#urge for fanfic/au musings rising

[shewhowantsmouseears]

Now I'm wondering with both of these card reveals, is this meant to be like some kind of roleswap/genderswap AU of the Three Musketeers DTV? that could mean Clarabelle may also be a musketeer in the future?

LORCANA PEOPLE, WE NEED THE LORE. WE NEED NOVELS BEHIND THESE THINGS. PLEASE. PLEEEEEEEEAAAASEEEE

[5uptic]

crewfu fanfic spotlight :)

Smores by Chione_chan (5up & Steve, general rating, gen | 273 words)

Summary: 5up and Steve roast their fans as they roast marshmallows.

arms wrapped tight by spaded_ace (Apollo/Steve, general rating, m/m | 283 words)

Summary: Another short drabble about the cuddling

guitars that gently weep or something like that by 5280ft (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 469 words)

Summary: He wonders what feeling would be like physically. Feeling someone. In specific instances. In circumstances that he can’t generalize, or compartmentalize, or ignore and wait to go away: Apollo wants to feel so badly his hands ache.

5:39 by spaded_ace (Apollo & Steve, general rating, gen | 674 words)

Summary: Musing when you can't sleep, lethargy in the morning

grab hold the darkness we become by headlessline (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 675 words)

Summary: “Are monsters born or created?” Steve, 5up, and vampires.

defining moments by meowcode (5up/Sleepy, Janet/Kimi, teen rating, multi | 704 words, chaptered words)

Summary: working title: heather attempts to write regularly for once in his miserable fucking life

Tantalus by farmersagainstweed (Apollo/Steve, explicit, m/m | 755 words)

Summary: This was, arguably, worse than before. Before tonight he had thought Steve was straight, unobtainable. He hadn't even let him want. But now? Like Tantalus doomed to an eternity with food just out of reach, he could now see all he could ever want. It was so painfully close, he could just feel it on the tips of his fingers. Pinning Apollo gets a night he could only dream of, but it won't last forever.

Cold sheets and menthol by some_spooky_shit_right_there (Apollo/Steve, explicit, m/m | 851 words)

Summary: The sensation is like a brain freeze. It's one which Steve savors. Sometime after the events of things like me and things like you shouldn't mix Steve and Apollo enjoy some alone time.

There's nothing simple when it comes to you and I by BloodSplatter (Apollo/Steve, unrated, m/m | 876 words)

Summary: Steve thinks of how he and Apollo can have something between them, but it doesn't go further than that.

Would like you, to be someone else. by Nifki (Apollo/Steve, general rating, multi | 929 words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: Apollo goes to a Summer camp and dislikes Steve while the readers decide what they'll do.

Love Will Tear Us Apart by AllianettemiE5 (Apollo/Steve, unrated, m/m | 1k words)

Summary: He always has been told not to fall in love with anyone who won’t love you back. That statement also included not giving his heart to his best friend.

Breakeven by Chione_chan (5up/Fundy, teen rating, m/m | 1k words)

Summary: “I think it’s better that we, ya know, move on, see other people…” Fundy says. "I gave you everything and you’re just leaving," 5up wants to say. He also feels the profanities buzzing at the tip of his tongue. It was only recently that he’s felt comfortable cussing freely, less concerned about how others perceived him. He wants to hurl obscenities at Fundy but he knows that he’s better than that. Fundy never did deal well with people yelling at him. It made him easy to manipulate, but not in the way 5up would like. Besides, it’d only make him miserable later knowing that he let his mask slip so far.

what if earth just got tired of spinning? by Anonymous (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1k words)

Summary: apollo and steve in love at the end of the world

taught you the ropes; taught you to love by homeward_bound (5up/David/Hafu, teen rating, multi | 1k words)

Summary: [5:05am: hafu wakes up and opens twitter, and after.]

oil and water by Qupid (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1k words)

Summary: Apollo is a puppet on strings, pulled along by a heart that no longer beats.

Apollo's Letter by AllianettemiE5 (Apollo/Steve, mature, m/m | 1k words)

Summary: A letter you found in the hollow of the wall in the cell of Larkhill.

Élet by Nnoitra (5up/Steve, general rating, m/m | 1k words)

Summary: Steve knows his Soulmate is aware of who he is, the neat first words scrawl is proof enough to him. But who?

Inside Your Head by BoxesWrites (Apollo/Steve, mature, m/m | 1k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: When Apollo meets Steve in Vegas, something changes. Maybe a lot changes. But the weirdest thing seems to be that Apollo can hear Steve speaking when his mouth isn't moving.

sunrise symphony by sweetlikesugr (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1.2k words)

Summary: As the first rays of the morning sunshine spill into Steve's bedroom, a memory of a melody fills Apollo's mind.

here's the earliest star by headlessline (5up/David/Hafu, teen rating, multi | 1.2k words)

Summary: And, really… 5up can’t help the way he flops into David’s embrace the second they are close enough to touch. He can’t help the way he buries his face in David’s soft flannel, and he definitely can’t help the deep breath he takes in of floral, woody jasmine. “Hi,” 5up whispers.

Home with you my love~ by RK16 (5up/Steve, general rating, m/m | 1.2k words)

Summary: 5up stresses and Steve calms his worries

we belong in the quietest quiet by headlessline (5up/Steve, general rating, m/m | 1.3k words)

Summary: Steve looks at 5up’s back, his burgundy sweater and whorls of dark hair, and imagines standing up and slow-dancing with him to the hum of Chanel. He wants to slow-dance--to step on toes and awkwardly hover his hand above 5up’s flank--and he wants to touch noses in a platonic kiss, and he wants to lay his head on 5up’s chest, and he wants to stay here forever and make loaf after loaf of cinnamon banana bread, and he wants.

we will grow old as friends (time and hearts will wear us thin by Qupid (Apollo/Steve, general rating, m/m | 1.3k words)

Summary: It’s stupid, Apollo knows it’s stupid as he stares across the hotel room, a whole universe between his and Steve’s beds, and watches the rise and fall of Steve’s chest. Steve is fast asleep, softly snoring in the middle of his bed. His limbs are a mess, thrown everywhere, and his mouth is wide open, drooling all over his pillow.

easy to seduce by Anonymous (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1.3k words)

Summary: Where Steve tries to understand his feelings and the universe doesn't let him take a break.

i could do about anything by neptoons (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1.4k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: a fic about jealousy, uncertainty, and a little courage — where apollo falls for his best friend, and keeps on falling.

Highschool by Paige_crewfu (unrated, gen | 1.6k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: A collection of Crewfu Oneshots in a highschool AU

The Ghosts of What We Could’ve Had by Anonymous (Apollo/Steve, mature, m/m | 1.7k words)

Summary: It’d been months. Months since Apollo had gotten up the courage to send that first DM. Months since he woke up to a text from his best friend every morning, though it was more recent that he’d started sending them first. Months since he’d given Steve a compliment for the first time, months since he made Steve have a laugh attack for the first time, months since he began to have a reason to live again.

housewarming by 5280ft (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1.8k words)

Summary: The thought makes his chest warm, the urge to touch hold feel rearing up, and Steve isn’t one to deny his instincts. He’s a wild animal of a man, he is. He ignores 5up repeatedly asking to be handed cheese in favor of suddenly grabbing him from behind, snaking his arms tightly around his waist and burying his head in 5up’s mess of curls. 5up startles, settles, and then laughs. “What are you doing?”

you would do that for me? by neptoons (Apollo/Steve, general rating, m/m | 1.8k words)

Summary: apollo expresses his love for steve in silly little ways.

gingerbread houses and candy hearts by Anonymous (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 2k words)

Summary: “No Steve, we don’t fucking put that in first, why the fuck would you do that-” “Shut up! I know how to fucking bake. Just let me do this, and you can do everything else!” “You said that last time, you moron. You’re decorating, I’m making the gingerbread house, you dumbass!” “But Apollo-” “This is why you can’t work with other people. Let me do something, for fuck’s sake.” “But it would taste better if you did it like I did-” “Nope. Not talking to you. Either you can sit and watch me make the house, or you can actually help out without trying to change everything.” Steve slumped, clearly done with arguing. “Whatever. It’s not my fault if it tastes like shit.”

Knight in Pink Armor by Chione_chan (5up/Fundy, teen rating, m/m | 2k words)

Summary: Fundy gets stood up. Luckily, there’s a cute leafling to rescue his evening. Kinda.

cafés and clichés by waywiser (5up/Fundy, teen rating, m/m | 2k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: Fundy scoffs. Surely, this guy with the stupid fuzzy sweater and piercing eyes has come in here specifically to irritate him. He hasn’t even ordered coffee for heaven’s sake. Tea! He wants fucking tea, even though it’s almost one o’clock in the morning.

whole world in his hands by Anonymous (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 2.1k words)

Summary: “Hey Apollo, I think the worst thing about America is that they allow racists to live. How about you?” Apollo grinded his teeth together, glaring at Steve. “And how, Steve, does this relate to America’s shit economical status? The thing we’re supposed to make a presentation on?” Steve gave Apollo an awfully pretty grin, leaning onto the desk. “Dunno. I’m sure you can work something out. I just think the fact that racists exist is worse than America’s economic status.”

little mysteries by neptoons (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 2.1k words)

Summary: apollo has a secret, and steve won’t rest until he finds out what it is.

Free Bird by AllianettemiE5 (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 2.1k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: Apollo found himself in need of a new place to live. The opportunity to leave Texas was in front of him, and he chose to follow it. Or, how Apollo discovered his feelings, defined himself, and freed his life from people it was pressured by.

what you fantasize about by homeward_bound (Apollo/Steve, explicit, m/m | 2.1k words)

Summary: [steve has a wet dream about apollo, gets the ride of his life, is sort of jebaited, and realizes he has a humiliation kink, in that order.]

Wolfboy by Anonymous (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 2.2k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: Apollo upgrades to an e-boy by acquiring wolf ears.

picturing me and you (together) by liquorleftovers (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 2.7k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: Steve wakes up incredibly hungover after Hafu's birthday party and finds a picture on his phone of him and Dumbdog kissing. He is left very confused, about a lot of things.

Heat waves by BloodSplatter (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 3.1k words)

Summary: Apollo doesn’t feel well. So he decided to take a week or few off streaming and focus on himself. Week turns into a month, and he doesn't even notice how time flies. Getting out of the burnout is the hardest part, but he's sure that it's possible. Especially when he finds out that his friends were worried about him.

At the end of the world with you by RK16 (5up/Steve, teen rating, gen | 3.2k words)

Summary: 5up finds himself in the middle of a apocalypse then proceeds to find and promptly lose his family.

Inner Workings of Life by amethystvxidwalker (5up/Poki, Apollo/Steve, teen rating, multi | 3.4k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: Tales and drabbles of friends and more <3

trusting fears by 5fu (Hafu & 5up, general rating, gen | 3.6k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: If you asked Hafu, soulmates were worthless. It was something she learned early on, as soon as she had gotten the words on her left arm. Words that have haunted her for years. But that didn't matter. She had no need for any of those silly notions of being "complete." What she needed was to get on with her job aboard the Morn as Second in Command. She was set to, along with her Captain and the rest of the crew, welcome the people of the Fable. They claim to have important information urgently needing to be shared but something's off about them. Hafu just couldn't put her finger on it. Especially their Second, an arrogant pink man. Something feels... wrong.

like a wolf howling at the moon by Anonymous (Apollo/Steve, explicit, m/m | 3.6k words, chaptered)

Summary: steve comes to the conclusion that apollo is in love with him. and so, steve decides to do what he does best: completely fuck with apollo's peace of mind. but apollo knows how to play games, and most importantly, he knows how to win them.

Sometimes it is like that by Anonymous (Apollo/Steve, explicit, m/m | 3.7k works, chaptered WIP)

Summary: Just another party at Hafu's and just another night together in their hotel room. But today Dumbdog was especially flirty while drunk. But why should Steve complain.

the lull of your lips by sweetlikesugr (Apollo/Steve, explicit, m/m | 3.7k words)

Summary: “Welcome to Sugar Pine Hotline, where you can find everything your body craves, and then some more. All you’ve got to do is not be afraid to ask, lover boy.” “Uh, is the guy with the extremely soothing voice working tonight?” “I’m sorry sir, you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” “Ehm, I believe he said he goes by a Rat Boy sometimes? Is that helpful?” “Redirecting you now…”

we lay here for years or for hours (so long we become the flowers) by Qupid (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 3.7k words)

Summary: Steve's words fall from his lips in the form of petals, waiting for him to whisper I love you to the person that holds his heart. Apollo is trapped in a magic slumber and Steve's words would only fall on deaf ears.

Blood and Dogwood Flowers by DeadlyHuggles (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 3.8k words)

Summary: Steve laughed softly at Dumbdog's antics, but the laughter swiftly turned into something much worse. That ever present scratch in his throat grew as he began to cough. He couldn’t stop coughing. His throat hurt so badly, like thorns were digging into them. He felt like something sharp was trying to climb up his throat. He hacked and hacked until at last he hacked up the thing in his mouth into his hands. And then everything stopped. The scratch in his throat was still there, but it was much less severe, merely a tickle than an actual scratch now, and delicately in his palms sat a four petaled, light pink flower with a light green center. Steve felt a bolt of horror go through him as he stared down at the innocent little flower. Hanahaki was a decently rare disease, but often cases of hanahaki were broadcasted and romanticized. There were very few people alive who didn’t know what coughing up flowers meant.

I'll surround you (make you feel sure) by LovelyDayForIt (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 4.4k words)

Summary: The events preceding, during, and subsequent to the Vegas meetup. Follow Steve and Dumbdog through a tale of adoration, panic. Secrets only lead to more secrets, and they can eat up a person inside and out.

My Kinda Love by rosesinwinter (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 5.8k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: 5up as the shy bartender with a pretty voice. Steve as the sarcastic and oblivious runner-from-his-past. Hafu as the meddling best friend. The rest is history.

out of nothing, into more (see the day) by 5280ft (5up/Apollo/Steve, teen rating, multi | 5.8k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: dive out of nothing and into more but i can’t quite tell what i’m hoping for somehow, maybe now, i’ll find the words to say: never thought i’d see the day see the day, the altogether

soften the light that hurts my eyes by homeward_bound (5up/David/Hafu, mature, multi | 8.8k words)

Summary: [hafu has a rough day, 5up has a rough night, david holds them together, and the morning sun casts a gentle warmth over all of them.]

cupid's compendium of extraordinary words by Qupid (5up/Ellum, 5up/Sleepy, 5up/Steve, Apollo/Gumi, Apollo/Steve, Br00d/DK, Koji/Steve, teen rating, multi | 9k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: a series of brief accounts of the word of the day in the only way I know how to express it

lexicon of a simple worm by thebetterwormy (5up/Apollo, 5up/Ellum, 5up/Fundy, Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 10.3k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: a series of little fics based on the word of the day :)

I haven't told you anything yet by some_spooky_shit_right_there (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 11.6k words, chaptered)

Summary: Apollo has always been a great pilot. He never felt more at home than when within the cockpit of his Jaeger. But now, he's been stationed at the Houston base, tiny and empty. His Jaeger comes with him but he doesn't have a copilot anymore. If he's being honest with himself, he isn't really a pilot anymore either.

anthology by sweetlikesugr (5up/Ellum, 5up/Sleepy, 5up/Steve, Apollo/Steve, Koji/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 12k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: anthology [ an-thol-uh-jee ] noun, plural an·thol·o·gies. a collection of selected writings by one author.~ or lav attempts to write a short ficlet based around the word of the day, hopefully every day.

Under the Rose by Hinician (5up/Fundy, unrated, m/m | 14.4k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: 5up, a plant-hybrid witch, encounters an injured Dreamon Hunter lying in his woods. After rehabilitating the Hunter and convincing him that he’s not a Dreamon, 5up thought he’d never see the fox man again. This is in fact not the case.

we should just kiss like real people do by Qupid (Apollo/Steve, mature, m/m | 14.6k words, chaptered)

Summary: Apollo spends his nights walking other people's dreams, but then he moves to LA to live with his good old pal Steve. Suddenly, he is walking Steve's dreams every night, a tourist of his subconscious, and Apollo can't decide if it's the best or the worst thing to ever happen.

The Kind That's Never Done by some_spooky_shit_right_there (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 15k words, chaptered)

Summary: Apollo is fucked. In general, Apollo doesn't really believe in love the way most people talk about it. To Apollo, love isn't some big thing, there's no grand romance that the universe has destined, that's just not how it works. What love is, is having someone that you're happy to be around. When the good parts about someone outweigh the bad parts, when you're content to be around them, that's what love is. And Apollo has lost count of all the good things about Steven Suptic.

loving you is so easy (and I never want to stop) by thebetterwormy (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 17.3k words, chaptered)

Summary: “I didn’t know we had a third roommate,” Steve says, turning the stuffed animal to face him. “Does this mean we can split rent three ways?” (Apollo brings his childhood stuffed dog to his new apartment with Steve. It causes a few... changes.)

Things Like Me And Things Like You Shouldn't Mix by some_spooky_shit_right_there (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, multi | 62.3k words, chaptered)

Summary: Steve startles, just slightly, when he sees the man in his kitchen. And, it's not like Steve checked out the place before signing the lease, because it was cheap and he needed somewhere to stay, so he didn't know if he would have any roommates, but if it's just one, he can deal with it. The guy's about Steve's age, and just as tall, too. Maybe even a touch taller then Steve, but who's keeping track. He looks perfectly normal, which is honestly the most startling thing. His skin is unblemished, and his clothes, while definitely a bit old fashioned, are spotless. His slightly reddish hair is a touch unkempt, but overall he looks like a perfectly normal dude. He doesn't look up when Steve walks in, and he suspects that the guy hasn't even registered that he's there. He's just sitting in one of these creaky old wooden chairs that came with the place. He's looking across the built in table, (and Steve takes a moment to admire it, because he's always found built-ins to add so much character to a house) and he stares blankly at a spot on the opposite wall. Steve decides he should probably just get this out of the way, and moves to address the ghost that's sitting in his new kitchen.

Also!!

spaded_ace’s��sex and vienna collection.

5280ft’s modern metamorphoses: a greek collection and world's worst roommates and co. collection.

Nnoitra’s What happened In Vegas collection.

FAQ:

Wait what is this: pretty straight to the point! i’ll regularly share crewfu-related fanfictions to this blog :)

How regularly is “regularly”?: great question! LOL. it depends on the flow of fanfics that get uploaded, which i do not have any control over, but i’m looking forward to do this twice a month. after all, it’s only me doing this and i often run on a tight schedule.

What’s the format like?:

[title of fic with link] by [author of the fic with link] ([main pairing(s)], [fic rating: eg, general rating], [relationship: eg, m/m] | [word count in k], [added prompt to specify if it’s complete or not])

Summary: [summary provided by the author. if it doesn’t have a summary, a “No summary” prompt will be put instead]

(What does WIP mean again?): Work In Progress :)

Why are you doing this?: from the beginning, my blog has hosted conversations about RPF (real people fiction) and crewfu pairings. this has evolved into people sending me updates about certain fics in the crewfu tags every now and then, but i wanna take the next step and just do these things myself. after all, i’m already lurking in the tags often to see the fics that get posted. as someone who is both a writer and a reader, i wanna appreciate fanfic writers and help out other people that want to read fanfic and consume more fandom content!

Will it be AO3 only?: well, ao3 has a very helpful tag system that makes finding fics incredibly easy, as well as allowing people with no accounts to like and comment on fics, so that’s the site i will personally look in for fanworks. but if there are any fics you’ve written or liked in any other platforms, such as wattpad, you can always contact me through my inbox (send an ask or a dm!), and i’ll make sure to include for the next fanfic spotlight :)

Does it mean you won’t reply to fic asks anymore?: yeah, i guess. since i’ll be doing the searching myself it seems counterproductive. but if i ever skip a fic or again, it’s in another platform, or you’ve posted/read the fic a while ago and you want to get more traction on it, hit me up and i’ll take it into consideration!

Will you read every single one of the fics on your list?: oh no. again, i run on a tight schedule, and also i have my own taste when it comes to fics. i won’t be reviewing fics or any of the sort, and my intention extends to simply sharing these fics to this page so people will have easier access to them :) that’s where ao3 tagging becomes SUPER useful!!!

So what’s the criteria for the way you’ll sort out the fics in your list?: word count, going from lowest to highest. in case of fics in other platforms, i guess i’ll put them at the top of the list. i’ll also be looking for fairly recent fics, so let me know if you want any old-ish fic to be included.

I see you talking mostly about 5up/Steve and Steve/Apollo. Can I still send/see other crewfu fics?: why yes absolutely! my goal is to push every fic which heavily features regular crewfu characters - 5uptic and supdog just happen to be very popular pairings. so, to give you a list: core 4 (5up, hafu, dk, steve), apollo, aipha, annie, janet, kimi, ellum, koji… you know the drill. it doesn’t have to be centered on a relationship, or about 5up in specific, etc. my only requirement is that any of the previously mentioned members are a central part of the fic or are HEAVILY featured in it (sorry, minecraft fics with 50+ tags who only mention 5up as an afterthought won’t make the cut :/).

Isn’t shipping Bad™?: well, it’s a little more nuanced than that. i will go out of my way to discourage and shame people who often violate CCs’ boundaries by acting like so and so has a crush on this person, or that this and that are Actually Into Each Other or secretly dating. any sort of tinhat bullshit is a big nono (think larries). but i run on the assumption that people who write rpf understand that what they’re doing is simply write a completely fictional story using real life personalities, and understand the boundaries necessary to do it - aka they’re not tinhats, they understand they can’t assume everything about CCs’ thoughts and personalities, they understand that what they’re writing is strictly fiction, they keep these works only in fandom circles, etc. (but again, it’s only one me doing this, so please be kind if i don’t happen to know that this person is Actually a tinhat or whatever).

show fic: NO. (seriously. i don’t feel comfortable putting my ao3 account out there. please respect my privacy on these trying times <3)

I REALLY don’t care about your rpf/fic talk: fair! i’ll be tagging every single one of these posts as “fanfic spotlight”, so just mute the tag using tumblr settings so you’ll never have to look at these! likewise, you can follow the tag if you want to keep up with it, or search it on my blog to look at the other entries you might have missed.

Hey, my fic is here and I don’t feel comfortable with it being shared over here: no problem! let me know as soon as you can and i’ll take it down <3

[higuchimon]

[fanfic] Desired Disobedience:  Chapter 2

 Ryou struggled to find a way out of the sigil binding.  He knew there had to be one - nothing was perfect.  Nothing was flawless, not even the bonds Camula had put on him three years earlier.  He knew there was a way out of those, but it wasn't a way he could exploit.  This wasn't like that.  Sigils did have a flaw - if they were wiped out, then their power faded.  It existed only as long as they were whole.  That was why the strongest sigil magic was that forged into metals.  Anything else could be easily destroyed, assuming it was a substance that could be destroyed.

Such as the collar around his neck.  Silver wasn't fatal to vampires - only wood or sunlight truly could harm him - but it wasn't a good feeling by any means.  It didn't help that the collar was just a trifle tight.  He didn't need to breathe but comfort remained regardless, and the collar bit into him.

I wonder if Haou would like to keep this on me.  His thoughts seared with bitterness.  He could honestly believe Haou would like that, though of course one more tailored to his tastes.  It was the kind of thing Haou enjoyed, displaying his mastery over a former enemy.  Johan's leather armor served the same purpose.  So did, in effect, Ryou's vampirism.  Haou defeated them and it showed in everything about them.

He hated Haou but thinking about him gave him a different focus instead of the dark sorcerer who lounged so temptingly close and yet so far away.  The sigils on the floor binding him and the collar around his neck prevented him from doing anything about this.  The longer he knelt here, the closer it came to sunrise, and there didn't exist a sigil that could protect him from the sun.  He wondered if Vail knew that, or cared if he did.

He needs to care.  I can hardly suck Haou dry if I'm a pile of ashes myself.  He'd heard rumors - a vampire always heard rumors, it could hardly be helped, not when he hid in shadows as a matter of course and could hear almost anything others whispered about - that if a vampire were reduced to ashes, they could be restored by someone dropping blood on those ashes.  While he knew the truth or lies of most vampire legends, that one he wasn't sure of.  He'd never asked Camula, and he suspected if it could be done so easily, she'd not be so eager to avenge the slights against her.

His eyes flicked to the wall where he could see a thin beam of morning sunlight slowly starting to rise.  Perhaps something in the movement caught Vail's attention, since the sorcerer turned towards him. 

"Oh, yes.  You do need to hide away from the sun, don't you?"  He smirked, flicking his fingers through Ryou's hair one more time.  "And I suppose you're getting hungry."  It wasn't a question.  Ryou had intended on feeding from him when he'd come here.  But he'd not been able to and now he had to fight every urge in his body, along with the binding sigils.  One said to strike, to feed, while the other kept him as neatly in check as an order from Haou.

"Yes."  That much he could manage to strain out.  He could feel the urge to add a 'master' and bit down as hard as he could to keep it inside.  Vail cupped his chin and stared down at him, lips curved into a very amused smile.

"Say it,"  he murmured.  "You know that you want to.  It's not as if you've never said it before.  You were born to serve a master and now I am that one."

Ryou thought that was so much horse droppings but he couldn't say that, no matter how much he wanted to.  He couldn't read the sigils but he had a pretty good idea that at least one of them forbade him from insulting Vail.  He kept his lips as pressed together as he could. 

"Say it."  Vail's order came crisp and strong and carried by the power of the sigils.  Despite all of Ryou's efforts, his lips parted.

"Master."  It tasted like ashes on his tongue, much as addressing Haou respectfully did.  Perhaps this was even worse.  Haou never claimed to be anything but a monster.  Even before he'd known that Ryou came with intent to deceive him, he'd been quite happy to hurt Ryou should the occasion arise.  This sorcerer forced people to pretend to like him and sucked their lives from them.

Vail groaned in delight.  "Oh, I do like how that sounds.  I could get so very used to that."  He raised Ryou to his feet with a gesture, the sigils releasing him just enough so Ryou could follow him out of the room.  "Perhaps I will, once Haou is disposed of.  Such a bratty child he is."  Vail's nose wrinkled.  "Did you know that I lost a great deal of money because of him once?"

Ryou hadn't known.  Nor did Ryou actually care.  But Vail seemed the type to rattle on about himself whether or not anyone actually listened, just to hear himself talk.

"This was when he first came to serve Brron as a gladiator.  Quite a while ago,"  Vail mused as they walked through well-lit corridors - thankfully lit by magic instead of sunlight.  Ryou listened only because he had no choice.  He'd heard that Haou had once been one of Brron's gladiators and had eventually defeated and killed the Mad King.  "There was another gladiator in the chief position at the time - one Amon Garam."

That wasn't a name Ryou recalled having heard.  He wasn't surprised to find out why.

"I visited Brron in those days and he had his two best gladiators - Garam and Haou, known as Yuuki Juudai in those days, fight one another to the death for our amusement."  Vail breathed in a long deep breath.  "Oh, such a glorious combat it was.  The victor would either become Brron's chief gladiator or continue in the position.  I wagered on Garam.  He had years of experience and a fine deck. All that brat had was talent - a lot of it, I grant."

Ryou really could have done without this.  But Vail seemed to take the long way around to wherever they were going, just so he could keep on talking.  At least he wasn't obliged to answer.  He appreciated that.

"But he claimed victory.  A very stunning upset as well.  Garam's scream when he died was impressive."  Vail sighed again, perhaps in memory.  "And by doing so, he lost me a great deal of money to Brron.  Not that I couldn't afford it, but I don't like losing what's mine.  I decided then and there that the day would come when I defeated that little brat in some fashion.  And thus when I heard of what he did to you - creating such a powerful creature and taming it to his hand - I decided then that I would have you for my own."

I think if I could feel sick, this would do it.  There wasn't much that Ryou liked about being undead.  This particular lack of sensation counted among those few perks.

Finally Vail stopped in front of a door.  "You'll stay here until I come for you at sunset,"  he ordered.  "Now, since it is a while before I'm going to send you to Haou, I might allow you to feed tonight.  If I decide that you deserve it."  He regarded Ryou thoughtfully before reaching out to trace a finger over the sigil-carved collar.  "Do behave yourself.  Haou might threaten you with your brother.  I have someone else I have my eye on."

There were few people that Ryou wanted to protect to the point he'd obey someone he hated.  He didn't want to know who this sorcerer thought he could threaten.  He entered the room, not surprised to find that it wasn't much better than a cell.  No decorations, not even a window slit for air, no windows.  In point of fact, he thought it was a closet that had been emptied out.  Or worse; most closets usually had something that involved air flow.  Not this one.

"Good day,"  Vail purred as he closed the door, and Ryou heard it lock as he did.  There wasn't anywhere for him to sit down save the floor and he settled down there.  With no need to brethe, the lack of air flow didn't bother him, but it did annoy him.  He hated being treated like a thing, like a weapon with no voice or will of his own.  Bad enough that Haou did it - Haou at least allowed him to talk back and provided a room that while it did feature sunlight at inconvenient times of day, did also have areas where the sun never touched.  Haou did that merely to display his superiority over Ryou, not because he considered Ryou a knife that might go bad if left in the sunlight.

The sigils floated around him, as they had since he'd risen up and followed Vail.  They weren't as powerful like this as they were when they were etched into something but they were enough to keep him in check.  He wanted to be anywhere but here.  He had to admit that he didn't mind the idea of draining Haou dry.  It was what the monster deserved, if not worse.  But he refused to do it because someone else wanted him to do it, especially not Vail.

I need a way out of here.  The sigils kept him too tightly hedged, no matter what he tried, though.  What he could do was a little movement, nothing more.  It wasn't even enough movement for him to reach into the inner pocket of his coat, where his deck resided.

The tiniest flicker of a thought occurred to him.  He couldn't be certain if it would work.  He hadn't spoken to them in ages.  Sometimes he wondered if they were even still there.  He pressed his lips together, wondering.  How long had it been?  Oh.  He knew.

Before he'd been captured, before he'd been turned.  Haou had removed his deck when he'd been taken, and he had no idea of what had happened to it until after he'd been turned.  He'd not tried to speak to the spirits in his deck since then.  Since he no longer needed to duel, and he couldn't drag up the enthusiasm he'd once had for it, it didn't seem worth the effort.

Now it seemed like it should be worth it.  He closed his eyes and focused.  The sigils didn't seem to have been made to stop this, at least. 

Ryou?  Cyber Dragon's voice echoed faintly in his mind.  It's been so long. 

"I know,"  he murmured, keeping his voice as low as possible.  "I am sorry.  I - have changed a great deal."

We know. We've watched you as much as we could.  He could feel something similar to scales touch against the side of his neck. When he opened his eyes he could see the shimmering, transparent form of one of his favored monsters hovering near him. But we are yours and you are ours, no matter what.  You need our help.

Ryou didn't like asking for help, but he knew that he needed it right now.  "The collar you can't take off."

No.  Only someone of the blood of the Light can.  Cyber Dragon touched their nose to the collar.  It is beyond our power.  But these sigils?  Cyber Dragon chuffed out a laughed.  Not difficult at all.  But do you want us to?

Ryou at first didn't understand - of course he did.  Then colder sense asserted itself.  If Cyber Dragon could dispel the sigils, then Vail would know.  He would still be in here, unable to escape.  Despite all the tales, turned vampires like him weren't able to turn into mist or bats or whatever else.  He thought Camula might be able to do that, but she'd been born what she was.  That conferred different abilities. 

"Not now,"  he murmured, thinking over what they could do.  "How far away from me can you go?"

Not far enough.  But we won't need to.  We are with you, always.  Cyber Dragon brushed against him one more time.  Rest.  You need that, at least.

He didn't sleep the same way that humans did.  This place wouldn't be as comfortable or as reviving as resting in his own quarters, which contained a significant amount of the native soil that he required.  Native soil, in his case, meant a portion of the soil where he'd grown up.  He'd not thought of the place in many years, until Haou provided the soil for him and he found himself resting much easier.

But he could rest regardless and now he settled himself as comfortably as his surroundings permitted.  Aware of the presence of his spirits, those beings who had fought beside him so many times, he let his mind slip away into that place that was neither awake or asleep, but the infinite resting of those who weren't alive or dead.

As always, he had no idea of how long it had been before he opened his eyes.  What he did know was that outside, the sun had set.  He always woke up at sunset.  He could keep himself awake past sunrise with effort, but it wasn't a good idea.  He waited; Vail would be there soon.  The sigils hadn't changed at all.  He wondered if he really would be allowed to feed.

Without warning the door unlocked and swung open.  Vail stood n the other side, now garbed in an entirely different but equally flamboyant style, and gestured.

"Time to get up.  I see you didn't make any foolish attempts to escape, so I will allow you to feed. Aren't you glad that you behaved yourself?"

Ryou wanted to smile.  But he refused to so much as provide a hint as to what he thought.  Instead, he allowed only certain words to fall rom his lips.

"Yes, master."  He knew he looked forward - if that was the right way to frame it - to an entire week of this.  But he had not survived all of Haou's torture for two years and then the three years of undeath after it to submit to this idiot.  He had endured.  H would endure.

Vail had him follow, returning to the chamber where Ryou had been captured the night before. Once again he was forced to kneel while Vail savored a late dinner, then gestured a servant over.  It wasn't the one that had allowed Ryou in the night before, but someone a bit on the older side, with terrified eyes as she spied Ryou there.  She raised no protests, however, as Vail addressed his captive vampire.

"I have no further use for this one,"  Vail decreed.  "But they're still full of blood.  Take it.  Take every bit of it."

It wasn't the first time Ryou had had his meals chosen for him.  He rose to his feet and made it as painless as he could.  The servant barely had time to cry out before the life faded from her.  Ryou fed, drinking every last drop.  When he was done, he lowered the body to the ground and wiped his mouth clean.  He hated making a mess when he ate, but he often had no choice.

"Not nearly as elegant as what I can do,"  Vail decided dismissively. "But I do look forward to seeing you do that to Haou.  Won't you?"

Ryou searched for the words he wanted to say and that he could say.  He chose them with the greatest of care.  "I believe it will be a fascinating sight.  Master."

"To say the least, my vampire. To say the least." 

Haou played lightly with Johan's hair, thinking.  He'd cleared off most of his schedule and had even entertained himself to the point he wanted something else to do.  Normally he'd pass extra time by either watching someone else duel or feeding his pet vampire.  But the Hell Kaiser wasn't there right now. 

That didn't quite disturb him; he knew the vampire wouldn't be able to do anything that he didn't approve of.  But he didn't like not having Hell Kaiser around.  It was like not having one's favorite toy - well, second favorite toy.  Johan remained his favorite, though the Kaiser made such exquisite sounds of pain.

Where did he run off to?  Normally Hell Kaiser didn't stray far from the castle.  He could travel swiftly as a vampire but he couldn't always be certain of finding a good meal, let alone a proper and safe place to rest.  That was just one of the many ties that bound him to Haou.

He considered carefully, then turned slightly to where Fallen Angel Lucifer stood, observing the quiet antics of his court.  "Could I borrow one of your servants?  I want someone to find Hell Kaiser for me."

Lucifer raised one flawless eyebrow, his wings twitching briefly.  "Oh?  I thought he had a great deal of time before he needed to be back here."

"He does.  That doesn't mean I don't want to know where he is.  They don't have to bring him back.  Just let me know where he is and what he's doing."  Haou shrugged.  He could probably have found the vampire on his own if he put in the effort, but it was starting to get late, and he wanted to get to bed soon.  Sometimes it was quite annoying to have a vampire servant, regardless of how convenient of a punishment it had been at the time.

Lucifer considered. "I think Desire is available. I'm sure he wouldn't mind looking - for a price, of course."  His lips curved into a quick semblance of a smile.  "I'm sure you know what he would want."

Haou chuckled.  "Bring back interesting information and Desire can have him every night for a month."  He knew very well what Fallen Angel Desire could be like when he was in a mood - that was where he'd learned a great deal of what he knew about sex, after all.  Hell Kaiser had picked up a few lessons of his own, whether he liked it or not.

Lucifer tilted his head forward.  "I shall inform him at once."  With a flicker of dark wings he was gone, and Haou returned his full attention to Johan, who stared up at him adoringly.  Haou brushed his fingers against Johan's cheek.  The mention of Desire stirred up that exactly - not that he ever had a lack of it.

"Time for bed," he murmured.  Tonight would be wonderful.

Lucifer flitted through the air in search of his brother.  Desire seldom arrived at Haou's court, but he did turn up for certain occasions.  Like all of the Fallen Angels, once Haou had established his realm, he'd come to pledge his loyalty.  By human standards, he was Haou's uncle, and that required certain actions, just as Haou being the incarnate form of the Destructive Darkness did.

It didn't take long to find Desire.  Desire was never truly hard to find, after all.  He sat perched on a high tower, regarding everything below him, scarlet wings drenched in moonlight.  He had removed his helmet, up here where only someone else who could fly might see him, and Lucifer admired his brother's elegant beauty before he settled down next to him.

"There's a mission for you, if you want it,"  Lucifer said, getting right to the point.  "And I think that you're going to want it.  The reward is something I know you're going to enjoy."

Desire raised an eyebrow lightly.  "Oh?  Do tell." 

Lucifer could already tell that he was interested.  He knew the light in his brother's eyes so very well.  He traced one finger down his own wings carelessly.  "I'm certain you recall Hell Kaiser."

Desire licked his lips, smiling.  "Quite well.  I presume this involves him?"

"It seems he's wandered off a bit.  Haou-sama doesn't want him returned, but he does want to know where he is.  Find him and bring back any interesting information, and you'll be allowed to have Hell Kaiser in your bed for an entire month." 

By the time Lucifer finished, Desire reached for his helmet and slipped it back over his head.  Lucifer quite clearly saw the lust and pleasure written all over his face before the helmet settled into place.  "I'll be back before morning." 

Lucifer chuckled.  "Don't be too noisy when you're enjoying yourself,"  he admonished lightly.  "Some of us enjoy sleeping at night."

 Desire glanced back at him.  "Shouldn't I tell that to you?  You make far more noise than I ever could."  He spread his wings and leaped up into the air, circling carefully as he did.  He was excellent for this task; if once Desire had someone in his bed, then he could locate them again with little effort.  The more he bedded someone, the stronger his sense of their location grew.

While he hadn't had Hell Kaiser all that often, clearly the connection was strong enough, and soon he flitted out of sight.  Lucifer watched him go, before heading to his own quarters. He wanted to be up early; something had been on his mind lately and he wanted to think it through before he approached Haou-sama with his suspicions. 

Desire coasted along through the air, following that inner sense that told him his target lay in this direction.  He wondered vaguely why Hell Kaiser had come out here to the realm of Vail. Perhaps feeding?  He did come out far from Haou's castle when he hadn't been given anyone else to feed on.

I do wish Haou-sama would allow me to keep him for longer than a month.  He would quite enjoy it.  But at least he had this month, if he could find something interesting to bring back to Haou.  If Hell Kaiser met with rebels or something of the sort here, that might be interesting enough to get the reward.

He darted here and there, covering great swaths of territory with each flap of his wings.  He wanted to make certain that he went the right way.  Vampires could cover almost as much ground as he did, and the sun had come up in the morning, which should have driven Hell Kaiser into sleeping somewhere.  Of course, by now he could be traveling again.  Almost anything could happen and Desire found that interesting in and of itself.

It was getting close to midnight before he found any hint of what he was looking for.  He spied a human of perhaps middle-age slumped down beside a fountain, sobbing loudly enough to be heard even from as high above as he was.  He flitted downward and landed next to them.  The human - a female - raised her head to look at him and stared, captivated almost at once as Desire strolled forward.

"What brings you to such tears?"  Desire asked, voice pitched low.  Humans always seemed to react better to soft voices, he'd noticed.  "Has your lord harmed you?"  It certainly wouldn't be the first time.  Everyone knew about Vail and how he maintained himself over the years. 

Slowly the human shook her head, biting her lip.  "I - not really.  But - sort of?"  She wibbled a little.  "My mother works - worked for him.  She was very loyal, very obedient.  She did everything that he wanted for my entire life.  But earlier tonight, she told me that he'd not only discharged her, but he decided she was going to feed his new pet."

Desire cared enough about his brothers to know how infuriating it could be to have someone of the blood disposed of in such a callous fashion. That was her lord's right, of course, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt.  "What sort of pet?"  Perhaps he could at least get her distracted.  He considered visiting Vail to see if he'd seen Hell Kaiser as well.  It was worth a chance.

"A vampire he captured just last night.  All of the servants were warned he would be coming and if he spoke to any of us, to allow him in.  Master Vail planned this for a long time."  She sniffled.  "I think he wants to kill Haou with the vampire."

Desire frowned slightly, though the expression wasn't visible behind his helmet.  "Have you seen this vampire?"

"No.  Master Vail keeps him close.  But rumor has it that the creature belonged to Haou.  That's why he's going to be used to kill Haou."

Desire wasn't going to believe that right away.  But he had his own methods of finding out, some more direct than others.  He brushed one armored hand against the side of her face, his voice laced with magic.

"Your mother is at rest.  Mourn her and move on.  Honor her and her service."  His eyes bored into her mind.  "And forget you ever saw me."

Human minds were far too easy to manipulate, in his opinion.  Not that he would complain about that right now.  He took himself back to the air, planning the next step.  Too soon to return to Haou and he didn't have nearly enough information. It could be Hell Kaiser.  There weren't many other vampires that Haou owned.  One might consider Camula, but if the vampire were male, then perhaps it could very well be him.

He leapt back into the air and soared his way towards Vail's capital city, plotting his line of action.

Ryou knew that sunrise was on the way.  Vail stayed awake just to have the pleasure of toying with him during his time of awareness.  He droned onward about magnificent duels that he'd seen and apparently arranged, and dropped a few hints he wouldn't mind seeing Ryou doing battle.  Ryou had to admit that sounded a lot better than he wanted to think about.

"Duels in my realm take place with these,"  Vail said, tapping a spiked collar with matching armbands.  "They inflict damage upon whoever uses them when damage to one's life points occurs.  Of course, as you are undead, it won't have the same effect on you, would it?  Just imagine how high I can set the damage."

Ryou refused to respond at all.  Hearing from Cyber Dragon made him feel a little better.  He hadn't seen any of the spirits since being brought out of that closet, but he could feel the awareness of the other spirits, from Cyber End Dragon all the way to the Cyberdarks.  The Cyberdarks seemed interested in this damage inflicting system, but not enough to encourage him to take them up.

Vail looked as if he were about to get up and head on to bed, probably tucking Ryou in the closet at the same time.  Before he did, a servant entered, bowing low.

"Vail-sama,"  the servant spoke when the dark sorcerer granted permission.  "You have a guest. Fallen Angel Desire has arrived, requiring lodging."

Vail smiled.  "Is that so?  How fascinating."  He turned his attention to Ryou.  "You know him, don't you?  I have heard rumors.  Quite thrilling ones."

He didn't seem to really want an answer this time.  Ryou took pleasure in not giving it.  Vail gestured for him to stay where he was as he headed out of the room.  Ryou did not relax for a moment.  He wasn't certain of what to think of Desire being there, if Desire even was.  He'd not trust that until he saw the Fallen Angel for himself, and he might even not trust it then.  There were shapeshifters and illusionists everywhere.

But why would Desire be here, if it was him?  Ryou didn't know the answer to that.  Desire normally remained in what had once been Norbu - it had been renamed but Ryou couldn't remember what the new name was.  Though given that Haou intended to 'celebrate' having had Ryou turned, perhaps he'd arrived for that.  It would be like him. 

A handful of minutes later, Vail entered the chamber, with a familiar figure by his side.  Ryou sniffed the air and knew at once this was Desire. He would never mistake that scent. 

Desire regarded him thoughtfully, then glanced at Vail.  "So you do have him.  I wouldn't have thought it possible to bind him like this.  The bond between a created vampire and their sire is quite strong."

"Oh, I don't doubt that Camula could break the sigils if she were here,"  Vail said with a wave of one hand, resuming his place on his favorite lounge and gesturing Desire to seat himself elsewhere.  "But she's not, and I'm having her distracted elsewhere.

"How fascinating."  Desire lounged backwards, all of his attention on Vail.  Ryou kept himself as still as he could.  He wasn't sure what to make of this new turn of events.  He couldn't guess at why Desire was there or why he spoke to Vail so civilly.   "I gather you intend to have him feed off Haou?  Why else take his pet vampire?"

"Oh, I have more uses for him than that.  You, of all beings, can see what other uses he might have."  Vail laughed a silken laugh.  "He could also be a fine duelist again.  Have you ever seen these?"  He tapped the shock collars he'd left on the table, explaining what they could do.  Desire made sounds of appreciation and enjoyment.

"I've heard that he's a spectacular duelist, or used to be one at least,"  Desire agreed.  He regarded Ryou as one might regarded a pretty hollow trinket.  "I quite agree that seeing him defeat an opponent could be fascinating. Especially as he cannot feel the damage in the same way.  When did you intend to try him out with these?"

Vail pressed one finger against his lip.  "I think I can arrange an opponent for him tomorrow night.  Did you intend to watch?"

"Oh, I think I would love that.  I must inform my brother, of course, that I have been unavoidably detained."  He waved one hand.  "But you don't have to worry about that.  We can communicate with one another easily with magic."

Vail nodded, waving one hand.  "As you wish."  He smirked, regarding Ryou again.  "I am aware that you've had him in your bed before.  Would you care to renew your acquaintance?  He'll be rather quiet unless I wish otherwise.  If that matters?"

"I do prefer him making some noise.  But I would indeed enjoy his company."  He snorted briefly.  "I swear to you, my brother Lucifer thinks he can command my loyalty to Haou merely because we share blood.  I would watch him drain all the life from that upstart and Lucifer and enjoy the sight."

That made rather more sense to Ryou than he would have especially enjoyed.  But his opinion on any of this wasn't asked, as Vail had him get up and follow Desire through the corridors and to the quarters Desire had been assigned.  The door closed and locked behind them, and Desire settled down on the bed, pulling out a silver crystal from nowhere.  He regarded it for a few moments before he breathed on it, then whispered, "Lucifer, dear brother.  Answer me."

To Be Continued

Notes: And next week I finish this up!

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Perfect Distractions

A/N: whew! Lots to say, lots to make up for! I hope you’re all still here? After a whole lot of life happenings, I finally set a hard deadline for myself to get this done and here it is (on my 23rd birthday no less, bc that’s exactly the type of motivation I need)

First of all, I’m so so sorry for leaving so suddenly and for so long. The short of it is a very bad mix of family tragedy, extra stuff at work, and then a quick health scare made finding time to write this year veerrryyy difficult. But I’m back!! And I promise, even if we can’t ever make it back to that 2 posts a week schedule (I mean, I’ll try my best!!!), I won’t abandon this story completely. I love it so much, I have so much still planned, and hopefully *peers out* if you’re all still here with me, you love and miss these lovesick dorks too. 

And thanks so much for the messages and comments in my absence too! They meant everything to me <3 

And so in true fanfic community fashion, and because I do believe you’ve all waited long enough: Enjoy this ~3K, mostly smut chapter as my apology. Also, the first bit is taken from a prompt by @mo-nighean-rouge about guys and their girlfriend’s scrunchies, so enjoy that too!

And thank you all again, for not giving up on me!

Claire’s probably not drunk, Jamie only knows one dance, and as always, the facts of this fanfic are contrived specifically to make fluffy university/modern-day au scenarios. Please let me know what you think!

Part One: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] | Part Two: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Three: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Four: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Five: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Six: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Seven: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eight: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Nine: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Ten: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eleven: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Twelve: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [ Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Thirteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Fourteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] Part Fifteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Sixteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Seventeen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eighteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Nineteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Twenty: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Twenty-One: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Twenty-Two: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Twenty-Three: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]

Part Twenty-Three: Timing | Chapter 5

“You’re like—really bad at this, huh?”

“I’m trying no’ to step on yer toes.”

“Ohhh,” Claire giggled, “Is that why we’re dancing on the off-beat?”

“Och, aye.” Even in the dim light of the hotel’s reception hall, he could already see the effects of her last few drinks painting her face in faint dustings of pink. “And it doesna help that ye’ve drank a bit more than I have.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, not disproving his statement in the slightest.

“I’m not drunk.”

“Never said ye were,” he chuckled, nuzzling her cheek with his nose. “Though, ye’re skin’s a bit warm, lass. Are ye alright?”

“It’s these damn curls. It’s too bloody hot!” She sighed, stepping out of his arms to reach up and shake out her hair but losing her balance in the process.

He rushed to steady her, laughing shamelessly all the while – and even more so when he saw her thoroughly displeased expression.

“I’m fine,” she said before he could even open his mouth.

He nodded, definitely believing her as he released her waist and put his hands up in good faith.

With a great deal more care this time, she gathered her hair up and away from her neck with a huff.

Poor wee thing.

With little more than a flick of his wrist, he was holding out a hair tie to her.

She blinked once. Twice.

“What is that?”

“Christ lass, how much have ye had?”

A moment to enjoy her pout at him.

“No, I know what it is. Why do you have one, I mean.”

It was his turn to blink at her then.

“I always carry one for ye, ‘round my wrist in case ye need it.”

More and more, her reactions – or in this case, lack thereof – did nothing to refute his overall judgement of her inebriation. It was a full 9 seconds of a genuinely blank, only slightly baffled, expression; he counted.

“You what—?”

She shook her head, seemingly gathering some semblance of coherence as she cupped his cheeks with both hands and kissed him.

“You—” She tried again. “—are a god amongst men, James Fraser.”

He chuckled, his hand skimming the back of her neck as he returned the kiss in thanks.

“Shall I help ye wi’ that, mo chridhe?”

“No, no, I’ve got it,” she said over his insistence otherwise, pushing away from him and wobbling slightly on her heels.

Resigned and as irretrievably smitten as ever, he stepped around and let her back prop against his chest, steadying her by the waist as she tied her hair up.

The lights hanging above them changed into a soft blue haze as the raucous swing faded into something far gentler.

“Oh, we can do this one!” Claire said suddenly, turning in his arms and urging him to start swaying. Jamie, like so many other times since he met her, gladly let her lead.

He snaked his arms around her waist, sliding over the soft fabric hugging her hips as she smoothed her own hands past his shoulders and, tucking her head under his chin, draped her arms down his back.

She was right, it was no more a dance than the drunken stupor some of the bride’s relatives had already fallen into. Though just a touch more romantic, he supposed.

He held her close, feeling the calm rise and fall of her chest against his, as even and relaxed as it was right before sleep. Wholly vulnerable and entirely safe, just like he always felt with her.

A laugh floated above the music from across the room where Jamie could see Willie and his new bride feeding cake to each other. The fairy lights delicately hung around the hall cast the newlyweds in a soft glow and Jamie felt like he was watching the end of a movie, except that he knew – had countless childhood memories – with the leading man.

Willie was the youngest of his extended cousins, just a year younger than Jamie himself, and Jamie easily recalled the image of a much smaller, pudgier version of the groom stumbling to catch up with Rupert and Angus as they jaunted around the grounds of Lallybroch every summer.

Jamie didn’t know the bride though. As frequently as their childhoods intersected, he and Willie were never close enough to share much about their personal lives save the informal summer catch-up. Willie had met her at school in America; a point well-discussed, if discreetly, by nearly every relative he’d spoken to today, plus Jenny whom always swears she’s not a gossip immediately before proving herself wrong.

She seemed lovely though, with a big laugh that filled the room and – as far as Jamie could see as he held Claire and watched the dessert table – lit up Willie’s eyes like the child Jamie remembered. Of course, the Mackenzies were steeped in tradition and no stranger to gossip, he mused, whether it be a foreign girl marrying the clan’s youngest son or—

He stopped himself too late and swallowed the thought the same way he reigned back the tension that rushed to his fist

—or a lifelong farm boy marrying the clan’s only daughter.

He flexed his fingers and opened his palm onto the small of Claire’s back, pulling her closer to erase the tension completely.

Not that it mattered in the slightest, but he did wonder whether to expect the same kind of discreet – or even brazen – disdain from the Mackenzies for Claire if—

When—

Then an entirely different thought supplanted and overrode everything else.

She moved against his chest slowly, then pushed back to look up at him and only then he realized he had said her name out loud.

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He was staring at her again, in that unnerving way that presented his thoughts to her, his emotions, just past a veil of inscrutability. Like he himself wasn’t sure he wanted her to know the sheer depth of whatever storm was brewing behind his blue eyes.

More often than not, she wasn’t on the receiving end of this mask. At least, not without pretense. The last time she could really recall not being able to divine his thoughts was their anniversary spent huddled under a blanket in the estate’s backyard.

“What is it?”

“I—” He wet his lips, swallowed, and Claire watched carefully. Watched how his eyes looked straight at hers, and yet seemed as though they were seeing so much more than what was right in front of him.

She waited, 8 full bars of music before he chuckled and shook his head. His warm hand at her back pressed their bodies together and he flexed his fingertips into her skin as his head bent to her ear.

“Ye look absolutely stunning in that dress, mo chridhe.”

Something inside Claire deflated, but she smiled nevertheless as her shoulders released some unwarranted tension.

“Finally found your words, have you?” she said, butting his nose with hers.

“Aye, I have.” He lowered his voice to a soft rumble that Claire could feel pressed up against his chest. “I lost them for a moment, in that mystery of a bra ye’re wearing.”

She stifled a giggle into his shoulder.

“I’m serious, Sassenach,” he went on. “Just how in hell is it holding everything together?”

“Double-sided tape, and a prayer?” she offered, pulling back slightly to peer up at him from under her lashes, and lowering her tone to match his. “Of course, you’re welcome to find out for yourself.”

She felt his repressed groan travel up to his throat, and saw vestiges of that same sentiment in the narrow and quite incendiary glare he gave her.

Now it was her turn to wet her lips.

Then the spell was broken. He tutted at her, tilting his head to one side slightly as if sizing her up.

“’Such a shame, lass,” he tutted at her, “As drunk as ye are—”

“What?” She blinked at him. “No, I told you I’m not drunk, Jamie.”

“Aye, ye are,” he insisted with a shrug. His voice was casual but his eyes, Claire could see, were sending her a different message entirely. “It’s really too bad but, I guess we’ll have to get ye back to the hotel room, aye? As soon as possible.”

Understanding bloomed as quickly on her face as his air of aloofness dissipated. 

“Well,” she said, trying in vain not to mirror his wide grin. “I suppose if you think so.”

“I do,” he said softly, squeezing her hand in his.

In 30 minutes’ time, they had made their obligatory rounds of congratulations and goodbyes, narrowly avoided Jenny’s insinuating remarks, and piled themselves into a cab.

And 25 minutes after that, Claire had Jamie pressed into a hallway wall with her fingers systematically mussing his once perfectly groomed hair.

“Sass—mm—Sassenach!” he struggled between her relentless lips. “We havena—gotten to the room yet.”

He had been right, goddamn him. Claire was just tipsy enough to feel uninhibited. Her blood was boiling, and she couldn’t find it in herself to give two shits about any guests that might decide on an after-midnight stroll through the hall.

She bit his lower lip and revelled in his groan, lathing it over with her tongue as one hand left his hair and travelled downward to untuck his shirt.

He caught her wrist and pulled gently on her hair, making her whimper in protest. 

“Ja—Ah!”

Claire suddenly felt her feet leave the ground as Jamie threw her bodily over his shoulder.

“Jamie! Jamie, put me down!” She was dangling over him helplessly and began to pummel her fists into his back and kick her legs to no avail.

“Keep still, lass,” he laughed, pressing a quick kiss to the fabric-covered arse situated right next to his cheek. “Or ye’ll kill me ‘afore we get to the room.”

“Likely!”

She wriggled against him all the way to their door, finally stilling as she heard the telltale beep of their key-card lock.

Achingly slow, Jamie let her slide down his front and they both inhaled sharply when her leg brushed up against the length of him.

One breath.

The click of the door handle.

Another breath.

Then the world turned on its axis and Claire found herself pressed into the other side of their door, her eyes only briefly taking in the sight of their hotel room before they closed in rippled pleasure as Jamie sunk his teeth into her collarbone.

“Christ,” he murmured into her skin as his lips travelled lower. “I’ll have to go to confession for all the thoughts I had of ye during the ceremony.”

His stubble scratched at the soft skin between her breasts and she arched into him, turning any remark she might have had for him into a sweeping gasp.

Her arm rose to tug at her straps, but Jamie caught her wrist and pinned it to the door just above her head, pressing himself harder into her as his knee slid between her legs.

“No lass. Keep it on.”

The deep rumble of his voice shot straight to her core and she rocked shamelessly onto his insinuating knee. That familiar ache between her legs was getting more urgent by the second and she knew it could take one quick turn of her heel to have him on the floor, hers to ride. But—

“I have to—Wait—” She gasped, at war with herself as she pushed Jamie back by the shoulder.

Jamie came back up immediately, searching her eyes for whatever was wrong, but she shook her head.

“You did want to see how this bra works, and I’d much rather have it off anyway.”

She wiggled her hand until he released her wrist and took one step back, his other hand never leaving her waist as he watched her pull the straps down past her chest.

“You’ve gotta untie the—”

He understood and began loosening the ties between both pads. Slowly, methodically. She watched his brow furrow as he mentally worked out the strapless, backless contraption for himself.

The strings came loose, and Claire heaved a full-chested sigh of relief. One that quickly turned into a squeak as Jamie’s finger lightly traced the outline of the pad.

The curious quirk in his eyebrow suddenly felt all the more erotic as he closed his eyes, bent his head to the side of one breast, and slowly pulled at the adhesive, lathing the irritated skin with his tongue as more and more of it was revealed to him.

Now Claire’s breath came in short spurts. Her head fell back, and her hands came up to thread in his hair as he massaged and kissed and nuzzled his way across her chest.

Finally, he peeled off the last bit of adhesive, stopping to give the contraption one last look before casually tossing it over his shoulder. Then, very gently, he replaced the straps at her shoulders and pressed a delicate kiss to each.

A gesture Claire would otherwise find heartbreakingly sweet, had his previous work not rendered her heaving and near-sobbing with her heart pounding loudly in her ears.

When he at last came up to meet her eye, two equally molten stares dared each other to move.

“I told ye I wanted to take ye in that dress.”

She rose on her toes, closing what little space they had left between them to butt her nose against his.

“So take me then.”

His mouth was on hers in an instant, her head thudding softly against the door as his whole body enveloped her, consumed her like the fire she’d willingly walk with him into.

The heat of his palms felt like it was searing through the fabric as his hands skimmed up her thighs, bunching the dress up around her hips. With few words but so much more between them, she kicked off her heels to wrap her legs around his hips.

Lightning darted through her as she rubbed against his hard length on her ascent, and Jamie groaned into her hair. Very much liking the sound, and more so revelling in the knowledge that he was as helpless in her arms as she was in his, she pressed her back into the door and rolled against him again.

His jaw clenched, his fingers pressing into her hips as he took long and measured breaths, and Claire was elated, alight with renewed desire.

And very likely as intoxicated as he’d thought she was. Not that she’d admit that to him.

In a flurry of moans and blind stumbles, she felt her back finally hit the mattress as her legs dangled off its side. Jamie’s hands on her hips pulled her closer to the edge, once again bunching up the dress, and she was lost in a haze until she felt the tickling of Jamie’s hair and stubble against her inner thighs.

“Fuck,” she swore as Jamie ran one finger down her panties. He hooked that same finger under the cloth and pulled at it slowly.

“You should be off to confession after this as well, lass,” he chuckled, nuzzling his nose and chin back up her legs.

“Oh shut up and—” The last of that sentence was lost in a gasp as his tongue prodded gently against her inner folds. His hand, which had since been drawing meaningless patterns on the back of her knee, travelled up to spread her legs further apart just as he pressed the flat of his tongue onto her core.

Her hips bucked up off the bed then with a sharp groan and she could feel the bloody bastard smirking as he brought his other arm down across her waist to keep her steady.

Her teeth were nearly puncturing her bottom lip as she tangled her fingers into Jamie’s hair and pulled.

Placing a kiss just under her navel, he rose up to quirk an eyebrow at her.

“Ready, I’m—” she started, trying to speak and refill her lungs at the same time. “I need you. Now.”

The look he gave thoroughly erased all her hard work as her breath rushed out of her again. He stood straight, eyes never leaving hers, as he made quick work of his belt.

“Ye dinna have any idea what you look like right now,” he said, voice thick with feeling.

The more pragmatic side of Claire’s mind – wherever it was at the moment – could take an easy stab at the thought; dishevelled and sloppy, and in an alarming state of undress. But she knew – and frankly, could see – Jamie’s mind was decidedly somewhere else.

“Spread out like that, Sassenach.” She could feel the deep timbre of his voice leaving goosebumps up her arms. “Waiting for me, wi’ yer hair all mussed and yer chest heaving—Christ—I’d gladly burn in Hell just for the privilege of seeing ye’ so.”

She inched herself further onto the bed as he finally bent to join her, pulling away just slightly as he leaned in to kiss her.

She smirked.

He rumbled.

“Tease.”

In less than a breath, she was lost in insistent lips and warm, roaming hands steadily making their way downwards until, like all her cells converging onto a fixed point, she felt his thick cock press into her.

“Mmmgh—Jamie!”

Instinctively, she hooked one leg around his hip and gasped greedily for air as he buried his head into her neck.

She draped her arms over his shoulders, dancing to the only choreographed rhythm she knew Jamie had memorized, a timing and movement he could never get wrong as he answered every twist and curve and grind with his own. Keeping in time with a single heartbeat shared between them. 

Moans and sighs accented their growing crescendo, higher and higher as he pushed in deeper, faster, until Claire crested. Her back arched off the bed, feeling weightless and shapeless, if only to better mould her body to his as she shattered around him and carried him off with her.

By the time Claire opened her eyes again – minutes or hours after – Jamie was peacefully snoozing beside her, his lips in a wide smile that tugged sharply at her heart. With eyes firmly shut, he reached, found, and tucked her neatly under his chin with a content hum.

“Jamie…?” she whispered. One bold hand came up to smooth down his hair, all the while waiting for his eyes to open.

When they didn’t, Claire snuggled closer into him, pressing a soft kiss at the base of his neck.

She hadn’t forgotten, even through the haze of alcohol and everything that followed.

“Jamie?” she tried again, louder, to no response.

It wasn’t the first time he’d stared at her like that, back at the reception, though she hoped the next time he did, it would be the last.

She smiled, comforted in the fact that whenever it happened to be, it was one of the few things in her life that was inevitable. She could – and would – safely let the tide deliver her there with the utmost faith in its certainty.

“It’s already a yes,” she said softly, into the night, “all you have to do is ask.”

[End of Part 23]

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[ariennemalfoy]

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dramione Fanfics

Longer (Completed):

All You Want by Senlinyu (172,268 Words): Eighth Year at Hogwarts was supposed to be Hermione’s. And it is, just not in the way she expects. Omegaverse fic. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15153092 

Dangerous Desires by Fortem (182,350 Words): Draco Malfoy is an alpha and he is very used to getting what he wants but when his marriage negotiations begin his life gets far more complicated. Hermione Granger is an omega and just wants to be taken seriously. She'll do anything to overcome her station, even if it means making deals with a certain irritating Alpha. 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11895291/1/ 

The Unofficial Diary of an Omega by MrsRen (29,178 Words): Hermione is certain this heat cycle will be the same as always. Except Luna Lovegood, close friend and fellow Omega takes it upon herself to create a service that matches Omegas with compatible Alphas. What Luna fails to mention to anyone at all, is the aspect of the soulmate bond. [Wizarding AU where Voldemort died in the first war.] [WIZARDING TINDER.] 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12996809/1/ 

A Heated Marriage by mrsaturtle (Deleted)(18,224 Words)                                           (feel free to email ArienneMalfoy@gmail.com for a copy)        Hermione Granger has lived with her guardian Lord Snape for a decade but now she's crossing Engl and  to meet her intended, an alpha who can't wait to get his h and s on her. Her suppressants have stopped  and  when her heat crashes over her, a man she barely knows will become the only one who can get her through it.

Oneshots:

My Alpha, Draco by Lashes to Ashes (4599 Words): As the looming threat of Lord Voldemort draws ever closer, Hermione is given a secret mission. Get close to Draco Malfoy. All it took was one night. One night for the truth to come out and turn everything upside down. My take on an Alpha/Omega fic. Very mature and explicit - lots of lemons! 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13093055/1 

Marked by Monsterleadmehome (4492 Words):  Hermione Granger's heat wasn't supposed to start for another two weeks. But that was before the intoxicating scent of an unknown alpha triggered it as they passed in the atrium. Can she make it through the rest of the day before starting her leave? And who is the mysterious alpha who smells like her perfect mate?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17046587 

Feeling the Heat by Flightglow32 (3241 Words): Hermione has a little problem when magical maintenance strike causing the Heat to rise. A/B/O fic. Smut

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16123583 

Basic Instincts by Safewordisdevilssnare (2382 Words):  Being an omega in a war-torn Britain is bad. It's even worse since she was in heat and on the run from an Alpha tracker hot on her heels.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15214649?view_full_work=true 

An Omega for his Birthday by weestarmeggie (2305 Words):  Hermione Malfoy's husband, her Alpha, is avoiding her and she doesn't understand why. 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12959705/1/An-Omega-for-his-birthday 

Blood Moon Mania by dangelina (6883 Words):"A condition of mania used to describe sexually receptive females influenced by the desire to reproduce. Symptoms include changes in a witches’ scent, hyperactive senses, high body temperature, altered behavior, rapid breathing, heart palpitations. During the height of Frenzy a witch may release pheromones as ovulation occurs. These pheromones are known to cause aggression and altered mental states akin to madness."Hermione never was one for Divination. Unveiling the future through dreams? Tea leaves? How the stars sit in the sky? Seems woolly.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21021698?view_full_work=true 

Sheer Lunacy by dangelina (9263 Words): “It’s nightshade wine. I don’t believe they use Deadly Nightshade anymore.” Draco mused, holding his glass by the stem as he swirled the wine in slow circles, “They say it causes delirium and hallucinations.”“The plant or the wine?” She eyed the Slytherin in astonishment.Malfoy lazily shrugged.Hermione glanced at the glass in her hand suspiciously before bringing it to her lips once more.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21144653?view_full_work=true

On Hinges, On Haunches zoomzoomzuppa (6732 Words):  Draco is the alpha of his pack in a world forgotten by sleeping gods.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16471271

WIPS:

The Program by ComfortableSilences: Alphas and Omegas depend on each other for relief from their designation. The longer that they deny their bodies' needs the worse the symptoms become. An Omega's heats will only get worse and more frequent, while an Alpha loses his control completely is launched into a rut. The Ministry launches a program to help deal with the Alpha/Omega problem in the Wizarding World. They offer the chance for relief without admitting to your designation. A matching system where an Omega can use an Alpha to see her through her heat and an Alpha can use an Omega to keep his sanity. The best part is it is completely anonymous, the matches are decided based on mutual attraction to each other's pheromones, and a potion prohibits the brain from recognising your partner.Hermione Granger has never been with an Alpha, her heats are becoming unbearable. Draco Malfoy begins to lose control of his body in his fight against his own designation. Ultimately they surrender to the program, knowing they have to face the inevitable lest they lose their own or take someone else's right to consent.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21048587?view_full_work=true 

Every Part of Me by PotionChemist: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy have been hiding a secret for the past five years. Something brought them together during sixth year and then the war ripped them apart. Four years after Voldemort’s defeat, Hermione is married to Ron Weasley and Draco has recently married Astoria Greengrass. When they reconnect at the annual Victory Ball, Hermione tells Draco something about himself that he never knew, and it explains why he’s been dreaming of her since he let her go…Is it possible that Fate herself tried to unite the two sides through Hermione and Draco? How did all of this begin in the first place? Can their damaged bond be repaired five years later?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18289409?view_full_work=true 

Bite First, Ask Questions Later by Daredevilsinthedetails, Kaylessi: Their world was at a boiling point. Currently, 25% of the magical world consisted of born Alphas and not a single new English Omega had presented since Halloween of 1981. Aggression, possessive behavior, and battles for dominance between the Alphas were making magical Britain a relative warzone. A laundry list of nefarious deeds by one deemed to be light and the cure to all of their problems resting on the shoulders of three unsuspecting students…what could go wrong?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20253814?view_full_work=true 

Closer by istsjustsilver: There is something wrong with Hermione.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17080448?view_full_work=true 

Mine by mrsaturtle: Alphas and Omegas are a rare thing in Wizarding Britain. With slim options of Alphas, who aren't married or horrible men, Hermione all but begs Draco Malfoy, of all people, to get her through this heat. What happens when years of animosity and misunderstanding crash around them mixed with urges and uncovered desires. 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13032480/1/Mine 

Cherry Mint by dirtymudblood: "He could smell her.Even multiple train cars away, he could smell her. Except, Draco didn’t know who she was. He ignored his natural instincts to pant like a dog and follow the scent to the omega in the beginning stages of heat. Instead he willed himself to rub his knuckles against the rough wood of the table in front of him."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21053894?view_full_work=true 

Omega and Alpha by JLWeaker: Wherein, Hogwarts is a place in enriching werewolves with their origins, history and potentially finding their mates and the houses are sort of packs that have little clusters in it. Harry was sorted to Slytherin were pureblood werewolves are located and becomes Draco’s Beta while Hermione is sorted to the Ravenclaw where unknown origins of wolves are sorted where she is under the care of Alpha Luna Lovegood.It was rare to find a mate outside of your house so when Draco had a hint that Hermione was his mate. It became a lot more complicated when a prophecy was thrown in the mix and a whole lot facts such us Hermione being human bred at the same time an Omega . Also, Hermione hasn’t turned and isn't fond with Draco because of their first meeting. So how will this story turn out? Just read it will you?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20414440?view_full_work=true 

These Walls by ArmyofBees: Hermione has eighth year planned out: throw herself into her studies, ace her N.E.W.T.s, and figure out a way to get her parents back. There are just a few minor wrinkles: PTSD, memory charm reversal, and face-like-a-Greek-god-but-morals-looser-than-his-purse Draco Malfoy. Oh—also the fact that Hermione is the first known omega to present in half a century and accidentally triggers an ancient, morally-grey spell that leaves the wizarding world's most eligible (and ineligible) Alphas spilling blood and galleons in a fight for a relationship with Hermione that she doesn't even want. Oops?By the end of it all, Hermione Granger is filthy rich, Draco Malfoy talks about his internalized misogyny in therapy, and Lucius Malfoy hasn't changed a bit.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17097656?view_full_work=true 

Dramione:A History of Magic:  Dramione Drabble collection

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15377496?view_full_work=true

All that is Rare by smithandbarrowman (Alpha Hermione!):In the wizarding world, it has long been assumed that men are Alphas and women are Omegas. However, when Hermione Granger discovers that assumptions are rarely factual, her status as one of only a handful of female alphas that has ever existed has men falling at her feet.But there’s only one man she wants, and like the male alphas before her, the hunt is on until he bears her mark.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21267383?view_full_work=true

[thinkyoureholy]

Blood Lust [1]

Requested by @what-muses : May I request a Sehun/reader fanfic that it's the future and vampires have taken the world and the surviving humans are either blood banks or their servants? Sehun the vampire of course xD. Please and thank you

[a/n: this will be a relatively short story...i think...]

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Pairing : Oh Sehun / Reader

Genre : Angst, fluff, suggestive language, Vampire! AU

Words : 2k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11. Pt 12. Pt 13. Pt 14. Pt 15.

[Set in the year 2145]

-100 Years Ago; 3rd person P.O.V-

“How the hell are we supposed to kill these things?!” The U.S head of security yelled out in the middle of the meeting.

The world leaders were all having a meeting to try and get rid of the things that threatened the whole world’s population. These creatures had appeared out of nowhere, the outer appearance letting them blend in with the rest of humanity but they were far from being human. These creatures came out of hiding once they figured that they could wipe the human race out with a snap of their fingers. One of theirs was worth at least a thousand human soldiers and then some. They were practically unkillable. The humans have been fighting against these things for the good part of thirty years. The overall population having decreased significantly over those years. The leaders of the world had no idea how to kill them so they only had one thing left to do, surrender.

Hours into this meeting the humans called on the one tormenting them. He came as soon as they called, a smug smile on his face as he walked into the room like he owned the place. The humans were too afraid to even look at him all but a few averted their gaze. The ones that kept their eyes trained on him were starstruck as they took in his flawless features. He had ridiculously sharp features at that; striking eyes, plump lips, a sharp nose with a sharp jawline to tie in his whole face. It was in that moment they knew that there was no way this man could be human, he was just too perfect. He met each and every one of theirs eyes, flashing his brilliant bright red eyes, the humans cowering in fear.

“Let’s begin shall we? Why don’t we start with names? I’ll go first, “ He said with a wicked smile, “Oh Sehun and believe me...the pleasure, is all mine.”

-Present Time; Y/N’s P.O.V-

I ground my teeth together as I kept my gaze straight ahead, my fists clenched tightly at my sides. Pissed was an understatement to how I felt, I was absolutely livid. I had just been sold to the most powerful vampire in the country for a measly two hundred fucking dollars. Not only was I livid at the amount my previous owner had taken for me but the fact that I was sold in the first place. I was a living breathing human being for fucks sake, why do I have to be subjected to this life of fear and humiliation?

I could barely keep the anger and disgust in my eyes at bay as my new “owner” came to stand in front of him. I set my jaw at seeing a smirk settle on his face, resisting the urge to scoff and roll my eyes. He must have sensed my feelings, the smirk on his face growing into a full blown grin.

“You’re gonna be a handful aren’t you?” He asked, his voice as smooth as silk, his condescending tone not going unnoticed, “Will I have to train you properly? It seems like your previous master didn’t work out all your kinks.”

“No.” I responded curtly, my fingernails digging into my palm.

“No what?”

I could feel that the vein across my forehead was about to burst, already hating his guts, “No...Master.”

He chuckled at the word, straightening out, “As much as others like their...pets...calling them master...I prefer sir.”

He looked at me expectantly, having fun watching me hold myself back. I remained defiant, keeping my head held high. This seemed to irritate him, his eyes flashing red in warning. I remained unfazed, that was until his hand came up to grab at my throat, squeezing hard enough to where I was finding it harder and harder to breathe as the seconds ticked by. I tried keeping my face blank but the longer he kept my neck in his hold the more my resolve was starting to break. Before I could pass out he let up on his hold, his hand still on my neck.

“I expect an answer whenever I speak to you.” He said in a gravelly voice.

I kept my lips shut causing him to apply pressure on my neck once more. I winced as I nodded but that didn’t seem to appease him.

“Use your words.”

“Yes...sir.” I managed to choke out, his hand finally leaving my throat as those words left my mouth.

“Get out, I’ll see what I do with you tomorrow.” He said, turning away from me.

I bowed deeply before turning on my heel and walked out of the room with the little dignity I had left. As soon as I closed the door behind me I felt my knees give out, having to hold onto the doorknob to keep myself from falling. I took in deep breaths to regulate my frantic heartbeat, pushing myself off the door once I knew I could walk without collapsing.

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“Why do you keep on getting in the way?” He yelled out, infuriated.

I tried to not let the fear in my eyes show but it was proving to be a difficult thing to do as I took in his appearance. He had blood running down the sides of his mouth and staining his shirt. His eyes were the brightest red I’ve ever seen, almost fluorescent in a way. What caused me to stumble backwards at seeing his eyes wasn’t the color of his irises but the whites of his eyes weren’t white anymore, they were pitch black; much different to how I saw them weeks ago. I had never seen a vampire with eyes like his, the whites of his eyes turning black was the first time I’ve seen or heard of anything like this.

“Why do you insist on becoming a nuisance, huh? Why are you interrupting my meal?!” He shouted, his voice booming.

I flinched at every word but I somehow still had the courage to defy him, “You’re killing her! You’ve already taken as much as she can give! You have others to chose from!”

He chuckled at that, a smirk making its way onto his face as he let her almost lifeless body fall to the floor. I spared her a glance to see if she was really breathing, the subtle rise and fall of her chest putting me at ease. That didn’t last long, Sehun appearing mere inches in front of me at the blink of an eye. I had no way to go as he cornered me, a sickeningly sweet smile on his face as he grabbed my chin in between his thumb and index finger.

“I have others to chose from? What if I chose you, huh? Will you still intervene then?” He asked, his voice low as he leaned in.

At this point I was trembling in his hold but I stole a quick glance at the girl on the floor. She was so young, no older than sixteen and she has already been on the verge of death countless times, all because of him. In the short time that I’ve been here I’ve come to realize Sehun has no self control. He’s gone through at least four of the people he uses to keep himself alive. This wasn’t how he was supposed to treat them. He was only supposed to take what he needed to survive for a few days before feeding again but he just kept taking, no regard for the life he was ending in the process. He was a glutton, plain and simple, no amount of blood was able to quench his thirst so he simply just bled his blood banks dry.

“Others to chose from? Really? Well how would you feel if I chose you to take her place, huh? Would you still stick your nose in places where you don’t belong?” He asked, taking a step closer to me with every step consequently making me take one back to try and get away from him.

He smiled a sickeningly sweet smile at seeing the terrified look on my face. I would be lying if I said I didn’t fear for my life during every minute I spent in his presence. I ground my teeth together to keep the whimper from escaping my lips as he grabbed my chin in between his thumb and index finger roughly, making me look him in the eye. At this point I was trembling like a leaf in the middle of a thunderstorm. Sehun seeming to enjoy how I trembled before him more than I thought, an amused chuckle falling from his lips.

“I told you to answer me when I’m talking to you.” He all but growled out, pushing me further into the corner.

“I’m not like them...I was sold to you for a different purpose.” I said, backing down and becoming complacent almost immediately.

He scoffed at my answer, expecting more of a fight out of me, “If you don’t want to turn out like the others then I suggest you mind your own fucking business. I won’t hesitate to drink you dry, I can promise you that.”

He threw my head back into the wall harshly, making my vision spin for a few seconds before a throbbing pain spread from the back of my head. I felt something trickle down the back of my neck, the smell of it making Sehun turn back to me, his eyes still on full display. I panicked, covering the back of my head with my hand as I scurried out of the room, making sure to close the door behind me.

…..

I hung my head in shame as Yoseob, Sehun’s butler, carried the girl out of Sehun’s room. I watched on with my fists clenched tightly, the girl having been dead for a couple of hours. I could’ve saved her if only I wasn’t such a coward, the girl would’ve still been alive to see another day.

“Y/N come here.” Sehun called out to me.

I sighed heavily, controlling my emotions before I went into the room, keeping my eyes off the pool of blood on the floor . I kept my head down as I stood in front of him, my hands behind my back.

“Look at me.”

I did as he said, raising my head to see his eyes were still a vibrant red but the black surrounding it was gone, replaced by the white once more. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion but said nothing, keeping my mouth shut.

“How long have you been here?” He asked, his eyes shifting back to their normal dark brown.

“Two months, sir.”

“And what do you do here?” He asked, continuing his little interrogation.

“I...help Yoseob keep the mansion in order.” I answered, confused as to where he was going with this.

“Doing what exactly? Give me a detailed explanation, don’t make me ask again.”

“I take care of the garden, clean the rooms, and make sure the others are fed.”

He gave a small smile at my answer, crossing his arms over his chest, “And where in your job description does it say you’re allowed to interrupt me from my meal?”

“I-”

“Wait no...I don’t pay you do I? Well keeping you alive should be payment enough right?” He said with a smirk, talking to me as if I was some little kid.

I could feel the anger in me bubbling up to the surface, “Nowhere in the agreement between your kind and mine does it say you can kill us off for your own sick pleasure.”

“Oh? Really now? What is a puny little human like you going to do about it? You going to kill me?” He said, taking a step closer to me with every word, “Last time I checked your kind has no idea how to kill us yet. Everything you thought you knew was a lie. You can’t kill us with a wooden stake to the heart, the sun does nothing to us, garlic, holy water, wooden crosses, silver, they do absolutely nothing. You lot signed over your lives to us that day one hundred years ago, I should know...I was there.”

“Know your place in this world. Go against me again and I won’t hesitate to snap that pretty little neck of yours.”