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Whumptober 12- Starvation/cannibalism

CW: Cannibalism, blood, some gore, death, immortal whumpee. (This follows my immortal whumpee Marlowe, their masterllist is here.)

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They had already been trapped for two days. These tunnels and caves that they were lost in seemed to extend for miles, and no matter how far they backtracked or circled around, it seemed to just take them deeper and deeper into the depths of the unknown.

Their food ran out on day 5. They had started rationing it but, it was bound to run dry eventually. Marlowe already felt themselves starting to decay- they’d give parts of their rations to the others. None of them knew what to do when there was no more water. They collected what little they could that dripped from the ceilings and walls. By day 7 Marlowe was starting to feel they’d be the only one to make it out of here alive. 

They were in pitch darkness by day 9. What little they could burn for light they did. There were barely any clothes on their backs. The few plants that survived in those caverns were hard to come by, but when they did they would chew on the softer leaves and burn the bark for light and warmth. There was the occasional bat, mice, or other creature in the caves, but it was never enough food for all of them.

Marlowe wasn’t surprised when they were the chosen unlucky one on day 13. The party didn’t kill Lo right away. Lo didn’t think any of them had the guts to. But they were desperate enough to hold Lo down while another sawed off one of their arms with a pocketknife. Marlowe’s screams rang so loud throughout the empty caverns that they had to cover their mouth, holding them down as the rest of them plugged their ears and looked away. 

The arm lasted everyone a few more days shared amongst them all. Well, not Lo of course. They were starving, but even an immortal had their limits. Lo would survive off of the plants and the few rats and vermin they found, and everyone else would survive on Marlowe. 

They came for the other arm on day 19. The first one they had eaten had started growing back- a slow, terrible process that would go much faster if Lo was fed, healthy, and rested. Lo was too tired to scream when they were held down the second time- instead, ragged, gasping breaths of pain spilled from their lips.

Nobody had wanted to carry Lo, so it was only in a fit of desperation that the group finally came for a leg on day 27. The knife started cutting in below the knee, but Lo could see in the darkness that the ragged looks on their faces of starvation, and the fearful desperation behind their eyes meant that they were bound to take more. Afterwards Marlowe lay in a pile of painful deliriousness- fading in and out of consciousness, and life itself. They barely made out words from the whispered conversations of the others as they lay on the cold damp ground. 

Easier to carry in pieces-

Keep it fresh, it’ll regrow-

-how is it still alive?-

It was day- Marlowe couldn’t recall how long it had been. They continuously were in and out of delirium, their body being passed from person to person as everyone continued making their way through the endless caverns. Lo was exhausted- their body now trying to regrow all four of their limbs- fading into death moments at a time just to be pulled back long enough to grow a little bit more. 

Yet as their limbs grew, trying to regenerate and heal from it’s wounds, more would be taken. What little pieces they could hack away they would, leaving Marlowe nothing more than a starving, bloody, lifeless mess. 

When the party finally emerged from the caverns into harsh sunlight, no one could believe it. The comfort and the cold of the caves was nearly more familiar at this point than the warmth and sunshine they had once knew. 

The group was finally able to put what had passed behind them, leaving nothing more than a bloody, limbless corpse behind.

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Whumptober 11- "Leave no trace behind like you don't even exist"

CW: Intimate/possessive whumper, restraints, manhandling, suicide

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"You don't know?" He taunted, hands folded behind his back, a smirk over his face. "You really don't know why they haven't come for you?"

"They- I- I don't know-" He choked out with a sob. "I thought they would've-"

"Would've what?" He smirked, bending over to grip his captive by the chin where he was kneeling on the ground. "Would've come swooping in to rescue you?" He leaned in closer, seeing the tears swell in his eyes. "I hate to break it to you, they're not coming. Do you know why?"

His captive shook his head, pulling again once more at the bonds behind his back that he had grown so familiar with. 

"To them- you're dead."

"No I- they- they still care about me. They're still looking." 

"You're not listening, they really, and truly believe that you are dead."

He sniffled, pulling away. "You're- you're lying-"

"Darling, it's been months. You were always dead from the beginning. From the moment I brought you here, dragged you away from them, and held you here- you were dead. They didn't even start looking in the first place." He knelt down in front of them, tilting up his chin with a finger.

"They think you killed  yourself."

Silence filled the air for a moment until his captive broke into sobs- his voice catching in his throat.

"No- no they- they wouldn't, I- I'd never, I-"

"Oh I wrote a very convincing letter. I made you disappear without a trace, like you never even existed in the first place. They didn't even bother to search for a body. After all, it's impossible to find anything in that water under the bridge you jumped from."

His captive tipped forward, hands still bound behind his back, curling in on himself in sobs. 

"Why would you- why would you let me hope?" He cried, breaking into sobs. "If you knew they- if you knew that they weren't looking, why would you let me think I had- had a chance?"

"A chance of what? Of leaving?" He pulled his captive up to his feet, holding his wrists where they were bound behind his back- and then he drew them in close, forcing him flush against himself as he drew his lips to his ear. 

"Darling, I let you have hope because it was entertaining to see you fight back. I liked that defiant streak in you- but I've grown tired of it." He pulled away, keeping them pressed close against him and gripped their chin in his hand. 

"It's time for that defiance in you to end. You have nothing to go back to, nothing to fight for."

His sobs washed over him in ugly, furious waves. He thrashed against his captor, trying desperately to pull away but he was held tight. Eventually his energy washed away, and he collapsed forward into his captor's arms. 

"I'm all you have left now, don't you understand?" He pulled them in closer, feeling the silent cries that ripped through his body, a hand pressed to the back of his head, the other on the small of his back below his bound hands. "Your entire purpose now, is up to me. Your life, your existence, is now mine." He gripped his captive by the chin once more, forcing his head up, holding his gaze. 

"Your only choice now, is to obey. Do you understand?" 

He sniffled, face flushed and eyes red with tears as he looked up into the eyes of the man who know held his life in his hands.

"Do you understand?" 

"Yes sir."

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Whumptober 10- Blow to the head

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"I- I can't think straight," he mumbled. He held onto the doorway like a lifeline as his feet stumbled beneath him. Everything was spinning. "I'm fine though, promise, it's just- hard to-"

His partner was underneath him in an instant. catching him before his knees could hit the floor.

"You're slurring your words babe. What happened?"

"M-'mfine-"

They pulled him to the floor, letting him slump against them and he leaned his head back against their shoulder. 

"You don't seem fine." 

"I just- hit myhead-"

"You hit your head? Let me see!" They cried. They knew that the training he was being put through was too much. He was being overworked. As 'necessary' as they might've claimed it to be, they couldn't stand to see their partner coming home every day exhausted, bruised, and barely able to stand. 

They look at his head, there was definitely a bump on the back, a nice bruise forming and they pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. His eyelashes fluttered as he leaned back into them. 

"Babe you need to take it easy, you can't keep pushing yourself like this. How far are you going to go?" 

He sat up a little bit, and they could feel the wince that he tried to hide. 

"I- I need to train, I havto- have to get better-" His breathing was labored, and his partner knew that there would be no arguing with him about this. As much as they would've liked to make it stop altogether, the most they could do was be here to pick up the pieces. 

"I'm alright- only hurtsa- a bit."

He winced again, pulling himself away from his partner before slowly rising to his feet. He staggered for a moment, taking a few steps before his legs collapsed beneath him and he crashed to the floor. 

His partner cried out- sweeping their way over towards him and cradled his head in their hands. 

"You're not going tomorrow." They demanded. "That's final."

"But I-" He muttered- before a wave of pain came crashing over his tired body. "Oh- okay." He mumbled, before finally passing out from the pain.

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Whumptober 9- Obsession/"Frame me up on the wall just to keep me out of trouble"

CW: Pet whumpee, possessive/intimate whumper, restraints

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"You know I have to do this. It's for your own good, understand?" He brushed away a few tears from his pet's face. "If I let you down there with everyone else, you'd get into far much trouble."

"I- I won't, please- I won't get into trouble. I'll be good, please, let me be good-" They choked on their sobs, tears streaming down their face- ruining the pretty makeup that he had painted on them earlier. 

"That's what you said last time. Now stop crying, you're ruining your makeup." 

They sniffled, holding back the tears. "Yes- yes sir."

His little pet sat silently, letting him wipe their face and reapply some of the makeup that had been smudged from their tears. 

"There you are- you look so pretty for me, don't you? You may not be down there in the party with everyone but you still need to look your best now don't you?" 

"Yes s-sir." The tears were still lodged in their chest, still threatening to spill out despite their best efforts. 

"Let's go get you in position, alright?" 

His little pet held their head on their chest as they were led down into the main room of the house. It had a massive entryway, a big staircase leading up into the main floor. Another area led off into the kitchen where the drinks and appetizers were already being prepared. Right to the side of the large staircase though, was the ornate fireplace. It was definitely the focal point of the entire room, drawing the eye of the guests upwards to the twenty foot ceilings.

That's where his little pet would be. 

"Please, I don't- I don't want to go up there-" they whimpered, cleaning to their owner's arm with desperation. 

"Come now, you know it's for the best. This way, everyone can see how beautiful you are, see your perfection, and yet you'll be perfectly safe, out of their reach."

"I don't- I don't think I want them all to see-"

He gripped his pet's chin in his hand, forcing them to look up into his eyes. 

"You understand you don't get a choice? I know what's best for you, so you do what I say. If you're down here, people can hurt you. Up there, they can only look, never touch." His hand caressed to the back of their neck, holding them tight. "Only I can touch you, you understand?" 

His pet sniffled back oncoming tears and nodded. "I, I understand."

"Good. Now sit down." He motioned to the swing that hung from the ceiling, it was only a foot or two of the ground right now, positioned in front of the fireplace. 

His pet slowly made their way, sittin gingerly on the edge of the swing, holding on to the ropes desperately as their ankles were grabbed. He bound their ankles together with a soft ribbon, tight enough that it wouldn't come undone, yet not tight enough to hurt. Then he wound the ribbon further up their body, moving it along their thighs, their stomach, and then crawling up their arms to tie their wrists to the rope. Even if they let go once the swing was up in the air they would still be secured enough not to fall. 

"Open your mouth darling."

His pet choked out one final sob as they obeyed, opening their mouth to let the gag be placed behind their teeth. A simple rubber one, meant to muffle any sounds or cries they might make, and then the ribbon was tied around their mouth as well. 

"Oh don't you look lovely. No don't cry. It'll ruin your makeup again." He nodded towards one of the other servants bustling about, and they went to the system of ropes and pulleys on the wall, carefully tucked to the side of the fireplace, hidden neatly out of sight.

His pet closed their eyes shut as they felt themselves rising into the air, swinging softly back and forth on the swing. Once they were in position, only a foot or two away from the ceiling, did they open their eyes. They made the mistake of looking down towards the floor and jolted in panic, causing the swing to sway. 

"Don't worry pet, you'll be nice and safe up there until the parties over." He called up to them.

Yet his pet couldn't hear him over the sound of their own panic.  

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Whumptober 8- Sleep Deprivation/Forced to Stay Awake

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He choked out a sob, the electric shocks coursing through his system once more. 

“Please-” He cried out with a sob. “I’m so- so tired.”

He lay, chained to the table, his wrists and ankles restrained tightly. There was a shock collar around his neck, wires, streaming from his head- tuned to register whenever he started drifting asleep- and then sending shocks to the collar.

His body trembled, muscles aching and throbbing. 

He had been here for three days. 

There was an iv in his arm, keeping him nourished, but even before they had hooked him to this table, he hadn’t slept for days. 

There was always too many nightmares. 

He used to beg not to fall asleep, he’d do anything to avoid the terror- but now there was nothing he wanted more.

A strangled scream ripped from his throat as the shock collar activated again. It was getting harder and harder to stay awake. His body thrashed against the cold table, flaring up the bruises from where his muscled had been pressed into it for days. 

“I just- just want to sleep-” he sobbed. “Please- please!” He cried. 

How long could a person go without sleep? 

As his cries went unanswered, he trembled with the realization that he was going to find out.

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Whumptober 7- Unconventional Weapon

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“But we don’t know what we’re up against? How is it supposed to be a fair fight?”

“It’s never a fair fight, you should know this by now.” Their captain stated. “These people, the enemy- they don’t go in this looking for a civilized brawl. They go in to kill, to wound, and do as much damage as possible so we don’t come running back.” 

“What about the weapon?” A voice cried out.

Voices rang out, chattered whispers about the new weapon the other team had ‘created.’ Something powerful enough to take everyone down. Something terrible, monstrous.

“Quiet down, I know we’ve all heard about it. They’ve built a weapon, and unfortunately our spies have not been able to uncover any information on it’s whereabouts, what it is, or if it’s even ready. It very well could still be under construction, and we’ll face it another day. But when we do, we’ll face it with the same strength we always have, right?”

Echoes of right, and yes sir, rang out through the crowd. A small voice piped up from the back of the room.

“If he were here he could take it down on his own.” 

The room rang with silence. They didn’t need to say his name for everyone to know who they were referring to. After all, he was the strongest on their team. And yet, he had been killed by the enemy in the last battle- they hadn’t even been able to retrieve his body. It was a few months ago, yet the pain of his loss still hurt like a fresh bloody wound. 

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The weapon stood in front of his commander, hands folded behind his back just like he had been taught, head tucked low to his chest. 

“You are ready. Your months of training have led up to this moment, and now it is time for you to prove yourself, understand?”

“Yes sir!” He barked. 

“What are your commands for this mission? Repeat them back to me.”

He raised his head, speaking clearly. 

“Kill on sight. I do not think, I only destroy. I will serve my master and obey his command. This is my purpose.”

“Well done. You are ready.” 

It was time for the weapon to reunite with his old team.

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Whumptober 6- Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

CW: Restraints, manhandling, strangling.

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He would never tell the team. He would never willingly admit that the man they were trying to apprehend- that monster of a person- was currently being hid in his own basement. 

He had found him a few days ago. Everyone else was working hard, trying to figure out where he had escaped to this time. Truth be told, he did feel a bit bad. Not for what he had done, but for lying to them, watching them work so hard for an answer he already knew. 

Yet that guilt was far surpassed by whatever he felt when he was down in that basement with that creature. 

He stomped down the stairs, flicking on the bright overhead lights, watching as the villain jolted awake. He was shirtless, back littered in cuts and bruises, lying on the cement floor, his ankles bound and his hands tied behind his back. He tilted his chin up off the ground, giving his captor a sly smirk beneath the gag tied around his mouth.

That smug bastard. 

“Get up.” He commanded, pulling the villain up by his hair onto his knees. “I’ve had a rough day.” 

The villain raised his eyebrows, giving him a look he’d learn to recognize over the past few days. 

“Fine.”  He untied the gag that was around his mouth and watched as the villain stretched his jaw, working out the stiff joints.

”Thanks, you’re too kind.”

”Shut up. Just cause I removed that doesn’t mean I want you to talk.”

”Oh, but why else would you remove it, darling?” He rolled his shoulders,  swaying lightly on his knees. “I suppose it wouldn’t be too much to ask for some water, food, or anything?”

”What makes you think you deserve any?” He could feel his blood beginning to boil. His tension, anger, building up inside of him. “You have killed so many innocent, helpless people. You deserve to suffer just like they all did.” 

“Oh you’re right. But wasn’t one of those ‘poor innocent helpless people’ your partner? I remember hearing his screams as I cut him open."

He cried, swinging his fist back and striking the villain across the head. He toppled over to the ground, a smirk playing on his face. 

“Don’t you dare speak about him! Killing him on the spot would’ve been better than the torture you put him through!”

“So kill me!” The villain spat, rolling over on their back, staring up at their captor. “Kill me, and ger your revenge, take me out of this world if I’m so evil!” 

He fell to his knees, straddling the bound man beneath him, his hands locking around his throat. 

There was that rage that he had tried to control. That fire that he could never put out, not after his partner had died. 

No- he hadn't died. He'd been murdered.

His hands locked tighter around the villains throat and he thrashed underneath him for a moment, before falling still, a smile creeping onto the villains face. 

He pulled away, releasing his hands.

“It’s not fun when I don’t fight back, is it?” 

He slapped him, watching as his head turned sharply towards the floor. He needed to release that anger. He couldn’t go back to his team full of it and risk blowing up on everyone. Grabbing a fistful of the villain’s hair he wrenched his head forward and slammed it back into the ground. The villain’s eyes rolled back in his head for a moment, his mouth gasping open from the pain. 

“You deserve worse then death.” He spat, their faces only inches away.

The villain smiled again. Like a log on the fire, feuling that burning inside of himself. 

“You couldn’t kill me.” He leaned forward, almost touching. “I know you enjoy this far too much.”

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Whumptober 5- "If My Pain Will Stretch That Far"

CW: Bruises, blood, whipping.

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"Come on now, you can take more." 

He rolled over onto his side, his body littered with cuts and bruises. Pulling his arms underneath him, he managed to make it onto his hands and knees this time before the whip crashed back down over his skin. 

"Yeah, I- I doubt that." He panted through the pain. 

"You will take as much as I say you will take." 

"Yeah, if my pain will stretch that far." He gasped, falling back onto his chest with a sob. 

A splash of blood crashed over him as the whip came down and he choked out a mangled scream. 

"Haven't I had enough?" He pleaded, curling back into his side. 

The man holding the whip knelt down next to his face, locking a hand around his throat. 

"You will never have enough." He spat. "You will only have enough once you are so broken, that the only words you can speak are 'yes sir.' Once you are so beaten down that you will do anything I ask without a second of hesitation. If I tell you to lick my boot, you do so like it's Thanksgiving Dinner. Until that day, you will take every beating I give you. You will stretch your pain so far like a balloon ready to pop, and then I will take it farther. Do you understand?" 

When the man at his feet remained silent, choking on his air, he let him go and stood up, crashing the whip against the ground.

"I said, do you understand!" He cried.

The man responded with a light cough, his hands coming to rub at his throat as he stared out at the empty room. He didn't respond, didn't utter a single word. Just a light groan torn out of him when the whip crashed over his skin once more.

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Whumptober 4- "You're Still Alive in My Head"

CW: Blood, nudity, death

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"What- what have I done?" 

His hands shook, the blood caking underneath his fingernails and spilling over his palms. He looked down to the ground where they lay, completely limp, body pale and cold. He crashed to his knees, the pool of blood instantly soaking through his slacks. 

He grabbed them by the neck, rolling them over from where they lay, face down in their own filth. Their eyes were rolled back into their cracked skull, and there was no breath against their lips. 

He shook his head, pulling them into his lap. 

"It's okay, you're okay. There's nothing wrong." He whispered. "You know I didn't mean to hurt you, you know I would never go too far. You know that." 

He stood, rising with them in his arms, pulling their naked figure tight against his chest. 

"You just need to rest. If you rest it'll all be fine. You'll wake up all better." He carried them over to the cot and laid them down gently, tucking their hands against their chest and brushing their hair away from their face. 

"I'll get you a blanket. You'll be fine, you'll see. Trust me, I know best." 

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Whumptober 3- "I Warned You"

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"I warned you didn't I?" He knelt down next to his plaything on the floor, holding their head in his hand. 

Their eyes were bloodshot, face and neck littered with bruises, sweat glistening on their forehead. 

"I warned you what would happen if you didn't listen." 

"You- you did, sir." They muttered. There was a rasp to their voice, evident of the hands that had just been locked around their throat. 

"So, what's going to happen now?" 

"I- I get punished." 

"That's right." He stated, rising to his feet. Their plaything dropped their head back to their chest, a small sob wracking it's way through them. "Understand that I don't want to do this to you, you know that right? It's for your own good." 

They sniffled, nodding their head. "I, I understand sir." 

"Good, now get on your knees for me." 

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Whumptober 2- “You got away with the crime while the knife's in my back.”

CW: Female whumpee, gun, manhandling.

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"I can't believe you!" she screamed. She pulled and thrashed against the man holding her back. She stared at the person she once called her friend. 

They stood, arms folded across their chest, a blank look on their face. There was a gun resting casually in their hand, like it was just a cup of coffee, or a cellphone. 

"I did what I had to do." They shrugged.

"You betrayed me! You were the one who killed them, not me!" 

The man holding her forced her down to her knees, wrenching her arms tightly behind her back as she held back the sobs. 

"An unfortunate incident, I know. I am truly sorry that all the blame has fallen back on to you." 

For a moment, just a brief fleeting second their eyes met- and she could see they were sorry. For the betrayal, or for giving her the blame, she would never know.

"I can't believe I ever trusted you. You might as well have stabbed that knife into my back instead."  

They took a step towards her, placing their hand under her chin and looking down at here. There were tears in both of their eyes. Their friend's facial expression softened, before their gaze drifted towards the floor. 

Then they stepped back, dropping their hand from her face as they glance down at the weapon in their hand.

"I really am sorry that it has come to this." 

And then they raised the gun to her head.

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Just another little drabble for day 2, this one is very angsty.

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Whumptober 1- Panic Attack

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His heart was pounding. His feet hit the pavement, one after another after another. He rounded a corner, crashing his back into the brick wall behind him. He couldn't run anymore. As he slid down towards the ground he felt his chest ignite with pain. A sob crept up into his throat, and he clamped down on his fist to keep it from coming out. He could hear them coming. Could sense their presence looming around the corner. He had no time.

His chest rose and fell as the sobs came crashing over him. No matter how hard he tried to calm his breathing, no matter how much he tried to silence his cries, it was all useless. He pulled his knees up to his chest, squeezing them tight against himself, feeling the pressure inside him build and build.

He didn't even fight as they rounded the corner on him. He couldn't. He sobbed, and cried, his body giving way to the panic growing inside of him as they dragged him away into the dark once more.

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Just a little blurb for the first day of Whumptober. I’m going to try and do as many prompts as I can, but they’ll mostly be small blurbs or just a few paragraphs. Let me know if you want on the tag list. 😊

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Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

Here's the next chapter in Sol and Lo's story. Marlowe (Lo) is a nonbinary immortal, who fell in love with a vampire. Their previous chapter is here. Masterlist is here. CW: Vampire whumpee, it as a pronoun, restraints, drugging, angst, dehumanization. (Vampires are seen as animals and treated as such.)

Marlowe was sleeping when it happened. They had just settled down for the night, drifting off as Solomon was washing up from dinner when there was a pounding on the door, and footsteps barging in. 

There was shouting, the clanging of dishes and Lo was jumping out of bed, rushing into the living room. 

The pot from dinner was on the ground in the doorway of the kitchen, the leftover soup spilling out onto the floor. Scattered voices broke through Lo’s panic as they realized the living room was full of people. Lo’s eyes scanned over the faces, settling on one man in particular, and their heart dropped as recognition came to their mind. 

He had the same cold look in his eyes, a scruff on his chin, a scar on the side of his neck. He wore a long cotton jacket, a simple linen shirt and pants with boots almost up to his knees. 

This was the same man- the one that had been driving the wagon. The man who had dragged that other poor vampire back to his owner and thrown him onto the ground, shaking and trembling. 

There were two other men behind him, dressed in dark cloaks, blocking off the front doorway to the house. Solomon stood in the entrance to the kitchen, holding the knife that he had been washing from dinner, panic written all over his face, two other men standing over him from behind. 

“What is going on?” Marlowe demanded, glancing between the men, and Solomon, hoping someone would have an explanation that didn’t lead to where Lo was thinking. 

“Ah good evening, Marlowe, I am Ivan Shaw, I’m sure you’ve seen me around town. I’m here to inform you that your vampire is under orders for retraining. We are here to collect it and see that the necessary measures are taken in order for it to be deemed fit to be placed back in society.”

Lo’s heart sunk into their stomach.

“What orders? What did he do?” Lo was panicking- trying to remain calm- trying to get answers but the look on Sol’s face said he was ready to use that knife in his hand and do what it took to get out of there. 

“You’ll find it all right here. We’ll need you to sign it over into our care of course, but if you refuse, you’ll find that you can be charged as well, and your vampire will be taken by force.” The man chuckled, pulling out a roll of parchment. “You won’t need retraining of course- but a trial in front of the council, and potential reprimands as are deemed fit.” 

Marlowe snatched the parchment from the man, and stepped in between him and Solomon, unfurling it to see the official document. They scanned through to find what they were looking for:

The following crimes have been provided with proper evidence for this conviction: Improper and immoral cohabitation, and beguiling and seducing it’s owner through illegal toxins. Due to the nature of these crimes, the vampire known as “Solomon,” has been sentenced to the minimum one month (30 days) of retraining.  If the minimum sentence is deemed inadequate towards the vampire’s retraining, further time may be required until it is declared fit to reenter society and rejoin it’s owner’s possession.  This contract states that the owner known as Marlowe, is temporarily signing over possession of their vampire for this retraining period. The owner acknowledges that the retraining facility be allowed to use whatever methods they deem fit to complete the vampire’s retraining, and that the facility will not be held responsible for any damages or injuries inflicted upon the vampire during it’s sentence. 

“We understand your confusion Marlowe, it’s a shame what this vampire has done to you.” Ivan stated, stepping forward. The man towered over Lo, and he peered down at them, a patronizing tone to his voice. “I’m sure once it is out of your home, it will no longer be able to spread it’s poison inside of you- and you’ll be free to think clearly once more.”

Lo shook their head, hands shaking as they gripped the parchment tighter, reading and re-reading those words over and over again. 

30 days of retraining. 

They were going to take Solomon away- they were going to take him- Lo’s darling- their love- their vampire. 

Solomon was Marlowe’s. These men couldn’t take him- Lo couldn’t let them.

“There must be- there must be some mistake. What evidence? What proof do you have of this?” 

“As of now, we have a witness that will remain anonymous. I’m telling you Marlowe, it’s a good thing it was reported when it was. Who knows how much longer you’d have been kept under it’s influence if we hadn’t intervened? If it’s been cooking your meals like we were informed then it’s poison is probably deeply ingrained in your system. Now, if you’ll step aside with me we can finalize the details while my men load it into the wagon. Come now, we don’t want to make this harder than it is.”

Lo glanced back at Solomon- there was a look of fire in his eyes- he met Lo’s gaze and his eyes softened- filled with fear, instead. Lo didn’t know what to do- there were too many of them to fight, they were surrounded. But Lo felt they would break in two if they were to drag him away. 

“Please,” Lo begged. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of understanding? Is this, retraining, really necessary?” 

“It seems you are still under it’s influence. I’ll tell you once, Marlowe, this is the law. You agreed to it when you settled into our village. If you refuse to hand it over, we are allowed to take it by force, but it will become property of the village. If you hand it over willingly, it will be returned to you at the end of it’s retraining. The choice is up to you.”

Marlowe’s panic began to rise, but they could feel Sol’s presence behind them. Lo turned around to see the vampire- looking down at them, holding back the tears in his eyes. Their eyes met for a moment before Sol was being grabbed. 

The two men behind him grabbed his arms, wrenching the kitchen knife out of his grip and holding him tight. Ivan grabbed Lo by the arm and held them back as the other two men by the front door surrounded Solomon on the other side. 

He was quickly thrown facedown on the ground, one of the men pinning his legs down, the other two holding his shoulders and pulling his arms behind his back. Marlowe bit back a scream of protest as Ivan held them tighter against his chest. They were going to take him anyway. There was nothing Lo could do. 

The final man withdrew a needle and a vial, quickly injecting it into Solomon’s neck. At that moment he screamed- thrashing against the grip of the men on top of him as he finally fought back, trying to throw them off. Even with his natural strength, it was still four against one- he was vastly outnumbered. 

Lo had lost all resolve. They were sobbing, crying and begging for them to stop as Sol’s body grew limp- the drug they had injected quickly taking hold. Solomon barely met Lo’s eyes- a whispered apology on his lips before he succumbed fully to unconsciousness. 

“Take it away. Marlowe and I need to have a chat.” 

The men grabbed Solomon, dragging his limp body out into the darkness, slamming the door behind them.

Ivan released his grip on Lo and they crashed to the floor, collapsing in a heap of sobs. 

“Now listen, Marlowe-” Ivan demanded. He bent down on a knee and placed a hand on Lo’s shoulder as they look into his eyes. “-you and I both know that you’re under no influence of any poisons. Everything we were told about you and that vampire was of your own free will. But the town council can’t have that story going around, so we had to bend the truth now, didn’t we? After all, you know what the gossip here is like. Word spreads fast.” 

Lo choked back a sob, shoving Ivan in the chest as they backed away. “You didn’t- you didn’t even let me say goodbye!” 

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll get to see your precious toy again- if you just sign the contract, it’ll be all yours once the 30 days has past. But Marlowe-” Ivan gripped Lo’s chin tightly, forcing them to meet his gaze as he leaned in close. “-if you refuse to sign, and if your dear Solomon gives me any issues at all while we’re working on it, I’ll make sure it’s time in there is a lot longer than it needs to be, understand?” 

Ivan held out the contract and a pen, placing it in Lo’s hand. 

With a sob Lo reluctantly signed the parchment, throwing the pen back at Ivan as he stood up and walked towards the door. 

“Don’t worry Marlowe,” he taunted, rolling up the parchment and tucking it back in his cloak. “Your little toy will be all shiny and new when we’re finished with it.” 

Lo collapsed back into the floor as Ivan walked away, the sound of the wagon rolling away from their house off into the distance. 

Their house was supposed to be safe. They were supposed to be able to be themselves here, to be free to hold each other, to love- to live. And now they’d been ripped apart. 

A piece of Lo had been ripped out of their chest and dragged away. There was a gaping hole, an emptiness full of pain that threatened to consume them. 

Marlowe lay there on the floor, shaking and sobbing all night long. There was no way they could go on, no way they could continue until their heart was returned. 

If it would be returned at all.

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Here’s my vampire/immortal story! There is much more whump to come, along with some fluff/angst of course. 🥰 Next chapter should be out soon!

Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

This is the next chapter in the installment for Marlowe the Immortal, and Solomon the Vampire. The latest chapter chronologically is here. Marlowe's masterlist is here. CW: nonbinary mc, vampire whumpee, whipping, restraints, blood. (Vampires are seen as animals, and are treated as such)

After making the climb over the mountain Marlowe and Solomon had come upon the village, settled in the valley at the bottom. They'd been living in the village for a few weeks. It was a short amount of time, but the village was so small, so remote, that it didn’t take long for them to figure out how to seamlessly blend in. 

Solomon was not allowed outside of the house. Not unless Marlowe took him out with a collar and a leash around the vampire’s throat. Sol refused- he would not be paraded around like a dog- so he stayed inside.

Anyone in the village with a vampire was required to register them with the head council of the town. That vampire’s behaviors were required to be appropriate, and fitting within the beliefs of the town’s laws and regulations. 

These laws and regulations meant that all vampires had to remain docile. They were given a set amount of pig’s blood as all they were allowed to eat. They had to be submissive and obey any order- especially ones from their owner. Any act of defiance from a vampire towards anyone in the town was threatened with punishment. As they witnessed their first week- that punishment often included a public whipping in the middle of the square. 

Solomon was grateful not to have seen it, but Lo remembered that poor vampire’s screams piercing the air. 

The sun was dipping low behind the mountain, and Marlowe had just finished their work for the day. They had taken up a quiet job cleaning the tavern at the edge of the town and were walking back to their small house. It was a simple job- didn’t pay too much, but it was enough to pay for some food and clothes and the rent on the house they had been provided with. The village, despite having their strict laws regarding vampires had been hospitable. And the townspeople were more than happy to provide Lo with a dwelling, providing them and their vampire earned their keep. 

Lo was passing through the town square when they saw the large gathering. It was most of the townspeople and all the shop owners, they reckoned. There was an eerie glow amongst the horizon as night fell, and a soft chill from the breeze. Marlowe wondered what all the fuss was about- and then they heard the screams. 

It was the familiar sound- the crack of the whip followed by a piercing shriek. 

Marlowe’s curiosity had outweighed their horror and they inched forward towards the crowd, perching on tiptoes until they could see the vampire, strung up by his wrists in the middle of the square, bare from the waist up. The whip crashed down again, blood spattering as the lashes burst open. 

“It’s a shame isn’t it?” One woman in the crowd said, turning towards Lo. Lo turned their head towards her and caught her eye. “That poor farmer’s dog. Did you not hear?”

“What happened?” Lo asked. 

“That vampire went on a rampage, killed and completely devoured Farmer Brecken’s sheep dog. The monster went crazy.” She shook her head, turning her gaze back to the display of cruelty. 

Lo recognized her-  Ms Floreta- she was always one to gossip, but it was easy to keep your nose in everyone’s business as the town seamstress. Lo remembered being sent to her to get their clothes when they arrived with nothing but the rags on their back. 

“You’ve got your own at home, don’t you?” 

“Hmm?” 

“A vampire.” She hissed, like it was vulgar to say. “I remember seeing you arrive with it when you first got here. Yours has that really pretty dark hair, doesn’t it?” 

“Oh, yes ma’am” Lo nodded. “Sorry, I should be getting home. Dinner should be ready soon.” 

Ms Floreta turned, her hand coming to clutch her heart as she gasped. “You trust your vampire- that creature, to cook your food?” 

Lo chuckled, hiding back a smirk. “Yes ma’am, he’s very… well behaved. Excuse me.” 

Lo dipped out and around the crowd before she could utter another word of disgust towards them and their vampire, and quickly made their way around the crowd. 

That first whipping had been a few weeks ago, and Lo was grateful that another one had yet to occur. 

It had been over a month, and still every day Solomon would be waiting for Marlowe to get home. He would have dinner ready for Lo right after work, and then they’d spend a few blissful hours together before Lo went to bed, and Sol resorted to doing the cleaning. He would sleep during the day while Lo worked, and together they kept their quaint little house in order. 

It was a simple wooden structure, with a little hut outside for their bathroom, a washtub, and a kitchen with a small table and two chairs, a living space with a fireplace, a pile of wood, and a straw mat by the door. A single bedroom with a simple bed and just a few blankets, a chest for their clothes, and a small table with a few books. There were two windows, one at the front of the house, and one in the bedroom, with dark curtains that stayed permanently drawn closed.

This specific night Lo came home tense. There had been talk of that same vampire- the one from the whipping nearly a month ago. Lo had seen a wagon pull into town, the vampire dragged out of the back, and tossed at his owner’s feet. The poor vampire had been shaking, he looked so small and frail. 

As they opened the door and set their satchel down Solomon greeted them with a smile. 

“How was work?” He asked.

“It was fine, nothing unusual.” 

Solomon set down the spoon he was holding on the table and walked up to Lo, cupping their face in his hands. 

“What’s troubling you? Something happened, I can tell. Come, eat and tell me what happened.”

Lo melted as they looked into the vampire's piercing gaze. They sighed following Solomon into the kitchen. He dished them up a bowl of the stew he had been cooking over the fire, and broke off a piece of their bread, setting it down on the table and sat across from his human.

Solomon enjoyed cooking for Lo- he found it entertaining to try new recipes, and then see how they tasted from Lo afterwards. The stew had been both of their favorites so far. Full of meat, potatoes, and an herbaceous broth. Lo’s blood afterwards would always be rich- full of deep flavors and earthy undertones. 

Sol folded his hands, resting his chin on top and glanced across the table at Lo, an eyebrow raised as Lo took a tentative bite of the stew. 

“It’s good.” Lo mumbled. “Thank you, Sol.”

After a few more minutes of silence Lo finally sighed, setting their spoon down. 

“Do you remember that vampire I told you about a few weeks ago?” 

Sol shivered. “The one in the square? With the farmer’s dog? I remember.” 

Lo nodded. “I saw him again today. A big wagon pulled right up in the middle of the square. He was dragged out of the back, and- and given back to his owner I guess. The poor thing, he just- he looked so scared, and malnourished and it- it made me wonder what they’d done to him.” 

Sol shook his head, “I don’t blame him for what he did. Killing that dog- it’s sad but with the amount of food provided, it’s- it’s not nearly enough to sustain off of. He had to have been starving to get to that point.” 

Lo nodded, looking over to where they had Sol’s food sitting. 2 pints of blood a week. Vampire’s were not permitted to be given any more. It was something in the rules about keeping them weak and docile. Solomon would drink double that amount every week from Lo. He would drink the pig’s blood only out of necessity, so as not to arouse suspicion when the town council did their inspections- or when Sol was required to collect his weekly supply. But the pig’s blood was nothing compared to Lo. It was nearly sour- almost rancid and bitter, whereas Lo had always been sweet. So incredibly rich, and divine, and beautiful. 

“This whole town just makes me worried.” Lo muttered, picking at their piece of bread. “If someone were to find out- about- about us, what would happen to you? Would they cart you away, or- or string you up in the square?”

Lo’s mind flashed to the nights spent curled up next to each other- the lazy mornings spent with sleep in their eyes, Sol’s body entwined with theirs. There was the gentleness of his touch- the strength of his hands, the feel of his lips, and Lo felt their heart racing. 

“The- the things we’ve done, Sol- To these- to these people, in this town, it’s- it’s criminal. I can’t imagine what they’d do- I- I can’t see you get hurt, I-”

“Shh, Marlowe-” Sol quickly moved around the table, kneeling next to their chair, cupping their chin in his hand. “Look at me- they’re not going to find out. Here, in our home, we are safe. I will ensure of that. I promised to protect you and I will do whatever I can to ensure you stay safe.” 

Marlowe reached a hand up to the back of Sol’s neck, entwining their fingers in the dark strands of hair. “I need you to stay safe too, understand?” Lo leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. “I need you here, Darling, - and not just so you can cook me dinner to see how I taste afterwards, all right?” 

Solomon chuckled, a smirk playing across his lips. 

“I promise. We've been through hell and back to get here, I won't let anything change that. I’ll ensure it.” Solomon closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to theirs and Lo hummed softly, smiling beneath the kiss. 

Marlowe let their lips part softly as Solomon slid a tongue between their lips, tasting inside of their mouth, breathing them in like air.

Lo let themselves be held. As long as they were here with Solomon, in his arms- they'd be safe.

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Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

This is the next chapter in the installment for Marlowe the Immortal, and Solomon the Vampire. The latest chapter chronologically is here. Marlowe's masterlist is here. CW: nonbinary mc, vampire whumpee, whipping, restraints, blood. (Vampires are seen as animals, and are treated as such)

After making the climb over the mountain Marlowe and Solomon had come upon the village, settled in the valley at the bottom. They'd been living in the village for a few weeks. It was a short amount of time, but the village was so small, so remote, that it didn’t take long for them to figure out how to seamlessly blend in. 

Solomon was not allowed outside of the house. Not unless Marlowe took him out with a collar and a leash around the vampire’s throat. Sol refused- he would not be paraded around like a dog- so he stayed inside.

Anyone in the village with a vampire was required to register them with the head council of the town. That vampire’s behaviors were required to be appropriate, and fitting within the beliefs of the town’s laws and regulations. 

These laws and regulations meant that all vampires had to remain docile. They were given a set amount of pig’s blood as all they were allowed to eat. They had to be submissive and obey any order- especially ones from their owner. Any act of defiance from a vampire towards anyone in the town was threatened with punishment. As they witnessed their first week- that punishment often included a public whipping in the middle of the square. 

Solomon was grateful not to have seen it, but Lo remembered that poor vampire’s screams piercing the air. 

The sun was dipping low behind the mountain, and Marlowe had just finished their work for the day. They had taken up a quiet job cleaning the tavern at the edge of the town and were walking back to their small house. It was a simple job- didn’t pay too much, but it was enough to pay for some food and clothes and the rent on the house they had been provided with. The village, despite having their strict laws regarding vampires had been hospitable. And the townspeople were more than happy to provide Lo with a dwelling, providing them and their vampire earned their keep. 

Lo was passing through the town square when they saw the large gathering. It was most of the townspeople and all the shop owners, they reckoned. There was an eerie glow amongst the horizon as night fell, and a soft chill from the breeze. Marlowe wondered what all the fuss was about- and then they heard the screams. 

It was the familiar sound- the crack of the whip followed by a piercing shriek. 

Marlowe’s curiosity had outweighed their horror and they inched forward towards the crowd, perching on tiptoes until they could see the vampire, strung up by his wrists in the middle of the square, bare from the waist up. The whip crashed down again, blood spattering as the lashes burst open. 

“It’s a shame isn’t it?” One woman in the crowd said, turning towards Lo. Lo turned their head towards her and caught her eye. “That poor farmer’s dog. Did you not hear?”

“What happened?” Lo asked. 

“That vampire went on a rampage, killed and completely devoured Farmer Brecken’s sheep dog. The monster went crazy.” She shook her head, turning her gaze back to the display of cruelty. 

Lo recognized her-  Ms Floreta- she was always one to gossip, but it was easy to keep your nose in everyone’s business as the town seamstress. Lo remembered being sent to her to get their clothes when they arrived with nothing but the rags on their back. 

“You’ve got your own at home, don’t you?” 

“Hmm?” 

“A vampire.” She hissed, like it was vulgar to say. “I remember seeing you arrive with it when you first got here. Yours has that really pretty dark hair, doesn’t it?” 

“Oh, yes ma’am” Lo nodded. “Sorry, I should be getting home. Dinner should be ready soon.” 

Ms Floreta turned, her hand coming to clutch her heart as she gasped. “You trust your vampire- that creature, to cook your food?” 

Lo chuckled, hiding back a smirk. “Yes ma’am, he’s very… well behaved. Excuse me.” 

Lo dipped out and around the crowd before she could utter another word of disgust towards them and their vampire, and quickly made their way around the crowd. 

That first whipping had been a few weeks ago, and Lo was grateful that another one had yet to occur. 

It had been over a month, and still every day Solomon would be waiting for Marlowe to get home. He would have dinner ready for Lo right after work, and then they’d spend a few blissful hours together before Lo went to bed, and Sol resorted to doing the cleaning. He would sleep during the day while Lo worked, and together they kept their quaint little house in order. 

It was a simple wooden structure, with a little hut outside for their bathroom, a washtub, and a kitchen with a small table and two chairs, a living space with a fireplace, a pile of wood, and a straw mat by the door. A single bedroom with a simple bed and just a few blankets, a chest for their clothes, and a small table with a few books. There were two windows, one at the front of the house, and one in the bedroom, with dark curtains that stayed permanently drawn closed.

This specific night Lo came home tense. There had been talk of that same vampire- the one from the whipping nearly a month ago. Lo had seen a wagon pull into town, the vampire dragged out of the back, and tossed at his owner’s feet. The poor vampire had been shaking, he looked so small and frail. 

As they opened the door and set their satchel down Solomon greeted them with a smile. 

“How was work?” He asked.

“It was fine, nothing unusual.” 

Solomon set down the spoon he was holding on the table and walked up to Lo, cupping their face in his hands. 

“What’s troubling you? Something happened, I can tell. Come, eat and tell me what happened.”

Lo melted as they looked into the vampire's piercing gaze. They sighed following Solomon into the kitchen. He dished them up a bowl of the stew he had been cooking over the fire, and broke off a piece of their bread, setting it down on the table and sat across from his human.

Solomon enjoyed cooking for Lo- he found it entertaining to try new recipes, and then see how they tasted from Lo afterwards. The stew had been both of their favorites so far. Full of meat, potatoes, and an herbaceous broth. Lo’s blood afterwards would always be rich- full of deep flavors and earthy undertones. 

Sol folded his hands, resting his chin on top and glanced across the table at Lo, an eyebrow raised as Lo took a tentative bite of the stew. 

“It’s good.” Lo mumbled. “Thank you, Sol.”

After a few more minutes of silence Lo finally sighed, setting their spoon down. 

“Do you remember that vampire I told you about a few weeks ago?” 

Sol shivered. “The one in the square? With the farmer’s dog? I remember.” 

Lo nodded. “I saw him again today. A big wagon pulled right up in the middle of the square. He was dragged out of the back, and- and given back to his owner I guess. The poor thing, he just- he looked so scared, and malnourished and it- it made me wonder what they’d done to him.” 

Sol shook his head, “I don’t blame him for what he did. Killing that dog- it’s sad but with the amount of food provided, it’s- it’s not nearly enough to sustain off of. He had to have been starving to get to that point.” 

Lo nodded, looking over to where they had Sol’s food sitting. 2 pints of blood a week. Vampire’s were not permitted to be given any more. It was something in the rules about keeping them weak and docile. Solomon would drink double that amount every week from Lo. He would drink the pig’s blood only out of necessity, so as not to arouse suspicion when the town council did their inspections- or when Sol was required to collect his weekly supply. But the pig’s blood was nothing compared to Lo. It was nearly sour- almost rancid and bitter, whereas Lo had always been sweet. So incredibly rich, and divine, and beautiful. 

“This whole town just makes me worried.” Lo muttered, picking at their piece of bread. “If someone were to find out- about- about us, what would happen to you? Would they cart you away, or- or string you up in the square?”

Lo’s mind flashed to the nights spent curled up next to each other- the lazy mornings spent with sleep in their eyes, Sol’s body entwined with theirs. There was the gentleness of his touch- the strength of his hands, the feel of his lips, and Lo felt their heart racing. 

“The- the things we’ve done, Sol- To these- to these people, in this town, it’s- it’s criminal. I can’t imagine what they’d do- I- I can’t see you get hurt, I-”

“Shh, Marlowe-” Sol quickly moved around the table, kneeling next to their chair, cupping their chin in his hand. “Look at me- they’re not going to find out. Here, in our home, we are safe. I will ensure of that. I promised to protect you and I will do whatever I can to ensure you stay safe.” 

Marlowe reached a hand up to the back of Sol’s neck, entwining their fingers in the dark strands of hair. “I need you to stay safe too, understand?” Lo leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. “I need you here, Darling, - and not just so you can cook me dinner to see how I taste afterwards, all right?” 

Solomon chuckled, a smirk playing across his lips. 

“I promise. We've been through hell and back to get here, I won't let anything change that. I’ll ensure it.” Solomon closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to theirs and Lo hummed softly, smiling beneath the kiss. 

Marlowe let their lips part softly as Solomon slid a tongue between their lips, tasting inside of their mouth, breathing them in like air.

Lo let themselves be held. As long as they were here with Solomon, in his arms- they'd be safe.

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Hey all! I have been super crazy busy since I last posted and have kind of stalked tumblr in the background, but now finally have some things written!

Soooo... who likes vampire whump? I've got a couple chapters coming for Marlowe and Solomon's story. Their masterlist is here. Let me know if you would want to be added to the tag list!

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Undying Warmth

Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

This is a chapter I wrote for Marlowe the Immortal, and Solomon, their vampire. Chronologically, the events of this would take place after Part 23 in their story, though there is a time jump. (I probably will write the in between stuff eventually, but I wanted to post this first.) Marlowe's masterlist is here. No whump in this one, but this is NSFW. It is very smutty, and entirely consensual. CW: nonbinary character, vampire, consensual sex, fingering, oral, kissing, vampire feeding, blood tw, some self deprecating thoughts.

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Solomon was perched on the edge of the bed, the blankets tousled up around the edge from where he had just awoken, his nightshirt falling loosely around his broad shoulders.

Marlowe stepped into the small bedroom. It was cozy, but it was enough for just the two of them. The vampire’s eyes glanced up- still filled with sleep as the sun peeked below the horizon outside. Their gazes met, and Lo’s heart fluttered. 

They could never get over the way that he looked at them. The way his eyes lit up when they’d walk into a room, or how they’d trace over Lo’s body, ever so subtly- but Lo could tell. They’d gotten used to picking up on subtle things like that over the past few weeks of traveling, and now living together.

“How’d you sleep?” Marlowe asked, trying not to stare as Solomon stretched- long, toned arms reaching above his head. 

“Oh, alright, are you getting ready for bed?” 

“Soon-” Lo responded, turning around to the pile of books on the small table by the door. “I wanted to- to spend some time with you for a moment if that’s alright.” 

Lo nearly jumped as they felt the vampire looming over them from behind. They turned around to find Solomon standing over their shoulder, his cold breath trickling at the base of their neck as he leaned over. 

“Of course it’s alright Lo, I- I always want to spend more time with you.”

Lo turned around to face him, his long, pale hair swooping over his shoulders- just slightly tousled from his sleep. He looked- hesitant for a moment, wanting to pull away when he noticed their close proximity. But instead the vampire closed his eyes, taking in a small breath, eyes opening once more as Lo placed a small hand against his waist, turning their own face up to meet his eyes. 

“Solomon-” Lo paused- gently brushing a strand of hair behind Sol’s ear. “-is there, something else you want?” 

The vampire flinched back ever so slightly as if shocked by the question, but didn’t pull away, instead bringing up a hand to meet Lo’s that had lingered near his face, gripping it in his own. 

“I- I’ve wanted to-” he chuckled in embarrassment, a flash of pink coloring his pale skin. “-I’ve wanted you for a while. I- I’ve just been too afraid to ask.” 

Marlowe’s heart leapt for a moment. All this time- all the pining, and Solomon had been nervous. The vampire had always been so strong- so sure and confident in everything. And he hadn’t given in to his affections yet, because he’d been too afraid?

Lo took their hand from the vampire’s waist, bringing it up to cup his face so gently, running a thumb across his strong jawline. 

“Darling, you have nothing to be afraid of.” They whispered. 

And with that stroke of permission Solomon closed the distance. His lips crashed into the human’s, wrapping strong arms around them, one hand steady on the back of their neck, the other spread against the small of their back, pushing them closer into him. 

Marlowe was so warm- they’d always been so warm, and now Solomon craved it. He couldn’t get enough of that warmth as they kissed- eventually stumbling backwards until Solomon hit the edge of the bed. He sat down, keeping his lips locked onto Lo’s but it was much easier this way- no longer having to tower over the smaller human. 

His hands circled around their waist as Lo’s came to tangle in his hair. Sol shivered at the feel of nails across his scalp- the slight tug that Lo would give to deepen the kiss- to pull Sol in tighter. 

Sol’s hands were fisting in the back of Lo’s cotton shirt, clutching tightly at the fabric, lips pressing hard enough to bruise. He let a hand slip, dipping under the fabric to feel the warmth of their skin and he ran his hand along the length of their spine. 

Lo shivered- a soft gasp vibrating through their lips onto Sol’s- and oh god- he needed more. 

The next thing he knew the human was climbing onto his lap, straddling his hips, a knee on either side of him- it was much easier to hold them closer this way. 

The two pressed as tight as was possible into each other- as if any moment someone would barge in and drag the other away. Hands fisted in hair, tangled in shirts, caressed limbs- breath heavy. 

Solomon’s brain started to short circuit when Lo started rocking against him. 

A slow, steady grinding- moving their hips just right so a flare of pleasure sparked within- and then they slipped their tongue into his mouth, spreading his lips wider, and Solomon gladly opened up. 

He tilted his head back, inviting Lo in as they explored, their tongue brushing against his fangs, sweeping across his bottom lip, nearly choking him in the pleasure. Solomon let his hands roam lower down the human’s body, gripping tightly at their hips before sweeping down to the back of their thighs. He could feel them rocking back and forth- into his hands, and then into his groin- back and forth- back and forth- a steady, sensual rhythm. Sol cupped their thighs tighter, feeling the soft skin- the warmth through the cloth of their pants as he squeezed.

And then Lo was biting down on his lip- and Solomon couldn’t help the moan that escaped from the back of his throat. Lo pulled away and for a brief moment Sol was disappointed- until their tongue began to trail a path from the bottom of his jaw up to behind his ear. They continued rocking as they began to kiss and nip, sucking gently at the sensitive skin and Solomon gasped, feeling a shudder wrack through his body.

He pulled away just slightly- hands moving from underneath Lo's thighs to their hips. 

Lo paused for a second, moving their mouth just next to the vampire’s ear. 

“You alright?” They whispered.

Solomon nodded and Lo went back to kissing his neck, hands tangled in his hair- but they didn’t continue rocking. 

Solomon was at a loss. This was escalating far quicker than he had intended. It’s not that he didn’t know what to do, it’s that with Lo, he wanted to do it right. But Lo felt so good- so endlessly warm and soft- and just perfect. 

“We can stop if you want, if it’s- too much.” Lo whispered, resting their forehead against the crook of Solomon’s neck. "I know I was moving kinda fast..."

His heart nearly broke at that- almost as if Lo was implying that they were too much. Never. They were absolutely perfect. Solomon just- he just wasn’t quite prepared to give Lo what they deserved.

But still…

“No- please, I- I don’t want to stop.” He ran his hand across Lo’s back again, needing to feel that warmth of their perfect skin. The human nestled in slightly closer at his touch. It was almost selfish of him- to take all their warmth like that. To take the pleasure for himself, despite his hesitations. “I just- I want to make sure it’s good enough… that- that I’m good enough.” 

Lo pulled away, sitting up straight and cupping Solomon’s jaw. They looked him in the eye for the first time since they started this.

“Darling, you are more than good enough.” They whispered. “Don’t ever think you aren’t.” 

Solomon nodded, leaning in to Lo’s hand as they stroked his cheek. 

“What- what should I do. What would you like?” He asked, feeling his heart leap in his throat. 

Every moment they’d moved further Sol had expected the human to pull away in rejection- to be disgusted and say this was all a joke, and here he was- his entire soul on the line. Completely laid bare in front of this human. In front of his human.

And Marlowe simply smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from his face as they leaned in to whisper. 

“Darling you could do whatever the fuck you wanted to me, and I’d still beg you for more.”

And they were entwined together once more. 

Lo’s hands were tight against his back- grinding into him, tearing at the hem of his nightshirt and Solomon obliged, pulling it swiftly over his head and then scrambling to remove Lo’s. 

Sol slipped a hand in between them, running it over the soft curves of Lo’s chest- the slight swell of their stomach, their sternum, the sweeping lines of their chest. His hand brushed over one of their nipples and Lo shuddered- ever so slightly, but enough for Solomon to notice. He cupped them in his hand, and began to playfully pinch and tease at it, pulling and twisting, and Lo whined. 

Sol leaned in as Lo’s head lolled backwards, eyes rolling back in pleasure as the vampire continued, and he pulled them forward to kiss and nip at their neck. 

The human let out another soft little moan that made Sol’s heart pound and he trailed his lips and tongue up to their ear. 

“Darling- can I take all of you?” He asked gently, pinching and teasing a little harder, rocking his hips up to meet Lo’s. 

Lo whined, their voice soft and husky through their throat. 

“Fuck, please do.” They begged.

And by god, how could Solomon resist?

He bit down slightly on their neck, not enough to pierce with his fangs, but enough that it caused another whine as he raked his fangs down to their collarbone and Lo shivered. 

And then Solomon was pushing them off his lap, stripping them of the rest of their clothes as he removed his own until they both were bare- and he pulled Lo back on top of him- feeling nothing but warmth against the cold. Caring about nothing but being closer- closer-

Sol rocked backwards and Lo leaned forward against his chest, limp and pliable. With one hand he gripped the human underneath their thigh, lifting them up just slightly off of his lap. His other hand began to spread them apart, dipping in between to find their entrance, circling and prodding with one finger- then a second. Lo was already trembling slightly- a shake in their breath as Sol prepared them, and then he was leaning to their ear as he positioned himself just right, Lo hovering barely above. 

“You’ll tell me if it gets too much?” Sol whispered.

Lo replied, nearly breathless before they had even begun. 

“It won’t be.” 

And then Solomon was lowering them down, working his way inside slowly, feeling every muscle along the small human’s body- every curve, and line- memorizing every part as if it’d fade away as soon as the moment ended. 

So Sol would take advantage of the moment he got. 

He took his time as he entered, letting Lo settle with each new inch before sinking them down further. He knew he was fairly large- and Lo was so small, but god they were so tight. Sol felt a whine building in his throat as Lo wrapped around his length- their breaths shuddering and shaky as they felt the vampire sink deeper and deeper.

The two both let out a soft gasp as he bottomed out, Lo sitting tightly against Sol. They melted into each other, arms wrapping around backs and shoulders and then Lo was rocking again. Swaying and circling in Sol’s lap and they were so tight- and warm- and they felt so good that Sol wanted more. Needed more-

And then Sol was moaning- careless of the vulgar noises he was making.

And then he was gripping Lo underneath the thighs, the other around their back- and he was climbing further onto the bed. Keeping Lo pressed fully onto him, not letting them go for a second-

And then he was throwing them onto their back, climbing on top of them. 

Lo was spreading their legs wider, arching their hips up to meet Sol’s thrusts. They were fisting in the blankets, knuckles white against the cotton, and Sol’s fingers were digging into their hips, squeezing, massaging, gripping tight with every motion. 

Neither of them could help the moans and the cries that came from their lips. The pleasure rippled through them both as Sol began to move faster. 

Lo’s eyes fluttered open, seeing the vampire’s strong figure, shadowed in the dim light of the room. His strong arms that were gripping Lo tight- his head thrown back, eyes glazed over with pleasure- lips parted in a moan. Lo thrust their hips up higher, spreading their legs as wide as they would go until there was a faint aching in their thighs, a tightness that was overcome by the pleasure as Sol pumped in and out. Solomon slowed his pace briefly, pulling out nearly to the tip, holding Lo in place as they trembled. And then he thrust back in so quick and so deep, that Lo screamed.

The vampire repeated that a few times, each time leaving Lo shaking and screaming beneath him with pleasure.

He soon picked up a faster pace, beating in the steady rhythm, and then letting it build and build until a scream of his own poured over his lips. Solomon shuddered as he came, spilling into Lo as he looked down at them through glassy eyes, both left breathless.

Lo smiled up at him, and Solomon smirked, pulling out of Lo as they shuddered and he climbed off the bed. 

“Oh, I guess we’re not done yet, are we?” Lo asked, sitting up on their elbows.

Solomon shook his head, and then his hands were on Lo’s hips pulling them across to the edge of the bed where he was kneeling. 

Sol was destroyed by the pleasure Lo had given them. It was nothing like he’d ever felt. They were warm, they were tight, and incredibly soft- and just beautiful. And Sol couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty at taking all the pleasure for himself. 

Here was this selfless human, who had taught him how to be kind- how to live, how to- how to love. And in return Sol had brought them nothing but pain. Pain and miserable suffering at the hands of his own kind. And Sol had been so selfish as to even feed from them. 

Lo had said over and over that they didn’t mind. That the vampire needed to feed, and they were more than happy to oblige. 

But Solomon didn’t have to be selfish right now. 

Their eyes trailed in between Lo's legs, taking in every curve of skin, every inch between their legs, trailing his eyes up their stomach, their hips, their chest, up their soft neck, until his gaze met their eyes.

"Fucking hell you're stunning." He growled.

Solomon didn’t feel selfish as he pulled Lo to the edge of the bed, spreading their legs wide and taking them in his mouth as he knelt on the ground like a disciple ready to worship.

He didn’t feel selfish as he sucked, and kissed and licked, only focused on making Lo feel good. 

Focusing on their pleasure Solomon was attuned to every moan- every whimper and whine that grew as he continued. He ran his hands up and down the soft flesh of their thighs, moaning himself as Lo reached down to let a hand fist through his hair. 

The hand on the back of his head forced him down deeper, faster, stronger- and Lo let out such a beautiful cry that Solomon didn’t mind. 

He continued, devouring every inch, every crevice and measure of sensitive skin between the human’s legs as Lo began to tremble. Sol kissed along the inside of their soft thighs, sucking lightly at the gentle skin. He could smell the fresh, sweet blood under the surface, hunger pains spiking through him- but he pushed that thought down, going back to only focus on giving his human as much pleasure as possible. 

Lo let out another moan, a deep guttural sound and they gripped Sol’s hair tighter, moving his head until it was at that same spot on their thigh, nearly as high up inside their leg as he could go. 

The human growled out a singled word, sounding so desperate- so needy, that it sent something feral coursing through the vampire’s veins.

“Feed."

Solomon hesitated, if only for a moment. He began to kiss and lick at the spot, feeling Lo squirming pleasantly beneath him, when the hand in his hair wrenched his head back, forcing him to look up into Lo’s bright- beautiful eyes. 

“No venom.” Lo commanded. “I want to feel every second of you.” 

And then his head was back in between Lo’s thighs- their beautiful thighs- the gorgeous warm skin- and Sol could already taste the thick, rich blood beneath the surface. 

So when Lo forced his lips back into that specific spot- the spot they knew was his favorite, and when they uttered a simple ‘please,’ Solomon could barely contain himself.

Lo screamed as the vampire’s fangs pierced into their sensitive flesh. But Sol recognized it- it was the same scream that came from their mouth as he thrust deep inside of them only minutes ago.

A scream of pleasure- not of pain. 

And Solomon realized he could make this just as good for them as it was for him. 

At the first taste of their blood Solomon moaned, the sound vibrating in between Lo’s legs and Sol could feel them shiver. 

It was thick, and sweet, and heavy on his tongue- and warm. Just like the rest of Lo had been. 

With one hand Solomon cupped their thigh, pulling it into his mouth, sucking deeper and deeper with every gulp. His other hand reached beside his head, teasing and touching and prodding between Lo’s legs. 

Lo’s head slammed back into the bed with a moan, thrusting themselves into Sol’s hand. Sol continued to drink, taking extra care to be slow, drawing this out to make it last as long as possible. He reached underneath Lo’s legs, dipping a long finger inside of them and circling it around. He felt a rush of satisfaction as Lo began to shake. From the loss of blood, or the pleasure, Sol couldn’t quite tell. 

He added a second finger as he sucked in another mouthful of blood, and began to pulse them in and out, twisting them around, working Lo carefully as he drank. 

Eventually Lo’s body stilled, overcome with the pleasure and the beginning stages of blood loss. Sol glanced up as he felt them settle, the moans and whimpers dying down. Their body had grown slightly pale but there was a soft smile on their face, lips parted open to let the breaths ease through. 

Unless Sol wanted to kill them (which would no doubt ruin the mood), he should probably finish soon. 

He thrust his hand deeper inside of Lo as he took a final drink, and then pulled away with his mouth and his hand at the same time. The human’s body relaxed, legs falling against the bed as they let out a soft whine. Sol leaned down to lap up at the last few drops that were leaking from his bite. He trailed his tongue across the pinpricks, and then between Lo’s legs once more, feeling them shudder. He climbed back onto the bed towards Lo, keeping his mouth locked onto them, trailing his tongue from between their legs to their hips, up their ribcage and across their chest, across their neck and up their jawbone. Finally ending it with gentle kisses across their cheeks and jaw, and a few soft ones across Lo’s lips. 

As Sol kissed their lips softly Lo began to kiss back, gently sweeping their tongue between the vampire’s lips, and for a moment Sol wished Lo could taste it. Could taste exactly how sweet they were- how rich and divine and beautiful. 

Finally they both pulled away, breathless. Lo turned inwards to the vampire and he pulled them close against his chest, shuffling across the bed to nestle them both against the pillows. Sol grabbed the blanket, pulling it over them both and held the human close in his arms, listening to their breath, the beating of their heart- feeling the warmth of their skin. 

Sol knew he wouldn’t deserve someone like Lo in a thousand lifetimes. But he would do everything in his power to make himself believe that he did. 

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If you've read all the way to the end, thank you! This was the first shot I took at writing something like this, and there'll probably be more of it in the future. Huge shout out to @raddyscoops for indulging me and urging me to get this written. Taglist for Marlowe: @imagination1reality0 @thecyrulik @whumpsday @termsnconditions-apply @spectral-whumpy-writer @raddyscoops (Let me know if you don't want to be tagged in the spicy stuff or if anyone else wants to be added).