Hello I'm Back From The Dark Woods ,today I Am Just Appreciating Tank And Sam !

hello I'm back from the dark woods ,today I am just appreciating Tank and Sam !

Rescue Efforts (A Redactedverse Fic)

Originally written for the incredible, wonderful, amazing @floofdeloop. I love you! Hope you enjoy!

Read Rescue Efforts on AO3 here!

Rating: T; WC: ~4.6K; Characters: Vincent/Lovely

Summary: When Lovely doesn’t return home, Vincent goes to look for them. After he (finally) finds Lovely in the middle of a panic attack in the woods, Vincent offers a new means of rescue that helps Lovely and, to his surprise, himself.

Tags: Early Relationship, Trust, Communication, Panic Attacks, PTSD, Trauma, Discussion of Adam, Discussion of Non-Consensual Trancing, Involuntary Electro-Magic, Consensual Trancing, Therapeutic Trancing, Vincent to the Rescue, Missing Lovely, Strength, Resilience, Romance, Love, Softness, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Vulnerability, Relationship Growth, Healing, Hope, Self-Acceptance, Recovery, Oneshot, Gender-Neutral Lovely

To no one’s surprise, I am continuing my consensual-trances-can-be-used-in-many-helpful-ways agenda. Thanks for reading! Any and all feedback is welcome and cherished.

I have an idea

It is free for grabs if it inspires you

Redacted au , some sort of royal au or maybe even imperium au (idk I never listed to them)

But royal quinn with forced engagement darlin ( quinn wants them so they have no say) and knight or servant (omg he could be a stable boy ) Sam.

Sam and darlin fall for each other or maybe they were already in love before darlin was engaged to quinn.

Any ways I just love forbidden love and jealousy so like just imagining darling sitting next to quinn , wearing a ring , fingers intertwined with quinns.( if you want to make it worse put darlin on quinns lap)

Sam has to see this everyday, he has to watch as darlin is a shell of the person he loves, as they submit to quinn.

But he hold back, untill their alone. He doesn't "claim" darlin as most of these story's go ( thought I wouldn't mind) but he loves them and calls them brave, tells them that no one not even quinn can change who they are, change who he fell in love with.

okay hear me out?

Redacted Royal AU but instead of a royal family the Shaw pack are the knights of like the Solaires

also could make for awesome prince Sam x knight Darlin

The Kings Blood

Chapter one of my Royal Vampiric Redacted AU

I posted " The King Precious" a small piece of this story, this is the beginning of the story. You don't need to read "The King Precious" for this story to make sense but if you'd like to it is linked

This story is about the servants so there are uncomfortable bits of unconceual stuff, I will label the chapters as specifically as I can.

Words: 1.5 k

Characters: William, Quinn, Tank, Vincent, Sam, Porter and Treasure

Tw: Servitude, mention of character death ( non-descriptive), vague threats, Quinn, Unconsensual smelling ( vampires smelling human blood), nonconsensual control ( pushing and pulling a person around) Vampires speaking down about the human race ( sees them as meat and servants.)

They were gathered at the entrance chattering among themselves

The king didn't leave often and when he did he made it a point to update his people on his journey 

Except for this time

Which put everyone on edge

They were all ready for answers from their king

The chattering halted when the grand doors opened 

Revealing a vampire that no one could name

The people began to talk again

Watching and judging the man as he just stood there

The sound of heavy metal hitting the floor rang through the castle 

King William's cane rolled across the floor

The room filled with fearful silence

The man who through the cane spoke

“Perfect.”

Everyone was confused, but too afraid to talk or look away

“ Servants of Dahlia castle. I, Quinn Fox, have killed your king.”

The people stayed quiet but a chill ran through everyone

“ Compared to King William's power, you servants are nothing so I exp-

“ Residents.”

Vincent, the adopted prince of Dahlia, steps out from the crowd.

He moves without fear approaching the vampire

“ They are not servants.”

Vincent is too distracted by his rage to notice the vampire wave for protection, but the crowd stays silent.

Vincent steps closer

“They are the residents of King William.”

Before he can take another step, a knight blocks his way, a sword dangerously close to his chest.

The sword isn't what stops Vincent.

It is the face of the knight

“ Good Porter. Let's be a little faster next time.”

Porter moves forward forcing Vincent back into the crowd.

“ Like I said William is dead, making him no longer king. So I will call my servants what I want.”

“YOUR SERV-”

Porter's sword moves closer, shutting Vincent up

“ I dearly hope the rest of you aren't this idiotic. Yes, MY servants. I killed your king and have come here for the throne. So make way.”

Porter releases his sword and makes his way towards the throne

A few people whisper ‘traitor’ as he makes his way through

He ignores them

Many people notice a frail-looking person following behind their new ruler.

The person is shackled, bites liter their body, and their head stays pointed to the ground.

The people know what this is, it wasn't uncommon for powerful vampires to keep specific humans as constant food.

It made the people uncomfortable because they realized that could be their future

King William was described as strange by many powerful vampires, because of the way he treated humans.

Most vampires saw them as cattle, servants they could feed off and sell.

William saw something else. 

He treated the act of feeding as a trade, humans sacrifice their blood and in return, they would be given extra rest from their other duties, or if they preferred extra resources.

The people began to realize that their luck had run out.

William's killer took a seat on the throne.

He was pleased, his arrogance was palpable

As Quinn sat in the throne his eye scanned through the crowd.

Everyone saw as his pupils blew open and his eyes landed on someone.

“Delicious.”

His grin grew, as the person he spotted looked into his eyes

“Porter, retrieve that one for me.”

Porter took a step before stopping as the person stepped forward their self

“I do not need to be assisted.”

The person boldly strutted up to the throne

Stopping a mear foot away from the new king

“ What is it you want from me.”

Quinn laughed

“ You are quite bold for a human.”

He waited for a reaction from the human, disappointed to only receive an emotionless glare

“Tell me precious, what's your family name?”

“ Why does it matter?”

The room got tenser every time they spoke

“Testing a theory.”

“ I never knew my family.”

“Ohh how sad. Now I'll never know for sure.”

“Know what?”

He ignored their question

“Anyone ever tell you how amazing you smell?”

In retaliation to his avoidance, they stayed quiet.

“Well, you smell divine. Quite literally in fact. You see, some families have blood that is more enticing to certain vampire clans. Cost us vampires a pretty penny. And your blood, my precious.”

He takes their hand, pressing his nose into it as he breathes in the scent of their blood.

“ Was made for me.”

He looks at them, his eyes have turned red. 

He watches as the human still doesn't react.

“ You don't believe me?”

The human doesn't reply

He is starting to like this challenge

“I shall prove it.”

He stands up from the throne

He makes his way to the edge of the crowd.

Investigating the servants closer than before.

When catches a hint of what he is looking for he motions his hands

The people move out of his way. 

He smiles when he locks eyes with the vamp.

He motions for the vampire servants to approach. 

He obeys

“You are a vampire, correct?”

The man replies call a steady.

“Not compared to you sir, but yes.”

“Oh, I can tell.”

The king scuffed at the lower vampire 

“Come”

The two make it out of the crowd and back to the throne, where the person remained

The king took rest in his throne, before instructing the other vampire.

“ Smell their blood, and describe it to me.”

The two servants faced each other.

The vampire's jaw tightened as he looked at his close friend

He hadn't done anything yet but his eyes could only be described as apologetic

“ Word of advice for the future, I am not a patient king, nor am I merciful. So, smell them.”

Sam peered through the corner of his eyes at his new supposed king.

He knew this man was dangerous

He peered back at Vincent

The only one in the castle who understood the torment this brought Sam.

Sam respected and cared for this person too much to act without permission.

This isn't how he wanted this to go.

Not to mention that he didn't need to get close to describe their scent

He knew it better than he knew his family

It was best to keep that hidden from the king

To Sam, the best choice was to defy the king.

He was ready for the punishment.

Vincent could tell exactly what he was thinking

He cursed him silently, feeling powerless

Then they lifted their hand

Sams's eyes widened

This situation was unique

But he never expected them to play this man's game.

Sam looked into their eyes.

He had never seen that look in their eyes

A little watery

So bright

With fear

With need

Their eyes were the definition of pleading

And he couldn't deny them

So as gently as he could, his hand met theirs

Taking the weight for himself

He stepped closer

He looked into their eyes again

His eyes red

Yet still full of apologies

He held this eye contact as he leaned down to their wrist

Their pulse was strong, almost racing

He noted it as fear as he took a moment to smell for their blood

Instinctively closing his eyes as he took it in

Fresh rain

Pine trees

The smell of a forest path on a dewy morning

The smell makes Sam dream of the world outside of this castle

Outside in the free, empty land that he used to call home.

He rises away from their hand, softly dropping it back to them

His eyes still closed as he takes a deep breath, cleansing his senses.

He opens his eyes

They've returned to dark silver

He gives them a comforting smile before turning to Quinn

“They smell of pine, sir.”

Quinn's smile grows

“ And what do most of the humans you feed off smell like?”

He is taken aback

“I don't feed often sir”

Quinn rolls his eyes

“Well of course, not with your weak blood. Still, answer my question."

Sam felt humiliated in front of his human friends. 

Though he answered

“Meat sir.”

“Exactly, you can return to the crowd.”

Sam wants to risk a look at them but he's smarter than that. 

He returns the crowd

Once he is there and Quinn knows everyone is watching he grabs the servant

The smallest gasp escapes their mouth as he pulls them closer to him by their wrist

They land on his lap

“ You see precious. Most humans smell like meat, then there's some that smell of fruit, those aren't too rare to find, just rare to find unclaimed. Now you…”

He takes a sniff from their collarbone to their ear

“ You smell like a forest. Seems unappetizing to now vampires but it's a true treat. You were made for vampires. Your family is a line of breed humans the vampire desired. Unfortunately, they weren't pleased with that life and many did everything they could to escape, even ending their own lives…but you are here, by some miracle, just for me.”

No one could see

Even if they could they were too busy watching the king

But sams mouth was filling with his blood

His fingernails made gashes in his hand

Holding himself back

Refusing to make this worse 

Vincent noticed as his friend blew hot air from his nose

He was ready to step in himself to stop this from going any further

But someone else had the same idea.

“Sir, are you ready to be shown the rest of the castle?”

Porter announced 

Quinn's eyes brightened ready for more royal pleasures

“Of course.”

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Audio Script - M4A - First Tattoo

I wrote this a while ago and would love to put it out there for audio artist to pick up if they're interested but I'm not really sure how to go about that, so we'll start here! <3

I wrote this M4A but if you want to change any of the pronouns you're of course welcome to.

Please give me credit if you decide to record this script, and a link so I can listen too! And, you know, don't put it behind a paywall. But if you want to pay me to make you your own scripts, you're welcome to contact me. <3 <3

Audio artists be warned, I seem to make a lot of background sound notes. Good luck, brave creators! I believe in your sound magic!

2 voiced characters with no interaction. Second speaker is the main character.

tags: confession of sorts, idiots in love, tattoo shop

First Tattoo

by Domini Moonbeam aka Clover Down

[fade in ambient music, muffled voices, the hum of tattoo machines]

You nervous?

Don’t be! I got this. You’re in good hands.

[paper rustle]

This is a great design. You did this yourself?

No? A friend?

Huh… You know this artwork style looks a lot like—

Yeah. You’re a friend of his? His roommate? He doesn’t usually do work like this unless he’s the one putting down the ink…

Alright. I’m just going to transfer this to tracing paper to put on you. Hang tight for a minute.

[curtain]

[waiting]

[muffled other voice] What the fuck? Who’s using my art?

[curtain thrown back]

[second voice, MC, surprised to see the listener and not some stranger stealing their art] Oh… [relief] Roomie. Shit, I thought someone stole my work… You… Wait…

What the hell are you doing here?

No.

You were going to let that guy tattoo you?

I’m your fucking roommate! We’ve been best friends forever and you finally want to get a tattoo and you went to him?

No, he’s not bad. That’s not the point!

No, it’s really not.

If anyone was going to tattoo you, it should have been me!

[chair sound, sitting down and scooting closer, voice lower]

You didn’t even tell me you wanted to get a tattoo.

A whim? Yeah right. You don’t do anything on a whim.

[paper sound] This isn’t a small tattoo.

What the hell were you going to say when I saw it?

What do you mean I wouldn’t see it?

Your side down over your hip…

Wait! You were going to let that bastard work on your side and hip?

Yes, now he’s a bastard.

Because he was going to have you basically stripped down on his table with his hands all over you and my art… my…

Wait… You were getting my art tattooed on you.

[laughs] So what? Are you joking?

I remember drawing this for you…

Yeah, no, I drew this for your birthday that first year we met, right after I moved in.

I didn’t know it was your birthday, so I just drew you something… You kept this?

That was years ago.

You were really going to get my work tattooed on you?

[listener getting up]

No, hang on. You don’t need to bolt.

And where are you even going? We live together.

[sitting back down]

[smiling] Don’t pout. I can’t believe you were trying to get someone else to tattoo my art on you at my own shop.

[laughs] Yeah, yeah, I did say they were the only good artists in town…

Seriously though, why didn’t you just ask me? You know I would have done it in a heartbeat, right?

Of course, I would! I’ve been dropping hints about tattooing you since we met!

[paper sound] I can draw you something new, if you want. Anything you want.

No?

Why?

Are you…blushing?

No. Okay. Obviously, I’m just seeing things then.

…Special? [paper sounds, looking at it again] It’s special to you…

[pause]

Do you want me to do it then?

Yeah, of course, I mean it.

I mean, if you really don’t want me to…then I can send him back in.

[huffs a laugh] Yeah, the bastard… I would let him do my art if that’s what you really want. But I’d rather do it myself.

Why? Because it’s mine. Because you’re… You.

Okay? [smiling] Okay. Great.

[putting on gloves] Show me where you want it.

Don’t get shy now…

[clothing rustling as listener takes off their shirt]

[sighs]

What? Nothing. Which side did you want it on?

[touching skin] Here? Down… Okay, stand up and push your pants down your hips.

Yeah, there. I need to clean the area first.

[spray. wiping. laughs] Yeah, it’s cold. Hang on.

[paper sounds. peeling the paper off] Okay, the stencil is on.

Take a look in the mirror real quick and make sure you like the placement.

Yeah?

Great. [pats the padded table] On your side, facing me.

[listener getting settled]

You’re going to be okay. Deep breaths.

[fiddling with equipment]

Okay, I’m going to start with the outline. This isn’t going to feel great, but you can take it.

That being said…if you need a break just let me know, okay? No shame in tapping out.

…Why are you blushing?

No reason… okay.

[machine hum]

Don’t move.

[starts working. background sounds and machine sounds for a bit]

What?

Other clients? Oh. No, it’s my day off.

And don’t think I failed to notice how you plotted to come in when I wasn’t here.

Yes, plotted.

Don’t try to change the subject.

I came in because I still had come boring shit to get done after I skipped out early the other night.

[laughs] Yeah, I guess you could say I cut out for a hot date. I was taking you to that movie you had to see on opening night.

Yeah, that shut you up…

Oh, you wouldn’t call that a date?

What the hell would you call it? I picked you up…

Yes, we do live together, that made it easier.

I bought you dinner.

Popcorn counts when the bucket is bigger than your head.

[machine and background sound stretch while speaker thinks and works]

So…why this one?

This sketch. Why did you decide to get this tattooed?

[laughs a little, focused on the work] Yeah, I did say people usually get something meaningful to them.

You…wanted it to be permanent?

[working]

You know I’m permanent, right?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you want the tattoo. I’m fucking thrilled to put my art on you, and I would gladly give you a dozen more, but you know you don’t need it to have something permanent from me, right?

Yeah… People leave. But I’m not going to leave you.

No. You know I don’t say things I don’t mean.

I’m not going anywhere.

[another stretch of machine sounds and background sounds]

Do you mind if I add some freehand or do you want it exactly like the image?

Yeah?

Cool.

You know this is going to take a couple sessions, right?

[laughs] Yeah, some people could sit for the whole thing at once, but you can only sit still for so long.

No, I know you, you only sit this still when you’re scared or flirting…

[realization] And I know you’re not scared of me…

Hm? I’m not saying anything.

But you did hang on to this drawing for three years.

[getting serious] Roomie…

[surprise when listener starts to move] No, seriously, don’t move.

[another pause while the machine hums/background]

[soft spoken] You have no idea what it means to me to put this on you.

Yeah, I’ve done a lot of tattoos, but this is you.

The idea of my work on your skin? Permanently?

That you wanted me permanently with you…

That’s what you’re saying, right?

[happy sigh] Yeah. Yeah, I want that to.

You know, I’d say we need to work on your communication skills but this kind of works for me… Just, you know, don’t ask other people to do the tattooing, next time?

[laughs] No, you’re right, I’m not usually the jealous type but this is different. I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it.

Because.

Because… It’s you.

Now, hold still or I’m going to screw up your first tattoo.