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Day 15 - Vampire/Werewolf

Canon but Kaeya is a Vampire

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It's still an AU, right?

As always, all entries for this week (Day 14 to Day 20) can be found on my Patreon already!

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my part of an art trade w @tiredsleep <33 vampire kaeya teehee

[addictofanimation]

Which AU Would You Guys Prefer...?

I'm genuinely curious about writing a Supernatural AU for the Ragbros but I'm torn on who to make what. I might go ahead and write both but I'm curious as to which one is more interesting to you personally.

I've usually seen Vampire Diluc and Werewolf Kaeya and I can see why. I can already imagine Crepus dealing with an intruder but Kaeya goes full werewolf and deals with the intruder quickly since they weren't expecting a werewolf in the house.

When it comes to Werewolf Ragnvindrs, I can see Kaeya hearing movement and seeing a large red wolf going past his room and him being frozen in fear.

Both ideas are enticing. Which would you guys prefer? Or do you like both ideas as much as I do?

[miroimirage]

Revisited this older vampire Kaeya piece and tried to play around with it I'm still never going to finish it but it was fun!! (If you like my art and would like to support a small artist (me), I've got an inprnt! Grab prints of this and other drawings of mine!)

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Wrote this mostly because I wanted to try something out (>x<)

[chaeyablood]

I Know the World's a Broken Bone Part 4

vampire chaeya au

chapter masterlist

words: 1492

CW: slight gore, unsanitary handling of wounds

The vampire had hardly noticed the actual bullet coming out until he saw Tartaglia about to toss it in his mouth—blood and all—like a piece of candy. "Stop-!" He quickly sat up and snatched the man's wrist, immediately confiscating the bullet. "Don't you know that ingesting vampire blood would turn you?!"

Tartaglia simply pouted. "It looks so tasty though."

The vampire sulked, but he couldn't deny that he was worried about another attack so soon. Even though he could easily handle getting shot three times with silver bullets, he was going to have a few hours of downtime while his body repaired itself.

"Do me a favor and pretend to be asleep. I'm going to tell my family that you're an injured hunter. Don't say anything, don't open your eyes. They won't notice anything wrong if you cooperate, okay?"

"Do you kidnap injured humans frequently?"

"No," the question made Tartaglia laugh, "but it wouldn't be the first time. Don't worry, you're in safe hands." The vampire only huffed in response.

It wasn't long before the two arrived at Tartaglia's family home. He smiled a bit to his family, not minding their faces of surprise.

"Ajax..." His mother frowned, apprehensively eyeing the seemingly unconscious man.

"Mama, he will be just fine. Don't worry."

"That's a lot of blood," commented his brother, having briefly poked his head in to see what Ajax had brought home for dinner.

"He's a hunter, Anthon. There was an accident but it's not that serious. He'll be okay."

"No dinner?"

"No game this time. Sorry. I'll cook something else for you."

"Big brother!" A higher pitched voice exclaimed suddenly after running into the room. "Did you finally catch the vampire??"

Tartaglia laughed a little. "Nope, Teuce. It evaded me once again. But you'd better not go out into the woods or it'll eat you up."

There was a disappointed sound from the little boy but he seemed to know better than to argue with his oldest brother, if the vampire had to guess. He could also smell the presence of another kid, but they were silent and Kaeya could feel their eyes on him. It was slightly unsettling. All he could do was wait for Tartaglia bid them goodnight and carry him away from their prying eyes and ears.

It wasn't long before he set the vampire down on the bed, seeming pleased with the bit of blood that was now staining the white sheets. The vampire sat up as soon as it was out of the man's arms, not seeming happy to be stuck indoors in an unfamiliar house full of unfamiliar people. It said nothing, but the apprehensive look in its eye was enough for Tartaglia.

"Don't worry..." He tried to soothe the vampire again. "None of them are going to bother you. Unless you count me."

The creature scoffed. "I don't even get to be alone?"

"My house, my rules. Not that I think you would hurt my family, but I won't be too careful. I don't intend to find out the hard way."

"Ugh. You humans are so annoying. I just ate a few days ago. I have no need to feed again so soon."

"Is that so?"

"It is. We feed every two weeks or so."

"Hmm, I see. Well," Tartaglia grinned as usual. "That isn't going to stop me from keeping an eye on you."

The vampire huffed. "You're the worst."

"Thank you!" The ginger's grin only grew wider. The vampire could only look at him with contempt in return.

"When am I going to be able to call you by your name?"

"Never." The man with blue hair half glared at him. "You don't need to know it. Don't try to be so buddy-buddy with me. I have no interest in being close to you."

"And yet you trusted me to help you when you needed it."

"I could have fought them off if I had wanted to. I didn't need your help."

"Sure, sure... and you don't think you need a place to rest and yet you let me bring you here. Why is that?"

"Stop arguing with me. You clearly are the type of person who wants to play the hero, so I let you. End of story."

"How kind of you to indulge me, comrade." Tartaglia laughed. "Indulge me a little longer and let me get these bullets out of you."

"Sure. Go ahead." The vampire shrugged off Tartaglia's coat and his own shirt so that the ginger could properly access the bullet wound in its shoulder. He did somewhat bask in how Tartaglia looked over his torso. He knows how beautiful others find him, and despite not seeing it himself, the reactions of others were somewhat validating.

The vampire scrunched his face up a bit as Tartaglia began to pry the scab off of his first wound. Vampire blood is thicker than human blood so it took a bit of digging even just to separate it from the cool flesh. Not to mention that he'd have to reach inside of it since the goal was to retrieve another bullet.

"Does it hurt, comrade?" Tartaglia didn't seem concerned. He had what might have been a hunger in his eyes. What a strange person he was indeed.

"No," came the stoic reply.

"Indulging me again? Don't you think you should quit doing that?"

"I'll do what I want. Are you complaining?"

"No, of course not." The ginger swallowed. "Think you could cry for me?"

The vampire glared at him. "Of course not. I said it doesn't hurt."

"It would be quite an enjoyable show, I'll admit."

"Forget it. Just get the bullet out and fuck off."

"Ah ah ah, so hasty. I don't even get to patch you up?"

"I'm not human," the vampire spat. "As you can see, the healing process is much faster than yours. Bandages aren't necessary."

"Only willing to play along for so long... I have to wonder if it was ever really an act."

"You cannot seriously think that you could actually cause me pain." He huffed flatly.

"Is that a challenge?"

"No. God—" The vampire coughed a bit as if the word physically ailed him. "You're so fucking annoying."

"Pushing buttons is what I do best, comrade." Tartaglia's smile widened once again.

"Find a new hobby. This isn't cute."

"You think I'm cute??"

"What-" The vampire glared up at him. "That is literally the opposite of what I just said!"

The ginger laughed a bit. "Defensive much? It's okay. At least your eye seems to work well enough."

"I swear to god—" The poor thing was sent into another short coughing fit— "I am going to kill you the next time you show up in my part of the woods."

"Really??" Tartaglia seemed to get his hopes up. The vampire could almost swear the threat made the ginger perk up visibly. He wasn't just going to give this weirdo the satisfaction. He just stared blankly at Tartaglia, who grinned back. "There's nothing I love more than a good fight."

"You couldn't possibly survive a fight with me. I'm much more powerful than you. Even if I tried to go easy on you, your neck would still probably get snapped."

The hunger in Tartaglia's eyes returned stronger as he dug his finger deeper into the wound. "Is that so?" The vampire squeaked at the sudden movement and quickly shut his mouth, glaring up at the other.

"It is."

"How cute..." Tartaglia seemed genuinely happy to have gotten such a reaction out of him. He seemed less tense and more adoring as he continued to slowly reach for the bullet. "Ah, there it is." He stopped and removed his finger when he found it, needing something smaller to be able to grip it properly. The vampire stoically watched Tartaglia, noticing right away that his pupils had expanded slightly when he'd shown his pain. He supposed he should stop questioning that the hell was wrong with this man or he'd continue to ponder it every time Tartaglia did anything ever.

He'd hardly noticed the actual bullet coming out until he saw Tartaglia about to throw it in his mouth—blood and all—like a piece of candy.

"Stop-!" He quickly sat up and snatched the man's wrist, immediately confiscating the bullet. "Don't you know that ingesting vampire blood would turn you?!" Tartaglia simply pouted.

"It looks so tasty though."

"Please..." The vampire spoke exasperatedly. "Please tell me you weren't going to swallow the bullet." Tartaglia wasn't (he had found that he liked to click bullets between his teeth sometimes), but it wasn't like the vampire needed to know that.

"I've passed worse things."

The vampire just stared at him, looking for any trace of dishonesty. He searched well, and the longer he looked, the longer he wondered how this man was even alive. He said nothing as he broke the eye contact and sighed.

"I don't even want to know."

"What, you're not even the least bit curious?"

"You humans sure are weird. I've heard enough. I don't want to know."

Tartaglia pouted a little. "Hmph. Fine, I'll never tell you."

"Good." The vampire knew that the question would unfortunately stay on the back burner in his mind, and Tartaglia knew it too.

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Clouds slowly clouded the one's sunny sky of any light turning it into a light of grey instead, harsh sets of wind blew alongside the forest trees that surrounded you moving agreesively as leaf's flew all over. Signaling the birds and animals around that there was gonna be an incoming storm.

You couldn't help but shiver at the harsh winds, quickly retiring back from your hike as you tried stalking your way outta there but to no avail. As the tall trees surrounded the area blocking you view of any kind of path especially the one you'd took from the nearest village. Now to only end up lost in the unknown.

As if your day couldn't get any worse small droplets of water began spilling out from the sky, one by one it soon became heavy, while you tried finding an alternative way out.

You're thought's soon halted when the booming sounds of thunder accompanied by even more rain.

Sighing as you felt yourself being drenched in rain water and the coldness by the gust of winds that made their way to you.

Thankfully luck was finally on your side as you began to follow up a small path at the distance that led to an open field, in between stood proudly a large rundown manor that looked like it would've have been something glamorous at it's time or area of prime. Sadly now that's left is a dark and hallow place with over growned weeds that covered the cracked walls and fences making it look somewhat unsettling.

While standing in the pouring you felt a shiver around yourself, quickly gathering your breath before sprinting towards the manor for shelter, then leaning against one of the pillars as you took to catch your breath and shaking yourself rid of any form of water to dry off. You opted to staying outside but after glancing back at the dark clouds you knew it wasn't gonna end anytime soon.

Glancing towards the manor doors instead you too you thought I'd be best to dry instead even though no one lived here the places was basically abandoned so...

But something inside you kept you away from that decision, from all the horror story's you've consumed you're entry. Peering into the darkness you couldn't help but gulp. Stepping into the mansion closing the door behind that left clanking sound. Finally you were inside!

Adjusting your eyes you took in the place/surrounding the place you stood before was a grand entrance in between leading to long stairway, and in the corner left you spotted and old dusty looking couch near a window in the corner that showed the pouring rain outside.

*This was probably some kind of greeting area for guests to wait*

Not opting to wandering around the place you decide to stay where ever where. Unhooking your backpack you placed it against the couch before plopping onto it letting out a large sigh, before slowly drifting off to sleep the only sounds could be heard was the constant clicks of rain droplets against the window and your heartbeat, surprisingly it was peaceful?

But at the same time you couldn't shake off the feeling like you where being watched, somehow it probably was your imagination, it was the case though when you suddenly felt something cold and slender pressed against your hands!?

Your entire body felt numb your eyes closed shut only the thoughts racing inside your head where unbound. Your heartbeat quickened with a set of pearls sliding off the top of your head. The hand started caressing your cheek before slowly trailing down to your exposed collarbone. You wanted to wake up and push away who ever was touching you but couldn't. Like prey being captured by its predator you froze in place to afraid for the outcome.

You then heard a low chuckle, accompanied by the hand placing itself onto your shoulder instead.

[lovers-lake]

I hope kaeya alberich dies and goes to hell today

[dizzybizz]

blorbos ive missed drawing,,, mostly cookies cus i miss those fuckers so bad help me

and me throwing various sketches on a page, slapping color on em n calling it a day

[chaeyablood]

I Know the World's a Broken Bone Chapter Masterlist

✨ Part 1

words: 837

It wasn't that Tartaglia was afraid of getting kidnapped or killed by the vampire. He simply did not want it to leave. He wanted to hear its lovely voice again, to be able to admire its pretty face. There was much he didn't know about. Much he didn't have time to ponder as his head felt felt like it was being filled with cotton. It became too hard to think.

✨ Part 2

words: 540

"And you were just willing to trust that I wouldn't kill you." Tartaglia laughed a bit. "I wouldn't have let you." The vampire rolled its eye. "Right." They both knew that the trance caused by the venom put the ginger in a position where he couldn't think, move, or feel. If it had wanted to kill him, there would have been nothing he could have done about it. "So what brings you back here?"

✨ Part 3

words: 767

"Do you know who I am? I could have you killed for disobeying me. If your master is so unhappy with bullets and a little vampire blood, tell them they can come pick up their little prize—in Il Dotorre's lab." He grinned as the men paled. "Now, stay put and I'll get those bullets for you. I mean it. One step forward and I'll disembowel you myself." When he was sure the men would obey him, he knelt down to the injured vampire, gently running a hand down its back in attempt to soothe it. It didn't take Tartaglia long to recover a single bullet from the vampire, who didn't move or breathe whatsoever. He'd be worried if these men weren't buffoons with silver bullets.

✨ Part 4

words: 1492

CW: mild gore, unsanitary handling of wounds

The vampire had hardly noticed the actual bullet coming out until he saw Tartaglia about to toss it in his mouth—blood and all—like a piece of candy. "Stop-!" He quickly sat up and snatched the man's wrist, immediately confiscating the bullet. "Don't you know that ingesting vampire blood would turn you?!"

Status: Unfinished

[chaeyablood]

I Know the World's a Broken Bone Part 1

vampire au chaeya

chapter masterlist

words: 837

It wasn't that Tartaglia was afraid of getting kidnapped or killed by the vampire. He simply did not want it to leave. He wanted to hear its lovely voice again, to be able to admire its pretty face. There was much he didn't know about. Much he didn't have time to ponder as his head felt felt like it was being filled with cotton. It became too hard to think.

The darkness of the night was comforting to Tartaglia. Even as he walked through the woods, there was nothing to fear, at least not in his eyes. He was strong enough to protect himself and he liked living on the edge like that. It reminded him of his days spent in the abyss, where all of his time was spent fighting strange monsters just to survive. There were rumors of vampires living in these woods, but no one had actually seen one. Tartaglia was pretty sure it was something told to kids to scare them out of going into the woods by themselves.

Fortunately, he is not a child, and he doesn't have to listen to anyone who tries to tell him what he should or shouldn't do.

Not only that, but he could see well in the dark due to having to survive in the abyss for quite some time. Humans may fear the unknown, but Tartaglia has seen it all. There is nothing that scares him anymore.

Not even the rustles in the trees above him. He never saw the movement directly; it was a bit too fast for even Tartaglia to be able to tell what kind of animal was moving around up there. It sounded big though. The thought only excited him. If he got to see it, would it put up a fight? Try to chase him off? Try to kill him? He couldn't help but hum a bit to himself as he continued to walk through the bushes. Why take a trail when you can explore the less traveled parts of the forest? Eventually he sat down at the base of a tree, wondering if the creature would go on its way or stay with him.

The shifting of the leaves seemed to come to a stop. That was enough of an answer for him. He leaned the back of his head against the tree, leaving his neck wide open and closing his eyes. If the creature wasn't a figment of his imagination, he didn't know what else it could be if not the vampire. He wondered if it would take the bait.

He found out rather quickly when he was tackled by someone impossibly fast. Instinctively, he had started to struggle, but when his eyes snapped open, it seemed that he was being straddled by the most beautiful person he'd ever seen in his life. Maybe it was the moonlight or his adrenaline, but either way, the hunger in this man's beautiful eye and the tips of sharp fangs he could see inside slightly parted lips had Tartaglia unwilling to fight at all.

"Go on," the ginger tilted his head back to expose more of his neck. "Do it. I know you want to."

The vampire stared down at him for a moment before lowering his face to take what he was being so generously offered. Both of Childe's hands were firmly held in place by the vampire as his breath ghosted against the side of his neck, close to his ear.

"Don't worry..." The vampire's voice was only slightly more than a whisper. "It isn't going to hurt much." Childe had started to open his mouth in response before he felt the vampire's fangs sink into his sensitive skin. It stung pleasantly, but the sensation quickly faded. He opened his mouth to complain, but his thoughts were stolen from him as his head started to spin. He felt a bit woozy, soon fighting to stay conscious as the vampire's mouth stayed on his neck.

It wasn't that he was afraid of getting kidnapped or killed by the vampire. He simply did not want it to leave. He wanted to hear its lovely voice again, to be able to admire its pretty face. There was much he didn't know about. Much he didn't have time to ponder as his head felt felt like it was being filled with cotton. It became too hard to think.

By the time Tartaglia awoke, the vampire was long gone. The sun shone through the trees and the dappled light highlighted his freckles perfectly. His thoughts were still a bit muddy, but his first coherent one was mourning the loss of the beautiful man that had pinned him down the night before. He brought two fingers up to verify that the wound was real, and that the whole ordeal wasn't something he'd just imagined when he sat down to rest.

But there they were. Two slightly raised bumps far enough from each other to eliminate any other possibility. They were more sore today, to Tartaglia's delight. He gently pushed on them to feel how they stung, to prove that the situation was not just in his head. The information made him giddy. He'd have to come back in a few days' time to see if the vampire would come back again. Oh, who was he kidding, he'd be back again tonight. But for now, he'd hunt some animals to bring home and feed his family.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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