#val-asks

The room was dim and quiet, the faint golden flicker of the bedside candle casting long shadows across the walls. Lavinia had just left, she’d ensured that you were comfortably tucked in, the curtains drawn tight, and everything precisely as it should be. Sleep was essential—Lavinia had been clear about that, especially while your body and instincts adjusted to its new life, there was to be no argument about the sleep schedule she set.

But Dorian had other ideas.

Down the hall, the sound of Lavinia’s steps faded as she descended the staircase, and a grin tugged at Dorian’s lips. He moved silently, his movements smooth as he slipped to your door. With a practiced hand, he eased it open just enough to poke his head through, he startled you with his swiftness -and while if either of the other men in this house had done that, you’d have a heart attack- Dorian’s comforting smile calmed you right back down.

“You still awake?” he whispered, his voice light but brimming with mischief.

You squinted at the light spilling in from behind him, a small smile creeped on you face as you pushed yourself into a sitting position, before giving a small nod.

“Good,” he grinned wider. “I remembered another story I just have to tell you. It can’t wait.”

He slips inside the room, closing the door softly behind him. He moves with the ease of someone who’d had centuries to perfect the art of sneaking, pulling the chair beside her bed closer and settling into it with a casual air.

“You know Lavinia will—” you began, but he waves you off with a quick, dismissive hand.

“Lavinia’s downstairs, probably doing something terribly dull, she’s busy and I’m swift. And Soren…” he smirked. “Well, Soren doesn’t scare me… not much, anyway.”

You gave him a hesitant look, but he leaned closer, his expression conspiratorial. “Relax. It’s just one story. Harmless.”

It’s wasn’t only Dorian’s smile that was contagious his mischievous nature was too -so despite your better judgment the smile creeped back on your face and you shuffled into a comfortable position, ready to hear whatever story he was about to tell. Dorian leaned back, folding one leg over the other, his fingers steepled dramatically.

“All right,” he began in a hushed tone, his voice low and dramatic, “let me tell you about the time I nearly lost my head—literally—thanks to a argumentative nobleman who could admit he was wrong- in Prague- We were visiting for a short while due to business-”

Your eyes widened slightly at that opening line, and he grinned, clearly enjoying the effect. “Now, this was back in the 18th century, mind you,” he continued, gesturing with his hands to illustrate as he spun the tale. “Prague was beautiful then—still is, I suppose. But it had this nasty little habit of attracting… shall we say, complicated people. Or maybe it’s me attracting them…” he shrugged away that thought.

He wove the story like a master storyteller, his voice dropping to a whisper at moments of tension and rising with excitement during the twists and turns. Despite the hushed tone, his gestures were grand, his expressions exaggerated, as though he were performing for a grand audience.

You couldn’t help but be drawn in as Dorian described close calls, daring escapes, and a particularly memorable duel beneath a moonlit bridge.

“And there I was,” he said, leaning forward, his voice barely audible now, “cornered by the river, sword in hand, three of them against me—one of them the duke himself. In that moment I thought, ‘Well, Dorian, this is the end. You’ve had a good run.’ But then—”

The floor boards creaked faintly outside as someone passed the room.

Both of them froze, the story hanging in the air like the candlelight flickering against the walls.

“Dorian…” The you whispered, looking from the door to his face for any semblance of guidance on what to do, nervousness in your voice evident.

“Shh,” he hissed, holding up a hand, and listening intently.

Dark-Yandere!Farmer x GN!Reader

TW - Readers def developing Stockholm Syndrome or something of the sort, nothing else though this fix is sweeter as an apology for the intense one last time about reader being punished. This was meant to be a qick paragraph or two as an answer but I got to deep into lore and this sweet scenario as it’s a side of him we don’t see much. Thanks for the idea glad you’re liking this blog❤️

I’ll proof read later

You’d expressed an interest in his old cameras after he let you rummage through a few boxes he’d stored away. In a box he’s got a old digital camera a Polaroid one and then a really fragile one that’s much older than the rest, you didn’t dare pick it up in fear it would fall adapt just by touch. Then at the bottom of the box, a few images, some developed film some printed. You recognised him in some home images or family portraits, he looked like a happy kid with a cheesy grin sometimes even pictured on this very farm but most of them look to be taken in a small town house.

Maybe then dancing together to old country love songs

I’m loving this idea so much lol, like mentioned before he’d definitely dance with reader and he has a radio or two that he uses regularly. If darling like specific music he’d go out and get a record player or something like that where he can buy specific albums and artists for reader. But he personally has a soft spot for oldies and definitely country music, any that the radio is playing is fine for him to whistle along to as he works or drinks his coffee. Since that last similar ask I’ve thought of more similar scenarios like this and got to add to it. Have this short scenario, thank you for the inspo ❤️

TW: darling definitely has Stockholm syndrome, mentions of being kidnapped, fluff otherwise.

I swear I’ve got another fic in the working (for Farmer yan) and some other HC’s in the works, sorry I’ve been MIA life got a bit busy. Thx for the asks❤️

🚨 Family trauma dump 🚨 -lets give this man some depth and explanation for why he’s the way he is

His father died at a pretty young age making him prematurely inherit the farm, he had help from his fathers close friend for a while but him being a troubled young adult with strong opinions, they bumped heads a lot so he basically threw him and then the rest of the workers off the farm to downsize and work alone instead. His mother died soon after, and had no other immediate family. He has distant family about and some probably in the town nearest to his farm but he nor they make and effort to reach out because both sides know he’s beyond help and is best if he’s alone.

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He was a bit bugged when his father died (he didn’t like his father) due to the huge responsibility of the farm. But when his mother died, it was devastating for him, her being his only real emotional connection. See, despite having a picturesque early childhood and described as a sweet and well-mannered boy taking after his sweet mother, he was quickly put to work on the farm while still a child; his father justifying it as a way to toughen him up and make him a man. The jobs only got more gruelling as he grew, physically but also far too emotionally heavy for a young boy (like slaughtering animals)’. He eventually gave in and was quite a anti-social teenager being worked to the bone.

He didn’t attend school therefore had no friends and not socialised. Instead his mother would homeschool him and try save him from his chores for a bit of time to play, many times did his mother argue with his father about how hard he was being on her child. It seemed that she was the only one on his side, the only one he could trust and would frequently travel into town to visit her (he was a devoted mommas boy). So when she died it was the straw that broke the camels back.

Coming out in a few hours hopefully!

But while I finish it up, I thought it might be cool to introduce you guys to the Beaumont family, I'll put out a character profile for them after part 2, but I want to introduce them briefly now :)

Soren - His name is straight up to mean strict or stern, very fitting for his character. He can be quite authoritarian but in all actually Lavinia has him wrapped around her finger, he adores her, and can be a pushover for her despite seeming to be so unmovable.

Appears to be in his 40s, but he is actually from Ancient Greece, making him around 2,500 years old. An appreciation for knowledge and philosophy as he was born in a time of lots of great intellectuals. He is literally ancient and lived many of those years alone which has hardened him.

Lavinia - The matriarch of the family, nurturing heart, often balancing Soren’s sternness. Lavinia is actually a Latin name meaning 'Legendary Mother of the Roman People' I like the hidden meaning- that, in a way, Lavinia’s unfulfilled instinct to nurture and embrace motherhood is almost like destiny.

Appearsto be in her mid-30s, but it Is actually about 1,200 years old, putting her in the early medieval times.

Lucien - The older of the two sons and the colder. He takes after his father since he respects him most because of Soren's experiences and knowledge (he strives to emulate him in every way, including mannerisms). He's managed to hold onto his traditionalist beliefs despite the world around him constantly changing. His expression of love is more reserved, often shown through unwavering loyalty and deep respect rather than open affection.

He looks to be about 25, was turned pretty close after Lavinia -around the dark ages. About 1000 years old

Dorian - The younger of the two sons, and the kinder. He adapted very fast and even as a vampire he is very progressive and open-minded. Time still seems to have yet to make him bitter like his father and brother.

“Tucker! Where are you boy?!” You heard him call, you and Tucker sitting out of sight from the farmer on the back porch of the house. The Great Pyrenees had wandered over to you while you read a book listening to music on the radio, you put down the book to show the dog some love. And you couldn’t resist taking the sun hat off and putting it on the dog, giggling a bit as he sat there patiently wagging his tail but now with a snazzy hat on.

You couldn’t resist messing with the dogs now and then, it started when you put one of the dogs in a coat during a snowy day since he was a bit older and smaller than the other dogs but you found it so funny that you continued doing it, with boots - sunglasses -bows etc. Usually you could quickly take it off before the farmer saw. But the Great Pyrenees called Tucker took off before you could snatch the hat back. You watched him round the corner out of sight, helpless.

He watched the dog run up to him with a sun hat and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, why would you give the hat to the dog? “What are they doing to you boy?” He feigned pity as he took the hat off the dogs head before carrying on with work. He wandered to the back porch with the hat in hand a few minutes later “here to return a hat” he called out waving it in the air for emphasis as he got closer “dogs don’t need sun hats, in case you didn’t know” he mentioned as he placed it back on your head “you, however, do”

“I know, I just found it funny, I didn’t know he was working” you replied sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. He hummed in acknowledgment “Dress up the retired dogs if you must, the other dogs gotta earn their keep, don’t be distracting them” there was no irritation his his voice maybe even a bit of amusement.

(He wouldn’t be angry the first few times you’re caught dressing up the working dogs, in fact he finds it cute that darling is getting along so well with the dogs. But if you keep distracting the dogs during work hours he would be a bit irritated about it -but not enough to loose his temper just enough to tell you off)

I’ve been developing my platonic vampire lore and plan to share more soon, but feel free to ask specific questions in the meantime.

So readers mentioned being adolescent transitioning to young adult -15ish to maybe 20, totally up to interpretation (bc her exact age doesn't really change the story much). I usually imagine her as an older teenager, youthful but for the most part physically mature. If you picture her younger, her being "forever young" won't be a focus in my stories -well not like it is in 'interview with a vampire'.

While yes technically she’s frozen at the age she’s turned and won’t grow in the traditional sense, over time, the girl will just present more mature. Though youthful still, time and knowledge would give that illusion of her looking older than that age she was turned. Just by the way she holds herself, her eyes, presents herself and having a more vampiric look that changes her features a bit too. She might go from naive young teenager looking to looking like a well rounded young adult in as short of time as a few decades.

Story impact?-

My vampires are different creatures from humans, with instincts and brain chemistry that change after turning. They don’t reproduce traditionally, so romantic love doesn't exist how we think of it. Instead, their bonds are built on choice and shared purpose. Lavinia and Soren’s partnership is unusual—a deep understanding that requires effort, not romance (I'll get to their stories at some point). And most vampire families don’t mirror human ones; some have one head, others have multiple, and some function as close-knit groups.

Vampires are family-focused/ platonic love, so the girl doesn’t feel a need to mature physically to meet human expectations. Their instincts no longer factor in human goals—ideas like seeking a lover or stressing over appearances don’t cross her mind.

I do however think the girl could become angry or self conscious over people degrading (intentional or not) her bc her physical age be humans or even other vampires treating her like a child. But these would be brief moments few and far since she’s not involved with humans much and vampires tend not to focus on appearance as before mentioned.

I will say turning a kid (not a teenager/under 13) is forbidden. Younger people are rarely turned since fledglings are usually chosen for practical traits like intelligence or strength. But it's up to preference as some choose personality first, but most choose potential first, including the Beaumonts, which might come as a surprise when houses hear about the Beaumont's choosing a girl for personality.

Basically: Lavinia, would have never subjected someone she cares for to such a fate.