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Note: Majority of my fics are 18+. YOU are responsible for what you read. Please read the tags and ratings. This post will be updated when new fics are posted. Fics are listed in no particular order.
How the hell did a two part fic multiply into four parts? I donāt have time for this
Me swerving to avoid another ābreak Henry out of the labā story only run headfirst into a tonal shift from creepy to romcom.
The Difficulties of Becoming Human: Dorian Edition
He has to learn how to take breaks. Dorian is used to staying in one spot awake and alert for days on end, doing his job without rest or pause. Now that he's human however, his body can no longer do that and he struggles with learning these limits
Will regularly become lightheaded and dizzy from lack of food or water during his first few months as a human. It's not that he means to skip meals or neglect fluids, he's just never had to worry about those thing before
Another thing he's never had to worry about is sleep. Dorian is absolutely HORRIBLE at sleeping when he's first realized. He's supposed to be the one who stands guard so that others can rest peacefully and falling asleep feels like negligence to him at first
He feels on edge now that he is no longer the one standing guard and frequently wakes in the middle of the night with the need to check that the doors are all locked and the home is secure
learning to take breaks, eat three meals a day, and sleep 8 hours a night is one of his greatest struggles as a new human
Another thing Dorian has to contend with post realization are the realities of his age. Dorian has existed as an object for a long time, even commenting on his own age in canon, and as a human that ends up translating into him being in his early to mid forties. He finds that while standing still for many hours straight was no problem for him as a door it is much harder on his human form
Dorian has to learn how to manage sore joints and muscles from long hours of standing as well as tension in his shoulders and neck from holding himself the way he does. He often wakes up feeling stiff and achy in the mornings. Eventually he learns how to rest throughout the day and what stretches help keep his body in top condition but it takes him a while
beyond just the physical challenges of being alive Dorian finds himself struggling a lot with the emotional aspect. As a door he was able to compartmentalize himself pretty heavily, designating different aspects of himself to different doors throughout the house, but as a human Dorian can no longer do this. Having to hold all of himself, every side and aspect of who he is, in one singular form is incredibly overwhelming
Dorian doesn't quite know how to manage when and what parts of himself he shows outwardly. He experiences mood swings for a while along with fluctuations in his accent as he tries to make all the parts of himself work together cohesively in one body
Your blood, what matter is it made of?
Do you feel it travel in and out your heart?
Maybe the most damming thing about Nolans odyssey is i havenāt seen a single gifset from it
Every Stroke of Your Brush
tags: caius volturi x vamp!fem!reader, loving!caius, fluff, kissing, teasing, sweet, one shot
summary: caius paints his love, all he wants to cover the castle walls in portraits of you
ā. šĖąæ bow's note ššĖā: helloooo party peopleeee !! back again after 3 days, I KNOW, much sooner than i would've thought too LOLL
i wanted to write fluff, because guys, we can't just always be freaks (coming from a tumblr author who's now written more smut than fluff LMFAOAO)
i also should've been doing my summer work again but, oh well...i had the urge to write........
so, i know a lot of my followers here came for jamie fics! but, i just wanted you guys to know that i will not only be doing jamie, and i have a new character coming up!! ahem...check my masterlist šš
LMFAO also wrote this in my twilight pajamas (shirt is jacob, shorts are edwardšššwhere my man caius at??šš)
word count: 1.3k
<no ai was used while writing this, just proper grammar!>
āJust shift your head a little to the right, my love,ā Caius mutters outāa canvas sitting in front of him on an easel. He stood behind it, his pale brows pushed together as he was deep in thought. A large wooden paint palette was held in one of his long, elegant hands, the other hand with a paintbrush in between his fingers. Caius narrowed his eyes slightly at the painting, trying to portray you as accurately as possible. He wanted to capture your beauty, and cover the castle walls and underground tunnels in portraits of you. Despite what Aro and Marcus said, he wanted to do it anyway. He wanted the last things those pesky humans saw before walking straight into their deaths: a woman as beautiful as you. An imposter, someone whose beauty was angelic and precious, but was really the devil in disguise.Ā
āYour right, or my right?ā You ask playfully with a small laugh, your entire face lighting up. Caiusā crimson eyes darted up to look into yours almost immediately, not seemingly amused. His cloak, the one he always wore, was off and placed nicely on an intricate armchair near the side windows that let in beautiful sunlight into the usually dark room. They were above ground, in the castle that stood directly above the Volturiās chamber.
āDarling,ā he warned in a low voice. āBe serious. I need to perfectly execute your magnificent beauty onto this canvas. Otherwise, I would be very ashamed of myself for not doing so flawlessly.āĀ
āI know, I know,ā you said with a slight nod, not trying to move too much. āBut Iām being serious, thoughā¦!ā
Caius huffed softly, the closest thing to a laugh youād hear from him. Despite the two millenniums youād been with him forāyou never really heard him laugh. Him letting out a breathy exhale was already a lot, considering the type ofā¦person he was. Caius was serious, stoic, strict, and constantly enraged, but when it was you? It was like he was another person.Ā
āMy right, and lift your chin a little, please? Donāt look at me, but towards the side,ā he finally said, putting his attention back to the canvas as he took a small step back to see the whole paintingās progress so far. Caius glanced back and forth from you, you fixing your head to shift two small centimeters to his right. Staying in place for so long never bothered youāit never bothered any vampire. They could play as statues in a historical museum, and humans would believe it. You just thought it was funny to make jokes and to have fun. You and Caius were so different. But that never bothered him, no. It only made him drawn to you even moreāyour mate bond not making it any better for his case. He doesnāt even know how he survived a full 1,000 years without you. All that time lostā¦
āMarvelous, my girl,ā he cooed out, the British accent mixed with his deep voice that always sent butterflies to your blood hungry stomach, coming out in low purr. Caius dipped the paintbrush into the blob of paint on his palette, focusing in on the painting again and started gliding the brush over the half-finished frame. A small smile tugged at his lips, as if this was soothing him. You didnāt question it, though. You didnāt make any jokes. You just watched him worship you from your peripheral in his own wayāyour dead heart blooming with black, withered roses. If you were still human, your heart would probably be pounding against your ribs, head dizzy with love, and cheeks flushed pink.
When he finished, he didnāt show you, even when you asked. Instead, he took the frame off of the easel and turned towards the large, fancy doorsāthe only barrier from your shared sitting room and the endless hallways where countless humans have probably gotten lost in trying to find their way back to the group during tours before they went underground.
The next day as you wandered the halls like always, your arms held behind your backāobserving the beauty of these underground tunnels that were thousands of years younger than the coven that resided there. Youāve seen these intricate carvings and patterns billions of times, some older paintings of you scattered near the entrance where humans entered through. But as you walked a little deeper, still in an area where a human could view, you saw it on the wall that sat above a dark, wooden yet sophisticated console table. And it was breathtaking, even if you didnāt have any breath for the world to take.
You were sitting in a graceful position on a luxurious fainting sofaāyour bare feet slightly tucked in under you as one hand was in your lap, the other just barely holding onto the asymmetrical sweeping silhouette with a raised backrest that had a slight armrest. It gracefully sloped downwards towards the foot of the bench. Your loose, white and airy gown was pooling around you as if you were an angel that had just descended from heaven. And the sunlight that was let in, a rare occurrence? You now knew why the curtain was open. It had reached your skin that felt like perfect glass and porcelain, small shadows casted upon your skin. The surfaces that the sun reachedāyour collarbones, wrists and hands, neck, cheeks, anklesābloomed in diamond-like sparkles and stars, the painting showing the true nature of what you were. Or at least, the brighter side of it. Your hair was cascading down your shoulder and back, your head turned to his right and tilted slightly upwards, your jawline catching the light, looking off at something that was past the painting. You had a small curve to your perfect lips, your crimson eyes wide and sparkling like a sweet, innocent puppy dog. The background was beautiful, as always, but staring at this painting? It looked like a photograph. It was so perfect. Yet with your enhanced vision, you could see the careful strokes that were done by an expert of many years. The time that was put into this. Every little change in color, the shading, the coats and layers, the streaksāit just all came together so exquisitely. You wished you were able to cry happy tears, because that was the only way you could express the inextricable and scattered thoughts of love that were in your mind.
You then heard very gentle steps coming up from behind you.Ā
āYouāve found it,ā Caius muttered. You turned around quicklyāyour eyes glassy with vampire venom, the closest thing to water in your body. And the only thing you could do was slowly walk up to him, push yourself up on the tips of your toesāyour heels not enough to reach his heightāand kissed him softly on the lips as your eyes fluttered shut. Your hands delicately cradled Caiusā cheeks, the tenderness and feelings you couldnāt express being carried out by your loving kiss. Caius immediately kissed you back as gentle as ever, a hand holding the back of your head and the other resting on your waist like a light feather.
As the kiss broke apart, your foreheads resting against each other, you opened your eyesāeyebrows pushed together with a subtle smile on your face.
āI love it so much. Thank you,ā you mutteredāa rare, medium scale smile tugging at his lips.
āHow could I not? If I could, Iād paint you everyday for the rest of my eternal life,ā Caius mumbled, placing another soft kiss on your lips.
āI love you,ā you murmured, Caiusā expression changing into somethingā¦lighter. Despite the thousands of years youāve been together, he could never get sick or used to those three vulnerable words that left your lips during times like these.
As you two lived in your own moment, as Marcus and Aro were going on with meaningless discussions Caius could barely give a second thought about?
As the sun carefully set into the sky above Volterra, making it almost impossible for vampires to go out duringāthe clouds sitting in different shapes and patterns that your mind could somehow rearrange and see?
As Gianna led more humans towards their death to feed the Volturi coven?
As everyone moved on with their day around you two?Ā
He mumbled out those three words that he knew affected you deeply, as well.
āI love you more, my angel.ā
These remind me of this drawing by Franz Kafka from the 1900s. We've been feeling this way for a long time.
prev, i'm sure you mean my guy Leonid Pasternak
Sally and the gang vs Henry in Dirty Laundry:
*laughs in Eris Vanserra*
Just remember I found this connection funny but also forgot to include this quote about Eris too š
The urge to skip back to season 5 in A is Well in Camazotz because Iām bored and stuck š
Just remembered this piece. Looks unfinished but Idc
This is how Nessian should be like
The lighting on this one was a lot of fun
This is known even less and the interpretation is even more open. And Patty?
What do you think of Henry?
She thinks he is a monsterš
She waits for it all his life
she forgets him
she lives in fear that he might find her
she thinks he died in hospital
she feels guilty for not saving him
This situation is also unclear. In some shows (London), she feels his presence and is frightened by it. I think Patty learned that Henry "died" in the hospital and, although she was scared at the end, she regrets not having saved the boy...
I keep forgetting that most regions say āput away/storedā instead of āput upā. Also throwing in the words āainātā and āgonnaā without catching it. Outing my regional accent on the main š
There have always been different versions of what happened between Henry and Patty at the end of TFS. I'll list the most popular ones below (or at least the ones they talked about). What do you think happened? (We'll see what they put in the Pro Shot, if we explain better.)
what happened?
Henry thinks Patty is dead and lives with the guilt of having killed her
Henry thinks that Patty abandoned him and feels resentment and other conflicting
Henry, as long as he can <soteria plant> silently follows Patty into the void ev
As soon as he sees that Patty is alive and safe, Henry, in a final act of love,
We all know by now (and several rumors have confirmed it) that Henry has forgotten Patty, her humanity, and her memories...
for the rest I think that Henry thinks she is dead (one of the versions of New York)or that he follows her until he imposes soteria on him (the London cast had said it during season 5 and I don't remember if Jamie mentioned it. I absolutely must learn to keep the link to the interviews!)
But the other versions are also very interesting. It's such a sad and multifaceted love story...š„²š„²š„²
Two things can be true:
Madja should have told Feyre about her pregnancy and she is at fault for not doing that
Being warned to keep silent by the most powerful high lord with a cruel reputation means it is also understandable that she didn't tell Feyre
