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k0juki · 9 months ago

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You don't wanna dance?

vampire hunter!Lando Norris x vampire!fem!reader au!

Warnings: mentions of drugs and killing but it's just a mention!

English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! Also picture is not mine! Credit goes to the owner! Request are open!

More posts here! I'm gonna make it a little series.

Words: over 2k.

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For the last couple of centuries, I spent my importantly traveling and hiding from vampire hunters. They almost killed all mine kind and because of that, vampires have become mere legends and myths.

A lot of them died, but others learned how to survive. Most of young vampires stayed in groups with others, more older vampires. Who protect them.

And in the heart of the loud city, where cobblestone streets echoed with human laughter, stood a lone figure cloaked in shadows. It was Lando.

Lando is a renowned vampire hunter, prowling the night with purpose, his senses honed to detect even the faintest trace of the undead. He always knew what he had to do. What is his purpose in this world. And mostly, he knew where to look for his prey.

They always hide in places like this, with loud music and a lot of people that spend all their money on doubtful drugs that get them killed.

Places like night clubs and bars are no stranger to Lando, and if he wasn't tangled up in this kind of job, he would have joined everyone there and enjoyed his young life with pretty women and one night stands.

"It's always clubs, never the quiet, relaxing places." Lando sighed and stepped inside. Saint and Sinners, an amazing name for a club. The air was a lot heavier and smoke from cigarettes could be smelled. A perfect place for vampires.

Amidst the pulsating rhythm of the club, neon lights danced and shadows whispered secrets in dark corners, the vampires were here, he was sure of it. Lando stood like a solitary sentinel, his gaze sweeping the crowded dance floor with practiced vigilance.

He's from a family full of vampire hunters and as a seasoned vampire hunter, he was no stranger to the dark allure of the night, but this night would test his resolve in ways he could never have imagined.

Across the smoky haze of the dimly lit room, his eyes locked on one woman whose back was towards him. Her hair was moving around as she danced carelessly. But then it was like something had stopped her.

As she turned around and her eyes locked with his, it was like when time stops. Who is she? What a girl like her is doing here? Surely she wasn't here for some drugs, she isn't this type of girl. And when you live long enough, you start to recognise the same people in different bodies but with the same intrigues.

She knew who he was the moment she saw him, only a fool wouldn't know who he is, but she wanted to know what he was doing here. She decided to move towards him with an ethereal grace, her every step a was grace and allure that she knew that drew him in like a moth to flame.

That woman is Y/n, a vampire whose beauty defies description, her eyes like pools of liquid moonlight that held him captive with their magnetic gaze. Despite the danger she posed, Lando found himself unable to tear his gaze away, his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of fear and fascination.

As the music pulsed through the air like a heartbeat, Lando felt the pull that drew him ever closer to her, like two stars destined to collide in the vast expanse of the night sky. With each passing moment, the distance between them narrowed until they stood mere inches apart, the air thick with anticipation.

"Who are you?" Lando's voice was barely a whisper, lost amidst the cacophony of the club around them.

Y/n's lips curled into a seductive smile, her voice a melody that sent shivers down his spine.

"I could ask you the same thing, handsome stranger." She replied, her tone playful yet tinged with a hint of danger. "But I think we both know the answer to that."

Lando felt a surge of heat rush through him at her proximity, his senses overwhelmed by the heady scent of her icy perfume and the electricity that crackled between them.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

Y/n's smile widened, her gaze never wavering from his. "What do you think I want?" she teased, her words laced with a hint of danger.

She stepped closer to him and said "Isn't it obvious? I wanna dance." She whispered in his left ear and wrapped her arms around his neck. Inhaling his scent that filled her lungs, she felt as he put his hands on her hips.

His cold rings burned against her soft, yet cold skin, but his hands were so much warmer. She knew that she will lose control, but he smelled so godamn good.

"Dance? Is that what you want?" He thought that was a strange request, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, you're at the night club and you don't want to dance?" She started to pull away, but he was quick to take her back in.

"No, no, I just…I don't know you, you know? How could I trust you?" He still wasn't sure if she was a vampire, but vampires are known for how they can manipulate you into things you would even dream about. And he felt like she could be one of them.

"Hmm…you're right, we don't know each other so well," she spoke "and you're right, you can't trust nobody" and completely pulled away from him and stepped back, so he couldn't grab her like last time.

"Maybe it's better if it's stay like that." She answered somehow coldly, she wanted to vanish into a crowd of dancing bodies when she felt his hand grasp her wrist.

Turning to look at him, she was about to say something, but he beamed her with "I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry." He felt the cold skin in his hand and decided if his theory of her being that mystical creature was true.

Y/n wasn't stupid. She knew he was a very dangerous man and that she shouldn't be playing around with him, but because she knew who he really was, she thought it could be fun to mess with him a little and play along with her being just a tipsy little girl that has a little drunk crush on him.

"It's alright. Let's just dance, yeah?" She asked and he just nodded with a smile on his face. She tugged him more into the dance floor and gosh, he was beautiful, with his green eyes that had sparks in them, his curly hair that was so soft to touch and with that gorgeous smile, he was just amazing.

"So" She started, breaking their silence.

"So?"

"So, what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" Curious little thing she is. Always needs to know all the answers. And you know what they say, curiosity killed a cat. But, well, she was already dead, so she couldn't care less though.

"I could have asked you the same thing?" He wasn't going to tell her that he's here because of her kind. That he's going to kill her if she is something that he thinks she is, no, he knows it.

"Yeah, but I asked first."

"I'm looking for someone." He stated after a few seconds. His green eyes looked around the club and then back to her.

"For who?"

"I don't know yet," he started "but I think it could be you." He wasn't so smooth about it at all and took her back in his hold.

She knew what he meant by it and he knew it was her that he was looking for, but she just smiled at him and pulled him closer by the collar of his white shirt that had a few open buttons down.

"Yeah? And how do you know it's me you are looking for?" She chuckled, maybe because she knew he couldn't do anything to hurt her. There was too many people and other vampires that were watching them in dark corners and if he even tried something, she could end him by just snapping fingers. That's how powerful she really is.

He didn't say anything, he just looked at her and as they danced together in the dimly lit room, Lando found himself drawn deeper into this woman's web of temptation, his every instinct screaming at him to flee, even as his heart urged him to stay.

"You know I can't stay here" he whispered, "stay here with you." His voice barely audible above the din of the club. It was something about her that just took him in and he knew he had to leave or else things could get bad.

Y/n's eyes softened, a flicker of vulnerability passing across her features, strange. "I know," she replied, her voice barely a whisper. "But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the moment while it lasts."

He was mesmerized by her. She wasn't just an ordinary vampire, no, he was pretty sure that she is one of the vampires that lives so long because they live in clans, with other, more older and wiser vampires.

This could be his chance.

His chance to get closer to her and her vampire family. To kill them. To kill all the remaining vampires like he promised to do, because that's his job. His purpose.

But each of them, was playing their own dangerous game.

"I'm Lando, by the way." He introduced himself with his British accent. "Lando Norris."

As Lando extended his hand towards her, Y/n's eyes sparkled with mischief, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She knew the game he was playing.

"It's nice to meet you Lando," she answered "but unfortunately for you, I already know your name." Her smile was getting bigger and that sweet playfulness was now becoming a little less and less funny.

That made him stop. She knew him? How does she know him? They had never met before, did they? Confusion could be seen on his pretty face and she loved every second of it. She lives for it.

"You really think I'm this stupid?" She said as laughter left her mouth. The music swelled around them and Lando leaned in closer to that pale woman, his voice a low murmur against her ear.

"How? How do you know my name then?"

"I had hanky-panky with your father too," she pointed out back in his left ear, "and with your grandfather as well and so on...you are all very similar.”

Lando said nothing. He just stood there like a fool. Who was this woman? Was she really this old vampire that knew his family members better than he did himself?

"Your family is notorious for hunting my kind Lando. You really think I wouldn't know you? Or your family?" She teased, her voice a soft melody that sent shivers down his spine.

And he knew that he should be afraid. He was in the lair of vampires. He had every right to be afraid. But then again, he needed to know her. Her true identity and what she is capable of, if she is a threat.

"You won't tell me your name?"

"I don't know," she admitted, "I haven't decided." Y/n liked to play hard to get. It was in her nature.

“You want to know my name hunter?” she felt his hands tighten on her hips and how he started to rub his thumbs up and down.

“Yes, of course I do.” What was he doing? He should have left and not be asking for her name. And definitely not holding her close to him.

“It's Y/n”

It's Simple, but effective. He liked that name, he liked her. She had this something inside of her, that he hasn't seen in everyone else. Something special.

As the music continued to pulse through the club and the crowd swirled around them, Y/n suddenly pulled away from Lando's soft grasp, leaving him standing alone on the dance floor, bewildered and disoriented.

"Well...I guess i will see you around, Lando"

For a moment, Lando stood frozen in place, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched that strange vampire woman disappear into the sea of dancing bodies.

He felt a surge of panic rising within him, a sense of vulnerability he hadn't felt in years. "Wait!" he called out, his voice lost in the loud music of the club around him.

But she was gone, vanished into the dark club without a trace, leaving Lando to wonder if their encounter had been nothing more than a figment of his imagination. No, no, she was real. She has to be real, she knew his family, she knew him.

As he stood there, alone in the dimly lit club, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him from within. He had been so sure of himself, so confident in his abilities as a hunter, but now he felt lost and adrift in a world he no longer recognized.

With a heavy heart, Lando turned and made his way towards the exit, the sounds of the club fading into the background as he stepped out into the cool night air. He felt like he could finally breathe again.

As he disappeared into the darkness, he couldn't help but wonder, if he would ever see that woman again, or if she had been nothing more than a fleeting illusion in the night.

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Content includes mention of drugs that cause drowsiness and loss of sensation, Vampire! Harbinger Childe, the reader is a witch hunter, and kissing scene. Word count is 4k.

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It was clear to her now that she had to get out of here.

She’d forever be branded as a fool if she persisted in this Manor any longer; the consequences would be irredeemable for herself and for the other witch hunters who still carry on their duty.

Her line of work is already so sacred that losing one out of all the thousands left would do more harm. Taking into consideration their reputation, the mere leak of information that there are still active people like her would send every villain organization into action, and she wouldn’t want to trade for their downfall even with her life.

Heels clack against the marble floor, and mutters of greetings meet her every gaze upon crossing paths with certain people. Some act polite, while others are suggestive. [Name] only responds accordingly, as nonchalant as she could. Ignoring the crushing sensation in her chest once she nears the previous dance floor of the room.

Only a few more steps were required to be able to exit the suffocating Manor, but she was impudently interrupted by a familiar sight appearing suddenly before her. “Ah! There you are, Lady [Name]. I have been looking for you!”

She needs not to look at the person to be able to guess who they are.

“I deeply apologize for my actions earlier; I had realized too late that I should have informed you first before leaving.” Childe lowers his head with a hand to his chest. “Again, I apologize,” he adds, a tinge of guilt heard in his voice.

[Name] glances at the exit, suppressing her deep desire to push him out of the way. “It’s not a big deal, Sir Childe. I understand that the matter must have been of the utmost importance; I take no offense to it.” she assures.

Childe’s lips turn into a frown, eyes glaze with what she assumes to be doubt. “Even if that is so, please, I must make it up to you.”

The self-possessed woman shakes her head. “You need not to. As I’ve mentioned before, I understand and forgive you.” She returns her gaze back to the gentleman once he raises his head.

“Such kind words, Lady [Name], but I truly do insist. I’m afraid this feeling of guilt will never leave until then,” he persists, his hand lightly crumpling his tie.

[Name] felt her irritation flare up at his comment. How much of her time does he wish to waste?

But no matter—for it appears his subtle interest in her might just let her accomplish her mission.

In between her own fears and the sake of an ongoing mission, she’s once again, preoccupied with curiosity. “Well, if you insist, then I would be happy to," said she, coughing out a chuckle.

Upon hearing her words, a grin blossoms on Childe’s face. “I’m glad to hear that! Now, if you allow me, I shall lead you to one of the Manor’s room beyond the garden; it is not too far so I hope you can be patient with me. There I’ll be giving you an item that I think will suit your tastes.”

[Name]’s courteous smile falters. “And pray, tell me, what is this item that you speak of?”

The latter chuckles. “Oh, you’ll see. I will tell you though that you’ll find it worth your time.” he takes a step away, almost colliding with someone in the process.

“Now, shall we?” Childe asks, outreaching a hand towards the entrance of the Manor’s garden.

Much to her dismay, [Name] has no other choice but to nod and be all smiles even as she consciously walks into the fox’s trap.

No words were uttered between the said lady and the accompanied gentleman even a few minutes after the start of their walk, and she couldn’t help but wonder why he hasn’t bothered to make the trip entertaining for them both. Excluding the reason the garden of the manor didn’t require much ground to cover, surely anyone would feel the need to converse a simple causerie?

Much to her relief, Childe, so to speak, starts, “I take it that you’ve met a comrade of mine?” he takes a curious glance at her from the side.

Dread easily injects itself into her nerves; did she accidentally conjoin her expression and thoughts?

“Why, yes, I have. An impressive man he was,” she adds for the sake of civility, though, judging from his reaction, it can be said that there was no need.

He lets out a breath that is best paired with hands caressing the bridge of his nose, “I best hope what he might have said does not tarnish your image of me—nor that of the Fatui’s.”

[Name] didn’t know whether to pity him or laugh at their so-called "comradery.” “Oh, worry not, he had not spoken ill about you. He had only apologized on your behalf.”

“Really? No lies said; that’s surprising to hear. He isn’t really the most friendly one. However, please keep that as a secret between us. I wouldn’t want to anger his grumpy self any more than needed,” said the Harbinger, followed by a wink.

[Name] chuckles, utterly unimpressed. “My lips are sealed. Though, if I may be honest, I have to agree with you on that note.”

He smiles apologetically, though it doesn’t meet his eyes. “Please, Lady [Name], despite it all, don’t take his inclemency to heart, even with his cold attitude. That’s only how he usually is.”

[Name] nods. “I’m sure there are more qualities more worth looking into.”

The pair fell silent after a chorus of laughter. And deep in their indifferent expressions which they present to maintain a ethical image, both knew well that the latter is a lying imbecile.

The coldness of the weather does not only come from external forces, but also from the underlying atmosphere that’s thickening the more the two walk together in silence, which continues to grow as even the crunches of leaves beneath her provided her with more entertainment than her companion. The option to excuse herself is always present, as much as her delusional freedom provides her with, unfortunately for her, the mere thought of what he would do to her easily demolishes any courage she mustered up. After all, it is known to both that her life is in his hands.

At the thought, the not-so-nostalgic feeling of fear overrides her pathetic attempts to enjoy their stroll, constantly looming above her head, behind her back, and at every corner they turn, like an unwelcome and invited parasite. It makes her head spin with caution, raising the hairs on her neck.

Suddenly, something ruffles the end of her dress, too close for comfort. No one else is around other than them, and alarm bells start to ring in her head at the sudden intrusion of space. Something is closing in to her from behind. And she has no idea what it is or what to do.

She glances at the man beside her, finding him looking elsewhere, void of the fear she wished to share to depart her alertness of facing it by her lonesome.

She clutches her gloved hand into a fist, hardening her resolve to get ready to fight or flee if necessary.

[Name] whips her head around in one swift action. If she is to be afraid, she must face it afraid.

The figure behind her is—

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Similar to a breath of warmth released into the cold night air, the condensed suffocating air dissipates as quickly as it came.

Silhouettes of people sauntering, followed closely by their shadows, occasionally pausing to take a glass from the kind waiter, is the only view presented to the frightened Lady.

It was almost humorous how different it was from what she had expected it to be. The guest’s expensive jewelries and watches glimmering brightly under the golden light, their laughing faces, and squinted eyes behind their fans—was it wrong to feel uncomfortable watching such a peaceful scene unfold?

“-Is something wrong, Lady [Name]?” a silky and concerned voice echoes amidst her troubled thoughts.

[Name] stills. The etched formalities in her spooked mind moves her mouth. “No.. Nothing,” she replies, coming out less smooth than she would like. “I am fine, Sir Childe; it is nothing to be concerned about.”

She watches the tranquil view wordlessly for a moment longer, fearing the ominous feeling would only return to claim her once more the moment she let her mind rest. Though, much to her relief, there is nothing in sight that could ever relate to the forbidding presence.

Already expecting a smile she has to return, she turns around to return her focus to her companion.

But instead of the foxy smile he always greets her, she was faced with Childe’s eyes flashing a genuine glare with his head tilted to look at the balcony of the floor above.

As if noticing his own lack of response, the Harbinger swiftly disregards his deep scowl and transitions it into a bright smile as he returns his attention back to her. “Are you sure? Do you feel uncomfortable perhaps?”

Terrifying it was to witness such an incompatible expression upon his usually beaming face, [Name] speaks with hesitation, which shows that she’s on delicate ground: “No, I am perfectly content. A thought had just occurred to me. Please, spare it no more thoughts.”

Childe couldn’t help but frown at her answer, yet he was in no position to pry further. “If you wish so, Lady [Name]. If you ever need something, you can just tell me.”

The lady offers a polite smile and says, “I give you my deepest thanks, Sir Childe. I appreciate your support.”

“It’s no problem at all.”

Further into the garden’s grounds, is a beautiful flower-filled environment with little to no blemishes marked upon it. The said flowers marvelously compliment each other befittingly of the abundant range of colors among them that radiates prettiness in aid of the light given by the lamps standing along the carved path to support any dweller’s footing. Beyond it lies an outstretched balcony, overlooking the ethereal view of the faraway civilization illuminated by the city’s lights. Stood along its sides glamorous wooden doors that give off a faint light below them, indicating the presence of someone in the room it hid. The pair stroll along the stone path, easily finding their way around the place thanks to the indicated direction in the pavement. There was no need to regard where they might even stumble upon, the path made it very clear to anyone that it meant to lead them towards the view.

Small talks were made along the way, both making attempts to engage the other in the conversation. Mostly made by the Harbinger, who is deeply troubled by [Name]’s anxious behavior. Noticing the change of habits after numerous sightings: she became more fidgety, stealing glances to her surroundings when she thinks he’s not looking, and the usual lighthearted chuckle she lets out takes a more strained tone. All of these could very well be the result of his “comrade’s” antics.

What sort of fuckery did he do this time?

One night, he couldn’t resist leaving his plans alone. He just had to make it harder for him.

Childe lets out an exasperated sigh.

He leads the beautiful lady in a secluded area, an area he hopes the damn shorty or any other guest visiting don’t even dare to enter. It wasn’t particularly scary, in fact, it the was opposite with how the garden presents itself, it was merely well hidden enough to casually ignore.

All while [Name] racks up her brain for any strategy of escape for the situation she had forced herself into. Unfortunately, despite tedious thinking, it always ending up to be incoherent due to the constant feeling of his presence—or more accurately—his stare. Having caught a glimpse of the eye-catching pale skin and indigo hair she knows awfully well in the balcony above after following her companion’s glare. She can’t handle another encounter with him; she might actually vomit on his expensive-looking suit and die at his hands.

Why must he be here—or rather-—why is he here? Was he the one who was about to ambush her earlier?

She feels that her earlier thought of the mysterious presence behind her previously was her doom might be correct in that regard. At this point, she’d rather stick herself to Childe’s company which in any case, is only a tad better.

Blades of grass tickle her dress upon passing a unique-shaped bush; the ground, cluttered by rocks, was engulfed by the neatly mowed lawn; butterflies hovering around the flowers tease her outreached fingers.

“Lady [Name]. I thank you again for your patience and cooperation,” said he once halting his tracks. “Before we go inside though, I must ask you for a small favor.”

[Name] raises a brow.

Is he going to ask for my blood now? No- wait, in any regular situation, this is a perfect set up for a marriage or a courting proposal! Possibly not? Either way, I don’t think I have much choice if he asks. If I were to refuse, would the other one start hunting me next?

She involuntarily starts fidgeting with her gloves. “I see. What shall I do for you, then?”

If Childe was bothered by this, he doesn’t show. “May you give me your hand?”

[Name] squints her eyes at him before complying with a nod.

“Now I ask for your outmost trust if I am to continue further,” said Childe, tenderly. His thumb gently touching [Name]’s knuckles.

Very stupidly but without much choice, she replies, “..I give you my trust.”

Childe smirks before taking off the glove off of her offered hand, pressing it to his lips, and subtly sniffs before turning it around and turns his attention to her wrists, but unlike her initial assumptions, [Name] is surprised to find him kissing her palm.

Nevertheless, [Name] gets ready for the pain even at the facade shown. For even if he is surely going to collapse right after his teeth bare her skin, it doesn’t make the process less painful. If she were a normal citizen, she’d be merely confused on what is happening. After all, the knowledge about vampires having certain kinks are only limited to witch hunters and alike. He could be very well about to just reveal his hidden love for her at this moment. So the best cover is…

“Wh-what are you planning, Sir Childe?” she stutters, shoulders rising in a bashful manner.

The man in question looks up to her, his eyes half-lidded. Appearing to be highly contented, he purrs, “In this moonless night, Lady [Name]. You-”

“..Excuse me for interrupting.”

Childe flinches while the other freezes, having completely forgotten about anything else in the heat of the moment. Head slowly turning to the side, [Name]’s breath catches and tangles in her throat at the sight of Scaramouche standing before them. Their gazes lock, and once again, she loses the ability to look away. He looks the same as before—if not even more dazzling under the moonlight compared to the bright yellow lights within the ballroom. His gaze pierce at her like they’re the only ones in the garden, and she’s never been more frightened yet enticed by the implicity of it.

Something tightens around her hand and she’s brought back to the hold of Childe, who is currently preoccupied with transporting his anger onto his glare towards his uncaring comrade. It was tempting to pull her hand away immediately, but it would give rise to further suspicion.

Her face turns pale. If childe had collapsed there and then, she’d be hunted by now. Or worse, dead!

Obvious mockery displayed on his face, Scaramouche continues, redirecting his gaze to his moping fellow Harbinger. “But Signora needs your assistance, so it’s best for you to head over, she looks rather agitated. You didn’t abandon your previous errand did you?” he crosses his arms.

Childe furrows his eyebrows. “Now, now, you’re making me look like some sort of slacker, dear comrade. Perhaps she just needs me for something else now.”

Scaramouche’s smirk doesn’t falter even as Childe lifts himself from the ground. “Whatever the situation may be—I couldn’t care less really—but you best to make your way to her now, unless you want another scolding from her?”

[name] couldn’t find it in herself to be amused at the blatantly planned obscuration to Childe’s dine. More so when even a slightly exaggerated sigh of her lips catches Scaramouche’s attention. Damn him and his eyes.

So instead of planning her escape, she prays for her dear life. Practically smelling the murderous intent behind their words, no matter if it isn’t directed towards her.

Sighing with obvious disappointment, Childe returns his gaze towards her, ignoring the pointed stare from the other as he does so. “It looks like I’ll have to make it up to you later once again, Lady [Name]. I hope you don’t take this to heart.”

“I understand. And there is no need to worry, for I am one not easy to offend. I’ll see you soon.” she smiles kindly.

From the corner of her eye, she sees Scaramouche rolls his eyes as Childe softens with appreciation. He lifts their intertwined hands to press a soft kiss to her knuckles, the gesture stirring the whirl of nausea in her further. Taking a step back, he bows in farewell. Making his way past Scaramouche with an unwavering glare. The unbothered latter’s smirk only grows wider, finding the scowling towards himself amusing.

At the ginger head’s departure, Scaramouche turns his attention back to his subject of interest, eyes piercing past the previously dark cover over her head. His brows furrow as he sees a… discernable face on her head, one that was not present before.

Was it odd to find a face on a person’s head? …perhaps he’d gone ballistic as well.

Previously, even with the bright lights inside the manor, he could not take a glimpse under her hat veil despite his numerous attempts. Yet Childe was persistent enough to find her attractive without taking her blood into consideration. So naturally, this lady must be the gorgeous one.

But now, in the dim light of the lamps near them, what he can faintly see is… a face that brings forth disappointment. With how Childe had continuously pursued this young woman, he anticipated her to have some unique features, but she looks… lackluster.

Is he seeing her wrong? What’s the reason for Childe to be so infatuated with this mortal?

He steps towards her. “I take it he has apologized to you formally?”

Perhaps she slipped up when they were dancing? No, his entrance was abrupt and she wouldn’t have enough time to cover it up. And the audience would’ve had a reaction at least.

[Name] stretches a smile. “Yes, he has.”

For a popular lady she is, he expected more accurate acting of civility, but she doesn’t seem to be in favor of lying, is she?

“I see.” he leans closer. “So he does have some manners after all.”

[Name] takes a step back, not without checking the space behind her. “...that he does…” she mutters a reply.

As he stood right in front of the retreating lady, his eyes scan every feature he can capture. But no matter how much he stares, every and any distinctive attribute observed fades away with a blink. Not even his sharp eyes can accurately paint a picture of [Name]’s face. Might it be the work of her hat veil? He squints his eyes.

He’s come to the conclusion that something is wrong with her. She’s most definitely odd.

The only source of her reactions is her body and the badly hidden tone of her voice. He strongly dislikes having to be played into a guessing game by a mere human just to quench his curiosity. “To be honest, I am quite surprised you're not upset for him leaving you the second time this night,” he starts after an awkward space of silence.

Blinking her discolored eyes, she replies a beat later, “It cannot be helped. Someone of high position like him is bound to be busy even in a night such as this.” she tucks her gloved hand to her chest, faltering at the realization that Childe took the other glove.

Not caring any more or less, Scaramouche says, “..you know of our organization?”

[Name] looks at him with confusion—judging by the tilt of her head. He stares at her. “It would be a wonder if someone didn’t,” came her hesitant reply.

“Indeed it would be, but more than that.” he steps closer. “I find it more questionable that you’re rather calm in the situation you find yourself in.”

For split second, much to his surprise, the distinction in her eyes remained, showing a clear display of skepticism. “…what ever do you mean, Sir Scaramouche?”

A flare of irritation creeps up his spine. “Being alone in the night with a vampire of a highly sought out organization amongst humans for quite a big bounty.” he pauses, mainly to calm his nerves. “Doesn’t that make you shiver, even a little?”

She tilts her head up, only then is he able to make out the shape and color of her lips. Again, it’s far from what his eye caught earlier from a glimpse. But this time, the image doesn’t flicker.

…is this woman under a curse?

He looks back to [Name]’s eyes. They haven’t changed from their earlier form. Is this how she really looks?

As he continues to stare, his eyes twitches. “…or are you one of those ignorant humans who indulge themselves in their own little world, completely oblivious to the harsh reality of the true world?”

“The main objective of this gathering is to settle the complicated relationship between both races. For me to come willingly with this clearly stated in the letter and still hold fear in me towards your kind, it would be hypocritical,” she replies. Stepping away abruptly as she turns her head away.

Without much thought, Scaramouche’s hand flies up and grabs her chin, forcing the lady to face him again.

Great satisfaction overwhelms him at the realization that her facial features remained. Ignoring the flustered yet alarmed expression now transparent on her face. No more guessing games. He’s got the cat in the bag.

This woman is under a curse. And it contorts her facial features to something pleasurable to gaze at.

She was planning something with Childe, wasn’t she?

He should have left him alone if that were the case, his time would’ve been more well spent if Childe had been left out from it.

Scaramouche laughs, his fingers digging into her skin. “It’s truly laughable how stupid someone can be, perhaps Childe needs to have his brain checked for finding interest in you.” he moves her face from one side to the other. “Other than your lack of knowledge, you seem to have a lack of beauty as well.”

[Name] furrows her brows and opens her mouth to protest. However, upon seeing her reflection in his eyes, she freezes. All courtesy in her manners vanished, and she’s left in her most vulnerable state—her curse free self.

Her worried stare fades into a fierce glare. She raises a hand to try and pry his away from her face, but he doesn’t budge, only pulling her closer to his face.

“You… You’re not a normal mortal, are you?” he whispers tauntingly, low and menacing.

[Name], void of the delicate demeanor, grits at him. “You’ll soon find out what I am.”

And then, without warning, she leans forward to kiss him.

Immediately, his body recoils, a shiver of disdain yanks him away as quickly as it happened. “What do you think you’re-”

Cut off by a yank of his clothing, [Name] crashes her lips together again. Pulling him closer while she exerts force to keep him from moving away.

He felt dizzy—and disgusted. Mostly disgusted. He goes to push her away, but it proved to be fruitless as her grip is as steady as ever. His stomach churned, lips turned numb, and the colors of the vibrant environment started mixing together like a pot of color—a disgusting vile of soup.

Realizing he’s still gripping her chin, he swiftly pulls it off to grab her by the neck and—

…wait, he did pull away, right?

He attempts to lift it again, but all it did was pitifully limp on [Name]’s shoulder. Even a newborn’s grip showed more force than his proud hand.

Where… where did his strength go?

[Name] tilts her head which deepens the kiss even further as her hand crawls up his back, cradling the back of his head. Scaramouche’s body tenses, utterly sickened by the sensation of her lips against his. But it relaxes just the same, like chords of an instrument cut off, his body refrains from listening to him.

As he glances to [Name], her eyes were shut, close to looking blissed out. And he couldn’t stop himself from copying the lady, letting out a sigh of exhaustion despite the overwhelming urge to rip her head off. It’s as if something is controlling his body, or more accurately—he’s losing control. Why is he letting her do as she pleases? He’s a renowned Harbinger for Tsaritsa’s sake. He’s not so frail as to crumble underneath a mortal’s lips.

At that moment, he smelled it—the distinct scent of assorted drugs right on her lips.

Oh. Oh, Tsaritsa.

Before he could form another thought, the malevolent woman parts their lips, leaning back far enough to soak in his drugged state. She looks at him with what seems like gratification, her lips curled into a smile. He does his best to return the gaze, despite his half-lidded eyes and heavy chest, every breath feels like labor. Humiliation fills his system, much like the numbness overriding his senses until he ceased feeling at all.

He thinks something held his cheek, but after seeing [Name]’s mouth move discernably and impossibly slow, he promptly blacked out.

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I changed the "witch" hunter to "vampire" instead so it can be more accurate. I realize only now that it was tomfoolery. Scara isn't even a witch. Who is reader hunting.

#fanfic #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #vampire au #vampire hunter reader #vampire hunter au #fatui harbingers #harbinger x reader

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