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offer me that deathless death // oh good god, let me give you my life

materialki: @iri-lynx (link to art!) @sunshinesartisticquirk (link to art!)

summary:

"A human for Heir." Per Haskell remarks, "Somewhere, generations of Chalice Leaders are seething. It is customary, you must know, for the Heirs to be vampires"

Here is the thing - he is wrong. When Kaz smiles, it is all teeth, and there is nothing human in it. Kazimir Rietveld, the human, is dead. In his place stands Kaz Brekker, who was borne of ugly loathing and monstrous hatred, who is anything but human.

a/n: hello this vamp!au has been rolling about in my brain for a while now and im so glad that i was finally able to bring it (partially) to life. this first part is more kaz (and jordie) centric but i'll definitely be adding a second part (and more?) that is more in-line with the soc cast! also huge thanks to @grishaversebigbang for organising this minibang and helping me meet such talented artists!

ao3 link:

au where march and olric are vampires but instead of blood olric gets the iron he needs from eating rocks

im working up a multi chapter vampire march au in my head but something else that has been floating around up here is an fic where farmer has a one night stand/a fling with olric just to make march jealous and it 100% works what do we think team

a poll before bed goodnight

hi moots i'm looking for someone who won't mind me rambling/planning/bouncing ideas off for my vampire march au fic 👁️

— wip wednesday!

@eupheme thank you for tagging me!! this finally gave me the motivation to actually WRITE something for my vamp!march au instead of just planning or having concepts of a plan

so, this is a snippet from the first scene of the fic!! (i don't have a name for the fic yet- something about fangs and iron- silver fangs, iron heart? suggestions welcome)

The fog had cast a weary haze upon the town that day you arrived in Mistria. The land squelched with the trappings of spring rain beneath your boots, well-worn from your journey here—and many others before it. You had imagined the gentle kiss of sun on your face would welcome you to the sleepy town and your new life. But the skies were fickle as the fates that pulled you here.

The raven-haired merchant, Balor he had told you—helped you to cross the river into town. The bridge had been damaged in the earthquake. You could have easily crossed without his help, but you didn’t need to show off. All you needed was a good first impression. To start your retirement off strong. As you took his offered hand and your feet nimbly found the rocks below, all you saw in the ruined bridge was a job that needed to be done. That drive is what had made you such an efficient adventurer. That drive had slowly worn you out.

tags: literally anybody! please show me what you're writing! especially if it is about logan or march ;)

dividers from @saradika-graphics ♡

Hiii just came across your vampire!march au/fic idea! Could you tell us any more about it?

omg thank you so much for asking!! ♡

i'm still in the early stages of writing, so everything is subject to change! here is some info about the characters/settings that i have bouncing around my brain as i write! i'm also working on character moodboards that i'll probably post at some point

and i'm heavily leaning towards proper enemies to lovers for this story *rubs hands together evilly*

fields of mistria march x farmer vampire!au headcanons below the cut! (sfw)

march

✧ older than he looks, but not old old. he is still a relatively young vampire. turned in his 20s, now in his 40s or 50s.

✧ olric is his biological brother and they were turned around the same time.

✧ they've lived in mistria for 7 years or so. their condition is secret. the villagers haven't really noticed that they don't age much- with the effects of potions/magic, it is not terribly uncommon for aging to be slowed somewhat (kind of like plastic surgery in today's world)

✧ march struggles with vampirism more than olric. when he was first turned, march struggled especially with self-control.

✧ he hasn't fed on a human in more than a decade. he feeds on animals. the other villagers believe he is a hobbyist hunter, he'll bring back animals to the shop to process.

✧ he uses the leather or antlers in some of his projects, but he is a blacksmith first. he stores the blood for use over the week or so between hunts.

✧ his greatest desire is for his existence to mean something. his greatest fear is that he is nothing more than a monster.

farmer

✧ f!farmer (planning on 2nd person pov but i am still on the fence)

✧ "retired" adventurer, familiar with hunting monsters

✧ suspicious of and unfortunately attracted to the grumpy blacksmith

✧ pathological need to help others sometimes at your own expense

✧ moving to a derelict farm and rebuilding a partially destroyed town is your idea of a "relaxing retirement"

olric

✧ olric literally 100% eats rocks idk what to say

✧ he's kind of a himbo because the iron in the rocks isn't exactly enough to like... meet all of his nutritional needs. but he's happy. so it's fine.

✧ happy rock muncher olric lives in my head rent free i'm so serious

thank you @saradika-graphics for the dividers ♡

i also went back and tagged everything i've posted so far about this wip under #vamp au

Velvet Burgundy 1 | KTH

Taehyung isn’t like your other clients. He is calm, considerate, caring—gentle even. Not once has he taken more from you than what you were willing to give. For that, he has earned your trust and maybe even your heart. It doesn’t matter though. Even if you could be his, he could never be yours.

Masterpost ›› AU: Supernatural ›› Genre: Smut / Angst / minor Violence ›› Rating: NC-17 (explicit sexual content, 18+) ›› Pairing: KTH x Reader, minor JHS x Reader, minor MYG x Reader, M x M pairing ›› Word Count: 3.2k Warnings Include: Very thick sexual tension, romantic angst, slight objectification of humans, mention of blood, toxic work environment, smoking but it’s not tobacco. Sexual content: very heavy petting, nipples, boners, biting. A/N: Hi loves!! Happy halloween!! This is a re-release of one of my old drabbles I wrote two years ago. It will be turned into a series! The teaser didn’t get as much interaction as I had hoped, but I hope that you guys will still like the story! Please let me know your opinion, any theories or just keysmashes are much loved. 

The scent that swirls around the room is familiar. Soft and floral, yet a hint of spice hits when you inhale deeper. Chest heaving, your loose sweater falls off one shoulder. It bares your skin to the light, coating it in a red hue like everything else around you. Your eyes follow the shape of the velvet couch that lines the wall, the lighting makes the purple fabric seem almost black. 

He sits there. His head thrown back, hair dishevelled and parted away from his face. Gorgeous raven locks wet with what must be the rain that has been pouring down all throughout the day. The lines of his throat are completely exposed, tan skin bare and taut, veins standing out clear even in this lighting. 

Even though he doesn’t acknowledge your presence, you are painfully aware that he knows you’re standing there. Admiring him like he’s a piece of fine art. Smoke pools from his mouth as he exhales, cigarette dangling between two slender digits. That explains the smell, the slight burn of pepper and cayenne. It’s always present on his skin, between his fingers, in his mouth. 

Even from this distance you can see the way his long eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones. How his chest rises with a deep inhale, and falls with a heavy—almost shaky—exhale. “I missed you,” he whispers, voice raspy with smoke and need. Need for you. 

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