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[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Moon boys as Vampires

The boys know living with them is unique enough and them being vampires now was another level and a bit unusual if you think about them having full on mood changes depending on each phase of the moon.

Although they have certain needs now, they refuse of being the cliche vampire you would normally see in movies. Apart from the need for blood and cold skin, mind you.

Whenever they see a spot for a vampire movie or show, the boys can't help but make remarks about it or fun.

How Steven just laughs and makes fun of the vampire being shown.

“If they call that thing a vampire then we should be called frickin’ Dracula...”

How Marc just cringes whenever he sees the vampire practically glitter and immediately seduces like all woman around him.

“Uh, what kind of freaking soft porn is that? Ugh...”

How Jake just makes disgusting faces and cusses in Spanish when the vampire's skin starts to evapurate as soon as he gets exposed to the sun.

“Qué carajo es este espectáculo de mierda? Qué clase de coño es ese? La piel se quema con el sol, pff!”

(What the fuck is this shitshow even? What kind of pussy is that? Skin burns in the sun, pff!!)

The boys are still the same, they just have a hunger for blood and their senses are heightened.

For example you can try as hard as you want, they always know if your body is acting up or your emotions going wild. You can't fool them.

Moon phases affect them positively and negatively if you will, and since they most probably are still serving Khonshu, the cheeky god can manipulate the moon into different phases, resulting in the other gods just yapping at him, so he gets away with it too.

On full moon, Marc Steven and Jake have especially heightened senses and their emotions and characteristics are stronger too.

Steven gets even more clingy and affectionate.

Marc gets even more possessive and horny.(good luck with that btw... honestly)

Jake gets even more in the mood to hunt.

Whenever a Blue moon happens (or if Khonshu manipulates it to get the boys to chill), they are so calm and sweet that it almost makes you forget they are vampires. Even their hunger seems to be lower during that time.

Steven is sugarcoated anyway, but during blue moon he is candilized in the sweetest way possible.

Marc is just utterly chill and sweet, his sweet side is practically shining out of him.

Jake just loves being near you every second he can, he is almost like a cat wanting nothing more than to lounge around you.

But with a blue moon, comes also a red moon, or Eclipse. During this time their vampire demeanors shine through the roof.

Their eyes are practically glowing red if they get hungry. Not even Steven is sweet during this phase.

Their need for blood is tripled up, their... lets say feral sides are more prominent and their sex drive is shooting up real fast.

What's also through the roof is their possessive and jealous nature during a red moon. If any of them catch you staring at someone even for a second longer, they'd assume you find that person attractive and want to put you back in your place once you're alone.

What's common for them to do with you during red moon is fucking you while drinking only so much that all it would take is one more single drop until you pass out from bloodloss.

They are simply feral during an Eclipse.

But during normal days, they act like they usual do.

Steven is the one who doesn't like the feeding because he always thinks they're hurting you with their fangs.

Marc does actually have some contacts willing to be donors for them so they won't have to feed on you if you don't want that. Though, if you're okay with it, he is on board.

Jake actually prefers others too, but he will try to make you comfortable enough before he feeds. If they only have you for the time being, he doesn't shy away to feed on you.

All three of them despise animal blood, especially Marc and Jake. Steven usually just downs it immediately before he regrets it instantly and makes faces.

They do have cold skin, which may be good in warm seasons but not the cold ones. They all hate the cold skin too but when you cuddle up with them anyway, they feel warm inside.

The boys also hate the Twilight movies because they hate the portrayal of the vampires in them. Just because they have the abilities doesn't mean they have to use them in order to make people fall for them. That's not how they met you.

They for some reason do like Dracula though, because they think he's just cool.

Sometimes the boys can't help but get jealous, especially if thanks to their enhanced smelling, they smell the scent of another person on you. They get especially jealous if it's another guy.

“Love is that the smell of what I think it is?” Steven would ask if his face is buried in your neck after you came home.

“Mi amor, were you with a man?” Jake would say the moment his nose catches the smell.

“You know we can smell you were with guys, right sweetheart?” Marc would remark after his face was close to your neck.

Their prefered spot on where they want to feed is also different.

Steven mostly uses your wrist for a quick feeding but won't say no to your snacky looking neck. (I mean, can you resist his soft, tiny bit worry filled brown eyes looking at you while your blood dribbles down his chin?)

Marc prefers your neck more but has no problem with your wrist as long as he gets his snack. Though if he's feral he's attacking your neck...

Jake only drinks from your neck since he's into that tasty vein of yours and won't take your poor amount of veins in your wrist...

Speaking of biting... they all are into love bites and hickeys, especially your neck. They would even try to convince you not wearing any scarf so their marks would be visible. Gets them going.

The boys also have their prefered spots for love bitings. Jake loves your neck and shoulders, Marc loves your chest area, stomach and sometimes your waist, Steven loves your thighs and everything between. But they all love each part of your body equally.

It's obvious the boys can be assholes if they want to, especially Marc and Jake.

The most asshole-thing even Steven does is just sneak up on you from behind to scare you. You never even expect him until it's too late with his cat-like steps.

What Marc and Jake do is a bit more asshole-like, like staring you down like some delicious snack, teasing you about it and flashing cheshire cat rivaling grins to flash their fully extended fangs at you. Some habits die hard even after death.

The most asshole thing they can do though is asking Khonshu to manipulate the moon phase to their liking so they can be all-scary-vampire-like.

But they can be total sweethearts too. Their charming sides come out even more often, so they like taking you out on fancy and expensive restaurants followed by Jake driving you around until you fall asleep. Hand kissings included.

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[melodygatesauthor]

Moon Boys w/ a Vampire SO

Moon Boys X f!Vamp!Reader

Thank you @grumpyahjumma for requesting. Holy HELL this one got away from me. PLEASE READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, blood, blood play, blood as lube, the boys are human, reader is a vampire, p in v creampie, blood eating, lots of blood so don't read if you're squeamish. I think I tagged everything but just be warned that I went in on these headcanons a little so please just know that. Ok ily bye.

Word Count: 1.5k

Marc

Caring for You -

Marc isn’t going to want you going outside during the day at all. There was one time he forgot your umbrella on a rainy day (cloudy days are normally safe for you but the boys usually bring an umbrella in case the clouds clear), and when the clouds did clear, it was an all out mad dash to the car before you, quite literally, burned to death. Marc decided never to risk that again, so now you just stay indoors with him when he’s fronting.

You hadn’t expected Marc to take an interest in cuisine, but he started trying to figure out new and interesting recipes with…blood…that you might enjoy. Most were admittedly a miss, but you were supportive in trying them anyway.

Marc is an acts of service kind of man, so he will be making sure the house is “vampire friendly”. There are dark, light eliminating curtains on every window.

Since you never sleep you have lots of hobbies and Marc is supportive of them all. He enjoys you telling him about them and sometimes joining you. Marc also likes when you ask him to help you with projects, he likes feeling needed.

Feeding -

Marc often feels like he’s not as useful to you as he wants to be, so he feels good knowing that you need him for anything, but especially if it means sustaining your life.

Marc, being touch starved as he is, loves the closeness of feeding. He prefers to be completely naked while you do it, and so do you. He likes the feeling of your chest against his. Sometimes though, after an especially hard day, his favorite position is to have his back against your chest while you’re draining him from the neck.

He doesn’t whine or whimper like Steven does, but he lets out deep exhales through his nostrils that remind you of something sort of primal while you drink your fill.

Fucking -

Sex with Marc is always nice, but it’s particularly spectacular during or just after a feeding. Marc is always stiff, uptight and stressed, so seeing him a little dazed from blood loss and just laying back and letting you satisfy him is nice. He prefers to just curl up next to you and rest his cock inside of you while just feeling your closeness, but sometimes he likes to fuck you while you feed.

Marc’s favorite position is when you’re on the couch, he’s resting his head on your shoulder, your back is against his chest, cock sheathed in your soaking wet hole, and his bleeding wrist is pressed against your lips.

“Feels good baby.” He says in a breathless tone, rutting up into you, “never felt anything like this, shit.”

When he’s weakened from blood loss, but still hard inside of you, you’ll take over, pressing both feet firmly on the floor, grabbing hold of his knees tightly and riding him. Even in his fatigue, he’ll squeeze your cheeks and tap them lovingly.

“Love the way your pussy looks baby, sliding down over me like that.”

One time he even dropped some of the blood from his wrist onto his cock while you were riding him. You’d never felt anything so warm.

Steven

Caring for you -

Steven has insisted that if you aren’t going to use them for feeding every time you’re hungry (maybe they’re weak or you just fed and they need time to replenish), that you use blood bags. He won’t tolerate harming others or animals.

That being said, Steven gets a job at a blood bank just to support your need even though blood grosses him out and he ends up forfeiting the body to Marc to get through the shift.

Steven is always making sure that you have your sunhat and carries an umbrella around to keep you out of the sun.

He's sort of an insomniac and so he stays up late with you, which you appreciate, but when it’s time for him to go to sleep you lull him to bed by reading some of his favorite books to him, fingers entwined in his hair.

He’s always forgetting that you’re a vampire when he makes food and asks you if you want some. “Oh, oh yeah, heh, sorry love, I’m guessing you don’t want anything to do with a bowl of cereal yeah?”

Feeding -

Feeding is surprisingly one of Steven’s favorite things to do with you because of how intimate it can be. There’s nothing quite like him with his arms wrapped around you, and yours around his, while you feed. 

He giggles a little at how cold you are when you first touch him, but eventually he warms your body as you drink.

Steven whines and whimpers while you take from him. He’s delicious, and though they all taste the same, they all make you feel different. Steven is soft, gentle, you feel bad taking too much from him, and so you only take exactly what you need, and nothing more.

You would think he’d be so tired he’d pass right out, but feeding often arouses Steven. He usually says something along the lines of, “feels so good to know I’m part of you, like we’re connected or somefin.”

Fucking -

Steven’s cock is thick and erect by the time you’re halfway through your feeding. He’s been rutting against your leg for some time now and doesn’t even give you the chance to get your panties off before he’s tugging them aside and plunging it deep within your soaking cunt.

He’s told you before that nothing feels as good as having an orgasm while you drink from him. You wouldn’t ever know what that felt like, but you knew that having an orgasm while feeding was like nothing you’d experienced as a human.

Steven would gain energy out of nowhere as he got closer, he was weakened from the blood loss but once he was about to lose it he would start thrusting vigorously, saying things like, “oh, oh my, dove you can…suck it from me harder, just take it all I don’t care,” and “don’t stop, drain me, drain my body please…”

You weren’t sure if he was talking about draining him of blood or…something else.

Jake

Caring for You -

Jake is your partner in crime. He’s mastered shutting the boys out when you need a brutally good feeding and helps you in finding the perfect victim. You’re not cruel, you’re not going after innocent people or kids, but you’re sure the woman who was about to be the victim of a stabbing in an alleyway was grateful for you and Jake.

Jake is a man of the night, and so as long as the body isn’t in need of rest, he’s up with you. He likes dancing to music in the living room and sometimes taking long walks along the beach in the moonlight with you.

Jake knows that sometimes your jaw aches from feeding and…other activities, so he’s mastered giving you facial massages to soothe your muscles.

Feeding -

Even though they all share the same body, Jake can somehow keep his strength longer than the others while you’re feeding from him. You can’t explain it, and neither can they, but he pushes through by some miracle.

Jake also doesn’t stop at just the neck for feeding. He wants bites all over his body. He especially loves the ones you leave on his lower abdomen and in between his thighs.

One time, he was sitting on the edge of the bed and you bit deep into his inner thigh. He grunted from the pain, but once you were drinking he was moaning deeply. Neither of you even had to touch his cock for him to shoot cum all over your face while you fed.

Fucking -

Jake often blurred the lines between feeding and fucking. Not that the others didn’t, but feeding was almost always foreplay for Jake. You’d made it common practice to remove the sheets and replace them with plastic when it came time to have sex with Jake after and during a feeding because it always got messy.

You were biting him, covering his entire body in marks that trickled small streams of blood. He especially loved when he couldn’t tell the difference between the wetness from your cunt, or from his blood while he was fucking you. Both liquids were warm, and slick while he pounded deep into your slippery channel.

Jake also loved how he could get rough with you. He could bite you, slap you, squeeze his hands around your throat and nearly choke you to death and you would come right out of it like nothing had ever happened.

“I just wanna tear you open bebita.” He says, digging his nails into your hips, scratching the skin there harshly.

It wasn’t that you couldn’t feel pain, you certainly could, but your wounds could heal within moments, especially being so well fed. Having Jake fill you up until you were dripping with his spend while nearly ripping your skin off felt better than you liked to admit.

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[my-secret-shame]

[oddballwriter]

Daily Bite

Summary: You take up a job with a trashy celebrity newspaper to go undercover under a housekeeper for a mysterious tycoon family who never lets the public eye see them just outside of Chicago. Your job is simple: collect information and send it back to the company to publish. But it seems like things are stranger than you originally thought they were going to be.

Warnings: Vampire au. No gore happens here, but if this gets enough love, then the story will progress, and there might be a few cases of that in future parts. Gender-neutral reader, no mention of pronouns or any type of anatomy. This whole thing is very pilot-y.  

Author’s Snip: Here I go again with my vampires lol. Will I ever finish a series? Who knows. But now this is here and I want to know if you guys are game.

Notes: This whole thing is what I'm going to call a Pilot-Fic. Basically, this is a thought that's been rattling inside of my head, and I want to do it, but I want to see if you guys are interested. So this is basically going to be a teaser and pilot for it to possibly get green-lit by you guys. At the end, I'll put a poll and you guys can choose if you want this to continue. 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 2,876

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You were a journalist who was as broke as bricks. That's how you ended up with this incognito job working for a trashy celebrity press company. This isn't where you had thought you'd be in your life when you studied and majored in journalism, but it was better than having nothing. It wasn't anything personal to who you were sent to spy on; the company was just offering you a fat stack, and your contract had it stated that this was your only job and then you're free, and also they’re able to cover your tracks on who you are so that you’re not identified once everything goes public. So, the only dirt on your hands will just be morally.

Anyhow, your job revolved around an interesting, albeit strange, tycoon family, the Spectors, who’s managed to successfully stay out of the public eye for nearly two centuries now based in the outskirts of Chicago. You aren’t too sure what they’re a tycoon of, but the press company made it very clear that they were very lucrative and secretive about themselves. Locking themselves in their large mansion and even larger estate away from the eyes of the world and doing all their business there. The only people allowed to see or be near them are the staff employed on their estate and a handful of outsiders who do whatever task they’re given and then immediately kicked out, each and every single one of them having to sign nondisclosure agreements and getting buried in cease and desist letters and threats of lawsuits to any who dare say a thing about them.

Thankfully, you aren’t too in the dark as to who’s living in that big old mansion. According to the sparse few who have said something, there are three men who are all identical triplets and are heirs to the family business and wealth, but seemingly all agree to keep to the estate and never go out. Their names are Marc, Steven, and Jake, most likely being juniors and sharing the same names as the other pair of triplet sons from the Spector family before they randomly became closed off to the world.

Not much is known about them other than that those giving the information either got buried in legal papers or chose to shut up. Everything else is in the walls of the mansion and the sealed mouths of the staff.

But that’s where you come in.

There were two job openings for housekeeping and cleaners that the company managed to catch and send to you. You applied, and you managed to get the job. The only thing is, you would have to pack up and move into the mansion since the only job is listed as a live-in. That was fine, though, you’d still be getting paid by the owners, have a roof over your head, and food, so you would have to find a place to rent and try and supply yourself with groceries. So you packed up what you had and headed off for Chicago and the Spector estate.

However, it seems like the universe wanted to give you a bit of comeuppance though. The press company wanted you to arrive a few days early so that “they don’t have time to hide anything”, but the day that you made it to Chicago it was bucketing rain and you still needed to get to the estate in the outskirts. You did pack an umbrella, but it wasn’t doing much good in these conditions.

You decide that the best way to get there is a taxi. Thankfully, just as soon as you signal for one, one comes shortly after. The driver rolls down the window; you can’t see him too well due to the screen between the driver and passenger seat, but you can hear him clearly when he asks where you’re heading. You tell him, and he says he knows how to get there. You then pay him upfront to save you from having to pay when you get there since you’ll have to take your luggage out of the trunk too.

Sliding into the back seat, you find that he’s also got the screen between the front and back of the car, still obscuring him from being seen properly by you, coupled with his driver's hat and coat. It doesn’t really matter to you. You’re just happy to get a break from that god-awful rain for now.

“This money better be worth it.” you quietly grumble to yourself as the driver takes off.

Along the drive he starts conversation with you. Nothing too big, just casual small talk.

“So what’s over there for you at the old Spector place?” he asks. “I got a job there,” you answer simply. He lets out a ‘huh’ as a response. “Not a lot of those in there.” he says before adding, “They rarely let new people in. You must be lucky to have gotten that job, huh?”. You shrug, “I guess so. It was the last application I made.”.

“You having trouble with finding jobs?” he questions.

“Yeah. Not much out there for someone like me, I suppose,” you answer.

“What’s your expertise?” the driver asks.

You hesitate to answer at first before landing on a half-truth, “Journalism. But I gave up on that. All the good stuff is taken already.” you say. “Journalism,” the driver echoes back. “Why do you say all the good jobs are taken? I’m sure someone’s looking for a journalist out there?” he says after a moment. You sigh and answer in a mumble, “Well, I didn’t find any.” as you thought about your current job.

“But I guess working as a live-in housekeeper isn’t too bad of an in-between job.” the driver says, which catches your attention and makes you confused. “I never said what I was going there for,” you say in your confession. The driver notices your apprehension and says, “Lucky guess. Most people who get a job there are there to be housekeeping.” with a nonchalant attitude. That shook off your confusion, and you shrugged back with your own remark, “Well then, I’m no different.”.

After a brief silence, the driver speaks again with a strange question.

“You’re not scared, are you?”.

“Why would I be scared?” you question.

“People like to tell scary stories about that place. Talking about how they never seem to leave that old place and don’t talk to anyone and making up all kinds of stuff.” the driver says.

“What kind of stuff?” you ask.

You can hear a sort of humor in the drivers voice as he talks, like what he’s saying is like some big joke to him.

“All kinds of stuff. Like how the mansion’s haunted and that there’s all this mystery about the family, why they just randomly closed off to the public centuries ago and haven’t left since, and all sorts of stuff. Some people like to say that the original family never actually grew old and died to leave everything to their descendants and that they’re actually vampires living amongst themselves.”.

You psshh at the thought of that. You had actually heard that crazy theory before while researching what there was a record of about the family after taking this job, but you knew that it wasn’t real. You had heard that the three sons started acting off all the way back before hermitting themselves, but it was known that their parents died very suddenly and that it was possibly a mourning thing that they never left that phase and that the rest of the generations kept to for whatever reason.

Other than the records predating the 1840s, you found nothing. Except for one source talking about medical history that made it known that the two first of the triplets, Marc and Steven Sr., were born slightly conjoined at the hip and had some health issues around that. You aren’t too sure why you remembered that one morbid fact, but it was there and might be worth something.

The rest of your ride was filled with more small talk and the occasional look outside the window.

Still pouring.

You eventually reach the outskirts and into a dense area of trees that completely hide the city as if it was never even there, after a bit longer, you eventually reach a gravel road with a big metal gate with tall stone walls up ahead that hide the other side except for a roof of the mansion off in the distance that just manages to peak over the walls into your line of sight.

"You need help getting all your stuff up there? The walk up to the place is longer than it looks." the driver offers, "No extra charge." he adds. You nod and thank him for being willing to lend you a hand as you prepare yourself to get out of the cab.

The gate just happens to already be open, so you don't need to buzz for someone to come get it if there even is a buzzer anywhere.

You take a few of your lighter bags and make the hike up the rest of the gravel path with the driver behind you. So you look back for him, you feel a bit bad since he's walking with no umbrella, with his hat and coat being his only protection from the rain and seemingly having to tilt his head down to keep his face dry, so you go back towards him and share your umbrella with him.

"Oh, don't worry about me." he laughs, "I've been through worse," he says. "I don't want you to get sick," you say. "I don't get sick. But thanks for the concern." the driver responds.

As you walk, the mansion seems to get bigger and bigger and taller the closer you get. It also doesn't help that its dark color pallet is dulled out and looks unmaintained, making it look spooky and straight out of Halloween concept art. No wonder people say it's haunted. It looks haunted. Even the front door is bigger than you once you reach it.

You set down your bags to have a free hand to knock. It takes a while and a few more knocks, but eventually, someone opens it up a bit to see who's there. You peek your head in a bit to see a stout older woman who has grey streaks in her hair already and wrinkles that emphasize her bothered expression.

"No solicitors." she says before you can even get a hello in.

"I'm not a solicitor," you say before you introduce yourself and say that you're here to be one of the new housekeepers.

"You're here three days early." she scowls.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience," you apologize. "Something came up, and I had to come early and couldn't get a room anywhere here till it was time for me to arrive. I tried to contact someone, but the only option was a letter. I guess the mail is slower right now." you lie. Not fully. The only way to contact is by letter was true, and the job offer was actually via a personal ad in the paper. But you never sent a damn letter.

The lady eyes you up suspiciously for a bit before seemingly taking it while grumbling "No one ever tells me anything.".

"You came all the way up here all by yourself?" she questions.

"Oh, no. A driver helped me with getting my bags up-" you explain as you turn to look at the driver, but when you look, he's gone. You look around for him, but you don't see him walking down the pathway or even his cab where the gate is anymore. You turn back to the woman and finish your sentence, "There was a taxi driver who helped me get my bags up here.".

The maid just opens the door and lets you in, saying, "Alright. Get in here before you get any more wet.".

Stepping inside, the maid closes the door behind you and tells you to stay there as she goes off somewhere in the house, which gives you time to get a look at this place.

You find it's a lot bigger on the inside, if that's even possible. There's a large indoor mat at the door that takes up most of the entrance area. The whole foyer up ahead has more space than most people do for their houses, with two old-style grand staircases going up the sides that take you up to the rest of the floors. There are three main hallways that you can see. One on each side of the house just where the bottoms of the stairs end, and one in front of you under where the two staircases meet. This place is just as spooky looking on the inside as it is on the outside too. The lighting is cool-toned, making the place look a bit blue even though some lights are trying their hardest to light the place up. It's also deafly quiet; the only thing you can hear is the echo of the old woman's footsteps along the polished hard floor, but she's far enough away that they've become faint. You can also hear a muffled conversation somewhere within the house, but all the walls that might be between you and whoever is talking make it unknown to you. But as you listen closely, you manage to make out what seems to be three separate voices.

You hear footsteps coming to where you are and see that it's the maid coming back to get you. She gestures for you to follow her and takes you down one of the hallways on the side of the house.

"You're lucky that we just cleaned out the room that you'll be living in while you work here," she remarks. "I'm really sorry about the early arrival. If I had known, then I would have found some way to wait until the day I was meant to come," you claim. The lady humphs back before saying, "I don't like having to repeat myself, but since you're here and your other new co-worker isn't, I'll have to make due.".

"You're the head maid?" you ask.

"Yes." the lady responds quickly, sounding annoyed before she continues.

"We'll do this," she proclaims, "You spend today settling into your room. Tomorrow, I'll give you a brief tour around the house. And the day after that, your co-worker should arrive sometime in the day. After that, I show you both how to do things around here while giving them their tour." she explains. "Got it?" she asks demandingly.

"Got it." you echo.

It was at that point that you two reach a corridor full of nothing but doors where you two stop at one. The head maid pushes open the door to reveal a relatively nice but quaint room. It looks like a very small hotel room, with only a twin-sized-looking bed, a small nightstand, and a little desk with an even smaller-looking personal bathroom. You were expecting something more cramped and a bit dehumanizing, but this was actually really nice. A bit banged up in a few spots, but it was pretty nice compared to the rooms you'd heard about concerning live-in jobs.

"This will be your room from now on." the head maid says as she places a single key in your hand, "This is your key to it." she tells you. She then points a finger right in your face as she orders you, "Do not lose it. If you do, then we have to get all the locks redone.".

"I'll protect it with my life." you joke as you promise to keep it on you, but she just huffs. "The staff have designated breakfast, lunch, and dinner times. Lunch is in an hour and a half. Dinner is at six." she says as she begins to walk away.

You try to ask where exactly you're meant to go for your meals, but she seems to have caught on by herself and says, "Staff's dining room is down the center hallway from where you came in and is the second to last door on the left.", she also adds "You can eat in your rooms too if you want, just don't make a mess. And if you do, clean it up.".

You take a mental note of that and take all your things into your room, shutting the door. You put everything in its place and proceed to take out your pocket journal and pen that you plan on using as you collect information.

"Just arrived at the mansion. This place is already giving me the creeps look-wise. Took a cab here. The driver was friendly but didn't tell me much about the family other than the stories and theories I'd already heard. Met the head maid, was really rude, didn't catch her or the driver's names. The head maid says that she'll give me a tour tomorrow. Waiting for the other new person to come before we actually start working. I'll see if I notice anything out of place on my tour. Haven't seen any of the three owners, yet. My room's nice though."

[wastingmylifesecondatatime]

UPDATE: 05.06.2024

NOTE: You can find other masterlists in my mother masterlist

I have updated the following masterlists:

Criminal Minds Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

Criminal Minds Masterlist - Series

Moon Knight Masterlist - Series

Moon Knight Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

Marauder Era Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

The Vampire Diaries Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

[whatthefishh]

Honey!! It was a joint effort (Vampeen Team) but I love you and your incredible brain and @melodygatesauthor <3

So happy to see our visions come to life so wonderfully :*

Wanted to thank you for that Vampire!Steven. Didn’t know I needed that in my life 🫣 Thank you for your amazing contribution to the fandom you gorgeous person! 🤲🏻❤️🧎🏻‍♀️

This is genuinely such a sweet thing to say <3 Thank you for taking the time out of your day to send such a lovely message !! 😭❤️❤️❤️

We all have the lovely @melodygatesauthor and @welcometostayingawake to thank for the amazingly entertaining smutty play-by-plays and character ideas !!!

I literally wouldn’t have even written the vamp!steven fic without their input and real love for the MK boys, so they deserve the applause as well!

I’m glad we’re all eating up the MK vampire goodness, occult AUs have so much potential, and with a lil elbow grease we might be seeing more of that this year 😳👀😖 I OBVIOUSLY DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABT THAT THOUGH—

[femmeanonymelives]

Steven Grant x Vampire!Reader Headcanon

This is NSFW. 18+ stuff y'all. Minors please find something family-friendly. Warning: This is contains a vampire. Blood/gore, sexual content, public sexual content, and Steven being a horny over a Vampire.

Note from Ari: This is my very first time in years trying to write smut. I was inspired by the many AI Steven bots. The Vampire!Steven one by @melodygatesauthor helped out a lot, and the many, many Boyfriend erotic audios on Quinn.

He meets you at a library that is open 24 hours a day.

You stand there in the history section, wearing a dark colored leather trench coat and floral dress. Your skin is pale, but still appears human. The rest of your appearance is almost human-like.

Steven is shy when approaching you. 

Women like you terrify him. 

Marc and Jake tell him to go for it. If he doesn’t they will.

He approaches you with a shy hello. You turn him to say hi.

He asks what is your favorite period in history.

You tell him during the Victorian era and give your explanation why.

Mostly because you were a baby vampire during that time, but you didn’t tell him that.

You gave the normal history buff shepile.

You are worried that he might think you are a freak.

He doesn’t.

Two of you share dinner at a local late-night diner. 

You kept staring at his neck. Looking at the veins. Wondering what would happen if you sink your fangs in.

No. He is a nice guy. A human. He is actually normal

Steven asks why your eyes went dark and bloodshot.

You leave him in the diner and run to a nearby alley.

He follows you. He sees your fangs.

“It is not what it looks like.”

“You are a vampire.”

“I am not going to hurt you.”

He moves up closer to you, touching your face. “How old are you?”

“I am 23 years old, but I have been that age since 1850.” Steven isn’t frightened of you; he is worried. 

Marc and Jake are freaking out. “You need to leave her now.” “She is not worth the hassle. She will kill us.”

Steven kisses you instead and you kiss him back. Marc and Jake freaking out wondering what the hell is wrong with Steven.

His tender touches make you feel like you are human again.

You are with your back against the wall. Your lips against his neck as your fangs pierced in his neck.

He groans loudly, but not in pain; in pleasure.

You start drinking his blood as you feel him press his erection against you; trying to get himself some sort of relief.

You pull yourself off his neck. He stares in complete lust as he stares at your blood-stained lips and chin.

He takes you back to his place.

His flat is scattered with books. Mostly from Egyptian history and journals. 

You started to really fall for him.

You both take off each others’ clothes. 

You trace the bite mark on his neck with your finger. He tells you he liked being bit by you.

You straddle his hips as you start to ride him.

His flat fills with skin slapping against skin, moans from the both of you. 

He begs for you to bite him when you come as he starts pounding his cock deeper and deeper inside you. 

You tell him no. You didn’t want to lose control.

He whimpers to you that he will tell you to let go of him.

You bite into his neck as you cum.

Steven whimpers and moans loudly as you bite into him again. 

His arms wrap around you tightly as he can keep you close to you. 

Grinding your hips into his as you ride out your orgasm.

His thrusts become deeper and sloppier as he whimpers out that he is close.

You pull your mouth from him as he marks your neck and breasts with love bites.

He cums inside you and hard.

You bite your wrist and give him your blood so his neck wound can heal.

He pulls out and gets a washcloth to clean you up.

You ask if he is okay as you trace over the scar on his neck where you bite him earlier.

He responds that he is okay.

You notice his accent is more American, not British.

“Steven? You okay?”

“I am not Steven.. My name is Marc, and we need to talk.”

[therealraewest]

Moon Knight System having Dad Energy with Reese is my favorite

[oc3anawrites]

hello! just wanted to write a little introductory post for myself in the hopes to finds moots as im new on tumblr :) i’ve had a few accounts before especially when tumblr was a lot more popular but never posted

you can call me oceana, i’m 20, i write in my free time and im currently working on a moonknight angst fic which you can read all the chapters here

i have bpd along with autism and adhd (among other things) so i hyper fixate on stuff a lotttt

some fandoms im apart of that i may write fics for later or would just love to talk about in general is moonknight (obviously), marvel, the vampire diaries, supernatural, teen wolf, flash and arrow, criminal minds, twilight. that’s just a few i can name :)

i think my messages are open (not sure if i did it right) so if u wanna be friends and chat about our interests pls message me :)

if u check out my fic i’ll read urs! just send me the link :D

have a good day!!

[biteress]

Which fictional characters 👀👀👀

SO MANY

[soft-girl-musings]

Jhonsi's Infinite Playlists

updated 8/12/24

since this is officially A Thing for me, figured i'd put all my playlists in one place for you (read: myself)

steven's morning routine gets some pep in his step (feat. a few songs the others added to mess with him)

late-night driving with jake means lots of tuneage to keep you awake

POV: marc's having a bad night, you help him cry it out

(fic inspo/vibes) the soundtrack to my own delusions

Moon Knight fighting playlist? Moon Knight fighting playlist.

save a horse, fight a cowboy or smth idk

ya like jazz, lockley?

je suis girlfailure

memory is a monster.

free my girl claudia she didn't deserve all that

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

The three fics from here -> [X] are in queue, they all will be coming out on Halloween like I've promised. Each fic will be posted hourly.

• Fine Addition - ModernAU! Dr. Frankenstein!Steven Grant x fem!reader (This one is the softest one out of the three)

• Blood is only the appetizer, honey - Vampire!Marc Spector x fem!reader (He's a bit scary)

• Not in a killer mood - Ghostface!Jake Lockley x fem!reader

[melodygatesauthor]

Vampire Moon Knight Headcanons

Moon Boys X f!Reader

Photo Edits were made by ME. You can use them for anything you wish, but please TAG ME. Thank you! (p.s. They were supposed to look badass but look how cute their teefs look).

This was an anonymous ask, but I've been brewing some thots with @welcometostayingawake and @360iris on headcanons with the Moon Boys in a vampire AU! They also inspired some of these ideas!

Summary: Headcanons on each Moon Boy and how they would be if they were vampires.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, vampire!Marc-Steven-Jake, Blood (duh), minor blood play, smut, vampire feeding, blood drinking, cock-warming, sex, human/vampire relationship, technically age gap because they're vampires or whatever, reader beware it's bloody so there will be some freaky shit, Reader is a human, dacryphilia, little bit of spit kink.

Word Count: 1.6k

Marc:

Fighting -

We've already seen Marc in action fighting, but if his girl is getting harassed, or threatened, he goes feral as a vampire. Unlike Jake, he will do his best to keep himself from actually killing someone, mostly for yours and Steven's sake, but it depends on how threatened you are. You're too precious for him to bear the thought of losing you. He might just go against his better judgement and...snap.

Feeding -

Feeding is just as much an intimate experience as sex. Marc already feels like it's a terrible idea for you two to be together, you being human and him being a dangerous vampire, but he can't seem to get you to leave. When he needs an extra boost of strength, or help with recovery after a particularly brutal fight, he will turn to you for feeding, guilt etched in his eyes.

Since you'll be losing some blood, and probably get cold, and temporarily his own body will be warm, he will suggest huddling together. Not in a traditional sense though, he wants to feel your body, and he wants to heat you from your core. So you'll sit chest to chest, you upon his lap, cock sheathed in your soaking channel as deep as he can go.

Marc will start out saying things like, "it's only going to hurt for a second alright? Just...promise me you'll tell me if it gets to be too much?" It does hurt, but not for long, and then you relax, feeling his cock pulsate inside of you during your warm embrace.

He moans while he feeds, softly, slowly churning his hips while he does it. He realizes finally how fatigued you are, he went too far, drank a little too much. It happens sometimes, and all Marc can say is, "sorry baby, got a little carried away there, you just taste...you taste so good."

Fucking -

Feeding does turn to more as Marc finishes drinking from you. You're weakened now, so he can be strong, but his cock is raging inside of you, thickened with desire, pulsating with a burning need. He knows you're tired, but insists, "you don't have to do anything baby, just lay there for me."

He shifts you onto your back, hovering over you. You're lightheaded from blood loss, but that doesn't stop it from forcing quiet moans from you while fucking into you gently. His face is buried in your neck, resisting the urge to take more than he should. You smell so good, he's drooling over your shoulder.

He's trying so hard to keep his composure, saying things to you like, "that's my good girl, I know you're tired, just a little longer and then you can rest," and "there you go baby, fuck, you feel so good, just a little bit more."

When he kisses you, it tastes of iron, but you don't mind, it is your blood after all. Marc holds you tight when his thrusting becomes ragged and then jolts while he fills you with his cum. You whine, gushing over his cock, pained from the bruising grip the vampire has on your spine.

Steven:

Fighting -

Steven refuses to kill, yes even for you, but he will make someone wish they were dead if they try to hurt you. You've never seen Steven like this, beating someone within an inch of their life and warning them never to touch you again. You wonder if he just doesn't know his own strength, or if he knows it perfectly well and is just insanely overprotective.

Feeding -

Just like he's a messy eater, Steven's a messy feeder too. He prefers to avoid live feeding, it feels...wrong to him, but sometimes it's a necessary part of his condition, like before a big fight or after he's sustained injuries, and you're happy to provide.

He will hold the other side of your neck for support and whisper, "it'll only hurt for a second love...just a little taste s'all I need...just a little." There's a sharp pinch, you wince, but then you relax, even nudging further into his sharp fangs. Steven's lips are soft as he sucks out your plasma. Like Marc, he moans, but he will sit back, eyes dark and hooded, looking at you like he's drunk. He'll gulp before going in for more.

He'll say things when he comes back for air like, "that's it love, I'm almost done," and "you're doing so well, I'm nearly finished darling."

At some point when he looks at you, he's covered in blood all down his chin, and all over his chest. He doesn't wear a shirt during feedings, he knows he's messy. You wonder, once he's finished, how much of it he actually drank versus how much of it was covering his body.

Fucking -

During the feeding, he's been rubbing his erection on you hungrily. He knows you're weak, so like Marc, he's not expecting much out of you, but he needs you. He needs anything, the palm of your hand, the friction of the smooth skin along your thigh, hell if he could just slide his cock between your pussy lips, he'd be satisfied.

"Love, please..." He's say, rutting himself against you, "please let me have you."

You'd groan, feeing weak from the loss of blood. Steven wouldn't waste time, thrusting into your limp frame.

"S-sorry love, it'll be quick, I promise I just need...oh my...just a minute..." He'd say as he pounded into you.

You start to think he really doesn't know his own strength. He's so rough, slamming into your body hungrily, unable to control his primal urges to claim you. You are his after all. He's left his mark on you, just like the other two had. You belong to them.

When he comes, filling you to the brim with his spend, he's loud, moaning like an animal into your ear. Your body trembles under his, cunt clamping down in waves over his girth while you feel pure euphoria.

Jake:

Fighting -

Despite his love and care for Steven, he doesn't follow the alter's strict no kill policy. Jake doesn't hold back when he's fighting, especially when it comes to his princesa. If something were to ever happen to you, his long and meaningless existence (until knowing you that is) would be for nothing. While Marc feels remorse if ever having to kill, even for you, Jake feels nothing other than pleasure. He saved you, and to him, there's nothing more worth taking a life for. Perhaps if anyone in the vicinity hears the screams, they'll think twice before committing a crime around Jake Lockley.

Feeding -

When you first offer your body to Jake for feeding, he asks if you're sure when you say, yes, he says, "mm, mi amor, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself once you let me have a taste."

He's not as soft or apologetic as Marc or Steven, in fact, he doesn't even warn you about the pain, he just bites. When he drinks from you, it's not sloppy or messy at all. Jake likes it best when you're sat in front of him, your back to his chest. He also likes to touch you while he feeds.

His hands are wandering, touching your tits, pinching your nipples roughly, drawing whiny breaths from your lips. He likes to run his fingers over your clit. After a while you start looking forward to feedings with Jake, knowing how good it feels when he touches your body. You wonder if that's the intention.

"You taste so good mi amor." He tells you, holding you close, feeling his erection against your rear. "I can't wait to feel you."

He's so confident in his ability to avoid making a mess that he wears his white button-down shirt the entire time, with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows of course. He likes kissing you when he's done feeding. He says that your lips feel better with blood on them.

Fucking -

Weak or not, Jake has you on your knees, holding the back of your head in place while fucking your mouth. Your throat is a little dry, so he doesn't hesitate to hold your head back, draw a combination of blood and spit together in his own mouth and drop it into your throat before continuing to thrust into your face with his length.

Jake loves it when you cry. His cock is gagging you, forcing tears down your cheeks, and you're tired, wrecked, and just in need of rest, but he's pushing you to keep going anyway.

"Oh, you look so pretty when you cry bebita." He says, urging you on. "My beautiful princesa."

When he can see you aren't able to handle his oral assault any longer, he picks you up, lays you down flat on your stomach, climbs over you, and thrusts into your cunt from behind.

Close isn't close enough, he's laying down, keeping one arm at your side to support his body, but the other is underneath you, squeezing your chest. Jake likes to mark you with little bite marks on your shoulders while he fucks you relentlessly.

After he comes, forcing both of you to become a moaning, whimpering mess for a moment, he likes to lift up your ass and eat his spend out of you, followed by marking your ass cheeks and inner thighs with teeth marks, reminding anyone who might find you that you're spoken for.

Side note: Steven hates when he has to spend at least an hour the next day bandaging you up because of Jake's carelessness.

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TAGLIST (please let me know if you would like to be added or removed): @my-secret-shame, @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction, @thatmomwitchfriend, @alexxavicry, @welcometostayingawake, @jake-g-lockley, @campingwiththecharmings, @steven-grants-world, @lia275, @minigirl87, @ahookedheroespureheart, @ninebluehearts

[atlasscrumpit]

My Porcelain Doll

Vampire Jake Lockley x Reader

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Jake never thought he would have a treat so sweet like her.

Her innocence and kind heart made him even more eager to keep her forever.

But, Marc and Steven insisted on treading lightly with you.

You were sitting on the couch, reading a book before you felt someone's fingers go across your neck making you shiver.

A low chuckle came from behind you and you bent your neck backwards to see Jake above you.

"Hi." You said with a smile, making him chuckle again.

"Hello, sweet girl. Would you like some breakfast? We need to feed today so I need to make sure you're nice and healthy." Jake said leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Can I have some toast?" You asked making him smile.

"Of course, sweet girl." He replied looking down at you.

The way you looked right now was driving him crazy, he wanted to touch every part of your body and hear your sweet voice moaning his name.

But, he needed to be slow with you, just like Marc and Steven had said.

You put your book down and went over to where Jake was making your breakfast.

You got really nervous everytime they had to feed off you.

They'd find you and you begged for them to not kill you, but that wasn't ever their plan.

So, now you had an agreement.

They'd take care of you and you'd 'take care' of them.

You'd only had them feed on your four times now, and you were still getting used to it.

They actually hadn't let Jake feed on you yet, they were too scared.

But, you weren't worried.

"Will it be you doing it today?" You asked softly as Jake turned to you.

"Why, angel?" Jake asked as you looked away from him.

"You haven't done it yet." You muttered as Jake smiled and came over to you.

He brushed his hand over your cheek.

"Do you want me to do it, hmm?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"Is that okay?" You whispered as he licked his lips.

"That's more than okay, sweet girl. Let's get you some food."

--

You'd finished your breakfast while you talked with Jake.

"Think you're ready, mi amor?" Jake asked as you nodded.

He sat on the couch and patted his lap, smirking.

You carefully straddled his waist as he gripped onto your hips.

"I've been waiting for this." He whispered, slowly kissing your neck.

"I'm scared." You whispered, somehow you saying that made Jake even more excited.

"Shh, sweet girl. There's no need to be afraid of me." Jake whispered as he looked at you and ran his finger over your cheek.

You were afraid, but you felt a certain kind of hunger inside of yourself too.

You quickly moved forward and connected your lips with his.

A low growl came from Jake as he reached up and gripped your hair roughly.

He quickly controlled the kiss as you melted into him.

He grabbed your waist and turned you around so he could throw you onto the couch.

You gasped and looked up at him with a flushed face.

"You started something you can't stop, little one." Jake whispered as he kissed down your neck.

"I don't want it to stop, take me." You whispered as Jake held your face in his hand before moving to your neck and biting into it roughly, over Marc and Steven's scars they'd left.

You cried out in pain as Jake moaned softly, finally he could have what he'd been begging for.

He was drowned in your scent, getting drunk on the sound of your pain.

He kept moving to different spot of your neck, he wanted to mark you as much as he could.

He leaned back when he was satisfied to see you in a dazed state and crying softly.

"So perfect, my sweet girl." He whispered, licking his lips while he watched you cry.

He leaned down and kissed you softly.

"It hurts." You whispered, crying softly as Jake leaned down and started to lick and kiss over the wounds.

"Shh, I've got you." He whispered, treating you so softly.

"Come on, you need rest." He said before pulling away and gently picking you up.

He took you back to bed and climbed in beside you.

You cuddled into him and he looked down at your wounded neck and smiled.

"Might be a good idea to get you a collar to cover these up when we're in public." He said as you hummed in agreement, too tired to talk.

"Such a good girl, get some rest." Jake whispered kissing the top of your head.

"Mi muñeca de porcelana."

[oddballwriter]

Dwelling in the Night

Series Masterlist

Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

Summary: There's a new vigilante figure out on the streets at night. And there's also a new neighbor on the same floor as Steven and the rest of the boys.  

Warnings: Mentions of blood, dead bodies, crime, all that. Reader is a vampire so it's implied that they consume blood and all that. Also, Y/N kills, but the act is never actually written or depicted. Steven being dumb and clueless for reasons of the plot. This is mostly Steven-centric and Marc-centric but Jake's here too but doesn't really do anything for the plot other than simply have some lines that progress the plot. Gender-neutral reader with they/them being used for them. Heads up, it does get a bit confusing in one part but I think it's fine.  

Author’s Snip: I wrote this in one sitting and it's currently 1:30 am. Honestly, anything to stall my studying for an exam for one of my classes. I wrote this fucking unit of a shot involving my love for vampire Y/N's just to do it.

Notes: Please appreciate vampire reader. We need more of that in the x reader community. I as a reader would love for that to happen more often. Thank you.

Word count: 2,600~

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

The system took pride in their patrolling. Even if it was still doing work for Khonshu, they were still free in what they did when coming across a criminal rather than being yapped at. It brought a sort of satisfaction of taking, or at least scaring, another threat off the street. But things were getting weird, and slightly disturbing.

Criminals had started to drop like flies with a theme of them being found in dark alleys with bitten throats, but there was never any blood to be found that made sense with their wounds. Just their pale corpses with looks of fear or shock in their glazed-over eyes.

Jake admired the simple tactic of scaring off would be scum by the fear of being the next person in the obituaries, but he had to admit that the method of doing that was unsettling. He just killed them and let whoever came across the scene be shucked with cleaning the mess.

Marc worried that this other party wasn't actually someone necessarily on "the right side" and this was an actual threat to the public that just so happened to have a streak going with having their victims coincidentally being criminals.

It wasn't until they came across two cases that proved that worry otherwise.

The first was a girl they found running around the alleys in a panic. When they went to her and asked if she was okay, she was babbling about something in her panting. "There was this guy! He dragged me into the alleys, he held up a knife to me and was threatening me!" she explained pointing in the general direction, but she kept talking "But this... in the shadows, there were these two glowing lights, like eyes! And this person came out from there and grabbed them." she said. "I just ran off I didn't know where to go! They were blocking off the way to the street." she exclaimed.

It was actually Steven who was fronting then. He helped her calm down and led her out of the alley system and back in to get the perp and maybe help whoever got him away from the poor woman. But when he found the guy, he was like all the others he and the system had heard about.

Dead with a bitten throat, fear on their face, and hardly any blood in the pool for it to make sense.

The second was with Marc himself. He dropped in on a duo of muggers who cornered a young man, getting a left hook in on one of them. But his buddy ran off into the dark and dank alleys to get away. Marc needed to do a few more punches to get the first down and out before chasing after the second, but he swore he could've seen a figure follow after them in the corner of his vision.

He heard the sound of what must have been the guy's scream as soon as Marc moved on.

But when Marc got there, he was already on the wet brick floor writhing and grabbing at his neck. He saw them. A figure in the shadows where the backlights couldn't reach to show them in all say for a silhouette, had ducked into another alley. "Hey!" Marc called to them before chasing after them. But when he turned the corner, they were gone, only seeing a complete dead end.

When Marc came back to the guy, he found him trying to breathe through a gargled, and bitten, throat. He tried his best to help the guy since he was still alive. Unfortunately, bites to the jugular weren't kind injuries to those who are dealt them.

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"I don't understand," Steven mutters as Marc slides back into their flat after patrolling and finding a few more crooks who came across this other person. "Why the injuries to the neck? And how is there hardly any blood?" he questions, "There's nowhere for it to go. There's nowhere for them to go. They just come out of nowhere and pick these blokes off and leave in such a short moment.".

"I don't know. And I don't think I want to know. This freak's keeping the load easier for us by doing whatever they're doing with these guys." Marc says, emphasizing the word 'freak'. "Hey, watch who you're calling a freak, amigo. We aren't exactly normal either." Jake says, mostly joking. "Yeah, sure. But we're not the one who's having our guys come up without a drop of blood left in them." Marc defends.

A crash is heard from nearby, in the flat next door.

"The hell's going on over there?" Marc muttered to himself as a reaction to the sound, but Steven said a name almost instantly.

"Who?" Marc asked.

"It's Y/N. They're our neighbor. They moved in a few months ago." Steven answered. "I've never heard of them." Marc comments before Steven quips back with "That's because you two hardly meet anybody.".

"Give me the body for a bit. I want to check on them. That sounded like something big fell over." Steven requests. Marc shrugs and switches out after briefly instructing "Put the body to sleep when you're done.".

Steven un-summons the suit, steps out into the hallway, steps towards your door, and knocks. After a beat, the door opens enough to have your head pop through, but not enough to show the rest of your flat like a fully opened door would. Which he didn't really mind, you always did this whenever he or anyone would knock. "Hello." Steven greets you with a little smile.

You look worried at seeing him in front of you. "I heard a pretty loud noise come from your flat. Is everything okay?" Steven asked. "Yeah. I'm so sorry. I knocked over a shelf." you answer. Steven is shocked for a bit, "A shelf? My word. Are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to help you lift it back up?" Steven stresses as he moves to the side to peak into your flat to see how bad the damage is. But you quickly pull back in and tighten the width of the open door to a sliver , making him unable to see the inside with a "No!".

He pulls away, startled at the sudden reaction.

You open the door back up to step out again. "I'm sorry about that." you timidly apologize. "It's fine. I can pick it back up on my own. Thank you for offering to help and for your concern." you say. "There's some blood on your hand." Steven notices. You pull your hand behind your back at the realization. "It's fine. I'll clean it up myself." you blurt out as you go back into your flat with a quick "Good night, Steven." before closing and re-locking the door behind you, all before he can properly react.

"Good night?" Steven repeats back in confusion.

"That was weird." Marc comments, exposing that he had watched the whole thing go down. "Yeah. They... are a bit strange. They don't really come out most of the day." Steven explains. "Why were they up this late?" Jake buds in, having seen it all too. "It's nearly four in the morning and they look wide awake and aren't in any pajamas." Jake adds.

The next time Steven saw you, you were bringing a huge box into your apartment a few days after that night.

"Need help?" he asked. "Sure. It's actually really hard to drag around." you admit. As he picked up the other end of the large, and heavy, box and walked with your pace into your flat you spoke. "I'm sorry about the noise and acting weird a few nights ago. I was just embarrassed from having woken you up." you explain. Steven gently huffs, "No need to apologize. I wasn't asleep anyways. I was pulling an all-nighter like you were." Steven reassures. You look at him for a moment, "Oh right. Yeah. I do that a lot. I do better with work at night." you remark.

You two manage to get the box past some things it would have bumped, into and into the space between the space of your bedroom and living room. That's when he sees that there's no bed there in your bedroom area, glancing at the box to see a depiction of a bed frame.

"Changing furniture?" Steven asks. "Yeah. I already sold my old one." you say. Steven quarks a brow, "When? Have you had to sleep on your sofa-?" he asks as he turns towards your living room area before interrupting himself with a "Woah!".

There in the area, where a coffee table should be, was an authentic-looking coffin. "Quite the decor there." Steven comments with a breathy little chuckle. "Yeah. I like the look it had." you claim.

Looking around your flat for the first time, Steven could see it. It wasn't exactly goth per se, but there was a weirdly somber and antique look to your decor. It had that same attic look that Steven's did, but you had an attic feel of that of an abandoned house that was left for the dust bunnies to call home. Almost haunted house-esk with the draw curtains adding to it all.

"Is someone in there?" Steven jokes, mostly to himself. "No." you stutter out, "But it does still open." you mention as you walk towards it to show him by lifting the lid.

And, wow. It was real. It still had the pale pink padding and even the pillow inside of it, still pristine as ever, ignoring a couple of scratches on the outside wood.

"Impressive. How'd you even get your hands on this?" Steven asked. You thought for a moment, most likely trying to recall the answer to that question. "Some funeral places have spares that never got sold. So they sell them for a much cheaper price." you say.

Steven nodded as he took another look at the coffin.

"Well, it really is a nice touch." Steven complimented. "Thank you." you reply with a sigh.

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Again.

And again.

One alley crawler dead and paled out after another.

Finding the bodies seemed to become a normal accordance for the boys when they were out doing their rounds around the city. Whoever this was at least started to lean the bodies against the wall after doing the deed now so that there wasn't just some corpse in the middle of the alley's street.

He was still finding the people this person 'saved' too. With them saying the same thing each time. Talking about a person in the shadows with a pair of glowing eyes being the only visible thing about them and then having gotten whatever criminal tried their luck yanked away into the said shadows with a scream echoing as the victim ran to safety.

They never see the actual person though. They don't seem to wear a costume like they do. No mask. No suit. Their only identity keeper they have being that of the shadows that exist beyond any light sources. The only sign of it being them is just the animal-like glow of their eyes. And one brutal calling card for those who came to see where they were.

Tonight was different.

Marc heard the sound of gunshots and rushed to the scene. But he found someone running for their life trying to leave already. He grabs a hold of them, thinking it was a person escaping a forceful mugging till they tried to aim a gun at him. Thankfully, he manages to subdue them.

"That thing tried to get me!" they shouted frantically as they attempted to get loose. "You gotta let me go, man. I don't want to be another body found around here." they beg.

"They tried robbing someone." a voice rings through.

Marc, and also the person he was holding down, looked towards where it came from. He notices the eyes first, with their white pearly glow surrounded by the rest of their shadowy form. The eyes almost looked like the system when they wore their suits, though it was dimmer, just enough to pierce through the darkness, and looked more like the glow was coming from the irises than the whole eye.

"I stopped them before they could pounce. This one was holding more firepower than most. I didn't want to have to risk it." the voice spoke again.

It felt a little haunting. The glow was almost disarming somehow, and their voice was calm and collected as it naturally echoed through the walls of the buildings, and sounding almost familiar. Marc stood there just staring at them till the person he was holding started thrashing harder in his hold, "Let me go, that thing's going to fucking kill me! I swear to god!" they pleaded.

"You're in his court now. You aren't my issue anymore." the silhouette says looking towards the person from where they were before looking back up at Marc.

"Sorry about me leaving my actual catches around." the silhouette apologizes. "I have nowhere to put them." they add as an explanation.

"Why kill them?" Marc questioned, speaking before really thinking. "You kill some of yours don't you, Moonknight? I don't see why you're judging me." the silhouette remarks. "I meant in the way that you do. I just kill them and leave them. You do... something to them." Marc speaks, hesitating for a second at the latter end.

The silhouette stays silent for a second seemingly striking their eyebrow from the way their eyes move. "I have reasons to do it that you probably wouldn't like to hear." they say. "We're doing the same work either way. My method is just more intense than yours tends to be." they comment before slipping back and disappearing into the shadows.

Marc calls out a "Wait!" but gets nothing in return.

He's just left alone with a scared shitless would-have-been mugger and more questions.

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"Hey!" Steven calls out as he does a brief jog over to you in the hallway. "About time I catch you out in the day." Steven jokes. "Oh. Hello, Steven. Yeah. I needed to run some errands." you say, giving an explanation for the rare occurrence. "Good thing you've come back. It's been overcast all day and would rain at any minute." Steven comments.

"Anyways. I knocked on your door yesterday but you didn't come to the door at all." Steven mentions. "Oh. Really? I'm sorry. I'm usually asleep in the day because of my all-nighters." you claim.

"Really? You've got to be the hardest sleeper then. You're like the dead in there. I knocked hard for a while." Steven explains. "So I've been told." you nervously laugh. "You must be real tired if you usually sleep in the day then," he comments. "Yeah. But I have to deal with it." you say.

"What did you need?" you ask.

"Oh. Nothing from me. I was told to tell you, by the landlord, that there would be a check of the fire alarm system next week and that some might go off." Steven explains. "They tried to knock on your door the day before I knocked, but I guess you were asleep." Steven says. "Yeah. I probably was." you reply, "I'll send them an e-mail or something telling them about my sleep schedule." you mutter to yourself.

"Well, nice running into you. Go get yourself some rest." Steven says as he bids you goodbye by patting your shoulder. "Be sure to wrap yourself in something warm too. You're a bit cold." he adds.

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