game of thrones vampire au ficathon

[bronson]

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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[gingaginga]

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

[cruelestwarfare]

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]

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]

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

[impossibility]

CERSEI FOR BEST VAMPIRE MOM 2012

[gingaginga]

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