Sooooo I got these two characters who are 100 percent in love with each other except they’re both kind of idiots so they don’t really realize it. It anyway they like help each other through their respective traumas/ptsd from said traumas and I know that this is going to get like no notes but I want to share this with other people it’s a little story I wrote with them in it. (just FYI it is a straight relationship but I only have like three ships like this for my oc’s.) so the guy that the POV is his name is Alastair and not only is he a vampire he is also the king of vampires and as king he trains new vampires because despite his general appearance and reputation he is a super swell dude. His girlfriend and eventual wife is an angel both figuratively and literally. She is a sweetheart (so is Alastair but he’d never show that to anyone... before meeting Angelina that is) so the reason her name is Angelina is because when she was first rescued by Alastair she didn’t want to tell him her name because she didn’t want to be kicked out(her ???deadname??? is Azreal and she’s the angel of death) and so Alastair ends up calling her Angel and that evolved into Angelina. Anywho now that that bit of summary of their characters is over on to the actual like post 🥳🥳
The angel, whom I had eloquently nicknamed Angel due to her not telling me her actual name, was awake I could tell due to her quickened heartbeat and breathing.
“Is she in danger” I thought to myself. It was impossible for her to Be in danger but still the thought worried me, only because my castle was the most secure place in the kingdom and someone being inside without me knowing was very worrisome. I slowly opened the door careful to not alert any danger lurking in the room. Angel’s heartbeat pounding in my ear but her breathing had basically stopped, were they choking her. I opened the door fully revealing the scene to me. Angel was not in psychical danger from some outside source, instead she had wedged herself as far into the corner as her wings would allow while still existing to cover her entire body. Her small malnourished body was wracked with quiet sobs
“I...I’m so..sorry sir...si if I *hic* wok... woke you” she stumbled over her words still crying. She was terrified. Before I could stop myself I was sitting in front of her on my knees mentally reaching out to her in comfort.
“It’s ok Angel I don’t need sleep I usually use this time to gather my thoughts but it’s ok Angel you’re not in trouble...let’s get you in bed.” I said standing up. That was the most I’ve said to one person in a while. My musings were interrupted by the angel sitting in from of me still crouched in the corner.
“ you...you’re not mad at me-“ she whispered while wiping away a stray tear and unfurling her wings slightly, “ you’re n..not not goi.. going to hurt me” the tears flowing more quickly now.
“I...of course not Angel I promise you that I will always be here to protect you while you are in my care no one will hurt you”
“Promise?”
“Promise” she looked so broken and I wanted no needed to help her and that need was terrifying. Why did I need to help her why was she different then the multitude of other women. Maybe it was because she reminds me of myself, just more vulnerable, before I had met Abigale and she became my maid.
“ come now Angel let’s get you in bed” I repeated. Helping her off the floor and onto the bed I wanted to lay down near her to protect her but that was a silly thought she most likely needed space.
As I made for the door her voice quietly called out to me.
“Alastair?”
“Yes my dear”
“Stay with me...please I don’t want to be alone,” she paused before quickly adding, “ it’s because of the room it’s to extravagant for me I’m not used to it and umm yeah just... please... stay?” Her face was half buried in the big pillows tears forming at the corners of her eyes again. I turned back to her and reached out to her face, her eyes watching my hand like a rabbit watching an approaching hawk, my hand stoped a couple inches from her face instead pulling the comforter closer to her head to maximize the warmth it would produce.
“Of course my angel” I sat on the corner of the four poster bed silently keeping guard as she began to sleep peacefully
