Sick of the classic image of beautiful human women being carried in the arms of scary monsters. I want more scary monsters being carried in the arms of beautiful human women.
Like come on… we’ve had more than a century of sea monsters and giant gorillas and bulky robots carrying the satin-draped bodies of swooning human women off across alien landscapes. Please. It’s time for satin-draped human women to carry the swooning bodies of sea monsters and bulky robots off into the sunset.
werewolves stink like wet dog and shed all over your furniture and are probably really really needy around a full moon and wake u up all the time with questions about morality but on the other hand vampires are like “øh hëllö thêrę vøuld yoü lïke to help me örganise mai evening vear closët for the third time this veëk :)” so really you cant win
Summary: He would steal you before the first light at dawn, but the night was still young.
a/n: surprisingly not alucard from castlevania, but i’d like to write fifty million things with adrian dancing/teaching mc to dance lbr. also, l-like… i guess maybe this could be, like, “dracula” timeline? i don’t know, fight me.
By the time your third masquerade came around, you had become entirely disenchanted by them and the boorish behavior accompanying a night of drinking. But, being as you were hired help; tethered to this family by contract and from the surrender of your own to save their necks, you were not to complain.
Despite the ache in your chest from the garments cinching your body, the pain that felt like it was echoing through your bones as you walked, and your cramping wrist from being flexed at such an angle for so long–you mustered a pleasant smile. The silver platter you carried garnered the attention of many cackling folks; most already intoxicated to high heaven and stumbling over one another, others wordlessly shot their arms in front of your face for a glass to impress their partners.
The delicate glass seemed to match your strides as you walked through the bustling ballroom, clinking and sloshing the pale liquid inside. Men swung their partners across the polished floor to the passionate waltz from the orchestra atop the stage, the ladies’ voluptuous skirts came close to tipping you and your tray on more than one occasion.
You just wanted to get out of these clothes and get to bed. And yet, the night was still young and the party would continue until dawn for some.
“I wonder what it would be like to be them for once, just a night.” You managed in a single, exasperated breath that was smothered by the music and joviality. “For once in my life, I’d like to be the one on the receiving end.”
TheOriginalGodsGirlRachel 