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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/ria-coolgirl/720309005020446720/fruit-emoji-ask-game-for-fic-writers

🍍🫐 for the fruit asks

Hello my dear @ria-coolgirl I'm finally happy to answer something like this (I find this very cool because followers learn more about you and your stuff and I I just like that)

Pineapple : So AU first what I like. I like alternative universes where everything is darker, bloodier and full of fear and pain. I don't know why but like making kids/youth series darker and a big what if we just throw in a couple of guns, vampires and monsters and see what it's like. (I already did that with die wilden kerle (the wild soccer bunch), a German children's series where I just threw in weapons, a what if after the fifth film there was something else and a bit of gayness and violence (and it went down really well and mayn liked it which made me really happy). What I also like for alternate universes is when you put two different fandoms together (can be just one fandom) and (characters have to harmonise well and it has to be well written) and maybe send them to a different time than the one they are in. But not in a ,,Oh my god where are we" way, but that it has always been set in that time.

But what I don't like at all is that I haven't read anything good for it, for example harry potter but without magic or you take away the skin feature and just make it normal like school life or something that I just find kind of boring.

One thing I don't like in fanfiction in general (everyone can read whatever they want, I just don't click on it and look for something else) is A/B/O or Omegaverse. I just don't like it at all which is not least due to the fact that this au (if you can call it that) disturbed me in the mha fandom (but I am also (luckily) not in the mha fandom which scares me and I found the manga boring). I don't know this whole heatwave and knots and male pregnancy thing is not mine and I don't like it (maybe I hate it more than a little bit but seriously everyone can read what they want)

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Blueberry : So coming to the blueberry I'll just list a few fandoms

The Adventures of Tintin : Tintin and Sakharine I know there are a few things about the 2011 film on ao3. But I think they both have so much potential, especially in the darker obessions area which I just love. This cat and mouse game between the two and how Skaharine actually wants to get rid of Tintin only to have him for himself - I like the concept a lot.

House of the Dragon : A shipping I have only read a one-shot for is Otto Hightower and Viserys Targaryen. I know it sounds weird but I like to think that maybe they had a bit of a thing together (like Rhaenyra and Alicent) and that broke up for whatever reason. I like to imagine that it is more than just greed for the throne that drives otto and not perhaps revenge that Viserys has turned away from him.

Horror fandoms : So in a little thing of its own a shipping which is a crossover ship. Daniel Matthews from Saw and Quentin from the Nightmare on Elm Street remake. I wrote a one-shot for them and I think they have so much potential. Trauma bonding and angst and just fluff for the two of them together.

Disney : Another crossover ship but that is due to disney crossovers amvs on youtube. Dimitri from Anastasia and Jim from the treasure planet. The two have become my favourite crossover ship simply because of the videos and I just like it.

Fantastic beast and where to find them movie 3 : Anton Vogel and Helmut my sweet german boys. I know that they have I think like zero interactions but me and a friend of mine just love them together in a obsesssive you are mine I'm your way. I also have writen a Four-Shot as my own au (where Anton and Helmut are together, Helmut was a soldier and an ex prostitute and got into buisenss with Anton. Also Percival Graves lives and is together with Credence)

Apart from that, I think that's it for now. I know it's kind of small, but I can't really think of that many at once. I hope it was interesting anyway :)

#request #thanks for the ask!#getting to know me

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universestreasures · 2 years ago

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@crimsonkaiser Sent: FOR THE “YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” DYNAMICS (Accepting)

[ TWENTY ] receiver has been devastated by something. sender holds them until they calm down so they don’t do anything drastic. [Toshiki @ Ahmes... soft,

Seven years to the day...

It had been that long since the vampire royal family lost it’s queen at the hands of the humans who betrayed her, and it’s been that long since that feeling of familial love had lost from the prince’s heart. His father wasn’t the same as he was when she was alive. That much had been obvious if anyone saw the way King Alfred treated his son. The days of pats on the head and sweet reassurances were gone, sharp glares and barking orders replacing what kindness Ahmes had been shown.

Even now as a growing young man, the pain from that loss and the changes it brought still lingers within the prince. One could see it in his ruby hues as they now glance upon her gravesite, his hands clenching a bouquet of her favorite flowers he had picked himself earlier from the castle gardens. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Toshiki coming into his life a few short months later, the prince would be...

Slowly, he kneels down before the site, his hand gently touching the stone’s engravement. Ahmes makes it a point to come and see this place every year on this day to bring flowers and pay his respects. Though, this was the first time he’s ever brought Toshiki along. Normally, Percival alone would come with him, which would mean the human companion of the prince couldn’t attend. With Ashlei being one watching over him currently however, it allowed the other to get to finally go into the castle garden and see the sight for himself.

Ahmes places the flowers before the stone then, making sure they are placed with the utmost care. There are some flowers present already, notably a bouquet of blood red roses. In vampire culture and not much different from human culture, such flowers often were a symbol of love and passion. Anyone could easily figure out who left those there, no doubt earlier in the day before they had to attend to their assigned duties.

“Mother...”

Ruby hues simply stare at the grave, the wind flowing through the prince’s hair. It isn’t long before water starts to form in his heart-broken eyes and his body begins to quiver. Seems like this too was part of the ritual. Not even in front of Toshiki can he make a brave face, but luckily for the vampire, he doesn’t have to.

Scarred hands and arms find themselves wrapped around the tiny royal. Toshiki might not be able to feel the touch he is giving to the prince, but Ahmes can feel it in full. The softness of it, the warmth...All of it he soaks up like a flower would sunlight. It reminds him of his mother’s own touch and the way she once held the prince when he was upset.

One might swear she was in the garden, guiding the human to comfort her son in the ways he needed most...

“Toshiki...Thank you...”

The words come out slowly, but are laced with gratitude despite the tears. Ahmes was truly grateful to Toshiki. He had given him the warmth and light his life had been missing since his mother left this world, along with so many other precious things. He had given the prince a reason to keep living, to keep on moving forward, and to hopefully, one day change this world for the better.

Turmoil still laces his heart at the idea of humans, Toshiki’s own people, being responsible for his mother’s demise, but...he’s come to the conclusion that what happened...had to be a fluke. Those humans were just...unkind and the minority among them. That must be it, right? Otherwise...

“Please...Don’t leave...Don’t leave me...Like she did...” His wish remains unspoken as he sobs, staying comfortably and securely in Toshiki’s arms as his heart continues to bleed for the one who taught him his kindness and empathy.

#💎 Solitary King Of Apocalyptic Flaming Thunder (Crimsonkaiser)#💎 Paladin Treasure (Aichi Sendou)#💎 Paladin Answers (Aichi Asks)#💎 Paladin's Hidden Sanctuary For The Cursed Crimson (Aichi Pale Moon Club AU)#tw long post #tw vampire #tw mention of death #(FIRST USE OF THE GIF ICON TECHNIQUE #(AND ITS FOR SADS ;;;;#(THIS IS ACTUALLY SET NOT TOO LONG AFTER THAT ALFRED DRABBLE I WROTE SO THIS IS ABOUT A 15 YEAR OLD AHMES AKA S1 AICHI AGE #(IMAGINE IF IN THE FUTURE AHMES BREAKS DOWN AGAIN CAUSE HIS MOMS GRAVE IS GONE ;;;;;;;

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imaginationisallihave · 2 years ago

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Characters/people I want to write for - Updated

Okay, I have a list of characters and people I want to write fanfiction for so I'll just put them in categories of what fandoms they are from.

~Marvel~

Bucky Barnes (The White Wolf)

Frank Castle (The Punisher)

Eddie Brock

Venom

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Khonshu

~X-Men~

Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)

Charles Xavier (Professor X)

Logan (Wolverine)

~Harry Potter/FBAWTFT~

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Original! Percival Graves

Credence Barebone

~Shadow and Bone~

Kaz Brekker

Inej Ghafa

The Darkling

~Death Note~

Ryuk

L/Ryuzaki

Light Yagami

~The Boys~

Billy Butcher

Black Noir

Soldier Boy

~The Hobbit~

Thranduil

Thorin Oakenshield

~Call of Duty~

Captain John Price

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John “Soap” Mactavish

Farah Karim

Alex

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Alejandro Vargas

~Interview With A Vampire~

Louis de Pointe du Lac (movie/tv show)

Lestat de Lioncourt (movie/tv show)

Armand (movie)

~Last Of Us~

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

Owen Moore

Jesse

~YouTubers~

Inotorious (Matt) - The Misfits

ElasticDroid (Jaime)

Grizzy (Nelson)

BigPuffer (Chris)

Pezzy (Maxwell/Max)

Isaacwhy (Isaac)

~Miscellaneous~

Diego Hargreeves - The Umbrella Academy

Rafal Mistral - A school for good and evil (movie)

Shane Walsh - The Walking Dead

Elijah Mikaelson - The Originals

Tommy Shelby - Peaky Blinders

Saul Silva - Fate: The Winx Saga

Raymond Leon - In Time

I'm not sure what to write but I know that I'll write some oneshots or something.

#fanfics #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #winx saga #saul silva #bucky barnes #cod fanfic

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sterek-ao3feed-archive · 1 year ago

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Révolution

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49912222 by Anaellaa Après ça deuxième Année Ivy Potter décide de fuir avec ses deux meilleurs amis Diane Malfoy et Nelly Longbottom avec l'aide des gobelin et d'autres êtres magique le monde changera à jamais. Construire un monde - construire une nouvelle école - FemHarryPotter - Ivy Potter - Black FemDracoMalfoy - Diane Malfoy - Black FemNevilleLongbottom - Nelly Longbottom FemSeverusPrince - Severina Prince FemStilesStilinski - Stella Stilinski Gobelin, Vampire, Loup Garou, Nains, Elfes de maison, Haut Elfes, Sirène, Leprechaun, Métamorph loup, chat, panthère, singe, gorille, ours, lapin, serpent, ect..., Banshee, druide, Cracmol, Dark, Angel, Démons, Naga, Phenix ect... Words: 82, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Français Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Teen Wolf (TV), Twilight (Movies), Supernatural Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Aro (Twilight), Luna Lovegood, Caius (Twilight), Marcus (Twilight), Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Edward Cullen, Emmett Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Alice Cullen, Jasper Hale, Carlisle Cullen, Jane (Twilight), Alec (Twilight), Narcissa Black Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Minerva McGonagall, Pandora Lovegood, Xenophilius Lovegood Relationships: Aro (Twilight)/Luna Lovegood, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Narcissa Black Malfoy/Original Female Character(s), Caius/Marcus (Twilight), Jane (Twilight)/Original Character(s), Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale, Edward Cullen/James Potter, Alice Cullen/Jasper Hale, Carlisle Cullen/Esme Cullen, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander, Draco Malfoy/Dean Winchester, Jack Kline/Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Female Draco Malfoy, Female Neville Longbottom, Female Severus Snape, BAMF Harry Potter, BAMF Draco Malfoy, BAMF Neville Longbottom, BAMF Severus Snape, BAMF Sirius Black, BAMF Remus Lupin, BAMF James Potter, Blood Magic, Elemental Magic, Fae Magic, Dursley Family Bashing (Harry Potter), Weasley Family Bashing (Harry Potter), Order of the Phoenix Bashing (Harry Potter), Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Lucius Malfoy Bashing, Good Draco Malfoy, Good Narcissa Black Malfoy, Good Severus Snape, Female Stiles Stilinski, Magical Stiles Stilinski read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49912222

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #IFTTT #ao3feed #ao3feed Sterek #fanfic

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dhr-ao3 · 2 years ago

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Un nouveau monde

Un nouveau monde https://ift.tt/eRsoNFh by Anaellaa Anastasia Potter et sais amis remonte le temps pour sauvé la magie. Et détruire Albus Dumbledore. Tom Riddle sera de la même année que les maraudeurs. Words: 759, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Français Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Teen Wolf (TV), Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Charmed (TV 2018) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Harry Potter, Credence Barebone, Original Percival Graves, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Petunia Evans Dursley, Gideon Prewett (Harry Potter), Fabian Prewett, Fleamont Potter, Euphemia Potter, Orion Black, Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Ethan (Teen Wolf), Aiden (Teen Wolf), Deucalion (Teen Wolf), Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s) Relationships: Credence Barebone/Harry Potter, Original Percival Graves/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley/Other(s), George Weasley/Other(s) Additional Tags: Goblins, Vampires, Fae Harry Potter, Elf Harry Potter, Female Harry Potter, Alpha/Omega, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Wizarding World Bashing (Harry Potter), Time Travel, Good Tom Riddle, Evil Albus Dumbledore, BAMF Harry Potter, BAMF Fred Weasley, BAMF George Weasley, BAMF Hermione Granger, BAMF Draco Malfoy, BAMF Credence Barebone, BAMF Newt Scamander, BAMF Luna Lovegood, BAMF Neville Longbottom, Good Severus Snape, Good Fenrir Greyback, Good Peter Hale, Blood Magic, Magic via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/a7BHQAt May 16, 2023 at 01:31AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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fluorescentpipedream · 2 years ago

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Harry Potter characters

Abraham Wulfric Dumbledore (Y6/Hufflepuff)

Atreyu Mathers (Y6/Ravenclaw)

Barty Crouch Jr (Dark Lord)

Cedric Diggory (Y6/Hufflepuff)

Colin Wood (Trelawny’s son, Divinations professor)

David Black (Y6/Slytherin)

Dravic LeFay (Y5/Ravenclaw)

Elric Switch (Y6/Slytherin)

Eric Stryker (Y5/Gryffindor)

Izzy Zane (Y6/Slytherin)

Jack Benedict (Sara’s father, controls weather-creates storms, works at the ministry)

Jezebelle Wildwind (Y4/Gryffindor)

Kail Ramsey (Y1/Hufflepuff)

Khadgar (Y5/Ravenclaw)

Lazarus Viteri (immortal, Ancient Runes professor)

Lysander Quinn (Y6/Gryffindor)

Nik Ramsey (Y6/Ravenclaw)

Nysander Flagg (Dark wizard)

Orion Marcone (Y5/Hufflepuff)

Percival Graves (Auror/dueling professor)

Peter Jackson (Y5/Gryffindor)

Rian Bones (Y5/Gryffindor)

Ryki Paelyae (Y6/Ravenclaw)

Robert McGonagall (animagus professor/McGonagall’s eldest)

Ronan Black (David’s father)

Sarazia Lacross (Y5/Slytherin/metamorphmagus)

Severus Snape (Potions master)

Sirius Black

Trent White (Y5/Slytherin)

Wilde (vampire/Arithmacy professor)

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knightsimp · 4 years ago

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Just a Little Bit of Blood

Pairing: Vampire!Percival Graves x Reader

Summery: Percival comes home late at night, injured. He needs a little blood to be able to heal.

Genre: Tooth-rotting Fluff, but spicy tooth-rotting fluff.

Word Count: 1600+

Date Posted: February 22, 2021

Warning: Definitely spicy (no actual smut in this, but it alludes to it and is still pretty suggestive), blood talk

Note: Oh god I have never posted any of my suggestive pieces. We were talking about Colin Farrell in Fright Night (2011) and this happened.

Requested by: @sugarbloomart

Percival landed in his apartment, apparating from the MACUSA building. It was late at night, around an hour past midnight. The bustling city was starting to go quiet, though New York never seems to go completely quiet. Percival took off his coat, hanging on the coat hanger near the front door. He pulled off his tie and waistcoat and placed them on the dining table. He did the same thing with his belt.

The blood from the injury on his side had stained his white dress shirt. When he moved, it felt like pins and needles. The man had gotten injured during a mission with a trainee. This trainee had a lot of promise but clearly needed more experience. Unfortunately, Percival paid the price of that inexperience with getting injured.

Percival getting hurt was always a concern. He did not heal like any other human wizard.

“Percival?” Percival looked towards the bedroom door, where (Y/N) was standing. Clearly, his return had woken her up.

Her hair was tossed from whatever sleeping she had already done. She was only wearing a pair of underwear and one of Percival’s dress shirts. Simply said, she was not put together in the slightest.

But to him, she was quite the sight.

(Y/N)’s bare feet did not make a sound on the dark, hardwood floor as she approached him.

“You’re late.” She stated, putting two hands on his chest and dragging them to his shoulders.

“I know, darling.” He gently held her left wrist. He watched as her eyes slowly wandered to his injury.

“Percival!” She gave light pressure to the wound, making him hiss from the sharp pain. “Is this why you are so late to come home?”

“Yes.” He grumbled, running his hand through his hair. “The boy has potential, but...” Percival rubbed her arms, up and down. “I must ask something of you.” (Y/N) is quick to agree, knowing what he is asking of her.

“You need blood, right?” She asked, clarifying.

“Yes.” Percival brushed a little bit of her hair out of her face. “The blood supplements won’t help here.” The blood supplements were just that; they were what Percival can take instead of hunting and taking blood from humans and survive off of that. However, they were not enough for him to heal. While he can heal rapidly, he could not heal at all without real blood. If he were to let an injury go unattended long enough, he would bleed out, regardless of any medical treatment. There was already an anti-wizard growing sentiment growing and a vampire getting spotted would not make matters better.

She sat on the kitchen island, pushing her hair away from the left side of her neck.

“Come on.” She encouraged. Percival smiled, seeing how ready she was for him to take blood from her when he needed it. He stood in between her legs, hands instinctively on her waist.

“As much as I appreciate your kindness, my dear, taking from your neck will be too visible. We both must go into work tomorrow.” (Y/N) hummed, looking off to the side.

“I guess you’re right.” Percival took her left wrist, gently rubbing his thumb over the visible veins. She looked back at him, staring into his dark eyes.

“You’re wrist is another viable area for taking blood.” He suggested. “Not an area you are used to but would make for another spot.” (Y/N) shook her head.

“If secrecy is your concern, my wrists will seem even more suspicious if someone notices. The neck is something more explainable, but the wrist would asking to be found out.” She thought for a moment. “My thigh is always an option.”

“As much as I do love getting in between your legs like that, you don’t need to be limping or in any pain when you go to work.” Now, this was getting frustrating. What would be an area that Percival can take from that would not hinder her as an auror or risk Percival’s true nature as a vampire from being found out?

“What about my chest?” She inquired. “It would be under my clothes and it is not an area that is very mobile during the day.”

“It is not an area that will produce a lot of blood, nor will it be comfortable for you.” Percival gently held onto (Y/N) arm, sliding his hand down to meet hers.

“Well, how much blood do you need for an injury like that?” She gestured to his injured waist.

“Not a lot.”

“Then, let’s do it!” Percival seemed hesitant. “Percival, it is our best option right now.” He takes her cheek in her hand, lips close, and his other hand holding her thigh.

“Are you sure?” He whispered. “This will not be pleasant and I will need to expose you for a moment.” She nodded, still sleepy.

“We’re both adults. It’s not anything you haven’t seen before.”

He popped a couple of buttons on the shirt and pushed the left side of the shirt down her shoulder, just exposing the top of her breast. Of course, she was not wearing a bra underneath. His hands slithered on her body; one on the side of her neck, his thumb under her ear, and the other holding her ribs, just under the breast he was about to take blood from, thumb massaging the side of her breast. His lips were so close to her body.

“Are you ready, darling?” She nodded, biting her lip to prepare for the pinch. When he went in just above her breast, she realized what he meant when he said this was not going to be pleasant. The muscle in the chest is tight, making it painful. The puncture was not pleasant, but otherwise doable given the circumstance.

Oh, but the sounds Percival was making.

To get whatever blood he could from the area, he was sucking on her skin hard. The sounds he was making were absolutely sinful. Not only were the sounds slightly wet, but he was also panting slightly. And the occasional grumble from his throat came through. If he was not trying to get blood to heal his wound, this moment would have taken a very different turn. It was enough for (Y/N) to make a couple of noises of her own which were not from the pain.

Once he was done, he pulled away. Both of them were breathing heavily. Blood had dripped from the wound on her chest to the once-pristine dress shirt she wore.

“Percy, you’re shirt.” She whined, feeling a little lightheaded.

“It’s okay.” He went to her chest once more, licking off the dripping blood from her skin using the flat of his tongue. He put the hand which was sitting on her side on the side of her neck with his other hand. She leaned in, letting her forehead rest on his. The red around his mouth did not scare her in the slightest. No one spoke, but it was very clear how thankful Percival was.

He wrapped her legs around his waist before picking her up. She loosely put her arms around his shoulders, unable to cling on harder. Percival carried her to their bathroom, setting her in the bathtub and sitting on the closed toilet seat. He took his time when stripping her of her chosen nightwear, gingerly unbuttoning the shirt completely and pulling her panties off from under her.

When she was completely naked, he took the time to strip himself. In all honesty, he was ready for the shower after a long day. When he shrugged off his shirt, he saw the tail-end of his injury rapidly healing. He looked down to (Y/N) only to see her smiling up at him, eyes on the verge of closing. She was happy that he was no longer injured and that was all that mattered.

He held her up as warm water from the showerhead poured onto them, each movement of his hands so gentle and full of adoration. One hand rested on her back and the other held her head to his chest, keeping her upright. The blood on both of them was washed off and went down the drain. As much as they both wanted to stay in the moment, (Y/N) was slowly falling back asleep and the slight loss of blood was not helping.

Percival sat her on the bed, putting a cut-out J&J band-aid onto her chest before dressing her in one of her more comfortable nightgowns. It was not until she was lying comfortably on her side of the bed, duvet over her, when he started getting dressed for bed.

He dragged his feet back to the bathroom to freshen up before joining her.

As he was brushing his teeth, he caught a glimpse of those slightly elongated teeth of his. The red had slightly stained his teeth, but a quick brushing washed it away rather quickly.

He rinsed his mouth out completely before looking at his reflection in the mirror.

For years, Percival thought of himself as a monster. He never found someone, in all his years, who was as accepting as the beautiful woman currently in his bedroom. Sure, he should have told her earlier than he did in their relationship, but even then she was so accepting of him.

He pursed his lips, still tasting her blood in the back of his throat. Like her, it was sweet.

Before returning to the bedroom, he drank a glass of water to wash down anything that was left. (Y/N) was already fast asleep when he laid down on the plush mattress. Facing her and entangling his legs with hers, he gently slid his knuckles over her cheek before pulling her into his chest.

Moments like this, he almost felt human again.

#percival graves x reader #percival graves #fbawtft #fantastic beasts and where to find them #percival graves/you #percival graves/reader #percival graves x you #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts x reader #vampire au #vampire!percival #vampire!percival graves #knightsimp writes #reader insert #x reader

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silverynightart · 4 years ago

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More vampire Percival because I love him. ;)

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#gramander #percival graves #newt scamander #vampire au #fantastic beasts #fbtcog #fbawtft #silverynight art

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aethelar · 5 years ago

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You know what you haven't written in a while? Vampires. Proper, old fashioned, gothic vampire story. Go on, you know you want to.

The ruins are dark.

It sounds cliched to say it, like the opening to a bad horror story, but - it’s true.

Newt is in the old castle ruins, and the ruins are dark.

He shifts his grip on the candle in his hand, freeing up two fingers to clutch at the crucifix round his neck. It brings the flickering flame uncomfortably close to his chin, but he needs the reassurance. His other hand is weighed down by the heavy, oversized bible he carries, held shut with iron clasps to keep anything touched by evil from reading it. The cross etched in the cover is inlaid with silver and Newt holds it facing out like a shield.

“The Lord is my shepherd,” he reminds himself. “I shall not want.”

“Shall you not?” a smooth voice asks. Newt spins towards it but he can’t see anything beyond his circle of candlelight. “Doesn’t seem a very good shepherd, if he allows his sheep to wander here.”

Newt swallows. “I will fear no evil! For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me!”

The voice snorts, an inelegant sound somehow made sinister in the way it echoes off the worn stone. “Oh, I bet they do.”

Newt falters in confusion for a second, then his ears burn in realisation. “You can’t say that about God!” he squeaks.

“Why not?” the voice asks, this time from behind him. Newt spins to keep facing it, lifting his candle higher in a futile effort to try and see. “He’s already cursed me, what else can he do?”

“No, that’s not - that’s not how God works, you can’t -”

“I didn’t curse myself,” the voice hisses, and Newt is sharply reminded that it’s not a man, this thing he’s talking to. Not anymore, and he can’t allow himself to think of it as one. “Your loving shepherd chose for me to become what I am. Seems a bit rich for him to blame me for it, doesn’t it?”

“He is loving,” Newt protests, then continues, stronger: “And he didn’t chose you to be, to be evil, he’s good, that’s the whole point of him.” He brandishes the bible, taking a step forward in annoyance. “You’re twisting words. You’re trying to trick me!”

“What would be the point? I’ve met your kind before, little sheep. You’re not interested in truth.”

“Of course I’m interested in truth,” Newt says, fear fading into his growing frustration. He steps forward again, and thinks he sees the trailing hem of the other’s long cloak as they step back out of the light. “That’s what I do, I learn things and I write them down and I teach them to people so that eventually everyone knows the truth. Would you please stop walking away? It’s very rude.”

He’s all but trotting at this point, awkwardly shielding the candle so it doesn’t blow out. He’s not prepared for the figure in front of him to stop suddenly and has to scramble back to avoid walking into them.

“I’m rude?” the voice snarls, startling close behind him, and Newt nearly trips as he spins round. There’s nothing there though, just black, and when the voice continues it seems to echo from all sides of him at once. “You come to kill me, and I’m rude?”

The black, Newt notices with a sinking feeling, is solid in every direction. He doesn’t even have the vague outlines of windows to tell him which way he’s facing. He’s not sure he could find his way out. “You murdered people,” he says, trying to keep his voice level. “In the town, they told me. I have to stop you. And besides, I’m not killing you.” His voice cracks, and his throat seems too dry. He licks his lips to wet them, but it doesn’t help. “I’m freeing you. Your soul. It… I, um, cleanse it of evil and it goes to heaven.”

There’s a long pause. Newt strains his eyes, but it’s still futile. He hopes the creature can’t hear his heartbeat, because it’s deafeningly loud to Newt.

“Poor little lamb,” the voice finally says. It sounds vaguely amused, slinking around Newt in a lazy circle. “What on earth were you trying to teach them?”

It’s a non sequitur, but Newt answers anyway. “The truth. That we are all of God’s creation, that salvation is freely offered if only we accept it, that if we are to love the Lord we must first love what he has made -”

“That we are all equal and all worth the same salvation?” Definitely amused now, there’s no doubting it, and Newt bristles at the mocking.

“We are,” he protests. “I know what some people are saying but I’ve read everything, and it says wealth doesn’t matter so I don’t understand why everyone pretends you can buy your way out of purgatory because as far as I can see you love your neighbour a lot more if you feed them with that money -”

“So you taught them to ask for more and their masters sent you to me. Did they also tell you to come at night, or was that more of your learning?”

The implication is impossible to miss, and Newt wonders with a vague sense of terror if it’s supposed to be a threat. If it is, it’s a bitter one, but that somehow makes it worse; like the creature is fully aware he’s being used as an executioner, but is already resigned to it happening. Newt stays rooted in place - there’s no point turning, but it’s intensely unsettling to know that there’s someone circling around him like this. “You have to be awake for the ritual,” he says, and he hates how unsure he sounds. He tucks his arms around himself and reaches for his crucifix again. It’s on a silver chain, and even if the cross doesn’t keep the creature back - which it will, it has to - the silver is a comforting barrier to have over his neck. “You can’t attack me,” he continues, steadier. “I’m a monk. God will protect me.”

“Will he,” the creature asks, and between one racing heartbeat and the next he’s standing in front of Newt, close enough to almost touch. Newt stumbles back but the man - creature - merely raises an eyebrow and doesn’t move. He’s slightly shorter than Newt, but clearly stronger, and even in the orange light of the candle his skin is unnaturally pale. His eyes, Newt is horrified to note, are a dark shade of red, and though there’s nothing so crass as a fang showing at the edge of his amused smirk, Newt knows his teeth will be far longer than any human’s.

“Here I am, little sheep,” the vampire says. “Awake and not attacking you. Aren’t you going to save my soul?”

It’s a trap. It feels like a trap. It has to be a trap, but the vampire just stands there, waiting. He’s so still he looks unreal, all his edges too sharp, like Newt would cut himself if he got too close.

“You’ll die,” he says, less as a warning and more to make sure the vampire won’t change his mind and rip Newt’s throat out half way through. “Your soul is purified and your body returns to ash, and you die. And - and there’s an afterlife, it’s not an end death, but. You die.”

“So you say,” the vampire agrees, and that doesn’t exactly sound like informed consent but Newt came here to do a job and he’s going to do it. He balances the bible against his wrist, fumbling with the iron clasps to open it. He holds the candle awkwardly in the same hand, then fetches amethyst and anise from his pocket, along with a small bunch of wormwood. He places them around the vampire in a rough triangle and, after a second’s hesitation, unloops the crucifix from around his neck to wrap around the amethyst. He makes this the head of the triangle, sitting between him and the vampire as an extra level of protection.

“For purification,” he explains, answering the unasked question. “And for peace for the dead. It’s not in the book, I know, but knowledge is still knowledge and I couldn’t see why it wouldn’t be true, so.”

“So you learnt it and you wrote it down and you tried to teach it,” the vampire finishes for him. He laughs, a soft sound that’s more an amused huff than anything else. “Maybe I was wrong when I said I’d met your kind before.”

There doesn’t seem to be much Newt can say to that - the idea that the vampire’s met other monks is worrying, because despite how oddly obliging he’s being now Newt can’t believe that the other meetings ended well. The vampire is, after all, a murderer, and no monk would just walk away from an evil creature terrorising a local town.

He turns instead to his bible. “Deus,” he begins, angling the candle to read the words without dripping wax on them. “Deus meus, respice in me…”

The rhythmic latin is soothing, and Newt loses himself in the familiar rise and fall. He’s aware, in a vague, distant sense, of the vampire’s barely suppressed snarl, the way the candle seems incrementally brighter, the comfort and confidence he feels; he notices when the vampire is forced to one knee, lips pulled back in a growl and claws digging in the dirt for grip. He feels disconnected from it, as though the words are the only thing that matters, and he’s not sure he could stop the measured cadence from spilling out even if he wanted to.

“In conspectu ejus cadent,” he finishes, “omnes qui descendunt in terram.”

The candle flares, then dies so low Newt can barely see. He blinks to adjust his eyes, looking down at the vampire to see if it worked. His head is bowed and he’s statue-still and unmoving.

Newt hesitates. Should he… ask? If the vampire’s ok? Is the body meant to still be there when the soul is gone, isn’t it meant to be ashes?

“The lamb has bite,” the vampire says, breaking into Newt’s thoughts. He looks up, eyes now a burning crimson and open mouth clearly showing his fangs. “But there’s something you missed in your research.” He stands slowly, keeping eye contact with Newt the whole way, and grabs the amethyst in an almost lazy move.

Newt pales, his hand going to his throat. His crucifix. It was wrapped round the amethyst.

“You can’t save a vampire’s soul,” the vampire says, letting the amethyst roll carelessly out his fingers and leaving the crucifix in his palm. “Because vampires don’t have souls.” He closes his hand. When he opens it, the heavy silver cross is a misshapen lump with indents to match his claws, and the chain is a tangled, half-melted mess.

Newt takes a step back, then another, then turns and runs. He can’t remember which way he came in but it’s panic driving him forward, not reason. He can’t see far enough ahead to properly anticipate the walls and he nearly runs straight into one, skidding into a turn at the last second and dropping the bible as he flings a hand out for balance. He goes to push himself off again and keep running when the vampire slams him back against the wall, grip punishingly tight on Newt’s shoulder.

“Let me go,” he gasps, trying to slip out.

“Go where?” the vampire asks. “Deeper into the castle? You won’t find anything there. Back to the town that’s already tried to kill you? Hardly seems like a good idea.”

“They didn’t try to kill me,” Newt says, kicking out viciously at the vampire’s ankle. The hands holding his shoulders down disappear and for a second he thinks he’s free, then the vampire grips his thighs and lifts him up effortlessly to pin him against the wall. Newt squeaks, torn between fear and mortification at the new position.

“They sent you to a vampire at night, armed with a ritual that doesn’t work. You don’t even have a stake, a sword - nothing. If they weren’t trying to kill you then they were doing an awful job of keeping you alive.”

Newt shakes his head, pressing himself back against the wall to keep as much space between them as he can. “That doesn’t make sense, they need me to stop you because you keep murdering people.”

“I don’t, actually,” the vampire says, shifting his grip to hold Newt in place with his hip so he can use his hand to pin Newt’s wrists above his head. He tilts his head consideringly and Newt flushes an embarrassed red. “They murder each other and blame me when anyone starts asking questions. The only ones I kill are the ones that attack me, and that hasn’t happened for a while now.”

“But that - you’re a vampire, killing people is what you do.” Newt moves to gesture with his hands but the grip around his wrists tightens in warning, and he tilts his head instead to illustrate his point. “You drink people’s blood and kill them and…” He trails off. The vampire’s gaze has zeroed in on his neck. He’s smirking again, amused, almost indulgent; he’s got Newt pinned in an entirely too suggestive position he can’t fight back from, and Newt’s just reminded him that vampires kill people and then all but offered his neck in invitation.

He bites his lip to keep from saying anything more and hunches his shoulders protectively.

“For someone so keen on truth, you have a lot of misconceptions about me,” the vampire says. He leans forward, pressing his nose into the soft skin behind Newt’s ear, and Newt shivers at how cold it is. “Perhaps I should correct them,” he rumbles softly. “If you’re staying, you should know who you’re staying with.”

“Staying?” Newt squeaks. “I’m not staying, you can’t just keep me here!”

“And yet, it’d be highly irresponsible of me to let you leave. Your shepherd might not care where you wander off to, little lamb, but you’ll find I’m not so negligent as him.” He draws back, but doesn’t relax his grip on Newt’s wrists. His other hand, balancing Newt’s thigh, is comparatively gentle; Newt can feel the faintest hint of claws catching on his clothes as the vampire traces a pattern with his fingers. “What’s your name?”

“Newt,” Newt answers on reflex. “I’m still not going to -”

“Newt,” the vampire cuts across him, eyes burning crimson and over-bright. Something tugs on Newt’s thoughts, but he shakes it off and the vampire frowns. “Stubborn,” he chides. “A nickname, perhaps? Could you be a Nathan, or something different altogether - no, simpler. Newton.” He smiles, and Newt stares, transfixed. “Newton,” the vampire repeats in a satisfied purr; it rolls through Newt’s mind like a fog, wrapping around him and leaving him boneless and pliant in the vampire’s hold.

“Doesn’t seem fair,” he says in a voice verging on breathless, “you knowing my name if I don’t know yours.” Distantly, he recognises the feeling of warmth creeping through him as the vampire’s thrall, but the only thing he can think of to fight it is to pray, and he’s forgotten the words.

“Very stubborn,” the vampire amends approvingly. “But not particularly subtle. My name is my secret, but you can call me… Graves. Now, Newton. Sleep.”

What kind of a name is Graves, Newt thinks, and in a flash of inspiration he remembers: Pater noster, qui es in caelis -

The thrall makes his limbs heavy and his thoughts sweet and slow like honey. He feels Graves rearrange him into a bridal carry and makes a soft noise in protest.

“Sleep,” Graves insists, and despite himself, Newt sleeps.

#gramander #percival graves #newt scamander #vampire!graves #monk!newt #because you know #it felt sufficiently old fashioned and gothic #but nonnie you're right #i haven't written vampires for far too long and you know i love them #my writing #Nonnie

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theivorybilledwoodpecker · 4 years ago

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In honor of Halloween...Kinda an au to my Medieval au...

Years after Gellert married Percival, Grindelwald goes searching for a way to make himself immortal. He's away from Nurmengard for months. It's unusual for him to go on such long trips without taking Percival as company, but while it does make Percival a bit uneasy, he enjoys his husband's absence. Nurmengard's just as much of a prison, but Graves is able to move about it with less scrutiny. So long as he's in the bounds of the kingdom, Vinda has better things to do than to ask Percival what his plans for the day are.

Then, suddenly, Graves receives a letter from his husband. Grindelwald says that he's going to be away for longer than planned and that it would be safer for Graves to return home. Percival is to pack anything he wants to take with him, and guards will escort him home.

At first, Graves thinks it's only temporary. But when they reach his own castle, Grindelwald's guards leave. There are new protective wards that have been placed on the land, but they don't keep Graves from leaving or performing magic. They are truly only for his protection. He's sure there's a catch. That it's a test or some temporary arrangement. That Gellert will come and take him back. But months and then a year passes with no word. Not even a letter. It seems that Percival is well and truly free.

Part of him is hurt. It's not that he wanted to be married to Grindelwald, but surely after all the man had done to Percival, after years of marriage, Gellert could have divorced him in person. Still, Graves is glad to be home. He'd given up hope of regaining his freedom or being allowed home without Grindelwald accompanying him.

Percival rebuilds his life, slowly working through his trauma and learning to be free. But after a few years, he falls gravely ill. The healers aren't sure he's going to make it. One nighy, he's lying in bed, feverish and coughing, sure that any moment will be his last. And suddenly there's a cold hand on his forehead.

Gellert Grindelwald hasn't aged a day. The only change is that he's paler than Percival remembers. Graves tries to speak, but he can't muster up the energy. Gellert looks down at him sadly and tells him not to worry, that it'll all be over soon. He bends down, and Percival thinks Gellert's going to kiss him...but then Percival feels a stab of pain in his neck and hit liquid is being forced down his throat.

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When Grindelwald sought out immortality, he was willing to make some sacrifices. What did he need his humanity for? But he didn't realize how long it would take him to learn how to control his thirst as a new vampire. He couldn't trust himself around Percival and wasn't sure when he would be able to say with certainty that Percival would be safe around Gellert. Grindelwald saw no point in forced Percival to wait in Nurmengard for him, so he let Percival go. But even then Grindelwald knew he didn't want to live forever without his darling, so he bided his time, keeping an eye on Graves but not interfering in his life, even after Gellert was fairly sure he could lie next to Percival and hold him without giving into the temptation to drink from him. He'd let Percival live out his life, and then he'd return and transform Percival before he died. Then they'd be together forever. Percival's illness accelerated Gellert's plans, but they didn't change them.

#gellert grindelwald #vampire au #medieval au #percival graves #grindelgraves #fantastic beats and where to find them

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