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For the blood is the life

master / fledgling

In most vampire media, the relationship between maker and fledglings is many things: parental, sibling, an apprenticeship, even antagonistic. Just as often, there's a romantic undertone, as well.

For what could connect anyone more than the sharing of blood, of the dark gift?

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† UNDEFINED → The nature of your bond is complex and unclear to outsiders. Perhaps even to both of you, as well.
† DYSFUNCTIONAL → There's a lot of bad blood between you, yet you can't hate each other fully.
† FORBIDDEN → Any sort of relationship beyond the vampiric-familial would be frowned upon by both human society and the underworld.
† LOVERS → Why not? No one else will understand you like they do, and you probably won't have to worry about outliving them.

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[could be either one. he'd probably be pretty bad at being the guy who has to teach someone how to vampire. 18+ for shipping/smut options.]

( Fledgling, for sure. Probably confused and not super comfortable with what's happening? But they're also easy-going enough to kinda roll with it.

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Edited (added thing) 2023-05-29 16:40 (UTC)

[ Would Shan like to become a vampire bard? Birdie probably wouldn't embrace them without some serious extenuating circumstances, mostly because she avoids responsibility. ]

[ 18+ f/f for romantic undertones. Otherwise ota. ]

Edited 2023-05-29 17:51 (UTC)

[ I would be so keen for this! I love Lenore. I imagine Lenore to be the master? I can't imagine Mitsuri having a dysfunctional relationship, because she loves everyone haha Would be down for lovers and/or building towards romantic undertone! Let me know any story ideas - Could do from when one of them gets turned or like both of them have been vampires for hundreds of years and something happens? Either way KEEEN! ]

[ Hiiii I think that sounds very sweet. I'm happy for her to be the master! Lenore would be willing to jump into the metaphorical snake pit for her no matter if it's a 'just turned' situation or a long term arrangement. So whichever fits our prompt best, I think. In terms of brain storming prompts:
On the prompt intensity scale-- ranging from one being in danger and the other making a desperate attempt to save them with a side to feeling realization -to- them trying to draw portraits of each other because they can't use mirrors-- I'm happy on both ends. ]

[ Haha I love this already!

I think Undefined/Just Turned has the potential to be extra spicy 🔥 Just because of the extra drama involved with out of control fledglings and scenarios that would push them towards realising feelings.

Whereas Lovers (Eternal soulmates 😭💖) I imagine to be a lot more relaxed/intimate with more assumed history. Slice of lifey / Only Lovers Left Alive sort of vibe? However the two of them could also just be straight up evil and chaotic, so there is that too.

The problem is I like both haha. We could TOTALLY (assuming the au lasts) start with first turnt and timeskip after we're done with it to lovers? Which could be super cute!

Let me know if any of those ideas stick and/or resonate with you more haha. ]

[ First turn into a -> timeskip sounds great! I love that idea. Are you interested at all in the actual turning process or would you rather go to the immediate after/unruly fledgling moment? Would the turn happen under duress or as a calm agreement they've both come to after a discussion?

Other than that I think we could probably jump right into it if you want to chuck a tl over (or I'm happy to! Whichever works best ✨). ]

[ Hmm! I reckon the immediately after turning / early days where Mitsuri struggles to drink blood? I'm thinking either another vampire almost killed Mitsuri and was saved by Lenore or an accident of some sort happened, regardless of what Lenore's actual intentions were in turning her? The result being Mitsuri has to essentially leave her life behind to protect her family, and the only person she has is Lenore? Something like that!

What sort of setting were you thinking? It would probably centre around where Lenore lives, so I am easy with anything!

I'll write one up soon and send it to you. Super excited! ]

[ When Mitsuri came to, a sharp pounding headache greeted her. One that furrowed deep between her eyes, like a chisel splitting her in two. She groaned, or tried too, but her throat was dry, like she'd been eating sand for the past few hours. Instead she hacked up a wretched cough, which seemed to kick start the rest of her senses.

First, was the cold wooden floor pressing into her bare back. So, she must be on the floor... why? Mitsuri had no idea, because the world was still whirling and swimming. She opened her eyes, but the room was pitch black any way.

Mitsuri shifted on the ground, but she rolled over something sticky and wet, and stopped. A rancid stale odour snapped Mitsuri out of her daze. She scrambled up onto her knees, holding her mouth, and gagged. Trying to search for the source, her hands fell on bits of fabric. She could just make out shreds of clothes covered in sticky rotten...

Blood?

Mitsuri looked down at her body, covered not in clothes but blood... her blood?

She looked up, the darkness having now receded into dim shadows. The walls were covered in small scratch marks that tore apart the wallpaper and drywall. She glanced beside her to a bed, which... was no longer, because it was ripped open and covered in blood.

D-Did she do this?

Mitsuri sat, shocked, on the floor. But her head snapped to the bolt-locked door when she felt a familiar... aura? Whatever it was, their presence settled on Mitsuri like a warm blanket. And they smelt way better than she currently did. Her mouth started to ache in response. ]

H-Hello? Please help me... [ Mitsuri grated out. ]

(( Mitsuri was almost killed by another vampire before Lenore got to her, and has just now come out of her turning process, which was... quite messy and chaotic haha. Let me know if you like it! Feel free to change anything! ))

( Fledgling. Happy to assume her regenerative blood has some extra weird shit for vampires, idk. Kinda thinking this would be a very dramatic and traumatic thing for her and would wanna play it that way. )

would love a marcus. for cross canon au, matthew doesn't just turn people on whims. he's too afraid he'll pass down his blood rage. it has to be a special case.

[ Kind of enamored with the idea of her being a tender-hearted fledgling who has to temper the battle between bloodlust and her innate innocence in order to survive.]

[ Elder vampire who rides off her appearance as a teenage girl to lower defenses and do the most heinous of shit. Zero morals. Awful master, wouldn't recommend.

It would be HILARIOUS for her to be the maker of fledgling who's (physically) older than her. ]

[open to either role, but leaning more towards fledgling. She wouldn’t be happy about the situation, but learn to live with it. ]

[open to either role. ]

[either role, willing to discuss ideas.]

[ They had been together for a few months now, stealing time with each other as it was possible to do so; however much like with all good things it was hard to resist the pull of gravity to each other and Quentin found himself impossibly in love but along with that love was fear because his secret loomed over him, over them.

Surely Eliot should've suspected by now, with those sweet bruises against neck from where Quentin had sipped from, actually there were quite a few ongoing bruises scattered here or there.

Also there was the curfews, so strict as to be unreasonable at times. And Quentin knew that he'd faltered a few times, made it back to the estate with minutes to spare; perhaps it was because he could not stand to be so far away from Eliot and each minute it became harder and harder to part between them. He had to tell him, he had to tell Eliot and let his lover make that decision on if he would stay or if he would go.

Mr. Chatwin had found out about them in addition and there was that sword that hung over him; hung over him because he feared the other man using Eliot against him, perhaps siring him or other such things; so many possibilities that hung over them and all of them were a bit terrifying to Quentin.

It was that Quentin made his way to Eliot's apartment in the artsy district of New York City, where all of the painters, musicians and models lived; resolved that tonight.. tonight he would tell Eliot and then allow the other man his decisions to make, and a heart to potentially break ]

[ Eliot wasn't quite sure what he was suspecting, but it was after their first night together that he found his neck painted red and purple and blue that he wondered exactly what sort of proclivities Quentin possessed. He couldn't think much on it because, well, he didn't have that large of an imagination and he liked Quentin enough to look past it. Not to mention how good it felt when they were together, physically and otherwise. They just fit together. Eliot wanted him.

Eliot's apartment was an eclectically shabby mix of things, artistic and strange to most. Old and new. He was currently half dressed in his comfortable clothes, smoking a cigarette when he heard the familiar greeting of his lover.

Eliot sprung to action, hurrying to welcome Quentin inside his abode. The strange, frantic look behind his lovers eyes did not go unnoticed, but he tried not to focus on it too much as Eliot was happy to see him, nonetheless. ]

Hello, my doll. [ Eliot cooed his greeting, wrapping Quentin in his arms so he could pull him in for a deep kiss. ]

[ Over the past months, it was likely that Eliot had seen Quentin's melancholy moods and held him through them as if they were mini-storms, but Quentin's head had made much of possibilities and as he was drawn into Eliot's arms, he succumbed to the depths of the kiss while his fingers tangled in the curls, the warmth of those arms that were like a furnace but which he craved.

The only alternative was the coldness that was his very presence and being.

Gods, he couldn't imagine the alternative even though he'd been cold before Eliot. He pressed their foreheads together while he clung to the other man and was there a faint tremble to that form? Of course there was because the worry had become too much for him to internalize within himself.

How long would be be Eliot's doll for, when he found out? Was the question gnawing on his mind-- now that Martin knew, now that Eliot had a mark on his back-- could be used as an example of disobedience, of anything really. ]

Good evening, my candle in the dark...

[ Eliot never waivered when the gloom arrived to cover Quentin and he was happy to be there with him to weather the storm. He didn't ask too much, rather stood by his lovers side and tried to chase away his blues with kisses and attention and love. So much love that Eliot sometimes felt like he needed to run from it. Still, he asked Quentin to stop running from him, Eliot did the same.

This night was a bit different. He could feel the shakiness in Quentin, could appreciate how he seemed small and scared and melancholy.

Eliot kissed his forehead, hugged his arms around his lover, and kept him close to his chest. ]

What's wrong, my darling? You seem out of sorts. [ his words were sweet, but Eliot felt his uneasiness. ] want to come to bed? I'll hold you.

[ If Eliot had run, Quentin would never have blamed him. Hurt yes, but that was a far different beast than blame, and with much different motivations. He was drawn into those arms and once again did he tuck his head against the crook of the neck, his nose pressed against the pulse as if he could scent that thrumming life essence that made Eliot the living breathing man that he loved. ]

Eliot Waugh, I have to tell you something and I would rather not be in bed with you when I tell you; I.. if you still want that for us afterwards, I will go willingly.

[ The voice of the shorter man was quiet and yet still for all of it's quietude, there was a quiet angst within it. It was time, Eliot deserved to know what a monster he was, deserved to know.. and if it pleased Eliot, he would go out and fashion a stake for the other man to push through his heart, if it would make him happy. ]

[ truthfully, the formality of his words made Eliot immediately concerned. And refusing to go to bed with him? It must be serious. The seriousness showed in Quentin's face too, so Eliot didn't tease him like he normally would.

He took a step back, both hands holding Quentin's shoulders so he wouldn't shrink away. ]

What is it? [ Eliot wracked his brain for an answer, wondering what kind of trouble might befall his lover. Did he find someone new? Would his boss require him to move far away? Did he grow bored of Eliot's company?

Brows knit in concern, watching Quentin his his lips pressed into a thin line as he waited for his answer. ]

[ There was something dark that hovered over Quentin, and it was nearly visual the way that it clung to him. He stood there with Eliot's own fingers against his shoulder, worrying his lower lip with his teeth, a habit but he had a habit of doing it in such a way that one could not see the way that the incisors pointed; his method of smiling was never truly wide.

What was it. He opened his mouth to speak and then he stepped into those arms, resting his forehead head against the shoulder with Eliot being tall enough that he could feasible do so. ]

There is a reason why I have to leave before the sun comes up, and I have to do so no matter how much I may want to linger with you.

[ He inhaled the scent of cologne. ] Do you believe in the existance of vampires? [ and there was the briefest tensing of Quentin at that question, as if preparing for Eliot to get it with just that; his Eliot was a clever man ]

[ Eliot didn't part from him even as Quentin took the time to gather his courage before speaking. He wouldn't rush him, nor force him in any way.

What he did finally say, however, was unexpected in a way that Eliot couldn't articulate. Eliot was aware of some subsets of his friends and acquaintances that dabbled in the occult and spoke of such thinks like vampires and magic and other things, however he never got involved himself.

It wasn't too far fetched, he thought, that Quentin could be involved in something sketchy. Especially since his boss was rumored to have some strange habits, tendencies, proclivities. He did force Quentin to live a nocturnal existence...

Ultimate, it didn't register at first that Quentin was trying to confess to him. But the more he thought about it, visible on his face, he did remember all of the strange bruises on his neck and chest and thighs when they finally tumbled out of bed together. But it never hurt, he reminded himself. In fact...there was always so much pleasure.

Still, Eliot waited for him to say it. ]

Baby, darling...I do not mind if you are interested in the occult...

Toki Wartooth | Metalocalypse | ota

Shan Witter ♪ OC ♪ OTA

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Lenore | Nevermore (Webtoon)

Mitsuri Kanroji | Demon Slayer

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[ Closed for 'suds' ]

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