Carlisle: Hey this is my family, we live in a glass house. I’m the oldest and a man so I’m in charge. The oldest woman is my wife and she hasn’t spoken in 16 years and we’re not even sure some days whether shes alive or not. My most conservative son will always be in your head and my son least in control of his actions is a confederate soldier. One of my daughters can see the future and also will be aggressively in your space despite your numerous objections and the other one is…pretty I guess? And also angry? Her husband is the prettiest boy, but thats all they have in common. We only eat animal blood, we feel guilty all the time because we’re all pretty sure we’re going to hell….oh! Also everyone younger than me has to go to high school. Once you’re done with high school you just enroll into another one, again and again. Anyway….welcome to my home and welcome to your forever.
Me: fuckin leaves
packs up all my stuff and takes some of Edward music collection.
“You know i really gotta get going. Awesome meeting all of you. you make Italy look great this time of year.”
runs away !
“She is never coming back.” Edward sighes
Me, a brand new vamp: arrives at the gates of volterra
Aro: Hey I’m Aro. I’m the figurehead of the largest vampire coven in the world. On paper our purpose is to uphold laws but actually we just visit other vampires and cause a scene when we hear that they’ve been talking smack about us. I’m 3000 years old, I killed my sister, and I’m secretly/ very obviously in love with Carlisle cullen. My angriest coven-mate can make people feel excruciating pain with her mind and my strongest coven-mate doesn’t have any real power but we’re keeping him around until we can find someone hotter to take his place. The first thing we need to do is get you fitted for a black cloak that we all wear because we love drama and pageantry. Welcome to Volterra, and welcome to your forever.
Y’all can keep at it with that “Romeo and Juliet fell in love in five days how immature” shiz but Macbeth went from no murder to yes murder in like one afternoon and I feel like one of those is a significantly bigger problem than the other
rules: post a few lines of a wip. (this is a tomione/klaroline au and i really have no further explanations as to why this came to be, lol. some context: first meeting between tom and a vervain poisoned hermione, dragged to him by bellatrix as a gift of sort)
Hermione tried to stay still, force her legs not to shake from pain and fatigue, her eyes fixed on the hybrid; logic told her that she should probably avoid challenging him like that, her glare less than subdued, but instinct whispered that she shouldn’t get distracted, should keep the big, bad predator in the room always under watchful eye.
Finally, after a long careful silence, he spoke to her. “You may sit, sweetheart.”
Hermione blinked slowly. “What?”
Voldemort – just thinking his name in the privacy of her mind made her shiver – raised an eyebrow. “Sit. You can barely stand, and I can’t ask you questions if you’re unconscious or dying.”
Seeing as she was still too confused – baffled, really – to do as she was told, he sighed and turned to his Death Eater. “Abraxas, if you please?”
“Sure, Riddle.”
Hermione felt someone coming up to her from behind, then gentle hands began to carefully undo her bindings with only a soft hiss. Once her wrists were free, the Death Eater took her by her elbow and guided her towards an armchair – the same, actually, where Voldemort has sat just earlier – and she watched him as he picked up the ropes from the floor, his face frowning and his mouth twisted in a painful sneer, before he went away, leaving them alone with the door thankfully open. She didn’t know why she thought that would help her, but somehow it did.
“Now.” Her attention immediately snapped back to the hybrid, who hadn’t moved from his previous spot. “I will ask you a few questions, you will be truthful and honest, and I will let you drink some blood to cure those ugly wounds on your wrists. How is that for a deal?”
For some reasons, Hermione thought that challenging the hybrid would be a good idea. So she swallowed, and said: “I doubt I could tell you anything useful. Aren’t you always two steps ahead of everyone?”
His lips curved slowly in a smirk, and she couldn’t help but tremble.
Another trope I forgot to mention that I love are traumatized characters experiencing love for the first time and not knowing how to cope with it. I just eat that shit up
especially when they’re like edgy, scary and mean. that moment where they get a tender hug, or a gentle rub or just someone complimenting them and their entire world view is changed. thats so good. i need more of it
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