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Drew ikemen in 4 days _(꒪ཀ꒪」∠)_

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Right in the kokoro. I need more red wine fanfics

Dead Moon (Red Wine + Vampire!MA flashfic)

i like how this kind of turns things on its head. this was real fun to write, anon! thanks for the good ask and i hope you enjoy the results. tw: violence, but no blood ♡

“I know what you are,” Red Wine growls, pinning you against the wall, both wrists caught in one of his hands. “Did you think you could fool me?”

You knew from the moment you summoned him that he knew; that something was off about you. That you smelled wrong, but were far too kind and small to be a threat, probably sickly thin and pale in his crimson eyes. That you were too eccentric, causing the other food souls to gossip. How you preferred to sleep in and travel at night. How they’d never seen you take more than a bite of food to test how it tasted. That you were unnaturally strong, and that your injuries quickly recovered.

Still, what you noticed was how he told no one, preferring to watch you with a critical eye instead, as you continue to run the restaurant, do your deliveries, scout the catacombs. You went about your days with a genuine smile and with grace, knowing that every day made him burn more knowing what you were, your deception, just waiting to pass judgment.

Apparently, today was that day.

“Red.”

It’s the first time he’s heard your voice drop its sweet lilt for something more stern, warning. You rarely raise your voice above a conversational tone, knowing its commanding effects when used at full force.

He snorts, holding your wrists tighter, as he sneers down at you and you’re reminded of the few people in your past you told who didn’t flee in terror, the looks of disgust they gave you that made you eventually change to become the person you are now.

Well, perhaps person isn’t the right word.

“What do you want me to say? That ‘it takes one to know one, doesn’t it’, Red?” Your eyes glitter red in the dim light as you look up, canines sharp and growing sharper by the moment. “Or that— oh, wait, you’re just a pale imitation. Not even a real vampire.”

“Would that make you feel better?”

He says nothing, still hovering over you as you stare up at him. His hair has come undone, some of the inky strands hanging in his face, but you can still see the angry desperation written all over his face as he sniffs you again, eyes dilating and nostrils flaring as he inhales your scent deeply.

“How?” He yells, slamming you back into the wall, enraged as your teeth rattle in your skull but you still don’t resist.  “How are you doing this? How have you survived without blood? Without falling?”

One hand grips you by the throat and the other stays around your wrists, his long fingers and their sharp nails digging into your flesh. Your feet dangle, just barely skimming the carpet as he holds you up. 

“Tell me!”

Letting go of your wrists he paws at you, ripping your blouse at the neck, and yanking your sleeves up, clearly searching for something on you to prove his point but finds nothing. There’s no charm or amulet around your neck or wrist, no mark or tattoo to explain what you are and what you’ve become.

Nothing.

“TELL ME OR I’LL KILL YOU!”

You can feel the darkness welling inside him, a blight he’s held down so long it’s had time to take root and fester in the shadows he prefers, as he slams his fist against the wall next to your head. His voice is hoarse, a near sob as he lets go of your throat and hangs his head, hair falling completely into his face and he shakes. Gone is the haughty man you saw when you first met him, replace with something far more broken, far more— well, human might actually be the word—even though neither of you are.

“Master… please…”

His heart, his heart is still good.

“I was able to stop feeding from humans long ago, Red,” you sigh, voice raspy in your throat. Petting his hair as he buries his face in your shoulder, you hum comfortingly, gently holding him.

“We should probably have a talk about that, when you’re up to it. There’s a lot I’d like to know about you, and I’m sure you have questions of your own but the sun’s about to rise and you’re probably tired.”

“Help me,” he whispers, so faint you only barely hear him clutching to your clothes as you begin to pull away.

Nodding your head, you rest your chin on the top of his head and wrap your arms around him protectively instead.

I’m a dead one, you’re a true believer

You a live one, I can feel your fever

Staring at the moon, staring at the moon, both stop

Staring at the moon

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How battling in FF is like

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Boi am I waiting for him desperately in Western server. 

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despite being each other’s rivals, the two secretly cares for each other 

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although he can be hot-tempered and loud, steak retreats to his quiet and peaceful place occasionally. Rest well, steak <3

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"You should feel honored. After all, you've met me."

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