#Speed Paint - Vampire Girl

[aklaustaleteller]

Might Fancy You

Y/n went from fearing Klaus, to studying in his studio, to then throwing Shakespeare insults at him while chasing after him to put paint on him; he'd started it. But what happens when she ignores his one warning and he has her cornered in a flash?

Warnings - few mentions of blood and some kissing.

Word Count - 1.8k

Masterlist | please reblog the fic if you like it!

I told you I'll have part two out in two days and here it is! You can read part one here, and well, I hope you enjoy both the parts!

“And you are?” Elijah asked the girl standing in the doorway of the mansion, clutching onto so many things that he worried all of it was going to fall out of her trembling hands any time now. 

“Um, I’m here to meet Klaus?” She said, an awkward smile pulling up the corners of her mouth. “He’s helping me with an art project,” she continued when the original didn’t say anything.

But he did raise an eyebrow at that, making her even more nervous and bunch up her shoulders in a defensive shrug. “You know what? I’ll just leave,” her voice made a few tumbles as she turned around and began walking out the door she’d just come in. Her guard was high up because she had no reason to believe that this vampire wasn’t going to drain her of blood then and there for stepping onto his property without any permission. 

“Y/n!” She heard a voice call out and she flinched, her heart trying to make up for the missed beat and speeding up as a result. 

“Y- yes?” She stuttered, slowly turning to face him, fearing what’s to come. How stupid had she been to ask a goddamn original to help her out with some- some school work! 

“What did you say to her, Elijah?” Klaus glared at his brother on seeing his new friend so shaken up.

Elijah only turned towards him in a slight confused daze. “I simply asked her who she was,” he said, walking away from the scene to probably his reading chair, leaving as nonchalantly as he could’ve killed her. 

A smile creeped up on Klaus’ mouth, a chuckle rumbling inside his chest at how easily she’d been frightened. It was almost bordering on endearing. 

“C’mon love, follow me,” he urged her as he walked up the stairs, coming to halt when he didn’t hear her move. “Y/n?” he called her, looking back at her from midway up the stairs. and coming to a realisation that she might genuinely be scared of him. 

“I think I’ll go,” she said, looking very close to passing out. “Forget I asked you for anything.” She didn’t even look him in the eyes and turned back around to leave and get away from this mansion as fast as she could.

But of course, Klaus stood in front of her just as she turned, almost sending her heart flying out of her mouth. It was strange, to witness this completely new side of the girl who ferociously bit right back at him the most creative insults he’d ever heard in his long life.

“Why are you so suddenly terrified of me?” Klaus asked, his face creasing in confusion as his eyes showed her specks of hurt that could very well just be the mossy-green of his eyes deceiving her. “What happened?”

“I- I don’t know maybe the sense that you’re an original who could rip me to shreds or drain me of all my blood right here,” she stopped herself like she’d done something insanely stupid and – ”finally knocked at my brain,” she trailed off very softly, almost as if cautious of making him angry.

“Y/n- love, you know I’d never do that,” he mumbled, cupping her face and almost flinching when she went stiff. “I mean I could do that but I never would!” he reframed his sentence when she narrowed her eyes, for some reason, desperate that she understood him.  

“What do I have to believe you wouldn’t?” 

“Because I do not have any reason to,” Klaus reassured her, not saying that maybe because he fancied her a little, just because this wasn’t the ideal moment for a confession like that. 

Y/n didn’t say anything at that. Standing still and looking into his eyes, searching his face for any signs of underlying betrayal but she didn’t find any – not that she expected to, he is a thousand years old after all, surely he’d know how to disguise his motives.

And yet, when Klaus grasped her arm and led her up the stairs, she let him. 

“I see you brought all of your stuff,” Klaus chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood as he took a million things out of her hold, placing it all on the rug and smiling when he saw her setting up the canvas for him. He could get used to this very easily. 

“I did, it’s my work you are doing after all,” she said softly, slowly coming out of her shell. “I didn’t want you to waste your supplies on it,” she continued. 

“I wouldn’t say this is wasting anything,” Klaus proposed, thinking that maybe this would be the topic for their discussion today, slight banter even? 

“I wouldn’t either,” she agreed with him, catching him a little off guard. “But the school people will tear this apart and throw it in the trash before I could ever get to it.”

Klaus shook his head at that, preparing the paints and the brushes. “And why would you want to get to it?”

Y/n had managed to make herself comfortable on the floor a couple feet away from him, her papers already scattered on the floor of his studio,  and Klaus only hoped that they could do this more often after this day.

“Well, I wouldn’t want it go to waste… you see? Maybe hang it somewhere in my house when it’s purpose in school is served,” she shrugged nonchalantly, taking the cap off of a pen by her mouth and Klaus wanted nothing more than to rush over to her and cup her face to kiss her. 

Which reminded him that she was quite fastly transitioning back to her usual self around him. He smiled at that, the scary thrill in his heart that had come at the thought of her fearing him slowly fading away. 

Neither of them said anything after that, getting to their individual works in silence. The soft sounds of Klaus’ brush against the canvas, mixing colours on his palette and rinsing the brush rid of the previous colours filled the room along with sounds of Y/n flipping her book, turning the pages in notebooks and changing pens. 

The sun peeked in through the windows, the lighting constantly changing as the clouds drifted calmly through the sky. 

While painting, Klaus began to worry about this girl who was so engrossed in her homework that she hadn’t moved once. He worried that she’d gotten so serious and quaint that she might just tumble into sadness. All that to say, he missed her laugh a little as well.

He tuned to just look at her while he was sure that she was unaware. Her hair was tied up, circular glasses that had a coppery rim slipping lower and lower on the bridge of her nose until she had to fix them. She looked cute, Klaus caught himself thinking.

Her lips were resting in a faint pout as she focused, her fingers picking at them while she jottled down something in her notebook with her free hand. His hand ached to trace its fingers over the highs and the lows of her face. The little frown that had formed inbetween her eyebrows made her look all the more cute and Klaus found himself walking over to her, his feet functioning on a mind of their own. 

He bent down to come face-to-face with her as she was sitting, and he almost cooed at the fact that she still hadn't quite registered the close proximity at which he was in front of her. Raising up his hand, he booped her nose – getting the very reaction he was hoping for.

She looked up at that, slightly startled, only to catch Klaus’ eyes widening a little themselves. 

“Why did you do that?”

“Uh, because there was something…” he panicked, his eyes frozen on the spot he had gotten yellow paint on her nose. “I removed it though, don’t you fret,” he smiled, brushing over his pants as he began to stand up straight. 

But she passed him a glare then, clutching the bottom of his henley to stop him. “Klaus,” she began. “Did you remove something or put something there?”

He shrugged at that, focusing back on the canvas and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her getting up. 

“Klaus.” She said his name with an underlying warning. She brushed her own finger over the very spot he had touched, and saw the paint.

“Everyone’s entitled to act stupid once a while, but you really abuse the privilege,” she was walking closer to him and Klaus knew exactly what was about to commence, making him cover his head with his arms when she pressed her hand against the paint on the palette. 

He howled with laughter when she dragged her hands across his neck, twisting and turning to get away from her. Still laughing at the insult she threw at him because it was a bloody good one, Klaus swiped his finger across her collarbone, earning a whine from her as she began chasing him around the studio. 

Stopping to catch her breath, she began shouting at him – “thou crusty batch of nature!” But laughter slipped past both of their mouths before they could even contemplate what she’d just said. 

“No way you just threw a Shakespearree insult at me,” Klaus laughed, standing on the complete other side of the room, opposite to her.

He feigned a growl when she began walking towards him, red paint almost drying on her palms. “Take another step, and I can’t be held responsible for my actions,” Klaus whispered loud enough for her to hear. 

And she ignored his warning, just like he was hoping she would. Watching her creep up closer and closer to him, Klaus felt a smirk pull up a corner of his lips. 

In a flash, Klaus had her pinned against a wall, her wrists held above her head in his hands. His face tilted to the side lightly, his eyes focused on her mouth as he felt her gaze on him heating up her skin. She tipped her chin forward, her lips not quite meeting his’, making him close the gap between them and connect their lips. 

Lips moving in a perfect sync, Klaus brought one of his hands down to snake it around her waist, her mouth opening with a gasp at the sensation and giving him the chance to kiss her further. The back of her head met with the wall behind her as they kissed with a passion that felt too heated. 

Detaching their mouths, both of them took in heaves of breath, Klaus pecking her lips once more before releasing her wrists. She was looking into his eyes, searching them for something and Klaus couldn’t help but smile at her, her lips very lightly swollen, looking like they’d just been kissed. 

“Think I might fancy you a tad,” he grinned, laughing out loud when she grabbed his face to kiss him again, making him lose his balance only for a second before he was cupping her face ever so gently.

"Never realised I wanted to hear you say it so much,” she let slip a breathy chuckle, looking into his eyes before kissing his lips once more. Lord, it was addictive – he was addictive. 

[steviebunny]

1.

Paris

The revving of motorbikes can be heard along Parisian streets, a woman and her entranced paramour look up as the noise approaches and roars to a stop. The party still thriving behind their secluded bench, the woman looks to the un-invited group in a less than impressed manner, barely suppressing an eye roll as she reverts her attention to the man who still seems more than slightly out of it. 

The first vampire, Armand. A tall man with bronze skin and silken hair that shines under the moonlight leads his coven in stride towards the two, a few rambunctious of his lot snarl behind him. They think they’re scary. How precious. The woman continuous to stare until at the speed in lightning one of his disciples snatched her prey away, tearing into his neck. Armand appears nonplused at the action and speaks to her 

“No solitary vampires may roam in Paris, either you must submit yourself to the coven or take your leave.” 

He stares the woman down trying to enter her mind yet remains incapable. The woman on the bench lets her eyes scan the small crowd,  a few zealots that appear closer to addicts than vampires, with faces painted possibly with lead or arsenic creams, a taller silver-haired one still on his bike with a woman on his back. A dark-skinned man holding a book swaying to the furthest end of the pack away from the commotion, and most interestingly a young girl. 

The Rusalka peers at the leader and announces to the group very calmly

 “That's all well and fine, good thing I’m not a vampire.” then suddenly she hisses at them- all her originally human-looking teeth sharpening to points as her mouth widens giving her an eerily beautiful, terrifying appearance. Her gaze then drops specifically to the young-looking girl and asks within her mind "Are these men keeping you? Should I punish them for it?" The girl, Claudia answers back "This is my coven, I choose to be here…What are you?" The rest of the vampires have shaken off their shock and begin to approach the woman, she drops her face back to normal, brushes her hair over her shoulder, and says 

“The young man you’ve done me the honor of disposing of has an unfortunate tendency of predation on the young children in his care. I’m simply performing a beneficial service but I suppose now I can take my leave.” 

Suddenly she takes off into a sprint and the vampires abandon their mission to follow her, they fail in their attempt as she pounces onto the barrier of the river Seine and plunges herself in. Her body is now unseen in the murky water, all that’s visible is a trace of iridescent color forming what can only be assumed to be a tail. Her escape is much faster that even the vampires can think to swim, almost all the disciples turn back to their coven leader looking for a directive. 

“Do not follow it!” he says grabbing Santiago’s arm as he appears ready to jump in after her, “It claims to not have the dark gift, we know no boundary of how dangerous it may be.”

Louis steps up placing his hand on Claudia’s shoulder “She seemed pretty calm to me, y'all are going to massacre that house anyway what's the harm in letting her take her pick of the lot?”

Celeste scoffs “What ‘arm? The papers are al’readzy reporting on her failure to clean-up. She makes a mess and we ha’ve the repercussions?”

“So we find her again, have a talk about the mess, and hope she responds well. If shes not a vampire what can we do to get her to comply?”

Santiago rips his arm from Armand’s hold “Who’s to say she could survive us? All we know is she has an appetite and too many teeth. I say we use her in a performance and be done with her, maître?”

“We learn is what we’ll do, Sam, Claudia, and I will look through the old texts for any mention of a creature such as it. One that has a face such at it. We understand the danger and then we act. In the meantime should any of you happen to come across her again you return to the théâtre and inform the others.”

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You’ve been traveling as long as you’ve been undead, why stay where you're not wanted, right? Once you got your vengeance on him there really wasn’t a reason to stay around and with the war on no one was worried about a young woman popping up in libraries, and auditing university classes on behalf of her ‘brother, fighting the good fight.’ You didn’t even need to mesmerize the scholars you spent time with, one sob story about writing letters to the front lines so your poor 'brother' could learn all that is possible before the worst occurs was enough to have professors tripping over themselves to please you. From physics in St. Petersburg to literature and art in Italy, and now chemistry in France where you’d spend your time under the mentorship of Madame Marie Curie’s apprentices at Sorbonne University. If I have eternity why not learn everything? Your mantra. And you’d be damned if some vampires interrupting your dinner would stop you. Paris is big, what are the odds you’d see any of them again anyway?

[prettypinkporkchop]

Music Gf, I'm your yum yum

Summary: You are an alternative weird girl. You work as a barista. You collect odd things, listen to heavy music, and love shit that most don't! How does Paul handle that?

Warning: language, slight smut

"Really, Paul? She's WEIRD! All black, and she collects bones?! Nah, dawg." Jared laughs, looking out at the water of La Push.

This pissed off Paul. First off, don't talk about his imprint like that. Second, NOBODY CHOOSES THEIR IMPRINT.

Paul growls before pushing Jared down on the towel and trying to choke him. (Not kill him lol)

"Ayo!" Jacob calls out and runs over to them with the ball in hand. He drops his and pulls Paul off of him.

"Paul!" Sam yells.

Paul jerks himself out of Jacob's grip. "Fuck you, Jared. I'm out." He runs toward the road.

"Paul! Patrol tonight." Sam calls out.

Paul keeps running and just gives him a thumbs up. He runs through the woods, going to his imprints house.

You know everything and he has been visiting you every night for the past week. Paul has taken you on a date, and yes... you two kissed. Nothing more.

You guys ran into each other while you were working. He imprinted, and you felt it, too.

There's a knock on your door. You know exactly who this is! You get butterflies in your stomach and start smiling. You open the door and see a very angry Paul. This caught you off gaurd and your smile fades.

He pushes past you and walks inside the dark, painted living room. He looks up at your TV and sees you're watching music videos of your favorite rock bands. He sighs and looks at you.

"Paul? W-whats wrong?" You step closer to him and gently grab his hand.

He shakes his head and pulls you into him. He kisses the top of your head. "Baby, let me show you off. Are you comfortable coming to a party at Sam and Emily's?" He then pulls back, holding your shoulders and looking into your eyes.

"Uh.. yeah I'm just nervous. Will they even like me?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah. They definitely will." He smirks.

"Why are you mad?"

"Because... Jared said something about you that pissed me off. He's just used to his basic Kim. He can't handle different." He rolls his eyes.

You honestly don't feel affected by Jared. In fact, you feel good that someone can point out your difference. "Mmm, don't bother me a bit! I'm pretty cool." You giggle. "But it sure is funny saying a shifter that kills vampires can't handle different." You then start laughing.

Paul smiles, chuckling and shaking his head. You have a way of instantly putting him in a better mood. "So, what do you say? You meet my people?" He grabs your waist, pulling your body into his.

"If and only IF, you take me to this concert I want to go see." You wrap your arms around his neck.

He leans down, putting his forehead on yours. "Deal." He presses a kiss on your lips.

But this kind of kiss isn't what you wanted. You press your body on his and grab onto his hair at the nape of his neck. You make the kiss sloppy. He's taken aback but squeezes your sides just below your cut-up hand me down, black crop top. The feeling of his hands on your sides brings fire into your body. You want more. But you're nervous. But you want more. But you're nervous.....

He pulls away and grabs your bottom, lifting you up. You giggle and wrap your legs around him. He brings you into your bedroom, dropping you on your bed. He hovers over you, looking into your eyes. "Do I have permission to touch you?"

Your heart speeds up like a damn race car. All you can do is nod your head, yes, because you're nervous. But he slightly lifts up your crop top to where it's about to show your breast.

"Mm, I won't take that. Yes or no? Use your words." He leans down close to your face, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.

God, he is intoxicating.

"Yes." It comes out as a whisper.

He lowers his body down and slowly pulls down your red and black plaid shorts. Before it's all the way down, he looks up at you. "Is this okay?"

You nod your head very quickly with anticipation.

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Meeting the family here's your fit: (I was thinking this but you can choose whatever!!!)

"Oh, y/n! Hello!" Emily wraps you in a hug. You know it's her because Paul warned you about looking at her scars for too long. Don't piss off Sam! But she's so beautiful.

You hug her back instantly and she smells of lavender. "Hey, Emily! I'm so happy to be here." You let her go.

"Well, I am happy you're here. Cmon pretty! I'll show you around." She takes your hand and totally leaves Paul behind.

You turn to look at him, and he's just standing there like, damn okay. He visibly sighs and then walks to the fire.

"Y/n, this is Sam!"

You look forward at the big man in front of you. He looks stern but you feel no threat of his presence.

"Hey! Thanks for letting me come!" You smile at him.

He begins to smile and shakes your hand. "You're part of the family now. Happy to have you!" He nods.

Emily got you to meet most of everyone. There's only a few guys you have yet to meet. They're sitting next to Paul around the fire.

You make your way over there by yourself. You stand in front of them and they all stand up. Paul bites his lip and puts his hands in his pockets.

"Guys, this is y/n." He smiles at you, and his eyes brighten. Oh, how he loves you.

"Oh! You look fire! Paul says you're into weird shit but like it's cool." One guy says.

Paul thumps his chest. He grabs the spot and looks at him. "Dude! I'm being real. I think she's cool. I'm Embry." He takes out his hand.

"Y/n. Thank you." You smile and shake his hand.

Paul approvingly wraps an arm around Embry's shoulder.

"Jacob."

"Quil."

"Seth."

You notice the last guy looking away from you, shifting.

"Jared... what do you have to say." Paul says warningly in a deep tone.

Jared looks up at you with guilt. "I'm very sorry for talking shit. You look good tonight! In a platonic way." He says the last part very rushed and in a panic.

You laugh and nod your head, "I gotchu. And yeah, it's okay. I totally get it. I'm fine with what people think of me. But thank you for apologizing."

Jared smiles up at you and then nods. "Awesome! I know my girl will love you."

"I just met her. She's a beauty and a sweetie. You're lucky!" You say and Paul grabs your arm pulling you into him.

"Want to get some food?" He asks you.

"Mhm." You lean your head on him.

The rest of the night was super fun! You actually became good friends with Embry, Jared, and Kim. You had a lot of fun and everyone adores you! It went a lot better than you thought!

"Paul." You squeeze his hand tighter and grab his arm, continuing to walk and hear the leaves crunch under you.

"Yes, baby?"

"Can you help me find some bbbbooonnnesssss?" You giggle.

"I'll sniff out some." He kisses your cheek before taking off his clothes.

Since the other night, he doesn't have anything to hide under his clothes. You're fine with that.

His shorts, undies, and shoes end up in your arms. You watch as cracks are heard and now there is a dark gray wolf standing in front of you. You walk forward and put his stuff in one arm, reaching out with the other to pet his soft fur.

"Let's go bone hunting. After this, can we watch Coraline?" You ask.

The wolf huffs and struts away. You giggle and follow the wolfie.

You guys get back to your house. Paul sits on your couch while you soak the bones and place the black feathers you found away in your room.

You change into your comfy clothes: (I see this but if you got something else in mind, that too!)

You plop down on the couch beside Paul. He moves his body so that his legs are across the couch and he pulls you in between his legs. You lay your back against his chest and he plays with your hair.

"Coraline?" He asks, grabbing the remote.

"Mhm." You hum. You lift your hand up and touch his cheek. "Baby, can you stay the night?" You ask, hoping he doesn't patrol.

"Yup!" He plays the movie.

You end up falling asleep on top of him during the movie.

You wake up on your bed with no Paul in sight. "Hmph." You sigh and get up, stretching. You walk into the kitchen to grab your now clean bones just to see they aren't there.

"What?" You ask yourself. You walk around the kitchen trying to find them when you see something on your coffee table in front of the couch. You slowly walk over there and see that Paul made you a dream catcher using the bones...

You fell even harder.

[gunraekae]

having an off day 2

Ophelia by Sir John Everett Millais

>ikemen vampire

>mansion residents (+bonus) x reader

>a/n: the second half of your off day. here is how your morning and early afternoon went.

Leonardo da Vinci

While Leonardo isn’t necessarily your responsibility to awaken (he could really be anywhere in or out of the mansion, it’s far too much effort for anyone to find him and urge him to eat. Let’s not forget he’s an immortal vampire, he doesn’t even need to.), a small and guilty part of you tends to seek him out anyway. He’d done a lot for you when you first stumbled into the mansion and has acted as one of the main components of your support system since then. 

It was nearing noon and after you’ve awoken Napoleon, Leonardo was surprisingly awake and in the library. Perched upon one of the oak armchairs by the window, the sunlight streaming through the glass painted him in a glorious light – reminding you of the timeless beauty the purebloods possess. He looked like he was in one of his own paintings, and you would be a villain to disturb that. 

Still, his vampiric senses had a lower threshold than the others and he could sense your presence (or really, smell your blood) before you even opened the library doors. 

“Surprised I’m up so early, cara mia?” The husky rumble of his baritone voice always sent pleasant shivers down anyone’s spine. His golden eyes, brightened by the sunlight, peered above the book he held in one hand straight at yours. 

“I suppose.”

“Hmm… come closer will you?” His wolfish eyes narrowed in disdain at your lethargic response. Reluctantly, you follow his command and sit across from him at the window. He discards his book, leaning on his knees to get a better look at your morose disposition. A displeased hum, then he places a finger under your chin to move your face even closer to his. 

“That won’t do. Such an emotion dims your eyes.” His artist-eye grazes over your face, observing your downturned lips and your swollen, teary eyes. A knowing smirk, and he settles back on the armchair. He leans on the armrest, the slouching figure alluring in his own charm. 

“You’re a smart girl. You can guess what’ll happen next, can’t you?” His handsome smirk grows at your knowing sigh. 

“Just don’t throw me over your shoulder this time.” 

“No promises, cara mia.” He huffs as he rises and moves to your side. With a motion for you to raise your arms, he at least carries you princess-style as he speeds to the mansion’s exit. 

It’s not entirely unpleasant being in Leonardo’s strong arms, and you find the warmth almost soothing to your turbulent thoughts. He takes you to your signature spot: a small dock on one of the more solitary ends of the Seine river. He wants to give you the princess treatment, so he’ll slowly row the two of you down the water. 

On the romantic boat-ride through the Seine, with Leonardo’s golden eyes trained on your face and giving you his full attention, it would be quite difficult to resist confiding in him. In your lowest moments so far, he’d been nothing short of comforting — holding you in his arms when you were afraid during your first night, sleeping outside your door for the following week, and whisking you away from your chores to dispel the unhealthy façade you kept up. 

In fact, a small part of Leonardo is ecstatic that you felt safe and comfortable enough with him and the other residents that you could freely express your more negative emotions with them (but hopefully mostly with him. Forgive him, he can be a bit possessive). 

However long it takes you to quell the darkness in your mind, Leonardo is there to receive anything you throw at him. He can wrap you in a warm embrace and caress your back, offer you wise advice to your problems, or just listen to your thoughts. Whatever you need most, Leonardo will give it to you. 

Leonardo hopes you’ll always run into his arms any time you have problems and allow him to fix it, like he does with machines. That being said, he doesn’t mind seeking you out and literally carrying you away from your responsibilities to ease your torment. Wrapped in his big, strong arms and shielded from your worries, it’d be difficult not to feel at ease with this loveable dork. Anything and everything you ask for he’ll deliver, and if you don’t know what that is, he’ll give you a familiar experience that comforted you in the past. There isn’t much that fazes him with his long years on Earth, but just the teary sheen over your eyes is enough to twist his heart in painful knots. 

Isaac Newton

Lost in his bustling mind and distracted by an equation he couldn’t quite solve last night, he unfortunately only caught Theo’s grumbles of “pouring his own damn coffee,” and your departing figure to the kitchen. He thought nothing of it, believing Theo was just being his usual insufferable self and holed up in his study for the day.

If you weren’t responsible for delivering lunch to him, he’d have never caught wind of your off-character today. So when your voice behind his door lacked its usual lively pitch, he wanted to bash his head open for not noticing it during breakfast. 

When you entered his study you quietly placed the tray on one of his tables, wishing for an easy escape from his calculating rosy eyes. At your quickly retreating figure, the swirling worries in Isaac’s head scolded him for his indifference and how that coldness definitely would break your heart. He grasped at your sleeve and pulled you with more force than he intended, landing your entire upper body on his lap. (You’ll have to forgive his awkward execution, he really means well.)

“I’m terribly sorry mc! I didn’t mean to do that.” He bristles and helps you regain your composure. “Actually, I did intend to pull you closer. I want to apologise as well for not noticing you sooner. I should have been the first to seek you out.” While he does mean what he says, he finds that maintaining eye contact is a bit difficult and from his blushing ears, you can tell he’s just nervous. 

“The first? Isaac, you don’t have to do anything.” Similar to him, you felt ashamed that he felt obligated to comfort you. Isaac, upon noticing that, wildly shook his hands in firm rejection of that implication.

“Not at all! You’ve always been there for me mc; defending, accompanying, encouraging me. Perhaps it’s even a bit selfish, but seeing your smile is the highlight of my day. Without it, I find I’m in a bit of a bind, as you can see.” He gestures for the messy scrawls of that damn equation he can’t seem to solve. 

“I hope you won’t let Theo’s boorish manners bother you. And I hope you won’t mistake my foolishness for indifference either. I want to be here for you, mc. I’m not like Napoleon, so I admit this doesn’t come easy to me, but I want to be close to you.” Isaac rises from his chair to move closer to you. 

Despite his rapid pulse, his trembling hands find yours and squeeze them gently. “Please tell me all that ails you, all your frustrations, and stresses, and allow me to do for you what you’ve always done for me.” 

His sincerity is touching. Isaac sits you down on one of the seats by his table and offers you half the sandwich you made for him. Whatever you indulge Isaac with, he eagerly accepts. He can’t help the fascinated gleam in his eyes at the unfiltered emotions in your expression — in fact, his heart actually warms at being able to do this for you. 

It was inevitable that a few tears escaped your eyes; while it did sink his heart, Isaac seized the opportunity to be closer to you. In a surprising show of boldness, he tucks a strand that obscured your face, behind your ear. “Thank you, darling, for showing me this side of you.” He murmured intimately. 

“Isaac, you’re—”

The confidence that deluded him in that moment quickly dissipated at your surprised face. “I apologise! I’m not sure what came over me then.” Perhaps it was because it was just you and him, and he found your presence far easier to relax in than anyone else, but he found it in him to laugh. 

“You’re really a wolf in sheep’s clothing sometimes.”

“You can blame my teasing on yourself. After all, you’re the reason my new life is more hectic—” Isaac chuckles “but I can’t say that hasn’t made it so much happier.” 

After supper, Isaac timidly approaches you in the kitchen. “I’ve set up my telescope out in the yard tonight… Would you care to join me?” 

Laying on the soft grass with Isaac was incredibly soothing, the picturesque night sky splattered with the many shining stars, unpolluted by the 19th century Paris city. Isaac would focus the lens on specific constellations and allow you to view them through the telescope. While you admired its brightness, he’d excitedly tell you about each one. Eventually, the day’s fatigue would catch up to you, and Isaac, noticing it, would seat himself a little bit closer to you, in hopes you’d lay your head on his ready shoulder. 

Finally, soft peace had settled on your hardened features. It was during moments like these with you that Isaac envied the artists’ talents — they could capture this moment for eternity and he only had his memory to keep the sight in his mind. In spite of that regret though, a part of him was proud that it was him who could witness this adorable sight. 

While extremely awkward in execution, Isaac’s heart breaks in two at the mere thought of you feeling upset. This is worsened when it takes him longer than the others to notice it — couple that with his less-than-stellar social skills, and he’s bound to mess up in the process. But his sweet intentions shine through his small, affectionate gestures and his eagerness to listen to you. It’s quite adorable how happy he feels that he can finally return some semblance of what you’ve done for him. He’d provide his room as a safe space, but he’ll also gladly bring his telescope and stargaze with you in the courtyard. If you doze off, he’ll offer his shoulder and feel blessed that you shared your day with him, the feeling even sweeter knowing that it was him you chose to spend the evening with. 

Jean d’Arc

Part of your evening routine was to meet with Jean in the library after supper and practice writing. Tonight, despite your mood, you felt it would be far too cruel to abandon poor Jean, who found it hard to spend time with others; it was only through these sessions that you could foster a connection with the elusive man. 

Jean was extremely blessed that your radiant presence was in the library for him tonight. Napoleon had informed him earlier of your despondent spirits. Initially, it spurred an almost murderous glint in Jean’s eye at whoever had caused you suffering, but with Napoleon’s clarification, his rage on your behalf settled into a thorny discontent.

Of all people to suffer torment, why did it have to be mc; his radiant angel? The kind soul who ensured that night-after-night, she found time to teach and accompany him? It was because of your beautiful self that his chest was not as heavy with the weight of his sins everyday. And yet, you also had to endure these torturous emotions, despite all that you’d done for him. It truly did not make sense in Jean’s mind. It should be monsters like him that suffer, not angels like you. 

So Jean resolved it within himself that he would do all that he could to alleviate the weight in your heart and fight the shadows that dared to dim the brightness in you. 

Unbeknownst to you, after his work he wrote a letter that communicated his sincere appreciation and sheer affection for you, far better than he could verbally. He wrote of his sadness that a person like you, who cared so much for others and always put themselves last, suffered behind a smile. He longed to one day be as expressive as the writers (he never thought the day would come that he’d envy the likes of Arthur or Dazai) so that he could comfort you directly with words instead of having to convey all his sentiments through a letter. 

Safe to say that when Jean handed you his clumsily penned letter, tears immediately rushed down  your face at his touching sincerity. Jean grew alarmed, blaming himself for causing you further distress. You stopped him from kneeling on the ground for repentance and instead, wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. 

“Thank you Jean. You’re much kinder than you think.” Jean would be a touch flustered, but would wrap an arm around your shoulders to offer you the comforting embrace he only dreamed he could give you. And yet, here he was, finally able to offer you at least a semblance of peace in small payment for all you’ve unknowingly done for him. 

It was absolutely unfathomable to Jean that such a radiant and kind person like you had to suffer some of the torturous thoughts like he had. It felt wrong that God would allow those thoughts to plague your brilliant mind; so Jean, aware of his shortcomings in this department, would absolutely try his best to fight your demons for you. Words were extremely difficult for Jean to convey, but he’d try to make you proud by doing so in a letter. Your brightness prevented him from succumbing to the haunting shadows of his past. His sheer devotion and protectiveness for you would be revealed in that letter, but if you needed him to support you in-person: whether by embracing you in his strong arms, punching out your frustrations on his sturdy chest, or burying your face in his neck to block out the world, Jean would do all of it for you. 

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

The day had stretched on, and while most of your heartache was eased from the residents’ efforts, insomnia purged your rest nonetheless. You knew that remaining under your warm blankets would change nothing of your predicament, so perhaps a short walk (by the mansion’s standards) to the kitchen for a glass of water would arouse drowsiness back in your hazy mind. 

On your way, you passed by Mozart’s studio. Tonight he played a more serene song, the soft notes floating through the air and quelling some of the remaining despair in your head. You didn’t mean to, as you knew that Mozart hated to be disturbed while practising (really only for the men — it was difficult to be upset at you), but you lingered by his ivory doors. 

Suddenly, his song ceased. “Come in, mc.” Startled at the fact that he heard you, and even more at recognising you from what little sound you made, you were compelled to follow his command. 

Mozart was always a vision to look at: the moonlight streaming through the gap in his window was reflected in his alabaster locks. Awaiting for you, his deep purple eyes were unreadable as it scanned your figure. If you looked even closer, there was a discernible trace of worry that twisted his brows. 

“What was with you today?” Not one to mince words, Mozart hit right where it was sensitive. 

“It’s nothing of concern.” Mozart huffed indignantly. To you this resembled his usual shortness with you, but inside, he was deeply envious at the fact that you opened up to everyone except him today. Wanting to remedy that inconsistency, he rose from his seat and advanced towards you. 

“Liebchen.” He insisted as he reached for your hand. 

“You have enough to worry about, Wolf.”

“And I want you to be one of them.” As opposed to his usual rough manners with you, he softly stroked your knuckles. Since he knew that it would be difficult for you to dredge up and unearth your worries once again, he settled for providing you a small piece of comfort for the night. 

Mozart gently guided you by the wrist to sit beside him before his grand piano. 

“Would you like to try a duet I drafted recently? I haven’t been able to complete it because I had no partner—” he trailed his fingers from your wrist to your hands to unclench them “until now.” He delicately intertwined his long fingers around yours and gave your hand a loving squeeze. Then, he carefully guided your hands down to the piano keys. 

He slowly taught you a small part of the song, and within a few tries, you were quick enough to match the tempo he had in mind. Your attempt at the duet together went as well as expected, the discordant notes completely altering the softly romantic song to a playful one instead. 

To your surprise, a loud chuckle burst out of Mozart. “How clumsy,” he said, his eyes squinting in unadulterated affection. 

If you confide in Mozart of your lingering disturbance and your insomnia, Mozart will guide you toward the bedroom connected to his studio. Mozart had to fluff up the unused pillows but urged you under the covers anyway. He’d leave the door open and play the most soothing lullaby on his piano to quell your sleeplessness. 

Mozart is rather brusque and difficult to approach — painfully aware of that, he knew he wasn’t the first you’d approach, as much as it hurts him to admit that fact. Still, when the opportunity arose later that night with just the two of you, Mozart jumped at the chance to ease your pain. He’d try to cheer you up in his own way, but ultimately does what he knows best. He doesn’t play for anyone at all, and while many of his songs are dedicated to important historical figures, he documents a few pieces solely to you and caters to whatever you need most at that moment. Tonight, he plays an improvised song of yearning: he imagines a quiet man, unable to properly express the depth of his love for his dearest one, humming this soothing lullaby to send his suffering love to slumber. 

Bonus: William Shakespeare

Unfortunately, Will is physically and figuratively out of the loop with the happenings in the mansion. Your off day being one of the most regrettable events that he missed out on. 

He longed to have witnessed the harsh colours of despair taint your lovely visage and have been the man to lift that darkness. 

He yearns to have been the loving angel to embrace you while your tears wet the earth. He imagines that black roses and blue violets would grow from your tears that watered the ground. 

He longs to have been the dashing knight that whisked you away from your responsibilities and brought you to a secret place that only the two of you knew about. The intimacy of being the only one to witness your vulnerable side was tragically enticing for him. 

How fortunate the mansion residents were to bear witness to all the mesmerising dimensions you had. Capricious Fate has tricked him yet again in this instance as he can only hear about this event from Vincent. How tragic was he that he had only his imagination to provide him inaccurate images of your tainted beauty that day. 

While he knew this day had long passed, he couldn’t stop his longing fingers from scribing a letter to you, urging a visit as soon as possible so that he may offer a belated gift of comfort and perhaps, selfishly, indulge in your presence. 

He’d deliver a bouquet of those blue violets, carnations, and chrysanthemums to you (thanks in part to his vampiric benefactor), coupled with an expensive gift of several rings (so that you may imagine it was his fingers intertwined with yours) and a floral perfume that matches the flowers. 

Bonus: Vlad

After your boat-ride with Leonardo, the two of you idly strolled about town. Leonardo quickly left to purchase a box of cigarillos from a foreign vendor, the limited stock too alluring for him to pass up on. You insisted on waiting on a nearby bench, a little ways away from the busy stand. 

“A storm is brewing behind those lovely eyes. I wonder what caused it and what incompetent ward has allowed it to continue.” Vlad’s sweet voice sounded right beside your ear. You jumped, much to his amusement, but the underlying protectiveness under that pleasant expression was marked by you nonetheless. 

“Has he been overworking you?” 

You hastily quell the accusation Vlad threw in the air. 

“I wonder what could be the cause of those dark clouds in my darling’s eyes.” Vlad sighs in stark concern, lifting a hand to your temple gently massaging it. 

“I wonder what worries your pretty head.” He moves that same hand to your forehead and smooths the wrinkles there. 

“And I wonder what caused these soft lips to frown.” He trails his fingers from your head down to your cheek, and finally on your lower lip. The delicate way he handled your face felt as if you were a newly bloomed flower that was too sensitive to nature’s forces and required Vlad’s devoted care. 

There was both gentleness and a stark possessiveness with how familiarly and easily he glided his fingers across your face. It seemed he longed to touch even more of you, but found restraint and settled in tucking your hair away from your face instead. 

“If you stayed in my castle instead of his mansion, you won’t know any misery or work.” He longingly stroked the ends of your hair and eventually trailed his fingers to meet with your hands. Upon closer inspection, Vlad laments the dryness from cleaning products on your hands. He lovingly strokes your knuckles before lifting them to his lips kissing each one. 

“Cara mia, I don’t have to beat this guy to get him to back off, do I?” 

A painful expression overtook Vlad’s sweet face, and with great reluctance, he backs off as per Leonardo’s request. 

“Such brutes he houses. No wonder my flower has withered in their company.” 

Before Leonardo could provoke him further, you led him away from Vlad, whose eyes longingly followed you until you were out of his sight. 

Bonus: Charles-Henri Sanson

While waiting for Arthur to pay for his gifts for you, you sat on a bench outside the busy store. A pair of familiar lilac eyes brightened at the sight of your figure. He bounded over to you like a loving puppy reuniting with its owner. This unfortunately startled you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind. 

“Mc! It’s been way too long since I’ve seen you. I really really really missed you.” He murmured while nuzzling his face into your neck. To your relief, he reluctantly released you from his hold, only to sit right next to you. 

Only when he could take a closer look at your expression does his cheerful face crumble. He tenderly cups your face and mourns the wistful spirit of it. “My poor mc, what happened?” 

You shook your head, unable to meet his worried eyes. This breaks Charles-Henri’s heart even further as he wishes he could take whatever was bothering you and replace it with his love instead. In that thought process an idea springs into his head. 

He takes your hand, and after squeezing it, places it near his heart. “I want you to channel all your sadness into this hand and give it all to me instead.” His silly charade breaks you out of your stupor, and since you don’t have the heart to reject his sweet lilac eyes, you relent and play along. 

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to channel all my love for you in my hand and place it in your heart. Ready?” He places his hand on your chest and playfully scrunches his face as if he was straining. “Mmmm… there! Did you feel my love enter you?” 

Ignoring the suggestive statement and the even more suggestive position you two were in, his hopeful face was too innocent to reject. 

“Yes, I think I felt a little bit of warmth enter me just now.” 

Charles-Henri’s face lit up in adorable joy. 

“Whatever you’re going through, I know you can overcome it. You’ve healed the darkness in me, and many others’ and we owe you for that.”

“Thank you Charles.”

A satisfied hum left his lips as he leaned even closer to you.

“I love you so much mc—”

“You can scamper off now, Sanson.” Arthur’s annoyed voice sounded from behind you. Charles willfully ignored him as he continued to squeeze your hand. 

“I hope you can feel my love whenever you’re sad like this—”

“Leave, old boy! Can’t you see she’s had enough of you?” 

“Come visit me and the others at the church soon!” Almost comically, Arthur drags Charles away by his collar. He turns around and waves at you. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but a small smile reached its way to your lips at Charles' cute antics. 

thank you once again for taking the time to read my writing. there were a few I wasn't too satisfied with, but I hope you liked it nonetheless.

leave a like and/or a reblog if this was a fun read for you. despite its self-indulgence, I hope this comforted you a lil bit.

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[princessanonymous]

When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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Trigger Warning: A bit of gore and death. (Y/n) ain't ok guys.

21. 𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

(Y/n) had thought she would finally be safe. She had thought she was free. 

As the night of the blood moon unfolded, everything spiraled into chaos. She shouldn't have left her guard down, yet she did. Her lapse in vigilance sealed her fate and that of so many others.

That night, she had looked out in the sky, painted in a deep, foreboding shade. Under the ominous shade of the sky, the moon gleamed brighter than ever, casting an eerie red glow. Its deep shade of red was unlikely to go unnoticed. She had slept that night, feeling as if she was finally free ; a momentary respite. Dorian would surely give up now. It was too late, he wouldn’t want to wait three other months, would he? His infatuation must have dwindled by now, he would eventually forget about her. 

She closed her eyes, feeling peaceful and relieved.

Until screams shattered the tranquility, pulled her out of slumber. Panic coursed through her entire body as she quickly rose, recognizing the sounds of pain and struggle from outside her room. A part of her already knew who the attacker was. A sinking realization gripped her — he had found her.

She placed a chair below the doorknob as a makeshift barricade even though she knew it would only buy her seconds. True to expectation, the door knob moved shortly after. Her defense stopped the vampire, though she was aware it was just a matter of time until he would brute force his way in.

"Doll," Dorian's voice oozed sickeningly sweet. "I know you are in there."

A surge of fear paralyzed her momentarily. Foolishly considering hiding under the bed, she dismissed the idea as impractical. The window seemed her only escape, but the second-floor fall carried its risks.

"Let me in, dear," he insisted.

Stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea, she hesitated. "(Y/N)," he snapped loudly and threateningly, "If you do not open this door now, you will regret it, young lady!”

She looked out the window, her heart beating rapidly. Outside, he began counting down, leaving her with no choice. She struggled to open the window; her hands were trembling and her vision was blurry. She had to get out. She could hear his voice, and she knew he wouldn’t remain patient for much longer. When "one" resounded, the window finally yielded. Simultaneously, the vampire burst through the door. She jumped out, but her landing was flawed — a sharp crack resonated through the night as her left leg met the ground. 

She cried out as she clenched her leg. Pain seared through her, yet the urgency to escape eclipsed it. She couldn't forget the danger following her. She fought against the tears and dizziness to run away as fast as she could. Every step was agonizing and the burning sensation didn't leave.

Despite her efforts, the Duke's supernatural speed prevailed. Capturing her effortlessly, she found herself back in the monster's clutches. Sobbing, she pleaded, "Let me go! I hate you, I hate—" Her words were cut short as he yanked her hair with a brutal grip.

Angry and bloodstained, he presented a menacing figure. Red eyes and sharp canines accentuated his fury. "You foolish girl," he spat out the words with venom, the hatred dripping from each syllable. 

With a cruel and relentless grip, he seized (Y/n) by the hair, the strands entwining around his bloodstained fingers. Her desperate screeches and uncontrollable sobs echoed through the night. As they arrived at the nunnery, he released his vice-like grip on (Y/n), who crumpled to the cold ground like a broken puppet. Her body convulsed with sobs.

"Look at it !" He ordered, his wrath clear to see. His command cut through the chaos, compelling her to witness the gruesome aftermath — a massacre.

It was a carnage. In front of her, there was nothing but death, the bodies of the nuns scattered around. The nuns lay dead, most decapitated, their kindness repaid with brutality. 

Red.

She only saw red. Everything was red. Her own hands were red. Red from the blood of these kind people that had let her stay with them.

"This," he said with scorn, "is mortality. A disease. An uncontrollable fate that comes to all humans. A parasite that has followed humanity for far longer than any of us could comprehend. Death comes for all. All except us. Do you now understand why I want to turn you ?"

He leaned down to her level, cupping her face in his hand softly, a stark difference to the strong grip he previously held on her hair. His eyes, bright red, and looking intensely at her, seemed to pierce through her entire being. “I want you to become something greater. Something far more powerful. Something Eternal.”

She sobbed uncontrollably, because there was nothing else she could do. She was helpless next to this being, overwhelmed by the carnage before her. At her reaction, his eyes grew colder and he stood up. "We are going home," he ordered after some time. She offered no response, and he simply carried her, the pain of her broken leg hadn't subsided either.

The girl squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lips during the entire journey, feeling an intense need to erase these images out of her mind.

With the vampire's speed, they arrived rapidly, the journey being a rapid blur of emotions and feelings. And once he quietly brought her to her room, once she was put in bed with care, once she thought everything was over, the vampire's fangs sunk deep into (Y/n)'s neck.

A scream echoed in her throat as two burning rods pierced her. Venom surged through her veins, scorching and annihilating everything in its path. As it reached her heart, her consciousness desperately attempted to cling to awareness amidst the excruciating pain. The room blurred, voices entered, and her eyes snapped shut. Darkness enveloped her, a cruel embrace as the transformation took hold. ☾ Killian's miscalculation unfolded like a haunting prophecy. In underestimating Dorian, he had unwittingly paved the way for a relentless pursuit. Dorian, fueled by an unyielding determination, had seemingly uncovered the whispers of a girl surviving a vampire assault, finding refuge under the protective wings of a nunnery.

As Killian roamed the shadows with his heightened senses, the cry of pain reached his ears, emanating from the girl's room. The realization struck him like a cold gust, sending shivers down his spine. 

She had been turned.

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It was mentioned in the last chapter that word of mouth had already been traveling about her situation, wasn’t it ? Dorian doesn’t like gossiping, but he’s willing to listen to any rumor to find her. ;)

[autisticempathydaemon]

Redactober 2024 Day Twenty-Five

Prompt: Porter & Prank

Pairing: None, Platonic Solaire antics

cw: Mild violence, Mild language

“I thought a little prank might liven up the place.”

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“GETTY!”

“What have you done now, con gái?” William asks, not bothering to look up from the book in his hands. Alexis shrugs a shoulder, taking out an airpod just in time to see Porter speed through the door. With his eyes a lurid red and his fangs bared, he would be the poster image of vampiric rage… if not for the strip of lush, dark hair shaven clean in the middle of his head like a ridiculous, reverse mohawk.

“A bold choice,” Alexis deadpans with a raised eyebrow. “It doesn’t look good.”

“You won’t look good when I’m done with you, you vicious bitch!”

“What’s really vicious is the DIY job you’ve to your hair, sweetie. I know you’re missing Vinny, but let’s not be teenage girls about it.” Porter pounces at Alexis, his nails aimed for her smug face, and she, the older vampire of older blood, is faster, throwing him back into the wall with a swift duck and kick into the sternum. The younger vampire leaves a hole in the plaster but is unharmed, is incensed more than anything, and readies himself to launch again when William lifts his head, leveling them both with a level stare.

“Con cái, you’ll get blood on the floors and so soon after the cleaners have come,” he tuts, clicking his tongue disapprovingly at the flakes of paint and drywall littering the floor. “Alexis, did you do this?”

“Obviously not,” she says, already the put-upon image of laissez-faire boredom.

“Then curious and curiouser… Perhaps it was a ghost.” William goes back to reading with an air of finality only he can accomplish, sucking the momentum out of the fight. He keeps reading when Porter skulks out the room, hissing violent curses and threats at Alexis as he passes her and slamming the door on the way out.

“Really, William?” Alexis asks, looking at her maker, unimpressed. “Shaving his head?”

“The manor has been so quiet since Vincent left,” the king says with a little smile as he turns a page. “I thought a little prank might liven up the place.”

[merbear25]

My girrrrl, I love you and your events, so here I am!

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Gn o fem reader, sfw o nsfw, as you feel comfortable. I trust you and in your talent ♡

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A road you’d traveled many times before. The journey home was long overdue and as the night carried you on the darkened path, a dose of reality put a hold on your plans. A house that was a part of the scenery for all those years now entered the foreground, earning itself much more than just an eerie visual.

CW: very suggestive, fem!reader, mentions of blood, death, reader is attacked

Heart Throbbing (Vampire! Mihawk) 

Traveling cross country on your way home for the holidays wasn’t all bad. The long stretches of road and the stars peaking through the clouds above gave you a sense of peace. The countryside was beautiful this time of year: the mix of yellows and reds painting parts of the way and the corn fields that were turned white under the moon’s rays. 

The fresh air sent your long locks flowing behind the headrest when you cracked the windows. You flicked your cigarette onto the damp pavement, letting the embers on it fade in the mirrors. A house appeared over the hill in the distance, one which graced your route each journey home but never had any lights on. It sat off in the distance in the open field. Each time you caught a glimpse of it, a thought crossed your mind of why it hadn’t been torn down yet.

As your car drew nearer, a sudden drop on the driver’s side caused you to swerve. Having been speeding down these roads for as long as you had, karma was sure to catch up with you eventually. Heart pounding in your ears, throat dry from the loss of breath, the smell of burnt rubber wafted past you: the sinking feeling was inescapable. 

Nothing but the rustling of the corn stocks greeted you as you exited your vehicle. “Is this your way of telling me to slow down?” You groaned up at the heavens, while the driver’s side was sinking more into the ground.

Your eyes fell on that soulless house in the distance again. Surely there was someone living there if it was still standing. There’d be no use for it surrounded by a corn field otherwise, you rationalized.

The path was beaten to hell and back. Overgrown weeds that crawled at your pant legs, rocks that seemed to penetrate the soles of your shoes, all leading to the front porch that creaked from the wind alone. Its front door was swallowed in the corner, completely hidden by the darkness, and the lack of floodlights in the front yard gave little hope for there being any life within its dwelling.

Scoffing at yourself for making the stupid mistake of flying down these parts to shave a few minutes off your travel time, you turned around trying to recall the nearest gas station. Stepping further to the side triggered a light. Your shadow instantly stretched down the long untended path.

The outer walls felt as if they stretched to the rolling clouds when you faced them again. Each knock on the door echoed around you. Only the original three felt appropriate to bother whomever may be resting inside and given the state of the place, the chill of who lived in such seclusion prickled at the back of your neck.

“Who’s there?”

“Sorry to bother you but uh, I’m having some car issues. I have a flat tire and I don’t have any service out here.” Your eyes darted over the same few spots on the door. “Could I use your phone to call a tow truck or something?” The dragged out silence coiled itself around your chest, tightening around it like a boa constrictor.

“You may.” The door was left ajar. Lights flooded the entryway, presenting this shabby house as a home. Burnt orange wallpaper with delicate gold swirls covered the walls and the dark cherry staircase made the crown molding pop. “Apologies for not opening the door sooner. One can’t be too careful when a stranger wanders up to their door in the dead of night.”

The deadpan stare tied with the suspicious wording had you on edge, yet you smiled out of understanding. “I know how inconvenient this all is, so I deeply appreciate your help, sir.”

A slow, short nod was issued before he started down the hallway. “Truth be told, I don’t get many visitors. I assume most have convinced themselves this place is abandoned.” The oddly personal comment directed at you sent a shiver down your spine. “But I pay it no mind. I’ve grown to prefer my personal time.”

You followed him as he continued down the hall. “I take it you keep fairly busy though, what with the fields and all?”

“Yes, I suppose they help pass the time, but it’s a mere fraction of what I get up to.” A demeanor as cold as his would’ve normally iced you out, but you found yourself drawn to him. The air of mystery thickened with each word that passed his lips. “And what brings you out here at such a late hour? A young lady such as yourself, shouldn’t be traveling right now.” 

“I was on my way back home for the holidays.” There was a stillness in the house when you spoke, causing a faint ringing in your ears.

The hallway twisted and turned. The patterns on the walls shifted and slithered. The lights that lit the way flickered and faded. You felt short of breath all of the sudden. Beads of sweat teased your hairline and the sensation of fainting flooded your trembling body. “I-I feel really…ill. I need to sit down.” Dry, choked concerns of yours fell flat on your host’s ears.

He turned to face you, stepping towards you in a way that savored your panic stricken form. The pattern in his yellow eyes was difficult not to be drawn to. They glowed along with the swirling patterns on the wall. Vertigo left you swaying back against the orange and gold.

When you began sliding down the wall, he was quick to catch you. Forcing you against his hip, a guttural grunt rumbled in his throat as he gazed down at the helpless rabbit. Each push against him in protest was in vain. His grip on you tightened, making you cry out.

As he leaned in closer to you, his lips grazed your neck. The feeling of his tongue tracing your quickening pulse coaxed the inevitable pleas of mercy. Begging for him to let you go, that you wouldn’t tell anyone, that you’d take it to your grave: it was all so delectable.

He groaned against your neck at your feeble attempts at breaking free. “I’ll do anything! Please, please, please,” you repeated in strangled sobs.

“Shhhh,” he cooed while stroking your hair. “Don’t worry, my pretty little thing.” He gently kissed your neck, trailing them up to your temple, each one allowing more of his sharp teeth to graze your sensitive skin. A deep sigh left him as he felt your hope of escaping leave your body. “I don’t play with my food.”

A deep puncture sent a shock throughout your system. You clawed at his back as wet gasps trickled down to your chest. Your eyes rolled back and your vision faded in and out, while the pleasure infused pants from him filled your ears. The grip he had on your hip and back of your neck strengthened as you lost feeling in your legs. Your body weight dragged you to the floor, pulling him with you.

Rough movements of his hips against yours as he lapped at the wounds in your neck made you choke on your own blood. He gripped the back of your head and painted the rest of your dainty neck in red strips. The jagged markings morphed into sensual kisses.

“I wish you could understand how good you taste.” Holding you closely, he was debating whether or not to drain you entirely. A tasty morsel like you was hard to come by, and seeing as his last fix was six feet under, there was an opening itching to be filled.

He pressed his face against your cheek, licking at the drying blood he left behind. “I can make the bleeding stop, but if I do, you’re bound to me for the rest of your days. You’ll live to serve me in every way I wish. If you refuse, you’ll die right here…right now. What do you say?” His hot iron scented breath bathed your clammy skin. 

You sputtered an agreement, earning you a curse disguised as your saving grace. Scared of what your life would become but terrified of death, you sealed your soul to a man you deemed the devil himself.

[sidekick-hero]

Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire

(steddie | wc: 548 | explicit | cw: vampire!steve, blood sucking, dub-con | written for @steddiemicrofic's prompt charm)

Vampires are commonly known as vile leeches without souls, morals, or compassion. They know only one emotion: hunger.

At least, it's common knowledge among Eddie's kind, because hunters know things civilians don't. Civilians are little more than sheep waiting to be slaughtered by the big bad wolf. If it were not for people like Eddie.

One particular big bad wolf has been a thorn in his side for months.

It started when Eddie decapitated another creature of the night that had a tendency to attack and kill pretty young girls. Girls like Chrissy, who barely survived because Eddie came to her rescue at the last second.

When he took her home that night, she gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek in thanks before running into her house. Her lips were dry and warm and a hint of her perfume had caught Eddie's nose, so he couldn't really be blamed for his wandering mind.

It had only taken a second, but a second was all it took for someone with superhuman strength and speed to pull him into the woods behind Chrissy's house.

Eddie thought he was fucked.

And he was, just more in a biblical way.

They call it compulsion: a charm that strips a vampire's prey of any free will.

It didn't take much: a look into dark hazel eyes, their red gleam giving them an otherworldly look. A few words spoken in a whiskey-smooth voice, cooing at Eddie as a cold hand ran along his cheeks, down his neck, over his pounding pulse. A sweet smell, like a honey trap, fogging his senses.

It put him under a spell, will-less and pliable for the vampire to do as he pleased. Before Eddie knew what was happening, his hands were clawing at a tree, the bark leaving marks all over his body from the way the vampire's violent thrusts pushed him against the tree again and again and again.

"Aren't you pretty? So eager, so willing to take it. Giving it up for me so easily when you killed one of my kind just minutes ago."

And Eddie? Is sobbing, begging him to stop, only that the words coming out of his mouth are "yes oh God yes please more, harder, fuckfuckfuck, GOD" in an endless litany of profanities and pleas.

And then the vampire bit him, right where neck meets shoulder, and Eddie came with a scream, painting the bark that was still rubbing against his sensitive skin, mixing intense pleasure with pain. He felt himself clenching down on the delicious length inside him, milking it as the vampire milked his veins.

When he pulled out, Eddie felt his spent leak out of his hole, and cold fingers pushed it back in. "Keep it warm for me, darling. I'll put more in next time."

And by God, he did.

Eddie doesn't know how, but the vampire keeps finding him, keeps fucking him, the hold it has on Eddie powerful and unbreakable.

He learns his name is Steve, has moaned that name more times than he can count, but not tonight.

Tonight he's ready.

He lifts the amulet and faces Steve. "This ends here and now, your spell is broken."

Steve smirks. "Oh, baby, it was all you. I never put a spell on you."

[canonmisogynyvictimstournament]

PROPAGANDA

EVE (PARADISE LOST)

1.) I recognise how insane this submission is because this was written in 1667 and so attitudes towards women were obviously very different. But misogyny has always existed, no matter the time period, and so I think it’s fair to pick up on it. Although Milton somewhat avoids painting Eve as the wicked seductress, she is nevertheless presented as inherently inferior to Adam - her ‘virtue’ and 'passion’ are supposed to be an equal counterpart to Adam’s intellect but Milton’s clear resentment of Eve shines through. She is vain from the beginning - enamoured with her own reflection until she meets Adam. She is Adam’s subordinate and readily accepts her place in the hierarchy below him, until she meets Satan. Women seeking power and knowledge is therefore inextricably tied to the fall of mankind. Her attempt for some kind of independence away from Adam (going to tend the garden away from him) is also presented as the primary reason she succumbed to Satan because Adam is needed to protect her. Eve (the mother of all women) therefore creates the assumption that women are weak and easily misled away from men. The description of her eating the apple is very sexual - perhaps reflecting the anxieties of men at the time of being cuckolded and therefore dishonoured by their wives. She is the ultimate disobedient, dangerous wife. Her reason for sharing the forbidden knowledge with Adam, rather than keeping it for herself, is because she is worried she will face the wrath of God and be replaced with another Eve. So it is her jealousy that brings them both down. (It is all a lot more complicated than this so Eng lit people don’t kill me) but yeah poor Eve.

CORDELIA CHASE (BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER/ANGEL THE SERIES) (CW: Pregnancy)

1.) (downs an entire bottle of vodka and slams it back on the table) SO. CORDY. Cordy started off as a supporting character in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. At the start she was your typical high school mean girl character, but as the show went on we got to see more depth to her character: her insecurities, her courage, her capacity for incredible acts of kindness. Then after the third season she moved into the show’s spin off, Angel, where from the beginning she was basically the show’s secondary protagonist. Her and Angel were the two mainstays of the show’s main cast, she gets the most episodes centered on her out of all the characters aside from Angel (and yes, I’ve checked), and we really got to see her grow from a very shallow and self-centered and kind of mean person to a true hero who was prepared to give up any chance at a normal life to fight the good fight while still never losing the basic core of her character. There were some… questionable moments like the episode where she gets mystically pregnant with demon babies and things got a bit iffy like halfway through season 3 where the writers seemed to run out of ideas for what to do with her outside of sticking her in this romance drama/love triangle situation with the main character but overall, pretty good stuff right? THEN SEASON 4 HAPPENED. In season 4 she gets stripped of literally all agency and spends pretty much the entire season possessed by an evil higher power, and while possessed she sleeps with Angel’s teenage son (who BY THE WAY she had helped raise as a baby before he got speed-grown-up into a teenager it was a whole thing don’t worry about it) and gets pregnant with like. the physical manifestation of the higher power that’s possessing her. it’s about as bad and stupid as it sounds and also is like the third time cordy’s got mystically pregnant in this show and like the fourth mystical pregnancy storyline overall (you will be hearing more on that note in other submissions I’m so sorry). after giving birth she goes into a coma, in which she remains for the rest of season 4 and the first half of season 5. SPEAKING OF WHICH DON’T THINK SEASON 5 IS GETTING OFF SCOT FREE HERE. yeah so in season 5 the show just FULLY starts trying to erase cordy’s existence. she gets mentioned ONCE in the first episode and then never again until halfway through the season where she wakes up, helps out Angel for a bit and encourages him in his fight against evil, and then goes quietly into that good night and dies so it can be all sad and tragic. I’d call it the worst fridging of all time but even THAT feels generous because the whole point of fridging is killing off a female character so a man can be sad, and after Cordy dies basically no one’s even sad about it because the show immediately goes back to pretending she never existed. she is not mentioned ONCE in the two episodes after she dies. in the whole stretch of time between her death and the end of the season she gets mentioned exactly four times. again, I counted. anyway the fun twist to all of this is that all of this happened because the actress who played cordy got pregnant before season 4 and joss whedon was so pissed off about this affecting his plans for the show that he decided to completely fuck over her character and then fire her and write her out of the show. so cordy’s a victim of both writing AND real life misogyny!! good times!!

2.) OH SO MANY THINGS they menaced by giving her terrible hair cuts, making her seem like she’d get together with the guy she loves (and who loves her back) but instead she was killed and when she was brought back, she got possessed by an evil entity who used her body to give birth to itself. afterwards she was in a long coma and died. her character was so throughoutly assassinated

3.) She got demonically pregnant TWICE - there was this real sense of a womb/ability to get pregnant as like, a place for evil to get in. She got positioned as femme fatale and evil mother. The actress basically got fired for being pregnant, and when she agreed to come back for a single final episode she specifically said they could do anything but kill off the character. Guess what happened

[heartfullofleeches]

Just a random ramble about Cholly. (Also couldn't remember the pronouns so I stuck with He/They since I think I remember those being used but I apologize if it's incorrect!)

My brain is filled with Cholly for some reason and I just imagine them wearing the goofiest halloween costumes. Like the classic ones but having a silly gag. Vampire costume would probably involve them being caught having "blood" on his mouth but he pulls out tomato juice. Frankenstein (I know thats the doctor but for simplicity sake I'm calling the monster that) costume would be normal except he shocks himself with electricity. Unlike Frankenstein however, he shows that skeleton and black border cartoons use as he is zapped. Although his body is a mystery with how they can contort themself so those bones are just for show I'm pretty sure. Ghost costumes would definitely result in him being able to float while wearing it. Like it's just a white sheet over their head but when you pull it off he stays hovering in the air for a second but looks down and falls upon realization he can't fly. I feel like a mummy costume would just be him using toilet paper to wrap up people. He may wear it and then spin it off and wrap another person with it OR instead just pull it out and wrap others. Idk my brain is rotting and I think of the stuff cartoon logic can be applied to and Cholly just fills my brain perfectly.

Sorry if I bothered you with this! Just wanted to ramble a bit about Cholly :D

Never apologize when it comes to rambling about Cholly. I wholeheartedly advocate for more. You don't understand how much I love this goofy toon and would ramble about them daily if I didn't feel I was dumping too much about them at one time. They are so bby girl and such a delight to write for. (For future reference Cholly literally does not care about what pronouns are used for them as they are simply Cholly) For the Ghost costume I could see them doing a gag of drinking "poison" (maybe paint thinner?) and actually "dying" to become a ghost. (They'll be fine so no worries). Still throws on the sheet to spook their darling when the time comes. Probably throws it over their shadow instead and stands behind Reader, transparent and floating a couple inches off the ground. Uses their new abilities to peep on them before missing being able to touch Reader and hoping back in their old skin. - "Whatcha think of my new look?" It's certainly a look. Not the most original, but still quite cute. The trace of the rabbit's pointy ears stick out like a sore thumb from the sheet they wore. You could already imagine their cheeky grin, and the twinkle in their eyes hidden behind those big black circles cut through the blanket. You couldn't wait to see it. "Looking great, Cholly- just one little thing." The Ghost tilts their head, cloth bunching up just enough for you to make a grab at it with zero issue. "What's that?" "I already miss your pretty face." Lunging for the sheet, you yank it off their head in one fell swoop. Your speed surprises even you which boils to confusion as the dust settles. They aren't there. You've seen a number tricks from the colorful character, but there was always some trace of their presence life behind. You look to your right, then your left. "Cholly?" "Still right behind ya, Doll." You spin on your heels. It takes a minute for your eyes to pull away from the blank wall behind you and instead train on the head poking through it. Cholly waves, elbow propped on thin air and hand rested beneath their chin. Watching the quickness of your chest increase, their smile grows. "Hiya, Gorgeous~" You scream. Cholly snickers, eyes shut with the violent bounce of their shoulders. They let a surprise, elated gasp as their eyes widen beneath the see through lense of their kids. "Wow! I can see you even with my eyelids closed! Ghost life just keeps getting better and better." You march over to them, reaching out only to touch solid wall. "Are... are you...?" "Dead?" Cholly scoffs. "Pfft- Course not!.. I mean I am a ghost, but it's a toon thing. I can change back whenever I want to." You let out a sigh of relief. "Good..." "By the way.... If you ever need a hand in the shower, I could lean two. Missed a couple spots while you were in there earlier." "Cholly!" "Think I hear the stove runnin'. Better go catch. Catch ya later, Gorgeous." Bringing their hands up to the sides of your face, you feel the ghostly imprint of their lips upon yours. Only downside to their new form was they couldn't kiss you with the intensity and passion brew inside them whenever in your company. They wink as your brain redirects from the sweet gesture back to the topic of their little peeping session, and fazes out through the wall before you had the chance to chew them out.

[deangirlsstuff67]

Payback

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: teasing, dirty talk, face riding, throatfucking

Summary: You've had a crush on Dean ever since the boys save you from the werewolf, who happened to be your boyfriend at the time. Sam is like an older brother to you and well Dean is the best eye candy a girl can ask for. You'd never cross that line... would you?

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Sam stayed behind at Bobby's to do more research that he enjoyed and have some time off. It was a simple vampires nest, Dean and you could handle it.

What you weren't expecting was with Sam gone Dean amped up his flirting and teasing. Hand sitting too high on your thigh, leading you into a room by the small of your back, or the sexy winks he sends your way.

You're now back in your shared motel room. Dean was nice enough to let you shower first. You head was swimming in lust, you forgot to bring your clothes into the bathroom. Now you have to walk out in front of Dean in nothing but a towel and soaking wet.

Damn it.

Deep breath in to steady my nerves before opening the door. My eyes zero in on my bag, refusing to even look at Dean. God what he must think.

You barely hear the whispered 'fuck' that came from his direction. You turn to run back to the bathroom but stop dead in your tracks when you see him sitting up right and staring at you.

Your eyes are locked on his face as he scans your body up and down. Heat rises to your cheeks when those beautiful green eyes linger on your breasts.

Finding your voice finally, "Dean..."

It's barely above a whisper, but he hears you and drags his eyes up to your face. Licking his lips, he sends a soft smile your way, "you're fucking beautiful y/n."

Well fuck. What are you supposed to do with that. Biting your bottom lip, your thighs clench as a new wave of desire runs through your body.

Dean gets off the bed, making his way towards you. The close he steps the farther you back up. Within a couple steps your back hits the wall and he has you caged in between his strong arms.

"I'm trying sweetheart, but right now I want to lick every inch of you perfect, wet body."

Fuck. More slick runs down your thighs at his words. It's like a slip and slide down there.

Feeling brave, you let go of the tiny towel that barely covers your body. It slips down your frame, Dean's eyes following the path of new exposed skin. You wrap your arms around his neck and drag him down for a kiss.

Fireworks explode behind your eyes, feeling his lips on yours. You take over and back him up until you're both falling onto his bed.

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Rough carpet burns into your knees where you kneel in front of the oldest Winchester. He's strong hands are tangled in your y/h/c hair as he drives his cock deeper into your tight throat.

Drool and tears smear your face as he takes his pleasure from your mouth. Looking down at you with desire swimming in his irises, "you're gorgeous with my cock in your mouth y/n."

His thrusts speed up, get sloppy before you feel his cock twitch in your throat. Then your mouth is flooded with salty cum as he releases into your mouth.

Breathing heavy, you wipe your mouth clean and stand up. Dean takes you into a needy kiss, groaning when he tastes himself on your tongue.

Before you know what is happening, he has you on your back, thighs around his shoulders as he is thrusting his wet tongue into your waiting heat.

Dean made you incredibly horny. You think a little payback is needed. He needs to be just as desperate and horny as you are.

Wiggling away from his naughty mouth, you stand up. Confusion paints Dean's face as he slowly rises from his knees. You don't allow him to talk before you shovel him back onto the bed. His head bounces softly off the mattress, you're crawling up his body.

Dean starts to see what's happening as you place your knees on either side of his waiting face.

Dean sends you a sexy smirk before you lower your pussy onto his warm, wet mouth. You don't know it yet, but this is about to be you new favorite ride.

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Taglist:

@syrma-sensei @yvonneeeee

[not-krys]

[Repost] Hold My Hand - Thea

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Raw, unedited writing, Introvert vs Extrovert, Thea does cuss someone out in French (which is machine translation, so if it's wrong, sorry, not my fault)

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"Thanks for coming out with me today, Isaac." Thea smiled back at her companion, "I really appreciate it."

Isaac looked down at the street, unsuccessfully at hiding the pink on his cheeks.

"Sebas was busy with chores today, so he couldn't come. And Theo's always busy with selling paintings." She chattered away. "So, thanks again. I don't think we've really had a chance to spend time together yet, have we?"

Isaac said nothing. Thea only grinned more.

"Let see. We ordered Leonardo's cigarillos and some more fruit to be delivered later. We got the different brands of blue inks for Mozart and Arthur, since they like using blue ink in their work, but not the same one at Mozart's insistence. It's a little silly, if you think about it, all this fuss over different brands of ink. Not even the same specific brands each time either. One time I got them mixed up and neither of them seemed to notice. It was kind of funny, when I told Sebas about it."

"You…" Isaac mumbled.

"Hm?" Thea stopped and looked back at Isaac, the blush stronger on his face.

"You… talk a lot."

Thea laughed softly.

"Sorry, forgot you're not much for talking." She put her hand on her hip. "If it bothers you, just tell me to shut my pie hole. No hard feelings on my part, I know I talk a lot. My dad Liam complained about my chattering all the time. Only for Papa Beni to swoop in and starting chatting with me too, just to get on Liam's nerves."

"Dad? Papa?"

"They're my fathers. Well, they took in my mom and me when we had nowhere else to go. They're not my dads in the biological sense. just practically raised me from the ground up. They were all friends when they were young, my mom, Liam and Beni. They refused to let their friend be homeless."

"They… they sound nice."

"I wish you could meet them." She smiled, "Well, if they can get over me time-travelling to the past and meeting famous figures of the past that have been turned into vampires first."

Isaac didn't say anything, letting the freckled girl chatter on as much as her heart desired. He didn't like that she prattled on so much, but he knew he wasn't great at starting conversations (or keeping them going, really), so really, the fact that she didn't seem bothered by him being quiet at all was both relieving and a little unnerving. Not that she ever ignored him, she was attentive when he had something to say, but still, he should be contributing to the conversation more, surely?

The crowds were getting denser, Isaac noticed. Thea was tall, but it didn't bode well if he lost her in the crowd. Would Theo come after him if he lost her? Would Arthur? The thought irritated him.

He then heard the sound of screams of horses and fast spinning wheels. Of course, someone was speeding through the street when there was high foot traffic-!

Isaac reached out thoughtlessly, grabbing a hold of Thea's warm hand, just as the careening carriage turned the corner, narrowly missing the girl, thankfully only blowing back her hat. She whipped her head around, looking angry at the fleeing vehicle.

"Hey! Slow down, asshole! Il y a des gens qui marchent ici, connard!"

Isaac flushed pink, embarrassed.

"Honestly," Thea huffed, "the nerve of some people! It's only gonna get worse when cars start getting mass-manufactured. Man…"

Isaac was still too stunned to speak, looking stupefied at their still joined hands.

[anin13]

Shumori · Chapter 2

TW diabolik lovers, basically, lol but nothing too harsh this chapter

Shu stretched himself and got off the sofa after about 3 rounds o 5 more minutes. He heard the lecture upstairs was beginning to subside, and it would be a pain if Reiji came back for round 2, which he absolutely would, as he was the vampire equivalent of a morning person. The oldest Sakamaki brother wasn't quite awake yet, so he stared at a familiar painting above the fireplace, lost in barely existent thought.

Their old butler figured they'd love to have reminders of their childhood from the demon world in the human world and snuck it into the transportation means. It was good intentions.

-Us kids aren't supposed to be here at night, with vampires and all that lurking around this forest; it's getting late, let's go back to town!

The irony, Edgar, is that as long as I'm here you're safe. I am one of them. Would we be friends if you knew?

-Oi, SHU! Reiji won't stop ranting, climb your ass into the limousine already!

A red haired vampire with slit pupils in his bright green eyes interrupted his daydream.

Ayato Sakamaki wasn't a fan of school either but he had a look about really needing Reiji out of his hair; Shu would do the "good action of the day" for himself and Ayato while he was at it.

He'd do the hygiene routine in vampire power speed; although it was tiring to do such a trivial thing with said abilities, he did feel grateful there was at least that perk to being unable to die in his case, as things like making oneself presentable were such a drag.

While Shu was contemplating the painting, the limousine was being held hostage by a family of four: While it was not their pride and joy to say, Ruki, Kou, Yuma and Azusa Mukami were expert thieves due to a tragic fate; nobody even cared to notice their massive car was gone at the Sakamaki mansion, it was almost a boring outcome.

-Yuma... isn't this going to... endanger Eve? We are... supposed to protect... that girl from dying... she is important... -Azusa Mukami looked at Yuma's progress under the limousine, not understanding a thing that was going on with that piece of machinery, and why it was so noisy. Were cars really supposed to sound like that?

-This isn't about that little piglet's safety, Azusa, it's about making a statement!!! -Yuma yelled with his index finger almost on Azusa's face, but still lying on the floor under the car- those damn aristocrats aren't getting any subtlety from me!

-What if we approached in a friendly way, and then SNAP, when they least expect it, stab their backs with the thorns of roses? -Kou Mukami smirked. He wasn't into physical combat or direct confrontation despite so many people silently wanting to beat him up at the idol agency, as his eye of truth told him.

Totally for no reason, though.

-I'll tell ya somethin' I learned when out hunting; -Yuma retorted- most creatures, even some humans, can sense or smell bad intentions, and these guys are vampires. They'll immediately smell a hidden thing. So a bold entrance is more effective.

A rainbow smoke cloud left the car engine. What was Yuma doing..?

-Ruki, -Kou turned to Ruki, pouting- why did you approve of this reckless plan? This terrorism is not much like you, and what about the Masokitty's fragile body?

The older brother looked into the dark night awaiting them and replied,

-There is a chance Eve doesn't actually like to live as some vampire's personal snack; it could be that she'll see us as potential saviors if we attack the Sakamakis and threaten to take her away.

-But Ruki... Eve seems to be a masochist... -Azusa looked at him in disbelief.

-And if that is not the case, as she seems to be pretty smitten by that "Subaru" person, we still make a statement on our capability. He hasn't awakened yet, or we wouldn't have been sent.

-Don't worry about her safety, it is already in negative numbers around them. Yuma will make sure the accident isn't lethal for humans, too. Or he'll be punished.

Yuma delivered the final wrench turn on the car.

-Yeah, yeah... -he rolled his eyes but felt a tiny shiver in the stomach

-Oi Ruki, be glad you are the only aristocrat I or my supreme mechanics skills wouldn't lay a hand on... -he got out from under the car covered in soot to look at his oldest adoptive brother- you are our brother, remember you're more one of us than one of them.

The limousine was in an argument like so many times before. Laito was teasing Subaru about wanting to sit next to Yui so bad, and Subaru turned red and yelled about it not being true and not caring who she's next to.

Laito then laughed and claimed in that case he'd sit next to her and have a very tasty breakfast if he really didn't mind, but Reiji cut him off to tell him to stop the impertinence, as she was someone else's prey.

Yui contorted her face and hid it behind her hands, mortified, and Kanato yelled, on the verge of tears, about Teddy feeling bad with all their racket. Ayato was fed up and told everyone to shut the fck up, which resulted in Reiji telling him to watch his language, and...

Meanwhile, the myth of the guys who hunker down and wait in the dark in highways to rob some car was about to come true. Yuma had insisted he needed to supervise his masterpiece.

Despite hating standing on a windy, dark cliff in the middle of nowhere in a school uniform he felt out of place using, being able to smell the exact number of people who hadn't organized themselves to go to the bathroom in time and released themselves on the highway instead (hadn't they been sent to a first world country??????), he had to admit it was best to know the results.

What he saw next was absolutely spectacular...

Shu couldn't listen to music in peace and informed the rest they were spoiling it, when suddenly the car did a somersault, crashed into a tree and exploded in a blast of colors.

The vampires disapparated into the the highway that led to school just before the tree was hit, and Subaru took Yui with him. She looked pale and ready to panic, but the others seemed to be only mildly shocked, as if this could happen every few months like a small leak in the bathroom pipes.

An accident like that surely wouldn't kill them, but she was glad Subaru was caring and fast enough to get her to safety.

-What happened?

-Maybe it was those guys up there -Laito pointed to a cliff overlooking the highway from a dark forest.

-Eve -a voice said, and Yui recognized it from an unsettling dream.

-What a drag -Shu muttered, but wasn't one of those faces a bit familiar? The really tall, muscular one? It was too far, he couldn't see it properly.

-It seems like they are also vampires! -Laito said

-However, they are not purely vampires like ourselves -Reiji observed- besides, the limousine was driven by a familiar, they cannot go insane or be bribed and crash in this most hideous way. This was deliberate.

-So we have ourselves a declaration of war! How exciting! -Ayato said with a bright smile and pumped up.

Reiji called another limousine, but they went back home instead.

Yui was upset about the accident or terrorist attack and went to Subaru's room to tell him. Subaru wasn't so surprised it happened, as his bastard of a father had made enemies in every dimension he'd set foot in. So they occasionally had to dodge attacks, but it was now worse because a human could certainly not do that! how was he supposed to protect her?

Yui's worry wasn't eased at all at the news, but changed the topic and told him about the voice she'd heard in her dream and how it had echoed at the cliff.

She sometimes seemed to have dreams that came true or were connected to reality, she told Subaru. Did he know if it was something related to Cordelia's heart?

-No, that woman had no intuition whatsoever, that I know of. Maybe it is something you have? Geez, believe you're special, for once...

-Even so, it's been bothering me. I don't seem to predict good things. But I don't want to ask Reiji or the others, it's embarrassing; they'll only laugh at me and then say it's my fault if anything does happen.

-I'm not sure Reiji would care, but my mom knows about those things. Since we didn't go to school... -Subaru averted his eyes and hesitated- do you want to visit her with me?

Yui smiled. She was so happy Subaru wanted her to spend time with Christa, even if the reason was rather bleak! She had never had a mom, and Christa had always been so lovely to her.

-If you are okay with it! -she beamed

Subaru grunted but offered his hand to take her to the castle in the demon world. And told her, speaking of dreams, of the misadventure he and his brothers had at their coming of age ceremony.

His father had induced them all unaware, into a collective dream while they still had the bodies of children. Transported them to a ghoul-infested wasteland. The creatures had attempted to eat them.

They were supposed to find some forsaken forbidden fruit they never found. They passed the test of survival, but not the test their father had been more interested in, it seemed.

Yui had never heard of the possibility of those collective dreams... it sounded complicated. Suddenly it occurred to her, wasn't Christa also a powerful vampire who had the exact same blood as Karl-Heinz, and probably similar abilities?

[cybercookiepainteralmond]

Miraculous undead

A scream rings out, she feels an agonizing pain in her throat as the splash of blood falls down her mouth, her eyes open from the nightmare of the night she became a Marinette wakes to yet another day of her "life" as she dresses in a blue turtleneck, purple jeans and brown boots and gloves, she puts on a red scarf and a motorcycle helmet before grabbing her bag and heading downstairs. She passed her parents Sabine Cheng and Tom Dupain, who give her a hug as Sabine says

"Marinette, are you sure you still want to go to school?"

And Tom adds in "We can try to homeschool you if you'd like."

The concern in their voices obvious as they clearly just want to make sure she's doing ok after the incident last month.

"Mamman I'm going to be fine, Chloe's been a good help, and if things get too much she'll be there to stop me."

Marinette says with a voice that says she's clearly anxious but is trying to do something to manage it .

She walks to school, trying to make sure she doesn't draw attention as she sees an old man in a Hawaiian shirt about to get hit by a car, she rushes to help him using an unnatural speed, her helmet lost as her skin starts to burst and she screams in pain, quickly getting into the shade and making her way to school that way after making sure the old man was safe. Her rather roundabout route means that once she gets to school she's late for class and rushes only to find that the seat next to Chloe that the two had planned for her is reserved for someone else, she's forced to sit next to the new girl who introduces herself as Alya and comments

"You look kinda pale, are you sick?"

With an obvious curiosity that Marinette isn't sure she likes being so close to someone who doesn't realize how dangerous she is as Alya notices how cold her skin is and Chloe thankfully butts in and says

"Hey new girl! Buzz off!"

And Marinette is forever grateful for the intervention as the teacher finally arrives. She introduced herself as Mdme. Bustier and gives a wary look to Marinette, clearly she knows about her condition. The next few hours pass as a normal school day might, Chloe laments that Marinette couldn't meet someone named Adrien who's supposedly her childhood best friend. Marinette is barely paying attention as her hunger is getting harder to ignore, Chloe notices and asks

"Need help with it?"

While rolling her sleeve back, the burning agony of hunger causing Marinette to briefly bare her fangs before pulling Chloe's wrist to her mouth and biting down, drinking the blood that wells up to the surface until Chloe manages to get her attention to stop her from taking too much. Marinette looks away shamefully as she gently wipes a little blood from her lip, Chloe applying a bandage to her own wrist to prevent bleeding out as she says

"You don't need to apologize, I'm volunteering because I genuinely want to help."

They hear a gasp as the two realize that Alya had seen this and instantly tries forcing questions about being a vampire on Marinette, who clearly doesn't want to talk about it. Thankfully they're saved from that problem as a giant stone Goliath attacks the school and they run, Chloe dropping Marinette off at her home after lending a hoodie to protect her from the sun. Once Marinette is home she heads to her room, thankful that she convinced her parents that painting her windows was a much cheaper option than digging a basement. Once she takes in the sight of a strange box on her desk, she opens it to find a pair of earrings that once she touches out pops a humanoid little bug plushie looking thing that says

"Hi"

and Marinette can't help but hiss in fear, before shouting

"What are you!?"

In terror, the bug thing says

"Names Tikki, I'm your kwami little vamp. I give the power of creation through those earrings."

Marinette just stays quiet for a minute while she processes what she was told, she's surprisingly taking it well while Tikki asks

"Are the humans downstairs your familiars or something?"

To which Marinette quickly denies and says

"Those are my parents!"

While absolutely horrified by the implications of Tikki's question Tikki quickly asks

"Like a cover family or?"

And Marinette just says

"Parents, parents, I'm 14"

and Tikki asks

"How long?"

Having understood what happened before saying

"You know what, doesn't matter right now, we need to team up with the holder of the black cat ring and stop that stone villain."

As Marinette starts denying it Tikki says

"We can argue about this later, right now we have a job to do, just say 'Spots on' to transform, I'll give you an outfit to protect you from the sun"

"Spots on"

To be continued

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JUST THIS ONCE - CH. 2 (18+) E

Xander x Spike

The aftermath of Xander and Spike's... confrontation, how things played out differently in the finale of season 6.

AO3 link for chapter 1 and tags

Xander caught himself running his fingers over the fading mark on his neck. A habit which he had formed since the wound had been inflicted upon him.

In moments where his thoughts would get away from him, his fingers would drift up to his neck and slowly circle the now faded pink bite marks. Spike had never reappeared after dumping Xander on the porch of the Summers’ house. Thankfully that gave him the freedom to concoct what ever story he’d liked without having to worry about lining up the details with the vampire. Or worse yet, telling the truth. He’d told his group of concerned friends that a bunch of vampires jumped the pair in the alley and Spike was forgiving enough to save Xander, even after dealing him a few solid blows moments earlier, and leave him somewhere safe.

Buffy wondered why Spike didn’t stick around to make sure that Xander was alright, but when he reminded her of the fight that had broken out mere moments before, she understood.

Unsure why he felt the need to defend Spike, to make him look like the good guy in this story. Xander knew he couldn’t exactly tell the truth. Not now, not like this. It would be too messy, raise too many questions. Mostly it would just make the night’s events real, permanent, like the wound on his neck.

The girls had all been kind enough to back off, believe his story without much question and let him process. Dawn had given him a glass of water and some chocolate when he awoke.

"For the blood loss," she smiled hopefully. "And the comforting factor."

Willow had gently removed his shoes and his jacket from his battered form. Buffy had thrown a blanket over him and Tara was burning some healing incense. They were surprised of course, and a bit confused. Normally, Xander would be pissed, ready to hunt down the vampires who had attacked him. Dismissing Spike even after he had saved his life, excusing his mercy as a way to get to Buffy. But they knew something was off when he seemed distant. He was all mumbles and glassy eyes.

Willow had departed from their circle around the couch to fetch some medical supplies from the bathroom upstairs. As she opened the cabinet under the sink, the front door of the Summers’ home burst open. There was yelling and then… Gunfire. Five shots.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang. Bang.

Bang.

By the time she had reached the bottom of the stairs she caught a glimpse of the familiar black van speeding away. When she turned towards the couch, she saw her friends collapsed into a heap. Blood painting the walls and soaking into the carpet.

What happened next was a flurry of magicks and grief and rage. Jonathan and Andrew had escaped the Witch’s fury but Warren was not so lucky. It was Xander who had managed to pull his childhood friend from the brink.

When he saw the gun, he dove in front of the girls to protect them. The first bullet caught him in the shoulder. Dawn had been hit in the leg, Buffy in the chest and Tara in the stomach.

Willow had seen, thought she had seen, her friends murdered. Her family ripped away from her in an instant. But when Xander had caught up to her, wobbly and with one arm in a sling he talked her down. They’d all be fine. He’d joked about how she needed a bullet wound to match theirs.

Then, Giles had arrived from England unexpectedly. Willow’s outpouring of dark magic had alerted a local coven who had sent him. He took Willow back to that coven with him, kicking himself for leaving them so selfishly. Determined to see the girl regain control.

Tara joined Willow at the coven when she was healed up well enough to travel. She felt responsible for pushing Willow to quit cold turkey instead of helping her regain control. They spent their days with the coven meditating and communing with the Earth. Deepening their understanding of their power.

That left Buffy, Xander and Dawn in Sunnydale to recover and pick up the pieces of their shattered group. Buffy recovered the quickest, of course, mortal wounds and being close to death were no stranger to a Slayer. Especially Buffy.

Xander was almost grateful for the distraction, how it took his mind away from alleys and bleach blond vampires. Nobody had mentioned the night they found him on the porch since. He threw his energy into Dawn and Buffy, fixing up their house, dropping Dawn off to school, patrolling, grocery shopping. What ever he could do, he was always there for them. Though he still had trouble looking Buffy in the eye.