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let me set the scene: it's a warm september afternoon, you've just finished moving your stuff in erwin's apartment and you're basking in the realization that the two of you now share a home. erwin's own excitement perfectly matches yours.

in other words, you make love.

(under the cut: ome passionate sex on the couch with a side of cockwarming ok enjoy. those who have read chapter 18 of stbn may find it familiar)

The way Erwin’s eyes darkened almost melted you on the spot. Without uttering a word, he took the hand you were teasing him with and brought it to his lips. His mouth was warm when he kissed it.

“How about I kiss you here?”

You released a shaky whimper.

Slowly, he kissed his way up your arm, lingering on every inch of skin his lips landed on. And you… you were already a mess.

“Mm-hmm.” You had already forgotten what you were answering.

He gently pushed the strap of your dress off your shoulder, before moving your lips on that spot next.

“You smell so sweet here, darling,” he whispered so dangerously close to your ear. Then, he bit your earlobe, and you whimpered louder than before. Thank god I didn’t put on any earrings today. “Hmm, yes.”

“Erwin,” you sighed, gripping his shirt almost without noticing.

“Yes, my love?” He bit your earlobe again. Your ears were ringing.

“Just kiss me.”

He brushed his lips against your jaw next, a spot that always drove you crazy. You clenched desperately around nothing.

“Where do you want me to kiss you?”

“Fuck. My mouth, come on.”

He just loved teasing you. He loved testing your patience. He kissed the corner of your mouth, and laughed softly when he heard you whine.

When he finally kissed you where you wanted him to, you leaned into him as if he’d finally allowed you to breathe. You gripped both sides of his face and he deepened the kiss, explored your mouth.

“Took you long enough,” you sighed afterwards, tilting your head back when he moved back to your neck.

“You’re just too lovely when you get all needy,” he teased you. “I can’t help myself.”

“You’re mean.”

“Straddle me,” he instructed.

And straddle him you did.

“Good girl.”

“Tell me again,” you insisted, looking down at him. His cheeks were vaguely flushed, and his lips were red and swollen from all the kissing. “Please.”

His request made him smile again, more deviously than usual. He pulled you closer to him again.

“You’re my good girl,” he whispered in your ear. In the meantime, he’d pulled the other strap of the dress off your shoulder. “So sweet. So pretty. Tell me what you want, my love, tell me and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you want.”

“You. Inside me.” You gulped down the saliva that filled your mouth; it was a tad too early to be drooling. “Nowhere else. Inside me.”

The position you were in didn’t make things easy, but he somehow managed to pull himself out of his trousers and slide your panties off your legs, throwing them somewhere on the floor. A mere handful of seconds later, he was working his fingers inside of you, while you were stroking his length to full hardness. His precum and your wetness were dampening the sundress you still had on, but you couldn’t care less at that moment. You could focus on the mess you were making after you’d slid down his cock. That was your top priority.

“Now,” you whimpered. “Now. Do it now.”

“We’re forgetting a little something, darling,” he chuckled softly, somehow managing to reach into his pocket to pull out a tiny square packet. You snorted.

“Did you just—conjure a condom out of thin air?”

He smiled. “I took one from the box earlier. I knew it would come in handy.”

“Well, hurry up then! Put it on.”

“Right away.”

He struggled to take his hazy eyes off you as he rolled the condom down his cock, before gripping himself with one hand and helping you raise your hips with the other, lining himself up.

“Slowly,” he murmured. He choked out a moan when the tip slid inside. “Oh-h. Yes. There you go. Slowly.”

“Erwin,” you moaned. “Oh my god.”

“I know.” He was already panting. “Oh, sweetheart, I know. Just like that. Slowly—we don’t need to rush. We have all the time in the world.”

You dropped your head on his shoulder. The muscles of your thighs were starting to hurt, and you wanted nothing more than to sink down on him all the way.

“You’re so big. You’re so fucking big.”

“You can take me, darling,” he cooed, kissing your temple. “You’ve taken me plenty of times before, haven’t you? We can make it fit.”

“Oh—Erwin—”

“Just a little more. Sink down slowly. Yes—oh, yes.”

When you felt the warmth of his thighs against your ass, you finally relaxed your muscles and let out a moan, enjoying the way that stretch was going from vaguely painful to excruciatingly pleasurable.

“Don’t—d-don’t move yet.”

“Are you okay?” he immediately asked you. “Does it hurt?”

“N-No,” you shook your head. “Can we just… stay like this for a bit?”

“Oh?” His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer to his body. “Of course, darling. Of course. Oh, you feel incredible.”

Your body was urging you to move, but, in a way, sitting there like that was making the whole experience a lot more enthralling. That way, you could focus on all of the lovely sounds that were pouring out of his mouth, especially when you tightened around him to stop yourself from rocking your hips.

“There you go,” he sighed, his hands sliding underneath your sundress to grab your ass. “I told you you could take me. You’re doing so well.”

“You feel—you feel so good.” You were still panting against his neck. “So good. So good.”

“I was made to be inside you,” he whispered. He somehow pressed inside you even further, and you shivered, hips twitching. “To feel you like this. I could have slipped right in, hmm? You could have taken me in one go. You really needed this, didn’t you?”

“Mm-hmm—yes!”

“Oh, and I needed this too, I needed you too. Can you feel how hard I am for you, my love?” With his hands still on your ass, he was grinding up into you again, making you feel him even more. “Look at me, let me see you.”

You managed to lift your head from the crook of his neck, and you were met with the loveliest of sights. Erwin, your Erwin, smiling in ecstasy from the pleasure of simply being inside you. It was getting increasingly harder to stay still, but you wanted to savour this.

“If I get to greet you like this every day after work,” he continued, his smooth, honeyed voice driving you absolutely wild, “if I get to sink into you every night, I can consider myself the luckiest man alive.”

“You’re so sweet,” he praised you. “The sweetest—hah—”

“Please—please do. Take me—every night.”

It seemed Erwin was losing himself in the moment just as much as you were, already pushing up into you in tiny little thrusts. He was trying to stay still because you’d asked him to, but he was quickly getting impatient. And you weren’t faring much better.

“Erwin,” you begged, brushing your lips against his, “I want to—”

“Yes?” he panted. “Yes, darling, tell me.”

The room was hot, the items of clothing still between your bodies soaked in sweat. Maybe getting rid of those annoying garments would have been the sensibile thing to do, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not in the slightest. With difficulty, you raised your hips a bit, partially sliding off him, and his groan echoed in the room.

“Yes, yes,” he repeated frantically. “Go on, sweetheart. Ride me.”

All of that buildup had brought you to that exact moment. The friction when you sank back down on him made you both cry out in relief, and then it was like your hips moved of their own accord. He helped you set the pace, his hands holding onto your sides for dear life.

“There you go,” he cooed. “Oh, keep moving just like that.”

You opened your eyes—you hadn’t even noticed you’d closed them—and <em>oh</em>, you just couldn’t help yourself when you saw the way his face was twisted in ecstasy, a vague smile gracing his lips. It was already building up inside you. You rocked your hips faster.

“Erwin,” you moaned, not caring about the volume of your voice. “Fuck, I love this.”

“Say my name again,” he ordered.

“E-Erwin!”

You were pretty sure he’d leave marks on your hips from how tight he was gripping you.

“Again.”

“Erwin—Erwin!”

He started snapping his hips up from under you, his pace quick and ruthless.

“I’m—I’m almost there. Are you—” he paused to catch his breath— “are you close?”

You’d dropped your head in the crook of his neck again. “Yes. Yes, I’m—oh—”

You were surrounded by him, full of him in any way you could, and you loved, loved, loved it. He was all you could see, feel, hear, smell. There was nowhere else you’d rather be.

You came undone, letting him know by clenching helplessly around him and pouring a litany of gasps onto his skin, and you immediately felt him follow suit.

You wished you could really feel it as it happened. With nothing between you.

One day, maybe.

Utterly spent, Erwin relaxed against the backrest of the couch with a sigh, and you slumped on top of him. You almost couldn’t feel your legs anymore.

“Housewarming,” you whispered, still catching your breath.

His laughter filled the room.

“We’ve warmed the house up, alright.”

from chapter 18 of my fic so terrified by nothing eheh

#i'm melting omg 🥺🩷#smut #erwin smith x reader

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soft erwin thoughts?? soft erwin thoughts!! UMMMMMM

- erwin using one of his rare days off to bake you a pie, timed to come out of the oven the second you come home from work

- you forgot to bring your gloves again, even though he bought you such nice ones, so he holds your hand and keeps it in his pocket as you walk through the winter market

- he buys you a couple's massage, but afterwards, you both admit that you prefer to have his hands on over the professionals'

- at-home movie nights, he sets up the projector, electric blankets, and movie-theater lighting. in his arms, you and a big bowl of popcorn. everything is set for the next two hours, but you're asleep in the first twenty minutes. he doesn't get mad, though, just tries to remain still so that you can get the rest you deserve, so that he can continue to feel and hear your sleepy breaths against his chest.

fjdslkfjsdfsf hope this helped afdhsfksfsf 🥺

YES YES YES THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WAS ASKING FOR!!!

the whole "let me put your hand in my pocket to keep it warm" is one of my favourite things EVER it makes me melt every single time i think about it

let's just say that everything involvig his hands has me in a chokehold 😵‍💫 yes those are good fcking thoughts

thank you for your offering my dear friend, you made my day!!! <3

#erwin my baby

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this was sooooo dreamy omg ☺️🤍✨

Like the Romance Novels (Erwin Smith)

Tags: military Erwin Smith x afab reader, age gap (legal of course), forbidden love, arranged marriage, spying, cursing, teasing, hair brushing, fingering, soft sex, kissing

Word count: 8463

The sound of metal scraping slightly over porcelain had the tendency to make your ears ache. Not being able to help yourself but pull a face each time your little brother’s fork grazed the plate. It was your family’s finest China and normally, your mother would have said something about the sound and scolded him right there. This evening was different though, everyone had to be on their best behavior for the esteemed guest sitting at the head of the table opposite of your father.

The air in the room was tense, knowing that the man was going to be your father’s successor had left a sour taste in your father’s mouth. Despite the fact that age was catching up to him, he refused to admit that it was time to step down as acting Sergeant Major. Your family knew it and it was nearly fact that the man across from him knew it too.

“So Erwin, how long have you been in the service?” Your mother asked, tone sickly sweet as she spoke to the man. The table seemingly went on for miles before reaching him, decorated with candelabras, lace doilies and crystal glasses. You had taken the man in when he entered the house, his tall brooding frame, broad shoulders, handsome face and strong jaw. Though now you were noticing more as you waited on his answers, such as his thick eyebrows that framed his blue eyes and the gentle lines by his eyes, showcasing the few years of stress he had undoubtedly had. You didn’t realize you had been staring until his head turned, glancing at you before refocusing his attention to your mother and her question.

“21 years, ma’am. I’ve been in ever since I turned 18.” You hadn’t expect him to be so much older than you, it made you blush because of your prior thoughts about just how attractive he was. “21 years and already in line for the Sergeant Major position, impressive.” Your father grumbled and you could feel Erwin’s eyes on you once more. Truth be told, the man couldn’t have cared less about the formalities. He went to this dinner because it was what was expected of him. If he was to take over the role of Sergeant Major, he would have to earn the respect of the men that followed your father and to do that, he had to earn his respect.

His attitude changed once he entered the major’s home, meeting his wife and children. He couldn’t help but drink you in, a woman that looked like you, your dress framing your figure. When he shook your hand, he couldn’t help but notice how delicate and soft it was in his. Now, he couldn’t help but allow his eyes to drift over to you.

“Miss Y/N?” Erwin questioned and you looked up from your plate in surprise. It was rare that guests spared a second glance towards you, let alone addressed you head on. “How old are you, miss?” He added on and you felt your cheeks warm up once more. “I’m 23, sir.” You responded and watched a smile pull over his face. “23. Are you married?” He asked and before you could respond on the sore subject, your mother did. “She decided to go to school first, even though we urged her to settle down. Gave her plenty of choices between suitable husbands. We are now looking into suitable husbands for her again, given she’s settled down.” While it wasn’t a negative thing, your mother made it sound like it was with a certain venomous tone to her voice. Erwin nodded in understanding before smiling at you apologetically. It was clear it was a tender subject, despite that he couldn’t help but be relieved at the answer.

“Why do you ask? Know anyone?” Your father joked and Erwin let out a small chuckle. This confirmed it in his mind, that the age gap was too large that he wasn’t even considered. “No, mere curiosity. I find that you went to school first admirable Miss Y/N.” He redirected his attention to you, deciding that his words were best aimed your way. He could imagine the berating you experienced, being a woman in your position and making that decision. A smile graced your face, deeply appreciating the words as they weren’t ones that you received regularly.

“Your children seem very smart.” Erwin commented, watching as the Sergeant Major puffed away on his cigar. The study was slowly filling up with smoke, some escaping through the slightly ajar door. “They are. I worry about my daughter though. My son, he’s still young and finding his way but my daughter. She’s a headache.” He confessed through puffs as Erwin faked a smile. Looking towards the door opening, he caught glimpse of your dress as you walked past and he found that the fake smile turned into a real one.

It had been a particularly windy day, as Captain Smith watched a car pull up to the base. Training had been outside and he was set to oversee it all, uniform on in full as the men did their drills. The car however was out of the ordinary, he wasn’t informed of any guests arriving at the base that day and it seemed that he wasn’t the only curious one. The soldiers stopping their drills to stare just as their sergeant was.

A heeled foot and a little bit of bare leg peaked from the car before revealing a light blue dress patterned with flowers. Captain Smith felt his cheeks pull into a smile as you revealed yourself from the car. Dress and hair flowing freely in the wind as you straightened out your clothes. It wasn’t until he heard the murmurs from the soldiers that he snapped out of his daze. He knew the men didn’t see women quite as often, he didn’t expect the crude comments though. Shooting the men a glare before wandering over to the car with a wave.

“Miss Y/N.” A dominating voice said, grabbing your attention among the all the soldiers. Turning your head, the wind quickly blew your hair over your face and eyes and before you could do anything, gentle fingers moved the hairs behind your ears. “Miss Y/N.” Captain Smith said again, making a blush pull over your cheeks. He looked handsome at dinner, yet even more so in his uniform. It made him look so official and despite the fact that your father wore the same one, it left an entirely different impression being worn by Captain Smith.

“Were we expecting you?” He asked, a concerned expression pulling over his rugged features. “No, no, not at all. Father received a telegram at home and it seemed like an urgent matter. I simply came to deliver it.” You told him, trying to ignore the gawking stares of the other soldiers. They were making you slightly uncomfortable, finding it hard to concentrate on the man standing in front of you and the task at hand. Fidgeting with the telegram, you looked to the ground and to your heel covered feet. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were dressed funny or if you had over dressed, maybe you had a button undone, all while knitting your brows together.

“I can escort you to his office, if you like?” Captain Smith offered, extending his elbow to you. You gladly accepted it, not only to get away from the prying eyes but also to get closer to him. The captain had left an impression on you ever since dinner, his well built figure waltzing through your mind at the most random of times since that evening. When your family mentioned your disgraces to others, generally they tried to offer solutions as they fed into the opinion that your choices had indeed been shortcomings. Erwin or Captain Smith hadn’t done those things, speaking to you rather than about you. Not to mention, he considered you to be admirable and it made you feel warm.

“I would greatly appreciate it.” You responded, a small smile pulling at your lips before gently taking his arm. It was nearly painful how well your body molded to him, unbeknownst to each other that it made your heart pound in your chests. “If I may be so bold.” Captain Smith started and you found yourself holding your breath, looking at the side of his face as you walked. “You look absolutely beautiful today.” You had to look away, to the sky or to the buildings out in the distance in the hopes to calm the warmth of your cheeks.

Erwin found the action endearing, needing to stifle a chuckle at the sweet response. He wasn’t just saying it to get a response, he absolutely meant it. The man was convinced you would look good in a potato sack and it made him feel like a lovesick puppy despite being the age of an old dog.

“Thank you, Captain.” You managed to pull yourself together enough to say. He was so gentlemanly, opening the door for you and gently placing his hand on the small of your back to guide you inside. For such a large man in such a powerful position, he spoke to you with a sweet tone and touched you like you were made of porcelain. It made your thoughts wander more about him, like how his hands would feel cupping your cheeks or how his voice sounded in the early morning… after a long night. You glanced at him once more, taking a deep breath before shaking the thoughts away.

You both stopped in front of the office door and he took a breath before knocking on the door. “Sergeant Major.” His voice was more tense speaking to your father, the weight of the world suddenly sitting on his shoulders. You watched his jaw clench as you waited for an answer, wanting to reach up and run your finger over the harsh line or massage his tense looking shoulders. Such intense feelings for only having seen him twice.

“Come in.” Your father’s voice rang through the wooden door and Sergeant Smith held the door open for you once more. Hand lingering on the small of your back a little longer than before, causing you to train your focus on his eyes rather than the other two sets staring at you.

“Y/N, what a coincidence.” Your father remarked, snatching your attention away. Erwin couldn’t help but cock an eyebrow at the man sitting in front of the Sergeant Major. Jean Kirstein, a young and promising soldier from what Erwin knew. He was an objectively good looking man, with a stature that rivaled his own which was rare. The few times Erwin had spoken to him, he had left a good impression but now Erwin couldn’t help but hate the way he was staring at you. It left a sour taste in his mouth.

“We were just speaking about you.” You nodded in understanding before nodding politely towards the other soldier in front of you. “Y/N, this is Jean Kirstein.” You extended your hand to him and forced a smile as he took it. You knew what this was. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Father, a telegram was delivered to the house and it seemed urgent.” You told him, ignoring the true intentions of the man in front of you. Erwin had to stifle a laugh, he hadn’t quite expected to see you dismiss Jean like this and well, it made him more attracted to you than before.

Jean’s eyes trailed over your body, the way you leaned forward to pass of the telegram, the way you tucked a hair behind your ear and the way you crossed your arms over your chest. He had to stop himself from licking his lips, glancing to the scary dog behind you. Erwin.

He had seen the way he scanned over you and it disgusted him, jaw clenching coupled with a heavy scowl on his face as the younger man locked eyes with him. It brought Erwin great joy to see the man’s or boy’s rather, confidence diminish with a glare.

“Thank you for bringing this to me, was that all?” Your father asked and you nodded your head. “Jean, Y/n, you may both leave. I would appreciate if you could escort her back to the car.” Your father gently told Jean, shoot him a smile that could only be conceived as fake. “Gladly, sir.” Jean smiled, standing up and taking your hand gently. “Captain Smith, if you could stay for a moment.” Erwin had to bite back a frown, he wanted to walk you to your car too and make sure Jean stayed cordial. Though considering your father’s power to make people fear him, he was nearly sure Jean would be keeping his hands to himself.

“What do you think?” The Sergeant Major asked once the door fell shut again. “What do I think?” Erwin repeated, not entirely sure what the Sergeant Major was asking. “Well, you’ve met my daughter. You’ve heard how she is. Don’t you think Jean Kirstein is a good match for her?” The man froze, taking a deep breath before even trying to think of a response. “Kirstein has a good head on his shoulders, seems like he could make a good husband for someone, someday.” Erwin said and exchanged looks with the Sergeant Major. “I understand. I’ll put him on the backburner until after my vacation.” He nodded, returning to his paperwork.

“Before I dismiss you, my wife will kill me if I forget to ask. We are going to our house in the south, by an oceanside town for vacation. It’s small and quiet, it’ll probably be the last vacation as a family. Would you like to join us?”

You loved the vacation house, all the trees surrounding it, the lakes and streams only you knew about and the faint smell of the sea in the air. The town had old bookstores, markets and bakeries on every corner, cafes too. It was home to you, more home than any of the houses given to your family during your father’s deployment. One thing was always certain, the vacation house.

The bright sun made your dress look like it was glowing as you left the house, retrieving the last trunk you had brought with you. The white cotton fabric of your dress was simple but perfect for the great weather. A small gust of wind made the trees rustle and you looked up to the sky, taking a deep breath to inhale the subtle ocean scent. A rumbling engine disturbed your peace, tearing your eyes from the sky and to the path. The car rode down the driveway and pulled up next to your family’s car. You couldn’t help but stand and watch, not having expected any visitors.

“Erwin?” You spoke before realizing you had dropped his title, the shock of seeing him there knocking all the sense out of you. The man walked towards you, chuckling with his hands in his pockets. He lifted one and reached out to pinch your cheeks softly. “You’re lucky I’m on vacation, miss. Y/n.” He smiled and let your face go. Your cheeks were on fire and you found yourself looking past him towards the house. “Sorry, captain.” You apologized, only to feel his hand brush yours. “I was only joking, I’d prefer if you called me Erwin.” He looked different like this, lighter than other days. He was on vacation and looked the part with his white cotton shirt, tucked into tan slacks. His hair wasn’t slicked back for a change and you found your heart pounding in your chest simply by looking at him.

“Erwin.” You whispered to yourself, watching him walk into the house with his bags. You weren’t aware he would be joining your vacation, but you did have a deep fear your father would have invited that Kirstein man. You could see straight through your father’s intentions there and had no desire for it whatsoever.

Deciding not to linger on it all too much, you went on with your plans for the day. Going to one of your favorite spots around the house, the small secluded lake. Your family knew of it’s existence of course, they just didn’t quite enjoy it like you did. It had become your spot and in your spot, you cared very little about being proper.

On your hands and knees, you felt the water of the lake. Taking the moment to admire the way the sun reflected off of the ripples and smiling at it. It was nice and warm and you were absolutely ready for your first soak of the vacation. No one was around anyways, you didn’t look twice before undoing your dress. In nothing but your bra and underwear you waded in the lake, letting your body soak in the sun and the feeling of the nice water. You leaned down, splashing the water around slightly and laughing. This was pure joy for you, with no one around to tell you how to behave or any appearances to keep up.

Erwin knew he shouldn’t be watching you, not like this. He didn’t think you would be in this state when he saw you heading this direction. He simply wanted to explore a little. That’s exactly what he was doing, guilty eyes exploring the delicate white lace coating the intimate parts of your body, the golden cast the sun left on your skin and the pure joy on your face. The water came up to just above your knees and as you splashed it slightly, he watched the droplets on your thighs. Shaking his head, he tore away his stare. This was more wrong than simply finding you interesting and beautiful, he was now lusting over you.

His throat cleared, your head snapping in the direction of the sound. Erwin adjusted his pants before revealing himself to you, watching you scramble out of the water to cover yourself up with the dress. “You told me to call you Erwin, perhaps I should call you peeping Tom instead.” You held the dress over your body, looking at the man with heat rising in your chest and cheeks. “It appears so, I understand. But it wasn’t on purpose. Went to explore my home for the next weeks and stumbled across you. I’m very sorry.” He explained, bowing his head to you in regret. Your body relaxed, your response being more one of surprise rather than fear. Erwin never gave you a bad feeling, not once, not even now as you stood practically bare in front of him.

“Could you be sorry while looking the other way for a moment?” You asked, your tone softening as well. Erwin’s eyebrows raised in realization before laughing and turning around. “Of course.” His broad back faced you as you slipped back into your dress, doing up the buttons before sighing. “Okay, I’m decent again.” You said and watched as he slowly turned around again. You noticed a soft pink tint to his cheeks and found yourself trying not to laugh. You weren’t embarrassed but he certainly was.

“Are you perhaps blushing, Erwin?” You asked, leaning forward to get a little bit of a closer look at his face and to taunt a little. “I wasn’t expecting to see anyone here, let alone you in this state…” He noticed your lack of embarrassment and admired it. “Though I assume you weren’t expecting other’s either.” He finished and you nodded, seating yourself in the soft grass. Erwin joined you, leaning back in the grass and propping himself up on his elbow next to you. “My family never comes out here. I don’t think they know I come out here. So yes I wasn’t expecting company to say the least.” You told him, wiggling your bare toes in the grass and looking out over the lake.

Erwin watched you, then turned his gaze to the lake as well. It must have been difficult having your family not accept the way want to live your life, for you to be a woman who wanted to study over marriage at your age. It also seemed like they didn’t approve of the way you carried yourself, which Erwin didn’t understand at all. He would be happy to know the daughter he raised was strong and smart.

The next few days, you hardly saw Erwin at all. He was always being whisked away by your parents to social events or business, despite this having been a vacation for you all. You knew this would happen though, vacations were never such.

“What are your plans today?” His voice was a welcome surprise in the morning as you poured orange juice. You were still in your silk robe, the first one awake in the house that morning as you made your breakfast. Turning around with your glass in hand, you looked at him and his disheveled hair and clothes. It was clear he had rolled over and put the first thing on he could find and you found yourself wondering in what state he normally slept.

“I’m going into to town a little later today. You?” You asked, watching him rub his face. He looked tired, not relaxed at all. “Suppose your parents will be dragging me around all day again.” He put his hands on his hips and looked at you with a raised brow. “If I promise to buy you breakfast, can you get ready in ten minutes and I’ll drive you into town?” His proposal made you laugh and put down your glass. “Is my family driving you that mad, Erwin?” You asked him, watching him throw his head back with a laugh. You took in his jaw line and the way his Adam apple bobbed, thinking about just how nice a day alone with him would be. “Would it be awful if I said yes?” He asked between chuckles. You looked like his angel that morning, every meeting and introduction he had been forced to go through making him want to go back to the base rather than stay. This was not the vacation he was hoping for and as bad as it made him feel, he was going to use you as an out that day.

“Not awful. Completely understandable.” You admitted and let out a sigh. “Breakfast on you, you say.” You fake pondered, taking in his amused expression. “I’ll be ready in ten minutes.” You smiled and he sighed in relief. “You’re an angel Y/N.” He said softly, taking your hand gently and patting it as a thank you. You could get used to him calling you that and you could get used to seeing him in the morning like this, you could also get used to his hand holding yours.

Another thing you could get used to was the way he looked driving. Window rolled down, arm resting on it as the wind blew through his hair. With one hand on the wheel, for the first time in the last few days he looked relaxed. You couldn’t help but stare at him and take him in. It felt like a date almost, the first one you had been on in a long time with a man you were actually interested in. But it wasn’t a date, it was entertaining your father’s colleague and you knew that. So you swallowed those feelings down, but decided admiring how attractive he was, was perfectly alright.

“Was this the place you mentioned earlier?” Erwin asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked around to see the restaurant and nodded, waiting as he parked. He was a gentleman through and through, not helping with the feeling of it being a date as he opened the car door for you. Taking your hand in his again to help you out the car. “You’re being such a gentleman for someone who stole me away at seven in the morning.” You joked, feeling his hand on the small of your back as you entered the small restaurant. “It’s to make up for doing it for my own benefit. Besides, it’s not every day I get to take a beautiful young lady to breakfast.” Erwin laid his hand flatter against your body, his touches getting more familiar the more he got to know you.

Breakfast lasted longer than anticipated, speaking for a few hours about everything and anything. He liked learning about your family and about the history of the vacation house. He liked learning about you and the reasons you went to college and the reasons you studied what you did. Erwin was finding that he was absolutely taken by you and the more he got to know you, the more he wanted to steal you away to be his.

He told you about himself too, the dangerous missions he had been placed on and the most beautiful places he had been. You liked hearing about his life, his experiences. While you never had the desire to do a job quite as dangerous as him and your father, you did always admire the experiences that came with it. The travelling and meeting people, it made you envious of it all. You liked hearing him speak, watching his eyes as they went through the emotions of talking about his life. You found yourself daydreaming about what it would be like in a more intimate setting, your arms wrapped around him, laying in bed as you comforted him after a long day. It was something no man had ever made you yearn for, no man before him.

“I’ve never quite seen this many books.” He commented, entering the small bookstore you had loved since you were a girl. “Ah, you haven’t seen my room then.” You smiled and continued further into the store. This day was no longer about him getting away from your family, this was about him getting to know you more, even though he knew he couldn’t have you. “If it’s anything as full as this I might not want to.” He joked and you smacked his arm lightly before taking notice of a book with a colorful binding.

“I’ve always loved stories like this.” You remarked, running your fingers over the spine as you read the title. Erwin had never heard of it, not quite having the time to read much with his job. He picked up the book, flipping through the pages and finding himself smiling. “This is a romance book.” He commented, reading through a particularly sweet passage. “Don’t get me wrong, Erwin. I like the intellectual read. However nothing is quite better than a sweet romance book.” You explained, watching him flip through the pages. Erwin looked like he had walked right out of a romance novel, one of your own imagination.

“Suppose I can understand why…” He started and you leaned back against a book shelf. Erwin turned to you, placing an arm on either side of you, the book still in one of his hands. His face was close proximity to yours as he read your expressions, your big eyes staring up at him. “I would be the romantic too if my family kept trying to sell me off to the first suitable man they saw.” His remark made your cheeks get warm. It was an embarrassing situation, one he had undoubtedly heard more about from your father. “Yes, but apparently my personality makes me unsuitable.” Erwin laughed at your words and dropped his arms for you both to continue browsing. “I must argue that I disagree. If anything you’re quite refreshing.” He admitted and you looked at him with a grateful expression.

“I would have asked to marry the evening we met if it seemed like I had a chance.” Erwin thought to himself, watching you browse the books. He found himself picturing the future, days like these with you, holding your hands and spoiling you with books. He could imagine you dressing up beautifully, attending galas with him as he showed you off to the entire room. He even could see your shared home in his mind, maybe even kids. God, he wanted it so bad, he wanted you so bad.

“Erwin, you disappeared today.” Your mother said as dinner was served. “Ah yes, I had some plans in town.” Erwin lied and you found yourself looking to the ground and smiling. It was fun that only you and him knew the truth. “Ah I see. It’s quite alright, I was busy making the starting arrangements for Y/N’s engagement.” Your father said and your eyes shot open in disbelief.

The pure anger you felt in your stomach made you cough and your head dizzy, but what made it worse was knowing you couldn’t do anything about it. “With who?” Your tone was laced anger, anyone could tell and well it was to be expected. “Jean Kirstein.” You knew it, the second the name was said and you fell silent. You knew it. Tears welled up in your eyes and you found yourself looking away from everyone again. Acting out wouldn’t be beneficial, you’d be labelled as dramatic. Crying wouldn’t help either, so you simply bit your lip and pushed all the emotions down.

Erwin felt himself get upset, seeing your face and response. He wasn’t entirely sure what came over himself as he exhaled, going back on all the things he had told himself since he had met you.

“It’s clear that is not what Y/N wants.” Erwin spoke and your father looked at him with furrowed brows. “I know family matters are not my place. But I’m here and I’ve gotten to know her.” He added on and your father opened his mouth to speak. You were still looking away, knowing no objections Erwin would say in your honor could possibly save you from this.

“I would like to marry your daughter.” The room went silent enough that you could hear a pin drop. Your ears were ringing, making it nearly impossible to believe that what he was saying was actually being said. Erwin had been in battles, on the brink of death, in meetings with important officials however, those things didn’t even come close to making his heart pound like this. “I want to marry your daughter. If she’d have me.” He said again, taking note that not even you had responded. He was speaking to your parents, but his eyes were trained on you with each word.

“I have to say Erwin, I’m shocked.” Your mother started and you pushed out of your chair, redirecting the attention to you. Your head hurt, aching with the pain of not having a choice. You also felt a wave of anger or distaste towards Erwin, he made it seem like he understood your pain that morning in the bookstore. Only for him to make this choice without talking to you about it. “I believe I’m going to go to bed.” You said, not responding to anything that was just said. You could hear protests from behind you as you walked away, but it all didn’t matter. Tomorrow you could think rationally, you hoped.

He felt guilty watching you walk away. This wasn’t something he should have done without asking you and he knew that. His gut told him it was the right thing, the signals you gave him, the way you looked at him. He felt foolish for thinking this was something you wanted. It was safe to say that dinner was ruined from that point on.

Walking past your bedroom door, Erwin took notice that it was left open a little and light spilled out of the crack. It wasn’t late at all and you were without a doubt in his mind mulling everything over, he liked to think he knew you well enough for that. He looked inside the room, seeing you in a nightgown sat in front of your vanity, reaching for your hairbrush. He could hear your sniffles and it made an ache settle in his chest. This wasn’t his intention.

“May I come in?” He mustered the courage to ask all while knocking you out of your thoughts. “I suppose.” You responded, toying with the bristles on your hairbrush as you watched him through your mirror. Tears still stained your cheeks and your eyes were slightly red. Your night gown was slightly revealing however Erwin had seen you with less on than that so you ignored it. You were upset with him and that was making it difficult to look at him, even through the mirror.

“I have to apologize to you.” He started, standing a few feet behind you. His blue eyes taking in the way you tried to focus on something else by brushing your hair. “It was impulsive of me to say that during dinner. Though I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t crossed my mind.” You paused your movements for a moment while listening to him. It wasn’t that marrying him hadn’t crossed your mind multiple times while looking at him or speaking with him. He was a great and attractive man and the thought sounded nice. It just angered you that he didn’t even speak with you about this, it made you feel like an object and that’s how you had felt nearly your whole life. You continued brushing your hair trying to work through your own thoughts.

“Can I do that?” Erwin asked, gesturing to your hairbrush. You shrugged and extended the brush to him, waiting as he grabbed a chair to sit behind you. The close proximity behind you made goosebumps coat your skin. “Are you angry with me?” He asked, voice lowering now that he was closer to you. You locked eyes with him through the mirror as he started gently brushing through your hair. “Angry not quite. Upset at the situation, yes.” You admitted and he nodded in understanding. “I understand.”

He continued brushing your hair, trying to do his best to not pull at any knots and be gentle with you. He had never done this before, brushed someone else’s hair but he was adding it to the list of many firsts he wanted to have with you.

“I want these choices to be my own.” You looked down, tears starting to form again. While you were upset, you couldn’t keep it from him. “Hey, hey, look at me.” Erwin used his free hand to move your chin, helping you look at him. His thumb swiped away the tears, taking note of how your eyes were avoiding looking into to his dead on. “You should have talked to me about this first. I thought you were different from the others.” You half mumbled, thinking about your past. “It wasn’t my intention to upset you. I simply believe I misread the signs that I was someone you are interested in.” He said and finally, you looked at him. God you were even beautiful when you cried, it was simply unfair. “You didn’t misread the signs.” You pulled your face from his and turned your back to him once more. “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t had the thought.” You admitted and watched as a small smile pulled at his lips, all while he continued brushing your hair.

“Thought about it, huh? What did you think about?” He asked, a slight mischievous tone in his voice. You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. You debated going into detail about how much his voice effected you, or the way he respected your choices practically made you go weak in the knees, when you noticed in the mirror how broad his shoulders were behind you and how he had practically caged you in between his long legs. The goosebumps on your skin seemingly got worse as his hand brushed your practically bare shoulder to move your hair.

“Well?” He asked, accidentally tugging your hair with the brush harshly. You gasped at the sudden feeling, leaning back into his chest and grabbing one of his thighs in response. His free hand grabbed your waist to support you, all the touching making a thick layer of tension fill the room. “I’m sorry, I’ve never done this before.” He chuckled as you looked back at him, his hand still holding you. Your faces were now significantly closer than before and he took note of the tension. The thin strap of your nightgown slipped down your shoulder, drawing his eyes as he reached around you to put the brush down on the vanity. “However, you still didn’t answer me.” He brushed some of your hair from your face, using the back of his hands to feel how warm your cheeks were.

“I’m well aware, that you can take care of yourself. But I want to help.” His hand now held your chin, making sure you couldn’t look away. He wanted you to hear what he was saying, he wanted you to feel it. “Will you let me?” He asked and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your hand gripping his thigh a little harder. “Yes.” Your voice was barely a whisper, not being able to make it any louder.

You shut your eyes and Erwin tilted your chin upwards, softly kissing your lips. It was so gentle, such a ginger touch for such a strong man, leaving you breathless. “Thank you.” He mumbled against your lips, pulling away so you could catch your breath only to kiss you even harder afterwards. You absolutely melted, feeling his teeth graze over your lips as his hand kept your face steady. God, he tasted like a dream. The way his tongue melded against yours making your nails dig into his thigh, you moaned against his lips.

His hand turned your face to look in the mirror, his hand still holding your chin as he looked at you through the glass. “Look at how beautiful you are.” Erwin said, though it seemed more like he was speaking to himself as he kissed the side of your face, trailing his lips down your jaw to your neck. “Such a strong and beautifully intelligent woman.” He added on and the hand on your waist tugging the bottom of your nightgown up. His words were making your chest ache and heat pool in between your legs. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your puffy lips and eyes from all the emotions yet you still felt beautiful, he helped you feel beautiful.

The skin of your thighs was slowly revealed to him, his hands both moving to feel the soft exposed skin. You relaxed in his touch, eyes meeting through the mirror as you let him slowly undress you further. His fingertips grazing the edge of your panties causing a small whimper to leave your lips. He chuckled slightly, enjoying your reactions to his small touches before tugging the fabric up more. Your panties were fully exposed and you could see your midriff in the mirror. Goosebumps coated your skin and you squeezed his thigh again. “Don’t tease me. Please.” You told him, begged him even. “I need you.” You added on and watched as he lifted the fabric even more, exposing your bare breasts to the mirror before pulling the nightgown off of you fully.

It took him no two seconds to cup your breasts in his large hands, feeling you arch against chest. Your skin was so soft under his touch and every little sound you made was music to his ears. “Oh-“ You whimpered, his fingers pinching at your nipples gently and watching every facial expression that graced your features. “I like teasing you. Your facial expressions are worth every second of my time.” He said and kissed your neck once more. “So I’m going to keep going-“ He started, biting you lightly but not hard enough to leave a mark. “Until I think you’re ready for the rest of me.” His words made your stomach do flips, you wanted all of him.

One of his hands spread your legs before sliding under the band of your panties, middle finger slowly drawing circles over your clit. He was now only watching your face, feeling how wet you were all for him as he spread your slick around. Erwin could feel that he was straining in his pants, it had been so long since someone had this affect on him. This was sensitive, you were sensitive in mind and body and he wanted to take his time with both. Slowly stretching you out on his finger, curling in you slowly until you were ready enough for another. His other hand moved from your breasts to your hand, threaded his fingers with yours as you moaned out.

He added another finger, curling them quicker in you and leaving you gasping. You turned your head to his, no longer caring about the sight of yourself in the mirror. He could feel you tightening around his fingers, walls squeezing them as you sounds got louder. Your lips were centimeters from his, silently begging for a kiss and he couldn’t help but comply. Kissing you deeply, taking in your taste as your hand squeezed his. You moaned against his mouth, nearly biting his lip as you came and his fingers continued pumping into you.

“Erwin-“ You mumbled against his lips, trying your hardest not to squirm too much as tears brimmed your eyes. He was overstimulating you, smiling against your lips as you said his name again. “It’s too much.” You whispered, voice already hoarse and he wasn’t anywhere near done with you. He pulled his fingers out of you and you grabbed his hand, raising the digits to your lips to clean them off. He let out a chuckle in surprise at how bold the action was, feeling your tongue swirling around his fingers before he pulled away. Now was when his self discipline started to wear thin.

It took him no 2 seconds to pick you up, princess style in his arms and walk you over to your bed. He placed you down like you were made of glass, looking down at you and your body. He slowly undid the buttons of his shirt before pushing it off of his shoulders and onto the ground, revealing his broad, muscular chest. You sat up on your elbows, watching him, taking every second of him in the same way he did for you. You watched as his fingers nimbly moved, working to take off his belt and undo his slacks to push them down his toned thighs.

“You’re beautiful.” You said softly, meaning the words. Erwin looked at you once more, with a cocked eyebrow before crawling over you. His body was so warm, his large arms encasing you with something you couldn’t describe as anything else other protection. “Don’t think I’ve ever been called that before.” He said softly, tilting your face up to kiss him again. He absolutely couldn’t get enough of you, spreading your legs to wrap around his waist. “Not even when I was young.” He added on and you shook your head with smile. As you opened your mouth to speak again, you could feel his cock heavy against your entrance and you found yourself swallowing thickly.

You hugged his shoulders, pressing your forehead into his as he slowly pushed into you. He knew he had to pace himself, not wanting to hurt you in any way shape or form. He furrowed his brows, shutting his eyes as he slowly slid into you and giving your walls a moment to stretch. He felt you shift under him, your legs trying to close at the pressure of him between them. “Oh-“ You whined, the stretch taking your breath away as your body tried to accommodate him.

Erwin opened his eyes again, wanting to see your face and not being disappointed in the slightest at your expression. “Look at me.” He demanded in the softest tone, his hands now moving to pin your legs to your chest. The change in position made it feel like his cock sat in your stomach and you opened your eyes with a loud moan. “Erwin, I need you to do something, anything, please!” You cried out, your body moving and trying to create more friction. Any pain you had felt before had subsided and now it felt like a cruel joke that he wasn’t moving.

“Shh, shh.” He cooed, hand stroking your face as he tried his best to pace himself. Your begging and tight pussy were making it incredibly hard, together with your soft skin against his, Erwin was properly overstimulated. He slowly thrust his hips, not moving much before gently picking up the pace. Your sighs and moans getting more and more frequent with each roll of his hips. He held your legs with one arm while the other supported his weight by your head, not wanting to crush you in the middle of it all.

“Feels so good.” Your voice shook, his cock brushing every part in you that made your toes curl. It felt so good you could hardly make a noise anymore, mouth agape with nothing coming out. “Look at how good you are, letting me take care of you.” He grumbled, the compliment making your brain even more foggy. You looked down, in between your spread legs and where you two connected. The sight of his cock disappearing inside of you making your walls squeeze him, it had you nearly hypnotized. His pace nearly faltered, seeing you look down at your pussy, watching the way he spread you apart and the way your juices coated him.

“Oh god!” You cried out, orgasm suddenly hitting you like a ton of bricks. Erwin could feel you fluttering around him, still watching the way he fucked you despite your eyes wanting to roll back. Your nails gripped your bedsheets and your legs shook on his shoulders, but his pace didn’t falter. He needed relief himself, seeing and feeling you cum around being almost enough to get him there. Moving your legs once more around his waist, he pressed his chest to yours and fucked you harder. He knew it was a lot for you, watching the way your mouth fell open as you tried to keep eye contact with him. “I know, it’s a lot.” He huffed, deep grunts falling from his lips in between words. He suddenly pulled out of you, making you whimper as you watched his large hand wrap around his cock. Pumping it to the same pace as he had fucked you, he moaned your name as he shot his release over your stomach. His head hung slightly as he lazily pumped his cock, making sure all the tension left his body as he shuddered.

Your stomach was doing flips, missing the feeling of him inside of you and wanting the feeling of him cumming in you even more. Sitting up slightly, you held his face to pull him towards you and giving him a kiss. “Next time do that inside of me.” You told him softly, watching him look at you with an amazed expression. “As much as I would love to see you pregnant with my kids, think it would be wise if we paced ourselves.” His words made your stomach do flips, the thought of your future. The thought of a future being married suddenly didn’t seem so bleak.

When you fell asleep in his arms, Erwin found himself staring at your ceiling. Self indulging in fantasizing about your future as he listened to your breathing. Stroking your bare back as you slept he felt a wave of worry wash over him. He didn’t want to get your hopes up, especially now that you had talked, so he decided it was best to keep the argument he had with your father to himself. He would fix it, he would take care of you.

The warmth in your bed was gone in the morning, making it incredibly difficult for you to get up. Images replaying in your head of the night before, you could feel his tender touches over your skin like a ghost. Even as you washed them away they lingered and as you wandered down the stairs you found your cheeks warm.

“You’re up early.” You remarked, looking at Erwin standing at the window with his cup of coffee in hand. The radio was on quietly, static interfering with the signal slightly as you tucked yourself under his arm. He welcomed your embrace warmly, squeezing you tighter to him as he sipped his coffee. Mornings like this could be something he got used to, even if you reached to take his coffee for a sip. “I had a lot of things to think about.” He told you in return, watching you hold his mug. His fingers played with the fabric of your dress and you hummed along to the tune playing. Moving his hand up your back in the same way he did the night before and sending shivers over your body.

Your father watched from down the hall, your mother not far behind as they came down for breakfast. They would have been lying if they said the sight didn’t make them angry, the argument from the night before still fresh on their minds. The thought of the man they had brought into their home thinking of their daughter in a romantic way making them uneasy. Not to mention the age difference that left them raising questions.

Erwin took your hand after taking the mug from you, making you twirl to the music before bringing you back to his chest. Smiling at the way you looked at him in surprise. “Old dog learning new tricks?” You asked as he swayed you both to the music. “Starting with these jokes now are we?” He asked, hands tickling you slightly as you laughed. “Couldn’t help myself.” You admitted before standing on your toes to give him a kiss.

Your parents often thought you delusional, the studying and reading stories about romance. However even your father could admit that he hadn’t ever seen you this happy, as jarring as it all was. He knew he was hard on you, it was his duty to you as his first born to drive you to be the best you could be. Until that moment, he thought he knew what best for you was. He turned to your mother, looking at his wife before taking a deep breath. “Maybe we were wrong.” Big words coming from a man like him. “Dear, I think you might be right.”

A/N; This is my baby and I'm really proud of it so yuh

also @chicken-fifi thank you for asking to be tagged! I appreciate it

#you single handedly revived my adoration for erwin smith fanfics well done #you're such a visionary this was so beautiful to read and i love your writing #erwin smith x reader

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Vows - Part 4 (Final Part)

cw: nightmares, consentual blood drinking, oral sex, vaginal sex, polyamory, self-destructive tendencies

male vampire x afab reader

Word count: 6k

Vows Masterlist

You had another nightmare that night.

It wasn’t exactly what you were used to, although you supposed it was still about vampires.

Rook was on the floor. A jagged piece of wood had been thrust through his chest.

The splinters from it were embedded in your hand, drawing out your own blood, it seeping down your arm.

Images flashed through your mind as you saw it.

Vivian in his lap, blood soaking into her dress.

Oliver begging for more, pulling Rook closer as some of his precious blood escaped the vampire’s mouth.

Rook didn’t bleed. He’d been completely impaled and yet he lay, dry. The only blood on him was yours, dripping down your arm.

You felt a wetness on your face, tears making their way down your cheeks. As you moved to wipe them you found that they ran red.

You fell to your knees, shaking the man in front of you, pleading with him.

“Wake up, please wake up,” you cried and yet there he lay. He looked like he’d been dead for weeks. His eyes hadn’t looked dead before, not really, you realized with a jolt.

They may have been foggy and distant but they were full of life.

Now they were dead, empty and boring into you, unblinking.

Something jostled you, the room swaying under your feet.

You grabbed onto Rook, his lifeless form. Your hand drew back immediately, sickened by the thought that you’d reached for him for comfort after being the reason he lay there, lifeless.

A distant voice echoed through your head.

“Wake up. Come on, wake up, you’re alright.”

Your eyes shot open.

Rook was sitting over you, concern written across his face. His hands were cold and his eyes were as distant as ever but there he was, alive.

You wrapped your arms around him without a second thought, holding on as tight as you could, like you were afraid he might slip away.

He pulled you into his chest, his hand holding the back of your head as he whispered comforting words.

You could barely hear them. Guilt was eating you alive. He was sitting here comforting you and he had no idea what you were, what you’d come here to do.

He had no idea what you’d dreamed of.

This was all fake. No matter how much pretend you played, you were enemies.

You couldn’t keep doing this.

You needed to find something. He couldn’t be fully good, your family couldn’t be composed of people who would hurt… what? Creatures who were just trying their best.

If they’d told you to come here and kill him you would’ve done it. He’d be lying on the floor, just like in your dream.

He couldn’t be this good. You needed him to not be this good.

“I think you should drink from me.”

You blurted it out without really thinking. You weren’t certain why you said it. Maybe you wanted to sink back into that trust, that feeling of being not in control but still safe. Maybe you wanted him to attack you, to dispel this awful realization that had been slowly sinking in.

You watched him shift the second the words left your mouth, the slow comfort he’d been giving you fade away as his body went stiff.

“Why?”

The word was strained. He pulled away from you, looking like he’d been slapped.

“Do I need a reason?”

“I think you need to go.”

Oliver was waking on the other side of the bed and you noticed Vivian was snuggled into his side. As Rook got more agitated they started to stir.

“I don’t understand what I did.” You winced at how unsteady your voice sounded.

“I never should have let you in here. This has gone too far.” He ran his hands frantically through his hair, refusing to look you in the eye.

He was practically shouting and Vivian and Oliver snapped into action.

Vivian started to pull you out of the room, although the last thing you wanted to do right now was leave. Your thoughts were racing, desperately attempting to find what you’d done.

He’d been fine. You couldn’t imagine what could’ve made him react like this. Oliver and Vivian knew him better than you did and even they seemed thrown.

Vivian rested a reassuring hand on your arm. “I’m sorry I pulled you out of there, it just seemed like a bad situation.”

“It’s fine.” You knew she could tell that your mind was elsewhere.

She tried her best to reassure you. “I’m sure it’s nothing about you, something is up with him.”

Oliver practically threw the door to the room open, it crashing against the wall.

“What the fuck is wrong with him? He’s been weird and dodgy lately and now this? Unacceptable. He won’t even agree to talk to you. You didn’t even do anything, let alone something that would merit this tantrum! No, hold on, I’m gonna go argue with him again, I can’t fucking believe this shit.”

The images from your dream flashed through your mind and you shook your head. “Maybe he’s right.”

“Bullshit! Come on, we are going to set this straight.”

Oliver pulled you up and back towards Rook’s room and you didn’t have the heart to stop him.

When you’d first come here, you would’ve killed him in a heartbeat. If you’d had the chance, if you’d felt cornered, there was a real chance he would be dead right now.

He’d welcomed you in and what had you given him in return. The kindest thing you’d given him were lies.

You’d played pretend. For what? For a chance to feel safe? And after all you’d done, he’d given you that. Given you safety and comfort and his trust.

This had gone too far. You had to tell him. He deserved to know he had a monster living under his roof.

His head was buried in his hands when Oliver pulled you back into the room, a frantic energy entering his eyes the second he saw you.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he snapped.

He was right.

You spoke quietly, knowing what you needed to do. “Oliver, I think you should go.”

He made a noise in protest but you gave him what you hoped was a reassuring smile and with a final squeeze of your hand, he left the two of you alone.

You didn’t even get the chance to speak before he snapped at you again. “I think I was wrong, I think you should leave.”

“Rook, please, I-”

“Was I not clear? You should leave.”

“No, I have to tell you something,” you pleaded with him, needing to get this off your chest, although you weren’t sure if it was for his sake or for yours.

He rolled his eyes. “What, are you finally going to come clean, tell me that you’re a vampire hunter?”

He knew.

Everything here, it had been a lie. From you, from him, it was all fake. He’d probably been trying to get you under his spell, thought he could control you.

Could you blame him? You certainly weren’t guilt-free in this mess.

He started to pace the room, the calm, in control Rook you were used to nowhere to be seen.

“I had you pegged every step of the way and somehow you still fucked it all up! How did you…”

As he shouted, moving closer to you as he screamed you pulled out your knife, the adrenaline flooding through your body leaving you to fall back on years and years of training.

“You think I won’t do it?” you asked, knowing the second you did that you never could.

“You’re not running. You know I won’t hurt you, you’re not an idiot. Are you going to hurt me? God, you probably are. This was so fucking stupid.”

He really thought you’d do it.

A few days earlier and he would’ve been right.

He got even closer, finally standing with the edge of the knife pressed against his neck. He could probably feel how much you were shaking.

“Do it,” he said. “If you’re so convinced I’m evil, if you really hate me that much.”

“Stop it. Please, just stop it,” you cried as you tried to pull the knife away but he reached out and held it there.

He refused to draw back, keeping the knife pressed firmly to his throat.

You did the only thing you could do. You turned on your heels, dropped the knife, and ran.

You sprinted, out to the front door, out through his gardens, just away.

You didn’t know where you were going, you just needed to get out of there. To stop yourself from causing any more damage. To never have to see their faces again

You ran and you ran. You refused to let your legs stop moving. You needed to be far from here, farther than you could ever carry yourself.

You didn’t even feel the cold of the night digging into your skin, eating away at you.

At some point you may have gotten turned around, you weren’t sure. It was hard to know anything anymore, your mind sending you into a blind panic

Eventually, your legs could carry you no further, giving out underneath you.

You just stared up at the sky, roots digging into your back where you’d collapsed but unable to find the will to move yourself.

With a teary smile, you watched a bat swoop overhead. You’d never had the chance to see him like that.

You knew why now, why he’d never trusted you with that. Why he’d never trusted you at all.

Everything made a little more sense now, the way he’d treated you, the way you’d won him over almost as slowly as he’d won you.

You couldn’t help but wonder how much of that was real and how much of it was a show.

You heard some high-pitched chirping in the distance, the noise piercing right through your thoughts.

Maybe it wasn’t even there, maybe your brain was just desperately attempting to conjure something to stop your spiraling thoughts.

It didn’t really matter anyways.

You had a feeling you might die out here. Better that than returning home. You could never face those people again, the people you’d called your family.

Now you’d met the monsters they killed, you’d never be able to look them in the eye and see anything but what you now knew was there.

You wondered how many of the monsters they’d slayed had been afraid, how many had begged for mercy, how many had just longed for friendship and intimacy.

How many people had they executed for the crime of being hungry and afraid?

And even when they weren’t, with willing sacrifices living happily with them, even then they were deemed heretics and condemned to a house in the woods with a handful of companions they managed to save from the world you’d held in such high regard for so long.

The bat returned to you, settling upside down on a nearby branch.

You gave it a weak smile, blinking tears out of your eyes.

“Hello,” you said, your voice faint after the cold and exhaustion had been eating away at you for what was probably hours. “Sweet little thing, are you the one making those noises?”

It chirped at you, almost as if it was answering you.

“I’d fly away if I were you,” you cautioned the creature. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you to stay away from monsters in the woods?”

Its little head cocked to the side, as if it was desperately trying to understand your words.

The sound of sticks cracking drew both of your attention. Maybe it was a wolf or some other creature, here to finish you off. It had to happen sooner or later because at this point, you were determined not to get up.

A familiar voice banished that thought from your mind.

Vivian was at your side before you had time to make sense of what was happening. She was dragging you to your feet, fighting to pull you along.

“I don’t know if I can do this alone,” she called out. “They're in a bad way, they're going to be dead weight before long.

It took you a moment to realize who she was speaking to.

Your eyes shifted to find the little bat, moving down from his perch until, before you could ever register the change, another familiar face was at your side.

You realized with a foggy mind that he left the grounds to come find you. Your family had been tracking his home for decades and not once had he left but there he was. You’d heard him leading her to you, you could see him in front of you, the light of the moon reflecting off his face.

You passed out before they managed to coax you to your feet, the realization that they’d come for you the last thing you could manage before the world faded away.

You woke up in front of a roaring fireplace with a blanket wrapped around you and two pairs of eyes staring at you.

You focused in on Rook, remembering his part in your rescue. “I didn’t realize you left the grounds. My family is going to be really upset I’m not reporting back anymore, that is exactly the sort of thing they would want to know.”

“I don’t,” he said. “That was my first time leaving in 300 years.”

“Oh.” Your voice sounded small, even to you.

As you gathered your bearings, a door slammed somewhere in the house and you flinched at the sudden noise.

Rook looked back and a quiet sigh escaped him.

“Oliver isn’t handling the news well,” he explained. “He’s mad at both of us if that makes you feel any better.”

It didn’t

“Why?” you asked, your voice much stronger now in the safety of his home.

“Well, he’s mad at you for wanting to hurt me.”

You managed a smile, although you weren’t really in the mood for one. “I’d gathered that much.”

“He’s mad at me for lying, for not telling him who you were. If I’m being honest, I think he’s angriest that I let him care for you.”

Viv chimed in, saying, “He’s just slamming doors so you remember he’s upset. He’ll be alright, just give him some time to cool down.”

“And you’re not mad?” you asked her.

She shook her head and it felt like a minor miracle, that any of them could not hate you after finding out.

“I might have,” she said. “If you’d actually done anything. How long did it take you, before you switched sides? Did it even take a day before you started to doubt?”

You didn’t answer.

You saw in her eyes that you didn’t need to.

“I should let you two talk,” she said, glancing between you and Rook. “But for the record, I’m glad that we got the chance to start caring about you.”

She left the room and it was just the two of you.

Once again you were afraid. Not of him any longer, that had long since passed, but of how he might feel.

“How long have you known?” you asked, your voice weak once more but no longer because of the strain and the cold.

“Since the beginning. I wasn’t planning on letting all this happen but then… do you know how irritating you are? I thought, feed the hunters some bad information, figure out what they might be planning. And then, despite everything you were so bizarrely receptive to all this, and Oliver and Vivian took to you so fast and, I don’t know, this all spiraled out of control so quickly.”

You didn’t say anything. You weren’t sure what you even could say. The word sorry didn’t even come close to cutting it.

He spoke once more, his voice shaky. “Of all the things I thought you might do, putting a wedge between me and them was the last thing I expected.”

“I didn’t want to do that.”

“Sure you didn’t.”

“Rook, you freaked out on me. I didn’t expect them to side with me, I don’t think I even wanted them to side with me.”

“It was going too far, that was too far. Why aren’t you scared of me anymore? I’m not so self-centered as to really believe I turned a vampire hunter, so why are you still here? What are you doing that I’m not seeing? Are you trying to turn them against me, make them hate me too? Just please, leave them out of it. Take me if you must, but leave them out of it.”

You couldn’t help it. You laughed.

“What’s so funny,” he asked, his eyes frantically searching yours for the secret plan he seemed convinced you must have.

“I just… I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“What?”

“I thought all of this, everything I was feeling might be some secret, insane plan you’d made. I think we may have both deeply overestimated each other.”

He inspected your face, searching for something like he’d done so many times before. You wondered if he’d ever found it.

Finally he asked, “What’s vampire hunting like?”

“You really want to know?”

“Can’t imagine I’m going to get many other chances to learn so yeah, why not.”

“I guess I’m not really sure. This was my first real case. It was mostly scary stories when I was little and then a lot of training. I can actually fight pretty well, not that it ever came up here. All of my training was done at home, talking to anyone who wasn’t a hunter was too dangerous so I never really left much, just short little trips.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I wasn’t let outside much as a kid either. Not that that ever stopped me.”

“I don’t think that’s the same, you can’t go out in the sun.”

“Can’t is a strong word. More like really really shouldn’t.”

You laughed. “You sound like you were a real handful.”

“I’m sure you were too.”

“Not really. I was a model student, couldn’t wait to go out and kill my first vampire, make everybody proud.”

“And now?”

“And now even the thought of leaving makes my heart hurt.”

“Does it really?”

He asked it like it was a joke but you knew better than that.

“It does,” you confirmed. “I’ll go though, if you still want me to. I won’t stay where I’m not wanted.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry about before. I told you I’m not kicking you out and I intend to stand by that. You’re always welcome here. Although I would prefer if you kept the vampire hunting to a minimum.”

“I’ll try my best,” you promised with a half-hearted smile. “Hey Rook?”

“Yes?”

“I’m never going to see my family again, am I?”

“I don’t know, that’s up to you. If you need one, there’s always a family here for you. But it’s a big decision. You should think on it, be sure you want to stay, that you understand what that would mean. Until then, get some rest. You really scared me out there, I thought you might not make it home.”

He grabbed another blanket from the end of the couch, making sure you were more than warm enough. With them and the fire, you were certain you’d have to shed at least one of the blankets to keep from overheating but you let him cover you in it anyways, a desperate ploy to get him to stay just a little bit longer.

You woke up to the feeling of being watched.

Your eyes opened to the sight of pale blue ones staring right back at you, half obscured by curly locks of hair.

“You were going to hurt him,” Oliver huffed at you, barely giving you time to gather your bearings.

“Technically, I wasn’t. I was just gathering intel.”

“You were going to help them hurt him.” The semantics of the situation didn’t seem to soothe his anger.

“I was.”

“What changed?”

You shrugged. “Just got to know him, I guess. Harder to imagine him as a big faceless monster when you’ve seen his face and its smile lines and you know him. It’s also hard to imagine you all as brainwashed victims when… well, when you’ve seen the way you interact.”

He smiled at you incredulously. “Me? Brainwashed?”

You nodded. That idea had left you pretty fast. God help the man who tried to brainwash Oliver.

“I don’t want you to go,” he blurted out. He said it like it was the worst confession he was capable of. “I can’t believe Rook didn’t tell me. He could’ve prevented this but now I care about you and I want you to stay here with us.”

“I think I want to stay too.”

He didn’t seem able to hide his glee, trying his best to force a frown and failing. “Alright. I haven’t forgiven you yet but I’m glad you’ll be here. I would’ve missed you if you’d left.”

“I would’ve missed you too. Can you go tell Viv? I want to tell Rook myself.”

He nodded eagerly, darting towards the door. Before he bolted out he looked back and gave you a firm, “I’m trusting you. Please don’t make me regret it.”

You couldn’t even fathom it. Even apart from Rook and everything you’d learned about the monster you’d come here to fight, you could never hurt them like that.

Before going to see anyone you walked back up to your room. Your pigeon was waiting by the window, confused as to why you hadn’t come to give him a message yet.

If you were honest, he was probably the only thing you’d miss, the only thing this experience hadn’t sullied. Your sweet little bird.

You reached into your pockets to see if your notebook was still in there. It was, as was your dagger, having apparently been returned to you while you slept. You’d have to get rid of that wretched thing soon.

You quickly scribbled out note after note, the words never quite seeming right. How does one convince their family that the thing they’ve been doing all their lives is wrong?

You didn’t.

You tied the note to his leg and sent your loyal little bird off for the last time with the last message he’d ever deliver for you.

The message felt like it was as much for him as for them.

It just read Goodbye.

You wandered up to Rook’s bedroom. You knew where it was by now. The house might still feel confusing but this room you could find.

You knocked on the door, the sound echoing in your ears.

A distant “come in” sounded from behind the black and white painted wood of his door.

He was waiting there for you, his eyes trained on the door as you entered.

“You feeling alright?” he asked, his voice low and measured.

You nodded. “I think I just needed some rest. I’m sorry you had to come and rescue me.”

“No need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re okay. Why did you run?”

“I don’t know. I just didn’t want to hurt you any more than I already had.”

“You didn’t hurt us. Look,” he said, holding out his arms for you to see. “Limbs all still attached. It got a little stressful there but we’re all alright. Better than we were before.”

You hoped that was true.

“You’re staying, aren’t you?” As he asked the question, you began to understand why the thing Rook was scared of the most was people being afraid of him. Because with every word, you could tell he was afraid of your answer and it felt like a punch to the gut.

“If you’ll have me.”

“Of course I will.”

You had both been standing very still, avoiding any sudden movements, trying your best not to break the calm.

That did it. At his words you were moving towards him, his arms wrapping around you the second you were within reach.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered into his chest, beyond happy that this time, he was listening. This time, he believed you.

When you finally pulled away you stood there, looking at each other, a silence falling over you that one of you needed to break.

You wanted to be the one to do it.

It felt like a risk. Last time you’d asked everything had been destroyed. But it felt like the only way to finalize it, to make yourself one of them and shed your past.

Finally you asked, “Can you drink from me?”

You waited for the mistrust but it never came. Instead, he just cocked his head to the side and asked, “Why?”

“Because I trust you.”

“You’re still a little scared.”

“I’ve got years of stories in my head, they’re hard to shake. But I do trust you.”

“You really want this?”

You nodded, reaching out hesitantly for him.

He came to you, his hand intertwining with yours.

“Alright, but we’re going to work up to it. I’m not throwing you in the deep end, okay?”

You nodded, already trusting that he’d make sure you felt safe.

He walked you back to his bed, laying you down gently on the soft sheets you’d been too afraid to indulge in when you first came here. The thought felt silly now.

He moved over you, capturing your mouth in a kiss.

You pushed up against him, wanting to be as close to him as you could.

He seemed to sense your urge and pushed you back down into the sheets, his body trapping you against their warmth.

And then the kissing ended as he sat you up with an urgency that made you think twice about whining about the newfound lack of contact.

He reached up to start undoing your dress, getting both of your clothes off as fast as he could.

“Need to feel you,” he said and you helped him along, removing your final garments as he struggled to pull off his pants.

You smiled, helping him where his pants had gotten caught around his ankled in the rush.

He just stared down at you, wide-eyed.

“Come here,” he said pulling you back up to the bed and pressing you against him. His skin was colder than you were used to and you were sure you must have felt burning hot against him.

His hands ran up and down your sides as he held you against him, feeling every bit of you he could.

Finally, you sunk back against the mattress and were trapped under him once again.

His hand slid down your front and two fingers pushed inside you.

You felt his sharp intake of breath as they pushed inside and saw that incessant smugness return, the worship on his face falling behind it.

“You’re so wet, is this all for me?” he asked.

You nodded, hoping that was the answer that would get you more.

You felt yourself clench around him and he moaned at the sensation.

“Please,” he asked, “I need to be inside you. I’ll go so slow, make sure you’re alright, just need to feel you.”

You didn’t need any convincing.

He was so thick, pausing with every little push inside to let you accommodate the stretch before pushing impossibly further into you.

Finally, he bottomed out, pressing kisses all over your face to distract you from the burn.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmured into your skin, refusing to pull away even to speak.

Finally the burn settled, although the stretch never really went away.

You rocked up against him experimentally and his cock rubbed perfectly against your walls.

You tried once more but he pushed your hips down, leaving you unable to move.

You looked up at him with big, questioning eyes.

He smiled down at you like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever seen. “Ask nicely,” he insisted and you were too far gone to do anything but comply.

“Please, I need you,” you cried.

“You have me. What do you need.”

He was going to make you say it. “I need you to fuck me.”

Those seemed to be the magic words. As soon as they left your mouth he started to move.

His head was buried in your neck as he thrusted into you and there was no more fear, it had all dissipated, even the little slivers hiding in the corners of the old stories you’d been told.

Every nightmare and monster under your bed had been replaced with his face and you didn’t have it in you to be afraid of him any longer.

He moved gently, like he didn’t want to break you.

You weren’t so sure you didn’t want to be broken.

“More, harder,” you pleaded.

He hesitated and so you kept begging. “Please, I want to feel it in the morning

That did the trick, his hips snapping into you with a punishing force.

“Yeah? I can do that. You’ll be so sore tomorrow but it’ll be alright because I’m going to take such good care of you. Anything you want you’ll have. I take care of my humans, I’m gonna take such good care of you.”

The phrase did something to you. You were his human now. It didn’t feel possessive it just felt right because you knew you had given a piece of yourself to him.

The faster pace was sending you both hurtling toward your climaxes.

His hand snaked down to rub your clit as he pounded into you, your hips rising to meet his.

Finally something inside you snapped and you clung to him as waves of pleasure overtook you completely.

His pace didn’t slow as your orgasm calmed. You were sensitive and a little sore but still the last thing you wanted was for him to stop.

With one final punishing snap of his hips, you felt him come inside of you, a strangled moan sounding from him as he left sloppy kisses across your neck and slowly rolled his hips into you until the waves of his orgasm subsided.

For a while he just lay there, half on top of you, doing his best to keep from crushing you as he panted.

“How’re you feeling?” He finally asked, rising up a little to look at you. “You nice and relaxed for me?”

If you’d been any less exhausted you would’ve rolled your eyes at him and found some retort. As it stood, you just nodded, your arms still wrapped around him, keeping him close.

“Alright,” he said, looking down at you with a soft gaze. “Human instinct means that the second I break skin, for one moment you will struggle. You’ll lash out at me so I’m going to have to pin you down, okay? Anytime after that first moment you’re free to back out but just for at the start I have to hold you still.”

You nodded. “You’ll hold me down but I say red and you’ll stop.”

“Exactly.”

He pinned your legs firmly below him, wrapping one hand around your wrists to hold them in place. The other hand drifted to your chin, gently tilting your head to the side.

His fingertips brushed over your neck, ghosting over your pulse. You could feel it pounding and you’re sure he could too. If he could smell your fear all those days ago you couldn’t even imagine what he must be smelling now.

His breathing was unsteady as he stared at you with naked hunger.

He licked over the spot on your neck first, like he was marking you before slowly resting his fangs over top of your skin.

You pulled your head even further to the side, begging him to break skin.

He finally did and for a moment, you lashed out, the pain inciting some buried instinct in you.

And then the fight faded and all you were left with was a sense of peace.

You were powerless beneath him. He could bleed you dry right now, pinned under him. You knew he wouldn’t.

There was something calming about being completely at someone’s mercy. He lapped your blood up, his body warming as he fed from you, and you felt more relaxed than you ever had before, as you gave this piece of yourself to him.

The pain had faded so far away. The only way you could recognize it was by seeing it as another thing you’d feel in the morning, another thing you knew Rook would diligently take care of.

And he’d do it with the energy and life you were giving him now, the bit of you that you were allowing him to take.

He tried to pull away from your neck but your fingers knotted into his hair, trying to keep him close. He rejected your attempt, pulling away to send his lips crashing into yours. The metallic taste of blood seeped into your mouth as you returned his kiss, desperate and pleading.

You felt just as hungry as he was.

The kiss finally ended as he went to bandage to wound you’d half forgotten about, settling back against your neck as soon as he cleaned the remaining blood dripping down you.

The sheets, on the other hand, did not look like they could be saved.

He snorted into your neck and you pulled back to get a good look at him.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

“I won,” he said with a smile.

“What?”

“Our game. I think I won.”

“Are you trying to piss me off?” you asked with a laugh.

“Maybe.”

You just laid there for a few minutes, lounging against him before he moved to get up.

You whined at him but he made no move to stop. He walked across the room and returned with a glass of water and a plate of cookies.

“I told you I’d take care of you,” he said as he handed them off.

“My hero.”

He settled back in next to you as you started in on one of the cookies.

“So you really want to stay?”

You nodded, barely even processing the question. “I already said yes,” you mumbled.

He shook his head. “No, I need you to listen. Do you want to stay, to join everyone here, to become mine?”

Your brows furrowed. “I’d be yours?”

He nodded. “They’re all mine, just as much as I belong to all of them. To all of you. Don’t you remember, all those promises you made before you came? I made them too, you know. To care for you all, to always have your best interests at heart, to give a piece of yourself away. All the vows, you have to mean it this time.”

“I already mean them. You want to be mine?” you asked, wiping a stray drop of your blood off of his chin.

“I do.”

#ROOOOOOOOOOOKKKK #this story and its beautiful characters will live in my heart forever #what a beautiful beautiful experience it has been to read this im so glad i found it 🥺💓

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Vows - Part 3

cw: consentual blood drinking, threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, edging, double penetration, polyamory, more tags will be added as the story continues

male vampire x afab reader

Word count: 5k

Vows Masterlist

It was all for intel. You kept repeating the phrase in your mind, over and over and over, like that might make you believe it.

Something had shifted last night. You couldn’t deny it.

You’d felt it in your gut but more than that, you’d proven it when on your report, you’d said absolutely nothing.

You’d lied to your family, to your kin, and why? Because he’d kissed you so softly. Because he’d let you inspect him on the odd chance it might ease your mind? Because he’d come up with schemes to try and ease your fear just a little? Because he’d offered you the gardener's house and made you laugh and made you hot cocoa but sent someone else up because he was so scared that he might make it worse?

The more you tried to rationalize it all away the more overwhelming it felt.

When you left your room there was another box outside your door topped with a bow and you almost screamed.

This was more than you could handle. You’d been prepared to be attacked and thrown in a dungeon and to be completely stripped of your dignity, but what you’d never prepared for was the onslaught of goodness.

You honestly preferred it when he’d been demanding that you kneel and practically cutting off the circulation in your hand. At least then you didn’t feel like the villain for hating him. For being here to destroy the little world he’d built here.

The unbidden thoughts solidified something in you, resolve hardening in your stomach. This wasn’t just their mission anymore. You needed to be sure you were doing the right thing before you did anything.

They’d earned that much. Of that fact you were certain.

A tap sounded at your window and you saw the unexpected return of your pigeon.

You opened it, welcoming the distraction.

“That for me?” you asked as you unwound the note from around his ankle.

It was a note from the hunters, the first correspondence you’d received since you got here.

You read it with a sinking feeling in your gut. It read:

Too dangerous, get out of there.

The sinking feeling wasn’t because of the potential danger, you realized, it was because you didn’t want to leave.

And, you supposed, you didn’t have to.

What were they going to do, come get you? They couldn’t set foot within these walls.

You simply refused. Whatever was going on here, you could handle yourself. Despite all the uncertainty in your head, that much you knew.

You wrote a quick refusal and not much more, once again leaving out anything else.

You weren’t sure why they wanted you out. Maybe they could sense your resolve crumbling, knew you weren’t up to the job, just like they’d feared. You’d had to argue and fight for months even to convince them to let you come.

But surely if they knew it would be like this they would’ve warned you. They’d certainly warned you about all sorts of other things, if vampires weaponized kindness then you’d know about it.

But you didn’t.

And so, instead, you were left floundering, desperately trying to find the trick in it. Because there must be a trick. If there wasn’t…

You headed downstairs to try and find someone. You weren’t even sure who you were looking for, you just knew that being alone with your thoughts was the last thing you needed right now.

It didn’t take long to find them. All three of your companions were milling about the kitchen, Oliver trying to snatch something out of Viv’s hands that she was holding high above her head while Rook watched, a fond smile planted firmly on his face.

He was the first to notice you entering the room, the other two too preoccupied with their battle over what looked like a pastry.

You sat down beside him and Rook gave you a gentle kiss on the top of your head as you did.

He did it casually and you couldn’t help but appreciate it because by acting like it wasn’t a big deal, it made it feel like it wasn’t.

Vivian and Oliver did not appear to have received the memo, Vivian staring wide-eyed and elbowing Oliver between the ribs to make sure he hadn’t missed it while Oliver just grinned at you.

Rook looks at them incredulously. “Glad we can keep you two entertained.”

Oliver scoffed. “I’m just glad you didn’t scare them off.”

Vivian elbowed him again, less enthusiastically this time.

He took her distraction as an opportunity to snatch the food out of her hands and took off, barely a heartbeat passing before Viv was chasing him through the door.

Rook chuckled as they disappeared through the doorway. “Petyr needs to hurry back, I don’t know if I can survive on my own with them. I’m too old for all this.”

“Yeah?” you said, not willing to be outdone by the other two troublemakers in the house. “You too tired for them, old man?”

He shook his head disapprovingly, crinkles forming beside his eyes in amusement.

“Go chase them,” he said, nodding towards the door, “I need to rest my old bones, lest they crumble to dust.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Maybe. But I’ll be dramatic in a comfortable chair.”

You rolled your eyes once more before setting off to find your human companions.

You poked around for a while until finally, you stumbled upon Oliver. The chase had seemingly ended and instead he was sitting on the floor, knitting, just like he had been outside the throne room.

You broke him out of his concentrated trance by asking, “What’re you making?”

“This? It’s a sweater, or at least I hope it’ll be. My last two didn’t turn out too great. It’s for bat Rook. My attention span isn’t good enough for full-sized sweaters.”

“So you’ve seen him like that then? In bat form, I mean?”

“Oh yeah. He gets all snuggly when he’s a bat, it’s very sweet.”

You tried to picture it, a sweet little bat curled up on Oliver’s chest in a sweater that looked like a chessboard. It didn’t quite fit with the ominous image of him that you couldn’t fully shake.

“Maye someday I’ll see it,” you said, sounding far more wistful than you’d intended.

“I’m sure you will. Maybe he’ll have a fancy little sweater when you do.”

His focus jerked up from his knitting to focus on you, eyes widening in a look of realization. “Oh! Also, Viv had an idea. We noticed your relationship with Rook was progressing but you still seem hesitant and she thought maybe the first time you slept together I could be with you two. She thought it might make it easier, if I was there.”

Your face heated. “Vivian proposed this?”

“Yeah. She’s a schemer at heart. If you don’t want to it’s not a big deal I just thought the idea wasn’t half bad and I certainly don’t mind.”

“No, not a bad idea, I just… If it comes to that I think it would be nice. You being there.”

Oliver was so excited it almost scared you a little.

“Hell yeah,” he practically shouted, “I can’t wait. After Beatris left no one else here was willing to do stuff like this. Which isn’t a problem, obviously, I just kinda missed it. Oh, and if things get overwhelming just let me know, I’m more than happy to take all the attention. You know, to get it away from you.”

“Noted.”

Once Oliver started rambling it was sort of difficult to get him to stop. Eventually, you managed to sneak away, to think on his proposal.

The words kept swimming around your head.

It was too vulnerable, obviously it was a bad idea, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel any trepidation about it.

Sure, you felt guilty that you were giving in to the vampire, but you weren’t scared of this. It’s like a switch had flipped in you, like you’d accepted something.

You should listen to the note, get out now, before your loyalties tipped any further. But doesn’t your certainty that if you stayed the scales would eventually tip say something?

Maybe you shouldn’t leave at all.

Beyond the fighting with yourself and spirralling thoughts, your mind kept drifting back to the kiss between you and Rook.

Back to how it made you feel. The lack of control and yet feeling of security, the feeling of being connected.

You wanted to feel that again.

The kiss hadn’t just been a mistake, a weakness of the moment.

You wanted to do it again.

You’d spent your whole life training and learning and working and this seemed fun.

You sought out Oliver after that, understanding now why he’d been running through the halls that first day. There was no way to get anywhere in a timely manner without running.

You almost sprinted right into him, skidding to a halt as you saw him.

“I was looking for you,” you said as he greeted you with a smile.

His head cocked to the side. “You were? Why?”

“About what you said earlier, I think I’d like that. You being there, I mean.”

He tried and failed to hide his excitement. His poker face was functionally nonexistent. “Oh,” he said, feigning a casual, vaguely interested tone. “Like, in theory or in the near future?”

“Yeah, like in the near future. I don’t know. I’m still nervous, I’m not sure I’ll ever stop being nervous, but I want to do this.”

His nose scrunched up as he smiled, rocking a bit on his heels. “This is going to be so fun, you have no idea.”

Before Oliver had a chance to inform you, Rook was storming into the room. You tried to recall what you might have done to make him look upset this time but instead, he grabbed Oliver by the scruff of his shirt.

“Can you come here?” he said, yanking Oliver backward towards the door before he even had the time to respond. “I swear, I can’t leave you and Viv alone for five minutes.”

And then the door shut and you could hear any more of their conversation, hidden behind thick walls and a heavy door.

You sat patiently, fidgeting nervously. It almost felt like you were in trouble, despite Oliver clearly being on the receiving end of Rook’s frustration.

After what felt like an eternity, Rook poked his head through the doorway. “Is this right? Did you agree to this?”

“Are you going to pull me outside and give me a stern talking to if I say yes?”

You heard a low hiss of “I told you so,” come from behind the door.

He dragged Oliver back into the room by the scruff of his coat. “Don’t let this little scoundrel talk you into anything you don’t want to do, alright?”

“I won’t,” you reassured him. “Trust me, I think I can handle him.”

He eyed you both suspiciously and you could feel your heart flutter as his eyes softened, cocking his head a little, asking silently if you were really on board with Oliver's little plan.

You gave him what you hoped was a reassuring smile, trying desperately to hide how flustered you felt all of a sudden.

It wasn’t right at all. All the wrong feelings were surfacing. The fear and anger had almost entirely been dissolved by giddy nerves that left butterflies in your stomach and an incessant warmth that spread across your face right up to the tips of your ears.

He glanced between the two of you before sighing.

“I have to go talk to Viv, you two just… try not to cause any major problems while I’m gone.”

He wandered off, muttering to himself and glancing back at the two of you.

Oliver didn’t seem to care, excitedly taking hold of your hand and dragging you through the endless hallways you were slowly becoming familiar with.

He led you to Rook's bed and you sat there, stiff, back straight, like you had someone to impress. You supposed in a way you did.

He poked you between the ribs, looking up at you with a tight smile as he lounged comfortably on the bed.

“You seem nervous.”

“A little.”

“Just stop thinking so much, you’ll be just fine.”

“I can’t stop thinking.”

“Then I’ll have to distract you,” he said before grabbing your arm and yanking you down into the bed.

You yelped a little as you fell, a noise which quickly turned into a fit of laughter as his mischievous hands tickled you.

Between bouts of laughter, you did your best to wrestle him, quickly giving up on your unheeded pleas for mercy.

If it weren’t for the element of surprise, he never would have gotten the drop on you. He was smaller than you and easy to get the drop on and you managed to squirm your way out of his grasp, launching your own attack on him in retaliation.

Finally, you won the battle, managing to pin him down on the mattress. Your hands trapped his wrists, restraining his devious fingers.

“Oh no, I’m at your mercy,” he said, putting all the dramatics into his voice that he could manage. “Is this when you ravage me?” He blinked up at you in faux innocence.

You rolled your eyes but leaned down to kiss him all the same.

Or, you kissed him as best as you could while you were both giggling.

Oliver seemed to decide this was a prime opportunity to launch a sneak attack and poked you in the ribs once more before tackling you and kissing you once more.

“I’m starting to think you don’t want me here at all.” You hadn’t even heard Rook come in but as you jerked your head towards him, you saw him leaning casually in the doorway.

He strode over to the bed and Oliver moved out of the way. As loud and excitable as he tended to be, he was quiet now, letting you be the center of attention.

Your thoughts drifted back to how he’d asked about this, saying it might make you more comfortable. You knew deep down what this was. It was a ploy from Oliver and Vivian to try and get you comfortable, to convince you to stay. They knew you liked them already, Rook was the only thing they saw in your way.

Right now, their plan didn’t feel half bad.

As soon as he reached the bed his mouth was crashing into yours, his patience from before dissipating.

The kiss was almost punishing, pushing you back towards the bed, your arms wrapped around his neck.

It was everything you remembered, everything you’d wanted to feel again. He was soft but firm, gentle but commanding.

You felt yourself losing control.

No, you felt yourself giving up control.

“You sure you want to do this?” he mumbled into your lips, refusing to pull away from you.

You nodded, not trusting your words right now.

He fought off a smile as he focused on kissing down your neck, sucking bruises into your skin but being very careful of his teeth all the while.

And then he dropped to his knees,

“What’re you doing?” you asked, looking down on him.

“Poor thing, has no one ever eaten you out before?

You both knew that wasn’t what you were asking but he couldn’t seem to pass up an opportunity to tease you. “You’re testing if I trust you,” you said as he looked up at you from his spot on the floor.

He just smirked. “Maybe. I can’t tell, who’s winning if you do trust me?”

He hiked up your skirts, nipping lightly at your thigh. You gasped at the feeling. “I don’t know, this feels a lot like winning. Do you always get on your knees so quickly?”

“If you think this was quick you should’ve seen how fast Oliver folded when he got here. I’m not sure he was even all the way through the door.”

A pillow came flying at him, thwapping him on the side of the head as you burst into a fit of giggles.

Rook shot the culprit a halfhearted angry look that was undercut by the smile tugging at his lips.

“Aren’t you supposed to be here to help,” he asked, his thumb rubbing absentmindedly up and down your thigh as he scolded the man sitting behind you.

“I’m supposed to be here to make them less nervous. Do they seem nervous to you?”

He was right. You were grateful for Oliver’s presence, his demeanor making the affair seemed lighthearted.

Both of them proved to be incredibly calming forces, despite everything.

Nimble fingers reached up and hooked under the band of your underwear and you gasped a little as he pulled them down. It all suddenly felt very real.

You knew he could feel the shift in your mood, his hand reaching up to grab yours.

It was strangely endearing, watching him take control so gently, having to try and manage a delicate balance and take care of both of you. Something rose up in you and you wanted to take care of him. You tried to shoo the dangerous feeling away

“Wait.”

He looked up at you, those cloudy, dead eyes full of caution and patience.

“No biting, okay?” you said quietly, your words just for him.

“Of course not. And what do you say if you want to stop?” he asked, squeezing your hand gently.

“Red.”

“There we go. Don’t be afraid to use it.”

And then he was gone, disappearing beneath the fabric of your dress.

Moments later you felt him lick through your folds, jerking a little at the sudden sensation. Oliver giggled behind you, seeming to find your jumpiness amusing.

Rook started out teasing, avoiding your clit except for a few bumps of it with his nose.

You went to tug on his hair or pull him closer, to ask for more, to beg him to stop teasing but he was unreachable, fully engulfed by the skirts of your dress.

It was a little frustrating, not being able to grab at his hair or see his face.

Oliver pulled you back into his chest, cooing at you as he laid you down.

“You look so pretty for us, Rook is missing out on the best view in the house.”

Rook seemed egged on by his words, the teasing finally coming to a merciful close as his tactics flipped, now seeming deadset on making you come as quickly as possible.

Oliver pulled you towards him so you were laying down on your back, your head resting in his lap. He cooed at you, telling you how good you were doing and how pretty you looked. It all started to bleed together.

You feel like you’re in a haze, grateful for Oliver’s grounding presence. His hands in your hair and his neverending talking kept you rooted to your body because you almost felt like you might float out of it, becoming a victim to sensation.

Your legs locked around Rook's head, taking what little control you had over him as you drew closer to the edge.

Oliver chuckled. “There you go.”

He took the movement as an encouraging sign, focusing all of his attention and refusing to stop the motion that had made you trap him against you.

Your back arched, Oliver’s soft hands stroking your face as you came undone. Your legs stayed locked around Rook's head, his hands gripping your thighs as your hips rose in waves, riding out your orgasm.

When you finally released him, he came out of the skirts looking disheveled, his hair a mess and panting, all the while smiling proudly up at you.

“You alright?” he asked with a cocky grin.

What an unfair question after what he’d just done to you. “You could say that.”

Rook grabbed Oliver’s legs and yanked him toward the edge of the bed. “You want a turn.”

He had already started to frantically unbutton his pants. “Please, yes, I do.”

Rook was still kneeling on the floor as Oliver kicked off his pants. “You alright with this?” he asked as Oliver’s painfully hard cock came bouncing up against his stomach.

You nodded with a giggle. “Cut the poor boy some slack, he looks like he might come if you breathe on him too hard.”

That earned you a hearty laugh from Rook and a half-joking glare from Oliver.

“I guess we’ll see.”

You had plenty of time to recover from your own orgasm, leaning against Oliver to watch as Rook firmly grasped the base of his cock before giving it a soft lick.

Now that there were no skirts in your way you could touch him. You ran your hands through his hair and gave him encouraging words, not unlike what Oliver did to you.

He was notably meaner to Oliver than he was to you. If you thought you were being teased, Oliver was practically being tortured.

He never got more than a few touches at a time. Anytime Oliver tried to get anything more he’d pull away entirely, not saying anything, just waiting.

Not that he really seemed to mind, despite all the irritated noises that kept escaping him. He seemed to thrive off of the attention regardless.

With one final lick from the base of his shaft after giving him painfully little, Rook pulled fully away.

Oliver whined, scrambling for something, anything, needing more.

“They got to come,” he said with a pout as he reached futilely for Rook.

“Well, it isn’t your first time with me. Also, I don’t think you’ve earned it. Too much scheming for my taste.”

“Come on, don’t be mean,” he whined.

You backed him up. “Yeah, don’t be mean.”

“Oh god, there’s three of you now,” Rook said with a groan.

Oliver giggled. “You’re outnumbered.”

“I was outnumbered before,” reasoned the vampire but Oliver took no mind of this, not willing to be deterred by something so silly as logic.

So Rook switched tactics, artfully snatching back control once more. “You think he’s earned it? Fine, I’m not stopping you.”

The implication was clear and you didn’t hesitate to answer what Rook had silently asked you. You grabbed Oliver’s face and kissed him.

Rook seemed more than happy to just watch for a while, sitting behind Oliver with a smile on his face that you kept catching glimpses of every now and again.

Oliver remained sandwiched between you as Rook removed his pants, something you were almost startled to realize hadn’t happened yet with him still fully clothed in juxtaposition to your states of undress.

You snuck some greedy glances at him as he undressed. He was certainly bigger than Oliver was, although he looked similarly close to coming undone.

He caught your eye during one of your glances and gave you a disarmingly genuine smile and a wink that made you giggle into Oliver’s mouth.

Oliver ground against you, his cock pushing against your clothed stomach. It was still slick with Rook’s spit, gliding against you as he moved.

Rook raised an eyebrow. “You sure you want to help him?”

You nodded, feeling like it was just as much for your benefit as it was for his.

Oliver guided his dick in place under the increasingly more and more frustrating skirts of your dress and as he did, Rook sunk abruptly into him, pushing Oliver forward into you. You gasped as he did, your walls that had been aching to be filled flexing around his cock.

It was a good call, having Oliver separate the two of you. He hadn’t explicitly asked but you both knew he’d led you there, he’d led you to every step of this. He didn’t need to give commands to be in control of the situation, you saw that now.

The separation made you feel safer, less on edge. You knew Oliver, knew he couldn’t do anything to you other than perhaps an irritating poke or two.

Despite the evergrowing trust you placed in Rook, he could still hurt you if he wanted to and the prospect would’ve been too much for you while you were here, floating, vulnerable.

Also, Oliver was notably smaller than Rook and you were kind of glad he was the one inside of you right now. You already felt overstimulated, you weren’t sure you could’ve taken him.

You have no idea how Oliver was managing, stimulated from both ends after being denied for so long.

Rooks thrusts controlled him completely, moving him in and out of you sharply. You got the sense that if you hadn’t been there, he would have been going even harder. Oliver certainly wanted him to, trying to push back with nowhere to go, trapped between the two of you.

“You’re being such a helpful little toy, aren’t you?” Rook hissed at Oliver.

He nodded and you kissed him again, one he accepted gladly.

You heard Rook chuckle at the sight. “You’re lucky your new friend is so sweet, I never would have helped you like this.”

Oliver’s moans started to become more desperate and Rook pulled him back, leaving you empty.

“Please, Rook. Please drink from me, I’ll be good,” he cried out.

Rook glanced over at you as if asking for permission. You gave him a little nod and he dove in immediately, burying his head in Oliver’s neck.

For a moment, Oliver thrashed, an instinctual push against the vampire as he broke skin.

It only lasted a moment. Then he did anything but, trying to pull Rook in even closer and revealing his neck as much as he could.

It lasted for a few minutes, Oliver with his hands tangled in Rook's hair, holding him there while Rook suckled from him, hips still rocking upwards as he did.

Rook’s skin flushed as he drank, like you could see the blood entering him, giving him life.

All the times you’d imagined a vampire feeding, you’d never pictured something like this. It was so intimate, almost sweet, the way they were entwined, connected.

A sense of yearning started to surface in you that you couldn’t quite manage to snuff out.

Rook pulled away, a trail of blood trickling down Oliver’s neck as he did. When he opened his eyes, you noticed they were brighter, a dark brown replacing the clouded-over eyes you’d grown accustomed to.

He quickly reached over to his bedside table, grabbing a bandage and setting it into place, pressing a quick kiss on it before burying his face in Oliver’s neck once more.

This time it wasn’t to drink. This time he opted to whisper quiet affirmations into his skin, telling him how well he did.

And then he turned to you.

The prospect of being cared for so gently suddenly seemed overwhelming. You drew back and he let you, his eyes soft and his expression anything but the hard shell he’d put on when you first came here

“We won’t get near you if you don’t want us to," he reassured you. "Just please stay. I’d rather you not be alone right now.”

You conceded that much, falling back onto the pillows on the opposite side of the bed as the pair

You noted how comfortable and safe Oliver looked. Rook just held him, making eye contact with you, a look that seems to say someday, if you want it, this could be you, safe in my arms.

A sinking feeling rose in your chest and you couldn’t tell if it was because you thought that could never be you or if it was because some part of you was still upset that someday it might be.

#I NEED THEM BRO PLSSSSS #made the butterflies in my yummy go absolutely coockoo bananas #this was already so good and enjoyable to read but boi that smut was 🤌 excellent #gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous

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i am. transcending. . .

Vows - Part 2

cw: consentual blood drinking, nightmares, accidental voyeurism, polyamory, more tags will be added as the story continues

male vampire x afab reader

Word count: ~5k

Vows Masterlist

You dreamed of vampires. You always did, ever since you were little and your father had told you all about them. About how they drained people, leaving them pale and cold. About how they liked to leave a little life left in their victims, to make them suffer, shivering on the street until all the light faded away.

You were running, breathless, from the killer behind you. Blood ran down his face, a face that kept flashing across your vision as your frantic footsteps echoed in your ears.

The world was shaking. Something was wrong. The pounding of your feet became unsteady as the ground beneath you swayed.

“Wake up, you’re alright.”

The words faded in as you registered someone gently shaking you awake.

Your eyes widened in fear, the terror of the nightmare lingering.

Rook sat beside you, concern written across his face.

“You were screaming,” he said softly, a worried crease forming between his brows.

“Yeah, that happens sometimes. Sorry I woke you up.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. Anything you want to talk about?”

Images of vampires and their victims flashed through your mind again and you shook your head.

The man sitting beside you was a far cry from those images. His gentle concern wasn’t helping anything.

“Do you need anything?” he asked and went to rest his hand on your arm in what you knew was meant to be a reassuring gesture.

You pulled away immediately, like his cold touch had burned you. “Not from you,” you snapped.

He drew back, not uttering another word as he exited your room.

You didn’t even have the energy to worry if you’d angered him.

More surprising than anything to you was the vampire you’d dreamed of. You’d been convinced Rook would fill that spot in your nightmares after you got here but he hadn’t.

You had mostly steadied your breathing by the time you heard a knock on your bedroom door.

“Yeah?” you asked, your training kicking in, the way your parents had drilled it into your brain to never say ‘come in’ without knowing who, or what, was on the other side of the door. Even in here, where it no longer mattered, you couldn’t shake the habit

Oliver peeked his head in, looking like he’d just been woken up, eyes still puffy from sleep.

“You okay? Can I come in?”

You nodded at him and he came in with a mug in either hand.

“Rook made them for you and sent me up. Seemed to think I would be more welcome as a delivery boy.”

“Did he.”

He nodded as he handed you a mug. “He’s worried that he frightens you.”

“He does frighten me. Is he kicking me out?”

“No! What? No one’s kicking you out. He’s just worried. We all are, to be honest.”

“Worried about me? I’m the only one having a sane reaction to all of this. You’re telling me that you came here, to this massive prison controlled by a monster, and you weren’t a little scared? Not of this place or of him or of anything?”

“This isn’t a prison.”

“Isn’t it? You don’t feel trapped here?”

“I feel safe here.

“You don’t ever want to leave?”

He shrugged. “Not right now. Someday I probably will, for a while. But I’ll always come back.”

“He’d let you do that? Just leave whenever you want to?”

“Of course, he does it all the time. We’re not the only ones who call this place home, you know. Petyr’s out traveling, he’s been having issues walking as he got older so Rook wanted to make sure he got the chance now and then stay here and adjust when it gets really bad. Beatris has been gone for a bit, her dad got sick and she left to take care of him. She still sends letters back all the time though. There’ve been more but… well, Rook’s lived a long time. I think that’s why you’re here. He doesn’t like this place being so empty. That’s why he let someone so… skittish stay.”

“So I’m not his type. Not bending to his will fast enough?”

Oliver lets out a good hearty laugh. “God no, I think he likes that part more than he probably should. You just seem scared of him. That’s the last thing he wants. I think it’s getting to him more than he wants to admit. That’s his own biggest fear, I think. Scaring people. He’d be so angry if he knew I told you that but I thought it might help destroy the image of the big scary vampire you’ve got in your head.”

“Well, then we both make each other scared. Fair’s fair.”

Oliver chucked. “Whatever you say. Well, I’ve done my duty, your hot chocolate has been delivered. You can do whatever you want but I’m going back to sleep.”

“Goodnight,” you called after him as he dashed out of the room back to his warm blankets.

You were less eager to fall asleep. You gave it a half-hearted try but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, instead opting to just stare at the wall for a few hours until the sun shone through the windows and lit up the room.

As you finally left your room, deeming it a more acceptable time to be awake, you almost tripped on a box sitting right outside your door. A ribbon was wrapped around it, tied into a perfect little bow.

You took it back inside, undoing the ribbon and tentatively opening the box.

You weren’t sure what you expected but it certainly wasn’t this. A pale blue dress was folded up inside. As you pulled it out of the box you noted it was a little shorter than what you were used to, barely going past your knees, but it was beautiful.

And you most certainly preferred it to the endless black and white of this place. You swapped your old black dress for your new blue one, feeling a little more at home in it.

It shouldn’t feel like you’d won a battle but somehow it did. You knew he didn’t like it, that anything that clashed with the perfect black and white of this place would irk him, and yet here you stood, in clothing that felt like yours.

You set out once again, this time with a mission.

You were set on thanking Rook, to rid yourself of the guilt that had started building up inside of you ever since this morning, ever since he started being so nice.

You wandered in and out of endless rooms trying to find him. Most of them were dusty and clearly haven’t been opened in years. You quickly started eliminating doors based on which had a thin layer of dust on the handle.

It still left you with altogether too many.

There was a room with a beautiful piano that you couldn’t help but press a few keys on. It was a little out of tune but still made lovely noises. It echoed perfectly through the room, like it was built to carry sound.

Another room has stacks and stacks of books. It wasn’t quite a library, although you were sure there was a library somewhere in this sprawling place. Instead, it just had stacks of books littered about the room. Other than that it was furnished with a fireplace, a few chairs, and dozens of blankets.

Eventually, you entered your final dustless room, coming face to face with the back of a familiar figure.

He was looking through his closet, positioned so he couldn’t see your form behind him, busy looking through the endless monochrome clothing.

“Good morning,” you said and he practically jumped out of his skin.

“Christ!” he exclaimed. “Do you ever knock?”

“There’s too many rooms in this place, if I knocked on every door I’d be a pile of bones before I ever found you.”

He laughed. “Was my tour not satisfactory?”

“Your tour where you refused to speak to me? Or was there another tour that you didn’t even bother inviting me to?”

He almost seemed like he winced before his face fell back to the familiar cold face you were becoming accustomed to, the one that it seemed Vivian and Oliver weren’t so familiar with.

“Perhaps that was a bit rude. You look nice, by the way.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Do you really believe that? Aren’t I horribly off theme?”

He shrugged. “You look more comfortable and that’s what matters. And it’s alright? It’s to your standards?”

You nodded. “Thank you. For this and for the hot cocoa.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just seemed like you might need it.”

“I think I did.”

“Anything else you need?”

You wished there was, some excuse so it wasn't so clear you'd just come in here to express your gratitude. You knew the whole house was his but this felt more like enemy territory than anywhere else you’d been.

You shook your head, refusing to meet his eye. “No, that’s all. I think I should go, let you get ready in peace.”

He watched you leave, some unplaceable emotion flashing across his face. You weren’t going to stick around long enough to figure out what it was.

As you descended the staircase you smelled something delicious, following the chocolate scent lingering in the air. You had nowhere else to be and some chocolate sounded great right about now.

You found the source of the scent in the kitchen. Vivian was hard at work, her hair tied back as she mixed what looked like another batch of brownies, a tray of them already sitting on the table.

“Good morning Vivian,” you said. You grabbed a brownie off of the plate and took a bite as you walked in. They were still warm and you turned to give her a compliment on her cooking.

Before you got the chance she snatched the brownie out of your hand. “Those are for Rook.”

You held up your hands in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. Didn’t realize he couldn’t share.”

She just stared at you for a moment, wincing a little and your face paled. “Wait, he can’t eat food.”

She shrugged. “He can with some modifications.”

You shuddered, the urge to go throw up the bite you’d taken overwhelming. It was a miracle you were able to resist it but the food still sat heavy in your stomach.

“Right. Don’t eat food without asking. Got it.”

“I’m so sorry, I should have warned you faster.”

You brushed her off. “No really, I’m fine, it’s not your fault. A little blood won’t kill me.”

You weren’t fine but there was no use telling her that and making her feel worse than she clearly already did.

Your hands were shoved nervously in your pockets, fingers wrapped around the hilt of your knife. Not that you thought you might have to use it but it was becoming somewhat of a nervous habit.

Her face lit up as she noticed what you were doing. “Rook gave them to you too! I was the one who asked for pockets, I’m glad he’s putting them in all the dresses now.”

“Did you? I used to sew them into my skirts myself.”

“I wish I could’ve done that, I’m awful at sewing. This way I can pick up anything cool I find, it’s great.”

She reached inside her pocket and pulled out a handful of trinkets. Her hand opened to reveal a couple of buttons, a coin that you’d never seen used before, a rock with a pinkish hue, and a dead iridescent beetle.

She looked incredibly proud of her little hoard, holding it like it was the greatest treasure in the world.

As sweet as she was, you needed some air, needed to be away from what you now knew were blood brownies.

“I’m gonna go for a walk, I hope Rook likes the brownies. All things considered, they were actually pretty good.”

“Thank you!” she said, beaming at you as you made your escape.

You wandered outside, circling the hedge maze but never setting foot inside. It still felt like a trap more than anything.

You managed to find a climbable tree and did your best to scale it, the shorter dress giving you far better mobility than what you were used to.

As you finally managed to sit securely on one of the branches and get a look at some of the winding paths of the maze, you didn’t find anything suspicious.

As much as you wanted to find something, it really did feel like Rook just wanted a hedge maze.

It would be nice if you could find something suspicious out here, in the sunshine where he couldn’t go. Instead, you headed back in, set on interrogating Rook some more.

The only problem was that you had to find him first.

He didn’t really need a maze, not with a house like this. You’d already tried and failed three times to find his room. Each time you opened the door with confidence and each time you were decidedly wrong.

When you finally did find his room you didn’t have time to celibrate.

Behind the freshly opened door was Rook sitting on the bed. But he wasn’t alone.

Leaning into him, covered in a blanket and not much else, was Vivian. His hand was tangled in her hair, slowly running his fingers through it before his head jerked up at your sudden intrusion.

You immediately slammed the door. No anger reared its head this time, cutting straight to the embarrassment and feelings of regret.

You weren’t exactly finding the intel that you’d been hoping for in your time here. There was functionally nothing for you to report back, unless they’d very suddenly become interested in Rook’s sex life.

You settled into a nearby couch, waiting patiently for the consequences of your second unexpected appearance to arrive.

About half an hour later you heard a door slam and prepared for the worst. Rook came storming at you and you waited to get yelled at. Honestly, you deserved it. Viv would be more than in her rights to tear you apart but you knew she wouldn’t do that so Rook would have to do.

“You,” he said, pointing an accusational finger in your face, “Will start knocking or I swear to god, I’ll put a bell on you.”

You did your best to repress a smile at that. “What, like a misbehaving cat who brought one too many dead birds inside?”

His stern demeanor didn’t last for long, chuckling at the comparison. “I will get you to stop hunting the birds one way or another.”

You smiled. “I would never hunt birds, for the record.”

“No, of course not. You act more like you’re hunting me and Viv.”

The joke was far closer to the truth than you were comfortable with.

He collapsed next to you on the couch at looked over at you. “What am I going to do with you?”

You shrugged. “I swear I’m never entering a room without knocking again, if that helps.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” he said with a smile and you were glad he wasn’t upset. You much preferred it this way.

“What were you doing with her,” you asked, thinking back to the scene you’d walked in on.

“Today or yesterday?”

“Today. I know what you were doing yesterday, pervert.”

He gasped in faux offense. “I am not a pervert. She was just keeping me warm.”

You buried your face in your hands, refusing to look at him or that smug look on his face.

Your hiding didn’t seem to deter him. “And today I was just doing aftercare. It’s important, you should never go without it in my humble opinion. Especially with all that they give me.”

“They? Not you?” you asked, still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to grow tired of your apprehension and demand you give him what he was owed.

“You’ve hardly given me a smile, I think it’s a little early to be talking about aftercare and blood drinking, don’t you? Unless you’ve suddenly gotten very eager in which case…”

“No," you quickly responded. “I just thought, I don't know, that it would be expected of me.”

“We’re not expecting anything of you. Oliver told me what you asked. About me kicking you out and you feeling trapped here.”

“I didn’t mean for you to hear that,” you quickly said, doing damage control as best you could. “I was tired and frightened, that’s all.”

“You don’t need to justify yourself to me. I just wanted you to know you don’t need to stay if you don't want to.”

“I told you, I have nowhere else to go,” you said, remembering your story and wondering if he might be trying to catch you in a lie. At least that was more comfortable to believe than the alternative.

“There’s an old gardener's cabin out behind the maze, you could always stay there. It’s much less comfortable but it’s an option if you’d rather not be here.”

You needed to stay here to gather intel. At least, that was what you kept telling yourself, doing your best to ignore the second reason. To ignore that little voice that had started piping up in the back of your head, one that was starting to like it here and that was fighting with the fear that lived inside of you.

“No. I’ll stay.”

“Alright. Well, the offer stands. If you ever need somewhere to escape to, it’s always there.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” It was a stupid question to ask but you had to ask it, there was no other option.

“You can think of me as a villain as much as you’d like, my dear, but I won’t play that part. I care for everyone here, even the ones who are scared of vampires."

“So that’s it, we’re your pets?”

He rested his hand on your arm and your breath caught in your chest. So little contact and yet you welcomed it, it felt reassuring in a way that you were absolutely certain it should not. “You’re so set on thinking the worst of me. You're my companions. This place is yours now just as much as it is mine. For better or for worse.”

“For better, I hope.”

You didn’t miss the long look he gave you, looking you up and down. You kept catching him doing that, inspecting you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

“So do I,” he muttered, and it was unclear if he was talking to you or himself.

As the day passed you began to understand why Rook so desperately wanted to fill this place with people.

Vampire hunting wasn’t nearly as thrilling as you’d imagined as a child. You’d spent the last few hours after your conversation milling about from room to room, migrating from couch to couch, muttering to yourself as you went.

You imagined what this place could be. It felt like thousands of people could live in this place easily, a whole village housed under a single roof. Honestly, you imagined Rook would like it that way, if only a village would agree to it.

The suffocating silence of the latest room you’d been just sitting around in, daydreaming, was broken by the door slamming open and Rook coming bounding inside. You fought back a smile at the sight of him and regretted to note that you’d begun to welcome his presence. You told yourself it was just the empty rooms getting to you.

The alternative wasn’t an option. You refused to even consider it.

He had a grin plastered across his face as he jogged up to you, too eager to do his usual dramatic walk with his tailcoat flapping dramatically behind him.

“I had an idea. We should have a safeword,” he practically shouted, despite the fact that he’d just plopped down next to you on the couch you’d been sitting on, passing the time. "Not in like, a sexual way, just to make you more comfortable."

You looked up at him, baffled, and leaned back, eyeing him suspiciously. “Why would I think it was in a sexual way.”

“They’re just usually… nevermind, don't worry about that. I just thought that whenever you’re feeling frightened or overwhelmed you could say red and I’ll leave you to calm down. No questions asked, I’ll never be offended by it. I just thought it might give you a better sense of control, calm some of your nerves.”

He was so excited, entirely unable to suppress his joy as he proposed this idea to you, this desperate ploy to help you feel secure.

The revelation hit you like a gut punch. “You genuinely want me to feel safe, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.” And for the first time since you got here, you believed it.

“Okay then, I just say red and we’re done?”

“Exactly. You’re a quick learner.”

He was visibly pleased with himself and for once, the smugness wasn’t even a little bit grating. He’d earned it, just this once.

With a newfound boldness that was surfacing with your growing comfort around him, you chimed in once more. “Can I ask you something?”

“You don’t need to keep asking permission like that. Let’s just assume you’re always free to ask questions.”

“Can I see your fangs?”

You blurted it out before you had the chance to second guess yourself and this time, it seemed like you made him nervous. The flash of nervousness didn’t last long, although his smugness didn’t quite make a reappearance on his face.

He opened his mouth dutifully, just enough that you could see his sharpened canines.

Your hands drifted up towards his face and you looked at him, silently asking permission.

He gave you a little nod and your palm pressed against his cheek, your thumb brushing over the tip of his fang. You did it lightly, careful not to pierce your skin and draw blood.

He stayed absolutely still, allowing you to explore.

You took the opportunity to study his face too as he sat, pliant in your hands. He gazed back, something looking like confusion on his face. You couldn’t understand why it was there, why he couldn’t understand you wanting to learn more about him.

The confusion transformed as he noted you studying the rest of his face, not just his fangs, softening as your thumb moved to brush over his cheek.

“You’re not as cold as I thought you’d be,” you told him. Your voice was low, not having to be loud to reach him considering how close you’d gotten.

“I could say the same about you.”

Now it was your turn to look confused, cocking your head to the side as you stared at him.

“Must you speak in riddles?” you asked. You knew you should pull away, that your exploration was over but you couldn't find it in yourself to draw your hand back.

He smiled at you and you felt his cheeks raise as he did. “I think it’s part of my charm.”

“You’re impossible,” you huffed out.

You were too close. The air from your words had surely brushed his face, you could tell that it did by the way his eyes darted down to your lips.

You just kept drawing closer. It was like you’d gotten caught in his gravitational field, he kept pulling you closer and closer all without ever touching you.

You refused to be drawn in on his terms like this so instead, you took the initiative and made your own move towards him.

It took barely a moment to close the gap between you two but by the time your lips touched, his arm wrapped around your waist, like he’d been waiting for this and you’d fallen into his trap once more.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You let yourself be engulfed by him, being pushed back into the couch, the sides of his coat falling to either side of you as he deepened the kiss.

You could feel his fangs as he nipped at your lower lip, not hard enough to pierce the skin, just enough to feel them. It seemed almost as if he was testing the waters.

It didn't even occur to you to be scared.

His knee shifted in between your legs and you blessed the shortness of the dress he’d given you in that it was able to fit there.

A content little noise escaped his mouth, being smothered by your lips, as you ground up onto it shamelessly, chasing any sensation you could get.

Sure this wasn’t the first time you’d kissed someone, nor the first time you’d gone further, but it was the first time that no shame or nerves overtook you.

He’d said he wanted you to not be afraid of him, to trust him, to feel safe within these walls and you hated how well it was working. Well, you would’ve hated it if you could manage to string together a coherent thought.

Right now you just wanted more.

Rook did not seem to be on the same page.

He pulled away entirely, ignoring your attempt to pull him back.

“This is too fast,” he insisted. “You should go get some sleep. We both should.”

Your face fell as he moved away from you, back down onto the plush seats of the couch.

You wanted to ask for more, for him to touch you again, to take away all your worry once more.

But you didn’t. Not because you were thinking straight once more but because you knew he wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t push past where he thought you would feel safe, wouldn’t be swayed on matters of your comfort.

For now, all that anger had faded and all you could do was sit back and admire how cared for you felt as he offered you his hand and told you he’d walk you to your room.

#rook please save me. . . save me rook. . .#OH MY GODDDDDDDD #he's the cutest vampire that there ever was #i wanna put vivian in my pocket bless her she's so cute #oli. . oli my sweet puppy boy #AND THE KISS EUGHHHHH MY CHEST ROOK PLSSSSSSS #zoo wee mama #🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

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Vows - Part 1

cw: consentual blood drinking, cockwarming, accidental voyeurism, polyamory, more tags will be added as the story continues

male vampire x afab reader

Word count: 6k

Vows Masterlist

You kept your back straight, trying to maintain what little dignity you had left standing before the man on the throne in front of you.

You lost all of that when he looked you up and down and gave you a simple command.

“Kneel.”

You bit your tongue, doing your very best to keep a pleasant look on your face as you got on your knees. He couldn’t know how much you hated him. You wouldn’t blow this.

Your valiant attempt to hide your disdain didn’t seem to have the effect you’d hoped. He looked down at you, sneering, and said, “I was told you’ve been quite eager to get in here. You don’t look eager.”

“I am not in the practice of fawning over men I’ve just met.”

He cocked his head to the side, eyes roaming over you, trying to get a read on you.

His hair was dark, touched with hints of gray. His face was pale and smooth but not uncreased, particularly worn crow's feet in the corner of his eyes telling tales of a smile that you saw no signs of right now.

He looked down at you with eyes that looked faded, like a half-decayed corpse, and spoke through his fangs. “Why did you want to come here?”

You couldn’t pretend it was out of desire, he’d clearly seen right through that. So you tried another tactic.

“I had nowhere else to go,” you admitted, looking up at him with sad eyes.

His brows furrowed. “If you wanted shelter you could have asked for shelter, we would have given it. You took our vows. Why?”

He was right, you had. You’d signed your soul away. Your body too. For what, the chance to live in the home of a leech? You had no idea how anyone could agree to this, how he could have fooled any of the poor people who lived here, who he saw as dinner and as walking sex toys. It was dehumanizing.

But it was also the easiest way to get close to him. To learn his secrets.

His eyes softened as your gaze fell, your combative eye contact turning to something shyer, more nervous.

“We don’t need to talk about that now. But you don’t need to be embarrassed, not here. And you certainly don’t need to be afraid. Whatever your reason, you’re here now, that won’t change unless you want it to.”

He rose from his throne and moved towards you, holding out his hand. You took it as you rose to your feet, not wanting to insult him any more than you apparently already had.

“What can I call you?” you asked, still not having so much as a name for the man.

“Sir is fine.”

It took everything you had not to roll your eyes at him.

“Now,” he said, his hand still wrapped around yours, his grip firm but not strong enough that you couldn’t pull away if you really tried. “I should show you around.”

It wasn’t much of a tour.

He took you through the halls, up a spiral staircase, and past what felt like dozens of doors without uttering so much as a word to you.

The monotony of the tour was disrupted when a young man came barreling down the hall. He was dressed in all white, his hair a curly blond. It was a bit too long and he pushed it out of his eyes as he skidded to a halt only for it to fall dutifully back into place.

“Hey Rook I…” He did a double-take as he saw you. “Oh, hello. Haven’t seen you around here before.”

“I’m new.” Your tone was dry. You could tell from the two marks on his neck that he was one of the vampire’s disciples. You knew it wasn’t his fault he’d been fooled into staying here and fought the urge to resent him, to view anything associated with this monster as bad.

A massive smile took over his face. “Great, it’s always nice to have someone new around! I’m Oliver, by the way.”

“Hello.”

“Listen, I know it can be intimidating here at first but I promise he’s a sweetheart under all the dramatics,” he said, gesturing to the visibly frustrated man standing right next to him.

He didn’t take that well.

“You should run along,” Rook insisted, pressing a quick kiss into Oliver’s forehead and cutting off your conversation. “I think I’m going to have to give some special attention to this one.”

Oliver looked at the vampire with furrowed brows. “Okay. You’re being weird but okay.” He turned to you on his way out. “He’s not usually this weird, I promise. I mean, that’s not actually true, he’s always weird but like… different weird.”

“Oliver!” he hissed, his face twitching into what almost looked like embarrassment.

“Okay, okay, I’m going. Just try not to scare them off.”

As you both watched them trail down the hallway, you turned to Rook and asked, “What happened to everyone calling you sir?”

“I didn’t say everyone had to call me that, I said you did,” he replied, an unmissable snideness in his tone.

Great, you’d been undercover for less than a day and he already didn’t like you.

You hadn’t had much further to go before your little interruption. Your room seemed to be only a few doors down.

Rook held the door open for you, beckoning you inside.

He stood in the doorway looking in at you, not entering the room. “The closet has clothes for you. That’s why we gathered your measurements after you took your vows, everything here should be perfectly fitted to you.”

“Thank you, Rook,” you said with a little curtsy.

“Sir,” he hissed at you, his fangs particularly evident as he spoke.

“Rook,” you insisted, refusing to back down.

He conceded faster than you would have expected, a soft chuckle escaping him at your persistence. “Fine. Rook. Now get some rest. You can pick more of those fights you’re so desperate to pick with me in the morning.”

You immediately turned defensive, terrified of what he was implying. “No, I’m not… I just…”

“I’m not blind, and you have a worse poker face than you seem to think. I’m not worried, I’ve proved less understanding people than you wrong.”

“I really am sorry. I think I’m just nervous.” That much was true at least. You had a feeling your nerves wouldn’t subside until you left this god-forsaken place behind.

“It’s alright,” he promised. “We’ll work on that.”

The words sent a chill down your spine. What was intended to be reassuring felt threatening instead. Something about the way he spoke to you, all straight faces and hushed words, left everything he said feeling sinister. You decided that even if you didn’t know what he was, they would make you feel uneasy.

It only left you more convinced he had the people here under some sort of spell. Surely he couldn’t have won them over, there must be something else at play.

You’d half expected to be forced to stay with him your first night so you let out a sigh of relief as he turned without another word and left you in what appeared to be your own room.

It wasn’t like you didn’t think he had the space, this place could house hundreds, you just weren’t sure of his morals. Or how impatient he would be to test your loyalty to his vows.

You patted at your side, ensuring you could still feel the notebook you’d sewn into your skirts before you came.

It was fairly thin. It needed to be able to let it sit, undetected, in the fabric just below your hip.

You hiked up your skirts, pooling the fabric in one arm as the other reached down and grabbed the silver dagger that lay flush against the inside of your thigh. You hadn’t known where it would be able to lie safe and undetected or how thoroughly you would be checked.

You opened the wardrobe to try and asses where you could go about hiding your contraband from now on, your prior hiding spacing being spoiled by your new host's insistence upon extravagance.

You considered hiding it somewhere in your room but quickly dismissed the thought. At least with them on your person you’d know if you were discovered. With them in your room, you could be compromised and in danger and be none the wiser.

There were more clothes in the wardrobe than you’d owned over the rest of your life combined. There were suits and pants and skirts and dresses of every length, even ones that didn’t quite feel appropriate.

Your gaze was drawn from those scandalous dresses as you realized that some in this closet, shoved into the corner, were sheer. Those you discarded immediately, you wouldn’t give him the pleasure.

Despite all the variety in clothing types, it all seemed a bit one note. You were stricken with endless patterns of black and white. There were a few in plain black or plain white that you gravitated towards but the rest were covered in patterns. Diamonds and stripes and checked skirts, it was enough to give you a headache.

The colors and patterns felt aggressive and gaudy when confronted with a whole closet of them, but you couldn’t help but admit that they were beautifully made. The fabric was the softest you’d ever felt.

You pulled out a black dress, the one that felt closest to what you were used to, and started to put it on. You’d been searching for places where you could sew in secret folds when your hand went right through the skirt and into a pocket.

You pulled the skirt upwards to evaluate and noticed that the stitching was far rougher there than any of the other seams, looking not unlike your secret pockets you’d become adept at making lately.

Their presence couldn’t help but worry you. Who had these belonged to before? Who had felt so unsafe here they’d been set on creating hiding spots close to them.

Whoever they were, they had more sense than the rest of Rook’s victims.

Your fingers ran over the handle of the knife as you shoved it into your new pockets instead of reattaching it to your thigh. It was safer there, better hidden, but you wanted it at hand. You’d been reassured you wouldn’t have to use it, not on your first mission, but it was always good to have.

Just in case.

Your knife was still stowed away but the notebook remained out. You still had work to do.

Quickly, afraid someone may walk in on you at any moment, you scribbled out a summary of your first day here. It wasn’t much but you’d been told to take note of everything. Besides, you’d never hunted a vampire before, you didn’t know what details were important yet.

As you completed and folded up your note, you rushed to the window, unlatching it and looking around quickly for anyone surveilling you.

You noted a distinct lack of onlookers at the same time a pigeon landed on the window frame.

Your face lit up as you saw him, your dutiful little messenger a welcome familiar face in this horrible place. You cooed at him for a moment, giving him a soft pet down his back.

“You’re so good. Told them you could find your way to me.”

But you didn’t have time to fawn over him, you needed to get this note out of here as quickly as you could.

You attached the note securely to his leg and sent him on his way, staying at the window and watching him until you could see him no longer.

With your mission for the night completed and your little friend finally out of sight, you gave yourself permission to rest.

Taking up most of the room was a massive bed, with black blankets pulled over white sheets and sheer black curtains hanging around it.

The bed was so nice and perfect you couldn’t bring yourself to disturb it, instead curling up on top of the perfectly made bed in the house you didn’t belong in.

You woke up with a jolt, already filled with adrenaline. The sun was shining through the window and you felt a pang in your chest at the implications of the fact that you had a window at all. He had to avoid the sun, it caused vampires pain and sapped them of most of their strength. Most avoided houses with windows entirely, wanting a space to hide away from it.

But no, you’d been given a window. This really was your space, a space that half the time he was likely to avoid.

You realized you’d slept in much later than you’d intended. So much for getting up early and poking around.

For most vampires you’d be right where you needed to be, most of them were nocturnal but there were a lot of patterns Rook didn’t follow that most vampires did.

He seemed to prefer following the sleep patterns of his disciples who lived with him, or at least you thought he did based on the little intel you had.

It was his house so he didn’t need to be invited in anywhere. Instead, it had wardings that meant only those invited could step inside, hence why you were on your very first mission, all alone. You were the only one who’d never been in the limelight, who vampires wouldn’t know to watch out for so here you stood, invited inside with the rest of his little humans.

If you couldn’t snoop, you should at the very least try and gather information from him.

You stormed out of your room, set on gathering intel.

You needed to have more to report this time. What you were doing wasn’t cutting it. You were supposed to be proving yourself and instead you were what, wandering around a mansion and picking petty fights?

You didn’t really know where he was so you took your best bet and headed down to the throne room.

He wasn’t a ruler of anything, not really. It felt like it was more for his ego than anything.

The massive wooden doors that led to it were shut with Oliver sitting on the ground beside them, like the world's least threatening guard.

Upon closer inspection you realized he was knitting something, the pile of yarn next to him the same black and white as most of the things in this god-forsaken place. It didn’t help him appear more intimidating, that was for sure.

As you reached for the door handle he made a noise of protest from his seat on the floor.

“I wouldn’t go in there,” he called out. “Rook said not to let anyone in.”

“I don’t care what Rook said,” you insisted. “I need to talk to him.”

“I really wouldn’t if I were you…”

You left his calls of protest behind as you stormed into the room.

Rook was sitting on his throne, but he wasn’t alone.

There was a girl in his lap. You couldn’t see her face, her back facing you as she straddled him. Her long, red hair hid most of her from your sight but it failed to cover her lower half and your face heated at the sight of her plush, unclothes thighs hugging his midsection, her dress hiked up around her waist.

He pulled her head to rest on his shoulder and you caught a glimpse of both her face and neck, a trail of blood gently trickling down her side, staining her white dress bright red. From what you saw she looked completely out of it. You weren’t even sure she noticed you coming in.

“Would you like something,” he prompted, his arm wrapped protectively around the girl on his lap. Something in you churned at the sight and you forced it back down.

You didn’t say a word, turning on your heels and storming right back out of the room.

Oliver looked up at you, fighting back a smile as the heavy door fell shut behind you.

“I tried to warn you,” he said, amusement radiating off of him and you wondered if maybe everyone in this god-forsaken place was an asshole.

You spent the rest of the afternoon seething. You weren’t even entirely sure about what, to be honest, just spending most of your time pacing and feeling generally upset.

When Rook finally decided to show his face, you let it all out on him.

The second he entered the room you were chewing him out. “What the fuck was that? Do you have to be getting your dick wet and feeding constantly? I mean, christ, it’s my first day here!”

He countered your aggression with a roll of his eyes. “You’re mad at me? Maybe if you listened to Oliver it wouldn’t have happened.”

You avoided his gaze sheepishly. He was right, this was your fault. Your anxiety about this whole situation was manifesting as anger and you needed to get it under control. For the sake of the mission.

“If you want to be rude to me, fine,” he continued, “but do not be rude to these people. They’ve done nothing but welcome you here.”

“It’s alright if I’m rude to you?”

“For now. I foresee that changing in the future but I don’t mind a challenge.”

Is that what he thought you were doing? Playing hard to get? It bought you time so you went along with it, wondering how long it would be before his patience snapped and you no longer had a choice

Your thoughts drifted back to the redheaded girl. His body language had read as protective but she’d been bleeding and she didn’t even seem to react to you coming in. Your mind couldn’t help but drift to the worst-case scenario.

“How many people live here?” You asked, trying to get him to reveal if she was one of his pet humans or someone disposable, someone you should start quietly mourning.

“Right now? You’re met both of them. Well, met is a strong word, more like rudely stormed in on.”

If she lived here, she was probably alright. You’d do your best to find a way to check in on her, just to be safe.

At the revelation that only two humans lived here, you thought back to the only face you’d expected to see within these walls. “The man who measured me, the one who permitted me inside and made me take my vows. Where is he? Petyr, I think his name was.”

He was an older man, you’d guess late 50’s. He’d been a calming force when you’d met him, making your mission seem less daunting with the power of pleasant conversation, even if you couldn’t admit any of your real intentions to him.

You would’ve appreciated his presence. Your only hope was that Rook hadn’t already gotten to him.

“He’s traveling,” Rook explained, a faraway look entering his already glassy eyes. “He always wanted to see the world. He’s spent far too many decades trapped in here with me so I sent him off to see it.”

You scoffed. “So that’s it? He got too old and you sent him off? You just discard your little lovers when they’re not young enough for you anymore?”

He looked genuinely hurt by the accusation. “You don’t know anything. I’d give the world for him to be here, for them all to be here. But they have lives to live, certainly more than I do. They’ve more than earned their dreams, I just try to help with the ones I can.”

At the clicking sound of approaching heels, you glanced down the hallway to see a woman with familiar long locks of ginger hair striding towards you.

“I’m done taking insults from you. Play nice with her,” he hissed.

“Or else?”

He didn’t answer before storming off, leaving you to get acquainted with the redhead you’d already seen far too much of.

You turned back to her and saw her looking longingly after him as if she didn’t want to be left alone with you. Part of you couldn’t help but take offense to that. He was the monster, not you. If anything, you were going to be her savior.

She let out a nervous giggle as she shifted her gaze from the hallway where your host had disappeared back down to her dress, a new one without blood dripping down it. “I’m sorry about earlier. Not the most dignified meeting we could have had.”

“It wasn’t your fault, I shouldn’t have been in there.” The mark on her neck had already begun to fade, healing much faster than a regular wound. However, you knew it would never fully heal, his mark would be on her skin for the rest of her life, claiming her.

“Regardless, I'm sorry. You shouldn’t have seen me like that until much later, our third meeting at least.”

She smiled at her own joke and you could help but mirror it.

“I’m Vivian, by the way. It really is lovely to meet you.” Her smile was so genuine it was hard to not have an immediate fondness for her.

“It’s good to meet you too. Can I ask, are you alright?” You asked as you stared at the wound on her neck, the blood that had been spilling down her before completely absent except for that small reminder of its presence.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, just a little embarrassed. Rook says I shouldn’t be but you’re the first new person who’s come since I arrived, I wanted to make a good first impression.”

“No, not that. You just seemed out of it in there, he didn’t hurt you did he?”

“What, Rook? No, of course not. He was taking good care of me, I promise. Has he talked to you about when you want him to drink from you yet? It really isn’t scary, I promise. He’s very gentle.”

“People keep saying that to me and yet I haven’t seen any proof. He’s been nothing but an ass to me.”

That threw her off balance. “He has?”

“I think he thinks I’m a bit obstinate,” you said, hoping that was all it was. The alternative was that he’d become suspicious of you and that was something you couldn’t abide by.

“That doesn’t make sense,” she insisted. “He doesn’t mind a bit of pushback. God knows Oliver can be a handful and I’ve never even seen him get upset.”

“Well, he’s been plenty upset at me.”

“I’m sure you two just got off on the wrong foot,” she insisted. “He’s a little rough around the edges sometimes but hey, who here isn’t, right?”

You couldn’t help but bristle at the comment.

She picked up on your reaction immediately. “No, I didn’t mean… It’s just, we’re all running from something, right?”

You nodded. You needed to stop being so aggressive, you were standing out far too much. “Yeah, of course, you’re right.”

“It’s alright,” she said, resting a reassuring hand on your arm. “It took me ages to get used to this place too. Try not to worry too much, it’ll feel like home before you know it.”

You doubted that.

Vivian wandered off, saying something about taking a nap and you retreated to your room.

You were a mess. It felt like every time you tried to do anything here it ended up being a disaster that got you one step closer to being caught. You collapsed backwards on your bed, set on hiding in your room until morning.

The universe seemed to have other plans.

A knock sounded at your door and you called out, “Who is it?”

“It’s Oliver, I’m coming in.”

He opened the door, not even waiting for you to call him in and he stared down at you, collapsed on top of your blankets.

“Good your still dressed,” he said, extending a hand to help yank you to your feet. “You’re having dinner with Rook at sunset.”

Your blood ran cold at the thought of being alone with him and of what ‘dinner’ could entail for a vampire.

“No.”

“Yes,” he insisted.

“I don’t want to,” you snapped back.

“Too bad. He said, and this is a direct quote, ‘they wanted to speak to me so fucking badly earlier, let’s give them an opportunity.’”

Oliver’s persistence in inviting you made sense, it didn’t sound like an offer one was allowed to refuse.

“Go hang out with Viv in the meantime or something, it’s awfully lonely in here,” he said, not waiting for a response before setting out on the move again. It was almost like he was allergic to standing still.

You followed his advice, figuring you wouldn’t be able to relax knowing what was coming anyways.

Vivian wasn’t hard to find, although you wouldn’t exactly say you found her. One second you were wandering down empty hallways and the next second she was behind you, tapping your shoulder to get your attention.

“Hello,” she said, her persistent warmth immediately setting you at ease, even if her sudden appearance had frightened you.

Vivian was an easy person to get along with. You spent the next few hours milling about with her, not talking about much of importance but passing the time much easier.

She seemed determined to make you feel welcome. It was nice, feeling like you have a friend here, even if she could never be an ally.

Oliver and Rook were entirely absent as you and Vivian wandered about. You made sure not to open any firmly shut doors this time.

After a few hours, the moment you dreaded arrived. Vivian poked her head out the velvet curtains that were covering the nearest window and grinned at you.

“Alright, Oliver said to send you down right about now. It’s right down that hallway.

Your heart skipped a beat as you stared down the dark hallway. Vivian didn’t seem to quite understand the magnitude of your anxiety, excitedly shooing you down towards the door.

You entered a room that looked almost exactly like what you’d expect from a dining room in a house this big. The table was massive, spanning the humungous room.

Something you hadn’t expected to see was the number of chairs.

The table was completely devoid of them except for one Rook was sitting at right at the head of the table and another right next to him.

You sat beside him, having no other choice in the matter.

“This massive house and you can’t afford more chairs?”

“They were removed. It’s hard to talk all the way across the room.”

You resented the fact that he refused to even give you the option.

The chairs that remained looked heavy and you couldn’t help but imagine Oliver and Rook desperately trying to push them out of the room in order to trap you next to him. Despite the less than optimal outcome, you had to fight back a smile at the mental image.

“Did you sleep alright?” he asked, cutting through your daydreams of him.

“Fine,” you responded bluntly.

“Are you sure? Your bed was still made.”

You were suddenly very glad your knife and notebook were stashed in your pocket. “Why were you in my room? How did you even get in, I left the window wide open.”

“Ah, yes.” He looked embarrassed and you got the sense that he’d be blushing if he had the blood for it instead of being pale and cold. “Well, we don’t exactly have staff here, they’re too scared of me to come. Everyone mostly takes care of their own tidying but I look after the rooms of newcomers. And I just covered up until I could get the drapes closed, it’s not the easiest way to move but I only have to travel the length of a room.”

Your accusation suddenly felt cruel. There was something so earnest about his words, something sheepish at the fact that he was picking up after you. “Oh. Okay. Well, the bed was just so lovely and made so well, it felt rude to mess it up.”

He smiled. “Well, I’m glad you appreciate my bed-making skills but I promise I don’t mind if you sleep under the covers. That is what they’re made for.”

The conversation put you more at ease, feeling less like you’d been brought here to be interrogated and more like this was a ploy from Rook to make you like him. It almost felt worse this way, the way he seemed to be trying to hide his eagerness to make you feel welcomed.

You looked down at the plate of food in front of you, finally convinced it was probably safe to eat, and noticed that it was the only one on the table. The spot in front of Rook was entirely empty.

“You’re not going to eat?” you asked as you took a bite of the food. It made you a little angry how good it was and for some undiscernible reason, you hoped Oliver had made it. Like that would make it alright that you’d enjoyed it.

He shook his head. “Can’t. Solid food are beyond me I’m afraid.”

“Why would you invite me to dinner then,” you asked, baffled by the decision.

“It seemed like a good time to talk. Besides, it’s a good way to make sure you eat. Viv is very concerned about you, says you’re not handling all this very well.”

She might’ve been right to be. With everything going on, eating had been the last thing on your mind. “I’m just nervous,” you justified weakly.

“So you keep saying.”

He watched you eat, studying you as you made your way through the dish. Finally, you grew tired of his observation and set down the fork.

“I can’t help but wonder, am I playing right?”

“Playing? This isn’t a game.”

“Yes, it is.” you insisted. “All of this has been, despite the fact that you declined to inform me of it. I think you like when it's a game. So am I playing correctly or have I already lost?”

“You barely know me and yet you pretend to know so much.”

“Am I wrong?”

“About this? No. Might be a first since you entered this place but you are not wrong.”

You scoffed. “What do you want from me?”

“You came here. You act as if I forced you into my home.”

“And you let me in. But you’re not making me give you anything so what do you want, why am I here? Why should I want to win?”

“I want you to trust me. That’s where this has to start.”

“And where does it end?”

“That depends on you. If you keep behaving like this it might end with you never trusting me.”

You worried when that end might be. “So I am losing. Good to know, And of course I don’t trust you, I don’t know anything about you.”

“Alright then,” he said as he leaned back in his chair, the corner of his mouth quirking up before he could manage to suppress his smile. “Go on.”

“With what?”

“Getting to know me.”

This was your opportunity, he’d just all but given you permission to ask all the questions you wanted. Not wanting to let the chance pass you by, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “So you drink blood.”

He smiled, baring his fangs at you as he did. “See, you know some things about me.”

“Are you going to drink from me?” you pressed on, refusing to let him steer you off track.

“If you want me to.”

“And if I don’t? Isn’t that what you brought us here for?”

He scoffed. “I’m building a community here, not a buffet.”

You just continued on with your questions. “Do you kill people?”

“Not unless it’s self-defense, same as most people I’d assume.” He chuckled as he answered but you didn’t find it funny.

“Let me rephrase then. Have you killed people?”

“Noone who didn’t try and kill me first.” That answer he didn’t chuckle through.

He looked you right in the eyes as he stated it. It felt like a promise. You just weren’t certain if it was a promise not to hurt you or a promise of what would happen if you tried to hurt him.

“I don’t know if I believe you,” you said. You didn’t have to do much acting to appear nervous around him but you hoped it might help. Maybe if he knew you were afraid of him he’d give you space.

“You should. Vampires can’t lie.”

You perked up at that. “Is that true?” you asked incredulously.

He just raised his eyebrows and gave you a shit-eating grin.

You had half a mind to throw something at him.

He didn’t apologize for his stupid little joke, which was well enough because you wouldn’t have forgiven him. Instead, his eyes darted down to your half-finished dinner.

“You going to finish that?”

You crossed your arms. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

“Don’t be like that, we were having fun! You were playing the game. Well, if you’re really done, come on,” he said, offering you his hand. “I’ll show you the gardens. You’ll like them. Everyone does.”

There were few decisions you could’ve made that felt as deeply ill-advised as going on a walk with him, alone, as the sun had already set.

You told yourself it was because there wasn’t an easy way out but honestly, you weren’t so sure, and you took his hand.

He led you outside, the grip on your hand less firm than it had been last time.

“Where are the flowers,” you asked when confronted with walls of bushes as the two of you stepped outside.

“There aren’t flowers. It’s a hedge maze.”

You snorted out a laugh. “Why do you have a hedge maze?”

“Every self-respecting mansion has a hedge maze.”

“That’s absurd,” you insisted.

“Well, maybe I’m absurd. Either way, absurd or not, everyone loves the hedge maze. Want to give it a try.”

The idea of being lost and alone, or worse, lost and with Rook, wasn’t exactly appealing to you. “Not really.”

“Suit yourself.”

“I have more questions for you,” you said, figuring you should at least take advantage of this alone time that you’d foolishly agreed to. “I mean, if you don’t mind.”

“Go ahead. I hope they’re more fun than your last ones.”

“Can you actually turn into a bat?”

“Yes, I can.”

“Can I see?”

“No. Maybe someday but that’s something I only do with people I trust and as someone very cross with me once said, I can’t trust you, I don’t know anything about you.”

“Okay. Another question then. What’s with all the black and white?”

“Don’t you like it? It feels fitting to me. The light and the dark, the wars that are waged, reflected on everything here.”

Your nose scrunched up as he talked, waxing poetic about two colors that you couldn’t quite bring yourself to care about.

As he went on, you began to put some of the pieces together as he spoke. “Your name is Rook too. That wasn’t your given name I assume.”

“My favorite chess piece. Honest, direct, noble.”

“Okay,” you said, cutting him off before he could start rambling again. “Be that as it may, you shouldn’t impose your weird chess thing on us. Some of us like colors.”

“My weird chess thing?” His voice cracked as he questioned you, snorting out a laugh at your comment. “You are so rude, where were you raised?”

You clutched your chest in mock pain. “Sorry, not all of us were raised in a mansion Rook.”

“I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t realize most people went around insulting one another so freely.”

“I think you’d be surprised. If you went out in the world wearing some of those outfits you gave me I think you’d hear some choice words thrown your way.”

The thought inspired yet another question from you. “When you talked about needing a special outfit to close the window, is it like, a big sun hat? A black and white one of course.”

“More like a sheet ghost.”

You giggled and he laughed along with you, looking down at you fondly and with some undeniable smugness present on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, quickly snuffing out your laughter.

“You’re not afraid. It’s the first time since you got here that you weren’t terrified of me.”

You hadn’t even noticed that the bubbling fear that lived in your chest had faded out as the two of you had spoken, “How could you possibly tell?”

“I can smell it. All those chemicals in your blood.”

“Stop smelling my blood,” you practically shouted, smacking at him.

He let out an almost boyish laugh as he dodged your attack. “I can’t help it, that’s like asking you to stop smelling the flowers.”

“There are no flowers,” you pointed out.

“Well, in theory. I can’t just turn it off. Trust me, if I could I would.”

After a moment of thought he added, “You know what this means, don’t you?”

“Not a clue.”

“It means I won. This battle, at least.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

A tempest of competing emotions fought in your chest. You were a fool, you were giving in to him. The hunters didn’t want you here for this exact reason, he must be hypnotizing you or something.

That felt more believable than you having a pleasant conversation with him.

With his victims? Maybe. They were people with souls, albeit misguided people. But not with him.

You felt like you were losing control. Of all the things you’d imagined when you got here, this was the furthest thing from your mind and yet you couldn’t deny it, especially after he’d as much as said it.

You’d stopped being afraid of him, for however brief a moment.

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