#Edward Dalton x Reader

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Edward Dalton

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(human s/o)

- There’s a stretch of land outside of town that hasn’t been touched in ages. It's the discarded remains of a once busy urban neighborhood. A place that's been torn apart and left in shambles after a series of events that you weren’t around to witness. There’s a layer of dust on everything you haven’t bothered moving, like a poorly kept museum of all things mundane. It's the evidence of hundreds of peoples lives that you really don’t have the heart to rifle through; not unless absolutely necessary.

- You don’t know its story, but you’ve come to call it home. It’s the safest place you’ve found in a considerably long time: a lot of sun and not a lot of shade. You have a running hypothesis that someone, somewhere decided that turning the area into something more sustainable; particularly for the new world order of night-dwelling monsters, simply wasn't worth the effort. It's a decision that's left even it's darkest spaces uninhabited; the only signs of life being the occasional passing car.

- Though you're not as jumpy as you used to be; lured into a false sense of security by the continual absence of dangerous company, you still find yourself feeling like a deer in the middle of an empty forest. You freeze at every little sound, watch for any hint of danger, bolt at any suspicion of company.

- You wonder if Edward makes the same connection when the two of you meet for the first time. You wonder if he feels like the opposite: feels like a prowling wolf when he stands in the shadows, watching the sun glint off of your hair from his place in the absence of it. You wonder how many deer's have seen the same glowing pin pricks in the middle of the darkness surrounding them. You wonder how many of them knew that the flickering lights meant death.

- A part of you doesn’t believe it when you see the amber shine of his eyes, maybe because you really don’t want to believe it: don’t want to believe that you’re going to have to leave, to find another home after all of this time. Your stomach drops and you hope that there’s some explainable reason as to why you’re seeing those two little lights: like when you envision a body out of random clothes and furniture in the darkness of your bedroom.

- But there’s no explanation, none besides the obvious, and you’re forced to stand frozen in place as you wait for them to make a move, knowing that the two of you are equally trapped, one in the sunlight and the other in the shade.

“You’re human.” He says in surprise, glowing eyes moving as he tilts his head in the darkness, trying to look at you closer without risking a potential burn from the sun which separates you. You stagger further away, further into the heat of the light behind you, and he assures you that it’s okay, that he’s not going to hurt you. You don’t believe him.

“What are you doing here?” You question, eyes flickering around the room for a potential weapon. You’re safe for the time being, but that won’t last forever.

“I used to work around here when I was younger. The grocery store down the road, I stocked the shelves in high school,” He starts to explain, pausing to look for a sign of recognition in your eyes. You keep your expression guarded and he continues. “I remembered it the other day. I wanted to see what happened to it, that’s all.”

“In the daytime?”

“The only time I have off.” He replies lightheartedly. You don’t offer a smile.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to come here and scare you. I didn’t think I was gonna find anyone. Everyone thinks this place is abandoned.” He tries reassuring you.

“That’s kind of the point.” You reply curtly.

“Yeah, but….” His words trails off.

“But?” You prod warily.

“Well, they’re tearing it down,” He answers. “Everyone’s been talking about it, it’s part of why I came down here. They’re gonna salvage what they can and build around it. Block out the sun.”

“You’re not, you’re not gonna be safe here for very much longer. I’m actually surprised that no one’s found you yet. With all of the planning that’s been going on, there’s had to have been dozens of people coming down here and scoping everything out. How long have you been here?” He questions, though you can't bring yourself to answer him, still trying to process what he's just revealed to you.

- You'd seen it coming of course, anyone with half a brain would have seen it coming. But that was when you'd first discovered the area: when you were still hiding away from every shadow and tensing at every sudden noise. If it was going to happen, then it would have happened already: you'd told yourself. And over time, you'd actually begun to believe it. You'd convinced yourself that the rest of the world had forgotten about the deserted town, the same way they'd forgotten about you....

- The thought of dozens of vampires stumbling through the place you'd begun to call your home made you sick. The thought of them crawling through the streets and the corridors of different buildings, of their fingerprints dusting over your own on all of the same railings and door handles, of them just barely missing you....

"You should come with me." The man interrupts your inner breakdown. The idea is almost enough to make you laugh but instead, you simply look at him like he's crazy.

"I-I know you have no reason to trust me, but there's gonna be a lot more vampires coming down here. I mean, maybe not today or tomorrow, but soon. And there's nothing left around here, everything's been torn down, it's ...taken over. ...I have a spare bedroom at my place-" He rambles, urging you to listen to him, to agree to come home with him.

"Do you really expect me to take you up on that offer?" You interrupt, asking the question incredulously. He flounders for something to say, very obviously knowing that you wouldn't agree yet still hoping that you would.

"No," He finally comes up with. "But you should."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not like them."

- His efforts in convincing you to leave with him are about as successful as one could imagine. You adamantly refuse, blatantly dodging his questions and attempts to wrangle information out of you: information about what you'll do and where you'll go once the rest of his kind start to invade. He ultimately leaves you alone, though not before giving you his home address. And in the days that follow, you're forced to admit that Edward was telling the truth.

- Vampires do start to invade, and though none of them ever come as close as he did, you know that you're running out of time. You have to make your escape and you have to make it fast, make it before anyone else can discover that you're there. So with little other choice, you find yourself sneaking into your supposed allies quiet little suburb....

- He answers the door with a hint of confusion, probably because there's no one on the other side of it, at least no one that he can see. You're hiding a little ways away, your mind telling you not to reveal yourself until you're sure that he's alone; not to mention whether or not you're sure that you've arrived at the right house. He looks awestruck when you finally emerge, stilling at the sight of you before he quickly ushers you inside, looking around to ensure that no ones watching as you hesitantly step past him and through his front door.

- You're sure that your discomfort is obvious, and though he tries to hide it, Edward seems equally as uncomfortable in your presence as you are in his. It feels as though he didn't think he'd get this far, and now that he has, he's unsure of what to do next. He settles for showing you around, jumping from thing to thing as you slowly trail after him, watching as he demonstrates how to turn on the shower, and the coffee maker, and the security system, and so on.

"I uh, I drink pigs blood." He explains when the two of you reach his kitchen. He awkwardly glances from you to the bottles stacked in his fridge, seemingly hemming and hawing over how much of the shelves he should show you, worrying that he'll make you even more wary of your newfound predicament. "All animal product ...so you uh, you don't have to worry."

- He tells you to let him know if there's anything you need or will be needing in the future while he shows you to your room. He flicks the lights on and continues his tour. The room is neater than the rest of the house, lacking the stacked books and boxes of documents that seem to reside along the molding of every other wall in the house. It's simple and barren, almost sterile looking; especially in comparison to the very lived-in apartments that you'd grown used to residing in ever since humans went into hiding.

- It's surprisingly easy to get used to living with Edward. When you'd first arrived, you'd spent a week or so walking on eggshells; feeling like a nervous cat being taken home from the shelter. But it's hard to be afraid of a man who seems equally as afraid of you. It's also hard to be afraid of a man who rambles awkwardly about period products, and whether or not it's okay that he got chunky peanut butter instead of smooth because that's "all they had at the store". Not to mention, a man who's hit his head; and limbs, multiple times after being startled by your sudden arrival.

- Edward grows on you. And, judging from his recently longstanding lack of injuries, you've seemed to grow on him as well.

- You grow on him so much, in fact, that it starts to make him nervous. There’s a feeling that bubbles in his chest whenever you smile at him. It surfaces when you let him touch you, let him feel your pulse lingering beneath his fingers when he puts a hand on your shoulder or clasps your necklace. It claws at him when you stop to fix his hair in the evening before he leaves for work, or when you hand him the papers he forgot at the table. He realizes, with a feeling akin to realizing that you're at the edge of a cliff, that he's begun to fall in love with you. And thus, his inner conflict begins....

- Edward finds it far too easy to forget you're not together. His mind wanders when he's away from you, when his skin still tingles from the feeling of your touch. When you leave the room and the warmth of your body still lingers on whatever you'd been laying on. When you borrow his coat and give it back to him heated and laced with perfume. When he returns home and finds you waiting for him, his unpleasant thoughts interrupted by the sight of your face. For a few blissful moments, he allows himself to pretend that you're his: that you love him back and that you never plan on leaving, that you're not by his side purely out of personal convenience.

- He finds himself wanting to indulge you because in doing so, he indulges himself. He takes pleasure in making you happy, in knowing that he's, in some way, responsible for making you feel that way. It feels so ...domestic being able to take care of you, a bit like he's your husband. It's a fantasy that's broken when you happen to come across another human during one of your carefully planned outings.

- He watches you stare at each other from his place in the shadows. Watches you hurriedly introduce yourselves, shock, excitement, and relief flooding across both of your features. It's a sobering sight, a quick and harsh reminder that he has no “power over you”. That, no matter how much effort he puts into making you happy or how desperately he wants you to care about him, there's still nothing tying you to him. He wonders if he’d even be a thought in your head if that stranger asked you to go with them. 

- He weighs his options before he slowly steps out into the open. The sound of his footsteps drawing the attention away from you and onto him. He watches the panic rise, watches the stranger make a move to run, grabbing your arm and attempting to pull you with them; to pull you away from him. The sight makes his stomach churn, a feeling that's only partially relieved when you plant your feet and refuse to move.

- There's a hint of betrayal that crosses their features when you try to explain the situation. When the realization dawns on them; when it becomes obvious that the two of you are together, they drop your arm as though they've been burned. They don't listen as you try to reason with them, they merely back away and hurriedly leave.

"Lets go." You tell him when they're finally gone, your voice and expression giving him nothing to work with when trying to gauge how you're feeling. He apologizes for scaring them away while the two of you drive home in silence. 'It's probably for the best': you tell him and he swallows at the sound of it, wondering what you mean.

- Edward is selfless when it comes to you, but he finds himself wanting to be selfish. He wants to beg you to consider him: to consider how perfect things could be if you just gave him a chance. He knows he could make you happy: could make you want to stay forever.

- But he can't bring himself to pressure you. So instead, he settles for something smaller. Settles for biting his tongue when he finds himself thinking you'd be better off somewhere else. Settles or hesitating to respond when you mention other humans. Settles for halfheartedly advising against it whenever you ask to go searching for something or someone or somewhere. To deny you is one thing, to procrastinate and refuse to instigate is another. Isn't it?

"Maybe we should start looking for more people downtown," You suggest one night. The words make his throat feel tight and though he has a million questions racing through his mind, he remains silent and waits for you to speak again. When you do, it's with a joking tone. "I'm sure you'd like to get me out of your hair at ...some point."

"I like having you here." He says after a heavy swallow. It sucks all of the lightheartedness out of the room: far too earnest and full of restrained emotion. The moment of silence which follows feels tense, almost suffocating. He interrupts it with an almost melancholic goodnight, leaving you to overthink things all on your own for the rest of the "night".

- The house feels different after that, different in a way you can't quite place. It reminds you of when you first arrived at Edwards home, when he was always either too quiet or too talkative: watching you silently or rambling nervously in an attempt to fill the silence.

- The night he cooks you dinner is a night where he's chosen to be silent. He seems hyper focused on the meal he's preparing: deep in thought as though there's something on his mind other than the task at hand. When he cracks open an expensive bottle of wine, you teasingly ask if you're celebrating something, trying to lighten the tense mood that's seemed to permeate the air as soon as he'd gotten home from work. He gives you a tight-lipped smile and an unconvincing chuckle in response, pouring you a glass with a hand that trembles ever so slightly.

"The time I've spent with you these past few months has meant a lot to me," You've finished half of your plate by the time he's gathered the nerve to finally reveal what's been eating away at him. "And that day when we met the other human, it proved to me how much you have come to mean to me. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want us to stay together. I don't care where: whether it's here or somewhere else. I just want to be with you."

- Your throat feels tight by the time he's finished, choked with emotion as your heart hammers in your chest. His eyes meet yours over the table, shining like candlelight while you give him a shaky smile, trying to collect yourself and all of the nerves that are going haywire at his makeshift confession.

"I don't want to pressure you-" He starts when you struggle to respond.

"-You're not." You hurriedly insist, watching the way he slowly begins to smile after reading the expression on your face.

- You share your first kiss not long after. You hear him come into the room before you see him, feel his hands on your body before you can turn to look. His touch is featherlight as it glides across your skin, lingering gently on your shoulders before he slowly turns you around, stepping just that bit closer before he softly connects your lips. The feel of them is icy, a sharp contrast to the warmth of your own. He exhales harshly as he takes it in, his body shuddering pleasantly at the unfamiliar sensation. His kisses grow needier when you don't pull away, pulling every thought out of your head and making you forget what you'd been doing just moments before.

- You think you'd be okay with forgetting everything as long as he kept kissing you like that....

- Public displays of affection are sort of nonapplicable in your relationship. Since you're human and humans are considered enemies of the state, no one can know that you exist, and even if they did, they cannot know that the two of you are together. Even if you're in front of other humans, it's not wise for you to let them know that the two of you are dating: not knowing how much they'll trust you if they knew, or what kind of danger you could get into it because of it. You are; or the two of you are, for all intents and purposes, a secret.

- Edward marvels at your humanity: the feel of your heartbeat, the heat of your skin. It's been ten years since he was human and he's nearly forgotten the feeling of it, making it hard for him to keep his hands to himself. Oftentimes, his affection is innocent: caressing you and trailing his fingers down your arms and spine, watching your body shiver and react. Even before the two of you were together, he'd struggle to contain himself: wanting so badly to touch you yet knowing it wasn't his place; his hands shaking with needy anticipation every time you were close to him.

- Him pressing his lips to your forehead before connecting his own forehead to the exact same spot, holding you close to him as he savors the moment and the feel of you locked in his arms.

- You probably have a scar from when the two of you first met, and he sometimes likes to press kisses to it or smooth his fingers across the harsh line; absentmindedly trailing a soft caress against the marred skin and reminiscing about your relationship.

- His kisses have a tendency to be chaste yet they still manage to linger. There's a lasting neediness behind his affection, even when the action itself is nothing of the sort. Although, sometimes he loses himself in the moment before having to force himself to pull away, struggling to stay in control as his desires and his impulses take hold of him. You're an addiction he has to grow used to; for your sake and for his own.

- Cuddling up on the couch together.

- He has a habit of falling asleep on the couch so you usually have to poke him awake and urge him into bed with you. You also have to keep a somewhat nocturnal schedule yourself if you want to be able to cuddle with him. He's a busy man so most of the time you spend with each other is spent in bed, having him wrap himself around you from behind and murmur quietly in your ear.

- He usually just calls you by your given name or a casual nickname. He's not a sappy person; especially when it comes to terms of endearment, so the farthest he'll go is calling you sweetheart or affectionately referring to you as his heating pad or something of the sort. That being said: he has shocked you by earnestly calling you "his sun", making you want to cry with how sweet and genuine it sounded falling from his lips.

- Earnest little compliments spoken out of nowhere. You'll be doing nothing special and he'll just randomly interrupt you with a "you're so beautiful"; sometimes before you even realize he was there and/or watching you. The way he says it makes it seem as though it was something he just had to tell you, the level of sincerity in it making your heart skip a beat.

- He can honestly stare at you for ages. You've sort of become like an exotic beauty: the normal colored eyes, squared teeth, skin with more pigment than ashy paleness, etc.

- You also find yourself staring: safely indulging in the foreign beauty of something you're meant to fear. He gets a bit shy under your gaze which only ever seems to make him even more handsome.

- He's the perfect sketching partner to have if you happen to be an artist because he generally stays pretty still regardless of what he's doing; making it relatively easy to doodle away while he's lost in thought or busy with his own work.

- Parallel play. He likes being able to do his work and/or read while you occupy yourself in the same space as him.

- Having him read to you. Your boyfriend has the voice of an angel, and he kind of loves it whenever you curl up next to him and ask him to read aloud, brushing off his attempts to tell you that it's boring science stuff and that you wouldn't be interested in it. You tell him that it's "even better" and that he can bore you to sleep as you nuzzle into him, smiling to yourself as he readjusts himself and starts to speak.

- Him giving you massages. They're kind of just excuses for him to touch you for prolonged periods of time, but that's neither here nor there.

- Dancing around to the radio with him.

- Having dinner together. I feel like he'd enjoy cooking for you and though he's initially embarrassed by the idea of eating in front of you, he slowly starts to get used to it.

- Since normal food is kind of hard to come by, he probably sets up a home garden for vegetables and other edible things; not telling you about the specifics until things start actually growing so that he doesn't get your hopes up. The smile on your face when you realize what he's been doing all [this] time makes all of the trouble and the hard work worth while.

- Getting little lectures on all of his plants. Sitting patiently and listening to him explain all of the different conditions and strains of orchids that there are, and how if they get too much water they get root rot and this and that. He probably gets you potted pants more than flowers because it looks less suspicious for a single man in his "30s" to bring home a succulent rather than an entire bouquet.

- Getting brough home little treats: pastries, chocolates, etc. He always double checks to make sure they don't contain any blood, yet there has been a few incidents that you're forced to laugh off in an attempt to make him feel better and end his mortification.

- Edward is the chief hematologist of a major corporation: the man has mad money and he likes to spoil you however he can. He takes note of all of the things you like and talk about so that he can go out and get them for you.; since you're sort of incapable of leaving the house and buying them for yourself.

- He undoubtedly gets you new clothes to wear once the two of you start living together; or goes on a run with you to help you grab your old belongings, but nothing compares to when you first joined him at his home and had to wear his clothes because you didn't have any of your own. It's seared into his memory and it's very erotic for him. Like, he might have to jump you if you wear his clothes after the fact because now you're his and he can finally act on those impulses; instead of repressing them like he was forced to do before then.

- Personalized jewelry.

- Getting asked by him if he looks okay since he cant see himself in any mirrors or other reflection's. He always stays still and cherishes your little touches as you adjust things for him: smiling at you softly as you brush his hair back or do his tie for him.

- Remembering to lock up his house for him. He's notorious for forgetting to do so and getting his place consistently broken into, but he tries to be better about it now that he has you: not being able to afford the risk of someone walking in and finding you.

- You may or may not have a habit of biting him and he may or may not find it really amusing. I mean it's obviously pretty ironic given the situation, but he also likes how not scared of him you are and the teasing playfulness behind the action. It also might turn him on a little but he's not prepared to delve into those confusing feelings right now so lets not talk about it.

- He thinks it's kind of cute when you try to celebrate his birthday with him: smiling at you fondly as you peck him on the cheek and make jokes about him "looking great for his age". He probably calls you his gift whenever you make comments about not really being able to get him one, pulling you in and kissing you on the temple after blowing out his candles.

- He tries to dissuade you from smoking and drinking, wanting you to be as healthy as possible for as long as possible. He'd probably try to cut back on his own smoking as well, muttering shyly about secondhand smoke whenever you ask him about it.

- There's something so ...human about the way you tell jokes: so much so that he can't help but smile and laugh along with you; even though he's a little rusty when it comes to indulging in comedy. You have to grow used to his sense of humor as well: learn to love the dry delivery of his somewhat stunted attempts at being funny. You might not always realize he's trying to joke with you, but you get better with it over time.

- Edward genuinely can't remember what it's like to be human so he occasionally asks you little open ended questions in your more quieter moments together: questioning how your mind or body works, asking about your fears and emotions, etc. In return, you ask him to tell you about vampirism: listening intently to his words, noticing how they always seem to take a sour turn....

- Edward really yearns to be human so he'd probably try to avoid changing you for as long as possible, perhaps even outright refusing to let you go through with it if you expressed interest. It's an emotional thing for him, something he holds back and represses, yet something you can still see affecting him all of the time: the want to be you even when he's so successful and safe being him. It hurts to see, to feel it in his touches and hear it in his voice: the remorse and the envy and the agony that he tries so hard to conceal. There's a lingering melancholy that resides in some of the moments between the two of you: in the way that he comments on little things or tells you that you should do something; noticing right away that it's a sort of attempt to live vicariously through you.

- Speaking of, he enjoys watching you do things that he can't: basking in the sun, eating real food, drinking plain water, etc. There's a hint of sadness there, but you still indulge him, smiling at and kissing him before going through with it.

- Bringing things out of the sunlight to show to him.

- Secret meeting places and hideouts.

- The two of you mostly go out during the day, cruising in his car and making stops in shaded areas. It keeps the two of you safe from everyone's prying eyes and it's nice to get some fresh air after being stuck in the house all night.

- He always tries to refuse your blood: even when you insist that he drinks it because it's safer than the alternative of him going around without getting his fill; and because he's literally risking his own life when fighting to keep you safe. He still hesitates; even as you make jokes about it being humanely sourced, only following through when you tell him that it'll make you more comfortable. He gets used to it but he never gets entitled, and the puppy dog lovey eyes that he gives you whenever you give him a drink makes any pain that might come from it worthwhile. Frankie bitingly calls you his "bloodbag" when he first notices what must be going on, and it truly enrages Edward every time.

- Comforting him after his fights with Frankie.

- You probably have a couple tense moments with his brother; if he even knows you exist at all. There'd be times where he'd show up at the house unannounced and you'd sit in silence, his eyes trained on you in a somewhat predatory fashion. You'd stay stock still until Edward returned home and sorted things out, feeling the tension between the two of you boil and your stomach tie up in knots, not knowing if he'll turn you just because. He tries to be nice but regardless of his temperament and how much you may or may not arguably like him, you still struggle to fully trust him; especially since Edward doesn't seem to as well.

- Honestly though, there's probably even more tension between the two of them now because Frankie would want Edward to finally understand why he did what he did, viewing your predicament as similar to his own. Someone you love is capable of dying and leaving you all alone, don't you get it Edward? It would piss Frankie off to see him still be so conflicted: to see that he still couldn't understand, that he refused to understand. He hates to hear him say that he's not going to change you: that he didn't want to be turned so why would he force it on you? It's like pouring salt in the wound.

- Hiding away when company comes or somebody threatens to stumble across you, sometimes pressed against one another so tightly that he can hear/feel your heart beating a mile a minute. He sets up a certain place in his house where you're meant to go whenever you think someone's coming over, ensuring that no one finds you and keeping you out of harms way.

- Doing your best to protect him from the sun.

- Reassuring him and trying to help him let go of some of his guilt after he comes home from work. He goes into the office everyday and sees the tortured faces of his test subjects right before coming home and seeing your bright and cheery loveliness. It just makes his work even harder: to think that they were once like you and that you could, at some point, be just like them....

- He probably keeps your picture or a note you've written him in his wallet/on his person at all times. Yet the feeling of it seems to burn against his skin whenever he's feeling guilty: a reminder of what he's involved in; a question of how he can love you yet do that to them....

- Considering the fact that you can't really leave his house, there's not a lot of instances where Edward has the chance to be jealous over you. There might be a few fleeting moments of him getting a little annoyed with his younger brother for asking to touch you or things of the like, but it's anyone's guess as to whether that has to do with actual jealousy or just plain protectiveness. That being said: most of Edwards jealousy is retroactive. You'll mention, or maybe even introduce him to, one of your ex's and though he'll try to be normal about it, he'll find himself gritting his teeth and acting a bit passive aggressive. It's those "oh really" and "I bet he is" sort of statements that give him away.

- Edward protects you with his mind rather than his fists. He protects you by putting himself on the line for you, by keeping you out of harms way, by convincing his brother that he's going to change you when you're closer in age, etc. He's incredibly protective but due to his intelligence and careful planning, you don't get to witness the effects of it all too often.

- The two of you don't argue often, but sometimes you manage to tick him off the same way his younger brother does. He wants to be seen as the man of the house: to be respected and thought of as being in charge. When you don't listen to him or undermine him in some way, you hit a bit of a nerve. He might raise his voice if he gets really annoyed, but most of the time, he just acts a bit mockingly: smirking, and scoffing, and looking away/rolling his eyes. Occasionally, he acts impulsively and regrets it after the fact: immediately feeling bad whenever you get upset and walk away, wanting to say something to you but not knowing what.

- Silent treatments and tense houses are commonplace after arguments. Edward stews in silence when he's angry, he keeps his words short and he grits his teeth. You're dating a man with sass so expect to encounter it. If he misses you enough, he'll cut the standoff short. And, even though he's still annoyed, he'll push past it and try to talk things out.

"Sit down," He'll borderline command, wincing slightly at the way it comes out. " ...please? Lets talk."

- Edward tells you that he loves you a lot; especially during difficult times when he wants to reiterate how much you mean to him. He wants you to know that, even though he's going through some stressful things that might have him acting out of character, he still cares for you very deeply.

- Edward wants to find a way to become human for you. He views vampirism as unsustainable, unfulfilling, sometimes even dangerous. He's not happy being what he is and he wont be happy turning you into one either. Not to mention the fact that he wants a family with you....

[mandowifey]

Hello lovely. I saw your post, hope your asks are still open. Thank you so much for your kind offer 😊

I feel very horrid, just been back from hospital. Long covid. Looking for an uplift. My pronouns are she/her.

I love art, writing, being creative. I love cooking and snuggling up on the sofa with warm cosy clothes, blankets, drinking cocoa and chatting. I love gardens and growing things.

Thank you 🥰

WAHHH I am so sorry you were sick! I'm double sorry this took me forever; it's nice to do something for you too. You interact with a lot of my work! ❤️

That being said I assign you...

Edward Dalton.

Edward Dalton x Reader

Warnings: Some NSFW, biting/blood drinking (the guy is a vampire, lmao), established relationship, comfort, and general fluff vibes with some angst on his end.

(This is unedited!)

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When his lips touched your throat, the world fell quiet. All you could hear was the frantic thrum of your pulse and the quiet drone of news on a distant television. Edward stills like he's reconsidering, and the breath that huffs through his nostrils tells you he's at war.

"I-it's okay."

He tenses and withdraws completely. Dismayed, you watch as the heavy eyed vampire settles back against the couch and looks away from you. His brows vex while his lips press to a thin line of a frown. You soften and crawl to him on the couch, reaching to encompass one of his cold hands inside your warm ones. This happened frequently enough to become routine. Edward was complex and the only vampire you knew who refused to drink human blood.

"I can't."

"I know."

Fingers twitch inside your palms, and you watch as his body stiffens. Edward isn't looking at you now, and your experience tells you that he's blaming himself. Patiently, you draw a blanket around the two of you and shift to lean your weight into his side. Edward is unmoving, but you hear his breath catch as your head drops to his shoulder. Neither of you say anything for what seems like an hour.

"You really want me to?"

His voice tugs you out of your dozing state, and you take a moment to process what he's asking. Edward finally turned his head, his face inches from your own while those haunted citrine eyes burn into yours. He looks sunken more than usual. The grooves under his cheek bones were deeper, and his eyes held bags beneath them.

He needed to eat.

"What are you asking me, Edward? If I want you to bite me or I want you to feed?" He winces at your tone and drops his gaze ashamedly. "You know the answer," You soften your words and cup his chin to look at you. "I'm okay with it, really I am. I'm not just saying that because, first of all, I know that shit is gonna hurt. And secondly, maybe I really trust you."

That tugs something in the man as he smiles faintly and turns his head to kiss into your palm. He can hear your pulse and the strong beat of your heart against your ribs. Your scent, healthy and young, appealing to him even more now that he was nearly starving. Mouth watering, Edward swallowed and brought you closer. There is a moment he looks at you, disbelieving he ever deserved you to begin with.

"If it starts to hurt too much, i-if you feel like you're gonna pass out, anything, I need you to try stop me." There is gravity to his words. If he lost control drinking from you, he could quite easily rip your throat and kill you on this couch. There would not be a single thing you could do to stop him. He was afraid of himself and afraid of hurting you.

You smile and nod as your thumb brushes his bottom lip. It was enough, and Edward kisses you. It's breathtaking, and your eyes fly closed as he envelopes you in his arms. His tongue flicks between your lips, and you greet him with your own. He groans softly, straining to keep his composure as he tastes you. Withdrawing and leaving you gasping, he kisses along your jaw and towards your neck. Goosebumps prickle on your skin as you dip your head back, exposing the arch of your throat.

Mouthing your flesh, Edward kitten licks over your pulse once again. You can feel his body tense and his chest swell as he braces himself. Your eyes are closed, holding perfectly still and trying not to tense - Edward mentioned something about tensing and making it difficult to bite through the skin. The pause this time is shorter, and you feel the scrape of his teeth as his jaws begin to open.

The breaking of flesh was a pain you'd never experienced before. You gasp as your hands fly to grasp his sides and curl into his shirt. An ache spread up your neck and down into your arm. Edward gasps above you as his jaws lock, and his grip becomes bruising. The warmth was leaving you steadily now as you spilled into his lips, your heart hammering so hard you thought it might pop. He groans into your skin, his tongue lashing against you as he sucks, he was losing himself in it, unable to think clearly while the primal desire to feed overwhelms his frontal lobe.

When your head began to swim and numbness prickled in your arms, you knew you were close to passing out. "Edward," your voice sounded far away. "I'm not feeling so well." It was difficult to speak. You were exhausted in a way you had never felt before. "Please." You whimper, unsure of how long it'd been and if you had lost enough for your heart to stop. In the moment, you can briefly recall hearing about humans only being able to lose about half a gallon of blood before dying.

There's a noise that escapes Edward that startles you. He dug his fingers tighter into your back before he wrenches his mouth off of you with a strangled gasp. Black spots burst in your eyes as you look up at him, hardly recognizing the blown pupils and bloody mouth of your lover. You're trying to talk, but your tongue is heavy and throat dry. As you lose consciousness, you hear a pained whimper; "I'm sorry,"

☆

You awoke to a cool cloth against your forehead. All your senses needed time to reboot; you could hear the distant tv, smell something fragrant beside you, and feel the damp compress on your face. As your eyes open, you realize you are in the bedroom, and you sigh in relief. You hadn't died, which meant Edward kept himself under control.

"You're up!"

Edward steps into the room, holding a glass of water. He looks healthier, his face thickened, and his eyes sparkling. You smile to yourself and admire him for a moment as he draws closer and sits in the chair beside you. When he offers the water, you take it and drink eagerly while he watches. "You scared me, I thought I'd taken too much." He admits while he lays a hand against your leg.

"Nah, I'm just a wuss." You smile at him, and he smiles back.

"You weren't scared, were you?" He says suddenly, his eyes round as he searches your expression. Edward was always relentlessly concerned about you. You knew that this was a loaded question that would undoubtedly make him nervous.

"Not for a single second," you say, laying your hand over his. "I trust you, always and forever." There is something that moves in him, and you watch while he struggles with it. Edward felt undeserving of love due to what he was, and often times fought himself about having you around. You hoped in time you could heal that, and show him that - dead or undead - he was owed the world.

A smile tugs his lips, and he presses them to your temple. "I'll bring you something to eat, what would you like?" You watch as he stands and heads for the door, loving him for every single thing about him, including the droplets of your blood that still stained his white collar.

"Anything with red meat. Preferably bloody."

[wayward-persephone]

NSFW Alphabet List

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

List of Character Fanfic Requests V

ATTENTION ALL FANFIC READERS! I REPEAT, ATTENTION ALL FANFIC READERS!

My fifth list of character fanfic requests is opened for requests now.

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Loki Laufeyson-MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Vladislaus Dracula-Van Helsing (2004) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Dracula-Dracula 2000 (With Gerard Butler) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Vlad Tepes/Dracula-Dracula Untold 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Queen Akasha-Queen of the Damned (2002) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Jan Valek-John Carpenter's Vampires (1998) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Edward Dalton-Daybreakers (2009) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Prince Daemon Targaryen-House of the Dragon 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Prince Aemond Targaryen-House of the Dragon 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Arthur Curry-Aquaman 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

King Orm Marius-Aquaman 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Durza the Shade-Eragon (2006 movie with Robert Carlyle) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Credence Barebone-Fantastic Beasts Series 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Morgan Avery-Patient Zero (2018) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Archangel Michael-Legion (2010) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Symbols:

🌸-Fluff 

❤️‍🔥-Smut 

👐🏻-General 

 💐-Dating 

 💘-Romance 

🖤-Angst 

🔪🩸-Violence 

 🔞-NSFW

Citrus Scale: 

🍑 (Peach)-No Sexual Interactions 

🍎 (Citrus)-Romantic hug/or kiss 

🍊 (Orange)-Romantic hug/or kiss with a hint of sexual interaction 

 🍈 (Lime)-Heavy making out with light groping 

 🍋 (Lemon) Actual Sexual Intercourse

[s1nn3rwrld]

10th time // Edward Dalton x Reader

Tw: swearing, blood, knives, close biting, blood drinking

AN: so my nephew wanted to watch daybreakers today bc he saw his mom (my sister) watching it and since my sister wouldn’t let him watch it, being the cool uncle I am watched it for the 500th time (not kidding) with him and he loved it. So now my gay self has to write a fic of Ed bc he’s so fine istg.

Rated: 13+/ 14+ (maybe)

Also p.s my nephew is only 6. 🤭 I hope I made the right decision. But gotta teach em’ young.

Short little shit bc I’m busy with college 🙏

I also didn’t proofread so-

It was 20 minutes before sunrise. Ed had just came home and did the dishes.

You grabbed a pencil and paper from the table and start drawing, Ed peeked over a few times to see what you were drawing.

It wasn’t really anything special, just some lines and patterns crossing each other.

You yawned as Ed finished up. The sun was up by now, you could tell.

Ed walked to the couch, humming to himself. He did some work himself on a blood thing Bromley Marks were doing for some reason.

You stopped your drawing, put the pencil down and went to the couch. Ed looked stressed already, he just barely started. “Hey, you alright?” You fiddled with your black sweats, “I’m fine it’s just, Mr. Bromley wants me to do this stupid fucking shit that’s pointless.”

His eyes were glowing again, he growled slightly at the frustration he felt, he looked at you, like you were his prey.

He pinned you down on the couch and straddled you, even held down your wrists. “ED STOP” you kicked but he didn’t budge, you knew he was blood thirsty now, “wait wait wait Ed.” Tears were forming slightly, his breath on your neck scared you, “Ed please. I’ll give you blood, you don’t have to bite me.” He growled again but this time it was darker.

You managed to get out of his grip and run to the knifes, you grabbed a glass and cut your own hand with one of the knives. Ed was still on the couch, you could still see the glow of his eyes.

You poured your own blood in the glass. After you were done, Ed came walking to you, he grabbed your hand and licked the remaining blood.

He grabbed a cloth from his pocket and wrapped it around your hand. Sure he became savage all the sudden but he was gentle.

He grabbed the glass of blood and sipped it. Savoring the taste.

Frankie always said that you had a crush on Ed. You always denied it but it was true. It wasn’t just a stupid school girl crush, it was like you were in love with everything about him.

His eyes went to its natural pure gold color. You put your hand on his cheek, “Jesus your Cold.” You giggled, he did the same thing, “and your warm.” He smiled.

[wayward-persephone]

Okay but this looks so fun! 💙

put three names & a number in my ask

some fmk alternatives

stab, shoot or drown

fist fight, get drunk with, share a flat with

fight aliens with, fight zombies with, fight capitalism with

write a book with, read a book to, hit with a book

go on a six hour road trip with (no car radio, you choose who drives), sit next to on a six hour plane flight, sit across from on a six hour train journey

go clothes shopping with, go to ikea with, go grocery shopping with

go to a wedding with, go to a party with, go to a museum with

share a car with, share a bank account with, share a cake with

watch a soap opera with, go to a play with, watch your favourite movie with

netflix and chill with, go ice-skating with, play dodgeball against

[analogwriting]

It Comes in Waves

Chapter 3: Surging Waves

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader tw; some violence and mentions of slavery word count: 3.9k first|prev|next

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Six months have passed. Six months since you saw Luffy off. Six months since you've seen the Heart Pirates. Six months since Ace died. That day still haunted you and it’s all the papers talked about for weeks. You had only read the first one, barely able to stomach it. He had taken a molten fist through the chest by the same guy who had almost taken Luffy from you. The one you had hit with a spear.

If only you could’ve been there sooner…would it have made a difference?

Ace wasn’t the only significant death in the war. The world had lost an emperor and a father figure to many. Edward Newgate, also known as ‘Whitebeard.’ He was Ace’s captain and a wonderful man. You had the pleasure of meeting him a few times. He was always kind and caring, you could see why so many people called him ‘pops.’ You even found yourself calling him the same. He had even asked you to join his crew a couple of times, but you declined every time. He respected your decision, never pushing you but always welcoming your visits. Learning that he also died had sent you into an even deeper spiral.

After you left on your own, you threw yourself into work. The work that always prevented you from joining anyone’s crew. The work that you had been part of for a bit over a decade now. The work that had granted you your high bounty and made you an enemy of the Celestial Dragons. It was neverending work.

When Ace died and you left Luffy, you were so angry at the world. How could it take more people from you? Hadn’t you suffered enough? You took it out in your work. You were ruthless and relentless in your mission, giving yourself no time to rest in between heists. You were running yourself ragged, which almost landed you in the hands of the marines a couple of times. 

As time ebbed on,  the anger subsided and you let yourself slow down. You were running on fumes and that wouldn’t help anyone. If anything, you could make situations worse for everyone involved. You needed to take time to reboot. You also figured it was time to…process. Something you didn’t let yourself do. You’d kept your mind busy with your mission that you didn’t have time to dwell on it.

The island you landed on was that of a tropical one. Those were the ones you liked to stop at. They…reminded you of home. This one even had a large market that reminded you of the ones your island would have. Busy streets, lots of exotic foods, smiling faces of laughing families. It was bittersweet in your eyes.

You wandered the streets, taking it all in. You liked to familiarize yourself with the area before you settled in for the night. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for the most part. It seemed to be a peaceful place and somewhat of a resort hotspot. That could be good or that could be bad. And you were about to find out that it would be the latter.

Someone called your name. Not your name you go by everyday, no. But your government name. The one that was all over your wanted posters. The one people weren’t supposed to know if you weren’t in your iconic cloak. You weren’t supposed to be recognizable. 

Your blood ran cold and you faltered in your steps. A hand wrapped around your arm, catching you in an iron grip. Slowly, your head turned around as the voice also was familiar. Your eyes trailed up and it was him. Dalton Anwir. The man that had led the invasion of your island, slaughtered and enslaved your people. Enslaved you.

“I found you,” he spat, pure venom dripping into his words as his grip tightened on your arm. You shook your head, feeling panic set in. All of your years of fighting suddenly leaving you. You had no idea how to react right now. “I-I think you're mistaken,” you stammered, trying to pull away but unable to put up much of a fight with the amount of fear currently coursing through your veins. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were shaking. You could already hear the world growing more and more distant, the cries of your people echoing in your mind.

He suddenly grabbed your necklace and you stopped moving. “I can recognize this a mile away.” A malicious smile spread across his face. “You know your little stunt got me demoted. I acquired all those slaves but you were the one that a very important person wanted most.” He closed your necklace in his hand. “I know how important this is to your people. I don't know why, just that it is.” He pulled it slowly towards him and you followed. You couldn’t let it break. It was not only important in general but it was all you had left and carried everything you held dear to you. Close to your heart.

You knew it wouldn't break easy but you also couldn't let him tug it off either. You stayed there, staring at him, and unable to form words. Your mind was spinning. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t be here. He couldn’t recognize you. Why? Why did this have to happen?

Then a fist connected with your jaw and you began to fall to the ground when you felt him grab a fistful of your hair and pull you back up causing you to cry out in pain. The world turned blurry and the edges of your vision darkened. You couldn't think straight. How the hell was this happening? The last time you saw him was the North Blue. How the hell was he here? In the New World? There was no fucking way that this was happening right now.

“Please, just let me go,” you pleaded weakly, causing him to laugh. It was the first words you were really able to form and it fell on deaf ears. Not that you expected him to listen in the first place. “You think I'm going to let you go again? Absolutely not. You're coming with me and I'm getting my position back.”

He yanked you by your hair once more and you cried out once again, hands flying to the hand that was pulling on your hair. “Please!” You were desperate. You had no idea what to do. Everything you knew was gone and once more, you felt like the small child you once were. You pleaded then, just as you were now. The results were the same.

He lifted you by your hair and his fist connected to your jaw again but this time he let you fall to the ground. Once more, the world spun and your vision went white for a moment. Your head smacked the ground pretty hard and you were fighting to stay conscious at this point. Suddenly, you felt a heavy boot connect with your stomach and the world grew darker. A ring started in your ears - high pitched and annoying. You started coughing, spitting blood onto the gravel below you. You felt your body growing heavier and heavier but you couldn’t let yourself pass out.

You looked up, world still spinning and blurry. After a moment, you were able to make out his outline and his leg was rearing back, getting ready to connect with your stomach once again. You didn’t even have the strength to vocally protest let alone physically.

“Room.” 

A voice rang through the alleyway, almost omnipresent. A blue light enveloped you - almost too bright. You moved your hands to shield your eyes only to realize it wasn’t a light source. What the hell? Your head was ringing so you couldn't really make out the voice either. You watched as the man began to bring his foot down to stomp on you when you heard the omnipotent voice once more. 

“Shambles.” 

Next thing you knew, you were wrapped around something both soft like fur and rough like clothing. You blinked, trying to make the world stop spinning and make sense of the world around you. “W-what?” The attempt at speaking threw you into another coughing fit and you covered your mouth with your hand, wincing as you did so. Broken ribs definitely. When you pulled your hand away, you noticed more blood. Shit, you might just die.

Now that you weren’t in harm’s way and had a moment to recollect yourself, the world stopped spinning and it was slightly clearer. It was still a lot, however. You also weren’t at your best either.You hadn’t been taking care of yourself, after all.

“Y/n?” You looked up, noticing that you were in the arms of a polar bear. You were about to freak out before your memory helped you out. Right. He was part of that one guy’s crew. What was his name? Tra-? Traf? Traffy? No, that wasn’t right. You also just couldn’t think right now.

“Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Dalton barked. That's when you noticed the captain standing in front of you with two other crew members. What were their names? Then the duo looked back at you, offering a thumbs up and a smile. Their names hit you. Shachi and Penguin. You remembered playing cards with them one night when you were staying with them. They were scary good at poker. 

You looked towards their captain, taking in his lanky figure. Right. That was Trafalgar Law. It was coming back now. 

You blinked, unable to process that this was happening. What were the fucking odds? Did the gods finally decide to have mercy on you? Let you live this miserable life a little longer?

Law didn't answer the prick, looking back to you and quickly assessing your wounds. The expression on his face was illegible but he almost looked…concerned? You didn’t know why. You weren’t on his crew and you weren’t exactly friends. You owed him for saving Luffy but he didn’t owe you anything so…why was he helping?

“You know this is stealing, right?” Those words seemed to ignite a fire in Law’s eyes and anger flowed into them. He turned, very calmly, to the man a few feet from them. Dalton took a few steps forward but once he saw Law’s glare, he stopped.

“Stealing?” The grip on his sword grew tighter. Anger seemed to be radiating off of him despite the poker face he had.

“Yes. That's property of the Celestial Dragons, you see. I'm just taking them back where they belong.” The man smirked, thinking he had the upper hand by mentioning you belong to them. That’s how it usually worked. Throw the name Celestial Dragon out and people did whatever you wanted. They ruled the seas, after all. They were in control and always got what they wanted.

Law didn’t even flinch at the mention of them. His face remained the same, almost bored. “Yeah? Well, I'm a pirate. Stealing is what I do.” He lifted his hand.

“Room.” Once more, the blue hue formed, gathering around the area. “Amputate.” 

In a flash, the man was in pieces, though not bleeding and still alive. Law was sheathing his sword and you blinked. You hadn’t even seen the doctor move. You blamed it on the state you were in. Everything seemed like it was moving fast and you were having trouble following anything.

“Hey! You can't just leave me like this!” Dalton screamed, the parts wiggling around, trying to move. The doctor turned to you, looking you over. “We need to get you on the submarine.” As he spoke, he was starting to sound further and further away. “Fine! Fine! You can have them! Just put me back together!” The man was growing frantic as Law didn’t seem to have any intention of putting him back together. “You know they’re faulty goods, right? You know what they are, right?” he kept on going, but his words fell on deaf ears, just like your words did earlier.

Law stopped in his tracks, glaring at the man. “I know more about them than you ever will,” he spat.

“Captain!” You heard Bepo call for Law as you descended into darkness. 

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When you came to, your body felt like it weighed a million pounds. Much like it did some months ago. Only this time, you added physical pain to it. This must’ve been close to what Luffy felt like.

You groaned, moving your hand to shield your eyes from the bright lights above. “Oh, are the lights too bright?” A soft voice rang out and the harsh lighting dimmed. You blinked several times, trying to adjust quickly. Where were you? You tried sitting up, only to wince and settle back down. Oh fuck, this was the worst you’ve been in a long time.

“D-Don’t move too much! You're still healing!” You flinched slightly at the sudden noise. You looked over, seeing the polar bear from earlier. What was his name? That’s right. “Oh, don't worry, Bepo. I've been through worse,” you croaked. It was true. You’d been through a lot worse. This was nothing. It was only this bad because of the state you let yourself get to prior to the incident.

“Still! Even if you've been through worse, that doesn't mean that you should ignore the healing process!” A pout formed on Bepo’s face, concern contorting his features. Had he been watching over you while you were out? You faintly remember being in his arms before you passed out. Did he carry you back? Not to mention how you ended up in his arms. You knew that Law had a devil fruit power, you had seen him use it a bit when he was working on Luffy, but you didn’t know much about it otherwise.

Your thoughts came back to reality and you nodded at Bepo, offering a slight smile. “You got it, doc.” You voice was hoarse and felt like you had swallowed gravel.

“Bepo, you're not suffocating our guest, are you?” Law’s voice came from behind the large bear as he moved into view. He looked absolutely exhausted, like he hadn’t been getting any sleep. You supposed he looked like that before, but even moreso right now. What was keeping him up?

“No, captain! I'm just trying to make sure they take it easy. Can't have them unsetting their ribs and opening their wounds.” Bepo frowned at his captain before looking at you. He seemed really worried. 

It sounded like that bastard had done more damage to you than you originally thought. You felt like you were hit by a truck, did he really hit you with one? It honestly wouldn’t be surprising. You looked towards the doctor. “So, what’s the damage?”

Law pulled out a clipboard, beginning to read off of it. “Well, the big things are your broken ribs and the gash in your head. You also have some cuts and bruises, but those should all heal just fine.” He looked at you. “If you let yourself rest, that is.” His eyes narrowed as if challenging you to argue with him.

You held up your hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I get it.” You huffed slightly, rolling your eyes. Was he always this insufferable? How did his crew deal with him at all times? Though, maybe he treated them better because they were his crew and you were just a stranger. A stranger that he just happen to run into for a second time and save your life. Just like he did Luffy.

“Bepo.” Law’s voice seemed a bit soft when he addressed the polar bear. There was care there. Bepo looked at him. “Yes, captain?” 

“Would you grab some food for our patient? I would’ve grabbed some on my way back, but I wasn’t sure if they’d be awake just yet.”

“Aye, aye!” The polar bear stood up, saluting his captain and running off. 

You watched as Bepo bounded off, kind of sad he left. You liked his presence - nice and soothing. It seemed he had the effect of a teddy bear. One resided in your necklace, but you hardly ever took it out. You didn’t want anything bad to happen to it. 

“How long was I out?” you asked, mostly to fill the silence. 

“Close to a week.”  Law looked at you, a bit disapprovingly. “Your charts also show that you haven’t been taking care of yourself. That’s probably why you weren’t able to fight back as much and took the amount of damage you did. Not to mention your slow recovery rate.” He sighed, shaking his head. 

You were quiet, not saying anything. He was right on the money. You hadn’t been taking care of yourself in the slightest. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a proper, good night sleep or a decent meal. You huffed. “In my defense,” you started, the doctor looking up from his clipboard and towards you. He raised a brow. “That’s why I was on that island. I was going to…recharge, I guess.” You huffed slightly.

With a groan, you covered your face with your hands. You couldn’t believe this happened to you. What were the fucking odds? Both with that bastard and Law coming in to save the day. It was already a miracle someone stepped in and saved you but someone you already knew? Someone that saved the life of someone you held dear? It was weird how coincidental it all was.

You removed your hands from your face, noticing Law just staring at you. “What?” He seemed to be taking you in, his eyes trailing down to your arms. “Those from him too?” He tilted his head.

You look down, realizing for the first time, that you were in a change of clothes. You were covered up as you usually were, but you were sure he probably saw everything in the process. He had to have in order to tend your wounds and check over you anyway. Your wrists and forearms were covered in scars from the cuffs and relentless hard work you were forced to do while you were a slave. There were even some on your torso and thighs. “Bepo was the only other person who saw them if that’s what you’re worried about.” You looked up, shaking your head. You were proud of your scars - not ashamed. They were a reminder of what you had been through. What you survived. It was a constant reminder of your mission as well. 

“I’m not worried about that,” you finally spoke, “and it’s not from him, no…well…maybe some of them, but it was a time long ago.” You sighed, shaking your head.

You looked over at Law, who seemed to have a pained expression on his face. “Sorry we weren’t able to make it there any sooner,” he said. You blinked. Why was he apologizing? There was no way he could’ve known what was going on. It was a miracle that he showed up when he did in the first place.

“Don’t say sorry, it’s not your mistake.” You shrugged, sighing. A look of recognition crossed over his face and he looked like he wanted to say something.

At that moment, Bepo came back into the room with food. The smell enveloped you and saliva began building in your mouth. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until that moment. The tray was placed in your lap. It seemed to be a hearty soup and smelled absolutely delectable. The chair next to your bed was once more occupied by the polar bear.

You looked at Law for a moment. “I should thank you guys.” You inclined your head. “If it wasn’t for you, I’m not exactly sure if I’d be alive.” Even if that bastard hadn’t beaten you to death, you’d rather die than end up enslaved again. The captain said nothing, just nodded and left the room, leaving you and Bepo alone.

It didn’t take long for the polar bear to start prattling on about things. He talked about the ship, the crew members, and different things. You welcomed it, not wanting to have to be alone with your thoughts. 

Eventually, you were left alone. Bepo turned in for the night and you were stable enough that you didn’t need someone to watch over you anymore.

Your thoughts drifted off to recent events. That bastard had shown up. If he was there, who the hell else was around? How many of them were stalking the seas? You couldn’t help but feel worry flood your chest. If he had been around and recognized you, it was no doubt other people would possibly recognize you too. Though, what were the chances? Surely they weren’t high enough to stress about.

Your thoughts drifted to the Heart Pirates. If that bastard somehow ended up teaming back up with his colleagues, they’d be in trouble for sure. Especially since Law was well known for being a supernova. You didn’t want them to get wrapped up in all this - especially not after everything they had done to help you.

You moved out of bed, a bit wobbly at first, but fine otherwise. You decided it was best if you left now. You didn’t want to risk anyone catching you. They wouldn’t let you go. Mostly because of the state you were in, but you could take care of yourself. You have many times before.

You spotted your clothes folded neatly off to the side. After a quick change - well, moderate speed, your injuries held you back from being as speedy as you wanted to be - you looked for a pen and paper. It wasn’t long until you found one. It was an infirmary, after all. 

You wrote a quick note for the crew. You thanked them for everything. You couldn’t help but feel heartbroken that you had to leave, but it was better this way. Safer for them.

The submarine was quiet and it occurred to you that if you were underwater you were fucked. There wouldn’t be escaping. Unless they had some kind of port that you could exit out of because then you could just use the ocean to get you where you needed to go, but you weren’t sure about all that. Maybe you should’ve paid closer attention to Bepo’s ramblings about the sub earlier. 

After heading down the hallway, you listened carefully. Past all the machinery and noises of a submarine, you could hear the ocean waves pushing and splashing against the ship. You let out a sigh of relief, that was going to make this a lot easier. You headed to the upper deck, pausing as you heard a snore. That’s when you noticed Shachi, who was supposedly supposed to be on watch, snoozing away. You silently thanked him for doing so before heading to the railing, opposite of the sleeping guard.

You pressed on your necklace, pulling out the small box that contained your Navis and tossed it into the water. Once it was ready, you hopped in, and sailed into the night. The water was calm and the weather was cool. You took a deep breath, taking in the salty air. 

A tightness grew in your chest as well as the feeling that someone was watching you.

[dragon-kazansky]

Edward Dalton things

I am still very much an Ethan Hawke fan btw

He meets your for the first time at the sanctuary the humans are living in.

You're gathered with the rest when he arrives.

He meets your eyes by accident, but once he has found you, he can't seem to look away.

When you realise he is looking at you, you turn away.

Edward watches you walk away.

He's intrigued by you.

He sees you often, but you never come near him.

At first he's worried you're just afraid of him.

He soon learns you're not afraid.

You don't trust him.

He has to fix that.

Edward has never met someone so interesting to him before.

He watched and learns a few things about you.

Sometimes you catch his eye and he smiles at you.

In the beginning you just away and ignore him.

But there comes a time when you start to smile back.

He leaves coffee on your desk, having learned how you like it.

You never asked where the coffee came from, but you catch him one time.

He apologises and tries to leave.

You stop him by thanking him.

Edward starts to notice that you sit a little bit closer every time.

The distance between you grows smaller.

You show your concerns when it comes to the testing.

You're not sure how you feel about it.

But if this works, the vampire race could be saved.

Edward listens to your worries.

He takes in your account.

The only thing he can do is assure you it will work.

You don't want to watch.

It does work, after many attempts.

Edward comes to find you after.

You look up and look at him.

Really look at him.

Edward smiles.

This is the first time you ever touch him.

You wrap your arms around him and hold him tight.

Edward melts into your warmth.

It's here when he realises just how much he cares about you.

This man makes a silent promise to protect you, always.

So when shit hits the fan, he does what he can to keep you safe.

It's never going to be safe until this is all over.

But just know, that nothing will stop Edward from the possible future he could have with you.

[ramblingandwritings]

Edward Dalton relationship headcanons

¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I might do NSFT headcanons later but we'll see

To say he's incredibly nervous about dating a human is an understatement. If his heart still worked then all the sneaking around the two of you have to do would give him a heart attack

He'll get you whatever you need from a store since you can't go in. He only asks that you be specific since he doesn't wanna have to sit in the store and guess

He refuses to feed off of you no matter how often you offer, he wants no part in any of that. If he's too hungry then he'll just send you away until he can get more animal blood

Sleeping next to him is a doozy. His body temperature rests at a cozy and not at all uncomfortable to lay near 60 degrees. He's practically God's gift in summer though

He's actually capable of cooking for the two of you, if you decide to give him a hand cleaning up or cooking then you can watch his eyes light up. He adores the entire bonding experience of eating together

[mandowifey]

Edward Dalton soft moments Headcannons.

These are SFW!

- Edward is by far the most soft spoken man you have ever met. This guy would rather be silent than voice any sort of discomfort, he's additionally extremely non-confrontational.

- He is additionally the type of partner you can sit with in silence. He is comfortable with resting on a couch, one hand on your leg and the other on his book or paperwork he is working on. Edward isn't the type to feel awkward in long silences, in fact he finds comfort in being with someone who enjoys quiet moments like him.

- When you two are waiting for the subway, or a bus, he stands close to you.

- Not smothering of course but close enough your hands or shoulders brush. You'd feel a nudge against your fingers, and if you look down you'd realize he's silently entwined your pinky fingers together.

- When you get upset, either at work or him, he waits for you to let it out. He's respectful if you need space, he wouldn't push the issue until you had finally calmed.

- If you got so upset that you shut down and laid on the bed, after awhile you'd hear the door. Then feel the mattress caving slightly as he moves his cold body in behind yours. His arm would slip around you, and he'd gently press his chest to your back and his face into the back of your neck.

- "I'm so sorry, Y/N. How can I make this better?"

- He would pepper your skin in soft kisses, mumbling how much he loves you and how sorry he is that he hadn't been able to help you.

- Speaking of "I love you", he is definitely the one who said it first.

- You would've been blindsided too. It was another day of enjoying eachothers presence, and out of the silence he'd look at you longingly and mumble an 'I think I love you.' It'd be so soft at first you'd have to ask him to repeat himself.

- If he could, he'd be blushing. Instead you catch him avert his eyes, press his lips together and tense his hands. Then he'd look at you, soften his mouth and say; "I love you, Y/N"

- He is an extremely attentive partner.

- As in, he picks up on the things you like, you don't like, your mannerisms and expressions. He would have you figured out so fast it'd be startling at first.

- His memory is sharp, he remembers things you say, even in passing.

- Edward's love language is definitely affirmations, and touch.

- His reciprocal love language is touch.

- Like seriously, he's so touch starved its heart breaking.

- You put your hands on him in any way, and he's a melting, purring mess in your palms. The easiest way to help him relax is shower him in affection, he craves it.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Nightcrawlers

Pairings: Edward Dalton x F!Human Reader

Summary: The famine of 2019 is a thing from the past and humanity had grown again. But still, there's no chance to have a happy life. Edward finds Reader after a vicious attack and helps her.

Words: 2087

Warnings: Mention of injuries.

The vans that transported the day people had tough prohibitions, they could not leave specific areas or take alternate routes to the established ones, and the time for them to circulate was limited. Humanity was on the rise again, and the cost had been relatively cheap: just their absolute freedom.

But they were better off, thought those in one of the vans, drumming their fingers nervously on their legs or baggage, they were privileged compared to others. They were alive, and with some fortune, their children would live too, always in the sunlight and afraid of the dark, as their ancestors had done for thousands of years.

"Delaware Cross!" the driver announced, and the sliding door of the van opened. Two people descended from the vehicle and saw the red in the sky that heralded sunset. From that stretch they were to continue standing, and they measured their time as best they could because neither wanted to remain outdoors when night came.

"Were you able to finish your notes, (Y/N)?" asked Jim, adjusting his glasses. His partner sighed.

"The clerk couldn't locate a file, so I'll have to follow up on it tomorrow" she explained "My gloves have already turned yellow, I hate that pharmacies are only open in the afternoon."

"Human supplements, some consider them luxuries."

"Yeah, I love spending half my paycheck on crap to get more money" (Y/N) spat. The pair passed by the side of an alley, where a red light announced that it had been fitted out for what was known as a service point; outside, two or three scantily clad women scented with poppy oil were waiting for customers, although the truth was that the service points were mixed. Jim looked away from a female worker, she must still be young, but her body was scarred from the blood draw, and her skin had begun to split in a process of premature aging.

"How bad must you be to fall into a place like this?" the boy muttered. (Y/N) noticed the woman's fierce look and ducked her head.

"For every time of prosperity, there's a time of lack. It happens to every people in the world, you know that."

"Five years ago rights for humans were enacted" Jim snorted "As if we were cows."

"We think and feel, just like they do."

"No, (Y/N), we're not cattle, we're people, I won't let myself be led by the good to a... farm" the boy shuddered "And you wouldn't either, would you?"

"And if the gathering army came and told you that you or, I don't know, your neighbor's newborn baby must, what would you do?"

"That kind of thinking is what's got us in this hellhole." 

They walked two more blocks together, in silence. Jim said goodbye, his friend should still walk a little further, and the Sun was disappearing faster than it should through the storm clouds; (Y/N) unfolded her umbrella and, out of sheer precaution, reached into her purse with her free hand. It was always good to carry something to defend herself, it had been that way since the first predator and the first prey had met, and it would be that way until the end.

A car was gliding through the streets, for him, night was the time to really live, and like a large part of the world's population, night was also the eternal memory of all that changed. They called it evolution but to him, though he had been unwittingly benefited, it seemed like yet another gap, an unfair break between him and those who were as he once was.

The car's hypersensitive sensors announced the movement of foreign bodies a few meters ahead. As he looked to his side, he saw a tumult of screaming and shouting beings, chasing another, and if his heart hadn't already been stopped for over thirty years, he would have felt a small heart attack, because he knew what they were, and he knew what they were doing.

Not thinking twice, he abruptly turned the steering wheel and the headlights illuminated the small space between a mini supermarket and an office building. Three men raised their heads, startled by the light, and he could see the rabid yellow eyes and grayish, haggard skins. They were called Scavengers, not because they consumed corpses, but because they deliberately hunted free humans, often for amusement rather than to satiate their hunger, and although some politicians fought to implement regulations against them, it was difficult to stop their advance.

But he couldn't care less about a bunch of lunatic supremacists, and he sounded his horn. The men milled around, curious, squinting to see who was heckling them, and it was then that he made up his mind to get out of the car.

"What the hell do you want?" a Scavenger shrieked, threatening him with his fangs. 

"You have ten seconds to get out of here" replied the man of the car. As he expected, there was laughter from the group.

"You think you're the big deal with your fancy suit and your fancy car, you're not a real predator, you're a coward" shouted another, receiving cheers from his companions.

"Now it's only five seconds."

"You'd better beat it!" the first to speak to him went to meet him, ready to shove him, but a hand closed around his clothes and, as if he weighed no more than a cat, the man of the car sent him flying, the collision of the falling body unheard. The Scavenger's companions grew cowed, looking at each other.

"What are you waiting for?" jumped the man "Go get your friend."

Without ceasing to give him hateful glances, the rest of them left at last. He could tell there was no blood on their faces, though one looked like he had been wounded with something, and only then did he approach the alley.

Again, the startled sensation that was not physically possible appeared like an echo of lost humanity: lying between two dumpsters, a figure huddled, shivering and whimpering almost voicelessly, he could not measure the damage she had sustained but clearly, she was injured, and possibly dying from the way her body convulsed.

The smell of blood reached his nose, but he ignored it, as he had done for a very, very long time. He reached out his hand and rested it on the girl's shoulder, her clothes had been torn in several places and blood was gushing out in trickles, so he deduced that it had not been these that had her in this state. Her eyes were wide open and she gasped, struggling for breath, a future bruise was forming on the right side of her face, and more blood trickled down her lips.

He felt her carefully, searching for broken bones, when a word burst from her mouth, so softly that he barely perceived it:

"Please..."

The eyes were flooded with tears and looked up at him, with fear, with anguish. 

"Don't be afraid" he whispered "My name is Edward, I'm not going to hurt you."

"I don't want to die..." stammered the young girl. Edward nodded. 

"It's okay, I'm going to help you, okay? You'll be fine, I promise."

He searched with his eyes and came upon a purse that he assumed was hers. He put it on his shoulder and then gently took her in his arms, he noticed the shiver that ran through her but even more, he noticed the warmth still coming off her body. How strange it felt, an unusual temperature from a time he could no longer remember.

"What's your name?" he asked her. The girl's eyes narrowed, unfocusing "No, no, stay with me, don't fall asleep...what's your name?"

He advanced back to his car, shaking her slightly each time her eyelids twitched, the first drops of rain beginning to fall. It wasn't good to let a human being lose consciousness, they might not wake up again, they said, and Edward kept trying hard to avoid that as he placed the young woman in the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt.

"You're going to be okay, do you hear me?" he continued, the human struggling to keep her head up "Come on, tell me something, what's your name, do you remember? Do you remember how you got here?"

Her chest heaved up and down with difficulty, he watched her lick her lips and wince at the taste of her own blood.

"(Y/N)..." she murmured at last "My name is... (Y/N)..."

"(Y/N), all right, all right! Don't go to sleep, (Y/N), stay with me" Edward had put the vehicle in gear "What do you do for a living, are you a student?"

"I'm... I'm a..." (Y/N)'s head cocked again, her lips moved but she made no sound.

"No, no, (Y/N), don't go to sleep, stay awake! Stay-!" 

It was no use, the eyelids closed and (Y/N) hung, limp, by the seatbelt. Edward pushed on the accelerator, later, perhaps, he would call work to excuse himself with anything for missing. He couldn't take her to a hospital, it would have been a death sentence in her condition, but maybe he could save her, he was a doctor after all, he had been a doctor, he had studied to save lives....

The car skidded in front of the garage, and Edward rushed out with (Y/N) in his arms, still unconscious. He had not only medical instruments suitable for humans, but also some bags of blood, all he needed was to suture the wounds, treat the trauma and, if necessary, give her a transfusion. By law, free humans were required to carry the specific type of blood they had on their ID, he would just have to take a look in his bag.

He laid (Y/N) down on a couch, taking care to keep her head up; he could hear her heartbeat, slowed but still present, and he knew well that if he concentrated hard enough, he could even hear the blood rushing through her torrent. It was evolution, the survivors of the 2019 famine said, first and second generation vampires saw their senses sharpened and their strength doubled as some time passed, and it was beginning to be theorized that, as time passed, vampires grew stronger as in a case of rejuvenation that humans, poor little tender humans, would never experience.

Man is man's wolf, Edward thought, going through (Y/N)'s body to disinfect and close her wounds. In a way vampirism had brought with it enormous advances in technology that would not have been dreamed of under other conditions, but in return, humans were almost driven to extinction; now, they were granted the opportunity to live, to grow, to go about their business, limited to the hours of the sun and in confined spaces, so that they would not escape from sight; but their main function was still to feed the dominant species, and for that reason there were patented farms, and squads that collected (kidnapped, Edward said) humans during certain seasons to study them and, if they were considered fit, they were delivered to the milking centers.

Milking, the vampire thought as he painfully watched the bruise turn from red to purple on the girl's face. What a nice way of saying that they were hooked up to monstrous machines where, permanently sedated, they were drained of their blood at intervals until their bodies could no longer reestablish themselves, until they became a horrible parody of dried fruit.

An impulse led him to reach out and, with the obverse of his forefinger, caressed the girl's healthy cheek. It burned as if she had a fever, but Edward knew it was not, it was the warmth of true life, of a heart that beat, of skin that flushed under the touch of the sun or, perhaps, of a loved one, of an ephemeral body and that, ephemeral as it was, was much more haunting, much more beautiful than the body that prevails.

He let himself be absorbed by that warmth for a few more seconds and finally got busy with the healing. The clock read ten o'clock at night, it was still early, he could let her rest there and go to work with a slight delay that no one would claim, but instead, he stayed there long after he was done with his. How he longed for the brown eyes to open again.

[wayward-persephone]

#4 with Goodnight,Jolly,and Edward

(From this list!)

4. write a book with, read a book to, hit with a book

Write a book with - Goodnight

I just know he has so many stories to tell and would not doubt read some parts out loud for your opinion do that's a plus. Would enjoy the quality time doing something so....domestic. Would also sneak in to write some more when he can't sleep.

Read a book to - Edward

My man needs to relax so throw on a heated blanket, let him cuddle up close or lay directly on top of you, and read to him. He would definitely start purring if you scratch at his scalp while reading.

Hit with a book - Jolly

He would probably pout and complain that it's boring, not a bodice-ripping steamy romance, and would therefore bug the ever-loving shit out of you the entire time you're reading. A book flying at his head is probably a normal occurrence tbh.

[wayward-persephone]

@dancingisdangerouss

Yes to E V E R Y T H I N G 😤👌

Probably random but all this talk about plus sized (and I seem to remember you saying you were okay to talk about other EH characters) got me thinking that Edward Dalton would love a plus sized girl 👀 I mean...we store body heat so we will always be so warm and cuddly 😤

This is true! He’s so corpse-like that any bit of warmth must be heavenly, and big gals (and dudes) are definitely warmer with regards to body heat. I think he would be on cloud nine cockwarming a plus size chick.

Also! It’s like I mentioned with Al, it’s more fun to bite into fat because it’s like you can actually sink your teeth in, and it’s all pliant and soft and malleable. He’s also a sweet baby so I think he’d be more comfortable biting all over you if you’ve got more skin to soften the pain (like how getting tattoos in thicker areas makes it hurts less), and would take full advantage of being able to sink his fangs in almost anywhere on your body without too much concern.

In conclusion: He would leave bites allllll over you and then fuck-cuddle you through the night, doing his adorable lil’ purring thing @wayward-persephone mentions while nuzzling into your warmth.

[wildgirllz]

Just a little Ed thot I had 🤭

Smut below!

Imagine sitting on Ed’s lap while his back Is against the couch, and you’re watching a movie. It’s late, and both of you are just enjoying the warmth of your bodies so close together.

You start to squirm when a more sexual scene appears on TV, making Edward chuckle. “Honey calm down, just stay still.” The remark makes you slow your movements and you try your hardest to still.

Your squirming must have been a bit too much, as a stiff warmth makes itself at home on your ass. You turn your head, making a sarcastic look of surprise, and he gives you a playful swat. “Hun, you know it’s your fault with all that damn squirming. I could feel you fucking clenching around nothing all over my lap baby.” His crude, bold remark makes your brain go feral.

His hand creeps down your flimsy sleep-shorts, dragging them to the side. “Oh honey, such a damn mess already. Just from sitting on my lap?”

His fingers slide under the band of your panties, making way to your pulsating warmth. Two of his large, calloused fingers enter you as your head leans back onto his shoulder.

He keeps a steady slow pace, fingers penetrating you so deeply, it feels as though you could cry. Your whimpers and moans are music to his ears, as he hums lowly, his lips tracing your neck with sloppy open-mouth kisses.

You feel so close, your hips bucking forward while Edward holds you down. “Finish for me baby, come on. You’re doing so well, so good for me my love.” Praise spills out of his mouth sending you over the edge.

With your mouth agape, a choked cry emits as warmth surrounds your body. Edwards finger slow, and his hands surround your body.

“Shh, it’s okay. You did so well honey, so well.” Your chests heaving slows, as you lay yourself on his warm chest, letting him lull you to sleep.

Requests are open <3 ty for reading!

[ramblingandwritings]

Edward Dalton NSFT headcanons

It's fun being thirsty as hell. 18+ for filth

The difference in body temperatures is strange for both of you. He's incredibly cold to the touch and you're almost scorching to him. It usually takes him a couple seconds to sink his cock in fully because he has to adjust to the heat

He's a switch but leans submissive. He's more than fine just laying back and letting you lead if you'd like

His neck is sensitive but he's nervous about it being messed with after his brother turned him. He'll still let you do whatever to his neck as long as you don't bite him

Vampire cars having a daylight mode is useful for privacy for when the two of you want to put the seats to good use. You've almost been busted a few times doing this but have always managed to keep from getting in trouble

Ed has to be coaxed into being rough at first, he's worried about hurting you. As the relationship goes on he'll fuck you however you want

He moans like a whore if his hair is pulled, he'd be ashamed if it didn't feel so good

[mandowifey]

Chase.

Edward Dalton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: If you squint a smidge of DubCon/CONnonCon, Creampie, PiV unprotected sex, predator/prey play, rough play, bruising, Edward gets a little OOC (aggressive), reader is AFAB, pre-established relationship, Vampire/Human dynamic.

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The both of you had stability now. With a blood substitute in production, a new law was passed labeling human kind as endangered. Hunting and farming of them was now considered illegal. This was great news for you and Edward both. He no longer felt the need to hide you away in his home, his secret human tucked away for his eyes only. Being liberated, you begged him to go everywhere, but most importantly the park.

While Edward was still overtly cautious, you were thrilled. Once the car parked you were already clamoring out the door and removing your shoes to leave them behind. Your feet touched grass for the first time in what felt like ages, pulling a cry of excitement from your throat. The cool night air coupled with the plush feel of the grass raised goosebumps on your skin. You felt like a child again. Arms extended you twirled and laughed, while Edward lit a cigarette and watched from a couple feet away.

He smiles, admiring how care free you were in the moment, though realizing something was tugging in the back of his throat. It started like a muscle spasm, his legs tensing and fingers twitching as he watches you jump and twirl around. He'd never seen you move so erratically. Pupils tightening, his nose twitched as he pinpointed your scent, his ears now finely attuned to your slamming pulse. The cigarette dangled from his lips as he watches you, his yellow eyes following each jerk and twirl of your body.

Oblivious to Edwards sudden predatory awakening, you squeal and jump. Your hands open and eyes closed, enjoying the breeze and grass beneath your feet. Everything felt alright in the world, and you were radiating with joy. "Edward! Come play with me I'm-" Your eyes find him, tensed and staring. He looks like a wound coil ready to spring. "-huh." You tilt your head and smile. Halting your rotations, you lower your arms and see his eyes tracking you. When you raise them again, they follow. Smirking, you bite your lip.

Even though he was an apex predator, Edward never truly acted like it. Seeing this part of him made something hot begin to pool in your core. He briefly reminded you of a cat watching birds outside a window. You grin and jerk your arms upward suddenly, causing him to jump and tense, his legs moving slightly like he was about to pounce. His lips were parted just slightly, just enough to brandish his fangs. Ahah. He was waiting for you to run. You consider it for just a moment. Edward had never been like this before, and the thrill was too tempting. Tensing your body, the two of you stare until-

-You shout and take off, arms pumping and legs stretching. Hurling yourself across the open grassy plane, you attempt to create a gap between the two of you. Cigarette falling from his mouth, something primal inside Edward activated. He was after you the second you moved, his eyes wide and pupils blowing out as he ran. The grass was slick under his nice shoes, causing a second delay as he tried to get traction. Something in him needed to grab you, needed to hunt you and catch you. He felt unlike himself but more 'alive' than ever. The distance was closing fast, you were out of shape from hiding inside all this time and a mortal with a heart beat and lungs that had to breathe. Just as he was about to lunge you pivot around a tree.

Sliding, his heels dig into the grass and he pushes off, snarling out a laugh of surprise. His yellow eyes glowing as he tore after you once more. You squeal and laugh, breathless from running so fast for so long. "Gonna have to be faster than that!" You taunt between hasty breaths. Edward says nothing, too focused on catching his quarry to hear you.

Eyes darting, you spot a small play area for children. Since the park was empty, you head for it, your legs pumping as hard and fast as they could. You were so close, when suddenly something hard crashes into your side. Air forces itself from your lungs and you hit the ground and roll, gasping noisily. Disoriented, you realize something is on top of you and you look up.

Edward's big yellow eyes stare back at you, the pupils nearly overtaking the irises. His nose twitches as he crawls over your body, scenting your sweat, your excitement of the chase. You laugh and bring your hands up to push his shoulders. "No! No no!" You playfully cry and squirm, your dress riding up your hips as he notched between your legs. The pushing did not deter him. In fact your resistance only spurred him further. He growls as he noses along your jaw, his mouth latching to the pulse in your neck and sucking hard enough to bruise.

"H-hah, s-stop, stop.." You were breathless, jello beneath him. Your pleas were halfhearted, you wanted this and he could smell it. With a growl, he grabs one of your legs and forces it around his hip, his mouth still sucking marks into you. You could feel the brush of his excitement against your thigh, spiking your heart beat. This was a side of him unfamiliar to you. Your sex life was tame, safe, out of fear he may go too far and hurt you. This was an opportunity you wanted to take.

"Get off of me!" You shout suddenly, putting strength behind your movements. It jarred him slightly as you shove and twist your body, the grass under your stomach now as you scramble to claw yourself away. Edward makes a noise in his throat that frightens you. A cold hand wrapped around your ankle and tears you backwards, eliciting a sharp squeal from you. "No! Let me go!" You thrash and writhe, the struggle only ramping him further. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, you see stars as he pushes your head down into the grass to keep you in place.

Between your panting and grunting, you heard the familiar jingle of his belt. Shifting your knees, you stick your ass up for him, presenting yourself. Edward shivers and lets out a soft growl. His cool fingers tug your sopping panties down to your knees, the night air on your hot cunt making you quiver. He uses a knee to force your legs apart, and you feel him nudging and slipping against your soaked pussy. You whine and squirm, whimpering soft 'please' and 'don't', he pretends not to hear you however. Something prods your entrance and forces in. You cry out as your hot walls suck him deep.

With a grunt, he snaps his hips into yours and leans his weight into the hand holding your head down. The pressure hurt, but mixed with him filling your needy cunt, you cant help but groan. Hunkering into you, Edward sets a punishing pace inside your body. Each impact knocking you forward and back, even with him pinning your head. You choke, gasping as his other hand grabs your leg and lifts it, forcing you to balance on one knee and your head. You scream at the new angle, his thick cock ramming into your end.

He didn't slow. He ruts faster and harder than any human could ever hope. Edward grunts and snarls, his eyes glossing over and his hot breath wafting out. You could feel the warm sting of his pre-cum lathering your walls. This man was unhinged, and you were as lost in him as he was you. Your fingers dig into the soft grass as you shriek and keen under him. The thought that anyone could walk by and see you both fucking so openly and obscenely horrified and thrilled you. Your pussy slicked noisily around him, pliant and willing for each bruising thrust he gave into your soft body.

“E-e-d--ee-e--” You babble, hardly able to speak his name. His panting grew louder and he bares his teeth, his jaw clenched and veins showing in his throat. You knew he was close, his thrusts became uneven and his grip was bruising. The heat in your body was spreading, a rushing feeling filling you, threatening to explode out. You scream for him as he brushes your cervix, your eyes rolled back into your skull as you cum, hard. Walls clenching and spasming around him, he rocks hard into you a couple more times before snapping your hips together and groans out. You can feel the throbbing of his cock and the hot, heavy ropes of his cum spurting over your insides, coating you in his essence. Breathing sharply, you begin to relax, blood rushing in your ears from how hard he had you pinned.

It seemed the orgasm knocked him out of his trance, he gave a low rumble and huffs out a couple breaths. Blinking his eyes back to normal, he looks down at the space you two were joined and gasps, quickly pulling out and putting himself away. “S-shit Y/N, shit I’m so sorry.” He says quickly, flustered. He could already see your skin starting to bruise. “Oh, no Oh..” He mumbles and pulls up your underwear and fixes your dress. You promptly flop over to the side, still trying to catch your breath. “Y/N, I’m-” “Edward?” “- Yes?” You look up at him, his eyes wide and panicked. “It’s okay.” A smile brushes your face and he seems to relax, only a little.

Leaning forward, he kisses all over your face, adorning you in a small display of affection. You close your eyes and tip your head to catch some of them, but go limp from how sore you felt. “Darling?” You hummed, smiling as you admired the vampire leaning above you. When he catches your eyes, you giggle. “You’re gonna have to carry me back to the car.”