♤ All Characters are (21)+
◇ Novella/Adv-Lit
♡ Pairings: MxF
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Muse A has never known a night untouched by him.
It began in her childhood with soft, flickering dreams that felt far too vivid to be imagination. A world bathed in candlelight and gold, where laughter echoed through lavish halls and every night was a different feast. In those dreams, she was not herself--at least not entirely. She wore jewels that weighed heavy at her throat, gowns woven of satin and silk, and a warmth wrapped around her like a lover’s embrace.
It was there she first saw him.
At the start, he was little more than a figure in the periphery; a silhouette lingering at the edge of long banquet tables, a presence felt more than seen. But as the years stretched on and she grew older, he drew closer.
A possessive hand at the small of her back, or a glance held too long across a crowded hall. The ghost of his breath at her ear when no one stood behind her.
The dreams deepened. Twisted as she became further entangled. Bled into waking life.
She began to crave them--crave him. Because in that other world, he looked at her like she was as something sacred as something damned. But alas; not all dreams last.
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Muse B remembers everything. That is his curse.
Once, he had been a king; revered, untouchable, and beloved by his people. His kingdom flourished beneath his rule, and at his side stood his queen: radiant, wise, the only soul who could quiet the storm within him. Their love was not soft--it was consuming, eternal, the kind that carved itself into bone.
And then it was taken.
He left for war and returned not as a man, but as something hollowed out and remade. The hunger came first, violent and insatiable, and then: the change. Three days of agony, of rot and rebirth, until the man he had been was buried and forgotten.
She had tried to save him.
He had killed her for it.
Centuries have passed, and the world has rotted into something unrecognizable. Empires have risen and fallen beneath his shadow. Muse B has become myth, nightmare, predator.
Muse A has learned to live with her dreams. She medicates to stave off his touch, longing to find happiness outside her own mind. Yet when a chance encounter with a man so horribly familiar turns the life she's built for herself upside down, the dreams begin again.
And this time they don't stop.
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Welcome to my post!! 🎉
My name is Peach, and this lovely plot is basically meant to be a more romantic/erotic retelling of Dracula! Muse B is essentially the role of Dracula, and Muse A is the reincarnation of his long dead wife.
There is a lot of flexibility to this plot. I am more than happy to twist and bend details, and the setting could take place anywhere in the world and in any time period! I do mostly imagine it being either modern or victorian, but we could shake things up and write this in whatever time period we like! Cowboys? I'm down. Pirates? Sure, screw it. The world is our oyster.
I am currently looking for someone to write for the role of Muse B! I want all the sad, old vampire bastards. As for Muse A, I have characters pre-made and am willing to also change her character per plot. Their dynamic can be sickeningly sweet, soulmates, horribly toxic, predatory, or worse/better! At the end of the day, their fates are entwined and ours to play with.
DM's are open; please send me a message with writing samples and any ideas you have!
Hope to chat soon! 💗😚