#monstef fluff

[valentine-cafe]

Oh my god i just read about Shī, the manic moon and i love him?? Like genuinely love his character and story and everything aaaaaaa

Can you do something with him?🥺 I don't even know what i just wanna ask for comfort for him actually and generally content for him, pretty please🙏

Also advise on how to write characters would be heavily appreciated. Like, how did you come up with him? Thanks in advance, mo worries if you don't hav ethe time for this ask! Muah!

˖⁺. ﹙ vampire king  x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . bloody hands, warm heart !! 🍒 :  vampire  ˖ former human character﹙ vamp au shī. ﹚

he's lost control again. he doesn't want you near him. but you know your lover - and know his pure heart. all he needs is a little comfort 

  𖹭. ps : so glad you like him! as to help with character creation - we get inspo from things such as music or art. start with a concept, trope or story that we want to tell and then work from there! @/literaryvein-reblogs has some beautiful templates and tips for in-depth character making!

as for shi himself, we took some inspo from castlevania’s lisa with a bit of our own spin - him and muchen have a story somewhat similar to vlad and lisa there <3 i’ve always wanted to write about the conflict of a human-turned-vampire who sees how those around them act and cannot accept that it is simply their ‘nature’

“you are beautiful.”

“speak no lies to me, beloved.”

a frown settles over your lips at his words. the sound of water splashing and swishing in the bucket that he vigorously washes his hands within spills through the room. drowning out the thick silence that settled between the both of you.

willing your muscles, you push yourself closer to him. delicately placing your hands upon his back and leaning your head against it as well. “my tongue knows no lies.” you murmur. his breath hitches.

the silence drones on. his wet hands halting. the droplets of water stained red with his recent hunt slip down his long, trembling fingers.

with a tender touch, you turn him to face you. his long white hair curtains your face. so that it is just you and him. with hands that know no judgement you press them to his face. thumbs slowly circling along his cheekbones.

“perhaps it is you that should not speak lies to that stunning mind of yours.”

a drop hits your face. slides down your cheek. your own tears join the cascade. the vampire collapses into your arms with a shake in his shoulder — and you so readily catch him. shushing him. easing him.

“I-I am so sorry - I try -”

“sshh, sshh - it is alright. my darling.”

your hand ventures into his hair. fixing tangled strands from the roaring wind outside. before it guides his head to your chest, so that he might hear another heart other than his slow-beating one. listen, soothe.

“you have struggled. yet you try. please, do not say what I know you will.”

I am a monster. those words always squeezed your heart. so as you held him within your arms and led him back to the bedchamber. you are sure to give him only the love he deserves. until he drifts off to the sound of your beautiful melody.