#fairy x vampire

[stardust948]

Fairies normally don't cross over to the Dark Waters Vampire domain unless they have a good reason.

Zuko has several (All pertaining to the Vampire Princess herself)

[fae-nightray]

Nyx

War had been brewing between the Fae and Vampires for many years. They were at a point where all it would take is one small inconvenience. One animal dead on another's land, one human given refuge. So a meeting was placed in neutral land, the high council of vampires and the three kings of the fae. They met and discussed long into the night; some arguments were had, but nothing they couldn’t come back from. Finally an agreement was found to try and attempt to unite the two different races. There would be three arranged marriages from a fae king's child to that of a well respected family in the vampire clans.

That is how, through many tears and kisses goodbye, Lilliana found herself standing outside the large manor of Cain Acheron. She was the only daughter of a fae king, fair skin silvery eyes and silver white hair like her father, so she was the only one forced to leave her land. The two sons instead welcomed two well respected vampiric daughters into their homes. Standing outside the gloomy place she could feel the death and decay all around her, she hated it. “For peace.” She breathed softly to herself, stepping up and knocking on the door. When she received no reply she went to try again, this time the door swinging open. “Hello?” She called out, stepping inside, only for the door to close shut behind her. She jumped, holding her sack from home close to her chest.

“Ah, so the little fairy is here already.” Lilliana looked towards the voice, seeing a tall imposing man at the top of the stairs. He was dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants, and then a thick night robe. He began walking down the stairs, short, thick black hair and eyes shimmering red as he looked her up and down. “You’d think they would’ve had more courtesy to send you at sunset.” Once down the stairs he began to circle her, watching as the fae girl clutched her sack tighter. Finally he stopped in front of her, bowing and offering his hand. “Cain Acheron, milady.”

Carefully, she placed her hand in his, curtsying low. “Lillian Everglade.” She responded softly.

He kissed the top of her hand before straightening up. He didn’t let go and instead began to lead her over to the next room. “Let us talk somewhere more comfortable.” He brought her into what Lillian assumed was the parlor, a fire going in the fireplace at the center of the room. He brought her over to the sofa, sitting down and bringing her to sit down close to him. “So tell me, little one. What are you hoping to get ou of this relationship, hmm?”

Lillian could feel herself growing warm, tucked so close beside the man she’d just met. “I don’t know.” She murmured quietly. She looked down to where he still held her hand in his. “I just want what my father does, peace.”

“How would you categorize fae relationships?”

“Fickle.” She responded almost instantly. “Two might be married and care for each other deeply, but they wander.”

Cain raised an eyebrow at this. “You yourself don’t seem very fickle.”

Lilliana looked up towards him, shaking her head. “My particular clan is a little different from the others.”

“Is that why I can’t see your wings?”

“O-oh, that.” She looked away in embarrassment. “Yes, they either come out when we want them to, or if there’s a lot of emotion. It’s something very private for us.”

“I look forward to seeing them then.” Cain grinned, bringing her hand up to kiss it again.

“What about you, what are vampire relationships like?” Lilliana asked, trying to change the subject.

“For the men, fiercely loyal. When we find a life partner, we stay loyal to them and oftentimes never find another one if that first partner dies. Women vampires, you have to earn their respect, otherwise they can often be quite malicious.”

“O-oh, how will the other arranged marriages work then if that is the case?”

Cain used his free hand to pet the girl's hair lightly. “Do not worry, little one. They are ladies who have been on this earth for a long time. They understand the situation and wouldn’t do anything rash to jeopardize the relations. If those princes do choose to be fickle though, they’ll be given hell for sure.”

“I see.” Lilliana nodded, before her head fell into the other's shoulder. “May I speak honestly with you?”

“You may.”

“I don’t like the atmosphere here. It reeks of death and is very different from what I am used to. Is there a way to fix that?”

Cain hummed in thought, letting go of her hand so he could wrap his arm around Lilliana’s shoulder. “There will always be some stench of death because I myself am the living dead. I believe we can fix that problem for the most part, but I will broach you on that subject later. If you wanted to try and cheer things up though, you are free to try and work the garden and all that. You may need to find a way to bless the ground though.”

“It won’t hurt you if I do?”

“A little bit of blessing never killed anybody, and I can tolerate a plot of blessed land for you.”

“Thank you.” She breathed, turning to hug him. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, little one.” Cain rubbed her back gently, smiling down at the fae girl.

[britany1997]

Man of Your Midsummer Night’s Dream

Part two

I’ve loved seeing y’all’s reactions to this and I’m so excited to share this short little follow up with y’all:) let me know if you like it!

Dwayne x GN Fae Reader

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Your hand slowly reached for a pair of shiny, beaded earrings.

You’d been scopeing out this jewelry stand for the past thirty minutes. And finally, when the seller was tied up trying to coax an unsuspecting tourist into buying an exorbitantly expensive necklace, you saw your time to strike.

Your eyes flitted back and forth between the earrings and the seller, careful not to be caught.

You knew you could glamour her if you wanted, you just loved the rush.

You smiled as your hand brushed over the earrings, seconds from taking them for your own.

“What are you doing?”

You jumped back, recoiling from the jewelry as if it had burned you.

Your flushed face met Dwayne’s amused smile.

“Nothing now,” you pouted.

He huffed a laugh, slipping his arm around your waist.

You whirled away from his grasp, embarrassed to have been caught. “What’s the deal anyway?” you frowned, “you guys steal stuff all the time.”

As the words fell from your lips, Paul and Marko ran from the comic book store, arms full of comics. You gestured at the pair as they laughed manically, books spilling from their arms and littering the ground.

Dwayne snorted at the sight, then turned to smile at you.

“Nothing wrong with a little stealin,” he agreed, “but no partner of mine is gonna take their own stuff.”

Your jaw dropped as he placed the earrings you’d been eyeing into your palm and closed your fingers around them.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your pointed ear, “you’re a real talented thief babe,” he brushed a lock of hair to rest behind your ear, “but let me take care of you ok?”

Your face flushed bright red.

He chuckled, leading you away from the stand and towards the dock. Once you were resting on the railing, Dwayne reached for your hand.

“Let me put em on for you,” he offered, smirking softly.

You nodded, your lips pulling up into a flustered grin.

Dwayne slipped the earrings on for you, “there, perfect.” He winked, causing you to melt into a giggling mess.

The sweet moment didn’t last long as Marko and Paul bounded up with their haul from the night.

“Whatcha up to guys?” Paul asked, mouth full of funnel cake as he spoke. You snorted at the sight.

Dwayne rolled his eyes, his arm resting on your shoulder. “Nothing now,” he muttered under his breath. You smirked and leaned your head into the crook of his neck.

Marko smiled sheepishly as Paul murmured an insincere apology.

You squeezed Dwayne’s arm as he sighed.

“Ahem.”

The boys whirled around at the sound of David clearing his throat.

He tapped his watch, raising an eyebrow, “almost sunrise boys.”

Dwayne turned to you, “wanna ride with me?”

You beamed, “yes please,” you preferred riding to flying these days, you’d use any excuse to be snuggled close to your favorite vampire.

“Wanna sit in back or ride in my pocket?” He asked.

You thought for a moment, but the answer was obvious. You loved listening to the steady beat of Dwayne’s heart when you were nestled in his front, jacket pocket. He made you feel safe, even when you were as tiny as a dragon fly.

You shrank down, flitting up to press a kiss to his stubbly cheek, then sliding into his jacket.

“You’re so cute like this baby, I love keeping you close to me,” he whispered as he nuzzled your cheek with his pinky.

Your wings fluttered in delight. You loved it too, more than anything.

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[grimesgirll]

“nah, baby, i’m not gonna be able to stop when i start.”

“let’s share then!”

“blood?”

you nod eagerly and daryl shakes his head again, muttering a no, baby, it’s not a good idea but your hand is on his bicep, bare neck front and center, and you feel him twitch in his pants beneath you. letting out a naughty giggle, you grind further onto your beloved vampire. “c’mon,” you coo. “you know you wanna.”

“you know i do, girl,” daryl breathes against your shoulder when you lean down to begin kissing his own, trailing up to his neck. he shudders with you on atop him. “baby,” he protests as you place hot, open mouthed kisses all over his pale skin.

"then why don't you let me taste you and i'll let you taste me?"

you propose that as if daryl hadn't seen the fucking face of god last time he'd tasted you.

"drinking from your kind is dangerous." he tells you immediately, even scooching back as if to not be so close to your irresistible smelling neck.

"but i trust you!" you insist and wrap your arms around him to pull the cold blooded man close to your chest. "why don't you trust me on this?"

"because i love you too much for you to let me drain you in the fucking bed."

a huff escapes you. "dare',"

"don't start that."

"but you'll be able to control yourself. i know it," you promise and press a kiss to his cheek, then his lips, reveling in how he softened into you. you only withdraw your lips to assure him, "let's just do it. i wanna taste you, dare'." your lips twinge into a crooked grin once daryl slides off slightly to reach off the side of the bed.

a flash of silver from the nightstand and daryl’s raising a freshly incised wrist to your lips.

for me? you mouth before parting your lips to let the thick liquid fall between them.

you haven’t had much vampire blood before. only once before in a dire emergency had daryl offered you his wrist. it feels special - like he’s yielding something sacred when it coats your tongue and you swallow what john hopkins' leading biologists had deemed the ultimate life blood.

daryl drops his wrist after you down a mouthful and is suddenly transfixed by how rapidly black, vivid dilation consumes your once bright eyes. only a thin ring of color remains on the edge of your iris. wooziness sets in and daryl's rushing to curl you into his side and recline you on the satin pillows of your shared bed. he can't help but swell in his pants at the spectacle he's made of you lolling your tongue out just a little to catch the dribble down your lips.

“now it’s your turn.”

“girl i said-,”

“-i know what you said!” you exclaim. daryl’s darkened eyes widen at your outburst. you sweep a tress of hair behind your head and roll your eyes. “i’m gonna be fine. please, dare’!” you pout. “i know you can just take a little. try it!”

“but what if-,”

“-you won’t.”

now you're nearly on top of your undead lover again - hands planted on his uncut forearm to urge him. "dare', it's only fair."

"it's not fair to drain you, baby," your auburn haired boyfriend counters. "you know how vamps get about fairy blood."

"just try it," and despite his speed, he almost misses the knife you're about to clean off. "hey!" you protest once he tosses it across trhe room.

"fine, just let me," daryl gives in.

you beam with delight. your lips find his again and envelope them, slipping your tongue inside as you bring his strong, calloused hand to your collarbone and slant into the welcoming bed. the hesitation you sense, you try to assuage with a thoughtful hand on his chest, twisting to touch his torso and draw him against you.

the sound of daryl's robust fangs coming forth has you already dripping. you squirm against his weight, already tilting your hips beneath him and his dick isn't even out.

"you ready, baby?"

a gentle hand comes to your chin, and daryl's wondering if it's even fair to ask you this in this rapturous state. to no one's surprise, you're nodding and begging for him to "just fucking bite" you already.

without further ado, daryl dips his fanged bite to the delicate skin of your neck. those sharp, penetrating teeth don't even factor into your experience. you're waiting for pain - daryl told you it sometimes hurt.

devoid of it or delayed, the pain never comes. just pleasure.

"ah, fuck!" you croon lustily. echoing your expletive with another moan. you feel daryl stop, not sucking or puncturing further. you whine and hook your leg under and around his. "don't stop," you demand raggedly.

so he doesn't. daryl drops his incisors fully into your neck, murmuring something through a blood filled mouth into your neck.

"fuck, dare'," you rasp.

the tugging through your neck, through your veins is only a dull, thrilling ache with daryl’s blood in your system. he may as well just be kissing your neck - delivering the ultimate hickey. whatever pain the bite victims on the news went on about when the anti-VRA people clearly did not present while infused with vampire blood.

it's not long before your boy is coming up for air.

blood dripping from his mouth, he's never looked more handsome.

you immediately pull him in for a sloppy kiss, not caring for the irony taste of you on his tongue or wondering why he's not insisting that he wipe off before he kisses you. no, daryl's arching into the kiss and returning your bump and grind with his own hips. you giggle into his mouth. daryl's high on fairy blood. your favorite.

ferocity takes over your formerly - somewhat - tame creature of the night. inhabitations dead and buried, daryl's not hesitating this time to get his lips on your neck - or to hike down your skirt. your legs kick desperately as you wiggle your brown skirt past your ass and suddenly your legs are in the air. held by one hand, your knees crunch above your chest and your panties are thrown to the floor. nose sharply inhaling as if he could siphon every delicious scent, every delectable drop of you from his nose through your clit.

"mhmm," you coo needily. "daryl!"

a tongue laves its way around your clit from side to side, then up and down as if blood drunk daryl couldn't decide. those unwavering hands keep your thighs propped up regardless. you buck and thrash but with daryl's hands on you, you remain still and twitch into his touch. your musk still dancing on his tongue and on the tip of every one of his senses just as he digs his fingers into your thighs. that seemingly supernatural tongue flicks around your clit and teases your core.

a buildup is on the brink of collapse before you even know it. there's no warning sign except for an involuntarily husk and the slick suddenly complimenting and wetting his pretty, pleasure driving lips already coated in your whimsical blood. the same fairy blood that he's going to his head. he can't tell if he's pussy drunk or overdosing on your sweetness.

and you can't tell the difference between time and space. both entities flicker on the edge of your peripherals as a blinding, body curling rush crashes through you. lightning can't compare. no tongue in the world could have you coming undone this way. if you two weren't so wrapped up in each other and the potency of your blood, you may be embarrassed but there's no room to be embarrassed with a vampire between your legs. a creature who loves nothing more than to build you up even past the point of breaking. he can't help but grow louder and even more aggressive in his tongue led campaign against your sensitive, fleshy core. you tighten and untighten, coil and burst until you're convulsing and coming onto daryl.

there's no chance to catch your breath as the wild weapon weaves even more neediness into you with the sweetness he's stealing from between your thighs. the campaign proceeds north, detailing a messy, hot, purple trail from your lower lips along your torso, your tits and to the lips quivering, still trying to trap breath in any way possible.

you're indulging in your own sweet, slick musk from daryl's lips and encircling your arms around him for anchorage once more. your hips on top of each other propels daryl in motion to yank his pants down. between you, his boxers are sliding down and he's knocking them off the bed.

an animalistic growl erupts from him just at the sensation of your slick pussy beneath his girthy cock. dick in hand, daryl is lining up with your slip n' slide of an entrance. suddenly you're pleading. puffing out pleases all while daryl sucks up the divine array in front of him.

head buried into your chest, it's easier to combat the chaos your blood has swirling around in your head. its heat inducing and dastardly just how hot you are like this. punctures on your neck healing, tits bouncing with every bated breath, voice dripping like honey. the vampire presses fangless kisses against your skin when he finally pushes his hips forward.

"fuck!" is your exclamation of choice.

"so fuckin' good," daryl husks into your chest.

an inch or two at a time is how daryl takes you. a tit cupped in one hand and yours in the other, daryl is sure to grate against your clit as he eases in. each labored moan eggs him to go further. the vulgar syllables you're uttering only urge daryl. eventually he's eating up every fuck, shit, and jesus christ with a crushing kiss.

hot and heavy, you two rapture yourselves into the most sinfully delightful rhythm. the drag of his cock against you feels like the finest massage. the edges of your vision are already spotty, so you just coax daryl closer and clench down on his cock.

"fuck," you two rasp in unison.

"c'mon, dare'," you're already croaking. "i'm already close."

daryl doesn't need to look up from licking the fervid skin of your breasts to know your lips are swollen, eyes blinking back tears, and dumbstruck. but when he finally tilts his head up, it makes all the difference. then he's diving to meet your lips.

those thigh muscles work into you without pause. thumping and smacking the wall, the bed feels like a faraway universe compared to the world outside.

your muscles tighten around him to remind that you are so close. so close that a finger against your clit has you squealing. daryl only subjects you to the dual motions long enough to feel the tension in your core crumble and crush his cock. he doesn't need every sense heightened by fairy blood to fill you up faster than he'd like. now though, with no resolve or reason he can summon to stop, he's on the edge of euphoria.

daryl immersed in you has you riding the same high. teary eyes long to capture the sight of him so relaxed. removed from any drama or stress, you wish you two could roll around like this every day. to thrust your face towards his and feel his stubble, to kiss hungrily, and feel his lips on yours as he finishes.

spurting into you like no tomorrow, daryl drives his hot seed into you. the hips that have you pinned to the sheets show no sign of stopping. in and out, in and out. the motion repeats itself as daryl rams every last bit of himself into you and you snap and shriek.

tremors trickle through you until they're turning to thunder crackles around daryl's cock. the sounds spilling from you two soundtrack your thoroughgoing, salacious release. "holy fuck, you feel good inside of me," you're cawing into his ear as you canter closer to coming down.

blissed out on the bed, the two of you don’t know where one of you begins and the other ends. tangled together is the only state you can comprehend. a whimper runs through you once daryl gently tugs his cock from your messy pussy. the cool air coasting up and down your folds startled you, not as much as the finger gathering up your slick - which daryl licks clean.

“fuck, and how many hours to dawn?” you ask, sitting up on lazy elbows.

“long enough for you to get some sleep.”

you huff. even through teary, lusty eyes you’re

“you gotta sleep off the v, girl.”

“it’s not v.” you argue instantly. you curl up to daryl’s side and drop your chin onto his shoulder. “it’s you. i don’t wanna sleep you off.”

“well you’re gonna be bouncin’ off the walls if you don’t,” and when your fingers start sliding down your lover’s torso, he takes the time to wrestle you into the soft mattress. instantly, his mouth is attached to your already healing wound - courtesy of the v, his blood.

pinned beneath daryl, you could go to sleep. fade into the mattress or the feeling of pure joy consuming you. but then you hook a leg around his and when your eyes meet, his are blacked out. or you could go for round two?

[thegirloffans]

Playfully/ fondly hating a character for shits and giggles is always so much fun...until an ACTUAL hater comes along and now I gotta stop you in your tracks cause uh, no no *wags finger* we are NOT the same

[atlas-nsfw]

Monster Ark

The Ark is a ship on a 1000 year voyage to take the survivors of a dying fantasy world to a new home. They live in a massive biosphere without knowing it. The ship is controlled by The Captain. A radiation leak caused massive fertility decline in the specimens so The Captain has been kidnapping humans to be used to encourage copulation among the specimens. The humans have womb tattoos that act as tags to keep track of individual humans. The womb tattoos also send vitals back to The Captain so they can track the progress of the mission. Furthermore, the tattoos have color cycles to indicate fertility on those with wombs, glowing pink when ovulation is occurring.

The humans brought to the Ark and the creatures living in the Ark have no idea this is a ship. Many of the sapient monsters think the gods have given them humans to be able to reproduce. The world is functionally a fantasy world.

Monsters fall into three distinct categories: Sapients, Semi-Sapients, and Non-Sapients. Sapient species have cultures, complex language, and larger society structures with hierarchies. Semi-Sapient species have small family pack units, very limit tool use, rudimentary language use, no formal chosen hierarchies. Non-sapient species have no indication of higher intelligence or formalized socialization and only function on instinct.

Below the cut is a list of the creatures so far and their pregnancy details. Will also be linking them to lore posts for the creatures as I make lore for them! Some of these rankings and classifications will probably change. Had a close friend help me a lot with the world building ^^

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The below links take you to information posts that include master lists.

Sapient:

Orcs : livebirth 9 m gestation

Minotaur : livebirth 9 m gestation

Lamia/Naga (may have cultural differences) : egg laying 5 m gestation

fae : flowering 7-12 w gestation

vampire : livebirth 9 m gestation

witches : livebirth 6 m gestation

demons: livebirth 5 m gestation

Semi-Sapient:

gnoll : livebirth 3-4 m gestation

harpies : egg laying2 m gestation

Yokai : (varies greatly) gestation

pixies : flowering 7-12 w gestation

ghosts : goop 1 hr gestation

centaur : livebirth 1 yr gestation

merfolk : varies but many egg laying 1 w gestation

dryads : flowering 7-12 w gestation

werebeast : livebirth varies gestation

cyclops : livebirth 1 yr gestation

satyr : livebirth 5 m gestation

angel: livebirth varies gestation

sphynx : livebirth 3.5 m gestation

succubi : egg laying gestation

goblins : livebirth 2 m gestation

shifter : livebirth 2.5 m gestation

Non-Sapient:

Slime : goop 1 hr gestation

tentacles : egg laying 1 w gestation

chimera : livebirth 3.5 m gestation

hellhound : livebirth ve 3 m gestation

insect : parasite 1 m gestation

parasite : parasite 9 m gestation

unicorn: livebirth 1 yr gestation

jackalope : livebirth 1.5 m gestation

fungi : goop 1 hr gestation

dragon : egg laying 1 yr (3 m to lay)  gestation

mimic : egg laying 1 w gestation

rat beast? : livebirth 1 m gestation

kraken : egg laying 1 m gestation

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[thecatastrophic]

GRUVIA WEEK 2024 DAY 3: Luminous ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 🦇.ᐟ

@gruviaweek

“In which a faerie Gray provides life, and an original vampire Juvia stenches of death. Born as fated lovers, in a world of their respective clans viewing each other as enemies, could their love even burn luminously?”

[shokoxbunny]

(image source: my sister sent this to me idk)

This could be us but I would never actually approach you due to social anxiety.

[rosejigglypuff76]

My Favorite Cookie Run Ships 🪴🍫

[bluessom1]

Vampire Freed x Hunter Laxus

Inspired by the fanfiction « Meetings in the night » (AO3) by @jemmahazelnut

Vampire Freed is definitely a good thing, I really loved this fic !

(Also, Mirajane and Minerva would be perfect as vampire queens :3)

[fae-nightray]

Ending Nyx / Hemera

“Why do I feel so relaxed around you?” She mumbled out, eyes starting to slip closed. “Is that normal?”

“Other creatures are naturally drawn to vampires and will oftentimes feel relaxed or attracted to us. It’s part of how we draw in our prey. In this instance though, I think you are simply tired from your journey. You should sleep little one, we will discuss things further after you’ve rested.”

“Oh, okay.” Lilliana then fully allowed herself to succumb to the growing exhaustion, falling asleep in the other's arms.

Cain picked the fairy up, setting her sack genty down on the sofa. He then carried her up to his bedroom and laid her gently down on top of the bedcovers. As he watched her sleeping peacefully, he couldn’t help but send a private hopeful wish to the heavens, that things would go well in the fairy kingdom.

…

A few hours earlier had found Cain sitting tiredly in the chair in his parlor while the two vampire brides-to-be sat on the sofa. “So why are you here?” Cain yawned, looking towards his thick curtains where he knew the sun was almost high in the sky.

The vampire ladies looked towards one another, the first spoke, a tall lady with thick black hair. She was tall, and fair with blood red lips which a second ago had been pursed in perplexity. Both ladies wore a high necked dress with long sleeves . “We wanted to know what to expect. You’re the one that has the most fairy relations in the past century or so. We wanted your input so we wouldn’t be going into this blind.”

Cain sighed, head falling back into his chair. “Selena, was it? I would just say, don’t expect a great big, jovial welcome. They’ve already shown little to no regard for us by sending you during the day, knowing you could easily be hurt.” He sat up straighter, looking closely to the other lady. “Why did the Myers family send you, little one? You look as though you should still be following your sire around.”

The young vampire lady clasped tightly at her dress, looking up to him. Titian blonde bangs framed her blue eyes that had begun to brim with tears; Selena sliding over to rub gently at her back. “My name is Adella. I am still a fledgeling, but most of the Myers clan was killed in a purge a few years ago along with my sire. So they had to send me.”

“That must have been hard on you. I am sorry for your loss.” Cain sighed before standing up so he could stoke the fire. “I will give you one last nugget of advice for the road.”

“What would that be?” Selena asked.

“When you need to feed, make sure it is on your partner. We do not want to give anybody on either side any ammunition against us. I am going to form a blood pact with mine, that is the closest thing we would be able to get, to a true vampiric marriage.”

“Isn’t it dangerous though?” Adella spoke up, wiping away her remaining tears. “It’s dangerous to only feed on one person, it would put too much strain on them.”

Cain turned around to walk over and give her a soft pat on the head. “If it was a human, yes, there would be too much strain. However, our partners are true close-to-immortal beings. Their very essence breathes life. Once you have a taste for your partner, I promise you won’t ever want to feed on anything else.”

…

Adella sat anxiously across from her soon-to-be husband. They sat inside a side room attached to their bedroom, the curtains being drawn closed. Some sunlight still managed to fall in between the cracks, the curtains clearly not being designed in the same manner as vampires would need. “I-” Before she could finish her sentence she was cut off.

The fairy prince had dark hair, some flecks of auburn showing through when the sunlight hit it just right. His eyes were a dark blue, and held a very much unwelcoming glint to them. “I am not interested in pleasantries with you. I’m sure we are both on the same page of not wanting this, so I would appreciate it if we could both be candid about it.” He looked away from her, hand fisting in apparent frustration. “I had at least hoped I would get a wife with whom I could discuss things with. You are far too young.”

“I was the only one they could send.” Adella spoke softly, trying not to let agitation leak into her tone.

“I’m sure.” He muttered before taking a breath. Finally, he looked back towards her, standing up to give a curt bow. “I am Prince Adrian of Moonglade.”

Adella scrambled up, tripping as she stood too quickly. Before she could fall into the clear shine of a sunbeam he caught her, pulling her away and more into the shadows of the room. She looked up towards him as she felt the strength in his arms, fangs aching after her long journey. “I-I am Adella.”

[d3m0l1t10n-lvrs]

Fluttery Feelings is on Wattpad now! Read it there for the most updated version, as I'm making huge renovations to the book, and will post on AO3 once it's finished!

Please remember that this book is getting heavy renovations, so things may be out of place or paced weirdly! I'm currently adding chapters, adding TO chapters, changing around events, and more!

[peoplesgraves]

Yandere Monster Harem Masterlist

Intro/Prolouge

Meet The Characters

Ayla The Werewolf

Des The Vampire

Sera The Zombie

Darya The Mermaid

Nia The Fairy

Jake The Ghost

Ayan The Siren

Lune The Witch

Sirius The Alien

Clio The Monster Hunter

Xyla The Robot

Mara The Demon

Ur The Angel

Feel free to send requests for any character/s with a ‘meet the characters’ link!

[imnothereokuwu]

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Alternatively; The Witch, The Vampire, and The Were-cat son of said Vampire.

Hiya, this post is about... 6 weeks late LMFAO 💀. Tsk tsk sorry bout that!

[gogoani]

Powerful Anime Couples

[ladywatereton]

October 1st: Spooky Season!

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🎥 Labyrinth (1986), Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992), The Addams Family Values (1993), The Phantom of the Opera (2004), Van Helsing (2004), Cinderella (2015), Crimson Peak (2015).

📺 The Vampire Diaries (2009-17), Dracula (2013).

🎶 Balder, Christian Reindl & Lucie Paradis.

📹 Lester Van Der Bel (YouTube), Sbrenn (YouTube), MovieClips (YouTube), The Phantom of the Opera (YouTube), Movie Thread (YouTube), Fear: The Home of Horror (YouTube), Sora4277 (YouTube), DelenaFcs (YouTube), Screen Bites (YouTube).