#as in au where hunter is a vamp and not a hunter of vamps

[dickarchivist]

Let Me Hear You Scream

For @anxiouspineapple99's Monster Clone Halloween Party 2023!!

Vampire!Hunter x fem/reader

Contents and Warnings: Minors DNI 🔞, desperation, unprotected PiV sex, back alley sex, maybe voyeurism(?), biting, overstim, mentions of blood, rough sex, clothes ripping, consent being the sexiest thing of all

Author's Notes: Hunter Wives (gn) I hope this gets you were you're going~

The Song inspiration for this fic is called [Scream by SAINT PHNX]. Click it for a good time 👀

The music in the club is incredibly loud, but it feels like everything else is drown out by silence when you catch his eyes on you from across the floor. Half his body is covered in dark tattoos, they're hard to make out in the pulsing lights, but you swear they're bones. But the skeletal markings aren't what caught your attention, it's his eyes. A glowing red, peering directly into your very being, glowing in the multicolored pulses of the room. He's sitting back in one of the lounge seats with his shirt half undone and his arms sprawled over the headrest, as if inviting you in... for a second, you think that's exactly what he's doing.

When you blink, he's gone, and the music returns at full blast. You feel a little dizzy, and decide to go outback to get some fresh air, try to get your head on straight before rejoining your friends on the dance floor. A few offer to join you, but you wave them off, telling them you'll be right back.

He's in the back alley when you get outside, as if he were waiting for you. You chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest and shifting your weight to one side, "You following me pretty boy?"

"Yes, actually," he smirks back at you, and you catch a glimpse of fangs hiding under his lips. He shifts his weight to mimic your stance, and nods his head toward you, "Your scent is more intoxicating than any of the alcohol they're serving," He's on you in a second, moving so fast you couldn't understand it.

His smile presses into your neck as he takes a deep breath, "Kriff your blood smells so sweet," you feel his tongue on your skin, and your knees knock together with a soft moan. His hands are on your hips, holding you in place, but you can pull away, you know you can. He takes another breath of your scent, "Would you mind inviting me in?"

You lean back in his grip, enough to see his face properly. His eyes are a vibrant red, and they're trained on your pulse. The dark tattoos across his face make him look near demonic, and maybe he is, the way he looks at you. You're a meal to him. Your heart is beating, legs weakening, and his grip holds you up, you could run but there's nowhere to go... nowhere you'd want to go either. "What are you going to do?"

His knee presses between your legs and you moan again, hands on his chest for support. You look into his eyes again, and he flashed his fangs, "Only what you let me do, can't act without your say so," he moves his leg against you, pulling another soft gasp from your lips, "Wouldn't mind hearing you scream for me."

You're not sure if it's the alcohol in your system already, or the danger of the situation, but you find yourself grinding your hips against him. "What's your name?" Your voice is breathy, starting to feel damp between your legs.

"Call me Hunter," his mouth is on your neck again, kissing softly, dragging his tongue over your pulse again.

"Are you going to kill me?"

There's humor in his voice, feeling fangs drag across your soft skin sends shivers through you, and you clench your thighs around the leg between them, "You're safe from me, Mesh'la."

You believe him, against all odds, you know he's not going to kill you. You nod lull your head to the side a little, already dazed from the spreading warmth between your legs, but still he waits for your words. Hunter buries his face into the crook of your neck, ghosting over your pulse again, whispering, "Invite me in."

"Make me scream, Hunter..."

One of his hands pushes up the skirt of your little dress and palms you, feeling your wet folds through the cloth of your panties. With a sharp tug the fabric snaps and you let out an excited gasp. Hunter kisses your neck and his fingers rub your clit. You can feel his length hardening against your thigh, you're about to reach for it when his fangs sink into your neck.

You thought it would hurt, but the sheer euphoria that washes over you makes you moan loudly as your body trembles, "S-stars, kriff, oh... H-Hunter!"

You feel his fangs leave your skin, followed by suckling from him. His deft fingers slip into your walls without resistance, and you grind against him as his digits curl and rub sweet circles against the most sensitive spots inside you. "Harder... kriff, Hunter..."

His mouth leaves your neck for a moment and you feel a warm trickle down your chest. "Tell me to fuck you."

Hunter's fingers leave your walls and you whine in protest, pulling his face to yours and kissing him hard. You taste your blood on his tongue, and run your own over his fangs before pulling away, "Fuck me, use me, give it to me, Pretty boy," you drag your blunt teeth over his bottom lip with a tug, "Make me scream for you."

In a blink Hunter has you against the wall of the club, your legs around his waist as he holds you up. He tears the front of your dress and tugs your breastband down, licking the blood from your chest as he goes back to suckling at the wound he'd made. You're about to speak again when you feel the head of his length gliding through your folds and bump your clit. More gasps, but no Scream yet. As he pushed into your walls, stretching you open for him, you tremble and wrap your arms around his shoulders, breathing the single word, "Harder."

He bucks into you, harder, faster than you'd thought, a surprised, "Ah!" Falling from your lips followed quickly by a desperate, "Yes!"

His length fills you completely, making your eyes cross in pleasure as he pounds into you with each hard thrust of his hips. Your arousal is dripping down your thighs as he bites a fresh wound into the other side of your neck, sucking blood from you as it flows. The euphoric feeling washes over you again, and you cum hard on his length as he draws a scream of pure ecstasy comes from you.

You're limp in Hunter's arms for a second as he feeds, dizzy from everything, the blood, the intense orgasm, but Hunter isn't done with you yet. You gave him permission, you invited him in.

Hunter's mouth pulls off of your neck, licking at the wounds on each side, staying deep in your walls with slow thrusts as you come down from the first high. He grins at you, blood on his teeth, "Kriff you taste better than I thought," his hips snap up into you and you give a sharp cry, "You feel better too, mmm. Still with me, Mesh'la?"

You clench around his length, closing your eyes and shivering, "still here..."

"Good girl." Hunter presses his fingers to your clit as he continues his brutal pace, hard sharp thrusts into you. With the added stimulation to your clit, and your walls already over sensitive, the feeling of Hunter's stiff length thrusting in and out of you so quickly has you near drooling with pleasure.

You Scream for him again, louder than the first time, as you feel a second climax rip through your body. He spends himself in your walls with a primal grunt, and you feel both his spend and yours down your legs. Hunter kisses your neck where he bit you, licking off any remaining blood from your chest, before he pulls out of you with a satisfied sound.

Your legs feel boneless, you nearly fall but he holds you steady, "Still with me?"

"Mmm..." you look up at him, eyes hazy, but completely unafraid, "still here..."

"Can I take you home?"

"You can take me anywhere..."

When you wake up the next day you're completely naked in your bed. You think for a second you'd had the most amazing dream, until you see your torn dress on the floor, and a note on the bed beside you.

"I know your scent, I'll come find you again, Pretty Girl."

You chuckle, throat sore from the screams, and you lick your lips before raking your teeth over your bottom lip, "You better, Pretty Boy."

[futurefind]

//Suddenly remembered the idea of giving Sa's sleeveless turtleneck clasps 3/4th to one side so that the high collar + neck can fold down/away

"For vampire reasons?" yes :)

[hisunshiine]

—immortal lust |myg|

🧛🏻 pairing: vampire!yoongi x vampire hunter!reader  🧛🏻 au/genre: vampire au, e2l, angst, smut  🧛🏻 rating: M  🧛🏻 wc: 8,783 🧛🏻 warnings: mentions of parent death (off-screen). creepy themes associated with graveyards, vampires, and vampire hunting. explicit smut: fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, implied bdsm, implied orgy, biting, blood drinking (vamps, duh!), use of blood for lubrication (again, vamps!) 🧛🏻 an: thank you to my beta readers @downbad4yoongi and @lo1k-diamonds and @mrsparkjimin18. I know this ws rough at first, but I think it became a very enjoyable piece of literature in the end. @colormepurplex2, thank you for the prompt to write, and congrats on earning the most points for the network in the semi-annual tally! You earned it! 🧛🏻 summary: In the shadows of a world where the supernatural breathes just beneath the surface of the mundane, you are a skilled vampire slayer from a revered family harboring a secret desire that contradicts your very existence. 

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This story is written for @colormepurplex2 as her gift for being the top leading point earner for our network, @bangtanwritershq and for our Quarter 2 event: Seven Deadly Sins

ᥫ᭡ AU Type: Lust — Vampire AU ᥫ᭡ Themes: Enemies 2 Lovers & Forbidden Desires ᥫ᭡ Inclusions: Bargains & Contracts, Confessions and Secrets, Explicit Sexual Content, Blood & Violence 

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24 Years Ago

“Why are you crying, Uncle Sol?” Eight-year-old you stands in the darkened doorway of the study, bleary eyes struggling to take in the scene in front of you.

Soleil Belmont sits in the overly stuffed, brown leather armchair in front of the fireplace. Your uncle by choice, thanks to the life-long friendship between him and your mother, Valkyrie Blake, is how he came to be in your life. The hands that cover his damp eyes wipe furiously at his cheeks, as if to hide the evidence of his tears from your sight. You didn’t even notice how he looked—the mud caked on his boots, the tattered look of his shirt under his leather jacket, the small cut by his hairline or the bruises starting to appear along his face. 

“Come here, sweetie,” he asks, voice breaking as you walk in your thin nightgown across the wood floors, feet making quiet sounds with every step you take closer to him. Once within his reach, he places a clammy hand on your shoulder.  

“There’s been an accident.”

The funeral itself was one of the worst days of your life, watching the twin caskets of your parents lower into the rectangular cutouts in the  earth. The gleaming black lacquered wood was polished to perfection, only to be marred by the small handful of dirt you’d thrown before begging to be taken away from the graveyard, away from the scent of death and decay. 

That day is when you decide you never want to experience death. You never want to be so badly injured in a car accident that your family has to have a closed casket. That you’d never see your child grow up, and leave her abandoned in this world. You hate that death is the inevitable end to life, and that fear leads you down the path you’re on now.

You - Present Day

The dream begins much like all of the other ones you’ve had as of late. You’re in an old cemetery—gothic gravestones coated in thick moss with flora obscuring the names and dates of the not-so-recently deceased. Large tombs with crumbling marble and ivy-covered wrought-iron fences, the overgrown oaks with Spanish moss reaching eerily towards your figure in the shadows from the waxing crescent moon. The dirt beneath your feet feels malleable as you step quietly past the final resting places of all of the former slayers. You’ve traversed these grounds before, more than several times in your adult life, as you’ve learned about your family, the work that they did—that you are supposed to continue—and can name all of the family lines that take their final rest here. 

An eerie fog begins to rise from the ground, permeating the air until it covers your boots and ankles, weaving its way along the marble and stone placards, hiding the Lord’s Prayer epitaphs and angelic motifs from sight. A shiver raises the hair along your arms and the back of your neck and you sense him. He’s here, watching you with his luminous eyes and heightened, immortal beauty. You know he can hear the way your heart thrums in your chest, can smell the prickles of adrenaline that drip from the sweat at your hairline, and possibly the arousal as it seeps through your panties.

You attempt to refocus your thoughts away from the nervous energy, standing still.  You wonder if he believes that you are doing this so as to not trip or step on dead wood littering the ground to make too much sound. You know it wouldn’t matter. Quiet as a mouse or trampling like an elephant would make no difference to this being. He is well over three centuries old, exact years he has been alive though are not documented anywhere. No one has lived after a close encounter with him to document his life pre-turning, according to the various journals and tomes housed in the slayer library. 

All you know for certain is that the earliest records of the vampire known only as ‘Yoongi’ appear in the late 17th century, identify his maker as ‘Namjoon’, and his three known fledglings as ‘Heizi’, ‘Taehyung’, and ‘Hoseok’. Only one of his creations is dead—the one who killed your parents. A loud crack of lightning whips your head to the left, the flash revealing the amber backlit eyes embedded in the dark silhouette of the famed vampire crouched on the edge of the cremation tomb several yards away. Your amygdala reacts, heart rate spiking as he moves faster than you can capture—one second he’s atop the Van Helsing columbarium, the next he’s standing in front of you, strong hands clamped to your arms holding you tight, keeping you from moving. Your small but deadly sharp stake is rendered useless by your side.

There’s no time to scream, no time to do anything but hear the rush of blood through your veins as his mouth grows from a smirk to a downright smile, fangs glowing from the reflection of moonlight.

“You made it too easy, kitten,” he purrs, bringing his face closer to yours before dipping his face into your neck. He takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent as he scrapes the tips of his pointed teeth across the sensitive skin of your neck. “And to think you were able to kill Heize. I must do better at training my progeny. Oh well, another slayer to add to the crypt. You didn’t even last two minutes.”

Squirming in his grip, you try to disengage his clenched fists from your arms as his mouth descends to your thrumming artery. You wake with a gasp, hands flying to your neck to check for puncture wounds. 

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Down in the gym at the bottom floor of your house—if you can call it that—you push your muscles to their extent, fists flying into the punching bag. You whip around, grabbing the thin bladed stake from the side pocket of your athletic leggings and plunge it into the second bag made for staking. 

With a deep breath, you step onto the bag to pull your weapon loose, watching small bits of fluff flutter to the mat beneath you. Wiping the sweat from your brow, you check the time on the clock, noting it’s near lunchtime. Sheathing your weapon, you head up the staircase to sunlight. 

On the ground floor, your eyes easily slide past the neoclassical designs along the hallway, high ceilings with blank walls, and columns lining the open floor plan with large arched floor-to-ceiling windows. The protein shake you prepared earlier sits on the top shelf in the fridge, and you grab it along with the jelly to make yourself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You’ve just finished when Soleil Belmont walks into the kitchen, a gentle squeeze to your shoulder as he bypasses you to the fridge.

“Can we talk?” he asks you, but you don’t want to argue with him, not when tonight could be the last time you ever talk to him. 

“Sol, I have to do this. You can’t change my mind about this. He sired the vampire that killed my mom and dad. He’s killed countless people for sport, leaving behind orphaned children like me.” You hope the finality in your tone will keep him from prying or asking more questions. 

It works.

“I love you. And I won’t try to change your mind. You’re much like your mother, stubborn to the very end.” Your mother’s best friend and your legal guardian until you turned 18 joins you at the table with a bowl of grapes, a look of acceptance in his eyes. “You know, if anything happens to you, I’m selling this house. It’s much too big for me and I’m getting older.”

Your eyes gaze across his features: the greying hair at the edges of his hairline, crow’s feet meeting the creases of his eyes, the weariness in the undereye circles and fine lines. He’s nearing 60, an age you don’t think you’ll live to see. An age your parents never got to be. At 32, you live on your family estate alone, with Soleil in the pool house you had renovated years ago as a Mother-in-Law suite once you turned 21 and gained your inheritance—and learned the truth about your parents’ death. 

Just as much as you probably could have lived without ever knowing the truth of your parents’ lives, and their demise, you didn’t need all the space he was trying to give you, but he wanted to allow you the chance to be an adult, have a social life and you assume a sex life without having to hear it. You appreciated it in the moments you brought men back from the bar or campus library, but other times, it was just…lonely. 

As a Belmont, Soleil knew about vampires. His family is well known across Europe for their work in Romania slaying creatures of the night, and Soleil’s great-grandparents moved here in the early 1800’s to spread their knowledge to others to continue hunting as the new world grew and vampires spread to the new continent. This is how your families came to be friends and fight alongside each other. Until Heize killed three of the four hunters tasked with taking her out, leaving you and Sol as the only survivors of the Belmont’s and the Blake’s. 

“I think you should. I only keep it because it has everything I need to train. I could practice in peace without worrying about people judging me for all of my weapons. Most people think it’s a little weird to have wooden stakes and crossbows when working out.”

Sol chuckles, making a joke about how between the gym being littered with staked bags and the UV lights that line the entire property at night, people would be confused when purchasing, but then the light leeches out of his eyes as he looks you over.

“Remember to keep your wits about you, okay? I never wanted kids because I knew that hunters' lives never end happily, and when I lost…we lost your parents and my fiancee, I wouldn’t have had a reason to keep living if it weren’t for you.”

You decide now is best to give him the ticket and the envelope.

“Sol, I think…I think it’s best for you to go away on a trip. I think I’ll be able to focus better knowing you are out of harm’s way if you leave.” You slide the ticket across the table towards him, the envelope underneath it. “It’s a one-way ticket to Paris and enough money to be comfortable for as long as you want.”

“You don’t think you’ll survive this, do you?” Sol asks, eyes searching yours for clues, but you remain steadfast.

“Don’t worry about me, Sol,” you say and he makes to interrupt you, but you don’t let him, dealing the killing blow. “I’m not your daughter, so you don’t have to stick around anymore. Go live your life. I want you to go and live your life.”

The hurt in Sol’s eyes is visible, but your plan works. His hand reaches out to grasp the ticket, leaving the envelope of money where it’s at. 

“I don’t need Blake money; the Belmont’s have enough of their own.” He takes a moment to pause, eyes locking back all emotions as he stands. “I’ll pack and leave town. Don’t be distracted.”

Soleil walks to the hallway, turning back just once. “Goodbye.”

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The past 11 years seem to be coming to a head. You’ve spent all of your time after graduating from college training for today. Ever since you learned the truth of how your parents and Sol’s fiancee died, you’ve been plotting for this moment. 

As a member of the famed Blake family, vampire hunting is in your blood. As a child, you obsessed over vampires because of the ability to avoid dying, and as an adult, that obsession helped you with your training. You knew more about vampires than one would expect having been brought into the fold so late, but you put your head down and studied more, learning all you could from previous journals and occult texts to gain insight into the vampires with ties to the one called Min Yoongi. 

Several years ago you went out to avenge your parents, trapping Heize in a classic bait-and-switch. You didn’t think it would be so easy since she was estimated to be around 200 years, but she fell for it simply because Soleil was the only one she didn’t kill, and in her blood haze, she underestimated you. A simple ‘accidental’ dropping of a message from Sol that said where to meet, coupled with thoughts that you and Sol made sure to keep in your head to continue the ruse allowed Heize to willingly walk into the decrepit mausoleum that was booby-trapped with the thinnest of steel wiring criss-crossing the doorway several yards inside with you and Sol on the other side. 

In her haste to grab Soleil, she blurred—her speed too fast to stop her from splicing herself into pieces and effectively decapitating herself was a pleasure to watch. Grabbing the blow torches stashed in the room, her body quickly lit up with flames licking the marble walls as you made your exit. 

It’s been over 5 years since then, and every second since has been spent planning for tonight. 

Min Yoongi - Present Day

Laying in the coffin in his home, Yoongi awaits dusk. His body is antsy for the moment the sun is below the horizon; even in his slumber, he knows that you are out there waiting. For him. He’s followed your movements since the death of his fledgling, Heize, watching to see how this novice of a hunter could have overpowered one of his chosen flock. Imagine his surprise when it turns out that it was you—the last remaining survivor of the Blake family who knew nothing of vampires true existence until you were an adult. 

But over time, he realized as novice as you were, you were skilled. Your lithe movements and ability to track his kind was a novel experience for him to observe. You took down creatures of the night in preparation for what you expressed to your guardian as training for taking out him. Yoongi laughs to himself. 

He admits you’re smart, the plan you laid out is a good one, but you forgot to block your mind from thoughts of the plan several times, which allowed Yoongi to plan his counterattack. In the light of the midday sun, even from outside of his home, he sensed you as you approached and left a note. He could hear your heartbeat, hear the rustle of the paper as you placed it through the mail slot of the front door.

His eyes shot open the moment the sun fell below the horizon. Yoongi hated that he was not yet able to avoid the forced slumber that overtook his kind when the sun rose, nor that he was not averse yet to the fatigue that set in beforehand, warning him of the lack of time remaining to the night. Elder vampires, of which he’s only met two who had lived over a thousand years, were almost immortal. The ability to walk in the sun and thus are not affected by the need to sleep when it rises. Yoongi envies them, but he plans to join them one day. 

He flits to the main hallway, hand reaching for the note and taking in your handwriting in seconds. 

I know what you are. I want to be one of you. Please meet me tonight and turn me, or I will tell everyone vampires exist. 

An address is scrawled at the bottom of the note, but he doesn’t need it. He can follow the heady scent of you to wherever you are. Even in sleep, he sensed when you drew near and his subconscious couldn’t help reading the thoughts that lay in your mind. You truly thought this ruse would work? Hell, it would’ve worked on Heize, or his other fledglings, had they not known who you were. There is fear to be had with mortals knowing of their existence; vulnerability lay in the moments that the sun is out, and a house fire could destroy a whole flock in minutes if their kind is not careful. Yoongi cursed their inability to wake while the sun was out, and now that he knows you know where he resides, he must find a new place to live out his days. 

A glance at the old grandfather clock in the hallway shows him that the sun is now well and truly gone, allowing him to slip through the entrance of the home and out onto the sidewalk. He takes a deep breath, searching for your scent through the others that encompass the air around him; the grass along the road, the burnt rubber of tires in traffic, the lingering warmth of the sun before its descent, and then the faint smell of jasmine flowers after a fresh rainfall. You. 

Blurring into motion, Yoongi travels several miles towards the city, slowing once other scents begin to emerge. Thin crust pizzas covered in meat and cheese, overflowing trash and body odor, and a desperation that covers the city’s nightlife with a humming buzz. The fading jasmine keeps him moving, though now at a human pace as he approaches what appears to be a dance studio. The sign above the door confirms as much, and he’s not surprised that the glass door is unlocked despite the red and white closed sign hanging at eye-level for passersby. 

The floral scent grows tenfold, as if Yoongi has stepped into what he assumes your bedroom would smell like. There is a strange undercurrent that he isn’t used to associating with you, but he assumes it’s just lingering from the studio. As he walks past the lobby area, the shadows of the fake potted plants and the empty chairs intrigue him. Why you chose this place is beyond his comprehension, as a dance studio such as this one, owned by the Blake family—your family—for years, is in the middle of the city and one of the few places not related to the hidden career path of hunting. Unless you count using dance as a way to build agility for fighting those who cannot die, well at least not die easily. 

Yoongi’s cockiness as he meanders closer to the hallway towards the various dance rooms leaves him caught off guard when the sound of whirring behind him causes him to move unnaturally before going eerily still. The slightest misstep is only noticed by Yoongi, whose barely beating heart seems to pick up minutely—not that anyone living or dead would be able to tell. He chuckles at your meager attempt to lock him in; a motorized grate lowering across the lobby door and windows. 

His strength could easily rip the grate off of its frame, but this little game you’re playing is just too good to walk away from without seeing what you’ve planned with his own eyes. It only pops into his thoughts once he’s walked through the back studio where your scent is the strongest, that the grate lowering was not part of the plans his Mind Gift overheard from you. 

So it’s only to his own surprise when the undercurrent rises to an overwhelming level and he realizes what his hubris blocked out. The mirrored room before him is splashed floor to ceiling with blood. 

You - Present Day

With the scent of your blood so overwhelming to the centuries-old vampire, you watch from the corner of the room as he drifts towards the mirrors and closer to where you need him to be. Your fingertips itch on the small switchboard you hold, ready for your plan to unfold. He looks almost dazed, eyes unfocused as his fangs poke his bottom lip. He looks so different, from the way the journals make him out to be, in person he’s much more attractive, and you have to really focus to make sure you don’t miss your mark. 

When Yoongi enters the area you’ve marked off with tape, you release your hold on the button that allows two things to happen simultaneously: a set of low UV flashbang grenades are set off, the mirrored walls reflecting the blinding light with a cacophony of sounds to drown out any thoughts he might try to detect, and a 4x4 cage made of the thinnest wire springs into place trapping him within its confines. 

You watch him through your military-grade glasses, the lenses preventing the bright lights from disorienting you as his brilliant eyes shut against the danger they sense. He is a few centuries old, and you know that despite the direct hit of the UV light, which only lasts for a split second, the slight damage dealt to his skin heals seconds later. 

But your aim wasn’t to kill him. He laughs, a loud bellyful that sounds almost joyous until you flip the second switch, which sets the alkali metal aflame. His laugh is silenced almost immediately, a growl rumbling lowly in his throat. 

“What game are you playing at, little mortal?” His voice carries an edge, and you shiver with delight. You’re sure that it’s never been this easy to capture a vampire that is several centuries old, but sometimes the best laid plans are the most simple. You step forward from the corner you were in, no longer hidden as the flames light the room and you pull off the tinted lenses.

“I’m not playing any games at all.”

He glares at you, the slits of his eyes glowing an intense amber shade—an enhancement to what you predict were originally beautiful brown eyes—and you bravely take a step closer. 

“Then what, praytell, would you call this,” his hand waves gingerly towards the room around him, “smoke and mirrors set up you have me in?”

“I…I want to experience being bitten.”

This time, the vampire does laugh fully, his head thrown back exposing his fangs and the long lines of his neck from his sharp jaw. His milky white collar bones are barely exposed in his black, button-down, long-sleeved shirt.

“No hunter,” he spits the word as if spitting a foul taste from his mouth, “would willingly subject themselves to a bite, to risk becoming that which they hunt.” 

“I would.” Your answer rings with sincerity, at least to your own ears, and you hope that the vampire can see the longing in your eyes.

“What reason would I have to give in to this request? The promise that you’ll let me out of here before daylight comes to burn me into ash? That you’ll let me out of this fire prison you’ve created? Do I look like a fool, mortal?”

“I think you’re desperate enough to make sure tonight is not your last night on Earth, and you should know that you hold all of the cards.” You take a deep breath before sharing your deepest secret with the immortal being before you, your voice rushing with a frenzied speed. “I only learned of your existence once I was an adult. Before that, I prayed to whatever gods would listen to find a way to avoid the inevitable—to escape death. You know I grew up without parents, right?” 

Yoongi only stared at you, glowing embers following your every move.

“Of course you know. I killed your progeny for their murder once I knew the truth.”

He hissed at you then, fangs extended fully as his eyes deepened with rage. He looked as if he had half a mind to grip the flame-laden cage and come after you, but held back—barely. You wait, quietly assessing him as he reins in his anger, chest no longer rising and falling in unbidden anger.

“That was a death that I deserved, and your anger will not sway how I feel about it. But it also doesn’t change what I am requesting of you. I want you to bite me.”

Min Yoongi - Present Day

Min Yoongi doesn’t believe the predicament he’s currently in. A fool! He curses himself. A damned fool to walk right into the trap you laid out for him.

The flames entrapping his body are low, but still, the heat has him on edge. His search of your mind as you speak shows no pretense, but he remembers how easily you fooled him with your thoughts just earlier today. The scent of your blood sang to him, luring him deeper into the dance studio until his mind couldn’t handle the amount; it overwhelmed him just long enough for you to pounce. 

Now that the flames have had time to thrive, the smell of burning metal drowns out the worst of your scent, and he asks you questions to buy himself time to think. But he can’t understand you fully. Your actions and words do not align with what he knows of hunters, of what he knows of you from afar. To hear you earnestly wish for him to bite you, despite knowing how hard you trained to kill his fledgling, contradicts everything he thinks he knows about the prominent hunting families. 

And still, your request piques his interest. The calmness of your body belies no deceit, no racing heart or skittered words as you barter with him as if discussing what to have for breakfast with a partner. And he’s studied your body, unbeknownst to you. He’s watched as you brought home men to fuck, heard the way your body reacted to their attempts at pleasure, the way your nervous system changed when you lied about seeing them again. Has smelled your jasmine scent and can’t lie that he’s wanted a taste…if only to then rip your pretty throat out.

He realizes in that moment that you do not know fully and truly what it is you are asking for. There are mysteries yet hidden from the mortal world about vampires, about their bite and the effect it has on the living when not immediately drained. 

Yoongi grins, finally deciding to answer your request after long moments of thought. 

“I accept your demands, hunter. I shall bite you in exchange for sparing my life.”  

You - Present Day

Your heart beats loudly in your ears as you walk away from his gaze to shut the door to the dance studio. You take a few deep breaths before turning around to walk back towards the switchboard, where you activate another switch. 

A low hum reminiscent of fluorescent lights quietly fills the quiet of the room, to which Yoongi questions. 

“Another precaution?”

You glance at him over your shoulder with a smirk.

“Just my way of making sure that you stick to your end of the bargain. Should you harm me against my will, I have a way to activate those lights lining the room, which are high-powered UV lights, and not just the ones that last for a second.” You look back at the switchboard, finger searching for the one to shut off the fire and disengage the cage. “The only way out of here safely is with my blessing.”

“Afraid of me, hunter?” His query has you pause your movements.

“Afraid of you? No. You’re my best bet at getting what I want.”

Facing the vampire, you maintain eye contact as you grip the hemline of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head in as fluid a motion as you can to leave you in just a simple underwire t-shirt bra and your denim jeans—you assume his bite will still be messy, and walking out of here covered in blood seems like a sure way to attract police attention. Again, you see Yoongi take on that supernatural stillness that only creatures of the night can achieve. His eyes are like focused lasers on your body, and you feel a thrill as you reach behind you to release him. 

With unnatural speed, he blurs into your space, forcing you back towards the wall—a cold hand on your exposed hip and the other leaving a dent as it braces against the wall by your ear. 

“Any of my kind could’ve given you what you wanted. It need not be me,” he murmurs as his nose trails along your jawline seductively. But in the next moment, his fingers tighten into your skin as he growls. “So why strip and offer yourself to me?” 

You squirm in his grip, a sense of deja vu taking over as you remember the dream you had a couple of nights ago. “Because,” you gasp out, “you’re the oldest vampire I know in existence. Newer vampires have no control, killing almost immediately.” You arch in an attempt to create space off of the wall—you hate the way you feel trapped. You question whether you should have trusted your instincts about Yoongi. 

“Flattery will get you nowhere. Why would a hunter want to be bitten?” His hand leaves the wall to grab your chin. A chill sweeps down your body from the points of contact, sending goosebumps along your exposed skin. His eyes flash a luminous amber. “Tell the truth.”

Your mind feels hazy from his command, almost as if you’ve stepped outside of yourself to watch your mouth open. “I’ve always been fascinated by vampires,” your voice sounds dreamy, a wistful look upon your face, “ever since my parents died. I want to escape that fate, I want to master death.”

A low hum from Yoongi helps break the spell as his eyes ever so carefully appear to peel back the layers until he sees through to the real you. The little girl who cried at her parents funeral and vowed never to meet her maker. You sense when he makes his decision, his eyes growing lighter and his hand tilts your head to the side.

“There is much you do not know, and you know not truly what you ask for.” He inhales a breath he doesn’t need, and his voice changes, a different tone taking over. “But your body reacts—it longs for this, does it not?” he teases. “I can smell your lust, your desire.” He presses his body to yours, firm planes and muscle meeting your softer curves. You feel the closeness of his lips as they graze across yours.

A small whimper escapes your mouth. “Please,” you softly beg so your lips caress.

Yoongi’s tongue slips between your teeth in a kiss of seduction. There is no rush to his movements, only a controlled, steady pace as he meets your tongue with his. You feel his teeth prick your lip as his hand moves to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer. There’s no sound, except for the hum of the device and your heavy breathing. Yoongi doesn’t need to breathe. 

You gasp for air when he trails featherlight kisses along your carotid artery, his hand sliding along your side and over your covered chest and onto your shoulder. Once there, he pushes your bra strap down and removes the fabric covering your breast, freeing it from the holster. His thumb circles the peak of your breast, taught from the friction. He must be enjoying the way he’s building the tension in your body, and you wonder if humans taste better to vampires when they’re aroused. 

You don’t get a chance to ask. The insertion of his fangs into your neck is nothing like your dreams. The prickle of pain as they lance open your skin fades almost instantly when you feel the first pull of your blood through your veins and into his mouth. 

You gasp, astonished as the euphoric feeling settles over you like a warm blanket and Yoongi’s arms wrap around you as he drinks from you in deep swallows. He’s taken in a few mouthfuls before he pulls away with a shudder that shakes his whole being. 

“Divine,” he whispers, blood trailing along the sides of his chin as his hands move to fully free you of your bra, then trail along your curves. The contact is exquisite, the coolness of his hands doing wonders for the flames licking underneath your skin. 

“More, touch me more, please,” you sigh, wanting nothing more than the creature who holds you in his arms. The feeling of him seems to burrow under your skin to the very depths of your soul as if he’s leaving a permanent stamp embedded. 

His deft fingers cup your breast, causing you to moan with barely any movement. “Not enough!” you whine, uncaring at your petulance. Yoongi chuckles at you. 

“Where do you want me to touch you, kitten? How do you want me to touch you? Under your jeans? Gentle or rough? Perhaps you want much more than that?”

You blink coquettishly, nodding yes and begging him to take more of your blood from you. Your hands reach for him, fingertips pulling at the edge of his clothes as if to free him of them. You’re rewarded with his alabaster skin, the light dusting of hair below his navel leading into the very pants your fingers fiddle with the button on. 

His tongue laps at your heaving chest, and you watch as he cleans away the blood that ran from the bite he left. His fingers tug at your nipples, and you give up tugging at his pants as the sensation causes your head to fall back in a breathy whine. Your fingers have worked efficiently enough though—his pants fall to the floor and he kicks them aside to join the growing pile of clothes, and you add your jeans next in haste. 

Another mewling sound leaves you when his tongue toys with your pert nipple, fangs scraping along the soft contours of your breast as he chases the last of your blood. When you feel your back hit a mirrored wall behind you, you welcome the cooling feel of the glass, though unsure of when you moved. Yoongi’s leg pries apart your thighs, hand dropping to the heat between as he presses against your still-clothed core in search of your clit. When his fingers push your panties aside and he begins to rub slippery circles against you, he chuckles lowly. 

“How wet you are, indeed, pet. Yes, I think you want much more than just my bite.”

In your own mind, you agree with his words. You want so much more than just his bite because you want all of him—his bite, his touch, his cock filling you over and over as you crest in shuddering waves of insurmountable pleasure—for all of eternity. His lips drag along your neck as he speaks, leaving small kisses between his sentences. His fingers dance along your slick opening, teasing but never broaching. Not in the ways you want him to fill you. 

He hikes up one of your legs so that it rests on his forearm, opening you up to him and at the same time that he plunges his fingers into you, he returns his mouth to your skin, placing a bite in the swell of your breast and drinking deeply. Your body thrums, blood pulsing slower to be in sync with Yoongi’s at every swallow of your life force. 

You’ve never felt this way—no one has ever finger fucked you like this, and through the roaring of your blood in your veins, you distantly hear your own voice begging him for more. The heel of his hand makes contact with your clit, and you keen when he holds the position, fingers deep inside you to rub against the spongy patch of nerves as his wrist makes circular movements to stimulate your clit. Your hands work at the buttons along his shirt, pulling with haste and faintly recognizing the ping of the buttons as they ricochet free. Shoving the cloth off his shoulders, you’re exposed to delicate collarbones, a lean torso with blush nipples and a toned chest that tapers into a narrow waist. A small smattering of unruly black hair leads a path down the center into the briefs low on his hips.

You see starbursts behind your eyes as you cum, hard, walls fluttering rapidly around his long fingers. The air in the room is thick with need, desire running so deeply in your veins that you feel lightheaded. All you want is more, more, more. It’s not enough that he bit you, not enough that he brought you to ecstasy with just his fingers. You crave everything he has to give you. As if not of your own volition, you rock against the fingers still inside you, hands reaching to pull Yoongi’s face back towards yours. 

Fingers twine with the hair at the nape of his neck, and with reckless abandon, you kiss him hard. The metallic taste of your blood mixes with a taste all his own and you relish the way the two mix into a delightful cocktail on your tongue. His fingers thrust shallowly into you as he slowly makes to remove them from your body. Your hips cant towards him, chasing the feeling until he drops your leg from his arm and you’re left empty and wanting. 

The hollowness he’s left you with makes you want to cry, but when you try to pull away from the kiss and complain, he chuckles against your lips. “Hush, kitten, we’re just getting started.”

It seems like an eternity that he’s abandoned your pleasure, but with his supernatural strength, it takes mere seconds for his hands to rip your panties from your body, rid himself of his remaining clothes, bend his knees for access to hook his elbows around the backs of your knees, and lift you up. Your back slams into the glass mirror, and you feel the way it shatters around your body, but you feel no pain. Not when the new position has your core exposed to him and his velvet, steel cock is positioned at your entrance, teasing you with what’s to come. 

The view of him between your thighs is amazing. Your eyes trail down his body, showing no shame as you rest them upon his cock, a blushing hue color fueled from your blood now pumping in his body. It’s erect, his lust for you is apparent as he flexes his hips. The tip sinks inside you with help from your first orgasm lubricating his entry, but he doesn’t let it get far before pulling back. He edges you with languid pumps, and you watch in anguish each time he retreats from your warmth. His cock glistens farther up each time he dips inside of you, and the unhinged, sex-craved and cock thirsty being inside you wants him covered in you, the smell of sex so overwhelming that people on the street can smell it. 

“Oh, yes, kitten, everyone will know all of the depraved and debaucherous things I’m going to do to you.” He thrusts in with one fluid movement, and you swear you feel him in your chest. The fullness his girth offers splits you open like you’ve never experienced before, while his length reaches deep inside you. 

A glance at Yoongi's face as he takes in your naked body proves that he too feels the snug way he fits inside of you, and is also expecting to see the bulge from the tip of his glorious cock pressing against your skin. A flash of disappointment when it doesn’t happen flits across his face, and you realize he was not joking about the depraved things he wants to do to you. 

A press of his palm to your lower abdomen has your mouth open in silent pleasure as his hips swirl delectably; the pressure provides the perfect grind of his flexing muscle against every part of you that squeezes him, and the sound as he slips through you just to thrust in again only makes your lust rage more. It’s sinful, everything about the way he’s fucking you roughly is. 

Gasping out sensual curses mixed with your name, Yoongi’s eyes flash an intense color, and as if reading your deepest thoughts, he pulls out of you and shifts away from the pane of shattered glass to one still intact. He flips you so that your breasts press to the mirrors. His fingers dig into your hips as he pulls them backward, his feet nudging your own apart. You brace yourself with your hands on the glass, breath leaving a hazy fog with each shuddering exhale of air as you find reprieve from the fire beneath your skin with a pressed cheek to the reflective wall. 

“Fuck…me…” you moan out the curse when he seats himself fully inside of you, his pelvis pressed tightly against your ass cheeks as he lets out a low, throaty growl. 

“I thought I was,” he replies smartly, but the shake to his voice shows how much restraint he’s showing. You press your ass into him as much as you can, rising onto your toes for leverage. Your eyes stare at his reflection behind you, watching as he curls his body around yours to lick at your earlobe. “I had plans of killing you, dreamt of the way I would torture you before I snapped this pretty little neck of yours, did you know?”

You didn’t know for certain, but you feel like all creatures of the night have the goal of killing humans one way or another, so it doesn’t really bother you. In fact, his words make you clench around him, because the way he’s worded it seems like these are no longer his plans. He confirms as much as his hips rock back and forth in a teasing rhythm that barely sates your needs for him. 

“I’ve decided that this pussy is just too good to go to waste, kitten.” His head drops into the crux of your neck, breathing deeply. “Your sweet blood calls to me, and will taste even more decadent when you cum around my cock,” his tongue swipes over your skin before his fangs burrow into you with such an all-consuming lust, you nearly sob with how good it feels. His hips begin a punishing pace as he wraps his arms around you, one hand going to hold your right breast as the other hand drops between your thighs. 

The pads of his first two fingertips slip around his thrusting cock, stimulating your weeping core before moving back up to strum along your clit, matching pace with each press inside of you. “You will make such a lovely creature, don’t you think? Cum for me, kitten, and I will make sure of it.” His words trigger a deep need inside you, words that soothe an ache you’ve carried since you were a child. 

Your orgasm bursts from you in an earth-shattering explosion, so heady and rippling that you fear you will black out from the strength of it. You barely feel when his teeth sink into you again. He takes a deep pull from your artery, and your high gives him exactly what you think he was searching for. It’s almost shameful the way he moans against your skin as he drinks you in, but you’re so lost to his thrall that it only makes your desire for him deeper. 

His thrusts stutter until he is no longer able to hold back, and he fills you as he rips his fangs from you. His head is thrown back as he growls through his ecstasy, and you blink slowly at his reflection, eyes tracing the veins in his neck now running red with your blood trailing from his mouth. 

With more restraint than you thought he had left, he turns to you and you feel a fog take over as he asks you a series of questions about getting out of this room safely. You answer them each methodically, as if you have no control over your words. 

You feel yourself growing more and more tired, watching every few seconds when your eyes decide to open again from each blink, bleary-eyed as Yoongi dismantles the failsafes you put in place should things go wrong. Your chest aches for him, wanting him closer to you, touching you, drinking from you. 

“Soon, 달달한 피.” He kneels before you, dressed once again, hiding his body from you. You hate it. “It’s time for us to go somewhere safe.”

He pulls you into his arms and you preen, if you could purr, your chest would be rumbling in the pleasure of the feel of him. Your head rests on his shoulder and you try to stay awake; some part of you wants to pay attention to where you’re going, but blood loss wins as you sink into a deep slumber. 

Yoongi - Several Days Later

Pain. 

Your body thrashes with pain as the blood you just consumed spreads throughout your system. The last few days after leaving the ballet studio and entering Yoongi’s…home, for lack of a better word, has been full of the most exquisite satisfaction your body has ever experienced. You told him as much each night since arriving.

He’s reveled in giving into his most debased fantasies, and your body is covered in the proof; bruises littering your skin, chafing around your wrists and ankles, blood staining the rug beneath his feet where he now stands, watching you. 

Yoongi hasn’t turned a mortal in almost 200 years—not since he turned the one you killed. You make a better replacement for her in many ways, he thinks. Your beauty, your mind, your 달달한 피, or sweet blood, which he can’t wait to taste once you’re resurrected. And because this is the longest he has gone since bestowing the Dark Gift upon a being, not to mention that he is closer to 400 years than he likes to admit, he is sure you will be powerful beyond belief. 

He heals his wrist and glances at the time; he chose to turn you at sunset so he had time to prepare before he needs to rest. The marble walls that surround the underground basement bedroom of Yoongi’s home echo with your sounds of pain, so Yoongi leaves you in the bed as he ventures towards another wing. He knows that when the sun sets again, you shall be ravenous, and he needs the help of his brothers to bring in enough sustenance for when you wake. 

His maker, Namjoon, lounges in his study with a beautiful woman straddling his hips. Her skin tone is darker than his, and their coloring makes a beautiful picture of caramel and chocolate swirls. She is draped over him, arms wrapped around Namjoon’s neck as she bucks her hips slowly against him, no doubt riding his cock now for several hours. Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to enter and approach him; he’s used to such displays.

Namjoon licks his lips as he pulls his mouth from her neck, and then smiles up at Yoongi from his couch. 

“Well done, enthralling the last of that hunter family. One less family we need to worry about.”

Yoongi focuses on Namjoon’s face, trying to ignore the whimpering moans from the woman getting off in front of him. It’s making his own cock stir, and he’s tempted to join in, but then he wouldn’t have time to gather the blood you need. He indulges for a few moments longer though, watching the way her supple breasts press against Namjoon’s firm chest as she kisses along his neck. 

“You can join, brother. Would you like her mouth or her ass?”

Yoongi shakes his head but continues to enjoy watching the beautiful woman as she rides his maker. He’s tented in his jeans, but that’s also a normal occurrence for all of the men living here, since you can always find someone having sex at any moment. 

“I wanted to let you know that I will be inviting a few mortals over. I plan to head out with the others and gather a few.”

Glee arises on Namjoon’s face. “You’ve given her your blood, brother? Oh, this is brilliant. Another one to add to our flock! We haven’t had anyone else in years.” He sighs out in content and then murmurs something into the woman’s ear which has her shuddering. He sinks his fangs into her to enjoy her orgasm before turning back to Yoongi. 

“I can’t wait to meet your newest fledgling, Yoongi. I must know though…will you be possessive or is she one we all can share?”

Yoongi smiles, his fangs poking into his bottom lip as he grins at his maker over the shoulder of the woman who is now leaning away, head thrown back as she bounces on Namjoon’s cock with a fierceness of someone chasing a fourth or fifth orgasm.

“I think she may be open to sharing, brother, she should awake tomorrow at sunset.”

Yoongi turns away with a chuckle as he heads to find any of the other five of their flock to accompany him to the bar.  

You - The Next Sunset      

It’s disorienting how clear everything looks to you. You gasp as a hunger you’ve never felt before takes you into its grip and takes over your mind. Lurching out of the bed you’ve been fucked in every which way since arriving, you clutch at your neck. The hunger burns. 

“Come here, kitten, I’ve got what you need right here.”

You turn to the voice, and a bright splash of scarlet comes into view. You don’t even think about it, you just bring it to your mouth and drink messily. You latch on and slurp down as much as you can, wanting every last drop to sate the intensity, but the voice tugs you away. You feel anger but then you’re given another warm mouthful of scarlet and indulge gluttonously. 

This time, when the voice calls to you, there is no anger, only a need to follow, to go to the voice and await more from it. From him. Yoongi. Your memories flood you all at once, a pulsing thrum as your pussy throbs now that the blood from the drowsy humans is in your veins, and you search for him. 

When you find him, you stumble up from your knees away from the bodies and throw yourself into his arms. You realize you’re still naked when he maneuvers your body so that your thighs are on either side of his, bulge from his jeans rubbing your core from the friction. Leaning into you he kisses you languidly, tongue cleaning up some of the mess you left behind before swirling with your tongue to share the taste of the humans in a kiss. 

Your hips grind against him, the kiss turning sexual in moments and Yoongi growls in response to your libido, now heightened after death. 

“Fuck,” he groans as you unzip his jeans and reverently pull his cock from his boxers, and using a combination of the blood dripping on your chest and your spit, begin to stroke him with firm movements.  

Moments later you return to your first position, straddling Yoongi as you sink onto him repeatedly, one hand gripping your ass and the other in your hair, keeping your mouth on his. 

‘Just like that, beautiful, he likes when his cock is buried deep inside a pretty girl.’

You gasp as you hear a melodic voice in your head, turning your head behind you to see six men watching you take Yoongi’s cock as his lips trail down your neck and chest.

You cock an eyebrow at the men, all so beautiful, you could cry at their jaw lines and angles, broad shoulders and dilated eyes. 

“Yoongi, I didn’t realize you liked an audience,” you tease as you slow your movements and put on a show, pushing Yoongi’s shoulders down to the mattress so that when your chests meet, the view of how well you take him, how well he splits you open as you sink down and envelop him to the hilt, is visible to all of them. 

“I like an audience, kitten, and sometimes I like when the audience joins in.” The look he’s giving you as you continue to ride him lets you know the question he’s asking you. 

“With this new immortal lust of mine, I think I’d like that too.”

Sealing your decision with a bite to Yoongi’s neck, you take a deep pull as you feel the bed dip with the weight of the others joining you for what you hope will be the height of immortal lust that will last an eternity.  

The END

달달한 피 (daldalhan pi)- “sweet blood”

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sebowan au stuff 🕺💃🕺💃

modern-ish vamp/vamp hunter au where vampire hunters are a government sanctioned association that are in charge of...well hunting vampires but there is HEAVY stigma and misconception around vampires cuz since ancient times in history vampires have always been deemed bloodthirsty killers given their natural abilities to kill with more ease and thus vampires have been threatened death by law since—while there ARE still serial killer/human-feeding vampires like the stereotype (which is how rowan got turned) there are lots of turned vampires living in hiding (them being vampires I mean) since the law is still consistently being upheld by those stereotypes (which themselves are upheld by the few extremes).

To get animal blood there are certain sellers/stores used by most non-human-feeding vampires en masse in secret and spread by word of mouth, with certain secret phrases used to indicate that you're a vampire looking to buy animal blood. They typically come in boxes 📦 & in the boxes are many plastic packs of animal blood so people can store them for a while in their homes & not have to go back to buy blood too often.

Vampires that feed on humans are more like the stereotypical "allergic to sun + crucifixes etc." vampires whereas vampires who drink mostly animal blood are more like humans, just that they can only quell their hunger with blood. Human-feeding vampires also can't digest human food and have to throw up it up while vampires that drink animal blood can still consume human food, just that it doesn't make them full. OH also to become turned a vampire has to drink all the blood out of the human, killing them, then give them their own blood. Then they wake up as a vampire 🧛‍♂️🧛‍♀️

Vampire hunters usually work in squadrons assigned to certain districts/areas. Within a district certain squadrons are assigned to certain areas. (ASS trio are in a squadron together!!!) In order to become a vampire hunter you need a license, and there are different ranks in the hunter association. Lower ranking hunters are assigned to lower ranking jobs while higher ranking hunters give out the assignments & take higher ranking jobs. (Job rank is decided by level of danger.) Each district has its own vampire hunter department establishment with a head chief.

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

Repost bc I misspelled my boy’s name in both the text and the tags oop—

I need an angsty found family AU where Olrox, instead of killing Richter’s mother as revenge for taking his lover instead goes “you took someone I loved, so I’ll take someone you cherish” and up and kidnaps little Richter. One second the boy is there and the next, shadows descend onto the empty street, and the moment after — he’s just gone.

THE DRAMA of Olrox traveling the world and keeping the kid at first purely to spite and worry his mother, or as part of some evil plan to lure her to her death, but quickly grows attached to him and they become this duo of vamp dad and his (not) son. The angst of Richter hating his abductor and crying and kicking him and telling him that he hates his guts, but when night falls and nightmares force little Belmont to turn and toss in his sleep, it’s Olrox’s lullabies that keep him calm, sung in a language he doesn’t know but with a gentleness only a parent could provide.

And as Olrox puts a hand on Richter’s head, carding his hair he realises, terror-struck, that he doesn’t want to let the kid go. He comes to a horrific conclusion that this is his baby now, whether the kid likes it or not, and it sends the old man’s mind into a spin.

Richter is unlike anything Olrox ever had. He’s never been a father, and doesn’t know how express love and care he’s so desperate to provide. He thinks of turning his newfound son more than once, but settles on waiting as for a little vampire hunter, an event like that would be far too traumatic.

And let’s talk about Richie himself for a second. This poor baby was about to travel to his aunt’s place one night and then got express-adopted by an immortal who is surprisingly gentle with him, yet doesn’t plan on letting him go. As result, baby Belmont throws tantrums every chance he gets, tries using fire-magic against the man (to no avail) and attempts to escape at every turn. At first, he’s in fight or flight mode almost constantly because he knows that the dragon vampire has to be using him for some evil ploy…but then weeks pass, a month, and there doesn’t seem to be much of an evil ploy happening. The two of them simply travel from place to place, where Richter has to awkwardly stand while his…kidnapper? Temporary guardian? Is running errands and talks to other gross, smelly vampires.

He hates Olrox, he’s confused, he feels a strange warmth in his chest when the vampire picks him up and carries him around when he’s too tired to walk, or checks up on him to make sure he’s warm and well-fed.

Just imagine the bittersweetness of Richie developing a bond with his captor in these horrible circumstances, and they start to get along. He feels all kinds of guilt and self-hate for it, every time he fails to stifle a giggle at Olrox’s jokes or can’t help but lean in when he offers comfort.

It’s just such a messy, tragic dynamic, don’t you think? Should I write anything on it? Idk, my ask box is open in any case 🤷

[gummybearzgocrazyagain]

kinn/porsche fic rec vol. 2

Futuristic/Space AU

All That Just For a License? by @nuwildcat [daaaaaaaaamn son the squeals of utter delight i have produced while reading this...????? numerous. porsche and chay are bounty hunters, picking off criminals and delivering them to the waiting, and most importantly, well-paying hands. this next job must be nothing out of ordinary, the guy looks dirty and worn-out, and porsche knows this next part by heart... or is he. if i told you it was extremely delicious and entertaining read, it would still be an understatement. so so so so so many compliments and kudos]

Clandestine by @aheartfeltlie [in somewhat cyber-punk-ish future, that includes flying cars and chip-implanted eyes, porsche is equally “eat the rich, and not a good kind, especially if it is kinn fucking theerapanyakul” in real life, and “eat the rich, definitely a good kind” in the all-immersive world of Clandestine, game to rival all others. awesome variation on enemies-to-lovers, tis a rec]

a/b/o + college 

And They Were Roommates by @tessalane [aaaaaaaa, obsessed with this one, the absolute perfect mix of softness and horniness of enemies-to-lovers a/b/o college roommates AU, tropes that has been used to death, and yet somehow never get old in the right hands, and does this author have the rightest hands for it, bless up. can’t rec this enough]

Alpha’s bid by @paulalestat-blog [fresh premise of the futuristic set-up: with time due to the virus, omega population withered to near extinction, and each omega is valued and sought after. an agency kinn goes to provides match-making services, where omegas are shown alpha’s profiles, and then are free to choose any alpha they deem pleasing or fit, and alpha can not back out. you know what happens next. and yes, kinn is a uni teacher in this one...? go figure. still a wip, and a very good one at that]

Vamp AU

Smoke and Raindrops by @nuwildcat [*fanning herself* thank you, dear author, it was delicious. it is beyond me why vampire!kinn is not a huge deal in this fandom, all the signs are right there - paleness, piercing gaze, power, audacity, stature, daddy issues, etc etc, one would expect the tag to be flooded and yet, good vamp!kp fic is scarce, which makes this even more precious: traditional back alley meeting, werewolf!porsche, canon levels of horniness, delightfully wrapped in author’s eloquent style. so many kudosssssssssssss]

after dark by @foreigncars [i...am not exactly sure what i think of this one yet, some of the plot points seemed... tad abrupt, but hey, it’s a vamp!kinn, can’t be too choosy when it comes to the vamp trope, in this house we appreciate them all]

Spy/Assassin AU

Worthy of Love and Loyalty by @rebellconquerer [what.what.what.what the FCUK was that i am wheezing, the fuckkkkkk dear author, how DARE YOU, the audacity....??? i mean, are there even words//// i am so in luv with this thang, it’s not even funny, my long-running partiality towards this trope is back with the vengeance it seems. theerapanyakuls have an intelligence agency, porsche is taken in by force and made to train, yada-yada, if you have not read this yet, i am so fucking envious you have no idea. this fucking fic <3]

two shots by @martynaxao3 [yassssss slay assassin!porsche, who could resist such temptation. this thing has it all, plot, twists, lust, great pacing, excellent style, huge rec, no notes]

Historic/fantasy AU

putting a harried love letter into a red mailbox by @captainkit [like this author and their unhurried, sensual style. in this au, porsche is a temple khon dancer in a capital that kinn is currently laying a siege to. not a MS crossover though, still a kp historic au. although the story is centred around kp, vp and kimchay have their own prominent parts, and there is plot, for real. wip, but enough has been written by now]

what a tangled web we weave by @fairhairedkings [has this author ever disappointed, duhhhhh, ain’t never a miss with them: scheherazade au i am sure everyone follows already, so this rec is more of an homage to the beloved author. i for once, can never have enough of “forced marriage resulting in smitten kinn” trope, can anyone, especially so well written one. all the possible kudos, as usual]

with the subcategory of warprize!porsche

How I Know You by @nuwildcat and A thousand jasmine blossoms bloom by @iffervescent [another trope kp dynamic seems especially suited for, imho, executed soooooooo beautifully by this fandom. hands down both are such amazing works, no notes, all the possible kudos and eternal gratitude to the authors, i was saaaaaaat 🙌]

Hybrid AU

Feline Purrsuasion by @wiccawrites [based on this idea, the piece is highly entertaining and very-well executed. porsche is a brat even in feline form, and kinn is struggling to retain his sanity. the fact that the idea was born before woody on stage, is... inchresting. bravo author, big time rec]

Magic AU

Like water by @deliciousblizzardshark [ouccccccchhhhh, that capital H hurted. brilliant, brilliant writing, how have i missed this gem from the author of one of my fav pieces. in a world where you can tattoo magic symbols on one’s skin, obedience is one of the most logical ones to tattoo on your new bodyguard, isn’t it though... it is for kp to find out. damnnnnnnnnnnnnn it was painfully beautiful and so absolutely worth a read. thank you dearest author, what a fucking masterpiece <3]

The Empty Crown by @rainbowcolored7 [such a great world-building, and the lore is superb: kittisawasds are from the fire clan that can command phoenixes, and theerapanyakuls are the water clan that are connected to dragons. when their clan’s capital is destroyed, lil porsche and chay are forced to run and hide, and spend their lives in fear of their true lineage being discovered. they are minding they own business leading ordinary folk lives, all until an idiot falls down a hill and hurts himself right in front of unsuspecting porsche, who was just trying to fish in peace. suuuuuuch a lovely read, so pleasantly paced, it keeps you fully immersed and invested, not to mention, the chemistry between the poor conflicted porsche and the injured idiot is 👌👌👌]

sex on fire by @cherry_apples22 [it’s pretty much like if My Type by Saweetie was a fic, i dunno what else to add: since he found out he was a phoenix, porsche is unable to get laid, cause his flames would hurt any other living creature. well, almost any other, there are dragons, for instance... who do not get affected by phoenix fire, right... his own lil bro is even dating one... how hard can it be to meet one for himself? p.s. and if there are but hints of monsterfucking? don’t mind if i do 🙆‍♀️]

green isle in the sea, love (a fountain and a shrine) by @anakinn [i am quite frankly speechless sitting here with my eyes like 👀 didn’t know this was a thing...? until it absolutely became a thing....? in a nutshell, porsche spills some oils in some random shrine they’ve stumbled upon while on a recon mission, some deity felt slighted, and now there are two kinns...? i ain’t gonna say no’ mo’, you ought to read this for yourselves bruv]

Alternative meeting

stripper for one night by @martynaxao3 [yasssss, thank you, tay for the win againnnnn, it’s kinn’s bday, and they are celebrating at some hole in the wall place they just chose at random, and the bartender working there keeps being rude to the birthday boi, or is he.... super fun and super hot, author deserves all the praise, as always, much luv]

Tiger bite by @Verbana [after the death of their father and husband, namphueng, little porsche and babie chay are brought to stay at the theerapanyakul household, to be brought up along with their cousins kim, khun, and anakinn. understandably, the angst ensues. if i knew any words prior to reading this, they’re all gone by now. immaculate, immaculate vibe. adore this type of stories to death, the longing, helplessness, the despair of it all.. omg.]

Fake dating

Situationship by @vcrses  [no, you don’t get it, when i say i am in luv with this fic <33333333 the author is so effortlessly funny, made me cackle multiple times, such a light and enjoyable read <33333 it is some sort of AU within an AU, as the characters we know have different backgrounds/circumstances, for instance, tankhun is not agoraphobic in this, and even some places named differently, but it doesn’t take away from the experience at all, quite the opposite, comes off as refreshing; the story overall is a perfect perfect embodiment of the trope, these versions of kp are so loveable, i am smooching this author’s face with abandon]

Accidental babie acquisition 

Dropping a baby off at a mafia compound is a good idea, right? by @lalala53 [it is actually exactly what the title says, short and sweet read, couldn’t pass over the opportunity to rec, luv the trope]

Various in-universe AUs // Canon divergence

Burn Your Name Into My Skin by @everyforkedroad [omg omg omg unexpected but damn pleasant surprise of sub!kinn wrapped into minor fam!bodyguard porsche and general star crossed lovers trope. it was such an entertaining and captivating read: they meet at a sex club, porsche is on a mission for vegas, his boss (i know, just typing this out is something else), and kinn is unsurprisingly hooked. huge rec, thank you author]

take this life and hold it by the hand by @p1n3appl3p3n [if i tell you i was vibrating out of my fucking skin reading this. shaking crying throwing up with giddiness and squealing like a new-born piglet. have seen this rec so many times in people’s bookmarks, and that single goddamn “mpreg” word has deterred me every time. how could have i been so foolish. one of the best fucking things i’ve read lately was hiding in plain sight this whole time. yes, mpreg, but who gives a fuck, if in return you get this..? reconciliation trope of your dreams. i am on my knees for this fic. p.s. i conveniently have an existing h/c for the twins, which despite the fact that canon pair is a boi/gurl set, is still my ironclad image for them, cause have one look at them and tell me these don’t look like porsche’s children]

[N] Let the fire breathe me back to life by @Zeronay [beautiful mess of two besotted idiots going on a mission underprepared and taking a bullet each. short and lovely read]

Mutatis Mutandis by @zipperbiter [daaaaaamn that was <3333 during one of the quiet uneventful family breakfasts tankhun suddenly realizes that a little chaos never killed nobody, and decides to stir these calm waters up a bit by posing quite an interesting question. the bouts of... scientific experimentation... that ensue in order to conclude the experiment, are both extremely skilfully written, and entertaining to boot. very much a rec]

Wicked Game by @Acearcy01 [set in canon and divergent after ep4, someone keeps making attempts on kinn’s life, and he suggests an agreement: porsche will stay for 60 days to try and figure out who is after kinn, in exchange for his complete freedom afterwards. porsche agrees and starts counting the days. he can’t wait to leave this hellhole behind.... right?. there is something about this story.... really liked it, give it a try, if you haven’t read it already]

Burnished night, blood-soaked stars by @The_Old_Astronomer [absolutely lovely and touching missing/alternative scene between kinn getting shot and waking up at the hospital wing, feelings realization, and a bit of a porsche/big reluctant understanding]

quis custodiet ipsos custode by @concernedlily [gosh i luv this author’s style, am sure everyone has already read this, the piece ain’t new, i just... there can never be enough kp desperate for each other’s safety, not in my world]

two hungers are in me, and they drive me forward. i was born to starve by @captainkit [porsche-centric and bitter-sweet, it is painful to get through in places, but porsche is lovely, earnest, bratty, and plenty sad in this. not to mention, hungry throughout. read when in melancholic mood p.s. ngl, the bit where kinn takes him to a cafe for his bday, and there is no cake, made me cry a lil. p.p.s also author compares kinn’s ep 3 dancing to a “drunk uncle at a wedding”, and i’ve literally never have read anything more accurately hilarious]

Outsider perspective

innocent bystanders by @BeStillMySlashyheart [super-entertaining drabble set in AU where kp not only do not hide, but rather flaunt there new relationship in the compound inhabitants’ faces, and porsche’s poor colleagues have to witness their comrade enjoying his honeymoon phase with their own boss in front of their own bleeding eyes. i cackled, tis a rec]

Horror

A Curious Cat by @The_Consulting_Werewolf [whatttttttt...? *just sits there with her jaw slack and mouth slightly open* what exactly.... has transpired here? you know what i ain’t even gonna say nuthin just go read it for yourselves]

Non-mafia AUs

Twelve, Twenty, Almost Thirty by @just2wings [ooohhh no no nooooope sir, nuh-huh, who gave you the right to hit me with all them feels on this fine tuesday evening completely unprovoked....? hell to the no, i demand reparations, wasn’t sufficiently warned about my insides turning all gooey after reading this, the longing, the looooooongiiiiiiingggggggg <333333 ahem, rant over, to the plot: non-mafia AU in which they have actually met once during the childhood, once in college, and now again as adults. and if you haven’t read it yet, you’re missing out big time. i cried]

Punch at First Sight by @Sandee Sing [yaaaaaay, what a ride, such an entertaining AU, porsche is a bar owner, and theerapanyakuls are business moguls. porsche is visiting the mansion on korn’s invitation, when kinn sees him and understandably? mistakes him for a stripper hired by tay as a gift. it spins out from there. i reeeeeeally liked it, absolute rec]

Hot wheels by @tiredfairycake [disabled!porsche in da house, very cute drabble: kinn is stopped in the middle of his early morning stroll through the park by a weirdo chilling on the bench asking to be helped home. kinn is whipped in every universe, which is no surprise to any of us, super sweet read]

Crack

five things gay by @martynaxao3 [if this is crack, then i never want to read anything that is not crack again, love the author, never a miss with them, including this gem: porsche decides to make it his mission to help his confused, lonely boss to figure out his sexuality... the boss, as the whipped idiot that he is, goes along with the plan. entertaining, funny and super hot. much kudosssssss]

[oceansssblue]

STAR WARS MASTERLIST ✨

CODE: 🔥 = smutt // 💖 = fluff // 💔 = angst or violence // 📩 = request or prompt

Reblog if you can!

REQUESTS/PROMPTS: CLOSED RN

[Things I'll write about = you name it]

[THE BAD BATCH]

~[INDEPENDENT ONE-SHOTS]

ONE-SHOTS NOT INCLUDED IN A GROUP OF SERIES/THEMATIC AS THE ONES BELOW. INDEPENDENT AND TELLING THEIR STORY IN JUST ONE POST.

-"CANVAS" ECHO/OFC 💖

–"ONE HUG AWAY" HUNTER/READER 💔💖

(All linked here: )

~[COMFORTING THE STUDENT SERIES]

SMALL (AND DIFFERENT) ONE-SHOTS IN WHICH YOUR BAD BATCH BOYFRIEND HELPS YOU (OR DISTRACTS YOU) TO GET OVER YOUR ANXIETY AND STRESS.

• TECH/GN READER 💔💖

• HUNTER/GN READER 💔💖

• WRECKER/GN READER 💖

• ECHO/GN READER 💔💖

• CROSSHAIR/F READER 🔥💔💖

(All linked here: )

~[SOULMATE SERIES]

CROSSHAIR HATES THE IDEA OF EXCHANGING HIS BODY WITH HIS SOULMATE. HE'S A SOLDIER, FOR MAKERS SAKE.

ECHO'S SOULMATE THINKS SHE WONT EVER FIND THE PERSON WHOSE NAME IS MARKED ON HER SKIN; HUNTER'S SOMEHOW A CREEPY STALKER, WRECKER'S WEAK IN COMPARISSON TO HIS, AND TECH IS, AS ALWAYS, THE TEACHER.

• CROSSHAIR 💖

• HUNTER 🔥💖

• TECH 💖

• WRECKER 💔

• ECHO 💔💖

(All linked here: )

~ [MAGICAL CREATURES SERIES]

SIRENS, VAMPIRES, WEREWOLVES, PHOENIXES AND FAIRIES... DIFFERENT ONE SHOTS WHERE EACH OF OUR BAD BATCH BOYS HAVE A PECULIAR ENCOUNTER WITH THIS MYSTICAL CREATURES.

• "DROPS OF WATER" TECH/SIREN!OFC💔💖🔥

• "JUST AS SHARP" CROSSHAIR/VAMP!OFC🔥

• "LIKE YOUR SHINE" ECHO/FAIRIE!OFC 💖

• "THE SMELL OF FIRE" HUNTER/PHOENIX!OFC 💖 (finished)

• "NOT A DOG" WRECKER/WEREWOLF!OFC 💔💖 (finished)

(All linked here: )

TBB AND CLONE WARS [REQUESTS]

(requests are closed rn, will reopen a 3rd part in the future)

All linked here:

Part 1 of requests:

Part 2 of requests:

& More to come!

[averageludwig]

TF2 VAMP AU LORE ???? WHERE CAN I FIND IT ?? I NEED IT NOW .

hi I’m very normal about the au and your work I promise (lore drop pretty please??)

Hiii.... Thats me (I got this super late last night and got really nervous and happy and didnt reply sorry woops).... Its not a huge thing, at least not yet, Its a work in progress But I can tell you what I have currently :3

Basically, The Vampire Mercs (RED) (Demo, Medic, Sniper and Spy) aren't mercs but are working different Night jobs. So Demo owns a Tavern (still a demoman, just on the side), Medic is a nurse, Spy is, well, a Spy and Snipers a hitman. They all use their jobs in different ways to get blood !

Medics been a vampire for the longest, He somewhat turned himself by experimenting with vampire dna and he is a few hundred years old.

Spy is the second oldest, naturally Half a vampire, he is still immortal, can turn into a bat and suck blood for strength but physically ages a little faster. Made him a very good spy throughout the years.

Sniper is the third oldest. He was a Monster hunter who travelled around trying to get Medic but ended up dying in the chase, which made Medic bring him back and subsequently turning him into a vampire (He thinks they are friends :]) Snipers fine with it (new powers and such plus loving the taste of blood) but not too keen on the immortal part.

Demos the youngest one, He's been turned recently aftering being offered to get his eye curse reversed by Medic. But the only way to reverse, WITHOUT turning his eye into a monster every Halloween, was to turn him completely into one, a vampire. He still doesn't have his eye but he doesnt have to worry about the curse or going completely blind by his 40s.

This is already alot but I am gonna keep the rest of the guys brief. The rest of the mercs (BLU) (Heavy, Pyro, Engineer, Scout and Soldier) are all workers at a church which suspects vampire activity around the town (RED fucking with them for funsies lol) but it slowly spirals into them practically being friends and more. Engineer, Heavy and Soldier are all Priests whilst Pyro is a Youth pastor and Scout is just a volunteer (his mom dragged him there). The other mercs from from red team are also human but are minor characters (Like Red Soldier and Zhanna are a married couple next door lol) There is alot of pairs which WILL change over time, depending on what I like currently, But the current ones are DemoSolly, Spoovy, Science party and Flash fire + sniper (no idea what ship name for them is !!). And Also Yes, Blu Scout is a quarter vampire. He only gets some powers like speed and living a little longer, but doesn't need blood. OKAY THATS ALL IF YOU WANT ANY MORE YOU CAN ASK ANYTIME !!!

[strawberrykuro]

They hate each other

Well most Gabriel dislike Juno (They 100% wound fuck)

Little vampy Au I made where Gabriel is a vampire hunter while Juno is a vamp that likes to annoy him heheheh

Chibi wip for now

[artforkuponuts]

Vampire and Vampire Hunter AU?

Ooooooo okay these are more like hc's than fun things that happen but:

1. Thor is an experienced vamp hunter who disguises himself as a bounty hunter. but recently there have been a string of attacks that just are unsolvable to him. This is due to the fact that the attacker is a VERY careful dhampir named Loki. He can day walk and blend in so well that he's gone undetected.

2. Loki tries his best to be as hidden as possible, stealing from blood banks, attacking people who are close to death, or starving himself as long as possible. He is a low level nurse at a very run down hospital. Which is where he meets Thor (who is there to visit a sick friend) he immediately clocks thor as a hunter and tries to avoid him but they keep running into each other.

3. He messes up one night on the way home when he witnesses a violent crime and feeds on the attackers. The combination of adrenaline and strong fresh blood makes him careless and he sees his worst nightmare, Thor. Luckily for him Thor just thinks he was attacked and killed his assaulters. Thor helps him home and to get cleaned up. (If I was writing this I'd probably add some spice here lol)

4. Thor doesn't think anything of it till he reads a report on the attack and the suspiciously familiar death wounds. This leads him to confront Loki.

5. By the time he does though Loki is holed up in his flat being paranoid of being found out and starved half out of his mind. When Thor busts in Loki attacks and drinks from him but controls himself enough to break away and then beg for Thor to just end him bc he hates being the way he is.

Bonus: Thor can't do it he's come to know and care about Loki too much and he's seen now that he can control himself so he agrees to give him blood if Loki behaves and they form a pact.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Nicholas Saving You From A Group Of Vampires (Vampire Hunter AU)

Nicholas D Wolfwood X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Blood, horror, knives, y’know all that good vampy stuff

Word Count: 967

(A/N:) I saw some fanart of Nicholas wearing a hat and a long cloak and I got slammed by the idea of a vampire hunter AU. Cause that’s exactly what he looked like. So I had to explore the idea, that’s where it came from and now I’m a little too giddy about the thought of Nicholas hunting vampires. I hope y’all get as much enjoyment out of it as I did! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

You grew up with the warnings being pounded in your head over and over. Do not go outside in the dark, don’t open the door at night for anyone, and don’t go looking for trouble with anyone to do with the night. Those rules played over and over in your head as your feet pounded against the sand. The snarls and beastly growls hot on your trail as you tried your best to escape. Vampires hunted the sands at night for hapless victims who found themselves lost among the land at night. You were now one of those hapless victims as you struggled to escape a gruesome fate. If you couldn’t shake the group of vamps on your trail, the scavengers would find your drained remains abandoned in the sand in the morning.

There were people in Noman’s Land that hunted the vampires during the night. They were ridiculed for their occupations and ran out of every town, as the townspeople were afraid of incurring the vampires’ wrath for harboring their enemies. You weren’t sure how you felt about them yourself as; yes, they could bring doom to any village that boarded them but they were also out protecting people from the monsters that were vampires. 

Your lungs began to burn as you prayed for a hunter to come to your rescue. There was no other being to be seen around your surroundings and all you could hear was the group of vamps getting closer. You know they could overtake you at any moment, but they were enjoying toying with you until your demise came. Crawling under some sparse brush you tried to calm your breathing as the sounds of the hunting party grew closer. Tears suddenly flooded your eyes as large shadows overtook your hiding spot. Your breath still ragged, you tried to bite back a whimper as the glowing red eyes searched your hiding spot. The creature began sniffing, smelling your adrenaline and the blood flowing swiftly through your veins. It hissed, sending shivers down your spine as your blood froze. With no other options but sit and pray that the brush kept you alive for a little longer. It lunged towards you, claws outstretched and hot drool splattering across your face. Hearing their fellow monster making it’s move on you, the rest of the group followed suit. The brush cracked and broke into splinters, claws raked across your skin bringing forth blood that soaked quickly into the dry desert sand.

You closed your eyes, waiting for the end when one vampire was ripped away and slung away with a howl. A silver knife embedded in it’s chest, it disintegrated, it’s pained screams echoing through the dark sky. The others quickly turned to see their attacker and despite the blood in your eyes you could see the outline of a man in a long trench coat and hat. A hunter. You breathed in relief, hoping that you weren’t celebrating too soon. Pained screams, cries, and grunts sounded in the air, but you couldn’t bring yourself to come out of your hiding spot. You shivered in shock and refused to budge even after the sounds had quieted. You heard footfalls sound across the sand before a large silhouette leaned over you, blocking the little light provided by a few flickering worms. Then the remaining branches cracked and a hand reached out. You flinched cowering back until a low rumbling voice spoke, calmly.

“It’s okay now.”

It was the hunter and the relief overwhelmed you, you began to cry. He stumbled back, unsure of how to calm a crying woman. But you still took his hand letting him lift you from the brush.

“I thought I was done for,” you sobbed.

He patted you awkwardly while letting you cling to his hand tightly, “If I hadn’t of heard the commotion you would have been. I’m glad you’re okay.”

You sniffed, “A little scratched up but that’s better than the alternative.”

He chuckled, readjusting his large cross shaped weapon. “What were you doing out so late at night?”

“I was out of my village for a little bit and it got darker faster than I thought it would. So I was caught out here, alone. I’m so close to home too.”

The dark figure nodded. He looked around to see if anymore danger lurked within the surrounding shadows. He didn’t want to take more time out than he already had, but he couldn’t leave you alone to be a feast for the blood suckers.

“How much further to your village,” he asked with a serious tone.

“Maybe a couple miles,” you replied.

He nodded holding out his arm which you took as your legs were becoming weak as the adrenaline left your veins.

“I’ll make sure you get home safely,” he said. “Just be more careful next time. A hunter may not be around the second time.”

“I will,” you nodded your head, the howls and pursuing vampires replaying in your mind. If it hadn’t been for this man, you wouldn’t have been able to go home to your family alive. You wished it was a little lighter so you could see your hero clearer as his strong arm that held you upright made you giddy. Or you were going crazy from the exhaustion that was now taking over. You wished greatly that this wouldn’t be the last time you would ever see this hunter. You tried to remember all you could in case your paths ever crossed again. As he released you to go back you quickly kissed his cheek, thanking him again before disappearing into the safety of your home. Nicholas chuckled, rubbing his tingling cheek before making his way back into the waning night to punish the undead for ever setting foot in Noman’s Land.

[smittyw]

Which one of your ocs is the most likely to commit premeditated murder, and which ones would help them get away with it after the fact

the only au ive explored this in really apart from dr (hard to even count that, i kept getting distracted from the murder part) is that same vanpires n shit one, in which case the notable examples were bryony effectively becoming a serial killer just bc the older vamps are too lazy to hunt (and bc they get sloppy when they did), and alex & ross killing people on the reg as monster hunters. monsters are people too guys. come on.. a lot of the cast has fucked up morals in that one but these three were already at that point without being creatures of the night, so i think it says more about them . this is also the last instance when alex had anything to do

molly is frequently the villain of someone elses story by nature of sparkling on and being herself, so in several au's shes in a position to kill and she will simply move on with her life bc she thinks it was necessary. nat is usually distanced from her when that sorta thing is going down, theyre not the type to kill (too scared) but in many cases theyre totally fine with helping someone else get away with it. and by totally fine i mean it depends, they might be haunted forever but dont have strong enough convictions to stop it - or they could be 100% complicit bc bestie was so right to do that

i dont plan to make anybody commit a murder in canon atm bc theyre literally just chilling sitcom style, but the potential for stumbling into a situation where they *think* someone will die / has died is still ripe for consideration lmfao. a lot of them would be a little too quick to shift responsibility as fast as possible and im glad thats the kind of lives they all lead

[grimgrinningghost456]

I had a thought✨

✨Vampire Hunter Jonathan au✨

So my random crappy thought is the set up of the story is about the same, except, Johnny-boy knows exactly who he’s dealing with, and is attempting to kill off Dracula before he fully rejuvenates himself.

Dracula still has his johnny infatuation, but isn’t actually aware of Jonathan’s goals due to his act of innocent solicitor. My johnny happens to be on the shorter side (around 5’6”, while Dracula stands at a good 6’5” and is filled out enough where he looks big, not just tall) so naturally the count underestimated him right off the bad. Only seeing him for a potential new bride.

Johnny actually doesn’t really work with anyone from the original “lets kill Dracula!” Group aside from Van Helsing, who in this au, has been researching creatures of the night for a good 15 years, acquiring Harker for field work witching the last five years of the 15. They don’t really know about Dracula being a vampire until Harker reaches the village said count rules over (Harker would still be keeping his day job as being a lawyer) and Jonathan quickly makes that known via sending a shorthand letter, claiming to the post man that it is to a loved one, making it known that he has arrived at the village safely from the train.

Johnny has white hair right off the bat (pun intended) of this Au, because Dracula isn’t his first vampire; although will be the strongest vampire he has yet to face. He already has a bite scar on the nape of his neck from a past foe who he got too close to in his act of ignorance. He and Mina are not engaged in this take on the story, because Jonathan didn’t want any of his targets being able to worm into his head and use her as blackmail, hold her life over his head, turn her, or straight up kill her just to get back at him for aiming to kill the vamp.

As far as shipping would go I feel like it’d have some Harkula, and maybe some tension between Harker and Van Helsing after being on the road together and dealing with so much trauma. They kinda become a safe place for one another. Really if anyone wants to take on this, you can decide whether there ends up with murder husbands or if they manage to kill the count. I may update more on this idea so…sorry for the potential spam

[fishnchip3011]

this is my AU where there are paranormal agent departments that are tasked with killing vampires, who suck the blood out of people entirely & can either inhabit it or turn them into a vampire by giving them their own blood. (unrelated to the vamp/vamp hunter au i just really like vampire aus in general i guess LOL) (this one is a bit more fleshed out tho. the universe is way diff from the other au too)

the topic of vampires is met with lots of skepticism as ppl usually write off vampires as human serial killers, but there's also lots of people who believe/know that vampires really are real. more paranormal agent depts have been established as there's been a sudden rise in vampire killings...😮

basic gist: rowan is a recent transfer to seb's area's department, and since rowan doesn't have a partner seb is removed from the ASS trio and paired up w/ rowan. which he is NOT happy about.

rowan wants to become a paranormal agent bc when he was young a vampire killed his loved one (haven't decided who lol) and inhabited their body, and he's been searching for that vampire to kill it and put his loved one to rest. he's been collecting his own intel thru both legal and Not So Legal means & contacts over the years.

seb is a paranormal agent bc when he was young his father was killed by a newly turned vampire, but only he had witnessed his father's death. robin believes his father was killed by car accident, and that seb's recount of the vampire was simply his brain repressing the truth.

she remarries and demetrius & maru are both skeptics, and they don't say anything about seb's job since it's a touchy subject but seb knows they don't believe him which frustrates him alot.

seb initially thinks rowan is either not taking the job seriously or is gonna quit bc its more than he anticipated & thus treats him coldly. but they realize they work together very well & learn more about each other over missions and spending time together, & they become closer and closer...

anyways i have a buncha stuff outlined for this au but idk if ill ever be able to draw or write it all out T~~T

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

I need an angsty found family AU where Olrox, instead of killing Richter’s mother as revenge for taking his lover instead goes “you took someone I loved, so I’ll take someone you cherish” and up and kidnaps little Richter. One second the boy is there and the next, shadows descend onto the empty street, and the moment after — he’s just gone.

THE DRAMA of Olrox traveling the world and keeping the kid at first purely to spite and worry his mother, or as part of some evil plan to lure her to her death, but quickly grows attached to him and they become this duo of vamp dad and his (not) son. The angst of Richter hating his abductor and crying and kicking him and telling him that he hates his guts, but when night falls and nightmares force little Belmont to turn and toss in his sleep, it’s Olrox’s lullabies that keep him calm, sung in a language he doesn’t know but with a gentleness only a parent could provide.

And as Olrox puts a hand on Richter’s head, carding his hair he realises, terror-struck, that he doesn’t want to let the kid go. He comes to a horrific conclusion that this is his baby now, whether the kid likes it or not, and it sends the old man’s mind into a spin.

Richter is unlike anything Olrox ever had. He’s never been a father, and doesn’t know how express love and care he’s so desperate to provide. He thinks of turning his newfound son more than once, but settles on waiting as for a little vampire hunter, an event like that would be far too traumatic.

And let’s talk about Richie himself for a second. This poor baby was about to travel to his aunt’s place one night and then got express-adopted by an immortal who is surprisingly gentle with him, yet doesn’t plan on letting him go. As result, baby Belmont throws tantrums every chance he gets, tries using fire-magic against the man (to no avail) and attempts to escape at every turn. At first, he’s in fight or flight mode almost constantly because he knows that the dragon vampire has to be using him for some evil ploy…but then weeks pass, a month, and there doesn’t seem to be much of an evil ploy happening. The two of them simply travel form place to place, where Richter has to awkwardly stand while his…kidnapper? Temporary guardian? Is running errands and talks to other gross, smelly vampires.

He hates Olrox, he’s confused, he feels a strange warmth in his chest when the vampire picks him up and carries him around when he’s too tired to walk, or checks up on him to make sure he’s warm and well-fed.

Just imagine the bittersweetness of Richie developing a bond with his captor in these horrible circumstances, and they start to get along. He feels all kinds of guilt and self-hate for it, every time he fails to stifle a giggle at Olrox’s jokes or can’t help but lean in when he offers comfort.

It’s just such a messy, tragic dynamic, don’t you think?

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

The Lost Boys individuals.

Here a collection of stories focused on the individuals form The Lost Boys. None of these stories are mine. Give love to the creators.

(X) = Smut

Starry-Eyed Lovers @britany1997 Summery: Paul and Reader have a rough patch. Warnings: Language, Angst Special Tags: Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader

Obsession Prompts @@desoolate Summery: The chase was fun, but if you ever do that again, I’m breaking your legs. Warnings: Language, Angst, Stalking, Kidnaping Special Tags: Gender Neutral Reader,

Down Will Come Baby @i-heart-slashers Summery: Paul gets a little to high and you have to take care of him Warnings: Language, Drug Use Special Tags: Fluff

Smut

Every Good Girl Needs a Creepy Vamp @saltylandland Summery: Paul is in love. Warnings: Language, Angst, Stalking, Rape, Drug Use Special Tags: None

David (No Smut)

Girl You Were Made For Me. @houseofthxrnes Summery: You where made for David Warnings: Language, Special Tags: Soulmate AU

Locked in @phantomenby Summery: Reader is sick and David takes care of them. Warnings: Language, Special Tags: Gender Neutral Reader

Yours Forever @thatfanficstuff Summery: David helps you get over past trauma. Warnings: Language, Past Trauma Special Tags:

Smut

Hunter You Down, Eat You Alive @iovesia Summery: What lurks in the dark, eventually comes to bite. Warnings: Language, Rape, Toxic Relationship Special Tags: Dark

Predator @alysinwonderland-at-tea Summery: Sometime is fun to be in the prey Warnings: Language Special Tags: Predator/Prey Kink

Marko (No Smut)

Obsession Prompts @@desoolate Summery: The chase was fun, but if you ever do that again, I’m breaking your legs. Warnings: Language, Angst, Stalking, Kidnaping Special Tags: Gender Neutral Reader

Darkness @anna1306 Summery: You were used to the darkness. You didn't know that it started smiling back at you. Warnings: Language, Angst, Stalking, Kidnaping Special Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Blind Reader, Multichapter

Familiar faces @phantomenby Summery: You run into a old face. Warnings: Language, Angst Special Tags: Fluff

Little Guy @anna1306 Summery: Who knew taking care of injured bat could lead to new friendships. Warnings: Language, Angst Special Tags: Fluff