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writer-ishh · 7 months ago

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My Dungeon Meshi Modern AU Thoughts Instead of Writing My Economics Research Paper lmao

Ughhhh,,,, okay have been thinking about them all day and if one person manages to make it through the void and hear me out and talk about them with me then I’ll be happy lol.

WARNING: this is stupidly long, like I spent an absurd time writing every single little detail down. With that being said here we go:

cw//mentions and minor graphic descriptions of death, bullying, discrimination, injury, abuse, trauma, mental health issues, and abandonment

• Laios

- currently 26 and living with his sister Falin

- studying zoology part-time at the local college

- mostly does night classes since he works 1-2 jobs during the day to help pay for his and Falin’s tuition and apartment

- he and Fallin took their dog Muimui when they moved out, they also feed the local stray cats

- lived on a farm with his sister and parents when he was a kid, and is where his love of animals comes from

- however did not have the best of childhoods, as he was a frequent target for bullying due to having undiagnosed autism, and his father was very much a “nothing is wrong with you, toughen up the world isn’t going to coddle you” kind of person

- this was further cemented when he cried going hunting with his dad for the first time and refused to eat any of the deer or rabbit they had caught

- his mom had her own mental health problems that she was never diagnosed for, so often she fell into the same mindset as her husband when it came to Laios’ and Fallin’s behaviour, only she was more erratic due to her fear of one or both of her kids becoming like her

- never forgave his father after he sent Fallin off to a private middle/high school far away from their home, little did he know it was because the severe bullying Fallin was receiving was too much for her, and he wanted to send her away before she got hurt or worse

- nearly tried to run away at 16, however was caught by the police almost immediately and returned home

- completed his high school diploma and took off with Muimui without even saying goodbye to his parents, Fallin nearly joined him in the city but since she was still under guardianship of her parents, she couldn’t leave until she became an adult

- once graduated, she reunited with Laios in his apartment where they now live

- works nearly full-time at Senshi’s restaurant and works part-time as a janitor at their local zoo (he wants to be close to the animals lol)

- very busy but he makes it work, Marcille and Kabru have no idea how he does it without any meds or caffeine

- either has a worn out picture of him and Falin with their old dogs, or has a hand-made drawing of his theoretical strongest monster in his pocket that he looks at whenever he needs inspiration

- both him and Falin live wayyy out of the city center since rent is fucking abysmal downtown

- insists on taking the bus or walking everywhere since taxis and buying a bike costs too much, even if the commute is like 2 hours with 3 transfers

- despite this, he still has a drivers license

- the kind of guy you would expect to be eating leafy green tofu bowls from your local hipster vegan bistro, but is actually the kind of guy who eats the dubious $4 ground beef chubs and off-brand deli ham from walmart

- socks and slides with free college club t-shirts and cargo pants from the gap that come with like 50 pockets so he can carry all his stuff (the stuff mostly being dog treats and loose bird feed) bro has no drip aside from one outfit put together by Marcille

- uses the same highlighter blue and yellow adidas backpack he’s had since middle school, carries literally everything in there

- doesn’t listen to music, but if he does it’s rain/nature sounds with the $2 headphones you get from the dollarstore

- not much of a gym freak and usually just goes casually, prefers sports to working out (will have a protein shake but does not invest in creatine or other pre-workout supplements)

- either uses the same recyclable water bottle with the label torn off from a pack of 50 he got 3 years ago, or just uses one of his protein shake bottles I can’t decide

- hangs out with Marcille and Falin the most often (since Marcille constantly makes excuses to study with Falin at their apartment), sometimes gets smoothies or juice with Kabru if they run into each other

- hangs out with Senshi and Chilchuck less often, their time spent together is usually limited to having a beer after closing the restaurant or meeting together with everyone else to have dinner every couple months

- goal is to become a wildlife biologist when he graduates

- more to add if I think of it

• Fallin

- currently 23 and lives with Laios

- in her second year of studying veterinary medicine at their city’s main university

- grew up with Laios and her parents on their farm, also developed a deep love and appreciation for animals early on, but while Laios was more interested in the study of their behaviour, she was more interested in healing them

- also has undiagnosed autism like her brother, only when it came to her behaviours, she stood out a lot more and was subsequently bullied heavily for stimming, having major sensitivities to light and sound, self-isolating, talking to inanimate objects or “ghosts”, having a special interest in things like bugs or plants, and having a very specific schedule that adults had to help her with

- never really understood why adults or other children treated her differently, as she thought it was normal for everyone, however was still affected by having no friends aside from her brother during her younger years

- the bullying got so bad that kids began physically tormenting her, and since she never told Laios (who was in middle school and couldn’t always be with her), there was essentially no one to defend her

- very sadly culminates in an incident where she was intentionally locked in a graveyard overnight, and although she didn’t sustain any injuries she was fairly traumatized by the event, it was the final straw for her father to send her away to a private school at 12 years old to finish her education

- moved to a different city the next year where she stayed in dormitories, had her own room due to enrolling late

- also initially had a hard time making friends, and often cried since she couldn’t be with Laios, however no one bullied her for her autism and most often ignored her or gossiped

- had Marcille as a “buddy” to help her get acclimated to school life, however their relationship was quite awkward initially as Marcille thought she was unnerving and frankly a little stupid, however was completely shocked at Fallin’s nearly perfect grades

- school policy at that time stipulated that students had to return to the main hall for dinner at a certain time, however when Fallin doesn’t show up, Marcille has to look for her

- she finds Fallin at her secret hangout spot, similar to her dungeon in the anime, a corner with a group of trees and thick bushes that opened up into a grassy nook and a little pond, there they talk about what she does there and why she skips

- also similar to the anime, a fox (rather than a slime) catches them by surprise, but as Marcille tries to get it to run away by throwing rocks at it, Fallin stops her and explains it never comes closer than the tree line, she then points out that hurting while it’s already injured (has a slight limp) will cause it to die, allowing for the prey animals like squirrels and rabbits to eat away at most of the fauna surrounding the school, basically emphasizing the importance of all animals in an ecosystem and how it’s wrong to try and shift the ecosystem solely for our comfort or benefit (cheesy I know but it’s for the plot)

- she then offers Marcille the raspberries that grow on some of the bushes, and soon after Marcille asks if she would like to be friends

- they remain as friends in school only for another year, as Marcille graduates early and leaves Fallin behind much to her heartbreak, however does promise that she’ll visit and reunite with her soon

- by the time she graduates, she moves in with Laios and begins attending the same university as Marcille, there their friendship is reaffirmed, and they both start to develop feelings for one another

- full-time student but does work a few shifts at one of her university’s coffee shops whenever she can (tends to feel guilty about Laios helping her out with tuition on top of taking care of everything at home)

- in the honours program, and although she gets good grades her commitment is often questioned due to her habit of skipping

- reason for skipping is because she often does volunteer work at a nearby veterinary clinic

- unlike Laios, Fallin likes to bike to and from her classes

- it’s her main source of exercise, though she also does go to the gym if she has time, girl is absolutely built and is much stronger than she appears

- lives off of daily sweet treats and fried bologna sandwiches or tomato soup made by Laios

- frequently raids the raspberry bush growing outside hers and Laios’ apartment building, as well as the crabapple tree that technically belongs to the house next door but has its branches growing over the fence separating them

- also does not rely on excessive caffeine, but she does enjoy tea and coffee unlike Laios

- has a fjällräven backpack that Marcille gifted her for her birthday, mostly full of her textbooks but she does use it to carry rocks or sticks she finds interesting

- water bottle is a very dented bright pink hydro flask (also gifted to her by Marcille)

- has the jean shorts, tucked in t-shirt, and long cardigan look on lockdown, also wears hiking boots or converse, rarely is she seen in flipflops

- no make-up either, Marcille had to practically beg her to at least start using a clear lipgloss

- isn’t picky about music and usually just listens to whatever Marcille or Laios plays, sometimes she indulges in some lofi hiphop beats if she’s studying

- obviously best friends with Marcille but does not know she has a crush on Marcille, and thinks that her intense feelings of love and happiness are just normal girl friendship feelings (oh you poor thing)

- only vaguely knows of Senshi through the leftover food Laios sometimes brings home after his shifts, with Chilchuck she is more familiar since she sometimes visits him with Marcille on the weekends

- favourite thing is when her, Laios, Marcille, Izutsumi, Chilchuck, and Senshi all gather to get dinner together

- when it comes to her parents, she still maintains contact unlike Laios, though her messages tend to be generalized or cordial (not necessarily her intention it’s just she isn’t sure what to talk about in regards to her life beyond school)

- goal is to become a travelling wildlife vet

- more to add when I think of it

• Marcille

- is currently 26 and lives by herself (due to it being a modern au I’m imagining all races have the same lifespan of around 70-80 years)

- had probably the most normal upbringing and early adulthood out of all of the characters, both of her parents were very loving and attentive, always encouraging her and supporting her keen intellect through her hobbies

- however, they weren’t always around due to being very busy as government lawyers and often working late, she has very distinct memories of winning math and science awards as a child, looking out towards the crowd only to see her parents weren’t there

- was generally quite lonely during her childhood since she had no siblings or cousins to play with, a similar situation at school where most kids considered her stuck up or bossy when in reality she was just smart and was blunt about telling people when they were wrong about something

- is very close with Chilchuck, having known him and his family since she was little, although them all getting together was fairly rare, some of her fondest memories have been when they’d go on family trips together and she would get to play with Chilchuck’s daughters

- lost touch with him from ages 9-15 but reunited with him at 16 while he crashed at their place after his work injury and during his divorce, became very close with him during this time and developed a deep familial fondness for him despite all his teasing

- at 19 years old, she suffered a great deal of mental anguish as Chilchuck began to lose contact with her, Fallin was considering moving to a different city for university, and her father died due to a very sudden and unexpected stroke, she felt as though everyone in her life was slipping through her grasp and as a result, developed severe depression that would last until she completed her masters

- luckily, she had a good support system during that time and she was able to make it through the worst of it, however she still does struggle with motivation over simple tasks such as doing her hair or brushing her teeth

- her mood and outlook is much better though, having mostly returned to the same bubbly and dramatic personality that she once had

- is best friends with Fallin, and met her while at private school, mostly explained above, but her initial reaction of Fallin was quite negative before switching around after she realized that her way of thinking isn’t always the right one, even if the facts are right, her perspective and way of interpreting them isn’t always going to be sound

- this new perspective is what caused Marcille to become so enamoured with Fallin, eventually becoming a stupid crush that sticks with her to this day

- has her own studio apartment downtown, brand new building and everything (both parents are government lawyers so you can imagine the kind of money she has lmao)

- has a fawn floppy-eared bunny named Ambrosia

- despite her wealth, she doesn’t look down on her friends whatsoever, if anything she buys them expensive gifts as an act of kindness rather than an act of arrogance or condescension

- in the middle of attaining her phd in microbiology while doing independent research specializing in the study of telomere function

- attends the same university as Fallin

- graduated from high school at 16 and was done with her undergraduate by 19 and her masters by 21, a lot of people tend to think she’s full of herself but she often disregards them as people who don’t try hard enough

- born to carry her baby blue apple ecosystem in a cute tote bag, forced to haul her 7 biology textbooks in an ugly ass dark purple swissgear backpack she picked out when she was 12

- she has an unhealthy addiction to coffee and diet coke, literally cannot function without at least one per day

- cannot cook to save her life, lives exclusively off of pre-made grocery store meals or the sandwiches her university’s grab-n-go store sells, the kitchen aid mixer in her kitchen is practically a decoration at this point

- is actually the kind of person to be eating the leafy green tofu bowl from the local hipster vegan bistro

- has her own car and license, but lives close enough to her university to walk, Laios cannot fathom why she pays insurance every month for it but hardly uses or let anyone else use it

- I personally think she likes to rollerblade too

- jogging is her main form of exercise, but will also do yoga or calisthenics occasionally, probably the type of person to fall for a juice cleanse scam until Laios or Chilchuck scolds her for not eating enough

- I feel like she would be an intense swiftie (sorry :3) other than that, she likes the typical pop radio stuff that is played constantly

- at least she’s not a Stanley cup girl, she will use her scuffed gallon water bottle with the printed times of day until she dies

- very fashionable and loves to wear makeup, like wide leg pants or pleated skirts with penny loafers and cutesy blouses, a firm believer that any Korean makeup brand is far superior than anything Sephora could offer

- practically attached to the hip with Fallin, girl will find any excuse to study with her (the most pathetic sapphic ever someone put her out of her misery)

- otherwise, she’s buddy-buddy with Laios and Kabru but that’s about the extent of it, she’s known Chilchuck since she was little so he’s like an uncle to her

- she is quite friendly with Senshi and enjoys his cooking but hasn’t known him for a long time like the others, Izutsumi she treats like a little sister/niece and is always buying her things

- more to add when I think of it

• Chilchuck (you can tell he’s my fav because he has one of longest backstories lmao)

- currently 49 and living with Senshi and Izutsumi

- owns a two bedroom bungalow outside of downtown but still within the city, saved up for it after his divorce

- used to live in the suburbs with his ex-wife and daughters, but before that it was a shitty apartment close to where Laios lives now

- teen father, had Mayjack when he and his wife were 17 and had to graduate early so they could move out, they had Fullertom soon after and then Puckpatty by the time they were both 20, they got married at 22

- since neither could afford university at the time, Chilchuck went straight into a locksmithing trades program so he could have a decent income, his father had instilled a deep sense of responsibility and honour towards being a provider so he threw himself into his work which caused his and his wife’s initial frustration with one another

- when he was done apprenticing and when the kids were old enough to go to school, his wife went to university to begin studying teaching so she could become a professor, despite having to be home more often, Chilchuck still remained somewhat emotionally detached from his family

- by the time his daughters entered middle school, they had bought a house in the suburbs and his wife became qualified to teach

- feeling pressured by the mortgage, debt, and having to save for his daughter’s college, he began drinking more and taking a lot more hours at work, if he wasn’t working he was at the bar with his coworkers, he often didn’t come home until it was very late

- the final straw for his wife was when he showed up to work severely hungover and exhausted, then proceeded to nearly die in a home renovation project (passed out standing up and fell of a 20ft scaffolding, broke his hip and pelvis pretty badly as well as his humerus and quite a few of his ribs, also had a life-threatening brain bleed due to a skull fracture)

- at that point, all three of his daughters were already in university or trade school so his wife moved out and sold their house while Chilchuck was recovering in the hospital, she moved into a townhouse closer to the city’s main university where she still lives now with Fullertom

- having basically nothing in his savings, he crashed at Marcille’s parent’s place until he could save up a bit and get an apartment or townhouse (he and Marcille’s dad were friends in high school), essentially lived on their couch for about two years

- during this time, he became known as “Uncle Chil” by 16 year old Marcille and he developed a close uncle/niece relationship with her

- teased her as much as any uncle would, but also took her out shopping every couple of months, could never afford the stuff she wanted but he always got her lunch

- eventually, he saved up enough for the down payment of the two bedroom bungalow he lives in now and moved in, initially lost touch with Marcille but started being there for her more after her dad died, even began getting in touch with his daughters again at Marcille’s suggestion

- from then on, he took his work life more easily and tried to make time for himself in between shifts so that he didn’t feel he needs to drink himself stupid every time he came home, tried to pick up multiple hobbies and eventually settled on pottery making and brewing his own alcohol (that he sells…. mostly lol)

- meets Senshi at 42 when he is called in to install the locks and security system of the new restaurant Senshi is building, initially they had not been super friendly with each other, as Chilchuck found it infuriating how Senshi kept on wanting changes to be made to his security system, and how he was basically a walking construction accident waiting to happen

- once everything was finished however, Senshi offered Chilchuck a free dinner at his place as an apology for being stubborn, and unable to say no to free food (and alcohol) Chilchuck agrees

- they become friends after the dinner, however proceed to dance around each other for another 4 years until Marcille threatens to tell Senshi about Chilchuck’s feelings if he doesn’t confess himself

- Chilchuck does eventually confess (during a very charged “guy’s trip” to a resort in Mexico) and they start dating, after the trip, Senshi and Izutsumi move into Chilchuck’s place where they still currently live

- thanks to living with Senshi, Chilchuck adopts a more healthy lifestyle where he stops smoking, eats more, and drinks less, in return, he helps Senshi manage Izutsumi during her teen years as well as help out around his restaurant when he has time

- is generally living comfortably now, with a nice salary and more free time to commit to his hobbies, despite this he still deeply cares about his work and is a union man at heart who is always willing to rally behind his coworkers and organize when something happens

- mostly listens to 80s dad rock and some 90s grunge, is very proud of his CD collection

- dresses similar to Laios, however ditches the college club t-shirt and cargo shorts for polos shirts and chino shorts or dress shirts and casual slacks, also wears tacky boomer sandals for his feet or his construction boots

- drives a land rover defender that he bought in high school, cares for it deeply but isn’t a car guy by any means, he does the bare minimum maintenance to keep it safe and functional

- carries his minimal stuff in a sling bag and lunch cooler, but he also has a survival backpack in the back of his land rover for emergencies

- is a Stanley cup owner, has two, one from the 70s that his dad gave to him, and another white modern one from Marcille, his older one is covered in princess stickers from when his daughters were young

- pretentious black coffee drinker, makes fun of Izutsumi all the time for the amount of simple syrup and cream she puts into her iced coffee

- is okay at cooking, but is definitely more of a grill master, never ask him to deep fry anything though

- is also surprisingly handy thanks to the skills his dad passed onto him, speaking of his family, he isn’t very close to his mother and siblings since they all moved back to their home continent after Chilchuck graduated, he still sometimes travels alone on special holidays or on the anniversary of his father’s death but only if he can afford it

- is now a supervisor of his own crew, initially he wanted to own his own locksmith company, but he also wants to retire soon so he needs to save up as much as he can

- has two main friend groups, one he refers to as “the freaks” which includes Laios, Marcille, Fallin, Kabru, Izutsumi, and Senshi, and the other he refers to as “work” which includes Namari, Mickbell, Kuro, and Dandan

- is closest to Senshi and Marcille, seeing them as his family, however is a bit more distant with Izutsumi since he doesn’t want to automatically take on a “step-dad” role in her life, the reasoning mainly stems from his respect of her and her decisions on who she gets to let in her life, but is also because he wants to avoid things becoming awkward between them

- is, if not begrudgingly, friendly with Laios and Fallin, deep down he cares about them more than he lets on, is mostly cordial with Kabru

- is surprisingly close to Namari, however they keep their relationship strictly within their workplace and the bar they sometimes hit up afterwards

- is closer to his ex-wife and daughters now, having dinner once a month at his ex-wife’s house, they still haven’t really reconciled but they’ve allowed each other to move on

- more to add when I think of it

• Senshi (also super long please forgive me)

- is currently 52 and living with Chilchuck and his adopted daughter Izutsumi

- lives in Chilchuck’s house, but used to own a condo near the restaurant he used to work for

- when he was a child, he lived on an entirely separate continent in the remote far north, the village he grew up in was known for its mining industry, most of the community including his parents were miners, however an accident killed his father and cancer killed his mother when he was a baby, so his father’s friend Gillin took Senshi in when he was 2

- due to the mining culture surrounding the village, it was expected that Senshi also become a miner when he grew up, this coupled with the hyper-masculine ideas of honouring his late father and carrying on the bloodline, made Senshi not really put in much effort into school since he believed it had no use for him, a decision that would later hinder his career and degree options greatly

- once graduated from high school, Gillin immediately had Senshi take his safety courses and get his certification so he could get a job as soon as possible, with some references from Gillin himself, Senshi was able to land a beginner’s position within the company Gillin was in

- worked 7 years mining coal until the mine ran dry and he had to look for work elsewhere, jumped positions between 3-4 companies over another 8 years mining iron and copper until he landed a 2 year contract at a remote but booming silver mine

- was put into a 6 man team composed of himself, Gillin, Brigan, Invar, Totan, and Noor, where they would descend into a highly unregulated and dangerous mountain mine and extract the massive veins of silver, they all were paid well, but the conditions were next to abysmal

- 1 year and 9 months into the contract, a rockslide on the south side of the mountain caused a cheap tunnel support to collapse over the only exit leading out of the stope they were mining in, effectively trapping them indefinitely

- luckily they had a ventilation shaft, but none of them could fit inside and escape or yell for attention since they were trapped over 200ft deep and 500ft in the mountain, so their only option was to ration their food and wait for help to arrive

- they do try to escape in other ways, such as mining through the collapsed support, however this only leads to injury among the group, and as much as Senshi wanted to help, he was under strict instruction by Gillin not to over-exert himself, even though he wasn’t a kid anymore, he still had the most strength and wits among them all, this also results in him receiving the most food much to Brigan’s rage

- in an attempt to be useful, Senshi started drawing up the maps of the mine to see if there was a tunnel close by they could mine into

- as more time passes and they realized no one would be coming to help them, their escape attempts become much more desperate, one attempt to blow up the collapsed tunnel entrance with their remaining explosives leads to the death of Totan, another attempt to start mining over the collapsed tunnel entrance leads to the death of Noor, one last attempt to remove the panelling lining the ventilation shaft so they could be able to fit through leads to the death of Invar, leaving only Brigan, Gillin, and Senshi left

- after six weeks of being trapped under ground, Brigan mentally snaps and tries to cannibalize Senshi so they could eat his flesh, this leads to a physical altercation between Gillin and Brigan which ends in an unstable overhang of rock to collapse and crush Brigan and for Gillin to succumb to his wounds and exhaustion

- alone and starving, Senshi realizes he is now skinny enough to fit through the ventilation shafts and crawl his way out, he uses a combination of ropes and support spikes to help aid him, but soon quickly realizes he mostly has to navigate in the dark

- for two more weeks, Senshi follows the map he memorized and the feeling of airflow to make his way out, only surviving off of his remaining water, in the end he managed to crawl out of a shaft just outside the mining camp

- relived and also deeply saddened, Senshi remains near the shaft until some workers doing a perimeter check find him in the morning, he is promptly taken into the hospital to treat his injuries

- after explaining the situation to the police and his boss, his boss offers him a $30,000 payout to keep quiet and say nothing, the officers say it is possible to take his boss and the company to court, however it would likely put him into massive debt trying to find a good lawyer, in the end Senshi takes the money and leaves the camp for his village

- what’s left to him by Gillin is another $50,000 in savings and property assets, the rest is given to his remaining family, the first thing Senshi buys with the money is his adamantine pot and mythril knife, using both to make a soup Gillin would often feed him, and leaving five bowls of it outside of the collapsed silver mine before moving out of his village for good at aged 35

- he moves to the continent and city where all the other characters are currently living, buying his condo and deciding to enter into 4 year culinary school program

- during these 4 years, Senshi comes to realize that cooking is his true passion, finding it immensely rewarding and fulfilling, and even though he didn’t make many friends due to his unorthodox taste and recipes, it was still the most happy he’s ever been

- about 1 year after graduating and getting a job as the main line cook for a high end restaurant, Senshi meets and adopts 5 year old Izutsumi

- he initially sees her wandering around the green belt outside and behind the restaurant, kicking rocks and occasionally running and hiding in trees, he was always worried she was homeless, however would always see she was gone by the time he was done his shifts

- around five months of this, Izutsumi notices and begins to approach Senshi, as if she had wanted food, Senshi would usually offer some of his packed lunches or leftovers and she would always accept and sit next to him while they ate

- Izutsumi usually never spoke but was always ravenous, Senshi often worried that she was being abused, but whenever he would ask she would always say no, and since she was a healthy weight and never had any bruises or welts, Senshi reluctantly believed her, after that though he began packing more food

- eventually, a woman (Maizuru) approaches Senshi after one of his shifts and bluntly asked if he would like to take care of Izutsumi from then on, baffled he asked who she was and why she knew he was feeding Izutsumi, and she explained that she is her caretaker

- she also explained that since Izutsumi seemed to trust and respect Senshi the most, that he would be the best person to give her a chance at a normal life and raise her into an adjusted adult, due to the fact that she has no regard or interest or respect in her or the rest of her foster family, she then conceded that her question was rather sudden, but still implored Senshi to take her into his care or otherwise she would be forced into an orphanage

- thinking of Gillin, and with the wound of his crew’s death still in his mind Senshi, perhaps impulsively, agrees to take Izutsumi in, much to Maizuru’s delight and thankfulness

- the next day, she returns with Izutsumi and her things and tells Senshi that she will handle most of the legal paperwork aside from the few forms that he will have to sign

- from that point onward, he took care of Izutsumi and made sure she got through school, although she wasn’t completely responsive and obedient, he was still very patient and understanding with her, except for the first few times she would keep on running away from school to join him for his lunch breaks

- they have a very trusting relationship with one another, and Senshi is the only one Izutsumi will open up to, Senshi often encouraged her talent of athleticism by signing her up for various sports, he was and still is very attentive towards her needs and is always feeding her the things she likes (and dislikes)

- Senshi works at the restaurant for another 9 years, simultaneously saving up for his own restaurant and saving for Izutsumi’s college, at age 45 he meets Chilchuck during the construction of his restaurant and they form a close friendship

- subsequently, he is introduced to Marcille, Fallin, Laios, and even Kabru, but still mostly interacts with Chilchuck and Itsuzumi

- however he is quite close with Laios since he works as a server at his restaurant and is very enthusiastic about his cooking technique, flavour pallet, and types of dishes he serves

- at age 49, he officially opens his restaurant and starts dating Chilchuck, the three of them all move in together and become a household unit

- is now very happy with where he is at in life, works and manages his restaurant while still making time for Izutsumi and her hobbies, is very close with Chilchuck and becomes the first person he opens up to about his past and what he went through, generally the grossest and most sappiest old couple you will ever meet

- made a Senshi-sized hole deep into the fabric of Chilchuck’s home, converting his backyard into a full vegetable and flower garden that he maintains, is super proud about it and often leaves the prettiest flowers on Chilchuck’s side of the bed or in a vase on Izutsumi’s bedside table

- head-chef and owner of his restaurant, his favourite part is being able to cook what he wants for a very specific audience (people like Laios)

- his food is not super high-end but also not like a family diner either, a healthy mix of both, like kid friendly while still being classy and opulent enough to take someone out on a date there

- drives his beloved suzuki carry to and from work every day, does a good job maintaining it on his own despite it being boring according to him

- I honestly don’t really know what Senshi would listen to, I feel like the most in character for him would be folk music from his home country or bossa nova i can’t really decide

- coffee with lots of sugar but no cream or milk, prefers drinking black tea with milk and honey if he has a choice

- bag is a basic backpack with minimal items like wallet, keys, lipbalm, mints, etc… always has a change of clothes in case his gets dirty at work, also has extra hair and beard nets, some stuff for Izutsumi is in there too

- water bottle is also a vintage stanley cup, but his is wayyy more dented than Chilchuck’s and older (from like the 50s) refuses to buy anything else until it is unusable, has had the same piece of duct tape sealing a leak near the bottom for the past 20 years

- also can’t decide if he’s a t-shirt or Hawaiian shirt kind of guy, probably a healthy mix of both, also mostly wears shorts or a kilt-like garment native to his home country, lives exclusively in sandals you will never find him in close-toed shoes unless he’s working

- funny story deriving from this fact, the first impression Chilchuck ever had of Senshi (aside from “damn he’s kinda hot”) was “oh my god how the fuck is this guy not dead” due to the fact that Senshi showed up to the construction sight with flip flops, no safety helmet, and no safety vest on whatsoever

- more to add when I think of it

• Izutsumi (still a cat-girl in this universe)

- currently 17 and living with Senshi and Chilchuck

- used to live with the Nakamoto’s as a foster child, however hated living there due to the unfamiliarity and attempts at sweeping her past trauma under the rug and refusing to treat her for it

- life before the Nakamoto’s is fuzzy, it’s implied by her councillor and confirmed by Maizuru later on that she was raised by her mother until she died or abandoned her at 3 years old, was then placed into the care of another foster home who physically and verbally abused her, keeping her chained up in the basement most of the day and hardly feeding her, if not forgetting about her all together

- she was taken in by the Nakamoto’s at aged 4, and had a very hard time managing her due to her stunted social skills, anger issues, and delayed language development manifesting itself in avoidance behaviours such as running away and lashing out violently

- had frequent nightmares during this time, resulting in her becoming very clingy during the night

- would often run away to the green belt close to her house, the same green belt that was connected to Senshi’s restaurant

- initially only approached him because of the smell of food, her prior abuse and malnutrition resulted in an early form of binge eating, so she often sought any sight, smell, or taste food as a way of safety and comfort

- unlike all her previous caretakers, she found Senshi to not be malicious or uncaring towards her, especially after he started sharing and bringing food for her, her ease around him didn’t go unnoticed by Maizuru who then offered Senshi the deal to take care of her

- initially hated living in Senshi’s condo since the small space reminded her of the basement she was kept in, but soon found it to be much more comfortable if she could smell the food Senshi would make

- Received counselling for her trauma and slowly began to get better, however she would still frequently act out or skip school as a coping mechanism, however, Senshi helped her regulate her energy and emotions through signing her up for various sports, she did volleyball, hockey, wrestling, swimming, etc… until she settled on gymnastics and Muay Thai

- has somewhat of a complex towards love and attachment, in that she doesn’t fully believe an individual cares for her or loves her so will often do whatever she likes both because she doesn’t think it affects the other person that much and because it will prevent people from wanting to get close to her and have a meaningful relationship, a complex that stems from her past abuse

- is now in a much better headspace than she was in, as she has two caretakers who are patient and understanding with her, but are also willing to discipline her and prepare her for the outside world, she also has a good external support system and even a friend at school whom she often hangs out with

- she is currently in her junior year of high school, with decent grades, but only because Senshi and Chilchuck want her to do well so she has more options for university

- her best subjects are science, phsy ed., english, has a hard time with social studies and math

- her one friend her age is Tade as they both are frequently sent to the after-school homework program to help improve their grades, Izutsumi is usually good at shouldering off her homework to her in exchange for ice cream or food, but she’s usually caught and forced to do double the work

- Tade is also a foster kid of the Nakamoto’s, in fact she was the one Izutsumi would usually go to sleep with if she had a nightmare, so they never hang out at her house and either stay at Izutsumi’s house or hang out at the local park/mall

- is very talented athletically, and has won multiple awards at gymnastics and Muay Thai competitions

- still a ravenous eater, but with a crazy fast metabolism so she gains almost no weight, still picky with vegetables and mushrooms but will still eat them as long as their hidden in her food well enough

- coffee flavoured milk drinker, if there’s even a hint of bitterness in her coffee she’s throwing it out

- is into most old alternative or indie rock, appreciates Chilchuck’s taste in music immensely, she’s been learning how to play the bass recently

- has been learning basic recipes from Senshi and can manage a few dishes on her own, is much better at baking overall, never leave her alone with the blowtorch or barbecue though

- aside from sports, she enjoys playing video games and sleeping, she likes mostly storytelling or competitive console games like Skyrim, God of War, and Call of Duty

- bag is a simple black backpack that has all of her papers and textbooks haphazardly shoved in with no regard for neatness or organization, on a good day a pencil will be in there too

- water bottle is non-existent, she uses drinks from the school water fountain as an excuse to get out of class and wander around for a bit

- is old enough to drive and has her license, but doesn’t have her own car yet and still has to catch the bus, if she does drive it’s Senshi’s suzuki, Chilchuck let her drive his land rover once and she backed into a pole

- lives in crop tops and shorts, is actually quite fashionable but doesn’t have the energy or motivation to pull anything off, either wears converse, slides, crocs, or doc martens as footwear, most would describe her style as grunge-ish

- makeup is hit or miss, sometimes she can muster some concealer and eyeliner, but for the most part she just washes her face and nothing else, she is big into jewelry though and likes to wear lots of accessories

- has been allowed to pierce her ears quite extensively, as well as her nose, however both Senshi and Chilchuck have drawn the line at any other face piercings until she’s an adult, much to her dismay

- outside of Senshi, Chilchuck, and Tade, she is probably the most friendly with Marcille and Fallin as they frequently visit and interact with her, Marcille especially loves to spoil Izutsumi with treats and gifts since she never had a little cousin growing up

- Izutsumi likes Fallin for her quietness and ability to keep out of her business, however saw first hand how weird she can be when she held up a massive rhinoceros beetle without even flinching, also when she kept on excusing herself to their backyard to go snack on their strawberry plants

- Laios and Kabru she knows of, also finds Laios to be very weird but is less friendly about it than she is with Fallin, his lack of understanding of social cues also confuses her

- more to add when I think of it

AND THATS IT!!! This was stupidly long, I hope I didn’t bore you to death lol. I’ll probably do another one of these so I can include Chilchuck’s daughters, Kabru, Namari, etc… maybe with some additions to the main cast, but yeah that’s about the extend of it, hope you enjoyed :3

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #laios touden #falin touden #chilchuck tims #senshi of izganda #izutsumi #marcille donato #modern au #farcille #chilshi #labru if you squint #dungeon meshi minor characters #this took me forever I am so exhausted #I kinda wanna make a fic out of this but I have no idea what plot line or what character I should even focus on lmaooo #hooray for hyper-specific character interpretations!!

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writing-for-the-gays · 8 months ago

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Run rabbit, run.

HABIT x TRANSMASC! PLUS SIZED! HAIRY! READER

half monster HABIT hc + fic

For 🐛 anon

For Evan fuckers: Oh, deer!

-We all know this man is a sadist and masochist, we can't pretend we don't.

-hes a biter!!! He will bite you! Like hard enough to need stitches. You've had a few embarrassing ER visits. (Habit can dress wounds and stitch you up but he just likes how embarrassed you get about it)

- he and Evan are very different in bed, but one thing they have in common is giving head like a god. Dude low-key is obsessed with your cunt.

-but he's good at a 'sloppy drooling messy' kind of head that Ev cannot provide.

- fuck he's in love with your body. Like, he grabs your belly and just plays with it, literally salivating at the idea of leaving hickeys.

- he fucks you in a mirror so you can watch the way your body moves as he fucks you.

-oh and he loves your boobs , hairy man tits? Who fucking wouldn't.

- he stares at them constantly. You couldn't get him to tell you the color of your eyes but he has every hair on your chest memorized 🫡.

- he's into prey and predator dynamics, he gets so incredibly hard when he's chasing you through the woods he can't help himself.

- Vinny has been caught in this game of yours by accident a few times , and if he finds you, covered in bite marks half naked with twigs in your hair and he just gives you one of these looks:

- HABITs into knife play, you have lots of scars from it and he doesn't feel bad Abt it 😔✊.

- HE WANTS TO BE PEGGED but with one of the ones with a silicone grinding thing inside so it grinds right against your t-dick.

-hes a dom bottom mind you.

- but you peg him and he becomes a stupid feral mess.

(so obsessed with the idea I wrote the fanfic Abt it so it's going here instead of at the end)

He could feel your hairy belly press against his back as the silicone abused his prostate; drool pooling on the corner of his lip, looking back and admiring you he let out a purr. You look away, you can't look at the smug very fucked drunk grin you're sure he's giving you.

Your hips stutter against him and he tenses as you hit his prostate dead on, his eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open as you wring another orgasm from him.

You begin to slow your hips, grinding the silicone tip slowly inside of him, exhaustion and want find respite in your bones.

You need to stop and cum, this grinding wasn't enough, you needed more, his tongue, his cock, his fingers his anything.

He presses against you, back arching with the curve of your stomach, resting against it as he comes into a position that shouldn't be comfortable.

You avoid his eye contact and his thumb, middle finger and index finger grab at your face, turning your head harshly to look at him.

His eyes bore into yours and it makes you want to squeeze your own shut, but you just can't, like he has some kind of hold on your mind you cant avoid his gaze.

His face is flushed, and he's drooling. But his eyes, while dilated and wet with tears, were strong and threatening.

"I didn't say you could slow down rabbit." He rolls his hips against yours and it sends pleasure shooting across your body.

"Good little rabbits do what they're told. They run when they're told to run, right?" He captures your lips in his and his tongue forces it's way into your mouth before you can respond.

It's a rough kiss, teeth clacking together and tongues rubbing against each other. You can't help but find yourself getting wetter and wetter, dick getting harder and harder, pressing right up against the grinding pad.

He pulls away and bites your lip hard enough to make you bleed, before letting out a growl.

"So, keep fuckin' me, now. Do what you're told. Run rabbit, run."

-makes you breakfast in bed and he's so hard because he can't stop thinking Abt what your mouth can do and how those teeth can rip and tear apart flesh

-please blow him after eating ✨.

- trust me it's purely to indulge him, don't be surprised if there's something you're allergic to in anything he makes.

- loves getting you really really high to overstimulate you, oh you're really high? Well hes sucking your t-dick rn and finger fucking your hole so have a fun time trying to concentrate on rolling a joint for him.

-it's so badly rolled you literally have to suffocate him with your thighs so he'll back off and you can redo it. It looks like a fucking hard candy.

- Goes fucking feral over your hair, he's into hairy guys and fuck do you fit the bill.

- you keep it at least slightly maintained more for convenience but you don't shave.

- he loves

MONSTER FUCKING AHEAD

-he goes into heat gets bored and can't control himself and goes either fully monster (basically a demon anthro hare with grey and washed out purple fur, sharp teeth and claws) or partially monster (EARS AND TAIL AND TEETH AND CLAWS AND NOTHING ELSE)

- knotted tentacle dick bc peace and love on planet earth.

- he gets real possessive during this kind of thing, leaving enough marks for Vinny to notice. And they're not human sized either

- large, deep, scabbed over marks on most of your visible skin, most will probably scar.

- and vinny doesn't really care (look you're a consenting adult and you seem to contest enthusiastically if what he's heard through the walls indicate.)

-but he DOES give you this look

- and asks a few slightly personal questions, bc what the fuck how do you fuck THAT hard.

- mainly to embarrass you.

- habit thinks your discomfort is funny so even if you try to get him to stop he won't.

- speaking of discomfort- when he's in foreplay is non existent, he'll literally pull your pants and boxers down and fuck you whenever. His dick produces enough lube for it not to hurt too bad. But it's not comfortable.

- he's broken the bed too many times to count, you've tried metal bedframes, you've tried springs, you've tried a water bed (that's not a story you like to talk about), you've done it all, and every time he fucks you hard enough to destroy it beyond repair.

- if you fuck him expect a noise complaint. His vocal chords are different which means he clicks and purrs and shit but also, loud as shit growls that vibrate the house.

- play with his ears and tail and he'll cum immediately (especially with a well angled strap-on.)

- sloppy head just got sloppier with his ultra long tongue and extra drool. Squirt on his face and he'll keep eating you out! (Call now only for the low low price of your soul and all sense of sanity!)

- after care is him licking cum off your chest and then letting Evan take over because fuck that lovey dovey shit. (he'd marry you if he could)

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I tried my best but got carried away and it's not proof read. Uuh hope you enjoyed? Don't kill me.

#x male reader #HABIT emh x reader #habit x reader #HABIT x male reader #x chubby reader #x hairy reader #x ftm reader #trans reader

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sky-neverending · 1 year ago

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Feed in the Forest

For @steddiemicrofic October prompt: suck | word count: 480 | rating: T | cw: drinking blood, specifically that out dead animals, guns, very brief homophobia | tags: kas!eddie

Steve had gotten used to the sound of the doors being opened in the middle of the night. He had gotten used to the constant humming echoing through the halls when the sun went down. To the way his new houseguest was always lurking around some corner, eyes gleaming just a hint of red, a shade that got frighteningly more comforting as time went on.

He still wasn’t used to the sight of blood.

Granted, Eddie was a considerate guest. He always fed outside, on the deer and rabbits and squirrels that roamed the woods. He always cleaned up after himself, disposing of the bodies properly.

Most of the time, that is.

It was a quarter past two when Steve was woken by the sound of shouts from outside. He sprung up, grabbing a flashlight from his bedside table before running down the stairs and into his backyard.

Two men stood by his property line, just at the edge of the woods. They both had guns cocked at something, at a shadowy figure on the floor.

“What’s going on out here?” Steve asked slowly, stepping toward them. “It’s two in the morning.”

One of the men looked up at him, switching the position of his gun so that the barrel was aimed at Steve.

“We found this young man hunched over a deer carcase,” he said. “Think he’s planning to do some sort of demonic sacrifice with it. He a friend of yours?”

Steve sighed, looking down at Eddie. “Yeah. Look, man, I think there's some sort of misunderstanding here. My friend was just…skinning the body. There’s no cult shit going on.”

“Skinning the body?” one of the men said. “What business do you have skinning a body at this hour?”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “The same business you two have hunting on someone else’s property at this hour, I guess,” he shot back. “Now, I'd like it if you could leave, please.”

The two men looked at each other, and one of them slowly lowered his gun. “Let’s go,” he huffed, turning back into the woods. “These couple of queers aren’t worth it.”

Waiting until both of them were out of sight, Steve walked toward Eddie. He shined his flashlight at the ground, the sickening sight of a half drained deer catching the light. “You okay?”

Eddie ran a hand through his hair. “I’m alright, Harrington. Just a bit shaken is all.” He was silent for a moment. “Look, I’m sorry for causing all this trouble. You don’t have to let me stay here.”

“Shut up, man,” was all Steve said in response. “Clean up that shit and come inside, I’ll put a movie on.”

“Can it be a scary movie?” Eddie called after him.

Laughing, Steve shook his head. “No. We’re watching fucking Breakfast Club or something.” He smiled to himself.

From the woods edge, Eddie smiled too.

#sky writes #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficoctober #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #kas!eddie #tw: vampires #and typical vampire things #it’s literally 5 am #so i hope this is coherent #lol

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lord-akumu · 9 months ago

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Here's a Hannibal fanfiction, it's a translation of the fanfiction that I did during a boring class

It's an adaptation because a lot of things just make sense in portuguese

Also, sorry for any misspellings

So, here please yourselves with my little sh*t:

Cannibal Husbands

You just got back from the university, it was around 6PM, you come face to face with Hannibal, your dad, he was all wrapped in a plastic suit that covers his neck down, with some blood stains around the suit and on his face. He notices you and receives you;

Hannibal — Good night, my daughter

Y/N — Why are you like that?

Hannibal — Your dad was hunting and I was preparing the meat for the dinner

Y/N — The animal was alive? You had to kill it? You are all covered in blood...

Hannibal — Yes, Will though that he killed it, but he just knocked it, when I started to cut, it wake up and I had to do the rest

Y/N — Oh... I hope that he didn't suffer a lot before dying...

Hannibal — That's something I can't guarantee, but dinner will be pleasant

Y/N — Like always!

Suddenly, Will, your other dad, appeared drying his hair with a towel.

Y/N — How was the hunt?

Will — It was good, but today's dinner was kinda hard, Hannibal had to do my job while I was cleaning the blood

Y/N — You should be careful or people will think you killed someone

Will and Hannibal look at each other, Will looked kinda nervous and Hannibal looked less calm

Will — You should take a shower... — He said looking at you

Y/N — Okay...

Then he turns to Hannibal.

Will — I'll prepare the things to start the dinner while you take a shower

While you go to your room you turn to see your parents, you see Hannibal giving Will a quick kiss. They never showed much affection in front of you, Will didn't looked like he showed at all.

They cook together while you set the table and feed the dogs.

You and your parents eat the dinner together, like a family.

You never went hunting with Will, neither prepare the meat with Hannibal, they always did alone or with each other, it look like they had a secret that just they knew, the secret of how the meat tasted so different of any other place maybe; they said that it was deer, pig, chicken, rabbit, any type of meat, but the taste wasn't like any that you had in any restaurant or friend's house, but you didn't care, you just wanted that, one day, your dads tell you they secret to make such a delicious food.

#hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannigram #hannibal fandom #hannibal fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #will graham #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #murder husbands #they're gay for each other #hannibal series

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rose7420 · 11 months ago

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Astarion BG3 G/T Part 2

Astarion and Tav investigate why she shrank. Tav later makes questionable choices while intoxicated.

“How about this spell?” Astarion points out looking down at Gale’s book.

You lean over on his shoulder to look down at the book and shake your head. “That’s Enlarge and we’ve already tried that.” You huff, crossing your arms. It's been a day since your height has been severely diminished to two inches—courtesy of Astarion pulling out a tape measure from his pack. Being so tiny is exhausting; everywhere you used to be able to get to in under a minute takes several moments longer and quite more energy than it ever had. You’ve certainly taken more naps than ever, not to mention every sound wakes you up from slumber as you fear becoming a creature's next meal.

Even now your eyes are heavy and you fight not to topple over.

‘I’m afraid this condition will have to wear off on its own.” Gale interrupts, coming to stand beside Astarion as he looks at the both of you. He’s hinted at this before when he first laid eyes on you.

At the time, their group leader clothed in an embroidered handkerchief Astarion had stolen from a merchant. You’d looked pathetic with your hair soaked and still shivering. It was quite annoying how cold you were all the time now despite the warm clothes Astarion had managed to make in a matter of a couple of hours. You were impressed with the detail of his stitching and swiftness. Not to mention how the clothes seemed to fit you almost perfectly.

You look at Gale’s hand as he carefully holds something. “What's that you got there?”

“Dinner for you, I figured you were hungry.” He reaches out a pointer finger, balancing a plate steaming with bread and some sort of meat. You graciously accepted, puzzled by how Gale had catered to your needs quickly. Truly everyone had, save Karlach. The tiefling so scared of hurting you that she only risks a mere glance your way. You’ve tried to ease her nerves and reassure her you'll be okay but it doesn’t seem to help. Gale presses an equally tiny fork into your hands, the small scrap of metal almost lost in the ridges of his fingerprint. He leans back and crosses his arms.

Gale clears his throat and pointedly looks at Astarion. The latter is hyperfocused on the book he holds. “Go take up space somewhere else Gale. Don’t you have some magical artifact to eat?” You kick Astarions’s neck for the quip with a booted foot. You don't even think he feels it since he doesn’t even flinch.

“I think it’s best for everyone if I take Tav while you find something to eat. Away from here, far away.” Gale adds.

Astarion rolls his eyes. “Afraid I may find you appetizing? Even at death’s door, I’d have to mull over that one.”

Gale rolls his eyes and leans over to take you into his hands. Astarion leans away quickly, making you stumble and hold on to his necklace and your plate for dear life. You glare up at him even though he can’t see you doing so.

“Go on Astarion, Tav certainly won’t do you in for tonight.” You blush at the implication of his words. Usually, Astarion feeds from you but in your reduced size you couldn't offer him more than a drop.

You feel his shoulder tensing under you as you eat your meal. You gently pat his neck, “I’ll be ok here for a while. You need to eat too.”

He sighs and reaches up to take you off his shoulder, his fingers are cold yet gentle as they wrap around you. He’s still reluctant as he places you in Gale’s outstretched palm.

“Be safe!” You shout as he stalks off into the woods. An answering grumble is all you get in return.

When Astarion returns later that night with the moon high he hears raucous laughter. He feels refreshed from the deer privy to his hunger. But his main worry is Tav and ensuring she’s okay. Leaving her with Gale hadn’t eased his worries but he knew he posed more of a threat the hungrier and weaker he got. And he couldn’t for some reason bear the thought of Tav being a victim of an unfortunate accident of his. Earlier, she’d fallen off his shoulder. He’d barely managed to catch her as she’d tumbled off in a doze. So he expects her to be deep in slumber.

He couldn’t be more wrong as he approaches the blazing fire and sees the tiny figure running around it while carrying a stick taller than them.

The rest of the crew is encouraging the behavior doubled over laughing or chanting nonsense as Tav parades around. Usually with the commotion and liveliness, he’d retreat into his tent, but his worry grows increasingly with Tav so small and close to a fire. So he opts to sit, placing a blanket down as he crisscrosses on the ground. He scoffs at the situation.

His eyes keep tracking Tav as they sprint and he knows they must’ve drunk something.

He looks around taking in the group of lunatics he calls his own. Even Karalach doesn't seem to be holding back her excitement as she claps. Gale and Wyll are clapping and chanting. Shadowheart bent over laughing, even Lae’zel has a slight smirk on her usually grim face.

He jolts when he feels something run into his boot. He looks down and it’s none other than Tav. Her face flushed red as she stared up at him. His stomach flips at the tininess of her standing there with a huge smile on her face. “Astarion’s here!” She cheers and manages to scale his boot, even with it on its side in his crisscrossed position.

“Well hello Darling, it seems you’ve been busy.” He smirks as he extends a hand to prevent her from falling. A part of him wants to scoop her up and feel her small weight in his palms but he refrains.

That is until she clumsily climbs up his trousers, wobbling at his knee. His reflexes are fast, but not fast enough to catch her as she falls between his legs. He panics thinking she's injured herself until giggles sound.

She’s giggling

��Tav?” He says, eyes gleaming with amusement. How much had she drunk? Even a simple shot would have had her intoxicated.

“You’re so big… like a mouse. No that’s not right. Mouse? Mountain?” She garbles.

Astarion looks up expecting to see the rest of them staring blatantly, only to find half of them passed out and the other half gone. He assumes retreating to their tents. He directs his gaze back at her and becomes very aware of how much he towers over her. Especially at this angle.

“Okay Little Mouse, bedtime.” He says as a warning before his hand sweeps her up. Feeling her tiny body pressed against him sends another wave in his stomach. He has no clue why he’s reacting like this. Perhaps it's simply the power of holding someone so small and knowing their life is in his hands.

Certainly no other reason. He hasn’t the time for relationships or finding love. Besides, who’d want to shackle themselves to a vampiric elf like him? He’s too broken for that.

But the way Tav makes him feel loved and cares for him, despite their banter… gives him hope. Foolish hope that there’s a shard of possibility that he is lovable.

He sighs opening his hand to find Tav curled up there, sound asleep.

Perhaps it's selfish of him, but he lets himself indulge in her drunken closeness. Eventually, she’ll realize how awful and detestable he is.

But this now… this is nice.

The morning follows and you wake up with the worst, god-awful headache. The memories fly back into your head. Karlach in her already-drunken stupor had offered you a cap-full of mead. It had all gone downhill from there. You faintly piece together running with a stick and then into something. It's then you notice the presence around you. You’re upon something soft and curled into a shoulder?

You rub at your bleary eyes and see the tufts of silver hair. Your eyes widen realizing it's Astarion whose neck you curled upon the entire night. You shiver, not from the coldness of his skin but the mere fact he let you sleep near him while he meditated. It’s not long till he begins to stir, and you clutch onto the blanket draped over you, finding it sweet that he thought of you in such a small gesture to ensure you stayed warm by his side. Yet his movements as gentle as they may be to him are tumultuous to your shrunken form. It's strange in a way since you’ve only ever known him to be sly and sneaky due to his roguish nature.

“Astarion!” You shout trying to remind him you’re there.

At the sound of your voice, his movements halt and his hand comes to cup around you but pauses. “Apologies. May I pick you up?” His sleepy, rough voice sends tingles down your spine.

With permission, his long fingers snake around you, gold ruby ring glinting in the sunlight. Your head pounds with the movement and brightness. You massage your eyes and temples to rid the ache. Opening them you find his giant pale face inches from yours, red eyes openly staring back at you.

Astarion smiles knowingly.

“I’m never drinking again.” You sniff yourself, “Ugh and I need a shower.”

“Shall I douse you in the stream you plunged into before?”

“You have your entire life to be an ass, why don’t you take a day off bloodsucker?”

“Quite the charmer… Come on I can’t go on all day with your stench. I much prefer your natural bouquet.”

#giant/tiny #astarion #male giant #bg3 g/t #shrunken reader #rose writes

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slasherbvnnie · 1 year ago

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Ordinary Love Story | Part III

Nightmare turned into a dream, all thanks to the wonderful Ethan Landry.

Warnings: mild angst, nothing too extreme

Part I Part II

The only thing you could hear at the moment was your own heartbeat. You felt like prey under their gaze, despite not being able to see their eyes, you could sense their want to devour you, to feed off of the fear on your face and bask in your screams. For the most part, it was true. They did want to devour you, but not in the way you thought. They did want to hear you scream, but preferred it be in pleasure than agony.

Footsteps echoed in the room as they stepped closer, your breathing hitched and shallowed as you froze like a deer in the headlights. You knew you should run, knew you should throw the lamp on your side into their face and make a break for it. Out the door, not upstairs like every person in a horror movie would, you wouldn’t trip either, knowing it would seal your death certificate. Your feet, however, didn’t listen, your heart beat so fast that you wondered if you had enough time to raise your hand above your head and check if you were going into cardiac arrest.

They grabbed both your wrists in one hand before you had the chance to check, chuckling behind the white mask. “Cat got your tongue?” You stared straight at them, too afraid to speak back to them. “You know I won’t hurt you, not if you won’t tell,” they said, making you even more confused. “C’mon princess, I know you aren’t that dumb,” they moved closer to you, inches from your face. Their free hand slowly went up to the chin of the mask, pulling it off and revealing the curly haired boy you had grown fond of.

You began to cry, trying to squirm away from him, screaming at him about how he killed your friends, his friends.

Your words eventually just turned into screams as his face contorted seeing your reaction, something inside him deciding that you weren’t who you seemed, the knife hidden in the robe slipping into his hand as he drove it into you. “You’re not who I thought you were, Y/N.”

“Y/N!”

Your eyes shot open, seeing Ethan staring down at you. His yell of concern was followed by Chad, Mindy, Sam and Tara running into the room and opening Landry’s door. You panted and stared at them with wide eyes, they looked to the two of you, eyes searching to see if there were blood on either of you. To see if the killer had finally revealed their identity and had another kill. Ethan sighed and looked to the rest of the group, “it’s okay, just…a bad dream or something,” he explained to them. You nodded, sniffling as you wiped your eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay guys, I promise,” you reassured them, after another look over you and ethan they walked off, closing the door to leave the two of you alone.

“Was it about…you know,” Ethan trailed off in his words, you looked to him and nodded. You could still picture his face in your dreams, freckles of blood dotted on his face, the crazy look in his eyes and his anger when you didn’t accept him. He reached his hand out towards you and you flinched, backing away from him as he stared at you confused. “Hey, hey.” He tried to move towards you and comfort you, but he frowned when he saw you still trembling. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing- still, still scared, you know?” You tried to play it off, Ethan looking to you, studying your face.

“In your dream, it was me, wasn’t it,” he questioned, when your head whipped towards him, you saw the same face you were inches away from in your dream. The same dejected, angered, and sad face he showed you when you yelled at him.

Your silence answered his question, to which he got up with a bitter and hurt laugh. “That’s why you’re acting like that, isn’t it? Do you think it’s me, y/n? That I’m the killer?” He pressed on, sitting up in the bed, seeing the veins in his body begin to pop out from the anger coursing through his body.

“Ethan it was just a-“

“Just a dream? But you’re backing away from me like I’m the creep in real life.”

You began to feel tears fall down your face, feeling guilty for what he was saying. He was right, Ethan had been your friend since classes started, since he sat next to you and offered help when he saw you struggling with assignments. He spent nights with you studying, gaming, drinking, any and everything. Now you were repaying him by acting like he was the killer from your dream.

“Ethan, please, i-I’m sorry,” your voice wavered when you began to cry, his face softened when he heard the hurt in your apology. “No, shit, fuck- I’m sorry. I’m being an asshole.” He sat up fully now, grabbing you and pulling you closer to him before wrapping his arms around you.

You wrapped your arms around him, sniffling and crying as you two stayed like that.

“I’m really sorry, Ethan- it was just scary. In the dream you…you…” You couldn’t even get the words out of your mouth, he wrapped around you more protectively, shielding you from anything outside of you two. One of his hands held the back of your head, a soft kiss pressed to your temple. “I would never hurt you, I hope you know that,” he whispered in your ear, continuing on. “I could never hurt you, ever. I mean- I might be a complete ass like I just was in some situations but…I could never hurt you like that. Okay? There is nothing to worry about.” He said to you, pulling away a little to wipe your tears as he looked down to you.

“I like you, Y/N…”

Your eyes widened in surprise, your mouth gaped open in surprise.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same, I just figured…uh.” He paused, taking a moment to get his thoughts together. “I just figured if there is a chance the killer has us on his hit list next then- I don’t want you to go on not knowing how I feel about you,” he said as you blushed deeply.

“I- what-,” you were at a loss for words, surprised by his sudden confession.

He laughed awkwardly, pulling away from you as he looked away. “God, I am horrible at reading signs,” he said, about to get up before you pulled on his arm.

“No, you’re not, I just. I thought you were the one not interested in me,” you admitted, there were countless of times you tried to hint to Ethan that you liked him, or that you wanted a kiss from him, all of which he had acted oblivious to.

“Are you kidding? When have I not shown interest in you,”

“Remember the party Chad took us to in spring, during rush? I told you how I always wanted to play that stupid bottle spin game where you kiss whoever it lands on?” You said as he laughed again, scrunching up his face in embarrassment.

“Okay, I…I was stupid for that.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I’ll try to read hints more clearly now, promise,” he chuckled, pulling you to him again.

“Oh really? I’d love to see how that works out.”

“It won’t go well,” he said, the two of you laughing before he smiled, leaning in closer. He looked in your eyes, searching for any hesitancy before he closed the gap and connected your lips together.

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unlady-like-12-25-36 · 2 years ago

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Happy Bunny Fest? || Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

A/n: Happy bday to our loving Tasha bear, who’s also my wife. And if it appears that I've taken down this post before, you're not seeing things, I did because tumblr hates me now 😒 so I reposted it

A/sn: This is written with Fem!reader. If that isn’t what you like do not read. And Plz be aware that it contains smutty content, but overall it's very fluffy. Read at your own risk

Contains: mild cursing, mommy kink, spit kink, a hint of exhibitionism and pet play if you squint. If there’s more, lmk

Translations:

котенок = kitten

Corazon = my heart

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It was a bright yet freezing early morning where everything was covered in about 5 inches of snow this year, leaving all the animals asleep for the winter. At the same time, some had already shed their spring coat and grown in their winter fur. Or if it were deer, elk even moose, they would have shed off their antlers. However, for the Avengers, it was an ordinary day at the compound; for once, everyone had a day off, which meant they had the freedom to sleep in. However, with it being Natasha's birthday, Tony had other ideas that led to a lot of grumbling for not letting the rest of the team sleep in for once, except for you and Natasha. And well, someone's got to keep the assassin at bay before Nat's party. I'm sorry. Let me rephrase that, Nat's birthday bash, that Natasha nearly threatened him for weeks to call it off just for making her birthday a big deal.

For those who don't know her well, You'd say she's pretty intimidating, no matter how much you want to deny how gorgeous she is. In reality, she's just someone who's never been shown kindness, love or even just taken a chance on her that's looking past her prickly exterior. And quite frankly, once you have, you'll be able to see that loving, soft yet protective person that she is. Or what you love to call her a bear, your Tasha bear. Well, that's only if you exclude the amount of sass she expresses daily. Fortunately for you, despite the irritability you've encountered when you first met, her life has changed for three and a half years since the day she was brought into Shield., especially during the fall of Shield. And yet, two years ago to today, both of you had officially become an item that led the whole team to let out their reliefs of not having to watch the both of you constantly pinning over each other. Yup, that’s right. You not only met her literally on the day of her birthday but Nat herself scored one with you three and a half years later on her birthday again since that day.

You were trying to soak up as much sleep as possible before Liho came in. Even then, it was short-lived as you started to hear her meowing at you and going as far as lighting tapping her paws on your arm and shoulders at how urgent it was for the sweet black cat to have her breakfast at her designated time. However, with it being your girlfriend's birthday, you didn't want to get up and miss the opportunity to admire her and snuggle her until she woke up. Fortunately, thanks to Tony, he's created a voice-activated feeding machine that produces food for Liho at times like this. But unlike any other cat feeding machines, this can make fresh wet cat food that Liho needs, especially at this time of the year when she's more prone to be dehydrated than usual.

When he made that cat-feeding machine, it surprised everyone since he had expressed his distaste for cats. Little did anyone know, just like Nat, Liho could sneak her way into everyone's hearts even if all it took were her adorable green beady eyes and a soft mew. However, Stark swayed when he was in his lab building one of his inventions just like any other day when he had asked his assistant robot to hand him one of his tools on the ground that was too far for him to leave his invention unattended. Yet, at that moment, as he had described the tool for the robot to get, Liho, who was grooming herself in her little corner of his lab, Liho had picked up the small screwdriver-like tool and brought it to him. But when the robot had not registered that Liho had done the job, it informed him that it was missing. Yet, just before he was ready to fire the robot from its job, Liho tapped her paw on his leg, leaving him pleasantly surprised that the cat did something nice for him. He was even thanking her with cat-friendly treats that he secretly kept around. That is until Natasha finally found Liho in his lab, going off on him for thinking that he was making her own cat turn into one of his robots. Thankfully because of Jarvis, it had shown what happened before she stormed in to get her cat. And even for an apology, he added in his generosity of creating a cat-feeding machine that made fresh wet cat food for Liho. Since then, Liho has never been healthier, no matter how much Natasha loves to deny that what Tony was feeding her wasn't real food.

Although it would be lovely to take a trip on memory lane of everything that had to do with Natasha and her constant antics when it comes to her cat, your mind is focused on all the ways to spoil her. As you had shifted over to Natasha's side to snuggle her, she had seamlessly and subconsciously turned things around with her laying on top of you with her head on your chest. This made you lightly chuckle and kiss the top of her head while running your fingers through her soft red hair. When she finally woke up, Natasha kissed where she could before lifting her head to groggily greet you with a good morning and a passionate make-out session.

"Seems like the birthday girl had a good dream last night", you say with a touch of a smirk on your face.

"I don't know who that might be, but she did say she enjoyed the well-earned rest, especially when it turns into a wet dream," she says in a way that's teasing.

"Well, whoever it might be is a lucky woman." At that moment, Natasha didn't waste any time and crashed her lips to yours while turning you fully on your back so she could straddle you, not once leaving your lips.

"Tasha, it's your day. Let me treat you."

"You're right. It is my day. So what I want is for my darling malyshka to please me. You wouldn't want to disobey me, do you?"

"N-no mommy."

"Good girl. Now be good and let mommy ride that pretty face."

As Natasha had positioned herself just above you, you were pleasantly surprised to see just how wet she was from that wet dream she had. No, she wasn't just wet. She's dripping for you, so much that it was starting to trickle down the inside of her knee. Without hesitation, you licked all that wetness off her legs and up to her core. Yet, as you licked the lips of her core, she shivered in pleasure as if she were electrocuted, only to push herself back down to your mouth. As she did, you started to tease her, licking and sucking anywhere except where she needed it the most. Nipping at the skin inside her thighs that surely leaves marks for weeks.

"Behave котенок. Don't make me upset and punish you."

"Sorry, mommy" with that, you held onto her thighs and ass and ate her out like it was your last meal. You gave her the bonus of lightly nipping at her clit, making her moan your name even louder and gripping your hair as a way to keep you close to her as possible.

"F*ck, y/n just like that!" She says as she now entirely sits on your face and tightly grips the headboard as you deliciously fuck her with your mouth.

At the same time, your room was filled with lewd noises from both of you. And even though both of you had seemingly forgotten to tell Jarvis to turn on soundproofing, none of you seemed to care if the whole team was hearing what was happening in both of your rooms. Even at that moment, just as everything for Natasha's party was set up, the whole team thought it was a good idea to roll in a small breakfast buffet for the both of you. However, not even five feet from your door, they soon realised why it was so easy to set up the party and not constantly worry when Natasha would show up in the middle of preparing like she does every year.

"Yes! Yes! Ah -God! Right there! Rught. There!" She yells, making you plunge two fingers right inside her at a brutal pace while you lick and suck her clit. Thus making her moan even louder for you.

As soon as the team heard a tiny bit of what was happening, they decided to hold off the party until what Tony called your loving sessions, a "bunny fest", was over.

Which, you had to admit, is true. Both you and Nat did have high sex drives, making Steve a lot more grumpy today than any other day because of how much both of you couldn't keep your hands to yourself. Therefore, ruining every piece of his opportunity to have a good time with the team.

Then as you roughly bit at Natasha's clit and thrust your fingers in a particular spot, you made her cum right in your mouth. It even made her squirt all over your face. Still, that didn't stop you from continuously eating her out as you helped her ride out her high. When she had her fill of you, she got off and licked all of her wetness off your face before bringing you in for a kiss with a taste of herself in your mouth. However, before she pulled back, she bit and licked at your lip, asking for entrance. When you complied, your tongue eagerly met with hers, letting her whirl her tongue in your mouth.

"Now that's a good girl." She said when she broke the kiss. She caressed it with her hand, softly holding your cheek and told you to open your mouth. As you obeyed her command, Natasha softly let some of her saliva fall from her lips and into your mouth. And because it was her birthday, she did three times before telling you to swallow. While you had swallowed her saliva, you kept your gaze on her eyes filled with lust. Yet, she dominantly gave you an expectant look.

"What do you say котенок?"

"Thank you, mommy."

"That's what I thought. Let this be your last warning, bunny. I don't like it when my pet disobeys me."

"Yes, mommy, I'm sor-" then, before you could finish your sentence, Tony begrudgingly bangs on the door

"If you're done fucking like bunnies, I suggest not starting again!" He yells through the door, making both of you laugh at how flustered the whole team must be after hearing how good you fucked Natasha.

"F*ck off, Stark! No one told you to listen!" You yelled back.

"I planned a birthday party! Not a kinky party!" With that, he walked away, hoping that was enough to convince both of you to leave the comfort of your bed, no matter how much you were caught up in Nat's lustful gaze.

And yet, much to your dismay, both of you decided that it was best to continue your sex-crazed session later. No matter how much the both of you dreaded Tony's party for Nat, that's been planned for weeks. So before the Maximoff twins get involved again, like last time, you and Natasha rushed your asses through the door.

After the party, both of you had never felt more relieved for it to be over. When both had settled in for the night, you decided now was the best time to give her your gift. When you reached under the bed in your secret compartment, you took her present out and sat next to your girlfriend.

"Happy birthday, Corazon," you say as you hand it to her.

When she ripped the wrapping paper off, it revealed a small black box. When she opened it, it contained a beautiful eccentric pendant that she hadn't seen anything like it before.(the picture of the kind of pendant i was imagining is the one above underneath nat’s suggestive eyebrow raising smirk gif)

"It's beautiful, Detka. Thank you," making her happily cry for the first time since meeting her. While you brought her into your arms and sweetly kissed her.

"This pendant I’m giving you isn't just any ordinary necklace. It's made from my home planet, Pandora, where I'm from, and it's been handed down for generations in my family. So now, wherever you're away, you have a piece of me with you."

"Detka, I- I don't know what to say. Are you sure?"

"For someone who's never been shown love or what it means to be a person and still bounce back to be the best version of yourself, I'd say you're more than worthy of being part of my family - even if they're all gone." You assured her with a loving smile, making her peck your lips once more and press her forehead with yours, enjoying the small, intimate moment among yourselves.

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whump-card · 1 year ago

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Sunless Lives Part 14: I Can’t Die Here

~2370 words

CW: aftermath of implied noncon, vampire whump, vampire feeding, offscreen fighting, carewhumper

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Ariella - which he was allowed to call her when they were alone - was kind.

She’d given him his own room in the main lodge of her sprawling ranch - home to more than three dozen vampires. She’d already bought him two books in the month that he’d been there, and the promise of more hung on his good behavior. She’d bought a whole wardrobe for him. Everything was soft and stretchy and skimpy for easy access, but she let him pick the colors.

He’d picked black, to hide the stains.

She still followed all of Lara’s old safety rules: no keeping the same wound open for too long, for fear of infection; and no bites near the ‘danger zones’ of major arteries.

She never made him scream. She never hurt him for no reason.

It could be worse.

That’s what he told himself as she got up from the bed, and he pressed a clean cloth to a fresh bite on his outer forearm. His bedroom was large, and ostentatious, all dark rustic woods and woven fabrics. A small window showed a glimpse of mountains, and a thickly starry night sky. A massive deer head loomed above him on the wall - another one of Ariella’s prizes.

It could be worse.

He reached down and pulled a sheet up to cover himself - but Ariella caught it and twitched it away.

“Leave it,” she said gently, “I want to look at you.” She smiled down at him, her face sweet and round. Unintimidating, if you didn’t know her, which is why she refused to show it around strangers. She preferred to radiate power; but she needed no veil around Simon for him to feel that. He was helpless in her possession.

It could be worse.

Simon lay back, exposed, closing his eyes to stifle the pinpricks of tears that were forming. He longed for Matthew. His smile. His laugh. His quiet acceptance of all the ways in which Simon was broken. The way he made Simon feel smart, and funny. Simon's heart felt like it was burning a hole in his chest. Matthew would be dead if Simon weren’t here right now - that had to be worth it.

It could be -

“What was that?”

Simon opened his eyes to see Ariella, posed with her flannel dressing gown half-pulled on and her head cocked, listening.

“I don’t hear -” Simon started. Ariella silenced him with a raised hand. After a second longer she sprung into action, tying her robe tightly and striding to the door.

“Something’s wrong,” she said, uncharacteristically serious, “Stay here.”

Simon sat up to watch her leave, not sure what to feel. Something being wrong on the ranch could be good for him - a distraction that would keep Ariella away from him for a night or two.

Or it could be very bad. He had yet to see her angry.

He tied the cloth around his bitten forearm and went to his wardrobe. He got dressed quickly, in flowy shorts and a wide-necked t-shirt, both black. He hoped that the problem was something silly she would laugh with him about later, like a horse escaping.

Then he heard the screams.

They came from the west wing, where the stables were, and ended quickly. They weren’t wordless screams - they were certainly frightened, but they sounded like they were trying to communicate something. From this distance, Simon couldn’t tell. Then there was a crash, and the unmistakable sounds of fighting. Shouts, gunshots.

Simon shrank back against the wardrobe, hope and fear fighting each other in his chest. It could be the VIU, they could be here for him - but that’s impossible. Yarl told Simon himself, before the trade: no one would come for him. Which left… an attack by another vampire family.

The fear won out, and Simon scrambled to open the wardrobe and hide inside. This muffled the sounds of battle, but he could still hear that they ended suddenly. A long minute passed where he could only hear his own quick breathing, then it started again, closer this time. Whoever they were, they were moving towards him.

What if they’re here for you.

Simon pressed himself further back into the wardrobe, his heart pounding.

What if it’s Mr Rhodes?

What if it’s Gloria?

What if it’s…

What if it’s him?

A single set of heavy footsteps passed the door to the room. Simon held his breath, and they continued on. Soon after, the sounds of fighting started up in the east wing. These defenders sounded more prepared, more organized, and it lasted longer. Simon couldn’t listen anymore, he pressed his hands over his ears. He had no idea who to root for, or which outcome would be better for him. Maybe they’d all kill each other, and he could escape.

He eventually lifted his hands from his ears to discover silence. He couldn’t hear a single sound coming from anywhere in the massive lodge. He eased the door open a crack. Still nothing. He emerged from the wardrobe, and moved silently to the door of the room. What if this was his chance? What if he could slip out in the aftermath?

Suddenly he heard the heavy footsteps, marching swiftly towards him. He stumbled back from the door, Hide! his brain screamed, but the footsteps had already stopped, they were already opening the door, and standing there was -

Was -

“Matthew?” Simon breathed.

Matthew, beaten bloody, with an oozing bullet wound in his upper left arm. He wore all black, as usual, a long sleeved t-shirt and jeans. His knuckles were raw and red, and he carried a dented and bloody metal baseball bat that slipped out of his fingers and clattered loudly to the floor as he stood there, looking at Simon.

“Matthew!” Simon rushed forward, throwing his arms around Matthew’s neck and sobbing. “Oh my god, Matthew, how are you here, are you okay? Matthew, Matthew, I can’t believe it -”

Matthew seized Simon’s waist and sank his teeth into his shoulder.

Simon gripped the back of Matthew’s shirt tightly, sucking in a little hiss of air. His eyes stared blankly, wide and tearful, as the vampire wrapped his arms around him and fed.

“Matthew?” he whispered. But he knew it wasn’t Matthew anymore. Simon twisted slightly, trying to pull away, to no avail.

“Matthew?” He didn’t know what else to say. He couldn’t think straight. His heart skipped a beat and he knew that much longer of this on top of what Ariella took would leave him unable to walk - or run.

“Okay, Matthew?” he tapped the vampire’s back rapidly, his voice shaking, “Mathew, it’s time to stop. You need to stop.”

To his surprise, Matthew - the vampire - Matthew - released Simon and stepped back, baring his new incisors as he ran his tongue over his bloody lips and teeth.

“Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry in the least, “I haven’t fed from a human since I turned.”

Simon swayed on his feet, blood leaking from his shoulder. Old instincts kicked in: Keep him talking.

“Oh wow,” he said, his voice sounding like it belonged to someone else, “How long ago was that?”

“Three weeks. Listen,” the vampire clearly wasn't keen on conversation, “We have a long drive ahead of us. Pack for three nights.” He crossed his arms and looked at Simon expectantly.

Simon gulped.

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you home, to DC.”

“What about Mrs Peacock, and -”

“They’re all dead.”

“How -”

“Pack and put on your shoes or I’m taking you with nothing,” the vampire spat.

“I don’t…” Simon couldn’t process what was happening. There was no way Matthew could have killed nearly forty vampires all by himself. Many of them were grade As, too. And now he wanted to take Simon home? For what purpose?

“Am I… yours, now?” Simon asked.

The vampire laughed.

“I wish! No, human-me was smart. He put my smartphone, all of my IDs, bank cards, and stock information into a box and gave it to Gina for safekeeping until you were home safe. There’s no way I would have been able to torture the location out of her, you know how she is. Easier just to get you, and exchange you for my things.”

Simon’s eyes flitted over Matthew’s injuries, his bloody knuckles, and the metal bat.

“Easier?” he whispered.

“Pack,” the vampire ordered, suddenly stern again, “I'm going to shower. Clean yourself up too, I don’t want blood in my car.”

He brushed past Simon and went into the en-suite. He didn’t bother closing the door, but he was out of sight, leaving Simon alone in the bedroom.

Simon’s legs gave out, and he sat down hard on the braided wool rug beneath him.

Matthew. Matthew is a vampire. He… He set up a bribe, for himself, to rescue you.

Matthew turned himself into a vampire for you.

Simon began to sob uncontrollably. Matthew was gone. Matthew was dead. And it was Simon’s fault.

Matthew certainly had been smart about it - once the government confirms a person is a vampire, their accounts are frozen and Border Control is alerted to their identity. A top priority for a new vampire is draining their accounts, cashing in their assets, and - if they have no ‘family’ - possibly fleeing the country for somewhere with no organized agencies like the VIU. Whatever Gina has, Matthew - the vampire - must need it to start a new life.

Simon wasn’t thinking about any of that, though. The blinding grief had abated just enough to make him realize that he had to go with Matthew. There was no other option; if the vampire left without him, Simon would be stranded on the ranch in the middle of God-knows-where. Based on the mountains and forests he could see from the windows, Simon guessed somewhere in the northwest - he’d never been good at geography, and no one had ever informed him of their location. There were a few cars on the premises, but Simon didn’t know how to drive. And since he was never let outside, he didn’t even have shoes.

I don’t even have shoes.

“What the fuck are you sitting here crying for? Let’s go.”

Matthew stood over him, glowering down, his hair dripping. Simon hadn’t heard him get out of the shower over his own crying. He lifted his tear-streaked face. Now that Matthew was clean, it was revealed that most of the blood on him hadn’t been his. The various scrapes and bruises he did have, and the bullet wound, were already healing. Unusually fast, even for a vampire.

“I don’t have shoes,” Simon said, his voice high and strained.

“Ugh,” Matthew strode to the door - and left. Simon stared after him, his heart rate rising.

Did he just leave? Is he leaving me behind? What if I starve here? Me, and the horses, and -

The others in the basement.

He’d never seen them, but he knew from Ariella talking with her lackeys that all the other vampires on the ranch were sustained by blood drawn from a handful of humans kept in the basement. And… Simon didn’t like to think about it, but the few times Ariella had overfed from him, he’d been given real blood to recover. From somewhere.

He struggled to his feet, intent on chasing after Matthew as best he could, but there the vampire was, in the doorway. He held a pair of boots, and an empty backpack.

“Try these,” he ordered, tossing the boots at Simon’s feet.

Simon quickly pulled them on as he talked, doing his best to ignore that they were warm.

“There are other humans trapped here, in the basement, if we don’t let them out they’ll starve down there,” he babbled, “And the horses too, please, I don’t want the horses to die -”

“Stop,” Matthew interrupted, “Someone here’s gotta have a cell phone, right? We’ll call 911 on our way out.”

For a moment Simon was stunned that Matthew agreed to do something.

“Thank you Matthew, thank you so much -”

“Don’t tie yourself in knots, I just figure you’ll be easier to deal with if I’m nice to you. Now would you fucking pack already.” His voice grew harsh and he threw the backpack at Simon.

“Yes!” Simon yelped, “Yes sir, sorry sir!” His face immediately heated as he realized he’d fallen into old habits. He turned his back on Matthew’s delighted smirk and went to the wardrobe, but he had to grab the handle to steady himself. He cautiously turned back to the vampire.

“I need to take care of my shoulder first.”

Matthew huffed.

“Fine. Make it quick.”

Simon went to a bedside cabinet where all his medical supplies were stored. Matthew had left a clean pair of punctures; Simon pulled off his bloodied shirt and made quick work of cleaning and bandaging them, and the bite on his arm for good measure. He also stuffed handfuls of bandages and antiseptic wipes into the backpack, anticipating the worst. He felt Matthew’s eyes wandering over his body, and he went to the wardrobe and put on a new, identical top. Then he grabbed handfuls of clothes and stuffed them into the backpack.

“I like your new style,” Matthew commented.

“It’s not mine,” Simon replied. He didn’t want to sound argumentative, but he couldn’t let anyone think he was dressed like this by choice.

“It should be. I always hated how stuffy you dressed, all slacks and button-downs 24-7.”

Simon stilled. He knew how the psychological change into vampirism worked - contrary to popular belief, a vampire is not the same person as before but with no filter or moral compass. No, becoming a vampire changes you into an entirely different person.

But they keep all their human memories.

“You didn’t like it?” He couldn’t help his curiosity.

“No. Human me thought you were repressing yourself or something. I just think it’s lame. Let’s go.”

Simon pulled the backpack onto his good shoulder and jogged to keep up with Matthew. He’d have to be careful what he asked - he didn’t want to learn something that would ruin his memory of Matthew.

Having to hang out with what is essentially your boyfriend’s possessed corpse is pretty memory-ruining already.

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not-a-space-alien · 2 years ago

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Savage Sunset Chapter 20S

In this chapter:

Warnings: Discussion of disordered eating and self-harm/cutting

Thank you for waiting so patiently for chapter 20!! btw I know the dual chapter format doesn't work super well for dialogue-heavy chapters, so I'll probably try something different the first time I get to a chapter where I think having two perspectives doesn't benefit the narrative.

Story masterpost

Complementary chapter

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"Do you have a moment to talk about our Lord and savior, Jesus Christ?"

Ari looked Bailey up and down, hand still on the doorknob, as though trying to decide if she wanted to just shut the door again. "You think you're so funny. You're gonna need Jesus to save you if you don't knock that shit off."

Bailey sauntered in. "You're right. We're actually here to deliver a pizza. You want an XL or medium?" He hooked his arm around Jerome’s shoulders.

"What is this, dinner and a show?" Ari shut the door.

"Nah, we’re not doing standup. The show is what this is for.” He gestured to his acoustic guitar, slung across his back.

"You think you're so goddamn funny."

"You know you love us."

"Only because nobody else will."

Bailey grinned widely, then turned towards Valen. "And there's the man of the hour! You're gonna eat like a king tonight."

Valen pressed himself fearfully into the back of the couch. Uh-oh, was he still scared of them? It made sense…Although Jerome and Bailey had handed Valen back over to them, they had…handled him a little roughly, not wanting to risk their own safety.

"It is man, right?" Bailey continued. "Jerome insisted it was man.”

“You were all juiced up on T when you got here,” Jerome added. “So I assumed. Sorry you haven’t been able to get your juice while you’ve been here. It’s clearly worn off by now.”

Valen looked at them like a deer caught in the headlights. Lex’s heart suddenly broke, realizing how foolish this must seem from his perspective. Referring to someone as man or woman must feel trivial when in a room with four people who you’re afraid would murder or torture you.

“S-sir, with all due respect,” Valen said, voice trembling, confirming Lex’s suspicions. “I appre-appreciate the apology, but I worry more about having my personal structural integrity respected than my gender identity.”

The four humans all looked at each other awkwardly.

“Right…” Jerome said. “Listen. I know an I’m sorry isn’t gonna do jack shit for something like….this. But we really do mean it. We’re sorry. That’s why we’re here to try and make up for it, even if it’s just a little bit.”

Valen burst into tears. “You left me there, you just left me there, all of you. You just watched. And you’re the kind ones. What hope do I have, on either side of the border?”

Lex came over and wrapped her arms around him. “Shh, shh, you’re okay,” she soothed.

He wriggled away from her, sobbing. “I’m not okay! I’m very much not! I’m a starved and injured vampire in a room with four vampire hunters, who helped someone torture me! I would say this is as far from okay as one can be!”

Fuck. Fuck. Lex had been imagining it’d be smooth sailing from here, but…obviously that had been foolish. Of course. “Give him some space, Alex.” Ari pulled her away and used the dreaded Alex.

Jerome sat down on the edge of the bed. Valen clutched the blanket to himself, tears streaming down his face. “I get it,” Jerome said. “We suck. I know we suck. I’m sorry we suck. Please let us try and suck a bit less by helping you.”

Valen loosened his death grip on the blanket.

“You’re safe,” Lex said. “I promise you’re safe now.”

“We realized how fucked up it was, what we did,” Ari said. “And now we’re trying to fix it. That’s it.”

“Okay,” Valen said, voice wobbly. “Thank you.”

“Do you want us to just feed you and leave?” Jerome said. “We were gonna, um, kind of hang out, but…well, if it’s just gonna make you feel worse, we don’t have to hang around.”

Valen made a visible attempt to calm himself down, closing his eyes. “You can go about your business. I won’t–I don’t mind. I’ll stay out of the way. You won’t even know I’m here.”

“Er,” said Jerome, awkwardly fiddling with one of his locs. “No, I mean, we were going to hang out here, with you, to try and make you feel better.”

He looked positively overwhelmed by the prospect of being the center of attention of four vampire hunters. He shrank down. “I–I–I–”

“It’s okay,” Bailey said, sitting down and putting an arm around Valen. “Breathe, babydoll. It’s okay.”

Tears finally brimmed over in his eyes, and his lip lifted in a fearful snarl. “Why did you think it would be okay to do that to me even if I wasn’t innocent? Why do you think anyone deserves that? I was in there for six months, locked in the coffin except to be taken out and tortured, and you didn’t even give me a chance, you kidnapped me and tortured me, you didn’t even let me talk, and–and–” His protest dissolved into wretched sobs. “Why do you think it’s okay to do that to any living creature? You’re monsters.”

Fuck. Fuck. This isn’t going to work. Lex’s optimism crumbled. It’s not going to work. What we did is too big of a hurdle to get over. He won’t ever trust us. Not after what we did.

Bailey eased back, face dark. The humans all looked at each other awkwardly as Valen continued to bawl. Lex felt Ari’s comforting hand squeezing her own.

“Listen…” Jerome said, patting the blanket. “Like I said, saying sorry can only go so far. Trying to make it up to you can only go so far. I’m not saying it’s right, or we should have let it happen. But maybe you’ll be less freaked out if you understand. Most of us have lost family members to vampires. We know what happens to them. They just get taken and snatched up out of nowhere, thrown into the meat grinder. It’s happened to us, and it can happen again, to anyone we care about, at any time. I don’t know if you’ve ever been through something like that, but it….does things to you. Makes you numb. Makes you care less about things you’d normally care about. Makes you think someone on the other side should have a turn suffering. Makes you think maybe you should just let the unthinkable happen if it means it can stop the flow of blood.”

“It’s fucked,” Bailey says, tears welling in his eyes. “The whole thing is just fucked. Valen, man, please, you gotta understand. The only vampires we ever meet are the ones who cross the border, and they're usually the worst of the worst. We never met anyone like you before. We’re on edge all the time, knowing every night someone wants to kidnap or kill us. Obviously I’m not saying it was right, but surely you gotta understand at least a little bit, right? We’re not total monsters, I promise we aren’t.”

“You know what vampires are capable of,” Ari added. “You know how they can be dangerous. But you don’t feel it like we do. You’ve never been a prey animal.”

Valen squeezed his eyes shut and took in deep breaths. “Yes,” he said carefully, like he was trying to convince himself most of all. “I understand, in theory, the reasons behind your actions.”

“I’m sorry it took us so long to realize,” Lex said. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry we just ignored the way you were suffering.” The guilt was eating her alive.

To her relief, his face softened, and he breathed in and out for a moment, calming himself. “Okay. I understand why you did it. I do. It’s just difficult to feel safe.”

Maybe we can still salvage this. Maybe we aren’t unforgivable. “We’ve learned our lesson,” Lex said. “We’re not gonna let something like that happen again, to you or to anyone.”

Valen nodded. “Thank you. Thank you, ma’am.”

“There, see? Everything’s okay.” Bailey slung his guitar around and started to pluck a few strings. “Now, time for dinner and a show!”

Great Bailey, I’m sure that’ll make him feel all better. But to her surprise, Valen smiled, clearly amused. It still felt…a little weird, to see a vampire be amused at jokes. As though before now she hadn’t expected vampires to have any personality beyond wanting to hurt her. “Excellent,” he said timidly. “I’ll be sure to spread the word about the excellent service at your establishment, haha!”

“Oh he’s funny,” Jerome said.

“Yeah, yeah, he’s funny, but he’s also fucking hungry I bet. Time to chow down, big guy.” Bailey rolled his sleeve up. “Ari said the arm is an option, yeah?”

“Um…” Valen shrank back. “I can’t bite–You–you pulled my fangs out.”

Bailey blinked. “Ah. Shit. We did.”

Ari wordlessly handed over her knife.

“Right…” Bailey said. He took the knife unhappily. Jerome looked like someone had threatened to stab him, and took a step back without a word. Valen looked at him apprehensively.

“All right, here I go,” Bailey said, looking queasy. He positioned the knife over his arm, in the spot where it seemed safest. He took in a pained, hissing breath as he made a cut with the knife.

“Jesus, you big baby,” Ari said.

“Ey, ey, some of us don’t see blood once a month, ya know. Only when something’s the matter.” He sat on the edge of the bed and held his bleeding arm out to Valen. “Eat up.”

“Thank you, sir,” Valen said politely, and bobbed his head in a bow. He leaned forward and took Bailey’s arm delicately, drinking in small, dainty sips.

“There ya go,” Bailey said, ruffling Valen’s hair. “Bet that feels better.”

Valen finished his drink, swiping his tongue over the wound to close it, then bringing his head back up, licking his lips. “It does. Thank you, sir.”

Lex looked with concerns towards Jerome, who was still cowering against the wall. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Ari said. “The two of us are plenty.”

“Is everything okay?” Lex said. “Like, something up?”

“Um.” Jerome swallowed and drew forwards, wringing his hands. “No, I–I want to help. I want to help him get better. I do. I just…”

“Is getting fed from too much, even if it’s from an open cut?” Lex said. “Blood loss affect you?”

“Um..” Jerome nervously shook his head. “I, no, that’s not it. I-”

“Don’t feel obligated, sir, it’s quite all right,” Valen said placatingly. “I’ve had more than enough for today.”

“I want to,” Jerome said, sounding like he was about to cry. “I do, I’m sorry. I just can’t, man. I’m sorry.”

Bailey squeezed his shoulder. “You don’t have to tell them, J-man.”

“No, I…Okay, yeah, I want to.” Jerome sighed. He rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie, revealing a series of scars striped up his forearm. They looked old, but they were easy to see because they were raised and bumpy, and darker in color than his already-dark skin. “I just, um…I just got some baggage about cutting myself,” he said, swallowing thickly.

Fuck. As though Lex couldn’t fuck up more than she already had, she’d asked a guy with a history of self harm–and a pretty bad one by the look of it–to cut himself. She hadn’t even thought about it being hard for anyone besides Valen. “Oh…Of course. Don’t worry about it. Whatever you can handle. It’s fine if you can’t.”

Valen looked at Jerome’s arm uncomprehendingly. “I would never force you, sir. I promise. I don’t know….why, or who would make you do that, but…”

What? He thought someone forced Jerome…?

Valen shrunk back fearfully. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry if that was rude, sir, I am–I just don’t understand, I-”

Oh. Oh. Of course he wouldn’t understand. Vampires didn’t scar, and they probably didn’t cut themselves in fits of depression either. Why would they?

Jerome laughed, his thick voice breaking up the tension in the air. “Of course. Oh my God. Vampires don’t scar, so of course you wouldn’t know. I can’t imagine they self-harm either.” He ran his fingers over his forearm. “I…did this myself. When I was younger.”

“What? Why?” Valen blurted out, sounding horrified, and then he cringed, as though realizing he shouldn’t have been so forward.

“It’s hard to describe,” Jerome said. “I was…in a lot of emotional pain. It felt like…I didn’t deserve to not be in pain, in a way, that I deserved it. Or maybe it was easier to have a bigger problem. A cut on the arm is easier to treat than feeling like shit, you know? You probably wouldn’t get it, but it made sense to my brain at the time.”

Valen looked down at his hands on his lap, before looking back up. “I…do get it. More than I care to admit. I…often starved myself for similar reasons. I felt too guilty to eat. Too guilty for existing. I never cut myself, but I often had self-inflicted pain. It was….stupid.”

Jerome let out a slightly choked murmur of pity, putting a hand on Valen’s shoulder. “It wasn’t stupid, man, neither of us were. I mean, heck, for you, it at least made sense, right? Because you felt guilty for drinking people’s blood, yeah? That’s only natural.”

“No, I…I still did that to myself even when I started drinking the imported blood.”

The…imported blood? It was becoming increasingly obvious from this conversation that, although they had certain things in common, there was clearly a huge cultural gap between them.

Valen picked up on their confusion immediately. “There are specialty shops on the other side of the border who import blood from overseas. Where there’s infrastructure for collecting it from paid volunteers. Places where things are kinder.”

“That’s awesome!” Lex said. “Holy shit!” She’d never thought about that possibility. The thought gave her some hope, that there were vampires that cared in this part of the world.

Valen nodded. “Yes. So I shouldn’t have felt guilty for eating then, but… It still lingered.” He looked up at Jerome. “I wouldn’t have thought humans would have any reason to feel that way. You’re innocent.”

Jerome gave him a sad smile. “It’s so much more complicated than that, man. We got…things to cope with even though we don’t have to drink blood, ya know? I dunno if you want me to dump all this on you, but my… I was depressed as fuck growing up. It’s easy to fall into when things seem so hopeless. It’s so hard to stay outta jail, when it feels like they’re trying to get you in there. And my… the first time doing it was when…”

He put his head in his hands, starting to cry. Bailey sat down and put his arms around him. “It’s okay. You’re all right.”

“When my Daddy found out I was gay,” Jerome choked out. “And I told him I was worried about–about catching GRID, or whatever that-that gay flu going around is, that people are dying from and he said- he said maybe it would be better if I did.” He broke down into full-blown sobs.

Lex and Ari had been mostly casual acquaintances with Bailey and Jerome until this point, mostly just on the basis of them both being obviously in same-sex relationships and relating on those grounds. But now, Lex suddenly felt so privileged to be trusted with a story like this. She came over and sat on the other side of Jerome, adding herself to the hug. Ari followed suit.

“I’m…sorry, sir,” Valen’s voice said from behind them. “That’s unbelievably cruel. I’m sorry that happened to you.”

Jerome sniffed and looked up at him, wiping his eyes. “Yeah,” he said, voice wobbly. “But hey, I don’t have to care about what he thinks anymore. Fuck him, haha. I got everyone I need right here.”

“Yeah, man, yeah you do.”

Jerome disentangled himself from the hug. “Well–Well I don’t care that my blood ain’t good enough for the Red Cross–it’s good enough for you, and you know blood better than they do. Come on, let’s figure out some way to make this work, huh?”

The group tossed ideas around, and hemmed and hmmed for a while, before Jerome eventually agreed that it would be okay to make two pinpricks, like a bite, rather than a cut. It took a lot longer to get the blood out, but Jerome didn’t mind, and good-naturedly played with Valen’s hair while he did so.

Valen licked his lips when he was done, looking satisfied. “Thank you, sir. I feel much better now.”

“Well, we ain’t done yet!” Bailey jovially picked up his guitar. “Get ready!”

“R-ready for what?” Valen stammered.

“He’s gonna play you a song,” Lex said. Oh boy, hopefully this goes okay… Don’t ruin a good evening, Bails.

“It’s supposed to make you feel better,” Jerome said. “If you’d rather not, we don't have to.”

Valen drew the covers further up himself. “That-that sounds nice. That could be nice. Thank you.”

“Right,” Bailey said. His fingers started working at the guitar strings, plucking out a jaunty tune. “Now I’m good on the guitar here, and Jerome’s got the golden pipes, so I’m gonna let him lead, and I’ll be the backup singer.”

Jerome reached into his bag and pulled out a tambourine, shaking it. “And you ladies might know the words to this song, so feel free to sing along.” This with a wink at Valen, which caused him to slide down into the couch.

Jerome started singing.

Oh it happened one night when the moon was bright

And full, but not as full as my heart.

Ari let out a groan. “Of course you picked this one.” This was an old joke of a song, a story about a guy being too horny for his own good, trying to court a vampire, and getting killed for it. It was light-hearted, so Lex pushed down her doubt about how it would be received.

Lex grabbed Ari’s hands, dancing around a little bit and starting to sing along. “Come on, come on!”

When I saw her, I knew she could tear me apart

She was pale and dead and covered in blood but hey

Nobody’s perfect

And she paralyzed me with a glance

No persuasion needed

And no sooner had my lips touched hers

Than all the blood had left my body

But it was worth it in the end as the feeling fled my limbs.

Valen went beet red, apparently getting the meaning of the song on this verse. Lex was about to check in with him if this was good-natured teasing or genuine bullying, before Bailey knelt down next to him, gesturing to him like a showman.

Oh you’re so big and bad it’s true

But that’s what I like about you

Jerome knelt on his other side, shaking the tambourine.

It’s true that you could snap me in half

But baby, maybe I’m into that.

Valen tossed the covers over his head, mortified.

And if this ends with me getting all my stuff sucked out, Well,

That’s sort of what I was hoping for.

They all pointed at him for the next part, which was an animalistic growl. He didn’t see this as he still had the covers over his head, but he cautiously peeked out and saw them, looking like a student unprepared for a test.

“I’m sorry,” he stuttered. “I don’t know the words.”

“Oh, this part is just a big growl,” Bailey said.

Valen’s eyes bounced around the room.

“Go on,” Jerome said. “Give us your scariest growl.”

Valen nervously gave a squeak, which could be called a growl if you were feeling generous, which they were. He was clearly too nervous to give a real growl, the kind they’d heard from the basement before they’d come to their senses.

They all cheered for him, like he was a celebrity. Possibly the first iteration of the song that’d had a real vampire give the growl part, and it was fun despite the lackluster contribution on Valen’s part.

And more importantly, Valen looked delighted, looking around at the four of them like he hadn’t expected them to value his contribution.

He looked over to Lex and Ari, expression unreadable.

“There,” Bailey said, setting his guitar to the side. “Now that the performance is over, how about some Monopoly?”

Lex groaned. “Only if you don’t go as hard as humanly possible.”

“Not my fault if I play to win.”

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An Unexpected Kindness

Summary: After A crazy few days, Arendith sits back, reflecting. But things get dramatic once she falls into a trance and her companion is looking for a snack.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Partial Nudity, Mentions of Blood

Arendith sat with arms wrapped around her knees, back hunched to allow her chin to rest on their tops. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and inched her toes into the muddy silt, wiggling them free from the cold muck cautiously. She sighed, elven ears twitching picking up the sounds of nature all around her. For the first time since she found herself mid-air falling from a nautiloid ship, she felt centered and even slightly dare she say it? At ease? It had just been such a crazy few days... finding people strewn about the beach... Pulling a wizard from a rock.. and.. Oh Yes.. her favourite.. being conned. Of course, she was used to his particular flavour of action. Pull knives and ask questions later. Little did he know she pegged him right away. She smelt him miles away. You can’t fool a bloodhound and she was used to hunting. She slipped into memories of Alistair sending her out frequently to hunt his ilk when they had disappeared. Following alongside leather long lead in hand attached to a metal collar and muzzle. She wondered if she had snarled out loud when she had scented Astarion.

She had kept her mouth shut as Astarion had pointed to his quarry, ears flickering to his movement as he drew the blade to her throat. In those situations, one must always see what they can glean from their surroundings, and her ears heard silence where there should be sound. She went about with his play tucking the information away she could use this man to her advantage. She tried to weasel it out of him.. and yet even after finding his boar, he was tight-lipped.

She reached across her body to grab her glass and threw the liquid back before chucking the chalice in frustration. She heard a few companions heading to clean up by the river. She rolled her eyes, likely the whole Universe heard Karlach rushing her way down, whooping and hollering. Arendith pocketed a few things before getting up and dusting off her dress as Karlach ran into view.

“We’re gonna have a swim. Care to join us, Soldier?”

“Ahh, rather not tonight.. I’ve got some stuff to sort out for potions and the like..” she shuffled nervously; she was thrown off her game. She waved her hand in adieu and stalked back to camp, noticing the vampire as soon as it came into view. She wasn’t sure she could trust him; she didn’t know his motives. He flirted carelessly, attempting to win her over to his side surely, but what his ultimate goal was, she couldn’t glean. When he looked up from his book at her settling into her bedroll, she saw the look in his eyes. She felt his pain; he was hungry. Arendith just rolled onto her side, trying not to look like she was in the fetal position. He’d eventually slip or ask for help if he was that hungry. Tonight, she would enjoy the night wind and trance under the stars.

Before she knew it, her ears twitched her into awareness; something stalked above her, and she didn’t take it kindly. Arendith lunged forward, missing Astarion’s throat by millimeters. She hissed, teeth bared before her deep green eyes landed on his face.

“Shit…” he uttered.

“Astarion, what in the hells do you think you are doing?” she muttered angrily.

“No, no! It’s not what it looks like, I swear!”

“Mhmm.. Right, you weren’t about to crawl on top of me -”

He cut her off. “I wasn’t going to hurt you! I just needed, well… Blood.”

Arendith did her damnest not to laugh at the idiot standing before her. She sighed, exhausted but thankful this part of the game was over.

“It’s not what you think - I’m not some kind of monster. I feed on animals! Boars, deer, kobolds - whatever I can get. I’m just too slow right now. Too weak. If I had a bit of blood, I could think clearly. Fight better. Please.”

Arendith relaxed as he opened his mind through their tadpole link to show her. Her skin crawled with emotions that hit a bit too close to home. She shuddered before she could stop herself.

“Why didn’t you just tell me before Astarion?” She tossed her blankets aside before looking around to ensure nobody had heard the scuffle and awoken.

He sighed, opening his mouth and hesitating before saying, “At best, I was sure you’d say no. More likely, you’d ram a stake through my ribs.”

She grabbed his hand, pulling him up as she walked through the camp.

“No, I needed you to trust me. And you can trust me.” Astarion said, panicked, unsure if she was about to stake or chew him out.

“I do trust you, Astarion. This all cou-”

He cut her off. “Thank you. Do you think you could trust me just a little further? I only need a taste, I swear.

She pulled him into her tent and tied the flaps before motioning to a second bedroll encased in a pathetic-looking pillow and blanket nest. She sat cross-legged before motioning for him to join her.

“Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?” Astarion said almost flirtatiously.

Arendith closed her eyes without a thought, reaching to remove her collar. She set it beside her reverently before removing her camp shirt and crooked her neck to the side.

“Darling, as much as I’d love to indulge your offer, I am starving.”

Arendith lifted a finger to silence him before she scoffed, “I’d much rather not get my favourite shirt bloodstained. You seem like you’d be a messy eater.”

She patted the ground behind her as she shyly motioned to take his hand. He took it and slotted himself behind her as she toyed with her dark silver hair nervously. Astarion swept her hair to the side as he lowered his head to bite her. He started to groan at her scent, prompting her hand to come to her neck, but she was too slow. His groan turned to a gasp as he caught sight of the twin scars on her neck. How had he not seen them before? Her collar or armour must typically cover them; otherwise, he’d have indeed recognized something he also owned.

“Arendith…”

The female elf rolled her eyes and reached behind her to grab his hair, pulling him down to her neck, effectively shutting him up. He recovered, mind reeling with what this discovery meant, but his hunger got the best of him. He licked a stripe up Arendiths’ pale neck, nose flaring at the rush of blood he scented. Astarion had expected a flinch or some sort of reaction; his prey usually fought their oncoming death, but she remained still as he sank his teeth into the place someone had previously visited. His hand wanders to support her head as the first taste of her blood coats his tongue. He latches deeper onto her and suckles intensely, doing his best to keep his moans at bay as he pulls her body closer with his other arm. She tastes like the finest of wines, with bursts of chocolate and a musky undertone. A feeling of calm and comfort reaches the core of his being. He immediately forgets about everything else for the moment; her warm scent of earth and spiced teas mingles with the smell of her blood, overwhelming him. He struggles not to rut against her as every sense gets filled with tendrils of her. Before he knows it, Arendith pats the side of his head, gently signaling for him to unlatch, which he does with a large gasp, like he’s just coming up for air after being submerged in water.

“Ah! That... That was amazing..” he utters in disbelief as he stands. “My mind is finally clear. I feel strong. I feel… happy.”

Arendith grabs her shirt and slips it back on; the laces are loose, so it falls back bearing one shoulder as she smiles lightly. She wipes the remaining blood with a cloth before clipping her collar back on. “I’m glad I could help.” She whispers, looking down at her hands in her lap, fiddling with a teddy bear bunny. She heard him move to the front of the tent, reaching to untie the flaps.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, you’re invigorating, but I need something more filling.” Astarion turned his head to her before adding, “This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

Arendith finds herself trusting him slightly, more than she knows she should, and lets her guard slip. Her glowing pinkish-red eyes catch his gaze, and he finds his breath catching. She quirks her mouth slightly into a gentle smirk as she snuggles down into her nest. He turns with a swagger, leaving the tent flap to fall quietly closed as he heads towards the forest to stalk some sort of side dish.

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