#mm ray

[sonendan]

I ruined the cake, sorry

[dailysaeran]

I think about Saeran on V's route a very normal amount bro I would SPRINT back to Magenta for that man

Since we never see what he actually looks like... I don't think he dresses like Unknown or Suit on his own route. I don't think he bothered to fully change into a new outfit. So he just lost the magenta coat and switched to a tie but kept Ray's vest and pants :D And rolled up the sleeves cuz um. Hi. Hello.

And I feel like this is a good middleground because others may headcanon him to be more like Suit while others may headcanon him to be more like Unknown. I lean towards Unknown but I can see Suit being a possibility as well, both are cool headcanons. And this is kinda giving Christmas Unknown and a little bit of Suit at the same time 👀

[amagicalduckling]

Vampire Ray 🦇

Imagine him smiling for the first time and seeing his teeth 😩

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[just-mysme-headshots]

Begin shyness for SE Saeran 👁️👁️?

You care, I know you do…

[marshmallowprotection]

Ray get in here

"C'mon, what's with that look on your face, Ray? You look like you want to ask me something but I can tell you're holding back... you know you can tell me anything, right? We're best friends, after all. Best friends can tell each other anything without the fear of being judged."

You didn't want to frighten him when he'd already been so riled up when he came to see you, but in the same vein, you hated to see his expression turn crestfallen when you could do something about it. It wasn't fair for him to look after you all the time without letting you do the same for him in return. He wasn't that hard to get a read on, what he wanted was as simple as you did.

He wanted to be heard.

He wanted someone to hear him when he sobbed about how lonely he was in this cesspool that claimed to be a paradise... to hold him and tell him it would be okay even if he suffered because someone in this world loved him and wouldn't abandon him just as his brother and V had... a wish to be heard and taken care of when he felt such wicked pain burrow itself in his chest.

But, how could he be heard if he bit his tongue? You understood that he had to be careful in this place to survive, and not only that, know in his heart you would be safe from the kind of danger he was in at all times. He did his best to look after you... after all, he brought you into this place and he didn't realize what that would mean until it was too late to protect you from harm. You appreciated how hard he worked... but you hated not being able to give him just as much as he gave you.

He tucked his lower lip under his teeth, fiddling with his gloves as you let him take his time to organize his thoughts. "I... I haven't... I haven't seen you in person for over a week because of my work... it was agony to know you were all by yourself when I could've come to see you had I proven myself to be capable of getting all of my work done in time."

"Oh, Ray," you brushed your hand against his cheek. It was there to swat away some of the tears that dared to spill. "You don't have to do that. You're doing everything you can for us, and I know it's hard to be away from me... it's hard for me to be away from you, too. But, it's like you said. If we don't play along for now, we won't be able to get out to see the world together when the time is right."

Convincing him to leave was difficult, and while he flip-flopped on the issue again and again, you were determined to let him be the one to control his future. Far too many people had stolen his autonomy... deciding his fate without a second thought... without any regard for what he might've wanted to do! If you forced him to leave, you knew you would be no better than them.

He needed to choose to leave this place on his own terms. That was the only way to make true progress towards the future.

As long as you behaved... as long as you played along... that woman would be none the wiser! It wasn't a simple game by any means, but it was the only way to prove to Ray he could live as he wanted to and not be punished for it. A taste of freedom was what he needed to see the sky whenever he wanted. But, you knew the lies were taking a toll on him. He didn't like to lie to his Savior, but if he didn't lie, you would be in trouble.

He nuzzled his cheek against your palm to let the heat take away the chill that lingered from his frigid office. "I'm tired, [prince/ss]... so very tired... I don't want to be a hacker... I don't want to work my fingers to the bone... I want my revenge on the people who hurt me so I'll never know another night of what they made me feel, but at the same time, I... I just want to be yours. I don't want to be anything but yours. All of this would be so much easier if I didn't have anywhere to be but your arms."

You didn't want him to work as hard as he was forever, either, but if you could give him anything to ease his pain, you would. You didn't miss a beat as you asked, "So, being in my arms... that would make you feel better, huh, my prince?"

"Yes... yes, of course."

"All you had to do was ask," the tender words danced across your lips. "How could I ever deny such a perfect wish?"

Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around his waist and lifted him off the ground. He let out the cutest little gasp when he realized you were capable of sweeping him off his feet—that being on his list of things he wished he could do for you when he built up more strength in his upper body—and instead of protesting or stammering to let go, a dangerously bubbly laugh escaped the back of his throat instead.

"That's my prince," you cooed at him. You had no intention to let go of him, either, not unless he asked you to set him back down. You let him twirl around no different than a princess would when her prince decided to twist her around the ballroom. You wanted to see stars in his eyes before you ever thought to let go.

Your mystified prince had no intention of falling from your arms, either, given how fast he wrapped his legs around your waist and curled his arms across your shoulders to balance his weight against yours. He could hide his rosy cheeks all he wanted into the nape of your neck but you knew it was there just as well he knew you enjoyed the sight of him under your spell.

He didn't have to hold back.

Not when you were around to praise him.

But, of course, you knew he understood that as he shivered against your skin. "I'll always give what you want, my prince, all you have to do is ask."

[lucystarclub]

Saeran is just too cool omfg, I LOVED LOVED LOVED DOING HIMMMM 🍵🗣️🗣️🗣️

[rayroseu]

mystictober 2024 day 1: favourite character

this is probably low effort but whatever lol i wanna draw saeran like how i used to draw him back in 2019 aljslaks maybe in other prompts i'll try my best to draw him properly ✨✨✨🙏🙏

[seonkun]

Redraw one of the CGs, part 1.

Will there be more? Idk, hopefully >< if I have the time ;(

[brainrotsaeran]

Another Story's prologue Bad Ending, poor Ray...

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[sonendan]

(Eng: take a bath)

my boy

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[dailysaeran]

Maid VAE Saeran changing out of Ray's My Melody costume bc that was not him but Kuromi is<3 Based on the Sanrio collab chapter in the maid AU fic by @marshmallowprotection !!

[l0s3r95]

Back to my roots :p

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[just-mysme-headshots]

oh my FUCK would it be too much to ask for the whole shyness row for saeran???? if that's too much, would it be okay to request saeran in shyness row "more emt"???? it's good to hear from you again :) happy 2024!!!! <3

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Happy 2024 to you!!

[marshmallowprotection]

The thoughts about vampire maid VAE Ray have consumed me I fear. And Saeran. There's no turning back. Save me vampire maid VAEs save me

You stood at the precipice of the door that led into the garden with an outstretched hand. "Are you sure there's no way I can convince you to step into the garden during the day, Ray?"

Ray's fingers nervously dug into his frilly sleeve as he shifted from one foot to the other. "I'm sure... I think your flowers are a lot more beautiful in the moonlight. I can admire them all I want during the day inside, you know. It's not that much different than when I look during the evening before I head home."

While you understood Ray was anxious around the sunlight because of his sensitive scars, you still didn't understand why he tried his best to avoid the light like the plague. You knew sun damage could be the harshest thing on someone like him with scars that didn't have many layers beneath them to quell the UV rays but in the same vein, there were all kinds of creams and shades he could wear if he wanted to be outside during the day.

He worked from sunrise to sunset, never once making a point to set foot outside of the B&B until it was time for him to leave. He was very good at his job and it was no wonder your parents wanted him to stay on full-time considering how clean he kept things. But, you knew the cute boy in front of you yearned to be where you were. He wanted to be a gardener, too. But, since you'd had that job since you were a little kid, he never stood a chance at taking your title from you.

Ray didn't want to.

Which, you had a feeling that was why he settled so nicely into the maid position. He was happy knowing you were happy, and while it was all fine and well for him to settle in comfort, you'd seen the look in his eyes before that said he wanted more. Why else would he stare at the garden all day while you worked? That hungry look in his eyes... that was a thirst for the dirt beneath his fingertips. There wasn't any other explanation to show for his anxiety.

You'd reassured him time and time again that he could have fun in the garden, too, and there would never be any threat to yours or his job... but he didn't listen.

He always stepped into the shadows whenever a hand offered to bring him into the light. If it wasn't the fear of getting new burns or the fear of trying to undermine your role, you hadn't the slightest idea what kept him from pursuing the view he often admired from afar.

It bummed you out to see him hold himself back. It reminded you of the days when you were first getting to know one another! Back then, Ray had been so afraid of making mistakes that he wound himself up like a wind-up doll and tried to stick his routine on autopilot. He did a good job like that but anyone who looked at him could see he wasn't having a good time. These days he could smile, giggle, and even cut loose on the job whenever you found time for a break. He wasn't stiff anymore, but this seemed to be the only spot he wouldn't budge on.

"Alright," your hand fell to your side as you tried to hide your obvious disappointment. "I'll see you at the end of my shift, then. I have to do some work on the other side of the property before I close up for the day. But, I expect to take an evening stroll before we go home, Ray. I may not be able to admire the flowers during the day, but I'll be sure to take advantage of your moonlight!"

"Of course, [Y/N]. I-I promise I'll wait for you."

Ray licked his lips, offering a gentle wave to send you on your way to finish your work, and unbeknownst to you listen to the sound of your beating heart as the blood began to pump harder and harder... mixed with your adrenaline and sweat. The sunlight was always a risk to his safety but it was always a benefit to yours. He couldn't act on desire if you were beyond his reach. He couldn't do something stupid if his fear of the sunshine kept him at bay.

But, it was getting harder and harder every day to control himself in this way. Your heart beat a little faster when you saw him. The scent that followed was delicious. He wanted to taste you... to know what your blood would feel like trickling down his throat... but to taste his perfect flower was to reveal what he was and what happened to his body a lifetime ago. People judged him enough for his scars, but his gnashing teeth?

That was another story.

You wouldn't think the same of him if you knew what he'd done in the past... nor would you be so willing to take a stroll with him all on your own. His heart may have been gentle but his fangs were not. He had no control over them when he thirsted for something sweet, and out of all the blood he'd ever smelled, yours was by far the sweetest. If he ever had a taste of you... it would be the end of him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from hurting you. The thought of his bloodlust being thrust upon you made him feel sick.

And yet, he fantasized about it.

He watched your every move as you dashed around the garden from the windows while he cleaned. He imagined dropping everything and running to your side. He imagined cornering you against the grass in earnest as you revealed your neck to him, quivering, whimpering, and all but sobbing for him to consume you. Those thoughts could've very well consumed him. Had you been there when that woman used him as a pawn, he might've changed you, too.

He hated the idea of taking away your right to choose if you lived or died, but he couldn't help but drool at the fantasy his mind cooked up every time you smiled at him. It wasn't as if you hadn't shared a small moment of intimacy with him already! You kissed him plenty since he confessed his feelings to you, and you'd almost gone further with his Saeran more times than he could count. The only thing that you had yet to see was their truest form... and as he stood there, gripping the broom in his hand so hard he feared it would shatter the wood, those thoughts found him again.

He wanted you.

No, he needed you.

Which was why he clenched his eyes shut and prayed for the feeling to stop before he did something he couldn't take back. Once he had a taste of your blood, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking it, not even if Saeran could step in to do something. Because, it was just as bad for Saeran. He wanted you, too. How much longer could either of them do this without marking you?

...

That particular question was answered at the end of their shift. It wasn't long into their evening stroll when you hoisted Saeran off his feet and propped him up against one of the stone walls that lined the garden edge. It was just tall enough for his legs to dangle but not tall enough to do much more than separate the flowers by section. Your body settled between his thighs, giving you the space to pepper his chest in kisses.

Saeran didn't need to breathe but he always did on purpose when you nuzzle your nose against his chest. It was a small gesture. The smallest for a human, anyway, but not for someone like him whose body responded to every act of admiration with gusto. He squished his thighs together to make sure you couldn't wiggle off, but you paid no mind to the little "prison" he caged you in.

You wanted to be there.

"That's my maid," you teased. The gentle words were always cheeky and tender against his skin. A hand tangled itself into his hair, itching every scratch that bothered him before you found him. "I didn't even have to train you to do that for me."

You never paid mind to how cold they were given just how readily your body transferred its heat but tonight was different. Every kiss you paved across their exposed collarbones made it harder to ignore his desires. Your fire was their fire. Your heat was his heat. The blood pumping in your veins was burning for him. It was burning for them in every way imaginable.

How could he hold back when your body was the one pleading for more?

He couldn't hold back. He refused to hold back. He needed you. He needed you like your body needed air to survive. He needed to taste your blood and confirm how sweet it was. He settled his mind when you smiled against the space where his heart would be. As his very precious gardener lifted their head to look him in the eyes, crimson washed over baby blue in a heartbeat. You didn't shiver or shudder when his true eyes appeared as Ray's heart once feared.

In fact, you leaned in even closer and made sure your hands held onto Saeran for dear life. The very creature that could've stolen a precious world away from you.

He whispered, "Do you trust me?"

Without hesitation, you replied, "Always."

You tilted your head to the side as he leaned in closer and nuzzled his nose against the space where your throat met your shoulders. It was just as sweet pressed against your skin as it was from afar, no, even sweeter. Your breath hitched as his fangs pierced your skin. He had been given the chance to indulge in your delicious body to his heart's content and he would be a damn fool to not try to satisfy himself.

Call him greedy, but he would never turn down such wonderful blood when it pleaded to be his.

The sound of your heart...

Thump, thump, thump, thump...!

It pleaded his name.

Saeran, Saeran, Saeran, Saeran...!

It would sound no different if Ray took you first. Ray... Ray... Ray... Ray! Your heart would've cried! You wanted him just as much as you wanted Saeran, after all. But, since he was the first to take his fill of you, he would indulge as if your heart was only crying out for him just this once. His tongue lapped at the marks he left behind to not miss a single drop of your essence. Not a single inch of you would be left for waste.

Your woozy hands remained around his shoulders as cradled you close to his chest. He no longer had a heart to call his own. Those years of humanity were long gone, but yours were not. Your heart was his heart in that very moment, desperately pleading to be not just his, but Ray's, too... forevermore. You could be their heart... a gentle beating heart that reminded him of what it felt like to be a human when they were anything but.

"That's our human," he praised, just as cheeky as you had once been before by echoing your words. "I didn't even have to train you to do that for me."