The Vampire King's Match
The Vampire King's Match
Space: Dragging Themselves Along The Ground
Fandom: N/A
AU?: N/A
Extra: This, like the first entry, is my own world and characters.
Warnings: Blood, Injury, Fights
Tag: @badthingshappenbingo
Everything was fine. Everything was fine before the assassins arrived. Cries and screams of men, women and children alike poisoned the usually peaceful air. His Royal Highness of Bludpyra stood face to face with many foes in his long life, but these assassins were man-made. They could not regenerate their injuries nor could they hypnotise, levitate or use telekinesis, but they were faster and more agile than the average vampire.
Karayan, as he happened to be in the village at the time of the attack, had skewered and slashed many of the artificial vampires to smithereens. However, there was one that was clearly the perfected model. Slim, tall, and weak in appearance, yet lethally strong in reality. It annoyed Karayan. He ordered the ones who were still alive to get inside their homes, while he stood face to face with the last.
Karayan was nothing short of powerful. He'd lived for centuries, perfecting his immunity to sunlight and all of his found capabilities. His scythe, a weapon perfectly designed for him and him alone, floated beside him. He kept calm, blocking the attacks that were sent his way with the scythe, not moving a muscle. Upon spotting an opening, a pale and dead hand grasped the scythe and swung it at a crazy speed. Karayan's eyes grew wide - the bastard had dodged. Before Karayan could regain his focus, a burn screamed through his thighs.
He crashed to the ground, a blood-curdling shriek bubbling up and out his mouth. He didn't understand. His regeneration was impeccably fast, so why wasn't he regenerating?!
"Silver is a beautiful yet dangerous thing... Is it not, Your Majesty?"
Karayan had never felt panic so bad in his life. Like how a heated blade would cauterise the wound it inflicts, the sword this man-made piece of shit wielded had closed the wounds it made. Well, it had closed off the points that Karayan would regenerate from. Fight or flight had become his mindset, a snarl curling onto his face. Gritting his jaw through the pain, Karayan commanded his scythe again, giving his opponent a flurry of furious attacks that sent them stumbling.
With a big enough distance, Karayan clawed at the ground, pulling himself along the blood tainted earth. He knew he was adding to the red. He may not have had a pulse, but his long-dead blood seeped out as a steady run. He dragged himself, pain and all, along the ground.
A scream of agony and surprise had him halt in his escape. This stupid fucker just had to take a arm off as well. Karayan snarled at the assassin, rolling out of the way as a frenzied strike was made towards his chest. Karayan grinned at the look of anger on his opponent's face, and at the fact his scythe was floating at an angle behind the attacker.
Mortal blood splattered over the ground and over what remained of Karayan's body. The vampiric king laid on the ground, gasping for the air he didn't need. He had won, yes, but he was in pain. He laid in his own blood, and that of the assassins he had killed to protect his people. Speaking of his people, a young woman was first to leave her home, a gasp of horror caught on Karayan's ears. He tilted his head back, looking back at the lady as she rushed over to him.
"Your Highness, can you hear me?"
Karayan slowly nodded, recognising the lady to be the wife of his friend's butler. "I can hear you, Lady Serene... I can hear you," he replied, his tone swept with his agony.
Lady Serene Haworth, an elven lady of underestimated power. She was one of a few necromancers that lived in Bludpyra, in this village on the borders of the neighbouring nation where her husband worked. She was a healer, and commonly helped Karayan's servants.
"Let me heal you, Your Majesty..."
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Contains: Barbatos/Beelzebub, Diavolo and Lucifer being Diavolo and Lucifer, Gayyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Fandom: Obey Me!: Shall We Date?
Characters: Barbatos, Beelzebub, Diavolo, Lucifer
Extra: I LOVE BarBeel, it's such a cute ship and it needs more attention so :D
A typical day in the Devildom - Mammon in debt, Asmodeus shopping, Satan getting mad when his reading is interrupted, Belphegor sleeping, Leviathan gaming... The usual.
Well, for most people, the usual.
The Demon Lord's Castle housed a couple of guests on this day - Lucifer and Beelzebub. Beel had been left to his own devices, a banquet provided by Barbatos to keep the gluttonous demon occupied. Lucifer had a meeting with Diavolo.
At the end of the meeting, Barbatos walked into Diavolo's office to collect any teacups and saucers, only to hear the end of Lucifer's statement.
"... he'd like to confess."
Who'd like to confess? Barbatos, in an uncharacteristic interest, tilted his head. "Oh? Who's confessing things?"
"Ah! Barbatos, we hadn't noticed you there!" Diavolo gave that same happy smile he always did.
"Yes. It appears one of my brothers has fallen for someone" Lucifer replied, giving Barbatos a look to say the 'someone' was indeed the butler.
"Is that so? May I enquire who?"
"Beel."
Barbatos failed to keep his face from going red. He has expressed to Diavolo a multitude of times about his own feelings for the famished sixth born.
"Hmm, it seems you like him as well." Lucifer smirked, suggesting he had ideas.
"How can I not? He's constantly eager to try my baking and cooking, and he's genuinely an attractive and interesting demon" Barbatos explained, not registering the knock on the office door.
Diavolo had welcomed Beel into the office mid-way through Barbatos' little confession. Barbatos ultimately froze in a matter of a second, before excusing himself.
"How much did you hear, Beel?"
It wasn't until many hours later that Beelzebub had gone into the kitchens to find Barbatos, the butler baking some sweet treat. "Uhm... Barbatos?"
Barbatos jumped a mile, spinning round to face Beelzebub. "Oh, Beelzebub... My apologies for my startled reaction. How can I help?"
"... Lucifer told me about the conversation".
Well shit.
Barbatos cleared his throat and sighed. He ought to have known that Lucifer would tell. Afterall, it was Lucifer who told Barbatos that Beelzebub liked him.
"Funnily enough, Lucifer also told me about your feelings" Barbatos informed, craning his neck a bit to look up at the taller. Beel had a pale blush on his face, before - provided with no warning - hugging the butler with a soft smile. Barbatos took a moment to process, before reciprocating the action.
"Soooo, confirmed?" Diavolo's voice rang through the kitchen. Barbatos, in embarrassment, launched a silicone spatula at his lord with a scowl.
"Shush, my lord".
"Doesn't answer my question!"
"They're confirmed, now lets leave the lovebirds to it" Lucifer grabbed Diavolo by the collar, dragging the nosey prince with him.
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Hey Gays
If you like Royals, Gays, Fantasy and History, take note to this project I'm a part of with Sky, Moon, Twisty, Shoto, and Isla!
Hi there! Welcome to Royal Flowers, the blog for all things related to our project!
What is our project?
Royal Flowers (or the Flower Gardens) is a book series in planning about one of my favorite things: gay royalty! More information will be in a different post, but what does Royal Flowers include? Well, let me tell you!
We have two main couples, Amara/Maeve and Nikandr/Andrei! We also have a number of other background characters, including a nonbinary pirate named Felix!
If you’re interested in lgbtq+ fantasy with plenty of adventure and lots of ups and downs, join us here as we go along, and come along with us!
Members of the project: @sky-neverending @twistyyyyyyyyboo @thegayafgoat @chancellor-reno5 as well as Isla and Shoto!!
Stay tuned for more!!
Space: Hidden Scar
Fandom: Original Work
AU?: N/A
Extra: Original characters again, whoop whoop!!
Warnings: Stabbings, self blame, attack, bodily harm
Tag: @badthingshappenbingo
The Warden Of Jejivan High Security Prison
The prison warden was an intimidating man, a tall fae with horns that looked sharper than a freshly sharpened blade. With his uniform and his flawless face, every inmate and worker within the prison assumed that was just how he was - a cold, physically flawless man who gave no sympathy. But, this couldn't be further from the truth.
Fëanor sat in his office with camera screens humming away to his left, his fountain pen scratching the page. He was leaning stressfully on his desk, his hand on his head and his elbow on the desk's surface, practically holding his head up. A new inmate had recently been put into solitary confinement, and the inmate was someone that Fëanor had known in the past. "How was the funeral...? Oh right, you couldn't attend, you were in a hospital bed... Kinda deserved considering you let my brother die...". Those had been the inmate's taunting words to Fëanor when they had arrived. The words that echoed through the warden's mind. Fëanor had to hold himself back from lashing out, keeping his cool.
He hadn't let anyone die, and if he could, he'd save all the victims he was unable to save. The inmate's brother was a victim to a case that had taken three teams of profilers and federal police to hunt down the criminal responsible. Fëanor was no stranger to the blame being put on him for 'not finding the criminal quicker', but he'd not expected the inmate to attack him - actually why the inmate was there, the only reason it'd taken so long to arrest him was because Fëanor hadn't been able to confirm who attacked him until the day prior to the inmate's arrival.
The attack was nothing special, except it'd been executed well. Fëanor had been at home when it happened, the attacker somehow breaking in with stealth akin to a vampire's. It'd started with the click of a gun being loaded to fire while Fëanor wasn't looking. The fae had looked at his assailant at that point, the gun firing and missing Fëanor by mere millimetres, the warden not even flinching. Silence had followed for a good few moments, until crashes of bodies falling into tables resonated through the room. The warden had fought back as much as he could, the assailant fighting tooth and nail to tire Fëanor out before slamming the battle of the pistol into the fae's jaw. The pain was dizzying, Fëanor's focus and concentration destroyed. Unable to fight back, Fëanor had no way to stop every sink of a blade into his body - arms, chest, stomach, legs - but all aimed perfectly so Fëanor wouldn't definitely die, but left enough of a chance it could happen. The assailant had leapt out of Fëanor's window by the time his neighbours came to him, having heard the commotion.
He'd been hospitalised for weeks afterwards, stitched up and hooked to wires and painkillers. He still felt the ache of the wounds through the painkillers, but any stronger of a dosage would kill him.
Fëanor hid the scars of the incident, feeling ashamed and full of self-hatred when he saw them himself. He hated it. If his teams and he had figured out who the criminal was sooner, his attacker's brother would still be alive. And, for once in his life, Fëanor blamed himself for it. He blamed himself, believing he deserved the attack, since he failed to save that guy.
No one knew about what happened to him, aside from his neighbours, and Fëanor planned to keep it that way. What would people think? The warden of Jejivan's most notorious prison being unable to defend himself? He'd be a laughing stock and a target.
The prison warden was an intimidating man, a tall fae with horns that looked sharper than a freshly sharpened blade. With his uniform and his flawless face, every inmate and worker within the prison assumed incorrectly about him - yes he was cold, but he was also scarred and ashamed, afraid to admit it aloud.
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So!
I'm Reno/Jodi, and I am a Genderfluid 17 year old. I used she/he/they pronouns!
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