#something one of my vampire oc’s coven will be up to i think

[deityofhearts]

i think a particularly fun vampire pastime could be to throw lavish balls where they force their prey to dance and dance and dance without pause until they’re exhausted and then they feed off of them! very cruel AND frivolous

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Blood Bound - Part Two 🥀

Vampire!Jey Uso x Black OC

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Josh let out a sigh as he pulled onto the street of his Condo. “Go ahead and say it, Joe.” 

Joe leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, his face unreadable. After a long pause, he spoke, his tone sharp and accusatory. “Why were you giving her your blood?”

Josh cut the engine and turned his head to look at Joe. “After Priest started poking his head around, I had to tell her the truth. And I-I didn’t want to lose her so I did what I had to do, Uce.” 

“You did what you had to? No, you did what you wanted to do. You didn't even think about the consequences Joshua!” 

“She knew! She knew what would happen!” His hands gripped the steering wheel, the tension in his chest rising. “I wasn’t forcing her into anything. She knew the risks. She -” Josh stopped abruptly, his fangs were suddenly sharp against the inside of his lip. He felt the veins starting to grow under his eyes. “Mora.” He whispered, before Joe could say anything, Josh had blurred out of the car. 

His senses honed in on her, the bond between them growing stronger with every second that passed.

He could feel her. Her pain. Her fear.

She’s fading.

24 hours ago

“Yeah, I’ll be home soon. Love you too.”  Josh hung up the phone, his face softening as he stared at the screen for a moment, as though savoring the words then, he slipped the phone into his pocket, shaking his head with a small smile.

Jon, who had been watching him from the other side of the kitchen, raised an eyebrow. “Being in love is a good look on you, twin.”

Josh snorted, but couldn’t stop his smile from growing.  

“Look at him not denying it.” Jon’s wife Trinity interjected as she came into the kitchen and handed her husband a cup of familiar red liquid. The rich, iron-scented blood swirled in the glass, still warm from whatever source she’d gotten it from. “Don’t go breaking her heart now, We actually like this one.” 

Josh chuckled and nodded his head. He liked Simora a lot too, more than he cared to admit out loud. A lot more. There was something about her—the way she made him feel like he wasn’t just a vampire going through the motions of immortality. She had a way of making everything feel more… real. She made him see there was more to human life. With Simora, every moment felt like it had meaning. She made him remember what it was like to want something.

Jon’s teasing grin faded as he saw the shift in Josh’s expression, the quiet intensity that had come over him. “Damn Uce, You really are all in with her, huh?”

Josh met his twin’s gaze, his smile was soft but firm. “Yeah. I am.” 

“Good, we’ve been around for centuries but we still need someone to keep us grounded.” Jon’s voice was soft as he glanced over at Trinity.  She was from a well-known and respected African American coven with a long history of guarding powerful magic and secrets. Jon knew his time with Trinity was limited.  Despite the magic that sustained her, Jon knew that human lifespans weren’t meant to be stretched across centuries. Eventually, he’d lose her; no amount of power or immortality could change that. “Don’t take her for granted,” Jon whispered only for Josh to hear. 

Before Josh could respond, his phone started to ring. The smile was back on his face as he looked at the caller i.d, Jon sucked his teeth. “Man, get on outta here and go home to your girl.” 

Before Josh could respond, his phone started to ring. The smile was back on his face as he looked at the caller i.d, Jon sucked his teeth. “Man, get on outta here and go home to your girl.” 

Josh chuckled and answered the phone. “I told you I was -” 

“JOSH! HELP!”

Present Day

If Josh’s heart was still pumping, it would be hammering in his chest. He wasn’t able to blur up to his apartment because of the humans still lurking around at this hour. He was running as fast as he could with Joe right on his heels. 

He burst through the front door of his apartment, not caring about how the wood split. “Simora!” He called out, his panic rising when he didn’t get a response. 

“Josh?” It was weak and if he weren’t a vampire, he wouldn’t have heard it. He blurred to the hallway by his bedroom and found her sitting on the floor with her knees pulled up to her chest. She looked weak. 

“Baby…” He called out, crouching down next to her. She picked her head up to look at him. She was crying. Red tears streamed down her face, her fangs were elongated, and the veins under her eyes were pronounced, dark lines threading outwards like cracks in porcelain. She had “vamped out”.  He ran into his room and came back out holding a blood bag.  “You need to drink, it’s gonna stop the pain, but only temporarily. You need to actually drink from the source to complete the transformation.” 

Simora’s eyes flickered to the blood bag, but her gaze was unfocused, distant. Her lips trembled, caught between fear and hunger, her fangs aching for sustenance. He gently tore the bag open and held it out for her, “Please, you have to drink.” 

She nodded and took the bag from him, her fingers were trembling as she brought the blood up to her lips. 

Joe watched from the sidelines, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He had stayed out of their intimate moment, giving Josh and Simora space. He couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to that day. The day he had tried to save her and failed. He had been reckless, thinking he could turn someone he loved into a vampire without considering the consequences. He could tell she was apprehensive when he asked if she wanted to be with him forever. He remembered how her eyes had flickered with hesitation, how she had quietly whispered that she wasn’t sure, but for him, she would try. And then, in an instant, it had gone wrong. When she had awoken, she immediately regretted her decision.

The change had been too much for her, too overwhelming. Joe had tried to help, tried to comfort her as her body fought against the transformation, but the damage was done. She hadn’t been ready, and she didn’t want this life. She had begged him to make it stop, to take it all back, but once the curse was upon her, there was no undoing it.

The girl he had loved—the one who had trusted him—was gone.

Joe closed his eyes for a moment, the memory still raw. He had failed her. And now, watching Josh fight to save Simora, he couldn’t help but wonder if the same thing was happening again. He hoped Simora’s love for Josh would be enough to pull her through

Authors Note: poor Joe 💔. I really love writing this story lol. How are you guys liking it?

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[the-east-art]

IDK if this counts as a Hagstone ask, but what is Hagstone? Could you give me the rundown? Or do you have a post where you explain the basics already?

Yes!!! It definitely counts!!! Let me tell you about my OCs and their story!

Hagstone is a story that I've been working on with @browniefox on and off for about seven years now! We've made at least one or two complete drafts of the first book, and I'm currently going through and rewriting the first book for (hopefully) the last time! and then it will be done! Hagstone is intended to be a duology, so just two books long.

enjoy this seven year old art when I was first developing the characters! The tag is Hagstone, but to find ALL the art I've ever done on it check the tag wtgp - it had the temporary title of 'Way to go Paul' for like... four or five years, referencing a Vine which I can't remember why we did that haha. There aren't any characters named Paul in it.

The story is about Kyle - a recent college dropout - who has to find new housing after an Event at his old place. He moves in with the eclectic Eldan - and over the course of the book gains new housemates (none of who are actually human) and discovers a dark danger lurking under the town.

(are by @browniefox) The story itself focuses on themes of struggling to let go of the past and face the future, dealing with grief, depression, and combatting loneliness.

One of the reasons I wrote this story was that I was really tired of stories that constantly have a 'normal' character who later realizes they're Secretly half witch or a fea or whatever so a big part of the story is the fact that Kyle is a very Human person with no magical abilities and how he interacts with the magical world.

The main characters are Kyle (of course) an anxious, depressed, and self conscious guy with a special interest in bugs and anger issues.

Eldan - the oldest living Fae who always seems to know more than everyone else and has been reportedly 'in a funk' (didn't leave his house) for many decades leading up to the story.

Marion - An acerbic vampire only a century or two old with trust issues and a secret soft side. He has been ostracized by the local vampire covens for reasons not yet known.

Ollie (Oleander) - Hailing from a family of monster hunters, Ollie is a sweet boy who can transform into a giant beast. His family are technically a line of Gargoyles but many centuries ago Eldan blessed them, hence the furriness of the transformation and the lack of being made of stone. However, something has happened recently causing him to go to Eldan on behalf of his family for help.

and Jonah! - Jonah is the ghost that haunts the house with few memories of his time alive whose death is connected to the darkness that lurks under the town.

(if you look you can see that Jonah and Ollie were recently renamed. Ollie was originally Leander but that read and wrote too similarly to the name 'Eldan', so we changed his name to Oleander and have him go by 'Ollie'. But THEN that was too close to the name Odon, so we changed Odons' name to Jonah. I'm much happier with these names and I think they are now distinct enough from one another, but it may be confusing if you're looking at old stuff)

That's the basic so please feel free to ask questions about the story, the characters, or if you want to meet some of the side characters in the story!

[inthiseverymoment]

silhouettes emerging: chapter v

“a Catharsis Always Challenged, Always Shown”

the slow initiation, the thousand reckonings, and the formation of a hope.

iwtv oc x armand, this chapter ~1.4k

oh the tdv coven...oh the concept of People Containing Multitudes...oh theatre cliques...oh bisexuality...oh aesthetics...oh the constant wonder whether beautiful moments are lies...oh the question of what fulfillment truly means...

LETSGOOOOOOOOO

chapter iv fic masterlist chapter vi

Twenty Twenty-Three, New York City, United States of America

“...Have to admit, I did not see that coming.”

“How do you mean?”

“Understandably throwing up after the backstage brutality was revealed to you, then, two minutes later, volunteering to be the one to pick and choose who’s on the other end of that brutality? I’ve gotta say, it’s unlikely. Not that their mocking, performative violence was any more morally correct, but that’s not something any of us can really call ourselves, can we?”

Daniel’s “can we” was delivered as something of a challenge, to which Isabelle pursed her lips, about to answer before he summed it up for her.

“But you were trying.”

“I was really fucking trying.”

“You were trying.”

“I also know that that was a memory which Armand had tainted. In his version, I didn’t see the mangled body at all, didn’t throw up, it just skipped straight to the joyful planning stage. The illusion started to fade when I was turned, but I didn’t give myself the space to fully believe it and unravel it all until I left.”

“So how did things go after the agreement?”

“Quite a few weeks went by during which I was the only human, to my current knowledge, ever employed at the Théâtre des Vampires. Armand kept postponing the task of assigning someone to turn me, which was entirely fine by me. I did become the Bride of Death each night, black lace veil and all, and that fateful improvised scene was pretty much duplicated-only, Gustave played the rescuer now, while Armand stayed at his artistic-director perch in the rafters.”

“I’ll take a shot in the dark and say that your famously possessive maître was less than thrilled with that development.”

“He did seem jealous, but joining the rest of them onstage would have meant losing some of their respect. We hadn’t truly labeled things then, anyway, it was far too soon; honestly, to keep from getting my hopes up, I often told myself that our bond was entirely platonic, that this sense of being courted was simply the straightforward affection of an artist. He gave me a major hand in writing my character, letting her be as close to fully fleshed out as any could be in skits like these. We’d go on long, long walks after shows, my hair newly freed from its nightly coiled updo and our makeup just starting to fade, and anyone else out strolling at night would greet us as a couple. I learned some of his demons and he learned mine. We had a similar way of speech-speckled with references, thoroughly sentimental; I was advertised on the posters as the “Lady in Black, with the Voice of a Meadowlark”, and I became bolder over time in letting him know my adoration too. I loved the way he took everything seriously in the Théâtre, that each rehearsal was somewhat sacred and every moment of every play was so intentionally thought out-at least, that’s how things were then, that clearly changed later on. I had never met someone before who everything mattered to as much as it did to me. We…we were happy.”

“What kind of person shouts to the world that their entirely platonic buddy has the voice of a meadowlark?”

“Theatre kids, Daniel, we’ve been over this.”

“What about your friend from the audience?”

“Edith. Dear girl. The very little time I spent away from the Théâtre-I lived there by that point, a room of my own, which a solid amount of the coven objected to-was time that I always spent with her. Looking back, Armand did try to keep me in the building or around him as much as he could, but I didn’t let myself think anything of it then-it was the first time I felt truly wanted, and I wanted to believe that it was okay, that I could let myself enjoy it. But as I got drawn further into the coven, Edith remained my connection to humanity. She was a singer too, and a phenomenal one at that. I went to a lot of her gigs, and she came to the Théâtre even more when I joined the cast.”

“And your side job, playing God?”

“...That. Yes. Gustave and I would whisk each other offstage, then stand in the wings as the spurned reaper ‘found’ his next charge. The racist producers, the sexist directors, and the classist theater owners were spaced out by other bigots and tyrants so that the theatre community wouldn’t get suspicious. Our audiences didn’t frequent their places much, anyway, so there wasn’t much chance of getting caught. It was gratifying to think that the long-suffering young artists whose spirits they tried to break were being avenged and hopefully gaining another chance, but I admit it certainly wasn’t entirely selfless-that horrid man who’d abused his dancers, the one who’d said I was ugly and too opinionated, was held in the other wing and saw me presented as a strong-willed beauty, draped in lace and taffeta while being celebrated for not once shutting my mouth. When I became something of a fan favorite, everyone who’d doubted me had to watch all that they could have had. It was a lot of half-catharsis and a lot of reckoning, but life at the Théâtre was such a whirlwind that I didn’t have much time for true self-reflection.”

“And I suppose that this quelled the coven’s doubts of your vampiric potential.”

“It did. Gradually, that ‘she’s smart, for a human’ perception of me they’d had at the start became something almost like belonging. They appeared intoxicating from the outside, a found family like what I’d dreamed of all my life. I still wasn’t fully part of the fold-there was, naturally, a lot of gossip regarding the way that Armand was when he was with me and that they resented my coming in so quickly-but some of them almost became true friends, even showing me the ropes of vampirism.”

~

Nineteen Thirty-Six, Paris, France

“So, tell me,” Eglee said as the women shared Isabelle’s dressing room mirror for their usual makeup, “when are you becoming one of us officially?”

“Not a clue,” Isabelle replied. “He keeps saying he’s going to get one of you to turn me, and then the ceremony, but it just never happens.”

“Oh, he surely doesn’t want any of us lowly coven members sullying his lark,” came a joking singsong as the vampire nudged her shoulder.

“I’m sure it’s not like that.”

A moment passed, and the dark-haired woman regarded her intently.

“Ah, but it is,” she murmured, suddenly unable to look at Isabelle as she returned her focus to her eyeliner. “More than you know.”

“...Then why doesn’t he just do it himself?”

Eglee was quiet for a second, a wicked grin soon lighting her face.

“You’ve longed for that, haven’t you?”

They dissolved into giggles, and as Isabelle struggled to hide her blush, she realized that she was living a glimpse of the teenagehood that it felt everyone else in her hometown had the chance to experience. It was simple, it was silly, it was glorious.

“To be quite serious,” recovered Eglee from her laugh, “Maître vowed a long time ago to never make another vampire, and he never has. And I’d advise you to be careful. He’s quite good for a fling-wonderful, in fact-but you, songbird, seem to be much more aflutter than only lust can cause. Don’t let him get too much entry into that pretty head of yours.”

Isabelle nodded. It was a sobering reminder, Armand’s abilities; she wanted this relationship, she wanted this role, she wanted this community, but she still wanted to believe that her agency over her own mind and soul mattered much more.

“As for the turning,” Eglee went on, “that bond is certainly a strong one. You will be bitten, drained near the point of death, then fed the blood of your maker. From then on, though, you will not be able to read each other’s minds.”

A small breath escaped Isabelle, and she nearly smeared her lipstick.

…This was new.

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Does that…” she paused, believing it too good to be true, “does that apply to the rest of the Mind Gift?”

“I believe it does.”

Here was a chance. Here was a way to have her gothic romance cake and eat it too, to finally build something on more equal footing, to allow herself to be swept up without the danger of truly losing her identity.

All she had to do was convince an ancient vampire to break a centuries-held promise.

…Lord help me.

[igotsnothing]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire

Thank you for tagging me, @lynzishell! You are the best and I enjoyed reading about Atlas and Asher so much- their warmth and affection were so evident throughout the entire questionnaire! ❤️

For this I chose Sasha and Gideon. If anyone is interested in a different pair, I'd be glad to do it again!

Gideon: Oh, we’ve been invited to do a Deep Dive Questionnaire!

Sasha: No. It’s absurd.

Gideon: We were tagged by Asher and Atlas, though. They’re so nice!

Sasha:  Buuh…Fine.

-What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Gideon: Are you scared of anything, Sasha? You have to be one of the most fearless people I know. Who walks into a vampire coven meeting like you did? You are something else.

Sasha: When I was little, my mom took me to a petting zoo and bought me feeding pellets to give to the geese; they all kept crowding me and chasing me around this pond and I thought I was going to die.

Gideon: What did you do?

Sasha: I threw all the pellets at them and jumped into the pond.

Gideon: That’s actually very scary for a young child! Did your mother have to jump in after you?

Sasha: Nooo. The pond was pretty shallow.

Gideon...How old were you?

Sasha: Like 10.

Gideon: PFFFF!

Sasha: Shut up.

Gideon: You’re so dramatic.

Sasha: What about you?

Gideon: I fear... not ever having you by my side.

Sasha: [Turning red and burying his face in Gideon’s chest]

Do they have any pet peeves?

Gideon: Hmm...Probably people who are rude, especially in public. It’s not that hard to hold the door for people or say excuse me, or turn your blinker on before making a turn.

Sasha: OMG, when people sit down at a table and keep talking to each other and when I come over to take their order, they’re like, “Oh, I didn’t get a chance to look at the menu yet.” I’m like- there are FOUR things on the menu. Just order or I will choose your food for you!

Gideon: You also dislike bad tippers.

Sasha: If I get another religious tract as a tip, someone is going to be meeting their lord sooner than they expected.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Sasha: We bought a bunch of stuff recently! We got a sofa bed and a fridge... What's one more thing?

Gideon: What about Mrs. Kachky?

Sasha: She goes where I go. She’s the only thing I have left of my mom’s.

Gideon: I'm feeling a little jealous. I think she gets more cuddles than I do...

Sasha: Awww! I’ll let you cuddle her too.

Gideon: [Inhaling deeply] I’m throwing you back into that pond.

What do they notice first in a person?

Gideon: Appearances can be deceiving. I’m more interested in seeing how people treat those they perceive as being beneath them. People often behave badly when they have any kind of power.

Sasha: I was raised in the Spice District! You think we make eye contact with people while walking around here? You keep walking- mind your business.

Gideon: Let’s combine the next two questions because I think they’re related.

On a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?  And -do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Gideon: I was a soldier when I was mortal and as a vampire, I’ve endured my share of attempts on my unlife: I’ve been stabbed, beaten, and I’ve escaped more than one attempt to burn me into ashes. I assess a situation before fighting. I won’t necessarily run if the odds are stacked heavily against me, but I may try to explore an alternative. I’d say I have a high tolerance. A 9.

Sasha: Me too.

Gideon: [Squinting and shaking his head]

Sasha: Okay, but in my defense that comb snagged my hair really hard- I didn’t expect that. Let’s say a 7.

Gideon: Or a 4... It’s ironic, because you won’t run from a fight. Even if you know you’ll get beaten up. It’s very paradoxical.

Sasha: In Sparta, we die like men!

Gideon: [Rolls his eyes].

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Gideon: My coven is my family, and it is a fairly large one. I think I’ve been somewhat absent and disconnected from them for a while now. I do miss that closeness we shared over the decades.

Sasha: Nope. It was my mom and my dad and me. After she died, I was pretty much on my own. My dad and I haven't spoken in years.

[Gideon reaches for his hand and clasps it tightly.]

Gideon: I'm always here for you, Sasha. You're not alone.

What animal represents them best?

Gideon: [Laughs]

Sasha: PASS!

What is a smell that they dislike?

Sasha: Depending on where you are walking in this city, every once in a while you’ll catch a whiff of weed that’s just skunky-ass bad. Or pee. Or trash water on the sidewalk.

Gideon: Garlic.

Have they broken any bones? if so, how?

Gideon: Oof...I’ve broken a few. I used to ride horses when I was a soldier and had my share of bad falls.

Sasha: I broke my arm falling off a jungle gym. I was in first or second grade. It wasn’t too bad. All my friends drew on my cast and then my arm was super stinky when the cast came off.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Sasha: Gideon? Sophisticated. And...Suede.

Gideon: Suede?

Sasha: Yeah! You know, someone like super confident and elegant...

Gideon: Did you mean...suave?

Sasha: ...Wut?

Gideon: [Quickly] Sasha is completely and devastatingly adorable and endearing.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Gideon: I don’t need much sleep, but I find myself keeping hours similar to Sasha’s now.

Sasha: I stay up late when I work at the diner.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Sasha: This man loves the flavor of his fancy-pants whiskey.

Gideon: You forgot my favorite one: you.

Sasha: Stop it...And you hated Twizzlers.

Gideon: Why someone would eat a rope of twisted wax is beyond me. You hate fine whiskey- I'll never forget “liquid leather”. But you love junk food, which baffles me. Have some Styrofoam instead- at least it doesn't pretend to be real food.

Sasha: Heh! I got you some Tootsie Rolls and Necco candy... Can't wait to see you try those...

Do they have any hobbies?

Gideon: I love the arts. I frequented the theatre, museums, and concert halls often. I'd love to take Sasha with me sometime.

Sasha: I like walking around the city. There is always something interesting or new to see. Oh, and piling stuff into the hall closet so the contents fall down on Dima when he opens it. He falls for it. Every. Time.

Boom, surprise birthday party! how do they react to surprises?

Sasha and Gideon look at each other: No.

Sasha: Let’s say what we hate about surprise parties at the count of three. Ready? 1...2...3!

Gideon: Surprises.

Sasha: People.

Do they like to wear jewelry? if so, what is their favorite piece?

Gideon: I don’t really wear anything except for my Rolex Daytona.

Sasha: F*ck. How am I supposed to follow that? A few pizza-shaped earrings from Claire’s? They were super cute, though. Oh, and a friendship bracelet Tito made me a couple years ago. It broke off but I still have it somewhere.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Sasha: Have you seen his writing? It’s like he signed the Declaration of Independence. Mine is barely legible.  

What are two emotions they feel the most?

Gideon: I sense many of Sasha’s emotions, but I don’t want to put him on the spot.

Sasha: I do feel anxious and upset a lot.

Gideon: My emotions would be frustration and...Hmm...

Sasha: Horniness.

Gideon [Stares in mock surprise as Sasha snickers]

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Gideon: I like linen. It has an elegant simplicity that is timeless.

Sasha: I like flannel.

Gideon: [Playfully] Not suede?

Sasha: Oh, haha, you dick.

What kind of accent do they have?

Sasha: Do I even have an accent?

Gideon: You sound like you’re from San Myshuno. No doubt. What about me?

Sasha: You do have a pretty neutral accent, but every once in a while you’ll sound like you’re from Henford-on-Bagley.

Gideon: Well, it was more likely to hear Simlish from Henford since it is closer to where I hail from.

Sasha, imitating Gideon very hammily: Say, old chap, do you fancy a tipple of liquid leather with some freshly harvested Cheetos? No, wait- Cheeee-tooows!

[Laughing]

Sasha: Heh! I guess that wasn't so bad, after all...

I'm tagging the following storytellers who are wonderful: @agena87, @aurorangen, @eljeebee, @miss-may-i, @aheathen-conceivably, and if anyone else wants to play, please do so. And because I believe in miracles: @damseljamselI and @greighish. @lynzishell, if you wanted to do this for Phoenix and Dawn...here is your chance! I'd totally read it up! I'd tag more folks but I'm feeling a bit off these days and (irrationally- I hope) worried about bothering people. In that vein- this is totally optional! (butifyoudoitiwannareaditall!)

[whumpninja]

I’m having so much fun using these as an excuse to fill in backstory for some of my existing OCs. It just works so well. This piece uses OCs from my story The Coven- it’s set about a century before the main story, in 1600s Ottoman-era Greece.

Whumptober taglist: @whumperofworlds (let me know if I should keep tagging you in these or not, I wasn’t sure!)

The Coven taglist: @fabled-whump @scatteriskity @ba-bhump

Prompt used: Whumptober, “It’s us or them.”

Featuring: betrayal, human sacrifice (but it ends well!), vampires before vampires exist also you can fight me on this but vrykolakas do NOT count as proper vampires, humans viewed as prey and discussions about that

Whumptober Day Seven: moonflower

"Are you going to kill me?" the girl asked. She said it bluntly, and try as she might Iolanthe could not detect a trace of fear in her voice.

Iolanthe tested the sharpness of the girl's own dagger against her thumb. It slit the skin with a mere touch, and a bead of thick, tarry blood welled up to drip onto the sand. Hmm. Good weapon.

"I haven't decided yet," she answered. "I could."

"I know," the girl replied.

Iolanthe took the dagger and cut the ropes binding her. "Aren't you afraid I'll run?" she asked.

"If you do, I can stop you." Iolanthe let a few flickers of her magic weave between her fingers before she clenched her fist to snuff it out. "I want to talk to you before I decide what to do with you."

The girl eyed her strangely, then sat down crosslegged right there on the beach. "All right. Talk."

A half-smile lifted one side of Iolanthe's face. She sat down next to the girl, leaning back against a stone. "Do you know what I am?" she asked.

"A demon."

Iolanthe laughed aloud at that. "I suppose in some respects, I am. But no, child, I am not a demoness. I am vampiros."

"What is that?" The girl stared into her face, and now Iolanthe could see the fear hidden deep within her. She was impressed that the girl hid it so well. Usually she could taste it on her tributes before they were even given to her.

"It means that once I was very much like you," she answers. "And then I was not."

"You are still a monster, though. Aren't you?"

"Did Kostas tell you that?"

The girl scowled at the mention of the village elder who had offered her to Iolanthe in exchange for protection for the rest of his people. "He didn't have to. I know you eat humans. Of course you are a monster."

"I drink them, actually. Their blood. I have no use for the rest of them." Iolanthe waved a dismissive hand. "Have you ever been hunting before, child?"

"I am not a child. And yes, I have."

"Are you a monster for killing rabbits and such for food?" Iolanthe searched the girl's face and saw the questions there. "There is no difference. You need meat, and so you take it from creatures that are meant to be your food. I need blood, and so I take it from the same." She took the girl's chin in her hand, turning it towards her. "Do you see now?"

The girl jerked her chin away. "So I am the rabbit."

"No, I think I would like you to be the hunter." Iolanthe did not know exactly when she had decided it, but she had. "You saw for yourself how easily humans will betray their own kind. Kostas gave you up without a thought- I think you have caused some trouble for him, have you not?"

"I can fight," the girl replies, and then, with a slight smirk, "Better than he can."

"So he got rid of you. Humans are like that. They decide they do not want you, and so they throw you out. Give you to monsters like me." Iolanthe moved to the girl's side, whispering in her ear. "Sometimes that's only how more monsters are made."

"What are you saying?" the girl asked in an equally low voice.

"I do not always kill the people Kostas and others like him try to feed to me," Iolanthe answered. "Sometimes, if there is one that catches my attention, I change them. Into something like me."

"Vampiros."

"Yes."

"Why?" the girl asked bluntly. She was a blunt sort of person. Iolanthe liked those kind.

"Because I believe you can understand." Iolanthe reached out to cup the girl's cheek. "You saw for yourself what your kind is like. Selfish. Greedy. Willing to betray their own if it saves themselves. Willing to kill to save their own lives. The only reason they haven't killed me is because they don't know how. But when they learn, I will no longer have tribute and fear. I will have hunters and chases and death, eventually. Again." She smiled. "It is us or them. I would like to make you one of us, because you are too strong to be one of them."

The girl was silent for a long moment. "All right," she said quietly.

"It is not an easy existence," Iolanthe warned. "I will teach you what I can, but it will not be enough. You will be hunted. And you will have to kill."

"I've killed before."

"This will be different. You will have to kill simply to stay alive. You must turn your back on everyone you know. Can you do that?"

The girl nodded, her eyes alight with a new spark.

"You will have to change." Iolanthe reached for her hand. "Becoming a vampiros is all change. Your identity, your body...your name. What is yours?"

"Tasoula," the girl told her.

"No longer. I will give you a new name, just as I received when I was changed." Iolanthe gazed up at the full moon. "I will call you after the moon goddess. You will no longer be Tasoula of the mortals. You will be Selene of the vampiros." She leaned close to whisper in her ear again. "Always remember that it was humans who tried to sacrifice you. They wanted you to die. You will die. And you will keep coming back." Iolanthe looked deep into Selene's dark eyes. "Remember what they are to you. You are not part of them. They are rabbits. You are a hunter." She smiled. "You will have to kill before the next sunrise. I think Kostas has been allowed to live long enough, don't you, Selene?"

In answer, Selene reached out and took the dagger from Iolanthe's hand. "Yes," she snarled, and Iolanthe knew that this girl would embrace the change, embrace the hunt. "I do."

[misslavenderlady]

Love at First Bite pt. 2💞

David/Female!OC & Male!OC/Female!OC

Summary: Sis can't stop thinking about the adorable redheaded waiter that treated her like the queen she is. Once she and the pack get to know him a little better, he'll see them for what they truly are~

This was inspired by @ghoulgeousimmaculate and her characters from the series Party the Pain Away and the various fics that take place afterwards. Ghoulie and I discussed the possibility of having another boy join the coven after so many girls were brought in. Please read part 1 if you haven't yet!

WARNINGS: Fic contains mentions of fear, emotional manipulation, power dynamics, toxic relationship dynamics, PDA, mentions of blood/murder, sex and alcohol. This has references to Ghoulie's stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987. Part 3 HERE

"You're serious?" 

"Absolutely! You should have seen him, hun. He was the cutest thing I've ever laid eyes on"

It gave Gem quite a surprise to see her sister bride in such a cheery mood. After the last few difficult months for the pack, she had been worried about Sis and her psyche facing permanent damage. Becoming a vampire came with its own mental and physical tolls. What Cyrus had put them all through was an entirely new level of suffering.

And yet, here she was. All doe-eyed and sappy like a schoolgirl with a crush. The happiest she had been since her resurrection. Usually only being with her babies made Sis act like herself again. This human boy had to be pretty special.

"And you don't want to bring him over for a fuck and a meal?"

"Surprisingly, I don't. At least….not right now," Sis explained. She smiled to herself as she fell back onto the couch, putting her feet up on Gem's lap to relax. "I dunno, he was just such a sweet guy. Genuine, polite, doting. You don't see many boys like that anymore." 

Gem smirked, rubbing her queen's legs as she listened to the story. Seeing her in such a good mood had Gem feel quite pleased as well. It made her quite curious as to what potential could be in a human. 

"Well, we are due for a girl's night out. How about we ask the boys to watch the babies and then you, me, Babydoll and Red go out for some fun," Gem proposed. "You can introduce us to the human."

The mere idea made Sis' eyes sparkle in delight. She was already excited to pick out her outfit for such a special occasion. Something truly special for a well-deserved night of fun.

Oliver's shift honestly could have been better that night. He was out of the zone. Forgetting to put in a large order, giving three different tables the wrong drinks, and getting yelled at by an elderly couple for having the audacity to forget their senior discount. He felt so clumsy and careless. It was rather embarrassing. 

What didn't help was that his coworkers were noticing. They had been in the game long enough to recognize when one of their fellow servers was having a rough night. 

"Hey Ollie!" one server greeted him, making small talk while punching in an order. "You feeling alright? Need a smoke break?"

"No thank you, I don't smoke," Oliver explained as he tried to organize a messy stack of menus. "And I'm fine. I just…my mind hasn't been where I want it to be lately. I'm not usually like this, I swear."

The server smiled and gave Oliver a friendly pat on the back. He definitely had nights like that too. 

"Something on your mind?"

"Well….someone actually."

Oliver knew exactly what was making him trip over himself and act like his head was in the clouds. 

Sis. He could not stop thinking about her. Though he was grateful for her generosity when she paid him a large enough tip to pay his rent that month, that wasn't at all the reason he had such a deep infatuation. 

She had this magic to her. Like an aura of true beauty. Though her curves and her flawless looks definitely showed how stunning she was on the outside, Oliver had a deep feeling that there was something truly remarkable about her on the inside too. 

Growing up, he was taught that you could learn a lot about a person just by how they treated a stranger. Especially if that stranger was a poor, struggling service worker. The world wasn't always kind to people who had a difficult life. 

He didn't know what it was about her, but he just had a feeling she understood him. That she knew compassion could go a long way.

"Well, Romeo, you might wanna get your head back in the game," the server interrupted his thoughts. "You got company."

"Salve signore! Right this way!"

Giuseppe had welcomed a group of ladies into the restaurant, ushering them to the back area just as he did the other night for David and Sis. 

And speaking of which. The lady at the head of the pack was a familiar one. It was her. 

Sis.

Once again she was all glammed up from head to toe, though instead of being out on a date with her husband, she seemed to be enjoying a girls' night out. The three other ladies that walked past the curtain were all quite stunning in their own ways, but he couldn’t take his eye off of Sis. 

His staring must not have been as subtle as he hoped it would be, because while the other girls made their way to the back, Sis stopped in her tracks, glancing his way. Oliver stood as still as a statue, not sure exactly what to do in terms of movement. 

Thankfully, he didn't have to stay like that for very long. To his utter joy, a smile formed across her beautiful face, showing off her perfect pearly whites. Sis crooked her finger, beckoning him in a come hither motion before disappearing behind the dark curtain. To say she enchanted Oliver was quite an understatement. 

Instead of standing around, Oliver hustled to get enough silverware and menus for four ladies. He'd never been more eager to work in his life. 

"Hello again~" Sis greeted Oliver with a purr as he entered the private area. "I was hoping you'd be here again tonight."

"Oh? You were?" Oliver asked, feeling his heartbeat ramp up in speed. "Well, I'm really glad to see you again too, Miss!"

The gaggle of ladies all shared a round of playful giggling, like schoolgirls with a secret. 

"Awww! You weren't kidding! He's a total sweetie pie!" a fellow redhead chirped. 

"So you're the famous Oliver," a brunette with green eyes commented. "Sis has told us so much about you!"

Oliver would be lying if he said he wasn't flattered by that. His stomach was practically doing backflips with the amount of butterflies he was feeling. He wasn't used to such compliments. 

"O-Oh! Well, I'm very honored," he smiled. "It's really nice to meet you all!"

His words trailed off after his greeting. He wasn't sure how to get the right words out in order to ask for their names as well, but they all seemed to get the hint as to what he wanted to say.

"Gem."

"Red."

"Babydoll!"

They all have such different names. Very….creative, Oliver thought to himself. It must be a California thing!

He finally felt comfortable enough to perform his job properly once the introductions were done. As per Sis' request, he brought back the same brand of Chardonnay he got her the last time she was there. This time, he was determined not to spill any on their gorgeous outfits. When each glass was equally filled, the girls all clinked their drinks to share a toast. 

Oliver put in the same energy when he took their orders. Each lady knew exactly what they wanted, and they cooed at him to hurry back since they'd miss him. It put quite a dopey smile on his boyish face. 

Little did he know that his coworkers were watching him with a look of dread in the corners of the restaurant. They all knew the secrets that Sis and her lovers shared. Oliver wasn't ready to see the deadlier side of the brown-eyed beauty. 

"You really are too good to us, Ollie," Sis complimented the redhead boy when he set all their entrees down. Even with a table completely covered in the finest Italian cuisine imaginable, she kept her gaze fully locked on him. 

Almost like he was the one she found to be the most delicious. 

"It's nothing, really! I'm just happy to make up for my wine snafu from last time." 

"Speaking of wine," Gem spoke up, taking Sis' chin in between her manicured figures and tilting them in her own direction. "I wanna see if I can taste the Chardonnay on your lips, hun~"

Oliver only got to ponder what she meant for a mere second before getting a shocking answer. Gem pulled her into a deep kiss, moaning softly as both pairs of plush lips pressed together. Without much influence, Sis immediately melted into it, smiling and wrapping her arms around her lady friend. 

His green eyes were practically bulging out of his head as the two of them began passionately making out just a mere foot in front of him. Oliver turned towards Red and Babydoll to see if they were just as surprised, but found instead they were looking at him as if he were the odd one. They raised their eyebrows up at him, curious at his gawking. 

Perhaps it wasn’t the right time to stick around and just stare with an open mouth like a codfish.

“Y-You ladies enjoy! I’ll be back later!”

Oliver practically kicked up dust behind him from how fast he got out of the private dining section. He had already seen Sis get rather intimate in the restaurant already. But he hadn’t expected to see it between her and someone other than her husband. 

Flashbacks of the last time when she made flirty gestures at him while literally riding David were coming back to him. He didn’t understand the behavior fully, but what he was absolutely certain about was how stunning she was. So confident, so beautiful, always knowing exactly what she wanted, yet still showing gratitude when she got it. 

It made him ever so curious about whether he truly had a chance with a woman like that. Compared to people like David and Gem? Fat chance, he thought to himself. 

Time passed by, and the night was finally winding down. Oliver and his coworkers had split their tips, cleaned up the restaurant, and helped set up for what they needed the next day. In between his tasks, he had stopped in to check on Sis and her friends. They had long since cleared their plates and finished the last sips in their glasses. Yet they seemed to want to stay a bit longer and enjoy some girl time.

So long as it was okay with Giuseppe, Oliver let them be. 

By the time everyone else had clocked out and left, he popped his head in one last time to check on them. To his surprise, the three beauties that had come along for the night had already made their leave at some point earlier while he was cleaning up. The one that remained was Sis, sitting pretty in the booth with her fingers intertwined, allowing her chin a place to rest. 

She was smiling at him again, a twinkle in her eye as she gestured to the chair placed across from her.

“Care to help me finish off this bottle?” she asked. There wasn’t much left in the second bottle of Chardonnay he had delivered earlier that night, but it was just enough for the two of them to have a little taste. Half a drink wouldn’t kill him. 

“Where are the others?” he casually asked as he sat down.

“Oh, they’re outside. Just having a smoke and texting the hubbies.”

Hearing her say that reminded Oliver of David once again. He really wasn’t one to pry, but the curiosity to ask about what kind of relationship Sis had with them all was still there. He would have kept his mouth shut about it if she hadn’t seemed to read his mind on her own. 

She pulled her phone out from her purse, maneuvering around the screen until she found what she wanted. Flipping the device around, Sis showed him some pictures of her with various people. Some he recognized, some were unfamiliar faces.

“In case you were wondering, I’m polyamorous. We all are,” she explained. “You’ve met David already. Those three boys are my other husbands. Marko, Dwayne and Paul.”

I didn’t even know you could be married to multiple people in California, Oliver thought to himself. In the first picture, four incredibly handsome men surrounded Sis. Being pansexual himself, Oliver found himself practically swooning at how perfect-looking they all were. As much as he wished to look as hunky as them, he couldn’t blame her for finding all of them attractive. 

“They have their own partners too. Some of which I get to date too,” she said, swiping at the screen to show more pictures. 

Babydoll being carried by Dwayne, a pregnant Red being held from the back by Marko, Gem and Paul flashing peace signs at the camera, and many more. So many other beautiful ladies were in the arms of these men. It was as if fate had brought the most attractive people in the world together. 

“So the other night when you said your ‘girlfriends’, you weren’t just talking about besties, huh?” Oliver playfully commented. To his delight, Sis giggled at him, thoroughly amused. He loved the sound of her laugh. It was as beautiful as her.

“That’s right! And we all have our own families too,” she explained. She pointed out the various babies that various couples had together. Oliver’s heart was melting at the pictures of chubby-cheeked infants with gummy smiles. 

One of the final pictures that Sis showed off was a family portrait with her, David, and three little ones. He listened with deep focus as she told the story of her family. 

“Laddie is the oldest. I adopted him with Dwayne way back when. He’s also the best big brother to all the others,” she cooed. “The little girl is Eva. My angel on Earth. Her name was inspired by my mother. And that’s Evan. Little mama’s boy in the making, that one.”

“You have a beautiful family, Sis,” Oliver complimented her as he handed back the phone. “I can just tell you’ve got a lot of love for those babies.”

Sis sighed in content, taking a swig of her wine. 

“I really do. I don’t know what I’d do without them….” 

Though talking about her children seemed to bring her great joy, Oliver couldn’t help but notice there was a lingering sadness in her eyes when she pondered the possibility of life without them. As if that very thing almost happened. 

Oliver smiled sympathetically, allowing her to see that he genuinely cared about what she was going through.

“Well….if you ever want to talk about them or anything else on your mind, I’m a good listener! Honest!”

“Thank you, Oliver,” Sis said. She reached out her hand, taking hold of his and giving it a soft squeeze. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

While puffing away on their cigarettes, the three girls kept their eyes peeled for anyone that would possibly cause trouble. The vampires were always on their highest guard whenever they were out with the queen. Ever since the gruesome night of the beheading, they couldn’t risk being too careful.

There was always someone out there wanting to dethrone the vampire king and queen of Santa Carla. They would be damned if they’d let such a thing happen again. 

Sis never wanted to leave the cave alone. She wanted a minimum of two mates by her side, one to watch her front, and one to watch her back. The mere idea of dying again put the fear of God in her. She wasn’t ready to go, especially when her babies needed her to get by in this cruel, cold world. 

But something was different. New. There was a sense of hope for her now. Someone kind and gentle and ready to care for her every need. The girls saw quite a lot of potential in Oliver. He was a soft boy and a bit too innocent for the life of a vampire, but he made Sis feel safe again. Like she could live her undead life to the fullest. 

But it was up to the king about what they would do next.

“So, she really does like him, huh?” David asked, sharing a video call with the three brides. 

“She must since she’s been the calmest I’ve ever seen since….you know,” Gem explained. 

David tilted his head in wonder as he thought things over. For years now, he and his brothers had collected quite a few brides to have and to hold until the end of time. Each one shaped to their liking and trained to not run away. They all embraced their vampire nature and were loyal as could be.

He hadn’t considered the possibility of adding a groom for the queen. 

“I need more time,” he said. “I still hold a lot of pain from what Michael did to me. To our family. Keep an eye on Oliver for me. I’ll stop by during some dates or send one of the boys along. Really make sure he’s right for Sis.”

“You got it,” Red chirped.

“What happens if he gets your approval?” Babydoll asked.

David’s lips pulled back, a devilish smirk stuck on his handsome face. The gears were already turning quite a bit in his evil head.

“Then we bring him home for training. The little wife needs a pet after all~”

end of part 2

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[hypocriticaltypwriter]

More questions upon ye!!!

So is this bride in the au! Is that supposed to be Crysta/Cheri or someone else?

Did Michael go out and find a random bride, or did the boys pick her specifically?

Are the four of them fighting for her affection or are they trying to split the love equally with her?

Question in relation to the Billy Idol song: it has plenty of references to virginity loss and pregnancy out of wedlock. In this au do the boys plan on consummating the marriage~? And back on the question I had before about them fighting over her, are they also fighting over who gives her a baby first?

Does she even love the boys at all (maybe got some Stockholm Syndrome) or is she doomed to be trapped and unhappy forever?

Thank you 💜

SQUEEEEE IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO GET TO YOUR ASK LAV!! Thank you so so so much for the questions! I loved spending my freetime this past week thinking of some good answers! As well as developing the AU a little more, so thank you truly! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

The bride is Chrysta, yes! Though, the AU itself is for my own self indulgence in my weird addiction for strange dramatic vampire ideas/dreams, but I want the AU to be for everyone! So honestly, anyone can imagine the bride to be whoever they want! An X reader, insert, OC, go ahead and imagine your own story and take on the boys I don't mind!

Did Michael just find a rando for the boys, or did they choose her specifically? Well... Yes AND no. Like in just the Lost Boys in general with Chrysta, she helped out with Grandpa Emerson or stopped by with some meals her aunt made, so she knew Mister Emerson well. In the AU, the only difference is that she knows all of the Emersons well and visits to bring by some flowers for the Church's garden!

She had become an offer after one late night when her curiosity about the holy grounds got the best of her late one night and she went exploring, finding some rather pretty flowers and picking some to possibly take home or give to the Emersons, when she found the almost hauntingly beautiful red and white roses she'd ever seen climbing up a wall and gate she just had to steal a few! But as she went to take some, a noise startled her, and her finger caught a nasty thorn, leaving a good injury that stained the thorn and petals in her blood. The sound was Michael, who quickly told her to get away from there and hurry back home before she got into any more trouble.

So, the boys hadn't exactly seen or found her, but it was her blood they were immediately drawn to like moths to a flame. And it didn't take long for Michael to know exactly who they were demanding for either as he had a recollection of that night he caught a very curious and blissfully unaware Chrysta getting a little too close to the vampires domain...

The boys try and do their best to share their love for their new coven member! But sometimes they get a bit over protective and territorial. Especially Marko and Paul, they aren't big fans of sharing when they don't feel like it..

Ah, yes... Their was supposed to be a little Honeymooning lovin after they had got their hands on her... But consummation to a bride who's pretty much horrified of you and your very being isn't exactly easy - and they weren't going to force her or harm her, of course not! They wanted their new pet to like them. They needed their pretty little creature to fall for them as hard as they did for her.

And baby bats in the future are still in consideration... There would probably be a fight for who gets a baby first, but without a doubt it'd be David. He always has the first say when it comes to the vampires.

And FINALLY... Does she fall for the boys? Im... Still figuring this out- CAUSE ON ONE HAND SOME SORT OF BEAUTY AND THE BEAST ESQUE LOVE STORY HAS ME IN A CHOKE HOLD DONT GET ME WRONG...

But I'm just... There's something about a tragic doomed ending that just has me even more by the throat - something like Phantom Of The Opera or even Labyrinth that has this... Creature in desperate need of love but the way they try to achieve it through cruelty and harming others just to keep the very thing they want like a treasure to own rather than a person is something I can't help but love. It's so wrong but oh my GOD the way is written or seen on the big screen feels so right. 😭

It's just a guilty pleasure. I'd REALLY love to touch on it more with this AU.. 👀

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Monday May 15 - Tuesday May 16, Part I

Buffy: Okay, (Willow holds up one minidress) do I wanna appear shy, coy and naive or (Willow holds up the other) unrestrained, insatiable and aggressive? Xander: Uh, y'know, Owen is a little home spun, he probably doesn't like that overly assertive look. Oh, hey, here's something. A nice comfy overcoat and a ski cap! The earflaps will bring out your eyes! Buffy: Maybe I should mix and match. Okay, guy's opinion. (grabs two lipsticks from her desk) Which one do you think Owen will like better? The red or the peach? Xander: Oh, you mean for kissing you and then telling all his friends how easy you are so the whole school loses respect for you and then talks behind your back? The red's fine.

~~Buffy Episode #5: "Never Kill a Boy on the First Date"~~

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One Step Away, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, T) by flootzavut

105: Intro To Vampyre, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Desicat

Encased in Sunshine, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Acb6293

Sparks, Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Dusty

Echoes of Beljoxa Ch. 57: Crossing Rubicon (Buffy/Spike, M) by myrabeth

Sons and Daughters of Sineya Ch. 26 (Ensemble, M, Chronicles of Narnia xover) by dogbertcarroll

Healed By Love Ch. 16 (Buffy, E, The Originals xover) by Buffyworldbuilder

Accidental Dark Lords and Ladies of Sunnydale Ch. 6 (Ensemble, E, multiple xovers) by AnimeRonin

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[sami-guinea-arts]

Filled it out by myself ;) TW for self harm and suicide

💡 - How did you come to create this oc and what were you inspired by? My first SM OC was Lucy. I was inspired to make an OC after finally watching Tender Treats and Bob became my fav. However, I didn't want to instantly make an OC shipped with him. Instead, I made her to be his enemy, which is why I made her with poison abilities. She was mainly inspired by Medusa. I specifically got ideas from other media, such as ATLA, MLP, etc. Wendy was then Bob's love interest. However I didn't want to make her one of these "Ohhh I kill and eat people too lol" OCs, which is why I made her into a wendigo. Babs actually was first inspired by the one family guy episode where we meet Quagmires abused sister Brenda, then also Fluttershy. Also the trope of a close one in bliss. I wanted her to be opposite from Bob, as I see a lot of his relatives, especially kids, also being crazy killers.

♥️ - Do they have a partner? And if so, are they a canon character or another oc? So far, all my OCs are shipped with canon characters, but I am open to OC x OC ships too! Wendy X Bob, Lucy X Carmen, Natalie X Patty, Louhi X John, Babs X Lila, Vincent X Michelle, Lyca X Streber, Azura X Rick (I don't care about doubles, the more shippers, the better lol)

✨ - Are they part of the cult? What is their role there then? Nope, none! I see a ton of OCs in the cult and I think we need some balance with OCs working against the cult. Plus, I am not that interested in it.

🎞️ - If your oc existed in the series, in which episodes would they appear and what would change? I am not sure about it, as with their jobs and lore, they'd really interfere with canon events. Such as Vincent following/comforting Michelle and not letting Moloch kill her. Lyca would pick up Bob's scent from Streber and beat the shit out of him once she catches up. Minor events: Azura would probably also be in front of the car with Rick during Hollow Sorrows, while Natalie would also be shown in the hospital.

🌈 - What is the sexuality and gender identity of your oc? So far I only have cis males and females. Wendy/Lyca - Pansexual, Lucy - Lesbian, Vincent/Azura - Hetero, Natalie - Asexual/Biromantic, Louhi/Babs - Bisexual

⌛ - How old is your oc (in age terms)? All are adults. The coven leader and Vincent are 800+. Lyca is chronologically 68, while physically and mentally she is 33. The rest are young adults, till Natalie and Wendy. For the witches their ages are mostly random and based on their personality and lore. But you never know as they can be far older than they look.

🏡 - Do they have any family or are they related to a canonical character? Babs is Bob's younger sister. Vincent later sees Dexter as his own son.

💼 - Where and what does your oc work? Babs - Librarian, Wendy - Hair stylist, Vincent - Restaurant critic, Louhi - Waitress, Lucy - Florist, Natalie - Nurse, Lyca - Cop, Azura - Bodyguard

⚰️ - Do they die at some point or have they had a near-death experience? Wendy technically died many many times, she's semi immortal and heals by eating human meat. Lucy and Lyca have big scars from...incidents. Babs unalives herself after finding out Bob died.

📼 - What would be their favorite movie or what movie do you associate with them? Wendy loves horror movies. Lucy likes feminism and romance (wlw) themed ones. Azura prefers neutral nature documentaries.

🎧 - What would be their favorite song or what song do you relate to them? So far none, I am bad with themesongs.

🔪 - Have they ever killed someone? Wendy killed her father during her first wendigo transformation and also family (also without intention) who found her in the woods and took her in. Lyca killed people during her job. Vincent has killed several cult members before to show them they can't force him to join. Babs shot her ex, as he was about to kill Bob.

👹 - Are they humans or something different? Vincent - Vampire, Lyca - Werewolf, Wendy - Witch/Wendigo, Lucy, Louhi, Natalie and Azura are witches.

🐾 - Do they have pets or would they like to have one? None has one!

💔 - Is there any canon character that your oc hates? Lucy HATES Bob's guts and wants him gone, she also doesn't get along with Dexter and John. She also hates Jaune because she hates Carmen. Vincent's mortal enemy is Moloch after he killed Michelle, same for Lyca with Bob after he injured Streber.

🚫 - Anything your oc CAN'T do? Babs can't cook for shit, it is either a chemical weapon or a charcoal. Probably more things with the others, but can't think of anything specific atm.

👍 - What is the best feature of your oc? Lucy is a master toxicologist and the strongest witch in the coven after the leader magic wise. Wendy and Lyca are crazy strong and agile. Vincent is rich af and also gathered a lot of knowledge. Babs is kind and selfless.

👎 - What is the worst feature of your oc? Lucy is a bitch if she dislikes someone and lets them know it. Wendy and Lyca are prone to violence when upset, same with Natalie. Azura's resting bitch face and monotone voice makes people think she's bored 24/7. Babs' kindess makes her get taken advantage of a lot.

🥀 - What is the worst moment in your oc's life so far? Babs finding out her brother died and is a cannibal killer cultist. For Wendy...basically the night of the sacrifice (she ate her cult as a wendigo). Azura losing her leg and Natalie going blind. Vincent first seeing Michelle suffer and then losing her.

🎪 - Any hobbies your oc has? Lucy - Gardening, Wendy and Lyca - Working out, hiking, etc., Louhi - Sewing, Babs - Drawing/Painting

🗻 - What is your oc's favorite place? Babs likes peace and quiet, so the library she works at. Wendy loves the woods.

I didn't see anyone do this so...

🎃Spooky month oc ask game💀

💡 - How did you come to create this oc and what were you inspired by?

♥️ - Do they have a partner? And if so, are they a canon character or another oc

✨ - Are they part of the cult? What is their role there then?

🎞️ - If your oc existed in the series, in which episodes would they appear and what would change?

🌈 - What is the sexuality and gender identity of your oc?

⌛ - How old is your oc (in age terms)?

🏡 - Do they have any family or are they related to a canonical character?

💼 - Where and what does your oc work?

⚰️ - Do they die at some point or have they had a near-death experience?

📼 - What would be their favorite movie or what movie do you associate with them?

🎧 - What would be their favorite song or what song do you relate to them?

🔪 - Have they ever killed someone?

👹 - Are they humans or something different?

🐾 - Do they have pets or would they like to have one?

💔 - Is there any canon character that your oc hates?

🚫 - Anything your oc CAN'T do?

👍 - What is the best feature of your oc?

👎 - What is the worst feature of your oc?

🥀 - What is the worst moment in your oc's life so far?

🎪 - Any hobbies your oc has?

🗻 - What is your oc's favorite place?

Feel free to tag anyone you want and have fun!

[florintradat]

Lugh: 020 @evicted-oc

020. the dark woods, filled with strange hanging symbols made of sticks .

Flo and Lugh were going on a walk in Flo's favorite forests. They had visited the vampire's graves, leaving some nice flowers and foods for them before just wondering around and enjoying the fresh night air. "You come here often don't you?"

"Yeah, it's one of my favorite places to go to. I was actually thinking of us having a little picnic date here. It has a lot of history." Flo said as they nodded their head and smiled at his boyfriend, holding their hand lightly as they stepped on crunchy leaves. Lugh tilted their head a little at their words and looked at him questioningly.

"History? Like what?" The taller man hummed as he tried to come up with something that they could find before he perked up.

"I'll show you. Let's go this way." He gently tugs them to the left and started walking them through many trees until they got to an area with many rocks. As they got closer Lugh realized that the rocks were formed in symbols. Florin pointed up to some trees and there were other symbols hanging from them made out of sticks. Lugh shivered as he felt a strange energy in the air.

"What is this?" She whispered softly looking at Flo before looking around again. Flo stepped closer to everything and sighed softly as he held Lugh to his side.

"Witches and Warlocks." Was what he simply said before explaining a bit more. "This was a meeting place for a coven. A co-ed one." He snorted at himself as he sadly picked up a crystal and a sage bundle. "They were killed and scared off around the time Salem was happening. I was friends with a warlock, first person I let in before times changed." He shrugged looking around as Lugh looked at him with big eyes. Flo gave him a soft smile as he chuckled and kissed his lips. "It's alright babe. Don't worry that was centuries ago. I've mourned the loses of many people." Lugh just whined clinging onto him as he let out a laugh and hugged her close. "Plus I have you now. I don't need to be sad anymore." He said softly burrying his nose into Lugh's hair, holding her close by her hips.

[inthiseverymoment]

silhouettes emerging: chapter iv

“Dried Cranberries and Upswept Guilt”

some musings on and continuation of those really really weird twenty-five-ish hours.

iwtv oc x armand, this chapter ~2k

welcome, one and all, to Daniel Molloy Criticizes My Writing. also we're REALLY GETTIN INTO THE PLOT NOW WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. that one bit of 2x02 sure was a ride huh

the last two lines are indeed a tuck everlasting reference bc who am i if not a ride or die for the third most perfect book/musical adaptation of book of all time (third only to les mis, bc obviously, and great comet, which also has something close to a reference in this chapter) (oh i forgot there’s a poto reference here too)

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chapter iii fic masterlist chapter v

Twenty Twenty-Three, New York City, United States of America

“Perhaps it was everything I’ve feared wrapped up in everything I’d hoped, or perhaps it was the opposite. But then, at least, at last, I had the chance to find that out for myself.”

Her long and prose-abundant recollection having reached a solid stopping point, a somewhat winded Isabelle nodded to herself and drank from her wine glass of the blood that Daniel had poured for them both.

Incidentally, she wasn’t quite sure of its origin, and wasn’t quite sure whether she wanted to know. Dried cranberries, sunflower seeds, kale-a health nut. Poor thing, all that work just to-

“Okay,” came the interruption of her mental sommelier practice. “A lot clearly happened in those twenty-five-some hours, beautifully told, if you were ever to meet Louis I’m entirely certain you’d just turn-of-phrase each other to second death, yadda yadda. Question. About how much of that, looking back, do you think was utter bullshit?”

This was not a question she was expecting.

Knowing Armand, it should have been, but it was a stab in the moral compass to admit that part of her wanted to keep that memory as romanticized as it currently appeared.

“I mean,” he went on, “gaining the respect of all-powerful vampires by completing a few Shakespeare quotes, the one leading them all protecting you specifically for unknown reasons, the whole tied-to-a-chair cliché, the ‘soaring violins’, the singing?”

“...To be fair, those all-powerful vampires are also trademark annoying, semipretentious theatre kids. As am I.”

“There was someone, you know, who was also of entertainment value to them and it still didn’t save her.”

Silence.

A very, very long silence.

“I’ve thought about her every day since the papers came out,” Isabelle eventually said, “and nearly every hour since reading your book. Some combination of genuine heartbreak with white guilt with relating to her struggle to be seen as all she knows she is with hating myself for having ever associated with those that allowed that to happen, let alone those who orchestrated it, I-I do. I think about Claudia constantly, and I never even knew her, so I can barely imagine how the loss must feel to Louis. Madeline, too-the mentions of her in your book had me wishing to know her as well. There’s your typical vampires-killing-to-survive horrific, and then there’s…truly, unfathomably, unforgivably horrific.”

Daniel nodded solemnly.

“Madame de la Book of Morals reconciles with having loved the man who, decades later, directed the slaughter of-”

“I never told you that I loved him.”

This she said soft, quick, low, and received a magnificently executed eyeroll in reply.

“The fucking Orpheus and Eurydice reference? The kiss that apparently had an audience captivated? That whole trust schtick?”

“All staged. Improvised, and yes, felt in the moment, but staged. No, Mr. Molloy, I did not immediately start a committed relationship with an ancient vampire in the twenty-five hours since meeting him directly after his coven tried to kill me.”

“Good for you. Now, tell me again how much of all of that was even true.”

“I…it’s a rough discernment process, for sure. You were there with Louis, helping each other remember things that Armand had made you forget. There’s a certain haze to memories that had been tampered with, but it’s hard to tell with that day specifically, because all of those heightened circumstances put things in a different kind of haze anyway.”

Isabelle remembered sitting in her new and empty apartment once she had finally gotten away from the coven years later, combing through every journal and every memory of every moment of her life in search of that off feeling and making herself sit with each of those memories until the truth of them finally came back. It had taken months-or longer, she had lost track of time-but she’d rather have wasted the rest of her eternity doing that than lived a lie.

“There was also a certain way that it seemed Louis had acted,” she continued, “when what he was telling you had been planted-did you notice that in me at all, just now?”

“Not really. And as for storytelling demeanor, there’s a lot of reasons it seems different this time,” Daniel considered, “because the Louis that I met in Dubai was a far cry from the Louis he described himself as in New Orleans, Paris, even San Francisco. You, though…as you tell your story, I can see the naïve, outspoken, bright young actress with a point of view materialize again. Is it the self-actualized vampiress or the anxious girl that’s the facade here?”

She blinked, clicked her tongue, and took another long sip of blood.

“You’re very good at your job. Neither of them is a facade, though. I am one hundred and eight years old, Daniel, going on one hundred and nine this December, and if there is one thing I despise it is inauthenticity and the expectation of it in others; everything that I have been was real and still exists in me. I have not changed from one type of person to another, I don’t even like to think about people as types of people-I’ve never really entirely transformed, we just react to our surroundings. And if we’re lucky, and intentional about it, sometimes we grow. I hold just enough compassion for my younger self to still call her my own.”

In response to this, he just looked at her for a while, clearly on the edge of laughter.

“What?”

“If there’s one thing you despise it’s inauthenticity, and yet-”

“Okay, look-”

~

Nineteen Thirty-Six, Paris, France

“Interesting,” Armand murmured against her lips, which still burned in the glow of the contact and the spotlight. “I suppose a few folks do enjoy something similar to a happy ending.”

“Give them just one per show, perhaps. We don’t want to let them get too comfortable,” Isabelle joked. She was floating. She was falling. She was-

“‘We’?”

She pulled ever so slightly away to look him in the eye for a moment, and, remembering themselves, they ran hand in hand offstage and ducked into an alcove.

“Well,” she said, half out of breath, “what exactly were you planning on doing with me after this ‘grand rescue’?”

Asking this, she started to come down from her stage-lights-and-dark-curls-induced high, now realizing that she was somewhat stuck and yet somewhat thrilled about it, but Armand took her hands and started to whisper-

“The Great Laws still stand. In order to remain alive, you’d have to keep remaining alive-that is, one of us would eventually have to turn you. There’s usually a hierarchy that new members must work their way through, but if I must justify your staying to the coven as a catalyst for ticket sales, we will not have to wait to write you a role of your own-this Death and the Maiden concept is something that I am sure Sam could run with-”

Then there was a scream.

On instinct, Isabelle broke away from Armand and went to the wings to see what had-

…Oh.

To her horror, in those few seconds, the vampires had taken some other poor soul for their sacrifice-she sickened to wonder whether they kept ‘extras’ downstairs-who was now being dragged onstage, soon to be devoured by Santiago in her place.

I was supposed to die, but because I had to go and be a big ham about it, some other innocent person will be killed.

She began to scream and moved to run back onstage, but Armand came from behind, held one hand over her mouth, and secured her waist with the other arm. He whispered to her again, more urgent now:

“This is what we are. This is what we must do. If this is not how you wish to live, I will bring you to rest with not a single ounce of pain, but it would pain me to do it.”

“It would pain you…” came her hand-muffled, dazed reply. “What makes that any different than that person out there, or any of the rest you’ve overseen the killing of? You’ve known me for one day-”

Then the vampires were taking their bow, to a cheering audience surely wondering where their pair of ‘young lovers’ were in the lineup, but Isabelle could see behind them now.

And behind them was a body, mangled beyond recognition, motionless on the stage just long enough for the image to be burned into her mind forever before a trapdoor opened and it fell through with a large clunk. The audience roared with oblivious excitement, the coven members smiled more brightly than ever, and the trapdoor closed again, having claimed another entire life of quirks and memories and flaws and dreams.

Isabelle screamed, truly screamed this time, drowned out by the crowd.

She then pushed Armand aside, bolted from the wings, and vomited.

In what could not have been a physically possible amount of time, he was suddenly near her again, holding her hair back as if it was a bad batch of seafood and not an act of his coven’s that she was sickened by. With a flick of his hand, the door to the room they were now in closed and locked as she wiped her mouth and sobbed.

When she stumbled backwards, his were the only arms to fall into.

“I have, in fact,” Armand said with shocking tenderness, “known you for longer than a day. Those of us with the Dark Gift cannot deny our ability to hear thoughts-it is something like your mortal people-watching. And, night after recent night, I have heard the melodic strain of a soul calling out to be seen. I have heard musings, wishes, and arguments such that I could barely believe they all came from one source. The Théâtre des Vampires has been greatly in need of something lately-this position I hold was not necessarily my choice, and I often find myself longing. So, I searched through the newly arrived voices of Paris…and I found a lark.”

She could only wipe away a leftover tear, considering him with every remnant of mental alertness she had left after such an endless night. Try as she might to keep the victim’s mangled body in her mind, her heartbeat was indeed slowing; she was comforted without consciously wanting to be.

“It is not typically in my nature to bring this curse of eternity onto others. If it is not in yours to join, that is-”

“What if I added a condition?”

She nearly surprised herself with these words, and very clearly surprised him as well.

“A condition?”

What Isabelle had seen the past two nights was horrid beyond comprehension, but it was undeniable that she had, at times, found it beautiful beyond imagination. Her options were to give up entirely and die without ever getting a chance to build her own life, or to try to ease the harm done by this coven from the inside while allowing herself to enjoy being apparently beloved in some way or another.

And if she needed to go, there was a whole world waiting, and eternity to find herself in.

And the only way to secure that that she could think of in this moment was-

“Let me choose the victims.”

Armand’s eyebrows raised, and he tilted his head back as if to say, “explain.”

“I have met some lovely people since I first arrived in Paris,” Isabelle began, regaining a bit of composure, “and some absolutely awful people, people in power who use it only to cause hurt. Yes, it would be shitty to play God like this, but as long as your species-which-well-our species, soon, I suppose-must drain others to survive, we may as well be intentional about it.”

As he listened to the end of this monologue, Armand seemed through a flicker of the eye to become relieved-it is in her, she’d take to this better than we all thought-and an almost boyish glee cracked through his expression. He kissed her birthmark once more, then her palm, then her wrist.

Unconventional as it may be, Isabelle thought with a smile, this could be the new beginning I’ve always hoped for.

Although she did not want to live forever,

She wanted to live.

[igotsnothing]

OC QUESTIONNAIRE

Thanks for the tag, @stargazer-sims and @eljeebee! I really enjoyed reading your questionnaires! And since you both tagged me, I am going to do this for Sasha and Gideon because I'm obsessed with telling their story, and I need a little fluff for them; they've been going through a lot recently.

Gideon: Interesting! Ready?

Sasha: Nooooo.

Gideon: I'll go first.

NAME: Gideon Westergaard

NICKNAME: None (Sasha: Oh, I can think of a FEW, all of them unpublishable.)

GENDER: Cis man

STAR SIGN: I honestly don't know...and I don't really care. (Sasha: He's a virgo, obviously. Please.)

HEIGHT: 6'3 (1.90 cm)

ORIENTATION: Bi, like many vampires.

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Citizen of San Myshuno, member of the Forgotten Hollow Coven, originally from somewhere further north of Windenburg.

FAVORITE FRUIT: Sasha... (Sasha: SERIOUSLY? You think that's funny? F*ck you!)

FAVORITE SEASON: Fall.

FAVORITE FLOWER: Lily of the valley

FAVORITE SCENT: Cartier's Pasha.

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: (Gideon: *Looks at Sasha.* Sasha: DON'T YOU DARE. NO.) Scotch. If good quality, I prefer it neat. (*Sasha pretends to puke*)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: I don't need much sleep; I usually get 4-5 hours.

DOGS or CATS: *Grins broadly* My kitten, of course. (*Sasha grumbles incoherently*)

DREAM TRIP: I actually love San Myshuno. I like going to the art galleries, theaters, concert halls- all the activities the city has to offer. But if I had to travel somewhere...I like skiing. Mt. Komorebi is quite the challenge.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: I don't really get cold.

RANDOM FACT: Vampires are connected to their covens via specific bloodlines. Gideon has a coven sire, who turned him- but the one who claims him as her "child" is his coven's mistress (more to be revealed...can't wait to share.)

Gideon: Your turn!

Sasha: Hello, nosey people! Why don't you mind your own bu-

NAME: Sasha Velky

NICKNAME: Sash. Sassy, but don't call me that ever. Loco- but only Hector gets to call me that (Gideon visibly bristles at this). And...that's it. (Gideon mouths 'kitten' and winks. Sasha does not acknowledge this and maintains a steady glare.)

GENDER: Cis man

STAR SIGN: Okay, my sun sign is Taurus, moon sign is Leo, and Aquarius rising! (Gideon: What? Was that even Simlish? Sasha: That's such a virgo reaction.)

HEIGHT: 5'9 (1.75 cm)

ORIENTATION: Homosexy (Gideon: Did you mean homosexual- Sasha: NO! I know what I said! It's a JOKE! I didn't get mixed up this time! You are so pretendcious sometimes! *Gideon doesn’t dare correct him this time; Sasha’s irritated enough.*)

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: I'm from San Myshuno, born and raised, but my mom was from Simvlakia and I understand and speak Simvlakian a little bit. I can't write it for sh*t.

FAVORITE FRUIT: Twinkies. (*Gideon shakes his head*)

FAVORITE SEASON: Summer.

FAVORITE FLOWER: Sunflowers.

FAVORITE SCENT: (*Looks sheepishly at Gideon*) Cartier's Pasha. (*Gideon sits up, pleased*)

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: Cigarettes. (Gideon: What happened to quitting? Sasha: I'm no quitter! Hey- don't look at me like that...I am trying. It's been three days, ok? Gideon: I'm so proud of you!)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: I need 7-8. I'm a pretty deep sleeper.

DOGS or CATS: Yes.

DREAM TRIP: I don't know...I haven't really been out of San Myshuno. I always wanted to visit my mom's family in Simvlakia, but I wouldn't know where to begin. After she died, my father got rid of all her pictures, her papers, documents...I don't have anything from her, except for a stuffed animal from when I was really little. (*Gideon inhales sharply and his expression darkens- it begins to soften again when Sasha rests his head on his shoulder.*)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: One? Two? I guess I get cold at night. (Gideon, knowingly: Hey- I can keep you warm at night. *Sasha, perking up*: You are a pervert! Is this a ploy to get me in your bed? Gideon: Always... Sasha: *Snickers*)

RANDOM FACT: Sasha has a green thumb. It's something he shares with his late mom. He's really good with plants.

I AM TAGGING: @agena87, @damseljamsel, @lynzishell, @alinelie (plz plz plz!), @simarcana (Alika or any of your fabulous OCs), @eslanes (love your stuff and saw you have more storytelling coming soon?), and even though @greighish is taking a hiatus, I AM NOT ! This is all optional, do it if you want to, ignore me at your own risk, up to you! ❤️😆

[jollyfang]

This blog has been titled ‘Late Night Ramblings’ since it’s inception, but it’s only been recently that I’ve actually started, y’know… actually posting anything that’s not just reblog if other peoples posts.

Which is fine, everybody reblog the stuff they like so they can share it with their own group of followers. And I’m really glad I’ve decidedly to put myself out there and start chiseling out a tiny place for myself in the fandom spaces I’ve been lurking in.

The point I’m making is I haven’t really done a whole lot of the so-called ‘late night rambling’ I set out to do. So here’s some of the shit that’s been on my mind tonight. It’ll be long so I understand if nobody wants to read about something not fandom related (fandom adjacent, maybe?? I do bring up some of my redacted ocs) if you do decide to keep reading- then that’s very sweet if you, much appreciated and I love you for doing that 😊

ANYWAY!

So back when I was still a teenager, roughly around the age of 15 and bored out of my mind on summer break- I discovered a website that would be my first foray into the role-play world. (Not that kind of site and not that kind of role-play, just in case anyone’s mind started swerving into pervy territory)

It was a role play game site called Reign of Blood, it’s still up today but I haven’t played in years. You could make a vampire, talk in the forums, do quests and level up, join a coven; all that fun stuff. PVP and PVE were a thing too but I never did any of that. And it was all completely text based. I was obsessed with it for years, all throughout highschool.

For the years that I was playing what I mostly took part in were the one on one RP chats. There were open chats where you could role play with everyone online at the time but it was much more fun to find a partner and just start telling a story together, just the two of you.

Which is kind of why I’m writing all this now. Because after a year on the site, and I can’t even remember how we found each other, I found an incredible writing partner. We spent two years cultivating a story that, while more than a little cheesy and possibly a bit cringy, has stuck with me for years. And I never knew his real name. His user name was John, he had a proofs picture of Moriarty from Sherlock, and his character was named Dakota.

Dakota Zero. A fallen Archangel.

My character was a hybrid, half susdubus/half vampire. Her name was Xhex Shadowheart. (I was a teenager, it was a vampire game okay..)

She worked as a bodyguard for other supernaturals, was estranged from her family and was hiding from an obsessive ex boyfriend who at one point tried to kill her during the course of the story. Dakota had a whole swath of cool abilities, like healing, teleportation, and telepathy. A skill he taught to Xhex as their relationship grew. He told her that no matter where he was, if she called out to him- he’d hear her. It’s corny I know, but it just seemed so… sweet and poetic for them?

They met, eventually fell in love and had kids. Twins, (Raine and a boy whose name I can’t remember) and they had another on the way we were going to name Calia (I think). Every time she’d get pregnant, Dakota would be so overjoyed and Xhex would be too. She spent a lot of time working out, staying in shape for her job and it was impossible to keep her sitting still throughout her pregnancies.

Dakota was estranged from his parents because of his fallen status, but I distinctly remember a time where his mother sought Xhex out behind her sons back because she wanted to meet the woman that had claimed her sons heart. And Xhex was SO nervous. She didn’t want Dakota to be mad at her, but she also wanted to learn more about him. There was also the fact that she was terrified that she would be deemed dirty or disgusting because of being a vampire, or that her children would be treated poorly by their grandmother for being born from such a disgusting creature.

But it wasn’t like that at all. It was such a sweet moment, the two women meeting, the twin toddlers playing and meeting their grandmother for the first time. I could talk about their story for ages. I used to write down transcripts of our messages just so I wouldn’t forget them because I loved the world we’d created so much.

But… we kinda fell out of touch. Life got in the way for both of us. But just when we’d finally gotten back into contact, we both admitted we’d missed each other and our characters. I was SO happy to reconnect with my friend who I’d missed so much.

We made plans to start the whole story over again, but… unfortunately luck wasn’t on our side. The game site, which was our only point if communication, has a policy of deleting any account that’s been inactive for 30 days. And they didn’t count logging in to the game or sending messages as activity, only completing quests and pvp counted. So they deleted my account. I’ve tried several times, with different accounts to try and find John again, but… I never have been able to. It’s been years since I last tried, and I’m wondering if I should make a new account and try and track him down one more time.

I don’t think it’ll pay off, but you never know till you try right? I’d give anything to talk with him again, find out how he’s doing and ask if he’s missed our friendship as much as I’ve missed his. I don’t know any other way to find him but I really wish I could even just to check in or maybe even restart our story like we’d planned.

I have whole role-play character charts set up for Xhex and their daughter Raine, because even after all these years I still care about them so much. I thought about drawing them and posting them here, but we’ll see what happens.

Anyways, that’s my rant for tonight. If you read to the end, thanks. If not, I understand.

[misslavenderlady]

Love at First Bite pt. 3💞

David/Female!OC & Male!OC/Female!OC

Summary: Months have gone by and the bond between Oliver and Sis has grown quite a lot. So much to a point where romance is in the air between them. When he proves how much he truly cares about her, the vampire king decides it's ready for the next step in bringing Oliver and his bride closer~

This was inspired by @ghoulgeousimmaculate and her characters from the series Party the Pain Away and the various fics that take place afterwards. Ghoulie and I discussed the possibility of having another boy join the coven after so many girls were brought in. Please read the previous parts if you haven't yet!

WARNINGS: Fic contains mentions of animal death, trauma, PTSD emotional manipulation, power dynamics, toxic relationship dynamics, threats, attempted mugging, knife, cut wound, mentions of blood/murder, sex and alcohol, bribery/blackmail. This has references to Ghoulie's stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987.

5 Months Ago 

Sis could never be alone with her thoughts for too long. She always had to keep herself distracted by something during the night. No matter what she was doing – spending time with her babies, going on dates, or hunting for food – she had to keep her mind from wandering.. 

When that happened, terrible memories crept into her brain. Horrifying visions of the nightmares she had experienced while wide awake began to play back. Her mother's murder by her own hand. The first time she witnessed the boys feed. Hunters stealing her child and making an escape into the daylight. 

Those were the memories that she would be forced to relive again and again and AGAIN the day she left this world for good. No beastly monster could ever hope to see the light of a peaceful realm after death. She had to make the most of her time alive. 

After all, she almost didn't make it the night that Cyrus the terrible tore her head from her pregnant body. It was truly hell for her. For them all. 

The times when she struggled with those memories were the ones that she found herself longing for something from her human life. Something that was not corrupted by vampires and bloodshed. She had something long ago, which was taken by that very thing. 

Queen. Her beloved kitty cat. 

Though spoiled beyond belief and incredibly sassy in nature, Queen was a wonderful pet to Sis. Her fur was always soft and fluffy, making it extra pleasant to stroke. Sis loved the way she perched on her stomach to act as a heating pad whenever she dealt with monthly cramps. Her soft purrs and head rubs made Sis' feel safe and loved. 

They were loyal companions until the very end…..when David snapped poor Queen's neck. 

Sis rarely thought about that terrible night. Thinking about holding the body of her fur baby after the horrid crunch of broken bones filled her ears never failed to bring tears to Sis' eyes. The only reason she began to think about her cat again after years of being a vampire was because she had found an old belonging of Queens. 

It had been an uneventful night. Some spring cleaning to occupy her mind. Sis was simply looking for some old antiques to either pawn or decorate the nest with. A velvet jewelry box had caught her eye, sparking an old memory of what she had put inside long ago. 

Queen's collar. The last thing she had to remember the kitty by. It even had the tag with Sis's old address on it. Now it was a faded memory of what was once home for the two.

Any work that had captured Sis's focus was forgotten by her. She was completely stuck. Just staring at the trinket and letting tears slip down her cheeks as she grieved in silence.  

"My sweet," a raspy voice called to Sis, pulling her attention away. "What're you up to tonight?" 

David. Of course, he would pick the worst possible time to try to cause some mischief. Her grip tightened around the woven fabric of the old collar. Her hand trembled terribly, collecting all of her anxiety and anger into one tiny part of her body. 

How dare he show his face now? The murderer who took the innocent pet from this world too soon. Even with love and happiness and a beautiful family, Sis would never forget what a monster her husband was. He struck pure terror in her heart when he took her kitty away. 

He knew how much she loved her baby, and he still killed the cat without an iota of guilt in his blackened heart. 

"Nothing," Sis said, putting the collar back in the jewelry box before shoving it away. "Where's that bottle of absinthe we have?"

David raised an eyebrow at her question. When Sis needed a powerful drink, she usually went for vodka. She had to be in a really bad mental state if she wanted something even harder. 

Still, he knew exactly why she wanted it. He could hear all the mournful thoughts of the pet he destroyed long ago. Her lingering trauma from the incident with Cyrus made him realize she needed something to help her feel better.

"Bottom center cupboard on our drink shelf in the study," he told her. "It's tucked away in the very back."

Sis nodded, immediately taking leave. She kept her eyes focused on the ground she moved on, not meeting David's gaze. Though it wasn't exactly subtle, David excused that, as he knew her negative feelings were caused by him. 

The darkness in him did not feel remorse for what he did long ago. In his corrupted mind, it was a necessary step in the training to bring the little lady into his life. The queen of the undead needed to be aware that actions had consequences. 

Still, David and his boys had grown softer since Sis had come into their lives. She brought out warmth and love they had once assumed was gone when their humanity was destroyed. The past few years had been nothing but sacrifice from her. 

She deserved so much for all that she had given for this family. Perhaps the least he could do was provide a new companion as a replacement for Queen. Something protective and loyal, yet kind and gentle with her. Something to keep her safe. 

Something…..or someone. 

Current Day

Oliver wasn't sure what he did to deserve someone as fantastic as Sis, but he wasn't going to take it for granted. 

Ever since the girls night out she had with her lady friends, Oliver has gotten the opportunity to spend more and more time with her. It became a special bonding experience for the two of them. 

A few times a week, Sis would stroll into the restaurant on the arm of a gorgeous date or two. Sometimes it was her husbands, other times it was one of her girlfriends, and sometimes it was a fresh face that ended up disappearing before the date even ended. Oliver didn't know what their problem was ditching her like that, but that just motivated him into making her night extra special. 

Every time the closing hour came, Sis stuck around a little longer. She always saved some wine for the two of them to share, invited him to take a seat, and spent some time chatting with Oliver. 

It was one of his favorite things to look forward to during the week. He endured plenty of chaotic shifts just to get his moments alone with her. 

He was pleasantly surprised to find out how much they had in common. They both had a parent who lost their spouse, but still persisted in life, they both valued hard work, and they both adored children. It was just so easy to talk to her about the ups and downs of life. 

"I gotta say, you're really lucky having such a big family," Oliver complimented her over their drinks. "I wanted brothers and sisters so bad when I was a kid."

"I'm sure you would have been the best big brother to them," Sis assured him. It brings me joy to have my family by my side, but I do get what it's like to be lonely. To want some companionship."

That was certainly something Oliver could understand. His father couldn't bear to find love again when his mother passed. He didn't blame the guy, as he talked so highly of her when recounting stories of her life. Even if he could barely remember her, Oliver could tell his mother was the light of his father's life. 

He had always wanted to find that kind of love too. 

"I'm just grateful for all the after school stuff. Playing basketball with my friends and coaching the younger kids was always a highlight after my day."

"I think it's sweet how devoted you were to them," Sis cooed. "A good man who cares about little ones is hard to come by."

Oliver's cheeks flushed and his smile widened from his feelings of bashfulness. No matter how many nights he sat across from Sis and talked about life, he always found himself overwhelmed with positivity from her words. She was just so full of warmth and kindness. He treasured that quality in her more than she probably realized. 

"It's the least I could do. And even so, I think you're even more admirable. Being a parent to three babies and helping take care of several others is no small task."

"You mean that?"

"Of course I do!" Oliver assured her. "I'm sure you're an amazing mom to them." 

Sis smiled back at the redheaded boy. Oliver had such a natural gift for making her happy. For far too long now she had heard the despicable thoughts of humans around her. Ones that saw her as a piece of meat to stick their dick into, or only told her pretty lies to get on her good side for their personal benefit. 

But whenever she gazed into his mind, she only saw kindness. Someone who genuinely wanted to listen and be her friend. Sure, he found her to be quite attractive, but his desire to be respectful outweighed everything else. He supported her other relationships and felt happy just getting the chance to spend time with her. 

The more she got to know him, the more Sis found herself growing attached to the human. So much to a point where the fear of going out into the cold, dark world was no longer as strong as it once was. 

"Ollie," she spoke, reaching outward to stroke her painted nails across his fingertips. "It's a beautiful night out. You wanna go for a walk along the beach?" 

Green eyes widened and his freckled cheeks stretched to accommodate his big smile.

"I'd love to!"

It had been ages since Sis felt comfortable enough to go out without her mates acting as security. Though she was well aware of their presence lurking in the shadows not too far from where she went, progress was still being made. 

Sis loved the open space of the Santa Carla Beach. Having a slower time in the year allowed her to enjoy the long miles of sand and water. Just the sounds of the breeze and the rocking waves to act as background. 

It was all so perfectly peaceful, and Oliver helped make it even more special. 

He truly was a gentleman, holding out his arm for her to hold onto. All she had to do was stay by his side and nuzzle close as she talked about whatever she wanted. 

All the while, Oliver's heart was racing like a jackrabbit. It made the vampire queen delighted to know he was so head over heels for her. Even without the physical reactions, she could still hear a massive collection of wild thoughts in his head. They all spun around like a tornado. 

She's so amazing. I feel like such a dork compared to her. Am I walking too fast? Too slow? Her perfume smells incredible. She's so beautiful. Don't fuck this up, Oliver. You're so lucky to be with her. 

I really want to kiss her. 

Sis sighed peacefully and relaxed against her tall companion. Such frantic thoughts made for the perfect lullaby to soothe a stressed vampire. 

"I'm sorry, am I being too quiet?" Oliver asked out loud. Little did he know he was being far from it in his head. 

"Not at all, darling~" Sis assured him. 

Boy, did that get his heart fluttering even faster. 

Sis enjoyed the sound of it all throughout their stroll. Even as they moved out of the sandy stretch of land and back onto the concrete sidewalks that connected into the city area, Sis was only focused on her companion.

So much to a point where she almost wasn't paying attention when a new presence made itself known. 

"FREEZE!" 

The sudden shout made the two of them jolt in surprise. Both their sets of eyes locked on a figure that had jumped out from behind a random street corner. A black ski mask covered the man's entire face while dark clothes and gloves covered the rest of his body. 

In his hand was a switchblade knife. Long and shining under the moonlight. Oliver's heart nearly stopped at the sight of the weapon. 

"Don't do anything stupid," the man hissed. "You're both gonna do exactly as I say. Got it?" 

Sis was not at all impressed by this idiotic robber. Too many times she'd dealt with his kind. They all wave around some weapon that can't actually do permanent damage on a creature like herself, make empty threats in exchange for money or jewelry, and yet scream like babies as she tore their throats out. They never learned their lesson. 

But Oliver didn't know that. In his mind, she was just as human as he was, and the first instinct he had was to protect her from getting hurt by this stranger. 

To Sis' surprise, Oliver gently tugged her behind his back. He put both his hands up in defense while keeping her blocked from any attacks he feared the robber would pull. 

"Okay okay," he said, trying his best to sound calm and collected. "I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt her."

The robber gripped his switchblade tighter, waving it in the redhead's face.

"I won't hurt her so long as she hands over all the jewelry she's got on. Starting with that fancy looking choker."

If her heart still could beat, it would have skipped at that moment. Sis' eyes widened in fear and her hand fell to the base of her necklace out of instinct. 

Besides her wedding ring, that particular piece of jewelry meant the world to her. David had gifted it to her as a way to cover up the nasty scar that Cyrus left the night he took her head off. She couldn't stand the sight of it without the haunting memories, so David made sure she had the beautiful piece to cover it and take her mind off of that traumatizing experience. 

Not only that, but having a collar style brought her memories of when Queen was still alive. Though it wasn't like the collar her kitty had, such a style of jewelry had familiar aspects that gave Sis comfort. Like she would always have a piece of her companion with her. 

She couldn't bear the idea of getting her choker taken away. Oliver could sense the fear in her heart as she cowered behind him, gripping his arm tightly. 

He wouldn't let her get hurt in any way. 

"Look, man," Oliver said. "I've got over a hundred and fifty dollars from the tips I made tonight in my wallet. I've also got my debit card. They're all yours if you want, just please don't take her stuff."

"Oliver…" Sis whispered. She couldn't believe how even in the face of danger he was willing to sacrifice his own belongings so hers wouldn't be taken away.

That answer didn't fly with the robber though.  

"Fuck you, asshole! I said EVERYTHING," the robber snapped, getting angrier by the moment. He wasn't fucking around, and he made certain the two understood him loud and clear.

With a flick of his wrist, the robber swiped the switchblade outward, slicing towards Oliver. Though he jumped backward, the sharp edge nicked his skin, causing him to yipe out in pain. 

Sis was ready to start breaking bones and tearing limbs. How dare this piece of shit hurt Oliver? It was like kicking a puppy. Even so, he must have had the same thing in mind, because he acted faster than she did. 

Even with his new wound, Oliver moved swiftly, using a fist to knock the handle out of the robber's fingers. Merely half a second after that, he threw himself shoulder-first into the upper torso of his attacker, knocking him off balance and sending him down on his ass. It was truly a "blink and you'll miss it" moment. 

"Leave us alone, creep!" Oliver scolded at him, kicking the discarded switchblade across the pavement and into a nearby storm drain. It clanged against metal bars before disappearing from sight. 

Even with a disarmed and injured attacker, Oliver and Sis didn't wait around to see what he planned next. Hand-in-hand, they ran in the opposite direction, putting plenty of distance in between themselves and him. With a good pace, they were able to make it out of the area and back to the entrance of his apartment building. Even something small and dingy was better than dealing with a mugging. 

"Ollie, you crazy boy!" Sis said in shock, ushering him inside. She couldn't believe the amount of bravery the human had shown. "You could have gotten hurt worse. You could have gotten killed!" 

Even with her frightened expression, Oliver returned one with a soft look in his eyes. 

"So could you," he pointed out. "I was scared to death he was gonna do something bad to you. I couldn't let that happen!" He tried to fish his apartment keys out, but was too distracted by the blood dripping and pain shooting in his hand. 

Though the bright red painted his pale skin beautifully, Sis was surprisingly not in the mood to feed. Her undead heart was aching over how Oliver put himself in danger like that. He had no idea how unnecessary it was to do something courageous for a vampire. 

"Let's get you patched up, Hun," she cooed, taking the keys from his grasp in order to unlock the door.

Though Oliver didn't have much since moving to Santa Carla, he at least had preparations for emergencies. A hefty first aid kit was packed away under the kitchen sink, completely stocked with enough gauze, disinfectant, and wound cleaning supplies for a whole army. 

Even with his competency in caring for the cut, Sis still helped as much as she could. She tenderly held his injured hand while he used the good one to finish cleaning and bandaging. Her soft fingers caressed his skin to help soothe him more. 

"There! Good as new!" Oliver stated proudly. His hand would heal in no time. 

"Well, at least let me help a little bit more," Sis offered. She lifted Oliver's hand to her lips, gently kissing over his bandages. Whenever one of her babies got a boo boo, she did the same thing. It made the redhead smile. 

"That does help me feel better, thank you.*

The two of them fell silent for a moment. It made Sis ponder about what this boy had done for her. For months now he had taken care of her as a go-to server. He loved to wait on her hand and foot. The nights they spent drinking wine and talking about life made her feel like her heart could start beating again. He was just so genuine and sweet. 

And now he had proven he'd put his life on the line for her. Though she was more than capable of protecting herself, Cyrus had taken away a piece of her bravery. Her dignity. Her power. 

Oliver returned it to her. He wouldn't ever let anything hurt her when she was out enjoying the night she was reborn into. That was something she couldn't possibly repay him for in thanks. 

But it couldn't hurt to try anyway. 

"Maybe this will help even more," she whispered. With her eyes fluttering shut and her body moving forward, Sis brought herself in nice and close so she could kiss him. 

The hammering of Oliver's heart was like a sympathy in her ears. His lips were red-hot on her chilled skin. Her breathless body enjoyed the sigh of delight he let out. Both his arms wrapped around her as she took hold of his face in her hands. 

He was practically putty in her hands now. Warm and cozy and full of joy. 

Oh God, I think I love her. 

Make that full of love. 

Outside the apartment, a familiar figure was watching the dim light flicker in one of the windows. Smoke puffed past his lips as he took another lungful of his cigarette. He had gone through the whole smoke, and yet he didn't once take his eyes off of the silhouette before him. 

His wife was kissing the human waiter. A passionate kiss. One that radiated with gratitude and warmth. He would have been overwhelmed by the little green monster called jealousy if he knew Sis would push her luck with Oliver. But she didn't. Their kiss ended with the two holding each other. A hug of great tenderness to share their gratitude in one anothers safety. 

He knew Sis was falling for Oliver. She would have drained him ages ago if she wasn't. Though he preferred to see his fellow coven members touch his bride rather than some lowly human, he knew this was what was best for her. She needed a new love. A companion to make her feel safe. 

"Everything go alright, my king?" 

David turned his head away from the window to look at the guest he now had. Hidden in the shadows was a figure clothed from head to toe in black. A ski mask shielded his face. 

"It did," he answered, flicking the butt of his cigarette onto the ground. "You can take the mask off. Nobody will see you."

The figure nodded before peeling the mask off his head. A mess of dark curls were freed, revealing the appearance of Matthew, Oliver's coworker. It wasn't long ago that he had offered the redhead advice on playing it safe around David and his wife. To be good and live to see another day. 

But even those who looked out for the innocent in Santa Carla still remained trapped under the claws of the vampire king. 

"You did good tonight, kid," David complimented him. He slipped a gloved hand into his pocket, revealing a massive envelope stuffed full with five thousand dollars. Much more than what Oliver has offered to spare Sis. 

Matthew frowned, hesitating at the reward. It never felt right doing things like this, and it never got better. 

"I hope I didn't hurt him too bad. I wish I had used a fake knife instead…"

"Nonsense! It wouldn't have been authentic," David smirked, pushing the cash into Matthew's hand. 

"Don't beat yourself up over it. You did your job, and now you can go home to that handsome fiancé of yours. I'm sure that money will be quite helpful for your wedding. Ian's a very lucky guy. Wouldn't want to lose someone special like that, right?" 

Matthew gulped, hands trembling and growing clammy from the king mentioning his husband-to-be. He had made threats to stop by for a visit if Matthew didn't agree to this in the first place. 

"Yes, my king," he sighed. "So long as you and the queen are happy, then we're happy". 

David grinned devilishly to himself. Now that the redheaded boy had passed the test, he knew for certain he was going to make the perfect gift for Sis. With his eyes moving back over the light of the window, his mind danced with devious plans of what was to come next for Oliver. 

"Oh believe me, I am ecstatic." 

end of part 3

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[morganas-pendragons]

Prison of My Own Making | Klaus Mikaelson

Never in my life have I seen a man more touch starved then this one. Getting my hand into writing TO version of Klaus because this guy needs gentleness. This features the details of a character I will probably end up turning into an OC. Enjoy whatever this is!

Set during s2 of the originals

***

He's lived for ten centuries. Ten centuries of anguish, pain, self-hatred and loathing unimaginable. Klaus Mikaelson does not consider himself a good man. He is not noble. He is not just.

He is a fabrication of bones and blood and a heart that is trapped inside a prison of his own making.

You don't bother to reach out to the rest of the Mikaelsons. ojust as long as they have, vengeful and ancient for all that's happened over the thousand years of your life. You're a witch who has rebuilt New Orleans from the ground up with the aid of Marcel who remained after the fire in 1919 and you are always at the call of the Mikaelsons.

It doesn't help. You don't want to be at the call of a family that has only ruined your life. You don't want to love them all the way you do. You don't want the bond Rebeckah, Elijah and Niklaus have.

Niklaus. You still remembered the first time you'd whispered his name, a sweet wonderful word that felt as if it had come from the very depths of a dream. His name was beautiful. No matter how bloodied it was.

You've tried to deny one very simply fact since you had been introduced to Niklaus in the village all those lifetimes ago. You'd been far more innocent there. More human. Losing your Coven to the massacre that had happened following the Mikaelson's departure had ruined you.

But nothing compared to the way Klaus Mikaelson ruined you. While you had mourned the ones you'd loved to the wolves and the vampires, you had welcomed the ruination of loving someone who would never dare to love you.

Why would he? He wasn't capable of loving anyone.

***

He is capable of loving someone. Thing is, he doesn't want to. Even after all of the conversations he'd had with Cami about the supposed goodness she thought she saw in him... he couldn't see that in himself. Niklaus does not deserve love, nor redemption, nor comfort.

But for some reason he manages to find it in you through something that seems so.. human. Touch. Klaus could still remember the first time he felt it, when you'd come to his aid after being beaten and bloodied by the man he'd come to call father.

He remembered the way your dress brushed against the forest floor, a shimmer of gold and green against the dead leaves as you rushed toward the sound of his cries. "Niklaus," You murmured as you fell to your knees beside him and took his hands into your own. "Can you stand?"

"You need not to be here," He argued. Of all the people to come to his aid, you were the last one he wanted to be here for fear his father would retaliate and hurt you instead. Klaus would take all the anguish and suffering if it meant you were spared. "Father-"

"I don't care about your father." You said firmly. Klaus' eyes flickered down to where your fingers were gently massaging in the medicinal ointment you carried in your satchel. Even for someone who didn't actively practice magic - you utilized the earth more then your magical abiltiies - there was still a bit of magic in every action you did. This included. "I care about you."

By the time Mikael had arrived, Niklaus' hands were bandaged and he was left mulling over the ghost of the kiss you had rushed to place on his forehead before disappearing back into the woods.

That kiss had burned him for years afterward. If Klaus still concentrated enough, he could feel the brand it left behind against his skin.

"Niklaus."

No... no no no, you're not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be with Elijah, watching over his older brother so he doesn't do anything rash. Hayley is gone and married and Hope is safe even if Klaus thinks that her husband is a blithering idiot who doesn't have the capability to be a fierce Alpha.

"You have better places to be," He replied casually, peering down at the cobblestone road and the tourists who lingered. You were well aware of the mechanics of the Mikaelson body language you were looking at. What you were witnessing was agitation and fear. "Like watching over Elijah."

"Cami is with Elijah." You reply. Hope, now nestled against your hip, cooed at the sight of her father as you approached. The sound of his daughters voice was enough to draw him out of his stupor and turn to face her. ''I wanted to be up here with you. So does she. She won't stop looking around and smiling."

Klaus looks... taken aback. Like this is surprising. "Why would you want to be up here with me of all people? You are an eternal witch who has their pick of the litter downstairs in that ballroom. It's a wedding celebration. Celebrate."

Hope coos as you slowly move closer, fingertips dancing along the exposed column of his throat to curl loosely at the nape of his neck. Klaus knows he should recoil. That he should hate being touched this way.. but if anything he welcomes it.

And that is why he burns for you.

If anyone can free him of this prison of his own making, it's you.

"Your daughter is home. You get to prove that you will be a better father then Mikael was to you," You whisper. His eyes don't leave yours for one moment - he is enamored by the way you look at him, by the way you see through him, see him for who he is - as you speak of his goodness and the potential he has to be Hope's father. "And you will be, Niklaus. You aren't alone anymore."

Your fingers move across the smooth skin to curl around his jaw.

"Always and forever."

He is just a breath away.

"Always and forever."

And yet you both hesitate.

***

He thinks about you far too often. You consume him, you overwhelm him. That is his own fault. He had come to terms with not being able to love a long time ago. Loving hurt. Loving would only ruin you.

And you were far too good of a thing in his life to be ruined.

I'm sorry. Your gasp is all he can hear in his ears, the words of you won't and have never hurt me, Niklaus burnt into his mind as he laid your body on the floor. You refused to hurt him the way he had been hurt by his siblings. You were the only one who never doubted his intentions.

Not until then. Not until he'd sunk his teeth into your neck.

When I looked into your eyes as I laid you to rest, all I could see was betrayal. Klaus brushes your hair away from your eyes tenderly and turns to face Dahlia. Your blood drips from his lips onto the floor. And I can only hate myself for it.

Klaus leaves you with one plea: Take care of his daughter. Nevermind the fact he did the one thing he promised you he would never do, nevermind the fact you are equally as hurt as he is. This action feels as if it is the proverbial nail in the coffin.

You don't bother to reach out to the rest of the Mikaelsons. You tuck yourself away in a spelled room in the compound with Hope, pressing her into your chest and singing songs from times long gone.

Look at what's happening to me... I can't believe it myself...

Your eyes flutter closed as your voice echoes throughout the empty halls. Since the tension has risen with Dahlia's return, you feel more as if it is the remains to a tomb of a divided family then a home. That's all New Orleans feels like to you, someone who lost their entire coven here. A tomb.

Suddenly I'm up on top of the world... It should've been somebody else...

Hope yawns and fists your shirt in her little fingers as she slowly begins to succumb to sleep.

Believe it or not, I'm walking on air...

I never thought I would be so free...

The whole song is a lie. You aren't free, you will never be free. But you most definitely intend on showing Klaus Mikaelson just how deeply he hurt you.

Flying away on a wing and a prayer

Who could it be?

Believe it or not.. it's just me....

Outside the room he is not invited into, a lonely hybrid with an aching heart listens to the lull of your voice. The heart trapped within thrums painfully against the confines of his ribcage, begging to be freed and land into the hands of one capable enough to care for it.

That's if you'd even look him in the eye after this.

Believe it or not.. it's just me...

He's lived for ten centuries. Ten centuries of anguish, pain, self-hatred and loathing unimaginable. Klaus Mikaelson does not consider himself a good man. He is not noble. He is not just.

And he certainly does not deserve your love.