiet day in the French Quarter, you took the task to change that to heart.

But in a whole different way than the usual turmoil that echoed throughout the Abattoir.

"I have an idea." Kol walked further into the room.

Usually that's how it started. A silly joke, a random thought, and before you knew it you were being chased out of the compound by one of the other siblings.

It was always in an attempt to entertain yourselves while everyone else was busy destroying saving the city.

By the way his smirk grew wider, you knew it was a good bad one this time.

But you knew how much you could get away with.

Especially after a particular incident involving a bucket of paint in Klaus' studio, resulting in a daggered Kol.

But as he told you about this idea of his, carefully explaining what he had in mind,you weren't sure either of you were going to survive it.

But he needed a partner in crime

"No." You mumbled, shaking your head.

"Oh, come on, Y/N, I'm bored! Aren't you?" He whined sluggishly in a british accent, the previously sly glance he held over you turning into a pleading expression. The puppy dog eyes he tried to give you did little to hide the glimmer of mischief underneath.

He was dying to do this and you couldn’t blame him.

And the crime in question this time... was a prank.

A prank!

A great one, at that.

BUT

One he wanted to pull off on the worst possible person to pull a prank on. A man that had a stick up his ass zero tolerance for your childish schemes.

Who would most definitely not find Kol’s idea even remotly amusing.

Who would hunt you down and kill you, which considering the fact that you shared a living quarters, wouldn't be too difficult for him.

"So, what do you say, darling? Wanna go shopping?” Kol's crooked grin spread across his face.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips at the thought, "This plan of yours is going to get us killed.”

How could you pass the opportunity to see the look on his face, though, once the prank was complete.

Your eyes trailed over the room before a smirk graced your lips, “Of course I’m in."

You both set out to complete your respectative tasks for the plan to work.

Just like the nature of the recepient, the success of the prank laid in its meticulous execution.

Luckily, the compoud was big enough, so that you could distract the Original you needed to, while your partner in crime finished the final step of the plan.

You coaxed the man in the suit in the kitchen, offering him a freshly brewed cup of coffee.

Mustering your best acitng skills, you faked a clumsy coffee spill which was very uncharacteristic for a vampire such as yourself but oh well and before you knew it, he was headed up the stairs to his room.

Unbeknownst to him, Kol was already hiding there and you followed suit.

“What the-?”

His perplexed mutter brought you and Kol together, coming into view further inside the room.

You had to put a hand over your mouth as you stood next to Kol, both of you focused on the Original who had his back to you, facing his wardrobe.

“What in the name of God have you two done?” He turned back around, holidng up two hangers.

Before you stood Elijah Mikaelson, in his thousand dollar suit, with a floral hawaiian short sleeved shirt in each hand.

The colorful patterns and light fabric a stark contrast to the dark shadow looming over his face, and the thretaning glare settled deeply on his face.

You had really outdone yourselves this time.

You hadn't left a single item of his clothes.

It was all replaced with swim trunks, flip flops, short sleeved button downs, all of which covered in various patterns and colors, that you would usually find in the wardrobe of someoe who lived on a tropical island, maybe.

But not in Elijah Mikaelson’s wardrobe.

Despite his displeased expression, both you and Kol burst out laughing instantly at the sight.

As you had imagined, it was absolutely worth it to see Elijah's face, frowned in aggravation.

He looked as if he’d never been this annoyed in his whole life and that was definitely an accomplishment.

Turning sideways to Kol, he looked just as proud as you felt. 

You shared a high five for a job well done.

Once your laughter had died down, you noticed that Elijah was still stood there, but when he caught your eyes, his face slowly began changing.

The faintest of smirks tugged at the corner of his lips as a little spark danced behind his dark eyes.

You gulped down, the room suddenly becoming frighteningly still.

“I suggest you run.” He remarked flatly, but his eyes had turned even darker and his lips had outstretched into a haunting smirk.

....

You didn’t return to the compound for a month.

Once you did, you and Kol had a lot of catching up to do for the lost month. 

But unsirprisingly you’d had plenty of quiet time, to come up with new ideas, while you were away from the compound.

[silvanable]

Idk if hcs are open and ignore me if it isnt!! Can i request an angsty ikevamp prompt? How would suitors react to an MC he likes who likes another suitor? Both suitor and MC's love can be unrequited, and MC could come to suitor to talk about her unrequited love. If you want to make it super angsty, MC could be suitor's first actual romantic interest in a very long time. Plz feel free to choose any suitor, but my favs are leo/comte. I love your writings :) thanks so much!

i know you said headcanons but i saw this as a perfect opportunity to slap down an angst filled fic because i’m not doing so hot and i can’t process emotions unless it’s written format. anyways, i hope you don’t mind!

i figured it was about time i got back to my roots, bringing the unholy angst back that started this blog— 

SO HAPPY THANKSGIVING AND WHY NOT WRECK CELEBRATE THE HOLIDAYS WITH A LITTLE ANGST, EH?

and everyone can cry with me because we all abso—fucking—lutely know that comte would sideline himself and his feelings for the better of others.

↪  GUIDELINES

✒ tags : unrequited love, comte x mc, mentioned mc x leonardo, angsty af, gn!reader mostly but love languages don’t have fucking gn terms

✒ warnings : n/a

✒ word count : 1740

It seemed this was some sort of punishment. It had to be, perhaps to make up for all the things he had done in his youth. Fitting, he would agree, but it did not lessen the pain.

Here you are, sitting in the garden with him.

A wistful sigh falls from your lips.

The things he would do to comfort you. To assure you that you were deserving of all admiration and love.

He would steal your breath with amorous kisses, only daring to relent when neither of you could last a moment longer without air. He would whisper every loving and reassuring word he could muster from his tongue. He would hold you close and keep you in his embrace until you understood how much he adored you.

He would do all these things because he loved you like any other before. You were intoxicating. The way you smiled brought warmth to his chest. The sound of your laughter was a melody he could never tire of. The scent of you was more intoxicating than any vintage wine that ever grazed his lips.

Without you, he was empty and hollow. You had brought the light back into his life. You had offered a hand to him and showed him a gentleness he believed he was undeserving of.

And perhaps he still was because your heart belonged to another.

Comte forced a small smile.

“Ma cherie,” He called your attention. Those beautiful eyes flickered away from the cup of tea in your hands and up to him. His heart still had not gotten used to such a sweet gaze upon him, yet now it was broken with sorrow.

“You said you wanted my advice on something?”

You pursed your lips in response. It seemed you were second-guessing yourself on the need to talk. Comte knew the expression you made all too well and offered a small, encouraging nod.

Another sigh escaped you, far heavier than the one before. “There’s… Someone I like and the problem is, well, they don’t seem to feel the same way.”

What a bitter irony of life.

“See,” You shifted, sitting up and twisted your hands in the hem of your sleeves, “It’s been a long time since I felt something for someone and… I don’t know— maybe I’m just over-analyzing it because they were nice.”

He understood, Comte understood entirely what you meant. After all, he was looking at the very person who had set a spark to his heart’s fire and he would never say a thing.

“Are you sure this mysterious suitor is just unaware of your affections?” He took a sip from the teacup in his hands. He tried to play it off calmly, to hold himself together.

Nothing was allowed to slip through his carefully crafted facade. It took decades to build such a gentlemanly persona and he would not allow himself to fall in shambles, back onto his old ways. No, he had to be a better man.

No matter how much this drove a knife into his chest.

You shrugged, defeated with a gesture of your hand. “I don’t know, maybe it’s because we’re just too different—personal—and don’t even get me started on time-traveling culturally!” An exasperated huff left you, somewhere between a broken laugh and squashed sob.

Comte said your name softly, “Surely there are things you have similar, things that drew you to this person,” He set the tea aside on the table between you both, “Have you confronted them about your feelings?”

As if he was one to talk about such a thing, with you just across from him, yet he hid a secret from you.

A growl of frustration erupted from your throat. “That’s the thing! I’ve tried so many times to find a good moment but any time I start, he somehow always manages to run away!” By now you were on your feet, angrily pacing through the gazebo.

“I mean, did I do something wrong? Is it because he’s a vampire and I’m not?” You vented, too caught in the whirlwind of your growing anger to notice the softness the pureblood gazed at you with.

He understood the fear of that commitment. You were mortal after all, he was not. No doubt the resident—who Comte had a growing suspicion of who, yet would not dare entertain the thought, not yet—feared their long life and falling for someone who would, eventually, pass away and leave them a broken heart.

He would love you nonetheless. If you were his, he would dare to turn you if you let him, so that he could have you to himself longer.

Selfish, yes, but if he had been fortunate enough to have your heart he would never want to let it go.

“Or is it because of the door? I don’t have to go back—hell! I’ve thought more than once these past few weeks about not going back!” You glared heatedly at the mansion. A gaze that was so fierce that the flames of it practically glowed in your eyes.

“But when I mention I might suddenly Leonardo—” Comte visibly flinched, you did not notice, “—is insisting that I go the moment I’m able when all I’ve been trying to tell him is I want to stay for him!”

How could you be so cruel and yet so gentle at the same time?

Comte had only wished you had never said his name, his closest friend. He could feel his heart twist, the ugly head of jealousy reared like a viper, but he forced it down.

He was a gentleman, one of the utmost kind.

Comte’s smile strained but to you, it was sympathetic. “You must understand, ma cherie, as pureblood vampires things are different for us.”

“Yes and?” You turned to Comte, expression twisted and asking to explain how any of that mattered. How did being different like that matter so much when you were so enamored with him that you were willing to give up everything you knew just to be with him.

“Does he not want me and just doesn’t want to tell me?” Your voice welled with emotion suddenly, “Does he think it’s sparing my feelings instead of telling me straight?” Tears gathered in your eyes.

It was painful to see you becoming so unraveled. At that moment, it took all his strength to remain poised and still, to not reach over and take you into his arms and kiss away all of your tears. But he could not be the jealous man, it was not his place, because he was not your lover. He was nothing but your host and he had to remain the courteous host for you. 

 And now of all times, he damned himself for taking that position, because it meant he would never have you.

“Perhaps he believes that not telling you will spare you of forcing your decision, of stealing the life you have ahead of you.” And to protect you from the heartache I feel now.

You sank back into your seat. A disheartened sigh fell from your lips as you put your head in your hands. “What should I do?” You lifted your head to look at Comte.

He could not resist your gaze, the way your beautiful eyes plead with him. He wanted to see that stunning smile of yours again, the one that brightened his days, the one he cherished in his dreams.

It was decided at that moment, he would see your smile again. Even if it meant he had to break his heart to have you happy. To see you happy was all he wanted.

“Let me speak with Leonardo,” He prayed you had not heard the jealousy hidden in his chest in his voice, “I’m sure I can find what is troubling my friend and spare you from any further pain.” He leaned forward, taking your hand in his.

If he could freeze time he would have, to engrave this moment in space and never let it pass. The warmth of your hand in his. How the light returned to your face with newfound hope. The sparkle in your eyes. Everything, he wanted to remember everything about you at this moment forever and preserve it.

Alas, time was fleeting, and moved on despite his desperate wishes. So he had to keep the memory, tucked away somewhere close to his heart, never to leave him even with the wear of time.

“You would?” The eager hopefulness in your voice was heart-wrenching.

“Of course, ma cherie,” He patted your hand before he reluctantly withdrew his touch, “This is an issue you have with one of my residents and I would not be a decent host to let these problems fester when they affect you so.”

You were absolutely beaming, a bright smile that could rival the sun’s own warmth and light. It was something he wished he could have basked in for eternity.

“Thank you so much, Comte,” You jumped from your seat, throwing your arms around him.

The action was so sudden it had taken him by surprise and yet before he could process and return the gesture, you drew away again.

“Thank you!” You repeated, gathering up the dishes from your tea chat, “I should go help Sebastian with dinner.” Your tone was practically ecstatic as you moved back towards the path to the mansion.

All the while Comte only smiled at you. Yet as your figure grew further and further away, fading into the gardens lush greenery, his smile began to gradually fall.

That facade of a caring, gentlemanly host shattered the moment you were gone. Emotions erupted from the tight fist that had held them at bay. Comte pressed a hand to his mouth, restraining the sounds of sorrow that threatened to burst from him. Amber eyes welled with unshed tears.

Emotions rushed over him like a tidal wave. There was no moment to breathe, not a chance to catch himself. No, these feelings grabbed hold of him and dragged him under. He would drown in them and nothing could save him now.

Comte swallowed hard and his eyes fluttered close.

The sky grew darker as time passed him by in silence.

He took a shaky breath and steadied himself, dropping his hand into his lap, as he regained his composure.

“For you,” His voice betrayed the emotions under the calm face, “For you, ma cherie, and your smile.”

[fae-leaves]

SFW Headcanon Alphabet (Louis Vincent Chauveau)

I made this a while ago without the intention of posting it, so I forgot who I stole the template from... whoops.

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s very affectionate! Will praise you until your ego is bigger than the sun.

If you’re shorter than him he’d give you lots of gentle head pats.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You would most likely meet at either a party or browsing the wine selection at a store.

He’s a very loyal friend and will always be there for you whenever you need him.

If you’re ever sad and need some cheering up, he’s definitely the one to turn to.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddling

Curling up on the couch with a blanket and a warm drink, staring at the fire or a cheesy romance movie? Absolutely.

Loves cuddling with the cats, too. Any cats, really. It doesn’t matter.

If he sees you snuggled up on the bed with one of the cats, he melts and joins in as quick as he can without disturbing you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He doesn’t mind not being in a committed relationship, he travels a lot and meets tons of new people all the time anyway.

He’s a really clean person. If he’s left alone for too long with nothing to do, the house will be absolutely spotless.

He’s banned from the kitchen. Period. Full stop. End of story.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d ask to meet with you somewhere, preferably where you could have some privacy.

Louis would be super gentle about it and wouldn’t yell or scream, even if you were yelling at him.

He’d probably still want to be friends, but would obviously understand if you didn’t want that.

He’d give you space and be patient with you, and if you ever wanted to talk about it more he’d be open for that.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Due to his past, Louis has a hard time with committed relationships. On one hand, he’s too afraid that he’d hurt you or worse, but on the other he gets attached to people quickly and doesn’t want to leave you.

In the end, he’s fine either way. He just wouldn’t want to be with someone he isn’t 100% sure he’s in love with.

He wouldn’t want to get married/ propose quickly. He’s heard far too many stories about couples getting engaged/ married too quick and then realizing too late that their partner wasn’t exactly what they thought. Give it a few years.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, he’s pretty darn gentle. After years and years of softly petting animals and playing piano in his free time, he’s trained himself to be as gentle as possible.H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Surprisingly, even though he tends to be a bit handsy, he’s not really one for hugs unless he knows the person.

When he does hug someone it's usually quick, unless he’s close with them.

If he’s close with you then get ready cuz he might not let you go for a while.

Hugs from Louis are warm and make you feel safe, and the scent of his expensive cologne, fine wine, and dark chocolate make it that much better.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a while to say it, due to his past.

He’s scared that if he says it too soon, you’ll leave him or he’ll jinx it and the relationship will turn out bad…

You would end up saying it first, and after a while he’d feel ready to confidently say it back.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Louis doesn’t get jealous very often. He understands that you have your own life and separate relationships.

If you were in a committed relationship, though, and someone was getting a bit too close to you for his liking, he’d stand right next to you and wrap his arms around you, give you gentle kisses, and mutter sweet nothings to you, all while staring the other person dead in the eye.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He’s a great kisser. He’s had lots of practice, after all~

His favorite places to kiss you (other than your lips, of course) would be your eyes and your forehead.

His favorite place to be kissed is his neck (kinky little f*ck)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He wouldn’t really want any kids of his own, they’re too messy…

But he does love kids, and kids seem to love him, too!

He’d be great at telling dramatic stories to entertain them, and could always find a way to cheer up a sad little kiddo.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

That really depends on the events of the previous night…

If he’s hungover, you’d probably have to comfort him as he transformed into a blanket burrito and tried to sleep off his pounding headache.

Normally, though, Louis would hold you close and give you gentle kisses, rubbing your back and speaking softly.

He tends to wake up early, so he’d probably watch you sleep for a while.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Louis are always amazing.

He’d love to lay out in the garden with a bottle of wine (or perhaps two) and stargaze.

If you wanted something more fast pace, he probably knows of a party or club the two of you could go to.

If you wanted something more calm and loving, cuddles on the couch or a “sleepover” on the livingroom floor while watching all sorts of movies.

If you were looking for something… spicy… Louis would be happy to provide there, too ;)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Some things he’d be open about, but others it would take a long time with lots of trust for him to reveal.

He would definitely open up slowly, too scared that certain events from his life would put you off.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

That depends on the person and the subject, but usually he’s pretty chill.

The only thing that would definitely piss him off 100% of the time is cockatoos.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He tries his best to remember every little detail about you, and usually succeeds.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It’s hard for him to choose!

The moment you met, your first kiss, when you both said “I love you” for the first time, spending quiet nights in the dark with you, dinner by candlelight…

And if you decide to get married and/ or have (a) kid(s)?

He loves everything about you, so it’s impossible for him to pick just one moment to be his favorite.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

If Louis thinks you can take care of yourself, he likely won’t bother you by being overly protective.

If there’s ever a situation, however, where he feels you need saving, he won’t hesitate to step in and get you out of the situation.

Since he tends to deprive himself of blood like an idiot, he’ll make sure to stay away from everyone and completely isolate himself until he gets himself back under control.

He’d trust that you’d keep any secrets he tells you, and that you not tell a soul that he’s a vampire.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Oh boy

This man has more money than he knows what to do with, so obviously he’d spend it all on you! (And wine and fancy clothes and cleaning supplies and chocolate and cat stuff, but we don’t talk about that)

He’d go all out on dates. A fancy restaurant, roses, fine wine, stargazing, anything you could want!

He probably wouldn’t buy you too many gifts on his own, but if you asked for something there’s a pretty darn good chance you’ll get it.

If you thought a date with Louis was great, wait for your anniversary…

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Louis worries a lot… like… a lot.

He’s scared that if he does even the littlest thing wrong, you’ll leave him

He’s also worried that he’ll hurt you, physically and/ or emotionally, without intending to

Because of this, he can sometimes forget to care for himself, only focussing on you

He doesn’t sleep as much as he should, which leaves him tired and drained. It doesn’t help that he’s good at covering it up, either.

Possibly the worst of all his bad habits is the fact that he doesn’t drink enough blood.

He absolutely hates that he has to potentially harm others just to survive, and even though the blood he gets is collected in a completely safe and harmless way, he still has a hard time getting it down.

Not getting enough blood makes him irritable, cranky, and tired, not to mention the physical toll it has on him.

He bottles up his feelings a lot, not wanting to be a burden on others

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

You will never, EVER, see Louis NOT looking fabulous.

He takes every chance he gets to glance at his reflection in the mirror, just to make sure he still looks flawless.

Yes, he does take over an hour to get ready every morning, thank you for asking.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If he was truly in love with you, then yes, absolutely.

However, Louis has felt enough rejection and loss in his long life to be able to get over things much quicker than you’d expect.

If it was just a matter of not seeing you for a few days or even a few hours, then yes. No questioning it.

If you have to be separated for an extended period of time, you better be ready for at least a phone call a day, just so he can hear your voice, and a few texts every hour, just to check in on you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Louis hates cockatoos. He was once cursed out by one of the little devils unprovoked, and everyone around laughed at him. He was humiliated by a bird, and here he was thinking his love for our feathery friends was mutual…

His two favorite animals are birds and cats.

Louis doesn’t really like playing piano, but he was forced to learn growing up, and it’s a way to pass the time and possibly impress his partner, sooo…

He hates that since he was born a full blooded vampire, he can’t be cured and has to drink the blood of others just to stay alive.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like super sweet tasting things.

Cockatoos, but we’ve already been over this.

He doesn’t like people who act they’re better than everyone else. Even though he cares a lot about his appearance and social class, he’s aware that not many are fortunate enough to have a good life, and wouldn’t ever judge someone based on their appearance/ social status. Most of the time he ends up finding the less fortunate in life a lot more interesting than those who’ve had everything handed to them on a silver platter.

He also hates other vampires that intentionally harm humans or just others in general to get blood, especially if they can be cured of their vampirism.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleep? Who’s she?

He really doesn’t get enough sleep… usually it’s only 4-5 hours, not consecutive.

When is asleep though, he’s sprawled out over the whole bed, softly snoring, laying on his stomach with his face in the pillows.

He looks incredibly calm and at rest when he’s asleep.

He’s unfortunately a very light sleeper, but loves to pretend to be sleeping if he wakes up to you petting his hair or snuggling against him~

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

K so for an angsty headcanon thing, I was wonderin if you'd write something where reader is in a relationship with the boys and overhears a conversation where they say the were using her for food, but like she didn't hear the part where they say they changed their minds. If you don't want to thats chill tho, just wanted to ask cause I love your writing x

Oh god I love me some angst. Here you go babs, I hope you enjoy!! (Also, rip this turned more into a fic I hope you don't mind)

If That’s How You See Me (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader) fic

Warning: angst, slight smut

You had been dating the boys for a few months now. You knew what they were, as they hadn’t actually tried to hide it from you. They’d told you almost immediately, and, while it took some time to get used to, you’d accepted it pretty gracefully. After a little over a month, you’d even let them start feeding off of you.

They only ever took a little. Well, compared to their usual meals. They each had their place that they liked to bite, and you had learned to wear long sleeves and high collars to prevent their marks from showing. David always went for your neck. He would hold the other side of your throat, and thumb your jugular lightly as he drank. Marko would almost always go for your wrist. He liked to be able to look into your eyes as he drank, and he’d wipe his mouth and chin so he could quickly press his lips against yours. It never failed to make him aroused, and you barely minded. Dwayne would bite your shoulder. He was always the most careful, and he’d only drink from you during your most intimate moments. It’d never fail to make him groan and still, and he’d hold you so close that you’d think he was trying to meld you two together. Paul, being the cheeky little bastard he was, always bit the inside of your thigh. He’d do it whenever he ate you out, and he’d always treasure the small yelp of surprise you made each time. You swore that he purposely chose the moment when you were most relaxed to tear into your flesh. As soon as he was done, he’d dive back down and finish you off.

You’d settled into a comfortable routine with them. You’d meet them at the boardwalk, hang out for a bit, and then you’d go back to the cave. You’d get some alone time with them, and then one of them would drive you home. You never had to see them feed, and they assured you that it helped their cravings. Even if it was just a little bit.

But you’d had a particularly bad day, and you wanted to skip the boardwalk and go straight to cuddling them. You wanted Marko to hold you close and kiss your nose, for Paul to make you laugh, for Dwayne to be your silent shoulder to cry on, and for David to tell you that everything would be fine. The sun had only set only a little bit less than a half hour ago, and you knew they would still be groggy. Their senses probably wouldn’t be at their highest, but you didn’t want to aggravate them by making a lot of noise. So, you climbed into the cave as quietly as possible to not disturb them. To your surprise, you found that they were awake already. You were just outside the mouth of the cave when you heard their voices clear as day, and you realized they were talking about you. You paused. You knew you should announce yourself. Make your presence known. But when else would you ever get to hear their true thoughts about you? So, you stopped and you listened.

“-great fuck. God, and those legs?” It was Pauls voice first, and you smiled to yourself. So far, only good things, even if they were mostly just sexual. You knew you shouldn’t have expected much else. At least you knew that they thought you were good in bed. Markos voice continued,

“She’s such a babe. You better not have taken too much, man. I have dibs tonight, and I’m starved.” He said, and you furrowed your brows. The way he said the word made you think of only one thing. Marko wasn’t talking about sex. He was talking about feeding.

“I’ve told you before. She tastes better when she cums.” It was Dwaynes voice then, and you felt a pang go through your heart. Dwayne had always been the sweetest. The kindest of the four. The way they were talking was like you were a meal more than anything, and it worried you that even Dwayne seemed to think the same. It wasn’t like you’d told the boys you’d loved them yet, but the feelings were still there. Just unspoken. Marko let out a laugh, and then he said something that made your blood run cold.

“Remember when we first saw her and Paul wanted to eat her that night?” It made you freeze. You remembered that night. Paul had walked right up to you. He’d flirted with you, won you prizes, and even taken you to a show on the beach. It had just been coincidence that they’d run into the others. Or so you thought.

“Yeah, and David wanted to keep her around. Make her last longer.” You could hear a small scuffle, and you guessed some of the boys were rough housing. Your heart felt like it was going to stop. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. The boys had wanted to eat you. Kill you. The only reason they hadn’t was because David had wanted to make you last. A personal snack. It didn’t help when he finally said,

“Took long enough for her to let us take a bite.” You could practically hear the grin in his voice and your heart truly fell out of your chest then. You felt your heart break, and the betrayal laid heavily on everything else that had bothered you that day. The boys had been using you. All they’d wanted was to feed from you. All they’d wanted was your blood. You rushed back up the stairs, and you could feel hot tears pouring out of your eyes as you went back up to your car. You hadn’t stayed long enough to hear the end of his comment. “Didn’t think we’d end up falling for her in the meantime.”

You didn’t go to the boardwalk that night. You stayed in your room with your window firmly closed and locked. Of course, that didn’t deter the boys. You were laying on your bed, doing your best not to let your heartbreak consume you, when you heard a knock at your window. You lifted your head, and outside was Marko. He called your name in a teasing voice. You weren’t surprised. He had called dibs, hadn’t he? He probably just thought that this was just a way to get him alone. You went to your window and he smiled as you came closer. Instead of letting him in, you closed the curtain. 

“Hey!” He called, but you paid no attention to him. You didn’t want to speak to any of the boys ever again. You heard another persistent knock, but you grabbed your cassette player and headphones. You’d ignore him all night if you had to. You put the headphones on your ears and laid back down in bed, resuming the ball you had been in before he’d arrived. No matter how loud you turned up your music, you could still hear him saying your name. You knew it was a trick. A vampire power. You turned off your bedside light. It shrouded the room in darkness. After a few minutes, the mantra quickly turned softer and softer until finally it stopped. You could feel silent tears streaming down your cheeks, and you knew he must’ve been gone. He must’ve left. It had been nearly a half-hour of silence, and you almost found peace in it. You took off your headphones and rolled onto your other side. Your back was to the door, but the idea of monsters didn’t scare you as much anymore. Not since you’d met them. You thought that perhaps you’d be rid of them, that they’d entertain themselves with some other meal. Until you felt cold hands grab you and you heard your name fall from his lips instead of by poking his way into your mind.

You started to shriek, but a hand clapped down on your mouth. It wasn’t Markos. it was Davids. It didn’t take you long to realize all the boys had invited themselves into your room. You knew it was too good to be true to think that they’d left you alone. Marko and David sat on either side of you on the bed. Dwayne and Paul stood, with Dwayne on Davids side and Paul at the end of the bed. Dwayne turned on the light, and you glared at the sight of them. Were they really so persistent? Could they not find another girl to drain? You glared at them with such hatred in your eyes that it surprised them. It was Paul that ungracefully asked,

“What’s your damage, babe? You didn’t come to the boardwalk and now-” And you could feel your angel boiling over. Your damage? Your damage? You quickly interrupted the blonde.

“My damage is you four. Get the fuck out of my house. I don’t want to speak to any of you.” You spat, and the boys were taken aback. You hopped off the bed, shrugging off Davids hand when he tried to grab you, and you went to the window. You unlocked it and threw it open, and you pointed out of it. “Out. Now.” You demanded, and the vampires stared at you. There were mixes of anger and hurt on their faces, and you wanted to laugh. They were hurt? Then, they were truly eviler than you thought. You couldn’t stand the sight of them. Your four beautiful boys. Before this night you would have done anything for them. But finding out they only saw you as an over-glorified juice box changed some things. The two angriest were Paul and David. Paul was an explosion of emotions on a good day, and he couldn’t do anything to keep his mouth shut. The moment you two fought, you had to expect there’d be some tears. Marko, despite the hurt in his voice and on his face, tried to dispel the tension. Even if his own anger was starting to tick like a time bomb. He asked quietly,

“Y/n, why are you acting like this? Like, you’re acting like you hate us.” He said, and you glared at him. At his perfect angelic features. At his eyes and lips that didn’t hold even a bit of a smile. He looked confused and hurt. For some reason, the very sound of his voice enraged you. Perhaps it was because you were supposed to hang out with him that night. Your intimate moments had been nothing but a feeding to him. Your heart had frozen over, and you didn’t have a modicum of sympathy for any of the vampires. They were assholes, dogs, pigs. Worse than any of your ex-boyfriends. They’d been after something worse than sex. They’d been after your blood, and there had been a time where they’d considered killing you to get it. It was why the words slipped from your mouth, even if they weren’t entirely true.

“Because I do hate you.” You said, and you watched Markos eyes fill with hurt. It was a hard blow, for all of them. Dwayne and David hadn’t said a word yet, and their eyes were the most unreadable. But you knew it had stung them too from the way Dwayne refused to look at you, and how David scoffed and shook his head. Like he refused to believe it.

“What the fuck, babe. Why are you being such a bitch?” Paul asked, and you wanted to rip the blondes hair right of his skull. You were a bitch? You set your eyes on him and you swore, vampire or not, you were about to kick his ass and force him out that window. The smarter part of you knew that Paul would simply pick you up and throw you over his shoulder the second you tried to force him. Instead, you reached up to your ear. You yanked out the earring they’d given you, and you threw it at the rocker. He caught it, and he gasped. His face had been filled with anger before, but now it was filled with shock and pain. The boys knew what that meant. You weren’t just mad at them over something small. Whatever had happened, you were willing to break up with them over it. It looked like Paul regretted opening his big mouth instantly, and he didn’t even try to say a single thing as he held the earring in his hand. 

David stood then. He was silent, and the air changed as soon as he did. You’d been in charge of the situation before, but, suddenly, that was no longer the case. David was in front of you in a moment, and he grabbed you by your shoulders. You knew that when it came to all of them, it was going to be his hooks that were the hardest to dig out. He’d told you that you were his, and he truly believed it. David didn’t like it when things that were his tried to leave him. He stared down at you and snapped,

“What happened? Did hunters get to you? Are you cursed? Tell me, now.” You could hear the suggestion in his voice. He was using his powers on you, but he didn’t need to. You already knew exactly what words you were going to throw into his face.

“’Took her long enough to let us take a bite’ ring any bells? You know, you guys have a lot of nerve being mad at me. I’m the one that was turned into a meal. I’m the one that was reduced to nothing but a juice box. I’m the one that you were going to kill, right, Paul?” You asked, and you set your glare on him. His face fell, and he opened his mouth to speak. For once in his life, he thought better of it. David stared and his hands dropped.

“It’s not like that. We would never hurt you.” He said, and you scoffed. Really? For some reason, you couldn’t believe him. You were on a roll, and fresh tears were in your eyes as you pointed to Dwayne.

“Really? Because Dwayne, Dwayne, even seems to think so. I don’t have to worry about him trying to eat me though because he only likes me when I’m cumming, huh?” Your voice was harsh and cruel, and the brunette stared at you. He shook his head, and he took a step forward. You weren’t going to let him calm you down this time. You continued. “Or is it only Marko that I have to worry about. I mean, he did call dibs, didn’t he?” You snarked. You knew you were playing with fire, but you didn’t care. You were pissing off four vampires. Four vampires that had admitted they’d wanted to kill you earlier that night. But you didn’t care. The tears were spilling over and the hurt was swallowing your heart. They were pricks, every single one of them. You never wanted to see any of their faces again. “Or is it because you wanted to make me last?” You finished, and David clicked his jaw. You had thrown all of their own words back at them. Revealing just how much you’d heard. You expected harsh words, maybe even a slap. Maybe he’d even kill you. Instead, he spat,

“It’s because we fell for you, y/n.” He said, and you stared. You didn’t believe him. How could you? His words from earlier, when you weren’t around, had been completely different. “We love you. I love you.” He said, and your eyes didn’t leave his. You didn’t know if this was a trick or not, but it felt like it was. Honestly, David’s mind tricks made it impossible to know. You shook your head in disbelief, and muttered a small,

“Yeah, sure.” It hurt you to say it. The second it left your lips, you regretted it. For the first time in your life, you saw Davids eyes fill with pain. You sniffled and wiped your face, and you kept your mouth closed so you wouldn’t say anything else. Wouldn't take it back. His voice was quiet as he said,

“You’re not going to forgive us.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, a realization. It settled over the room, and all of you knew it was true. Your lips loosened then.

“How can I? If that’s how you see me.”

[honey-dewey]

How each of the boys deals with beach/ocean shenanigans

Because my life goal is to be a marine biologist and my only place of true peace is the ocean and limiting me to 100 words is fucking cruel. So I just wrote until I felt done. Not 100 words each, obviously, but entertaining nonetheless. 

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell

Din Djarin: 

Okay so did anyone else see how Din dove in The Heiress? Because that was beautiful. He probably learned to swim late, after he joined the Covert, but once they put him in a pool, he refused to get out. He's an amazing swimmer, even with all that beskar on. 

But we aren’t here to talk about that. We’re here to talk about what happens when you beg him to take you to a water planet because goddammit you’ve been on nothing but dry desert planets or dry ice planets or dry city planets for the longest time now and if you don’t get to put your feet in the water soon, you might kill him. 

He doesn’t understand the appeal. Sure he’s seen the ocean. Woo-hoo it’s a bunch of water. But the way you go peaceful with wonder when you mention it, he’s ready to take a break too. And hey, maybe Grogu can finally see the ocean. So he finds an ocean planet and sets course. And because he’s a stubborn bastard, he won’t tell you where you’re going. 

When you step off the Crest and immediately find nothing but slowly crashing waves and soft shell studded sand (that is black as obsidian because remember, we’re not on earth) you almost cry. Stripping out of your shoes and rolling your pants up to your upper thighs, you wade out into the water, completely ignoring Din’s warning to be careful, he doesn’t know what’s in the water. 

You don’t know how long you stand there, the water licking at your thighs, the soft drag of the waves rolling over and over, the way your feet slowly sink into the blackness of the sand, grounding you to this one spot, this one moment. Eventually, you find that you have a companion. 

Din’s not a wide ocean kind of guy, but for you, he’ll take the armor off (but not the helmet) and come stand beside you, his pants rolled up as well. His are tighter, so the rough edge gets slowly soaked in water, but he doesn’t mind. 

Half an hour of mindless and relaxing standing around in the water later, and you’re ready to explore. Scooping Grogu up and putting him in a baby carrier across your chest, you begin to look for suitable shells to keep aboard the Crest. Again, Din is confused, but doesn’t question it as you walk up and down the same stretch of sand, occasionally bending down and happily pulling a gorgeous shell from the clutches of the water. He wouldn’t be at peace here if he was alone, but you sure as hell would be. Still standing in the water, listening to you babble back and forth with Grogu, the waves occasionally kissing his hands, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he could find peace in your peace. 

Marcus Moreno:

Marcus is not an ocean person, but he’s not not an ocean person, y’know? Sand irritates him, the air smells funny, and it’s usually loud. But he likes the water. If it could be a quiet pool it would be better, but the ocean works too. 

And then he’s put on a boat with you, a still-learning water Heroic (think like. Aquaman), and things change. 

At first, he hates it. A boat that’s tipping constantly may be your thing, considering how much you look like you belong, but it sure as shit ain’t his. You try to teach him some stuff, shouting over the crashing of the waves, but he’s trying too hard not to throw up to really pay attention. 

Then everything settles. The water stops tipping, the boat is still, and you quietly tell him there’s a pod of humpbacks outside. 

He’s terrified when you jump into the water, no oxygen or gear or anything. It’s only when he remembers you can breathe underwater that he stops losing his mind. And when the whales start to breach? Yeah he’s gone. He’s all smiling and laughing when you breach right alongside the whales, and when you get back on board the boat, he’s so incredibly excited. 

So next time, you tell him you’re right above one of the biggest groups of migrating hammerhead sharks ever. He reacts less kindly to that one, even when you dive and tell him it’s perfectly safe. They won’t hurt you. But looking down to see you surrounded by hundreds of great hammerheads, just swimming lazily beside you? Yeah that’s surreal as fuck. 

Max Phillips: 

Ah yes. The resident vampire who hasn’t been to a beach in almost a decade. He can’t go out in the sun, what makes y’all think he’d actually enjoy the beach? Nope, he is not risking his life so he can feel some sand. 

But the beach during the day is completely different from the beach at night, and you are determined to prove it. You blindfold Max, at the expense of many dirty jokes, and drive him to the beach. 

He can smell it before you can, the salt in the air that drifts through the windows and promises all will be right with the world. Then you guys hear it, the soft crash of waves on the shore, the gentle buzz to the air. Finally, you stand Max on the empty beach and remove the blindfold and he can see it. Night darkened waves, the shifting water turning the full moon into a shattered mosaic of light glimmering on the waves. 

For the first time in a long time, he lets himself drown in sensation, in tranquility. It’s been ten long years since he forgot he wasn’t a human being anymore, but with the water licking at his bare feet, he’s completely unaware of his deadness. All he can feel is sand and water and salt and you, holding his hand and looking out with him. 

He’s determined to stay there all night, but you insist on walking, occasionally bending down to grab a shell you see in the darkness. Max is definitely at an advantage here with his night vision, but that’s nothing a flashlight can’t solve. By the time the sun begins to peer over the horizon, you and Max are fast asleep in bed, a small jar of sea shells on your bedside table. 

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales: 

When I tell you I was excited to write Frankie, oh boy. See, I headcanon him to be like me. Enamored with the ocean since before he can remember. It’s always, always, made him wide eyed with wonder. Aquariums are his safe space, and his favorite animal, above every other living thing on the planet, is sharks. 

He finds peace in knowing they exist, seeing something so powerful be so docile. You’re a marine biologist, and you end up taking him on a caged shark dive. He’s ecstatic, practically vibrating as you take the boat way out where you’re bound to find something good. 

And you do. Everyone else on your team, along with Frankie, is cage diving, but you’re just out there, swimming freely alongside huge Great Whites. They’re so beautiful, and Frankie nearly cries when you coax said shark to the side of the cage so he can run his hand over the shark’s wide belly.

His next dive is a general reef dive, just you and him. Beaches aren’t his thing, there’s too little activity, so you take him out on a reef. He’s smiling the entire time, swimming alongside fish the size of his arm and manta rays with a wingspan bigger than his. But the best part is the reef sharks. Black Tips, no longer than four or five feet. They crowd Frankie and make him laugh as he actually pets their bellies. Suddenly, he’s surrounded by sharks who all want the same thing. Scritches. 

His third dive is open ocean, and you don’t tell him what you’re diving with. He gets in the water, turns around, and immediately starts to cry tears of joy. His favorite shark, his absolute favorite, is swimming lazily behind him. The Whale Shark. It’ll be hell to get him out of the water later, but in that moment, you want nothing more than to see that smile, wide enough to show off his dimple. 

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels:

Jack Daniels is not an ocean person by any means. He’s an open fields kind of man, where he can look up at the Montana night sky and feel like he’s two inches tall, surrounded by mountains and plains. But his latest mission with you takes him to Hawaii, and he ain’t mad about it. 

The first few days, you spend hours on the beach alone. Jack stays indoors, not able to be persuaded out with you. Finally, he’s forced to go to the beach with you because of the mission, and he complains all morning long. You simply roll your eyes and put on your bathing suit and floppy hat. 

Beach time lasts much longer than anticipated. The target won’t be there for a while, but you wanted to relax before working, so you settle in a beach chair with a nice book and get to reading while Jack grumbles about sand in his shoes. 

BUT, dear reader I would be cruel if I made Jack unhappy, so while he may not be a beach person, he is very much a you person. Once you stand to go shelling, wrapped in that teasing black and white swimsuit and flowy white cover up, he’s by your side with minimal complaints. 

Turns out, Jack Daniels’s whip quick reflexes are good for grabbing shells before they’re stolen by the water. You and him get an impressive collection going, eyeing your target the entire time. By the time you have your intel, Jack’s actually enjoying himself and almost doesn’t want to leave. 

The next morning, he’s red as a tomato from sunburn and vows to never go to the beach again. You laugh, and you and him spend the day indoors, sorting through your shell collection and rubbing aloe on Jack’s red shoulders. (Yeah he’s going shirtless all day. You ain’t mad about it.)

Ezra: 

It’s a headcanon of mine, and I’ve mentioned it before, that Ezra grew up an orphan. He lived in a state house until he was 18, which is when he began to prospect. He’s been all over the galaxy, but never been to a water planet. Long story short, he’s never seen a beach. Or an ocean. Or anything bigger than a small pond. 

After the Green, you decide to spoil him and take him and Cee to an ocean planet for some time off. He has no idea where you’re going, but he’s excited nonetheless. 

The planet is almost 90% water, with vast underground caves and beautiful beaches. You land on one of those beaches and when Ezra steps out of your transport pod, he immediately starts to cry. 

Cee’s seen an ocean before, but it’s been a while, so she immediately rushes past Ezra and jumps into the water. Watching her splash around in the gently crashing waves is like bliss, and it makes you smile. 

But Ezra, oh boy Ezra. He’s transfixed, standing with the water lapping at his ankles and his face slack as he takes in the vastness of it all. Eventually, you convince him into the water. He can’t swim, so you guide him out to a safe depth and hold his hand tight as he floats on his back. He’s so calm, so at ease that it’s almost scary. 

That night, he doesn’t want to go inside. The setting sun makes the ocean orange, and you finally manage to get him in. You pop a window open to allow the salty air into the pod, lulling you to sleep and putting Ezra at ease. 

Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey: 

Dio will literally never admit he loves the beach. Never. He’s a bad boy! He can’t love anything! 

Except for sea turtles. He really fucking loves sea turtles. He can name all seven species by heart, he’s got a beautiful teal blue bracelet that he wears all the time that has a turtle bead and he got when he ‘adopted’ a green turtle, he has two turtle tattoos, and he’s absolutely a huge turtle geek whenever you take him to the aquarium.

Which is how you learn he’s that in love with turtles. You take him to an aquarium on a date, and he sits in front of the turtle tank for almost an hour. It’s actually kinda cute. 

So you take him to the beach, a beautiful beach with not many people and, according to the locals, is a turtle nesting site. You and Dio mess around for a while, until the night falls and you sit him in the back of your truck. He’s almost mad you won’t let him leave, at least, right up until the turtles come out. 

He’s a kid in a candy store, all lit up and giddy as the turtles come out to lay their eggs. It’s a dream for him, and when one of the locals asks if you two want to say hi to the turtles, he’s up immediately. 

Two months later, you and Dio return to the same beach, eager to help the baby turtles into the water. Yet again, the outer hard boy shell falls away, leaving you with the soft and giggly Dio that you adore. 

From that day on, your phone background is a photo of Dio holding one of the baby turtles, a warm and genuine grin on his face. 

Javier Peña: 

What makes you think Javier has time to go to the beach? He hasn’t been in literal years, ever since he headed to Columbia. 

But, when he’s home? You manage to get him some time off and take him out to the gulf for a few days. It’s crowded, sure, and that sets his anxiety off big time, but he’s in Texas, not Columbia, and you’re by his side the entire time. 

You manage to find a nice spot away from people to relax on, laying in the sand for hours. No stress, no mess, no looming threat of death, no nothing. 

In the evening, once most of the people go away, you and Javier start to walk along the shore, holding your shoes and each other’s hands. Javier picks up a beautiful multicolored shell, all dappled with beiges and whites and hints of purple. It’s gorgeous, and you immediately slip it onto a necklace you were wearing. 

You manage to one up Javier when you find a brown shell. On the surface, it’s not much. But under the setting sun, it’s beautiful, streaked through with lighter browns and shining ambers. You hand it to Javier, and he immediately tells you it’s boring. At which you tell him it reminds you of his eyes, a deceptively simple brown at first, and then a mesmerizing whiskey amber once you study them. 

Yeah, he tears up at that. 

Maxwell Lord: 

Yet another man who is not a beach person. He hates sand so much he’ll forgo the entire beach experience, because as we all know, he a drama queen. However, unlike Jack, Maxwell is loud about his dislike of the beach. 

Finally, he gets dragged out for a business opportunity and has to spend almost four whole days at the beach. You best be ready for the entire month leading up to the trip to be a whole bunch of complaining. The plane ride out is blissfully quiet, and when he sees the beach, he’s no longer completely insufferable. 

However, you quickly learn that while your dear Max is not a beach person, he likes the ocean. He’s all for getting on a boat and spending the day on the water. Which is exactly what you two do. He’s sensitive to the sun, but he’ll sit in it with you if you want. 

Eventually, you convince him to get in the water. You expected him to be a decent swimmer, not great but not horrible. But then he jumps into the ocean with no life vest and you’re freaking the hell out until you watch his form. He’s a damn natural. And he’s so happy it’s almost scary. He’s in the water for almost an hour, and when he comes out, it’s only for a quick snack. 

That night, you two sit on the beach, much to Max’s complaining. But he’s beside you and his hair is still stiff from the saltwater, so he’s happy, despite the whining.

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(a/n: to the anon that requested this, i’m so sorry this took me a million years to complete and post! i hope you find these and you enjoy them, thanks for requesting! - admin kat 🌙❣)

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Felix with a Human s/o that’s Afraid of Turning Headcanons:

° your fear of being changed into a vampire is definitely going to be an issue for felix. i mean, the man wants to literally spend forever with you and will not allow you to stay mortal. now that he’s found you, his mate, he genuinely would not be able to live without you.

° also, being a human in volterra is literally unheard of (apart from all the biancas a.k.a the secretaries) and there’re a lot of vampires prowling around the place so there’s a 110% chance that you could get bit or killed.

° which btw is a huge fear of felix’s. he wouldn’t forgive himself if you got killed by a vampire who fed on you or harmed you in any way. he’d literally rip them to pieces and burn them in two seconds flat. he’s not fucking around.

° it would be challenging for even him to not want to feed on you bc you smell tasty af lmaoo.

° but on a real note, your blood smells really good to him and he really doesn’t want to kill you.

° also, he’s a part of the guard, so he’s got a job to attend to, which he can’t do when he’s worried you’ll die every two seconds.

° when you first arrived in volterra he literally didn’t leave your side for 3 whole months, even when aro and the crew™ summoned him. he took you with him. alec and jane may have almost mistaken you for a snack and demetri struggled to hold him back from ripping the twins to shreds. fun times man! like y’all laugh about it now (minus felix who’s still mad af)

° whenever you get sick, he brings up changing you in 0.3 seconds.

° “you know if you’d let me change you, you’d never get sick.”

° “it’s just a cold, felix. get a grip.”

° “how can i get a grip when you’re so fragile? you know there’s no cure for the cold, right?”

° a lot of arguments ensue from the topic of changing you. felix takes this personally and begins to think that you believe he’s nothing but a monster. which he technically is and is a part of why you don’t want to turn.

° arguments often get heated between you two and felix has to walk away before they get too heated because without meaning to he could hurt you. as i said before, you’re fragile. like he doesn’t want to hurt you btw!

° even though he argues with you over your mortality, he adores a lot of things about it: like how your heart speeds up when he kisses you (lmaoo it stopped one time and he panicked bc he thought you died), he adores watching you sleep, how you need to eat three meals a day, etc.

° “i swear to god if you bring up me changing one more time i will shove my foot so far up your a-”

° boii is horny af though bc he can’t even get with you sexually bc he’d snap you in half.

° demetri teases tf out of him about it. you deffo join in

° like he eye fucks you now, which only makes you horny and now you’re suffering too.

° he’s frustrated also bc he can’t help to get you off either bc again he could literally kill you.

° felix doesn’t have much patience either, so if you don’t come to a decision he probably will make it for you or he’ll demand to know why you’re so afraid to change.

° also sexual tension™

° if you take too long deciding he’s going to just change you bc he’s savage af and kinda selfish. he’d rather you be mad at him for all eternity for changing you than have you die.

° but also he loves you and wants to respect your choices? so there’s a lot of turmoil over it, but i believe that his desire to spend forever with you would win.

° maybe you’re afraid of the pain, unclear of the whole process, etc.

° “what if i’m unlucky and i don’t make it through the process?”

° “that’s ridiculous! it works every time.”

° “okay... but what if i go on a murderous rampage-”

° “we have a process in place to teach newborns how to control their thirst.”

° “okay, okay! i totally understand that. but what if i end up being so out of control that i reveal the secret of vampires to humans? won’t i be killed then.”

° “that’s impossible, i won’t let that happen.”

° you’re kinda frustrated at this point bc for every inquiry of skepticism you have, he’s got an answer prepared.

° felix at some point begins to wonder if you feel the mate bond as deeply as he does. you feel an immense pull towards him, it’s unreal. you’re just afraid.

° “but wouldn’t you like me to fuck you?”

° “seriously?! in front of everyone?”

° “oh, we hear you guys argue about this fifty times a day. it’s nothing new, y/n.” demetri would guffaw.

° lmao felix literally brings that up so often in front of others you’re beginning to get immune to it.

° strong boii™ doesn’t want you to be turned by anyone else but him. so like he’ll practice to get the hang of it bc god forbid if he killed you-

° i mean, in the end you choose to allow him to turn you bc what would be better than spending forever with felix?

° “i swear to god, if you kill me i’m gonna come back from the grave and light you on fire...”

° “i won’t.”

° “you know i’ll be right here during the whole process, i won’t leave your side. and when you wake up, i’ll be the there too.”

° that honestly gives you so much comfort and even makes you smile.

° which gives him confidence too bc you trust him enough to do this when he could literally KILL YOU

° the process goes as great as it can go and like after you feel like you can fight god which felix has to remind you that you cANT’ JUST DEMAND TO FIGHT EVERY VAMPIRE YOU SEE WHEN YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO FIGHT

° it’s good that you chose to get turned bc he was about to do it regardless lmaoo. (i know i’ve said this fifty times already but i’m not kidding boii really would’ve done it)

° y’all are the most chaotic couple, like aro and crew™ are entertained but also mildly very terrified.

° y’all fucked.. A LOT... just sayin

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Tainting The Angel So That She Falls: - Sakamaki Brothers

These ended up being long - typically for me - but since I’ve been a bit slow in pumping out content lately (*cough* here is a link to chapter 2 of my Yandere Zuko x Reader x Yandere Azula fic that has been occupying my time. Chapter 2 has links to both the Prologue and Chapter one at the start of it) I decided that I’d publish these seperately for each boy as I write them, and add links to the other boys’ headcanons as I write them.  So far I have Shu and Reiji done. Will add Ayato’s, Laito’s, Kanato’s and Subaru’s shortly, I’m working on Ayato and Laito’s ones as I publish these. 

Shu

You were a righteous angel. A high-ranking celestial presence amongst filth of the Earth

Everyone, including yourself, believed you were incorruptible. You were the perfect, ideal angel; one of God’s favourites, even.

The first time you met Shu was when he was a young boy. You had landed on Earth during a mission and fell in a forest near a village, where two young boys rushed over to you, asking if you were okay.

You noted one was a vampire but felt no malice from him - if anything he was even pure of heart for a being such as himself.

He was friends with a human child, too, so you figured that you wouldn’t even try to harm him. He was young, and perhaps there may be some good to come from him in the future.

They helped you, and then you assured them you would be well.

The vampire boy was on your mind for several days, but then you moved on with your existence onto other matters.

Seasons passed as fast as decades and you were back in the same place as you had been a century or two prior, this time having heard reports of “dark influences” across the town, you were tasked with helping a junior angel learn how to ‘take care’ of ‘demonic’ beings as her supervisor.

In order to do this, however, you soon found you’d have to “fit in” with the other humans - most notably - an academy for teenagers.

The idea was less than entertaining for you. The thought of pretending to be a 16-year-old Girl, to you, was...not ideal.

Still, you and your assigned lower-rank angel (who was basically your student, really) disguised yourselves as students to track down specific otherworldly beings and ‘destroy’ them.

The moment your eyes met with his, you knew who he was. He’d grown well, at least on a physical level. Then again it had been at least two centuries since you had last seen him when he was oh-so-tiny and young.

His eyes were tired - a tiredness of the soul, hardened by life.

You didn’t think he knew who you were, though.

It was bittersweet for you. You’d let him be when he was a child but now he had become a fully grown vampire - and your new task was to rid of him.

But you were dutiful, and so that was exactly what you were going to do.

Posing as a young teenage girl, you attempted to try to get close to him, it was no easy task; he couldn’t know you knew who - what - he was, and he couldn’t find out you weren’t a human.

With time and much effort, you managed to “get to know” him. Did you feel bad for lying about who you were? Perhaps a little, but it was in the name of the divine.

As time passed, it got harder to lie to him, not because he was more suspicious of your intentions but because you found yourself actually beginning to like him, feeling emotions that were certainly forbidden.

Any advances were ignored by you and you feigned innocence and naivety that you were none the wiser of his attempts. They weren’t exactly subtle - he had the filthiest of minds, you found. But with every month you spent on Earth befriending him, the harder it got for you to try and kill him - and his brothers.

What you couldn’t have expected was that he was going to trap you in your own web of lies. You were alone with him in the Music Room after almost an entire year on Earth. Your assistant angel was beginning to become worried - wondering why the two of you haven’t killed the vampires and moved on with your task, yet.

You assured her that time held little significance in the scale of things, but that was a lie towards the divine, now. The truth was you desired more time with him.

He was strange and unbecoming and yet you found yourself falling for him - disgusted by yourself for it. He was a creature of the dark, and you could never be. You reminded yourself of the fact you’d have to betray him.

And in the Music Room, you were as he slept by the windowsill. The two of you sat in silence, no words required, and with a burdened heart you pulled out your heavenly blade and stood carefully, ready to strike him while he was still docile. He was a tired individual, so you hoped to make this quick and that he wouldn’t fight back.

Just as you swiftly moved your arms down to strike him in the heart, his hand grabbed your wrist with bone-crushing tightness. He scoffed and opened on of his eyes, as though this was nothing more than a small annoyance.

“Did you actually think it would be this easy to kill me?”

His words tore through you and you desperately tried to get your wrist out of his grasp

“I know who you are, (Y/N).”

Freezing and wide-eyed you stared at him. He manoeuvred the blade from your hands so it fell onto the floor and pushed you away, then pulled you up only to pin you against the wall, glaring at you.

Tears welled in your eyes, and you found yourself unable to fight him; you didn’t want to hurt him.

He seemed to realise this, realise you could destroy him where he stood but you were emotionally unable to bring yourself to do it.

You were in love with him.  

He kissed you. Bewildered you tried to push him back but then found yourself falling down into temptation, seduced by this gorgeous creature of sin.

It wasn’t until after the fact that you realised your mistake, but it was too late; your excellent pure wings that you’d been hiding in your human form revealed themselves by force, the glamour you held over them breaking. You gasped and wept in desperation was they rotted from a snowy white to a deathly black.

You have sinned.

And Shu wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Reiji: Click here for Reiji’s “Tainting the Angel so that she falls” headcanon/scenario

Ayato: WIP

Laito: WIP

Kanato: WIP Subaru: WIP

- Mod Rozalia 

[wallwriterstuff]

My Evil Twin ||Alec vs Jane||

Warnings: mentions of abuse, torture and trauma. 

A request for @ferb13​   “Can I request you a headcanon about the things that make Alec more evil than Jane?” 

You absolutely can because I love this idea!! Also, please keep an eye out for an updated Upcoming Fic List tomorrow. I have two more requests I admittedly forgot about I’d like to get out now uni is done for the semester. 

I firmly believe the trauma they faced caused both twins to turn out to be incredibly sadistic and ruthless vampires, but there is definitely a case to be made that Alec is the more dangerous of the twins.

·         Alec is not quick to anger, therefore his revenge is not as instant as his sister’s. Displease Alec and you will be left wondering when exactly he will strike back – or if he even plans to – and he will let you stew in your own anxiety for the fun of it. Why torture you if your already torturing yourself?

 ·         Whereas Jane’s anger is explosive, Alec’s simmers. He has the capacity therefore to really think about just how much you’re annoying him and respond in kind. His revenge is never as swift as the agony of Jane’s gift, he will draw it out. For every second you have made him suffer he will return the favour

 ·         His gift is incredibly potent, he can strip a person’s senses and numb them, but do you think that hasn’t come with any sort of consequence for him? The truth is he simply can’t feel emotion sometimes. It takes strong emotion to really entice him to open up and feel anything, such as finding his mate for instance, but most of the time he is just…numb, and it makes him incredibly difficult to read. As such, it’s easy to find yourself trying to please him or accidentally annoying him, but you’ll never know until he reacts – which he rarely ever does. Though he doesn’t always mean to, it can often seem like he’s stringing people along because of this, but he has been known to deliberately use people’s struggles to read him to his advantage

 ·         Both twins are sadistic but in different ways. While Jane thrives off of the pain of others, Alec feeds off of their fear. He strips the senses, but they are still very much conscious. Alec enjoys their terror as their minds turn against them, imagining horrific scenarios occurring to their physical bodies while they cannot see, feel or hear their attackers coming. In this sense, he is far more sadistic than Jane, as his version of torture leaves longer lasting scars that he has absolutely no remorse about inflicting on anyone who crosses his path

 ·         Alec and Jane were raised in this life by Aro in two very different ways. Jane has, quite frankly, been groomed by Aro and is therefore much more eager to please and maintain her position as the favourite. Alec is not. Oh for sure he is loyal to Aro and will remain so out of sheer gratitude that he was saved by him, but he is very self-assured in a way Jane is not, knowing his offensive capability will either A) keep him in favour with the Masters or B) ensure he has a way out when the Masters stop giving him the opportunity to exercise that power                + Since he has no need to play the favourite, Alec will happily act his physical age and play pranks on the secretaries. He is the main reason they go through so many of them, and his pranks are by no means childish. He is a sadist remember. Physical injuries are part and parcel of otherwise highly psychologically traumatic pranks very similar to the ones he had to endure as a child. Poor Gianna never quite got rid of the scars on her knuckles after he locked her in a room full of tarantula’s – he spent four hours listening to her beg to be released while pounding on the door

 ·         In many ways Alec is seen as the calmer and more rational twin, subduing his sister when she gets violent. Some might even go so far as to say he saved them from Jane’s wrath. They are wrong. Alec is saving you from nothing, because he is extremely protective of Jane and if you anger her, you anger him. You are simply opening yourself up to his specific brand of psychological torture, and believe me when I tell you he is ten times more ruthless when it comes to defending his sister, to the point he will gladly kill for her, even if it goes against orders

 ·         Since it takes so much to get him riled up, it takes a lot more to calm him down. Alec is far more dangerous than Jane in this regard. He is very reluctant to stop using his gift once he starts, the feeling he gets watching people suffer the effects is akin to a high or an adrenaline rush maybe. He pushes his luck a lot when Aro orders him to stop whereas his sister will stop immediately. Ultimately, not even the Masters can stop him if Alec decides to make you suffer

 ·         He wears socks when relaxing in bed, enough said

 ·         Whereas Jane is cruel for a purpose (usually Aro’s), Alec is sometimes cruel just because he’s bored. Has a trial bored him? Felix suddenly can’t see. A long day of guard duty in the throne room? The secretary is distracted packing up to go home for the night, the perfect target. Alec can and will use his gift purely for entertainment purposes for the thrill he gets watching others suffer

 ·         Alec didn’t want to rely solely on his gift after a brush with a newborn once. Felix and Demetri taught him to fight at his request, but it was Caius who taught him to torture others. If Alec is a sadist then Caius taught him everything he knows, and its him that will accompany the blonde Master to the dungeon when he needs to blow off some steam on the prisoners they keep below. He doesn’t ask nor care about the crimes they committed, but when his dark side itches to be free there’s nothing better to him than slowly cracking off a finger or two. Not even Jane knows about this side of him

 ·         Ultimately, Alec is a lethal weapon in the form of a child and the way he enjoys his gift and uses it so indiscriminately shows it. He is far more evil than Jane for the sheer enjoyment he gets from torturing others in a far more traumatic way than his sister can and unlike her, he is far more difficult to reign in

[hey-a-wild-jojo-simp]

When their good friend/ s/o is on their menstrual cycle headcanons

Josuke  

If it’s period cramps, he makes sure he gets them as many as their cravings as he can, gets them Advil, gets them cold or hot packs depending on preference, and gives them their space or cuddles, depending on what they feel like, he may also give little kisses on the top of the head while giving back rubs. He’ll make an effort to find and rent their favorite movies and isn’t shy about getting them pads or tampons

Part 3 Jotaro

Lets them know he’s there for them, but doesn’t really go out of his way to do anything out of the norm unless he’s asked to, only expect kisses if you’re the s/o, but side hugs and back rubs are to be expected either way, he’s a little awkward when in the store getting the pads or tampons but he’ll get them

Part 4 Jotaro

Same as part 3, but he’s more likely to go out of his way to help them feel more comfortable, and won’t be as awkward buying pads, will still be just slightly awkward

Jonathan

Literally decides to be your dang servant until your period is over, you shift because you’re uncomfy? He’s over there fluffing your pillows, he’s constantly asking if you want more tea, he will get you pads or tampons without you asking and actually knows to ask what size you need, he will love and dote on you, because be you friend or s/o, you mean the world to him, and he hates seeing you in pain or discomfort, he even brings Danny over to cheer you up. (I refuse to acknowledge Danny’s death...)

Mista

He’d be really loving and try to make you laugh, though may be uncomfortable buying pads and just texts Bucciarati to get them, insisting he can’t leave you alone in case your cramps get worse, kisses and back rubs are to be expected whether you’re his friend or s/o, and he lets you take charge of feeding Number 5, he’s always been your favorite. He’ll insist on you staying with him so he can keep an eye on you when you go through particularly rough periods, and he makes sure the rest of the gang leaves you alone if that’s what you want.

Fugo

I think he’d be too nervous to be around you, like he’s afraid he might lose his temper, even though it’s rarely a problem with you.

Narancia

He likely doesn’t know how to act and is fairly incompetent, not knowing that things like heating/cooling packs help, but he’ll comfort you and watch movies with you to keep your spirits up, and if you ask him to grab you a specific thing he’ll bring it for you, and he never gets impatient. 

Abbachio

Depending on his mood, will refuse to buy you products but be with you, or will get you products and be with you, but he will constantly be doing the bare minimum. He may get there and start getting really doting though, if you were to tell the rest of the gang he’d kill you though. He may cover your eyes with his hand or arm to help block out light if you’re having a headache, and probably gives really good shoulder massages.

Bucciarati

He’d know exactly what to do and would make getting through your period so much easier, you don’t understand it but his presence just makes you feel better

Giorno

(Honestly I feel like we know the least of his non combat based personality with how far in I’ve gotten, like he’s noble and he has a dream... so I’m sorry if y’all don’t feel that this is accurate.) He probably doesn’t know what to do and just stays with you and brings you food and whatever you tell him you need. He occasionally creates frogs or snakes to cheer you up, is neutral about buying pads, not awkward, but not fully confident either, he may end up asking a store worker for assistance

Polnareff

Brings Iggy over and helps you with cravings, getting you a new heating/cold pack when needed, getting you pain meds, and just overall being there for you, but you’re more likely to text a friend to get you pads or tampons as Polnareff isn’t very educated in that area and may end up just buying you adult diapers.

Avdol

Will bring you tea and entertain you by telling you what certain crystals enhance and the likes, will bring incense to burn to help with cramps or headaches, tea for the same purposes, may come tell you about interesting deviations to his normal readings he’s found throughout his fortune telling journeys, and just joke around and keep your spirits up

Kakyoin

No fucking clue what to do, spends time with you, deadass bought a small sample pack of every single pad at the store the first time you asked him to get you some products, it was... a mess to say the least. He is absolutely doting and will do anything he can to make you comfortable, from a massage, to letting you scream and vent at him, to just letting you hormonally sob into his chest. He’ll stay over at yours through the whole period on school breaks and during school days he stays at your place as long as he can after and before school before he has to go home to sleep. It generally means lots of video games and movies.

Dio (part 1 young)

This arrogant little heck ball will laugh at your pain and tell you to get away from him before you get blood on him, unless you’re the s/o, he will just scoff, roll his eyes, and just do very little to help you, maybe get you products and a small ruffle of the hair

Dio (part 1 after time skip)

He will likely not get you product as friend unless you’re very close, if you’re his s/o, expect lighter cuddles, kisses on the head, back massages, the like

DIO (part 3)

I mean, gray here, because him being a vampire makes it awkward, but he would definitely get you products, and give you cuddles and love and affection because be you friend or s/o he freaking loves you, kisses and massages and lots and lots of positive affirmations, also, watching movies with you and stuffs

Joseph, old and young

You avoid talking to him about it cause he’s doesn’t understand that it sucks for you and just makes jokes about it

Caesar

He will be very informed and will do everything right while also showing you lots and lots of love so you can be assured he will ease it

Speedwagon

He’s a loyal boy, but he doesn’t understand, he’s more there for emotional support and cuddles

Okuyasu

You’ll have to guide him through the process a bit, but he’ll understand it once you explain what you need to him, he’ll be joking around and being an overall sweetheart as always so he can keep a smile on your face

Koichi

Living with his mom and his sister he knows a thing or two and is going to be able to help you through it effectively, along with just being there to make you laugh and make sure you stay happy, he’ll bring over all of the volumes of Pink Dark Boy he has and you two will geek out over it, although that isn’t unusual, since you may not be in the mood to talk Koichi will spend more time talking and point out his favorite panels and parts of the books, along with any little subtleties he’s been able to catch because he sometimes observes Rohan working

Kira

Istg this man finds it appalling when you ask him to /buy/ you pads, not because you asked him to get you some, but because they aren’t just provided for free, he will literally rage about it and will only stop once he sees it’s upsetting you or riling you up. He goes and gets your products then comes back and provides you with affection and snuggles, though he won’t be up and out of his way to do anything for you unless you /really/ need it, like /badly/

Mikitaka

Ever since you saw him eat a pack of tissues you don’t really ask him to buy you products, for fear he’ll buy himself some and just walk down the street eating them, but he does come over and has turned into a hot pack/cooling pack for you before 

Rohan

He’s really sweet and tries his best to take time away from work to be with you, he’ll do anything you need and dotes on you like you’re a child, you’re doing nothing for yourself, not even turning a page if he can help it

[papirlife]

So I used one of those prompt generators for my courier and Lettow and the results are something special

I feel like this is DEFINITELY something Lettow might do, deep into a relationship, because that’s his main form of communication. It could also be a good way for him to mess with the courier.

Just think he gives them this thick file of documents and at the end of it is this long-winded letter in Polish or French marked confidential, and for their eyes only so the courier has to spend a whole night deciphering it and once they’re done and read it over they realize that it’s just sappy poetry.

Having a weird, outdated hobby also seems like a viable headcanon, I mean we already know the prince is big on nostalgia so I can definitely see him doing something like that.

The victorians had a lot of strange hobbies, collecting curiosities being one of the most popular. They’d have ‘curiosity cabinets’ that had everything from gemstones, to shells and odd plants and rocks, to shrunken heads or bones. And we’ve already seen that Lettow is a huge collector so it might not be too much of a stretch to think he’s got a curiosity cabinet of his own stashed away in his office.

Diatom arranging might also be another option, Lettow really strikes me as a nature lover so I can see him doing this, as well as scrapbooking with plants and flowers, just something easy and relaxing, being a prince can be exhausting after all.

Okay I’ll admit, this one strikes me as more of something Julian would do (he ABSOLUTELY owns a pair of cat ear headphones, you can’t lie to me) but at the same time, just picturing Lettow doing this for the courier’s amusement is hilarious to me, because you’ve got this giant ass elder vampire who can shapeshift and rip people in half, wearing a pair of fluffy white cat ears just to amuse and entertain his partner.

Like can you imagine the courier getting him to wear them for a whole night, so he’s just walking around with these things on his head while everyone at the Elysium is wondering if he’s finally lost it or if they’ve just gone mad. The best part would be if he didn’t even acknowledge the confusion and just went on like everything was normal.

If someone draws me Lettow wearing cat ears, I will love you forever.

Okay this is also really fitting because Hale used to be a former uni student majoring in computer science before Caul snatched them up, but they’re still pretty tech savvy whereas Lettow...is not lol what with the whole ‘his mind doesn’t stretch pass the radar age’ thing.

So I can absolutely see him bugging the courier and just straight up using them as a pillow when they’re working on the computer but he wants attention.

Okay another funny one which I can personally relate to because yes hello social anxiety my old friend. I prefer texting too and hate talking on the phone unless it’s with a friend or something, and even then It’s rare.

But Lettow being the old sap he is would absolutely just wanna talk over the phone all the time and he’d call Hale for something as mundane as asking if they started reading the book he lent them and they’d be like “you literally could have just texted me, why’d you call??”

Lettow is old and refuses to touch any semblance of modern technology is why.

I can also see him having Riga act like a courier pigeon, delivering Lettow’s personal letters to the courier when they’re away on a job, and they’re these heavily embossed and beautifully written things that make you think they belong in a museum because Lettow is just THAT extra, and they’re sometimes written in French or Polish so that it’s kinda like a puzzle for Hale to figure out when/or if they’re bored.

I’d also like to think that Lettow would teach a romanced courier French and Polish if they asked him too. We love wholesome and educational bonding activities in this house thank you very much.

I’d also like to think that he never really expects them to write him back, but then Riga comes to him with a letter and it’s from Hale, and they’ve put in all the effort he usually goes through (even if it’s pretty normal for him at this point) going as far as to actually handwrite the letter in neat cursive and even seal it with wax and this pretty stamp. He’s absolutely over the moon about it and can’t help but smile for the rest of the night.

Okay this is funny in a Lettow/Courier relationship but utterly hilarious in a Lettow/Aila situation because you can’t tell me that it hasn’t happened at some point with either of them what with Lettow constantly going on about how old he is, or about how his bones are creaking or whatever. With Aila, you’d just have her staring him dead in the eye and thinking I am 800 years old and this fucker has the audacity to start having a crisis over a single grey hair???The fuck?

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I want to hear your unique headcanons for an actual vampire Eggman! Let's make both our dreams come true bro *eyes* like how would he get his victims? Does he drink too much blood or go overboard like he does when eating in Canon? What vampire power would he use most?

I love actual vampire Eggman concepts! I've always had an AU for it, so I'm delighted to share some of my ideas. :D

He can only be found in the darkest, most spooky of places to perfectly match with his element. Some of the most notable being Hang Castle, Mystic Mansion, and Cryptic Castle. Sometimes he wishes he could expand his horizons and go to places where there are more people for the sake of hunting, but he can't stray too far from the darkest, most hidden away places. He at least enjoys the peace and quiet of getting to roam around on his own in them, as he only wants company if it's to get a bite.

His preferred way of catching his prey is by being sneaky! He gets the most thrill and entertainment out creeping up on them and their reaction when he catches them. He enjoys having the power to strike fear into their hearts by trying the most sudden and frightening approaches possible- it gets their blood pumping and ready for him to drink! So he often lurks in the shadows and when someone dares to visit the spooky area he’s at, he’ll soon be on their trail and will try his best to go mostly unnoticed.

He's big and intimidating as usual and certainly knows how to use it to his advantage when he’s out in the open. But he can also be quite clumsy, stumbling around and messing it up when he’s trying to silently follow his prey. It makes his preferred way of catching a little more challenging but it can be part of the fun. And even if he is spotted, they’re still screwed either way because he’ll be outright with his attacks if he must. His impressive amount of strength remains as a vampire and most don’t stand a chance against it.

Everyone is very afraid of his huge fangs and the way his bites are the most dangerous of all vampire bites. They’re so sharp and rough that he can easily draw lots more blood out of a wound than expected, and it’s often merely by accident due to his eagerness. That’s a big problem for the victim but a pleasant surpise for him! He finds it a real treat and laps it all up happily. He almost always drinks more than the amount one might consider suitable for a vampire’s feeding but he's never followed the rules!

Many assume that he pulls in victims frequently and is very successful due to how plump he is. XD But the places he stays don’t get visitors as much as he’d like so it’s not how often he gets them, it’s how he tends to go overboard with it. He makes the most out of every catch by drinking as much as he can and he doesn’t need to feed again for a good while after, which is well worth the effort! He also has the habit of drinking too fast so he gets hiccups and doesn’t seem so scary for a few minutes nshfjsfjsfg

He can turn into a bat, a cute round one lol. He doesn’t change often because it drains his energy but it can help him get around a bit more quietly when necessary and he likes to use it for a lot of cruel trickery. One example of this is by flying up from behind someone, then suddenly changing back to frighten them. People find it terrifying every time and he’s very amused. When they practically leap into the air with fright, it's the perfect chance for him to catch them off guard and grab them!

He's light sensitive to both artificial sources and natural sunlight, so he prefers to remain in the shadows and pitch blackness. Some mild exposure isn't severely damaging, but he prefers to avoid it entirely for the comfort of his eyes and skin. Trouble is, he still can’t see any better in the dark as a vampire, which is even more of a problem with all the dark places he hangs around in. Luckily, part of his vampire abilities is that he has an increased sense of smell and hearing, which helps him get around.

He has memorized smells of every area he roams to identify them and notices even the smallest sounds. It helps in tracking victims much more precisely, with an impressive range. He's hypersensitive to some noises and smells, especially blood because he'll eagerly pursue and locate them in no time so he can get a taste! This is the most used of his abilities as he uses it naturally all the time. And it's the most useful of all as it helps him move around in general and stay alert while hunting.

He can vanish behind his cloak and appear to teleport but he's really turning invisible. He can only do it briefly for short seconds at a time though, so he can’t use it to stay hidden, otherwise creeping would be much easier! But he can at least use it as a distraction tactic that confuses his targets. He likes to play games and mess with them by popping up in different places to make them struggle to keep up. And when they're confused and have lost sight of him, he can strike when they’re most vulnerable.

His strength remains prominent as a vampire but he hasn't quite explored the true extent it can go. He finds it very useful for hunting though, as he has yet to fail a catch as they're no match. Once he latches onto his victims, there's a very little chance of them escaping. And they're fools to think they can run once they spot him, because he also still has his surprising amount of speed. Being chased down a hallway is a nightmare for them because he’s so unbelievably fast! XD