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The vampire Demo Engie, Heavy, and Medic with a vampire hunter s/o was so good! You wrote it so well and like I imagined 🥰🥰🥰 could I politely ask u to finish with vampire Sniper, Spy, and Scout? Thank you so much ur work literally rots my brain 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Im so glad you enjoyed- it was so fun to write🌻🥺 for the sake of consistency, i decided to keep the reader gender neutral, also i apologize that Scout and Sniper's sections are kinda short, Sniper's always been weirdly hard for me to write tbh, but i really hope he feels "in character" enough, and I could only come up with a few ideas for vampire Scout- but that aside, thank you for the request!

LINK TO PART 1 🦇🗡️⚰️

Characters: Scout 🐇, Sniper 🦘, and Spy 🐍

Rating: M (MINORS DNI, THIS ISN'T FOR YOU)

Content Warnings: yandere, smut, exophilia, mind break, toxic relationship, hypnosis, primal kink, kidnapping/captivity, possessive behavior, stalking, bad ending, graphic depiction of gore (all of them really- but Spy's is probably the worst RIP)

Word Count: 4.4k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

(Song Inspo- Hunter's Moon, Ghost)

Scout, the Lost Boy

If there were any of the vampire mercenaries who would outright try to antagonize vampire hunters for the thrill of it, Scout would be the prime suspect. As a vampire, Scout would likely live much like the Lost Boys. Sleep all day, party all night; as far as he cares, the immortality granted to him is nothing but endless time to party and enjoy his eternal youth. So what if some hunters wanted to join the party? It's not like Scout was afraid they could really put an end to his fun.

Trying to poach Scout would be a more laborious challenge than you initially thought. On the outside, he might not look like he could put up much of a fight compared to the older vampires, the other mercs. While this may be true, Scout is far from helpless, and even if he's content to spend eternity partying and having a good time, he can be merciless like any creature of the night.

Scout has a territory he's claimed, a little spot his family once lived he holds onto. It's not much to outsiders, but it's sentimental to him, and Scout fights hard to maintain it. Though that doesn't mean he wants to stay in the same place forever and sees this more as a "home base" rather than a permanent estate. He likes to keep active and is also frequently on the move, endlessly looking for his next high, the next part, or his next meal; because of this, Scout's hard to predict, and trying to track him down and get a hit on him won't be easy.

While he's the youngest of the vampires, he's pretty social and likely heard about you butchering other vampires he knew before you decided to start hunting him. He might even begin to stay on the lookout for you to see if he can spot you before you catch him first. There's a decent chance he's never actually killed a vampire hunter, and he can't help but hope you'll be his first. Strangely the idea of being the one to end your life gives him just as much grief as exhilaration.

Vampires and hunters come and go quickly, given the bloody and violent nature of their lives, but even without really meeting you, Scout can't help but feel attached, and he can't stop wondering why he's so scared to think about you leaving without a trace like so many other hunters before. When you eventually decide to start pursuing him, Scout's more than excited to finally meet you in person, much to your confusion. A little nervous, but in a good way, like the feeling of reaching the top of a roller coaster before the rapid descent.

His excitement to meet you goes without saying, but maybe he also feels flattered to think you consider him dangerous enough to try and hunt down. Feeling like he's finally one of the "big bad" vampires now that hunters are going after him. Before the encounter, he'd been extra savage in the night, leaving bloody carcasses within the perimeter of his dwelling, hoping they would help lead you closer to him.

You knew he was arrogant and a show off from what you'd heard from other hunters. So when he came bounding over to you, effortlessly dodging your projectiles and bullets, telling you how excited he was to finally meet you after all this time, you were speechless. You saw him as nothing but a little easy target practice, a lightweight; you had no idea he'd become obsessed with you like this. Before now, you never thought of yourself as a professional-tier hunter, and the idea other vampires could pass your information along amongst themselves made you want to take out Scout all the more.

But as mentioned before, he's not so easy to take out, and the more time you spend fighting, you can't help but wonder if it's all worth it after all. The relationship after this would be a bizarre hunter-and-prey role reversal; the hunter, you, now forced to try and hide and escape from the vampire. However, with Scout's now supernaturally boosted speed and enhanced senses, you're further out of your depths than expected. The depth of the situation only really sinks in when you try to abort your hunt and flee his territory. Scout learned your hunting schedule quickly, immediately noticing when you didn't show up to your usual spot near his turf to hunt.

It wouldn't take long for Scout to begin to assume the worst here, thinking he was no longer good enough for you, thinking you'd run off to replace him with some other vampire. He couldn't bear the thought of it.

Once he managed to find you, Scout made himself known. You knew better than to let him get any closer. Scout's attacks were most effective when he could get right up in your face, so you cleared the area as fast as possible, thinking you narrowly managed to escape. Only to discover your home's shattered windows and a raw human heart on your doorstep, topped with a messily scrawled note letting you know exactly who your "surprise" visitor was. As well as warning you against going after any other vampires.

From then on, you were forced to constantly watch your back when stepping out of the house, afraid he could be hiding around the corner at any time, waiting to rush you by surprise. He might not be able to get in without being invited, but Scout would force you to live in endless paranoia. He was drawing closer only moments away from striking you again. And you both knew you couldn't hide forever.

Sniper, the Apex Predator

If Scout was a tricky vampire to hunt down because of his unpredictable nature and evasiveness, Sniper was even harder to hunt, though for entirely different reasons. Unlike the loudmouthed speedster, Sniper was an altogether different breed. He managed to elude hunters and stay on the prowl for his next kill by hunting from the shadows. Able to disappear without a trace on command, invisible to any other human or vampire. Sniper only went out in the dead of night and remained out of sight until the second he was ready to pounce, attacking with a predator's decisiveness ending the life of another in a matter of seconds.

To call him territorial would be an understatement. Sniper's land was his alone, and he didn't allow any to trespass. His dwelling held such a reputation for death most thought the ground itself was simply cursed; the idea of an individual, supernatural or not, was inconceivable.

Sniper genuinely was one of those once-in-a-lifetime apex predators. Able to extinguish the life of another with one bite, an attack so silent and sudden none of his prey lived to tell the tale. He was nothing less than the stuff of legends. A kind of beast with a legendary legacy of bloodshed, a traceless reputation, and a propensity for leaving behind no living witnesses. The idea of such a mythic vampire continuing to walk the face of the Earth on this day was too much for most to believe. No one knew how old Sniper was as a vampire, but no one knew much of anything about him, and he liked it that way. You must have been looking for a lot of trouble the day you decided to try and hunt him down.

Sniper might have been just an urban legend to some, but even if he wasn't precisely "believed in" by modern humans, people knew to stay away from his hunting grounds because of the superstition, the supposed "bad luck" striking all who stepped foot there. He was so used to having the hunting ground all to himself that the idea of another hunter out that night stalking him from behind never even crossed his mind. He couldn't remember the last time anyone managed to go undetected by him; if you were to handle such a feat, he'd never seen anything like that before. Sniper might have sensed something was a bit off that night but wouldn't investigate the area. His intuition didn't warn him of a human, and he reasoned if something did manage to get close, he would know by now. So when he caught you out of the corner of his eye, he froze for just a second. But just long enough for you to flee, disappearing from his land in the blink of an eye without a trace.

The following night, he'd be on high alert, wondering if you would return. He felt restless, Sniper was addicted to the isolation in a way, but you changed that, and he no longer felt at rest. Like you altered his home in a way he couldn't quite understand. Sniper couldn't tell if he never wanted you to step foot on his land again or if he needed you back right away to fix what you disrupted. He would wonder why you didn't return because you had your own land to protect and were a recluse like himself. Odd behavior for a human, but you evidently weren't quite a "regular human" yourself.

Surprisingly, Sniper would be more unnerved, almost curious rather than angry or hostile with you. Despite the brevity of the encounter, you still managed to get closer than any other living thing, and you seemed to awaken his need for companionship, his desire which lay dormant for so long and memories of life with family-other living intelligent creatures he thought he'd forgotten.

He could tell you were something like himself, something he'd felt for no prey before. A hunter, a slaughterer, yet He couldn't understand why you didn't rush him for the kill that night? The idea that you somehow were taken by him and spared him because of some illogical attraction made him blush for a moment before he forced himself to be realistic. You must've heard stories of how he could end the life of another in seconds, and he couldn't ignore the irritating disappointment as he realized you were likely only interested in saving yourself.

An eternity of looking over his shoulder, protecting his homeland, awaiting the moment other hunters would foolishly come along and try to sink their claws or teeth into him was all he knew for so long. Could he be blamed for hoping it didn't have to be like this forever? The only positive memories Sniper managed to hold on to despite how long ago it had been of the family he once knew a lifetime ago; it couldn't be a coincidence you awakened these memories. He needed you back, and he needed it before some other predator, someone below his caliber, came along and took you from him.

Unlike all the other vampires, he wouldn't be captivated by your humanity or the life within you; Sniper sees you as something different entirely. Something so like himself, you weren't suited to being human; if he could turn you into a vampire, he could give you the life you deserved, life as his companion. He would protect you forever if only you would let him.

While you weren't technically a monster like he was, you were still a murderer, an animal, and it was fate that brought the two of you together. His destiny is to turn you into a creature of the night, and yours to remain by his side until the end of time. He didn't usually step foot on his land, but he did so with a clear mission in mind the night he set out to track you down.

A sniper would stalk you, observing from afar, remaining invisible, undetectable while watching, doing everything in his power to keep his emotions from revealing himself. Sniper attached this image of a better future to you, becoming fixated, thinking you were meant to be his mate. What was the point of being the king of the land without someone to rule over and protect? Vampires didn't go through the circle of life like humans as they didn't age, Sniper would believe his time as a lone wolf was ending, and you were meant to become his mate, metamorphosing his lonely life into something better than before.

Spy, the Mastermind

It wasn't often a hunter would make the mistake of trying to hunt down and kill a vampire as powerful as Spy. While he might not have a reputation for lethality like Sniper, Spy was endowed with different abilities upon becoming a creature of the night, yet certainly not abilities any less powerful. Spy's gifts were almost all psychologically fueled as a vampire, and while his physical skills weren't too humble either, he hardly needed to use physical brawn when killing. Spy could make you see things, take control of your mind, and force himself inside your consciousness until you were nothing but a backseat passenger in your own body. Depending on the target, he could get a peak into their memories and use them to show the victim their greatest fear; nothing made a meal more appetizing to Spy than adrenaline and fear in the blood before he feasted.

Sometimes, victims weren't even fortunate enough to hold onto any self-awareness when he manipulated their minds. When he's really feeling spiteful, he will pick on the unlucky souls of those who happen to cross his path, getting inside of their minds and compelling them to carry out his will, manipulating their bodies like a puppet on strings. No one knows what happens to the victim's mind after Spy takes complete control, but the morbid carcasses on the sidewalks discovered the following day covered in gore keep most from wanting to know more.

If he wanted to, Spy could kill off his prey in seconds, keep his hands clean and remain undetectable. And when it came to no menial everyday feeding, this would sometimes be his method of execution; he might be on the thinner side, but given his immense power, he required a great deal of blood to sustain himself and couldn't go long without human's blood before weakness began to set in. But he was too proud and merciless a killer to deny himself a bloody spectacle every now and then.

Spy resented humans and any vampire he deemed weaker than himself, as in virtually all of them. He saw them as the kind of beings which clung to the coattails of stronger predators to stay alive, nothing but leeches and parasites before lions such as himself. He was relentlessly diligent and efficient when killing off hunters and wanted their deaths to be a mortifying ordeal.

Spy would leave his victims not only horrifically gored and splattered to stain the streets for days to come, but he would cruelly torment his prey by leaving their corpses in such a fashion the cause of death often appeared to be suicide or accident. As though they and their blood weren't even edible to him, good to mix with the dirt in the streets and nothing more. Only the most skilled hunters could parse through the carnage and viscera to identify his handiwork, a task far too grim for most. But not for you, though you had a greater motive to study and track Spy than most.

You were exactly the type of prey Spy found to be the least appetizing. You weren't a highborn socialite; you didn't have any kind of generational wealth or inheritance, possessing little more than the clothes on your back. Even to other humans, your type wasn't paid much attention, and neither were their corpses left in the streets in pools of their own blood, flies, and maggots already riddling the bodies. But even though you lacked money or culture, you made up for it with loyalty and grit, and you weren't about to sit by and let this monster get away with taking the lives of those you loved.

Even if Spy didn't know who you were or that it was your friend's blood he painted the streets with, you were patient, and your vendetta gave you all the focus you needed to study him like a hawk. To remain vigilant until you're ready to go in for the kill and fight to avenge all the lives of the "scum of the streets" taken by the vile monster.

Knowing his attacks were psychologically centered, you honed your defenses the best you could, making your mind impenetrable. Snatching up every protective item you could use to get any possible advantage in the fight. By now, you were motivated by your hatred for Spy, he was a petty coward, fighting from a distance, lurking in the night, finding it more rewarding to watch his victims hurt themselves than shed their blood with his own hands, but you didn't dare underestimate him.

When you confronted him for the first time, he was taken back to discover he couldn't actually manage to get inside your head as he often could. You trained with humans you knew to be psychically adept, and though you were technically powerless, your training was about to pay off, giving you a shield from his prime mode of offense. Because of this strategy, the fight was painfully prolonged, you were better defended than any other, but your attack was far from as potent. As a result, neither your nor Spy's offensive attacks did much good against the other and were forced to exchange blows, waiting to see whose stamina would give out first.

Likely the looming threat of the rising sun would cause Spy to force himself to retreat, using the last of his strength to escape and recoup his stamina until he was ready to take you on again. While your vendetta gave you the power to fight, Spy fought back primarily because of his bruised ego. Who were you to come and challenge him like this? Some low-born nobody is trying to make a mockery of him! Someone needed to put you in your place, and Spy knew he needed to be the one to do it. If you thought you were so tough to put up a fight against a real vampire, he would need to make your fear overtake your hatred. While Spy couldn't get inside your head as he could with most prey, he could still easily detect your loathing, and for a patient such as yourself, he couldn't help but find it quite enticing. Perhaps he could work up an appetite for a street rat like you after all.

The next time the two of you met, you couldn't ignore how he clung to the shadows far tighter than before. Spy sulked just out of sight and maneuvered silently rather than facing your head, you forced yourself to ignore the sound of his voice inside your head, but now that you couldn't hear it, you felt far less prepared. Moments when you could listen to his voice, it sounded nothing like before; his gruff, confident voice softened into an almost gentle purr, sounding almost lullaby-like rather than hypnotically attractive.

He would croon to you, "I can fight you like this forever; you know your defeat is guaranteed; why don't you be a good little human and sit still while I slit your throat? I can give you such a painless, swift death. Doesn't that sound good?"

Hearing him uncharacteristically faking compassion felt like a calculated attack you couldn't decipher. Nevertheless, you reminded yourself not to listen but to keep your face up, hand close to the level of your eye, ready to strike. Though at moments like this, when you could feel all your muscles almost painfully strained, prepared to attack, the silence felt all the worse. The silence was harder to deal with, but you knew it was a thousand times better than letting him get inside your head.

But Spy was ready to up the ante. Earlier, he remained out of sight, silent and like a ghost, but he grew bolder, making fleeting contact with you while your back was turned. Not enough to actually hurt you, but enough to send your paranoia through the roof.

His fingers brushed up against the back of your knee; you whipped around but saw nothing there, only to feel your heart sink and skin crawl as you felt his hands draw higher, no matter how you tried to wriggle free and turn to see behind you, he was faster.

A palm to the side of your thigh, his knuckle skimming the curve of your waist, you could even swear you felt breath against the back of your neck, altogether invasively close yet still out of sight. The juxtaposition made you whimper in fear. Your despair was rising considerably as you caught your reflection through the glass of a window only to see no one behind and a fear you hardly recognized etched across your own face.

You felt so small, alone, and terrified, like nothing more than a child wandering out at night, afraid the boogeyman was about to get you. But his attacks were relentless; while you were stable enough to keep him from controlling your mind, he tortured you, showing you all the dead bodies of your friends slaughtered before now, their final screams echoing through the silent streets. The sound of his wicked laughter around seemingly every corner as you ran in circles. No matter how hard you mentally screamed, none of it was real; the fear took control all the same.

Out of the corner of your eye, you passed a corpse, identical to yourself, under a street light, Spy standing motionless over the carnage. You couldn't help but freeze up, unable to look away from the sight before you, retching at the view. Your body was twisted grotesquely, blood leaking from deep gashes, hunks of skin separated from the rest of you, some detached entirely, yet some clung to your mangled corpse stubbornly. Your clothes were mostly torn off, hanging off your body in ribbons, dampened by your blood, and unable to conceal the entrails which peaked through the holes in your flesh and clothes. All the while, Spy merely stared back at you, smiling, bearing his fearsomely sharp teeth, his hands, and the bottom of his face coated in your blood which caught the light of the streetlamp.

He extended a land in your direction, as cordially as a dancer inviting his partner to a pas de deux, bowing slightly as he beckoned you closer, arm still outstretched, but the sight of him drawing closer, no matter how subtly, was precisely what you needed to force your legs to work again and tear yourself away from the view before you.

Before, you were so blinded by hatred having every confidence it was enough to carry you through the fight, but as you tore through the dark alleyways, you felt utterly helpless. You didn't even consider falling victim to your own fear, but after a few more agonizing hours of this cat-and-mouse game, you could fight no longer and were about to flee. Exactly as Spy planned.

There was nothing in your mind but fear, and it was all too easy for Spy to corner you, pinning you to a wall, your wrists in his, forced with crushing strength to remain fixed in place to the wall behind. Spy regarded the sight before him with malicious pride, the once fearsome, resilient vampire hunter shaking as you wept, "Don't hurt me, I don't want to die! Please don't kill me!" Tears rolled down your cheeks through your squeezed-shut eyes, your breath choppy, broken up by coughs and messy sobs. Yet, despite everything, Spy felt his heart throb slightly as he looked at you, so helpless and powerless, your fear more delectable than anything he'd encountered before tonight.

Spy released your wrists, and you instantly hugged yourself tightly, not daring to try and run, and for just a moment, he allowed you to catch your breath, enjoying your cute whimpers and struggling to regulate your frantic breathing. Then, he took your face in his palms, forcing you to look into the depths of his eyes, thumbs wiping away a few tears as he worked his hypnotic charm against your mind.

"You're all right now, don't cry. No one will hurt you, not while I'm here. You're safe, so long as you obey me, understand? You've been out all alone all night. Are you ready to come home, pet?"

At some point, your eyes drifted from his eyes to his lips as he spoke, your anxieties lifting as you could think of nothing but the sound of his voice, nodding in agreement as you listened intently to everything he said. Allowing your mind to go blank, unable to think of anything but the man before you. All you needed to do was obey. Obedience would keep you safe, or rather he would keep you safe. Nothing in the world mattered other than following Spy home.

Spy knew he couldn't let you go after you managed to get away once before, and even if he did kill you upon the second encounter, it was still too risky. For all he knew, you were out telling all your little low-born friends how you managed to escape, how to keep his mind games at bay, and strategizing to fight as a pack the next time around, and he couldn't risk others gathering the courage to rise up against him like that. Still, he knew death was no fitting end for someone like you; he had something more intimate in mind for your demise.

From that night on, you were kept in his estate, a possession forbidden from leaving the castle grounds. You wore a collar around your neck, and your mind kept in a totally broken state. Forced to demean yourself and live out the rest of your eternity as an immortal servant to the undead demon you once hated more than anything in life. You were kept like his own little lap dog to amuse himself as well as his guests. Spy felt so proud of you; now there was finally something to show all of the lowly human hunters who tried to fight off vampires how to find a way to be useful after all. All while you smiled and fed from the palm of his hand.

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dia-souls · 1 year ago

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DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Analyzes [ Vol. 1 Sakamaki Ayato ]

Original title: 穏やかな日々

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 1 Sakamaki Ayato

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

Analyze by: Admin Afra

Admin’s note: Ayato is a boy who tries to save Yui by avoiding her, whom he loves more than anyone. It can be said that this is a great sacrifice for Ayato, who is very thirsty for Yui's blood. This boy can be very loving and kind in some places. This CD showed different aspects of Ayato's personality.

The first drama CD with the theme of Yui's death.

The beginning of the CD was very dramatic and symbolic. Ayato who stands on top of the tower and mocks the human race. This could be a sign of Ayato's low self-confidence. Because contrary to the opinion of many people who consider Ayato to be proud and selfish, Ayato is not like that at all. In fact, the truth is that Ayato has low self-confidence and tries to look his best in front of others so that no one will notice that he doesn't even trust himself.

The reason Ayato makes fun of the human race is because he doesn't want to show how attached he is to Yui. He even lies to himself to deny this truth. But Ayato's thirst to Yui's blood doesn’t allow him to get away from her, and this thirst may be due to Adam's curse.

The story begins with Yui sleeping on the couch and Ayato surprises her by sucking her blood while she is asleep. This is completely natural in Ayato's relationship with Yui, because Ayato enjoys bantering and joking with Yui in many places and even likes to watch her embarrassed face.

But the interesting thing here is that Ayato has noticed Yui's lack of weight and asks her about it. Although Ayato pretends that he doesn't care, the fact that he noticed Yui's lack of weight shows that Ayato cares a lot about Yui's health, but he doesn't want to show it in front of Yui.

Yui also realizes that Ayato is worried about her, even though Ayato denies it, but Yui realizes that Ayato is not only being honest with himself and that her health is important to him.

Yui's offer to walk with Ayato shows that Yui really wants to spend more time with Ayato. A place where no one bothers them and only the two of them can spend time together, and the fact that Ayato accepted this offer shows that even Ayato himself enjoys the time he spends with Yui, but he doesn't show it because he doesn't want to be weak or to look spoiled.

Walking and spending time by a river and waiting for the sunrise seems dreamy and romantic for a human, but Ayato thinks this is stupid. In his opinion, this is a waste of time. Because unlike humans, the passage of time is very slow for vampires because they are immortal.

It's lovely to relive Ayato's first memories with Yui and how they met. But the interesting thing is that Ayato even remembers that day much more accurately than Yui, and this shows that the moments Ayato spends with Yui are very precious to him, so that he remembers even the smallest details.

Yui expresses her feelings to Ayato and tells him that even though she was afraid of him on the first day, but now she is not afraid of him anymore and Ayato is very important to her, but the story becomes sad where Ayato tells Yui that he will stay by her side forever.

When Ayato makes this request from Yui, Ayato realizes that Yui is worried about this and knows that the problem is that she is a human and unlike vampires, she does not have immortal life. The fact that Ayato immediately noticed the reason for Yui's concern shows that he has already thought about this. Because Yui is a human being, he cannot stay with her forever.

This issue not only bothers Yui but also Ayato, so he forced Yui to stop talking about it and think about something else. This means that even the thought of leaving Yui bothers Ayato and Ayato doesn't want to think about it even for a short moment.

Yui's dream seemed to me to be a symbolic scenario for her relationship with Ayato. It showed that even if several decades pass, Ayato will not give up on Yui and will take care of her. He will take her with him to different places and even take care of her till the end of his life.

It was as if Yui heard the words that Ayato always tried to hide from her in her dream. Ayato may make fun of Yui's body in appearance, but in reality, none of Yui's physical features are important to Ayato. That's why Ayato hugged Yui and said, "I don't care what you look like." What is important is your inside because you are the same person inside.

Although this scenario was not real, in my opinion, it was one of the most important fears of Ayato and Yui in their relationship. Both of them want to stay together forever but it is impossible.

That's why Yui was happy when she found out that it was just a dream, but she likes to hear those words from Ayato's mouth because Yui thinks that her only value to Ayato is her blood, something that Ayato has told Yui many times, but Yui doesn't know about the secret of the Ayato's heart.

For this reason, Yui continuously offers her blood to Ayato without any hesitation because she thinks that it can be useful for Ayato. But Ayato avoids Yui and tries to break her heart with lies so that Yui hates Ayato and can easily leave him. Ayato just doesn't want to hurt her by sucking her blood again.

The fact that Ayato tried to avoid Yui and suck other people's blood instead of her to keep her alive is really cute even though Ayato is aware that only Yui's blood will quench his thirst and Ayato accepts this fact. Who is dependent on Yui and cannot live without her.

Yui is constantly looking for Ayato because she wants to give him her blood. Or rather, because she wants to be with Ayato. She doesn't want Ayato to stay away from her to save her, she simply wants to stay by Ayato's side.

But Ayato tries to hide his true feelings with cruel words and this truth that he doesn't even want to approach her because he is afraid of hurting her.

But finally he confesses. Ayato admits that the one who is afraid here is not Yui but himself.

Ayato is afraid of losing Yui. Yui is the dearest person in his life and Ayato admits that he cannot live without Yui. But he hates that Yui is still determined to give him her blood even though she knows that she might die. He admits that Yui is very strong even if she is physically weak. All humans are weak, but according to Ayato, Yui is a strong and brave girl despite her weak body, even braver than Ayato. Ayato considers himself a coward because he is afraid of losing Yui.

He doesn't want to lose Yui because he can't live without her, so he finally decides to kill himself.

But like Ayato, Yui won't let Ayato die because she loves him from the bottom of her heart and Yui's sacrifice makes Ayato cry.

All this time, Yui wanted to know Ayato's true feelings for her, and now she is sure that Ayato loves Yui more than anyone. To the extent that he cannot live without her and is willing to sacrifice himself to save Yui. So we can conclude that the passage of time has made Ayato too dependent on Yui. So that he cannot live without her. His life is eternal and boring and even death is a celebration for him, but Yui makes him want to live and be by her side and protect her.

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fuckmeyer · 1 year ago

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this idea is plaguing me, I’d love to know your thoughts! so renesmee develops, but bella doesn’t, therefore the best case scenario is mommy issues from hell, in which bella eternally views her daughter as the unborn child whose life depends on her… please feel free to ignore this if you need to stay in the eclipse headspace!

hi bestie! thanks for the q, very intriguing :)

this is another one of those questions that really boils down to the fandom debate: "what does it mean to be 'mentally frozen?'"

the Illustrated Guide says:

One facet of the absence of aging is that vampires do not develop emotionally or mentally past the age at which they are transformed. A transformed child would remain childlike forever, unable to mature in any aspect.

it also says:

Once they fall in love, that feeling never fades.

to me, this implies that external forces/bonds can change a vampire but internal processes cannot. i subscribe to the idea that even if a vampire can't mature in the biological sense, their experiences still provide them with a way to mature

for example, though he retains the emotional immaturity of a 17-year-old, we see Edward learn he has a soul through his connection with Bella. if you subscribe to the theory that vampires through their bonds & experiences can change, you might think Edward will, from this point on, believe he has a soul. in that way, vampires can grow & develop, even if they can't really develop.

how does this apply to Bella?

first off, girl has a lot of fuckin baggage. not only did she spend the last few weeks of her human life (& the first few months of her vamp life) fighting for her daughter's life, but she never overcame her childhood trauma of having to care for everyone in her life. the hill Bella needs to climb to overcome all this is steeper than Sisyphus'. baseline, she will always consider Ravioli as a child who must constantly be protected from a world that wants to kill her. (though she may have good reason considering Rotolo's existence may have kicked off a cold war with the Volturi lol whoops.) to me, that is less a result of the conditions of her change & more a result of how Bella emotionally developed as a person.

if you subscribe to the theory that a vampire's relationships can change them, her bond with Rigatoni may evolve as her daughter does. that relationship might be the only way Bella can experience permanent internal growth. in the theory stated above, we might see Bella getting past her "my unborn child needs me" mentality, though i could see her having a more difficult time ever getting over her parentification.

her ability to get over this trauma will also depend on what the future holds for the Cullens. i.e., if the Volturi return to whoop some vegetarian ass, Bella doesn't really have the mental/emotional space to give up her protective caretaker trait.

moving on. some in the fandom believe that mentally frozen means mentally frozen. sure, they can fall in love, but all that means is they're in love, not that they learn anything from being in love. going back to the Edward example, we may have seen Edward "learn" he has a soul, but post-BD we would see him return to his depressive, "soulless" state.

applied to Bella: she will never overcome her parentification regardless of how Ragù develops. lil baby will always need protection from others, will always be a lil baby, will always be in mortal danger. Bella is a fucking eternal helicopter parent. yikes, girl

BONUS: ultimate lol would be Bella being CONVINCED Ravioli is trans because in the weeks leading up to the birth she was sure Ravioli was a boy. trans!Resume fanfic WHEN

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ca-suffit · 5 months ago

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How do you rationalize the violence of the characters on this show? Imo, it's easier when it's self defense or when they're just killing to feed, specially the latter since most are just extras and we don't get to know or be attached to those characters. But there are more complicated cases, including physical and psychological abuse and literally everybody has been the abused and the abuser at some point. Not to/with each other, but definitely other people. There is power imbalance in all of the dynamics. Some may forget that since they keep jumping through timelines where things are perfectly okay or they're closer to making amends and making up. And also because the actors are friends and have chemistry on screen (speaking about the whole cast, not any duo in particular). But technically all main characters have abused each other. Nobody is "safe". So, where to draw the line? Psychological abuse? Physical abuse? The severity of the action (like continuously torturing someone who can't respond or match your strength is definitely worse than one punch, for example)? The frequency of the action, like, as long as it happened once it's okay? When a character is still redeemable/forgivable giving the fact they are immortals, so, in theory, they have eternity to better themselves and see if they can make it work? Or should they all be narratively punished (end up alone, suffering, locked up, dead etc)? What are your thoughts? Btw, I'm genuinely asking. I've become obsessed with this show recently and I haven't been able to talk about it with a lot of people, but I have these questions in my mind. Personally, the more I think about it, the less I know, tbh. It's part of why I love the show and I'm asking, btw. I want to see if I reach some conclusion lol. P.S. I understand if you can't/don't want to answer and I'm sorry this got too long. And if you do answer, feel free to make it long as well if you want, even if you want to make comparisons, add interviews etc. I love reading people's takes hehe. Anywa, thanks!

I don't try to rationalize it tbh. I think that's a goal of the show and the original books as well. What are u supposed to do if u have to "endure" each other forever? What still holds meaning if ur all immortal, how do u have relationships, hobbies, not get bored? Especially when everyone is born from trauma and sometimes that trauma was yesterday and sometimes it was 1000 years ago or 5000 years ago from a society u don't understand at all. How do u bring together so many ppl like that and not erupt on each other?

Trauma and mental illness and whatever else is not always pretty. Violent reactions to things are common and, at least in a society where punitive justice is the norm, we get used to putting these things in these boxes. "u did this bad thing so now ur going to jail / hell." The eternal question of the VC books is where do vampires belong, anyway? Where do they go when they die and for what reasons? Anne Rice never gives a v clear answer on this and it's not just bcuz she wasn't a good writer, the point rly is to just ask the questions. We don't have these answers as humans now, we can't confirm or deny if there's an afterlife and whether these things we do matter for a "soul" or not. We create social rules for many reasons but even those are not actually built on the back of "justice" the way ppl are made to think they are.

I don't think these stories are asking u to find a true "good" or "bad" character or characters. I think we're just meant to watch their choices and reflect on them, reflect on our reactions to them. The fandom's desire for Louis to have done something to "deserve" the drop is all about racism and nothing else. They blame Claudia for "manipulating" Louis into killing Lestat bcuz a black girl is never allowed to be a victim either. She's not even a girl to them anyway, adultification of black girls is another angle they use all the time ("she doesn't look 14 to me!"). They'll say look what Louis did to goad Lestat into fighting him more but they'll never say look what Lestat did to hurt Claudia and push her to that point, as someone who was acting as her parent for most of their lives together. That's always "ooc Lestat." What's happening on screen is a rorschach test for us as the audience and as individuals.

Like I wrote, I don't believe in punitive justice, so I don't think long term these stories are going to focus on that much. The trial was a sham to begin with and Lestat was never "rly" dead or meant to be gone forever. They're going to hurt each other and isolate each other in different ways, but if the show wants to focus on any real character growth, it needs to focus on ways the characters can learn to understand each other instead of banishing / killing each other. Relationships take real work like this too. Anne Rice could never write any of this but I'm hoping the show does. Seeing Lestat have awareness of the pain he caused Louis and the reasons he did it fr was a step in the direction I was hoping the show would go. The big question *is* how does a relationship recover from that? For immortals? How will it make others feel too, particularly Armand, if Louis and Lestat get back together? Will Armand reflect on his own abuse too? They all have a lot in common and they all want to be loved. If that's brought out into the open and treated with kindness and understanding, then the desire to maim and kill each other will greatly diminish tbh. Everything these vampires do to each other originates from a place of personal pain, feeling unlovable. "love is a monster" is one of the taglines for a reason.

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androgynousblackbox · 16 days ago

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The Horror of Our Love. 7 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

A fang or two

"Alright, so… putting aside all of the horrible images I am forever cursed with now, a bunch of stuff has happened.

First, as usual, I did some research to confirm the stuff we saw. I looked into the symbols that Magne was drawing: it's definitely a variant of an old as fuck fertility spell, one that nobody uses anymore because we have better alternatives now. Originally was meant to be fulled by the blood of the father and nothing else, regardless if the father knew about it, wanted it or not. It doesn't take a genius to see why it has gone out of style. But that is when the two parents are human.

The variant that now I am sure Lilith Barkin taught Magne was the one that allowed a vampire ancestor she has to have children with her human partner. Then Magne took that and went ahead to adapt it to his own case. Although I have no idea how much he modified at all. Regardless, that was easy enough to clear.

Moving on the next question. Why does a man would hide the fact that he has a daughter in order to make her pass as a mere magical creature? The most obvious answer is, you presumably killed a bunch of people in order to have that kid in the first place, because I guess you are against adoption or something. You don't want to respond to people asking how did a kid coming from a human has a snake tail, snake tongue and can only speak like a snake, because then you have to talk about the snake father that has killed people for at least 500 years, at least. If people knew that you kill people, they might try to stop you, so you don't tell them anything at all.

Fine, that makes sense, right? But just out of curiosity, I started seeing into interspecies relationships. By themselves, without adding the murder aspect. Apparently the legislation for it has only been permitted in the last 10 years. I was fucking shocked when I find out that. 10 years back, you could be dating someone that for the most part looks like a human, talks like a human, reasons like a human, can consent like a human, but can't get married simply because they aren't human. 10 years ago, nobody thought you could even want to do that, or people actively didn't want it to happen, take your pick, so nobody bothered into making it official. That is just fucking nuts to me.

I am not about to say that I get why anyone would want to marry, I don't know, a centaur or a vampire or whatever. But if someone wants to do it, the fuck do I care? As long everyone is on board, why should it matter? Shit, if it wasn't for all the murder and blood and devouring bodies, Magne could call the giant snake hubby all he wanted. That alone is not hurting anyone. Just don't tell me how you have sex and we could be cool.

All of this meaning that the vampire ancestor of Lilith? Unless she managed to disguise herself as a human, may have never been able to be recognized by law as the mother of her own children. If anything happened to her wizard husband, the kids would be considered orphan and put on adoption. Same case for literally any other hybrid that has ever existed before then. Maybe even now, because that is the thing.

The law already accepted the marriage, but it's a whole fucking mess when it comes to what could result from those unions. In the best case escenario, your kid is deemed human enough and allowed to exist in society with a marker on their identification that says they are a hybrid for the rest of their life. Why? I don't know. In the worst case escenario, your kid is not considered human enough for whatever fucking reason and they are classified as humanoid magical creatures. And then you get into a whole bunch of other bullshit that is magical creatures legislation, that I won't get into. Either way, your kid is not just your kid anymore. They are now a registered creature by the government that they have to regulate to make sure they don't disturb wizard society too much. It doesn't matter that they are very much sentient still.

If Anthony and I decided to have a kid, and that kid inherit his powers, and the kid decides they want to grow extra arms and have an ugly enough face at all times because they just want to? Some fucker can decide based on that alone that they don't deserve to go to school with other kids, they don't deserve to own property, they can't work. Oh, but they might be able to get married still! How about that for some fucking consolation? Fucking bullshit.

The kid of Magne, back then, would have no doubt received that treatment. No wonder even Lucifer got concerned at seeing her tail. Even a fucking snake trapped on a school knew how much shit a hybrid could recieve. Things like hair or skin color can be disguised with potions or what not, you can take care of those, but you can't just give legs to something that never had them in the first place with magic. You also can't fucking ask a kid to never move the inferior part of their body so nobody knows what it is. That is just cruel.

And yes, I know how stupid that sounds talking about the guy who killed a bunch of people. But hey, I am not about to be the one to complain that he didn't make his own kid suffer that particular kind of way. I thought he didn't tell people about it because serial killer secret, but even if they were the most harmless group ever conceived and Magne never harmed a fly, it still would be relatively better to have Charlie as essentially a pet. I can see normal parents making that choice back then. It is fucked up, but at least for once is not a kind of fucked up Magne is entirely responsible for.

So, alright, that goes for the side of giving some conext to all of this. Now we can go back to the whole reason this investigation ever started. Just like I was fearing, the guy Magne killed in the vision he showed us has not been reported missing by anyone on this side of the globe. They did in German, though, where I also don't speak the language and had to use a translator, but understood enough.

Young idiot tourist that just fucks off whenever he wants because he has no estable job. Everyone around him knows this about him and aren't surprised about any of this until it has been months without any news. Only then they start making some tiny noise on the last places he had gone to before. Not Hugsmeade, though. Literally nobody knew that he was going there. I wouldn't blame anyone on that town if they just thought that tourist simply fucked off. Lucifer literally choose the most perfect victim they could ever hope to wish for and it was by complete fucking accident. Unbelievable.

I tried calling one of the people who tried to find this kid. For closure, you know. Obviously skipping the whole blood sacrifice for a human and giant snake hybrid, because I have no clue how could I even begin to explain that one. But the number was down and when I went looking for this person, they were already dead themselves so… end of that story, I guess. No other family that I can find. A car accident, by the way. Wizards are still susceptible to those.

Not gonna lie, that sucked to find out. The guy maybe didn't even talk enough English to understand Magne in his last moment. He tried to do something fun and end up as the last thing he ever did. It's not like he even knew that the house was occupied or something. His name is still going to be included in the written report. I am sure that must not have been the first or last “rat” they killed, just the one they showed us. Anthony for the first time in his life does not want to fuck around and find out about more. I do, though, so I ask to see more. The book just says that I won't like it, which I am sure it's true, based in how I reacted the first time, but to not worry because they never went for anyone they didn't need or didn't provoque them first. So said the soul of a serial killer. Allow me to doubt that.

In any case, around this time period there are some missing reports that keep being blamed as people getting lost in the woods. Never big enough numbers for people to really start worrying, so it went under the radar.

It seemed that our trail was about to go cold, didn't it? But oh, look at that, a mysterious package just happened to arrive at the right time with a note saying it will help us out. This is the thing though: I don't know who the fuck send this. It's a green envelope with my name and address printed on top. The letter was written on a typewriter, but the envelope is where I find it interesting because you don't do that unless you are actively avoiding using any kind of magic that could be traced. Quills detection spells have gotten very good in the last few years. Student of magic schools today are fucked because you can't fake anything or put it down without your professor knowing everything from anything you put down. What model of quill, the mood you were when writing it, if you copied the words from someone else, if that is how you really write or tried to change it to appear as someone else.

But muggle printers are out of the loop for us. I have used them before because of work, but I have no fucking clue of how they work or how would you ever know about any difference between them. For what I could research, there is just no way to do that, not even with magic. I know that the letter was sent from the muggle town next to our city. I know the people on that place were all enchanted to just remember an old lady in a wheelchair leaving that and nothing else, but that is it. I know there was a spell for that, not what they actually saw that day. I could maybe try to probe further, but it might end up turning their brains to mush so not an option.

What was inside the envelope that might as well could come from nowhere? A bracelet made out of fangs of different sizes and instructions in how to see through them. Since it can't make words like a diary or a book or sound like a radio, someone has to use it in order to get any information out of it. Because of course, it is another one of the pieces of Magne. I knew it as soon as I had that thing on my hands. It feels heavier than it should be and it's warm all the time, as if someone just took it out after hours of using it, even if it was in a box in my desk the whole day and it's freezing because someone I won't name, they already got an earful about it, forgot to adjust the temperature while we were away for lunch. Again.

Anthony thinks it could be an anonymous contributor and I won't say that it's impossible. Magne certainly ruined enough lives for someone out there to feel like they should collaborate if there was a real attempt to catch him. They could keep silent about who they are because if Magne found out their involvement, then that would be bad for them. Sure, I can believe that being the case. But this is a piece of the soul of a killer. Obviously valuable information is going to be within it. You already know how to access it. Take it to the authorities. Why would you grab that and deliver it to some random ass PI like us? If your aim is to fuck Magne, why do that? Especially assuming that is the only piece you have. Something we can't know for sure either because the letter doesn't say anything about that.

And is at that point thay Anthony goes well, why don't you send your info to the authorities if you trust them so much. Because this is my fucking case, one, I started it, I get to finish it, two, and three, fuck the authorities, those corrupt pieces of shit. But I get to say that as the guy who was inside of that bullshit factory for a few years before the smell of shit was too much. They are just going to say all of this happened a long time ago and that they are going to keep an eye out in case they see a giant white snake or a wizard too fond of it, before tossing it all to the side and congratulate themselves for a job well done. I know we can do this because I know us. Why would a stranger, though? You trust me to do this for you, but you can't trust me who you are?

My own theory goes in another direction. Magne send it. Why, I don't know. To send me more images of him and his husband fucking. To dangle in my face all the people he has killed and got away with. Because he thinks it's funny and it won't mean any risk for him. The idea he wants to be caught is a fucking joke so we are having none of that. Maybe he is aware on some level of what happens with each of his pieces and has decided to keep stirring the pot to see what happens. It's not like there is a bunch of literature about what happens to a wizard after doing this. It could be.

For now, I have tested the bracelet for any curse or other spells that could be on it. Nothing. Besides those details I already talked about, nobody would think there is anything special about the thing. Which only makes me think even more it came from Magne because who else is going to even know that?

Just in case, I will the one wearing it. Anthony is better with protective and healing spells, so if anything starts to happen he will know what to do better than me. Not that I would let him use it even if he wasn't, but you try to tell that to that guy. He kept insisting that he wanted to see more between the happy couple because his curiosity wasn't satisfied, but I am not risking it.

In the best case escenario, I gain the trust of this piece for it to show me something useful. In and out, we are done. In the worst escenario… Well, there is a reason I updated my will last week. Don't tell Anthony that. The look on Magne's face as he was killing that guy just won't leave me alone, you know? Like the guy was just making dinner, something mundane and normal that just had to be done. The way the knife just kept bouncing off on that man's chest and Magne was amused by it just kept playing in front of my eyes even now. Anthony didn't sleep well once we returned either. We stayed watching movies almost all night.

And speaking of the devil, look who decided to stop by. Do you really need all those charms? If you say so, you are the expert.

According to the instructions, all you need to do is wear it and then pinch yourself with any of the fangs until it penetrates skin. You have to let it touch your blood and you will be inside, like that book showed us they can do. It's the only way to make any sort of communication two ways with it.

Anything that involves blood is powerful magic. Literally any wizard with the most basic education possible knows that already. So… this better be worth it.

Alright, Angel, you ready? Heh, anyone would say that you are going to war with a face like that one. I just think it's cute, that is all.

Well, here we go. How lucky of us this thing is elastic, huh? For my big ass hands. I don't know if it's making any difference which fang I choose, the letter didn't say, so I will grab the smallest one. I will leave this recording just in case something interesting happens here.”

[Note from Husk: The only thing you hear is Angel calling out my name.]

[Note from Anthony: The recording doesn't have anything useful after that.]

It was like being spitted out by an aggressive portal. Not as painful as just disorienting. Husk needed a moment to find his equilibrium again, only to realize he wasn't the only one.

“What the fuck, Angel?” spat out. His partner lifted his head, brushing his pink hair back. “You were supposed to be my backup outside.”

“Well, I have decided instead that I am going to be your backup inside” Angel straightened up, not a single drop of regret or shame as he put his hand on his waist. “If you seriously thought I was going to let you do this alone, then fuck you. You clearly know shit about me. And you are not the boss of me either so shut up. Half of that office is mine.”

Husk felt the tugging of a smile at the side of his mouth that he didn't fight too much. He shook his head and stood up, looking around. They were once again in the classroom of Magne. The man himself was grading papers at the desk, the scratching of his quill writing down notes the only sound. At his side there was a bigger cage containing Charlie sleeping over her back, covered in a blanket full of duckies. Husk got closer to the man as Angel kneeled to see the kid. He moved a hand in front of the professor. No reaction. Another memory.

“She is two here, I think” commented Angel. “I remember she started using her hair in a ponytail in our second year.”

“These are exams from the end of the year” noticed Husk, reading some of the papers Magne was holding. “No wonder he looks done with this.”

Husk threw a glance in her direction. He saw her move her head and then stretch out in her bed as she let out a long yawn. Her mouth extended at an angle that should be impossible for any human, revealing a tiny row of white pointy teeth, before she closed it again and rubbed her face. All without making a single sound. She blinked an eye and then the other, lifting herself up to manage to see Magne still concentrated in his job.

She pulled out her blanket and grabbed her rat plushie nearby, quickly wrapping it on her tail and wrestling it as if it were her prey. But soon she lost interest in that too. Crawling over her hands she moved towards the front of her cage. The door opened up easily as it was unlocked. Smiling to herself, the small toddler managed to get out, dragging her tail as the very tip agitated happily. She was fast over the stone floor.

By the time she disappeared down the hallway, Magne sighed and cranked his neck. He stretched out his arms over his head as he threw a glance toward the cage. Then all color vanished off his face.

“Charlie?” called the man in parsel tongue.

Because they were still in their perspective, they could not only understand him clearly. They could also hear the instant panic of his voice.

“Snakelet, where are you?” He stand up from his desk, looking under it.

All the exams completely forgotten as he kept looking around the classroom. He even searched behind the shelf full with books and cursed objects, before his gaze went over the door and stared. As the possibilities started to sinken in, a single no escaped his lips.

Any parent would already be scared of leaving their toddler alone in an open space. A magic school as big as Hogwarts offered way to many hiding spots, in one hand, and in the other were the students. If that was his kid, the first idea of Husk would be to worry about some asshole kid finding her first. Regardless if that was also the direction of Magne's mind or not, he quickly grabbed his wand off the desk and pronnounced a spell that Anthony recognized. Once he did, he opened up the door and they followed him.

"My mom used that spell all the time to find us" explained Angel. "It's the ultimate parent spell for when your little shit ran off. The closer you are to your kid, your wand will vibrate in your hand and tug you towards them. I remember being 15 and already knowing ways to neutralize it."

"Doubt that is the case for a 2 year old hybrid baby."

Their professor was keeping his hands on his pockets, rushing when the halls were empty, but walking only slightly faster when he saw anyone else in his way. All the time his red slitted eyes behind the darkened glasses were observing everywhere. The more time passed without Magne finding Charlie, his breathing was becoming more agitated even if the rest of his face remained exactly the same. The only reason they could notice it at all that was because the beating of the man came anywhere from there, it was impossible for them to escape it.

They got different glimpses of differentes hallways, none of them lasting more than a few seconds, one going down the stairs. The scene estabilized as Magne came closer to a door they knew was a janitor closet, left ajar. The rest of the are was deserted. Magne's hand quickly opened up the doorknob, lifting his wand with light.

"Well, fuck" let out Anthony as Husk groaned.

Their feet might as well could have been nailed to the floor. Charlie was in fact there. Lifting herself up, giggling, from the abdomen of a dead student. Magne closed the door behind him. Both of them were instantly inside, without moving, to see Magne kneeling. His mouth twitching at the corners as if it didn't know to smile or not yet.

"My snakelet" called softly, reaching over to pet her head. Charlie reached over to him. She was practically swimming inside of that open abdomen, drenched in red. Magne picked her up by the armpits, not fighting his smile anymore. "You had me worried, my dear. Did you do this or you just happened to find it?"

Charlie giggled and opened up her mouth, proudly pointing to her long white fangs that she retracted easily. That was the only point of white left in her face.

"My sweet dear Charlie" Magne brushed the bloodied up, reddened hair out of Charlie's way and kissed her cheek. His smile was too big to be contained on his face as he hugged her. Husk felt sick at noticing that Magne actually had his eyes watering and did not thought for a moment that it was because of the lost of a life. To confirm his suspicions further, Magne let out a hearty laugh. "Were you that hungry, my dear? Or you were just bored? Either way, wait until papa hears about this. Your first kill, all on your own! Dad is so proud of you, my little one" said, kissing her cheeks over and over, as Charlie giggled.

"Holy fuck" Anthony uncovered his mouth. "I just realized who that is."

"Travis Johnson" completely Husk, who already recognized the face of the student as well. An ugly motherfucker from their same house, in his fifth year, that nobody but his groups of friends liked very much. Loud, obnoxious, and from what he heard from other students, liked to chase around classmates even after being told no. On the extended arm of the guy it was easy to see two points, no doubt the ones where Charlie had bitten him. "Remember what they told us at school? He sneaked into the woods and was found mauled, almost entirely eaten."

Anthony stayed in silence for a moment, looking over. Then he swallowed hard and spoke again.

"That is not almost entirely eaten, Husky."

"No, it's not" Husk took a deep breath and looked at the blank stare of the kid. He didn't had a single positive memory of him. But he didn't deserve that. Neither of them say it, but they thought the same thing: that Travis was probably still alive and paralyzed when Charlie started tearing into his skin. "They haven't finished him yet."

"Such a deadly precious little one" cooed Magne, nuzzling the head of Charlie. More traces of fresh blood spread across his face, not that any of them minded. "My little dangerous predator. He must not have seen it coming at all for you to lure him here. You are truly the daughter of your father" The professor kissed her cheeks as Charlie giggled, the very tip of her tail wagging wrapped around his arm. "Want to show papa your first ever prey, dear?"

"Papa!" Charlie jumped excitedly and Magne chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her pointy ear. Apparently that was one of the few words she was able to say confidently, because otherwise her blabbering to Magne was completely incomprehensible. Magne still nodded like he totally got it and congratulated her all the same.

The scene changed again.

Father and daughter were now clean, walking a path in what could only be the Forbidden Forest. Nearby they could hear the sound of twigs and something heavy moving before Lucifer appeared behind a tree, on his full size.

Until then they had only seen Lucifer inside of the home with Magne or heard Magne's description of him, neither of which could prepare them to have an idea of how much bigger he was on his default state. Husk let out a curse under his breath at seeing that white head that was bigger than his entire body alone. That beast could have eaten the both of them in one bite just as easily as they could devour slices of pizza.

The thought that a younger, even smaller Magne ever looked at such a beast and his first thought wasn't to run away from it as far as he could, but rather be attracted to it, was only a testament of how Husk was never going to be able to fully understand their professor.

Lucifer slithered nearby Magne. As a full grown adult, the head of the man was the only thing that appeared over the back of the snake.

"The area is all free now" said Lucifer. "Nobody is going to bother us. What did you want to show me?"

"Today your daughter did something rather reckless" started Magne, kneeling to put Charlie on the ground and she grabbed to the end of his tunic, giggling already. "Scared me half to death too. When I found her, can you imagine what she had done?"

"What?" asked Lucifer, getting his head close enough to Charlie to nudge her with his nose as he shrinked himself, reaching the same size he had on their home.

"Her first ever prey" Magne couldn't contain his smile any longer and opened up the bag he was bringing with him, directing his wand first inside and then to the clear open area in front of them. In a single blink the body of Travis appeared in front of them, no longer bleeding, undoubtly dead.

Lucifer rised up again, coming closer to it. As always, it was difficult to read a snake's expression. Maybe shocked or surprised, Lucifer flickered his tongue over the dead body as Charlie giggled and Magne continue talking.

"She even had the good sense of getting him into a isolated place before delivering the final blow. Of course, she is never getting out of my sight like that again. But isn't wonderful how much she managed to do completely on her own already?"

Lucifer "sniffed" all over with his tongue and over the over stomach before his eyes found his daughter again. Something that could only be described like a smile spread over his face when Charlie started moving over her two short arms towards him. She looked even tinier compared with her father. Lucifer moved to bump his head gently against her, wrapping his tail around her without actually touching her.

"He… how old was he, Al?" Lucifer perked up, his excitement almost making him stutter. "He must have been on his six year or something! He didn't looked particularly weak or anything!"

"Fifth year and indeed, a healthy young man that was a nuisance for everyone around him. A complete idiot, terrible student and overall, no doubt, a dissapointment for his parents" Magne couldn't contain his smile of pride at looking at the curly blonde head. "Charlie might as well do a favor for the entire Wizard world taking that one out."

"Fifth year?" That seemed to be the only piece of information Lucifer cared about and he cooed over Charlie. brusin his mouth over her forehead over and over on his best attempt at kisses he could could do. "So young and so big, but he still couldn't do anything in front of my baby girl! Absolutely nothing! Was the guy bothering you, sweetie, or he just happened to pass by? Can you tell papa everything?"

"Food" said Charlie, happily, and then she moved towards the body, crawling as fast and confidently as before. "Papa, food! Food?" She looked up to him, wagging her tail.

"Do you… do you want to share your first prey with me?" Lucifer sounded absolutely moved by this, his red pupils expanding. "Are you sure you don't want to finish it yourself? You totally earned it, sweetie."

"Papa!" Charlie giggled and dipped her hand on the wound, extending to him a chunk of her treasure.

"Well" Lucifer chuckled, going to the other side, even as he still sounded overwhelmed ", if you insist, snakelet. Thank you, you are so very generous."

Magne sat on the root of a tree protruding from the ground, observing his little family devouring what once was his own student with a pleased grin. Lucifer was clearly taking smaller bites that he could actually have, all to allow Charlie to still have more. It was frankly surprising how much could fit inside of a 2 year old baby. By the time Charlie finally pulled apart, belly full, curling on herself in the ground, many bones of Travis were sticking out.

Angel refused to see, gripping the arm of Husk as he battled against his nausea, as Husk himself kept his focus solely on Magne. Lucifer circled around Charlie to make sure she was indeed sleeping to digest her meal.

"I can finish what is left" whispered Lucifer, reaching over where the professor was. The blood around his mouth was no longer dripping, but still stand out in the dark over the white scales. Under the moon that was their only light, they almost looked like spots of ink. "We can just burn his uniform."

"I was thinking of just leaving it there, as a courtesy to his parents at least" said Magne, taking the chin of the snake to lick him and then his lips, colouring in red too. "There is no shortage of explanations for what could have happened to him here. That way they can have something to bury."

"Are you sure?"

It didn't seemed like Lucifer particularly cared one way or another.

"Positive" Magne nuzzled against the beast, who slithered closer as a result. With a sigh through his nose, the professor opened up his legs to wrap one around the white body with a lazy ankle. It was more a declaration of intentions than an actual invitation. "Seeing you working together with our daughter has given me some ideas."

"What kind of ideas?" Lucifer tilted his head, tail wrapping around the leg of the wizard.

Magne petted the back of Lucifer's head and then the rest of his neck, trailing with his fingers the path of scales over the skin. He turned slightly to kiss the corner of Lucifer's mouth and stay there for a few seconds.

"What do you feel about having another?"

"Babe."

"Why not?" Magne sighed. "We can take care of them, no matter how they come out. It's safe, we know it is."

"And you almost got find out a million times" Lucifer rested his head on Magne's shoulder. "With another baby already to take care of, all it takes is one slip."

"I will obliviate anyone who sees more than necessary. Or kill them, I don't care" said Magne easily. He continue petting Lucifer, but his own eyes looked over the tiny figure of Charlie napping. "Do not think I am saying any of this lightly, love. I am well aware of the consequences."

"It's too risky and there is only so much I can even do" Lucifer came closer, his body pressed against the front of Magne. "I would love to have more. A bunch of snakelets following you around in a row that Charlie can play with. Of course I want that too. But maybe it would be best to wait."

"Wait for what, exactly, dear?"

"Break the curse. Or find another solution. Anything that lets me being more able to defend our family, to give both of you a life outside of here" Lucifer separated just enough to see at the wizard. "Or you don't think you can do it now? I guess it has been a while. Maybe this is the best we are going to get and should resign myself already."

"Shut your filthy mouth" hissed Magne through gritted teeth. Lucifer just looked at him and bumped his head lightly against his shoulder. "I made a promise to you. I plan to fulfill it."

"Do it then" Lucifer added with a teasing note. "And when you do, we can have as big of a family as you want. That can be my promise to you."

"I will hold you to it, you know" said Magne with an arched eyebrow. "As soon I made my part, I will expect yours in return."

"I will be happy to" Lucifer nuzzled him, almost hiding on the neck of the professor. "If anyone is capable of doing it, it's going to be you."

"Took you long enough to realize" huffed Alastor. But the hand that hold Lucifer away to join their foreheads was gentle. "I guess I can use that as more motivation, if anything."

At that, the scene dissolved all around us. No matter how many times they went through the same transition, it never stopped feeling like they too would dissapear if they stopped holding onto each other. The only saving grace is that it was brief and suddenly they were back on the Hall of the castle.

It was a new welcoming feast, another year started. Husk immediately found himself in one of the tables, ruffling the now purple and longer hair of a young Anthony sitting at his side.

"Argh, I don't what I was thinking. That was not my color at all" groaned Angel. "The cut is cute though. Should I try it again?"

Husk shushed him just as the Headmistress was standing up, commanding silence out of the rest of the presents without much effort. As she started with her usual speech, Husk took notice of the other professors at the table. Magne was there, of course, with no Charlie on sight so she had to be with her father. Professor Barking was at his side, the same polite sweet smile that was the usual in her face. All the faces he could recognize, except one.

"That guy" commented to Angel, pointing at the man with square glasses sitting at the end of the table. "Fuck, I forgot his name."

"Don't ask me" Angel shrugged. "We didn't even have him for an entire year."

"Please, give your warmest welcome to your new professor of Potions, Vincent Voxwell!"

As the entire Hall was filled with appluases, the man gave a wide smile as he stand up. But they didn't get to hear his speech before they were transfered to another office. This one wasn't Magne's, but it had still other jars in the shelves alongside heavy books. Behind a luxurious desk that looked out of place, professor Voxwell stand up with a bottle in hand.

"You didn't think we would be having our reunion without something to sweeten our tongue, right, Alastor?" Voxwell chuckled, offering the chair in front of him. "Sit down, sit down. How long has it been? Eight years?"

"Nine" said Magne, squinting his eyes behind his glasses. With that one word, Husk already had the impression that the man would have prefered to be a lot more years than that. "I was under the impression that you wanted to teach at Durmstrang. I was rather shocked when Sera mentioned your name as one of our new colleagues."

"Ah, too cold. I got to teach there a year before I bounced. If you ever thought that Hogwarts is too lax about child safety then you haven't seen anything yet. Kids would swim in the frozen lake literally every day, come out and come to class with their hair still wet. I felt shivers just watching them. No, thank you" Voxwell did shivered, making appear a pair of glasses to start filling them out. "No research program is worth that much."

"I would rather not, Vox…"

"Oh, come on, don't leave me drinking it alone. It's Fire Breath Scotch. I know you liked that one. You got super drunk on that one the day after you got the scores to your last exam, remember? You even sang with the karaoke and dance before crashing into the couch."

Magne's lip twitched slightly. He looked over at the bottle and then the man. Apparently deciding that the bottle was worth it after all, he sat down and immediately brought the glass to him as Voxwell sat down.

"So, Hogwarts!" said Voxwell, making an ample gesture. "Not bad for a first time job, eh, Al? Be honest with me. How much did you messed with Sera's mind to let that happen?" teased with a sharp smile.

"Enough to let you come here, it seems" responded Magne with a shrug, taking the first sip and immediately shook his head. He exhaled deeply. "My, it's not kidding with fire breath! I didn't had one of those in ages."

"You are kidding. What the hell do you do then when you aren't teaching these kids to not blow themselves up?"

"Have a life" Magne looked over at the window. "Speaking of, I shouldn't stay for long."

"Why?" Voxwell smiled wide, sitting on the desk with his legs crossed, swaying his drink inside of the glass. "Do you have someone waiting on you?"

"Yes, indeed."

Magne said it simply, taking another sip. Either not noticing or not caring about the way that one of Voxwell's eyes twitched.

"Woulnd't that happen to be your "darling" you wouldn't shut up about back in college?"

Magne didn't answer immediately, looking down at his hand. He couldn't just take away his glove without revealing how coal black his skin had become, or show the golden ring around his finger.

"The same one" said with a pleased smile, that had nothing to do with the other man. "We got married, actually."

Voxwell straightened up, widening his smile even more. Every tooth in full pure white display.

"Great" said, taking a sip. "Congratulations. I haven't seen him in the welcome party. Does he live in the castle?"

"No, we have our own home" Magne took another sip and smiled into the glass. "I fixed it up just for us. Turned out quite lovely, if I do say so myself."

"Awesome" another sip.

"He totally wants him" commented Angel and Husk nodded.

"Oh, yeah. I didn't even know they were friends."

"Honey, we are friends. This guy could have died in a ditch and our dear professor wouldn't even care to know about it."

"So what have you been doing?" continued on Voxwell, sitting up at his chair and lifting his own feet to the desk. "Besides getting hitched to your highschool sweetheart like some nerd."

Magne direted him a sideglance for the rude gesture, but didn't comment on it.

"Oh, nothing much. I continue to keep myself updated on the latest development for protections against curses. Reading, researching, all that fun stuff."

"Oh, yeah, your personal pet project that you never told anyone so nobody stole the idea. Is that still going too?"

"Unfortunately so. I would also like to reap the rewards already, but alas. I guess there is no hurrying up when it comes to new discoveries" Magne shrugged once again, but Husk saw the way his top lip twitching slightly.

"You know, if you told me, I might even be able to help you out. The libraries of Durmstrang are full of that dark stuff and I still keep in contact with some of my collegues there" Voxwell offered, reclining over his chair to get his chin over his palm. "Just give me a mention on your notes when you publish your work and we are even."

"Hum" Magne tilted his head. "I might consider it."

Voxwell's face light up with a grin, offering a toast to new discoveries. The moment their glasses clinked together, they saw a collection of moments. Voxwell coming to the office of Magne with a new bottle. Voxwell inclining over to Magne to tell him something on his ear and Magne chuckling in response. They did look more like friends then. Over and over, moments of them looking for the other and spending time together. Sometimes professor Barkin was there, but most of the time she wasn't. Until they finally settled on another scene, as Magne was walking through the back door of their home. Lucifer slithered down from the stairs to come to find him and flickered his tongue, lifting his head off the floor.

"You are drunk" commented, with a less than pleased tone.

"I am tipsy" nodded Magne, smiling big as he let his scarf on the hanger of the hallway. "It's the first day of vacations, dear. All the teachers got together to celebrate. Was I supposed to say no?" The man turned to Lucifer and kissed his head. "How is Charlie?"

"She is sleeping now" Lucifer sighed, following as Magne was making his way to their bedroom. Falling with a grace expected from a man who just wanted to rest already, Magne pulled out his hand to take out and put in their place his shoes. "That new guy brought the bottles."

"Yep" Magne sighed and struggled to pull out his tie, before he sighed and just changed his clothes into pajama to let himself lay on the bed. Lucifer came close to wrap himself around the man, his head near Magne's hand that he used to pet him. "I don't even remember what it was, but it didn't taste bad."

"You could just say no."

"Why? It's not like any of us has to work tomorrow. All the students are gone already."

If snakes could frown or pout, that was no doubt the kind of expression that Lucifer would be giving him.

"Nevermind" said with a sigh. Magne opned up his mouth, but he continue on before he could let out any word. "Has he helped you out with the books?"

"He said that sometime this week he should be receiving them" Magne turned to Lucifer and hugged to his body like it were a long pillow, one leg over. "Are you upset?"

"No."

"You sound upset. Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Don't be jealous, dear" Magne nuzzled against the portion of Lucifer's neck that has his golden ring.

"I am not jealous" insisted Lucifer with a huff. "You are free to have your friends and have fun. I am not going to stop you from doing that."

"That would be rich considering you were the one insisting I should relate to other people" pointed out Magne, arm wrapping tighter around Lucifer.

"Exactly. That is why I am perfectly okay."

"Not to mention, it would be very, very stupid" said Magne, his words slurring even more as he was quickly getting tired. "Because if you asked me, I would kill him on the blink of an eye."

"Al, come on. I am not doing that."

"No, really" Magne sighed, stroking the neck of the snak up and down. "If he makes you think for a second that you and Charlie aren't everything to me, I will kill him and feed it to you two. I don't" Magne yawned, nuzzling his head on top of the longer body, "care. I will tell him that too if I have to."

"Please, don't" Lucifer sighed, like threats of murder were just the norm around Magne. Most likely it was.

"Mmm, I will prepare him with curry."

"Al."

"With a side of rice."

"I am not indulging this."

"Little bits for Charlie."

Lucifer finally let out a snort and Magne smirked.

"You are awful" commented Lucifer and lifted his tail, patting the back of Magne, the tip slipping over the shoulder of the wizard.

"The fact that you keep being surprised by that is both amusing and baffling" Magne kissed the white scales over the golden line and humme as he relaxed even more. "I love you" said, his word barely legible.

"I love you too" Lucifer sighed and lifted a cover for the two of them.

The change was quick, almost as much as Magne closing his eyes. From laying on his bed with pajamas, he was suddenly standing in the chamber of Lucifer and walking backwards from the entrance.

"Don't even think about doing anything funny" Voxwell walked towards him. With each step of him, Magne moved more. The smile of the wizard was still there, but it was a tight, tensed up one, more similar to the gnarl of a beast than the friendly gesture of a man. As the man got closer to where they were standing, they could see the wand of Magne stand out from his pocket. "I should have known that there was something weird with this whole get up you have now, but I didn't think you would be making sacrifices of dumb tourist in the fucking forest. That one did shock me, I will give you that."

"First of all, it wasn't a sacrifice. It was a hunt because he had tried to invade my space first. Second of all, I don't take kindly recieving judgement from the man who saw that and choose to stay quiet" Magne was still moving even as Voxwell stayed still, reaching the center of the chamber. "Why?"

"Well, obviously, I had to see what you were actually doing. With all those books about ancient curses, now blood being spilled and you showing all the signs of an old curse user, that sounded pretty interesting, don't you think?"

"What signs?"

Voxwell moved his head to a side with a smirk.

"Seriously? Are you playing dumb now? Take off those gloves."

"Which gloves?"

Voxwell smiled wider.

"If you want me to burn them off your skin, I can just do that too. Nobody would even tell me it was wrong."

"No, of course not" Magne pulled out the gloves and showed his blackened hands. "Satisfied?"

"Oh, shit!" Voxwell laughed, still pointing his wand at the man. "That is fucking unbelievable. I heard the tip of the fingers or the palm becoming like that, but the whole hand? How much does it reaches? It's your entire arm like that?"

Magne didn't respond, a low growl being the only sound out of him, and Voxwell laughed.

"Oh, man, you must have done a bunch of really fucked up shit then! Stuff that no doubt people are going to want to investigate" Voxwell crinked his eyes, delighted with this opportunity. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised from the man who so casually talks parsel to his little abomination kid when he thinks nobody is watching. Was she part of the reason why are you like that?"

"No, it was already like that before I had her" Magne lowered his head, glaring at the man through his bangs of black hair. "What is that you want?"

"Answers, obviously! I have to tell Sera something concrete, right? Now, we can do this the easy way, with you just spilling everything you have been doing, with that man and others, or I can pull it out of you. I personally don't mind either, but I will leave it up to you."

"Why, Vox, you already know the bigger beats" said Magne calmly. "I am looking into breaking a curse. To break a curse, you need to know how to make a curse first. It's all in the pursuit of knowledge and research, nothing else."

"Yeah, no, bullshit. You did not need to hunt a man for the forest like that and take him hanging in the air with you. Literally no magic needs you to do just that just to kill him."

"Oh no, you are right about that one" Magne lifted his chin, showing off a grin that revealed almost to his gums. "That was just for fun. And not only my own either."

"I guess you are counting the little monster you have in a cage on that."

"No, that was past her bedtime already. Children need their sleep, after all. That was for my darling. A little gift to cheer him up if you will."

"You still on that?" Vox sneered, arching an eyebrow over his square glasses. "I have been paying attention to you and not once have I see this little husband of yours. Nobody but Rosie can tell me shit about him, and Rosie will lie her ass off if it means nothing for her. Not once I have seen you with him, nobody else had, not any of the events at the school. Either you keep him hidden on a cage too like your kid or he is a fucking ghost, which is it? Of course the easy explanation is that you have been lying to everyone for ten years, but I want to believe you wouldn't be as pathetic as that."

Magne's head tilted slightly, as if hearing something in the distance. From his perspective, they could hear it too. Something moving in the water in one of the entrances at his side. The way that Magne's shoulder relaxed could have been a sign of defeat, if one wanted to read it like that.

"Or, a fourth, even easier option" said Magne, his voice almost mocking, "I didn't want you to meet him because I value our privacy and I do not like to mix my personal life with work. You didn't even consider that one, did you?"

"You kinda burned that boat when you put your own daughter in a cage to exhibit during class, Al, sorry to tell you."

"Not my fault that her father is busy and my babysitter has a life of her own."

"Too busy to raise his own kid? You really know how to pick them, huh, buddy?" Voxwell went for a blatantly fake laugh that irked Magne's like someone scratching through ice.

"I won't be discussing my family with you, Vox. If you just give me my wand and start running away, I might even be so generous to give you a ten minute start. You can go very far with that"

"Why would I do that, when I can just deliver you to the Headmistress with everything I have find out already? I wonder under what leash your little girl is going to end up with. As a guard dog, perhaps? Or just to do experiments with to find out how the hell was made?"

Magne's smile spasmed in his face in a way neither of them had ever witnessed before. They had seen their professor angry or mad. They had never seen that level of fury that made his whole body shiver and his muscle tense up with the primal need to break someone's neck. Husk had no doubt that if he haven't heard the water moving around him, he would have done that happily, laughing all the way. Instead, by some miracle, he just stayed there.

"Threatening a toddler, Voxwell?" said with a look that had already stabbed the man in front seventy times. "That is low even for you."

"You want to claim the moral high ground?" Voxwell chuckled. "Really? The murderer who probably used the blood of their victims for his curses?"

"Not just their blood. Their entire lives."

Magne took a step back. Voxwell lifted his wand. At the same time, the water splashed as Lucifer emerged from it, going towards them.

"The fuck is that?!" Voxwell threw a spell that sparkled in blue light, only to bounce off Lucifer's skin.

Over and over, all his spells were useless as Lucifer moved faster over the ground. First around Magne, becoming bigger to cover his entire body, and then smaller, even faster, to reach Voxwell with his mouth fully open. Angel covered up his mouth and Husk swallowed, sure that he was about to witness Lucifer devour a man without leaving anything behind.

Instead of dissapearing right from where he was, however, Voxwell's fell to the floor on his side. Husk thought the man was dead when the eyes kept blinking behind the square glasses. With a flick of his tail, Lucifer pushed away the wand of Voxwell and picked Magne's from his pocket with his mouth, going over to its legitimate owner.

"Are you okay?" asked Lucifer, as soon he could talk again. He started flickering his tongue around Magne, sniffing for any wounds or something that wouldnt be right.

"I am okay, dear" Magne patted the white head and kissed his crown. His whole framme seemed to leave a big part of its tension behind as the snake fretted over checking him over. "He didn't had any opportunity to do anything."

"But was going to!" Lucifer suddenly rised up, glaring at the paralyzed form. "If you didn't give him what he wanted, he would have done something."

"Why didn't you just kill him then?" Magne sounded simply confused by that development.

"You think I don't want to after the bullshit he said? But he is still one of your coleagues and sorta friend of yours, so if he just dissapears…"

"I am going to stop you right there, darling" Magne sighed, pulling his necktie and then taking it out over his head to throw it to a side. "Do you really think I care in the slightest? Not even just about him specifically, but anyone, above you or Charlie?"

"I did not say that at all" Lucifer turned to Magne and stood still as he was pulling out his shoes, leaving them to a side. "What are you doing?"

"Showing you how little that man matters."

Another shift in the scene.

"Oh, come on!" exclaimed Husk, turning away. "Why it's always the sex memories with this man?"

"Technically it's not sex yet. I for one prefer these kind to the gorey ones" Angel sighed, comfortably sitting on the floor. "This looks kinky too."

"Angel, shut up."

Husk groaned, sitting next to him, but giving his back to the scene. He had seen more than enough to understand what was happening anyway.

Voxwell was no longer paralyzed in the floor. But to say that he was standing up would have been kind of a stretch, bound as he was by magic to one of the columns of the chamber, his feet dangling in the air without falling. Magne himself was standing completely nude in front of him, bended over to meet him.

"I am going to give you one last chance" was saying Magne, as calm as could be. The state of his body did not worry him at all. Lucifer kept his tail just in front of the feet of the man, protectively. "If you want to get out of here with just an obliviate spell on, rip your own eyes out now. I let you get control of your arms back just for that. If you insist on keeping your eyes open, my Lucifer will eat you whole" Voxwell opened up his mouth, clearly meaning to say fuck you, but had no sound accompanying it. Magne tilted his head, amused. "I personally don't mind the just getting rid of you, but life is about choices, isn't it? And I guess you did get me those books. Consider this my sign of gratitude towards you. Either way, I have a point to make to my husband and you are a convenient way to do it."

Voxwell lifted two fingers up. The only two fingers he needed to make clear what he thought of the situation, his angry face making the perfect accompaniment to further drive the point. Magne did not seem to mind as he turned to Lucifer, caressing his face with both hands. Angel could see that, despite being ignored, Voxwell was significantly less upset admiring what he had in front.

"The guy is totally checking that ass" commented outloud, only to recieve a half assed shove from Husk. "Alright, alright, I will stop" conceded with a chuckle.

"Fucking thank you."

"You don't have to do this" said Lucifer, bumping his head against Magne's softly.

"Maybe, but I want to" Magne kissed him between the eyes and hold him up to do as well with his closed mouth. "I want you to understand something here" whispered, his hand already slipping towards the point he knew so well to tease the entrance open and slip a finger in. "I want you to understand there is no comepetition between our family and the rest of the world, love. I made my choice already and I will gladly pay the consequences. If someone has to bleed for it, then that is just fun."

"Sometimes I wonder who is the monster between us" Lucifer said it like a sigh, closing his eyes as Magne moved his wrist rythmically.

"Why it has to be one or the other?" Magne hummed near the head. Another finger joined the first and Lucifer looked at him through half close lids. "Why we can't both be monsters, love? There is nothing that great about humans anyway."

"Wasn't the whole idea…" Lucifer took a breath, almost losing his train of thought but grabbing it again "to help me be a human again?"

"You will be my Lucifer no matter what shape you take" That sounded like both a sweet reassurance, a promise and a threat all wrapped into one. "I will take you out of here, one way or another. Always mine, no matter what. But humanity is so overrated. Isn't enough as long we have our family?"

"Would it be?" Lucifer looked at him and Magne took the lounge his tongue against his.

As the two tongue found each other, joining together inside of Magne's mouth, the two dicks sprung under his fingers. The hands of Magne could only rub one at a time, so the other had to join by necessity. Angel already knew that with the tip there was no issue, but once it came down to the base the girth made it impossible to close the circle of finger around it. The way it had bumps around it was no issue anymore for Magne.

Voxwell's lip twitched, revealing a portion of white teeth, but his eyes followed the movement anyway and even lifted his head a little to get a better view. When Magne pulled away from the kiss, a bit of drool was slipping at the corner of his mouth that Lucifer went to lick. A smal pleasant hum came out of the wizard.

"Until you stop asking that question" Magne went on his knees, keeping the eye contact with Lucifer as both his wrist were moving up and down "I will keep proving to you this is not a choice. This is the only choice for me. There is not and there has never been an alternative."

It was then that Angel realized that the same spell that Magne had used between his legs to being able to recieve his husband, he had it applied on his mouth as well. With slow methodical licks, Magne concentrated at the tip of first one dick and took it all in, squeezing the other with his hand. Even with the spell on, Angel could see the shape of Lucifer protruding from the throat of the wizard. Then he made the switch effortlessly as Lucifer's pants filled the ears of the man, as if it was the only sound worth hearing.

"For Merlin, I love you" Magne smiled through having his mouth full with all Lucifer had to offer.

Lucifer moaned low as the wizard moved his head slowly, then fast, his curls following in the air. His work earned him even more sounds that sounded amplified, not because of the chamber, but because Magne was perceiving them that way.

As he pulled out, the two dicks bounced between his face and Lucifer's body. Drops of saliva and other fluids jumped out. One of them landed over the eyebrow of Magne and Lucifer bended to clean it off.

"If you do" purred Magne, licking the tip of the closest dick he had, "then show it to me."

Lucifer let out a growl. His human voice could have never made a sound like that, it was a fully animal one. Not that different from a lion or some other beast used to inspire fear on their prey before going for the kill. That was the only warning before his body quickly moved, wrapping itself around Magne's middle and elevating him on the air as he increased his size to have a better grip. With the rest of his body, of course, the two dicks as well were becoming bigger, thicker than Magne's thighs and larger than his whole torso.

"He is like a doll compared to him. Really hitting that size kink" commented Angel, frankly impressed, and Husk, trying to turn himself into a turtle, knocked a shoulder against his. "Ups, sorry, honey."

Somehow, even after being handled like that, Magne still had his wand in hand. As Lucifer was accomodating him just above the tip of one of his cocks, Magne pronnounced again the spell that Angel already knew to move the two of them, joining them together as if hold together by a giant hand to directly go towards the entrance waiting for them, as if Magne had put on a magnet that only Lucifer was attracted to. His legs elevated in the air and dangled before he could grab his own knees, keeping them apart.

Despite his eyes almost fully turning red, despite the drool escaping the open mouth, the twitching and heat coming off his genitalia needing some release, Lucifer still looked down to the wizard for one last check of his state. Magne's face had no fear whatsoever, mouth already open in anticipation, but when he noticed the look of Lucifer he smiled wider than before.

"Come on, darling" said and wiggled his bottom just the tiniest bit, playfully.

That was the last thread of Lucifer's self control being burned and forgotten about. Lucifer's tail holding Magne brouht him roughly against him and Magne actually screamed, his voice filling the entire chamber, just as his body was being filled. Angel lifted his head further to see a noticeable bulge elevating from Magne's belly as Lucifer moved him. Never fully getting away, but never staying still either.

"Such a tight pussy, babe" The voice of Lucifer was feral like his movements, panting on top of him. The tail around Magne was moving at the same time he thrusted. With each impact, Magne couldn't keep quiet or speak at all. "Such a fine little mate you are for me. I so fucking wish to see you round with all my eggs. Are you going to make good on your promise so I can fill you up, babe?"

Magne made incoherent loud whiny noises that apparently were enough of a answer for Lucifer, who chuckled. When Magne lost the grip of his own legs and didn't had the strenght to keep them up, Lucifer inclined him towards heard first over the floor to let the gravity do the work by holding his shoulders. On that position, it was even easier to see the way that Lucifer's double genitalia was absorbed by the body of the wizard without any resistance. The only evidence of his presence being a buldge on Magne's abdomen, lowering only when Lucifer pulled back. When he did that, his cocks came out coated on the fluids from both of them until it was actually dripping to the floor in thick drops.

Through all of that, at some point Voxwell had already dropped any pretension of disgust or anger and was fully following the action panting. Angel had already seen the man try to touch himself, but the spell that Magne had put on him didn't allowed him to touch anything on himself that wasn't his own face. Something he only ever did in order to readjust his glasses that were slightly foggy by his own elevated body temperature. His dilated pupils readjusted quickly to not lose a single second of the couple in front of him.

Lucifer bite down in the calf of Magne, keeping it up as if to open him up further. The blood of the man crawled down, a hungry tongue lapping at it. The toes expanded to the air and shook, not trying to escape, but trembling all over with the force of the intense orgasm. A high pitch scream couldhave come from someone being tortured in the slowest way possble.

On that angle, it was impossible to miss the way that Magne was arching his hips to rub himself on the snake, quivering in Lucifer's hold until he stayed still with his back arched. It was as if all his nerves have been electrified at once, just the tiniest bit of movement between his legs revealing how his muscles were still twitching. The contractions made to Lucifer to roll his eyes, moving even faster, furiously. The head of Magne bobed in the air with the impulse.

Lucifer lifted his fangs out where they had been and grunted, more blood pouring until some spots reached Magne's face and he licked them pulling his own tongue out. The bigger body slammed against him to his own climax. Magne screamed again. His stomach filled up even more until the eye of the wizard were tearing up and then deflated as Lucifer's cock returned to his body.

Magne's legs twitched as the thick cum was slipping out of him, coming down to join the rest of their evidence. It wasn't difficult to notice that if it wasn't because of Lucifer holding him up, Magne would be a poddle in the floor. For a moment it didn't seemed like anything else mattered to him but to breath as his body took care of everything. Lucifer fixed up the angle slowly and pressed his nose against the bump that Magne still sported. Another moan, more cum escaping him.

Lucifer flickered his tongue around the face of the wizard as he gently hold his head up with the tip of his tail. Magne needed a couple of seconds to regain his composure enough to lift a hand and pat the nose.

"I am… fine" sighed Magne, eyes closed.

"He didn't rip his own eyes, babe" The eyes of Lucifer glared up front.

Voxwell noticed that and tensed up. It seemed like he had completely forgotten he was in front of a beast right until that moment. A shiver ran over the man as he started to sweat in place, trying and failing to get ride of his magical bindings.

"Then you know what to do, love" Magne patted him again.

Lucifer looked down at him and nuzzled against the wizard's temple. As softly as he was capable, Lucifer lowered Magne back to the floor and let him laid down. Magne extended his legs and relaxed. When Lucifer moved quickly towards Voxwell, jaws unhinged, Magne didn't even react with a blink. The spell only allowed Voxwell to not being able to touch himself, but was still vulnreable to be reached by someone else.

Lucifer didn't bother to use his venom. He swallowed him whole as the legs kicked in the air, up until Lucifer lifted his head to the ceiling and all of their professor dissapeared from the world. Angel didn't want to see, but couldn't move his eyes away, no matter how revolting it was.

"Remind me…" said finally, blinking fast. The image was just staying there in front of his retinas, just like it happened with the first kill they saw. "Uh…" He couldn't remember what he was going to add.

"They told us he went to the forest to try to gather some ingredients and never came back or was found" said Husk, reaching a hand to hold his arm. "That was the story they made up."

"Yeah, yeah, you right. How could I forget."

Husk's hand rubbed him, both a reassurance that it was okay and a reaffirmation of how real they were to each other.

"It's okay" said gently, just before they felt the pull taking them away the memory.

When they opened up their eyes again, they were back on the office.

#radioapple #appleradio #duckiedeer #hazbin hotel au #lucifer x alastor #harry potter au

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bg3fandomcritical-active · 3 months ago

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The “evil” ending for an “evil” character is the good ending for that character. All the facts in the game say so. Spawn's ending is terrible: Astarion is abruptly and painfully deceived, and rejected. He doesn't expect at first what happens, he's been walking in the sun before, and probably deep down he desperately hoped things would stay the same. And he burns and runs away while the others rejoice in their victory, including Tav, and while they celebrate, Astarion sits somewhere behind the crates at the dock, curled up in a lump, slowly healing his wounds. Not only that - hunger will haunt him forever. Dulled senses and feelings - a vampire spawn has dulled senses. For example, he will no longer be able to savor the taste of food, wine (as AA does in his happy epilogue). The undead odor that will now exude from his body has returned. The sun that Astarion loved so much, and which is now killing him, is in many ways also a symbol of how the “bright world” rejects Astarion as something “foreign”. This bright, joyful, sunny, and light world in which there is no place for the likes of Astarion. Sure, a player can be on the side of the “bright world”, and everyone has their own beliefs, morals, etc., that's understandable. But it's unlikely that Astarion wants to accept that he has to retreat into darkness. And whatever the “artistic intent” may be, on the facts, it looks the way it looks in the game. And on the facts, a good ending for Astarion is the Ascension. The fact that he is no longer hungry or in need of a tadpole is far more important to me (and consequently to my Tav) than the fact that Astarion has decided to call me a pet (oops, trouble!). When on the one hand - “ spawn forever”, hunger, burning, vulnerability, depression and so on, and on the other “scarecrows” with “relationship inequality”, especially since all this “inequality” before the advent of kissing patch 6, consisted in the opportunity to admire playful Astarion, who demonstrated deep, strong affection and love. Abusing someone who genuinely loves, understands and supports him ( like in patch 6) is of course his story as written. Extremely poorly written, in that case. In all my life and all my gaming experience, I've never encountered worse writing, alas. At least now that it's fixed I can think of when he says "I'm always watching" and how it shows his love, the attention he gives to Tav. Even when socializing with other companions, you can think of Astarion watching, meaning he's still around, and rejoice in that. The adorable bat that often stops its flight near Tav is also very cute, and sort of hints at the possibility of being together, even while doing different things. For many of us, “flags” are of the Ascended Astarion are quite green, and some may even be gold. And speaking of emotional abuse, there are quite a few very, very “red” flags in Tav's behavior towards Spawn:

1. Manipulation. Tav manipulates Astarion into giving up what he really wants - the healing that the ritual will give him. If you fail the Persuasion check for this manipulation, Astarion will say how he feels about it, and how he “wants” the kind of fate Tav wishes for him.

2. Astarion suffers a lot in the scene of abandoning the ritual. It's a very heavy scene that just can't be watched without tears. Astarion cries if he doesn't ascend because he will be hit not only with the pain and grief of what has been taken from him, but also with the realization that nothing can be taken back. From the realization of the future that awaits him. Tav doesn't care. No reaction to it.

3. Tav specifically doesn't care about the state of Astarion at all. Not a single attempt to find not that healing, even at least some artifact to protect him from the sun. Tav is quietly going about his other, “more important” business and having fun.

4. Tav's behavior in the graveyard seems somehow not particularly empathic, despite what Astarion tells them. Well, that's okay, we also have terrible post-Ascension dialog where I have to exclusively “want to become a vampire” because otherwise I have to “want his body” and spit on all of Astarion's past traumas.

5. The scene at the docks is the apotheosis and culmination of the embodiment of the worst partner behavior example in the relationship. Tav doesn't care about Astarion specifically.

#bg3 critical #tw astarion

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Human x Non Human Masterlist

All Dressed in White (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Phil was the demonic virus that had crept into Dan’s mind, fooling him with blue eyes and a heart stopping smile.

Even when Dan found out Phil wasn’t real, he was still real enough. Dan craved forever with this non-human boy, and he was going to get it. Nobody could ever come between them and love.

A Day in the Life of a Shapeshifter (fur, ears and a tail.) (ao3) - fin_flora

Summary: Sometimes Dan and Phil just want to spend a whole Sunday on the sofa, cuddled up together as they do everything and nothing in between.

And sometimes Dan likes to be a Neko so he shifts into one.

A Pain In The Neck (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan goes to the shelter to find a cat and comes home with a passive aggressive, battles scarred neko called Phil. Whilst the neko may be soft at heart he doesn't half drive Dan round the bend.

A Small Eternity - ihavecoldhands

Summary: Dan is a sort of ghost who can never be touched by a human, or he’ll disappear. Phil falls in love with him anyway. Based on the manga oneshot Hotarubi no Mori e by Yuki Midorikawa (it was also made into a short anime film).

Birthday wish (ao3) - R3ad3r1

Summary: Phil is a vampire, he is in love with a human: Dan. Everything seems fine between the two of them until Dan's birthday comes.

Blood Will Spill (ao3) - RooLlamaBlue28

Summary: London is not a safe city. Creatures lurk in the shadows. Creatures like Dan, a monstrous vampire with the insatiable thirst for fresh, human blood. Phil is his boyfriend and roommate, living with the demon that could kill him at anytime. The tension between an all powerful vampire and an innocent human is thick, both not able to comprehend how their relationship works. They both know that Phil will not live forever. A single bite could change all of that. Phil has to make a decision. One that will change his life for eternity.

(Vampire! Dan and Innocent Human! Phil)

Call Me D-4-N (ao3) - Do_it_with_the_Howell_Lesters

Summary: Phil gets abducted by alien!dan

Eternity - velarisstars

Summary: Vampire!Phil will do anything to protect his human boyfriend, Dan. Even if that means turning him into the very thing Phil didn’t want him to be. But when Dan gets severely hurt, that seems to be the only option for the both of them.

Ghostly (ao3) - Full_Moon_Lover

Summary: Dan Howell has been able to see ghosts his whole life. Things have gone from bad to worse now that his mother remarried and he finds himself sharing his new room with Phil, avery good looking guy. A guy, who happens to be dead.

Hunt You Down (ao3) - benotafraidofwriting

Summary: Dan helps Phil whenever it's that time of the month.

I Am Not Your Master; I Am Your Partner (wattpad) - SpringHaze

Summary: This series begins with present day and tells the origin story of a young neko boy, Dan, and his partner, Phil, through reflections of the past, including the evolution of the unique and somewhat taboo relationship between and human and neko.

i fell in love at the seaside (ao3) - larry_hystereks

Summary: in which mermaid dan is using his human legs for the first time and a curious phil is there to help.

Insatiable (ao3) - benotafraidofwriting

Summary: Phil is an incubus and Dan is his human boyfriend.

Just Add Water (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: The rebellious teenage mermaid Dan is fascinated with life on land. On one of his visits to the surface, which are forbidden by his controlling father, King Howell, he falls for a human prince, Phil Lester. Determined to be with his new love, Dan makes a dangerous deal with the sea witch Nash Grier to become human for three days. But when plans go awry for the star-crossed lovers, the king must make the ultimate sacrifice for his son.

Mermaid Phil (ao3) - danielshands

Summary: mermaid Phil, human Dan

Misplaced Emotions - jilliancares

Summary: Dan Howell is a vampire who’s lost his humanity, and all he wants is to fuck Phil Lester, who just so happens to be a vampire hunter.

My (Dead) Best Friend (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan is a vampire and Phil is his clumsy, squeamish, and very human best friend.

Of Blood and Rose Petals (ao3) - drxpdead

Summary: Dan is a vampire who has been taught all his long life that he is superior to the human race. He is better and stronger, and will outlive them all, until the be of time. But sometimes he just gets lonely.

sucking your blood until your heart stops beating (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Honestly, Phil had never even noticed that there was something different about Dan. He just knew that Dan had gone out one night to get some more coffee granules from the shop and he hadn’t come back until the next afternoon. It was a little weird, but Dan had shrugged it off when Phil asked, and Phil knew from years of experience that if Dan didn’t want to talk about it then nothing in the whole world would make him.

The city is so loud (but you drown out all the noise) (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil's pack might have kicked him out for mating with a human, but his love for Dan was much stronger than anything he'd ever experienced before. It wasn't easy to adjust to living with Dan in his - now their - small flat in London, but Phil would do it again in a heartbeat. With Dan by his side, Phil was sure he could get used to all the weird things humans did.

The Creature I Become (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil didn’t want to become the monster he is now. He didn’t want to be a blood thirsty animal that needs to kill to servive. Phil never wanted to be a vampire. While trying to hide this all from his boyfriend Dan, all the secerts he had been keeping seem to start pushing Dan over the edge and makes him want to know why Phil is hiding things from.

The Insomniac and the Vampire (ao3) - omgdatphantho

Summary: Phil’s a vampire and Dan can’t sleep.

The Meaning of Love (ao3) - phandomsub

Summary: Phil Lester is an intern at the British Society of the Prevention of Cruelty to Neko – an organisation that focuses on rescuing abandoned or mistreated neko and rehabilitating them for re-adoption. He can't say he fully agrees with the way many neko are treated, but in a world where they have no rights Phil has to agree that being someone's pet is the best option for them. Then neko #504 is brought into the shelter and Phil finally realises just how alike humans and neko are.

The Problem of Pizza (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Vampire!Phil has never tried pizza, which his human boyfriend (Dan) finds a great travesty.

The truth potion (ao3) - TheDyingRedRose

Summary: Red~ prompted from a list on tumblr.

Just because Phil can make potions, doesn't mean he isn't clumsy.

total eclipse of the heart (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: The logistics of forever.

Velvet Underworld (ao3) - Cadensaurus (orphan_account)

Summary: So Dan finds out he thinks neko outfits are pretty cute, and Phil buys one for him, and there's toying and teasing and a whole new side of Phil that Dan never knew existed.

With you by my side (ao3) - TsingaDark

Summary: Dan, a grumpy, hot-chocolate-loving and book-writing vampire, wants nothing to do with humans.

Phil, a cheery, coffee-loving and colourful human, wants to get to know Dan.

Or, the one where vampires are nothing like in movies or tv shows and Dan has had enough of being hunted by humans and only wants to read his book in peace and quiet, please and thank you.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #au #humanxnonhuman #humanxnonhuman masterlist #werewolf #vampire #mermaid #neko

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moinsbienquekaworu · 2 years ago

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Salut my beloved!

Une petite question pour toi: as-tu une liste de recommandations de snarry fic en français?

(Et aussi: comment dit-on "my beloved" en français? J'aimerais les bons mots utiliser, et je ne pense pas google translate est 100% correct lol)

(Et aussi aussi: oui j'ai pris un cours de français, mais that was several years ago, alors pendant je t'écris le message me tout seul, j'utilise beaucoup google translate!) (If that counts!) (Et seulement je appris le vouvoiement alors j'écris V Formal lol merci de me trouver mignon 🥺)

MON AMOUR MON BIEN-AIMÉ!!! I went and found the fics I used to like back in Ye Olden Days of me reading fic in french <3 sorted by order of which one I remembered first, except my forever faves are at the top of the list because I love favouritism. Most of the links are to FFnet unfortunately, if I found the fic on AO3 I linked to that but french Snarry mostly seemed/seems to be on FFnet.

I'll say it juust in case but some of those I still consider masterpieces and some of those I think weren't very well written in retrospect. That means possible grammar/spelling mistakes and dubious plot/characterisation choices, but it doesn't mean I don't think the fics aren't worth reading ever at all. Sure most of them I cringe at if I reread them but they were important to me. There might be obscure slang or incomprehensible language mistakes though, sorry for that Tomas.

@zeawesomebirdie it posted before I finished the list so here's a tag to make sure you see it haha

• Le Sang des Innocents by Tabourette (280k, 48 chapters)

Le sang, ce liquide carmin qui maintient en vie mais qui peut aussi causer la mort. Une chose si banale mais pourtant chargée de pouvoir. Il nous relit les uns aux autres, nous enchaîne, fait basculer des vies, bouleverse des destins.

-> The summary is incredibly obscure and I love it. It's half a vampire!Severus/blood source!Harry (in french fanfic they're usually called chalices but I don't think there's an equivalent in english) and half a Remus/Draco, which you really get used to actually. It's the one I've been meaning to translate for years. It's absolutely incredible. If you don't like vampires at least give this one a few chapters. The first half is relationship establishing and halfway through the 'real' plot comes bursting in and it's great. Unforgettable, all time fave. AND this one I know doesn't have typos or mistakes.

• Puppy by Mandy Mandala7338 (174k, 15 chapters)

Après la guerre, le Survivant se sent de plus en plus seul et incompris. Sa vie lui échappe, il ne contrôle plus rien, surtout pas ses sentiments. Pourtant, des gens s'inquiètent pour lui et un homme va décider de l'aider. Il fera découvrir à Harry des facettes inconnues de sa vie, ce qui, à sa surprise, va lui plaire plus que prévu. Slash M/M. BDSM

-> Blueprint for who I am as a person and I'm not joking. This fic did 14yo me's BDSM education (I know shhh I know) it helped me with my adolescent feelings and it never left my heart. When I saw the summary for Pacify I went 'hey that sounds like Puppy I should give it a shot!' because yeah the premise is similar, though it isn't executed the same at all. If you are also fascinated by stories about kink written by people who know what they're talking about this is probably the best you'll find in terms of french Snarry. Good grammar as well!

• SAS, Son Altesse Sérénissime by Nanola Meylhann (195k, 28 chapters)

Depuis plusieurs siècles, la famille Rogue règne sur Poudlard, une principauté prospère. Pour le prince, tout va être chamboulé lors de sa montée sur le trône et un secret millénaire va être déterré, mettant en péril les croyances du régent, ses choix et ses décisions.

-> The worldbuilding is kind of insane honestly. Does it make a lot of sense no did I love it yeah. Here Severus is the prince of an imaginary principality and Harry is his ancestral curse-mandated soulmate who had a shit life and starts the fic as a prostitute. The writing is good but Harry doesn't speak very formal french in it so it might be hard to understand in parts.

• La guerre des contrats by Rose_British (70k, 20/?)

Albus a abusé de son pouvoir pour fiancer Harry à Ginny. Il n'avait juste pas prévu l'existence d'un autre contrat…

-> This isn't a "learnt to love your forced spouse" arranged marriage fic, it's a "kick Dumbledore's ass as a power couple" fic. Lots of contracts and legal stuff and grey!powerful!Harry and going to Gringotts, you know how it is. This used to fascinate me. On hiatus but I really hope the author comes back to it if they can!

• Une Histoire de la soumission by Mayunaise (95k, 13 chapters)

"C'est grâce à ce livre que j'ai enfin compris ta relation avec Snape. Tu devrais rester à l'écart de lui. Il est dangereux", dit Hermione. "Mais Snape est mort !", cria Harry. "Justement." Comment Harry, à cause d'un mystérieux grimoire intitulé Une Histoire de la Soumission, développe une obsession folle et désespérée pour feu Severus Snape. 8e année - HPSS - COMPLETE

-> This is a gem this is an anomaly I read it once years ago haven't touched it since and have only vague memories of it but I KNOW I'm right. Its vibes are intense and unforgettable. There's some kind of weird stuff in the flashbacks Harry lives through when he's into the book, fair warning.

• Cloîtré and Les âges sombres by sioban parker (36k & 12 chapters, 38k & 10 chapters)

COMPLETE. En 5e année, Harry réalise avec stupeur que, dans une vie antérieure, il était novice dans une abbaye. Et que Snape était près de lui… UA médiéval et monacal. HPSS !

Suite de Cloîtré. Pour l'inquisition, le maintien de l'ordre social et religieux est l'objectif premier. Malheur à ceux qui s'écartent du rang. HPSS médiéval. COMPLETE

-> I won't lie my memories of those two are extremely vague but the summary sounds dope haha. Also I dowloaded them and I do believe I thought highly of them so yeah? For sure medieval Snarry in an abbey is a choice but I love authors who try weird stuff and Severus does have medieval monk vibes in a way.

• Mardi Gras and Le Carnaval by Archimede (14k, 61k & 4 chapters)

OS. Durant toute la journée, Severus avait dû supporter ses incapables d'élèves ainsi qu'une rébellion de Gryffondor. Aussi, quand Neville l'avait invité à dîner chez lui le soir, il n'aurait jamais cru que la soirée soit aussi mouvementée… ou pas.

Suite de "Mardi Gras". Depuis la soirée de la chandeleur, Severus est sur le qui-vive. Draco et Neville veulent se marier et Harry lui en fait voir de toutes les couleurs. Mais ce n'est pas tout ! Il doit aussi se rendre au carnaval du petit Teddy et subir un repas avec les Weasley… Mais qui a dit que Severus Snape, Serpentard de son état, se laisserait faire ?

-> Vague memories of these but they're fun memories! I love when they do things with other people <3

• La vie d'un calice by kelokelo (235k, 42 chapters)

Harry calice d'un Rogue vampire ? Vous n'y croyez pas ? Et pourtant…

-> Okay this one I had to include because it meant a lot to me and I was obsessed with it but also it's um. Well. It's not very well written. It has grammar mistakes and weird characterisation and some truly deranged turns of phrase and bad plotlines. But it was part of my french Snarry experience and leaving it behind because it's kind of bad would feel mean to me. Probably not good if you're not sure of your grasp of french though. Also you can see the use of the term "calice", chalice again, which, well, I had a vampire phase, what do you want.

• Héritage by emeraldcryst (188k, 23/?)

Un héritage ça plait toujours non? Quand on ne s'appelle pas Harry Potter peut être…

-> I was really into vampires but I also loved creature inheritance fics lol. Another one that's not up to my current standard but that I remember fondly, if very vaguely. It's up to you if you want to read kinda bad Veela Harry :')

• Extermination by Crapounette (105k, 10 chapters)

Dolorès Ombrage a lancé une campagne d'extermination des nuisibles nocturnes. Premières victimes : Remus et Tonks ainsi que le vampire Severus Rogue. Ayant tenté de venger Remus, Harry Potter est jeté à Azkaban où il retrouve le vampire. HP/SS Vamp/calice.

-> ALSO a fic that is kind of not very good in retrospect but that I still love. It aged extremely badly with the way JKR has been behaving because it's a story where Umbridge tries to genocide all the impure creatures like werewolves and vampires and puts them into camps before Harry and Severus save the day. Yeah. Listen when I was 14 this rocked my world! If you're allergic to exaggerated stuff (like Umbridge suddenly having enough power to put people into camps in like 2 months) and uke/seme-like dynamics you probably won't like this one but it's close to my heart. If you want to read the sex scenes (they're not that good but why not) the site she was posting the full versions on went down so eh. There's screencaps saved to the web archive but I don't have the URL. What I do have is homemade epubs with the full text, so you can hit me up if you want those I guess? (anyone btw. You're the only person possibly interested but if someone else wanted to I'd send them the epub as well)

• Joyeux Noël, Professeur !, Bonne Année, Professeur ! and Joyeuses Pâques, Professeur ! also by Crapounette

-> the series is about celebrating holidays but I'm just giving you those because they're also a little not good but at least they're short, I figure that's good if you want to start somewhere.

• Dégrisment by Agathe Laplante (27k, 7 chapters)

Harry Potter se réveille dans une cellule de dégrisement sans aucun souvenir de sa fin de soirée de la veille. Et il aurait, de loin, préféré ne jamais retrouver la mémoire.

-> The plot goes by a little fast but 1) perfumer Severus and 2) I love when people address the consequences of Harry's childhood & adolescence, even if they rush it a little.

• Les Jolis Pitits Dessins by Lychee (18k, 5 chapters)

SLASH SSHP Qui n'a jamais griffoné de dessins cochons sur ses brouillons de devoirs, mmh? Harry n'échappe pas à la règle. Sauf qu'il s'agit d'un devoir de Potions et qu'il rend le brouillon sans s'en rendre compte… Terminé

-> One of my first Snarrys I think! The "pitits" in the title is just a cutesy way of saying petits.

Then I have a few translations that could interest you, since if you have a doubt the english original text is right there. The english texts are all on my reclist that i've been planning for a good year so I don't want to be too detailed in my opinions since that would just be repetition when I finally post it, but I'll still talk about them because I cannot be brief about fanfic I like.

• French translation by Nyfna of Cambiare Podentes: Invocare by JordanGrant (212k, 33/50)

Une nouvelle prophétie fait son apparition, elle promet la mort pour Harry Potter et l'esclavage du monde sorcier, à moins qu'Harry lui-même ne consente à devenir l'esclave sexuel - de façon irrévocable et pour la vie - de Severus Rogue.

(A new prophecy comes to light, one that promises death for Harry Potter and enslavement for the wizarding world, unless Harry himself consents to being sexually enslaved--irrevocably and for life--to Severus Snape.)

-> I think it would be funny if on your path to learning french you used the same fic as me but the languages were swapped. Also the fic is great obviously. Changed my life and such

• French translation by Hesymi of Emancipation by BadGirlgoesworse (151k, 43 chapters)

Qu'est-ce que les gens dépendants sont censés faire lorsque ceux en qui ils avaient mis toute leur confiance les trahissent ? C'est simple, il suffit de trouver un moyen de devenir maître de leur destin.

(What are dependents left to do when betrayed by those they trusted most, but to find a way to become masters in their own right. Set after Department of Mysteries fiasco in Order of the Phoenix.)

-> very uh. Powerful!grey!Harry? Also mostly bottom Severus, if that interests you. The characterisation is Something and there's some bashing but y'know how it is, read it when I was young and I'm fond of it, etc etc. I also find it funny how the french translation has like 20k more words, truly we talk too much.

• Courtiser Harry Potter, french translation by Devil Pops LRDM of The Courtship of Harry Potter by Diana Williams

HPSS Selon une tradition millénaire, un sorcier peut demander la protection d'un mentor plus âgé. Le nouveau professeur de DCFM cherche à séduire Harry Potter, forçant ainsi Severus à entrer en compétition pour conquérir le cœur du jeune homme. /COMPLETE

(Another teacher's interest in Harry Potter forces a reluctant Snape to compete for the young man affections.)

-> Snarry classic, won't get into details, etc etc, it's great honestly. If you like mentor/apprentice vibes this is not exactly that though (because Severus is well-adjusted enough to realise that's a bit weird to have that power over a 17yo. Thank you Severus for having morals)

• Sans Voix & L'ombre de l'autre par Bliblou, translations of Speechless by thesewarmstars and The Shadow of the Other by atypicalsnowman (29k & 9 chapters, 34k & 6 chapters in french)

-> Bliblou seems to have deleted their account at some point, but I have epubs if you're interested? The original fics are dope, if you decide you want to try and read them in french as well hit me up.

And as a bonus for you, here is one singular Tomarrymort I found in the pile, and a Drarry recommendation, juuust in case, because I used to be into Drarry before Snarry swept me off my feet.

• La loi de l'Amour by Rose_British (128k, 33 chapters)

Pour garder son contrôle sur Harry, Dumbledore prévoit de le marier de force et fait instaurer une loi de mariage pour camoufler ses traces. Sauf que tout ne se passe pas comme prévu…

-> Like La guerre des contrats, it's Dumbledore bashing, but this time Harry is with Tom. It's not arranged marriage either because he's already dating Voldemort and then he's arranged-married to Tom Riddle, which is pretty funny. What turned me off the first time is the Severus/Ginny, but I think I might give it another shot honestly.

• Nothing else matters by Rose Malefoy (346k, 39 chapters)

Deux hommes, deux continents. Une vie faite de relations éphémères, sans contrainte et sans engagement, dans laquelle ils n'étaient pas censés se retrouver. Et surtout, ils n'étaient pas censés s'aimer. Si proches peu importe la distance, ça ne pourrait être plus près du cœur, croyons éternellement en ce que nous sommes. Et rien d'autre n'a d'importance . HPDM/DMHP - EXPLICITE.

-> Now I know I know, that's a huge ass novel to present you with when you didn't even ask for Drarry. No offense if you don't want to touch it, that would be fair, but this fic also is really cool. I'm giving you this one because it's the most memorable of the author's works for me, but she's also written a few OS that aren't as big, so if you want 'shorter' quality works and you're fine with the ship I recommend looking at her profile.

AND THIS CONCLUDES IT! Thanks for asking, this was a blast from the past. I mean look at all these summaries that say don't like don't read.... incredible. The Snarry reclist will hopefully be coming this summer but it's going to be a MONSTER. Absolutely huge. So. Hope there's something readable for you in there, otherwise there should be some good short stuff on FFnet or AO3 (or I can rec you actual books that aren't thousands of words long lol)

#merci de m'avoir demandé mon amour!!!#i want to reread puppy... i want to translate le sang des innocents and dispatches from the division... i want to finish the reclist.....#oh the pain #harry potter #snarry #wow i have an asks tag now #wow i have a ramble tag now #fandom nerdery

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Astarion & Intimacy

Astarion: The man of your dreams, the hope of him, is your own worst enemy.

Am I ready? NO. Do I have to be ready? All the fucking time? In this economy? I'm just going to collapse dramatically, on a personal note. Also, this may be best as a work in progress somewhat.

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Astarion has a fraught relationship with intimacy.

We meet him at the start of his new un-life. He continues to operate as though under Cazador's control. He hints at the things he had to do and only discusses it frankly in Act III. He was a sex slave to the vampire who sired him with no autonomy. Whatever affection or attraction he felt, he always had to deliver them to what he assumed was death on command:

Astarion: Ah, the bedrooms. Never once slept in. This is where I took our 'guests'. I'd entertain them here, until Cazador appeared and... took them away.

Vellioth and Cazador have rules. Here they are respectively:

Vellioth's first lesson is always to dominate. Allow none to be your equal. Vellioth's second lesson is that power comes from solitude. To share with others is to be weak, and to be weak is to fail... and die. Vellioth's third lesson is to act not in haste. A near immortal has time to plan, time to act only when others will pay the price of action.

How they were adapted in relation to Astarion:

First, thou shalt not drink of the blood of thinking creatures. Second, thou shalt obey me in all things. Third, thou shalt not leave my side unless directed. Four, thou shalt know that thou art mine.

*sigh* So, understandably, his view of relationships is like:

Astarion: You never asked me to take my shirt off. I always thought they were a sign of my humiliation. I never realised there might be more to them. But Raphael told us he can make the impossible come true. I have to try my luck. Player: We really shouldn't trust him. Astarion: I don't trust him. He doesn't trust me. We are using one another for our mutual benefit. You should try it some time.

(idk if this is cut or not, but I found it interesting.)

Give his, um, "approach," there is an understandable question of how much of his romance is sincere. Mechanically and as far as the story is concerned, it begins with enough influence/on the first night he spends with the PC and he says things to indicate as much later. I do still understand why this would leave a sour taste in other player's mouths and come off as unnecessarily manipulative, considering it's not a conversation you can hash out with Astarion.

This is as close to confronting him about his intentions in Act I. I believe this happens if you slept with him once and never spoke to him again until Act II (RIP players with ADHD):

Astarion: Seeking to correct your mistake? Player: I'm not sure. I feel there's something you haven't told me. Astarion: Perhaps you got the wrong idea. I never slept with you for pleasure alone. Couldn't you tell? Back in the forest, we both came out on the winning side. The game was clear. You get a moment of escape with a world-endingly beautiful vampire. I get someone to defend me from Cazador. Now, though, I'm hardly going to give you a treat when you haven't helped me in exchange for my excellent services. Player: You were just tricking me into thinking you wanted me in earnest? Astarion: This is what I do. Who did you think you were dealing with? Some fairy tale prince? You are one of a tiny number of people I've slept with who aren't dead. Cheer up, it's quite the achievement! There isn't going to be any more 'us', though. I just don't see the point.

("Treat." Interesting. He has many allegories to consumption, gluttony, greed, and the ouroboros. He also has a tendency to behave and speak like Cazador in his idea of fairness. We may glean a lot about Cazador from Astarion's initial interactions.)

To acknowledge the depth of the wrongs he unwillingly committed with his own hands and the hurt he felt would be psychologically overwhelming compared to pretending to be someone like the perpetrator he was forced to emulate (and who notably pretends not to hurt). It is not always healthy to tear through someone's defensive adaptations, even though people still have to make amends.

His trauma with intimacy is not only with others, but with himself. Personally, I interpret his Act I scene as his first consensual attempt at intimacy, both in sex and in his trauma, in body and soul, embodied by his scars.

Initiating the Romance

He's a vampire, so we're playing into the seduction trope to begin the romance. My demipansexual ass believes there is room for an ace route since *gestures at Karlach and the topic of this essay,* but I digress.

The game takes two interesting tones, depending on whether you have high approval when he propositions the PC or propositions at the Tiefling/Raid party. I'd argue the former is slightly more affectionate than the other, but they're both good for different reasons and for different Tavs.

Should he initiate a relationship with the PC, he sets expectations early on. He's afraid of returning to Cazador's control even with a lot of influence, so he keeps the PC at arm's length and sticks to his One Night Stand routine. He's hilariously taken aback at the party by being asked to say "please." Devnotes for the party:

After the party, Astarion is standing in a corner, bottle of wine in hand, in a bad mood. Everything's too merry for him, not hedonistic enough. But there's the possibility of a little hedonism with the player, if you both agree to meet up for a little 'fun' later in the night. That's a tantilising thought - there might be something to look forward to after all.

High approval (and acting, uh, much more agreeable than my Tav to demonstrate Astarion's double-edged language):

Astarion: Darling, I was just thinking about you. Remembering our time together, the things we've shared - and I don't just mean that lovely neck of yours. I'm growing to like the whole package, honestly. And you clearly like me too, so... Player: What gave it away? Astarion: I could feel it as I was getting lost in your neck. Your little shakes of excitement. You enjoyed it, didn't you? Player: Yes, I did. Astarion: So did I. More than words can say. You deserve a reward. I am so very pleased with what you gave me. We could take an evening to ourselves. Get away from camp - get some privacy. I know somewhere quiet. Somewhere intimate. Somewhere we can... indulge in each other. Player: That sounds pretty good to me. Astarion: Wonderful. I just hope we don't have to wait too long before we can steal away. But once we can, I promise you a night you'll never forget. See you there, lover

The devnotes say "wonderful" is said with a big smile.

He'll be disappointed if you choose to spend the night with someone else in both situations, though he plays it off with his classic icy facade - the defense mechanism against emotional intimacy he developed under Cazador.

This is hard to articulate because it is entirely based on emotional logic, but I'll try my best. A gentle reminder that Astarion can reject the PC, so the fact this is one of the first acts of intimacy he chooses to engage in is important. This is the beginning of his romance, however you headcanon the event for the couple. It is partly what is a real romance scene, even if he can't fully commit himself for psychological reasons.

He still chooses to do so because intimacy is fun for him. Let's acknowledge, sympathize with, and not excuse the limited scope of interaction he had for two centuries, so traumatizing he doesn't remember much of his previous life. While he once engaged in intimacy under enthrallment, now he does it out of attraction, curiosity, and guile.

The second night with the player has this is in the dialogue notes:

Second time Astarion propositions the player to sleep with him [...] The player starts to realise Astarion might have been just playing an act to seduce them the whole time, and that his affection for them might not be genuine. Bridges the gap before he confesses this in his act 2 romance, and says he wants to stop manipulating people and have a real relationship.

The only real "indicator" for me was just that he didn't seem... affectionate. For all of his reactivity and greetings, he is surprisingly bereft of scenes that confirm or put to question his feelings. I do appreciate much of the subtlety, mind you - but he's notably rejecting of intimacy throughout the game and I did interpret it as a one night stand. A few transition scenes would have done us much good, though there are definitely ways to play it with satisfying sweetness.

When you agree meet up with him with high approval the second time:

Astarion: I hoped you would come. I have missed you. And now you're all mine, and I'm all yours. Until morning at least. Let's see where the night takes us.

The devnote says: "with a smile - he's not about to commit to anything long-term"

When you reject him:

Player: I think it's better if we leave last time as a once-off. Astarion: Well, well, excuse me while I die of a broken heart. In all honesty, it is a shame. That time was special to me. I've gotten on my back ten thousand times or more, and forgotten half of them. But you... you I'll remember. Have a fine evening, dear.

The first time I heard it, I was taken aback that he found it in himself to be sincere.

Oh, and that it wasn't actually a one-night stand.

In hindsight, the fact this is one of the few times early in the story he offers any honesty at all tells me he's being genuine. Spending the night with his lover was special to him, and we understand why with context.

Something Real

Astarion: I was trying, with you, you know. In the only way I can try.

Well, this dialogue option may make it seem like he does try, but I will point out that he isn't particularly overt about his affection (I want to emphasize that I understand this characterization to a point - but remember that the PC does not know him and that this affection is supposed to be genuine. You can convey that without being cheesy).

The times this is clearly played out are during break-ups:

Player: Whatever is between us, we need to end it. Astarion: I - I can hardly blame you. I don't exactly have much to offer right now, beyond new burdens to carry. Player: This just isn't what I wanted, when we first slept together. Astarion: I was beginning to believe someone truly wanted me. But I shouldn't have deluded myself. From the start, I was rather counting the hours until it was going to end. Midnight chimes, eh?

How adorable would it be if he truly played up this Cinderella reference in romance? Instead, there is a lot of bitterness and mixed-messaging in his romance. It makes for a weaker story.

I do also take his dialogue literally. He thinks you will only want his beautiful, eternal, and dead form, and not the mutable person beneath. There are other indications, even outside of a romantic partnership:

Player: Unlike you to be so unwilling to receive a new power... Astarion: That was before I knew the cost. Before I knew it meant transforming into some grotesque beast. I remember how it hurt when I turned to a vampire. My body writhed and warped while I was utterly helpless, the grip of death owned my heart as it beat its last. I - I don't want to turn into anything else. I can't do that again. I can't watch my body be taken over. Player: You're afraid? Astarion: I'll happily murder my way to whatever powerful artefacts we can make use of. Point at the back and I'll stab. Just don't ask me to sacrifice my body. It hasn't been mine for so long.

The few dialogues that clarify Tav's complete domination over him, the one Cazador acknowledges.

Once more:

Player: Your illithid powers are the only reason you can stand up to Cazador. This will help you defeat him. Astarion: I'm really not sure... Player: Tell me of the weakest moment you ever felt in those two hundred years. Narrator: *As you pick apart his mind, you discover his worst memory. That which brings him the purest terror. Complete solitude after being disobedient. Sealed. Buried alive. Voiceless. Will this be forever? A year of horror. Then the release. He will never disobey again.* Player: You never want to risk that again. Even if it means becoming part-illithid. Astarion: Damn it. Damn you. All right... I'll do it.

The player may command him to change his very being.

I think we must view this in the context of one of his few real attractions: Sebastian.

Narrator: *Approaching the cells, you're met by hollow faces and eyes reluctant to meet your gaze. There's an almost physical stink of decay and neglect.* Sebastian: You. I know you. Narrator: *The last time you heard this voice, it was singing drunkenly, whispering sweetly, then sighing with pleasure. One of your conquests, claimed for Cazador. He should have been consumed long ago.* Astarion: I remember you. Sebastian: I can never forget you. Astarion: How are you still alive? Sebastian: It's your fault. You stole my life - stole my death. You smiled and joked and got me drunk. You called me so many sweet things. My name sounded like a lyric on your tongue. I want to hear you say it again. Say my name. Astarion: *Among the scars on his face is one you recognise - it's identical to one of the runes carved into your back.* That scar on your face - it must bind you to Cazador's Black Mass. Sebastian: No more games. Say my name! Narrator: *He looks at you expectantly, his hollow eyes boring into yours.* Astarion: Sebastian. Sebastian: You still make it sound so beautiful. You were my first. And my last. [...] Astarion: You should be dead. Why didn't Cazador feed on you? Sebastian: He made me a spawn. Left me here to rot. But I can't rot - I can't die. Astarion: I'm so sorry. Sebastian: You brought me to this hell. Abandoned me. How long has it been? Astarion: One hundred and seventy years. You were one of my first too. Sebastian: My family - my friends - they're gone... You took them from me. You took everything from me!

Against the threat of complete annihilation of his lovers, he still wanted connection. Pursuing his romantic and sexual interests were empowering to him. His autonomy is a weapon that can be wielded against him to great effect.

In his ascension:

Astarion: *Sigh.* There's no use in us fighting any longer, is there? You are a person of rare talent. You aided greatly in my conquest, even if you did not end up a part of it. And if we were beholden to one another? Well, how is that too different to being enslaved? It is for the best. Player: You were terrible for me. And I did terrible things for you. Astarion: The gravest crimes committed in this world are committed for love. A hunger crueller than bloodlust. I know how to play with it, and can't resist playing the hand I know. I would have ruined your love, used your trust until you were nothing.

The PC was not "part" of his conquest. Being in love with them was equal to the torment of enslavement to him. His worst impulses say: Let none be your equal.

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Love: A hunger crueler than blood lust.

The man of your dreams: Your worst enemy.

He embodies them all in ascension, or becomes himself.

After completing his quest and breaking up in Act III:

Astarion: Well... Goodbye, then. I suppose. You brought my dead heart back to life. It will keep beating.

This is when he comes to a healthier place and keeps romance as a part of his life, and not its driving force. Good for him.

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