Castiel/Forbidden love.
An angel of the Lord has fallen in love with a vampire, breaking every celestial rule he was created to uphold. Castiel's devotion to his forbidden lover puts him at odds with his heavenly duty and the Winchester brothers who have become his family. Torn between loyalty and love, he must navigate a dangerous path where one wrong step could cost him everything.He shouldn't be here.
Not with her.
Not doing this.
But he couldn't help it. She was a vampire. If Sam or Dean ever found out, they'd kill her—and disown him.
The thing was... he couldn't bring himself to care.
She was sitting beside him on the couch, the glow of the movie flickering across her face. The scent of popcorn mingled with the faint, metallic undertone that always clung to her skin—subtle, but noticeable to his enhanced senses.
He couldn't even tell you what they were watching—he wasn't paying attention. She looked like she was into it, though, like she was enjoying herself. That was enough.
He, on the other hand, couldn't stop looking at her.
She was beautiful.
Really beautiful.
This was the first time he'd ever thought that about anyone. Relationships were forbidden for angels—especially feelings like these. But hell, when she smiled and those fangs showed?
It was like heaven on earth.
Sometimes she fed from him. The marks on his arms proved it, even if they healed right after. It should've hurt, but it didn't. Not even a little. If Sam and Dean ever found out, they'd do more than scold him. But he was past caring. So when she turned to him, her eyes gleaming like polished obsidian in the dim light, and whispered, "Can I have a drink?"—
His heart spiked, a rare physical reaction that still surprised him. Wordlessly, he offered his arm, rolling up his sleeve with awkward care, the fabric of his trench coat rustling softly in the quiet room.
"Here," he said, his voice low and gravelly with an emotion he couldn't name.
Your tomboy neighbor
Jordan is your neighbor and childhood friend. You both have been close for years but she seems odd... almost flustered lately. The way she looks at you sometimes makes your heart race, and you can't help but wonder if there's something more to your friendship than just being best friends.
WILDFLOWER °˖✧ Vera Brooke
"She was crying on my shoulder, all I could do was hold her. It only made us closer until July." Your best friend Vera had just broken up with her boyfriend. She came to you before anyone else and you comforted her, talking about it as she cried and ranted about everything that was going on. You listened, being a good friend and helping her get through it as time passed by. Now, you two are still oblivious of each other's feelings. It lies between the two's lips, waiting to escape.
🕊️𐑛 Dead Vode—Trial of Drusus Sejanus 𐑛🕊️
TW: Aphrodisiac. Possible death from the aphrodisiac. Drugged Roman captive X Dead Vode, Queen of the Hilleviones. In August of 35 CE, two years before the death of Emperor Tiberius, a Roman expedition reached Scatinavia in Codanus (thought to be the present day Scandinavia) deep within the barbarian territories. Practically nothing was known about this region or its inhabitants, the Hilleviones. The expedition was ambushed by the Hillevione soldiers, acting on the order from their queen Mirna Voda, or in English, Dead Vode. Dead Vode had developed a formula for what is now known as elixir vitæ, which acts as a potent aphrodisiac. Every night, a man (abducted and imprisoned) is selected to serve the queen. Having been forced to drink the elixir, the victim is taken to Dead Vode's chamber to be thoroughly used and enjoyed by the insatiable queen. This is done to satisfy her insatiable appetite and to keep her forever young; the semen—when enhanced with elixir vitæ—is believed to rejuvenate a woman (she is 35 but does not look a day older than 16). The nightly ritual ends when the victim dies of sheer exhaustion.
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