#ferid Bathory imagine

[married-to-google-translater]

LMFAOO SORRY 😔 I may be blind but I made sure to look through your account to make sure that you accepted nsfw. I looked again now and I saw that you don't write nsfw. I apologize. Then, may I please request some simple (fluff kinda) headcannons with Ferid Bathory and Mikaela Hyakuya about their habits, their preferences, conversations, etc with their s/o? Only if you feel comfortable, I hope I didn't misread another rule 😅 Thank you in advance anyway!

Hey no problem~ this request is okay and I will write it 😘❤️

This is now for Ferid... Mikaela comes later:3

Ferid Bathory

Ferid would love you if you were somehow entertaining or reacted "funny" to the things he would do.

This man is a sadist :D

Probably would rather fall in love with a person.

Ferid enjoys the power dynamic.

Plus now he would always have blood nearby.

You wouldn't have much choice.

Ferid would love to test how you react to different situations.

Some "tests" would be sadistic and others would not.

Ferid would also love to talk to you.

The topics would range from what you want to eat to how many bones you can break in a person so that they stay alive and don't die.

Living with him would definitely not be boring.

However, Ferid would also pamper you sometimes.

You would get all the best clothes and Ferid might also financially support your hobbies.

It would depend on what they are.

Affection would depend on what mood Ferid is in.

If he was in a good mood it could even be tender.

Ferid loves to play with your hair.

(If you don't have hair, wigs are the thing.)

Also biting would obviously be something he does.

You would have a lot of bite marks.

[ennvisin]

Blood in the Cut ║ Ferid Bathory x Reader Cross posted on Archives of Our Own

Rating: Mature; SFW no smut Warnings: Blood and injury, blood drinking, undertones of dubious consent, aphrodisiac use in the form of vampire venom

Summary: Poor clumsy little human pet… A slip of the hand while cutting vegetables leaves you with a bad gash on your palm. Thankfully your loving Vampiric owner Ferid Bathory knows just what to do in order to take care of your poor injured hand. Don't worry little lamb… everything will be okay. (AKA Ferid "cleans" your wound with his tongue and you get high and aroused from his venom.)

“Now now my dearest little lamb, what have you gone and done to yourself this time?” An unmistakably sweet voice singsongs from behind you. The sudden heavy presence causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.

  Ferid Bathory.

 “Poor thing… did you hurt yourself? Don’t be shy let me see.” The vampire croons gently against the shell of your ear, now suddenly much too close for comfort. Before even getting the chance to turn and face him, the progenitor crossed into the kitchen and now looms over you like a ghost. You can feel the cool brush of his breath as he talks down to you. Subconscious alarm bells sound off in the back of your mind as primal instincts awaken and tell you to run.

 You whirl around in fear to face the vampire with kitchen knife in hand ready to strike. This seems to amuse Ferid as he chuckles down at your startled expression, your pupils blown wide as adrenaline courses through your veins. He traps you between his tall slender body and the countertop, lithe arms caging you in on either side. Slow and careful as though approaching a feral animal the vampiric noble reaches out to slide the knife from your hand. Calculating irises examine the blade, the cool steel stained with a tiny fleck of your own blood. In that moment you swear you can see his catlike pupils constrict with interest.

 “It seems I was correct in my assumption.” Lord Ferid chuckles darkly in the back of his throat. Slowly he sets the knife down on the countertop beside you. “Humans are so fragile. Such a shame when they are so clumsy. Posing a threat to even themselves.” He hums with that sickening saccharine smile. You clench your jaw and tense when he reaches to trail his fingers down the arm that you keep firmly clutched behind your back.

 “Hiding your injury is a fruitless effort. I could smell it from across the manor.” Ferid reaches an elegant hand to stroke his knuckles against your cheek. He pauses to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, before guiding your gaze up to meet his own with two fingers poised beneath your chin. He touches you as though you are made of porcelain causing a sweet rosy flush to rise to your cheeks. When he strokes his thumb across your lower lip butterflies burst in the pit of your stomach. Your pulse races.

 “I was cutting vegetables for a soup, but my hand slipped…” You try and explain in a small voice. It is so hard to keep eye contact with the progenitor so your gaze flicks down to observe the ruffled lace of his cravat. The gash on your hand throbs as you feel blood steadily trickling out from the wound. It was almost certainly dripping down onto the cutting board of diced carrots and celery ruining your hard work. You didn’t know how Ferid kept his self-control. If he could smell your blood from across the house, the kitchen must be inundated with your scent. Any other vampire would have been driven into a frenzy. Yet here the progenitor stands gently caressing your face in an attempt to coax you out of your anxiety around him.

 “Just relax darling.” Ferid soothes sweetly. “I just need to take a look at the injury. I wouldn’t want my favorite pet bleeding out on me now would I?” The nobleman asks rhetorically. His hand leaves your face and reaches to grip the wrist hidden behind your back. Ferid’s touch borders on forceful hinting at his true vampiric strength hidden behind his carefully crafted mask. Despite your better judgement you try and pull your arm away.  “It’s only a small cut Lord Ferid.” You mutter in an unsure voice. The vampire chuckles as his smirk widens showing off the pointed edges of his fangs. He saw through you as clearly as a windowpane. “I will run it under some water and patch it up. Promise.”

“Ah, ah. There is no getting out of this.” Ferid coos as he pulls at your wrist with his iron strength. It hurt to resist. “You may either submit willingly… or I can bend you to my will. The choice is yours little lamb.”

But of course… the truth was you really had no say in the matter. You could either show him the bleeding gash on your hand, or have your wrist broken as he wrenched it out from behind you. Within the walls of the Bathory mansion there was no such thing as choice or free will. Only the promise and illusion of it to make you feel as though Ferid didn’t completely own you.

 You close your eyes and allow the vampire to pull your arm from behind your back. He hums in quiet approval of your choice as his fingertips tuck between your own and pull your bloody fist apart. You let out a soft whimper as your injured palm is exposed to the air and the progenitor’s awaiting eyes. Fear begins to creep back into your mind and you start to shake in his grasp. Was he going to drain you right then and there? Is this where you were going to die?

 “Shh…” Comes Ferid’s voice as he inspects the cut. Gently he prods at the tender flesh cooing softly at you each time you flinch and whimper. His serpent smile indicates how much he is enjoying himself at your expense.  

 “You poor little thing.” He condescendingly hums before running his fingertip up the expanse of the gash, smearing the pooled blood in his wake. You flinch and cry out softly, trying to pull away from the sting of his touch. “It’s quite deep… you must be in terrible pain.” The vampire’s ruby eyes glint sadistically in the light clearly entertained by your suffering. Suddenly Ferid grips you firmly by the wrist before taking a step forward. He forces you back against the granite countertop and presses his body against yours. His hips pin you in place as his head lowers to the opening on your palm. Your heart jumps into your throat as his lips part revealing rapidly elongating fangs.  “Don’t! Please!” You gasp out in a panic, and much to your surprise… Ferid pauses. His slit pupils flick up to meet your gaze before he chuckles gentle as ever. In a careful fluid motion he brings his lips to caress your pulse point on your wrist. Your mind spins in confusion at the sudden tenderness of the kiss.

 “Easy now little lamb.” He whispers and meets your gaze with eyes half lidded. Silvery white lashes flutter as he presses his lips along your pulse once more. The faintest stain of your blood paints his lips from where he’d laid his kisses. “Relax for me now, I am not going to hurt you. It’s all going to be okay.” Ferid whispers in a melodic tone much like a siren luring it’s prey. He speaks to you low and intimate; sweet reassurances only for you to hear. You can’t help the way you react to his gentle words, tension in your shoulders beginning to melt away as your breathing slows. He is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, smiling so tenderly at you as your apprehension fades from your subconscious. For a moment as you stare mindlessly into vibrant eyes the color of the lycoris flowers, you could almost forget that he was a vampire. The backlighting from the lanterns on the walls set him in an ethereal glow making him appear almost angelic. Almost.

The illusion is soon broken when Ferid dips low to swipe his tongue along the length of the gash on your hand. Your gasp of shock breaks the still silence in the air. The pain of the motion is so intense you can’t help but try and wrench your arm out of his grasp.

Tears prick in your eyes as he drags his tongue up the wound for a second swipe, but to your surprise it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as the first lap.  “Hush my love… don’t fight it. This will help ease the pain.” Ferid purrs against your palm before continuing to lick at the cut. He is gentler this time when he delves back in, moving slow and sure as the tip of his tongue prods at the deepest points of the wound. You bite back a whimper at the strange feeling, something warm starting to boil in the pit of your stomach. Goosebumps prickle up your neck, and your entire hand tingles with a familiar pleasurable warmth. The pain all but a distant memory now, it finally dawns on you the purpose of this exchange.

His venom… in his saliva… that was his play.

 Ferid smiles against your palm as your body goes slack against his. In a matter of minutes his venom takes it’s hold, weakening your muscles and filling your head with clouds. There is no more pain only warmth rapidly spreading to every part of your body. Your breathing is labored and hot as you lay defenseless against the progenitor. Butterflies of pleasure erupt in your stomach each time he draws blood from the open wound. It feels so good. It always does when he feeds from you. You could die happily in this euphoria, no longer caring if he were to drink you dry. Vampires were truly the apex predator. Their venom delivering such a quick and potent high, their victims easily giving in and becoming addicted to their bite.

 It is over all too soon as Ferid finally pulls away. Your blood coats his lips and drips from the side of his mouth but really you don’t much care. You blink up at him with your head completely empty, still riding the high from the dose of his venom.

 “There we go. Such a good pet.” Ferid praises as he reaches behind you to grab a cloth off the countertop. Quickly he wraps your wounded hand before lifting you up into his arms as though you weighed nothing. “Your blood is always so sweet. Not a single drop should ever go to waste.” The vampire muses as he smirks down at your blissful expression. Your eyes feel so heavy as you stare up at him in a daze. He coos at you in mock pity before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

 “Let’s go get your injury properly cleaned and bandaged.” The vampire says in a cheery tone mostly to himself. He begins to carry you out of the kitchen and up to one of the many lavish bedrooms within his manor. “When we are done, I hope we can follow up on that little snack you gave me.” From your vantage point in his arms you can clearly see the glint of his fangs as he tells you his plans. “It seems I find myself hungry for more.”

[nono-uwu]

Gonna post these scribbles rq before the next chapter drops since it might fuck up my meticulously crafted batshit stupid ideas (that I don't even explain)

Og for the meme

[salvy-deldroid]

Imagine your S/O and you watching a silly lil' cliche horror movie. It's fun and all at first, but gets annoying soon. and then you sense your sly s/o crawling up the sheets and face planting right between your boobs, or your thighs. That fucker planned this. Now you're pinned down by the weight of your significant other, forced to watch a painfully cliche horror movie while they are having the time of their lives snuggling into the softness of the appendages.

| Demon slayer

Kyojuro Rengoku, Uzui Tengen, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu, Douma, Enmu

| BNHA

Hawks [Keigo Takami] , Present Mic [Hizashi Yamada], Midnight [Nemuri Kayama], Spinner, Magne, Giran [not so sure about all of these since i haven't watched the anime in quite a good while.]

| Creepypasta

Jeff the Killer, BEN Drowned, Sully, Clockwork, Offenderman, Isaac Grossman, Ticci Toby, Nina the killer, Doctor Smiley, Nurse Ann

|Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy, William Birkin, Chris Redfield, Rebecca Chambers, Jill Valentine, Sheva Alomar

|FNaF

Mike Schmidt, Micheal Afton, Jeremy Fitzgerald [the nightguard], Vanessa and Vanny. Vincent, Fritz Smith, Phone guy.

|Owari no seraph

Ferid Bathory, Crowley Eusford, Lacus Welt, Shinya Hiragi, Kureto Hiragi, Guren Ichinose

I haven't included Canonical minors in this.

[urdgealesisbaby]

Can I request what jealous René, Lacus, Ferid would be like? Like Imagine that someone is talking to their s/o and they got jealous, what would they do?

Hello!Sure thing!

René Simm,Lacus Welt and Ferid Bathory getting jealous that someone is talking to their s/o

Rene Simm

-he is the one to not really even care

-like honestly that someone may have been flirting with his s/o for such a long time that he is getting jealous

-also when he gets bothered by someone approaching his s/o,he asks his s/o first if they get the same suspicious feeling

-he wouldn't be the type to get really angry,but definetely be angry at least a bit

-if that someone still doesn't leave you alone even after Rene talked to them

-then they're in danger I must say

-he makes sure (using forbidden methods) that the one flirting doesn't know how to talk anymore

Lacus Welt

-kinda calm,but also dangerous

-I mean you're his precious darling? How could anyone talk in such a flirty manner with you

-tries to put his hands on your waist or even your shoulder

-just in case that person didn't get the hint from the first sight

- if you're still talking to the flirty person

-then that person is in a terrible situation

-he is the one to torture people in a slow manner,so expect hearing loud noises from the basement

-anyways he is a vampire so he will probablyh drink them dry

Ferid Bathory

-fakes the fact that he is jealous

-you will probably ask him if the is jealous and he will lie to your face and say that he is not

-in his 'soul' there are maaany things happening

-like he can't imagine himself being jealous? What do you mean Lord Ferid Bathory is jealous?

-he still thinks he is the perfect prince on a white horse that is very arrogant and there aren't people who would challange him in a 'battle' for his s/o

-probably can't accept even his own feelings as he's feeling a bit weird

-tries to get you out of the conversation but fails

-I think he would just drink that person dry and nothing more

-a bit quiet for the rest of the day because jealousy is a feeling he hasn't experienced before

Thank you for your request and make sure to request again if you have any ideas!

[feridsluver]

🥀The bathory parallel🥀

♡Little note :So hello hellooo I'm back <3

Side note: The crimes of Elizabeth are not confirmed to be true. These are myths but most authors use these myths of the bathory household for their story writing. Example would be Bram Stroker's Dracula. (Inspired by both Vlad the impaler and Elizabeth bathory)

Yesterday I was realising smth right. Ferid is inspired by the blood countess Elizabeth Bathòry. And I thought of their parallels and boy they are more similar than I anticipated them to be....

No.1: Both Bathory royalties have used needles that correlated back to a disturbing event.

Example: Elizabeth used needles and pins to torture young girls by putting them under their fingernails.

Example for Ferid: Ferid literally fished a needle out of a dead corpse. (I'm not sure if he inserted into the carcass but who knows)

No.2 Both decide to brutally torture or murder their victims that are deemed as pure or innocent

Example for Elizabeth: Elizabeth was a very jealous woman and a sadist( I'll come to that later.) she was infuriated that her innocence was taken away at such an early age. She lost her virginity young and birthed a few children. Therefore targets young girls as she believed that they were to be pure and therefore their blood mustn't be corrupted.

Example for Ferid: as we have seen in the first episode, he decided to also target children to fulfill his plannings. Whilst both have different objectives, Ferid decides to also target the children because he wants to see their hopes being crushed. A child's hope mostly comes from an idealised version of a world or in this case, a plan. Children are by said law very naive and haven't been tainted by the the corrupted world. Ferid wanted them to see how he corrupts them.

no.3 Both royalties have cravings for young blood

This is where I think that Ferid Bathory Takes quite the inspiration off of Erzsbeth Bathory.

Ferid Bathory and Elisabeth bathory correlate children's blood to a delicacy.

For ferid this is a gourmet choice. He has confirmed he hates sour blood, which is found in adults.

For Elisabeth, the blood of the young was a means to also regain her youth that she has lost so early in her life.

🥀Theory🥀: Given that Elisabeth Bathory is the main inspiration for Ferid Bathory, I can imagine that ferid craves young children's blood because he never got to be a child. So to say "he never had had the sweetness of childhood that he can find in his own." Or perhaps he's just a sweet tooth.

No.4 Elisabeth and Ferid were perceived as "strange".

Elizabeth Bathory: her husband had fallen in battle, which left her to be the authority of her land. A lot of people were suspicious of her authority and wealth because she's a woman.

Ferid bathory: Apart from being known for his eccentrics, Ferid has always had a different mind. He remembers things which other people would never be able to remember.

Correlation: Both are seen as strange for different reasons yet are in the same power category. Elisabeth had the authority, military and even was able to influence the king with her amount of power. Similar to ferid, while his mind is what differs him, he too was able to control the vampire councils narrative and also the consumption of young blood (illegally.)

It is interesting to see how Kagami takes a rough concept but shapes Irvin to a different character.

[humanoidtyphoons]

caught up with owari no seraph! you can tell it’s approaching its climax and yet i can’t imagine it ending any time soon tbh, too much is unresolved. how is the reset going to work in the end…?

-i think it’s fun! not necessarily good? but enjoyable! my best guess is that i’d prolly rate it 8/10, bc i like it well enough, and the plotting fascinates me, i like the characters for most part, but there’s something lacking about it, it’s a lil incoherent with so many gambits at play and i’m not altogether happy with how shinoa and krul tepes get treated at times. i still think yu/shinoa should have been written better but then shinoa is a pretty odd character! and yet! that really doesn’t work for me!!! i hate a majority of her jokes for comic relief!! (but like idk i might feel differently rating it once it’s finished but that’s my guess as of now)

-art style has gone a bit downhill for me, ngl. i still think it’s pretty and good overall but i’m sad over crowley’s eyes changing from being big and wide to much smaller and narrower. he was sooo cute with big round eyes. (but he’s dead now and i suspect we won’t spend too much time inside of ferid, where crowley and krul now dwell.) i also think guren looks a smidge different…?

-mika and yu are just precious bouncing off each other! they’re so weirdly sweet and stupid and i just love them! still need some details on the backstory, but if mika is og yu, then that explains why he’s so yu-focused and never really befriended anyone else. and i. i kinda wish he did tbh! but maybe it’s sorta like design flaw he can’t override, idk.

-it is fun watching ferid bathory being a wildcard ngl. there’s more to his story, i’m sure, bc how he got wrapped up in this (well however he met saito) is still a mystery. and a nihilist. anyway, i still think he’s the endgame boss, not god, but he could surprise me yet! he often does! he might be the only character who is genuinely dead by the end tho, since everyone else will be resurrected.

-i suspect yu will have his cake and eat it too, but i’m still curious how, when he’s in the middle of all these conflicts. he does want everything impossible tho. punch god, ig, see how that turns out. might be worth a try yk?

[mqdilen]

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ABOUT ME

hi, i’m maddie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ !! i am eighteen years old, still a student & most hundred percent a coquette / downtown girl! ᯓᡣ𐭩 my pronouns are she / her and my favorite flower is: 🌷 ,,

𔘓 infp. 5w4. libra 𖤓 | aquarius ☾ | libra ⇡

𔘓 cis, bisexual & leaning ace

𔘓 lipstick > lipgloss

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lovelovelove ... honey, tea, cats, music, summer, ice cream, pilates, cocktails, anyone who can play an instrument, philosophy, poems, classic rock, lana del rey, literature, psychoanalyses, the smell of rain, cherries, chocolate, spicy food, jewelry, art, avatar the last airbender, arguing with smart people, greek mythology, flowers.

hatehatehate ... group projects, narcissism, people who act all secretive & make a big deal out of something small, children, being sick, unhygienic people, guilt-tripping, people who treat me like i’m five years old, unawareness, victim blaming.

random facts.:

❥ i like math even though i’m bad at it

❥ i bite and chew on my lip and then swallow the dead / dry skin (i know, gross, right?)

❥ my motivation consists of random energy bursts

❥ i don't own a single cute bag

❥ my love language is: words of affirmation (receiving) — acts of service (giving)

❥ i like too many things

❥ i have been in every fandom imaginable, listened to every genre of music, and heard of every style possibly out there, so i know my shit

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listening to.: LANA DEL REY, taylor swift, the neighbourhood, arctic monkeys, cigarettes after sex, chase atlantic, violent vira, olivia rodrigo, nirvana, MITSKI, flower face, girl in red, nf, conan gray, marina and the diamonds, billie eilish, radiohead, lizzy mcalpine, gracie abrams, noah kahan, mindless self indulgence, clairo, palaye royale, phoebe bridgers, alex g

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my lovelies.: OSAMU DAZAI, chuuya nakahara, lucy maud montgomery, atsushi nakajima, IZUKU MIDORIYA, katsuki bakugo, akiko yosano, rody soul, giyu tomioka, ryuunosuke akutagawa, michizou tachihara, satoru gojo, YUTA OKKOTSU, toge inumaki, maki zen'in, albedo, megumi fushiguro, SHOKO LEIRI, keqing, edogawa ranpo, oda sakunosuke, tooru oikawa, shoto todoroki, LEVI ACKERMAN, furina, tanjiro kamado, kazuha, nilou, xiao, venti, tighnari, heizou, kaeya alberich, CHILDE, thoma.

love-hate-relationship with.: FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY, suguru geto, keigo takami, ougai mori, saigiku jouno, sigma, nikolai gogol, ango sakunosuke, krul tepes, ferid bathory, guren ichinose, kenny ackerman, columbina, paul verlaine.

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current fandoms.: BUNGOU STRAY DOGS, jujutsu kaisen, my hero academia (i am one of the normal people, i swear), genshin impact, haikyuu!!, attack on titan, chainsaw man, seraph of the end, demon slayer, akame ga kill, darling in the franxx.

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[patty-writes]

Hello!!! Lifting from that first meeting starters list- “I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else" with Ferid (lmao)? No worries if the prompt is too uninspiring but I would love to see you write this!!! Thank you!!!

It was actually very inspiring and I’m so happy that I can write something about my beloved problematic fav and for you! Thank you so much for sending this, I hope you’ll enjoy it 💕It took me like 5434578 years and now I think it could make a hella good, multiple chapter fanfiction.

→ Word count: 2,994

London, 16 November 1888

Heavy fog was lingering between narrow buildings creating an overwhelming atmosphere of coldness and dread. Empty, dark windows seemed to stare at the passers by who were foolish enough to wander through this part of the city in such a late hour, where nothing but darkness remained, delicately diffused by the light of the moon, now hanging high on the sky in a partly bitten shape of the sickle. It was almost eleven o’clock at night, no wonder then that the only sound in the area was the creaking of crows, the sound of water flowing down the drain, the whistling wind and your footsteps on the pavement, still wet from the recent downpour.

You were mentally scolding yourself for not declining the last cup of tea from Mrs. Jones and not coming back home earlier, when the weather was more pleasant and the area less dangerous. Still, you didn’t want to give any bad impression, both for her and her son, whom you have finally managed to have an interview with after many weeks of trying and impatiently waiting for his letter. Henry Jones was, after all, one of the best forensic doctors and one of the few who was willing to answer your questions, right now, however, you were staring to doubt whether staying in his mansion for so long was a good idea. You didn’t have any other alternative for a way back home, except for walking on your feet on this eerie night. You couldn’t lie that, despite the unfortunate circumstances, it was a truly wonderful night, the ones where you could almost hear the unreal whispering in the shadows.

You heard a carriage driving in the distance and you decided to turn left, preferring to keep the track on the wider, better illuminated streets instead of those narrow ones, where the danger seemed to be ready for an attack behind every corner. You didn’t want to die, especially not now, when you had your notebook with the written interview you were working so hard on, it would be truly unfair for it all to go to waste simply because of not being careful enough. However, the cold shiver was still running down your spine, reminding you about your poor choices and the possibility of negative results it could bring to your life soon. Eventually, you decided to focus on the road and the surroundings, relying on your senses and instincts which should allow you to notice the presence of someone else before any tragedy happened. The crows were circling your form on the sky above like an evil omen and with every step further, it was harder to control the trembling of your arms.

Walking to the other side of the street to avoid some drunkard laying there, you held the notebook more firmly and speed up a little, now realizing that it was not so far away from your home. All you had to do, was to cross the next road and you would see the tiny garden in front of your house, the mere think of climbing to the bed bringing the smile to your lips. Just when you were about to reach the crossroad, there was something unusual which you noticed with the corner of your eye while passing nearby the narrow street hidden in the shadows between two tenement houses. The wave of shock shaked through your body and forced you to stop in the middle of the step, your imagination now creating the very dreadful images of what could it be in real, while after slowly turning your head to the side, you realized that it was no joke your mind would be playing on you.

You really did saw a wave of a perfectly white coat.

At first, you thought that it was a pair of lovers in an adoring embrace in such a grotesque scenery of the dirty street, where the outfit of a man who’s back was facing you was the purest object your gaze could find. The longer you looked, however, the more your eyes saw and it didn’t took you long to realize that the head resting on the shoulder of the noble was unnaturaly pale, gray even, when there was no more life shining in their dead eyes. The other one, dressed as the nobility, was holding them tightly against the wall, his face hidden in the crook of their neck; coat swinging with the soft whispers of the wind and long, almost silver hair tied up with the black ribbon at his nape.

The aristocrat seemed to notice your presence despite staying back to you and with a swift movement straightened his back and slowly turned to you, his paperlike skin painted with the crimson blood smeared over his lips and sharp fangs. He let go of his victim, allowing them to fall on the pavement with a loud thud, like an used toy which was no longer needed and despite the horror and ridiculousness of this whole situation, you couldn’t stop staring at his inhuman, red eyes where thin, vertical pupils dilated a little at your sight.

The vampire, the man in front of you was undoubtedly a vampire and it was the only reasonable thought that your shocked mind could comprehend in that moment. Still, staying in the middle of the street in front of this bloodthirsty monster in the middle of the night didn’t seem like the safest idea in the slighest, but your legs were too heavy to carry your body somewhere else. You could only stare and admire his features, the ones which would easily lure both men and women, seducing them with the fleeting promise of the sweet kiss, only to leave them lifeless at his feet.

“Well then,” he mused, his voice low and calm, amused even. “I wasn’t expecting an audience.”

Mesmerized, you observed as he took a handkerchief out of the pocket and wiped the blood off his lips. Despite your mind screaming at you that you should ran as fast as you can, you still weren’t able to move and were simply looking at his nonchalant movements as if he didn’t just kill a human in front of your bare eyes by drinking the blood out of his body.

“Not much of a talker, are you?” he chuckled and peeked at the right as if he was hearing something your mortal senses couldn’t catch in the night air. “Nevertheless, it was nice seeing you. I hope you enjoyed the show, good luck explaining it to the others!”

With a laugh on the lips, the vampire turned around and wandered off leaving you absolutely speechless. Cold wind blew in your face, reminding you that indeed, you were still alive, cheeks burning from the emotions and feeling as if you had just witnessed a truly bizarre dream.

London, 17 November 1888

The tea in front of you was getting colder with every passing minute as you couldn’t bring yourself to take a sip of it, too lost in your own thoughts. Memories of the previous evening were running through your head with the speed of light, every single one of them giving you more questions left without answers, bothering you and your common sense.

Did it all truly happened? Did you really witness that? Was that man—the vampire—real or just a part of your vivid imagination? Even if he was, how was it possible, after all? Those creatures were supposed to exist only in fairytales you heard as a child, not in your everyday life. What about all of the others then? Werewolves? Mermaids? Were they here, too, living among mortals without their knowledge? Or maybe you were just insane?

The whole situation was driving you mad, just as the unbearable suspense.

Finally, you took a sip of now cool tea and reached for the newspaper, looking at the obituaries, looking for any signs of the man that you saw dying yesterday. Unfortunately, nothing could be found and with a heavy feeling in the stomach, you wondered whether his body was found at all. Or maybe they were just a peasant, not worth having any notice in the local newspaper?

“Damn it,” you muttered under breath and stood up from the table, heading to your humble office, determinated to finally finish your article.

If you would only focus on your job, you would surely start forgetting about it. It seemed like much safer option for you, too, especially since digging into such a delicate subject could end up badly for you, possibly even worse than for this unfortunate person who was the vampire’s victim.

London, 29 November 1888

You could swear that you saw him with the corner of your eye while wandering through the street with the basket full of groceries. He was there, facing you and smiling as if your mere presence was amusing him, still, it didn’t take him longer than a blink to disappear into the crowd, leaving nothing but a cold chill down your spine.

It couldn’t be a dream, he wasn’t part of your imagination although he, indeed, appeared in your dreams from time to time, mostly saying something inconherent but always dressed all in white—such a contrast to the darkness he was surrounding himself with. In your dreams, the vampire seemed so real you could almost touch him, feel the soft structure of his pearly white skin under your fingers and yet, no matter how many times you tried to do it, he still managed to fade away in the last second. Your mind was playing terrible tricks with you, that was for sure, but the memory of that night seemed to be engraved in your head, haunting you for the rest of your life if you only didn’t find the truth.

The unspoken words floating through your mind were interrupting your work which eventually wasn’t completely unnoticed.

“Is everything alright?” The question asked so suddenly made you jump slightly, coming back to reality as you looked at your friend and remembered that you were meeting with him to give him your latest article to publish in the newspaper.

Ungrateful job, publishing your works with a different surname, but you enjoyed seeing them printed on the paper, the pride not leaving you since you first managed to hold it with your hands.

“Yes, it’s alright,” you forced a smile. “I’m just tired, this one took a lot more energy than I thought.”

“I’m sure it will be great,” he smiled at you. “The letters we are receiving are mostly praising your work.”

“Well, that’s a compliment then.”

“Are you sure you’re alright? If you need to talk, you know where to find me.”

For the mere second you wondered how would he react of you told him about what you saw—about the vampire on the hunt—but immediately decided to not speak about it. Not only he wouldn’t believe you but he could also grow concern about your mental health. You could almost hear the words the vampire said just before leaving you be, letting you live, and they echoed in your mind for a long time after.

Good luck explaining it to the others.

“I’m fine. Thank you for the concern.”

London, 5 December 1888

The letter you received was unexpected. Obviously, you were aware of the engagement of your cousin but you didn’t think the whole ceremony of marriage would happen so soon. Still, you were reading an invitation again and again, fingers tracing the ink letters as your sight loomed over them, words repeated in your head.

It was supposed to be a wonderful evening, full of joy, lights and flowers and you couldn’t be more happy for her. Such a splendid way to start the new year, with the love of the life by the side, ready to pace through the future together.

Right now, however, you had to focus on finishing the new article, the one you still weren’t sure whether you wanted to publish or not. It seemed like a risky idea but you couldn’t help yourself, thinking about how could it be the only opportunity to keep the demons away.

It wasn’t going to get signed with your surname, after all.

Warwick, 20 December 1888

The manour your cousin was going to start living in was gorgeous, decorated mostly in bottle green and dark blue—her now husband’s favourite colours. You could endlessly walk through the halls, admiring detailed paintings, marble sculptures and other decorations which were giving the whole interior a truly exquisite taste. The library was just as impressive as the rest of the house, containg so many titles that even the best London’s bookstores could only envy such a collection. The air was soaked with the smell of warm wax, sweet perfumes, cold, winter air and the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen floor below, all of that spiced with the melody played downstairs by an orchestra invited to the ball.

It was supposed to be a magnificent evening and it truly was—first, the wedding and now the party.

You walked into the parlour and realized that there was only few people there, sitting on the comfortable couch and armchairs next to the fireplace and chatting, prehaps taking a breath before coming down to the ball. It was quiet there, indeed, a perfect place to relax a little and have a small conversation with a glass of champagne in the hand.

Encouraged, you headed to the nearest free place and sat in an armchair, immediately feeling as if its soft structure was going to swallow you whole. Letting out a long exhale, you looked at the impressive painting of your cousin and her husband hanging above the fireplace, smiling slightly to yourself at this utopic image. You were genuinely wishing them the best and since he seemed to be a good man, it shouldn’t be too hard to fulfill.

“Good evening.”

Hearing a voice coming from the couch next to you, you turned to look in the face of whoever desired to interrupt your thoughts, just to freeze in place as your eyes met the bloody red ones, vertical pupils observing you with a predatory precision.

“Oh, don’t you remember me, little lamb?” Theatrical sadness appeared on the handsome face of the vampire as he leaned down, resting his chin on the hand, only to be changed in an amused one within a mere second. “I think you do! If you didn’t you wouldn’t write such an article to the newspaper, would you?”

Your throat suddenly grew completely dry and you had to swallow to remind yourself that you were, indeed, able to speak. Plus, you were both surrounded by people, in the middle of the party, moreover, so he wouldn’t dare to hurt you now.

Or would he?

“Still not much of a talker, hm? Alright then, allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Lord Ferid Bathory.”

You nodded slightly, now matching his name with the image from your memory and dreams. Hesitantly, you answered, sharing your name with him only to receive a chuckle.

“I know your name, silly! I know that you didn’t use it under an article, also.”

“Did you read that?” you asked quietly, brows furrowing.

Of course, the main idea of the article was to draw his attention and somehow bring it back to you—just so you could stop all this nonsense and finally find peace, either in an embrace of death or having a conversation with him. Still, you wished more for the latter and you weren’t disappointed now, simply surprised that it worked.

Your friend wasn’t the happiest after reading the article you prepared, explaining to you that subjects about supernatural beings may not be greatly welcomed in the society who is building cages above the graves of their beloved ones just in case they could raise from the dead. Still, you insisted, argumenting that it was nothing but a hint, an advice on how to act in case of an attack. Wandering alone in the night was the first position on the list about how to protect yourself from the evil spirits.

“Of course I did,” he smiled and you could swear that you saw the tips of his fangs for a single moment. “It was hilarious, if you ask me, but I have to disappoint you, my little lamb, wooden stake does no harm to us.”

“It doesn’t…?”

“It doesn’t.”

“Well then…” You adjusted the position on the armchair so you would face him directly. “What does?”

He laughed genuinely happy, drawing attention of people in the parlour for a second.

“That would be too easy if I just told you.”

“Why didn’t you kill me back then?” The question escaped your lips before you could think about it twice and with the words spoken, you felt an unexistent heaviness leave your shoulders, just now noticing how it was present there since the day you saw the vampire on the street.

But Ferid simply shrugged.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t hungry anymore, as you probably noticed. I wasn’t in the mood for playing around. I simply didn’t want to.”

“Are you implying that I’m alive only because of your caprice?”

“I’m not implying.” The spark of malice appeared in his eyes. “I’m simply telling the truth.”

There was a silence between you two as the air grew heavy, yet somehow not noticed by anyone else. Once again, you felt as if you were in a dream, the dreadful and exciting one, crossing the paths of fantasy and reality when the vampire, the real vampire was sitting next to you and casually talking with you. It was completely ridiculous and absurd.

“I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else,” you finally commented, making him giggle at your choice of words, taking a strand of white hair behind the ear.

“And that’s exactly why I like you, little lamb.”

[yandere-romanticaa]

Just a quick little thank you gift for the lovely @ocielismyadoptedson. Not sure if yandere is necessarly your cup of tea but you're a simp for Ferid so I hope this can suffice.

You toyed with your fingers as your gaze remained glued to the ground, the tension that continued to bubble around was blissfully ignored by Lord Ferid Bathory as he continued to sip his drink of choice, that being a mixture of hot red blood and wine. Your ears picked up any little sound they could, be it the sound of the clock ticking away or Ferid simply musing so himself as he held the pristine glass in his hand, carefully swooshing around his drink in it as his palm lazily rested on his cheek.

He was staring at you, you knew it.

You just didn't feel like acknowledging him.

These little dinners of yours were common but it was hard to figure out what he was aiming for exactly. Sometimes he'd be beyond extra, telling you crazy stories or threatening to juice you like an orange if you continued to tempt him like that (in truth you hardly ever did anything but in Ferid's eyes you were always going to be a sneaky fox regardless of your skills). Sometimes though, there would be these odd moments of pure and utter tranquility where Ferid hardly ever spoke but he instead granted you the luxury of taking command that evening. He liked the way you thought and expressed your opinions regardless of his own personal stance on some issues.

You were the ultimate cure for his boredom.

But Ferid was something of a ticking time bomb in your eyes - every move you made, every breath you took, even if something was faulty he would notice, he always noticed. It was unnerving, especially since he could get so touchy feely with you sometimes.

You couldn't tell whether or not he saw you as his own personal blood bag or a real human with their own desires.

Chances are, you'll never find out.

[sovietyaoi]

POV: you are the holy land

[married-to-google-translater]

Request: Can I get Yandere Ferid, Kanato, and V with a fem reader who’s independent, does what she wants, and pretty much needs no male validation? I feel like Ferid and Kanato would have an interesting time with this.

Ngl, Kanato as a yandere kinda reminds me of Torvald Helmer from Henrik Ibsen’s A Doll’s House.

@onehellofashadynerd

Kanato is here

Yandere Ferid Bathory

You don't like Ferid.

You met when he offered you some luxuries in exchange for your blood.

And you refused the offer and said you don't need it or him.

This would be the reason why Ferid would fall in love with you.

He would find you really entertaining.

At first, he thinks nothing of you other than that you're entertaining.

That's why Ferid would keep you close.

Like it or not.

Humans wouldn't have much say in a world ruled by vampires.

And the more time Ferid spends with you, the more he starts to like you.

He wouldn't care how independent you were.

Ferid should that if you didn't rely on him you would be punished.

And if you did… you would also be punished.

Ferid is a sadist -_-

Yes, life with him would be difficult.

However, Ferid does not want to break you with punishments.

He love's you too much for that.

[tragicvictoriantears]

✞ To never underestimate the passage of time! ✞

Ferid Bathory X FemReader!

✞ angst.

✞ TW: Ferid is the biggest tw. Mentions of death.

I wish that my first post is for my dear best friend @theorphanprince . I love you, thank you for everything! You are an ocean of inspiration, truly splendid by its own nature, your soul never fails to amaze me! De asemenea, ești o gagică mișto, hai te pup șmecherio!;)

He held her tightly in his arms, too bad it almost hurts so much, as if her skeleton was going to snap - not even the smallest bone would escape from such a lovely well-made trap! Ah, how nice it would pop though! I like to imagine that everything would break to the rhythm of the piano keys, when "Moon Sonata" is sung with pathos — for only the moon can offer beauty to such scenes or even morbid thoughts. Even my terrifying descriptions, in the sunlight, they would become ridiculous. Too much would be seen ( to my shame as an amateur and lazy author )! Ah, alas, I did it again! I distracted you from the real story! I don't think I was made to read children bedtime stories. Lucky for me, this one is for adults — and lucky for you, it’s a short one!

Ferid, Ferid, Ferid and again, Ferid! Ferid Bathory!! Applause for him! To this splendid prince! So charming and mysterious, a good girl’s dream of a bad boy! He is rarely seen without his role as a clown in Shakespeare's plays. But now I would describe him as a protagonist, a sad and old hero, in a tragic love story! Italians shall cry at the table with their pasta and with Romeo and Juliet.

Oh, Ferid. Alas, so long he insists on holding her in his cold arms, as if… as if she was going to turn into sand!! He must — for the sake of his own desperation — catch every strand. Before the tide steals a part of her figure forever, or even before it takes everything away from him. As you can see, we are talking about waves. Waves from great storms, with drowned pirates and hungry mermaids, followed by the cries of orphans as they watch how their father figures never return home.

But who was that wave? Maybe the past that still thinks about haunting, like a bored ghost in the cemetery, fed up with the silence of others. It can't be, it can't be! But wait! Who was he to fight the inevitable?

However, let's see some other possibilities! It must be searched with great patience if you really want to find the answer burning in our throats. What could go wrong for Ferid? Well, many things made him miserable in his life... alas, he lived badly. As both human and vampire. Has he ever kept up with all his misfortunes? I mean, at one point, they kept coming and coming, I’m sure he started to not pay attention to them anymore. Until now… .

I know! I found it! Everyone's feared weapon when they get their hands on something ephemeral: time. Like a little girl who fears that her rose is dying, like a woman who worries that she is getting older. Time takes everything, my dear readers. There is nothing time can’t take. We all have debts. We all owe time. Even when it comes to immortals, time manages to steal a few things. Maybe it doesn't really take everything, there remains a bitterness on this earth - that's why they are immortal. But time, to them, is like a seagull flying towards your food.

Y/n, oh, precious she! It reminded him of the humanity he didn't get to enjoy, but he enjoyed it through her. Sleeping, skin care, needing to go to the bathroom or eat a well-prepared meal. Things that no longer had meaning for him, look, through her, they’ve gotten one! Isn't this a beautiful gift for mortals? To enjoy simple things? I say it's very beautiful and Ferid totally agrees with me. He began to feel alive through her, to get rid of that boredom and that hatred held deep for time, which at one moment seemed to spite him. He didn't need much, really. Although his exterior is as extravagant as can be, I assure you that this bloody nobleman, carries a simple heart in his chest. Like most of us, too.

Here comes the bug. It would be such a shame, if not even terrible, for Ferid to subject y/n to a life like his. Immortality drains you. It's true, you stay young and beautiful, that can be attractive at first. However, let's not jump into such a dangerous offer, just… just look at the price! Internal rot is not worth it!! You will begin to have serious breakdowns from not being able to identify yourself properly. The best advice is to not dare become immune to time and death, you pay dearly! Ah, ... but Ferid never wanted to pay dearly, to have eternal beauty and youth — he was so small and unhappy from the beginning. His childhood was so bad, I swear, you could say he had already tasted immortality, right from the start! But enough, that's enough! I better stop with these descriptions. Everyone will be very sad if I continue! And Ferid is tired of being stuck in those memories anyway, that's why he adored his lover. With her, he is slowly moving on like a mortal, over all those terrible episodes. To live in the present! It is something, as a vampire, to be able to enjoy the present once in a while. Without thinking about the expensive payment… .

Wait! He realizes that he may be paying right now! It sounds crazy but it's completely normal for somebody like him to experience this! Just as we are surprised that a bitter week has passed like lightning, for them it is years, decades—centuries! Oh my! It is natural for him to think that at this moment, it’s happening, again! Maybe if he stops the hug, oblivious to the passing of minutes and hours, he'll wake up with Y/N ​​already dead. Oh, sweet Juliet, held all her life in the arms of a terrible bastard! We shall cry rivers together, for her tormented soul!

And with an extraordinarily agitated movement, he breaks the loving embrace to gaze in horror at her face. His eyes and hands were shaking terribly, if he wasn't a vampire, I would dare say his forehead was also sweating from the whirlwind of emotions.

And if he wasn’t a vampire, I would also dare to say that he breathed a sigh of relief. That horrific image didn't happen.

,, You act like you are cutting your first tree! What have gotten into you again? Who holds the sword over your head? " she decides to tease him innocently, the goal being obviously to calm him down. Ferid of course doing the same at the times when y/n is tense.

“I'm afraid the sword is pointed at you, my dove. "

,, Although I like to see that you are capable of concern, I would prefer that you no longer have any reason when it comes to me. " her hands reach for his neck, looking at him with curious eyes, eager to discover more. What a beautiful and confident smile she has! Ferid, maybe out of embarrassment, looks away, a gesture that makes y/n giggle.

"This is hard! You know it too! I’m not ready to let you go. Not now… maybe not ever! " and his face gets scrunched up. The opposite cheek is poked by her finger, specifically to turn his gaze and look at her straight in the eyes.

" But you are ready. You don’t need to be dependent on me! “

“ Maybe… I need to. I don’t know any other way to live! “ delicately, he ends up holding her face in his still shaking hands.

“ Ferid, blink now, I promise I'm not going anywhere." her hand touches his cheek as she makes him do this calming exercise again. So he closes them, relishing the warmth of her skin against his, his glacier cheek.

He opens them. The waves are calmer, although there is still a little wind. In front is a sandcastle knocked down by the water, and her hand is gone. It's quiet, no sign of any playful giggles. She died decades ago.

This is what happens when you underestimate the passage of time.

[nakachuchu]

Enthralled | Ferid Bathory

SYNOPSIS: You're enthralled by how pretty he is.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 630

WRITTEN: 03/03/2021

NOTES: Thank you for requesting @uwu-monster101 ! I love you too!

"You're so pretty," you whispered as your fingers brushed through his hair.

Your head was on his lap and he looked down at you with a soft smile on his face. His hair was let down from the usual ribbon he wore. Instead, it was tied into a lovely bow on your wrist.

"I know," he answered with a grin.

You chuckled, completely used to his prideful words. But it wasn't like either of you were lying. He really was pretty.

You knew if he was a girl or simply cosplayed as one, he would be the prettiest girl you had ever seen.

Any chance you got, you would play with his hair. It didn't matter if you had somewhere to be. You could be in a rush somewhere and pass him in the hallway, but still, your fingers would find a way to brush through the ends of his tied-up hair.

He didn't mind if it was from you. You were the only person allowed to freely touch him and his hair. After all, you belonged to him and he belonged to you.

He relished in the fact that you enjoyed touching his hair so much, adding to his ego.

Before the two of you started dating, you always mentioned how his hair was better than yours. He would then tell you how to properly take care of one's hair. He even had a specific hair routine he swore by.

Your fingers drifted away from his hair and onto his cheeks, lightly brushing against his soft cheeks.

He leaned his head toward your fingers, silently telling you to touch him more. You smiled, looking up at him in admiration as he towered over you.

"Keep looking at me like that and I'll be the one doing the touching," he murmured.

You chuckled and cupped his face, bringing him down to your face to kiss him on the lips.

In a flash, you found yourself on your back on his bed with his body hovering over you. You were trapped underneath him with his hands on both sides of your heads.

"How are you so pretty?" you whispered.

He leaned in, nudging your head to the side so that he could nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck.

You could feel his fangs grazing against your neck—teasing you in a way that had you sighing through your nose.

A vampire's neck was their soft spot. If he sucked enough blood from you, you would easily die, but you trusted him. You offered him everything you had down to your very soul.

"You're pretty too," he murmured before pressing a kiss to your neck.

He was telling the truth, and he rarely complimented other people. He thought of himself as the prettiest and smartest out of all vampires but admitted that you were a close first.

"Not as much as you," you retorted.

He leaned away from your neck and grinned. "I know."

Most people found his ego to be unmatchable and annoying, but you found it endearing and amusing.

You chuckled and kissed his cheek. You were always enthralled by him. The way he gracefully walked and talked always had you dreaming of him any chance you got.

His hair fell over his shoulder, tickling your cheeks. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you for another kiss.

Your hands fiddled with the hairs at the base of his neck as the two of you kissed. His hand trailed down to your hip as he relished in the feeling of your soft lips on his and how your fingers twirled around strands of his hair.

The two of you continued to bask in each other’s beauty for the rest of the day.

[bumblingblog-1]

I guess I do have a type of favorite villains...

[urdgealesisbaby]

Ferid x fem reader. Reader was part of Guren's squad but when they were fighting Ferid Guren left her and reader wanted revenge so ferid made her vampire and by some time they became married couple and imagine like guren meeting reader again but now as Ferid's wife and vampire

Hello,dear anon! Sure thing!

I made a scenario btw so it can be more intriguing.

Also Guren sounds stupid in this little scenario xD.

Ferid Bathory's wife that meets Guren after a long time

Ferid Bathory

It was long ago that you gave up being a human.It was himself,Lord Ferid Bathory,who made you one citizen of the vampire world.You didn't regret it though.

You were very happy with your decision to become a vampire and you were even happier when you and Ferid got married and became an official couple.

You liked your husband,despide all the things he had done,he was actually very soft and careful around you,sometimes rather playful.You were a pretty good couple though,despite Krul hating Ferid,she always became more soft when it came to you.So you were accepted in the vampire world.

Guren had left you,if it weren't for Ferid's mercy(I can't believe I'm saying this lol),you would be dead by now.So you were very angry at all those humans who had left you behind.What if Ferid killed you?What if he made you his slave?What if anything,really,after all,it's Ferid Bathory who we're talking about.

As always,you were going places with your husband,when it finally came to you.Guren and his squad were in front of your faces.What where you going to do?

"Y/n.....Is that you? Am I seeing right?" Guren asks,not believing what he is seeing.

"It is....Guren....I see you're alive as well,after all." you say,looking at Guren with an angry look.

Ferid then gets his sword out,prepared to fight Guren because he knows how angry you've been at Guren all these years because he left you all alone.

"Why aren't you stopping him,y/n? He's going to attack us." Guren says.

Y/n,showing her fangs,responds to Guren.

"Why should I? I am one of them now,you should be afraid of me as well."

At your saying,Guren and his squad all get prepared for a fight,but little they know that they stand no chance in front of you two.

After you two finish them off,Guren curses at you.

"You stupid woman! You've became a vampire ,you left all your humanity behind! You shouldn't be alive!" Guren says.

"I was the one to leave behind humanity? Or did humanity leave me behind first? What are you saying?" you say,being full of rage.

After all of that,you and Ferid get back home and you two comfort each other.

"Y'know,maybe I shouldn't react like that....after all,they were my friends sometime." you say,looking at Ferid.

Ferid takes your hands into his and speaks.

"You shouldn't worry that much about them,after all,when they left you with me,they didn't care about you."

He then pulls you into a deep kiss,slowly putting you on the bed,to give you snuggles all night.

Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it!