#VAMPIRE AU

[artmolonara]

Oooo another set of colors to describe Waldo’s eyes as!

pink pomegranates & a plum! in a scribbly mood tonight :]

[alalnsted]

[kingprinceleo]

vampire au- idea testing grrr,,, kinda like the colors idk . puts him in the ooze

[academic-vampire]

Why do people still like vampires?

Because we’re awesome and hot as hell

(I mean seriously, what more do you need??)

[peppermintkamz]

So excited to finally share my first art piece for the Lokius Reverse Bang @lokiusbang. It's a collab with @andthekitchensinkao3, y'all should check it out

[timmydraker]

Thinking about Vampire Tim AU and him saving Bruce via turning.

None of the Drakes are actually Vampires, at least not permanently. It was a very strange instance that occurred out of pure chance and coincidence.

A pregnant Janet Drake in a foreign country having a run in with a starving vampire rouge that bite her just a few days before she gave birth.

Instead of the curse spreading to her, the labour of her child pushed and the spreading of lifeform spread to her baby as it was born. The child looked healthy, had no inhuman features, and they assumed her being so sick was simply the fact she was about to give birth.

Tim doesn’t realise what he is for a while purely because his parents are vegan and, until he was seven and had some beef from a classmates lunch, hadn’t had any blood enter his mouth.

Having to teach himself everything, Tim learned to manage both his hunger and abilities as quickly as he could. He studied history and mythos and did several test to figure out the limits to what he needed and could do.

He learnt that he could heal via blood, that he could go without air for days, and that his hearing was normal though his sense of smell was enough to distinguish blood types.

He learn that he could go two weeks without blood before it became a problem, but if he pushed it past three weeks he would start to experience literally decay.

Tim disconcerted his saving grace was that the hunger wasn’t as uncontrollable as people made it out to be in movies and books. At most, it was just like normal human hunger or thirst, and he was aware there was a huge variable in him being raised rather poorly.

He keeps it hidden for years, but then when he’s nineteen Bruce dies.

Not Batman, Bruce.

They got in a car crash of all things, the other drive running after they drove them off the road on the extremely rare instance that Alfred wasn’t driving.

Tim watched the tree branch in his foster father’s chest for several minutes as he thought about his options. Bruce was dead upon impact, gone with only the last wisps of life hanging to him.

Bruce was a father.

Batman was needed.

Even though it would out what he was, Tim forced his several sharp teeth out, all needle sharp and long enough his jaw had to unhinge slightly, and bit into his own wrist. The fangs, an inch long each, dug into his skin painfully before moving to dig into each of Bruce’s wrist and then finally his neck.

Tim smeared the blood into all three wounds and then squeezed as much as he could into Bruce’s mouth.

He had no idea how he knew what to do, trusting the instinct the curse seemed to just… give him.

When Bruce begins to breath again, Clark finally shows up. It’s been a total of eleven minutes and Tim only realises that the other took so long because he had been off planet, yet he is grateful because if he had been there…

Tim instructs Clark on how to cover up the scene, removing the cars and getting Bruce to the cave.

Dick is freaking out, worrying over his brothers ripped clothes and Bruce’s clear injuries, but Tim is quiet.

He takes Bruce’s medical cot and leads them both into a containment cell and then seals it, implementing his own lock as well as one of Bruce’s so no one can open it. He can hear someone banging on the glass a few times but he ignores it to stand over his father’s side and wait for him to wake up.

Naturally, when the older man does he’s panicked and screening Tim’s name.

Tim smiles at him sadly before taking hold of his hand, which Bruce immediately process as wrong.

“Why aren’t I dead?”

Smile growing sadder before fading to an almost formal look, Tim squeezed his hand before pulling away.

“I know you’ve had your suspicions and I thank you for trusting me regardless, but you are right. I’m not human Bruce, and now… you aren’t either.”

He lets the worlds settle for just a moment before continuing, knowing the other will want all the information he can. They’re both so similar in that way.

“I was born a vampire, I will always be a vampire. I will explain that all to you soon, but what you need to know is this: you do not need to drink human blood, you will not loose control over your thirst if you allow me to train you, and yes I had no choice. Gotham needs Batman and I-… I need my father. I will not apologise for my selfishness, but I am sorry you have to be like me.”

Bruce is quiet but he doesn’t move to kick Tim out, nor does he shout at him or cry in betrayal.

He’s surprised, but not more than Tim had ever seen before.

It’s almost an hour of silence between them before Bruce speaks again, “You… you are actually nineteen?”

Tim scoffs and Bruce glares, which makes Tim smile more, “I am. My body will age until around twenty five, at least that’s my hypothesis. If you are turned you stay the age you were, but I was born.”

Bruce nods and after a moment reaches out for his son’s hand.

Another silence before he squeezes it, “Have you told the others about… this change?”

Tim winces, “I tried to keep us separated because I knew you would worry for hurting someone, but I knew Damian would break in if he couldn’t listen so…”

“Ah. Understood.”

Then, in another rare instance that Tim thought he wouldn’t see for at least another few years, Bruce opens his arms to him for a hug.

Naturally, Tim crumbles into his father’s arms and sobs louder than a war drum.

Bruce kisses his head and holds him tight, a vampire embrace.

[dara-art]

The door creaked faintly. The witch felt it rather than heard it.

The soft footsteps were getting closer.

Hermione turned her head.

And the dark, determined look in his eyes made the blood in her body rush to her face and down somewhere at the same time.

Draco stood in front of her, dressed only in a thin black silk robe. Without taking his eyes off her face, he ran a long, clawed finger along the edge of the bathroom with amazing tenderness.

His hand turned palm up, inviting Hermione to stand up.

As if mesmerized, she put her small hand in his. He pulled and she gave way. Water was running down her naked body. But the embarrassment did not come. Just the heat. It glowed and curled under the skin of thin collarbones, freckled cheeks and thighs.

the darkest side (artfic)

part 5.1 longing (Hermione's Dream)

published on AO3 and on Patreon 🖤

[cinnamon-stixs]

More of the vampire au please! I miss it 🙏

Murderous intent? I think you mean ROMANTIC TENSION!

[pretty-little-mind33]

Vampire AU with Alexei Vronsky? I mean he's a Count after all.

SKY'S 3K CELEBRATION

I'm in love with this concept!! i saw that @lady-jane3 had a similar prompt and i'd like to shout out that fic because it's 10 times more in depth and better done than this haha!! READ HERE

(kinda inspired by that one scene in twilight)

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You can tell he hasn't fed in a while. His cheeks are more hallow and he looks tired. Exhausted even. You feel bad, sitting beside him, knowing that the blood coursing in your veins is making him feel like this.

"My love?" You turn, moving closer to him on the satin love seat of your living room, your knees almost touching as you lean over, your hand ghosting over his pale skin but he pulls away.

"Don't," he hisses, swatting your hand away. His knee is bouncing terribly and he's sweating, the moisture dampening his blond hair and trickling down his forehead.

"H-have you not found anyone—anything—to feed on?" you whisper the question in a soft tone, afraid to upset him. He hates talking about feeding with you. He's constantly in fear he'll scare you away.

"I said, don't," he repeats harshly and stands. You follow him, rushing towards him only to have him push you back a little too hard. You gasp, knocking over the vase on the fireplace as you hit the corner of it. Instinctively, you reach down to pick up the shards of ceramic.

"Ouch," you wince as you cut your finger, your blood staining the carpet. You bite your lip, turning to your husband as you watch Alexei's pupils dilate at the smell of blood. His jaw clenches and his hands shake. You can tell her wants to taste you.

Your gaze softens and you walk closer. You show him your palm, offering yourself to him. You want to help him.

You trust him.

Alexei looks at you with shiny blue eyes, his breath hitching in his throat. He gently takes your wrist, his fingers gliding delicately over your skin as he pulls you in.

"Are you sure?" he asks you, his voice hoarse.

You nod, looking into his eyes. "I trust you."

His lips attach to the cut, sucking your blood gently. You sigh as his hand tightens on your skin, the look in his eyes darkening as he feeds. He needs more.

Alexei's lips travel up your arm and up to your neck. He's lost in pleasure and your soft whines don't make it any easier. His sucking becomes harder and harder as he sinks his teeth into your skin. You gasp, grasping his wrists.

"Alexei," you whimper, holding onto him as he feeds from you. Droplets of blood fall from his teeth and onto the lace of your dress.

He hums, only feeding harder as he grips your waist and pulls you in closer. It's carnal and passionate and you feel yourself losing consciousness a little.

"Alexei," you warn one last time, your voice desperate, and he pulls away. He catches your body as you go limp, your eyes fluttering. You look up at him; his cheeks are pinker and he looks revived. He also looks ashamed.

"Angel." He holds you up and lays you on the love seat again, kneeling beside you as he brushes the hair away from your forehead. "I'm so sorry."

His jaw clenches as he smells the blood around you and he holds himself back. He's better than this. He doesn't hurt anyone, even less the woman he loves more and than anything.

"I'm okay," you say, reaching for him. Alexei takes your hand and kisses your palm. "I- I wanted to help you."

He smiles faintly, his blue eyes shining with nothing more than gentle affection. He leans down and kisses a kiss to your lips. "Thank you, dove. I love you."

You nod as he stands to bandage your finger and clean the wound on your neck. You sigh, remembering how it felt to have him suck on your neck.

You hadn't hated it.

You lay back onto the cushions, staring at the ceiling as you catch your breath. Maybe you hadn't hated it because it was Alexei, your Alexei, the man you love. You touch your lips with your index. They're tingling from his kiss and they taste faintly like your blood.

Still, you can't help but smile, knowing you'd given yourself to him completely.

[guess-i-do-art]

People actually like my Dracula AU?? What??

Have a silly doodle I made :) vampire Jonathan doesn’t believe in gravity

He’d probably somehow sneak into Mina’s house after learning she followed Dracula back to Transylvania. Absolutely no warning… he just appears™️

[creative-clawmarks]

The jaws of a werewolf are strong enough to crush a human skull.

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KO-FI

[littlehannekin18]

Pls pls pls

Okay, writers, hear me out…

CountDracula!Ewan I need to read a fanfic like this, Tag me or whatever but please I need it

[kingprinceleo]

sorry if you have answered these before but why does sonic/hoax only get blood from shadow and why does shadow let him

ur goooddd

he doesnt only get blood from shadow! he regularly just has blood bags to drink, shadow is his preference tho bc shadow has funky blood due to being bioengineered and part alien, and a side effect of that is that it tastes sweeter and good to vampires. additionally shadows blood can make others heal faster and more physically strong, so fun lil bonus for hoax

and why shadow lets him is getting a lilll bit of a rework, but as of right now, its something to do with Hoax helping shadow destroy and eggman blood facility , and eventually that leads to them kinda making a deal where shadow feeds hoax every so often !!

[academic-vampire]

Am I the cutest little vampire in the cemetery? (´ー｀)

[mrghostrat]

oh my god i finally thought of a vampire au that i'm completely unhinged for. i am about to be so insufferable about this

vampire aziraphale x vampire hunter crowley. and no, neither of them realise they're hereditary enemies when they hook up. they're dorks and idiots your honour.

edit: fic is here c:

[shiny-peach-water]

guys i absolutely feel the need to share this but PLEASE check out this fanfic, it’s incredible. ever since i started reading yesterday i have been OBSESSED!!

(art will be coming soon lol)

When Franklin laid eyes on the Hitchhiker his sister's friends let in their van, one of the first things out of his mouth was "We just picked up Dracula."

Unfortunately for him, he was right.

First chapter of my TCM vampire au fic is up. Hope you enjoy!