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Naturae Ferox Chapter 11

Summary:

Caught up in the manipulation and seduction of a certain vampire, Fen struggles with her own sense of control and autonomy, all whilst struggling to hide her own secrets.

A druid without connection. A Chosen without faith. Rage without control.

Pairing: Astarion x Female OC

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Non-con, Slavery, Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Spoilers

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Chapter 11: Sunlight

Fen awoke to shadows of leaves dancing over her face. The morning sun had risen, and the canopy-filtered light kissed her eyes awake.

The makeshift bed beside her was empty. Her companion had awoken before she had, and now sat on the end of the blankets facing the sun, greeting the day. Fen reconsidered every thought she previously had about how he looked in the moonlight, it was evident in all his naked glory that Astarion was clearly made for the sun

They hadn't spoken aside from the odd hushed word, but despite how the night had ended, she had rested surprisingly well against his still chest. Her reverie had reached her first - no doubt from the blood loss - and she had found herself drifting into her trance just as Astarion's fingers had started to trace the skin of her arm. She had had her usual reverie; she was picking white flowers down by a river she had come to understand was the Chionthar. The hem of her skirt muddied. It was a welcome meditation.

Seeing Astarion bathe in the light would have been the perfect picture of peace but her breath caught in her throat when she saw the deep complex rings covering the wide expanse of his back. She knew scars, and knew how deep the offending wounds must have been to cause scars so raised. Fen wondered how she didn’t notice them last night, but then remembered how effortlessly he had pulled away, manoeuvred her, distracted her, whenever her hands went astray.

"I'm surprised you're awake." He said, not turning to face her, "I thought you’d be exhausted after last night."

She came to sit next to him, resting her cheek against the cool of his shoulder. Looking up at him she could see that his eyes were closed and his face relaxed into the light. Fen could gaze upon him for eternity.

"You seem very sure of yourself. Who's to say it was that good?" She teased, longing for the camaraderie they usually shared.

"Who's to say I wasn't holding back?" He shoved his shoulder slightly. Her resultant smile was short-lived, however, as she caught another glimpse over his shoulder.

"Your scars…" She whispered, unsure of how to phrase her question, or even what the question was.

"Oh those." He chuckled humourlessly, "Cazador said they were his gift. A poem to carry with me. He considered himself quite the poet actually, and his spawn were his canvas."

That far off look was back. Wherever he was, it wasn't on the forest floor with her.

"He composed and carved that one over the course of a night" His body rippled slightly, in dreadful remembrance, "He made a lot of revisions as he went."

But how had the scars remained? She had seen herself how he had healed so perfectly after her assault. They had fought countless foes over the last tendays, and even as nimble as he was, he had sustained his own wounds, but now his skin was as perfect and timeless as ever. He was the perfect statue, frozen in time, completely unaffected by the turmoil around him - well at least physically.

"How did it even scar?" Her voice was small and curious like a child’s. "Your wounds, they heal so quickly."

"My body was as Cazador willed it to be. If he wanted it to remain, it would remain. " His hand came to find hers, and she was surprised by the small gesture. She tried to catch his eyes but could only see pools of scarlet through his eyelashes as he watched the circles his fingers mindlessly drew into her palm.

"He could flagellate me or flay me, and within days my skin would be ready for another round." Her stomach twisted not only at the thought, but also his flat monotone recollection of his torture. "Over the course of a week I had nearly every inch of my skin peeled from my flesh. I healed just in time for him to start again."

Her hair stood on edge. Cazador wasn't confined to the limits of his spawns’ flesh. Accelerated vampiric healing allowed the torture to continue. There was never any respite for Astarion.

"No, this was different... It was deliberate. Whatever he carved into me he wanted me to carry for eternity."

His fingers stilled as he finished, looking up to finally meet her eyes. There was no tortured look in his dark red eyes, only of resignation, well earned from two centuries of torment.

"And what do they say?" She asked finally. She longed to trace their raised edges, trying to find any meaning in the shapes, as if there was any reasoning to be found in his suffering.

"How would I know?" He sneered sarcastically, "It's not like I asked for a candlelit rendition, did I?" She pulled her hand away, feeling any sense of real connection was to imminently be severed, as it always was. "It's not like I can look in the mirror and see for myself, can I?"

"I'm sorry-" was all she could think to say.

"Your sympathy is superfluous. It’s not like you did it to me.” His eyes closed and he took a deep breath. “It doesn't matter. Whatever he wrote, it won't change what he did. Who he is."

A sudden feeling consumed her. An oath ready to be made.

"I’ll keep you safe."

A moment in silence.

Four words.

With four words a rope had been cast between them.

There was a strange look in his eyes. Relief? Victory? One corner of his mouth twitched in response. She wasn't even sure what she had sworn herself to, or whether it was even possible.

“I won’t let him hurt you.” She whispered again.

"Let him?" He scoffed “Do you have any idea the power a vampire lord possesses?"

Fen of course knew of the great power of true vampires. They could change shape before your eyes, turn into foaming red mists and call upon huge hordes of wolves for their dreadful bidding. Fortunately, she had never come against one on her sacred missions, only their spawns, and they themselves had been more than formidable. The elf next to her was more evidence of this. If Astarion was as quick, strong and deadly as he was, how strong was Cazador?

"I've killed spawn before, you know." Fen said, defensively. She didn't want him to think of her as weak - not like the others had. "I was actually somewhat a successful monster hunter… well before."

He threw his head back, leaning back on his hands as he laughed. Her eyebrows pinched in annoyance.

"Be sure to mention that to him if he saunters on into camp tonight. That'll definitely save your little neck."

Her arms folded and she turned to face forward. Perhaps she hadn’t had the reputation of the great Blade of Frontiers, or the deadly finesse of a warrior of Creche K’iilr. She hadn’t had the combat experience that Karlach had fighting in the Blood Wars, or the tremendous power of a prodigy of Mystra, but there was a point not that long ago that the unnatural beings of Faerûn would fear the Chosen of Silvanus.

“Oh, come on, you know I didn’t mean it like that. You’re so sensitive.”

Her scowl only intensified.

Suddenly he was on her once again, His legs pinning her down as she looked up at him through the cage of his arms. She hated how quickly her annoyance dissolved away. She hated what he was able to do to her.

“I know exactly what you’re capable of, my little Hedge Witch.” His face was just inches from her. A loose curl tickled her forehead.

“I’ve seen - and felt - firsthand what those claws can do.”

And then his mouth was on her once again, taking her bottom lip gently between his. She forgot how to breathe.

“But I would say your monster hunting days may just be behind you” he said once they broke apart, an eyebrow raised in playful thoughtfulness. “Especially after what you let this monster do to you last night.”

She squealed with delight when his lips peppered kisses into the side of her neck.

“Maybe this is all part of my plan” She giggled. “Leave you vulnerable before I strike.” She placed a hand just where his beating heart would be - where a stake would end it all.

She could feel his smile on her skin. “Tell me darling, do you usually let bloodsuckers have their deviant way with you before you kill them.”

“Perhaps I’m trying something new-” She was interrupted by his ministrations. He had pressed his fangs gently to her skin, but not with enough pressure to break through.

He laughed again. “I can appreciate a novel approach.” His lips were on hers once again, and they kissed through both of their smiles.

Everything about this was the perfect picture of normality. Flirtatious words, stolen kisses, giggles and smiles. Exactly what one would expect the morning after a night of passion. After midsummer celebrations she would have awoken like this, laughing as another novice picked the straw out of her hair. Carefree, young, normal.

This was the time to revel in the memory of the previous night. Astarion had bought her no bounds of pleasure, and so effortlessly. She had crumbled in a way she didn’t know possible with his words, his fingers - in fact with all the tools at his disposal. There was no denying he was well practised. He had bought her to the edge of oblivion like he knew the route well. He knew her body better than she did.

But there was something else she couldn’t let go.

The way he quivered at her simplest touch - seemingly more affected by the gentle brush of her fingers than the relentless pace of his body within hers. And then it all changed.

“Astarion, about last night…” she started, unsure of herself.

“What of it?” His voice was muffled against the skin over her sternum as he pressed kisses into her.

“Can we talk about it?”

“What is there to talk about?” He said as he trailed his mouth between her breasts. “I say we re-enact it.”

Fen grabbed his head just as he reached her abdomen, forcing him to face her.

“What happened?” Her voice was as serious as her expression.

“Oh dear, did you mother never give you the talk?” He rested his chin against her, in the absolute image of nonchalance. “I’d use the usual analogy of birds and bees, but that may be a bit too literal for your shape-shifting types.”

She leant up on her elbows to get a better look at him.

“Come on, you know what I mean. You went somewhere. You shut me out.”

He sighed, before rolling off her and onto his back to look up at the canopy above them.

“I lost control of myself. That’s all it was. The blood? It was a bit too much and I lost myself for a bit.” Fen didn’t know whether she believed him. Besides, it hadn’t been his quaking that that upset her, in fact she had enjoyed this authentic pleasure significantly more than his rather methodical fucking. What had upset her was the way he shut down immediately afterwards, the way he had scorned her.

“It won’t happen next time.”

She decided to drop it in realisation that getting any truth from him now would be like getting blood from a stone.

“Next time?” She swallowed, before finding her own playful voice once again, “Who said anything about next time?”

He turned to look up at her, a dazzling smile lighting up his face, “Trust me, Darling, I haven’t quite had my fill of you yet.”

And she supposed she would trust him, for now at least.

“We should probably make our way back to camp.” The morning glow was only getting brighter, and no doubt the camp’s hungover guests would start to wake up in the coming hours.

He looked up at her with a playful smile. “How about we just leave now? Just you and me? Leave the others at camp and steal away into the woods. We'll take the gold. We can work through my whole repertoire of talents, and you can keep me safe from bears.”

She laughed at the image. None of their problems would be solved, and if anything, they would probably attract a whole host more.

“And what about the tadpole? What about the others?”

“Fuck them. They can fend for themselves. And… I guess we’ll figure out the whole brain worm thing.”

“And how will we do that, without Lae’Zel? Without Halsin?”

“I don’t know!” He flustered, “Look, I’m not a ‘details’ person, okay? We can workshop ideas as we go along.”

Her laugh was musical, as she moved to stand, offering her hand to help him up.

“Come on, if we don’t get back soon, people will be asking where we are.”

“You’re so incredibly boring, do you know that?”

They dressed themselves in pleasant silence, gathering their things between them. She giggled at his grass stained knees as he stepped into his trousers.

“You know, perhaps don’t feel the need to brag about this little tryst of ours to the others.” He said as he slid his shirt back on. “Though, given the noises you made last night, I’m sure they already know.”

Fen would have blushed had she not already been subjected to such shameless flirting all morning.

“Scared you’ll have sullied your reputation rolling around on the forest floor with a wood elf?” She smiled but internally grimaced at the thought. He was the first high elf and by far the most handsome person she had ever been with, and she was… her. It was easy to feel intimidated by him.

“Oh no, dear. I don’t discriminate. I welcome all types to my bed.” She rolled her eyes. “No, I don’t want everyone mistakenly thinking it was easy to bed you. I put a lot of planning and scheming into this.”

“I’m sure you did.” She groaned cushions and blankets now in her arms.

“As lovely as this pillow talk has been, I suppose you're right, let’s go before the Tieflings drag us into another mess, hey?”

“Astarion -” She spoke quickly, wanting to get her words out before they left the clearing and the spell between them broke “About your scars - I’m sure Gale has a book on ancient texts - I think I may have even seen one in his tent - can ask him if-”

“-No!” He interrupted quickly, “No, I don’t want to deal with explaining all of this to the others. Let’s just keep this all between us, shall we?”

She was happy to agree, he had after all kept her own secrets, even if he had teased them from her mercilessly.

Instead, she decided to repeat his own words back to him with a small smile: “What’s a secret amongst friends?”

It was revealed over the course of the morning that the party's problems weren't as easily remedied as they had hoped. Halsin didn't have all the answers to their unwanted guests and regardless of his research and his own healing abilities, he was not able to rid them of their tadpoles.

What he could offer them is a lead and his own theory. Absolute Cultists. Moonrise Towers.

But their journey would be perilous, the Shadow-Curse would make sure of that.

"It's a blight, an affront to everything natural, but-" He hesitated, looking thoughtful, "for the first time in centuries, I feel hope."

Halsin's plight weighed heavy on her mind.

His words of unspeakable darkness made Fen's heart grow cold with fright. News of the plagued region within the Western Heartlands had travelled amongst druidic circles. Stories of a place of ‘living death’ struck deep against their beliefs.

The look of fear in Halsin's eyes revealed more to her than his words ever could. It was every bit the nightmare that she had feared.

No life. No light. Nothing natural.

"The Oakfather sent you-" He addressed the party, but his eyes lingered on hers a fraction longer. "To help our cause, I know this."

Astarion didn't even try to stifle his sigh behind her. She knew that had she turned around she would have caught the whites of his eyes as he rolled them in disapproval.

"Our fates are more aligned than we initially thought. May our roots run deep together."

And so, it appeared all roads led to Moonrise Towers.

It took most of the morning to pack up the camp, the site quiet aside from the occasional hungover groan. Gale's cooked breakfast had been very welcomed amongst the group.

Shadowheart had gone for second helpings, winking at Fen as she came to sit opposite her.

"Good night then?" Fen teased with a knowing look.

"Naturally." She replied with an air of smugness.

"Incredible" Fen muttered into her scrambled eggs with a chuckle.

The large elf in question had asked to speak to her privately before they headed off, but she doubted he intended to gossip about their late night escapades.

Fen had tried all morning to act natural around Astarion, not wanting to make it obvious what had happened between, as if the others would see their sin in their faces. She had even seen to the bite-mark on her neck, healing it as much as she could before the others rose. She had avoided all of Astarion's stares as she had packed her bedroll, and restocked her quiver, but as she was ducking into the trees with Halsin, she caught the curious look on his face as he watched.

"I have something for you." He said, just as they were out of earshot of the others. Choosing to speak in their native tongue.

"For me?" She asked meekly, his large presence making her feel every bit the shy novice she once was.

Between them he held a set of armour.

"What is this?" She asked in quiet reverence as she reached out to touch the epaulettes of leather cut and carved to look like clusters of oak leaves on either shoulder. She traced back the bands of green and brown engraved like vines crossing over the chest piece to the emblem proudly set in the centre. It hummed with power under her hands, a matching sigil burned into the nape of her neck.

It somehow carried the scent of moss.

"It has gathered dust too long in the vaults. Armour befitting a Naturae Electi".

Naturae Electi

Chosen by Nature.

Words she had heard so often as a younger elf. Words spoken by elder druids as they discussed her future, her duties, her fate, as she looked longingly at the other novices enjoying the last of the summer's sunshine.

The words made her apprehensive before, it had been difficult for her to feel so important yet so weak - unable to even control her wild-shape properly, constantly filled with rage.

Now she felt numb to it all. Just another way her life wasn't hers - not really. She was a piece in a bigger puzzle- a weapon to be used.

Now looking in Halsin's hopeful eyes, her heart twisted cruelly. He had indirectly asked for her help, to find a way to end the Shadow-Curse, but she didn't know how she could live up to his expectations.

Save the thousands. Break their curse. Bring them to the circle.

Silvanus’ words weren’t lost to her now. She knew what Halsin was asking of her, and she knew that Silvanus was likely asking the same.

"I can't take this," She gulped back the hard lump threatening to form in her throat.

His large hand came to cover her trembling one, pressing it firmer into the cool of the emblem.

"Please, even if you never wear it, I'll feel better knowing it was with you" He was so sure, so trusting. He had so much misplaced faith in the woman before him.

"You've seen what I am. You've seen what I do. I'm not the person you think I am." Her voice was a broken whisper, all sharp edges and glass.

"Perhaps, but I have faith. I have faith you will become that person. Someone who fits armour like this." He let go of her hand, coming to rest it gently on her shoulder. "Silvanus chose you, blessed you with his gift. I have to trust his judgement."

A coarse grimace contorted her face, there was no intention to hide her distaste at his words. "A gift? I wouldn't call I did to those goblins as a gift. I would have shred Astarion to pieces were it not for Gale."

Her body flopped onto a rock behind her. She was frustrated. She was angry. Most of her life she had been told she was blessed. Her abilities were a gift. Her wild-shapes - despite what they had taken from her - were a blessing. She even owed her life to Silvanus. People would take great effort in reminding her.

"His will can be unfathomable. But it is usually just. I can help with your shape-bind-"

A bubble of anger burst within her and she couldn't take any more of his words

"I'm sick of his fucking will!" She shouted, throwing the armour to the ground. "I'm glad you have so much faith in him! He lost mine years ago!"

She didn’t feel any better after her outburst, and even felt a small twinge of guilt as Halsin came to kneel before her so his eyes were level with hers.

"You're not the first Chosen I've met, and I doubt you're the first to have struggled." His words wise, but unwelcome. She didn't want to be comforted. She didn't want reason. She wanted to stay angry. "You must have been so young when he came to you."

"Eleven"

Her brows furrowed at the memory. She had been so young when she followed the call into the forest. She couldn't forget the flames, the sound of the beams of their homestead cracking before collapsing into the inferno. She hadn't heard her mother's screams, and for that she was thankful. Her only memories of her mother left untainted.

"Were you born to the circle?" Halsin probed, his voice gentle.

"No," She didn't know why she was telling him. This was ancient history as far as she was concerned, but faced with his look of encouragement, it all came out. "A homestead, but I don't really remember much from before he came."

Aside from her mother's voice, singing to her as she lovingly threaded beads into her red hair.

"My home - it burned, my family with it. I would have too had he not led me away."

That she could remember as clear as day. The wind itself had kept the flames at bay as she clambered free of the burning shell of what was once her home. The trees had shuddered and bowed as she ran, leading her to a stream.

And then she saw him.

Across the water.

He had offered her no kind words - no reassuring hand. He just watched. Watched from his disturbing height as she washed the soot and smoke from her eyes. At first dread ran through her, his shiny black eyes were unlike anything she had ever seen and the way his expressionless face twitched like an animal's made her heart race.

Everything about how him told her she should run away. This was a dangerous creature. Something twisted conjured by Fey to lure her away from her bed at night. Her mother would warn her about such things in bedtime stories.

But she didn't run away, and she didn't know why.

She had merely knelt, watching through tear filled eyes as he approached. His feet made no noise in the water as he stood in the stream between them. She hung her head, unable to meet his unsettling gaze, but watched as her scorched hands healed in the waters.

"My Chosen” Was all he had said as his hand came to burn the skin of her nape. And forever more she was marked as his.

For days she followed him through the dark woods. Never once did he say a word. At times he would just be out of sight, a shadow amongst the trees. Other times he would walk beside her in silence, his footfalls making no noise on the forest floor. The trees would quiver in his presence, flowers would turn to greet him like the morning sun, predators would stop their hunts to bow to him as they passed.

He walked with all the glory of a king.

"You must have been so scared"

Fen was surprised by Halsin's comment. She had been so used to other druids telling her how fortunate she had been to have witnessed such majesty. The guardian of creation himself escorting her out of the ashes and through the wilds. But people always seemed to forget that she was just a child.

"Terrified." She said, "It didn’t help he was so frightening to look at-"

"Frightening?" Halsin asked suddenly in confusion, but before she could elaborate shouts from camp caught their attention.

Lae'Zel had made her thoughts perfectly clear to the party. Not journey to Creche Y'llek for aid from her people, and she would leave. Except her words had been much more threatening and derogatory. And loud. There had definitely been shouting. She had only calmed down when Fen had agreed that yes, they would venture into the mountain pass before going any further into the Underdark. The others had begrudgingly agreed. The group struggled with one Githyanki temper, they dreaded to consider coming up against a whole Creche of them.

The sun was hot against their backs as they made their way along the Mountain Pass. The dry stones and gravel beneath their feet would slip and slide as they scaled steep inclines.

"I didn't exactly dress for hiking mountains." Shadowheart grunted reaching the top of one particularly difficult climb. "Shame we couldn't procure some pack mules, or horses."

"Horses?" Astarion scoffed, slightly flustered but not in the slightest bit out of breath from the journey, "I perish the thought - those ill-tempered beasts are prone to biting."

"Well, so are you, but we keep you around, don't we?"

Fen couldn't help but laugh as she caught her breath.

"I'm not offering any rides, if that's what you're thinking" He shouted at Shadowheart as she walked on ahead.

He cast a playful wink to Fen as she panted, her hands on her knees. "Maybe I'd offer you a ride."

She shoved him in the shoulder before standing to catch up with the others as they turned out of sight.

"You're a lovely shade of red" He commented, coming to walk alongside her. This was their first interaction since this morning, and the normality was welcomed. "Are you blushing all for me?" His voice was low and sweet. Always flirting.

"This? This is sunburn, Astarion." She laughed, a sudden realisation causing her to stop and look at him.

"What?"

Just as she had worried, his usually pearly skin was tinged bright red, across his cheekbones and over his ears as they peaked out through his silver curls.

"Oh no." She said but couldn't hide the smile on her face.

"No, no, what do you mean 'oh no'? You don't just look at my face and say 'oh no'." He was starting to look flustered, and she enjoyed that.

"Looks like you've caught the sun a bit too."

"No, don't be ridiculous. The tadpole is supposed to protect me from the sun."

She poked the now red bridge of his nose and for a second marvelled in how odd it was to feel warmth in his skin. He gave a yelp in response.

"Hells, how bad is it?" He asked, his hands coming to gently touch the skin of his face and neck.

"You're almost as red as Karlach!"

"I'm sorry! I'll see if I can find a potion at camp to help!" She shouted after him.

He gave a huff before continuing on, which only served to make her laugh more.

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It transpired that the potion was unnecessary. As with all injuries, his burn had healed before the sun had even fully set. That hadn't stopped him from constantly touching his face to check that it had completely gone.

They had made camp up in the mountains, the ruins of the Rosymorn Monastery just in view. At this altitude, clouds formed like pools of milky water in the valleys below. It was beautiful. The sun cast a deep golden light across the cliff faces as it set. Birds sang overhead.

However, Fen's attention was on something more important entirely.

With fabric of a deep green and only one or two recently mended patches, the tent was glorious. She had been excited to erect it the moment the Tiefling's had kindly gifted it to her. She wondered whether Wyll had something to do with their generosity, but she was thankful nonetheless.

Her bedroll took up most of the space, and it was much more humble than the tents of Shadowheart and Gale and much less elaborate than Lae'Zel's and Astarion's, but to her it was a palace. A sense of relief washed over her she finally closed the tent flap behind her.

Her backpack lay in one corner, her travelling clothes in another. A candle sat on a pile of books borrowed from Gale next to the comb Shadowheart had insisted she took. An empty journal she had found laid open on the floor, a lump of sharpened charcoal she had salvaged from the remanent of the campfire resting against its pages.

The fabric may have been so thin that most of the setting sunlight still passed through, but it may as well have been made of two foot wide granite stone. The door which did nothing to muffle the sounds of the busy camp outside may as well have been a drawbridge.

Her castle. Her keep.

The night stretched on pleasantly. The view of the heavens from their position was unparalleled. The stars were so close she felt as if she could reach out and touch them.

Together they talked and laugh quietly, a seeming truce falling over the companions. A day passed without uncomfortable revelations, betrayals of trust or unfortunate maulings.

The topics of watches came after dinner, as it always did.

"I don't mind taking the first watch." Halsin offered, "I didn't rest very well, but might need a few hours to trance tonight."

Fen snorted into her goblet and was met with a sour look from Shadowheart. She covered it with a quick cough.

"You know, I've always wondered, what's the difference between trancing and sleeping?" Karlach asked. She was lying uncomfortably close to the fire, one leg crossed over the other.

"You haven't been around a lot of elves, have you?" Astarion mused, not looking up from his nailbeds.

"I had a neighbour who was an elf growing up actually." Karlach replied, "Or maybe she was a half elf… I can't remember."

"You must have been good friends." Astarion replied snarkily.

"Come on," She turned to Fen, who was leaning against a rock, helping Lae'Zel fletch arrows. "What's it like?"

"Like dreaming." She shrugged, "Or meditation." She was unsure how to explain something that was as easy as breathing.

"Reflection on previous lives." Halsin explained.

"I feel like I've lived enough for one lifetime, already, let alone several." Gale joked as he fed the flames another log, "Sounds exhausting."

"What do you see?" Karlach asked.

"I see my past lives. I walk cities I haven't visited. I swim in seas unknown to me. I sit round campfires and gaze at the stars with companions long lost to time and legend."

"How very poetic, Halsin!" Gale declared, before looking towards Fen, "What about you?" He asked much softer, "Do you remember much from your previous lives?"

Fen smiled at the question. "Mine aren't nearly as grand as Halsin's, I'm afraid."

"But no less interesting."

"Well, I mostly have visions of one life in particular.” She shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. "I was an apothecary"

"A noble profession indeed." Gale's smile was warm.

"I think perhaps in Baldur's Gate-"

"-Wait what if we had met?"" Karlach interrupted excitedly.

"How would that even work Karlach?" She asked through her laughter, "I'm older than you?"

"Well maybe Halsin did? Or Fangs? You were in Baldur's Gate right?" She asked.

Astarion shrugged in response, continuing to examine his cuticles, a far off look in his eyes.

"Is there much to gain from reflection?" Gale asked, "Does your reverie allow you to remember much alchemy, for example?"

"Some." She tutted, "I mostly remember flowers, growing them, picking them. I suppose for my work." Fen didn't enter reverie often, her sand scorched nightmares usually filling her nighttime rests with visions of blood and bone. But when she did, she would enjoy the moments she shared in her previous life, picking flowers in the long grass.

"Flowers are so overrated. They're bright, gaudy, and almost make never good poisons." Astarion snarked, ever the rogue.

Fen glared back in response, "No I suppose you're right. Not everything has to be deadly." She remembered the way she would admire the daisies she insisted on growing by her house. They had little to no use in alchemy, but she had grown them anyway. They filled vases all over her house. "I used to grow daisies. I used to love them. I still do."

"Daisies" Gale whispered quietly with a smile. Astarion rolled his eyes at the sound.

"What about you Astarion?" Wyll asked, patting a hand against his back, "What do you trance about?"

"Not flowers that’s for sure." He groaned, flinching from his touch, "Urgh, can you just leave me out of this oversharing nonsense?"

The party slowly dwindled as each of them peeled away to retire for the night. Wyll had volunteered for the first watch, Karlach deciding to keep him company a bit longer. Fen had felt a twinge of sadness when Astarion hadn’t invited her for another late night meeting. He had instead decided to take advantage of the wide selection of fauna available the mountains and leave for an early hunt. Gale had left with a yawn, but the candle in his tent wasn't extinguished for at least another two hours.

Eventually Fen felt her bedroll calling, and with words of goodnight left for her new tent.

However, she stopped short at the sight within.

A flash of white on the rolled up blanket which acted as her makeshift pillow.

A single daisy.

#astarion fanfic #astarion #astarion x oc #astarion ancunin #astarion smut #astarion x tav #baldurs gate 3 #forgotten realms

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may-bonne · 27 days ago

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Before I share my "highly anticipated" thoughts on Bloodrayne thoughts I will say that the thought of sharing that fucking poem with Chris Sanchez is hysterical to me. She'd give such a dirty look lmao

From what I've looked into, the Bloodrayne games take place in the 1930s not the 18th century, you kill nazis, Rayne is more of a seductress type character, and only her and Kagan exist? Disappointed that there's no game version of Katarin

I like how the blood and gore is sorta cheesy. My favorite part is where a couple of guys are beating the shit out of a dude on the ground that's already been cut in half. His intestines are hanging out like I think you can stop. It's not an exploitation film like Machete but it feels like it should have been

The blue contacts they gave Mrod are so strange. I didn't even notice she was wearing them until over halfway through the movie. So subtle. Slightly unsettling too ❤️

Astounding how almost every performance is so bad. Papa Katarin was decent. Mrod gave one of the best and it's still one of the weakest she's ever given. Kagan was the worst imo that man did not give a shit to the point it was funny. The Hamburger(?) guy positively chewed the scenery. I read that the guy who played Vladimir was drunk the whole time. I kinda liked him though. I also liked Kristanna despite how wooden she was at points. Makes me think of her role in Terminator 3 (she was a y2cunty robot)

The Brimstone necklaces look like something you'd buy at Spirit Halloween. Katarin's silly little cape outfit also seems particularly like a halloween costume. I could send a whole ask about her wardrobe alone I love it. Her and Rayne stick out like sore thumbs but my favorite thing is the bright iliac coat and blatantly store bought capris

I don't know if I'm not understanding correctly or if Rayne's backstory made no sense. If a dhampir is born from a human and a vampire having a kid and Rayne was alive to watch and remember Kagan raping her mother, how did she end up a dhampir??

(The haircut they gave Kagan's lapdog was so stupid btw. I don't like the look in his eyes either. Why does he look at everything so intently!!)

They could have done something legitimately interesting with Katarin and her fahthah if they delved into how him being turned complicated her relationship with him and vampires, and how he had to leave Brimstone for being a danger or whatever but then Rayne is let in with open arms. I could also see Vladimir becoming a second father figure to her

Although it was obvious Katarin wasn't happy her betrayal heel turn moment felt abrupt. I wish we saw Rayne try to reason with Katarin before killing her and sucking the blood from her neck homoerotically. She doesn't try during their slow duel either! She says they'll continue later and leaves abruptly and never comes back to it. I wanted to see Rayne try to earn Katarin's trust. I don't get why Rayne lied about what Katarin did after she died. Or Katarin's "they fear what they don't understand" line since she never pretended to be in support of Rayne's presence outside of that

We were robbed of an enemies to lover storyline

the swordfight is SO SLOW hahaha. go for the fucking bare stomach or neck maybe!! i can't imagine uwe invested in extensive fight training but they look like kids with plastic weapons duking it out in the back yard

apparently rayne doesn't fight any nazis until the third movie despite that being her whole thing in the source material. i know this is one of those uwe boll video game adaptations that were never supposed to turn a profit to take advantage of german tax rebates or something so i wonder if he thought the nazi-fighting vampire thing wouldn't go over well. they didn't film in germany and i don't think it had government backing or anything but maybe he needed to maintain good will to keep the scheme working. i cannot believe he managed to get two sequels made. this movie kind of tanked kristanna loken's career which looked like it was maybe going to take off post-terminator so i guess i'm glad he kept employing her. apparently actors enjoy working with him bc he's chill and shoots everything really quickly and everyone understands the end product isn't going to be that great. although mrod does seem to be taking her role very seriously

i'm genuinely not sure why her performance is so terrible. the accent doesn't help and many of her lines are very stupid but i feel like she's managed to stay compelling while delivering pretty dumb lines in other movies. i wonder if either she concluded independently or somebody told her that because she's supposed to be a leader she needed to speak with! gravitas! which could be the source of that weird flat overenunciating thing

at first i thought the contacts were foreshadowing some kind of supernatural reveal but i guess she was just supposed to seem european lol. the betrayal was really abrupt but it's not like anything in this movie happens with a whole lot of buildup. i saw zero indication rayne was into that dude until he yanked her shirt off and started fucking her up against the bars

i did enjoy the underwater wrestling and the part where she's sucking katarin's neck. mm. despite the time period i'm adding katarin to my very short list of mrod characters who seem like maybe they could admit to themselves they wanted to bang chicks only because like i said before i feel like the vampire thing would overshadow it. after paul walker died when she went off the rails for a while i wish she'd said fuck it and done like...probably some kind of lesbian indie film would still be too much to ask for but maybe like a really trashy male gaze-y pulp film where she was like a bisexual serial killer. if i were cara i would've floated that between excursions to controversial exotic animal petting zoos and recreational iv spas. but instead she swung the other way and made that movie where she's like a third grade teacher lol

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browneyesandhair · 5 months ago

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Hey! It's ya girl! April Edition

I got no chill and a large obsession with a lot of things. So this year, I'm tracking it! Okay, so this year, is the year of recs! (you may have seen some of my posts, but I also have an extensive queue, so maybe not (check out the #recs on my page)). Running a little behind (it's already June, oops!)

Anyways, I've created a collection for this year overall and then also for each month! Let's check out April's stats -

Works read (&finished): 112

Fandoms (top 8):

1 - Bridgerton: 33

2 - Harry Potter: 28

3 - The Vampire Diaries: 16

4 - Young Justice: 15

5 - Les Miserables: 13

6 - Criminal Minds: 2

7 - Percy Jackson and the Olympians: 1

8- Merlin: 1

The rest didn't make the first drop down section of AO3, so oh well! Let's check in on relationships (top 8):

1 - Polin: 33

2 - Klaroline: 16

3 - Spitfire: 14

4- Enjolras/Eponine: 13

5 - Harmony: 9

6 - Hinny: 5

7 - Roy Harper/Jade Nguyen: 4

8 - Dick Grayson/Zatanna Zatara: 2

Quite a few recs that were reread/added to the list this month:

Harry Potter:

The Changeling by Annerb

Summary:

Ginny is sorted into Slytherin. It takes her seven years to figure out why.

Sequels also read: pick it up, pick it all up and start again, we can still be, who we said we were, and in my head we do everything right

Six Pomegranate Seeds by Seselt

Summary:

At the end, something happened. Hermione clutches at one fraying thread, uncertain whether she is Arachne or Persephone. What she does know is that she will keep fighting to protect her friends even if she must walk a dark path.

Sequels also read: Bouquet of Asphodels

Forever Means Forever by cocoartist

Summary:

If she ever saw Unspeakable Number 37 again she would kill him with her bare hands: Hermione's research into the Veil has an unexpected side-effect. COMPLETE.

Les Mis:

It Is Not a Word Spoken by CrazyAce_n_PokerFace

Summary:

*…I don't understand. You can't possibly be suggesting you were seriously trying to sext me.* She stares at his words and exhales slowly before typing, *And if I was…?* É/E Modern AU. The long-awaited sexting fic. Very NSFW. Dedicated to the wonderful samthenardier as a birthday gift. Title taken from the lovely poem "It Is Not a Word" by Sara Teasdale.

Merlin:

Radioman by Footloose

Summary:

The reason SAS Captain Arthur Pendragon can't keep a communications specialist in Team Excalibur because none of them are good enough. And then Lieutenant Merlin Emrys gets assigned to his squad, and Arthur does everything he can to prove that Merlin isn't good enough, either. Except he is.

Atla:

Returned for a Better Try (to Make a Better Time) by atypicalhypocrite

Summary:

The Fire Lord’s blast is sharp and thorough. Still on his knees before his father, a thirteen year old dies instantly. Another Zuko, once teacher to the avatar and a Fire Lord himself, jolts into being in his place, and deals with the consequences. Timeline preservation nothing, he’s going to be a better Fire Lord this time, and start sooner.

Star Trek:

Ten Degrees Below Zero by kianspo

Summary:

After a serious incident aboard a starship, Commander Spock is demoted and transferred to a remote base where he must now serve with other "undesirables." He adjusts to his new rank and duties, and, while the future does look bleak, he is not ready to give up on himself or Starfleet yet. There is work to be done and hope to be found, especially as he begins to get to know his new colleagues, particularly one intriguing engineering officer James Kirk...

The Vampire Diaries:

At Horizon's Edge by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

Sometimes when a girl goes on a shopping trip to pick up a new pair of boots at the local, and somewhat hostile, human space station, she accidentally aids and abets a prison break instead. What happens in the black really doesn't stay in the black.

The Umbrella Academy:

broken still you breathe (breathe, breathe, just breathe) by Eternal_Peace_is_Overrated

Summary:

“He’s not coming,” Luther says impatiently. “Let's just get this over with.” “Who’s not coming?” The voice sounds behind them suddenly, and all of them startle and whip around in synchronization. “Klaus,” Luther hears himself say distantly. “You’re…here.” Four tilts his head, bringing his hand to his lips and inhaling deeply around the cigarette dangling between his fingers. When he exhales, the smoke curls around his head like a halo before drifting into the air. “Yeah, well, I would’ve gotten here sooner,” Four says around the cigarette. “But I just really didn’t want to.” *** Number Four shows up to the funeral three hours late with an iced latte in one hand and a cigarette dangling from the other. Or; Klaus fled the Academy the day they turned eighteen. He never looked back. Ten years later, their father dies. Number Four returns. And none of them quite know what to do with this new version of their black sheep brother. AKA: Klaus single-handedly stops the apocalypse. It really wasn't that hard, so if everyone could stop looking at him like that, that would be great, thanks.

Bridgerton:

Plenty Far To Fall by useyourtelescope

Summary:

When financial troubles mean third-son Colin Bridgerton must cease his yearly travels and find employment instead, he has difficulty finding something suitable. Until he learns of a unique position being offered by the notorious gossip columnist Lady Whistledown.

Alright, that's all folks (mostly), for fun, here are the top 8 additional tags from the stories that I read in April:

AU - Modern Setting: 24

AU: 16

Smut: 14

Fluff: 10

Friends to Lovers: 10

AU - Canon Divergence: 9

Angst: 8

Explicit Sexual Content: 7

And, that's all folks (for real this time)!

#recs #fanfic #tracking #april #april 2024 #april reads #fanfiction #water is a bestie #hydration station

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midnightpsychos · 1 year ago

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|| It was Autumn’s break while the children were playing outside for 15 minutes, heading to her car - she saw that someone was on the floor so Autumn wandered over to what she thought was a human and alerted one of the staff to help her take the guy to the nurses office so he could be treated. “I think he’s got sunburn and might’ve fainted because there’s burn all over his skin as to say he might have a condition where too much light can cause a fainting or something along those lines”

|| Hopefully Emery didn’t see that her dad was being carried in by two teachers looking unconscious which might lead to her getting bullied even worse then she was - and Autumn planned to be the one to tell her father what happened during school since she sensed that Emery hasn’t told her father about the negative side of school.

|| Class was about to start again and Autumn wanted to see if there were any substitutes available for an emergency cover since she wanted to stay with they guy until he woke up and then she could treat his wounds that he had. “I’m sorry to be such a pain last minute but I need an emergency cover for my class, I found this person outside like unconscious and I just want to stay with him and see if anything happens to him”

|| The bad thing was that Emery was going to be in that class and she needed to tell the supply that Autumn’s allowed Emery to have a fidget toy to help her with focusing in class. “And before you go, I’ve let Emery Jacobs have a fidget toy in class so if you see her playing with something then please don’t take it off her - she really needs it. Thank you” Autumn said before running back to the nurses room where the guy was resting.

|| Emery entered the room to find that Autumn was not there and instead, someone else was in the classroom to which looked like a supply teacher, “excuse me miss but where Miss Emerson?” Emery asked the substitute and heard the response that somethings gone on with a person and that Miss Emerson was looking after them for now and would hopefully be back later.

|| She held her teddy close to her chest as Emery was more used to having Autumn as a teacher rather than someone who didn’t know anything about her and how she learnt. Though her curiosity made her wonder who it was that Autumn was looking after and why it would possible take all lesson; what if it was her dad? Emery started to think while the class began, today they were learning about the power behind old poems from the 60s.

|| Meanwhile, Autumn was just doing some paperwork in the nurses room - making sure to keep an eye of the guy and see if he wakes up from his fainting episode. She knew something was up with the species that he was but never told anyone else, it was a vampires’ word not to tell anyone if they spotted another vampire so that’s what Autumn done kept her words to herself. Thankfully, the room was dark so the guy didn’t get anymore sunburns that’ll layer show up on his skin and then have Emery question why they’re there due to how obvious the burns where put.

|| Emery nodded after being told that she needed to get her homework done before it was due in and she went to get her backpack from her bedroom, grabbing her pencil and her math book - she sat down in the dining room table to just have time to focus on what she needed to do.

|| She always wanted to know what her dad did as a job since she never actually see him leave the house but walked Emery to school which made her happy since she often got mocked in school for her dad not leaving the house as if he was tied to it - Emery never dreamt of telling her father what the other kids at school would say to her because she knew that he would go absolutely nuts and just lash out which was not the best approach to things.

|| “I’ll definitely go and ask her tomorrow, I bet she’d be excited to meet you for once daddy since no one has actually seen you out of the house before so this’ll be like a nice ice breaker for the both of you! And also - I missed you more daddy, I’m just glad to be home again” Emery smiled at her father while completing her homework, happily humming to herself before the next school day.

|| It was the next day and Emery was getting dropped off by her father when she saw a bunch of the kids who would often make fun of her stare at her while she was walking closer to the entrance of the school, Emery shook it off - said goodbye to her dad and then headed off to Miss Emerson’s class. Hoping that the school day was going to be a breeze rather than the life version of a place called hell.

|| Carrying the picture she had drawn for her teacher to show how much she’s appreciated by Emery, there were silly comments going around the school about her life outside of school and it upset Emery a bit but she didn’t let anyone see it because it was none of their business what her dad done while his daughter was at school - the thing that got under her skin was when the fact got out that Emery was adopted and not even biologically connected to her dad whatsoever.

|| When she reached the classroom, there she saw Miss Emerson just writing the date on the board and what they would be learning about today. Emery’s face instantly lit up seeing her teacher and runs up to her - giving her a big hug, “I made you this yesterday and my dad told me to give it to you”

|| Emery gave Autumn the piece of paper as she was preparing herself to ask about the parent/teacher conference: “I also wanted to know, when is the the conference between you and my daddy happening? My dad wanted me to ask you because he’s excited to meet you.” Autumn smiled at Emery as she looked at the paper she was just given t by her student; considering she was only young - Emery was very good drawer for a girl her age.

|| “Why thank you for this incredible picture of me and you Em, I will definitely keep this forever and for the parent/teacher conference gathering, it’s happening next week but you and your father don’t have to be in till the last appointment which is at 5:30, I hope that answers your question” Autumn told the little girl before she took her seat for class to start.

|| Emery wrote down in her notebook the time and when it was happening so she could report back to her dad about it. The feeling of excitement kicked in as she thought of how amazing her teacher was and how her father was excited to meet her since Emery always talked so highly of her favorite teacher. “Alright, good morning class! Today, we are going to be learning about poetry and why it’s such an important part of todays society” Autumn started to teach while time felt like it was dragging on.

|| Everything that Autumn ever taught Emery was appreciated because of how special the teaching actually was and it helped Emery learn in many ways - some where other teachers ignore how every child works and that’s what made Autumn; Emery’s favorite teacher out of the entire school.

#(💗): muses || Emery Jacobs and Autumn Emerson #(💗): you and me || always forever #(💗): Nate and his daughter || Emery #(💗): Emery’s teacher || Autumn #(💗): my ride or die and my everything || predatory maniac

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dyns33 · 3 years ago

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Full moon

Flufftober 14 - Adam x Eve x Reader

Adam had a special relationship with the full moon.

Eve had known this for a long time, but Y/N discovered it one night, getting up to join her lovers in the living room.

Like almost every night, Eve was on the couch, reading while drinking a cup of blood, smiling when she saw her, getting up to hug and kiss her.

Adam had his guitar and his notebook, composing a new song.

The only thing different from usual was that the curtains were open, and the vampire had taken a seat by the window, looking up several times to the sky, admiring the round white star shining above him.

"She came back." whispered Eve, still with a big smile.

"Who ?"

"His muse."

Adam had always been fascinated by the moon. Even before meeting his wife, and she turned him.

He drew a special strength and inspiration from that pale source of light, and on evenings when it was full, he could compose for hours without stopping, except to contemplate it.

He had panicked a bit a few years before, when the zombies had started to throw bits of metal and animals into space, but Adam had really cried, heartbroken, in 1969, when they had dared to defile his beloved star.

Despite this, he had continued to cherish her, never missing an opportunity to look at her.

When it rained or there were clouds hiding it from him, Adam was terribly disappointed.

It was even worse when zombies passed by on the street and they stopped wondering what he was doing. It was really a nightmare when it was his fans, looking to see him, forcing him to close the curtains. They always had to ruin everything.

Tonight there was no one in the street, the sky was clear, so Adam could enjoy his dear moon as much as he wanted.

Eve and Y/N stayed on the couch, admiring Adam, who gazed at the sky.

"I get a little jealous sometimes." Eve confessed, resting her head on the young vampire's shoulder. "He loves us, but he doesn't look at us like that."

"Really ? I'm sure he looks at you like that. When you dance. When you sleep. Remember this time, when you were tidying up books while reciting poems, I could swear it was the same look."

"Hmm. Maybe he does it when we don't look at him. He's very shy after all."

"I can hear you, you know." Adam muttered without looking back.

Laughing, they crouched behind the sofa, only their foreheads and eyes protruding from the backrest to continue to observe him, like a wild animal that should not be frightened.

"He says he hears, but he keeps giving her all his undivided attention."

"It's true." Y/N said, pretending to sulk. "I'm jealous too now."

"You are ridiculous, do you know that ?"

"Oh, he's still listening !"

"He gets up ! Hide darling !"

Still giggling like children, the two women crouched under the cushions, although it was of course still possible to see them, as Adam approached them. He sighed, but it was obvious he found the situation amusing.

Slowly, he lifted the pillows, smiling at the sight of his lovers, entwined, who looked at him fondly.

"Come." he said, taking their hands.

Adam set up two chairs by the window to his right, then sat back down, starting to write his next song again.

Curious, Eve and Y/N joined him, placing themselves where he wanted to, and looking at their rival.

The moon was really beautiful tonight. Huge and brilliant.

Hypnotized by its beauty, they didn't notice when Adam turned off the unnecessary lights in the living room, the starlight perfectly illuminating the room.

Then he frantically began to write, suddenly inspired. Except he wasn't looking at the moon.

Adam was hypnotised by Eve and Y/N, who seemed to have come from another world at this moment, enveloped in the moonlight. The most majestic thing he has ever seen. His only reason for living.

He wrote even faster when they turned to him, their smiles enchanting him, lighting up everything.

Y/N was right, he often looked at them like he looked at the moon, but they didn't realize it. Like the star circling the sun, they circled around him, doing wonders as if he wasn't there, and he was unable to take his eyes off them.

And when they noticed him, coming towards him, talking to him, touching him, kissing him, then Adam felt like he was in a dream. Which explained his slightly lost expression, which they found so adorable.

"If you had to choose between the moon and us, what would you choose ?" Y/N asked jokingly.

"Without the moon, the Earth's balance would be destroyed and the oceans would swallow us up."

"So the moon ?" Eve sneered.

"... I did not say that."

Even though it was tempting, they decided not to tease him any more, letting him finish his song, before getting up to fetch blood in the kitchen while dancing.

Following them, Adam thought he could very well live without the moon, but certainly not without his two perfect lovers.

#flufftober #flufftober 2021 #adam olla #eve olla #adam only lovers left alive #eve only lovers left alive #adam olla x reader #eve olla x reader #adam olla x eve olla x reader #only lovers left alive

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ruki--mukami · 2 years ago

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"ok, uhm.." they sat next to him and took a deep breath before starting.

"I'm a girl. Or maybe I'm not. The first time I breathed in that thought, I felt like I was far too old to be redifining myself, so I coughed it out like a stale cigaratte. after a long night of bad desicions, looked at my reflection and told myself, you're wrong. that night, I put on the prettiest dress I had and went out dancing. 'til I realized I was only skirting around my deepest fears. You see, everytime someone calls me "she", my stomach turns and my skin feels thick. Like someone raised a panic alarm in my brain. And with every "her" that gets hurled my way, I get turned around. I'm not lost, just.. never seem to have the right map. But see, I'm not trapped in a body I hate, just, wrapped in words that don't relate to the way skin feels on my bones. Or, the way that I only feel like home, when no one knows exactly where it is I am, so.. maybe I'm a man. Except I don't think thats right. Theres never been a fight like bar brawls through my veins telling myself I need to change. "him".. feels like a synonymous with someone else. "He", a chorus unto itself, and "him" just fits too loosely. so, maybe I'm not. Either, I mean. I go online to see, do you realize no one is buying this? Do you realize, I'm not selling myself short anymore? Because the first time I opened up the door to the possibility of being myself, I found a treasure map I left for myself back when I was a kid. When the only thing I was scared of loosing, was my sense of self. You see, I never thought we were speaking the same language, untill someone said "they" instead. So tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm broken. Tell me I must hate myself so much to be the way I am. And I will tell you, I never knew what it was like to fly until I let myself breathe in. Finally found my map, you know? X marks the spot."

(this is not my poem, its from this short film! But I loved it so much and I'm nonbinary myself so I wanted Ruki's reaction to it.)

"How eloquently worded of you to compose such an emotionally-driven masterpiece. You've truly learned so much despite your short time alive, including things about yourself, too. It's a beautiful poem, my dear."

Not quite moved to the point of tears, although steadily approaching an all-encompassing bittersweet wave of sentiment, Ruki's steel-blues traveled from the paper to his child's face, gazing into their eyes before assuming a gentle closed-eye smile to signal that the poem satisfied him with a parental sense of accomplishment that any father should feel after witnessing that the one who lived and treaded an unforgiving world has finally obtained acceptance.

"Well, message aside, I do hope the point of the assignment was to write in free verse... Otherwise, I'm certain you will be docked some points for not maintaining . Kidding, of course. It's wonderful."

Stronger than what any poetry can express, the Vampire enclosed his arms around them, hugging his child tight enough to reach their once troubled heart. A heart fogged with the uncertainty of never being seen the same way they saw themselves, neither male nor female.

"Rather than criticism, I know full well that you seek an audience instead. People who will hear what you have to say, and see you for you. Not because you're trying to sell them a story they'll buy, but because you wish to be acknowledged. If you've finally learned to breathe before flying, then all your father to help you spread those wings and soar to new, unforeseen heights. Surely your teacher and classmates will understand—because we all live under the same sky."

Releasing his child from the embrace, Ruki placed both hands upon their shoulders in reassurance.

"Truth be told, there honestly may have been a time when I couldn't accept such a notion. My past self from eons ago in a world that was very much binary might have argued that people should just accept their birth sex as their identity. That's because I, myself, am what people would label cisgender as you have already surmised. Not to mention that I was raised to essentially become the head of my own household and family someday, given my aristocratic parents. Well, I say to hell with that."

As deeply engraved to the Vampire as those ancient ideologies were, happiness reigned supreme. Happiness for his family, for his children, forevermore.

"No matter what you identify as, I will always love and support you."

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #react #diabolik lovers rp #(( it's a very beautiful message. thank you for sharing it with me as well as others!! ))

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qianoir · 3 years ago

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After Midnight 2 - Rhiannon

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: college dropout!Ten (WayV) x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non-idol au, angst with fluff on top

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 13+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing (censored), lying, family problems, mentions death of reader's father, romance, this part determines the reader’s age but feel free to ignore

♡ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨��𝐧𝐭: 1.5k

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @staysstrays

Preview < 1 < 2

𝟏𝟎:𝟎𝟎 𝐀𝐌

Should I call him? No! What if it wasn't meant for me? Idiot, there was no one else in the café of course it was meant for you! What if it's a prank? It's probably the number to a McDonald’s or something. And if it's not..? What if he never comes into the café again?

You woke up in a freezing cold room with an acquainted boy named "Ten Lee" on your mind, contemplatively staring into his napkin before finally deciding to text him.

You typed the 11 digits into your phone.

Ok... now what do I say?

Hi Ten, this is Y/N from Décalcomanie.

Hi Ten, this is Y|

Why do I even care about this so much? It's just a text and for all I know this kid could be some kind of siren-vampire trying to seduce me with song lyrics at nighttime.. is that even possible?

Hi Mr. Lee this is Y/N from Décalcomanie.

Why so formal? Oh God I sent it..

It’s done.

You grabbed a towel and prepared a quick shower before continuing the rest of the morning. Intruding thoughts about Mr. Lee fill your mind under the water.. like.. why does he only visit the café at night? Your prior superstitious suspicions about him being a vampire fall back in mind.

At least if I get to be a vampire I can live this timeline as a doctor and make my mom happy, then be a dancer for eternity.

As much as you did not know about Ten, you still knew quite a bit about him. His favorite combination at the café is an iced Americano with pandan cake, his favorite color is black— you assume since it's the only color his outfits consist of, and he has a younger sister, which you found out after hearing him say 妹妹 over the phone one night.

The loud text notification sounds throughout the bathroom and you nearly slip trying to quickly finish your shower to check the new message.

Mom (Work)

My daughter! Your grandmother is sick, I am going to Incheon to bring her medicine and groceries so I need you to open the café today. I should be back to take over at 2 o’clock. Be careful on your own!

Unwrapping your body of your towel to dress into a nice outfit, you sighed knowing your Saturday would be another day spent on your sore feet. The café opens at 11 AM so you would only be working an extra few hours, but you hoped your mom would let you take a slice of delicacy home for the filial overtime.

“Aya!”

Another loud notification tone beamed from your phone, forcing your name brooch to prick at your fingertip. The screen luminated with an unknown number.

Contact Not Found

hihi Y/N! no need to be so formal with me! I'm only from ‘96 :)

Contact ‘TEN’ Added

TEN

are you free today? I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee and ice cream, if you're not sick of the smell yet ;p

You frowned remembering the plans your mother made for your day.

Y/N

I'm so sorry Ten my mom wants me to work opening for the café today :(

Figuring that was your ending, you packed a bag full of necessities for the day and walked to Décalcomanie.

TEN

why don't I come over there? the café serves bingsoo this time of year right? it’s barely the afternoon, not many people will be dining. we could still hang out if you’re down?

Butterflies soared in your stomach just like they do every night at 11:59 PM.

Y/N

Yeah that sounds perfect :)

TEN

okk see you soon!

Eek!

It felt so weird to think of seeing him in the daytime, especially after just mentally accusing him of being a bloodsucker.

Upon your entrance, the café was soon bright with morning light and you patiently awaited Ten’s arrival. Nearly an hour had gone by and there was no sign of him. You didn't think he would flake out, but you barely know each other so why wouldn't he?

Ten was right; it was pretty empty here this morning. You bent forward to hand one of the regular old women her tea in the Décalcomanie’s prettiest teacup upon your mother’s request of the best service for all of her regular customers.

The bell chimed with an open door. Your eyes blinked to the woman's upturned phone by her saucer.

𝟏𝟏:𝟓𝟗 𝐀𝐌

Could it be? You laughed at the irony in the thought, but when you looked up from the woman’s table, a rice cake cheeked boy stood across from you.

"I'm here!" He announced to the entire floor.

You bowed a greeting like you do for every customer and ushered him to the bar, "Sit down over here." where he sat in front of your standing form. "What type of bingsoo have you come in for, sir?" You teased.

"Coconut with vanilla ice cream! And.. two spoons?"

You blushed at the thought of sharing subtle intimacy with the fine young man before your eyes. You had only just met him, but you saw no harm in sharing a dessert with him as you would do with friends.. if you had them.

Nodding and running off to make the icy dessert, you heard the ripple of a writing pen. From the corner of your eye, peeked Ten orchestrating an English poem onto a stray napkin, his brown bangs falling on the bridge of his nose. These little actions made your heart jump; his passion for various styles of music felt so endearing to you.

You paid for the grandiose bowl of sugar and presented it to Ten. His phone lit up with a notification and you took notice of his wallpaper: Him with a disgusted looking boy that he was French kissing on the cheek. I'm not judging but.. whomst?

"Who's that?" You asked, handing him a spoon, taking another for yourself.

He glanced at his phone and blushed, breaking out in quiet giggles.

"That's my friend, Yangyang. We really enjoy our time together."

You hummed and smiled. They seem to have a good friendship, but you were still curious to know more about this Yangyang guy.

"So you attend university?" Ten asked before shoveling a high spoon of ice flakes into his mouth.

"I'm a sophomore at SNU." You replied, mirroring his bold eating style.

Ten spoke with surprised eyes, "Really!? That's a fancy school. Wow～ you must be really smart."

"Not really.. I'm studying dance. All I do is move my feet."

"I'm a dancer, too! It's a really hard and beautiful art, you shouldn't sell yourself short for being a part of it." He genuinely advised.

You looked down after thanking him for his kind words, suddenly feeling very bashful. "How old are you, by the way? You calling me Mr. Lee this morning is all I've been thinking about." You both laughed.

"I'm 20, turning 21 this year.” He nodded. "You're from ‘00? Yangyang is the same age as you!" He exclaims.

"I’ve never met someone my age! How many friends do you have?"

"I have a few, but I’m closest to a specific six and we all live together."

"It must be nice to have so many friends. It’s been a little difficult for me to make friends this semester.." You stirred some melted ice cream around your side of the bowl, suddenly feeling very lonely in Ten’s personal presence.

"You should come over sometime! We love new friends!" He was pleading with his eyes for you to agree.

"Oh.. I don't want to intrude-" "No really! We would love to have your company. Here..." He flipped over the napkin he was previously writing on and scribbled a short address on it, sliding it over to you.

"You should come by tomorrow evening. 5 o'clock if it works for you." Ten says before finishing off the last bit of flavored dairy in the bowl.

You scanned over the inked napkin in your hand.

97 Saemunanro, Sinmunno 1 il-ga, Jongnogu, Seoul

"It's apartment number 117. Just call me when you get there because we may not be able to hear your knocks over the screaming." You looked at him in slight concern, but he only smiled in return.

Ten took out his card to pay for the bingsoo, but you stopped him. "Oh I already paid for the both of us!"

"Aww you didn't have to," Ten frowned, but handed me $20 anyways, "Here take this at least. A tip for my favorite barista." He winked and ran out of the café before you could protest.

"REMEMBER 5 O'CLOCK!"

Ten shouted, bumping into a man, who cursed at him, profusely bowing on the way out. You shook your head at his silliness and flipped the napkin over to a pretty poem.

She is like a cat in the dark and then

she is the darkness

She rules her life like a fine skylark

and when the sky is starless

To Be Continued…

Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac

𝘲𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘳

#wayv x reader #ten x reader #nct x reader #wayv imagines #wayv angst #wayv fluff #ten imagines #ten angst #ten fluff

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heyitmelexie · 4 years ago

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Confessions

Max Phillips x GN!Reader

Word count: 1406 Warnings: some swear words and indirect mentions of sex Rating: Teen and up (16+)

A/N: Day 14 for @honeymandos December Writing Challenge!

It’s 2.30 am for me right now and this one got a little longer than planned. I will try to continue the missing works tomorrow!

The poem is by Joanna Fuchs and it’s called “Fool For Your Charms”.

Enjoy! :)

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The doorbell rings just as you go to leave your apartment. You know who it is.

Rolling your eyes, you open the door and flash the delivery guy a polite smile before taking the huge, colourful bouquet from his hands. You quickly thank him and close the door again, throwing the bouquet on your counter.

This had started almost twelve months ago. At first it was nice.

A mysterious man sent you beautiful flower arrangements with sweet little notes. Every Monday morning. It had made the start into the week much easier as it put a soft smile on your face.

But now, after almost a year, it was creepy.

You still don’t know who this man is. At first you wondered if it was someone from your workplace. But none of the men ever said anything or made a move that would suggest they were the mysterious man. Only your boss, Max Phillips, consistently flirted with you, trying to get you into his bed. But he wouldn’t do such a sweet thing, he’s just another fuckboy so you didn’t even think him to be the secret admirer once.

So, no one you know and who could know where you live could be this person. It started to scare you.

You don’t pay the flowers any more attention and leave the apartment to go to work.

When you arrive you just flop into your chair next to Tim, not really motivated to sell anything today. You are tired. This mysterious man kept you awake at night, worry clouding your mind.

“You look like shit” Tim says, making you turn your head in his direction.

“I feel like it too” you respond, making him furrow his brows.

“Is everything alright? The bags under your eyes are big enough to help Santa carry his presents around.”

You sigh, rubbing your eyes and shaking your head.

“I think someone stalks me. And I’m scared.”

“Stalks you? Why? What happened?” He looks at you with worried eyes, his usually cheerful expression gone.

“Almost a year ago someone started to send flowers to my apartment. Every Monday morning. I thought it was one of you, but no one made a move or said anything. So no one who can possibly legally know my address could be this person. It has to be a stalker, there’s no other explanation, Tim. And it scares me. What if it’s a killer? Or a weirdo who plans to kidnap me and forces me to marry him?” You sigh, dropping your head onto the desk.

“Have you contacted the police yet?” he asks, to which you respond with shaking your head no.

“It’s just flowers. Nothing threatening. They would tell me they can’t do anything anyway. It would be a waste of time.” He nods, trying to think of another solution.

Little did you know that Max had heard everything you just told Tim. And it would make his heart clench if he had one.

He had never meant to scare you. Romantic gestures are not his area of expertise but he thought this would be nice, even with the little notes and sometimes short poems attached to the flowers. But the fact that it started to scare you and made you think you had a stalker made him feel bad.

He walks over to your desk, deciding to confess to you so you, hopefully, wouldn’t be scared anymore. He should have done this earlier anyway, it has been almost a year.

But Max Phillips was scared.

“Hey Sugar, can I have a word with you in my office, please?” He flashes you a bright smile, making you roll your eyes at yet another one of his unsuccessful attempts to flirt with you.

“Sure” you say, before you get out of your chair and walk to into his office.

He follows you and then locks the door once you’re in. Max even closes the blinds, making you think you might have messed up.

“Did I do anything wrong?” He shakes his head and then gestures for you to sit down in the chair in front of his desk. You do so and he walks around to lean against the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“You don’t have a stalker, Sugar.”

You blink up at him, frowning.

“Wha- How do you-“

“Vampire.” Oh. Right.

“But how can you be so sure it’s not a stalker? It’s definitely not you-“

“It is me. It has always been me” he says, looking anywhere but at you.

“Yeah, sure. Stop fucking around. We both know that’s not true. You’re just saying that so I’d stop worrying because it influences my work.” You huff and get up to leave but he puts a hand on your arm to stop you.

“I’m serious. This is not something I would joke about” he says. You had never seen him this serious and it makes you wonder…

“Prove it then. What was the first bouquet I received?”

He smiles a smile you had never seen on his face before. One that makes the skin around his eyes crinkle slightly. One that actually reaches his eyes. A true smile.

“It was an arrangement of eleven white roses and six red lilies. The note attached said: ‘Every day with you gives me a thrill; All my dreams you richly fulfil. I’m a fool for your charms; You belong in my arms; Love me, please say that you will.’”

You stare at him in shock, mouth agape and eyes wide. He knew about the note. You never said anything about a note. Could it really be...

“You?” Max Phillips, the man who fucks anything that has two legs, sent you flowers for almost a year? And basically confessed his love to you with every bouquet? No fucking way.

Max just nods, then sighs before letting go of your arm.

“I never meant to scare you. I’m… bad at these things. Even before I was turned. I thought this would make you happy and that you’d figure out it was me. I gave you so many hints. The flirting should have been the most obvious…”

He is right, he was very obvious but you never thought it would actually be him. His annoying flirtatious behaviour drowned out the fact that you had always thought he was unbelievably handsome. His aquiline nose, the sharp jaw and those brown eyes that managed to be warm and alive despite him being technically dead.

You look at him, dumbfounded. Unsure how to react to his confession.

“I don’t expect you to love me back. I know I’m… difficult. And I probably messed up really badly…” He sighs, turning away to go and unlock the door.

“Wait” you grab his arm, making him look back at you, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“I can’t say I love you, I barely really know you. I tried not to think about you too much, I wanted to keep myself from being hurt. But… yes, the gesture was really sweet. I actually loved to receive these flowers every Monday. Made the day a little better…” You smile slightly at him and see how relieved he is.

“I know I don’t appear to be serious about relationships. And a year ago that was true. But then you stepped into my life and when I saw you it felt like you just turned my whole world upside down. I… want to try. For you. I might live forever but I don’t want to spend eternity in thousands of different bedrooms. My heart doesn’t beat anymore but that doesn’t mean I can exist without being loved…”

“Oh Max…” you whisper, taking his hands into yours and giving him a gentle smile. This is a side of him you would have never thought existed.

“Please give me a chance. I don’t deserve it but I beg you, just one chance. If you still don’t want me after that, then I will leave you alone, I promise” he says, looking at you with such puppy eyes it makes your heart clench.

“Of course” you gently squeeze his hands, making his eyes shoot up at you in surprise and relief.

“Really?” he whispers, a huge smile slowly forming on his face.

“Really” you giggle. His whole face lights up and he flashes you a big grin. But this time it doesn’t annoy you.

“Friday night, 7pm?”

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spuffygifs · 3 years ago

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hey sorry to bother but i was wondering if you know where i can find or if you can make a gifset of that scene in 7x03 where in the school basement spike saw buffy and said "look at you. glowing. whats a word that means glowing. its gotta rhyme" because he was composing a poem in his head about her and it was a direct nod to william before he became a vampire/spike and that one scene from 5x07 (luminous. no no. you're radiant thats better. whats another word for gleaming?) and i need for reasons 😭🥺

Hey! It's no bother (requests are open, after all). You can find the set HERE.

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nad-zeta · 4 years ago

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Hello! I sent a match-up rq for IkeVamp as anon by accident. I am a 5'4 INFJ girl. I like to read books and write poetry. Some people describe me as a chameleon since I fit in with everyone but that's because as an empath I easily understand people. I tend to have panic attacks a lot. I am also very bubbly and friendly. I have a habit of overworking and not taking care of myself when I am focused on work. I easily blush and get very flustered with the simplest act of affection. Thanks! Tag me

Hehe, thank you so much for the request dear❤☺! Hehe soz for making ya wait sooooo long! 😱😳I hope you enjoy this, love and I hope you have the best day! ❤🌻☺

So I match you with.................. Comte

It's no secret that for Comte it was love at first sight. This man has lived a looooong time, so the second his golden eyes glazed over you, as you were looking at one of Leonardo's paintings he knew. His heart started hammering in his chest, and a quiet voice whispered that you were the one.

He shook his head, thinking the thought preposterous, he had stopped believing in soulmates a long time ago. He turned to leave when suddenly you gave his sleaves a gentle tug. He turned around, and the second those golden eyes locked with yours, his heart had been won. You smiled a bright smile as you handed him the dropped pocket watch.

For the first time in this man's life, his heart was beating out of his chest, and his mind was blank. He felt like a silly teenager at the way he was rendered speechless, the second your hands touched. And he swore at that moment it was like a blot of electricity that had gone through him, sending a spark down his spine.

He quickly gained his composure and smiled his all so charming smile as he thanked you. He had to shake his head from the silly little thoughts of soulmates and the ones. He had lived long enough to know not to get too attached. That, vampires, did not have the luxury of getting the destined soulmate and that he was fated to live out his eternal life alone.

Sending another charming smile your way, he bid you farewell and made his way home, back the way he had come, a few days before.

The charming smile and warm golden eyes of the mysterious man had stayed with you as you continued to explore the museum. You wondered around soon finding yourself before a large door, and curiosity must have killed the cat cause you found yourself gently pushing the door open, to explore further.

You suddenly found yourself in a completely new place. Gone were the white walls and tile floors of the museum. You were now surrounded by old fashioned wooden floors and wallpapered walls. You continued on with your explorations, walking in on a dinner attended by a variety of different characters. Before you could apologize and excuse yourself a familiar face caught your attention. Comte stared up at you in awe, just how on earth was it possible that you were now standing before him once more. He strode to your side, gently taking you hand in his to invite you to join them for dinner and the rest was history.

You quickly befriended everyone in the mansion with your bubbly friendly personality. Cause you were a bit of a chameleon, you found yourself effortlessly blending in and adapting to life in the late 19th century. TBH all the residence adored you and saw you as a bit of a mother figure, being able to relate to and understand them.

The one person who had taken the biggest liking to you, was the lord of the mansion himself. He loved that you got along so well with the residents of the mansion. He enjoyed that light airy feel you had that surrounding you and made a point of it to invite you to the garden for tea and snacks every day. He loved your bubbly personality, and the two of you would chat for hours on end about everything and anything.

Comte had to laugh at the way you had adopted the role of mansion mom. Often when the residents would get up to mischief *cough Arthur cough* they would run to your side to avoid daddy Comte's wrath. You had Comte wrapped around your little finger, whether you knew it or not. If Arthur had taken a prank too far, he could be found hiding behind you, to avoid a Comte scolding session.

Comte realized rather quickly that you would get so involved in your work that you would simply forget to care for yourself. Often he would find you passed out in the library from exhaustion. He would usually let out a small sigh followed by the most tender smile, as he makes his way to your side to drape his jacket over you shoulders, before carefully picking you up and taking you back to your room. "Ma Cherie, you mustn't push yourself so hard," he gently whispers as he dusts a small kiss on your forehead as he tucks you into bed.

When you walk up later that night, you will wake up surrounded by the warmth of Comte's jacket and the sight of Comte sleeping on the edge of your bed. You can't help but smile as you run you finger through his golden locks.

Within seconds golden eyes flutter open to meet yours as he gives you with a lazy smile. "Ah your awake, you must be hungry, come, my dear let's go and get you some food." He then gently takes your hand in his and leads you to the kitchen to make you something to eat. You can't help but laugh as one would think that having lived as long as this man, he would be able to cook. Nope! Sabastian ran into the kitchen, panicked at the scent of smoke coming from the kitchen. He burst through the kitchen doors to find a small fire and both you in stitches laughing at Comte's lack of culinary skills to even make toast. Sabastian simply shakes his head with a slight chuckle at his lord and instructs both of you to wait in the dining room, while he whips up some food for the two of you.

Comte will be sure to visit you regularly to make sure you are taking care of yourself. He will legit whisk you away every lunchtime and take you out for lunch at a new cafe. If he sees you have been neglecting your sleep, he will invite you to his room and then lead you to his sofa. You will curiously eye the man as he gently guides your head to rest on his lap, as he starts to pull his finger through your hair with the softest of smiles, "you honestly make me worry, Ma Cherie, please rest for a little while." Sleep instantly finds you as he soothingly reads to you as he plays with you hair.

This man will be by your side in a split second whenever you have a panic attack. He will wrap you up in is stong arms, as he soothingly traces small circles on you back, while telling you to focus on the sound of his heartbeat. He will help you get you breathing under control all while whispering the sweetest most encouraging word in your ears. "I am here Ma Cherie, I will always be here for you." Once you have finally got you breathing under control, he with tenderly caress you face as he wipes away all the fallen tears. It breaks his heart to see you so distressed. He will gently pick you up and take you to his room where he will spend the rest of the day cuddling with you.

This man loves to tease you! Loves how flustered you get at any signs of affection. He will legit surprise you with little acts of affections like small lil kisses or hugs just to see the blush spread across your face.

Often, the two of you are spending time together. Sometimes you are simply just in the same room, each busy with their own tasks. After finding you, Comte can't bear the thought of being parted from you, so he will spend as much time as possible by your side. Sometimes this boi gets lonely while working alone in his office, so he will bring his work with him to your room and just plop himself down beside you reading on your bed and continue working. He will most definitely occasionally kiss you hand or cheek, as the two of you continue with your own task snuggled side by side. Sometimes the man wonders how he ever survived without you in his life, as you bring so much light and love into his life that he has never known.

Loves the fact that you are such a bubbly friendly chameleon, cause his job requires him to make many appearances at different balls and banquets, and as the love of his life, he is always more than thrilled when you accompany him. The room is always dazzled by the two of you cuties. Each of you charming the crowd in your own special way, to build up and foster new business connection. The two of you honestly suit each other perfectly.

If you are feeling tired from all the socializing, Comte will quickly pick up on your silent cues and lead you to the dancefloor and spend the rest of the night with you in his arms, twirling you around. Otherwise, the two of you will enjoy the quiet of each other company out on the balcony as you watch the night sky.

This man will melt whenever you pull him away from his work to take a cuddle break. He is legit the happiest man in the whole world whenever you guide his head to rest on your lap, as you read your newest poem to him, all while pulling your fingers through his soft golden locks. I hope you are ready to be doted on and spoilt rotten cause this man loves to shower you in endless amounts of love and affection. It just so happens that his love language is both physical touch and giving gifts. So you best be sure every time you go shopping with Comte the two of you will return home with arms filled with parcels and packages.

Comte thanks his lucky stars every day for finally meeting his soul mate, the love of his life and the missing piece to his puzzle. And as such will spend every day of your eternal lives together, cherishing and loving you!

Other potential matches……………… Napoleon

I hope you enjoy this, dear! And I hope you have a super good day! ☺🌻❤🦋

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monstaxdirtywonk · 5 years ago

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Love of the Moonlight

You still remember that night. You were wondering around, scared of your own shadow, trying to reach home as soon as possible. You thought you heard something, but you were too focused on walking, secretly afraid of turning your head to face whatever or whoever that might be. Your heart was beating fast, tinting your cheeks red, heat rising all over you, despite the cold night. You had to run as fast as possible, maybe, you thought, you were overreacting for no reason. You couldn’t hear footsteps approaching, but you were sure, all of a sudden, there were footsteps right behind you. You checked for a shadow next to you, there was none. Your blood ran cold as you slowly turned your head, and took the glimpse of a man. The moment he realized, he grabbed you by the neck in an almost paranormal speed and pinned you against the nearby wall. Your eyes grew wide, that was it, you thought. The man, placed his hand around your neck and applied pressure, one that danced against your pulse. He seemed to enjoy this as his delicate finger tracked the vein. His grin grew wider and he formed teeth longer than those of the average human. You thought you were seeing things. How is that possible, you wondered. Who is this man and what does he want? He hadn’t kill you yet, so why did he attack you all of a sudden. He hissed and went straight to your neck. You closed your eyes, frightened, wishing this was just a nightmare. When you opened them, your neck still in tact, you couldn’t believe he was gone. In fact, he was beaten up and laid on the street, approximately 2 meters away from you. Another man was in front of you this time. You flinched and he noticed. “Easy” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you” You didn’t know if you could trust him, saving you wasn’t enough. Despite looking mysterious however, he seemed friendly and gentle. He had black longish hair and a very intense gaze. His eyes were apparent even in this ebony colored night. “Thank you” you said carefully, trying to appear collected. You were far from that. “Ah my name’s Seonghwa” he raised his hand, proposing a handshake. You gave your hand too, making contact with his cold hand. It was the weather, you guessed. “Y/N” you replied. “I gotta go now. Thank you for that tho. You’ll call the police right?” “Yes I’ll do it myself” he said, proposing to get you home too. This was a very creepy idea, you didn’t want a random stranger to know where you live. “No thank you. I’ll be fine.” you exhaled deeply. He warned you to be more careful and you left after thanking him again.

“How many times do I have to tell you fucker to not feed out of random people?” Seonghwa nagged while grabbing the other man’s shirt. “We were almost caught. Do you want humans to know we exist? They’re gonna impale us like in the Middle Ages. That’s why, you and your thirsty ass has to keep a distance from people.Understood?” The man nodded. He was inferior to Seonghwa and didn’t want to mess up even more. “Home.Now.” Seonghwa ordered and the man complied as if he was a trained dog. Seonghwa looked towards your side, you were far gone, but he was able to hear your heartbeat. One of the many superpowers his kind has. He didn’t want attacks from his clan. But maybe in your case, it was more than that. How can it be though? He saw you for a couple of seconds. Probably never to be seen again. He was wrong. Unable to keep the distance he so hightlighted before, he stayed hidden within the shadows, keeping an eye on you every time you were coming home late at night. Seonghwa knew that was much more than a friendly concern, but couldn’t control it. How can a creature of the night approach her? He’d seem terrifying in her eyes. Her savior, turned to a thread. Seonghwa let go. It was the only thing he had to do. There was no point in this. You belonged to different worlds and colors. The moment you were living, he was hiding and vice versa. But fate had other plans.

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Seonghwa was sitting in his office. The clan had a separate motel of terror, in which the members were living. It was comfortable but old, like them. There were some servants, abducted by the vampires and feeders. Those were the people that were doing the dirty work. Very few and faithful, they guaranteed their silence. He had a separate home as well, but spent much of his time there. He didn’t want to admit it, but he felt lonely often. There was no point in being at home, it was a cold and inhospitable place. As he was deep in thought, he heard shouting outside and Jared, a member of the Clan, came in running and panting. “What is it?” Seonghwa asked. “They bought humans. As if feeders weren’t enough…” Seonghwa was a gentle and mature vampire. He had been ‘alive’ since the 19th century after all. However, he had some rare moments of anger, rare but filled with terror. His eyes turned red and he stepped outside, ready to fight and yell, even attack the fellow vampires. “How many times-” his voice was caught short when he saw you. He couldn’t believe in his eyes. He forgot everything and just stared, time stopped around him. “I’m sorry master but the feeders aren’t enough for us, our needs grow” the vampire said. “This..isn’t .. a reply.” he brushed his hair nervously and collected himself. “If any of you do this again, I’ll kick you out of the clan. Understood?” he yelled, making everyone flinch. Seonghwa wasn’t bad. Not at all. Actually, he got so mad out of his care for the others. Vampires were a myth of popular culture, they had to stay like that. Things were dangerous out there. Your breathing was irregular, panic taking over you. You were tied up, next to another man. He was tied up also, abducted, not a vampire it seemed. The vampire that just yelled, seemed all too familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. This was complete nonsense. As a sceptic, you’d swear vampires are fictional characters created by gothic writers. But no, they exist and they are right in front of your eyes. Seonghwa moved his hand, nodding for Jared to come closer. He whispered instructions in his ear, ones that had you in tense already. Jared came back, he untied the man’s rope and looked at him deep in the eyes. “If you tell anyone, we’ll come for your ass.” he threatened. The man nodded scared, but relieved he was free to leave. You spoke up, hesitantly. “What…abou-t me?” Seonghwa didn’t want to frighten you. You were scared enough. But he couldn’t let you go either. It was fate in his eyes. It meant something. He commanded everyone to leave and so they did. You were even more scared now.

“I’m sorry for that.” he said, coming closer. You flinched again. “Don’t be scared. I’m only untieing you” You extended your hands for him. When he moved closer, you remembered… “You’re the man…from the attack, right?” He didn’t expect you to remember him. “Yes” he replied, somehow excited you did so.

“That’s why you saved me then” you put things together, it made sense now. “Yes. I’ll do everything to keep us a secret.” “A secret I won’t reveal.“ you said "Just let me go.” He wanted to. He hated seeing you distressed but he couldn’t let you slip off his hand just like that. You stood up and went towards the wooden table. Your bag was placed there and that movement made his non existent heart to sink. “Please don’t leave” he muttered. Your bag opened too wide and a book fell off on the floor. “You read?” he asked, finding the opportunity for small talk. “Occasionally”. you responded. “ Will you read for me?” he asked softly while searching for the cover. It was an anthology of poems. “I’ll choose a random page.” Seonghwa said “47.” You opened the book and went through the pages in an aggressive pattern. Maybe even anxious, he thought. Seonghwa gave you some space, but you still felt threatened by him. He didn’t realize he seemed like such a monster in your eyes. Little did he know, it was the other way around. Seonghwa was too alluring for your senses. You tried so hard to keep your distance, but there was no clear line at this point. As you went through the pages, your finger got caught in a sheet’s corner and a whine left your lips. The white of the page, got tinted in red. You were truly scared by now. Seonghwa, like a shark, couldn’t help himself this time. He grabbed your hand and moved it closer to his mouth. Your heart was beating so fast, his extraordinary sense of hearing noticed this. He placed his tongue against your fingertip, cleaning you up with a simple swipe. “I’ve told you. You shouldn’t be scared” “How? I mean, they say that vampires get greedy with blood. I didnt know if you were real till yesterday, all I know is based on movies and I don’t even know if they are accurate.” “It’s kind of accurate actually. But it depends on age. I’ve been around for almost 3 centuries now, so I’ve learned how to pull back.” You admired his self control. He was scared he wouldn’t be able to maintain it around you. Seonghwa was wrong. Little by little you grew closer. You enjoyed his company and vast experience in life. He enjoyed your presence and cheerfulness. He felt alive again, you painted his world in pink. One night, while walking along towards your home, he found the courage to asked you out. “Will you be mine?” His question, awfully cheesy, but sweet and sincere, made you say yes. His signature bright smile, lit up his face. He wished goodnight and left, never crossing boundaries physically, but mentally, those had been destroyed by now. A gentleman of the old times. A wise soul, that made you see things in a frightened way. Even a monster after all, can better than most humans, you thought.

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lovemalecforever · 3 years ago

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Chapter 19

Let me confine you in my arms.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let me confine you in my arms, Calming the violence of your storms, Absorbing it in the depth of my soul, Gathering you up and making you whole.

Holding you tightly when we get closer, Letting you cry over my shoulder, Gently caressing and kissing you in parts, Slowly mending your broken heart.

[A/N: I thought this poem fits perfectly for Malec in this story, so I posted it here. This is my original under the pen name scrawled_dreams.]

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The warm golden rays of sunlight fell over Alec's eyes through the crack of the curtains, making him stir in sleep. The room was dimly lit with the golden glow of the rays filtering into the room. The crystal particles of dust were dancing in mid-air.

Alec's eyelashes fluttered and he woke up, then quickly covered his eyes, blocking the bright rays reaching into his eyes. He stirred, then woke up properly, only then he noticed his legs were intertwined with his husband's, his arm lay protectively over his waist in a tight grip and he was big spooning his sweet warlock. He smiled and left feather-soft kisses on his shoulder and nape of the neck, making sure not to disturb his sleeping beauty. He smoothly untangled them, so as not to disturb his husband, stood up and left for the bathroom. When he came out, his husband was still sound asleep so he decided to make breakfast for them.

He left for the kitchen and quickly made a breakfast consisting of scrambled eggs with bacon, bread toast, two mini pancakes, a bowl of fruit, a glass of orange juice for Magnus, and strong black coffee for himself. He put everything on a tray then left for his bedroom.

When he opened the bedroom door he saw his husband turning and tossing around on the bed, his hands moving around on the empty sheets like he was trying to grab something and he was mumbling something in his sleep. He walked towards the bed, kept the tray on the side table, and sat on the bed. From up close he was able to listen to what his warlock was mumbling in his sleep.

"Al... Alexander.. don... don't leave me, please. I.. won't.. won't be.. able to.. live.. with.. without you. I.. I'm sorry, for... forgive me, don't... don't leave me." He kept mumbling the same thing again and again.

Alec's heart sank in his chest, his wings threatening to come out and wrap Magnus in it. He controlled the urge as it was not the right time for that. Instead, he sat beside him and started running his fingers through his hair in a soothing manner, caressing him gently and softly, and gave him a feather-light kiss on his temple and forehead. The warlock relaxed under his touch and rested his hand on his lap.

"Wake up, Magnus. I've made breakfast for you." He nudged him gently.

"Mm.. fi.. minit..." Alec chuckled at his adorableness.

"Wake up love. You can sleep later, I have the whole day with you today." He softly kissed him on the tip of the nose.

That's when Magnus' eyes shot up, making him fully awake. "Alexander?" He shifted and sat up on the bed. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his shadowhunter with a glint.

"Morning, love!" He tucked the locks of his messy hairs falling on his temples behind his ears and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

As soon as Alec's lips touched Magnus, the realization of the recent happenings dawned on him, and just like that, the glint in his eyes was gone. The guilt overpowering all his other emotions.

"Mags, what's wrong?"

"I.. Alexander... I.." He stuttered, looking anywhere but him.

"Magnus, if this is about whatever that heartless bloodsucking vampire did to you, you don't have to worry, okay. I'll understand if you don't want to tell me what happened or want to take your time, but just know that she'll never be able to cause a strain in our relationship. I love you, Magnus Lightwood Bane, nothing can change that." He caressed his cheeks and pecked him on the temple.

Magnus didn't know why, but the gentle touch and his reassuring words had made him relax like everything will be normal between them the way it used to be before that horrible day a month ago. He nodded and smiled. "I'm sorry, Alexander. I just, these three days were horrible without you. Please don't leave like that ever again, I... I know I'm being selfish, but I just can't, I love you, Alexander."

"Hey, I'm never leaving you again, Magnus. You can be selfish about that. Now, breakfast is waiting for you." He took the tray from the table and kept it between them. Magnus warmed the breakfast with the flick of his hands, earning a sweet kiss on his cheek from his husband.

"Perks of having a warlock husband." Alec grinned.

"Why don't you have work today?" Magnus asked with a mouthful of scrambled eggs and bacon.

"I do, I told Jia that I'll be working from home today, I wanted to spend time with my husband. I know I've been busy lately, and I wanted to make it up to you for that."

Magnus looked at his shadowhunter, guilt washing over him once again. 'How could I? How am I ever gonna tell you the truths, about thinking of breaking our marriage, about the fear of losing you, about my feelings, about.. about what happened with Camille? I can't lose you, never ever again.' he thought.

"Then I should be one hell of a lucky man! I got my man for a whole day to myself, what are we gonna do about it?" He asked playfully, pushing away his guilt, much to his own obliviousness that he had become an open book to his husband in the past five years.

"Let me guess, lots of cuddles and complete bed rest for you. And don't you dare think about anything else! You're not in perfect shape, so let me just take care of you today. Sounds like a plan?"

Magnus pouted but eventually agreed. He just wanted to be in his shadowhunter's arms, nothing more. They finished their breakfast in silence, stealing kisses in between or more like Alec showering his warlock with kisses and making up for his absence.

After breakfast, they cleaned the whole apartment together, then they both enjoyed a calming bubble bath, with Alec carefully cleaning and massaging the warlock, making him a jelly under his touch. After they were done, they changed into comfortable clothing and Alec carried his husband into bed bridal style, laying him gently on it. Then he took his Tab and sat on the bed on his side, doing his work from it. Magnus laid his head on his husband's lap and nuzzled into him, enjoying the soft touch of the shadowhunter's fingers through his wet hair and on his scalp. Not long after, he fell asleep on his lap.

Alec looked down at the warlock who was sleeping peacefully on his lap, his mind wandering to the possibilities of what he had gone through in his absence. He cursed himself for not being there for him, then leaned down and kissed him on top of his head, and went back to work.

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Magnus woke up to a delicious smell of food invading his senses. He blinked away his sleep and sat on the bed. That's when he realized that there was a large tray of food kept on the bed and his husband was nowhere to be seen. "Alexander?" He called softly.

"Coming!" He heard his voice, then soon Alec entered the room with a tray that had a large bowl in it. Magnus looked at him with confusion. "Chicken soup, for you."

Magnus looked at him then at the tray kept on the bed which had whole-wheat pita stuffed with diced chicken, black bean spread, spinach, and red peppers with minted brown rice. His heart melted to the highest degree. "Alexander, you don't have to do all this, I could have summoned-"

"Shut up and enjoy the food. You know I'm not gonna make all this again, right?"

Magnus looked at him with puppy eyes and pouted, he knew really well he gets the special treatment from his shadowhunter rarely and he always enjoyed it. Mostly they either ordered takeouts, summoned food, or Magnus was the one to make lunch and dinner.

Alec kissed his pouting husband, then kept the tray on the bed and started serving them both. Magnus crawled towards him and sat on his lap, literally. Alec sighed and shook his head.

"Feed me?" Magnus asked, or more precisely stated.

"Really Mags!"

"Pretty please." He looked at him with puppy eyes.

"You're impossible, love." He shook his head and kissed the tip of his nose.

They ate their lunch in comfortable silence with Alec feeding the grown-up child sitting on his lap. He wondered if he would ever be able to see this side of Magnus ever again. It was cute and annoying at the same time. They had eaten half of their lunch when Magnus's phone buzzed loudly, interrupting their cute moment.

"Ignore that!" Alec said sternly.

"That could be important, Alexander." He replied, chewing the mouthful of minted rice his husband fed him.

Just when Alec was about to reply, the phone buzzed again.

"Let me check it." He said as he stood up from his lap and went to the side table situated near his side of the bed on which his phone was kept. Just when he was about to pick up his phone, it buzzed again. He sighed then checked the messages, it was from an unknown number.

> Hey, love. Long time no see.

>I want to meet you, Magnus. I know you miss me.

>Meet me at the same club in Germany, I'm waiting for you.

Magnus gulped, his blood boiled reading the messages. 'How dare she!' he thought to himself.

"Magnus? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's a client, just a minute." He quickly typed back a reply.

To hell with you, Camille Belcourt. I don't care how you got my number. I'm not interested in meeting you, find yourself a new source for enjoyment, or rot in hell. I don't give a damn.<

>Oh, Magnus. I thought you enjoyed our last meeting. Too bad, I still want to meet you.

Go to hell, Camille. I'm not coming. Oh, sorry I forgot, you are the definition of hell.<

>You will, my love. Be here in ten minutes, or I'll feed on every mundane present in this bar and then convert them into a vampire.

You wouldn't.<

> You know me, Magnus. You know I will. Nine minutes remaining.

Magnus gulped, he knew if he wouldn't be there, she would feed on innocent mundanes, and there would be plenty of mundanes there. That bar was just like his Pandemonium, open for everyone. He waved his hands and quickly dressed.

"Magnus, what the hell? You're not going anywhere. Come back here right now." Alec stated when he saw him dressed up and ready to leave.

"Alexander, I'm sorry, but this is important. I need to be there."

"Magnus -"

"Alexander, I promise, I'll be fine, okay. I'll be back soon."

Alec sighed but nodded. Magnus quickly opened the portal and stepped into it.

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Magnus stepped out of the portal in front of the bar. He quickly walked inside and scanned the bar. To his relief everyone was safe.

"Oh, my love. Always so protective and caring. Easy to lure to out, isn't it?" She came from behind and traced her fingers on his back and shoulders.

Magnus screwed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. "What do you want?" He asked coldly.

"Isn't that obvious, Magnus? I want you. I want us to be together again." She turned him towards herself and traced her pointed nails on his face.

Magnus shoved her hands away and looked at her with disgust. "It's never happening."

"You think that mortal will be able to keep you happy, huh? The moment he'll die, you'll come back running to me, like always. I'm your only true love, Magnus. I'll make you happy."

"Never. Happening." He spat.

That offended her, but she didn't let it show. Instead, she looked at him directly in the eyes. The pupils of her eyes became larger and wider, nearly touching the base of the iris, and the color became darker. "You know you want me, Magnus. You love me and only me. You want to explore every part of my body. Touch me everywhere. Touch me, Magnus. Kiss me."

"I... I want you." His lips moved automatically. His hands snaked around her waist against his will and held her tightly. He didn't want to do any of it, but his body wasn't listening to him.

She smiled maliciously between the kisses. Her hands rubbed against his chest, slowly undoing his jacket and opening his shirt's button.

Magnus felt disgusted. It felt really wrong but he was not in control of his body. They were working on their own accord. He wasn't able to stop himself and whatever was happening was getting more heated. He felt tears forming in the back of his eyes. Then something rang in his brain. 'I love you Magnus Lightwood Bane.' the voice, his shadowhunter's voice. 'I am and will always be your loving husband.' This time he was able to focus on his powers, he centered it on his hands and sent a huge shockwave in her body.

As soon as Camille felt the shockwave, she jumped and removed herself from his grasp, having a look of pure vengeance on her face.

"The hell, Camille Belcourt!? You encanto'd me. How low could you go?" His voice was dripping with hatred.

"How were you able to break it? You-"

Before she could complete it, Magnus put a freezing spell on her and ran out of the bar. He quickly opened the portal and ran into it before the spell wore off and Camille followed him.

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The portal opened up in his bedroom, and he ran out of it. He almost stumbled and was about to fall when a strong pair of arms caught him.

"Magnus! Are you okay? What happened?" Alec looked at his husband with wide eyes. His jacket was almost falling off, a few of the shirt's buttons were undone, his hair was slightly messy and he had tears in his eyes.

"Mags? What happened?"

Before Magnus could answer, they heard a low whistling of windows from their living room.

"What was that?"

"Probably the wind. You didn't answer? What happened? Are you alright?" He quickly changed the subject. From the corner of his eyes, he saw an emerald blue blur vanishing into the clouds and sighed with relief.

"A.. I.." He looked everywhere but his husband. This was too much for him to keep to himself. He cursed himself for falling for her trap.

Alec cupped his cheeks and rubbed his thumbs gently below his eyes. "Mags." He said softly.

"A.. I.. Alexander, it.. it was Camille."

Alec's eyes widened at that. "What? Magnus why-"

"Th... the client, she was encanto'd. Camille was there already when I reached there. She.. she encanto'd me too, and.. and... I.. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He couldn't keep it inside anymore, he fell in his shadowhunter's arms and started crying uncontrollably.

Alec took in his husband's state and the realization hit him. He seethed with anger and swore to himself that she'd pay for her doings.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Alexander. Fo... forgive me. I.. I'm sorry." He managed to say between the sobs.

Alec held him tightly in his arms. "Shh, shh, it's okay, love, it's okay. You have nothing to apologize for. You didn't do anything. I'm not even mad at you. Don't say sorry for something you couldn't control. You said yourself she encanto'd you. Don't blame yourself, love." He kept holding him until his tears dried down, then left feather-soft kisses on his eyelids.

When Magnus fluttered his bloodshot eyes open and looked at his husband, he saw only pure love in his eyes. 'What have I done to deserve you? How am I ever gonna tell you the truth?' he thought to himself.

"You're not mad at me? If I'd never left, this could have been avoided. You told me to stay but I..." He trailed off and sniffed.

"Magnus, I'm not mad and don't think like that, okay? You didn't know. Let's not discuss this anymore. Hmm?"

"Okay." He whispered softly.

For the rest of the day, Magnus spent clinging to his shadowhunter for dear life. He was far too gone to pretend to be strong and resilient. They ordered takeout for dinner, this time Magnus didn't need to ask to be fed, Alec did it himself. He then carried his warlock to the bedroom in bridal style and changed him into his burgundy silk robe, then put him on the bed and wrapped himself around his warlock.

"Why do you love me so much, Alexander?" He whispered to himself, but to his dismay, his husband heard him.

"What kind of question is that, love?"

"What? I.. you.. heard it?"

"Hey." He rubbed his nose gently against his neck then kissed him softly at the nape of his neck. "Yes, I heard it. And to answer your question, I love you so much because you're wise, you're generous, you're brave, you're incredible, there's always a spark in you which lights up everything around you, you always manage to take my breath away, you always manage to make my heart beat faster, you always manage to make me love myself when I'm at my weakest, you always care for others like your own, you have the purest heart. You're the best thing that happened to me, Magnus Lightwood Bane. I can list a thousand more things if you want." He left feather-light kisses on his shoulder with each thing he said then finally he kissed him on top of his head.

A soft smile played on Magnus' lips listening to his husband's words. "I'm speechless, Alexander. Thank you."

"Sleep now, love. You need it. I love you."

"Love you too."

With that they drifted off to sleep, Alec's arms protectively wrapped around his husband, holding him in a tight yet gentle embrace.

#asaab #angst with a happy ending #angst #fanfic authors #alec lightwood #fanfiction #lightwood bane family #malec forever #malec fic #fantasy #fanfic #happily married #magnus bane #malec

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mhdiaries · 4 years ago

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Wave 2 Diary of Draculaura

15♥September

I “broke up” with Jackson Jekyll today... not that we were ever really dating I mean officially, which would have been nice but every time he would ask me out he would totally pull the invisible boy act on me and not show up. Or call. The next day he was always very sweet and apologetic but he could never remember why he forgot our date. I guess the final nail in the coffin was when he didn’t meet me at this party and I totally felt like a one tombstone graveyard. I ended up dancing with this scary hot DJ named Holt Hyde who acted like he knew me although I’m pretty sure that we hadn’t met before. Jackson and I are still friends but sometimes that’s just how the tombstone crumbles.

25♥September

Went to the beach with Frankie, Clawdeen and Clawd to watch Lagoona surf. It was a beautiful day, which meant I had to break out the sunscreen although the stuff I have to use is more like sunwall. It’s so thick it’s like being coated in honey and it’s like a sand magnet so I pretty much have to stay on a blanket the whole time or I end up looking like a sand sculpture. Oh well, it’s worth the annoyance to get to spend the day at the beach.

30♥September

I stayed up late reading a new novel about a forbidden romance between a werewolf girl and a vampire boy... like that would ever happen... but it’s so sweet and tragic I couldn’t put it down. Of course I slept through my alarm and was almost late for school, which meant my makeup was a mess cause I couldn’t take my time putting it on. Luckily, Ghoulia saw me before anyone else did and she helped me straighten it out so I didn’t walk into my first class looking like an undead clown... not that there’s anything wrong with that.

1♥October

I took one of those quizzes to see what kind of creature I am - I think all the teen monster mags have them now - which seems kind of strange since like I already know. Anyway, the quiz had questions ike: What is your favorite haunt? What is your favorite food? Would you rather be dead or undead? Do you run, shamble, fly or ooze? So after I answered all the questions I turned to the back to read: Congratulations! You are a Woodland Nymph! You are kind, gentle and love sunshine and nature. You probably make your home in a tree where you enjoy the company of many woodland animals that you would never scare or eat. I wonder if I should share this with father? LOL... maybe not = )

7♥October

Clawd and Spectra had a monster argument today and it created such a fuss that both of them got called into Headmistress Bloodgood’s office. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Clawd so angry or Spectra so self-righteous but neither of them would talk about it when they came out of HHB’s office - not even to me! Clawdeen thinks it has something to do with Cleo and Clawd but I totally don’t understand how she made that connection. Now Clawdeen is mad at Cleo. Again. This is really sad and since it seemed like they were starting to actually tolerate each other.

12♥October

I know a lot of monsters are not excited about having to write an essay on our monster heritage but I think it’s creeperifically cool! First of all, I’m writing a screenplay about my un-life and I think this will really help the third act and secondly because it gives me the opportunity to set the record straight about a couple of things. Beginning with the fact that my father is much older than any monster realizes. I mean he was already a vampire back when togas were first considered fashionable... sooo glad father doesn’t wear one anymore. Then there was that whole identity theft calamity that happened when we rented our castle in Transylvania to a total con-monster who went around pretending to be father. Now I have to carry a copy of my death certificate to prove that I really am as old as I say I am cause some monsters think I must be related to that loser. Unfortunately for the imposter his bats came home to roost and not in a good way either. The rest of my story, like how father took in me and my mother when no one else would and why I’m a vegan vampire I’m going to save for the screenplay which I would like to film in pink and white. How scary cool would that be?

16♥October

In the span on 3 days Clawdeen missed a test in Mad Science, a school dance and a buy one get one shoe sale at the Maul. Frankie and I knew something had to be wrong but Clawdeen wouldn’t answer our texts or emails. Finally Clawd showed us a picture he took of Clawdeen with his iCoffin. Her hair... it was... it was... not of this world. Clawd said she couldn’t fix it and had to “ctrl+alt+delete her new ‘do” with a pair of electric clippers. He said she was so depressed that she turned all her mirrors toward the wall and wasn’t even growling at Howleen for borrowing her clothes. I suggested we shave our heads too but then Frankie reminded me how fast Clawdeen’s hair grows and that we’d be bald a lot longer than she would so we came up with the idea of going to the Maul and buying Clawdeen a fierce fashionista scare package to cheer her up instead and that’s just what we did. Of course we bought some things for ourselves too = )

25♥October

I was supposed to fang out with the ghouls last night but I didn’t. I tried to explain what happened to Clawdeen but I couldn’t. She was annoyed with me cause I always tell her everything. She thinks I’m keeping a secret from her which I guess I sort of am but I’m not sure I want to talk to anybody about it yet. So I wrote this poem to describe what happened. I don’t know why it’s easier for me to express emotions in verse but sometimes it just is. I read it to Count Fabulous who usually leaves the room when I get too sappy but this time he flew down and gave me a little bat hug when I was finished.

One fall autumn night I took a walk jaunt

to meet some friends at a familiar haunt

The sky above was very starry bright

and there seemed to me not a cloud in sight

So off I went without sans umbrella or coat

although what I probably needed was really a boat

Caust the clouds came rolled in with a dragon’s roar

and shortly thereafter it bagan to pour

Not a pleasant rain, good for plant and flower

but a driving, unfriendly, cold hard icy shower

Now I was halfway between home and there

my makeup was running ruined and so was my hair

With no shelter in sight or a way to get dry

I put my head face in my hands and started to cry

When out of the shower rain a voice broke through,

“Hey D it’s me Clawd, hey D is that you?”

As I blinked through the tears and rain I could see

Clawdeen’s brother Clawd, waving at me

Across four lanes of traffic bravely he dashed

with umbrella in hand to my side he flashed

He led helped me back to his car warm and dry

said not a word till I’d finished my cry

“Here’s a hot coffinccino whip cream no foam,

it’ll warm you right up while I drive you home.”

From the car he walked me up to my door

protecting me still from the storm’s downpour

As he turned to leave I placed a kiss on his cheek

then I ran inside before he could speak.

And while I watched his car disappear from sight

I felt something happen change for me that night

No longer did I see him as just my best friend’s brother

that night, to me, he became something other.

The great thing about poetry is that it doesn’t have to be epic to express how you feel. Now I have to wonder, “Does he feel the same?”

#monster high #monster high diary #draculaura #wave 2

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abyssal-hoonter · 4 years ago

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[The highest place]

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The Assassins enjoyed to observe the city from above because that was high and gave them a better view. A better view that people needed to understand. So did Evie. Perhaps. This was the first time she had herself here not because of her duty, but because she wanted to go far away from the train which she and her brother called "home" especially when they were still in this center city of the world, London. A flash in her thought drove her to regret going to this place just to fill another page of her life notebook writing about what had been happening...

People believed no smoke without fire. Maybe it was true this time. Evie wanted to hide, to run away, to make a distance with the one she had never believed. She knew who it was, the woman with red hair, a bit taller, older and maybe wiser than her and that was exactly the one Evie once thought that individual had been ended by a fucking cane - sword. Miss Thorne, evidently.

Evie buried herself into hundred lines of thinking which was dancing crazily in her head. At the same time she thought it must be stopped no matter what. Crushing her skull, washing her brain, anything could help, but nothing helped... She wondered how Henry was. Would he be the same like the old day when they first met on a roof of a building? Or was he busy enough pursuing something that the Brotherhood had been always against?

Jacob did tell her what she didn't want to understand nor hear. The way he shared the story and his expression, including his eyes when he had looked at his older sister, all rang a bell that he was telling the truth.

"Acting hastily and brutally does NOT mean I never use my brain, dearest sister." She remembered what he had told her when they were arguing in the train, with Miss Thorne leaning on the wagon wall and sighed heavily. Evie rushed outside once they had done talking and hadn't realized tears had already been covered her cheeks. Even now gazing at the air from the tallest point of London, the Big Ben, she could feel her tears being dried as she began to recall what had happened one week ago.

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"You fucking bastard! Son of a bitch!" Jacob cursed loudly as he rushed toward Henry, grabbing his shirt with one hand and the other one delivered a heavy punch to the man's face. "How could you do this to us? How could you do this to my sister?!!!" He screamed as he was mad and continued to punch Greenie until Miss Thorne came and intervened.

"Frye! Stop! Stop!" She said and yanked Jacob out from the Indian. Jacob, still gritting his teeth, tried to catch Henry with his arms stretched forward and his fingers formed like a vampire preparing to kill their prey. Henry, stood with his face full of bruises and blood caused by the younger Frye.

"First you cheated on her. Now you're with that fucking Mr. Starrick!" Jacob roared.

"Your sister is just a tool without thinking. Just like you, Jacob. She acts like she's so mature but deep down from inside now I'm starting to realize you all assassins are just... animals." Henry scoffed a simple but cruel irony. Jacob was surprised by what he was seeing in this man. Just not so long ago he was still a gentleman, saying noble words and talking greatly politely. That was contradicted to what the hell he was right now. All Jacob could see was a mere person who wore a Templar band on his sleeve and speaking like a brute with his voice full of hatred and disdain toward the people he once stood side by side.

"That was your fucking fault first! You cheated on Evie, my sister. You betrayed her! She lost her memory because of you!!" Jacob angrily said.

"She did something worse than me, Frye. She became one with the woman standing there, beside you." Henry laughed and gestured to Lucy, who was still trying to calm herself despite those critical words she had heard. "What's that? Love? Allow me to fix it, Mr. Frye. It is sickness! Purely an act of pathetic whores--" he continued, and didn't have a chance to finish the sentence when suddenly Lucy broke out "from her cage" and dashed to his place, giving him tons of punches and rakes. She grabbed his collar and hit him to the ground. The man struggled to get out but he was totally lost. In a moment he realized how powerful Miss Thorne could be, a woman could be, especially when they went mad and the devil side of them took control.

"Whores are ones toying people's heart!!" Lucy's eyes opened wide and the man could see dark fire in them.

This time, it was Jacob who tried to prevent the redhead from killing Henry. He wrapped her waist from behind and stepped backward but Lucy kicked her legs repeatedly before deciding to stop.

Right at that moment, Evie came in and witnessed what was in front of her eyes. She saw Henry in bad state and his brother backing Thorne.

"What's happening?" She raised her voice, and to Jacob and Lucy's surprised, Henry started to groan.

"Evie... Evie..." Greenie pleaded.

Jacob watched and saw Henry secretly conceal his Templar band. He stomped forward, intending to check the man but Evie pushed him away. "Don't touch him!" She said. Jacob frowned with frustration.

"You did this to him, Jacob? How dare you!" Evie shouted to Jacob's face. She didn't realize Henry was grinning caddishly behind Evie's back.

"I did." A voice came from Lucy, "I hate public dicks!"

Evie's blood boiled in anger. She stared at the woman as if she was trying to kill Thorne again with her blue eyes now full of violence.

Henry pretended to stand up as Evie hold his arms. "Evie... I gotta go. Sorry." He said and unleashed his rope launcher to disappear on the rooftop.

Evie gave both her brother and the redhead a side-glance before running away, heading to nowhere in particular. Lucy couldn't leave her alone as she chased from behind when Jacob rolled his eyes and followed.

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Such a memory.

But the one she got yesterday was better to be cursed than what she had just thought of. She didn't want to believe but she had to get use to the fact from now on: Henry Green was a Templar, siding with the Grand Master of British Rite and he was going to search for the Shroud, either. And guess what? The special person she used to plan an assassination plan was helping her and Jacob, somehow, without getting tired of both her suspicion and her brother's doing. The female Frye felt like Lucy was slowly replacing Mr. Green in their life, not including the truth that Evie was the one who used to spend days and nights in the former Templar's arms, falling asleep together after reading books, discussing topics with one another, walking alongside the streets of London talking about poems, buying foods and drinks for beggars and children by their own little coins, and even --

She released a heavy breath and closed her eyes. It was not so long until she heard a sound from behind and turned. That was Miss Thorne, who finally caught her there after a long way of pursuing the girl since Evie had been drawing a distance between them.

Lucy realized that Evie must have cried. They looked at each other for a moment and none of them said anything.

It was Evie who decided to break the silence, "How could you go up here?"

Lucy crossed her arms and leaned on the surface next to her, "You're not the only one who can climb."

Evie dragged a half smile and looked away, "I'm not in the mood, Miss Thorne. Leave me."

Her voice where the pain and disappointment was hidden. She had worked in the shadow because she believed it would serve the light but never she had thought one day definitely she had met the man she once loved cowered beside Starrick, or called her brother a foolish cow, or called Lucy a whore burned in the pussy because Lucy loved her honestly.

"I know... I'm not here to talk lesson." Lucy paced to her side and looked at the direction Evie was gazing, "I'm here to get you home." She softly said and looked at Evie, who was not making an eye-contact, "It's been a day since you've gone. To what I know about your personality you haven't eaten yet..."

The young girl frowned and glared at Thorne, "No need for such thing. I can take care of myself."

She finished her sentence and about to perform a leap of faith. Miss Thorne, already predicted that, grabbed Evie's arm firmly and slammed her against the wall behind, looking at her with those dark brown eyes both begging and warning. The young assassin was cornered and trapped, yet she couldn't free herself by pushing the older woman backward since it could make Lucy suffer from a deadly falling. They stood looking at each other's eyes until Evie felt Lucy's fingers was swipping her tears and rubbing her cheeks. They started to kiss and the feeling of craving to be one again to wake up.

It was a little cold near the top of Big Ben as they can see once the Frye was naked and they threw themselves into caressing each other. Gliding her fingertips slowly across Evie's body was one of the parts Lucy enjoyed as she could see the girl beneath gasping and trempling. Evie pulled the woman closer to start another long and deep kiss while enjoying the pleasure Miss Thorne was excitedly giving her. The girl couldn't hold herself from making a loud moan when Lucy dipped her long and naughty tongue into her core. Licking, whirling, sucking and even toying her with it.

"Oh Go..d... Lucy-- How could you--" her word failed as she couldn't continue to say anything but just laid there, enjoying what was coming and of course it was close.

She shook in the climax. The last things she saw before closing her eyes for a short rest were Miss Thorne who gave her a kiss on the forehead and began to put her cloths in place.

A few minutes later, Evie opened her eyes and saw her head cushioned on the older woman's thigh. Lucy smiled at her. A soft and beautiful smile Evie wished she would never stop seeing it for the rest of her life. She sat up next to the redhead, weaving their hands together.

"It's late. We should come back to the train." Lucy whispered, "Jacob must be waiting long enough."

Evie leaned on Thorne's shoulder, "I will never forget this place."

"Me too."

---

*At night*

Jacob prepared for his duty with the Rooks. He checked everything carefully and put the top hat on his head. He looked at himself in the mirror and smile with confidence. Seathing his kurki in its place, he knew there was only one thing more to do before getting to his job - saying "Goodnight" to his sister. Although he could be a naive boy or an arrogant, the man always cared for everyone particularly who stayed with him in the battles and never left them behind. So was this time, he cared for his sister. After what had happened he was certain that Evie deserved better.

He walked to his sister's wagon but looked back at his to check everything one more time, "Evie, I'm out for work, you should stay with--" as his eyes went back to his sister's wagon entrance, he noticed a small board hanged from the other side of the door.

Do not disturb

"--Miss Thorne." He now finished and rolled his eyes, "Arh! Perfect."

He walked outside the hideout and swivelled his neck, "Hope they will finish before I come back."

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