#vampire nat

[lexavalon052]

I can't be crazy for WinterWidow vampire and werewolf... right?

[riveramorylunar]

This would be Vampire Natasha's favorite drink besides blood no one can tell me otherwise 🙄

[axinite25]

I keep going between writing vastly different Lot/Nat stuff it's kinda funny

werewolf!Lot multi fic, vampire!Nat oneshot, body swap with a killer!Lot/Nat multi fic, fake dating Lot/Shauna with a jelly Nat mini fic, and more

I need therapy or something I stg

[leftheel]

That playlist fucked me ALL THE WAY UP But imma need more to that backstory if you will 👀

LOL @romanova-maximoff-danvers looks like you’ll get what you wanted

witches aren’t normally immortal, they typically live about 300 years with an extended aging process. so you totally expected to live life as a mortal with a stronger immune system, chilling in 14th century wherever living your life as a town healer. your town is generally accepting of witches as long as they keep quiet about it - the “don’t ask don’t tell” policy implemented to give towns plausible deniability around housing such sacrilegious creatures while also allowing them to not lose little timmy to a fuckin cold ya feel me. 

natasha comes along under the guise of a traveler looking for a place to stay. you immediately know she’s a vampire - brazen hair and fire behind her eyes not ones held by mortals. cue a torrid 60 year love affair where you move around whenever you please and fuck under the stars and avoid the plague by sailing across the sea to a forest in the americas. it’s hot, it’s rabid, it’s nearly unbelievable. 

then one day - in the middle of a cool summer night - she up and leaves. no explanation, no prior notice. just the scent of her, a shawl she used to wear constantly, and a small note apologizing for having to leave. 

they were going to kill you. they want to kill me. i hope you can forgive. 

sensing something off, you spend the next decade or so going to every oracle, tarot reader, fortune teller, backwoods grandmother with three teeth, everyone you can find to try to tell you what happened to her. all you learn, though, is that something happened to you and now you’re immortal. whoops? 

so then you’re like. well fuck. so you continue to travel the globe doing whatever bc it’s not like life has any meaning. it’s about 1925 in france when you hear wind of someone sound just like her who may or not have been helping the bolsheviks destroy russia’s monarchy. 

so you chase her around, and in 1994 you find her in a forest (the few that are left) in upstate washington, dressed in a stunning mock of princess diana’s revenge dress (but soaked in blood). things sort of escalate from there.

[leftheel]

Ahh okay so, Vampire Nat’s lost lover finding her in the woods after not seeing her for a LONG while

this is tough. i took a lil bit of an angsty route? that was unintentional but ya know. 

some backstory: 

nat left you centuries ago, leaving you to find your way around immortality alone. it’s the mid-nineties when you see her again, dressed in only in a black velvet slip. she’s got blood crusted on the outside of her mouth, and her chest heaves just like it does after she feeds. 

“natasha?” you call - your breathing straining from the running you’d been doing to catch her. 

“what is it, witch?” she snarls. “have you come here to kill me? come to seek revenge for me leaving you all those years ago?”

this playlist is the moments between when you learn she’s in the woods and, after a long chase, you find her. (aka, a rat race through the woods)

miss jackson - panic! at the disco

howl - florence + the machine

sacrilege - yeah yeah yeahs 

princess of china - coldplay, rihanna 

27 - fall out boy

nicotine - panic! at the disco 

ignorance - paramore

novocaine - fall out boy 

[leftheel]

listen that vamp nat and witch reader fic you wrote is great and all but it's so damn short?? my witchy vampire-fucking ass needs more

it’s not even a fic tbh it was a drabble. ngl it sounds like smth i wanna write but i have some other stuff i’d wanna do more / finish first