#i know we're past the point of just vampires but
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After two miserable years in captivity, Sengo is finally free.
Well...
It hasn't been quite that simple. But he's choosing to push that deep, deep down inside for the time being, because right now... He's walking!
Or... stumbling, really, like a newborn calf.
His strong, powerful tail, which made him agile as could be in the water, had instead split into these two clumsy legs in a process he could only describe as agonizing.
It would be a bit embarrassing, the reactions garnered from the few people out at this time, surely put off by his strange and struggling manner of movement (and definitely not by his sheer lack of clothing)-- but he's far too busy staring in wonder at everything around him.
So many of the buildings are dark, and their doors don't open when he tries to pull at their handles. But then he sees one with light coming from inside-- he spots the word 'pharmacy' which he can more or less infer the meaning of-- and excitedly rushes to the doors, using the wall for support... He pulls, and it opens!
Excited and almost overwhelmed by this new discovery, he clambers inside, wide ochre eyes darting back and forth across everything.
Shelves, boxes, bottles, bags, lights... So much! Oh, is that... food? He moves toward this aisle, haphazardly using shelves as a guide along the way, knocking off items with mumblings of "oops...! oh dear..."
There is a particularly shiny metallic bag that catches his eye, with 'chips' printed on it near the bottom... He doesn't know what they are, but if they're in such a pretty bag, they must be delicious, right?
He grabs the bag and haphazardly rips it open, half the bag's contents flying out and to the ground, and starts munching.
"Oh? Yummy...!"
#maybe mer-japanese is like. a somewhat archaic and different version of ...landwalker japanese lol#im thinking maybe he doesn't need to feed for sustenance#*feed on blood#but only to power the magic that lets him walk on land#just for some variety lol#im fucking dying#nxmelessfighter#ic:sengo#sengo & ookurikara#i know we're past the point of just vampires but#sengo:vamp-au#vamp-au
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Dark Past
A common demon on the street caught your eye. You slowed, almost to a halt, just to gaze at them. They paid you no mind at all. You were two strangers with no connection in the middle of a crowded street. As they passed, you turned your neck for one final glance before continuing on.
The seven demons you were walking with noticed your little stare. Some of them exchanged quizzical looks. None of them had ever seen that random demon before. They didn't look special. Leviathan paused in his tracks to glare daggers of envy at the stranger, cursing them in his mind for stealing your attention.
"Someone you know?" Satan asked. It was hard to hear him over Mammon shouting, "Who was that?"
"What?" You fixed your eyes on them, confused by the sudden outburst. Beelzebub tenderly placed a hand on your back and guided you around some uneven pavement.
"Who was that demon you were staring at?" Belphegor asked.
"I wasn't staring at anyone."
"Yes, you were." Lucifer didn't question you, but he crossed his arms expectantly. His brothers would do all the work of wrestling an answer out of you for him.
"I saw you rubberneck so hard, I thought you were going to chase after them!" Asmodeus must have been exaggerating. You only glanced at that demon for a second max, or so you believed.
You didn't think it was a big deal, and brushed the incident off with, "they just reminded me of something." You hoped that would suffice as an answer. It did not.
"And what would that be?" Satan sounded like a courtroom interrogator trying to corner a lying defendant.
At some point, the eight of you had come to a stop in front of a closed and shuttered business, letting the foot traffic flow around you. The seven of them boxed you in and blocked your view of the rest of the street, circling you like a pack of hungry sharks. You waved your hands at the ridiculous bunch.
"I was just looking! What's it matter to you guys?"
Mammon got right up in your face. "I'm in charge of protectin' you! I can't be lettin' you stare at every chump lookin' to take advantage of ya!"
Asmodeus pulled him aside, claiming, "you should just look at me! I'm the only demon you'll never get tired of staring at." He gave you a wink of fan service that would have sent anyone else into a lustful fervor.
"I... also... don't want you looking at other people," Leviathan mumbled while lacking the courage to look you in the eye. His hand fidgeted with the bottom of his jacket.
"There are many dangers in the Devildom. You know that we have a responsibility to keep you safe, both as an exchange student and as someone very dear to us." Lucifer always had a way with words.
"So, who was that?" Beelzebub asked. He was followed up by Belphegor wondering, "do you know them?"
"No! They just..." You took a deep breath before your admission. "Ok. They look like the demon I would pretend to be when I was a kid."
There it was, the truth. Out in the open. There was a long beat of silence.
Belphegor was the first to go "huh?"
Leviathan caught on quickly. "Like, a demonsona? You had a demonsona?"
"It's something a lot of human kids do," you hurried to explain. "On playgrounds and stuff. When we're little we imagine we're secretly vampires and demons and cool monsters. It's fun but we grow out of it, usually."
Belphegor tried to clarify. "So you pretended you were a demon, and that you looked like the one who just walked by?"
You swear you heard Lucifer snort, trying to hold back his laughter.
"That is sooooooooo cute!" Asmodeus did not hold back. He started cracking up, his high-pitched laughter ringing around the street, and wiped a tear from his eye. "So, for years you played pretend demon?"
"Want me to go get them and ask for their picture?" Beelzebub offered. "I can catch up pretty quickly.
"No!" The offer was mortifying. "Lets just go, we have to finish our errands."
"You had a demonsona," Leviathan repeated with a smile and a chuckle. "That is kind of cute."
"Why somebody like that loser? Why not imagine someone cooler, like me?" Mammon flexed his wings in a show of vanity, as if he could make child-you change their mind.
"I didn't know you then, Mammon. I was, like, ten. All demons were cool."
"That's funny. Humans are so silly," Belphegor chimed.
"I was a child!" You spun to look at Belphegor, sticking an accusatory finger in his face. "You don't get to make fun of me, seeing as you pretended to be human when we met. You're thousands of years old! Act your age!"
"Ok, but I can do that because I'm a demon." Belphegor explained. He ran a hand through his hair, making his horns briefly disappear. "It's what we do."
"Yeah, it's different for us," Satan agreed.
Lucifer cleared his throat and stated, "I imagine we should continue this conversation while walking, now that we have an answer. Unless you lot want to spend all night on the street." He took a step back and gestured down the road in the direction you all were headed.
Sensing an escape from this topic, you nudged your way through the wall of demon brothers and followed after Lucifer, hoping to leave this memory behind. One by one, everyone else followed suit.
Leviathan sped up to match his pace to yours. Once the group was back on track and you thought the conversation was in the past, he asked, "so did you imagine having any cool powers?"
#they're never gonna let this go. they're gonna bring it up at least once a week forever.#eating salad âhey MC do you remember when you pretended you were a demon?â watching TV âhey MC remember when-"#obey me#obey me!#omswd#obey me shall we date#obey me scenarios#obey me headcanon#obey me x mc#obey me swd#obey me fanfic#obey me x reader#obey me fic#obey me mc#obey me drabble#obey me mammon#obey me lucifer#obey me belphegor#obey me writing#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me x you#obey me imagines#obey me x gender neutral reader#obey me brothers
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Wants
More ramblings of an insomniac, still not proofread but i wanna throw this out here. We're back on our smut roll as well!
No one really cared what Astarion wanted or didn't want to do. He'd stopped resisting at some point, just letting whomever had higher status overrule him even when it came to his own body. But you, you didn't do that. You never asked him to do something he didn't want. So he asked himself; what did he want? You. He wanted you. Could he have you?
Genre: Smut Pairing: Astarion x (fem)reader Kinks: PiV, little bit of orgasm control, biting, marking, dirty talk Words: 7400+ Need something to listen to? This is what I listened to while writing this: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4XkxtmnNB3RI55o414xpdx?si=ef01f7ab913f4a26
Astarion wouldnât say that you liked him per se, itâs doubtful you even enjoyed his company unlike how you enjoyed the company of say Wyll or Shadowheart. Yet you couldnât possibly dislike him either, after all; who letâs a vampire drink from them if you didnât at least tolerate him.Â
âIs he yours? Heâs quite handsome, that canât be a coincidence, you know how to pick them.â Her eyes scanned him, a smile tugging at her lips as he seemed to evaluate his very existence.
â...You mean Astarion? I didnât pick him, heâs here âcus he wants to be. Besides, if I knew him beforehand itâs doubtful Iâd pick him anyways.â You replied, arms crossed over your chest.
âHah! Youâre funny, well heâs clearly under your command anyways. Wonât you let me borrow him? Iâve always wanted to be bitten by a vampire you seeâŠâ She drew closer, her eyes still looking him up and down. Nausea grew in his belly, his throat closing up.
Astarion wouldnât say he liked you either per se, you didnât make yourself the most personable exactly. You were blunt, which he enjoyed, as long as it wasnât directed at him. Yet you werenât afraid to speak your mind when he tried to play with you. Every and all attempts to get under your skin was answered with distinct indifference, not full rejection but without skipping a beat you continued whatever line of thought you had started. The most he could pull from you was the occasional laugh at his antics, mocking his clearly practiced recitals of lines heâd used dozens of times on hundreds of other people. You often replied with your own dry sense of humor. Sometimes though, he could swear that your cheeks flushed ever so slightly, but it was hard to tell since these few times were also those when you promptly turned your face away from him, suddenly a lot more interested in a bird or bush. And if he pushed, you were suddenly convinced you heard Karlach break something or Gale needing help with supper. He considered giving up, treating you with the same distance he kept to the other companions, yet you always seemed to gravitate back to his tent, to the spot next to him or simply to wherever he was. He wouldnât say he liked you, but he couldnât deny that he enjoyed your company.
âWell, Iâm a spawn technically so you know, not a true vampire.â He managed to keep his voice light and comical, a half-hearted attempt at dissuading her, to keep her hands to herself. âBesides, I think Iâd like to keep my teeth to myself this time.â
âMh⊠Well no matter, youâre pretty enough to make it an overseeable difference. But I didnât ask you, spawn.â The word was an insult. âI was talking to your commander here, or is it master? I can make it worth your while.â
The bite in your words and the general lack of give to his pushing and pulling gave him a weird sense of comfort. He could spew whatever lines heâd used before, chewed up and spit back out over and over again and you just⊠moved past them. You were bored by them, but not by him. He felt comfortable telling you about Cazador, about his scars, both physical and mental. Youâd never gone too deep, but you had listened and you hadnât let it color the way you treated him. There was a certain respect to the way you kept him at a distance, he couldnât trap you under his thumb even if he tried. Yet you stayed besides him.
âWhy in the nine hells are you asking me? I told you, I donât own him, he can do whatever he wants. Mostly anyways. But he seems to be disinterested in whatever youâre offering so.â You didnât spare him a glance, instead keeping your eyes on the drow woman. You were cautious too.
âTsk, well if youâre unwilling to barter, I guess Iâll just have to go directly to the source.â She looked annoyed for a second before putting a face of seduction, temptation. She sensually moved her hair away from her neck, draping it over her opposing shoulder and tilting it towards him. She began to walk closer. Astarion could feel panic rise in him, instinctually taking a step back, unsure of what to do. âCome on, spawn, isnât this what you were born to do? Feed?â
And when he was desperate, hungry and weak that night in the forest, his first instinct was to feed from you. Not because he hated you, far from it. But because he respected you and because he knew that if you found out; you might not judge. He hadnât been careful enough when he hovered over you, accidentally waking you from your slumber. He had scrambled, fearing that this was it for him. He had slipped up and now any and all trust he had accumulated, though perhaps unfounded, would be wasted and heâd be banished if not worse. Yet you understood. He doesnât know why, but it seemed like you did. And that night you let him feed from you, despite the pain it undoubtedly caused. And in the morning, you pretended like nothing had happened, like last night was as peaceful as all the others.
Maybe he did like you, just a little bit. Youâd at least earned that much. But he had done nothing to earn that same sentiment.Â
YetâŠ
âOne step closer to him and I will be the one to spill your blood instead. He said he didnât want you or whatever it is youâre offering.âÂ
You had taken a single step to place yourself between the woman and Astarion, keeping her from getting any closer to him. It was doubtful that youâd actually do anything against her in the very center of Absolutist territory. But he wasnât certain, the way you firmly placed your feet on the ground and the way he could see your muscles tense beneath your armor from this far away told him that you just might. Thereâs the distinct tension of magic in the air, crackling just beneath the surface of the weave but enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand. It lasts only a brief moment before the drow relents.
âFine, do as you wish. What use do you have for a vampire that wonât even do something as simple and natural as bite a willing victim? Even if he is a spawn.â
âWhat reasons I have for keeping him around is none of your damn business. Now did you have anything more interesting to say or are we done here?â
There was nothing else you needed from her and as quickly as things had escalated, it had passed. It was still a couple hours before you decided to call it a day and lead them back to the camp to plan your next move and eat dinner. Astarion hadnât brought up what had happened with Araj the whole time, yet it kept replaying in his head. If he could dream, he wouldâve assumed this was the pleasant relief of sleep. But it wasnât, you had stood up for him. Not only that, you had kept him from doing something he would regret, because he knows that if you hadnât stepped in or even asked him to do it⊠He wouldâve. Weak willed as he was after all the times he had broken his own boundaries for others.Â
Night in the Shadowlands was somehow darker than the days, despite the lack of sun no matter the time. And as if the darkness could swallow any sound, silence lingered in the camp. Everyone either occupied with their own issues or idly putting their hands to work managing their gear. Astarion had wandered away from his tent and from the campfire, safe thanks to the pixieâs blessing and comforted in the shadows. It was a sense of familiarity that was bittersweet after todays events.Â
The air was cold, the breeze rustling the blood red leaves of the few trees that could survive this darkness. The temperature didnât bother him, he had long ago forgotten how cool the nights got. He could smell the dampness of the earth and of the rotting trees, the smoke of the campfire a vague note beneath it all. He surely smelled of smoke as well, it stuck to his clothes and hair despite how much he tried to cover it. âRuggedâ had never been a good look on him, he much preferred the sweet notes of incense and wine. But the worries of everyday issues were forgotten as he let himself fill his lungs with the fresh air.
Crack
The sounds of footsteps brought him back to the moment and he quickly turned around, the thought of a shadow cursed boar or harper still a relevant danger. Instead he was met with a friendly face. A friendly frowning face.
âWhat are you doing out here? You didnât even bring a torch or anything, no one knew where you had gone.â You stopped a few meters away from him, half expecting to be able to return to the warmth and glow of the campsite since you had found the lost vampire. A light cantrip had been cast on the crossbow you kept strapped to your back, you always kept it within reach.
âOh itâs just you, hah I thought I was about to be ambushed for a second. Were you looking for me? Awh you even asked the others where I was, how cute.â He teased, giving you a playful smile before turning his back to you once again. He heard you sigh before your footsteps grew closer.
âYou shouldnât wander off while weâre here.â Your words held no weight, you knew you couldnât stop him if he was to actually wander away from camp. They were more like an attempt to keep any guilty conscious from getting to you if he did get hurt. But he still liked the thought that you might actually have been worried. â...Are you looking for something to feed on?â
âAround these parts? Gods no, I wouldnât even touch a dead squirrel with a ten foot pole around here, not after that damned raven. Iâve accepted that Iâll just have to make do until weâre in sunnier parts.â He could feel his stomach writhe at the thought of something to dig his fangs into. He knew you had let him feed from you before but he had never been the one to ask, itâd feel like breaking an unspoken rule.
âMakes sense, those things came out of nowhere. Even the corpses have been cursedâŠâ There's a pause and hesitation to you, an abnormality in your conversations. âWhy didnât you drink from the drow?â
He knew youâd ask, yet his face grimaced at the mere thought of her and her blood.
âBah, sheâs a blood alchemist, who knows what kind of stuff is running through her blood? Iâm sure I wouldnât be allowed to keep anything down if I drank from her.â He quickly recovered from the unintentional show of genuine disgust. âBesides, whatâs the fun in a willing victim?â He turned his head to look at your face finally, putting on another playful smile and hoping youâll take his joke as a response.
You donât. Instead you cross your arms and raise your eyebrows ever so slightly at him, waiting for the real response. Heâs unwilling to give it and instead looks away, gazing down into the valley beneath the cliff you both stood on.Â
âCâmon, give me a real answer Astarion.â You lightly bounced your shoulder against his, the casual touch a surprise but not an unwelcomed one.
âAh, you always have to dig your nose into things, donât you⊠Fine, I simply didnât want to. But thatâs no reason to turn down whatever aid she mightâve hadâŠâ
âItâs as good a reason as any.â
Silence.
You hadnât judged him. You just⊠took his choice at face value. Did you really nearly spill blood on the floor of Moonrise towers simply because he didnât want to bite her?
âThatâs it?â
â...What? Is there another reason you didnât want to? You shouldâve just told me from the beginning then, but go on.â
Itâs almost funny how seemingly clueless you are. A dry laugh escapes him.
âNo, itâs true. I simply didnât want to. But youâre just so casual about it! Who knows what kind of powers she couldâve given us? But you decided to threaten her instead, itâs highly unlikely sheâll sell us as much as a health potion or even an antidote from now on.â He waves his hands around, frustrated by your seeming lack of care.
âYou said no.â You shrugged.
âI-â He pauses, dumbfounded. âI said no⊠I didnât want to bite her and you respected that⊠You even stood up to her for me, even though you donât like me. I just canât seem to understand you.â
You suddenly look just as confused as he did a moment ago, turning to fully face him for the first time since you joined him in the dark.
â...Who in the hells said I didnât like you?â
âWell⊠Well no one said it, but I mean itâs not like you enjoy my company. Itâs obvious everytime we talk. You donât even give me as much as a smile when I tell you youâre beautiful, and when I try to playfully ask you to bed you just mock me. Yet you always come wandering over to me and so I try again, I mean why else would you want to talk to me? I may not be a mindreader, darling, but youâre sort of sending mixed signals here. I thought we just acted on the basis of respect here.â
Did you want him to try harder? Or stop fully with his advances? He really didnât know what you wanted.
âI⊠WellâŠâ In the darkness, with you backlit by your crossbow, he might be mistaken but there seems to be a blush creeping onto your features. âDidnât you ever think that maybe I just donât know how to respond?â
Oh.
Oh.
Arenât you just adorable? Smugness builds in his chest and he opens his mouth, about to speak but youâre quicker.
âBesides, itâs obvious youâre just a flirt and I⊠I didnât like being so affected by someone who isnât serious. Itâs embarrassing falling for something that's so fake, so practiced. So I ignored the flirting, I knew it was just lighthearted fun after all. And I still like you outside of the compliments and teasing.â You hold your crossed arms even tighter together, unable to look at him. Instead you watch the slow fog rolling across the barren land. Your face lit by the soft glow of the moon just above Last Light Inn.
Astarion hadnât even had the thought that you simply hovered around him because you⊠liked him. It was such a simple answer and yet it wouldâve been the last thing he couldâve guessed.Â
He liked you too.
A lot.
A lot more than he had previously allowed himself to feel. Could he even allow it now? What if he had ruined his chances of something more than⊠than what already was. The status quo had grown comfortable, predictable.
âI seeâŠâ
Itâs all he can say. He can see that it wasnât what you had hoped heâd say even if you werenât looking at him.
A moment passes in silence.
Thereâs a look on your face suddenly, it looks almost pained or embarrassed, maybe it was both but just as quickly as it had flashed over your features it was gone. You let out a sigh and let your arms fall to the side, turning away from the outlook, clearly about to leave.
âWell that was⊠the worst. Anyways, Iâm heading back to camp. Take your time, Iâll make sure there's supper left for you when you come back.â
Astarion realizes in a heartbeat that he was allowed to want something more.
You donât even get one step away from where you stood before a hand grabs your arm with unnatural speed, holding you back from moving any further away. You nearly jump out of your skin by the motion, staring at the rogue. His face and eyes now lit by your crossbow, his eyes are wide as he watches you like prey. A shiver runs up your spine, heâd never looked at you like this before.
âEarlier today, when Araj asked you to let me bite her, you said I could do whatever I wanted.â His eyes donât leave yours and there's something about their intensity that makes your cheeks heat up.
âMostly, anywaysâŠâ You repeat what you had told Araj.
That seems to have been all the confirmation Astarion needed, suddenly closing the gap between you as he takes a step closer and pulls you into him. You catch yourself on him, the sudden movement taking you by pure surprise. Before you can register what has happened properly, his other hand has grabbed your chin in between his thumb and forefinger with a firm grip and tilted your head up to face his. His unnaturally cool breath hits your lips as heâs leaned in, inches from yours but he stopped there. Youâre trapped in his presence, itâs overwhelming in a way you always tried to avoid. But you wouldnât dare move now, afraid to ruin whatever was happening.
âThen I want to kiss youâŠâ His words are low, soft even.
â...Iâd like thatâŠâ
In an instant his lips hit yours, soft and velvety. They feel just like you had thought so many times when youâd watched him talk. Theyâre cool compared to yours, something you hadnât thought about but it somehow made everything feel so much more alive. Every soft stroke of his lips against yours was vivid as they parted and pushed up against each other, over and over again. The hand that had grabbed your face had smoothly slid to the back of your head, making sure he had you where he wanted you. The other hand had left your arm and was pulling your body against his, keeping you as close as he could physically keep you.
Astarion pushed into your body with a want, a need and a hunger you hadnât ever seen him exhibit before.
He pulled away from your lips too soon. You didnât realize how much you needed air before it filled your lungs abruptly in a labored breath.
In the glow of the moon and your makeshift light you could see his face. He was smiling at you, his fangs just barely peeking out from behind his lips. His eyes werenât as wide anymore, instead crinkled at the edges from his smile but the look of predator remained in them still. He needed you.
âYou taste divine, my dear.â You try to scoff, the comment was stupid in relation to simple kisses after all. But you donât get much of a chance to react to his flirtatious attitude before heâs leaned back in, this time hovering over your neck with his mouth. His nose nudges the underside of your ear as he keeps your head still with the hand still firmly holding the back of your neck.
âBut I want to taste your blood, if youâll let me.â
Goosebumps spread down your arms and your breath catches in your throat. The hidden meaning of what heâs asking of you isnât lost, not after todayâs events. He wants your vulnerability, your submission, your blood. You had always been the one to tell him when he could feed from you, now heâs asking directly to do so. He wants to see your trust in him. That even when heâs a starving animal, he wonât hurt you, wonât take more than he needs.Â
And he wants to show you how much he wants you.
His teeth graze over the soft skin of your neck, waiting for you to give him the sign. You nod.
His teeth pierce your skin, familiar pain shoots from the bite. You clench your teeth for a second before you relax, letting out a shaky breath. The pain dulls with his hands slowly starting to roam your body, one carefully tangling in your hair as he brings it up. He takes a soft grasp on it, using it to meaningfully guide your head to the side and giving him more space to drink from you. You donât provide any resistance, all hesitations towards his advances were being washed away with each wave of pleasure and pain.
Thereâs no rush to him, no tension as he takes his time to enjoy you. Instead of the usual controlled and precise way he usually fed from you, when you both believed it to simply be an act of survival. Now he lets his tongue lap over the wound, the odd feeling of your hot blood and his cool tongue intermingling against your skin. He momentarily leaves the spot to kiss up your neck, intentionally letting your blood drip down and leave a trail as you shudder from the pleasure. His body is still firmly pushed against yours, his free hand carefully sneaking under your shirt to push against your bare skin. Heâs pulling you against him and you've realized there's a rhythm to it, a slow and teasing tact to his grinding. It feels good, being so enveloped in him. When he feels ready again, he dips down to lick up the strip of scarlet that had formed, finishing with an open mouth kiss back where he started. The sharp inhale you make is punctuated by a soft moan, giving away your feelings and you realize youâve been caught enjoying this maybe a little too much.
Embarrassment burns through you as Astarion pulls back to watch your face, a chuckle rumbling in his chest and spilling out between his lips, putting fuel to your fire.
âNow wasnât that just adorable, I never expected you to make such cute sounds. Why havenât you let me hear those when Iâve fed from you before?â Heâs messing with you, a playfully mean glint to his eyes.
âYou know why.â You say defiantly.
âMaybeâŠâ He pretends to think about it, leaning back into you to place soft kisses along your jawline. The hand in your hair keeps you in place as he does. âBut I want to hear you say it.â
âIt feels good⊠this timeâŠâ You whisper but you know heâs heard you by the way you feel him smile against your skin.
âIs that so? I didnât know you were such a masochist but I guess I shouldnât be surprised, who else would be so turned on by being bitten by a vampire.â He mocks you, the way he laughs leading to even more embarrassment and frustration coursing through your body. Partially by the way his laugh makes desire shoot right to your core.
Heâs mean but it somehow turns you on even more, though youâd never tell him that. This is what you were trying to avoid after all, being so easily wrapped around his finger and put under his control. A part of you is still fighting his control and you try to step on his foot as payback.
Your foot only hits soft dirt as he quickly moves his own. Suddenly the grip in your hair is tightened and he pulls your head back further, forcing you to stare into his eyes directly. Youâre scared that you were going to be met with anger or even hurt over your sudden and involuntary rejection. Yet all youâre met with is delight when you look into his eyes, his heavy breathing filling the night air with the smell of blood.Â
âThere it is, I always did enjoy the way you pushed back. I was worried youâd have gone soft on me.â He seemed ecstatic by your actions and you flushed again, he really did like it. âBut just to make sure, darling⊠What do you want?â
For a moment youâre frozen, your head spinning from everything happening and partially from the blood loss. Not to mention the blood that had pooled somewhere further below. Yet worry brewed in the back of your mind and without thinking you blurted something out.
âWhat do you want, Astarion?â
You needed to know that this was what he wanted, despite him having taken the main lead, you wanted to make sure he had an out and that your own desires wouldnât shackle him too.
âOh sweetheart, youâre too considerate. But I strongly believe we want the same thing right now.â
âI want you.â The words spilled out of your mouth before you could think again and Astarion drank them up like wine spilled from the bottle.
âThatâs what I thought,â he kisses you again, the taste of iron still fresh on his lips. âI want you too, afterall.â
His kisses distract you as his skillful fingers leave your hair and skin, instead grabbing the buckle of the crossbow holster that was strapped across your chest. He can't seem to keep his mouth quiet while he does it though, not that you should expect Astarion to be able to keep his mouth from running.
âI want you below me, I want to hear you gasp and cry out in pleasureâŠâ Heâs breathless, wrangling the strap of leather over your head, mindlessly chucking the crossbow somewhere nearby. The light still reaches you two, if just barely. Darkness claws itâs way closer, you pray itâs enough to keep you hidden away from wandering companions who wonder where youâve gone. âI want you exposed and naked, darling, I want to dig my teeth into places only you and I will see.â
His fingers dig the rest of your tucked shirt out of your pants, his nails pleasantly scratching against your skin as he grabs bunches of the fabric and pull it up over your head as well. The cold air is suddenly intruding on your warm skin and you gasp. Astarion is quick to place his lips onto the newly exposed skin, placing kisses across your collarbone and to your shoulder.
âI want to feel your warmth against me, I want you to take me as you dig your nails into my back. I want to push you down just to feel you push back.â Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as his own hands grab your behind, using the leverage to once again pull you in close. You can feel the hardness that had grown between his legs. He keeps going, talking in a daze in between the kisses. You donât know if heâs drunk on your blood or just aroused, maybe itâs a combination of the two. Heâs grown warmer to the touch thanks as your blood reinvigorates him. âI want you to feel me, feel every thrust as I ruin you. I want to tease you until you cry, I want to punish you for holding back on me this whole time. I want you to feel what youâve done to me.â
You donât get a moment to respond to him, you donât even know what you could say. He takes your hand in his as he helps you both lower yourselves to the ground, the grass tickling the palm of your hand as you find purchase. He pushes himself over you, his knees firmly placed between your thighs, still holding your hand to push you down until you're laying below him.
âI want you to want me, just as I am.â
Thereâs a vulnerability to his voice and his eyebrows knit together ever so slightly as he takes a moment to take you in. You look up at him, his white curls a little more messy than when you arrived and his lips a little more flushed. The moon is still high in the sky and though not as bright as usual, itâs enough to shine down on him and he looks⊠Ethereal.Â
You take the pause in the flow to heave yourself forwards, pushing back and he lets himself fall back to sit on his knees as you kiss him again, slightly surprised.Â
âI do, Astarion, gods be damned I do.â
You canât take it anymore, heâs still fully dressed and you're desperate to see more of him and tired of being the only one exposed. Your hands grab at his shirt, messily working it out of his pants with a furrowed brow. A smile grows on his face and he laughs at your clumsiness before deciding to help you out. It only takes a moment for his own shirt to be discarded in the grass somewhere nearby.Â
âYouâre so forwards, did I really rile you up so much? I thought you didnât like it when I ran my mou-â You interrupt him with a forceful kiss and he doesnât hesitate to lean into it. Your hands finally touch his bare chest, letting your nails lightly scratch his skin as you run them further down. You feel him shudder.
âI like hearing you talk and you can run your mouth for hours butâŠâ Your breaths are heavy as your hands reach his thighs, softly grabbing his legs. âI need you to touch me while you do itâŠâ Youâre trying to be bold but the desperation seeps through your voice and you look up at him through your eyelashes, unable to fully face him.
âShit⊠Arenât you just perfect? Who am I to deny you what you needâŠâ He gives in to you, pushing you back enough to let him untie the lacing on your pants. It only takes a moment of shuffling until heâs rather expertly slid your pants off of you, leaving you in your undergarments. His hands grab your knees and part them enough for him to settle back inbtween them before they slide up your thighs. You're already working on the lacing at the front of your bra, pulling and tugging on the ribbons hurriedly. It gets even harder when Astarion decides he wants to taste you again, his lips finding your neck and hungrily licking for the taste your blood as left. Heâs sucking hard enough that youâre rather certain there will be a bruise in the morning but you donât care enough to reprimand him now.Â
âHaving some issues there, darling?â He teases as he feels you continue to loosen your bra, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh.
âNo, itâs fine, ah! There, I got it!â You finally get it loose enough to pull over your head but Astarion doesnât waste any time. As soon as youâve managed to get it above your chest, his mouth has found your breast and taken a nipple inbetween his lips. Your reaction is instantaneous as you arch your back into him with a loud gasp, your arms freezing above your head with the bra still tangled between them.Â
His cold tongue swirls around the bud skillfully and you're sure you can almost feel his fangs grazing against the sensitive skin. You're unable to keep quiet and even when you purse your lips together, the sounds betray you. But Astarion prides himself on his multitasking, one hand finally reaching below the edge of your panties. Youâre already drenched thanks to his previous actions.
âMy-my, youâre soaked. How often have you imagined this? Everytime youâve let me feed from you? Everytime weâve been alone together? Or just when Iâve put the thought in your head, hm?â His fingers slide between your wet lips, slowly spreading them as a finger found and began to circle your clit, not quite touching it.
âItâs not like tha- ah!â He doesnât let you finish, instead taking the moment you opened your mouth to slide two fingers into you, curling them ever so slightly.
âWhat did you say?â He mocked confusion, continuing to slowly thrust his fingers into you.
âI⊠I havenâtâŠâ You manage to get out between moans and heavy breaths, your brain going into overdrive trying to focus on what youâre saying. Astarion clicks his tongue and suddenly his free hand has pinched your nipple inbetween two fingers and his thrusting has gotten quicker.
âLying is a sin, didnât you know that my dear? Are you afraid of hurting me? Here I was, hoping youâd think of me daily. The thought of you touching yourself just because of my bite would simply delight me.â He rolls your nipple inbetween his fingers and you canât think anymore, all you can do is roll your hips against his hand and writhe underneath him. âCome on, confess to me, beautiful.â
âIâŠâ You struggle to formulate any sentence but his attention doesnât falter, instead he looks like a cat whose playing with a mouse. He shifts his body so your leg hooks over his thigh, pushing further up as he keeps pumping his finger into you. The new angle lets him hit that spot you can never quite reach yourself. The closer you get to formulating words, the quicker he goes until the lewd sound of his hand hitting your soaked pussy is all that can be heard. Youâre getting so close. âFuck- I have, I-Iâm sorry-â
Suddenly he laughs, loudly and with a sharp edge of ridicule. His hand slows to a near stop, simply pushing and curling his finger as he grinds the palm of his hand into your clit, keeping you close to that edge of cumming. Youâre dazed and confused when you look at him, why is he laughing?
âOh you are simply a riot, you sweet thing.â He smiles too kindly as he pulls his fingers from you, leaving you clenching around nothing. He leans back as he sucks your juices from his fingers and push yourself up on your hands.
âDid I say something wrong?â Youâre nearly panicked, worried you messed up and told him too much.
âNo, no, not at all. The opposite actually.â He gives you a grin that clearly shows off his fangs.
âT-then why..?â
âYou were close to cumming on my fingers, right?â
You nod, dumbfounded.
âI donât want you to.â
âHuh? W-what, why?â Your brain is still hazy and you canât think straight, his confusing answer didnât make it easier for you either.
âSimply didnât want you to.â You consider that maybe you did this to yourself, teaching him the power of simply refusing. You wanted him to have agency, but in this very moment you also wanted to cum. You wanted him to want you to cum. You can only guess that you looked especially conflicted because you were pulled from your thoughts by Astarions laugh again. When you look over to him, heâs untying the lace of his own pants. âOkay, no, I didnât want you to cum on my hand because I want you to cum on my dick, simple as that actually.â
âOh youâre such an assholeâŠâ You mutter under your breath but his grin tells you he heard you as he pushes his pants and underwear down his legs. You take the moment to pull your own panties off.
âAh, did you want to cum at all tonight, pet?â He threatens playfully as he finds his place between your legs but whatever reply you had died in your throat as your eyes land on his cock. You had imagined it before yet embarrassment had kept you from thinking of any details, yet there it was. Hovering over you, Astarion used one hand to hold himself up, the other softly tracing up your thigh as he took in your reaction and in turn observed your beauty. You laid beneath him, bare and vulnerable. Trusting and turned on. Just like he had wanted you. âHm? Catâs got your tongue? Come on nowâŠâ
He leaned in, kissing your lips once before once again lavishing the skin of your neck in open mouth kisses and playful nips that had you jolting under him. His cock just barely rested on your pussy lips as he slowly and softly moved back and forth.
âFuck⊠AhâŠâ You sigh in pleasure but itâs not enough to satisfy Astarions ever growing need to embarrass you.
âWords, darling, use them. What do you want?â he whispered against your skin, pressing his cock further into the softness of your cunt with the base of his thumb, slowly fucking the space between you and his hand. Your slick coats him and he canât help but sigh in relief. âTell me, or Iâll just use you like this until I cum and leave you as you are.â Itâs a threat without any truth, but itâs enough to push you to speak up.
âMaybe you should just⊠Shut up and fuck me, Astarion.â Your hand grips his hair, pulling it enough to guide his head back up to meet your eyes. The spark of your rebellion to his teasing thrills him to no end. âI want you to fuck me, is what Iâm saying.â
Lips and teeth and tongue suddenly clash as he presses his mouth to yours. Itâs messy and rough, you bite his lip and he moans. Your arms wrap around his neck. He finally guides himself to your opening and pushes the tip in. You both shiver, momentarily pulling away to whimper. And then all at once, Astarion pushes the rest of himself into your heat and you feel divine. You're forced to pull away and the feeling makes you drop your head back as you take a sudden, sharp inhale. Pleasure crashes over you and just as you feel like you can recover, Astarion is already ahead of you and starts to thrust. Whatever recovery you thought you could get is quickly washed away as moans and whimpers are all the things you can utter in that moment. His desire and desperation can be felt in the pace he quickly falls into, his mouth finding your breast once again but this time his earlier control seems to be gone. He bites into the soft flesh, his fangs sinking into your skin and you gasp. The pain and pleasure is overwhelming, the signals getting mixed up and all you know is that he feels good.
You lost count after the first three bite marks Astarion leaves on your body, you werenât even sure if all of them broke skin or would leave any marks but surely some were. The thought crossed you, of meeting your companions when morning light comes and the view of the marks up and down your neck. And you, who had worked so hard to keep your attraction to Astarion pushed so far down, suddenly itâd be obvious youâd become his plaything. And yet the thought made you clench around Astarions cock, ecstasy taking over whatever shame you had just felt.Â
Your peak was quickly building back up, and you repositioned your arms to grab around his shoulders and up his back. Letting your nails dig into his marble skin just like he had wanted.
âHah, to believe youâd take me so well⊠Especially after all that grandstanding about- hah, fuck⊠not falling for the sweet things I say.â The smugness in his voice was annoying yet you felt your core tighten even harder at them. You dug your nails even harder into his back in response and you felt him stutter in his pace, a pleasured whimper slipping out from under his breath. âShit, yeah just like that, sweet girl.â
Of course heâd like it. You hide your face in his neck, unable to do anything else. Youâre getting so close again.
A hand pushes inbetween you two as Astarion slips his thumb where you two are connected. He quickly finds your clit and presses down.
âCome on, I want you to cum on my cock⊠I want to push you over the edge, watch you cry out in pleasureâŠâ Youâre both dazed as he starts to rub your clit. Your back curves and you gasp, letting go of Astarion as you push your hands into the grass over your head, gripping it. âThatâs it, cum for me, beautiful.âÂ
The last thing you register is his smile and his fangs glinting in the moonlight as you finally tip over the edge. You're flooded with white, hot pleasure as you screw your eyes close and arch your back off of the ground. Astarion doesnât stop, his thumb relentless as he rubs you through your orgasm. Heâs pounding into you, fast and rough but as you keep clenching around him he can feel how heâs losing himself. Youâre still riding your high when his hands hit the ground on either side of your head and you can barely register his face as it hovers above you. Heâs breathtaking, mouth slightly agape and eyebrows scrunched together. You see his white eyelashes as he closes his eyes, fully focusing on how good you feel around him. His pace becomes an uneven mess fueled by a frenzy and his feral need for you. Each hit of his cock against your inside sends another intense wave of pleasure bordering on pain and you take it, whimpering.
And as he pushes into you as far as he can the scales finally tip and he cums, flooding your insides with his cum. You can feel the pulsing inside you as he collapses over you, you both breathing heavy and slowly coming back down from your highs.Â
It takes a minute before you're both in any condition to move, using the little energy you had gathered to roll over to your sides, facing one another. There's a comfortable silence as you let whatever happened to tonight soak in. Astarion is carefully watching your face, looking at the myriad of marks heâd left on your neck without even thinking. He never left marks usually, the proof of the nights spent with others made him nauseous. But his brain had been telling him that he should⊠that he needed to. He wanted you, after all. Reaching out with his hand, he carefully traced one of the bite marks. Your eyes suddenly widened.
âBy the gods- What in the hells am I going to tell ShadowheartâŠâ You groaned and hid your face in your hands. Astarion raised an eyebrow.
â...Was there something between you two I had just missed? Cus in that case I might not be able to come back to camp for a while.â He joked.
âNo, no not that. I had just⊠mentioned to her that I wasnât falling for your stupid flirting and how it was obvious you liked to fuck around and I just⊠Didnât want that to be me. Iâm pretty sure I called you annoying as well.â
Astarion once again laughed at you, the fact that you would both be facing a very judgemental Shadowheart was very amusing to him. Heâd rub it in her face if he could, but the hickeys and bitemarks on your neck was probably enough.
âBut now that is me⊠Ugh.â
â... You know I didnât bed you just because I could, right?â Astarion spoke up, awkward in his approach.
âWell yeah the whole âI want youâ thing was pretty consistent. But what do you want with me?â And there was that straightforwardness he always found a little intimidating.
âI⊠I donât know, but I want you. Thatâs all I know.â He studied your face before turning to lay on his back and look into the starless night. âDo I have to choose what that means now?â
â...No. Just⊠Tell me when you know I guess.â You shrug and turn to look at the sky as well.Â
âCan I want you to come closer?â Astarion spoke into the night, his voice barely heard over the breeze in the trees.
You donât answer, just shuffle closer to him, putting your head on his shoulder. He smiles, it felt nice having someone close even after you were⊠done.
âThough we shouldnât stay here too long, Iâm pretty sure I have grass up my ass crack and itâs colder than the hells out here. Sorry but you donât exactly help either.â
âOh arenât you just charming, didnât you ever learn some manners?â You both laugh and the shadowlands feel a little less⊠bleak, at least for tonight.
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i made my religious southern black grandma watch the first ep of iwtv
most shameful thing ive done in a while, i already knew she doesnt like vampire or horror stuff because the blood disgusts her but shes really old and i wanted her to experience peak cinema atleast once
[my grandma is very open minded]
here are some reaction points âŹ
she automatically loves daniel malloy because hes old
she found "french white" to be a really funny phrase
i forgot that making her watch this meant i would have to sit through the sex scene. i spent 20 min trying to find an excuse and just as i got up ms. lily started rubbing her nipples, i knew this because my grandma started yelling WHATS SHE DOING? D:
my poor grandma was barely processing the ms.lily boob thing before my dad walked into the room. now theyre both witnessing this sex scene
she started laughing when louis pushed lestats hand away but when they started going at it she was like đđ ?? and i had to explain that he was being seduced and also theyre freaky
"you know this doesnt suprise me, i heard new orleans is known for gay people". i ask her to elaborate on this but she doesnt???
she gets bored again when its over but paul's death grabs her
the confession scene (which i think is the best in the series) makes her lock in so hard she sits up and cant even hear when we're talking to her
immediately starts screaming and telling louis to run when lestat starts killing those priests and cant stop saying WHAT. DONT LET THAT WHITE DEVIL IN once louis accepts and kisses him đ
she still cant get past the gore but said that i can show her some more episodes next time. i won đ
[i need to reiterate that my grandma is not homophobic but the blood was genuinely making her mad đ propose normally next time lestat]
#iwtv#i dont think i can force her to watch more lol#i feel bad#i know she hates vampire movies#my mom was also in the room. i forced her to watch one season and downloaded it on her phone even though shes always lowkey saying stuff#kept trying to say theyre making everything gay because shes a fan of the movie#THE MOVIE IS MID#kept trying to tell her anne rice was a real one and theyre very gay in the book but she doesnt listen#lestat de lioncourt#loustat#interview with the vampire#louis de pointe du lac#daniel malloy
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11. Astarion x Reader đ
We're not going to worry about how long it'll take me to answer these. We're not going to talk about it. Listen, I'm trying so hard to not make these into whole things, I just want to treat them like writing exercises, but I physically can't not finish smut once it's started.
From @astarionfreak's smut ask game ~ other entries
11. "I touched myself last night thinking about you." "I know."
Tags/Warnings: reader isn't gendered but has a vulva, blood/blood drinking, p in v sex, somewhat rough sex (reader gets a little feral in this one)
You're not subtle about it at all.
Every time he catches you staring, you quickly turn your head. At one point you even just shift your eyes, trying to pretend you're looking at something behind him. But there's no way he isn't at least a little suspicious.
Since the night you let Astarion bite you, the tension between the two of you has been palpable. Something about having him pressed down on top of you, his lips on your neck and his hand cradling your neck in a way that was disproportionately gentle set something on fire inside you. You really thought that you could just get over your little crush if you got it out of your system. Sate the need and you could go back to just being friends... Or whatever you are with him.
But it had the opposite effect. Now, his very presence turns you on. The wind catches his scent and you instinctively press your thighs together. He grins after making some sassy remark to Gale, and the glint of his fangs in the light makes your mouth go dry. You even need to suppress a moan when he gets a particularly impressive kill. You really hope no one heard that one.
So now, sitting around the campfire with the rest of your companions, you're just trying desperately to appear normal. You laugh absentmindedly at whatever joke Karlach just made while in your mind, Astarion's railing you up against a tree. It's only when you realize that Wyll has been trying to ask you a question for the past 90 seconds that you know you're too far gone to be in polite company.
"Sorry, I'm just a little out of it, long day," you make the excuse lamely. "I'm going to turn in a little early, I've got a bit of a headache."
"Do you want something for it?" Shadowheart asks with a frown. "I've got some herbal remedies that might help."
"I'm fine, I think I just need some rest." You force a smile onto your face. "'Night, all." You walk back to your tent stiffly, speeding up to cover the last few meters quickly. Your breath wracks through your body and your blood pounds in your ears. You've never - never - gotten this worked up over another person, never mind a man. Honestly, he's not even really your usual type, you'd normally be much more likely to pursue someone like Shadowheart. But she so clearly has a thing for Karlach, and that's not something you'd want to get in the way of.
But this pale, devastatingly handsome vampire elf has your desire in a chokehold.
You light a lantern inside your tent and take out your journal to sketch. You try to conjure some of the imagery you saw today to keep your brain off Astarion. Scratch and the owlbear cub playing. The terrifying harpies that almost lured one of the tiefling children. Astarion's blade dripping with harpy blood while his bright red eyes sparkle with mischief and the thrill of he kill.
Fucking hells.
You eventually put your journal away and lay down on your bedroll, staring at the ceiling of your tent while the others continue to chat and laugh outside. You listen to their conversation die down, their goodnights, and finally the distant sound of crickets and other nighttime fauna. Your eyes start to grow heavy, or at the very least bored of looking at the support rods in your tent.
You only realize that you've drifted to sleep when you're startled awake by a soft tapping on the canvas flap that separates you from the rest of camp.
"Y-yes?" Your voice is shakier than you'd like, although it's not like a vicious creature would politely knock on your makeshift door. The flap lifts up to reveal the literal last person you'd like to see right now.
"Hello, darling," Astarion grins in that irresistible way that he does. "I wanted to check in on our fearless leader. You've seemed dreadfully jumpy all day."
"Oh! Um." You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. "I'm.. fine. Thank you, Astarion." You nod your head in a gesture of dismissal, but he doesn't move.
"Are you sure? You're positively flushed." His smile suggests he knows more than he's letting on. You chew on your lower lip to distract you from the growing ache between your legs.
"I'm perfectly fine, Astarion, thank you. Good night." You reach to close the tent flap but he holds onto it. Your fingers brush against his and it's like a jolt of lightning passes between your hands.
"I'm not buying it," he hums, dropping his voice. He pushes his way into your tent and you scramble backwards. The last thing you need is for him to touch you - you might not be able to control yourself if he does. "Now tell me, what's had you so hot and bothered all day?"
"N-nothing," you stammer, wishing you could just disappear on the spot. He raises an eyebrow and you backpedal. "Well, fine, I think something Gale cooked isn't sitting quite right with me. I was... embarrassed." The lie rings hollow even to you.
"Come now, love, we both know you're a terrible liar." He crawls towards you on his knees, a predator stalking his prey. Your breath catches in your throat. "Do you have something you need to confess?"
You're trapped. You've run out of room in the tent to back away, and Astarion has all but crawled on top of you. His scent is intoxicating and his eyes gleam in the low light. The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.
"I touched myself last night thinking about you."
"I know." The grin that curls across his face is fiendish. Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.
"You know?" Then you gasp suddenly. "The tadpole..."
Astarion lets out a bark of a laugh, loud enough that you're worried it might wake your other companions. "Darling, I didn't need a tadpole to figure that one out. Like I said, you're a terrible liar." He nudges his knee closer to the apex of your legs and you can feel your arousal making your underclothes wet. "What I want to know is, how did you picture me? My head between your legs? Did I have you on all fours in the forest? Or..." His lips ghost against yours now and your head feels dizzy with lust. "Or perhaps I had you pinned down in this very tent, taking my time as I had my way with you?"
Your instincts take over and you close the minimal distance between you, pulling him down on top of you as you ravage his lips. You claw at his clothing, no longer interested in maintaining decorum. He tears at the laces of your breeches, pulling them down below your hips and exposing your dripping cunt to the open air. A cry rips through your throat as he licks a thick stripe up your slit, and his chuckle rumbles deep in his chest. He pulls up on his knees and grins down at you, open and wanton, as he slips out of his pants.
"So very eager," he hums as he frees his cock, engorged and already dripping. A shudder runs through you as you see it, and you yank on his shirt and pull him down to meet you. You kiss him roughly, catching his lower lip in your teeth as you hook your leg around his waist.
"Shut the fuck up and fuck me, Astarion," you hiss through gritted teeth, and you groan loudly when he easily sinks in up to his base.
"Someone wants the whole of camp to hear," he growls in your ear as he begins to slowly thrust into you.
"Then you better make it quick so we don't wake them," you snarl in response, all pretenses having vanished. You tangle your fingers into his hair and press his face to your neck. You feel his lips stretch into a smile just before he sinks his fangs into you, the icy shard of pain melting into the heat of his mouth warming with your blood.
You jut your hips up into him, desperately chasing your release as he drinks his fill. He fucks into you, hard and messy, and before long you're feeling the pressure building in your core.
"Gods, Astarion, don't stop," you gasp hungrily in his ear, and he increases his pace to a punishing rhythm. You're starting to grow faint from blood loss just as your orgasm comes crashing down on you. Your walls clench and shudder around his length and he tears his mouth away from your neck, his expression wild and bloody. A few more broken ruts and you can feel him spilling inside you, the feeling his pulsing cock prolonging your own climax.
The two of you eventually still, covered in a sheen of sweat and panting heavily. Your ears strain to hear if there has been any disturbance in camp to indicate that your other companions heard anything. Outside your tent remains, thankfully, silent.
"Well then," Astarion exhales quickly as he slides out of you. "Darling, if it's going to be like that, then you just need to invite me next time."
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I've described myself in the past as "overly-queerbaited" as a way of explaining why it took me so long to come around to Byler endgame as a legitimate possibility... but that's kind of a misleading way of putting it.
Truth is, I've always been too much of a cynical fuck to fall for queerbait... or any other story that promises positive queer rep.
[Sherlock couldn't touch me; I saw this cringe homophobia coming from a mile away. Fans mistaking straight anxiety jokes for meaningful gay subtext was clearly doomed to end in mockery. Nobody deserved to be treated like that... but god, it was easy to predict.]
I think it's a symptom of having grown up under Section 28 -- feeling like I'm being unreasonable for wanting to see queerness normalized is such an ingrained habit that even today I instinctively recoil like a vampire touching sunlight whenever an optimistic queer story falls unrequested into my lap.
But I'm hardly alone in feeling this way -- many queer Millennial and Gen-X fans of Stranger Things are against the idea of Byler because it would ruin the catharsis of watching the gay boy growing up in the same era as we did slowly succumb to the same despair that we did.
[For those who haven't played the VR game: Vecna is speaking in this screenshot.]
There's genuine comfort to be found in painful stories -- this type of catharsis is practically the cornerstone of horror as a genre -- so I can't really fault myself or anyone else for wanting it, despite the obnoxious oversaturation of disappointing queer endings in media.
This is the nostalgia show, after all -- and like it or not, for many middle-aged queers in the target audience, nostalgia is shot through with the pain of homophobia and loneliness.
But do you know who else is a hurt queer(-coded) adult who resents happy endings? This cynical fuck:
Henry personifies despair and loneliness and the dark urge to take our pain out on others -- and when Will is in the picture, I would argue that he also represents internalized homophobia.
Will might represent who we were -- but Henry represents who we've let ourselves turn into.
And I don't think many of us want to admit to that, because that would involve questioning why we have so much in common with the literal villain of the show; why we're still so consumed with self-pity after 20+ years that we're obsessing over the fate of some kid.
I'm not suggesting that wanting a less-than-fairytale ending for a fictional gay boy is equivalent to being a child killer lol. It's perfectly valid to want to see your pain acknowledged, and stories which appeal to that desire deserve to exist.
But between Henry's connection to Will and the cycle of abuse themes of the show, it's clear that this particular story simply isn't about wallowing in the bleakness of growing up gay in the 80s, but about self-actualizing in spite of it all.
So I just can't bring myself to want a "relatable" ending for Will.
As much as I struggle to enjoy positive queer rep, I don't want to be so cynical. I'd thrown up so many walls to protect myself as a teenager that I forgot how desperately I wanted to see just one of those painful queer stories end on the same uplifting note that straight stories were always entitled to: with true love overcoming the odds, saving the day, and living happily ever after.
[But I'm A Cheerleader, a surprisingly fun movie about conversion therapy, is proof that stories like this did exist when I was a teen... but finding them in the pre- and early-internet days amidst so much censorship was a tall order.]
What makes Stranger Things different from most queer stories -- and what allowed it to pierce through my defenses and stab me in the gut -- is that it perfectly mimics those bleak, acceptable-to-the-censors stories from my youth -- only this time, the secret uplifting gay plot twist is real.
Not for the sake of shock value or of grabbing some empty woke points at the last second, but because the plan all along was to slap the audience in the face for believing homophobic lies about the existence of queer happiness.
That's some gourmet catharsis, if you ask me.
Just the possibility that my inner child might finally be vindicated has allowed me to truly let myself want the things I want for the first time in 20 years -- and that's the first step towards finally crawling back out into the sunlight.
Happy Pride Month, everyone. đ
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Breanna: You like to drink, huh? Vladislaus: I was planning to clean... Breanna: Uhuh, I bet. Vladislaus: [ clears throat ] It is no matter, we must continue our training. Breanna: Training? We can't count all that walking we did as training?
Vladislaus: Training one's powers is very different from training one's legs, my dear. Breanna: To be honest, I think I got the hang of it. Vladislaus: What makes you say that? Breanna: I dunno, I just do.
Vladislaus: Very well, then. Perhaps our training can wait. It's dawned upon me I know very little about you. Breanna: I dunno nothing about you.
Vladislaus: Tell me something about yourself. Breanna: You tell me. Vladislaus: About... yourself? Breanna: About you, dumbie. Vladislaus: ...What would you care to know?
Breanna: Where you from? Vladislaus: I can't say. Breanna: What, it's a secret? Vladislaus: I have no memory of my origins. Breanna: Oh. Oopsies. Well I'm from Louisiana, I lived in Evangeline parish most my life.
Vladislaus: What about your family? Breanna: ...What about them? Vladislaus: You must have someone worth mentioning. Breanna: I got a mom and a sister. That's it. Vladislaus: That's it? Breanna: Well, I used to date this one guy... Vladislaus: What of your father? Breanna: He died when I was little.
Vladislaus: I'm sorry. Breanna: It's fine, I don't even think about him honestly. What about you? Do you got any family? Vladislaus: None that I remember.
Vladislaus: I have spent two centuries here. It is only here that I have any meaningful memories. My spawn are my family, now. Caleb, Lilith... and you. Breanna: Huh? Oh. Cool.
Vladislaus: [ chuckles ] Perhaps cool is not the word I would use to describe one losing their memories to the passage of time, but to each their own. Breanna: Nah dude, I hope I lose every last one.
Vladislaus: You say this, but when your past begins to feel like a distant dream, I think you will feel differently.
Breanna: I think you got a big fuckin' head.
Vladislaus: All I ask is you pace yourself. The transition from human to vampire is more overwhelming than you give credit.
Breanna: I'm being careful, you don't have to remind me. I'm not stupid.
Vladislaus: I am urging caution, that is all. I realize your quick progress has emboldened you, but that is all the more reason to heed my warning, girl.
Vladislaus: You cut it very close today. Breanna: ...It really was an accident. Vladislaus: I never said it wasn't.
Vladislaus: You are only a fledgling. Of course, it is so that your powers... escape you at times. That is why I urge you to be cautious, my dear.
Vladislaus: [ snickers ] And that is why we have a rigorous training routine! Breanna: Rigorous, my ass. We haven't done shit today. Vladislaus: Nothing escapes you.
Breanna: Uhuh. You're alright Mr. Straud. Vladislaus: Vladislaus, please. Breanna: My momma always told me to respect my elders. Vladislaus: Thank you for that. Breanna: So how old are you anyways?
Vladislaus: [ sighs ] Old enough to know better. Breanna: I'm 21 by the way. Vladislaus: Good to know. Breanna: So you're like 30? Vladislaus: Is that a serious question?
Breanna: Yes? Vladislaus: I am well over two centuries old, my dear. Breanna: Oh. I meant, like, your body. Vladislaus: Isn't it rude to pry a man about his age? Breanna: That's only for women dumbass.
Vladislaus: Where do you think you're going? Breanna: Oh, nowhere. Just going to find Lily. I gotta ask her something important. Vladislaus: Have you forgotten your training? Breanna: We're vampires, why would we train in the sun?
Breanna: Shouldn't we train at night? Vladislaus: I hear your point. Breanna: It's pretty sad you need me to tell you how to do your job dude. Vladislaus: It is, isn't it?
Vladislaus: Farewell, little creature. Stay out of trouble. Breanna: Always!! â€
#ts4#the sims 4#ts4 story#sims 4 story#vladislaus straud#oc: breanna turner#đ±#straud: all#straud: standstill#idk why but breanna also being from louisiana is so embarrassing to me like im embarrassed to post this#yeehaw i guess
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đŻđđđđđđđđđđ: Hajime couldn't help it, not with how cute you looked so fast asleep next to him. Not with the way your smell overwhelmed his senses. After all, one taste couldn't hurt, could it? đźđđđđđđđđ: Hajime Umemiya (Wind Breaker) đđđđ đźđđđđ: 1k đźđđđđđđđ: Fem!Reader x Vampire!Umemiya. â ïžNSFW Dark Contentâ ïž. đźđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ: Somnophilia, blood, cunnilingus, dubcon, fingering, mild begging.
đŹđđđđđâđ đčđđđ: I'm not too sure how I feel about this one :< But! after a week we're finally back on schedule so there's that, we can finish out this month strong. I hope you enjoy, and my full masterlist for my kinktober can be found here.
Umemiya couldnât help himself, you just smelt so good. You were fast asleep, chest rising and falling in your slumber as he watches you. Features so peaceful, so trusting of him to be so vulnerable. He lets his nose slip into the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent. Maybe just one little bite couldnât hurt.. No. He had to keep his composure, you didnât even know. He was fearful of your reaction, your sweet charming boyfriend being a vampire? He couldnât imagine it going over that well. He hated that side of himself, hated being so out of control at the slightest smell of blood. Something as simple as a prick to your finger from a thorn in the garden nearly sent him into a frenzy just a week ago. And now here he was lips inches from your neck, throat dry as it ached for just a taste of you. Â
But with you looking so peaceful, being so defenseless, his mind wandering to what your blood would taste like on his tongue he couldnât help it. His lips trailing kisses along your jawline, sliding deeper, his nose dragging along your skin your sent consuming his senses. He couldnât hold back any longer and he just hoped you could forgive him as his teeth sunk into your neck, penetrating your soft flesh as the metallic taste of your blood fills his tastebuds. He had imagined what you tasted like for ages. Couldnât count the night he had fisted his cock at the thought of getting to taste your blood on his tongue.
He doesnât allow himself to lose control, forcibly pulling from you before he drank too much, tongue easing the clear mark that his teeth left behind, cock throbbing in desperate need to taste more of you. His hands slide up your thighs, brushing past the hem of his shirt you had fallen asleep in. The fact you were drenched in his own scent the both of you mingling together in a way that made his head spin. He wasted no time in sliding down your form, ducking under the covers to settle himself between your thighs.
He groans at the mere sight of your cunt, nose bumping the already dampening fabric, your body was so responsive to his, even unconscious. Inhaling your scent, mouth salivating, desperate for a taste of you. His hands grip the fabric that rests on your hips, pulling down your panties to expose your glistening cunt to his hungry gaze. Quick to stuff the material into his pocket for âsafe keepingâ. He slipped his tongue from his mouth pointing it as he flicked it back and forth slowly, his fingers making a V to part your folds and expose yourself to him so utterly and completely. His fingers move, sliding down either side of your clit, collecting as much arousal as he could on the pads of his fingers to aid in the slide of them past your entrance. All the while keeping his mouth latched onto your clit letting his teeth graze the bud
He lets his tongue loll out to slide between your folds until he comes into contact with your clit. Lapping up your cunt like he had something to prove, like it was the first time he was tasting it. Cock straining against the fabric that covered it, aching for any form of stimulation as his hands gripped your hips. Pulling you further onto his face as his tongue flattens, making sure to cover every surface area of your clit. His fingers curling within the depths of your cunt until he had found that spongey spot that sent you reeling. His free had slid up your body, slipping under the fabric of your sleep shirt. His hands settle on the soft mound of your breast, feeling your softness and the way it molds into his palm. Only causing him to lap at your cunt with more ferocity. His thumb traces around your nipple, rubbing in small circles as the bud hardens under the bad of his finger, murmuring against your clit how much a good girl you were being for him even though you were lost in sleep. It wasnât long before he felt your body shift under his ministrations, the cutest little whimpers spilling from your throat only spurring him on. Your fingers shoot out to grip his hair, thighs clamping on the side of his face.
âHajime.. fuck what are you-â Â Your words are cut off with a loud moan, head tossed as he curls his fingers once more in time with a twist to your sensitive bud.
âFuck baby couldnât help it, need to taste you please let me, I cant stop I need to taste you.â
Umemiyaâs words were an incoherent babble, not sure what he could possibly mean as his words were already being spoken not your sopping cunt. But your head was so fuzzy, overwhelmed with pleasure and still foggy from sleep, causing you to nod instantly with no hesitation. Instead of resuming eating your cunt however, Umemiya lets his teeth sink into your thigh. Eyes rolling back as your blood fills his mouth once more, drinking your essence. His eyes rolling back in his head, hips rutting desperately against the mattress below. The overwhelming taste of you consumed him. His fingers picked up their pace, fucking your cunt with his digits. The way your velvety walls contracted around the digits as you were forcibly thrown over the edge.
He lets a strong hand pin your hips to the mattress, not wanting to hurt you as he still drank from you. Groaning desperately into your skin as he fucked the mattress below, shaking violently as he pants the inside of his pants white with his cum. Pulling from you, as he laps the blood dripping from the wound in your thigh. Crawling up the bed to collect you in his arms, for right now he would let you sleep, he knew heâd have to explain the marks on your skin in the morning, but for now, he hoped you could forgive him and would still want him after he told you. Maybe youâd even let him turn you, the idea alone makes Hajime fall asleep with a smile on his face not even bothered by the stickiness of his underwear.
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OKAY OKAY LET ME COOK TAV HAS AN ABUSIVE EX LOVER AND ASTARION AND TAV RUN INTO THEM
We're all just trying to cook out here, let us cook!
TW - run-in with abusive ex, bf and ex get into a fight
Recommended Song: I Didn't Change My Number - Billie Eilish
Evening walks, humidity in the air from the day's rain, hands intertwined. You can't ask for much more. While you and Astarion enjoy a good party-filled night, it's nice to simply observe the bustle of dusk, lovers just now finding each other in alleyways, ridiculous drunken fights. It's fun, making little comments about the surrounding chaos, Astarion mostly just making fun of people's outfits.
"I mean really, I have never seen such a gaudy scarf in my life, and I've lived for almost three hundred years!"
"Yes, I remember."
"I'm just saying, truly a bad scarf."
You cling to him, as you usually do. The streets of Baldur's Gate make you nervous, so many uncertainties, especially one man. You never told Astarion about your past lover, not wanting to burden him with all of that. After all, you have no idea if he still lives in the city, but it still makes your skin crawl, knowing he's out there.
"Are you alright my sweet?"
He noticed you had slowed your steps, zoning out.
"Of course."
You smile, hiding the thoughts quite well. Eventually, the two of you make it to a quieter part of town, and you both lean against a stone building, taking in the sights of the stars. As people silently pass by, a figure makes their way towards you from the street.
"Well, if it isn't Tav? How are you old friend?"
Goosebumps, chills all across your skin. Your ex, a half-drow, eyes a burning purple. You stay silent, and Astarion simply watches the situation play out.
"Who's this?"
His gaze moves to Astarion. You wrap yourself around your lover's arm, squeezing him tight.
"Tav, would you like to go?"
Practically ignoring the drow, he turns to you, trying to deal with your fingers digging into his skin. You nod.
"Now hold on, I just wanted to say hi! Tav and I, we have a past together, and it just so happens I haven't seen them in a long time."
A grin grows across his face, disgustingly intrigued by your current circumstances.
"Yeah... hi."
You don't make eye contact, simply agreeing. Not liking the way things are progressing, Astarion goes to grab for the dagger under his coat, keeping his hand on the handle.
"Oh, so your new lover thinks he's so scary, huh? I'm sure you've told him all about me, right?"
"Aster, let's just go, please."
Your voice is practically a whisper at this point.
"Hold on darling, it's okay. I've got you."
He steps between you and the drow.
"Unless you want to be splayed all over the cobblestones, I'd suggest you move along now."
The drow steps to him.
"Splayed? Are you sure about that pretty boy?"
You didn't remember just how tall he was, making Astarion look tiny.
"Astarion!"
You plead, scared that he's bit off more than he can chew.
"Aw, scared for the pretty elf are you? Seems things haven't changed, you're still just a fearful mouse, prey."
He's said too much now, and the vampire pulls his dagger, meeting the drow's knife. While he's distracted trying to hold off Astarion's blade, the second dagger comes out, piercing right through the drow's stomach. He got him good, knowing right where to stab that would make him bleed profusely, but not kill him, not if he was quick. Your ex cries out in pain, he wasn't expecting the second blade. Astarion pulls him in by the collar.
"I never want to see you in this city again, understand?"
Still wheezing in shock, the drow nods, clutching at his stomach. Astarion smiles, content with his work.
"Good. Now, I would get someone to patch that up soon, lest you bleed out in the dark somewhere."
With that, he scurries off into the darkness, and you realize a few people were staring at the spectacle.
"Apologies, nothing to see here!"
Astarion waves off the strangers, and turns back to you.
"Are you alright my dear?"
You're still in shock, not expecting to see him here, now. You nod, wrapping yourself around his arm again.
"It's okay my love, it's over."
You mumble, lying against his arm.
"I know, I just-"
"Shhh, hush now. Let's go home, alright?"
You nod, weeping from the fear that still hasn't dissipated. He wipes away your tears, and you try to smile at him.
"Thank you."
"Of course my sweet, anything for you, always."
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The Right Plan
Younger Mikaelson sister reader x Hope Mikaelson
Summary: little blurb of Hope's younger sister, you, pestering her into doing something fun for a change. - you're only a year or two younger than Hope.
Warnings: none
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"Soooo?" You urged on. "No" Hope immediately replied. "Oh come on, seriously? It'll be so much fun!" You exclaim, making Hope look up from her grimoire.
"I know for a fact that it most certainly won't be so much fun. Especially when Mom and Dad find out" she crosses her arms, grimoire forgotten on her lap.
"You don't know that they will" you urge, still standing your ground on the situation. Your older sister looks up at you, an eyebrow raised in knowing.
"Okay, fine, so there's a good chance they'd find out. BUT if we concoct the right plan there's also a good chance that they won't find out as well." You explain to her.
"Really? You really want to go into all this, probably going to get in trouble either way, just to sneak out and go to a party in the middle of the woods? Is it just me or does that sound like a road to disaster?" She asks rhetorically, relaying what you've been nagging about to her for the past half an hour. Though in all honesty, she only started really listening to you for the past five minutes. The rest beforehand she was blocking out.
"So what if it is, at least we'll have fun for once instead of being in danger and almost dying by one of our family's never ending enemies." You stood from Hope's desk chair and walked in front of where she's sitting on her bed. "Plus, it'll be a natural experience that all teenagers should experience at least once in their lives" you shine your puppy dog eyes, as she calls them, to your sister.
Your persuasion tactics kicked in. Hope sighed and moved the heavy grimoire from her lap before she stood up in front of you. "Fine. But, on one condition" she says, giving into your desire of going to a party that's not formal and surrounded by family and vampires or supernatural creatures.
"Yes, anything" you nod, excitement practically oozing out of you. "We have to stay together the entire time, no wandering off, I don't want one of us to end up lost. And we have to tell at least one person where we're going."
You think it over for a second before groaning out, "fine." "But do we have to tell someone?" You say right after agreeing with her conditions.
All hope does is cross her arms and lift one of her eyebrows up again for you to sign and nod your head, succumbing to her wishes. "Alright, alright. Who should we tell...that's not going to get us in trouble" you point your finger up at her, knowing exactly who she was going to suggest.
"You don't know that he wou-" you cut her off with a blank stare. "...okay so maybe Uncle Elijah would, but would that be so bad?.. okay, fine I guess it would" she says after seeing the look you're giving her.
"Exactly. The old man is horrible at keeping anything from Mom or Dad. Especially if it somehow is linked back to us" you huff out, it's extremely annoying at times.
"Fine then. Who do you suggest?" She asks. You think for a moment before a smirk settles on your face.
Oh no, that's never good, you can basically hear Hope's thoughts flowing through her mind.
"Oh please, it's not that bad. Who do we know that loves to go behind everyone's back to have fun and create mischief? Huh? That's right, Uncle Kol. He would only tell Mom or Dad if there's something serious going on or we're in trouble. Think about it" you encourage.
Hope thinks it over for a solid minute while you just stabs there bored out of your mind for the longest minute you've has to endure in a while. "Alright, that works" she nods in agreement finally.
"Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You crash into your older sister, wrapping your arms around her torso in a hug. She wraps her arms right back around your neck, returning the embrace. "You're lucky," she whispers. "I know" you whisper back.
#hope mikaelson#hope marshall#older sister hope mikaelson#hope mikaelson x sister reader#hope mikaelson x little sister reader#hope mikaelson x little sister#hope mikaelson x reader#hope mikaelson x fem reader#hope mikaelson x female reader#hope#tribrid reader#party#cute#imagines#fluff#thevampirediaries#writing#fanfic#theoriginals#legacies
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I don't even bother scrolling the ao3 armandaniel tag anymore, I just wait for your glorious art and then read whatever you illustrate...
That being said if you had any recommendations I'd happily take the o' knowledgeable one
ah nonnie i am happy to pull some from my meticulously vetted list
remember to read and mind all the tags
a haunting just for company by valkyrisms
"I know what a breakup looks like," Daniel says. "The better question is, why are you coming to me about it? I'm the one who broke up your little sham." "This is what humans do, don't they?" Armand asks, letting his voice drop. "Crashing on their friends' couches when there's a blip in their romances?" "Except we're not friends. We're actually very much not friends." Daniel shrugs, as if it's all the same to him. "And I can't imagine the great vampire Armand deigning himself to sleep on my fucked-up sofa. That thing's been here since the nineties." "Well," Armand only says. "I saw you have a guest bedroom."
Lie Back and Let Me Unlock You by Thunder_Puss
Independently wealthy man, early 30's, seeks arrangement with young male aged 18-25, not too muscular and no more than 200lbs (anything more would be most unmanageable) to share my apartment and affection with for 1 year until slaughter. All needs up to that point will be met -surpassingly so, I must admit, as I can be rather doting. There will be no need to consider expenses as they will be covered entirely by myself- "-There will be a rigorous interview process consisting of correspondence by email..." Daniel shook his head, laughing. "Of course, buddy. I'm sure I'll have a lot of competition." He raised his whiskey glass to his lips and wet them. "If this sounds like an amenable blah blah... Christ, this guy is verbose. I'll have to bring along a thesaurus to keep up." Daniel Molloy was 24, not too muscular, and no more than 200lbs. He was also steadfast and enterprising -when he could keep his nose clean- and had nothing more interesting to do than chase a story about an independently wealthy man with the screen name Botticelli_Angel who seemed to have the world's most taboo kink. Daniel could play the part, see where the story took him for a while. If shit got too weird, he'd dip. (Spoiler: He doesnât dip.)
the sin and this mess we're in by ringfinger
Heâs sitting on a beach he hates, trading shitty jokes with a centuries-old monster whose body count would put Ed Gein to shame and who is almost certainly also plotting to turn him into a flesh lampshade. âDonât be dramatic,â Armand says, picking up on that thread, âI do wish youâd stop returning to that.â
how memory makes monsters into myth by blueskiddoo
âI said Iâm fine, Alice,â Daniel snaps, and time itself grinds to a halt. Not literally. Ha. The things you have to specify with vampires. Daniel wishes he could laugh, but the sound is stuck somewhere in his throat, along with his heart. Now, of course, his hand chooses to be perfectly still. Why the fuck did he say that? * daniel keeps slipping up and mistaking armand for his ex-wife and the more he looks back on his memories, the less reliable they get. he's pretty sure he married alice molloy, but how do you marry a woman who apparently never existed? armand is armand about it.
chase away my heart and heartache by sahwen
With nowhere to go and an eternity ahead of him, Armand decided to work his way backwards. Or: Armand's Tour de Divorce in six acts.
to stretch the night, to fill it fuller with dreams by typefortydeductions
Armand and Daniel return to Venice to confront some of Armand's oldest demons. Louis comes with them, trailing ghosts of his own.
I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love. by cannibalenthusiast
âDid we call each other boyfriend? Surely not. Sounds weird even saying out loud.â âYou were my beloved,â Armand says. âMy lover. My boy.â âYour human pet. Your mortal fool. I get it,â Daniel says, not neglecting to notice his use of the past tense. âYou want to go see a movie?â
such a pretty box (all fancy wrappings, and a bow on top) by snuffreel
âThat is a fascinating shade of scarlet. In the dark, now, it almost matches the color of her blood.â Or: Armand, Daniel, and the age-old question of what's really inside a girl.
flash the camera (you're a star) by exastris_scientia
Daniel is starting to think he should put a little more thought into the promises he makes in the heat of the moment. Heâd qualified it a little, sure, so technically he doesnât have to do it. And itâs not like he needs the money, not after Louis and Armand had thrown his thatâs my whore number comment back in his face by actually paying him ten million fucking dollars. But a promise is a promise, even if itâs one literally no one would expect him to follow through on. Whatever. He said he would, so he will. It might be fun. So he starts an OnlyFans.
bang it up inside by leavethebes
"Come on," Daniel goads. "Come the fuck on."
she will be your living end by kanxie
Daniel reaches his hand out for Armand to take. They wait a few moments in silence as the world stops moving around them. The animals hush. The air stills. A faint smell of smoky dust drops from the sky and lifts from the ground. Rural Armenia has always been too quiet for Armand, but this is to a level where noise itself seems to atrophy into a cold, nightmare-like state. Armand takes his hand, and the usual dampened sounds of movement are stark in this nothingness. âIt's okay to admit you're scared,â says Daniel. His deep and rumbling voice. Armand keens for it in the lamplight.
Armand and Daniel are at home when the bell tolls.
Backroads to Sonoma by burntcrimson
Where the hell have you been, Daniel wonders, and why me? A bloody American summer in the belly of the AIDS crisis.
open eyes and behind your teeth by tisiphones
It wasn't fascinating, the way the boy didn't know whether to lean into the touch or away from it, confused by the comfort and the pain it offered in equal measures. It wasn't. Armand could do the same thing â did do the same thing, whenever Louis deigned to touch him at all â and Louis still thought he was boring. It couldn't be this that had captivated him. But that didn't mean it wasn't fun. --- Armand weighs the pros and cons of dog ownership.
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A fic rec of One Direction fics where Louis is a villain of some sort as requested in an ask I can no longer find oof Hope you see this rec whoever asked for it! If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!
- Louis/Harry -
đ Wanted Most by BornOnABeach
(E, 156k, thief Louis) Louis Tomlinson is a thief, and a damn good one at that. Most have heard of him. Most don't understand him. And Harry Styles is the FBI agent who can never seem to catch him.
đ Cover Me with Jewels by ShatteredGlassHouse / @larryislove
(E, 55k, thief Louis) the one where Louis is a jewel thief and dating Harry Styles, the heir to a designer jewellery business empire, but Louis worries Harry will discover him, so he disappears for five years.Â
đ Tied Down by HamPalpert
(E, 48k, drug dealer Louis) The most interesting case in Liam and Niall's careers falls directly into their laps, courtesy of an epic fuck-up of one Harry Styles, partner to the almost-infamous drug dealer Louis Tomlinson.Â
đ I'll Throw Away My Faith (Just To Keep You Safe)Â by @theboyfriendstagram
(E, 42k, assassin Louis) AU. Harry Styles is an MI6 agent on a mission to find out whoâs planning on killing the Prime Minister. Louis Tomlinson is a wanted professional assassin, hired by the MI6 to kill whoever wants to kill the Prime Minister.
đ Please, Deceive Me by Larringiscaring
(E, 42k, thief Louis) Louis robs casino's with his ex-boyfriend, and Harry trusts a criminal a little more than he should
đ no pressure, no diamonds by @karamelised
(E, 42k, thief Louis) Louis is a thief, Harry a grifter. They are thrown together for a huge diamond heist in Paris, where their past soon catches up to them.
đ Buried Like Treasure by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird
(E, 40k, thief Louis) Semi-retired thief Louis Tomlinson has been pulled in for one last job: steal a painting from an uninhabited mansion. Neither one of them expects a natural disaster.
đ The Risen (series) by @creamcoffeelou
(E, 28k, cult au) In search of the next breaking story, Harry goes off to do something no one else has been able to do: get the scoop on Louis Tomlinson and his devoted group of followers.
đ For You, I Will (I Don't Believe in Magic, but) by theweightofmywords / @lil0
(E, 17k, criminal Louis) Louis leads two lives, when all he wants is a simple one with Harry.
đ focal point by rainbowsandgucci
(M, 8k, thief Louis) By the time you read this, Iâll be gone, so donât bother looking. Last night was lovely, Harry, Iâm sure you agree. Sorry to run, but thatâs just how life works sometimes, Iâm sure you understand. Donât forget about me. xx P.S. Thanks for the money
đ Daisy by Jennifer_Kaid / @poetsreprieve
(E, 3k, mob au) An assassin who lurks in shadows, who kills with a detachment towards his victims, their death always displayed artfully for anyone who stumbles upon the corpse once his work is done.
đ Stealing My Trust by Phillipa19
(E, 3k, organized crime) Harry hates the danger Louis' 'job' puts him in, but no one ever said being in love with a criminal would be easy.
đ we're swimming with the sharks until we drown by velvetnoodle
(T, 3k, thief Louis) Thereâs only one thing that makes Harryâs job on the casino floor bearable, and thatâs a chance to grab the attention of the mysterious man who frequents the establishment often.
đ How to Catch a Christmas Tree by Anonymous
(E, 2k, omegaverse) It's two days until Christmas and Harry needs a Christmas tree.
đ Marionette by Anonymous
(E, 2k, witch Louis) Harry is a vampire on the hunt. He doesnât know that heâs not the top of the food chain.
đ The shape I've made you into by flamboyo / @riverswater
(M, 1k, established relationship) "Sometimes, I wish you'd hit me."
đ Twenty-Eight by @beardyboyzx
(M, 1k, spy au) Agent Harry Styles has finally caught his nemesis, but there's a knot in the plot he's not ready to detangle.
- Rare Pairs -
đ To Catch a Thief by StormDancer
(E, 49k, Zayn/Louis) There are some rules even thieves have trouble breaking. Marriage vows, for instance.
#ficrec#villain louis#1dficvillage#hltracks#trackinghome#trackinghappily#tracksintheam#ficsfor4am#1dsource
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Old Web European Musical Sites
So this post started because I was looking through the waybackmachine on the Internet Archive for the old Disney Fairies site for a friend, and remembered I'd backed up some old musical related sites a couple years ago on the waybackmachine just to archive them.
Which made me remember how recently I saw someone on here, I don't remember who, asking if there were interviews either about Elisabeth das Musical or specifically with Uwe Kroger (the actor who originated the role of Der Tod/Death) in English to which someone had answered no but there are some quotes and fragments in other posts on here. Which made me remember an old website I'd found that did have interviews on and I went out to find it. After I found it, I tried to find another website I'd found that had nice old photos of Uwe on that I'd save for I'd never seen them anywhere else, but sadly can no longer find the site and I hadn't bookmarked it or archived it. But, in doing so I did find some others.
So, come along with me as I find some ye olde websites based around European Musicals and Non-English Musicals, all of which I am archiving using the waybackmachine and can be found on my archive.org account @ wennli3b3 under the 'web archives' tab on my profile.
What is old web? The aesthetics wiki describes it as "Essentially consisting of screencaps and gifs, Old Web is an aesthetic utilizing traditional web design elements combined with aspects of poetry and self-expression. This also includes GIFs, video games, and clip-art. This aesthetic expresses nostalgia for Internet culture of the early 1990s to early 2010s." Think of old GeoCities and AngelFire websites, the pre-2010s internet where it wasn't uncommon for anyone to make their own little website for anything and the internet wasn't just social media. There's just such a charm for me about these old sites and the work people put into customising and decorating their sites, often just as a fun project for themselves or a way to document things they loved. Therefore the websites we'll be looking at are from the 90s up to the late 2000s, 2010s and onwards websites don't count for this list.
What is the waybackmachine? The waybackmachine is hosted on the Internet Archive, it's a digital archive of websites that lets you visit websites as they were during the past if they've been archived there.
[Note: this post won't have clickable links because that can make Tumblr unhappy and either hide or soft-block my post, so sadly no clickable links, but I will write out the links with spaces in the hopes that won't hide the post and you will just have to type them in for yourselves, and I will link my web archive page in the replies to this post. I am also not claiming to be the first to back these sites up or discover them, some of them have already been archived in past, but doing them all under one account means you guys can have an easy list of them all in one place. Some of these sites no longer exist and are only accessible via the waybackmachine, in those cases I will save those sites to my web archive so they are all listed on one page.]
1. musicalvienna . at
Staring with a website some of you will be familiar with and while in it's current 2023 form doesn't count as old web and is easily accessible, we're going back in time with the waybackmachine to see how the site looked and what information it had about old current productions in 2000-2008. And frankly I don't know what to do with the information that at some point in 2000 there was a 'vampire museum' inside the Raimund Theatre that had what appears to be a wax figure of Steve Barton in his original Graf von Krolock costume. I. What??
2. eljen . net / kroeger
A fansite dedicated to Uwe Kroger, the actor, that was run seemingly from 1998-2002 that old photos, links to music that no longer work, but most important to me is the 'Press' page that has many articles and interviews with Uwe that have been translated into English! The site is also available in German eljen . net / kroeger / deutsch. A special shoutout to Uwe's own drawing of himself as Der Tod.
3. eljen . net / elisabeth
Run by the same person as the first site, in fact it is technically the same site however if you go to the root eljen . net there is just a blank page with a link to the /kroeger site, there's no direct link to the Elisabeth site, you can only find it through googling or having the direct URL.
4. iukc . de
The Uwe Kroger fanclub webite seems to have started around 2000 but it was taken offline sometime after October 2021 as going to the URL now leads to a 404 error page, but the site is still accessible using the waybackmachine. On a 2019 capture of the website it states this fanclub was dissolved on December 31st 2019 and was advertising the uwe-kroeger-community . com website as a new fanclub. Some of the pages are available in English and Japanese, but all of the pages are only available in German. The site includes information about the fanclub, as well as lists of Uwe's work, discography, and more.
5. gudrun-kauck . de
A site that as far as I can tell is run by someone just documenting their life and things they see, and that happens to include many musicals. Down the left side of the site there are pages for The Phantom of the Opera, Tanz der Vampire, Ludwig, Concerts, Musicals and Actors. Here there is so much information, interviews, photos, screenshots, transcriptions of scripts and lyrics, articles, and more. This site is a real treasure trove. It's been updating since at least 2004 and it's most recent update was in 2023. This site is in German.
6. jimsteinman . com
The Tanz der Vampire page on Jim Stienman's website has links to lots of articles, interviews and photos for the original 1997 Vienna production and the 2000 Stuttgart production. This site is in English.
7. carpe-jugulujm . com
Another site that is no longer active and can only be accessed via the waybackmachine, it was online by 2006 and taken offline between late 2021 and 2023. It has information on productions of Tanz der Vampire between 1997 and 2009 and is one of the few if not the only place I've found information about the 2000 Estonia production. This site is in English.
8. geocities . ws / mymusicalworlds
This website is all in Chinese, however parts of it are in English and German. It lists information on different musicals, actors, and has lyrics for songs, and photos. It also has midi files but, as with almost all of these old sites, the download links no longer work.
9. theatre-musical . com
This website started around 2002 and was closed some time in 2016, if you go to the website now all you'll get is a message saying the website has been closed, however the old pages are still accessible via the waybackmachine. There's pages for many musicals with lots of information about each show and each of these musical pages has a link to a page that lists other sites, official and fanmade, that are about this musical. There's many more sites to find via
10. elisabeth-fanclub . de
A fansite dedicated to Elisabeth das Musical, more specifically the 2001 Essen production and 2003 Vienna Revival. This site includes information and photos about these productions. It was online by 2004 and was taken offline some time after 2007 and is only now available via the waybackmachine. This site is in German.
11. sisi-net . de
While this site is more dedicated to the actual real Empress Elisabeth, it also has a page dedicated to Elisabeth das Musical which includes several articles and interviews for the 2001 Essen production. There is also some information on here about the Ludwig musical. This site is in German. It was online by 1999, in 2008 the site was empty and "'"under construction" and after 2008 seemed to have either had it's domain sold or hacked and became used for something else, and by 2019 was offline.
12. geocities . com / broadway / 8851
Another site that is dedicated to the real person Elisabeth, but also has information about multiple productions of Elisabeth das Musical. The site was started in 1996 and is no longer online as GeoCities no longer exists as a website hoster, but can be accessed using the waybackmachine. This site is in English.
13. elisabeth-musicpage . de
A German fansite for the 2001 Essen production of Elisabeth das Musical that contains information about the show, merchandise, photos, etc. The site was online by 2002, went under construction in 2005 and after 2006 went offline and only accessible via the waybackmachine. This site is in German.
14. elisabeth-das-musical . de
The old official site for the 2001 Essen production of Elisabeth das Musical. It's only accessible via the waybackamachine however all I could access is this homepage as the site seems to require flash player which no longer exists. The site was made in 2001, by 2006 it was redirecting to a different website that no longer exists, and by 2008 it was just offline.
15. sissi . nl
The official site for the 1999 Dutch production of Elisabeth das Musical. The site went up in 1999 and is no longer online and only accessible via the waybackmachine.
16. marloes . info
A site where someone cataloged every musical they saw between 1996 and 2004. Some of these listings link to their reviews of the musicals and pictures they took (the pictures of Elisabeth das Musical really interest me because they went on a night where Jesper Tyden was understudying for Der Tod (he usually played Rudolf) in teh 2001 Essen production).
17. danceofthevampries . com
The official site for the 2002 Broadway production of Tanz der Vampire. Whilst we all have... feelings about this production, the site's design is very of its time. It has information on the (re-written) plot, cast, downloads for the original English demo recordings (that no longer work), and more. In 2002 the cast page lists the Broadway cast, after the shows closure in 2003 these pages advertised the 2003 Hamburg cast, and by 2006 it now advertises the 2006 Berlin cast, and then even by 2012 that page was no longer being updated. This site is now only accessible via the waybackmachine, I don't know when exactly it went offline but I remember being able to acccess it back in 2020. This site is in English.
18. tanzdervampire . de
The official site for German-lanuage productions of Tanz der Vampire from 2000 to around 2004, mostly the 2003 Hamburg production. Some pages of the site sometimes redirect to musicalwelt . de, like the 'galarie' page that links to a page of many paintings by Mike Schöbs of the original 1997 Vienna production. The site is only accessible via the waybackmachine, sometimes I have difficultly loading the pages, and sometimes the pages on later dates redirect to stagegholding . de which no longer exists or works.
19. tanz-der-vampire . de
A fansite for the 2003 Hamburg production of Tanz der Vampire that is still online. It has info about the musical and this production. The page I found the most interesting is the info > links page. It has a list that includes screenshots of websites from around 2003 with official and fanmade sites for different actors from the musical (such as Marjan Shaki, Maike Switzer, Aris Sas, Thomas MĂŒlner, Jens Janke, Ian Jon Bourg, Kevin Tarte and more) most if not all of these sites are on the waybackmachine (and I'm saving them to my own web archive page rather than listing them all here, Tumblr has a text limit and an image limit and we're already running close to it).
20. fuer-sarah . de
A fansite dedicated to actors who played Sarah including understudies, alternates, swings, and dancers who played Sarah/Solo Female Dancer in the dance sequences in Tanz der Vampire. This site is in German and is only available via the waybackmachine and was active between 2001-2005.
21. musicalland . de
A fansite dedicated to musical theatre with some more specific pages dedicated too Elisabeth das Musical, The Phantom of the Opera, 42nd Street and Mamma Mia. The site is still online and stopped updating in 2010. This site is in German. The link to the Elisabeth das Musical page no longer works, but can still be accessed using the waybackmachine.
22. old-hickory . demon . co . uk / jim
A fan page for composer Jim Steinman that has pages about his non-musical work as well as his musicals Tanz der Vampire and Whistle Down the Wind. The Tanz der Vampire pages include lyrics in German and English, as well as the entire original 1997 Vienna libretto translated into English, as well as the 2000 Stuttgart production's programme fully translated into English that includes information and interviews. The site is in English and only accessible via the waybackmachine.
23. romeojulietmusicals . com
A fan site for the French musical Roméo et Juliette that has pages dedicated to many different language productions with cast lists, information, lyrics and lyric translations. There are galleries on the site but the images on longer load. This site is in English and was online between 2004 to 2008. There is a 'related links' page that contains so many more links to other musical sites.
24. compat . tf1 . fr
A fan site for Roméo et Juliette for the original 2000 Paris production containing images of the cast, and video interviews and behind the scenes with links that no longer work. This site is in French.
25. mozartbudapest . hu
The official website for the 2003 Budapest production of Mozart das Musical. This website is only accessible via the waybackmachine, it contains the cast list, a bio of Mozart (the person), but sadly most of the image no longer work. I mention it here only because when i opened it I was surprised the original logo animation and music still played. This site is available in English and Hungarian.
26. notredameonline . com
During 2000-2001 this URL was for the French musical Notre Dame de Paris and you can see this via the waybackmachine. The site then went offline after 2001 and the domain was sold and since 2006 has belonged to the University of Notre Dame. I really like the design of this site, sadly most of the links open pop-ups that no longer work. The site is available in French and English.
27. notredamedeparis . it
The official site for the 2002 Italian tour of Notre Dame de Paris. It has a lot of information about the musical and this specific production. This site is in Italian and is only accessible via the waybackmachine.
28. geocities . ws / dreamcatcher182004
A fansite dedicated to a few musicals that was last updated in 2003. It has pages for Chicago, Les Mis, Miss Saigon, The Phantom of the Opera and Tanz der Vampire.
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So yeah, that was a list. I hope that was interesting or for anyone wanting to find more information about these musicals for research, essays, or just for fun, that this post was helpful or interesting in some way. There are a lot more websites than just the ones on this list, however Tumblr has both a photo and a character limit for text posts. Hope someone found this interesting. I just like making lists.
#this is so niche omg but i love old web and euro musicals and hey theres some good resources on here for anyone looking for info on musicals#hi im damien im 25 and i love to make lists#european musicals#non english language musicals#tanz der vampire#elisabeth das musical#notre dame de paris#nddp#retj#romeo et juliette#roméo et juliette#mozart das musical#phantom of the opera#mytext#masterlists#poto#europeanmusicals
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The Wayne doll house
Have some haunted doll au, since it's been bubbling away in my mind.
The bat cave is large and sprawling, many layers and tunnels and hollowed out cracks in the walls. It takes many years to fully reinforce to prevent stray kids from tripping into stagnant waters or fall down crags as he once did. The doll cave, as it becomes known, is in one of the deepest, darkest corners, one where the lights of the furnished caverns above don't reach.
It's one late night sitting at the computer when it suddenly occurs to Bruce that his first encounter with a doll was at the well entrance, many levels above.
There was nothing there when he went back.
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The justice league stared at the subaru. The subaru, having no eyes, did not stare back.
The seven of them had just finished a very long, arduous mission, and narrowly escaped government censure after the base they'd been raiding had turned out to belong to some corrupt official. With the alert up, they couldn't escape through city airspace, or even in their hero suits.
So civilian it was.
Batman had hotwired some bloke's car while the rest of them ducked into alleys and shop bathrooms, but the problem remained. There was seven of them. And five seats.
"I can shift into something more suitable for being carried," suggested j'onn, "but I believe one of us might have to hide."
"Foot well?" Hal tried, and everyone looked around at the tall, bulky, broad heroes.
"Think they'd have to go in the boot," Barry finally said. Everyone immediately turned to him. "No."
Batman spoke up before the discussion could devolve.
"I think.... I would be best for that."
The team stared.
"Batsy?"
Having no lungs meant he could not drag in the tired sigh he wished, but whatever force allowed this body to talk was capable of approximating something suitably resigned.
"As I am, I am... incapable of fully passing as human. It would be best if I remained out of sight."
"So just? Go change? I swear we won't be weird about whoever you are under the mask. Even if you're like, bald."
"Thank you, Wally, but I'm afraid I'm being serious." Reaching for the mask in broad daylight was unpleasant, but the glue and wires held as he gave it a few thorough tugs. "It doesn't detach."
Everyone stared. Clark reached out as if he wanted to check, but withdrew.
"Do you even have a civilian identity??" Oliver eventually asked. "Because at this point I'm genuinely not sure."
Wayne Enterprises and Queen Industries had a meeting that same evening. "Hn."
"Can we go back to the 'incapable of passing as human' part?!"
"We can discuss it in the car," he snapped, stalking past Barry and popping the boot. "In case you haven't forgotten, we're on a time limit."
For once, that seemed to encourage them, and batman, with great dignity, folded his joints and cape into the small space, ignoring Hal's mutter of 'what kind of contortionist -' as he slammed the lid. With a little shuffling he managed to activate his comms.
"I will inform the watchtower of our delay."
"Batman, they're tapping all outgoing signals, you can't -"
"It won't trigger," he interrupted, before he twisted his consciousness and sent it spiralling across the country.
Bruce awoke with a groan, stretching his limbs and taking a moment to marinate in his annoyance before he reached for the comm and voice modulator on the beside table.
"Batman to watchtower, we've encountered delays. If the Texan state government calls we haven't entered the state in six weeks. Batman out."
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"Alien?"
"No."
"Reanimated corpse?"
"No."
"Uh... Demon?"
"Hm. No."
"You're not just a meta human, are you?"
"No."
"Vampire?"
"No."
"Robot??"
"No."
"Batsy, please, someone's got to win the bet eventually. How do we even know you're not lying?!"
"You don't," Batman said, not looking up from his paperwork and Flash groaned, letting his sticky notes fall to the floor as he buried his head in his arms.
"One day," he bemoaned to the keyboard, "one day we'll figure it out."
"Until then please keep your eyes on the monitors."
Flash groaned again.
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Robin ducked under superman's arm as he scuttled down the corridor, laden with the night's haul of snacks. The real problem wasn't getting them - stopping league members from raiding the kitchen would be extremely counterproductive - but keeping them until he could return home to his human body to eat them. Batman had started searching him each time they left and it was really cutting into his daily sugar intake. Unfair! Just because he didn't actually use energy to stay up my night to fight crime, it felt like he did!!
'Oh, you're broken, Robin, oh, don't go out until the glue has fully set, Robin' his arm was fine! It wasn't like there was much crime to be fought on the watchtower anyway! At least not physically.
So he was pretty pleased with himself until he went to set the snacks down and found that the tar like glue they used had soaked through the sleeve and gotten all over his chocolates.
With his other hand, he tried to pry them off, wincing as the wrappers tore and stuck. He tried to shake it, ignoring the way his elbow rattled in the joint.
"Come on, come on - aw, cheezits."
The arm fell off. Robin stared despondently at the limb, surrounded by torn wrappers and dripping black glue where it connected to the elbow. The sour stink of formaldehyde filled the air.
He was going to be in such trouble with Bruce.
The click of the door jerked his head up.
Flash stood in the doorway, wide eyed. Robin stared back.
Flash screamed.
Oh yeah @dehydratedmockingbird have a thing
#batman#Possessed doll au#bruce wayne#justice league#cryptid batman#Cryptid batfam#Didn't fit in there but I wanted to include that every bat member has a mask that covers their mouth#They've all got nutcracker jaws#I don't know the technical name but you know the ones where only a block moves for the mouth and the cheeks don't?#Super creepy on a life size thing I'd imagine#So if their mouth guard or mask gets ruined guess who's having nightmares that night!#Normally cryptid batfam go to great lengths to Look Inhuman and these guys still do it's just easier to not get joints jammed if you cover#Them up. Doesn't mean they haven't pavloved the whole criminal underground into terror at the sound of wooden clacking#They can turn ALL their joints 360 and it terrifies the average goon when you try to sneak behind a bat and it just swivels around to lock#With you. They grapple by shooting their hands out (so they can't lose their grapples) and it doesn't look nice. Yes they use it to#High five from across rooftops or grab things. Punch people in the face from the rafters. (pie the joker)#Their outfits look painted on (they mostly are). Ears swivel. They each have gliding wings installed in their backs after a scare with ivy#Clark was too polite to ask about the rattling and hissing noises he made until one day he was scouting with xray vision glanced over#And nearly screamed XD#long post#long tags
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7 Days of Scarepairs: Denzo | Damon Salvatore x Enzo St. John (The Vampire Diaries) + "Trick or Treaters"
The door went for the millionth time. Damon didn't bother to stifle his groan of annoyance this time, but Enzo was already on his feet and greeting the stupid little brats as they screamed for a treat. He indulged them, chuckling as they shoved their greedy little fists into the bowl and shovelled more than the polite amount of candy into their buckets and bags.
They moved on, and Enzo closed the door just as Damon started to loudly say, "You know, it's called trick or treating. I suggest that next time, we give them a trick."
Enzo shook his head at him, giving him that familiar look as he reclaimed his seat beside him on the couch. "Oh? Let me guess: you want to show a little bit of fang, some black veins and red eyes?"
Damon spread his hands and raised his eyebrows.
"I'm not letting you scare some poor little kids on Halloween," Enzo said sternly, shoving the bowl back onto the coffee table, exchanging it for his glass.
"Why not?"
"Because they're innocent children," he countered like that was obvious before taking a drink of his completely victimless pint of blood. "But if it really means that much to you, then you can answer the door next time it goes and pretend you're wearing makeup."
The door went again, right on time. Damon grinned wickedly as Enzo lowered his glass, clearly already regretting his words. He looked at him warningly but he had already swiped the bowl from the table and crossed the room in a matter of a second.
He took a moment, his hand poised. Then he flung the door open and left his full vampire face on display. Instead of the expected screams, the two little girls shouted with pure joy. His face dropped as Lizzie and Josie clapped in excitement.
"Really, Damon?" Caroline asked, an eyebrow raised disapprovingly.
Bonnie smiled. "Nice face. Not the most realistic vampire I've seen tonight, though, I've gotta say."
He smiled mockingly back at her. He tossed a miniture chocolate bar into each of the twin's baskets, then he stepped aside to let them in. Bonnie swiped the bowl from his hands on the way past, her face lighting up.
"See, this is why I said we shouldn't answer the door on Halloween," he said loudly and closed the door. "We've been invaded by witches."
"Uh, hello?" Caroline said pointedly.
"Fine, it's three against three," Damon said, walking past her and reclaiming his seat beside Enzo, who was busy complimenting the twins on their very realistic witch costumes. "I'm still not happy about it."
It was Bonnie's turn to roll her eyes at him as she planted herself on the other couch, setting the bowl of candy in her lap. "Come on, I thought you'd get a kick out of Halloween."
"I do, in fact," Damon said. "I love Halloween. I love scaring people to death and drinking from open veins without anyone batting an eye. What I don't enjoy is being stuck in the house all night on the one day of the year when I could be doing any number of things instead."
"Well, most of the trick of treaters are going home now," Bonnie said with a shrug. "So, if you wanted, you could come out with us. We're going to get these two home and in bed, then we were gonna go to the Grill."
Caroline flashed a genuinely excited grin as she said, "They have themed cocktails."
Damon glanced at Enzo, who shrugged as if to say, I don't see why not.
"But one rule," Caroline said, and she pointed right at Damon, "you are not allowed to feed on anyone. At least not anyone in the Grill. It's Matt's rule, and I promised him that none of his employees would be running around with bandages on their necks or wrists."
"I guess dressing up as a mummy was off limits, then," Enzo said in amusement, knocking back the rest of his glass.
"Funny," Caroline said dryly, her eyes narrowing.
Damon helds his hands up. "Fine, we promise. Anything is better than hearing one more knock on that door. I might actually kill someone."
Bonnie threw a bonbon at him in warning. He popped it into his mouth and winked, but when prompted by Caroline, both he and Enzo promised that they wouldn't harm anyone at the Grill.
"Although, technically," Damon said as they were about to leave, shrugging on his leather jacket, "it's not harming them if they're not compelled and they want it, right? Halloween brings out all kinds of freaks, you know. A lot of people love vampires."
Caroline scoffed in disgust and ushered Lizzie outside to join Bonnie, who already had Josie in her arms and was using magic to move the detachable spider on her wrist, making her laugh as it crawled up onto her shoulder.
He raised his eyebrows at Enzo, who returned the gesture, a particular hunger flickering in his eyes. Damon grinned and followed him out. Tonight could be fun after all.
#tvd#the vampire diaries#denzo#damon salvatore#enzo st. john#damon x enzo#enzo x damon#otp: then I have nothing left#otp: and they were cellmates#murder husbands#7 days of scarpairs#bonnie bennett#caroline forbes#lizzie saltzman#josie saltzman#myedit*#domestic denzo my beloved <3#baroline#rowing the rarepair rowboat#rarepair rowboat
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I'm curious on why do you think Daniel would hate Armand when he recovers his memory... I thought he would resent him or be ashamed of being in love with the guy who tortured him not too long ago (He could maybe even prescribe himself as having Stockholm Syndrome).
I also can't wait to see all the relationships in Dubai in S3, the angst omg
Hi!
So I don't think Daniel is going to recover all of his memories before the start of Season 3. I think he's just going to remember one more thing by the end of the season via one memory, which will reveal that he and Armand -- at some unknown point -- had sex and said "I love you" to each other.
And that is all Daniel is going to remember of his and Armand's relationship -- that they had sex at some point in time and there was an "I love you" exchange (likely during it) and that's it.
And that little bit Daniel remembers is in no way going to tell the whole story of everything. And that is going to be the key as to how and why he'll react the way I think he will.
Because there is no way, IMO, that Daniel would be happy to learn he and Armand were involved with each other like that with only that little bit of info about it all. Especially not after how Daniel has been reacting to just the whole Rashid deception.
Because after learning that Armand might have very well screwed with his mind not just for days, but for who knows how long? And doing so to hide that something like that happened? I think Daniel is going to view it all as Armand lying to him in a HUGE way. No matter what Armand's excuse for it might be.
And now also given the fact that Daniel knows Armand has messed with Louis' mind in the same way too, I don't think that is going to help Armand in any case he might plead about why he did it in Daniel's eyes either. I really do think Daniel going to see it -- at first -- as nothing but manipulation on Armand's part at first. And, as Eric himself said, Daniel doesn't like being bullied.
Now, I'm not saying that Daniel will only see it that way from here on out. But if Season 2 ends with a reveal that they had sex and said "I love you" to each other in the past at some unknown point (and I still think that reveal will be coming in episode 2x08), the first half of Season 3 is going to have Daniel super angry about that, along with some shame too as well of course, I'm sure. Especially because he's not going to have the full context of it all.
But it'll probably take until the middle of Season 3 before Daniel is even willing to hear Armand fully out about it I bet.
And honestly, I think Armand is going to have to deal with a lot of anger coming at him during the first half of Season 3, and not just from Daniel. I fully expect Lestat to be there and, since we know we're getting Lestat's backstory in Season 3 then, if you know that story from The Vampire Lestat, Armand doesn't exactly cover himself in glory during the events there either. Heck, Louis already alluded to the hands thing with Nicki in this very episode.
So yeah, Daniel won't be the only one angry at Armand for a time at the start of Season 3 IMO, but I do think he will be. And what Daniel will very likely hear wrt Lestat's backstory isn't going to help things in that regard either I bet, coupled with the fact that his memory of their time together as lovers will only be remembering one fleeting moment and that's all.
Daniel won't yet have his full memory of everything regarding him and Armand together going into Season 3; not for a (long) while IMO. And so missing a lot of context is going to inform Daniel's first and immediate reaction to learning it, IMO.
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