#twilight fred

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Found this pic of Charlie with pink hair <3 the red eyes from the flash make him look like a twilight vampire which is a hell of a coincidence bc I fancast the hell out of him as Fred from tsslobt brooo if i ever get around to finishing my fic about him its gonna be crazy

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Savior // Fred x Reader.

A/N: the moment I saw a request for dearest, darling Fred, I just about screamed with excitement! I used this chance to play around with his character/romantic relationship as practice for my fic for him.

Prompt: “You saved me. And I'm incredibly thankful for that.”

Pairing: Fred x Reader.

Taglist: @emily-a13

Fred had never, ever believed that eternity could be so sweet.

Could anyone truly blame him for that? His quiet little life, plain yet peaceful, had been ripped to shreds by such a selfish and violent creature and Fred was forced to fight in a war that was never his own. And the few friends he'd made along the way had all died, Fred coming to a dark, lonely conclusion:

He was alone.

And he feared that he always would be, trying to find some solace in a simple, secluded life.

Wandering around the states, Fred had eventually found himself on a little island, not far from some small, seaside town in the middle of nowhere. Here the skies were an perpetually pearl gray, sunlight so rarely touching the earth and rain so often falling from gentle clouds. Emerald green trees expanded into a wide, almost endless forest, mostly untouched, until it came to the black cliffs that overlooked the wild, raging sea. There were countless islands scattered along the coast and he'd taken to exploring them all, but only one was really his home.

Here, a long abandoned lighthouse had become the vampire's hiding place.

He'd been able to make repairs in secret, slowly making the lighthouse more comfortable, winds and rains banished. Soon, the few things he'd collected over time filled the tower...books, a little bed and a lantern to read beside. It was simple and sweet but you had made it so much sweeter.

It was strange, wasn't it?

So strange that at times Fred feared it couldn't be true, as though you might only be a hallucination produced by loneliness. But you were real, to his absolute wonder, huddled safely in his arms. Fred took solace in you, all of you, listening to your gentle breaths and heartbeat with such wonder.

Danger was on the horizon.

You both sensed the storm approaching, having barely escaped it the first time and now...now it was returning, wasn't it? But Fred wasn't running from anything, preparing to face it head on.

"I'm so sorry," you suddenly said, kissing his jaw softly.

"Love?" he questioned, looking down at you with such worry.

"I just...you only ever wanted to be safe. And you deserve that, after everything you've been through. I just feel like I messed everything up and I'm sorry, Fred."

He almost laughed, he was so baffled by the very thought of it...the fact that you were sorry! Did you not know how perfect you were? How happy you made him? Fred would have gone through it all again and even worse, if only it meant that he got to be with you...perhaps he had not made that clear enough, he considered, deciding to correct that right now.

"There's nothing you need to apologize for, love," Fred whispered softly. "My life before you was bleak and endless, I didn't think that I could ever be happy again but you...you saved me. And I'm incredibly thankful for that.”

There was nothing else to do but kiss you, the vampire smiling into your lips. He could do this forever, he thought, knowing nothing sweeter than the touch of your lips, a sugar touch of magic upon them.

You, he decided, were his eternity...and there was nothing he wouldn't do to keep his savior safe forevermore.

If the storm was coming, then he would brave with you by his side. 

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A Thing Divine // Act One // Chapter One: Angel.

A/N: Come unto these yellow sands, and then take hands: Curtsied when you have, and kissed, the wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, bear the burden.

Pairing: Fred x Cordelia (OC).

On her sixth birthday, an angel came to Cordelia Graycott.

That was what she had called him then, not knowing what he truly was. It would be what she would always call him one far away day and beyond it, finally knowing truly who he was.

But on that day, just off the coast of a little town of Castine, Maine, on that isle that she loved so much, Cordelia was found by an angel. Isle Iseabail had belonged to the Graycott family from the very first moment their ancestors had set foot in America, bought by people known only through blurred photographs and old stories muddled by time. Once upon a time, the first of them to step upon the New World’s shores had brought with him a small fortune and bought the isle for his wife and, when Castine came to be and was in need of a lighthouse, he had allowed it to be built there. Although the lighthouse had long since been decommissioned, its faithful light snuffed out and never to burn again, the Graycott family still owned the island and had never stopped loving it.

Especially young Cordelia Graycott and her grandmother, Mamó.

It was heaven, this beautiful place...she had been certain of it.

Mamó had told her of such stories of angels and martyrs and heavenly places, and Cordelia had been so certain that heaven could only be her isle. This pale and gentle heaven, so safe and sound. All of her little life, she had loved this place, with its white sand scattered with gray rocks and sea glass and thousand of little shells, she had loved the powerful roaring of the waves crashing against the shore and cliffs, coming up to soak the end of her handmade dresses; the wildness of the small forest with its flowered meadows and secrets places, mist rolling through the trees; the caves below the island, dark and mysterious and echoing with the song of the sea. Rarely was there ever any sunlight here, the sky perpetually gray and rainy, and the sun never more than a pale pearl hidden beneath the lacy clouds...but she cared little for sunshine and heat, even as a little girl, far preferring the cold and the quiet and the rain.

But Cordelia loved the lighthouse best of all, ancient and majestic in its beauty.

Laughter poured through the summer air so sweetly as a small, dark haired child ran wildly about the beach, faintly hearing the chattering of her family far, far away and only drifting farther.

Looking back with shimmering eyes, Cordelia could just see them just over the cliffs...her Mama and Dad sitting beside Grandpa, Eve, her little sister, playing at their feet, and her beloved Mamó watching the waves. The loveliest woman in the world, as far as she was concerned. Tall and slender, towering above everyone besides Grandpa (who was a giant in his own right), she was beautiful with wild snow white hair cascading down her back and lips like roses. Mamó looked back at Cordelia’s mother and said something the child could not catch above the call of the wind, only hearing a little bit of laughter. A few days before, her grandfather had told her, for the first time but not the last, that she looked so much like her grandmother now and she’d felt so proud, a bit beautiful and a bit grown up.

Perhaps that was why she had wandered.

Cordelia knew better than to wander off, even then. As small as she was, the island still held its secrets and its dangers too. Cliffs could crumble away at the gentlest step, or be hidden entirely beneath thick tufts of grass and wildflowers, never knowing if the path would end with a scream as you plunged down; caves were hidden all over and easy to become lost within; animals crept through the woods, most posing no threat at all but some not as gentle, recalling her mother’s warning of wolves with their hungry eyes and sharp teeth. Cordelia had known better to wander away but wander she did, farther and farther and farther into the forest as she sang some silly song from a story to herself, until suddenly, quite shockingly, she realized it.

How dark it was, the thick trees dampening any scarce light…

How quiet it had so suddenly become, the birdsong and creeping footprints silent…

How far she had warned without meaning to, unable to see or even hear her family anymore, even as she tried to listen out for them, hoping that their voices would lead her back to safety. But as she looked around the forest wildly, she could not make heads nor tails of the forest around her, dropping the little flowers that she’d been picking, bloodroot and harebell and yarrow falling to the tangled grass.

“Mamó?”

A little voice called and called until she began to cry, unable to do anything else, frantically trying, and failing to find her way home. But the trees only became darker and quieter still, only the sound of small sobs breaking the silence.

“It’s okay.”

Who was it...that deep, velvet voice whispering through the trees, speaking so gently...the voice was not one that she had ever known and yet, she trusted it completely. Perhaps it was the fear. Perhaps it was simply the trusting nature of a small, sheltered child that had never known danger. But that deep, gentle voice soothed Cordelia’s heart at once, looking out into the forest to find it.

“Everything’s okay.”

Light broke suddenly through the trees, so blue as it shined over the figure that appeared before her.

Cordelia could barely make sense of him beneath the burning blue light that had erupted, catching only shivering glimpses of the figure...a crown of messy, golden curls, bright rose red eyes, a crooked smile as he reached out to take her hand in his.

An angel.

The moment he took her hand, she knew in her heart that he was an angel, like the little Bible stories her grandparents had read to her at bed, drawn to the blue light of his halo. Cordelia did not hesitate to take his hand, trusting him entirely and, years later, she would recall how surprised he seemed at such a thing...but it didn’t matter to her then. All that mattered was his light, his voice, comforting her as he finally led her home. She heard her name before she saw her family again, her mother’s worried voice carried by the wind.

“Cordelia!”

His hand fell from her own and Cordelia looked back for the angel...but there was nothing. Only a glimmer of light that vanished into the trees, darkness returning once more.

Forgetting the earlier fear, she nearly followed after him, not truly knowing why. But Mamó appeared so suddenly, scooping the child up as she called to the others that she was safe and sound, just playing in the flowers again. But even then, she did not stop looking into the dark. Even as the sailboat pulled away from Iseabail Isle, Cordelia did not stop searching for that light, for her angel, not for many, many years…

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Best Villain for Fred's Fic.

Vampire (attracted to the MC's power and seeks to take it for himself).

Werecreature (hunts vampires for fun and came to kill Fred).

Demon/Cambion (in love with the MC and wants to make her his mate).

Voting ended onFeb 13, 2024

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I might call him a thing divine, for nothing natural, I ever saw so noble...

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I've finished the planning for Act I of my Fred x OC fic, A Thing Divine! So I'll start writing soon, once the planning for Nightingale (Santiago x Reader) and Embers (Jacob x Reader) are complete as well. Anywhere, here's a little moodboard for Fred + some of his interests.

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About my Fred Fic (more below)...

Deep, Dark, Devotion.

Fathom, Fallen, Forever.

Temptation, Tethered, Tempest.

Enchanted, Entwined, Eternal.

Voting ended onJan 24, 2024

I'm writing my Fred fic! I've decided to have the one book split into three acts, each with a name so...which do you like?

Aesthetic: small coastal town in Manie, abandoned lighthouse, forbidden romance, dark academia, oceanography, based on The Tempest + Beauty and the Beast.

Act I: Main character, a lonely mortal with siren like abilities, meets a vampire that hides away in her family's lighthouse and falls in love, defeat some kind of enemy together, and begin a happily ever after.

Act II: primarily focused on Fred and MC living out a human life together while preparing to say goodbye to her own humanity, Fred's guilt over taking that away, and her devotion to him. She's tuned at the end of it.

Act III: A cruel enemy steps forward just as happily ever after begins, forcing Fred to call upon old friends and fight for his love.

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So, I'm back on my Fred thoughts...

Mostly because I really want to write a fic for him (he has next to nothing out here!!), something based a little bit on The Tempest and Beauty and the Beast.

I really like the idea of Fred taking residence in this old abandoned lighthouse he stumbles upon one day. It's out in the middle of nowhere, but not too far from some little seaside town (so he can get books and supplies when needed). He spends his time continuing his degree in marine biology (online or through mail) and just trying to make the best of a bad situation.

People occasionally come to the island, mostly local and college kids to goof off and party, Fred hiding away as best he can.

No one even knows that he's there.

No one knows that, as a man and woman argue on the cliffside, someone is watching as he pulls her back and she pulls away, the force of it sending her stumbling over the cliffside.

No one knows that it wasn't luck that save you...it was a vampire.

Fred can't explain why he saved you but he did, setting in motion a strange love story. You become his soul companion and confidant in this dark life, Fred knowing that he needs to stay away from you and unable to do just that. He hates himself but he loves you, tangled up in you with no way out. But loving you makes eternity almost seem worth it, Fred finding something worth living and fighting for.