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[obsessive-valentine]

Please, we need a bedtime story from Dorian. 🥺🙏

The room was dim and quiet, the faint golden flicker of the bedside candle casting long shadows across the walls. Lavinia had just left, she’d ensured that you were comfortably tucked in, the curtains drawn tight, and everything precisely as it should be. Sleep was essential—Lavinia had been clear about that, especially while your body and instincts adjusted to its new life, there was to be no argument about the sleep schedule she set.

But Dorian had other ideas.

Down the hall, the sound of Lavinia’s steps faded as she descended the staircase, and a grin tugged at Dorian’s lips. He moved silently, his movements smooth as he slipped to your door. With a practiced hand, he eased it open just enough to poke his head through, he startled you with his swiftness -and while if either of the other men in this house had done that, you’d have a heart attack- Dorian’s comforting smile calmed you right back down.

“You still awake?” he whispered, his voice light but brimming with mischief.

You squinted at the light spilling in from behind him, a small smile creeped on you face as you pushed yourself into a sitting position, before giving a small nod.

“Good,” he grinned wider. “I remembered another story I just have to tell you. It can’t wait.”

He slips inside the room, closing the door softly behind him. He moves with the ease of someone who’d had centuries to perfect the art of sneaking, pulling the chair beside her bed closer and settling into it with a casual air.

“You know Lavinia will—” you began, but he waves you off with a quick, dismissive hand.

“Lavinia’s downstairs, probably doing something terribly dull, she’s busy and I’m swift. And Soren…” he smirked. “Well, Soren doesn’t scare me… not much, anyway.”

You gave him a hesitant look, but he leaned closer, his expression conspiratorial. “Relax. It’s just one story. Harmless.”

It’s wasn’t only Dorian’s smile that was contagious his mischievous nature was too -so despite your better judgment the smile creeped back on your face and you shuffled into a comfortable position, ready to hear whatever story he was about to tell. Dorian leaned back, folding one leg over the other, his fingers steepled dramatically.

“All right,” he began in a hushed tone, his voice low and dramatic, “let me tell you about the time I nearly lost my head—literally—thanks to a argumentative nobleman who could admit he was wrong- in Prague- We were visiting for a short while due to business-”

Your eyes widened slightly at that opening line, and he grinned, clearly enjoying the effect. “Now, this was back in the 18th century, mind you,” he continued, gesturing with his hands to illustrate as he spun the tale. “Prague was beautiful then—still is, I suppose. But it had this nasty little habit of attracting… shall we say, complicated people. Or maybe it’s me attracting them…” he shrugged away that thought.

He wove the story like a master storyteller, his voice dropping to a whisper at moments of tension and rising with excitement during the twists and turns. Despite the hushed tone, his gestures were grand, his expressions exaggerated, as though he were performing for a grand audience.

You couldn’t help but be drawn in as Dorian described close calls, daring escapes, and a particularly memorable duel beneath a moonlit bridge.

“And there I was,” he said, leaning forward, his voice barely audible now, “cornered by the river, sword in hand, three of them against me—one of them the duke himself. In that moment I thought, ‘Well, Dorian, this is the end. You’ve had a good run.’ But then—”

The floor boards creaked faintly outside as someone passed the room.

Both of them froze, the story hanging in the air like the candlelight flickering against the walls.

“Dorian…” The you whispered, looking from the door to his face for any semblance of guidance on what to do, nervousness in your voice evident.

“Shh,” he hissed, holding up a hand, and listening intently.

The steps faded, and Dorian exhaled dramatically, a hand over his chest. “Close call,” he muttered, flashing her a quick grin. “Now, where was I? Oh yes, cornered by the river…”

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How would Dark-Yandere!Farmer react to finding reader taking Polaroid photo shoots of his retired senior dogs in silly clothing like sunglasses, hair clips, etc. Btw love your writing keep up the good work!🫶🏼

Dark-Yandere!Farmer x GN!Reader

TW - Readers def developing Stockholm Syndrome or something of the sort, nothing else though this fix is sweeter as an apology for the intense one last time about reader being punished. This was meant to be a qick paragraph or two as an answer but I got to deep into lore and this sweet scenario as it’s a side of him we don’t see much. Thanks for the idea glad you’re liking this blog❤️

I’ll proof read later

You’d expressed an interest in his old cameras after he let you rummage through a few boxes he’d stored away. In a box he’s got a old digital camera a Polaroid one and then a really fragile one that’s much older than the rest, you didn’t dare pick it up in fear it would fall adapt just by touch. Then at the bottom of the box, a few images, some developed film some printed. You recognised him in some home images or family portraits, he looked like a happy kid with a cheesy grin sometimes even pictured on this very farm but most of them look to be taken in a small town house.

It’s weird to imagine at one point he was just a normal kid, living a normal life, photos of him blowing out candles on his birthday or with some older family members reminded you that no ones born ‘bad’. Makes you wonder why he’s the way he is now, what happened?

A part of you wanted to take one of those sweet images of him as a child and hide it away, to uncover and re-remind yourself he’s not a living monster but a human and a kind one at times. To ground yourself when he gets angry and all you can see him as is a living demon. To set the aspiration that if he was once so -he can be again.

You recognised a woman from the images as his mother because he kept a image of her in the bedside draw, she looked loving and kind. But he’d never talk about her, answering your careful questions about her with “she was a good mother” or “she was an admirable woman” he seemed emotionally withdrawn about it so you didn’t push it. You figured since she’s dead he’s just remembering her face.

The rest of the pictures seemed to be from the building of this farm, dated on the back in scruffy hands writing, maybe by his father or grandfather. You could look through this pile of history for hours, not just to learn more about your captor but about the history of this place and the his family that he’s so reluctant to talk about.

The ladder to the attic creaks behind you and his distinct heavy boots land with a thud and groan on the ladder steps “what’s got you so occupied up here?” You felt like you’d been caught looking in something you shouldn’t have despite having permission “j-just these cameras, I had a polaroid camera once” you turned to him showing him the old camera, he now off the ladder and standing over you.

“Hmm, old thing -maybe older than us” he gently took it from you hands to inspect it “probably still works if you want it, not any use just sitting up here” he hands it back “thank you” you reply with a smile he waves you off and crouches down beside the box with you. He shuffles through it completely ignoring the images from his past and he rummages in search of something “No film stacks though, I’ll pick some up from town next time”

“Really?” You look over at him in excitement, he shrugs “sure” he stands up ready to head back down stairs “had I known you’d be so happy I’d have gotten you one sooner” he chuckles at your excitement over something so small.

To you it’s much more than a old camera to take up some free time when you get bored. It’s yours, you can control it, keep it for your own. You don’t have much things that’s yours anymore but the collections growing.

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You’d basically forgotten about getting film for your camera as a week or two had passed. But he hadn’t, he returned to the truck once again being one of may shops he had to stop at. But this time he didn’t have heavy bags of stock or material and tools for the farm but just 3 small boxes that he could carry in just one hand.

He sat down in his seat and extended his hand to give you the boxed, you furrowed your brows in confusion until you read one of the box’s. A big smile plastered you face when you got to the word ‘film’ “that should be enough to last you a long while” “thank you” you grinned giving him a quick hug out of appreciation.

Once you both pulled into the driveway of the farm you had already thought up many picture opportunities, and you couldn’t wait to get to it. The car parked and he gave you the go ahead “You can finally get to your photography, take some pretty pictures” you practically ran to the house to retrieve the camera.

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You’d been in the house for a hour or two at this point and he’d began to get a bit concerned, usually you’d come outside now and then or spend the afternoon in the barn playing with the animals. But no sign of you. He put the final nail into the fence he was fixing and decided to come check on you.

He got to the front door and could hear you laughing before even opening it “good boy Berty, you’re so handsome” his curiosity peaked at those words, he quietly made his way to the room you and presumably Berty the elderly farm dog was in and observed from the door frame.

There you sat, infront of Berty whose dressed up in various items and fabrics mimicking clothes. The camera clicks and your silent as you watch it develop, Berty still sits patiently. “We got the picture, look at how dapper you look” you praise him and he gets exited leaving all the items fall off his as he runs up to you to get pet.

“When I said pretty pictures I was envisioning landscapes or with artistic vision” he jokes still standing in the door way unable to not smile at such a bizarre but cute sight. You stand shocked for a moment, he’s not one to creep up on you, it when you see his amused smile you loosen back up. “This is artistic vision, and Bertys my muse, look at how handsome” you joke and show him the photo “it’s something alright” he almost laughs out.

“Hey, this is worthy of a museum, the composition the choice of colours the muse, it all tells a story” you continue to joke, he just shakes his head unable to wipe away his smile “as long as your happy, I guess” “I am, thank you again” moments like this you forget everything you went though and are able to exist in ignorance.

Those moments are becoming more frequent now especially since he’s began to become more relaxed, he wasn’t as authoritarian anymore, your sure if you pushed it he wouldn’t have a 2nd thought of going back to the way things were. There’s always that lingering threat but it’s not as pronounced anymore. You’re starting to see the love he has for you, sometimes unconventional and deranged possessiveness but moments like this, seeing him smile and joke you can delude yourself into believing he’s a normal partner.

He brings you in closer by the hips “you’re so cute” his grin is akin to the little boy in those pictures, you’ve seemed to restore a part of his childish cheer. He pecks your lips “I bet the barn animals are missing you, maybe you should take this photography session to them, I’m sure they’ll appreciate the attention”

And that’s what you did, dressed up the chickens though they didn’t stay still -the cows were great models -but a few animals tried to eat the accessories and clothing which made things harder. The farmer got less work done than normal that afternoon as he found it quite amusing and cute watching you through the cracked barn door trying to wrestle a bow onto a goat.

[obsessive-valentine]

I know that yandere farmer is mostly tech free but how would he feel about darling asking for a radio or something like that to listen to music from

Maybe then dancing together to old country love songs

I’m loving this idea so much lol, like mentioned before he’d definitely dance with reader and he has a radio or two that he uses regularly. If darling like specific music he’d go out and get a record player or something like that where he can buy specific albums and artists for reader. But he personally has a soft spot for oldies and definitely country music, any that the radio is playing is fine for him to whistle along to as he works or drinks his coffee. Since that last similar ask I’ve thought of more similar scenarios like this and got to add to it. Have this short scenario, thank you for the inspo ❤️

TW: darling definitely has Stockholm syndrome, mentions of being kidnapped, fluff otherwise.

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You stir in your sleep half conscious as you feel the bed shift and the pillow under your head deflate a bit from the withdrawal of his arm. You’re to tired like most mornings to acknowledge him as he quietly tiptoes around the room gathering his clothes and leaving the room, carefully shutting the door behind him after giving your sleeping self one more glance.

He goes about his usual routine quietly then finally lacing his boots and grabbing his old but trusty portable radio, taking it with him out on the farm. That how you usually find him, when you stir awake you can almost instantly tell just where he’s about. You can hear the country music playing but not loud. So he’s not near the house but also no as far as being up on the fields.

It’s already late morning you gather as you pull the curtain open, the suns out and it looks calm. You decide to go outside to enjoy the calming warm breeze, you’ve nothing that interesting to do in here anyways.

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You make it onto the porch and are greeted by some of the dogs, you struggle to move past them without giving them all a head pat first. You make your way down the porch steps and onto the grass, you scan the fields where the music is coming from and doesn’t take long to make eye contact with the owner of the land.

He stands leaning against one of his old trucks that holds the hay bails he’s distributing, you realise he’s been watching you loving on the dogs, waiting for you to look his way. He gives you a wave and toothy grin, though you can just about see it since he’s way up on the field, he’ll intentionally hold eye contact with you every now and then -you think it’s his way of letting you know he’s watching you.

You’re about to wave back and make you’re way to the barn like you usually do, but stop yourself and decide to go and talk to him. Maybe you missed him a bit, he was to tired last night to make much conversation with.

“did you sleep okay?” He helps you climb over the short fence in between you both, and steadies you with his hands on your waist as you set your feet on the ground. “Yes...” you took a moment to pat the dirt off that you collected by climbing the fence “I’d sleep better if you didn’t get up at an ungodly hour every morning” you joked bringing your attention back to the man still holding your waist.

“Well, I need to keep on top of things around here. A stitch in time saves nine -ya’ know” he retorted in a similar joking tone before getting a bit more serious “M’sorry love, here I am thinking I was being quiet enough -sneaking around the house in the early hours” he starts swaying to the music in the background, bringing you along with him.

“I’ll be quieter than a mouse next time” he jokes again in a hushed voice, making you laugh a bit. He turns to the truck to twist the old radio dial, turning the music up, the cows watch on curiously waiting for the hay still sitting in bails on the back of the truck.

“They can wait, they’re spoiled cattle who can learn some patience” then without another word he takes waist once again and begins a rather badly formed slow dance. Right there in the middle of a field surrounded by curious cows, beautiful mountains and trees, a fresh breeze and devoted kidnapper lover.

The music continues to buzz on hitting some static now and then due to the age of the device. He’d hum along to some familiar choruses and pick up the pace into a jive like dance depending on the song playing. You both did this for a while, talking about mundane things ‘whats your thinking for dinner tonight?’ ‘How’s that painting coming along?’.

So domestic and pure, for a while there’s no complexity or inner battles about your situation. It’s just you and him sharing a fresh space with calming music and untainted emotions. Maybe if this is what life is now, you could learn to love it, to want to live your life on this quiet farm and have a committed domestic relationship.

Moments like this give him hope, that you won’t always resent him or have to fear him to stay put. Moments like this he discovers he’s okay with letting down that toxic masculinity a bit, and being soft and uncharacteristically fulfilled. He’d never thought he’d be dancing to the radio instead of working but here he is.

Moments like this does he realise his main drive of fulfilment isn’t working hard and being all powerful, but rather pleasing you and having you want him just a fraction of how he wants you.

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Dark-Yandere!Farmer X GN!Reader (Asks)

I swear I’ve got another fic in the working (for Farmer yan) and some other HC’s in the works, sorry I’ve been MIA life got a bit busy. Thx for the asks❤️

He gets a little annoyed which only proves darlings point, but he catches himself before it goes too far. He quickly replies with “Don’t do anything stupid enough to get me angry then?” His tones defensive and condescending, the conversation is left there. Probably won’t change anything in the future, because once he’s angry there’s not much darling can do.

The problem with him is he knows that he has anger issues, he knows kidnapping and murder is wrong, he knows darling is scared of him. So when darling brings it up, it’s not new news, he’s just taken-a-back that darling has the gall to mention it. In his own way he tries to protect darling from himself by putting them in the shed when he’s inconsolably angry, when he can’t trust himself not to lay a hard hand on darling. But other than that the fear-mongering works so well to keep darling in place and he doesn’t get angry without reason... so why would he change ?

The reward of not getting chucked in the shed or shouted at for hours on end...

Seriously though he’d just be nicer to be around, and not so tense/stern. And if darlings been domesticated for a while and begin helping out with chores or aren’t a fight risk, they’d be rewarded with those paints they’ve been wanting or that video game they talk about. He begins to make an effort to meet them in them middle. It’s crossed his mind a few times to get you an animal just for yourself, something small that could live in the house with you like a cat or rabbit, that doesn’t belong to the farm and isn’t forbidden from coming inside the house so it can spend rainy days with you when he can’t.

He sends you to the barn most afternoons to busy yourself with the animals but he frequently checks up on darling, mostly just sticking his head in when he walks by but sometimes he also joins darling for a bit. Its one of those few times a genuine smile crosses his face, watching you adore on a baby animal.

If you were to keep interrupting him while he works by bringing the baby over to him, it doesn’t bother him, he likes talking with darling. He also doesn’t mind you sitting close by while he fixes that fence or follow him while he spreads hay around, happy to hear about whatever you have to say. At that point he wouldn’t have to bring out his radio because he has his own chatterbox following him carrying whatever animal they found cute that day. He’s good at multitasking (he does most the same chores day after day - it’s like second nature) so it’s no bother to hold a conversation while he works, darling would likely get bored or tired from walking so much and return to the barn anyways.

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Does Yandere!farmer have any family? Or is he all alone???

🚨 Family trauma dump 🚨 -lets give this man some depth and explanation for why he’s the way he is

His father died at a pretty young age making him prematurely inherit the farm, he had help from his fathers close friend for a while but him being a troubled young adult with strong opinions, they bumped heads a lot so he basically threw him and then the rest of the workers off the farm to downsize and work alone instead. His mother died soon after, and had no other immediate family. He has distant family about and some probably in the town nearest to his farm but he nor they make and effort to reach out because both sides know he’s beyond help and is best if he’s alone.

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He was a bit bugged when his father died (he didn’t like his father) due to the huge responsibility of the farm. But when his mother died, it was devastating for him, her being his only real emotional connection. See, despite having a picturesque early childhood and described as a sweet and well-mannered boy taking after his sweet mother, he was quickly put to work on the farm while still a child; his father justifying it as a way to toughen him up and make him a man. The jobs only got more gruelling as he grew, physically but also far too emotionally heavy for a young boy (like slaughtering animals)’. He eventually gave in and was quite a anti-social teenager being worked to the bone.

He didn’t attend school therefore had no friends and not socialised. Instead his mother would homeschool him and try save him from his chores for a bit of time to play, many times did his mother argue with his father about how hard he was being on her child. It seemed that she was the only one on his side, the only one he could trust and would frequently travel into town to visit her (he was a devoted mommas boy). So when she died it was the straw that broke the camels back.

The social alienation, burnout, emotional neglect and understanding, toxic masculinity, all instilled in him from just a kid along with the developed sociopathic tendency’s in his late teens and then the death of his only support and emotional attachment he didn’t know how to deal with it so he did the only thing he knew and worked, worked so he didn’t have to think about it. And still has yet to process the loss of his mother. He doesn’t connect with people in the slightest but does with his animals and appreciates being alone, finding people to be infuriating and incompetent (aside from his darling ofc).

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Please update part 2 of platonic vampire family🥺

Coming out in a few hours hopefully!

But while I finish it up, I thought it might be cool to introduce you guys to the Beaumont family, I'll put out a character profile for them after part 2, but I want to introduce them briefly now :)

Soren - His name is straight up to mean strict or stern, very fitting for his character. He can be quite authoritarian but in all actually Lavinia has him wrapped around her finger, he adores her, and can be a pushover for her despite seeming to be so unmovable.

Appears to be in his 40s, but he is actually from Ancient Greece, making him around 2,500 years old. An appreciation for knowledge and philosophy as he was born in a time of lots of great intellectuals. He is literally ancient and lived many of those years alone which has hardened him.

Lavinia - The matriarch of the family, nurturing heart, often balancing Soren’s sternness. Lavinia is actually a Latin name meaning 'Legendary Mother of the Roman People' I like the hidden meaning- that, in a way, Lavinia’s unfulfilled instinct to nurture and embrace motherhood is almost like destiny.

Appearsto be in her mid-30s, but it Is actually about 1,200 years old, putting her in the early medieval times.

Lucien - The older of the two sons and the colder. He takes after his father since he respects him most because of Soren's experiences and knowledge (he strives to emulate him in every way, including mannerisms). He's managed to hold onto his traditionalist beliefs despite the world around him constantly changing. His expression of love is more reserved, often shown through unwavering loyalty and deep respect rather than open affection.

He looks to be about 25, was turned pretty close after Lavinia -around the dark ages. About 1000 years old

Dorian - The younger of the two sons, and the kinder. He adapted very fast and even as a vampire he is very progressive and open-minded. Time still seems to have yet to make him bitter like his father and brother.

He appears around 19-21ish, quite youthful. but is from the renaissance period about 400 years old

[obsessive-valentine]

I just know Yandere-farmer would get so mad at you for distracting the dogs and making them look all cute bc your so bored🎀

“Tucker! Where are you boy?!” You heard him call, you and Tucker sitting out of sight from the farmer on the back porch of the house. The Great Pyrenees had wandered over to you while you read a book listening to music on the radio, you put down the book to show the dog some love. And you couldn’t resist taking the sun hat off and putting it on the dog, giggling a bit as he sat there patiently wagging his tail but now with a snazzy hat on.

You couldn’t resist messing with the dogs now and then, it started when you put one of the dogs in a coat during a snowy day since he was a bit older and smaller than the other dogs but you found it so funny that you continued doing it, with boots - sunglasses -bows etc. Usually you could quickly take it off before the farmer saw. But the Great Pyrenees called Tucker took off before you could snatch the hat back. You watched him round the corner out of sight, helpless.

He watched the dog run up to him with a sun hat and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, why would you give the hat to the dog? “What are they doing to you boy?” He feigned pity as he took the hat off the dogs head before carrying on with work. He wandered to the back porch with the hat in hand a few minutes later “here to return a hat” he called out waving it in the air for emphasis as he got closer “dogs don’t need sun hats, in case you didn’t know” he mentioned as he placed it back on your head “you, however, do”

“I know, I just found it funny, I didn’t know he was working” you replied sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. He hummed in acknowledgment “Dress up the retired dogs if you must, the other dogs gotta earn their keep, don’t be distracting them” there was no irritation his his voice maybe even a bit of amusement.

(He wouldn’t be angry the first few times you’re caught dressing up the working dogs, in fact he finds it cute that darling is getting along so well with the dogs. But if you keep distracting the dogs during work hours he would be a bit irritated about it -but not enough to loose his temper just enough to tell you off)

He works most his hours in the morning starting while darlings still asleep, I imagine darling probably sleeps in late and stays up late just due to a lack of stuff to do in the morning if they didn’t have a hobby. If they were awake, yeah, probably pretty boring.

He will buy books and crafts he’d think darling would like, they have access to the radio and later would buy an old game console and DVD’s for the old television he has. It could get boring some days depends on the darling - because if darling embraces farm life, there’s always chores to do on the farm or animals to play with. And yes, if they ask nicely enough he would pick up a few things from town to keep them happy.

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I am in love with the vamp family!!! is reader forever going to be a young girl since she was tuned at a young age or do the vampires in your verse get older?? if she is forever young do you think it will ever impact the story?

I’ve been developing my platonic vampire lore and plan to share more soon, but feel free to ask specific questions in the meantime.

So readers mentioned being adolescent transitioning to young adult -15ish to maybe 20, totally up to interpretation (bc her exact age doesn't really change the story much). I usually imagine her as an older teenager, youthful but for the most part physically mature. If you picture her younger, her being "forever young" won't be a focus in my stories -well not like it is in 'interview with a vampire'.

While yes technically she’s frozen at the age she’s turned and won’t grow in the traditional sense, over time, the girl will just present more mature. Though youthful still, time and knowledge would give that illusion of her looking older than that age she was turned. Just by the way she holds herself, her eyes, presents herself and having a more vampiric look that changes her features a bit too. She might go from naive young teenager looking to looking like a well rounded young adult in as short of time as a few decades.

Story impact?-

My vampires are different creatures from humans, with instincts and brain chemistry that change after turning. They don’t reproduce traditionally, so romantic love doesn't exist how we think of it. Instead, their bonds are built on choice and shared purpose. Lavinia and Soren’s partnership is unusual—a deep understanding that requires effort, not romance (I'll get to their stories at some point). And most vampire families don’t mirror human ones; some have one head, others have multiple, and some function as close-knit groups.

Vampires are family-focused/ platonic love, so the girl doesn’t feel a need to mature physically to meet human expectations. Their instincts no longer factor in human goals—ideas like seeking a lover or stressing over appearances don’t cross her mind.

I do however think the girl could become angry or self conscious over people degrading (intentional or not) her bc her physical age be humans or even other vampires treating her like a child. But these would be brief moments few and far since she’s not involved with humans much and vampires tend not to focus on appearance as before mentioned.

I will say turning a kid (not a teenager/under 13) is forbidden. Younger people are rarely turned since fledglings are usually chosen for practical traits like intelligence or strength. But it's up to preference as some choose personality first, but most choose potential first, including the Beaumonts, which might come as a surprise when houses hear about the Beaumont's choosing a girl for personality.

Basically: Lavinia, would have never subjected someone she cares for to such a fate.

okay, that was longer than I expected, but I hope to clean up my lore and create a little fact page soon. Plz let me know if there's any plot holes I haven't thought about🙏. Also, thank you for the love ❤️ and an excuse to start ranting about my version of vampires.