#vampire detective

[love-me-a-lotta-whump]

뱀파이어 탐정 - Vampire Detective - Whump List - 🇰🇷

Whumpee: 윤산 (Yoon San 🏔️) played by 이준 (Lee Joon)

Synopsis: Private detective Yoon San suddenly becomes a vampire. He solves various cases for his clients while also trying to uncover the mystery surrounding himself while maintaining his secret identity as he solves cases using his unique abilities. (MDL)

Genre/Tags: Vampire, Cop/Crime, Mystery, Comedy, Bromance, Supernatural, Superpower, Little to No Romance, Found Family

Note: The drama has a comedy tag however the whump is not comedic, the drama contains comic relief.

Watch On: DramaCool, KissAsian

WARNING: THERE ARE SPOILERS BELOW

1.01 : saving someone, hunted, fought, in shock, shot, collapsed, struggling to breathe, shaking, weak, dying, emotional, stumbling, collapsed, groaning ::: pushing himself, sweating, in pain, half collapsed, heavy breathing, taking medicine ::: chasing someone, collapsed, concern for him, taking medication ::: hit, kicked in the stomach and thrown into some debris, concern for him, unconscious, concern for him ::: woke up from a nightmare, concern for him looked after, quick medical exam, concern for him ::: punched, thrown into a wall ::: using himself as a human shield, wound reveal (gunshot wound), struggling to breathe, bloody mouth, dying, held, concern for him, shaking, choking on his own blood, injected, saved

1.02 : (nightmare: injected with vampire blood) ::: having blood drawn, glowing eyes, (flashbacks: injected with vampire blood), concern for him ::: glowing eyes, anxious, chasing someone, hit on the head, collapsed ::: glowing eyes, anxious, heavy/shaky breathing, concern for him ::: pretending to be passed out drunk, manhandled, put into an ambulance ::: in an ambulance ::: carried ::: put onto a table ::: fought (briefly), half collapsed into a door, glowing eyes, stumbling, out of it, someone attempts to kill him with cars, ambushed and outnumbered, fought, stabbed multiple times, slashed in his arms and legs multiple times, in a blind rage, stopped, heavy breathing, stumbling, concern for him, collapsed, concern for him, held ::: barely conscious in the back seat of a car, concern for him ::: his POV of being treated ::: asleep with loved one beside him, woke up, concern for him, anxious

1.03 : trauma brought up, visual/audible hallucinations ::: hit on the back of the head, collapsed, fought ::: briefly fought ::: hit, bleeding, thrown through a wall, fought, knocked unconscious ::: in shock, emotional, near tears

1.04 : glowing eyes, heavy breathing, using his inhaler, concern for him, looked after ::: using himself as a human shield, concern for him

1.05 : using himself as a human shield, in an explosion

1.06 : fought, restrained, struggling, defiant

1.07 : fought, threatened::: fought ::: fought ::: emotional, heavy breathing

1.08 : emotional, stressed, concern for him ::: fought (briefly) ::: fought, angry, fought ::: angry

1.09 : glowing eyes, heavy breathing ::: glowing eyes, looked after ::: emotional, in shock, shaky breathing, teary eyed

1.10 : emotional, in shock, teary eyed ::: concern for him ::: emotional, near tears, concern for him

1.11 : (flashbacks: panicked, concerned for someone, concern for him ::: fought, bleeding ::: exhausted, at gunpoint ::: at gunpoint, shot in the chest, collapsed, weak, crawling, in shock, grieving, stumbling, crying ::: in the hospital, hooked up to a bunch of machines, oxygen mask, loved one sitting next to him, bandaged, (showing lots of time passing), slowly waking up, woke up, loved one trying to feed him, refusing to eat, traumatic flashbacks ::: in the hospital, crying ::: in a depressed state, looked after) ::: in a depressed state, concern for him ::: (flashbacks: sparring, in pain, concern for him) ::: in a depressed state ::: fought, crying, face cut, glowing eyes ::: anxious

1.12 : fought, cornered, fought ::: protecting someone, taken ::: chained up to a pillar, heavy breathing, punched, struggling in the chains, heavy breathing, crying, concern for him, released from his chains, thrown, fought, choked, bleeding, glowing eyes, fought, grabbed by the throat, fought, lassoed by the throat with chains, pulled around ::: fought, restrained, concerned for someone, grieving ::: loved ones worried for him

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[myreyisbae]

Both Blood Ties and Moonlight are streaming on Tubi

Blood Ties 2 seasons (22 Episodes)

Staring:

Christina Cox, Kyle Schmid

Dylan Neal

Moonlight 1 Season 16 episodes

Staring: Alex O'Loughlin, Sophia Myles,

Jason Dohring, Shannyn Sossamon

[princeadamart]

Reference study.

[dyrewrites]

This is an important scene I didn't expect to write this way, but Lucient is a freak and near a century of torture hasn't done anything to take that away. If anything it may have made it worse.

I'm sharing it because it's new years, fireworks are bothering me and I don't care about anything right now.

It is half scene and half notes, so there's a lot missing (like names for some dialogue) and some things in there that shouldn't be (I use dialogue to tell me what's happening before writing descriptions so sometimes they say too much until it's actually written out), all straight from my note app so there's no italics to note thoughts. Hopefully they're clear without em.

It is filthy. It is important you know that ahead of time.

--

He stopped at the door, leaving the mage confused.

"It's your house, isn't it, you don't need an invite do you?"

"No, I do not. You do, and you're not getting one. Not yet. Remain here, no matter how long I take."

"If I can borrow a phone and call this area's Council rep, I can confirm you're in a secure location and hopefully get that collar off. Then you can go wherever you want."

"And I will allow you that, but not now. I am going inside alone. Do not follow."

"Fine."

--

Inside was his husband, but he wasn't alone. Another was beneath him, bent against the back of a loveseat Lucient didn't recognize. In a pretty blue gown, it's skirt tossed up to accommodate what thrust so sweetly slow.

Despite the lustful melody, and the gasp from the mage, Lucient wouldn't interrupt. Bell unnoticed by the busy lovers, he stepped inside and closed the door...wondering briefly if his husband paid for the treat of a man. So similar to himself it was hard not to make connections, to see him living a fantasy.

As his perfect treasure was thinking of him. Him and him alone. So deep in another and his thoughts sang for him. But that other, his were a growling mess with a few clear desires leaking through. Desires proving he was no one night of fun but an ongoing affair. He ached for what was Lucient's, a life built for him, a life waiting for him. One the werewolf would do anything for, be anything for.

It was too curious, their desires tangled yet wholly separate and he wanted to taste it. Touch it, fuel it...and perhaps torture his cheating husband. A little.

So he did. Slow and quiet he slid behind his treasure. Chill hand soft and tender, he caressed what he ached to swat and as it tensed he pressed into heat he missed to feed an open mouth his fingers.

No speaking, he told those delicious thoughts before voice was found.

Deluca's mind flooded with shame, with all the one beneath him was. All he wasn't, with more faces popping between but as he made to slip away, to explain, to grovel, soft fabric and chill skin pressed closer. Colder hands gripped tight to his jaw while hips locked to hips, trapping him in the lie.

"No," Lucient warned, "don't stop."

Voice held by icy fingers, and a confused lie wriggling beneath him, Deluca tried thoughts. While his lips and tongue followed memory and drew those fingers deeper.

My love, I... I've no excuse for th--

I said...no speaking, Lucient punctuated the word with a swat, earning too sweet a moan.

"Sweetfangs, is, is someone there?"

"Quiet, filth," suggestion only, eager for what more the filth would say if pressed.

But Leandro didn't speak, in the echoed voice he couldn't, though he worried how. Their tricks didn't work on werewolves, after all.

Deluca slowed, begging thoughts for reason, my love, what are y--

"Don't. Stop," he repeated, removing the gag to bend him tighter over his paramour. Guiding his treasure's hands to the filth's shoulders, he leaned with to taste a searing neck, nibble an ear, all missed so dearly. As was the near-scream for him when he raked nails down his back and swatted again. "How I missed that sound." Another swat urged Deluca faster, as did Lucient's chill slipping beside him with a whispered, "now scream for me while you fuck your filth."

He did, for the perfectly chill fangs breaking the skin right of his neck and slick, icy fingers thrusting so rough and sudden into him he screamed.

While Leandro moaned louder, ragged, for hips slamming harder and faster into him. More for the bliss in his ears. Voice bubbled, released from suggestion and he questioned it.

"Fuck, what happ--" an icy touch found his thigh, softly gripping and lifting to shove the heat pounding inside him deeper and Leandro lost breath, finding only enough for, "god yes."

"God," Lucient asked, licking his treasure from his lips. Sighing for so missed a taste, he forced a hot hand to the thigh he held and rubbed up the hotter arm, keeping his fingers fast and deep, "husband, does he know who yours is?"

Through deep, gruff moans, Deluca answered, "no, my love..."

"Tell him," another thrust of his fingers, and another before Lucient raked the sharp nails of his free hand deep down his side, chilling him further for the blood it drew. "Say your God's name."

Deluca did, near screaming it, "Lucient."

"Y-your," Leandro tried but a rougher rhythm and sharper breath stopped him.

"Harder," Lucient cooed, biting clean through an ear, "take him as you ache to take me."

Hot hands gripped both of Leandro's thighs. Digging nails into the loveseat, he kept steady while his sweetfangs pulled him higher, thrusting deeper and rougher.

Each gruff moan was met with a loud, piercing slap. Those icy fingers pulled free to grip soft and sweet before rubbing welts as softer lips coated Deluca's arm, shoulder, neck.

"So close," Lucient whispered, licking up to an ear, "show this filth what's mine."

Deluca's thrusts were matched by more icy swats and he broke for it, as his lie broke. Shivering, he burst hot and rough inside Leandro...who moaned high and strained, making a mess of his gown.

While Lucient stepped back, wearing too much for what he stoked. Gasping, Deluca gave no time for questions or afterglow. He released Leandro and spun to slam his husband into a wall, knocking a painting to the floor and toppling a small table. Didn't matter. Not for how his love laughed for it, smiled for it.

Cooed for it, "I missed you..."

"What was that," Deluca begged, unable to hide the swoon for legs wrapping around his waist, how easily his hands found his love's. "So long I prepared for rage and you find me at my worst and...goad me?"

"Your thoughts sang of me," dreamy his voice, the sensation of all that heat so close again, and he couldn't stop smiling. "Deep in another and thinking only of me. How could I not play. Did you enjoy it?"

"You know the answer," trapping that smile with his own before it could confuse further, Deluca's thoughts gave him away. I want only you, my love, forever you...he was distraction. Something to keep me whole while I worked to free you.

Not the only either, a taunt the thoughts, but no malice spilled with.

Confusing more, but not enough to release that chill tongue. Ever in me, dig all you wish, my shame is yours to know. To punish.

Pulling lips free, Lucient's grin was sharp and perfect, "how you'd adore that." A twitch and twisted smile from his treasure forced a chuckle, "I'm not so easy to bend as your filth, husband...and you reek of him."

"A shower then, that I might grovel," Deluca asked, savoring tastes he'd ached too long for; chill, honeyed skin.

Slipping arms around to hold him tighter, Lucient eyed the werewolf picking at his gown, "and the filth?"

"Filth has ears," Leandro said too smoothly, grabbing his heels and trying to keep distance as he walked to the door, "and is leaving. See you around, sweetfangs."

"You won't," Lucient corrected.

While Deluca remained annoyingly silent, nuzzling a beard Leandro adored into a neck that wasn't his. Nodding, if pointedly saying nothing, he left the husbands to their reunion.

Said husbands refused to part. Despite one's terrible confusion, he insisted on keeping Lucient pinned to the wall. In case he wasn't real, wasn't there.

"Not the homecoming I expected..."

"You loved it."

"I love all your filthy games."

"Mm, it was fun."

"I missed you. So much I missed you."

"And I missed you...merde, the mage."

"Mage?"

"My wallet...and key to this wretched-"

"Collar?" Deluca finished, fingers on it before an answer.

--

Gavyn would be SO CONFUSED by the man who looked a lot like Lucient strutting out of the house in a sparkly dress, barefoot, holding heels and muttering, "Won't see him around. Oh, I'll see him. See both of you...if I have to crawl on my hands and knees."

And Gavyn would walk into what was clearly an office in time to see the biggest vampire he'd ever seen, entirely naked, crush and tear the silver collar off his charge like it was made of aluminum.

"How did you, you shouldn't be able to."

"Your mage, my love?"

"Oui, mon mari..." Lucient didn't hide the swoon, how he lusted for that strength and rewarded it with a drowning kiss. Speaking to thought, so much stronger you've grown, what else. Tell me everything.

There's too much, but my mind is yours to know. No secrets.

"After, after the witch, I want all I've missed."

"Mm, of cour--witch?"

"Another of your paramours, I've thanks to give for my freedom...and a gift."

With Gavyn still staring, testing the broken and sparking bits of collar on the floor he missed the nod towards him.

"Oui, mon tresor," a kiss, and another, Lucient was unable to stop for how easily his husband destroyed his collar. Freed him again. "The witch doesn't deserve it, I know, I see all he's done but...but he doesn't die and it will keep him from chasing you."

"You'll hurt him first, he's seen it already, expects it."

"But not my gift?"

"No."

"Good, his visions aren't complete...we can surprise him. The daughter your book spoke of?"

"You read the--" narrow moonlight told him to ask later, answer now. "Away. She's friends with the witch's sister, out helping her find a new home."

"I...assumed her a child."

"She's a werewolf, hardly over a year old but twelve as far as prey sees her. Acts older on occasion."

"As the filth you had in our home."

"Si, amore mio, he found her. Helped me raise her. Has been her mentor and friend all her life. I didn't wa--"

"Chut. I want to collapse in your arms and die in that story. But we must visit the witch first."

"Anyone going to explain the collar thing?"

"Non. Husband, how do you visit him?"

"A mirror, it's chained up in the second floor closet. Knock three times to open it."

"You're coming with me."

"My love, he'll have me if I--"

"Oh, my perfect treasure. So long as I breathe free none will have you again...and we're not going through it."

--

"Detective, I'd not expected to see you again, and so deliciously nu--oh."

"So you want him still."

"He is the only who's--"

"He's mine and you should bleed for touching die for forcing. But, as you helped free me, and you're a thing I've not learned to kill...you may have this instead."

"Who is?"

"Someone to want you. We're done now. You'll not see my husband again. Not send any of your fetid mists either. Understood?"

"Do I get a choice in the matter?"

"Mage, your mind gave you away the moment he stepped up to the mirror."

"You saw them as well, didn't you, Pelagios?"

You will pay for the name, treasure.

Gladly, my love.

"I...I did, you, you want me. As I am?"

"With such deplorable extras imagined even. A perfect match."

"Not far off either..."

Adding to your punishment.

You could tear me to shreds and I'd beg more, my love.

...I missed you.

"I--I have a life!"

"Non, mon cheri, you don't."

"Paul will wonder where I am."

"He was thinking of others the moment you said goodbye. You are temporary to him, as you've been temporary to all your lovers. Even your roommates gave cursory--"

"My love..."

"Hm? Oh, point made then."

"Mm, precious thing. Let me dry your tears."

"He means to lick them, mage, but you may enjoy it."

Husband.

Digging myself deeper, I know.

"Yes, come...let me soothe you."

"You're so, so soft."

"Mm, as are you. I, I'll not bother you again, Detective...thank you for this gift."

"I'm a gift..."

"Oh yes, and you'll want for nothing in my care."

"My love, the mirror is in his bedroom. We may want to--"

"Moves fast, doesn't he."

"...he does."

"When we're done with these chains, I am scrubbing the filth off you. Then you're going to hold me in our bed while I dig in that skull for everything."

"Sounds like paradise..."

[ccatmunch]

doodle of shido thats been sitting on my pc for a while :]

[bellesheres1219]

My Vampire OC Floyd Nightshade

I am currently working on a novel and film called Vampire Detective. It's about a vampire who happens to be a detective in the Victorian era. This is my original character, Floyd Nightshade. He is intelligent, sarcastic, arrogant, charming, introverted, cynical, and gets a sick thrill out of killing people in a Jack the Ripper sort of way, but deep down he's noble and passionate about solving crimes. He has a distorted view of justice, he spares the innocent, but kills the guilty and he knows how to get away with murder. He goes by the nickname The Prince of Death. He loves all things dark and macabre. He's also a fan of Edgar Allen Poe.

[tankertalk]

tankerTWEETland comix #1660: Vampire Det. - "Fluffy...” (3/5/2024)

Today's comic is not about Millie and Prudence. I thought I'd give them a brief break and see what the Vampire Police Detective and his wife were up to. Evidently, it's about their cat, Fluffy. The first time I did this, the cat was black and then I thought if someone reads the comic and see why it's named Fluffy and there is a black cat, it didn't make sense, so I had to change it to a white cat. And yes, it is wearing a crucifix around it neck. I suspect I'll answer why Fluffy is wearing a crucifix at a later date.

[rhys-ravenfeather]

Something just occurred to me.

Sooooooo...given that 'vampire detective' is a popular enough character archetype to have a trope named after it, and just how many adaptations there have been of Sherlock Holmes over the years (including THAT one)...

Why haven't we gotten vampire! Sherlock Holmes yet????!?

[thewritingsofevbrowne]

NEW! CHAPTER - The Last Drop 🩸

Four years after the train crash that nearly ended his life and resulted in the death of his beloved wife. Detective James Barlowe is assigned a new case that will forever change his life. Thrown into a world he never believed existed.

James opened his eyes and looked around. He felt as though his body had been ripped apart and poorly stitched back together. He peeled his head off the snow to reveal a small pool of blood that had formed where his head once lay. He felt his forehead, he could feel that his right eyebrow had been gashed open. Disoriented, he tried to pull himself to his feet only to stumble into the snow. James lay back in the snow in defeat, he knew he had a few broken ribs. He sat up to see what was left of the train. Chaos had broken loose on the train. Man had turned against man and the only thing that had stopped the bloodshed was the explosion. The explosion in the car in front of them had derailed the train, leaving little to no survivors. Still deafened by the explosion, his ears still ringing. James groaned as he pulled himself to his feet. He could see a body laying in the snow in the distance. The snow was a few feet high. He struggled to push through the powdered snow that felt like razor blades against his skin. As he got closer, he soon realized it was Dawn. Laying in the snow, the white flakes were now painted with blood that surrounded her body. James crawled toward her body and pulled her into his embrace as he wept. Moving strands of her black hair out of her face, still wet from laying in the snow. He begged and pleaded for her to wake up. They ended up having to drag him away. He had fought hard to let her go and it took four men to drag him into the ambulance. James had survived the crash with a handful of others. He had never considered his house a home without the presence of Dawn. James had found himself in his therapist's office. Laying on a chaise lounge as his therapist told him the news. He had been diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder. He thought his career was over, with such a diagnosis under his belt. He would be forced to sit at a desk for the rest of his life. He wasn't going to let that happen and ended up bribing his therapist in return for keeping his secret. His therapist deemed him happy and healthy. In perfect psychological health to return to work. James awoke gasping and panting, he looked up to see Dawn towering over him.

"Have you sobered up yet?" Dawn asked, "I see you slept on the floor..." She laughed and offered him her hand.

James groaned as he reached out and took her hand. Dawn helped him to his feet and walked around him. She sniffed him and looked at him disgusted. James lifted his arm and smelt his underarms, not fazed by his own odour.

"You smell like you just crawled out of a cemetery..." Dawn told him.

[Continue Reading...]

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[jerthcontrol]

A more thorough page on Vin, with some little lore nuggets hidden within.

[kayla-marie-writes]

I'm glad that I've gotten into Asian dramas later than others because I have more series to discover and enjoy. Considering that I work from home, and I like having something to do in downtime or pleasant background noises, this is perfect for me. Today, I decided to type "vampire" in the search bar of my drama site. The poster for Vampire Detective caught my attention, and so did the trailer.😁

[technically-human]

Bf jacket

A commission for @mystic-marsh-arts that I loved working on! She always has the cutest ideas, and gave me so much freedom. I'm very happy she allowed me to include a bit of Charles here as well!

[myreyisbae]

Hi so if you're a follower you probably noticed I'm not super active with Moonlight (2007) content on this account (I got a bit of burnout which can definitely happen when you make content for a show that is older and does not have a currently active fandom

I am still looking for Moonlight promos and commercials when I can but it's gotten pretty hard recently (if anyone could help I would greatly appreciate it)

https://archive.org/details/moonlight-trailer-cbs

I'd like to work on an Art project for the 17th Anniversary but am working on other things at home and have recently got into the X-Men franchise (Scott summers/Cyclops is my favorite followed by Nightcrawler) anyway I do still plan to interact with this account but it will just be less frequently

[alexwilltellyouthings]

Hi queer fans of queer stuff! How are we feeling with today's TV industry? How about really bloody angry?

Look, the recent cancelation of Dead Boy Detectives is obviously personal for its fandom, but it's also one more nail in the coffin and I think we have to start doing something about it together.

I went through this with Sense8. With Our Flag Means Death. With smaller but also amazing shows like The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself. Not to mention when it's not cancelled yet but it's boycotted with seasons cut in half or zero marketing. *I am tired*.

If you are too, I ask you to join the campaign. This is specifically about increasing views and attention, not because Netflix is necessarily going to change their minds (we know that's unlikely), but because we want to prove that we exist as a group.

So even if you don't feel like actually watching right now, we ask you to give it a stream if you have a Netflix account, with headphones connected or low volume. If you don't have a Netflix account, and honestly good for you, you can help by boosting us in social media.

I do recommend Dead Boy Detectives for real, it's REALLY good, but this is more about joining forces. They want numbers, so we give them numbers in the most petty way: after they cancelled so that other networks will get interested. At the very least, the crew and creators might get some royalties and they deserve it after busting their asses for years to give us this season.

TL;DR: stream dead boy detectives as a community to shove it in their faces

[dyrewrites]

Bloodhound Vol1 -- you're supposed to put the toys away when you're done with them

At the door, swaying for the blood loss—a bite lasting far too long—Alessandro smiled through his warnings, “non perderti in lui. I have a lot of silver and a lot less patience than you do. I will check up, let me know if you need anything for the pup. She got a name yet?”

“Oriana,” Deluca said simply, smiling through a bitten lip for all the desire his meal inflamed as he held the Inspector steady—watching the soft glow barely hidden by his shirt as his sigils worked to keep him conscious.

“Nostalgic choice,” Alessandro nodded, “hope the husband approves.”

“He will,” he will, he assured himself, “grazie di tutto, il mio dolcetto delizioso.”

“Mm,” losing a breath for the epithet, Alessandro found it in the smirk, “Santino’s already on the paperwork, so once she’s good and calm I’ll be back for prints,” Someone sauntered down the stairs and all voice caught for how close, too close as he repeated his warning, yanking the big idiot closer to taste lips and tongue, “don’t get lost in him.”

Deluca didn’t respond to the warning, savoring the taste of his lips, his blood—the way the Inspector always managed to make him feel desired without dread attached.

When the door closed, possessive hands claimed his chest and a purr asked his ear, “how long have you had that pet?”

Turning to lose the hands, and keeping them from trying again, he lost the smooth voice he’d had with Alessandro, “I told you not to call him that and we’ve been colleagues for…a decade maybe.”

“And lovers?” Leandro tried to reclaim what was lost but it ignored him, heading up the stairs too quick to chase.

“Day or two after you,” he explained when he reached him.

Rushing ahead to force those eyes to his, he asked, “After me?”

“Si, Leandro,” Deluca clipped, holding wrists as his voice dipped into cruelty, “you were the first in a line of shameful dominoes. How’s that make you feel?”

“Lucky,” he purred, “but that wasn’t the behavior of a recent lover.”

“Clinging again,” he didn’t answer, but he did shove gently when he past by him, asking after another he wasn’t, “how’s my Oriana?”

“Why Oriana?” he asked, keeping on his heels.

But the question stopped them both, with Deluca sighing, “she was my best friend and first love, when I was trying to be what my parents wanted. Betrothed even...and I’ve always adored the name.”

“The cop was right to worry,” Leandro didn’t mean it as a taunt but it came out as one, “naming your daughter after another love...and a woman? Lucient won’t li—” the shove against the wall was not gentle, but he smiled for the hot hand so tight against his chest, near moaned for it.

“I told you to keep that name off your lips,” Deluca growled, “similarities aside, you are not my husband and you know nothing of who he is.”

“Tell me then,” flagrantly ignoring warning signs, Leandro pressed, “who is he?”

Unfortunately for him the Detective was full of the bracing, sorrowful blood of a man governed by more sense than he ever had himself. Shaking his head, he released the wolf and went to check on his wolf.

“Come on, sweetfangs,” Leandro cooed as they reached the door, “all the records are for atrocities and he can’t be all cutting and bleeding...and setting people on fire.”

“Mages,” Deluca corrected, watching his flower’s beast snore—surrounded by deep slashes of wood and concrete, every shelf in pieces—but the whimper behind him demanded more. More he gave without regard for how much he was sharing, “we set mages on fire, fucking perverted, child-raping mages. I’m fairly certain that’s what got him the sentence. They didn’t care about my village or the masquerade or the Hunters or the innocents...only the mages. Because the mages were on the Council.”

A distinct lack of response behind him, and a peaceful beast before him, turned Deluca around where he met a defiant pose too familiar coupled with eyes too chill.

“Like hell you did,” Leandro argued, unsure how to argue something so ludicrous, “you couldn’t have. No one kills Council members. It’s not possible. So you didn’t do it.”

Smirking, Deluca walked past him, “did and would do again, which is why he’s in a box and they won’t let me have him back.”

“Questa è una cosa folle, sei davvero pazzo,” a scoff followed the words, which met him in the kitchen and added to them, “there is no way that’s true.”

“I don’t know how to make it clearer,” wiping down a table that, to Leandro, appeared clean already Deluca continued to straighten up an already clean kitchen.

While Leandro sat in a chair and stared at him, “if that’s true, why aren’t you in a box too? You said ‘we’, so you did it too, right?”

The smile flashed at him was cruel and proud, “yes, I did.”

“O-okay...then why—”

Deluca cut him off by flopping too loud into the other chair and slamming a fist on the table yet he did not shout, voice remaining smooth, deep and angry, “I’m owned. A pet. He made certain they believed it so I would stay free...while he died,” eyes threatening tears, he turned his ring around as he added, “over and over and over.”

“You resent him for it,” the words weren’t for him, giddy as they fell, but Leandro spoke them loud enough to hear.

“If I did, Leandro,” Deluca warned, leaning too close not to ache for his lips, “I wouldn’t admit it to you.”

Taking his cruelty with a dramatic pout, Leandro heard the knock before the bell and rose to fetch what he’d ordered. Leaning for a kiss not returned, “you just did.”

Deluca remained at the kitchen table, but was alerted by the frantic thoughts of the delivery boy what Leandro was fetching.

[teethburied]

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Here are some of my gifs for your reference.

I will gif you ANY tv show, movie or music video!

Some ideas for what I can make you: a full dialogue scene (x), a gifset of a character, a relationship (x), gifs of 5 of your favorite characters (x), [character] + [subject] (x), character wearing a specific outfit, landscape shots or whatever else you'd like! If you have questions you can also dm me.

#gifsforgaza

other gif comms: linoyes, nopickls, jyndor, hyunin editing & proofreading comms: lastlatebraker