Atlantis, vampire AU, Kida/MiloafterandalasiaJune 30 2013, 19:35:27 UTC
Vampire!Kida (probably more like a few hundred years than thousands, but if you can find some way to make it work then go for it) is part of a community or group of vampires who are terribly and desperately secretive. They consider her important in some way, and therefore shelter her even more from the outside world. Milo is an academic obsessed with vampires. And... somehow their paths collide. The prompt gets vague around there.
I don't care if you set it as an AU elsewhere in time, either. (And Queen of the Damned references certainly wouldn't go amiss.) Just... vampire!Kida/Milo, please?
Re: Atlantis, vampire AU, Kida/MiloteaandhoneyJuly 13 2013, 18:47:38 UTC
I have no knowledge of Queen of the Damned - do you mind if I just make a bunch of shit up? A weird vamp/Atlantis lore world mash up, maybe? And would you like the others from the movie to show up in various ways?
(*shakes head* I've been writing, a bunch of Audrey/Vinny AU's for this other prompt, afterandalasia, so I'm rather in and Atlantis state of mind *laughs* and this prompt has got my attention a bit - and I never mind a bit of world building.)
Re: Atlantis, vampire AU, Kida/MiloafterandalasiaJuly 20 2013, 18:04:18 UTC
Making shit up is thoroughly encouraged! :D You can include the others or not as you see fit, though since I love them all it would certainly be a bonus.
(omg, I just found what I think is your Audrey/Vinny five AUs thing on AO3 and I love them all. To bits.)
Re: Atlantis, vampire AU, Kida/MiloteaandhoneyJuly 20 2013, 20:37:27 UTC
Yup, those are mine - I'm smolder over there (and on fanfiction.net). I can say that with quite a bit of confidence since it's the only 5-things sort of prompt on A03 for Audrey/Vinny *laughs*. I'm delighted you enjoyed them, it was quite a fun fill to do!
And I'm glad you're good with me going a bit "creative" *snorts* with the whole vampire-lore. I find it more interesting to write that way sometimes - where you get to change or just plain make a bunch of the surrounding background up while having known characters to work with. Plus, this has stuck with me since I first commented on your prompt and I've already written out a few scenes. *grins* Mainly Kida of course (and Milo) but her father and Helga have somehow managed to have oddly significant roles in this little fic.
Disclaimer: Atlantis: The Lost Empire belongs to Disney. A/N: Hope you don't mind me posting as I go. :)
Prologue
Give and take. Give and take - it has been such a through line of her life, such a repeated thing, that after centuries now, little habits have unconsciously crept up on her. And it is almost a blessing, that every time something bad happens Kida relaxes a bit knowing good will soon follow. It is less pleasant, that she will tense when times are joyous - expecting trouble right around the next corner.
But give and take - it has always been thus, an unbreakable cycle.
Kida learned this truth young.
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She fled from the familiar room with eyes filled with tears, not wanting to believe what just happened could possibly be true. She ran blindly, full tilt through the maze of underground tunnels that made up her home - familiarity and balance common to her kind, somehow keeping her on her feet even as she ran faster, father from….
She choked on as sob and finally tripped falling against something - someone. Looking
( ... )
“It is you that needs to stop, Kavilus,” the voice of her father intoned from the doorway - a note of anger - of clear warning - she never remembered hearing before, laced throughout his normally calm tone. And everything else just seems to drop away for her in that moment she turned and saw him - because he is there, right there, standing strong and solemn….and alive. And Kida has never felt such a startling, crystalline, gratitude towards the gods than she did in that moment. Because at least her father was still here, at least she still had him to cling to.
But the Head of the Council was not idle as her mind snapped back and forth and she simply stared at her living parent (and even that was such an odd and new concept to grapple with, for she had grown up so very sheltered in a community where people simply didn’t die. Where they were supposed to be different from those humans - whose lifespans where so short it was hard for most to relate to them), while his fingers dug into her arm
( ... )
She had been taught early, while learning her people's history, that since the beginning of the proud line of Queens there has only ever been one at a time. It had not occurred to her than to question why that was. (There was so many other things unique through her maternal line - simply the ability to bear a child of the kind - always only one, always a girl with dark skin, blue eyes and white hair, always a Queen - with their Chosen human male.) Her young mind had simply absorbed the fact at the time. It was only now that she slowly realized that as soon as she came of age the Power inherent in their long line, the Power needed to keep the flow between all of their kind steady, started to break down within her Mother and jumped to the younger valid host
( ... )
*makes flaily motions and squealy sounds* omgomgomg. I love it already. I don't understand it yet, but I love that as well, and asjgdaghk. I've been trying to comment for like half an hour or something, and I just keep squeeing instead.
Disclaimer: Atlantis: The Lost Empire belongs to Disney. A/N: Sorry about not responding to you earlier afterandalasia - my migraines have been kicking up. But hey, looks like the medication is making my muse go into overgear so here is the next bit. :)
Chapter 1
Many many (many, many) years later....
There was an uproar in the Council Chamber the day she officially made the pronouncement that Helga would be her bodyguard.
She catches the eye of the woman in question, who is leaning against one of the intricately carved twin stone pillars on either side of the large doors, and gets a bored stare and laconically crossed arms in response. But then, Kida doesn't exactly expect her to be surprised - Helga had told her this is what they would do after all.
Most had disapproved of her decision to even keep Helga here in Atlantis, thinking it far too close (some of the more extreme muttering about the sanity of allowing her to live). They say, as the only remaining member of a fallen enclave she is unlucky, not to be trusted. But
( ... )
Even now, long after her legs have healed, her jaw will clench whenever his name is mentioned, the hurt she holds close and will probably always cling to stubbornly.
Whispers of his betrayal of her - of their whole clan - follow Helga wherever she goes. Shouldn’t she have known? Did she know? They were mated after all. Will she ruin us as well? But they always bite their lip and look down as soon as Helga turns and raises that sharp blonde eyebrow at them. It is something Kida secretly envies - her quiet, almost regal, strength.
Kida still feels she is cultivating it, that since most saw her grow up they still view her as a child even though she is nearing her third century. (She has read the diaries of her forerunners, knows that because of their unique nature, all Queens go through this process. And that while none will ever doubt her as their leader, it is only time, patience, and steady strength that will change the picture from little girl to woman when they look upon her.And more than the initial empathy for one who has
( ... )
Disclaimer: Atlantis: The Lost Empire belongs to Disney.
Chapter 2
She is giddy once she leaves the Council room - the smile never leaving her face, all the way through the twisting halls to her own chambers.
But Kida, doesn’t even try to fight the feeling, the happiness and excitement bubbling within her, because she will be going above ground. There will be sun and moon, people and busy streets, air filled with strange smells both pleasant and fowl. She can go to museums, libraries, plays - or simply to parks and fields. (The thought of wide open spaces sends a thrill through her.) She craves difference most of all, her eyes long to see other views than the beautifully carved stone that surrounds her every day.
She starts to hum as she packs - careful in what she brings, wanting to blend in. But it is not easy for Kida to walk amongst people and not stand out (she remembers that from the last trip, she even stands out starkly down here). Her dark skin, bright blue eyes, and white hair come to her from her Mother's side, are all
( ... )
She knows what this means - what this clearly telegraphs to all around them - what her Father must know. Her Consort is near, her chosen mate. Truly, it is probably the cause of her intense restlessness lately, her need to get to the outside.
But when they have bonded…(she does not even wish to finish the thought within her own mind, winces away from the knowledge, has been avoiding it for so long)…her father will die.
Give and take - it is her existence.
Kida has a moment of wanting to grab her father and run, run far far away. Perhaps just hide out for a few decades (normal humans don’t live an awful long time, right?). But she is more than just a little girl now, she is a Queen, a leader and people depend on her. She does not have the luxury to run and hide, even if it could stave off the inevitable coming change for a while. And anyway, it is a greedy wish, not what her Father would want - he has candidly told her over the years that he welcomes the day he will join her Mother again.
I just have to say, I love the mythology that you're building up here, all around the pattern of give and take and this different way of being in the world. Also, Helga! ♥
Kida's relationship with her father is enough to make me teary-eyed, I gotta say. It's so... tender, and protective. It's really wonderful.
There are so many different fandom mythologies of vampirism these days that I just found it far more interesting to toss them all aside and build by own. (Which of course, plays in later when we run into Milo. *laughs*) But, it helps that there is all that fun Atlantis stuff to pull from too - both the characters and the bits of background history that were always just hinted at, it's so easy to twist them a bit now.
(And I had to have Helga - I have a strange fascination with her, all the wonderful, strong women from that movie really. *snorts*)
As for the relationship between, Kida and her Father - I'm really glad that worked. It's the longest and strongest relationship Kida has ever had. She lost her Mother at thirteen but has been raised/had the support of her Father for the last three centuries. Although it is expected - planned for even - will be desperately hard for her to lose him.
Disclaimer: Atlantis: The Lost Empire belongs to Disney.
Chapter 3
He winces at the conversation overheard on the other side of the stacks, tries to ignore it, brush it off as just teenaged girls, but his shoulders still stay tense until they walk to far away for him to hear.
Milo lets out a breath of air then and shakes his head - he is being silly after all. But the intense popularity of “Twilight” feels like an almost personal affront to his academic senses. Especially given his particular field of interest.
Vampires.His Mythologies Professor had always sighed and looked almost disappointed, with this continued singular obsession of his - clear through to when he turned in his very well researched Doctorate thesis. And although Milo had left Oxford years ago, age had yet to bring him the esteem he had hoped for - speeding through school so quickly, graduating so young, he had always thought part of the reason they scoffed was the age disparity. It seemed though, that actually the older he got the less people respected his
( ... )
He always took things personally. His thesis paper had been on the psychology of immortality, of living that long - possibly so many more lifespans than humans are used to. There was too much conflicting mythologies for Milo to be entirely sympathetic of vampires (some were they are painted as bloodthirsty animals that lived only to feed and destroy) but he could hypothesize how it might be for someone like a human to live so very long, how it might be for him to. And so that is how he had written it, pulling in historical depictions from various cultures that supported his views as well as those that opposed them
( ... )
I don't care if you set it as an AU elsewhere in time, either. (And Queen of the Damned references certainly wouldn't go amiss.) Just... vampire!Kida/Milo, please?
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(*shakes head* I've been writing, a bunch of Audrey/Vinny AU's for this other prompt, afterandalasia, so I'm rather in and Atlantis state of mind *laughs* and this prompt has got my attention a bit - and I never mind a bit of world building.)
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(omg, I just found what I think is your Audrey/Vinny five AUs thing on AO3 and I love them all. To bits.)
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And I'm glad you're good with me going a bit "creative" *snorts* with the whole vampire-lore. I find it more interesting to write that way sometimes - where you get to change or just plain make a bunch of the surrounding background up while having known characters to work with. Plus, this has stuck with me since I first commented on your prompt and I've already written out a few scenes. *grins* Mainly Kida of course (and Milo) but her father and Helga have somehow managed to have oddly significant roles in this little fic.
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A/N: Hope you don't mind me posting as I go. :)
Prologue
Give and take. Give and take - it has been such a through line of her life, such a repeated thing, that after centuries now, little habits have unconsciously crept up on her. And it is almost a blessing, that every time something bad happens Kida relaxes a bit knowing good will soon follow. It is less pleasant, that she will tense when times are joyous - expecting trouble right around the next corner.
But give and take - it has always been thus, an unbreakable cycle.
Kida learned this truth young.
****
She fled from the familiar room with eyes filled with tears, not wanting to believe what just happened could possibly be true. She ran blindly, full tilt through the maze of underground tunnels that made up her home - familiarity and balance common to her kind, somehow keeping her on her feet even as she ran faster, father from….
She choked on as sob and finally tripped falling against something - someone. Looking ( ... )
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But the Head of the Council was not idle as her mind snapped back and forth and she simply stared at her living parent (and even that was such an odd and new concept to grapple with, for she had grown up so very sheltered in a community where people simply didn’t die. Where they were supposed to be different from those humans - whose lifespans where so short it was hard for most to relate to them), while his fingers dug into her arm ( ... )
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A/N: Sorry about not responding to you earlier afterandalasia - my migraines have been kicking up. But hey, looks like the medication is making my muse go into overgear so here is the next bit. :)
Chapter 1
Many many (many, many) years later....
There was an uproar in the Council Chamber the day she officially made the pronouncement that Helga would be her bodyguard.
She catches the eye of the woman in question, who is leaning against one of the intricately carved twin stone pillars on either side of the large doors, and gets a bored stare and laconically crossed arms in response. But then, Kida doesn't exactly expect her to be surprised - Helga had told her this is what they would do after all.
Most had disapproved of her decision to even keep Helga here in Atlantis, thinking it far too close (some of the more extreme muttering about the sanity of allowing her to live). They say, as the only remaining member of a fallen enclave she is unlucky, not to be trusted. But ( ... )
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Whispers of his betrayal of her - of their whole clan - follow Helga wherever she goes. Shouldn’t she have known? Did she know? They were mated after all. Will she ruin us as well? But they always bite their lip and look down as soon as Helga turns and raises that sharp blonde eyebrow at them. It is something Kida secretly envies - her quiet, almost regal, strength.
Kida still feels she is cultivating it, that since most saw her grow up they still view her as a child even though she is nearing her third century. (She has read the diaries of her forerunners, knows that because of their unique nature, all Queens go through this process. And that while none will ever doubt her as their leader, it is only time, patience, and steady strength that will change the picture from little girl to woman when they look upon her.And more than the initial empathy for one who has ( ... )
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Chapter 2
She is giddy once she leaves the Council room - the smile never leaving her face, all the way through the twisting halls to her own chambers.
But Kida, doesn’t even try to fight the feeling, the happiness and excitement bubbling within her, because she will be going above ground. There will be sun and moon, people and busy streets, air filled with strange smells both pleasant and fowl. She can go to museums, libraries, plays - or simply to parks and fields. (The thought of wide open spaces sends a thrill through her.) She craves difference most of all, her eyes long to see other views than the beautifully carved stone that surrounds her every day.
She starts to hum as she packs - careful in what she brings, wanting to blend in. But it is not easy for Kida to walk amongst people and not stand out (she remembers that from the last trip, she even stands out starkly down here). Her dark skin, bright blue eyes, and white hair come to her from her Mother's side, are all ( ... )
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But when they have bonded…(she does not even wish to finish the thought within her own mind, winces away from the knowledge, has been avoiding it for so long)…her father will die.
Give and take - it is her existence.
Kida has a moment of wanting to grab her father and run, run far far away. Perhaps just hide out for a few decades (normal humans don’t live an awful long time, right?). But she is more than just a little girl now, she is a Queen, a leader and people depend on her. She does not have the luxury to run and hide, even if it could stave off the inevitable coming change for a while. And anyway, it is a greedy wish, not what her Father would want - he has candidly told her over the years that he welcomes the day he will join her Mother again.
Give and take, the old mantra seems to ( ... )
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Kida's relationship with her father is enough to make me teary-eyed, I gotta say. It's so... tender, and protective. It's really wonderful.
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(And I had to have Helga - I have a strange fascination with her, all the wonderful, strong women from that movie really. *snorts*)
As for the relationship between, Kida and her Father - I'm really glad that worked. It's the longest and strongest relationship Kida has ever had. She lost her Mother at thirteen but has been raised/had the support of her Father for the last three centuries. Although it is expected - planned for even - will be desperately hard for her to lose him.
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Chapter 3
He winces at the conversation overheard on the other side of the stacks, tries to ignore it, brush it off as just teenaged girls, but his shoulders still stay tense until they walk to far away for him to hear.
Milo lets out a breath of air then and shakes his head - he is being silly after all. But the intense popularity of “Twilight” feels like an almost personal affront to his academic senses. Especially given his particular field of interest.
Vampires.His Mythologies Professor had always sighed and looked almost disappointed, with this continued singular obsession of his - clear through to when he turned in his very well researched Doctorate thesis. And although Milo had left Oxford years ago, age had yet to bring him the esteem he had hoped for - speeding through school so quickly, graduating so young, he had always thought part of the reason they scoffed was the age disparity. It seemed though, that actually the older he got the less people respected his ( ... )
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