#and i put it on him and it DISAPPEARS against his HORRIBLE VAMPIRE SKIN

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diversity win! the guy who hates you wears aro and ace rings

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maybe it’s the tav I’m currently playing but I am so fixated on a tav absolutely convinced Astarion does not find her attractive despite the obvious, him sleeping with her x2, openly complimenting her etc etc and that leading too sloppy, emotional sex between the two, what do you think?

Dear anon,

thank you so much for asking me, I hope you'll like it! Since I suffer from body dysmorphia, I thought I'd put this topic inside the fic, I hope it's ok for you!

Let me worship you

Tags/CW: +18 MDNI, afab Tav, very smut, body dysmorphia, plus size tav, depression and panic attacks, Tav is a bit insecure and jealous, oral and piv sex, body worshipping, Astarion is a lil angry, tadpole connection, the infamous knee, Astarion is both dom and sub here.

English is not my native language. Link to AO3.

Divider by @cafekitsune

‘What's wrong with me?’

That question keeps buzzing in your head, loud as if you had a wasp nest right in your skull instead of a tadpole.

‘Why can't I be as beautiful like them?’

The knot in your stomach makes the bowl of fruit porridge Gale prepared, now in your hands, appear heavy and uninviting. The scent of apples, enticing until moments before, makes you nauseous.

Your gaze rests first on Lae'zel, then on Shadowheart and finally on Karlach. The toned body of the githyanki, the refined beauty of the half-elf, the marble muscles of the tiefling.

Then you observe yourself: your soft belly, your scarred skin, your ruined nails. Your right hand touches your round cheek, your hair loosely tied back. You try to push back the tears and you are out of breath, heart beating faster. You look up and notice Astarion's ruby-red ones staring back at you, one eyebrow raised and jaw clenched.

‘Apologies,’ you say, standing up sharply, your voice louder than expected. ‘I think I'll go for a swim. Sorry Gale, I don't have much of an appetite.’

‘Don't worry, if you get hungry again I'll cook you something later,’ he replies, his round, soft eyes barely concealing concern. This is the third time this week you've skipped meals because of your anxiety attacks.

The others continue chatting, but as you leave the camp, you feel eyes hovering over your back.

With almost painful slowness, you reach the small beach behind the rocks. Wyll and Karlach are laughing as Gale rambles on about something as usual - you don't catch the words as you undress, but you can sense the lightness of their conversation, a conversation you would like to witness and laugh about, too.

But the voice in your head - and not your prismatic friend's one - but your own, the darker side of you, only complains. ‘You've gained weight’, “you're horrible”, “Astarion will leave you”.

You don't really know how to define the relationship between you and him. You haven't declared eternal love for each other or who knows what, and you're pretty sure he's simply using you as a walking blood bag and easy sex.

Probably, after every night spent together, he has done nothing but whine about you.

The thought of the vampire mocking your feelings is the catalyst that finally triggers your tears. You feel them, warm against your skin, silently sliding down to your lips.

You lick one away, and wipe the rest with the back of your hand.

Your foot treads the water, trying to sense whether the temperature is acceptable or not. It is a little cold, actually, but perhaps that is just what you need right now. You glide silently through the small, dark waves, which wrap around you like a blanket. You put your head under the water, inhibiting all external noises.

You have always loved water. There, you do not feel the weight of your body, you do not see it for what it is, and when you sink, then all contact with the outside world disappears. You let gravity bring your body to the surface, and you spread your arms wide. You gaze at the moon, full and pale, wishing to be just a tiny dot in the sky.

Your vision blurs with tears and you close your eyes, letting the gentle rhythm of the water lull you.

Just as you are about to open your eyes again, you feel claws grab your shoulder and you're about to scream, but a hand blocks any sound you try to make. You notice two red irises staring at you and pointed ears peeping out from a cloud of silver hair.

‘Astarion, what the heck, you scared the hell out of me!’ you mutter as soon as you free your lips. ‘I didn't hear you coming.’

‘That was the point,’ he replies, oddly serious, his flirty, sassy façade strangely lacking. ‘We need to talk.’

Your heart jumps back to your throat once more as anxiety assails you. You spin around so that you are back on your feet and turn to face him.‘Is something wrong?

Do you need blood? I haven't eaten and I don't have much strength, but if you…’

‘That's the point,’ he snips sharply, his gaze as piercing as one of his daggers. ‘And I'm not talking about the blood. Why aren't you eating?’

It is not the first time Astarion has asked this: it had already happened in the past few days, yet he seemed more concerned. Now… he looks almost furious.

‘I'm not hungry, okay?"

‘No, it's not okay,’ he replies dryly, his thick white eyebrows wrinkling his forehead.

‘What, are you afraid your roaming snack has no more blood for you?’ The answer escapes your lips in a tone between ironic and hysterical and you roll your eyes. ‘Don't worry, as you can clearly see I'm not starving, and I'm sure you won't have any of these problems either while I'm around.’

Astarion's eyes grow big with astonishment and you see him step back, as far as he can, into the water.

‘Is… is that what you think you are to me? A snack?’ His voice is broken, bitter. ‘Do you value what's between us so poorly?’

The feelings of guilt and anger grow in tandem. ‘Tell me, Astarion, is it not the truth? Perhaps I am the only thing vaguely fuckable and edible h-’

His lips crash against yours as he grasps both your cheeks with his hands and brings them to himself. You hear a low, violent growl resonate in his ribcage as his tongue creeps out to seek yours. His fingers then sink into your hair, leaving you breathless.

Holding you close, he pulls his mouth away just far enough to whisper Inveniam viam. In the blink of wings, you find yourself on the beach.

‘I didn't know Misty Steps also worked on…’

‘Don't change the topic,’ he growls against your ear. Suddenly, you realise the dangerous proximity. The magic of the water has vanished, your body - what you hate most in the world - once again exposed to the moon's glow. You look around, searching hopelessly for your clothes.

'Eyes. On. Me.’ he orders, and for a second you feel yourself shiver as his icy hand grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.

‘Now listen carefully.’

You swallow and nod a shy yes with your head after he let you go.

‘You're seeing yourself as a monster again, is that true?’ he asks, stroking one cheek with the back of his hand. ‘Because of the way you look.’

‘Don't you? Look at me, Astarion. You could have anyone. You have a lot of opportunities.’

He pinches the back of his nose with his fingers and inhales. ‘… And to think it must be a monster to make you see the reality of things! But I suppose there's no other way.’

His lips are on you again, but this time it's different. You see yourself from Astarion's point of view and you feel everything he feels: your soft lips, your skin hot to the touch, your sighs, the accelerated beating of your heart, the intense smell of your blood that, despite being well protected by your veins, only urges him back…

‘Let me show you how it is for me,’ he whispers, as your foreheads touch. ‘Because, darling, I assure you, you are far from reality.’

You feel like you're in a dream, made up of fragments. The moonlight is much brighter to his sight, and the sounds of nature amplified. He pulls you onto the beach, kissing you. You feel his tongue exploring you, the warmth pleasantly welcoming his body.

He inhales your scent and you feel like it smells like flowers, even though you have never sensed anything like it. ‘A rich bouquet, which I never tire of.’

He runs down your neck, kissing it languidly and licking it. ‘I can't get enough of you, and I'm not just talking about your blood.’

His teeth find your nipples; your brain is split between the pleasure you feel yourself, and his one when he sucks and nibbles on the turgid tips. He sinks his face between your soft, generous, warm breasts, and inevitably can't help himself, bringing a hand to his erection. You feel the exquisite liquid warmth work its way into both of your bellies, his breathing shuddering as he squeezes his cock and thrusts his pelvis into his fist. You feel how excited he is to see you at his mercy, lying on the sand, eyes glazed over and heart on the verge of bursting.

The thought makes you suddenly tighten your legs, partly out of shyness, partly to fill the void, seeking a gentle friction. ‘A-astarion, I will hurt you…’

The elf laughs, and pulls you to him with supernatural strength. ‘My dear, I am a vampire. It takes more than that to hurt me,’ he replies with a grin on his face, taking you by the hips until he finds his nose peeping against your clit. He wastes no more time, pushing you down, impaling you with his tongue unceremoniously.

You pant and tremble, feeling your taste on his tongue through the connection, his fervid excitement growing and growing.

He really can't get enough of you, if he could he would become one with you from how insane his desire is. He licks you, tongue-fucking you, until you begin to unleash yourself. You grab his hair and push your pussy against his mouth, riding him.

‘That's it, my dear. Take control, fuck yourself with my tongue,’ you hear in your mind. ‘Be glorious while you do it, give me all of yourself.’

And so you do. You let yourself go, drunk with your own and Astarion's excitement. You see the scene from his eyes: the moist glistening of your clit, swollen and ready to climax, breasts dancing with every movement.

‘Fuck Astarion, I want you,’ you gasp. Reluctantly, you pull away from him for a moment, but only to turn around. You take his long, pale cock in your mouth and he returns to licking you greedily. You take him all the way down your throat, moaning, feeling the salty taste on your tongue and at the same time the sweet taste on you. Only wet sounds and moans can be heard, as you fuck each other. Your heart has never raced so fast, full of a new pride.

Astarion truly sees you as a divinity, the emblem of the very life he so dearly misses.

You are so wet that you feel Astarion swallowing several times, drinking your pleasure like wine, until he gives an arrow-accurate lapping on your pearl, making you see stars. Your mouth is still full of his cock so you can't scream as he continues to tongue fuck you as you come again, again and again.

Then, he grabs you by the hips and slams you down, entering you with disarming ease. You feel your mind fall apart but at the same time you see you beneath him, his hands encircling your red cheeks. ‘You are… so beautiful that you make me feel alive.’

His strokes become more and more imprecise, so wet you can feel that liquid pleasure inside you. ‘Gods, fuck, I'm going to cum. I want to come inside you,' he begs. ‘Pretty please.’

You whisper a ‘yes’, holding him to you as he moans your name. You feel his seed fill you and at the same time you feel his orgasm as if it were your own. You kiss him again, again and again, until your pleasure swarms.

‘Please look at yourself every day in the mirror as if you were doing it with my eyes. And if you can't, I will help you, day after day.’

You smile, as you believe in yourself a little more.

[password-door-lock]

From the very beginning, you knew just what kind of person the mysterious hacker was. Unknown may have elected, for reasons entirely his own, to speak primarily in cryptic riddles, but this did not stop you from putting the pieces together about him on your own. You weren’t at all surprised, when he showed up at your apartment under cover of night, to discover the unusual sharpness of his canine teeth. You’re not at all surprised now, either, standing in the hacker’s mysterious lair, to discover its architectural quirks. 

“No windows,” you observe. Of course, because the sun could burn him. Maybe he could do with a good set of curtains like the ones in Rika’s apartment, but it must be all-around safer to avoid them entirely.  

“That’s right.” Unknown rests his chin on your shoulder as he embraces you from behind. His breath is cold, as though there were an air-conditioning unit where his heart should be. This would explain the absence of the heartbeat that you should be able to feel with his chest against your back. 

All of these details only confirm the suspicions that you’ve harbored since before you invited Unknown to come and get you. Still, some part of this remains profoundly unbelievable. Sure, Unknown has fangs and cold skin; his heart doesn’t beat, and sunlight threatens him, but that doesn’t necessarily mean… what you’ve assumed it means. Vampires aren’t real, after all. Perhaps there’s still a logical explanation to fall back on. 

Unknown certainly has the patience of an immortal being as you formulate the question that has popped into your head. “But… you’re wearing a white suit?” You manage. 

“Yes,” Unknown confirms, sounding amused as he moves his cool hands ever-so-slightly against your stomach. 

“Aren’t you gonna drink my blood?” You finally ask your real question. Half of you is hoping that he’ll be offended by the premise, a normal, harmless man with a few inexplicable quirks and only good intentions. The other half of you… wants to know exactly what he plans to do with those fangs of his. 

Unknown chuckles. Clearly, he was expecting such an inquiry. He probably gets them all the time from the unsuspecting party coordinators that he’s lured here in the past. You wonder if Rika’s disappearance has anything to do with this mysterious man. It would explain why he had the code to the apartment to begin with, after all. “That’s the grand finale of my plan.” 

If you’re capable of breaking his steely resolve, or— even worse— annoying him into a violent mood, you clearly haven’t done it yet. For some reason, you ignore your good fortune and decide to press your luck. “That sounds like a mess waiting to happen, though. At least if you wore black, nobody would be able to see it.” 

Unknown nuzzles your neck and breathes out a laugh. The cold air feels pleasant against your skin. “I think I know what I’m doing, prince(ss). Do you wanna find out for yourself?” 

You believe him, but something else has occurred to you. “I’m sorry that you have to bite people for food instead of going to a restaurant like everybody else.” You earnestly mean that. It must be a horrible hassle, not to mention a major liability.

“Mmm, considerate,” Unknown hums, having composed himself in the wake of his uproarious laughter. “But you like helping other people, don’t you? So now’s your chance to help me. Will you let me take my gift this Christmas?”

When he puts it that way, it’s hard not to feel compelled to aid him. “Of course,” you reply, with far too little hesitation, considering the magnitude of the situation. 

Unknown, as it happens, does not need to be told twice.

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Something There That Wasn't There Before

When Laszlo tends to Simon when he develops a terrible migraine after a near death experience the two become closer

Length: One-shot, 3,216 words

They were surrounded. The five believers had Laszlo and Simon surrounded in a street corner. Laszlo snarled out at the orthodox men despite shaking in fear. The leader pulled out a crucifix and kept Laszlo grounded from moving or flying off like a bat. It was like he was glued to the spot. His skin started to burn and he hissed in pain. Simon flinched and stared over his arm at the zealots, his blue eyes glowing. In a blink of an eye, Simon had materialized into the air and flew up on 6 wings that gave off a blinding white light. His head transformed into four faces, one of a ram, one of a lion, one of a man and one of an eagle. The ram was facing the humans and had many eyes surrounding his head. His body disappeared in the light of his wings. Laszlo only saw Simon's glory for a second before shielding his eyes from the light.

"LEAVE THIS PLACE!!" Simon shouted in a voice that came from everywhere. The men ran away in fear. Simon landed back to the ground, his light now dim and bearable. Laszlo looked at him in awe. The face of the lion glanced down at him, his mane floating around his face.

"Simon?" He whispered. The body trembled before contorting to Simon's natural form. Laszlo stood up and walked to him. His eyes were still glowing. His jaw was sore and the right half of his face was in horrendous pain that pounded into his skull. All he could see was white and everything else was blurry. There was a horrible ringing in his ear. He turned to Laszlo's voice, looking exhausted, and grew dizzy. He fainted but Laszlo's strong arms caught him. He blinked in shock while holding Simon in his arms trying to comprehend what he had witnessed. He pulled his body into a bridal carry and cradled Simon's head into his chest. His heart was still beating but he was warmer than any vampire should be. He walked around trying to find his dear Nadja and Nandor. Hair fell into his face as he walked. After a minute he found Nadja and went to her.

She spotted her husband and ran towards him, "LASZLO!! I was so worried about you- what happened??" She looked down

at Simon.

"He fainted, he shifted into this. . .this creature. I can't describe it."

Simon stirred awake but didn't move, being paralyzed by the pain. He grabbed onto Laszlo pitifully and closed his eyes. Laszlo looked down at him.

"Simon? Are you awake?" He looked down at the fellow. Simon was trembling, he nuzzled his shoulder. "We better take him home." Laszlo said softly and petted the soft hair on his head.

"I thought you hated him?" Nadja asked and started to make her way back to the house.

"He saved my life and I owe him one. After that, he's nothing to me." His eyes were stern.

"Such a gentleman," she purred. They found Nandor and Colin Robinson on the way home.

Simon was laying in a bathtub when he began to gain full consciousness. He looked up at Laszlo who was holding a flask of blood with traces of vodka in one hand and holding up his head in his other. He had taken off his coat and had his sleeves rolled up. He put the flask up to Simon's lips and he drank. His eyes blinked awake as his energy came back to him. He sat up on his own while Laszlo kept his hand cautiously on his cheek as if he was fragile. He leaned against his hand hand, still feeling the pain in his skull.

"Are you alright?" Laszlo asked once he finished the blood.

"My head," he mumbled and winced.

"What the bloody hell was that all about?" Laszlo scrunched his nose and helped Simon out of the tub. His eyes were drawn to a scar just below his chest. It was a rather large cross shaped one. Odd.

"What are you talking about?" He stood up and began to dry himself. His mullet fell down to his butt, and dripped against the floor. Laszlo blinked and looked back up at Simon's eyes.

"Back at the alley, you turned into this- this thing."

Simon looked up at Laszlo then looked away with his eyebrows furrowed. He wrapped himself in the towel and walked to a chair, a small puddle of water dripped behind him.

"Don't you remember?" Laszlo asked, exasperated and threw out his arms. Simon attempted to dry his hair. Laszlo couldn't stop looking at his scar. How old was it?

"All I remember is falling," he squeezed the water from his hair and leaned against the wall with tired eyes. "My crew tells me, I have this secret power that causes me to transform into this strange creature when I panic. But I don't really know why it happens. It just does." He groaned and rubbed his eyes.

"Does it hurt?" He stepped closer to Simon.

"Very much so," he sighed.

"You saved my life."

"I wasn't trying to save anyone, you selfish arse. If you think my intentions were personal you're completely wrong," he smirked, "If anything you saved my life."

"Don't be dramatic, you weren't dying. You would have been just fine without me." He crossed his arms.

"And yet you held me in those strong arms of yours and pet my hair." Simon smiled and slid onto the floor to dress himself from there.

"Because you had just saved my life! I couldn't leave you there!"

"Like I'd save your life," he rolled his eyes.

"You're welcome." He snarled. Simon pulled on his pants and attempted to stand up. He pulled his shirt over his head. He huffed and bent over, leaning against the wall.

"Are you quite alright?"

"I'm fine." He walked past Laszlo and made it to the parlor room before stopping and sitting back down. His ears were ringing and his head was still in pain. Nandor glanced up from his book and glanced back down. Laszlo followed him and looked at him.

"You're not going anywhere in that condition. Come now." He reached out his hand. Simon sighed and took his hand. Laszlo led him into the tiny empty room under the stairs that was free of any windows. He laid on his back and rubbed his eyes.

"You'll make it worse doing that."

Simon huffed at him.

"How do you usually recover from that?"

"I don't know, I haven't done that in centuries," he whined.

"So that's a rare occurrence?"

He nodded and held his head under a pillow. Laszlo shook his head and walked out of the room. Nadja found him in the hallway, "What happened back there?"

"We got cornered by those religious men that caught sight of us. We nearly died but Simon scared them off." He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a rag to wet. Nadja followed.

"Then why did he faint?"

"It's indescribable my beauty. He shot into the air and became this monstrous amalgamation and was bright as day. I thought I was going to die. He looked so unworldly."

"Simon??" She cocked her head.

"Yes." He said firmly and huffed.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's in pain, he told me the shift might be an involuntary panic response of some sorts. I think he has a migraine from it."

Laszlo walked off to the tiny room and sat on the edge of the bed. He tapped the space beside Simon. He rolled over, clutching the pillow to his face and glared up at Laszlo.

"Come here," he held up the cool rag.

Simon made a small hiss and wiggled away.

"I'm trying to help you ungrateful fuck!"

"What is in that?" He narrowed his eyes.

"It's just water. It'll help with the pain, okay?"

Simon hesitated a moment before setting the pillow aside and sitting up. He slouched forward and held himself up with his arms.

"Now where does it hurt?" He asked in a softer tone.

"The right half," he mumbled.

Laszlo gently held his face with one hand and used his other hand to press the cool wet rag against his right cheek. He immediately relaxed and leaned against Laszlo's hand.

"That's more like it," he muttered. Simon sat still while Laszlo dabbed his face with the rag until he started to lean against Laszlo. Laszlo simply opened his arms and let him. Simon rested against his chest as he pet his face. He could hear Laszlo breathing. He was so exhausted and his chest was oh so soft and inviting. He nuzzled up closer when Laszlo wrapped an arm around his waist. He looked up at him and was met by Laszlo soft brown eyes. They seemed so genuine and full of care. He melted under his gaze. He hadn't been this vulnerable with Laszlo before.

"Feel any better?"

"A little," he admitted.

He set the wet rag aside and gently massaged his head. Simon felt something inside him flutter by his touch. He closed his eyes and started to doze off. After 5 minutes he woke up to Laszlo moving.

He looked up at him, "Where are you going?" He asked in a pitiful tone.

"I'll be right back darling. The sun is nearly up." He laid Simon down and pulled a blanket over him. Darling? Simon sat up and pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. From the bed he could see Laszlo through the door. He hugged Nadja and kissed her on the lips. He said something to her but he couldn't hear her. She then left him with a smile. He then looked towards Colin Robinson and hugged him. He kissed him as well before letting him go. Colin walked toward the front door and Laszlo walked off before coming back with a thick black shower curtain. He placed it over the doorless doorway before shutting it and making sure the room was pitch black. He walked to Simon and returned to bed.

"How are we going to fit in the bed??" Simon asked. It was a pretty small king size mattress. Laszlo laid on his back and smiled up at him.

"Come here."

Simon blushed. Well, no one would know. He crawled over Laszlo and laid over his belly and chest.

"Comfortable?"

He nodded against his chest and straddled him a bit, trying to get comfortable over him. Laszlo hugged his waist and wrapped a blanket over them. He massaged his head until Simon fell asleep.

When Laszlo woke up, Simon's face was tucked into the crook of his neck and his legs were dangled over his tummy. He stretched his arms up in the air and lazily hugged Simon. He supposed Simon was eating this up. He probably felt like a spoiled kitty. Laszlo planned to throw the man out the moment he could. That was a promise. But not now. Not while he was this pathetic and cute. Besides, he was too cozy to move. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of Nadja walking around upstairs, talking to herself. He fell back asleep to her voice. Colin should be home again soon, he thought to himself.

A few minutes later Simon woke up and forgot where he was for a moment. He looked around and looked down at Laszlo. His arms were resting on his back. He began to wonder if they had fucked. No, that couldn't be. Their pants were on. Simon stared at him. His hair was sprawled out on the pillow and face was completely relaxed. That familiar fluttering in his chest returned. He was so pretty. He couldn't stop staring at him. Yesterday morning then came into his memory. He blushed, remembering how Laszlo touched his face. It probably didn't mean anything. Regardless, Simon laid back into his rival's arms and nested into his shoulder. His hair smelled so nice. It smelled like Laszlo. He liked it. He fell back asleep in seconds.

An hour later Simon woke up to the sound of Colin taking a photo of them. He disappeared before Simon could chew the man out, leaving the curtain cracked open. Laszlo woke up too. He looked at Simon who was hunched over Laszlo. They both stared at each other for a moment. Laszlo's hands fell to Simon's waist, sending a shiver down his spine. His hands were propped up on Laszlo's shoulders.

"Hey." Simon said in a whisper.

"Hi." Laszlo mumbled. His hands petted Simon's waist idly. Simon smiled faintly. Laszlo's eyes were drawn once more to Simon's scar. It was probably nothing but his mind wandered still. He sat up with Simon on his lap. Simon's legs were around his waist and his arms hung onto his shoulders. The lips were close enough to touch. Laszlo could feel his stupid dick twitch in his pants. He bit back the impulse to kiss him.

Nandor poked his head into the curtain, "Good morn- are you two fucking??"

Simon quickly got off of Laszlo, "No!"

Laszlo Cravensworth sat up and looked at Nandor smirking and glared.

"I'm surprised you didn't leave while I was asleep." Laszlo said once Nandor had left.

Simon scoffed at him.

"How's that head of yours?" Laszlo sat up and stretched his arms up.

"Better," He picked up his shirt.

Laszlo nodded, "I suppose yesterday wasn't your first run in with religious men."

"What makes you say that?" He slipped on his shirt and sat next to him.

"That-that scar on your chest." He pointed below his chest. Simon's eyes lit up.

"Oh that. I got it when I was thrown into this vampiric form."

"Wait, you were wearing the cross?" He looked incredulously at Simon.

"Yeah, I was an Irish-Catholic Saint back in my day."

He raised an eyebrow with his mouth agape. He squinted, "You, a saint??"

"Hard to imagine, I know." Simon hummed out a giggle and placed his hand on Laszlo's leg. Laszlo widened his posture at the touch and relaxed.

"In fact I was Simon the Devious long before I was a vampire. I wasn't exactly respected because they didn't respect my translations of the text very much. A lot of my ideas were rejected. They just refused to let the men fuck each other. My entire orgy was completely censored for this holy ghost bullshit that doesn't even make sense. Sure they let a little kiss with Judas slide but no, no homosexuals in our texts they said. How boring."

"You didn't even believe any of it??"

"No it was just something I was forced into because my father was a saint and his father's father was a saint and so on and so on." He waved his hand around. "It was comfortable so I didn't find a reason to complain. But it was dreadfully boring." He placed his hand back down against Laszlo.

"After a hoard of vampires nearly killed me I miraculously survived. Vampires weren't welcome in such a catholic country, so I left for America."

"I see. Were you happy to leave?"

"No, it was quite traumatizing leaving everything I had known behind. I was on the top of the social ladder and then before I knew it I ran out of luck and was stuck on a ship with other poor immigrants who were sick and dying. It was quite a humiliating experience."

"I think you weren't humbled enough if you ask me," Laszlo smirked.

"Well what's your story? I've been quite vulnerable with you. It's only fair you return the favor."

"My story?"

"Yes, what were you like in life? What did you leave behind?"

"There isn't much to say. I was just a spoiled boy in a wealthy family." Laszlo's smile left him.

"Oh so you were humbled too?" Simon leaned closer smugly.

"Not quite. Dying was the best day in my entire life."

"Really?" Simon cocked his head. "How'd it happen?"

"Nadja crawled into my chambers and seduced me."

"You married your own maker?" He squinted at Laszlo

Laszlo nodded with a warm smile.

"I don't understand, you had everything. Social class. Wealth. Respect. A family."

"Nadja gave me the world. I didn't know what joy felt like before she freed me from that place. I was happier with a plain peasant girl for a wife than those bastard aristocrats."

"But don't you miss your family?"

"No. Not at all. Every minute with my father was hell." He closed his eyes let out a heavy sigh.

Simon wrapped an arm around him and Laszlo leaned into the touch. "Were you actually happy living as a saint?" He asked Simon

"It wasn't terrible, per say. I can't say it was living to exist in a perpetual state of faking guilt and prayer but it was comfortable and I enjoyed my studies and the texts were actually wildly fascinating. I didn't have any faith but it was fascinating. I have to admit I felt more free to be myself once I was thrown from grace."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry I asked about your story. I didn't realize it was such a sore subject." He turned to Laszlo and met his eyes. Laszlo leaned in slowly to kiss him. Simon inhaled sharply in surprise but quickly relaxed. The kiss started out slow but then Laszlo tilted his head eagerly and deepened the kiss. That familiar flutter in Simon's chest returned to him. He grabbed his waist and squeezed his hips, earning a soft moan from Laszlo. Laszlo's hands cradled his head as he explored his mouth. They ended up back in bed pulling each other closer. Laszlo softly scratched the sides of his neck, laying over him. Simon toyed with his tummy, wishing to embrace every inch of his body. They stayed that way for a while until Simon pulled out and looked up at Laszlo. "Fuck." He mumbled

"What?"

"I think I'm in love."

Laszlo's eyes grew wide, he kissed him again and then peppered his cheeks with kisses. Simon let out a childish laughter.

"Be serious." Laszlo teased.

"I am serious."

"You barely know me." He attempted to kiss him again but Simon moved away from him. Laszlo backed away.

"I want to know you more," Simon said as he pushed Laszlo up with his legs and straddled his waist. Laszlo gripped onto his thighs.

"You want to know my body more," Laszlo corrected and pressed a kiss to his neck.

Simon sighed in pleasure and closed his eyes. He pulled away again, grabbing his hair to hold him back. Laszlo bit his lip and held back a moan.

"I want to know you. I want to know why you like the shows you watch. I want to know what your favorite flowers are. I want to know what makes you smile."

"You have to earn that knowledge." Laszlo smiled at him.

Simon let go of his hair, "How?"

Laszlo shrugged, "Figure it out."

Simon sighed and shook his head, "Fine." He pulled away from Laszlo. "When can we meet again?"

"I'll find you." Laszlo petted his waist.

"When?"

"Sooner than you think." He pet the small of his back and let him go.

Simon cupped his face and kissed his forehead, "I'll see you then."

[yuyusuyu]

bloody hell — the rain

synopsis. oh, if only, if only she hadn't crossed paths with him. then maybe, just maybe, all of this could've been avoided... except, it was bound to happen by fate. there was no escaping the fate that was given to you at birth.

pairing. ot8! vampire! ateez x fem! reader (not poly! everyone will have their own ending!)

genres/aus. vampire au, suspense, romance, angst, slow burn

warnings. wooyoung being a little rough ??, cursing. but other than that, none that i'm aware ! please lmk if there's anything i should add !

rating. pg-13

wc. 1.1k

a/n. me when i don't upload because uni had me busy last week and i went to a halloween party yesterday HELP anyways happy late halloween to those who celebrate ! also, this was nawt proofread

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YOU HATE THE WAY YOUR CLOTHES STICK TO YOUR SKIN MORE THAN YOU HATE THE WAY EYES FOLLOW YOUR EVERY MOVE, whispering amongst themselves about how much of a mess you look. and you do look like a mess, you admit. your hair sticks down to your head, equally as drenched as your clothes. your shoes fare no better and squelch against the pavement with each step you take towards the psychology building, eager to get your change of clothes from your best friend.

you push the doors open, sighing in relief when warm air greets you, kissing your skin tenderly. a hooded figure leans against a wall, tufts of purple and black hair peeking out. at the sound of footsteps approaching, he looks up: his once blank face brightening before morphing into a look of shock. “holy shit,” he says, “you look horrible.”

“ha-ha,” you laugh dryly, a grimace gracing your features, “very funny, jongho.”

jongho flashes what you assume is a reassuring smile, and thrusts a plastic bag towards you. “here.” you take it and rummage through it while he rocks back-and-forth on his feet, continuing, “that’s all i can offer.”

a sweatshirt, a pair of sweats and socks.

“thank you so much,” you say, looking up at him, “i really appreciate it. i’ll give these back to you tomorrow.”

the male shakes his head and waves a hand, “there’s no need. i have more.”

“oh, so you hate me don’t you? you don’t want these back because i dirtied them with my poorness, is that right?”

“what?” jongho seems taken aback from your words, his eyes widening in panic as your shoulders slump and you turn your gaze towards the ground. “no! i didn’t mean—”

“just joking,” you grin, looking at him and punching his arm lightly. “seriously though, thank you.”

he returns your smile with one of his own, and takes a few steps back. “you’re very welcome, yn. i have to get going now… is there anything else you need?”

you shake your head and shoo him away, laughing as he salutes and turns around, disappearing into a hallway and leaving you all alone.

much to your surprise, the lecture hall is empty by the time you arrive and settle down. students slowly trickle inside the room after a few minutes, everyone looking as if they had stayed up working on a paper due at midnight . your professor walks in, and you immediately sit down, silently hoping that your items for that class are all dry. slowly unzipping your backpack, you peek inside with an eye and sigh in relief, happily taking out your things and setting them on the desk.

the lecture today is fairly easy compared to other days where it would be so content heavy that you’d feel your fingers grow numb from all the notes you’d take despite typing it into a document for your sociology class. as the clock nears ten, marking the end of your three hour class, you silently start putting your things away when your professor speaks up.

“in these last few minutes of class today, i’d like to talk about your final project you will be submitting in december, almost three whole month from now.” a chorus of groans ring throughout the room, and your professor deadpans. “i’m well aware that most people who major in sociology do so in order to get accepted into law school. if you’re all complaining over some measly final project, i suggest you all to not even think about applying to law school.”

everyone immediately quiets down and you have to bite your tongue to prevent yourself from laughing as your professor clears their throat to continue to speak. “the final report is quite simple, really. write a report on a topic of your choosing. you guys remember how long i like reports to be, right? minimum twelve pages.” again, everyone remains quiet. your professor raises their eyebrow. “wow, okay. i guess i can whip up a midterm exam to keep you guys entertained while you also work on the final—”

instantly everyone begins to shout praise, saying how the report is going to be so simple. your professor laughs, dismissing everyone. you carefully put your things away and lean down to grab the bag holding your wet clothes, grimacing afterwards at the sound the bag makes as you walk towards the door only to bump into a sturdy chest. not bothering to look at the person, you sidestep and apologize to them quietly. however, the person grabs your wrist before you could even set a foot outside the door. you huff in annoyance as you’re forced to turn around by the hand gripping onto your wrist. frowning, you look up to find two men in front of you. one has a mole by his cheek and short, red hair. the other one…

the one with red hair speaks up, his eyes narrowing down at you. “aren’t you forgetting something?”

you look away from your respected senior to meet the redhead’s gaze with squinted eyes. “no?” you scoff. “if you’re done doing whatever,” you wave your free hand in between the two of you, “this is, then can you please let go of my wrist? i have places to be.”

you assume that he didn’t expect that sort of answer from you because then he’s fuming, his grip tightening. you hiss and are about to yank your hand away when your senior speaks up, reaching out to pry the other guy’s hand off you. “enough, wooyoung.”

wooyoung seems startled at his friend’s words, blinking stupidly at him. your senior turns towards you and lowers his head, his dark hair covering his eyes. “i’m so sorry about my friend, yn. he can be… a nuisance.”

you bow your head in response. “you have nothing to apologize for, yunho.” you glance at him through your eyelashes, “now if you may excuse me…”

yunho gives you a small smile and nods, watching as you leave quietly. he huffs through his nose, amused at what just went down. wooyoung snaps his head towards him. “what’s so funny, huh?” wooyoung asks, pushing yunho away.

the ravenette shrugs. “nothing, nothing,” he coughs, trying to mask his chuckling. “that was just… interesting.”

“interesting my ass,” wooyoung says, clicking his tongue before poking the inside of his cheek with it. “that girl should pray she never sees me again… how dare she! who does she think she is to just—”

as wooyoung rambles about his immediate dislike towards the girl that had just left, yunho merely snorts and walks off to talk to the professor. as they talk, he can’t help but let his mind wander back to you.

he’s never seen anyone treat wooyoung like that.

yunho hums in thought, zoning out mid conversation. more than that… what piqued his interest the most is that…

you smell like jongho.

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BLOODY HELL | yuyusuyu 2024

[6lostgirl6]

Could you do Headcannons of the lost boys (separate if it’s not to much trouble) of them like accidentally hurting you/ taking care of you when ur hurt thank you so much love your content and writing!!!!

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Thank you so much! That means so much to me, I hope you like this!

When They Accidently Hurt You HCs

TW: Cursing

David

The boardwalk was extremely crowded leaving you and the boys to stay situated on your motorcycles while people watched for potential snacks. 

You came along with David, riding on his bike because it's been a while since you both spent time together. 

David was in the middle of smoking his cigarette, sitting close to you as he continued checking out for anyone that caught his eye as prey for the night. 

You were sitting next to the hand holding his cigarette and it honestly was a stupid mistake that night.

Since David and you weren’t really paying attention, just as you were putting your hand to rest on the top of his thigh, the hand holding the cigarette came down to rest on that same thigh. 

That ended up with the cherry of the cigarette press against the delicate skin of your hand.

With a loud yelp, you quickly pulled your hand away and cradled it to your chest, looking at the small blister that was already forming. 

With David, he can be pretty harsh when he’s worried, especially when it comes to you, he doesn’t ever want to see you hurt and when it happens, he would need to know every little detail or else he will not rest.

Hearing the pain in your voice, the cigarette was quickly dropped and he was grabbing your hand, trying to pull it from you for him to see what he did.

He’s cursing, especially at himself when he quickly registers that his cigarette was the cause of your injury once he finally looked over your injury.

 He would never admit it, but he felt absolutely horrible. He feels like he failed as a mate because he promised himself he would never let you get hurt. 

Without anyone witnessing, David gave your injury small kisses and muttering apologies. That’s the only time you will ever hear him apologize. 

From then on, he doesn’t smoke when he’s near you, especially when you're sitting next to him.

Dwayne

In general, Dwayne is a very careful vampire, especially when it comes to his mate, you. 

However, there are still instances where his hair can be a literal weapon, which is exactly how you ended up with an irritated eye. 

Dwayne was in the middle of organizing his book shelf, bending slightly to get to the lower shelves, which made his hair basically get in his face. 

You were bored and you wanted to see if Dwayne would take you out onto the boardwalk with just the two of you and that’s when you decided to go searching for him in the cave.

After a while, Dwayne was getting slightly irritated with his hair constantly getting in his eyes and trying to move his hair out of his face. 

Right when you were literally behind him, Dwayne thought it would be a good idea to basically whip his long hair back behind him which caught you right in the eye, causing you to gasp and step back from the harsh sting. 

Dwayne heard your gasp of pain and quickly checked on you and moved your hand away that was covering your eye. 

He was so worried and extremely apologetic.

You had to constantly tell him that you were fine and it was only an irritating sting that should disappear after a short while. 

However, he doesn’t listen. 

He literally dropped what he was doing and did everything he could to take care of you and your minor (major to him) injury.

He even went out and got you some eye drops to bring back the moisture to your eye because his hair soaked it up like a damn shamwow

Ever since then, he is always careful when he moves his hair back because he doesn’t want to repeat the incident.

Paul

Sometimes, Paul doesn’t understand that sometimes you shouldn’t just mindlessly go to grab something while your significant other is literally right next to you without a hint of being careful. 

Paul and you were sitting on the couch in the cave, cuddling with his arm around your shoulder when he was feeling like having another smoke from his stash. 

Without telling you, he pulled away to reach behind the couch while you continued sitting next to him while listening to the music coming from the rockbox. 

Without looking, he quickly turned to sit back down on the couch, dragging a large bong with him.

You ended up having the back of your head smacked with the heavy weight of the device, causing you to wince and touch the tender spot, demanding what the hell he was doing.

Paul, hearing the sound of the bong hitting your skull made him quickly check on you and replace your hand with his own, touching your sore head. 

He was laughing as he asked if you were okay and joking if he managed to give you a fucking concussion. 

Despite you being a little angry, you were quick to forgive him since your head didn’t really hurt but it was gonna be a little tender for a while. 

After a few days, you and Paul can’t help but cackle remembering the sound of the bong hitting your head with a loud bonk that echoed throughout the cave.

Marko

Marko tends to forget his immense strength due to being a vampire and he’s used to not holding back when it comes to his brothers.

Which resulted in you inevitably getting hurt some way or another, and it was all due to you play fighting with him in the middle of the cave. 

In the beginning, Marko was doing well in playing fair and giving you a fighting chance at taking him down, however he can still be competitive. 

Eventually, he had you pinned to the ground with you laying on your side while Marko had his arms around you and kept you from moving around to break free.

As you struggled, you remembered a move that Paul would do whenever he fought with Marko and it usually worked, so you decided to give it a try. 

Quickly breaking your arm free, you managed to straighten your fingers and jab him right in the ribs. 

Wrong move.

It was like something completely shifted within him when you jabbed him that his eyes flashed and a growl escaped him. 

Before you could even think, the arms around you tightened their grip before you suddenly went flying, lifting into the air before landing on your back with Marko hissing in your face. 

The wind was completely knocked out of you and you struggled to turn away in order to try and get your lungs to take in some air. 

Hearing you struggle for breath, Marko was quick to snap out of his vampiric state and was shocked to find you unable to breathe and struggling to pull yourself from under him. 

Scared at what he did, he slowly brought you into a sitting position and rubbed your back, trying to get your lungs working faster.

He was cursing at himself and apologizing insanely, hovering near you and trying to wipe away the tears that were flowing down your face. 

After a while, you managed to get the air flowing into your lungs easier and felt a little better. It didn’t hurt terribly, but the shock from not being able to breathe and Marko’s sudden change upset you terribly. 

You were upset with him and needed space from him for a while but eventually you forgave him after he explained that you trying to actually hurt him caused his vampiric instincts to come out and defend himself. 

After that, Marko would hesitate to continue play fighting with you in fear that the same thing would happen again. No more wrestling for y'all.

[mirror-juliet]

When Night Comes Chapter One

Genre: Vampire!ateez, Yeosang X Reader, ???XReader, Gothic aesthetic, modern vampire AU

Rating M/18+

Word count: 4.0K

Warnings: Angst, mentions of being sold, thoughts of being worthless. Mild physical violence. (Honestly not much happens since its the first chapter) 

Synopsis: Vampires, a term you thought only belonged in the hearts of naïve children. A term for bedtime stories and to elicit obedience. The reality is so much worse than that, you would know. You live it.

Note: This is a work of fiction! Under no circumstances does this reflect on the people or idols mentioned in the story. This story does touch on some heavy subjects, there will be warnings on all the chapters relating to these subjects. However, if reading this could cause damage to your mental health in anyway shaper or form-Do not read. If you do read even after seeing this warning, i am not responsible for your mental health. Though i do hope you listen to your body.

*~~~*

As the day grows close to an end, a certain family has gathered to have dinner together like they do every day however, all of them are overly ecstatic that Doctor Kim was able to join them for dinner. One boy however was not so enthusiastic for more than one reason.

Kang Yeosang, Sitting at his normal spot at the head of the table was weighing his options of either staying for the meal his brother had prepared for him or rushing back to his room to sulk back under the covers; having not felt well at all these past few weeks. Starting with body aches and horrible migraines that soon morphed into fevers and extreme nausea along with them. He revolts inwardly on himself as Seonghwa puts the plates of food in front of everyone, having made a rather large dinner for the extra family member sitting on the end, opposite of Yeosang.

He takes a deep breath in, not wanting to say anything as he knew how hard Seonghwa worked on this dinner, preparing it since three in the afternoon in the kitchen.

As everyone grabs for their glass goblets filled with the disgusting red liquid they all grew to love, Yeosang spends a little more time cutting his steak than he normally would have. He tries ever so hard to ignore all the combating smells in the room, making him want to bend to the side and wretch out his entire stomach contents.

The smell of the artificial blood drinks, the food laid out in front of them and the perfume Wooyoung had apparently decided to bathe in completely overwhelmed him. Not to mention the different conversations happening very loudly close together.

His distance behavior hasn't been anything new these days. Everyone in the house knew of Yeosang's worsening condition, and they all try to help out the best they can by talking to him and being there for whatever he might need. Though he only secludes himself in his room and the large library of the house. San, feeling the tension the boy has, pokes his arm. Speaking quietly enough to not bring too much attention to the suffering boy

"Is everything okay?" No, Yeosang wants to shout. Everything was far from alright, it felt as if Yeosang's skin was beginning to tear away at itself. Almost like it was trying to reflect away from all the offending sensations, yet all Yeosang can manage is a small nod as he picks up his goblet, hoping that after he begins to eat that these problems will begin to disappear.

He licks his chapped lips before bringing the revolting, warm goblet to his mouth, fighting back the urge to gag as he lets the cup sit on his lips for a moment. Then contemplating whether to throw it across the room and hear it shatter against the wall. He tips it up and allows some of the red liquid to file into his mouth, upon trying to swallow it catches in his throat and he begins to choke. The hand previously holding the goblet is now at his throat, the sound of glass shattering against the floor alerting everyone to his situation. San is the first one to scrape the chair against the floor to rush next to Yeosang to try and aid him, everyone else besides one following suit.

Doctor Kim shares a sad gaze over at Yeosang who glares at him through squinted eyelids as they both realize the reason behind his sickness.

The blood tablets have finally stopped working and Yeosang's body is withdrawing from human blood.

*~~~*

"Wake up Eighty-Two, I'm already tired of waiting on you tonight." The cell door opens with a loud creak, a cloaked figure already starting to bark orders at you. Sharp red eyes glare back at you from your spot on the bed, leaving no room for argument forcing you from your spot from the pressure alone.

Standing up from the concrete slab makes your joints crack and pop in protest, but it feels much better to be able to stretch them and roll out the aches the so-called bed had created. The dim lighting of the hallway is nothing if not welcoming compared to the pitch-blackness of your cell, even if the slight brightness causes your eyes to strain.

Once upon a time, walking past the chain-locked cells in the halls would make you whimper and curl into a ball. The cries and terrorizing screams would shake you to your core, leaving you with nightmares of the things that might be happening behind them. Now all they leave you with is an everlasting blank stare and the haunting memory of them burned into your mind, never to be forgotten.

Vampires, that's what they were, a name you only thought lived in the heads of naive children to bring about fear and storytelling. Now as they drag you down the same hallway you've been down only twice-Its hard to imagine a life without them. Maybe you would have grown up, had a family of your own, and even forgotten about them altogether. As you stop in front of two metal doors, you're once again reminded that any life outside of the vampires' hold is the actual fairytale. You are their property, made to do whatever they force upon you and to execute it without question or hesitance.

They punch in a code and shove you through them, giving you over to the only vampire that does not wear a cloak. Yuki, you found out her name the second time you came into the "dazzle room" as they call it. Where they make the humans they keep into pretty things as if you were gems that were polished to give out to the highest bidder. Like you were nothing but an expensive piece of jewelry chosen to show off one's wealth. Though having grown up like this, it is hard to define if you actually were one or not.

Yuki ushers you to undress out of your tan nightdress and up onto a cold metal table that brings pinpricks to your skin. Running ice cold water over you before applying a harsh scrub all over your body. The first time you came in here, you winced at the harsh scrub and the waxing of your legs, you were met with a harsh slap to the face every time you moved. So the second time you came in here, you only flinched but didn't cry out. Met with the same reaction from Yuki. You know better this time than to react at all, even when she plucks your eyebrows. It'll be good for you in the end, after all, maybe your new owner wouldn't send you back if you look pretty enough. She would tell you this all the time so it must be true. She's never lied to you before so why would she start now? She curls her lip in disgust when she's finished her washing, yanking you up by the wrist. Handing you a towel.

"Let us go get you dressed, Eighty-two."

The dressing room has to be your favorite room out of all the facility rooms. Beautiful clothes line up on each wall, a vanity in one corner, and many many accessories used to make you look like a doll. Maybe one day you can achieve the likeness of one too.

Yuki makes you stand in the middle while she grabs the clothes she wants you in. White undergarments with lots of lace and delicate little bows all over, paired with thigh-high stockings she attaches to a garter belt. Then a white ruffled shirt with sleeves that fasten at your wrists, ruffles of lace tickle the palms of your hands as she slips you into a dark skirt. You're grateful to have the long stockings for extra warmth when you take notice that the skirt falls just above your knees. You know better than to thank her for the thoughtfulness, but then that would most likely end up with another smack to the face.

She spends forever on your hair and makeup, fussing over every little detail before finally deeming you ready for the outside world once again, fitting you with a pair of low-heeled shoes that fasten around the ankles.

On the walk to the other cloaked vampires, she gives you the familiar speech of "Remember to always wash your face before bed and after any physical activity to remain pretty. Always obey your masters no matter what the request is, even if you don't want to do it." The last part has always seemed off to you. Of course, you would always listen to your master. But if it were something you were unable to fulfill, there is nothing you could help against that.

"Just get in the damn car eighty-two, stop thinking about misbehaving!" One of the cloaked vampires shoves you into the back of the car and Yuki is rushing over to make sure your hair or makeup hasn't been messed up. "Good for nothing men acting as if I didn't just spend an hour on your hair alone. Looks like it didn't ruin though, just make sure you braid it every night so it doesn't tangle and frizz. Don't let me see you in this facility ever again Eighty-Two." Yuki looks you in your eyes for the first time ever, always looking at you rather. You find yourself already missing her, even if she wasn't kind by any means, she was still nicer than anybody else in the facility.

After a while of the vampires talking with the door shut,(it would have been stupid to think you would be allowed to hear what they were discussing) The car takes off down the road. You don't pay attention to where exactly, it's not like you would just up and run away when you got to your destination. They knew what you smelled like and where to find you, not to mention that they were faster than you. The only thing you're able to focus on is the moon slowly falling to the curve of the earth and the sun casting its warmth overhead, shining on the dewdrops that kiss the grass. How many times have you even watched the sunrise? It's been too long of a time to tell, but if you had to guess. It would be less than ten that you can remember. The morning time is when you sleep anyways. And by the time you finally reach your destination, you've been up for far too long and the exhaustion is finally starting to settle in.

You see the gates before the actual house, your driver has to speak through a small box for the gates to even open up. They squeak a little bit but not nearly as ear grating as the doors back at your home. Well, you suppose this would be your home now even if it's nothing compared to the last two houses you've been sold to before. Hell, it could even be described as a castle. It's about three windows high but how big they are in person is hard to say, maybe the size of a statue? It's also much longer than anything you've seen, besides the facility you've come from before.

"It's called a mansion pet, get used to it. We aren't taking you back this time, the doctor paid a pretty penny for you. Too bad he'll be disappointed. Everyone always is with you." Oh, there's a vampire that can hear you. That's embarrassing to think about. But a mansion? And why are they disappointed, you haven't even done anything yet.

"Let's just hope your blood is enough to keep them happy, that's the only thing going for you at this point. Anything else I would have gotten to kill you a long time ago." The second one upfront chimes in before he's nudged in the side by the driver.

"You know we both would have had fun with her before sucking her dry." They both share a laugh with one another but you don't quite get why that would be funny. Probably just because you're a pet, yea, only vampires can understand each other in that way.

Once parked, the vampires are quick to yank you out of the car and drag you up the steps to the mansion. If you were in anything other than the short heels, surely you would have ended up on the ground. The doors open before you reach the top step, to girls in what look to be maid outfits. They hold the doors open as you're dragged into the red hallway that makes up the entryway of the house. You pass by about five doors before going into the last one which has a red cross painted on the front.

Its white inside, almost blinding with the pallet of pale and metallic. The lights bounce off of every reflective surface. You look around to grasp your bearings, having been forced into this situation all at once. Barely stopping to breathe. Then you realize, you're finally left alone. The vampires from your old home aren't here to hold your hand through life anymore. It's your job now to be useful.

It's funny you don't realize how nervous you are until you place a hand on your chest, feeling the muscle underneath burst against your chest. You can only hope you don't react like this in front of your new masters, surely it would make them mad if they were to find out you are afraid to be around them.

The shiny stuff, you now realize is medical equipment. The vampires had stuff like this before, it was in a special room where they used machines and shiny objects on you a few years ago. You can't remember much besides the beeping of machines and bright lights, much like this room. Just when you think you'll be alone for a while, the door opens by a taller vampire. Though he doesn't cover his face and he isn't nearly as pale as those you've seen before. In fact, he's tan, very tan like he spends time in the sun.

Immediately, you bow and to your surprise, he does the same. Smiling warmly at you, gesturing for you to sit down on the bed. You obey immediately and he takes a seat in a swivel chair across from you.

"Firstly I'm Doctor Kim Jongkook." He starts out. "I'm the owner of the house and the one who requested for you to live here with us. Before we get into any more pleasantries, would you like anything to eat or drink?"

"If you would like me to eat and drink something I will." The doctor goes over and pulls out a water bottle from a small fridge.

You shake your head no and he frowns, leaning his head to the side.

"Are you sure? The council said you hadn't had anything since early last night. Surely you're at least thirsty."

"I want you to drink the whole thing please." You think it's a bit odd to drink the whole thing right now but nonetheless comply as you unscrew the bottle, starting to down the whole thing. It's hard to try and drink it all at once but thankfully his hands grab the bottle out of yours.

"I didn't mean you had to drink it all at once. You can drink it slowly you know?" He smiles warmly at you, which just further confuses you. You just hold the bottle in your lap and nod shyly, because you did think he meant the whole thing, and for some reason that embarrasses you.

"So, tell me about yourself-Whats your name?"

"My assigned number is eighty-two sir. I am a pet designed only for my master's pleasure. Whatever that might be." Your words are formal and uniform. Like you've spent countless hours perfecting how to say them in order and when. Maybe you have practiced, or maybe you're just so used to the doll-like persona of yourself that it comes out naturally.

"My assigned-" His hand raised up stops your words in their tracks and dread fills your stomach. He looks displeased, so great. You've already managed to upset your master.

"However if you do not like the number, please call me whatever you would like." A name isn't something you deserve to own, it's generous even if one of your masters is kind enough to give you one in the first place.

He frowns at your answer and shakes his head. "That just won't do. Everyone deserves a name to go by, what would you like to be called?" Perhaps he didn't hear, you think. You were certain you said it clearly enough but maybe you hadn't.

"I heard you the first time." Oh no, he's going to hurt you. "I'm asking what you would like to be called. What was your name before you became a pet?" You still for a moment, for some reason you can't remember. All you know is that you had one but you were never allowed to ponder what it was unless you wanted to be hurt by one of the cloaked vampires. They had those who could hear your thoughts, so even in your own head, you aren't safe from your selfish thoughts. Who knows, they might have one here that listens as well.

"I'm unsure, please call me whatever you want to, I don't have a preference." The frown on his face deepens as he reaches to pat your knee slightly. You wish you didn't flinch as harshly as you do, but the doctor removes his hand anyway.

"I hope you know while you live here you don't have to act like this. You don't have to act like an obedient animal, i-we're not like that here child. We will treat you as a human, deserving respect. We won't ask much of you." Is this a test? To see if you'll slip up and actually believe you have rights as a human? As if you're anything more than a pet who deserves anything in life? Surely it has to be, vampires always try to deceive like this. But you've learned better after many years of pain and disappointment.

"All that I ask is that you allow me to draw blood from you every two weeks. It'll be taken through a machine so there won't be any biting involved. Would that be alright with you?" Doctor Jongkook looks so hopeful that you'll agree, you just can't understand why? You were born to serve one purpose in life, to let vampires drink freely from you. So why is he even asking you for permission that isn't even yours to give.

"Of course sir, whatever you wish for me to do, I'll do it." He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose before smiling softly at you.

"Thank you, we can talk about this subject tomorrow night. Though, you're accustomed to sleeping during the day aren't you?" You nod your head at him, ever since you can remember you've always slept during the day.

"Alright, we'll have to start getting you used to our routine. We don't necessarily sleep for long, being vampires we don't actually have to sleep. Our bodies do get tired so think of it like naps. But we tend to take them at night, are you okay waking up at midday? Just so we aren't having you completely exhausted."

"Yes, I'm fine with that sir." He gently claps his hands and hands one out for you to take.

"Well then, let us go find your room. You'll be staying on the second floor with a couple others, in separate rooms of course." Jongkook Leads you through the house to a set of marble steps, the clicking of your heels and his soft words the only thing filling the space.

"It's a fairly large house, so I don't expect you to learn all the rooms in one day but I'll take you on a tour of the house sometime tomorrow." He's met with silence from you, not quite sure what to say in response. It leaves a bit of an awkward tinge in the air.

"I think Y/n is a pretty name, what do you think?" It is pretty, almost too pretty to be used on you. You can't help but think they're being too generous already and it isn't even hour two of you being here.

"Y/n is a pretty name, I like it." That brings a large smile to his face as you both stop in front of a door with carvings on the front. Vines you think, with small flowers carved alongside them. He opens the door and warm light greets you, definitely not as harsh as the lights in the rest of the house. The both of you step inside and the first thing you notice is the room is big. Bigger than what you're used to by a longshot. The bed is even big with a canopy over the top, and curtains pinned to the corner posts. There are two doors on either side of a vanity and vacant bookshelves on another wall.

"It's a little bare at the moment but we'll eventually get it filled with things that you like. Those two doors lead to a fully stoked bathroom and a closet. Your vanity doesn't have much in it but we can go into town to buy you more things if you want. So, what do you think?" He puts his hands out to accentuate the space even more. It only makes you feel like you shouldn't even be in here.

"Are you sure? It feels too generous sir." His smile falls a little, but he just pats your head.

"It's not too much y/n." The name feels weird hearing it out loud as he refers to you, you've been used to the same number for so long. "Here, this is also for you." He dangles a key in front of you, putting it in your hand once you don't reach to take it.

"This locks your room from the inside and it can't be unlocked from the outside. If you ever feel the need or want to, don't hesitate to lock the door. I don't want you to feel unsafe here, even though it's all so new to you. And you won't be punished for it, you won't be punished for anything here." After another beat of silence, he finally bids you goodnight, shutting the door gently behind him.

You look around and open the door to the right of the vanity, it's the closet and your eyes widen. It's basically the same size as the bedroom, similar to the dressing room back at your old home. It's overwhelming, to say the least, with clothes on three of the four walls, the other one completely filled by a floor-to-ceiling mirror. There are even spaces by the hanging clothes for folded clothes. You walk over to some and they all seem to be the same size as yours. You've never seen such a wide variety of clothes before, used to the old doll dresses most vampires seem to want to dress you in. Most of these clothes seem to be more simple, soft fabrics instead of the scratchy lace you're used to.

After what seems like forever of shuffling through the drawers labeled sleepwear you find a soft pink button-up shirt and a matching pair of shorts and take them to the other door that must be the bathroom. The room is similar in the fact that it's huge a large tub and a shower lay next to each other, a double sink and counter with yet another large mirror above, and a remote with different colors. You press on the red color and are surprised to see all the lights in the bathroom. You turn it back to the white setting and keep searching around the bathroom. The doctor was right when he said it was fully stocked, everything you might ever need is in the bathroom. From endless soaps to menstrual supplies and hair products. Not that you know how to use them but you can probably learn through the directions on the back. And In a closet, there are soft towels.

You allow yourself to smell through all the different body washes and shampoos before actually showering. It's nice, to have warm water running over your skin for once. As you get out of the shower and change into soft clothes, you wash your face and braid your hair so it won't tangle. You do everything to a t how Yuri told you to. Maybe in another world, she would be proud of you on your own. But you don't live in a world where anyone would be proud of you, let alone a vampire who is higher up than yourself. You push the thought away almost as quick as it came, it was selfish anyway. Even if some masters would say it, it's just a false sense of hope.

One day maybe, you'll learn that for your own good.

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note: Chapter one bby! I know its kinda short but I’m so excited that i finally have this chapter out and to see all your feedback on it. I didnt expect the teasers to get any attention at all but even the notes on them make me so excited and hopefully more people will be able to enjoy this fic as well. It’s been a long time comming and i’ve been planning since early 2020 which is wild to me. Honestly i had been procrastinating on it for most of that time but this year i had actually been working on story planning. The next chapter i want to be out in two weeks because through work and life i think that’s what i’ll be able to achieve for right now. I’m also lowkey happy that i got it out in time for the spooky vibes

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Gone - One Shot

Morbius x Reader

Warnings: A little bit of angst and fluff

There was a lot of commotion outside the lab. More than normal. Being that you were in the middle of a delicate experiment, you chose to ignore it. You thought you had heard someone say, “Michael is back!” 

“Doubtful.” You said out loud to the empty lab. Dude just picked up and left without one word as to where he was going. 

“Ah! Right where I left you.”

You froze, pipette in midair, going white as a sheet and completely stock still. 

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

Your mind didn’t register that you didn’t hear the taps of his cane on the tile floor, too in shock just from hearing his voice. 

You saw him wave his hands in front of your face through your lashes. 

“2 weeks…”

He bent down to look underneath you to your face.

“You know I can’t hear you when you’re talking to the table.”

Slamming your hands down on the table, you snapped your head up to stare at him.

“2 weeks, Michael! That’s all you have to say to me?!”

His head drew back in shock at the outburst. You were normally so calm, level headed and quiet.

“I had no idea where you were, if you were alive, if anything bad had happ-” you stopped short, realizing something was amiss.

“Wait…” You started, furrowing your brows and cocking your head slightly to the side. “Michael… you’re…walking?”

He spun in a circle; arms stretched out.

“Tada!”

Maneuvering around your table, you walked up to him.

“W-what? H-how?!”

He folded his hands together as if in prayer.

“Ancient Chinese secret.”

You folded your arms over your chest, not in the mood for his shenanigans.

Sighing loudly, he said, “Fine. I didn’t say anything because the situation was highly experimental and not exactly legal. I didn’t want you to worry.”

You scoffed. “Well that went over swimmingly, didn’t it?” You scolded; hands folded across your chest. 

Grabbing a red squeeze ball off your counter, he closed his eyes and threw it. You watched as his head moved as if he heard it hitting everything before he caught it.

You felt a weird energy go through the room as he stepped back.

“Go on. Spill it. What are you not telling me?”

He turned his head to look at you, eyes looking supernatural in nature.

“Michael?” You managed to get out as your breath caught in your throat, fumbling to put your hands on the desk. 

A horrible realization dawned on you. 

“Oh my God, The Vampire Murderer that everyone is talking about… you killed those people? What happened to you, Michael? I want the truth. Not your sarcastic quips and evasions.”

He hid his eyes with his hair, as if ashamed. After a moment, he flashed his full face to you.

It felt like your eyes would widen right out of your head as you backed up into your desk as far as it would allow you. You felt your whole body shudder as you looked at him, escaping through your mouth as you debated screaming. Starting to take deep breaths, you could feel it creeping closer and closer into your throat.

His face relaxed back into his handsome features as he looked at you sadly. Reaching out his hand, he gently stroked your cheek to catch a tear that had fallen against your will. You couldn’t help the involuntary flinch the second he touched your skin. 

He drew it back like he’d been burned, the look on his face killing you inside. Out of everyone he could’ve possibly showed his new self too, could’ve possibly trusted with this new development... He trusted you and you rejected him, albeit involuntarily. 

You had to fix this.

As he turned to walk away, your voice choked on calling his name. You saw it in his eyes that he had accepted that this was his life now that he had become what he was. When he got halfway to the door, you threw caution to the wind and ran to catch up with him.

Grabbing a fistful of the back of his hoodie and holding on like he would disappear, you sniffled and said, “Please don’t go. I’m sorry.”

You felt him go motionless the second you grabbed him. 

“Please.”

It took him a second to come back to his senses. He turned slowly, uncurling your hand from his hoodie to hold in his.

“I won't.”

He cupped your face, letting his supernatural eyes come through as he wiped tears from your eyes. 

“I need you.”

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9:41pm – p.lahote

[warnings: angst but eh and like two swears and horrible writing]

summary: in which y/n distances herself from paul in an attempt to protect him | requested!

word count: 4,539

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Being best friends with Bella Swan meant you were always in a state of worry. You were worried she'd trip over air and fall into the middle of oncoming traffic, or she'd stab herself with a plastic spoon and Jasper Hale would cause a scene in the middle of the lunchroom. And it's not like you had anything against the Cullens, you were all good friends, but you knew how Jasper could get. And it also didn't help that your boyfriend, Paul's, words were always in the back of your mind about the "leeches." But you knew the Cullens first and knew not to judge them too harshly.

Bella Swan shook up the town of Forks, whether she recognized it or not. You grew up in Forks, loved the quietness and scenery. You weren't too excited to have to leave for college but figured you'd find somewhere that was similar to your hometown. You were pretty quiet and kept to yourself and maybe that's why you and Bella got along so well. But once she befriended you and introduced you to the Cullens, you figured you were entering the new normal.

It had slipped out when Bella was talking in her sleep during a sleepover that the Cullens were supernatural beings and it was a well-known fact that your friend wasn't a good liar. So when you confronted her about it and she was stammering, not giving you a real answer, you just gave her a knowing look.

"I won't tell anyone. I mean, you'd be the only person I tell," You shrugged and she nodded.

"It's a complicated thing, but I trust you. Just... don't think about it around Edward."

You looked at her warily before just nodding your head in agreement.

Of course, Edward already knew thanks to Alice and both you and Bella had to deal with Rosalie's death stare, which bumped her down to being your least favorite Cullen.

And when they left town and left a hole in your best friend, you and Jacob picked her back up and put the pieces together as best as you could, but deep down, you knew only Edward would be able to fix her completely.

And then, Jacob left. You were hurt by this since you two had grown closer. He was like yours and Bella's little brother and him disappearing like how your vampire friends did was painful.

The second time Bella went to confront the boy, you went for moral support. Your arms crossed over your chest as you stood behind Bella, who patiently greeted Billy Black.

"I can't believe this brat is sleeping," You scoffed, but Bella was already out the room, ready to confront the group of guys that just walked on the Black property.

"Bella, no," You called out while following her onto the grass.

"What did you do?"

You reached to grab her arm, ready to go home, but she yanked it out of your grip.

"What did you do? What did you do to him?" She angrily questioned who you assumed to be Sam Uley, pushing him roughly.

He looked exactly how Jacob described; aged beyond his years. He had copper skin, brown eyes, and was about 6'6". Almost as tall as Jacob. And he had the same tattoo Bella said Jacob had.

You looked at the other three boys and they had the same one in the same spot. You recognized Embry, giving him a weird look before turning your attention back to the raging girl in front of you.

"What did we do? What did he do? What'd he tell you?" The boy that spoke was menacing and looked at Bella as if she were below him. He was intriguing despite his demeanor, but deep down you knew he was just bad luck.

"Bella-" You started but were ignored.

"Nothing! He tells us nothing because he's scared of you," She responds, making the boys in front of you laugh.

You had enough at this point. It was already enough Bella was ignoring you but now being laughed at, you were over it. They weren't necessarily laughing at you but what Bella said was exactly how you felt as well. It felt as if they were invalidating your worry.

"Oh fuck off!" You scoffed, though you weren't spared a glance from the boy. You went to reach for the keys in Bella's coat pocket but were taken aback by her swinging her arm back and slapping the menacing boy.

The muscular, six-foot boy went from shaking with laughter to shaking with anger, causing your eyes to widen.

"It's too late now!" Laughed the boy to your left but his comment and Sam's warning fell on deaf ears.

"Isabella!" You spoke sternly, grabbing her arm and slowly backing away from the group.

The boy in front of you disappeared and in his spot, a huge, dark silver wolf stood. If you knew nothing about the supernatural world, you could've sworn this was a nightmare but once you saw his eyes, you knew it was the same boy.

You and Bella turned around, facing the Black house as you started running, losing your hold on her.

"Bella! Y/N!" The brat, as you called him, shouted, jumping off his porch and running toward you.

"Run! Jake run!" Bella screamed, attempting to warn him, but he kept running ahead with no intention of slowing down.

She jumped over Bella as she clumsily tumbled to the ground, making you groan and turn to pull her up. But in the midst of trying to rescue your friend, you see the other turn into a russet brown wolf, standing taller than the silver one.

"It's always something when I'm with you, I'll give you that," You mumbled and watched the two wolves go at each other, breaking Billy's boat and tumbling into the woods.

"Take them back to Emily's place," Sam directed the remaining two before running into the woods.

"Guess the wolf's out of the bag."

You rolled your eyes at the corny joke as you pulled Bella to her feet.

"The next time I say we leave, let's just leave, yeah?" You huffed and started toward the big red truck.

You arrived at the small brown home in the middle of the woods and you sighed, still trying to take in the events that happened less than 10 minutes ago.

Embry and the other boy jumped out of the truck, leaving you and Bella in the two-seat truck, her on your lap.

"Hey, I think we should go back and see if Jacob's okay," Bella suggested as she rolled down the window.

Honestly, you weren't thinking about the well-being of either of the boys. But instead, you replayed the whole interaction with the silver wolf before he changed. You have to ask Jacob what his name was, but casually so he wouldn't try to tease you about a crush.

"Have Paul sink some teeth in him. Serves him right!"

So the menacing one's name was Paul. You nodded as you took the information and set up a folder for him in your head.

They were talking about some bet before stopping and turning to look at the two of you in the truck.

"Come on in guys, we won't bite!" Embry called, giving you two a boyish smile making you chuckle. You always thought he was adorable, like a little baby you wanted to squish.

"I know we're a bit shaken up, but come on Bells, with the other people we hang out with, we really aren't in the position to hesitate," You said, patting her thigh as encouragement.

She got out of the car and you followed behind, giving Embry a small smile.

"You know, I liked you better with long hair," You teased the lanky boy as you walked up the steps to the house.

"Gotta keep it short so my fur isn't too long," He answered with a grin on his face, walking behind you. "Oh hey, about Emily, Sam's fiancée: don't stare. It bugs Sam."

"Why would we stare?" You questioned before walking inside the house, immediately met with warmth and the smell of muffins.

"You guys hungry? Like I have to ask," You heard the melodic voice tease the boys.

"Who's this?" She asked after looking up and giving both you and Bella a smile.

"Y/N Y/L/N and Bella Swan. Who else?" Jared introduced you two as he sat at the table.

"Hm, so you're the vampire girls?" Emily teased.

"Ehhh, I'm more neutral territory," You chuckled, hoping to help ease Bella so she could take over talking for now.

"So you're... the wolf girl?" Bella added on, after thinking a bit for a comeback. "Guess so- well, I'm engaged to one."

You watched as Embry sat and Emily brought the fresh muffins over to the table. The boys immediately reached out for them.

"Save some for your brothers. And ladies first. Muffin?"

You looked over at Bella and nodded as she mumbled a quick "sure."

You grabbed a muffin hesitantly (you didn't want to overstep even though you were offered one).

You zoned out as Bella talked to Emily and the boys, and you settled on thinking about "Paul." You replayed the interaction and how he kept his fierce brown eyes on Bella, his target. Why was he so defensive about whatever Jacob did or didn't say? The way his emotions changed so quickly gave you whiplash. He went from being defensive to laughing and then pissed (which you don't blame him for, Bella shouldn't have slapped him). You knew this wasn't someone that you would necessarily enjoy being around. He just seems loud and like he can never just have a relaxed moment; he's fueled off of his emotions. But you couldn't help but think about his brown eyes, tanned skin, and toned body. You couldn't stop yourself from picturing a quiet day in with him, staying on the couch and watching movies all day. In this dream, you had tamed him and he was relaxed and just wanted to be up under you all day.

You were taken away by your thoughts when Sam walked in, though you were hoping it was Paul. You frowned when you realized who it was and just watched as he walked over to Emily and started kissing her.

You put your head down, not wanting to watch their intimate moment, but your cheeks began to flush because only moments ago you wished it was you and Paul. You looked over at Bella and saw she was looking down too, causing you to grab her hand and squeeze. That was your small attempt at pushing Edward out of her mind.

Yours and Bella's heads both snapped toward the door as your heard footsteps move toward the house. You watched Jacob playfully shove Paul and laugh before they came up the stairs and into the house.

Paul walked by the two of you and sat at the table, grabbing a muffin.

He turned to look at Bella and said, "sorry" with a cocky smirk on his face.

He turned back to eat his muffin but Jacob cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest while he leaned on the doorway.

"To Y/N too," He told Paul sternly, making the boy sigh.

"Oh that's alright-" You started but you were cut off by the sound of Paul inhaling sharply.

He was looking in your eyes, getting really to apologize before he inhaled and his eyes widened in shock.

You blinked uncomfortably as he sat there silently eyeing you. It wasn't how he was looking at Bella earlier, you weren't a target, but you were all he could focus on. You chuckled shyly and used one hand to scratch the back of your neck and used the other to squeeze Bella's hand tightly.

It was then that you noticed that the whole room went silent, making you even more flustered.

"Um, can we talk, Jake?" Bella initiated the conversation, giving you an exit, which you were thankful for.

He hesitantly nodded, tearing his eyes from Paul and focusing on the two of you looking at him, practically begging for an escape route.

"Thank you so much for the muffin," You softly smiled at Emily as you and Bella walked toward the door. You gave everyone a wave and gave Paul one last glance before shutting the door behind you.

The three of you started walking, but it was a while before anyone said anything. You were still flustered by Paul freezing up at the sight of you. It was weird, but still, not the weirdest thing to happen today.

"So... what the fuck was that?" You blurted out, pulling yourself out of your thoughts.

"So, you're a werewolf," Bella said at the same time, hands in her pockets as if this were a normal conversation.

"Last time I checked," He sighed, avoiding your question. "Few lucky members from the tribe have the gene. A bloodsucker moves into town... and the fever sets in."

"Mono," Bella raised her eyebrows, chuckling at his pathetic lie.

"Yeah, I wish."

"Well, can't you find a way to just stop? I mean... it's wrong."

Oh, here we go, the morality police.

"It's not a lifestyle choice, Bella."

"Bella, he literally said it was in his genes," You interjected, giving her a weird look.

You three had stopped walking, and you and Jacob turned to look at the girl who wanted to play God.

You loved Bella, you really did, but she was dating a vampire. You thought it was weird she was trying to police Jacob.

"I was born this way; I can't help it," Jacob continued. "You're such a hypocrite! What, I'm not the right kind of monster for you?"

You silently agreed with Jacob, nodding your head.

"It's not what you are... it's what you do," Bella attempted to argue. "They never hurt anybody. You've killed people, Jake."

"Mmh, but didn't- never mind," You shook your head, deciding not to get involved.

"Bella, we're not killing anyone."

"Then who is?"

"What we're trying to protect you people from. The only thing we do kill. Vampires."

"No, Jake, you can't-"

"Don't worry, we can't touch your little precious Cullens unless they violate the treaty."

You were bored of the conversation and tuned out, trying to kick around a rock that was stuck in the sand.

Had this been any other time, you would've been intrigued but you only wanted answers to your question. What happened the fuck happened with Paul?

"So... you're not gonna answer my question?" You asked once the two sorted everything out.

"That's something you have to talk to Paul about," Jacob answered, making you roll your eyes.

"Okay, well, you know how I get weird around new people. I was weird with you for like a month," You frowned.

"I don't think it's gonna be anything like that. It'll feel natural to be around him."

"Right."

You sat at the lunch table between Bella and Mike Newton as Alice talked about throwing a graduation party at the Cullen residence.

"Another party, Alice?"

"It'll be fun," She spoke optimistically, making her smile.

"Yeah, that's what you said last time," Bella huffed, making you nudge her.

"Well, I'm excited, Alice," You spoke up, giving her a small smile that she returned.

But the smile was quickly wiped off her face as she zoned out and sat back in the chair. Edward turned his head, seemingly zoning out as well, causing you and Bella to turn toward the regular teens next to you, hoping to distract them.

"Hey, Angela?"

"Yeah?”

"Do you need some help with those?" Bella asked as you both reached over to look at whatever she was working on.

You and Bella both shared a look of concern before turning back and helping your friend.

At the end of the school day, you and Bella walked out of the school together, you looking for Paul's truck and her looking for Edward.

You spotted your boyfriend pulling in, and you turned to face Bella, gripping onto the straps of your backpack.

"When Edward spills, fill me in," You told her, making her nod.

"Definitely. I think you're the only one that can communicate with the pack right now. Jacob isn't talking to me so... if anything were to happen, only you could tell them."

You nodded sullenly, hoping it wasn't something that needed the pack's attention. You were hoping it wasn't something big.

Paul pulled up right in front of you, greeting Bella politely, making you smile.

"See you tomorrow, Bells," You promised as you opened the truck door and got in.

"Hi Lover," You greeted your boyfriend and leaned over to peck his lips.

"Hi Little Wolf," He smiled and helped you take your backpack off. He set it in the backseat next to his before pulling out of the parking lot.

He drove from the school to Emily's house, grabbing your bags out of the backseat once you arrived.

You two would do this every day after school: go to Emily's and do homework with the news playing in the background just in case.

"Hi, Em!" You greeted the woman that seemed to be making a bunch of pasta for dinner. "Would you like some help?"

"No, I'm okay. Go get some work done," Emily assured you, and you nodded, going into the living room.

You greeted the boys and wrapped Jacob in your arms. "Hi Brat," You teased and pinched his back.

"Hey," He chuckled and pulled you into a headlock. "Missed me?"

"I saw you yesterday. You better stop before I get Paul to beat you up," You said and pushed him away. "I hate you."

"You don't."

You playfully rolled your eyes before sitting next to Paul on the couch and pulling your homework out of your bag.

"He's so annoying," You mumbled to your boyfriend and rested your head on his shoulders.

"Tuh, I already knew that," He scoffed and kissed the top of your head.

You sighed and started working on your biology homework, tuning everything out until you felt Paul tightly grip your hand.

"What?" You asked, looking up at him before turning to the tv.

The news anchor was talking about all the disappearances in Seattle, and because you knew what you knew, you knew it was something that the pack and the Cullens would have to get involved in.

You frowned and returned Paul's squeeze, quickly growing worried. Is this was Alice's vision was about earlier? Did they know about this? Did they have a plan?

Once the news transitioned to the weather forecast, nobody moved a muscle. You figured they were in shock or were trying to figure out a plan

"Alice had a vision today, at lunch. We're just waiting for Edward to spill," You spoke up and turned to look up at Paul, examining his face.

His face was serious but scrunched with determination until he turned to look back at you. He let the tenseness fall away and gave you a small smile to try to get you to relax.

"I don't want more people getting hurt," You mumbled.

"We're gonna do what we can to protect Forks. Hopefully, it stays in Seattle, but until this dies down we're going to do more patrolling. We can't afford to slack off," Sam spoke sternly.

Paul turned and nodded at his alpha's words but pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, as if you were to vanish.

The next day, you were walking to the cafeteria with Bella and Edward, and you knew you had to say something before you got to the table.

"It was about the Seattle thing, wasn't it?" You asked the two, clutching onto the books in your hands. "The pack plans on doing more strict patrols."

It was silent for a moment, both of them hesitating to speak.

"What is it?" You sighed, prepared to hear the worst.

"It was about you, Y/N," Bella said then but her lip tentatively.

"What about me?"

"We didn't want to tell you because we didn't want you to worry-"

"But it was only right," Bella cut off her boyfriend, making your eyes furrow in confusion.

You stopped walking, and so did they. You guys let the hallway clear out before Bella continued talking.

"I've told you about Victoria."

"Yeah, and Jacob told us the pack killed her friend with the dreads," You nodded, but you still didn't understand where this was going and what it had to do with you. "What does she have to do with me, or anything for that matter?"

"For some reason, she has her eyes set on you. I was able to talk to Paul when he left your house after dropping you off last night. We agreed to take turns watching you," Edward broke the news to you as calmly and gently as he could.

From the corner of your eye, you could see both Alice and Jasper waiting outside of the cafeteria. It explained why you weren't freaking out, but you wondered what it would be like once you weren't around him. You knew you'd try to stay calm for Paul's sake, but what happens when you get home and you're alone in your room? Will it all hit you then, or will it already be bottled by then?

"Well, what's new, I guess? Forks is in mortal danger, and the supernatural has come together to save the town," You huffed and slapped your hands on your thighs before blowing a raspberry in the air. "Can we grab lunch now?"

Bella and Edward shared a look while you walked ahead, going into the cafeteria.

The day dragged on longer than it usually did, but you were one of the first people out of the building. You didn't even wait for Bella at her locker like you usually do. But you concluded because of what was happening that Paul was waiting outside for you. You figured he was sitting there at least 10 minutes before you got out of class.

Once you were out the school doors, you felt yourself growing tenser. You were out of Jasper's reach, and your emotions were finally starting to hit you.

"Hi, Little Wolf," Paul greeted you, trying to act like everything was normal. He hated making you worry, and you knew that.

"Hey," Your response was short, and you didn't even look in his direction. You kept your eyes on your lap.

"I'm not your Lover?" He teased, pulling out of the school parking lot.

"I just wanna go straight home today," You mumbled.

"The leech told you-"

"Bella told me. I don't want to argue, Paul. I think it's best if I go home."

He wanted to argue, you could tell by the way he was gripping the steering wheel that he disagreed with your decision, but just like you, he didn't want to argue. So, he took you home, no questions asked.

And when you were getting out of the car, you told him you'd drive yourself to and from school tomorrow.

"Y/N-"

"Just until this whole situation dies down. I don't want anyone getting hurt because of me, especially you," You said, and shut the door behind you once you got out of the car, leaving no space for him to argue.

You gave him one last smile before walking inside your house and locking the door once you shut it.

In the evening, you were at your desk completing homework, but you were still so paranoid. Your eyes looked out the window, searching for anything in the trees that might be a threat to you. But there was no threat, just a dark silver wolf laying in between the trees, keeping watch.

You frowned, feeling bad that you were pushing him away, but you didn't want him to get mixed up in your mess. You felt ten times safer with him watching you, but you knew he had to be exhausted; after a long day of school and patrol, who would want to stay up all night being a guard dog?

You moved away from your desk, deciding it was time for bed. You took a shower and did your night routine before laying in bed, pulling the covers over your body.

You didn't get much sleep that night. You didn't get much sleep for the next two weeks. It was hard being without Paul and your friends. You were so scared about something happening in your sleep that you were barely getting any. And the fact that you haven't been face-to-face with Paul in weeks put a real strain on you. Your physical and mental health was all messed up. The separation was difficult, but not being able to explain any of this to your parents made it much harder. You had no one to talk to, and you know you did it to yourself, but the well-being of your friends and family always came first, so you wanted to stick it out despite how you felt.

For two weeks, you stayed alert, listening to every noise, watching every shadow, though your paranoia made most of it up.

But this time, you knew you heard a sound and it made you shoot out of bed. Not hesitating, you reached for your phone and called Paul. You didn't see him resting by the trees when you got up to go shower. You assumed that he was finally getting some rest and now you felt even worse about calling him; the day he decided to get some rest, you were interrupting him.

He didn't answer the phone, which you expected, but you still opened the window in your bedroom, letting the cold air blow through. He'd let himself in once he got there.

You didn't expect him to get there as quickly as he did. It had only been three minutes of you biting your nails anxiously and staying far away from your door.

He came through your door fully clothed and immediately pulled you into his arms, warming up your freezing body and calming your nerves.

"Were you asleep? Where were you? You weren't here," You bombarded him with questions as you dug your face into his chest.

"I was just running a bit late. I was already on my way when you called. Why did you call?" He asked, rubbing your back soothingly.

"I'm sorry, I just- it's already so hard being away from you, and I've been scared, and I thought I heard something downstairs. I don't know," You rambled and held onto your boyfriend's waist tightly.

"If it were a leech, you probably wouldn't have even heard them coming. It was probably just your dad grabbing a snack or something. You know he's always up for a snack," He assured you before kissing the top of your head.

"Yeah, that's true," You quietly giggled and let all your worry dissipate. You kept your head resting on his chest as he rocked your two back and forth. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too. Let's never separate again."

"Agreed."

[AN: hey so, I didn't know what to name this so I just named it off of the time it was requested. anyway, I kinda don't like this so uh yeah]

[iphoenixrising]

DickTim Week Day 4: Dark!Dick and Vampire!Tim

So. So. *Steeples fingers* this may or may not be the fic for you. Yet another combination prompt because the people on the Capes and Coffee Discord are fucking enablers. You know who you are.

Warnings for: captivity, blood-letting, missing-in-time Bruce

The hidden bunker is outside the city limits of Gotham, a perfect place to stay off the grid.

Officer Grayson makes the drive with the radio on WKKG, All Gotham, All the Time. He moves his head to the beat of the pop song blaring over the line.

The outside of the abandoned gas station looks positively deserted and if they were any more rural, tumble weeds would be rolling around the decrepit gas pumps.

Officer Grayson parks around the back of the building out of sight and grabs the paper bags from the passenger side, holds his cup of coffee in the same hand, whistles to himself as he gets out of the police cruiser.

A complex locking system on a seemingly outdated walk-in freezer opens up to an elevator that is decidedly the newest fixture in the place.

He hums the chorus of the pop song from the radio on the way down, small smile on his face reflecting back at him from the mirrored doors.

The underground is a completely different world.

Apparently constructed to be a bunker, the basement is lead-lined and spacious with all processes set-up to stay off the grid, perfect for his needs. He has a separate power supply, a separate HVAC system, a security system with nearly imperceptible cameras to make sure no one, no one gets close enough to the property without alerting him immediately.

And he certainly doesn’t want anyone finding his personal mission here.

Officer Grayson puts one of the grocery bags down on a table littered with notebooks and read-outs he’d left the last time after he’d gotten samples. He sips on his coffee as he walks around the first room, lit only by the emergency lights at the top of the low-slung ceiling, and turns on the power, turns on the lights in the rest of the bunker.

The beeps behind him are the locks resetting on the elevator, the only way out.

Dick is still humming when he passes into the next room, blocked on either end with thick, metal doors complete with a complex locking mechanism and impressive alarm system. The many tables in this room are filled with laboratory equipment, a biotechnician’s playground.

Half-completed analyses are still running on the impressive screens mounted overhead, status bar at 68%.

Five-gallon buckets under the tables with black Sharpie denote chemical names with dates scribbled hastily below.

Dick sips his coffee as he looks up at the running totals, makes mental notes, compares previous tests and results.

It’s discouraging, but Dick just sighs to himself. Of all vigilantes in Gotham, he’s the optimist, and he knows that each failure will just bring him closer and closer to success. He just can’t give up.

Bruce is counting on them.

With his coffee and bag in one hand, he lets the analysis churn, and enters his code in the next door, then places a palm print on the pad outside. Leans down so his eye scan can be completed.

Unlike the other rooms, the lights come on the second the door fully unlocks and opens to allow Dick entrance.

The reason for that is to turn on the intense sun lamps to further weaken the figure strapped down to the gurney in the center of the room, strategically lessening the possibility of an attack.

Dick puts the bag and his coffee down on the only table in the room.

“Sorry I didn’t come yesterday. Rupert Thorne had a big shipment planned and we were up late tracking it,” his voice is light and cheery, his smile wide and white. He comes to the side of the gurney, takes note of the slight burning smell that always seems to permeate the room no matter how much he tries to avoid it by making sure there’s always something between skin and pure silver. Struggling dislodges whatever he uses, so the result is the smell of burning flesh.

He clicks his tongue in disappointment, looking down at Timmy’s closed eyes and painfully pale face.

His frown deepens when Tim Drake rolls his head over to face the wall instead.

Silver chains wrap his arms, legs, neck, and torso, rendering him utterly immobile. Holy relics hang over the gurney as an added safety measure. He’s completely naked under a flimsy sheet.

“Aren’t you going to say hello?” He asks softly. “I’m letting Alfred pick up Dami so I can spend some extra time with you today.”

IVs are grotesquely hooked into each major artery, set on slow drain. The multiple blood bags hooked under the gurney show the slow trickle as the bags fill to a crawl.

Tim’s violet-blue eyes crack open a sliver, but he doesn’t look away from the wall, away from freedom.

“That isn’t very nice,” Dick’s tone stays soft, yet firm. “You know what I’m trying to do here.”

The sound of Tim trying to swallow is heard over the soft mechanical beeping, the hum of working equipment. “You know how important you are to this, Timmy. I don’t like how you keep refusing to be a team player.” Dick pauses just a moment, eyes narrow, “is this still about Damian being Robin now? Because you know how many times we’ve been over this.”

Tim closes his eyes again, a muscle in his jaw jumps.

“Well, I think you’ve been sulking about it long enough,” Dick brusquely throws the sheet out of the way to show IVs, burns, and the network of complicated blood vessels below deathly pale skin. “You knew even before you went to Iraq my choices were the best for everyone, not just you.”

Dick checks all the leads, makes sure the drip is slow. He doesn’t so much as lift up the solid silver chains and nudge them with the cloth he keeps underneath, the point of it is to try and keep Tim’s skin from burning, temporarily cauterizing his veins and killing the supply. The last time the chains were displaced this much, Dick had made the mistake of lifting one, giving Tim enough power to bare his fangs and lunge. Since then, the chains have stayed put, only shuffled around a little.

“And if you would have just listened to me and stayed in Gotham, you wouldn’t have been caught by vampires in the first place. You know that, don’t you? If you would have worked with us at home, Ra’s would have never taken that much of an interest and led them right to you. Heck, you might still be alive and have your spleen.”

Shaking his head in frustration at all the events from last year when Bruce’s body was brought back, when the Battle for the Cowl had forced him to raise his hand against Jason again and break his heart over Little Wing again, when he knew Tim didn’t need any more mentorship, didn’t need the support and encouragement Damian did after losing their father, and the ultimate decision to let Tim decide his own future after Robin, when seeing Tim six months after his disappearance as a vampire in a cape, all of it had made the choice on how to handle this situation.

How to fix everything that had gone so horribly wrong.

Do what he had to do, try disseminating the secrets of immortality so they could bring Bruce back.

And like this, Tim is going to help him do it.

“But it’s okay,” he’s back to smiling again, “we’ve worked past all that, haven’t we, Timmy?” Dick is satisfied all the leads are fine and the slow flow unimpeded. He steps back to the bag on the table.

In one hand is a pint of O Positive. In the other, a Krispy Kreme with sprinkles.

Both their favorites.

“C’mon,” he cajoles after taking a bite of his donut, “it’s one of Steph’s extra pints. I know you’re going to like it.”

He holds the oozing bag to Tim’s averted mouth and patiently waits, nibbles on his donut in the other hand.

“Why don’t,” and the tone is hoarse, faint because Timmy mostly doesn’t really talk to him anymore, “you just kill me?”

Dick pauses mid-chew, blinking down at the eyes filling with bloody tears, the hitch in the chest that doesn’t really move anymore.

Dick swallows the bite, suddenly more like ash than icing in his mouth. “You know I can’t do that,” is more harsh than he means. “We don’t kill. Not even vampires.”

“Then let me go.”

“Can’t let you go out and kill people either, Tim, and I need the supply for testing.”

“This is torture. This is fucking torture and you don’t even give a shit about me anymore–”

With a flick of his fingers, a crucifix falls right on Tim’s chest, and the screams are awful, horrible, but that is probably never going to outweigh the smell.

By the time Dick finishes his donut, Tim is weakly writhing in agony and the screams have died down to soft whimpers, mouth open to show those killer fangs.

He dusts his hands off and pulls on a glove from the Nightwing suit under his uniform, gingerly lifts the holy item off, grimaces when tissue and flesh stick to it.

“Kill me,” Timmy whimpers. “Just fucking kill me.”

Dick scoffs and takes the chance to lean down, presses his mouth to Tim’s forehead. “You know I can’t lose anyone else,” is the softest of reprimands. “Don’t worry. Once I just figure this out, we’ll get Bruce back and he’ll help us reverse the turning. Before you know it, this will seem like just a bad dream.”

Dick presses another kiss to each eyelid, talking softly against the deceptively soft yet immortal skin. “And when you’re back to yourself, we can be together again. I’ll take care of you just like I used to, promise.”

Dick leans back up with a small smile on his face and familiar fondness in his eyes. He holds the bag up to Tim’s mouth again, ignores the red tears streaming down the pale face. “We’ll get there, okay? I’m close to the answers we need. I just need a little more time. But, I have to have samples to work with, which means you to drink, Timmy.”

Like usual, the pink tracks down his face stand out starkly in the false sunlight when Tim finally gives in and punctures the bag with his fangs.

[mynotsohealthyobsession]

Unexpected bond

Book: Bloodbound (between book 2 and 3)

Pairing: Adrian Raines x Lily Spencer (friendship) / Mention of Adrian Raines x MC

Words: 1.960

Rating: Mature

Warning: Angst / Mention of violence, death and harassment

**Tags in the reblog**

His jacket was on the floor, where he had thrown it a couple hours ago. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up as his forearms rested on his knees. He had his eyes shut and his back against the wall. His breathing was erratic and faltering, incapable of calming down. The powerful aura that he used to have, had completely disappeared, leaving him broken and defeated, looking as terrible as he felt inside. Whoever knew him beforehand and saw him at this moment, would doubt that that was actually the same Adrian Raines.

His hands had remnants of dried blood, the same that had coloured his white shirt, red. His body was still healing some wounds, cuts and a few broken bones, and bruises as result of their confrontation with Gaius. Every time he breathed, he felt a stinging pain in his chest but he couldn't care less. He had decided to not move from there no matter how long it took. Maybe she woke up before the expected, scared or disorientated. Maybe her bloodkeeper condition made it different for her and she needed some kind of help. Or maybe… Simply, he just couldn't leave her side. Whatever the reason was, he had decided to stay there, in Raines Corp.’s basement, near the sarcophagus in which, and he desperately hoped it was the case, Amy's body was changing, slowly transforming into a vampire.

As a couple of tears slipped on his cheeks, passing through the bloody print that her hand left on his skin as he held her, he couldn't avoid thinking how afraid he was of losing her, to face the world without her. Amy had saved them, after he had promised her he would protect her, she sacrificed herself for them. For him.

He squeezed his eyes tightly, letting his head fall back, against the wall. No matter how hard he tried, the images kept replaying over and over in his mind, in a horrible and constant loop. Amy taking the branch, getting close to Gaius. Her pained gasp as the sword went through her chest and emerged from her back. How his throat hurt from yelling her name, incapable of doing anything else but watch. The fire in her eyes, using the last of her strength to stab Gaius as her blood slipped down in the hilt of the sword onto Gaius' hand. Her little smile before she noticed that her knees gave up and hit the floor first as the rest of her body fell down. How quickly her skin became pale and cold as he held her, knowing that there was only one thing that could save her. How, mortally injured, she cupped his face, almost happy that they had 'won', even if right now it felt like he was about to lose everything that was important to him.

"Adrian?" His eyes flushed open, seeing Lily down the stairs. Her eyes puffy and bloodshot, all her usual energy and almost childlike happy mood, had disappeared. For the first time since he had met her, she seemed like an elderly woman who had lost against life itself. She sat beside him and offered him a pack of blood and what seemed to be a clean shirt.

"Thank you Lily, but I don't need it."

"You do." She gave him a broken look. "You think she would be okay seeing you still hurt?" She placed both things between them. "You are important to her, Adrian. She did what she did to save us. To save you."

"She shouldn't have done it! Now she's--" His voice abruptly cut, incapable to even put into words his fears and torments.

"I know." Lilly replied, distractedly fiddling with one of her rings. "But she's brave and her heart is bigger than anyone I've ever met." A pained smile lifted her lips a little. "Amy would never watch us die if she could avoid it. You know that." She fixed her stare on him, her voice a bit shattered. "Exactly like you or any of us would have done for her if the rolls were reversed."

"But I couldn't." His mind returned to the night before, when they had sleep holding each other. It felt so far away. "I promised her I would protect her no matter what and I couldn't. I failed her." It was the first time they shared this kind of conversation and time alone. It was obvious that Lily had a stronger relationship with Jax, like Adrian had with Kamilah. But, even if they were worried and sad too, right now, the pain Lily and Adrian were feeling, was different from theirs and had brought them together. "I should never have allowed her to get involved in this." To his surprise, she giggled.

"If you think you could have told her what to do, I'm sorry but you don't know her as well as you think." Adrian chuckled a bit alongside her. Lily was absolutely right about that.

"Did she ever tell you about the first time she saw me transformed, on her first day of work?" He wasn't sure why he asked her that. Probably because it was the moment that he realized that she would be special for him, even if he didn't know how much.

"Only a few parts."

"In almost 300 years a lot of people had learned the way she did about all this. And most… If not all of them, begged to forget, to return to their old lives." Despite himself, he smiled at the memory. "Amy… She just stood there. For a little while, she got scared, of course, but… She didn't run or scream. She started to ask me questions, curious, looking at me the exact same way she did all that day. Before her eyes, I was still… Me. She even joked about Nicole being dramatic during the feeding." He let out a sorrowful and shaking sigh. "I took her to Priya's fashion show and she told the security that she was my partner instead of my assistant." They both softly laughed.

"I think she had a crush with you almost instantly." Lily crossed her legs under her. "That night, before returning to the office, we chatted a bit. When I asked her about how you were, her answer was, and I'm quoting here 'super hot'." She said smiling at the same time that her palm dried her cheeks. "She was so happy to be able to stay in New York."

"It was an absolutely mutual feeling." Adrian passed his fingers through his hair, feeling an ache in his heart as his memory returned to the first time he saw her, that she had given him one of her beautiful smiles. "That night, she cut her hand with a glass. All the vampires around were drawn towards the fresh blood, to her."

"I know the feeling." She sadly murmured. "She mentioned that part actually, that you helped her and stood in front of her."

"I will never forget how she hugged me from behind. How when she was scared, she trusted me." His eyes started to burn with fresh tears. "She not only didn't allow the debriefing, but also convinced me to show her around the library." The tears ran free on his face and he didn't try to stop them. "She's brave and stubborn in the most wonderful way."

"I think you are not aware how important you are to her." They stood in silence, lost in their thoughts and memories until Lily talked again. "Amy had always tried to watch over you."

"I know she did." His voice was a low raspy whisper.

"Actually, I suspect you don't know how much." After a pause she sighed, as she had made a decision. "Amy is going to kill me for this…" She muttered. "There's something that she never told you." Adrian noticed the subtle change in her voice. "But I'm convinced you deserve to know." She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. "After the trial where Vega framed you and they declared you guilty, everybody started to discuss how to divide your stuff and..." She stood in silence, her eyes filled with doubts.

"What happened, Lily?" He shifted his gaze to look at her, taking his attention from the coffin for the first time.

"Priya grabbed her from the throat and 'claimed' her for herself." Lily shivered a bit beside him as his blood seemed to boil and freeze at the same time. "She said that she wanted to break her. And after forcing her to watch you die, maybe kill her."

"Was she hurt?" Adrian frowned, clearly disturbed as a new wave of anguish went through his factions. He was conscious of all the times she had been in danger because of him but discovering that there were occasions that she hadn't told him to protect him, it felt like a powerful hand grabbed his heart and squeezed it slowly and extremely painfully.

"Kamilah stopped her almost immediately but she had a bruise around the neck for a couple weeks. She covered it with makeup."

"Amy never told me about that." He lowered his face, both of his hands holding it, seeming overwhelmed as his fingers ran through his hair.

"I know. She didn't want you to know. She was sure you would feel guilty even when it wasn't your fault." Lily stared at his eyes, he never had seen her gaze so intense. "What do you think was the first thing she said, when we left the temple after that?" Adrian stared at her back, unsure if he wanted to know. "She asked Kamilah how we could help you, to save you." Lily sadly smiled at him. "Even back then she didn't wanted to lose you. That's why she did what she did tonight."

He remembered the deep sadness and concern he saw in her when their eyes locked to each other as he was dragged away. The softness of her hand and words when she had found him in The Baron's dungeon. The happiness he felt when he saw her in front of him. "I didn't want to lose her either." He forced himself to say the words that couldn't stop repeating internally. "I don't want to lose her. I can't. I need her, she just can't di--" The lump in his throat cutted his voice, incapable of ending the last word.

"I don't know if she had heard you but… If it's worth something, I know she loves you too, Adrian." Lily murmured, her voice gruff. "You are the most important person to her." Her hands dried her cheeks. "Well, the second more important at least. Best friends and roommates rights, you know."

"I'll take it." Adrian smiled before his face fell again. "And it's worth more than you can imagine." His eyes fixed again on the sarcophagus. "I just hope to have the chance to tell it to her like she deserves. And maybe hear her say it back."

Lily took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, standing up. "Are you sure you want to stay here?"

"Yes." She nodded and headed to the stairs. "Lily." He called her and she stopped to watch him. "Thank you. For the blood and everything afterwards."

"You are welcome, Adrian." She leaned against the wall for a minute. "I just know how sad she would be seeing you like this." She stared at the sarcophagus one last time, thinking the same thing that has been in Adrian's mind the last two hours and couldn't dare to face it: how silent the coffin was, without even a faint heartbeat or shallow breathing coming from it. Almost like it was empty.

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[detroitbecomeyandere]

I definitely love the idea of Incubus Cyrus finding someone to feed on. Maybe someone who can’t die. So he just gets to feed on you forever.

Also Chloe… maybe somehow getting free or tricking the reader to take her bondage but still keep her powers and now you’re HER slave instead….

Someone who can't die you say? My immediate thought was vampire but going into the traditional sense vampires don't have souls so there is nothing there for an Incubus to feed on. But what about a Nephilim reader? Nephilim are the children of angels and humans, and after the great flood they became extremely rare and when Cyrus catches the scent of your soul he is immediately hooked and what makes it better is that you don't even know what you are. The purity of your soul is intoxicating to him, your remind him of his time as an angel and it fills him with a strange sense of nostalgia.

It takes him months to get past your natural defenses, had you been fully angelic he would have never been able to breach your mind. Everytime he enters your dreams his skin burns for days after but the pain is worth it when he gets to see you crumble under his hands. You are just so perfect, the way your body fits against his just proves that you were made from him. Since your soul is immortal and replenishes like an angel's Cyrus doesn't worry about stealing to much of it, in fact he takes as much as he can at every visit. It makes him more powerful and with that new power he creates he small pocket dimension where he eventually steals you away to. He never reveals what you are out of fear that you may use your unfound powers to blast him back to Hell.

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Okay so like we all know that genies are trickster assholes at heart and Chloe is no different. A couple thousand years ago she never would have thought of tricking someone else into servitude like she was but now it's all she can think off, and the fact that her current master is cute little you just makes all the better. She can tell from the first time she is summoned that you have a soft heart and uses that to her advantage, telling you all about her sob story. How she was just a simple village girl who had rejected a god and in his anger he cursed her to be his pet and how over the centuries she had many masters that were cruel and abused her in horrible ways and that if she could have one wish it would to be free of the lamp for eternity. She has to hold back a smirk when she sees your crying through her lashes, she's got you hook, line and sinker. When you offer to free her she puts on the water works, going on about how she'll be forever in your debt.

All it takes is for you to utter the words "I wish for your freedom" and Chloe has free range to interpret your wish however she wants. One thing she'd always appreciate was mortals forgetting the old tales, in a flash of light the golden chains around her wrists clamp tightly onto your own and you are pulled into the vessel. With a look of betrayal you start screaming at the woman as she peers into the lamp with a mocking smile she places the cap back on and uses her powers to disappear.

"Be careful what you wish for master"

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Rosebeds And Baths

So I noticed how little content there is in the tdv fandom and decided to contribute a bit myself. This is the first time I have ever written Krolock so please forgive my horrible portrayal of him. I still decided to toss it out here, since there is so little content. This story was a suggestion and I really liked the idea. Warning: None that I can think of

„Just be honest with yourself father. She may be pretty and nice and intelligent but she’s going crazy in this castle.” Herbert snickered. He stood by the side of his father before the windows and stared out at the gardens. At the far end your small figure stood and furiously hacked away at the ground. Very slowly and deliberately Krolock shook his head. “I’m sure there is a reason the little human decided to tend to the garden so suddenly.”

He was utterly distracted by sight of your exposed legs. You had tucked your skirts into your belt so they wouldn’t get in the way and he didn’t think he had ever seen this much skin of yours. Your thighs looked so soft he wished to sink his fangs into them. He blinked slowly and then saw the knowing smirk of Herbert who just snickered again.

It was nightfall and the entire garden was glowing in the fading sunlight. Even though the sun was entirely behind the horizon the two Vampires didn’t quite dare to go outside yet. There were no sunbeams that could hurt them now but the fear of the pain the sun caused was too great, something neither of the two acknowledged.

When Koukol went outside to light up the lanterns you looked up from your task for the first time. It became hard to see the weeds you were plucking so you leaned against your field hoe and sighed. Your hair stuck to your wet skull and neck and you only now became aware of how much you were sweating.

You looked once more at the rosebushes you had tended to und smiled when you realized how much better they looked after just one day of work. You hastily put away the hoe and went to water them.

The rosebed looked pretty good after you had worked the entire day on it and you were excited to tend to the next flowerbed tomorrow. There was also a round fountain in the middle of the garden which nearly disappeared beneath the weed growing over it. The gravel paths which traveled throughout the entire garden were practically invisible because they had been overgrown so much.

It was a shame that such a well preserved castle had gardens which looked as if no one had looked after them in centuries. But then again, that was most likely the case.

You carefully untucked your skirt from your belt and it flopped down to your ankles. You didn’t know how you had managed it but the dress had dirt all over and you laughed quietly.

As you went back to the castle you saw a shadow disappear behind a window and you smiled. The count probably didn’t want you to know he was there so he could mysteriously appear. It amused you how much he enjoyed his little secretive façade. You knew that he was aware that you had figured out what he was and yet it seemed he still felt like hiding. You were unsure why he was so hesitant to address the truth.

When you entered through the broad door he appeared from the shadows and you smirked.

“Why, Count von Krolock I didn’t expect you here.” He heard the sarcasm dripping from your lip and you caught the way the left corner of his mouth twitched upward.

“Good evening”, he practically purred your name.

“What did you do on this fine day?”, you asked amused.

It was an unspoken game between you two that you tried to get him to slip up or admit who he truly was and that he avoided admitting it.

“I slept in quite late and did this and that.” You nearly laughed at your own joke as you answered: “I’m sure you slept like the dead since I didn’t see you at all throughout the day dear count.”

He didn’t respond to that instead opting for changing the topic. “I must ask you though. What on earth were you doing in the garden?” He stared directly into your eyes genuinely curious.

“I was tending to it.” You raised an eyebrow at his question. He gently laid his hand at the small of your back and began leading your through the halls.

“I was able to tell that much. Would you mind enlightening me as to why you did that?”

You looked up at the ridiculously tall man and frowned. “Have you seen the state the garden in is? It’s such a shame that no one is taking care of it!”

He drew to a short stop and oh so gently wiped a patch of dirt from your cheek. You leaned your head into the touch ever so carefully, keeping eye contact. Suddenly he withdrew his hand and cleared his throat. Starting to walk again he answered: “So you decided to care for the garden?”

You decided to take no offense at the way he rubbed his palms together as if to erase the feeling of you. As he glanced at you he witnessed how your smile lit up your entire face and he had never wanted to hold you in his arms that badly.

“Yes! Oh I can imagine how it would look once it’s taken care of properly! Did you see the way the rosebed looked this evening? I’m one hundred percent sure that they will bloom this summer, now that someone actually pays attention to them.”

“But those are just flowers? They are just plants? Who cares what they look like?” He didn’t get your enthusiasm and you sharply poked his arm.

“I hope you apologize for that. Those flowers will be the most beautiful part of this castle once I’m finished with them. Just you wait. Your garden has such a unique layout and design and you just let it overgrow. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Some kind of master of the castle you are.”

He looked absolutely stunned at your outburst. “Excuse me?” He gasped in mock offense.

You grinned. “You are excused. Now please tell me where you are taking me.”

He suddenly stopped before a tall door and with a grand hand gesture opened it. It was the master bathroom of the castle. “Since you were so active today I thought you would like to… take a bath and relax?”

Softly you grasped his arm and squeezed gently. “Thank you that’s very thoughtful of you.” He opened the door and your hand slipped from his arm.

“I’m afraid I have no female staff to help you and keep you company.” You looked at the big bathtub and decided not to look at his face when you said: “Well, if you wanted you could keep me company.”

He hissed you name as a reply. So you turned to look at him after all. “Don’t pretend to be some proper gentleman Count von Krolock. I know you. And I would very much like your company as long as you behave and don’t make me uncomfortable.”

His gaze was hypnotic as he looked at you. “Very well, just say my name when you are settled and I will join you.”

You closed the door behind you and he inhaled shudderingly. Your scent clung to his hand, a grim reminder of how human you were. If he concentrated he could hear you getting undressed so he decided to flee into another hallway and finally look at the garden. He was ashamed to admit he hadn’t properly looked at it in a very long time. In fact he wasn't sure he had ever really looked at it.

“So she is bathing?” Herbert’s voice came from the dark behind him and Krolock nodded slowly. His son cackled. “That’s the reason you were fleeing like a scared bat.” He sharply turned to his son and raised an eyebrow.

“So… has she lost her mind?” His son decided to continue their conversation from earlier.

“No she has simply decided that our garden needs looking after.”

Herbert furrowed his eyebrows. “But… why? The garden is such a boring place. I don’t get humans.”

Krolock smiled and Herbert noted how soft his father looked. “You try telling her that. She is an odd little human.”

“You really like her.”, Herbert observed and Krolock very slowly and deliberately said: “Her smell is divine. I bet she tastes heavenly.”

Herbert snorted at that. “That’s not it and you know it. But you are, as always, too proud to let her or anyone else get close to you. Always the mysterious, collected Count.”

They both stopped suddenly when they heard her call for Krolock. “I am to keep her company during her bath.”

Herbert wriggled his eyebrows suggestively and Krolock nearly snorted at the antics of his son.

You called for him again and suddenly you heard his voice next to you. “I am here. No need to call again.”

You hadn’t even heard him open the door, but then again maybe he hadn’t used it. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of flinching. Instead you smiled warmly at him.

“Thank you. Would you mind washing my back for me. I can’t quite reach it.”

“Of course my dear.” The pet name hung in the air and settled comfortable around you as if he had always called you that.

He gently began to massage your back and you were surprised how good his bony fingers felt. The chill of his skin let goosebumps travel over your whole body. As you craned your neck he suddenly withdrew and ground out your name in warning.

“I think you are vastly overestimating my self-control.”, he barked and the anger in his voice surprised you. He was openly frowning at you and his fangs were digging into his lower lips. As he noticed your gaze falling to his teeth he quickly stopped biting his lip.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was this hard on you.” You carefully said. For a few seconds he just stared at you as if to weigh your answer. Then he closed his eyes seemingly coming to a conclusion. As he opened them again they shone with emotion.

“You have no idea. The hunger is unbearable. And you’re not making it easy for me.”

Confused you wrinkled your nose. “I thought your hunger was the reason you let me stay here?”

He sighed. “It was. But now I long for your company. Only you can fill my dull days with a resemblance of delight. I don’t want to drive you away.”

You reached for him and he cautiously kneeled next to the bathtub on the floor. When you oh so softly touched his cheek he sighed heavily and leaned into your touch.

“I won’t flee. I quite like it here. I like you. And there is still a whole garden in terrible shape.”

He took your hand from his face and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “That’s good to know. For now I will leave you. We can talk about this later. About what I want to do and whether you are willing to go along with it.”

You smiled. “That sounds good.”

He pressed a last lingering kiss to your hand, stood up and dramatically twirled his cape. The next moment he was gone.

You smiled to yourself. That was the first time he kind of let you see that he was not really human.

My eyes are literally burning right now. I wrote this in one sitting and edited it in the same and I can't look at this anymore. I hope at least someone can enjoy it and have fun with this. English is not my native language so please tell me what to correct and don't be too harsh on me.

[bnhayyy]

The Call (8)

Chapter Title: Catalyst

Wordcount: 3.2k

Fic Tag: Click

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Chapter Summary: Ymir and Historia make a dangerous discovery.

Notes: I'm one day late in posting, but this is my response to day three of @mikannieweek ! The prompt was fight, so you best believe you're getting a fight. I know that neither Annie nor Mikasa actually appear in this chapter, but since it's very plot-relevant to the fic as a whole, which is very much a Mikannie fic, I say it counts. 

 Celadon is on vacation this week, so thank you to Rinky for betaing for me! Also, if you haven't already, you may want to read Caution and the Inverse before reading this chapter. It's a Yumihisu one-shot taking place in the same universe as The Call, and while it isn't necessary to understand this chapter, it does add some extra context.

Sleep was a tenuous thing for Historia. Sometimes she could get through the night just fine. Sometimes she would toss and turn, barely dozing off during the night and waking up to another morning where she'd have to put on a pleasant face and pretend that everything was fine.

The worst nights were the ones where she woke up screaming.

Sleeping with Ymir's arms wrapped around her helped keep the nightmares at bay. However, even she could not ward them off completely. There were still times when Historia woke up in the middle of the night with visions of Frieda screaming and snarling demons and shattered church windows flashing behind her eyes. In those horrible moments, the lie that was Krista Lenz felt like it was wrapped around her with the intent to suffocate rather than protect.

Ymir helped. But not even Ymir was truly invulnerable, for all that her strength and bravado tried to lull her into thinking she was. Historia had taken steps to protect her girlfriend after the encounter in the club. She had told the college that she was sick and holed up with Ymir in her apartment, where they had set up hidden cameras around the apartment building and made umpteen plans on what to do if the slayers broke in. Or if they forced them out. Or if they ambushed Ymir when she eventually went outside, because for all that Historia would be happy to make daily visits to the butcher's for the rest of her life if it meant keeping Ymir by her side, she knew that couldn't happen.

She couldn't even manage to keep her inside for two weeks.

Ten days. She only managed to remain inside for ten days, Ymir gradually growing more stir-crazy and Historia more anxious, before they broke. And it was all Historia's fault.

With the threat of the slayers breathing down their necks, the nightmares had increased. She had woken up screaming for seven of the past nine nights. When, on that tenth night, she woke up thrashing in Ymir's arms, concerned eyes staring down at her and the alarm clock on the nightstand reading three A.M., she finally gave in.

It was a short distance from her apartment to the river, and one of the few things that could reliably calm her nerves after an episode like that was going for a walk by the water. That evening, when Ymir caressed her hair and gently suggested that they go for a walk, Historia didn't have it in her to turn her down.

It was risky. There was a chance that one or both of the slayers would have found a reason to be by the river. However, Ymir swore up and down that Mikasa was almost always at the graveyard at three A.M. on weekdays and, Annie, who had been following her around like a cat with a mouse, would likely be there as well.

Historia still made Ymir check the cameras to make sure that the slayers weren't waiting for them outside the apartment. When she couldn't catch so much of as a glimpse of them, they set out.

Walking down the shoreline and breathing in the cool autumn night air, Historia couldn't say she regretted it.

Beside her, Ymir shoved her hands into pockets and glanced up at the sky. "So," she began, extending the word in a drawl. "Want to talk about it?"

Historia shrugged. "There isn't really much to talk about," she admitted. "I don't remember much of it. Just..." She swallowed down the lump in her throat and turned her head to look at the water. "Just that it was about Freida."

Nightmares about Freida weren't exactly uncommon. Most of them featured her in one way or another.

Silence hung over the pair for a long moment. It was broken by Ymir saying, "Well, if it helps at all, I think she'd be proud of you."

Historia glanced over at the vampire and raised an eyebrow. "You sound pretty confident for someone who never met her," she said.

There were many additional statements beyond that comment, things that she couldn't bear to delve into. Maybe someday she would. For now, however, she was content to act like they weren't even there.

Now it was Ymir's turn to shrug. "She sounds like she was the soft, sappy type," she said.

"As opposed to you," Historia countered.

" Exactly, " Ymir said. "You understand me so well, Historia! I really am going to need you to marry me one of these days." She shot her a wide, glowing grin and reached over to ruffle her hair. Historia ducked, but wasn't quick enough to avoid getting several locks of hair brushed out of place.

"Ymir," Historia groaned. Her girlfriend responded by lapsing into laughter, and a smile began to form on Historia's face in turn.

"What?" Ymir teased. "I can't help it if you're-"

Ymir froze, her grin faltering before fading away in place of pursed lips and narrowed eyes. She reached out and grabbed Historia's wrist not a second later.

"Ymir?" Historia whispered, her heart already beginning to quiver in her chest. She forced herself not to pay attention to it. If something was happening, then the last thing she needed to do was give in to panic and fear.

It was a good thing that she was already practiced at pushing those feelings down.

"There's someone up ahead," Ymir hissed.

"One of the slayers?" Historia asked.

She knew she was wrong even before Ymir responded. The gleam in her eyes, the tenseness in her muscles - neither of those things would be quite the same if it was the slayers. This was something that she thought might pose a threat to Historia. Then she slowly shook her head, and the confirmation came soon after.

"A vampire."

Historia nodded slowly. "Is it a stranger, or..."

Ymir took in a deep breath through her nose. She closed her eyes for a moment as she focused on the scent. When she opened them, there was a new fire blazing there. "You know him," she said. "I've caught his scent on your clothes before, when you come back from art class."

Art class? Historia didn't even have to stop and mentally run through the list of her classmates. Her mind immediately zeroed in on the immediate suspect, the vampire Ymir suspected of possessing the legendary gem of amara.

"Reiner," Historia breathed. 

Ymir stepped back and tugged on Historia's arm, gentle but insistent. "We should get out of here," she said.

Faintly, Historia realized that Ymir probably had the right idea. However, she could not deny the idea that was beginning to formulate within the depths of her mind... or the dull ache of anger behind the theory that fueled it.

"Wait," Historia said, voice pitching low. "I want to talk to him."

Ymir shot her a startled look. "Are you nuts?" she hissed. "Historia, I smell blood!"

"No," Historia said. "I have an idea."

Ymir hesitated. As she did so, Historia pulled her wrist out of her grasp, grabbed her hand, and looked into her eyes. "I trust you to protect me," she said. "Now trust me on this."

A long moment passed as Ymir stared at her. Finally, the vampire let out a long breath and nodded. "Alright," she said. "What's this plan of yours?"

Historia smiled. "Stay out of sight and follow my lead," she said. "I think it will become clear pretty quickly."

Ymir was once again reduced to staring at her in silence. For a moment, Historia worried that she might go back on her word. However, after a few heartbeats had passed, she nodded and gestured for her to go ahead.

Historia offered a smile that was meant to reassure her girlfriend rather than express any of her own emotions. Then she resumed walking down the shoreline while Ymir wandered off to the side, disappearing into the darkness.

It wasn't long before a figure came into view. Historia slowed her breathing and stepped more carefully, as if her attempts to be quiet would be any real help against a vampire worth their salt.

Except Reiner didn't react as Historia drew closer. Eventually, she drew close enough to make out the shape of a body in the sand beside him, but Reiner didn't move a muscle. He was just standing there, staring out at the ocean. Historia furrowed her eyebrows. There was a chance that he was just faking her out, but she suspected that wasn't the case. She supposed that it might be in part due to the fact that the wind was blowing away from him and toward her. However, she also couldn't help but note that he seemed rather distracted.

Fine. She could use that to her advantage.

Historia drew even closer, drawing forward and closer to the river with each step. The patchy grass beneath her sandals eventually gave way to sand, automatically making her steps fractionally louder. It didn't matter. Reiner still didn't notice, a fact which became a little less surprising when she got close enough to realize that he was talking to himself. She couldn't quite make out the words, but she could see his lips move and make out the low, soft cadence of his voice.

More importantly, she could make out the body beside him. 

It was a dark-haired, pale-skinned woman who looked like she was in her early to mid-thirties. Historia didn't recognize her. She stared blankly for a few seconds, feeling next to nothing. There was a faint sense of sorrow that someone had died at all, but no true distress or grief over a random stranger. Historia knew all too well that people died all the time. If she cried over everyone who met an undeserving fate, she would never be able to stop.

Frieda would have cried. But Historia was no Frieda, no matter how hard she tried. 

So she stood there and stared for a few seconds. Then, steady and inevitable as the tide, her existing, tepid anger began to rise and grow into ice-cold fury. It probably wasn't fury for the right reason, but if the alternative was no strong feelings at all, she would take it. Especially considering what was at stake. 

Another person was dead. That would be another death that the slayers blamed Ymir for. Another reason for them to want her girlfriend dead.

Historia didn't have anything against Reiner. It was horrible that he was killing people, but frankly, as long as he didn't hurt anyone she cared about, she wasn't sure that she'd do anything about it. Reiner was pleasant company, and while she wouldn't help him, she wasn't going to risk the few things she had come to love to bring him to justice. But if it was between him and Ymir...

There weren't many things left that Historia loved in the world, and it had taken her a while to find them. But now that she had them, she wasn't going to let them go for anything.

So Historia plastered a concerned, fearful expression on her face and stepped up to the vampire. "Reiner!" she called. "What are you doing?"

Reiner jolted , and when he turned around, there was genuine surprise in his expression. "Krista," he said. "You're..." His gaze wandered over to the dead body beside him. "I didn't expect you to be here," he finished.

Here. Where he was dumping the body, he meant. Now that she looked, she could see weights attached to the body's hands and ankles.

The river was deep in places. If he handled this right, there was a good chance that the body would never be found again. Which explained where all the other bodies went. And oh, how much easier it became to let someone else take the blame for your crimes when there was no body to tie it back to you.

Not that Krista was supposed to catch on to all of that so quickly. Instead, she looked up at Reiner with large, watering eyes, and asked, "What is 'here'? Reiner, that's a body. We need to do something! We need to call the police or... or..."

She trailed off. Reiner was looking off to the side and running his hand through his hair, his jaw gritted and tension in his shoulders. It was probably safe for her to "realize" now.

"Did you do this?" Historia whispered, coaching her expression into one of dawning horror.

"Shit," Reiner said. "I'm sorry Krista. I didn't want you to get pulled into this."

A warm flame of vindictive triumph flickered in Historia's stomach as she took a step back and held a shaking hand up to her mouth. "Reiner, are you the one behind the disappearances?" she asked.

"Yeah," Reiner said, his expression hardening. "And I'm sorry, but I can't-"

He was cut off by someone fast enough to very nearly be a drill running up and punching him in the chest, sending him flying down the shoreline. "Thanks for the confession," Ymir snarled.

Reiner managed to land on his feet and was back upright in seconds. He looked at Historia, hard eyes meeting her flinty ones, before looking over at Ymir. "Ymir, I'm guessing."

"I'm surprised you didn't catch on," Ymir said, placing her hands on her hips. "I thought the slayers would have told you about us."

Reiner smiled unhappily. "The consensus is that Krista's being manipulated," he said.

"I'm not," Historia said, voice stony.

"Yeah," Reiner replied. "I'm getting that sense."

As Reiner began drawing closer, Ymir took a nigh-unnoticeable half-step back toward Historia and tapped her wrist. A sign to back off. Historia frowned, but reluctantly began stepping back, only stopping when she was several yards away from the other two. 

"What I'm wondering," Reiner continued as he took a slow step forward, voice level and suspicious, "is how you knew about me."

"You don't recognize me?" Ymir asked. Her eyes were gleaming the way they did when she was about to do something dangerous, and her feet shifted into a more solid fighting stance. "I'm surprised, seeing as I killed your friend and all. Marvel, or something?"

Reiner froze. A shadow fell over his face for half a second, then melted away as his eyes flashed yellow and his face morphed into the snarled visage as a vampire. "You're lying," he spat.

"You seem awfully upset, if I'm just supposed to be a liar," Ymir remarked.

"Marcel was killed by the slayer."

"Sorry to disappoint." Ymir shrugged. "But hey, he's gone and you're here, so I'd say it worked out pre-"

Reiner charged at her. Ymir lunged to the side but was unable to avoid his blow completely. She let out a hiss and staggered, knocked off-balance as his fist grazed her shoulder. Reiner swung around to aim a blow to her head, but Ymir quickly ducked, raising her arms and aiming a kick at his stomach.

But Reiner pulled his punch and grabbed Ymir's leg before she could make contact. Historia’s stomach wrenched at the sharp crack as Reiner pulled Ymir's leg in two directions. At the same time, Ymir twisted around to grab Reiner's shoulders and flipped herself up and out of his grasp. As she twisted, Historia noticed her grab a stake out of her back pocket.

Historia barely even had a moment to wonder at the fact that her vampire girlfriend was carrying around a stake before Ymir plunged the offending object into Reiner's back, right over his heart.

Reiner gasped and jerked forward.

Ymir pulled the stake out and took a step back.

He should have turned to dust. Instead, Historia watched as the hole in his back instantly closed, leaving only a hole in the back of his shirt.

Reiner took a few steps away from Ymir before turning around. There, the pair stared at each other for a long moment, Reiner's hand hovering over his heart and Ymir leaning heavily on one leg. Finally, Ymir's gaze flickered down to Reiner's hand. "Nice ring," she said. "Wonder how you'd fare against me without it."

"I don't plan on finding out," Reiner said, smiling grimly.

Reiner charged at Ymir, but she lunged forward and grappled him, pivoting on her uninjured leg and using his own momentum to fling him into the river. He hit the waves with a splash and sank like a rock, although Historia knew that it wouldn't keep him down for too long.

Ymir knew it too. She raced over to Historia, or at least, moved as fast as she could in her condition, and moved to pick her up.

Historia wriggled out of her girlfriend's grip and hissed, "Ymir, your leg!"

"Will heal no matter how badly I fuck it up," Ymir said. Historia might have even bought it if her gritted teeth didn't give away how much pain she was actually in. "But you-"

"-Can move faster than you right now," Historia interrupted. "Let's be smart about this." With that, she manhandled Ymir’s arm over her shoulders and all but dragged her girlfriend back up to the path. Once they were on even cement, she picked up the pace and began walking as fast as possible while aiding Ymir. 

For her part, Ymir was forced to slump and clearly reluctant to actually lean on her. However, once Historia started speeding up, she gave in and allowed her to bear some of her weight. Historia might have smiled if it weren't for the dire situation.

"Is he following us?" Historia asked.

"No,” Ymir said. "He isn't gonna. He still has to take care of the body. He's gone this long without a corpse being found, it'd mean a lot of trouble if one shows up now. Besides..." Ymir let out a pained laugh. "I staked him. He knows he’d be dead without that ring. He'd be an idiot not to let us get away."

Historia nodded and tried to swallow down her unease. She wasn't about to slow down and gamble on Reiner's willingness to let them escape, but it was good to know that she probably didn't have to worry about a furious vampire attacking them from behind. Even if there were what felt like a million other things that she did have to contend with. Such as...

"I'm sorry I got you hurt," Historia murmured. Since her car was now in sight, she allowed her gaze to drop for a moment before fixing it dead ahead once more.

Ymir laughed again, this time a little less pained and a lot more triumphant. "Hey, don't worry about it," she said. "What you got us is a lot more useful than an uninjured leg. Speaking of which... do you think you could get me a few phone numbers?"

Historia didn't even need to think about it. Being Krista Lenz, warm, kind, and so very involved with her school, came with a lot of benefits. However, she did pause as she led Ymir over to the passenger side door. Once her girlfriend was secure, she walked around to the driver's seat and climbed in. As she buckled her seatbelt and put the key in the ignition, she said, "Of course."

"Good," Ymir replied. A grim smile spread across her lips. "It's about time Ackerman and her friends found out who they're dealing with."

[bonjour-rainycity]

The Siren

Requested by @lifm06: Jasper x Reader where the reader is a siren and Jasper’s supernatural mate, but she doesn’t want to hurt Alice after seeing them kiss. So she runs away and a rogue vampire turns her and Jasper finds her collapsed on the floor during the process. After waking up, she gets hungry for real food and this confuses the Cullens and they find out she only half-transformed but still gets all the same cool powers and stuff.

A/n Hey there, thanks for the request! For the purposes of this story, I messed with canon. Alice and Jasper aren’t married — he’s new to the Cullen family (like within a year or two) and is currently dating Alice, seeing if they’re a good fit. Also, I’ve vaguely set this one at a university, hope that’s alright!

Pairing: Jasper X Female Reader

Disclaimer: I am not making any money from this nor do I own anything recognizable

Word count: 2418

Warnings: Mild descriptions of violence

“And aside from your book selections, no homework over the weekend.” The professor grins conspiratorially at the rejuvenated atmosphere in the classroom. “You’re welcome. Enjoy Homecoming.”

Gathering my items, I exit the classroom quickly, hoping to make it to my car before anyone can flag me down. It’s been a long, stressful day, and I want nothing more than to go home and relax in a wonderfully hot bath.

“Hey, Y/n!” A high-pitched voice chirps from below my ear and a cold, skinny arm wraps around my elbow.

“Alice,” I beam, unable to be annoyed at one of my favorite friends.

“You’re coming tonight, right?”

I grimace, quickly searching for an excuse.

She squints, frustration etching lines into her usually-smooth face. As I decide on and then discard various reasons for my absence at the Homecoming party tonight, staticky visions fly through her mind, just hazy enough to prevent her from interpreting them.

She doesn’t know I know she’s struggling to see my future. She doesn’t know I know she has visions, or that Edward can’t read my mind, or that she and her family are vampires.

She doesn’t know that I’m not human.

My supernatural attributes are even more subtle than vampire’s. I look and act and feel and die just like a human, but something is off. Something is different. When I argue with someone, they agree with me. When I ask for a lower price, it’s given. When I sing, people have no choice but to follow, even if I were leading them to their death.

My voice holds all my power.

Although Alice and I are both not human, I haven’t convinced myself to tell her that I’m a siren and that I know she’s a vampire. I would, really, if not for one terrible, awful, life-ruining fact.

I’m in love with her boyfriend.

From the minute Jasper walked into the lecture hall, I knew he was it. I felt the call of the heart, the soul, the sea, whatever, because I felt it all. I felt it so strongly, I thought I might collapse under the force of it.

And he walked past my seat like I was nothing to him.

Crushing as that was, after some research, I began to understand it better. I come from a long line of sirens, so I have the benefit of being aware of other supernatural beings. To the Cullens though, I must appear to be nothing more than a Shield -- capable of blocking their powers, but a human still. There’s no way for Jasper to know my feelings, because we operate on different wavelengths. And because vampires live forever, they can take their time forming connections — it’s not immediate like it is for sirens.

So I resolved to be patient. Over the course of months, Jasper and I developed a close friendship, teetering on the edge of something more. It was thrilling, wonderful, and painful all at once.

And then, four months ago, my best friend Alice confided in me that she and Jasper had gotten together.

It had nearly broken me. And while I love Alice like a sister and would never interfere with her happiness, I also don’t want to put myself in a position where I might see her and Jasper together.

Hence my hesitance to attend the party tonight.

“I really do have a lot of homework—”

“Y/n please, half the school will be there,” she whines, tugging on my arm impatiently.

That’s true…half the school will be there…I can have a fun night and never have to see her and Jasper together. So without much more of a fight, I agree.

{***}

The party is loud and wild and messy and fun. I dance with friends and strangers alike, celebrating the success of our football team and the new school year. The gathering is much too big to be held indoors, so we dance in the moonlight, in a large clearing not too far into the forest. I’m never alone — someone always seeks me out. It’s an unintended side-effect of being a siren, one that, even after many years, I still don’t feel accustomed to.

One of my acquaintances, Cleo, pulls me to the side for another drink, and towards the entrance of the clearing, I see them.

Jasper, the one I am meant to be with, holds my best friend Alice tightly against him, kissing her fiercely.

Pain pierces deep in my stomach and I drop my cup, fighting back tears.

“I—I have to go.”

Cleo calls after me, but I’m already gone, running through the sea of people in the opposite direction, into the woods.

{***}

The moon is much higher in the sky when I finally stop running. Panting, I sink to the ground, not sure if I’m gasping from exertion or my sobs. When I go to wipe my eyes, I notice the blood on my arms. I must’ve run through brambles or thorn bushes, but I have no real memory of it.

The only thing I can remember is seeing my love with someone else.

“Why are you crying?”

I whip my head up, expecting to have been alone.

A few yards in front of me stands a man possessing the type of beauty only afforded to the supernatural.

And his eyes shine bright red.

Oh no.

“N-nothing,” I stutter, fear momentarily pushing the emotional pain to the side. “I was just taking a break from a party, but I should be getting back now.”

“Yes,” he murmurs, taking slow steps forward. “The revelry can be heard for miles — I will admit that I have been waiting for one to isolate themselves. The woods are dark and dangerous and when you mix in alcohol well…disappearances can be better-explained.”

I swallow at his menacing words, pushing myself up to my feet.

Before I can make any further movement, the man comes behind me, holding me in a vice-like grip. “Fear not, young one,” he purrs, stroking his nose along my neck. “I shall be quick.”

Resolve settles within me, and I remember who I am. I am a siren, and my voice is my power!

“You will not kill me,” I declare in the sweetest, most enchanting voice possible.

I feel him physically weaken at my words, but I waited too long to speak.

His teeth are already sinking into my skin.

White-hot pain, more horrible than anything I’ve ever experienced, rips through my body and, with a shriek of agony, I fall to the ground.

The vampire looks upon me with a mixture of regret and pity. “I will not kill you,” he murmurs, still caught under the force of my words.

And with that, he flees, disappearing into the night.

I don’t know how long I writhe on the ground, begging, screaming for someone to help me, to make the pain stop.

But it only spreads.

After what seems like an eternity, the pain covers my entire body, and my vision goes black.

{***}

“Y/n?”

Though the pain, an angelic voice floats to my ears.

I try to respond, to reach towards it, but all I can manage is a scream.

“Oh my God,” the angel breathes, horror apparent in his voice.

Is he in pain too?! Has the fire reached my beloved?!

I begin to panic, trying to claw through the pain to get to him.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright,” the voice soothes, pulling me into an embrace that feels like home.

He’s silent for a moment, cradling my head in his hand, and then he speaks again.

“This is the first time I’ve been able to feel what you feel…” His voice sounds breathy, dazed, and I try to open my eyes, without success.

As much as I want to stay here with him, to be cognizant of his touch, his voice, the pain is too strong, and I sink into its clutches once more.

{***}

When the pain finally recedes from my body, I open new eyes.

The world around me has changed too, it seems. Everything is sharper, clearer, louder, more intense.

And when I look down and see Jasper holding my hand, I realize that my feelings for him have intensified, too. Somehow, I love him even more than I previously thought possible.

He nods, gripping my hand tighter. “I feel it too.”

“Y/n.” A soft voice to my right requests my attention, and I reluctantly turn my gaze from my beloved’s topaz eyes to greet those of Dr. Carlisle Cullen. He offers me a hesitant smile, clearly trying to make himself seem non-threatening. “I’m glad to see you awake and out of pain. How are you feeling?”

I shrug, at a loss for how to describe it all. I still feel like me, yes, but I feel….more. I feel the input of heightened senses and the resilient nature of my new body. “Different,” I decide, knowing that word will have to do it for now. “Where am I?”

“At our home,” a voice answers from behind me, and I jump off the bed, having previously been unaware of this third guest.

Edward Cullen stands there, hands raised in the universal show of surrender. “I’m sorry, I should’ve made my presence known. You can relax now, no harm will come to you here.”

It’s then that I notice that, in the mere span of half a second, I have thrown myself from the bed and into a defensive position, baring my teeth.

It’s Edward, I remind myself. You know him, he’s nice. Calm down.

I force myself to relax. 

An intrigued look crosses his face. “I’d never been able to read your mind before today. I guess that’s an effect of the transformation.”

Transformation…meaning…

“I’m a vampire,” I realize, hands flying to my too-smooth skin.

“Yes,” Jasper breathes, placing a light hand on my arm. “I found you in the woods a few days ago, I’m sorry…I couldn’t stop it.”

He turns to face me then, regret plain in his features. I shake my head, wanting badly to stop his sadness. “No, it’s okay, I…well the pain wasn’t ideal, but that’s done now. I do wonder how this will fit with my other abilities, though…”

Carlisle furrows a curious eyebrow. “Your other abilities?”

“You’re a siren,” Edward gasps, pulling the thought from my head. “Or at least, you were…we’ll have to get Alice, see if she can see anything of your future. That might help us figure some things out.”

Alice. I glance to Jasper at my side, then quickly look away. I shouldn’t be this close to him. “Where is Alice?” Surely she would want to be here, as my best friend?

Edward shakes his head slowly, looking conflicted. “She wanted to be here, but she needed some time to herself. She—” he clears his throat, looking to Jasper for help.

Jasper squeezes my hand in his, prompting me to look at him. “When you changed, so did my future. It shifted and, well, didn’t include her in the way it might’ve before.”

Oh.

Oh!

Oh wow, I feel awful.

“Don’t,” Edward and Jasper protest at the same time.

“She’ll be alright,” Carlisle confirms, offering me an encouraging smile. “She has a world of other possibilities open to her, and she knows it. She’ll be back in a few weeks at most. And until then, we need to teach you how to be a vampire.”

I smile weakly, a twinge of discomfort in my stomach making itself known. “Can it wait until after dinner? I feel like I haven’t eaten in days.”

“Of course,” Carlisle nods, indicating to the nearby window. “If you follow us to the forest, we will teach you how to hunt.”

“Um—” I hesitate. “Won’t that take a while? I can smell the meat in the fridge now, could we just make that and go hunting tomorrow?”

I’m met with three sets of hopelessly confused eyes.

“You…want human food?” Jasper tilts his head, uncomprehending.

I stare at him, equally questioning. “Yes? Oh—” Realization hits me. “I should want blood, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes,” Carlisle nods, studying me closely. “You say you are a siren? Perhaps that stopped the full transformation from taking effect somehow.”

Worry pools within me. Am I not a proper vampire?

Edward shakes his head, knowing my thoughts. “No, you seem to be like us on the surface — you just don’t have the desire for blood. We should explore more in-depth though. For example, what of your lifespan? Will it be indefinite, or limited to the constraints of a human or a siren? Are you as strong as us, or are you holding on to human traits that make you weaker?”

Jasper senses my rising anxiety and places a hand on my shoulder. “There is certainly a lot to discuss, but we should do it after you eat.”

We go downstairs and Esme, one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, welcomes me with open arms and does her best to prepare the food she has on hand. I help a little, having been mortal the most recently.

After dinner, I meet the rest of the family, and they all join us outside for tests of my new abilities.

{***}

Nearly two days later, we’ve determined that I am a vampire.

Just not all the way.

It seems the siren in me stopped the full transformation from taking place, and I occupy a sort of half-state.

I am fast and strong, though not as much as my full-vampire counterparts. My senses are better than a human’s and almost as good as a vampire’s. My skin is just as hard and cold as a vampire’s. My eyes are currently red, though Carlisle thinks they will turn back to my usual color once my human blood fades from my system, providing I abstain from blood of any sort.

Perhaps the most interesting, is that my voice, already strong before my transformation, has only grown in power. I can bring Emmett—one of the strongest vampires we know of—to the ground with just a few words. It’s all very interesting.

The only matter we have yet to resolve is my life-span.

None of us know how long I will live.

My emotions tell Jasper where my thoughts lie. “We’ll figure it out,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I sigh, leaning back against his chest and enjoying his embrace. Because whatever time I have with him, I intend to soak it up for all it’s worth.

A/n Thanks for reading! If you have a moment, check out my masterlist :)

[thewhumperinwhite]

And Then You Kill Me (part 4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

if you got the vibe from any of this that i’m touch starved and think vampires are hot. shhhhhhhh

Karim continues to owe his existence to @sweetheartblue

TW for: explicit consensual sex; kissing; biting; Consensual Vampirism/sort of bloodplay I guess; masochism; suicidal thoughts/behavior; Art Thinks He’s Dying (And Is Happy About It); Also Art Gets Dizzy And Then Passes Out From Blood Loss During Sex (consensual but under negotiated); crying during sex; referenced past child abuse.

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Art yells.

The pain is immediate and sharp—two needle-pricks in the side of his throat. Then the vampire closes his lips around the wound he’s just made, and sucks, and Art can feel the blood rushing out of him.

It’s—ecstatic.

He yanks hard on the vampire’s hair, rolling his hips against the vampire’s. He can feel that the vampire is half-hard inside his overly-expensive trousers, and that’s good, too, in a way it isn’t always—the vampire wants him. The vampire wants him.

People want Art for many reasons, and Art hates almost all of them.

He wishes more of them wanted him for his blood. Right now it feels like the one thing he actually wants to give away.

The vampire pulls off, after a few big swallows from Art’s throat, and runs his tongue over the wound there, and Art moans, and uses his hand in the vampire’s hair to yank his head back up and push him into a wet, messy kiss.

Art can taste his own blood in the vampire’s mouth. He’s already a little light-headed.

God, he feels like he could come from that all by itself.

The vampire laughs at him, more than before, bright and delighted, like he’s as surprised (relieved) at Art’s pleasure as Art is himself.

“Do,” Art pants, too turned on to let embarrassment stop him, “Do that again.”

The vampire pulls back enough to smile at him. His fangs are very obvious. Art wants to devour him whole.

“Alright, alright, you beauty,” the vampire says, his smile warming his soft-velvet voice, which drips down Art’s spine like honey. “No need to rush it.”

“Oh, shut up and bite me,” Art very nearly begs.

The vampire laughs again, and tugs the collar of Art’s hoodie down, to bite him again, between his neck and shoulder. Art gasps (wetly; his mouth is full of vampire saliva and his own blood) at the feeling of the vampire’s tongue over the wound, at the sweet pull of the vampire’s mouth against it, of the hot rush of his life running out through his skin and becoming someone else’s problem.

“Fuck,” Art says passionately.

The vampire hums around the bite marks in Art’s shoulder (Art feels the vibration down to his toes) and puts his hand on Art’s waist and then—up his back, under his hoodie.

The staff at his Father’s house were ordered not to talk to him; no one has touched him in—

He doesn’t even know when the last time was.

(Yes he does. It was his father. But his father doesn’t touch him with his bare skin—he touches him with the soles of his dress shoes and, very occasionally, with gloves.)

Art rolls his hips again, to make himself think of something else.

The vampire’s hand moves up and down his back; his other hand is cupping the side of Art’s face. His mouth is on Art’s shoulder. Art’s blood is pouring down his throat.

Art isn’t sure he’s ever been this hard before.

He rolls his hips again, and suddenly it isn’t enough, none of it is; he pushes hard against the vampire’s chest—his mouth comes away from Art’s shoulder with a wet squelch, and tears the wound there a little further open, and it’s wonderful—and the vampire makes a little noise of protest, more worried than disappointed, but lets Art push him away by the shoulders. (It must be an awkward position, his top half angled back while Art doesn’t move his legs from around the vampire’s waist, holding their hips together, where he can still feel the vampire’s cock against his, only a few layers of fabric between them; the vampire is more than half hard now.) The vampire blinks his big pretty inhuman eyes at him, and then sees Art scrabbling at the hem of his sweatshirt and laughs and helps him shuck it off over his head.

The vampire lifts Art a little higher, like he doesn’t weigh anything at all, and lowers his head, to run his tongue over Art’s left nipple. It’s fine—it’s good, except it doesn’t hurt, and Art whines, and squirms against the vampire’s dick, trying to get him to—

The vampire kisses his way two inches up Art’s chest, and then sinks his teeth in there, halfway between his nipple and his collarbone, and Art moans properly, too turned on—and blessedly, wonderfully light-headed—to be embarrassed.

The vampire’s teeth burn on their way out of his skin and then they’re replaced by his tongue, soft and wet and warmer than it was—because Art is warming him up, because the life that was in him is going to be somewhere else, now; is going to be in this pretty vampire with his sweet mouth and his gentle eyes.

The vampire is still wearing his suit. Art pets the material with clumsy hands; it’s soft, almost slippery, and he hates it; he tugs on the collar, as hard as he can (which isn’t very hard).

The vampire makes a questioning noise, swallows, lifts his head—

His mouth is very red, now, with Art’s blood; it’s so unbearably sexy that Art has to kiss him again before he can do anything else; when he can stand to break the kiss (his own mouth must be red, now, too; he almost wishes he could see) he hisses, “Take—it off,” and his voice comes out more slurred than he expects.

Because you’re dying, his brain helpfully supplies. It’s such a relief he almost wants to cry.

The vampire laughs, grinning at him. It’s an almost painfully sweet grin—it wrinkles the bridge of his nose and the corners of his shiny eyes. Even the fangs and the blood running down his chin can’t make it anything else.

Art kisses the vampire again, softer this time, and can feel the vampire smiling against his mouth. Art fumbles with the buttons of the vampire’s dress shirt while he shucks easily out of his shirt and vest—and then puts his hands gently over Art’s, to help him with the last few buttons.

His hands are noticeably warmer than they were.

Art leans back, then, knocking his head lightly against the door, to get a good look at the vampire. His skin is the same warm gold-touched brown across his broad shoulders, and his arms are bunched with the kind of muscles you get from going to the gym more than once a week. And he’s smiling up at Art, like Art’s giving him everything he could have asked for, instead of the other way around.

Art sighs, and flops forward, until he can bury his face in the vampire’s neck. The vampire lets out a quiet breath, and then—thank god—wraps his arms around Art’s ribs and holds him, almost tight enough.

“I want,” Art says, against the vampire’s throat. The vampire is warmer than he was, and Art is colder, and he’s never felt anything like the vampire’s muscled arms around him, like his arms around the vampire’s tight waist, and no one’s ever touched him like this, like they care at all how it makes him feel, and—

And it’s Art’s last night, and he wants to feel it as much as he can.

“I want you to fuck me,” Art says, barely above a whisper.

The vampire goes still for a moment, and then resumes running his (cool, but warming now) hands up and down Art’s bare back, which is almost making Art’s eyes cross.

“You sure?” the vampire says softly, after a moment.

It’s a silly question; Art is dimly aware that if he were clear-headed he’d probably laugh at it. But he’s at least three pints of blood lighter, so he doesn’t; just nods against the vampire’s throat.

And maybe even more blood than that, because then he says, “Please,” in a small voice, and kisses the vampire’s neck, almost in supplication.

The vampire pulls back—Art’s heart drops into his stomach—and then lift’s Art’s chin with his hand and kisses him. Art melts against his mouth, gasping.

“You’ve got it, my beauty,” the vampire says, his voice honey-warm again. He’s practically glowing with happiness. It makes Art’s eyes prickle with tears, and he doesn’t know why.

The vampire lays Art down, with the utmost gentleness, on the soft white carpet of the living room floor, and kisses him again, slower and deeper. When he reaches for the waistband of Art’s jeans, Art breaks the kiss, tugs the vampire’s head down to his throat again, the side that hasn’t been touched yet.

The vampire gives a little huff of laughter, and bites Art again.

It hurts, in an almost unbearably good way. This time Art whimpers, his arms around the vampire’s neck; he wants so badly to be touched.

“Please,” he says, and the vampire sucks on the wound—Art practically wails—and then slides Art’s jeans and underwear down around his thighs in one practiced movement.

Art lifts his hips—grinds against the vampire’s trousers, desperate for any sort of friction now—and kicks his feet until his jeans disappear in some unknowable direction, and scrabbles for the catch of the vampire’s trousers. The vampire—god bless him—doesn’t stop sucking from Art’s neck while he takes his trousers off. He reaches for Art’s cock, while Art’s life is still pulsing into his mouth, and Art almost screams.

“Oh, god,” Art moans, “oh, please, I need—Please!”

The vampire has to sit up, to rummage around in a bag propped up against the wall for a bottle of lube, and the second his mouth isn’t on Art’s throat anymore Art starts to cry.

The vampire stops when he looks back at him, propping himself up over Art on one hand. He sets the bottle aside, and cups Art’s face, far too gently; Art lets out a horrible wet sob, even though he’s trying to hold it in.

“What—What’s the matter, you beauty,” the vampire says, his bloody mouth smiling but his eyes wide and far too sympathetic. “What’s all this about?” he says, and wipes Art’s tears with his broad warm thumb.

Art wants to say shut up and I don’t need your pity, but what comes out when he opens his mouth is, “Please don’t leave.”

The vampire’s bloody mouth drops open with mild horror at the thought, and that only makes Art’s tears fall even faster. “Beauty,” he says, “my beauty, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Please,” Art whispers, and tangles his hair in the vampire’s hair again. “Please—at least—please don’t leave until I—until—”

The vampire lowers his hips, and the feeling of him, hot and warm against Art, takes all the air out of Art’s lungs.

“I won’t,” the vampire says, in the gentlest voice Art has ever heard. “I won’t leave you. That’s a promise.”

Art gasps in a breath—he’s sort of blubbering now—and pulls the vampire’s head back down to his throat, and doesn’t let go until he bites again.

Art is warm and loose and floating when the vampire first slides inside him, pausing there, to let him adjust. The vampire is more than warm, now; he’s hot, from all of Art’s blood inside him, and his weight on Art’s hips and chest and his hand in Art’s hair and his teeth in Art’s throat are a better last sensation than Art could possibly have asked for.

For the first time since Art can remember, he feels warm and safe and wanted when everything goes dark.