Second piece I wrote for the @unwholesomeocweek event! This completely got away from me and ended up mixing prompts "proxy sex", "body horror", "necrophilia", "possessive behaviour" and "wound fucking".
Basically, Heinrich got almost completely decapitated in a battle once. But no worries, he got better (proof) due to the King/God feeding him his blood. Though, since the Moon Goddess was involved, it's probably best he doesn't know the details of how it all went down.
There's more of Heinrich being the Goddess's favourite toy here.
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It was so rude of those barbarians to break her favourite toy like this.
The Goddess sighed and rubbed at her chin, the rough hair of the king's beard scratching her hand. Maybe it was fairer to say they were rude to break their favourite toy like this.
The giant gash on his throat was an ugly mass of red against the white linen sheets, his head almost completely torn apart from its torso.
Almost, but not quite.
"My poor little darling", she cooed, thumb brushing across his cheek, over his bottom lip. "So pathetic lying there. A loser at the end of it all. But it was not your fault, I know. They were cheaters, dishonourable men. Attacking from behind like the worthless worms they are."
She held his face between her hands, making sure it didn't move from the careful position she had placed him in. "It is okay. I will fix it. Me and Lucien will. Because you are our favourite toy, yes?"
She gingerly kissed his lips, then sighed.
"But it is so sad to see you like this, so placid and quiet. Won't you wake up and yell at me, my darling? Call me a phony goddess and order me to leave this body alone? Tell me you hate me so? This sharp tongue of yours is quite useless like this."
She pushed her fingers into his mouth, felt around his tongue, his teeth, pushed them further down his throat, being met with no resistance. When she wiggled her fingers, she thought she could almost see them poking out through the edge of his wound.
Her smile widened. Sharpened. "Or maybe not so useless, after all."
Her other hand slid down the body she inhabited, pressed against the tent forming under its pants, relishing the feeling.
"You want him, Lucien, darling? Hmm, I suppose this is the only way we could get him to be fully ours. Without running, without hurting us, without pretenses, just completely and utterly ours, forever. Ah, you like that idea, right? Me too, me too."
She pulled her other hand back, unfastened her pants and stepped out of them, then climbed onto the bed. It was the King's bed, big enough for the king's body to fit on all fours between the headboard and where Heinrich's head was lying on the pillow. Her little angel.
She leaned closer and pressed another gentle kiss on his forehead, between his wide unseeing blue eyes, staring up into the ceiling.
"Be good for us now, will you, Heinrich darling?"
She tilted his head back and slipped the king's hard cock into it. His cock was definitely longer than his fingers, it slid right out of the wound on the other side and she watched in rapt fascination the motion of it continuously slipping into his mouth, through his throat and out the other side.
"Just like this. So good for us," she panted, bracing her hands on his chest to have a better leverage to move. The feeling was neither warm nor wet nor comfortable, but it was, somehow, even better.
Because he was theirs, just theirs, for once, in a way no one else could ever have him.
She kept her eyes fixed on it until the moment they came, droplets of white dripping down his neck towards his chest. It made her so giddy she giggled, then bent down to lap at them as she pulled out.
She licked at his chest, his neck, at the edges of his wound, then kissed his slack mouth.
"Good boy, you were wonderful."
She sat down on the bed, and then carefully lifted him until he was propped up against her chest.
"Now then, time to fix you up."
She sliced her wrist with her teeth, causing blood to pour out. Lucien's blood, like his eyes when possessed by the Goddess, was completely golden.
She poured the blood into his mouth and wound, making sure it got down his throat, then laid him back down.
"There. Now you just rest. I'll see you again soon, my darling."
She kissed his lips one last time, and let Lucien sit back down on the chair next to him to keep watch.
Just to explain, this is for the @writeblr-live trick or treat event I'm participating over on @nandawrites (sideblog woes: can't send asks and can't follow from there)
Anyway, you get a treat!
Me and @cultoficarus have many AUs for EOTS and Lurich (Lucien x Heinrich), but my favourite is one a little bit like his dark materials where every person is born with an animal companion, except instead of it being a representation of your soul, it's a representation of your soulmate.
Lucien's animal that represents Heinrich is a cat whom he named Henri (Lucien is French). Henri is super elusive and hates everyone but Lucien and even with Lucien he is rarely affectionate but he is still super possessive of him. So much he hisses even at Heinrich when him and Lucien finally meet, even if they are technically "the same".
And Heinrich's animal that represents Lucien is a snake with red eyes he simply called "Wurm" (worm, yeah). Except he always thought it was a girl so when he refers to it he always does it with "die" (feminine article) instead of the usual der (masculine article). Until he meets Lucien and everything clicks into place. Just like Lucien, Wurm is very clingy and is always hiding inside Heinrich's clothes and wrapped around him because it's warm.
I'm actually working on a fun side-project that takes place in this AU, a "choose your own adventure" short game in Twine. It's silly and self-indulgent, but it's cute so I hope I get to finish it and share it soon!
I sadly couldn't join @unwholesomeocweek on time because I had to spend all of the last couple of months studying for a test I took on Sunday SO to not miss out on the fun and also as a celebration of me being free of that test I did a few of the prompts late with Heinrich who is the most unwholesome of unwholesome ocs <3
So to start, Heinrich's POV of the night he killed his parents right after he got turned into a vampire for the prompt "violence". Warning for childhood abuse culminating into a night of rage fueled revenge and uhh Heinrich liking killing and blood a little too much as always.
This is kind of a companion piece to this other fic that shows his brother's pov of the same night. They were having two vastly different experiences with the same event.
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Crimson
Her screams were the best part.
Oh, his father was a pig, an idiot buffoon with a heavy hand and a booming voice, but she? She was the one he had truly inherited his penchant for cruelty from.
Her piercing voice, the nails that cut through his skin as she slapped him and held his wrist so tight as she pulled him across the yard she actually broke it, once. The times she locked him in the barn, in a closet, threw him down a well, without food, without water, without light.
Without air. He could still feel the splash of freezing water.
When he was still capable of it, when that was still all he knew to do to defend himself, she would lash at him until he cried, and then lash at him for that, too.
Bastard, she called him. Monster. Devil. Satan.
He was her own self-fulfilling prophecy.
He broke her limbs one by one then left her as a broken down against the wall as he killed his father first. He wanted her to watch.
Her screams filling the air as he ripped his father apart and feasted on his blood made it all that much sweeter.
Her screams a symphony, her tears a balsam, her blood an elixir.
Their pain was more than cathartic, more than triumphal. It was intoxicating, orgasmic.
He was hard as he lifted her by the throat and pressed her against the wall. Her broken cries and gasps for breath sending fire through his veins, shivers down his spine. Now he got why they called it bloodlust.
Luminous red eyes locked into pale blue ones, no longer their disgusting mirror. He licked his lips, his fangs, tasting him, anticipating the taste of her as expectation and excitement built up to a climax.
"Who's the monster now, huh, mother?"
He ripped her throat with his teeth, bathed and splurged on her blood as she spasmed and withered. His body shook, too, and there was more than blood staining his clothes once he was done.
Power and strength cursed through his veins. All the spoils he was entitled to, that he had always been owed. A champion instead of victim, a god instead of a maggot.
And he wanted more. He wanted so much more.
He would paint the whole world crimson like the fire that burned in his soul.
Another prompt for @flashfictionfridayofficial, to show that Heinrich does have a heart, as much as he tries to pretend otherwise.
Find more about the EOTS project on the tag!
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Lucien gnawed at his thumbnail as he crossed the hallways of the castle from the council room back to his chambers.
Idiots, all of them. Nagging cowards trying to undermine his authority at every turn, questioning his choices and decisions. They were lucky he was so magnanimous; his father would have already decapitated them all.
But if he was being honest… not even he fully understood why he had done what he had.
To adopt an orphan baby from a pillaged village and make her his heir... Maybe he was mad. Heinrich had certainly looked at him like he was when he suddenly stopped him from throwing the baby on the growing pile of corpses. And kept looking at him like that their whole way back to the castle and to this day, just like the rest of them.
But he knew. He just knew she was special. Every cell in his body told him so, that she was to be his heir, a perfect queen and perfect vessel for the goddess, moulded to his image and by himself only, unlike his other useless children that were spoiled and rotten by their mothers.
Idiots, all of them. But not his Karina. And neither the council or Heinrich's scathing remarks would convince him otherwise.
He just wished it was easier. He couldn't trust anyone but himself to keep watch of her. A wet nurse had been arranged for the one thing he couldn't do, but she was only allowed inside during the times to feed, his most loyal and trusted members of the guard keeping an eye on her and on the doors to his chambers all day and night.
She was precious. No one could touch her but him. No threat to the crown princess would be tolerated.
He just wished she didn't cry so much. The crying drove him crazy. Drove him away from her often before he silenced her for good. But he had to be near her to protect her, he had to.
It was only when he was almost in front of his door he noticed something was wrong.
It was quiet.
The guards at the door looked jumpy and guilty. One of them started:
"Your majesty, general Richter, he- He went inside- We couldn't stop him."
Of course you couldn't, Lucien wanted to say. No one can.
But his pride got swallowed by rage. That rat, he wouldn't dare-
Lucien pushed the doors open so hard they flew off the hinges, teeth bared ready to strike the enemy and traitor crouched over the crib, but before he could the crying he was used to rang through the room, together with loud curses in German Lucien couldn't understand, but he was sure were not things supposed to be said to a King.
Lucien froze in his place, dumbfounded, then mustered all his dignity to yell over Heinrich's curses and the baby's cries:
"What, in the name of the Goddess, is going on here?"
"You barged in here like a drunk bear and made that fucking banshee you brought from the forest start screaming again when I had just gotten it to shut the fuck up. It has been driving me fucking insane for days and if you aren't going to do anything about it then I will."
"Even if it's you, I swear I will kill you if you do anything to harm the crown princess-"
"You did the harm. And this thing is harming my ears and my patience for it. You had the stupid idea, now own it."
In a quick movement, Heinrich grabbed the baby from the crib and held her as far away from him as possible as he marched across the room and shoved the baby on Lucien's arms.
"Figure out how to make it stop crying or I'll kill you."
With that threat, he marched out the door, leaving a still very shocked Lucien behind. He looked at the baby - so close for the first time - and noticed the toy that had been shoved in his hands together with her.
If Heinrich hadn't been hurting her, then…
No. It was impossible.
"Did you…", he started, but that only made Heinrich walk faster and disappear down another corridor.
He looked back at the baby, and tentatively held her in one arm, as he had done with some of his children before, moving the jingly toy in front of her face in a rehearsed motion he had never understood the point of.
Except this time the baby actually stopped crying.
Fascinating.
It seemed Heinrich had run away so fast because he had actually been embarrassed. The heartless bastard got caught red-handed on the shameful act of caring. How adorable.
Even if it was just to stop the noise, as he had claimed, Lucien would never let him live it down. He cooed at the thought and the baby made a curious noise back at him that had him puzzled.
"Well, at least it's better than crying. Right, my dear Karina?"
He looked back at the entrance to the room, catching his guards looking at him astonished.
"What are you waiting for? Fix those doors! And call the wet nurse back, I have some questions for her!"
As they scrambled to follow the orders, Lucien wondered if this was what being a father felt like.
OC Kiss Week is finally here and I'm so excited to share all the stories I wrote for it with you all!
For day 1 we have prompts First + Stolen, featuring my and @cultoficarus's vampire OCs Heinrich and Lucien. Check out my Project: EOTS tag if you want to know more about them and see more writing!
The pristine interior of the palace got on Heinrich's nerves.
It was too polished, too neat, too orderly. It made his skin crawl in a way he hadn't felt in a long time and his hands itch with the impulse of destruction.
He wanted to set fire to the curtains, knock priceless vases off their walls, take a hammer to the walls and watch it all come crumbling down. He could almost hear his mother's enraged screeches echoing in his ears.
But he had self-control, no matter what anyone else might think. It was just that he generally didn't see the point in having one. But here in court, in the throne room, he was an exemplary member of the guard.
Or maybe not. An exemplary guard would have an eye out for threats, but the only thing Heinrich could look at was the king.
He was also way too pristine. It brought Heinrich the need for a different kind of ruin, one that set fire through his veins and the ache of thirst down his throat.
He could feel the king's eyes moving and settling on him. He licked his lips, baring his fangs, and saw a tremor pass through the king's frame even from all that distance. Lucien might be the owner of all this, but Heinrich was the one that held power in that moment. He was the predator with eyes fixed on his prey.
Fuck it, there was no one else in the room at the moment save for them and the king's current boytoy, sat in a lower chair beside him, and he didn't even count. He was nothing, Heinrich's senses didn't even register him.
He took long strides from where he stood to the side of the room and up the dais where the throne was, Lucien's eyes not leaving his for a moment.
In one rough movement, he grabbed the king's cheeks and pulled his head up, leaning down just enough to capture Lucien's mouth in his.
The kiss was rough, and hungry, and selfish. When Heinrich pulled away, he saw there was a small drop of blood running down the king's chin from where his fangs had grazed him, so he licked it clean and savoured the taste of royal blood.
Then he turned and left the room. It was time for the change of guard anyway. He thought there was an annoying bug screaming and cursing behind him as he went, but he paid it no mind.
After all, it was not stealing when you took what was rightfully yours.
Another prompt for @flashfictionfridayofficial, another peak at the world of EOTS. This time from the POV of Heinrich's younger brother, Ulrich, giving a new perspective on their family's story.
Warning for mentions of childhood abuse in the paragraph just below the cut.
Find more about the EOTS project on the tag!
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Red
Ulrich Richter didn't have a brother anymore. Sometimes, he wasn't really sure if he had ever had one at all.
The memories from his childhood were vague, sparse and dissonant, his young mind struggling to comprehend the two sides of his parents he somewhat saw?
How could the father that was so loving and played with him with such care sometimes sound so angry and struck at that other boy with such violent? How could the mother that was so kind and was loathe to deny her baby boy anything he wanted sometimes turn so vengeful and lock the boy in his room for days, screeching like a harpy she hoped he would finally die this time?
He saw that other boy so rarely he sometimes wondered if he even existed at all.
But then, again, who else could be that person that attacked those older boys that were picking on him? That fell from a tree with a smile because he had managed to grab the ball Ulrich had kicked there?
Perhaps an imaginary friend. A figment of his imagination.
Not much longer after Ulrich had been able to form such memories for himself, the older boy disappeared for good.
To the army? He thought he heard a neighbour comment one day. He had probably just gotten too old for imaginary friends.
Until some years later, the monster appeared.
It had sharp claws and fangs and eyes as red as the blood dripping down his hands and his chin, dried in his clothes and hair. Even if Ulrich had been able to forget the scenes from that night, he could never forget the sharp, nauseating smell of fresh and old blood.
It had played with his parents like they were prey, torturing and killing them slowly, relishing in their screams.
He had seen it all through a crack on the door separating the living and dining rooms. The noise had disturbed his sleep and he had gone to take a look, only to fall frozen, kneeling behind the door, forgetting even to breathe.
After the monster had finally thrown to the floor the rag dolls that had once been his parents, his eyes turned to him.
The house was dark, but Ulrich was sure it wasn't his imagination. The monster had looked right at him, features so similar but so different from his own staring into him for a long time. Then the monster had turned away and left.
Ulrich remembered his breath returning to him all at once then, and he screaming for ages until finally one of the neighbours showed up.
He knew what the monster was now. Vampire. One of those creatures from the neighbouring country.
But vampires that killed humans were hunted and killed either by a human king or their own. And one that had been on such a rampage like he had?
He should have been long gone.
But if that was so, then who was that person Ulrich was staring at on the other side of the ballroom?
Words passed by him in whispers, completely meaningless. "General", "Lord", "Envoy to the King".
The only thing he heard, was when the stranger bowed to their host and said:
"Heinrich Richter, at your service."
A lie, was the only thing he could think, that creature was in no one's service but himself.
A stream of dancers obscured his view for a moment, and then the creature was gone, nowhere to be found.
He felt like he couldn't breathe.
Those blue eyes, those features so similar but so unlike his own, untouched by the passage of time since that night.
How? Why? Why now?
Someone called his name, breaking the spell. He shook his head.
No, he must have been mistaken. It was but a memory, a ghost, a figment of his imagination.
Ulrich Richter didn't have a brother anymore. He wasn't really sure if he had ever had one at all.
A/N: First time I managed to align time and energy to participate in the @flashfictionfridayofficial challenge and I hope I get to keep participating from now on!
Context for this piece: Heinrich got nearly fully decapitated on a battle, but Lucien would not let him die and nursed him and fed him his own blood to get him back to "health". Thankfully Lucien is basically god on Earth so it worked, to the abject horror of everyone else (specially Lexi).
Find more about the EOTS project on the tag!
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That random encounter on the hallway to the king's chambers was fortuitous. Heinrich had been looking for a fight.
He watched Alexandra's face change from shock to disgust to a murderous rage.
"What are you, a damn cockroach?"
Heinrich sneered back at her. He had always thought his resilience was his best quality. No matter how many times his father beat him or how many days his mother starved him, he had always come back stronger and more filled with hate on the other side.
His strength had gotten him through a war and even an encounter with a vampire that had killed every single one of his comrades but himself. And now, it seemed that not even having his head practically ripped out from his torso could keep him down for long.
The moonlight reflected both off the new spidery scar around his neck and his fangs when he taunted her:
"Aww, did you miss me?"
Barely had her gotten her claws out, he had her pinned to the wall by the neck with only one had. This new strength he had been feeling under his skin ever since he had woken back up really was something else.
He smirked, and let her take in the new golden hue in his eyes - the same colour as Lucien's.
"Turns out your god won't let me die. He would pour all his blood down my throat before he let that happen. And we will both have to live with that."
He squeezed her throat until he heard the sweet sound of her gasp, then threw her aside on the floor like a rag doll.
Alive, unfortunately. Licien would not forgive him if he killed his dear "sister".
It was not enough. It was barely even entertaining. He needed more if he were to test his new strength.
If not even death could keep him, their enemies were about to experience a whole new level of hell.
Back to Heinrich and Lucien, my and @cultoficarus's vampire OCs from day 1. This time with the prompts Forbidden + Worship!
The moonlight flittered through the dome over the salon and fell gingerly over the throne, illuminating the pale hair and skin of the creature in it.
Jewels encrusted along the throne sparked in the darkness, but none were as bright as the brilliant blue eyes looking down at him.
A throne fit for a king as regal as they come, upon which the light of their goddess shone blessings meant only for her chosen one. For anyone else to sit on it was not only sacrilege, it was a curse.
And still the wicked creature lounged in it like it was nothing, a study in debauchery with its partially opened robe tempting him with flashes of deliciously naked skin.
The creature smiled, its taunting smirk sending shivers all over his body as its eyes roamed his naked form, taut with desire and want he hadn't been given permission to quench.
Slowly, the creature extended its foot, and he took it anxiously, holding it like a sacred thing, like a blessing.
The creature lounged further, elbow on the arm of the throne, head resting on its hand. It pressed its foot more firmly against his chest.
"Well? Get on with it then," it commanded. And he dove into his task like a parched man to a fountain.
He pressed kisses to the foot, up the creature's leg, savouring, delighting. Its skin tasted of corruption, and there was nothing else he wanted more.
He wanted to pour all of himself in this altar to the only god he had come to recognise. After all, what was a king to a god? Merely an instrument to its desires and whims.
If any of his subjects walked in on them now, the horror of seeing their king on his knees, revering another than the moon goddess that was supposed to guide their way, it would be a scandal that could tear the whole kingdom at its core.
But Lucien didn't care. All he cared about was pleasing the fickle whims of his god, so he could be granted all his favours and pleasures to eternity.
Above him, Heinrich continued to smirk, unbothered by anything in the world, not even the thoughts that consumed the king fallen before him.
