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herbeloved82 · 11 months ago

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Art and Confessions in the Shadow of a Fireplace

Day 2 Prompt, even if late

In a windowless room the only source of light came from the lighted fireplace where aromatic woods burned for hours now, filling the air with their scent. Outside winter was awake and covering the lands with snow and ice. Its reign had begun and no one, not even the blood drinkers could ignore its power.

However, inside, the fireplace casted its orange and red light on the most beautiful piece of art that nature ever created. On the carpet a young man on his knees, his body trapped in ropes the same color of blood and passion.

The ropes began from the middle of his chest to create the first diamond shape. His white skin an evident contrast against their deep color. Between them his nipples were already hard and red, begging for attention that no one gave.

Then the red lines of rope spread like ink all over his body. His arms are tied behind his back and the long lines run along his spine to wrap itself around his swan-like neck. His head is thrown back, so that long auburn curls fall on a cascade around him, like a halo. He’s a fallen angel made only for pleasure and to tempt humanity.

His exposed throat carries fast healing marks left behind by hungry lips and sharp fangs. His half closed eyes, unfocused and veiled, are filled with lust and yet his red mouth doesn’t beg for more. He knows better than that. He knows that as long as he behaves he will have everything he craves and more.

His breath, just barely labored, echoes like thunder in the stillness of the room, a testament of how worked up he is, but it is his hard cock, proudly standing between his parted legs, that is the center and fulcrum of all the attention behind the intricate work of ropes and skin.

Like the rest of him his balls are caged by the firm constriction of the ropes, but the soft material didn’t touch his cock. “You look so beautiful like this.” A silky voice whispered and the young man moaned as a soft blush crept over his cheeks.

Such a beautiful and unexpected reaction to the simplest truth.

“Stay still for me, Armand.” The same voice said again and this time Armand exhaled the air trapped in his lungs in a vain attempt to control himself.

“Master.” He said between clenched teeth, fighting the need to add more, to beg. Not now, he thought. It is too soon.

“You can stay still a little longer, my love. Can’t you?”

The man waited for a small nod of the beloved head before he went back to impress such beauty on a canvas. Even Aphrodite herself would be jealous of Armand, and he knew that. “I - I can, Master.” Armand spat the words out of his mouth like they burned. It was hard, so hard to keep focus on his position and stillness, even after centuries spent training himself to never show emotions, but when Marius was around, Armand would always lose control. He would lose himself. That was what scared him so much when they met again, to lose himself in Marius again, to lose what he had built to keep himself safe.

Now Armand had learned that he could be his true self with Marius, he could allow himself to show vulnerability, to fall even, and Marius would be there to catch him, to shield him from everything and everyone so that he could simply be.

“I know you can, my love. You are so good for me.”

So good. Armand had never been good for anyone. He had been a tool, a weapon used to terrify Paris. A ruler over his coven. He had been useful sometimes. With Louis, to offer him shelter when he couldn’t be with the one he really loved. He had offered a way to rest, and Louis had grabbed it, but back he only offered a part of himself when Armand craved everything. He had been a soldier in the war against Akasha and even a Master to Daniel, but good, that he never was, not for anyone.

Only Marius could undo him with just a word, for good really sounded like Marius was telling him he was enough. Enough to stay, enough to be loved like he craved. Armand whimpered, a loud and acute sound, and tears of blood stained the corners of his eyes with their presence.

“Armand?” Marius called. “Is everything okay?” It was just a simple question, and yet Armand felt his voice shake with shame and rage when he answered, knowing he couldn’t lie to Marius, not in this scenario.

“Amadeo.” He whispered. Only to say it aloud just a second later.

Marius dropped the brush and in a moment he was near Armand, on his knees so that he could look him in the eyes. Never before he heard Armand’s safeword during a scene.

His hands loomed over the ropes, ready to slash them to free Armand, but the moment his cold skin brushed against the central knots, Armand panicked even more and tried to scoot away from Marius.

“Armand?” He asked again, his voice soothing even if full of worries.

When Armand looked at him again he saw confusion in his bright eyes and bit down at the supple flesh of his lip. Usually during scenes he wasn’t supposed to talk if not to answer Marius’ direct questions, however he didn’t know if he could use so little words now.

“Can I talk, Master? Can we talk?”

The worry inside Marius morphed into something else and he hardened his expression while nodding his head yes. It was clear Armand needed his Master now, he needed everything that Marius was to him.

Armand looked at him, his eyes searching Marius’ very soul for something, anything that would tell him his lover was upset, but when he only read acceptance in his eyes, he dared to ask for one more thing.

“I - I would like to keep the harness. I need this to be,” but then words died on his lips. He was still learning to ask for what he needed.

“Do you need this to still be a scene, my love?” Marius wasn’t sure about this. Armand had, after all, called for his safeword and it was his duty to end the scene, however he sensed there was something more going on, and he needed to know what it was. In a leap of faith Marius decided to have faith in their relationship and in Armand knowing what he needed, so when Armand said yes, Marius agreed with a quick and yet deep nod of his head.

Then Marius got up, re-establishing his dominating role with that simple gesture. He waited for Armand to find his balance again and glanced at the stains on his perfect skin. Armand looked able to calm down in the offered silence, but even when he stopped shuffling, he didn’t raise his eyes from the ground.

Slowly Marius saw the tension slide away from his body as Armand sunk deeper in the right mindset.

“Tell me what happened.” While the words were simple and they could have been spoken in any other contest, they had a deeper meaning and a demanding nature to them that would have been absent if Armand wasn’t still on his knees.

Armand took a deep breath, even if he didn’t need it, and answered the question with all the honesty he could muster. The time of lies and misunderstanding between them was over and now only the truth had the right to stay.

“I was never good for others. I was never enough for them to stay.” Armand admitted and there was a longing in his voice, so deep that Marius saw all over again the boy he had saved from the brothels and couldn’t remember what love was.

“You taught me that. I thought I had learned my lesson when you didn’t come back for me.”

The scent of blood filled Marius’ nostrils as his heart broke under the excruciating pain of the truth Armand was claiming. He didn’t need to see the red trails on Armand’s face to know he was crying.

“But then I learned that you never stopped to watch over me even when I didn’t know, and I have told myself I hated you for that. It was easier to hate you when the only one I really hated was myself, for betraying your teaching, for accepting what Santino turned me into.”

Marius felt the acidic taste of regrets burning his throat and mouth, like fire it exploded inside him and brought him close to tears but this wasn’t about him. This was about Armand and it was his duty to make him the whole focus of Marius’ attention. His own needs had to wait, above all when he knew he deserved this pain for his actions had been monstrous no matter why he did what he did.

“I was left behind so many times. Every time I loved, I had lost the person I needed, and I couldn’t come back to you, for you are the only one who can destroy me. Your rejection would be enough to end my life. When you realize I’m not who you want and you will walk away, you will take my life with you.”

Blood flooded in Marius’ mouth when he bit his tongue. What good were words when it was actions that Armand needed to believe Marius would stay? And yet he wanted to throw himself at Armand’s feet, at his mercy, and tell him time and time again that he would never leave again. How could he when he himself barely survived to be separated from the one he so deeply loved?

Armand was breathing hard through tears, trying in vain to calm himself and suppress the too many emotions he had bottled inside his soul for so long, but there wasn’t turning back now, the dem broke and his words were like a flooding river. They would purge his soul of all the pain he could never vent and finally leave him free from the burden he carried alone way too long, but in the meantime his whole body shook and Marius didn’t want anything more than to go to him and take him into his arms, where he belonged.

“Earlier - earlier you said I was good for you, and for a moment you made me believe that I will be enough for you, that you will stay.”

Armand’s last words echoed in the silent room and everything stilled. The pain was so deep it cut through Marius’ heart like not even claws could. It was a miasma that, like amber, trapped them in a timeless bubble of misery.

“I will stay.” Marius said in the end, breaking the spell that subdued them. “I will always stay and I won’t ask you to believe me now, Armand, but I will show you, this, us, is forever for me.”

For Marius had tried once already to live without him, and he wasn’t proud to admit that he failed miserably. Now he knew what his priority was, what it was always supposed to be, and he would live until his last moment honoring the second chance they were given against all odds.

“You won’t.” Armand said, his voice just a whisper that Marius only caught because of his supernatural senses.

“The moment you realize I’m not who you love, the moment you will understand what I did, you will leave me behind and I will be no more.”

“What is the unforgivable sin you think you committed, what’s so monstrous in your eyes that you think I couldn’t forgive?”

Marius needed to know what was terrifying Armand. He for sure knew that Marius was well aware of his action in the centuries they were separated, and he couldn’t think about a single thing that Armand did he didn’t already forget, for forgiveness wasn’t his to give.

“I killed him. I killed the one you loved.” Armand said with resignation, like a man who knew once the truth was out, nothing would change his destiny of loneliness and annihilation.

“Who? Who do you think I loved more than I love you?” Marius was confused. Of those he had loved no one had been dearer to his heart than Armand. Not even Pandora who he had loved tenderly for millennia, the last remaining piece of a past long gone that they had lived together.

“Amadeo.” He spat with rage. “I killed your beloved Amadeo and in his stead only I remain.” Armand admitted at the end and then, like a puppet whose strings were cut, he fell on the ground and curled on himself. He wished the ground would open under him and swallow him whole. He couldn’t stay and see the disgust on Marius’ face, so he didn’t dare to look.

Marius lowered himself to the ground once again, his red robe pooled around him like a lake of blood. Gently he lifted Armand from the ground and put him on his lap, then, with the ultimate care, he used his fingers to wipe away the tears from his eyes.

“You are the most precious of all creatures to me, dear one.” He began, hands stroking every inch of his skin he could reach, giving Armand the comfort he so desperately needed, while taking comfort in the touch just as much himself.

“There will never be another for me, but you.” He admitted aloud. He had lived longer than many and loved deeply, but now he knew his heart would always rest with the one in his arms, his one and only for as long as he lived.

Only now, when they finally found their way back to each other, Marius fully understood Seth and Fareed. Luckier than many, they knew since the beginning they could never be separated, for one was nothing without the other.

“There is nothing to forgive, my love. You live in fear of something that doesn’t exist.”

Armand moved in his arms, curling up again, making himself smaller and trying to hide his face in Marius’ stomach, deep into the softness of his robe.

“How can you say this?” He muffled against the velvet, the cloth padded down his words.

“Do you know how I always refer to you in private, when no one else is around and I think about you?”

Armand shook his head. No, he didn’t know. He never dared to hope that Marius would think about him after they met again. He couldn’t handle the rejection or the hope.

“I call you my Amadeo. You were always my Amadeo and always will be.”

Armand stilled in his arms, ready to bolt.

“Not because I discharge what you endured. I don’t belittle your pain and what you have to do to survive. I will never forgive myself for the pain you went through alone and I would never dare to deny it.” He explained. His voice was full of thousands of emotions and Marius didn’t even try to tone them down.

“Then why?” Armand asked, unsure he really wanted to hear the truth.

“Because for me you will always be the one I fall in love with. It doesn’t matter how much you changed, my love for you never diminished, if possible it grew stronger and deeper with the passing time.”

“How can you say this?”

Armand needed to know. He needed to dig and expose the truth to it bare bones, only then he would be able to trust that Marius wasn’t tricking him.

“Because it is the truth. You are him and he’s you. You are one of the many forms my Amadeo took. You are the soldier who fought to survive, you are the painter who craves to learn, the man who needs to know and consume everything around him. You are my fledgling and Daniel’s Master. You are a friend and an advisor. You are all of this and more as Amadeo was and is, but above all, you are the man I love unconditionally.”

This time, when Armand moved, Marius wasn’t ready for his actions, for he could never predict what his lover would do. They tumbled on the floor as Armand didn’t have his agility with his arms secured behind his back and yet he managed to push Marius so hard he was now lying on the floor, Armand awkwardly straddling him.

“Prove it. Prove it to me.” He demanded and Marius couldn’t deny him anything, not after the words spoken between them.

Marius turned his neck, offering him the delicate skin, beneath which his veins pulsed with blood, and when Armand bit him his whole body felt on fire and at peace at the same time. Marius didn’t hide his moans. He didn’t hide anything from Armand.

At every sip memories unlocked for Armand, thoughts that were secrets to anyone else. Armand discovered through the blood how Marius saw him, what he thought when he was the only focus of his mind. He felt emotions that his Master never shared with anyone else, protecting Armand and the memories of their time together like they were Marius’ most precious possession.

Everything was given to him and Armand became drunk on Marius’ blood, on the feeling of the love his lover really held for him, for blood could never lie.

“Master.” He mumbled against Marius’ neck, the blood dripping from his sharp fangs. “Master, I need you.” It could have been the sluggish nonsense of someone inebriated out of their minds, but Marius knew better.

This was bloodlust and need, all wrapped in his Armand’s beautiful package. It didn’t take long for Marius to tip them over, so that Armand was the one lying on the carpet, his beautiful body exposed to Marius’ hungry eyes.

Marius towered over him for a few moments, just the time to keep devouring Armand with his eyes, stunning in his harness, and to get rid of his robe before he covered Armand with his larger frame, hiding him from sight in case any jealous God was watching.

The kiss that descended on Armand’s mouth was desperate, full of a hunger that Marius could barely contain now. Marius’ lips were demanding and allowed Armand no other choice but surrender. His mouth still tasted like Marius’ blood and he savored himself in his lover, adding more blood as sharp fangs pierced delicate skin.

When his need to devour his lover was barely satiated, Marius helped Armand on his side, his long fingers probing against his opening, at first just brushing over his the delicate skin as his mouth kept pampering Armand’s body and shoulders with gentle kisses all over his flawless flesh.

Slowly Marius prepared him, making sure not to cause pain with his claws. He marveled all over again as Armand’s body relaxed under him.

“Please. Please stop torturing me.” Armand begged and Marius smiled against his neck.

“Am I, my love?” Even his voice sounded deeper, stained with passion.

“You are so cruel, the cruelest.”

Then Armand couldn’t keep going for his words morphed into a scream of pure pleasure as Marius slid inside him, his body accommodating around his girth. Marius didn’t stop until every inch of him was inside Armand, and yet Armand needed more.

Until dawn they made love, in the privacy of their room. Not even the call of the sun was strong enough to keep them from each other, so deep their need was.

Only the heaviness of their limbs told them that soon they would be dead to the world, trapped in the sleep that plagued their kind, and once again Armand surprised Marius.

“Stay. Stay inside me.”

Marius wrapped himself around Armand’s body, offering him shelter in his arms, and as one they slept.

Only the unfinished portrait would watch over their sleep, a silent witness to their renewed bond. As the fire died in the fireplace and darkness engulfed them, they slept aware that the other would stay, now and forever.

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queerquaintrelle · 11 months ago

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A very vampirey de Romanus coven holiday 1: Saturnalia...

@deromanuscoven

Prefacing this by saying anything I say is not a moral statement on anyone else, merely an observation I have come to on my own. Shout out to @monstersinthecosmos, @shittyravencarcosa, @somevagrantchild & @covenofthearticulate who are all lovely. In any case, to the point, I think it is fascinating the way Lestat and Marius act as both foils and mirrors of each other. Both blonde and allegorically a.ssaulted into vampirism and repeating their respective cycles of violence, vs, Lestat is an anti-hero, doomed to fail and get back up like a Shakespearian comic hero for eternity, as opposed to Marius, who is a scholar, always endeavouring to do better, but failing simply by being a vampire/product of a time predating the 18th century. It is fascinating, and whilst I am personally not the biggest Marius fan ever, there's so much that can be said about Rice's universe and character building, and to Rice's credit, she excelled at it.

How the Romans observed Saturnalia: Getty Villa.

My Saturnalia playlist.

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fenicenera83 · 11 months ago

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Saturnalia Event Day 3

Prompt:String Lights -> HumanAU/Marius/Daniel

HumanAU set in the present day, where Marius is a very famous and beloved painter, but shy and reserved, and Daniel an enterprising and outgoing reporter. Daniel comes into contact with Marius' works, thanks to his work, something inside him changes forever. Those paintings seem to speak directly to his soul, they seem to tell his story, and somehow they help Daniel determinedly follow a path of personal healing. Daniel's determination and stubbornness, determined to want to thank the creator of those paintings in person, lead him to insist on meeting the introverted painter at any cost. Marius driven by exasperation, finally accepts the reporter's invitation for a meeting, little could he know that he would meet that day, under the string lights of a night near Christmas, the love of his life. After that night Marius and Daniel were never again separated in love and happiness. Every year, on the same day they had first met, they return to that small restaurant under the string lights to celebrate their immense love.

#Saturnalia event #de romanus coven event #Marius de romanus #daniel molloy #Marius/Daniel #fanart #VC #my art #digital art #HumanAU #Headcanon

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bitter-limelight · 11 months ago

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“I had this same one when I was little!” Crowed Daniel with excited delight as he picked up one of the tin horses lined up on top of a glass cabinet, alongside soldiers, carts, and canons. He smiled as he felt the little toy in his hand, remembering the shelf he kept his on, in front of a collage of western pictures he had cut out of magazines.

Marius beside him laughed gently, picking up a tiny soldier. “Very nice,” he appraised, setting it back down in exactly the same spot he had plucked it from. “Did you have this many?”

“Almost! My grandfather bought them for me when I was 6, the Christmas after they found me playing dress up in Mom's house coat, the one with the feathers? I guess they thought it would straighten me out if I had more soldiers and cowboys to play with. Obviously not very effective.”

Daniel looked around this space, in awe of how deep this store ran. Marius had taken him, an evening trip during one of their visits to New York. They had stayed the night before in a little cabin far away from the urban height of the city the night before, and were making an adventure of exploring this town now. As a mortal Daniel hadn't cared much for winter, but now as a vampire he loved it. It was dark by 5 pm, so they were awake in time to see movies, hunt among the crowds, pop into the smaller shops usually long closed by sundown in the summertime.

This one was an antique store, Marius said, but Daniel had marveled first at its size and layout. A three story split level style house has been converted into this space, further divided out into cubbies, corners and little books. Every inch of existing space was used to show wares, and even some space that didn't quite exist, with folding screens and paper barriers being used to create false walls. Here could be a corner showing dinnerware in stacks on buffet tops and carts, then right beside it racks of dresses and doilies. Just walking around was an adventure, and Daniel liked the music playing softly overhead, singing along quietly to a tinny version of Miracle out of Nowhere.

It was 1998, and Daniel was doing very, very good. That's what Marius said at least, on the regular, and it's what Daniel believed. He knew that sometimes he got lost, either for real or just in his own head, but not anymore. He was painting with Marius some nights in their home in Norway, beautiful if messy pieces with rich, touchable textures, all taught by Marius' hand. Sometimes too much by his hand, as Daniel would mutter about his critiques and go paint on something he shouldn't instead. But not here; he would behave here in a shop, and behave very well.

Hand in hand he and Marius walked, Daniel pulling him around a corner to see a Christmas display in a center booth, the highlight of which was a tree. A large, artificial tree bedecked in a mess of silver strand tinsel off each branch.

“Oh man, I remember that stuff. Mom hates it!” Said Daniel as he ran his fingertips over the thin strips, the sparkle of it attractive to him even if it was cheap. “We would fight over who got to put it on every year, and it kept falling all month. Mom said it was gonna ruin her sweeper but she bought more every year!” At his side, Marius listened, and Daniel liked that he listened. Curious after a moment though as he looked at the tree Daniel asked, “is it Christmas?”

“It's December 12th, 1998,” he answered, sounding very matter of fact as though he always had this information on the forefront of his mind, ready to speak. “So very near Christmas yes.”

Daniel thought on this, and frowned. “But we just hunted for shells on the beach,” he protested. “And lit a fire? At low tide?”

Marius' face was ever calm as he told Daniel, “that was in June, my love. Six months ago.”

Daniel didn't like this answer because eir made no sense. He wanted to call Marius a liar but that made even less sense; Marius was kind, and very honest with him. He's never caught him in a lie, and Daniel was quite good about detective deception. So he just sighed, and shrugged, and wandered. Past the Christmas displays he went, down the cluttered makeshift aisles, the floorboards old and freaking underneath his Converse sneakers. Parasols hung from the ceiling along with red lanterns, a folding table held a turn of the century Singer. Then a large cabinet caught his eye, a huge, handsome thing, made of oak, tall as he was. Each door was carved in thick, beautiful designs, inlaid with scrolling geometric metal.

“1922!” He whistled, looking over his shoulder to Marius. “Art nevouz! Isn't it beautiful?”

“It is,” his companion agreed, admiring the piece himself. “Excellent condition. This could be lovely in your room for holding your paints and extra parts, Daniel.”

Daniel was taken with the idea, having such a pretty antique for his things, the sort of thing he might have seen in his grandmother's house, but then Marius opened the doors to check the hinges, and Daniel found himself confused. Inside more items were kept, specifically a set of dishes, beige ones, rimmed in green, with orange, green and brown flowers set into the center.

“Oh…we had these,” he said with hesitation, picking up a small plate. “Only…” only these one's were worn in some spots, the glaze chipping away. Only these had some rougher edges, a hairline crack in one. But he remembered them new when his mother bought them, when he was in high school, and eating inunerable family dinners on them, awkward and stilted conversation. Hardly anything to have good memories about but it made him feel strange all the same.

“...why are these here?” He asked Marius, holding the plate up and looking to him with trust.

Marius let out a slow breath and took the plate, looking it over as though it would help him parse out an answer. “Because Daniel, they're over 30 years old now. That's vintage, more or less. Same with the vinyl records in boxes and the phonographs, same with the pillbox hats and pearls. People like things that are…I think the term they're using now is retro?”

“But this isn't retro!” Daniel protested. “This is just…this is just our stuff. We used this-”

“In the sixties, yes. And it's 1998 now, Daniel.” He handed the plate back to his young one, and Daniel knew he was meant to put it away, but he just held to it, then looked around, seeing all the items that Marius has mentioned. Record players and 8 tracks tapes alongside the housecoats his great aunt would wear, photographs in sepia and black and white, posters from Woodstock.

“...when did this happen?” Asked Daniel, and Marius wrapped his arm around his shoulders, finally easing the plate from his clutch.

“Sometime between now and then. Somewhere along the way they stopped speaking Latin, and then stopped knowing Rome as a place and knew it only as archeology. It happens slowly, slowly, and then all at once.” He kissed Daniels temple, and Daniel found himself leaning in to him, feeling wholly unsteady now. “But you, Daniel, you will never wear or fade or crack. You'll be vibrant and alive forever, now, with our blood. Do you understand?”

Daniel nodded, though he only understood a little. “If it's Christmas then I have presents to buy,” he said into Marius' shoulder, and he was glad Marius didn't press him to name who he could possibly need to buy for. He just let Daniel set the tone of their day, and followed his lead.

#de Romanus coven event #Saturnalia #solstice #Daniel Molloy #Marius de Romanus #the vampire chronicles

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deromanuscoven · 11 months ago

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⛄Welcome to Saturnalia's de Romanus Coven event!

✩ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 𝟷𝟼 ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 𝟸𝟸 ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ sᴏʟsᴛɪᴄᴇ.

✩ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇxᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ɢɪғᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪғᴛ ᴏғ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅsʜɪᴘ ɪs

✩We will give three prompts for each day of the week. All kinds of work are accepted, fanart, fanfiction, aesthetics, poetry, moddboard, etc…

✩The only rule is respect and love for Anne Rice's characters.

✩You can decide to address one prompt or more than one.

✩Works posted late or not on the day of the proposed prompt will also be accepted.

✩Please tag your entries with " Saturnalia Event" so we can find them. ✩Anyone who notices that, we have not found your work, please contact us here in the coven, so, we can add it. Tumblr unfortunately does not always allow us to find all works by tags.

✩Thank you very much for your cooperation!

🎇Thank you from the bottom of our heart to all who will participate, for the patience and care you will put into your work!!🎇

🎀A Special thanks to @immortalsarcasm,@the-apostates-martyr

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for writing the beautiful prompts for the event!

✩Below you will find the list of all prompts. The banners are available to anyone who wants to use them to accompany their work.

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the-vc-group-chat · 11 months ago

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A gift for @the-apostates-martyr that's really nothing more complicated than Daniel and Marius just understanding one another. Part of the Saturnalia @deromanuscoven event.

#the first snow #vampire chronicles #daniel molloy #marius de romanus #armand #micro fanfiction #chronic vampires #de romanus coven events #saturnalia event #marius/daniel

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questioningyourbehavior · 7 months ago

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shout out to whoever this is. this fandom needs to be rid of this toxic bigotry fandom policing.

You're welcome. I agree whole heartedly. This fandom is ripe with fence sitters who allow toxic people to go unchecked because they're afraid of upsetting their friends. I'm not afraid to do that. If I see toxic behavior, I'll call it out as many times as need be. I'll repost this as many times as needed.

Flushing out toxic members of this community who display anti behavior, bigoted behavior and toxic lateral violence is key to making this place better. Bullies who have no fear that their actions have consequences will continue to be a bullies if left unchecked. Bullies only respond to humiliation, so here it is.

Let that be known to all members of this fandom. If you want to be cruel to other people and bully them for no reason other than you're a bully who hates women, I'll let everyone know. They can have the spotlight since they want attention so badly.

#This is about the-apostates-martyr #de romanus coven events #iwtv #indie iwtv #the vampire chronicles #tvc #daniel molloy #de romanus coven spring event #saturnalia #daniel/marius

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local-queer-classicist · 11 months ago

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Now that the semester has ended, I’ll be going over the completely detail-less itinerary of a wedding that’s in two days 5 hours from my house in an attempt to plan every step so I don’t get overwhelmed because of the autism thing while also trying to figure out if there’s enough buffer time on the ends of the event that I can get away with safely binding the whole time without needing to take up half my bag to bring a backup bra to the venue because of the trans thing. Pray for me, people in my phone.

#at least I can wear the Athenian Owl tie I got at Getty Villa #it will clash with my hair but I only have two ties and both of them clash so it’ll be fine #if only I had considered the color of my two ties when I dyed my hair but alas #fingers crossed my suit still fits I guess. just remembered I forgot to try that on #also time to play the game How Many Autism Things Can LQC Fit In Their Purse For This Event #and the bonus minigame Will They Remember Their Earplugs Or Will They Suffer #weddings are so stressful #local queer classicist posts #neurodivergent things #disability stuff #actually autistic #queer stuff #I also at some point need to make a lvl 20 dnd character for a 1 shot a friend is running this weekend where we’re going to kill god #and plan to celebrate saturnalia next week because godsdamnit we feast this year

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herbeloved82 · 11 months ago

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New Memories of a Past Time

“You look - pensive.” Armand said from the door, looking at Marius unsure if his presence would be welcomed in his study. It was the first time since they went back to each other that Armand felt this way and it was unsettling. It felt wrong to feel unsure in Marius’ presence however he didn’t know how to erase this strange distance that had crept between them in the last several days.

Marius was looking outside, his work forgotten on the desk. Armand looked at the abandoned brushes and pencils, all neatly aligned in their cases and containers, untouched. Even the fountain pen Marius preferred to write down new laws for their kind looked forgotten on the desk, side by side with empty pages of expensive paper.

Only when Armand spoke Marius turned and there was an heaviness in his movements, an unnatural stillness that worried Armand even more. Was he hurt? Did something happen when he was still asleep? Armand knew it was possible, sure, Marius woke up earlier than him, but no one could be foolish enough to attack the Prime Minister in his own home, so close to the beginning of the night.

With blazing eyes Armand drank every inch of his lover, looking for hidden clues that could tell him what was going on in his mind. Never like now did he hate the silence between their minds, that emptiness that filled his mind like the absence of touch.

It was like something shifted inside Marius, one look at his love, his Armand - and how deeply had he despaired he could never call Armand that - and he was moving without thinking. Marius couldn’t stand to feel the uneasiness coming from Armand and today he knew it was because of him.

“I’m sorry, dear one.” He said when he was in front of him, his chest almost touching Armand’s, any space between them erased by his need to be close to Armand. “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Words were powerful weapons between them. Too many would weigh upon Armand, igniting his defense mechanisms when they would overwhelm his mind and soul. Armand was used to silence and quiet. Dealing with feelings was still hard for him, for so long he forbade himself to feel, to open up to others and yet, too much of any emotion or hope and Armand would shut down, making him doubt himself and Marius’ love all over again. A seemingly unreachable balance was required, yet it demanded constant work to be better, to communicate more in their own special language made of gazes and touches, but also of offered peace and understanding. It was a commitment both of them took seriously, but sometimes there were unseen bumps on their path, and it looked like Marius reached one without even realizing it.

“You went silent.” Armand said. It wasn’t an accusation, just a statement, the proof of how unsure he was of the whole situation.

He didn’t want to attack Marius, but at the same time he was building his walls up, to protect himself in case they had to talk about things that could potentially hurt him. Both of them knew, God, the whole castle knew that there was only one thing that could not only hurt Armand, but destroy him completely and that was losing Marius once again.

It was his secret fear and what he constantly anticipated. The sword of Damocles over his head, for he refused to use any modern nonsense about dropping shoes.

This chaotic thinking was a testament to how worried he was. Thoughts swirling in his mind like a maelstrom, emotions he didn’t want to deal with ready to ambush him as soon as vulnerability was shoved.

“I did, and I apologize.” Marius admitted tentatively.

His arms wrapped Armand in a hug, and he looked, fascinated like the first time, as Armand put his ear over his heart and allowed the slow beat to calm him down.

“I didn’t realize I was slipping until you called it to my attention.” He kept going, giving Armand an explanation that he didn’t demand. Sometimes it was just easier for him to retreat in his own mind, but he had to remember now that he wasn’t alone anymore. He wasn’t allowed to run without at least explaining why.

“Did something happen?”

No, not really. Or maybe it did, Marius wasn’t sure of why he felt the melancholy sneaking upon him all so sudden. It was like all of a sudden everything was too heavy. People demanded too much from him, his work wasn’t good enough, even painting became a labor more than a beloved task.

Then he looked outside once again and he looked at the first snow coming down to the sky and everything was clear in his mind and the answer was so painfully easy he was ashamed he didn’t realize this sooner.

“It’s the time of the year.” He answered with a voice heavy with self mockery. For someone who always prided himself on his own mind, he could be exceptionally unobservant on occasions like this one.

“I remember the last Saturnalia I spent with my family before my father’s passing.”

It wasn’t a particularly depressing memory, instead it was one that he dearly cherished even now, after so long, one of the few he managed to save in his mind of the time when he had been alive and still in Rome, surrounded by a family he loved and who had loved him.

And as much as he loved to remember that time, it hurt him in equal measure to think about brothers whose names have been erased by history and time, and it always left a bittersweet aftertaste in his mouth to think about them.

Armand took a deep breath he didn’t need and detangled himself from Marius’ arms, immediately regretting the loss of comfort and peace. He led them to the couch in front of the fireplace, one little quirk he demanded Marius to accommodate, and took his favorite spot on Marius’ lap as soon as his lover was comfortable.

“Tell me. Tell me everything about that.”

They never spoke of this particular festivity before, they never had time to explore each other’s culture and traditions, and now they refused to lose more between them. They couldn’t stand the thought of not knowing everything the other had loved and cherished before and during their time apart.

Armand wanted to devour everything that Marius was and had to give and Marius offered his whole self to the consumption.

Laughs. So many laughs and cheers. They created a cacophony of happiness and serenity. The election happened a few moments ago. Fortuna, the blind goddess chose the new simulacrum of Saturn and everyone rejoiced. For another year Rome would be blessed with peace and wealth.

Marius remembered a time when his father would pick him up and put him over his shoulders so that he would be able to see what was happening, peeking from above other people’s heads from his vantage point.

Now Marius was a man, old enough to earn his place in the military, and his father was old and fragile, but still the mirth in his eyes was the same, and the happiness in his smile wasn’t touched by the fatigue that has plagued his body lately.

Looking at him now, of the strong and powerful Senator only a distant echo remained, and yet he was there, with his family, to enjoy the beginning of the new season.

“Lucius and Livia will be happy, their slave has been chosen as the new God.” One of his brothers said and Marius nodded, distracted by the happiness around him. Kids were playing as they waited for the sweets to be offered, uninterested in the social meaning of the festivities. Slaves were smiling for the next week they would be allowed to behave like free men. That was what Marius loved about this season, how the world was upside down and it still kept moving forward, a reminder that they were unimportant and their staying on this Earth only temporary.

“So, the slaves would become Masters for a week?” Armand’s voice cut into his story and Marius wasn’t surprised. His beloved always bit at life like it could be snatched from under his nose. Always thinking, always moving forward even when his body was as still as a statue.

“That was the point. To celebrate the Old God, who in many traditions was a slave himself, and give those like him the power they never had before.”

Marius explained as best as he could while being distracted by Armand, moving sinuous until he finally straddled Marius’ lap. Tempting like the call of a siren and finally all his.

“So, you would have to concede your power?” He asked, his voice just a whisper, full of lust and mischievousness.

“If a slave of my house was chosen.” Marius confirmed. He tries, valiantly, to keep a composure, but Armand was the one temptation he could never resist. His strong hands grabbed his lover’s slim waist, taking their bodies even closer. Such a lovely torture his Armand was offering.

“And you should have done what they asked?”

“It was the tradition.” Marius moaned as Armand kissed his neck. Cold lips against colder skin and yet Marius felt on fire.

“Would you concede power now, Master?” Armand made his point even clearer by biting Marius’s neck hard enough to sting but not to pierce the skin covering the alluring veins.

“You’re not my slave and yet, Armand, to you I would always concede.” Marius admitted without fear or regret in his voice. Armand was the only one he would give power over himself. Armand was everything to him and to offer him such control was a testament of how much Marius trusted his love.

“Would you allow me to do anything to you?”

“Anything and everything.”

“Even taking your blood?” Armand asked at the end, knowing how precious Marius’ blood was, and how much his Master disliked sharing it.

After those words left Armand’s mouth, Marius stilled and gently pulled at Armand’s hair. When Armand looked at him, his eyes shone with confidence and a seriousness that indicated he knew how important this moment was. A wrong move and he knew they would end up at the beginning all over again, only this time it would be even harder to proceed forward. “It is yours.” Marius simply said, looking into Armand’s eyes now shining pools of burning fire and passion.

Armand didn’t waste a moment longer before his mouth was back on Marius’ neck, and this time when he bit down, his ancient and powerful blood rushed to his mouth and Armand drank it like it was ambrosia coming from Ganymede's cup.

As the rich flavor coated his mouth and memories were shared between them, Armand was inebriated and lust exploded in his body. This was what he always wanted, this closeness through the blood, the one thing Santino couldn’t poison. The one thing that made him immortal and tied him to Marius for eternity.

The more he drank, the more he wanted and moans erupted from his throat making him a beast more than a man, but he wasn’t ashamed. He didn’t have time to as Marius too moaned at the perfection of this moment between them. This unholy communion that would, once again, make them one.

It took all of his strength for Armand to stop, not to take too much. His lust would be satisfied in other ways tonight. Marius was his, and he was Marius’. They had time, all the time in the world and wouldn’t be so crazy as to waste this new chance that was given to them.

However, as soon as his mouth was free, Armand felt exposed and vulnerable, but also hungry, oh so hungry, for any piece of Marius he could get.

When he kissed his Master, Armand’s mouth was devouring, sucking and claiming every inch of him.

Marius tightened his arms against Armand’s body when the taste of his own blood exploded on his tongue. He kissed Armand with the same fierce passion that was reserved to him, and his sharp fangs slashed into the tender skin of Armand’s lips.

Like this, with their blood between them, drinking and sucking and kissing each other’s like their whole eternity depended on it, Marius thought of the future they could and would have, and of the past that led them to this moment in time.

Somewhere an Old God smiled kindly to one of his children who still walked his Lands and the love of his life safe in his arms. Yes, he decided, this would be a good year.

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#Saturnalia Event #de romanus coven events #marius de romanus #marius/armand #the vampire chronicles #armand

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