#Don't You Ever Tame Your Demons But Always Keep Them on a Leash (Vampire AU)

[tardis-sapphics]

‘What’s your regret tonight, miss?’ the woman whispers. Her mouth stays open, just a little, like she is about to inhale, but there is no release in her chest, no breath spiralling out ghostly in the heathen night. ‘How far have you fallen?’

Flirting with the fallen will never end well.

Vampire!Thirteen AU.

(Work title taken from 'Arsonist's Lullabye' by Hozier.)

realised i haven’t yet put my vampire fanfiction up on here, nor given it a masterpost - so, here, i invite you to delve into the darker world of vampire!thirteen, and watch yaz struggle not to be extremely attracted by her.

this entire fic was inspired by a gorgeous gifset the lovely @sapphichymns made (check it out and give it love here)!

1. could barely tear my eyes away

suggested music accompaniment: arsonist’s lullabye

2. you know better, babe (than to smile at me like that)

suggested music accompaniment: it will come back

3. you left me burning with the embers

suggested music accompaniment: come back for me - ep version

as usual, i have made a playlist on spotify on which the above songs have been included.

if you’re enjoying this fic, let me know! i’ll also be posting about it and updating this masterpost, so you can catch up whenever you want!

enjoy!

[thegreatvampirekiller]

"Can't sleep?" ~Lydia

“…I don’t really sleep at all anymore, it feels like.”  And yet he was constantly tired… just not tired enough to sleep.  That was something that had always confused Peter about vampires, even during his film career.  When they retired to their coffins to apparently hibernate for years upon years, did they do it because they needed the rest?  Because they felt safe enough to hunker down in their castle fortresses for years?  Because they were bored or satisfied with the day’s conquest?  Why would they even have to consider it, being the physically superior beings to humans in almost every way thanks to their occult spirits?  No doubt all of these had answers that he was overlooking, what with his head feeling as though it had been stuffed with cotton and his eyes rubbed over with petrol jelly…

“But you don’t need to lose sleep over me, my dear.  You should keep your husband company.”

[ao3feed-doctorwho]

don't you ever tame your demons (but always keep them on a leash)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2I6hWWy

by paintedviolet

‘What’s your regret tonight, miss?’ the woman whispers. Her mouth stays open, just a little, like she is about to inhale, but there is no release in her chest, no breath spiralling out ghostly in the heathen night. ‘How far have you fallen?’

  Flirting with the fallen will never end well.

Vampire!Thirteen AU.

(Work title taken from 'Arsonist's Lullabye' by Hozier.)

Words: 1684, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Yasmin Khan, The Doctor (Doctor Who), Thirteenth Doctor

Relationships: The Doctor/Yasmin Khan, Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan

Additional Tags: more characters and tags to be added as i figure this out, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampire!Thirteen, Accidentally Attracted Yasmin Khan, UST, talk of sin, dramatic ways to befriend a lonely young woman, Dark!Thirteen, Dark

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2I6hWWy

[thegreatvampirekiller]

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” (Even vampires need sleep and I need more of that AU)

“Just barely,my dear,” Peter admitted, scrubbing a hand over his face as he surveyed whatremained of the apartment.  Alex had doneher due diligence in making it tenable for a pair of vampires, and the filmposters and weapons still hung in their places on the walls… but without thecrosses and silver, it felt so bare.  Sowrong somehow.  “I’m… adjusting still,you could say.”  Being unemployed hadnothing on being undead, he’d discovered to his dismay.  His teeth and jaws ached regularly, the actof scavenging for small animals’ blood still felt abhorrent (though much lessabhorrent than the idea of feeding on humans was), he missed the sunlight withevery cell in his body, he would feel himself panic upon realizing he wasn’tbreathing and didn’t need to… it was a nightmare.  Of course, however, he’d done everything inhis power to lessen any pain Dahlia might be going through.  If Peter was going to be responsible for hercurrent state, he was at least going to be responsible for her comfort as well;in his mind, it was the least any sire could do.

[thegreatvampirekiller]

Somebody somewhere is screamin’ out the words But do they ever really ease the pain I guess what I’m trying to say Is whose life is it anyway because livin’ Living is the best revenge You can play This fall from grace I see your face It’s over

Hey, look, it’s the combination beautifully toxic trainwreck of Peter Vincent and his vampire sire, Regine Dandridge.  This is so lovely, oh my gosh--thank you so much!  It’s beautiful as always! <3

[thegreatvampirekiller]

As she watched him put the finishing touches on his "costume" Neena walked up behind Peter, her eyes hovering just behind his shoulder in the mirror before she stretched up and kissed just behind his right ear, letting the touch linger. "Knock 'em dead, Tiger." She whispered in his ear. - dxntcallmepatches

Peter had been told by Dahlia that vampires were capable of purring, and there was certainly a sound akin to that rumbling in his throat as he leaned into Neena’s touch.  There were several strokes of luck that had led him to this moment.  First of all, that cameras, not being plated with silver at any point, still reflected him so that he could still appear in them.  Second of all, that he wasn’t homeless on the street since Mel was still willing to let him continue Fright Night.  And third of all, that Neena was still here.  Sneaking his hand to the side of her face and turning around, he took a long moment to kiss her in earnest.  God, he was lucky…

“Hopefully I won’t literally have to,” he whispered with a wink as he drew away.  Of course, it was an empty threat–he still had to keep up appearances as human.  The mirror was still there as a formality, and his fangs had been filed down just in case.