Comments | bronson: game of thrones vampire au ficathon

bronson

game of thrones vampire au ficathon

Jul 16, 2012 00:27

game of thrones
vampire au ficathon
a ficathon. for game of thrones. but they're vampires. plot twist!
anything goes.
except sparkly vampires, because that's not cool.
yay have fun.

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suchacharmer July 17 2012, 18:01:13 UTC

Renly/Loras - Regency vamps - the sun may have set for us, but the candle still burns bright

gingaginga July 17 2012, 18:01:49 UTC

origin stories, everyone

go

bronson July 17 2012, 18:02:40 UTC

BUT THAT'S CHEATING

gingaginga July 17 2012, 18:04:21 UTC

NO YOU CAN PUT YOUR HEADCANON ONES HERE and then prompt specific ones elsewhere ok be quiet bronson

gingaginga July 18 2012, 18:25:45 UTC

There's a bullet in his chest. He can feel it when he takes a breath, hard and cold beneath his ribs, a resistance against every pull of his lungs. It's getting harder to fill them. There's a thick wetness rising in his throat that he's not strong enough to cough loose. He wonders if any of the others in the basement are still alive. It's too dark to make out anything but shapes, formless shadows slumped across the ground. None of them had expected the guns.

He takes a breath and it rattles in his lungs. Beside his head, something crunches. "The boy is still alive," a man says. Now, Viserys thinks, they'll pull out another gun and finish it. I'm going to die. He's too weak to feel terror. He only has strength enough for dismay, and beneath that, relief. It's so hard to breathe with the bullet there, and he can't feel his legs.

"The girl too," says another voice, across the room. Girl? Viserys wonders. His mouth opens to bite down on the D of his sister's name, but it gets caught in his throat, and for a dizzying ( ... )

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suchacharmer July 17 2012, 18:02:31 UTC

Renly and Cersei fuck shit up and look really fucking great doing it...

bronson July 17 2012, 18:04:30 UTC

robb/theon + ramsay/theon - theon wants to be a vampire and approaches the only vampire he knows. robb is not too keen on the idea. theon stumbles into another who can do the deed. when robb sees theon again, everything's changed.

mockyrfears July 17 2012, 18:08:42 UTC

cunt

bronson July 17 2012, 18:09:29 UTC

bigger cunt

the_stark_words July 18 2012, 07:42:51 UTC

They're in a cold room full of pretty things that he is far too scared to touch, full of finer things than he had ever seen in his father's house, or even when he was a ward at Winterfell. They are dusted, though, with grit, so that when he looks too long at any of the chairs of candelabras or even the fine fur mat before the fire, they seem dingy and too old and all wrong. Theon looks down at the stones beneath his knees, rigid and rough. Outside, it has begun to rain; a fierce, Northern rain that reveals itself to be mostly ice with each drop that pelts the window ( ... )

gingaginga July 17 2012, 18:05:18 UTC

cersei owns a nightclub, "maybe it's because i wear too much pink"

cruelestwarfare July 18 2012, 05:29:22 UTC

Whether breathing or not, men will be men. They can feed on salad, or raw steak, but still the sight of a woman will always be enough to make the blood in their veins boil. Vampires were cold-blooded killers, but they were no different, as she had learnt in her seven-hundred years of existence: a cunt is still a cunt, and some vampires craved it more than blood. That was why she had opened the club; the incomes were glorious. 'Bloodline' counted over three hundred regular undeads, plus the random strangers that came all the way from the West coast to find out what the fuzz was all about. The blood-sucking community was not good at keeping its mouth shut: not in any possible meaning of the expression. Humans had no idea what happened just under their noses; they walked into 'Bloodline' thinking it an ordinary strip-club, but little did they know what happened behind the small red door. A few asked: that was when she offered to escort them in. They were blinded by the blonde hair, the pink lipstick and the tight corsets. She let them ( ... )

cruelestwarfare July 18 2012, 05:29:52 UTC

She hisses at him, and her fangs retreats; she pushes herself off the limp body, and really hopes he's just passed out, because she hates it when they die on her after just one feeding: it's like a man going limp inside her mid-fuck. "You know you like it," she says, approaching the newcomer. He grabs her and presses his body flush against hers, kissing her ferociously, feeding on the stranger's blood that was still on her tongue, on her teeth, caressing every inch of her mouth with his tongue. She pulls back with a smirk. "Get your own," she teases, pulling up the corset that had slid dangerously low, covering all it was supposed to cover. "What is it? You know why I close the door, Jaime ( ... )

cruelestwarfare July 18 2012, 05:30:20 UTC

With her hands on her hips she stalks across the room, and when the small red door comes into view she smiles; her strides get longer and quicker, until she's there, and the tall, black man sees her and nods at her. Cersei nods back and stands at his sides, looking to the smug-looking boy standing there with his arms crossed. He wears a leather jacket and has dak circles under his eyes. She notices immediately the credit card he seems to be holding just for show, as a warranty that his promises were not made out of thin air. A young, rich boy who snorted too much coke: typical. She listens as he goes on and on about his trust fund, which he has recently inherited because of his parents' death. Her eyes light up at that, because it's always better to choose people with no family that will go looking for them. He is a little shit, and she doesn't feel sorry when she takes his credit card and slides it in her corset with the promise to give it back on his way out ( ... )

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